Leonidas sighed as he hefted his pack. The noonday sun seared the back of his neck as he trudged wearily home. As a soldier, one would assume he'd be used to the constant marching, but marching towards something was very different from marching away from it. Ever since he was a boy, he had always loved the thrill: the fire coursing through his veins when he marched towards battle. There was an ancient magic there, perhaps older than the gods themselves, the sensation of testing one's might against one's fellow man was something he simply could not describe.
Leonidas simply lived for the battle, for the fight. He lived for the moment he stared down his opponent on the battlefield and charged, heedless of death's hazy presence, of the danger he faced. He had enrolled as a hoplite as soon as he was allowed, the never-ending war against Sparta requiring a constant stream of young lives to feed the machine. Those in his platoon called him το δόρυ του Άρεως, "The Spear of Ares," and though they were brothers-in-arms, they knew well to stay out of his way when the heat of battle consumed him.
So yes, walking towards battle, he did eagerly, walking back was another matter. His lochos had fought well at Sphacteria, some of the best men he had known. Many Spartan hoplites had been captured or killed for the glory of the empire, and he knew he would return home a hero to be celebrated. But what was there to return to? His ailing mother had died during his last expedition, and his father on the field of battle when he was but a mere boy. Over the years, many of his friends and comrades-in-arms had begun to fade away, and few of his current compatriots were originally from Athens like him. And so he trudged back alone, resigned to the cheers from strangers he would receive at the inn, the empty praise of unfamiliar faces.
"What a dour man you have become," he thought as he passed through the city walls, the guards falling over themselves to let the Son of War return.
He plastered on a smile as he waved and nodded to those who noticed his arrival. Passersby and market-goers alike stopped to cheer or clap him on the back, praising the victory that the messengers had relayed the days before. As he walked past a brothel, the young women flocked to him, leaning forward suggestively as they eyed his well-muscled frame. Even in his stupor, he noticed one of them wrinkle her nose slightly as she approached, quick to mask it as she looked up at his face.
"Such professionalism," he thought as he politely waved them off. They had been beautiful women, all right, but lately, he had no taste for such delights of the flesh. It had been some time since he had lain with a woman, and he found that such urges didn't besiege him as they did in his youth. Perhaps they hadn't been sated by the lust of war instead?
"Gods, do I need a bath," he thought, looking down at the dirt coating his greaves. He recalled the wrinkled nose of the prostitute and smiled slightly. The thought of a pleasant soak and some good conversation at the local bathhouse lifted his spirits, and he altered his path to take him to one of the only spots in his city that still brought him joy.
The bathhouse was held in a large complex that also housed a gymnasium and a palaestra. The former provided areas for debate and a small library, but the latter was generally reserved for physical exercise such as wrestling and boxing. Between the two was the bathhouse, a space for like-minded men to gather after training and allow the sweet waters within to soothe them. He had spent many an afternoon with comrades, honing their skills and then discussing military strategy and philosophy as they bathed together afterward, the bond of their brotherhood strengthened as they shared in both the life of body and mind.
As he approached, he noticed a strange absence in the building, an eerie quiet that sat discordantly with his memories of fond and jovial chatter in these stone halls. He approached the clerk at the front door whose name he had forgotten and did not care to remember.
"Hail and well met, soldier. The bathhouse has been cleared since the most recent platoon just left. You should see some of the regulars here in the evening hours, but you have the place to yourself for now," the clerk said, barely looking up.
"Perhaps this is for the best," Leonidas thought as he brushed past him. A quiet afternoon would do good for his soul and would leave him ready for the empty chatter of the evening.
"Lysander!" called the clerk, still too engrossed in his scribblings to look up. "Attend to the soldier, will you? Give him a hero's welcome and all that."
Leonidas turned to see a figure he had not noticed leaning against a pillar. His breath caught slightly as he beheld a boy of such immaculate beauty that he felt the weariness of his journey begin to lift like a dove from a branch.
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Lysander was a boy of eighteen years. A man, though none who saw him would have thought to use that term. Instead of growing out of his boyish softness into the hard, firm lines of manhood, Lysander had grown only more delicate. His porcelain skin shone like polished marble, untouched by the brush of a painter. His brown curls framed a delicate face with plump lips and large, doe-like brown eyes. The slender grace of his body was so effeminate as to be shocking, each curve of his delicate limbs flowing like water. Barely having grown any taller since puberty, his slight frame only complemented his effeminate beauty. So demure was he that one hesitated to breathe too hard in his direction lest they shatter the fine lines of his body.
Lysander had come to accept his fate. He did not resent his physical form; he knew it to be a blessing, though he did not always feel it to be so. Never did he feel more small and delicate than when standing next to a colossus of a man like the one he now beheld. Seeming to be composed entirely of muscle, grime, and scars, the soldier in front of him looked as if he had stepped straight off the field of battle and into the bathhouse.
"I suppose he has," Lysander thought to himself as he hastened towards him, recalling the news of their victory in Sphacteria.
As he drew closer, he truly beheld the body of the man in front of him. It was as if he had been crafted by Ares himself to fight on the field of battle. Every inch of his body thrummed with power, a quiet, subtle strength that suffused his taut muscles and broad shoulders. His chiton, while loose-fitting, managed to strain against the muscles of his chest. Lysander found his gaze lingering over the man's arms. The throbbing bulge of his biceps shone like bronze in the noonday sun.
With a start, he realized he had been staring and snapped his head up, having to crane his neck to meet the eyes of this beast of a man who towered in front of him.
"P-p-please, sir, this way," he managed to choke out, desperately trying to fight down the blush that spread across his cheeks.
---
Leonidas smiled as he watched the delicate frame of the young boy in front of him lead him towards the storage alcoves of the bathhouse. His eyes traced the delicate curves of the boy's body, delighting in how the light reflected off his skin as if off the snow in the mountaintops.
"Perhaps I need not spend this afternoon alone after all," he thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips. A plan came together in his mind.
The storage alcoves doubled as a changing area, a place for patrons to stow their goods and clothes away temporarily as they prepared to wrestle or bathe. No women generally entered this far into the premises, so men were free to walk unclothed, reveling in the freedom of movement. Leonidas dropped his pack into a recess in the wall and rolled his shoulders, eyeing the young boy who was staring at his feet, desperately trying to hide the blush clearly displayed on his cheeks.
"I'm afraid I'm a little weary and sore from my travels, boy. Come help me undress," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
It was not unusual to ask bath attendants like him for help preparing and bathing, though this was generally a privilege reserved for older, more distinguished men of the community. Still, he was the only patron here, and he had a good sense that the boy had been hoping for precisely that request.
---
Lysander had been hoping for precisely that request. His heart fluttered as he shyly walked forward toward the soldier, feeling the heat radiating from the man's body as he stood next to him. He raised his delicate hands and fumbled for the clasp on his chiton, pulling the strings that affixed the cloth to his body. With a gentle whoosh, it fell to the floor, revealing the most incredible specimen of a man Lysander had ever seen.
He was used to seeing men in the bathhouse, strong men, old men, fat men, even handsome men. None of them came even close to what he saw before him. What he saw before him looked like a burnished bronze statue come to life. What he saw before him looked like a demigod in the flesh. What he saw before him was... fucking hot.
His eyes slid down Leonidas's massive chest, his skin scarred from battle and bronzed by the sun. He traced the prominent lines of abs, the sharp crease of his hips curving into his powerful thighs, and there, hanging between them, sat a cock that defied all logic and reason.
---
Leonidas smiled as the boy ogled him, holding back a laugh as the boy's jaw actually unhinged at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his legs. Leonidas had gained quite a reputation among his platoon for the size of his member, a reputation he leaned into happily as he paraded around their camp undressed.
The massive shaft he had been gifted by the gods may not have appealed to the modern beauty standards of Athens, his Priapistic prick was too large and girthy to be considered in line with proper notions of intelligence, self-control, and refinement. His was the cock of a brute, a savage beast more concerned with lust and indecorum than beauty and grace. The women in the brothels of Athens, on the other hand, found themselves quite happy with his brutish package, and he left many of them stark raving mad over the nights he had spent with them. Even many of his own comrades in the war camps had reason to "inspect" his legendary length. There was more than one reason they called him the "Spear of Ares."
"Excellent," he said casually, brushing past the boy as if he hadn't just shown him one of the great wonders of the world. "Let's proceed."
As he moved past, the light contact of skin against skin sent shivers through his body. He walked proudly into the bath area, his thick cock swinging and slapping against his thighs as he moved. He loved the feeling of being naked, clothing simply failed to contain the majesty of his body, and he relished in the feeling of the stone-cooled air against his skin.
He walked up to the lip of the bath, a massive bowl cut into the stone floor, filled with pure, glistening water. He stretched gingerly, fully aware of the pair of big brown eyes boring a hole into his back, and eased himself into the water.
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Lysander simply could not believe what he was looking at. It was like watching a figure from one of those poems he loved come to life and move past him. It felt like watching a statue gain breath and begin to walk. A statue with a massive cock that hung down from between his thighs, visible from even behind... and what a view from behind! Lysander knew he should be focused on attending to the patron, but he just sat there slack-jawed as he watched this perfectly toned ass move in front of him. Everything about him seemed big: his muscles, his shoulders, his hands, his smile, and seriously: his dick. This animal of a man slid into the water and let out a sigh that almost made Lysander cum in his toga.
"Come wash and oil my hair, boy," he said in a deep, rumbling bass. "I wish to cleanse myself of the mire of my journey."
Lysander walked forward, gathering the soaps and fragrant oils set aside for this. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, so rigid and engorged that he felt he was about to burst. Not that it was noticeable, of course. Lysander had the perfect Greek ideal of a cock. Tiny and slight, it hung delicately between his soft thighs and barely grew at all when it stood to attention. Many of the philosophers and statesmen who bathed here praised his form, saying that he was sure to be a great and thoughtful man. They were, of course, leering at him terribly when they said this, their eyes devouring him in a way that made his skin crawl. He knew he was to be apprenticed to one such man one of these days, that was the reason his father had charged him to work as an attendant in the bathhouse, but even still, he had yet to find a position he did not immediately wish to flee from.
"And after all," he thought to himself as he sank to his knees behind the soldier, "if I hadn't remained here, I wouldn't have gotten to see such an incredible sight today."
---
Leonidas sighed as he felt long and delicate fingers massage his hair and scalp. The boy poured water warmed from the brazier over his head, gently washing away days, if not months, of grit and sweat from battle. It felt indescribably good, and he let out another contented moan.
Slowly, as the boy worked, he noticed his hands move ever so slowly further and further down his neck, over to his shoulders. He tried his best to massage the thick knots of muscle that had formed there, making barely a dent in the tension that he had carried for years now. Still, the feeling of the boy's hands on his skin felt good, and he was going to have to make sure there was more of that.
Gently, he reached his hands up and placed them on top of Lysander's. His own hands were much bigger than the boy's, scarred and calloused from years of manual labor. He gently pulled the boy's hands further down to his chest, and bade him massage the thick walls of muscle that were his pectorals. The lad had to lean forward to reach this far, and he felt the boy's warm breath by his ear, the light tickle of his curls against his face causing his cock to twitch under the water's surface.
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Lysander slowly ran his hands along Leonidas's muscled chest, his arms wrapped around the soldier's neck from behind as he attempted to serve him as commanded. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was sure Leonidas could feel it. Their bodies were now pressed against each other, and he relished the feeling of the soldier's powerful back. His nose was so close to Leonidas's neck and shoulders that he could smell the musky scent, raw and manly.
Suddenly, not daring to ask, he began to trace the outline of Leonidas's nipples with his fingers. The sharp breath and slight groan the soldier let out told him he was on the right path, and he began to pinch and play with them gently. With his other hand, he continued to rub and massage Leonidas's neck and shoulders, running his hands up and down the length of the soldier's upper body.
So engrossed was he in his work that he barely noticed the fruits of his labor. Peeking out from beneath the water's surface was the enormous head of Leonidas's godly cock. Like a beast rising from the ocean, the soldier's massive spear began to emerge from the water. Its majesty shone in the glistening light of the hall.
He stopped what he was doing as he watched it emerge, entranced by the sheer size and beauty of it. He hadn't noticed his lapse till Leonidas turned his face to his. They were a mere hand's breadth from one another, the sudden realization of their proximity causing him to jump. Leonidas's intense eyes beheld his stoic face, tempered only by the gentle smile playing across his lips.
"I require further assistance. Boy, disrobe and come join me in the waters," Leonidas commanded.
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Leonidas did not turn his face or avert his gaze as the boy hastened to comply. He watched, entranced, as Lysander undid the clasp of his toga and allowed it to slide from his body. The boy's milky white skin seemed to emit an otherworldly glow in the dim light of the hall, the soft fabric falling gently to the floor. His body was exactly as delicate and feminine as Leonidas had imagined: his soft chest gave way to a narrow waist and wide hips, a surprising plumpness to his ass and thighs that made Leonidas's already hard cock harder. Between the boy's legs was the most tiny, beautiful penis Leonidas had ever seen. Even fully hard, it was no larger than the size of his pinky, and Lysander had no trouble quickly hiding it shyly behind his hands.
"Gods," Leonidas thought to himself as he beheld the boy's beauty, "can't let Zeus see this one or he'll suffer the same fate as Ganymede."
Leonidas turned his body to face the boy and stood in the incut shallow of the bath. The water ran down his body, his throbbing erection standing proudly now fully out of the water. Even given several feet of elevation, they stood mostly eye to eye with the difference in their heights. Lysander was blushing and wriggling slightly, clearly equal parts embarrassed and horny... perhaps embarrassed by just how horny he was. Leonidas reached his hands out and easily encircled the boy's waist, lifting him gingerly into the air.
Lysander gasped as Leonidas held him there, both of them surprised at just how easily the soldier had picked him up. It felt like lifting the slender branch of a tree, like he was holding nothing at all. Leonidas lifted him up so the boy's cock was now eye level with his face. Now that Leonidas got a good look at it, he got to appreciate just how beautiful it was. It twitched wildly though it was so small, a delightful pearl hiding between the milky waves of Lysander's thighs.
Unable to stop himself, Leonidas kissed it gently, immediately causing Lysander to spurt a little pre-cum into his lips. The boy looked mortified, but Leonidas simply smiled and licked his lips, savoring the taste of him before lowering him into the water next to him.
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"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Lysander thought to himself as he was placed gently into the water next to the soldier, a large arm placed protectively around his shoulders. "I can't believe this is happening."
They sat there like that for a while until Leonidas reached down with his right hand and ran it gently up and down the boy's body.
"I swear to God I'm going to cum if he keeps doing this," Lysander thought, desperately trying to hold back an orgasm from the mere touch of the soldier's huge fingers. Finally, Leonidas reached down with his other hand and took the boy's, stroking it gently before placing it on his own massive erection. Lysander eagerly began to try his best to stroke the soldier, but there was so little he could do with just his hand. He turned and began to use both hands to pump the soldier up and down, so desperate to please the beautiful cock in front of him. Leonidas let out a happy moan as Lysander stroked him eagerly, his eyes fixed on the massive tip.
Finally, Lysander could hold himself back no longer and he lowered his head down and began to lick and suck the soldier's cock gently at its tip. He had seen the brothel women perform such acts through the windows that he would sneak out to look through as a youth, and even then he recalled being more interested in how they were able to elicit pleasure with just their mouths than anything else. He pushed all thoughts from his head as he focused on pleasuring the man, his lips wrapped eagerly around the head of the soldier's shaft as he worked his way deeper and deeper.
—
"I'm impressed," thought Leonidas as the boy eagerly slurped away at his cock. Most men and women who had tried to satisfy him proudly assumed that they could swallow his massive length and girth, pushing themselves further and further down on his shaft. Such hubris had led to many uncomfortable instances, and in one case even an injured jaw. The boy, on the other hand, seemed to know his limits, and instead focused on using his hands to stroke Leonidas's length while working on the tip with his mouth. The result was a fantastic symphony of pleasure, each part working in tandem to make him feel good. They continued like this for some time, the boy neither ceasing nor slowing as he worked to pleasure the soldier's cock.
"This lad is truly blessed," Leonidas thought as he watched the boy work, fully engrossed in the task set before him. None before him had managed to bring him to orgasm by such means, but he was convinced that with enough time and enthusiasm, this beautiful boy might be able to do the impossible. "Today, however, I have other plans for you," he thought as he gently placed a hand under the boy's chin and lifted his face up. Cupping him gently, he brought the boy's face forward, their lips meeting as he kissed him gently. As they kissed, the boy's hands kept working the soldier's cock, never breaking rhythm nor losing speed. "I must reward him for this," Leonidas thought as he broke the kiss, pulling back gently and stroking the boy's cheek and hair.
"You honor me with your efforts, boy. I have seldom met one so eager or talented as you. Come sit upon my lap so you may continue to assist me, as I too may assist you." With that, he lifted Lysander up easily again and placed him on his lap, the boy's pale, soft thighs straddling his massive erection.
—
Lysander was terrified he had done something wrong when the soldier pulled him back from the blowjob, but this was even better! The massive cock rose up from between the boy's thighs as he leaned back against Leonidas's muscled chest. Instinctively, Lysander clenched his thighs together as hard as he could, sandwiching the massive cock between them. The soldier grunted in pleasure and then began thrusting gently with his powerful hips, making slow, gentle strokes as he sawed his cock back and forth between the boy's thighs. With one hand, Leonidas grabbed Lysander's waist, the feeling of the soldier's huge hands easily holding him causing the boy's little cock to throb. With the other, he reached around and wrapped a hand around both their cocks together, frotting them as he continued to thrust into Lysander's thighs.
"Oh gods oh fuck no," Lysander thought as the soldier's thumb pressed his little cock against the massive one that dwarfed it. "I was already so close I'm going to cum like this, no no I can't, fuck I'm going to, oh - YES!"
With that, Lysander came eagerly, his little cock shooting ropes of cum into the water against the big cock pressed against it. Leonidas kept stroking the boy through his orgasm, never stopping his own thrusting between Lysander's still-clenched thighs. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Lysander looked back concerned at the soldier, worried he had failed him somehow by cumming so easily. Instead, Leonidas was grinning.
—
It was the first real smile Leonidas had smiled in some time, and it felt good. It felt good to feel the fire for something that was not war, to find something that made him feel alive here in the walls of his own hometown.
"That was to thank you for attending to me," he said, pausing his thrusting to rub the boy's semen on his cock, lubricating it for what was to come next, "but now it's my turn."
He felt the boy grow tense in his arms, but he kissed his neck reassuringly. "Don't worry," he whispered in his ear, "I'll be gentle."
And he was. This was the one thing none of his lovers expected of him: his gentleness. Sure, he could fuck as roughly as the beast they all compared him to, but only when he knew his partner wanted it and could take it. He had spent his whole life aware of his size and strength, and so sought to be gentle with those unaccustomed to what he had to offer. He slowly lifted the boy up into the air again, water streaming down his supple body.
Before "spearing" him, as his platoon mates liked to call it, he lifted the boy up and back so his ass was just above his face. Holding him there effortlessly, he began to lick at the boy's beautiful little hole, marveling at how it already seemed to invite him in with every lap of his tongue. He gently inserted his tongue and began to move it gently, then returned to rimming him. In no time, Lysander was leaking fluid from his cock, clearly already ready again after his previous climax. The beautiful, girlish moans he let out could have sustained Leonidas on the field of battle for forty days and nights, so much did they stoke the flame within him. Finally, Lysander's cock stood at attention, throbbing and leaking fluid in a steady stream.
"Good, that means he'll be ready to take it," he thought. With that, he moved Lysander forward and gently began lowering him onto the tip of his cock, pausing gently to let him accommodate the girth. It took some time, but between the excellent lubrication from Lysander's load and the eagerness with which he attempted to wriggle himself on, they were gradually able to move him further and further down. Leonidas had barely squeezed the tip in when Lysander suddenly convulsed and bucked his hips, cum shooting out of his cock as he came once more.
"By the gods," he thought, watching the boy's perky, plump ass sit on the tip of his huge cock. "He cums so easily, I worry I might break him if I fuck him like I wish to." He moved to pull Lysander off, assuming they would have to return to his wonderful mouth and hands, when the boy grabbed his wrists and turned his face, shaking his head.
–
"I can keep going," Lysander said as he struggled to catch his breath. The soldier raised an eyebrow, concerned, but Lysander simply squeezed himself around Leonidas's tip, causing the soldier to groan in pleasure as he instinctively began to thrust deeper into him.
This was the blessing and the curse the gods had given Lysander: his effeminate body also came with a monstrous libido, a constant need to be fucked all hours of the day. He could get by without it, but the whole day he was rock hard and yearning for release. Sometimes, the friction of his robes against his cock was enough to make him cum. When he had a moment to himself, he would find a quiet corner and fuck himself silly on a wooden dildo he had paid the blind woodcarver on the other side of the city to craft, cumming over and over again until he had had his fill. That dildo had seemed so large when he first got it, but it was barely half the size of the monster of a cock he was currently trying to take.
"Father said I should find something to apply myself to, something I'm good at, the calling the gods meant for me. Well, I think this is it. The gods have crafted me to serve this man, to be his cocksleeve whenever he wants. This is my purpose," Lysander thought.
With that thought giving him strength, he sank deeper and deeper onto the soldier's cock, cumming once more as he reached the base. Leonidas had essentially bottomed out inside him, but in that moment, his head was cloudy with lust, and he began to fuck the boy eagerly, claiming him as his own.
"I am but a toy to him," Lysander thought as he felt himself be pounded, another orgasm already starting to build. Leonidas had his hands wrapped around the boy's waist and simply slid him up and down as he thrust into the boy. It was like a sword sliding into its sheath, but instead of a sheath, it was a beautiful Greek femboy, and instead of a sword, it was a massive, throbbing dick. He felt himself fucked harder and harder as Leonidas, seeing no danger, allowed himself to go faster. Lysander's whole body felt aflame despite the cool water, and he came once more, his loud moans echoing in the empty stone walls of the bathtub.
Leonidas suddenly stood and stepped out of the bath, never once ceasing his relentless litany of fucking. He held Lysander up with his hands around his waist, his cock still deep inside the boy's ass, fucking him senseless as the boy's feet hung limply inches off the floor. Leonidas let out powerful grunts and groans as he worked, clearly blowing off all the steam of months at war and years as a soldier, all the mire melting away under the heavenly hole of this beautiful boy. Lysander came once more, barely able to keep track of how many climaxes he had had. He felt so filled, so complete, so strangely at peace with the world. "This is where I'm supposed to be," he thought as his guts were rearranged. "Here, with him."
—
"This is where I'm supposed to be," Leonidas thought as he continued to fuck the boy's unbelievably tight hole, "here with him." The boy came once more, adding to the growing tally of orgasms he seemed to elicit from him. This was different from anyone else he had been with. With others, it always felt like playing a part, like he was putting on a performance of what they wanted to be, but in this moment, he just felt like he could be himself. The boy's orgasms caused his hole to tighten in the most incredible way, bringing Leonidas to the brink of a climax the likes of which he had never seen before.
"I'm close," he groaned desperately into Lysander's ear, feeling his hole throb in anticipation. "Please finish inside me," the boy begged, one more of his own orgasms building as well. Leonidas summoned his strength the way he did when he went into battle and suddenly rotated the boy without pulling out, twisting him around such that they were facing one another. Lysander instinctively wrapped his legs around Leonidas, and they locked eyes as they both approached their climax.
This was the moment that Leonidas loved on the battlefield, when you locked eyes with your opponent and charged, heedless of what else came before or after. This, however, was better. It was more intense, more passionate, more fiery, and the eyes he looked into were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
"Please-" Lysander choked out, before Leonidas cut him off by leaning forward and kissing him. He came hard then inside of him, harder than he had ever cum before. The orgasm lasted minutes as he kept fucking his way into him, cum pouring out from inside the boy's hole and dripping onto the stone floor. Lysander came at the same time, his throbbing contractions milking out an even more intense orgasm from Leonidas. They finally finished, panting as Leonidas carried the boy gently back into the water. There they helped wash each other off, laughing at the mess they had made.
—
A sudden shuffling in the corner caused Leonidas's eyes to snap up, immediately searching for the source of the noise. The clerk from the door stood in the entryway, blushing furiously and clearly erect under his robe.
"You... uh," he said, gulping slightly, "you forgot to pay the entrance fee."
"You haven't heard?" Leonidas chuckled back, "I'm a hero, consider the city's debt to me repaid."
He turned then and wrapped a protective arm around Lysander, who giggled and burrowed into his massive bicep.
"Oh, and tell the owner he'll need to find a new bath attendant. This one's coming with me."
