Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 15:56:39 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Stolen Scarab

This story is pure fiction and comes from the deepest part of my
imagination. If you find things that look familiar then do not worry. I
have changed places and name so that no one can think this resembles
anything before.

I have the copyright to this and all other of my stories. If you wish to
use this or any of my other please do ask. This includes all fee-paying
sites.

Because of its content some countries are very much against the activities
brought on by boy lovers and those who want then agree with their unsaid
wishes. Please check to see if your country is one of those. I will add
that if this kind of story is against your feeling then it is best for you
to go before you cannot stop reading.

The story is very broadly based upon the old times of Egypt. Mysteries,
Magic combined with what very olden days offered those as a sign of
respect. This is my first attempt at such a story so please be patient for
the story to open.


			    The Stolen Scarab.


It was raining when I made my way home that evening. Most of us would be
grateful to get into the basement floor of the high-rise building that I
lived in. Through the revolving door the doorman was perplexed, at why the
internal was far wetter than being outside. He knew as the owner that half
of the pipes had corroded. The half of course were the ones encircling my
suppose 5 star penthouse, when in theory it was nothing more that a 1 star
dog kennel. I was working my way through old cases, then pots. Very large
display cases that had been found on a dig at an ancient burial ground in
Egypt. Before you say that sounds common well think again. Miles from the
space most people who had maps and pieces of ancient pottery, A White
crystal was unearthed by sheer accident. A group heading to the digs
stopped off to rest and eat. Well most of you will know this, but I will
try to explain the intricacy of the Desert Campfire. Most food from the
countries that you explored was upsetting to the stomach. It was very wise
to dig a hole far from the camp then cover it. On some experditions many
people who need the hole so the thought of a camel stampede did go through
many mens thoughts as well as other things went through them also. Well it
was when the hole was first dug that the White Crystal was found.

The size was about that of a pocket watch. Eight of what might be classed
as Tentacles were fixed solidly to the Crystal. The Archaeologists decided
to spend a few days excavating the area because there was a saying that
went something like this. "At the sign of a new sight, dig and pray for all
your might." It was a masterful choice. A tomb of a king yet to have been
heard have was found. I was given the chance to examine all the artefacts
when they came to the Museum. Why me? Well most of the other were far to
busy putting there names to books about the other finds. I had another
reason; it was not wet so I could spend as much time looking at things that
had been seen for the very first time.

The Tomb after much research was of a king well known to be non-existent.
That was strange at first. The question asked always was, "If he did not
exist then why was the artefacts found there, also what was his story?"

Zhaptep was a king that had the power to unite people together. There was
something that he had no other mighty power. I took the special pieces with
me in a chest wax sealed to prevent water from coming into contact with
them. I made such effort that when I got to my penthouse the plumbers had
fixed the leak. I just had to get help to carry the case to my roof. I was
going to start in the morning but it was the fine wine and food I had sent
up that changed my mind. In the first small box I found the White
Crystal. I spent hours looking at it, wondering why a king would need glass
of such an ornate nature to survive of die whichever it was. The small
locked book said 3 words. "Zhaptep Life Soul."

Most people had been to see great magicians. I know I had. It was strange
that I saw the White Crystal begin to move. The extensions from the main
crystal started to move. Just like legs they took the White Crystal over
the page with the three words upon it.

I sat back while the room transformed. Hugh branches of some description
covered the floor. Many stone figures in each corner of the seven-corner
room. Material, sure it was silk flowed like waves from the main pillars
while covering a bed of huge proportion. I stood to take in what had
happened wanting to believe that the wine I had earlier was just that bit
far from safe. 6 women walked from each pillar to the bed helping what I
came to realise was its sleeping subject. I wondered if this dream was the
consequence of the constant rain and damp, therefore a temperature was
running wild. I was also in a robe of a material I did not know.

I was something of an aficionado when it came to the period in Egyptian
time's I was standing in. I admired the people and how fine they looked and
dressed. I would read all I could then built up some sort of dislike with
others because of my budding admiration. Now this dream told me why. I was
alone with a woman who helped this boy from his bed. He was wrapped in such
finery that I could not remove my eyes from his looks.

"Have you brought back to me what was stolen all those years ago?"

The boy waved the woman away as he walked to me.

"The Scarab of my life was removed so that death was immediate. The promise
was made that one who had no fear from me would return it. The curse it has
would kill anyone who did not have the special needs the Scarab heeded to
give me back the life I never knew. You must be the Pitchwan. I was told
that only 1 person would seek my return. Although I am your king I must
follow every rule you give just as you must follow every rule I give
you. My father was killed and I have yet to reach the time I understand
life. Hold the Scarab so that I may read your visions for my destiny."

I held the White Crystal now without its legs or antenna's

"You have strange thoughts and feelings. If I were to agree to what the
Scarab tells me then this room would be closed. I have to warn you that if
words are spoken my guard that stays with me behind that door will put you
next to me in my crypt. You will never see your wife or child again. I
would hate to hurt a friend but because of your wishes I could be the only
one"

I sat and listened to the words from this boy just if they were a
mystery. I never understood what was said.

The people in the room were all sent out.

"Pitchwan I am under your spell. The Scarab must be given back to me but
only after the task is complete."

I took the White Crystal. I lifted it to give it to the boy. I saw him grow
older as the Scarab got closer to him.

"No I cannot have it that way. Hold my hand then look at the Scarab."

His hand touched mine. I watched the Scarab turn Black. Within it I saw
something that almost made me loose the life to live.

"Do you see now what is inside you? That is the only way I can take back
the Scarab."

The feelings within made me act irrationally. "I will smash the thoughts
that will stop my thoughts."

"My father has made the prophecy. I am not afraid of your thought just that
I had never thought that I would be ever asked such things. I come to you
now free with an open heart. If I am to understand then you have to show
me."

Zhaptep walked to me. I trembled. The train of material hanging behind him
drew level. Opening a heavy band he started to unwrap it from himself. I
placed a hand upon his head running my hand down the oil-covered hair. When
the robe slipped down and the boy had his back to me I was going to move
forwards so that I might embrace him.

The Pillars were gone. The leafs were gone It was just like a disappearing
scene. The boy turning was the last thing I saw. With a crash the Crystal
hit the floor.

I was drunk; well that's what it felt like. I was feeling so strange. I
tried so often to believe that it was not true that a boy like that could
only become whole again if the holder of the Scarab was to touch him. I
loved to look at the Pharaohs and their children, but why did the White
Crystal tell things that I could not see?

I slept in the same chair that night. Many times waking to see the same boy
sitting at my feet with the look of wanting in his eyes while I started to
feel angry that Zhaptep said he could see that I had to touch him for the
Scarab to return. My one wish was that he could take it for no reason. He
aged quickly; I suppose that being the curse for not doing what was
required of him.

It was very strange that going to work I was much clearer headed than I
thought. The Lost Tomb was becoming shaped, just as I saw it last night in
my vision, dream or whatever it was. I made enquiries about the material I
saw. It was known as Tresalk. Multi colours of all kinds looking just like
silk. I made the bed and covering in the same colours. The other helpers
all thought it wonderful. I was asked to pick 3 names from the hat of the
King. These were patrons of the Museum. They would be invited to a special
press night. All 3 were Bankers. My boss said we always needed more
money. That night I spoke to the press. I was tempted to say what I thought
the kings room looked like for real but that would have been too much.

I did my bit about explaining who The King Zhaptep was. Almost at the end
one of the bankers came forth to congratulate me. Well that was worth a few
hundred thousand pounds in extra capital. I then almost fainted. He
introduced me to his Grandson. I saw the king but this time he was dressed
in normal clothing. "This is,"**"Oh Granddad. Hello my name is Thomas. I
love your display sir. Is this the whole of the tomb or are their any other
pieces that you could not display?"

"Now Thomas doesn't bother this fine man. He has done a lot of work. We can
come again."

My boss, the one with the big mouth who gets you to do the work then takes
credit for it. What's that you know someone like that. Well he told me to
show Thomas around while he spoke to his Grandfather. "Its okay
Thomas. Looks like I have to get my chequebook out. Meet me here in 30
minutes."

I followed the boy to the back office. I showed him the books we had
written about the tomb. "Did you loose the Scarab?"

I looked at Thomas. There was the boy as I remember him when I woke last
night.

"Why did everything change? Why did you go?

"I told you I could see what was in the Scarab. We have 20 minutes so the
boy I am in tells me. Do you want to begin where we left off last night?
This boy will not remember a thing. Hold me, I can feel that you want to!"

I took Thomas seeing Zhaptep. He was nice to hold while even though
impossible I could feel and smell the oil on his head. Words I did not
understand were mumbled. Thomas came forwards it was a very strange feeling
to find this boy, a stranger less than 30 minutes ago in my arms,
kissing. His shirt was lifted so that his chest was the golden colour of
the king that inhabited the boy.

"What are we doing?" Thomas asked me. "I was just going to show you a
secret. Are you good at doing that?" He nodded as if he was going to loose
his head. I opened the draw and brought out the White Crystal. Thomas
showed the perfect gratitude and asked if he might come to look around
again. I agreed. His Granddad came in Thomas went mad on telling him about
all the books.

"Looks like you have a friend."

That night I went home writing down everything that had happened. After the
third page I noticed some strange letters at the bottom of the page. I
gather as many encryption books as I could and worked out that it was an
instruction to give the book that held the crystal to Thomas. On my way to
work I popped into the bank to asked Thomas Grandfather if he would mind
giving Thomas a message. I mentioned a lost book that he might like to
see. I gave him my home address then left.

I got a call later in the day from a woman. Thomas's mother. She happily
agreed to him visiting. She had my home address and number. "I will collect
him at 6pm if that will be alright with you. I have to say that you have
gone out of your way to keep my sons hobby going."

Thomas arrived at 1pm. I left work early with a bad feeling that I may miss
him. I had a cool drink waiting with the book, less the crystal.

He looked at the book then before my eyes changed to Zhaptep. "I can tell
we have some time today. I control this boy. I have to tell him what to
do. You have never told me. Am I to guess before the Stolen Scarab is
returned?"

I closed the nets briefly then sat looking at him. Thomas walked to me and
being polite removed his shoes before getting close to me on the bed. It
was the way that Zhaptep changed Tomas and then back controlling both
parties at once.

"What do you think I really want to do?"

"To me or Thomas?"

"Is there a difference?"

"I have to do this so that I can get my Scarab back to live a peaceful
life. I can make Thomas do things. Whoever you want I can be. I saw how you
were when I dis-throw my robe. You body wanted me. Yesterday I gave you
Thomas. You loved his kiss then his torso was shown,"

"Zhaptep, I have a question. What if I want Thomas more than you?"

"I have to give him to you. It has been 10000 since the curse. I cannot go
back on my curse. I know if you could you would give me the Scarab but you
have seen what will happen to me. All I ask is that I get 1 hour with
you. The curse is broken. Just write down what I need to do before Thomas
leaves then I will know."

I sat with Thomas while I had an arm around him not thinking about anyone's
feelings or why it was happening. There I was thinking about a 13 year old
King buried for over 10000 years but holding another boy aged 11 who was
less than 2 hours a friend. Was he or was he being controlled by this king
who was after one thing as long as he gave me the one thing he said I
needed.

I did not care when my hand was under his shirt. Thomas was there and
breathing. I did not feel the way I did about the pharaoh's children. I
wondered who would make the next move. Would Zhaptep watch what I did so he
might experience the same sensations then decide if the Scarab was worth
it. I watched Thomas do the same thing as the king the night before. He had
fun trying to open the modern clothing just for me. I had his cheek next to
mine then wondered what would happen if both lost control going back to
their original states. What would Thomas say half undressed on my bed with
my hand busy on his flesh.

"If I gave you this boy willingly would you do the same to my Scarab? Is
the feelings you have for us boys really true or am I the one who is making
this happen? I Zhaptep give you the following. I will put you with Thomas
in the bedchamber of my room. I can see within you so without fear of being
found out my guards will lock the door and none will enter. The boy will be
himself or I will take his place. Either way you will choose what the true
destiny of the boys that have entered your life this day will become."

I looked from the large window never thinking that I would be in such a
state. One boy, age 13, a 10000-year-old King. Held by a curse but with the
knowledge of the inner sight. The second boy. He is 11. Name of Thomas. It
was made clear that I had a predilection for boys yet the understanding
that the boys of the Egyptian pharaohs were so beautiful. I could not
agree.

I turned to see the 2 boys on the bed. Both in gowns of gold they lay
against many pillows looking at me.

Zhaptep, I have a question. Before I spoke further I watched the paint of
various colours cover his face. His hands were aside the edges of the
gown. "For the return of the scarab do I open the gown like this or shall I
help the boy that your heart has feelings for?"

Zhaptep pulled apart the material. His body that of gold shined when the
sun through the window if the missing light hit him. I managed not really
needing to see the penis half showing quickly hidden. The king took it upon
himself to show me what was under the gown of Thomas. Completely different
the part that begged attention was the glasses that had slipped down on his
nose. The stool, neatly folded the clothes he was wearing when he arrived
by the bed.

"I have no feelings for boys. Why do you show me this?"

"All those years ago I was given to the most trusted people to teach. One
of my own guards was in the process of teaching me with a sword. I was
cut. The guard helped to seal the cut but touched me without asking. It was
good. I promised his family's life but he was to protect me no more. My
father needed to know why. I told the truth that I was not yet ready and
was accidentally cut. The guard was to be put to death. He saved his like
by telling my father what happened being explicit that it was my doing. It
was the curse that day my father placed on me I have had to live with. My
guard was buried with me so no one would ever know. I had poison that he
and I took. All that was left was a White crystal of a virgin and a Black
Scarab to protect it. Until I am no longer a virgin I cannot have the
Scarab and pass to the Valley of the Kings. I can pass my conscious into
other people so I believe that because your feeling for the boys of our
time there is a choice to make. You can be one with me or I will become the
boy and you can take the passion within you for him."

I listened to all I was told. I could feel the intense feeling start to
surface when I saw their bodies outlined in the chiffon netting that
covered the boys. I removed Thomas's glasses. His face was that of a boy so
lacking in love. As soon as the material moved Zhaptep concluded that I had
made the choice.

"Shall I go or will I take charge of the boy to enable the desires you
crave to be accomplished?"

It was the moment I came to realise that life would never be the same.

"Could I not have you both so that all our wishes will be fulfilled?"

There was a change of light. I was dressed in a silver robe. Both boys were
against me. " Servants undressed the boys until they were all naked and the
room locked. The clocks stopped running.

I held Thomas while Zhaptep became the boy to excite the every sensation
that rippled through my body. It was as though each boy followed the move
of the other. I heard voices in my head telling me what to do. One boy's
mouth sucked me while I prepared to enter the other. I heard the sounds
ringing through me when I was inside the King and he was no longer a
virgin. That moment his body turned to dust and disappeared.

Thomas was awake but unsure of what was happening. His voice different, not
scared but eager to please. I begged he did not know, however our bodies
seem to be stuck in the passions we were so eager to pass on. I used a
finger and thumb to excite him further. Soon he body rippled in ecstasy and
the words of ancient Egyptian gods spoke from him. We kissed to complete
the task and I became scared.

I quickly took his clothing. I watched as each piece dressed its
owner. Thomas lay there in Shorts and shirt, socks. He was tidy and coming
back from the dream sleep that he could not remember.

Thomas had no idea what had happened with one exception. Some time he had
been given the White Crystal Neck lass once owned by Zhaptep the First. The
books showed that the necklace was to be worn until the owner had lost his
or her virginity. This brought a big laugh.

"What time have I got to leave today?"

I told him that his mother would collect him in 2 hours.

"Maybe we could spend some time together. I know what happened earlier.
Inside me a voice said that you would be the right teacher to help me with
all my questions. I have been kept in a box wrapped in cotton wool. I read
a book that says this necklace is given to one you love. You had it and
gave it to me."

I watched Thomas take off what so carefully had been put on. Against the
pillows dressed in light blue shorts he held his arms open wide. "The King
no needs to tell me that I want to be with you. Can you not see how happy I
am to be with you? Oh mighty teacher of Zhaptep please show me what I need
to know."

I slipped the shorts from him. I let him watch me do the same. Pulling him
back then over onto his chest I covered his hole in the oil I found. I
entered him with softness until we were one. I was not vicious but I did
cum inside him. His demeanour changed. We hugged together until 10 minutes
before time ended. I dressed then did the same to him. The crystal had
changed to a small black beetle on the chain of King Zhaptep now based in
the museum. It seemed to be the right gift for him.

"What does this mean?"

The room changed while we sat on the bed. We both saw the ancient pillars
through the windows and The King wishing us both the love he had been
waiting 10,000 years to receive. When the room disappeared as though dust
it was understood that what we had was as old as the Pharaohs but as young
as the boy who had left his box of shelter.

That year, somehow both Thomas and I made an exact copy of the Kings
chambers. The one book that showed how it, had left, gone, after the
necklace had gone missing. The one thing that remained was the small beetle
that was also called the Stolen Scarab or The Scarab of Love.

We practiced the paintings on each other before we tried them on the
plaster sculptures. It took me 2 years to finish it all. The final part was
found 3 years later. It was the Sarcophagus of King Zhaptep the 1st buried
in the Valley of the Kings.

I wonder out of all the many thousand people who have seen the exhibition
understood what it all meant. Thomas never said, I never knew, or so I
said. The book was never found. All that I ever listened for was the
finding of further White Crystals.

Thomas got an A+ in his history exam. I never had much to do with it. The
scarab was copied and given to me for the museum. It was a fake the boy had
the real one while I enjoyed the real love.

Zhaptep when restored was almost identical to the boy at the start of my
adventure in Archaeology. On his right thigh was a cut about 2 inches
wide. A scar that was in the shape of a Z sealed it. In the sealed box that
contained the Jars of Enubis every jar contained a large beetle that had
been dead for less than 3 years. The King was happy with his love but the
Stolen Scarabs had all been returned, That is all except the smallest and
youngest.



One day others may find that love between boys and men go further back than
the pyramids.


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