Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2000 23:26:35 CEST
From: ishy ishfahan <ishyi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vania1-2

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of pure fiction and deals withthe
subject of man/boy sex fantasizing. No real life boys were hurt in
themaking. It's intended as masturbation material and that's all.

Made by ishfahan, mail me at: ishyi@hotmail.com if u havecomments This is
written in english which is not my native tongue so I might make a few
mistakes hope u enjoy :-)

VANIA 1-2

Chapter 1

The butcher had not been in a good mood today, Vania had come to his shop
just after he had closed it. As usual he had been waiting in the alley
behind the shop, the weather had been awful and Vania was wet to the bone.
Today the butcher Stanis had been a lot more brutal than usual, he had
never been a gentle man but after he got his release he was friendly and
usually Vania got a solid dinner on top of the coins in his pocket. Vania
had greased himself with a little oil before coming, because Stanis always
wanted it fast and raw.  But today Stanis had started the session by
hitting Vania, not the usual playful slaps but hard punches while calling
him names. After the first few punches Vania was slipping in and out of
consciousness and he hardly noticed that the butcher tore off his clothes
and threw him onto the bloody wood table that he used to cut up meat
on. Stanis then proceeded to sodomise him, the butcher was hung like a
horse and it would have hurt a lot if Vania had been properly
conscious. Stanis was so turned on by the violence that he came very
quickly. After he had gotten his release he threw the money on the table
and left.

Vania slowly woke up some time later, he felt as if he had been run over by
a wagon every muscle and joint ached.  When he finally got the energy, he
tried to get up and managed to sit up and look at himself. He was covered
in blood, it was difficult to see how much was his own and how much was
from the table.  He was bruised all over but nothing felt as if it was
broken. He dried the result of Stanis's orgasm from between his legs with a
wet piece of cloth wincing as it touched his battered entrance.  He looked
around and saw the plate the butcher had set out for him, he went over to
eat the sandwich. Eating the sandwich was painful but he knew he needed the
nourishment.  When he was finished eating he went over to the water basin
to try and clean up, while he was washing himself he heard Stanis come down
the stairs. He turned around to face him, Stanis said

" I'm sorry Vania but you are getting too old to get my sympathy. I can't
hold back anymore, this was the last time.  If u can find a younger boy who
is pretty I will pay you for introducing him to me "

Vania sat there for a second, he had come to the butcher's shop after hours
every Monday and Wednesday the last 4 years. The money he made here was
important because it paid for the hayloft where he slept on at the inn's
stable.

" Why don't you like me anymore?" Vania asked.

Stanis looked down between the boys legs and answered

" You have been growing the last few months and now you are getting hairs
on your dick "

"That turns me off and then there is only violence that can make me hard,
and I don't want that. I always feel guilty when I hit you and I don't want
that "

Vania started crying softly, last month his first hairs had sprouted. I had
cost him a lot of customers over the last couple of weeks. The last two
years he had lived an easy life with enough money from his regular
customers that he did not need to find new ones to make a reasonable
living. He had managed to save a good deal of money so he could buy himself
a place as an apprentice when he turned 14. But he did not have the money
to live one and a half year off his money before he could be made an
apprentice.  It had not made it easier that the local bishop had declared
that if a man was caught with a boy, both would be whipped and the boy sold
into slavery. Apparently the leader of the church of the white hand had
declared that prostitutes were possessed by evil. Two boys had already been
sold at the Town Square to a life as a slave.

"But I need the money Stanis if you try not to hit me so hard I wont mind "

"No Vania I cant live with that. I'm really sorry but I need the release,
my wife cant give it to me and I don't need a pregnant girl coming here
with a baby, so a boy is perfect but I need them young please find one
Vania "

"I'll try Stanis "

Stanis smiled at Vania, a sad smile, he had enjoyed the last 3 years, since
he had seen Vania getting picked up by a man outside his shop. He had
approached him 2 days later and they had met twice a week in the shop since
then.  The boy had just turned 10 at that time. Vania had been 4 feet tall,
skinny and smooth as a baby's bottom, he had beautiful blue eyes and gray
blond hair (A trace of a northern ancestor).  Vania had grown a foot since
then and had gotten a little more muscle but was still very slim. He had
grown his first 20 hairs on his dick, which had grown a lot the last few
months from a fat 2-inch boydick to an even fatter 4-1/2 inches, Too big
for Stanis, to play with. So he turned him face down on the table and
fucked him long and hard but now he was too much a young man for Stanis to
pretend he was a girl

"Goodbye Vania come by once in a while for a meal, but our business deal is
off"

Vania got his clothes on and picked up the money Stanis had left
earlier. It was a lot more than usual, 10 times as much actually. Stanis
must be feeling guilty. He turned to leave and as he opened the door he
said.

"Goodbye Stanis I'll miss your food "


Chapter 2

It was still raining when he left the butchers shop. The bishops edict had
made it very dangerous to meet new men and his body had betrayed him a year
too early. He had been working on the streets for a year since his parents
had died in a orc raid on a village 10 miles outside Trantor. He only had
two customers left now, they would still bring enough money for his
sleeping place on the hayloft. But he needed to make some more money to
feed and clothe himself.  Luckily the last two had said that the hair did
not bother them, and that they would keep him for the next year.  But he
still needed to make more money to get a place as an apprentice, when he
did not have parents to pay for him or help him find a place.

Vania was in his own world as he walked the dark streets of Trantor he was
so caught up in his worries that he never heard the pounding of hooves
through the drum of the rain.  Suddenly a huge horse appeared from around
the corner, he was not fast enough to get completely out of the way and the
boot of the rider was the last thing he saw before the world was black
around him.

The rider was a sergeant in the Dukes army, he looked out from behind his
cloak at the boy who was lying in the gutter.

" Only a street urchin. Leave him! "

The column of soldiers started moving again leaving the boy behind.

The last rider stopped and got off his horse.  Lanflayd bent down and
checked that the boy was breathing and noticed how dirty, bruised and
beaten the boy looked.  He slowly lifted the wet boy onto his shoulders and
got onto his horse. He pulled his cloak around the boy as he put him down
in front of himself in the saddle. Then he kicked the horse softly
following the sound of the soldiers.

A couple of the soldiers were waiting at the next square.

"Where were you blacksmith? "

"Just picking up something "

The soldiers noticed the boy in the blacksmith's arms.

"The sergeant said to leave him behind?! " the soldier said nervously

None of the soldiers felt at ease with the new blacksmith, he moved with
the grace of a cat and was almost as fast as one even though he was 6 feet
tall. They had seen their sergeant back down front him twice during the
trip here. There had been no fighting but if the sergeant was vary then
they had every reason to be scared.

"That means you two can't bring him with you, the sergeant has no right to
order me about. It is not right to ride a small boy down and leave him in
the rain "

"No that's true but he is just a street urchin and I don't want to loose my
job over him "

"You wont loose your job as long as I have the boy. Now show the way to the
castle "

The soldiers turned and rode ahead and Lanflayd followed, he could feel the
boy stirring against his chest, but he was still asleep.

The castle was situated just out side the town on a rocky hill that was
surrounded on 3 sides by the river Aoise. The last side was a steep hill
from town and up to the castle. A cobbled road led to the huge gates of the
castle. It had once been the seat of a powerful king but 120 years ago it
had been conquered by the emperor of Khat and was now used as the seat of
the Duke and as a garrison for imperial troops. It was a distant outpost in
the empire and as such not a very sought after place to be posted.

The stragglers caught the rest of the soldiers just before the gates and
after the passwords were shouted the guards lowered the drawbridge and
opened the gates.  After they entered the castle one of the soldiers that
had waited for him at the square in town said:

"I will show the blacksmith to the stables and his workshop"

Lanflayd had been ordered to serve here by the head of his guild. The last
blacksmith had died in the winter 3 months ago. He had not been pleased, by
this posting, but every craftsman was required to serve the guild for 5
years, after he became a journeyman, before he could setup a business
freely.  Lanflayd follow the soldier to the forge, which was situated next
to the stables. Over the forge there was a room that served as the
blacksmiths living quarters. One of the few perks of the job was that you
had a warm room every day of the year.

When they arrived, Lanflayd carried the boy in his arms as he climbed the
stairs. The boy was freezing so it was good that someone else had been
using the forge that day. The room was large and warm it had a cozy feel to
it. There was a large double bed in the corner a couple of dining chairs
and a table there was also a large heavily polstered armchair in the
room. Apart from that there was nothing in the room. The room was clean but
smelled stale from disuse. The soldier excused himself and said that the
lieutenant would be round to talk tomorrow. Lanflayd laid the boy down on
the bed and went downstairs to get his bags off his packhorse. It took him
three trips up the stairs before he had it all. He took his blankets from
his luggage. At that moment the boy woke up and tried to get up. He managed
to raise himself up on his elbows and looked around.

"Where am I?" he asked

"You were hit by a horse so I brought you home with me" " Get those wet
clothes off boy or u will get ill"

Lanflayd threw some dry shorts and a shirt to the boy, he then left the
room to go down to the forge to put some water on the boil. He wanted to
give the boy some privacy, at that age many boys were shy and he did not
want to scare him.  He made the tea slowly, almost as a ritual. He had been
taught, to make tea that way as a boy, and had always done it that way. I
was part of his training and was used to calm the soul. He needed that at
the moment, his mind was in turmoil over the boy he ad in his room. He knew
that the boy was thin, he did not weigh much. But his shaggy blond hair had
covered the face so he did not know what he looked like.

Boys had been the source of all the trouble he had encountered in his
28year life. He had never been able to keep his hands of them and a boy was
also the reason for this terrible posting he had received. He had been
discovered in bed with the son of a senior civil servant in Khat. The only
thing that kept him out of the hands of the church was that the shame on
the boy's family would ruin them so the father kept quite. The boy had been
sent to join the army and he had received a ticket to Trantor and a promise
that he would loose his life if the boys father ever saw him again. He had
heard of the bishop's edict and knew that he would have to be careful.
After making the tea he went back up the stairs with it.

Vania quickly changed clothes as soon as the man left. He did not know what
to expect from this man, he seemed foreign he had a very strange way of
talking and moved very gracefully something that made Vania uneasy, it was
like watching liquid metal.  He took the large blanket that the man had
been unpacking and pulled it around him as he looked around the room it was
very bare apart from the many bags on the floor. He sat down on the bed.
The blanket smelled freshly of herbs and that made Vania feel very dirty,
he suddenly became very aware of his dirty hair and sweaty and bloody
body. He started crying he was simply devastated. He knew that as bad as he
looked, he would not make any money the next week or two.

Vania did not hear Lanflayd come up the stairs, the blacksmith put the
teapot down on the table and the boys stirred and stopped crying as he
turned to look at the man. Lanflayd rummaged through his pack before he
found a parcel with bread and a little dried meat. He poured a mug and game
it to the boy with a smile, the boy smiled back from behind the hair, as he
accepted the hot mug. Lanflayd cut a thick piece of bread and a piece of
meat for the boy and passed it to him on a tin plate. He poured tea and cut
meat and bread for himself , before he sat down at the table across from
the boy so he could watch him. The boy was eating like a demon and Lanflayd
soon had to cut him another piece.

"What's your name boy?"

"Vania" the boy whispered between mouthfuls

"I'm Lanflayd" "How old are you?"

"13"

"Where do your parents live, they need to know you are ok"

"I don't have any, I live on the inns hayloft"

Vania had started on his tea which tasted good and sweet. The warm drink
also made him feel tired so he yawned, he was hoping he could convince the
man to let him spend the night there. He also hoped he would not have to
work for the lodgings, he hurt too much and was very tired.  The man got up
from the table and started undressing Vania stared as the man removed his
shirt. His entire left chest and left shoulder and arm all the way down to
the elbow was one large tattoo of a green dragon. It was so lifelike that
you almost thought that it would jump out and eat you.  The man's chest was
well muscled, he had the body of a fighter not the heavy body of a
blacksmith. He was only dressed in a pair of shorts, and Vania wished that
he one day could look like that.

"We will have to share the bed Vania, I only have one bed and one blanket"

" Its ok I'm used to that"

Lanflayd climbed into bed with the boy, the blanket was a very large one so
there was easily room for the two of them.  He laid back and listened to
the boys breath only half a meter from him.  He could soon hear that the
boy was asleep and drifted off thinking about what the boy might look like
under all the clothes and hair.


The End for now