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Chapter For THE SPARTAN BEACH BOY by Alexandros
175 BC
Athens, Greece
Aristrates was highly regarded in Athens and also the
proprietor of a prominent eating establishment, or rather, tavern, called
The Grotto of Aphrodite because of the huge naked statue of the Greek
Goddess that straddled its doorway. Gigantic in size, it was a marvelous
piece of work and was much admired by the men who frequented the street
in which his tavern was located, just a short distance away from the Agora,
or main marketplace, in Athens.
Although many citizens had protested to the city council
at the inauguration and unveiling of the nude statue with its fanciful
pose, its gigantic breasts and its suggested posture of invitation, some
of the elders—ex-archon Philon among them—who had been invited
to the function, merely laughed and told the women to avert their eyes
if it offended them. The kneeling form of Aphrodite seemed to invite the
people inside as the entrance to the tavern was framed between her lovely
legs, with the outer edges of the doorway resembling the familiar parts
of a gigantic vagina. To complete the overall effect, the sculptor had
carved an engorged clitoris at the very apex of the opening, from the
hood of which hung an ornate, carved wooden sign that simply read, ‘Enter
my grotto, if you dare.’
The only concession Aristrates made to those who were
sensitive or exhibited a sense of outrage was to not paint the edges of
the entrance a bright red, a strong suggestion made by the artist, but
to instead leave the original white marble finish untouched. The wooden
sign had been a finishing touch at the behest of Aristrates, despite Aristophanes’
protests—the famous sculptor of the times who designed and sculpted
the entire statue in his workshop near the famed Acropolis, the place
where all the temples were located. Enraged, he had refused to attend
the inaugural event, saying that as an artist, he refused to be upstaged
by a crass merchant.
When a formal complaint was lodged by another prominent
citizen of Athens barely days after the formal unveiling of the statue,
filed by none other than his hated business rival, Triton, Aristrates
coolly responded to this unethical tactic, saying the statue was erected
in memory of his beloved first wife and did not actually represent the
Goddess of Love. He also produced a letter written by him to the sculptor
as evidence, stating he wanted to commission a statue in memory of his
first wife. How was he to blame if the memory of his wife’s form
closely resembled the famous statue of Aphrodite in her shrine on the
Acropolis? As to her suggestive posture, he said that was the way he remembered
her and no one should fault a man’s memory and his indulgence in
sharing it with the public. If it offended anyone but his rival, who clearly
had ulterior designs and wished to eliminate any competition, they could
avoid the street altogether as he was not forcing anyone to visit his
establishment.
Although Athens was subject to the rule of the Macedonian
kings at the time, the city tended to function according to its Hellenistic
traditions. Citizens were encouraged to openly discuss their issues if
there were matters that affected the community at large, and any one of
them could bring a complaint of a civil or criminal nature before the
council.
The elders in the council were more worried at the time
with the ambitious Romans, who were obviously planning on annexing Greece
at some point in the future. Although they were friendly and appeared
to court them, none of the Athenians were fooled, as they all feared the
Romans’ rapacious appetite for land. Soon, all of Greece would be
no more than a Roman province, predicted one of the archons, a grim-faced
elder named Pedius.
The council was composed of a group of nine magistrates,
known as archons, and they decided any civil complaints filed by one citizen
against another. As Aristrates was related through his mother’s
family to Ariston, the current eponymous archon, the chief of the council,
had no problem with convincing his distant cousin that the statue did
not offend anyone, least of all those who were devoted to the worship
of Aphrodite. Based on all the arguments made by Aristrates, the council
unanimously voted to throw out the complaint and threatened to levy a
fine on Triton if he sought to bring any other actions without evidence
to back his claims.
The enmity between the two men was legendary and encompassed
various businesses in which they had interests. The taverns were a way
of showing off their status and power and although they were engaged in
their own private war, they made every effort to be polite in public,
even to the extent of visiting each other’s establishments frequently.
Aristrates was a wealthy, well-connected man of means,
with a penchant for fine food and drink from his early youth, following
the dictates of Epicurus, who had died a couple centuries previously.
However, Epicurus had left behind a legacy, a school of thought that many
in the city widely embraced, devoting their lives to sybaritic pleasure,
as opposed to finding ways to save their city from certain conquest by
Rome. Unfortunately in his specific case, Aristrates followed the famous
philosopher’s teachings too literally and had gained a number of
pounds over the years. He loved to carouse with his friends and at weekly
symposiums or drinking parties, a popular event among the rich in that
city, he indulged in gargantuan feasts that frequently lasted all night.
Unable to brook his gluttony, two of his former wives had already abandoned
him, with one angrily returning back to her father’s house within
a week of their marriage, and the other eloping with a slave to some mysterious
land to the east.
Aristrates pretended to remember his first wife as Aphrodite,
as she had been truly beautiful when he married her, although she was
nowhere near as voluptuous as her statue that graced the entrance to his
tavern. Unfortunately, no one could corroborate his memory as her entire
family had left Athens many years ago, immigrating to some land in the
east.
Pondering his limp condition one morning after lifting
folds of ugly belly fat to inspect his member more closely, Aristrates
decided he needed new blood to revitalize his spirits. Looking for a young
girl this time, maybe twenty years old, but no more, he wanted a spouse
who could satisfy his carnal needs. After all, it had been over a year
since any wife had graced his bed. He remembered with a wistful sigh his
last wife, Hypatia, who had become enamored of a slave in his tavern.
This particular slave had worked as a juggler, conjurer, flute player
and even erotic dancer as he used to entertain them while Aristrates relaxed
in his andron, the dining room, along with several of his friends during
his weekly symposium. Drinking parties were common in his house, which
was attached to the tavern itself, and opened directly into his vast,
airy and open courtyard. His house had been built around the courtyard,
with most of the rooms looking into that space from a height of two stories.
Hypatia, although forbidden to attend these parties as
no wives were allowed since they were wild and often culminated in drunken
orgies, invariably watched the dance at the very end of the event from
behind a column. She would be watching the slave, Pinar, a tall, handsome
youth of around twenty, perform his erotic dance with one or more of the
slave girls. Pinar was from a mysterious land to the east called Mithir.
Since Alexander’s death, this tiny kingdom had declared itself independent
of any outside rule, and occasional skirmishes with the Greek city states
had resulted in the capture of its citizens as slaves. As the people from
Mithir were well-trained in all forms of lovemaking, they were highly
prized as slaves in Athens for their skills, particularly their erotic
talents. When Pinar was not dancing, he was taking care of his mistress
and Aristrates had caught him pleasuring Hypatia on numerous occasions
within the house, or even in the courtyard.
At the time, he had thought nothing of it, thinking it
to be a passing fancy of hers. Feeling secure in the love she appeared
to bear him, he did permit her to enjoy herself with any slave she desired.
In fact, he considered himself liberal and magnanimous and even boasted
to his friends that he allowed his wife a degree of freedom seldom seen
in Athens.
When she had run away with the slave back to Mithir—Pinar
claimed to be some kind of prince in his own land—Aristrates was
extremely surprised, as she hadn’t even left him a note.
For days, Aristrates wept silently and drowned himself
in drink, as he genuinely believed she had loved him, especially for the
care, comfort and various luxuries he had lavished on her. That was it,
he realized one day with a rueful smile, as he contemplated his appearance
in a polished silver mirror his slave girls held in the courtyard as he
tried on a new snow white chlamys—a fine woolen cloak that he fastened
to his throat with a jeweled clasp. He had given Hypatia too much freedom
as his wife. He had permitted her to go to the Agora, to the Acropolis
and anywhere she wished to go in Athens, since she had numerous friends
throughout the city she liked to visit. She was always accompanied by
Pinar, who was her body slave and bodyguard, as he was skilled in various
fighting arts, a true prodigy. Aristrates often wondered if he would have
been a champion athlete if he had been born a Greek.
At the moment, Aristrates was really tired of his two
personal slave girls, who performed more out of compulsion than from any
kind of affection. Ever since his wife had left him, the numerous women
he enjoyed on a daily basis left him unsatisfied and empty. If only he
could rescue a girl from an impoverished existence and give her every
luxury imaginable, perhaps she would respond to him with some feeling,
some spark of emotion that would satisfy him. Ever since his wife had
left him, he felt the need to be loved, to be desired by someone.
Where could he find a girl like that? As he dreamed, he
began his search for his vision of the perfect mate, the one he desired
to care for his gross body and especially his long, snakelike member,
which was well over a foot in length. The slaves gossiped that it resembled
a python in repose when he lay on his couch most evenings with his tunic
around his chest. Of course, this was while he watched his slave girls
dance sensuously around him, performing a poor imitation of the graceful
erotic dance Pinar had taught them. However, all their efforts had no
apparent effect on his condition, which seemed to have shriveled him from
the inside. The only way he was able to attain a powerful erection was
with direct stimulation, and so, both slaves would be forced to work on
his limp cock with their lips and tongues after their dance.
In the old days, when Hypatia sometimes danced for him
in private, his member would proudly stand up like a column. He could
barely restrain himself from grabbing her naked form and plunging her
onto his shaft, finding himself unable to await the conclusion of her
sensual dance. All her dances were elaborately choreographed by the versatile
Pinar, who coached her daily in various erotic arts he had learnt in his
native kingdom. After several months of fruitless searching for the girl
of his dreams, Aristrates was about to give up on his quest, when he had
an unexpected stroke of luck one day.
Reviews For
THE SPARTAN BEACH BOY by Alexandros
"A Greek tragedy that you can fall in love with,
The Spartan Beach Boy was a refreshing read. While the story starts with
a great deal of historic information, it quickly picks up when a group
of fascinating main and supporting characters are introduced. Jason is
beautiful and a talented lover, with plenty of available women to pleasure
or be pleasured by. Initially I wasn’t sure that he was a hero I
could root for but the more I learned through his thought processes the
sexier he became. It also helped that he was addicted to pleasuring by
performing cunnilingus. Alexandros wrote the sexual encounters with an
erotic voice that was intense and arousing. From orgies to vanilla sex,
there was no shortage of erotic encounters. Minerva is the kind of strong
yet sensual woman that is instantly likeable. I enjoyed the spirit and
passion she demonstrated for her family and her lover. The detailed and
descriptive writing style of Alexandros pulls the story together and makes
it a recommended read especially for those with a weakness for the Greek
Gods."
Sin St Luke Rating: 4 Stars, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"The Spartan Beach Boy is an intensely, narrated
fiction full of intrigue, sex and love. Due to the resolution of the author,
the era and civilization is well researched, which brings life to the
whole story. Historical novels of this kind have not crossed my path very
often so I'm delighted when they do. Let's hope I get more of a chance
in the near future from this truly inspiring author."
_Carrie White, Erotic Author, http://www.ebook-reviews.net, http://www.hentracks.co.uk
"Filled with highly erotic situations as well as tense moments, this
is a wonderfully penned story and should engage the reader from start
to finish. The strong characters, the situations they find themselves
and the rich descriptions of a historical nature should enthrall most
readers."
_Herakles, http://greatebooks.blogspot.com
"A Greek tragedy that you can fall in love with,
The Spartan Beach Boy was a refreshing read. While the story starts with
a great deal of historic information, it quickly picks up when a group
of fascinating main and supporting characters are introduced."
_Justeroticromancereviews (Newsletter #68; review by Sin St. Luke; this
was given 4 out of 5 stars with a rating of "S" or "Simmering".
"The detailed and descriptive writing style of Alexandros
pulls the story together and makes it a recommended read especially for
those with a weakness for the Greek Gods."
_Sin St Luke, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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