Homer's Lies - Chapter 2: Call to Arms

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Achilles took his time to get a good look at the bodies of the four young, female nobles in front of him. They were fully nude, each of them holding a round wooden shield and a long staff, resembling the doru, the common hoplite spear, but with a blunt tip for training purposes. He had trained them for over three years, since they had lived past their eighteenth winter, the common age for Greek women to begin their training to become a warrior.

Looking at the young womens' nude bodies, proudly standing upright and ready, their smooth skin glistening from sweat in the hot afternoon sun, he felt his equally exposed groin starting to awake. The girls recognized the movement and four pairs of eyes locked on his half-erect member with a smirk.

"Herekla, Antigone, attack!", he quickly ordered the first two girls, hoping to distract them from his manhood. They instantly jumped forward and simultaniously thrusted their spear at him. One of the blunt spears came at his face, while the other one was aiming for his groin. Skillfully, Achilles blocked the top one with his spear while holding his shield in front of his lower body below.

Antigone quickly threw herself at him, while his arms still engaged in the blocks. She bumped into his shield and sent him backwards, stumbling and opening his arms for balance. Herekla swiftly followed up and leaped at him in a high arc, her right thigh tense and lifted slightly, ready to launch her knee or foot into his exposed balls, while her spear rushed down from his top left at his neck.

Achilles made a note in his head to compliment them on their team coordination and timing, and escaped her attack by dropping on the floor and rolling forward. Her feet landed on his back while he accelerated into the roll and Herekla fell over, landing on all fours on the sand behind him.

While Achilles came to his feet, he took a quick look over his shoulder at her protruding butt. Her pussy was well visible, the lips opened and revealing her clit, as her knees had landed far apart from each other. The short moment of distraction decided the sparring match against him.

When Achilles rolled up swiftly and was about to place his second, right foot on the sand, the end of Antigone's spear landed in his right heel with much force and speed, and continued pushing it forward, before his sole could find a steady hold on the ground. When it finally did, his feet stood far apart, his balls just a hand length over the ground. Once again, he opened his arms to steady himself and hoped to push himself back up, just as the edge of Antigone's shield and her spear smashed up against his arms from his front left, bringing them both up over his head.

Her large boobs smothered his face when she pushed her bare body against his. The combat legend's muscular arms were held up by hers, the heavy shields and long spears uselessly stuck in a pile of wood over their heads. She instantly started sending fast, hard kicks into his balls, hanging down exposed right in front of her feet. Achilles cried out in pain, his desperate moans muffled by her soft boobs.

His legs far apart, he couldn't bring up the force necessary to push himself up. The only chance he had, was to overwhelm her with his body strength. He dropped the spear and shield that fell down behind Antigone's back and strongly pushed his arms down, escaping her grasp on them. While she continued wildly kicking his testicles, he locked his fingers behind her neck and pulled her head down. Her kicks finally stopped, when her face was at one level with his manhood.

He quickly wiggled his feet to close his legs. When he looked down in between them, he observed a foot stepping on the sand behind him and another one smashing hard into his balls. Herekla had made good use of the time and space, he had left her. Despite his unmatched resistance to nutshots from the thousands of matches he had fought, this kick was hard enough to end the fight and secure the victory for the girls.

Achilles collapsed on the floor in between the two young women's feet and took a minute to wait for the familar waves of emasculating pain to ebb off. His hands covered his balls and also did their best to hide the erection that quickly returned, after the adrenaline of the short fight had softened his large cock. The girls cheered their victory over the legend with great joy, the other two leaving their orderly position and joining the delighted giggle of their training partners.

Achilles couldn't blame them. His training was brutal and had left them covered in bruises and tears countless times. It was only fair that they got back at him, given the chance, he thought. Also, their fast progress had earned them his respect and probably some reward. From now on, he would have to fight them one on one. He sighted, thinking about the effort and pain ahead. It had been nice to fool around with them, four versus one, in the first months of their training.

Achilles tried to get up, but the pain radiating from his beaten manhood didn't allow it and his arms gave in under his weight.

"Lesson's over.", he shortly pressed out between his grinding teeth.

"Thank you, master Achilles.", the cute voices responded in unison. He hoped that the girls would leave and spare him the humiliation of being curiously stared at, while rolling on the floor and cradling his testicles. But instead they walked off to the granite benches next to their training ground, joking and giggling quietly, while regularly looking back at him with curious or cocky smirks.

When he finally felt his strength return, he got up, picked up his chiton from the sand next to the sparring field and began descending the nine hundred steps down to one of the beaches of the small mediterranean island Skyros. He didn't bother wearing the thin piece of clothes for the way. Given the heat, hard workout and ache in his balls, he craved for the feeling of the cool ocean enclosing his body.

On the way down, his balls quickly recovered and left him with a demanding arousal. He had spent most of his life in the Greek cities and had adapted well to the frequent kicks, punches, knees or squeezes, targeting his only weak spot. As he was a trainer for the female nobles and soon-to-be warriors, getting his balls busted was his daily business. The fighting against the beautiful young women, along with their constant attempts to make use of his male weakness, absolutely turned him on. To minimize distractions, he did his best not to reveal this to the women he trained. Obviously that was hard - fighting in the nude was a well-perserved tradition among the Greeks.

The young women he trained were mostly rich and the lawful heritages of their noble houses. They usually knew about their superior position and rank, and many of them came rather bratty from their sheltered lives with their servants and slaves. It was a hard, painful and sometimes very humiliating job to turn them into warriors. But he was great at it. He remembered, how his mother Thetis had splashed the dark water of the river Styx at him when he was a boy, blessing him with invulnerability. Had he not covered his groin with his hands in shame, all of this would be a lot less painful for him today.

Shortly after that, Thetis had decided to hide him in the court of Skyros, disguised as a girl named "Pyrrha", after his red hair. It was Deidamia, daughter of Lycomedea, the queen of Skyros, who had discovered the little secret in between his legs at first.

The girls at court back then had often played warriors, sometimes with sticks. Knowing about the great tales of their ancestors defeating their male opponents, they often kicked or hit each other in between the legs. The girl representing the male would then die theatrically.

Deidamia had kicked the young Achilles in the game, he didn't want to participate in for obvious reasons. She curiously watched the genuine reaction, she had previously seen from many other boys. While the young Achilles lay on the floor, surrendered to a pain he had never before experienced, she continued to kick his groin again and again, testing if her friend would quit the great acting at some point, or if that friend was actually a boy.

Deidamia had kept his secret until his growing genitals and the lack of boobs had made it impossible to disguise him. It was another few years later, when they both discovered the sexual context of Achilles' natural disadvantage to Deidamia. She became his first girlfriend and by now, they still regularly met for fighting, drinking or fucking. But that was all of it. She was the queen of Skyros now, so he was not a worthy spouse for her, despite his fame and battle skills.

The thoughts of the beautiful, powerful woman and their strong relationship, existing throughout their lives since the day of their sexual awakening had his cock hard again. Maybe he would pleasure himself in the ocean, he thought to himself.

Achilles reached the beach, tossed the chiton in his hand away and ran into the cool water. He swam, lay on his back at the water surface and enjoyed the sensation. When he felt sufficiently cooled down, he went back to knee-deep water and just stood there, facing the ocean, enjoying the evening sun on his naked body. This was a great day. His hand went to his cock, still proudly pointing out at the ocean, while he recalled every detail of the well shaped bodies of the young women who had just defeated him.

A cloud moved in front of the sun and the world around him darkened. He opened his eyes and felt his mood darken, too. At the rocks marking the entry to the bay with the harbor, a large trireme quickly moved in, two rows of oars pushing hard into the water on each side. Its sail bore a large, yellow upside-down "V" in a circle on red ground. Sparta!

A warship of Menelea's fleet arriving without announcement could only mean one thing: war. Given the prophecy that had haunted him his whole life, that he was either going to live his life in obscurity or die young in glorious battle, he had been fearing this day since he could remember. He loved his life in obscurity and was never going to trade it off, not in exchange for all the glory in this world.

His decision was made in an instant. He had to hide until the ship left. Turning around to get back to the beach, he was shocked to find Athena standing right in front of him in the knee-deep water. Her godly presence made the air around them vibrate. A leather band lay on her firm, large breasts, reaching from her left shoulder to her right waist, holding the large, round bronze shield on her back. Except from that, she was fully nude, her smooth crotch nicely displayed by her wide, active stance. Full, dark hair fell openly over her back and right shoulder. She held the spear in both hands, the bronze tip over her right shoulder, the blunt wooden end right over the water surface in front of Achilles.

The mortal quickly bent his legs to kneel in front of the goddess in the shallow water. At that moment, the shaft of her spear shot up in between his legs and into his balls. Unfortunately, it didn't stop after the impact. It continued pushing further up, lifting him off his feet. Achilles cried out in agony, when his body weight compressed his testicles on the unyielding wood. Kicking his legs desperately to find hold, his feet splashed up water from the surface that he could barely reach with his toes. He felt his left, and then his right testicle squish past the spear on either side. His thighs still pressed them into the wood, but it was not his full body weight anymore.

Achilles tried to lean back, hoping he could get his squeezed nuts out in front of him, where his still hard cock was resting on the shaft of the spear, but Athena tipped the spear a bit to his front. His hands closed around it and he stabilized in a position, where is balls would at least not pop at any moment. Actually, he knew very well that Athena would not pop his balls by accident. She wouldn't allow his human flesh to set a limit to the pain she could inflict.

Athena stood and held the spear effortlessly. She looked up at him with a stern expression.

"I see, you have made up your decision?", she asked, lifting her left eyebrow.

Achilles opened his mouth and tried to speak up, but be couldn't. It was not only the brutal pain in his compressed balls. Right now was just not his time to speak.

"I expect you to reconsider.", Athena added. "The war to come will be long and brutal. Many good women and men will fall, and many will lose faith and begin to question their endavours. Your place is with the warriors you trained and know how to pleasure."

Achilles understood that he was not destined to join the war in order to fight great battles. It was actually humiliating. His presence in the army was important, because he could keep up the morale of the generation of young warriors, he had carved out of the brats that got send to him over the last decade. After all, men remained a rather rare sight in the armies of most of the Greek city states.

Still panting from the pain, Achilles accepted his destiny and nodded submissively.

"Good boy.", Athena purred with a smirk. The sterness in her face and gestures was gone and with great relief, Achilles felt the spear disengage and his feet dive back into the sea water. To his surprise, no sand followed. Instead, he fully dove into deep water. The liquid in front of him suddenly formed the nude body of the goddess right in his arms, her thigh now softly pressing up in between his legs. A rush of arousal and desire washed over his body. His large, hard cock quickly pushed itself against her pussy lips.

Achilles' back landed on the soft sand and suddenly the water disappeared around him. He found himself lying on the beach again, his cock inside of the goddess, who started riding him passionately. Athena didn't take long to climax. She let out a long, exciting moan while her large tits bounced up and down. Her hand reached behind her ass in between his legs and felt his balls. She gave them a good squeeze, for her satisfaction and for the mortal to be reminded of his position.

Achilles closed his eyes, and the rush of emotions and sensations took over his mind. The wild sex with the goddess of war was the best - and unfortunately shortest - experience in his whole life. His joyful moaning abruptly ended, when a female foot, clad in a leather sandal kicked his balls, sending a sharp pain into his abdomen again.

Achill opened his eyes and found that Athena was gone. He was lying on his back, arms and legs streched out to his sides, his massive erection pointing up to the sky. Over him stood Deidamia, his past girlfriend and queen of Skyros, and Menelea, queen of Sparta, looking at him with curious, amused grins. Each of the women stood with one foot in between his knees and one on the outside. He wondered, who of them had just kicked him.

They didn't need to explain anything. Reluctantly, Achilles rose to his feet and followed the two powerful women into the great war.