Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 15:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Athenian Boys, 460 BC - Part 2

Athenian Boys, 460 BC - Part 2
by Bill (bil47_new@yahoo.com)

[NOTE: Part 1 of this story was published several weeks ago.
Go back and read it if you have not yet done so. It and all
my other stories are in Nifty's Prolific Author index, listed
under "Bill".]


"(Ahem)... Jason?" Timarcus, the wealthy middle-aged Athenian
broke the erotically-charged silence and suppressed a grin as
Jason looked up sheepishly.

Jason had been totally distracted, almost hypnotized, by the
sight of the slaveboy who stood naked before him. Dov, one of the
beautiful 12-year-old identical twin slaves who were Timarcus's
personal servants, had been sensuously fingering his prepubescent
erection... with his back to his master and only a few feet from
where Jason sat. Pursing his full red lips, Dov mimed a kiss
toward Jason before turning around and walking back to his
master's side.

"I will be leaving Athens early tomorrow morning on a military
mission. The Council has decreed that a detachment of our navy go
to the island of Thasos, which you no doubt have heard is in
rebellion against the League of Greek States. I am certain that
Thasos will relent and pay their annual assessment after we have
sunk a few of their ships and put their treasonous leaders in
chains. But I must assume that it will be at least a week before
my ship returns. With my sons grown and burdened with their own
responsibilities, I will depend on you to be the man of the
household. You will stand in my place, issuing orders through
Sohrab, regarding the affairs of the villa. Additionally, each
afternoon you will ride down to the shipyard to observe the
progress on my newest commercial vessel. Talk to each of the
foremen and prepare a daily report that I may read when I return.
If you need further counsel in any of these matters, send a
message to my elder son and he will assist you."

Jason was speechless for a long moment, but then excitedly
proclaimed "Thank you, Mentor! I will justify your confidence in
me."

"I know that you will, Jason."

Timarcus ran his hand over Dov's baby-smooth ass before he spoke
again. "You may sleep here in my personal quarters during my
absence.... And as master of the house, you may of course bring
any of my household slaves to your bed to pleasure you." With a
look back to Danni, who was sitting on the bed and softly playing
the lyre, Timarcus smiled and added, "and I would be disappointed
if you did not allow my little twin treasures to show you some of
their special skills...."

Jason glanced over at Dov. The lad's dark eyes burned right into
the 15-year-old's soul with a smouldering look of mature
sensuality that would have been frightening if it were not so
arousing. Dov's pretty mouth parted slightly, and the tip of his
tongue made a slow circuit around his lips. With effort, Jason
averted his gaze, lest he become lost in his erotic thoughts of
Dov and Danni... and of their "special skills".

"That will be all, Jason. I will be gone when you awake in the
morning. Confer with Sohrab first thing, before you leave for
your studies at the Academy. You will need to direct him
regarding household activities for the day."

"Very well, Mentor. Good sailing to you, and a fresh breeze to
return you home." He kissed the man formally  and left... but not
before glancing once again at each twin.

Darkness had fallen, and Jason retired to his small, plainly
furnished room and removed his linen tunic. As he lay naked on
the narrow bed, a swirl of emotions coursed through his brain. He
would have such responsibility! But what an honor and a learning
opportunity it would be. And the thought of bedding the beautiful
and exotic twins! His cock throbbed to a quick erection in his
hand as he contemplated the possibilities. As he fantasized the
pleasures he would experience with the boyslaves, he masturbated
his cock with the impetuously rapid strokes of youthful lust,
quickly spurting his seed up onto his hairless chest and belly.
That settled his excitement a bit, and he basked in the afterglow
of orgasm as he drifted off to sleep.

"Master?... Master?... It is time to awaken."

Jason opened his eyes to the sight of the household's butler,
Sohrab, standing beside his bed in the morning light. The
implication of word "master" finally penetrated Jason's foggy
brain. He actually WAS the master -- however temporarily -- of
one of the great villas of Athens. He had 15 slaves who now
answered to him as they would to their real master, Timarcus.

"May we converse about the day's activities?" said the 25-year-
old eunuch quietly. "I will wash and dress you as we talk, if you
wish."

Jason yawned. "Certainly. Proceed, Sohrab." The wiry adolescent
tossed the light blanket aside, rose up out of bed and stretched.
The Persian slave was already speaking about household matters as
he fetched a bowl of water and sponge and a clean white tunic.
Jason was not the least bit embarrassed by the morning erection
that stood up at his crotch -- a firm 6-inch cock of youthful
slender proportions, framed by a sparse nest of dark hair. But he
was aware that Sohrab's eyes were drawn to it, and he was amused
at the effeminate slave's fascination.

The slave dipped the sponge, squeezed it out, and ran it lightly
over Jason's chest and shoulders. He scrubbed more firmly to
clean off some crusty residue of cum on the youth's torso. All
the while, he was talking about work assignments for the
household staff, minor maintenance tasks to be carried out, the
food that would be purchased and prepared for that days's meals.
Jason didn't know that these were matters that Timarcus routinely
left to his butler's discretion; the master had directed that
they be made with Jason's approval so that he might have a taste
of decision-making.

Sohrab sank to his knees to sponge the lower part of Jason's
body, dabbing the sponge over the boy's rigid erection and around
his dangling balls, then down his legs as he knelt before the
boy. Finally he stood up and put the sponge aside.

"There are no other matters for your approval at present, Master.
I will carry out your wishes," said the slave as he unfolded the
tunic and held it open to be slipped over Jason's arms and head.

"Please know that I will do all in my power to assist you. And if
there is any service I can provided... *any* service at all,
Master...." As he was saying this, Sohrab glanced at the boy's
tumescent penis.

Jason smiled. It was so obvious -- not just this morning but on
previous occasions -- that the slave was signaling his very
willing availability. But though Jason was ready for a good
orgasm (he typically masturbated first thing each morning), he
did not find the eunuch particularly arousing. There was none of
the instant lust that he experienced whenever he thought about
the young twins or about his classmate Niklo... or various other
classmates at the Athenian Academy for that matter. Although
Sohrab's face was certainly appealing, the almost-female softness
of his body was the very opposite of the Greek ideal.
But Jason had no doubt that the Persian was talented in the ways
of imparting sexual pleasure, recalling the time he briefly
observed the slave orally serving Timarcus in a remote corner of
the villa's gardens. Jason was at a distance but had gazed on the
scene for several minutes with voyeuristic arousal before
discretely withdrawing.

"Yes, Sohrab; there is a service you may provide...." Jason
reached down to his erection, his fingertips sliding the foreskin
down to fully expose the dark red crown, saying in a matter-of-
fact tone "take care of this with your mouth. But you must be
quick about it. I've a busy day."

Sohrab was not at all offended by the blunt nature of the order.
Such directness was the appropriate protocol for exchanges
between a slave and a citizen -- and even more so between slave
and master.

"Right away, Master." His voice remained calm and deferential as
he returned to his knees, but his senses glowed with hungry
delight. The handsome youth had finally responded to his
advances. Perhaps a quick sampling of oral techniques might
convince the lad of the slave's desirability. The eunuch may have
lacked a masculine sex-drive, but he had been tantalized for
months by thoughts of being fucked vigorously by the boy. Sohrab
so missed the days of his youth when he had been his master's
favorite bed partner... and had been given as a special treat for
the night to honored house-guests. These days he usually had to
seduce the crude and slow-witted Thracian stableboy to satisfy
his desire to take a cock in his mouth... and his absolute
craving to be anally penetrated.

The eunuch's hands did not touch Jason at first -- only his
mouth. Wrapping his lips around the cockhead, half-hidden by
foreskin, Sohrab bathed it with gentle swirls of his tongue for a
few moments and then moved his wet lips down... all the way
down... in one smooth plunge, until his mouth was pressing
against Jason's pubic hair. The adolescent boy moaned softly as
the head of his stiff penis entered the slave's throat. The
eunuch brought his mouth up, sucking a vacuum with his sealed wet
lips, then quickly down, causing the cockhead to once again
penetrate his throat.

Five times in quick succession he expertly swallowed the
erection. Then, leaving the stiff penis embedded after the fifth
such entrance, the slave's throat muscles made undulating motions
around it as he subtly moved his head up and down, sliding along
the cock only a fraction of an inch. Jason had never been sucked
like this, and pleasure rushed through his body. Then there was a
quiet low humming sound that reached Jason's ears at the same
instant that a new surge of stimulation surrounded his cockhead.
Sohrab's larynx was producing a guttural buzzing that caused
intense vibrations around the entrapped top of the boy's penis,
bringing sensations that were quite unlike anything Jason had
ever experienced. The teenager's body tensed and his fingers
entwined tightly in the slave's hair and he gasped at the
powerful stimulus.

"AGH!... How do you do that?!"

The 25-year-old eunuch glanced up at the boy, eyes twinkling. He
thought back to his time at the Persian royal court, so many
years before, when he was gelded and then expertly trained as a
boy-courtesan. The teachers had been thorough in imparting their
ancient knowledge to the numerous young pleasure-slaves like
himself.

His lips rose up again and his tongue writhed around the 6-inch
erection like a slippery snake, swirling intensely around the
cockhead and then pulling off the cock completely. Now the
slave's hand came up and grasped the adolescent phallus, pulling
the skin down tightly so that the purple cockhead stood out
prominently... exposed and delightfully vulnerable. Sohrab smiled
and took the mushroom of flesh between his lips again. But
instead of sliding down the shaft, he concentrated on the top
inch, from piss-slit to just below the slightly-flared ridge --
licking and nibbling and sucking, teasing the taut skin
aggressively. The intensity increased when he began twisting his
head vigorously from side to side, causing his lips to rotate
around the hyper-sensitive ridge. Jason knew that this would
indeed be a quick suck... and he moaned for the slave to finish
him off. But there was yet another level of sexual pleasure for
Jason to attain....

"Ahhhh! By the goddess Athena! I can hardly bear it!" Jason's
nervous system was feeling the most incredible blast of sensation
in all of the youth's 15 years -- Sohrab was gently scraping his
teeth along Jason's cockhead as his tongue-tip probed the tiny
piss-slit. This was clearly not the unintentional tooth-scraping
of an inexperienced 13-year-old student at the Academy. It was
the well-measured infliction of the most exquisite kind of
pleasure-pain, causing Jason to cry out in glorious erotic agony.
Just as it seemed that the sensation was about to cross the
threshold into true discomfort, the slave's mouth plunged down
again, deep-throating the boy's cock.

With Jason's balls cradled firmly in his hand, the eunuch began
the final push to orgasm, running his lips and tongue up and down
the shaft, as the head of Jason's cock was being masturbated by
the muscles of Sohrab's talented throat. Jason's mind was out of
control with lust... his hips bucking in frantic thrusts... his
hands riding the slave's bobbing head.

"AHHH, YESSSS!" he cried out, as he climaxed in powerful spasms
of sexual release. "Oh gods, YES!"

The slave held the throbbing cock all the way in his throat, the
circles of muscle massaging out the last dribbles of the hot cum
as he swallowed repeatedly. Sohrab finally released the
glistening penis from his mouth as Jason's erection started
retreated to softness. The entire session of pleasuring had taken
less than three minutes... a blur of erotic virtuosity that left
the boy speechless at first.

Sohrab rose to his feet and casually picked up the clean tunic,
again holding it out for Jason to slip into. His demeanor
revealed no hint of the intense sexuality that had just
concluded.

"That was absolutely... uh... it was... cleverly done," said
Jason awkwardly as he slipped into the garment. It would be
inappropriate to speak too effusively about the actions of a
slave. Then he spoke with more self-assurance: "I will go to the
shipyard at Piraeus directly from the Academy to view the
progress on my mentor's ship. You will arrange for a horse?"

"Of course, Master. And... thank you for allowing me to serve
you." Though his words were soft and deferential, the slave's
eyes betrayed his continuing desires -- which were boosted
considerably when Jason nodded, with a trace of a friendly smile
on his lips.

Jason couldn't concentrate on his lessons at the Academy. His
life was now so full of new challenges and experiences and
expectations. He gushed to his best friend Niklo about the
exciting implications.

"Niklo; you must come stay with me tonight! We could have the
twins serve us together. It would be incredible!"

"I am sorry, Jason.... Yes, it would be fun, but I have to attend
to duty. My mentor is under stress at this time of crisis for the
League of Greek States... the very reason why your mentor has
sailed off and left you with his pretty slaveboys. Pericles says
that my love and companionship bring him peace after a day of
trouble. I would not abandon his needs for the sake of a little
fun."

"You are right... as always," said Jason with a note of friendly
sarcasm in his voice. "I just wish that the great Pericles had a
pretty boyslave or two who could replace you in his bed on
occasion." He kissed Niklo quickly on the lips, and they both ran
to their next class.

After wrestling practice, Jason had no time for the pleasures of
the bathing pool. He went to the Academy's gate and looked about.
He spotted one of his mentor's horses tied to a tree, with the
18-year-old stableboy sitting against the same tree, asleep.

"Pelus! Wake up, fool! Bring me the horse!" His sharp words got
the desired response from the lazy Thracian slave, who was far
stronger of body than of mind.

The bare-chested stableboy got to his feet and prepared the
horse. Jason studied the almost-mature youth, noticing his strong
arms, muscular chest, and tight butt. He felt the tingling of
sexual arousal and concluded that the husky slave might be an
interesting bed partner... but only after he had become satiated
with the twins.

Pelus clasped his hands together for Jason to step on as he
mounted the horse.  Jason was off at a trot, eager to cover the 6
miles to the waterfront at Piraeus and carry out his assignment.
It took more than an hour to question each of the shipbuilding
foremen and take notes on the wax-covered tablets he carried, but
he felt increasing self-confidence as he went along and knew that
it would be quicker the next day. Finally, he was back on his
mentor's horse and galloping toward the city.

Jason hopped down from the stallion, tired but exhilarated. He
handed the reins to the stableboy and made his way to the villa.
Approaching the back entrance, he saw Dov and Danni washing and
drying the pots and serving plates from that evening's dinner.
Both wore only short, pleated kilts of white linen, their feet
and torsos bare...  typical summer attire for the boys -- except
when they were with their master in his personal quarters, when
they were invariably naked.

"So I missed the evening meal, eh?"

"Welcome, Master!" said Danni in a bubbly voice, "we will serve
you in the private quarters, just as we do when our master -- our
*other* master -- arrives late. Shall we serve you now, or do you
wish that we finish our kitchen duties?"

"Finish up here. I will wash off the smell of horse before I pay
my regards to my mentor's wife and consult with Sohrab. Then I'll
take my meal. And then... well, perhaps we may need to get to bed
early this evening," he said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!!" giggled both boys in unison as they looked first
at Jason and then at each other.

As he walked away, Jason was grinning broadly... his life was at
such a peak at this moment. To have carried out his mentor's
assignments with competence and self-confidence... hearing the
sexy little twins calling him "Master"... his thoughts of the
pleasures that awaited. Yes; life was good.

His first stop was the small bathing pool in the villa's central
courtyard. He quickly stripped and eased his body into the water,
glad to be getting rid of the road-dust and sweat. As he stepped
out, Sohrab appeared with a towel and a short toga (an "exomis")
belonging to Timarcus. The eunuch dried Jason's body and secured
the loose material over his left shoulder with a fine gold clasp,
leaving his right shoulder uncovered. The skimpy garment came
down only to mid-thigh, and Sohrab thought to himself how sexy
the youth looked... though the eunuch was resigned to the
knowledge that he could not compete with the twins for Jason's
attention this night.

"The finest cloth, Master. They call it silk. Made in a land
beyond the farthest reach of Persia. " The youth had never felt
such fabric. When it brushed against his skin -- especially
against his cock -- the sensation was exquisitely sensuous.

Jason finally reached the large room that was the private domain
of his mentor, finding the twins waiting for him, knowing grins
on their faces.

"Come. Sit here. You must be tired, Master. Let us take care of
you," said Danni, leading Jason to a narrow, low-backed chair of
leather and wood. "May we serve you food to satisfy your hunger?"

"I hunger for more than food" said the teenager jokingly as he
eyed the beautiful, dark-featured boys facing him... his hand
brushing against the Danni's cheek as he sat down. He had
fantasized about this moment, and now he wanted to experience it
to the utmost. "Tell me what pleasures you provide to my
mentor... the things that he especially enjoys."

The smiles on the slaveboys' faces faded. "We are sorry, Master,"
said Dov. "I fear we must be disobedient, for we would not be
indiscrete about the details of any pleasure sessions with our
dear master... or about any of the noble gentlemen to whom he has
lent us for a night.... And we will likewise remain discrete
about what we might do with YOU, Master."

"But perhaps you would trust us to intuit your desires and apply
our skills and imagination," said Danni softly, as he ran his
hand up Jason's arm and fingered the clasp of the toga at his
shoulder. "We are very good at discovering what gives a man his
greatest pleasure," he whispered in Jason's ear in a tone of
sultry seduction as he released the clasp. Danni's hand pushed
the smooth fabric down to Jason's lap, lightly caressing his
chest in the process. "Will you let us?... Please?... Pleeeeez?"
the last words said in an intentionally-humorous whimpering voice
as his hands roamed sensuously over the youth's torso.

Jason smiled, but he also felt his face flush. Yes! This was what
he wanted... to be served by the most incredibly desirable young
pleasure-slaves... never knowing what new delights they would
offer next. Perhaps they might even know some of the oral
techniques that Sohrab had used that morning. He consented to the
idea immediately.

The two 12-year-olds exchanged a glance that lasted only a second
or two. But in that exchange, information was conveyed between
them through only the slightest movement of eyes and  facial
expression... plus a healthy dose of the powerful telepathy
between twins.

"Thank you, Master! First we will feed you and entertain you with
music and dance. And then.... Then we shall entertain you in
other ways."

Dov began playing a V-shaped dual-reed flute... a soft tune that
was both soothing and insinuatingly sensual. Danni brought over a
tray of food -- olives, fruit, bread, cheese, honey -- and set it
on a low table not far from where Jason's sat.

"We shall make a game of your meal, Master.  I will feed you from
my own hand, and you may not lift a finger lest it spoil the
game" said the beautiful 12-year-old as he brought a pitted olive
to Jason's lips. The youth answered by leaning back in the chair,
smiling, and opening his mouth to receive the food. Danni's other
hand brushed along Jason's neck and hairline, very lightly,
sending a slight chill through Jason's body. As Danni went back
to the tray to get another morsel, his body was moving with the
music -- not quite dancing, but with a fluid movement that was
almost feline. Each time he fed Jason with his right hand, his
left lightly stroked a different part of the youth's body (though
not his crotch, which remained covered by the bunched fabric of
the toga).

Danni pulled a hunk of bread from the loaf and dipped it in
honey, returning to Jason's side gracefully. Jason's head was
tilted back and his mouth was open to receive the treat. A big
drop of honey landed on his chin as his lips snatched the bread.
Danni scooped up the drop with his fingertip, then brought the
finger to Jason's mouth. The youth licked... then sucked the
finger into his mouth... all the while looking into the boy's
smouldering dark eyes. This time Danni's other hand glided along
Jason's inner thigh.

Jason swirled his tongue around Danni's index finger for a few
seconds, feeling the atmosphere of the room becoming ever more
erotically charged.

"There is still a bit more honey on your chin, Master," said
Danni is a sultry voice, as he placed his hands on Jason's
shoulders, leaned down, and licked at the spot like a cat lapping
at a bowl of milk. But as Jason reached for the boy to pull him
into an embrace, Danni slithered away.

"No hands, Master," he giggled devilishly as he got a clump of
grapes. "Greater pleasure will come if you let us serve in our
own manner." He cajoled Jason into clasping his hands behind his
back, which Jason did willingly, eager to learn where the
pleasure-game would lead. Jason reflected momentarily on how the
young slaves were issuing orders to the master. Yes; this was a
fascinating game.

When he returned to Jason's side, Danni gracefully slid onto the
adolescent's lap, facing him with his legs astride Jason's
thighs. He placed one grape at a time between Jason's lips as he
subtly moved his body, snuggling his crotch against Jason's.
Jason felt intense temptation to caress Danni's body with his
hands... to feel the baby-smoothness of the 12-year-old boy's
chest... to tease the small tan nipples, which were now raised
into tiny erect nubs.

Danni placed a grape between his own lips, leaning forward to
Jason's mouth. The youth sat up straighter, bringing his lips to
the boy's, and they kissed as the grape passed from one to the
other. Another grape, likewise placed.... another kiss. The next
grape was held firmly in the boyslave's teeth. Jason bit at the
fruit as his lips ground against Danni's. With half a grape in
each mouth, the two continued kissing... longer, deeper, as
Danni's little tongue slithered into Jason's mouth, lasciviously
licking at the older youth's tongue. Danni was also running his
hands over Jason's body -- chest, back, shoulders, hair, face....
driving the 15-year-old wild with arousal.

"By the gods, you will drive me insane! Feel how my cock desires
you," said Jason as he thrust his silk-covered erection up
against the boy on his lap. Nonetheless, he succeeded in keeping
his hands clasped behind his back.

"You must be patient, Master. The anticipation makes the eventual
climax so much better." And he slipped off of Jason's lap after
one last deep kiss and began dancing before the youth.

Dov, who had been playing softly, shifted to a more insistent
melody on his flute. Danni's movements were graceful, cat-like...
undulating, turning, dipping... as if every part of his body
could bend impossibly in any direction... every motion of his
hands and fingers, in the air or along his own body, dripping
with eroticism. He danced close to Jason, around behind him,
touching Jason's neck and shoulders lightly with hands and lips.
It was a foreign dance of some sort, far more sensual than the
formal Greek dances with which Jason was familiar. Perhaps a
dance of the Persian harem, taught to the boys by Sohrab. Perhaps
from the land of the twins' birth -- along the stretch of arid
seacoast between Egypt and Phoenicia.

As he danced, Danni released the clasp that held the waist of the
linen kilt, and tossed the garment across the room. But instead
of being naked as Jason expected... and lusted for... the boy
wore a tiny loincloth made of a slender band of purple silk
fabric. The cloth covered his boyish genitals, but little else,
fully displaying his slender rounded buttocks.  As the danced,
Danni's hands moved all over his body... down his chest, his
crotch, his thighs, his ass... in such an explicit manner that
Jason felt short of breath.

Slowly, Danni unwound the narrow band of fabric as he danced,
until finally he was dancing naked, a ribbon of silk floating in
his hands. Jason's eyes were glued to the erection that stood up
straight from the boy's hairless crotch -- the length of Jason's
middle finger; the girth of his thumb. And, as ever, Jason was
entranced by the absence of foreskin. The penis gave the
appearance of an adult man's at the height of tumescence, or of
Jason's own cock when the skin was pulled down all the way and
the head fully exposed for pleasuring. Danni's balls showed the
earliest evidence of approaching pubescence... a bit larger, and
dangling more, than a younger boy's. Jason couldn't wait to take
the boy to bed and fondle every part of his body.

Danni kept dancing... kept moving his hands all over his body...
invitingly, teasingly. He turned his back on Jason -- only a few
feet from where he sat -- and leaned forwards with his hands on
his knees. It was now only his beautiful ass that was dancing...
weaving in a hypnotizing pattern as the boy looked back over his
shoulder. When Danni brought his hands back and spread his ass
cheeks, Jason's total attention focused on the little pucker of
pink flesh that winked slightly open and closed in time to the
music. The heat in Jason's loins -- and his brain -- was almost
feverish. He could barely restrain himself from jumping up and
fucking the slaveboy on the spot.

Then Danni danced over behind his brother, and in an instant it
was Danni's hands that fingered the flute into which Dov blew.
And with a motion that left Jason disbelieving his eyes and ears,
they exchanged the flute from one mouth to the other without
missing a note. Now it was Dov who was dancing in a wanton feast
for Jason's eyes... quickly stripping to the same loincloth of
silk fabric; slowly unwinding it to reveal an identical erection
that evinced the purest boy-beauty.

As the song ended, Dov came around behind Jason's chair and
whispered in his ear as he ran his fingers over the youth's
chest.

"Let us move to the bed, that we may play more... actively."

As Jason rose to his feet, the toga material fell to the floor,
revealing his stiff penis, dark red with engorgement. Both naked
boys hugged him at the same time and them took his hands to lead
him to the wide luxurious bed of his mentor.

"What game would you have me play now? Tell me, you little imps."

The twins glanced at each other, exchanging thoughts in a split-
second of silent communication.

"Well, Master," said Dov, "we are but boys, so we play at boyish
games. But we have found that some can be quite appealing to the
men that we entertain. We know games that offer a challenge... a
measure of just how much pleasure a man can experience."

"Yes," added Danni, "but some men are rather weak and feminine,
not capable to experiencing the height of manly pleasures, while
others..."

"Other men have nearly exhausted my brother and me with their
virility," chimed in Dov.

"By the gods! Now that is the kind of game I would gladly play.
Show me all the pleasures that you can dream of, and I assure you
that I will be a match of the most virile of men that you have
ever entertained," said Jason in a confident and excited voice.
"What should I do?"

"Lie down on the bed, Master. Head and shoulders resting on the
pillows. Now reach back to grasp the rings in the wall."

Jason looked back to see two sturdy iron rings, set 3 feet apart,
just below the narrow shelf that held a glowing oil lamp. He
grabbed them as he reclined back against the pile of soft
pillows.

"We shall all three be Lycian pirates -- the fiercest raiders of
the Aegean Sea," said Danni. "You shall be a renegade crew member
who has stolen our ship's chest of gold and has escaped to hide
it somewhere. You will need a pirate name. We shall call you...
'Jando'. My brother and I have tracked you down and will make you
tell us where you have hidden the gold."

As Danni spoke, the boys used the wide silk ribbon that had been
around their loins to quickly tie Jason's hands securely to the
rings -- finishing by tying the free ends of the lengths of
fabric to each other, well out of Jason's reach.

"We shall torture you, Jando, to make you reveal the secret of
the gold," said Dov, as he reached down and took Jason's cock in
his his hand. "Torture you thus until you beg for mercy and tell
us where you have hidden the treasure." He leaned down and
flicked his tongue on the tip of the erection, lightly, like a
butterfly alighting and then flying off. Jason's body trembled as
held the iron rings more tightly.

The twins then tied each of Jason's ankles to the foot of the
bed, leaving him naked and spread-eagled.

"I could endure such torture through all of the night, my lusty
shipmates, and never reveal my secret," said Jason, excitedly
getting into the spirit of the play-acting.

The boys looked into each others' eyes and smiled devilishly.
Then they knelt down on either side of Jason's supine body, their
mouths poised on either side of his adolescent cock, its head
half-shrouded by foreskin. Jason's erection gave a little jerk as
it was enveloped in hot breath. Then, as the helpless youth
watched with growing arousal, each boy firmly grasped some loose
cock skin between lip-covered teeth... pulling out and then
moving their heads from side to side in unison. Jason's body
tensed as he watched -- and felt the pleasure of -- his foreskin
being drawn back and forth over the glans... guided by two small
mouths.

'What sweet torture!' thought Jason to himself.

'Our young master has no understanding of what awaits!' was the
gleeful thought that passed telepathically between the twins.


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