Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 05:22:52 -0400
From: Bentedcol@aol.com
Subject: The Sandman Chapter 2

This story contains boy on boy sex as well as man on boy sex. There is some
mild violence, but the process of the violence isn't shown, only the out
come of it. If this kind of material offends you, please read no
further. If you live in an area where it is illegal to read this type of
material or if you are under the age of 18, please read no further. This
story is completely fiction and no characters are real. This story is also
copyrighted.

*Author's Note - In chapter one, I made a small error. I mixed up in the
naming of the first two boys' who Ederickson first brought to see
Mr. Moore. I called the younger boy both Kirin and Matthew, but left the
older boy nameless. So to clear up any confusion, the older boy's name is
Kirin and the younger boy who doesn't talk, his name is Matthew. Sorry
about that. Happy reading.


The Sandman
Chapter 2


POUND, POUND, POUND!!!! Came from the thick wooden door with
urgency. Muldoon stifled a yawn, carrying his lantern as he walked across
the cobble stone court yard "Can't a man get any descent sleep here," he
complained to himself. POUND, POUND, POUND!!! Shot through the courthouse
with a thundering thud. "Hold your pants on, I am coming!!!" yelled
Muldoon. The moon disappeared behind some moving clouds. The courtyard
became darker. Muldoon took out his giant key ring and opened the tall
wooden door. There standing on the other side was Ederickson and a young
boy.
	"Should of known it was you. Don't you believe in calling at hours
when people are awake?" griped Muldoon.
	"I need to see Mr. Moore. Now let me in."
	"As I told you before, Mr. Moore doesn't see anybody, especially at
this time of night."
	"He did before."
	"That was then, this is now. Good night." Muldoon began to shut the
door, but Ederickson held up his hand to stop it.
	"Who is it, Peter?" asked a voice from the darkness.
	"The Sandman," answered Ederickson before Muldoon could.
	"Let him in," said Mr. Moore as he disappeared again.
	The same routine as a few weeks before happened. He was escorted by
the grumbling and griping Muldoon through many corridors and doors until he
reached Moore's office. Sitting behind his desk, was Mr. Moore himself.
	"I see you have another slave," said Mr. Moore as he lit a candle,
creating an eerie glow.
	"Yeah, he stumbled into my arms one night. Unfortunately his master
chasing him and I had to kill him as well as two slave retrievers."
	"You killed two slave retrievers?" said Moore in an alarm tone of
voice.
	"I had no choice in the matter. Don't worry there was no witnesses
and I made sure no evidence of me or this boy was left behind."
	"Why did you bring him here?"
	"Look, I had no intentions on being the Sandman, but after what
happen the other night, I guess I have no choice now. But all I can do is
get the kids, as for dispersing them to new families and hiding them out
and stuff, that is another story."
	"So you came here for my help then?"
	"Yes, on my way here I developed a plan. I will go and rescue these
kids. I will take careful precautions and bring them back here to you. Then
you will see them about getting a new birth certificate, parents, and
getting their mark and serial number removed."
	"Serial number?" asked Mr. Moore.
	"Yeah, Serial number. Kish, show Mr. Moore the bottom of your
foot."
	The young boy who Ederickson saved from his master and slave
retrievers showed Mr. Moore the bottom of his foot. Burned into him was a
serial number that compressed of numbers and digits representing his
identification number, the city and the processing plant he was sold from.
	"Hmmmm, this is new. This looks harder to remove then the mark. We
will need a very good medicine man. I wonder why Matthew and Kirin doesn't
have one?"
	"I don't know. Maybe they weren't registered slave, just a guess."
	"This serial number brings a different light on the subject."
	"So, we got a deal or not?"
	"The Sandman always works alone."
	"But I can't do this by myself. Will you help me?"
	"I can supply the holding unit and possibly find the adopted
parents, but I can't forge birth certificates and remove the mark and
serial number."
	"Look, I know a forger who can be trusted and he owes me many
favors. I will seek him out. But I don't know any medicine men."
	"I do, but I am not sure if the one who I know can do the job, is
willing to do the job, plus I don't know if he can be trusted."
	"I guess we will just have to find out."
	"Well, Sandman, you got yourself a partner."
	"Since I am the Sandman, I think I will call you The Keeper."
	Moore smiled and stuck out his pale hand and shook Sandman's hand,
sealing the partnership.

  *****

	Captain Mosk, the officer in charge of the Slave Retriever
Department in Snake Eyes, stood before a wooden door at Slave Retriever
Head Quarters in Flickertail Falls. It was a two day ride for him, but he
had to talk to his boss, General Ambrose Tucker.
	Captain Mosk was talk, but his aging face was beginning to show
signs of ware and tare. He had salt and pepper hair, more salt then
pepper. He smoked on a thick cigar and let the smoke out slowly. Over his
left eye he wore a black patch with a scar running out from the bottom of
it and continuing down to the bottom of his jaw. He had 2 or 3 days worth
of growth on his face, attempting to hide the scar.
	"Enter!" boomed a voice from behind the door.
	Captain Mosk walked in with a great deal of confidence and
pride. No doubt he was very good at his job as a slave retriever. Of the 30
plus years he has been doing this, not one slave managed out wit him and
never be caught.
	"General Tucker, I am afraid I have some bad news," he spoke as if
nothing was wrong.
	A figure sat behind a large mahogany desk in front of a small
window. The small light that was peering in, was causing the figure to be
silhouetted. Mosk squinted his eyes, trying to make detail of Tucker's
face, but there was no other light in the room and it was difficult. For as
long as he knew General Tucker, he had never truly seen his face.
	"You know I don't like bad news."
	"I know sir, but three days ago two my men and a slave owner were
found murdered."
	"Murdered?"
	"Yes, a local merchant by the name of Fred Engles came to us and
reported that his bed partner ran away. Two of my men went with him to
track the boy down. They weren't heard of again for a couple of days. Then
a local hunter came to me and said that he had found Engles and my two men
dead. I went to the sight. It looks like they were in a sword fight. All
three of them were definitely killed by a blade of a sword."
	"I see," said the General, taking this story in with great
interest.
	"Do you think that the killer had taken the bed partner?"
	"There wasn't any true evidence that stated that, but I believe
so."
	"Hmmm, who would help a slave escape?"
	"Maybe it was the Sandman," suggested Mosk.
	"Captain Mosk, we both know that the Sandman is pure myth that was
started long before we got into this business."
	"In al due respect, I believe the Sandman exists. My counterpart
over in Spider Forest said that he chased a man who had stolen two slaves
from his town. A couple of days after they escaped, they found his body,
but the two slaves were no where to be found."
	"So what are you saying? That this dead man was the Sandman?"
	"He might not be the Sandman, but he might have worked for him."
	"Okay Captain Mosk, if what you think is true; I relieve you of
command at Snake Eyes."
	Mosk was pissed. "General, in all my years, I was never
relinquished of command."
	"Relax, Captain. I am promoting you to the rank of Colonel. You
will enlist four of the best slave retrievers in our land and your purpose
it to prove that the Sandman is just a myth or to track down the Sandman
and kill him and all of those who are associated with him. And you better
not fail, because if you do."
	"I won't fail General."
	"Very well, you're dismissed."

  *****

	Joshua laid in his bed with his white robe on. The door to his room
swung open and in walked Fara. Without saying his normal welcoming words,
he marched over to Joshua.
	"Take your robe off," he demanded. This was so unlike him. He
normally was happy to see Joshua and always planted a kiss on him.
	Joshua took off his robe, exposing his smooth, hairless, naked
body. Fara gently rubbed the back of his hand over the smooth base of
Joshua's crotch. It felt smooth as a baby's. Fara smiled with delight and
then embraced Joshua, planting a long deep kiss on him.
	Joshua opened his mouth a bit and felt Fara stick his tongue and
rubbed it against his own tongue. Joshua was returning the kiss. He felt
stirring inside him and his member started to get hard. Fara felt it
sticking into his gut and looked down and laughed. With Joshua standing on
the bed, Fara knelt down and took the hard tool completely into his
mouth. Shivers went through his body. Fara began slowly sucking and bobbing
up and down. Joshua began to buck his hips. His balls started to dance and
grow close to his body. He reached down and pushed Fara's head into his
crotch as he thrust his hips forward hard. His 5 inch tool shot four hard
squirts, one week squirt and lot of dribble into Fara's warm mouth. Fara
was slurping down the boy cum and enjoying the sweet salty taste of young
boy. He was also inhaling the sweet aroma around the young boy's
crotch. Now with his own cock throbbing hard and leaking precum, he
undressed himself and had Joshua get on all fours. Joshua knew what was
coming, but he was prepared for it. Fara reached around and drained
Joshua's dick what was left of his cum. He used it to wipe over Joshua's
rosebud. Joshua gasped a bit when he felt a pudgy finger go inside him to
lubricate him with his own boy seed. Joshua let out a deep breath as he
felt Fara's tip to his 9 inch thick cock touch the entrance of his boy
pussy. Slowly, Fara pushed himself into Joshua. One inch was in, then two,
three, four. Soon, Fara's thick black forest of pubic hair was pressed
tightly against Joshua's pink ass. Fara began to pump slowly. "Say it," he
bellowed.
	Joshua knew what his lines were, although what he was about to say
was so far from the truth. "Fuck me Fara!!! Fuck me hard!!! Fuck me deep!!!
Harder!!! Deeper!!!! Fara I want you to cum in me. FUCK ME FARA!!!!"
	Fara was pushing himself in and out of Joshua with all his
might. The bed was shaking and pounding against the wall. Joshua was
moaning and grunting in between his rehearsed lines. Then with one final
push and a loud moan, Fara emptied himself into the bowels of Joshua,
filling him up with white, creamy goo. Fara pulled himself out and rolled
Joshua onto his side and collapsed next to him. Cuddle up next to each
other; with Joshua's head laying on Fara's hairy chest, the two of them
fell asleep.
	Joshua woke up to see that Fara had gone. Tucked under his pillow
was a gold coin. Costumers weren't supposed to leave tips to the boys, but
Fara always did for Joshua. He took the gold coin over to the fire place in
his room. He crawled inside and removed a loose brick that was in the base
of the chimney. The brick had concealed a small cubby hole that had several
gold coins in it. Joshua placed the new addition into his secret hiding
place and sealed it back up.
	Joshua went over to his bed and put on his robe. He decided he
would go to the shower room. He knew he would have the rest of the night
off. Very rarely did Gallick sell his services twice a day.
	"Joshua," said a voice.
	He turned around and saw Gallick standing there with a new
boy. Joshua's heart sunk. The boy had dirty blonde hair that was parted in
the center and layered back above his perfect ears. His lips were thick and
pink and he had an awkward smile that showed his top row of white
teeth. This boy was so hot.
	"Yes Master Gallick."
	"This is a new boy. We just got him today. I want you to show him
around, explain my rules to him and help him get settled into his room."
	Joshua wasn't surprised at being told to do this. He had done this
sort of things twice before when new kids came in. The last one he did it
for was Danny.
	"Where will he be sleeping, Master Gallick?"
	"Danny's old room."
	"But?"
	Gallick saw Joshua's face turn pale. He felt he never had to
explain anything to his boys, but he decided to tell Joshua. "I sold Danny
to the mines this morning. That bastard, Grawdo not only ruined his looks,
but screw up his boy pussy as well. I wouldn't get my money out of him
now. So I sold him and got this boy. Now do what you are told. You know the
check in process. I have business to take care of." Gallick then stormed
away, leaving the young boy standing in the doorway.
	Joshua sat on the bed, fighting back tears. He knew many boys in
here, but Danny was the only one he felt the way he did. Danny was like a
brother he had never had.
	"Was he your friend?" asked the boy.
	Joshua completely forgotten about the new boy. "Uh, yeah, He was
like my baby brother."
	"I'm sorry. I heard those mines are worse then bed partner
houses. Once you go in the only way you come out is in a pine box."
	Joshua was getting mad at the new boy. He wished he would just shut
up. "What's your name?"
	"Slave Serial Number 030913-B-J3917U-034"
	"You weren't given a name yet?"
	"No, Master Gallick said you would give it to me when you check me
in."
	"Yeah, I have to check to see what name is next in the log book."
	Joshua stood up and looked at the young boy. He was still wearing
his navy blue robe that was issued at the processing plant. His heart
started to thump weird too. Even though he was sad that Danny was gone,
there was something about this boy. Joshua escorted the new boy to the in
processing room. He told the boy to sit in a chair in front of a
desk. Joshua sat behind the desk and opened up a huge log book that must
have been thee feet in length, two feet wide and six inches thick.
	"Okay, what is your serial number?" Joshua took out a quill pen and
dabbed it into a jar of ink.
	"030913-B-J3917U-034"
	"According to the log, your name is now Stephen."
	"Cool, that's a neat name. I like it."
	"Alright Stephen, I have to ask you some questions for our
records." As Stephen answered the questions, Joshua scribbled the answers
into tiny blocks next to his name I the log book.
	"Age?"
	"12, will be 13 in two months."
	Joshua looked at the boy and proceeded to write down the boy's eye
and hair color in the book. He pulled out a tape measure and measured the
height of the boy and then had him step on a scare. The boy was average
height for his age and a little on the thin side, but still looked well
proportioned. "Are you a virgin?"
	"Pardon?"
	"Has anyone had sex with you?" asked Joshua.
	"Do you mean has anyone put their snake in my butt?"
	"Yes,"
	"I only saw naked boys, mainly our age, but never touched or been
touched by anyone in a sexual manner."
	"Wow, a virgin never touched. Almost 13, you will bring in a nice
price for your first customer."
	"Will it make Master Gallick happy?"
	"Yes it will. Now, how big are you?"
	"You just measured me."
	"No, no, no. How big is your penis when you are hard?"
	"I don't know, I never measured it."
	"Take your robe off," said Joshua as he grabbed the tape measure
again. Stephen took his robe off, exposing his pale, smooth body. Joshua
looked and saw the tiny shriveled member of Stephen's. He continued to look
at the young boy's smooth naked body. Not a blemish or scar on him. His
pink nipples were beginning to get hard from the slight chill in the
air. But that wasn't the only thing that was getting hard in the
room. Joshua felt his penis starting to stir and grow. This was odd for
him. He never felt this way before of the other boys here at the house. Why
now? Why this boy? Joshua stopped breathing when he took hold of Stephen's
penis. It immediately responded to his touch and began to grow. Once it was
fully hard, Joshua measured it. It was 4 1/3 inches. Joshua continued to
hold on to Stephen. Their eyes met and were locked on each other. Joshua
could feel leakage around his own dick. "You cum yet?" he whispered.
	"You mean does my snake spit out the white stuff?"
	"Yeah," Joshua finally managed to break himself from the trance and
regain his composure.
	"I don't know. I never tried it."
	Joshua knew what had to happen next. He would have to have Stephen
masturbate to see if he cums yet or not. When a new slave beginning puberty
arrives, they have to masturbate to see if they cum. Master Gallick likes
to know this, because not all of his customers like it when his boys
cum. Some only like boys who have dry orgasms. So he always ensures to see
if a boys can cum or not, before putting him on the market.
	Joshua rubbed his hand through his red wavy hair. His green eyes
were just filled with anticipation. He was going to get to watch this new
boy possibly cum for the first time in his life. But then he had a
thought. "I am gonna have to see if you can cum or not. We can do this one
of two ways. You can jack yourself off or I can help you cum."
	Stephen looked at Joshua. He was a bit nervous and scared, but he
loved the way his body felt when Joshua had held onto him. He wanted that
feeling again. He licked his pink lips. "Can you help me?" he whispered
shyly.
	Joshua nodded and walked up to the boy. Stephen's dick was still
hard. Joshua new all he had to do was jack him off, but he wanted more to
himself. He had only had sex with grown ups and he never enjoyed it or
liked it. Nor did he want to do it, but he was left with no choice. But for
the fist time in his life, he wanted to have sex with this boy. A boy he
only met not even an hour before hand.
	Joshua knelt down and grabbed onto the boys dick. He saw that there
were a few stray light brown hairs growing around the base. Joshua quickly
dismissed the reminder of pain that he had gotten when he had his pubic
hairs removed. Joshua took the tip of his tongue and gently licked the slit
at the top of Stephen's cock. Stephen jumped a little at the touch. He
loved what was being done to him. If his stay was going to be anything like
what is happening to him now, he knew he would love it here.
	Joshua opened his mouth and took the entire penis in his mouth and
closed it. He felt Stephen's penis move with his mouth. He never had such a
young cock in his mouth. The sweet aroma of a young boy glided past his
nose. Joshua was beginning to see why so many men wanted to have sex with a
boy. Joshua began sucking gently on to the hard cock in his mouth. He
tasted a light salty flavor on his tongue as it rubbed all around. Stephen
began groaning and bucking his hips. Joshua sucked harder and
harder. Stephen let out a loud gasp and pushed his dick hard into the back
of Joshua's throat. Joshua felt a sudden gush of warm, creaming fluid shoot
down his throat. Joshua continued to suck and clean off Stephen. Finally
the pleasure of the suck and cumming got so great and intense and
unbearable to handle that he pulled himself out of Joshua's mouth. Joshua
stood up and looked at the boy. He leaned over and planted a small simple
kiss on his lips and then bent down and got him his robe and placed it over
him.
	"You can cum," smiled Joshua as he licked his lips clean.
	After the paper work was completed, Joshua took Stephen to the bath
house. Stephen would have to get cleaned up and then be issued his white
robe that all the boys wore. The two young boys walked into a room with a
small pool in it. The pool was only about 6 X 6 feet. The water was nice
and warm and steam floats off the top. The two boys took off there robes
and stepped into the 3 foot deep tub. Joshua began soaping up and scrubbing
Stephen's body. Normally he just had the other kids clean themselves, but
he wanted to clean Stephen himself. Once he was done, Stephen returned the
favor and washed Joshua's body.
	"Joshua, can I ask you something?"
	"What's that?"
	"Remember what you did to me in the in processing room?"
	"You mean sucking you off?"
	"Yeah, well can I do that to you?"
	Joshua smiled. So much he wanted Stephen to do that. "I would love
for you to do that, but not here. We have to do it when Master Gallick
isn't around. We aren't allowed to have sex with each other. If we are
caught, we get severely punished. But I promise we will find time and a
place to do more then just that."
	Stephen smiled. The two boys got out of the water and dried off and
Joshua proceeded to take Stephen to his bedroom.

  *****

	The Sandman and Keeper sat at the long wooden table eating eggs and
scrapple. Matthew and Kirin had met their new friend, Kish and was showing
him around the estates.
	"So what's your game plan?" asked the Keeper.
	"I plan on riding to Hangman's Valley to see if I can find my
forger friend. On the way there, I will be passing a slave processing
plant. So I thought I would stop by and see what kind of Intel I can get on
the place."
	"Why do you need Intel on a plant?"
	"I know they keep records of the slaves they sell. So I can use
that to guide me to them. Plus I will try to free the slaves there as
well."
	"Look, I know you like adventure, but be careful. Don't try to take
too many at one time. Limit yourself to one or two at a time."
	"Don't worry, I will be alright."
	"There is another thing you have to be careful about."
	"What's that?"
	"Not all slaves want to be rescued. Some of them like what they are
doing and don't want to go. Some of them are too scared to escape and might
turn you in fear that they might get in trouble if caught with you. Be
cautious on the slaves you take. If you take the wrong one, it could cost
you your life."
	"Thanks for the heads up, but I know how to handle the
situation. Now, what about the medicine guy?"
	"He lives in the next village over. When the sun sets, I will ride
to see him tonight."
	"It must be hard living in the dark," said the Sandman as he sipped
his coffee.
	"After all these years, you get use to it. As a child I didn't know
what I hated more, being a bed partner or being an albino, but I managed."
	"Well, I'm not gonna find our forger sitting here. I should be back
within a week, two at the most."
	"Very well Sandman. And Sam, do be careful."
	"Relax, I'll be alright."

  *****

	The Red Moon Tavern was packed. Bar maids showing off their
cleavage was busy bringing mugs of ale to the paying costumers. The room
was filled with smoke, laughter, and talking. Grawdo was over at the bar,
drinking his ale and blabbering out the mouth.
	"So this weasel challenged me to the Kipper challenge. So I took
it. We did 27 shots then he missed all three candles in the round. Of
course I got all mine with no worries. I could have gone farther too."
	"That's a tale if I ever did hear one," said a man sitting at a
near by table eating some lamb stew. He was about 6 feet tall. He had very
light brown hair with blonde high lights. It was wavy and hung slightly
past his shoulders. The hair above his forehead was curly. He had gray eyes
and lady killer smile. He had on a white button down shirt with frills on
the front and poofy sleeves, a forest green vest and a pair of pants that
matched it. His deer skin hide moccasins boots went half way up to his knee
and had little tossles around them. Around his neck, he wore a pewter cross
on a piece of twine.
	"Are you calling me a liar?" said Grawdo as he stood up and walked
towards the man.
	"I'm not calling you anything my friend. But 27 shots and still put
out all three flames? That's a little far fetch even for a tavern tale."
	Grawdo grabbed the man by his frills and pulled him in close. "I
challenge you then to the Kipper Challenge. I will prove it to you."
	The man pulled Grawdo's paws off of him as if they were infectious
decease, trying not to touch them. "My dear fellow, I cannot accept your
challenge, because I do not wish to humiliate you in front of your friends
here. I am just passing by, now if you don't mind, I like to finish my
stew. It is quite tasty." The man sat down and broke off a piece of bread
and dipped it in his soup and took a bite of it.
	Grawdo took his hand and flung it across the table, causing the
bowl of soup to fly across the room. By this time, the room had quiet down
and all eyes were upon them.
	"My dear fellow, I wish you wouldn't have done that. I wasn't
finished."
	"You're finished alright. Now accept the challenge!!" demanded
Grawdo.
	"No Sir, I don't think I will." The man turned himself around and
broke another piece of bread off and ate it. "Excuse me waitress, can I
have another bowl of stew please?" he asked a bar maid standing by watching
the scene.
	"You are a chicken liver coward," said Grawdo with fury.
	The man put his bread down and lifted his head, not looking at
anyone in particular. "What did you call me, dear boy?"
	"A chicken liver coward!!!"
	"That's what I thought you said. My dear fellow, you just don't
know what you did, do you?"
	"Accept the challenge you long hair sissy girl."
	The man stood up and faced Grawdo. "Long hair sissy girl? You do
need a new vocabulary. So let me get this straight. You challenge your bow
against my bow?"
	"That's right."
	"The Kipper Challenge?"
	"Yes, one shot after each round."
	"Very well, I accept them."
	"Someone set up the candles!" yelled Grawdo as he smiled through
his dirty teeth.
	"Right now? But it's dark outside."
	"Are you scared of the dark?"
	"Oh no, it's just harder to see that's all."
	"Afraid that you won't be able to see the flames?"
	"Oh, good chap, I am just afraid I won't be able to see your face
when I whip your ass."
	The crowd around them was cheering on the challenge. Everyone was
making bets among each other.
	"What is a Kipper Challenge?" asked a young man to the bar maid.
	"It is a test of marksman ship for archers. Each of them has to
shoot out the flames of three candles. They each have their own set of
candles and they are placed at different heights. There very first of the
first round, they can take as long as they want. But once the first shot is
taken, they have to deliver the next to arrows within ten seconds. Once
they finish the round, they take a shot of whisky. Once the candles are
relit, they shoot the next three flames and then take a shot. They keep
repeating this until someone misses a flame. Once a flame is missed, the
challenge is over."
	"Bar Tender get me two bottles of whisky!!!" yelled Grawdo.
	"Pay up front," replied the bartender.
	Grawdo looked at the man. "You have to pay for our bottle."
	"First of all, my friend, we drink from the same bottle, that way I
know yours isn't water down. Secondly, I just plum spent my last coin on
that wonderful stew that you viciously threw to the floor."
	"What you accept the challenge and but can't cover yourself?"
	"Now don't get yourself in an uproar. It's not good for your
health. I told you I didn't want to challenge you, but you insisted."
	"I should kill you right here and now."
	"I'll spot his bottle," boomed a voice over the crowd.
	The man looked behind him and saw Sam Ederickson. "Smuggling Sam?"
He smield and laughed and embraced him with a hug. Ederickson did the same.
	"How are you doing old friend?" said Ederickson.
	"I got myself in a bit of pickle. This overgrown oaf challenged me
to the Kipper's challenge. But I don't have money for my bottle."
	"You're like my brother to me Crazy Bill Carrick. I will spot your
bottle, but we need to talk afterwards."
	"Anything." The two men gave each other another hug then went out
side where the candles were burning.
	Carrick had his bow already. He ensured his arrows were straight
and ready to take flight.
	"Have you done the Kipper Challenge before?"
	"Oh yes, 7 times before."
	"And how many times have you won?"
	"Well, I came close once."
	"You mean to tell me you never won?"
	"When I'm sober I can shoot and arrow like no other man can, but
after 12 shots, it's a whole different story. I can't get past the 13th
round. All of them, I fumbled in the 13th round." He then smiled and cast
Ederickson as smile as if not to worry everything is under control.
	Carrick lifted his arrow and aimed it the faint lights burning in
the wind. He held his breath and shot it, followed by two others. The three
fiery glows were out. He took his shot of whisky. Grawdo took aim at his
first set and fired. All three of his candles went out. He took his
shot. By the time Grawdo took his 6th shot, bets were being revamped and
more being made. Carrick slammed down his 7th shot, 8th shot, 9th shot. The
alcohol was starting to go to his head. Grawdo was sweating and kept
leaving out large belches. He shot his arrows, then taking his 10th, 11th,
and 12th shot. Ederickson stood there. He knew this was the round that
Carrick never got through. He was swaying a bit. He shook his head to clear
his vision. He grabbed his first arrow and shot it. Light one went out. He
quickly fired his second arrow. Light two went out. He grabbed his third
arrow and shot it. The silence was so thick; you could hear the arrow slice
right through it. Then thud, it hit the wall that the candles were up
against. The candle remained burning.
	"Ha, this is my round," laughed Grawdo. All Grawdo had to do was
get all three candles out and take a shot and he won the challenge. He took
his aim and fired the shot. Candle number one was extinguished. He shot
arrow two and within a second, candle number two was out. He aimed and
fired his last arrow. The silence was just as thick. Everyone was holding
their breaths as the arrow soared through the darkness towards it
target. The deafly silence was broken with a rupture of cheers as the third
candle went out.
	Carrick fell to his knees. "Always the third candle in the 13th
round," he mumbled to himself.
	Grawdo took his prize money from Ederickson, 5 gold pieces. "Now I
think I will go to Gallick's for a little action." He then stumbled off
into the darkness.
	Ederickson picked up his drunken friend and turned himself into a
crutch for him. He saw a bar maid standing by. "Is there an Inn nearby?"
	"Well, Honey, you have three choices. If you are looking for a
little female action tonight, you can go to Sweet Sue's. If you want a
little boy action, you can go to Gallick's, up the road a bit. If you are
looking for a good night sleep, there is the Dusty Road Motel on the other
side of town."
	"Thank you," he then started to carry his long lost friend towards
the Dusty Road. Then he stopped and turned towards the barmaid. "Did you
say boy action?"
	"Yeah, if you like bed partners who are boys under 17, Gallick's is
your place."
	"Thanks." Ederickson then proceeded to Dusty Road and got a room
with two single beds. He let his friend pass out in one bed and decided to
go check out Gallick's. He's been searching for Carrick for over a
month. He told Moore he would be home shortly, but it didn't work out
according to plan. But now that he has found his friend, he can now return
to the Keeper's house and maybe bring a slave or two with him. He never did
stop at the processing plant like he had originally planned.
	He walked into the castle like house of Gallick's. Sitting at the
front desk was Gallick himself, counting the gold coins that were given to
him just moments before. Ederickson recognized one of the coins because of
a scratch that was on it. He had given that coin to Grawdo earlier in the
night.
	"What can I do for you?"
	Ederickson felt uneasy in this place. He definitely wants to help a
slave escape, but he had to be careful who he chose. "I like a boy," he
replied.
	"Very well. You can have one until tomorrow morning."
	"How much?"
	"Depends what you want. First of all, how old you like them?"
	"13ish?"
	"I have one 13 boy left for tonight. The only thing is that he is a
red head, so there for he is my most expensive boy. But you will get your
money well out of him."
	"How much?'
	"10 gold pieces."
	"Look, let's just save time and make it 7 gold pieces. Because I
will say 5, you will say 9, then I will go to 6, and you will go to 8, and
then I will go to 7 and you will agree."
	"Sorry Mister. There is no haggling here. All prices are set in
stone."
	"10 pieces, this boy better be worth it."
	"Oh, he is," said Gallick as he held out his hand and 10 gold coins
dropped into it.
	There was some screaming and yelling up stairs. "Damn it," yelled
Gallick. "Wait here, I will be right back." He stormed up the stairs. A few
minutes later he came back down. "Sorry for that. One of my costumers got
out of hand. I should of known better then to let his drunken arse in here,
but money always talk. Now, if you don't mind, just go up the stairs, turn
left and it's the first door on the right. His name is Joshua."
	Ederickson went to the top of the stairs. He heard some crying at
the other end of the hall. He made sure no one was following him and
decided to take a peak. He looked in the cracked door. Lying in bed was a
redhead holding and rocking another young boy with blondish-brown hair. The
boy being cradled was crying. He had a bloody nose, fat lip, and his eyes
were turning black and blue. The sheets were stained with blood. Then he
heard the redhead begin to sing a sweet melody.

Hush hush Stephen, 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

	"That's a sweet song kid. You believe in the Sandman?"
	Joshua looked up surprised. He didn't realize someone was watching
him. "Uh, yes Sir I do. And I hope he takes my friend here soon, because
now that he is beaten up, he will be sent to the mines, like Danny was."
	"What's your name?"
	"Joshua,"
	"Joshua, I just paid the rat face looking man 10 gold coins to be
with you tonight."
	"Mister, I try to please my customers so I don't get beaten myself,
but don't make me leave him. He needs me now." Joshua began sobbing.
	"What are you doing here?" asked Gallick as he snuck up behind
Ederickson.
	"I went to the room you told me too and my boy was missing. I found
him in here."
	"So he has come out of his bedroom. Back to your room, Joshua, you
have a job to do."
	"Please Master Gallick, not tonight. I don't want to leave
Stephen."
	"Never mind him; he's worthless to me now. I knew I should have
taken care of Grawdo last time he was here. Now he just cost me another
boy."
	"I tell you what Gallick. Let me stay in this room tonight. I will
even give you an extra gold coin."
	"But that boy is no good now."
	"Maybe so, but I just want Joshua comfortable when I make love to
him tonight and I know his mind won't be on his business if he is not here
with his friend."
	"The boy cost me 50 gold coins. Tonight was his first fuck and
probably his last. So I am out 40 gold coins."
	"If you expect me to pay 40 gold coins for the boy, you're
mistaken."
	"Nah, give me 3 gold coins and you can spend the night in this
room."
	Ederickson opened his purse. "Sorry I only have 2 coins left."
	"Good enough," Gallick snatched them out of Ederickson hand and
left, shutting the door behind him.
	Joshua stood up and removed his white robe. He just wanted to get
his business done with, so he could lay next to Stephen.
	"What are you doing?" asked Ederickson.
	"Getting ready for whatever you want."
	"Look, Joshua. I'm not here to have sex with you. I am just here to
case the joint."
	"You're a thief?"
	"You can say that."
	"Master Gallick doesn't like thieves. The last person who tried
stealing his money from him found his hand flopping around on the dirt
ground.
	"I'm not here to steal his money. I am here to steel you."
	"What?"
	"Joshua, I asked you earlier if you believe in the Sandman."
	Joshua's mouth dropped and his eyes widen. "You mean?"
	"Yes, I am he."
	"My prayers finally answered. I know you only take one boy at a
time, please don't take me. Take Stephen here. I don't want him to go
working in the mines. It will just kill him."
	"Don't worry Joshua. I'll take both of you."
	"You will?" Joshua's eyes were light up like it was Christmas
morning.
	"First of all, let me see how bad, Stephen is. Stephen, this is the
Sandman, can you move?"
	Stephen sat up in pain. He nodded his swollen face. "Take me with
you."
	"I will my child, I will."
	"Sandman, you have to make love to me," said Joshua.
	"I don't want too. I am not here for that."
	"Look, in a few minutes, Master Gallick will be looking through a
peep whole. If might arouse suspicion if he doesn't see us do anything."
	This wasn't what he had planned. Joshua then shot him a warning
look. The small peep hole was now occupied. The Sandman walked over to the
young boy and against what he believed in, he hugged the boy. He let his
lips touch Joshua and he begin kissing the naked boy, kissing him deep and
passionate.

To Be Continued..

I hope you like Chapter 2. Please let me know if you feel I should continue
on with this story. I do hope you all like it. You can always send me
feedback, both positive and negative, at bentedcol@aol.com. Thanks for
reading!!- Ben