Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 06:31:14 EST
From: DivineGlow@aol.com
Subject: Crazy Days Wild Knights Part 4

Yeah I know, I'm late as usual. Many things came up in the past month that
required my attentions, and now that they are all nice and dealt with I can
get back to this. Plus in the small vacation I managed to begin yet another
story so expect to see that soon. Ok, same rules as always, don't read if
under 18, don't read if its illegal in your particular area, and don't read
if you think the contents (which you should know if you are even reading
this) just might offend some part of you. Have fun.



Crazy Days, Wild Knights Chapter 4



I awoke to the odd sensation of having Xann's cloak still wrapped around
me, but no Xann. It only took me a second to figure that he must have let
me have it and slept in his robe. I don't think any bit of warning would
have prepared me for the waking image I was greeted with. Through the
morning blur in my vision I saw Xann washing himself in the pond. I was
never so prepared to see the gates of Heaven in my life. You have to
understand why this was such a big deal to me. In all the years I have
served both males and females under a bed cover, none had ever held a
remote amount of attractiveness to me. I was just doing a job, most times
with my eyes closed. None had that natural mystery, that natural grace. And
surely none were as physically impressive as this god that walked before
me. Amazingly enough, he was actually smaller than I had thought. I had
imagined, that beneath the folds of cloth there was a hulk of a man, tree
sized at the least. But in truth, he was wiry.

The strength was evident in his arms and torso as he moved. Each muscle
carving out its own bit of property on his body. But even with all that
muscle he couldn't have weighed more than 190 pounds, if that. It was
almost like a great artist chiseled him from stone. As if his own physique
wasn't enough, the combination of water and the morning light made it seem
like a dream come to flesh. The water fell from his skin, outlining his
already wonderful form. And this was while he was hidden from the waist
down and facing away from me. When he turned it was almost as if time stood
still and the motion took an eternity to complete. And as I had thought,
his front was even better than his back His chest and stomach were as if
wrought from iron. And his nipples were a perfect shade of pink. Fate
decided to bless me even more when he raised his arms over his head to
stretch. It must have been then that I let out a small sigh, for he looked
at me finally.

My mind was so occupied in gazing upon this beautiful creature that it
totally overlooked the fact that I was currently suffering from a highly
enhanced version of the common male morning affliction. It wasn't till I
followed his eyes that I became fully aware of my aroused condition, which
was being given away by the tenting of the cloak that still covered me. In
an instant my cheeks were aflame. I saw the smile slowly find its way to
his lips and my embarrassment only got worse. There was an uncomfortable
silence before he spoke at last.

"Well are you going to sit there all morning staring at me or are you going
to get in here?"

A flock of butterflies were let loose upon my insides when he spoke. But
was I about to turn down an offer like that? Maybe next lifetime. I sat up
and with a deep breath, removed the cloak and my shirt, stood, and walked
into the cold water. It was my hope that the water would help to return
things to their natural state, but the closer I got to him the worse it
became, the redder my cheeks became. He never took his eyes off me, and
when I finally reached him, the water was up to my chest. He still looked
at me with those deep eyes of his and I felt like he could see right
through everything I was.

"You are embarrassed?"

"Uh...yes.... I never had this problem before."

"What problem?" I couldn't believe he was going to make me say it.

"My...uh ....uh... um.... uh..." I couldn't say it.

"You can tell me." I looked into his eyes, and somewhere inside them I
found the courage I needed.

"I have just... never been so...... attracted... to anyone before." He
smiled. A warm smile, amazing as that was coming from someone who always
seemed to be cold.

"Is that all? Nym, just remember a one thing, if you remember nothing
else. Embarrassment is just another form of fear, fear of what others
think. Someday you will have to overcome that. Never fear your own
feelings, no matter what they are." He reached out and placed his hand on
my face. "And don't worry about being embarrassed with me. I will never
judge you." His words echoed in my ears as we sat there staring at each
other, and they started to make sense.

"And as far as being attracted to me, all I can say is that I am happily
taken, and I apologize. Not that a similar thought hasn't crossed my
mind. You are quite a sight yourself when you want to be." He
chuckled. "Watching you all last night, I was sure someone had already
clamed you." His smile faded with mine.

"I have never known love. Only lust, for I have walked hand in hand with it
as long as I can remember." Memories flooded my mind, including last night
with Bishop Rose. "But now that I am free, it will only be a mater of time
before lust finds me again, I am sure of it. It is all I am."

"Wrong. You can be more, if you allow it. There are still those out there
that would use you for their own pleasures. But they would have to get
through me and your soon to be comrades first, and that is just till you
can defend yourself. But now that you are free, love has just as much
chance of finding you. And it will pop up from the most unexpected
place. It always does."

How did he become so wise, so young? That was one of the few times I would
ever curse Killnar. Damn him for finding this wonderful person first. We
washed in silence from that point on. As he washed my back, erotic thoughts
bounded through my head. Thank the water for being so cool. We finished and
dried in the sun for a while before finally he covered that wonderful body
of his again with his robe. I pushed away my thoughts of how to get it off
again and put my shirt on. Then it was back to the trees.

It was still several days of travel till we caught up with the other
Knights. Xann could never get me to stop calling them that. It was the only
name I had, so I kept it. He began my training while we traveled. He taught
me how to see. Yes I know, it sounds quite silly. But it's amazing once you
realize how much in this world you don't see. Very subtle things. Things
you would have to concentrate on to see. At the end of two days he had me
to a point where it was reflex. I could spot small animals, and sometimes,
even insects at great distances. He did not seem too surprised at how
quickly I learned these new skills. Four days after we left the small pond
we finally reached the Knights encampment. It wasn't what I had expected at
all.

Tents, apparently made to be easily relocated. They weren't even in a
clearing. They were in the thick of the trees, forest colored to blend
in. From where Xann held me in the trees you could hardly tell there was a
camp at all The only open area had a small fire with about twelve men
relaxing around it. Xann spoke to me softly.

"I will take you to my tent first, you need some pants. Then you can meet
the others and get a tent of your own." My hopes of staying in his tent
were quickly replaced with hopes of putting my tent as close to his as I
could manage.

He scanned around our position briefly. I followed his gaze and also
quickly spotted what he was looking around for. I saw a figure dressed like
a Knight slowly moving through the trees off to our left, and another to
our right. Xann shook his head and quickly snuck past them. He dropped to
the ground right behind a tent and told me to wait. In only a few moments
he came back with the aforementioned pants in hand. I thanked him quietly
and put them on. He smiled when they fit well, put his arm around my
shoulder and began walking me to the fire. As we walked people began to
notice us and I heard muffled whispers of "Xann's back". By the time we
reached the fire it seemed as if the whole camp was there waiting. I
swallowed to quiet the butterflies in my belly and steeled myself. Xann and
I stood before the camp, the fire warming me in the early evening. Xann
waited for the whispers to quiet before he spoke.

"Yes. I have returned and I do bring news. Some good, some bad. First of
all, patrols need to be better. I should not have been able to sneak in at
all. I don't know who was on today, but make sure you do better in the
future. As for the good news. Our scouting has proven to be fruitful and as
proof I bring to you today our newest family member, Nym."

I didn't say anything. Instead I just kept staring into the fire.

"I trust you will all welcome him warmly. There are several more possible
members that we still have to reach but they should be no problem. So now
with that out of the way, I now have to give you the sad news. Killnar is
not moving ahead to the next recruit. He has been captured by the Church."
There were instant gasps of surprise followed by shouts of anger and cries
for blood. The camp was in a near frenzy when Xann raised his arms. The
silence was almost instant. "I know how you all feel and I did not expect
any less from you. He is like a father to most of you and I appreciate
that. But we are to continue as planned. I will take charge in his stead as
always. But worry not. We will rescue him, when the time is right. For now
you will continue your current operations till we can locate and free
him. Is that understood?" There was a simultaneous nod from the
group. "Good. Two days for everyone to rest and relax before we start up
again. Do not lose hope my friends. If anything, this is when we will need
that hope most. Dismissed."

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I saw him for the first time when he was walking with Xann towards the
fire. A chill ran through me. Surely nothing more beautiful walked this
planet on two legs. His crystal like eyes wandered around him taking in his
new surroundings. I followed them all the way to the meeting and sat close
enough to him so I could stare the whole time. Innocence seemed to flow
from him while he stared into the flames, except his eyes. In the light I
could see the silver in his eyes, highlighted with shades of purple,
clearly. They did not seem to be the eyes of a boy his age. That was to be
expected, he was probably another slave just like most of us. Not me. I was
one of the few to follow Killnar and not be a slave. I would guess he was
only two or three winters younger than me, if that. I spent most of the
meeting taking in his small form and getting drunk from his scent. So clear
despite the surroundings. I began hoping his tent would be near mine.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard that Killnar had been
captured. I don't think I have ever been more shocked or angry in my entire
life. I felt tears begin to sting my eyes, a lump rise in my throat, and a
fist form of my right hand. When gasps of shock turned to cries of rage, I
joined in eagerly. Xann raised his hands and I found the willpower to force
back my emotions and hear him out. He finished, yet I could still feel my
rage burning the back of my mouth. I appeared to be the first to jump up, I
didn't care, I ran off into the forest to be alone. Memories shot through
my mind as I remembered how my path brought me to this place, how Killnar
saved me. How much I missed Jacey....

It was only last spring. Jacey had served my family for several winters. He
was the son of one of the servants, and was for the most part our stable
boy. It wasn't till that spring that I really noticed him. I sat in the
window of my room, high up in my family's manor, enjoying the fresh spring
morning. I had an excellent view of the stables from where I sat but wasn't
interested in them till I saw Jacey. He was hard at work moving hay and
feeding the animals. Even from my height I could see the sweat covering his
naked upper body, accenting the muscles as he worked. He was two winters
older than me, which gave me a weird sense of satisfaction when I was
giving him orders. I kept trying to watch the sunrise, but my eyes flowed
back to him again and again. Something was just so magickal about him. At
the time I couldn't understand why my body reacted the way it did. Things
just came naturally and it wasn't long before I was sitting in my window
with, my robe undone, pleasuring myself to the lovely view I had of the
sky, the trees, and Jacey. My release must have been strong in volume for
when I opened my eyes, Jacey had stopped working and was staring directly
up at me.

I froze. I was caught. There I was, robe hanging open, one leg hanging out
the window, my hand still wrapped about my manhood, covered in my own sweat
and semen. I couldn't even move to cover myself. He cocked his head to one
side and I could see the white of his teeth shape into a smile. And without
comment, he went back to his duties. I rediscovered my ability to move and
quickly got cleaned up. I totally avoided both the stables and Jacey for
several days. I was in a constant state of panic. He wouldn't dare tell my
parents, they would never take the word of a servant over mine. And the lie
would only get him a lashing. But the other servants would know, they would
snicker behind my back, and give me knowing looks. Gossip like this was
sure to spread quickly. Yet to my surprise there was neither looks nor
snickering. It was life as usual.... until... My father approached me one
evening after dinner.

"Zane, my son, why haven't you been riding in the past four days?"

"Uh...because father...I just haven't felt up to it."

"You are not ill are you?"

"No, just haven't been in the mood for a ride is all."

"Son, riding is a very important skill for a noble to learn. You must be
presentable in all things, especially in court, in battle, and on
horseback. All must be practiced every day. You know this."

"Yes...father..."

"So tomorrow, you will ride for at least 4 hours to make up for lost time."

"But father.."

"Don't argue and do as you are told!"

"Yes father..."

He walked away and I sat there at the table, dreading the coming day. I did
not want to face Jacey. Never had anyone had so much power over me besides
my parents. Yet here I am, weak before the presence of a simple stable
boy. I went to my room, and found myself unable to sleep. I sat in my
window again for the first time since that dreadful morning, looking at the
stables. Knowing that Jacey slept in the loft. Wishing the stables would
burn down and him with it. Eventually I slept and woke early the next
morning. I put off riding as long as I could till my father gave me 'the
look'. I changed into my simple riding clothes and began the slow walk out
to the stables.

Jacey was grooming my horse as I approached. He looked up and watched me
all the way till I was standing but three feet from him. In my best attempt
at a commanding voice I told him to get my saddle and prepare the horse for
riding. It came out sounding like one of the Church's choirboys. He looked
at me for a moment with a smile on his face before moving to do as I told
him. I watched him walk away and felt the familiar stirrings from days
before. He wasn't wearing a shirt yet again, just his usual tight tan
pants, and I could clearly see his well-bronzed skin. All those days in the
sun did him well. His brown hair came down to his broad shoulders. The
muscles in his back danced as his arms followed the motions of his walk. I
moved to the side of the horse away from him to hide my condition from his
brown eyes.

He returned and expertly fitted my horse with the saddle and harness with
great speed. While I was mounting the horse I couldn't take my eyes away
from him. And thanks to my lack of attention to what I was doing, I quickly
found myself on the floor of the stable. Jacey was by my side in an
instant, helping me up, and visibly holding back laughter. I was beginning
to get angry but kept myself in check and tried to get on my horse again,
this time with Jacey's unsolicited help. And somehow during the process he
managed to place a firm hand on my rear, and even gave what felt like a
squeeze. I looked at him as soon as I was in position but he was already
walking away, whistling to himself. Furious I started my horse out of the
stable to practice my riding.

I couldn't believe this. Not only was I helpless before this servant, but
he had the gaul to rub my face in the fact. This would not stand. When I
got back to the stable, I was going to put my foot down about the whole
thing and I dare him to argue with me. So 4 hours later, with newfound
determination, I rode back into the seemingly empty stable. It was dusk
when I returned and the sun was just starting its evening decent. I called
for service and Jacey came running down from the loft. This time with a
firm and non high pitched voice I told him to clean my horse then meet me
up in the loft to discuss my horse's condition. And without a second word
or thought, I turned and went up to the loft.

I waited for a short amount of time, looking out the window, before I heard
his feet coming up the steps. I turned to face him. With all the strength I
had I began.

"Now look here,"

He took a step towards me.

"I know you saw me in my window several days ago."

Another step.

"And I know you find it funny,"

And another.

"That you got to see me in such,"

The closer he got, the weaker my words became.

"A compromising situation. But,"

My voice got quieter, his footsteps louder.

"The joke ends here. You tell no one,"

I could hear my own heartbeat.

"About it, and save yourself a serious lashing."

I could feel his breath on my face.

"Am I understood?"

My voice was barely a whisper, I was backed against the wall, and our noses
were touching. He had his arms on either side of my head.

"I will understand you, when you understand yourself."

"What are you talking about?"

"Zane, admit it. You find me pleasing."

"You are a good servant and..."

"Oh come off the whole servant-master thing, will you? What's happening now
is on a much higher level."

"I don't know what you are talk..."

I was cut off when our lips touched. He didn't force a kiss from me. He
didn't mash his face to mine. He merely touched my lips with his and held
there. His lips were soft as my bed sheets, and just as warm. My eyes
closed and I could feel the heat radiating from him. We held the kiss for
several moments before he pulled away and looked me in the eye. I could
almost see my own soul reflected in the soft brown pools.

"I will not force you to see, Zane. Just offer you a chance to open your
eyes."

He stepped away from me and over to the window, looking out into the
evening.. Reason quickly grabbed control and guided my feet with haste to
the stairs. Yet as my foot touched the first stair, reason was jumped by
instinct, and I stopped where I was. Jacey still had his back to me. I
backed away from the stairs and walked slowly to him...



Ok, this time I PROMISE the next part will be up very soon, only a few days
I swear. Unless divine intervention decides to happen again, but I sadly
have no control over that. Feel free to send you thoughts and comments and
constructive (hopefully) arguments to DivineGlow@aol.com. Thanks for
reading.