Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 20:06:58 -0600
From: jim <jorgen401@hotmail.com>
Subject: Prince Terence and the boy. pt 4

			Prince Terence and the boy
				 Chapter 4


   As Terry moved his hand into the boy's pants and was feeling the mound,
he could tell that John was loving this.  He could also tell that John was
reaching a point that he didn't want him to reach yet.  Moving his hand
away, he concentrated on working the nipples that were standing up. Tracing
his fingers around each nib, he moved his head lower and started to suck on
one, then on the other.

  John was lost to the sensation. "How could this be happening to me?" He
wondered briefly. John's pondering lasted all of about two seconds, as his
desire took hold of him.

   Not caring and surrendering himself to the passion of the moment, John
pushed Terry back and rolled on top of him. His needs and wants took over
his actions.

   John replaced his hands on Terry's chest and started working the nibs
found there with fervor. Circling each one and tasting them each with
eagerness, he moved his hands down Terry's chest to the waist line.

  Not caring what anyone would think, he lowered his head to the waist line
to breath in the aroma. Using one hand he unbuttoned the pants to the last
one. Taking great care he moved his hand lower until he felt Terry's bush.
Tracing his fingers along the top line of hair, he slowly moved to the side
and the crevasse where leg meets thigh.

   Terry couldn't believe this boy. He was doing things to him which no one
had ever done before. He jumped when John's fingers touched the joining
flesh of leg and thigh.

   John didn't waste much time as he knew that he wouldn't last much
longer. Reaching down the side, his palm grazed the spear held in place by
the pants. Moving his hand lower he felt the orbs nestled beneath and
wrapping his hand around them, gave them a squeeze.

   Moving his head lower he moved his hand upward and, removing Terry's
lance from the confines of the pants, lowered his mouth to touch the end
with his tongue. As he did this he could feel the shaft get thicker, and
hearing the moans escaping Terry's mouth knew that it wouldn't be long.

  Going lower still he took as much of the flesh into his mouth as he
could. He knew that there was no way he would be able to take all of it, so
he resolved himself to take only what he could.  Using his tongue, he poked
and prodded the opening at the top of the mushroom shaped helmet.

   It wasn't long until he felt it grow in size and start to spasm
wildly. Not taking his mouth away John took every last drop that came out
of Terry's cock. Swallowing all he moved his head up to look at Terry's
face.  The look there was worth everything he had, which wasn't much, but
it said volumes to John.

  Terry was in awe over what just happened. He wanted more, but knew that
it would have to wait until later.  Moving around some, he managed to get
John cock within tongue distance. Not waiting for John to say anything he
lowered his mouth over the boys cock.  Terry could tell that John was close
to cumming so he sped up his motions and licking. He didn't have to wait
long as John started bucking his hips wildly. He could feel it travelling
up the lad's pole. With a loud moan John succumbed to the pressure. Shot
after shot left him feeling totally drained.

   Terry loved the taste of the boy's cum. It was salty yet sweet. Thick
yet creamy, and in such volume too.

   Both, Terry and John lay on the ground for a while. Letting the sun warm
their already hot and sweaty bodies, it felt good. After a while Terry
suggested that they ride back to the house to get something to eat.

  Getting dressed, they mounted up and rode back to the house.  As they
approached they could hear what seemed like yelling coming from the barn.
This was something that never happened at Terry's house. No one yelled at
anyone. They always deferred to Terry, as he was the master here.

  Dismounting and dropping the reins, once the horses were in the coral,
Terry ran to the barn. Stopping just inside the door, he was greeted with a
sight which he could not believe.

  Charlie was on the ground, scrunched up in a ball, while the stable
master was raising a whip in preparation of whipping the boy.

   "STOP" Terry yelled. At this point he was livid. Never had anyone ever
done anything like this on his land. It was unheard of and
unacceptable. "What is the meaning of this?" he yelled. "How dare you whip
this lad on my land?" He said.

    Moving forward he caught the man's hand and stopped him from following
though with the motion for a second time. "Explain yourself." Terry
demanded.

    "The lad lied to me, Sir. He said that he did all his chores, but I
know he couldn't have." The man said.

  Terry looked at Charlie. "Is what he says true? Did you lie about doing
all your chores?

   Looking up at Terry nervously Charlie said, "No Sir. I did all the
chores he asked me to do this morning, Sir."

   Terry had never known Charlie to do anything wrong in the two years he
served him as stable boy. He had always taken pride in doing his best to
please his master.
   Looking at the stable master. Terry asked. "How long have you been
awake?"  It was a simple question. Terry knew that the man couldn't have
been awake for long as he was still sleeping when he and John came out to
ask Charlie to saddle the horses.

   "Long enough to know that there is no way the boy could have done all
the chores I set him last night. My Lord." The man said.

    At this point, a few of the men that served around the house, had shown
up from hearing the yelling. "John, would you please take Charlie into the
house and into the kitchen for me please." Terry asked, looking at John
with rage in his eyes and concern in his voice. "Yes Sir." Replied John.

   Taking the little boy's hand he led him away from the barn and into the
house.

    "How many lashes did you give Charlie?" Terry asked. "Five" the man
replied. Terry was beyond reason by now.  Turning to look at the men
standing in the doorway, he motioned for them to come forward. "How long
have you men worked here at my house?" he asked.

   The men all replied, "Years".  "In all the time you have been here, has
anyone ever been whipped?" He asked. "No", was the answer. "Have I EVER had
to discipline any one of you before?" he asked. "No" was the answer again.

   Turning to face the stable master. "In the past two years, Charlie has,
never once, done anything wrong. What makes you so sure that he lied?  What
gives you the right to set anyone's punishment on my land?" Terry said,
while jabbing his finger into the man's chest.

   The man couldn't say anything. He knew he had made a mistake and over
stepped his bounds. All he could do now was take whatever the master of the
house said or did ,with what little pride he had left.

  Resolved that he must make a show of this, Terry motioned for two of the
men to take the stable master's arms.  Taking the whip from the man, he
moved back five paces.

   Turning back toward the man he looked up and said, "For taking his
action upon yourself and not bringing it before me, as is the custom of
this house, and for accusing Charlie of lying when we both know that he has
never done it before, and for not being up, to see what Charlie was doing
when John and I came out this morning to ask him to saddle the horses for
our ride, I pronounce that you will receive twice the lashes you inflicted
on little Charlie."

   The man was visibly shaken when Terry pronounced his decision. "Know
this, once this punishment has been dealt, you will pack up your belongings
and leave my land. If I ever hear of you stepping foot upon my land again,
you will be caught and brought before the king. Do I make myself
understood?" Terry said.
   "Take off his shirt." Terry said. "and turn him around."  Once done,
Terry knew that he had to do what he said. He didn't want to do it as he
had never had to before, but he knew from the stories he had been told as a
child, that once he announced his thoughts he had to follow through.

    John had taken Charlie into the kitchen, when they heard the sound of
the whip and a cry of pain. Seeing the boy cringe, John hugged him closely.
   Charlie was shaking violently each time he heard the whip and the
cry. John was counting the sounds of the whip.  Ten times the whip was
heard. Then nothing.

  Pulling the boy away from his legs he made the boy look at him. "It's
over now Charlie. I'm so sorry this happened." He said, then hugged the
boy.  Moving the sobbing boy over to the table he sat down and pulled the
boy to his lap. John did the only thing he could think of; he started
humming a tune that he heard in his old village.

   After the punishment was finished and after telling the men to make sure
that he leaves the lands, Terry dropped the whip and walked back to his
house. He felt angry and dirty at the same time.  Walking into the house he
motioned for one of the ladies there, "Could you please make sure the bath
is warm. I feel the need to wash this grime off me." He asked. "Yes Sir."
The lady said.

   Walking into the kitchen to check on Charlie, Terry was struck by what
he saw. There was John sitting at the table rocking and hugging Charlie and
humming an old tune he had heard as a boy. Terry could remember his mother
humming the same tune every time he had hurt himself and it always made him
feel better. Terry's emotions were uncontrollable and he felt himself start
to cry at the song.

   Moving closer to John, Terry placed a hand on his shoulder and told him
to bring the Charlie to the bath.

  John followed Terry while holding onto Charlie and still
humming. Charlie's sobs were starting to lessen. This was a good sign, John
thought.

     * I would like to thank Eric H. for his wonderful job of editing.  His
help has made it a lot easier for me to write, without worrying about what
mistakes I missed.*

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