The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Eleven The long ride into Labar and the beer I had the night before made me sleep like a baby through the night. Despite the buil- ding's run-down condition, it was kept warm by the chimneys that ran through it from the floors below and I lay naked on the small couch as comfortable as I had ever been. I awoke, however, with that strange feeling of knowing that somebody was watching me and suddenly jumped up expecting to see the Old Ones, the Prince of Raykov, or the men who had challenged us at the bar. Instead, my eyes stared out at a circle of young boys standing around the couch watching me. There were a full dozen of them, the youngest ones as stark naked as I was, their little, hairless penises sitting on their small bodies as if they were naked all the time. The older ones (though none looked to be much older than thirteen) wore nothing more than white cotton underpants, bulges showing where their rubbery young penises were between their smooth thighs. When I realized they were only boys not much older than I was, I relaxed and sat naked wiping the sleep from my eyes. "What are you staring at?" I asked, but the boys just looked at me and didn't say a word. A dark haired boy with a pronounced bulge in his underpants reached his hand back to scratch between his shoulder blades, but they otherwise just stood there. I noticed my necklace was gone and rubbed around my thin neck trying to feel for the gold chain before remembering that the man had taken it. Not feeling particularly frightened by the boys or embarrassed at being naked, I stood up and looked around for Paul. The young boys cleared a path for me and I finally saw the older youth laying on a bunk against a far wall. The room I found myself in was the attic of an obviously very old building. The ceiling was sloped with the roof and the walls were made of brick, the upper reaches of the chimneys, stained black with soot. There were several beds and bunks against the walls, enough for all the boys if a few of them slept with each other. Paul was sleeping on one of these and I went over and shook his bare shoulder. "Huh?" the adolescent said, quickly jumping up and looking around. The naked and half naked boys formed a circle around us, still watching quietly. Paul looked at me. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. "We need to find Brendan," I said. Paul sat up on the bunk and jumped down to the floor. His feet were bare as was his well formed chest, but he still wore his blue jeans. "Where did that man go?" he asked the boys assembled around. The boys glanced around at each other, but didn't say any- thing. I scarcely thought to notice how cute they all were, for I was afraid and wanted only to get back to Brendan. "Here, here, now, boys," the man who had found us the night before said, appearing as if from nowhere and shooing the boys aside to reach us. "You mustn't stare at our guests." He pushed their bare backs away from him firmly but gently and they all slumped to the sides but didn't leave us or stop looking at us. "Did you sleep well?" the man asked us, rubbing his hands togeth- er and smiling warmly. He was an odd looking man, rather tall but very slender, his hair and beard made of wispy brown hair turning gray. There was something unsettling about him, but I couldn't figure out what. "Yes, but we must be getting back to our friends," Paul said, taking up his shirt and slipping it over his arms. "Not before breakfast, surely," the man said turning away before Paul could protest. Paul shrugged to me and followed the man. I swallowed nervously and realized that the boys all hung back waiting and watching me. I hurried after Paul, smelling the sweet smell of their young bodies as I passed them. The boys remained silent throughout the breakfast that fol- lowed, though the man carried on an almost constant monologue. His name was McGyver, or so he said, and somewhere in all his talking he managed to say very little but managed to get Paul to say quite a bit in only a few words. He didn't mention Kovzland at all, and I felt somehow glad that part of our story was se- cure. Concern for my necklace started to grow in my mind during their talk, for I was very anxious to keep it on my neck until my lamp caught up to me as Brendan had promised it would. I stayed silent for most of the meal, however, very aware that none of the other boys had said a word. "What about my necklace?" I blurted out when we had finished almost the last of the biscuits and greasy gravy he had served us. "What necklace is that, child?" McGyver asked with feigned ignorance that even I could spot. "You took my necklace last night and I want it back." I sounded pretty tough to myself but doubtlessly sounded like a precocious boy with my soprano voice and childlike face. "Don't be so rude, Kely," Paul hushed me up. "It was just a piece of junk anyway." Paul seemed to like McGyver, but I disliked him instinctive- ly. Still, not having the older boy's support quieted me, though I focused on giving McGyver as threatening of looks as I could manage with my innocent eyes. Paul didn't know what the necklace was and I wasn't about to explain it to him in front of McGyver. After breakfast, the man talked Paul into going with him in search of our friends. I was told to stay in the attic until they got back and McGyver said that my clothes were out being cleaned so he couldn't give them to me just yet. I didn't be- lieve him. Somehow I knew he was only saying that to keep me naked and thereby trapped in the room. The other boys, having dressed in outlandish clothes that were either far too big or far too small for them, were preparing to go "to work" as McGyver instructed them. They bantered quietly to each other, but still didn't say anything to me. In the end, only one boy was left in the room to "keep me company" (though I felt very much like a prisoner). Paul, McGyver and all the other boys took off and left me there with him. I turned from the door they had left from and faced the boy who stood, still in just his underpants, leaning back against one of the bunks. With the other boys gone, he suddenly grinned at me. "What's your name?" he asked. His arms were folded across his bare chest and I looked up at him as I crossed to the couch to sit down. He was a very skinny boy and puberty had made his arms and legs outgrow his small chest. He stood perhaps six inches taller than me with long slender legs that were still completely hairless. "Kely," I said, my small, naked body sitting down on the couch. "My name's Travis," he grinned. To my dismay, I suddenly realized how pretty I found the young boy. He had blond hair, brushed back from a very smooth, boyish face. His eyes were blue and his nose was very small and pug, a trait I had found very attractive in the other boys I had met. He had thin lips pulled back as he grinned from straight white teeth. Beneath his smooth face, his skinny neck joined to his small shoulders, broad desp- ite the thinness of his body. His collarbones stood out clearly and his small chest swelled out slightly beneath two very small nipples almost the same color of his tanned skin. As stated, his arms looked too long for his body, but they swelled at his shoulders and biceps with cute, boyish muscle. Even his tanned forearms bulged with very small and slender muscles as he held them wrapped across his abdomen. Just beneath them, I could see the soft skin of his hairless belly, his little belly button, the skin looking even prettier against the elastic band of his un- derpants. The most striking thing about him was the size of the bulge between his legs. It was obvious that his penis wasn't erect, but it still made a very clear mound in his underwear. I stared at it for some moments wondering just how big his pubescent penis was, and blushed immediately when I felt my little boyhood stif- fen into a frantic little boy erection. It had been more than a week since I had last played with Lance and I felt queasy with desire looking at the cute boy in front of me. I blushed in embarrassment when I looked up and found the boy still grinning at me, his eyes glancing down at my stiff, hair- less, little penis and over my body, still leaning back against the bunk. He sighed loudly, and I felt myself tighten in fear as he stood up and started to come toward me. It wasn't that I was such an innocent boy anymore, but to be so vulnerable to this perfect stranger, to know that he knew what he was going to do to me. He was so pretty and I needed him so badly, but at the same time I needed to be on guard and ready to escape. By the time Travis reached the couch and sat down beside me, the bulge in his underwear had grown tremendously and I knew he had an erection as horny as mine. He just smiled, however, his slender arm slipping around my thin shoulders and pulling me against his chest as I stared at the throbbing mound of his big penis. "Don't be afraid," he cooed to me, his free hand reaching out and stroking my small chest as he held me. "We're just going to play a game." There was no doubt that the boy thought I was a complete virgin for that's what I looked like and that's what I acted like. I was terrified of him, terrified of my desire for him, and couldn't help gasping boyishly as I felt his tender hand caress my chest, his fingers probe my hairless armpits. "You're so soft," he whispered against my tender ear. Despite his thin- ness, it was obvious that Travis was stronger than me and I probably wouldn't have tried to escape even if I could. The young boy excited me in ways neither Eric, Erin or Lance ever could. Perhaps it was only the very young pubescent needs of my hairless body not being relieved in so many days or perhaps it was the smooth warmth of his slender body against mine. All I knew was that my penis felt hard as rock and I needed the boy's caresses as badly as he wanted to give them to me. I gasped more nervously as I felt his trembling fingertips sliding down my boyish body, over my little belly button until they were very gently petting the smooth, hairless flesh around my little penis. Travis seemed to like what he was doing for he was panting as quickly as I was as his hand reached lower and lay his palm directly over my boyhood, giggling softly as he felt it throbbing with boyish need. His smooth cheeks were rosy and the happy grin on his cute face made him look even prettier. "Do you like that?" he smiled, his fingers caressing my little testicles as his warm palm slowly rubbed against my erect little penis. I blushed and smiled up at his cute face loving the growing pleasure between my legs and excited at the prospect of having a boyish orgasm with the thirteen year old. I nodded, my childish blue eyes twinkling with the excitement in my erection. Travis's other hand still held to my thin shoulders and he pulled me even closer to him, my upper arm rubbing against the smooth warmth of his skinny chest. I looked down at the bulge in his underwear again and could tell that the young teenager's big penis was curled inside them, throbbing madly and sticking out at the fabric with incredible hardness. He just kept rubbing my little dick as I blushed and reached my hand out between his hairless thighs. His young cock felt even harder than it looked and felt even bigger as I held the big bulge in my small hand. "Yeah," he breathed softly, his slender hips reflexively pressing his big dick outward. I giggled slightly and tried to straighten his penis out, feeling the boy's relief as the six and a half inch organ finally stuck out straight across his white underwear. It felt so warm and excited and I was very curious about what it would look like. Travis's eyes were closed and his hand left my penis to slide slowly up my skinny body. He was smiling happily as he pulled my little chest over to his and I felt his hands caressing my baby soft back and small shoulder blades. Awkwardly I managed to get hold of the elastic to his underwear and tried to pull them down. His raging erection found the opening immediately and I could see the uncircumcised brown inches of it stick up against his belly. It looked clean and beautiful, the smooth, warm brown flesh feeling nice against my little hand. Travis didn't let go of me as I struggled to strip his clothes off, but he did move his small butt enough for me to finally unveil the full length of his pretty penis. As mentioned, his penis was six and a half inches long and was throbbing with excitement. It was colored a very soft brown that ran almost without blemish all the way to the fleshy fore- skin that completely covered his penis head. The only marks in the smooth skin was the faint, baby blue vein that pulsed along its length pumping blood to the excited boy's pubescent cock. His penis stuck out so straight and looked hard despite the soft flesh that covered it. His testicles were equally large for his small, skinny body and hung in a loose, hairless scrotum of baby soft skin between his thin, hairless thighs. The boy did have some pubic hair and it was very pretty: short and boyish look- ing, but dark brown and curling with pubescent growth. It was still very sparse and I could see the smooth flesh of his belly through the small circle around his erection. Travis leaned back enough to look down our small bodies at our young penises throbbing together, his looking all the bigger against the hairless little boyhood sticking out from my body. He smiled down at them and I could feel his hand again sliding down my body to caress my private parts. He pressed his hips forward and I soon felt the warm hardness of his penis joining mine in his large hand. The boy rubbed the two young things together and it felt very good. He even held them tightly enough that he could press his hard, brown penis head out of his fleshy foreskin, the shining head looking very hard and beautiful, darker brown than the shaft of his penis, the small slit gaping with hardness. He giggled suddenly and I looked up into his cute face grin- ning at me as he rubbed our young boyhoods. He was blushing as his bright, baby blue eyes gazed at me and I couldn't help blush- ing and smiling back. He was so very cute, his warm hand and hard penis filling me with a boyish excitement I hadn't felt before. I longed desperately to feel my little penis pulsing with orgasm again, knew that this was going to be my most excit- ing orgasm yet in the strong arms of the skinny young boy. I was equally excited about seeing Travis's orgasm and the radiant beauty that would fill his pretty face when that glorious feeling raced along his big penis. With his smooth, slender arm holding to my bare shoulders, I could feel the soft, warm flesh of his hairless underarm against my skin and it felt delightful. He was such a pretty boy that I felt the same excited love for him that I had for all the other boys who had played with my penis. It was a strange love, one that ached with desire to be consumed with the other boy's orgasm, to feel our young, boyish bodies thrusting and jerking together in orgasmic passion. Travis gasped, the cute boyish smile still on his thin lips, as he lay back on the couch and stared down at the huge, throb- bing penis between his legs. His foreskin hadn't released his penis head and the pretty young thing still looked soft in the smooth brown flesh of his body. His short, sparse pubic hairs looked adorable against the soft brown of his throbbing shaft and hairless brown testicles, so pretty I couldn't help reaching out to pet them. They felt wiry but soft with boyhood, still looking more brown than black and so short and cute at the base of his throbbing penis. Travis just grinned delightedly at my small fingers petting his little pubic hairs and I soon felt his en- larged hand moving between his legs to take hold of mine. With trembling excitement and gentle insistence, the thirteen year old boy tenderly raised my hand up and lay it against the warm, hardness of his beautiful young penis. I knew well enough what the boy wanted and bashfully took the thick organ into my small fist. My fingers couldn't fit all the way around it, but I could hold enough of it to make the boy's smooth belly ripple with muscle and make his high pitched voice crack suddenly. I pulled the boy's loose foreskin down his big penis and his brown head reemerged in shining boyish glory. I grinned up at his face and the young teenager lay smiling with joy at the feelings in his penis, his beautiful eyes wide with wonder and delight. My hand moved back up his long shaft and I watched the soft fold of skin again rub over his large head and cover it leaving a fleshy nipple at the end. I took great delight in seeing his foreskin sliding over his rock hard penis head and started to rub rhythmically up and down on the sweet thing, feeling it throbbing with boyish erection, knowing that I was masturbating him and that he was filled with the excitement that comes with young orgasm. Travis wasn't to be alone with pleasure, however, for the young teenager's hand was soon slipping between my legs again, his long fingers caressing my hairless little erection, the tiny purple head shining in boyish glory and excitement. His hand was too big to grip my little boyhood in his fist, but the cute kid lovingly took the skinny throbbing erection between his thumb and forefinger and I started gasping as I felt him masturbating me with gentle tugs between my legs. I didn't have enough flesh on my penis to cover my shiny little head, but I still had enough that the pale skin along my shaft moved up and down on my hard- ness, the pretty boy's brown hand making it look even smaller and more pale. I was so very excited that I immediately gasped and moaned, my high pitched voice sounding like a puppy whining as Travis's fingers rubbed madly up and down my little penis. The pleasure in my childlike body felt so good that I found myself laying slowly over until my baby soft cheek was pressed against the other boy's hard, skinny chest, my eyes gazing at the smooth beauty of his tanned skin. His chest was so small and I panted boyishly as I looked at his little nipples, only slightly darker than his young boy flesh. My hand still managed to awkwardly rub the boy's big, stiff penis and his sweet soprano voice was grunt- ing as I stroked up and down the hard meat. Travis strong arm pulled me even closer against him, our little chests and baby soft sides pressing against each other as his long, hairless legs rippled and his slender body tightened. He seemed to be as excitable as I was, for we both grew louder as we jerked our penises with boyish enthusiasm. I cried lovingly as I rubbed my beardless cheek against the small contours of his chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly, feeling the firm ridges of his prominent collar bones, the warm skin of his living body. His cock felt so big in my small hand, pulsing with throbbing hardness as his fleshy foreskin continued rubbing up and over his big, brown penis head. I loved the warm feel of it, the excite- ment that I knew was building in his pubescent testicles, longing for the relief his horny young body needed so desperately. Still he tugged on my little erection and the pleasure in my own body was no less than his. I had needed to be played with for so long, my boyhood so hard and excited now that it seemed like a separate thing, a thing of beautiful pleasure, pleasure only a young boy on the brink of puberty can fully appreciate. It filled my mind with dizzy swirls of happiness, caused me to beg and grunt with frantic hardness. I was already shuddering as intense pleasure consumed my little penis and swept over my belly, when Travis suddenly cried out, his beautiful voice so squeaky with childhood. His smooth thighs rippled with beauty, pleasure caressing him no less quick- ly than the pretty brown foreskin rubbing over his penis. I was jerking with boyish orgasm and swimming in pleasure, watching the beauty of his big cock, the pretty little hairs around his thick base, hearing the music of his pretty voice crying in orgasm as his entire body grew so hard it must have hurt him. The loose fold of his foreskin was still rubbing up and down his thick penis when the young boy's penis head suddenly squirt thin, clear boy juice out, the sweet young semen squirting into my face and across his little chest. I watched it speckling his soft belly, the smooth skin around his little belly button as he continued crying with pleasure, his lungs sucking in air. The boyish cream made his penis head glisten as his foreskin spread it across it, the loose flesh dripping onto his tummy, boy juice trickling over my small fist as I stroked him. Our small, naked bodies slowly relaxed though they continued swelling rhythmically as we sought to breathe, our high pitched squeals growing softer but just as pretty. I still held to Travis's big cock and he still held my little penis as they both softened into boyish innocence. I could feel a thin trickle of his clear semen against my lips and I licked it up amazed at its sweet flavor and warm feel. Travis was still laying exhausted, his beautiful little chest still swelling as I turned my head enough to lick his young sperm from his body. He half giggled through his gasps as my tongue lovingly tasted every glorious drop of boy sperm from his little nipples. His chest felt nice against my tongue and I smiled, licking his smooth skin long after I'd cleaned up the little speckles of penis juice. The door to the attic suddenly burst open and Brendan and Curt poured inside, swords fully drawn, the cute boys looking very tough in their leather armor. Their eyes shot across the room then they relaxed as they saw Travis and I, still naked, boyish penises still half hard but softening. We were even still holding onto them, but gradually let them go with bashful smiles and blushes of embarrassment. "I guess we didn't need to hurry," Curt smiled as they low- ered their swords. "Kely, do you have to play with every boy you see?" Brendan grinned coming over to the couch. Travis and I sat up still blushing but neither of us making any effort to hide our limp cocks. He was blushing a frightful red but smiling, leaning his elbows forward on his knees, quiet but happy too. "He did it to me first," I defended weakly. "We'll have to take him with us," Curt nodded at my newest lover. Brendan shrugged. "Eric didn't bring that boy he stayed with in Tarsec." "That was only because of the Old Ones," Curt countered. Brendan nodded. He thought for a moment then looked over at Travis who grinned as if he knew he had gotten away with someth- ing my friends couldn't stop him from. He was such a cute boy, the rubbery penis between his legs looking big on his small, pubescent body, fleshy foreskin and downy pubic hairs looking even prettier than before. "Okay," Brendan said at length. He tousled Travis's blond hair and the boy grinned. "How would you like to go to a new home?" he asked the boy. "Good, sir," Travis said, bowing slightly which looked silly with his skinny body and big penis dangling, "it would be my pleasure to accompany your fine band wherever you choose to go." Brendan looked down at him for a moment then broke into a grin. he turned to Curt and the other adolescent grinned back and shrugged. "Well, you're quite a gentleman, aren't you?" he said, turning back to the young teenager. "That I am, sir," the boy bowed again. "I am the son of the Earl of Martel. It has been my misfortune to have been kidnapped by this band of thieves and ruffians. As my saviors, you shall surely be richly rewarded." I was very impressed by this. Imagine: I had played with the son of a nobleman! I looked at Brendan to see the impressed look on his face, but Brendan was smirking at Curt again. "Well, my lord," he smiled, returning the younger boy's bow. "May we prove worthy of your trust." "But of course, my good fellow," Travis replied, strolling away from the couch as if he were in charge. "Now, might I suggest that we leave this place before the villains return." "Oh, yes, certainly, my lord," Brendan smirked. "But..." "Yes, my good fellow?" "Don't you think you should get dressed first, my lord?" Travis looked down at the big penis dangling between his slender thighs and nodded. "Yes, quite," he said. "My necklace," I said, rubbing my bare neck again. "What's that, Kelvin?" Brendan asked. "That man stole my necklace, Brendan. Eric told me to never lose it." "Do you know where it's at, boy?" "But of course." As the older boys looked about the filthy attic, Travis took me to the man's bedroom. He pulled up a floorboard and took at a small chest which contained my necklace and a lot of other jewel- ry. "Here," the boy said, handing me my necklace and a handful of the gems. "We shouldn't take his things," I said. "Why not? He stole them anyway." We returned to the main room still naked. Paul had found some dirty shorts, a t-shirt and a filthy dress shirt which he gave us, and we got dressed. I buttoned up my shirt and watched Travis's firm, skinny belly disappear under the t-shirt. "Where did you get that jewelry?" Brendan asked. "It belongs to my father, the Count," Travis replied solemn- ly. "That knave absconded with it when he kidnapped me." "Return it, Travis," Brendan instructed. "We won't need it where we're going." Travis looked ready to argue, but he thought better of it and I tagged along with him as he went back into the man's room. "What are you doing?" I asked when the boy started putting the gems in his pockets. "Quiet," he whispered to me. "Here, put these in your pock- ets. Don't tell anybody. It's our secret." I knew it was wrong and that I shouldn't do it, but I was very attracted to the tall boy a lot and I wanted him to like me so I did as he told me. I was afraid the older boys would notice the bulges in our pockets when we returned. If they did, they didn't say anything. We didn't pass anyone as we crawled out of the ruined slum building and back into the city streets. Travis and I were still barefoot, which drew some stares, but the people here were used to seeing orphan boys, albeit a lot fewer than in Raykov. If they looked at us, it was mostly because we were with Brendan and Curt who looked so sharp in their shiny armor and nice clothes. Travis and I were dirty and were so skinny, we looked underfed. The fact that our shirts were definitely too large for our skinny bodies did little to help our appearance. The looks became more frequent as we left the slums and moved into the more common streets and we were even stopped by guards as we entered the nicest part of town near the palace. Brendan explained that he was using Travis and I as chimney sweeps for Sir Calvin and the guard nodded us through. All of the buildings here were clean and the streets were smooth cobblestone and beautiful. Shining white townhouses lined either side of the street and trees and flowers filled a median down the center. It was the most beautiful place I had seen in all my travels. Brendan led us to one of the townhouses and he rang the doorbell. The door was answered by a smartly dressed butler about the same age as Charles. I wondered if he was part of the front of the Keep, but Brendan greeted him as an old friend. It turned out that the Keep in Labar didn't have a front, and we were led directly into a beautiful and ornate entryway complete with plush carpet and beautiful oil paintings. It was even nicer than the inner Keep at Raykov. No sooner had the butler greeted Brendan when Travis pressed himself into the Keep and surveyed the accommodations with great discrimination. "Yes," he nodded approvingly, looking and sound- ing silly in his ragged clothes and bare, dirty legs and arms. "Yes, this will do quite nicely. My good fellow," He said turn- ing to the butler solemnly. "Please see that fresh clothing is brought and I shall require a hot bath." The butler looked down at the boy then cocked an eyebrow at Brendan. "This is Sir Travis, James" Brendan winked to the older man. "I see, Colonel Sanders," James shrugged with a wink back. "Well, we shall have to see that his needs are met." "Brendan, Curt," a voice sounded. I turned to see a tall, handsome young man strolling into the room from an opened arch- way. He was about twenty years old and very handsome, his muscu- lar body pressing through the tight t-shirt he wore. He went to Brendan and gave him a hug. "Calvin!" Brendan grinned. "Boy am I glad to see you." The young man smiled and nodded knowingly then turned to me. "And Kelvin," he smiled, leaning over to meet my eyes. "You look, uh, filthy." He seemed to know me, but I didn't recognize him in the slightest. I felt embarrassed in my dirty rags and looked away blushing. He tousled my hair and stood back up. "And who is this?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips and looking at Travis doubtfully. "Good fellow," Travis said, stepping forward and offering an overgrown, dirty hand. "I am Sir Travis of Martel, heir to the Martel earldom." "I see," Calvin smirked, looking at Brendan quizzically. Brendan grinned and shrugged. "Well, Sir Travis," Calvin said taking the boy's hand, "I am Sir Calvin Starr of His Majesty's service. Be welcome in our home. Is he one of us, Brendan?" he asked the teenager. "No, Cal, but that didn't stop Kelvin..." "Ah, I see," Calvin said smiling down at me. "He did it to me," I defended weakly, blushing in embarrass- ment. I could tell they were talking about Travis and I playing together. I couldn't help it: when a boy touched my penis, playing with him was all I wanted to do. The older boys laughed at this. "James, they'll need food and a shower. Perhaps you'd better call a tailor, as well. They can't be out on the streets looking like that." "Of course, sir," the man bowed. "Will you boys want to share a room?" he asked turning to us. "Trust me," Curt grinned. "They definitely will." This made the older youths laugh again and I blushed bright- er, wishing they'd stop making fun of me every time I played with a boy. I couldn't help it. They did it, too. "I suppose I shall be willing to allow this child to share my quarters," Travis said, embarrassing me by what had become a transparent pretense even to me. "Do show us the way, my good fellow." "Of course, Sir Travis," James bowed politely, "...if you will be so kind as to return the bracelet that must have slipped from Sir Calvin's wrist..." Travis stopped, blue eyes widening, smooth face flushing crimson. He started to open his mouth to protest, but instead held out his hand and gave the golden bracelet back to Calvin. "My thanks for finding it for me, Sir Travis," Calvin bowed and smiled. This little embarrassment managed to silence Travis and the boy didn't say anything as James led us up the stairs and down a hall. He opened a door for us and we entered a large room with a king-sized bed. James strolled passed us to the drawers and the man returned to the bed with two pairs of silk shorts and tank tops of the type I had grown accustomed to wearing. "Thank you, my good fellow," Travis said, the filthy boy's pretense returning now that he was out of sight of Calvin. "That will be all." "My boy," James said, suddenly with sternness in his voice, "Calvin and Brendan may be willing to tolerate your behavior, but I will not. If you think to dismiss me or to give me orders again I shall bend you over my knee and spank your bare bottom until you scream. Do you understand?" Travis looked up at him, gauging his seriousness. The boy swallowed in embarrassment and nodded. "I choose to leave now. You boys will get cleaned up and dressed or you'll be spanked severely." With that, James turned smartly and left, closing the door behind him. "Why do you have to treat people like that?" I asked, embar- rassed for my friend. "Why, he's a servant, my boy," Travis said. "You have to remind them of their place." "He's not a servant," I sighed, wishing he'd behave normally. "He's a Kovz Boy. They take turns serving in the Keeps." "What's a Kovz Boy?" he asked. "It's what we are." Travis looked at me a moment then shrugged. He started looking around the room and I prayed that he wouldn't steal anything. I found the bathroom. It was attached to the room and pri- vate with a large, tiled shower. When I returned to the bedroom, Travis was busy hiding his jewelry under the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Here, give me those gems I loaned to you." "You don't need to hide them," I said as I dug in my pockets and gave them to him. "Kovz Boys have no reason to steal." He didn't say anything to this and proceeded to hide them anyway. When he had finished, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Hey, this is ritzy," he said from inside. He stepped out of it and grinned at me. "Come here, kid," he said. "What for?" I asked. "He said we had to take a shower. Do you want to get a spanking?" I doubted very strongly that James would spank me, but swal- lowed and walked over to the tall boy. He was giving me that look that told me he was horny and I could see the front of his shorts swelling as his big penis got hard again. I didn't feel real horny, but I still wanted to be the boy's friend and so I stood there in front of him and felt him starting to unbutton my shirt and unveiling my little boy chest. His hands looked so big and so confident and I knew that he had done this same thing with a lot of little boys. When the last button was undone, his big hands slipped inside and rubbed slowly down my chest and ribs, the pretty boy smiling at my innocence, my mouth hanging open as I breathed. He grinned as his hands slid over my small shoulders and pressed the shirt back, soft palms slipping it down my skinny arms and letting it drop to the floor behind me. He rubbed down the small mounds of my chest again, and down my ribs to my shorts, undoing the button and unzipping them. He pulled them down my thin legs and my hairless boyhood was again bare and naked, laying limp and child- like on my little testicles. Travis didn't bother removing the shorts from my feet and I stepped out of them as the boy's big hand reached between my legs and took hold of my boyhood and balls. I panted softly as the boy rubbed his palm on my soft penis, making my legs feel weak and causing a warm pleasure to build between my legs. I felt the now familiar hardness start to fill my cock and it stiffened again into a little erection that throbbed against the boy's hand. "Yeah, you like this a lot," he grinned down at me. He kept his hand pressed between my legs as he reached up with the other and took hold of the neck to his t-shirt. He pulled it up over his face and I saw his skinny, firm belly appear. As his rib cage was exposed, he was forced to let my cock go to take the shirt off and he did this quickly, almost tearing the shirt over his head and throwing it aside as his sandy blond hair fell into his eyes. His hand returned instantly to my erection and he stood bare chested, watching every expression of desire that touched my soft cheeks. I continued to pant as the boy's other hand moved to his shorts and unbuttoned them. The brown head of his hard penis immediately pressed up through the fly, the foreskin forming a fleshy pillow around his shiny knob. He rubbed my penis and moaned as he unzipped his fly, his soft brown penis emerging looking as adorable as before. It was so slender for being so long, like the boy's entire body. I thought it was beautiful in its young puberty. When his shorts were unzipped, he pressed them down enough to completely free his big six and a half inch cock and to reveal the little bush of sparse black pubic hairs just touching the base of his penis. He took hold of his big erection now and stepped closer to me and I gasped as his big hands held our penises pressed against each other. He rubbed both of them together which wasn't easy considering how much larger his was than mine. His felt so hard and warm against my boyhood and I stared at his hands holding them there, comparing my childish penis to his young manhood. His little pubic hairs looked pretty against the smooth skin that covered my boyish pubic mound. I was embarrassed at how immature mine was, but Travis plainly was proud of his big cock. "That's it," he sighed happily, one of his hands holding my small shoulder as his other masturbated our penises against each other. His foreskin felt nice against my naked penis and it was even nicer to feel his brown penis head slipping from it and rubbing against my hairless skin. "Yeah," he breathed heavily, and I started to hope that he would squirt his sperm directly on my penis. That would feel nice. He didn't, however. To my disappointment, he let our cocks go and they stuck out straight and throbbing from our young bodies. He still held to my shoulder as he walked beside me and guided me to the shower, my hairless erection glowing with eager- ness, the little head shining in its bright purple glory. It was so beautiful, a feeling Travis apparently shared for the boy giggled as he let my shoulder go and took hold of my boner, making me whimper as he pulled it after him into the bathroom. I stood there with my erection in his fingers as the boy reached in and turned on the water to the shower. He giggled at my panting cries as he stood reaching in and feeling the water getting warmer, his hand tenderly tugging on my stiff, hairless wiener. I looked up at his firm, skinny chest and could see his smooth underarms. I was so glad the boy was going to play with my penis again. When he was satisfied with the water temperature, he stepped into the shower and pulled my penis after him. It did hurt a little, but it was nice, too, my small body being guided by nothing but its hairless little erection. I stepped in and felt the warm water on my bare feet, some of the spray bouncing off his hard body and sprinkling mine, feeling like a young boy's warm sperm. "Fuck, you're hard," he giggled, giving my boyhood one last tug before letting it go. He took hold of my upper arms and guided me into the water, the warm spray splashing my hair and quickly dousing my body with warm caresses. He stood grinning down at me as he took a bar of soap from the soap dish and lathered up his hands. He giggled frequently at my innocence as his big, slimy hands held the bar against my bare skin and start- ed washing me. The dirt that covered my body was washed clean by the water and I stood panting as my soft skin was rubbed by his big hands. He looked so happy and he rubbed all over my chest and across my back, up into my armpits, down over my ribs. I cried softly as his hands rubbed the bar of soap across my belly button making the boy giggle again. He rubbed lower and my belly quivered with anticipation. Finally, the soap rubbed down and pressed against my hard erection. My skinny legs almost buckled and I had to grab the boy's thin arms to hold myself up. He laughed at my prepubescent excitement and rubbed my penis delightedly, stroking my hairless testicles and up and down my little two inch penis until the head shined still brighter and grew even redder with hardness. Just when I thought I would have an orgasm, the boy's hand rubbed the soap back up my belly and I almost collapsed with pleasure. "Turn around," he grinned, building more lather in his hands. When I didn't move the boy took my shoulder and turned me around himself. Still needing support, I pressed my elbows against the tiled wall and stood there whimpering as his big hands rubbed across my thin shoulders and back. "That's it," he moaned. "God, you're a skinny kid." His slimy hands rubbed up and down on my ribs before moving down and covering my bottom with soap. I cried nervously as he started pressing the bar down the crack of my butt. I could feel the corner of it pressing at my little butthole, heard the boy giggle as he pushed it in harder, my sphincter starting to relax against the slimy hardness. I could feel it slipping partway inside me and it made my penis feel really excited. I let out a boyish moan at the pleasure and I heard Travis giggle again. "Oh, you like that, huh?" he asked, pressing the bar a little harder into my little butthole until I moaned and whimpered again. My high pitched voice echoed making it sound louder and prettier. "Good," he said. He pulled the soap back and I felt his tall, skinny body moving under the spray beside mine, gently pushing me aside. I stood up and turned to watch him standing beneath the spray, the water splashing against his hair and running down his smooth, tanned young body. His big penis was still sticking out straight and pulsing up and down and I stared at it, panting and wondering if he was going to try to shove such a big thing inside me. It looked thinner than the big cocks that had raped me in the or- phanage and I hoped that he would be more gentle. I wondered if he would stop if I asked him to, but didn't say anything as I watched him quickly soaping himself down, watched the dirt clear from his smooth skin. I swallowed, embarrassed to realize that I wanted him to do it, that I wanted to know what it would feel like to have his penis sticking inside my small body. Travis had the biggest smile on his face as his big hands started soaping his long, slender erection, rubbing it rhythmi- cally in the slimy soap until his slimy foreskin couldn't protect his throbbing penis head any longer. The last two inches of his penis were glowing red from desire and eagerness and I could see long, slender muscles in his thin thighs ripple as he stroked himself. His immature pubic hairs were plastered to his smooth skin by the soap, filling me with a queasey sense of envy. He let the water wash his big cock clean, holding his smooth, hair- less testicles so they could be rinsed off, too. When he had finished, he turned back to me as excited as a thirteen year old boy could get. "Turn around again," he told me. I swallowed again, staring at the raging hardness of his cock, and did as the boy told me, reflexively putting my elbows against the tiles again and bending over slightly, knowing he was going to stick his cock inside my butthole. "Yeah," he sighed and I quickly felt his slimy hands rubbing the bar of soap over my little bottom again, long fingers pulling the cheeks apart and probing along the hairless crack. I could feel him separating my cheeks and exposing my tiny butthole, soon felt his soap covered finger poking at it. It pressed against my tiny sphincter, gently but insistently forcing it open and I soon felt the stiff hardness of his finger sticking inside me. I panted rapidly because it did feel very good and the young boy slowly pushed it farther inside. His fingers were long and I felt every precious inch pushing their way inside until the knuckles of his other fingers were pressing against my bottom and my bony knees felt ready to buckle. "You like that?" he giggled as my high pitched moans echoed in the tiled shower. I didn't answer but the boy said "Yeah" again as if I had. I felt him pulling his hard finger back out but he didn't complete- ly remove it. When just his finger tip was inside me, he rein- serted it again and I felt it pressing its way up my tight hole. He pulled it back out and this time completely removed it, covering it with more soap as I leaned over, looking back to see what he was doing and seeing nothing but his frantic penis puls- ing up and down, shiny head looking eager to penetrate my small body. When his finger was really slimy again, he again pulled my butt cheeks apart and I felt it pressing against my butthole. It opened easier this time and I moaned with pleasure at the hard- ness I felt entering me. Despite my pleasure at his finger, however, I knew that it was about the same size and thickness of my own little erection, much smaller and thinner than the raging pubescent cock between Travis's skinny legs. I wanted to cry, knowing that his penis was going to hurt. I could feel my butthole relaxing as it got accustomed to the finger sticking up inside it, rubbing slowly in and out as Travis prepared it for its ultimate penetration. I was moaning steadily now, my boyish voice crying with pleasure, little boy penis pulsing madly, enjoying the gentle caresses inside my butt as much as I did. It was getting really hard and looked small and pretty between my hairless little legs as it pulsed up and down, tiny slit gaping open as if smiling at the pleasure in my butthole. It liked it a lot. At the same time, I knew my butthole was being seduced into believing that a penis as thin and long as Travis's finger was all that was going to penetrate it, and I knew better that the boy was seducing it on purpose. My butthole felt happy and eager to admit Travis now and, when the big knob of his penis started poking at it, it would only naturally open up and let him in. I thought that I could prob- ably stop it if I wanted to, but I didn't want to. I was as eager as my butt was for his young penis. Travis pulled his finger out again and I felt my nervousness grow greater as I heard him turning the shower off. "There we go," he giggled. I looked over my shoulder again and saw the boy grab his big penis with both hands, soap bubbles forming a thick lather as he worked the bar up and down his six and a half inch erection. His legs moved back and forth with pleasure and it looked like he was going to just stand there and masturbate himself all the way to orgasm, but he finally stopped rubbing it, gasping loudly. His skinny legs looked weak as the boy put the soap aside and put one of his hands on my bottom. He pulled the cheek apart (not an easy task considering how slimy his hands were) and held his big cock pointed at my tiny hole, grinning, breath hissing through his teeth as he moved his penis head between my legs. I turned back to the front, crying softly, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth against the pain I knew was coming. I felt his smooth penis head press against the sensitive orifice to my little butt, and could tell the boy was trying to force my sphincter open. He was very insistent, but my butthole was so little it couldn't open for him at first, no matter how much his finger had seduced it. "It's too big," I whimpered, feeling his cock pushing my hips forward. "No it isn't," the older boy gasped. "Lean over farther." His big hands grabbed my hips and he pulled them back, my skinny little legs moving quickly to keep from getting pulled out from under me. My arms reached out and my hands pressed against the tile, leaning over so far now that I would have fallen if my skinny arms didn't support me. I could feel my bottom spreading open now and knew that my little sphincter was there for the boy to see. I was crying softly as the boy again spread the cheeks apart and guided his throbbing penis head up against my little butthole. He made crying noises too as his young hips tried to shove his big penis passed my innocent butthole. I could feel the pressure against my butt growing greater and whimpered louder, my high-pitched voice echoing between the tiles. It started to hurt as I felt his penis head pushing harder and harder, my little sphincter starting to weaken despite its best efforts. Ever so slowly my hole started to open and ever so slowly the thirteen year old boy buried his penis head inside of me. We were both crying as I felt my butt squeezing hold of the hard knob of his cock. "God, it's so tight," Travis cried, sounding like it hurt him worse than it did me. Once the head was inside, his penis grew skinnier along the shaft and it didn't hurt me very badly. My butt seemed to have more room once the boy's penis head got past my sphincter. I wished I could see the throbbing length of his penis shaft sticking straight out from his sparse bush of young boy hairs into my tight butt hole, but that was impossible. Travis cried loudly as he shoved harder on his penis, forcing it to shove farther up my little bottom. I couldn't help but cry louder with him, his cock feeling so big as it abused my little butt, forcing my young body to let it inside me, to please the pubescent boy with its innocence. His big, slimy hands took hold of my naked hips and held them tightly, using them as leverage so he could shove more of his penis inside me. He was crying so loudly, his soprano voice, like mine, echoing loudly between the shower walls. I could feel his penis sliding in farther and farther and it seemed like it would never stop. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stood there impaled by the boy's big penis, the young thing feeling bigger and harder than I ever thought possible. Still he forced it inside of me until it seemed to be more than a foot of rock hard boy cock shoved up my butt. "It hurts, Travis," my childish cries echoed, wondering if it would ever be all the way in or if Travis cared at all about how I felt. I could feel my insides being pressed against each other as they were joined by the hard, foreign thing probing inside with them. His penis head seemed to have hit some sensitive part deep inside my little penis and I felt a rush of pleasure that made me cry out still louder, pain and pleasure mixing together, my little erection filling with joy as if ready to squirt in excitement. Travis was crying too and our childish boy screams echoed in the shower until the boy suddenly leaned forward, his small, skinny chest laying down on my back. "It's all the way in," he cried. I felt his long skinny arms wrapping around my chest and hugging my rib cage so tightly that I had still greater difficul- ty breathing. Crying softly, the boy slid his hand down my belly and found my little penis, instantly coating it with soap and making it slimy. I moaned my approval but I was still crying and it probably didn't sound as pleasant as it felt. My penis had become intensely sensitive with the boy's big cock up my little ass and I cried with wonderful delight as he fondled it. I was so glad that Travis didn't even try to fuck my butt. He just lay there on my back, his penis buried up inside me all the way to his little pubic hairs without moving. This seemed to be sufficient for the growing tightness in his skinny body made it pretty evident that he was getting close to an orgasm anyway. His fingers were rubbing my penis as if they couldn't feel enough of it and it felt wonderful. He even rubbed soap over my tiny penis head, which was the most sensitive part of my boyhood and which quickly sent waves of intense pleasure through my penis. We were both moaning loudly now, Travis's smooth cheek laying on my shoulder blade and rubbing softly across it as his penis filled with pleasure. My penis felt so little in his big hand but it felt so good it seemed to be three times bigger. I looked down at it through my tear filled eyes, watched his hands rubbing the hairless white flesh and shiny purple head. "Oh, God, Kely!" Travis cried out loudly. "Oh, little Kely." I felt his body shoving his penis harder into me, felt it pushing against the inside of my penis, felt pleasure shoot through my little erection and small body. "Oh!" he cried as his hips suddenly bucked his entire body against my butt with so much power I almost fell. "Oh!" he cried again, with another hard jerk of his hips. Each time he jerked, his penis head hit my erection deep in my body and this was so frantic that my boyhood couldn't hold on any longer. Orgasm raced into it with furious intensity and I cried in excited moans as his fingers caressed the slimy white skin. Deep inside of me I could just feel the warm slime of his sperm squirting in my body, felt his long, slender penis flexing as it ejaculated his young seed into my butt. Our skinny bodies were barely able to stay standing as our legs thrust and jerked our bodies like frantic dogs in heat, his pressing his penis into my butt, mine tightening around the hardness of his cock like a vice grip. In rhythmic waves of passion and rhythmic cries of released, boyish orgasms, we jerked and jerked together, Travis squirting his young semen inside me while my little erection just flexed with the effort. It was so intense that for a long time after it was over I didn't realize it was over. It was as if the pleasure was con- tinuing while that big cock was up my butt. Travis's penis had finished unloading his sperm, however, and, having done its duty, the pretty young thing was beginning to soften inside me. The boy was too spent from orgasm to remove it, though, and he lay there with his skinny little chest heaving on my back, long fingers still caressing my hairless, little erection in the soap, long, skinny arm still holding tightly to my rhythmically swell- ing little body. The shower was filled with our frantic gasps and neither of us tried to move for long minutes after it was all over. My arms ached from supporting both our weights, but I didn't feel like I had enough energy to move. I adored the feel of the naked, skinny boy on top of me and the feeling of his young penis, soft now, buried in my body was wonderful though I still whimpered from the strange, pleasant ache it caused. Still gasping, Travis slowly let go of my penis and his arm relaxed its tight hold on my skinny chest. I stood motionless as he stood up and I listened to the boy crying softly as he pulled back on his hips. His limp, rubbery penis slid slowly out of my tight body, stretched out as if my butt didn't want to let it go. It felt like I was going to the bathroom and my bottom felt oddly lonely when the last of his beautiful penis slipped out and fell between the boy's skinny thighs totally exhausted. The tall, skinny boy fell back against one wall of the shower gasping heavily and I stood and fell back against the other. He was staring at me with wonder and adoration as I stared at the long, limp cock that had been shoved up my butt. It was still slimy with soap, soap that still plastered his little pubic hairs to his smooth skin, and little droplets of boy juice dripped from the fleshy end of his foreskin. I don't know if it was the sight of his smooth, skinny body, his big pubescent penis, his little bush of pubic hair or what, but my little boyhood still stood proudly at attention, still pulsing up and down in a slimy coat- ing of soap. "Come here, Kelvin," the tall boy said, and I awkwardly managed to walk over to him. He took me in his long, clumsy arms and pulled my small body against his chest, his limp cock and little boy hairs pressing against my stiff little erection. He held me in his arms, big hands rubbing across my thin shoulder blades, and I knew that he loved me as much as the other boys had. It was as if all the boys I played with fell hopelessly in love with me. I liked that. When we were both strong enough, Travis turned the water back on and we continued our shower. He took great joy in washing my entire body, taking particular pains to gently clean my sensitive butt hole and seeming to return to my penis often enough to keep my innocent, hairless little erection as hard as he could. I felt so happy that even the violation of my butt didn't hurt much at all. Soon, we were both squeaky clean and we stepped out into the bathroom naked and dripping. Travis delighted in drying me off, kissing my bare skin frequently, as if he couldn't help himself. When he started kissing my penis, I wasn't at all surprised and I let him kiss and lick it for a long time, until it was covered with his saliva. My knees felt like rubber and it was getting harder and harder for me to stand up. Finally, the boy's long arms wrapped around my little should- ers and chest and he guided me back to the bedroom. My skinny little legs were buckling with almost every step but I managed to get them to straighten out again and awkwardly managed to reach the bed. The weakness of my naked little body seemed to delight Travis and he helped me lay down, his tall, skinny body joining me. We hugged and rubbed our bodies together a lot, Travis feel- ing my body all over again, fondling my boyhood as if for the first time. When he was ready, he lay me out on the bed and devoured my little erection in his mouth, sucking and licking it until I squirmed and moaned, finally jerking in orgasm. After that, we hugged and experimented with our bodies some more. We had all but forgotten about dinner in the pleasure and love of our young bodies. We got dressed just in time for there was a knock on the door and James came in with a mousy little man who wanted to measure us for new clothes. Although my legs still felt weak, I managed to get around with only a little awkwardness. "These are the boys in questions," James introduced us. "This is Master Travis, and this is Master Kelvin." The middle aged man looked Travis and I up dissaprovingly, and we giggled to each other without regard to his obvious displeasure. We were both wearing nothing more than panties. Travis's cock was making a big bulge in his and my little penis had an erection again, one that was pretty easy to see through the tight silk. "They're both very skinny," the mousy man said dissaproving- ly, putting his measuring instruments on the drawers and pulling out a measuring tape. The way he moved made it look like he was going to use it as a weapon against us, a thought that made Travis and I giggle some more. "Is that a problem?" James asked, a little on the haughty side. "Well, everything will have to be made from scratch," the tailor said. "It will cost extra." "I believe Sir Calvin is good for it," James said, with a subtle but snide drawl that told us all that the man had no position to question our size. In fact, we learned later, the man's problem was that he knew what we did in the Keep. The thought that Travis and I played with each other, magnified by the older boy's big penis bulge and my stiff little erection, just sent willies all over him. He was probably jealous. "I'll measure the bigger one first..." the tailor said, his eyes widening and his face growing red as he said it. He looked so ashamed at his comment that Travis and I giggled delightedly. The measurements went fine except when he measured our in- seams. Travis's legs were so long and the man so unaccustomed to measuring pubescent boys, that the man's hand rather frequently and seductively touched the big mound in the twelve year old's panties. When the boy got an erection, he was intensely proud of it (it did swell out the front of his panties quite prominently) and seemed to be poking it outward in display. The tailor was thoroughly flustered. It was little better when he got to me. I still had an obvious little boner, of course, and the tailor took so much effort to avoid touching it that Travis and I giggled most impo- litely; even James was smiling a little despite himself. By the time he was finished, he was so agitated that his hands were shaking as he returned the measuring tape to his bag. Travis and I just giggled at each other, our young penises throb- bing in our tight undies. "Very well," the tailor said. "You may inform Sir Calvin that the complete wardrobes for both boys will be furnished tomorrow morning per our agreement." "I'm sure he will be pleased," James suppressed a smile that Travis and I took as approval. "Excuse me, sir," Travis said walking up to the tailor. "Yes," the man said, turning impatiently. "What is it?" "Have you ever seen a twelve year old boy naked?" my young friend asked, instantly pulling his panties down to his knees and nakedly displaying his throbbing, six and a half inch erection for the nervous man. The man looked down at the excited boy's cock and his eyes widened in shock. He tried to look disgusted and angry, but even I noticed that he looked at it and the little bush of sparse little boy hairs for longer than a passing moment. After that moment, he wheeled and was followed out of the room by James. Travis and I contorted in laughter, though I, personally, felt more than a little ashamed by the older boy's naked bravado. Still, his erection had been inside my body, he and I had shared our penises with each other. I didn't much care what the tailor thought beyond that. Well, that and the fear that what had happened to us in Raykov would happen in Labar. Despite our frantic little boners, Travis and I got dressed with giggling jokes about the tailor. We didn't play with each other, though I would have been more than eager to. Instead, we went downstairs and found the other boys waiting for us on the back patio. The townhouse that was the Keep, had a high fence surrounding the back yard, with a large patio and swimming pool just outside the door. Tall buildings surrounded our little courtyard, easy for the neighbors to look in on us, and I preferred the rooftop accommodations in Raykov. There was a glass table with a half dozen chairs around it, Calvin, Paul, Brendan and Curt already sitting and waiting for us. "Gees, I didn't know they were thieves until the boys started stealing stuff," Paul was explaining, making the others laugh. "Don't trust any kids in the Fourth Quarter," Calvin smiled. "And here are the boys now," Brendan smiled at us. We had changed into gym shorts and were a little bashful about our bare, skinny little chests, but cruised up to our seats and joined them, sitting side by side. Travis tried to put on his airs, but every time he started he'd look at me and start giggling. We were both being silly and loved every second of it. He was a wonderful boy. James served us a big meal of ham, eggs and fresh fruits and we ate ravenously listening to Brendan recap the story of the fight at the bar and Paul talking about his escapades with the boys from the attic. Travis even told his story, about how McGyver employed boys to steal for him and even more frankly about the sex pot the attic was whenever the man was away. I could guess this by the boy's forwardness but it was odd hearing him talk about all the sex the boys did there, how they hid it from the man, all told with only a slight blush and more than an occasional boyish giggle. It was plain that Travis liked having sex with other boys a lot and he wasn't terribly shy about tell- ing the other boys. I just sat blushing crimson, wishing he weren't so honest and discriptive. "Well, it's nice to have a boy who understands this stuff, Travis," Calvin said after the dishes were removed. "But it's extremely important that no one else knows about this." "I know," Travis said. "That's why we never let the old fart know." "It's even more important now, Travis," Brendan said. "We have some important business to take care of in Labar and we think you could help us out. We, uh, we're hoping that you can get into the Labar School with Kely." "The Labar School?" the boy said. "They're sissies. I don't even like school." The older boys quickly told my friend their plan. Apparently they were planning to use him the same way they had planned to use Lance before him: as a watchdog over me and to help me locate Tod. Travis didn't seem to care for it much. Calvin switched his arguments and started talking about how there were nothing but boys in the school, how the boys probably had to shower together, how difficult it must be for the young kids going through puberty, what with being horny and having to hide it from the teachers. Travis was soon shrugging his tanned, bare shoulders and it was obvious that he was going to go along. He had a distant look on his face as if he were imagining all those boys. It was then that I learned the full scope of the plan and was even more frightened when they told me that it was going to go into effect the next day. Travis and I would then be taken as Calvin's nephews to the Labar School for Young Gentlemen. We would take a test there and be placed in the appropriate grade level. Once inside, I had to find Prince Tod. There was a picture of him and they showed it to me causing me to blush in embarrassment just looking at how cute he was. It was only a portrait, but he was, without doubt, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. The problem was that Tod was older than me and would probably be in a higher grade. That was where Travis could help in locating him. They assured me that Tod would be willing to do almost wha- tever I asked him to, but that he still wouldn't remember who he or I was. I had to find a way to get Tod out of the school with only me, that with a boy who hadn't left the school without his guardians or an escort in four years. "What if he won't go with me?" I asked. "He will," Calvin nodded knowingly. "Tod is a Kovz Boy and he'll be one wherever he ends up. He may be a sweet schoolboy right now, but in his soul he's a Kovz Boy. Once he sees you, he'll be unable to keep away from you. That's where we have the edge." I shrugged and blushed with embarrassment, sensing what they meant. Still, the thought of makin glove to a boy that pretty was an intensely attractive thought. "You have to remember though, Kely," Brendan added. "Whatev- er his soul may be, Tod is a very normal boy right now. He's thirteen years old. All he remembers is what he's learned since he came here." "Right," Calvin picked up. "See, after the Holocaust..." "What's the ho.. ho..." I tried to say. "The Holocaust," Calvin completed. "Well, about two years ago, the Old Ones managed to break through to Kovzland. They killed everyone, including the Royal Family. In the years since then we've been trying to locate everyone but it's been diffi- cult. That's why we have to strike now while we know where Tod is. Once we can get him back to Kovzland with the other princes, we'll be able to collect the other boys much faster. Do you understand?" "I think so," I said slowly, thoroughly confused. "Look, Kely," Calvin smiled, seeing that I was confused. "Two thousand years ago, eleven men came from another planet and we were made the rulers of it by God. I was one of those eleven and so were you." "Eric, Rick and David were, too," Curt cut in. "'The Guardians,'" I said. "That's right," Calvin smiled approvingly. "Now, we tried to rule this world as perfectly as we could, but some other people had different ideas and they were just as powerful as we were. They are the Old Ones. God brought them here, too, and said that we had to rule Destinial together. The problem was that the Old Ones didn't like Kovz Boys, they hated us and they refused to work with us. They tried to destroy us and they almost succeed- ed. "Before the Holocaust, we were safe in Kovzland with every- thing just as we wanted it to be. There were ten Guardians (us) and the Royal Family: ten boys who passed all the laws and rules. Two years ago, the Old Ones managed to get into Kovzland and they killed all the boys, all but three of the Guardians because we weren't in the city. That may or may not be how they succeeded in destroying it, we don't know. Anyway, the Kovz Boys who were killed were reborn at random locations on Destinial as prepubescent boys. Normally, they would have been reborn at the Kovz Temple, but the Old Ones destroyed it so the boys went all over the place. Not only did we not know where they might have appeared, but their deaths also kept them from remembering any- thing at all about Kovzland. Now you see what happened to you and why you don't remember anything before a few weeks ago. "You were out searching for the Royal Family and the Old Ones must have found you. They killed you in body, but you were reborn in Tarsec, I'd say about eleven years old, and not remem- bering who you were or what you were doing. I understand you've been disturbed about Eric's death, but let me tell you now: he's out there somewhere, ten or eleven years old, just as lost and confused as you have been." I wasn't a great deal less confused by his speech, but I understood the salient points. Most importantly was the idea that I wasn't a boy at all, just a man temporarily in a child's body. Not only that, but I was apparently a very powerful man. The notion of it appealed to my boyish discomfort as it does all boys. "Now we have one of the princes located and, as Brendan says, you have to keep in mind who he is now. He appeared here after the Holocaust and was only three years old. He was lucky: he was adopted by a very wealthy family who live out in the valley. They're an elderly couple, very nice actually (I've been to dinner there a few times) and when their adopted son was old enough, they sent him to the Labar School for Young Gentlemen, a boarding school but one of the best of its kind anywhere. Tod's a sweet boy, very bright and very shy. We suspect that he... well, never mind. The thing is that you're the only one of us young enough to get into the school and go get him. He never leaves the school grounds alone, has body guards with him whenev- er we have a chance to steal him, and the school is too protected to go in and get him without arousing the Old Ones' curiosity. That's why we're sending you in. All you have to do is find him and talk him into leaving the school alone with you. We'll be watching and waiting to grab him." "You want to kidnap him?" I asked, shocked that they would be so cruel. "It sounds like that, Kely, but you must understand: Tod needs us. Without us, he'll die one day, plain and simple, and we'll have to try and find him again. The Old Ones are looking for him too. They know that they can't just kill us. Next time they'll lock him in a prison for all of time. He may not want to go with us, but he has to. Once we can get him to Kovzland, he can go through the melding and will remember everything, just as you will when we have time for you to go there." I sighed, confused but boyishly determined not to let them think I was stupid. I didn't believe any of it, really, but I wanted to so I tried. "Hey," I said suddenly realizing someth- ing. "What's to stop the Old Ones from attacking Kovzland again?" Calvin's eyebrows raised, apparently impressed that I'd thought of that. "Well, mostly we're ready for them now. But also we hope we've found a defense against them. You see, Kovz Boys, the real ones, give off a very strong signal psychically. The Guardians give off the strongest and the Royal Family isn't far behind. We've always had a lot of non-Kovz Boys in the city. We buy slave boys, adopt orphans, etc. Now we're going to make sure that half the city is made up of these types of boys. They stay children like real Kovz Boys, but when they die, they actu- ally die and we can't bring them back. Their presence will make Kovzland nicer and will diffuse the intensity of the Kovz Boy signals. We also plan to confuse them by having a new king who isn't a real Kovz Boy, but a transplant. Furthermore, he'll be uncircumcised: the Old Ones truly believe that all Kovz Boys are circumcised. That isn't true." "Erin," I whispered, suddenly putting some pieces together. "That's right," Calvin smiled again. "Erin is going to be the next king of Kovzland and Jonathan is going to be the next High Priest of Kovzland. We're hoping that will change things just enough that they won't be able to attack us. That and, in the future, we'll make sure that at least three guardians are in the city at all times." I was more than a little confused. It all seemed terribly complicated. I didn't understand the difference between a 'real' Kovz Boy and normal boys and it also seemed to me that one of the original member of our group was missing: Calvin had said eleven men had come to the world, but there were only ten guardians. What had happened to the eleventh? Rather than think about it, however, I made a silent agreement with myself to focus on imme- diate things and let the bigger ones wait for later. I had to meet this adorable boy named Tod and had to talk him into leaving the school with me. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but I was ready to try. Later I would try and figure out what it was all about and just who I was. "What am I supposed to do?" Travis asked as if he understood it all already. "You just keep an eye on Kely," Brendan smiled. "What about after that?" "After that, you come along with us. You won't have any problems after that, Travis." Travis seemed confused by this but accepted it with a shrug. There was a long pause as we all sat sorting out our own thoughts. Curt suddenly laughed. "How 'bout an orgy tonight?" he asked.