The Philosopher's Tool

The oars struck the water in unison and with a monstrous
heave were pulled up and out and propelled the ship
forward. In time to the rhythm beaten out on the huge
oxhide drum, the rowers once again followed the same
cycle that ensured that even when the wind was low the
business of sea-trade continued.

Chitineus watched the merchant ship with fascination as it
sailed out of the harbour. Just as the tool of the musician
was his instrument, in this case, the drum, the tool of the
seaman's trade was his muscles. And what muscles!
Chitineus relished the sight of the lithe muscular sailors,
naked of course, who either rowed the ship or managed its
sails. Such bodies. Such masculine pride. Those limbs and
loins tuned by the rigours of the sea and the daily exercise
of their profession. They were tools to be proud of. Just as
in a philosopher such as Chitineus the chief tool was the
brain. And, of course, his five sensual organs: the most
important being his eyes and the sight they bestowed on
him.

But the sensual organ most enjoying the sight of the naked
sailors was that between his legs. It twitched and jerked
beneath the woven wool of his chiton. Of course, this was
also a tool of value but for a philosopher it was more of a
distraction from the task of understanding the world and
its intrinsic truths. There may be no harm in gaining
pleasure, as do all spirited men, from the sight of the
naked bodies working on the ships. Indeed, what man
would not be aroused by the sight of the muscular fellows
on the docks lifting the huge baskets, gourds and
amphorae?

There was one workman that caught Chitineus' eye. A
bundle of taut hard muscle and noble aspect, who carried
not only a huge amphora over his shoulder as he strode
over the plank to the ship but swinging free between his
legs was a penis that was the envy of all sea-faring folk.
Still flaccid but prouder than that of most men when erect
and one which directed most men's hands to their own
organs which they would rub and pummel with excitement
at the sight of this proud organ on such a magnificent
body. Was anyone else so blessed?

Well, thought Chitineus, there indeed was one other and
that was himself.

His desire for male flesh had become overwhelming and,
notwithstanding that where he stood on the dock-side he
could be seen by slaves and plebeians, he parted his
garments to expose his huge erect penis to the elements.
There was only one thing to do with his proud manhood
when faced with such absolute temptation and that was to
hold it erect and belabour it with wrist and fingers until the
proof of his virility poured forth on the marble pavement.

However, before his seed was spent, he felt a second hand
clasp his penis and from behind him a beard brush his
neck and shoulder. It was Phoenictetes, a fellow
philosopher, whom Chitineus often fucked in the company
of friends.

"Which fellow catches your fancy?" Phoenictetes asked his
friend, sliding his grip up and down the penis in long
confident strokes.

Chitineus looked towards the fellow carrying the amphora
but all that could be seen of him was his arched back and
tight buttocks as he arranged the goods on the deck of the
ship. He chose to evade the question. "Why they all do,"
he said. "It is a splendid sight indeed to see the workman
at his toil..."

"...Just as it is to fuck him at his play," laughed
Phoenictetes. He clasped his friend's penis firmly. "And
this is also a splendid sight. It would be a shame for you to
waste the juice of your endeavour on the bare stone upon
which we walk." He grabbed his friend around the waist.
"Let us disrobe and fuck. And then afterwards we may
contemplate the beauty of labour without the distraction of
our lust."

"Well said, my dear Phoenictetes," laughed Chitineus. He
pulled off his chiton and handed it his slave,
Dunderopolos, and stood in the street naked but for his
sandals. The philosopher was a handsome man in his
prime, with just a few hairs turned grey and a body kept
lithe and fit from frequent sex with his slaves and peers.
"Against the pillar, my friend, and I shall release the seeds
of my desire inside you."

"There is no better place!" agreed Phoenictetes who
handed his clothes to his own slave, Psymnopides, and
leaned forward against the pillar, his arse proffered ready
for the pleasure of penetration.

Of course, when two noblemen, especially scholars,
should wish to fuck each other, their slaves are as
important as anyone else. Dunderopolos helped part
Phoenictetes' anus with Psymnopides' assistance and with
his spit lubricated his master's penis so that the ingress
would be the more pleasurable for both partners. And
during Chitineus' thrusts, he attended to his master's
satisfaction by licking and stroking his hard testicles. It
was clear that he enjoyed his labours, as his penis was as
stiff and proud as Phoenictetes', although nowhere near as
heroic or vigorous as his master's. However,
Dunderopolos' phallus was not assisted by any other hand
in coming to a spasm of ejaculation, as Psymnopides was
engaged in sucking his master's penis while Chitineus
thrust steadily and rhythmically into him.

Relief came suddenly for everyone except for Chitineus.
His penis was still rampant when everyone else had
ejaculated and Phoenictetes' anus did not drip the pearls of
semen that would announce that Chitineus had completely
sated his amorous intent. However, so as not to embarrass
his master, Dunderopolos smeared his own spilt semen on
Phoenictetes' buttocks so that those watching would
believe that they had witnessed a proper consummation.

The two philosophers then walked towards Chitineus' villa
arm-in-arm and naked discussing the issues of ethics and
foreign policy that troubled them, Chitineus' still erect
penis leading the way.

The philosopher tried to ignore the issue of his persistent
tumescence, through which it was painful to piss and
which only subsided in degree, not in totality. But try as he
would, it was an unwanted distraction from his thoughts. It
was difficult to follow the tortuous paths of logical
discourse with Phoenictetes and young Grinopheles, who
also chose to visit that day. His manhood intervened in his
need to conclude his argument with a Quod Eratum
Demonstrandum or a Reductio Ad Absurdum, which
discussions continued unresolved over good olives and
wine. And when he and his philosopher friends took each
other physically, Grinopheles' penis inside his anus while
he once again penetrated that of Phoenictetes, his exertions
again failed to resolve themselves as they should in a
satisfactory discharge of semen.

Indeed, even after fucking his favourite Galatian boy-
slave, Phridistotlos, until his anus was bleeding, there was
no release. Dunderopolos had to admit to his master that
there was no viscous cream between the boy's cheeks. And
this had before been the most reliable source of
gratification for Chitineus who had a penchant for young
flesh.

However, as he was able to continue fucking his friends
and slaves after all other penises were spent, Chitineus was
not sure whether his persistently erect phallus was a
blessing or a curse. After fucking Grinopheles who was in
turn plying at Phridistotlos' tight anus, he decided that now
was the time to retire. The slaves helped him towards his
bed, where tonight he chose to rest with one of the kitchen
boys, Coutleros, whose arse he'd not fucked for several
days. He bade farewell to Grinopheles and Phoenictetes,
who were too fatigued to make their way to their own
homes and chose instead to accept the older philosopher's
invitation that they should sleep in his home and to have
the pick of any of his slaves should they feel inclined for
further carnal pleasure.

Chitineus hoped that when he awoke the following day his
penis would have at last deflated. However, he suspected
otherwise after his failure from an hour or more of
battering at Coutleros' anus for it to subside before sleep
finally overwhelmed him. His penis remained stubbornly
tumid and only blood and excrement trickled from his
slave's embattled arse. It was not his wish to bring harm to
his slaves, whom he treated well, much better than the
average citizen of wealth, so he compensated loyal
Coutleros with a day off, but he himself was to have no
respite from the obstinately persistent erection.

Despite the bravest attempts from his friends, Phoenictetes
and Grinopheles, who tried to bring Chitineus to
ejaculation with the assistance of Dunderopolos, there was
no end to the philosopher's dilemma: one which seemed
the more urgent after the pain he suffered in loosing the
urine that had built up inside him. It was worse even than
the agony of having two men fuck him simultaneously, but
that was a pain brought upon him to satisfy his desire not
in the expression of it. Besides, so inured to penetration
was his anus now it took more than two penises to cause
him any lasting pain.

"What can we do?" wondered a frustrated Grinopheles,
whose penis was now so worn out from his efforts that not
even Cupid could have aroused him from his torpid
indolence.

"We must seek advice from an oracle or a soothsayer,"
suggested an almost equally exhausted Phoenictetes, who
tugged desultorily at his flaccid cock and enviously
admired Chitineus' unquenchable manhood.

"I would suggest rather a physician," said the philosopher.
"This is a matter of physic and the physician is the best
qualified for such matters. As you would consult a
goatherd on the herding of goats, a merchant on the
purchase of goods and a philosopher on mathematics and
ethics, so a physician is the man who has the tools
appropriate for physical affliction..."

"But might this not be a gift from the gods rather than an
affliction of the flesh?" remarked Grinopheles, who at this
moment would dearly like to have such an ailment now
that he could see Chitineus' boy-slave Phridistotlos
hovering in the background, naked as all slaves were in the
private quarters, and walking with some awkwardness
after the previous day's ministrations.

"A gift this might be," said Chitineus sternly, "to those
whose desire is merely to have carnal pleasure and whose
destiny is to fuck as many people and as often as they can.
Alas! I am not such a person. The tool I wish to refine is
my mind and its mental acuity. It is a matter of little value
to a philosopher to be able to bring sexual ecstasy to
whomsoever he should wish to fuck, when what he most
needs is to consider the ways of the world and the
machinations of the divine. Thus I am truly afflicted and
relief for me would be for my erection to subside so that
once again I am no longer constantly distracted by the urge
to fuck every man's arse and to have a man's hand clutch at
my throbbing member."

"In that case, we should see Diderostocres," suggested
Phoenictetes. "He has soft hands and a sceptical approach
to the healing arts. He never chooses a course of medic
until he is sure it is the right one. Furthermore, he has a
very accommodating arse."

The three philosophers followed Phoenictetes' suggestion
and walked together through the city streets dressed
smartly in their chiton and himation to the physician's
hovel on the outskirts of the town. Diderostocres was not a
wealthy man. His parents had been slaves and he had
gained his skill only through great study and dedication
over the years, whilst also earning a living as a butcher,
with which occupation he shared many of the same tools
of the trade. The trudge to this part of the town took the
philosophers past beggars and vagrants, many of whom
offered their arses to the noblemen in the hope of a silver
coin in payment for their services. However, no gentleman
of means would ever be so desperate for manly flesh when
there were so many willing slaves at their disposal.

The physician clasped Chitineus' erect penis and took its
shining purple glans into his mouth. He ran his tongue
over its tip and his hands up and down its length. As he
continued his ministrations, he graduated towards taking
as much of the penis as he could in his mouth and pushing
it to the back of his throat, whilst at the same time
lubricating it with saliva that streamed down the length of
the shaft. The spittle trailed between the physician's hands
and mouth and formed a lattice on Chitineus' proud thicket
of pubic hair. Occasionally, the physician would pull the
penis out of his mouth and chew gently on the
philosopher's testicles whilst vigorously pumping the penis
with his hands.

While Diderostocres continued to give succour,
Phoenictetes and Grinopheles sat on two chairs that had
been politely vacated by two patients of lesser status who
had politely departed when the philosophers arrived. One
of these had been a man who had been bleeding profusely
from a wound inflicted by a bronze axe-head and had left a
puddle of blood on the floor. The two men felt
uncomfortable in the small hovel, surrounded by the
hanging carcasses of field-fowl and hare, while their slaves
sat outside in the muddy unpaved track in the company of
swine and domestic hens. Very rarely did a man of letters
and learning ever need to walk down roads such as these
that stank of sewerage and where most men wore no
clothes, not from pride in their masculinity but to spare
their vestments unnecessary wear and tear.

At last, the physician had to admit defeat. He held
Chitineus' penis in his hand, the trail of saliva falling like a
damaged spider web between his arm and the length of
stubborn virility, and smiled weakly at the philosophers.