Spartans 5

By Pueros

for Tom

Chapter 5 – Harem

(Susa, Persia, November 479 B.C.)

The castrator held Alexias’ erection with his left hand as he placed the blade of his extremely sharp knife, responsible for emasculating thousands, against the junction of the Athenian’s lower penis and scrotum. The boy continued his fruitless struggles to break free of his bondage but he was immovably spreadeagled. The vigorous shaking of his head to try to convey ‘No’ and the tears on his lovely face also produced no results as the craftsman was now ready to fulfil his task. The man paused before proceeding, looking at the royal agent to be granted permission to geld the 13 years old. Impatient loud shouts to go ahead came from the youngsters at the window, some girls’ voices being the most vibrant.

“No, please, no,” screamed Lysander, “not him! Me, castrate me, not Alexias, please, please, I beg you!” He was countered by roars of “Go! Go!” from outside. The agent cast his eyes away from the table to observe the naked pleading Spartan, 13 years old cock embarrassingly harder than ever. “But we’re going to remove your testicles anyway,” commented the official, “so why shouldn’t we just carry on?”

“Please, please, I’ll do anything” Lysander entreated; “have my balls not Alexias’. Please, I beg you!” The smirking agent replied with one word “Anything?”

“Anything,” repeated Lysander. The royal official turned back to the castrator and nodded to another shrieked “No!” from the young Spartan. However, the craftsman did not commence his work but withdrew the knife from the terrified Athenian’s genitals.

The agent re-approached Lysander and squeezed the boy’s ball sac, increasing the volume of tears in the lad’s sensuous eyes. “Anything?” he queried again. “Anything” was again the response, this time even more anguished as the 13 years old’s scrotum was compressed with venom.

“Then, you will submit to the will of the Great King,” asked the official, “performing well all that is required of you?” Lysander’s balls felt like they were being crushed as the man’s grip did not relent but the boy managed to splutter “Yes, sir, anything!” “Are you sure?” the man questioned, tightening his hold even more, eliciting a yelp from the lad. However, the 13 years old eventually stuttered “Yes, sir, anything. The pledge of a Spartan is never broken!”

The agent’s smile broadened and he let go of Lysander’s tortured scrotum. “We’ll see,” the man remarked, “but your promise has saved your friend’s testicles for now and you can keep your own as well. However, if you ever renege both you and he will be back here without delay!” The relief on the faces of the two 13 years old faces was palpable, as vivid as the looks of deep disappointment on the visages of the youngsters outside the window.

The young Greeks were relieved of the cords that were tied around their agonised deep red scrotums before being released from their bondage, redressed in their aprons and returned to the caged wagon to go back to the palace. After the boys had been led away, the castrator received the bonus that he had been promised if his suggestion worked. He had believed that threatening the masculinity of the young Spartan’s closest companion would break the lad from Lakedaemon without the need for castrating either. 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 prospective loss of honour in allowing a friend to be irreparably damaged in front of his eyes!”

The ploy had been required because the Great King had unexpectedly expressed the desire to have a still-whole young Spartan subjugate himself to his royal will. The broken boy could always be emasculated later. The agent had not known at first how this could be done and had therefore consulted the craftsman, who could usually be relied upon to produce good ideas to such problems.

Lysander again saw the leader of his enemy, Xerxes, sat on a magnificent throne at the far end of a large ornately decorated chamber, surrounded by his officials. However, this time his eyes did not display defiance but his true overwhelming emotions, shame and fear.

The royal chamberlain, after nodding to the eunuch escorts to release their hold on Lysander, again spoke on his Great King’s behalf.

“You may prostrate yourself to the Great King of the Persians!” the official announced. The chamberlain smiled as the young Spartan slowly complied, lying face down and stretched out on the cool marble.

The chamberlain kept the boy in that position for a while, glancing at Xerxes as he did so and seeing that the Great King also displayed a broad grin.

The court official eventually suggested to the deeply humiliated Lysander “You may rise now!” The boy, still exhibiting a bruise on his brow as a result of his earlier reluctance to submit, now meekly complied, keeping his gorgeous abashed eyes focused on the floor in front of him.

The chamberlain looked at his royal master, who nodded, and so the official commanded the young Spartan “Strip!” Lysander slowly and reluctantly reached for the buckle on his apron, his hands shaking, but the garment soon fell to the floor. The boy, used to nudity in Greece, now blushed again from head to toe whilst being viewed in that state of undress by the enemy, discomfort reinforced by display of a continued unwanted erection.

Lysander was required to show off his immaculate form to Xerxes from all angles, even bending over and prising his own bumcheeks apart so that his virginity could again be assured. The Great King was now even more delighted with what he saw, young Spartan beauty combined with broken spirit.

After the latest viewing had been completed and Lysander had prostrated himself again, the chamberlain informed the nude boy, body covered in goosepimples as a result of the marble’s coolness as he maintained his demeaning posture, “You are to be punished for your previous impertinence to the Great King. Some public executions of criminals take place tomorrow in the main square. You will provide the crowd with preliminary entertainment as your disrobed body is flogged. Afterwards, you will begin, with your Greek associates, the training required to join the Great King’s boy harem. You may now stand, redress and go!” The appalled young Spartan humbly obeyed.

Lysander was escorted back to the dormitory but did not have to be held on the way as his disciplined compliance to all orders was now assured. Alexias awaited him in the now otherwise unoccupied quarters, although they would be joined a few days later by the castrated but recovering Phocian and Theban.

Alexias would be unable to comfort his friend, whilst he awaited public flagellation on the following day, with sexual attentions as the flaccid genitals of both boys, aprons removed and after toileting, were now covered by a servant with hard tight-fitting leather cups. The tiny but effective chastity fittings were firmly tied in place around the base of their sexual organs with integrated leather cords. The minuscule garment would be easy to take off but, where the ends of the cord met, a wax seal had been put in place, guaranteeing that removal without permission was easily discernible. The lads were advised that the punishment for so doing would be both humiliating and excruciating. They were also told that the cruelly frustrating accoutrement would be a regular feature as future sexual outlet was to be exclusively with their new royal master, who might find time to make use of their favours perhaps four times a year if they were lucky.

After the servant had departed, and with Lysander’s mind elsewhere, Alexias looked between his own legs. All he could see where his genitals should be dangling was the leather attachment encasing his sexual organs. The young Athenian tried to squeeze the cover but it retained its hard shape and tears formed in his eyes as he realised that not only would masturbation be impossible but also erection. The tears increased as this thought induced pain by masochistically encouraging his trapped cock to want the impossibility of growth.

Lysander was not unaccustomed to being beaten, Spartan boys often suffering in this way for minor indiscretions. The lad was therefore less fearful of the pain than the fact that it would be inflicted on his naked body before a mass of the enemy, including females, which he considered deeply degrading. However, the 13 years old knew that it was a fate that he could no longer try to avoid, the royal agent’s manipulation of his protective feelings for his friend having totally succeeded.

Lysander did not sleep much overnight because of his worry over his impending shame and Alexias’ verbal morning encouragement to try to appease the obvious hurt to his young Spartan pride had had little success by the time the palace guards came to collect him.

After ordering Lysander to strip to wash and groom himself, the guards gave the boy a minuscule white thong, bearing Xerxes’ insignia, to wear. The tiny garment left little to the imagination as to what it was barely covering and the symbol indicated to all to whom the property belonged. The guards then escorted the near-nude young Spartan out of the dormitory, leaving Alexias to become acquainted with some older palace eunuchs who would start to introduce the young Athenian to the ways of the Great King’s boy harem.

The unrestrained Lysander was led along a myriad of corridors, grim and gloomy because they were not part of the royal quarters, until the small party eventually emerged into the huge busy courtyard located at the rear of the palace. Two bearded skirted soldiers waited to receive the young Spartan from the palace guards. One held a wooden yoke whilst the other had possession of a leather crop.

The heavy contraption was humiliatingly fitted to Lysander and he quickly found his head poking through the central hole whilst his outstretched hands were chained to the sides. A smack of the crop across the boy’s lustrous naked buttocks soon indicated that the soldiers wanted him to move and the threesome walked towards the courtyard gate, the beautiful 13 years old receiving many lecherous stares as they proceeded.

Progress to Susa’s main square, where the public executions and Lysander’s flogging were to take place, was slow as the narrow streets outside the palace complex were crowded with people going about their normal business or making for the plaza to see the action. The pace was also dictated by the heavy humiliating load being carried by the young penitent.

The stares from passers-by, appreciating the unsurpassed beauty of Lysander’s splendid body, continued but fortunately the abashed boy could not understand the rude insults flung at him from men, women and children because they were shouted in Persian. However, the clear visual and vocal attention being accorded to the 13 years old created unwanted guilty excitement in his loins, causing his cock to grow and the thong to balloon outwards. The obvious evidence of sexual arousal, combined with the excellent side view it now provided of the youngster’s smooth balls, intensified the volume, in all senses of that word, of ribald comments, now accompanied by much pointing and laughter.

The blushing Lysander had never been so ashamed as the long walk to the main square continued, his only consolation being that the presence of his military escorts and the perpetual shade within the narrow thoroughfares prevented harm to his gorgeous form from respectively lustful men and scorching overhead sun. However, all knew that the boy’s lovely body would suffer once his destination was reached, which occurred an hour before midday, the executions being scheduled for noon. The soldier with the crop had used the implement more to create a path to aid passage than to chastise their charge into speedier progress. Nevertheless, the lad’s back and bare bottom came to display a few vivid red stripes, indicating that occasional utilisation had been deemed necessary.

As Lysander finally entered the huge main square, the boy, wearied by his load despite Spartan fitness, saw the large wooden platform that had been built in the middle of the paved plaza. The construction had a number of vertical posts, interconnected by crossbeams and each with shackles attached to the top and bottom. The lad’s abashment intensified as the sight caused his cock to harden further and the precum stain on his thong to broaden. The 13 years old had previously experienced humiliating erection when being beaten in the military barracks of his homeland and realised that it appeared that such disgraceful display was about to be repeated in front of thousands of the enemy. He prayed to his gods that his shame would not be compounded by the lick of the whip making him cum, as it had done once before.

The soldiers encountered some difficulty in escorting Lysander to the platform through the massive raucous throng of eagerly anticipative spectators. However, they eventually accomplished the feat, although not before many people had made use of crowd anonymity to achieve a quick grope of one part or another of the boy’s superlative form, targeting his loins in particular. It was almost a relief for the young Spartan to climb the steps to where he was to be publicly stripped and flogged.

The bearded army officer, who was supervising events, was waiting for the preliminary entertainment to arrive with an evil looking whip in his hand. He ordered Lysander’s escorts to suspend the boy from the crossbeam connecting the two central posts. As this was done, the lad tried to prevent the fear that he felt rapidly developing within him, subsuming his shame, from showing in his eyes or body, but the latter began to shiver slightly despite the fierce overhead sun that now beat down on the near-nude 13 years old.

The officer took up position behind Lysander, now dangling from the crossbeam with feet manacled together and metal painfully eating into his wrists. As the man reached out for the little bow on the side of the waistcord that held the boy’s thong in place, the lad’s rampant cockhead began to protrude from the side of the minuscule garment. A long string of precum also started to drool downwards onto the floor of the platform. The redness of the 13 years old’s face deepened as, even though he did not understand Persian, he guessed why the nearest of the many spectators started again to laugh, point and shout.

The crowd’s reaction caused the officer to pause and return to Lysander’s front. He too joined in the tittering at the sight before eventually resuming his position at the disgraced boy’s rear.

Lysander soon felt the officer’s hand fiddling with the bow of his thong and the boy closed his eyes to try to prevent the tears that were forming from being noticed. However, he could not prevent his fully aroused genitalia from being seen as the man finally succeeded with his initial task, the precum stained white skimpy garment falling to the floor. Raucous cheers resounded around the square as a 13 years old erection was given complete freedom, the owner’s degradation compounded by the knowledge that the Persians, unlike the Greeks, frowned on public nudity apart from when its application was in respect of miscreants.

Lysander was fearful of the lash but not as much as he was scared of his body’s reaction to it. He was a Spartan and he prayed to his gods that his enemy did not see resultant tears or screaming or, even more demeaningly, orgasm. The boy knew that the first strike was now imminent and he could not prevent himself from opening his sensuous damp blue eyes to look downwards. He saw the little slit in the middle of his wet vertical cockhead peering straight back up at him, oozing clear fluid. However, his acute embarrassment was overwhelmed by pain as, to renewed cheering, the first blow from the whip struck his back, adding spectacularly to the small collection of red stripes already present.

Lysander bit his lip to prevent a scream but the second blow to his swaying back caused him to utter a low yelp. The third finally elicited the first scream. However, it was the application of the ninth hit, the first to the boy’s buttocks, that caused the lad to bend his knees and raise them towards his belly, despite the heavy manacles attached to his feet. The 13 years old’s body visibly quaked as his bottom soon encountered thin leather again but he was silent as his cock produced a veritable fountain of semen, splashing all over his front torso and up as far as his face. The humiliation not the pain now caused the young Spartan to cry profusely.

The officer landed another four expert blows across the now continuously sobbing and shrieking Lysander’s bum before advancing towards the young agonised body to inspect his work. He rubbed his right forefinger along several of the hot red stripes that he had created, lingering at the blood that had erupted from some of the linear intersections. The boy had been sentenced to 16 lashes and the man was happy that application of the last two would cause no permanent harm if directed carefully. He had received instructions from the palace to avoid such damage and he complied as he now returned his attentions to the lad’s back.

Lysander’s cock, glistening with spilt cum, was still rigid as the penultimate blow was delivered and he again lifted his knees as the wilfully disobedient organ re-erupted with the final hit. The tearful boy, in his acute agony and degradation, was now oblivious to happenings around him and he could afterwards not recall how long he was left dangling before eventually fainting when salt was finally applied to his wounds. Sadly, such unconsciousness was short-lived as the lad was re-awakened, by a bucket of cold water thrown over him, so that he could fully enjoy the excruciating remedial process.

Lysander was now joined on the platform by the ten criminals condemned to death, all already naked. They were suspended from crossbeams either side of the young Spartan but with their legs chained in a splayed posture to the side posts.

Lysander, despite his intense anguish, noticed that the criminals either side of him were both handsome youths, aged about 16, and wondered what they could have done to deserve execution. The boy was never to find out but was to watch the start of the process by which they would die for the officer now approached the front of the lad to the left of the young Spartan. The man no longer held a whip but now possessed a knife.

The officer ignored the loud entreaties from the crying youth as he introduced the knife to the underneath of the lad’s genitals, smooth apart from a neat crown of pubic hair, the only other hirsute patches on the 16 years old’s body being small growths in his armpits. The man grasped the screaming youth’s erect genitals firmly with his left hand as he began the upward incision that would nullify the terrified lad. He ignored the gush of sperm that splattered his uniform as he proficiently accomplished his task to renewed cheering from the spectators, which increased when he held up the severed sexual organs for all to see.

The officer threw the genitalia onto the floor under the new eunuch before moving his attentions to the youth on the other side of Lysander. He took no action to stem the copious loss of blood from his first victim’s wound as the lad, like the others, was to be allowed to bleed to death. The knife would be used to restart the fatal flow of sanguine fluid if it was ever stopped by congelation.

The first youth’s genitals were soon joined on the floor by another nine sets of male sexual organs but fortunately Lysander was unchained and removed from the platform before death overwhelmed his companions. The whipped boy, painful stripes on his back and bottom now a bright purple, was to remain naked as he was now yoked again for the long humiliating and now agonising walk back to the palace.

Lysander, as appalled at what he had just seen as the watching throng had been delighted, was also now more ashamed of the dried cum on his body and face than his nudity on the return journey, although his re-aroused cock caused him much distress. The close-up sight of the lovely bare form, with misbehaving penis, additionally led to a repetition of the coarse behaviour from the many passers-by encountered on the way by the young Spartan and his two soldier escorts.

Lysander was eventually handed back over to the palace guards. However, he was not then returned to the dormitory for he was instead to join Alexias in the luxurious quarters of the Great King’s boy harem, where he and the young Athenian were to share resplendent accommodation whilst they were trained to be good royal whores. Middle-aged eunuchs carefully and proficiently washed the lad’s body and tendered to his wounds, before encouraging him to drink and eat a little. After suggesting that he toilet, they reapplied the chastity attire to the compliant 13 years old’s loins and left him to sleep, alone as his friend was still receiving instruction elsewhere.

One of the eunuchs later happily remarked to his colleagues that it appeared that the young Spartan’s fortitude and morale were now completely broken. He also wondered aloud how long Xerxes would allow the boy and his companion to keep their balls after their virginity had been taken away, as the Great King’s other young male sexual playthings were all geldings.

(To be continued in chapter 6 – ‘Catamites’)