Rite of Passage

The New Spartan trials

The day of my trial dawned bright and fair, a good day for it my mentor assured me.

“You do not want to have to undertake the trial on a wet, cold and unpleasant day,” he told me. “Better that it is clear and warm, not too hot, but warm enough to be pleasant.”

“How long is the trial,” I asked. “How will I know it is ended?”

He smiled and patted my arm reassuringly, “You’ll know when it is at an end. As to its length – that is a matter the Masters decide and it is tailored to the candidate.” He paused and studied me a moment. “You are well formed and athletic, I expect that your trial will be long enough to show that to advantage.”

“What happens when it is finished?” I asked. “Will I be returned here to the barracks if I am judged unsuitable?”

“Unlikely,” he responded. “When you leave here this morning you will not return. No one returns after the trials.” He smiled, “Come, we must prepare you, the examiners will be with us shortly and you must not keep them waiting.”

The preparations were thorough; first I underwent a cleansing, a complete evacuation of the bowels and the bladder. Then I was washed and my body and oiled my skin so that its softness and tone were enhanced and finally I was led into the Chamber of Harnessing. My heart skipped a beat as my eye fell upon the harness that would soon embrace my torso. It was heavier and far more restrictive in appearance than I had been led to understand. And I rapidly discovered that it had several features designed to excite and enhance my sexual organs and to restrict the use of my hands.

“This is sometimes difficult the first time,” my mentor told me. “Stand here and I will assist you to don it properly and easily.”

I stood where he indicated and he hefted the harness and carried it to me, fitting it loosely so that it hung from my shoulders by the chest harness part. Following his instructions I now drew the crotch corset carefully to myself and inserted my cock and balls through the heavy ring, then separated my scrotum and inserted it through a smaller ring followed by my now slightly swollen cock through a third. Mentor Alex applied a tool to the rings in succession and they tightened slightly so that now it would be almost impossible to remove them and the tightness caused me to rise to a full erection as he worked.

He smiled and said, “You respond well. Now let us secure the waist corset and adjust the rest.” Quickly he worked and soon I found myself embraced by the heavy leather corset that enclosed me from the ribs to the hips, the front diving down to my crotch to secure the rings and a pair of jock-like straps between my legs lifted my buttocks and secured the base to the back. My chest was now confined by the harness embracing that part of me and the final part, a heavy collar to which the upper sections of the harness were linked, was now fastened round my neck. A soft click as the buckle was secured alerted me to the fact that every buckle was secured by a small brass lock. Only someone with a key, presumably at the destination following my trial, would be able to release me. 

With the harness secured, Mentor Alex turned his attention to my erection and my balls and said, “Now we must protect your assets P46. This leather sheath and case is designed to completely encase them and attach to the corset. It ensures that you do not damage yourself and it also helps to ensure you cannot relieve your pleasure rod without release.” Carefully he fitted the bright red leather to my tool and over my stretched balls, engaging a tongue between my legs and then inserting another into a lock at the front. The contrast between the red leather and the black of the harness was stark and I was immediately struck by how closely the leather seemed to be moulded to my dick, as if it had been modelled exactly to fit me. Stepping back he said, “There, now we must fit your boots.”

The boots proved to be chaps style, the legs reaching my crotch before being cut to the sides at front and rear to be attached to the corset on my hips. Once zipped and buckled they hugged my legs tightly and restricted, to a small degree, my knee movement. Again they made an amazing sight on my legs, and the whole outfit left only my buttocks and anus uncovered. I wondered about this as he fitted cuffs to my wrists and secured these to my hips, a position from which it was immediately obvious I could neither reach my crotch nor prevent any access to my rear.

“Now you are ready,” Mentor Alex announced at last. “Follow me to the Trial Arena.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, for most it is soon over and you can look forward to a life in a Master’s Household. For some though,” he cautioned, “The trial is but the beginning of many. Do not surrender too easily; the best rewards are to be found after Level Four.” 

With that he ushered me through the heavily barred door at the end of the corridor. We all knew this door, the door to the trial grounds. Rumour said it opened into a deep cavern, others said it was an entrance to the arena and still others that it led, by way of a tunnel, to the country outside the city. I found myself in a sort of vestibule being greeted by a smiling man clad in an excitingly skin tight suit of black rubber which shone with polish. It covered his whole body, only his face exposed as even his head was covered in the rubber, and his feet were encased in close fitting boots that reached his knees. And my eyes were drawn to the shape of his genitals revealed by the tight rubber covering his crotch. Something appeared very different about them but I could not determine what.

“P46? Welcome to your trial.” His smile was warm and welcoming, “I will explain the process and then you will be permitted to enter the first level. You must work your way through each level in turn and there are six levels.” He eyed my for a moment, “Few complete all six, very few, but even those who do not are rewarded according to the level they achieve, provided they get beyond Level Two with at least one enhancement or more than four penalty alterations.”

“What happens to those who fail to achieve that?” I asked.

“They are sent to the morphing unit and undergo permanent physical alteration to suit the Masters desires and then become permanent servants of the trials.” He smiled, “You will encounter several and must avoid them or overcome them to win the jewels they guard. It requires cunning for some and agility and dexterity for others.” Quickly he explained the process, warning that all body contact, whether successful in escape or not, incurred a penalty, and I realised it was based upon the video games we had played since early childhood, except that now I was one of the figures in a game that was all too real. As I had been very much a master of these games, I suspected that I would find my feet and discover the manner in which I could overcome the obstacles fairly quickly. Even so, it was with some trepidation that I passed through the next door and found myself in the reality of the Underworld Maze of the Mangaboys. I studied the plan carefully, I had to find the six golden keys, these would release my hands and give me a fighting chance of overcoming the guardian demons who, I now knew could only hope for a return to something more human if they could overcome and impregnate me. I decided on my path and noted the alternative routes from each possible ambush point and set off. 

Quickly I found the first key, but it was mounted high and I had to retrieve it with my mouth, standing on tip toe to reach it. I had barely recovered it when the first Mangaboy found me and tried to corner me. I evaded him and found the second key, but it was guarded by another Mangaboy. It was now I noticed something about them, they seemed to be totally sealed into their rubber suits, even their genitalia being sealed into a tight and rather small bulge at the crotch. Their hands too were spatulate and without fingers, but it was when the first one opened his mouth that I saw how they would impregnate anyone they caught – their tongues were long and thick penises. Thinking fast, I feinted down a short passage and when they followed, double swiftly back knocking one into the other to charge past as they desperately tried to grasp me and grabbed the key. Then I dived down the next tunnel on my list and retrieved the third key. The path to the next was guarded so I detoured and attempted to find the fourth or fifth by another route. Here I was frustrated by the Mangaboys, I wasn’t sure if it was the same pair I had earlier encountered – it didn’t matter -  but found the sixth key, again mounted high and I had to leap to reach it, knocking it to the ground and then swiftly bending to retrieve it before once more evading my pursuers. 

Fortune favoured me for I found the next key unguarded and easily retrieved, but the last took some time to achieve and almost became my undoing for I found myself surrounded on three sides as I turned to make my way to the exit. I had just determined to knock the nearest boy to the ground (incurring a further penalty for having to make body contact again!) and escape past him when the lights flashed several times and a siren sounded. Instantly the Mangaboys froze and slumped resignedly. Recognising the signal I walked forward and found myself passing through a previously concealed door into a new scenario which I recognised as the Court of Fabled Beasts. But now I was intercepted by another rubber clad figure who signalled me to follow him first into a small vestibule.

“Six keys,” he smiled, “Impressive, most get only four. But one double body contact means you lose one enhancement credit, leaving you five. You may only carry three to the next Level and must use two now – unless you wish to use all five of course.”

“I’ll use three,” I said quickly, “what will they give me? Freedom of my hands?”

He smiled, “Partially. You may buy elbow cuffs to replace those currently holding your wrists. That is one credit; the remainder must go toward enhancing some part of your anatomy.”

I thought quickly, “Then let me have the elbow cuffs.” I looked down and grinned, “And whatever two credits will do to my penis.”

He laughed, “Very well, step this way.”

Ten minutes later I was once more in the entrance to Level two, a little stunned and more than a little nervous as I looked down at the nine inches of penis now standing ahead of me encased in tight red leather, my scrotum bulging beneath it. I should have been more cautious, but it was too late now, my new enlarged organ was going to be a handicap if this Level followed the same pattern as the video game, but I could only hope it would not be too much in the way. This was going to be difficult I thought as I planned my strategy for reaching the next exit.  At least the “treasures” I needed to collect were all fairly easily identified and, unlike Level one which was a maze, this level involved traversing four different terrains each guarded by a particular fabled ‘beast’. If it ran to the same plan as the video each would be bound to his particular area. Cautiously I stepped forward and discovered that I was in luck, the beast of this first area was nowhere to be seen. If I was right he should have been a Centaur like beast, though with two legs not four. I advanced into the first set of cover and then the next. I had almost reached the place I thought the treasure would be when I heard a snort and turned to find the ‘beast’ by his size and development, my own age, behind me. He was naked but his legs were those of a horse and so was his head. His hands too were hooves – but his penis was a stallion’s, and he was obviously ready to make me his mare!

Desperately I dodged. He was quick and very nimble, but I was just that fraction more agile, fear lending speed to my reflexes as I evaded him. There followed a desperate chase until, by luck alone I stumbled across the treasure and snatched it quickly. Instantly he stopped and fell to his knees, his head bowed in submission. I thought fast, the rules allowed me to place a bridle on him and take him with me, so I looked about and saw the bridle on a branch of a nearby tree. Retrieving it I slipped it on his head and fastened it.

 “Come,” I commanded, “You will now assist me in the next task.” Taking the halter rope I led him forward and soon was glad I had done so since, by the rules of the trial he must now defend me – which was just as well since the next beast was a fawn, legs of a goat, horns and genitals that made my own look small – and faster than I could ever be. I sacrificed my ponyboy to his lust and found the treasure while they were coupled – then I harnessed the fawn and compelled them both to accompany me on the next and finally the last, though here, the wolf that guarded the treasure was much too cunning and I escaped empty handed having almost been impregnated through my overconfidence. As it was, his penis had touched my anus and therefore at the next entrance I suffered the loss of two treasures and paid a forfeit. I entered the next Level therefore with one arm a tentacle and wearing a muzzle.

The third level was easier than I had expected, partly because I discovered very rapidly that the tentacle was much more versatile than my restrained arms had been. Of the five ‘jewels’ I won four and made it to the exit having had only one encounter with one of the guardians. But it was one that had managed to encase my leather sheathed cock in its trunk-like organ and almost succeeded in making me ejaculate before I had managed to pull free and escape. I reached the vestibule to find a Judge waiting for me.

“You came close there,” he smiled, “But you escaped, well done. However, your penalty is to have your remaining arm converted to a tentacle and your muzzle replaced by an open gag hood.”

I submitted to this wondering what lay in store now. This level had several obstacles I would need my arms to negotiate, though if both tentacles were as strong as my arms had been, I stood a chance of winning through. Only one guardian stood between me and the next level now and I knew that even though he was powerful, the obstacles were something he could not easily negotiate. I entered his domain and headed straight for the first major obstacle, reaching it barely ahead of the guardian and discovered that my surmise regarding the tentacles was almost right and I hauled myself to safety shaking with fright. The descent was easier and I was almost at the second obstacle before my pursuer managed to spy me. From the top of this one I spied out the land quickly because it was an easier one for him to negotiate and then set off at an angle he would not expect – or so I thought. I ran straight into him.

In desperation my tentacles found his penis and I did my best to distract him from his obvious intention to impregnate me and make me his replacement by trying to pleasure him using the tendril like protrusions with which my spatulate “hands” were now equipped. To my relief and surprise, he groaned and I felt the gush of his ejaculation as it erupted straight into my face, some even penetrating the open gag and trickling into my mouth. Barely able to see I tore myself loose and plunged toward the obstacle and the exit, finding the only ‘Golden Galleon’ coin it contained as I stumbled down the final few steps.

I staggered to a halt in the vestibule as the Judge stepped forward, a frown creasing his brow. The spunk dripping down my head and shoulders told one story, but now I became aware that more dripped from my buttocks and I held my breath as he examined me. 

Finally he said, “You have been resourceful and lucky so far. He has not succeeded in impregnating you so you may continue, but you must now pay a further forfeit. Your penis will be reduced to a clitoris. You will gain breasts as a result. The hood will be replaced by a more restrictive one for the next Level. Come with me.”  

Twenty minutes later I stepped forward into the new Level with my reshaped crotch covered by a tiny scrap of leather and the unaccustomed weight of small, firm, breasts dragging on my chest. Fortunately for me, this re-arrangement, plus my new found caution, actually made it easier to evade the two guardians as I searched for the crystal eggs, finally emerging unscathed from the Level clutching four of the five I could have found in my spatulate ‘hands’.

“Well done,” the Judge said as I emerged, a little breathless, into the vestibule. He checked the eggs and confirmed the credits and other treasures I had managed to collect. “A good collection,” he said looking me over. “Not enough to fully restore yourself, but enough to give you entry to this Level. You may want to consider purchasing an enhancement or a restoration of some part of yourself before you proceed.” He eyed my feminised crotch and added, “You will have need of a penis if you are to succeed.”

I thought for a moment, then asked, “Can I restore my own and still get an enhancement as well?”

He checked his tablet and nodded, “That is permissible, but it would be a very limited restoration. What did you have in mind?”

I shook my head, “It doesn’t matter I think. But can my tongue be converted to a penis? Preferably tentacle-like rather than the normal arrangement?”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, that is allowed, though it is normally considered a penalty.” He frowned, “Why?”

I grinned, “If my assessment of this level is right, the guardian I must overcome will seek to impregnate my mouth. If I can use my penis to block that and perhaps turn the tables on him, I will have an advantage.”

“Very well.” He smiled slyly. “Step this way and it shall be done.”

Ten uncomfortable minutes later I was released from the morphing machine. The Judge smiled as I advanced toward him and asked, “Well, are you satisfied with your new organ?”

I returned the smile and attempted a reply, “’eth,” was as far as I got, the rest of my speech was unintelligible as my ‘tongue’ emerged from my lips, the glistening glans already swelling as it elongated and stiffened to its full length. I was shocked, it wasn’t a tentacle at all – I now had a full eight inches of penis, stiff and erect, protruding from my mouth.

He laughed. “Well, well, it seems the pattern of a penis is that it must always be capable of erection, not just a muscle. Well, good luck, though I suspect you will not need any.”

It had cost me two ‘eggs’ but I now had a penis, though not where a man normally carries it. I stepped into the domain warily. There were two Guardians at this level and I had to somehow avoid or overcome both in order to obtain the prize. And I was not long in encountering the first. And now I had a problem, for I had to answer his questions in order to pass – and my tongue was now my penis!

The beast before me smiled and said, “If you cannot speak, then prepare to receive my seed.”

With a massive effort I managed, “I han thpeak!” My eyes took in his appearance, a man with the head of a bull and hooves for feet, but it was his massive sheathed penis that drew my attention for I knew that failure to answer his question would see me submitting to it.

“Impressive,” the beast looked disappointed, “Then answer my question. What is the proper state of a novice in the presence of his Master?”

“Thu no’ith muth’ a’ all thimeth be harnethed ath hith math’er liketh,” I had to pause as my penis tongue was stiffening into an erection again, but managed to finish, “an’ thatith’y hith math’er’th thethireth!” My penis tongue now seemed longer and harder as it now forced its way to its full size rendering further speech impossible.

 “Very good,” the beast said. “But not very intelligible was it? I will allow your passage but will penalise you – you shall wear this.” He produced a large strap-on dildo, “Remove your crotch cover.”

“Ah han’th,” I managed and used my tentacles to show that my spatulate ‘hands’ could not undo the buckles.

“Very well,” he stepped forward and removed the crotch cover revealing the vulva that now adorned my crotch. It took me a moment to realise that the dildo had a plug attached to its base and this was inside my anus and the whole being strapped firmly in place before I could protest. When he had finished I had a twelve inch shiny rubber penis complete with large balls jutting proudly from my crotch while the large butt plug anchored it in my anus and a set of stimulators teased my tiny penis in its hiding place. “There, my tentacled one.” He laughed. “Now you are ready to face the final Guardian.” His hand caressed the swollen tip of my tongue penis and he added, “Make good use of your attributes, for if you do not I will yet have my pleasure with you.”

It was not easy walking now, the stimulation in my crotch was distracting me, but I managed to move carefully, if slowly, to a place where I could see the lair. I surveyed the paths before me; the Elven was a wily guardian and would be upon me quickly if I gave the slightest opening. The paths seemed clear so I weighed up my options and decided to try the nearer path, hoping that it followed the pattern of the video game as had the others. I had to find at least three of the keys on this level if I hoped to be restored to my former state, so I set out cautiously and began collecting the tablets needed to release keys or exchange for release from some of the traps. 

This was a deceitful level I knew, full of unexpected snares and it wasn’t long before I found the first. After paying the release, I was more careful, but soon found myself paying again for release from another. At least I had a pouch now filled with the tablets and could concentrate on finding the first key. I saw it just as the Elven Guardian found me. In desperation I sprinted for it, throwing caution to the winds and managed to whip a tentacle around it just as the silver skinned guardian laid a slender hand on my neck.

I brandished the key, unable to say the words I knew had to be said because my tongue penis was fully erect and unresponsive.

“So,” the Elven Guardian studied me, “you have the key – and a few amusing attributes besides. Very well, I must allow you to pass on this attempt.” It studied me for a moment longer, then said, “You have three minutes before I am free to pursue, use them well.”

By sheer luck I found several tablets just after leaving him and collected these in passing, then spotted the second key and made a dash for it, narrowly avoiding a trap in the process. As I grasped the key with my spatulate tentacle hand, the ground opened beneath me and I tumbled into a pen, the key firm in my grasp. Transferring this to my pouch I took stock. The floor of the pen was soft and difficult to walk on, but had cushioned my fall, a door to one side offered an escape and I tried it. It opened into a second chamber and I found myself staring at another harnessed figure, strapped spread-eagled in a manner that suggested I was expected to use my sexual equipment on him. I considered this carefully, it seemed to be a trap, and I examined all the other possible exits carefully, the youth’s eyes following me as I circled.

“There is only one way out,” he said, slowly. “You have no choice but to impregnate me, that will release a door through which you can exit.” He considered me carefully as I stared at him, adding, “But I’m not sure how it will work with you.”

I moved between his raised legs and noted the lubrication around his anus and the heavy restraint on his penis preventing me from stimulating him. I nodded, “Thith wi’ be bo’ en’s.”

He nodded and I slipped the dildo into him, drawing a gasp from him as I did so. Then, carefully, I leaned into him and brushed my penis tongue to his lips. He opened his mouth and accepted it gently, using his own tongue to stimulate me. Carefully, and after a fair amount of experimenting, I managed to find a rhythm which stimulated my crotch and seemed to be stimulating him as well, then we got down to the serious business of bringing me to an ejaculation. I wasn’t even sure I could, but I was damned well going to try – I had one more key to find!

It took ten minutes, but then my crotch seemed to convulse beneath the dildo base even as the tip of my penis tongue exploded in sensation. I felt the ooze of spunk between my legs and felt a rush of relief as I tried to withdraw carefully, thanking my companion clumsily. He grinned, “My pleasure. Good luck, you’re going to need it!”

I found the door now unlocked and hurried out and up the short flight of steps. The way seemed clear so I moved quickly again finding a cache of tablets which I collected and moved on quickly. The third key fell to me unexpectedly easily, but now I found I had to negotiate my way right across the domain – and I knew the Elven Guardian would be lying in wait. There was only one path and I took it, grateful at least that my tongue was now soft and pliable and once more enclosed in my mouth. The silken cord embraced my upper body so quickly and so effectively that I could not escape. Once more the silver figure appeared from the foliage and stepped closer.

“So you escaped the pit and the honey snare? It seems I cannot impregnate you either as you are sealed and your oral opening has your organ filling it.” He smiled, “Clever. But I have caught you and now you have a choice, use your treasure and keys to buy your release or become my slave and plaything for a period.”

I indicated my pouch and managed to convey that I would pay.

“Are you sure?” He studied me, “Do you know what that would mean for you?”

My heart sank; I had a feeling it would be something worse than I already was. 

“I see you do not know, but you can guess. You will remain in this form, half male and half female, unable to plant your seed in anyone else, but accepting theirs.” He studied me for a moment more, “Think carefully, my service is not onerus and you will be free to go on to your fate tomorrow.”  

I thought about it, “I thubmi’ ‘o ‘u.”

He smiled, “Excellent. Then come with me.”

My ‘service’ to him was not onerous, and he did not require my submitting to his impregnation, rather the opposite. He enjoyed my tongue while I used the dildo on a fresh slave of the ‘pit’ in preparation for a new candidate. 

“It seems that few of today’s candidates have your determination or ability,” my Elvin ‘master’ said, sharing a meal with me and his servant of the pit. “Only one has reached the fourth level in a condition that made continuing possible.” He smiled. “He will be several days in the service of the Centaur …”

I wanted to ask how many of the candidates passed unscathed through the Maze of Transition, but struggled to make myself plain. Eventually he understood.

He laughed. “Why, none. No one leaves here the same as he entered it.” He watched me for a moment as I considered this. “Everyone leaves the Maze with some change to his anatomy, as you will tomorrow. Some choose not to leave. I am one, and others among the guardians of the levels have also chosen to remain.” He shrugged. “It has its rewards.”

“It does.” the ‘servant’ grinned. “Any time you want to give me another dose of that dildo and your tongue …”

 Despite my shock at learning I would leave the Maze without being fully restored to my original state, I laughed. I managed to ask a further question. An important one. What would happen once I was released from the Maze?

The silver elf smiled. “You probably have enough treasure points to restore your male organ to its usual position and form.” He chuckled. “But I think you may have at least one tentacle arm in future.” Pausing he studied me. “You will be assigned a Master who will determine your future fetish and become your ‘protector’ and companion until you are of an age to become one yourself, and to be assigned your own qualifier from the Maze.”

And so it transpired. I had survived the Maze, reached the final level, and passed despite the penalty. I passed the final door to be greeted by the ultimate judge. He smiled as I entered.

 “Ah, the enterprising youth. Empty your pouch into the machine and let us see what your future holds.” He watched as I tipped the pouch carefully into the receptacle. “Very good. You did well. You have earned the restoration of your genitals and one arm.” He hesitated. “The breasts will be reduced, but the nipples will remain full sized. Step into the modifier and follow the instructions.”

 I’d expected to retain at least one arm as a tentacle, but the nipples were a shock. I obeyed the instruction and inserted my right arm into the levees, my tongue penis into the tube, and my crotch into the form with my small breasts in the forms positioned to receive them. Metal clamps embraced me, holding me firmly in position, and then the process began. The sensations were incredible. Erotic and stimulating in the extreme, and I emerged after an hour weak and rather dazed. 

 “Take a drink of this.” The attendant offered me a glass of what appeared to be fruit juice, and I drank it  gratefully. “Right, you seem to have everything you should have back to normal.” He smiled. “Except for the tentacle arm of course, and those impressive nipples.”

I smiled weakly. “Thanks. What now?” It felt a little strange have my tongue returned to normal.

“We exchange the harness for the latex outfit your Master has ordered.” 

The latex suit fitted like a second skin. It felt good, So did the knee high boots, and the light harness over the suit. My genitals filled the moulded pouch tightly, and looked slightly larger than they had been. I said so.

“Be glad then.” The attendant grinned. “And now your Master waits. Off you go, and well done, you won’t forget this moment, your rite of passage.”

I stepped through the exit and stopped as I recognised the waiting man, like me dressed in tight latex. “You’re my Master?”

Deimos of Sparta Four smiled. “I am, and Subs — especially one with a tentacle for an arm and the nipples of a girl — should not forget it.”

 I smiled, and adopted the required position, on one knee before my Master, head bowed in submission. “Then I am yours, Master. Teach me the ways to please you.”

“I accept your submission, Leonides of the Schola of Alexii. Now stand and follow me, I wish to begin your training as my latex sub immediately.”