Date: Tue, 18 Feb 1997 20:51:25
From: dionysus11@usa.net
Subject: Force of Nature

This story (entitled 'Force of Nature') representing a part of a young
man's life and his discovery of his true nature.  The story covers a few
years, formative years, and skips in several areas, so is presented in a
few parts.  Please excuse any spelling mistakes; it is a long manuscript to
proof and my spell-checker works erratically, if at all.

The story is set in a pseudo-Roman like area, where property defines your
status and the classical greco-roman architectural style was rampant.  Magic
is a factor in the world, but relatively weak, studied more as a philosophical
pursuit than as a serious power.  A few elements may seem anachronistic, and I
apologize ahead of time; setting a story in a different time can be difficult. 
Finally, the fashion of dress is vaguely Celtic, with men wearing kilts and
tunics or jerkins, and women wearing long dresses and sleeveless shirts. 

Pronunciations:
	Taerius (TER ee us)
	Daphne (DAF nee)
	Ariadne (e ree AD nee)
	Kertan (KER ton)
	Geryo (GER yoh)

Part I, 'The Age of Discovery' deals with his first encounter and the
consequences for him thereof.  Subsequent parts will be forthcoming, published
on the same site if interest seems to mandate it.

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Force of Nature
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Part I:  Age of Discovery

1.  A New Wind

Taerius stepped out from the darkened recess of the building and into the
free, sunlit world outside.  He reveled in the brightness of the day,
oblivious to the multitudes milling about just before him on the paved
thoroughfare.  The rest of his life stood open before him like a book, waiting
for his eager hand to inscribe with future exploits and adventures.  A crisp
breeze leapt up and swept through his hair, riffling the packages in his hand
and rippling the hem of his kilt.  

Taerius was one of the most privileged young men in all of Theropolis: the son
of an aristocratic family who had little time for their fifth son but quite
enough money.  He had been attended by the best of servants, been served by
the finest tutors, and enrolled in the most prestigious school of magic in the
province.  He had graduated a day ago (with high honors), and was to return to
his father's villa in the south of the province in a few days.  In the interim
however, he had time to bid his friends farewell and perhaps visit a few of
his favorite establishments.  

"Taerius!" a voice shattered his introspection, bringing him abruptly back to
the world.  "Taerius!  I thought you had left already!" the voice came from a
young woman sprinting across the courtyard.  She -- Daphne -- was his best
friend (in fact, his only friend); he had met her his first year at the
academy, when he was only 13.  He had been shy and sullen, perhaps a result of
being suddenly thrust into a situation where he had to fend for himself for
the first time.  Of all the students he had encountered on that first day, it
was only a mousy girl who had sympathized with him and caught his attention: 
she was small and unassuming, but with piercing green eyes which seemed to
transfix him.  They had immediately hit it off, and had been friend ever since
-- and no more than that, despite rumors to the contrary that had circulated
the academy in his final year.  They were both four years older now, and far
more mature than most their age -- with a quiet sort of mind that lent them
wisdom beyond their years.  However, both had come from privileged backgrounds
and even now displayed more than a little naivete when dealing with the world
at large.

She was dashing across the street to meat him.  While he waited, he created a
Small bit of lightning and absentmindedly threw it from finger to finger,
creating the effect of tiny lightning storm about his hand.  In a few moments,
she had ascended the intervening steps and was standing before him.
"Taerius!  I had though you were leaving on the early carriage this morning!"
she seemed just as exuberant as he over their graduation.

"I was, but I was sent word a few days ago that my father would be here on
business and wished to take he home personally.  I have until tomorrow."
"That's excellent!  We can bum around and go the graduation party!" she said,
beaming.

"Sure," he said casually.  He really didn't want to go to any party, but -- why
not.  He would only graduate once; he deserved to have fun.  "When?"

"Tonight," she said quickly.  "Ariadne is throwing a grand celebration at her
father's hall tonight; but he's away checking on something or other, so she
has the place to herself.  Only the graduating grade is invited; she hired
bouncers to keep everyone else out."

"Great," he said, thinking.  "That means there will only be five hundred
people there."  He smiled.  They were part of a large grade.  "Sounds like
fun, though.  Where's the hall?"

"I don't know; I'll find out from someone.  Where should I meet you tonight?"

"I don't know - why not at my room at the boarding house.  I'll be packing up
there anyway."

"Great - so I'll see you then.  It's really nice that you're going to be here!"

"Yeah.  I think so too." he sounded somewhat lame as he said it, but he was
tired.  He hadn't slept in a few days -- preparation for the graduation had
been stressful.  "I'll see you later."

"Bye!"  She strode off, in search of someone else to talk with.  Taerius
turned and headed for the boarding house, the sun slowly setting behind him.


2.  Preparations

He unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment.  It was somewhat spacious
-- he had had the money to pay for it, but now it was half-filled with boxes of
his goods.  He still had a lot more to do, however, and certainly did not have
enough time for a decent sleep, so he set to continuing his work at packing. 
Two hours passed, and the night was growing -- Daphne would be coming by soon. 
He put down the vase he had been moving, and retrieved a fresh loincloth, kilt
and jerkin from one of the boxes.  Stepping out the door, he headed down the
stone-paved hall to the washrooms.  He pulled of his shirt, stepped out of his
old kilt, and unwound the loincloth from around his waist.  Dropping them into
a linen hamper, he stepped into a bath and proceeded to quickly wash himself
off.  In a few minutes, he was done.  His body was slick with the water, and
his jet black hair clung limply to his high forehead.  He was well-built, with
impressive musculature, the product of his stubborn insistence for swordplay
on a daily basis.  He had participated in track during his academic tenure,
and had the lean, strong legs of a good runner.  As he dried himself off with
a clean towel from the rack, he noticed that he had grown another few inches
since he had last looked. He was very tall, and still growing, 6 and a half
feet already.  He quickly braided his hair into a ponytail, bound it with a
leather thong, and then picked up his new clothes.  He deftly wrapped the
breechcloth around his hips, fastened the kilt with a light clasp, and then
clasped and tucked in the tanned leather jerkin he had selected.  He was all
in black -- kilt, jerkin, and even the boots which he now donned.  His well-
tanned skin, normally appearing quite dark, now seemed quite light against all
the dark clothing.  He inspected his hair once more to see that there were no
stray wisps loose, then turned and headed out of the room.  

Halfway down the hall, he saw that Daphne was standing waiting before his
door.  Quickening his pace, he jogged up to her.

"Hallo," he sid amiably.  "You're a bit early."

"I thought I ought to be.  It turns out that the party is all the way across
town and I don't want to wait for a carriage.  It will be a long walk."
"Sure," he remarked "I like the night air anyway.  Let me just grab a few
coins."  He dashed inside and came out with a small leather sack -- black --
slung casually against his hip.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yeah."  

They set out, descending the stairs and emerging into the brisk night beyond. 
Normally he might have hesitated at walking alone in the dark, but he found
himself suddenly unimpeachably chipper as he strode forcefully down the
avenue.

"Steady, Taerius!  It's not a race," laughed Daphne.  He blushed sheepishly,
suddenly realizing how fast had been walking.  "We have plenty of time."
He grinned suddenly.  "But we'll have to hurry if we want to make it to
Thrombius'"

"Thrombius'" she asked puzzledly.  "Why?"

"I just thought I'd pick up some wine for the occasion.  You know, its'
impolite to show up for a party without a gift."

Her lips puckered "What an excellent idea!  Do you have the money?"

"Sure; I practically have a fortune -- you never know when you'll need it!" he
said exuberantly.

"Shhh!" she chastised.  "Just announce to the world that you're a good mark."
He bobbed his head. "Sorry."

they quickly turned to the right and made their way over to Thrombius' Fine
Liquors and Spirits.  Quickly disappearing inside, he reemerged with several
bottles of sweet wines.  She smiled, and they went on their way.  

The night grew later, but now the spires of the massive manor loomed overhead. 
Nudging Daphne, the duo stepped up the marble stairs towards the great iron
doors.


3.  A Gala Event

After quickly confirming his identity to the massively built man standing at
the door, he wad admitted and stepped inside the building.  He was immediately
awed at the sight.  The room soared hundreds of feet over his head, with
streamers of colorful paper and massive murals filling the room.  Long tables
overladen with food stretched from one end of the room to the other, and he
suddenly felt quite ashamed of his few bottles of wine, as compared to the
massive caskets stacked haphazardly against the far wall.  He stepped farther
in and set his bottles down on the table.  Music was being played by musicians
at the far left hand of the room, and servants were streaming steadily back
and forth from the kitchen to the room, carrying all manner of exotic drink
and delicate pastries.

A pair of dancers flitted by, and Taerius was suddenly aware that couples were
dancing around the room.  Looking about, he searched for Daphne, only to find
her hovering directly behind him, a slight smile on her face.
"Care to dance?" she asked slyly.

"With pleasure, madam."  The smile on his face belied his apparent solemnity,
further increased by a deep bow.  He swept her away, twirling her onto the
main floor and into the throngs of couples already dancing.  He lost himself
to the lights and sound, and the world blurred into one long moment of chaotic
voices and colors.  

And then, all at once, the chaos disappeared.  He came back to reality, his
head swimming.  The song was different now, and far fewer people were dancing. 
He had no idea how long he had been dancing, but he suddenly found himself
incredibly exhausted -- he was dog-tired and even sweating slightly in his
light jerkin.

Daphne glanced at him.  Noticing his fatigue, she spoke "Perhaps I'll get
myself a drink and talk with Ariadne for a bit."  He smiled gratefully.  
"I think I'm going to go lie down somewhere; I feel a bit weak." Taerius gave
a wan smile to her and wandered away from the crowd, towards a side door. 
Pushing it open, he found himself in a massive hallway, stretching down and
away from the hall, dimly illuminated with oil lamps.  He walked steadily down
the corridor until he reached a door at its conclusion, iron bound with rough
hinges.  Pushing it open slightly, he peered within.

It looked like a spare room, perhaps for laundry, as he noted the small hamper
on the side wall.  There was a door on the opposite wall and on the side; he
looked through the side door and found a small pantry beyond.  However, most
important to him was the light cot on the opposite wall beside the door. 
Shutting the door through which he had entered, he fell onto the cot and
instantly dropped into a light sleep.

He was awakened suddenly my a sharp rapping sound.  His head swimming still,
his eyes blinked open.  The sound came again, louder and more insistent.  He
moved slightly, his muscled feeling limp and flaccid, and saw that the sound
was coming from the door on the opposite wall.  Wearily, he rose and stumbled
over.  There was a deadbolt latch and me fumbled with it sleepily, his mind
still groggy.  After a moment, he threw the lock and opened the door.
Darkness spilled in.  It seemed that the door led to the outside world,
perhaps to allow garbage to be transported in and out, for the street onto
which the door opened was poorly lit and looked like and alley.  The tall side
of a building rose high opposite him, increasing the similarity. 

Framed bleakly in the doorway were the forms of two young men:  urchins, by
the look of their clothing and the general griminess of their exposed skin. 
Like him, they wore kilts, but theirs were bedraggles and dirty, and torn in
many places.  Rags covered their torsos, and their hair fell in grimy, dirt
encrusted locks, in marked distinction to his well-dressed coiffure.  The one
on the left was slightly shorter, with mousy brown hair and similarly colored
eyes.  He was thin and somewhat bony, as might be expected from a pauper., and
clutched a small bag in his hand.  The other, rather taller and with dirty
blond hair, possessed very light brown eyes, and, surprisingly, a physique
which might belied his otherwise decrepit appearance.  Perhaps at some former
time he had been the athletic sort, but now his body was falling into
disrepair.

The shorter one spoke.  'Please, sir, can you spare some food for one hard on
his luck.'  His voice was high, indicating prepubescence; it was hard to tell
under all the grime.

Taerius stared back, now finally waking up.  He hesitated.  'I'm sorry, but I
don't live here; I'm just a visitor.  I don't even know where the kitchens
are...'

The smaller one looked downcast, and the taller frowned, then spoke.  'Are you
sure...isn't anyone else around who might know?  We can't get in at the
front.'  The smaller one's head perked up.

'No, everyone else is all the way across the house at a party.  I was just
lying down.  But perhaps there's something here.  I'll look.'  Taerius strode
across the room to what he had thought to be a pantry when he first came in,
thinking perhaps some food might be stored.  However, upon closer inspection,
he found it to be only a storage closet for linens, chairs, and other
supplies.  He turned around, only to find that the two strangers had stepped
inside.  

'Sorry to intrude, but it is really rather cold outside.'  The taller one
seemed to have taken over the talking now.  'It's so much warmer in here.'
'Yes, it is.'  Taerius was wondering how to get rid of them.  Always congenial
and polite, he didn;t want to order them out, but he didn;t want to engage in
a conversation.  Perhaps he could direct them toward the hall...

'I can tell you where the party hall is -- there's food there.' he offered.
'Yes, I'm sure...and many people as well.  I doubt they would be as congenial
as you with us.'  Taerius grimaced at the sarcastically intoned words, knowing
that the adolescent had discerned the motive behind his suggestion.  Indeed,
hey would never get food from the party, but what else could he do?

'Perhaps money...we could buy food with money.' commented the younger one
again.'  

'Yes,' said Taerius thoughtfully then shivered.  'Could you at least close the
door; it's getting cold in here.  Let me see if I have anything on me.'  He
was not stupid, and saw the basic idiocy of announcing that he had a pouch
full of coins with him.  He scooped it off the floor from where he had left it
and fished a few coins out.  He flipped them to the younger one, who caught
them with glee.

'Thank you very much,' he said, quite happy.  However, now the older one was
staring at him.  He shook his head.

'Yes, indeed.  Thank you very much,' said the older.  'Sorry to have taken
your time.'  He opened the door and stepped out, the younger one in tow.  The
door swung quietly shut.  He sat back down on the bed, and tossed the bag back
underneath.  Perhaps he could get a little bit more sleep; he was still a bit
groggy.  Sleep unfolded before, nestling him in its soft folds.


4.  Rude Awakenings

His dream had been progressing nicely, when something again awakened him.  The
room was dim now, the oil lamp nearing the end of its fuel.  However, in the
gloom, he could see a figure by the door, which was again standing open. 
Rising sharply to a sitting position, he exclaimed 'Hello?'
The figure froze.  In a moment, the door creaked loudly, and another figure,
also shrouded in the darkness, ran in.  He swung his legs over the side of the
bed, but a pair of strong arms arrested his movement, pushing him back.  He
looked up, and saw the face of the adolescent to whom he had earlier given
money.
'Why are you here?' he asked sharply, angered by their entry and the fact that
he was now being restrained.

'My apologies, but I could not help but notice the amount of money in your
pouch... It bulged so.  You should not carry such amounts of money with you,
you could be robbed.'  A smile played across his thin lips.  The younger one,
apparently the second intruder, hissed angrily 'Let's go!'

'Not so fast,' answered the older one.  If we go now, he can summon help and
catch us.  See if there's any rope in that closet.'  The younger one scurried
off, while the older continued to sit on Taerius, effectively immobilizing him
-- struggle as he did, he could not wriggle out.  A few moments passed, then
the young one reappeared.

'I couldn't find any rope; I brought you these sheets instead; you can tie him
with those.'  

The older one examined them critically.  'I suppose.  Here, help me hold him
down.'  Taerius struggled, though admittedly it was the fact that he had been
duped that would hurt more than the loss of the money. The younger one sat on
his legs, while the older one busied himself, tying his hands securely to the
metal bedframe, crossed together and bound with a single sheet.  Shooing the
younger one away, he tied Taerius' leg to the bottom right corner of the bed,
fastening it securely.  Taerius flailed wildly with his free left leg, and
managed to clip the busied older boy in the jaw.  

'Ah!' he exclaimed in both surprise and pain, glaring at the prostrate form on
the bed.  'You don't have to be so nasty about it.  It's nothing personal.' 
More careful now, he finished tying down the left leg to the other corner of
the bed.  Finishing this, he tossed the stolen sack of coins to the younger
one.  'Quickly, take this and hide it securely in the briar patch.  We need it
there by morning, before anyone can see you hide it.'  The younger boy dashed
out the door.

'Now, you.  You shouldn't be able to escape from here for a while -- hopefully
not until someone finds you.  But don't even think about reporting this; it
wouldn't be of any real use.'  He sat down on the end of the bed.  'The
authorities can never track urchins, and don't try.  On the other hand, if you
did so, you would acquire my ire.'  He leaned close.  'And you definitely
don't want that.'  He sat quietly for a moment.  'I'm going to wait here until
my young friend gets back -- I wouldn't want to unexpectedly find out that my
knot tying skills aren't as great as I suppose.  It will probably be a few
hours.'  He lapsed into silence again.

The lamp was even dimmer now, it probably had only an hour left to burn. 
However, Taerius' sense of touch was undampened, and he started suddenly when
he felt a hand rest on his leg.  Craning his head upwards off the bed, he say
that the youth was gently rubbing his thigh, almost offhandedly, as he stared
off into space, seemingly daydreaming.  As if aware of Taerius' inspection,
his head snapped back and eyed him.  

He turned towards the prostrate form, and no deliberately began to rub his
prisoner's thigh.  His hand was warm but rough, and it abraded his soft skin
slightly.  The adolescent was staring at him through half-lidded eyes, more
calculatingly than anything else.

His hand slid farther upwards, and met the hem of his kilt.  Smiling slightly,
his hand slipped beneath and farther up his leg.  Pangs of pleasure began to
grow stronger, and Taerius grimaced slightly.  He stared at the eyes, still
staring directly at his, almost as if the hand was moving of its own accord.
The hand reached his tightly wound breechcloth, the boy's arm at full
extension.  Cradling the cloth and its contents gently for a moment, he
squeezed them, putting low pressure on the organ.  Taerius swallowed silently. 
Why was the boy doing this to him!?  The hand continued to squeeze and
massage, and Taerius felt his penis begin to swell.  The adolescent felt it as
well, and strengthened his treatment, clenching harder.  The organ continued
to swell, until now it strained the limits of the breechcloth.  The adolescent
withdrew his hand suddenly, and Taerius let out a short gasp.

'You like that?' the adolescent asked coyly.  Taerius did not respond.  'Of
course you did.'  Perhaps...  no.'  Taerius screamed mentally.  Perhaps what?
As if reading the thought right out of his mind, the adolescent smiled again. 
Extending both hand, he undid the clasp which held the cloth of the kilt
together.  Sliding the now loose garment from Taerius' legs, he dropped it
casually on the floor.  Taerius' erection was still as full as could be under
the breechcloth, now visible, and the fabric strained against the pressure. 
The adolescent squeezed the ballsac harshly, and the blood-engorged organ
strained more.  The adolescent smiled lasciviously, and squeezed again. 
Taerius was in agony, his mammoth erection straining against the unyielding
fabric.  His eyes pleaded.  The boy, noting the look, squeezed again, now
rocking the balls in his hand and rubbing the sac against Taerius's legs with
surprising harshness.  Taerius could take no more.  

'Please' he gasped, air and saliva expelled from his mouth with the throaty
plea, surprised even as he said it.  His mind reeled, and he almost blacked
out.  How could he ask such a thing!?  How... how could this be happening!?


5.  Discoveries and Losses

'Please what?' inquired the adolescent innocently, still fondling the sac.

'Let it out!' implored Taerius, his cock still raging hard against its
opposition.  

'Surely I cannot turn down a humanitarian plea such as that,' said the boy,
again sarcastic.  Deftly manipulating the tightly folded cloth, he opened a
hole, and the penis bounded out.

Even Taerius was shocked at the size of the organ.  Free of its constriction,
it swelled to ten inches in length, and easily two inches across.  It was more
an iron rod that a cock, and the expression on the adolescent's face showed
that he, too was impressed.

'Such beauty should not go without reward,' he murmured, and began to stroke
Taerius, beginning at the base of the cock and working his way up to the
crown.  The head was fully exposed, uncut foreskin pulled down to exposed the
heaving red-violet pinnacle.  Drops of pre-cum leaked copiously from the top,
and the adolescent spat on his hand to make it slick and smooth against the
swollen dick.

Changing tactics, the adolescent moved his hand off of the organ and stroked
his crotch, drawing his fingers through the heavy mound of hair around the
base of the organ.  A bristly sound of hair against nail came, and Taerius
inhaled involuntarily.  He felt pressure building up, not ready yet but
waiting.

After much time of switching from stroking the cock to combing his hand
through the mass of pubic hair, the adolescent ceased all movement again.  He
waited for a moment, then plunged his mouth over the erect cock, taking in
every inch of the swollen organ.  Waves of ecstasy swam up Taerius' body as
the tongue swept around his rod.  He began to gasp,in and out, in and out, n
rhythm with the sucking actions of the adolescent on his dick.  The tongue
dallied at the head, then swept down the whole length in a smooth sweep,
leaving no spot untouched by its welcome ravages.  

A few minutes passed like this, Taerius gasping in and out, moaning softly,
the adolescent rocking slightly, up and down on the cock.  Suddenly, a shudder
passed down the length of Taerius' body, and, as if a floodgate had been
lifted, the pressure which had been building erupted, cum streaming out of the
engorged head in a violent stream.   The adolescent wavered slightly, awed by
the pure fury of the potent cum.  It flooded his mouth, and he had to swallow
as fast as he could to keep up with it.  At last the torrent of semen ceased,
the last rivulet trickling down his throat, he savoring every drop.  Taerius
was still shuddering.  With an audible pop, he withdrew his lips, a few drops
of semen clinging still to the organ, now shrinking as the mouth was taken
away.  Taerius' head again rested on the pillows, and he was thinking again. 
How!?  He had never enjoyed such ecstasy, even on those rare occasions when he
had succumbed to the urgings of a female and fucked her.  How could he have
liked that!?  The questions swam through his head like drops of water pelting
against him, each stinging him sharply into contemplation.  Was it pure lust? 
Perhaps that was it -- the stimulation of the numerous nerves in the penis by
oral-- he lapsed into a long rationalization, but ended it just as dissatisfied
as before.  He had been cocksucked before -- by a women -- and the pleasure had
been there, but not so primal or unrestrained as here.  How could he!?  What
was he!?  He lapsed into despair.

'First time?' inquired the adolescent, now leaning complacently against the
wall above him.

'Y-Yes.' Taerius stammered, 'I-I mean with a man.'  

'Well, feel better; I'm not quite a "man" yet.'

'How old are you?'

'16; almost 17.  Another few years.'

'I'm just 17.  We're probably only a few months apart.' Taerius stated, some
level of calm returning to him. 

'Get out of here!  You're at least 19.'

'No, really.'

'You're fucking seven feet tall and have a cock the size of a horse, and
you're telling me you're seventeen.'

Taerius blushed at the description of his member, and noted only 'actually six
and a half.  I'm just ... advanced for my age.'

'I'll say.  Listen, it's one in the morning, and--'

'What!?'  taerius began to bold straight up,m then fell back to the
restraints.

'One.  AM.  What about it?'

'I was supposed to leave two hours ago with someone!'

'Really.  Who?' he inquired, almost conversationally, a dramatic switch from
his composition before the encounter.

'A girl, Daphne...' he looked up.  'You know her?'

'Of course not, ' replied the boy (man?) with ease.  'Just asking.  You don't
seem the sort to associate with girls, if you pardon me for saying so.'

Taerius blushed again.  'Girls are certainly ... nice enough.' he remarked,
with contrived nonchalance.

'I take it you know this from ... personal' -- he stressed the word --
'experience.'

'Yes,' said Taerius, happy to find himself back on safer ground.
'Ever thought about men; fantasized?'  A short silence.  'Don't worry, you'll

never see me again.'  Still silence.  Taerius hadn't, but he didn't to say so
for fear of seeming defensive.  'Well, I'll tell you about me.'  Taerius
raised his head.

'To spare you the melodramatics, I'll give you the short version.  Abandoned
at birth, taken care of by an older boy who still harbored some compassion. 
At 12 I left to find my own way, and took Geryo -- the other boy -- under my
wing two years ago.  Pickings are scarce on the street, but as you saw, I do a
great blowjob, something far more valuable, and something many people are
willing to pay for.  Nevertheless, I stay in rags -- people seem scared of
hiring a well-dressed person:  maybe they're afraid they'll meet them again
someday.'

'I got a freebie?' Taerius asked, joking.

'Think of it as a hand-out'


6.  Turnabout and Fair Play

'So what next?' said Taerius, tired of being tied up. 'Do I get untied?'

'I'm afraid not.  As decent a chap as you seem, I still can't risk being
apprehended, so you'll have to bear the inconvenience for a while longer.'

'I see,' said Taerius, now rather unhappy. 'What if I said I wouldn't tell
anyone?'

'Still... sorry, it's just to great a risk.  If it makes you feel better, many
people in my place would have just killed you outright, and saved the bother.'

'Thanks a lot.' said Taerius half-laughingly.  'By the way, you never told me
your name.'

'Kertan.' he said bluntly.

'Kertan?' Taerius repeated.  He had never heard the name.

'Yeah.'

'Cool name.  Taerius.'

'Father's choice?'

'Yes, of course.  Not all of us can name ourselves.'

Laugh.  'I guess.'

Silence reign for a few minutes.  Taerius' thoughts turned again to the
fantastic feeling he had had while Kertan had been at the reigns.  Lost in the
orgasmic memories, his cock stirred again and began to rise.  When he opened
his eyes again, Kertan was staring at the organ, and Taerius was shocked to
find it now fully extended.

'Insatiable.' murmured Kertan.  'We shall have to teach you a lesson.'
Taerius wondered to what he referred.  Kertan rose from the bed and stared at
the prostrate form, whose head was now turned toward him.  Quietly,
meaningfully, he unfastened the belt which wound around his supple hips. 
Dropping the worn leather away, his ragged kilt sagged, and after a short
wriggle, dropped to his feet.  Beneath the now discarded garment was a
loincloth, far scantier than Taerius' and crafted of a soft brown leather,
untanned.  Now it was Kertan's organ which strained against the fastening, and
he approached the cot again where Taerius lay prisoner.  Reaching down, he
untied one of Taerius' hands, leaving the other still bound.  Taerius
hesitated, wondering what he was supposed to or should do.  Sensing the
indecision, Kertan undid the material and the loincloth fell to the floor,
leaving his cock exposed.  It was nearly as impressive as Taerius, 8 inches
long, but very thin.  Kertan had little pubic hair, probably from his youth;
he was relatively smooth.   However, the most outstanding feature, was his
ballsac, which was truly enormous, hanging low and heavy below the slightly
curving cock.  Taerius immediately felt his cock go to full mast, standing
straight up and full of blood.  His eyes swam up and down the length of
Kertan's organ, and his free hand, almost reflexively, reached up and grasped
it around the base.

'Stroke it.' said Kertan imperiously.  Taerius complied, moving his hand up
and down, feeling ever fold in the skin, the slight protrusions of blood-
swollen veins and arteries, the mushroom-like head mounted atop the perfect
rod.  He scratched the base and fondled the sac, Kertan, standing transfixed
with his eyes closed.  Pre-cum slipped from the head, lubricating Taerius'
hand and making the job easier.  A few minute of this had brought Kertan close
to climax, but he resisted it, wanting more, wanting Taerius to taste his cum
as he had tasted his.

'Suck.'  Kertan commanded.  Taerius would have done so whether or not the
command was made, so enraptured was he in the orgiastic scene.  He pulled on
the cock, forcing Kertan to move towards him.  With one decisive tug, Kertan
fell, sprawling over Taerius' prostrate form.  Deftly maneuvering him with his
one hand, Taerius maneuvered the younger boy's cock over his mouth, then
plunged it in.  

Immediately he knew that it would not be easy.  The cock filled his mouth
nearly to the back, forcing him to suppress his gag reflex.  There was little
room for his tongue to move, and he knew he could not bite down.  Hesitantly,
he explored the cock with his tongue, moving up and down its length, finding
it completely different with the tongue than with the hand.  Thrilled, his
tongue swept faster, and his lips began to move up and down on the rod. 
Kertan moaned softly, which only encouraged Taerius to greater lengths. 
Faster and faster he went, his tongue a blur of movement and erotic strokes,
his lips a regular suction pumped up and down.  

As he pulled back, his upper jaw fell down, his teeth closing on the soft
organ.  With a yelp of pain, Kertan jerked, at the same time, cum flooded out
of his cock, filling Taerius' mouth.  He quickly swallowed, but not fast
enough, and cum dribbled out, running down the side of his face and onto the
rumpled sheets.  As the cum subsided -- far less than Taerius' own ejaculation
-- Kertan began to pull out, but Taerius clenched his teeth again, arresting
the organ's progress.  He held his teeth in place, trapping the cock.  Kertan
twisted his head around to see what had happened.  Keeping his teeth in place,
Taerius winked and wriggled his still-bound right hand.

Kertan stared.  However, seeing that he was obviously beaten, he quickly
untied the wrist and dropped the now useless sheet onto the floor.  

'That better?' he asked sardonically.

'Much,' said the liberated Taerius, releasing the trapped cock from his mouth
and wiggling his newly-freed hand.  'I see you've had a change of heart about
restraints.'

'Quite.' agreed Kertan dryly.


7.  In the Middle of Things

In a few minutes, Taerius had untied his feet and was sitting upright on the
bed.  He sighed and leaned back against the wall, while Kertan paced back and
forth before him.

'Are you going to say anything about this,' asked Kertan, a hint of worry
creeping into his voice.

'Certainly not.' said Taerius.  'I'm a man of my honor, and I said I wouldn't
say anything.  At any rate, I would have given you the money at this point
anyway.'

'How kind,' noted Kertan, again reverting to his previous sarcasm.  Dried cum
covered his still exposed organ, while Taerius had tucked his back inside his
breechcloth.

The lamp had long since gone out.  Kertan opened the door and peered out. 
Returning, he reported 'Geryo should be back soon; so I fear it is near time
for me to depart.'  So saying, he retrieved his discarded loincloth from the
floor.  Upon examination however, he found that he had ripped it and, however
valiantly he tried to keep it shut, the force of his still, half-erect organ
kept it from sealing.  Disgusted, he threw it aside and simple buckled his
kilt on over his legs, then threaded his belt around his muscular hips.
Taerius smiled.  The whole experience had seemed so surreal, and now reality
was pushing its sharp blade back in.  The two sat in silence for a while,
thinking of erudite matters and metaphysics ill-suited to the occasion.
Then the door opened.  Geryo strode in, then started to see Taerius sitting
completely unrestrained.  Hesitatingly, he ventured 'Hello?'

'Don't worry, Geryo.  This man here has no problem with us.  Right?' he looked
to Taerius.

'Right.  You can keep the money; it's fine.  I don't harbor grudges.'
Geryo walked further in, and noticed Taerius's state of undress.  'Did you
suck him?' he asked, perfectly frankly, to Kertan.

'Yes; there wasn't much to do while I was waiting for you to get back.' 

Taerius blushed again to hear the act discussed so blatantly.

'How much did you get for it?' asked Geryo inquisitively.

'Nothing!  We have all of his money!'

Geryo hesitated.  'So... why?'

'I had nothing better to do.  Besides, it was a great experience.  He has the
biggest dick I've seen in a long time.'

'Really?'  a pause, as if for consideration, then 'Lemme see it.'

'Taerius?' said Kertan.  'It's up to you.'

'Sure; one more person can't hurt.'  He unwound his breechcloth carefully and
lay it on the ground.  His cock was just slightly hard, hanging limply, but
even still it was six inches long.

'Shit,' whispered Geryo.  'That thing is huge!  How big is it hard?'

'Why don't you find out,' said Kertan.

Taerius blanched at the implication.  'Don't worry, Taerius,' said Kertan, 'As
you said, one more person can't hurt.'  Taerius frowned at the use of his own
words, but, what could he do?

'Fine.  What do you want to do?'

'I'll just stroke it if that's better for you.' said Geryo amiably.

'No, no -- whatever you want.'

'Okay, sure.' said Geryo.  kneeling before the sitting Taerius, he grasped his
hands and pulled him up.  Now his cock was at just the right level, and Geryo
closed his lips over it, sucking expertly.  After a few moment, muffled grunts
indicated that Taerius was again enjoying the treatment, and his cock was
swelling inside Geryo's mouth.  Arcing his back, Taerius thrust his cock
further into the boy's mouth, grinding his hips against his lips.  Geryo fell
back under the onslaught, but braced himself against the wall behind him. 
Taerius continued o press, forcing every inch of the enormous cock down the
boy;s throat.  In response, geryo threw his arms u and grasped Taerius around
the small of his back bulling his torso down perpendicular to the ground. 
Bent over, Taerius could smell the scent of the unwashed boy, and the
dirtiness of his hair.

Suddenly, from behind him, he felt a new pressure, something wet was moving
around his arsehole, ducking in and out.  He began to straighten, but Geryo's
arms tightened, keeping him bent over.  The tongue explored the hole
completely, licking every crevice and spreading a trail of with saliva behind
it.  With his cock still engulfed in Geryo's mouth, Taerius wondered what
would happen next.

Something moved into his arsehole, larger and longer than the tongue -- a
finger.  It probed around, and he felt his rectal muscles tensing and
contracting.  The finger probed further, stalwartly pleasuring his hole, and
he felt his muscles relax slightly.  Suddenly, pressure came, as another
finger was slipped in.  He felt a slight stretching of his hole to make room
for thee fingers, and it tensed slightly again.  However, under Kertan's
careful ministration, he slowly relaxed, and let the fingers do their work.
Finally, the fingers were removed, and he thought perhaps that was the extent
of it.  Then, a third pressure cam, spreading his cheeks with gentle force. 
Slowly, the pressure -- thicker than the fingers -- worked its way into the
arsehole.  Taerius shuddered slightly, because pain was accompanying the
object's -- it must be Kertan's cock -- approach as it spread apart his buttock
and pressed into his hole.  It felt as though it was near halfway in, when
suddenly the pressure increased sharply, and Taerius yelped out loud in pain
as the stiff cock slid the rest of the way into his hole.  He could feel the
sac rubbing against his bum, and Kertan's kilt, lifted to make room, scratched
his lower back.

In front, the sucking had continued, and had reached near frenzied level,
which each pull being stronger than the last.  He felt as though his dick was
nearly being ripped out of place, but this strangely seemed to be a turn-on,
and he found himself savoring the force.  The agile tongue slipped up and down
the shaft, covering every bit of the elongated member.

With a shudder, Taerius felt the cock slide from his arse, then plunge in
again, resurrecting the flitting pains which shot up from the harsh entry. 
Again, out and in, each time a bit easier, and more pleasurable.  Being pulled
from the front and impaled from the back, Taerius swayed gently back and
forth, eyes shut and body lost to the word, to the orgiastic pulsing of the
cock in his arse and the deft lips on his own member.  He felt a shudder, as
before, and the smooth stream of cum flooded from his cock, emptying it again
into an eager mouth.

All at once, the rhythm fell off, and his eyes flitted open, his mind snapping
back.  Geryo was sliding softly off of his cock, cum barely visible between
his full lips.  Smiling softly, he scuttled to the side, beyond Taerius' field
of vision.

Despite this, the impaling of his arse, had continued, if anything, grown more
forceful.  Under the new pressure, and without Geryo before him for support,
Taerius was slammed against the wall, still erect cock pressed painfully
upwards against his abdomen.  He grunted slightly.

As if in response, Kertan withdrew sharply, then plunged in once more,
grinding his hips with almost preternatural force into Taerius' soft buttocks. 
The cock inside him strained to even greater length, and then stopped for a
moment, as if frozen in place.  Then, in a great torrent, cum erupted out of
it, filling his arse; he could feel it within him, coursing in his rectal
canal.  With the end of the stream, the cock withdrew, leaving the hole
feeling strangely empty as drops of semen dragged out with the cock hiding in
the clefts of his ass.

Taerius collapsed to the floor, spent.  He saw Kertan over him, but almost
surreally blurry, as the world spun out of control.  His mind fought for
balance, but it was too late; in the rushing sea of ecstasy and fatigue, his
mind was sinking fast to the waves.  The image blurred further, and he though
he could see Kertan moving, but then the sight was gone, and with in the
vestiges of consciousness.


8.  Sans Valediction:  Contemplations

Consciousness fluttered back to Taerius like a butterfly in a storm, buffeted
and tossed but determined to reach its destination.  Eventually it succeeded,
Taerius' eyes flitting open.  The pale light of the very early morning shone
in, little better than the night.  The door was just slightly ajar, letting
the ray fall upon his face.  It was likely about 5 in the morning, and Taerius
slowly rose to his feet.  He was still glad in jerkin only, his long-discarded
breechcloth and kilt still lying haphazardly strewn on the ground by the bed. 
There was no other evidence of the activities of the night before:  the bed
was neatly made (with linens from the closet?), the small mess on the floor
cleaned, and the clothes of the other removed, likely with them.  There was no
trace of their presence anywhere in the room.

Quietly and thoughtfully, he walked over to his garments and quickly rewrapped
the breechcloth around his cock, now limp again after its ordeal during the
night.  The kilt had been lying in a rumpled heap on the floor, and the
creases in it were many, but that could be explained by the fact that he had
worn it all night.  After quickly buckling it back around his waist, he sat
down hard on the floor to think.

Was it just the product of a lustful night's allure?  Or was it a symptom of
something far more essential to his nature?

Surely he couldn't be ... gay?

No, he had enjoyed his experiences with the girls.  He wouldn't have.  He
couldn't have.

It was just... new, pleasurable.

Even despite the seemingly good explanations, he was left with a scared
feeling in the pit of his stomach.  What if...?

What if it happened again?

Would that be conclusive?  What if he wanted it to happen again?

Lust, or something deeper?

It was disturbing.  He didn't want to think about it.  But his mind drove
relentlessly on.

'You could have stopped' he mumbled to himself.  It was lust, though.  He
hadn't wanted to stop, but it was just pleasurable -- that's all.

It wasn't as if he wanted men more than women.

That would be wrong.  Sick somehow.

But...

What if he did?  What could he do?  

Nothing.  

Nothing at all.

He sighed, wondering what would come of things.

Wondering what would become of him.

Wondering who he was.

Wondering who he would be.

He knew.

And he sighed again.


9.  Return and Farewell

He rose a long while later; now the dawn was here and the new day had begun. 
The sun was hot now as he opened the door, beating down onto the gravel road
and the tiled side of the building.  He was indeed in an alleyway.  There
seemed to be no one else around, so he quietly closed the door and walked
quickly and carefully down the alley and into the street.  A few carriages
drove already down the otherwise deserted road, and a few beggars were already
out, begging for alms.  He looked, with an almost fateful sense of hope, at
their faces, but none were the duo of his encounter the night before.
Turning towards his apartment, he strode off down the street, casting a long
shadow behind in the low sun.  A carriage rumbled by, scattering pebbles onto
him, and he winced slightly.  His head drooped low, he was still in thought,
still trying to rationalize the situation.

He did not even realize how far he had walked, and now he was back, standing
before the door to his dorm.  Opening the door, he had made it halfway
upstairs when he suddenly realized that his key had been in the pouch with his
money.  Cursing annoyedly, he continued, thinking that perhaps he could simply
knock the door down; after all, it was his last day here, and he needed to get
the boxes out or he would never be ready when his father came.  Anyway, he
needed to change and wash up; he must look awful after the wild night.
he reached his door and eyes it appraisingly, seeing if it looked pervious to
attack.  Admittedly it was stout and reinforced, but the hinged might be
lacking.  He took a step back, and rammed his shoulder against the door.  A
shudder ran down its length, but nothing more.  He reared back again, and
struck it again, but still it held fast. He was about to hit it a third time,
when, rather surprisingly, the door swung open to reveal a rather bedraggled-
looked Daphne.

"Hello, and good morning to you." she said, rather sarcastically.

"Mph.  You could have said something earlier."

"I was asleep, and besides, where's your key?" responded Daphne.

"I lost it," said Taerius, completely unconvincingly.  She stared at him. 

"Ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Look, what are you doing here?" He had given her a key long ago in case he
locked himself out.

"Well, after you disappeared, the party went on for a while, but when I
decided to leave, I couldn't find you anywhere -- I figured I'd come here and
wait for you to get back.  I didn't want to miss you before you left."

"I was in the back," mumbled Taerius.

"Mmmm." said Daphne.  "Well, I couldn't search every room in the place.  I
trust you feel better now than when I last saw you.  You looked a wreck.  
Not, " she laughed "That you don't now."

"Much," he said.  "I had an interesting dream."

"Nice," she said.  "Get in here.  You'll need to be getting all of these
crates downstairs."

"Yeah, I will," said Taerius, still lost in thought.

"When is your father coming?" asked Daphne, oblivious to his stupor.

"In about an hour.  He was leaving this morning."

"Then we'd better hurry.  Where are we taking these?"

"To the stables.  He's meeting me there." his eyes still spared into space.

"Hello?" she said, finally noticing.  "You there?"

"Yeah, yeah." He dropped his guise to her.   "Let's go."

Daphne dragged the crates down the stone steps and out into the yard, where
Taerius carried them over to the stables.  The horse neighed at the sight of
the visitor, but settled down after a few trips.  Soon the pile had grown
large, several stacks of boxes lined up.  Taerius was sweating in the hot sun,
and his already soiled clothing grew even worse.  By the time they were
complete, he really did look a wreck.

"You must have been more tired than you thought," said Daphne "You really look
terrible.  It looks like you barely slept."

"I was particularly restive last night." said Taerius, his eyes again focused
into space.

"I guess so," said Daphne, unconvinced.  They stood a few minutes in silence,
then the rumbling of a carriage could be heard, and then they saw the
carriage, painted red-brown with gold trim, drawing into the narrow lane
leading to the stables.  As it pulled up, the back door opened, and a somewhat
corpulent man in his late thirties stepped out.  He was arrayed in the finest
of clothing; Taerius had not seen him (who must obviously be his father) in
four years.

"Taerius!" shouted the man, rushing towards him.  The carriage came to a
complete stop.

"Father." said Taerius flatly.  "It is so good to see you again."

"Something the matter, son?" said his father, puzzledly.

"Nothing.  Just some memories."

"Well, I know how hard it is to leave places you've grown accustomed to.  And
this must be Daphne."  he turned to her.  "I've heard all about you in my
son's letters.  Now I see he grossly understated your charm and beauty."
She had the grace to blush slightly and make a small curtsy at the blatant
sycophantry.  "Thank you sir.  Your son is quite -- remarkable as well."

"Yes, he is that." said his father thoughtfully.

"Well, we'd better get these boxes loaded up, oughtn't we," broke in Taerius,
gaining a new wind.

"Yes, we should," said his father brightly.  In a few minutes the four --
Daphne over the protestations of Taerius' father and the driver -- had loaded
the boxes into the back of the carriage and secured them.  The driver opened
the door again for the father and son to enter.  Taerius turned back to
Daphne.

"Visit me sometime.  You know where I live."

"I will," she said, but they both knew it was a lie.  he would in all
likelihood never see her again.

"Well, then, goodbye." he said, breaking between the words awkwardly.

"Yes.  Goodbye." she said, almost perfunctorily.

He climbed into the cab, followed by his father.  "Let's go," he instructed
sharply the driver.

With a neigh, the horse sprang into action, and the carriage slid off down the
road.  Turning about to peer through the carriages small rear window, he could
see Daphne standing and waving, the sun tall behind her, casting a long shadow
down the road.  Then they swung around a turn and she ducked out of sight,
like a curtain being pulled over the scene.  He turned around again and
settled into the opulent cushions of the carriage.  He was going home.

---end of part I