Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 08:48:03 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 04/14 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on January 20th, 2003 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- FOUR - Austin and Isidro's adventure The mercenaries were in the abbey for three days. At times they swapped boys or young monks that they chose for their "service". Some of them had asked Neil to make an exchange, but the mercenary always refused to give Augustin to one of his mates. The captain stopped fucking the abbot and didn't take anybody else in his place. He was not interested in men or boys. The monks had gathered in the Chapter and had "advised" the abbot and Brother Carlos to leave the abbey as soon as the mercenaries left it - the first one was not worthy to be an abbot and, neither of them, to wear the frock... The captain sneered thinking of the mess they unwittingly caused in that "respectable" abbey. Augustin, in bed, was increasingly skilled and natural, and was participating with growing pleasure to Neil's sexual requests. He was also careful and ready so that the man didn't miss anything, serving him for any small thing with diligence. "Augustin..." the mercenary said to him after they had made love for the umpteenth time, "Do you know that just thinking of you I get horny?" "You have the same effect on me, se–or..." the boy answered, lightly blushing. "It's enough for you to touch me, or look at me in that certain way that... that I desire nothing but being totally yours. You bewitched me." "Bewitched? Such things don't exist..." "I know, it's only an idiomatic expression. But you... you are making a man of me... also because you don't treat me like a girl, as some of your comrades do with my companions." "You aren't a girl, or else I wouldn't like you. I like you exactly because you are a boy from head to toe." Neil laughed. "Well, I don't feel like a girl, not even when you... when you fuck me." Neil smiled at the hesitation that the boy still had using such terms - and also how he wanted to use them anyway. "And... do you like it when I put my cock in your ass?" "What a question you are asking me, se–or! You know that I am enjoying it more and more, I think." the novice answered blushing lightly, but looking straight in the eye with pride. Neil liked both the blushing and the pride the boy showed. Augustin was really a special boy, in his mix of candid naivety and natural open-mindedness, besides his remarkable beauty. And even though he fully served the mercenary, he was never servile. That boy would become a real man, Neil thought with some satisfaction. For the first time he felt he would regret having to lose him at any moment, that is as soon as they received the order to move and abandon that place of rest... and of pleasure. But such is the life of a mercenary - he never has a place where he can put roots. As well as never knowing how long his life can last, doing that job. This is why they all were living day to day, quickly forgetting the past and never thinking about tomorrow. Joe didn't return to Neil again about the subject of his desires and his sexuality and, at least apparently, was as bold a fellow as usual. Augustin's voice shook him from his thoughts, "May I do something else for you, se–or?" "No... If you feel like it go for a walk, but stay within sound of my voice, in case I need you." "Can't I stay here with you?" "As you like..." "I don't like how some of your comrades look at me." "How do they look at you?" Neil asked, curious. "You know it well... they would like to... to fuck me also." "And what would be the difference?" Neil insisted. "As I told you, se–or, you treat me like a boy and not like a... like a... a whore." Neil studied him for a long time, in silence, and Augustin didn't lower his eyes not even a moment, sustaining the look of the man without challenging him but without even giving the impression he feared him. "You trust me, boy." the mercenary commented. "You still haven't given me a reason not to trust you." "In spite of the fact that I chose you only for my pleasure?" "I already told you that I too..." "But when I chose you, I didn't know it, and I didn't care at all about it. Even if you didn't want to, you would have had to submit to my desires. I wanted to fuck you and, whether you liked it or not, I would have fucked you if you weren't chosen by one of my mates before my turn came." "The sun raises and sets, could I want it or not." "Are you a fatalist, boy?" "No. But I soon learned that it is useless to oppose that which is totally outside our power to change. Fighting for something one can get has a sense. Fighting for something one surely cannot get is a... is nonsense." "And you? Are you a fighter?" "Within the limits of my strength and of the possible, I think I am... even though life didn't yet put me in need of such choices." "I am a fighter. And I learned to take from the life all that I can manage to snatch. All and at once. The reason is always on the side of the strongest one, therefore I spent all my years trying to become stronger and stronger... and I don't refer only to the body." "There are two kinds of strength, se–or..." "I know just one kind." "Two. That of the pillar that resists until it breaks under a force bigger than its own, and that of the rush that bends, but then stands up straight and stronger than before." "And I am the pillar and you the rush?" the mercenary asked, amused. "Quien sabe? Who knows? Possibly yes, se–or. Life will tell us." "You are an odd boy, you, Augustin." "I feel I am rather normal, not odd at all, se–or..." "Do you like being a friar?" the mercenary suddenly asked him. "More than being a campesi–o, a peasant... I like studying, as I told you." "Even now that you tasted the pleasures of the flesh, as you church people call it?" "Sex cannot become a job..." the boy hesitantly answered. "Why not? Of course it can. The whores make sex their trade, the oldest job of the world." The novice knit his forehead a little, as Neil learned to understand that the boy did when he was intensely reflecting on a subject. He then looked again in his eyes and said, "I don't think that what you say is correct. Either the woman likes doing it, so then the money is just something added to it, as there is somebody ready to give it out; or she doesn't like doing it, and this means that she is forced by other people, or by other problems, possibly only by destitution, by the need to avoid starvation, or by the beating of her pimp." "What do you know about whores, boy?" the man asked him, amused. "What I read in books hidden from the fathers... I never talked with one of these women... at least I think." "You and your books! And what did you read about the love or the sex between males?" "Nothing, although I searched for this subject. But some books are kept under key and only one who is authorized can read them." "Possibly there is nothing written about us faggots in the books." "I doubt it... I am almost sure that, if I could search freely, I would find something. It seems that man writes about everything." "And the books, in your opinion, always tell the truth?" "Oh no, as they are written by the men. They also tell falsehoods, exactly as man at times does." "But don't they say that the Bible is the word of God? So, then, at least the Bible should always tell the truth, if it was really God who wrote it." "Do you know, se–or, I often asked myself this. But, you see, at times I think that... well, I can tell you, you aren't Father Salvador, you... at times I had doubts about it. Because if it really was the word of the Eternal Father... he would have been a really awkward writer. Too many contradictions, too many parts that are not clear, too many different interpretations..." "Hey, an unreligious monk!" the mercenary amusedly noted. "I am just a novice, not yet a monk. Someday I will possibly understand things that now I am not able to or cannot understand." "Or possibly, on the contrary, they will have done you such a brain-washing that you will no more able to reason with your head." "If it were so... I hope that this day never comes." the boy determinedly answered back. Yes, Neil liked that boy more and more. He said him, "Well, then let's say that you are a free-thinker novice...Ó "If God gave us a brain, he gave it to us in order that we use it!" the boy asserted. "I agree with you perfectly, and say as well, if he gave us a cock, he gave it to us in order for us to use it. Therefore, when you friars take the vow of chastity, you do something that I cannot understand." Augustin looked at him slightly perplexed for that remark that he was obviously not expecting. Then, hesitating, he said, "A man can renounce something for something superior." "Yes, all right. But... to what? To breathe, to eat? He would die, and where is the superior good?" "But one doesn't die if he doesn't use his cock." "Try not to piss!" the mercenary laughed, and he noticed that this time the boy didn't hesitate using that word anymore. "You know very well, se–or, what I was referring to..." the boy said with a light smile, then added, "The cock is also used to sire children, and you, for what I know, renounced the use of it for this purpose, as making children isn't part of your... life style, so to say." "But it serves also to enjoy and give pleasure, and I use it in this sense... and also do it well, I think. You know something about it, at this point. Is there something wrong in enjoyment? And then, if we had it only to piss and to make children... would we have to make children one after the other like mice do?" "Of course not. And something being wrong about enjoyment... I don't think there is... Eating is essential, appreciating what one eats is possibly not essential... but I really don't think there is anything wrong." Neil was not used to thinking but rather to acting, but this confrontation with the boy gave him pleasure, stimulated him. Augustin was slowly but relentlessly becoming for him something more than a beautiful boy (and how beautiful!), more than just a boy to fuck... The captain had gathered all his men to tell them that he received the alert signal - it seemed that a column of rebels had been sighted and would need to be intercepted and neutralized. Soon he would get more precise information and they would have to leave for their new destination. Everybody therefore had to be ready and in condition to leave the abbey with a warning of less than fifteen minutes. Everybody was excited - they were all men of action and while they were thankful that this stop at the monastery was good for the food and the possibility, for those who wanted it, of a relief of their sexual tension, it was on the other hand, not good for their personalities. Only Neil, for the first time, had a reaction different from his companions - this meant that the moment when he had to part from the young novice was now at the door, and it didn't give him pleasure at all. Back in his room, helped by the boy, he gathered and tidied up all his belongings. Both were silent, immersed in their thoughts. When he finished packing his luggage, Neil took the boy and led him to the bed. "The departure order can come in any moment. And before it comes, I want to have a last fuck with you." Augustin readily took off his frock, while the man took off his combat dress. They lay on the bed, their naked bodies together as Neil with his strong body covered that of the boy. Brushing him with his erection, he deeply kissed him for some time, then said, almost in a whisper, "I will miss you, boy..." "I too will miss you, se–or... You will find other boys in the villages..." "You too, here, now that you know that there are some willing to do it will surely find some friars ready to take you in their beds, won't you?" the man said him with a cunning smile, caressing between the novice's legs his beautiful pole already erect and hard. Augustin didn't answer. He slipped a little under the mercenary's body until he reached the man's nipples with his lips and started to suck and gently bite them. He then stopped shortly and asked, in a low voice, "Take me, se–or, and try not to come too soon... if you can. Take me..." Neil at once prepared the boy, put on a condom, knelt between the boy's legs putting them on his powerful shoulders and aimed with his rod between the firm buttocks of the boy. Looking in his eyes, asked him, "Do you want it? Do you want it entirely inside you, Augustin?" "I want you, se–or, not only your cock... Take me!" he murmured. The man started his determined pushing and the boy readily opened under him, letting out a light sigh while he was receiving the man inside him. Neil slipped slowly inside him, savouring the strong sensation of the total devotion of that wonderful boy. "I want you, not only your cock", the beautiful boy said, and this hit the man who, while starting to move back and forth in the tight and warm deepness of the novice, brooded over these words. ÒI want you...Ó He hugged him tightly and while going on to hammer inside him with his firm flesh mace, he thought that yes, he would have liked to give himself totally to the boy, and not just a moment of localized pleasure... but life would soon part them forever. "Let's at least enjoy this which will possibly be our last occasion..." the man thought, but didn't utter a word. He looked in the bright eyes of the boy, his smile tinged with an indefinable sweetness, and glided his big and strong hands, used to the most rude works, on the beautiful body of the boy, with gentle caresses full of tenderness. He enjoyed feeling the boy shudder under him, seized by a growing pleasure. ÒTry not to come too soon, and take me,Ó the boy had asked and... ÒI want you, not only your cock...Ó Yes, he would try to make him content, to give him this last gift. After all, the boy really deserved it... While with increasing vigour he was moving inside him, the man thought with a point of absurd jealousy of one of the monks there in his place, fucking the beautiful novice. Among all the monks there he didn't see any who seemed to him to be man enough to give the boy what he deserved to get, none man enough... After all that had gone on, he was despising that pack of monks, as fearful as rabbits, false and puritanical men... None were worthy to have with him such a precious pearl like that beautiful novice... None really worthy to fuck the sweet and strong Augustin... Yes, he had to give him the maximum, in that last fuck, he owed it to him. Augustin, on his side, at times caressed, at times clawed but without hurting him, the wide back of the mercenary bending on him to give him pleasure and moving so as to give to Neil the utmost pleasure. He could feel Neil slip inside him with virile vigour, he could see his muscles dart with each push, he spied on the handsome face of the strong man the blooming and the changing of his emotions and he felt almost proud that it was he who was able to give such pleasure to the man. As the novice hoped and asked, the ride lasted longer than the previous times. At times, they changed their positions, but always going on to be tight one against the other, giving each other mutual pleasure. Both the man and the boy felt emotions stronger than ever before. Possibly for the first time both felt, in a still confused way, that what they were doing on that bed was much more than simple sex. A thousand words were crowding on the lips of the beautiful boy, but none of them succeeded in surfacing, silent so as not to spoil the beauty of that moment. A thousand thoughts were crowding in the brain of the man, but nobody could have found words suited to express them... Neil went on taking him, alternating without a set pattern - there were moments of taking with youthful impetuosity and energy, and other times with unusual tenderness and gentleness, at times letting himself go to a vigorous gallop, and then abandoning himself to a calm, deep and solemn back and forth... Augustin was enjoying all these moments, instinctively busying himself responding to give to Neil the best of him, to give the man what he could desire and even more. Somebody knocked at the door and both became still for a moment. Augustin's eyes asked Neil a silent question. "Shush..." the man whispered in a barely perceptible voice, "he will go away..." "But if he comes in..." the boy worried objected. "I locked it with the key." "But if it's the departure order?" the boy insisted, "No, they wouldn't come and knock. Shut up, and don't worry..." the mercenary whispered and resumed to move with renewed vigour in the warm and tight deepness of the boy, kissing and caressing him. Soon both of them excluded from their world that unforeseen interruption. They didn't care for the renewed knocking, for the door knob turning in the attempt to open it, for the light noise of footsteps that were going away along the corridor. And they didn't see Isidro's head peeping in from a corner of the window, looking at them for a moment, blushing and disappearing without raising the least noise. And finally, almost in a tacit agreement, they both let themselves go and reached, almost at the same moment, the peak of enjoyment. While they were relaxing, looking and smiling at each other, satisfied with each other, the tearing sound of a whistle dissolved the softened quiet of the room. Both, instinctively, stiffened. Neil sat up on the bed. "I have to go, this is the signal." he said in a low voice. Augustin also sat up and getting up echoed, "The se–or has to go..." Soon Neil was totally dressed. For the first time in these three days Augustin again wore underpants under his frock, and the worn out trousers and old T-shirt. While the mercenary was loading his weapons and luggage on his shoulders he said to him, "Take care of yourself, Augustin..." "May God accompany you, se–or Neil." "I think that your god, if he really exists, would not be so happy with me." "I think that my God, who really exists, cannot but take care of you. I will pray for you, se–or." "I will think of you, boy." the man said and quickly left the room. From the moment when the whistle interrupted their blessed quiet, only five minutes had elapsed. Augustin also left the room and went to the square in front of the church. The mercenaries, at its center, were gathering and making a formation. On a side, under the porches at the right, were gathered the monks and the friars. Under the other porch, at the left, there were the postulants and the novices. The captain talked shortly to his men who then, in order and readily, went on to their vehicles. Meanwhile Isidro had silently drawn close to Augustin and, pulling his sleeve, made him move apart. "I want to go with them..." he whispered as they were far enough from the others. "Won't you too come?" Augustin looked at him, surprised, "For sure they don't want us... and I don't want to become a mercenary." "Joe said the possibly... that perhaps... we can go on giving them our services... cook and do the laundry for them..." "Joe told you to go?" "No, not really. He said that their captain doesn't want strangers with them..." "So, then?" Augustin asked, but he thought that he too would have liked to go, and that anyway, he didn't intend to remain at the abbey any longer... but where could he go? "Asking them, doesn't cost us anything..." "And if they say no... in front of the fathers... we should go away from here anyway. Did you think of this?" For a moment Isidro looked at him with a lost expression - it was clear that he didn't really think about it! But then with a determined air, said, "I will go away!" "And do what?" Augustin asked, who had in his heart already decided to leave the abbey. "Who knows? I will possibly go back to my village and resume working as a campesi–o..." "And die of starvation. You, at least, have a family... I don't..." "You can come with me... Or we can go to a town... Possibly to Neiva... or even to Bogot‡..." The vehicles started to move and the first one already went off past the great demolished gate, Augustin looked towards the truck where he saw Neil go and saw that the man, sitting on the back of it, was staring at him... Neither of them did the least farewell gesture, and neither of them turned their eyes away until the column disappeared on the dirty road. "Let's go!" then Augustin said in a determined tone and, raising his frock, the two boys took off running and going out of the abbey, in the cloud of dust raised by the mercenaries' column. "Isidro! Augustin!" the voice of the prefect reach them, loud, strong, and severe. Impetuously, the two boys were already on the road and ran in the direction where the column of vehicles was going, heedless of everything and everybody. They had boldly, and possibly recklessly, passed their Rubicon, their point of no return. They ran with all the breath they had, but after several minutes they stopped, dusty and panting. While they were beating off the dust from their frocks, the two boys looked at each other. "We will never reach them!" Isidro said. "Sooner or later they will stop. And then... I don't even know if there is any sense in reaching them." "Wouldn't you like being with your Neil again?" Isidro asked him with a cunning smile. "He wasn't mine..." "Right, it was us to be theirs... But you liked it, come on!" "What?" "Taking it from Neil." "What do you know?" "I saw you, from the window... You were enjoying it too... Hey, I'm saying nothing, I too liked being taken by Joe, more than when I had to do it with Father Ignacio or by Brother Carlos. You, with whom did you do it, before?" "I? With nobody. Neil has been my fist man." "The first one? But you liked it, didn't you?" "Yes, I liked it - because he treated me as an human being, because he cared to give me pleasure, because...." "Was he good in bed?" "What a speech, Friar Isidro!" "Come on! And then, now, we are friars no more. I will throw away this ridiculous frock." "No, not yet. The night is cold and it can keep us a little warmer... we have nothing. And then also, two friars get more respect, and possibly also some food..." "More respect? For the frock? Did you already forget how the mercenaries..." "I'm talking about our people, dumbass!" "Well yes, that's right. You may be right, for the moment it's better we keep the frocks. But was Neil good in bed?" the boy insisted. Augustin didn't answer. He didn't think fair to talk about such intimate things with other people, not even with his novice companion. "Joe was good, he really knew how to fuck. Much better than Rueben or Serge." "You did it also with them?" Augustin asked widening his eyes. "Just a couple of times, when they swapped us boys with Joe... Do you know that Joe did it with me even two or three times every day?" Augustin again didn't answer. The two boys were walking side by side. "And Joe, quite often, also sucked my tool..." "Come on, Isidro! One should not talk about such things." "Why not? Between us..." "They are not things concerning only you, but also Joe. It is not fair you spread what he did in bed with you." "I am not spreading it, am I? I am just telling you." "It's not fair all the same. They are things that are too personal things, too intimate. And possibly Joe would not be glad that other people know about him." "I will probably never meet Joe again, or you Neil..." the boy insisted. "This doesn't change anything." "Brother Carlos always wanted me to tell him in detail all I did with Father Ignacio... So he would get more aroused and fuck me better..." "Listen, let's change the subject, please." Augustin dryly cut short. They walked for a good stretch of road, side by side, in silence, with a fast pace. "So then, where will we go? Will we try to reach the mercenaries, or will we go to the town? Or to my village? Did you decide?" Isidro asked. "No, I didn't decide yet, we will see. And anyway, it's not necessary we go together, is it?" "But neither that we don't go together. And as long as we don't find a settlement, it would be better to be two, together." Augustin nodded in assent. In reality he wasn't at all annoyed being in Isidro's company, on the contrary... Yes, at least for a while, it would be better not to separate. When the two boys came to a rise, they saw, down in the valley, the small column of the mercenaries, several kilometres away. "Who knows if Neil has already forgotten me?" Augustin asked himself while they were walking down the sloping road at a fast pace. Augustin was thinking that Isidro, in spite of his gentle features, almost feminine at least for his face, was not at all effeminate. His companion was of Spanish blood, not mixed as he was. He never had too much intimacy with Isidro, there in the abbey, and now instead they were together, united at least for a while in the same destiny. United also by the fact that for a few days they had been in the beds of mercenaries... Life is curious, at times, the young novice thought. He never suspected nor guessed that his road and noviciate companion, had already had several sexual experiences before the mercenaries invaded their abbey... And he had not guessed that even their abbot, and Brother Carlos, and some others, notwithstanding the severity of the rule and the vows they made, also let themselves go, and not just once, to the pleasures of the flesh, of sex... How many things he didn't yet know... Looking at the wide landscape that surrounded them, Augustin felt very small, and told himself that, however it would go, wherever he would go, he had to get from that adventure as much as possible to grow more, to become a real man... He was aware that, abandoning the abbey, he had also abandoned his beloved studies... But Neil told him that all he learned, came from the life, not by written words... Good. Now he too would have a different teacher... he had to get the maximum profit from that. Isidro pulled his sleeve, distracting him from his thoughts and making him stop. "Augustin, let's stop, come on!" "Are you already tired?" "A little. We can sit on that fallen trunk, just for a few minutes." "All right." The two boys sat side by side. "I'm feeling a fancy..." Isidro said in a low voice. "For what? Are you hungry?" "No, for a fuck. And I would like doing it with you..." "Leave it, I don't feel like it." "Aren't you missing Neil?" "No..." Augustin lied, to convince himself, more than to hide the truth to his companion. "I indeed am missing the good cock of Joe and how he pushed it inside me and how he mounted me. I got used to him..." said Isidro. "In so few days?" Augustin asked him looking at him out of the corner of his eye, "Not I, on the contrary." he repeated in a low voice, shaking his head slightly, but less convinced than before. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------