Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2018 20:10:53 +0000 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Boys Guild Chapter 10, Gay, SciFi/Fantasy, Adult Youth, Prolific Authors Chapter Ten 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 boys tumbled off the wagon almost like chaff blown upon the wind. Stairstep lads from a gangly brush mop probably around 14 birthmoons down to a gap toothed Wildling that couldn't have been six birthmoons yet. All straw headed, freckled and thin as a hard scrapple life if not demanded then at least strongly encouraged with hard work, little excess and not a hint of luxury. In fact the Miller was certain that the trip to the mill with the grain was the greatest luxury these lads ever saw. Here they were allowed a piece of some strange fruit and a rollicking bath in the mill pond. In fact the older boys who'd been here other times with their pa were already shedding clothes and racing for the water. The newest little Wildling was no shrinking violet hiding behind pa's dungarees. He was right among the feet and legs of the oldest boys already naked and pushing and shoving his way to the front even if he didn't know exactly where they were headed. Wasn't actually hard to ascertain, the thundering of the water across the cataract and the smell and coolness of the perpetual spray pretty well called it's Pied Piper song of swimming straight ahead. The Miller laughed to see the six shirts and five pairs of pants spread along the drive and then the path. He wondered if one of the boys had forgotten to doff his pants and would dive right in and then smiled to realize the Wildling had only had a shirt to shed. Probably much easier for life's necessities he grinned. As the farmer helped the Miller rig up the ropes that would lift and weigh the entire wagon he was advising the Miller that it was a stroke of good planning that had the river and pond so close or they'd have never gotten all them young'uns away from the wagon long enough to get a good weight. He hoped they'd stay occupied long enough to get a good tare. While the Miller finished the weight and then proceeded to do the moisture and chaff check on the grain the farmer stalked up the path and gathered the discarded clothing as he went. Arriving at the pool the farmer fished a small cake of soup out of his own dungarees pocket and called out, "Micah! You be scrubbing up them scamps real good now what with this here natural clean water. Dusty, you and Sprou get that there soap next and beat these here togs on some rocks. Your Momma'll be real happy to see clean boys and clean togs when we get home." "Pa? What we gonna wear while we talk with the Miller and on the way home? There'll all be wet and cold!" the second biggest whined. "You'll go like nature made ya. Good `nuff for the bears and animals and such, good `nuff for farmers too sometimes," Micah, the oldest, called back from where he was either washing or trying to drown the Wildling who didn't seem too interested in the soap but was enjoying the water. The farmer left them to their play and returned and helped the miller at the strange contraption which replaced the horse team and held the wagon as it was tipped up backwards and the grain was dumped almost magically into a kind of pit. He watched with interest as the wagon was set back down and the miller changed over some great levers and suddenly the grain seemed to be sucked up out of the pit and could be heard rattling up a large pipe and into the upper reaches of the mill. A middle boy had come up and was watching and listening to the rattling pipe. "Pa, I know things fall and that's clever to get the wagon tilted and let the grain fall out, but how does the Miller get it to go upwards in that pipe?" "Sprou, it's Mill Magic I'm a guessing. Ain't never seen nothing like it nowhere's else," the farmer put an arm around the lad. "No magic," the Miller laughed. "Just applied mechanics and an Archimedes screw. Clever Greeks had some great thinkers," he ruffled the lads unruly mop of hair. "Come lad, I'll show you an interesting book while we get some treats out for the others." After climbing the stairs to the Miller's patio overlooking the river and forest the boy was equally amazed at the view and the tiny drawings and scribbled writings on the pages of the great tome. "I scratch some pictures in the dirt and on some tree back sometimes, I've never seen them marked down were you could look at them later. What's all this scribbling? Looks like snails slimed past and left some marks?" "That's the mathematics and explanations. Some's in Greek and some in Latin, so it's not real easy to make out," the Miller said while unbunching some bananas and quartering some apples. "Don't get him started," the farmer guffawed. "He's always coming up with some contraption to make things easier. Spends more time avoiding work than the working would take in the first place, but some's of his ideas are helpful." "We should see about getting him in the school and letting those ideas flow," the Miller replied. "No time for such foolishness, crop's in and now we got to plow again and be ready for next planting." The other boys came tumbling in about then and the Miller was quite entertained by the antics of poking and prodding and grab assing among the boys. The Wildling had grabbed a banana and was now between Micah's knees where he was making comparisons of the banana and the pole he'd managed to coax into attention there. Soon he was taking a lick of one and then the other and the other boys were encouraging him to do a thorough job. After the tyke had taken a pretty big bite of the banana Micah grabbed him by the ears and forced him to look up. "No teeth! You know I'll tan your hide if you bite me." The tyke nodded his understanding and switched to the flesh stalk and began a serious nodding slurping attack. Micah's legs fell more open and his head dropped back as he groaned in pleasure. The little boy's hands weren't still and he was kneading the two egg sized nuts so close to the pole and as he gave a tug Micah's hips thrust forward and he grunted and fresh made sperm was spewing out between lips and cock because the Wildling couldn't keep so much of everything in his mouth at once. In fact he pulled off the fountain and the last two squirts were coating his nose, eyes and cheeks as he was laughing and pumping his fist up and down the spigot. Without a pause he turned to the next oldest and repeated the suctioning without the benefit of the banana. The Miller watching his face become an ever increasing mess of sperm and saliva as he moved from brother to brother until he had moved to the non sperming, but grunting and squealing younger ones. Finally the farmer picked the Wildling up like he was a sack of grain and tossed him over a shoulder. "Micah, you and your brothers do like we talked now. I'll get this one cleaned up again, then you get the horses hitched back up and we'll head back home." He turned to the Miller, "Stable loft's a pretty sticky place now with so many randy bucks." Micah gave Sprou a look and the boy ran from the room and out to the wagon and was back with a small purse. "Sir, Pa comes and tells us a bednite story some and says they come from you and some place called the Archive. We saved up these here pennies so's maybe you can give them to the man what runs it. We like them stories and they give us new ideas of how to keep that little one busy. He loves him some boy juice and we want to get some new story ideas. Can you give this to that man?" The Miller took the purse and weighed it with his hands, there were probably five pennies in it, a fortune for lads like this. "Yes boys, that's a real thoughtful thing. I'll send it right to the donate address and I already gave your Pa some new stories, so I'm sure you'll have lots of new ideas. Everyone should follow your example and visit http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to keep the stories cuming." Chapter 10 - When is an Aerie a Den As they squeezed out the small opening and onto the platform the full force of the roar of the cataract and the creaking of the giant mill wheel hit them. The air was chilled by the spray of the waterfall spume. There were little rainbows and small billows of water droplets moved on the breeze and through the sunshine. Tomas saw that the wall of the mill was actually green with the growth of moss and small plants. The platform and the wheel seemed to be free of that, perhaps because the sun shone much more strongly on them. Mig watched the wheel move as the water fell and drove it but he seemed far more fascinated with the rushing waters in the flume and the vast amount shooting over the rock ledge. When Kalpak stepped off the platform and onto the weak looking lumber of the flume Zekial tensed but Mig immediately followed. Kalpak looked up at Tomas with an Are-You-Coming-Look, but Tomas quickly made signs to tell him that he and Zekial would run around the land side. Kalpak waved and began a skipping game from one side of the flume across the torrent to the other side as he led Mig along the side of the mill and then over the open roiling waters of the plunge pool and toward the cataract. Zekial shuddered and happily turned and followed Tomas back through the opening and through the mill and racing up the small path to the top mill pond. As they neared the top they could see Mig and Kalpak already splashing in the swimming hole and it was all Tomas could do to rip his new clothes off fast enough to jump in and splash with them. Zekial was close behind. Tomas noticed this time that Kalpak was very much like the littlest boys who crawled into his sleeping shelf for warmth and affection. His lance was very small and his two small stones were held up so close to either side of the lance that maybe there wasn't a purse that held them. Mig's lance was still lodged in its sheath and the chill of the water kept his own and Zekial's retracted tightly against their bodies. The boys splashed and played and the sun warmed them and the waters chilled them and generally they had a wonderful time. Then Kalpak made some motions to Mig and soon they were standing above the top of the flume and then Kalpak dropped himself in feet first. Tomas was astounded to see him hurtle away down the flume riding the fast current. He could see the brown head of hair occasionally as it flew down the flume bumping up against the sides and spinning around. He grasped himself as goosebumps shot across his back and chest as the tiny head dumped out into the wooden pen before it fell onto the mill wheel. He shivered that Kalpak would be smashed to bits or squeezed between the wheel and the mill. He needn't have worried. Suddenly standing above the final fall where the water jumped to the wheel there was Kalpak jumping and waving and gesturing at the fun he had just experienced. Suddenly Mig was standing and jumping and waving with him. Tomas looked at Zekial and they shook their heads in wonder. There was no way they were going to try that. They looked back at the two celebrating boys and couldn't find them. Then some movement caught Tomas' eye and he promptly sat right down he was so stunned. There was Mig on one side and Kalpak on the other and they were jumping from bucket up to bucket on the mill wheel as the water pushed the buckets downward. They were actually climbing the mill wheel while it was spinning towards them. They were even making progress towards getting to the top! If they slipped there would be nothing but squashed bones and torn flesh everywhere as the wheel passed between the timbers of its supporting frame. Tomas couldn't watch any more. He turned and hugged himself it was so scary to see what they were doing. Tomas couldn't not watch any more. He turned a bit and peeked over his own shoulder to see if they had died yet. They were not there. Instead they were racing up the sides of the flume, Tomas watched in horror as the entire escapade was repeated, this time with Mig leading and Kalpak following right behind. Two more runs down the flume and the boys raced back up and were joining Tomas and Zekial in the still pool. Mig was laughing and shaking the water from his spiky hair and telling Tomas what a great time this was and when was he going to ride the flume, there was nothing to be scared of, hadn't he seen them do it time and time again? Tomas answered that he had also seen Cobar climb right into the hot ovens time and time again, but that he was not about to try something just because he had seen it done. As both Mig and Kalpak got their breath back there began a little splash fight in the swimming pool and Tomas remembered his close call with death last time and kept close to the shore. Sure enough, Kalpak had maneuvered Zekial nearer the river's flow and arranged for one leg to poke out and be grabbed and Zekial was spun towards the falls with a screech and a scream. Kalpak had him well anchored though and soon Zekial was panting and blowing as he sat half on the shore, half in the pool contemplating the death he had escaped. Mig however was in serious discussion with Kalpak and from Kalpak's signs and where they were looking and pointing Tomas feared they had completely lost their minds. He was right of course. Both boys were racing up the shore side of the river and disappearing around a small bend. Zekial and Tomas could only look at each other in suspense. And then a shout and cry like an eagle makes drew their attention out across the river. There, like ants on a log, came Mig and Kalpak each riding a piece of driftwood and right out in the middle of the river's flow. Tomas tensed with real fear this time. Even the strongest swimmer would have trouble making it to either shore before they reached the falls. And it looked like that was the last thing on Mig or Kalpak's mind. They were kneeling on their pieces of driftwood and Kalpak was making signs to Mig and Mig was nodding his head and watching Kalpac closely. Then Kalpak reached his hands down on either side of his wood and began paddling not toward the shore, but toward the center of the falls! His wood was quickly pulling away from Mig and as it raced faster and faster towards the edge to his horror Tomas knew Kalpak was going to go right over. That seemed to be the whole point. Tomas looked at Mig who was paddling too, not as hard, but enough to keep him aiming straight ahead. Tomas could do nothing except watch as Kalpak swiftly approach the roar of his doom. The piece of wood was fairly flying down the raging torrent of the center of the river. The front edge tipped over the cataract. Kalpak threw his arms up and forward and sprang from his toes. He looked like the sailors Tomas had seen diving off their ships in the bay, except he was flying up, the wood was tipping down. Then Kalpak was flying through air, the spray behind him, the spume beneath him, Tomas could swear a bird was right beside him. His body arched out with his hands stretched straight beyond his shoulders, his feet pointed back at where he had been standing. He seemed to float forward with his body gradually turning. Suddenly the graceful flying seemed more like a mad and crazy dash straight down. His hands came together and he sliced into the cloud of spray and was lost to sight. Tomas quickly looked back to the cataract and saw Mig fast approaching the same spot. In almost perfect imitation of what he could have barely seen Mig sprang forward and up in his own reach for the sun. Just as inexorably he too tipped forward and began the mad dash to destruction. Tomas and Zekial shivered and hugged each other tightly. They were done with swimming, sitting in silence on a rock they let the sun dry them and then dressed again. Neither could summon the strength to pickup Mig and Kalpak's discarded clothing. They walked hand in hand somberly back towards the mill door. What would they tell the Miller and the Wizard? Their friends were obviously so distraught at losing their way home they had banded together to put an end to sorrow? As Tomas started to walk up to where the Miller and the Wizard were still in conversation a streak of light caught his eye and he saw the back door over the wheel platform open. He couldn't see much, but he could see that definitely two figures had entered the mill and were even now crawling and scrambling their way across the machinery and rafters. Suddenly from the light of the upstream window wall Tomas could see it was Mig and Kalpak, naked, hale and hearty and racing for the mill's front door. All he heard as they streaked by was Mig shrieking, "MORE! AGAIN! Let's do it again!" Tomas looked at Zekial and the two of them grinned at each other and then raced for the back door. This time they would watch from the waterfall side and see how death had been cheated. As they stood on the platform looking out at the cataract and the frothing pool beneath it the sun had moved on and it was a bit chilly. Tomas was glad he had put on his new breeches and shirt. They were softly warm. It was a little boring just watching the cataracts edge, they couldn't see along the upstream river from this lower position. Tomas tried to make out how the boys had gotten back up the side of the mill to come in this door. There must be a ladder directly beneath him that he couldn't see. Then a shout from Zekial had Tomas looking up in time to see Mig and Kalpak, hand in hand shoot off the edge of the cascade and as they let go of each other begin the beautiful reach to the sky which turned to arrowing toward the ground. Of course it wasn't the ground, it was the waters of the catchment pool and as each boy sliced into the surface Tomas wondered that they didn't get sucked back into the roiling plunging water. That would be bad, he saw the wood they had been riding pulled back and ducked under time and time again. It seemed like it would be pulverized before it broke free. The boys came up a little farther downstream from where they entered the water and Tomas could see they were swimming like mad to be sure they weren't pulled back. It just took moments, but it seemed like an hour before they were crawling up on the downstream shore. Rolling and laughing around on the rocks Mig looked up at Zekial's shrill whistle and waved to the watchers. With a shared look at each other Mig and Kalpak were up and racing along the river's edge toward the mill. Tomas lost sight of them beneath him and assumed they were climbing the ladder when a sudden shouting and screeching drew his attention to Mig standing on a rising bucket of the mill wheel with Kalpak in the bucket just below him. Both were waving and laughing like lords riding in their private carriage on the way to a ball. As the wheel came over the top and around they jumped nimbly from the bucket to the flume and were soon standing with Zekial and Tomas surveying the all that they could claim they had mastered. As they scrambled back through the mill Kalpak indicated that they should stay, he would run and get their clothes. The Miller seemed to know what had been happening, he was laughing with the Wizard about monkeys and flying fish. Now Tomas had to add fish that could fly to the things he needed to see for himself, maybe Zekial knew where they could find a monkey. As Mig pulled on his new green shirt the Miller made a motion upwards to Kalpak and nodding yes the boy ran off toward the downstream side of the mill. The Miller led the Wizard and the boys and soon they were climbing a stairway that went around a huge slowly spinning shaft and some sort of fabric chute. They climbed at least twice clear around and then the Miller led them through a doorway and into a large apartment. Along the outside there was another platform completely surrounding it. One side was closed in and Tomas could see many large sacks of flour like the Master Baker had taken back to the town. The sunny side of the platform had a table and chairs and Kalpak was setting it with drinks and fruits and nuts. They all sat down and as Kalpak began cracking open nuts, Mig started pitting fruit. Soon everyone was enjoying the view, the breeze, the sun and the company of friends. "Kalpak, take Mig upstairs to your aerie and show him where he will be staying before you are too sticky to be able to leave the table," the Miller laughed. Kalpak's eyes lit up as he realized Mig was staying. Staying in his aerie no less! Grabbing Mig with one hand and Tomas with the other he started for the stairs again. Tomas just managed to grab Zekial so he would come along too. Scrambling up a more narrow flight of stairs the boys went another two times around and suddenly burst into a smallish room with windows all around and a full view of up and down stream, out into the woods and even across the river into the unknown. In the middle of the room was a soft sleeping shelf like in the Wizard's tower and a pile of what Tomas now knew to call blankets and comforters. Mig dove right in and Kalpak was close behind. "Don't tickle him! It looks like a den to me even if it is above the ground like a nest," Tomas giggled. Mig poked his head up out of the blankets and his tongue out of his mouth at Tomas and then dove back and disappeared in a mass of wiggling covers. Zekial called Tomas over to the windows, "Look, you can see to the town! See, there is the place the women launder and on the hillside you can see the castle towers. It is the opposite side from the Wizards tower, but what a view!" Tomas took Zekial's hand and pulled it around his shoulder. He melted into Zekial and the two stood staring out as birds flew, the far off castle flags waved and the river flowed past the town. Then Mig was pulling them all back down the stairs and once again they were attacking the fruit and nuts. "I missed fruit the most. Some of the sailors are losing their teeth and getting sick, but they wouldn't stop even when I saw some fruit trees on an island," Mig said. "Superstitious nonsense kills more people than war sometimes," the Wizard remarked. "Well, we have lots of fruit from spring through autumn here. Boy here, I mean Kalpak," the Miller tousled his hair, "has talked the trees into making more nuts than we can possibly eat. So help yourself! I think you'll like it here Mig, if you want to stay that is." "Yes sir, this will be a happy place until we can figure out how to get me and Kalpak home again," Mig answered. "Good," the Wizard said. "It is settled then, now Zekial and Tomas will visit, but they have things to do in town. As you can see from Kalpak's aerie one of the things that is done here is there are eyes that look farther upriver and across to watch for approaching danger. They will know to let you know if someone approaches. As much as you will be at home here you are still mightily green and word of your appearance would not be healthy." "My apprentice is away for some weeks delivering a convoy of flour, he will keep the secret when he returns. Now if you want more than fruit and nuts there is ale, small beer, bread and cheese. I think the Wizard and I will have some ale," he looked a question at the Wizard and received an affirmative response. They all settled in to a late lunch and idle conversation. Soon the boys disappeared up to the aerie.