Spartans 1

By Pueros

for Tom

Chapter 1 – Defeats

(Thermopylae, Greece, August 480 B.C.)

The sole Spartan survivor of the battle of Thermopylae was a 14 years old boy, raised harshly from birth to be a soldier. He was using his nimble speed to ferry verbal messages between the various allied Greek commanders when he had inadvertently stumbled into a large enemy patrol. To aid the performance of his role, the lad was unencumbered by armour or weaponry except for a small knife. However, realising that escape was impossible, he did not hesitate in attacking the Persians, expecting a glorious death. Unfortunately, his expectation was not forthcoming as a glancing blow to his head from a sword knocked him out instead.

The boy’s capture was to have unhappy repercussions both for himself and the Greek allies. As a consequence of failing to deliver his message from the Spartan commander, Leonidas, to the Phocians, the latter withdrew instead of blocking the advance of the Persian Immortals to the heights above the rest of the Greek army, effectively losing the battle. Leonidas called a council of war and ordered the mixed contingents from the Peloponnese, 2800 in all, to withdraw to safety whilst the remaining 1400 Spartans, with some Boeotians and Thespians, held off the whole of the enemy army. Not a single Spartan survived the subsequent heroic stand.

The boy was taken in chains, with other captives, back to Persia to be enslaved. He was ashamed to have survived be the one Spartan amongst the many prisoners and tried to make up for this by resolutely refusing to cow to his captors. They had beaten and tortured him regularly in order to try to crush his iron will, although taking great care to prevent permanent damage because such a pretty youngster, once broken, should fetch a high price in the slave market. It was also to maintain this value that the 14 years old’s virginity had been preserved. However, by the time the Empire’s capital had been reached three months later, the lad had still not submitted.

(Susa, Persia, November 480 B.C.)

The boy was dragged in chains to the specialist workshop, where he was stripped naked and thrown into a cell. He was left alone without food for a week, although he was allowed water. Some purgative was then forced down the physically weakened lad’s throat, causing him to empty the minimal contents of his stomach from both ends, before being washed with cold soapy water from a bucket.

The young Spartan was finally dragged to the main working area of the establishment, a small room with a large window letting sunlight illuminate proceedings. The window also permitted local children to peer inside to watch the fun. The room’s only furnishing was a sturdy wooden table of great age but still functional. Four leather straps were firmly affixed to each corner.

The boy, recognising the use of the table, struggled mightily but ultimately unsuccessfully to prevent himself from being bound face-up and spreadeagled onto its smooth cool surface, purple in colour as a result of much use and many resultant sanguine stains over a number of decades.

Having secured his latest client immovably in place, with the help of his slaves, the craftsman gagged the young Spartan to stop his noisy shouting and protect his sweet lips and tongue from being damaged by his own teeth. The man then tied the youngster’s ball sac tightly round the base and gently smeared the completely smooth genitals with special oil, a by-product of these actions being an involuntary rapid growth of the 14 years old’s cock.

The man paused for a while to allow the genital tie to show that it was performing its function by turning the young Spartan’s scrotum dark red. As he did so, he watched the boy’s swollen cock still managing to throb and ooze precum. The man eventually picked up the instrument of his craft and, holding the lad’s erection with his left hand, introduced the knife to the young sac with his right, aiming the tip of the blade at the junction with the underside of the hardened penis. The appalled and terrified 14 years old, nodding vigorously but uselessly to try to convey ‘No’, felt the knife enter his ball sac and his body uncontrollably shudder and enter orgasm.

The castrator ignored the common ejaculation of semen that accompanied the ejection of blood as he moved the incision the appropriate distance downwards. He then expertly squeezed the scrotum to expose the left testicle, which was soon falling onto the tabletop after further speedy and skilful use of the razor-sharp blade. Severed testis then quickly became testes.

The castrator cauterised the wound with a red-hot poker from a nearby brazier, causing the new eunuch to faint, before he threw the extracted testicles to the excited group of giggling boys watching the unmanning of the young foreigner through the window.

(Susa, Persia, December 480 B.C.)

The young very rare Spartan eunuch, recovered from his gelding, went to the slave market to be bought, at an extremely high price, as the latest catamite of a Persian noble. The now utterly dispirited boy went submissively to his fate. The castrator, observing the sale of the naked 14 years old, clearly displaying his craftsmanship, now received the bonus that he had been promised by the Imperial agent responsible for disposing of King Xerxes’ human trophies of war. He remarked, as the gold coins were placed in the hand that had been responsible for emasculating thousands, “I told you, even Spartan resolve is broken and defeated by the loss of manhood!”

(Plataea, Greece, August 479 B.C.)

13 years old Lysander was a Spartan scout, making use of his own nimble speed, linked to useful camouflaging diminutive size, to spy on the Persian positions. He had already reported much key data about the strong enemy encampment on the far bank of the River Asopus back to his commander, Pausanias, who had deployed the allied Greek army on the heights of Cithaeron to the south, when he received a request for more. To ascertain the necessary information, the boy would have to cross the river. As dusk approached and the light began to fade, the lad therefore divested himself of his clothing and, naked and unarmed, slid into the cool water and began to swim for the far embankment, hoping not to be spotted.

The nude young Spartan eventually emerged dripping wet and shivering slightly on the other side and hid amongst some bulrushes for a while before slowly advancing through undergrowth towards the Persian emplacements. He came to a clearing that he would have to traverse before making final progress. The boy paused but all seemed quiet and lonely. He therefore decided to run for the cover on the other side. He was half way towards his destination when a fierce force of Persians stood up from their hiding places in the bushes. The lad turned to flee whence he came but saw more enemy appearing behind him. His swim had been observed after all and his spying mission defeated as a result.

Lysander had no weapons to try to prevent capture, apart from the naked limbs with which he was born, and another defeat of intention seemed inevitable.

(To be continued in chapter 2 – ‘Marathons’)