Date: Tue, 13 Apr 1999 21:52:03 -0700
From: The Storyteller <mail@boytales.com>
Subject: Zhentilar Boys Chapter 3

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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 3

Draza just stared at the moon shaped scar for a moment then he lifted the
naked boy off of him and set him on the floor.

He got up and quickly put on his tunic and pants then pulled his boots on
and knelt down in front of the boy, "Karsten, how long have you had that
scar?"

Karsten was almost in tears thinking he had done something wrong, that
maybe Draza didn't like the scar.

"I didn't do anything bad, honest, it just appeared there a couple moons
ago and it won't go away.  It wasn't as bad at first, but then it kept
getting bigger until it got like it is now, it won't go away.  It doesn't
hurt or nothin' I just can't get it off, please don't hate me!"  Karsten
chattered with wide moist eyes.

"No Karsten there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, it's just that it
means something and I want to find out as much about it as I can.  You
actually did me a favor by having that scar.  I'll explain later when I
find out more about it myself."

Karsten took all of this in quickly and he felt much better, he smiled and
nodded that he understood.

Draza looked over at Tarin and noticed that he was still asleep, then he
went out into the hall to tell one of the guards to call Var when he saw
Var headed in his direction.  He stood where he was until Var arrived and
then quickly ushered the Wizard into the suite.

"It was getting late so I thought I would come and see if you were ever
going to show yourself."  Var declared, breathing rapidly from the rush
down the hall after seeing Draza waiting for him.

Draza had a deep-in-thought concerned look on his face as he called to
Karsten.  "Karsten come here."

He came immediately and Draza pointed to the scar, "Have you noticed this
before?"

Var studied the scar for a moment and said, "No, I am quite certain it
wasn't there when he started coming here." He concentrated for a moment
then put his hand on the mark.  "Just as I suspected, it is magic, though
none that I recognize."

All of the activity woke Tarin and he was now propped up on one elbow
trying to figure out what was going on.  Once again all of the attention
was on Karsten.  Tarin decided this was a perfect time to obey his master's
orders.  He eased himself off of the bed and stood naked right next to
Draza.

The slaver ignored Tarin as he said, "It gets even more interesting.  Take
a seat, I have something to show you."

"Very well"

Draza went to retrieve Larzon's letter while Var followed the slaver's
advice and sat in one if the chairs by the fire.

Draza handed him the letter, "What do you think of this?" he said arching
his eyebrows.

Var read the letter and sat there for a moment in recollection then said,
"Very interesting.  I've heard of the Crescent Moon before but it has been
so long I can't recall what it was all about."

"I wonder if Fallon knows about the scar!  I also would like to know if he
mentioned it to the stranger or if the stranger asked about it?"  Draza
said then turned to Karsten and asked, "Did you ever show that mark to
Fallon?"

"No, never"

"Do you think he might have seen it by accident or without you knowing?"
Var asked.

"Uh No...I don't think so, he never hits me there, he usually spanks me or
kicks me."

"How charming, I think we ought to have another persuasive little chat with
him Draza."

"Yes, but first these children need some clothes, all these naked kids are
beginning to make me nauseous."

Var just shook his head.  Nausea wasn't exactly the word he would have used
to describe the boys' effects on the big slaver.

Draza went in to the main room to check on the other slaves and noticed
that they were exactly where he had put them the night before.  He took
note of the fact that they seemed to be very well behaved and told them
they could move around as long as they didn't leave the suite.

In the bedchamber, Var got to his feet and came to where Draza was
standing.

"Last night I told Brynja to bring their clothes first thing in the
morning.  You mean she hasn't arrived yet?"  Var said.

"I was asleep remember?  But I'll check with the guards."

As he moved to the door, Tarin followed and Draza stopped him.

"Tarin get your butt in bed until we find you some clothes."

"Yes master," he sulked and climbed under the furs pouting.

"Tarin, I'm just going out into the hall, I'll be right back.  You stay put
or your butt is gonna burn for a week, do you understand?"

Boyishly, invoking the cutest puppy dog look he could muster, he pulled the
blanket up to just below his eyes and in a high voice said, "Yes master."
He drew the words in a long whining sigh.

Draza just looked at the boy and shook his head, but deep in his soul he
was touched by a feeling of love and desire.
  
He and Var went out in the hall and the guard told them that Brynja had
brought the clothing early that morning as requested, but since he was
still asleep the guard told her to leave the supplies in the empty room
across the hall.  Draza told the guards to bring the clothing into the main
room so the kids could distribute it amongst themselves, then he unbarred
the door so they could get in.

"Tarin's belongings are in his room which is located in my quarters, I'll
go and get them while you finish here," Var said and headed for his
chambers.

While Var was gone, Draza decided he had better help his 'slaves' with the
distribution of their clothing to avoid any fighting.  As the guards
brought armload after armload and deposited it in the middle of the room,
he rifled through the supplies and began to sort everything into smaller
piles.

As he separated the clothing from the coats and supplies, he was pleased to
discover that the shirts, trousers, boots, and hats were the same, even for
the girls, and they were rugged and plain.  The shirts and trousers were
close fitting and made of soft, pounded animal skin sewn together with
leather laces.  There were three shirts and three trousers for each child.
There was a heavy fur coat, lighter weight jerkin, a hat and two pair of
boots for each as well.

In addition to all of this, there was an array of personal effects and
quite an assortment of what could only be described as costumes.  These
consisted of tight, skimpy lingerie and shorts with very revealing tops as
well as an assortment of brightly colored scarves and wraps.  There was
also an abundance of make-up and hair dye that might come in handy for
changing ones appearance.

Strangest of all was the large selection of leather accoutrements and other
'toys.'  These were the items that seemed to attract the most attention.
They obviously liked the 'toys' the most, especially the bondage equipment
and butt plugs, etc.

"Var, you sneaky little bastard, you'll pay for this."  Draza grumbled as
he rolled his eyes to the heavens knowingly.

Some time later, Draza was on his knees going through the clothes.  He was
about eye level with Corann who had come over and stood right next to him.

"Master, is all this really ours to keep?"  Corann asked in a soft shy
tone.

He looked directly into the boy's magnificent, sparkling eyes.  "Yes
Corann, they are yours but only those that fit you, there is enough here
for all of you.  And the 'toys' are for everyone to share, IF I decide to
keep'em."

Corann was looking at him so longingly and he couldn't figure out what the
boy wanted.  He put his huge hand on the boys arm just below the shoulder
and asked, "what is it Corann, what do you want?"

Corann was so nervous Draza could feel him tremble, "Master I...um...could
I...um...well...could I touch you?"  He finally blurted out.

There was such utter innocence and devotion in the simple desire of the boy
to touch his master.  Corann hadn't been this close to the majestic being
who knelt in front of him except when Draza inspected him, and then he was
forbidden to look at him.

Draza was stunned nearly senseless by the boy's absolute beauty and
innocence; he was powerless to take his eyes off of the adorable boy.  He
suddenly became dizzy with passion and desire though he didn't recognize it
as such at first.

"Yes Corann you can touch me" he answered.  He WANTED the boy to touch him,
more than he would ever admit.

Corann's face lit up like he had just entered heaven.  His eyes sparkled as
he slowly reached out and put his soft hand, palm first, on Draza's
granite-like bicep.

The instant the boys soft hand came into contact with Draza's skin, Draza
felt a thousand tiny little shocks and he looked down to notice little
stars of light bursting around and under the boy's hand.  These lights
coalesced into a crimson aura and slowly crept into both of their arms and
into their bodies.

Draza suddenly felt this overwhelming pull of desire towards the boy before
him, and Corann was overcome with absolute adoration of the God before him.

Draza reached up with both hands and drew the sexy little boy to his breast
so tightly that Corann was unable to breath; but he didn't care, the
pleasure was too strong, the magic too powerful for him to resist the
euphoric pleasure that he was experiencing.  Wave after wave of lust
coursed through his little body, his world was becoming gray and he started
to feel like he was floating, then the tiredness descended upon him.

The tighter Draza held the supple little boy the stronger he became and the
more he wanted to squeeze, to meld, with the boy in his arms.  The feeling
was so good, so intense, and yet he realized he really couldn't feel at
all, it was as if he were in a warm bath detached from the world.  Then he
discovered that he was unable to move, such was his pleasure.  He hated
being out of control, and that was how he felt, out of control.  Suddenly
everything seemed somehow 'wrong' and awkward.  A thin thread of reality
snaked in among his pleasure.  It was just enough to allow him some thought
and the first thing he realized was than he was holding a boy, a living
boy, but the boy wasn't breathing.  He used all of his powers of
concentration to close his mind down and shut out the false pleasure that
was coursing through him.

Var was just returning with Tarin's clothing when he approached the door
and heard a commotion coming from the room.  He tried the latch and the
door swung open.  The scene before him was utter chaos.  The children were
all standing around Draza trying to get his attention but they weren't
having any luck.  Draza was hugging the life out of Corann and the boy
appeared to be in rapture. Draza's expression was one of intense pleasure
and a kind of drunkenness.  Var knew then that something wasn't right.  He
realized that Draza was not in control of the situation, something had
happened to him.  The slaver needed help, but the only thing that Var could
do would be to knock him senseless with his power and that was risky. The
blast required to subdue a man of Draza's size could easily kill him.  But
there seemed to be no other options, and by the looks of Corann he didn't
have a lot of time to think about it.  He drew his hands out and gathered
his power.

Just as he was about to release the magic, Draza seemed to go to sleep and
his arms came loose and he released Corann.  The boy fell to the floor and
started to cough and sputter.  Thank the powers he was all right.

Draza was still kneeling as he slowly came to.  He looked around as if
coming out of a trance and spotted Var who just stood there like a statue.

After a few moments, Corann had caught his breath and he looked frightened.
He looked around and when he spotted Draza he ran to him and hugged him
fiercely.  This time nothing happened and the boy started to cry, mumbling
that it was his fault.

Draza felt the stirring of desire and power when the boy touched him, but
it was different now that he expected it, and not all that hard to control.
He gave himself another moment to recover and then rose to his feet with
Corann held to his chest.

As soon as Corann's feet left the ground, he wrapped his legs around the
slaver as best he could.  Draza shifted him over to his left hip placing
his left forearm under the boy's butt in the traditional way many parents
carry their children.

Corann laid his head on Draza's shoulder and cried softly while Draza
gently rubbed his back to sooth him.

"WHAT is going on?"  Var rasped.

Draza turned around to look at the Wizard.  "Some other time.  Did you
bring the clothes for Tarin?"

"Of course!"  He said looking at Draza suspiciously.

Draza went into the bedroom with Corann on his hip and told Tarin to get
dressed.  Tarin blanched and glared at Corann when he saw him in Draza's
arms.  The look would have turned an Ogre to stone.

Draza walked to the bed and grabbed Tarin's leash, then pulled him off of
the bed onto the floor.  Tarin was very naked and very embarrassed.

"Get up and get your clothes on young man, I am quite sick of your little
games.  You're just going to have to learn to get along with everyone.
Remember what you asked me last night?  You certainly aren't acting like a
leader at the moment."

Var motioned for the guard that was with him to put Tarin's clothing on the
bed.  He and the slaver waited while the teen got dressed, and then the
three of them headed to the dungeon.

Fallon was in bad condition and so he put up no resistance to Draza's
questioning.  He said that he knew nothing about the scar and the stranger
never mentioned it.  Draza decided that he was probably telling the truth
since he was near death and would most likely do anything to avoid further
torment.

When the slaver finished with the questioning, he lowered the cage to about
four feet off the floor, drew his sword, walked up to the cage, and
casually drove the blade clean through the miserable man.  Fallon looked
almost relieved and not a bit surprised as his life slowly left him.

On the way back upstairs, Var told one of the guards to have Rurik meet him
in the conference room that was attached to his chambers.

Lord Kier's old living quarters occupied the entire south wing of the Keep,
which Var turned into his own by renovating it to suit his needs.  He
converted several of the rooms into a lab and study with an attached
library.  He used the outer rooms closest to the entrance as a meeting
chamber and reception area so he could converse with guests in private
without actually taking them into his private area.  In the back of the
wing behind his area there were several small rooms for his personal
servants.  This area had access to the kitchen and other servants quarters
on the second floor as well as rooms for a personal guard.  He did not have
a personal guard so this area was unoccupied.

All of Var's servants were boys, the oldest being the master servant who
was a very cute young man of about twenty years.  It was his job to keep
the boys in line and administer any punishment that was required.  The
Wizard also had a private 'harem' which consisted of twelve (now eleven)
very loyal and well trained boys all below the age of sixteen.  These boys
had served the Master for several years and never seemed to age, at least
not physically.  The occupants of the Keep knew that Var experimented with
aging magic and correctly assumed that he had at least slowed down the
aging process of 'his boys.'

The skills of these special 'servants' went far beyond sex.  In fact, Var's
boys had a reputation for devious combat and subtle magic that was well
deserved.  It was often whispered that it would be easier to kill the mage
directly than to confront a couple of his boys.  While this is certainly an
exaggeration, the boys are quite competent fighters and it is for this
reason that Var has no personal guard to speak of.  Their loyalty to the
mage is unquestionable, and it is for this reason that Var is willing to
let them go if they ever want to leave.  If there is one thing Var was
certain about, it is the fact that Draza would never have to rely on
Tarin's protection.  This was a man that was well able to take care of
himself and Var hoped that Tarin's skills would never be necessary.

Var escorted Tarin and Draza into a small reception room that he used for
private meetings with clients, etc.  As soon as his guests were seated, he
pulled on a rope near the wall and when one of his boys arrived he ordered
breakfast.  As soon as the boy left the room, word quickly spread that
Tarin was there.  They were all anxious to see him after his first night
with his new master.

"The stranger Fallon mentioned was the same person who tried to poison me
yesterday morning at the Inn in Hundlestone," Draza declared.

"I see."

"I think we had better consider the fact that the stranger has something to
do with your operation here.  As far as I know, no one except Larzon knew
that I would be anywhere near here.  Larzon was quite clear in his letter
that my journey into this part of the world should remain as secret as
possible.  What I think is this stranger is interested in your little
operation, and when he saw a slaver he naturally assumed that I had some
dealings with you, either as a buyer or supplier."

"Unfortunately, I think you may be right.  I had hoped to keep things here
a secret for a little while longer at least, but this was bound to happen
sooner or later.  I should have been more prepared, as it is this could
become a problem."

"All things considered, it is even more important that I speak with Larzon
as soon as possible.  He has some interest in Karsten and I want to know
why."

"I'm afraid that will have to wait until this weather lets up; it would be
suicide to attempt to make it through the mountains in this storm.  You
would freeze to death," Var said.

"You checked the weather this morning?" Draza asked.

"I did, and it has gotten worse.  The mountain pass is completely snowed in
by now I'm afraid."

"Under the circumstances, I won't question your judgement.  You live here
and I don't, I've never traveled through the pass during deep winter."

"Now that that is settled, the pass may be out of the question, but we
could certainly make it into town.  If I am not mistaken, we have an
appointment with a certain stranger at the Inn."

"I will take care of that sneaky snake on my own if you don't mind!  I had
planned on taking Karsten with me so convince whoever he is that I decided
to sell the boy since he is offering such an exorbitant price for him. I AM
a slaver after all and that's just the kind of behavior he'll expect."

"You have a very devious mind Lord Draza," Var observed slyly.

"I didn't get where I am by being stupid I can assure you of that.  What I
want to know is where you get all of your 'merchandise'?"

"At first I simply took in boys that I would meet in my travels that didn't
have a home, and there are many of those as I am sure you know.  Since I am
a Wizard they would not avoid me like they would a slaver; I would take
them in and train them.  If I saw a boy that I just had to have, I would
offer to train him in return for five years or more of service.  This they
would gladly agree to; training in magic is very costly and most of the
boys I would approach could never hope to be able to afford such training.
In a few cases I simply took them by force.  As time went on, instead of
selling them off to slavers to resell, I came to realize that a properly
trained boy with the right 'attitude' (He arched his eyebrow) would be
worth many times what the slavers were paying, especially if the right
client were found.  I began to search for those clients with 'special'
needs and the first boy I 'placed' brought in over twelve times what I was
getting before.  From then on word slowly began to reach the ears of
right-minded nobles and rich merchants who would pay almost anything for a
special boy or girl.  Now, fourteen years later I have a firmly established
operation.  I have even begun to raise some boys from infancy.  About five
years ago I picked out the perfect seventeen year old girl and boy and
stuck them in a cell together for a couple of nights.  The result was very
predictable since both of them were young and very attractive."

A few minutes later the serving boy returned.  He set the food out and
headed straight for Tarin.

"Malkar, NO!"  Var shouted.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks.

"Tarin is no longer one of us and as such he is not to be approached or
touched.  You know that!"  Var hissed.

"Yes master, I beg your forgiveness for my stupidity," the boy said as he
prostrated himself on the carpet at Var's feet.

"I will deal with you later, now leave us!"

Malkar quickly left the room and the three ate in silence.  When they were
finished eating, Var led Draza and Tarin into the reception area and called
all of his boys in to see Tarin.  Tarin didn't leave his master's side but
he hugged and kissed all of his friends and whispered to them as boys do.

Draza went back to his chambers and prepared Tarin and Karsten for the
short trip into town.  When everyone was ready, Var led the group through
an underground tunnel to the stables.

Draza's wagon was richly appointed with furs and blankets and pillows,
etc. and since he wanted to look like he was on slave business, he had the
stable boy unload everything and take it into the keep, leaving only the
bare wood and metal.  He replaced the expensive blankets with old horse
blankets and a couple worn pillows.  The only thing he left in the wagon
was his gold and gems, which were hidden in a locked secret compartment.

It was late morning by the time they left for Hundlestone, giving them
about an hour to make the trip.  The weather had indeed turned into a
blizzard and Draza could only see about ten feet or so into the driving
snow so it was slow going.

Both Tarin and Karsten rode in the wagon.  Karsten didn't mind the dirty
horse blankets, but Tarin of course, was not pleased.  Tarin was also
uncomfortable being in such close quarters with Karsten.

Finally, Draza saw the village through the blizzard.  As he rode down the
main road toward the Inn, he noticed that everything looked deserted.
There was not a single person to be seen.  That wasn't all that unusual in
a storm like this, but one would think you would see someone out fetching
wood or running from one building to another.  All of the dwellings were
tightly shuttered and only two of the structures he passed had light
spilling through cracks around the shutters.  As he neared the Inn, he
noticed that the supply store was open for business, however.

When he got to the Inn, he slowed down and eased the wagon around the south
side of the building and into the alley.  He stopped about fifty feet from
the stable door and looked around to see if he could spot any movement,
nothing.  He went to the rear of the wagon and told Karsten and Tarin to
come with him.

Draza banged several times on the stable door but there was no answer so he
reached out and pulled on the heavy door.  It swung open on stiff hinges
and he immediately noticed movement in the semi-darkness ahead of him.  He
flung both doors open wide and when his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom,
he discovered that the movement he saw was nothing more than a lone horse
in one of the stalls.

"Isn't there usually a stable hand here during the day?"  He asked Karsten.

"Yeah, and the stove is always lit when it's this cold so the horses don't
freeze."

"Where is the stove?"  Both of them were keeping their voices low.

"In the middle right over there," Karsten said pointing a little to the
right ahead of them.  Once Karsten pointed it out, the stove was barely
visible about twenty feet away.

"Is there a lantern somewhere around here, or something that'll give us
some light?"  Tarin whispered.

"There should be one by the door (he turned around) here's one, it's the
old one and it's hard to light but I think it works."

Draza inspected the lantern and found that it was dry.  "Is there any lamp
oil around here?"

"Yeah right here."  Karsten reached down and picked up a can off of the
floor by the door.  Draza pulled the doors partially closed to cut down on
the wind and filled the lantern.

After fiddling with the thing for a few minutes he finally got it to catch.
The flame slowly intensified and the slaver held the lamp up high and
looked around the stable.  The flame was still fairly weak and the glass
was filthy so it didn't throw off much light, but at least they could see.

Draza noticed a form sprawled near the stove and stepped toward it.  Both
boys followed him.  As soon as they were close enough to make out the form,
Karsten gasped.

"It's the stable hand, he should have heard us.  What's wrong with him."

Draza flipped the man over with his boot and both boys shrieked.  The man's
skin was a grayish color and his eyes were wide open.  His expression was
one of twisted agony.  The boys were stunned and stood frozen next to their
master.

"He's dead.  (Draza knelt down and examined the corpse) There doesn't seem
to be any sign of a battle and there's no blood.  Looks like our poison
friend was at it again," he said as he stood up.

From one of the stalls off to the left came a sudden hollow puffing sound.
Draza twisted lightning fast toward the noise and a dart hit the
breastplate of his armor and fell to the floor.  Had the big man not
twisted with such speed, the dart would have sunk into his arm.  He set the
lantern down and ran to the stable stall.  A tall lean figure dressed in
black leaped over the partition using his hands and crouched down behind
it.  A shrill ringing sound filled the room as Draza drew his sword and
went after the illusive figure.  The boys backed against the wall near the
door and watched the action with eyes wide in shock.

The slaver charged straight for the wood plank railing that separated the
horse stalls and it disintegrated under the assault.  The stranger was
quick; he sprang back as Draza hit the partition and pulled a small
throwing knife from his clothing.  As the Zhentarim Lord was recovering
from his charge, the black-clad stranger brandished the knife to keep Draza
at bay and headed for the doors.  When Tarin realized that the stranger was
going for the door, he pushed over the heavy beam that was used to bar the
stable doors and it fell against a large hook that protruded from the
opposite door frame.  In his haste, the stranger ran into it straight on.
It hit him just above the waist, knocking the wind out of him.

Draza was on him in an instant.  He grabbed him by the shoulders and spun
him around to face him then backed the man up against the wall and brought
his sword up the his throat.  Tarin and Karsten quickly moved out of the
way and took up position behind the huge slaver.  Draza was staring so
intently into the man's eyes that he didn't notice him reaching into his
long overcoat.  The mysterious stranger's long thin fingers found the top
of the vial they were looking for, and deftly pulled the cork stopper.  In
one swift motion, he brought the tiny vial to his lips and swallowed its
contents.  Within seconds, the gem in the hilt of Draza's sword glowed
brightly; the man shimmered, and was gone.

Draza jabbed his sword into the man just as he drank but he didn't know if
it had any effect.  This was getting very frustrating, he should have taken
care of the stranger yesterday morning when he caught him trying to use the
poison, but he thought that he would get another chance.  He had
underestimated the character but it wouldn't happen again; the next time he
saw him he would kill him on the spot.

"Master!"  Tarin said.

"What?"

"When that guy jumped over the stall, I saw something shiny fly out of his
clothing.  It looked kinda like a coin or something.  Should I see if I can
find it and bring it to you?"

"Show me where, but don't touch anything.  Some of the stuff that man had
with him isn't very healthy."

The three of them went over to the stall and after looking through the hay
a little Tarin found what he was looking for.

"It is a coin, see," Tarin said pointing at a reddish-gold coin to lying in
the hay.

Draza bent down and examined the coin.  "Hmmm very interesting, do you know
what kind of coin that is?" he asked his boy.

"No master I've never seen one like it before."

"I haven't either," Karsten chimed in.

"Karsten, put some wood in the stove and light it, I have something to
explain to you two."  He looked into the face of the cute little boy
squatting next to him.  Karsten's face was filled with excitement and
discovery and his eyes sparkled blue.  He wore a smile that was pure
innocence.  The slaver was once again struck with a strong feeling of
compassion and love for the boy.  He was so playful and carefree, Draza
wanted to just reach out and ruffle the boy's hair or cuddle him or
something.  These feelings were so foreign to him that he didn't know what
to do and he didn't want to compromise his cold-hearted detachment to
things emotional.  He couldn't get past the fear that he would become weak
if he gave in to his desires and passion.

He shook himself slightly and stood up.  Karsten went to light the stove
and Tarin went around the stable and lit the few lanterns that were
available for light.  As the boys got moving they warmed up a bit and shed
their heavy fur coats exposing their luscious youthful bodies.  Draza
noticed that Karsten was extremely uncomfortable around the corpse lying
near the stove so he put it into a burlap sack and took it outside into the
woods behind the Inn.

When the chill had been chased from the barn and it was no longer freezing,
Draza and his two boys pulled some stools near the stove.  The big man was
holding the coin with a cloth in his hand.

"This coin was made in the land of Thay.  Thay lies in the east about three
thousand miles from here.  It is the home of The Red Wizards who rule Thay,
they are also the vilest inhabitants of Faerun.  Many people say that the
Zhentarim are evil, the Red Wizards are FAR worse.

The fact that this coin has shown up here, especially since it was carried
by that thug, bothers me a great deal.  It can only mean trouble.  I can't
even imagine why Thay would send an assassin this far into the west unless
they were after something very big and important.  If they are after you
Karsten, we have to get you out of here, and fast.  I have got to get to
Larzon as soon as possible to find out just what is going on here.  Thay is
just another word for trouble; the only difference is it has fewer letters.
Thay and the Red Wizards are pure evil Wizards and they are very powerful
and dangerous."

Master, why are they after me?"  Karsten said in a trembling voice.

"I don't know yet Karsten, but I intend to find out.  What makes things
even more interesting is that fact that most of the slaves caught all over
the world are sold to citizens of Thay.  Their entire empire is run on
slave labor, without them the Thayan Empire would nearly collapse.  The
nobles couldn't even maintain their own estates without them, and the
Wizards use them in horrifying experiments.

"But you won't let'em get me master, would you?  You're the strongest man
in the world!  You would kill'em all if they came after us wouldn't you?"
The boy chattered with a look of fear and awe.

Ironically, the great Zhentarim General felt very small.  It was beginning
to dawn on him just how much he cared about this helpless little boy.  The
realization that those vile wizards might try to get their hands on HIS boy
was infuriating.  The thought made him feel a little queasy.

"I would do everything within my power to keep them far away from you,
Karsten," he answered in a deep serious voice.

This recent news had dulled Tarin's jealousy toward Karsten and he actually
felt a little sorry for him, he began to realize that he didn't really want
anything to happen to the little guy.

Karsten got up and walked over to Draza, he just stood in front of his
master and stared into the slavers eyes not knowing what he really wanted,
just knowing that he was very scared.

Draza reached up and opened his arms to the boy and Karsten flew into his
embrace.  Karsten's hair was so silky soft against his cheek and the fruity
aroma of the boy's freshly washed hair drifted into his nose.  Draza felt
the boy's firm back and let his hand wander down to his supple little butt.
He formed his hand around the boy's butt and gently squeezed.  That soft
perfect boy-butt was the most alluring thing he had ever felt in his life,
desire swept through him like a tidal wave.  Karsten clenched and gently
wiggled his butt in response to Draza's caresses, driving the big General
delirious with passion.  Draza's left hand was on Karsten's butt and his
right hand reached up and combed through his silky blond hair pulling the
boy even closer to him.  But this time he was gentle and in total control.

"I KNEW you loved me, and I was right."  Karsten stated as if it were the
truth of life.

At that moment the truth of Draza's feelings blossomed in his mind and he,
at least partially, accepted his love and desire for the boys he had
acquired.  It was a great relief to stop fighting the feelings he had and
he gave in to his feelings of love and embraced the boy tighter.  He turned
his head and impulsively kissed the soft little cheek that was nuzzled
against his, then he brought up his giant hands and gently grasped the
beautiful face and turned it to look directly into the boys eyes.  Ever so
slowly, he moved his mouth forward and kissed those supple moist lips.
Karsten didn't know how to kiss but he followed his instinct and hugged the
gorgeous man tightly, returning the kiss with boyish enthusiasm.

When Draza kissed Karsten, a shimmering blue aura pulsed around the pair
then shot outward in a powerful wave of raw magic.  This magical tidal wave
was not detectable by the common folk, but to any magic sensitive
individual within three hundred miles or so of the source it sounded like a
fifty-foot waterfall flowing through the air.  Most of those who did notice
paid little attention to the phenomenon once it had passed, but there were
a few particularly powerful wizards who did pay close attention to it.

Karsten pushed his entire upper body into the giant chest of his master and
formed himself to every curve to the man, he basked in the fiery desire
radiating off of Draza's body and started to stroke his chest and nuzzle
his face.

Draza had to stoop way down to meet the boy's mouth, so when he
straightened up on the stool he had to lift the boy clean off of the floor.
He did this by putting his hand on Karsten's butt and holding the boy
against himself.  As Karsten was hanging there is Draza's grip his legs
pressed up against his master's gigantic cock, which naturally started to
react.  Karsten felt the slaver's arousal and moved slightly to position it
between his legs.  Draza closed his eyes and drank in the feelings that
coursed through him at the touch of such a fine little boy.  He had no idea
until now that boys could be so desirable - so pure, yet he still refused
to allow himself the pleasure of the absolute love and satisfaction that is
commonly associated with a first encounter such as this.

Tarin watched the entire scene with a detached melancholy.  He noticed the
magical concussion, but he was too depressed to mention it.  He wanted to
be the first to break through Draza's armor, and now that hope was
shattered.  What Tarin didn't realize, is the fact that Karsten had already
stolen Draza's heart when the two first met yesterday.  As Tarin sat there
and watched, a single glistening tear ran down his cheek.

Draza reluctantly pealed the boy away from his chest and placed him so that
he was straddling his muscular thigh, then he pulled the boy's tunic free
of his pants and slipped both of his hands underneath it to touch the
smooth soft skin underneath.  He gently put his hands on Karsten's sides
just under his arms and slid them down to where his thumbs were over his
firm little tummy.  Karsten responded by reaching out with his own hands
and, starting at the slaver's shoulders, he caressed the entire length of
Draza's arms until he came to those powerful hands.  He looked his master
in the eyes and pushed downward on the huge hands.  Draza understood the
subtle suggestion immediately but it was in that instant that he became
aware of Tarin's anguish.  Both boys were becoming very special to him but
in different ways; Karsten was like a son or maybe even closer, where Tarin
was like a student and special servant.  Tarin was just as dear to him but
in a different way.  He didn't feel the need to protect Tarin; he wanted to
be able to depend on the young teen as a personal servant.  Karsten, on the
other hand, needed to be protected and loved.

This rather touchy situation concerning the two boys needed to be ironed
out and his current actions with Karsten would only make things worse.
Instead of venturing further south into Karsten's sacred region, he picked
him up off of his lap and set him on the ground.

"Come with me, I want to find out what is happening to this Inn now that
Fallon has joined the thankfully departed.  Karsten, does that door lead
into the Inn by any chance?"

"Yeah, I'll show you."  He said as he fetched his coat.  Draza and Tarin
picked up their coats and followed him.

The door was locked so Draza banged on it nearly breaking it down.  After a
couple minutes, the door was opened by a young Elf that looked to be about
fourteen or so in human terms.  Elves live to be well over six hundred so
they are still very young until they near about a hundred years old.  The
Elf's eyes widened at the sight of the slaver but he didn't seem to have
the usual abundance of energy and sparkle that is so common among the Elven
race.  Draza and the two boys entered the storage room and when the Elf saw
Karsten he seemed to be more at ease.

All three of them noticed the Elf's uncharacteristic gloominess but it was
Karsten who became the most alarmed by his appearance.  Having known the
boy for some time, he knew something was seriously wrong, the Elf looked
terrible.

"What's wrong, are you OK?"  Karsten asked as he approached the Elf.

In a high weak voice, the Elf replied, "I do not know, it was a little past
lunch and I was hungry so I waited until Darra left the kitchen and I took
some of the stew she was cooking and now I feel very bad.  My stomach hurts
and my throat is closing up or something, it is getting harder to breathe."
He was barely able to get the last part out when he started coughing.

"Has the cook served the stew to anyone yet?" Draza asked stepping up to
the boy.

"Not since I came back here to open the door!"

Draza rushed out of the storage room and made his way to the common room.
There were a few customers scattered around the place and a heavyset woman
that looked to be the Cook, stood at the end of the bar near the door to
the kitchen.  She had a bowl of something in front of her and she was just
raising the spoon to her lips when Draza shouted, "Drop that spoon woman."
The woman was so startled by the booming voice that she did drop the spoon
splattering stew all over the bar around the bowl.

"What d'ya think yur doin' shoutin like that, ya damn near scared the life
outa me don't ya know!"  The woman shrieked.

Draza crossed the large room in about five steps and snatched the bowl from
her; "Have you eaten any of this yet?"

"Just half a spoonful, it was still too hot.  Why d'ya want ta be knowin
that fur?"  Her eyes went wide at the site of the huge General up close.

"The stew had been poisoned, that's why."

Darra was just about to open her mouth to speak when someone yelled from
the storage room, "Master, come quick!"  It was Tarin, and when Draza
turned around he appeared at the other end of the room.

"What is your name, woman?"

"Darra"

"Follow me Darra, I think you might find this interesting."  The two of
them hurried to the storage room where the Elf had collapsed on the floor.
Draza examined the young Elf and found that his heard rate had slowed and
his throat was swelling up slowly.

"He ate some of that stew of yours and this was the result.  If we don't
get him to a healer, he will probably die."

"I would never do a thing like that, I didn't put nuthin like that in me
stew."  Darra chattered and ran to the boy who was now in Draza's arms.

"Are you Fallon's wife," Draza asked her.

"I'm is wife sure enough, an I wish I wasn't, he's a brut of a man that he
is!  Now him I would have a mind ta use poison on."

"Your husband is dead Darra, I made sure of that."

"Ahh thank the gods fer that!" She exclaimed loudly.

"We can discuss this on the way to the Keep, if this boy doesn't get to a
healer soon he will die.  Do you have someone who can watch this place
while you go with us?  I want more details and I don't have time right now
and I also don't want to have to come back into town today."

"Aye, the man at the bar be my brother, he'll mind the Inn - but the Keep's
a evil place you aren't plannin no funny business is ya?"

"No I am not, and Karsten is with us.  I haven't killed him yet so you can
be sure you will be safe.  I don't plan on harming any of you people.  Now
let us be on your way before this boy dies."

The all headed toward the wagon.  On the way there, Tarin noticed that
Draza's sword was glowing again and every time he had seen it glow it had
signaled trouble.

"Master, your sword is glowing," he said stated excitedly as his smooth
legs pumped to keep up with the giant steps of the slaver.

"Of course Tarin, Elves are naturally magical and the sword glows in the
presence of magic.  Haven't you noticed that by now?"  Draza replied.

"I guess so - yeah"

The wind and snow made things difficult as usual.  Draza put the Elf into
the wagon with the boys, and the Cook rode up front with him as they made
their way to the Keep.  On the way, Draza questioned the cook and she
confirmed his suspicions that the stranger had indeed been to the Inn
shortly before lunch, which at least put him at the scene of the crime.
She said that no one else in the little town knew anything about poison and
they both agreed that it must have been the black-clad mystery man.  Darra
asked her own questions and Draza answered them candidly.  She didn't seem
to mind one bit what they were up to at the Keep, in fact, she seemed put
at ease by the logical explanation.  It was her conviction that at least
the boys were not out in the cold or thieving in some dark alley somewhere.

This time when the party arrived they had been expected and were quickly
ushered inside while the doorman rushed to alert Var and Brynja.  Both
arrived quickly and Var seemed especially excited by the presence of the
Elf.  His eyes literally gleamed when he looked at the boy.  Brynja took
the Elf and led everyone to a kind of infirmary located near her own
quarters on the second floor of the keep.  By the symptoms, she was fairly
certain of the nature of the poison, so she gave the Elf a combination of
herbs then told everyone that there was nothing else to do but wait.  He
would either come around or die by the morrow.

Darra and Brynja stayed with the stricken boy while Var, Draza, Tarin and
Karsten went to Draza's chamber where they now reclined, enjoying a rather
exquisite glass of wine.  This time they were in the main room of the
suite.  A fire burned warmly in the large hearth and the large room felt
vary comfortable.

The other boys and girls had made the entire suite spotless and were
dressed in costumes that made them look like little nymphs.  The tops were
like half shirts and were made of soft tight fitting leather.  The bottoms
were snug fitting shorts made of a shiny satiny material.  Corann's was the
only one that was different and his was dyed white.  The twins were so cute
as they tended to Corann as if he were a prince.  The Boy's obviously had a
little game of their own going, which Draza had to admit was quite
alluring.  The girls were playing the part of the domestics and were busy
preparing snacks and dispensing the wine, which would then be served by the
boys.  The twins would each carry a glass and they would walk in front of
Corann as he directed each of them to either Draza or Var.  The delivery of
the wine was an elaborate ritual in itself.  The boy would kneel down on
one knee, bow his head, and with one hand under the glass and the other
around it, he would extend his arms up and out in the style of a religious
offering.  The Slave Lord was quite impressed.

Draza pulled a small leather pouch about if his pocket and casually handed
it to Corann.  "Give this to Var, I think he might find it interesting."

The Wizard opened the pouch and emptied it into his hand.  When he saw the
red-gold coin, his face took on a look of deep concern.  He studied the
coin for a few moments then looked up at Draza with a questioning look on
his face.

"Our mystery assassin dropped that in the stables at the Inn," Draza
explained, then he filled Var in on the events at the Inn.

"This Thay coin spells trouble.  I expected someone to eventually take
interest in my operation, but not the Red Wizards.  The fact that the
stranger had this coin on him makes it almost certain that he was sent by
that country," Var said.

"I am not very informed about Thayan magical operations, but I deal with
them frequently in my trade.  Thay is corrupt to the core and whatever they
are up to spells trouble.  As you know, Thay relies very heavily on slaves
to run their empire.  I am sure it is no coincidence that your operation
here involves slaves, even though they are very 'special' slaves.  Thayans
pride themselves on knowing about EVERY slavery-related operation in the
world, and on having some level of influence on those enterprises.  It is
also interesting to note that, as of late, they have been attempting to
initiate some unpopular alliances and working arrangements with the
Zhentarim.  In the past, the Zhentarim and the land of Thay have been
competitors, even, at times, enemies.  The Thay are fairly well organized,
while the Zhentarim, as I am sure you are aware, are somewhat disorganized.
We are broken up into many different factions and regions, making internal
disputes commonplace.  It would be all to easy for the Red Wizards to
foment chaos within the loosely woven Zhentarim network.  As of late,
Manshoon has been working to unite the entire Zhentarim into a unified and
cohesive empire.  Much of the motivation for this unification comes from
Thay's recent interest in Zhentarim affairs.  What I can't figure out is
why the Red Wizards are interested enough in your operation to send an
assassin over three thousand miles.  Have you got any ideas why they would
go to such trouble, and do you know how they might have found out about
this when they are over three thousand miles distant?"

"I have never dealt with anyone that has come from farther away than
Silverymoon for just this reason.  I have been very careful to keep my
operation hidden, especially from anyone having anything to do with the Red
Wizards; it makes for a longer life. It would seem that I wasn't careful
enough.  I have, however, dealt with clients of some importance, even the
nobility.  Thay's spy network is well known and legendary, but I was under
the impression that they had their hands full with the lands of Aglarand
and Rashemen, which have always been at odds with the Thayan nation.  Those
two nations have always kept Thay fairly well contained and incapable of
invading the nations of the Inner Sea.  My guess is that they have recently
expanded their interests as is indicated by what you said about their
increase in activity with the Zhentarim, who, if I'm not mistaken, is
responsible for much of their supply of slaves.

Thay is as much magical as it is corrupt; the two terms going hand in hand
when used in conjunction with anything related to Thay.  I haven't got the
slightest idea how much they know about what I do here, but it would stand
to reason that they have an idea that I mix magic with the training of my
slaves.  If they know this, it would certainly explain their unusual
interest in my activities.  There is one other thing that might be of
interest to them.  I have placed my boys very carefully, and as a result I
have attained considerable influence in certain noble houses and
governments in the area.  Although I have been very careful here too, it is
possible that one of those houses may have contained a Thayan spy."

"You certainly are a cagey old wizard, I like that.  I need to find out
more about this assassin, but my first order of business is to visit Larzon
as soon as this weather lets up enough to make it through the pass."

With that Draza drained his glass and Corann's little team refilled it
almost immediately.  While the boy knelt before him, he reached forward and
pulled the cute little morsel to his feet and fondled his soft boy-butt.
The boy responded by clenching his butt muscles and wiggling his hips.  The
wine was taking its toll on the big man and his inhibitions were breaking
down.  The boy's antics were beginning to arouse Draza so he pulled the boy
closer to him and the boy slithered into his lap, positioning his butt just
over Draza's penis.  The boy purred softly into his ear and snuggled while
Draza hugged him close.

"Since you are not aware of their talents Lord Draza, might I suggest that
you allow Corann here to take the lead with the other boys!  He is fully
trained and Kelly is rather inexperienced.  It would be good training for
Kelly and your first experience with a boy would be the best possible," Var
said with a slight smile.

Draza said nothing but released the boy, indicating his assent to Var's
subtle suggestion.  Kelly was a little disappointed but it didn't really
bother him since he WAS kind of nervous and didn't want to be responsible
for ruining his Master's first taste of Var's special boys.  Also, the
boys, with Var's help, had this all planned out.  Corann was to take the
lead and show the Slaver the finest experience of his life thus far.

Var extracted some resin incense from his robes and went to a small brazier
sitting on one of the tables near the wall.  He placed a small specially
formed charcoal disk in the brazier and started it by zapping it with
Wizard's Fire.  When is had turned white and was glowing, he sprinkled the
incense on it.  Rich aromatic smoke rose in plumes from the little burner.
Corann had attached a delicate collar and leash to each of the two twins
and the three of them were now performing and slow sensuous dance that
resembled the movement of an undulating snake.  Draza recognized the dance
as a worship dance performed before gods and emperors, it was quite erotic
and submissive.

As soon as the scent of the incense reached the two cute girls, they
hurried over and began to ready various items for the boys and their
master. The incense was having it's intended effect on Draza, making him
very relaxed and yet sharpening his senses to his own erotic feelings.  The
scent was slightly sweet and woodsy with a primeval quality.  It was not at
all overpowering.

Var glided over and gathered the three boys to him.  He spoke with them for
a few moments, then he addressed Draza.

"My friend, this is your first encounter with your new slaves.  If they
displease you in manner or performance, you are free to return one or all
of them to me at your discretion and choose different ones.  They know this
and will do their best to please you.  They are yours in mind and body and
you are free to do with them as you see fit."  He then turned to Tarin who
by now was beside himself with self-pity and hurt.  "Tarin, you will come
with me and allow your master his pleasure.  Now, my friend, I bid you
enjoy!"  And with that he raised his hands with a flourish.  A sudden flash
of green energy burst out from his body and both he and Tarin were gone.

Draza remembered Karsten and remembered that he had also partaken of the
wine and was fast asleep on a pile of pillows by the crackling fire; Draza
decided to leave him where he was.

The girls had placed soft linens and pillows on an oversized divan that sat
against the wall near a corner opposite his bedchamber then approached
their master who was still sitting in one of the chairs near the door to
his bedroom.

***Author's Note***

A divan is a long backless sofa with only one arm that rises up at an easy
angle so as to be comfortable to lie against.  They were often referred to
in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries as 'fainting' couches or
'Cleopatra' couches.  They are also quite convenient when entertaining a
boy, or when being entertained by a boy as they are easily accessible from
all sides:-)

***End Author's Note***

"Would my master care to move to the divan and let his unworthy slaves tend
to his needs?" Azara asked in her soft smoky voice as she indicated the
oversized sofa at the other end of the room.

Draza looked at the young girl and was astonished by her transformation
from a little earlier.  He hadn't paid any attention to the two girls while
he and Var had been talking, so her change in appearance surprised him.
She had applied make-up, and she had obviously had a lot of practice.  The
make-up was not too thick and did not make her look cheap; instead, it
served only to accentuate her already flawless features.  The only
unnatural part about it was the eyeliner, which was stark black and drawn
to a slightly upturned point to the side of each eye.  She had a cat-like
mysterious appearance.  Her clothing consisted of tight little black pants
made from some kind of soft shiny material and sheer black silks that she
wore about her shoulders.  Her hair was jet black, long, wavy, and
lustrous.  Her skin was an unblemished white.  Her tummy was tight and firm
and she had a shapely boyish bottom.  Her movements were graceful and
cat-like but not overly feminine.

"That would be excellent, but first I must shed this armor as it is none
too comfortable.  Are you able to help me?"

"Of course my master," she replied.  Cyra was there also, and both of them
helped him out of his breastplate.  He wasn't wearing his full suit of
armor, only the breastplate and leather chainmail on his legs.

When he was free of the armor, he went to the sofa and ordered another
glass of wine.  All he wore now was a tunic and loose fitting cotton pants.
Corann approached him and as he raised his arms, the boy lifted the tunic
over his head to expose his tanned skin and huge bulging muscles.  The site
of the slaver's bare torso mesmerized all three of the little boys, but it
was Corann who fell in love with that strong body.  As Draza sat on the
edge of the divan with his glass of wine, he reached up with his hands and
tipped his head back feigning mild euphoria and caressed his own body by
running his little hands down his chest.  While he did this, he moved his
hips and butt sensuously as he moved closer to Draza.

Draza became aroused almost instantly and his excited state was easily
apparent to the approaching boy who wiggled between Draza's legs and pushed
his own now hard penis and hips into the slavers rapidly growing member.
Draza groaned and sighed.  Corann reached out and took his master's
wineglass and emptied it into his own mouth.  Draza turned the beautiful
boy to the side by placing his powerful hands on the boy's smooth bare
sides and spanked him lightly on his supple little butt.  He let his hand
linger while he gently rubbed and kneaded the irresistible muscles as they
wiggled playfully.

Corann held the empty glass out to Azara who took it and refilled it,
setting it on one of the tables near the couch.  The boy put his arms
around Draza's neck and pushed his body toward the big man guiding him with
his arms and body so that he lay back on the elegant sofa.  Corann was now
on top on his master.  He pressed his lips to his master's lips and Draza
opened his mouth slightly.  Corran emptied the entire mouthful of wine he
had kept in his mouth from when he drained his master's glass.  The wine
was a little warm and tasted sweet to Draza who put his arms around the boy
and hugged him close.  Corann's body was warm and soft and Draza could feel
him breathing softly as he lie on top of him.

Corann wiggled his hips and pushed himself into Draza's now rock hard
penis.  He used a slow undulating motion that was driving his master crazy
with burning desire.  He softly rubbed his cheek against the side of
Draza's face and ran his hands through the big man's thick hair.  Then
Corann moved his hips and body up toward his master's head a little until
the big cock popped up between his silky thighs and pointed at his butt.
He tightened his thighs around Draza's throbbing sex and slowly moved his
butt up and down.

Draza reached down and grasped the boy's butt and moved his hands from his
slave's butt up over his back to his neck.  The feelings Draza experienced
were of such an intense pleasure that it made him giddy.  After a couple of
minutes, Corann sat up, straddling Draza's tight muscular stomach.  He slid
his butt down so that he was sitting just over his master's penis.  Corann
placed his hands on Draza's chest just below his breasts and arched his
back sticking his butt out.  His little pants were pulled tight, perfectly
outlining his boy form.  Corann's boyhood was hard as granite and the tight
shorts he was wearing outlined is little pouch.  The cute boy-slave used
his legs to raise his butt just enough to take the pressure off of Draza's
swollen member and then he moved his bottom down toward his master's feet
so his butt was positioned just below the man's balls.  Slowly, he moved
his feet out from under himself and put them on his master's chest just
below his chin, next he lie back on Draza's legs.  Corann wiggled his hips
and tugged at his tight shorts playfully.

The Zhentarim Lord took the hint immediately and reached up and pulled the
boy's shorts off.  The shorts had a light sweet boy smell, which Draza
found very gratifying.

At this point, Cailin and Kelly moved near their master while Cyra placed a
fresh glass of magically chilled dark red wine in the hand of each boy.
When the two boys approached, Draza looked at them.  They were hand in hand
they hugged each other with one hand in a sensuous display of brotherly
love and trust.  They turned as one and smiled and their new master,
marveling at his strong form.  They positioned themselves one on each side
of him, and each one in turn took a mouthful of wine and fed it to their
God.

The wine was of a mild strength and Draza had only consumed about six small
glasses all afternoon.  This coupled with the fact that the man was, after
all, over four hundred pounds of solid muscle, ensured that he was hardly
feeling the effects of the alcohol.

While the twins kept their master occupied, Corann slid down off of the
couch and reached out and gently grasped Draza's HUGE cock then went to
work unfastening his trousers.  At the same time, the twins set down their
wineglasses and ran their hands through his hair and moved their tummies
close so Draza could kiss them, which he did.

Draza moaned in delight when Corann touched his cock, then he raised his
hips when the boy started to unfasten his trousers.  The twins were
fondling him ever so gently which drove him wild.  The love and devotion he
felt from these innocent little boys sent wave after wave of desire and
lust through his whole being.

When Draza raised his hips, Corann deftly slid his trousers down and
removed them.  The sight of the giant's swollen manhood caught all of the
kids' attention.  His cock was oozing precum causing the circumcised head
to glisten in the firelight and they all stared at the perfect organ in
wide-eyed adoration.

"Master, you're so big!" Kelly whispered in astonishment.

Corann's anus tingled with delight as he wondered if the master would ever
want to enter his bottom, he sure hoped so.

All three of the boys slithered out of their shorts.  Corann got up on the
couch and squatted next to Draza's thighs, and then he slowly reached out
with both hands and took hold of the man's throbbing penis.  His fingers
barely reached around it for it's immense size.

Kelly had noticed how his master seemed to like playing with Corann's butt,
so he climbed Draza's mountain of a chest and turned to face Corann.  He
bent forward and began to slowly lick the warrior's stomach while exposing
his pink, tender little rosebud to Draza.

Cyra brought a little decanter of sweetly scented oil over to Corann and
poured some of it into the boy's palm.  The oil was thick and very pure and
contained extracts that would provide just a tiny amount of heat and tingle
to a sensitive organ like the penis.  Azara brought a similar flask to
Draza, which contained oil that was sweetly scented so as to mask any
undesirable odor.  The oil in both containers was not viscous but light and
very pure.

Cailin bounced up onto the big couch and with all of his strength he moved
the slavers muscle bound legs apart, then he knelt between them and sat on
his ankles.  Nudging his knees forward, he wedged his thighs under Draza's
butt.  This raised his master's hips a little and put Cailin's genitals
close to Draza's own.  Cailin put his left hand out, palm up, and Cyra
poured some oil into Cailin's palm.  Corann stroked the oil into Draza's
penis and Cailin fondled his master's balls until they were evenly coated
then he took a testicle in each hand and gently pulled on them a little
while massaging them.  Corann continued to very slowly stroke Draza's cock
with one hand while tickling the opening in the head with his nail.
Needless to say, this drove Draza to new heights and he was spinning with
pure pleasure.

Corann and Cailin's ministrations were driving Draza so wild with passion
that he simply could not resist the presence of that little butthole
pulsing before him.  He put his hand up and Cyra raised the flask over
Kelly's exposed butt and slowly poured a thick stream of oil at the top of
the boy's crack.  The oil slowly ran down between Kelly's soft butt cheeks.
When the cool thick stream reached the boy's butthole, Draza raised a
finger to the waiting orifice.  With a circular motion, the slaver caressed
around the soft tight opening until it was coated with oil.  Then as Cyra
continued to pour, Draza eased his finger into the boy's silky soft hole.

All the while, the other two boys continued their work on Draza's nether
region sending the slaver into such a state of absolute pleasure that it
was becoming nearly impossible to hold back any longer.  He curled his
finger inside Kelly's butt and found the boy's prostate gland.  The boy
sighed and moaned deeply, bringing his head up as he fought to control the
sensations flowing through his body.  Draza pumped the sensitive organ,
sending the boy to an intense orgasm.

Kelly's gyrations and the tightening of Kelly's sphincter caused Draza's
balls to contract as intense pleasure flowed into them with his approaching
orgasm.  He could feel his seed filling his tubes and so could Cailin, who
gently squeezed his master's ball sack with the tips of his fingers while
continuing to pull and massage Draza's balls.  Corann, meanwhile, started
to stroke firmly with both hands, lingering at the near bursting head with
each upward stroke and squeezing.

Suddenly, he could hold out no longer; he pulled his finger from Kelly's
butt as his orgasm slammed into him and surged through his whole being with
such force that he arched his back and every muscle in his body went rigid.
At the same moment, both Cailin and Corann could feel his orgasm and they
intensified their actions.  Cailin could feel the muscle between Draza's
scrotum and anus contract as the man's seed entered his penis and then shot
forth.

At the moment of high climax, another force flooded the slaver's body.
This other feeling was a hot tingling sensation of intense POWER that
demanded to be released along with the orgasm.  The power pulsed and grew,
prolonging the euphoric climax to an unbearable ecstasy pulling at the
Zhentarim's soul to be spent.

Draza grew light-headed as stars began to twinkle in his vision.  Not
knowing what action to take, but knowing that something had to be done or
his great heart might burst, he clenched his fists and thrust his arms
heavenward.  He opened his mouth and roared, letting go of his passion and
willing the power to flee from him.

His huge fists glowed with blue light and started to snap and crackle, then
blue-white trails of lightening crackled out from his fists in all
directions.  The power was searching for a target, for something to infuse
with it's essence, and it found...a boy.

Kelly was the closest to those twin arms of crackling power.  The instant
one of those tendrils found the boy it surged into him, filling him with
such intense passion and bliss that his little boyhood lurched and
convulsed into another orgasm so utterly consuming that the boy fell onto
Draza's chest.  He cried out as the sensation of passion took him.  His
body tingled all over, and then it was gone.

The magic reached out further and found Cyra and Cailin, sending both of
them into muscle cramping passion so intense that they were left dizzy and
exhausted.

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The End of Chapter 3
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