Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 23:09:46 -0500
From: Steve Tobias <sttoby1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Rainbow World -- Chap 1 (revised)

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Rainbow World - Chap 1 - Revised

** There is only one small revision(applied twice) - the word 'Purpward'
replaced the word 'blueward'.  These are two of the cardinal directions for
this world, and I revised there meaning as I prepared chap 2.

Kayin

	The sun's light crept into the room through the window as the shade was
raised casting its violet hue on the wall.  As the light reached Kayin's
eyes, he was aroused from sleep. Truth be told, he had been sleeping fairly
lightly. The day was finally here. He'd be traveling with his father to
Purgo, the main city of the northern district.  He had never been outside his
village of Lake Viol before (well except that one time he had gone to Viol
Bay, but they had only been there for a couple of hours after dark and Kayin
hadn't been able to see anything).

	The trip would take two cycles! When Kayin had exclaimed that, his
father had smiled at him and said, "Well it's not every Moon Rise that a boy
celebrates his 100th cycle and comes of age." It would still be two Cycles
and three Moon Rises before his 100th cycle, but they had to start out now
for Purgor if they were to make it in times for The Games.

	The Games were they pivotal event in the life of a boy. It not only
marked his coming of age, but offered the chance of untold privilege and
prestige. The Games were held once a cycle.  All boys competed in the Game
immediate after his 100th cycle celebration. The yeoman (the title of the
young men who had competed in The Games and had returned) had told Kayin that
there would be at least one hundred Gamers in each event. The biggest
decision a boy had to make when he arrived at The Games was in which five
events he would compete.  You had to have one academic event, one team event,
one individual event, one physique event, and one skills.  Kayin could  hold
his own academically, but it was not his strong suit. He was much better at
trajectory sports, especially the Screach Throw.  A Screach was a flat disc
with six pairs of jagged knifes protruding from the disc.  When thrown
properly, the top half of the disc spun one way, the bottom half spun the
other way. You could not hear the weapon until it was about 5 feet from you,
at which point you began to hear this 'screaching' noise, hence the name.

	Kayin had chosen to focus on the Screach for several reasons. First, it
was a rad weapon. Second, he hoped its difficulty would dissuade others from
focusing on it. Third, if (as was most likely) he came back as a yeoman, he
would be in high demand as a 'Screacher' and might be able allowed to move to
one of the larger villages. About 250 people lived in Lake Viol. Kayin
couldn't even begin to image what Purgo was like with its one million plus.
But even more fascinating to Kayin was the chance to see the Indigo Sun. The
yeoman even claimed it wasn't in the sky all the time, but moved along the
redward horizon. You couldn't even see it half the time.  In Lake Viol the
only sun that could be seen was the Violet Sun and it was constantly straight
up in the sky. It would make a slow small circle over the course of 10
cycles, but never came anywhere near the horizon.

	Not only that, but Kayin had been told that there were people from many
other realms. For sure there were Greens and Yellows, but one yeoman had even
claimed to have seen a Red man once.  But surely a Red Man would not be so
far purpward and far from the Red sun.  Kayin idly wondered if the jokes
around school were true, that the more redward you lived, the smaller your
equipment was. Kayin stretched as he climbed out of bed. He glanced down at
his personal area and grinned as he thought that if it was true, he hoped he
had gotten his father's genes for size.  He was a purpward mix, pretty common
in these areas.  His mom was Indigo and his dad was Purple although he
doubted either was exactly pure. Normally you took after one or the other,
but Kayin had actually fallen somewhere in between. It made him stand out
some in class - a little deeper in color than a straight Indigo, but not as
dark as a Purple. Given his physical prowess, especially with the Screech,
his unique color blend was viewed as 'exotic' and 'cool'.

	He'd seen his father naked enough in the community showers and knew
that father was definitely on the larger size of the men in the community.
There were no Indigo men in Lake Viol.  All the Indigos were women.  They had
been brought up here according to the marriage act. About five generations
ago a sickness had spread through thousands of villages, killing almost half
the population. It had been discovered that there was too little movement of
people among the small villages, leading to essentially inbreeding, which
lead to suppressed immune systems.  Now marriages were arranged. Depending on
how Kayin did at the Games would depend on who his spouse would be.  He would
be matched up with a Yeowom who finished comparably in the female version of
The Games.  She would move up to his village.

	So he had no reference for how big Indigo Men's privates grew, just the
locker room wisdom to go by. He had initially feared that he was destined to
follow the way of his Indigo background. For while his skin was blended, his
hair was not. The hair on his head was bright Indigo, just like his mom's.
But a couple of cycle ago, he had a reason for hope.  His hair down below had
started to come in.  He now had a thin cropping of hair just above his penis
with a trail of hair following up to his navel - and it was deep purple.
Apparently word of his different colored hair had been whispered beyond the
locker room, as he had had three or four girls shyly inquire if it were true.
One even hinted she might want to verify it herself!

	Kayin got dresses, left the room and headed to the family room. Two
hours later he and his father were on their way. They traveled from Moon Rise
to Moon Set going farther and farther redward.  Each Moon Set, they would
arrive in a new village and settle in rooms set aside for Gamers. When they
left the following morning, more often than not, another Gamer or two and
their fathers would be added to their group.  By time they made it to Purgo,
the group Kayin was traveling with had grown to close to 100. Kayin would
never forget his first view of Purgo. It was also his first glimpse of the
Indigo Sun, which happened to be low on the horizon right behind the largest,
most massive city Kayin had ever imagined.  Purgo stretched out for miles
across the horizon and the Indigo sun appeared like a crown of glory behind
a tall tower that was in the middle of city.  Kayin would see many wonders in
his life, but this first one would always hold a special memory for him.

Tig

	Tig stood in front of the dresser of his 'guest room'.  All that it
contained was a Klimf. Tig stared at the neatly folded cloth and found he
couldn't move.  He didn't know what to do.

	Tig had just returned from the shower room.   He had left his other
clothes on the bed.  While he had been showering, someone had come into the
room and taken them. It wasn't that he didn't know how to wear the Kilmf,
after all he had instructed many of the boys in his house the proper manner
to wear them, as was his role as the seventh son. No, it was that seeing the
Kilmf in the dresser finally brought home the reality of the past Term.
Klimfs were worn by servants. They were essentially a triangular piece of
clothing, You wrapped the base of the triangle around your waste, fastening
in the front with a clasping bearing the shield of the house in which you
served.  The rest of the cloth was pulled up between your legs and also
fastened to the clasp.  Higher ranked servants had generous amounts of cloth
in dark colors that not only covered up your goods, but even provided
leggings to an extent.

	The Kilmf in Tig's drawer was a white, thin material.  It wasn't
exactly shear, but given Tig's Ored (orange-red) skin, it might as well have
been.  Even worse, the clasp was simply an iron circle.  He was house-less,
at least for now. How could his parents have done this to him?  Tig had been
the seventh son born into the Carmine family, one of the wealthy in Red
Territory. His mother had been a Tangelo, honest to goodness royalty from the
Orange Realm. His parents had married to cement relationships between the two
lowest realms of Prisma. Hence how he came to have Ored skin, the only one of
his siblings not to have a pure color.  Blended skin was by no means likely
in the offspring of a mixed marriage. In fact it usually occurred in about 1
out of every 100.  Not that it mattered that he was mixed. Some viewed mixed
skin colors as a sign of greatness. Others viewed it as almost a mark of the
devil. But given his family's clout, no ever raised their concerns or
speculations in his sight.

	At least that's how it had been until his dad couldn't keep his pecker
in his pants.  He apparently wanted to see if it was true that Green women
were friskier in bed than Orange or Red women. Unfortunately Tig's dad had
not been discreet. He was disowned by both families. His maternal
grandparents blamed Tig's mom for a poor choice of husbands. Tig's paternal
grandparents told my dad he could clean up his own scandals. Without the
family credit, bills stacked up quickly. So when the Traders came along,
Tig's parents sold them the one thing that was valuable enough to pay all
their bills - Tig.

	With a hopeless feeling of loss, Tig pulled the Kilmf on. He had been
correct in his first impression of the Kilmf, it left nothing to the
imagination.  Tig was pretty sure it was sized for a tenth termer.  Tig was a
thirteenth termer. His voice hadn't deepened yet, but his rubies and rod had
begun their growth. He couldn't keep both rubes in, one or the other dangled
out. Tig sighed, he was sure it was intentional. He wasn't like the other
Trader boys, he had been the elite. But no more - that was a life of the
past.

	Tig wasn't exactly worried about being traded. After all, most families
treated their Trader Boys better than they treated their own children. Tig
knew that from personal experience. He mostly wanted to get through the first
interview. It was with the Orchestra Maestro. The Orchestra was always
looking for young voices. Tig liked to sing, but definitely not at the price
the Orchestra extracted.  They liked to keep the men's voices young, and took
steps to ensured they did. Tig was attached to his manhood and had no desire
to part from it. The problem was that Tig was a good singer. And it wasn't
simply a matter of singing poorly. A good singer can't sing poorly, he will
simply sing the wrong notes wonderfully.  Thankfully Tig's private music
tutor dearly loved Tig and had provided him with a potion that would
temporarily scar his vocal cords.  It wouldn't affect his everyday talking,
but if Tig tried to sing anything in the next several days, it would sound
like someone were scratching their nails on an iron skillet.

	There was a knock at the door. Tig acknowledged the knock with a, "Come
in." The door opened. The man who stood at the door was almost twice Tig's
height. He was dressed in a golden robe, cinched at the waist with a blue
cincture.  Tig recognized the outfit, he'd dealt with men in such outfits
often.  As the youngest son, he had been responsible for the Trader Boys in
his house - buying them, training them, caring for them. Here now was a
Trader and Tig was about to be sold.

To be continued...

Hope you like - this is my first try at writing.  The story will involve more
erotica, but that's not necessarily the going to predominate every chapter.
Please let me know what you think.

Steve

Sttoby1990@gmail.com