The Second Chronicles of Kovzland Book 1: Return of the Kovz King Chapter Seven Eric and I were awakened early one morning, Mama shaking our bare shoulders and urging us to consciousness. We weren't naked, but we were both wearing only our underwear and reflexively pulled the blankets up to our necks. I could feel the soft warmth of Eric's skinny body against my arm and rubbed it absently. "What is it, Mama?" Eric asked still half asleep. "You boys gotta get dressed right away. Some men are here who want to see you." "Why?" "There's trouble, dear. They've searched all over town for young Erin Rogers and they haven't been able to find him. No one's seen him for weeks and now they think he deliberately ran away from his bride to be to avoid the wedding. They're talking to all the boys in town." If Mama had been suspicious of us, the guilty glances we shot at each other would have unveiled us both, but she had already turned to the dresser and opened it searching for some clothes for us. "Talking about Boylovers again, they are. Even called for an Old One to come." "We don't know anything, Mama," Eric said. "I know you don't, dear, but you're gonna have to talk to them all the same. Here now." She returned to the bed carrying two sets of overalls. She set them down at our feet and started toward the door. "You boys hurry and get dressed and scurry down stairs. Lord, but they're in no mood to be waiting for you." We lay in bed for a moment without speaking. We had no cause to feel guilty, at least none we were aware of, but we knew; we'd seen Erin leave with the Boylover. Erin pulled his half naked body from the bed and grabbed one set of overalls. "What are we going to do, Eric?" I whined nervously. "Nothing," he said stepping into the legs and pulling them up his body. "Just don't tell them anything. They don't know we if we saw anything that night or not." He pulled the straps of the overalls over his shoulders and his soft brown chest pressed gently out at the front panel. I crawled out of the bed and did as he had done, slipping into the overalls and putting them on without a shirt underneath. Eric looked so cute with his smooth skin partially covered, but I was too frightened to spend much time appreciating him. As soon as I had the straps over my thin shoulders and had sat down to roll the taller boy's pant legs from my feet, Eric was urging me out the door. We walked nervously down the stairs, me holding to the belt loop of the older boy's pants and pressing my cheek against the smooth warmth of the bare part of his back between the straps of the overalls. I couldn't see where we were going as I followed the young boy, but could feel his slender body tighten and could imagine the faces on the men below us. "Ah, here they are now." It was Master Thorne's voice and it sounded oddly comforting and reassuring. "Step out here, boy," he told me as we came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. I could feel his hand grasp my little shoulder and his fingers in the small, hairless crotch of my armpit as he pulled me from the shield of Eric's soft body. There were a half dozen men standing there and they looked both of us up and down. "This that Kovz Boy from the orphanage?" one of them asked. "Yes," Master Thorne said. "He's Eric's boy." "Mighty pretty boy for an orphan," one of the other men said. The first man came over to me and stroked my blond hair causing me to blush and look down. Slowly his fingers rubbed down my face and across the bare skin of my shoulder. "Softest boy I ever felt," he said. "Now, see here, gentlemen," Master Thorne said. "You're allowed to ask the boys questions, but don't start coming here making accusations." "No one made no accusations, Master Thorne," the second man replied. "Didn't they? That's Eric's boy. I brought him here for Eric to play with. I won't have him insulted in front of my son. Do you think I'd let him play with Eric if I hadn't checked him out fully?" "You might, John," the first man said, "if he put a spell on you..." "That's nonsense." "Is it? Have you played with him yourself, John?" "With a boy? Are you crazy?" "Mighty pretty boy, John. I think we all feel a little... excited by him. Hmm?" "You're forgetting who owns 50% of this operation, Garver," Master Thorne said, his voice heavy with implied threat. "Care- ful who you're accusing of being a Boylover." "I never accused you of being a Boylover, John," the man retreated. "They say that Erin Rogers was taken by Boylovers and here you just happen to have a Kovz Boy in your house. Everyone knows Kovz Boys were created by Boylovers for their evil pleas- ure. Don't you think that's an awful big coincidence? You can't be blamed if the boy enchanted you, made you think he was just a cute little tyke for your son to play with, made you do things with him..." "That'll be enough, Garver," Master Thorne ordered. "And that goes for the rest of you, too. I'm a warrior just the same as you and I haven't played with a boy since I was thirteen. It's true this child is a Kovz Boy, but I'm far from the first Dairean to buy one for my son to play with. Every one of you would if you could afford it. He doesn't know anything about Erin's abduction and I won't have any more accusations made about that. Now, if you have questions to ask, then ask them. Other- wise I will thank you to leave." The men seemed quelled by his implied threats. "I think John's status in our organization is such that we needn't ques- tion his ability to judge a boy's intent," Garver said for all of them, though he didn't sound very sincere and certainly didn't look at me with any more gentleness. "Were you involved with your brothers who stole Erin Rogers last night?" he asked, his whiskered chin and cheeks suddenly turning on me. I looked up at him in fear and terror, ready to cry. "Please, sir," I said, "I don't even know what a Boylover is." "You're witches," another of the men said. "Boys who never grow up and come and try and take our boys away from us." He seemed so angry that I found myself cowering closer to Eric's gentle warmth again. "Make them do unnatural things with each other," another added as if quoting a litany. "Stop it," Eric's boyish voice said suddenly. "You're scar- ing him." "Were you at the Boy's Club the night Erin Rogers disap- peared, Eric?" Garver asked him. "Yes, sir," Eric replied. "Was the boy with you?" I could feel Eric's long skinny arm holding me closer and I melted closer against him, the smooth skin covering his rib cage rubbing across my cheek. "Yes," Eric answered truthfully, a note of definace in his voice. "Did you see Erin Rogers there?" "We're not supposed to tell men what happens at the Boy's Club," Eric said, sounding surprisingly tough for a boy so shy. "We aren't asking what happened," Garver persisted. "We're just asking if Erin Rogers was there or not." Eric paused a long moment. "Yeah, he was there... for a while." "Did you see him leave?" Eric shook his head. "Was that man, Jonathan Quade there?" the second man asked. Eric shrugged. "There were a lot of boys there that night." "Were there any boys there that you didn't know? Boys who weren't from the village?" Eric smiled and blushed, his arm slipping about my thin shoulders tenderly. "We were in a back room all night," he said. The men all looked at me again and I could almost see them imag- ining Eric and I playing with each other. "Are you satisfied?" Master Thorne asked the men. Garver nodded. "For now," he said. "But the Old One may want to talk to them later." "They'll be here when the Old One arrives," Master Thorne said. He ushered the group of men to the front door and closed it behind him. With a heavy sigh, he turned and looked at us. "This is serious, Eric," he said. "If you know anything about this, you'd better tell me before the Old One gets here or there'll be the gods to pay." "We don't know anything, Pa. Honest." "Alright. But you boys better stay around the yard today. I don't want any more trouble with the Warriors. Mr. Howard is bringing his boy around in a little while and he wants you and Kelvin to adopt him. You do a good job with him, you hear?" "Yes, Pa," Eric answered. Eric and I were both too nervous to eat much for breakfast, but Mama insisted and we finally allowed her to feed us. As we sat there, Eric seemed to sense how frightened I was and he smiled reassuringly at me. One of his soft, boyish hands pressed gently against the side of my chest where the overalls didn't cover and I felt him slowly caressing me there, slowly moving his hand up into my small, hairless armpit. I smiled bashfully and he slid his palm across my skinny shoulder blades. "It'll be alright," he said. Despite all the suspicions and investigations going on in town, Master Thorne had already arranged for Eric and I to play with some man's child. I didn't know the boy, but Eric did and said that it would be fun. He was only ten years old and it would be his first time. I was very nervous about the Holy Warriors, but I did want to play with a little boy again and my spirits improved wondering what he would be like. The man brought the boy shortly after Eric and I had finished eating. We were giggling and playing together in the living room, both of us obviously more excited about playing with a little boy than we were nervous about the Holy Warriors. Mr. Howard and Thorne apparently knew each other pretty well and they seemed to be friends, both laughing about something as they came into the living room. Eric and I both looked at the small boy with de- lighted smiles on our faces. He was wearing a black t-shirt and multi-colored shorts that ended at his knees. He was holding a basketball face and had a happy smile on his face as he looked at us. Just by looking at him, I could tell he didn't have the slightest idea why his father had brought him here. "You know Eric, of course," Master Thorne gestured at the pubescent boy. "And that's Kelvin." "Yes, I've seen him in church." He was smiling at me delight- edly, obviously quite willing if not eager for me to play with his ten year old son. The look in his eyes was much different than Mr. Wellesley's had been when he had to give up Robin. "Niel," he said, gently pressing on the small boy's back and pressing him toward us. "Say hello to the boys." "Hi," he smiled sweetly, perhaps a little bashful, but not much so. "Do you want to play basketball?" he asked. Thorne and Howard started laughing. "No, Niel," Howard explained to his son. "Eric and Kelvin are going to teach you a different game, okay?" The boy looked a little confused byt shrugged his shoulders a little. "Okay." "Where are they going to do it, John?" the man asked Thorne. "They've been sleeping in Eric's room. We can hear them from the hall." "Great. Well, let's get it going." "Where are we going, Dad?" the boy asked as his father turned him back toward the door. "Just up to their room so you can play," the man grinned, holding the boy's small shoulders and guiding him out the room and toward the stairs. Thorne motioned for Eric and I to come and we followed him after the father and son. We blushed a little, but smiled at each other, too. Niel was going to be a lot of fun. "Are we going to play cards, Dad?" the boy asked as his father led him up the stairs. "No, Niel," Howard laughed at his son's innocence, Thorne sharing in the humor. "What are we going to play?" the boy continued. "You just do whatever Eric and Kelvin tell you to do, okay?" "Why?" "Because if you don't, you'll get a beating. You stay in there until they're finished." The boy hesitated, apparently a little nervous about the beating. "Finished what?" "Niel!" "Okay, okay," the boy finally sighed. Howard led the child into Eric's room as Thorne went to get them chairs. Eric and I walked in and bashfully stood there in our overalls as Howard grinned at us. "Make it really good, Eric," he instructed. "I want to hear him, okay?" Eric blushed and shrugged his shoulders slightly. He could- n't very well promise that the boy would squeal when he had an orgasm since some little boys didn't make any noise their first time. "You do it," the man ordered when he saw Eric's uncertainty. "If you have to play with it all afternoon before he does it, you make sure he makes noise. I don't care if you have to rape him." Eric didn't respond to this at all. Niel looked awfully young. Still, if we could spend a couple of hours exciting his boyhood, he'd probably be pretty astonished. If nothing else, we could rape him and the boy would squeal in fear if nothing else. I swallowed nervously and hoped he was one of those boys who just liked to make a lot of noise. Thorne soon had a small table and two chairs set up in the hallway outside the door and he and Howard sat down drinking beers. "What are you doing, Dad?" the small boy asked from the doorway. "You just go in there and do as your told," the man ordered the child. "Come on, Niel," Eric said, softly taking hold of the boy's small hand, pulling him into the room and closing the door. I knew well that the doors and walls in Eric's room were delib- erately left thin enough to hear what was going on inside. Men made rooms like this for their pubescent sons so they could make sure they were doing it often enough. If Niel made any noise at all, the men were likely to hear it. I had gotten used to this and it didn't embarrass me anymore when I moaned and cried in orgasm. It felt nicer when I moaned and I knew I wouldn't get in any trouble. "Here," Eric said taking the basketball from the little boy. "Let me have the ball." Niel's cute, boyish face looked nervously back and forth between me and my lover, sensing now that something strange was going on. "What are you going to do?" his high pitched voice asked nervously. "It's okay," Eric soothed softly, putting the ball aside and gently holding the boy's small shoulders. He smiled lovingly at the nervous child and slowly slid his hands down Niel's chest. Niel swallowed and he looked up at Eric with astonishment and fear, as if he was starting to assume what was about to happen. "That's a boy," Eric said softly, taking hold of the lower hem of Niel's t-shirt and pulling it up his small body. I think Niel was too confused to fight though his pretty face started to flush immediately. I felt my heart beating quicker as I saw his small belly appear, the skin looking astonishingly soft. He was a pale pink color and it didn't look like he spent much time in the sun. The baby soft flesh around his small belly button looked very healthy and well fed and even softer than a baby's. He didn't have any flab and yet I could see any muscles through his flesh. Even as Eric lifted the boy's shirt up to his chest, I could just barely see his ribs. Man, he had soft skin. Swallowing nervously and looking more afraid, the small boy obediently lifted his arms and Eric slid the t-shirt up over his face, baring an adorable little chest. The mounds of his muscles were almost invisible but the healthiness of his body didn't make it look flat like it did with skinnier boys. His nipples were very small, a pale brown color on the baby soft pink of his chest. It was really a very attractive body for a boy his age and I looked forward to holding it, feeling my little penis stiffening in my overalls as I gazed at the soft flesh. The boy's underarms didn't form pits like an older boy's might and the pale white skin ran smooth across them from front to back. Needless to say, he was much to young even for hair on his underarms and equally needless to say that the boyish skin looked even softer here, not that any skin could be softer than that of his small belly and chest. His boyish cheeks were blushing an adorable red as the neck of his t-shirt slipped over it, his blond hair dropping across his forehead in a tousled mop. He really looked cute now and I was really getting horny as I looked at him. I could feel myself blushing, embarrassed by how much desire I felt for a ten year old virgin. He looked extremely nervous but let Eric slide the t-shirt down his arms. I saw him swallowing again, boyishly looking around as Eric and I looked at his bare chest. Though not muscular or broad in any sense of the word, the boy did seem to have nice shoulders, the healthy appearance of his skin hiding his collar bones and shoulder bones from view. His arms looked a little meaty, too, though not hard and muscular like some other boys'. He just looked, well, healthy, and it seemed to radiate a special beauty from him, one that I found intensely compelling. Niel looked over at me in confusion and I could just blush and look away briefly, my adoring eyes quickly drawn to gaze at his soft body again. I was so enchanted by his chest's beauty that I was actually surprised when Eric didn't start petting it. Instead, the older boy did something that seemed like the last thing in the world he should do: he reached for the child's shorts. "What are you doing?" Niel's high pitched voice asked with a slight tinge of hysteria, the boy backing up a step and holding his heands out to protect his clothing. Eric, who had always seemed like such a gentle boy, wasted no time with seduction. He grabbed the boy's wrists and spun him around, grabbing his arms and pulling them back behind him. "Stop it!" Niel whined, his half naked body squirming help- lessly to escape the much larger boy. I stared in astonishment, as much by Eric's domination of the little kid as I was by the adorable beauty of Niel's baby soft body squirming and flexing to escape. "Pants him, Kelvin," Eric ordered. He wasn't smiling and I saw his long, skinny arms wrapping around Niel's, saw him pulling the child's arms up over his head until he had him in a full nelson. "Ow," Niel cried. "Stop it." I had never seen Eric abuse a boy before, much less a ten year old child, and it made me nervous and afraid. Nonetheless, I stepped forward and started reaching for his baggy shorts. "No!" the boy said, his bare feet awkwardly kicking out at me. "Dad!" Eric pulled the full nelson tighter and the boy's face wrinkled in pain. "Dad!" he screamed, starting to cry. "Don't hurt him, Eric," I whined, starting to cry a little in empathy for the frightened boy. "Pants him," Eric repeated. Niel's pretty face looked so pained, framed now by his smooth, hairless underarms, and his baby soft belly looked so firm with muscle. Panting a little rather than start crying, I reached for the boy's shorts again. This time, his small foot rose up as if to kick but just hung there as if he wanted to crawl into a foetal position. "Dad!" the boy screamed as my fingers took hold of the elas- tic band. "Dad!" He started to kick and Eric cinched the full nelson a little tighter, making the poor child groan. "No," he cried pathetically, his voice sounding so young and helpless. Hoping that Eric would be nicer to him if he were naked, I peeled the child's shorts down. I saw the white elastic band to his underwear and hooked my fingers in them as well, pulling them both down over his hips and down his creamy soft thighs. His hairless little boyhood sat innocently on his testicles between his legs, still too little to dangle. I knealt down as I lowered his shorts to the floor, the poor boy gasping and crying softly from the pain in his arms. Feeling horribly guilty, I awkwardly worked the shorts over the boy's small feet and he stood there naked and powerless. This wasn't what it was supposed to be like. We were sup- posed to seduce him, to show him how much we adored him, to tenderly teach him how much fun boy sex was. His poor arms obviously hurt too much for him to be afraid or embarrassed and he stood there crying, his eyes closed, looking like a naked Jesus nailed to the cross. "You're hurting him, Eric," I cried softly, wishing the teenager would be nice to him. He was so cute. I wanted him to be our friend. Eric slowly loosened his hold on the child's arms, enough so that he didn't hurt anymore, but still had the same, solemn, determined look on his face. "Suck him off, Kelvin," he in- structed me. I looked down at the little boyhood between Niel's extremely beautiful legs. His testicles, though still round and childlike, were big enough to make a nice, pretty pillow for his penis to rest on. It was uncircumcized, of course, and soft white skin ran all along it forming a little nipple at the end. It looked delightfully innocent and adorable and I would loved to have sucked on it a great deal. Not when the boy was like this, however. "I can't," I whined softly up to Eric. "Do it," the boy whispered, sounding conspiratorial. "When he does it, I'll pull on his arms and he'll cry some more. Then his Dad will be happy." So that's why Eric was doing this. To make the boy's father happy and, presumably, his own. I looked down at the hairless little boyhood between Niel's legs, saw how small and innocent it was. I knew that it would taste wonderful. "No, Eric," I shook my head sadly. "Don't hurt him. Please." Eric looked down at me for a moment and I saw his arms loosening their hold still more. His eyes twinkled a little bit and I thought he was going to cry. He let his hands slip down across the boy's chest, then gently took hold of his young shoulders, massaging them. Niel started sobbing, his young arms held tightly to his side and his small hands reaching down to cover his boyhood. This wasn't going at all well. "I'm sorry," Eric said, sadly, his big hands lovingly rubbing the little kid's bare shoulders and upper arms. "He didn't mean it, Niel," I said, stepping forward and leaning over, trying to meet the child's crying eyes. "Don't cry." He kept crying though, loudly enough that I was a little surprised his father didn't come in and comfort him, didn't come in and beat the tar out of Eric and I. "It's okay," I said softly, instinctively reaching up to hold him. My hands touched the boy's small body and I gently rubbed his bare chest, scarcely noticing how extremely soft and smooth his skin was. It felt even softer than it had looked and that was pretty damned soft. "Niel," I said, almost pleading, gently reaching up and trying to raise his chin to look at me. He did a little and I could see tears filling his eyes, trickling down his soft, pink cheeks. Ten year old boys don't like people to see them crying, though and he snatched his chin away, crying more. Not really thinking about it, I felt my hands slipping up over his shoulders, felt Eric slipping backward, as I took the boy into my arms and held him. His hands were still holding his penis and I could feel them against my crotch, but all I really wanted was to make him stop crying. I felt his chin come to rest on my shoulder and my hands gently rubbed across his back. Man, he was soft. "I'm sorry, Niel," Eric said again, his voice filled with regret and sincerity, his large hand gently stroking the boy's back with me. "I shouldn't have done that." Niel started fighting his sobs down, a process that made his small body shake with each effort. I felt him stepping back from me and willingly let him go, even Eric's hand dropping away. The boy was looking down through his tear filled eyes and finally found his baggy shorts. He bent over and picked them up. Eric and I shot a glance at each other and I immediately stepped forward. "Don't put those on, Niel," I said, taking hold of the shorts, the boy helplessly letting them go. "I want to see my dad," he said, his childish voice still sounding teary. "No," I said gently, pulling the shorts back when he reached for them shortly. "We can still play. We won't hurt you." He started to cry again when he saw I wasn't going to give him his shorts and he tried to rub his eyes clear with a fist as the other hand still held his little peter. He looked so pretty like this and yet I knew he was embarrassed and scared. "We can still play," I repeated. Feeling extremely embarrassed myself, I slid the straps of my overalls over my skinny shoulders still holding his shorts in my hand. His crying subsided a little and I could see him looking up through his long eyelashes as I wiggled the overalls down my skinny body. I felt my face grow hot when my little two inch erection appeared still throbbing excitedly, but wiggled my clothes all the way off and stepped out of them. When I stood back up again, I was as naked as he was. I was about an inch taller than Niel but considerably skinnier. He probably outweighed me by five pounds. He kept trying to wipe his eyes clear and I felt a strange joy when I realized that he was grinning. "You have a boner," he giggled at me, though his eyes were still crying. I giggled, too. I loved giggling with boys and I was de- lighted that he'd noticed my erection. He was glancing up at me a little, but his curious eyes kept looking back down at it. Despite its childish size, it really got hard when it wanted to. It definitely wanted to now. "You can touch it if you want to," I smiled at him, pushing my hips slightly forward like an offer- ing. This just made the boy giggle more and he didn't reach for it. Nonetheless, he was sniffling away the last of his crying and wiped his nose along his forefinger, still hiding his little boyhood. I took hold of his wrist and started pulling him toward the bed, giggling with him. "Come on. We can play on the bed." "We can't play naked," he giggled, stopping halfway there and not letting me tug him any further. His boyish face and should- ers were blushing red, making him look even more innocent. "Yeah, we can," I said, grinning at him. "Eric and I do it all the time." "No you don't," he said, this time actually laughing. "Come on," I smiled. "It's fun." I started pulling on his arm again and he lumbered after me giggling, still holding to his penis. When we reached the bed, I let go of his wrist and crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting my knees bounce a little as I walked to the center and turned around. Niel stood there at the foot holding his penis with both hands, giggling and blushing adorably. He still looked like he'd been crying, but he looked like he'd all but forgotten about it. "Come on," I en- couraged him. The bashful boy looked back at Eric who was looking at the two of us and smiling, his own cheeks red from shame. When Niel turned back to me, he was still giggling. Eric seemed to get the cue: Niel wasn't about to expose his family jewels while someone else in the room was closed. The tall, skinny boy therefore, stepped toward us, sliding the straps of hs coveralls over his smooth, pale brown shoulders. "I'll play, too," he said, his voice still as high pitched and childish as Niel's and mine. If it were possible, Niel seemed to blush brighter and he giggled maniacally as Eric's smooth, adorable chest was bared. The older boy just smiled at the child and peeled the denim down his body, his big cock drop- ping out half hard, brown penis head slowly slipping from his smooth foreskin. Niel was still giggling, but he was staring at Eric's gifted cock with big, saucer like eyes. I doubted he'd ever seen or imagined a penis that big and, unless he had little brothers, might never have seen another boy's penis before. Eric pulled his long, skinny legs out of the overalls and instantly jumped onto the bed as I had done, walking on all fours, his cock getting stiffer and stiffer until his erection was in full seven inch blossom. It pointed straight out toward his face beneath his body, quickly engorged and throbbing, eager to have sex with the virgin boy and me. We grinned at each other before the older boy turned to look at the bashful child before us. "Come on, Niel," Eric smiled at the naked boy. "We did it." Niel giggled a second longer, then jumped up on the bed, landing on his knees, his hands instantly letting go of his boyhood. It was still limp and the boy was still obviously embarrassed by it, but he stopped giggling and leaned over onto his hands, walking closer to us. He was trying to smile, but it was obviously difficult for him. It was an adorable little boyhood, all the prettier on his small, baby soft body and with his childish, innocent blushing and looking adorable as it dangled between his legs with his little testicles. He didn't ask about our erections, but I could tell he was looking at them whenever he could, more astonished by the size and peach fuzz on Eric's than he was by my circumcized little cock. My boyhood, afterall, looked a great deal like his. Were it not for his young foreskin, they would have looked very similar; both very pale and pink, and both completely smooth and hairless. Seeing it swinging as he walked on all fours made my own little weiner feel really nice. The teary look to his eyes was almost gone now and he was so pretty in his childish embarrassment that I felt like hugging him. The softness of his body enchanted me as did the exquisite innocence his face and little penis. A quick glance at Eric's swollen cock told me how attractive he found the little child. "Come here, Niel," he smiled comfortingly to the naked little boy, his cock sticking straight at the cieling as he stood up on his knees. The hairless boy looked pretty scared by the adoles- cent cock pulsing in front of him and he hadn't quite forgiven Eric for hurting him. A look of worry and fear quickly filled his face and he glanced nervously back for his clothes. "It's okay," I smiled, quickly rising on my own knees and walking over to the boy. "It's a game." Niel seemed no more comfortable with me and I wasn't sure how to approach him since he was on all fours like he was. Feeling very cautious and uncertain, I slipped my hand into his soft little armpit and took hold of his shoulder. "Come on," I encouraged softly. With me guiding him, the little guy nervously walked to the pillows. "Now, lay down," I suggested, almost certain that he would re- fuse. He didn't refuse, but he lay straight down on his belly, his small buttocks upward. It was a very cute bottom, particu- larly looking as well rounded and perfect as it did beneath his thin back and slender legs. I had a strong desire to reach between his legs and fondle his penis, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what to do. "Here, Niel," Eric suddenly took over, laying down beside the boy. I could feel the boy's fear and confusion as Eric's big hands took hold of his little shoulders. His body stiffened but he didn't actually struggle as the older boy rolled his small body over. Niel's pretty face was filled with near terror as Eric guided his naked body between his legs and even I stared in awe as I watched the naked child being laid right on top of Eric's mature cock. The seven inch thing must have been throb- bing right between Niel's little shoulder blades and I could imagine how warm and hard it must have felt to the little kid. Niel didn't seem at all awe struck, however. He looked scared. He looked like he was trying to sit up to keep from laying on top of it, but Eric's hands quickly held his little shoulders, started petting his immature chest. Swallowing fear- fully, the naked child was gradually soothed into relaxing and Eric's caresses held his nervous body on top of his cock. This left Niel's adorable prepubescent body fully exposed before me, his pale white skin contrasted by Eric's brown flesh. Compared to Eric, he looked even smaller and I thought he was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. Between his smooth, pale legs, his little boyhood lay innocently in the warm protection of his foreskin and his baby soft, hairless scrotum was now holding his little testicles close to his body. His little penis wasn't long enough to rest on his smooth belly, but it was laying back in such a way that it almost looked like he had an erection. "There you go," Eric soothed the boy, his lips kissing Niel's blond hair as his hands both held and rubbed up and down on his little chest and belly. Although his face still looked frightened and ashamed, I could see his muscles involuntarily relaxing and I knew what my job was. "Don't be scared," I soothed the ten year old as my hand reached down and gently petted his flat tummy. I could feel his muscles shivering uncomfortably, my fingers only inches from his bald penis. "We're going to teach you a really fun game," Eric cooed softly into the child's ear, his arms holding the boy between his legs. I could hear how heavy my lover's breath was and I knew that he was feeling a lot of pleasure just by holding the naked little child, particularly since his own erection was undoubtedly feeling the innocent life beating in Niel's body. Gazing at Eric's tender brown hands on Niel's little chest, I swallowed and let my own fingers creep lower on his baby soft tummy. Needless to say, Niel grew even more concerned when he realized I was getting closer to his virgin boyhood and he tried to sit up again but Eric just held him gently in place, instantly cooing comforts into his ear. He started whimpering helplessly as my fingers touched the smooth, hairless skin where he would one day sprout his puberty and his hands suddenly reached for his boyhood in spasmodic fear. He didn't grab hold of my hand or try to force it away; he just took hold of his penis and innocently tried to protect it. He started crying and he was panting quickly, his pretty face filled with confusion and fear. "It's okay," Eric quickly cooed, hugging the frightened boy. "It's okay..." I didn't try to pull Niel's hands away: it was his penis, afterall, and he had a right to protect it if he could. Nonethe- less, my fingertips continued petting slowly around his hairless pubic mound and my other hand started rubbing up and down on his little thigh. I hated scaring him, but I still remembered my own boyish fear the first time Eric played with me and I remembered how nice it felt once I'd given in to him. Niel would like it, too. Any boy would like it. We just needed to be gentle with him his first time. I could see his eyes widening suddenly and he looked even more scared, staring down at his hands clasped between his legs. I was confused for a moment, but I soon realized that he must be getting an erection. I could almost tell this by how awkward his hands suddenly were, as if uncertain if he should protect his penis or should stop touching it like he was. This didn't change my strategy, however. I just kept petting the lowest part of his tummy, my fingers touching his hands ocassionally. "Do you have a boner, Niel?" I heard Eric asking softly. Niel didn't answer, but he did have a look of recognition on his face. "It's okay," the older boy assured the frightened child. "It feels good." This had a noticeable effect because the fear and confusion in Niel's eyes suddenly had a profound look of curiosity, too. I could see his hands wiggling a little uncertainly, could tell he was feeling his erection, could tell he liked what he felt. We let him explore it for quite a while. While we waited, I let my hand slip down the boy's smooth thigh, feeling the warm caress of his skin against it as it pressed between his legs. He was so captivated by his boy cock that he didn't seem to even notice and I let my fingers slip along the crack of his buttocks. His skin was really soft and I was really starting to fall in love with his young body. After a couple of minutes, the very nervous and embarrassed child tried to move his hands enough so that he could look at his erection without us seeing it. He was really cute doing this, so curious about his boner that most of his fear and confusion seemed to evaporate. I couldn't see it, but the sudden smile and delight in Eric's eyes told me that he could. Nonetheless, he just kept caressing the little boy and said nothing to distract him from his virgin wonder. The older boy let this go on for three or four minutes before he finally asked, "Does it feel good?" very softly into Niel's ear. There was a momentary rush of shame in Niel's eyes when he remembered that we were still there, but it gradually faded. He didn't answer Eric, just covered his penis more completely and swallowed nervously. I could practically feel the confusion in the boy as if it were my own. He was still scared, but he was also extremely curious. He greatly enjoyed the pleasure that was already in his immature erection, but it was strange and confusing too and the confusion made him feel afraid. At the same time, there was a strong underlying level of trust in him and I knew that it was a trust he felt far more for me than for Eric. Thus, despite my intense empathy for his fear, I gently reached down and took hold of his hand. His adorable eyes shot up at mine instantly and they were filled with all his conflicting emotions. Not the least of which was trust. The soft brown eyes, glistening boyishly, were beg- ging me to be gentle with his tender boyhood and the aching love I felt in my heart for him shown through my own eyes. I gazed at his pretty face adoringly and felt his protective hold on his penis slowly easing. As gently as I could, I lifted his hands from between his legs and his ten year old erection was unveiled in all its inno- cent, hairless beauty. Although I longed to keep gazing into his eyes and filling him with my immature, supporting comfort, I was only a boy myself and I was as curious about his penis as he was. I gazed down his little chest and belly and beheld the little thing in awe and reverence. I held his hands there for a moment as I sat adoring his stiff erection. It was no bigger than mine, and no thicker; nothing more than a skinny little piece of smooth boy flesh pulsing straight out from between his young legs in confused excitement. It was still small enough that his foreskin could still cover it even as swollen as it was and I couldn't see his penis head in the slightest. Nonetheless, his penis looked so pink and pretty against his hairless pubic mound and the smooth scrotum hlding his little testicles was adorable. The skin all over his tummy, thighs and penis had the same baby soft, pale white beauty, not single silver hair showing on the soft warm flesh. After loving it with my eyes for a moment, I felt myself smiling bashfully up at him and gently lifted his arms up and lay them back against the bed. Eric's big hands slipped into the boy's underarms and I could tell that he was holding his skinny arms in such a way that he could prevent him from holding his penis again. By this time, the little boy was so enraptured of his erection and his growing love for me that he didn't even think about resisting, just lay there between Eric's legs and nervously accepted whatever I intended to do to him. Despite his acceptance, however, I was slow about actually touching his small family jewels. They were, as I said before, his own special treasure and I didn't want him to feel like I was trying to take them from him. Instead, I started petting his tummy with my fingertips again, caressing the hairless skin and feeling how soft and innocent it was. Niel watched this with continuing fear and confusion, but made no move to object, didn't move at all save for the boyish quivering of his belly. I start- ed stroking up and down on his smooth thigh again as I let my fingertips slip lower, let them pet his pubic mound again. Soon, they were feeling the smooth pink skin directly surrounding his little penis shaft and the boy did stiffen nervously as I touched him there. At the same time, I slowly let my hand slip under his testicles and very gently felt along the warm, smooth skin along the underside of his scrotum. The ten year old boy was panting as he watched me petting between his legs but he let out an astonished cry when my fingers ever so gently started feeling his little two inch penis. I glanced up and could see the childish fear in his face as he stared at it and could also see how intently and excitedly Eric was staring too. The hairless little erection was extremely hard against my fingertips and all three of us were enraptured by its excitement. The only boyhood I had ever seen that was that little and that hard was my own and it was poking up between my legs and pulsing as frantically as Niel's was. Eric, long accus- tomed to little boys and long attracted to their innocence, was no less excited and looked closer to orgasm every time Niel's little body wiggled in the slightest. If Niel's little wiener and childish body seemed tense and uncertain before, however, they grew instantly more confused when my thin, boyish lips finally moved forward and started kissing the end of his little cock. I pulled his foreskin back very gently and kept kissing the little thing as his small, pink glands started to appear. I devoured the swollen little head even as his pale foreskin slipped free from it and the little boy whimpered in confusion and wonder. It didn't take long for the frightened little boy to have his first orgasm and, if Eric had been worried about giving Mr. Howard a good show, he had nothing to worry about: Niel was so frieghtened and so astonished by the pleasure in his little penis that he squealed louder than any boy I had heard thus far. More importantly, his baby soft body squirmed and jerked so madly between Eric's smooth legs that Eric's big cock had an orgasm too and by masturbating my hairless boyhood as I sucked the little boy, all three of us were satisfied rather quickly. Eric and I were still coddling the deflowered little boy when the door burst open and Master Thorne and Mister Howard staggered in. This so astnished all three of us that we all tried to hide our limp penises in our hands. We lay there naked and cowering as the men came up to us leering at our young hormones, both of them laughing and slapping each other on the back. "You like that, boy?" Howard laughed at his embarrassed son, the naked boy trying to cuddle closer into Eric's long, protec- tive arms. "Look at him. He can't believe it!" "Hey, he just had the best in town," Thorne laughed in agree- ment. "Let me see it, boy," Howard grinned, grabbing Niel's skinny wrist and trying to pull the boy to his feet. Niel was so embar- rassed that he grabbed for Eric with his free hand and tried to hold on. This plainly angered the man and he pulled harder on the ten year old's arm until he cried out and was jerked to his feet. "I said, let me see it!" the man barked. Eric and I lay there in embarrassment and sympathy for the frightened little kid. This wasn't at all how he should be treated after experiencing his first orgasm. He stood there with his face burning so red that even his little shoulders were flushed. For a breif moment, he tried to conceal his hairless little boyhood, but he awkwardly let it go and stood there snif- fling down at the carpet. His penis still looked a little soggy but otherwise looked as sweet and innocent as any ten year old boy's would, small and precious. Otherwise, the only sign that he'd had sex was the smeared streaks of Eric's sperm drying across the boy's thin shoulders. "Was Eric's that little?" Howard asked, swaying a little as he looked down at his prepubescent son with disappointment. "He's only ten, Bob," Thorne laughed. "It'll grow, it'll grow. But... in answer to your question... No, Eric's was never that little!" Thorne loved this joke and laughed even harder making Niel blush still brighter and making Howard look even more disappointed in his little boy's tiny penis. The man suddenly turned Niel around and pushed his naked body at Eric again. "Eric has to feed him more," the man declared. "Oh, no," Thorne smiled, grabbing the boy's shoulder before he was thrown back on the bed. "I told you they could do it to him five times for ten ounces. You said you just wanted him to be broken in." Howard looked a little angry at this but decided it was better to wait. "Get your clothes on!" he ordered his son. Niel's naked little body scurried around quickly to do as he was commanded and didn't look at all relieved until he'd squirmed his little underpants back on over his immature boyhood. "I'll bring him by again tomorrow and all this week. Eric has to give him all of it. I'm not paying him to feed a Kovz Boy." "Of course not," Thorne leered. He seemed to be watching Howard's son with great interest, and I felt strangely defensive of the little guy. "Just bring the money with you." "You're a hard man, Thorne," Howard said, his face showing that he was genuinely angry with our Master. Niel was pushed out of our room before any of us could say goodbye. He was followed by his father and Thorne who closed the door behind him without thanking us in the slightest. "Why are they so mean to him?" I asked, finally asking the question I'd wondered since I'd first awakened. No one seemed to like boys and I thought they were so sweet and pretty. Eric shrugged and I felt his long arms enfolding me as I cuddled up to his thin chest. "Grown ups just like being mean to kids," he said. "It makes them feel strong." "Are you going to be mean to kids when you grow up?" He shook his head. "Me neither." We lay there for a moment and I suddenly smiled. "Still, we get to play with him tomorrow too." This made Eric laugh and we were soon up and about getting dressed in our overalls again. I don't know why, but it seemed a strange way to live, this getting dressed and undressed all the time, playing with so many boys' penises. It was fun and I liked it a lot, but it seemed strange too. I wondered if all boys lived like this. Thorne came into the kitchen as Mama served Eric and I a huge meal. I could tell that we both ate a lot more than everyone else in the family which seemed strange since they were so much bigger. Mama said that it was because we were growing. All I knew was that I felt hungry all the time. "They're not going to stop looking for that Rogers kid," Thorne said, picking at the food Mama was preparing for dinner. "Can't hardly blame them. Deserting a girl on her wedding night. That girl's thirty three years old. They ought to beat that boy black and blue." "Hmph," Thorne shrugged. "Burn him at the stake more likely. Bringing a Boylover into Tarsec Village is like destroying the whole town. We might as well have an outbreak of The Sores." Mama shook her head, plainly disbelieving the Boylover threat but just as plainly unwilling to forgive Erin for doing what he'd done. "Did the Howard boy like it?" she suddenly smiled, chang- ing the subject. Thorne shrugged. "Who can tell with boys that little." He laughed suddenly. "You should have seen him. He's even littler than Kelvin." I blushed at this, realizing that he was referring to Niel's little penis. "He's such a cute little boy," Mama smiled. "I'll bet he's popular with the girls when he grows up." "Not if his cock is that little," Thorne laughed. When Eric and I were finished eating, I followed him out into the back lawn and across it toward the stables. Thorne's threat to burn Erin at the stake filled me with all kinds of terrifying images and I couldn't get the fear out of my mind. "They're going to find out," I said, revealing my innocent terror. "No they won't," Eric said, though he didn't sound any more certain than I was. "Kovz Boys are good at covering their tracks." Once he brought up Kovz Boys, I was, of course, relinquished to silence. What could I say when I was, supposedly, a Kovz Boy myself? The idea sort of appealed to me, the idea that there were hundreds, if not thousands, of other boys in the world who were my family, people I belonged to. Not like I belonged to the Thornes, although that wasn't so bad, but really belonged to, like a family. I didn't say anything about this to Eric, know- ing, even in my immature awareness, that I could only hurt his feelings by telling him how I longed to be with my own family, but the thought gnawed on me nonetheless. "Master Eric," the stable man said as soon as we'd entered. "I thought you'd never get here." He was already sitting up on a buckboard wagon, two dark brown horses harnessed and ready to go." "What's wrong?" Eric asked. "Well, ain't they told you? Your horse... your horse's been in an accident out in the north fields. I was just gettin' ready to run out there." "What happened?" Eric asked, his eyes filled with worry. "I'll explain it to you on the way," the stable man said. "Hurry, son. We've got to go now." "Come on, Kelvin," Eric said, motioning toward me. Eric grabbed the wagon handle and quickly pulled himself up and sat down. "Come on," he said down to me again, moving over to give me a place to sit. "Yeeahh!" the stable man suddenly yelled at the horses, cracking the reigns across their backs and sending them racing out of the stables before I had a chance to jump up. "Hey, stop this wagon!" Eric yelled at the man, but the man ignored him and the young boy looked back at me, the wagon moving too fast for him to jump off. He suddenly struck out at the man and I saw him powerfully slapped across the face, just barely holding on to the wagon as it entered the trees and disappeared from view. I stood there too scared to move for long moments. Nothing in my memory could prepare me for this strange and violent turn of events. Had Eric been kidnapped by the Holy Warriors? Was somebody trying to kill him? My heart was pounding so quickly I was shivering in fear and suddenly broke from the stables and bolted for the house, eager to find Master Thorne and tell him. My short legs didn't allow me to move very quickly and I wasn't very strong. I crashed against the rear door gasping and ex- hausted, but managed to push it open and enter the kitchen. "Mama?!" I cried, eager to have the security of her presence. The kitchen looked the same as it had when we'd left, the begin- nings of dinner already cooking, vegetables and foodstuffs half prepared on the counters exactly as it had been. But the house was dead silent. Frantically, I raced through the common rooms, found every- thing exactly as it had been, but there were no people anywhere. No Mistress Thorne, no Master Thorne, no Gary Thorne. There weren't even any of the maids or valets that always seemed to be everywhere. No one. I checked the bathroom, raced up the stairs throwing doors to bedrooms open, growing more and more terrified with every moment. I cried out for Mama over and over again, screaming her name; there wasn't a soul to be found. The mansion was deserted. It occurred to me then that the Old One must have come and taken them away, all of them, and I filled with so much fear I could scarcely contain myself. Panic suddenly overcame me and I turned toward the stairs ready to bolt from the house. I screamed when I saw Erin Rogers standing only a few feet from me. "Shhh!" the boy hissed, quickly putting his hand over my mouth. I just stood there wide eyed in terror a moment, then quickly pulled his hand away. "They took everybody!" I whispered loudly. "I know," Erin said. "Something's gone wrong. We've got to get out of here." "Where's Eric?" I asked, hoping for the adult's presence. Erin grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the stairs after him. "I don't know. He came back here two days ago. He said there was someone else we had to get. When he didn't show up, I got scared and came back too." "The Old One got him," I cried. "Maybe. Now be quiet." Erin crept slowly down the curving staircase, me in gentle tow, both of us terrified. We reached the bottom of the stairs and started across the entry way. "There they are!" a voice shouted from the front room. "Both of them!" I screamed and Erin pulled me quickly to the door and threw it open. We both screamed to find another Holy Warrior blocking our exit. Erin slammed the door shut and locked it, both of us breaking toward the kitchen with the black robed men close behind us. In the kitchen, Erin bolted the door shut and we immediately heard the men pounding on it, trying to break it down. We were staring at it, wondering if it would hold when we heard the sound of breaking glass behind us. Another warrior was trying to crawl through the kitchen window. With scarcely a pause, Erin grabbed the pot of boiling water from the stove and hurled it at the man sending him reeling and screaming in pain. "Come on," he said pulling me to the back door. No man was standing in the doorway this time, but two others were quickly approaching it. We darted to the left, hoping to make it to the woods before the men caught us. The man Erin had scalded still lay rolling across the ground near us, his hands grabbing his burned face. We ran around him and it looked like we were going to make it to the trees when three more black robed figures appeared holding wooden rods pointed right at us. We pulled up short and looked back. The other two men were running toward us. "This way," Erin said, again grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the right. We ran across the soft grass as quickly as we could, but the grown men were faster. I could hear and feel them closing on us then suddenly felt a large hand grab the strap of my overalls, jerking me back so hard that my wrist slipped from Erin's and the strap broke. I was so frightened that I imme- diately started kicking and clawing at the man, blind with terror and anger. His hands tried to grab my arms, but I was flailing them at him like a mad boy, my small legs kicking at his shins, impossible to get hold of. A second man joined the first and they both started to grab for me. This was too many for me to stop. The second strap to my overalls broke and the front panel fell down as the men's hands grabbed my skinny body and wrestled me to the grass. I still kicked and squirmed, frantic for es- cape, but I could do nothing to get away. Tears pouring down my eyes, I tried to find Erin, finally found him, two men holding his twisted arms straight out at his sides, ready to break them if the boy struggled any further. They were marching him toward us, me still straining madly for escape. I felt a large fist suddenly pound against my ribs knocking the wind out of me and I coughed and fought to breathe as the two men roughly jerked me to my feet. One of them took my arm and bent it back behind me until it felt like my shoulder would pop out of its socket. I could feel his other hand slowly caressing my belly. "Stop it, James," the other man told the one who held me. "He's putting a spell on you." The man blushed when he realized he was stroking my bare skin and jerked his hand away, instantly pushing my hand up my back until I started to cry in pain. "Don't try your Kovz magic on me, boy!" the man snarled. Erin and I were tied up hog style, our arms bound to our ankles behind our backs, gags were put into our mouths and blind- folds over our eyes. I was still crying as I felt powerful hands lift my small body onto the back of a wagon, my bare chest hurt by the rough wood and splinters. The men seemed to enjoy a brief party and I could hear whoops of delight as a bottle was passed around to each of them. They spoke of having a boy burning and I wondered how much it would hurt to be burned to death. The wagon moved out at a quick pace, bouncing over the ground until I thought I was going to fall off the back. I had no idea where they were taking us and almost didn't care. I hurt and I was very sad. I wondered where Eric was and if they'd already burned him, instantly feeling tears fill my eyes despite the blindfold. Only two hours earlier we had been so happy making love to the Howard boy and now we were going to be killed. When the carriage finally stopped, I could hear more men arriving, congratulating the others and again the bottle was passed between them. "That's him alright," one of the men shouted in glee. "Even all bound up he's a right pretty thing ain't he." The men all laughed and I felt one of them slap my small butt through my overalls. "Hey let's see his pee-pee," one of the men laughed raucous- ly, quickly joined by all the others. "Let's cut it off for the Old One!" another yelled fueling their exuberance. Terror filled me at the thought of having my hairless little penis severed and I cried in fear into my gag as I felt two men grab my small arms, pulling me up to my feet, holding my skinny arms high overhead, their grips on me so pain- ful I wanted to cry even louder. All the men whooped and hol- lered as I felt large hands grabbing the front panel to my over- alls, pulling down on them. He managed it easily as I was too small and weak to fight them, and I could feel the cool air against my small chest and then thighs. His hands were almost immediately grabbing for the white, cotton underpants that cov- ered my boyhood and he managed to yank them down without much effort at all. The men all laughed at me and made jokes about my little circumcised penis, about how they knew their sons would never play with a penis that little, how surprised they were that Thorne would let his boy suck on a little thing like that. The ones holding my arms up let me go and I fell back on the wagon painfully bumping my head against it. I lay there in terror as I felt large, rough fingers caress my penis, continued to cry in fear that I would soon feel the cold steel of a razor being pressed against it. But nothing happened. My ropes were retied and I could feel a strange fasci- nation in the men touching my little boyhood, as if none of them wanted to stop fondling it. They were taking turns, I could tell, their calloused fingers petting the smooth, hairless skin. After a few minutes of teasing me, I heard the loud voices moving away from us and we lay there for a long time before they re- turned. They grabbed my small body again and carried me away. I was too scared and tired to even think of fighting. They kept talk- ing about burning me to death, laughing more and more every time the bottle was passed around. They threw my hog tied body down in the dirt and I felt large hands untying the ropes that held me. Blood returned to my hands as the last of the ropes were untied, but I was grabbed and brought to my feet before having a chance to enjoy the new freedom. I could feel my arms pulled straight out from my body and hands were again tying me, this time to something that felt like a tree trunk. Other hands grabbed the overalls and underwear from my legs and stripped me completely naked. Finally, they undid my blindfold and I was standing there facing more than two dozen drunk, grinning men in black robes. A glance to either side of me showed that I wasn't tied to a tree, but to a five foot high cross, my wrists tied to the beams. I could see Erin to my right, crying as hard as I was as the men tied his skinny arms to a second cross. "Get his clothes off, too," one of the men yelped and the others joined in. They produced a knife that was quickly used to cut away Erin's shirt while another man unsnapped his pants. All the men cheered as Erin's pants were unzipped and the poor boy's penis was exposed to view. They stripped him as naked as I was before undoing his blindfold and the cute boy stood crying hopelessly. We were both sobbing. The scene went on like this for hours, the men drinking and laughing, Erin and I crying and begging for mercy we weren't likely to get. Frequently the men threw food at our naked bod- ies, rotten tomatoes, a sweet smelling gruel, ripe fruit, raw eggs. We were covered with it, our small skinny bodies scarcely visible through all the muck. It wasn't until the sun went down that the Old One finally appeared. As the name implied, he was very old and very evil looking. He glanced over Erin and my naked bodies as if he were about to throw up all over them. Erin and I just cried. "These children are an abomination!" he thundered to the solemn but drunken men. "Imagine the things they have done to each other, to your sons, to the grace of God!" He gave a long, thundering speech about hellfire and eternal damnation, Erin and I crying helplessly but saying nothing to argue against what he was saying. We were too scared and neither of us wanted to risk having our penises cut off. A bonfire was lit in front of us and some of the men started stacking twigs and branches around our bare feet until it was obvious that they intended to burn us alive. It wasn't much after this that Master Thorne appeared with Eric. My young friend was bound and gagged as we were, but he was leaned against the back of a wagon where he could see us, and no branches were placed around him. He was also still fully clothed and none of the men jeered at him or threw things at him. "I will have your attention," the Old One spoke in a quiet yet menacing tone. All the drunken men around us bowed slowly toward him. "Who brings evidence against these two heathen?" he asked. Master Thorne stepped forward. "I do, my Lord," he said. He was dressed in the same black robes as the rest of them, a silver cross about his neck. "That child," he said pointing at me, "lured my son away from all that is natural and forced him to engage in wicked acts." The men all jeered at me and more food was thrown until I had to duck and turn my face. I wondered what I had done that was either wicked or "lured". The man had applauded me only that morning for being such a good boy and now he was saying that I did wicked things. I didn't know what he was talking about and kept crying helplessly. "And what of the other?" the Old One asked. A young man in his twenties was slowly nudged forward by the others and he came into the firelight, tears streaming down his cheeks. "My son..." the man almost sobbed. "My son was led astray by that Boylover, my Lord," he said. "I beg you, forgive his trans- gressions. He shall be a better boy from now on." The men jeered and the Old One shook his head. "He has reached his fourteenth birthday and is not wed," the evil man said. "It is too late to save him. He is one with the heathen." Erin and I both cried at this pronouncement, trying to avoid the sting of the things they continued to throw at us. We were scared and wanted only to find someone to care for us. "Daddy!" the pretty boy pleaded. "Daddy! Please!" The man just cried and turned away, hiding his face as he left the boy to his death. "Your child has transgressed with a Boylover as well, Brother Thorne," the Old One said turning on the man. Master Thorne bowed his head, almost as frightened as Erin and I. "He is but a boy, my Lord," he said. "His penis is large and needs much attention. He allowed the Boylover to use him in a desperate moment." "Yet was it not also you who first brought this wicked child to the village and allowed him to seduce your boy?" "I had not realized he was a Boylover. I was told he was merely a boy for their pleasure, my Lord. I ask you to spare me and my little boy who will one day breed dozens of sons for your glory." "Does he now renounce the Boylover?" the Old One asked. Eric was crying, but made no move to escape. In the fire- light, I could see tears running down his smooth brown cheeks. "He does, my Lord," Master Thorne replied. "Then he shall be allowed to live until his fourteenth birth- day," the Old One said. "If he should fail to wed, he shall be put to death immediately." "Yes, my Lord," Master Thorne sighed a sigh of relief. "Let us burn the evil ones!" one of the men shouted to the delight of all the others. "But what good would it do for you to burn a Guardian, my Lord," a voice said from behind us. There was a gasp from the warriors, and an evil, animal snarl from the Old One. "How dare you disturb this ceremony!" the Old One growled. "To dare is nothing," the voice said. A man walked passed us toward the bonfire and I recognized by his back that it was Eric, the man who had seen us in the Boy's Club two weeks earlier. "I should think it is you who dare in attempting to kill something you can't kill by burning two children." "You are an evil man, Eric Braun, and I shall not tolerate your insolence!" the Old One snarled. "My insolence?" Eric grinned. "It wasn't I who advocated the mass murder of thousands. It wasn't I who attempted to destroy you through violence and torture." "It was you who came here and corrupted all that was natural from the Old World. We have preserved it for His greater glory." "Preserved what?" Eric laughed. "One province and a half thousand men foolish enough to follow you? You are destined to throw away the lives of thousands of your young boys in petty wars and battles, so many that you must prostitute them to breed the armies of the next generation. Recant your heresy against Him, and stop denying the truth of Kovz!" "Kovzland is Dead!" the Old One's aging voice proclaimed. "It is only to us to burn the evil boys you have spawned!" "And shall you burn Kelvin?!" Eric laughed again, apparently enjoying the discussion as Erin and I stood naked and afraid. It was such a strange turn of events that we'd both stopped crying and stood listening in confusion. There was a moment of silence and I realized that the Old One was looking at me. I even thought there was a look of fear mixed in with his astonishment. "Oh, yes, Old One," Eric laughed. "In your foolishness you failed to consort with your wicked brethren. You managed to kill him once, but we have found him and he is again ours!" "It is not possible," the old man said softly. "Kelvin is a man." "As you can see, Samuel, he is not a man now. Search him. You must have learned enough magic to do that much." The man glared at me for a long moment and a gradual look of recognition and terror filled his face. "Destroy the Evil Ones!" he suddenly shouted in horror. The Holy Warriors seemed to swallow their drunken surprise and I could see their robes move as they all pulled out slender wooden rods and leveled them at Eric. Suddenly they all froze and stood there motionless. "Quickly now, Jonathan," Eric said, grinning as he began to grab the rods and throw them harmlessly into the woods that surrounded us. The wands Eric didn't get seemed to be ripped from the warriors hands and hurled into the woods as if by magic. Still, none of the warriors or the Old One moved to stop it. Eric kept one of the rods in his hands and pointed it at the Old One with a smile on his face. "You shall pay for your witchery!" the Old One said as all the warriors suddenly looked about in startled confusion. "On the contrary," Eric smiled. "It is you who shall pay." I could feel the knots binding me to the cross being untied and looked over at them, watching as the ropes unbound themselves and fell harmlessly to the ground. As soon as they were free, I removed my gag and rubbed my raw wrists with my hands. The men in the firelight gasped with astonishment as they saw my naked body walk away from the pile of brambles they'd meant to burn me with. I turned with them and watched as Erin's ropes untied themselves the same as mine had. "You see," Eric grinned. "You are no match for the power of Kovz." "You speak heresy!" the Old One roared. "Heresy?" Eric said. "Is it heresy for a boy to love his own kind? Is it heresy for one to love what they only naturally feel love for? No, the heresy is yours and we should never have allowed you to come to this place." "Heresy!" the Old One shouted again. "Come with me," an invisible voice whispered in my ear and an invisible hand started to tug on my wrist. "What about Eric?" I asked, wide eyed with fear. "He can take care of himself," the voice answered. "No," I whined. "I mean little Eric." "He'll be safer where he is than with us for a few months. Come on. We have to hurry." "Stop!" the Old One commanded, and I froze despite the tug- ging on my arm. "Go on," Eric laughed. "He can do nothing to you, little one." The invisible hand pulled harder on my arm and my bare feet fought to get across the rough ground, Erin's pretty, naked body following me. "You shall burn a thousand deaths," the Old One said. "And you shall be lucky if you don't burn one death right this minute," Eric said behind us. "I can't be killed by hellfire!" the Old One's voice pro- claimed. "But you can't stop two naked boys from walking out of your power!" Eric laughed loudly. The hand led me from the meadow we were in through rough woods. Branches scratched my naked body in the dark, but I hur- ried along as fast as I could manage. Soon, the branches gave way to a road which we could see only by the grace of a bright, full moon overhead. There was a covered wagon with two horses tied to it there, and the voice told me to get up on the buck- board. This was no easy feat, for the buckboard was very high for a boy my size, but invisible hands pushed my small butt up and I sat down, immediately sliding over to give room for Erin who came up right behind me. We sat there, naked and shivering, our bodies still covered with all the muck they had thrown on them, but at least we were away from the men who meant to kill us. One of the horses behind us whinnied and I turned to see it untie itself and its saddle moving as if a body were crawling up into it. A couple of feet above the saddle, Jonathan's face appeared smiling, but full of fear. "Well, we got this far," he said to us. Eric burst onto the road suddenly and ran to the wagon. He quickly pulled himself up beside me and grabbed the reigns, immediately slapping the team ahead into action. The horses broke out in a quick and rapid gallop down the road, causing Erin and my naked bodies to bounce up and down frightfully. We rode for about a half hour before Eric slowed the team and led it down a small hill. Below us in the moonlight, there was a large, deep pool with a waterfall up above it and I gradually recognized that it was the same warm springs where Eric Thorne and I had first made love two weeks earlier. "Alright," Eric grinned. "You two get down there and get cleaned off and be quick about it. Those men aren't going to stop chasing you just because we stood them off once." Nervous and afraid, Erin and I jumped down from the wagon and walked down to the water. The night air seemed frightfully cold and we walked with our arms wrapped about our skinny chests, shivering. As I had remembered, however, the water in the pool was warm and we both crawled into it with soft, boyish sighs of pleasure. We both helped each other rub the goop from our naked bodies, but we were in a hurry and were still very frightened. Neither of us got an erection and neither made any real effort to excite the other, though Erin did use the occasion to fondle my little penis and smooth underarms again. Our naked bodies, dripping wet, ran back up to the wagon getting cold again in the night air. "Crawl into the back," Eric told us, and we obediently jumped up into the back of the wagon. Soft, plush, silk pillows were laid out all across the wagon's floor, feeling so soft that Erin and I both couldn't help but giggle as our naked bodies lay down on top of them, our young penises rubbing against the ticklish fabric. The wagon started out immediately and Erin and I slowly gravitated toward each other. Our young flesh was still wet, but it felt good to feel a boy holding me again. We would have made love, but we were both tired and neither of us got an erection. After a long while of riding and holding the naked boy beside me, I fell asleep still thinking about how horrible the night had been and worrying about Eric Thorne.