Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 03:12:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: tyverius99@yahoo.ca
Subject: Knight Moves Chapter 2

All characters and situations in this story are, of course, copyrighted to
me.  If you wish to reproduce them anywhere, please ask my permission, it's
quite likely that I'll say yes.

To all of you who read the first chapter, greetings and I hope you enjoyed
it.  We'll be getting a little more into some action (in more ways than
one) in this chapter and introducing another major character.  As
previously stated, turn back if you're underage or are worried about the
legal ramifications of reading this story as it contains naughtiness and
sex between children as well as children and adults.

This chapter contains man/girl and boy/boy/boy.

*

Knight Moves

Chapter 2

Raly and Paul were ecstatic about their victory, but they both knew better
than to count themselves rich too soon.  They still had to sneak back to
Oldtown, and through dangerous territory to reach Skyrunner stand.  If they
were caught by Blackcaps, their loot would be forfeit, and if they were
caught by the guards, they stood to lose a great deal more than that.
Thus, the two restrained themselves for the moment and slipped once more
into the shadows, moving quietly back to the Oldtown borders and the place
that had been home for the entirety of their young lives, if not for much
longer.

The guards, half-exhausted by this time of night as usual, were not paid
enough to look too closely at the shadows and thus the two reached Oldtown
without incident.  Raly and Paul shared a quiet grin of self-congratulation
as they slipped into the familiar maze of alleyways, listening for the
slightest sounds that would indicate someone had seen them.  At this time
of night, they weren't likely to encounter any Blackcaps.  A few might be
out and about, but most would be asleep.  Still, Raly, almost paranoid now
that they were so close to their goal, insisted on swiftly, silently,
darting from one shadow to the next.  He would never live it down if they
were caught now.

They weren't.  On the way back, they passed a whore who saw that Raly had
lost his pants and waved, laughing, telling him to come back and see her
when he was older.  Raly had grinned, feeling his little man stir at the
thought but kept on going.  Older women interested him as much as young
girls...and boys...and men.  It wasn't that sex was a mystery to Raly, he
understood it fairly well, and he just knew he liked it.  Besides, he'd
never been with a girl before.  Maybe when they were living nicely off the
profits from their theft tonight he'd go to a brothel, a nicer one if one
would take him as a customer, and experiment a little.

Detouring through an alley, they passed the sleeping spot of old Bram the
beggar, the old man just chuckling under his breath as he thought of his
own youthful misdeeds.  Raly had waved to the man, knowing that he wouldn't
rat them out, but said nothing at all until they were safely back in
Skyrunner stand, then he turned to Paul and clapped him on the back.  "We
did it!  Let's go see if Jed's awake and we can show `im what we nicked.
He'll be right pleased, he will, an' our share's still enough ta set us up
real nice."

Paul managed a shaky grin.  He doubted that Jed would be awake at this
hour, most people wouldn't, and Raly saw that in his face.  "Or we can just
get some sleep; we'll find him in th' mornin'."

Paul grinned back at his friend in relief.  The thought waking Jed at this
hour, even with good news, didn't appeal.  There would be plenty of time in
the morning.  "Let's go home, then."

*

From the stand border, it was only a few minutes' walk to the haven the two
boys shared with the other Skyrunners.  The den itself was one of the nicer
dilapidated buildings in the area, and the Skyrunners were very proud of
it.  It had four standing walls, none of which had holes, and a roof that
barely leaked at all except during the rainiest of periods.  The building
was wooden, and unpainted, but its plain brown exterior hid a hive of
activity during the day, and served as a safe sleeping refuge at night.  No
one had ever successfully attacked the Skyrunners' haven.  Occasionally
someone was dumb enough to try and they were chased away with a bloody
nose...and as often as not, a very sore rear.

You didn't spill blood in wars between gangs.  That was something that had
been set down in the Code long before Raly and Paul had been born.
Spilling the blood of another gang member led to beatings, killings, and
similar unpleasantness, so the very first thief king had outlawed it right
away, with the usual, fatal, punishments for disobedience.  Legend said
even today that he had survived such fearsome feuds in his youth and,
having seen many young lives cut short during that time, wished to never
see it happen again.

There were still those who broke this even today, of course, but usually
they were quickly weeded out.  They were often easy to spot.  They were the
ones who were always eager for a fight or liked to hurt those younger and
smaller than they were.  Generally, they'd be warned once to prevent any
misunderstandings, then tossed out of their gang's haven and left to wander
alone until they found someone else to take them or proved somehow that
they'd learned their lesson.

Usually such individuals were caught by the guards, starved, or sunk deeper
and deeper into the viciousness that consumed them until they broke the
Code and the thief king's men had to kill them for the good of all.  The
streets had few rules, but for those who could not obey what rules there
were, they were a wholly unforgiving place.

The prohibition against shedding blood meant that the boys who roamed the
streets of Shar had to find another way to settle disputes and prove
dominance over rival gangs.  This turned out to be easier than it seemed,
for girls rarely joined gangs...a fact that was often put down to girls
being more sensible than boys by the elders of the community, and the young
boys often found that they had needs that could not be met by food and
shelter.

It was another harsh fact of the streets that most children were exposed to
sex, generally indirectly, quite early in life.  The prevalence of whores,
both male and female, the crude manners of the adults who couldn't be
bothered...or just didn't know...to set a good example, and almost complete
lack of privacy between the small, cramped homes meant that most grew up
hearing the grunts and moans of physical release.

Boys especially became curious about these sounds at a young age, and girls
followed not long after.  This often led to spying, and from spying to
questions and experimenting.  When boys grew old enough to join a gang,
these desires were often nearly as much a part of them as the food they
ate, whether they'd experienced the pleasures of intercourse firsthand or
not.

Girls being rare in gangs, it hadn't been long before sexual activity
between boys became a major part of gang life.  It was entertainment, but
also an act of dominance, most boys being competitive by nature.  To make
another boy submit and do what you liked with him was a sign of strength
and power, and it soon became a method for dealing with rival gangs.  After
all...no one died from a good fucking.  Usually the worst a boy might get
from a rival gang was a sore ass and hurt pride.

Some people found it odd, but to the boys, sex was still a game, with
pleasure the prize and embarrassment the forfeit.  Either way, the odd
system of capture and penalties and all the other little rules that the
boys had made for their `game' over the years made sure that there were few
deaths among them and fewer feuds.  It kept the peace, and that was what
mattered.

Neither boy's mind was on sex just at the moment though.  Mainly, they were
on warm beds and sleep...and in Raly's case, his spare pair of trousers.
Being seen walking bare-assed through the streets was not something he
would live down easily, so they were fortunate that few saw them along the
way.

The dirt track that served as the approach to the haven was relatively
clear of refuse.  One of the daily chores for scamps...younger boys
undergoing a year's probation before fully joining the gang...was to sweep
and clean the area around the building.  Jed was big on cleanliness, which
many of the boys found odd, but he was a strong leader, and smart, so they
allowed him his eccentricities with shrugs and good natured jokes.  Raly
smiled at the sight of the place and both he and Paul quickened their steps
towards it until they reached the front door.

The door was locked, but both boys, of course, had keys.  Raly produced
his, not bothering with his customary flourish, and turned it in the lock,
which opened with a click.  Both boys entered and quietly closed the door,
making sure to lock it behind them.  Jed had been known to scream at
careless scamps who failed to lock the door until they practically fainted
from fear.  No Skyrunner wanted to see what he might do to more experienced
members who ought to know better, so full members of the gang were
extra-careful.

The halls of Skyrunner haven were bare of ornamentation.  Jed didn't
believe in fancy stuff, considering it a waste of time, so the walls and
floor were bare, if clean.  The door opened immediately into a hallway that
led to the dining area, kitchen, and sleeping quarters, and from the latter
to the room where scamps were taught the basics of burglary and picking
pockets.

It was towards the sleeping-quarters that they went now, the boys eager for
the rest that awaited them.  As they stepped down the hall, though, another
boy came from the direction of the kitchen, an apple in his hand, and
stopped when he saw them.

The newcomer was a little younger than the two and waved as he saw them.
"Ye're back late.  Out on a job?"

Paul waved.  "Hey Ty.  Better not let Jed catch ya sneakin' food or he'll
be mad."

Ty grinned.  "Jed's fast asleep, an' you two won't tell, right?  I seen you
sneakin' food a few times yerselves, so I know ya won't snitch on me."  His
hair was black and curly and he had a friendly grin that had made him one
of the more sought-after scamps for bedroom games during his probationary
period.

Raly shrugged.  It was true...he and Paul had done their share of filching.
Technically, outside of mealtimes the kitchens were off-limits, but they
were, quite literally, a den of thieves so this rule was generally ignored
in favor of a more appropriate rule: `don't get caught'.  Besides, you
didn't snitch, especially on your mates.  "Not a word," he agreed.

Ty relaxed a bit. He hadn't quite been sure, Raly guessed, that the two
older boys wouldn't ask for something in return.  He supposed he could have
suggested that Ty come bitch for them both as they celebrated, but he also
knew that it wasn't really something Ty enjoyed.  He'd done his duty when
he was a scamp, but now was showing no real interest in boys.  Raly wasn't
generally interested in reluctant partners...at least not those he was on
otherwise-friendly terms with.

Now that the two were relaxed, Ty took a second look at Raly and blinked in
surprise as though realizing for the first time that the older boy wasn't
wearing any trousers.  "Raly, where're-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"It wasn't th' Blackcaps, was it?  Jed'll be mad if'n he lost th' bet.
He's been tellin' everyone he's got good gold ridin' on no one bein' able
ta make ya bitch.  If th' Blackcaps gotcha, there'll be no livin' with
`em."

Raly shook his head quickly.  He couldn't let the others get the wrong idea
and Paul, realizing that his friend's reputation was at stake, intervened.
"Nah, wasn't them.  Was th' stupid mutt that got `em."

This turned out to be the wrong thing to say though as Ty immediately put
two and two together and came up with forty.  His eyes widened.  "A...a
dog.  Are you alright?  I mean...didn't it hurt?  How'd that happen?"

Paul snorted out loud and Raly closed his eyes, silently counting to ten.
Ty might've been cute, but wasn't the brightest star in the sky.  He'd
better quell this rumor fast.  "No, no...we were escapin' through a
trapdoor an' it grabbed my pants, that's all.  No one, an' certainly no
ugly mutt, so much as touched my ass tonight."

Ty paused to look sheepish.  "Oh...I mean...I thought ya meant-"

"Yeah, that's `cause ye're smart as a rock," said Raly, smiling to take the
edge of his words.  "Now don't ya go yappin' `bout this, ya hear?  Paul an'
I need our sleep, an' I betcha need some yerself."

Ty nodded and walked on down the hall, apple in hand.  Raly stepped
silently down the hall until they reached the sleeping quarters.  Privacy
wasn't common among the Skyrunners, most of who slept in a communal
sleeping area with plain sleeping mats side-by-side.  Often in the winter,
they would huddle together for warmth which regularly led to activities
other than sleeping.  Some, however, had their own private sleeping
quarters, perhaps shared only with one or two others.  Raly and Paul were
fortunate enough to have a room to themselves, and it was there that they
went, tiptoeing past the sleeping forms in the main sleeping area.

The room was small by virtually any reasonable standard, but to the two
boys it was simply luxurious.  It had no real furniture, their spare
clothes hanging from begs set into the wall.  They slept on the same
sleeping mats the other boys used, but theirs were pushed together to make
a larger, shared, sleeping space.  More importantly, it was theirs, and
there was something wonderful about having a space of one's own, even if it
was only a small one.

There was none of their usual sexplay as they got under the covers, no
kissing or roaming hands.  Both boys were exhausted, but at the same time
eager to sleep because when they woke in the morning, their success this
night would seem all the more real.  Then, they could begin to work towards
new beginnings, together.

*

The morning after the two young thieves successfully broke into the home of
a wizard and made off with a fortune, which also happened to be just about
a week after fair Princess Felicia was kidnapped by a fearsome dragon, a
very different scene was taking place at Shar castle, home of King Roderick
IV and his family.

In a pleasantly-appointed room in the royal quarters, a young man sat
rubbing his temples as he watched a girl at her studies.  Well, at least
she should have been at her studies.  Her father would probably have a fit
later when he learned that she hadn't been doing a damned thing.  This
meant, of course, that he would be the one blamed.  Sometimes, he really
hated his job.

Caleb Markson smoothed back his light-blonde hair and tried to remain
oblivious to being stared at, one eyebrow above his ice-blue eyes raised
almost disbelief.  "Your highness," he started quietly, but there was no
response.  Clearly, he would have to speak up.

"Pay attention, Adriana!"  Caleb snapped more loudly this time.  It wasn't
just that she wasn't paying attention, though that was bad enough.  It was
that his young charge was, once again, staring dreamily at him rather than
at her books.  He'd never known that good looks could be a curse, but he
was certainly finding out that they were now.  To think, he'd been so
ecstatic when he had found employment tutoring a noble girl, and not just
any noble girl, but the daughter of King Roderick IV of Shar!  As royal
tutor by appointment, he would have a chance to influence the upbringing of
a girl who would one day be queen, and if she was fond of him...well, he
would likely be pensioned off somewhere comfortable and never have to work
another day in his life, which suited him just fine.

Adriana started and then smiled coyly.  Why couldn't she just blush like
other noble girls would if caught in such a situation, Caleb wondered.
Most young noble ladies were repressed as hell.  They worried constantly
about their reputations should they be caught examining a man intimately.
Adriana, though; she was about as bashful as the average fishwife for all
that she was barely fourteen, just starting to come into her womanhood.  In
public, she would be demure and polite, the model of royal decorum that she
was expected to be, but in private, she was free with her looks and seemed
to take delight in knowing that she had him in an awkward position.

Worse, she really was beautiful, and he was a twenty-year-old young man
with very definite needs that weren't being met on anything like a regular
basis.

Adriana glanced down at her books as he motioned for her to continue her
studies.  Once she was no longer looking at him, he allowed himself a
moment's pleasurable wickedness of looking over the young princess with
appraising eyes.

She was tall for her age, but fine-boned.  Her long hair was a deep auburn
and she kept it cut just above her shoulders, while her green eyes could go
from meek to saucy at a moment's notice.  The clothes she wore for her
studies were older ones, for she kept her best clothes for going out or for
state occasions, and they were perhaps just a little too tight on her,
showing off her developing figure.  She had been a bit of a late bloomer,
but in recent months, her breasts had begun to develop and he could easily
make out their outline beneath the folds of her dress.  He looked away
quickly.  If he got aroused here, it could be bad.  Someone could walk in
on them at any moment.

People all over the castle found the young princess attractive.  He knew
it, and more importantly, she knew it too.  He'd seen the looks that were
cast in her direction when servants or nobles didn't think she was
watching, desire tinged with nervousness, for none dared approach her.
King Roderick might not be much of a king as kings went, but he was
extremely protective of his daughter and word had it that any man who tried
to touch her would have his privates severed and fed to wild animals.
Caleb had no idea if this was true or not, but he didn't wish to find out
one way or another, so despite the princess's seeming attraction for him
and his own unmet needs, he was careful to show no interest.

Currently, they were ensconced in the princess's private chambers,
off-limits to all but the royal family and her personal servants without
express permission from the king.  Adriana liked her luxuries, and as her
father doted on her, denying her nothing, the room was filled with all
manner of fine furniture.  The centerpiece was the bed, a grand affair that
could likely fit four or five people comfortably, though he tried not to
think about that.  The sheets were of the finest silk, dyed a deep honey
yellow which was the princess's favorite color and embroidered with floral
patterns.

A mahogany dressing-table sat on the opposite end of the room, a
perfectly-ovular mirror in its centre so that the princess could perform
her toilette with ease, though she rarely did such things on her own,
having numerous maids to assist her whenever she wished.  On the table sat
a series of combs and brushes, expensive cosmetics, and a staggering array
of perfumes that held all manner of scents both mundane and exotic.  There
was even a small box where Adriana kept her jewelry for day-to-day wear.
The most expensive pieces were, of course, kept locked up and only worn on
formal state occasions, but even the smallest of the `lesser' pieces was
probably worth at least a month's salary for the average servant, possibly
even for him.

A door of windowed glass led out onto the princess's private balcony,
containing a small garden of flowers and shrubbery should she wish to sit
in privacy for awhile, out of view of any curious onlookers in the
courtyard below.  The window provided a great deal of light to the room,
making the place bright and cheerful on all but the most dismal days.

Several doors led from the bedroom leading, respectively, to the bathroom
with its marble bath, hot water magically produced so the princess could
bathe warmly, the sitting room where she would sometimes greet guests or
hold social events for unattached ladies of the court, and the closet
containing her highness's staggering collection of shoes and clothing.

When he'd come to this room for the first time, Caleb had been a bit
dazzled, but viewed through the clear lens of familiarity, the princess was
a spoiled child who would likely never grow up.  If he didn't fear her
father so much, and didn't secretly desire her so much, he would have taken
her over his knee a long time ago.  As it was, he didn't dare.

If he were a braver man, perhaps a knight or a lord who had fallen on hard
times and been forced to take a job as tutor to the princess to make ends
meet, he might consider taking her up on some of these non-too-subtle
hints.  The king just might hesitate to execute a lord or knight who might
have important allies in the kingdom who would object to such a punishment,
but he certainly wouldn't hesitate to send a painter's son to the hangman's
noose for engaging in relations with his daughter.  Of course, any attempts
to explain that her royal highness had encouraged matters would be ignored.
She was, after all, the king's innocent little darling and completely
incapable of such crass behaviors as seducing her tutor.

Innocent?  Ha!  Adriana hadn't been innocent since the day she'd heard some
of the servants' daughters talking about boys and put two and two together
successfully.  She was quite a smart girl when she wanted to be.

She was staring again, giving him those long, enticing looks.  Where did
she learn how to look at a man like that?  Was there some book that was
passed around to females when they reached a certain age?  `How to Make a
Man Uncomfortable in Twelve Easy Lessons' or something like that?  If so,
Adriana had certainly read it.  Caleb sighed and looked away, glancing out
the window to avoid her gaze.  Maybe it was time they had a talk.  The king
certainly wouldn't approve of his daughter discussing sex with her tutor,
but Adriana probably wasn't going to tell him and Caleb definitely
wouldn't.

He mustered up his courage and turned back to the princess, forcing his
expression into what he called his `teacher face', firm and calm, with just
a hint of the gentle condescension common to educators.  "Your highness, I
believe we need to talk if you can tear yourself away from your studies for
a moment."  There was just a twinge of sarcasm in his voice.  She had
barely looked at her books all day.

Adriana put on an innocent expression, giving him just a hint of a smile
and nodded.  "Of course...but would you please come and sit down here if
you want to talk?  It gets so tiring craning my neck up at you, and so very
uncomfortable.  You must be tired as well; you've been standing all
morning."

Against his better judgment, Caleb moved over to the couch where the
princess sat and took a seat next to her, folding his arms to show that he
wasn't about to compromise, or allow himself to be distracted.  "Is that
better, your highness?"

"Much..."  Adriana grinned sweetly and shifted a little closer and Caleb
gulped.  Somehow, he wondered if this was how a mouse felt when faced with
a very hungry cat.  The princess's grin was just too sweet and he couldn't
help but think that agreeing to sit down had been a mistake.

He tried to gather his thoughts, though the princess was slowly edging
closer, and the heady scent of her perfume was starting to distract him.
Did she have to dump on so much of the stuff?  Still, he almost wished he
was allergic.  A sneezing fit right now would break the mood nicely.  He
cleared his throat, forcing thoughts of her from his mind.  "Your highness,
you...ah..."

"You're very sweet, Caleb, has anyone ever told you that?"  She was leaning
closer and Caleb leaned back so quickly he almost hit his head on the edge
of the couch.  Damn it, wasn't it generally supposed to be the older man
who seduced the innocent young girl?

"Your highness," Caleb tried again.  "This behavior is very inappropriate
for a young lady of your standing.  If your father were to come in and see
us like this, you know he'd probably execute me and banish you to a convent
until the day he married you off."

"Oh pooh on that," said the princess, a pout crossing her angelic features.
"All day every day, it's `act like a lady, Adriana', `Stand like this,
Adriana', `Don't stare at the boys, Adriana'.  Do you know what that's
like?"

"I can honestly say," said Caleb as he tried to dispel some of the tension
with humor, "that I have never been asked to act like a lady."  The
princess did not seem amused so he opened his mouth to try again.  That was
when she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.

Her mouth was soft and warm and for a moment, the world simply went away.
He didn't think about the king, or about teaching; he didn't think about
the penalty for being caught doing this.  All he thought about was the feel
of her lips against him and the little sounds that she made, soft gasps of
approval, as their lips parted and met yet again as one kiss became
several.

"What about..."  He gasped as she pressed against him, trying to regain
control of the situation.  "Your highness, what about someone closer to you
in age?  There are many fine young nobles who would-"

Her lips sealed off his protests again and they were both panting when they
came up for air.  She shook her head and smiled at him.  "Boys!  Some of
them are sweet, really, but they're still just children.  All they want to
talk about is dueling and hunting and who's going to win the next tourney.
I could have any of them I wanted, you know.  I've seen the way they look
at me, and I like it, but I want someone smart, someone kind...someone like
you, Caleb."

She pressed her body against him and Caleb closed his eyes and inhaled the
smell of her perfume, which suddenly seemed a lot more pleasant.  Her young
body was so soft against his and he reached up to stroke her hair slowly.
"I'm not always kind, you know.  I can be a right terror when I'm angry."

"But you don't get angry for no reason."  Her voice whispered in his ear.
"Please, Caleb.  I've heard the older girls talking and I want to feel what
they've felt."  Her hands guided his hands up to her breasts and he
instinctively began to rub them in small, slow circles.  The rational side
of his brain demanded an immediate withdrawal from this potentially
dangerous situation, but his cock had the swing vote at the moment and
without any further hesitation, he let his hands roam Adriana's body,
taking more control of the situation and hearing her gasp as he leaned her
back against the couch.

His clever fingers found the laces on the back of her dress and began to
deftly untie them, sliding the garment down below her breasts.  She
shivered in anticipation and he leaned forward, tongue teasing one small
nipple and then the other.  She made soft cries of pleasure, wrapping her
arms gently around his head to encourage him.  She wanted him to keep
going.  He wasn't about to stop either; instead he picked up the pace, his
tongue sliding back and forth over one hardened nub, then the other as her
cries became moans.  "Mmm...Caleb..."

When she called his name, it was as though the last remnants of resistance
drained from him.  Hearing her call for him in such a sexy young voice
placed his mind very firmly on only two things; his pleasure, and hers.

He lifted her up gently and carried her to the bed, laying her down atop
her silk sheets.  "There...we might as well be comfortable."  A true
gentleman would ask her if she wanted to stop before it went too far.  He
wasn't a true gentleman, and unless she truly asked loudly, he wasn't going
to stop; maybe not even then.  His hands worked the rest of her dress off,
sliding it down her smaller body and laying it aside as he paused to
observe her.

Her hair was spread out behind her like a reddish halo and her chest rose
and fell quickly, her breathing swift with arousal as she waited eagerly
for him to touch her again.  He wasn't about to disappoint her, his hands
going once more to her breasts.  One hand remained there, but the other he
lowered slowly towards her pelvis, sliding it slowly between her legs.  She
closed her legs in embarrassment, but he gently probed between them and
felt that she was already damp.

He slid her loincloth to the side, finger tracing her pussy as she gasped.
"No one's...ever touched me there before, only you."

"Well, then I suppose I'm honored."  Caleb didn't hesitate.  He wanted her
so badly that his cock was pressed achingly against his trousers.  With one
hand, he reached down and undid his belt, shifting out of the offending
garment and freeing his cock for her to see.

The princess's eyes were riveted on his member, unable to move her gaze
from it.  "It's a lot bigger than I thought.  I've never actually seen
one."

Caleb didn't respond.  He didn't feel there was any need for more words,
only actions.  The finger he was using to lightly rub Adriana's sex pushed
inside her slowly and she gasped, body lurching slightly as he felt it
enter her tight heat.  It slid inside until it met a barrier, the proof of
her virginity which would soon be gone, given to her tutor of her own free
will.

He fingered her slowly at first, speeding up as her breathing quickened.
He added a second finger, wanting to make sure she could handle his girth
and used them to test her limits until he was satisfied she was ready.  He
withdrew them slowly and, with his other hand, reached up to stroke her
hair.  "Ready for me, princess?"

"Y-yes...please, Caleb..."  Her eyes were wide and pleading.  She spread
her legs by herself this time, showing off her pussy as she looked up at
him in excitement.  Slowly, he guided his member to her sex and she groaned
with desire as she felt it touch her.  "Put it in..."

Caleb positioned himself to enter her, body trembling with excitement.  So
intent was he on his royal prize that he didn't even hear the door opening
behind him.

"Adriana, my dear child!  I was just wondering if you would like to go
riding this afternoon, it's-gods above!"

Caleb looked pleadingly up to the heavens.  There was no response, and
didn't that just figure.  Slowly, he turned his head to meet the livid face
of his king while Adriana desperately tried to cover her nakedness,
blushing in embarrassment.  Slowly, he bowed his head.  "Majesty...I have
no excuse for my behavior.  Will you grant a condemned man's last request?"

"Speak."  The king ground his teeth to say even that one word as fury
flashed in his dark eyes.  Though now portly and well into middle age, the
king had been a great duelist in his youth and still carried the royal
sword with him wherever he went.

What the hell...it wasn't like the king could have him executed twice.
Caleb glanced down at the lovely, naked princess, shrugged and spoke again.
"Could you come back in an hour or so?"

"Guards!"

"I'll take that as a `no'."

*

It was said among some of the mystical faiths of the far east, reflected
Caleb as he hung from his wrists in the damp and dingy dungeon cell he had
been consigned to after the guards had none-too-gently dragged him from the
royal quarters, that when you died you did not go on to an afterlife, but
were reborn again in a new form.  Perhaps if the gods were especially kind,
he would be born a woman so he wouldn't have his dick getting in the way of
his common sense.

He had numerous bruises on his face and upper body from when the guards had
taken him downstairs and the bruises ached terribly.  The one consolation
to the fact that he would likely be executed as soon as the king drew up
the proper paperwork was that at least the pain would be gone and he
wouldn't have to spend any more time in this stinking cell.

Adriana had been crying when they'd dragged him off.  One hand had been
clinging to her father's robes as she'd tried to sob out an explanation
that the king had been too angry to listen to.  Caleb's one hope for
survival was that she was able to calm down enough to give a coherent
explanation, one that his majesty would listen to.  He wasn't going to hold
his breath, she'd looked like she was about to faint.

He knew he shouldn't blame the girl for his problems.  He was supposed to
be the adult, after all.  He should have set her straight right from the
start and pushed her away, rejected her advances.  He really only had
himself to blame for his fate.

That was what he kept trying to tell himself.  The truth was, if Adriana
were there with him right now and his hands had been free, he'd have been
tempted to wring her scrawny little neck.  Maybe he was being unfair, but
at the moment with nothing to think about save imminent death, fairness was
the furthest thing from his mind.  Besides, having someone to blame for his
situation made him feel unjustly treated as opposed to being a horny fool
who was getting what he deserved.

A rat scurried by on the floor beneath him.  Some of the prisoners down
here ate rats, or so he'd heard.  He couldn't imagine getting hungry enough
to touch one of the mangy things, and was rather grateful he wouldn't be
down in the dungeons long enough for it to matter.

Caleb lost track of the time hanging in the windowless cell.  It felt like
an eternity, though it was probably only a few hours at the most.  Despair
settled over him like a thick blanket as he tried fruitlessly not to think
about the noose...or the axe...that would await him soon enough.  His only
companionship was the occasional groan or cry from other prisoners or the
echoing clomp of booted feet as the guards walking by.

Finally, just when he was contemplating blubbering madness as a solution to
his problem, the cell door opened and the guards arrived to take him from
his cell.  Was he to be executed already?  It was almost a relief to have
it over with, and as they grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out into
the dimly lit hall, he wasn't in the mood to resist.

They dragged him out of the prison and across the castle courtyard where,
to Caleb's dismay, he saw that what must have been almost the entire court
had turned out to see his sentencing and execution.  There were angry
mutterings from the castle guards and furious glares from the younger
nobles, most of whom were probably just jealous that they hadn't managed it
first.  A cook's boy lobbed a tomato at him and it splattered against his
tunic, compounding his embarrassment.  Almost ironically, it was still a
lovely day.  That was nature for you, no appreciation for human troubles.
If he'd had his way, it would have been dark and pouring rain, maybe with
some thunder and lightning for effect.

The royal throne room was, as ever, resplendent and the king sat in the
seat of judgment looking grim and serious.  There was no sign of the
princess and at her absence, Caleb felt his heart sink a little further.
Without her to explain the truth, he was going to die for sure; there would
be no reprieve for him.

The throne room was long and wide, more of a grand hall than a room, Caleb
had often felt.  Tapestries on both sides showed greatly embellished and
idealized scenes from Shar's past.  Here, a band of prospectors raised gold
from the river with people watching in awe; there, the people gathered to
make the prospector king, convinced that his luck would rub off on the
kingdom.  In truth, he'd probably just had the money to buy the support,
Caleb thought sourly.

The guards released Caleb to allow him to walk to the king under his own
power and Caleb did so, stretching muscles that were more than a little bit
cramped.  His feet sank into the soft red carpet as he made his way along
the hall, coming to a stop and dropping to one knee before the throne.  His
earlier bravado fled him now as he realized the enormity of this moment in
his brief life.

"Your majesty..."

"Approach the throne Caleb, son of Cadmus."  The king's voice betrayed no
emotion but his knuckles were white against the throne.  He was angry, but
Caleb didn't see any choice.  He rose carefully and walked up to the raised
dais to kneel before the throne.

Slowly, a smile spread over the king's face.  It wasn't a very pleasant
smile.  "You are a brave man, son of Cadmus.  You defied me and seduced my
daughter in her own chambers, you stood up to me when I caught you, and now
after sitting in my dungeon for a few hours, you do not even beg for your
life.  Despite myself, I'm impressed."

Caleb didn't bother to open his mouth to tell the truth.  That the princess
had seduced him, that he'd acted like a fool, and that he was simply too
frightened to speak at the moment would not help his cause.  Instead, he
mutely looked at the king, waiting for the proverbial axe...followed by the
literal axe...to fall.

"Bow before your king."

Caleb bowed his head and submission and heard the royal sword being drawn
from its sheathe.  He'd never heard of King Roderick carrying out his own
executions before, but supposed that if you made a ruler angry enough he
might be tempted to set custom aside for once, even if it meant getting
blood on the royal carpet.

The royal sword came down, rose, and then came down again, touching Caleb
lightly on each shoulder.  There was a cry of surprise from the pursuing
crowd as the king's voice rang out.  "By the power vested in me as king of
Shar and lord of all its territorial possessions, I hereby dub thee knight.
Rise, Sir Caleb, and serve your king."

The observers were stunned into silence and Caleb rose clumsily to his
feet, unable to comprehend what had just happened.  After all this...he'd
been knighted?  He could hardly believe his good fortune.  "Yes, your
majesty!  You won't regret this generosity, I swear it!"

"I'm sure I won't," said the king jovially, though something in his voice
sent a chill down Caleb's spine and pulled him back to reality.  This might
be a reprieve, but it was only a temporary one.  King Roderick wasn't a bad
king as kings went, but he sure as hell wasn't one to forgive a slight on
his family, especially his precious daughter.  The king was planning
something, and whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for Caleb.

"It just so happens," the king went on, "that we have need of a knight
right now.  Barely a week ago, the crown princess of Erland was carried off
by a terrible dragon.  While it's possible that the dread beast simply
devoured the poor girl, her parents have reason to believe that she's alive
and have posted the usual reward for her safe return; half their kingdom
and the princess's hand in marriage.  Now, think of the prestige that Shar
would gain if one of our own knights were to accomplish this mighty deed!
Not to mention the wealth that the reward would bring with half of Erland
being added to Shar's already substantial territories.  It's a good thing
we happen to have just such a brave young knight handy, isn't it?"

A dragon; the king wants me to go off and slay a gods-be-damned dragon.
Caleb's heart sank in his chest.  Facing the noose might have actually been
better.  "Err...ah...well, thank you for the opportunity, your majesty, but
you see, I've never actually held a sword in my life.  Surely the kingdom
has other brave knights who might take on such a daunting task?"  Somehow,
he wasn't holding on to hope.

The king's grin was predatory.  "Sadly, they're all out with colds.
Dreadful time of year for colds, this is.  You wouldn't let your kingdom
down, would you my boy?  Why...you wouldn't be a true knight of Shar if
you'd do that, would you?  Of course...if you don't want to be one of my
knights, I understand the hangman's terribly disappointed about not having
anyone to execute today.  I suppose we could cheer him up a little."

Caleb swallowed and the king's voice dropped low enough so that only Caleb
could hear him.  "Molest my daughter, will you?"  He laughed and Caleb felt
ill.  "Of course...you could always simply take advantage of my generosity
and flee into exile, but I wouldn't recommend that.  My reach is longer
than you might think and believe me when I say that no knight has ever
abandoned his duty to me and lived to brag of it."

In a louder voice, the king proclaimed.  "I've had the royal outfitters set
aside some equipment for you, for of course a knight of the realm must be
equipped as befits his station.  You may, at your leisure, have a coat of
arms drawn up and have it appointed to you by the college of heralds...oh,
and you'll need to pick a squire from one of our fine lads here."

The `fine lads' were all looking at Caleb as though they would love to go
with him for the express pleasure of slitting his throat while he slept.
Caleb quickly cleared his throat.  "Thank you, your majesty, but these
young nobles are too good for a common-born knight such as me.  I shall
find a squire more befitting my station."  Perhaps he'd snatch up that
cook's boy who'd tossed the tomato; it would allow him to extract a little
personal revenge.  But no, that one was too small and scrawny.  He would
just have to go without.

"As you will," said the king cheerfully.  "You may leave as soon as you are
properly equipped, and no dawdling now.  I expect my knights to be both
prompt and dedicated."

Caleb saluted and walked from the room, ignoring the stares of the crowd.
There was no way out of this mess that he could see.  Perhaps he would get
lucky and the dragon would turn out to be old and feeble, or sick, or just
having a really unlucky day.  Perhaps an opportunity to escape would
present itself.  Perhaps he would meet an enchanted talking animal that
would show him where to find a magic sword that slew dragons with a single
blow.  They were all about as likely, really.

One way or another, the king was right about one thing.  He would need a
squire.  This quest would be bad enough with a little help, but where was
he going to find someone stupid enough...or desperate enough...to go with
him on such a hopeless quest?

He wouldn't think about that now.  He couldn't think about that now.  For
the moment, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep until the
world made sense again.  Shaking his head in frustration, he turned and
walked in the direction of his quarters, hoping that when he woke, this
would all seem like a bad dream.

Somehow, he knew that was not to be.

*

Raly and Paul slept late, not stirring until a loud knocking at their door
woke them late in the morning.  The sun was high in the bright, blue sky
above.  Raly stirred in his sleep, shaking Paul, and rose to glance out the
room's small window.  By his estimation, the city bells that were audible
even in Oldtown would soon ring the noontime hour signifying that it was
time for lunch.  Paul rose, stretching, and the two blinked sleepily at
each other before Raly remembered the door and went to open it, still only
in his loincloth.

He spoke with another boy for a moment, and then waved the other off,
turning back to Paul who was pulling on his shirt.  "Jed wants to see us.
Guess we've been keepin' him waitin' an' he ain't happy.  Better get goin'
`fore he takes a bigger cut fer wastin' his time."

The two boys dressed hurriedly, neither wanting to give up any more of
their ill-gotten gains than they absolutely had to.  Both then went to the
door and walked down the hall towards Jed's private quarters where he would
be waiting for them.

As boss of the Skyrunners, Jed's quarters were, of course, the finest of
all.  The room had furniture that the other boys had only seen in houses
they'd burgled, such as a large four-poster bed, wardrobe, and their
leader's great prize, a copper washtub.  The items were old and scuffed,
worn with age and the bed had but one pillow and the same blankets the boys
used on their sleeping mats, but it still inspired awe in those not used to
such luxuries.

Jed himself stood by the window, turning when the two boys entered.  The
leader of the Skyrunners, he was also the only adult among their ranks.
Raly wasn't sure quite how old Jed was, but he was probably somewhere
around thirty years of age, with a closely cropped black beard and bald
head.  He was large and barrel-chested, hardly the build for a successful
thief, but he was quicker than he looked, both in mind and body.  Raly had
once seen him slip a belt pouch from the inside of a man's trousers and
walk away without the man even knowing his pouch was gone.  The Skyrunners
respected, liked, and feared him in equal measure, though Raly would have
loudly denied any such allegations and claimed to be afraid of nothing.

The gang leader nodded to the two boys brusquely as they entered.  "You two
took your time.  I've been waiting all morning to hear the results of last
night, though from the grin on your face, Raly, and the fact that you're
carrying two rather large sacks of valuables, I'd say you were successful,
yes?"  He grinned and folded his arms as he waited for the boys to respond
to his query.

Raly grinned, rubbing his nose with one hand in a casual gesture.  "Easy as
makin' th' Blackcaps look stupid.  Wizard my ass, I bet I got more magic in
me little finger than he's got period."

"That's my boy!"  Jed let out a great belly-laugh.  Raly's audacity had
amused him from the first moment he'd seen the lad and it meant Jed allowed
him to get away with a lot more than most Skyrunners could.  "So...what did
you get?  Let's see it."

The two boys set down their sacks and showed off the contents while Jed
grinned and rubbed his hands in delight, a sure sign that what they'd
brought him had set alight the flames of greed in his heart.  "Oh
yes...yes...this will do very nicely.  Anything else, or was that all?"

"Saved the best fer last," Raly reached into his pouch and pulled out the
ruby with a flourish.  "What do ya think o' this?"

An instant later, Jed was snatching the ruby out of the boy's hand and
moving into the light to examine it more closely.  He held it up to the
sunlight and watched the gem sparkle, eyes wide with excitement.  "Gods,
it's beautiful.  This ruby alone must be worth a fortune."  He turned to
the boys with a grin.  "My boys...well done.  Don't worry; I'll make sure
you both get your fair share."

Paul tugged on Raly's sleeve.  "Raly...about what we talked `bout
yesterday...?"

"Hmm?  Oh, right!"  Raly cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a little
nervous.  "Jed, we really `preciate everythin' ye an' th' other Skyrunners
`ve done fer us, but once we get our share, we thought we'd be on our way,
ya get me?  Just...figured there has ta be more ta life than this.  Paul's
ma knows a fella who bakes up at th' castle an' with Paul's share he can
get hisself a `prenticeship.  Me, I'm gonna do some work up there too,
maybe runnin' errands an' such, an' go fer a soldier in a few years when
they'll take me.  We won't forget ya though, fer sure."

For a moment, Raly wondered if Jed would fly into one of his infamous
rages, but he didn't.  Instead, the older man stood in silence for a moment
and then slowly nodded, his face carefully neutral.  "Won't say I'm not
sorry to see you go," he said after a moment's pause, "but of course you
have the right to look for something better.  Don't fear that I'll get in
your way."

Paul grinned in relief.  He'd been obviously worried about the whole thing,
and even Raly relaxed a bit, but Jed continued.  "Still, can I ask you to
stay a little while longer?  Help me get these things down to Marcy to get
them appraised and give us time to plan a going-away party for you.  You've
been good to us, and I know the others will want to get together to say
goodbye."  The two boys glanced at each other and Paul nodded eagerly.
"It'd be nice ta say goodbye ta everyone proper, right?  Shouldn't take
more than a day `r two, I say we stay an' help out `till we got our money."

Raly shrugged.  "Suits me just fine.  Guess we can go on bein' Skyrunners a
little longer, but we've gotta be goin' when our money comes in.  They'll
be waitin' for us up at th' castle."

"Very well then, you two get going and rest for day, I'll send someone to
make an appointment with Marcy for later on tonight and you two look like
you've earned a break."  This was clearly a dismissal and both boys turned
from the room, walking back out the door.

"Well, that went well," said Raly casually after they were a ways down the
hall.  "See?  I told ya he'd understand.  Ya were worried over nothin',
right?"

Paul nodded in agreement.  "Yeah...so, what do we do now?  Back to sleep
for a bit?  We've got the whole day."

"Back to bed, yes, but to sleep..."  Raly grinned and slid a hand over
Paul's rear.  They had been too tired to do anything the night before, but
they were both wide awake now and Raly was finding he was horny as could
be.  "Maybe we should get some food first though.  We'll need our energy
for later."

Paul blushed.  Raly's attitude always excited him when the other boy
behaved like this, and he gave an eager nod.  "I am kinda hungry.  Let's go
see what's for lunch."

The two had a simple meal of soup and bread, talking eagerly about what
they would do with their share of the money.  They were just on the way
back to their quarters when they saw a group of their fellow Skyrunners
gathered by the door.

Curious, Raly approached, Paul trailing behind him.  He saw Ty towards the
back and stepped up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.  "What's got
everyone so excited?"

Ty gave Raly his trademark grin.  "Looks like a new scamp, cute too."

Immediately curious, Raly pushed forward through the small crowd.  Paul
sighed in disappointment and followed his friend.  He did care a lot for
Raly, but the other boy was just so easily distracted, especially by a
pretty face.  Maybe they wouldn't be spending the day in bed together after
all.

The boy in question was standing somewhat-nervously in the doorway, looking
at the mass of older boys before him, and Raly couldn't help but study the
newcomer's body with interest.  He was around ten years old, he guessed,
though it was hard to tell.  His blond hair was cut short and a bit dirty,
but still very lovely to look at.  What would it feel like to run his
fingers through that golden hair?  The boy was slim of course, his
movements unsteady like a young colt taking its early steps and his blue
eyes reflected nervousness.

When the boy spoke though, there was no hesitation.  "Yeah...I wanna join
the Skyrunners.  Who do I talk to?"

He looked at the other boys as though forcing himself to meet their stares,
and Raly was impressed despite himself.  Slowly, he stepped forward and the
other Skyrunners let him by.  Even the older boys respected him.  He had a
reputation.  "I'm Raly.  This is Paul.  You can come talk ta us if ya
like."  In truth, talking was the last thing on his mind.  He and Paul
might not be Skyrunners for much longer, so they might as well enjoy the
benefits of membership while they still could, and properly welcoming
newcomers was one of them.

There were a few grumbles from the crowd, but no one interfered.  The rule
was first-come-first-served and no one was going to cause trouble by
breaking it.  Besides, there would be other chances to get to know the new
boy later.

Paul hung back, watching the two go, until Raly glanced back and winked.
"Ya comin'?  We're not startin' without you there."  Paul felt a blush
rising to his cheeks but nodded and hurried after his friend.  At least he
wasn't going to be left out.

Raly led the boy to their sleeping quarters and had a seat on the floor,
Paul did the same and motioned for the new boy to do likewise.  "So," said
Raly.  "What's your name?"

"Bren," the boy said as he sat down on the floor, facing the other two as
he crossed his legs underneath him.  "So...what do I hafta do?  I wanna run
with the Skyrunners."

"Not that we don't know we're th' best `r nothin'," said Raly trying to act
nonchalant, "but why us?  Lots o' other gangs `round here ya might go fer."

"Like ya said, ye're th' best," said Bren with a grin.  "Don't wanna bother
with no second-raters.  I grew up in your stand an' I wanna stay `ere."

That was more or less the answer they were looking for, but Raly still
studied Bren's face intently for any sign of deception.  He was generally
good at telling when someone was trying to pull a fast one on him, and it
wouldn't be the first time a rival gang had tried to sneak in a spy.
Still, he saw only earnest determination in Bren's face.  "Right; so fer
th' first year, ye're a scamp, ya do what th' real Skyrunners tell ya ta
do, understand?  We don't want no shirkers, so if ya wanna join up, ya have
ta prove ya really want it.  End o' that time, if ya still want it, ye're
in."

Bren hesitated only a moment before nodding.  "When do I start learnin'
stuff...like stealin' an' that sort o' thing."

"When ye're a full Skyrunner, not before," said Raly firmly.  "Jed...that's
our boss...he's really clear on that.  No teachin' those who ain't full
members."

Bren nodded.  "Year feels like a long time ta wait, but if that's what it
takes, I'll do whatever you say."

Raly nodded.  "Good.  So here're the rules.  Like I said, a Skyrunner tells
ya ta do somethin', do it, no lip.  Someone tells ya ta do somethin'
dangerous or that sounds real stupid an' probably is, come tell us an'
we'll set things right one way or t'other.  Same if someone hurts ya, come
talk ta us.  We might push ya around an' take advantage, but we're not
gonna beat on ya."

Raly paused a moment to make sure that Bren understood.  When the younger
boy nodded, he grinned to Paul and then stood up, dropping his trousers and
loincloth to show off his half-hard little dick.  "Lick it," he said in a
firm voice.

"Ye're kiddin' me, right?" Bren asked incredulously as Paul also rose and
removed his trousers.  He squirmed and shook his head.  "I ain't a girl,
forget it."

"We know," said Raly with a shrug.  "Don't mean we can't have fun; Paul an'
I do it all th' time."  He ignored the younger boy's grimace and affected
an air of disappointment.  "But I guess if ya don't wanna do it, ya can go
home, we're not gonna make ya.  Skyrunners don't got room for no pansies
who say they wanna join but won't follow through."

Bren clenched his fists and glared up at Raly.  "I ain't no pansy!  You
take that back!"

"Then prove it," Paul was catching on and spoke up to support Raly's
strategy right away.  "If ye ain't a pansy, show us.  Ya wanna be a
Skyrunner, ya have ta do this, th' others'll want th' same so if ya can't
handle this, ya can't join.  If ye're gonna let yer fear stop ya from doin'
whatcha want, sounds like yer a pansy ta me."

"'Sides," said Raly with a friendlier smile, "it ain't so bad.  All th'
scamps go through it.  A lot o' th' older boys move on ta girls, but they
still need ta get it somewhere if they can't find a girl who'll take `em.
Not like most o' us can afford a whore, even a cheap one."

"Ye're puttin' me on," Bren said, but without any real accusation in his
tone.  "Ye're tellin' me ye both played girls fer th' others when ya joined
up too?"

"I did," Paul said with a nod, rubbing his bare rear at the memory.  "Hurt
at first too.  I got Hal an' he was pretty rough; works fer th' thief king
now, takes protection money down dockside.  Raly...guess ya could say he
was th' odd one out."

Bren gave Raly a questioning look, waiting for him to elaborate, and Raly
laughed.  "So I get in an' say I wanna join up, just like ye did, only when
one of `em dragged me off ta his room an' dropped his trousers, I belted
`im one in th' nuts.  `E screamed like a girl an' all th' others came
runnin', even Jed.  When they got there an' figgered out what I done, he
couldn't stop laughin', made me a full Skyrunner on th' spot.  I don't
bitch, never have, never will."

Paul caught the shrewd look on Bren's face and shook his head.  "Don't try
it...last one that did got his wrist broke.  Raly ain't bad so long as you
don't mess with him, but he's got a rep ta keep up."

Bren glanced from Paul to Raly who just smiled casually, both older boys
patiently waiting for him to make a decision.  When he looked down, Raly
knew they'd won.  "Well...if the most o' them can do it, so can I," he
mumbled half-heartedly.  "Just...go easy on me, alright?  I ain't never
done this `fore."

"Sure, fer th' first time anyways," said Raly with a wink.  "Ya know, ya
might even like it.  Some o' us do...Paul does."  He grinned at the
now-blushing Paul and stepped forward, positioning Bren on his knees before
them.

Bren found himself staring almost right at Raly's cock, growing harder by
the second with anticipation of the fun to come.  He swallowed slowly and
carefully reached out to take it in one hand.  "Be gentle with it," said
Raly.  "Now, stroke it...like ya do yers."

Bren blushed and opened his mouth to deny it, but Raly shook his head.
"Don't be embarrassed, alright?  We all do it sometimes."

Bren nodded and started to stroke Raly up and down.  Paul stepped forward,
not wanting to be left behind and soon Bren had one young cock in each hand
and was stroking them both gently while Raly and Paul moaned in approval.
This one was going to be a quick study, Raly could tell.

"You can lick them," said Raly encouragingly.  It was phrased as a
suggestion, but somehow Bren knew that it wasn't, really.  He only
hesitated a moment and leaned in to lick the tip of Raly's young member
with his warm, wet tongue.  Raly shivered in delight.  "That's it, just
like that.  Keep going."

Paul rocked forward, indicating that he wanted his cock to get some
attention too, and after only a moment's hesitation, Bren obliged, stroking
each boy's dick while he alternately licked them.  Soon both Raly and Paul
were fully erect.

"See?  Not so bad, right?" Raly asked with a smile and reluctantly, Bren
nodded.

"I guess," he admitted.  Then let out a squeak of surprise as Raly moved
away and reached out to reposition the smaller boy's body so that Bren was
on his hands and knees.  "H-hey...uh...I don't know `bout this..."  He knew
enough about sex to know what was coming next.

"Just relax," reassured Raly as he got behind Bren and rubbed his hands
gently along the younger boy's buttcheeks.  "We said we'd go slow, didn't
we?"

Over words of reluctance from his new friend, Raly spread Bren's cheeks and
looked upon the object of his desire.  One finger trailed over it and Bren
gasped, feeling his most intimate place being touched.  "Mmn..."

Raly smiled at the moans escaping Bren's mouth and pushed his finger
forward and inside.  Bren gave a cry of surprise and discomfort but was
silenced almost immediately as Paul, who had moved around in front of Bren,
pressed his young cock against the smaller boy's lips and urged him to take
it inside.

Bren's cries now muffled as Paul eased his dick inside the scamp's mouth,
Raly got to work.  Slowly, carefully, he inserted his finger deep inside
Bren's rear, hearing him moan.  "How's his mouth?"

Paul rocked his hips lightly, showing approval.  "Mmm...really nice; he's
good at this.  How's his butt?"

Raly pushed his finger in the rest of the way.  "Tight.  We'll have ta
loosen him up a bit."  It was a good thing they were both not much older
than Bren, or he might not have been able to handle them.  Slowly, he
wiggled his finger back and forth while Bren moaned quietly around Paul's
erection, accepting his fate.

Raly's finger worked Bren's little rear patiently, like a miniature cock
thrusting in and out.  Knowing what to do, Raly began to angle the thrusts
of his finger, seeking Paul's pleasure spot.  He found it after a few
thrusts, making Bren arch his back and cry out around Paul's cock.

Paul was starting to thrust his hips a little now, showing Bren how he
liked to be sucked off.  Usually more submissive than Raly, he still
delighted in the feeling of the wet, hot mouth wrapped around him.  In the
meantime, Bren was quivering in pleasure, his own young cock achingly hard.
He wanted to be touched, Raly could tell, and he would be.  Soon.

Raly slid a second finger into Bren, loving the eager sounds the scamp was
making.  He wanted it, Raly could tell.  His butt was starting to hump back
eagerly against the fingers, wanting to take them deeper in, and Raly soon
obliged, pushing them in all the way as he began to gently scissor them
open and closed.  Bren writhed on his hand, body begging for more.

"I think he's `bout ready," said Raly as he spat on his hand and worked the
saliva onto his member, giving the fingers a final twist and feeling Bren
shudder with desire and need before pulling them out.

It was about at that moment that Paul could take no more.  Crying out, he
pulled backwards so as not to choke Bren with his cum and orgasmed on the
younger boy's face, splattering it with his seed.  Raly just grinned and
repositioned himself, thrusting forward and entering Bren from behind.

"Aah...fuck that's tight..."  The head of Raly's cock vanished into Bren's
tightness and Raly pushed forward, fully penetrating the younger boy.  He
didn't pause to let Bren get used to the feeling; he was horny and already
almost ready to cum.  Shaking with need, he started to thrust his hips
while Bren's cries of pleasure filled the room.

"That's it..." grunted Raly as he fucked Bren doggie-style, the smaller boy
making himself an eager participant in his own deflowering by pushing back
against Raly, trying to keep pace with the older boy's thrusts.  "Take it
all the way in.  Ya like this, don't you?  Bein' bitched like this."

"Y-yes..." was all Bren could respond.  The pleasure was building and he
could barely find his voice to speak, his mouth only able to make
whimpering cries of pleasure.  Nearby, Paul sat against the wall, jerking
himself off at the erotic sight of his friend and lover giving the new boy
his first sexual experience not involving his own hand.

Sensing permission, Raly began to speed up, fucking harder and faster as he
reached his climax.  Bren's panting breaths grew harder, faster, and
finally as Raly thrust his cock into the scamp's prostate, he came hard,
ass clenching down on Raly's cock which caused him to cum as well, filling
Bren's tight ass with several shots of semen.

The two boys collapsed, panting in a heap to catch their breath, after
which Paul took a turn to fuck Bren's still-tight ass, turning the younger
boy on his back and thrusting in and out a little more rapidly than Raly
had until they both came.

Exhausted and sated, the three boys curled up on the floor together to
sleep.  While Bren was secretly deciding he would like living with the
Skyrunners, Raly and Paul were both thinking that they would miss things
like this when they were no longer members of the gang.