Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 23:24:28 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Chronicles Of Whiteshadow Isle

Disclaimer:

Okay, my name is Double A and this is my epic, so listen up! This story
contains lots of hot gay sex between teenage boys and between a teenage boy
and a preteen boy. If that kind of stuff bugs you, than stop reading this
and and go watch Teletubbies or something!

This thing took almost a year to write, believe it or not.

Now, let's get to it!....

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     The land of Whiteshadow Isle was noisy with activity on the 3rd day of
Falcon's Eye, especially in the capital city of Dawson. The heir to the
throne of Whiteshadow, Prince Shawn, had turned 15 and, therefore, today
was a day of celebration throughout the Isle. Most important, however, was
the event that was to take place after the celebration at Whiteshadow
Palace; Something that made his 15th birthday different from every
other. It was time for him to undergo an ancient Whiteshadow Isle ritual
known as "The Choosing."

     Throughout the day and into the evening, men, and boys from all over
the land poured through the open gates of the palace and into an enormous
ballroom. Only the older ones had ever been inside the palace, this being
the first time since the celebration of the birth of Shawn. Some of the men
were nobility or sons of nobles, but most were simple peasants. They spent
their time dancing to joyous music, eating delicious food, and, of course,
preparing themselves for what was to happen later that night. Women, of
course, were not invited to the celebration, but were content to remain in
the temples around the land, and pray for a good harvest, which was fast
approaching.

     The celebration went on for several hours, the ballroom filled with
the noise of musicians playing, feet stomping, and laughter ringing
throughout the halls. As the sun began to set however, the party slowly
began to calm down. Some of the younger boys leaned in their chairs with
droopy eyes, while others were snoring quietly on the tables. Groups of
some of the older boys sat in corners joking to each other and drinking
ale, which their bodies were not mature enough to handle. Consequently, the
corners sounded with abnormal laughter and the occasional sound of a body
falling out of a chair, which resulted in more laughter from the rest of
the group. The men also sat in their groups, but didn't touch the alcohol
and talked only about what Shawn might look like. Nobody outside the palace
had ever seen more than a quick glimpse of him since he'd been born. He so
seldom went out in public and when he did, it was with a heavy escort who
hit anybody who came too close. They all argued as to which of their sons
would be chosen.

All sounds quickly quieted down, as people saw the two kings of Whiteshadow
Isle make their way over to the balcony overlooking the ballroom. Two
flights of stairs came down from the balcony, leading into the ballroom,
and each king stood next to one. King Luke smiled down at the crowd below,
his short black hair shining as if freshly washed, and said in a gravelly,
but pleasant sounding voice, "Thank you all for coming. Most of you, I'm
sure, have never been to the palace and I hope that you all enjoy the
extravagance that it has and the luxury that it's sure to offer. I say
this, of course, because one of you will be living here from now on."

The crowd of men below looked at each other and smiled, while others were
too busy waking up and composing their children to hear much of what he
said. King Brett looked on, brushing his long red hair from his face with
his fingers, and quickly took care of this by clearing his throat and
announcing in a loud voice of command, absent of much emotion, "The time of
the Choosing is very near! All those who wish to be a part of it, please
get ready, and have all your sons stand straight backed against the east
wall while you stand next to them! Once the Choosing is complete, all must
leave and be content with the Prince's choice! Any dispute should be taken
up with Colonel Garrett or any other member of the Royal Army! They know
how to deal with complainers!"

 As soon as the gruff commands of King Brett were complete, men and boys
alike rushed around the room while guards cleared away the food from the
tables and cleaned up the vomit from the older boys. Within minutes,
thousands of men and boys, some as old as fifty and some as young as two,
were standing totally naked against the east wall. Their clothes were
sitting in small piles around the room. Both kings overlooked the sight
with smiles; Some of the bodies below would be a fine catch for any
men. Some of them looked so clean, they almost sparkled, while others
looked like they just came from cleaning the royal stables. Some wore hair
down to the middle their backs, while others had shaven heads. Some looked
stoned face, ready for the ritual, while others, mostly the very young
boys, looked around uneasily and nervously as if they didn't know why there
were here and if they did, they didn't want to be here. Some penises were
totally flaccid while others were already erect and throbbing. Some men
were circumcised while others were not.  Some men were short and fat and
others were tall and skinny, while the little boys were mostly short and
skinny with small penises. The sheer sight of it all, caused both kings to
become erect underneath their silk trousers, but they both smiled, knowing
that the problem would be fixed later on, when Brett and Luke could be
alone. Luke still thought it seemed pointless for the fathers of the boys
to undress, but tradition stated that the condition of the father's body
was a good indication of how the child would turn out and, thus, was a
major factor in Choosing.

Since everybody seemed ready and the room was cleared, Brett looked down at
the masses and smiled, "Since you are all ready, I'd like to introduce the
Prince."

     He turned around and called, "Shawn! It is time!"

     A voice responded from somewhere in the castle, "I don't wanna!"

     Luke smiled slightly and called back, "It's tradition, son! I'm sure
there are some guys here who would please you!"

     "It's a stupid tradition and I don't want a guy! Besides, these
clothes you gave me are so funny looking!" came the response.

     Brett shook his head and laughed, "Shawn! Centuries of tradition
cannot be defiled because you don't like your father's and my fashion
sense! If you don't come down and choose right this instant, you will
collapse our kingdom!"

     There was a pause and then, "Oh, all right! But I still think it's a
stupid tradition!"

     Luke turned back to the anticipating crowd and shrugged, "Kids . . . "

Part of the crowd laughed, but the majority wanted to get this over with.

     After a few minutes, Luke and Brett turned around briefly than looked
at the crowd and proclaimed, "We now present Prince Shawn of Whiteshadow
Isle!"

     The crowd all snaked their necks to look upward and held their breath
in anticipation.

     A boy appeared at the stairway closest to Luke and stood next to him
with a sour look on his face. The boy had long black hair tied back in a
ponytail with a purple velvet ribbon, brown eyes and was fairly tall and
thin. His face was pale, as if he was kept out of the sun, and didn't have
a single blemish or freckle on it, only a small cleft in his chin. He had a
mature look to his face, but stood very close to Luke and kept looking at
him in impatience, like a child might if forced to attend an adult
function. Added to his shyness, was his clothing . . . or lack thereof. He
wore only a navy blue tube top that just barely covered his slightly
muscled chest and totally revealed his almost flat stomach, and a pair of
black jean shorts that were cut so short that they ended just above his
thighs. He was also barefoot and looked terribly uncomfortable as he stood
next to Luke with a red tinge to his face and neck. He looked so much like
a commoner that except for a ring of solid gold on his right hand, you'd
never know he was anything more than a peasant.

     The crowd stared at Prince Shawn in infatuation, though. Despite his
shyness and obvious disgust, they found him a beautiful boy and someone who
most of the crowd longed to fuck.

     Shawn stared up at Luke and whined, "Dad . . . Do I have to?"

     Luke nodded, "All princes of Whiteshadow must undergo the Choosing on
the day of their fifteenth birthday. Now . . . Go down there and select the
guy who shall reign beside you when Brett or I pass into the spiritual
world."

     Shawn began to pout, looking even more like a child, "Oh, dad
. . . Brett . . . This is so stupid!"

     Brett looked over at young Shawn and smiled sympathetically, "It's
time, boy. Go down and choose a male just as your father chose me, many
years ago."

     Shawn looked at Luke and Brett with a desperate look on his face, but
seeing no way of getting out of it, he slowly walked downstairs. Reaching
the ballroom, he blushed brighter and looked at the ground when he saw so
many thousands of men were staring at him in expectation, making little
gestures to come over and appraise their children. "Such crap . . . "
thought Shawn to himself, "All these people desire, are their kids to be
the next king! A bunch of snobbish fathers with children who think they are
king shit."

     A man raced forward and grabbed Shawn's wrist. The guards quickly left
their post and tackled him before he could reach Shawn, however, he heard
the man yell as he was being lifted up and escorted toward the door, "Pick
my boy! He has a nice cock and would love to play with you!"

     Shawn shook his head at the scene and blushed even more as he saw a
boy, who must have been the man's son, staring at him intently with a look
that begged for attention. It sickened Shawn to his stomach to have this
ritual take place at all. He liked boys and all, enjoying playing with the
sons of visiting nobility, but to have such blatant displays going on. What
really made Shawn mad was that some of the boys were dressed so smartly,
yet had bruises on their face, evidence of their father's desire for them
to be king. Shawn kept staring back at his father, who only looked at him
and motioned with his head for him to pick someone.

     Shawn walked up and down the room, peering at the sickening displays
trying to win his favor: The silk clothing, styled hair and sweet-smelling
colognes. Suddenly, there was a great crash as one of the tables collapsed
to the ground. A small boy scurried away from the rubble and, seeing the
intruder, the guards took off after him, swords drawn. Shawn saw the boy
run past him, his hands and face covered in jam and crumbs of bread and
holding a small piece of cake that was crumbling in his hands. The guards
chased the child around until Colonel Garrett, a large, well armored, and
powerful looking man, dove and tackled the small child to the ground. His
heavy armor totally hiding the boy from view until the Colonel stood up,
pulling the boy up by his arm, and threw him against the wall, "Think you
can sneak into our ritual and steal our food, do you?!"  he growled.

With a quick movement, he slapped the boy across his cheek, turning it red
and causing him to fall down. The small boy began to cry loudly, covering
up the noise of all the men and boys against the wall murmuring to each
other about what effect this would have on the ritual. Shawn quickly ran
over and grabbed Colonel Garrett's wrist just before he was about to hit
the sobbing child again. Garrett turned and sneered at Shawn; If he wanted
to hit the child again, Shawn's feeble hands could not restrain him. "Go
back to your Choosing, my prince. I will deal with this beggar boy and
quickly exonerate him from our palace."

 Shawn peered down at the boy, his filthy face buried in his grimy hands
and his whole body shaking as he sobbed loudly. He looked no older than
nine or 10 and was awfully thin and very dirty. Shawn peered back at the
crowd of people, who seemed now to be talking about what their prince was
doing stopping a soldier from evicting a beggar boy, and then back at
Colonel Garrett.

He summoned up his most commanding voice and ordered, "Don't you dare lay a
hand on the second heir to the Whiteshadow throne!"

He said it loud enough that everyone in the room could hear, and they
immediately exploded into a raucous of argument and disbelief. Colonel
Garrett stared at Shawn as if he'd lost his mind, but did not fight when
Shawn gently lifted the boy to his feet and whispered to him, "Don't worry.
Everything's gonna be fine. Just stay close to me and nobody here will
touch you."

When the boy took his hands from his face, some of the dirt from them had
wiped off onto it, making it even dirtier. The boy sniffled, his eyes still
puffy from crying and his cheek still red, visible even through the
gunk. He looked up at Shawn and smiled shyly, taking his hand when he
offered it. Together, they walked to the center of the room and Shawn
looked up at his father, "I've made my choice." He said simply.

The people were in an uproar. A man yelled to nobody in particular, "How
can this be?! How can he pick a vagabond over my son, son of the Baron of
Levesque?!" Another man yelled at Shawn, "You ungrateful little bastard!
How could you condemn our kingdom to be ruled by an ass and a beggar?!" Yet
another yelled at King Luke, "Your son is not allowed to do that?! Explain
to him the ritual and have him choose again!"

Shawn backed away from the angered masses, the beggar boy huddling behind
him. King Luke loudly cleared his throat and held his arms up for
silence. When that didn't work, Colonel Garrett and the rest of the
soldiers drew their swords and the crowd finally quieted down. King Luke
lowered his hands and spoke to the masses, but stared at Shawn, "The ritual
states that on the fifteenth birthday of a Prince of Whiteshadow Isle, he
must choose a boy to rule beside him as king, when his time comes. The boy
must be chosen of the prince's own free will, and he must be a citizen of
Whiteshadow Isle. Since this boy looks in no condition to have made the
trip all the way from Opal Bay harbor, I'm assuming that he was born
here. As well, my son *did* choose him of his own free will. It says
nothing in the scriptures about the boy having to come from a certain
lineage. There is nothing I can do, but citizens of Whiteshadow Isle
. . . The prince has chosen his mate. Now, guards, please help everybody
out."

The soldiers advanced on the people, who visibly seething, took their
children and were led out of the palace.

In a few minutes, everybody had left, but Shawn remained in a corner of the
room, sitting on the floor huddling with the dirty boy. Luke and Brett
walked down the stairs and slowly approached the prince. Shawn sat in the
corner, the boy sitting beside him looking confused and occasionally
licking his fingers, trying to get the residual food off them. Tears ran
down Shawn's face as Luke and Brett arrived at the far corner where he
sat. Shawn looked up at them and began to sob, "Why . . . Why were all the
people so mean to me? Why did I have to do this damn ritual!?"

Luke knelt down beside Shawn and gently undid the ribbon that tied his
hair, letting his long black mane hang loosely down his back. He leaned
forward, kissed his son softly on the cheek, and put his arm around him,
hugging him gently. He looked at Shawn and said, "They're just commoners,
most of them. You pay them no heed, my son. I must inquire, however, as to
why you chose . . .  ummm . . . " Luke's voice trailed off as he stared at
the small boy next to Shawn, now looking around nervously as he began to
realize that the party was over and people were beginning to notice him.

Shawn shrugged, "I don't know. Everybody seemed so fake . . . It was the
only way I could stop Garrett."

Luke nodded, but looked solemn, "Be that as it may, ritual states that once
a Prince has made his choice, it is unbreakable. Regardless of your
reasons, this boy is now stuck with you until he dies and he will be king
alongside you."

Shawn nodded, "Everybody else was so fake . . . "

Luke stood up and, for a moment, simply stared at the boy as he huddled in
the corner and tried to remain inconspicuous. Finally, he said, "So, what's
your name, squire?"

The boy didn't answer, and Shawn reached down and rubbed his hand through
the boy's grimy hair. The boy looked up at Shawn with a start and Shawn
smiled and said, "What's your name?"

The boy looked down and his face scrunched up, as he seemed to be thinking
hard. After almost a minute, he said in a high-pitched, musical sounding
voice, "Carter."

Shawn smiled up at his father and Brett and then looked back down at the
boy, "So, where is your dad, Carter?"

He shrugged, "Died in a shipwreck a while ago. Been living in the streets."

"And how old are you, Carter?" asked Luke

"Nine . . . I think. Before my daddy died, I was six and that was about
three years ago. Can I go back to the streets?"

Luke smirked, "Nine. Youngest boy chosen in the history of the land of
Whiteshadow Isle." He thought to himself.

Shawn shook his head, "No, Carter, you live here now. I'm going to take
care of you."

Carter's face lit up upon hearing that, "Here? Wow! This place is keen! Can
I have some of that good bread and jam?"

Shawn laughed and said, "You can have whatever you want. Right now, though,
you're gonna get a good bath."

Carter cocked his head, "Bath? Cool! I haven't had one of those since daddy
died!"

Luke nodded, "That's good. Take Carter upstairs and bathe him
thoroughly. Since he's yours, he'll sleep with you from now on. Brett and I
will see you tomorrow morning for breakfast."

With that, Luke put his arm around Brett and they both walked back toward
the stairs. Shawn stood up and wiped the rest of the tears from his
face. Carter stood up too and wiped his face as well, which didn't do much
good.

"Come on." Shawn said and walked off toward the stairs as his father and
Brett had. Carter skipped along beside him, giggling as he looked around
the huge room. "Is all this mine?" he asked Shawn. Shawn nodded, "It's all
yours, but you have to share it with everybody else who lives here.  Plus,
you have to stay with me."

Carter nodded and smiled, "You're nice!"

Shawn smirked and he and Carter walked up the stairs, down a long hallway,
up another flight of stairs, down another hallway, through a door and then
they were in Shawn's room. Carter's eyes were as wide as saucers as he
looked around at the enormous room. "Is this my room?" Carter giggled.

Shawn nodded, "And mine. However, before you touch anything, we're going to
clean you up."

Shawn ushered Carter through the enormous room and into an equally enormous
bathroom. In the center, was a round tub, big enough for ten boys Carter's
size. Shawn was hoping to bathe with Carter soon, but right now, the boy
needed one alone. The boy was covered in dirt, but looked pretty cute
anyway.

"Okay, take off your clothes and get in the water." Shawn said.

Carter was wearing a torn shirt, black with dirt, and all sorts of other
gunk, causing it to stick to him. He was also wearing breeches, which were
also filthy. Carter quickly peeled off his shirt and pants and jumped into
the tub. Shawn gingerly picked up the pile of disgusting clothes and tossed
them into the garbage slot at the far end of the bathroom. He went back
over and saw Carter happily splashing in the water, "Mmm . . . This is so
warm! All the water on the street is freezing cold!" Shawn smiled and
pressed a button on the wall of the bathroom. The water began to churn as
jets began to swirl the water around. Carter jumped as one of the jets
behind him started, and swam to the other end of the tub, the only part
visible now through the churning tub was his filthy face. He squealed,
"Ooh! That tickles!"

"Dunk your head underwater quickly."

Carter looked hesitant, so Shawn went over to him, "Let me help. Hold your
breath." Carter took a deep breath and Shawn pushed him under the water for
a few seconds. When he surfaced, Shawn gasped. The powerful jets seemed to
have scrubbed some of the dirt off his face and, though he couldn't see due
to the churning water, his body. Shawn could see now that Carter had long
honey blond hair and blue eyes. When he surfaced, he opened his eyes and
started giggling again and Shawn could see cute dimples in both cheeks when
he smiled. He had a small nose and, except for a small freckle on his right
cheek, his face was totally unblemished. Even though not totally clean,
Shawn knew right away that he loved this boy. He was so happy and excited,
but very adorable.  Having a boy who needed a home, like Carter, was much
better than having a greedy bastard like the other boys.

Shawn grabbed a bar of soap from the counter and proceeded to soap up
Carter, washing his hands, face, and body. Carter giggled loudly as Shawn
soaped up his hairless armpits and tummy.  Shawn couldn't help laughing
along with him. Carter was very thin, but he had a small pot belly of
babyfat that made his stomach not totally flat and Shawn found this just
delicious. The soap was good quality and got the dirt off very well. Shawn
smiled and took a deep breath as he decided on his next cleaning
spot. "Carter, stand up." Carter stood up and Shawn could not get over how
cute this kid was. He may have been six years younger than Shawn, but that
didn't stop him from wanting this boy's prepubescent body in every possible
way. Case and point, Carter stood up and Shawn rubbed soap all over his own
hands and proceeded to wash Carter's thighs and legs.

Gradually, his hands moved over to Carter's crotch. His penis was
circumcised and only about a half an inch long in its limp state. His ball
sack was small and round, no definition at all as to what was inside. Shawn
soaped his hands more and rubbed them all over Carter's tiny prick and
scrotum, being very gentle. Carter let out high-pitched giggles and begged
Shawn to quit tickling him. This only caused Shawn's 15-year-old cock to
become rigid in his shorts, but he didn't care if Carter noticed. After
all, he was going to be seeing it a lot over the many years that they had
to spend together. Shawn's horny mind wondered what Carter's small pricklet
would look like erect.  He was sure that a nine-year-old could get erect,
and wanted to see. He soaped his hand more and, handling the small organ
gently between his thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, he stroked it,
effectively masturbating the young child. The giggles began to get louder
and more frequent as Shawn stroked the little boy meat quicker. Suddenly,
just as he began to feel a stiffening in it, Carter stopped giggling and
quickly sank under the water, a blush coming over his face. "What's wrong?"
Shawn asked smiling.

Carter looked into the now black water, avoiding Shawn's gaze, as he said,
"My penis is getting hard . . . "

Shawn nodded, "It's okay. It's supposed to."

Carter looked up at Shawn, "Why?"

Shawn smiled, "Because I was rubbing it and I wanted it to get hard."

Carter looked confused, "Why?"

"Because a boy is able to feel really good and I wanted to help you feel
good."

Carter nodded in apparent understanding, "Do you ever feel good?"

Shawn laughed, "When you get to be my age, you want to feel good all the
time. When you're done your bath, I'll make you feel really, really good."

Carter giggled, "Okay. I wanna be done now!"

Shawn nodded, "Okay, just one more place to clean and we'll be done. Now
stand up and turn around."

Carter smiled and quickly stood up and turned around, eager to finish the
bath. His little penis now stood about one and some half inches in full
erect glory. Shawn really wanted to finish this bath soon! Shawn soaped up
his hands again and gently began to rub them along Carter's butt cheeks.
He slowly parted them, revealing his tiny asshole. Shawn's index finger was
covered in soap already, so he gently placed it over the little hole and
slowly twisted it in a bit. Carter giggled loudly and almost jumped up and
down. "Does that feel good, Carter?" Shawn asked as he slowly pushed his
finger a little deeper inside.

"Sorta. Feels kind of funny, but . . . neat, I guess."

Shawn nodded and finished soaping up his bum, then told Carter to sit down
again. The jets and soap had scrubbed his body of all the dirt and Shawn
gently lifted Carter out of the tub and rubbed him dry with his towel. When
he was done, Shawn put the towel back on the rack and him and Carter left
the bathroom. Carter blushed as he looked up at Shawn, "I feel kinda weird
walking around naked."

Shawn shook his head, "Don't. You can do that all the time here. I do
sometimes too." And with that, Shawn took off the tube top and shorts and
stood naked as well in front of the still glistening Carter. Carter's eyes
opened wide as they saw Shawn's erection, in full six inch fury, throbbing
madly and surrounded by a small bush of dark curly hair. This was in
delightful contrast to Carter's hairless body. Shawn smiled, "I know what
you're thinking. Don't worry, you'll look like this in a few years."

Carter continued to stare but smiled, "Your penis is hard, but mine is hard
too!" he reached down and took his tiny erection in between his fingers,
showing it to Shawn. The sight almost caused Shawn to cum right there.

Shawn looked down at Carter, his cock throbbing madly in response to the
cuteness of the adorable boy in front of him. The little boy's erect prick
sat between his fingers as he proudly showed it to the prince. Carter was
still blushing and seeming a bit embarrassed by the hardness of his little
pricklet, but seeing Shawn proudly displaying his throbbing boyhood must
have made him feel more comfortable.

Smiling, he knelt down and looked at the prepubescent cock in little
Carter's hand. It was so small, but so beautiful . . . and so delicious
looking. It gave Shawn great pleasure to simply stare at the beauty of the
boy's body, to imagine that it would look almost the same for the next
three years.  Until Puberty ravaged Carter's body, making his smooth skin
hard with muscle and covered in hair, and his adorable little penis and
balls grow to greater proportions, taking away their innocent childishness,
Shawn was going to make sure he spent as much time as possible with him.

"It's not as big as yours . . . " he heard Carter say.

He realized that, through his daydreaming, he was still staring at Carter's
penis. Looking up at the boy's slightly embarrassed face, he smiled and
said, "It doesn't matter. I love it anyway!"

Carter giggled and dropped his penis from his fingers, "Why would you love
my penis?"

Shawn stood up and, since he stood over a foot taller than Carter, looked
down at him and, still smiling, said, "You may not understand right now,
but soon you will learn to love boys' penises too."

Carter seemed confused, but Shawn expected that. He gently took Carter's
hand and led him over to the big bed on the far wall. Carter looked up at
Shawn and whined, "Wait! I don't wanna go to bed yet! You promised you'd
make me feel really good first!"

Shawn nodded, "I know. That's why we're going to the bed."

Carter's face showed he was confused, but Shawn's warm hand on his naked
shoulder made him feel really good already, so he obediently walked with
him. When they got to the bed, Shawn suddenly scooped Carter up and tossed
him onto it. He hit the soft bed with a thump and bounced up and down,
giggling after getting over the primary shock. Shawn jumped on it too, and
for a few seconds, they bounced up and down, Shawn and Carter laughing as
they rolled around.  Eventually, Shawn stopped bouncing and simply lay
there; Carter mimicked him and lay next to him.

Carter jumped when he felt Shawn's hand reach over and lightly rub over his
little prick. Carter must have thought it was an accident, because he
calmed down until he felt Shawn's hand reach over again, this time, Shawn's
body turned onto its side and he grabbed the once-again flaccid little
boyhood in his thumb and forefinger. Carter urgently looked over at Shawn
and gulped, "What are you doing?"

Shawn got on to his knees and used the hand not holding the little boy's
pricklet to gently stroke Carter's hair. He cooed and shushed the boy as if
he was a baby and softly said, "It's gonna be all right. Just close your
eyes and relax and remember that I love you."

He continued to stroke Carter's little dick, being so gentle as if it was
made of brittle glass. His fingers lightly touched it as he masturbated the
9-year-old boy, but only lightly. Carter whimpered and seemed to purr as
Shawn lightly rubbed the boy's small penis, still soft due to the minimal
contact it was getting from Shawn's hand. When his boyhood finally hardened
again to its full one-and-a-half inches, he panted loudly and seemed to cry
as he whispered in his prepubescent, high-pitched voice, "No . . . Please
. . . please stop . . . "

     However, Shawn didn't stop; If anything, he rubbed it faster, still
being extremely gentle and only barely touching it. Carter continued to
whimper his pleas, but they sounded so faraway and hollow, like the refusal
of a piece of pie that you desperately want. As Shawn continued to
masturbate the child, his hand went from stroking his hair to running his
hands down Carter's body. His fingers felt the velvet soft skin of the
freshly washed boy, felt his flat chest as it quickly rose and fell with
each of his pants. His skin was so smooth, so perfect, not like Shawn's own
chest, which had begun to harden with Puberty into something that, in a
year or so, would begin to sprout hair. His two tiny nipples, small dots on
his chest that stuck out into mini points with his growing arousal. Shawn
contemplated running his tongue up and down Carter's little chest and
seeing if his skin tasted as good as it looked. He didn't, however, for
fear that it would be too much for the small boy. The boy was already
tensing and shuddering, whimpering like a puppy; Getting closer and closer
to his very first orgasm.

Shawn's hand roamed farther down until it brushed over Carter's
tummy. Shawn's hand gently rubbed over his baby soft skin and Carter
giggled through his whimpers and arched his back.  Shawn smiled down at him
and rubbed Carter's little boyhood even faster, causing tears to come to
Carter's eyes as he started to quietly cry at the feelings that were
shooting through his little prick.  Shawn's other hand stroked down
Carter's little tummy, squishy with baby-fat, and rubbed his finger around
his bellybutton. Carter cried louder and his small hips began gently
thrusting up instinctively toward Shawn's stroking fingers.

Shawn's fingers then slowly brushed down to stroke around Carter's hairless
crotch. The area around Carter's swollen little pricklet was smooth and
soft. No hair would grow there for the next two or three year and it was
like silk.

Suddenly, Carter let out a loud cry and Shawn could feel all the muscles in
Carter's crotch and tummy rippling as orgasm washed over the
nine-year-old. Carter's tiny penis spasmed against Shawn's fingers,
desperately trying to squirt sperm that the young boy was far too young to
have.  Tears ran down Carter face as, for a full ten seconds, his whole
body shook as his boyish orgasm ran its course.

Shawn was so proud of Carter's introduction to sex, that he totally forgot
about his own erection, which was still hard. However, Carter lay asleep,
his young body tired out from his orgasm and Shawn was too tired himself to
do anything about it. He collapsed beside Carter and wrapped his arm around
the 9-year-old, hugging him gently as he slowly fell asleep.

Both boys, totally naked, lay asleep on top of the bed as the moon sunk
below the emerald hills.

     The next morning, Shawn was woken up early by the gentle shakes of
Carter. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the naked child hunching over
him, quietly calling his name. When he saw that Shawn was awake, he bent
down and kissed him on the cheek. Shawn looked up, grinning hugely, and
laughed, "What was *that* for?"

     Carter giggled and said, "For not stopping when I told you to. That
was soooo good! What was that?"

     Shawn sat up, "That was called an orgasm. You liked it, eh?"

     Carter giggled, "Yeah!"

     Shawn put his arm around Carter and hugged him, saying, "What a good
boy. You're such a good boy, Carter . . . "

     Carter smiled and, gazing down, said, "Do you want an orgasm now?"

     Shawn looked down and saw that Carter had noticed his typical morning
erection, a trait of most pubescent boys. Shawn looked at Carter and,
seeing that his smiling face was serious, he smiled back, "Yeah. Do you
wanna do it?"

     Carter's smile faded and he blushed and looked at his feet, "I don't
know how."

     Shawn squeezed Carter's shoulder and said, "Don't worry! I'll show
you."

     Shawn took Carter's shoulders and guided him down onto his
stomach. Patting Carter's head, he instructed, "Now, just take my penis in
your mouth and suck on it like a lollipop."

     The calmness of how he said it surprised Carter as he looked up and
exclaimed, "You want me to suck on your *dick*?!"

     Shawn laughed, "It's not bad! I'll do it to you later, I promise!"

     That lit up Carter's eyes, "You'll suck on mine? Cool!" and he took a
deep breath and bent down and slowly sunk his little mouth over the head of
Shawn's prick. Upon feeling the moist wetness of Carter's baby mouth on his
circumcised dick, Shawn leaned back and groaned, "Oh God!"

     Carter smiled as best he could with Shawn's 15-year-old cock in his
mouth, and sucked it just like Shawn had told him. He could only fit about
an inch in his mouth, but just like a lollipop, he licked and sucked all
around it. As Carter knelt between his legs licking, Shawn reached
underneath Carter's lithe body and took his tiny boyhood between his
fingers, stroking it gently, and feeling it hardening in boyish erection.

     For Carter's inexperience, Shawn found sheer pleasure in just having
his small body close to him. His naked skin was so soft and hairless and
so, so innocent. His teenage prick throbbed in Carter's mouth as he got
closer and closer to relieving the pressure that builds in the bodies of
young boys - A sexual pressure that can only be relieved in one way. Shawn
may have gotten the same innocence and purity from some other boy, but
nobody there was nearly as cute as little Carter. He wasn't trying to give
Carter another orgasm . . . He just loved the boy's small pricklet and
loved touching it.

Shawn's daydreaming slowly faded into another sort of dream as Shawn's
muscles stated tensing.  Carter's cute little tongue worked around Shawn's
manhood, drawing up tiny drops of clear precum. Carter either didn't notice
or didn't mind, but Shawn's grunts and groans amplified as his stomach
muscles tensed and his vision went all blurry until the only feelings he
had, was the cool mattress underneath him and the adorable little boy, not
even in double digits yet, sucking on his prick and getting his pubescent
hormones zooming around his pale body.

Shawn loudly groaned, "OH GOD!" and his stomach muscles rippled as orgasm
struck him hard.  His prick began spasming as Carter's had, only Shawn
*had* sperm and every time his prick spasmed, it shot another stream of
teenage cum into Carter's small mouth. After four shots of Shawn's boy
juice, Shawn's orgasm finally peaked and left him. He could have remained
kneeling there, holding Carter's prick between his fingers, all day, but
Carter let Shawn's now half-erect prick fall from his lips and straightened
up. Seeing Carter caused Shawn to drop the boy's prick.

Shawn had realized, too late, that Carter would probably be taken by
surprise when he came, but couldn't help giggling a little as he saw Carter
kneeling in front of him, his mouth slightly agape and cum dripping from
it.

"Swallow it!" Shawn laughed.

"A gig ba ish koo mukh!" was the response.

Shawn found it pretty sexy to see his own cum dripping from Carter's mouth,
down his chest and onto his stomach. He didn't want to dirty the bed,
though, so he quickly leaned over to Carter's body and licked all around,
drinking up the pools of his semen all over Carter's small body as Carter
giggled and squirmed around.

He licked all around his soft tummy, then ran his tongue up his chest,
getting all the goo from there, stopping to lick his nipples just for good
measure. They were as delicious as he thought and Carter moaned a little
and his prick became instantly erect at the contact. From there, Shawn
licked around and up Carter's neck until he finally reached his face. Shawn
smiled and quickly leaned in, opening his mouth and kissing the 9-year-old,
running his tongue all around the boy's mouth and drinking up the semen
that remained in there. After a few seconds, Shawn was surprised to find
Carter's baby tongue in his mouth too. They remained kissing for several
seconds until Shawn gently broke the contact and giggled at Carter. "I love
you so much!" He grinned. Carter giggled back and wrapped his skinny arms
around Shawn, hugging him tight, his little stiffy pressing against Shawn's
skin, "Thanks for making me feel so good. It was so horrible on the
street."

Shawn nodded and picked up Carter in his arms, bringing him across the room
to a large chest of drawers. He put Carter down and opened up one of the
drawers, pulling out a bunch of clothes and handing them to Carter with a
quick, "Here, put these one!" before closing it and opening another drawer
and getting garments for himself.

Carter brought the clothes he was given over to the bed and looked at them:
They consisted of a white silk shirt, purple velvet breeches, soft socks
and leather boots. Carter marveled at how nice the clothes felt and was
still examining them when Prince Shawn came over and laid a pile of clothes
beside him.

"Come on. Dad and Brett are probably already up and waiting. We have to
take a quick bath and get dressed. I have to show you off today."

He took Carter's hand and they went to the bathroom. Shawn gently lifted
Carter into the tub and than climbed in himself. He soaped Carter up first
and turned on the jets, than soaped himself up.  When all the soap was off,
Shawn quickly took Carter out and got out himself. Carter seemed sad about
not being able to stay in the warm water for very long, but Shawn rushed
him back into the room and helped Carter get dressed, than got dressed
himself. Shawn was wearing almost the same clothes as Carter except he had
a blue silk shirt and red velvet breeches, as well as a long cape with some
coat-of-arms on the back. After they were dressed, Shawn sat Carter on the
bed and knelt down in front of him. He quickly hugged him, "I'm sorry for
rushing you, but because we played with each other this morning, we're now
sort of late for breakfast. About what I said earlier, today we're going to
go in the royal carriage and drive around town so the townspeople of Dawson
can see you. They all hate you, because I chose you instead of their
children, but it's a stupid ritual."

Carter nodded, even though he wasn't totally clear on everything. Looking
over Carter and making last minute tucks and pulls, he was amazed at how
Carter looked; It was impossible to know that only yesterday, the
nine-year-old had been raiding garbage cans for food. They quickly left the
room and scurried downstairs where, as expected, Luke and Brett were
waiting at the breakfast table.

Seeing him approach, Brett looked up and smiled, "Ah, Shawn! So good of you
to find the time!"

Luke looked across the table at his lover, "Now, Brett . . . Shawn probably
wanted a few minutes this morning to play with his boy. Need I remind you
that when I chose you, we almost missed the Displaying all together."

Brett laughed and replied, "Yes, quite right. I assume though, young
prince, that you found the time to explain to Carter the Rules."

Shawn found a seat across from his father and Brett and Carter sat next to
him. In response to Brett's inquiry, though, Shawn shook his head, "I spent
much time washing him and we were too tired after playing to get into it."

Luke hadn't examined Carter very closely since he arrived, plus the fact
that he tagged quite close to Shawn, in shyness. Seeing him now, though,
made Luke smile hugely, "My my, Shawn! You certainly did a good job of
cleaning him. He's really a beautiful boy, despite being so young. Isn't he
a beautiful boy, Brett?"

Brett nodded, "Yes, he certainly is quite an attractive young lad, though I
emphasize the word 'young.' I really think he should be explained the rules
though."

Luke nodded, "Yes, I agree." He turned to look at Carter and said, "Now,
boy, you must realize that there are some rules that you must obey and
obligations that you must carry out and follow, are you clear?"

Carter blushed and nodded shyly, "Y..Yes sir."

Shawn turned to Carter and said, "Don't call him sir, Carter. First rule,
is on addressing my father and Brett. When no other guests are here, you
are allowed to call them Luke and Brett if you want. However, when guests
are staying with us, especially other royalty, you must refer to them,
respectively, as 'Your Highness', 'Your Majesty', or 'King Luke' and 'King
Brett'."

Luke nodded, "Next rule, is that until your fifteenth birthday, you are the
property of Shawn. You will follow Shawn everywhere and will not leave his
sight unless he gives you permission to. You will do whatever he tells you
to do, except for sex. It is your choice as to what you want to do with
Shawn and if you don't wish to do something Shawn asks you to do, you can
refuse and that will be that. This only applies to sex, though."

Shawn blushed and looked at Carter who looked back and giggled, whispering,
"I'll do anything you want me to do, as long as it feels as good as the
other stuff."

Brett continued, "The final rule, boy, only applies in rare cases and I
wouldn't worry about it, but in the event that Shawn is deemed unfit to be
an heir or in the event that he dies before he becomes king, your life will
be forfeit."

Carter leaned over and whispered, "What does that mean?"

Shawn quickly shook his head, "You don't worry about it. Just stick close
to me at all times and act polite in front of guests and you'll be cool."

Luke's face, emotionless during the saying of the rules, smiled now as he
said, "Now, here are your obligations and rights. First, keep in mind that
you are now a member of royalty. You must act like it in front of people,
especially townsfolk. If a townsperson ever bothers you, you simply tell
one of the guards who will be with you at all times when out of the palace,
and they will deal with them. Secondly, after us and Shawn, you have
authority in the Palace. If you want something to eat, ask for it and the
royal chef will make it for you at all hours. If you want a toy to play
with, ask for it and our best toy-maker will create it for you. Nobody can
boss you around and if anybody in the palace, other than us or Shawn,
treats you with disrespect, tell us or a guard and they will be dealt
with. Well, that's all. Now, let's enjoy breakfast."

Luke, Brett, Shawn, and Carter had just begun to eat when a messenger ran
into the room. Out of breath, he whispered something in Luke's ear and
handed him a piece of paper then ran off. Luke looked at the paper and his
face grew grave.

"What's wrong, Luke?" asked Brett, as worried look on his face.

When he didn't answer, Shawn asked, "Father . . . What's wrong?"

Luke looked up and announced solemnly,

"The Women have declared war on us."

Hearing this, Brett took a deep breath and pushed his plate aside, then
stood up and left the room.  Two of the guards followed after him, as Shawn
and Carter remained at the table staring at a worried Luke, who also
remained at the table and reread the message.

     Carter kept staring at Shawn in confusion, too shy to ask Luke
himself. Shawn had no answers, however, and looked up at Luke and said,
"Dad . . . What are 'Women'? And why are we at war with them?"

     Luke nodded slowly at the message, then looked up at the confused
prince and his boy lover and said, "Yes . . . I keep forgetting that you've
been kept so sheltered. It's time I told you about the history of
Whiteshadow Isle . . . "

     Luke pushed his plate aside and wiped his face and hands with a
napkin, then leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat, Shawn and
Carter both leaning forward in interest.

     "My son, you have been brought up believing that everything has always
been perfect. It hasn't, of course . . . Far from it. The world was once in
a state of great war, not in Brett's time, or mine but in the time of our
fathers. You see, long ago, both men and women lived in harmony.  The world
was divided up into the Northlands, the Southlands, Woodgrove to the east,
and Mountain Ridge to the West. There were equal rights, equal jobs, equal
pay, and equal opportunities. There was also a small group of women who
thought that all that wasn't good enough; That they still needed more. They
were called the Women's Liberation Movement or WLM. We men scoffed at it,
because there was no real point to liberating a group that already was
equal. One day, however, the WLM, for no reason ever known, gathered a
large group and raided an armory. Armed with swords, shields and bows, they
stormed Woodgrove castle. There were so many of them that the guards were
overwhelmed and the royal family was massacred. They refused to give up the
castle and, when the Northlands sent an army to reclaim the castle, all the
women villagers from the cities of Woodgrove banded together and drove them
off. Over the next few months, Woodgrove became a land of great
sorrow. Wives left their husbands and sons and took their daughters,
claiming menfolk were holding them back. Women from all over moved to
Woodgrove. Soon the queen of the Southlands killed her own husband, the
king, and took over.  The Southlands became a new haven for women. They
were too strong for the small armies to handle, so the men from all over
the world joined the armies of Mountain Ridge and Northlands and tried to
calm down the female rebels by use of force. The women fought fiercely,
though, and soon the goal was not to quell a revolt, but to destroy a
gender. The war lasted for thirty years, ending only when my grandfather
was slightly younger than Carter was. Now, at the southern tip of Mountain
Ridge was a huge island off the mainland, bigger than any other one that
anybody had ever seen. It was so big and had so many resources, but
everybody was too busy claiming the mainland to worry about an island. One
day, twenty boys sailed across the ocean on a raft, hoping to find the
island that nobody had time for. One of the boys, Eric, was the son of the
now-dead king of Woodgrove and one, Jonah, was a peasant boy who the young
prince had fallen in love with. They were both 15 at the time. When they
arrived, they saw its beauty, and both claimed it and declared themselves
king. The rest of the boys, happy to be simple servants of the boys, spent
their time playing with each other. It became a boyloving paradise. In a
few years, people finally started coming over and, seeing so many other
boys there and so much beauty, encouraged others to come. Men, young and
old, flocked to the new land and the soldiers brought with them several
female prisoners. The prince king of the land got the idea to use the women
to populate the island, so it was done. The first child born was the son of
the prince king; That baby was your grandfather and that island became
known as Whiteshadow Isle, where we live. By the end of the war, the world
had split into 12 countries: Six of them, masculine and six, feminine. The
masculine countries are ruled by two men, using the example of your
great-grandfather and his lover: One from royal decent and one chosen of
non-royal decent who is chosen by him of his fifteenth birthday. Everything
else was also carried down, which became the traditions that you seem to
dislike. Boy sex is always encouraged from an early age, so as to relieve
the pressures of day-to-day living, especially during the time of
Puberty. The showing of the new chosen king, to follow the lead of Eric,
who was so proud of Jonah that he used to show him off to everybody who
lived on the island. Circumcision is practiced, simply because Eric and
Jonah were circumcised. Fifteen became a special age for the royalty of the
masculine countries, again, because Eric and Jonah were that age when they
landed. It's all simple tradition that holds our kingdom together. The
feminine countries are much different, though. They are ruled by a single
queen, but with great power given to the female church. Girl sex is banned
and in its place is strict physical training. Men . . . men are looked upon
like cattle there. There are members of the opposite gender that live in
either country, those who have chosen to stay and be second-class citizens
or have been captured and must stay. In the masculine countries, they only
serve as our religious figureheads, which is not very important since
religion isn't that crucial, and for making children. In the feminine
countries, they are only slaves or sperm factories. Truly sad. In the
masculine countries, when a male wants to have a child, he chooses a woman
who has sex with him, bares his child, then goes away and leaves the man to
bring up the child as he wants. If it is a boy, it is kept and revered. If
it is a girl, it is either killed, sold into slavery, sent to live in a
religious order, or sent to the feminine countries. If the woman refuses to
have sex with the man, she is killed on the spot. The war ended in a truce
simply to agree that everybody keeps his or her own territory. There have
been minor conflicts between the masculines and the feminines occasionally,
but nothing ever serious. I'm sure this won't be anything to worry
about. My only concern is the Displaying. People must see Carter so they
can be assured that tradition is being kept in mind.  Although, since
Carter isn't a townsperson or a member of royalty, I suppose they would
have reason to be mad. Then again, they are always mad, simply because
their child wasn't chosen. No matter, everything will be fine and the
people who can simply accept that the prince's decision is final, will see
what a beautiful and sweet young boy Carter is."

     Carter and Shawn listened with interest at the story and, when he was
finished, Carter meekly said, "S...so, w...what do we do now, si . . . I
mean, Luke?"

     Luke smiled, despite his worried face, and said, "We will carry on
with the Displaying as normal. If any attacks happen during that time, we
will get word to you and you will be kept totally safe, I assure you."

     Luke turned to Shawn, "You must make a good showing of Carter, even
though you will most likely get jeered and booed. Make sure Carter doesn't
leave your side, either. Until the hostility is quelled, Carter's and your
life must be protected at all cost! Those damn bitch women would love to
kidnap one or both heirs to the throne of a masculine country . . . Or
worse, they might even try to kill you. You will be protected as best we
can, but until danger is present, everything will go on as normal, but with
a measure of extra security."

     Shawn nodded in understanding and stood up and motioned for Carter to
stand up as well.  He did, and together they walked across the room and
out. As they left, seven guards started walking behind them. Carter kept
looking behind him and Shawn smiled at him and said, "They follow me
whenever I leave the palace. They'll follow you too. Don't worry."

     They continued walking until they reached the outside of the palace
where a carriage awaited. Shawn helped Carter into it, purposely putting
his hand over Carter's little butt and rubbing it as he pushed him in, then
he got in himself.

     Carter still looked confused and asked Shawn, "What's going on,
again?"

     Shawn smiled, "Nothing. Some stupid war with inferiors, I think. Extra
guards are going to come with us, but if they aren't enough and we have to
bail, just make sure and come with me.  Never, ever leave my sight for even
a second. He leaned down and kissed Carter on the cheek.  Carter giggled
boyishly and smiled sweetly, little dimples appearing in his cheeks.

     After a few minutes, both boys were startled as the carriage gave a
lurch and moved slowly down the path leading into the city. As Carter was
looking out the window as the castle began to move into the distance, Shawn
leaned over and put his hand on Carter's shoulder. Carter turned around and
giggled. Shawn giggled back and said, "You're so cute . . . I just can't
keep my hands off of you!" Carter giggled even more as Shawn's hand moved
down from Carter's shoulder and rubbed across his little chest. "I love you
so much . . . " Shawn moaned, the front of his dress pants tenting out with
his growing hard-on. Carter giggled and whispered, "What if people see?
What will they say? Aren't they mad at you?"

     Shawn straightened up suddenly and stared down at Carter with a look
of anger. He said loudly, "To hell with what people say! Ever since last
week, I've been preparing for that damn ceremony! My father and Brett
warned me about the fuss that it always caused and how, since thousands of
people would be there, almost all of them would leave angry with me! As if
I'd done something bad! I don't even believe in the fucking rituals that my
great-grandfather started!" He grabbed Carter's shoulders tightly and
pulled him close to his face, "Remember, Carter, that I chose you! I fell
in love with you the first time I saw you and I chose you! Nobody will ever
take you away or make you do something you don't like! If anyone even looks
at you meanly, so help me, I'll tear their throat out with my bare hands!
So what if the people hate me! So what if they think I'm a young fool! I
don't care, because I love you! I don't care . . . "

     Shawn let go of Carter and fell back against his seat, looking out the
other window. Carter had been frozen in shock when Shawn had grabbed him,
but now he simply stared at Shawn with curiosity. He heard Shawn sniffling
and knew that he must be crying. Carter's little hand slowly reached across
and touched the prince's leg. Shawn slowly turned around and looked at
Carter sadly, sniffling and his eyes were red. Tears slowly welled up in
Carter's eyes and flowed down his cheeks as he lunged forward and wrapped
his arms around Shawn, hugging him tightly. "I love you too!" you said in
between sobs. They remained like that throughout the rest of the ride from
the palace and on into the city of Dawson. As soon as the carriage entered
the town gates, the people, knowing the purpose of it, started cursing and
jeering it. Carter's little body sat in Shawn's lap, his arms wrapped
tightly around his body and his head lying on his chest. Tears began to
flow anew from Shawn's eyes as all the townsfolk cursed him and his
choice. Shawn bit his lower lip in thought, then leaned out the window, and
yelled to the driver, "Stop the carriage! I have something I want to say to
the townspeople! Stop it now!"

     A voice muffled by the jeering townsfolk responded, "Yes, your
highness!"

     The carriage began to slow, then finally came to a stop. Shawn pushed
open the door and quickly jumped out. Seeing the young prince, a large
group of townsfolk ran toward the carriage.  Immediately, four guards
jumped from the carriage and surrounded Shawn.

     Shawn cleared his throat, "Look at all of you! You insult me and
. . . " He was suddenly cut off as five of the townspeople suddenly yelled
and fell to the ground with flaming arrows sticking out of their back. The
street filled with screams, crying, and hooves clacking against the
cobblestone. Thirty women on horseback raced through the crowd toward Shawn
and Carter. "Get the princes!" yelled one of them. Several guards ran down
the street and started fighting with the women, but they outnumbered them
and the streets soon rang with the yells of stabbed guardsmen. Carter
hugged Shawn in fear as the horses drew closer and closer.

     Seeing the guards falling, Shawn filled with fear as well. He quickly
lifted Carter up in his muscular arms and ran away from the carriage and
guards as fast as he could, dropping his heavy cape which kept getting
under his feet. He ran and ran, Carter sobbing in his arms and tears of
fear running down his own cheeks. He kept running until there was not a
sound anywhere. In his fear, he had simply run all over and now he didn't
know where he was.

     He gently set Carter down and looked around. He was in a dark alley
and nobody was around. He'd never been to this part of town before, and it
scared him. The only sound was the crackling of a fire at the very end of
the alley, evidence of inhabitants. Everything around him looked dirty and
unkempt. On the up side, there were no more sounds of screaming or
horses. He slowly sank down to the ground, wrapped his arms around his
knees, pulling them close, and began to cry. Carter sat down beside him and
put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, Shawn .  . . "

     Shawn looked up and sobbed, "Don't worry?! I ran away from my people
in their time of need and now those damn Women have invaded my town!
They're probably on their way to the palace right now!"

     Carter frowned and looked down at his feet, "You protected *me*
. . . "

     Shawn sniffled and looked up at Carter, smiling. "I know. I just wish
I knew where we were."

     Carter smiled, "I know where we are! One of my friends lives near
here!'

     Shawn laughed, "Oh ya! That's right! You used to live on the
streets. Why don't we go to your friends. Maybe they can help us get back
to the palace."

     Carter quickly stood up and took Shawn's hand, saying, "Let's go
then!"

     It was nice to see Carter so happy, and Shawn quickly stood up with
him and followed as Carter led him down the alley and out into the street a
few blocks.

     They finally arrived at what Shawn guessed was formerly a hotel, but
was now abandoned, or so he thought. The door was warped and looked very
dirty. Aaron walked up the two steps leading to the door and knocked
loudly. After a few seconds, a young boy, looking about Shawn's age, opened
the door. He wore torn and dirty clothes and his face and bare feet were
pretty dirty as well. He had long brown hair down to the bottom of his neck
and brown eyes that stared through the dusty face at him and
Carter. Despite the adorable little boy standing beside him, Shawn began to
feel a pang of attraction toward this new guy. There was something familiar
about him, though . . .

     Seeing Carter standing there, the boy grinned hugely and ran from the
doorway, grabbing and hugging Carter tightly. When the moment passed and
the boy let him go, he exclaimed, "Carter! Damn, boy, it's been too long!
It's so good to see you again!"

     Carter nodded and smiled, "It's good to see you too, Bryan, but right
now we need your help."

     Bryan looked up at Shawn, upon hearing the word 'we', and his face
changed. Bryan's smile dropped and he squinted at Shawn intently, then
whispered, "Well I'll be . . . " He extended his hand and motioned Shawn to
take it. Shawn's look of confusion as he slowly shook Bryan's hand was
enough to make Bryan smile again, "Get inside, you two. Shawn, I've got to
talk to you."

     Bryan moved out of the way to let Carter in. Shawn hesitated in the
doorway and stared at Bryan, "How do you know my name? Do I know you?
Something about you seems . . . well . . .  familiar."

     Bryan nodded and pushed Shawn inside, "In good time, Prince . . . In
good time."

     The door was shut behind them and Shawn looked around. It was a
one-floor hotel with a long hallway lined with doors. To the right of the
entranceway was an arch that led into a kitchen.  To the left, was another
arch leading into a living room area. The inside was slightly cleaner than
the outside, but not by much. Carter walked through the left arch with
another boy, one who looked only slightly older than Carter did. The boy
had long blond hair like Carter, but had green eyes. He was covered in
dirt, but still looked pretty cute. The two boys walked up to Shawn and
Carter smiled and said, "This is my friend, Mike. Mike.  I'd like you to
meet Shawn, a really good friend."

     Mike giggled up at Shawn, "Is it true you're a prince?"

     Shawn smiled at the little boy and nodded, "Afraid so."

     Carter leaned forward and whispered something in the boy's ear. The
boy got a look of shock on his face and then he and Carter broke into loud
giggles and they ran off back into the living room.

     Shawn looked around and saw many other boys, none of which looked
older than 13. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned
around to find Bryan standing beside him.  Bryan smiled at Shawn, "Welcome
to *my* palace. All the young boys in the city who don't want to live under
oppressive adults can come here for refuge. Most of them are street
children, but some live here full-time."

     Shawn looked around again and turned back to Bryan, "It's sort of
dirty . . . "

     Bryan laughed and squeezed Shawn's shoulder and said, "Well, I'm sorry
I couldn't get a maid to come and clean up every week. We're more concerned
with keeping places to sleep and things to eat. I do my best, but the
palace doesn't make it very easy on kids like us."

     Shawn noticed the way Bryan was looking at him, and felt sort of
uncomfortable despite himself. He shrugged Bryan's hand off his shoulder
and took a few steps forward, "We have to get back to the palace." He said,
changing the subject.

     Bryan nodded, "I could help you with that, but there's still a lot of
fighting going on outside. It's probably best if you stay here for the
night. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we'll go."

     Shawn was about to open his mouth to protest, but Bryan smiled and put
his hand back on Shawn's shoulder, "Let's go to the kitchen. I think we
should talk now."

     Shawn was going to resist, but decided to go with the boy into what
passed for a kitchen. It was basically a bare room with several cupboards,
and a fire at the far end of the room where a pot was boiling something
that smelled really good to Shawn. He realized that he hadn't had much
breakfast and his stomach growled. Bryan sat him down on a bench next to a
huge table and went over to a stack of bowls, got two, filled them with
what was in the pot, then went over and sat beside Shawn. Shawn, despite
feeling a bit of attraction for the boy, was getting pretty uncomfortable
about the closeness that he seemed to want with him. A pile of wooden
spoons sat on the table and Shawn gingerly took one and so did Bryan. Shawn
took a mouthful of the meaty soup in his bowl and swallowed it. It tasted
as good as it smelled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bryan watching
him and smiling. He turned toward him and exclaimed, "What?! You treat me
as if you know me when I walk in! You put your hand on me when I'm standing
in the halls and now you're watching me eat and smiling! Are you going to
tell me what's up?"

     Bryan laughed and said, "You really don't remember me, do you
Shawnie?"

     "Shawnie . . . " Shawn whispered to himself and suddenly a memory
began to enter his mind. A memory of something long forgotten. Bryan smiled
as he saw the recognition begin to dawn upon Shawn's face.

     "Until you were almost thirteen, do you recall a boy who used to come
to the palace very often and play with you?"

     Shawn nodded slowly.

     "Do you remember the time that the boy and you went into your room
when you were about eleven and you and he had your first orgasm together?"

     Shawn blushed and nodded again, tears welling up in his eyes and
beginning to flow down his cheeks.

     "Do you remember the time twenty guards died in a battle?"

     Shawn began to shake his head, but suddenly he recalled a time when
his father and Brett had locked him in his room because, they had said, a
great poison was spreading throughout the palace. When he was allowed out,
they had said that the poison was quelled, but several of the guards who
used to be around the palace were gone. He nodded, his body beginning to
shake as sobs began to overwhelm his body at the realization of what was
happening.

     Bryan took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember how that boy never
used to come around anymore after that?"

     Shawn's body lunged forward as he wrapped his arms around the boy
beside him. His whole face red as he loudly cried on Bryan's shoulder, his
long black hair matted against his face.  Bryan shushed him and rocked back
and forth, holding Shawn as tightly as he was holding him.  "Do you
remember what I used to call you?" Bryan said in a voice that quivered as
tears flowed down his own face, washing away some of the dirt. Shawn sobbed
louder as he moaned, "Shawnie . . . "

     Bryan nodded against Shawn's body and loosened his grip from
him. Shawn cried louder as he whispered, "I thought you'd died! Nobody
talked about you and things were so busy . . . I just forgot about you, but
not totally."

     Bryan and Shawn were no longer hugging, but they sat close to one
another. Bryan nodded, "My dad never liked to be emotional, so I wouldn't
doubt he'd rather simply forget about me then deal with the pain."

     Shawn sniffled, but didn't stop crying as he said, "Your dad?"

     Bryan smiled, "Look into my eyes . . . "

     Shawn leaned in closer and stared at Bryan's green eyes, turned red
from crying, though it was hard because his own eyes were misted up with
his tears. It didn't take long to notice the look in Bryan's eyes or the
lines that formed in his face as he smiled. "Brett, right?"

     Bryan nodded, "My father wasn't of royal blood and when I was born, I
couldn't live in the palace, as a result, so I lived on the palace grounds
with a bunch of servants. There was a conflict between the women and the
men, but your father must have sheltered you from it. I was captured and,
thus, assumed dead. I escaped though, and found my way back. Nobody
recognized me at the palace when I returned, so I was forced to live on the
streets."

     Shawn smiled, "I can't believe it's really you . . . "

     Shawn slowly, almost instinctively, leaned forward and brushed his
lips against Bryan's.  Bryan smiled and returned the peck. At the same
time, they reached out and grabbed one another, pulling their faces
together and kissing fully and completely, their tongues dancing around
each other's mouth. When the moment of passion ended, they both stared at
each other and blushed. To change the subject, Bryan said, "So . . . You
chose Carter?"

     Shawn swallowed a mouthful of his saliva mixed with Bryan's and
nodded, "He sort of walked in on the ceremony and I kinda . . . well
. . . "

     "Fell in love with him . . . " Bryan finished, "Ya . . . Carter is
quite a cutie. He came around here a lot and I've always been wanted to ask
him if he wanted to fuck, but I was always too shy. Have you ever
. . . ummm"

     This time Shawn finished for him, "fucked him? No . . . I jerked him
off and he sucked me off, but that's it."

     Bryan nodded and looked at Shawn, smiling, "You're still as sexy as
always, Shawnie."

     Shawn smiled and nodded, noticing the lump in the front of Bryan's
pants, "So are you . . .  You're only fourteen, right?"

     Bryan nodded.

     The front of Shawn's own pants formed a tent as his prick
hardened. Bryan quickly got up and walked over to the cupboard. He opened
it and pulled out a jar of lard. He smiled suggestively over at Shawn and
said, "Wanna make up for lost time, Shawnie?"

     Shawn shifted uncomfortably as his pants grew increasingly tight. He
bit his upper lip and nodded, smiling. He quickly got up and the two boys
scurried out of the kitchen, past a group of boys and into a room at the
end of the hallway. It was fairly cleaner than the rest of the place and it
had a candle burning on the desk next to the big queen-sized bed, casting
an orange glow across the room. Bryan closed and locked the door behind
him, then turned back to Shawn. "Let's get undressed together. I wanna see
how much your body has changed since I last saw you."

     Shawn smiled and he slowly reached for his shirt, beginning to
unbutton it. Bryan waited until the last button was undone before pulling
off his own shirt. Bryan was considerably skinnier than Shawn and more
muscled, but Shawn was taller. Their nipples already stuck out like little
points and Shawn reach forward and rubbed his hands down Bryan's chest,
tanned brown and parts covered in dirt, and smiled, "Let's take off each
other's pants."

     Bryan giggled in excitement and reached down and grabbed the front of
Shawn's breeches, undoing the button fly. Shawn did the same to the button
fly on Bryan's shorts. When both flys were undone, the pants quickly fell
to the floor and the boys stepped out of them. Neither wore any sort of
underwear, so both now stood totally naked in front of one another. Shawn's
age gave him more pubic hair, but Bryan's penis looked slightly
bigger. Both were totally erect though.  Shawn sat down on the bed and
looked up at Bryan, his face flushed, as he said, "Please fuck me, Bryan. I
need to feel you inside of me."

     Bryan nodded and reached over and opened the jar of lard he'd put on
the counter.  Reaching into the gunk, he took out a generous dollop of it
and smeared it all over his stiff cock.  Once it was sufficiently greasy,
and walked over to were Shawn sat and whispered, "Turn around and get on
your knees"

     Shawn complied, spinning over on the soft mattress and getting on his
hands and knees. It had been quite a while since he'd been fucked up the
ass or fucked someone that way, so he was initially tense as he felt
Bryan's hands spreading apart his muscular ass cheeks and exposing his tiny
hole. Bryan placed the tip of his greasy prick against the hole and pushed,
but the muscles wouldn't give way. He whispered down at the prince, "You
have to relax, man. Just remember how good it used to feel when we did
this."

     Shawn took a deep breath and tried to relax. He took another one and
then another.  Finally, he felt the probing member against his butt hole
begin to slowly penetrate. Bryan groaned loudly as he said, "Oh damn
. . . I forgot how tight you were!"

     Shawn leaned back, trying to aid his renewed lover's efforts. The
greasy fat smeared on Bryan's cock helped a lot and soon he was halfway in
and then three-quarters. Finally, after several minutes of effort, Bryan's
sparse pubic hair was matted against Shawn's ass cheeks; He was fully in!

     Bryan pulled back, easing his prick out of the now greasy tunnel, then
thrust back in.  Shawn gasped as his body reveled in how good it felt to
make love to Bryan again. His prick throbbed and oozed precum as Bryan's
repeated thrusts massaged his prostate. Bryan groaned as well, and rubbed
his hands lovingly over Shawn's back as he gently thrust himself in and out
of the love of his life.

     "Oh god, I love you so much . . . I forgot how good you feel . . . "
Shawn groaned. Bryan picked up the pace a bit, reaching down and grabbing
Shawn's 15-year-old prick in his fist and started stroking it. Shawn could
feel the veins of Bryan's cock pulsating against his tight tunnel as it
thrust in and out. He loved the feeling of being filled up in such a
way. He couldn't concentrate very much, though, because as good as it must
have felt for Bryan to have his swollen prick fucked in and out of Shawn,
it felt just as good for Shawn. To have, not only the young teenage
pricklet of his friend stroking his prostate like a velvet hand, but also
to have that same friend lovingly rubbing his hands over his prick on the
outside. It was only a matter of time before one of the boys reached his
orgasm, and Bryan's came first.

     Shawn could feel Bryan's prick throbbing in his ass tunnel and his
body tense tightly. He groaned, "Oh shit! Here it comes!" and then Shawn
could feel a wetness begin to fill him up as spurt after spurt of Bryan's
boyish cum filled his passage. As Bryan rode through his orgasm, he stroked
Shawn's cock faster and Shawn's cock could only handle so much, and with an
equally loud moan, he arched his back and his cock began spasming. Each
time it tensed, a long string of white jizz squirted out of the tip,
covering Bryan's hand and the mattress underneath him. It spasmed and shot
a total of five times before Shawn's body collapsed onto the bed, lying in
a small pool of his own cum. Bryan's soft prick slowly pulled out of
Shawn's butt, a long stream of his cum oozing out with it. Bryan rolled
over to lie next to Shawn and he gasped, "That was fantastic!  I love you
Shawn. I love you so much."

     Shawn grinned as his eyes began to close and sleep began to enter his
worn body, even though it was only the middle of the day, "I love you too."

     Bryan's closed as well, and they both took a nap with their arms
around each other, hugging each other's body tightly.

Shawn's eyes opened slowly. The first thing he noticed was that he was
naked. The second thing he noticed was the boy lying next to him. Looking
over and seeing the long brown hair covering his face, though, made it all
start to flood back: The attack in town, the chase, meeting up with Bryan.

     His body slowly turned over and, looking up, he saw a window right
above the bed. Shawn got to his knees and looked out. Squinting his eyes
into the darkness outside, he tried to see if there was any sign of the
women anymore. He was so focused on looking out, that he yelped as he felt
something tight and slimy suddenly clamp around his dick. He looked down
and saw that Bryan had silently crawled over and stuck his hot mouth around
his prick. Bryan wrapped his hand around the shaft as he sucked on the head
of Shawn's prick. He had only had a semi when he woke up, but with Bryan's
expert mouth, it was now quickly hardening to its full six inches. He
leaned back against the wall and reveled as the pleasure from his penis
shot through him. Bryan pulled his mouth off Shawn's cock and continued to
rub it with one hand while his other hand reached down between his own legs
and rubbed his swollen meat as well.

     Shawn's throbbing prick glistened with Bryan's spit as Bryan stroked
it fiercely, trying to get Shawn off hard. Shawn could feel his own
resistance weakening as his breath left his body in short pants. He groaned
loudly and said, "Oh shit . . . I'm gonna . . . "

     Bryan smiled and quickly lowered himself onto his lover's prick only
seconds before it expanded in his mouth and began flexing, shooting stream
after stream of Shawn's boyish semen against the back of Bryan's
throat. Bryan swallowed every last drop, licking his lips to make sure none
leaked out...None had.

     Shawn continued to lean against the cold stone wall as Bryan suckled
on Shawn's prick like a mother's breast, drinking all the drops that leaked
out until none remained. When Bryan was finished, he slowly rolled over,
letting the now limp cock drop from his mouth, and stood up on the wood
floor next to the bed. Shawn's eyes slowly opened and, seeing Bryan
standing there, got off the bed too and stood beside him. Bryan stretched
and then looked over and smiled at Shawn and said, "I love you, Shawnie."

     Shawn smiled and leaned over and hugged Bryan tenderly, saying, "I
love you too. What time is it?"

     Bryan shrugged, "Around midnight, I think."

     Suddenly, something occurred to Shawn and he quickly looked up and
said, "Hey . . .  Where's Carter?"

     Bryan smiled, "I bet I know . . . "

     He opened the door and ran down the hall, his semierect cock waving
back and forth in front of him. Shawn blushed a bit at having to run naked
down a hallway where a bunch of strange boys lived, but quickly followed
his boyfriend.

     Bryan stopped in front of one of the doors and quietly opened
it. Since the whole house was still dark and the only light came from
candles from the windows in the houses next door, it was hard to
see. However, as he and Shawn stood there squinting into the darkness, they
could soon make out two small bodies lying in the bed. Bryan slowly
approached the bed, Shawn following quietly behind, and looked down.

     They smiled as they saw Carter and his little friend, Mike, lying
naked in bed together; Carter's arm was around the boy's body. Bryan smiled
at Shawn through the darkness and whispered, "You taught him well,
Shawnie!"

     Bryan wrapped his arm around Shawn as they both stared down at the two
nine-year-olds lying in bed. Shawn gently broke from Bryan's grasp and
advanced slowly toward the bed. He knelt down next to where Carter and Mike
were laying and stared at them. Their blond hair covered their eyes as
their small chests rose and fell in the comfortable waves of slumber. Their
faces, both so innocent and small, wore small grins of pleasure as their
bodies pressed against each other. Neither were old enough to have acquired
any distinct bodily features, so only the dirt on Mike's body allowed the
young Prince to tell the boys apart.

      Shawn's teenage hormones were ready for sex once more, and longed to
scoop the young child up in his arms and bring him back to Bryan's room
where he could enjoy Carter's innocent features once more. However,
watching the gentle sleep of both boys, Shawn couldn't bring himself to
disturb them. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and turned around to
see Bryan standing behind him. Bryan was still smiling at the sight of the
two youngsters and was staring at them with the same look of love in his
eyes as Shawn.

      "They're so beautiful." Bryan whispered to nobody in particular.

     Shawn nodded and then turned to Bryan and whispered, "We should go
back to your room."

     Bryan nodded and slowly tiptoed out of the room with Shawn following
behind him. Once leaving the room, they quickly padded back down the
hallway into Bryan's room.

     Upon arriving, Bryan went over and sat down on the bed, a look of
glumness on his dusty face. Shawn sat down beside him and put his arm
around him. "What's the matter?" Shawn asked.

     Bryan shrugged and Shawn heard him sniffle as his eyes began to
glisten. Bryan quickly moved over, breaking himself from Shawn's grasp, and
quickly stood up and walked across the room, facing the wall. Shawn could
hear sniffles getting more frequent as Bryan's shoulders began to quiver.

     "Are you crying?" Shawn asked, remaining seated on the bed, although
he knew the answer.

     There was a long pause and then, without turning to face him, Bryan
said quietly, "Tomorrow morning, I'm not going to be here, so I'll tell you
how to get the castle now, okay?"

     Shawn cocked his head, "Where're you going?"

     Bryan's arms crossed across his chest and he stood there, trying not
to sob. After a few moments he said in almost a whisper, "Just now
. . . when I saw you kneeling down looking at the two boys in bed . . . it
occurred to me that tomorrow I'm going to lose you again. I just . . . I
just don't wanna be here . . . when you and Carter . . . well . . . I just
. . . " and he slowly sank to the floor and began sobbing.

     Shawn slowly got up and walked over to where Bryan was sitting and
sobbing, his face buried in his arms. He knelt down beside him and put his
hand on his shoulder and said, "I'm not going anywhere without you."

     Bryan's sobs increased as he said, "B...but...I...I...can't lea
. . . leave he...here, and...and...y...you nee . . . need to ge . . . get
ho . . . home!"

     Tears began to flow down Shawn's face as he leaned forward and kissed
the back of Bryan's neck, then hugged him tightly and said, "There must be
kids here who can take over. I'm not going back to the castle tomorrow
unless you come with me."

     Bryan's sobs slowly began to lessen as he turned around and looked at
Shawn intently, then smiled slightly and said, "I guess . . . the kids can
take care of themselves . . . " then leaned forward and pressed his lips
against Shawn's. Shawn returned the kiss and soon they sat on the floor,
kissing passionately with both tongues playing inside each other's
mouth. They remained holding until Bryan fell asleep in Shawn's arms, his
mouth resting against Shawn's cheek. Shawn gently eased him up onto the
bed, then lay down next to him, and he too soon sunk into slumber.

     Both boys were awakened, the next morning, by a loud, "WAKE UP!!!!!"
being shouted in their ears. Shawn and Bryan, who had been holding each
other while asleep, sprung awake and tumbled out of bed from the
shock. Looking up, they saw Carter and Mike standing there half- naked.
Carter in his dress pants and Mike in simple cloth shorts, and both were
laughing hysterically.

     Shawn and Bryan both began to fumble around on the ground for their
clothes, but Shawn got an idea. He turned to Bryan and yelled, "Grab em!"

     Bryan jumped forward and grabbed Mike around the waist, dragging him
down to the floor with them. Shawn grabbed Carter's little prick through
his thin velvet breeches. It was already half-erect, and it made for an
easy grasp. He smiled up at the child, "Come down with us . . . "

     Carter giggled and sunk to his knees. Copying Shawn's intentions,
Bryan slowly began to undo the button of Mike's shorts. Mike giggled, but
did nothing to stop him. Shawn began to unbutton Carter's breeches, but
suddenly there was a knock at the door and Bryan and Shawn scrambled to get
on their pants while Mike and Carter fixed their pants.

     The door opened and a boy of about twelve stood there. He was pretty
clean compared to the rest of the boys, and wore his black hair short. He
stared around the room at the blushing boys and stifled a smile, then
turned to Shawn and said, "Your Majesty, a silk cart bound for the palace
is coming down the block. You should probably catch it."

     Shawn nodded quickly, still pulling up his breeches, and turned to
Bryan, "Well . . . Are you coming or not?"

     Bryan stood silent for a few moments, then turned to the
twelve-year-old, "Phillip . . . I'm going with the Prince. You are in
charge now."

     The boy smiled and nodded, "We'll miss you." Then slowly closed the
door. Bryan was pulling on his shirt and Shawn reached down and took his,
then felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see the blond Mike
looking up at him with eyes filled with conflict. Shawn smiled, "Yes?"

     Mike blushed and looked down at his feet and said, "Well . . . umm
. . . I was kinda . . .  sorta . . . hoping that . . . I mean . . . "

     Carter stepped forward and smiled up at Shawn, "We were wondering if
Mike can come back with us. I mean, if it's okay and you don't mind and
. . . "

     Shawn stared thoughtfully at Carter and shrugged, "What will be his
post? My father may be a fair man, but Brett is a stickler for the ancient
laws. You are my lover and a future king of Whiteshadow Isle . . . Mike has
no place or title in the kingdom."

     Mike stared dejectedly at the floor and Carter looked confused, "Well,
what is Bryan's title?"

     Shawn looked at Bryan, who shrugged, then looked back at Carter,
"Shawn is Brett's son and, therefore, a Prince of Whiteshadow Isle, though
not as high as I since Brett isn't of royal birth."

     Carter stared at Bryan in disbelief at hearing this, then turned back
to Shawn and said, "Well, can't he choose Mike like you chose me?"

     Bryan laughed and stepped forward, cutting off Shawn's attempted
answer, and said, "Well, I can't for two reasons. Reason number one, is I'm
not fifteen yet. Reason number two, and most importantly of all, is since
you and Shawnie are going to be king, not me, there's no purpose for me to
choose a boy." His voice trailed off, and then he looked up at Shawn,
smiling, and said, "Wait a moment, Shawnie! I got it! I'll just say Mike is
*my* chosen, and tradition be damned!"

     Shawn nodded, "It doesn't much matter, Bryan. You're coming back with
me and that's that."

     Bryan looked at Mike, who was now crying in sadness, and then back at
Shawn, "I won't go unless Mike can come."

     Shawn laughed, "What the hell are we doing? We're standing here making
ultimatums and we're missing our ride home. Mike can come, but nobody else!
I'll answer for him in front of my father and Brett."

     Shawn quickly got his shirt on and he, Bryan, Carter, and Mike all
quickly walked down the hallway to the front door. Carter and Mike still
had no shirts, but they were quickly hustled out of the place and down the
alley. A cart had just passed by and Shawn and Bryan ran to catch up with
it. Carter and Mike couldn't keep up, so were promptly carried as the two
princes ran for the cart. Once close enough, they threw their boy-cargo
onto the soft piles of fabric and then jumped on themselves. Quickly, they
all hid underneath the pile, and waited.

     It was hard to talk over the noise of the wagon wheels on the
cobblestone, but Bryan assured Carter, Mike, and Shawn that they should be
at the palace in about an hour.

     Shawn kept waiting for the rapid sounds of hooves and the inevitable
attack by the women, but it never came.

As soon as he heard the sounds of hustle and bustle characteristic of the
main town, Shawn turned to Bryan and said, "We can walk from here." Without
waiting for an answer, he took Carter and Mike's hand, got out from
underneath the silk, and jumped onto the ground. Bryan quickly struggled
out himself and followed. They all stood in the main town square, as Shawn
had believed, and immediately everybody turned to look at them. The square
looked pleasant though, as if nothing had happened the day previous.

They were certainly quite a sight; Two half-naked children, one of them
covered in dirt, standing next to a teenager in disheveled, but still royal
looking clothes. Another teenager, covered in dirt, stood next to them. All
three were squinting in the sunlight.

People stopped what they were doing and looked over at the four, looks of
disgust, and some of disbelief. As people began to recognize Shawn, they
began to crowd in closer, but suddenly three armored guards ran up and
pushed through the crowd, all wearing the royal crest of Whiteshadow on the
front of their armor. They squinted down at the boys, but mostly focused on
Shawn. One of them finally said, "Prince Shawn?"

Shawn assumed his royal scowl and addressed the guards with a gruff, "Of
course, guardsman!  Who else would I be?!"

The guards began to smile and the one who addressed Shawn laughed and said,
"Oh, your highness! It's so good to see you are well! When the Choosing was
interrupted by that raid yesterday, we feared you'd be kidnaped . . . or
worse!"

Shawn tried to keep his mad composure going, but it soon deteriorated into
the relief of a child who'd been lost and found his home. Shawn suddenly
lunged forward and hugged the guardsman tightly. The guardsman smiled
warmly and put his gauntlet'ed hand on Shawn's back and said, "Don't worry,
majesty . . . You're safe now, but if you rust my armor with your tears, I
won't be able to bring you and Carter home." A guard leaned over and
ruffled Carter's hair and smiled at him, "How are you, Squire Carter?"

Carter smiled shyly and said, "Fine."

Shawn released the guard from his grasp and smiled, "My friends too, of
course."

For the first time, the guardsmen looked over and scrutinized the other two
boys, making them all blush with embarrassment. The first guard turned back
to Shawn and Carter and said, "And who might these two soiled beggars be?"

He was smiled as he said it, so Shawn didn't take much offense, and
answered, "The tall boy with the long brown hair is Prince Bryan and the
other one is . . . I guess . . . Prince Bryan's Chosen, Mike."

The guards looked over at Bryan, then back at Shawn and looked puzzled, The
first one said, "*Prince* Bryan? Of what country?"

Shawn smiled, "Of this one, of course! Bryan is King Brett's son."

At that, the guards look very surprised, they walked over to Bryan and
looked at him intently, so much so that Bryan turned away in shame. One of
the guards looked down at Bryan's blushing face and suddenly smiled, "By
the crystal waters of Ashra, it *is* you! After your capture so many years
ago, we thought you'd be a slave in the nether-realms by now, your
majesty!"

Upon hearing the royal address, he looked up slowly and suddenly smiled at
the guard, "I thought I recognized you, Killian! Well, the story of my
escape is a long one and something I wish not to think about. Suffice it to
say, however, that I am alive and well."

The guard called Killian smiled down at Bryan and then looked over at Shawn
again and said, "Well, as much as I'd love to hear all of your stories, we
should return. I'm sure His Royal Highness, King Brett, will be very
pleased to see his son is back."

Without another word, the guardsmen pushed through the crowd and began
walking through the square, toward the castle. As soon as they arrived at
the gate, they were waved in by the guards who immediately bowed their
heads at Shawn's passing.

Entering the main hallway, two of the three guards dispersed and the
remaining one quickly walked them through the center archway, past the
washing chambers, and into the dining room.  The guard told the boys to
wait by the arch, telling him that the announcement he had to make would be
one that he longed to do since sighting them back in the square.

He confidently entered the dining room where Luke and Brett were calmly
eating breakfast and conferring with their advisors. They stopped and
looked up as the guard entered. Brett stared sternly up at the guard,
"Guardsman, you know that we are not to be disturbed during our repasts
except for highly important matters!"

The guardsman nodded, "Yes, milord, but this is very important!"

Luke nodded and waved off Brett's retort and said, "Well . . . What is it?"

The guard smiled hugely and extended his arm toward the archway, "Your
Majesties . . . Allow me to bring in some people I found wandering around
the square a few moments ago!"

Slowly, the four boys entered the dining room. Upon seeing Shawn and
Carter, Luke jumped up and ran over to them. He hugged them both tightly
and said, "Oh Shawn! Carter! Where have you been? I feared for you!"

Shawn laughed, "Don't worry, father! We were fine . . . thanks to our
friends." He motioned toward the two dirty boys hanging back and looking
very shy.

Brett had made his way over to welcome back Shawn and Carter and when he
followed Shawn's indication, he squinted at the two boys. Bryan took a step
forward and smiled slightly at Brett.  They stared at each other for almost
two minutes before Brett finally broke into a slight smile, identical to
Bryan's, and said quietly, "Bryan . . . "

Bryan nodded and said, "Father . . . "

Brett motioned with his head over at Mike, "Who's that?"

Bryan said simply, "He's *my* Chosen."

Brett laughed, "You're both filthy."

Bryan nodded, "I know."

They stared at each other for a few more seconds, then, at the same time,
they reached forward and hugged tightly; Brett kissing Bryan's grimy face
and crying freely.

Shawn's naked body leaned back against the side of the tub and he let out a
loud sigh, as the warm water of the stone bath in his washroom bubbled and
gurgled around him. Its jets were scrubbing his body of the dirt that had
accumulated on it during the past day. Carter sat next to him and, across
from them, sat Mike and Bryan. Both Luke and Brett had insisted that,
before anything else, they were all to be washed.

     Almost all of the dirt had already been washed off Bryan and Mike from
the soap and water jets, so Shawn could see them a lot more clearly now.

     Bryan was even better looking without all the crud on his body. His
tanned and slightly muscled chest was light brown and bore several
scars. His belly was flat and thin, his ribcage visible. Bryan's chest was
still hairless, but his stomach had a very faint line of tiny hairs running
down towards his crotch. Through the water, Shawn could see Bryan's penis
hung limply as it gently floated in the water just above his loose,
hairless sack. The delicious thing looked about three inches long and was
about as thick as his thumb. It was circumcised, as all the boys in
Whiteshadow Isle tended to be, and was just as tanned as the rest of his
body. Bryan must have walked around naked a lot, which wasn't uncommon for
young boys. He only had small wisps of brown pubic hair around his penis
that weren't more than an inch and a half long. Bryan's eyes were slits, as
he lay back, like Shawn was, and let the jets scrub his body, but Shawn
knew them to be the most gorgeous shade of chocolate brown with long
eyelashes. Bryan's now clean, face was also gorgeous, with a faint cleft in
his chin and a tiny scar under his left eye. His nose was slightly large
and might be referred to, in certain places, as "Jewish." Bryan's clean
hair now shone in the light of the bathroom. It was brown, long, and very
thick as it hung down to just past the bottom of his neck, while several
strands hung in his face. Shawn's childhood love for Bryan was now fully
back with a powerful fury, and it wasn't simply sexual. Shawn loved Bryan
and, if they weren't members of royalty, he would definitely ask Bryan to
be his boyfriend. Though he didn't regret having Carter around for one
second, he longed for a long, drawn-out period, where he and Bryan could
just be alone to address the needs of their pubescent bodies. He knew that
Bryan longed for the same thing.

     Mike was very sweet looking, with long blond hair, almost white, that
hung down his neck like a mane. He had big green eyes that looked around
everywhere. Mike looked similar to Carter, in that they both had small
bodies with a small childish potbelly that would probably disappear as they
got older. His nine-year-old body, like Carter's, had not even come close
to beginning the changes of puberty. Not a single hair was anywhere on his
body, with the exception of his head.  Except for the odd scar, his skin
looked smooth and soft. Mike's tiny nipples were pale against his tanned
chest. His tiny penis, not even an inch long when limp, sat comfortably on
top of his tight, blemishless sack. If Shawn hadn't seen Mike and Carter
lying naked in bed last night, he never would have believed such a sweet,
innocent boy could even understand what the word "sex" meant. Shawn almost
envied Carter's contact with this little angel.

     Shawn's own body, being the oldest of the four, was more mature. His
chest was still hairless, but it was hard with muscle, though not very
defined muscle. His stomach had the same trail of hairs leading down to his
crotch as Bryan did, but Shawn's were darker. His pubic hair was also
darker and thicker, though not by much. Shawn's black hair was thick and
hung down to his shoulders. His dark brown eyes were half-closed as he
leaned back.

     Shawn saw Bryan slowly sit up, stretch, and then gently kick him on
the shin. Shawn quickly sat up and grinned, "I'm awake! What is it?"

     Carter and Mike both sat up to listen in. Bryan shrugged his
shoulders, groaning as he worked out a kink, then looked up at Shawn and
said, "Okay...Well, now what?"

     Shawn's look got confused as he replied, "What do you mean 'now what'?
We're home, aren't we?"

     Bryan nodded quickly, "Yes, I know, but...regarding those women who
attacked you and this war that I heard is going on. What are we going to
do? They're probably gonna try again, and the guards can only hold them off
for so long!"

     Shawn nodded grimly, "I'm aware of that, and after our bath, our
fathers said that they wanted to talk to us about what happened."

     Bryan leaned back and sighed, "They'll probably pat us on the head,
tell us not to worry, then lock us in a room until the thing is over. I
came back here because I love you, Shawn, but I refuse to be a pampered
priss and sit idly by while people are dying on the street!"

     Shawn stood up and gingerly stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel
and wrapping it around his waist. He looked back, "Carter, Bryan and I are
going down to talk to our dads. You stay here and finish washing yourself
and Mike, then get out and get dressed. We may have to leave again."

     Carter nodded drowsily and scooted over next to Mike, as Bryan stepped
out and got a towel.

     Half-naked, with only towels to cover their nudity, they padded down
the hallway and down towards the eating chamber. Upon arriving, however,
they saw that their fathers were not there. Shawn called out at a woman
clearing the table who promptly looked up and, seeing Shawn collapsed to
her knees and averted her eyes. "Yes, milord?" she meekly asked.

     Bryan giggled and Shawn sighed, still not used to the lengths that
some people would go to show him respect. "Wench...Where is my father and
Brett?"

     The woman, sounding close to tears, quietly said, "They retired to
their chambers...They did say that they wished to speak with you and Bryan
immediately following your bath."

     Shawn stifled a laugh and quickly turned and scurried out of the room
before his presence caused the weak-minded female to suffer a stroke.

     His towel came undone as he climbed up the stairs and, after thinking
for a second, left it on the ground and called back, "Wench! Get my towel,
clean it, then put it in my room!"

     He heard a responding sob from the direction of the dining room. Bryan
removed his towel and yelled, "Mine too, bitch!"

     They laughed as they both, now naked and glistening with water, ran up
the remaining stairs and walked towards his father and Brett's room. As was
typical of their age, they kept grabbing each other's butt and crotch as
they walked down the hallway, so by the time they reached the large
chamber-door of the kings, they were both fully erect and pretty horny.

     Shawn gently knocked at the closed doors and heard the gravelly voice
of Luke respond, "Who is it?"

     Bryan giggled and responded, "It's us, Luke. Is my father in there
too?"

     The door suddenly opened up and Brett stood there smiling slyly down
at Shawn and Bryan. He was totally naked and smiled approvingly at their
nakedness as well. "Come in, boys."  He said, his long red hair tied back
in a ponytail and his face covered in sweat.

     Shawn and Bryan slowly entered and saw Luke standing by a large
cabinet pulling out clothes and tossing them on the bed, he smiled at
them. Brett walked up beside Bryan and smiled down at him, "You see what a
little soap and water can do?"

     Bryan blushed and smiled back at his father, "You seem in a good mood,
for someone who usually smiles as often as a woman feels mercy."

     Luke threw one more pile of clothing on to the bed and then closed the
cabinet. He walked over to Brett and put his arm around him, then looked
down at the boys and grinned, "We older men feel just as happy after sex as
you youngsters do. Besides that, we've made an important decision regarding
you two."

     Shawn smiled and, copying his dad, put his arm around Bryan and
smiled, "What decision?"

     Luke left Brett's side, went over to the bed, and put on a pair of
white shorts, throwing a similar pair to Brett, who put them on as
well. Shawn asked again, "What decision, dad?"

     Luke pulled his ring off his finger and tossed it to Shawn who,
instinctively, caught up.  Shawn turned the object around in his hand; It
was a solid gold ring that had "King Eric" imprinted on it. Shawn looked up
at his dad in confusion, "But, father...This is your ring! Only the Pure
King of Whiteshadow Isle is allowed to have it."

     Luke nodded and smiled at Shawn, responding to his confusion by
saying, "Son, this war could very well finish us off. The women have grown
strong over the years and there's talk that they're created weapons that
rival our own. Rumors of long metal tube that fire small shards. I have
made many contacts during my time as king. I know someone in the female
homeland of Woodgrove that may be willing to turn traitor and join us,
giving us much needed supplies. We may be able to use the women's own
weapons against them, but I need to make contact. As such, I'm going away
for a while and you will take my place."

     Bryan stood by in disbelief as Shawn shook his head and began crying,
"No! Father, you can't go! They'll butcher you! I don't know how to run a
kingdom!"

     Luke bent down and hugged Shawn, shushing him and saying, "It's gonna
be alright. My advisors will help you and besides, you'll have another king
to reign beside you."

     Shawn looked up, tears still running down his face even after the
reassurance, "Father, I'll mess the kingdom up. I don't know the first
thing about government and Carter doesn't even sit still at meals! What
good will he do?"

     Brett laughed, "Who said anything about Carter?"

     Shawn looked up at Luke and Brett in confusion, "If not Carter, then
who?"

     The kings eyes turned down to Bryan, who began to join Shawn in
shaking his head and backing away, "No. I lived on the street...What do I
know about royal affairs?"

     Brett raised his eyebrows, "From what you told us, you were the
sovereign of your own hostel."

     Bryan shook his head, "Yes, but our only concerns there was getting
food and beds. It can hardly compare to running a kingdom!"

     Brett laughed and shook his head, "I'm going with Luke and you and
Shawn will reign.  That is final." With that, he removed his own ring and
gave it to the still defiant Bryan.

     Seeing the steadfastness of his father's claims, Shawn stopped crying
and nodded solemnly.  He removed his Prince's ring and stared at the two
rings in his hand. Without looking up, he asked, "When do you leave?"

     Luke put on a shirt and threw one to Brett; the rest of the clothes
were packed in a large backpack. "In a few moments." was the answer from
Luke.

     Brett put his hands on Shawn and Bryan's shoulders and said, "I'm
sorry to do this at such short notice. We have little time to waste,
though. Carter may be the rightful heir to rule beside Shawn, but tradition
is one thing and common sense is another! Carter is not mature enough to
handle the affairs of the crown. You, two are! With you two as kings,
Carter and...Mike, was it?  Well, Carter and Mike will be the crowned
princes. You will give Mike your ring, Shawn. Bryan's Prince's ring is
already being worn by Carter."

     With the two kings dressed and the bag packed, Luke and Brett bent
down and hugged the two crying teenagers in their arms. They then stood
back up and said, "Alright, Kings Shawn and Bryan...We must go, and you
must report, with Carter and Mike, to the throne room for your briefing."

     With that, the two kings walked out of the room, leaving Bryan and
Shawn still standing there. Slowly, Shawn looked up at Bryan and gave a
half-smile, "Well, I guess...we're kings now."

     Bryan laughed, "I was just barely a Prince even when I *lived* here!
Now, I'm a king!"

     They stared at each other, their childish minds coming to the same
conclusion,

     "Cool!" they both said.

     They walked down the hallway, putting on their new rings. Both were a
little loose on their fingers, but they looked much bigger than their
Prince rings. They took turns strutting down the hallway, trying to look
royal. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Shawn looked up, his
sadness at his father's departure gone, and giggled, "After you, Your
Majesty!"

     Bryan laughed, "No! You first, Your Highness!"

     They looked around the main chambers and heard the sound of carriage
wheels from outside. Their fathers, no doubt. They ran around the main
hallway, still naked, until Shawn tripped over Bryan's parading feet and he
fell face first on to the carpeted floor.

     Bryan looked down and giggled. Shawn looked up and giggled too, "My
royal penis is so horny, I can't walk straight!"

     Bryan fell down next to Shawn and crawled on top of him, "Easily
helped..." he said as he lowered his lips on top of Shawn's. They lay on
top of each other in the middle of the floor and kissed, their hard,
pubescent pricks rubbed against each other. They panted as the friction
propelled both of their hormonal bodies towards orgasm.

     Suddenly, there was a loud sound of someone clearing their throat. The
two boys quickly separated and looked up, seeing the Royal Treasurer,
Fargo, looking down at them with a slight smile, "Your Majesties, we await
you and the two little ones in the throne room."

     Bryan scowled up at Fargo, "Can't the rulers of the freaking country
get some occasional fuck time?!"

     Fargo snorted in laughter and shook his head, "Your fathers left you
two in charge because they thought you were mature enough. As difficult as
it is for two boys of your age, I'm afraid you're going to have to put the
affairs of state ahead of your...*ahem*...fuck time."

     Shawn and Bryan kissed quickly before standing up. They scowled at
Fargo once again, though the effect was somewhat lessened by the precum
that oozed out of their pricks and made their circumcised heads
shine. Fargo nodded, "We await you in the throne room..."

     The two boy-kings ran down the hallway, up another flight of stairs,
and stopped in front of Shawn's door. The sounds of high-pitched grunting
came from behind the door and Shawn and Bryan counted to three, then burst
open the doors and yelled, "WAKE UP!!!!"

     Carter's mouth, which seemed to be firmly attached to Mike's little
dick before they burst in, flew off it and both boys jumped and fell out of
Shawn's bed in shock. Bryan and Shawn laughed as the two boys shone red
with exertion and blush as they tried, in vain, to cover themselves up.

     "If we can't make love, neither can you!" Shawn exclaimed with a
laugh.

     Mike looked up at Bryan and stuttered, "W...We...We...We weren't
m...make...making love!"

     Carter stood up and shoved Mike, "Oh shut up. I was sucking your dick
and you liked it, huh?!"

     The young Squire Carter then walked over to both kings and smiled
before grabbing a cock in each hand and gently stroking them with a
"Mmm..." escaping his lips. Bryan turned to Shawn and said, again, "You
taught him well, Shawnie."

     The boys reluctantly swatted Carter's hands away and Shawn smiled down
at them, "Later, we'll all have one big fuck-fest, I promise, but right now
we got some news. Y'all better get dressed and quick, because I'm itching
for a good cum and I want to get this stupid royal shit out of the way!"

     Bryan put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, "Calm down, Shawnie. Geez, you
really *are* horny!"

Carter, apparently in a hyper, euphoric mood as most prepubescents are
prone to every now and again, jumped over to the drawers, tossed out a pile
of clothing and yelled at Mike, "Okay, slave!  Get dressed!"

     Mike giggled and Carter and him raced to get dressed. Mike won, as
Carter still had a raging hardon, which wasn't that big, but still made it
difficult to get his pants on.

     Bryan and Shawn giggled as they watched the two boys dress. Amidst the
flurry of activity, Bryan turned to Shawn and said, "I hope our fathers
will be all right..."

     Shawn nodded, "So do I. We're gonna have to try our best to run things
in their absence, though."

     Bryan nodded, "I'm glad we could rule together. You're so beautiful,
Shawnie."

     Shawn smiled, "Not as beautiful as you. I still can't believe you're
back. I feel like crying with joy every time I look at your face."

     Shawn's hands reached up and stroked Bryan's cheek, brushing his hair
out of his face.  They stared into each other's eyes and Shawn leaned
forward and brushed his lips gently over Bryan's in a gentle angel-like
peck. A tear ran down Bryan's cheek as Bryan returned it with an equally
gentle peck. "I'm so in love with you." Bryan whispered as his hand reached
forward to stroke Shawn's cheek. Shawn leaned forward again, only this
time, he pressed his lips gently against Bryan's and kept them there. Their
mouths opened, their tongues touched and their saliva swished between each
other's mouth, while some drooled down their chins. Their noses were side
to side as their mouths were wide open and drooling over each other's face
as they were pressed together, their teeth touching. Each of their tongues
coated the inside of the other's mouth with the other's spit. Their faces
soon became a wet mess.

     They slowly drew apart as they noticed a now fully dressed Carter and
Mike watching them with a look of disgust on their face, "Do you mind?! Get
a room or something!"

     Shawn looked around and smiled, Bryan's saliva oozing off his lips and
chin, "I did. You're in it, dipshit."

     Carter looked at Mike and giggled, "Would *you* mind if I drooled on
you?"

     Mike blushed bright red and looked down embarrassed. Shawn could
easily see he had a crush on Carter and, despite being a bit older than
Carter, was still a bit uncomfortable with Carter's sexual advances.

     Bryan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed his
mouthful of saliva before saying, "Okay, guys, as we said, we got
news. Let's head down to the throne room and get it over with."

     Shawn and Bryan quickly tossed on a pair of simple jogging shorts and
no shirt, and then the four of them left the room, each with their arm
around the boy next to them. They walked down the stairs and stopped just
before the throne room. Carter and Mike were both wearing simple tank tops
and tight denim shorts that were similar to the ones Shawn wore on the day
of the Choosing. Hardly princely dressed, but it was just as unbecoming for
Kings to enter, what is said to be the nerve center of royal rules, wearing
workout shorts, no shirts, with both their faces glistening in spit.

     Regardless, after a bit of straightening of whatever clothes they had
on, the four advances through the archway and entered the throne room.

     It was a huge chamber only used for the weekly Royal Counsel meeting,
and, besides that, used only when guests came calling on the Kings. This
was rare in this time of harmony and peace where most had what they needed
and those that didn't, had good reasons for it.

     Eight thrones sat at the very end of the white-carpeted room. The
always-present two large ones were added to by six other ones that had,
apparently, been brought in for the meeting. The six were turned to face
the two major ones.

     Seated in the six thrones surrounding the two central ones, were:
Fargo the Treasurer, Jasper the Domestic Consultant, Calvin the Foreign
Advisor, Colonel Garrett the Head Guard, Wesley the Cartographer, and,
presiding over all of them, was Frost, the Chief Advisor and Vizier to
Whiteshadow Isle.

     When the four boys entered, Frost stood up quickly and pronounced,
"All rise for Kings Shawn and Bryan, as well as Princes Carter and Mike!"
All the other advisors rose.

     Carter looked up at Shawn, "King?"

     Shawn shushed him and whispered, "You'll see..." then quickly
announced, "Please...All be seated!"

     On his command, everybody except Frost and Garrett sat down
again. Frost motioned with his hand at the empty thrones. Carter and Mike
uncomfortably made their way over and sat down.  Bryan and Shawn, of
course, took their seats in the big thrones. A servant wench came back with
two simple chairs and Frost and Garrett sat back down.

     Once everybody was seated, Frost leaned over and whispered to Shawn
and Bryan, "Your clothes, Your Majesties?"

     Shawn shrugged, "Last minute notice of the meeting, Lord
Frost. Couldn't be helped."

     Frost nodded, smiled warmly, and said, "Fargo explained to me why you
are late. Now, I understand your teenage urges and respect the idea of
giving you boys time alone. However, things are no longer as simple as they
were when you were just Princes. You are now the Kings of this country,
however temporary it might be, and, as such, you must think clearly and
with your big head, not always with your little one. I understand your
dislike of some of our laws, but as ruler, you are now bound by them and
must uphold them. Finally, in the future, be more properly dressed when
walking around the palace and, especially, the throne room. If you do not
wish to wear your royal clothes, than at least wear a short-sleeved shirt
and long pants. Coming to the Counsel in jogging shorts with no top on not
proper for a sovereign. When you are in your room, behind closed doors, you
may do and wear what you want. Are we clear, boys?"

     Shawn and Bryan both nodded.

      Frost was an older man of about sixty or so, with long white hair, a
long gray beard, and shining green eyes. According to what Shawn had heard
from his father and Brett, Frost was once the head of the guards, with
Garrett as his top student. He had helped fight back occasional raids, but
his growing age weakened his reflexes. For his service to the crown,
however, he was taken up as Luke and Brett's Vizier when they took the
throne. Shawn remembered how Frost had taught him how to use a sword and
had been very patient as he struggled to learn the intricacies of
fencing. He loved Frost like a grandfather, and knew that Frost loved him a
lot too. Even though his position was much higher than that of a Lord,
Shawn thought 'Lord Frost' sounded better than 'Vizier Frost', so that's
what he was called.

     Frost looked around at his cohorts and cleared his throat, "Are we
ready to begin now, Your Majesties?"

     The two kings nodded and the Princes stood looking on.

     Frost picked out, from a folder he was carrying, a small pile of
paper, and began, "Very well, the first thing I felt the need to bring up
is whether or not Carter and Mike are aware of what's going on."

     Shawn shook his head, "No, Lord Frost. Because
of...ummm...the...well..."

     Bryan cut in, "What King Shawn is trying to say, Vizier, is that we
were too busy relieving those teenage urges to tell Carter and Mike about
the change of command."

     Shawn blushed and nodded.

     The audience of advisors all chuckled, except for Frost, who was now
steadfast on getting this meeting rolling. Frost raised his hand and the
advisors stopped laughing, then said, "Very well..." He turned towards Mike
and Carter, "Mike and Carter. Their Royal Majesties, Brett and Luke, have
both left on a mission. As such, Shawn is now king. It was decided,
however, that you were not mature enough to take the throne by his side, so
Bryan, son of Brett, was decided as being the other king. You are still
Shawn's Chosen, however, and this absence of Luke and Brett are temporary,
thus when Shawn officially takes the crown for good, you will be the other
king.  Meanwhile, Shawn and Bryan are Kings of this country, and you and
Mike are now at a Prince's status. All that means, is that you two are now
royalty and, should either of them no longer be worthy of being Kings, you
two will take over, but only then. In addition, the guards will watch over
both you like hawks. When Luke and Brett return, Shawn and Bryan will be
demoted back to Princes and Carter and Mike will be simple squires
again. Do you understand?"

     Carter and Mike, who did, in fact, listen to most of what Frost had
said, simply shrugged.

     Shawn smiled and leaned over to Carter and said, "Basically, Bryan and
I are kings, so you behave!"

     Carter and Mike giggled and nodded.

     Frost nodded, "Now second of all, as per tradition, I am now obligated
to tell you that you two boys are not ideal kings because you have not
received any royal training. We are not allowed to give you more than
simple advice, either, so if you choose to be kings, you will need to
handle all affairs, mostly, on your own. Therefore, since Colonel Garrett
and I are the two highest-ranking non-nobles in Whiteshadow Isle, perhaps
it would be best if you gave us the throne. That way, you two could
continue to run around naked and have all the orgasms your pubescent hearts
could desire."

     Shawn smiled and looked over at Bryan, then at the rings on their
fingers. After several seconds, Shawn turned back and said, "Thanks for
offer, but, as much as the idea appeals to us of having on the throne, a
burnt-out, old fart and a guy who can, on occasion, make Yurik the
Slaughterer look like a flower-child, I think we're going to have to ride
this one out for ourselves."

     Garrett and Frost couldn't help it and laughed.

     "Very well, then. Long Live King Bryan! Long Live King Shawn!" Frost
pronounced.

     The chant was repeated by each of the advisors as the kings and
princes looked on. After that, Frost passed the floor over to Fargo who
began the weekly reading of the financial situation of the kingdom...

"...And so, since silk trade with the Northlands accumulated less profit
than would have been preferred, I'm proposing that we either raise the
cost, per shipment, or start exporting them another commodity
entirely. What do you propose, Your Majesties?"

     Three hours later and the meeting was still going on as Calvin, the
Foreign Advisor, went over trade statistics. Calvin was a nice guy, Shawn
thought, but he took his job far too seriously.  Carter and Mike had
already been excused about an hour ago, when Mike fell asleep and collapsed
from his throne. Shawn's own eyes were droopy and Bryan seemed to yawn
every minute or so.  Shawn couldn't believe how his father and Brett put up
with this every week.

     "Shawn? Bryan? Are you paying attention?!" Calvin barked.

     "Huh?! What?" Bryan sat up straight with a start, and yawned. Shawn
smiled weakly and sat up as well, waving his hand in Calvin's direction and
saying, "Whatever you think is best, Calvin."

     The advisors looked at each other in disapproval and began mumbling to
each other. Frost began rearranging his papers and putting them back in his
folder, "I think perhaps our young sovereigns have had enough politics for
one day. What say we continue this meeting tomorrow?"

     Shawn quickly stiffened, "NO! Umm...I mean, no, I think we can
complete it. Calvin, you were talking about silk?"

     Frost finished re-arranging the papers and turned towards Shawn and
Bryan, "Your Majesties, perhaps it would be best if you let me, in my power
as Vizier, handle the day to day affairs of running a kingdom, and we'll
call on you if anything important needs to be discussed."

He was smiling, feeling sympathetic for the two pubescent boys who fidgeted
visibly in their oversized thrones. Shawn yawned and nodded, "Okay, but
make sure to let us know about anything that's more important than the day
to day affairs."

     Frost smiled and nodded, "Very well, Shawn. Well, you two may go
now. I'll handle the rest of the meeting. Make sure and be ready at all
times, though, because we may need to call on you."

     With that, Frost turned away from them and focused his attention on
Advisor Calvin who, once again, was talking about the silk. Shawn and Bryan
began to stand, when Shawn stopped himself and said, "Umm...Colonel
Garrett?"

     The advisors stopped talking and turned towards the two kings once
again; Colonel Garrett's gruff voice answering, "Yes, Your Highness?"

     Under the focused stare of the head of Whiteshadow Isle's army, Shawn
began to blush and stare at the floor, but stopped himself. Using all his
willpower, Shawn stared straight on into the emotionless, chilly stare of
Colonel "Bloody" Blade Garrett. "What is your men's situation regarding the
war efforts?"

     Garrett shrugged, "Simple patrols throughout the island. There are
twenty men in each patrol, all on horseback. They have orders to kill any
woman they see."

     Bryan shook his head, "Patrols aren't good enough. The women are far
too smart and will ambush your men, killing them like dogs. It would be
best to have your patrols on guard duty around Dawson, protecting the
capital city."

     Garrett turned towards Bryan, stood up and sneered, "You would have me
call my men out of the battlefield, men trained for the glory of seeking
out the enemy and destroying them, and have me waste their talents on
simple guard duty?!"

     Bryan backed off slightly and Shawn took over, "Your men's talents
would be better used protecting the center of our country, rather than
scattering around and looking for an enemy that, from what you've said, is
known for stealth tactics."

     Garrett stared at both boys in disgust, "What do you two children know
about military tactics?!"

     Frost and the other advisors looked on with interest as Shawn and
Bryan stood their ground. After a moment of thought, Bryan spoke up, "We
need know nothing, Colonel, but simple common sense. Attacking the enemy is
well and good, but a wise man once said that you should never start a fight
unless you're sure that you can win."

     Garrett nodded, "I'm familiar with that adage, and I am confident that
we will win, if only you give us a chance and stop interfering in places
you have no experience!"

     Shawn smiled and stepped closer to Garrett, "Colonel, you've been a
loyal protector of our kingdom for many years. You have obeyed my father
and Brett in their orders without question.  You have protected me from the
horrors of the outside world. Now, both as your friend and, most
importantly, as your king, I ask you to please carry out our orders."

     Garrett stepped back and his face was a mixture of emotion. He looked
over at Bryan, who simply nodded, then back at Shawn. After almost a
minute, he gave a shallow bow and said, quietly, "As you wish, Your
Majesties. I will keep you updated on the guard duty's status." then he
went back to his throne and sat down. Frost gave a slight smile up at the
two boys, and winked.

     With that, Shawn and Bryan quickly scurried out of the throne room. As
soon as the doors shut behind them, they both burst out laughing.

     "What do two children know about military tactics?!" Bryan imitated.

     Shawn giggled and exclaimed, "Damn, was that boring!"

     Bryan nodded, "But, now we can go back to your room and you can make
good on your promise."

     Shawn smiled at him, "Doesn't your body ever tire?"

     "But I want to make love to you!" Bryan whined and, with that, he
jumped at Shawn, tackling him to the floor.

     Bryan grinned down at Shawn as he lay on top of him, the front of his
jogging shorts tented out, "Come on, Shawnie! Rock my world!"

     Shawn laughed and tried to shove Bryan off of him, but Bryan wrapped
his arms tight around Shawn's body and wouldn't let go. Shawn finally
stopped struggling after several seconds, and said, "Okay...I guess I'm
getting horny again too. Remember what we doing before?"

     Bryan giggled, "How could I forget, Shawnie?" and he reached down and
pulled off his jogging shorts. His cock now stuck out at its full five
inches as it hung between Bryan's legs, the slit at the end flaring with
the need to expel his pubescent cum. It was already drooling precum, making
the circumcised head shiny and wet. Sweat matted his sparse pubic hair down
around his prick.

     Shawn reached down and pulled off his own shorts and Bryan gasped as
Shawn's hard six inches sprung out and smacked his stomach. It now looked
almost as desperate as Bryan's and Shawn could feel his hormones surging as
they begged him for an orgasm.

     With both of their shorts lying in a pile beside them, Bryan moved
forward a bit, until both of their cocks lay on top of each other. Bryan
pulled Shawn's body tighter against him, and pressed his lips against Shawn
with a passionate fury. Their faces soon began to get covered in saliva
again as their open mouths and wet tongues roamed all over each other's
face. They began thrusting against each other. They didn't move quickly,
despite both of their needs, and were content to prolong the feelings of
their cocks rubbing, letting the feelings build.

     They kissed and licked each others face as long as possible until,
both short of breath, they had to bend their heads away and gasp. They
didn't say a word to each other, though their eyes and smiles told
everything that the other needed to know.

     Shawn soon felt Bryan's movements increase, and he knew that his
orgasm must be approaching. He tried to quicken his own movement and cum
around the same time as his lover.

     Ten seconds later, Bryan groaned loudly and gave one final, hard
thrust against Shawn's boyhood, then began making quick, irregular
ones. Shawn could feel Bryan's stomach tighten and his dick expand against
his own and looked down in time to be hit in the face by the first squirt
of Bryan's boyish juices. The second squirt sprayed droplets of his cum
across Shawn's chest.

     As soon as he was hit on the face by Bryan's warm cum, he felt his own
pleasure peak and he groaned as he felt all his muscles tensing. As soon as
Bryan's second squirt sprayed his torso, Shawn returned of volley of his
own cum, as it spurted four times, all over Bryan's neck and chest.

     Both their orgasms through, Bryan collapsed on top of Shawn and
sighed. They could both feel the sticky wetness between them and Shawn
giggled weakly as he said, "I think we might need another bath."

     Bryan rolled off Shawn and grinned, "Oh, I'll give you a bath!"

     Shawn giggled as Bryan got on all fours and bent over Shawn. Starting
at his softening prick, he gently licked the shaft and circumcised head of
all remnants of Shawn's salty/sweet juices. Shawn stiffened and groaned,
but his worn cock didn't stiffen any. Bryan's wet tongue licked all the way
down, sliding gently over Shawn's balls. Bryan giggled as he took one
gently in his mouth. Shawn groaned and said, "I don't think there's any
down there!"

     Bryan let the testicle out of his mouth and looked up grinning, "Every
little part of you tastes so good, Shawnie!"

     Shawn giggled, "Get all your jizz off me before it hardens. There's a
whole bunch on my face." Shawn licked his lips, drinking up some of the
semen on his face.

     Bryan laughed, "I'm coming! Hold on!"

     "I thought you just did!" Shawn retorted with a grin.

     Bryan's tongue quickly swept a path of drool back up Shawn's crotch,
over his matted pubic hair, and up his stomach. Bryan seemed to purr as he
licked up the thin spray of his own cum that had landed on Shawn's belly
and Shawn giggled, "Stop! You're tickling me!"

     Bryan ignored his pleas and ran his tongue up and around his innie
bellybutton, drinking up a small pool of cum that had found its way in
there. Once finished there, Bryan's wandering tongue left a trail up to
Shawn's chest rubbing around his nipples. As his tongue passed over each of
the stiffening nubs, Shawn's body stiffened and he groaned. Bryan looked
down and giggled, "My dear king, I do believe you're getting hard again!"

     Shawn's prick was, once again, stiffening into erection as Bryan
smiled down at it. "It looks so delicious, Shawnie...I don't think I can
help myself!"

     Shawn giggled, "I don't know what it is about you that makes me so
horny when I'm with you. Tell you what: finish licking this crap off me and
I'll think about it."

     Bryan gave a joking salute and quickly bent down and whipped his
tongue all over Shawn's neck and face, slurping up what ever semen was
still left on him. He finished it off by rubbing his tongue over Shawn's
lips. They graciously parted and Shawn and Bryan kissed once again, Shawn
tasting Bryan's juices once again."

     Suddenly, Shawn gave a hard shove and Bryan fell over on to his back
with a thud. He looked up, surprised, at Shawn, "What the hell was that
for?!"

     Shawn giggled down at him, "My turn!"

     With that, Shawn bent down and began licking all over Bryan's dick and
balls, drinking up whatever cum had leaked out. During the course of
Bryan's tongue bath on him, Bryan's cock had hardened once again and Shawn
had to control himself to stop from sucking on it.

     His tongue traveled quickly up Bryan stomach and chest, stopping on
his neck to drink up pools of his own cum. He made loud slurping sounds as
he drank up his sex juices, which caused both of their hard cocks to throb
with renewed sexual desire. Shawn's tongue traveled over Bryan's chin and
over his lips and cheeks. Once again, Shawn stopped to kiss Bryan tenderly.

     Once all the cum was gone from their bodies and, in it's place, drying
trails of each other's spit, Shawn collapsed off of Bryan and they lay next
to each other, panting and grinning.

     Suddenly, they heard a small high-pitched voice above them say, "Hey,
isn't Shawn supposed to be bound to me or something?"

     They both looked up to see Carter standing there naked, looking down
at them. His hairless little pricklet stood erect and throbbing as he
smiled at the two kings.

     Shawn sat up and grinned at Carter, "Sort of. Why do you ask?"

     Carter sat down on the floor beside Shawn and Bryan and giggled,
blushing, "Don't you think you've been cheating on me just a bit?"

     Shawn reached over and grabbed the nine-year-old in a tight headlock,
"You're pretty smart for a toddler!"

     Carter struggled and yelled, "Ouch! Hey, I give! I give!"

     Shawn let him go, giggling, "I'm not cheating on you. It's just that
Bryan and I are old friends who enjoy tasting each other's passion."

     "I wanna taste some passion, too!" Carter exclaimed.

     Shawn and Bryan looked at each other and at the renewed vigor in they
pubescent pricks, "You think we should share ourselves with the baby?"

     Carter jumped at Shawn, tackling him and pinning him to the ground,
"You promised you'd suck my penis! Remember?"

     Shawn giggled, "Yes...I remember. Let's go do that right now!"

     Carter got o