Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 21:52:03 -0700
From: The Storyteller <mail@boytales.com>
Subject: Zhentilar Boys Chapter 2

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WARNING!
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The following is a BoyLove fantasy (Wizards, Magic and BOYS) story, and as
such it contains ADULT subject matter that may be objectionable to some
readers.  If you are offended by Man/Boy love, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.  If
you are under 18 years of age DO NOT READ THIS STORY.  The author DOES NOT
encourage or suggest illegal behavior of any kind.

This story is pure fiction; any resemblance to persons or events in real
life is purely coincidental.  This story is intended as ADULT entertainment
ONLY.

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The Zhentarim

Copyright 1999 by The Storyteller

Zhentilar Boys

Book 1

Chapter 2

Var turned to Draza and whispered, "He's probably in one of the other
rooms."

He left the little cell and headed for the room directly to the right.
Draza decided to start with the one on the left, and Tarin followed him
like a puppy.

As Var visited each room he rousted it's occupant and told him or her to
gather in the center of the chamber.  Draza followed his example and did
the same although he got a much quicker response when rousting the sleeping
children due in part to his size and the fact that he was a stranger.

When all of the rooms had been checked, they looked over the small group
and Draza said, "Karsten is missing but the twins are here; the two girls
were too far away for me to see clearly so I don't know if any of the girls
are missing."  Draza declared.

There were five boys and three girls gathered in the center of the chamber.

Var looked to one of the boys and said, "Corann, get Brynja and bring her
here at once."

"Yes master," Corann chirped as he bowed his head and then ran off.

"Kristen, you wake Rurik and have him meet me upstairs by the main entry
then return here."

"Yes Master," he replied and was gone.

"How many are missing?" Draza asked.

"Just Karsten; hopefully he is still in the Keep somewhere."

"If he left the Keep I doubt it was voluntary, he wouldn't last more than a
few minutes in that weather," Draza mussed.

"Good point, let's just hope that is not the case, I do NOT want anything
to happen to that boy.  He is always so kind and obedient,"

"Ooh, precious little Karsten!" Tarin chimed mockingly, dancing around a
little.  He looked so cute as he wriggled his butt.

Instantly Var turned to Tarin who was standing right next to Draza, his
eyes flared red and his slender eagle-claw hands came out of his robes.
Blue lightning flew from his fingertips toward Tarin.  The boy instantly
raised his hands up in front of himself, palms out.

"NO MASTER" Tarin screamed falling to the ground at the Wizard's feet.

In the same instant, Draza's sword was out, intercepting the blast before
it could reach the boy who was now groveling on the cold stone floor.  The
giant's quickness was legendary but those who had yet to experience it were
always stunned when they saw it.  The sword absorbed the magic and the huge
ruby flared bright red then went dark.

Draza reached down, and, with one hand, grabbed a fist-full of Tarin's
skimpy tunic and raised him up in mid air.  Tarin's body was so stiff with
fear and shock that his limbs held their position, making him look like a
levitating dog.  His tunic barely covered his soft butt as it was so when
Draza lifted him his weight caused the tunic to pull all the way up past
his now bare butt and bunch up at the rope around his waist.

Despite his anger, Var just couldn't help it and he burst out in cackling
laughter; part of his problem was that he was just plain exhausted.

"Put your feet down," Draza said to the boy and lowered him back on his
feet.

At that moment Brynja walked into the chamber with Corann in tow.

"What in the Dales is go..." her voice trailed off as she saw Draza who had
just released Tarin and was turning toward her.

Var was trying desperately to regain his composure.  The magic had weakened
him and the uncharacteristic laughter made him light-headed.

Brynja quickly took in the strange scene in front of her.  Tarin stood with
his tunic hiked up around his waist; his perfectly formed circumcised penis
hung limp with embarrassment and his firm adolescent legs showed off his
muscles as he shifted from one foot to the other.  He looked troubled and
frightened.  Draza was perfectly composed and appeared as solid as a
granite boulder.  Var, on the other hand, was struggling to get hold of
himself.

"Var - what happened, are you all right?"  Brynja exclaimed with a worried
look on her face as she hurried toward him.

"I'm fine, I was laughing you fool that is all.  Lord Draza, this, by the
way, is Brynja, the boys trainer and a long time friend of mine.  Have you
seen or heard anything unusual tonight?"  Var inquired, quickly returning
his attention to Brynja.

"Other than the scene I just witnessed, no I haven't.  Karsten did seem a
little upset earlier but that is all. Just a moment I'll be right back,"
she said as she moved just outside the chamber and yelled for a guard.
When the guard arrived she ordered him to conduct a search of the lower
levels of the Keep then returned to the conversation.

"You protected and cared for him, Lord Draza, no one has ever treated him
with kindness before."

"You have had a previous encounter with him?"  Var asked Draza.

"He ran into my wagon and I picked him up and carried him into the Inn,
that's all there was to it," Draza insisted.

"That would explain his strange behavior earlier.  Why didn't you tell me
any of this?"  Var said to Brynja.

"This is the first time I've seen you since he told me, besides I didn't
think it was that important that one of the boys got a little upset.
Anyway, he's probably just gone off and hid somewhere down here."

"Well we need to find him before he gets lost, we've wasted enough time
standing around, I'm going upstairs to meet with Rurik.  Draza will you
join me?"

"Of course," Draza said.

"Brynja, keep the children in here and post a guard outside the door, then
continue with your search of the tunnels."

"Very well," she replied.

Draza and Var left the underground barracks and headed for the main
entrance.  They made their third turn through the labyrinth when Draza
stopped short and motioned for silence.

He paused for a moment then, "There - do you hear that?"  He whispered.

Var's eyes narrowed, "Yes I certainly do, sounds like a struggle."

There was another series of muffled sounds down one of the nearby corridors
and both of them headed in that direction.  They traveled about a hundred
feet and the corridor turned sharp left.  They stopped at the turn and
Draza cautiously looked around the corner.  A man was struggling with
someone and heading down the tunnel away from them.  Draza motioned for Var
to follow and quietly headed after the disappearing figure.  As the two of
them approached the man he suddenly turned around to see if anyone was
following him.  He was still about forty or fifty feet ahead of them.  He
swung around pulling his cargo in front of him.  It was Karsten.  Instantly
Draza recognized the man as Fallon.

When Karsten saw Draza he started to struggle and scream wildly.  Fallon
twisted his arm and landed a blow to the boy's side stunning him, then he
shoved him into the stone wall knocking the boy senseless.  He picked
Karsten up in a cradle carry and trundled off down the corridor.

Fallon was fat and terribly out of shape, that combined with the weight of
Karsten slowed him down to little more than a trot.

Draza closed the distance between them quickly.  When he caught up with the
struggling brute, he brought both of his giant hands up and clamped them
around Fallon's throat stopping him in mid stride.  Fallon immediately
dropped Karsten to the stone floor and brought his chubby hands up to his
throat.

When Draza saw Karsten fall to the floor he slammed the barkeep gut-first
into the stone wall almost knocking him unconscious and directed his
attention to Karsten.

Var caught up with them and was gliding over to Fallon, intense rage filled
his eyes and his hands were already out of his robes poised for the attack.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE WIZARD!"  The slaver boomed with a voice that must have
been heard all over the Keep.

He lowered his voice and added, "We need information and I want him to
suffer far more than he has before he meets Cyric (evil god of the
underworld)."

Var's fingertips were sizzling with power but he hadn't let fly yet.

He reluctantly halted his attack.  "Very well, I admit it will be much more
enjoyable and productive to let him suffer as we extract some information
from him," he said through clenched teeth as he carefully extinguished the
incredible power he had summoned in his fury.

Draza slipped one hand behind the boy's neck and shoulders and the other
hand behind his knees and stood up.  He turned around and noticed that Var
and Tarin were standing in front of him.  He held the boy out to Tarin.

"Here, take him for me, I need my hands free." He paused, looking at Tarin
then asked, "Can you hold him for a few minutes?"

"Yes Master, I can," the boy muttered flatly.  He wanted nothing to do with
Karsten at the moment but he was not about to look weak in front of Draza.

Tarin's jealousy of Karsten was growing steadily.  It seemed to him that
Draza took him for granted and couldn't care less what happened to him, yet
Draza seemed almost obsessed with Karsten.

Draza held the boy out in front of him and Tarin extended his arms.  The
moment Karsten's smooth skin contacted his, a wave of euphoric feelings
descended upon him like the smooth caress of a powerful narcotic.  The
boy's weight and the actual physical contact with the warm smooth supple
skin were intoxicating.  This was very confusing to Tarin; he wanted to be
completely detached and uncaring toward the boy and yet at the same time he
wanted to hold him forever, to touch him.

Once his hands were free, Draza extracted a pair of heavy leather strips
from his person and approached Fallon.  He wrenched the man's hands behind
his back and tied them tightly with one strip, and then he tied one end of
the other strip around the man's throat.  Next, he took hold of the strip
that tied his hands and pulled them painfully up toward his neck and tied
the other strip to it.  Fallon was tied so tight that he was either choking
or the pain in his arms was excruciating.

By now Brynja and her two guards arrived.  Draza told her to have someone
watch Fallon and moved down the corridor a ways motioning for Var to follow
him.  Brynja followed as well which was fine with Draza; he liked her
efficient and disciplined style.

"Var, does the Keep have a dungeon where we can properly interrogate that
pathetic sow?  I want to know exactly what he is up to.  We already know he
was trying to get rid of the boy, so why would he be trying to get him
back?" Draza inquired in a low rumbling voice.

"There is a fully equipped dungeon a couple of levels farther down.  I'm
afraid it has not been used since Lord Kier was alive, but as far as I
could tell, the equipment should still be usable."

"Do you remember if there is a pulley or hook set in the ceiling?" Draza
inquired.

"There are several, if I remember right."

"Excellent!  Shall we take the lout on a little tour of the dungeon and
make sure he enjoys the rest of the night?" Draza intoned morbidly.

"That would be delightful," Var purred.

The three of them rejoined the little group.

Var told one of the guards to go upstairs and tell Rurik to meet them in
the dungeon, but before he came, to increase the guard in and around the
Keep and make sure the place was secure.

Draza asked Brynja to take Karsten to his room upstairs and stay with him
until they returned.  He also told her to summon a healer if they had one,
to which she replied that she knew the healing arts and would tend to the
boy.  She and her two guards relieved Tarin of his burden and headed
upstairs.

Var, Tarin, the two guards, and Draza escorted Fallon through the extensive
underground labyrinth to the dungeon.  The corridors became damp and the
air became increasingly stale and cooler as they descended into the
tunnels.  On the dungeon level the walls were crudely carved and rough.

Kier located the keep over the goblin warrens on purpose so that the lower
levels of the Keep could link up with them and provide ample space
underground without having to pay the dwarves to mine the tunnels.  The
underground maze was vast and had not recently been explored but as far as
anyone knew there were only two entrances to the goblin tunnels; one of
them was where the Keep now stood and the other one had been caved in and
sealed long ago.  If there were and other entrances they were long
forgotten.

The little party finally reached a set of thick wooden doors with barred
windows.  Both doors stood ajar.  Inside the doors there was a curved
landing with four steps that led to a huge domed chamber.  At various
intervals along the walls there were single barred doors and more hallways
that led to other areas relating to the dungeon.  As Var had said, the
chamber contained several chains and ropes hanging from the arched ceiling.
A few of the hanging chains were attached to small four-foot cube shaped
cages.

Draza went up the one of these hanging cages and examined it.  The four
sides and top were made of square iron bars spaced less that a handbreadth
apart.  The bars were both horizontal and vertical.  The sheer size of the
cage would have provided a certain level of discomfort but it was the floor
that really made it an effective item of torture.  The floor was made of
two-inch wide strips of iron about a half inch thick attached to which were
hundreds of sharpened spikes that were about a half-inch long.  Once inside
the cage, a person would either have to allow the spikes to penetrate his
flesh and then not move at all or end up a bloody pulp.

"I figured you would find that cage tantalizing," Var said with a devilish
grin.

"You are very perceptive Wizard, it is perfect."

Draza went over to the wooden hand winch that raised and lowered the
apparatus and lowered the cage to the ground.  The mechanism still worked
perfectly and Draza knew that this chamber had been used more recently than
a hundred or more years ago, but he could tell that it probably hadn't been
used in the last five years or so.  This confirmed the Wizard's claim that
he had never used this equipment.  The two guards brought Fallon over to
the cage.

"I am going to ask you a few questions and on the first wrong answer you
are going to spend the rest of the night in that cage, do you understand?"
Roared Draza.

"I'll tell ya whatever ya wanna know jus don put me in that thing," Fallon
choked, his eyes wide with terror.

"Why did you come out here for the boy?"

"A stranger...uh...the one what was at the inn when you was there this
mornin'...he came back and wanted ta know where the brat was.  When I
told'em the kid was gone he said he would give me fifty gold if I found him
so I came to fetch em so's I'd git the gold."  Fallon stuttered.

"Where were you supposed to meet him to deliver the boy and when?"

"Tomorrow midday in the stables at the inn."

"Why did this stranger want the boy?" Var interjected, his eyes narrowing
into slits.

"He didna say, I asked and he told me it was none of my bidness."

"Is Karsten your son?" Draza asked.

"Nay when he was less than a year old a woman came and spoke to me wife and
she took him in, my wife died three winters ago and left me with the kid."

Draza looked at Var and Var tipped his head in agreement to what ever Draza
wanted to do.

"Put the rat in his cage," Draza ordered, looking at the guards.

Fallon yelled and cursed claiming that they had not kept their promise,
swearing that he had told them the truth, but it did him no good.  The two
guards stuffed the fat man into the cage as he continued to yell and scream
in agony as the spikes did their job.  Draza then raised the cage a good
ten feet off the floor and thin trickles of blood dripped from the bottom
of the cage.

Tarin was visibly shaken by the whole business.  He had never witnessed
torture and it upset him deeply to the point of almost making him ill.  In
spite of this, Draza's toughness attracted him to the giant slaver even
more.  The man's strength and power captivated him.

As they were about to leave, Rurik arrived and Var explained the night's
events to his captain of the guard as they all left the dungeon and headed
back to the children's sleeping area.

When they arrived, there was a guard stationed at the entrance just as Var
had ordered.  Inside, the kids were all sitting on a rug in the middle of
the underground courtyard gossiping amongst them about the excitement.

Var ordered the few children who were not part of Draza's group to their
rooms and gathered the others together.

Looking at the little group, Draza realized that something wasn't right.
Then it occurred to him; there were three boys and two girls in the group.
Earlier at the auction he had seen only five kids total, and that included
Karsten.  He wondered if Var had simply made a mistake or if perhaps he
himself hadn't seen one of the children standing at the back of the stage.
No matter, he didn't mind taking an extra boy; it would bring all that much
more money if he sold him.  As he continued his survey of his future
charges, it quickly became obvious that these were not your usual bunch of
slaves.  They were almost perfect in every detail - and well behaved, and
then there was their extraordinary beauty.  They had an innocent
attractiveness that was captivating.  The way they moved and held
themselves, every muscle, every detail, was perfect.  And the
dancing...Ohhhh that dancing.  Words cannot describe the allure of a cute
young boy dancing erotically.

Var didn't want the other boys who were staying at the Keep to listen in as
he told these children their fate, so he and Draza moved with the five kids
to a cavern close to the auction chamber.

Focusing his attention on the children, Var said, "This is Overlord Draza,
he has insisted on choosing all of you despite your inexperience.  He is
your new master."

Var's words hit the innocent young group like an ice bath.  They just stood
there as if frozen in place as the implications of what they had just heard
sunk in.  They had no idea how they were supposed to respond.  In that
instant, their youth and innocence became all too apparent.  They were
frightened and lost.  They were also excited and proud.

Tarin, however, was NOT pleased with this new addition to the slaver's
entourage.  He was tired, and he was cranky, and he was certainly in no
mood to deal with little brats. He kept insisting to himself that he didn't
like the kids.  That they were, in fact, nothing more than a nuisance; that
his discomfort was not due to jealously or love but to sheer annoyance.
Why does he want them when he has me?  Does this mean that I am nothing to
him?  Then why did he pic me?  Were among the troubling questions running
through his mind.

Noticing Tarin's discomfort, Var smiled, sighed, and reached out slowly
with his thin power burned hands and ever so gently took Tarin's smooth
chin and cheek in three fingers and tipped the beautiful boy's head up to
look directly in his eyes. "Lord Draza, your boy here is very tired and I
suspect you are as well.  Why don't you retire to your chambers and make
yourselves comfortable.  I will finish with the children here and join you
in your chambers shortly and we can talk!"  The Wizard suggested wearily.

Draza looked at Tarin and suddenly felt very possessive of the boy.  To
hide his inner turmoil, he adopted a rather harsh stance.  "That is an
excellent idea.  Do hurry or you may well find me asleep.  Come boy, we
shall leave the old Wizard to his sordid deeds.  I trust you know the way
out of here?"  He said, raising one eyebrow sarcastically.

"SORDID DEEDS INDEED...and just WHO are you calling old?"  The Wizard
chided with a thin smile.

As Draza and Tarin made their way back to the room, Draza thought about the
day's events and the Wizard he had just met.  Thinking of Var brought a
smile to his characteristically stern countenance.  He liked the sly old
spell caster, but more importantly, he TRUSTED him, which was a rare thing
for a Zhentarim.  The Wizard had several opportunities to betray Draza and
yet he had done the opposite, exhibiting an interest in the big man's
welfare, even to the point of giving Draza one of his personal boys.  A boy
that he knew Var was very close to.  Because of this single act, Draza had
no doubt that Var trusted him. The feeling was mutual.

Then it hit him.  The barkeep had revealed that the stranger had put him up
to the attempted kidnapping, and while Draza new better than to believe the
words of a scoundrel like Fallon, he also knew that the Barkeep had no
motive to attempt the act for himself.  Especially since Fallon wanted to
be rid of the boy in the first place.  No, Fallon was most likely on the
level about the stranger and since the mystery man had tried to poison him,
something was definitely brewing under the surface, and the more he thought
about it, the more things pointed to the stranger.  He made a mental note
to make sure he mentioned the poisoning incident to Var and see if Var
might be able to shed some light on the subject.

When Tarin and Draza arrived back at the room, there were four guards
stationed outside.  They bowed as one and moved to either side of the heavy
door.  "My Lord," they intoned.  All four of them were heavily armed and
armored.

Draza was a commander and as such he automatically took control of things
wherever he went, this was no exception even though they were not his men.
"I am expecting your master shortly, see to it that NO ONE else disturbs me
this night."

"Of Course My Lord," they replied crisply.

Inside the room Brynja knelt next to Karsten who lay on two huge floor
pillows that had been placed together and covered with a thick fur blanket.
Brynja blocked Draza's view of the angelic form on the pillows so Draza
moved next to Karsten on the opposite side of Brynja.

Karsten was laying face down with his little hands slightly above his head
and out to the sides, his fingers held in a loose half fist.  He was
breathing slowly and evenly.  He was completely naked; the raging fire that
Brynja had stoked in the hearth cast a warm golden glow on the boy's soft
lightly oiled skin.  Karsten's bare legs were lithe and muscular but still
very supple.  They were close together and formed a very steep 'V' ending
with the little feet. The tendons in the back of each knee were visible and
his little feet and perfectly shaped toes were pointed straight down,
causing the skin on the soles to wrinkle slightly.  His thighs were meaty
with no trace of fat and were topped by soft well-rounded butt cheeks that
with the natural curve of the boy's perfect spine were pushed up slightly.
The little boy-butt was exquisitely formed and evenly tanned, not overly
padded or flabby and not flat or bony, just firm, soft boy-muscle with a
curved crease where the large muscle met the top of the thigh.  The top of
the boy's butt curved down and flowed perfectly into the base of his lower
back.  There wasn't a trace of flab or bone; the back was firm with
youthful muscle, yet flexible and lithe.  Right in the exact middle of the
small of the back was a valley where the skin almost met the spine giving
Karsten's back a nice flowing curve.  In the position that the boy was
laying, his shoulder blades were visible and they accentuated his square
athletic shoulders.  Even at such a young age, Karsten's torso was
beginning to form a perfect little "V" from just under his arms to his
waist.  Karsten's medium blond shoulder length hair created a silky mane
that gleamed in the firelight from the hearth.

Draza was mesmerized, though he fought to conceal it, and Tarin was
mortified though he, too, struggled to hide his admiration and misery.

Brynja had used all of her skills to heal Karsten's minor cuts and bruises.
After this was done, she set her servants to the task of bathing, oiling
and grooming the boy to god-like perfection.  One of her ministrations was
a combination pain/sleep potion that had induced the peaceful dreamless
sleep the boy was now under.  The whole affair had weakened her
considerably and she was completely exhausted.  Her long blue-black hair
fell forward to either side of her face as she knelt and bent forward in
prayer to her god.  When Draza had entered, she did not even stir,
preferring instead to conclude her peaceful meditation.

As Draza and Tarin stared fixedly at her charge, she slowly swayed her head
back and took a couple deep breaths in the process.  As her hair fell off
of her breast in response to her movement, her snow-white chest and the top
of her breasts were exposed above her low cut deep purple silk dress.  Her
bosom heaved with a deep intake of air into her lungs.  The woman was
beautiful in every sense of the word.  Her lips were deep red and her
features were sharp and sensual accenting her piercing violet eyes and long
black lashes.

When she opened her eyes and saw Draza and Tarin standing there in a
stupor, she laughed a lighthearted laugh and slowly stood up like an
uncoiling serpent.

"He is a very beautiful child Lord Draza, and he is very special. I used a
great deal of power to heal him and my God has granted me a lot of favors
in the process.  It will be a while before he wakes up and he will be very
confused when he does," Brynja purred sleepily.

"You are a Priestess?"

"Yes, a priestess of Eldath and a teacher in the art of exotic pleasure.
But right now I am very tired, if you will excuse me; I would like to rest.
The boy also needs his rest, more so than the rest of us, I suggest you let
him wake up on his own," she said and gracefully left the room without
another word.

Draza looked at the boy again but could not bring himself to touch the
beautiful creature.  Instead, he sat in a chair that was close to Karsten
and opposite the door.  He would let the boy wake up on his own.

He looked around the room and mentally took note of how secure it was.  The
suite had two entrances, one was in the bedchamber where they were now, and
the other one was in the larger main room which also had three more rooms
attached to it, none of which led to the hallway.  The door in the main
room had been barred from the inside, and given the stoutness of the bar
and the thickness of the door, it would be all but impossible to force it
open.  The windows were also heavily shuttered to keep out the harsh
winters.  At the moment they stood locked tight against the storm.

When Draza sat down, Tarin lowered himself to the floor at Draza's feet and
sat staring into the fire.

"Have you been taught how to help a man out of his armor?"

"No my master, I have only served Var and he doesn't wear armor."

"Didn't Var teach you anything worthwhile?"  Draza grumbled.  He was tired
and he knew the moment he said the words that they were a mistake.

Tarin's eyes filled with tears but he held his hurt and frustration inside.
No matter what, Tarin would prove his worth; he would be just what Draza
wanted him to be, even if he had to die.

"May I speak, Great Master?"

"You may."

"I am not worthy of your patience but I learn real fast and I want to
please you My Lord, would you please teach me the things I don't know. I
will pay close attention so you won't have to tell me things twice.  Then I
could teach the other boys and you wouldn't have to waste your time with
them.  Master, I am nothing compared to your greatness but I would rather
die than be in your way.  If you won't have me I have no reason to live, no
where to go."

Draza roared with great laughter and despite his fatigue he sprang to his
feet.  He was so tall that if he reached up he could easily touch the high
ceiling.  A feat that Tarin was sure no one else on Toril could accomplish.
The giant's reaction to his little speech was totally unexpected and it
startled him but he kept his composure.

Draza looked down at Tarin and boomed, "You are very bold for a slave, boy.
It is not your place to tell me how to run my affairs.  On your feet."

Tarin jumped to his feet trembling.  This was all so confusing to him, he
never knew what to think and he always seemed to anger his new master.

It tore Draza's heart to talk to the boy like this but he had to be taught
exactly what his position was and what was expected of him.  He wanted
Tarin to fear him and at the same time he needed to toughen the boy up
emotionally.  It could very well save his life some day.

As Tarin stood before him, Draza knelt down on one knee and looked him in
the eyes.  "Is that what you think little one?  You think that I will get
rid of you?  You think that I am angry with you?"  Draza said, suddenly
very serious.

As he looked into the eyes of his new slave, he was overcome with
compassion for the boy.

"I don't know Master."

"You're a smart boy from what I can tell, do you really think you would be
here right now if I didn't want you to be?"

"No, I guess I wouldn't."

"Know this Tarin, I would have to be very dead before anything could happen
to you.  I will never send you away and no one will ever take you from me,
I may kill you myself but that is another matter."  Draza said gently and
then smiled at the boy almost playfully.

Tarin melted with those words.

"But you must never tell this to another living soul, except Var, he
already knows I suspect."

Draza went to the door and called one of the guards in to help him with his
armor.  He told the guard to explain the whole procedure to Tarin as he
went along.  The guard was all too eager to show off in front of the
beautiful, and untouchable, Tarin.  He explained everything in a little too
much detail, fawning over the boy all the while.

After the guard left, Tarin got his first look at Draza without his armor
and what a site it was! He wore a soft leather tunic and pants.  His arms
were deeply tanned and his muscles were enormous.  When he stood at full
height he could easily reach up and touch the ceiling.  Tarin was sure that
no other man on Toril could do that.

Draza noticed Tarin staring at him in awe, and lowered himself to one knee
again so that he was closer to the boy's height.  What happened next
surprised Draza almost as much as it did Tarin.

The huge slaver extended his muscle-bound arms and put his hands on Tarin's
shoulders.  He pulled the boy to his chest and engulfed him with his body.
It was an impulsive and uncharacteristic action that Draza couldn't resist.

Tarin lost it - he started to cry uncontrollably.  Draza's body was like
granite and yet it was soft.  The heat coming off of the man was intense.
Had anyone been watching, they would have noticed a bluish aura surrounding
man and boy as Draza's energy flowed into the boy and vice versa.

Tarin tried in vain to wrap his arms around his master but the man was just
too massive, instead he grabbed Draza's arms and squeezed as hard as he
could, pushing himself into the slaver as if he could become a part of him.

"Boy, you must never tell anyone of my actions when we are alone.  Do you
understand?"  Draza whispered gently into Tarin's ear.

"I won't," was all Tarin could manage through his sobs.

Draza slipped his hand into the teen's silky mane and brought his face to
touch his own.  He couldn't believe he was doing this, what the hell was
happening to him.  He was even beginning to feel a stirring in his groin,
and with a BOY no less.  He was furious with himself and yet at the same
time he KNEW it was right and good...and necessary.  He didn't know way but
he knew that for some reason it was necessary.  He had never before felt
desire for women and now he knew that it wasn't just because he had wanted
it that way, it wasn't because he had denied himself the pleasure. Until
now, he simply had never felt this way about anyone.

One thing he did know for certain; this weakness must be kept hidden from
everyone at all costs.  There were a lot of people who would try to exploit
any known weakness in a man like Draza.  And this was certainly a weakness,
a young boy who could easily be taken and tortured, or worse.  The very
thought made him shudder.  He knew he could never let that happen to this
boy and that made him very vulnerable, IF anyone knew.  It wouldn't matter
if people knew he took pleasure from the boy, the only danger lie in others
finding out that he CARED about him.

It is common practice for slavers to take a young boy or girl for pleasure.
Most noblemen used pageboys for just such pleasure, and many peasants were
fond of the touch of a smooth young boy.  In fact, for thousands of years
the highest priced slaves are always boys who routinely sell for five times
the price of a young adult male or any female.  And the reason for this is
not because boys have more years of service ahead of them or the fact that
they are trainable, or that the supply is low, it is because they are in
great demand as sex partners.

Tarin had calmed down considerably and was staring into the face of his
master as Draza was thinking.  He realized that it was around midnight and
he figured that Var would be arriving soon so he picked Tarin up as he
stood and went to one of his trunks.  Tarin looked like a baby in the man's
arms as he rifled through the trunk.  He set Tarin on his feet, pulled out
a small rabbit fur blanket and sat back down in the chair he occupied
earlier.  He put his arms out and Tarin instantly came to him.  Draza
pulled Tarin onto his lap and covered him loosely with the fur.  Tarin was
nearly naked in his seductive little tunic and for some reason he just
didn't want anyone but himself to see HIS boy like that.  He would have to
get him some more appropriate attire.

Tarin lay against Draza's chest and listened to his heartbeat.  Draza
caressed Tarin's soft hair and looked at Karsten who hadn't moved a muscle.

Some time later Tarin had fallen asleep and Draza was lightly dozing when
Karsten started to stir lightly.  The storm continued to rage outside with
renewed vigor, rattling the heavy shutters.  The sound brought Draza out if
his light slumber.  As he sat there listening to the storm, there came a
muffled knock at the door.

"Enter Wizard," Draza said just loud enough to be heard through the heavy
door.  Var swung the door wide and entered, followed by five angelic
children.  When he saw Tarin under the fur he raised his eyebrow.

"Well I see you two have gotten to know each other," Var said.

Draza got up with Tarin still in his arms and walked over to the bed.  He
started fumbling awkwardly with Tarin's tunic when Var glided over next to
him and motioned with his hand.  Suddenly the boy's tunic just disappeared
and he was completely naked.

Draza laid the boy gently on the bed and pulled the thick fur covers over
him.  The instant his hand left the boy's body, Tarin woke up and looked at
him sleepily.  He felt the bed with his hands and looked around suddenly
realizing that he was actually in Draza's bed.  He looked horrified and
started to scramble out of the bed but Draza stopped him by putting his
hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back against the thick
feather pillow.

"I put you there and that is where you will stay."

"Yes master."

Draza turned to Var.  "Yes, and I have discovered that Tarin is a very
intelligent and headstrong boy, he needs to be...shall we say...tamed a
bit."

Var just raised his eyebrows knowingly and grinned mischievously then
changed the subject to the business at hand.

"Lord Draza allow me to introduce your new harem."

"HAREM indeed!  Var, there were four children and Karsten that were not in
the auction, those were the ones I purchased, I see five here.  What are
you up to?"

"I have included a little surprise."

Var moved to the side and motioned for the group to step forward toward
Draza, which they did. They were now standing in a semi-circle about eight
feet or so from Draza who was standing next to the massive bed.  All of the
children were wearing a thin black robe that extended from the neck all the
way to the floor.  Draza could see the slight smirk that Var was trying
desperately to conceal and knew that something was up, but he wasn't sure
what.  After standing there for a few moments they opened their robes and
let them fall to the floor behind them.  The movement was smooth and
perfectly executed in unison.

They were all completely naked.  Their skin was oiled to a sheen that
glistened in the candlelight.  The oil smelled of spice and their hair was
freshly washed and shiny.

"This is Azara, she is twelve and fully trained, the boy standing next to
her is Corann, he is also twelve and has completed his training as well."
Var said as he signaled the two forward.

Azara and Corann approached the Great Lord reverently as if approaching a
deity and stood perfectly straight.  With their eyes aimed at the floor,
they recited in unison, "Master, I am yours in mind and body to do with as
you please, I have no other purpose than to obey your every wish.  Though I
am not worthy, please accept me as your humble slave."  That said, they
kneeled and touched their foreheads to the floor.

Draza knew the speech well; it is an ancient custom in the slave trade and
it serves as the last chance for the buyer to back out of the purchase.  It
is only used in the highest circles among the finest slaves and it is not
only a covenant of final acceptance on the part of the buyer but a
declaration by the slave of his dedication to his new master.  If the
Master is not happy with the servant after this he looses his money, if the
slave displeases his master he loses his life.

Draza knew all of this, but he was not at all sure that children this young
would fully understand the implications of such a covenant.  He wanted to
make absolutely sure that they knew exactly what they were saying.  The
idea that these boys and girls were willing to commit to such devotion was
very intriguing.

At that moment Karsten stirred again and this time he pulled himself into a
fetal position.  Draza removed one of the blankets from the foot of the bed
and covered Karsten with it then returned to where he was standing before
the two children.

"Corann stand up."

The boy complied immediately.  He had blue black hair and dark eyes.  His
lips were red and his skin was smooth and lightly tanned.  Corann was not
circumcised and he was thinner of build than Karsten but not bony.  His
butt was round and supple and his hands were delicate.  Draza ran his huge
hands down either side of the boy's chest and checked his chest and ribs
for bone structure.  Then he slipped his thumbs under the boy's upper lip
and checked his teeth.  They were bright white and perfectly straight with
not a single tooth missing.  He ran his hands through his black shiny hair
and checked his skull and jaw.  Next he bent down and felt Corann's legs
and testicles making sure that everything was intact.  The last thing he
did was grasp the boy by his hips and turn him around.

"Bend over boy."  He ordered, then he reached up and parted Corann's butt
cheeks with his thumbs.  The boy's tight little butt-hole was pink, healthy
and perfectly clean.  He had been well taken care of and looked to be
strong and healthy overall.

Var was quite impressed with this whole process.  None of his customers had
ever looked over a boy so closely.  If the boy was cute then that was
usually all that mattered.

Draza then turned his attention to Azara and repeated the process.  Azara
had black wavy hair and the sharp features typical of the people of the
east.  Her skin is darker than Corann's and as soft as one could imagine.
Her body and manner have a decidedly boyish quality to it without being
overbearing.  She has deep blue eyes and lips that matched her sharp
features.  The striking thing about her was that the skin on her face was
so smooth and her lips, nose, and eyes were in such perfectly chiseled
proportion.  Nothing was overly feminine or out of place.  She was sensual
without being whore-like.  There was compassion and utter devotion in her
eyes and her movements were like a cat.  But she had a seriousness about
her that was not present in the other girl.

Draza went to his trunk and retrieved more collars like the one he put on
Tarin and stood before the two.  Never once did either of them look onto
Draza's eyes.

"Corann, tell me what the little speech you made means in your own words."

"My life is yours Master.  I live to serve and you have chosen me, so I
live to serve you.  I would die for you without question.  If we don't find
a master who wants us then we are complete failures."

The response was too formal, too adult, for the boy, and yet Draza knew
that the child meant what he said.  He indicated his acceptance by
attaching a collar around the boy's neck.

The slaver quickly repeated the entire process with the twins and the other
girl.

The first born of the twins is named Kelly and his 'younger' brother's name
is Cailin.  They are not identical twins but close to it.  They both had
dark brown hair with brassy highlights and green eyes.  Their features were
less sharp than Corann's was, with a soft, younger look and a smattering of
light freckles on the nose and upper cheek.  Their lips are peach colored
rather than deep red like Corann's.  They both have a little more meat on
them adding a smooth softness to their bodies.  The differences between the
two are only discernable when looking at them together in person.

Cyra, the other girl in the group, has light reddish-brown hair and light
skin.  Her eyes are bright green and her facial features are not as harsh
as Azara's.  She has a lively and energetic appearance but she is not
overly feminine and yet she is definitely a girl.  Her body is still very
boyish and lithe.  Azara is mysterious and reserved while Cyra is outgoing
and boisterous.

Draza told the kids that they were to sleep in the main room next to the
bedroom and told them to bed down.  Tarin shot out of the bed when his
master sent the other kids into the other room and headed in there with
them but Draza quickly grabbed the leash attached to his collar.  This was
Tarin's first little test to see if the slaver would care if he left and
Draza knew this but he decided that it was time to let Tarin know exactly
what his position was.

"Tarin, you are NEVER to leave my side under any circumstances unless I
directly order you to, is that clear?"

"Oh YES my master, very clear."

"You are my personal servant and you will tend to all of my personal needs,
no one but you is to touch my personal belongings.  Never ever leave my
sight, I will not have happen to you what happened earlier to Karsten."  He
bent down and brought the boy close in a crushing hug.

Tarin and Var were both shocked and very pleased.  Var knew he had chosen
the right man and now he had confirmation.

At that moment there was a rustling sound and everyone in the room looked
toward Karsten.  He was finally waking up.

When he opened his eyes, he looked around and became very confused.

"What's going on, MAAAAAAASTERRRRRR," the boy screamed looking around the
room wildly.

Draza was at his side in a flash and hoisted the little boy in his arms.
Karsten looked into the face of the giant and, like at the inn, hugged him
fiercely around the neck.

"He wants to kill me, please don't let him hurt me any more, I'll be good,
just don't let him get me."

"Who little one?"  Draza asked as he patted the little boy's bottom and
held him in a close embrace.

"Master Fallon said that he would fix me good and that I would never see
you again, he'll find me I know he will."

"Fallon is in the dungeon locked in a cage, believe me he will never bother
you again.  I will see to that in the morning."

With that Karsten quickly calmed down.

"Var, there is so much we need to talk about but I am very tired and I must
sleep, I suggest we meet tomorrow and talk.  For now I am going to get some
sleep."

"An excellent idea, in the morning I will bring the rest of the children's
clothing.  I take it you will want them dressed for travel and the
outdoors?"

"Yes and get some rugged clothing for Tarin as well."

With that Var left and Draza took Karsten back to his pillows by the
hearth.  The boy was still very weak and he lay down quietly.  Draza
covered him and he fell asleep again but this time it was a normal boy
slumber.

Draza told Tarin to get in bed and scoot over so he could lie down.  Tarin
was so shocked he just stood there wide-eyed and said, "But I could never
disturb the master when he sleeps, it is forbidden to sleep in the same bed
as the master!"

"Listen Tarin, you are going to sleep with me from now on so you had better
get used to it.  When I said that you were never to leave my side I meant
NEVER, especially when I sleep."

"On master I am not worthy of such kindness."

Draza took off all of his clothes and while he did so Tarin couldn't take
his eyes off of that perfect body.  After he had shed his clothing, he took
hold of Tarin's leash, picked him up, and threw him onto the bed next to
the wall.  Then he climbed into bed next to the boy.  Draza caressed
Tarin's back and tummy until he fell asleep then he drifted off to sleep
himself.

Somewhere around midmorning the next day, Karsten decided that it was time
for everyone to get up so he launched himself right onto Draza's chest.
Draza is usually a light sleeper, but he was so exhausted last night that
he fell into a deep sleep and he was still sound asleep when Karsten landed
on him.

Instinctively, Draza reached out with both hands, grabbed the little boy
pinning his arms to his sides, and raised him up in the air.  Draza was
still laying down so when he raised Karsten up over him, the boy's hips
came forward and his knees ended up on either side of Draza's head.  The
slaver lowered him so he sat high up on his massive chest just below his
chin then he moved his big hands down to Karsten's waist and mercilessly
tickled his sides and tummy.  Karsten wriggled and writhed throwing his
upper body back on Draza's legs laughing uncontrollably.  Draza shoved the
boy down to his waist sat up then continued to tickle him starting with the
armpits and moving down.

Karsten's perfect little butt was positioned directly over Draza's gigantic
cock which suddenly started to react to the wiggling little boy-butt.
Draza reached for the boy's waist to lift him off of his growing cock.
When he looked down below Karsten's belly button he froze and his heart
stopped in mid beat.

There in plain sight just to the left of Karsten's little penis was a
reddish scar shaped exactly like a crescent moon.  It all flooded back to
him in an instant - the letter from Larzon, he was supposed to look for
something marked with a crescent moon.

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The End of Chapter 2
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