Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2020 17:50:10 -0400
From: Derek Ross <48deekross@gmail.com>
Subject: Tale of Imber - Chapter 2

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having sex with men, then this story isn't for you. If you are not old
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This story will also contain elements of raunch, including piss play,
farting, and general gross guy stuff. This story won't contain any scat,
though there will be mentions of shitting, etc. If these aren't your thing,
proceed at your own risk.


This chapter is a bit more exposition/character introduction, so be
prepared for that. There will be more sex in the next couple chapters, for
sure.


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The Brothers


Sunlight filtered in through the window, warming the sparse, wood-bare
room. Having the highest room in the complex came with plenty of downsides
- most stairs to climb at night, farthest walk to bathe, farthest walk to
empty the shit pot, etc. One of the only upsides was the access to
light. All of the other huts were well below the canopy, where light could
not penetrate. This room, though, set right in the center of the limbs,
always had a nice glow, even when the summer leaves filled in. During the
winter, there were no leaves blocking the sun's rays, and they heated the
otherwise chilly space.

Lyre lay on the bed, basking in the morning light. Despite the mild chill
that persisted, he'd kicked the blanket off earlier. It served its purpose
well at night but was little more than a distraction in the
morning. Stroking his cock was much more pressing.

It had become a morning routine for the dark-haired youth. Wake up with the
sun. Stretch and contemplate the day. Release the seed of the previous 24
hours. Clean up and find his way to breakfast. It was simple, and Lyre
appreciated that he could repeat it each and every day without fail.

Except for, of course, the days on which he did fail.

This was one of those days. He was right in the middle of the stroking,
really starting to hit the stride of his play time, when the door to his
room burst open. No knock. No sound of heavy heels on the stairs leading to
his room. No call of his name from outside. No warning at all.

"Hey Lyre-"

"SHIT!" Lyre yelled, quickly becoming a flurry of arms and legs as he tried
to conceal his stiff, glistening prick from whomever was entering the
room. The kicking and jolting made it hard to grab onto the blanket, but he
did finally manage to pull it up over himself. Looking over, he realized it
had all been (basically) for naught.

In the doorway stood Kipp, wearing the smile of someone who just found
exactly what he was looking for.

"Looks like someone is up this morning."

"Ahhh, fuck off Kipp." Lyre groaned, falling back against his pillow, eyes
closing in frustration.

Kipp stepped forward, pushing the door shut behind him. He eyed Lyre
hungrily, his eyes focusing on the mound formed by Lyre's erection.

"Looks like you'd rather I do something else, Lyre." He sat down on the
bed, hand rubbing the muscled stomach before him.

"Yeah, I'd rather you leave me be." Lyre reached out to grab the boy's
hand, removing it from his stomach. Kipp looked back at him, eyes wide and
pleading. It was obvious he'd hope to find Lyre in this exact position. How
could anyone turn away a helping hand when they were already in the throes
of pleasure?

"But," he reached out with his other hand and grabbed Lyre's cock through
the covers, his grasp firm, "don't you need someone to help?"

Lyre tried to respond, but found that his body was faster than his
mouth. His hips rose as soon as Kipp grabbed him, forcing his cock up
through the young man's grasp. He could maybe play that off, but it would
be much more difficult to brush away the groan that escaped his lips.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." Kipp smiled, looking down at him. "Let
me help you, brother."

Those words. That word specifically. Brother.

It sent a shock to Lyre's system, causing him to bolt upright. The sudden
movement of his body forced Kipp's hand away, much to the younger boy's
disappointment.

"Godsdamnit Kipp!" Lyre yelled. His eyes caught Kipp's, only to see a large
pair of doe eyes looking back at him. "Don't give me that, kid." His voice
had dropped back to a normal level but had lost none of its seriousness.

"Not sure what you're talking about, Lyre." Kipp sounded softer than
normal. He was really working to lay on the innocence. He reached yet again
for Lyre's cock, which, at this point, was shrinking.

Lyre grabbed his arm before he was able to make contact.

"I'm done, Kipp. No more this morning." He looked into the younger man's
face, furrowing his brow and trying hard to convey his seriousness. Kipp
simply stared back, trying as hard as he might to keep his eyes large and
glistening.

Lyre, sensing the uselessness in trying to run him off, sighed.

"What are you up here for, anyway? Just here to annoy me this morning?"

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Kipp giggled. "Milton wants you in the main hall as
soon as possible. He sent me up here from breakfast." He paused, looking
down again at the bulge created by Lyre's crotch. "He told me I might find
you in a `compromising position.'" He used air quotes to accentuate
this. "He obviously didn't need to say anything else."

"Yeah, I bet he didn't." Lyre breathed heavily, again laying his head back
and closing his eyes. He almost immediately snapped back up, though, as he
felt a hand running up his thigh. "Godsdamnit, Kipp, lay off. I've got
places to be apparently."

"But Lyre... can't we have a bit of fun before you go? I don't know what
Milton has for you, but he sounded serious."

"No, not this morning, Kipp." Lyre racked his brain. Anything to get this
kid to go away, at least for now. "If Milton is asking for me, I need to go
quickly." Pushing the blanket aside, he stood up. His cock had deflated
enough that it didn't even stand out from his body, just lightly bounced
over his balls.

"Damn. I was hoping you'd want to." Dejected, downtrodden, defeated. Any of
these words could have accurately described Kipp as he stood and walked
toward the door of Lyre's room. "I'll see you around, then." The words were
barely a mumble.

Lyre watched him go, only registering his sadness as he turned to close the
door. In an instant, the look on Kipp's face transported him back to a time
he'd never forget.


~ He'd heard the sound as he passed a mid-level room. It sounded like
sobbing. Granted, it had been a long time since Lyre heard that particular
sound, but he was pretty sure he'd heard it. Now just to figure out which
room it had come from...

The sound could have escaped any of them; they all had open windows. In the
middle of summer, it was the only way to vent the hot, sticky air from the
rooms.

But which room had someone in it? Most, if not all of them, should have
been empty. It was the middle of the day, so most of Milton's students
would be out practicing or on assignment. Luckily, Lyre's assignment for
the day had been easy, so he'd had time to make it back for a nap.

It did not take much looking to find the source of the sound. Each level of
the complex was only made up of ten or so rooms, and he'd found what he was
looking for in the 5th room he'd peeked into.

It was a young boy, sat directly on the floor of the room, facing a bowl of
water, and sobbing. It was a true sob, too. Only the hand across his mouth
prevented the sound from leaking out. A steady line of tears streamed down
his cheeks, over his hand, then dripped from his chin. His shoulders shook
with each muffled cry.

Not knowing what else to do, Lyre rushed into the room and knelt beside the
boy, whom he did not know from the wilderness.

"Hey, shhhhhh, shhhhh, shhhhh," he said as he rubbed the boy's shoulder. He
couldn't think of anything else to do or say in the moment. It wasn't like
he was going to be able to find the boy's parents. "It's okay. Whatever it
is, it's okay."

He remained there, rubbing the boy's shoulders, softly offering bits of
hope. Surely, someone would eventually come along and help him. This wasn't
his forte; he didn't know how to care for a kid.

After what seemed like an eternity to Lyre, the boy at his feet sniffed
loudly. A pair of large, brown eyes looked up at him, the whites red from
crying for so long. Light from the opened window drew attention to the
wetted lines running down his cheeks and the moistened inner corners of his
eyes. Without thinking, Lyre reached up and wiped, clearing the lines with
his hands.

"Whatever it is, it is okay." Lyre said, trying hard to smile and hold the
boy's stare. The boy looked at him, sniffled, then looked down at the bowl
of water.

"It's NOT okay. I can't do it." The boy basically shouted the word "not."
He followed up with another sniff, threatening to burst back into
tears. Lyre jumped, working quickly to say anything he could to prevent the
kid from continuing to cry.

"No, no, I promise it's okay. Whatever you are trying to do, I'm sure it
just takes practice!" He looked from the boy to the bowl of water. "How
about this? How about you tell me what you are trying to do, and I'll see
if I can help?"

The boy looked at him, eyes still wide. Even though Lyre's hand was on the
boy's shoulder, rubbing softly, the boy still eyed him with suspicion.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself," Lyre began, "My name is
Lyre. I have been here for a while, and Milton has taught me a lot of what
he knows." The boy continued looking at him but didn't respond. "You know
Milton, right?" The boy did acknowledge this, nodding his head rapidly.

"Of course he knows Milton," Lyre thought, "he wouldn't be up here if he
didn't."

"Is Milton the one who asked you to do... whatever it is you're trying to
do?

Again, the boy nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lyre.

"Does it have to do with the bowl of water?"

Another nod.

"Okay, I understand. You know, Milton asks everyone to do something when
they first get here. Hell, he asked me to turn a feather into a piece of
silk. He does it based on what he expects of you, and, between you and
me...?" Lyre leaned in, lowered his voice, and raised an eyebrow,
indicating the information to be a secret. The boy, understanding the body
language, nodded his head vigorously. "He doesn't ever give you anything
you can't do. That's what I have learned."

Lyre leaned back, hoping he'd spun enough of a little tail that the boy
would buy in. Of course Milton didn't give a task he didn't expect to be
completed. He didn't take in anyone who couldn't do the basics. But the
young boys never knew that, and Lyre knew very well what that felt like.

The boy sniffed again, looking up at him but revealing no more regarding
the task at hand.

"If Milton asked you to do something," Lyre turned to the bowl of water,
"then I know you can do it. How about letting me help though? I've been
here a while. I bet I know a trick or two." He winked at the kid before
him, who turned back to the bowl of water and stared.

It took a moment of silence, but the boy finally spoke.

"He wants me to make it ice."

"Oh!" Lyre practically screamed. "I know for a fact you can do that. Water
into ice is an easy one!" He shifted his body to look at the bowl of water,
then held out both hands.

"Here, hold out both hands like me. Now, open your palms. No, no, do it
like this, face your fingers up." Lyre took the smaller hands in his and
flipped them around, facing the fingers toward the sky. "Here, like this."

The boy simply looked at him and nodded.

"Hey," Lyre lowered his hands, "I don't even know your name. What is it?"

"Kipp." The boy responded, his hands not moving from the position Lyre had
placed them in.

"Okay, cool. Alright Kipp," Lyre raised his hands again, "let me walk you
through how to turn this water into ice. It really isn't hard once you have
the hang of it."

Kipp turned toward the bowl and nodded his head.

"Let me do it first. Just watch what I do and listen to what I say, okay?"
Lyre waited for a nod before continuing. "Focus all the energy you have
into your hands. Just put everything you've got out there. It's going to
feel like you're dying a little bit everywhere else - that's okay, it
should feel that way. You are stealing all of your energy from the rest of
your body and moving it to your hands. Don't worry - it spreads back out
after you finish concentrating. I'm going to do it now, watch my hands
closely."

Within a couple seconds, Lyre's hands started to glow with a soft purple
light. Even in the faint sunlight, Kipp could see it. He recoiled but
didn't run away.

"Once all that energy is in your hands, all you have to do is -" Lyre
quickly snapped his hands shut, forcing his fingers down to form a
fist. Nearly as soon as he did, ice trickled from the edges of the bowl,
moving inward and quickly overtaking all of the water.

Kipp stared, wide-eyed.

"It just takes some practice," Lyre breathed, "I know you can do it."

"How old are you?" Kipp responded without looking away from the bowl. It
was a question that caught the older boy off guard. Not that he minded
responding, but he had expected something more along the lines of "how did
you do that? or "can you show me again?"

"I'm 16." Lyre paused. "What about you, Kipp? How old are you?"

"11." The boy responded without pausing.

The two sat there in silence for another moment, each seemingly lost in his
own thoughts.

"Can you turn it back into water for me?" Kipp finally asked, not looking
up from the water.

"Oh. Sure." Lyre barely reached forward, flicking his fingers and turning
the ice back into liquid water. "Let's see you do it, kid."

Kipp spent the next two hours working diligently. He would reach,
concentrate, then grab at the air, closing his fingers into a tight
fist. To begin with, he'd done nothing more than frustrate himself. Slowly,
though, the water in the bowl had begun to ripple each time Kipp slammed
his fingers closed. Lyre leaned back against the bed and watched, having
given all the advice he could provide.

"Holy shit!" Kipp finally cried. He'd done it. He'd effectively frozen the
water in the bowl. It had not happened immediately, but it had happened. He
turned to Lyre. "I did it!" He yelled.

"You did." Lyre laughed. "See, I told you you could do it. Milton never
gives tasks that can't be completed." He got up and moved toward the
door. "I'm happy for you. I'll see you around, Kipp."

"Hey, Lyre!" Kipp yelled. Lyre turned back and stared.

"What?"

Kipp ran over and threw his arms around the older boy. "Thanks,
Lyre. You're the older brother I never had."


~ "Kipp!" Lyre called, standing at the opening to his simple
wardrobe. "Hold on."

Kipp stuck his head back in the room, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Milton won't send me off today, I'm sure of it. He never sends people off
same day. How about you come back over tonight? We can... have some fun?"

Kipp's face immediately showed his excitement. "Yeah! I'll be back over
tonight. I'll come around dark." And with that, he was gone. Lyre could
hear his heavy footsteps hitting the stairs on the way down.

"Of course he hid the sound on the way up," Lyre thought as he fell back
onto his bed. Five years later, and Kipp was still a needy kid. The only
difference was that, now, Kipp's neediness took on a sexual tone. No matter
how horny Lyre was, though, he couldn't bring himself to defile the 11 year
old he'd found. At least, not in the way that Kipp wanted.

Sure, they could masturbate together. That's where Kipp had gotten all of
the crazy ideas. And yes, Kipp had finally worn him down enough to suck his
cock (more than once). Lyre had to admit, the mousy-haired boy was good at
it, too. Even on his first attempt, he'd done a better job than anyone Lyre
had been with before. He couldn't quite get Lyre's entire cock down, but he
worked hard. After that first time, Lyre couldn't justify turning him down
for it again. He'd have to let the boy do it whenever he wanted (or Kipp
would pester him to death).

But Lyre could not bring himself to sully the boy beyond that. When Kipp
had found out Lyre had fucked some of the other students, he immediately
wanted to try it. He'd brought it up time and again, but Lyre turned him
down every time. It just felt... dirty. He'd managed to get over putting
his cock in Kipp's mouth, but he just couldn't imagine fucking him in the
same way he'd fucked some of the other guys. He knew he'd be too rough, too
hard. Because of that day five years earlier, Kipp was special, and Lyre
wanted to keep him that way as long as possible.


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