Date: Fri, 04 Dec 2009 12:15:30 -0500
From: williamrush@hushmail.com
Subject: The Travels of Antosh Teshna Part I & II

The Travels of Antosh Teshna
by William Rush

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This story is a work of fiction.


Chapter 1

There is something about me that is different from my brothers. They were
happy to settle into the lives of shopkeepers and farmers, but I, well I
sought more from life. Perhaps I was struck with a curse of wanderlust,
however I would like to think that it was my inability to settle, that
caused me to live the life I have. But I digress, this really isn't so much
a story about my life, so much as it is a story of this immense world that
I have had the good fortune of living in. There are many worlds out there,
or so the magi have told me, but none quite like this.


My journey began in my 19th year, my father had passed that fall and his
home and all that belonged to him was divided between his three eldest
sons, as was the law. Only the house and those immediate belongings that
could not be disputed, were left with my mother, my father's second
wife. To be true and honest, my mother was not a sister of Aleyeth, not by
any stretch, but neither was she a witch. I believe her to be as kind as
any mother could be capable of, loving and cruel, as most people can
be. She accepted my brothers as her own, called them her sons, and never
mentioned to anyone that they were not. If only my brothers were as
accepting of her, perhaps her life would not have been as trying after my
father's passing.


As I said, I have three brothers, all of them still alive and healthy, to
the best of my knowledge. The oldest is Valder, eight years my senior,
after him there is Tinder, two years his junior, and then Alden, two years
Tinder's junior. Each them has the customary light blonde hair and blue
eyes, common of most Lithlellans, I however, took after my mother, and have
dark black hair, green eyes, and pale skin, the traits of the 'southern'
Lithlellan.


To continue, our father passed when Valder had reached his 27th year. Each
of my brothers had taken a wife, and had already presented grandchildren to
him, though I remained single. My father was a wealthy man by Lithlellan
standards, having owned a successful shop that dealt in curios from far off
lands.


I worked in my father's shop from the young age of 10 years until his
passing, when it was decided that it should be sold and the proceeds
divided between my brothers, for none of them could agree on who it should
pass to. We had each spent our time imprisoned in it's lonely walls,
waiting for the chime of the door to open, occasionally sweeping or sorting
out merchandise as it was needed, however none spent as much time in the
shop as I did.


Even at the age of ten I had a keen eye for numbers and business, something
my father recognized immediately. It was naught but a year after I started
working in the shop that he sent my brothers off to be apprenticed, and
kept me to help him with the duties of the day to day business. My father
was a fine man, but a hard taskmaster. In his eyes compassion was a
weakness when it came to business, and unless his sons were successful,
then they would surely die at a young age, without coin or the warmth of a
wife, so everything he did was done as an act of kindness, although at the
time I did not see it as such. I am certain that his cruelty led to my own
success as a innkeeper later on, even if, perhaps, my wares would not be to
his approval.


As again I have digressed, allow me to get to the point, after my father's
passing, I was a young man without a job and without a home, too proud to
live off my mother's meager inheritance, so with the impulsiveness of
youth, I decided to take a job with the Royal Crown's Expeditionary League
and travel. The job was a simple matter of exploration and cataloging. As I
had a considerable deal of experience with curios and foreign commodities,
I was well suited for the position. It allowed me a decent purse for a boy
my age and allowed me to escape my home, where I had become an imposition.


Forgive me, I realize now that I have not told you my name. I am Antosh
Teshna, the son of Ridol Teshna, perhaps you have heard of me? No, well it
is not surprising. I have done very little to earn a reputation, aside from
being Lithlellan. This has been to my advantage though. It has allowed me a
life that would've been impossible to attain had I stayed within the
confines of my mother's house. You see, as I write this I am a wealthy man,
owner of a festhall in the finest city in the nation of Vinter, but as you
know that wasn't always so, and as I presume you know, Vinter is a great
distance from Lithlell, and the distance between those lands is the impetus
of my story.


The man that I would call master, in only the business sense, and only
because he required it, was named Jordach Teshna and he was the overseer of
the Crowns Expeditionary League. (To avoid confusion, Teshna is a common
Lithlellan surname, it's literal translation from old Lithlellan is
Blacksmith.) Master Teshna, was not a kind man, but rather the opposite of
the kind of person you would wish to work under. Master Teshna had decided
that I should undertake the cruelest of travels, an expedition to the land
of Suth. Suth was indeed not the kind of land anyone of middle blood, as I
was, would entertain visiting. In fact, it was it's remoteness, that had
led to the gradual downturn in commerce between that land and the land of
Lithlell.


Suth was a land of barbarians, or so the tutors had taught me. They were
uncouth and violent, perhaps even cannibals. They lived in the highest
peaks of the mountains, raiding their neighbor's villages and pillaging all
that could be found. They took small boys in the night and did unspeakable
things to them. It was most assuredly a land of the lost and misbegotten
and, unfortunately, it would be the place that I would have to visit in the
name of the crown, to ascertain whether or not there was any coin to be
made.


I, of course, was taught by my father that there was always coin to be
made, regardless of whether the man holding the coin was a rich man or a
barbarian. The trick was to separate the coin from the man, to understand
the man enough, that it became an easy task to convince them that what you
had to offer was something that they needed and wanted. So with this
knowledge I left one morning with a horse and two mules and thirty pinches
of gold dust in my pocket to pay for goods in lands with no currency, and
10 royal coins for lands that would accept them.


I said my goodbyes to my mother, who was distraught, as any mother would
be, to see her youngest leaving. My brothers gave me a civil fairwell, the
only one even remotely moved by my departure being Tinder. He took me aside
and gave me a knife he had crafted especially for me.


"The world is not always what we'd like it to be Antosh," he said in a
stern voice. "Sometimes a knife is all we have to keep the wolves at bay,
so when you hear them baying, here is good knife to hold in your hand."


I thanked him, and despite customs, we embraced. When we finished, he held
me by the shoulders and looked at me, nodded, and then joined my other
brothers. I could see the worry in his eyes. Perhaps my departure was the
spark his soul needed, in order for him to realize that he had not been a
decent brother. I came to believe that the knife he gave me was his way of
making amends for all he did not do. However, I'll never know, for that was
the last I would ever see of my family.


My journey began in the capital of Lithlell, Quellen. The city is quite a
spectacle, and I mean that in the literal sense. A Lithlellan is taught
that he is of superior stock to all others, even if he is a pauper, if
simply because he has been born from the ancient seed of the heroes of
Athes, Lord of the lands.


Yes, the streets in Lithlell are paved with bricks, but the finest streets
are paved with marble, upon which no carriage can travel. The buildings are
kept fresh and clean, washed and painted annually, any left lacking are
fined by the Court.


The Lithlellan people, although a bit self absorbed, which I will be the
first to admit, are quite willing to appreciate the beauty of creation, in
particular the arts. So it is not uncommon to see statues and fountains
adorning the streets, a sign of the skilled artisans that work within the
land.


From any place in Quellen you can see the Palace, the home of the King, who
rules in name only. The actual rulers of the land are the Priests of Athes
and Aleyeth, Lord and Lady of the land. It is the bishops and archbishop
that decide the law of the land, and although they understand the need for
leniency in some things, they are still strict in others. In fact it is
this very tendency that has led to the sexual repression most Lithlellans
live with. For even though the cities of Lithlellan are beautiful, at times
even sensual, the open expression of sex is looked down upon.


Yes there are brothels and festhalls, but you will not find them in any of
the middle districts, and you most certainly will not find them openly
advertising their wares, for although the businesses are tolerated, it is
still a sin to give in to the urges of the flesh, unless those urges are
carried out in the chamber of one's bedroom with one's wife. Anyone caught
soliciting another for sex outside of one of those businesses, whether the
customer or the prostitute, would certainly spend time in the dungeons.


Even then in most cases you will not see any respectable Lithlellan
entering a brothel, and very few will enter a festhall, for fear of
tarnishing their reputation. Everyone knows what happens in those places;
the men and women, even boys and girls, that tend to the prurient desires
of men. Perhaps even more despicable, in the eyes of the pious, is the fact
that the people who serve in those places are not forced to, no, rather
they do so out of necessity, and thus, of their own free will, or as free
as it can be.


This faith, of which all Lithlellans are taught at a young age by the
priests of the Temples, is one of piety and modesty. I was no different, so
in my leaving the lands of Lithlell I had no idea that these principles
were not held universal by virtuous men.


You may ask, why do you speak of this as if it is still so, hasn't it been
many years since you have walked in those lands? Well the fact is, nothing
changes in Lithlell, at least nothing that doesn't take years or decade,
and in the matter of sex, nothing changes at all. The methods may change,
but the attitude will always remain the same, at least with the oligarchy.


So the land I left many years ago is still the same today as it was then. I
know by the words of those who have been there, and from the rumors that
persist. The Archbishop may have passed, but another, with the same agenda,
has assuredly taken his place.


I could go into detail about the villages of Lithlell, but suffice it to
say, they are just smaller versions of the capital. The only difference is
that the only street paved in marble is the one leading to the Temple. I
should know, I went through a great deal of Lithlellan villages before I
reached the border with Sammal and it is there that a distinction between
piety and irreverence arose, for Sammal is a land of passion, as I was soon
to find out.


Chapter 2


When I reached the border of Lithlellan, the streets were no longer paved,
rather they were mere trails of dirt, wide trails, but trails
nonetheless. A small brook was all that marked the distinction between the
two lands. On the Sammal side I found a small camp set up with one building
made of wood, nothing more than simple a flap of calfskin hung for a
door. From inside I could hear the sound of child, most likely a boy making
grunting sounds. A soldier stopped me and asked for my papers. I handed
them to him and he read the decree I carried with great care.


"I pity you boy," the soldier said. "It is a long way to Suth and not a
pleasant trip in the least. May Athes guide you, for you will most
certainly need guidance."


At that moment the child inside let out a high pitched squeal, one that I
would grow accustomed to later in life, but at that time was ignorant of.


"Will you keep that boy quiet!" The soldier hollered.


"Sorry captain," a voice hollered back. "He's not used to this kind of
treatment."


"He'll survive," another more sinister voice said.


"It hurts," the boy said, with obvious pain in his voice.


"Your papers are in order," the captain said. "You should be on your
way. Be careful out there now."


"I will," I said, preparing to leave, then knowing in good conscience I
could not leave the boy without at least asking. "Is the boy alright?"


The captain looked at me,"why do you want a know?"


"Well it would not be respectful for me to leave if there was something I
might do to aid the lad in his suffering," I replied.


"Oh," the captain said, reassured by my answer. "No need to worry, the
boy's suffering will end. His treatment will take just a bit longer, then
he'll have plenty of time to rest."


"Are you sure?" I asked, with uncertainty in my voice.


"Trust me," the captain said, an unsettling smile crossing his lips as he
slapped my horse's hindquarters to get me going.


I looked back, not so innocent, worried for that child. I remembered that
day for quite awhile but I would not admit to myself exactly the kind of
treatment the boy was undertaking. Perhaps it was a good thing that I did
not admit this, for at the time I might have acted rash, and even if I
carried a royal decree, there were certain things a good soldier would not
suffer.


The lands of Lithlell are well cultivated. When you travel through the
country, you will see open fields, farms, and manors dotting the
countryside. The poor tend to the fields, the wealthy sit on their verandas
watching them toil. I would learn only after leaving my homeland how
debauched the privileged and the oligarchy are. How the priests were made
up of men that could not actually live according to the laws they
set. Those men attracted to other men, or even boys. Those men who's lust
overwhelm them or have the desire to control others, they are the men who
become the pious or the holy arm of the land. It is an irony lost on me,
how the ones exacting the vengeance of the Gods can often times be so like
the ones they exact vengeance on. The only difference being the
methodology.


Sammal is not Lithlell. The lands may look the same, but the countries are
not. Sammal is ruled by a parliament and a Caesar. I would learn my first
lessons about Lithlell in this land, lessons I would carry with me to this
day.


The first village I entered had no real name, it was simply called Hexel's
Crossroads. There were two streets running through the village, one north
to south, and one east to west. I traveled on the road leading west. The
first person I came upon was a young Sammish boy, no older than twelve
years in age. He had a thin face, and long dark blond hair hanging down to
his shoulders. His teeth were white, and he had light brown eyes. I also
noticed that he wore very little clothing and for a moment I thought he was
homeless. When he walked towards me, the wrap he was wearing came down a
bit and I couldn't help but catch site of his young soft prick, causing me
to blush a bit.


"Hello lad," I said, averting my eyes. "Do you know if there is a place to
rest close by?"


The boy laughed, "I can answer your question for a Sintel."


"A Sintel for an answer," I said, looking at the boy as he pulled his wrap
up and tightened it. "It's merely a question."


"Yes and I have the answer," the boy said as a matter of fact.


"Well I will not pay for an answer," I said, quite perturbed with the small
boy. "I can find a place to rest myself."


The boy frowned, "Well perhaps I have other things I could sell you."


"I am most certain you do not," I replied, looking at the pale waif,
realizing now that he was perhaps a year or two younger than I thought,
merely a bit tall for his age.


"Come now," the boy said. "You must be lonely, especially if you came from
Lithlell. I could give you some company and show you a nice place to camp."


I was naive, but not so naive that I did not understand the boy's
meaning. I will be frank with you, at that time I had still not been with a
woman, and being such, I was not as confident with women as I would one day
become. To be offered the opportunity to know this boy in that way was
quite tempting, in fact for a boy of nineteen years, it was nearly
overwhelming.


"I appreciate the offer," I replied to the boy, stuttering a bit. "But I
must be on my way."


The boy laughed at me,"What you don't like sex? Do you want a girl
instead?"


"Watch your mouth you little twit," I said. "I can obviously see I have
mis-spoken, you are clearly not a lad but rather a lady."


"Shove a rock up your arse," the boy said, spitting at me. "I didn't want
to keep you company anyway. Not with those pox scars."


"Hmm," I replied. "I see you speaking, but I can't hear the words coming
from your mouth."


"A pox on you," the boy shouted, reaching down to grab a stick.


"Now! Now!" I said. "No need to be violent."


"Too good for me are you?" He said approaching me with the stick.


"Put that down," I heard someone say from behind me.


I turned to find a man in armor made of sewn leather walking towards me,
carrying a spear, a sword hanging at his side. He had the more common light
brown hair most Sammish had. He also had brown eyes and tanned skin,
obviously having spent time outdoors. It looked as if he was inspecting me.


"What's going on here?" The man asked.


"I was just talking to him and he told me I was ugly," the boy said in an
angry voice.


"He's lying," I replied, frustrated that I was being thrust into such
drama.


"I most certainly am not," the boy said.


"He offered to have sex with me and I declined," I said, quite certain that
the man I was speaking with would be as appalled as I was.


"Is that so," he said, pausing for a moment, looking at the two of us. "I
must say, Rummel may not be as beautiful as your Lithlellan boys, but he
isn't so hard on the eyes. You'll be pressed to find another boy as
talented as him, at least around these parts."


I was speechless. Was this guard encouraging me to go off with this boy?
Did he not see how un-excusably wrong that was? I looked at him, not
knowing what to say, just watching him as he came up and stood next to me.


"Do you not like boys," he asked, in almost a whisper.


"I most certainly do like boys," I said, a bit upset at the
connotation. "Just not in that way."


"I understand if you don't," he said. "I've been known to appreciate a bowl
more than the candle myself..."


"I am not interested in a bowl," I said outraged. "And I'm not interested
in him! I just want to find a place to camp and rest for the night!"


"My! My!" The man said, a smile on his face. "Rummel, I do believe we are
amongst the faithful."


"Do not mock me," I said, watching as he bowed before me. "I'm just not
interested in that sort of thing. Maybe in the morning..."


"In the morning you will unpack your camp and wander off," he said. "Upset
that you finally had a chance to feel what sex was like, and yet did not
follow through."


"I don't think I care for what you are inferring," I said, glaring at the
man.


"Inferring?" The man said, staring up at me, the smile leaving his
lips. "Lad, let me give you a piece of advice, if you speak to many other
men like that, they'll be less kind than I, I'm most certain. I tell you
what, I'll help you find a place to camp, but only if you promise not to
speak to anyone else in the village. I don't want any more
problems. Agreed?"


I continued to glare at him, watching as he tapped his finger on his sword
absentmindedly. I wanted to jump down from the horse and take off my riding
glove and smack the man across the face, as the gentlemen did in the
stories my mother had told me, instead I just nodded.


"Fine," I said.


That first night outside Lithlellan should have been uneventful, but it was
my first lesson in what the Sammish were really like. As you grow up, in
almost every land, if you hear anything remotely promiscuous, it seems to
always involve the Sammish. 'You're as horny as a Sammish whore' or 'you
can't trust that man around a boy, he's got Sammish blood in him'. None of
these are actually true, rather they are gross misrepresentations of a rich
culture that has no shame in the joys that the body has to offer.


A Sammish boy will not sleep with just anyone, even a whore. If you are
ugly or have a mean disposition, they will shy from you, just as any other
boy inclined in that way would. However if a Sammish boy finds you
attractive, or kind for that matter, they'll be more than happy to allow
you to have your way with them, as long as that way allows them some
pleasure as well.


In Sammish society, sex was, well sex. It wasn't sacred nor was it confined
to the bed chambers. There were no laws deciding where one was to have sex,
except that one should not just have sex anywhere, a modicum of decency was
expected. So if you were out walking and happened to find a couple having a
good time, it was not appropriate to offer to join them, nor was it
appropriate to watch. With that being said, there are occassions when
someone may act lewdly in front of you, when that occurs, most often it is
an attempt to embarrass you, or a way of flaunting something they believe
you want, that they have.


Another difference between Sammish society and Lithlellan society was less
pronounced, the presence of slaves. I would later come to understand that
Lithlellan society had slaves, they just called them servants and gave them
a few coins to keep them happy. Sammish society hid under no guise, the
slaves were slaves. They were punished for disobedience, expected to obey
their masters, and treated as their masters saw fit, within limits. One
could not, for instance, cut off their slaves finger or foot, just because
they felt like it, however one could tie their slaves up and have their way
with them for as long as they wanted.


The boy at the border station was most likely a slave, for those were the
only young boys who normally had sex in Sammal. Free children were safe
from that kind of treatment, for as long as they declined the advances of
men (or women). The boy that approached me, Rummel, wasn't necessarily a
slave, for it was not completely uncommon for a boy or girl of ten or
eleven to become interested in those things or to start to earn money in
that way.


As I said, Sammal was not Lithlell. A fact not lost on the two
countries. In the past forty years there had been three wars between the
two nations, with claims that it was for one thing or another, but in all
honesty it was always about the Gods. The Sammish do not follow Athes and
Aleyeth alone, rather they follow a pantheon that includes Athes and
Aleyeth, but not exclusively. Lithlellans believe that there are no other
gods other than the Lord and Lady and to even mention so is a
crime. Inevitably a war is started and one side fights the other in the
name of virtue and all that's good, continuing until one side or the other
is tired or has gotten what they wanted. Then for several years peace is
called and the two lands live as brothers and sisters should. It has never
been decided which country is the brother or which one is the sister, but
it is quite obvious that there is some incest involved, for in the end both
sides get fucked, to put it bluntly.


Chapter 3


It was on that first night in Sammal that I began to learn about these
differences, as well as the necessity of having some form of cover to
protect you from the weather. You see, before the moon even came out, it
began to rain, soaking everything in my pack and me. I, somewhat afraid of
the man with the spear I'd spoken to earlier, stayed at my camp and refused
to move. I was there for a half hour before Rummel came out.


"Come," He said, holding a wicker basket above his head. "My mother has
made a bed for you. She would not have you sleeping in the rain, because of
me."


I was hesitant to move, remembering that this boy had tried to seduce me,
and also believing maybe his mother was as well, and who knew how old his
mother was for that matter.


"Do you like sleeping in the rain?" Rummel hollered as the downpour
increased.


I stared at him for a bit then answered, "No, but this doesn't mean you can
have your way with me."


"Trust me," Rummel said, laughing. "I don't want you in any way."


I took my horse and mules to the small barn in town and paid the boy there
a few Sinthel to put them up for the night, then followed Rummel to his
home. Rummel's home was near the outskirts of the village, very near where
I met him. It was a building made of hardened mud, it's walls shaped and
smoothed out, til they formed a decent structure. It had several windows
and a wooden door, an obvious matter of pride for the young boy.


"This is my home," He said, grabbing the latch and opening the door,
ushering me through.


As I stepped into the only room of the house I finally saw Rummel's
mother. She was not old by any means, in fact she looked to be only a few
years older than I. I wondered how young she must have been when she had
Rummel. She too had dark blond hair and brown eyes, and like Rummel her
face was thin. Unlike Rummel, she had breasts and hips, and all those other
things that I like in women, and still do. She wore a thin dress, that
barely hid the outline of her body and clearly showed the points of her
breast.


"You're both soak and wet," his mother exclaimed. "Take those wet clothes
off."


I was a bit shocked at her request and did nothing, but Rummel did just as
he was told. In short order he had dropped the short wrap he was wearing to
the ground, standing completely naked and wet in front of me. He trembled a
bit and wrapped his arms around himself, as cold children will. I had no
doubt then that Rummel was still a child, his sex was bald without even the
slightest hair. He had smooth tan skin, without a single tan line, and his
chest prominently displayed his small pale nipples. His blond hair, also
wet, hung down in strands. I could not take my eyes off of him, even though
I knew I should.


"Come now," his mother said, as she approached me and started to unclasp my
tunic. "You must have seen a naked boy before."


"Not in a long time," I said without thinking.


"You jest," Rummel said.


I looked at the boy as he stood there brazenly exposing himself to me, now
moving his fingers up and down the length of his hard little penis. He was
obviously trying to tease me.


"Nay," I said, still unable to pry my eyes away. "It has been many years
since I saw a boy in the flesh,"


The water had formed beads on his body and the thought of running my tongue
across it just to taste his skin, suddenly entered my mind. I looked at his
stiff little rod, the skin pulled taught over its head. It was just short
of four knuckles long. I wondered how hard it would feel in my hand. I
wanted so much to reach out and squeeze it.


"Well have a good look," Rummel's mother said, as she pulled my tunic off
of me. "Who knows when you'll see another in Lithlell."


"Thank you m'lady," I said, still staring at her son.


"I'm guessing you're sorry you didn't take him up on his offer earlier,"
the mother said, as she lowered my trousers to the ground, exposing my half
hardened manhood to both of them.


I might not have mentioned, but I am large. I know in many stories, the
person telling the tale is 'large', but I am large. In fact I was larger
than my oldest brother when I was merely twelve. I'm not positive as to
why, because no one else in my family has my size, but my mother once told
me it was from her side of the family. I guess it was the size of my
manhood that caused Rummel's mother to reach out and take hold of it. All I
know is that when she did, the greatest feeling of my life coursed through
my body.


"By the gods," the mother said. "Can you believe this Rummel?"


"It's big mummy," Rummel said. "I doubt it could've gone in me."


"With a bit of work it might," his mother replied.


"Please m'lady," I said, reaching for her hand.


"Now, now," she said, as she knelt before me. "There's no doubt in my mind
what your body desires, lets not deprive it of the simple joys we have to
offer."


"Oh, no," I said, remembering a promise I had made my mother about Sammal
and ladies. I felt Rummel's mother slowly snake her tongue out and lick the
tip of my rod, pushing it into the piss hole.


"He's already leaking," she said, offering it to her son, who knelt beside
his mother and took it in his mouth.


"Oh mother," I said.


"Don't call me mother," the mother said, believing I was talking to
her. "That's nasty, call me Genna."


"I'm sorry Genna," I said.


"Do you even know what kind of tool you have here?" Genna asked, causing
Rummel to let out a muffled giggle, his lips still wrapped around the head
of my cock.


Indeed it was long, by royal calculations over a king's foot in length, so
it must've been at least nine and a half knuckles by barbarian standards.


"This is wrong," I said, looking at the boy sucking me, but doing nothing
to stop him.


"Trust me," Genna said to me as she stroked my balls. "You wont be his
first, nor his last."


"By the gods," I said, even as I thought how there was no way I could push
it into such a young boy.


"And," Genna said as I looked down at her young son, his lips wrapped
around my cock. "You can come inside of him and not worry about getting him
pregnant."


I groaned and submitted. Perhaps it was a stereotype to lose my virginity
to a Sammish mother and child, but I was not going to deny them the
pleasures of my body, just so long as I had the pleasure of theirs as
well. I trembled at the feeling of the young boy's tongue rolling around
the head of my cock, taking more and more inside. It took no more than one
stroke in and out for it to happen.


I came quickly, prematurely, to be exact. The sensation of the boy's mouth
too much for me to bare. Rummel did not even take it out as I felt
explosion after explosion of bliss run through my body, into my cock and
past his lips. The only spot of juice I saw, was a small dribble that clung
from the tip of my rod to his chin when he finally drew away. It was white
and slimy and he apparently loved the taste, as did hos mother, who sucked
my cock into his mouth trying to get anything left inside.


"Don't worry," Genna said, I wasn't sure if it was to me or her son. "It'll
be ready for another go soon."


She was right, for it barely softened at all. For a moment I was filled
with guilt, but the sight of young Rummel, my seed still coating hos bottom
lip and chin, drove that from my mind. I was led by my cock to the bed in
the corner.


Genna pushed me down on my back and took me into her mouth as she ran her
hands along my stomach and across my chest. She moaned, obviously enjoying
it.


"You don't taste that bad," Rummel said, as he licked his lips and wiped
his chin with the back of his hand.


"Thank you," was all I could think of saying as I watched his mother
sucking me.


"Mummy can I put it inside me," Rummel asked.


"In time dear," Genna said, as she pulled my cock from her mouth and
stroked it. "We have to get him hard again first."


"Mummy," Rummel said, wrapping his own smaller hand around it. "He's
already hard. You just don't want to share."


"Alright," Genna said. "We have all night, if you want to have your turn
now, that's fine, it just means he'll last longer when I get a go."


"Thank you mummy," Rummel said, obviously happy.


"But I think you'll need to go get the olive oil," Genna said. "He'll be a
chore for that little ass of yours."


Rummel jumped off the bed and ran to a shelf to grab a carafe and carried
it back to the bed.


"Here mummy," he said running back to the bed, handing it to his mother.


"Slow down," his mother said. "Or you'll hurt yourself dear."


I groaned as they coated my cock with the thin oil, rubbing their hands up
and down it's length, ever so softly, grinning at me with evil little
smiles each time they caused me to cry out.


Rummel's mother ended by pouring oil over her son's hole, then running a
finger up inside of him, spreading the oil as good as she could.


"Will he fit," Rummel asked.


"We'll see," Genna said. "Either way it'll be sight to watch him try."


"Do I need the gag mummy?" Rummel asked.


"Do you think you'll be screaming, baby?" Genna asked him as she reached
under the mattress, pulling out a thick piece of leather strap, with a
buckle.


"Maybe mummy," Rummel asked. "I'd like the gag anyways mummy."


"I know dear," Genna said, stroking her son's hair as the little boy took
the thickest part of the strap and rapped his mouth around it.


Rummel's mother buckled the strap tightly from behind, then grabbed the boy
by the hair and pulled him up on top of me. I moved to stop her.


"He likes a bit of roughness," Genna said, pushing my hand away. "Trust me,
he'll let us know if he doesn't like it."


I laid back again, unsure of the facts, but willing to allow it, if only
because I wanted so much to come inside either of the two, mother or son.


Rummel's asshole was much smaller than the head of my dick, I could not
even begin to understand how either of them believed I'd be able to get
inside of him. Him mother looked at me and stroked my leg.


"Little boys stretch," she said. "Although I wouldn't suggest trying this
with a virgin."


She guided my rod to Rummel's hole.


"Take it dear," Genna said. "If you don't take at least half, mummy will
have to punish you."


Rummel whimpered, I'm not sure if it was because he had changed his mind,
or whether he was just playing the part of the victim, but either way he
let himself down on my cock.


It was so tight, I did not believe it would go inside, if I was even the
slightest bit soft, I'm sure it would've bent me in half, but I wasn't
soft, not a bit. I was nineteen and as hard as could be. So it did not take
long before the head of my cock popped inside of the by, who cried out into
his gag and immediately pulled off of me.


"Is it too big dear," Genna asked, still holding the base of my cock in her
hand.


Rummel shook his head, his eyes obviously wet with tears. After taking a
deep breath I felt him grunt as he began to push back on my cock again. It
took less time for me to enter him, but as soon as I did I felt him try to
pull off again, the only thing that kept it inside was his mother holding
him in place.


"It's alright dear," she said. "You can do it. If you take it out again,
you'll have to have him on top."


"I think it's too big," I said, feeling as if the blood was being squeezed
from the tip of my cock.


"He's had one nearly this size," his mother said. "A Suthian mercenary,
remember dear."


Rummel did not respond, rather he knelt bent over, the tip of my cock
wedged in his hole, his eyes closed tightly, holding his breath, as he
balanced there with his hands on my chest.


"Here," his mother said, grabbing my hands and placing them on the boy's
waist.


I looked at the smooth hole stretched thin around my cock, it looked
impossibly large inside of his small body. I moved just a bit to get a
better look, this caused my cock to lurch up inside of him. Rummel cried
out in to the gag.


"Slowly," his mother said. "He's too small for you to be pushing it all in
at once."


I wanted to say, 'obviously', but instead I just nodded my head and grunted
as I felt him push down again on my cock, pushing another half a knuckle
inside of his impossibly tight boy hole.


"God," I said, holding on to his hips, feeling my cock gripped by the
softest tightest thing I'd ever felt.


"Baby," Genna said. "I know you want to be on top, but I think you'll have
to lay down and let him on top. You don't want to put more in, but we know
he can fit more, don't we."


The young boy looked at his mother, tears in eyes, and nodded. I took my
hands off his hips and felt my cock leave his body. I missed that feeling
almost immediately.


"On your back dear," his mother said. "Like the Lithlellans do it. Seems
only right for his first time."


Rummel looked at me, then rolled over onto his back. His mother moved to
the opposite side of her son and grabbed his ankles, pulling the boy's legs
back, exposing the boy's hole again.


"Do it," the mother said. "It'll hurt him, but don't stop unless I tell you
to."


I couldn't believe she was asking me to do this. I crawled behind the boy
and put my cock at the entrance to his dilated hole. It was now red and
swollen. His penis was soft as it lay against his smooth stomach. For a
moment a thought of spanking the boy came to mind, but I pushed that to the
back of my head.


I leaned forward. The tip of my rod slid past the weakened barrier of his
anus, into his soft warm tunnel. I moaned, continuing in until I couldn't
go any further, the pleasure so great I did not even hear the muffled
pleading of the gagged boy.


I looked down at the boy, his face red, tears coming from his eyes, he
looked up at his mother, trying to say something, but unable to with the
gag in his mouth. I felt the boy's hands push against my thighs, trying to
keep me from going further inside, but it was a futile gesture. I was
nineteen, and for the first time I was inside of a boy's warm hole. There
was very little that would stop me now.


"He'll be done soon darling," his mother said, putting her hand over her
son's gagged mouth. "You can scream if you have to honey."


He did. He closed his eyes and shrieked, as he tried to accept the fact
that a cock nearly two knuckles wide was inside of him, a cock he had no
control over, a cock that moved as deep as it wanted and as fast as it
wanted. I could tell he was certainly never going to do this again, or at
least I believed that to be true.


I moved into him deeper. It was lust that drove me. I slipped in more
without even thinking, just doing. I felt the tip meet resistance then I
pushed in a bit more, not wanting to stop, this caused his eyes to fly
open, as he began to beat his small fists on my chest.


"That's as much as he can take," his mother said, putting her hand around
my dick holding it in place, as she moved to the side of her son, leaving
the boy's legs to wrap around my waist.


I looked down. About four knuckles were inside of the boy. His hole was
stretched and red. It felt so hot and tight, squeezing me like a tight
fist.


"He's going to ruin you," Genna said. "You're not going to meet a woman
who's going to be that tight."


"I'm hurting him," I said, drawing back a little.


"Don't take it out," the mother said, increasing her grip on my
cock. "He'll let you know if he wants it out."


"By the gods," I moaned, feeling my cock start to get sore from the
incredible grip the boy's insides kept on me.


"Pull it out and then put it back in, just a bit," the mother said, guiding
me in and out of her son with her hand. "Unbelievable."


Genna pulled and pushed me in and out of her son, and as she did the young
boy started to whimper, gripping the blanket with his hands, looking down
his body, trying so hard to see where we were joined.


I had no way of knowing that the boy was shuddering because he was caught
in a place of pleasure and pain, or that the boy had learned to not only
live there, but love that place. I could only see the tears and hear the
strain of his young voice. His mother knew well what the boy was
feeling. The Suthians started their boys young, but the Sammish started
their children even younger. It seemed to be a national fetish for
mothers. In almost every town you would find one selling their son or
daughter out. Watching the men with them, helping men do whatever they
wanted to them.


I lost my virginity to a wailing little boy with barely any balls to speak
of. I think it damaged me in a way, that feeling, the look in the boys eyes
as I pushed hard against him, releasing my cum inside, crying out as he
arched his body, feeling the tip of my cock stretch his insides even
further. He wailed as he started to come as well, his warm hole literally
throbbing around my cock.


I filled him that day, sobbing and thrashing. He had come three times while
I was inside of him. After I pulled out of him he could barely touch the
lips of his stretched and dilated hole without whimpering. I could look
inside of him and see the juices I had left there. See his face as his
mother unbuckled the gag, my cock hanging inches from where it had been,
leaking juices on to the bedding.


I fucked his mother that night and she was right, the boy had spoiled
me. Each thrust into his mother, caused me to remember the tightness of her
son. Rummel watched, curled up in the corner of the bed, his face hidden
behind his knees, watching me, judging my character. I knew he was trying
to decide whether I wanted to hurt him or just lost control. I'm not sure
what he believed, all I know is that he woke me in the middle of the night
and asked me to do it again. I did. He screamed that time too.


Chapter 4


Rummel ran beside me as I left town. I looked at the boy, dressed once more
in his short wrap, his hair pulled back into a pony tail.


"Will you be coming back," he asked.


"Not for awhile," I said, the thought of jumping off the horse and taking
the boy once more filling my mind.


"If you do," he said, looking up at me with a smile. "Will you stop and see
us."


He paused, a blush coming over his face, "I know mother would like to see
you again."


"When I'm back here," I said to him. "I will come and see you my little
rose."


Rummel smiled and finally stopped running, obviously tired.


"Be careful," he hollered. "Don't stop for any lame men!"


It is a practice of bandits to have a man or child lay in the middle of the
road, either acting as if they were injured, or the bandits actually injure
them. Then the bandits will wait for someone to stop and help, depending on
the circumstances, When someone does stop the bandits either rob them or
beat them, whichever seems practical. I was told of this and other things
before I left, while Master Teshna was instructing me on the basics of
traveling abroad. Rummel reminded me of the troubles that the road may
offer and I started to realize that perhaps not every town would have a
Rummel or Genna waiting for me, perhaps I needed to be more cautious.


As I mentioned before, the differences between Sammal and Lithlell on the
surface are barely noticeable. There are open fields, farms, and manor's in
Sammal just as there are in Lithlell. There are also slaves, oftentimes
wearing nothing more than a loincloth to cover them as they worked. Young
slaves often wore no clothes. It was only when a slave matured that it was
deemed respectable to dress them, and then it was usually only the most
basic attire.


After leaving Hexel's Crossroad, I traveled until the late afternoon,
passing through several more villages before reaching a town called
Volone. Volone was made up of wooden buildings, with windows and doors, as
you would find in most large cities in Lithlell. The surrounding
countryside was predominately made up of vineyards and orchards. Apparently
the town was known far and wide for it's grapes and olives, or at least
that's what the sign nailed to a tree at the center of town proclaimed. I,
of course, hadn't heard of the town, but then I never claimed to be a
procurer of produce or wine, so it was quite possible for me never to have
heard of this village.


As I rode through town, my two mules following behind, I drew the attention
of many people. Perhaps it was my fair skin and uncommonly dark hair, but
people seemed to follow me as I moved along the streets. I began to feel
self conscious until a soldier, only a bit older than I, rode up and
stopped me.


"Good day to you," he said. "Any news from the south?"


"I'm sorry, no," I said, looking at the man. "I traveled from the east."


"Oh," the soldier replied, looking me up and down. "There was a Kuthian
raid south of here. It struck several villages. I was hoping you might have
some news."


"Raid?" I said, having heard of them, but never actually understood that
they really did go on.


"Yes," the soldier said, trotting beside me now. "They raided several
villages south of here."


"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, honestly, unaware of what role Kuthians
would play in my future.


"Well travel wisely lad," the soldier said. "A fine strapping lad like you
would sell for a great deal to the Pithians."


I blushed, not appreciating the comment, but not saying anything in
response, realizing it was less of an insult and more a matter of fact.


"Is there a place to put up my horses in town?" I asked.


"Just up this road," the soldier said. "There's an inn right beside it. I
wouldn't suggest staying at the one across the street from the stable, it
might be a bit much for you."


Again, I remained silent, not sure whether the soldier was being insulting
or trying to offer me kindly advice.


"Well then," the soldier said. "May Athes guide your path."


"And you as well," I replied, nodding to the soldier.


I found the stable, a boy of about twelve or thirteen, stood at the trough,
clothed in only a loincloth. The boy was obviously not Sammish, in fact he
had the blonde hair and pale skin common of Lithlellans, it was the first
time I saw one of my own people dressed in such little clothing outside of
a swimming hole.


"Boy," I said, addressing the child as he bowed his head. "Is this the
stable?"


"Yes, master," he said in return, causing me to be a bit taken back.


"Please," I said. "My name is Antosh, you may call me Antosh."


I watched as the boy chanced a glance at me, then quickly averted his eyes
again.


"No, master," the boy said. "I'm not supposed to address anyone by their
names. Would you like me to take your horse and mules master?"


"Why must you call me master," I said.


"Urel," a man said from inside the barn. "Are you misbehaving?"


"No master," the boy said, fear in his voice.


A fat Sammish man came outside of the barn. He wore no shirt, his stomach
hung over his trousers. He had obviously been sweating.


"You better not be," he said, then looking at me asked. "How can I help you
m'lord?"


"I'm just trying to find some shelter for my horses," I said, wondering if
anyone in this establishment dressed decently.


"Well this is the place my boy," the fat man said. "I'm sorry about Urel,
he's still a bit dull."


I looked at the boy, his bright blue eyes did indeed look dull, but not
because of a lack of intelligence I was sure.


"I should whip him again," the man said. "It's the only thing these
Lithlellan slaves understand."


"Do not speak ill of Lithlellans sir," I said, a flush of heat rising
across my cheeks. "Perhaps it has less to do with his place of birth and
more to do with your treatment, you fat sow."


"I meant no disrespect," the man said. "I did not realize you were from
Lithlell, you don't..."


"What?" I asked. "Am I supposed to have blonde hair and blue eyes? Do you
think every Lithlellan in the world looks like that?"


"Please sire," the man said, trying to calm me. "Let me take your horse and
if you'd like you can take Urel for the night, he's in need of a rest I
think."


"Well that's very generous of you," I said, appreciating the man's change
in tone.


"Do not mention it sire," the man said. "'Tis almost time to close for
regular business anyways. My other boy can handle anyone passing
through. Urel is a good boy. He can show you around town. I'm sure you'll
enjoy his company."


I looked at the boy, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes never
meeting my own.


"Could he clean up first," I said, looking at the dirt covering the lad's
hands and feet.


"Certainly," the man said. "I'll send him across the way then once he's
washed."


"I was told to stay at the inn next door," I replied, remembering what the
soldier had recommended.


"Oh," the fat man said. "They wouldn't care for the boy being inside
there. Fancy place that is. Across the way is better if you wish for the
boy to help you."


"Then across the way it is," I said, a bit proud of how I handled the
situation.


I got down from my horse and grabbed the small pack that held an extra set
of clothes, perfumes and soap, looking forward to cleaning up myself.


As I got close to the inn across the way, I saw a sign that said in bold
letters, 'The Port in the Storm'. I thought that a clever name for an inn
in a landlocked country.


As I entered the place, I nodded to a patron sitting by the door. A young
dark haired Sammish lad sat on his leg, his penis sticking out hard as a
nail as the man fondled it. The boy looked up at me with sad eyes, he
couldn't have been more than ten years of age.


"Good day," the man said as I looked at him, obviously shocked at his
behavior.


"The keeper is at the bar," he said, looking me up and down. "He can fix
you up, or maybe you're looking for work?"


"Thank you," I said, quickly turning away from the debauched scene.


"Hello lad," an old man with thinning hair and a mustache said, in a
cheerful voice from across the inn. "How can Bish help you?"


"Hello good sir," I said, as I approached the bar. "I was told I could find
lodging here."


"For how long?" The man asked.


"The night," I answered taking a seat at the bar, thinking that was a
strange question.


"Well, well," the man said, apparently surprised by my response. "That'll
be ten sinthel."


"Ten sinthel?" I said, a bit shocked at the steep price.


"That's for the room and companionship," the man said, moving to the back
of the bar, taking a key from a ring.


"I already have companionship," I said, suddenly realizing exactly what the
fat man at the stable was talking about.


"Oh," the man said. "didn't see anyone with you. Would you care for a treat
while you wait for him to arrive?"


I looked around the bar, in the corner I saw a man, his trousers around his
ankles, in front of him a lad with brown hair, about twelve or thirteen
years, knelt naked, his head bobbed up and down in the man's lap. In a
table nearby, another lad, no more than seven or eight years, made short
grunting sounds as he sat on the lap of a man old enough to be his
great-grandfather.


"I'm sorry," I said, backing away. "I wasn't fully aware of what kind of
establishment this was."


The man laughed, as did several of the patrons, even an older boy sitting
on a bench by the door laughed.


"Didn't you read the sign?" Bish asked.


"Yes," I said. "I didn't..."


"You didn't get it?" The man said, his hands on his hips, trying to be
polite and not laugh, as the men sitting at the tables snickered at my
expense.


"Well then," Bish said, looking me up and down. "You might be more
comfortable across the street, but you're still welcome to stay here. I'll
let you have a room for five sinthar, since this is your first time in an
establishment such as this."


"I'm not...," I started, only to hear a small voice behind me.


"I'm sorry it took so long master," young Urel said, as he entered the
hall, his hair damp.


"Oh my," Bish said. "For someone new to this, you are quite a quick study."


"'Tis not what it appears," I said, a flush coming across my body.


"Are you blushing lad?" Bish asked.


"I must be going," I said, flustered.


I turned around and headed to the door, only to have Urel grab my hand
suddenly.


"Please master," he said. "If I go back now, I'll be beaten."


"He's right lad," Bish said, sitting on a stool, a smile on his
lips. "Don't be cruel to the lad."


"I must go," I said, looking around, trying not to take in the scene around
me, unable to comprehend that some place like this might exist.


"Could you not just have a drink or two master," Urel asked, still holding
on to my hand.


"No," I said. "I'm sorry boy. If you really must, you can come with me."


I left the inn door open, as I quickly departed the 'Port', still shocked,
but realizing that I probably shouldn't have been. The boy, Urel, followed
behind me.


"Where will you go master?" Urel asked.


"I'm not sure," I said, walking down the street, trying to ignore the
stares of people, curious as to why I was in such a hurry, and why a young
slave was following me.


I walked for awhile in silence, Urel dutifully following, a periodic hiss
escaping him occasionally as he stepped on a sharp rock or burr.


"Can't you go play or something?" I asked, a bit annoyed that the boy was
still there.


"No master," the boy said, still walking behind me.


"Then can't you just go back?" I asked, quickening my pace in an attempt to
lose the boy.


"No master," the boy said, keeping up with me. "I'm to stay with you for
the night. Master Farrell told me I couldn't come back until morning."


"Well I don't know where you'll stay," I said, stopping suddenly and
turning towards the boy.


"I'm not staying at... at..." I said stuttering for a second, "At that
place, and I'm sure the inn by the stable wont let you stay in my room."


"Please master," Urel begged. "You could stay at the 'Port'. I can do other
things for you. I am quite good at giving a massage."


"By the gods," I said, not wanting to think about this boy giving massages,
but also finding it slightly arousing, despite myself.


"Please master," Urel begged again, in a soft voice. "I promise I'll be
good."


I let out a deep sigh, then turned to the boy, "Fine, I'll stay at the inn,
but you can't sleep in the bed with me. I'll get you a blanket to sleep on
the floor."


"Thank you master!" The boy nearly shouted, as I saw him smile for the
first time since we'd met.


"You need not call me master," I said.


"I must master," Urel said, still smiling. "I must call every free man
master and free woman mistress. It would be a great insult to you if I did
not. It would be like me calling you a slave, which I'm not, master."


"Fine," I said, looking up at the sky, wondering if there would be rain
again tonight, thinking perhaps I could camp outside of the town and take
my chances with the Kuthians.


I walked around town with the young Lithlellan slave until it started to
get too dark to see. Urel grabbed a lamp hanging from a pole, lit it and
handed it to me. I realized I would have to go back to the inn soon or risk
the guards asking me why I was about at night. Even though, according to
Sammish society I had done nothing wrong, I couldn't help but feel like I
was guilty of something.


It took me less than five minutes to return to the 'Port'. The doors were
closed and the windows covered. I heard the din of a crowd from inside. I
stood by the door for a minute arguing with myself in my mind as to whether
I should enter the inn or go across the street. I was shook from my
spiritual debate, by a man pushing by me, a boy, just a few years younger
than I, following behind him, nearly naked.


"In for a Sinthir, in for a Dethel," I said out loud, following behind the
couple in front of me.


Chapter 5


As I walked back in, a man patted me on the back, and laughed.


"Welcome back lad," he said to me, as he mussed up Urel's light blonde
hair. "You wont be sorry."


"I intend to just sleep," I said, defiantly.


"Don't be such a sour puss," the man said as he made a gesture towards the
rest of the festhall. "This is your chance to enjoy the finer things in
life. You'll be sorry if you miss out."


"I appreciate the council," I said, trying to speak over the din of cheer
and mirth that surrounded me.


"Think about it," he said. "Well my room is ready. I must be going."


I watched the man as he headed to the bar, Bish pushed a young brown haired
Sammish boy towards the man. All the boys seemed much too young to be in a
place like this, but that boy was particularly young, barely standing
taller than the man's waist. The man took the boy's hand and guided him to
the stairwell. The boy followed, apparently resigned to his task. As Bish
watched the pair leave he saw me and smiled.


"So you're back," he said, in a cheerful voice.


My eyes followed the young boy up the stairs, as I nodded.


"Takes all types," he said. "A bit too young for my tastes, but his mother
is a widow and they have no other way to make ends meet. Drops the poor lad
off once a week."


"How can a mother sell her child?" I asked, forgetting for the moment about
Rummel and Genna.


"Well," Bish said, grabbing a key from the wall and handing it to me. "It's
either that or they don't eat."


"Poor fellow," I said, even as the sadness came over me, an image of the
poor lad, naked, performing his duties, causing my cock to twitch.


"Yes indeed," Bish said, breaking the moment of silence. "Will you be
having a drink before you go up? They'll be a show starting in a bit, you
might find it entertaining."


"A show?" I asked, surprised.


"Indeed," he answered, then placing a key in my hand, he guided me to a
table at the front of a wooden stage. The stage was barely more than king's
foot or two off the ground. "Have a seat, enjoy. I'll have someone bring
drinks to your table."


Urel pulled a chair out for me to sit in. As I sat, he pushed it back in. I
looked around me, seeing boys and men doing acts I will not describe,
feeling very alone and tired, but also looking forward to a show, having
been so devoid of culture since leaving Quellen. I wondered if it would be
a play, or perhaps a musical. It took only a few minutes for my answer to
arrive.


As I watched two boys appeared on stage, one a few years younger than I and
the other merely a lad of seven years at most. Both had dark hair and
tanned complexions. Both also had almond colored eyes, I was sure they must
be Anthelian, although I had only seen one other before this. The boys were
naked and had no skin on the end of their penises, which was most shocking
to me, having never seen anything like that before. They were slender and
walked with a grace rarely seen in men or boys.


In the corner a woman, also Anthelian, sat on a stool with a harp between
her legs, she began to play a slow melancholy tune as the boy's began to
move slowly to the music. The older boy became aroused as he moved, his
cock growing half hard and shifting from side to side as his movements
quickened. The younger boy was already stiff, his small cock sticking up at
an angle.


The two boys stepped in time, the older one behind the younger, the younger
one suddenly arching backward as a high chord struck, flicking his tongue
across the head of the older boy's penis. The crowd cheered. As the music
quickened, the older boy picked the younger up in his arms, turning him
upside down. The younger boy sucked the entire length of the older boy's
cock into his mouth, while his partner held him close to his body. The
older boy, with a look of passion on his face, leaned his head toward his
young partner and took the tip of the younger boy's cock in his mouth.


As the crowd clapped, they quickly turned away from the crowd, the younger
one was flipped up into the air and then caught by the older. The older
boy, still holding the younger, moved from one side of the stage to the
other, then turned back towards the crowd, this time the younger boy
impaled on the older's rod. Even though the older boy had an average rod,
barely six knuckles long, it looked large as it shifted in and out of the
boy with each movement.


The younger boys face bore a slight frown as he concentrated, holding his
arms straight out, his legs wrapped around the older boy, who stood still
now, the only movement being the sudden thrusts of his hips as he sent his
cock in and out of the younger boy.


The crowd was alive now, shouting encouragement and lewd comments at the
couple as the older boy had his way with the younger. The young lad's
tanned skin was glistening with sweat, his forehead covered in beads of
moisture. The older brother, who seemed to be doing most of the work in the
performance suddenly lifted the smaller boy off of him and stood him in
front of the stage, where the boy suddenly kneeled facing the crowd, the
older boy clapped twice and then pointed at a table, the man at the table
shook his head, shouting something I couldn't hear.


Then the young teen looked to the man's right and stopped when he saw
me. He smiled and pointed to me, gesturing for me to come up. I shook my
head profusely. Suddenly the younger boy made gestures, like he was
saddened by my response, acting like he was wiping tears from his eyes,
before I knew it several men, laughing and drunk, grabbed me and pulled me
out of my chair towards the stage. The young boy smiled as he licked his
lips sensually, watching me get closer.


The men held me by my arms as I stood standing in front of the small
boy. With experienced hands the boy reached forward and loosened my
trousers before I could do anything to stop him.


As my cock came into a view, hoots and whistles filled the bar. Crude
comments were made as the patrons saw the size of my manhood. I looked down
to see the young boy holding it in his hand, even half hard he couldn't
wrap his fist around it.


"Suck it!" One man yelled, as I struggled to free myself from the men's
clutches, mortified at the position I found myself in.


The boy apparently heard the man. I watched as the lad leaned forward and
wrapped his wet lips around the tip of my cock. I bucked, intending to
escape the boy's clutches, but instead I sent my cock to the back of the
boy's throat, causing him to gag. He did not, however, take my cock out,
instead, he sat their without moving, even as I struggled to free myself
from his probing tongue.


I stared down at the boy, my cock fully erect, bloated, stretching the lads
lips, his brown eyes staring up at me. I knew it was wrong. I felt as if I
was going to die, but I felt it, that feeling in my balls. I knew what was
going to happen and I struggled, trying to get the boy to stop, but in the
end the boy followed my cock dutifully and I only ended up thrusting it in
and out of the boy's throat again and again.


He looked up, eye's watering, accepting my abuse, even as I reached the
point of no return and allowed myself to thrust into the boy's mouth,
feeling the pleasure he was causing to erupt inside me. My seed boiled and
I felt flush as suddenly it shot out, sending jolts of pleasure through my
body. The boy, ever the performer, gulped down the first blast, then pulled
my cock out of his mouth and stroked it in his small fists, smiling as the
rest of my seed landed on his tanned face.


The crowd ate it up as well, in a different way. The size of my cock
compared to the boy, was a sight to see. The deluge of cum that coated the
boy's face brought the crowd almost to frenzy. As I finished another man,
of average dimensions approached the lad, who was still smiling, despite
the large amount of cum that coated his eyes and cheeks. The man pointed
his cock towards the boy and groaned, I watched standing less than a foot
away as he came, in thick spurts across the boy's face as well.


Before I was released four more men came up to the stage to paint the boy's
face with their juices. His face was glazed with so much fluid, he could
not even open his eyes. I did not know what to do when I was finally free,
so I swung wildly at one of the men who had held me but missing, resulting
in the crowd laughing at my displeasure.


I rushed from the stage, even as I heard the boy grunt as a man crawled
behind him and entered his young ass. Other men joined the boy on stage and
took turns with him and his brother, filling both of the lads holes. As I
closed the door to my room, I heard the crowd suddenly let out a cheer. I
covered my ears and sat down on my bed, feeling my sensitive cock head rub
against my trousers. There was a frantic knock at the door, that shook me
from my self imposed stupor.


"Master!" Urel shouted. "Master! Please let me in."


"Go away!" I said in an angry voice.


"Please master," the boy said. "I'm sorry master."


"Go away Urel," I shouted, not wanting to speak to anyone.


"Please master," the boy shouted. "Let me in. I'll be quiet."


"By the gods," I shouted, walking to the door, releasing the latch.


Urel stepped in, a sad look on his face. He remained standing just inside
the door as he watched me walk back to the bed.


"It was mean of them master," the boy said. "They had no right to do that
to you."


"Urel," I said. "Please don't speak of it."


"I can get the boy master," Urel said. "I'm sure master Bish will let us
bring him to the room. We could punish him."


"I don't want to punish the boy!" I shouted, as an image popped into my
head of the boy kneeling in front of me, my cock once again pumping cream
across his cute little round face smiling up at me.


I knew if the boy was in the room, I might not be able to control myself
with him right now, not with the anger that boiled inside of me. I might do
more than punish him, I might try to force myself in another hole, just to
hear the boy beg me to stop.


I looked at Urel standing there, his slim body, pale and smooth. I looked
at the boy's pretty face, saw his rosy cheeks and bright red lips and for a
moment wondered how they would feel wrapped around my cock.


I looked at him and thought he looked very much like a girl. I knew, even
though I had come, that I still wanted to come again, I still wanted to
feel something warm wrapped around my cock. the anger that filled me left
and was replaced with a passion I did not know I had. "Come here Urel," I
said, leaning back on my elbows, looking at him.


The boy approached me, knowing full well what I was thinking. Without
saying a thing, he knelt down in front of me and reached for the top of my
trousers. He looked up at me. I lifted my hips off the ground, as his hands
pulling my trousers down. Urel watched as my cock slowly appeared, still
soft, but slowly growing. He wrapped his hands around it.


"It's very big master," he said.


I remained silent, believing that if I did not command him to do anything,
then he was doing it of his own free will. Urel leaned forward and took the
head of my cock inside of his mouth. I groaned at the warmth. He looked at
me, with his beautiful blue eyes and perfectly smooth skin.


"Do you suck the fat man?" I asked.


He said nothing, just looked at me as he nodded in response, never taking
my cock from his mouth.


"You like sucking him don't you?" I teased.


He said nothing, just fluttered his eyes as he kept the head of my cock in
his mouth, sucking on it like it was a piece of candy, as it hardened.


"Does he do other things with you?" I asked him shifting back on the bed,
pulling free of his mouth.


"Sometimes," he said, a smile on his lips.


"What kind of things does he do?" I asked, as he played along with game,
crawling across the bed towards me.


"Some days he makes me throw a blanket over the bales of hay," he said,
almost in a whisper. "And then he'll put it in me."


"Does he put it in your mouth?" I asked my hand stroking his hair, watching
him, just inches from my cock, looking at me.


"No," he said. "My other hole."


"Does he kiss you?" I asked.


"No," he said. "Do you want to kiss me master?"


"I'm not sure," I said looking at him. "Where have those beautiful lips
been?"


"I can't tell you," he said, crawling up next to me, his face just inches
from my own.


I put my hand behind his head and pulled his lips to my lips. He opened his
mouth and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I groaned as I
reached down and fumbled for the cord that held his loincloth on.


"You're so naughty," I said, pulling away for a second looking at his deep
blue eyes, staring into my own eyes. "You want me to touch you don't you?"


"Please," he said.


"Please what," I said.


"Please master," he said.


I pulled his mouth back to my own and kissed him closing my eyes as I
savored the taste of his lips and his tongue, pushing my own tongue into
his mouth, moaning as we wrestled on the bed, his small body, next to my
own. My tongue stroking along the length of his lips, then pushing against
his own tongue.


The cord to his loincloth came undone and I reached down, fumbling for his
own boyhood. It was slender and short, barely over four inches long, the
skin sliding down allowing to run my thumb over the sensitive head. I could
feel a few wisps of soft blond hair at the base, almost invisible.


His cock was hard and I wanted so much to taste it, to run my mouth along
it's length, to watch him as I made his body feel those things my own body
was feeling. I smiled at him as I gently pushed him so he lay back. He
instinctively pulled his legs up to his chest and out of the way, believing
I was going to do something else.


"Not yet my little rose," I said, stroking his legs and pulling them back
down.


I looked at his cock, so close to my face, smooth and pale. My fingers ran
along its length, stroking the soft skin. A small drop of fluid formed at
the tip, a sign that the boy had juices for me to taste.


"You're so beautiful," I said. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"


The boy shrugged, looking down at me, his hair hanging down past his
shoulders, his eyes watching me as I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip
along the underside of his shaft. I watched as his eyes narrowed to little
slits and he hunched forward, his head hung back as he lifted his hips
towards me, asking, without words, for more.


A whimper escaped his lips as I playfully nipped the sensitive tip of his
cock with my teeth, not knowing exactly what to do to make this exciting
for the boy. I did not want this to be just another encounter, but rather
an experience he would carry with him, long after I left.


His hands held my head as I again playfully scraped my teeth along the
length of his rod, feeling it pulse and throb against my teeth and lips.


"Please don't eat me master," he said, a twinkle in his eyes.


"You mean eat this?" I said, suddenly engulfing his penis, clenching the
base with my teeth.


"Oh master," he said, hissing as he closed his eyes. "You're biting me."


"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.


"No master," he said. giggling. "Can I bite you too?"


"Of course boy," I said, with a smile. "But first I have to eat this little
morsel."


I pushed his cock back in my mouth, moving it in and out as I sucked along
the length, every once in awhile dragging my teeth along its length.


"Master," he said, as if he wanted to ask me a question.


"Yes, Urel?" I answered.


"When I was little and I sucked my master," he said. "I would get a
spanking when I scraped my teeth on him. Can I spank you master?"


"Do you want to spank me?" I asked.


"Yes master," he said. "Then you must spank me for scraping my teeth as
well."


I smiled looking at him as he smiled down at me.


"Do you want to spank me now little master?" I asked.


"Don't say that master," he said. "You mustn't call me that."


"Well you are," I said as I ran my hands along his stomach up to his
chest. "This body is making me its slave."


He giggled, "You're silly master."


"Oh am I," I said, as I grabbed his sides, causing him to wiggle and laugh.


All around us were the distant sounds of cheering, groans and whimpers, but
we didn't hear that, at least I didn't, rather I heard his breath as he
looked at me, not with love, but with a playfulness that seemed so absent
in his life. I let him free and crawled up beside him on my stomach.


"Well spank me," I said.


"But you're not done," he said with a crooked smile, his finger following
along the length of my body.


"We have all night to play," I said. "You can spank me now, for all the
naughty things I'll do to you later on."


He giggled as he shifted on the bed and knelt next to me.


"What will I spank you with master?" He asked.


"Why your hand," I said.


"Will you spank me with your hand," he asked, running his hands across the
cheeks of my ass.


"Yes," I said, looking at him. "I'll spank you with my hand."


"Good," he said, as he brought his hand down hard against my ass.


It stung, I was surprised. He raised his hand again and brought it down. I
flinched from the pain. I could not believe someone barely able to produce
seed, could cause my ass to sting so. I stayed there though, allowing him
his fun, as he continued to spank my ass. Spanking me in one place for a
bit, then moving to another. He continued to hit me until his little hand
hurt.


"I'm done master," he said.


"You've got quite an arm," I said, rubbing my ass with my hands.


He pushed my hands away and said with insistence, "No, you can't rub them
master."


I smiled and rolled over and pulled him on top of me. He knelt on my chest,
his penis inches from my mouth.


"Give it to me boy," I said, pulling him closer and wrapping my lips around
his cock.


It had softened a little, but it took no time for it to stiffen again. I
ran my tongue over the sensitive head, causing him to gasp. He thrust in
and out of my mouth, groaning as I lifted him still in my mouth and laid
him back on the bed, holding his hip in the air as I sucked him.


He hung there, abandoning his body to me. I watched as the first signs of
pleasure washed over his face, a flush of red along his cheeks and
forehead. A gasp and shudder, then the small taste of juices in my mouth,
as they shot out, his cock throbbing and jerking against my lips.


He cried out, his eyes closed tightly, shaking in my gasp, almost looking
like he was in pain, but not willing to stop what was happening. When he
finished he pushed me away, too sensitive for me to continue. The head of
his penis was red and shiny, a drop of his boy cum leaking from his small
slit. I leaned down to get the final taste of his juices.


"Thank you master," he said.


"You're welcome," I said, smiling at the boy.


"Nobody does that to me," he said, still smiling. "Most of the time I just
suck them or they put it in my behind."


"Well they don't know what they're missing," I said, tasting his salty
sweet fluids in my mouth. "You taste like candy."


He giggled and smiled.


I turned over to expose my own cock, now hard and throbbing. He looked at
it and crawled slowly towards it, stroking his hands softly over my
stomach, then down towards my crotch, finally running his fingers through
my pubic hair as he laid his head on my chest.


"You are so kind master," he said, almost as if I wasn't there. "I wish I
was your slave."


"I wish I was your master," I said, stroking his hair as his hand grabbed
the base of my cock tightly, holding it up straight so he could see the
length.


"You're so big," he said. "I've never seen one as big as yours."


"I know," I said. "It's so big because it wants you to play with it."


"Does it?" he asked in a soft voice, as he ran his fist along it's length.


Clear fluid dripped from the slit. Urel ran his finger over the top
smearing it until the head was shiny.


"It's crying master," he said. "It's sad it wont have me to play with when
it leaves."


I smiled, stroking the boy's hair, running my hands along his smooth back,
feeling the fine hairs that covered his body.


"I know a way you can make it happy," I said, whispering to him.


"How master?" He asked.


"You can kiss it," I said.


He lifted his head to look at me and smiled.


"Will that make you happy master?" He asked.


"Yes," I said. "That will make me very happy." He lifted his head off my
chest and moved down to where my cock stood, still grasped in his hand. He
looked at it for a moment and then, without thinking, kissed it. He looked
at me smiling. I moaned as I saw a string of fluid cling to his lips from
my cock.


"You're so naughty," I said.


"You like me being naughty," He said, kissing my cock again.


I ran my hand across his ass as I felt his tongue push into my slit,
tasting more of my precum. He watched me as he gently ran his tongue all
over the head, then gave my cock another gentle kiss.


"Is it happy yet master?" He asked. "It's getting there," I said. "Show it
how much you want to make it happy."


He smiled at me as he pulled my legs apart and knelt between them so he was
facing me. I watched as he licked along the underside, then rolled his
tongue around the crown. He watched me as he wrapped his lips around the
very end of my cock and slowly put the head inside of his mouth.


"By the gods," I said, looking at the twinkle in his eyes, as he brought me
pleasure.


He knew I was his slave in that moment, that his mouth was what I wanted
more than anything. He looked at me, never taking his eyes from my face as
he continued to suck me, moving more and more of my cock into his mouth.


His cheeks bulged every time he pushed me into his mouth. For a second I
saw Rummel, then the little boy downstairs, then I saw this boy. The one
that was giving me so much of himself.


The other times were lust, plain and simple, this was not just lust, it was
tender and soft. It seemed to survive and thrive with each bit of pleasure
we gave each other. In my heart I knew the boy was happy, maybe happy for
the first time in a long time and I smiled at him.


He giggled, never taking my cock from his mouth as he started to push it in
and out slowly.


"I'd love to put it somewhere else," I said.


He looked at me, still sucking, I understood he was nervous, it was quite
big.


"We can go slow," I said. "And it will make it very happy."


He continued to suck me, thinking hard about what I was saying.


"I promise I wont hurt you," I said.


He removed my cock from his mouth and looked at me, then in a soft voice
said, "You promise?"


"Yes," I said. "Just tell me to stop and I will."


"If it pleases you, I will master," he said, slowly crawling off the bed
and walking over to a table to grab a small pot, he watched me as he walked
back and climbed back onto the bed to kneel beside me again.


"Are you sure," I asked, seeing the worry in his face as he tilted the pot
and let a thin stream of oil drip down on my cock.


"I'm sure," he said.


"You're such a good boy," I said.


"No," he said. "You're just horny master."


I laughed, which caused him to laugh.


"Can I sit on it master?" He asked.


"Sure," I said, knowing that he wanted to be on top so he could control how
fast it went inside.


"It'll hurt when it goes in," he said, reminding himself, more than telling
me what I was sure of. "Do you want to hurt me?"


"No," I said. "But I do want to fuck you."


He smiled, and ran his hands along the length of my cock coating it in
oil. He turned his bottom to me, showing me the hole I wanted to enter. I
looked at it closely for the first time. I could tell the boy wasn't a
virgin, his hole was brown and seemed already to be winking at me. I put my
finger in the pot of oil and then ran it around the outside of his anus.


"Will you stretch me good master?" He asked.


"Yes," I said, watching as his bottom accepted my finger.


The boy continued to stroke my cock, slowly up and down with his hands. I
pushed my finger in and out of his hole, watching as the lips of his ass
clung to it, pulled out, then pushed back in. When I added a second finger,
he shifted for a second, getting used to the intrusion. I noticed he had no
problem accepting them, but his ass still clung to my fingers tightly. I
could not wait to feel those same walls around my cock. Urel moaned as it
throbbed in his hand, dribbling more precum.


"You think it'll fit," he asked.


"We'll see," I said, as I pulled my fingers out, watching his hole stay
open for a second, then slowly returned to its previous state. "I think
you're ready." Urel turned around and crouched over my cock, gripping it in
his hand as he knelt down. I watched as he moved it up and down his crack
until it found his hole.


"Here goes," he said, looking at me as he slowly sat down.


He was still too tight for my cock to just go in, he lost his grip and it
slipped up along his perineum, bumping his small nuts. He drew himself back
up and tried again, this time, the helmet gained purchase as it pushed in,
stretching his hole slowly. He added more weight as he looked at me with a
pained expression, perhaps hoping I'd call a stop to it.


"Slow," I said.


"Oh, it's big," he said, feeling the head stretch his hole wide.


The boy had never had anything that big inside of him, his master was only
six knuckles long and not very wide. He might've been longer if he lost
weight, this cock was nearly twice as wide and much, much longer.


"Is it in?" he asked, trying to look down to see.


"It's in," I said, watching as the last part of the head slipped past his
sphincter.


"It's so big," he said, shaking as he tried to balance above me.


"By the god's you're tight," I said, for the third time in two nights
feeling as if the blood was being forced out of my cock.


"How much is in master?" He asked in a high pitch voice.


"Just the head," I said.


"I don't know if I can take it all master," he said. "Not without it
hurting bad."


"Well," I said. "Just take as much as you can."


"I'm not sure how much more will fit," he said.


I put my hands on his hips, slowly pulling him down on to my cock. He
whimpered as a half inch pushed inside of him, stretching his anal
muscles. He was so tight, I could almost feel his heart beat around my
cock.


"Please master," he said, putting a hand on my wrist.


"Just a bit more," I said, ignoring his pleas, as I pulled him down ever
further on my cock.


At least three knuckles were inside him. He trembled, as his anus
fluttered, trying to stretch to allow me entry.


"Here," I said, lifting him off of me and changed positions. "Kneel down."


I looked at his his hole, it was open now and dilated, I coated my fingers
in oil and pushed them inside as far as I could. He looked over his
shoulder watching me.


"You said I could sit on it master," he said.


"I know," I said. "But this will be easier for you."


"Please don't hurt me," he begged.


"I'll go slow," I said, stroking my hand down his back. "I'll be as gentle
as I can."


"Thank you master," he said, as he rested his head against his forearms,
resigning himself to this indignity.


I removed my fingers from the boy's ass and dipped them once again in oil,
then coated the bloated head and shaft of my cock thoroughly. I moved
forward, pressing the tip against his anus, then forced my way inside. The
boy hissed, obviously in pain.


"Sorry," I said. "It's in though."


"Slow master," the boy reminded me.


"I'll go slow," I said, pushing another inch inside of him, eliciting
another whimper.


"Ow," he exclaimed.


"I'm sorry," I said, slowing pushing inside of him, stopping when I met
resistance again.


The boy trembled beneath me, his back arched as he tried to find a more
comfortable position to accept my cock, but I knew that there was no
position I could enter this boy without it hurting, at least until his hole
stretched. I slowly pushed more and more inside of the boy, each time he
would beg me to stop, then tell me I could go.


At the end, he had taken all but two knuckles inside of him. He had not
cried, nor had he howled or begged me to take it out, rather he had allowed
me the joy of his hole.


"You feel so good wrapped around me," I said, putting my hands under his
chest to pull him to me.


"You're so big master," he said, turning to look at me.


"I know," I said. "And you're such a naughty boy to let me put this inside
of you."


He smiled at me and then pouted.


"My master may not want me anymore after you've stretched me out so," he
said, giggling.


I laughed, moving a bit more inside of him on accident.


"Ow! Ow!" He said. "Don't go any deeper please, just fuck me master."


"Alright, Urel," I said as I pulled my cock away from him, feeling his
insides drag along it's length, then pushed it back in feeling them try to
resist its entry again.


The boy groaned as I began to move inside of him. I watched as he knelt
before me his head once again on his forearms, his body trembling,
accepting my cock as it moved inside of him.


I could feel the pleasure building inside of me and knew his suffering
would be over soon. Without thinking, just feeling, I pushed back in,
pushing a bit deeper, eliciting a hiss from the boy, as he felt me stretch
him just a bit more.


I was thrusting in and out at a deliberate pace, enjoying the sensation,
placing a hand on the small of the boy's back to steady him.


"Just a little longer," I said. "You're making me feel so good."


"Faster master," the boy said, wanting the fucking to be over.


I pushed into him deeper once more, his head shot back, and whimpered, my
pace increased and I felt my seed rise as my balls tightened. I had gotten
all but an inch into the boy, and as I came I pushed the last inch in,
bottoming out, causing the boy to cry out and grip the bedding in his
fists. My seed splashed inside of him, I kept my cock there, pulling him as
far as I could on to it.


"By the Gods," I shouted, as my cock continued to throb in the boy's
bowels, spilling out more seed than I'd ever produced so far.


I held the boy to me as the feeling left me, my cock began to soften inside
of him.


"That was so good," I said. "Thank you Urel."


"You're really big master," the boy said as my cock finally slid out of his
ass, along with a dribble of cum.


"I'm sorry," I said. "It just felt so good."


The boy moved around and took my cock in his mouth, not saying a word. I
had no way of knowing that this was part of his duty, to clean me with his
lips and tongue, I just watched as he licked every drop of oil and fluid
from my cock.


Even then it would not stir, I was exhausted. I'm sure Urel was very happy
to hear that. When I woke the next morning, Urel was gone and I had an
erection. I shifted in my bed, to find the small dark haired boy that had
sucked me on the stage the night before standing by the bed, naked,
watching me.


"The blond boy said you wanted to see me again," the boy said, smiling at
me.


I rubbed my eyes and looked at him, his penis was soft and he seemed like
such a happy child.


"He did, did he?" I said, sitting up in my bed. "Why do you think he would
tell you that?"


"Do you not want me to help you this morning?" The boy asked.


"Shouldn't you be calling me master?" I asked.


"I'm not a slave, sire," The boy said.


"You're not?" I asked. "Then what are you?"


"I'm a dancer," the boy said, smiling.


"Hmm...well then, there is one thing I'd like to see you dance with," I
said, pulling the covers off of me, exposing my cock.


"Do you wish me to suck it?" He asked.


"Yes and then I'd like to put it in your backside," I said smiling.


"I don't think it'd fit sire," he said.


"Well," I said, smiling. "There's no reason we can't try."


Chapter 6





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Chapter 7



I walked across the street to the stables. I was certain the little dancer
boy was still laying in my bed recuperating. He had squealed and complained
more than Urel, but remarkably, had accepted all of my cock. I suppose
having to entertain a crowd of men each night prepares a boy for the
unexpected.


The fat man was standing at the door to the stables, he had my horse and
mules all ready. He waved to me and I waved back.


"I trust you had a good night," he said, smiling.


"Urel is a very good boy," I said.


"Yes," the fat man said. "He most certainly is."


"How much do I owe you?" I asked.


"Well that depends on what you want to take with you," The fat man replied.


"What do you mean?" I asked him, a little confused by his response.


"Well," he said. "As you probably know, the Caesar has ordered every able
bodied Sammish to respond to the Kuthian raids by forming our own raiding
parties."


"No," I said. "I wasn't aware of that."


Personally I thought that was the most moronic thing I had heard. Sending a
bunch of untrained men across the border to raid villages and face a strong
presence of skilled warriors, seemed to be absolute madness, but who was I
to judge the Caesar, perhaps this was his way of ridding himself of some of
his less intelligent subjects.


"Oh yes," the fat man said. "I myself wish I could join in the call, but as
you can see, age has not been good to me."


Neither has the pork, I thought to myself.


"Well," he said. "I have been funding a band of mercenaries, but it is
costing me a good deal of coin. I was wondering if, perhaps, you could use
a servant boy?"


"A servant boy?" I asked.


"Urel," he said. "I would like to sell you the boy. He is older now and
less desirable to the miscreants in this town, but you seem to have made a
connection with the lad. He seemed quite different after spending the night
with you."


"Did he now," I asked.


"Yes," he said. "You might think me the cruel taskmaster, but that really
isn't the case. Yes I may yell and yes I may spend time with them, but
there are very few ladies that care for a man of... My girth."


"I understand," I said.


"Well," he continued. "I shall sell you Urel for a pittance of what he is
actually worth. You know his, shall we say, talents. He is an obedient boy
and quite eager to please..."


"How much?" I asked, cutting him off.


"Twenty-five dethel," he said, looking at me. "It's more than fair."


"I cannot spare that much," I said. "I have a limited amount of coin to
fund my own travels."


"Twenty then," he said. "And I'll throw in a bag of seed."


"What?" I asked.


"Seed," he said. "For the vineyards."


"What will I do with seed?" I asked.


"Well," he said. "They may not sell for much here, but if you're really
going to Suth, they will sell for a great deal in the southern lands of
Kuth."


"How do you know I'm going to Suth?" I asked, quite sure I'd never
mentioned it to anyone in the town.


"This fell from one your bags," he said, handing me the Crown's
proclamation.


"You took this from my bag," I said.


"No, sire," he said. "I truly did find it, but regardless, I guarantee you,
that you will get more than your money back, from either the seed or the
boy in the lands of Suth."


I wasn't completely sure that he didn't take it from my bag or for that
matter how much slaves were worth, but I did know twenty dethel was enough
to buy a fine stalion or two work horses.


"Fifteen dethel," I finally said, remembering what my father had taught me.


"You injure me, sire," he replied, pulling his hands to his chest. "But it
seems only fair. From what I hear you have already ruined the boy for other
men."


"What are you inferring?" I asked, not quite understanding his meaning.


"I was told you have a tool like a Suthian warhorse," he replied. "I'm sure
everyone in town knows this after last nights performance."


I blanched, quite uncertain if that was the kind of reputation I wanted
spread about my person.


"I meant no disrespect," He said.


"On second thought, I'm not sure it's safe for the boy," I said, wanting to
change the subject, and also not sure how I would be able to explain this
to my superiors at home.


"Well you needn't worry," he said. "The Kuths should leave you be, there is
a treaty between Lithlell and the Emperor, after all, I doubt they'd bother
a servant of the Crown."


"I suppose," I said, still not sure how I could justify buying a slave.


"Do you not wish the boy's freedom," he said, "to return the lad to his
homeland?"


I looked at the man, understanding immediately that he was not as dim
witted as I had first thought.


"Certainly," I said. "That would be the noble thing to do."


"And if you keep the boy warm at night," he said. "It is only out of
kindness and to keep him from searching for less desirable purchase for his
lusts."


"I agree," I said, taking out a Royal Crown. "Do you have change?"


"No," he said, "But the money changers will."


I left the town with Urel following beside me on a newly purchased pony. I
had bought a tunic, hose, and shoes for the boy to wear, not wishing to
travel the countryside with a near naked child. He seemed quite
uncomfortable in clothes, having spent the last several years nearly
naked. I would come to learn that the stable owner preferred boys without
any hair below their neck and that was most likely that reason that he had
sold the boy. Although in all honesty, I did purchase Urel for quite less
than the market price. Perhaps he did wish to see the boy free and returned
to his homeland, rather than spending his life in a mine or in the fields
of the vineyards and orchards.


I'm certain the man would purchase another boy soon enough, young and
beautiful, to fill the space of Urel. I would come to find out that he had
bought Urel three years ago. The boy had been sold by his father, a great
injustice to the boy, and a crime in Lithlell.


From what Urel told me, his father was a tanner who had fallen on hard
times. He had taken the boy, under the guise of a hunting trip for deer, to
Sammal. Instead, after he traveled a day or two from the border, he had met
the stable master and sold his son for thirty dethel.


How anyone could sell their own child, would always be beyond my
understanding, especially such a good child as Urel. I was certain that the
boy's mother must have been quite the gentle soul to raise such a bright
child as Urel and there was no doubt in my mind there was an emptiness in
her heart, although I would never know for sure, it was a topic Urel
refused to speak about and always moved the lad to melancholy.


We must have been quite the pair, two Lithlellans, with two mules and a bag
of seed. Lithlellan's were not known to travel much, especially not with
children. I instructed Urel to not say anything about being a slave. I
also, later on, instructed him to not tell people we were brothers, for
that only caused people to look at us strangely the next morning.


In the end, he became my apprentice and we would tell others that, I,
although young, had taken the boy into my care, under the request of his
uncle, to teach the lad a bit about the merchant business. If I taught him
a few 'other' things, it was not uncommon, if perhaps a bit distasteful to
some.


I was fond of Urel the first night I had met the boy. Not as a lover, so
much as a kindred soul, someone who had also spent their lives imprisoned
in a life that they had no desire to live, who had finally been freed, to
some extent, and allowed to find their own destiny. After all, I was barely
but a boy myself, what did I know about love? Lust I knew, but what of
love?


Chapter 8


The further we got from the town of Volone, the more talkative Urel
became. I instructed him to call me Antosh and not master, for he was no
longer a slave, but rather my servant. He smiled, knowing that it was just
a mere change in title, but one that would allow him a bit more
leniency. At least he would not have to drop to his knees anytime a free
man or woman commanded it.


As I mentioned before, Sammal was quite like Lithlell in many ways,
especially the countryside near it's border, however as one moved further
west and south, one soon reached the Tuth Mountains. This chain was not
particularly high or, for that matter, hard to traverse, but it did mark
the border of civility in many people's eyes. For Sammal, although often
times driven to in retaliation, rarely raided other countries for slaves,
rather they purchased them. On the other side of the mountains lived the
Kuth, who were not so inclined.


The mountains were a natural border between the low country close to Kuth
and the high country. Any raiders intent on entering Sammal, or Lithlell
for that matter, would have to pass through the mountains, or face the
Turesh to the east. The Turesh were master horsemen who were well known for
their skills as archers and warriors, able to shoot an apple at thirty
paces from horse back.


The Turesh also had slaves, but they did not earn them from raiding, rather
their slaves were either orphans, those found trespassing in their lands,
or taken in war. Of course you might say, well isn't taking a slave in war
the same as raiding? Well in a sense perhaps, but the difference is that
the Turesh did not go to war with the intention of taking slaves, that was
most dishonorable to them. They also did not take slaves when they raided a
village, in fact more than one story was told of Turesh coming upon
Kuthians in the midst of raiding a village, only to attack the Kuthians and
drive them off, freeing the villagers and then taking only what they
needed.


The Turesh bore a distinct resemblance to the Kuthians, having red hair,
pale skin, and broad frames, but they spoke a different dialects. Also the
Turesh wore their hair long and often in braids. Kuthians often shaved
their heads, or at the very least kept their hair short. They rarely
allowed even their slaves to have long hair. A Kuthian woman or girl was
expected to keep their hair at shoulder length, any longer and they would
be considered promiscuous. Turesh woman never cut their hair. They allowed
it to grow from the day they were born, until the day they passed from the
earth. If a Turesh man or woman was found with short hair, it was either
because they were taken as a slave, (which was rarely the case because they
made poor slaves, often times choosing death before the dishonor of
enslavement,) or a great tragedy had befallen them, such as the loss of a
loved one or behaving cowardly in combat.


To say the Turesh and Kuthians did not get along would be like saying a
tiger and a lion could be trusted alone in a pen, rarely was this the case,
and often times one or the other would end up dead. So to keep the peace,
or as much peace as was wanted between the two people, lines and borders
were clearly drawn. The Kuthians rarely passed into the Turesh lands and
the Turesh rarely passed to the Kuthians.


As far as cultures went, Kuthians were influenced more by their neighbors,
having towns and villages. Turesh, however, were nomadic, moving from place
to place, depending on the time of year. This was one reason why the Turesh
tended to raid the Sammal only during the spring and the Lithlell only
during the summer. The countries below Tur were rarely visited by
Lithlellians or Sammal, for the Turesh were very territorial and anyone
caught trespassing would either be enslaved or suffer the pain of death.


What was known of the southern lands is that there existed a race of tall
slender people with pointed ears, that reportedly lived for centuries
before passing. They possessed unfathomable skill as warriors and were
masters of the arts of the spirit and nature. It was said that it was from
an evil magi from this land that the warlocks of Kuth learned their
infernal arts.


I had only met a few Kuthians in my lifetime, and each time my father had
sent me away before I could hear much of what they had to say. As for
Turesh, the only thing I knew of them was what I mentioned before, so I
felt a great deal of trepidation as I grew closer to the mountains.


As I traveled in silence, listening to Urel talking about nearly anything
that he might find to talk about, having finally been released from his
imposed silence as a slave, I noticed that the dirt roads that passed
through Sammal, were turning to mere tracks as we neared the mountains. The
villagers living in sight of the mountains had learn to be untrusting of
visitors, fearing they might be spies for the Kuthians. For several days I
slept on the outskirts of villages, my brother's dagger free of it's sheath
in my boot, held in my hand as I tried to sleep, fearing that perhaps a
Kuthian was watching, waiting for me to fall to sleep, so they could grab
me and have their way. It was amidst this paranoia that I left Sammal,
crossed into the mountains, and entered into the dark lands of Kuth.


There are only a few passes that lead between Sammal and Kuth, the one I
chose was traveled by merchants. I believed that I would suffer fewer
indignities if I passed along that trail. I was grossly mistaken.


I managed to clear the mountains before I met my first Kuthian, he was
leading a horse behind him, two large baskets hanging from the sides. As we
neared each other he withdrew a sword from his scabbard, looking at me with
a wicked smile.


"Ho there lad," he shouted as he slowed his horse to a trot. "What are your
intentions?"


"I am merely passing through," I said. "On my way to Suth."


"Suth," he said. "It is a dangerous journey to Suth. It would be unwise of
you to travel any further. Take my advice young one, You and your brother
need to turn around and go the way you came. A party of raiders is camped
not more than a league further. If they see you two, they will not be
kind."


"I wish I could," I said to the man as he approached even closer. "But I am
under a a royal decree to reach Suth. It would be unwise of me not to
follow forth."


"Then you risk your life and that of the boy," he said. "Or at least your
freedom and comfort."


"I will manage," I said. "We will leave the road and avoid this band you
speak of."


"And what of the next one lad?" The man said, only a few feet from me
now. "What will you do then."


I could see the man clearly now, he had his dark red hair shaved close to
his scalp, he had a long goatie braided and hanging down several knuckles
below his chin. He also had green eyes and along one cheek there was a scar
running from his chin to just below his right eye. Over his shoulders was
draped a cloak of fur. I could see he wore a leather coat, made more for
protection from a swords cut, than for comfort. He was a large man, at
least a king's foot taller than I, carrying a big sword, that he managed to
handle with one hand with no difficulty. I knew, with great certainty, that
if this came to blows, I would be dead.


"You need guards boy," the man said. "That takes money. I am going your way
lad, and I'd be more than happy to help you on your travel, so long as
you're willing to pay me for my service."


"You're merely one man," I said, "how can you protect me from a band of
raiders?"


"True," he said looking at Urel, "it would not be a fair fight, but who's
to say we will fight them?"


He looked me up and down and rest his sword across his saddle.


"I will guide you to Suth," he said. "But in guiding you, I expect a share
of the profit."


"What profit?" I asked.


"The profit from the seed," he said, then leering at Urel added. "and the
boy."


"The boy is not for sale," I said, slowly reaching for the knife in my
boot.


"Stay your hand before you lose it," he said. "I am an honorable man, as
long as I'm paid. You can do what you want with the boy. In truth you are
in need of a strong arm and I possess one. You would be unwise not to
accept my offer."


He made a show of swinging his sword high into the air and then sheathing
it.


"And the boy?" I said, looking at a young dark haired lad, peaking out from
a basket saddled to the horse behind the man. "That is," he paused, "my
nephew. He has come along to keep me company."


"Of course," I said.


"Then it's settled," he said. "Fifty Dethels for my guidance to Suth."


"Fifty Dethels?" I said, actually quite shocked at the price.


"I could hire ten men to take me to Suth for that price," I said.


"Yes," he said, "you could. The difference is, I will get you there."


I looked at him, not sure whether or not to believe him. What I did believe
was that he was a big man, with a big sword, and all I had was a knife and
a general idea of where to go. As I was making up my mind, I heard horses
in the distance.


"Quickly," he said. "Off the road."


I don't know why I followed his direction, but I did. He led us past the
tree line, bringing us to a stop as the riders passed us. I could've hit
them with a stone, if I'd wanted to.


"You will never make it without me," the Kuthian said. "I am not a slaver,
but I am your only hope of reaching Suth a free man and alive."


I looked at him and nodded, "Fifty dethels then."


He spat in his hand and held it out towards, me. I did the same and we
shook. The deal was set, if either of us wavered, the Gods certainly would
punish us.


The lands of Kuth stretches to the west and south of Sammal, nearly to the
border of Lithlell. You could fit both Sammal and Lithlell within it's
borders. Kuth is made up of valleys and mountains. Some of the mountains
possess the powers of the gods, spewing smoke and fire. It is in this land,
amidst the trails, pine, and fir, that I passed.


The Kuthian man, sat silently on his horse. Urel was silent as well. He had
tied the horse with his nephew to the mules, and then tied that off around
the horn of Urel's saddle.


"If someone comes boy," he had said to Urel. "I will tell you what to
do. For no reason will you disobey me, for if you do, your life and my
nephew's life will be in jeapordy, not from my hand, but from those who
might harm you. Do you understand?"


Urel nodded, a bit paler than usual. The man slapped the boy's thigh and
smiled.


"You need to eat more, lad," he said, "you're skin and bones."


As night came upon us, I rode up beside the man, silent for a moment, I
turned to him, but before I could say anything, he spoke.


"Corvin," he said.


"What?" I asked.


"That's what you were going to ask," he said. "What my name was?"


"Yes," I said, then added, "Antosh. Antosh Teshna."


"Good," he said. "We have the formalities out of the way. Now if either of
us dies, we can at least pray properly to the gods. Right Urel?"


Urel just nodded. I looked at the boy, wondering when he had told the man
his name, and how the man was able to coax it from the lad.


Corvin's nephew was named Tohm. He was just over seven winters old, as the
barbarians are want to judge age, and not very talkative. In fact for a
child, he seemed grim, even more so than some slave children I had met. He
seemed quite happy to remain in his basket, only peeking out occasionally
when he heard a strange sound.


I came to realize that he was not Corvin's nephew, simply by the way they
spoke. He did not call him uncle, rather, man. And I mean that in the
literal sense. He referred to all men as 'man' for that matter. It was
strange, but I grew accustomed to it after a day or so.


It was while we had stopped in a valley, the second week of our travels
through Kuth that the boy spoke to me directly for the first time. Connor
had left to do his business. I was sitting on a log, facing the boy, he was
customarily peaking at me from his basket, when his eyes suddenly got big.


"Man," he said, "behind you!"


I jumped to my feet and looked over my shoulder to find a Kuthian standing
a few paces behind me, a club held high over his head. I dove to my left,
just as the club crashed down to the ground. As I returned to my feet I
pulled my knife from my boot and faced the man.


"Is that all you've got," he said, advancing upon me again.


He swung his club towards me and missed me merely by a knuckle or two. I
was certain that I would die that day. I stepped back and the man followed,
swinging his club and laughing. I prepared to lunge at the man, but before
I could Urel jumped on the man's back.


The man's attention was drawn away from me and he stumbled around, trying
to reach for the boy. He was a good distance away when he caught Urel by
the back of his tunic and threw him hard onto the ground. I looked at Urel
and saw that he was not moving.


"Urel," I called.


The man laughed at me then kicked Urel in the stomach. Urel did not make a
sound. I was sure that he was dead. Fear and rage rushed through my veins
and without thinking of the consequences I hurled my knife at the Kuthian,
sinking the blade deep into the man's back. The man cried out and and
stumbled away from me. I looked towards Urel, and saw that he was still
laying motionless on the ground.


"You're dead now," he said, as he turned to me, blood running from the
corner of his mouth.


I could tell he was weak now, my knife having done more damage than I
thought it would. I moved keeping the man between Tohm and myself.


"You should run while you have the chance," I said, looking for anything I
could use as a weapon, "Your wound is mortal."


"I will survive long enough to crush your skull," he said, "then my
partners will tear your boys apart, they'll never walk straight again."


"And that one," he said looking at Tohm behind me. "I'll be sure to have
his tongue torn from his mouth."


"I will not let that happen," I said.


"Neither will I," Corvin said as he thrust his sword into the man from
behind.


The Kuthian crumpled to the ground. Corvin pulled his sword from the man
then stabbed him again.


"See to the boys," he said as he pulled my knife from the Kuthian's back
and tossed it to me. "There are others."


I looked at the blood dripping from the blade of my knife, feeling suddenly
sick, not moving.


"The boys," he said, in a loud voice.


I nodded and ran over to Urel, who was starting to stir. I helped him up
and led him to his horse, still tied to Tohm's horse.


"If I tell you to ride, you must ride," I said.


He nodded, holding his shoulder, his arm hanging limp at his side.


"He can't move his arm," I said, watching Corvin as he stuck his sword into
the soft earth and pulled a bow from his saddle.


"Then get behind him and ride," he said, cocking an arrow and drawing back
on the bow.


"Head down this trail," he said as he crouched down behind a tree, not
bothering to look at me. "You'll come to a burnt tree, turn right and ride
until you reach the river. Head south along the river 'til you come to a
small wooden hovel. Tell the woman there that Corvin has sent you, she'll
hide you if she must."


"Who is this woman?" I asked.


"My mother," Corvin replied.


"I can stay and help," I said.


"Go," he said, peering into the brush. "I have my horse, I will slow them
down."


I hesitated, worried, wondering why we all didn't ride off, then an arrow
whizzed past my head and sunk into a tree behind me.


Perhaps I was a coward for running, but to this day, I tell people I did
what I did to keep the boy's safe. That to me, their lives were more
important than my fighting to the death. To be true, though, I was
scared. I had never fought before. I was young and I did not want to die,
so I left Corvin to die. I thought for certain he would. There were three
men advancing on him, two with bows drawn. I did not know how he could
overcome those odds. My only prayer was that they did not hear the
directions he gave me.


I followed Corvin's directions to the letter and did come upon the
hovel. It was round and made of wooden poles leaned upon each other to a
point, tanned leather thrown on top to keep out the elements.


"Hello," I hollered. "Is anyone home?"


A flap on the side of the hovel was pulled up and a woman stepped out,
holding a knife in her hands. The woman was younger than Corvin by several
years. She had long red hair, with two long braids hanging down in the
front. She was very beautiful to look upon.


"Who are you," she asked, looking at me and then the boys.


"Corvin sent me," I said. "We were attacked in the woods by bandits."


"Hah," she said. "Bandits? More likely townsmen."


"There are three of them," I said. "I must go back and help them. Can you
take the boys."


"Are you stupid?" the woman said. "You're in Kuth. Never leave a boy alone
with anyone, nor a girl, nor an old lady for that matter."


"I must help Corvin," I said, looking back along the path I'd traveled.


"He'll be better off without you," she said, throwing her dagger so the
blade stuck in the ground. "Come down from there and bring the boys."


***


I waited watching as the young woman tended to Urel. She would curse every
once in awhile, at least I believed it to be cursing, for she spoke in some
strange language I had never heard before.


"Will he be alright?" I asked.


"His arm," she said, stroking Urel's hair as she sat beside the sleeping
boy. "Rather, the bone that attaches his arm to his shoulder, has come
loose. I need to be sure we can put it back in without hurting him
further."


"And what if the men come," I asked. "What good will all this be? I have
not made it to Suth and I nearly killed poor Urel."


"Perhaps you should have joined the theater," the woman said. "You seem to
know much about drama."


"Do not jest," I said, looking at Urel. "I could've taken him home or left
him behind, but I brought him with me, merely to satisfy... I could've left
him at home."


"Hah," the woman shouted, causing the boy to stir. "Do you think this boy
would've stayed? He was more worried about you, than you were of him. Of
the two, he is the survivor, believe me."


"And what of the young one," I said heading to the basket. "Come Tohm, come
down from there."


I looked into the basket and could not see the boy.


"He's behind the bushes over there," the woman said, pointing by the
river. "How Corvin could leave these boys to your care is more than I can
fathom."


"There was no one else to leave them with," Corvin hollered, sitting on his
horse, smiling.


"Man," Tohm shouted, suddenly bursting forth from the brush and running
towards Corvin.


"I'm sorry," I said, as Corvin pulled Tohm up to sit in front of him.


"Sorry for what?" He asked.


"He feels he's betrayed you and left you die," the woman said.


"Betrayed me?" He laughed. "If you had stayed I might've died. I couldn't
keep you and the boys safe."


"I could've fought with you?" I said, a flush of anger replacing shame.


"With that toothpick you carry in your boot?" He asked, laughing again.


"'Tis a knife, I'll have you know," I shouted. "And it was crafted for me
by my brother!"


"Then do yourself and your brother a favor," he said, hopping down from the
saddle. "Next time someone comes at you with a club, don't throw your only
weapon at them."


That was the first time I saw violence in that form. It was the first time
I saw a man dieing and the first time I realized that Corvin was more than
he seemed. I also knew then, that fifty dethel was not much to pay for
one's life.


We spent a few weeks at the hovel. Corvin took the men that had died
attacking us to their wives. He also paid five dethels to each of their
wives, or rather I did. He said it needed to be done or we would not find
peace, for the families would most certainly seek vengeance. A payment
would show that there was no dishonor in their death. I did not argue with
him about that or anything else for as long as I traveled with him. It was
an important lesson in humility.


Corvin always referred to the younger girl as Asha, which I called her too,
causing her to smile. The day we headed out, I was happy to finally be free
of the burden of Urel's wounds. He had healed fine, he could move his arm
as well as before and unlike me, he had no shame in his heart. Even with
the words spoken, that day always stayed with me, for I wondered if there
was anything more I could've or should've done. I can still see Corvin,
kneeling, bow drawn, ready to defend us with his life, and I can still feel
how my heart felt as I ran.


The fear would not leave me for months. The sound of a branch cracking or a
hawk's cry would remind me of that day. I would see the blood on my knife,
and feel Urel leaning back against me, with barely any strength to hold
himself up. What if Corvin had not been there? What if he had not forced me
to take him on as a guard? What if my decision had caused others, not to
just suffer, but to lose their lives? How soon we forget the great lessons
in life. How soon we pass from gratitude to complacency.


I don't know how to say this, but something changed between Urel and I. At
first, when we could, we would sneak off and he would please me and I would
please him, but as time passed and especially after that day, those times
became less frequent, not because of anything I'd done or he'd done, but
because I didn't seem to see him in the same light. Certainly he was an
attractive boy, but he really was no longer a boy, he was becoming a young
man and for reasons beyond my comprehension, I was not attracted to young
men, but to boys. He still held a dear place in my heart, to say otherwise
would be a lie, and even though he had only matured a bit more, it was more
than I could find entirely appealing. So it was not surprising to me to
find Urel naked by the river, Corvin standing behind, naked also, his arms
wrapped around the boy holding him close to him.


Towards the end of our days in Kuth, the desire to find pleasure in
another's arms became nearly overwhelming, and when it did I would return
to Urel, but only because there was no one else for me to find. No women,
no girls, no boys, only Urel. I did a great disservice to the lad, but he
never saw it as such, he took great pleasure in spending the little time we
did together, but by the time we reached the border to Suth, I had stopped
even turning to him for comfort.


I had thought of pursuing Tohm, but I did not know how Corvin would react
and I did not want to test our friendship, for by then I would believe we
were friends, so I stayed away from the boy as much as I could. It is a
wise thing to do sometimes, avoid temptation, lest you give into its
embrace. Oh, I did have Tohm on that trip several times, but only in my
mind, and after all there was no harm in that.


Chapter 9


To say Suth lies at the end of Aertha is a lie. It truly lies at the roof
of Aertha. The air is thin, for much of the year it is cold, and there are
only a few green valleys to provide enough sustenance for its people to
live. The Suthians are a hardy lot, well suited for their chosen home. I
would come to know many Suthians and the one thing most of them had in
common was that they lived and died by their word.


Suthians, Kuthians, and the Turesh are supposedly all of the same blood,
the sons of Novare the Hunter, son of Athes and Aleyeth. Suthians however
differ from their cousins in their desire for peace and quiet. War is not
to their tastes. They desire only to give their village peace and their
family love. Anything less is failure in their eyes. I would come to view
Suthians as, perhaps, the most noble of all the societies in Aertha, but of
course one fears what they do not know and I still did not know all of this
about Suthians.


Entering Suth from Kuth is like leaving a house after you have been shut in
for several months. You finally see the sun and feel the air, everything
smells fresh and you feel alive. The mountains that sporadically run
through Kuth, are the source of the Suthians lifeblood. They have taken it
upon themselves to live where no other man would want to. They grow their
own grapes, they raise their own sheep, and they have small farms built on
shelves that dot the sides of the mountains. They are the masters of their
domain.


It is said that if you left a Suthian alone on the top of a mountain, with
only one sheep, you could still come back a month later and find him alive
with a wool coat and a newborn ewe. It is a bit of a stretch, for Suthians
do not sleep with their sheep. However Suthians do have another custom they
are known for, and in some places it is this custom that has given them a
sinister reputation.


Corvin was visibly relieved when we reached Suth, his attitude changed, he
seemed more relaxed. He began to talk to me more. I found out for the first
time that he was only half Kuthian, his mother had been Turesh. She was the
slave of Corvin's father. Corvin's father had not cared much for his
mother, so when his child was finally born, he attempted to sell the mother
and keep the child for himself, of course Corvin's mother would have none
of that and stole away in the night with the child.


Corvin's mother had made it back to her village when Corvin's father
finally caught up with her. Corvin's uncle, Demetri, shot an arrow through
his father's heart from 100 paces away. His father did not even have time
to utter one curse. The party that had come to help him claim his child ran
away as quick as rabbits.


Corvin was raised by his uncle and mother. Taught the ways of the Turesh
and the ways of the Kuth. When Corvin finally became a man, his mother was
forced to leave Tureth, because of the great disgrace she had committed by
allowing herself to be enslaved.


Corvin unwilling to abandon his mother, shaved his head and went with her
to Kuth. His mother was a strong witch. She, however, was a Tureth witch
and dealt with nature spirits and not the infernal powers Kuth witches
followed. As she cared for Corvin her powers became even stronger, to the
point that when she finally left her village, she looked scarcely older
than her son.


Corvin, having inherited the superstitions all Tureth have against witches,
did not feel comfortable around his mother. His mother, knowing this, had
commanded him to leave her camp, explaining that she had done everything
she did for her son so that he could be free and not grow up to be enslaved
as her guardian. She told her son to only come visit every fifth year, and
then only if he wanted to see her.


He told me he loved his mother and that he was sad they had to leave her to
her hovel by the river, but she could not leave that place anymore, lest
the years she had hidden from caught up to her and forced her to age in one
moment the age she should've been.


Of all the places Corvin traveled, he loved Suth more than any other, for
the very reasons I had said before. He told me, now that he had brought me
here, that he had planned on coming anyways. That Tohm was not his nephew,
but the son of a great Suth warrior and that he brought the boy to Suth so
that he could undergo the ritual of service. He would not explain exactly
what that ritual was, nor did any sober Suth, but I did learn what it was
eventually.


I traveled with Corvin to the only city the Suth had, it was merely a day
or two from the Kuth border and it was really nothing more than a town by
eastern standards. There was little timber in the valleys, the trees being
small, and sparse, so the Suth chose to build their building from stone,
using animal skins to cover their windows and doors. The building in the
town were no different, only some were on a grander scale, with furs,
rather the skins. The city also housed a marble quarry. The quarry provided
marble to the farthest lands, at one time even to Lithlellan. If you asked
a Suth the name of the city, they would merely call it the City, so that is
the name I gave it.


The Suth have two lodges in every village and every town. Each is meant for
women or men. In the one building only young boys, who had not undergone
the ritual of service, and females were allowed. In the other, only boys
who had undergone the ritual, and men were allowed. Within the confines of
these lodges, certain things that would be taboo elsewhere were acceptable,
as long as it was agreed upon that any man might be called upon to act in
the same way if he was also put into the same spot, within certain limits.


These lodges also have places to sleep, so it was understandable that I
mistook the lodge I was taken to for an inn. It was in this lodge that,
while I was warming myself by a fireplace. a Suthian approached me with a
young boy of seven or eight 'winters' (as the Suth say). The boy wore only
a short kilt and sleeveless blouse. I could tell that he was very fit, and
thoughts of certain things I might do to the boy to stave my desire came to
mind. As I examined the boy more closely I found his long black hair and
ruddy cheeks only served to stoke my lust. He was most definitely a cute
lad, especially with his mischievous grin.


"Good evening," the man said, his hand on the boy's shoulder.


"Good evening," I said, nodding to the man.


"My nephew Celden has told me that he would like to become," the man paused
for a moment. "Acquainted with you."


"Acquainted?" I asked, admiring the man's forwardness, but wanting to be
sure that the man and I were discussing the same topic.


"Aye," the man said, with a wide grin.


"Let me be sure what you're asking me," I said, knowing full well that
Suth's often had relations with boys. "Are you offering your nephew to me,
so that I might, ahem, spend time with him in a closer way?"


"Yes," the man said, pushing the boy towards me. "He's quite a talented
lad."


"And you've experienced him?" I asked.


"By Novare no," he said. "Do not even jest about such a thing! No I know by
the groans of men and watching him coax a man's seed from time to time."


"You've watched him?" I asked, a bit shocked.


"Well not out of lust," he said. "But there has been an occasion or two
when I have been in the same room while he was performing his duties."


"I'm not sure I understand," I said. From what I had been told by Corvin,
if a man touched his own blood, they were exiled from Suth.


"It is not uncommon for a man to be present when a young relative is
entertaining a man," he said. "But only to ensure the child's safety and
only if someone outside the family isn't able to."


"Of course," I said, thinking that was perhaps the weakest excuse I'd
heard.


"He's undergone the ritual of service," he said. "I know he looks small for
his age, but I guarantee that he can service you according to the customs."


"The customs?" I asked.


"Yes, the custom of Service," he said.


"What exactly is this custom of Service?" I asked the man, not completely
understanding, since Corvin had declined to comment on it.


It was then that the man, named Thorvell, explained much of the Suthian
customs to me. I learned that after a Suthian boy reaches the age of eight
they were expected to undergo the Ritual of Service, also called the Ritual
of Service to Men. During this Ritual, three men take the boy with two
other boys that have already been through the ritual, and a young teenager,
to the highest point of the valley with a flock of sheep. The teenager is
expected to care for the boy undergoing the ritual, and the other boys are
taken to slacken the lust of the men accompanying them.


Before the ritual begins, if no one can decide who should have relations
with the boy the first time, each man is expected to throw bones to see who
will have that privilege. The man who wins takes the boy that night, at the
sacred camp that the holy men of the village have set up. Afterwards the
boy is considered to be on the journey to manhood. It is customary for the
other men to have their way with the boy as well, and the boy should not
deny any man's lust during the ritual.


After the ritual the boy will continue to serve men until he produces
seed. Even after that a boy can choose to be with a man, but once they
reach the age of sixteen or seventeen winters, it is frowned upon, yet
still done occasionally, but only discreetly.


Regardless, his nephew had gone into the valley less than a week ago. He
had shown remarkable talent, but still had not been with a foreigner. The
chance to be with such a fine looking, strapping young foreigner, did not
come often, so the Uncle was hoping I might spend some time with Celden so
that his first time with a foreigner would be something to remember.


After listening to the man speak of the ritual and also the reason why he
was handing his nephew over to me, I stopped him.


"I must tell you something," I said.


"What?" He said. "Do you not care for boys? I saw you staring at the naked
one in the corner, Hohn..."


"No! No! That's not it," I said as the boy stood next to me, his hand
running up my leg feeling the length of my cock.


"He's bigger than Payter," the boy exclaimed, causing several men to look
in my direction.


"That cannot be," the man said.


"Well that's what I was trying to explain," I said, wanting the boy, but
not believing he could take me.


"Then this is a great honor," the man said. "Do you think you can take it
Celden?"


The boy shrugged, "I will try uncle."


"If he will try," I said, "it would be rude of me not to give him the
chance."


"Of course," the uncle said, grinning at me.


I was led behind a curtain of gauze so thin you could see the shapes of
those outside but not discern them entirely. It was there that I was
expected to have my way with the lad. I wasn't sure how comfortable I was
with this, but once the lad dropped his blouse and kilt to the ground,
exposing his hard little rod and smooth tanned frame, I changed my mind.


I removed my trousers in quick order, exposing my rod, which was already
hard. The boy looked at it, his eyes big as saucers. I watched as he went
behind us grabbed a candle and left the small enclosed area.


There were hoots and whistles as the boy walked across the room naked. One
man slapped the boy's bottom as he walked back. When he returned, he used
the candle to light a lamp, then set it beside the table and came back to
me.


By this time I had removed my trousers and was leaning back on the bedding
that had been provided. It felt a bit damp where I was laying and I had to
wonder exactly what I was sitting in. The boy smiled quite seductively for
a lad, and walked over to me, running a finger over the tip of my cock as
he knelt down slowly at feet.


"Shall we do this twice," he asked.


I wasn't absolutely certain what he was asking, so I replied, "Certainly."


With no further ado, the boy leaned forward and engulfed as much of my cock
as he could, which was merely a few inches, but enough to send sparks
throughout my body.


The boy had one hand wrapped halfway around my shaft, while the other held
my balls, or rather one of my balls, since his hand were too small to hold
both. As he sucked my cock he ran his hand up and down my shaft and looked
up at me.


His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and seemed to sparkle. I was quite
taken with the lad and as I found I was want to do, I reached down and
stroked his soft hair. I could tell he liked that, so I continued to do
this, allowing him to set the pace of my entry.


I would find out later that one of the customs of service, is
submission. Not in the sense that one might think, but submission to one's
partner's pleasure. Men and boys alike were expected to abide by this. The
boy, in his act of submission, removed his mouth from my cock, then crawled
up on the bedding and laid down on his back, his feet facing away from
me. Celden then shifted around until his head draped over the edge of the
bedding.


Looking at me with his head upside down, he told me, "put it in my mouth."


I wasn't quite certain what the boy would be able to do in that position,
he most certainly would have a hard time moving his head back and forth,
but I did as he asked. I knelt in front of the boy and entered his mouth
again, but only pushed the head past his lips. The boy sucked me for a bit,
then put his hands around my legs and began to pull me towards him.


"You're supposed to fuck his mouth," I heard a voice say from behind the
curtain, then the room erupted in laughter.


It was at that moment that I realized the purpose of the lamp was to
project a shadow of what was occurring in the room on the thin gauze
separating the boy and I from the crowd. In this way, those who were
outside of the room could witness the acts inside without breaching the
privacy of those within.


I was a bit mortified, but to be polite, I replied, "thank you."


I began to move my cock in and out of the boy, testing the depths slowly. I
found the boy more than willing to accept me in his throat, even if it
caused him to gag. In fact on one particularly deep push, he held me inside
of his mouth as he gagged and his throat spasmed around my cock.


"Careful lad," someone said, I was almost positive it was Corvin.


"Sorry," I replied, pulling my cock out to rest back in his mouth.


It took hardly any time for me to feel my seed begin to boil, especially
with the lithe sexy little figure laying down in front of me. I wanted to
suck the boy's soft penis 'til it was stiff, but I knew that was frowned
upon. A Suthian man can receive service, but only Suthian boy should
perform the service.


With that I continued to fuck the boy's mouth, entering the boy's throat
now and again, but never long enough to cause him to choke or gag for too
long. When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock from the boys mouth and
held his head up with one hand as I jacked my cock off over him.


My come erupted like a geyser, the first shot reaching the boy's belly
button, the second one landed near one of the boy's little pink nipples,
and the rest found their place in the lads mouth and on his face. I came
for what felt like a good 10 seconds, and the boy easily had seven or eight
thumb thimbles of cum coating him.


As I finished I slapped my cock on the boy's cheek and forehead, shaking
the rest of the cum from the tip, then pulled the boy's head back down by
his hair and pushed my cock back into his mouth. He dutifully sucked any
remaining juice from me, until I finally removed my cock from his mouth and
helped him to sit up.


"You are quite talented," I said, smiling at the lad, who smiled back at me
as well, a thick string of come dripping from his chin.


"Thank you m'lord," the boy said.


"You should go clean up," I said.


"Then you will have my bottom?" The boy asked.


I was taken aback, just realizing what he meant by twice.


"Certainly," I said again, smacking the boy's ass as he hopped off and left
the gauze room.


"By the gods," one man exclaimed.


"Is that you under there Celden?" Another asked.


I smiled a bit proud of my performance, wondering what it was about small
boys, crowds, and me. It seemed unseemly, but once you were primed, it was
difficult not to take advantage of the situation when it was offered to you
freely.


The boy came back, his face still a bit slimy, apparently he had only wiped
it off with a rag. He was holding a pitcher in his hand. He handed the
pitcher to me and stood in front of me while I looked inside.


It appeared to be a dark liquid inside that I had never seen. When I stuck
a finger inside, I immediately felt a slight numbness.


"You're supposed to rub that on you," he said pointing to the pitcher I was
holding.


"What do I rub on you?" I asked.


"Oil," he answered, as if it was a matter of fact.


"Of course," I said. "And why do I rub this on me?"


"So you last longer," someone said from beyond the curtain.


"Thank you," I said, a bit perturbed at the eaves dropping.


"Perhaps I should put some on you too," I said. "It would ease some of the
pain."


"No," the boy said, shaking his head. "how can I service you if I don't
feel you completely?"


"I'm sorry," I said. "I meant no offense."


The boy smiled and walked over to the table with the lamp, he brought a
bowl over and held it in his hands waiting. He motioned towards me to start
putting the black liquid on my cock and I did.


The boy was right, I could feel my cock go a bit numb, but not
completely. I knew I would last for quite awhile now.


After the liquid dried, the boy dipped his fingers in the oil and began
rubbing it on my cock. It was taking a bit of time, so finally I grabbed
him by his wrist and dunked his hand in the oil completely. He looked up at
me shocked, but them got the idea and smiled. He quickly ran his hand up
and down my cock, coating it once more. After he applied what he could, he
would dunk his hand once more, then apply the oil again. I was ready in
short order.


I expected the boy to ask to sit on it, but he didn't, instead he removed
the blanket from the bed and rolled it up, then he crawled on top of the
rolled up blanket, so that his hips were raised up, allowing me easier
access.


I realized then that this lad was not fooling around. When he said he
wanted to try, he really meant it. I looked at his bottom, his legs spread
wide, and saw the little hole I was supposed to enter. It was slightly pink
and completely closed. I knew for certain that, if there was any chance of
me entering the lad, I would have to open him up first.


I dipped my finger in the oil that the boy had provided me and ran my
finger in a circle around the boy's anus, teasing him. I continued to apply
pressure around his hole, watching his back tense in anticipation.


"Put it in please," he finally asked.


I laughed and said, "A bit eager are we?"


"You can put it in," he said. "It'll fit."


"We'll see," I said to him, as I pushed my finger inside him in one smooth
motion, then pulled it out.


The boy gasped and trembled a bit. I smiled, realizing the boy was finally
understanding the enormity of what was to come. I continued to stroke one
finger in and out of the boy. He looked over his shoulder occasionally, as
I would learn boy's did when they were nervous.


"Are you ready?" He asked.


"Are you ready? I asked him as I entered him with two fingers.


"Yes," he said, groaning at the intrusion.


"Has he put it in yet?" I heard someone ask from beyond the gauze.


"No," someone replied. "Be quiet."


"I'm almost ready," I said, more for the audience's sake, and less for the
boy.


"Will it hurt?" the boy asked in a worried tone.


"Yes," I said. "You're very small, so it will probably hurt a lot."


"Really?" He asked.


"Yes," I said. "You don't have to if you don't want to, there are older
boys that will let me do this to them."


"No," the boy said, almost indignantly. "You can have me."


"You are such a good boy," I said, stroking his back with my hand as I
pulled my fingers from his ass and knelt behind him, lining my cock up with
his hole.


"You can... Oh Pappa!" he shouted, as the the head of my cock suddenly
entered him.


"You're tight," I grunted as I leaning over his body, looking down at where
I had entered him, his hole looking as if it was stretched to capacity.


"You're big," he said, as he made a hissing sound. "Its very big."


"You're doing good," I said, as the boy whimpered, and then suddenly
sobbed.


"It's so big," he said, almost as if he was reminding himself.


"I wont push any more in," I said. "Not 'til you're ready."


"I don't think any more will fit in me," the boy said as he shifted his
hips beneath me, trying to pull away from me, only to have me follow him,
keeping my cock lodged in his backside.


"You can take more," I said. "Don't worry."


I knew from the sob the boy let out, that he was not so sure he could take
any more.


"Be brave lad," someone said from beyond the gauze.


"You can take it Celden," his uncle shouted.


If they saw what I saw, they might've thought differently. The boy's anus
was stretched thin, each time I pushed in, it was tugged inward, before it
slowly slid back in place. I knew that this was the tightest hole I'd ever
been in and I honestly wasn't sure if he could take more, but at the same
time I wanted to push more in, to feel his tight hole wrapped around my
shaft.


I sat there for awhile, waiting, watching the boy tremble, listening to him
hiss as I readjusted myself now again, trying to get more comfortable.


"Are you ready for more?" I asked, allowing the boy to choose whether or
not I should go deeper.


"Just a little," he said, whimpering as he anticipated my push.


As I slowly pressed my weight down against his small body, I felt my cock
push forward. The boy was so tight, I barely got a fingernail's length in
before I had to stop to let him get used to it.


"Oh it's big," the boy sobbed. "Take it out. Take it out."


"You can take it," I said, "be brave."


The gauze was suddenly ripped down and I suddenly saw my audience as they
witnessed my entry of the small lad, curled up under me, his hands futilely
pushing against my thighs, trying to push me off.


"By the Gods," Someone said. "He can't take that."


"Yes he can," Another man said.


I watched as the crowd drew closer to watch us.


"Uncle," the boy said, as he saw his uncle watching. "Please pull him off."


His uncle said nothing, instead he rubbed his cock through his clothes,
groaning at the sight.


"Should we stop him?" One of the men asked the uncle.


"No," the uncle said. "It'll be a lesson for him. He'll know not to tease
men, unless he can please them."


"Slowly lad," another man said to me, as he knelt down in front of Celden,
stroking his cock openly.


At the time I had no more than 3 and a half knuckles in the boy and I
seriously doubted that I could get much more inside. As I waited for the
boys tunnel to quit spasming, I looked around me and noticed other boys,
some were watching with fear in their eyes, other were performing the same
service to men kneeling behind them.


"Put it all in," one of the young boys shouted.


"No, don't," Celden begged me.


"I wont put it all in," I said to him, then shifted my wait once more,
allowing another half a knuckle to enter the boy.


Celden wailed, pushing against me, trying with all his might to get me to
stop.


"He can't take anymore," I said, holding still inside of the boy.


I hovered over little Celden, moving barely a knuckle inside of him, I
could feel myself on the edge. I did not want to hurt the child anymore, so
regaining my senses and realizing the spectacle that presented itself to
these men, I pulled away from the boy intent on giving them a show.


Celden gasped as I pulled out of him, leaving his hole empty, his tiny
anus, stretched and dilated as I hovered over him, jerking my cock
frantically, feeling the cum rising once more.


"Almost there," I said.


As I looked down and saw the pink insides of the boy's bowels, his hole
wide open from our coupling, I could not hold back anymore. With a groan, a
burst of burning juice shot from my cock and landed at the base of the
boy's spine. As my cum ran down his crack to his empty hole, I moved to
with a few knuckles distance from the boy and watched as more of my seed
shot inside of the boy's twitching anus. The boy moaned as he felt the
juices flowing inside of him.


It was an intense feeling, and no less so by the sight of the child, his
head turned, his fingers touching his hole, feeling the heat and stickiness
that covered him. The boy did not clean me with his mouth, in fact he did
not move much at all, aside from pulling a blanket over himself, so that he
hid his ass from the onlookers.


"Are you alright?" I asked, leaning down to whisper in his ear.


"I'm sorry I couldn't take more," he said in a soft voice.


"You did fine boy. You took more than most," I said, kissing the boy on the
cheek.


I slept in that bed that night with Celden beside me. I did not try to
enter him again, rather I held the boy, trying to fill that loneliness in
my heart. I watched him sleep, again stroking his hair and seeing how
innocent the child was.


Epilogue


Some will say we lose our innocence when we learn of sex, I have learned
the truth. We only lose our innocence when our hearts begin to be soured
with guilt. It is when we are told that we are not right and can never be
right, when that simple enjoyment of life for life's sake is taken from us,
that is when we cease to be innocent. In a way it is our reassurance of our
mortality, the point when we realize that our youth is fleeting, that soon
we will never be young again.


The lucky will stay young, even as their body's grow old, but they are few
and far between, for the rest of us, we tire as our body's tire. We dream
of the past, even as the future looks bleak. We ask for some kind of
reassurance that life does not hold only death for us, and when we wait for
the answer, we only hear the words of men.


I will tell you a secret, I have never heard the Gods speak to me, nor have
I met anyone who is sane that has, yet we allow the men who follow these
same Gods to dictate for us how we should behave and what we should do,
often under the penalty of death.


And when one man's god offends another's, we are more than willing to throw
our children to war, regardless of the consequences. It is strange how they
can kill their children and praise the king, yet not accept the fact that
their children possess the same ability for sexuality and bliss that their
parents do. And this is all because the voice of the Gods has stood behind
an altar and told them it is wrong and impure.


I have never met a Man of the God's who was not torn with guilt. A normal
man accepts the Gods and that's that. He listens with a cool mind,
accepting what seems evident, but dismissing what doesn't. The fanatic,
they have another purpose for serving the gods. They are there because they
can not deal with the feelings that live in their hearts, the deep desire
that they will scream is wrong, because they have been told it is
wrong. They hide under the guise of purity, hoping that no one can see past
that cloak of darkness that has covered their soul. And even as they commit
this sin, telling their own victims that they are evil, they expect
forgiveness. If there are any Gods left, it is hard for me to believe that
kind of compassion exists.


Perhaps it is in the hearts of men that we breed guilt. Reminding others of
the darkness we feel, presenting that which we succumbed to as the weight
that the world should bear. Rewriting history so that it is absent of these
facts, destroying the facts that have existed for tens of thousands of
years, so that we can feel justified in our torment of those we hate.


If you ask how I could consider the Suth's as the most noble society, after
what happened in that lodge, it's simply that I learned that what happened
in that lodge, happened everywhere in the world. The only difference was
where it happened and under what guise. The Suth's at least did not hide
what they were doing, nor did they try to alleviate their guilt by turning
to the gods or persecuting those who did not deny their lusts.


As for my Royal decree, my travels did not end in Suth, rather they were
just beginning, but for the purpose of this tale, that is the place they
end. Perhaps on another occasion, when I am less melancholy and worried
about the future, I will tell you more of my past. Right now I have a
festhall to run, so until I write you again, I bid you fair winds and good
travels. May you find your own path.





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PART II


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Chapter 1


I know it has been awhile since we spoke. I apologize, I have had much on
my mind and many things to deal with, suffice it to say, the world does not
always do that which you desire. With my last words to you I explained the
customs of the Suthians and I hope, in no small detail, the purpose of
those customs. For the uninitiated it may appear that the Suth's are driven
by lust and perversity, but that is the furthest from the truth. In fact
the Suth's are doting parents, perhaps more than they should be. They are
known for taking orphans, both boys and girls, and raising them
communally. A fact not lost on certain holy men who will often wander the
Suthian mountains attempting to find a home for the poor children who have
been abandoned by fate. Many orphans from the Kithian war now live in the
mountain villages of Suth. The Suth being as charitable as they could took
many of them as their wards.


I was made aware of this custom on the second week I spent in Suth, Corvin
had finally left, intent on fulfilling his vow to deliver young Tohm to his
ancestral village to undergo the Ritual of Service. I however stayed behind
so I could spend time in the few marketplaces in Suth attempting to find
some goods that might be of value in Lithlell.


Urel was of great assistance in these endeavors, being a smart lad who was
becoming more confident as each day passed. For the most part, he had
slipped from the bonds of slavery, both physically and spiritually and
found himself a free boy, with a will of his own. That's not to say he had
become unruly, for that would not be a fair characterization, no he had
become confident. He still stood two paces behind me, even though I had not
requested him to, some habits are hard to break I suppose, but he was more
than willing to come to his own defense if he thought something
unjust. Which was a bit trifling at times, but I understood the tendency to
overcompensate when one is freed of his bindings. Had I not given in to
temptation, once I had been freed of the chastity that had been imposed on
me? Yes, I understood full well that this was a benefit to him and to
myself, for I was certain, no matter how much Urel desired it, that he
would not return to Lithlell until he was able to present himself in a
fashion that would not have him thrown in the King's dungeon.


It was on one particular day, as I sat under a canopy sipping a
particularly delicious tea with a merchant from Kith, that I learned of the
troubles in that land. As I said, unrest had come to Kith in the form of an
uprising. The nobles of that land, having kept those they believed inferior
in a state of perpetual servitude and poverty, were now reaping the fruit
of there tyranny. The land was being torn apart, already the King had been
forced into exile and the land had been divided into parts, each one led by
some warlord or another professing their intentions of peace, while killing
all those that had offended them in the slightest when they were in
bondage.


Is that not the way of man? I have found that we are capable of infinite
cruelty if we are not kept in check, either by our own moral compass or the
laws of the land, but, as you know I am often prone to do, I have
digressed. Again this man, Butress, a merchant from Kith, had fled that
land before much of the turmoil had enveloped it. He had brought his young
son with him and intended to start a new life in this village, even if, by
his standards it was not perhaps as eloquent as his prior home. His son was
a beautiful lad named Kolt, and I say beautiful because there is no other
way to describe him. He had the black hair, green eyes and fair skin
customary of many Kith, in fact the boy looked very much like the young
boys of Lithlell I had grown up with.


It is believed by the scholarly sorts that roam the lands that Kith and
Lithlell are the last survivors of the ancient empire of Atlantl. Each of
the countries shares the same language, although many words are pronounced
differently, and both share similar physical characteristics. For instance
there were traditionally two physical types of Kithians, the blonde haired,
blue eyed members of the upper cast, and the black haired, green eyed
members of the lower class. In Lithlell, although it is not admitted, most
dark haired children are treated with a certain prejudice, often referred
to as being of Southern decent, which has always struck me as strange since
the Lithlellans in Southern Lithlell are also predominantly blond
haired. In Kith this prejudice is even stronger, with those born with dark
hair denied certain positions in society as well as entry to certain
establishments.


Pehaps it was the fact we both were of the ignoble decent that allowed us
to converse so freely, for I felt quite comfortable talking to the man,
even if he did seem quite anxious. In fact it was while were sipping tea
that he would admit to me the source of his anxiety. A conversation that
would never leave me.


"Antosh," he said. "What did you see to the east?"


"What do you mean Butress?" I asked.


"Are the lands safe to travel?" He asked.


"I would not go as far as to say safe," I said, "but they can be traveled
if the need arises."


"You seem like a good lad Antosh," he said, smiling at me, placing his hand
on my shoulder. "May I ask something of you, for I feel as if you are
someone that I can depend on if the need arises."


"Certainly," I said, "You may ask, but I cannot swear to anything without
knowing the details."


"Of course," Butress said, a sudden seriousness coming over him. "I
understand you traveled with a Kuthian mercenary through the lowlands."


"I did," I said, my mind for a moment calling up images of Corvin.


"I need the services of one like him," the man said. "I fear my life is in
danger."


"Why would you fear such a thing," I said, almost dismissing the comment.


"You do not know the depth of hatred that exists in my country," the man
said in a low voice. "There are those that see my departure as cowardice
and treasonous. I have learned my own brother has put a price on my head
and that of my son's."


"Why would your brother do such a thing?" I asked, uncertain of the
validity of such a claim.


"If I pass from this world," he said, as he made a gesture to the horizon,
"then all I have will become my son's. If my son passes, all he has becomes
my brother's. You may not think it to see me now, but I was wealthy for a
mutt."


"Please," I said. "Do not call yourself that! If you are a dog, than so am
I, for we both have the same blood in our veins."


"You are too kind Antosh," the man said, placing my hands in his, looking
at me with a most serious expression. "This is not in jest Antosh. The
things I speak of are quite real. It is only by happenstance that I came
about this knowledge. My brother has come into control of a great deal of
land in Kith, he desires to own that legally, for he fears order may be
restored soon."


"I am sorry to hear this," I said. "This is a great burden that you carry."


"It is," he said. "And I must ask you, if you can, to share my burden."


"What is it you ask of me?" I said, suddenly worried I might not be as
noble as this man professed.


"My son," he said, gesturing to the young lad, "He is only eight years on
this world. I could not bear knowing that this might be his last. I have
come to study the law and found that if my son is sold into slavery, that
he is forfeit of his rights by ancestry."


"What are you saying?" I asked.


"I wish to sell you my son as a slave," He said, looking at me quite
seriously.


"But why me?" I asked. "Do you not know me?"


He laughed, "You mean your dalliances with the fairer boys? I am quite
aware."


"Then why would you choose me?" I asked again.


"Because I have not seen any sad boys here," he said. "Neither the ones who
have been taken or the ones that have given freely. I know in my heart that
the act that you commit is not evil, but rather it is the intent and
consequence that is. The boys still sit by you at the festivals, do they
not?"


"Yes," I said. "But still. He is not Suthian."


"I only wish he was," Butress said. "That would free my conscious of what I
must do."


"What are you saying?" I asked.


"I will be going back to my home soon," he said.


"Kith?" I asked.


"Yes," Butress replied his face taking on a weight of misery.


"Why would you do such a thing if your brother is so intent on your death?"
I asked, thinking this folly.


"The only chance my son has for a future is with the demise of my brother,"
Butress said. "We both know, if there was any other way, I would not hand
you my son. Even if I don't judge you for your lusts, it is not my way."


"You jest," I said suddenly, hoping that the things this man said were not
true.


"I wish I did," he said. "When your friend returns, send him my way. As for
Kolt, this is the last night he shall be free. If you choose not to take
him, I will have to give him to another. As long as he is free, his life is
in jeopardy."


I looked at the lithe lad, sitting on the ground, playing with two wooden
soldiers, unaware of what the costs of war had placed on his own life,
though I could not deny a certain degree of lust within me.


"I can not promise you that I will be chaste," I said. "I must admit to you
that I do have thoughts of the boy."


"I know," he said. "I have seen you glance at him. I would not ask you to
be chaste, in fact..."


He stopped for a moment and sobbed and in that instance I knew everything
he spoke of was true.


"As long as he remains untouched," he continued. "His life would still be
forfeit. I am giving him to you so that you will take his body as your
own. He must be a slave, not a free boy that is passing himself off as a
slave."


"You do not know what you ask," I said.


"Do you think the Kuth have not been through my village?" Butress said, "I
am well aware of what I ask."


There was a moment of silence. We both stared at the child, who sensing
that he was the topic of conversation had turned his attention to us.


"What is it Pahpee?" The boy asked. "Have I done something wrong?"


"No my dear boy," the man said, smiling at his son, tears welling up in
eyes. "You have done everything right, it is I that have done something
wrong."


"What have you done wrong?" The boy asked, as he moved to stand next to his
father.


"The list is too long to tell," He answered, "But I hope that you will
forgive me one day."


"But father," he said, not understanding what his father was speaking
of. "I am not mad at you."


"You will be," he said, stroking his sons cheek.


"Let me go," I said, feeling a heaviness on my heart. "You must have more
time to think about this."


"Kolt," Butress said. "Do not worry so much about this, go play while I
finish up with Master Teshna."


"But father," Kolt said, distressed by the turn of events.


"Do not argue boy," Butress said, pulling his son to him and kissing him on
the forehead. "Now go."


We watched as the boy walked off, hesitant, unsure of what was happening.


"There must be another way," I said.


"I have thought long and hard on this," he said. "I was going to turn him
over to the village as a ward, but I know he would find little rest at
night."


"How can you be sure he'll find rest with me?" I asked.


"Because my dear boy," Butress said, patting my cheek as if I was his child
now. "I have spoke to Urel and I know much about you. Perhaps even more
than you yourself know."


"I have urges," I said. "It would be wrong of me not to admit this."


"And what man your age doesn't," he said. "Take my son. I will draw up the
papers. Don't make me beg."


"I'm not sure," I said.


"His bottom is soft and his hole is tight," the man said. "He has the
softest red lips of any boy in the village. No one has touched him, but
every man here desires him, even you. I offer him to you and you would deny
the boy his future?"


I looked at the man, knowing well he was attempting to stir my lust and
conscious at the same time.


"When will you give him to me?" I asked.


"Tonight," He said. "After dinner. Business is poor. I will expect payment,
this can't be done without that. There would be too much suspicion. I only
ask you release him when he no longer appeals to you."


"I will promise that," I said, "But I can be a hard taskmaster and I am,
well, a man of some stature."


"I am well aware," Butress said. "Something like that travels quickly. Just
be gentle with him if you can and promise me no harm will come to him and
he is yours for a crown."


"A crown?" I said, knowing full well that was too much to spend on a boy,
even a boy as beautiful as Kolt. "I will offer twenty dethel, that is fair,
and I am doing you the favor remember."


"Favor?" The man said, his instincts for finances taking over. "Why there
are men who would climb Toval's Peak to be with that boy."


I looked at him, realizing full well this was meant to ensure that this was
a sale according to the letter of the law, "fifty dethel, since I expect
the boy to serve me for some time."


He frowned at that comment, but after a moment of silence, agreed.


"Fifty it is," He said, a look of remorse passing over him. "I have the
papers already drawn up."


"You knew I would buy him for fifty?" I asked, admiring his prowess as a
barterer.


"I knew I would not sell him for less," he said. "That is his worth, if you
can place worth on such a beautiful child."


"Sadly everything has a monetary value," I said.


"My love for him does not," he said. "I promise you Antosh, if any harm
comes to him, this paper will not protect you."


"There is no need for that," I said. "If I had my way he would be with
you. I might want the child, but not enough to deprive him of your love."


"You are a dependable man," Butress said, "If perhaps lacking a bit in
morals."


I smiled, "Morals are for those who do not know who they are."


"True," the man said. "So true."


Butress brought out the contract of sale. I read it carefully, as any wise
man will, and seeing that it had only stated that which we had already
discussed, signed it and promised payment by dusk.


"You shall take him when payment has arrived," the man said. "For now I
will spend the time I have with him."


"Butress," I said placing my hand on the man's shoulder, "You own the boy
in your heart and once you have sorted what must be sorted, come for your
child and he will be yours again."


Butress smiled at me, "You needn't tell me that. Why do you think I chose
you of all people. I know what you did for Urel. I know that your heart is
as much good as it is bad."


"You have my word," I said, "If not by paper, then by my hand."


He grabbed my hand and shook it, a look of relief coming over him, even as
a tear formed in his eye.


"I must go prepare his things," the man said. "Shall he keep his toys?"


"Of course," I said. "He is a boy after all. He shant be deprived of joy. I
promise you that."


"That eases my heart," he said. "Thank you Antosh."


"Do not thank me until you have returned for your child," I said.


"Then on that day you will have my thanks," he said.


I returned that night to finish the transaction. Butress was sitting by his
door, looking out in the distance, not even noticing my arrival. I handed
him the pouch of coins.


"Is he ready?" I asked.


"Yes," Butress said. "But he is distressed. You may need to take a firm
hand with him."


"I will be as gentle as I can," I said, understanding how hard this must be
for the boy.


"Kolt," Butress said, "Your master is here."


I waited for a moment and when the boy did not appear, I entered the house
to find him crouched in the corner. I walked over to him and grabbed the
boy by the arm.


"Come boy," I said.


The boy hit me, his small fists beating on my hand and arm, trying to get
free. I could see Butress watching. He nodded to me. I quickly pulled the
boy's tunic up and landed three firm blows on his bottom. He was silent for
a moment, as if in shock, then began to wail as he used his free hand to
rub his bottom.


"You will never hit me," I said. "If you do so again the punishment will be
much worse."


"Pahpee," the boy said, reaching for his father.


I let him go and he ran over to his father grabbing on to the man.


"You do not understand now my little lizard," he said. "But one day you
will."


"I will care for him well," I said.


"I know," he said, lifting his son and holding him in his arms. "I wouldn't
have sold him otherwise."


"It is time to go boy," I said.


"Please Pahpee," the boy said, sobbing. "Please."


"He can't do anything for you now," I said, taking hold of the boy. "The
contract has been signed."


"Be kind Antosh," the man said.


I turned to the man, trying hard to keep the tears from my eyes, finding it
hard to play the part I was forced to.


"I promise you with all that I hold sacred," I said, "That this boy will be
as healthy the day you come for him as he is now."


"You will come for me Pahpee?" The boy asked sobbing.


"Of course I will," Butress said, kneeling in front of his son, kissing him
on the forehead. "I have told you what must come to pass boy. We must never
speak of this again."


"But Pahpee," the boy said.


"Promise me," the man said, holding the boy's face in his hands.


"I promise," the boy said, tears streaming from his eyes.


"Then you must go with this man," Butress said, stroking his son's cheek
with his thumb. "And know this, everything that happens to you, is so that
we might be together without fear."


"I don't want to leave you Pahpee," the boy said sobbing.


"Nor do I want to leave you my son," he said embracing the boy. "But I love
you more than life itself and that is why you must leave."


"Pahpee," the boy said, as his father pushed him to me.


"Come Kolt," I said, taking hold of the boy once more. "You will see your
father again, hopefully soon, but you must be a good boy. You are a slave
now, regardless of the purpose and I must treat you as one or this will all
be for naught."


"Please allow him his modesty," Butress said.


"I will allow him as much as I can," I said. "But we both know what must be
done."


Butress nodded, as he watched his son leave.


"Urel will teach him what he must know," I said, looking at the boy. "He
will be a much kinder taskmaster than I."


"It is strange to say this, but thank you Antosh," he said, even as his
child sobbed in my grip.


"I am sorry," I said. "You cannot know how sorry I am."


"I know," he said. "I can see it better than you think. Now go, before this
falls into shambles."


I left pulling the screaming boy by the arm. People along the streets
watched the scene. The boy did not cease to struggle for his freedom, even
after I reached the inn.


"You cannot carry on like this," I said to the boy. "There are others
staying here and it would be rude of you to disturb them, even if you are
distressed."


"You can't tell me what to do," he said, defiantly, staring up at me, anger
in his eyes.


I knew at that moment what must be done, or perhaps what my heart wanted to
do. I grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him inside the inn.


"I apologize for the noise," I said to the few men and women inside. "I've
just purchased the boy and he isn't quite ready to give up his freedom."


"Be gentle with the lad," a woman said.


I turned to find that it was Mara speaking to me, a young Suthian lass,
about my age that I had spent time talking to since I had arrived.


"I am trying my dear," I said. "But the lad seems to wish to test my
patience."


"I pray that one day you are not put in this position," Mara said. "For I'm
sure you would struggle as well."


"A man does not submit to slavery by love," a man said. "But by the leash."


"Shut up Cush," Mara said.


"He is right Mara," I said, still holding the sobbing boy by the
hair. "Will you stop struggling and be a good boy?"


"No," the boy said, even as I held him firmly by his hair.


"This must hurt boy," I said. "Do you wish me to hurt you?"


"You will hurt me anyways," the boy said. "Like you've done to the other
boys. I know who you are."


"That is enough," I said, lifting the boy by his hair 'til he stood on his
toes, "You will never speak to me like that again. You are my slave, boy,
the sooner you understand that, the sooner you will find peace."


The boy sobbed and wailed as I held him there, his hand pawing at my arm,
trying to gain purchase and freedom.


"Please Antosh," the boy wailed.


"Master," I said. "Antosh is what free boys call me."


"Please Master," the boy said. "Please let me go, I'll be good."


I lowered the boy back to the ground. He stood there sobbing rubbing the
top of his head with his free hand, as I held him by the arm.


"I never thought you to be such a man Antosh," Mara said. "Or should I call
you master too?"


"Are you my slave?" I asked, as she looked at me in such a way I had not
seen before.


"May the gods have mercy on you," she said.


"You do not understand what you speak of Mara," I said. "Or you would know
better than to question my motives in this."


"I know as much as I need to," she said, spitting on the ground in front of
me.


"Come now lass," a man said. "No need for that, would you rather have him
sold to the Kuthians?"


She stared at me, then the boy, and without saying another word left.


"Don't take it too heart lad," the innkeeper said. "Some people don't
understand the ways of the world."


"I know," I said, still holding on to the sobbing child, looking down at
him still rubbing his head.


"Look at me Kolt," I said, the boy hesitated then stared up at me. "You
must do what I say, for your own good. I am going to be as kind to you as I
can, but if you misbehave you will be punished, just as your father
punished you."


"If you're lucky," a man said, as he walked by, a look of contempt on his
face.


"I ask that you keep your words to yourself," I said, "rather than rile the
child anymore than he is already."


"Fine," he said. "Will you be buying any more children or is he going to be
enough for you tonight."


"I asked you kindly," I said. "You are speaking of things you have no
understanding of."


"I understand," the man said. "I'll be speaking to the elders tomorrow. If
you're lucky you'll be able to stay until tomorrow afternoon before they
force you to leave."


"Do what you must," I said, turning from the man as I led the boy towards
my room.


"Try not to tear the boy to pieces," the man called out after me.


I said nothing. I had learned that oftentimes it is for the best.


Chapter 2


Urel was sitting at a desk as I entered. He looked up and saw the boy and
then me, and I could see the immense weight this was for him to bear. He
was the same age as this boy when he was sold by his father. I wondered now
if I had judged his father too harshly.


"Hello Kolt," Urel said, walking over to us as he saw the tears in Kolt's
eyes. "You mustn't carry on."


"I must take the contract to the elders tomorrow," I said, intentionally
avoiding any more conversation about the ethics of my actions, "The
purchase has been finalized."


"Of course, sir," Urel said. "You do not have to explain this to me."


"I know," I said.


"Will he be staying with you tonight?" Urel asked.


"I think he should be under your care," I said.


"Of course sir," Urel said. "I will teach him everything he must know."


"Please don't call me sir," I said.


"If I call you sir," Urel said. "It is not out of contempt, but to make it
easier for the boy."


In that moment I realized that Urel was perhaps the best person to choose
for this task. Yes he was still a lad of barely thirteen, but he was also
kind and caring, and most of all sympathetic. I had never known the yoke of
slavery, even if, as most have, I had been held under the yoke of
servitude.


"When shall you be with him?" Urel asked, causing the boy to look at me,
fully aware of what were were speaking of.


"No need to hide your meaning," I said. "Apparently the boy has already
heard of what is expected of him."


"Please sir," the boy said. "I don't want your thing up my bottom."


"Well," Urel said. "The first thing we'll work on is calling them by their
proper terms. The second is to make you fully aware of your purpose now. Do
you know what your purpose is Kolt?"


The boy looked at Urel and shook his head.


"Your purpose is to please your master," Urel said.


"But Urel...," the boy started to say, only to have Urel slap him across
the face.


"Master," Urel said, as the boy sobbed, holding his cheek. "You will call
every free man Master and every free woman Mistress. "


"Was that necessary?" I asked, beginning to doubt his methods.


"Sir," Urel said, staring up at me with all the seriousness his thirteen
year old frame could muster, "If you wish me to train your slave, then
please do not question my methods. I ask that you trust that I know what I
am doing. He will not be the first boy I've taught in this way."


I stared at him for a second, wondering if I should nip the impertinence in
the bud, then realizing it was probably for the best.


"Fine," I said, after a moment, "But I trust you will leave certain lessons
to me."


"Of course, sir," Urel said, as he looked at Kolt. "Slave, go fetch a bowl
of water so that we might clean your face and feet. You cannot be expected
to sleep with your Master in that condition."


"But...," the boy started, only to see Urel raise his hand again, "Master
Urel, must I sleep with Master tonight?"


"You are a slave now," Urel said. "You must sleep where and when you are
told to. Now go fetch the water or I shall have you fetch a strap instead."


The boy blanched and headed towards the door, opened it, and left.


"How can you be sure he'll not run away," I said.


"I can't," Urel said. "But even if he does, he'll just return to his
father's house."


I don't know why, but for a second the thought of throwing Urel on the bed
and ravaging him came to mind, something I had not thought of for some
time.


"Have you really trained two other slaves?" I asked.


"I was my master's...," Urel started to say, then stopped in order to
correct himself, "the blacksmith's oldest slave. I was expected to teach
each new one his duties."


"That must have been hard for you," I said, suddenly feeling very cruel.


"No harder than it will be for him," Urel said, "But Butress has told me
what must be done. He was afraid you would say no. He thought I might have
some sway over you."


"He did, did he?" I asked, smiling.


"Yes," Urel said, with a frown, "But I know I lost that sway when my seed
thickened."


"I wouldn't say that entirely," I said, smiling at him, as I ran my hand
down his side.


He looked at me with longing, "Please don't tease me master."


"You shouldn't call me that," I said smiling, remembering a time before.


"But I must," He said, reaching down with his young hands to stroke my
stiffening penis through my trousers. "Your body has made me it's slave."


"What about the boy?" I said as I pulled him close.


"If he returns he'll learn more of what he is expected to do," Urel said,
still stroking my penis with one hand and loosening my trousers with his
other.


"I'm here master," Kolt said in a frightened voice, letting us no he had
returned, and perhaps hoping we'd send him away.


Urel pushed away from me and smiled as he licked his lips to tease me.


"Put it down on the table and sit," Urel said, following behind the
boy. "That was a good job Kolt, you remembered to say master and you got
the water faster that I'd guessed you capable of."


"Father has me get water," the boy started, then his eyes started to sadden
again.


"Now, now," Urel said, putting his hand on top of the boy's head, guiding
him to a chair. "Have a seat. We'll go see your father tomorrow before he
leaves."


"We will?" He asked.


"Of course," Urel said. "Did you think we'd keep you from your own flesh
and blood."


The boy shrugged, and said, "I don't want to leave him."


"I know," Urel said. "Do you want to know a secret?"


"What... master," he said remembering what he was supposed to say.


"When I was your age my father sold me as a slave," Urel said.


"Really?" Kolt said.


"Yes," Urel said. "And I was very frightened too and I missed my father so
much I thought I'd die from loneliness."


The boy looked down at the ground his shoulders slumped, his mind stricken
with sadness.


"But do you want to know something else?" Urel said.


The boy looked at him and after a moment nodded.


"I wasn't sold to Master Teshna," Urel said. "I was sold to another master,
a fat man who was mean and cruel."


"Really?" Kolt said, surprised. "How did you become free... master?"


"Master Teshna bought my freedom," Urel said, "because he loved me."


"Will Master Teshna free me too?" The boy asked, almost pleading.


"Yes, when the time comes," Urel said. "But your father told you why this
has to be, didn't he?"


The boy nodded then sniffled.


"Then why are you doing this?" Urel asked.


"What master," the boy asked.


"Making your father so sad," Urel asked. "Do you think he wanted to sell
you?"


The boy shrugged again.


"That's not an answer," Urel said. "Do you think he wanted to sell you?"


"No," the boy said, stifling a sob.


"Why did he sell you then?" Urel said.


"So Uncle wouldn't hurt me," the boy said.


"Yes," Urel said. "But that's our secret and now I'm going to tell you
another secret, okay?"


The boy looked at Urel and waited.


"I'm still master Teshna's slave," Urel whispered, acting as if I couldn't
hear him. "But not because he makes me, he doesn't even know. I'm his slave
because I love him."


"He's a boy," Kolt whispered, "You can't love boys."


"You can love anyone you want to," Urel said.


"But you don't call him Master," Kolt said.


"That's because he asked me not to," Urel said. "Because he knows I love
him and wont leave him ever."


I looked at my precious Urel and could not stop the tears from forming in
my eyes. I wiped them before either of the boys could see.


"Sir," Urel said, "Why are you crying?"


"I wasn't crying," I said, sniffling a bit. "It's the dust in this room."


"Of course sir," Urel said, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.


"Kolt," Urel said. "With master's permission I will give you a choice."


"What do you mean a choice?" Kolt asked, a bit doubtful.


"I will explain to you, what you can do," Urel said. "And you can decide
your future, but once you've decided there will be no going back, it'll be
done, okay?"


The boy nodded.


"You can stay with Master Teshna and me," Urel said. "And we will treat you
as a little boy slave and not an animal like my master treated me or you
can become a ward of the City and they will take you to the valley for the
right of service and after that you will be required to sleep with all the
men in the town whenever they ask."


"Can't I go back with my father?" The boy asked.


"Does your father want you to go back?" Urel asked.


"Yes," the boy said.


"Yes, and?" Urel asked.


"He loves me so he wont take me back," the boy said with a sob.


Urel wrapped his arms around the little boy and pulled him close.


"You're a very smart little boy," Urel said. "Do you want to stay with us
or become a ward?"


"All the men?" The boy asked.


"Yes," Urel said. "You would get used to it after awhile."


I was surprised that Urel would encourage him, not understanding as well as
he did, the way the boy's mind worked.


"Even the fat ones?" The boy asked.


"Yes," Urel said, which I knew was a lie. "And when you are bad, they will
punish you, just like master and I will punish you."


"Then I will stay with master," the boy said suddenly, "I don't want to be
with the fat men."


"Are you sure?" Urel asked.


"If I cannot be with my father," the boy said. "I would like to be with
you."


I knew that the boy wasn't talking about me, but rather Urel. I said
nothing though, realizing that Urel had made more progress with the boy in
five minutes than I could've in a lifetime.


"I'm very happy to hear that," Urel said, giving the boy a hug. "Do you
know what that means?"


"That I have to be a slave," Kolt said, "And serve Ant... Master Teshna."


"Yes," Urel said. "And if you don't do what you're supposed to, what will
happen?"


"I'll be punished?" Kolt said.


"Yes," Urel said. "So I ask you again, do you wish to stay with Master and
me?"


"Yes," Kolt said, not even hesitating.


"Then I will teach you what you need to do to be a good slave," Urel said.


"Can't I just pretend to be a slave?" Kolt asked.


Urel laughed, and said, "You can pretend to be anything you want, but you
will still be Master's slave."


"I will be the master's slave then," Kolt said.


"Then you should apologize to him," Urel said, as he washed the boy's face
with a damp cloth.


"I'm sorry master," Kolt said.


"What are you sorry for Kolt," Urel asked.


"For making a fuss and not listening," Kolt said.


"I forgive you Kolt," I said. "But if you wish to stay with us you'll have
to obey. I don't want to tire out my arm beating you."


Kolt blanched and looked Urel.


"You'll be good," Urel said. "You wont have to worry about that, will you?"


Kolt shook his head, watching as Urel washed his feet.


"Then," Urel said as he finished washing the boy's feet. "I will show you
tonight, something that makes Master Teshna very happy, so that you can say
you're sorry properly."


Chapter 3


"What will you show me Master Urel?" the boy asked.


"How to play with Master," Urel said.


"You mean touch his nail," Kolt said, a bit frightened.


"Yes," Urel said. "But his nail is more like a very big spike."


I laughed, as I watched the two boys together.


"Now take off your clothes," Urel said. "You wont be needing them anymore."


"I like my clothes, mother made them for me," the boy said feeling very
sad, remembering for a moment the second parent he had lost.


"Well then," Urel said. "We'll have to make sure we keep them safe and
clean then."


"You wont throw them away?" Kolt asked, frightened.


"No," Urel said. "No matter how bad you are, no matter what you do, you can
always keep your clothes."


"But I can't wear them?" Kolt asked.


"I'm sorry Kolt," Urel said. "But a slave can only wear a loincloth or
wrapping."


"You know," I said, looking at the boy entering another despair. "It does
get quite chilly, I see no reason why he can't wear his clothes so he can
stay warm."


"You are very kind sir," Urel said, then turning to the boy added, "my
master threw my clothes away the same day he bought me."


"Come now," Urel said, pulling the boy's tunic over his head. "Lets get you
undressed."


I sat on the bed, watching as Urel removed the boy's trousers, he seemed to
know I was watching so he did it very slowly, as if to tease me. I nearly
groaned when I saw the small soft circumcised penis come into view. His
body was nearly perfect. He was slim, with pink nipples. His hips were
narrow, and I could not help but admire how smooth his tummy and chest
were, that, combined with his dark shoulder length hair and green eyes,
made him absolutely gorgeous.


"You're a very cute boy," Urel said, then facing the boy towards me
asked. "Sir isn't he a cute boy?"


"I don't know," I said, watching the boy cover his crotch. "I can't see all
of him."


Urel slapped the boy's hand, causing him to yelp and expose his penis and
balls.


"You must never cover yourself when you are naked," Urel said. "That is as
much your Master's as the rest of you and he should be able to see it
whenever he wants."


"I'm sorry," Kolt said.


"No need to be sorry," Urel said. "Just don't do it again or you'll be
punished."


The boy nodded.


"Go over to Master Teshna so he can get a better look," Urel said, pushing
the boy towards me.


The boy walked slowly towards me and then stopped just outside my reach.


"Stand next to Master Teshna," Urel said, walking towards us.


The boy stepped forward 'til he stood right in front of me, I looked at him
and reached up to stroke the boy's hair. He flinched.


"I wont hurt you," I said, feeling how soft his hair was.


The boy stood there, trembling. Urel stood behind him and then reached
around to the boy's penis and began stroking it, causing the boy to gasp.


"When you are in your master's bedchamber," Urel said. "You should always
be stiff, in case Master Teshna wants to play with you."


I could tell that Kolt was clearly uncomfortable, his hands instinctively
moved to his penis. I grabbed them and pulled them away.


"Don't cover it," I said. "I like to look at it."


"I'm sorry Master," Kolt said. "It's just it tickles."


I laughed, and said, "Before the nights over I'm sure it'll tickle a bit
more."


He smiled halfheartedly as Urel's deft touch caused his little penis,
barely two and half knuckles long, to jut out in front of him. Urel looked
at me and nodded down to the boy's penis. I reached out and took it in my
hand, feeling how impossibly soft and stiff it was. As I continued to
stroke the boy, Urel removed his shirt and wrap. For the first time I
noticed that Urel had no hair on his body, except for the hair on his head.


Urel noticed the surprise on my face and said, "Ms. Vonus had some extra
dumar cream and let me have it."


"But why would you do that?" I asked, "you wont be able to grow hair again
'til next winter."


"Because I thought you might want to be with me if I wasn't so hairy," the
boy said, suddenly acting very shy.


"Urel," I said, pulling the naked boy to me, looking at his smooth stomach
and chest, how the first signs of manhood were presenting themselves, the
firm stomach and toned muscles.


"I love you Master," he said, "smiling down at me."


"I have not treated you well Urel," I said. "Not as well as you deserve."


"Yes you have," Urel said, sitting on my lap, looking at the small boy in
front of us. "And I know you will treat Kolt well too."


Kolt looked at us, obviously confused.


"Kolt," Urel said, "Climb up on the bed and sit."


"Why...," he started to say, but then seeing the look in Urel's eyes,
thought better of it.


I stifled a laugh as I saw him launch himself on the mattress.


"Don't jump Kolt," Urel said, then with a sly smile added. "They'll be time
for bouncing later on."


"He knows what you're talking about," I whispered, causing him to frown.


As Urel sat on my lap I looked at him closely and realized he was very much
the boy I had fallen in love with five months ago. I felt immense guilt for
abandoning the boy's affection. How could I treat a boy that was so loyal
to me that he would remove the one thing about his body he took the most
pride in, just so he could be with me.


"You know, I do love you Urel," I said, staring into the boy's serious
face. "If you thought for a moment I didn't that's not true. And I didn't
mean to hurt your feelings."


"I know master," he said, laying his head on my chest.


"You don't have to call me master," I said.


"I want to," Urel said, smiling.


I leaned down and kissed the boy on the forehead.


"Now," Urel said, suddenly standing up. "It's time to make our master
happy."


Kolt sat huddled on the edge of the bed watching us. I'm certain, he felt
he'd taken on more than he bargained for. Urel pushed me so I lay back on
the bed and smiled again, then glanced at Kolt.


"Watch what I do Kolt," Urel said. "You'll have to do this next time."


Kolt nodded and watched as Urel slowly unfastened the cord to my trousers,
then reached inside to stroke my already stiff penis. He giggled, when he
realized how hard I was.


"Is that hard for him or me?" he asked.


"For you my little rose," I said smiling at the boy.


He smiled back as he tugged on my trousers. I lifted my hips up so he could
pull them free of my body. I heard Kolt gasp as he finally saw the thing
that he had heard so much about. Urel took my penis, which was just over
nine and a half knuckles long into his fist and stroked it. I was surprised
he had not started sucking it, but then I saw he was watching Kolt.


"See," Urel said, "When it's hard like this, that means you're making
Master happy."


Kolt just nodded and for a second I stared at him wondered if this was too
much for a boy just taken from his father. Urel seemed to know what I was
thinking.


"Master," Urel asked trying to redirect my attention as he continued to
stroke. "Does this feel good?"


"Yes," I said, smiling at him, "It feels very good."


"See how the tip cries," Urel said, as a drop formed at the tip of my
penis.


Kolt arched his neck forward to see, but couldn't.


"You can come closer to see if you want," Urel said, smiling at the boy.


I felt Kolt slowly crawl along the bed 'til he sat by my side.


"Lay back master," Urel said, pushing against my chest 'til I lay down.


Urel held my cock up in the air, using his thumb to force more fluid out.


"When that fluid comes out," Urel said. "It means it's happy."


"I thought you said it was crying," Kolt said, looking at my cock closely.


"It just looks like it's crying?" Urel said, looking at the young boy.


"Is it pee," The boy asked.


"No," Urel said, grabbing my balls. "It comes from here."


"It's very big," Kolt said, looking at my penis carefully, "That wont fit
inside me."


"Well it's not going to go inside of you until it fits," Urel said. "But
'til then we can do other things to make it happy."


"Like what," Kolt said, obviously nervous.


"Well," Urel said, running his hand up and down my length. "We can stroke
it."


"Does that make it feel good?" Kolt asked.


"Yes," I said, groaning.


Urel gave me nasty look and I realized only my cock was a part of this
conversation.


"Yes," Urel said, "It makes it feel good."


"How does it feel good by rubbing it?" Kolt asked.


"Well it just does," Urel said. "Didn't yours get stiff when I rubbed it?"


"Yes," Kolt said.


That's because it was starting to feel good," Urel said.


"It tickled," Kolt said.


"If I kept doing it," Urel said, as he stroked my cock, producing more
fluid, "It would've felt really good."


"Really?" Kolt asked.


"Yes," Urel said, looking at the boy. "Here touch it."


Kolt looked at my penis, thinking about Urel's request.


"It wont hurt you," Urel said.


"But it's sticky with his stuff," Kolt said.


Urel leaned over and licked a dollop from the end of my penis.


"See," he said, to the younger boy. "It wont hurt you."


"Yuck," Kolt said, as he shivered and giggled.


"What's yucky?" Urel said.


"That's where he pees," Kolt said.


"He's not peeing now," Urel said.


"Doesn't it taste like pee?" Kolt asked.


"No," Urel said.


"What does it taste like?" Kolt asked as he moved closer, his face almost
close enough for me to feel his breath.


"Taste some," Urel asked.


"I don't want to lick it," Kolt said.


"Then put some on your finger," Urel said.


"You do it again," Kolt said, becoming mesmerized by the process.


Urel leaned over and this wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock and
sucked out juice for a few seconds before moving his mouth away.


"Mmm," Urel said, smiling at Kolt.


Kolt looked at him for a second, shocked, and then laughed. "Come on," Urel
said, "Just get your finger wet, then taste it."


Kolt looked at Urel, then sat up again, distancing himself from my cock. I
thought Urel had scared him. Then suddenly Kolt poked his finger at the
slit at the end of cock, almost sticking it inside, then brought it out and
stared at the sticky juice.


"Taste it," Urel said, giggling like a small child.


Kolt smiled a devilish smile and put his finger in front of Urel's mouth.


"You taste it first," he said.


Urel smiled and sucked the finger in his mouth running his tongue over the
end.


Kolt laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed.


"What's so funny," Urel said.


Kolt just giggled and touched the end of my cock again scooping up more of
the sticky juice, then without saying anything he slowly moved his finger
closer to his mouth 'til it was just outside. Kolt made sure Urel was
watching him, then stuck his finger inside his mouth, after being certain
that it didn't taste bad, he grinned, proud of himself.


"See," Urel said. "I told you."


"Did you like that Master?" Kolt asked looking at me.


"That felt very good," I said.


"Do you want me to stroke it," he asked, smiling at me.


I ran my hand up his side and smiled.


"I would love you stroke it," I said.


He giggled and once again slowly reached out, only this time he grabbed
ahold of the large rod right below the head. His small hand couldn't wrap
around it. He sat there moving his hand up and down, looking at me now and
again to see if it was having any effect.


"That feels very good," I said.


"More stuff is coming out," Kolt said, his hand getting sticky from the
juices flowing down over the crown.


"Rub it into his dick," Urel said. "So it makes it slippery."


Kolt looked at him for a second unsure, then as if he had decided that it
wasn't that big a deal, rubbed his palm over the tip, spreading the fluid
around the head, then started to smear it along the shaft, as Urel held the
base.


Urel smiled at me, happy with his progress. I learned later that the Fat
Man had not been so patient. He had grabbed young Urel by the ear and
spanked him 'til he sucked his cock. Then once the fat man was slick with
Urel's spit, he had forced himself into the boy's hole, without any other
preparation. Even though the Fat Man's cock was much smaller than mine, he
was still an adult and it hurt Urel so much he said he thought he was going
to die.


Kolt continued to stroke my rod, looking at me occasionally to see if it
was feeling good. The small hand felt nice, but there was no doubt this was
his first time.


"Here," Urel said, as he put his hand over Kolt's and moved it up over the
tip and then back down to the base.


"Oooh," I said, as I felt a rush of pleasure through my cock, more juice
dribbled from the tip.


Both boys giggled and Kolt looked on as Urel bent over and licked the juice
directly from the slit.


"Mmm," Urel said, as Kolt made a yucky face. "I like the taste."


Urel took his hand off Kolt's and let him stroke my cock by
himself. Following Urel's direction Kolt continued to stroke up to the head
and then back down to the base, laughing when I moaned. "That feels so
good," I said to the boy, smiling at him.


Kolt smiled back and said, "How long do you do it before the cum comes
out?"


Urel looked at him surprised, and asked, "Who told you about that?"


"Celden," Kolt said. "He said Master makes a lot."


"He did?" Urel said. "What else did he tell you?"


"That his cock was bigger than a mule's," Kolt giggled.


"It isn't bigger than a mule's," Urel said laughing.


"It's big," Kolt said, a serious expression crossing his face.


"Well did he tell you anything else?" Urel asked.


I was thinking the next time I saw Celden I might ask him to keep certain
things between just the two of us, I had no way of knowing that the boys
frequently shared details of their encounters with one another in order to
prove who was the most brave and skilled.


"He said he took it all in his bottom," Kolt said, then turning to me
asked, "Did he Master?"


"He took a lot of it," I said.


"I knew he was lying," Kolt said. "No one could put a mule's pee pee up
their bottom."


I laughed, and rubbed the boy's arm, he looked at me and smiled, totally
relaxed as he stopped stroking me with one hand and started with the other,
apparently his arm had gotten sore.


"Do you like that master," Kolt asked as he started to smear more of my
juice on my cock.


"You want to see what the master really likes?" Urel asked.


"Are you going to put it in your mouth?" Kolt asked.


"Did he tell you about that too?" Urel asked.


"He told me about a lot of stuff," Kolt said. "I didn't believe him
though. Do you really put it in your mouth?"


Urel smiled mischievously and then bent over my cock and wrapped his lips
around the head swirling his tongue around the tip.


"By the gods," I cried out, watching the boy work. I had forgotten how
adept he was.


Kolt giggled, and asked, "Does it really feel that good?"


"Yes," I said. "It feels very good."


"Are you going to put it in Urel's bottom," Kolt asked.


"If he doesn't make me cum first, yes," I said, smiling.


"Don't make him cum," Kolt said, "I want to see it in your bottom."


Urel just giggled, never taking my cock out of his mouth, he watched Kolt
as he sucked my cock, to see what effect it was having on him. Then after
spending a few more moments took it out his mouth and pointed it in Kolt's
direction.


"You try," Urel said.


Kolt got a worried look on his face and he looked at me.


"You don't have to if you don't want to," I said, "but it would make me
really happy."


"Me too," Urel said. "I like watching you."


Kolt beamed with pride, obviously happy being the center of
attention. Without any further complaint he leaned over and sucked the end
of my cock in his mouth.


"Oh Kolt," I said, causing him to jump.


"Don't stop," Urel said, "You're making him feel good."


Kolt kept sucking my cock, trying to put more in his small mouth. He was
only able to get a few knuckles worth in before it touched the back of his
throat, but I noticed he didn't gag. I moaned as he seemed to instinctively
know where to lick me, bringing out a well of pleasure I didn't expect.


"You're doing real good," Urel said. "He'll shoot if you keep it up."


Kolt took his mouth off my cock, and said, "But I want to see it in your
butt."


"Oh, by the gods," I moaned.


"Well lets watch him shoot," Urel said, "Then we can get him stiff again
and he can put it in my butt then."


"Like Celden?" Kolt asked.


"Yes," Urel said, "Exactly like Celden."


"I'm putting it in my throat too," Kolt said, looking at me. "Aren't I."


"Yes, Kolt," I said, "You're doing an excellent job."


Kolt smiled again and returned to sucking my cock.


"Kolt," Urel said, "Sometimes the Master likes to guide you while you're
sucking his rod, it makes it feel even better."


Kolt looked at me as I gently put my hand on the back of his head and
softly guided him off my rod then back on. After he realized I wasn't
making him take more than he could handle, he relaxed. I only pushed to far
once and even then the boy didn't gag, he just pulled back off my rod and
give me a sour look.


"I'm sorry," I said.


He just looked at me, never taking it out of his mouth. I moaned as I felt
his tongue run along the length of my cock and I knew I wouldn't last long.


"I'm almost there Kolt," I said. "Unless you want it in your mouth you need
to take it out now."


Kolt pulled his mouth off my cock and held it in the air.


"Stroke it," Urel said, "don't stop."


Kolt began to stroke my cock very fast with both of his hands, watching it
closely, waiting for the cum to shoot out.


Urel knew that the way he was pointing my cock, the first shot would
probably hit the boy in the face, and he was right, as I groaned a thick
spurt of cum shot up in the air and splashed across little Kolt's lips and
nose, before he could react another shot hit him just below the eye on his
left cheek. The contrast of the thick white cum on his pale skin made me
groan in ecstacy.


"Oh by the gods," I said, my cock continuing to shoot out gobs of cum in
the air, as the boy pointed it away from his body, continuing to run his
hands up and down the length.


I moaned as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body, as Kolt's
small hands continued to stroke me as the last of the juices ran down the
length of my cock, over the boy's hands, and into the hair at the base of
my rod.


"It hit me in the face," Kolt giggled, his tongue coming out to taste the
juice on his lips.


"You did great," Urel said. "Didn't he master?"


"Oh yes," I said smiling. "Very well indeed. Are you sure that was your
first time?"


Kolt just laughed and nodded.


"That wasn't so bad was it?" Urel asked.


"When is he going to put it up your bottom?" Kolt asked, still holding my
sticky cock.


"As soon as we get it clean," Urel said, leaning over and licking up a
thick glob of my seed.


"Eww," Kolt said, scrunching up his nose.


"It's the same stuff you've been licking," Urel said as he continued to
suck the cum off my cock.


"No it's not," Kolt said.


"Yes it is," Urel said. "Taste it he said, wiping some from the boy's cheek
and putting it in front of his mouth.


The boy opened his mouth and took it inside, then stuck out his tongue.


"I don't like the taste," he said.


"I guess you have to get used to the thick stuff," Urel said, scooping some
up with his fingers offering it to Kolt.


Kolt giggled, looking at me as he sucked my come off of Urel's fingers.


Chapter 4


"Are you really going to put it in his butt?" Kolt asked, as he knelt
beside Urel who was laying on his back, with his knees pulled up to his
chest, watching me push my finger in and out of his bottom.


"Yes," I said. "It's alright, we've done this before."


Kolt reached out and tentatively grabbed my penis.


"It's really hard Urel," Kolt said, as if he were warning the older boy.


"It has to be," Urel said, "Or it wont fit inside me."


"Oh," Kolt said, still not grasping the principles.


"Are you ready Urel?" I asked, turning the two fingers I had in his bottom.


"Yes master," Urel said, with a worried look, "but it's been awhile, so
please go slow."


"I'll try to," I said, as I leaned forward and touched the tip of my cock
to Urel's slightly dilated hole.


It would not be the first time I had been inside of Urel, but it had still
been awhile. Although I had doubted that it would be that hard for him to
accept me after all the experiences we had together, Urel was again
correct. I had to apply a great deal of pressure, and actually hold my cock
steady, before it started to push into the boy. Urel grunted as I slipped
past the ring of his ass, grimacing a bit, something Kolt took notice of.


"It always hurts a bit going in," I said.


"Celden said it hurt a lot," Kolt said.


"Well don't believe everything Celden says," I said. "After all it's not as
big as a mules."


Kolt and Urel laughed at this comment. I held myself steady, allowing Urel
to get used to my size before moving any further.


"Are you ready," I asked.


The boy nodded, holding his breath, something he always did when I was
opening him up.


"Are you going to put all of it in?" Kolt asked, staring intently at where
my cock entered Urel's bottom.


"I'm going to try," I said.


Kolt reached down and ran a finger across the stretched ring of Urel's
hole, causing Urel to moan.


"I didn't mean to hurt you," Kolt said.


"It didn't hurt," Urel said, looking over at the boy. "Nobodies ever done
that before. I was surprised."


"See," I said to Kolt, "It's not that scary."


"It's big," Kolt replied, "I didn't think it was going to go in."


"Well your hole can stretch more than you think," I said.


"Are you going to put a finger in my hole?" Kolt asked.


"Oh Kolt," I said, the image of the young boy naked, bent over, with me
pushing my finger in and out of his tight pink little hole, suddenly
popping into my head.


"That's means yes," Urel said, giggling, then letting out a hiss, as I
pushed in a bit more.


"Too much," I asked.


"I can take it all," he said, trying to be brave for Kolt, I was sure.


"No need," I said, then looking in to his eyes, hoping he got the message I
asked, "I don't have to put it all in for it to feel good do I?"


"No Master," Urel said. "I just want to make you happy."


"Well I'm most happy when you enjoy it too," I said, even though we both
knew it was a lie.


I was actually most happy when the little boys I was having sex with let
out their little yelps and moans. You would say, how cruel that is, but the
fact is I've yet to have a boy that didn't come back looking for more. Even
after I've been with a boy several times, such as Celden, and each time
they beg and cry out because of the pain, they still come back because it
is mixed with something else they want, that pleasure and fullness they
can't get any other way.


Kolt hadn't experienced that yet, but I knew, before the evening was out,
that I would slide at least a finger up his bottom, if not two, and bring
the boy to his first orgasm, hopefully a mind numbing one, that would
ensure that he wanted another.


I was stroking in and out of Urel's tight passage, looking at the boy's
pained expression, realizing he wasn't completely loose yet.


"Do you want me to slow down?" I asked, panting, feeling myself growing
close, even though I had just cum less than ten minutes before.


"No," Urel said, "It feels really good. Kolt, please suck me while master
fucks my bottom."


Kolt looked at me as if waiting for permission.


"Go," I said, in a commanding voice, "Make Urel come."


Kolt didn't argue, he just dipped his head down to the boy's lap and began
to suck on his cock.


I looked down and watched as my cock slid in and out of the hole stretched
taught and then just inches away, little Kolt sucking on Urel's cock, his
attention drawn to the scene playing out inches from his face.


"Oh, Urel," I said. "You are so tight."


"I'm glad master," the boy said, starting to pant. I could tell he was
close to his own orgasm.


I started to fuck Urel harder, stroking slightly upward in order to hit the
boy's special button, this caused Urel to whimper as jolts of pleasure ran
through his body.


"Do you like that?" I asked.


Urel's eyes were wide and his mouth formed a small oh as he grunted with
each thrust of my cock.


"I'm so close master," the boy cried, "Please don't stop."


I wont," I said, thrusting in and out of his bottom, feeling the oil being
squeezed out of the tight passage and dripping on the cloth beneath us.


Suddenly Urel cried out and I realized the boy was coming, I placed my hand
on the back of Kolt's head, forcing him to stay put as Urel's juices
erupted in his mouth. I could see him open his lips around the thin four
inch [10 cm] cock, letting the boy's juices shoot up into his mouth and
then run out. I had to smile, even though I was so close.


I let go as I felt the first blast of pleasure surge up and out of my
cock. I moaned out loud as it splashed inside of Urel, then another.


"Let me see," Kolt said in an excited voice, watching as I pulled out and
fisted my cock, pointing it at Urel's own penis, allowing my juices to
spill out across the little rod, covering his balls and stomach. I groaned
as I continued to shoot my warm seed over his penis and belly. Kolt looked
shocked at the urgency of it all.


"Urel," I said, "That was the best in a long time."


"Clean it up Kolt," Urel said.


"All of it," he asked.


"Yes," Urel said. "You can get a drink afterwards to get rid of the taste."


Kolt obediently kneeled down and began slurping up the juices accumulated
on Urel's hairless body. I could feel my dick twitch at the sight and
wondered if I was going to be able to give it another go, before the night
was over. One thing was for sure, I saw Urel in a different light. Maybe my
tastes were changing, but I knew that his smooth body and childish face
still excited me.


It was at that moment that I realized that the reason I had not found Urel
arousing before, was not so much because of Urel's appearance, as it was my
guilt. I had developed feelings for the boy and couldn't continue to have
him cry out and squirm, without feeling bad afterwards. Now I understood
that he wanted to have sex as much as I did and denying him that pleasure,
had only been a means to rid myself of the guilt the Church had thrown on
me.


Most boys have an insatiable curiosity, Kolt was no different. When he saw
that Urel was able to handle such a large rod with very little discomfort,
he decided he wouldn't mind seeing what a finger felt like, since that was
much smaller.


He knelt in front of Urel, looking over his back as I smeared oil around
his little hole. He giggled when I moved my finger in a circle around his
anus.


"Does that feel good?" I asked.


"It feels funny," Kolt said.


"It'll feel good soon," Urel said.


"I guess it feels good," Kolt said, smiling at Urel.


"I'm going to put it in now," I said, applying pressure to the boy's hole.


"Push out like your releasing yourself," Urel said.


I saw the boy's hole spasm and instinctively pushed inward, the tip of my
finger slipping inside of the boy. Kolt let out a little grunt.


"Does it hurt," I asked.


"It feels weird," Kolt said.


"What do you mean," I asked.


"It feels like I'm going, but backwards," Kolt giggled.


I smiled, always amazed at the observations boys made. I moved my finger
around in a gentle circle just inside of the boy, opening him up before I
pushed in more. The boy shifted and breathed in suddenly, his eyes
fluttering.


"Do you like it," Urel asked, a little smirk on his face, like he already
knew the answer.


"I don't know," the boy said softly.


"Well tell me if it hurts, okay?" I asked.


"Okay," Kolt said. "It doesn't hurt yet."


I rubbed the boy's back softly as I slowly pushed in more of my finger. I
had never been with a virgin, Kolt was my first and to be honest, I wasn't
sure what I was supposed to do. It seems strange to admit that on nearly
every other occasion I was guided by my young partner, if not openly, then
by the sounds they made. Kolt posed a problem, because he was not aware of
the subtleties of sex, so he did not know how much he should endure or not
endure. So as I continued to work my finger inside of him, he was silent
and brave, his face contorted in a half grimace. Every once in awhile, he
would try to look back and see what I was doing, and I would smile and ask
if he was alright. He would nod and go back to resting his head on his
forearms. Finally, after a few minutes, which most likely felt like an
eternity for the young boy, my finger was moving all the way in and out of
the boy. I started to look for the little button inside of the boy that
would allow him to find more pleasure in this moment, and when I found it,
the boy nearly shot straight up, his eyes widened and looked at Urel as if
he wasn't sure he just felt what he felt.


"Did you like that," Urel laughed.


"That was funny," Kolt said. "What is that?"


"That's your button," Urel said. "If I sucked on your nail while he presses
on your button it would feel even better."


"Really?" Kolt asked, the cogs in his mind starting to turn.


"Yes," Urel said, smiling. "It would be so good, we'd have to hold you down
so you didn't flop off the bed."


"Master," Kolt asked. "Can Urel suck me while you press my button?"


"Of course Kolt," I said, pulling my finger out of the boy. "Roll over."


The boy smiled and rolled over, showing me his smooth belly and tiny, stiff
little prick. I smiled as I pushed my finger in once more, finding much
less resistance. As I did I stroked his tiny penis, watching as Urel push
the boy's leg down and off to the side. I was amazed at how flexible the
boy was, perhaps forgetting my own flexibility at that young age.


Urel took the boy's penis in his mouth and started to move it in and out of
his mouth as I pushed my finger inside the boy looking for that spot that
would cause the experience to be that much more special. Suddenly the boy
twitched and let out a small whimper from deep inside of him. I could see
Urel's eyes twinkle, and I wondered why I never did this to him.


"Oh, my," Kolt said, suddenly staring down, his face taking on a half
frown, not sure what was happening.


"Weren't expecting that were you?" I said, laughing.


"No," Kolt said. "Don't stop."


I smiled, thinking to myself there was no way I was going to stop, the
sight of this little boy squirming beneath our touch was already stirring
me to hardness. Kolt was breathing heavily and his stomach moved in and
out, as the small muscles fluttered, trying to cope with the new feelings
rising up from his body.


Chapter 5


As for myself, I had only had those feelings a few times as a child. When I
was barely ten, I had made the unfortunate mistake of informing my parents
how amazing my penis had felt while I pulled on it. The next day, my father
advised me to wash my penis thoroughly, because it would be the last time I
could wash it myself, until I could be trusted alone with it. I did,
bringing the amazing feeling to life once again, immediately after I
finished my father locked my penis up in a chastity cage, something most
boy's would not have to wear until they reached the age of twelve.


It was a simple design, a small ring that slipped behind my balls, upon
which a metal tube was attached. The tube was curved and just large enough
for my penis to slip through. The inside of the end the tube there were
small spikes, this meant that whenever my penis started to become erect,
the sensitive tip would feel incredibly painful, fortunately, because my
body was still young, I escaped the fate of the older boys and the
uncontrollable nature of the stiffness between their legs. Those times when
I did become stiff it would bring tears to my eyes and stifled laughter to
whoever understood the cause of my discomfort.


My nanny, Fanta, was the one who held the key to my cage. She often
apologized for the folly of the device, but assured me it was better than
what I might face from the bishops if they found out about my
indiscretions. Of course my nanny would take it off of me during my bath,
which only occurred on the last day of the week. For awhile it was merely a
nuisance. A year later that all changed.


When I was barely eleven my penis started to thicken and lengthen, it
seemed, for no reason at all. Fanny noticed immediately that when she
removed the cage, my penis would stiffen, guided by its own desires. She
would laugh as I tried to hide the state from her by sinking beneath the
water in the tub. She would force me to stand, telling me the water was
dirty and I was here to get clean. I would stand there, red faced, hands by
my side as she washed me gently with her hands. Causing my stiff nail to
twitch. She would smile and pat me on the bottom.


"Poor 'Tosh," she said. "That looks painful."


Sometimes during my bath, if I had been a good boy, Fanta would make up
some reason to leave. At first I didn't understand why she did this, then
she told me in a firm voice that I was too old to have her wash me down
there and I needed to do it myself.


After enough time had passed she would come back to dry me off and if I was
still erect, she would place her finger in some magical way below my tiny
hairless balls, causing my penis to once again soften. She would smile at
me and stroke my hair and tell me that I was a good boy and that this was
our special secret, Then she once again would push my balls and penis
painfully through the tight ring, slid the tube over the end of my penis,
and attach it to the ring. It always ended with a quick click that locked
the evil contraption in place. Nanny kept the key to it around her neck.


I found out each of my brothers had shared the special secret with
Nanny. She understood that she had control over our sexual urges and that
allowing us to only achieve that pleasure if we had been good, was perhaps
the best discipline one could wield over a young boy. I loved and hated
Fanta for this. It was torturous enough waiting seven days for the chance
to achieve that bliss, but on those occasions when Fanta refused to leave,
I would often sob asking what I had done wrong. She would remove my cage
and slowly wash my cock and balls, running the cloth along the length of my
stiffening rod until my body arched in the air seeking release, then just
when it seemed it was going to happen, she would would grab my balls in the
palm of her hand and squeeze them painfully, causing me to cry out.


"You've been a bad boy 'Tosh," she would say, "You know what that means."


With that, she would continue to squeeze my balls, even as I struggled to
free myself and hold me there 'til my little cock had softened again. She
would look up at me as she placed the chastity cage back on my genitals and
frown. If I missed the chance to release myself for more than a week, it
became nearly unbearable, often it was so bad that I could not pay
attention or became grumpy, when that happened she would give me a sound
thrashing with a strap.


If I continued to have a foul mood she would often come to my room late at
night and walk me to the servant's chamber, the young woman and men who
served in the house, who previously were sitting and chatting, would become
silent as I entered. She would stand me in the middle of the room in my
night shirt and look at me.


'Tosh you have been a bad boy and in no way deserve this," she would
say. "But I understand you are suffering and I will allow you release, but
you must do it here, so they can see what has caused you to behave so
miserably."


Most of the time modesty would prevail and I would refuse. Fanta would
stare at me and force me to bend over, with my night shirt pulled past my
hips, she would thrash me with a strap until I cried, and when she was
done, she would take me back to my room without a word, lay me down on my
bed and rub oil on my sore bottom. I would sit there, sobbing in shame, as
my brothers lay in their beds snickered at my folly.


Those times that I could not stand it anymore, I would just say, "Yes
please, Ms. Fanta. I shall be good."


She would pull my night shirt over my head and stand me naked on a chair,
then remove my chastity cage, allowing my penis, which was often times
already hardening, to come free. I would close my eyes as she pulled my
stuff rod down away from my belly and drizzled oil along it's length. Then
she would sit with the other servants, smiling, as I bashfully ran my
fingers along the lengths of my shaft.


"Use your whole hand boy," the gardner would shout in his course
voice. "You wont feel much that way."


I would blush, but follow their directions as I stroked my little rod,
begging for the bliss to wash over me. They would laugh as I stood there
whimpering, almost crying, my little cock throbbing, a small dash of juice
shooting out and landing on the floor.


"Now I'll have to wash the floor," the maid would shout as if she was
angry.


Fanta would make me continue to rub my little nob 'til it softened,
sometimes it would take forever, and often it would get sore and red, and I
would beg her to let me stop.


"You're the one that wished to be naughty," Fanta would say, "Now keep
tugging 'til you've got control over that little monster."


Before I was done, a small puddle of juice had formed at my feet. The staff
thought it was quite the entertainment. Perhaps the only thing that
lessened my misery was when I saw her grab another brother and take them
away at night. I knew in my heart what was happening.


If they came back quietly and crawled into their bed, pulling the covers
tight to there body, then they had given in to temptation. If they came
back and had oil rubbed on their bottom, then it was something else.


Regardless, the cage finally came off when we reached the age of fourteen,
which was the age of consent. Even though I stayed at home with my parents,
I was considered old enough to make decisions over the use of my body.


But what misery it was, being the youngest, to lay there for four years, as
each of my brothers reached that age and then hearing their beds thumping
with the rhythms of pleasure, even as my small penis was locked inside a
small contraption unable to be released. I was certain my brothers were
torturing me on purpose, churning those desires inside of me. Howling in
laughter when I hissed or groaned, my penis stiffening against the spikes
of the cage.


I think now that those experiences shaped my own desires. I doubted that,
if I had not been tormented by Fanta and my brothers, I would be sitting
there forcing my finger inside of Kolt, taking such joy in the misery his
pleasure seemed to be causing him.


Chapter 6


Kolt shuddered, his eyes squeezed tight, his hips lifting off the ground,
thrusting at Urel's mouth, instinctively knowing what action to take to
draw out the most from that pleasure. He stayed there a small pale statue,
not even seeming to notice that he now had two fingers in his bottom.


When he was done, we let him rest for a moment, and when the little bulb of
his rod was no longer unbearably sensitive, we brought him to that point
again. He had amazing stamina, as most young boys do, Before we laid his
limp body back on the bed, we brought the lad to two more orgasms before he
begged us to stop. I marveled each time as the boy's rod throbbed, trying
to expel seed that was not there.


I stared at him, laying there and without asking pushed his legs back to
his knees. He shuddered realizing what was about to happen. Urel looked at
me with worry in his eyes, sure that I had lost all reason.


"Kolt," I said. "We shall only try, you're quite loose now, and I know you
are every bit as brave as Celden."


"But it will hurt," he said, a look of worry on his face.


"I want this so bad Kolt," I said, "Can we try? I'll put no more than you
can handle inside, even if it's just the end."


"You promise Master?" Kolt asked.


"Of course," I said.


"It will hurt a little Kolt," Urel said. "It does the first time, but it
will make master happy, so we should at least try, especially since he has
made you so happy."


"Only the tip?" the boy asked.


"If that's all you can handle," I said.


Urel moved beside me and grabbed hold of my throbbing rod.


"He's very small," Urel whispered in my ear. "You must go slow."


I stared at the Kolt's dilated hole and said, "If it worries you so, you
guide me inside of him."


Urel looked at me and stroked my rod in his hand, feeling it's stiffness.


"He'll ruin you for me," he said, frowning.


"I doubt that," I said, kissing him on the cheek.


Urel gave me a half hearted smile and grabbed the bowl of oil on the side
of the bed. He poured the oil onto his hands and smeared it around Kolt's
ass, then with his fingers still slick pushed them inside. He did this
several times. Kolt whimpered, not out of pain but fear.


When he was satisfied he could not prepare the boy anymore he gripped my
penis in his hand and poured a great deal of oil over the length of my rod,
so much that it dripped off the bottom, forming a pool on the bedding.


"Kolt," Urel said. "When I say, you must push out once more, like you did
for master's fingers, do you understand?"


Kolt closed his eyes, "Must we?"


"Yes," I said in a determined voice. "If it is too much for you, we will
stop."


I placed the tip of my cock at the boy's entrance, still slightly open from
his moment of pleasure, and pushed. He let out a loud whimper and his whole
body tensed.


"Push now Kolt," Urel said.


The boy did as he was told, even though I doubted he would, and my cock
took hold as the tight hole slowly stretched. The boy cried out, his face
contorted in pain as the head slowly slipped in. There was no doubt the boy
had not been with a man, his hole clenched around my girth like a fist,
denying me any further passage.


"That's all for now," I said.


"Oh it hurts Urel," the boy said looking at Urel, his eyes pleading, even
though he wold not beg. Urel did not say anything about the fact that he
did not say master, understanding more than I what the boy was suffering.


"It does the first time," Urel said, reaching down to brush a tear from his
face. "But this must be done, either today or tomorrow. You would've had to
suffer Master's pleasure before long."


"Is it in enough master?" Kolt asked, whimpering, his small hole still
twitching around my penis.


"Just a bit more," I said. "But you are already bearing this better than
Celden and he had already had others inside."


The boy gave me wry smile and squirmed, trying in vain to release the
pressure. When he settled down and I could see his breathing returning to
normal, I pushed as gently as I could inside and another knuckle found its
way, the boy arched his back, his mouth open, a plaintive wail escaping
from the depths of his throat.


"No more master, please," Urel said, taking hold of my rod with his hand.


"I'm sorry," I said, not realizing I would push so much inside of the boy.


"Oh please," Kolt begged, looking down to try and see where we were
connected, not believing that he had as little as he did inside, certain
that I had thrust most of the length in his bottom.


"That's enough for now Kolt," I said. "You are such a brave boy."


"Please don't put more in," Kolt said.


I was happy, despite Kolt's protests, for instead of begging me to remove
myself from his bottom, he merely asked that I remain still. At that time,
with my naivete, I believed that he was offering himself to me.


I waited, groaning as the the muscles inside the boy tried in vain to push
me out. I looked down, seeing the glistening sweat forming on his chest and
stomach. His small little rod was standing stiff, twitching with a mind of
its own. I reached down and spread oil over it and then as gently as I
could, began to stroke it, hoping that the pleasure would allow the boy to
forgive me this intrusion.


He shifted ever so slightly, and the pain that crossed his face slowly
passed and was instead becoming a mask of concentration, as he felt the
thick manhood inside of him press firmly against the button that was the
root of his pleasure earlier.


"Just a little more master," his small voice pleaded. I looked at Urel to
be sure that it had not been part of some fantasy in my mind.


He nodded and let go of my prick, then reached down to take my hand's place
at the boy's stiff nail. I grabbed the boy's leg, pushing it towards his
chest, causing his bottom to lift up. Then with as much patience as I could
muster, I pushed into the boy's passage, feeling it open up and stretch. I
had entered him nearly five knuckles before he wailed and pushed against my
chest with his hands.


"I'm sorry," I said, "Shall I take it out?"


"Hold still master," Kolt said, then remembering his new station in life
added, "Please."


"I shall," I said, pulling out a bit, hoping the pain would lessen. I could
not see hurting the boy more than this, he had already taken more than was
needed to provide me with pleasure.


"Thank you master," Kolt said.


"I shall start soon," I said. "And I doubt I shall last long in your little
bottom, it is so delicious I might eat it after we're done."


He looked up at me and giggled, "You're silly master."


I smiled down at the lad, pulling my rod out of him ever so slowly, 'til
only the head remained, then just as slowly pushing back in 'til he caught
his breath again. I knew it was too much to ask to go any deeper. The boy
was inexperienced and what I had inside of him would have to suffice.


I continued to pull out and in, 'til I felt the familiar burning that comes
when the oil has left. I pulled out of him and groaned, I lifted his bottom
'til it was held up in the air and poured oil directly into his gaping
hole. He had so much inside it began to run down to his balls in a thin
line. Then just as quickly, I lowered him down and entered him once more,
pushing through his weakened hole, forcing the oil to rush out of his
taught hole as my cock took it's place inside of him.


"Oh by the gods," the boy cried in his high pitched voice, then began to
groan.


I was not sure whether he was in pain or pleasure, and to be truthful, it
was not of the greatest concern, for at that moment his cry caused the
passion within my loins to churn and course. I felt the tell tale signs of
my imminent pleasure. I thrust quickly in and out of the boy, trying in
vain to force myself to give up my own desires for Kolt's.


He whimpered, caught in the throws of his own passion, even as mine rose to
bursting. He hissed as my penis almost painfully pushed across the tiny
button in his bottom, sending small jolts of pleasure through his body.


I groaned as I felt the muscles in his bottom quiver and grasp even tighter
for just a moment as his own dry pleasure coursed through his body. He held
his breath, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust his hips up, trying to
gather all the joy he could from this moment.


My cock jumped inside of him, the thick rod swelled and my seed rushed out
and filled the slick confines of his bottom, pouring out in bursts of warm
sticky liquid, causing the boy to squeal, even as his own orgasm rocked his
tiny body. His arms lay out to his side, gripping the sheets tightly as his
toes curled and then pressed out again.


He did not seem to care that I pushed in deeper, for even I was not aware,
we both cared only for that moment that rushed through our bodies, joining
us together, not merely by cock to ass, but pleasure for pleasure... and
then it passed. I looked down at him, catching my breath, waiting to see
what he would say or do.


He opened his eyes and looked at me smiling, then said in a weak voice,
"Take it out please Master."


And I did.


Chapter 7


I sat at the table watching Kolt talk to his father, his father looked at
me, a shadow of understanding crossing his face. He took hold of his son
and pulled him close and then kissed on the forehead. He pushed him towards
Urel and said something else to the boy, before he climbed on his horse and
rode over to me.


"He told me," the man said in a calm voice. "There's no anger in my heart,
I see he is as well as can be expected."


"I'm sorry," I said, "He's such a beautiful boy."


"You are who you are," Butress said. "I knew you would do this, and we know
it had to be done. My only wish is that you had waited 'til I left, but
perhaps it is better, for now I know that at least by law his life is
worthless to my brother."


"I would've waited," I said, "But it seemed to be the best time for the
boy."


"Is there ever a good time?" Butress mused. "But that is for the
philosophers and bishops to decide, not us. We are merely men."


"Where will you go?" I asked.


"As I told you before," he said. "I go to meet my brother. I will give him
all that I have. I will let him know that I intend to leave for Vinter and
start a new life."


"Then I will meet you there," I said.


"No, you will return home Antosh," he said.


"I know quite well what is waiting for me at home," I said, as I stood and
walked towards him. "The Bishops of the Lord and Lady do not look kindly to
those who leave the path. I think we both know I am not on that path. I do
not wish to suffer the lash or dungeon because I have not followed the
masses. You have given me reason to find a new home. Vinter is fine enough
as any land, from what I'm told."


"Think wisely," Butress said, "You could repent and all would be well."


"I cannot deny who I am," Antosh said. "I have no control over whom I
desire and truth be told, I would never have followed this path if I had
stayed home. But I cannot tell what the gods have in store for me, if there
are even gods still watching."


"My dear boy," Butress said, "You should not speak too hastily."


"I made my decision before I ever reached Suth," I said. "Urel would never
be able to live there. You can look at him and see that. I may not be much
older than he, but I am responsible for him and care for him and I will not
take him to a place which is every bit as bad to survive within, as the
slavery he has escaped."


"Do not speak so harshly of Liithlell," Butress said. "Is not one man's
hell another man's paradise?"


"We shall not delude ourselves Butress," I said. "I wore a chastity cage
for four years, because my rod was filthy and not to be touched. I will not
have anyone taught that, especially not Urel. The Church can burn to the
ground for all I care."


"I understand," Butress said. "I know it must have been hard, but remember
the pain you suffered is nothing compared to the suffering Urel has endured
in his short life."


"And that is why I will make sure that he will suffer no more," I said. "I
have five crowns and five ounces of gold left. That is enough to set up
shop in a city and start a business. I shall teach the boys what I can and
when they are ready to strike out on their own, they will have the skills
to live a healthy life, a life of their choosing."


"The boys is it?" Butress smiled. "Do not get to attached to that young
one, if I have my way he'll be mine again before the winter snow sets."


"And if I have mine it shall be so as well," I said.


"Father must you really go?" Kolt said, stepping out from where he had
apparently been hiding.


"Yes," Butress said. "But do not worry, I know your uncle well. He will
spill blood for money, but not for pleasure. If I give him what he wishes,
I believe in my heart he will let us be."


"Then why can't I go along with you," Kolt said.


"My little lizard," Butress said. "If any harm came to you, I could not
live another day. You are the only treasure I possess in this world and you
can be certain I will do everything I can to come back for you."


"But father," Kolt said on the verge of tears.


"Must we do this again," Butress said. "Has not enough sadness crossed our
hearts. Please my son, let us leave each other with joy and not tears. Then
when I've come back and gotten you, you can shed as many tears as you
wish."


"I''m sorry father," Kolt said.


"Go help Urel," Butress said, "And before I leave we will speak once
more. Then if the gods will it, we shall meet again before winter."


"That's a long time father," Kolt said.


"A day is an eternity to you little one," Butress said. "Now run along. I
will be over shortly."


Kolt looked up as if to say something else, then reluctantly turned and
walked to where Urel sat sorting seeds.


"He is a good boy," Butress said. "But in order for his life to be spared
he must be your slave, not your boy. Do not allow him any more leeway than
you would any other unruly child. You must be firm with him or you shall be
his slave."


"I understand," I said.


"And Antosh," Butress said. "Thank you for allowing him his clothes."


"It was the least I could do," I said.


After that Butress spent his final moments in Suth speaking to his young
son, kissing him repeatedly on the forehead, then holding him close. Urel
held Kolt back as his father rode off, only letting him go when he was too
far away to catch. Kolt still ran after him for as far as he could, then
fell to his knees and cried.


I could not bare to look at the poor child, my heart feeling so full with
emotion, that I was sure I would weep also.


The elders did not have to ask us to leave. After they witnessed the
contract of slavery, they agreed to mark Kolt, so that we could be on our
way.


The mark, although painful, was quite small, barely a half inch in
diameter, it is placed on the left calf. It is said to be of magical
origins and can only be removed once one has been released from
servitude. I was not sure if I believed that, but of course no one can
witness it being placed on a slave, except for the magi who places it.


I told Urel of my plans, that we would head to Vinter, in order to reach
the plains by winter. He was not happy. He wanted so much to return to
Lithlell, but he would not leave me. I knew in my heart that was the truth.


Chapter 8


I had left a message for Corvin at the lodge informing him of Butress'
plight and need for his services. I advised him that I would be fine. I had
the sword and bow he had given me and I had been practicing daily with the
Suthian guards. Finally I told him that if he should ever head to Vinter,
that I would always have a spot at my table for him.


With that I took my horses, loaded up the two mules, and left. Kolt sat in
a basket, the counterweight to our food. He was a good boy, if a bit
morose. Urel told me in no uncertain terms that his brief respite should
end when we leave town or it would be much worse for him in the long run,
so after the town had left our sight, Urel spoke to the lad.


"Kolt look at me," Urel said.


"Yes," Kolt asked, his mind someplace else.


"I shall give you one more chance to address me properly," Urel said. "Then
I will have to punish you."


"Yes, master," the boy said, the sound of worry in his face.


"We have left the City for good," Urel said. "There is agreat distance to
go before we reach Vinter, and on this journey you are expected to be a
good boy and a good slave, do you understand?"


"Yes, Master," Kolt said, "But master, you said you were Master's slave as
well, why must I call you master?"


"Because my heart is a slave to Master Antosh," Urel said, shifting his own
small frame in the saddle. "Master has released me from my physical
bondage, so I am free. If I call him Master Antosh, it is because an
apprentice must."


I smiled, for I knew that for some strange reason, Urel wanted to be my
slave. I, however, wanted more than that for him. I wanted to see him
become a great merchant that would one day control caravans and warehouses
across Aertha. I had not grown that attached to Kolt yet, although in time
I would.


"Kolt do not argue with Urel," I said.


"I did not mean to argue master," Kolt said, then he lout out a loud squeal
as Urel brought his crop down lightly across the boy's shoulder.


"You will say, yes master, or no master, when the master speaks," Urel
said. "You will not question his wishes or defend your actions."


"Yes master," Kolt said, rubbing the spot where he had been hit.


"And keep your hands to your sides while you are punished," Urel said,
"Never rub where you've been hit. If I was to hit you a second time, you
would've hurt your hand."


"I'm sorry master," Kolt said.


Urel sighed, "It's yes master."


"Yes, master," Kolt said, looking sad.


Urel looked at the boy and rolled his eyes, "say it Kolt."


"Yes master," Kolt said.


"No," Urel said. "You have something on your mind. If you really must
speak, you can ask for permission."


"May I speak Master," Kolt said.


"Yes, Kolt," Urel said.


"I like talking to you master," Kolt said. "do you not want to talk to me?"


"Kolt," Urel said. "You are the worst boy to be thrust into slavery. I like
to talk to you to Kolt, but a slave only converses with his master when he
is given permission. You will still be able to talk to us."


"That's good master," Kolt said, then realizing what he was supposed to say
added, "Yes, Master."


"You'll learn Kolt," Urel said. "Be happy it is not master who is punishing
you, he can hit much harder than me."


I could tell that Kolt wasn't too relieved, apparently Urel hit more than
hard enough for him.


Urel, who always seemed to chat when he was traveling, continued to
instruct the child as to what was expected of him as a slave.


Chapter 9


As we followed the pass through the mountains to the verdant plains of
Zethen, we came upon a slave caravan. The majority of the slaves were boys
and girls, few old enough to have any hair other than on their heads. They
did not look so sad as I thought they would. Seeing Urel, Kolt, and I, the
slavemaster, a short chubby man, sweating profusely. jumped from his wagon
to block our path, in quick order two other men followed suit.


If I can offer a traveler any word of advice, it is to avoid contact with
such a caravan at any cost, lest you become one of the slaves chained to
it.


As I drew near the slavemaster and his men, I pulled my bow from it's case
and cocked an arrow. I did not aim it at them, but they understood my
meaning.


"Ho there," I said. "Please move aside so that we may pass."


"My dear young master," the slave master said, putting his hands out in
peace. "I meant only to ask if you would care to join me for a smoke. My
men and I have been traveling alone, headed to Vinter. We could use the
company."


"Truly a most generous offer," I said, "but I am must decline, we are
intent on reaching Hont by dusk."


"Hont?" The slavemaster said. "Well you will have to pick up your pace. At
least let us offer you a drink before you go."


"We have drink," I said, knowing full well that their drink would most
likely carry a heavy dose of lotus with it.


"You would turn down my offer of charity," he asked. I could hear the
canter of a horse behind me and I drew my bow and aimed at him.


"Only once," I said. "And if you offer it again, I will not be so rude as
to not present you with a gift in return."


"You shall not make many friends with that posture my dear boy," he said
motioning for the man behind me to stop.


"You should move to the other side of your slaves," I said. "For my horse
is quite skittish and I fear I might lose my boyish grip."


"The road to Hont is dangerous boy," the slavemaster said as he stepped off
to the side of the road.


I motioned for Urel to pull the horses and mules to my left, as we passed
the caravan.


"Come now," he said. "You have heard too many stories. We are good men."


"I'm sure you are," I said. "And I would never be so rude as to deem you
otherwise, but I must warn you, a good man to a good man, that if I see
your shadow again today, I will have to put an arrow through your heart."


"Threatening someone's life is a crime in these lands," the slave master
warned me.


"Then do not consider it a threat," I said. "Consider it my word."


As we passed by them I turned and sat on the side of my saddle so I could
still maintain a bead on the sweaty man. He looked startled, not expecting
such a maneuver.


"I will tell you this," I said, looking back at them. "If you wish the rest
of your days to be this pleasant, do not approach me again."


I motioned for Urel to trot ahead and once we had reached a safe distance,
I swung back around and set the horses on a good trot. I thought myself
lucky it had only been four men and not twenty. I doubted they would have
given up as easily. After we passed from sight. I patted my horse.


We made Hont well before dusk. The city was surrounded by a stone palisade
and guards walked on the perimeter of its walls. As I neared the gate the
guards motioned for me to stop. I did as asked and this time it was I who
held my hands out in peace.


"Ho there," A stout guard said in a burly voice. "State your wishes."


"I wish only lodging for myself and shelter for my horses," I said.


"And from what direction have you come?" The guard asked.


I pointed behind me and said, "that direction."


"Don't be smart lad," another guard shouted. "Tell us where you have
traveled from."


"Lithlellan," I said. "I am on my way to Vinter."


"Lithlellan?" The guard asked, not quite believing us.


"Yes," I said. "I mean no harm to you or your town, I am just weary and
require rest."


"Of course," he said. "The gate will open in a moment. You will have to tie
your weapons while within the walls."


"Thank you kindly," I said.


Once we entered the gate, a guard came out with sturdy ribbon and set about
tieing them around the hilt of my sword and then my bow, to prevent their
hasty use. It did not mean I could not remove the ribbon, but it would take
time, and often it was that added time that reduced tempers enough that
harm was avoided.


"You are either a brave lad or quite the dim wit," the guard said as he
tied the ribbon securely. "That road is the slaver's trail."


"I was not aware of that," I said. "I was told it was the fastest way to
Vinter."


"I would not suggest traveling the western road," the guard said. "If I
were you, I'd head north to Sentar and then west. That's the merchant road
and much safer."


"But aren't there slavers on that road as well?" I asked.


"Not very many," The gaurd said as he finished tieing my sword, then
swatted my ass. "And a cute boy like you would be much safer."


I blushed, despite myself, eliciting a giggle from Urel.


"Besides," the guard said. "Your young wards will be able to see a few of
the broken towers of ancient Atlantl. I wager not many of their friends
will be able to claim the same."


"Thank you sir," I said, nodding. "I am in your debt."


"Well there are ways for you to pay me dear boy," he said with a smirk.


"I assure you if I was of that bent you would most certainly have my
gratitude," I smiled.


"Ah," the guard said, feigning sadness. "You have broken my heart dear
boy."


"Thank you again." I said. "Also I must confess, a slaver will be arriving
soon. He tried to stop me on the road and I'm afraid I might have treated
him a bit rude."


"Do not worry your pretty head," the guard said with a smile, "Slavers do
not enter the city nor gain our ear."


"I feared for my safety to be honest," I said. "He had tried to stop us and
I wasn't sure of his intent."


"I would say you were most certain," the guard said. "No worries lad, be on
your way. I have my ways of dealing with slavers. You wont need to trouble
yourself with this matter any further."


"Thank you sir," I said. "'Tis most reassuring."


"Oh there would be ways for you to thank me," he said. "But sadly I fear
they will only be in my dreams tonight."


I left the guard, who continued to watch me as I rode away. Although a bit
uncomfortable with his blatant advances, at the same time I was quite proud
that one would desire me in that way.


"Sir," Urel said. "I do believe he fancied you. Does that mean we wont be
sharing a room tonight."


"Ah Urel," I said. "Ever the wit."


Kolt started to giggled then squealed when Urel swatted him with his crop.


The town of Hont was larger than the City in Suth. It too was made mainly
of stone, but they did have doors and a stable made of wood. I could tell
Urel was uncomfortable as we neared the stable, memories of his previous
life surfacing.


"Urel," I said. "I can handle the horses, why don't you take Kolt to the
inn and I will meet you there?"


"There's no need master," he said. "I think this is one area I might be of
most service to you."


"Really," I said. "I can think of other areas."


"Well one of the areas," he said as he smiled.


Urel ensured that the lad at the stable was taking good care of our mounts,
as I walked to the Inn, Kolt walking behind me to the right, trying to stay
three paces distance, but not being very successful.


The inn was a large three story building made of stone. It looked quite
quaint and comfortable. The roof was made of thatch and it had a wooden
porch with tables and chairs lining the walls.


I opened the door and looked for the innkeeper. I saw a thin man with an
apron around his waste talking to a young man in robes sitting in the
corner. The man seemed just a few years older than myself. His robes were
dyed purple and were covered in elaborate circular patterns made of what
appeared to be gold silk.


When the innkeeper finally saw me he nodded in my direction and motioned me
to a table. I went and sat down and Kolt, knowing no better, sat beside
me. I grabbed him by the arm and stood him up and swatted him quite hard on
the bottom, eliciting a squeal from the boy.


"You must stand 'til I say you can sit," I said.


"I'm sorry master," he said. "I mean, yes, master."


"You are forgiven," I said.


The innkeeper walked over to my table smiling, he bowed his head and laid
his hands out flat, as was the custom in the west. I laid my hands on top
of his and bowed my head as well.


"Good evening sir," he said. "And how might I serve you?"


"I need a room and food," I said.


"Then you are in luck," he said, smiling, "for I have a room and food to
serve you."


"That is good to hear," I said. "Might I have a bowl of water and something
clean to wash with as well? The road was quite dusty."


"I'm sure," He said. "I will ensure that my boy brings those things to your
room right away, but first, let me bring you some bread and cheese."


"That would be most kind," I said.


The innkeeper stared at me for a second, waiting.


"Of course," I said. "How much do I owe you."


"Three coins sir," the man said.


"Fine," I said handing him the coins.


"My wife made a stew that I'm sure you will enjoy," he said.


"I'm most certain I will," I said, smiling.


"My sons are playing in the back," the man said, looking at Kolt. "I'm
certain they would enjoy the extra company."


"No," I said, even though I could see that Kolt wanted to very much. "We
must retire soon and I want to ensure that we are rested for tomorrow."


"Yes sir," the man said, then left the table.


Kolt looked quite sad. He watched the man walk away and looked down at his
feet.


"'Tis not cruelty that prevents me from letting you have your fun," I
said. "What I said was true. I do not believe we have seen the last of the
slaver on the road and I have not taken you as my own so that someone else
can grab you. We will sleep soon and wake before dawn, so that we might
leave before they have a chance to lay in wait."


"Yes master," Kolt said in a small voice.


I looked at the young man in the robes once more. He was smoking a pipe and
reading a scroll. I watched him and he saw me, then moved the scroll
between us.


"Strange one," I said, as the innkeeper came back.


"Might I ask where you are heading?" The inkeeper asked. "Vinter," I said.


"Well then," he said. "Perchance you are in luck, the young man over there
is headed that way as well." "And why would that be my luck?" I said.


"Well he is looking for company," the innkeeper said, "and he is headed to
Vinter as well."


"I'm not really looking for company," I said.


"But there is no harm in traveling in numbers master," he said. "He is from
Qinvir Tower."


"I'm not sure I've heard of it," I said.


"'Tis the home of Qinvir the Quick," the innkeeper said.


I still wasn't sure what he was talking about.


"The great magi?" The innkeeper said.


"Are you saying that fellow there is a magi," I said, looking at the young
man, quite certain he was too young to be a man of the arts.


"Oh yes," the innkeeper said. "When an adept reaches a certain age, they're
expected to travel for a year, to experience the world. He is just starting
on his journey."


"And do you know him?" I asked.


"Paval?" He said. "Since he was a boy. Qintir himself chose him as an
apprentice when he was but a boy."


"Well he is no longer a boy," I said, "I'm sure he'll be fine traveling
alone, especially if he's a magi."


"Sir," the innkeeper said. "May we speak more freely?"


"I suppose," I said, thinking we already were.


"He is my nephew and a good boy," the innkeeper said. "But he is arrogant
and more sure of himself than he should be. I think traveling with a young
man such as yourself would be good for him and I assure you, even if he is
not an able magi, he is a good man."


"Thank you for your honesty," I said. "May I think on it for a bit?"


"Certainly," the innkeeper said. "Have your bread and I will be back
shortly with the stew."


"Thank you," I said.


Urel walked in a bit red faced. He sat at the table and would not look at
me.


"What is it Urel," I asked.


"Nothing master," he said.


"Urel," I said. "I've known you long enough to know that face."


Two men walked in, dressed in trousers and tunics, dirty from an obvious
days work, when they saw Urel they blew the boy a kiss and then laughed.


Anger boiled in my heart and I reached for my sword, but the ribbon kept it
in place.


"But a moment boys," I said. "Eat something Urel. I shall be back. I wish
to find out if there are any stores in town."


"Master," Urel said. "'Tis nothing sir, only my hurt pride."


"Well Urel," I said. "I will not allow anyone to hurt even your pride
without a consequence of at least a strong word."


I stood up and removed my sword and placed it on the table and walked
towards the two men. One was an older gentlemen, his dark hair showing
signs of grey, the other not much younger. They appeared to be lost in
their own conversation, then they glanced back at Urel and saw me
approaching them.


"Go sit down lad," the grey haired man said, turning his back to me. "You
shall find nothing but pain here."


"I am not looking for pain," I said. "But it is clear you have insulted my
apprentice and I would kindly ask for reparation."


"Reparation?" The grey haired man's friend said. "My we are with an
educated man today Willem."


"Most certainly," Willem said, not bothering to turn around.


"Well then perhaps he is here to teach us a lesson," Willem's friend said
trying in vain to impersonate me.


"I am here for an apology," I said.


"Then you have come seeking an empty well boy," Willem said, as he stood up
and faced me. "That tart made eyes at us and now he simpers when we
rejected his advances, perhaps we should tan the boy's hide, so that he
knows to keep his intentions to himself."


"My dear Willem," I heard a voice say from behind me. "Have you and Juger
been acting the part of the buffoon again."


I turned to see the young man in the purple robes standing behind me,
staring at the men, a frown on his face. He held a wooden stave capped with
a metal ball on each end.


"These twits think every boy in the village wishes to taste the warts on
their rods," the man said to me.


"Sit down Paval," the innkeeper said. "Willem, Juger, you should leave."


"Nay," Willem said. "We just arrived. And it appears Paval and this
concerned lad require satisfaction."


"Truly," Juger said. "And it would be rude if we did not give them their
satisfaction."


The innkeeper reached for his broom and approached the men.


"What," Juger asked. "Do you intend to beat me with that?"


"I have asked you to leave and yet you remain here," the innkeeper
said. "You shall leave or I shall call the guards."


"What bravery," Willem said, then faster than I thought him possible he
lashed at the innkeeper, knocking him to the ground.


Paval, in his purple robes, seemed to move even quicker, before the grey
haired man could land a second blow, he brought the cap of his staff down
upon the man's left shin, causing the man to fall to the ground as
well. The man's friend stood up suddenly and jumped on Pavel knocking him
to the ground, striking him repeatedly. For a second I stood in shock, then
I looked over my shoulder to ensure Urel and Kolt were fine and without a
second thought, as Corvin and the Suthian guards had taught me, I grabbed
the man by the hair, yanked his head backwards, and landed a quick blow to
the side of his neck, causing him to cry out.


The man rolled off Pavel and held his throat, trying to regain his
breath. The innkeeper stood above the men, beating them with the bristles
of his broom, even as a guard entered the inn, sword drawn.


"Peace!" The guard shouted. "Peace!"


"They're at it again," the innkeeper shouted. "Accosting the boys."


"Truly," the guard said, allowing the innkeeper to have his way with the
men for a moment longer, then shouted, "Stop it Dith!"


The innkeeper stopped and looked at the guard.


"You are not welcome here," the innkeeper said to the men. "You are a
blight on this town and you will not be a blight to my inn."


"I think some time in the guardhouse will do them good," the guard said.


"They lie," Juger said as he gasped for breath. "The boy propositioned
us. Look at the tart and tell us he did not."


"You call the boy a tart again," I said, stepping towards the man. "And I
will do more than knock the wind out of you."


"Go to your table boy," the guard said. "I know them well enough to know
the truth."


There was little commotion after that, as the guard led the men out,
nodding to the innkeeper as they left.


"What is wrong with you boy," the innkeeper said suddenly, hitting me with
his broom. "I should beat you as well."


I looked at him shocked.


"You think you're brave approaching two men for the honor of that boy," the
innkeeper said. "The only reason he lost any honor at all is because you
addressed the situation. No one would believe what those two had to say,
and they harmed only his pride. Think boy!"


"What did they do to you boy?" The innkeeper asked Urel.


Urel was quiet for a second, "They pulled down my trousers and tried to
give me a tug, but I bit one of them and ran."


"They are nothing more than the shit that comes from swine," the innkeeper
said. "You did the right thing boy, 'tis shameful the shadow they cast on
our town."


With that he shook his head one last time, gave me another disappointed
look and left for the back room swearing under his breath.


"Don't take it to harshly," Pavel said, patting me on the shoulder. "He
knows you meant well, but he was right, you can't think to rashly,
especially if we'll be traveling together. I shant have you dragging me
into a fight at every inn we enter."


"What are you talking about?" I asked, rubbing my own shin now.


"Well I can see that one such as you could use the company," Pavel said
smiling. "And I require company. Unless your slaves will be coming to your
aid next time."


"How do you know they are slaves?" I asked.


"Well one is still standing and you've been here for nearly a quarter of an
hour," he said, "and the other, well if he's not, his mark still hasn't
faded."


"What mark?" I asked.


"The mark on the back of his calf," he said.


I looked and noticed a glowing mark in the shape of a serpent swallowing
it's tail.


"Though they both have different marks," Pavel said. "I can fix that for
you of course, which we should do to prevent any disputes in the future."


"He's a free boy," I said, nodding to Urel. "He is merely my apprentice."


"Perhaps he has been freed," Pavel said. "But his heart has not freed him
from his bondage. For the sake of the poor boy I will match his mark to the
younger, and when he decides to be free, I'm sure it will fade, if you
have, as you said, given him his freedom."


And that was that. Pavel sat with us as we ate, I noticed he seemed fond of
Kolt, stroking the boy's leg, causing him to tremble a bit. I did nothing,
knowing that it would be rude to tell him to stop and that it would not be
the last time someone took purchase of the boy.


The innkeeper continued to treat me gruffly as he brought me food,
grumbling under his breath. When we were finished with the stew, he brought
out two sweet rolls and gave them to Urel and Kolt. He patted Urel on the
head and said some kind words before returning to the kitchen.


"Don't mind uncle," Pavel said. "He tends to hold a grudge for a bit. He's
a good man with a kind heart though, he'll forget by morning."


"He has a right to be upset," I said. "He was right, of course. I acted
hastily and I'm sure if you hadn't come to my defense I would have been the
one tasting their warts."


Paval laughed and slapped me on the back, then said, "I had my doubts about
you 'til you stood up to those twigs. I knew then that we were meant to
travel together. The gods have their sight set on you my friend, of that
I'm certain."


Paval was a strange sort. He shared with me that his parents had passed
shortly before his seventh birthday, and that at that time he had lived
with his uncle, who was a bachelor. His uncle cared for him as his own son
'til Paval turned twelve and at that time the magi Qintir came to the inn
to collect him. His uncle at first declined and sent the boy to his
room. An hour later he came and brought the boy downstairs and told him
that he was Qintir's apprentice.


He had still come to town from time to time to visit his uncle, but from
that day on he had lived at the Tower assisting Qintir, along with four
other apprentices, in the magi's research. He had been taught everything he
was to know and now was tasked with traveling the world for the next
year. At the end of that year he would decide whether to return to the
Tower or seek a different path.


"So you see," he said. "That I am traveling wherever you are traveling, so,
where are we traveling?"


"Vinter," I said, still uncertain whether or not to allow the man to
accompany us.


"Ah," Paval said as he ran his hand up and down Kolt's back. "That does
sound like quite the journey. At least you have fine company for the trip."


"If you are a magi why didn't you cast a curse on them?" Urel said
suddenly, staring at Paval.


"I see," Paval said. "Since I'm a magi I'm supposed to throw a bolt of fire
or summon a swarm of insects to devour them?"


Urel said nothing, instead he just squirmed in his seat for a second.


"Don't worry boy," Paval said. "I don't bite. At least not that hard and
not where you don't want me too."


"I was curious of that too," I said. "I thought maybe you were still in
training."


"Training?" Paval said, obviously insulted. "Do you think I can summon
things from thin air? It doesn't work like that. Suffice it to say, I am a
magi or your marks would not be glowing in my presence."


"May I ask a question master?" Kolt said, then cringed.


"Ask your question," I said with a sigh.


"Why do they glow when you're around us?" Kolt said.


"Because it is a mark of the gods," Paval said. "And though the bishops and
clerics may be the voice of the gods, the magi are the hand of the gods."


Kolt still looked puzzled.


"Magi are taught to harness the energies of the land around them," Paval
said. "That's why I didn't hurl a bolt of fire or summon insects. There is
no fire and, despite some of the villagers gossip, Uncle keeps a clean
inn. Besides it's never as dramatic as that. I see auras, cure wounds,
those sorts of things. I don't cast lightning bolts or command
animals. That is the realm of the witches and warlocks. As far as the marks
go, they will glow in the presence of the chosen, those who have been given
the gift of the gods, so that they can discern who is free and ensure that
the free remain free. If you had not been enslaved according to the ancient
rites, you would not have any mark at all."


"Thank you for your insightful lesson," I said with a smirk. "And I feel
much safer knowing you will not smite us with a bolt of lightning during
our travels."


"You are most welcome," Paval said, "Now it is late and I need my sleep."


I noticed his hand had found it's way to Kolt's little rod, which now poked
at the front of his trousers with an obvious urgency.


"I wish I could offer you a boy," I said. "But Kolt is still too new to
this game and Urel, as I said, is free to make his own choices."


"I sleep only in my master's chamber," Urel said. "But master I see no
reason why Kolt could not please the kind man, if not with his bottom then
his other charms."


I looked at Urel, not sure whether this was a good idea or not, we really
had no knowledge of this man other than the time we spent with him in the
inn.


"We could retire to one of the private rooms and continue our conversation
while Kolt helps the poor man relieve his urgency," Urel said, standing up.


"He is the boy's trainer," I said. "Lets retire to the back room then."


Paval had removed his robe and was leaning back on a chair, his only
remaining clothing a long bed shirt that was pulled up over his flacid
penis. Kolt stared at the man, unsure what he was supposed to do.


"Undress Kolt," Urel said. "'Tis time to please the master's new friend."


"Will you help me?" Kolt asked.


Urel grabbed Kolt by the arm, holding him still as he brought the crop
firmly across the boy's bottom several times, causing the boy to cry out.


"Please master," he cried. "I'm sorry master."


"Shut up," Urel said, continuing to swat the boy. "You will do as you're
told when you're told or be punished! Now undress."


Urel released Kolt causing the boy to fall to the ground sobbing as he
pulled his clothes off.


"For that," Urel said. "You will only wear a loincloth tomorrow and your
clothes will go in the baskets until you can undress when you're asked."


Kolt continued to sob, tears streaming from the boy's eyes as he stood
naked in front of Paval.


"I do not like to see a boy crying," Paval said, stroking Kolt's
hair. "Smile little one."


"You mustn't be gentle with him," Urel said. "Or he will never learn his
place."


"You cannot see this boy's place," Paval said. "But I do and it will not be
as a slave."


"Master," Urel said to me obviously upset.


"Urel," I said. "We both know he will not be a slave forever and I'm sure
that's what Paval meant."


"I most certainly did," Paval said, turning to Urel. "And you should be
happy it's not you that will have to kneel and service me, although I can
already see that's something you would undoubtedly enjoy."


"Master!" Urel said standing up.


"Urel," I said, pulling the boy to my lap. "He meant only that you should
have compassion."


"Especially since you were in this boy's place not but an hour ago," Paval
said. "Remember boy, he who carries a rod will be struck with a rod. 'Tis
better to teach with kindness than with pain. That crop should be your last
resort, not your crutch."


Urel frowned, realizing that I would not save him from his chastisement. I
stroked Urel's thigh as he stared at Paval, not saying a word.


Kolt, was already kneeling between Paval's knees, stroking the man's
member. The man was only six knuckles long, and not nearly as thick as I
was. I thought for a second his services might render Kolt's hole a bit
more loose, so that my own needs might be met with more force.


Paval stroked the small child's dark hair as he continued to sniffle,
tossing Urel a frightened glance every now and again. Paval pulled Kolt's
mouth to his rod, then pushed past the boy's lips.


"He is quite a talented lad," Paval said, watching the boy's small lips as
they stretched around his rod. "If only we had some oil, it would be nice
to find out if all his holes were so warm."


"I can fetch you oil," Urel said, is a spiteful tone.


"No," I said. "Not tonight. We may have to camp tomorrow and I want Kolt in
good form and spirits."


Kolt continued to suck Paval's rod, taking more than half inside his mouth,
eliciting groans of pleasure from the man. I watched as Paval placed his
hand on the top of the boy's head to hold him still so that he could stroke
inside the boy's mouth at his own pace. It took no more than a few moments
for Paval to let out a loud groan, arch his back, and release his seed
inside the young boy's mouth. Kolt dutifully swallowed the seed, staring up
at Paval as the man continued to thrust in and out his mouth. When Paval
was done he pulled free of Kolt's mouth, watching as a small dribble of cum
ran from the corner of the boy's mouth. With a finger he wiped it up and
then with an evil grin offered it to Urel.


"Come now," he said. "Show the boy you're sorry for being so cruel, help
him with some of his burden."


Urel pushed the man's hand away, jumped from my lap and left the room.


"That was uncalled for," I said.


"You are right," Paval said. "I suppose we all have our moments of
cruelty."


The next morning Paval and I stood in front of the stables, waiting for our
horses and mules to be packed.


"He makes a good show," Paval said, watching Urel load up the mules, Kolt
helping as much as he could, "But his hearts not in it. He will never be a
master nor trainer."


"Urel?" I said.


"Yes," Paval said. "His heart is still too soft. You, your heart will
harden, I can see that, but his, well I'm afraid this will all drive him
mad if he doesn't give up the fight."


"What fight?" I asked, confused.


"'Tis not the time to talk of that," Paval said. "When the time comes you
will know and if the gods have their way, he will be free."


"You speak in too many riddles," I said. "'Tis like talking to the priests
in reformation, only you do not carry a cane."


"I could if that would make you feel more at ease," Paval said, smiling.


"Ah," I said. "I can see that you will at least be a lively companion, if
not a bit irritating."


"You hurt me my friend," he said as he placed a hand over his chest and
laughed.


"Almost done master," Urel called out, smiling.


Soon after we left from the north gate headed for Sentar. It was quite
comforting to know that Paval would be traveling with us. Even though I had
only known him less than a day, he seemed to be a fine young man and a good
companion.


Continued in Part III