Athenian Boys, 460 BC - Part 2 by Bill (bil47_new@yahoo.com)
[NOTE: Part 1 of this story was published several weeks ago. Go back and read it if you have not yet done so. It and all my other stories are in Nifty's Prolific Author index, listed under "Bill".]
"(Ahem)... Jason?" Timarcus, the wealthy middle-aged Athenian broke the erotically-charged silence and suppressed a grin as Jason looked up sheepishly.
Jason had been totally distracted, almost hypnotized, by the sight of the slaveboy who stood naked before him. Dov, one of the beautiful 12-year-old identical twin slaves who were Timarcus's personal servants, had been sensuously fingering his prepubescent erection... with his back to his master and only a few feet from where Jason sat. Pursing his full red lips, Dov mimed a kiss toward Jason before turning around and walking back to his master's side.
"I will be leaving Athens early tomorrow morning on a military mission. The Council has decreed that a detachment of our navy go to the island of Thasos, which you no doubt have heard is in rebellion against the League of Greek States. I am certain that Thasos will relent and pay their annual assessment after we have sunk a few of their ships and put their treasonous leaders in chains. But I must assume that it will be at least a week before my ship returns. With my sons grown and burdened with their own responsibilities, I will depend on you to be the man of the household. You will stand in my place, issuing orders through Sohrab, regarding the affairs of the villa. Additionally, each afternoon you will ride down to the shipyard to observe the progress on my newest commercial vessel. Talk to each of the foremen and prepare a daily report that I may read when I return. If you need further counsel in any of these matters, send a message to my elder son and he will assist you."
Jason was speechless for a long moment, but then excitedly proclaimed "Thank you, Mentor! I will justify your confidence in me."
"I know that you will, Jason."
Timarcus ran his hand over Dov's baby-smooth ass before he spoke again. "You may sleep here in my personal quarters during my absence.... And as master of the house, you may of course bring any of my household slaves to your bed to pleasure you." With a look back to Danni, who was sitting on the bed and softly playing the lyre, Timarcus smiled and added, "and I would be disappointed if you did not allow my little twin treasures to show you some of their special skills...."
Jason glanced over at Dov. The lad's dark eyes burned right into the 15-year-old's soul with a smouldering look of mature sensuality that would have been frightening if it were not so arousing. Dov's pretty mouth parted slightly, and the tip of his tongue made a slow circuit around his lips. With effort, Jason averted his gaze, lest he become lost in his erotic thoughts of Dov and Danni... and of their "special skills".
"That will be all, Jason. I will be gone when you awake in the morning. Confer with Sohrab first thing, before you leave for your studies at the Academy. You will need to direct him regarding household activities for the day."
"Very well, Mentor. Good sailing to you, and a fresh breeze to return you home." He kissed the man formally and left... but not before glancing once again at each twin.
Darkness had fallen, and Jason retired to his small, plainly furnished room and removed his linen tunic. As he lay naked on the narrow bed, a swirl of emotions coursed through his brain. He would have such responsibility! But what an honor and a learning opportunity it would be. And the thought of bedding the beautiful and exotic twins! His cock throbbed to a quick erection in his hand as he contemplated the possibilities. As he fantasized the pleasures he would experience with the boyslaves, he masturbated his cock with the impetuously rapid strokes of youthful lust, quickly spurting his seed up onto his hairless chest and belly. That settled his excitement a bit, and he basked in the afterglow of orgasm as he drifted off to sleep.
"Master?... Master?... It is time to awaken."
Jason opened his eyes to the sight of the household's butler, Sohrab, standing beside his bed in the morning light. The implication of word "master" finally penetrated Jason's foggy brain. He actually WAS the master -- however temporarily -- of one of the great villas of Athens. He had 15 slaves who now answered to him as they would to their real master, Timarcus.
"May we converse about the day's activities?" said the 25-year- old eunuch quietly. "I will wash and dress you as we talk, if you wish."
Jason yawned. "Certainly. Proceed, Sohrab." The wiry adolescent tossed the light blanket aside, rose up out of bed and stretched. The Persian slave was already speaking about household matters as he fetched a bowl of water and sponge and a clean white tunic. Jason was not the least bit embarrassed by the morning erection that stood up at his crotch -- a firm 6-inch cock of youthful slender proportions, framed by a sparse nest of dark hair. But he was aware that Sohrab's eyes were drawn to it, and he was amused at the effeminate slave's fascination.
The slave dipped the sponge, squeezed it out, and ran it lightly over Jason's chest and shoulders. He scrubbed more firmly to clean off some crusty residue of cum on the youth's torso. All the while, he was talking about work assignments for the household staff, minor maintenance tasks to be carried out, the food that would be purchased and prepared for that days's meals. Jason didn't know that these were matters that Timarcus routinely left to his butler's discretion; the master had directed that they be made with Jason's approval so that he might have a taste of decision-making.
Sohrab sank to his knees to sponge the lower part of Jason's body, dabbing the sponge over the boy's rigid erection and around his dangling balls, then down his legs as he knelt before the boy. Finally he stood up and put the sponge aside.
"There are no other matters for your approval at present, Master. I will carry out your wishes," said the slave as he unfolded the tunic and held it open to be slipped over Jason's arms and head.
"Please know that I will do all in my power to assist you. And if there is any service I can provided... any service at all, Master...." As he was saying this, Sohrab glanced at the boy's tumescent penis.
Jason smiled. It was so obvious -- not just this morning but on previous occasions -- that the slave was signaling his very willing availability. But though Jason was ready for a good orgasm (he typically masturbated first thing each morning), he did not find the eunuch particularly arousing. There was none of the instant lust that he experienced whenever he thought about the young twins or about his classmate Niklo... or various other classmates at the Athenian Academy for that matter. Although Sohrab's face was certainly appealing, the almost-female softness of his body was the very opposite of the Greek ideal. But Jason had no doubt that the Persian was talented in the ways of imparting sexual pleasure, recalling the time he briefly observed the slave orally serving Timarcus in a remote corner of the villa's gardens. Jason was at a distance but had gazed on the scene for several minutes with voyeuristic arousal before discretely withdrawing.
"Yes, Sohrab; there is a service you may provide...." Jason reached down to his erection, his fingertips sliding the foreskin down to fully expose the dark red crown, saying in a matter-of- fact tone "take care of this with your mouth. But you must be quick about it. I've a busy day."
Sohrab was not at all offended by the blunt nature of the order. Such directness was the appropriate protocol for exchanges between a slave and a citizen -- and even more so between slave and master.
"Right away, Master." His voice remained calm and deferential as he returned to his knees, but his senses glowed with hungry delight. The handsome youth had finally responded to his advances. Perhaps a quick sampling of oral techniques might convince the lad of the slave's desirability. The eunuch may have lacked a masculine sex-drive, but he had been tantalized for months by thoughts of being fucked vigorously by the boy. Sohrab so missed the days of his youth when he had been his master's favorite bed partner... and had been given as a special treat for the night to honored house-guests. These days he usually had to seduce the crude and slow-witted Thracian stableboy to satisfy his desire to take a cock in his mouth... and his absolute craving to be anally penetrated.
The eunuch's hands did not touch Jason at first -- only his mouth. Wrapping his lips around the cockhead, half-hidden by foreskin, Sohrab bathed it with gentle swirls of his tongue for a few moments and then moved his wet lips down... all the way down... in one smooth plunge, until his mouth was pressing against Jason's pubic hair. The adolescent boy moaned softly as the head of his stiff penis entered the slave's throat. The eunuch brought his mouth up, sucking a vacuum with his sealed wet lips, then quickly down, causing the cockhead to once again penetrate his throat.
Five times in quick succession he expertly swallowed the erection. Then, leaving the stiff penis embedded after the fifth such entrance, the slave's throat muscles made undulating motions around it as he subtly moved his head up and down, sliding along the cock only a fraction of an inch. Jason had never been sucked like this, and pleasure rushed through his body. Then there was a quiet low humming sound that reached Jason's ears at the same instant that a new surge of stimulation surrounded his cockhead. Sohrab's larynx was producing a guttural buzzing that caused intense vibrations around the entrapped top of the boy's penis, bringing sensations that were quite unlike anything Jason had ever experienced. The teenager's body tensed and his fingers entwined tightly in the slave's hair and he gasped at the powerful stimulus.
"AGH!... How do you do that?!"
The 25-year-old eunuch glanced up at the boy, eyes twinkling. He thought back to his time at the Persian royal court, so many years before, when he was gelded and then expertly trained as a boy-courtesan. The teachers had been thorough in imparting their ancient knowledge to the numerous young pleasure-slaves like himself.
His lips rose up again and his tongue writhed around the 6-inch erection like a slippery snake, swirling intensely around the cockhead and then pulling off the cock completely. Now the slave's hand came up and grasped the adolescent phallus, pulling the skin down tightly so that the purple cockhead stood out prominently... exposed and delightfully vulnerable. Sohrab smiled and took the mushroom of flesh between his lips again. But instead of sliding down the shaft, he concentrated on the top inch, from piss-slit to just below the slightly-flared ridge -- licking and nibbling and sucking, teasing the taut skin aggressively. The intensity increased when he began twisting his head vigorously from side to side, causing his lips to rotate around the hyper-sensitive ridge. Jason knew that this would indeed be a quick suck... and he moaned for the slave to finish him off. But there was yet another level of sexual pleasure for Jason to attain....
"Ahhhh! By the goddess Athena! I can hardly bear it!" Jason's nervous system was feeling the most incredible blast of sensation in all of the youth's 15 years -- Sohrab was gently scraping his teeth along Jason's cockhead as his tongue-tip probed the tiny piss-slit. This was clearly not the unintentional tooth-scraping of an inexperienced 13-year-old student at the Academy. It was the well-measured infliction of the most exquisite kind of pleasure-pain, causing Jason to cry out in glorious erotic agony. Just as it seemed that the sensation was about to cross the threshold into true discomfort, the slave's mouth plunged down again, deep-throating the boy's cock.
With Jason's balls cradled firmly in his hand, the eunuch began the final push to orgasm, running his lips and tongue up and down the shaft, as the head of Jason's cock was being masturbated by the muscles of Sohrab's talented throat. Jason's mind was out of control with lust... his hips bucking in frantic thrusts... his hands riding the slave's bobbing head.
"AHHH, YESSSS!" he cried out, as he climaxed in powerful spasms of sexual release. "Oh gods, YES!"
The slave held the throbbing cock all the way in his throat, the circles of muscle massaging out the last dribbles of the hot cum as he swallowed repeatedly. Sohrab finally released the glistening penis from his mouth as Jason's erection started retreated to softness. The entire session of pleasuring had taken less than three minutes... a blur of erotic virtuosity that left the boy speechless at first.
Sohrab rose to his feet and casually picked up the clean tunic, again holding it out for Jason to slip into. His demeanor revealed no hint of the intense sexuality that had just concluded.
"That was absolutely... uh... it was... cleverly done," said Jason awkwardly as he slipped into the garment. It would be inappropriate to speak too effusively about the actions of a slave. Then he spoke with more self-assurance: "I will go to the shipyard at Piraeus directly from the Academy to view the progress on my mentor's ship. You will arrange for a horse?"
"Of course, Master. And... thank you for allowing me to serve you." Though his words were soft and deferential, the slave's eyes betrayed his continuing desires -- which were boosted considerably when Jason nodded, with a trace of a friendly smile on his lips.
Jason couldn't concentrate on his lessons at the Academy. His life was now so full of new challenges and experiences and expectations. He gushed to his best friend Niklo about the exciting implications.
"Niklo; you must come stay with me tonight! We could have the twins serve us together. It would be incredible!"
"I am sorry, Jason.... Yes, it would be fun, but I have to attend to duty. My mentor is under stress at this time of crisis for the League of Greek States... the very reason why your mentor has sailed off and left you with his pretty slaveboys. Pericles says that my love and companionship bring him peace after a day of trouble. I would not abandon his needs for the sake of a little fun."
"You are right... as always," said Jason with a note of friendly sarcasm in his voice. "I just wish that the great Pericles had a pretty boyslave or two who could replace you in his bed on occasion." He kissed Niklo quickly on the lips, and they both ran to their next class.
After wrestling practice, Jason had no time for the pleasures of the bathing pool. He went to the Academy's gate and looked about. He spotted one of his mentor's horses tied to a tree, with the 18-year-old stableboy sitting against the same tree, asleep.
"Pelus! Wake up, fool! Bring me the horse!" His sharp words got the desired response from the lazy Thracian slave, who was far stronger of body than of mind.
The bare-chested stableboy got to his feet and prepared the horse. Jason studied the almost-mature youth, noticing his strong arms, muscular chest, and tight butt. He felt the tingling of sexual arousal and concluded that the husky slave might be an interesting bed partner... but only after he had become satiated with the twins.
Pelus clasped his hands together for Jason to step on as he mounted the horse. Jason was off at a trot, eager to cover the 6 miles to the waterfront at Piraeus and carry out his assignment. It took more than an hour to question each of the shipbuilding foremen and take notes on the wax-covered tablets he carried, but he felt increasing self-confidence as he went along and knew that it would be quicker the next day. Finally, he was back on his mentor's horse and galloping toward the city.
Jason hopped down from the stallion, tired but exhilarated. He handed the reins to the stableboy and made his way to the villa. Approaching the back entrance, he saw Dov and Danni washing and drying the pots and serving plates from that evening's dinner. Both wore only short, pleated kilts of white linen, their feet and torsos bare... typical summer attire for the boys -- except when they were with their master in his personal quarters, when they were invariably naked.
"So I missed the evening meal, eh?"
"Welcome, Master!" said Danni in a bubbly voice, "we will serve you in the private quarters, just as we do when our master -- our other master -- arrives late. Shall we serve you now, or do you wish that we finish our kitchen duties?"
"Finish up here. I will wash off the smell of horse before I pay my regards to my mentor's wife and consult with Sohrab. Then I'll take my meal. And then... well, perhaps we may need to get to bed early this evening," he said with a smile.
"Yes, Master!!" giggled both boys in unison as they looked first at Jason and then at each other.
As he walked away, Jason was grinning broadly... his life was at such a peak at this moment. To have carried out his mentor's assignments with competence and self-confidence... hearing the sexy little twins calling him "Master"... his thoughts of the pleasures that awaited. Yes; life was good.
His first stop was the small bathing pool in the villa's central courtyard. He quickly stripped and eased his body into the water, glad to be getting rid of the road-dust and sweat. As he stepped out, Sohrab appeared with a towel and a short toga (an "exomis") belonging to Timarcus. The eunuch dried Jason's body and secured the loose material over his left shoulder with a fine gold clasp, leaving his right shoulder uncovered. The skimpy garment came down only to mid-thigh, and Sohrab thought to himself how sexy the youth looked... though the eunuch was resigned to the knowledge that he could not compete with the twins for Jason's attention this night.
"The finest cloth, Master. They call it silk. Made in a land beyond the farthest reach of Persia. " The youth had never felt such fabric. When it brushed against his skin -- especially against his cock -- the sensation was exquisitely sensuous.
Jason finally reached the large room that was the private domain of his mentor, finding the twins waiting for him, knowing grins on their faces.
"Come. Sit here. You must be tired, Master. Let us take care of you," said Danni, leading Jason to a narrow, low-backed chair of leather and wood. "May we serve you food to satisfy your hunger?"
"I hunger for more than food" said the teenager jokingly as he eyed the beautiful, dark-featured boys facing him... his hand brushing against the Danni's cheek as he sat down. He had fantasized about this moment, and now he wanted to experience it to the utmost. "Tell me what pleasures you provide to my mentor... the things that he especially enjoys."
The smiles on the slaveboys' faces faded. "We are sorry, Master," said Dov. "I fear we must be disobedient, for we would not be indiscrete about the details of any pleasure sessions with our dear master... or about any of the noble gentlemen to whom he has lent us for a night.... And we will likewise remain discrete about what we might do with YOU, Master."
"But perhaps you would trust us to intuit your desires and apply our skills and imagination," said Danni softly, as he ran his hand up Jason's arm and fingered the clasp of the toga at his shoulder. "We are very good at discovering what gives a man his greatest pleasure," he whispered in Jason's ear in a tone of sultry seduction as he released the clasp. Danni's hand pushed the smooth fabric down to Jason's lap, lightly caressing his chest in the process. "Will you let us?... Please?... Pleeeeez?" the last words said in an intentionally-humorous whimpering voice as his hands roamed sensuously over the youth's torso.
Jason smiled, but he also felt his face flush. Yes! This was what he wanted... to be served by the most incredibly desirable young pleasure-slaves... never knowing what new delights they would offer next. Perhaps they might even know some of the oral techniques that Sohrab had used that morning. He consented to the idea immediately.
The two 12-year-olds exchanged a glance that lasted only a second or two. But in that exchange, information was conveyed between them through only the slightest movement of eyes and facial expression... plus a healthy dose of the powerful telepathy between twins.
"Thank you, Master! First we will feed you and entertain you with music and dance. And then.... Then we shall entertain you in other ways."
Dov began playing a V-shaped dual-reed flute... a soft tune that was both soothing and insinuatingly sensual. Danni brought over a tray of food -- olives, fruit, bread, cheese, honey -- and set it on a low table not far from where Jason's sat.
"We shall make a game of your meal, Master. I will feed you from my own hand, and you may not lift a finger lest it spoil the game" said the beautiful 12-year-old as he brought a pitted olive to Jason's lips. The youth answered by leaning back in the chair, smiling, and opening his mouth to receive the food. Danni's other hand brushed along Jason's neck and hairline, very lightly, sending a slight chill through Jason's body. As Danni went back to the tray to get another morsel, his body was moving with the music -- not quite dancing, but with a fluid movement that was almost feline. Each time he fed Jason with his right hand, his left lightly stroked a different part of the youth's body (though not his crotch, which remained covered by the bunched fabric of the toga).
Danni pulled a hunk of bread from the loaf and dipped it in honey, returning to Jason's side gracefully. Jason's head was tilted back and his mouth was open to receive the treat. A big drop of honey landed on his chin as his lips snatched the bread. Danni scooped up the drop with his fingertip, then brought the finger to Jason's mouth. The youth licked... then sucked the finger into his mouth... all the while looking into the boy's smouldering dark eyes. This time Danni's other hand glided along Jason's inner thigh.
Jason swirled his tongue around Danni's index finger for a few seconds, feeling the atmosphere of the room becoming ever more erotically charged.
"There is still a bit more honey on your chin, Master," said Danni is a sultry voice, as he placed his hands on Jason's shoulders, leaned down, and licked at the spot like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. But as Jason reached for the boy to pull him into an embrace, Danni slithered away.
"No hands, Master," he giggled devilishly as he got a clump of grapes. "Greater pleasure will come if you let us serve in our own manner." He cajoled Jason into clasping his hands behind his back, which Jason did willingly, eager to learn where the pleasure-game would lead. Jason reflected momentarily on how the young slaves were issuing orders to the master. Yes; this was a fascinating game.
When he returned to Jason's side, Danni gracefully slid onto the adolescent's lap, facing him with his legs astride Jason's thighs. He placed one grape at a time between Jason's lips as he subtly moved his body, snuggling his crotch against Jason's. Jason felt intense temptation to caress Danni's body with his hands... to feel the baby-smoothness of the 12-year-old boy's chest... to tease the small tan nipples, which were now raised into tiny erect nubs.
Danni placed a grape between his own lips, leaning forward to Jason's mouth. The youth sat up straighter, bringing his lips to the boy's, and they kissed as the grape passed from one to the other. Another grape, likewise placed.... another kiss. The next grape was held firmly in the boyslave's teeth. Jason bit at the fruit as his lips ground against Danni's. With half a grape in each mouth, the two continued kissing... longer, deeper, as Danni's little tongue slithered into Jason's mouth, lasciviously licking at the older youth's tongue. Danni was also running his hands over Jason's body -- chest, back, shoulders, hair, face.... driving the 15-year-old wild with arousal.
"By the gods, you will drive me insane! Feel how my cock desires you," said Jason as he thrust his silk-covered erection up against the boy on his lap. Nonetheless, he succeeded in keeping his hands clasped behind his back.
"You must be patient, Master. The anticipation makes the eventual climax so much better." And he slipped off of Jason's lap after one last deep kiss and began dancing before the youth.
Dov, who had been playing softly, shifted to a more insistent melody on his flute. Danni's movements were graceful, cat-like... undulating, turning, dipping... as if every part of his body could bend impossibly in any direction... every motion of his hands and fingers, in the air or along his own body, dripping with eroticism. He danced close to Jason, around behind him, touching Jason's neck and shoulders lightly with hands and lips. It was a foreign dance of some sort, far more sensual than the formal Greek dances with which Jason was familiar. Perhaps a dance of the Persian harem, taught to the boys by Sohrab. Perhaps from the land of the twins' birth -- along the stretch of arid seacoast between Egypt and Phoenicia.
As he danced, Danni released the clasp that held the waist of the linen kilt, and tossed the garment across the room. But instead of being naked as Jason expected... and lusted for... the boy wore a tiny loincloth made of a slender band of purple silk fabric. The cloth covered his boyish genitals, but little else, fully displaying his slender rounded buttocks. As the danced, Danni's hands moved all over his body... down his chest, his crotch, his thighs, his ass... in such an explicit manner that Jason felt short of breath.
Slowly, Danni unwound the narrow band of fabric as he danced, until finally he was dancing naked, a ribbon of silk floating in his hands. Jason's eyes were glued to the erection that stood up straight from the boy's hairless crotch -- the length of Jason's middle finger; the girth of his thumb. And, as ever, Jason was entranced by the absence of foreskin. The penis gave the appearance of an adult man's at the height of tumescence, or of Jason's own cock when the skin was pulled down all the way and the head fully exposed for pleasuring. Danni's balls showed the earliest evidence of approaching pubescence... a bit larger, and dangling more, than a younger boy's. Jason couldn't wait to take the boy to bed and fondle every part of his body.
Danni kept dancing... kept moving his hands all over his body... invitingly, teasingly. He turned his back on Jason -- only a few feet from where he sat -- and leaned forwards with his hands on his knees. It was now only his beautiful ass that was dancing... weaving in a hypnotizing pattern as the boy looked back over his shoulder. When Danni brought his hands back and spread his ass cheeks, Jason's total attention focused on the little pucker of pink flesh that winked slightly open and closed in time to the music. The heat in Jason's loins -- and his brain -- was almost feverish. He could barely restrain himself from jumping up and fucking the slaveboy on the spot.
Then Danni danced over behind his brother, and in an instant it was Danni's hands that fingered the flute into which Dov blew. And with a motion that left Jason disbelieving his eyes and ears, they exchanged the flute from one mouth to the other without missing a note. Now it was Dov who was dancing in a wanton feast for Jason's eyes... quickly stripping to the same loincloth of silk fabric; slowly unwinding it to reveal an identical erection that evinced the purest boy-beauty.
As the song ended, Dov came around behind Jason's chair and whispered in his ear as he ran his fingers over the youth's chest.
"Let us move to the bed, that we may play more... actively."
As Jason rose to his feet, the toga material fell to the floor, revealing his stiff penis, dark red with engorgement. Both naked boys hugged him at the same time and them took his hands to lead him to the wide luxurious bed of his mentor.
"What game would you have me play now? Tell me, you little imps."
The twins glanced at each other, exchanging thoughts in a split- second of silent communication.
"Well, Master," said Dov, "we are but boys, so we play at boyish games. But we have found that some can be quite appealing to the men that we entertain. We know games that offer a challenge... a measure of just how much pleasure a man can experience."
"Yes," added Danni, "but some men are rather weak and feminine, not capable to experiencing the height of manly pleasures, while others..."
"Other men have nearly exhausted my brother and me with their virility," chimed in Dov.
"By the gods! Now that is the kind of game I would gladly play. Show me all the pleasures that you can dream of, and I assure you that I will be a match of the most virile of men that you have ever entertained," said Jason in a confident and excited voice. "What should I do?"
"Lie down on the bed, Master. Head and shoulders resting on the pillows. Now reach back to grasp the rings in the wall."
Jason looked back to see two sturdy iron rings, set 3 feet apart, just below the narrow shelf that held a glowing oil lamp. He grabbed them as he reclined back against the pile of soft pillows.
"We shall all three be Lycian pirates -- the fiercest raiders of the Aegean Sea," said Danni. "You shall be a renegade crew member who has stolen our ship's chest of gold and has escaped to hide it somewhere. You will need a pirate name. We shall call you... 'Jando'. My brother and I have tracked you down and will make you tell us where you have hidden the gold."
As Danni spoke, the boys used the wide silk ribbon that had been around their loins to quickly tie Jason's hands securely to the rings -- finishing by tying the free ends of the lengths of fabric to each other, well out of Jason's reach.
"We shall torture you, Jando, to make you reveal the secret of the gold," said Dov, as he reached down and took Jason's cock in his his hand. "Torture you thus until you beg for mercy and tell us where you have hidden the treasure." He leaned down and flicked his tongue on the tip of the erection, lightly, like a butterfly alighting and then flying off. Jason's body trembled as held the iron rings more tightly.
The twins then tied each of Jason's ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving him naked and spread-eagled.
"I could endure such torture through all of the night, my lusty shipmates, and never reveal my secret," said Jason, excitedly getting into the spirit of the play-acting.
The boys looked into each others' eyes and smiled devilishly. Then they knelt down on either side of Jason's supine body, their mouths poised on either side of his adolescent cock, its head half-shrouded by foreskin. Jason's erection gave a little jerk as it was enveloped in hot breath. Then, as the helpless youth watched with growing arousal, each boy firmly grasped some loose cock skin between lip-covered teeth... pulling out and then moving their heads from side to side in unison. Jason's body tensed as he watched -- and felt the pleasure of -- his foreskin being drawn back and forth over the glans... guided by two small mouths.
'What sweet torture!' thought Jason to himself.
'Our young master has no understanding of what awaits!' was the gleeful thought that passed telepathically between the twins.
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