Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 08:27:11 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 11/14 (Adult Youth)

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THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on January 20th, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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ELEVEN - A boy like many

The corral had an abundance of water for washing and cooking drawn from
a well thanks to two powerful engines. Unfortunately that water was not
good to drink. Therefore once in a while, they had to go up the heights
to a spring to obtain pure drinking water. They had to go deep in the
mountains to an area that was closer to the part under the rebels'
control. Therefore each time, besides the men who had to fill the tanks,
about twenty well armed men had to escort them and stay on watch all
around the spring to protect them.

The captain had put up the schedule, and so came the day when Augustin
also had to go with the others to obtain the water provisions. The boy
noticed with some uneasiness that Max was also part of the expedition,
and that the man, the whole way, was caressing his gun-machine almost
voluptuously and he didn't take his eyes from the boy, his lips folded
in a small amused smile.

When they were at the spring that was coming out from a group of rocks,
the armed men went all around at strategic points to watch the
surroundings while Augustin and the others, each with a tank, went to
one of the several mouths of the spring to fill it. His tank was almost
one third full when he heard a pacing noise at his back. He turned to
look and his heart started to race - Max was approaching him, still
caressing the small sub-machine gun.

"Why did you leave your watching place?" Augustin asked him, alarmed.

"From here I can see all I have to see. And you too." the man answered,
putting his sub-machine gun on the ground.

He took two more paces and seized the boy's arm, "Come here, baby, today
I want finally fuck your nice little ass."

"Let me in peace. Go back to your place." Augustin said with a hard
voice, trying to wriggle away from the steel hold with which the man had
seized him and was trying to pull him to himself.

"My place is here." Max answered, quickly immobilizing him with a
skilled neck-lock.

"Leave me alone, I don't want you to do this." the boy determinedly
repeated, trying again, uselessly, to free himself.

"Come on, you like taking it in your ass. Everybody knows how much you
like it." the man answered while starting to open Augustin's clothes.

"Stop or I'll yell!" Augustin retorted raising his voice.

The man tightened his arm around the boy neck so strongly that Augustin
was immediately aware that not only could he not escape him, but neither
could he yell.

"Feel how hard my cock is..." the man blew in his ear, while with his free
hand managed to open the boy's trousers and to lower them to his knees.

"No..." the boy tried to protest but from his mouth came out only a choked
gurgling sound.

Max, weighing on the boy with all his massive body's weight, had
immobilized the boy against a vertical smooth rock wall and now his free
hand was unsheathing his hard rod.

"The more you try to free yourself and the more you get me aroused,
baby..." the man laughed.

Augustin was still trying to fight him, even though he was aware that it
was useless. The man leaned on him pushing his hard mace against the
boy's naked bottom.

"Do you feel it? You like it, don't you? And I will soon push it
entirely into you and I will fuck you, sweetie. Oh yes, I'll really fuck
you..."

"Oh no, you really will NOT fuck him!" the sudden and imperious voice of
the captain said at their back.

Max let the boy free, and Augustin quickly tidied his clothes, and
turned towards the captain. Sander had a pistol in his hand, the safety
catch off.

"Tidy yourself, soldier, if you don't want me to shoot your balls and
you know I will if you don't obey immediately! I'll make you meet the
same end as Mallory."

"But, captain..." the mercenary protested, but tidying his clothes at
once, "The boy wanted a fuck even more than me, I can tell you!"

"I really don't think so. He told you several times to let him alone, he
said no, and not just this time. Also the other times you tried with
him. Dare to touch him again, to brush him with a finger and I'll kill
you. My orders are not to be taken lightly."

"He was saying no, but he really wanted it. Exactly as the females do
when they say no when they instead mean a yes..."

"Oh, you have a crystal ball, Max?" the man sarcastically asked him,
without lowering his pistol, still aiming towards the groin of the now
closed fly of the mercenary.

"No, but I know it well, I wasn't born with the last rain..."

"No, man, you really don't know fucking shit. The fact is that you have
your balls at the place of your brain."

"Come on, captain, he... he is just a boy, and also a faggot, and even an
Indian, he isn't one of us, is he? You always said, captain, that we
have the right to..."

"Here you are wrong, man. He is one of us no more and no less than you
or me. The fact that he is still a boy, and an Indian, doesn't mean
fucking shit at all. I've been keeping an eye on you for some time, and
I will still keep an eye on you. Don't play smart with me, man, or your
life is worth less than a fake penny. Hurry up, back to your place,
immediately!"

Max bent to pick up his sub-machine gun and, without turning back, went
away, angry, with a gloomy face, but resigned.

"He will never again bother you, boy. He knows I would kill him, and he
knows well that I'm not joking."

"Thank you, captain. It has been real luck, se–or, that you were passing
nearby..."

"No, it hasn't been luck, my boy. I understood he was just looking for
the occasion to try something with you... this is why I sent you here
together, and he didn't guess I was hidden nearby."

"You did it on purpose, se–or?" the boy asked, amazed.

"Yes, as I had to catch him red-handed, when he would try again with
you. You see, Max is a good soldier, but he really does have his balls
at the place of his brain."

"You worried about me, captain..."

"I always take care of all my men, Augustin. Now you have nothing more
to worry about, you can safely do your job." the captain said and
putting his pistol in the holster, disappeared behind the rocks.

A little while afterwards, the boy heard the noise of the jeep engine
that soon vanished down valley. Augustin's heart was still racing, but
he finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew that the captain was right
- Max would never try it again.

They loaded the tanks on the truck and went back to the corral. Max was
sitting near the back part of the truck, looking ostentatiously outside
of the vehicle, and going on to caress his sub-machine gun.

Back at the base, Augustin said nothing about what had happened up at
the spring, neither to Neil nor to any other, as he knew that he didn't
need to, because besides the captain, Max and himself, almost certainly
nobody was aware of what happened between the rocks in those few
minutes, Max, after that day, always kept clear of the boy.

Soon, the mercenaries had to leave for a new mission. Augustin loaded
the first aid box on the truck and took his place. Neil came and sat
near him. The rebels had seized a village down valley and they had to
dislodge them, and in the worst case, to chase them back in the
mountains. If they could, instead, they had to annihilate them. More
dead, more wounded people... the boy thought sadly.

He couldn't change the world... the ex-novice told himself. If he could
just change Neil... before it was too late! If he just could make shine
again the pure silver that, he guessed, had to be under the dark patina
of life that dimmed his light... It would be enough to use a cotton flock
and some vinegar... But where could he find one and the other? Surely not
in the first aid box, and neither in the kitchen... He had to find them
inside himself... but how? Where? And when?

Neil, with a finger, brushed for a moment the hand that the boy leaned
on the wooden seat, between them. Augustin turned to look at him. Neil
smiled. The boy returned the light smile and his eyes shone for a
moment. He then looked at his comrades, slightly worried, but none of
them seemed to have noticed that discrete manoeuver.

By silent agreement, the couple never let themselves display loving
affections in public, feeling respect towards their companions.
Therefore that short and light contact had an even bigger value.

"Hey, Augustin," Donnel, who was sitting in front of them, called him,
"when we are back to the corral, do you have a treatment for
hemorrhoids?"

"The best treatment, for what I know, is for you to stop putting all
that pepper in your food." the boy answered him.

"But without pepper our slop is tasteless." the man protested.

"Don't you like the cooking of Isidro and Severino?" Augustin asked him.

"It's not that I don't like it... it's just that it has little taste."

"They have to cook so that it could fit the taste of everybody,
therefore they have to be light with spices." the boy answered.

"What has the pepper to do with it?" the man asked.

"When one overuses it, it can irritate the bowels, and even more the ass
hole." the boy explained.

"Do you think so?"

"I do. Avoid pepper for a while, it would be better. Use the chilli,
can't you? It doesn't give problems."

"But don't you have a treatment anyway?" the man insisted.

"Of course there is a treatment..." Big Jim said with a giggle, "stop
taking cocks in your ass!"

"Hey, bastard, I never took it in my ass!" the mercenary protested. "I
like to fuck, not being fucked! And for sure not with one like you. I
will rather cut my cock than do it with you."

"But when you have a boy between your legs, you never step back, do you?
You rather push forward with all your means."

"Of course, and I fuck him, but I don't let him fuck me, for sure.
Moreover, Big Jim, you, too, who plays the macho guy so much, when you
find nothing better, you never shy away from the tender little ass of a
boy. Did you already forget that time down at the Vichada? That day you
didn't take that girl, but her younger brother. Do you think I didn't
notice how and with what gusto you were fucking his tender little ass?"

"Of course, that girl was ugly and bony like death, while her little
brother was pretty and fresh like a flower! Yours is just envy, I know.
You would have liked to fuck that kid. But I got him before you and so
you had to content yourself with his older brother."

Augustin understood that the two men were just jesting, even if in a
somewhat heavy way, and smiled.

The column stopped. The men crowded around the captain who, pointing
alternatively towards the village that was more down valley, and then
the map he had unfolded on the jeep bonnet. He then organized in detail
the encircling of the village and the exact sequence of the action. The
mercenaries were mentally taking note and readily nodded while Sanders
gave them the last orders. All had already been organized up at their
base, therefore now at the location Sanders was just giving them the
concrete orders, verifying them with his men.

This time Augustin had to again stay with the vehicles and a few but
well armed men on watch with them. From where they had stopped the
village was clearly visible, even though they couldn't single out the
men who were surely walking between the houses or in the surroundings.
Augustin went to sit in a place from which he would not lose sight of
the location where, soon, the group of mercenaries and his Neil, would
fight.

The battle started three hours later. The noise of the explosions and of
the weapons was seldom heard, but once in a while white dust like a
flower bloomed between the houses and at times, when the dust thinned
away, a house had disappeared or was visibly in ruins.

The evening came and then fell the night. The men who were on watch with
the vehicles had a light meal. During the night at times bloomed flowers
of fire down there where the now invisible village was. The men in turns
laid down to rest, while others watched, using their infrared rays
visors. Augustin also tried to sleep, but his heart was worried and he
could not do so. At times the wind turned in their direction and carried
there also the distant noises of shots and explosions.

The morning came, but the mercenaries were not yet back. Augustin now
knew that the longer a mission lasted, the greater the risk that the men
would come back wounded, if they didn't die beforehand. The village
seemed to have fewer houses standing or untouched. Augustin hoped that
the villagers, at least, could have had the time to hide far enough
away, that they saved their lives, if not their poor goods.

The boy was increasingly worried. He stood up and went to look for Tom,
who was in charge of the communications, and asked him if the captain
sent him any messages.

"Not yet, Augustin. But the line is still open, and this means that the
captain is still alive... or else... that somebody took his place in
command."

Augustin didn't much understand how their communication system worked,
but trusted what Tom said to him. He understood that the man was not
able, anyway, to give him news about his Neil, therefore he didn't ask
him anything.

He was just thinking about this, when Tom added, "Are you worried about
Neil?"

Augustin nodded.

"Neil is a really good fighter, and he never does something rash, he is
really as a good soldier as one has to be. Therefore he would never do
useless acts of heroism."

"And those who are... useful?"

"Those who are useful... they are our daily bread, my boy."

Our daily bread... "Our Father, who art in heaven, look also down here on
earth..." the boy started to recite inside himself, after so many days
when he hadn't been praying. "... hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom of
peace come... thy will be done, even if at times it costs us dearly... on
earth as it is in heaven, on this bleeding hearth... Give us this day our
daily bread, and please, do so that it is not too bitter... And forgive us
our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, because he
who is not able to forgive cannot be forgiven... And lead us not into
temptation, don't let us presume we are better than the others... but
deliver us from evil, from pain, from the death of our heart... Amen."

A buzzer rang and startled the boy. Tom immediately answered the call.
He was listening to the sounds in the earphones and nodding, underlining
his head's nods with a set of sharp and ringing "Yessirs!".

He then cut the line and, turning towards his comrades, said, "We have
to go down with all our vehicles. The battle is over."

Everybody ran to their places and the column, setting off, started to go
down towards the village. As the trucks were empty, Augustin went to sit
behind Charley who was driving the captain's jeep, with the first aid
box on the seat near him. At the side of Charley sat Tom, with the
communicator always switched on and wearing the earphones.

They reached the village. None of the villagers were in sight, only the
mercenaries. On the ground, amongst the ruins, were lay the corpses of
the guerrillas.

Augustin started immediately to take care of his wounded companions.
Amongst them there were also the captain and Neil, but the latter had
just a superficial wound, not serious - a bullet that pierced his sleeve
and scratched the skin of his left arm. He was finishing up bandaging
his man, when he saw that they were carrying three dead mercenaries on
three improvised stretchers. One of them was Max, and a showy stain of
sperm was dirtying his fly.

"We will bury these three, than we can go back." the captain said. He
had been wounded in the thigh by a bullet that pierced it from side to
side, but without touching any vital parts, and that Augustin had
already bandaged.

"And... they?" the boy asked, pointing at the corpses of the rebels.

"The villagers will take care of them when they come back." the captain
solemnly answered.

The mercenaries dug a grave in the little cemetery of the village for
their three dead comrades, deposited the three corpses in it after
taking away their documents and personal effects that they would send to
their families - if the captain had their addresses.

"Augustin!" the captain called.

"Here I am, se–or." the boy readily answered.

"It's up to you to do the oration for our three comrades, before we bury
them."

"To me, se–or?"

"Yes, you were a friar, you will be able to find the right words much
better than any of us."

Augustin nodded and uncovered his head. All the men, even those who
boasted to be unbelievers, took off their berets.

"Lord, receive in your peace these three men, we entrust them to your
mercy. Receive Jeff Dooley, who was the best of us all in being able to
tell jokes, please allow him to tell them up there also... Receive Dave
O'Donnell, who was always ready to share with the others all he had, and
let him share your peace... And receive also Max..."

"Who was a bastard!"

"And a piece of shit!"

"And who creamed in his pants for the last time."

"And who for sure went straight to hell!" yet another voice said.

Augustin looked at the captain, who was looking at him with an
impenetrable expression and who was remaining silent. Then the boy
raised his voice.

"Receive Max, who was a bastard, and a piece of shit, and who creamed in
his pants when he could kill somebody! Who never got to let us see his
better side that he surely had to have, as he was your son as are we
all. Who possibly had been hardened by life so much that he, too, was no
more able to look inside his own heart, as well as we have not been
able, because we are more nearsighted than a bat and are not able to see
farther than the tips of our own noses.

"But You, You are able to see in our hearts, therefore You could see
also in that of Max. And You are able to see how much we aren't able to
see. Therefore receive him too with you, Lord, we pray these things to
you. Amen!" Augustin concluded with a steady and firm voice, in the
general silence.

The boy looked towards the captain who gave him a very short sign of
approbation with his eyes, then said with his loud and clear voice,
"Amen!"

All the men then echoed him with their "Amen" and those in charge
started to fill the grave with shovelfuls of earth.

Arriving back at the corral, having carefully tended and settled all the
wounded men in the infirmary, Augustin went to throw himself on his bed,
feeling totally worn out. Soon after Neil went in and, without saying a
word, sat on the edge of the bed next to the boy and gently caressed his
cheek.

"Do you really believe that Max can have gone to heaven?" he asked
Augustin almost in a whisper.

"I really believe so. Who are we to judge him? Only God can... and He... He
is merciful. He is able to see, to understand... and to forgive."

"But can a man deserve forgiveness?"

"Forgiveness is not a payment, it is never deserved... it is a gift."

"Then... then you think that I too... I too will be forgiven?"

"I believe it, yes."

And Neil, for the first time after more than twenty years, cried. It was
a silent cry, without sobs, calm, but his cheeks were wet with tears
that didn't want to stop flowing, one after the other, unstoppable. The
boy sat up on the bed and embraced him, holding him tight to himself,
without uttering a word, and started to tenderly rock him, and to cry
with him.

"Augustin... Augustin..." the man murmured, and he then again gave his long
confession, this time sure that the boy was listening to him, telling in
a low, monotonous voice about when he shot the finishing stroke to that
boy who, for a moment, he thought he could be him - be Augustin.

The former novice let him talk, talk and talk, hugging him tightly,
without uttering a word.

"... Moreover... besides having killed so many people... without feeling
anything for them... beside all this... I snatched you like one steals a
ripe and sweet fruit from a field he doesn't own, I stole your
virginity, without giving a shit about the fact that you wanted give it
to me or not..."

"This, Neil, should be your last worry. I was... I was consenting, after
all."

"But I didn't know, and I did it all the same..."

"What would be the use of a ripe fruit if one leaves it get rotten on
the tree until it falls on the ground, decayed? You, doing so, gave a
sense to my life. But a fruit, once picked, eaten and enjoyed, doesn't
exist any more. You on the contrary can pick and enjoy me again and
again, at least until you will get tired of me."

"Do you forgive me, Augustin?"

"No... I cannot." the boy answered in a low voice, sweetly.

Neil had like a sob and looked at him, "I knew..." he murmured.

"Silly man! I cannot forgive you... because I have nothing to forgive you,
how is it possible that you don't understand it?"

Neil embraced him and clutched him like a shipwrecked man to a buoy, to
a rubber ring, his body shaken by silent sobs. Augustin caressed his
short hair, going on to tenderly rock him, almost as if he had a child
in his arms... as Neil had never been rocked not even when he was a
newborn baby.

The man, gradually, calmed down and regained his self-control. He dried
his tears. He remained with his head nestled between the shoulder and
the neck of the boy a while long and then started to kiss him, at first
lightly, then with increasing passion, until unavoidably the passion was
seizing their bodies

Soon, in the small room that the evening darkness had gradually invaded,
they undressed each other, going on to kiss, and lastly to make love
with a tenderness and gentleness that neither of them had ever felt up
to that evening.

They made love for a long time, totally giving themselves to each other.
When they finally reached the apex of their pleasure, there wasn't the
usual explosion of all their senses, but an equally wonderful flowing of
their emotions, that melted in a unique symphony of dreamlike enjoyment.

They remained tightly embraced for a long time, until Neil gently parted
from the boy.

"I have to go, unhappily... Even though I would love being able to stay
here, to spend all the night with you... But I'm on the shift that has to
prepare the mess... I can't be late."

"Yes, I know... Go, don't worry."

They donned their clothes, in the dark. Then, when the boy lit the
lantern, Neil pulled him to himself and kissed him with all tenderness
one last time, before leaving the small room that had just witnessed
their passionate union.

Augustin again went to check his wounded companions. When Isidro came to
relieve him, he gave him instructions.

"Hey, Augustin..." his friend told him in a low voice and a wide smile,
drawing him apart, "Do you know that I finally convinced Reitano to make
love with me? He is sangre caliente, hot blooded, that handsome Italian,
and he also a cock of about twenty..."

"Is it possible that you always have to judge the value of a man by the
centimetres of his cock?" his friend asked him, amused.

"No, it doesn't matter, but... if it's not small, so much the better! Do
you know that he never did it with a boy, before? Never, not even when
he was a boy. Not even beating the meat with a mate, do you see? And
instead, he did it with me!"

"Corrupter of majors!" his friend said him, laughing.

"And if you knew how hot he is..."

"So much the better for you."

"One more on my list!" Isidro added with pride. "And sooner or later you
will see that I will have done it with all our comrades..."

"Just try with Neil and I will pull out your eyes... or rather, I'll cut
off your balls!" Augustin said, half seriously.

"No, don't worry, I'll leave you Neil. I promise. But I'll only leave
you just one, just him!"

"It's enough for me." Augustin stated and left the infirmary, crossed
the wide courtyard and went towards the mess.

He was almost there when he crossed the captain and gave way to him.

The man stopped and looked at him, "You are a weird boy, Augustin..."

"I, captain?" the boy asked amazed. "What did I do... weird?"

"You were able to find the right words even for Max... after what he tried
to do to you. He was one of the best of my soldiers, and one of the
worst of my men."

"He was, above all, a human being."

"You would have made a very good monk, way better than the others,
especially better than your mister abbot..."

"I don't think so, se–or... I am just a boy, just a boy like many, I have
still many roads to walk, you know?"

"And yet... I am a good judge of men, if I weren't I could not lead them.
And you are the best I ever met!"

"Oh, my poor captain! There are certainly many better than me. I'm sorry
you haven't yet realized it, se–or..."

The man laughed, a rare thing it was, and gave a friendly slap to the
boy's shoulder. "You have all my esteem, boy, even though you refuse
fighting."

"I would not be able to, se–or. This is possibly one of my limits."

"Do you regret it?" the man asked, scanning him.

"No, not at all." the boy serenely answered.

When Augustin went in and sat at a table, Raoul sat at his side and
asked him, "What did the captain say to you?"

"Ask him..." the boy serenely answered.

"Ha, as silent as a grave! Or as a priest who heard a confession! What
is it? Did the captain confess to you?"

"I'm not a grave, I never felt so alive. And I'm not a priest, I like
sex too much!" the boy merrily answered.

"So, then, what are you?" the man asked him, amused by the ready answer
of the boy.

"I'm Augustin, am I not? I am just Augustin Urdaneda..." the boy answered
shrugging his shoulders.

Soon after, Neil, who had carried out his duty, came and sat on the
other side of the boy.

Raoul leaned towards his comrade, "You got a smart boyfriend, really!
You know, it's said that fags are weird, queer, different. Fucking hell,
if that is the difference, you two almost make me desire to be a faggot
too!"

Neil smiled, "You can possibly be better than us, as you never make any
difference between a boy or a girl. You at least have double the
choices, you have the better part of the two halves of the sky."

"Yes, you are right, it's possibly so!" Raoul said aloud and started to
merrily eat.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12

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