Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 06:16:51 -0400
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: The Sandman Chapter 1

This story contains sex scenes involving young boys and men. If boy on boy
sex or man on boy sex offends you, please leave and look for another
story. If you live in an area where it is illegal to read this kind of
material, please leave now. If you are under the age of 18 then please
leave now. Otherwise, Enjoy!!! This story is pure fiction and no characters
are real. This story is also copyrighted.


The Sandman
Chapter 1


	"I'm coming!!!!" yelled a screeching old voice. A crooked man with
long stragglely gray hair, hunched back, dirty crooked teeth, tired worn
gray eyes, a pointed chin and a long crooked hooked nose came waddling
through the cobble stone courtyard. "Who in carnations is knocking at this
hour?" he grumbled to himself.
	POUND, POUND, POUND!!!! Came a thundering thud from the large
wooden gate doors. The old man pulled his moth eaten black hood to his
cloak over his head to keep the pouring rain off of him. But it didn't
work. The rain hammered the ground and anything that got in its way. The
wind howled with fury. The lightning and thunder joined in their chorus to
this midnight hour.
	POUND, POUND, POUND!!!! Came from the doors. The pounding wouldn't
stop. It was frantic pounding. It was desperate pounding.  I was a pounding
of urgency. "Enough already!! I'm coming!!!" complained the Old man.
	The Old man unlocked the double wooden doors that stood ten feet
high and swung them open, revealing a heavy iron gate with thick black iron
bars. Standing on the other side was a cloaked man, drenched from the
midnight storm. His soiled black cloak hung in the mud below him. The Old
Man held up his candle lantern up and looked at him. He was in his mid
30s. His black, shoulder length hair soaked with rain water pasted it self
onto the back his neck. His brown, fearless eyes stared the old man down,
not blinking once. He had a narrow face with a black beard and
mustache. His body and facial features looks like he could pass off as one
of the Three Musketeers.
	"Let me in." he said rapidly, constantly looking over his
shoulders.
	"No one enters these gates. Now leave." Scolded the old man.
	"I need to see Mr. Moore, it's urgent."
	"Mr. Moore sees no one. Your not welcomed," The Old man began to
shut the wooden door.
	The man on the other side of the gate stuck out his hand to keep
the thick wooden door from closing. His face showed determination and
showed no sign that he would fail in the reasoning he was coming.
	"I don't have much time. I need to see Mr. Moore." The thunder gave
a loud crack. The rain was coming down sideways now. The combination of the
cold bitter air and the pellets of rain drops hurt when they came into
contact with the skin on the face.
	"I told you. Mr. Moore sees no one. Especially at this time of
night."
	The man reached in his cloak and drew a long sword. He poked the
tip on top of the old man's Adam's apple. "Let me in now, damn it."
	"You think you are so tough with that sword, do ya?
	"If I have to be. I need to see Mr. Moore.," said the man calmly
but coldly.
	"Why the urgency?" asked the old man not showing fear to the sword.
	"That is between and Mr. Moore."
	"Who are you then?"
	"That is between me and Mr. Moore."
	"Let him in, Peter," said a calm, cold James Mason sounding voice
from behind the old man.
	The cloaked man looked past Peter and saw a tall, dark shadowy
figure, holding an umbrella. The lightning flashed showing a quick glimpse
of a white man wearing a black robe. The man had pure white hair and red
eyes. His skin was very very pale. The cloak man lowered his sword with
Peter grumbling and griping under his breath. Muldoon unlocked the iron
gates. They creaked and groaned adding its ear piercing song to the
midnight storm's symphony, competing against Muldoon's complaints.
	The cloaked man shuffled into the gate. He turned and watched
Muldoon close and lock the iron gate and then proceeded to do the same to
the wooden doors. He turned and saw that the shadowy figure had
disappeared. No doubt went inside to get out of the storm. Muldoon gestured
with his head to follow him. "Follow me," he said. "I still don't know why
someone is disturbing us at this time of night in this weather," he
continued to grumble to himself. The cloaked man followed him across the
cobble stone courtyard, passing a well that was in the center. They reached
another thick wooden door. Muldoon pulled out his large iron key ring with
many skeleton keys on it. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. The
cloak man shuffled slowly into the dark stone corridor. Muldoon closed the
door and locked it from inside. He then took a stick and lit the end of it
using the flame from his lamp. He lifted the stick to a cupped hand that
was sticking out of the stone wall. A flame began to dance in the palm of
the stone hand. Muldoon continued to do this to several other hands so they
too had fire parading around in it. The fiery glow gave the circular foyer
an eerie feeling. At the end of the round foyer a set of stone stairs that
lead up into darkness. On both sides of the staircase were two wooden doors
facing each other.
	"Your cloak," said Muldoon as he held out his arm.
	"No, I'll leave it on."
	"Suit yourself. Follow me; I will take you to see Mr. Moore. "
Muldoon grabbed his lamp off of the marble pedestal that he had placed it
on and started climbing up the stairs. The cloaked man followed, but had
difficulty and walked oddly up the stairs. A couple of times, Muldoon could
have sworn he heard an ouch or two. But he quickly brushed it to the side
and took the cloked man through corridors and stairs that seemed
endless. They finally arrived to a wooden door that sat all by itself in a
little caudisack. Muldoon opened it and motioned for the cloaedk man to
enter. Once inside, Muldoon shut the door behind the cloaked man and then
made his way back down the corridor.
	The room was dark. The only light emitting into the room was the
lightning flashing through the single stained glass window. The cloaked man
could barely make out a figure sitting behind a desk.
	"You wished to see me?" said the same voice that told Muldoon to
let him in.
	"Mr. Jules Moore?"
	"You obliviously know me, but you have me at an advantage, I don't
know you." His voice was calm and cold. Showing no fear, no expression, no
nothing.
	"Mr. Moore, I can't tell you my name for I fear it would cause
harm."
	"Is that so? Harm has dared to show its horrid teeth at me several
times and I survived. No doubt it will return, but let me be the judge if
something as simple as a name can bring me harm."
	"Very well, but you must vow to me that you will never divulge my
identity to anybody."
	"Why the secrecy Mr..."
	"Ederickson. Sam Ederickson."
	Moore cocked his in awe. "Thee Smuggling Sam Ederickson?"  "Shh,
not so loud. There is a price on my head you know?"  "Have no fear
Mr. Ederickson, no one lives here that will give away your identity. Please
sit down and tell me why you grace me with your presence." For the first
time, Moore's voice changed its tone, He sounded amused.
	"I can't sit down. Look, would it be alright if we light a lantern
or something?"
	"Ah, I know this darkness must be uneasy for you. My apologies."
Mr. Moore struck something and soon a candle was burning on his
desk. "Pardon me for the darkness, but bright light tends to hurt my
eyes. Now why have you graced me with your presence?"
	"I need a safe haven."
	"Did you smuggle something that even you couldn't pull off?"
	"You can say that."
	"And what did you bring to hide on my property? Swords? Drugs? Oh
let me guess, dirty money."
	Ederickson didn't say a word. He unbutton the front of his cloak,
being careful not to reveal what was underneath it. When He was done, he
opened it up.
	"Good lord!!" said Mr. Moore. "How dare you bring that into my
house!!!"
	"Mr. Moore, I know this is a lot to ask, but."
	"You're damn right it is a lot to ask. I want you out of my house
and take those with you. My God man, if we are caught with them, we both
would be doing the hang man dance."
	Two boys, one 12 the other 13, stood there huddled up to
Ederickson. They were wet, naked and shivering. They're bodies were thin,
deathly thin, the skin just hanging off of their ribs. The thump of their
heart could be seen. They were dirty, bruised and dried blood was caked up
around small abrasions and cut.
	The 13 year old boy had long blonde hair. It was matted together
and very dirty. He had ears that protruded out a bit and lightning blue
eyes. His thick lips were raspberry red, standing out from his pale cheeks.
	The 12 year boy's hair was just a little bit shorter then the older
boy's hair. But his hair was brown and showed signs of curl. He had large
puppy dog brown eyes and a button nose. His front teeth seemed abnormally
large and small freckles were scattered about his muddy face. His finger
nails were chewed to the bone and he had a small scar on the back of his
left hand.
	The boys looked nothing a like. The older boy was taller. Both of
them were fighting a major case of malnutrition, but their bone structures
did not match ever so slightly. The older boy had a rounder face, where the
younger boy had more of a square face. But they had one thing in common, a
scar on their left arm. It was in shape of the letter "S".
	"Mr. Moore, I beg you, please reconsider."
	"You must be mad. These boys have the markings of slaves. And not
work slaves either. For if they were work slaves they would have their mark
on their cheek. If they were mining slaves, the mark would be on their
forehead. But these boys. Their mark is on their arm. So when their masters
rapes them and forces sex upon them, they don't have too look at a scar
that blaintenly tells them what they are doing is immoral, ruthless, and
inhumane. They just want to look into thier age of innocence eyes, raping
their purity away from them."
	"You and I know that slavery is wrong. Especially using young boys
and girls to get their jollies off. But we need to do something. We need to
make a difference," said Ederickson.
	"Why me?"
	"Mr. Moore, I think we both know why."
	Moore lifted his right hand and placed it over his left
shoulder. "How'd you know?"
	"Several nights ago when this storm first began, I was trying to
smuggle across the land, some illegal arms. I was taking one of my secret
back routes when I stumbled across this man who had been mortally
wounded. Although I never saw him before that night, he recognized me. He
told me he had these boys and needed to get them to a safe haven. He told
me to take them to Jules Moore of Eagle's Borough. Then he died. I have no
idea how he came across these boys. They haven't said a word to me since I
got them. But when I saw what they were, my heart, as black as it might be
at times, cried for them. We traveled here nonstop. I knew if we were
caught, all of us would be dead by morning. I could have left them there to
die, but I couldn't. My conscious, what little one I have, wouldn't let me
do it. I knew the man wasn't a slave retriever, but I could tell in his
dying eyes that he had to get them to you."
	"Who was the man? Did he say before he died?"
	"No," replied Ederickson.
	"The Sandman," said the older boy very soft and timid like.
	Moore just stood behind his desk. Not saying a word as he looked at
the pathetic faces of the two young boys staring at him, crying for help
through their eyes. That name that the little boy spoke of hit a certain
nerve. A nerve that wasn't tampered with in over 40 years.
	"Mr. Ederickson, have you ever heard of The Sandman?"
	"Yeah, isn't he the one who puts you to sleep at night, leaving
those crusties in your eyes?"
	"In tale yes. But here in this land, the Sandman puts you to sleep
so he could take you to beautiful dreams. Wonderful dreams. Peaceful
dreams. And that is what this Sandman did. He would steal slave children,
especially the sex slaves, and told them to go to sleep and he would take
them to a place where they could dream. Over 40 years ago, the Sandman
rescued me and brought me here to live away from that horrorish nightmare."
	"The Sandman brought you here 40 years ago? That' can't be. The
Sandman couldn't be much older then me."
	"That's because, Mr. Ederickson, that when the Sandman dies,
someone else takes his place. I always expected that I would be called upon
to help out the Sandman, but as I grew older and my days grew shorter, I
thought the Sandman didn't need me or he never passed his mission down to
the next Sandman."
	"So, you are going to be the next Sandman now?"
	"Oh no Mr. Ederickson. I can't. My health isn't the greatest. I
can't go out into sunlight, because of my condition. No, I am stuck here in
my house."
	"Then who will carry on the Sandman's legend?"
	"That torch, Mr. Ederickson, has been passed to you."
	"Oh no, wait a minute. I smuggle for money. There is no money in
smuggling slaves. The only thing I can get out of this is my death
sentence."
	"If you don't take the torch, many slave children will die. You
don't understand the brutality they go through. Their owners don't make
love to them. They abuse them. They rob them of their youth. If they bestow
pain onto them, it doesn't phase them in the least.  These children are
just property. A toy. Something that needs to be stopped, but until the
governors comes to their senses, we just have to do what we can to make
sure that these kids has a chance to have a fairly normal childhood."
	"So what? I go out, risk my life and kidnap these kids, and then
what? What do I do with them?"
	"Children with parents never become slaves. It's only homeless
orphans and children of the slaves once they reach child bearing years,
that are sold. It is the Sandman's job, your job, to find couples who will
take them in and claim them as their own children. You have to forge fake
birth certificates, find childless couples who are willing to take these
children in and move to a far off town so no one would know that these
children aren't their biological children, but escaped slaves. But the
hardest part is finding ways to remove the mark. It's not easy removing the
mark. It takes rare roots and herbs and lots of time to remove them. It can
be done, but it isn't easy, nor is it painless." Mr. Moore held his arm
again, remembering the pain that took place on his mark removal.
	"Look, I don't have time to do this stuff. I don't know how to
remove marks, I don't know how to find parents and forge birth
certificates. I am just a smuggler anda their, nothing more nothing
less. There is no way I can do this."
	"I don't like it anymore then you do. If I had my choice, I would
love to turn my back too. But we can't. It is our duty. It is our destiny."
	"I don't understand you. First you want me to get these kids out,
and now you want me to start this whole Underground Railroad shit."
	"That' because I had to make sure you weren't setting me up for a
fall. Plus that was before I found out you were the Sandman."
	"Look, I am NOT the Sandman. Get it through you thick albino
skull."
	"Very well Mr. Ederickson. I will not force you into something you
don't want to do. Muldoon should have your room ready by now. You may spend
the night and have breakfast and be on your way. We will not keep you."
	"What about these boys?"
	"I will see over them. You hands are washed of the matter."
Mr. Moore walked around his desk, put an arm around each boy and escorted
them out of his office, leaving Ederickson by himself.
	"Follow me and I will take you to your room," said Muldoon in a
tone that lead Ederickson to believe that he was being an annuscence.
	Ederickson and Muldoon walked down the long corridors. Ederickson
said a silent prayer asking that nothing would happen while he was in this
building, because he was liable never to find his way out. Muldoon stopped
in front of a door. Across the hall was another door that was partly
open. He looked in and saw the two boys in there, standing watching
him. Mr. Moore was stooped to their height drying them off with a
towel. Mr. saw the boys were looking at something, so he turned and saw
Ederickson staring back at them. Mr. Moore stood up and shut the door.
	"You're in here," said Muldoon. He opened the door and walked down
the hall, complaining to himself.
	Ederickson went into his room. There was a candle burning on a
small stone table next to the feathered mattress bed. It was a simple
room. There was nothing hanging on the cold stone wall. There were no rugs
on the floor. The room was big enough for a twin size bed, a small table
and a dresser. The ceiling was bout 12 feet high. Towards the top of the
one wall, there was a small window about 3 X 1 that let the lightning light
up the room for a brief moment. Off in the far corner was a fire place with
cold ashes.
	He took of his wet cloak and hung it over the tall bed post. He
took off his wet shirt, boots, and pants, just leaving on a pair of worn,
stained, gray one piece underwear garment. Because it was wet too, he took
that off as well, exposing his naked ass. He had dark curly hair that
covered his chest and stomach. His black pubic hair was a thick forest that
covered the base of his dick, his balls and some in his ass. His cut dick
was short when not excited, but if he would get aroused, it would grow to 7
inches.
	He pulled down the feathered blanket and curled up under it. The
sound of the storm caused his tired and weary body to be sung to sleep in
no time at all.
	Ederickson laid in bed. A beautiful young auburn lady stood before
him. He was a sucker for redheads. She was completely naked, but her long
auburn hair came down over her shoulders, unto her breasts, hiding them. It
continued to hang down pass the red mound over her private entrance. She
shot him a wicked smile that made his dick stand on end. She bent down and
took his hard member completely in his mouth. She sucked it gently at first
but increased speed and suction. His balls began to do their little dance
and draw close to his body. Then it got better, he felt a pair of lips,
small tender lips, kissing his. He opened his mouth lightly and a tongue
came in seeking to wrap around his tongue. He started to buck his hips and
kiss passionately. He couldn't see who was kissing him. So he opened his
eyes. It was a boy. He pushed the boy off the bed and sat up just as he
shot his load in another boy's mouth. He scurried off the bed and grabbed
his cloak and wrapped around him. The 12 year old boy he had rescued was
sitting on the floor naked. The 13 year old was kneeling on the bed, wiping
the cum off his face.
	"What the Hell you doing that for?"
	"You took care of us the past couple of days. You saved us from our
Master. We are repaying you," said the 13 year old.
	"Repaying me?"
	"Yes Sir. I am a bed partner. My service is to make your pipi spit
and please you. You're not pleased? We didn't do a good job?"
	"Yes you did a good job.no, what I mean is..oh for crying out
loud. What you are is a slave to make adults sexually pleased. This is
wrong. You are free now. You don't have to have sex with another person,
unless you want too. If someone does you a favor, you don't have to repay
them by sleeping with them. You understand?"
	"But if me and Kirin don't please our Master, how are we to eat?
Where are we too live?"
	"I will find you someone who will be your mother and father," said
Mr. Moore as he entered the room.
	"Mother and Father? Like the real children have?" said the older
boy in disbelief.
	"Yes, now why are you too out of your clothes I gave you last
night?"
	"They felt funny. We never wore clothes before."  "Doesn't he
speak?" asked Ederickson nodding towards the 12 year old boy who was still
sitting on the floor.
	"No, Matthew hasn't spoken since he was 7."
	"Why?"
	"On his 7th birthday, Master took him and celebrated with him and
ever since then, he hasn't spoken."
	"You have no Master now," said Moore. Then he turned to
Ederickson. "When a child turns 7, he is at the legal age to be a bed
partner. That is when they are sold at the processing center and most of
the time their virginity taken from them. There are times though that a sex
slave isn't brought up through the processing center. If two sex slaves has
a kid, their master is automatically given ownership to them."
	"Do all of them lose their virginity at age 7?"
	"No, some lose it at age 8, 9, 10 or even as high as 14, but a
virgin sex slave at that age is rare. If a boy is found out that he or she
isn't a virgin at age 7, they are sent to the mines or fields to
work. Anyway, Mr. Ederickson, I am sure you are in a hurry. Would you care
for some breakfast?"
	"Uh, no. But thanks anyway. I need to get back."
	"Very well. Now the boys told me that your horse died on the way
here, he broke his leg, while carrying the boys across the raging river."
	"That's right."
	"I'll have Muldoon take you to my stable and you can have one of my
horses. Your choice. They are no prize winners, but it is the least I can
do for helping these young boys."
	"I can't take one of your horses."
	"I insist on it and there will be no argument about it. Now boys,
lets go back in your room and put your clothes on. I know you don't like
the feel, but you will get use to it. I promise."
	Ederickson road his horse hard up the side of the rolling hill. He
stopped and looked down at the fog covered structure where he had spent the
night. He could tell it had to be an old monastery at one time. He wondered
what happen to the monks that lived there.  He looked at his horse's eyes
"Okay, Storm, let's ride." He kicked the horse's sides and they road off
through the misty air.

  *****

	Joshua looked out his bedroom window. He watched the wind sweep
through the forest horizon. He let out a deep sigh and wondered what it was
like out there. Like being a child without a letter S imprinted on your
left arm. He could see his refection in the glass of the window. Glass was
new to their generation. Only the rich folk could afford something as
luxurious as this. As he stood there, he could see his own reflection. He
had wavy red hair that hung just above his shoulders. His head was long and
narrow. He had bright green eyes, almost like cat eyes. His skin was pale
and freckles added certain cuteness to his baby face. He turned 13 years
old today and he had been in this place since he was 7, when he first was
sold as a bed partner. On his 7th birthday he was sold told to
Gallick. Unlike a lot of bed partners thou, he just didn't serve one
master. His master ran a business where clientele off the streets could
come in and have a little bedroom fun. At a price of course.
	Joshua turned away from the window and went to his bed and sat
down. He knew it wouldn't be long and Fara would be coming to see him. Fara
was his biggest customer. He had a fancy for red heads. Matter of fact,
Joshua was Gallick's most popular boy. There were 17 boys all together, but
Joshua was the only redhead. It was Fara who had taken Joshua's virginity
away from him on his 7th birthday.
	Joshua looked up as his door opened up. There standing in the
doorway was a big burley man. He looked at the red hair boy wearing a white
robe and smiled a toothless grin. He stood about 6' 4" high and weighed in
about 310 pounds. He had a handlebar mustache, but other then that and his
eyes brows; he had no other hair on his head.
	"There's my Joshy, it's been a few months since I saw you. You
grown," he said with a deep voice.
	"Hi Fara."
	Fara walked heavily over to Joshua on the bed. He Picked up Joshua
by the arms with no effort and stood him up on the bed. He embraced him
tightly, squeezing the life out of the skinny boy. Then he plastered his
face up against Joshua and gave him a deep kiss letting his tongue invade
Joshua's sweet red, thick lips. Joshua returned the kiss, although he hated
doing it. But he knew that if he didn't please the customer, Gallick would
punish him and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.
	After the kiss, Fara untied the white robe that Joshua wore and
slipped it off. "What's this!!!" he bellowed in anger. He reached down and
grabbed onto a small chunk of red pubic hair and with no effort on his
behalf, he ripped it out. Sheer pain ripped through Joshua's groin area. He
felt tears build up in his eye, but he fought them back with out success.
	Fara stormed out of the room and Joshua collapsed on the bed,
letting his tear flow. He looked down and saw a small bald spot and a
little blood from where the patch of hair was ripped out.
	"Gallick, what are you trying to pull here?" yelled Fara as he came
downstairs to Gallick's office and shoved the fist full of red pubic hair
in his face.
	Gallick stood up. He was a full foot shorter then Fara, but he
always acted taller and bigger then what he truly was. He wore a black
v-cut robe with a red shirt underneath. He had a diamond earring in his
left ear. He was in his late 50's and his features showed it. His black
greasy hair was slicked back, failing at trying to cover the baldness on
top. His eyes were black and mysterious and his face looked like a rat. His
boney hands were long and lanky and his long fingers nails were filthy.
	"I'm not pulling anything," insisted Gallick with great confidence.
	"What do you call this?"
	"That looks like pubic hair."
	"You know I don't do bed partners with pubic hairs. I like my
clean."
	"Joshua is at that age. If you want them clean, I will give you
another one."
	"He is a red head?"
	"You know redheads are very very rare. I'm lucky I got Joshua, he
cost me an arm and leg as is."
	"Look, you get me a clean redhead in two days; otherwise I will
take my business elsewhere."
	"I'll have you your clean redhead, even if I have to clean Joshua
myself."
	"I don't care what you have to do, but get me what I want." Fara
threw the pubic hair on the desk and stormed out, pissed off because he
didn't get what he had hoped to get.
	Joshua sat on the bed, wiping his tears away, and rubbing the
tender spot above his shivered cut dick. He didn't have many hairs down
there to begin with, but now he had even less. He didn't realize that
having hairs down there was wrong. He just hoped he didn't get punished
now.
	"You!" said Gallick as he came in carrying two jugs of liquid.
	"I'm sorry Master; I didn't know having hair down there was
wrong. Please forgive me. I didn't put them there; they just appeared out
of no where." Joshua was cowering on his bed, scared to death on what the
out come was going to be.
	"Lay on your back," insisted Gallick.
	Joshua did as he was told. He laid on his back. Gallick poured a
hot liquid over Joshua's field of pubic hair and he continued to pour it
onto his peach fuzz covered balls and down his crack. Joshua bit his lower
lip, tasting his own blood. He didn't dare scream, because he would get
more punishment then he was already getting.
	The thick liquid goo cooled down and turned very hard within
minutes. Gallick grab a small corner of it and started to pull slowly.
	The pain of the pulling was too much for him to hold back. He
screamed in pain. "Stop it!!!" he cried, tears flowing down his pale
cheeks.
	"I can't risk the chance of taking skin off, I have to peal slowly
and not at once, now hold still damn it."
	Finally after 45 minutes of sheer pain, and being yelled at to shut
up, the harden goo was completely off of Joshua's body. He was really sore
down there very red and tender too. Joshua looked down and saw that there
was no evidence that he had once had hair down there.
	"Now that should keep anymore hair from growing down there for at
least six moon cycles. Now, to place this ointment on it to make you heal
faster, so you can be back to normal by the time Fara comes back. I can't
lose him, he is my best costumer." Gallick poured a purple liquid onto the
red tender area of Joshua. Joshua screamed once more in great pain. The
liquid stung and burned him down there like someone was taking a lighted
torch and holding it to his groin. "There that should do it. Just have to
put this stuff on before you go to bed tonight and twice tomorrow and you
will be a new boy."
	"Gallick, come quick," said a maiden's voice. "It's Danny." Gallick
got up running with the maiden towards Danny's room. Joshua stood up in
pain and followed. Danny had been at the house for three months when he had
turned 7, but today was his first time being a bed partner.
	Gallick ran into Danny's room. There stood Grawdo putting on his
clothes with a smile of satisfaction on his face. Grawdo stood over six
feet tall. Although he wasn't as burly or bulky as Fara was, Grawdo could
hold his own and it would take a man with great courage to cross him.
	Lying in the bed in fetal position was Danny, a blonde hair boy
with big blue eyes. Normally Danny was a real hottie and would make anyone
get a hard on just looking at him. But not now. Both his eyes were black
and blue and swollen shut. His lips were bloody and swollen. His bloody
nose even looked broken. Bruises were appearing on his body where Grawdo
had beaten and held on tightly to the boy. A combination of blood and cum,
more blood then cum, was oozing out of his anis. He was crying and very
scared.
	"Grawdo, I want to see you in my office now," said Gallick.
	Gallick went out the room and into his office and behind his
desk. Grawdo strolled in and stood before him.
	"I must tell you Gallick, that was a good fuck."
	"Let me see your palm" said Gallick.
	Grawdo thought this was an odd request, but he held out his palm of
his hand. Gallick's left hand slammed it hard to the wooden desk as his
right hand came out of no where and slammed a dagger into the center of the
palm, pinning it to the desk. He then grabbed onto Grawdo's left hand and
twisted it, causing him to twist a little, but not too much because his
right hand kept him from moving.
	"Now you listen here you son of a bitch. You just ruined one of my
boys. His face will be scarred and no one wants to screw an ugly boy. Now
my boys are to have sex with. If you want to beat something up, I suggest
you get yourself a wife. Now he is no good to me. I won't be able to sell
his services again. If I ever catch you doing this to one of my boys again,
I will cut off your balls and replace your eye balls with them. Do I make
myself clear?"
	"Yes, now let me go."
	Gallick released his arm and pulled the knife out. He then grabbed
onto Grawdo and threw him out the door and slammed it shut. Then he
returned to his office to clean up the mess that was on his desk.
	Joshua hobbled over to Danny and crawled into bed with him. Danny
connected to Joshua the first day he was brought to the house. He looked up
at Joshua as a big brother and Joshua looked down at Danny as someone he
had to protect, love and cradle him. Joshua held Danny into his arms and
sang him a lullaby.

Hush hush Danny, don't you cry For one day we will say bye Because that
will be the day we become free When the Sandman rescues you and me

	"Joshua, do you believe in the Sandman? Does he exist?"
	"I think he does. I heard stories that he rescues boys like us, but
I don't know of any boys who actually saw him."
	"I heard when the Sandman comes, he only takes one boy."
	"I heard that too."
	"Why do you think he does that?"
	"Probably because it is easier to escape with one boy then a
bunch."
	"Do you think if the Sandman came here, he would only take one of
us?"
	"I don't know."
	"I wouldn't want him to take you if didn't take me too. I wouldn't
want to be here without you. I love you Joshua." He then snuggled up closer
to the boy.
	"I love you too Danny," snuggling up too. He felt Danny's body go
heavy. Then a light snore appeared through he swollen face.
	"Sandman, I don't know if you exist or not. But it you do, can you
come here and rescue Danny?" Then Joshua drifted off to sleep himself.

  *****

	Ederickson sat by the small campfire that he made, cooking the bird
that he had caught. It had been six sun passes since he left Moore's
estate. He couldn't get the image of the little boys sucking and kissing
him out of his mind. His heart just went out to them. He personally had no
interest in having sex with a young boy, but after being sucked and kissed
by one, he could change his mind. But he knew that if the day came when he
would have sex with a young boy, it would be because the child wanted too
because of consent not because of gold pieces or being a master or anything
like that. He stared up at the full moon, listening to the night creatures
singing their symphony to the audience of the stars.
	Ederickson heard something in the bushes and quickly drew his
sword. Out of the bushes came a young boy, about 8 years old. He had jet
black hair that caused him to look paler then normal. His brown eyes were
filled with grief and pain. His naked body tumbled to Ederickson,
collapsing with sheer exhausted into his arms. Ederickson saw that boy had
been brutally tortured not only physically but sexually as well.
	"Help me," moaned the boy.
	Ederickson noticed the letter S on his arm. He laid the boy down on
a blanket and got some water from his leather canteen and fed the boy some.
	"Who did this to you?" asked Ederickson.
	"My master."
	"Why?"
	"Because he wanted me to suck his doodle and I didn't want too."
	Anger and rage raced through his body. How could someone do this to
an innocent child? He quickly stood up and drew his sword once
more. Standing before him was a man with brown frizzy hair and crooked
dirty teeth. Standing behind him was the Slave Retrievers.
	"Ah, I see you found my slave."
	"You did this to him?"
	"Of course. He is my bed partner, I can do whatever I want too."
	"Not no more. You want him; you will have to come through me."
	"You are in violation of the slave policy," said one the Slave
Retrievers.
	"I don't give a damn."
	The two Slave Retrievers drew their swords and walked towards
Ederickson. The nocturnal chorus stopped as it was replaced with the
clanking of swords, cursing and the movement of feet in the
dirt. Ederickson managed to stab the first Slave Retriever in the heart and
he fell down dead. The second Slave Retriever stab Ederickson in the arm,
but that was the last thing he did before meeting his maker.
	The boy's owner pulled out his dagger.
	"You don't know who you are dealing with," said the man.
	"NO, you don't know who you are dealing with." He stabbed the owner
in the stomach. The owner gasped and fell to his knees.
	"Who are you?" he asked with his final breath.
	"The Sandman."

To Be Continued..

I hope you enjoyed this story. I know there wasn't really any hot sex
scenes in it, but I promise you there will be plenty of sex scenes in
chapters to come. Since this is completely different then the last story
(The Last Resort) I wrote, which was my first story for Nifty, I ask you to
please email me at bentedcol@aol.com and let me know what you think. I like
to hear both positive and negative feedback. Hope to hear from you
soon. -Ben