Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2003 21:11:40 -0400 From: Bentedcol@aol.com Subject: The Sandman Chapter 3 This story contains boy on boy sex and boy on man sex. If this kind of material offends you, please don't read. If this material is illegal to read in your area, or you are under the age of 18, please don't read. This story is completely fiction and is copyrighted. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. The Sandman Chapter 3 The Sandman's closed his eyes and kissed Joshua. He felt Joshua's tongue pry his lips loose and slip in, mingling with his tongue. The Sandman gently rubbed the smooth bare skin of the young boy's back. This was all new to him, making love to a boy. He had some wild nights at whorehouses and one night stands here and there with women, but never a man, let alone a boy. Then something happened, he didn't expect. He felt stirrings going one down below in his pants. He had to reach and down and readjust himself. Joshua broke the kiss and looked up at him with his beautiful eyes. Joshua began undoing the Sandman's belt and unbuttons the buttons on his shirt. For first time in a couple of years, he was quivering and anxious about having sex. It was like his first time all over again. Most of the time when he had sex, it was just the motions he went through, but somehow this was different. He wasn't sure if it was because he knew he and Stephen were going to be rescued, or if there was something much more. Something that he had never felt before. Joshua took off the Sandman's shirt and the Sandman picked Joshua up and laid him down on the bed. He immediately started to kiss Joshua once again, losing himself in the strange feelings he had instantly developed for the young lad. Joshua ran his hands up and down the Sandman's body. The Sandman moved his tongue down to the young boys pink nipples. He began gently tickling them with the tip of his tongue and then blowing light kisses on them. Joshua had chills go through his body like wildfire. He looked down and saw the man paying equal attention to both of his nipples. He could see that his own tool was slimy with leakage. For the first time, he wanted his customer to fuck him. Joshua laughed as the Sandman's beard rubbed along his smooth belly. Then he let out a gasp as the Sandman took his entire member into his mouth. His hips bucked a bit. He could feel the Sandman's tongue clean the leakage from his slit in his head. Joshua whimpered out some soft moans as he was falling into the realm of ecstasy. The sandman stopped and looked up at the boy. The boy shot him a look like "why did you stop?'. "How far have you gone with your customers?" "All the way. They were never really finished until they placed their penis in my hole." "Have you ever placed your penis in a hole?" "No Sir." "I never had a penis in my hole, so maybe we can help each other out. Would you like that?" Joshua didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and shot the Sandman a look of compassion. A look of love. A look that he never gave anyone else before. The Sandman took off his pants, exposing his hard member. With Joshua still on his back, the Sandman straddle him and held Joshua's penis up straight. He felt the combination of Joshua's precum and his own saliva touch the gate to his hole. He slowly lowered himself onto the boy. Joshua let out a moan of pleasure. Soon, the Sandman's cheeks were resting upon the bare base of Joshua's Cock. The sandman started to ride Joshua ever so gently. Joshua started to shake. He had had orgasms before, but the one he was about to have was the more intense and most pleasurable he had ever had. After about the fourth drop down onto Joshua's dick, Joshua let out a loud moan and shot his load, a full load, the biggest load, into the bowels of the Sandman. He was huffing and puffing and his heart was running rapids. He was shaking like a leaf. That was the best orgasm he had ever had. "Do me now?" asked Joshua with emotion in his voice. The sandman wiped his crack, filling his hand with excess leakage of Joshua's white creamy boy seed. He then wiped it onto the rosebud of Joshua's rear end. He propped Joshua's legs over his shoulders and slowly slid his cock into the boy pussy. Joshua moaned and pulled the Sandman closer to him. For the first time, he actually liked the feeling of a man's cock in him. He didn't know why this was different from the others, but it was. The sandman began to slowly pump in and out. With he thrust he gained some momentum and speed. He started to pound the boy, but slowed down thinking he might hurt him. "No, don't stop, harder," said Joshua. The Sandman began slamming his cock hard into Joshua's ass. With he thrust, Joshua left out a moan and groan, but kept encouraging the Sandman to go harder, faster and deeper. With one last thrust, the Sandman's body stiffened up as his cock erupted in Joshua. Joshua could feel his insides being filled up with the cum of the Sandman. He pulled the Sandman close to him and they kissed passionately for a long time. Without pulling out, they managed to roll over where Joshua was now laying on top of the Sandman, with the Sandman's dick still in him. He laid on the chest as best as he could and soon both of them were sound asleep in each other's arms. The Sandman woke up as the sun's arms tickled his nose and the rooster warned him that it was morning. He looked down and saw that Joshua was curled up on his right side next to him and Stephen was curled up on his left side. He had forgotten all about Stephen. He tried to remember if Stephen was in bed when he made love to Joshua, but he was so engross in the feelings and emotions that were going through his body last night, that he couldn't remember. Without disturbing either boy, he got up and got dressed. He kissed both boys on the forehead and whispered "I'll be back. I promise." The Sandman walked outside and took in a big batch of fresh air. He looked and saw a man laying in a wheel barrow. The man's pants were pulled down to his ankles. The Sandman looked closely and saw that the man's sack was cut and empty. It was just a hunk of skin just hanging there. He wondered what happen to the man's balls. Then he looked at the guy's face and that answered his question. The man's eyeballs were replaced by his testicles. Then it dawned on him. He had seen that face before. Last night at the Kipper Challenge. It was Grawdo. "That's what happens when you don't heed to my warnings," said Gallick as he came up behind the Sandman. "Is that the man who hurt Stephen?" "That it be. He hurt one of my boys a few weeks ago. I had to sell him to the mines. By the time he would have healed completely, I would have lost a lot of money. It's easier and more profitable by selling him and getting a new boy." "What are you going to do with Stephen?" "When he is strong enough to move, I will take him to the mines and see if I can get a good price on him." "I see. When do you think that will be?" "Why you ask? You want to buy him?" "I used the last of my money last night. I won't be able to afford him," said the Sandman. "Grawdo got a warning when he beat up the first boy. Now he's dead because he didn't listen to it. Take a look, a good look at him and consider this your warning." "I am afraid I don't follow you. I didn't beat up your boys last night." "No you didn't. But I saw the way you looked at Joshua. Also know that you are Smuggling Sam Ederickson. If you try to steal my any of my boys, you will face the same fate as Grawdo here. Don't make the same mistake as him, listen to your warning." "I'll listen to it alright. Now, I have to be going. Maybe we can do business again in the future. By the way, if I do come up with enough money, how much will you sell Stephen for and when?" "30 gold pieces by sunset the day after tomorrow. Because the next morning, I will be making the trip to the mines and the processing plant." "25 gold pieces and give me until that morning." "I'll give you until that morning, but my price is non negotiable." "Deal." Sandman started to leave. "And remember Smuggling Sam, I always carry out my warnings." The Sandman didn't pay any attention and hopped on his horse, Storm and road off down the road. The Sandman was heading back in town. His horse came to a screeching halt. Along the trail were several Wonchoos, a very poisonous reptile. The horse was getting excited and scared. "Easy Girl," said the Sandman as he tried to calm her. One of the Wonchoos jumped towards Storm, spooking her into for run. "Whoa," he yelled but she wasn't listening to her rider. She ran around a blind corner and KLUNK!!!. The Sandman hit his head on a branch crossing the trail. He was thrown off his horn and fell hard to the ground. He looked around and there was a Wonchoo staring him down. This Wonchoo had to be the King of its pack. The Wonchoos traveled together like wolves. Most of them are about a foot long, but the King was always the biggest. They had a snake's body, lizard's feet and an iguana's head. Two very long and sharp fangs stuck out. Its eyes were blood red and drool was dripping out of its mouth. The skin was scaly and it blended in with the trail like a chameleon. The Sandman didn't break eye contact with him. He slowly grabbed his sword. He heard something down the trail. It was Storm. She had come back for her rider. This was unusual for a horse after being spooked. The Sandman drew his sword and slayed the Wonchoo, but another one jumped out of the bushes and bore its venomous teeth into his arm. He screamed with pain. He stumbled to his horse, forced himself on her and road off. ***** Carrick sat in Indian style on his bed at the inn. He held a small wooden flute that he had made himself sometime again. He played a sweet lullaby. He could never remember the words to the lullaby, but he knew it had something to do with the Sandman. He jumped up out of bed, ignoring his headache, when the Sandman came tumbling through the door and falling hard to the floor. He was sweating protrusiously, very pale and his vision was blurred very badly. "Sam!!!" yelled Carrick. He quickly went to his long time friend and helped him into bed. He looked at his arm that was all pussy and swollen. "Wonchoo bite. Damn!!! Alright, come on buddy, we need to get you some help if you want to see what tomorrow looks like. I just hope I'm not too late." Carrick threw Ederickson over his shoulders into a fireman's carry and ran out side. He threw him onto his own brown and white horse named "Whisky". He then took off like a bat out of hell. He ended up at a small house on a large farm. "Milo!!!!" he yelled as he took Ederickson off the horse. "Milo, help!!!!" An old man by the name of Milo Jenkins, came out. He had white puffy hair above his ears and the back of his neck, but bald on top. He had thick side burns and a bushy white beard, but no mustache. "Arson Annie, what happen?" he yelled as Carrick ran into the house. "Wonchoo bite," he said laying him on the dining room table. Milo immediately looked at the bite. "Not good. Tim, go fetch my pouch with my Ambrous weed in it. Billy and Doug, I need lots of water. Scott build me a fire and you Ben, I need some horse manure. Now hurry. We don't have much time." The five boys that came from down stairs ran to do their tasks. Tim ran out side and into a small hut. There were all sorts of roots, herbs and vegetations lying around. Tim looked for the pouch with the Ambrous weed in it. Tim was only five feet tall. He was the smallest of the five boys, but the toughest. He was 15 years old. He had brown hair that was cut short on the sides and a little long on top. His brown eyes sparkled with compassion. He ran back inside and gave his pouch to Milo. "Here you go, Gramps," said Tim. Milo immediately began applying the orange weed onto the cut. He took a knife and began cutting away the puss. Ederickson was in a delirious state. Carrick was putting cold compresses on his forward, trying to help break the fever. Ederickson reached up with his good arm and pulled Carrick close to him. "Carrick, do me a favor." "Shhh, Sam. Save your energy," said Carrick. "Two boys at Gallick's. Stephen and Joshua." Ederickson was having a hard time breathing and getting his words out. "What about them?" "They need the Sandman by tomorrow." Ederickson then passed out. "Here's the horses poop, said Ben as he brought in a wooden bucket with brown smelly stuff in it. Ben was 5'3". He had dirty blonde hair that if it was looked at under the right light, you would see reddish highlights. His eyes were bluish-green and had many freckles painted on his face. "Good, now go help with the water," said Milo to the 14 year old who just brought him the horses manure. Billy and Doug were pushing an empty wooden barrel into the house. Once inside, they grabbed buckets and ran out to the barrel on the porch and started to fill the barrel inside the house next to the table. Tim and Ben both grabbed buckets and started to help. Billy was the tallest of the five boys. He was 5'7" and had a swimmer's built. He was by far the strongest, but Tim could give him a run for his money. Billy was also the oldest. He was 15 like Tim, but Billy was born before Tim. He had blonde hair and green eyes that would make anyone stop to admire this hot looking young man. Doug was the baby of the five boys. He was only 13. He had brown hair and brown eyes and slender. He was about 5'2" tall and had cute dimples when he smiled. Scott just got the fire going. He brushed his hands off and blew into it to make it blaze a bit stronger. He had helped Milo once before with a Wonchoo bite, so he immediately put a black caldron over the fire with water in it. He went and grabbed the bucket with horse manure and dumped it in the water, stirring it constantly. Scott was 14 years old. He had blondish brown hair and hazel eyes. He was almost as tall as Billy, but not as built. He had an awkward, quirky smile and was a bit on the lanky side. The next several hours were crucial. Carrick just watched as Milo and the boys went to work on his lifetime friend. Not able to take the site anymore, he went outside and sat in a rocking chair on the porch. He broke out his flute and began playing it, trying to ease his mind. Milo came out, exhausted. "How is he?" said Carrick as he stood up. "I think we got most of the poison out. It was a close call, but I think your friend will be alright." "When will we know for sure?" "If he can hang in there for 72 hours, he has it licked. But we have to keep a close eye on him and continue to keep his body wet with the water and place the manure and ambrous mixture on it every hour. If he goes into convulsions, then he only has a 2% chance of surviving." "I'm here if you need me." "I will need you to watch him during the night when the rest of us sleep. Billy will get up extra early to relieve you." "That's fine." "Carrick, what do you know about your friend?" "Both of us worked for a crime lord on the other side of the ocean since we were about 8 years old. Then when we hit 18 or 19, we screwed up and fled for our lives. We came to this land after 8 months of sailing on a life sucking ocean. We started off together, but then we went our separate ways about 2 years ago. I saw him last night for the first time since we went our own ways." "I see. Did he say anything to you about what he has been doing the past two years?" "No, we didn't get a chance to talk. All he told me is that he had a favor to ask me." "What was that favor?" "I don't know, he didn't ask me it." "Before your friend passed out, he told you that someone needed the Sandman. Does that mean anything to you?" Carrick shook his head. "Not a thing, why?" "Do you know who the Sandman is?" "Can't say I do." "The Sandman rescues child slaves and gives them a clean start with a real family. He's been doing this for over 60 years." "What does this have to do with Sam?" "Nothing maybe. But something tells me he is the Sandman." Carrick laughed. "That can't be. Sam isn't in his 60's. He is only in his mid 30's like me." "But the Sandman is a job passed down from one person to another over the years." "Were you a Sandman?" asked Carrick who was now taking interest in what Milo was saying. "No, I was never a Sandman. But I knew the Sandman. Matter of fact, he brought me all of my boys. All five of them were bed partners, but the Sandman rescued them and brought them to me. Matter of fact, he brought me many boys and girls and I removed their mark. But those five boys took a special place in my heart. I never had children of my own, so I treat them like my own kids. I never had sex with them, but I love them as if they were my own flesh and blood." "What happened to the Sandman that brought you your boys?" "When he brought me my last boy, Doug, he collapsed on this porch. He was dying for a good year, but he kept playing the role of The Sandman. But when he knew his time was coming to an end, he passed the legend down to another man. I had heard that the man was found dead along a smuggling road. Colonel Mosk and his men found the body. They suspect he was the Sandman, but couldn't be sure. When I heard this, I was afraid that the legend had died, but when your friend said that those boys at Gallick's need the Sandman by tomorrow, I suspect that he now carries the torch." "That's crazy. I can't picture him doing something out of the act of kindness, unless he is getting a price for it." "The Sandman gets no price." This is ridiculous. How are we to be sure that he is the Sandman?" "Ride to Gallick's. Look up this Stephen and Joshua. Maybe they can tell you something." "Alright, I just hope you're right about this. I'll go now." "Do you have any money?" "No, I lost it last night." "Here are 20 gold coins. Use it wisely." "What will I need this for?" "Gallick is crafty and sneaky. He loves his money. Go undercover. See what you can find out." "Alright, I'll be back soon. Just watch over my friend." Carrick jumped onto his horse and headed down the road. ***** "Bog, I need you to ensure the steam room is working. Fara wants to take Joshua there in a few minutes. After that, report back to me," said Gallick to one of his adult henchman. Carrick walked in and accidentally bumped into Bog. He saw a certain look about his eyes. His eyes were small and beady. "May I help you?" asked Gallick, sitting behind his desk. "Uh, yeah. I believe a friend of mine was here last night. He recommended your place," said Carrick, who had his bow bag and arrow sling over his back. "Good, good. So you want a boy?" "Uh, yes my friend." "I can't help you. I am all sold out tonight." "That's too bad. My friend recommended Joshua and Stephen," "Oh he did, did he? Well, Joshua already has a costumer and Stephen is in no shape." "What's wrong with him?" "He is just not in any condition, that's all." "Why?" "I had a costumer that didn't respect his looks," "I tell you what. I trust my friend's judgment. I'll give you 2 gold pieces just to look at the boy and if I like what I see I will give you an additional 3 gold pieces." "Make it 5 gold pieces to see and 5 more for action." "How about 4 and 4?" "Deal, come on, follow me." Gallick lead up Carrick up the stairs and to Stephen's room. He opened the door. Sitting on the bed in a white rob was Stephen. His face was black and blue and swollen. Carrick's heart bled for the boy. Carrick felt something he never felt before in his stomach. If his friend was the Sandman, he could see why he would do this without pay. "Alright, you saw, now give me your 4 gold pieces." Carrick reached in gave him his four pieces. "Here, he might not be the best looking, but I do need to relieve myself. Here is the other 4 gold pieces." "Excellent," said Gallick. He had Carrick step in the room and then he shut the door and went to lock up his money. "Stephen?" "Yeah, you're not gonna hit me are you?" Carrick smiled. "No, I won't hit you. I won't even lay a sexual touch upon your body." "Why?" "I just want to ask you some questions. Was anyone here last night?" "A customer. He slept with Joshua here with me. He didn't do anything with me." "What was his name?" "I don't know," said Stephen as he looked away. "You don't know or you won't say?" The boy didn't answer. "Look, I am the Sandman's friend. I am here to help you and Joshua." "You know the Sandman?" "Was it the man you saw last night?" The boy didn't answer the question. "Stephen, you can trust me. I know it's hard to trust a stranger, but I bring no harm to you." "But how do I know you won't try to capture the Sandman?" "So it was him. Look, the Sandman was injured this morning. He was bitten by a Wonchoo. But he should be all right. We will know for sure after 3 days." "But he told Master Gallick that he might buy me before Master Gallick takes me to the mines. By the time he gets better, I will be gone." "You're not going to no mines. I will see about that." Stephen moved in pain to Carrick and started to undo his belt and pants. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Stephen cast him a strange look and quickly pulled out Carrick's floppy cock. He immediately began sucking on it. Stephen felt the 8 inch uncut member grow in his mouth. Carrick wasn't quite sure what to make of all of this. He looked at the direction where Stephen pointed to with his eyes before taking his cock into his mouth. Carrick saw two beady eyes peaking through two small holes I the wall. They were the eyes that he first saw when he came here. "I can't put you through this to save my hide," said Carrick. He was never really to start anything, but once in awhile he couldn't help himself. He reached over his back and grabbed his bow and two arrows. All in one breath, he aimed both arrows at the peep holes and let them rip through the air. A scream of agony roared through the place as each arrow simultaneously entered a hole. "Come on Stephen, I am taking you to the Sandman." He picked up Stephen and ran out into the hall. Bog came running out from the room next door. Blood was flowing down his face. He was holding onto the arrows that were stuck in his eyes. Then he fell dead. Stephen and Carrick ran to the stairs, but saw Gallick coming up to see what the screaming was about. He quickly pulled Stephen in a different direction. They ran to the end of the hall to a window. He placed Stephen on his back and immediately began climbing out the window onto a nearby tree. When he got to the ground, he was surrounded by five henchmen. "Hello boys, nice of you to greet me." He quickly shot off two arrows and killing two of them before he pulled his sword and began fighting the other three. "Stephen, run!!!" Stephen ran off into the darkness. Carrick fault brilliantly, killing one more Henchman. But he knew he was over his head. He ran into the opposite direction as Stephen did, hoping to out run them. Stephen ran into a little stone hut. He had a hard time breathing in there, because of all the steam. In the corner of the steam was a small bowl of water with very hot rocks in it to create the steam. "Hey, I got the steam room," bellowed the voice of Fara. Stephen could see a naked man sitting on a wooden bench. In between his legs was a red head sucking on his tool. Joshua stopped to see who came in. "Stephen?" "The Sandman's friend his trying to save us, but he didn't do so good." "The Sandman?" said Fara. "There is a 1000 gold piece bounty on him." He stood up and began to walk towards the door. Joshua stuck his foot out and tripped the man. He fell face forward into the hot rocks. He bellowed in pain. "Come on Stephen, let's get out of here." The boys ran out of the steam room. Only to be greeted by Gallick. "And where do you boys think you're going?" "Stop those little bastards," said Fara as he came out with blisters on his face. "To a family," said Joshua. He then kicked Gallick in the balls and grabbed onto Stephen's hand and ran towards the forest. Carrick watched from a distance the boys disappear into the darken woods, as he fought off the two henchmen. Then he felt a sudden blow on his head and darkness overtaken him. ***** "Good morning, Mr. Carrick," said Colonel Mosk. Carrick woke up to a throbbing headache. He found himself in a cell with his arms chained above his head on a stone wall. "Where am I?" he groaned. "You are at the slave retriever's dungeon. Now where are the two bed partners that escaped last night? Where were they headed?" "Fuck you, you pig," said Carrick. He was glad to know that they managed to escape. He just hoped they didn't get caught. "Now that's not very nice. I pictured you more of a gentlemen." He walked over to Carrick and squeezed Carrick's balls tightly. "Now where are they?" "Did I stutter the first time, or are you hard of hearing?" "So this is the game you want to play. I love to play games. But I think I will give you an hour to decide if you want to play by my rules or yours. I have a tender spot in my heart right now." He then punched Carrick in the gut and left the cell, locking it up tight. Carrick cough and gasp for air. He didn't like Mosk; he had a history with him. An hour later Mosk returned. "Okay Mr. Carrick. Are you ready to play by my rules? Who was that man that slept with the two bed partners the night before they escaped? Is it the Sandman?" Carrick looked up at Mosk. His legs were week and barely keeping him standing. The metal bracelets that were around his wrists were cutting into his skin, causing a stream of blood to run down his arm. "Mosk, you lowly, little warthog. Go fuck yourself and that phantom you work for." "I see Mr. Carrick that you want to play by your rules. I'm for that." He twisted Carrick's body so that his bare back was now facing away from the wall. Mosk took a leather raw hide and swung it hard and firm onto his bad. Carrick roared with pain. "Now, are you ready to talk?" ***** The Sun was high in the sky when Milo returned from town. He had ridden into town to retrieve Storm. But during his visit in town, he heard about the excitement at Gallick's and that Carrick was captured, but two boys managed to escape. "Boys!! Gather around," said Milo. "What is it Gramps?" asked Ben. "How is Sam doing?" "He is sleeping, but the fever had broken," said Scott. "Good, if we are lucky he will gain consciousness by this evening. Now listen up. Two slaves escaped last night from Gallick's. We need to find them before the slave retrievers do. I want, Tim and Scott to take the horses to town, tie them at the stable and head into the woods to see if you can find them. Be careful not be captured yourself. But if you are, you know the routine. Ben and Billy, I want you to stay here and continue to give Ederickson his treatments. We can't let him go into convulsions." "What are you gonna do Gramps?" asked Billy. "Tim and I are going to the Slave Retriever's headquarters to find out the news on Carrick and try to get him out of there. Tim, I know you won't like this, but if my plan works, I need to replace your mark on you." "Whatever Gramps," said Tim. "You know what we need to do, let's go." ***** Doug and Scott made it into the woods. They were listening for any signs of movement or sounds that were unnatural for the domain they were in. They carefully searched the woods, looking in caves, under exposed tree roots, in thick bushes, trying to find Stephen and Joshua. "I got you little bastards!!!" shouted a voice from behind a boulder. Scott and Doug climbed up on the boulder and looked down. They saw a big bald man with a handle bar mustache holding on tight to two boy's hair. "You're going to pay for this your fucker!!!!" "Fara, let go on me!!!" said the redheaded boy. "Oh, I will let go of you, trust me on that. Gallick, I caught the little worms." He yelled. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Doug and Scott turned around and saw a rat face looking man standing behind them. He held a cross bow, pointed right at them. "Gallick," said a frighten Doug. "This must be my lucky day. I came out to find two escaped slaves, but found three." ***** Milo and Tim stood in the waiting room of the Slave Retriever headquarters. Milo wasn't sure if his plan would work or not, but hoped it would. "Mr. Jenkins, I am Captain Boswell, I work with Colonel Mosk. I understand you want to see him?" "Yes, I captured this slave and I was hoping he would give me some reward. Is he around?" "He is busy interrogating right now. But I will take the slave and I am sure the Colonel will get in touch with you in the next couple of days." "No. I am not turning this slave over to anyone but to Colonel Mosk." He put a protective arm around Tim. "Mr. Jenkins, if you do not turn over the slave to me now, I will be forced to arrest you as well." "You can threaten me all you want, but I am not turning him over to anyone but to Mosk." "You leave me with no choice but to arrest you." "Captain Boswell, what seems to be the problem?" said a black hooded man. He had on a black robe with a hood that covered his face. "General Tucker, this is Milo Jenkins. He claims he caught this slave, but he won't turn him over to anyone but Captain Mosk." "Interesting. Mr. Jenkins, please step into my office. You can bring the slave with you," said Tucker. Then he whispered something into Boswell's ear. Milo, Tim and the General went into the dark office. The General sat behind his desk. He took his hood off, but the window behind him caused a silhouette effect, so Milo and Tim couldn't see his face. "Look General. All I want is to turn this slave into Mosk personally. I just want my reward money, that's all." "Dr. Milo Jenkins. How is your medicine farm growing? I hope all the rain we had a few weeks back didn't drown your crops." "My farm is fine." The General stood up and walked over to Tim. Tim couldn't see his face well in the dark, but he looked very pale. Tim couldn't stop staring at his eyes. He never saw eyes that color before. How could one have red eyes? The general pulled Tim's arm, practically out of his socket. He examined the mark. "Dr. Jenkins, this is nice work. Nice work indeed. But this mark is a fake. Now tell me, you're here to rescue Mr. Carrick, aren't you?" "Who's Carrick?" "You don't fool me," said the General. "Seriously General, I don't know what you're talking about. I am just here to return this slave to Mosk." There was a knock at the door. Captain Boswell walked in carrying a red hot fire iron poker. He gave it to the General. Boswell stood behind Milo and held him tightly to keep him from moving. The General grabbed onto Tim and placed the hot iron just centimeters from his face. "Now Dr. Jenkins, unless you want this slave to get a authentic mark, I suggest you talk." ***** Ben finished giving Ederickson his hourly treatment. He turned and saw Billy lying on a fir rug naked. He gave Ben a look of temptation. "Are you horny?" asked Ben as he felt his own stirrings inside him. "You should know better then to ask that question." "We do have an hour to kill before the next treatment," smiled Ben. Billy stood up as Ben walked over to him. Billy helped Ben out of his clothes and then they merged into a passionate kiss. Ben slipped his tongue into Billy's mouth. Their hands were running over each other's smooth body. By this time, Billy's cut 5 « inch cock was rubbing against Ben's hard 5 ¬ cut cock. Ben slipped his hand down and began stroking Billy's cock. Billy left out a small whimper. They knelt down on the rug. The fir was soft on Ben's back. Billy finished kissing Ben's lips and moved to his neck and ears. He then left his tongue glide to Ben's nipples. He nibbled and tickled them wit his tongue. They became hard. Both boys had leakage coming out of their dicks. Billy's tongue rolled down Ben's smooth belly and to the small mound of hair. He blew on the pubic hair to make them dance. This feeling sent chills down Ben's spine. Billy started to lick up and down Ben's cock. Every time he licked the head, he tasted the sweet juice of Ben. Billy let his tongue slide down one last time and onto Ben's balls. He then slid his tongue up under the back of Ben's sack. Billy quivered as Billy hit his sensitive spot. Billy lifted Ben's legs and spread his cheeks apart and began licking that pink rose bud of his. He started to slide his tongue in and out. Billy wiped the precum from his own throbbing dick onto the entrance way of Ben. He propped himself up. Ben could feel the head of Billy's hard cock resting against his entrance to his boy pussy. Then there was a slight pressure and Ben moaned as he felt Billy slide his cock into him. Ben could feel Billy's pubic hairs brush up against his ass cheeks. Billy began to pump slowly and lovingly. He bent down and gave Ben a long, hard, passionate kiss as he thrust his hips into Ben. Ben was thrusting his own hips, to match Billy's rhythm. Billy let out a large grown and he shot his load into Ben. Ben felt himself being filled with Billy's treasure and he pulled him closer to him. "I love you, Billy," he whispered. "I love you Ben," replied Billy. Billy slid out and began sucking on Ben's throbbing member. Slurps and gasps of air could be heard as Billy bobbed his head up and down. Ben was moaning at the pleasure. "Almost there!!" said Ben in pleasure. All of a sudden, chairs next to the table were kicked on the floor. Billy took Ben's dick out of his mouth to see what happen. Ben let his boy seed explode out, four big gobs of his white creamy seed shot onto Billy's face. Both boys's looked at the table where all the rumbling was coming form. "Oh shit, Ederickson is going into convulsions!!!" said Billy. To Be Continued..... I hope you liked this chapter. I apologize that this story isn't coming out as fast as The Last Resort did, but free time hardly exist anymore on my hectic schedule. But I will keep doing my best to get this pumped out. Please let me know what you think. I like to hear from you, both with good and bad feedback. Thanks. -Ben