Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 10:25:57 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 07/14 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- 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 ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- SEVEN - A vote and a change of life When, after a long and passionate ride, the couple amongst the bushes fully sated their mutual desires, both tidied their clothes and Augustin sat again on the lap of the man, and leaned his head on his shoulder. "Take me away with you, seor... please..." the boy said. "The rule of our unit is that none of us can take his woman with him... I cannot... even though I would like to." "But I'm not a woman... I'm a boy..." "I know this well, but this rule in my case applies practically to you too. Don't you understand it?" "You made me yours, seor, you are my first and only man, the one who took my virginity... don't abandon me. Not even a dog should be abandoned so..." the former novice whispered. "Don't you think that I would willingly take you with me, if it were at all possible?" the mercenary said gently, caressing him almost as to attenuate his refusal with those caresses. "I like you a lot, I really like you." "Take me with you, then." "I cannot, as I explained you." "You can at least try... you can at least ask captain Sanders... can't you" "I already know it would be useless." "How can you know, before trying?" "I know him well, by now." "But I convinced him not to plunder the village..." "But not not to touch the women." "Because he gave his word to his men, about the women. And he said that no women can follow you, possibly because he is afraid that either each man will want his own, or that his men could quarrel if there are too few available..." "I know he will answer with a no." Neil insisted. "If you don't want to ask him... I will ask him. You cannot forbid me. Unless... unless you don't want to have me with you, seor... In this case..." "No, I would surely be more than happy if I could take you with me." "Swear it, seor. Swear that you would be happy if I could come with you." Augustin asked raising his head and staring in the man's eyes, with a serious expression. "I swear, Augustin, I swear it on whatever is sacred that I have." "Then... let me try. If he really says no to me..." "What will you do?" "I will follow you from a distance, on my feet, and I will make you find me each time I can reach you." "We could possibly move miles and miles away and quickly. On foot you would never be able to follow us." "But this time, seor, I even preceded you." the boy made him notice with a slightly cunning smile. "It was pure chance, don't think it can happen again so easily. Who knows where we will be tomorrow... or in a week, a month, a year..." "Weren't you the one, seor, who told me that one has to live a day at a time?" Neil smiled, "Yes, it was me... You are good at being stubborn, aren't you?" "Does this bother you, seor?" "On the contrary. It's one of the things I like about you." "And which are the others?" Augustin asked, this time slightly coquettish. "Should I make you a list?" "Yes... besides fucking my little ass. I already know it." Neil ruffled his hair. Then took again the boy's face between his hands and kissed him on the mouth. When they parted, the boy insisted, "So, then?" "One of the things is exactly this one." "How I return your kisses, seor?" "No, how you don't yield until you get what you want. You have character, kid!" "And then?" "How it seems that nothing scares you." "Possibly a day will come when I will find something that scares me. Who knows?" "How you don't give yourself airs, and are one who reflects on things." "The one who doesn't reflect, goes to meet his own ruin." "How you always have an answer ready for everything." "Oh no, I have more questions than answers..." "How you are able to contradict a person without getting him angry..." laughed the mercenary. "And then?" "Is what I told you not enough?" "Yes, for the moment. After all, you don't still know me well, seor." "And about me? What do you like about me, Augustin... besides my cock, of course." then the man asked him, amused. "Your name." "Well, I've no merit for it." "Of course you have... if you didn't like it, you would ask to be called by another name. And then, you are a beautiful and strong man." "Also, being beautiful is not my merit." "But being strong, yes; and not only strong by your muscles, it is surely something you earned. And then... how you respected me." "Possibly only because you at once accepted and let me fuck you." "No, you respected me in everything. Even if you would have possibly fucked me against my will." "I raped more than one boy who would have liked that I didn't." "Well, possibly, but at least you acknowledge it, don't you? You, after all, admit that you should not have done it. Don't you?" "What do you know about it?" "If it were not so, you would not have used the word 'raped', but simply 'fucked'... I think." "You still don't know me, kid." "I am no more a kid, I am almost eighteen... Anyway... How you too, seor, reflect on things." "Stop calling me seor." "As you like... Neil. I like saying your name." "This you already told me." the mercenary laughed ruffling the boy's hair again. Augustin, laughing with him, tidied his hair again by combing himself with his fingers. "And I like how you go on ruffling my hair, Neil." "Even though each time you immediately tidy it?" "Yes, so at least you can ruffle it again... And then... how you smile. I like how you smile." "I, too, like how you smile." They went on for some time in this playful skirmish, both forgetful for some minutes about all that surrounded them, enjoying each other until they were interrupted when the whistle of the captain sounded the fall-in call. Neil gave a last intimate kiss to the boy then said, "Let's go." "Will you, too, come to see the captain with me?" Augustin asked him. "Yes... I'm curious to see what you will say him." the mercenary answered. They walked to the center of the village, where all the other mercenaries were gathering. None of the villagers were around, not even the children. Only old Manuel was, with a lazy expression but with his eyes watchful as usual, sitting on the ground, his back leaning against the bell tower without bells of the little church. Soon, from the church door Joe came out with Isidro, the latter with a wide, satisfied smile on his lips. While the men, exchanging jokes and laughing, were getting into their vehicles, Augustin went straight in front of the captain, and Neil stopped just a couple steps behind him. Isidro and Joe, seeing Augustin standing in front of the captain, also stopped within range of their voices. "Captain Sanders, I have to talk with you." Augustin said with a loud and clear voice. "What do you want, friar?" "I want to come with you." "You? We are not hiring new mercenaries. We are full up and we don't need friars." "I didn't say I want to enlist. I said I want to come with you. And I'm no more a friar." "You want? At most you can say you would!" the man retorted to him in a dry tone, but Augustin noticed that the man's eyes were amused, and that he was attentive, curious to hear what the boy had to tell him. Plucking up courage, the boy went on, "No, I want. In fact, either you kill me or, if you don't take me with you, I will do my best to follow you anyway." "Aren't you the same one who tried to stop me earlier?" "I am that person, captain." "And... aren't you the boy that our Lynn chose to fuck at the abbey?" "I am that person, captain." "This is why you would come with us. Evidently our Neil Lynn is able to fuck in a... convincing way," the man laughed and threw a glance beyond the boy, to his man. Then asked Neil, "Did you convince him to follow you?" Augustin preceded the answer of the man, "No, it's my decision." Neil voice rose from behind him and added, "I tried to dissuade him. Anyway I would not regret it at all, if it were possible." "You know well, Neil, that none of us has the right to take his woman with him, don't you?" the captain retorted, dry and hard, but the amused light in his eyes didn't change. "First of all, captain, I respectfully want to point out that I am not at all a woman... I am a male, even if this soutane could make me look like a woman from afar!" the boy retorted. Some of the soldiers who hadn't yet gone into their trucks stopped to observe and listen to the scene, and others who had gotten into vehicles came out again, and from the men there was raised laughter. "I've eyes to see it, boy. Anyway, you, to Neil, are the equivalent of a woman, therefore the rule applies also to you." "But I am not a woman. I am strong, I am able to care for myself, I would not slow down, or hinder your activities." "This is not the only point. I don't want this to happen because a woman... or a boy, could bring rivalry amongst my men. This is the reason for the rule, can't you understand it? Moreover I don't want one more mouth to feed. I can grant to my men all they need, but not for one more. If each of us took with him the one whom he fucks, I would have double the mouths to feed, I would need double the number of vehicles to move, and double the tents to camp." Augustin thought that the captain's loquacity, usually being a man of very few words, was a good sign. "Rivalry, captain? How many of your men, besides the occasional relief with one of the villages' boys when you can't find enough women, would have a male between his legs?" The mercenaries laughed and answered with spicy witticisms denying aloud that one of them could desire a boy, in normal conditions. "All right, all right, but you would be a useless burden for us anyway." the captain said in a louder voice, so that all his men could hear his answer. "But if I told you that I will look to myself for my food, and that I would ask you nothing?" "You would take one more place in our trucks, in our tents... and your presence would be of what utility for my men? None. Just a hindrance." "I can cook your meals, I can keep your mess-tins clean, wash your clothes, so that you would have more time for your training when you don't have to fight. Moreover... I can scout around for you, as I am one of the place, I know the language and the dialects, the uses and customs of my people better than any of your men. I, I am sure, could get information from the people that you would not be able to get. I could take care of your wounded men, leaving one more man free for your actions, as at the abbey I was also the nurse..." "Our life is not a quiet life like you had at the abbey..." "That I have abandoned anyway and surely not to have a quieter life. I will not be a burden, captain, all the contrary, I will be useful. Anyway... you could at least put me on a trial period and, if I am really a burden after a few days, you can kick me away." In the meantime, the soldiers had started to discuss amongst themselves the request of the boy. Some were for him and some against. The captain was at once aware of it and understood that it would be wise to involve them officially in the request. "Well, then let's do it this way, - if two thirds of my men agree to take you on a trial basis, I will let you come with us. But afterwards, the decision to keep you with us or not, will be mine and mine only." the captain said. Then, turning towards his men, ordered, "Call all the others, quickly!" A voice rose from the hubbub. It was Isidro. "If you make a decision about him, make it also for me, then!" the boy said and reached Augustin standing at his side. At first Augustin felt somewhat annoyed by the intrusion of his friend, fearing that accepting two boys would be more difficult than accepting just one; but then he told himself mentally he couldn't be selfish, and he made the best of things. Gathering all his men again, the captain told them the reason for that new meeting, explained the rule, his perplexities, and then made Augustin speak to try to explain his proposal and his reasons. At once there burst out a hubbub of voices, some decidedly against, some favourable, several sarcastic or at least joking. Neil and Joe observed the scene in silence, without taking part to the lively discussions. The captain let them talk freely for some time, then asked for and immediately got silence. "We do have not the time to listen to the opinion of each of you, therefore I want two men to talk for and two against. At the end we will make our decision. If two thirds vote for, the two boys will come with us. If fewer, they have to go away... and quickly, being careful to never be in our way again!" Alex and Max stepped forward to talk against the idea, and Franois and Raoul for. The captain gave the word to Alex. The mercenary said, "I have nothing against the young friar. But rules are rules. If we start to change them, where will it end? An exception today, another tomorrow and it's anarchy. Moreover... Why can Neil or Joe, and I have nothing against you two, boys, why can some have his bed relief available while neither I nor the others can? And as the captain said, one more mouth to feed, or rather two, two more camp beds, two more places in our trucks... No, I am decidedly against it. And I speak on behalf of many..." Augustin asked to speak and the captain nodded in assent. "Your rules, for what I know, talk of 'no women'... it doesn't talk about men or boys. I know that what counts is the spirit of the words and not the letter, therefore I won't insist on this. But I ask you to note that if accepting us amongst you were an injustice... this injustice is already amongst you. In fact if two of you feel like having sex between yourselves, you can. You can amuse yourselves while, and on the contrary, all the others have to remain disappointed. "About the two more places, in reality it would be just one place, in fact one of you, I heard, is no more with you, therefore his place is free. About the remaining one more place, it would be that each of you would have to renounce at most a half centimetre, a fifth of an inch... almost nothing, nothing you can really realize, as you are not packed like sardines. And about two more mouths to feed... we two will be able to find our food by ourselves, without asking you for anything." Joe asked to talk and the captain assented, "I am ready to share my food with Isidro, if you accept. Nobody has to renounce anything, neither for me or for him. And I know that Neil agrees with me." "Good. Let's now listen to one speaking for it. You can speak, Franois." The Frenchman stepped forward. He looked in the eyes of his colleagues all around him and said, "I speak for it. And you know I don't talk from a personal interest, I really feel nothing for boys or young men, I dig the females like almost you all." he started to say in his funny English with a strong French accent. "I'm speaking for it because I also know that Augustin was a nurse there in the monastery and he is good at it. And if, besides this, these two boys will cook for us and wash our things, they will leave us much more free time to rest, to train, or to mind our own fucking business. "Moreover, as the captain said, we have to take them just on trial. If we see that they are a hindrance, we can throw them away and all is like before. And lastly, I have to tell you a thought I have - rules have to be made to serve men, and not the men to serve the rules. Making an exception doesn't weaken a rule, but can make it more effective. And the fact that our captain asked a majority of two thirds of us, tells us how much more difficult it is to change a rule. Therefore I, and many like me, will vote for it." The captain, impassive, said, "Max can speak." "I am against it. Yes, I don't like the thought that we have to drag with us those two snotty boys only because Neil and Joe are horny for them and want to go on fucking them. I too, am horny, but not such that I carry my personal whore with me. If they really need a relief, they just have to fuck each other and stop pissing us off. Moreover, who can tell me that these two are not just infiltrators of the guerrillas to spy on us? Who can guarantee me that they aren't? No! Ask me to shoot a bullet in the heads of these two and I will not object. I'd do it at once. But don't ask me to become the wet nurse of the two little bitches of Joe and Neil. I, myself, would be disgusted! I know I am speaking in the name of you all." The captain saw that Neil was about to intervene - he had a flushed face and was trembling, therefore he intervened immediately, "No, Max. At this moment you aren't talking in the name of all of us but only of those who share your opinion. Never forget this. All your comrades are of age, all of them have a head on their shoulders and if they need to say something, they are able and can say it by themselves. They don't need you." "But I, captain, I represent..." Max rose up. "You don't represent anybody, nobody voted you! You represent only yourself. You asked to speak against it and nobody opposed. That's all. If you have nothing more to add, I give the word to Raoul." "I have still something to say, captain!" Max almost roared. "Then talk. And try not to be too long, we can't pass here all the day." "If you accept those two boys amongst us, you all will repent, and you will confront me. That's all." "Are you menacing your comrades, Max? And challenging my authority?" the captain asked icily and then, before the mercenary could answer, added, "If the two thirds would vote to accept the boys, I will decide that they can come with us. And you well know that if you try to oppose MY decisions, your life here is not worth even a fake penny... no more than that of Mallory. Anything not understood? Have I been clear?" Max shuddered, then said in a low voice, "Yes, captain, you've been clear." "Good. The word is to Raoul, then." The massive Swiss man stepped forward. "I speak for. For them? Yes, but not for these two snotty boys. I don't give a shit about them. Even though at times I contented myself with fucking a boy, I'm not really interested in them. But let's be honest - how many of you are skilled and glad to be busying himself with pots and pans?" Nobody spoke. "Well? None of you raises his hand? Eh, I was waiting for that, in fact when one of us is on kitchen duty, one eats what he does only to avoid starvation. You two boys, are you good at cooking?" "I had often been in service in the abbey kitchen..." Isidro said, somewhat scared. "And do you like to busy yourself with pots and pans, boy?" "Well, yes, I like it..." "Good. And now, how many of you enjoy having to wash his clothes and mess-tins and so on, and even to do it quite often, as our beloved captain is quite fussy about our personal hygiene?" Again nobody spoke. "And you, boys. Are you able to wash and darn clothes and to scrape and shine the mess-tins? And would you do it willingly?" "Of course, seor. Seor Neil can testify to it, and I think also seor Joe..." Augustin said. "Very good. Another point for you two. About guaranteeing that these two boys are not spies of the guerrillas... they didn't fall from nowhere, they were novices in that monastery, weren't they? You all saw them there, didn't you? And that one was the nurse of that ill friar, wasn't he? You, boy, how long did you work in the monastery infirmary?" "Almost five years, seor." Augustin answered. "Are you able to treat a wound? An infection? A fever?" "Yes, seor and many more common diseases. I am not a doctor, but I know I am a good nurse." "Good, a third point for them. But possibly as a guaranty that they are not spies, this isn't enough for some of you. I therefore ask you Neil, and you Joe, besides fucking them, will you always keep an eye on them and be responsible for them? In other words, if they were spies, would you accept and assume the full responsibility to shoot a bullet in their heads if and when the captain gives you this order?" "Of course." Neil laconically answered. "We assume their full responsibility." Joe readily added. "Also this point it seems settled. Anyway, each of us also will always keep an eye well open as we are used to doing whether there are two boys with us or not, am I right? So then, what fucking burden would it be if we take them with us? Let's be realistic, we would have all to gain and nothing to lose. This is why I and all who have some salt in their pate will vote for. And as we will accept the result of the vote and how we always accepted the captain's decisions, we all will accept the final decision about these two boys, whether we like it or not, and without complaining and without grumbling behind their backs." Raoul concluded. The captain at this point asked his men to vote, making them simply split in two groups - at his left who were favorable and at his right those who were against. Then, as these latter were the minority, he counted only those against - and they were only sixteen. "All right, the decision is been made. These two boys will come with us. And the conditions are the following ones - coming with us they will have exactly our same rights and duties. Amongst us there aren't members of an A class and of a B class. As we have one vacant position, they will get the pay that was Mallory's and will share it between them. In fact, I cannot give one more unforeseen salary. Their duties will be the kitchen, washing and darning our clothes, helping to mount and dismount the camps, the cleaning, and the caring of the ill or wounded men. "About their... extra activity, let's call it so, the same rule that is in force for you all will be good for them too - they will have sex freely, when and how they like and with whom they like and none of us can force them nor can they demand anything from us - exactly as it has always been amongst us. They will have to carry on their duties fast and well, as any of you have to, but they will not be the servants of anybody, as none of you are at the service of the others. "As they are on trial period, Neil and Joe, who wanted to assume the responsibility of the two boys, will answer directly to me about their behaviour and, together with the boys, they too, will pay for the consequences of the eventual misdeeds of the two boys. With this, the matter is settled. Departure is in five minutes." Isidro barely kept his joy in check, Augustin on the contrary was impassive; possibly the Spanish blood of the first one and the Indian blood of the latter in that moment were fully being shown. Each of the two boys went on the truck with the man who assumed their responsibility and the column of the mercenaries finally left the village. Augustin was sitting, straight and in silence, at the side of Neil, between the man and the truck bulkhead as the truck was going down the valley jolting and following the winding dirty road. Augustin was happy, though only a careful observer could detect his joy flickering in his deep dark eyes. The features of his face didn't let anything seep out. Neil however, had a satisfied expression - not only for having a boy at his total availability, but also because he heartedly hoped, against all hopes, to have a boy of the value of the young Indian former novice at his side. He turned towards the boy and said, "Do you know that I don't even know your family name?" "Urdaneta, seor. Augustin Urdaneta." "If you are now one of us... you have to stop calling me seor, did you understand?" "Of course, seor... Of course, Neil, I understood." "Good. And see that you toe the line now, and not muck me up..." "You know I will never do it... mucking you up. But as long as I am not used to your life, you will give me a hand, won't you?" In front of them was sitting Dough, one of those who voted for him. "We all will give you a hand, boy, as you are now one of us. We are not all fucking bastards like Max, you saw it. More than eighty of us voted for you, didn't we?" he told him in a reassuring tone. "I wouldn't like it if Neil had to pay for my mistakes..." Augustin said in a low voice, looking at Dough, then at Neil. "We are all behind each other, Augustin, and we all will try, or almost all of us will try, to help you to not do cock-ups." Dough reassured him. Then trying to assume a hard face, he added, "As well as we will punish you if, in spite of all, you go on doing wrong things." "I think it's fair..." the boy said assenting seriously. He then asked, "I don't yet know all your names... what are yours?" "Dough. Dough Hunter." "Hunter? Like one who goes hunting? Is it your real name?" the boy asked. "Well, this, for instance, is a question you never have to ask. If one of us tells us his name is Dick Malelove, you have to take that name as good, as it is the name recorded in the captain's laptop. No other name exists. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dough Hunter, I understand perfectly." the boy seriously assented. Then asked, "But is there really one amongst you called Dick Malelove?" The mercenaries who were sitting nearby, and who in spite of the engine noise heard that conversation, burst into loud laughter. Dough, shaking his head and smiling, said, "No, Augustin, mine was just an example... If there were really somebody amongst us with such a name, I think he would have been the first to desire to change it!" For some time nobody talked any more. The sun that was setting at the back of the mercenaries column flooded the inside of the truck entering through the open tarpaulin sheet, so that the black hair of the former novice was shining as if it were of pure gold. Neil turned to look at his boy and was hit once again by his incredible beauty. He didn't hope for it, he was almost certain that the captain would answer with a sharp no, therefore he was now twice happy for the resolution that all the matter took which allowed him to have Augustin with him. He was feeling a really strong desire to hug him, to hold him against his body, or even just to touch him, even if just to brush his skin with his fingertips, but he knew that it would not be fair to be showing such affections in front of his comrades, therefore he held back. Then Augustin turned towards him and said, "The first time we stop, I will take off this frock. It will be better then, won't it?" "I think so. But you will keep it as it is a good cloth and can be useful... and you can also wear it again if you really have to go to a village to scout for us. A little friar more easily earns the trust and confidence of the people, especially in the small villages." Neil answered him. "Yes, that's right. But if I really am one of you now... I would like to have a combat-dress like yours." "We will manage to find one for you too, don't worry." "Thank you." the boy said. "You will see, everything will go well." Neil added. "Yes, I know, everything will go well." the boy gravely assented. "How old are you, Augustin?" Dough asked, bending towards him. "Seventeen. Eighteen next month." "So you come of age." "Here we come of age at sixteen." "Possibly because the sun of the tropics made you ripen earlier..." Dough observed. "Poverty and hard life make us ripen even more than the sun of the tropics." the boy corrected him in a gentle tone. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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