Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2018 12:56:26 +0000 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Boys Guild Chapter 9, Gay, SciFi/Fantasy, Adult Youth, Prolific Authors Chapter Nine 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 Thra-penny, Ta-penny, Hay-penny, nought, Thus is the purse in a poor squire's lot. Silver and gold, bright jewels aplenty, Thus is the riches of Knights in their glory. Hunger and thirst, with barely a tot, Squires in the stable, hay for a cot. Dining and drinking, carousing a-frenzy, wench or a butt-boy, Knight's bed is sexy. Rat eared and smudged, sheets passed around, Scribes apprentice copy Nifty Archives down. Traded `mid giggles, furtive strokes and suckings Stories make the circuit, generating fuckings. Thra-penny, Ta-penny, Hay-penny, stop! Send a small donation, keep the stories hot. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 9 - Held in Chains and Fast and Sleek >From behind the boys came the voice of the Wizard, "So, do you like our parapet? The view is stunning, but you really should try it during a thunder and lightning storm at night. Exhilarating!" He seemed to have walked out of the very air. Tomas could think of plenty of exhilarating things that would be less deadly, but Mig was ready for the lightning right now. Zekial quickly got to business, "The slaver ship has left the dockside, but seems to be anchored in the bay. They may be getting ready to leave. See, it is the one there with the broken mizzenmast and the rampant whale figurehead," he was pointing down at the ship. "Hmmm, did you look below decks?" the Wizard asked. "No, I didn't cast, we just looked and saw it had moved," Zekial confessed. "Well, let's have a closer look, shall we? You take the forward hatch and I will descend the rear. Watch the sunlight when you come back out, it will momentarily blind you and make you more visible. Tomas and Mig, stay here and enjoy the view," the Wizard set the plan. Zekial nodded his agreement and the two sat down against the parapet wall and seemed to fall into slumber. Mig giggled, "I'm glad they sat down. My Wizard used to do that and it was up to us to catch his body before it hit the ground. He got a few bumps before we got it right." "Did you ever do whatever it is they are doing?" Tomas asked. "In a way," Mig answered. "I had not learned to travel yet, but I can step outside my body and see around me. It is kind of like looking down at the town, but with yourself as the center of the area. It is very strange, but occasionally useful." "Look, down at the ship, can you see that shimmer? That is probably Zekial, he is probably not as stealthy as the older Wizard. Why is he the Wizard's Boy instead of his apprentice?" Mig asked. "The apprentice is much older and will soon become a journeyman wizard. Zekial says that when the Wizard found him he wasn't looking for a new apprentice, but that his innate magic caused the Wizard to take him up," Tomas answered. "I don't know where that was, Zekial is not from Liivka." "He doesn't act all fancy, two of our Wizard's boys were always making like they were better than everyone else because he favored them. I think he favored them because they just sucked him whenever he wanted." "Why didn't you make nectar when I sucked you before?" Tomas asked. "You were having a massive orechasm and your stones were banging up against your sheath. I thought sure you would drown me," he giggled. "Elt nectar is a strange thing, I do make lots of it, but it does not come out except to make new Elts. If you had the scent of an Elt girl when we played it would have flooded out. Without that scent it only releases once a moon, usually in a dream, but sometimes when others help me to Orechasm. My last moontide period was a few days before I walked the vines off the ship, so I won't make more nectar for a while. You did not make nectar either, is it just after your time of moon too?" Mig asked. "Boy people do not have moon periods, that is something girl people do," Tomas told Mig and he could see that Mig was having a hard time imagining nectar from a girl. "I don't know much about it, I have never been around girls. I don't want to be either. Boy people can not make nectar until they are old enough. And before you ask, no one knows how old is old enough. When a boy's body tells itself it is old enough, then the nectar flows. I am not nearly old enough, I am only eight birthmoons," Tomas said. "I am twenty four birthmoons, and will be a boy for twenty six more. Then I will grow up and be a Tween. I think Elts live a lot longer than people. My GrislePoint Elt is almost 400 birthmoons. He will have a big party, I will not be there for it I am afraid," Mig was wistful again. "What is a GrislePoint Elt?" Tomas asked. "It is a he. His nectar made the StrongPoint Elt whose nectar made me," Mig explained. Just then Tomas pointed out at the bay, "Look! On the ship there is a shimmer again at the forward hatch." The two boys were busy watching the ship and didn't see the Wizard and Zekial's bodies start to wake up. "Well, that explains why you smelled so bad Mig," the Wizard startled them by standing and stretching. "Those cages are horrid and although you were not in one, everything on the ship takes on the odor." Zekial stood and stretched too, "Yes, the forward hold had two large cages with many children locked inside. They were terribly dirty and hungry. I think many were sick too. What of the main and aft holds?" "Many people and a tank with a few seabeings. I must find a way to catch the leader of the slavers, and find out where they are being taken. This is an evil thought gone from our world. For now, let us see how the slavers like being chained as are their slaves." The Wizard stood and looked out over the bay. With small movements of his hands he seemed to gather the sea floor together and pile it up under the ship. Then he reached up and called a single thunderbolt from the sky and had it hit the dock, then another hit near the ship and a third hit it directly on the same mizzenmast and a fourth hit farther out in the bay. The boys could hear the peel of thunder from each bolt and the crack and crash as another piece of the mast rained on the ship's deck. "That will hold them. The extra thunderbolts just make it look like something unusual, but not specific to them. The third bolt welded their anchor chains so they can not be raised or lowered and the seabed gathered its strength to hold the anchors. If they try to sail they will find they are held in place by their own chains." "I did not detect any magic on the ship except yours Zekial. Did you feel anything from the foredeck?" the Wizard asked. "No, only your magic, there was no other," Zekial confirmed. "Well if they are not carrying a Mage or Witch then we can watch them. I will set some eyes among the rigging. Why don't you let the swifts out Zekial. They haven't flown in a few days and maybe Mig would like to hear them," the Wizard turned toward the ship and seemed to be deep in thought. Zekial laughed, "Don't jump off the parapet! This swifts will explode out of here when I open the eaves." He went inside the aviary and went around like he was unlocking windows. Then he turned toward the back and quickly turned a crank and the sides opened down and out and the birds did indeed explode. It was a massive exodus of white wings and the resulting flurry of lost down, bird seed hulls and dust, dirt and bird poop left a small swirling cloud behind the great whirling cloud of the birds rising into the sky. Tomas was glad for Zekial's warning, he would have been greatly startled and as the birds seemed to be coming straight at him the temptation was to back up. Of course the crenellations would probably have stopped him before he fell, but with the warning he ducked instead of fled. Mig however seemed to have known what was coming and he stepped forward into the maelstrom of the birds laughing and clapping his hands as they swirled around his head. He did get some bird poop on his hair, but he knew that would wash out. The Wizard smiled at the boyish joyfulness. "Come then, we have some ways to go to get to the mill. I hope you won't be too disappointed, I asked for the carriage, I didn't order the dragon around," he smiled at Tomas and Mig. Tomas' eyes were bigger than the mill stones at the thought of riding a dragon out of the city. Zekial poked him and winked like go along with the joke, and Tomas realized the Wizard was teasing them. He had never heard of a dragon actually flying anywhere near the town or castle, but then again, up until yesterday Elts were make believe too. "So, Zekial, a little experiment on the way down." He waved the boys on ahead and began a quieter conversation with Zekial. Just as they were ready to go down the ladder on the hanging stone the Wizard said, "All right, we are going right to the tower doorway where you came in last night. Remember? The rough guardsman was outside?" "Yes, I remember," Mig said. Tomas' living stones cringed as he shuddered, "I remember too." They began with Mig insisting Tomas go first and then as Tomas turned to see how Zekial put the stone back up he suddenly found himself standing alone. The stone was shut, everyone was gone, there was nowhere else to go but down; Tomas started the long descent. There were no other openings in the stair wall, Tomas couldn't have made a wrong turn if he had tried to. He couldn't even find where the room they slept in had been. As he began to think he would never get to the bottom he heard Mig's laughter and Zekial's voice. Finally stepping on the next to bottom step he could see the two of them wrestling around and giggling and laughing. "Here he is FINALLY!" Mig shouted and jumped up a step and essentially on to Tomas. Tomas caught him as a matter of self protection, but scowled at them both, "Why did you leave me all alone? How did you get here so fast? Don't do that to me again. If it hadn't of been in the tower I could have gotten lost or something." Zekial could see he really wasn't happy and tried to make up for it, "Sorry Tomas. The Wizard wanted me to do something and so he and I went and did that and I just got here." Mig was laughing at Tomas, "Slowpoke! The Wizard said where we were going and I knew where this was, so I just went here. I don't know why you don't do that too?" "I did do that, it just takes longer when you have to walk I guess. How do you `just go here'?" Tomas asked Mig seriously. "I don't know, I just do," Mig said matter of factly. "Well tell me next time you are going to, maybe I can figure out what you are doing and do it too," Tomas grumbled. The door popped open just then and the Wizard's voice called, "Ready to go? Come on then, the horses are anxious to run." The boys stepped out and Tomas and Mig were surprised at the sleek red coach that waited on the cobbles. Tomas had seen many coaches in and about the town and the docks, but never one that so clearly said FAST. Mig had never actually seen a coach and he was making a quick inspection of the wheels, the two horses, the driver, everything he could see in just a few moments. As the Wizard opened a door in the middle a set of steps hinged out and down from hidden underneath. The door itself opened kind of upwards and away from the body, it reminded Tomas of one of the swift's wings lifting forward. The driver sat on a seat nearly at the level of the horses knees, he could probably see over them, but Tomas thought he would be much bothered by mud thrown from their hooves. Then he noticed a curving sheet of glass that stood between him and the horses. Tomas thought that must have been outrageously expensive, glass was very hard to come by except in small panels which were grouped together for windows. Tomas also noticed that behind the driver there seemed to be an open space, perhaps that was where things could be carried. It fit into the part of the triangle shape that was not big enough to allow a person inside. Then there was a window, currently partially hidden behind the door, the door which was also mostly window and then another window. That would be the two seats on the inside. As Zekial climbed the steps Tomas could see the coach rocking with his weight. He could see underneath that large curving bars of metal seemed to compress and then push back. He had heard of springs but never seen one. The printers always wanted springs on the treadles but it never happened. As Tomas followed Mig up the steps he noticed the symbol inset into the steps, a yellow shield with a rearing black horse. Somehow that screamed FAST too. The fast coach made short work of the trip to the mill. As they had entered the woods Mig demanded the Wizard to stop, he wanted to get out and run. He promised he would follow the road and meet them ahead at the woods edge. The Wizard had just smiled and knocked on the roof to signal the driver. As they started again he had the driver go more slowly, Mig needed time to reconnect with nature. With Mig running in the wild the Wizard said, "When we arrive I want you boys to take the Miller's Boy and go off somewhere and do whatever boys do. I have some business with the Miller and then I will join you." Tomas said, "We will be at the cataract above the mill, there is a wonderful place to swim as long as you are careful of the current. I bet Mig will walk along the flume too, not me, I'll take the land route." Zekial just listened, this was his first time at the mill. As they came out of the woods they did not find Mig waiting for them, but it wasn't a problem because they could see him plainly as he frolicked and gamboled around the meadow. Since he was heading in the direction of the mill and it was obvious that is where they were going they just proceeded. Tomas watched Mig through the window and thought it must be wonderful for him to run through the woods and fields. It did look like fun and there was a whole little cloud of butterflies and birds and insects that were set in motion by Mig's progress. Tomas smiled that there must be a groundlings scurrying flurry too of mice, rabbits, snakes and all manner of other animals. They all reached the mill door at the same time and Mig was hugging and dancing around with Tomas and Zekial. Zekial was listening to the roar around them, Tomas was happy that Mig was so excited. The Wizard opened the mill door and the boys followed him through, the Miller greeted them but the boys were fixated on the grinding stones, the dust motes dancing in the rafters, the view of the cataract and the rumbling rising from the floor through their feet. The Wizard had evidently created some kind of zone of quiet around himself and the Miller and they were talking and chatting as if the rumbles and roar did not exist. As the boys made their way over to the windows overlooking the cataract they could feel the changes in the vibrations as they came nearer the smaller stones. Then as they stepped into the light pouring into the mill they could definitely feel the force of the water shooting off the stone and crashing into the pool below. Tomas' lance rose stiffly as it rubbed against the new material of his breeches. He could see that Zekial's lance was pushing out his breeches and shirt. He couldn't tell about Mig's, there seemed to be a bulge under the green tunic, but it could have just been a fold of fabric. As they turned away from the window the door over the flume platform opened and Tomas could make out the Miller's Boy wiggling through the rafters and machinery and coming towards them. The boy couldn't see them well, they were backlit by the window light. As he got closer and they got farther away from the window Tomas could see the expression on his face changing from happy to something more like awe. Suddenly he was kneeling on the floor of the mill and bowing in front of Mig. Everyone except Mig seemed surprised. "Dhani, please rise," Mig said to the boy. The boy didn't move. "Come now," Mig reached down and touched the boy's shoulder. "Rise so I may know you and you may know me." The boy rose reluctantly, but did glance up at Mig before lowering his eyes again. "Stop being silly. We are both far away from home, but now we know each other we can be friends together and not so alone," Mig reached a finger out and traced along the boy's cheek and gently lifted his head so they could look in each other's eyes. "You see my name, but it is easier to call me Mig. These are my friends too, Tomas and Zekial. This is Kalpak, he is a Dhani. They are not quite a people, but sometimes almost. Dhani's like him are helpers of the Elt. It is kind of complicated. Right now we will just try and be friends," Mig told the others and ended looking at Kalpak with a friendly smile. The boy gave a shy smile back in return. The Wizard and the Miller had come over and heard the introductions. The Miller gave a hearty laugh and hugged Kalpak into himself, "Kalpak, I like that! Now I can call you more than Boy, eh?" He was beaming down at the boy who was smiling back up at him with a look of love in his eyes. The Wizard asked, "How do you know his name Mig?" "Like you said about mine floating around me? I remembered that we seemed to be always able to know the name of the Dhani around us and they knew ours too, so I looked closely and it is there. He has a longer name, but he calls himself Kalpak, so that will do," Mig explained. "It means Heavenly Tree, he is a Tree of Heaven Dhani." "I don't know about the Dhani, what do you mean he is like a people sometimes?" Zekial asked. "Dhani are tree spirits, he is born in a tree and lives as a tree for a very long time. Then there is a time when they come out of the tree and live as a people in the forest. After another long time they go back into their tree as a spirit," Mig said. "Yes," the Wizard added. "The people Dhani take care of the forest and the Elts. When they are trees the Elts take care of the forest and the trees. It is complicated because as people Dhani they kind of worship the Elts. As tree Dhani the Elts kind of worship them." He turned to the Master Miller, "I am sorry I did not come sooner. You would have known his name and his nature then at least." "I know his nature! He is happy and joyful and loves to run and play and walk the flume and climb in the forest. To know his name is good, but we have done fine with Boy. Right Boy?" the Miller laughed again. Kalpak vigorously nodded his head in agreement. "So!" the Miller laughed and almost shouted. "Boy and boy and boy and boy go do boyish things!" he pointed at each one of them and then laughed so loud it almost drowned out the grinding of the stones. The boys followed Kalpak's signals and soon were climbing over the turning shafts and among the giant gears and heading toward what Tomas knew to be the river side of the mill.