Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 20:35:42 +0000 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Boys Guild Chapter 15 This story is a work of fiction. It never happened, it never will. The characters and locations are all make believe and any resemblance to any place or person, living or dead, is simply in the mind of the reader and totally unintentional. Situations and sexual activities of the characters are fantasy, don't try dragon riding at home. The story is also the first in a series of stories about Kind Draviad's Realm. Please let me know if you enjoy by email to nicholas6996 (at) hot mail dot com Copyright 2018 by Nicholas Nicholby, all rights reserved. Not to be distributed or duplicated without express written permission of the author. The author hereby grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to use, modify or alter and edit copy for clarity or style, reproduce, display, make compilations of and distribute the work. The Boys Guild The upcoming chapters of Boys Guild contain some intense situations and may cause trigger events. Please read carefully if you are susceptible. Events include acts of kidnap and imprisonment. Also please consider a small donation to the Nifty Archive. Think of how many times you have read the various authors pleas and think in terms of "if I had a nickel." If Nifty would receive a nickel for every time you think that, it would go a long way toward defraying expenses and insure this free service remains available and free. The DONATE button is above the story indexes and anonymity is a foregone conclusion. No amount is too small to help. Also consider sending me your thoughts on this story. I really appreciate the reactions and comments at Nicholas6996 (at) hotmail.com Chapter 15 - Boy Magic in the Wizard's Hands As the longboat pulled up to the boarding net on the side of the ship Zekial hugged Tomas and whispered, "Be strong." Colin climbed up first and gave a pulling hand to Zekial and Tomas as they had never climbed a net before. Tomas immediately saw the line of men chained to the opposite rail. Zekial stiffened when he recognized the Functionary first in the line. "What did he do to also be chained up?" Zekial asked Colin. "That idiot decided to be the big shot, the King asked him to come out and look around and come back and report. He decided he had to make the Wizard come back to give a report. The Marine Commander and then the King were not too happy with his overreaching. He has a few more days at the rail and then he better get out of town if he's smart, but he's probably not smart enough. I bet he goes to try and complain to the King about how such an important man as he is was treated," Colin speculated. "Come on, let's go forward where the boys are, or at least were," Colin led them past the mainmast and main cargo hatch and to the foredeck. Tomas thought he would retch at the smell coming from the main hatch. But they hurried by and the breeze blew the lingering scent away. There was still a mass of sleeping pallets roughly pushed all together on the foredeck. About half of them had a boy or two laying and either napping or talking. In the middle it was obvious that the Wizard was still sleeping. His form was so much bigger than the boys and his black cloak contrasted with the dun colored blankets haphazardly scattered across the other pallets. Colin looked around and not seeing the Marine Commander he went to the nearest boy on a pallet and said, "This is the Wizard's Boy." He nodded to Zekial, "Who is in charge that we may get him to his Master?" The boy sat up and looked around and then pointed to where two boys were laying together. One was considerably taller than the other but the boy they were talking to wasn't letting them even get closer to those boys, let alone the Wizard. "Wait here. I'll see if Abhi or Gopan are awake," he told Colin as he walked away toward the two on the pallet. Colin and Zekial could see that he talked with the taller boy, so at least he was awake. They were surprised that it was the smaller of the two who came back to meet them. "I am Abhi, you were here yesterday," he said to Colin. "Yes, I came at the King's command to see if all that was needed was being provided." Abhi softly laughed, "At least you did your job without getting your ear in the way of the Commander's sword. It is interesting that the King is concerned." "The King is very concerned, slaving is against all laws and the King is very angry that some have broken those laws. He also wants to make sure that you all are cared for. He sent the Wizard and the others to begin to make things right," Colin explained. He was shocked that the boy was surprised the King was concerned, but then maybe where this boy came from the King was not as close to his people. "Please, may I go to my Master? I feel that he is very weak. I can provide him with some of our energies," he nodded to Tomas, "and see to any of his needs," Zekial broke in. "Yes of course, and you too young Printer's Devil. All three of you, help your Wizard. We are drained I am afraid and will not be of much more help for another day or so," Abhi gestured towards the sleeping Wizard and Zekial took Tomas' hand and threaded his way through the pallets and knelt beside the Wizard. Reaching out with one hand and all his senses he felt the tension of the Wizard's body. "It is okay Tomas, he is just sleeping. Maybe you can find some bread and broth, I will stay here and guide some of my energies to him." Zekial lay down beside the Wizard and lifted the cloak so that both of them were underneath. He slid one hand into the Wizard's hand and felt the welcome small squeeze of recognition. Tomas moved back to where Abhi and Colin were still standing. "Zekial wants me to get some broth and bread." Colin started to speak but the first boy they had talked with answered, "I'll get it," and he scampered away. Colin looked at Abhi, "How did you know Tomas is a Printer's Devil? I told no one aboard." Abhi laughed quietly again and pointed toward Tomas' stained arms and legs, "The ink speaks for itself. No calligraphers boy would be allowed near so much ink and only a Printer's Devil can wear it with such pride. Am I right Tomas?" Tomas looked down at his arms and legs and smiled, "I don't even know it's there usually unless Zekial rubs me raw trying to get it off as we bathe." "I know what you mean, Gopan practically skinned me yesterday when we had our first bath in ages. Gopan is the tall boy in my bed," Abhi pointed toward his pallet. "Is Zekial your friend? Does he not serve his Wizard?" "Well yes, as I serve the Printer, but we are friends too," Tomas said slightly blushing. "It must be nice to have several friends, I only had one and he was my friend because it made his father important I think," Abhi stated. "You seem to have lots of friends now and I bet many of my friends will like you too," Colin smiled at Abhi. "We shall see, I don't know what will become of us now. We won't be slaves, but I don't know how we will live. None of us were ever beggars, we would probably starve to death or be executed for stealing something." "Our King doesn't allow executions of boys, and he has some plan. I don't know what it is, but the Wizard knows. The King said there was gold ready and everything if you all agreed," Colin said "Well here come the cooks with bread and broth for all of us. It is so good to have something beside wood chips in my stomach. Quick, take some to your Wizard. We can talk more later," Abhi made sure that Tomas had some help taking two cups of broth and several large slices of bread to the Wizard. Colin went to find the Marine Commander while Abhi made sure his boys were fed and doing alright. He had some of the little ones get together with some of the bigger boys. After eating he would see that the older boys took the little ones to the Heads and make sure they weren't too scared of falling in to be able to use them. It was about time for all of them to be needing the Heads soon he thought. As soon as Zekial felt the Wizard knew he was there he had begun weaving a deep connection from their fingertips into each other. He could feel the energies flowing from himself and he could feel the Wizard gradually becoming stronger. He felt inside and saw it was as Abhi had said, the cleansing of the holds had been far more strenuous than the Wizard had expected. The depth of the corruption or some hidden debasement had almost defeated the excoriating energies. The Wizard moved for the first time in hours. It was painful. He tentatively stretched his arms first, never breaking the connection with Zekial. He shoulders creaked, his elbow popped, the muscles of his bicep almost knotted as they slowly expanded and contracted. He opened his eyes and saw first Zekial deep in meditation, then Tomas sitting beside Zekial with a look of love and longing and concern. "Hold his other hand," the Wizard managed to croak. Tomas jumped a little at the strange sound of the Wizard's voice, but quickly took Zekial's free hand. He immediately felt the surge of energies which seemed to gather from his toes and flow up and through his chest and down his arm and into Zekial. It was almost like the shiver of pain and pleasure when Zekial's lance would first enter his bottom. The coursing edge of the energy exciting progressively like a wave as it flowed was like the ring of fire which either followed or preceded the lance tip as it climbed inside his chamber. He marveled again that he could never decide which direction or the exact sequence of that fire in his bottom, but the thrill of its fiery progress always roused and inflamed his passion. Right now his own lance sprang to full strength. Almost as if he could read Tomas' mind the Wizard sighed and croaked again, "Yes, help him stretch out. Mount him, give him the strength of your love." Tomas' mind had already moved from gentle blue pre-orechasmic pleasure to a rising rush of orange. It wasn't difficult to ease Zekial onto his back and pull the boy's tunic up and breeches down. A few bobs of the head with his lips encapsulating Zekial's lance brought extra energies there and as Tomas threw his shirt aside and yanked his own breeches off the fire in his hole was already smoldering red. Tomas turned and leaned down and kissed Zekial as his left leg stepped across Zekial's body. From somewhere a small hand reached in between Tomas and Zekial and spread a light coating of butter from the bread across Zekial's ripe plum lance head. Abhi knew about energy transfer in all its wondrous forms. He guided the rock hard lance toward the lowering hole and then sat back himself into Gopan's lap on Gopan's lance. The three boys sighed in unison as the fires of red orechasm rippled up inside them and began the celebration of connection throughout their bodies. The Wizard gasped as the dance of life surged into himself. Creaking bones and knotting muscles were forgotten as he himself was excoriated with the fires of a quintuple coupling. Tomas felt the ring of fire undulating inside his bowels. He rode Zekial as he had never dared within the small confines of his sleeping shelf. His anus screamed its pain and pleasure at being so quickly invaded. His deepest ring graphed on his inner eyelids the details of its dilation and expansion as the lance head came and passed and came again and left, then came and passed once more. His fluttering internal cavern grasped and pulled and repelled and caressed the spongy outer length of the oak hard staff inside him. A fire like a coating of hot cinnamon across his lips burned deeper and deeper up his centermost entrails and seared itself across the totality of his cerebellum. His trigeminal nerves sent raging heat across his cheeks; tingling like ice attacked his teeth, his gums swelled and his mouth exploded with his own elixirs. His jaw dropped open, his head tipped back, his larynx constricted, his lungs expelled what air they could. He cried out the consuming ecstasy of his living stones crushing themselves with their vain endeavor to expel what they couldn't yet make. Zekial's living stones had no such problem. They clenched and caused his prostate to spasm. The weaponized tip of his lance further engorged itself. The path of celestial splendor sang as nectar coursed along its twists and turns to speed up the final straightaway and erupt in a volcanic orechasmistic torrent drowning the penetralia of Tomas' body. Abhi released his nectar at the same time Gopan flooded his chamber the arching fountain of boy seed splattering across Tomas' chest and face as if Tomas had sent it forth. The pent up force of Gopan and Abhi's deprivation during captivity sent peels of thunder across the harbor. Around the central pallets all the boys were cosseted, cuddled, or coupled together. The connections of love sizzling like red lightning in the air around them. A massive surge of energy building as the sparks jumped from all around to Abhi and Gopan then to Tomas and Zekial. As Colin spoke with the Marine Commandant the wave of power swept over them so strongly that the emanating strength of the man overran Colin's ability to remain detached and he collapsed against the surprised man's chest, a flood of white hot sperm erupting through the growing wet spot upon his pageboy tights. The Wizard gathered every crumb of the energy of the paroxysms. Those energies focused now through Zekial's hand and the revitalized Wizard stood and called down the tidal forces of the moons. Red Lightning from the boys surrounding him on the deck and brilliant gold lightning from the sky crackled to his upraised hands. The Wizard did not so much glow as blaze and an explosion of Saint Elmo's Fire danced across the decking and down into the hold and bilge. The ship was cleansed. Crow's nest to slopping bilge, contamination was purged. Rescued and rescuer alike had illness abated and injury healed. The sun poured down its bounty and a gull flew lazily across the bow. The Wizard threw his cloak protectively over the four boys who had returned to dream and sleep. He went to see if the Cook could conjure up some real food.