Chapter 263
Jim knew he hadn’t been the only one to see Michael wince when Isabel left with Jesse, if fact, they all had. He had been rather shocked to see how worried Michael was about Isabel and wondered if he had missed something, because apparently they all had. The Lavoisses had called a taxi to take them to the airfield and were going to give Jim and Kyle a ride home because they were on the way over. Just before the taxi arrived, Uncle Derek received a call from his pilot saying he had a problem with the chopper so had been trying to fix it himself and had finally given up. The other pilot, Reynolds, would bring their mechanic with whatever was needed to fix it next day as soon as he could make it. They told the Evans’ their problem and asked them to recommend a hotel to spend the night. Of course, they wouldn’t have any of it and had them stay at their guest room. When the taxi arrived, Uncle Derek paid it to take the Valentis home.
Max was in a great mood, now that Serena had her link to their planet back, making him feel much safer, because now he would know in advance what to expect just by asking. He and Maria had pushed the sleepy Michael to his bed and when they were left alone, he just lay back beside Michael, glad that the bed was still larger than usual.
- No lumpy couch for me tonight! Yay! - He joked as he waved his clothes away to don his sleeping sweats. Michael was commando, as he knew Max liked, and he edged sideways to lay himself half over Max. The king’s arms surrounded his beloved warrior and held him close to him. Michael’s face was against Max’s neck, with one arm lying behind him and the other flexed over Max’s chest, with his hand palm up, waiting for Max to hold it in his. He snuggled to move his cock from Max’s jutting hipbone, closer to his belly, as he wedged his thigh between Max’s legs feeling the older boy’s cock nestle between his thigh and his lower stomach, his own hipbone not so prominent. The friction made them both erect but it wasn’t about sex tonight at all. Max’s arms slid down Michael’s back, his right to the muscular thigh between his legs and the other right on the ass, closing over Isabel’s brand. He wanted to take part in the dreamwalk Michael had told Maria about. He slid his other hand up Michael’s back and held his waiting hand. Max turned his head and kissed Michael’s hair, as he squeezed his hand and his butt. Michael sighed against Max’s neck and kissed him there, too, relaxing completely and falling fast asleep in less than a minute. Max was still wide awake, enjoying the feel of Michael’s body against him when he felt the presence of his sister through her brand under his hand. He closed his eyes and let himself go, not to be left behind.
“Michael, I’m fine, I told Jesse I had eaten too much and had my period on top of all, which is true, so he didn’t insist and left me alone. We don’t need to do this.” Isabel had the underwater sound.
“Better stay awhile, in case he changes his mind…” Michael whispered, smirking.
They he felt all these presences around him, wanting to be there. He felt Serena, through her newly recovered powers, Liz, through her empathy, and Maria, through her brands. Max had no problems being there through their physical link with Michael, enhanced by their numerous sexual encounters and healing sessions, and of course, their ritual plus the blood tie. They were all welcomed and Serena told them about their plight and the Evans’ kindness in having them stay over with them. Then she told them that as she was connecting with her people, before going to sleep, she’d had this strong compulsion to go to them and answer an urgent call from Antar, that’s why she had intruded, and was glad that Isabel was fine and had had no problems with her husband.
“What did you get from Jesse tonight?” Isabel asked her.
“Something is definitely off, but I don’t want to jump into conclusions. I need more time.” Serena told her.
“What’s wrong in our planet?” Max asked worriedly.
“Just the usual, I think your father is trying to get in touch with you.” She said turning to Michael.
“Can I talk to him?” Michael asked, quite eager.
“We’ll need a boost, right here!” Serena blinked and they were all transported to the Granilith chamber. “The contact will have digital clarity in this place.”
They were all in the same positions as they had been, the three girls sitting around the boys.
“Michael, we’re not in a reasonably soft bed anymore, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m on the hard ground and you’re a little heavy this way…” Max protested.
“Ok.” Said Michael and rolled to his side to let him up.
Then he raised his hand towards a nook on the wall and a sleeping bag floated down towards him, unrolling next to him. Michael rolled back over it and snuggled comfortably.
“You might need these…” Isabel said giggling and waved some sweat shorts on Michael. “Your father may be a warlord, but meeting him ‘commando’ may not be such a good idea.”
“Alright then, we need to make a circle, and join hands. Michael!” Serena called and used her powers to have him switch around so his head was now to the centre and his feet to the wall. “C’mon!”
They all sat crosslegged and Michael pushed up on his hands and knees to flop back on his belly lazily. He stretched his arms and took hold of the hands of the two girls on either side of him: Maria and Isabel. Then came Liz and Serena with Max on the opposite end from Michael.
“Shouldn’t we try to dreamwalk or summon or whatever, Jim and Kyle?” Liz wondered.
“Then Laurie and Stuart should be here too.” Isabel affirmed.
“Ok.” Serena blinked again and the startled newcomers sat with them widening the circle and looking around in surprise at their chuckles and giggles.
Serena briefed them in seconds through a mental contact and they sat in their correct places, always a male after a female, so that now Serena was on the opposite end from Michael.
“Now close your eyes and concentrate in Lord Ramthis, you all know him from our Antar incursions. Just make your minds blank and visualize him.”
The flashing white light was blinding, and though their eyes were closed, they shut them even tighter. Then is was gone, leaving a tall older man standing in the middle of the circle, and by some alien miracle, facing them all at the same time. He was all in black and stared at them in a defying way, probably suspecting some trick coming from Khivar.
“Ramthis, it’s alright, you’re among friends and family.” Serena said in her underwater voice.
His eyes scanned them all, one by one, and stopped at Michael. Their eyes were still closed but they could see as if they were fully open, even Michael in spite of his face down position. The man’s expression softened.
“Rath-Michael!” He whispered, shaking his head and smiling. “You had everyone commenting how lazy you were! I had to keep telling them they should see you in the battlefield, just as when they saw you on horseback, not to mention when sex was concerned…which I don’t want to talk about. Then you forgot completely about lying down and sleeping. I’m glad to see you son, alive and looking and behaving just like you did at home. We all miss you so much.”
Through their connection, they all knew Michael was smirking, his love floating back to his father. The still powerful Antares warlord Ramthis went from face to face looking for the familiar ones. He stopped at Max with a slight frown.
“Zan, almost the same, with some slight differences, but no doubts it’s you.” Ramthis nodded, and continued. He stopped at Isabel next.
“Lonnie, beautiful as ever, I can tell it’s you beyond doubts. My dear niece, you’re taking care of my son, your love, I’m sure.” He smiled at her placing his hands on her shoulders and giving them a squeeze. Isabel smiled back, sending her love to her beloved uncle with a little twinge of guilt, apparently undetected.
Ramthis singled out Serena and placed his hands on her head. After a few seconds, his face turned sad.
“I’m glad you’re back in touch with us. We made a bad choice with Nasedo, now that we know what Khivar and Nicholas had to do with it. You said I am among friends, tell me about them.” The name he gave for Nasedo sounded different but they identified it as him and heard it the way they were used to, at the same time. Serena started the introductions and Ramthis could tell the nature of their relation with his son. He smiled knowingly at Kyle, who couldn’t help blushing, he gave his thanks to Jim, for his comprehension and advice, he also smiled at Liz, identifying her empathy and special love for his boy, and then stopped at Maria, making her very uncomfortable. Ramthis felt the same vibes coming from Michael and sighed. Rath-Michael had been no angel during his short life in Antar, but there had certainly been no other woman, just Vilandra. What was going on here, and why was Lonnie taking it so calmly? Then he felt her niece talking to him and explaining the situation.
“Uncle, when we came here, we were on our own for many years, and we thought our closeness was because he was my brother too. Then I started feeling this attraction to him and we were close as a couple, but my human part made me feel it was wrong, and pushed back my true feelings, keeping him away from me again. I hurt him very much, I’m so sorry, and some years later when Tess…Ava found us, we started having these dreams in which we were together, like that. Then she gave us a book which showed us together, but by then, I was fighting my love for him, because I thought it wasn’t right. I then accepted a human boy, who was a great person, but T…Ava used his skills to translate the book and pushed him too far, destroying his brain and killing him. My brother Max…Zan, had a human girl with him then…” Isabel identified Liz. “But he tried to get together with Ava. It didn’t work, and she left, trying to take us with her, but Maria, and Liz, had discovered what Ava had done, and destroyed her plans through Michael’s decision to stay on Earth. That actually saved our lives. Then I made a terrible mistake and married this human, which no one approved of, and it went all bad…” Isabel stopped when she saw the shock in her uncle’s face.
“You betrayed my son?” He asked her, disbelief in his eyes. He had barely managed not to add the word ‘again’ at the end of his question, remembering just in time that Khivar’s involvement in the horrid murder of his son and the beheading of his nephew had cleared her of any guilt mostly because she had commited suicide, showing how sorry she was for what she had been tricked into doing. Still, he was livid with anger.
“No! It wasn’t like that!” Michael growled. “She had a right to a mate, and I was already with Maria.”
Michael raised his hand holding Maria’s so his father could see.
“What? You pushed her away? How dare you! - Ramthis roared.
“No uncle Ramthis! I pushed him away some years ago, like I just told you! Yet although I had hurt him so much, he allowed me to use him as I wanted whenever I felt the need for him. At first, I did it through dreamwalking until he simply blocked me away, then it became physical, because I knew he couldn’t deny me, until I started noticing how he winced in pain each time he had to leave when it was over and I realized I wasn’t being fair to him. Then when the dreams came, I stopped altogether, afraid it might be a warning that I could really get pregnant. I got closer to Alex, but not as much as he would have wanted me too, still secretly lusting after Michael. I got closer to Maria and decided it wasn’t fair to her either, so I really went for Alex but he was killed by Tess…Ava. My brother behaved like an idiot towards our human friend Liz because she suspected he had been killed by an alien, and when Ava almost took us back home to hand us over to Khivar, I realized how much Michael loved Maria to stay for her. I had tried to get away to a university, but Max…Zan of course was against it, making my life impossible.
I then decided this human that worked for my earth father, would be my mate, as Max and Michael had human mates, and Max again wouldn’t approve, in fact my earth parents and Michael didn’t either but I did it just the same, mostly to spite Max. Now I regret it, because when he finally found out about us, he didn’t approve of it, and he’s dangerous, so we must keep him on our sides. Stuart, on the contrary, accepts us as we are and he saved Michael’s life when Nicholas attacked him. He’s a doctor…a human healer.” She made the same gesture Michael had, showing Ramthis her hand holding the doctor’s.
“What exactly do you mean?” The warlord asked suspiciously.
“He knows my relationship with Michael and is ok with it, as Maria also is, now.” Isabel smiled at Maria, who was looking at Michael with such love in her eyes that Ramthis was reminded of the way Vilandra looked at his son in Antar, as she was also doing now.
“Can you two share him?” There was still suspicion in Ramthis’ voice.
The girls turned to each other and smiled before answering.
“We’re doing fine so far…” Isabel answered.
“Better every day…” Maria added, sure of herself.
Ramthis’ eyes narrowed, suddenly realizing this was the human girl that had influenced Michael into not believing Courtney, and spoilt the golden chance that had taken so much effort on his behalf. Yes, she must really love him to be so afraid of losing him. He found it very hard but he managed to forgive her.
“And you, doctor?” Ramthis struggled with the unfamiliar human title.
“I love them both very much.” Stuart affirmed very seriously.
“By both you mean…?” Ramthis tried to clarify.
“Isabel, and your son, sir.” Stuart answered respectfully.
“Physical love included in both cases, I presume?” Ramthis smiled knowingly.
“Yes sir.” Stuart couldn’t help blushing slightly.
“And you have no problems with that, right?” Ramthis faced his son.
Michael gave him a smug smirk for all answer.
“Of course…” He scoffed, nodding.
“Sir, m
Sir, may I ask you a question?” Laurie asked shyly.
Ramthis turned to her and his eyes blinked in sudden recognition.
“O’Sheeah?” He asked in disbelief.
“Almost, she’s Charles Dupree’s granddaughter, so as we share his DNA, I call her my half sister, which is the closest, since I’m younger than her.” Michael assured him.
“Well, ask me, dear child.” The warlord encouraged Laurie.
“Why are you wearing black? Is there a special reason? It’s a mourning colour here on earth, you know?” Laurie asked.
“Yes my child, I know. When I received the body of my son, and saw the cruel unfair way he had been murdered, I donned black clothes, following the customs of the planet where he would be sent to live again. I would shed my mourning when we made sure they had arrived safely but then, with the crash and the lack of news, I made myself the promise I would keep wearing them until I heard from him. The next thing I knew was that he was living with a cruel man who was abusing and mistreating him, so I made myself another promise: to keep wearing black until my son came back to me, and I’m keeping that one.”
“You don’t need to keep wearing those creepy clothes, father, I’m alive and well as you can see.” Michael told him.
“But you’re still not with me. I will change colours when I can hold you in my arms.” Ramthis insisted, thinking his life here on earth had been as tough as the one in Antar, it was his destiny.
“May I ask you a question too, uncle?” Max wasn’t sure how the warlord would take it.
“Ask, Zan.” Ramthis said in a rather cold way.
“Why couldn’t I remember until now that my sister and I had been having sexual encounters with Michael for over three years, and suddenly, when Isabel began to get the weird dreams after Tess arrived, they stopped altogether, and it was just me and him, when he needed healing, as my duty, or when we had the need to be together?” Max thought he had surprised everyone with his confession, but Michael and Isabel exchanged a meaningful look that had Max thinking.
“What is it?” He was guessing what it was, but wanted to hear it from them.
“We knew something was wrong with you when you confronted us asking if we were having sex, when we told you about our suspicions of my pregnancy, that’s why we denied it.” Isabel said.
“When you gave us the news that Isabel wasn’t pregnant because it had to be done the human way, we promised each other that we would never bring it up unless you did it.” Michael told him.
“I can answer your question, Max. I hadn’t insisted because I’ve been giving you the chance to come clear on that one: it was Tess.” Serena said.
“No Serena, that’s not possible! Tess could only mind warp for a limited period of time, you know that!” Max snapped.
“It wasn’t a mind warp Max; she just blocked it out of your head thanks to Nasedo’s guidance.” Serena informed him.
“Why didn’t she do the same to me?” Isabel wondered.
“Because it took a lot of concentration and one hell of a headache for a couple of days after she did it. She knew it would work just as well giving you the scare through the dreams, and it did, right?” Serena smiled, nodding.
“Why did she do it?” Isabel insisted, interrupting Max, knowing he was about to ask just the same.
“Jealousy, she hated anyone else’s hands on Michael, but she didn’t dare try it with Maria, because mad as she was already with her for the Liz issues, she might go ballistic and there was no way of knowing what Maria might do if she suspected what Tess was about with Michael. Maria may be human but she’s very perceptive when it comes to her ‘Spaceboy’.” Serena had them all laughing, and even Ramthis couldn’t help a smile.
“Father, I need to know this: am I ready to fight for my people? I’ve relived my previous experiences but I was merged with my Antares self who had been trained for war all his life, and this time I will be on my own. I’m not afraid, but getting me killed won’t help them.” Michael said frowning.
“There is a way of giving you that training, are you ready to take it? It won’t be easy and it will be as tough as it was in Antar, perhaps even worse, since you’ll have to do it as a simple human. It depends on you, because you’ll be the one who’ll have to go through it.” Ramthis locked eyes with his son.
“I trust you, father, I’ll do anything to be able to live up to my peoples’ expectations, and not to let them down.” Michael smirked and Ramthis knew this was definitely Rath-Michael reborn, fearless, daring and ready for anything.
“Alright, it will be a wild time, but you’ll be conditioned to it and that culture. The experience you’ll get from it is priceless, impossible to get anywhere else, and you’ll have a surprise at the end. I wouldn’t call it pleasant, though to you it might be. You will appreciate it, you can be sure of that.” Ramthis smiled sadly, knowing what his child would have to go through, yet confident of what he was made of, and that he would prove to be the warrior his people expected.
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Chapter 264
“Just relax and let your mind take you where I’m sending you. We’re getting along with you all the information you need to know, and we will see this life you’ll live, from here.”
Ramthidides was an Athenian general, one of the best of his time, respected by everyone. He had been stationed for the last month at Megara on a diplomatic mission to try to work out some truce with the Spartans. Things had not gone so well, the Spartan diplomat, Dionides, was very stubborn and didn’t want to compromise, even on the most sensible issues. After a tiring day full of arguments, he was returning to his camp. Suddenly out of the right side, a cart came into view full speed, an elderly man uselessly trying to control the runaway horses. Behind him sat two well dressed terrified women making things worse with their screams. The cartwheel was broken on a rock and it overturned, smashing into pieces. Ramthidides watched the now free horses racing into a wooded area and sent one of his men to get them. He approached the wreck to find the older man sitting up, rubbing a lump the size of a hen’s egg on the left side of his head. The women had been clutching their bundles of clothes and personal things and they had been lucky enough to have them break their fall. Ramthidides found them sitting side by side looking frightened but unhurt. He reached both hands to them and helped them up. They turned to the old man, who was obviously a slave from his clothes, and seeing he was alright, the younger woman turned angrily on him.
- What were you trying to do, Eumenes? Live up to your name? Was that it? - She meant he had been ironically named after the Eumenides, the Furies, the unmentionables, bringers of mishap.
The old man was dumb with fright, trying hard to get up to fall back down twice before Ramthidides gave him a hand too.
“Eumenes? Is that his name? - He laughed shaking his head.
- Thank you sir, it was very fortunate that you were passing by. You’re not from around here…I would know you…- She said.
- No, I am General Ramthidides, from the Athenian diplomatic mission. - He nodded curteously.
- I am Karidis, daughter of Dionides and my cousin Aristheia. We are very grateful. We are returning to Megara, hoping to make it before nightfall. - She said, discouraged.
- I will send one of my men to Megara and stay with you until they come to get you. - He reassured her as he did what he had said.
The rest of the group camped down a safe distance from them and Ramthidides made the women and the old slave as comfortable as possible, sitting with them and sharing anecdotes with the stunningly beautiful woman, daughter of none other than the man who was making his life impossible. An hour and a half later, Dionides himself came to take his daughter back home. He thanked Ramthidides profusely and the Athenian said his farewell to the woman, backing up, not being able to take his eyes away from her, and watching her eyes following his. They went their separate ways and he couldn’t keep her out of his mind during most of the night. She was a Spartan, it was madness! He thought. Next day, Dionides was unusually polite, and a reasonable agreement was reached, so Ramthidides returned to Athens, to be congratulated on his success. For the next three months, she plagued his thoughts and dreams, and then he heard Dionides had died when he had taken a fall and broken his neck. Ramthidides requested permission to travel to Megara to pay his respects on the man’s funeral and to his family. It was granted and he was shocked to find that whatever comforts the family had had while Dionides lived, had been taken away from them. He spent a week helping the widow, Parthenos, and her daughter gather their things to move to Euboea where they had some relatives who would receive them. Ramthidides could not part again from Karidis and after gathering his courage and confessing his love for her, she told him he had taken her heart too. Ramthidides travelled with them to Euboea and helped them settle down with an elderly couple, related to Parthenos’ late husband.
He was given a small room to spend the night with the two soldiers travelling with him, and that very evening, during dinner, he told Parthenos he wished to marry her daughter. He had expected some reluctance at the fact that he was Athenian, but to his surprise, the woman seemed almost glad to be rid of her. She confided on him that she had always dreaded what she was going through, but now that it had happened, it was like a weight lifted from her heart, and she was glad that she wouldn’t have to worry about finding her daughter a suitable husband among the Spartans. She told him her mother had been Athenian, and it was the best thing that could happen to her daughter to be able to live in a more civilized part of the world. She wanted her to marry in Athens and gave them her blessing so they could leave the very next day. They became the best of friends during the journey back to Athens, but when they arrived and he introduced her to his family, Karidis was looked upon with distrust, because she was Spartan. When she confessed her grandmother was the daughter of Lysiphos, their distrust turned into awe. Ramthidides took her to meet her grandmother’s cousin, Lycomenos, who surprised her by knowing all about her, Parthenos being one of his favourite nieces, and old as he was, he had a very clear mind. A month after they were married, alarming news came from Sparta, announcing that Iphisaklos, who had taken the late Dionides’ place, had broken the truce, and several Athenian soldiers, still in the area of Megara, had been killed in the skirmishes that kept happening every day. So it was war again. Ramthidides was very frustrated because he was kept stationed in Athens and was not allowed to take an active part in the war, his wife being Spartan. Then Karidis found she was pregnant and he was glad he could be with her. Being a very active woman, Karidis had a perfect pregnancy and gave birth easily to a girl. She was named Lysandra and was her father’s pride and joy. He had dreaded the birth of a boy who would eventually have to become a warrior like him, so he doted on the girl. They had been welcomed at Lychomenos’ house and Karidis spent her time there, protected from the Athenians who now found the fact that she was Spartan quite disturbing, and was completely devoted to her family. She was sorry to be the reason for her husband’s discrimination, but at the same time she felt safe that she wouldn’t become a widow at a young age. About the time Lysandra turned two and a half years old, Karidis was pregnant again, and to Ramthidides’ dismay, it was a beautiful healthy boy. He was named Mihaelis, and had unusually honey blond hair and eyes of the same colour, that would streak bright blue when he was upset or angry. The boy grew faster than his sister had, and was a handful. He never cried, but whimpered quietly instead. His father took him in front of him on his horse and the child loved it. Lychomenos died when the boy was about to become two years old. He left them the house, as he had no other living relatives. By the time Mihaelis turned three, the war with Sparta kept dragging on without a possible solution. Ramthidides returned home one evening, very upset to tell his wife that he had been ordered to send her back to Sparta with the children because the soothsayers had said that as long as they harboured an enemy in the city, the gods would always be against them and they would never be able to win the war. They told him he could stay as long as he kept away from his family. He had said that it was impossible so they had destituted him from the army, totally disregarding the fact that he was a general and his career in the military was flawless. The only thing left was going back to Sparta and hoping they wouldn’t receive him as an enemy. They left the house with Ramthidides’ friend, Euryseis, who was the only one that had backed him up during his shameful and unfair discharge of the army. The very next day, as soon as the sun was up, they left with all their belongings to Karidis’ mother in Euboea. The elderly couple had recently died and she was seriously considering accepting her sister’s offer to move in with her back in Sparta, though she despised her husband. She received them with open arms, happy to meet her grandchildren, and outraged at what had happened to Ramthidides. They spent a few days settling down and then Parthenos went on her own to Sparta to speak to the Gerousia, the council of elders, who brought one of the most respected ilarchs of the Spartan army and exposed her case to him.
Ramthidides was summoned and he made it quite clear that he wanted nothing to do with the Athenians who had commited such gross injustice after all the years he had risked his life for them. He renounced his citizenship and just wanted a place to live in peace with his family. He wanted no part in the army not to arouse any distrust from them, and they respected him for that. He was accepted into the homoioi: the citizen class of Sparta and Mihaelis received the status of melliran: son of a citizen, hoping they could eventually coax him into taking an active part with their army, knowing their enemy as he did. His reputation as an Athenian General was well known among the Spartan’s army elite and he was held in a very high status. Karidis was very happy to meet again her cousin Aristheia, and was a little put out when she told her she had married Eolidas. No wonder her mother had not mentioned who her cousin’s husband was, except for the fact that she didn’t like him. He was a somber man, whose father, the infamous Eocritos had led an ill fated uprise against the current Theban king Aelippe, who claimed he descended from Oedipus. It ended badly and all his followers were tragically stoned to death as he fled Thebes hidden in a hay cart under the cover of night. He married a Spartan lady, Chrysias, sister of Parthenos, of the noblest of Spartan families and had taken refuge in Sparta. Their son was born just a few months before his guilty feelings killed him. His son seemed to take his father’s guilt too seriously and kept away from social life, finally marrying his cousin who took pity of him. They had two children, Maximenes, who looked just like his father and had sadly inherited his dark personality, and Vilania, a lovely girl whose hair was unusually blonde with almost black eyes, very exuberant and friendly. The boy was the same age as Lysandra and the girl a year younger. Vilania immediately was absolutely taken by her cousins, seeing in Lysandra the older sister she wished she had instead of her obnoxious brother, and falling completely in love with Mihaelis. Her young cousin was the spitting image of his mother, as the girl looked like Ramthidides, dark brown hair and eyes. Having inherited a large state from her father, she invited them to come live with them and lighten up her life. Parthenos had been reluctant to share her sister’s house even though she kept asking her to, but now that her daughter’s family would also be there, she accepted and they all moved in. Two years went by and Iphisaklos had his head chopped off in a skirmish. He was replaced by Palimenos, who had despised Dionides and took an immediate dislike for Ramthidides’ family because of Karidis being his daughter. Mihaelis was a big boy, and looked much older that the Spartan boys his age, he still rode with his father, and took the reins in his hands. Soon after Mihaelis had turned five, a paidonomos, one of the men in charge of the boys at the Spartan army training camp, came knocking at their door. He asked for the boy and Karidis told him he was out riding with his father. He informed her he had been ordered by the illustrous ilarch Palimenos to take the boy to the training camp as was fit for boys his age. She assured him the boy was only five, not seven as he presumably thought, probably because of the fact that he was big for his age. He insisted the child was old enough to start training, and it was her duty as a Spartan mother to give him to them. She was furious and told him her son had been born on the year of the heavy rains, five years a month ago, so he had better count correctly. He said there had been no heavy rains at the time she said, but seven years ago, so she was wrong and the boy had to come with him. He would wait until they returned to take him away. Karidis felt the tears of frustration falling down her cheeks, knowing it was that bastard Palimenos’ revenge on her late father, and there was no one who could help her and nothing she or her husband could do. Karidis felt a warm hand creep into hers and looked down to see her niece Vilania, who apparantly was trying to tell her something. She watched as the man went to sit under the shade of a tree, waiting for her husband and son to return, and she crouched down to see what Vilania wanted to say.
- My mother will know what to do, I’ll go and get her. - She nodded seriously, and ran into the house.
Karidis started to realize that Maxidides was already eight years old and was still at home. Maybe Vilania was right and Aristheia knew something she didn’t. But when her cousin came to her with a sad look in her eyes, she knew whatever it was, it didn’t apply to her son.
- I am sorry, Karidis, but apart from your word and Ramthidides’ there is no way to prove Mihaelis’ age, and he does look the right age for the boy’s camp, he’s as tall as my Maximenes and much stronger than him. -
- How is it he’s not there? - Asked Karidis, very intrigued.
- He was taken last year, but he cried all night and the next day, he couldn’t keep up with the exercises required of the boys. Then when the paidonomos pulled out the whip to make him stop crying and do as the rest, he passed out and ended on his back with his tongue hanging out and trembling so bad that they thought he had some kind of seizure, wondering why he hadn’t been tossed off Taygetus when he was born. He was brought back home, which was so shameful, and it was suggested, thanks to my lineage, that since he was no good for the army, he might be helpful in another field, so that’s why he’s being tutored by Autoridos, remember him? - Aristheia asked.
- Oh yes, the strategos who lost his legs on that battle in Smyrna! He has the most brilliant mind! I’m glad for him, but can anything be done about Mihaelis? - She sobbed, totally discouraged.
- I don’t think so, but listen Karidis, Mihaelis will be a great warrior, as his father, and no one will be able to take that away from him. He may have Athenian blood in his veins, but he also has Spartan, and of the best line, Leonidas’, none other! It will overrule the other one, you will see! - Aristheia was trying to comfort her cousin but nothing would.
The sound of hooves had Karidis sobbing out loud as the horse turned the corner bearing Ramthidides and Mihaelis. She saw the paidonomos approach them and introduce himself, then reaching up he received the child in his arms. Ramthis got down and handed the reins to the helot servant. They all went into the house where they sat and had a civilized conversation. The paidonomos introduced himself as Alkenon, and informed Ramthidides of his orders. He saw the man pale but very calmly he explained that his son was still too young. Alkenon nodded but insisted the child looked the correct age. Ramthidides knew he was fighting a losing battle because he had no way to prove the truth. He turned to his son who was standing in front of Vilania, with her arms around him.
- Mihaelis, come here. -
Vilania let go of him and he went to his father. Ramthidides placed one hand on his son’s shoulder and cupped his chin with the other one, locking eyes with him.
- Do you want to become a soldier? - What a question for a five year old, he thought.
- Yes father. - Mihaelis answered, looking quite serious.
- Why son? - Ramthidides pursued.
- Because I want to protect you all. - He said calmly.
- Well said, and you will be the best, I’ll see to it! - Alkenon assured him.
- You’ll be taken away from us…- Ramthidides’ sad eyes bore into the boy’s.
- I will never see you again? - The boy asked obviously upset.
- Of course not, you will see them again soon. - Alkenon reassured him. - Say your farewells for now. -
Fighting back tears and somehow managing to keep straight faces, one by one they hugged and kissed the boy goodbye watching the paidonomos take him to a horse some distance away and place the boy on it to climb behind him, much as his father did.
“Just relax and let your mind take you where I’m sending you. We’re getting along with you all the information you need to know, and we will see this life you’ll live, from here.”
Ramthidides was an Athenian general, one of the best of his time, respected by everyone. He had been stationed for the last month at Megara on a diplomatic mission to try to work out some truce with the Spartans. Things had not gone so well, the Spartan diplomat, Dionides, was very stubborn and didn’t want to compromise, even on the most sensible issues. After a tiring day full of arguments, he was returning to his camp. Suddenly out of the right side, a cart came into view full speed, an elderly man uselessly trying to control the runaway horses. Behind him sat two well dressed terrified women making things worse with their screams. The cartwheel was broken on a rock and it overturned, smashing into pieces. Ramthidides watched the now free horses racing into a wooded area and sent one of his men to get them. He approached the wreck to find the older man sitting up, rubbing a lump the size of a hen’s egg on the left side of his head. The women had been clutching their bundles of clothes and personal things and they had been lucky enough to have them break their fall. Ramthidides found them sitting side by side looking frightened but unhurt. He reached both hands to them and helped them up. They turned to the old man, who was obviously a slave from his clothes, and seeing he was alright, the younger woman turned angrily on him.
- What were you trying to do, Eumenes? Live up to your name? Was that it? - She meant he had been ironically named after the Eumenides, the Furies, the unmentionables, bringers of mishap.
The old man was dumb with fright, trying hard to get up to fall back down twice before Ramthidides gave him a hand too.
“Eumenes? Is that his name? - He laughed shaking his head.
- Thank you sir, it was very fortunate that you were passing by. You’re not from around here…I would know you…- She said.
- No, I am General Ramthidides, from the Athenian diplomatic mission. - He nodded curteously.
- I am Karidis, daughter of Dionides and my cousin Aristheia. We are very grateful. We are returning to Megara, hoping to make it before nightfall. - She said, discouraged.
- I will send one of my men to Megara and stay with you until they come to get you. - He reassured her as he did what he had said.
The rest of the group camped down a safe distance from them and Ramthidides made the women and the old slave as comfortable as possible, sitting with them and sharing anecdotes with the stunningly beautiful woman, daughter of none other than the man who was making his life impossible. An hour and a half later, Dionides himself came to take his daughter back home. He thanked Ramthidides profusely and the Athenian said his farewell to the woman, backing up, not being able to take his eyes away from her, and watching her eyes following his. They went their separate ways and he couldn’t keep her out of his mind during most of the night. She was a Spartan, it was madness! He thought. Next day, Dionides was unusually polite, and a reasonable agreement was reached, so Ramthidides returned to Athens, to be congratulated on his success. For the next three months, she plagued his thoughts and dreams, and then he heard Dionides had died when he had taken a fall and broken his neck. Ramthidides requested permission to travel to Megara to pay his respects on the man’s funeral and to his family. It was granted and he was shocked to find that whatever comforts the family had had while Dionides lived, had been taken away from them. He spent a week helping the widow, Parthenos, and her daughter gather their things to move to Euboea where they had some relatives who would receive them. Ramthidides could not part again from Karidis and after gathering his courage and confessing his love for her, she told him he had taken her heart too. Ramthidides travelled with them to Euboea and helped them settle down with an elderly couple, related to Parthenos’ late husband.
He was given a small room to spend the night with the two soldiers travelling with him, and that very evening, during dinner, he told Parthenos he wished to marry her daughter. He had expected some reluctance at the fact that he was Athenian, but to his surprise, the woman seemed almost glad to be rid of her. She confided on him that she had always dreaded what she was going through, but now that it had happened, it was like a weight lifted from her heart, and she was glad that she wouldn’t have to worry about finding her daughter a suitable husband among the Spartans. She told him her mother had been Athenian, and it was the best thing that could happen to her daughter to be able to live in a more civilized part of the world. She wanted her to marry in Athens and gave them her blessing so they could leave the very next day. They became the best of friends during the journey back to Athens, but when they arrived and he introduced her to his family, Karidis was looked upon with distrust, because she was Spartan. When she confessed her grandmother was the daughter of Lysiphos, their distrust turned into awe. Ramthidides took her to meet her grandmother’s cousin, Lycomenos, who surprised her by knowing all about her, Parthenos being one of his favourite nieces, and old as he was, he had a very clear mind. A month after they were married, alarming news came from Sparta, announcing that Iphisaklos, who had taken the late Dionides’ place, had broken the truce, and several Athenian soldiers, still in the area of Megara, had been killed in the skirmishes that kept happening every day. So it was war again. Ramthidides was very frustrated because he was kept stationed in Athens and was not allowed to take an active part in the war, his wife being Spartan. Then Karidis found she was pregnant and he was glad he could be with her. Being a very active woman, Karidis had a perfect pregnancy and gave birth easily to a girl. She was named Lysandra and was her father’s pride and joy. He had dreaded the birth of a boy who would eventually have to become a warrior like him, so he doted on the girl. They had been welcomed at Lychomenos’ house and Karidis spent her time there, protected from the Athenians who now found the fact that she was Spartan quite disturbing, and was completely devoted to her family. She was sorry to be the reason for her husband’s discrimination, but at the same time she felt safe that she wouldn’t become a widow at a young age. About the time Lysandra turned two and a half years old, Karidis was pregnant again, and to Ramthidides’ dismay, it was a beautiful healthy boy. He was named Mihaelis, and had unusually honey blond hair and eyes of the same colour, that would streak bright blue when he was upset or angry. The boy grew faster than his sister had, and was a handful. He never cried, but whimpered quietly instead. His father took him in front of him on his horse and the child loved it. Lychomenos died when the boy was about to become two years old. He left them the house, as he had no other living relatives. By the time Mihaelis turned three, the war with Sparta kept dragging on without a possible solution. Ramthidides returned home one evening, very upset to tell his wife that he had been ordered to send her back to Sparta with the children because the soothsayers had said that as long as they harboured an enemy in the city, the gods would always be against them and they would never be able to win the war. They told him he could stay as long as he kept away from his family. He had said that it was impossible so they had destituted him from the army, totally disregarding the fact that he was a general and his career in the military was flawless. The only thing left was going back to Sparta and hoping they wouldn’t receive him as an enemy. They left the house with Ramthidides’ friend, Euryseis, who was the only one that had backed him up during his shameful and unfair discharge of the army. The very next day, as soon as the sun was up, they left with all their belongings to Karidis’ mother in Euboea. The elderly couple had recently died and she was seriously considering accepting her sister’s offer to move in with her back in Sparta, though she despised her husband. She received them with open arms, happy to meet her grandchildren, and outraged at what had happened to Ramthidides. They spent a few days settling down and then Parthenos went on her own to Sparta to speak to the Gerousia, the council of elders, who brought one of the most respected ilarchs of the Spartan army and exposed her case to him.
Ramthidides was summoned and he made it quite clear that he wanted nothing to do with the Athenians who had commited such gross injustice after all the years he had risked his life for them. He renounced his citizenship and just wanted a place to live in peace with his family. He wanted no part in the army not to arouse any distrust from them, and they respected him for that. He was accepted into the homoioi: the citizen class of Sparta and Mihaelis received the status of melliran: son of a citizen, hoping they could eventually coax him into taking an active part with their army, knowing their enemy as he did. His reputation as an Athenian General was well known among the Spartan’s army elite and he was held in a very high status. Karidis was very happy to meet again her cousin Aristheia, and was a little put out when she told her she had married Eolidas. No wonder her mother had not mentioned who her cousin’s husband was, except for the fact that she didn’t like him. He was a somber man, whose father, the infamous Eocritos had led an ill fated uprise against the current Theban king Aelippe, who claimed he descended from Oedipus. It ended badly and all his followers were tragically stoned to death as he fled Thebes hidden in a hay cart under the cover of night. He married a Spartan lady, Chrysias, sister of Parthenos, of the noblest of Spartan families and had taken refuge in Sparta. Their son was born just a few months before his guilty feelings killed him. His son seemed to take his father’s guilt too seriously and kept away from social life, finally marrying his cousin who took pity of him. They had two children, Maximenes, who looked just like his father and had sadly inherited his dark personality, and Vilania, a lovely girl whose hair was unusually blonde with almost black eyes, very exuberant and friendly. The boy was the same age as Lysandra and the girl a year younger. Vilania immediately was absolutely taken by her cousins, seeing in Lysandra the older sister she wished she had instead of her obnoxious brother, and falling completely in love with Mihaelis. Her young cousin was the spitting image of his mother, as the girl looked like Ramthidides, dark brown hair and eyes. Having inherited a large state from her father, she invited them to come live with them and lighten up her life. Parthenos had been reluctant to share her sister’s house even though she kept asking her to, but now that her daughter’s family would also be there, she accepted and they all moved in. Two years went by and Iphisaklos had his head chopped off in a skirmish. He was replaced by Palimenos, who had despised Dionides and took an immediate dislike for Ramthidides’ family because of Karidis being his daughter. Mihaelis was a big boy, and looked much older that the Spartan boys his age, he still rode with his father, and took the reins in his hands. Soon after Mihaelis had turned five, a paidonomos, one of the men in charge of the boys at the Spartan army training camp, came knocking at their door. He asked for the boy and Karidis told him he was out riding with his father. He informed her he had been ordered by the illustrous ilarch Palimenos to take the boy to the training camp as was fit for boys his age. She assured him the boy was only five, not seven as he presumably thought, probably because of the fact that he was big for his age. He insisted the child was old enough to start training, and it was her duty as a Spartan mother to give him to them. She was furious and told him her son had been born on the year of the heavy rains, five years a month ago, so he had better count correctly. He said there had been no heavy rains at the time she said, but seven years ago, so she was wrong and the boy had to come with him. He would wait until they returned to take him away. Karidis felt the tears of frustration falling down her cheeks, knowing it was that bastard Palimenos’ revenge on her late father, and there was no one who could help her and nothing she or her husband could do. Karidis felt a warm hand creep into hers and looked down to see her niece Vilania, who apparantly was trying to tell her something. She watched as the man went to sit under the shade of a tree, waiting for her husband and son to return, and she crouched down to see what Vilania wanted to say.
- My mother will know what to do, I’ll go and get her. - She nodded seriously, and ran into the house.
Karidis started to realize that Maxidides was already eight years old and was still at home. Maybe Vilania was right and Aristheia knew something she didn’t. But when her cousin came to her with a sad look in her eyes, she knew whatever it was, it didn’t apply to her son.
- I am sorry, Karidis, but apart from your word and Ramthidides’ there is no way to prove Mihaelis’ age, and he does look the right age for the boy’s camp, he’s as tall as my Maximenes and much stronger than him. -
- How is it he’s not there? - Asked Karidis, very intrigued.
- He was taken last year, but he cried all night and the next day, he couldn’t keep up with the exercises required of the boys. Then when the paidonomos pulled out the whip to make him stop crying and do as the rest, he passed out and ended on his back with his tongue hanging out and trembling so bad that they thought he had some kind of seizure, wondering why he hadn’t been tossed off Taygetus when he was born. He was brought back home, which was so shameful, and it was suggested, thanks to my lineage, that since he was no good for the army, he might be helpful in another field, so that’s why he’s being tutored by Autoridos, remember him? - Aristheia asked.
- Oh yes, the strategos who lost his legs on that battle in Smyrna! He has the most brilliant mind! I’m glad for him, but can anything be done about Mihaelis? - She sobbed, totally discouraged.
- I don’t think so, but listen Karidis, Mihaelis will be a great warrior, as his father, and no one will be able to take that away from him. He may have Athenian blood in his veins, but he also has Spartan, and of the best line, Leonidas’, none other! It will overrule the other one, you will see! - Aristheia was trying to comfort her cousin but nothing would.
The sound of hooves had Karidis sobbing out loud as the horse turned the corner bearing Ramthidides and Mihaelis. She saw the paidonomos approach them and introduce himself, then reaching up he received the child in his arms. Ramthis got down and handed the reins to the helot servant. They all went into the house where they sat and had a civilized conversation. The paidonomos introduced himself as Alkenon, and informed Ramthidides of his orders. He saw the man pale but very calmly he explained that his son was still too young. Alkenon nodded but insisted the child looked the correct age. Ramthidides knew he was fighting a losing battle because he had no way to prove the truth. He turned to his son who was standing in front of Vilania, with her arms around him.
- Mihaelis, come here. -
Vilania let go of him and he went to his father. Ramthidides placed one hand on his son’s shoulder and cupped his chin with the other one, locking eyes with him.
- Do you want to become a soldier? - What a question for a five year old, he thought.
- Yes father. - Mihaelis answered, looking quite serious.
- Why son? - Ramthidides pursued.
- Because I want to protect you all. - He said calmly.
- Well said, and you will be the best, I’ll see to it! - Alkenon assured him.
- You’ll be taken away from us…- Ramthidides’ sad eyes bore into the boy’s.
- I will never see you again? - The boy asked obviously upset.
- Of course not, you will see them again soon. - Alkenon reassured him. - Say your farewells for now. -
Fighting back tears and somehow managing to keep straight faces, one by one they hugged and kissed the boy goodbye watching the paidonomos take him to a horse some distance away and place the boy on it to climb behind him, much as his father did.
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Chapter 266
The Spartans thought the gods had lost their divine minds! To demand the sacrifice of a seven year old virgin to the lusty god Priapus was certain death! The chosen ones for these rituals were usually thirteen at least. The Spartan girls at seven were feather light wispy things, just beginning to develop, yet much better off than the boys who were in their first year of training camp and on a diet of the filthy gruel they were fed. They were just learning to steal without being caught, which meant nothing much so far, so they were scrawny children still waiting for some muscles to kick in eventually. Mostly underfed and desperately striving to fend for themselves on what little thieving experience they were getting each passing day, they were really barely surviving. At least the girls ate better and didn’t go through the strenous physical exhaustion as the boys did, but it was outrageous anyway. According to the priestess, and augurs, the god would choose his victim, among the most beautiful virgins which would be brought to him. So all the seven year old girls, which weren’t many, were taken to the temple but the god gave no sign of being pleased by any of them. Another battle was lost and the Spartans were getting desperate. They hailed the oracle again and this time the priestess took a much longer time in her trance and the gods’ demands were more explicit. They said the “seven year old virgin would be found among those two years older”. That they were looking in the wrong place and that the chosen one would not be found with maids but with future warriors. The confusion knew no bounds, and to everyone’s surprise, the priestess, all clad in the long blood red robe of the Spartan soldiers, with a peplos of the same colour covering her shoulders, arrived at the training camp. Her status allowed her to wander wherever she chose fit for her search, and after she had been to every nook and cranny of the place, she sat on a rock, the image of frustration, totally discouraged. Then the boys who had been on their thieving errands began to return and her head went up with a questioning look towards all the paidonomos who were gathered around her. She had no need for words. They simply answered.
- The boys are sent to learn to steal for the nourishment they require apart from what they get here. They will be returning for the midday meal, which they must take anyway, to listen to the lessons in war right after. - Augistos, the eldest paidonomos informed her.
She nodded her head and inspected disinterestedly each of the returning boys. When hoofbeats were heard, she jumped up, very agitated. The horse bearing Mihaelis appeared, rounding the shore of the stream which disappeared behind a small hillock, with the ilarch, who had unusually honoured them with his visit, as unexpected as the priestess’. His eyes went to the priestess and narrowed with aprehension, her presence made him very uncomfortable for no reason he could think of. The woman paled as her gaze met Mihaelis’, his hair shining in the spring sun and his hazel eyes streaking with piercing blue, as his unfailing instincts told him something was definitely amiss, and it concerned his safety. As the sat the horse, which had rooted its hoofs, holding its ground, and trembling as it sensed its rider’s uneasiness, Mihaelis locked his hypnotic eyes with the priestess’, who couldn’t hold hers in his, and looked down, partly defeated and partly in respect, because the fate of the Spartans depended on the courage and strength of this child.
As the priestess approached him, Mihaelis slid off the horse, dropping to the ground to be received in her arms. She crouched in front of him hugging him tight, and then holding his shoulders, she kissed his lips like his mother and his sister and cousin did. Then she bowed to him and Mihaelis’ fate was sealed. The sacrifice would be in a week’s time, during which the boy would stay at the temple, fed and allowed to do as he wished. He decided to exercise with his mates at the camp and ride with Eucippides where he would share a midday meal as rich as the breakfast at the temple. He would attend the lessons to build his courage for the brutal ordeal he would have to endure, at such a young age, the awe of everyone at the camp at his lack of fear and determination, made him feel honoured to have been chosen for the sacrifice. It was exactly the same treatment he received from the priestesses at the temple, who didn’t leave his side for a second while he was there sleeping in the same room with them as they took turns to watch over his slumber as the high priestess held him in her arms.
On the first day of that week, the ilarch arrived at the camp early, as the boys were coming out of the barracks. The paidonomos were surprised to see him and made all the boys form to hear what he had to say. He called Mihaelis in front with him and demanded an apology from all the men in charge of the whole camp with a message to the illustrous ilarch Palimenos who had not listened to reason and forced a child of five to undergo what those two years older than him had to, just because he was big for his age. His mother was the daughter of the late Spartan diplomat Dionides, and a Spartan, who would not lie about her son’s age out of respect for her race and her father’s memory. Yet she had not been believed and the child had turned out a better man than anyone who had had the honour to share anything with him, the boys and even the paidonomos included. He was sorry to say that his respect for his fellow ilarch Palimenos had been completely lost. He made them all voice together their apologies and then specially Alkenon, Kalos, whose name was a joke because he would always fall for a pretty boy (kouros kalon), from Mihaelis’ second year there, and Heitias, from the current one. Then Eucippides witnessed the exercising and training and watched Mihaelis’ usual dip in the cold stream before he donned his chiton to leave with him. Eucippides had ridden into camp alone, and grabbed the boy in his arms from behind lifting him onto the horse. Then walking the animal to a small wall by one of the barracks he eased himself on the horse behind the boy, wrapping his arms around him. He watched satisfied, the envious looks from the paidonomos, specially Kalos, because he had now lost him to Heitias, and he had played around a lot with the boy during that year under his care. Mihaelis had only confessed about the man constantly fondling him when he had moved on to Heitias, who was then doing the same. At least Alkenon had been more discreet and respectful of the boy’s tender age. After having some fun with the horses, they went to Eucippides’ “bathroom” which was of course, the Spartan version: just a room with a low hole in the left wall through which a stream which had been diverted for that purpose, ran across the room to continue back to its original path through another low hole on the right wall. A two foot deep round tub-like pool had been dug and stones had been pushed into the soft floor and sides so it wouldn’t fill in again, then it had been smoothed over with a layer of finely crushed stones. The way they were stuck to the bottom and sides was a secret which only the best mason in Sparta knew, and he owed Eucippides a couple of big favours concerning his family so he did the best and nearest to what he had seen on a journey to Athens. He had gone to bring home a relative, who had been taken there as a prisoner, and whose freedom Eucippides had managed to work out along with a safeconduct for the mason to bring him home. There was a grate on both holes to make sure nothing uninvited or unwanted would find its way into their privacy and the room was also tilted just enough to make sure the water flowed unstopped.
Spartans had always considered bathing was weakening, but the boy was a chunk in spite of bathing everyday and getting lashed for it. He told the paidonomos he didn’t like the rancid smell of sweat mixed with the oil the boys rubbed on themselves and scraped off as a means of cleansing and the man had to admit that the boy smelled fresh using the oil after rinsing in the stream. The boy was clumsy so he always had another boy rub him and scrape him, as most of them did, and ironically the three bullies he had originally beaten were the ones who fought for the privilege.
Eucippides sat on the lowest of two steps, with his back against the back wall with the boy on his lap, facing him and straddling him, his thighs hugging the ilarch’s hips, his smooth cheek on the hairy chest. The man’s hands ran up and down the child’s back, relaxing him with the caress.
- Why am I a virgin? What is that? - Mihaelis asked him.
The ilarch’s hands slid down lower cupping the boy’s round buttocks, one spreading and the other going under him to force his cock forwards under the child.
- Because this…- He rubbed the head of his cock against the boy’s opening. - Has never been in there. -
- Why should it be in there? - Mihaelis asked not understanding.
- For pleasure. - He said prodding gently.
- But it would hurt…- The paidonomos’ fingers had hurt him, the men being rough and only thinking of themselves, telling him it was part of the training to conquer pain.
- You would learn to enjoy it, like this…- He said and moving to sit on the higher step, he flipped the boy over his lap, so he was out of the water.
Scooping a glob of some greasy stuff from a small jar in a nook in the wall, he pushed his lubricated finger very slowly and gently into the boy, watching his wince slowly turn into a smirk.
- You see? - Eucippides waited until Mihaelis opened his eyes and stared into his dark ones over his shoulder.
- That’s what the god will do to me? - He asked.
- But not with his finger…- Eucippides nodded.
- I will have to take it…I’m sure I can. - The boy chewed his lower lip thoughtfully.
- Mihaelis…the god’s…thing is big…he will tear your flesh, make you bleed and hurt you very bad. I don’t want to scare you, I just want you to know what to expect. - Eucippides whispered, not sure how the boy would take it.
- I’m not afraid, Kalos and Heitias do it like this to me too and they’re not gentle like you, or make it easy, they just do it…you know? - He meant they used no lubrication.
Eucippides was seething; he wished he could wring their necks.
- Why haven’t you done it to me…what the god will do? You don’t want to? You don’t want me? - Mihaelis looked hurt.
- Of course I want you! - Eucippides laughed. - You’re too young, I wanted to be your first but now I will have to come after the god. -
- You will still want me? - Mihaelis asked him doubtfully.
- Of course I will! - Eucippides laughed again, spanking him playfully, enjoying the way the tight velvety flesh contracted and the boy chuckled. - Your family must be waiting. -
He wrapped the child in a fresh cool linen cloth and dried him. Then he dried himself with the same cloth as the boy pulled the chiton over his head. Eucippides dressed in his usual formal way, helping the boy with the fibula, which held his short tunic together at the left shoulder, as the boy fastened the rope belt around his waist, and they went to meet Mihaelis’ family for a generous lunch, knowing the boy had to be as strong as possible to survive the coming experience. In this particular case, a dead pharmakos: the sacrificial victim, became the worst of omens. Eucippides noticed that the boy’s cousin, Maximenes, simply couldn’t take his eyes off Mihaelis, and wondered what it was about. It wasn’t just the awe and admiration he had seen in the eyes of the whole Spartan camp, it was much more, or rather different. After eating, Eucippides led his guests to a small private garden he kept behind his house, flanked by high walls. There were just long stone benches coming out from the walls, no comfort for the women and girls, it was a place for men, so he had his servant bring five thick woolen blankets, which were a luxury only ilarchs could afford during the military campaigns, and had them folded over several times to be used as cushions. Mihaelis lay over the laps of his grandmother, mother, aunt, sister and cousin, made welcome to him and went to sleep feeling totally relaxed and at ease with those he loved.
Ramthidides hadn’t been able to join them because he had finally been coaxed by the Council of Elders, which were the ephors, strategoi and kalokagathoi, to have a talk with them and help his now fellow citizens. He had been doing it on and off during the last year but now he was taking it more seriously, fully participating, with the Athenian danger getting closer each passing day. He would be considered a traitor either way, so he had decided he would be better off at the victorious side, and since he had been a Spartan citizen for over four years he wanted to make sure that’s what they would be.
Eucippides left Mihaelis to enjoy his female family and brought Maximenes to sit with him. He was a weird looking boy, thin almost to emaciation, and he remembered Karidis telling him her nephew was a very nervous boy, studying under Koliades, one of the best strategos the Spartans had, and was now working with his uncle Ramthidides. No wonder he wasn’t at the training camp, he wouldn’t have survived a single day. He had these funny ears sticking out of his head, with sad eyes and coarse straight black hair cut very short unlike his younger cousin’s baby soft shaggy golden streaked honey coloured tresses, curling at the tips. Their eyes locked and Eucippides sensed fear in the thin boy’s, actually terror, so he waited until he was able to speak.
- What are they going to do to him? My mother won’t speak about it and my aunt simply starts crying. I’ve been ten for some months now, I’m old enough to know! - His voice broke at the end.
- Maximenes, do you know anything about sex? - Eucippides saw the boy looked ready to go into convulsions, and he patted his arm to reassure him.
Maximenes finally breathed, when he was turning dangerously blue and nodded his head to let Eucippides know he was alright now.
- Well, what do you know? - Eucippides insisted.
- I’ve heard a man puts his thing into a girl’s hole in front and they get a baby. - He said in a thread of a voice, with visible disgust before continuing.
- And men do it to boys for real pleasure, so I’m sure they’re all after Mihaelis, he’s so beautiful! - Maximenes went on, as it was obvious that Eucippides was waiting for more, blushing at the end with his confession.
- Who would you rather do it to…Lysandra or Mihaelis? - The Ilarch teased, trying to losen him up.
- I know we are forced to marry at thirty because we need more soldiers, but I would definitely choose to do it to Mihealis. - He said.
- Why? - The man insisted, curious of the older boy’s feelings.
- The girls are kind of thin, though they bulge in the wrong places, like breasts and belly, Mihealis has this round ass…I don’t think I should be saying this, my mother will be upset…-
- This is a man’s talk, no one else will know. Now tell me what you know about the sacrifice…- Eucippides persisted.
- I’m not sure. Just the comments I’ve heard among the elders, but I don’t really understand what they mean. Will the real god come to do it to him, or will it be the stone statue in the temple, because that would kill him…oh no! I don’t want him to die! Not before…- Maximenes blushed furiously this time and there was no doubt about the way he loved his cousin.
The look in the ilarch’s eyes had made it clear how it would be done, and Maximenes shuddered violently realizing the true nature of the sacrifice.
- I…I’m sorry…I sh…shouldn’t be talking like th…this, d…does he know? - The thin boy stammered.
Eucippides nodded.
- How can he be so calm, how can he sleep at all? - His eyes filled with tears.
- He’s a Spartan, he’s been taking pain since he entered the camp, he’s sure he can take it, and is not afraid. He also knows he has to survive it to make it worth it and propitious. - Eucippides could feel the tears also threatening to flood his eyes and fought them back. - He’s tough, he’ll live. -
- He’s too young! He may be big and strong, but he’s just…seven! - Maximenes had seen the doubt in Eucippides’ affirmation, confident as he made it sound.
- I have the best iatros, he will see to his wounds, and I will be with him all the time until he heals. He will survive and the Athenians will not step on our land! - Eucippides had got very agitated at Maximenes worries, not liking what it implied, and took a deep breath to regain his composure.
Ironically, it was now Maximenes who patted his arm for reassurance, and gave him a very serious and adult look.
- I want to meet your iatros, I want to be there with you and him when he heals Mihaelis, I want to be a iatros too, if he’s the best, I want to learn from him, so I will be always be there for Mihaelis, when he is wounded in battle. Please, ilarch, that’s what I really want, not a strategos! - Maximenes begged.
Eucippides felt like he was talking to a man his own age or older. This boy was surrounded by elders all the time, no wonder he sounded like one. By the gods! He even looked like one, like his father, none the less, whom everyone made fun of behind his back! The stupid man was always putting on airs of importance, when nothing he had ever done had amounted to anything! Eucippides knew his family story too well, and knew he was really trying to put his father’s guilt behind and miserably failing to do so, giving the wrong impression. And his poor son would probably follow his steps having inherited the nervous disposition through their guilty feelings.
The Spartans thought the gods had lost their divine minds! To demand the sacrifice of a seven year old virgin to the lusty god Priapus was certain death! The chosen ones for these rituals were usually thirteen at least. The Spartan girls at seven were feather light wispy things, just beginning to develop, yet much better off than the boys who were in their first year of training camp and on a diet of the filthy gruel they were fed. They were just learning to steal without being caught, which meant nothing much so far, so they were scrawny children still waiting for some muscles to kick in eventually. Mostly underfed and desperately striving to fend for themselves on what little thieving experience they were getting each passing day, they were really barely surviving. At least the girls ate better and didn’t go through the strenous physical exhaustion as the boys did, but it was outrageous anyway. According to the priestess, and augurs, the god would choose his victim, among the most beautiful virgins which would be brought to him. So all the seven year old girls, which weren’t many, were taken to the temple but the god gave no sign of being pleased by any of them. Another battle was lost and the Spartans were getting desperate. They hailed the oracle again and this time the priestess took a much longer time in her trance and the gods’ demands were more explicit. They said the “seven year old virgin would be found among those two years older”. That they were looking in the wrong place and that the chosen one would not be found with maids but with future warriors. The confusion knew no bounds, and to everyone’s surprise, the priestess, all clad in the long blood red robe of the Spartan soldiers, with a peplos of the same colour covering her shoulders, arrived at the training camp. Her status allowed her to wander wherever she chose fit for her search, and after she had been to every nook and cranny of the place, she sat on a rock, the image of frustration, totally discouraged. Then the boys who had been on their thieving errands began to return and her head went up with a questioning look towards all the paidonomos who were gathered around her. She had no need for words. They simply answered.
- The boys are sent to learn to steal for the nourishment they require apart from what they get here. They will be returning for the midday meal, which they must take anyway, to listen to the lessons in war right after. - Augistos, the eldest paidonomos informed her.
She nodded her head and inspected disinterestedly each of the returning boys. When hoofbeats were heard, she jumped up, very agitated. The horse bearing Mihaelis appeared, rounding the shore of the stream which disappeared behind a small hillock, with the ilarch, who had unusually honoured them with his visit, as unexpected as the priestess’. His eyes went to the priestess and narrowed with aprehension, her presence made him very uncomfortable for no reason he could think of. The woman paled as her gaze met Mihaelis’, his hair shining in the spring sun and his hazel eyes streaking with piercing blue, as his unfailing instincts told him something was definitely amiss, and it concerned his safety. As the sat the horse, which had rooted its hoofs, holding its ground, and trembling as it sensed its rider’s uneasiness, Mihaelis locked his hypnotic eyes with the priestess’, who couldn’t hold hers in his, and looked down, partly defeated and partly in respect, because the fate of the Spartans depended on the courage and strength of this child.
As the priestess approached him, Mihaelis slid off the horse, dropping to the ground to be received in her arms. She crouched in front of him hugging him tight, and then holding his shoulders, she kissed his lips like his mother and his sister and cousin did. Then she bowed to him and Mihaelis’ fate was sealed. The sacrifice would be in a week’s time, during which the boy would stay at the temple, fed and allowed to do as he wished. He decided to exercise with his mates at the camp and ride with Eucippides where he would share a midday meal as rich as the breakfast at the temple. He would attend the lessons to build his courage for the brutal ordeal he would have to endure, at such a young age, the awe of everyone at the camp at his lack of fear and determination, made him feel honoured to have been chosen for the sacrifice. It was exactly the same treatment he received from the priestesses at the temple, who didn’t leave his side for a second while he was there sleeping in the same room with them as they took turns to watch over his slumber as the high priestess held him in her arms.
On the first day of that week, the ilarch arrived at the camp early, as the boys were coming out of the barracks. The paidonomos were surprised to see him and made all the boys form to hear what he had to say. He called Mihaelis in front with him and demanded an apology from all the men in charge of the whole camp with a message to the illustrous ilarch Palimenos who had not listened to reason and forced a child of five to undergo what those two years older than him had to, just because he was big for his age. His mother was the daughter of the late Spartan diplomat Dionides, and a Spartan, who would not lie about her son’s age out of respect for her race and her father’s memory. Yet she had not been believed and the child had turned out a better man than anyone who had had the honour to share anything with him, the boys and even the paidonomos included. He was sorry to say that his respect for his fellow ilarch Palimenos had been completely lost. He made them all voice together their apologies and then specially Alkenon, Kalos, whose name was a joke because he would always fall for a pretty boy (kouros kalon), from Mihaelis’ second year there, and Heitias, from the current one. Then Eucippides witnessed the exercising and training and watched Mihaelis’ usual dip in the cold stream before he donned his chiton to leave with him. Eucippides had ridden into camp alone, and grabbed the boy in his arms from behind lifting him onto the horse. Then walking the animal to a small wall by one of the barracks he eased himself on the horse behind the boy, wrapping his arms around him. He watched satisfied, the envious looks from the paidonomos, specially Kalos, because he had now lost him to Heitias, and he had played around a lot with the boy during that year under his care. Mihaelis had only confessed about the man constantly fondling him when he had moved on to Heitias, who was then doing the same. At least Alkenon had been more discreet and respectful of the boy’s tender age. After having some fun with the horses, they went to Eucippides’ “bathroom” which was of course, the Spartan version: just a room with a low hole in the left wall through which a stream which had been diverted for that purpose, ran across the room to continue back to its original path through another low hole on the right wall. A two foot deep round tub-like pool had been dug and stones had been pushed into the soft floor and sides so it wouldn’t fill in again, then it had been smoothed over with a layer of finely crushed stones. The way they were stuck to the bottom and sides was a secret which only the best mason in Sparta knew, and he owed Eucippides a couple of big favours concerning his family so he did the best and nearest to what he had seen on a journey to Athens. He had gone to bring home a relative, who had been taken there as a prisoner, and whose freedom Eucippides had managed to work out along with a safeconduct for the mason to bring him home. There was a grate on both holes to make sure nothing uninvited or unwanted would find its way into their privacy and the room was also tilted just enough to make sure the water flowed unstopped.
Spartans had always considered bathing was weakening, but the boy was a chunk in spite of bathing everyday and getting lashed for it. He told the paidonomos he didn’t like the rancid smell of sweat mixed with the oil the boys rubbed on themselves and scraped off as a means of cleansing and the man had to admit that the boy smelled fresh using the oil after rinsing in the stream. The boy was clumsy so he always had another boy rub him and scrape him, as most of them did, and ironically the three bullies he had originally beaten were the ones who fought for the privilege.
Eucippides sat on the lowest of two steps, with his back against the back wall with the boy on his lap, facing him and straddling him, his thighs hugging the ilarch’s hips, his smooth cheek on the hairy chest. The man’s hands ran up and down the child’s back, relaxing him with the caress.
- Why am I a virgin? What is that? - Mihaelis asked him.
The ilarch’s hands slid down lower cupping the boy’s round buttocks, one spreading and the other going under him to force his cock forwards under the child.
- Because this…- He rubbed the head of his cock against the boy’s opening. - Has never been in there. -
- Why should it be in there? - Mihaelis asked not understanding.
- For pleasure. - He said prodding gently.
- But it would hurt…- The paidonomos’ fingers had hurt him, the men being rough and only thinking of themselves, telling him it was part of the training to conquer pain.
- You would learn to enjoy it, like this…- He said and moving to sit on the higher step, he flipped the boy over his lap, so he was out of the water.
Scooping a glob of some greasy stuff from a small jar in a nook in the wall, he pushed his lubricated finger very slowly and gently into the boy, watching his wince slowly turn into a smirk.
- You see? - Eucippides waited until Mihaelis opened his eyes and stared into his dark ones over his shoulder.
- That’s what the god will do to me? - He asked.
- But not with his finger…- Eucippides nodded.
- I will have to take it…I’m sure I can. - The boy chewed his lower lip thoughtfully.
- Mihaelis…the god’s…thing is big…he will tear your flesh, make you bleed and hurt you very bad. I don’t want to scare you, I just want you to know what to expect. - Eucippides whispered, not sure how the boy would take it.
- I’m not afraid, Kalos and Heitias do it like this to me too and they’re not gentle like you, or make it easy, they just do it…you know? - He meant they used no lubrication.
Eucippides was seething; he wished he could wring their necks.
- Why haven’t you done it to me…what the god will do? You don’t want to? You don’t want me? - Mihaelis looked hurt.
- Of course I want you! - Eucippides laughed. - You’re too young, I wanted to be your first but now I will have to come after the god. -
- You will still want me? - Mihaelis asked him doubtfully.
- Of course I will! - Eucippides laughed again, spanking him playfully, enjoying the way the tight velvety flesh contracted and the boy chuckled. - Your family must be waiting. -
He wrapped the child in a fresh cool linen cloth and dried him. Then he dried himself with the same cloth as the boy pulled the chiton over his head. Eucippides dressed in his usual formal way, helping the boy with the fibula, which held his short tunic together at the left shoulder, as the boy fastened the rope belt around his waist, and they went to meet Mihaelis’ family for a generous lunch, knowing the boy had to be as strong as possible to survive the coming experience. In this particular case, a dead pharmakos: the sacrificial victim, became the worst of omens. Eucippides noticed that the boy’s cousin, Maximenes, simply couldn’t take his eyes off Mihaelis, and wondered what it was about. It wasn’t just the awe and admiration he had seen in the eyes of the whole Spartan camp, it was much more, or rather different. After eating, Eucippides led his guests to a small private garden he kept behind his house, flanked by high walls. There were just long stone benches coming out from the walls, no comfort for the women and girls, it was a place for men, so he had his servant bring five thick woolen blankets, which were a luxury only ilarchs could afford during the military campaigns, and had them folded over several times to be used as cushions. Mihaelis lay over the laps of his grandmother, mother, aunt, sister and cousin, made welcome to him and went to sleep feeling totally relaxed and at ease with those he loved.
Ramthidides hadn’t been able to join them because he had finally been coaxed by the Council of Elders, which were the ephors, strategoi and kalokagathoi, to have a talk with them and help his now fellow citizens. He had been doing it on and off during the last year but now he was taking it more seriously, fully participating, with the Athenian danger getting closer each passing day. He would be considered a traitor either way, so he had decided he would be better off at the victorious side, and since he had been a Spartan citizen for over four years he wanted to make sure that’s what they would be.
Eucippides left Mihaelis to enjoy his female family and brought Maximenes to sit with him. He was a weird looking boy, thin almost to emaciation, and he remembered Karidis telling him her nephew was a very nervous boy, studying under Koliades, one of the best strategos the Spartans had, and was now working with his uncle Ramthidides. No wonder he wasn’t at the training camp, he wouldn’t have survived a single day. He had these funny ears sticking out of his head, with sad eyes and coarse straight black hair cut very short unlike his younger cousin’s baby soft shaggy golden streaked honey coloured tresses, curling at the tips. Their eyes locked and Eucippides sensed fear in the thin boy’s, actually terror, so he waited until he was able to speak.
- What are they going to do to him? My mother won’t speak about it and my aunt simply starts crying. I’ve been ten for some months now, I’m old enough to know! - His voice broke at the end.
- Maximenes, do you know anything about sex? - Eucippides saw the boy looked ready to go into convulsions, and he patted his arm to reassure him.
Maximenes finally breathed, when he was turning dangerously blue and nodded his head to let Eucippides know he was alright now.
- Well, what do you know? - Eucippides insisted.
- I’ve heard a man puts his thing into a girl’s hole in front and they get a baby. - He said in a thread of a voice, with visible disgust before continuing.
- And men do it to boys for real pleasure, so I’m sure they’re all after Mihaelis, he’s so beautiful! - Maximenes went on, as it was obvious that Eucippides was waiting for more, blushing at the end with his confession.
- Who would you rather do it to…Lysandra or Mihaelis? - The Ilarch teased, trying to losen him up.
- I know we are forced to marry at thirty because we need more soldiers, but I would definitely choose to do it to Mihealis. - He said.
- Why? - The man insisted, curious of the older boy’s feelings.
- The girls are kind of thin, though they bulge in the wrong places, like breasts and belly, Mihealis has this round ass…I don’t think I should be saying this, my mother will be upset…-
- This is a man’s talk, no one else will know. Now tell me what you know about the sacrifice…- Eucippides persisted.
- I’m not sure. Just the comments I’ve heard among the elders, but I don’t really understand what they mean. Will the real god come to do it to him, or will it be the stone statue in the temple, because that would kill him…oh no! I don’t want him to die! Not before…- Maximenes blushed furiously this time and there was no doubt about the way he loved his cousin.
The look in the ilarch’s eyes had made it clear how it would be done, and Maximenes shuddered violently realizing the true nature of the sacrifice.
- I…I’m sorry…I sh…shouldn’t be talking like th…this, d…does he know? - The thin boy stammered.
Eucippides nodded.
- How can he be so calm, how can he sleep at all? - His eyes filled with tears.
- He’s a Spartan, he’s been taking pain since he entered the camp, he’s sure he can take it, and is not afraid. He also knows he has to survive it to make it worth it and propitious. - Eucippides could feel the tears also threatening to flood his eyes and fought them back. - He’s tough, he’ll live. -
- He’s too young! He may be big and strong, but he’s just…seven! - Maximenes had seen the doubt in Eucippides’ affirmation, confident as he made it sound.
- I have the best iatros, he will see to his wounds, and I will be with him all the time until he heals. He will survive and the Athenians will not step on our land! - Eucippides had got very agitated at Maximenes worries, not liking what it implied, and took a deep breath to regain his composure.
Ironically, it was now Maximenes who patted his arm for reassurance, and gave him a very serious and adult look.
- I want to meet your iatros, I want to be there with you and him when he heals Mihaelis, I want to be a iatros too, if he’s the best, I want to learn from him, so I will be always be there for Mihaelis, when he is wounded in battle. Please, ilarch, that’s what I really want, not a strategos! - Maximenes begged.
Eucippides felt like he was talking to a man his own age or older. This boy was surrounded by elders all the time, no wonder he sounded like one. By the gods! He even looked like one, like his father, none the less, whom everyone made fun of behind his back! The stupid man was always putting on airs of importance, when nothing he had ever done had amounted to anything! Eucippides knew his family story too well, and knew he was really trying to put his father’s guilt behind and miserably failing to do so, giving the wrong impression. And his poor son would probably follow his steps having inherited the nervous disposition through their guilty feelings.
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Chapter 265
Alkenon climbed down and received the boy putting him down on the ground. Then he pointed to his left and said.
- Go to that barrack. - To his surprise, the boy nodded and walked obediently where he was told. He didn’t hesitate or tried to ask why. Alkenon walked behind him as the boy headed for the barrack very sure of himself. When he entered, he found it was full of boys about his size, most of them a little smaller and thinner, and perhaps two or three as tall as him but very slim. They were all sitting around and talking among themselves. They all fell silent as Alkenon came in behind him.
- This is Mihaelis. - He said and pointed to a space in the middle of the room to the right. - You will sleep there. -
Alkenon took a cloak from a stack by the wall and gave it to him with a small tunic, like he was wearing but of a nondescript colour.
- This is your himation, on which you will sleep, and change your chiton for this one. - He ordered.
Mihaelis tossed the himation on the space he had been assigned and pulled his blue chiton over his head to don the other one. Alkenon eyed the boy’s tight body appreciatively and stepped outside, staying there to see how things went. After a minute or so of hearing the children’s voices and then a couple of scuffles, he went back to the door to find the three boys who were as tall as the newcomer, sitting on the floor, one holding his eye and the other two their bleeding noses. Michaelis was lying face down on his himation which he had folded in two as if nothing had happened.
Ramthidides had always expected Mihaelis would have a hard time anywhere he was, because of the mixed races: in Athens, because of his Spartan mother, and in Sparta because of his Athenian father. Bearing this in mind, he had taught the boy a trick or two to defend himself, constantly pouncing on him unsuspecting so he would always be ready. He loved the boy dearly but that didn’t mean he didn’t discipline him with a spanking or lately a good lashing when it was more serious. His son certainly knew how to get himself in trouble and had to take it as a man. Karidis had always thought he was a little rough on the child, but now it had come quite handy.
Mihaelis seemed to be sleeping and the other boys were keeping their distance, not daring to face him, being smaller than him. If he had beaten the three bullies effortlessly, they all better stay away from him. Alkenon brought out his whip and raising the boy’s chiton from his ass, he brought it down hard. Mihaelis grunted, used to his father punishing him this way when he misbehaved, and then took the next five lashes biting his lip to keep quiet.
- Fighting is not allowed! - Alkenon shouted.
Mihaelis opened his eyes realizing where he was.
- They started it! - He answered back.
The whip cracked him three more lashes.
- I don’t care who started it, but there’s no fight if you don’t fight back. - Clearly knowing that if that applied, those three would beat anyone they wanted to a pulp.
- They won’t dare again! - Mihaelis hissed through gritted teeth.
Alkenon gave him an extra three.
- I’m sure they won’t, because next time it will be them! - He glared at the culprits, who were pale as death.
Alkenon could tell this boy was not afraid of him, probably used to the lash from the faint scars he had noticed on his ass. He immediately saw what he had in his hands, and knew he would enjoy training him. Later that evening when they were served the horrid gruel, Alkenon watched Mihaelis spoon it into his mouth wincing.
- Is something wrong with the food, boy? - He asked him, daring him to complain.
- It’s foul, but I’m hungry. - He answered and went on eating.
His comment raised some laughter, and even Alkenon smiled. Mihaelis was asleep the second his body hit his himation. He dreamt of his family, missing them so much, specially his sister and Vilania who slept with him in their arms. Alkenon’s loud shouting disturbed his dreams and he was rudely shaken awake followed by a hard kick on the ass when he pushed up on his hands and knees.
- Out everyone! - And they went outside stark naked to follow Alkenon’s orders, exercising for an hour. Alkenon had the whip ready for those who were slow or unefficient, giving it to those boys on the back, and Mihaelis got it a few times because he didn’t know the routine and had to watch first to do it right. Each time, he got it on the ass. Then Alkenon’s voice roared again.
- To the river! -
And the hot sweaty boys had to jump into the cold water of a stream that crossed the field. Mihaelis enjoyed the way the water cooled his hot body, and wondered why the other ones didn’t seem to like it. Then they got their chitons and had the same awful gruel for breakfast. Alkenon reminded them that if they wanted to eat anything else, they could go and steal it, but they should remember that if they got caught, it would mean twenty lashes. They were sent to do just that, and as he roamed over a winding road near a wooded area, Mihaelis saw this woman carrying a parcel. She made eye contact with him and winked at him. Then she placed the parcel on the ground and knelt by a stream pretending to wash her face leaving the parcel unattended. He rushed over and picked it up, opening it and finding it full of his favourite foods. He was quite surprised, and heard the woman’s muffled voice, saying softly: “Enjoy! I’ll be back tomorrow, so you can ‘steal’ my parcel. Your family loves you.” Mihaelis smiled and took off to the trees where he stuffed himself full, and hid what was left, which was a lot, digging a hole and covering it with stones. By the time he returned, he was asked what he had found and he said he had eaten three apples and a loaf of bread he had stolen from a peasant who was busy milking a goat. He had been taught not to lie, but he could understand this was expected of him so he played along. He ate the rest of the parcel in the afternoon and still had the gruel each time he had to, not to raise suspicions. His family sent him a parcel to “steal” everyday, familiar with the customs of the boys’ camp, with different persons in case he was followed. He was the most popular candidate for the whip because he hated to see other boys, specially older ones pick on the smaller ones and was ready to fight them off. He couldn’t help it and kept doing it, no matter how many times he was whipped for it. He was also whipped as an example to the others, because he could take it with hardly a grunt, in front of the whole camp, on a regular basis. It was done to him as an honour, because he was considered the best one to take the lashings. During the first month, on a prank, he returned riding a horse he had “stolen from a pen”, and it turned out to belong to one of the ilarchs. They only found out because a servant was looking all over for the animal that day and came to ask casually if any of the boys had seen it. Of course they denied it, and after Mihaelis was given a good many lashes for almost getting them in trouble, though he hadn’t been caught, he was sent on the horse to give it back to the owner, saying he had just found it. The man was impressed by the way the young boy handled easily the animal, that he invited him everyday to ride with him and went as far as riding back to the camp with him to ask Alkenon’s permission. Eucippides, being an ilarch, Alkenon couldn’t deny it, so Mihaelis spent at least a couple of hours riding, bathing and having a satisfying meal with the ilarch before he was taken back with a servant who led the horse the boy had been riding, back home. This friendship went on during the years Mihaelis spent at the camp; Eucippides having fallen for the boy from the moment he saw him riding his “lost” horse back, hoping to become his mentor. It was rather ironic; he was the youngest ilarch, shy of being thirty by four years, and son of Themidocles, who was a close friend of Karidis’ father. She had been the only woman he had looked upon with interest, everyone knowing his preference for boys, and now he was drooling after her son. When Mihaelis had been untimely taken away, Karidis went to talk to Eucippides, to ask for his help. He received her as the dear old friend that she was, and after giving him all the detailed information, he very sadly had to admit that there was no way to ascertain the boy’s real age. Since they had been accepted into their tight community, the best they could do was take it as a good omen and he would personally make sure the boy was alright and capable of bearing successfully his life in the boy’s camp. He assured her that the boy would never suffer hunger because he would take care of him without interfering with the training in any other way. Karidis told herselt that Mihaelis couldn’t have fallen in better hands. Before leaving, she begged him for another privilege: to allow them to see him, so finding out from Karidis the boy’s love for horses, he would place a horse in the boy’s path knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist it. Sure that everything would work out the way he had planned it, Eucippides told her that he would demand the boy’s help in riding his horses so they could see him there when he came over every day as long as it wasn’t in the open. He would send the boy into the house on an errand and there they would get in touch with him, so Mihaelis wasn’t totally separated from his family as the others were. The paidonomos was intrigued by two things: Mihaelis always smelled fresh and clean, because he was used to bathing with Eucippides before he went back to the camp. It was just water, so they wouldn’t suspect, and Alkenon couldn’t understand his lying in the stream everyday for a few minutes after the hard exercising. They had always considered bathing was weakening, but the boy was a chunk in spite of bathing everyday and getting lashed for it. He told the paidonomos he didn’t like the rancid smell of sweat mixed with the oil the boys rubbed on themselves and scraped off as a means of cleansing and the man had to admit that the boy smelled fresh using the oil after rinsing in the stream. The boy was clumsy so he always had another boy rub him and scrape him, as most of them did, and ironically the three bullies he had originally beaten were the ones who fought for the privilege. When winter came, he kept doing it, without catching his death like some boys who accidentally fell into the cold water, did. The other thing was that all the boys, in the cold weather, slept cocooned in their thin himations, hugging their knees to their chests. Mihaelis was the only one that kept sleeping on his doubled himation, stretched on his belly with his face on his arms, as if he didn’t feel the cold. The paidonomos had no way of knowing that the difference lay on the fact that he was well fed. The boy would not give away the ilarch so he insisted he stole food on the way back from him because Eucippides would not interfere with his training and they had to believe him. They had followed him a few times, but Mihaelis had easily detected them and did steal food so they could see without suspecting he knew of their presence. So they believed him and attributed the boy’s chunky body to simply being built that way, which was also true. So the severe physical training was just as strict to Mihaelis, but he had the advantage of being under the protection of the ilarch, being well fed and clean, unlike the others, made up for the unfair two years that had been robbed from his young life. The boy thrived and grew strong feeling confident to be able to see his family every day at least for a little while. Of course it was his secret and they wouldn’t get a word out of him if they whipped him to death. Eucippides knew the boy was regularly beaten because he could see the marks on his round ass and knew the paidomos also had it hot for him. He would watch him wince as he rode but he never complained, and Eucippides would lay him over his lap during the bath and rub him feeling his young muscles tighten with the pain but the tough boy made no sound. He would play with him and Mihaelis would let him do what he wanted to him, which would be just Eucippides’ finger, being so young yet. The ilarch saw his mother’s beauty in him, which was just perfect. Two years went by like this, training and being instructed in tactics of war, hearing about the Spartan courage, making him fight with the other boys, which earned him a reputation of being a tricky fighter because he was so agile that he was out of the way of each punch, and once he grabbed his opponent’s throat, nothing would make him let go, and the fight was over. He had no problems doing it even with older boys who after a couple of times dreaded having to fight with him. They couldn’t get hold of him because he was slick as a snake, and that was thanks to his father. Then the Spartans started having problems. The Athenians started defeating them and killing a lot of their soldiers, so their oracles, through their augurs and soothsayers were consulted and they demanded a sacrifice.
Alkenon climbed down and received the boy putting him down on the ground. Then he pointed to his left and said.
- Go to that barrack. - To his surprise, the boy nodded and walked obediently where he was told. He didn’t hesitate or tried to ask why. Alkenon walked behind him as the boy headed for the barrack very sure of himself. When he entered, he found it was full of boys about his size, most of them a little smaller and thinner, and perhaps two or three as tall as him but very slim. They were all sitting around and talking among themselves. They all fell silent as Alkenon came in behind him.
- This is Mihaelis. - He said and pointed to a space in the middle of the room to the right. - You will sleep there. -
Alkenon took a cloak from a stack by the wall and gave it to him with a small tunic, like he was wearing but of a nondescript colour.
- This is your himation, on which you will sleep, and change your chiton for this one. - He ordered.
Mihaelis tossed the himation on the space he had been assigned and pulled his blue chiton over his head to don the other one. Alkenon eyed the boy’s tight body appreciatively and stepped outside, staying there to see how things went. After a minute or so of hearing the children’s voices and then a couple of scuffles, he went back to the door to find the three boys who were as tall as the newcomer, sitting on the floor, one holding his eye and the other two their bleeding noses. Michaelis was lying face down on his himation which he had folded in two as if nothing had happened.
Ramthidides had always expected Mihaelis would have a hard time anywhere he was, because of the mixed races: in Athens, because of his Spartan mother, and in Sparta because of his Athenian father. Bearing this in mind, he had taught the boy a trick or two to defend himself, constantly pouncing on him unsuspecting so he would always be ready. He loved the boy dearly but that didn’t mean he didn’t discipline him with a spanking or lately a good lashing when it was more serious. His son certainly knew how to get himself in trouble and had to take it as a man. Karidis had always thought he was a little rough on the child, but now it had come quite handy.
Mihaelis seemed to be sleeping and the other boys were keeping their distance, not daring to face him, being smaller than him. If he had beaten the three bullies effortlessly, they all better stay away from him. Alkenon brought out his whip and raising the boy’s chiton from his ass, he brought it down hard. Mihaelis grunted, used to his father punishing him this way when he misbehaved, and then took the next five lashes biting his lip to keep quiet.
- Fighting is not allowed! - Alkenon shouted.
Mihaelis opened his eyes realizing where he was.
- They started it! - He answered back.
The whip cracked him three more lashes.
- I don’t care who started it, but there’s no fight if you don’t fight back. - Clearly knowing that if that applied, those three would beat anyone they wanted to a pulp.
- They won’t dare again! - Mihaelis hissed through gritted teeth.
Alkenon gave him an extra three.
- I’m sure they won’t, because next time it will be them! - He glared at the culprits, who were pale as death.
Alkenon could tell this boy was not afraid of him, probably used to the lash from the faint scars he had noticed on his ass. He immediately saw what he had in his hands, and knew he would enjoy training him. Later that evening when they were served the horrid gruel, Alkenon watched Mihaelis spoon it into his mouth wincing.
- Is something wrong with the food, boy? - He asked him, daring him to complain.
- It’s foul, but I’m hungry. - He answered and went on eating.
His comment raised some laughter, and even Alkenon smiled. Mihaelis was asleep the second his body hit his himation. He dreamt of his family, missing them so much, specially his sister and Vilania who slept with him in their arms. Alkenon’s loud shouting disturbed his dreams and he was rudely shaken awake followed by a hard kick on the ass when he pushed up on his hands and knees.
- Out everyone! - And they went outside stark naked to follow Alkenon’s orders, exercising for an hour. Alkenon had the whip ready for those who were slow or unefficient, giving it to those boys on the back, and Mihaelis got it a few times because he didn’t know the routine and had to watch first to do it right. Each time, he got it on the ass. Then Alkenon’s voice roared again.
- To the river! -
And the hot sweaty boys had to jump into the cold water of a stream that crossed the field. Mihaelis enjoyed the way the water cooled his hot body, and wondered why the other ones didn’t seem to like it. Then they got their chitons and had the same awful gruel for breakfast. Alkenon reminded them that if they wanted to eat anything else, they could go and steal it, but they should remember that if they got caught, it would mean twenty lashes. They were sent to do just that, and as he roamed over a winding road near a wooded area, Mihaelis saw this woman carrying a parcel. She made eye contact with him and winked at him. Then she placed the parcel on the ground and knelt by a stream pretending to wash her face leaving the parcel unattended. He rushed over and picked it up, opening it and finding it full of his favourite foods. He was quite surprised, and heard the woman’s muffled voice, saying softly: “Enjoy! I’ll be back tomorrow, so you can ‘steal’ my parcel. Your family loves you.” Mihaelis smiled and took off to the trees where he stuffed himself full, and hid what was left, which was a lot, digging a hole and covering it with stones. By the time he returned, he was asked what he had found and he said he had eaten three apples and a loaf of bread he had stolen from a peasant who was busy milking a goat. He had been taught not to lie, but he could understand this was expected of him so he played along. He ate the rest of the parcel in the afternoon and still had the gruel each time he had to, not to raise suspicions. His family sent him a parcel to “steal” everyday, familiar with the customs of the boys’ camp, with different persons in case he was followed. He was the most popular candidate for the whip because he hated to see other boys, specially older ones pick on the smaller ones and was ready to fight them off. He couldn’t help it and kept doing it, no matter how many times he was whipped for it. He was also whipped as an example to the others, because he could take it with hardly a grunt, in front of the whole camp, on a regular basis. It was done to him as an honour, because he was considered the best one to take the lashings. During the first month, on a prank, he returned riding a horse he had “stolen from a pen”, and it turned out to belong to one of the ilarchs. They only found out because a servant was looking all over for the animal that day and came to ask casually if any of the boys had seen it. Of course they denied it, and after Mihaelis was given a good many lashes for almost getting them in trouble, though he hadn’t been caught, he was sent on the horse to give it back to the owner, saying he had just found it. The man was impressed by the way the young boy handled easily the animal, that he invited him everyday to ride with him and went as far as riding back to the camp with him to ask Alkenon’s permission. Eucippides, being an ilarch, Alkenon couldn’t deny it, so Mihaelis spent at least a couple of hours riding, bathing and having a satisfying meal with the ilarch before he was taken back with a servant who led the horse the boy had been riding, back home. This friendship went on during the years Mihaelis spent at the camp; Eucippides having fallen for the boy from the moment he saw him riding his “lost” horse back, hoping to become his mentor. It was rather ironic; he was the youngest ilarch, shy of being thirty by four years, and son of Themidocles, who was a close friend of Karidis’ father. She had been the only woman he had looked upon with interest, everyone knowing his preference for boys, and now he was drooling after her son. When Mihaelis had been untimely taken away, Karidis went to talk to Eucippides, to ask for his help. He received her as the dear old friend that she was, and after giving him all the detailed information, he very sadly had to admit that there was no way to ascertain the boy’s real age. Since they had been accepted into their tight community, the best they could do was take it as a good omen and he would personally make sure the boy was alright and capable of bearing successfully his life in the boy’s camp. He assured her that the boy would never suffer hunger because he would take care of him without interfering with the training in any other way. Karidis told herselt that Mihaelis couldn’t have fallen in better hands. Before leaving, she begged him for another privilege: to allow them to see him, so finding out from Karidis the boy’s love for horses, he would place a horse in the boy’s path knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist it. Sure that everything would work out the way he had planned it, Eucippides told her that he would demand the boy’s help in riding his horses so they could see him there when he came over every day as long as it wasn’t in the open. He would send the boy into the house on an errand and there they would get in touch with him, so Mihaelis wasn’t totally separated from his family as the others were. The paidonomos was intrigued by two things: Mihaelis always smelled fresh and clean, because he was used to bathing with Eucippides before he went back to the camp. It was just water, so they wouldn’t suspect, and Alkenon couldn’t understand his lying in the stream everyday for a few minutes after the hard exercising. They had always considered bathing was weakening, but the boy was a chunk in spite of bathing everyday and getting lashed for it. He told the paidonomos he didn’t like the rancid smell of sweat mixed with the oil the boys rubbed on themselves and scraped off as a means of cleansing and the man had to admit that the boy smelled fresh using the oil after rinsing in the stream. The boy was clumsy so he always had another boy rub him and scrape him, as most of them did, and ironically the three bullies he had originally beaten were the ones who fought for the privilege. When winter came, he kept doing it, without catching his death like some boys who accidentally fell into the cold water, did. The other thing was that all the boys, in the cold weather, slept cocooned in their thin himations, hugging their knees to their chests. Mihaelis was the only one that kept sleeping on his doubled himation, stretched on his belly with his face on his arms, as if he didn’t feel the cold. The paidonomos had no way of knowing that the difference lay on the fact that he was well fed. The boy would not give away the ilarch so he insisted he stole food on the way back from him because Eucippides would not interfere with his training and they had to believe him. They had followed him a few times, but Mihaelis had easily detected them and did steal food so they could see without suspecting he knew of their presence. So they believed him and attributed the boy’s chunky body to simply being built that way, which was also true. So the severe physical training was just as strict to Mihaelis, but he had the advantage of being under the protection of the ilarch, being well fed and clean, unlike the others, made up for the unfair two years that had been robbed from his young life. The boy thrived and grew strong feeling confident to be able to see his family every day at least for a little while. Of course it was his secret and they wouldn’t get a word out of him if they whipped him to death. Eucippides knew the boy was regularly beaten because he could see the marks on his round ass and knew the paidomos also had it hot for him. He would watch him wince as he rode but he never complained, and Eucippides would lay him over his lap during the bath and rub him feeling his young muscles tighten with the pain but the tough boy made no sound. He would play with him and Mihaelis would let him do what he wanted to him, which would be just Eucippides’ finger, being so young yet. The ilarch saw his mother’s beauty in him, which was just perfect. Two years went by like this, training and being instructed in tactics of war, hearing about the Spartan courage, making him fight with the other boys, which earned him a reputation of being a tricky fighter because he was so agile that he was out of the way of each punch, and once he grabbed his opponent’s throat, nothing would make him let go, and the fight was over. He had no problems doing it even with older boys who after a couple of times dreaded having to fight with him. They couldn’t get hold of him because he was slick as a snake, and that was thanks to his father. Then the Spartans started having problems. The Athenians started defeating them and killing a lot of their soldiers, so their oracles, through their augurs and soothsayers were consulted and they demanded a sacrifice.
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Another apology, unfortunately my mother, and Ñusta's godmother has not been very well lately and a critical decision has to be made soon, so we haven't been 100% operative. The paragraph on Spartans considering bathing a weakening thing should have only been only in chapter 265 and was accidentally repeated on chapter 266, my mistake. So sorry.
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Chapter 267
Eucippides understood Maximenes difficult position. He could clearly see the older boy’s frustrated feelings for his younger cousin, specially since both his mother and aunt, though they accepted pederasty as part of their culture, it didn’t mean they agreed with it. Mihaelis’ grandmother just frowned, without expressing her opinion on the matter.
They knew Eucippides liked boys, and that eventually he would become Mihaelis’ mentor and lover, and they had to admit he was better than anyone else. At least, Aristheia would have no problems of that kind with her Maximenes, except apparently the other way round. She had already seen the way her son looked at her nephew, and though she wasn’t sure if Karidis had noticed, she certainly had, and she was almost sure Parthenos had too. Mihaelis would end up driving them all out of their minds! A beautiful boy was big trouble in Sparta, and if they had stayed in Athens it would have probably been the same thing. Now the boy had been chosen as the pharmakos to be impaled by the god Priapus’ massive phallus, and if he didn’t survive it, perhaps it would be the best thing that could happen to him. But then that would mean Sparta falling at the Athenians’ feet! Maybe it was about time for this long war to end no matter how!
Eucippides was staring at Aristheia’s expression, knowing she was totally lost in her thoughts, and almost guessing what it was about from the way her eyes were glued to the sleeping boy’s ass under her gaze. She blinked and looked around to find out that hers was one of five pairs of female eyes going for the same target. She noticed her son’s eyes were doing it too, but Eucippides was actually concentrating on her. The heat on her cheeks told her she was blushing, embarrassed at being caught and sensing her thoughts seemed to have been efficiently read by the ilarch who was being so kind to them, making her feel even worse.
Eucippided smiled at her, and she smiled back weakly, lowering her eyes when she saw him get up and head for them.
- I’m sorry, but I must take him back to Heitias before the priestesses arrive at the camp to take him back to the temple. - He said respectfully to the group of women. - We need to wake him up. -
The two girls who were flanking the three older women jumped up and crouched at the boy’s face, covering it with kisses and playing with his hair. Soon they had him opening his eyes and smiling at them, returning their kisses. He stretched out lazily and cat-like, and when his eyes seeked Eucippides’, the ilarch felt his knees giving. Mihaelis got up slowly and walked to Eucippides, who received the boy in his arms and hoisted him over his shoulder, meaning to land him some playful spanks. He managed only one, to see all eyes on him as the boy laughed and squirmed, so he put him back down and told him they had to go. Mihaelis went to kiss his family and when he came to the last one, Maximenes, they were lost in a close hug, their lips meeting for a fleeting second. Then he went back to the ilarch and the slave was already waiting for them with the reins in his hands. The ilarch gave Mihaelis a leg up and the slave did the same for him. By the time they arrived at the camp, Heitias came running to them looking very anxious. Eucippides dismounted before Mihaelis and received the boy in his arms, with the child’s butt glued to his front as he eased him to the ground. The ilarch wasn’t a tall man, and he could easily see the boy would be much taller than him when he reached his full height. The paidonomos’ eyes narrowed with jealousy, but there was nothing he could do to get the boy away from the ilarch. By then the priestesses were arriving in their cart to take the boy away with them. Mihaelis shared a wistful look with his protector and that was all they were allowed in the presence of the priestesses. The boy climbed effortlessly onto the cart and stretched out over the women’s laps as he had done with the females of his family. Eucippides went back home, hoping for the night to pass as quickly as possible to have the boy back in his arms. Heitias sighed and returned to his ila, to make sure the boys under his care were behaving as he expected them to.
At the temple, Mihaelis was again taken to the soft bed in the middle of the room and was soon asleep with all the priestesses caressing him. When he woke up with their lips all over him, some tickling him in the most unexpected places which were the ones that caused his eyes to open, he realized that it was already dark. Then the hands all over his back moved away, allowing him to get up. He was escorted to the same room they had been in, the day before, and the table was full of food. He ate all he wanted and then they were back in the sleeping room. Alkestis, the high priestess, lay in the middle on her back and reached her arms out for Mihaelis. The boy lay over her, his face pillowed in her ample bossom, one arm lay on the bed, parallel to their bodies and his other hand lay on the priestess’ milky white breast. The boy made himself comfortable snuggling into the woman’s body, spreading his thighs and innocently exposing himself to all of them lying around the huge bed. As he fell asleep just like the night before, Mihaelis felt all the priestesses’ hands roaming his body. Being virgins, they seemed fascinated to have a naked male with them, their forbidden fruit, even one so young. Alkestis’ hands glided down Mihaelis’ back, over his rounded ass to his equally round thighs, firm and strong not only from the training, but mostly from the riding. As they started climbing back up, her long fingernails gently scratched the velvety insides until they reached his body, and the fingers of one of her hands slid up the warmth between his buttocks, followed immediately by her other hand. All the priestesses touched him in the same way, one after the other as his breathing became soft and stable with slumber. As the women touched that part of his perfect body into which the god would perpetrate the sacrifice, they knew such a tender child would not be able to survive the onslaught of the powerful god’s sexual weapon. And it was mandatory that he had to, or the fate that would befall the Spartans would be worse than death itself. They were facing a very serious problem, they themselves had been virgins sacrificed to Priapus, to then become his priestesses, keeping their true virginity in the sense that apart from the god, no man had ever touched them. These sacrifices were only done under very desperate situations, or the temple would be full of priestesses and they were just nine altogether. Of course, no girl would have survived the sacrifice either, so the priestesses had their secret, which according to the legend, passed along by them to the new acquisition, the original victim had been prepared during the week before the sacrifice, by making other private sacrifices known only to them and sworn to secrecy, or the omen would be disastrous. The only priestesses at that time had been two old crones who swore the god came to them regularly and were in dire need for replacements, so the god spoke through the oracle as an emergency arose, and demanded the sacrifice of two young virgins so the old priestesses would have time to train them into his secrets. The god was not particularly cruel, just lustful, being so well endowed, and originally, his deformity had been thought responsible of the fact that donkeys had been sacrificed to him, so as soon as he got his chance, he demanded what he really wanted. After some years of active sacrifices, during which Sparta was submitting their surrounding neighbours and becoming the force that could hold back Athens, the god had been quite active to assure them victory in each battle. Then, Priapus had been dormant while Sparta confidently kept the Athenian threat away from them, having the most famous warriors of all times. There were battles of course, though quite far from their doorstep and the diplomats were doing a good job with little need of weapons and sparing many lives. Their neighbouring allies, who considered themselves Spartans, and very proud of it, were in constant training and ready to take arms to defend their adopted citizenship. And now when danger was again threatening their way of life, the god had awakened asking for the sacrifice of a boy! The first thing on Spartan minds, when they found out, was that maybe the god had decided to have a taste of pederacy, to see what humans saw in it, and since the elected victim was known to have Athenian blood in him too, their initial surprise just turned to acceptance and understanding: the god knew what he was doing.
It was in the priestesses’ hands to make sure the sacrifice was propitious, but it was easy when it was a girl, to keep the secret, because she would become a priestess, and would have none or very little contact with the outside world. But a boy? A future warrior? Could they trust him with such a secret? Because if they didn’t, he would surely die and that would be the end of Sparta, forced into submission by Athens. Alkestis had gone to sleep that first night with the boy in her arms, begging the god to inspire her on what to do. The following morning, the priestesses had noticed a smug smile on her face and after they left the boy at the training camp, they went straight to the oracle where she and the pythoness, through which the god Priapus had lately chosen to speak, descended into the deepest chamber of the cavern to call upon the god itself. Almost two hours later, the two priestesses who were waiting at the cart, saw her coming out, looking dazed, her eyes blinking at the light and slowly coming back into focus. She nodded and finally smiled, putting them at ease. They made a stop at the iatreia, the clinic; Alkestis spent some time with Pheigias, the famed iatros Eucippides had once mentioned. She returned with a parcel that she hid under her peplos, again reassuring them with a smile. Once back at the temple, the sleeping chamber was flooded with sundry statues of the god, varying in sizes to ensure the survival of the victim. Then Alkestis told Anthinias, the priestess in charge of the cooking, to prepare the herbs the iatros had given her and lace the boy’s food with the extract. Pheigias’ daughter, Mareki, was a priestess too, and Alkestis’ best friend from childhood. He was the most indicated to keep the god’s secrets, for his own daughter’s safety. He informed the combination of herbs he had prepared for the special occasion varied to the one given to the usual victims for the public ritual; this one would not dull the pain completely and keep doing it while it was consumed in the water the victim was given during the sacrifice. It would be an insult to a Spartan future warrior to be deprived of the pain he was trained to endure. It did contain, though, the potent aphrodisiac so the people could see the power of the god’s presence as he invaded his chosen’s body. He had not included either the herbs that controlled the bleeding as the ones he usually used, interacted with the female’s menstrual cycle as in hemorrhage in childbirth, and in spontaneous abortion, being compatible with their hormones. He had no way of knowing how they would respond in a male, so he wasn’t risking it. Unfortunately, in the boy’s case, the red hot cauter would be the only effective way. The other smaller vials, numbered in the correct order, going from milder to stronger according to the conditioning, would keep the boy in a light slumber, unable to totally wake up, but aware and feeling what was going on, with the usual touch of a mild aphrodisiac. So today, Mihealis had been given the first dose in his food, and the boy fell asleep unaware of what would happen.
Eucippides understood Maximenes difficult position. He could clearly see the older boy’s frustrated feelings for his younger cousin, specially since both his mother and aunt, though they accepted pederasty as part of their culture, it didn’t mean they agreed with it. Mihaelis’ grandmother just frowned, without expressing her opinion on the matter.
They knew Eucippides liked boys, and that eventually he would become Mihaelis’ mentor and lover, and they had to admit he was better than anyone else. At least, Aristheia would have no problems of that kind with her Maximenes, except apparently the other way round. She had already seen the way her son looked at her nephew, and though she wasn’t sure if Karidis had noticed, she certainly had, and she was almost sure Parthenos had too. Mihaelis would end up driving them all out of their minds! A beautiful boy was big trouble in Sparta, and if they had stayed in Athens it would have probably been the same thing. Now the boy had been chosen as the pharmakos to be impaled by the god Priapus’ massive phallus, and if he didn’t survive it, perhaps it would be the best thing that could happen to him. But then that would mean Sparta falling at the Athenians’ feet! Maybe it was about time for this long war to end no matter how!
Eucippides was staring at Aristheia’s expression, knowing she was totally lost in her thoughts, and almost guessing what it was about from the way her eyes were glued to the sleeping boy’s ass under her gaze. She blinked and looked around to find out that hers was one of five pairs of female eyes going for the same target. She noticed her son’s eyes were doing it too, but Eucippides was actually concentrating on her. The heat on her cheeks told her she was blushing, embarrassed at being caught and sensing her thoughts seemed to have been efficiently read by the ilarch who was being so kind to them, making her feel even worse.
Eucippided smiled at her, and she smiled back weakly, lowering her eyes when she saw him get up and head for them.
- I’m sorry, but I must take him back to Heitias before the priestesses arrive at the camp to take him back to the temple. - He said respectfully to the group of women. - We need to wake him up. -
The two girls who were flanking the three older women jumped up and crouched at the boy’s face, covering it with kisses and playing with his hair. Soon they had him opening his eyes and smiling at them, returning their kisses. He stretched out lazily and cat-like, and when his eyes seeked Eucippides’, the ilarch felt his knees giving. Mihaelis got up slowly and walked to Eucippides, who received the boy in his arms and hoisted him over his shoulder, meaning to land him some playful spanks. He managed only one, to see all eyes on him as the boy laughed and squirmed, so he put him back down and told him they had to go. Mihaelis went to kiss his family and when he came to the last one, Maximenes, they were lost in a close hug, their lips meeting for a fleeting second. Then he went back to the ilarch and the slave was already waiting for them with the reins in his hands. The ilarch gave Mihaelis a leg up and the slave did the same for him. By the time they arrived at the camp, Heitias came running to them looking very anxious. Eucippides dismounted before Mihaelis and received the boy in his arms, with the child’s butt glued to his front as he eased him to the ground. The ilarch wasn’t a tall man, and he could easily see the boy would be much taller than him when he reached his full height. The paidonomos’ eyes narrowed with jealousy, but there was nothing he could do to get the boy away from the ilarch. By then the priestesses were arriving in their cart to take the boy away with them. Mihaelis shared a wistful look with his protector and that was all they were allowed in the presence of the priestesses. The boy climbed effortlessly onto the cart and stretched out over the women’s laps as he had done with the females of his family. Eucippides went back home, hoping for the night to pass as quickly as possible to have the boy back in his arms. Heitias sighed and returned to his ila, to make sure the boys under his care were behaving as he expected them to.
At the temple, Mihaelis was again taken to the soft bed in the middle of the room and was soon asleep with all the priestesses caressing him. When he woke up with their lips all over him, some tickling him in the most unexpected places which were the ones that caused his eyes to open, he realized that it was already dark. Then the hands all over his back moved away, allowing him to get up. He was escorted to the same room they had been in, the day before, and the table was full of food. He ate all he wanted and then they were back in the sleeping room. Alkestis, the high priestess, lay in the middle on her back and reached her arms out for Mihaelis. The boy lay over her, his face pillowed in her ample bossom, one arm lay on the bed, parallel to their bodies and his other hand lay on the priestess’ milky white breast. The boy made himself comfortable snuggling into the woman’s body, spreading his thighs and innocently exposing himself to all of them lying around the huge bed. As he fell asleep just like the night before, Mihaelis felt all the priestesses’ hands roaming his body. Being virgins, they seemed fascinated to have a naked male with them, their forbidden fruit, even one so young. Alkestis’ hands glided down Mihaelis’ back, over his rounded ass to his equally round thighs, firm and strong not only from the training, but mostly from the riding. As they started climbing back up, her long fingernails gently scratched the velvety insides until they reached his body, and the fingers of one of her hands slid up the warmth between his buttocks, followed immediately by her other hand. All the priestesses touched him in the same way, one after the other as his breathing became soft and stable with slumber. As the women touched that part of his perfect body into which the god would perpetrate the sacrifice, they knew such a tender child would not be able to survive the onslaught of the powerful god’s sexual weapon. And it was mandatory that he had to, or the fate that would befall the Spartans would be worse than death itself. They were facing a very serious problem, they themselves had been virgins sacrificed to Priapus, to then become his priestesses, keeping their true virginity in the sense that apart from the god, no man had ever touched them. These sacrifices were only done under very desperate situations, or the temple would be full of priestesses and they were just nine altogether. Of course, no girl would have survived the sacrifice either, so the priestesses had their secret, which according to the legend, passed along by them to the new acquisition, the original victim had been prepared during the week before the sacrifice, by making other private sacrifices known only to them and sworn to secrecy, or the omen would be disastrous. The only priestesses at that time had been two old crones who swore the god came to them regularly and were in dire need for replacements, so the god spoke through the oracle as an emergency arose, and demanded the sacrifice of two young virgins so the old priestesses would have time to train them into his secrets. The god was not particularly cruel, just lustful, being so well endowed, and originally, his deformity had been thought responsible of the fact that donkeys had been sacrificed to him, so as soon as he got his chance, he demanded what he really wanted. After some years of active sacrifices, during which Sparta was submitting their surrounding neighbours and becoming the force that could hold back Athens, the god had been quite active to assure them victory in each battle. Then, Priapus had been dormant while Sparta confidently kept the Athenian threat away from them, having the most famous warriors of all times. There were battles of course, though quite far from their doorstep and the diplomats were doing a good job with little need of weapons and sparing many lives. Their neighbouring allies, who considered themselves Spartans, and very proud of it, were in constant training and ready to take arms to defend their adopted citizenship. And now when danger was again threatening their way of life, the god had awakened asking for the sacrifice of a boy! The first thing on Spartan minds, when they found out, was that maybe the god had decided to have a taste of pederacy, to see what humans saw in it, and since the elected victim was known to have Athenian blood in him too, their initial surprise just turned to acceptance and understanding: the god knew what he was doing.
It was in the priestesses’ hands to make sure the sacrifice was propitious, but it was easy when it was a girl, to keep the secret, because she would become a priestess, and would have none or very little contact with the outside world. But a boy? A future warrior? Could they trust him with such a secret? Because if they didn’t, he would surely die and that would be the end of Sparta, forced into submission by Athens. Alkestis had gone to sleep that first night with the boy in her arms, begging the god to inspire her on what to do. The following morning, the priestesses had noticed a smug smile on her face and after they left the boy at the training camp, they went straight to the oracle where she and the pythoness, through which the god Priapus had lately chosen to speak, descended into the deepest chamber of the cavern to call upon the god itself. Almost two hours later, the two priestesses who were waiting at the cart, saw her coming out, looking dazed, her eyes blinking at the light and slowly coming back into focus. She nodded and finally smiled, putting them at ease. They made a stop at the iatreia, the clinic; Alkestis spent some time with Pheigias, the famed iatros Eucippides had once mentioned. She returned with a parcel that she hid under her peplos, again reassuring them with a smile. Once back at the temple, the sleeping chamber was flooded with sundry statues of the god, varying in sizes to ensure the survival of the victim. Then Alkestis told Anthinias, the priestess in charge of the cooking, to prepare the herbs the iatros had given her and lace the boy’s food with the extract. Pheigias’ daughter, Mareki, was a priestess too, and Alkestis’ best friend from childhood. He was the most indicated to keep the god’s secrets, for his own daughter’s safety. He informed the combination of herbs he had prepared for the special occasion varied to the one given to the usual victims for the public ritual; this one would not dull the pain completely and keep doing it while it was consumed in the water the victim was given during the sacrifice. It would be an insult to a Spartan future warrior to be deprived of the pain he was trained to endure. It did contain, though, the potent aphrodisiac so the people could see the power of the god’s presence as he invaded his chosen’s body. He had not included either the herbs that controlled the bleeding as the ones he usually used, interacted with the female’s menstrual cycle as in hemorrhage in childbirth, and in spontaneous abortion, being compatible with their hormones. He had no way of knowing how they would respond in a male, so he wasn’t risking it. Unfortunately, in the boy’s case, the red hot cauter would be the only effective way. The other smaller vials, numbered in the correct order, going from milder to stronger according to the conditioning, would keep the boy in a light slumber, unable to totally wake up, but aware and feeling what was going on, with the usual touch of a mild aphrodisiac. So today, Mihealis had been given the first dose in his food, and the boy fell asleep unaware of what would happen.
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Chapter 268
The strategos Cliobos was surprised to see none other that the ilarch Eucippides, asking for Maximenes, what could he possibly want with the weird boy? Then he remembered he was Mihaelis’ cousin, so it had to be about the other boy, of course. Cliobos excused Maximenes and let him leave with Eucippides. Aristheias’ small cart with her helot slave was waiting for Maximenes and he chose his own transport instead of riding with Eucippides who was glad of the choice too. He didn’t like the way bones felt through the skin of thin boys. Once at the ilarch’s home, they went to the back garden, and Eucippides informed Maximenes of the reason for his presence.
- Knowing your interest in education, I want to share with you what I have found out on the god Priapus. He was the son of Dionysus and Aphrodite, but Hera, disliking the goddess of beauty, had the child born ugly and deformed. Disappointed, his mother gave him to be raised by shepherds, making gardens, vineyards and meadows his favourite places. He fell in love with Lotis, who would have none of him, but he waited until she dozed under a tree to sit by her. A donkey brayed, waking her up and she fled in fright, making everyone laugh at him. The donkey’s throat was cut in punishment, and Lotis, to avoid him, was changed into a Lotus tree. - Eucippides nodded.
- It doesn’t help Mihaelis’ much, I don’t want him to die…- Maximenes’ eyes filled with tears.
- Neither do I, I even went to speak to Pheigias, the army’s iatros, but he just winked and told me not to worry, that he would be there to make sure the sacrifice was in our favour. I suspect he knows more than he let me know, but since his daughter is a priestess, he’s sworn to secrecy. Still I trust him. -
Eucippides shook his head and told Maximenes he was going to get Mihaelis, so he could either come with him or wait there.
Maximenes stuck to his cart and they went to get Mihaelis on it, Eucippides’ horse tied behind it. Maximenes noticed his cousin wince when the ilarch eased him on the horse before climbing behind him with the slave’s help, but then he seemed to enjoy the man’s body behind him. They went to the bath and Maximenes preferred to keep his chiton on, embarrassed of his nakedness in front of the other two. Mihaelis straddled the ilarch’s lap as usual and Maximenes sat beside them, with his hand on the young boy’s thigh, watching the older man’s hands sliding up and down his cousin’s back to end up cupping his ass. He couldn’t help feeling jealous and wished he could dare do the same thing too, remembering how he had touched him, in their children’s games, before he was brought to the camp. The man’s fingers strayed further in their explorations and he felt the boy tense and gasp softly.
- Are you alright? - Eucippides asked, thinking Heitias had defied the god’s wrath and dared penetrate the boy before the sacrifice.
Mihaelis sighed and pushed away from Eucippides’ hairy chest, locking eyes with him, then with Maximenes and back to the ilarch. He bit his lip, not sure of how to start.
- Last night, the god came to me in my dreams…- He saw how the ilarch and Maximenes’ facial expressions changed to one of complete attention. - He wasn’t so…big. Thicker than…Kalos’ finger, though, and much longer…-
He decided not to involve Heitias, because he was his current paidonomos and would be still for many months…if he survived the sacrifice, so he wasn’t risking it.
- Are yu sure Heitias hasn’t…- Eucippides began.
- No, Alkenon told me to let him know if anyone tried anything during this week though he thought it unlikely because they were terrified of the god’s revenge. It es said he would punish males by leaving them useless for life. I’m not sure what he meant. - Mihaelis frowned and the ilarch broke out laughing.
- You’ll find out in due time. So no one has…-
- Only the priestesses, but I guess that’s alright, isn’t it? - Mihaelis whispered.
- What…did they do to you? - Maximenes was faster than the ilarch.
- They put their fingers into me, but they were very wet, it hurt some, but it didn’t feel so bad, or wrong. - Mihaelis confessed.
- All of them? - Maximenes mouth stayed open as the boy nodded.
- You were awake? They knew you were? - Maximenes’ mouth wouldn’t close.
- Yes, they kept asking me what I felt and if I liked it. Then two went in together and they said I was ready. I didn’t know what they meant and why they were doing it, but then they started rubbing me and I fell asleep. That’s when the god came, so I knew they had just wanted to make sure I could take him. -
- Did it…hurt? - Maximenes asked grimacing.
- It wasn’t that bad, I can take much worse. - Mihaelis nodded wincing.
- It will get worse…- Eucippides said, barely audible.
- I know. - Mihaelis confirmed and Maximenes shuddered.
- Let me see…-
Eucippides held the boy up to his feet and turned him around, pushing him over the other side of the pool. He knelt behind him and gently spread his thighs. Maximenes rushed beside him, and they saw the small opening was a little swollen and somewhat red. Very carefully, the ilarch placed his fingertip over it, feeling it contract as the boy gasped softly and tightened.
- I have a salve that the iatros gave me when I burned my hands with a rope. - He got out of the pool and went to get it from a nook in the wall by the door.
Maximenes did what Eucippides had done and felt Mihaelis was very hot there and hurting. No wonder he had seen him wince when he sat the horse.
The ilarch brought a clean piece of linen and dried the affected area, to spread the clear greasy salve on it. With utmost care, he pushed a little inside him, knowing he was committing an impiety on the god’s territory, where only his priestesses were allowed apart from him. The salve had an icy edge to it that eased at least some of the pain.
- They did the same to me after he finished, and today before they took me to the camp. The stream must have washed it away. - Mihaelis told them.
- That’s why you’re out of the water right away! - Eucippides chuckled and pushed him out of the pool.
Then he stepped out and took one of the folded linens to wrap the boy with it and dry him. Then they went out to have lunch with the boys’ family who were already waiting for them.
The rest of the week went by, with the only difference of the god “coming to Mihaelis’ dreams” each time larger, according to the statue they were using. Mostly it was just the phallus, which was the symbol of the god, because handling a statue was impossible, being too heavy for the women. The boy was now in constant pain in spite of the salves, and the last phallus used before the sacrifice was still not even near the size of the one that would be used in the actual ritual. The statue of the god was lifesize, with a disproportionate male organ, standing out straight and erect. Normally, the victim would lie on her back on a wooden slab which was carried by the priestesses, four on each side with Alkestis at her head, giving her the medicated water everytime she considered it necessary not to break the cycle. The girl’s legs would be spread and flexed, and would easily straddle the god’s hips as it stood on its pedestal matching the height of the victim’s supine body. But this time it wasn’t a girl, it was a warrior in training so things had to be just as different. The boy would lie on a Spartan shield, in a prone position, and the priestesses would have to walk ascending on a wedge, so the victim’s hips would be tilted upwards for the kind of penetration required in a male lying face down. And also two males would be required to lead the procession walking backwards holding the boy’s spread legs against their bodies with their feet on the firm ground, on either side of the wooden wedge. It gave them the advantage of seeing the progress of the sacrifice, which the women might not be able to bear. Alkenon, as the boy’s first paidonomos, had asked for the honour, and Heitias insisted on being the second one, but the ilarch’s claim was stronger, and the other paidonomos was degraded to the status of a common spectator. He was furious, and contended his right over Alkenon, being the boy’s current paidonomos, but Alkestis was adamant and her choice would not be changed. The last day, the boy had to stay at the temple and fast, having only water and fruit juices, which would not debilitate him, well fed as he was, but cleanse and purify his body from the inside. He would rest and sleep all he wanted, the iatros came and used an instrument, a primitive syringe, to fill the boy with the salve, softened with olive oil, instructing Alkestis on how to do it several times during the day and the night. Nothing else would touch the boy there until the sacrifice next day. No one was allowed in the temple either, and Alkestis stayed by him all the time. Her hands caressed the boy’s back and she was touched to see him enjoy her ministrations. She knew the boy was tough, he had already proven so, but still she was worried about him, knowing his pain would not be mitigated as it had been with the girls. She was perplexed by his lack of fear and his relaxed disposition. She too had noticed the faint scars on his ass, and knew the boy was familiar to pain, and had been taught to embrace and welcome it. The boy’s virginity was intact, but then he was just seven, boys were usually left alone in that area until they became twelve or thirteen, but this one was special, too pretty for his own good, and the way he had taken their fingers and even pushed his hips back to help and receive them, meant the paidonomoi had been having their fun that way too. Knowing how close the males were, she also knew it would be impossible to get him to identify who were the perpetrators. So she just let it be, treasuring the fact that she had been lucky enough to enjoy his young body just as the males had so far.
The strategos Cliobos was surprised to see none other that the ilarch Eucippides, asking for Maximenes, what could he possibly want with the weird boy? Then he remembered he was Mihaelis’ cousin, so it had to be about the other boy, of course. Cliobos excused Maximenes and let him leave with Eucippides. Aristheias’ small cart with her helot slave was waiting for Maximenes and he chose his own transport instead of riding with Eucippides who was glad of the choice too. He didn’t like the way bones felt through the skin of thin boys. Once at the ilarch’s home, they went to the back garden, and Eucippides informed Maximenes of the reason for his presence.
- Knowing your interest in education, I want to share with you what I have found out on the god Priapus. He was the son of Dionysus and Aphrodite, but Hera, disliking the goddess of beauty, had the child born ugly and deformed. Disappointed, his mother gave him to be raised by shepherds, making gardens, vineyards and meadows his favourite places. He fell in love with Lotis, who would have none of him, but he waited until she dozed under a tree to sit by her. A donkey brayed, waking her up and she fled in fright, making everyone laugh at him. The donkey’s throat was cut in punishment, and Lotis, to avoid him, was changed into a Lotus tree. - Eucippides nodded.
- It doesn’t help Mihaelis’ much, I don’t want him to die…- Maximenes’ eyes filled with tears.
- Neither do I, I even went to speak to Pheigias, the army’s iatros, but he just winked and told me not to worry, that he would be there to make sure the sacrifice was in our favour. I suspect he knows more than he let me know, but since his daughter is a priestess, he’s sworn to secrecy. Still I trust him. -
Eucippides shook his head and told Maximenes he was going to get Mihaelis, so he could either come with him or wait there.
Maximenes stuck to his cart and they went to get Mihaelis on it, Eucippides’ horse tied behind it. Maximenes noticed his cousin wince when the ilarch eased him on the horse before climbing behind him with the slave’s help, but then he seemed to enjoy the man’s body behind him. They went to the bath and Maximenes preferred to keep his chiton on, embarrassed of his nakedness in front of the other two. Mihaelis straddled the ilarch’s lap as usual and Maximenes sat beside them, with his hand on the young boy’s thigh, watching the older man’s hands sliding up and down his cousin’s back to end up cupping his ass. He couldn’t help feeling jealous and wished he could dare do the same thing too, remembering how he had touched him, in their children’s games, before he was brought to the camp. The man’s fingers strayed further in their explorations and he felt the boy tense and gasp softly.
- Are you alright? - Eucippides asked, thinking Heitias had defied the god’s wrath and dared penetrate the boy before the sacrifice.
Mihaelis sighed and pushed away from Eucippides’ hairy chest, locking eyes with him, then with Maximenes and back to the ilarch. He bit his lip, not sure of how to start.
- Last night, the god came to me in my dreams…- He saw how the ilarch and Maximenes’ facial expressions changed to one of complete attention. - He wasn’t so…big. Thicker than…Kalos’ finger, though, and much longer…-
He decided not to involve Heitias, because he was his current paidonomos and would be still for many months…if he survived the sacrifice, so he wasn’t risking it.
- Are yu sure Heitias hasn’t…- Eucippides began.
- No, Alkenon told me to let him know if anyone tried anything during this week though he thought it unlikely because they were terrified of the god’s revenge. It es said he would punish males by leaving them useless for life. I’m not sure what he meant. - Mihaelis frowned and the ilarch broke out laughing.
- You’ll find out in due time. So no one has…-
- Only the priestesses, but I guess that’s alright, isn’t it? - Mihaelis whispered.
- What…did they do to you? - Maximenes was faster than the ilarch.
- They put their fingers into me, but they were very wet, it hurt some, but it didn’t feel so bad, or wrong. - Mihaelis confessed.
- All of them? - Maximenes mouth stayed open as the boy nodded.
- You were awake? They knew you were? - Maximenes’ mouth wouldn’t close.
- Yes, they kept asking me what I felt and if I liked it. Then two went in together and they said I was ready. I didn’t know what they meant and why they were doing it, but then they started rubbing me and I fell asleep. That’s when the god came, so I knew they had just wanted to make sure I could take him. -
- Did it…hurt? - Maximenes asked grimacing.
- It wasn’t that bad, I can take much worse. - Mihaelis nodded wincing.
- It will get worse…- Eucippides said, barely audible.
- I know. - Mihaelis confirmed and Maximenes shuddered.
- Let me see…-
Eucippides held the boy up to his feet and turned him around, pushing him over the other side of the pool. He knelt behind him and gently spread his thighs. Maximenes rushed beside him, and they saw the small opening was a little swollen and somewhat red. Very carefully, the ilarch placed his fingertip over it, feeling it contract as the boy gasped softly and tightened.
- I have a salve that the iatros gave me when I burned my hands with a rope. - He got out of the pool and went to get it from a nook in the wall by the door.
Maximenes did what Eucippides had done and felt Mihaelis was very hot there and hurting. No wonder he had seen him wince when he sat the horse.
The ilarch brought a clean piece of linen and dried the affected area, to spread the clear greasy salve on it. With utmost care, he pushed a little inside him, knowing he was committing an impiety on the god’s territory, where only his priestesses were allowed apart from him. The salve had an icy edge to it that eased at least some of the pain.
- They did the same to me after he finished, and today before they took me to the camp. The stream must have washed it away. - Mihaelis told them.
- That’s why you’re out of the water right away! - Eucippides chuckled and pushed him out of the pool.
Then he stepped out and took one of the folded linens to wrap the boy with it and dry him. Then they went out to have lunch with the boys’ family who were already waiting for them.
The rest of the week went by, with the only difference of the god “coming to Mihaelis’ dreams” each time larger, according to the statue they were using. Mostly it was just the phallus, which was the symbol of the god, because handling a statue was impossible, being too heavy for the women. The boy was now in constant pain in spite of the salves, and the last phallus used before the sacrifice was still not even near the size of the one that would be used in the actual ritual. The statue of the god was lifesize, with a disproportionate male organ, standing out straight and erect. Normally, the victim would lie on her back on a wooden slab which was carried by the priestesses, four on each side with Alkestis at her head, giving her the medicated water everytime she considered it necessary not to break the cycle. The girl’s legs would be spread and flexed, and would easily straddle the god’s hips as it stood on its pedestal matching the height of the victim’s supine body. But this time it wasn’t a girl, it was a warrior in training so things had to be just as different. The boy would lie on a Spartan shield, in a prone position, and the priestesses would have to walk ascending on a wedge, so the victim’s hips would be tilted upwards for the kind of penetration required in a male lying face down. And also two males would be required to lead the procession walking backwards holding the boy’s spread legs against their bodies with their feet on the firm ground, on either side of the wooden wedge. It gave them the advantage of seeing the progress of the sacrifice, which the women might not be able to bear. Alkenon, as the boy’s first paidonomos, had asked for the honour, and Heitias insisted on being the second one, but the ilarch’s claim was stronger, and the other paidonomos was degraded to the status of a common spectator. He was furious, and contended his right over Alkenon, being the boy’s current paidonomos, but Alkestis was adamant and her choice would not be changed. The last day, the boy had to stay at the temple and fast, having only water and fruit juices, which would not debilitate him, well fed as he was, but cleanse and purify his body from the inside. He would rest and sleep all he wanted, the iatros came and used an instrument, a primitive syringe, to fill the boy with the salve, softened with olive oil, instructing Alkestis on how to do it several times during the day and the night. Nothing else would touch the boy there until the sacrifice next day. No one was allowed in the temple either, and Alkestis stayed by him all the time. Her hands caressed the boy’s back and she was touched to see him enjoy her ministrations. She knew the boy was tough, he had already proven so, but still she was worried about him, knowing his pain would not be mitigated as it had been with the girls. She was perplexed by his lack of fear and his relaxed disposition. She too had noticed the faint scars on his ass, and knew the boy was familiar to pain, and had been taught to embrace and welcome it. The boy’s virginity was intact, but then he was just seven, boys were usually left alone in that area until they became twelve or thirteen, but this one was special, too pretty for his own good, and the way he had taken their fingers and even pushed his hips back to help and receive them, meant the paidonomoi had been having their fun that way too. Knowing how close the males were, she also knew it would be impossible to get him to identify who were the perpetrators. So she just let it be, treasuring the fact that she had been lucky enough to enjoy his young body just as the males had so far.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 269
On the day of the sacrifice, the priestesses left the bed at the break of dawn to get the god’s grove ready for the ritual. The god liked midday, with the sun high in the sky for everyone to witness his power, so there was time to spare to have everything the way he liked it. It was a beautiful place, the flowers were all red, as the blood the god would receive to enhance his strength, and white for the purity the virgins would give up to him. The massive phallus of the statue had to be washed of the dry and rusted blood from the last sacrifice, which had to remain there until a new one would coat it. Once rinsed, it was cleaned with red and white wine, like the flowers, and then it would be anointed with olive oil just prior to the sacrifice. The sacred and secret grove could only be reached from the outside through a cave with a maze of tunnels that only the priestesses could access. Legend said that those who had accidentally mastered the labyrinth had been blinded at the sight of the god because of their impudence to come into his presence without the company of a priestess or uninvited. Alkestis was left alone with the sleeping boy, recognising the honour it would become to her having had him like this in her arms, when he became a gorgeous warrior and out of her reach. Still something told her the boy would always remember her and have a place in his heart for her and the priestesses, having been a pharmakos for the god, too. Contrary to what some people thought, the priestesses had no lesbian feelings for each other; they craved the male, and would visit the god at his grove asking him to honour them with his presence. Then, they said, the god would appear in their dreams and satisfy their sexual needs unfailingly each time they required it. Alkestis knew beyond doubt that this boy was special, that was the reason the god had chosen him. It was easy to see the boy was going to be the target for pederasts and she would be able to laugh at them knowing she had handled their precious treasure before any of them had truly made him theirs. The fact that the god Priapus himself had been his first would have everyone lusting after him. She had already seen it in the paidonomoi’s eyes as in the older boys at the camp, and the ilarch was almost drooling. That boy would have a busy sexual life, from the way he had been responding to the god’s phallus these days specially the last one, it was clear he was learning to enjoy it with the help of the conditioning to pain he got at the training camp. She had also noticed the way he enjoyed their touch and how he snuggled into her breasts. He would have no problems with women either. Lucky the one who married him when he turned thirty, if he lived that long! Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the iatros, the only male presence allowed in the temple, to prepare the child for the sacrifice. Mihaelis was gently awakened by Alkestis’ touch and kisses, and taken to the small grove just outside the temple, where a crystal clear pool was kept full by a waterfall from the hill behind it. The naked boy was bathed and laid on a clean white linen cloth, his hair shone with golden streaks as it dried in the strong morning sun along with his body. The day was perfect, not a cloud in the sky, and Alkestis prayed that it would continue that way for the sacrifice to be successful. Pheigias rinsed Mihaelis’ bowels with red and white wine, the same that was used to cleanse the god’s phallus, and then, using the same instrument, he anointed him with olive oil. It was the same process used on the girls’ vaginas, to prevent unnecessary damage and it was said the olive oil softened the hymen enough to make the tearing of it practically painless, welcoming the blood to cover the god’s phallus. Mihaelis had no hymen, but because of his age, the bleeding was guaranteed, as the god’s merciless phallus would tear the boy’s intestine. The aphrodisiac administered in the water kept the girls in a state of total sexual pleasure, assuring the god’s ears would not be offended by screams of protest. In this particular case, it would be up to the boy’s courage and resistance not to break the silence with which the people showed their respect to the deity. Moans and whimpers were expected, but nothing loud enough to shatter the peaceful and pleasant atmosphere which the Spartans wanted to be the result of the omen. That was the challenge of using a young boy, because if he was brave enough to take it quietly, it would mean that the Spartan soldiers would be brave enough to fight off the Athenians and be able to live their lives in peace and quiet too. This had all been explained to the boy by Alkestis and he was ready to give all he could for the safety of his people. Mihaelis had noticed than whether he screamed or not, the pain was exactly the same, and anyway, he had been taught at the camp that screaming was for women giving birth, or any man who was not a Spartan. The first time his father had beaten him, he had cried out, mostly in surprise, and Ramthidides had cupped his son’s chin and turned the boy’s face to his, saying:
“Oh, I thought I had struck Lysandra by mistake, because you just sounded like a girl.” After that, he never made a sound again no matter how bad it hurt, so he was sure he would not put anyone to shame.
Mihaelis had fallen asleep in the sun; his face safely cradled in his arms, and awoke as he was rolled over on his side. He smiled at Alkestis and turned to the male voice beside her.
- Are you ready, son? - Pheigias eyes were symphatetic and kind as he stretched his hand to help the boy up.
Mihaelis nodded and was engulfed in Alkestis’ embrace. When she let go, she kissed his lips gently, her smile full of love. Pheigias handed her a pure white chiton and she slid it over his head, fastening it at the left shoulder with a fibula as the iatros tied loosely a rope belt at his waist. Then soft leather kneehigh boots were placed on his feet, first one, then the other as the priestess crouched behind him and raised his right foot back off the ground and then Pheigias did the same with the left. Then each took hold of one of his hands and they walked him into the hidden cave behind the waterfall through a narrow, equally concealed path. Alkestis lead the way, slightly ahead without letting go of the boy’s hand until they arrived at the grove seeming to materialize from behind a bush, which was hiding the entrance. The bright sun after the shady cave made them blink and they could see the sacred grove was packed with people. Mihaelis was led in front of the god where Alkestis pulled the fibula at the same time that Pheigias undid the belt and the chiton fell to the ground leaving the boy stark naked except for the boots.
Mihaelis stared at the god’s phallus and thought: “I may as well fall on a sword, that thing will go clean through me.” But still, no fear showed in his eyes. The priestesses came from another cave carrying a Spartan bronze shield with a warrior’s red himation over it. Pheigias and Alkestis stepped aside to let Alkenon and Eucippides flank the boy and slowly turn his back on the god. Then they squatted and pressed Mihaelis’ thighs against their chests, lifting him off the ground and easing him belly down on the shield, like a fallen warrior. The men walked backwards as the priestesses advanced up the wedge raising the boy’s hips towards the god’s. Had it been a girl, they would have had to climb five steps up a wooden block to be able to line the girl correctly. They stopped when the target was just an inch under the weapon. Alkestis anointed the sacred phallus with thick olive oil from a carved alabaster flask of the same shape, and the way the greasy drops slid slowly forwards towards the tip and fell right on the boy’s small opening, showed the slight slant that the statue had been given this time for this purpose. Then she took her place at the back of the procession, reaching into the shield and pulling Mihaelis’ arms up over his head to grasp his hands in hers. The priestesses took another ascending step and the god’s dripping phallus kissed the offering.
The people started chanting the word “Eleutheria”, which meant “freedom”, not louder than a whisper but just loud enough so that it echoed throughout the grove. Alkestis, Eucippides and Alkenon felt Mihaelis brace himself, and when the next step buried the marble head into the boy, they felt his body also turn as hard as its invader. The priestesses now advanced nonstop, heedless of the boy’s torture, their eyes staring straight into the god’s cold ones, deep set in his ugly face. The marble body, though, in spite of its “deformity”, was quite normal. The dozen people surrounding the boy, Pheigias included, who stood beside the god, ready to receive the blood that dripped from the junction of the two bodies once they met, were the only ones who could hear clearly the soft moans and gasps that escaped the child’s lips as he bit into the himation. The ilarch and the paidonomos looked up when the advance suddenly stopped and met the priestesses’ silent request for help as they had met a resistance from the boy. Alkenon and Eucippides nodded to each other frowning and backed hard, hearing the air hiss through Mihaelis’ teeth as the priestesses lunged forwards and the god claimed his trophy. Pheigias shoved the pure white linen wad under the joint bodies bringing it out stained in bright red blood which ran down his forearm as he raised it high for all to see. Then the priestesses stepped back and forth a few times to follow the ritual until Pheigias’ eyes locked with Alkestis showing his alarm at the pool of blood on the floor and the high priestess ordered them to stay still before they backed again. Pheigias, anticipating what would happen, as the good iatros he was, had already his cauter iron pushed into burning coals behind the statue of the god. He had also warned the priestesses what they would have to do for him to perform the healing required for the pharmakos to survive and the omen to be propitious. In three quick steps, they backed the boy off the god, and Alkestis, without letting go of his hands, leaned forwards and pressed her body against the boy’s back. Alkenon and Eucippides doubled their grip as Pheigias plunged into the boy what looked like a straight hollow animal horn, which was as long as the god’s phallus, with the tip chopped off, much thinner, but just thick enough to allow the red hot iron through it into the source of the hemorrhage. Alkestis felt the child’s body shudder uncontrollably under her as what she could only describe as a roar or a growl, shook her body too. The iatros needed just a few seconds to accomplish his goal, but to the boy and those around him, it was unending. When Pheigias finally pulled it out, gently easing the other instrument off the boy, they heard him give a whimpered sigh in the absolute fearful silence that waited to hear what the future would bring. Alkestis felt the boy go limp and as she rose, her eyes locked with Pheigias full of apprehension. The iatros rushed to the boy’s side and pushed his hand under his chest to feel his heart. He looked up, nodding and smiling as he announced:
- He has survived! He is alive! -
The chanting was now at the top of their voices, the boy’s name following “freedom” as the procession disappeared into the cave behind the bush. There, Pheigias proceeded to blindfold Alkenon and Eucippides, guiding them along until they reached a chamber with a bed which had been specially prepared for the boy’s recovery. Mihaelis had been moaning all the way over and Pheigias came to the conclusion that the boy had been out for just seconds if he had passed out at all, more likely he had gone half conscious from the pain. The ilarch bent down to kiss his shoulder and whispered the boy’s name against it.
- Euci…- Mihaelis started to say with difficulty, recognizing the voice.
- Shhh… my name is too long, just keep still, I am right here. - He soothed him, caressing his hair.
- Alkes…tis? - He managed, the last syllable barely audible.
- Here I am, I’m not leaving your side until you are healed. - She assured him, proud to have been addressed by him.
- Where…are you? - He wheezed, too weak to raise his cheek from the bed, his visible eye was open.
His hands searched for theirs and found them, squeezing them and relaxing. Eucippides looked at Alkestis, his eyes pleading.
He had been blindfolded until they reached this room and when the door had closed, Alkestis had uncovered his eyes.
- You can stay with us, I shall allow it, for the boy’s sake, this is not a usual sacrifice and neither the usual circumstances, so I shall make an exception because he may need male company. But if you have to leave the room, I shall blindfold you until you are back here. Only if you accept this, you can stay. -
- It’s fair, I want to stay with him. - The ilarch smiled at the high priestess, grateful for the honour.
- I am staying too, of course. - She added.
- Of course…- He repeated, and they both turned to the boy as he moaned.
Alkestis kissed the boy’s cheek and then nodded her approval to the man. He kissed his cheek too, realizing his lips were where hers had been right before. The boy turned his face and met his lips in a soft caress. Alkestis looked at them and was glad this man loved the boy the way he did. She found it hard to admit, but she liked how Mihaelis responded to having him there with him. He deserved it, he had behaved like a hero.
On the day of the sacrifice, the priestesses left the bed at the break of dawn to get the god’s grove ready for the ritual. The god liked midday, with the sun high in the sky for everyone to witness his power, so there was time to spare to have everything the way he liked it. It was a beautiful place, the flowers were all red, as the blood the god would receive to enhance his strength, and white for the purity the virgins would give up to him. The massive phallus of the statue had to be washed of the dry and rusted blood from the last sacrifice, which had to remain there until a new one would coat it. Once rinsed, it was cleaned with red and white wine, like the flowers, and then it would be anointed with olive oil just prior to the sacrifice. The sacred and secret grove could only be reached from the outside through a cave with a maze of tunnels that only the priestesses could access. Legend said that those who had accidentally mastered the labyrinth had been blinded at the sight of the god because of their impudence to come into his presence without the company of a priestess or uninvited. Alkestis was left alone with the sleeping boy, recognising the honour it would become to her having had him like this in her arms, when he became a gorgeous warrior and out of her reach. Still something told her the boy would always remember her and have a place in his heart for her and the priestesses, having been a pharmakos for the god, too. Contrary to what some people thought, the priestesses had no lesbian feelings for each other; they craved the male, and would visit the god at his grove asking him to honour them with his presence. Then, they said, the god would appear in their dreams and satisfy their sexual needs unfailingly each time they required it. Alkestis knew beyond doubt that this boy was special, that was the reason the god had chosen him. It was easy to see the boy was going to be the target for pederasts and she would be able to laugh at them knowing she had handled their precious treasure before any of them had truly made him theirs. The fact that the god Priapus himself had been his first would have everyone lusting after him. She had already seen it in the paidonomoi’s eyes as in the older boys at the camp, and the ilarch was almost drooling. That boy would have a busy sexual life, from the way he had been responding to the god’s phallus these days specially the last one, it was clear he was learning to enjoy it with the help of the conditioning to pain he got at the training camp. She had also noticed the way he enjoyed their touch and how he snuggled into her breasts. He would have no problems with women either. Lucky the one who married him when he turned thirty, if he lived that long! Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the iatros, the only male presence allowed in the temple, to prepare the child for the sacrifice. Mihaelis was gently awakened by Alkestis’ touch and kisses, and taken to the small grove just outside the temple, where a crystal clear pool was kept full by a waterfall from the hill behind it. The naked boy was bathed and laid on a clean white linen cloth, his hair shone with golden streaks as it dried in the strong morning sun along with his body. The day was perfect, not a cloud in the sky, and Alkestis prayed that it would continue that way for the sacrifice to be successful. Pheigias rinsed Mihaelis’ bowels with red and white wine, the same that was used to cleanse the god’s phallus, and then, using the same instrument, he anointed him with olive oil. It was the same process used on the girls’ vaginas, to prevent unnecessary damage and it was said the olive oil softened the hymen enough to make the tearing of it practically painless, welcoming the blood to cover the god’s phallus. Mihaelis had no hymen, but because of his age, the bleeding was guaranteed, as the god’s merciless phallus would tear the boy’s intestine. The aphrodisiac administered in the water kept the girls in a state of total sexual pleasure, assuring the god’s ears would not be offended by screams of protest. In this particular case, it would be up to the boy’s courage and resistance not to break the silence with which the people showed their respect to the deity. Moans and whimpers were expected, but nothing loud enough to shatter the peaceful and pleasant atmosphere which the Spartans wanted to be the result of the omen. That was the challenge of using a young boy, because if he was brave enough to take it quietly, it would mean that the Spartan soldiers would be brave enough to fight off the Athenians and be able to live their lives in peace and quiet too. This had all been explained to the boy by Alkestis and he was ready to give all he could for the safety of his people. Mihaelis had noticed than whether he screamed or not, the pain was exactly the same, and anyway, he had been taught at the camp that screaming was for women giving birth, or any man who was not a Spartan. The first time his father had beaten him, he had cried out, mostly in surprise, and Ramthidides had cupped his son’s chin and turned the boy’s face to his, saying:
“Oh, I thought I had struck Lysandra by mistake, because you just sounded like a girl.” After that, he never made a sound again no matter how bad it hurt, so he was sure he would not put anyone to shame.
Mihaelis had fallen asleep in the sun; his face safely cradled in his arms, and awoke as he was rolled over on his side. He smiled at Alkestis and turned to the male voice beside her.
- Are you ready, son? - Pheigias eyes were symphatetic and kind as he stretched his hand to help the boy up.
Mihaelis nodded and was engulfed in Alkestis’ embrace. When she let go, she kissed his lips gently, her smile full of love. Pheigias handed her a pure white chiton and she slid it over his head, fastening it at the left shoulder with a fibula as the iatros tied loosely a rope belt at his waist. Then soft leather kneehigh boots were placed on his feet, first one, then the other as the priestess crouched behind him and raised his right foot back off the ground and then Pheigias did the same with the left. Then each took hold of one of his hands and they walked him into the hidden cave behind the waterfall through a narrow, equally concealed path. Alkestis lead the way, slightly ahead without letting go of the boy’s hand until they arrived at the grove seeming to materialize from behind a bush, which was hiding the entrance. The bright sun after the shady cave made them blink and they could see the sacred grove was packed with people. Mihaelis was led in front of the god where Alkestis pulled the fibula at the same time that Pheigias undid the belt and the chiton fell to the ground leaving the boy stark naked except for the boots.
Mihaelis stared at the god’s phallus and thought: “I may as well fall on a sword, that thing will go clean through me.” But still, no fear showed in his eyes. The priestesses came from another cave carrying a Spartan bronze shield with a warrior’s red himation over it. Pheigias and Alkestis stepped aside to let Alkenon and Eucippides flank the boy and slowly turn his back on the god. Then they squatted and pressed Mihaelis’ thighs against their chests, lifting him off the ground and easing him belly down on the shield, like a fallen warrior. The men walked backwards as the priestesses advanced up the wedge raising the boy’s hips towards the god’s. Had it been a girl, they would have had to climb five steps up a wooden block to be able to line the girl correctly. They stopped when the target was just an inch under the weapon. Alkestis anointed the sacred phallus with thick olive oil from a carved alabaster flask of the same shape, and the way the greasy drops slid slowly forwards towards the tip and fell right on the boy’s small opening, showed the slight slant that the statue had been given this time for this purpose. Then she took her place at the back of the procession, reaching into the shield and pulling Mihaelis’ arms up over his head to grasp his hands in hers. The priestesses took another ascending step and the god’s dripping phallus kissed the offering.
The people started chanting the word “Eleutheria”, which meant “freedom”, not louder than a whisper but just loud enough so that it echoed throughout the grove. Alkestis, Eucippides and Alkenon felt Mihaelis brace himself, and when the next step buried the marble head into the boy, they felt his body also turn as hard as its invader. The priestesses now advanced nonstop, heedless of the boy’s torture, their eyes staring straight into the god’s cold ones, deep set in his ugly face. The marble body, though, in spite of its “deformity”, was quite normal. The dozen people surrounding the boy, Pheigias included, who stood beside the god, ready to receive the blood that dripped from the junction of the two bodies once they met, were the only ones who could hear clearly the soft moans and gasps that escaped the child’s lips as he bit into the himation. The ilarch and the paidonomos looked up when the advance suddenly stopped and met the priestesses’ silent request for help as they had met a resistance from the boy. Alkenon and Eucippides nodded to each other frowning and backed hard, hearing the air hiss through Mihaelis’ teeth as the priestesses lunged forwards and the god claimed his trophy. Pheigias shoved the pure white linen wad under the joint bodies bringing it out stained in bright red blood which ran down his forearm as he raised it high for all to see. Then the priestesses stepped back and forth a few times to follow the ritual until Pheigias’ eyes locked with Alkestis showing his alarm at the pool of blood on the floor and the high priestess ordered them to stay still before they backed again. Pheigias, anticipating what would happen, as the good iatros he was, had already his cauter iron pushed into burning coals behind the statue of the god. He had also warned the priestesses what they would have to do for him to perform the healing required for the pharmakos to survive and the omen to be propitious. In three quick steps, they backed the boy off the god, and Alkestis, without letting go of his hands, leaned forwards and pressed her body against the boy’s back. Alkenon and Eucippides doubled their grip as Pheigias plunged into the boy what looked like a straight hollow animal horn, which was as long as the god’s phallus, with the tip chopped off, much thinner, but just thick enough to allow the red hot iron through it into the source of the hemorrhage. Alkestis felt the child’s body shudder uncontrollably under her as what she could only describe as a roar or a growl, shook her body too. The iatros needed just a few seconds to accomplish his goal, but to the boy and those around him, it was unending. When Pheigias finally pulled it out, gently easing the other instrument off the boy, they heard him give a whimpered sigh in the absolute fearful silence that waited to hear what the future would bring. Alkestis felt the boy go limp and as she rose, her eyes locked with Pheigias full of apprehension. The iatros rushed to the boy’s side and pushed his hand under his chest to feel his heart. He looked up, nodding and smiling as he announced:
- He has survived! He is alive! -
The chanting was now at the top of their voices, the boy’s name following “freedom” as the procession disappeared into the cave behind the bush. There, Pheigias proceeded to blindfold Alkenon and Eucippides, guiding them along until they reached a chamber with a bed which had been specially prepared for the boy’s recovery. Mihaelis had been moaning all the way over and Pheigias came to the conclusion that the boy had been out for just seconds if he had passed out at all, more likely he had gone half conscious from the pain. The ilarch bent down to kiss his shoulder and whispered the boy’s name against it.
- Euci…- Mihaelis started to say with difficulty, recognizing the voice.
- Shhh… my name is too long, just keep still, I am right here. - He soothed him, caressing his hair.
- Alkes…tis? - He managed, the last syllable barely audible.
- Here I am, I’m not leaving your side until you are healed. - She assured him, proud to have been addressed by him.
- Where…are you? - He wheezed, too weak to raise his cheek from the bed, his visible eye was open.
His hands searched for theirs and found them, squeezing them and relaxing. Eucippides looked at Alkestis, his eyes pleading.
He had been blindfolded until they reached this room and when the door had closed, Alkestis had uncovered his eyes.
- You can stay with us, I shall allow it, for the boy’s sake, this is not a usual sacrifice and neither the usual circumstances, so I shall make an exception because he may need male company. But if you have to leave the room, I shall blindfold you until you are back here. Only if you accept this, you can stay. -
- It’s fair, I want to stay with him. - The ilarch smiled at the high priestess, grateful for the honour.
- I am staying too, of course. - She added.
- Of course…- He repeated, and they both turned to the boy as he moaned.
Alkestis kissed the boy’s cheek and then nodded her approval to the man. He kissed his cheek too, realizing his lips were where hers had been right before. The boy turned his face and met his lips in a soft caress. Alkestis looked at them and was glad this man loved the boy the way he did. She found it hard to admit, but she liked how Mihaelis responded to having him there with him. He deserved it, he had behaved like a hero.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 270
As soon as the boy had been settled as comfortably as possible on the soft bed, Alkestis sent a priestess to his family to assure them that Mihaelis was being very well taken care of, and that both her and the iatros would not leave his side until he was healed. The with the help of Eucippides, she removed the leather boots to have the fresh bloodstains from the upper inside where the bleeding had ran down the boy’s thighs, soaked in cold water which would remove them completely. They would be his trophy and the reminder of his heroic feat. Meanwhile the iatros had cleaned the bloody thighs and the inside of the boy’s buttocks with wet linen cloth and then carefully dried him. The priestess returned with the news that Mihaelis’ family was begging her to see him.
- How many are they? - Alkestis asked.
- There’s the father, the mother, the sister, the uncle, the aunt, the two cousins and the grandmother…eight. - She counted.
- Then I shall need eight priestesses to blinfold them and guide them here to see him. - She smiled and nodded to the priestesses to go and bring them.
As the priestesses left, Alkestis and Eucippides sat on the bed by Mihaelis holding his hands while the iatros produced another horn much like the one he had used to guide the cauterizing iron, but the tip of this one was rounded up with just a smaller hole in the centre like the ones all over it. He coated it with ointment from a small amphora and inserted it into the boy very slowly, rotating it from both sides until just about half an inch protruded. Then he threaded a chord from the hole showing on the upper part and fastened it around the child’s waist, then two more circling Mihaelis’ uppermost thigh area, left and right, making sure it would stay in place without sliding out or disappearing into the boy.
- What is that for? - Eucippides’ curiosity got the upper hand.
- It’s to make sure everything stay the way it originally was, and then I can push the ointnment into him through it, you’ll see, it’s the best way. - The iatros nodded.
Alkestis observed the interaction between the ilarch and the boy, as the man quenched Mihaelis’ thirst by pushing his hand under his cheek and raising and angling his face so that he could manage to tilt the flask and feed him the herb spiked water. The iatros knew it had a bitter edge from the medication, but the boy’s fever made him too thirsty to care. The boy only had to lick his lips to make Eucippides know he was thirsty and then he pushed the flask slightly to a side to let him know he had had enough. Then the ilarch would pass his finger over the boy’s full lips craving to kiss them, but it was Mihaelis who kissed his finger thankfully.
A discreet knock on the door announced the visitors and Alkestis pulled the light sheet up to Mihaelis’ waist to make him presentable for his family. Then she went to open the door and help them uncover their eyes.
They were all immediately around him, kissing and caressing him as he enjoyed all the love they were giving him. Even his uncle who was so stoic and reserved was squeezing his shoulder and watching him with concern. Maximenes had stationed himself by his cousin’s hip and placing his hand on the small of the boy’s back, he kept massaging him in a lazy circle. After a few minutes, the iatros caught Alkestis’ eyes and she went to Parthenos, speaking to her quietly. Then the elder woman took over the task of rounding up the family and leaving the boy to a much needed sleep. Alkestis told them she would welcome them everyday in the early afternoon, which they found agreeable and then they reluctantly moved back towards the door. The ilarch had returned to sit by Mihaelis, holding his hand and running his fingers through the boy’s longish hair. The look Maximenes gave Eucippides was full of jealousy, and it was clear that he would have given anything to be in the older man’s shoes. It didn’t pass unnoticed to everyone in the room and Alkestis knew that whatever happened eventually between those two would have some unwanted consequences.
Two weeks after the sacrifice, the Spartans marched against Athens. Mihaelis had spent a torturous day, with a very high fever, writhing in pain, as the iatros had been forced to flood the boy’s body through the gut of a goat, specially treated for strength and flexibility, using the horn inside him to guide it deeper in. In one of the caves by the temple, there was a pool used in summer, which received the stream that fell directly from the melting snow on top of the mountain and disappeared into the underground. The water was icy cold even in hot weather, so half the priestesses kept running back and forth providing the iatros with the only element that was controlling Mihaelis’ raging fever and keeping him alive, as Alkestis, with the other half, kept wiping away the sweat with rags drenched in the cold water. It lasted for hours, the second the last drop of water leaked out of the boy’s body through the gut, more had to be immediately pumped in with the syringe-like instrument the iatros was proud to say he had invented. Just after midday, the fever finally broke and the boy began to relax, falling into a still troubled sleep. A messenger returned as the sun was setting, with the news of the crushing victory of their army. He came directly to the temple, first to thank the god through the high priestess. His account of the battle coincided with the hours of the boy’s fever; it was as if he had been living it with the Spartan soldiers, taking unto him every wound they received. The army returned the next day in the early afternoon, and like the messenger, they went straight to Alkestis, wishing to see the boy to show him their respects. When they were told what the child had gone through during the battle, the general Perditas, insisted on the honour of thanking Mihaelis in person, so Alkestis proceeded to blindfold him to make the rare exception she had been granting lately because of the special occasion. The man fell to his knees in front of the moaning boy; he took Mihaelis’ hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it, full of respect.
The boy opened his honey coloured eyes and pain streaked them with the bright blue of the summer sky.
The man felt the boy’s eyes on him and raised his bearded face to meet them.
- Nike! - He whispered, his weathered face breaking into a smile like the victory he had just announced, the Greek word made it even more impressing than if he had said it in the local, commonly used one.
The boy half winced half smiled and nodded in understanding, closing back his eyes and sighing. That was enough for the seasoned soldier and he kissed the child’s cheek backing to the door to accept the darkness that would allow him out of the temple. Once outside, he raised his arm and the whole army chanted the work “Nike!” as they marched back to the city to confirm what the messenger had already announced the day before. The next day the whole town burnt outside the temple, an offering of red and white flowers both for the god as for the pharmakos, honouring Mihaelis as no other Spartan had, since and after Leonidas in Thermopylae.
Mihaelis’ healing was slow and painful, but the boy suffered and fought for his life every inch of the way, reminding Eucippides of the legend of the Spartan boy who had stolen a wolf cub and kept it hidden under his clothes. When the cub started biting his flesh all the way to his entrails, he never gave a sign, not to be discovered, until he just dropped dead. What Mihaelis had done proved he was just as tough, but with a real purpose. The boy of the legend was just trying to hide the shame of having his theft discovered, while Mihaelis had taken the sacrifice in front of everyone, bravely, to save the people of Sparta. Alkestis, Pheigias and Eucippides stayed by his side until he was back to normal. Still, he stayed at the temple for an extra week, bathing in the sacred grove under the waterfall and drying in the sun, with his family there for him for a couple of hours every single day.
The iatros had had him on a liquid diet consisting on a wine he brewed himself with all the fruit of the season, and honey, so it was very sweet and pleasant to the taste. The best part was that it was completely absorbed by the body which was perfect for the condition Mihaelis was in. Then very slowly, he was again introduced to food until his functions were normal once more. Then he went back to the training camp where every eye followed him in awe.
Mihaelis’ life had become a nightmare; there wasn’t a single day when at least a dozen times, he felt hands travelling up his thighs under his chiton straight to his ass, with the lewd whisper of:
“How did it feel to have the god inside you?”
He could always notice the slight bitterness they felt at the fact that none of them had been chosen but a child who turned out to be barely the age of the youngest ones, and who was part Athenian. It made no sense to them. Then one day, Mihaelis just couldn’t take it anymore and he faced his current tormentor.
- You want to know? Alright, I shall tell you: It felt like I was being torn in two, it hurt like hell, but I took it because the fate of Sparta depended on me, the god didn’t care if Sparta fell under Athens, all he cared about was the pleasure he was getting from me and the blood I was giving him! Are you sure you could have taken it like I did? I don’t think any of you would have survived it. - He almost added “underfed as you are” but he realized it would get his family and Eucippides in trouble. The incident happened when all the camp was together after the initial training, ready to be fed “breakfast”. The silence was apalling. Heitias paled at the impiety the boy had voiced expecting a bolt of lightening to destroy the whole camp, then he remembered Zeus wasn’t involved, and he shuddered to think the god Priapus’ revenge would cause every male organ to drop, withered and useless from all who had heard Mihaelis, which was everyone there. He grabbed the boy, heaved him over his shoulder and dumped him on the cart, taking off full speed to the said god’s temple. Alkestis was surprised to be summoned by the paidonomos carrying Mihaelis, thinking he had somehow had a relapse. She hurried out to meet them and was confronted by Heitias’ now beet red face, exploding with fury.
- Repeat! Repeat word by word what you just said in the camp, so the god’s curse and fury falls only on you and not on innocent ones! - He eased him down and turned him around to face the priestess.
- You may leave! This is a place of peace and silence. Whatever this child had said, is not disturbing Priapus as much as your screams are! You are not welcome here and the curse and fury you are talking about will fall on just you if you are not gone right away! - Alkestis was outraged, but she spoke calmly and quietly, as was becoming to the temple.
Heitias went livid once again, but this time with fear, and reached down to take Mihaelis with him.
- NO! - Alkestis raised her voice making Heitias step back, startled. - The boy stays. You don’t deserve him! Now go! -
Once they were left alone, Alkestis kissed Mihaelis’ lips and took him to the grove behind the temple in absolute silence.
She stripped him naked and led him under the waterfall to rinse his body from the decay of the outside world. Then she spread the pure white linen cloth on the ground and sat on one of the ends. She gestured Mihaelis to join her so the boy stretched out on his belly with his face against her stomach and his arms circling her waist.
- Tell me, my kouros kalon, (beautiful boy), tell me what happened. - She coaxed, her smile reflected in her soft voice.
Mihaelis tilted his face just enough so he could speak away from her clothing, and told her everything he had gone through since he returned to the camp. The priestess listened, rubbing his back and caressing his gold streaked locks with her fingers.
- The sexual attention you are getting from them, because that’s what it really is, just shows how honoured you have been and how jealous they are. - She soothed him.
- I didn’t mean to offend the god, I was just angry at them for despising my father’s blood…- The boy explained.
- Mihaelis, what you said it true, if the Athenians had been the ones worshipping Priapus and sacrificing to him, the god would have given the victory to them. And yes, the pleasure and the blood is what he truly likes and enjoys, he grants his blessing to the victim’s people, whoever they are. The pain you suffered and your courage made the sacrifice pleasing and worth to the god, you have not offended him, you have spoken the truth. Priapus, because of his “deformity”, is the god of sex, and since he chose you to give him a different pleasure, and he was pleased, as the victory showed, it will be what men expect from you. Yes, they are jealous, but they are jealous of the pleasure the god got from you. You are very young, but you will learn to enjoy it. I shall help you, but I shall require male help too, to make it as the god wills, only when you are ready and from whom you wish to take it. - She whispered soothingly.
- I am ready, the god wouldn’t have chosen me if I wasn’t, I am bigger than the boys my age, and as tall as the tallest in my group, who are two years older than me! I want you to help me now! - He demanded, his hypnotic eyes boring into hers, pleading.
Alkestis had to admit he was right, and she was more than ready and willing to acquiesce, honoured beyond her wildest dreams. She would have to teach him to enjoy an act that didn’t belong to her, one she found hard to understand, being a woman, yet the boy trusted her, putting his tender young body in her hands. She wished she could be the one to show him how to enjoy women too, when he would be old enough and ready for it, but alas! That part of her body had been pledged to the god, and it was only to be used by the deity, even if the boy had been used likewise, too. She could only enjoy what was given to her, and pray to the god to make her feel the pleasure he had felt with the child.
She guided him into the temple and took him to the privacy of the room where he had lain recovering. She folded over a thick woollen blanket adjusting it under him so his hips were raised invitingly to her caresses. Her hands started kneading and massaging his thighs, sliding from the back to the insides, until they were prodding and rimming the god’s target, gently, coaxing. When the boy’s initial contraction started relaxing and accepting, she used the thick olive oil the god favoured, and carefully began to push into him. He contracted again, and she stalled until he allowed her in, letting the lubrication do its work, easing her deeper as the boy clenched, unclenched, writhed and squirmed, but not away from her, rather pushing back, helping her deepen the penetration. Her fingertip touched the soft swell of his prostate gland, still dormant, unaware of the pleasures it would bring him sooner that it should, but then she felt the boy gasp when she massaged it and the grip tightened. The god was right in his choice. The boy was totally precocious.
Of course and orgasm was out of the question, but Mihaelis was definitely enjoying her touch, purring like a cat, twisting his body either way making her finger rub him where he wanted. Without the closure of a climax, the pleasure didn’t have the rise to it, but it was constant and unending. When Alkestis considered it was enough, she slowly withdrew her finger, as Mihaelis raised his hips following her movement, trying to prevent her from doing so.
Once out of him, he fell back on the bed and gave a growl of disappointment.
- Did you like it? - She knew from previous experience he had, as he nodded and sighed.
- This is what the boys in camp probably want to do to you, not ready yet to do what the god did. - She assured him.
- It’s different when you do it, I can feel you care for me, they don’t, they only want their pleasure…- He suddenly went quiet.
- Like the god? - Alkestis whispered.
- I didn’t feel love from him…- He shrugged, not wanting to offend her.
- He’s made of marble, that could explain it, even if the god was in the statue, it’s still not flesh. - She leant down and kissed the dip at the beginning of his buttocks.
Her tongue made him slither and chuckle. He was gorgeous, young as he was. She spread him gently with both hands, licking all the way down to his slick opening, then kissing the inside of his thighs, high up, first one, then the other. He pushed his warm ass into her face and she nipped him playfully making him grunt.
- Alright, enough for a first lesson, still you have a right to chose who you want to receive it from. - Alkestis spanked him smartly and pushing her hands under his stomach, helped him up.
- Well, I don’t like the boys at the camp, they’re bony and they never bathe. - He frowned.
- Yes, they smell rancid from the sweat and oil. I can’t blame you. - She watched him smirk. - What’s that about? -
- Do you think Eucippides would like to help you with me? - He smirked again.
A soft knock on the door interrupted Alkestis’ answer and she went to find a priestess who whispered into her ear, making her smile.
- I think you can ask him right away. He’s outside, quite worried, asking about you…- She hugged Mihaelis affectionately and placing her hand on the small of his back, she led him out of the temple to the ilarch.
As soon as the boy had been settled as comfortably as possible on the soft bed, Alkestis sent a priestess to his family to assure them that Mihaelis was being very well taken care of, and that both her and the iatros would not leave his side until he was healed. The with the help of Eucippides, she removed the leather boots to have the fresh bloodstains from the upper inside where the bleeding had ran down the boy’s thighs, soaked in cold water which would remove them completely. They would be his trophy and the reminder of his heroic feat. Meanwhile the iatros had cleaned the bloody thighs and the inside of the boy’s buttocks with wet linen cloth and then carefully dried him. The priestess returned with the news that Mihaelis’ family was begging her to see him.
- How many are they? - Alkestis asked.
- There’s the father, the mother, the sister, the uncle, the aunt, the two cousins and the grandmother…eight. - She counted.
- Then I shall need eight priestesses to blinfold them and guide them here to see him. - She smiled and nodded to the priestesses to go and bring them.
As the priestesses left, Alkestis and Eucippides sat on the bed by Mihaelis holding his hands while the iatros produced another horn much like the one he had used to guide the cauterizing iron, but the tip of this one was rounded up with just a smaller hole in the centre like the ones all over it. He coated it with ointment from a small amphora and inserted it into the boy very slowly, rotating it from both sides until just about half an inch protruded. Then he threaded a chord from the hole showing on the upper part and fastened it around the child’s waist, then two more circling Mihaelis’ uppermost thigh area, left and right, making sure it would stay in place without sliding out or disappearing into the boy.
- What is that for? - Eucippides’ curiosity got the upper hand.
- It’s to make sure everything stay the way it originally was, and then I can push the ointnment into him through it, you’ll see, it’s the best way. - The iatros nodded.
Alkestis observed the interaction between the ilarch and the boy, as the man quenched Mihaelis’ thirst by pushing his hand under his cheek and raising and angling his face so that he could manage to tilt the flask and feed him the herb spiked water. The iatros knew it had a bitter edge from the medication, but the boy’s fever made him too thirsty to care. The boy only had to lick his lips to make Eucippides know he was thirsty and then he pushed the flask slightly to a side to let him know he had had enough. Then the ilarch would pass his finger over the boy’s full lips craving to kiss them, but it was Mihaelis who kissed his finger thankfully.
A discreet knock on the door announced the visitors and Alkestis pulled the light sheet up to Mihaelis’ waist to make him presentable for his family. Then she went to open the door and help them uncover their eyes.
They were all immediately around him, kissing and caressing him as he enjoyed all the love they were giving him. Even his uncle who was so stoic and reserved was squeezing his shoulder and watching him with concern. Maximenes had stationed himself by his cousin’s hip and placing his hand on the small of the boy’s back, he kept massaging him in a lazy circle. After a few minutes, the iatros caught Alkestis’ eyes and she went to Parthenos, speaking to her quietly. Then the elder woman took over the task of rounding up the family and leaving the boy to a much needed sleep. Alkestis told them she would welcome them everyday in the early afternoon, which they found agreeable and then they reluctantly moved back towards the door. The ilarch had returned to sit by Mihaelis, holding his hand and running his fingers through the boy’s longish hair. The look Maximenes gave Eucippides was full of jealousy, and it was clear that he would have given anything to be in the older man’s shoes. It didn’t pass unnoticed to everyone in the room and Alkestis knew that whatever happened eventually between those two would have some unwanted consequences.
Two weeks after the sacrifice, the Spartans marched against Athens. Mihaelis had spent a torturous day, with a very high fever, writhing in pain, as the iatros had been forced to flood the boy’s body through the gut of a goat, specially treated for strength and flexibility, using the horn inside him to guide it deeper in. In one of the caves by the temple, there was a pool used in summer, which received the stream that fell directly from the melting snow on top of the mountain and disappeared into the underground. The water was icy cold even in hot weather, so half the priestesses kept running back and forth providing the iatros with the only element that was controlling Mihaelis’ raging fever and keeping him alive, as Alkestis, with the other half, kept wiping away the sweat with rags drenched in the cold water. It lasted for hours, the second the last drop of water leaked out of the boy’s body through the gut, more had to be immediately pumped in with the syringe-like instrument the iatros was proud to say he had invented. Just after midday, the fever finally broke and the boy began to relax, falling into a still troubled sleep. A messenger returned as the sun was setting, with the news of the crushing victory of their army. He came directly to the temple, first to thank the god through the high priestess. His account of the battle coincided with the hours of the boy’s fever; it was as if he had been living it with the Spartan soldiers, taking unto him every wound they received. The army returned the next day in the early afternoon, and like the messenger, they went straight to Alkestis, wishing to see the boy to show him their respects. When they were told what the child had gone through during the battle, the general Perditas, insisted on the honour of thanking Mihaelis in person, so Alkestis proceeded to blindfold him to make the rare exception she had been granting lately because of the special occasion. The man fell to his knees in front of the moaning boy; he took Mihaelis’ hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it, full of respect.
The boy opened his honey coloured eyes and pain streaked them with the bright blue of the summer sky.
The man felt the boy’s eyes on him and raised his bearded face to meet them.
- Nike! - He whispered, his weathered face breaking into a smile like the victory he had just announced, the Greek word made it even more impressing than if he had said it in the local, commonly used one.
The boy half winced half smiled and nodded in understanding, closing back his eyes and sighing. That was enough for the seasoned soldier and he kissed the child’s cheek backing to the door to accept the darkness that would allow him out of the temple. Once outside, he raised his arm and the whole army chanted the work “Nike!” as they marched back to the city to confirm what the messenger had already announced the day before. The next day the whole town burnt outside the temple, an offering of red and white flowers both for the god as for the pharmakos, honouring Mihaelis as no other Spartan had, since and after Leonidas in Thermopylae.
Mihaelis’ healing was slow and painful, but the boy suffered and fought for his life every inch of the way, reminding Eucippides of the legend of the Spartan boy who had stolen a wolf cub and kept it hidden under his clothes. When the cub started biting his flesh all the way to his entrails, he never gave a sign, not to be discovered, until he just dropped dead. What Mihaelis had done proved he was just as tough, but with a real purpose. The boy of the legend was just trying to hide the shame of having his theft discovered, while Mihaelis had taken the sacrifice in front of everyone, bravely, to save the people of Sparta. Alkestis, Pheigias and Eucippides stayed by his side until he was back to normal. Still, he stayed at the temple for an extra week, bathing in the sacred grove under the waterfall and drying in the sun, with his family there for him for a couple of hours every single day.
The iatros had had him on a liquid diet consisting on a wine he brewed himself with all the fruit of the season, and honey, so it was very sweet and pleasant to the taste. The best part was that it was completely absorbed by the body which was perfect for the condition Mihaelis was in. Then very slowly, he was again introduced to food until his functions were normal once more. Then he went back to the training camp where every eye followed him in awe.
Mihaelis’ life had become a nightmare; there wasn’t a single day when at least a dozen times, he felt hands travelling up his thighs under his chiton straight to his ass, with the lewd whisper of:
“How did it feel to have the god inside you?”
He could always notice the slight bitterness they felt at the fact that none of them had been chosen but a child who turned out to be barely the age of the youngest ones, and who was part Athenian. It made no sense to them. Then one day, Mihaelis just couldn’t take it anymore and he faced his current tormentor.
- You want to know? Alright, I shall tell you: It felt like I was being torn in two, it hurt like hell, but I took it because the fate of Sparta depended on me, the god didn’t care if Sparta fell under Athens, all he cared about was the pleasure he was getting from me and the blood I was giving him! Are you sure you could have taken it like I did? I don’t think any of you would have survived it. - He almost added “underfed as you are” but he realized it would get his family and Eucippides in trouble. The incident happened when all the camp was together after the initial training, ready to be fed “breakfast”. The silence was apalling. Heitias paled at the impiety the boy had voiced expecting a bolt of lightening to destroy the whole camp, then he remembered Zeus wasn’t involved, and he shuddered to think the god Priapus’ revenge would cause every male organ to drop, withered and useless from all who had heard Mihaelis, which was everyone there. He grabbed the boy, heaved him over his shoulder and dumped him on the cart, taking off full speed to the said god’s temple. Alkestis was surprised to be summoned by the paidonomos carrying Mihaelis, thinking he had somehow had a relapse. She hurried out to meet them and was confronted by Heitias’ now beet red face, exploding with fury.
- Repeat! Repeat word by word what you just said in the camp, so the god’s curse and fury falls only on you and not on innocent ones! - He eased him down and turned him around to face the priestess.
- You may leave! This is a place of peace and silence. Whatever this child had said, is not disturbing Priapus as much as your screams are! You are not welcome here and the curse and fury you are talking about will fall on just you if you are not gone right away! - Alkestis was outraged, but she spoke calmly and quietly, as was becoming to the temple.
Heitias went livid once again, but this time with fear, and reached down to take Mihaelis with him.
- NO! - Alkestis raised her voice making Heitias step back, startled. - The boy stays. You don’t deserve him! Now go! -
Once they were left alone, Alkestis kissed Mihaelis’ lips and took him to the grove behind the temple in absolute silence.
She stripped him naked and led him under the waterfall to rinse his body from the decay of the outside world. Then she spread the pure white linen cloth on the ground and sat on one of the ends. She gestured Mihaelis to join her so the boy stretched out on his belly with his face against her stomach and his arms circling her waist.
- Tell me, my kouros kalon, (beautiful boy), tell me what happened. - She coaxed, her smile reflected in her soft voice.
Mihaelis tilted his face just enough so he could speak away from her clothing, and told her everything he had gone through since he returned to the camp. The priestess listened, rubbing his back and caressing his gold streaked locks with her fingers.
- The sexual attention you are getting from them, because that’s what it really is, just shows how honoured you have been and how jealous they are. - She soothed him.
- I didn’t mean to offend the god, I was just angry at them for despising my father’s blood…- The boy explained.
- Mihaelis, what you said it true, if the Athenians had been the ones worshipping Priapus and sacrificing to him, the god would have given the victory to them. And yes, the pleasure and the blood is what he truly likes and enjoys, he grants his blessing to the victim’s people, whoever they are. The pain you suffered and your courage made the sacrifice pleasing and worth to the god, you have not offended him, you have spoken the truth. Priapus, because of his “deformity”, is the god of sex, and since he chose you to give him a different pleasure, and he was pleased, as the victory showed, it will be what men expect from you. Yes, they are jealous, but they are jealous of the pleasure the god got from you. You are very young, but you will learn to enjoy it. I shall help you, but I shall require male help too, to make it as the god wills, only when you are ready and from whom you wish to take it. - She whispered soothingly.
- I am ready, the god wouldn’t have chosen me if I wasn’t, I am bigger than the boys my age, and as tall as the tallest in my group, who are two years older than me! I want you to help me now! - He demanded, his hypnotic eyes boring into hers, pleading.
Alkestis had to admit he was right, and she was more than ready and willing to acquiesce, honoured beyond her wildest dreams. She would have to teach him to enjoy an act that didn’t belong to her, one she found hard to understand, being a woman, yet the boy trusted her, putting his tender young body in her hands. She wished she could be the one to show him how to enjoy women too, when he would be old enough and ready for it, but alas! That part of her body had been pledged to the god, and it was only to be used by the deity, even if the boy had been used likewise, too. She could only enjoy what was given to her, and pray to the god to make her feel the pleasure he had felt with the child.
She guided him into the temple and took him to the privacy of the room where he had lain recovering. She folded over a thick woollen blanket adjusting it under him so his hips were raised invitingly to her caresses. Her hands started kneading and massaging his thighs, sliding from the back to the insides, until they were prodding and rimming the god’s target, gently, coaxing. When the boy’s initial contraction started relaxing and accepting, she used the thick olive oil the god favoured, and carefully began to push into him. He contracted again, and she stalled until he allowed her in, letting the lubrication do its work, easing her deeper as the boy clenched, unclenched, writhed and squirmed, but not away from her, rather pushing back, helping her deepen the penetration. Her fingertip touched the soft swell of his prostate gland, still dormant, unaware of the pleasures it would bring him sooner that it should, but then she felt the boy gasp when she massaged it and the grip tightened. The god was right in his choice. The boy was totally precocious.
Of course and orgasm was out of the question, but Mihaelis was definitely enjoying her touch, purring like a cat, twisting his body either way making her finger rub him where he wanted. Without the closure of a climax, the pleasure didn’t have the rise to it, but it was constant and unending. When Alkestis considered it was enough, she slowly withdrew her finger, as Mihaelis raised his hips following her movement, trying to prevent her from doing so.
Once out of him, he fell back on the bed and gave a growl of disappointment.
- Did you like it? - She knew from previous experience he had, as he nodded and sighed.
- This is what the boys in camp probably want to do to you, not ready yet to do what the god did. - She assured him.
- It’s different when you do it, I can feel you care for me, they don’t, they only want their pleasure…- He suddenly went quiet.
- Like the god? - Alkestis whispered.
- I didn’t feel love from him…- He shrugged, not wanting to offend her.
- He’s made of marble, that could explain it, even if the god was in the statue, it’s still not flesh. - She leant down and kissed the dip at the beginning of his buttocks.
Her tongue made him slither and chuckle. He was gorgeous, young as he was. She spread him gently with both hands, licking all the way down to his slick opening, then kissing the inside of his thighs, high up, first one, then the other. He pushed his warm ass into her face and she nipped him playfully making him grunt.
- Alright, enough for a first lesson, still you have a right to chose who you want to receive it from. - Alkestis spanked him smartly and pushing her hands under his stomach, helped him up.
- Well, I don’t like the boys at the camp, they’re bony and they never bathe. - He frowned.
- Yes, they smell rancid from the sweat and oil. I can’t blame you. - She watched him smirk. - What’s that about? -
- Do you think Eucippides would like to help you with me? - He smirked again.
A soft knock on the door interrupted Alkestis’ answer and she went to find a priestess who whispered into her ear, making her smile.
- I think you can ask him right away. He’s outside, quite worried, asking about you…- She hugged Mihaelis affectionately and placing her hand on the small of his back, she led him out of the temple to the ilarch.
ALIENS FULL TILT!