Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 22:52:11 -0500 From: Jerry Subject: Arin part 1 The following story contains scenes of boys having sex with other boys and/or men, depending on what I decided on by the time I got around to writing it. ;) It is science fiction and fantasy, and as such contains things which simply don't happen in real life. If your imagination is not good, you won't enjoy it very much. As for the sex thing, if this stuff is against your personal moral codes, don't read it. If there's anything you don't understand, ask your parents or friends or whoever you think will. If you like the story, feel free to write me a letter at jerryli@systec.com. You're allowed to do anything you like with my story with the following exceptions: 1. You may not place it on a system which charges people to read it unless you request permission from me first. I have no problem giving you permission, but there will be a slight one-time fee. ;) 2. You may not post alterations to the story, or write sequels to it, without my permission. Happy reading! Chapter 1 I stared intently at my brother as he dazzled the people in the tavern, recanting our exploits in the Mydrin Wastelands. It was tremendously difficult for me to contain my laughter... the three orcs we had faced at the Uldin Point turned into thirty, the loss of our favorite gourmet mead turned into a great time of famine and starvation for our party, and the entirity of the horde we'd found, a mere two hundred gold pieces, was but a "small fraction" of the large, bountiful treasure we were carrying home... which, by the way, was taken from us by a large Red Dragon who "barely escaped with it". Of course, it was my job as he told this tale to wander the crowd and pilfer whatever I could get a good grip on. One burly drunk had a nice pouch hanging from his belt, and he barely noticed when I slipped it off of him. I also picked up a backpack that was at the side of a table. The dwarves sitting at the table were completely engrossed in the tale, and paid no notice. Only my third attempt, the acquisition of a jewel-encrusted battle axe, brought down any suspicion on me. I underestimated the owner because it was a woman - a mistake I should not have readily made. She saw me coming while I was still twenty feet away from her table. I think she watched me through her peripheral vision, because it seemed to me that her eyes never left my brother. I moved to within five feet of my prize... the gemstone on the end alone had to be worth a full month's stay at the inn up the road. It was a sparkly, purple amethyst gem... it glittered even in the low light of the tavern. She was crafty, this woman. She waited for me to place my hand on the axe itself. She was facing the completely opposite direction... she shouldn't, by any means, have been able to see me. Only after she had flung me around and the handle of the axe was pressed against my throat did I notice that the shield leaning on the table against her had been made of freshly polished chrome... easily displaying my reflection to her. I tried to cry out, but she had the axe pressed tightly against my throat. She pulled me roughly to my feet and held me back against her breasts, still choking hard. I thought that a fullscale barfight would be imminent, but as it turned out no one had noticed our struggle... the tavern crowd was fixed on my brother. For a brief moment, his eyes met my captor's. I looked at his eyes, then hers, then his again. The communication between them was subtle, but obvious. He continued with his story as if nothing was happening. If he didn't, I would die. "Stay quiet", she whispered to me in an eerily deep voice, "or I'll press the BLADE of this axe against your throat." She led me through an alcove on the side that led to another room in the tavern. She kicked the floor beneath her twice. Suddenly a trapdoor opened up and a young man poked his head up. She wordlessly passed me down to him and then climbed down the rungs herself. As soon as we were down, I became restless. "Unhand me!", I demanded. The woman turned to me and pressed a finger against my forehead. "You're in no position to make demands, boy" she sneered. "Whatever you want for me, my brother will pay it, I swear." Her only response to my offer was a derisive laugh. "What's your name, boy?" "Arin", I replied, not really seeing any harm in telling her. She flashed a wicked smile at me and looked down at her axe... the one I had tried to take moments earlier. "You like my axe, Arin? You still want it?" I shook my head violently, and she laughed again. "I'm Dejana. The man here is Tarus. We're rather pleased you could join us." With no further explination, they led me through the catacombs under the city. Large rats scurried across my leather shoes, their clawed feet pressing through the soft outer material and touching my toes. There were many twists and turns, and they were smart enough to cover my eyes and carry me from time to time. Under ordinary circumstances I could find my way back through just about any maze, but their efforts made it doubtful. "Where are you taking me?", I asked, trying to sound unafraid. "You can relax, thief. You're safe. And if I'm right about you, and you're better at what you do then you were in that tavern, then you're going to help me become very rich." That did make me relax, because once I recognized the greed in her voice, I knew she wasn't going to kill me. And also because she had mistaken me for a common thief, and I was much, MUCH more then that. Chapter 2 We surfaced in a small cabin. The windowshade was drawn so I couldn't see outside, but I could hear a subtle combination of things that told me we were still in town, though not in it's bustling community areas... this was likely a residential district. "We've got him", Dejana declared as she came up. Sitting on the bed in the room were two people, an adult and a child about my age. The adult was a thin elf with bleach-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the back. His eyes were a light purple shade, which always somewhat disturbed me since human eyes were never that color. He was dressed in a fine green cote and brown trousers. I don't have much experience with elves, but most seem to like those colors. The elf was interesting enough, but it was the human child who really caught my attention. He was about twelve, as I was, and he looked as though he might actually be an inch or two shorter standing up. He had sparkly, dirty blonde hair that glistened where the candlelight hit it, and deep blue eyes that seemed to look past my body and into my very soul. A light dusting of freckles streamlined his face, just like mine. He wore a white tunic with a "V" indentation, which showed off the upper part of his boyish chest. It looked even more enticing with the holy symbol of Aphrodite touching his bare skin... he obviously worshipped the love goddess, and that made for possibilities. Next to the symbol was a tiny birthmark, barely visible in the low light, but very attractive. He wore a pair of blue britches that were both flexible and rather form fitting. His shoes were over in the corner, and his bare feet looked soft and adorable. I looked up into his eyes and noticed that he was giving me the same tentative evaluation... our eyes locked and he smiled. I guess we must have been staring a little too long. "Cedra, do you know this boy?" Dejana inquired. He blushed a bit, but just smiled. "I thought I did for a moment, but no." The elf raised an eyebrow at this... I guess from his vantage point he witnessed our glances a little bit more then Dejana and Tarus did. Tarus shrugged. "Well, we're all here. Let's layout the plan quickly, so we can be on our way." With that, the group (I was already starting to think of the five of us as a group) followed Tarus into a small room in the back of the cabin. I waited for Cedra to get up and walk towards me. In a low whisper I asked him, "What plan is he talking about?" He just smiled awkwardly at me. "Don't worry", he replied. "You'll catch on pretty quickly." We gathered around a small table in the center of the room, and Cedra brought a candle over to it. On the table was a map made out of parchment, badly damaged but still partially readable. It was designed in a layered shape, apparently the floor plans to a castle or keep. "This", Dejana said, leaning in close, "is the entry point to the keep. There is an underground sewage tunnel which we can exploit, leading from an exit point in the Syrilize River to right underneath the galley. Cedra, it may be a large portion underwater before it comes up to the breathable air, so we'll need your skills to get us in." Cedra nodded. "There will be two guards in the hallway outside the galley. They'll have to be dispatched quickly, before they can sound an alarm. Tarus and I can handle that, I think. Once we make it up the stairs, if we time it right, the second level will be virtually unguarded. We may run into a nobleman or two at the most, easy enough to kill. The third level is our objective... this room here." She pointed to the appropriate spot on the map. I noticed that part of that floor was in the unreadable area. "The door is heavily locked and booby trapped. This is where your skills come in, Arin. You have to open the door without tripping anything that will hurt us or alert the guards to our presence." I nodded, though I had never agreed to help them. I didn't think I had much choice... and, of course, Cedra interested me, and this was the way to stay close to him. "There will be treasure in there, which everyone is welcome to take whatever they can carry without weighing themselves down. But our main objective will be the box in the center of the room. It's magically sealed, so Rath, that's where you come in." The elf nodded. "What's in the box?", I asked curiously. "Not our concern", Dejana said tentatively. "Our concern is that our employer will pay handsomely for it." I nodded and smiled. See, I knew that Dejana wasn't telling the truth. She had brought Rath was along to open the box. If she didn't already know what was in it, then she was just as curious as I was becoming to find out. "Tarus and I get half of the payment for this thing... the rest of you can split the other half any way that you choose." No one objected, though Rath was obviously not happy about it. "We have another two weeks' journey ahead of us, and we've accomplished our mission in this town", she added, clapping me on the back. "Let's move out for Tiarna." Chapter 3 I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a pretty attractive boy, standing about 4'10" with my sandy red hair shining and my hazel eyes sparkling against the light of the candle. The freckles on my cheeks were a dusty light red, almost unnoticable, but the ones on my nose made me look like something of a badger. Standing shirtless, I noticed the freckles across my shoulders and chest were darker still, almost bordering on brownish. My skin was smooth and hairless, just the way I liked it. My boyish nipples were a soft, smooth pink, so small that they were almost invisible. I touched one and then moved my finger slowly down the smooth skin of my stomach, finally resting my forefinger on my "outie" belly button. I heard a boyish giggle behind me, and turned around to look. Cedra was standing behind me, shirtless as I was. The holy symbol glittered brightly, now fully exposed to the candlelight. His chest was also smooth and hairless, bare even of the salty dusting of freckles that crossed mine. His nipples seemed a slightly darker pink then mine were, but they were firmer and larger. His belly button was an "innie". We had a lot of similarities, Cedra and I, but we also had our unique characteristics. Which is exactly what Rath had come in to destroy, at least temporarily. I had prepared by making a small chant before he came in... I knew now that he was a mage, and I didn't want him to detect my magic-using capability. The party still thought I was just a thief, and although I knew I wasn't in any danger, I felt it best to have a trump card in case that changed. I stood in front of the mirror and prepared for the changes. Rath began chanting a series of words and phrases that meant nothing to Cedra... he probably recognized the spellcasting tone, but not the exact nature of the spell. I, on the other hand, recognized each stream and it's purpose... the chant that put him in touch with the inner powers of the earth, the ritual that allowed them to flow through him, and the unique phrases that produced the effects that Rath desired. He placed his hands on Cedra's shoulders and softly caressed the smooth, sweet skin. He moved his hands down Cedra's chest to his nipples and took each one in his hand, circling the texture of each. Cedra's eyes were locked on mine in the mirror and he was smiling with boyish pleasure, obviously enjoying the attention that his young body was getting. Rath moved up from his nipples to his boy chest, moving underneath the holy symbol and touching the bare skin. I was amazed at how much of Cedra's pattern he could absorb at one time...he was obviously a more skilled mage then I was. Not that I expected anything less, since he had probably spent a great deal of his life in the pursuit of magic, while I had divided my studies between that and thievry. But finally, he had absorbed as much as he could, or else he just didn't want to strain himself, for he removed his hands from Cedra and came over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and caressed the skin as he did Cedra's...I felt the same pleasure that Cedra had, having this elf's warm hands touching me. But I also felt a tingle, as Rath's magic began to work it's wonders. I watched in the mirror as the freckles dusting my shoulders and chest disappeared, replaced by a copy of Cedra's bare pink skin. I watched as my nipples became larger, darker, and the birthmark appeared on my chest in the same spot as Cedra's. Rath then moved back to Cedra and repeated the process until every part of me from the waist up looked exactly like Cedra... the coolest effect was watching my beautiful, sandy red hair turn dirty blonde in patches as Rath ran his hands through it. "Now", Rath said, "for the final touch." Without warning, he undid the straps on my britches and lowered them and my drawers down, revealing my smooth, hairless erection. It was about three inches, circumcised, with the little pink head sticking out at attention. My ball sac hung exposed underneath, small and wrinkly. I looked to Cedra in embarassment, and saw that his eyes were wide and focused completely on my young member. I was hoping Rath would continue copying Cedra onto me... meaning I would get to see his boyhood as well. But instead, he chanted an additional phrase that I didn't recognize, and then slowly brought his hands down and caressed my small erection. Instantly a layer of foreskin appeared over my throbbing cock, making it look as it would have if my skin had not been cut all those years ago. I knew it was just an illusion, like everything else... that in reality my penis was still cut and drafty in the room's stale air... but it looked so real that for a moment, I had the urge to run my finger across my new skin. But, of course, my touch would break the illusion. I couldn't touch my face, chest, or penis for the next three days, until the illusion wore off naturally. So it was Rath who pulled my pants up... and Cedra who combed my hair into style like his was. And then they both helped me get into one of Cedra's tunics. I looked into the mirror again, and it was Cedra's face that stared back at me. No one in this town would recognize me now, not even my brother. "So", I asked Cedra, in a sly tone of voice, "I guess you're not circumcised?" Cedra blushed, but Rath answered for him. "No, he is. The story is going to be that he was circumcised and you weren't, so that if you two devil twins tried to be deceptive on who you were, we would have at least one way of telling you apart. This way, if anyone does suspect you're with us, they'll probably perform the more extensive checks on the REAL Cedra, who of course will pass all of them because he really isn't you." I nodded, impressed. The plan was quite good. And I wouldn't be altogether embarassed if someone searched me down there, since it wouldn't really be my penis that they saw. And unlike most precautions, this contingency turned out to be quite justified. My brother and some town guardsmen stopped us on our way out of town. Dejana whispered something to me about not making a peep or she'd kill me, but the threat wasn't necessary... I could always find my brother again, and I wasn't going to leave without getting to know Cedra or what was in the box we were going after. We passed my brother's inspections, and I was rather disappointed that he didn't check to see if we were circumcised or not. I was hoping he'd check Cedra, of course, not me. That out of the way, we started down the path to Tiarna. Chapter 4 A passing guard patrol stopped us again about three hours later. They were also searching for me, which I found quite flattering. Again, the glamour hid my true identity, and I was passed off as a twin brother. I tapped Cedra on the shoulder for the seventeenth time. "I have an itch on my cheek", I whined. Cedra groaned. "Geez, man, you..." He itched my face for me for a good twenty seconds, and I smiled, enjoying his touch. After awhile, he smiled as well. "There", he said, in mock annoyance, "does it feel better now?" "Much", I said, satisfied for the moment. "Thank you." Rath and Tarus giggled a bit at us. "Okay", Dejana said, "we've followed the trail long enough. If we're going to make it quickly and discreetly, we're going through the forest. Everyone ready?" We all affirmed our eagerness to get out on the trail, and we split off into the woods. Dejana led the party; Cedra and I held the flanks on either end, with Rath close behind us. Tarus took up the rear, watching our backs. Instantly we went from a small band of travellers to an efficient, expert military force. And in this forest, it was a necessity. For one, there were the natural dangers of the forest... the bears, wolves, jackals and boars that lived and hunted in this section of the wilderness. Also, there was at least one known Orcish village in the area. Add to that the thieves and assassins from either city that might be using the wilderness as a hideout, and a group finds themselves with a very perilous journey. We moved out cautiously, weapons at our side and ready for anything. Every time a rabbit rattled the bushes or an insect let by a buzz close to us, we jumped and drew weapons. By the time night fell, I was hungry, dirty, and in desperate need to pee. We set up camp for the first night in a small clearing in the woods. Rath and Tarus had a large blue tent made of fine linen, which Tarus had been carrying on his back. Dejana set herself up under a large birch tree with a hammock and linen overhanging. Cedra and I had a small tent designed for one adult - it would probably be a bit cramped on us. Once our tents were pitched, we started a fire in the center of our site and Rath cooked us all some venison. I decided against water, at least not on the first night of the journey. Besides, what little Ale I had left made the meat taste more tender and springy. "So Arin", Tarus exclaimed as I was gobbling down one of the larger pieces, "Are you surviving Rath's cooking?" I smiled, partially because his comment was funny, but mostly because he wasnm't looking in my direction. He was looking at the real Cedra, all the while thinking that he was addressing me. Obviously Rath's spell was even better then his cooking. "Yes", I replied, enjoying the suprise in his face as he turned his gaze from Cedra to me, "my brother may be a great swordsman, but he could never make a rabbit taste as good as this, even on his best day." Dejana smiled coyly at Tarus. "Perhaps we should make them walk around naked so that you can tell them apart." She winked at Cedra, who blushed and turned intently to stare down at his food. "Aye", Tarus replied, "Rath's shinagerry works just as well as it did at the Battle of Okrigge." He turned to Cedra and I. "You should have been there!", he exclaimed, reflecting on the memories with pride and admiration. "We'd been flanked by a lousy Half-Ogre and his bugbear patrol, and I took a nasty arrow right here in my leg." He held up his leg and showed us the scar. It was gruesome - a puncture hole scar about an inch under his kneecap. "Rath created an illusion, but he was working quickly and in a panic." Dejana began laughing hysterically, and even Rath himself was cracking a wry smile. "So?", Cedra asked impatiently. "What happened?" Rath finished the story. "What they saw was a herd of animals stampeding towards them." "So what's funny about that?", I demanded. "Well... I was going for a large two-headed dragon, but I messed up the incantation and wound up with, well..." He blushed heavily and began chuckling. About two seconds before Cedra and I would have jumped up and shaken him from the suspense, he finished "...with a herd of giant, two-headed penguins." Cedra and I laughed at the interesting visual images that conjured up, and I felt the tingle in my groin grow to frantic levels. I got up quickly, bringing my knees together and back again in frantic motion to keep from wetting my pants. "I've gotta pee terribly. Be right back." With that I started to head out of camp. "Wait!", Rath cried, suddenly serious again. "What?", I said, turning around. He answered, and my mouth gaped open in shock. Chapter 5 It was both humiliating and exciting. I stood there in the cold night air, holding in frantically as Cedra reached around my waist and undid the straps holding my britches on. "Come on, hurry up", I implored. "I'm going to wet myself." See, I was still under the effect of Rath's glamour. And there were still any number of patrols out here on the town's edge, so I would need to keep the glamour for the full three days. I couldn't touch any part of myself affected by the spell. Cedra was going to have to. I had longed for this boy's touch since the moment we met. He was fascinating to me. Never before had I known such purity, such light-heartedness.... I certainly would never have found such a precious soul in my brother's company. And yet here, without warning, fate had struck. A long awaited moment was coming to pass. And that moment arrived, as he lowered my drawers to my knees and wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my hairless penis. Instantly I felt a wave of pleasure pass through my body, and the tingle between my legs began to change, to become more of an arousal. I released my bladder immediately, before the valve in my system prevented me from urinating and switched to the path where my prepubescent body would one day begin passing large quantities of sperm to go with my orgasms. For an awkward moment, there was silence between us. I could feel Cedra's warm breath on the back of my neck. I looked down and saw his hand. The object it was wrapped around looked foreign and unfamiliar to me, a strange penis with a thick layer of foreskin covering the head. But that was just a glamour - in reality he was really touching my circumcized member. "Heh", Cedra laughed nervously. He began playfully aiming my stream of piss to and fro, trying to hit random bugs in the forest. His slow sweeping motion aroused me even more, until he was holding my full erection in his hand. The last of my urine drained painfully from my hard-on as Cedra aimed it downward. I looked back over my shoulder at him... his dirty blonde hair glistening in the moonlight. His beautiful, soft blue eyes staring into mine. His smooth, soft lips upturned in a mischevous smile, yet already turning down into a somber expression as he came to realize the intensity of the moment between us. In barely a whisper he mumbled, "Are you done?" I nodded solemnly. He shook my penis to remove the last of my urine. I braced for the moment when he would let go, and I would feel the sudden twinge of loneliness at the loss of contact... but his hand lingered on my erection. Ever so slowly, ever so gently, he began to massage and caress it. Then I knew. There really was a connection between us, a bond that joined our hearts together. He wanted the same thing that I did, and there would be no denying us. I arched my head closer, eager for the moment to pass... He leaned forward... I leaned backward... Fate stepped in... And that was when the first Orc spotted us in the distance.