Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 11:33:10 -0500 From: Rusty Jerris Subject: The Lordling Draphen finally finished his daily meditations with the Sith Lord, Anivrom. The small grey room held a high view over Dromund Kaas's expansive capital. The boy tried to hide his excitement for the day, but he didn't seem to need to. His master had been distracted all week, he could sense it. Battle meditation was not so useful a technique if the channeler couldn't concentrate. He suspected the Empire's fleet might be preparing to engage the Republic soon. Perhaps that might be what was troubling him. Even so, weakness was not easily tolerated among the Sith. He would destroy his master one day, and claim his place, for that was the Sith way. Today was not that day though, for he was only twelve. His power in the force may have been considerable, but it was not yet fully tempered. Anivrom stood "You are dismissed." Normally the dark lord would entertain his prized pupil with some grim humors, but apparently not today. Draphen stood and looked out the window of the high chamber; he was free to roam until next sunlight, over 12 hours. He was no longer allowed on the training facility, as trainees could only access them during scheduled sessions. Instead, he was given access to the library, and that was it. Otherwise he had to keep entirely for himself. Some sort of self-sufficiency lesson. A sudden wave of darkness crept to the corner of his mind. The doors flung open and a stream of purple lightning filled the room, blackening the grey walls. Draphen had anticipated the danger with trained perception, and had already crashed through the window, beginning his 100 meter fall to the ground. Lord Anivrom laughed and clapped from above, giving praise to Draphen's reaction. The black-haired boy couldn't help but grin. There's the man I know. Sticking a high landing was a trick so old, it's origins had been lost. Still, it made Draphen nervous to be so close to death. A stream of the 'force push' technique below slowed his descent, until he landed lightly as a feather. He began to head south. The first few months in the city alone had been a struggle to survive. The Sith were right that survival forces growth, as he had soon learned. Abilities and concepts learned in his sessions were not merely homework or techniques for practice, but tips for keeping alive. The most common way other homeless boys had kept alive in the city was through whoring, but they were not force sensitive like Draphen. Theft by levitation, illusions, and force persuasion had earned the boy a furnished home with much to spare. There was such disparity between those with the force and those without, Draphen liked to laugh, that he had spent money on the boy-whores rather than having been one. He had grown tired of these boys though, there was none of the innocence that he enjoyed so much, nor were they ever clean or tight. He would still take a newcomer when one showed up, but it was not so common as he might have liked. Instead, he was heading south, outside the city. The nobles had their own private communities with expansive complexes that held any sort of activity you might dream of. Draphen didn't care so much for the sports or workout rooms, but rather the boys that used them. They just seemed to have no cares or worries in the world, and not a soul had ever tainted their bodies. Getting in was easy enough, he need only dress in bright, flowing colours. Today he chose cloaked green attire; he felt the colours went well with his tuffled blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. The guard to the gated communities lazily asked for his ID card, but force persuasion had him pass through that gate, and several others, without trouble. As usual, he choose the private pool of the diplomats' suite. It was generally uncrowded, as the diplomats were not so much fond of swimming. Luckily, their children were, and these fresh new morsels came in and out weekly. He saw from outside the fence that two boys of about eleven were taking turns doing tricks off the diving board. Draphen entered the locker room and telekinetically disrobbed, leaving him in deep red board shorts with a black wasteband. He somehow felt they were Sithy, in an ironic sort of way. He sat down and began to meditate in the center of the locker room until he located the boys' clothing in a nearby locker. He tossed them into an in recycler robot by the entrance before heading outside. He sat down in a pool chair and watched the two slender boys climb out of the water, laughing and joking. Immediately, he could tell the younger of the two boys was gay. He didn't really even need to have his force senses for that one. His body language was screaming "please let me fuck you," even without his tiny boner. He was pretty cute...brown hair and eyes, pale white skin, and a thin yellow speedo. The older one was lanky and awkward in his movements, entirely oblivious to the other kid. His green boardshorts were sucked tightly against him, outlining his slender cock. He was almost certainly straight though, to Draphen's dismay. He could still amuse himself very easily with the situation. On the older boy's next dive, a slight tug of the force snatched the green board shorts and forced them straight down his thighs and off the ends of his toes. Draphen smiled; the shorts were inexplicably drawn towards the water filter and sucked away without resistance. Panick was obvious on the boy's face as he clung to the wall of the pool, utterly naked. The younger boy's cock twitched, even with just a blurry view through the water. He was furiously signaled to get a towel, and hesitantly obeyed...but somehow they seemed out of towels, where they had been full minutes earlier. Draphen grinned wider. The boy would have to make a break for it, but he wouldn't if anyone was watching. Lucky for him, there were only four other people in the pool, and none of them were really paying much attention. Even the lifeguard was just reading a book in her high chair. The boy looked around at everyone, then looked at Draphen. The lordling didn't even try to hide it; he stared at the lanky nude kid, giving him a smirk that said "I know, I saw." The kid frowned and looked around again, then hopped out of the water and quickly bounded for the door. The other boy followed closely, keeping his eyes on his friend's bum. For act two, Draphen got up and followed them into the bathrooms, which were complete with toilets, an elevated hot tub, and showers. Through a single door was the locker room and the two boys, but he would let them come back to him. Instead, he stripped off his red shorts, sat down in a bubbling hot tub, and waited. A few moments later, he heard a wail of despair "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?" The change of clothes were gone! "Bahahaha" laughed Draphen, he lay back and relax. It took a few minutes, but the boys came back to the one room you were actually supposed to be naked in. Voices in the locker room signaled that they had fled from the view other people rather than use that simple logic. The lanky boy's eyes were slightly red where he had been quitely pouting before. "What do we do, Jayce?" asked the younger boy, though he didn't seem so worried. Jayce looked around and spotted Draphen and the red board shorts beside him. "Uhhh..." he stuttered, looking at Draphen "Do you mind if I borrow those?" His voice and politeness were certainly of the son of a diplomat. Even as shamed as he was, he remembered his manners. "I do mind, actually" he replied dully. "They are my only pair." "Well...you see....I dont have any clothes..." "Yep, I can see that" he laughed sarcastically "me neither. You going to join in? Go shower? Or just stand there with your friend?" With a slight frown, he walked up the mini-stairs to the hot tub and stated his full case. "What I mean to say is, I lost my shorts and my changing clothes, and I have no way to get back to my room." "No way to get back...? Ohhh, I get it!" laughed Draphen, pretending to notice the placement of the boy's hands. "You see, on my world people are not so ashamed of their bodies." He stood out of the boiling water, revealing his naked body. "I guess I just find it hard to comprehend why you can't simply walk back to your room." The younger boy gaped slightly, obviously having no formal training in any sort of manners. Jayce accidentally glanced during the single instant Draphen had begun to rise from the water, but his formal training kept his eyes from wandering again. "If you sit with me, maybe we can work something out, but only if you respect my way of life as well. You are a diplomat's son, yes? Think of it as a cultural learning experience." Draphen had used this line before, it always got the good and proper boys. Slowly, Jayce dropped his hands to his sides. The lordling was careful not to even glance, or his persona might be questioned. The boy dipped his feet in the hot water, grimacing at the temperature. He could not yet enter, so he sat naked on the edge of the pool. No doubt he wished to cover himself, his hands kept itching his waist and belly, unconscious attempts to block out the view. "Come on, Set" whispered Jayce to the other boy. The kid had been nonstop absorbing the view of the two cocks in front of him until now. Remembering himself, he turned around to remove his speedo, a sly attempt to hide his raging boner. His butt wiggled as he wriggled the spandex down. He swifly jumped waist-deep into the water, but yelped and flopped back out. He hid his little prick for a moment before realizing that neither boy was attempting to look at it. Regardless, his face turned red as an apple as he uncovered himself. Draphen sat back down on the ledge the pool, laying against the wall behind him. He spread his legs ever so slightly, both giving a good view of himself and laying back as if seemingly comfortable. "So then, what did you want to talk about" the lordling asked. "Well first" Jayce said firmly, "I'm Jayce Handorin." He extend his hand "... and this is Setram Vegetius. What do we call you?" Draphen smiled, the boy was certainly well groomed, he could be a fine friend someday, he could go far. "You can call me Mance Treylor" Draphen smiled, reaching across the pool and accepting the handshake. "What do you propose to bargain for?" He wondered if the diplomat's son would be willing to treat this like a real-world agreement. "Your red shorts" he replied smoothly, accepting the game. "Or any other garments you may have." "Ah yes, those." Draphen pretended to ponder. "Hmmm, but what if I don't have anymore? I might not be willing to part with my only pair...except for a higher price, maybe even higher than you'd be willing to give." "True" Jayce smiled, "but not moments ago you admitted you wouldn't even mind walking around stark...but even so" he grimaced, predicting my response "I understand not wanting to offend the other guests, but would you care to name your price?" "A single wish to be granted from you, one of any sort." Will he take my bait? the lordling wondered. Jayce frowned. "It could be anything...?" "Indeed" Draphen replied. The boy sat and thought for a long while, his diplomatic instincts taking ahold of him. He seemed to completely forget his own nudity as he lay backwards on the floor, readjusting his body. His cock lay upwards against his belly while has balls clung tightly to its base. You could almost even see the top of his butthole, had be decided to spread his legs a little. His pale white body allowed for red accents on his sack and at the tip of his penis. Setram had already turned his attention towards the friend, no longer seeming to care if anyone caught him staring. "I agree" Jayce sat up, with a sly grin. They shook hands to finish the agreement, and Draphen passed over the little red shorts. "Now for my request?" Draphen asked, his face a mask. "Nope, you only agreed that I have a wish granted, you never stated from who. In fact, you said of any sort...perhaps you'll learn to not be so vague in future agreements?" His smirk was one of absolute victory. "I will take a request from Satrem instead." Draphen feigned suprise, then laughed. "Well damn, you got me." Satrem's eyes were widened so much, Draphen was afraid they might pop out. It was quite cute. Too bad for Jayce, the lordling had been subtlely pushing Satrem's mind into an instinctual drive for sex over the past ten minutes. His little boner was a pillar of stone. Both boys turned to Satrem. Satrem pupil's were as large as melons. "Fuck me" he whispered loudly. The look on Jayce's face was priceless, he lost all manner of diplomacy and turned to Draphen. He swallowed "Nevermind, what did you want?" Draphen was already in a fit of exaggerated laughter, but somehow managed a "Fuck him." Jayce turned white and just sat there. He looked over at Satrem, who was still staring dumbly at his body as he fondled himself. Breaking with manners, he finally looked down at the movement and noticed the younger boy's boner for the first time. It was twitching, he saw. Draphen lay back and starting jacking himself as well. His boner had formed from anticipation since the moment Jayce agreed. He had been lucky to hold it off even that long. The look Jayce gave Draphen was horrified but Draphen only grinned in true victory "Perhaps I should fuck you, that'll teach you to take everything into consideration, no? You'll certainly take this lesson home." For a moment, Draphen was afraid Jayce was going to throw the red shorts at him and storm out of the area, still naked. The look on his face was cold and disgusted. If he did, Draphen might be able to force manipulate him into something, or at the very least have his way with the younger boy, but Jayce was well trained by his masters, he would never back out of a binding arrangement. He grabbed Satrem and walked off to the showers to do his duty. Draphen followed, slowly jacking himself. Satrem propped himself up against the wall with his legs spread, revealing a pink hole between clenched white cheeks. Water from a showerhead began to pour over both boys, but neither seemed to notice it. Grabbing a bar of soap, Jayce positioned himself behind Satrem and slid a soapy finger inside him. The younger boy closed his eyes and winced in a strange pleasure. A light moan escaped when he forced his cock in instead. Draphen could have cum just from the view of Jayce's flexing butt cheeks, but he held back. The boy began to rock back and forth in a smooth rhythm, which Satrem seemed to unconsciously synergize with. Picking up a soap bar himself, Draphen slickened his own cock and crept up behind Jayce. A slippery finger up his bum met with initial shock, but even as his shaft entered the older boy, he met with no resistance. The poor kid must be punishing himself for his failure, Drphen thought. He reached his hand around both boys and begain to jerk Satrem in rhythm with his own thrusts. The train of moaning boys could feel each other tighten and clench and gasp with each movement until suddenly Satrem's back snapped upwards and Draphen felt a warm sticky fluid between his fingers. His own seed exploded into Jayce as the third pulse between his fingers came. Moans from the cumming boys filled the showers. Just as Draphen's final spurt left him, he felt Jayce's back snap upward in front of him. A gasp so large, the boy most have been holding his breath for minutes, escaped. He could feel Jayce's cheeks clench around his cock as the boy came into Satrem. Draphen wrapped his arms around Jayce and began to just feel his body. The smoothness of the boy couldn't please him more. He ripped the older kid out of Satrem and gripped his hand around the boy's cock, letting the texture of cum and cock be implanted in his memory forever. In a quick fit of madness, he threw Jayce on the floor and began to suck the cum off his cock. The boy's arms gripped the floor as he closed his eyes and let Draphen swallow him. The lordling began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, swirling his tongue around the underside of the boy's head. This time, Jayce made no attempts to hide his moans. Draphen's arms ran up his thighs and across his belly, scavenging the boy's body for any point of pleasure. Jayce began to unconsciously raise his waist off the floor as the moment of cilmax approached. Draphen swallowed every drop greedily as the boy squirmed beneath him. The sucking began to tickle Jayce with pleasure so great that he cried out, and had to physically force the lordling off him. Looking around after a minute of rest, Draphen saw Satrem jacking himself off by the wall. He looked as if he could do it forever. Jayce was staring unwavering at the ceiling; he could be heard whispering to himself "Am I gay?" Draphen crawled over to the older boy and turned him over, granting better access to the his bum. He traced a finger around the boy's hole and starting jacking himself off again, he figured he could do with another one. After a few moments, he felt an arm rest against his thigh. He turned to see Satrem leaning over his crouch. Draphen dropped his arm and let the boy engulf his cock. Lying on that shower floor with one boy's pink hole in his face and another sucking him off, he couldn't help but think life was good.