James Stuart
the Erotic Historian

Monastery Tales

Chapter 7
Adventures in Milan

"Hello, where's Juan?" the monk asked.

"I'm sorry Brother, he is ill and has to stay in bed, I have come to take his place."

"Oh, let's hope he'll be all right. Can you read Latin?"

"Yes."

"Well you'll just have to do then, come along." Leo knew that no one else would be up at this time, so the monk did not have the opportunity to ask anyone to corroborate the new boy's story.

Garibald led the Leo into the stables, where they both hitched up one of the mules to the cart they would be taking. That achieved, the man took the driving seat and Leo sat along side him. The monk drove the animal at a good speed, and soon they were off, leaving the monastery behind them. It occurred to the boy that this was the first time he had left the place since he had joined the abbey all that time ago. That seemed an age now, so much had happened to him since his arrival.

Leo knew the journey would take about three hours, and for the first part of it the two sat in silence, with the steady clatter of the cart's wooden wheels against the rough road the only sound to be heard. It seemed that Brother Garibald was not too talkative, but Leo decided to see if he could learn anything of interest.

"Brother, do you know who will succeed the abbot as the Bishop of Milan?"

"Why do you want to know that?" the man replied.

This was just typical of an adult, Leo thought. Whenever a child asked a question, they always had to know why.

"Err, well, I just wondered, that's all."

"Well it's not something that you need worry about, let your betters handle matters like that. As it happens, I do not know, though maybe it hasn't been decided yet."

Leo decided not to ask any more questions, he didn't want to arouse the grumpy man's suspicions. So the pair fell back into silence, and so it remained for the remainder of the journey.

When he was beginning to wonder if the long voyage would never end, Leo finally could see the outskirts of the city in the distance. Some 20 minutes later they were riding through the sprawl of buildings that lay outside the walls of the overflowing city. These were mostly poor quality slums, some of the houses being little more than small wooden huts. Leo watched the inhabitants as they went about their wretched lives. Most of the children were barefoot, their clothes little more than dirty rags. For some of the very young children it appeared that their parents could not even afford these, and so they ran around naked.

After the cart had made its way through this squalor, they reached the entrance of the city proper. Here was a mighty looking gate tower, with the high city walls running off to either side. It was guarded by a handful of colourfully dressed guards, but seeing that the occupants of the approaching cart were holy men, they promptly waved them on, and so they passed through the gate. The city inside was very different to the slums that surrounded it. Here the buildings were of a much higher quality, and were crammed close together so that only thin narrow streets led off the main road. The city was bustling with life, with people milling around all over, with many stalls selling food, clothing, or other goods needed by city folk. To Leo's surprise he noticed that people dressed in fine clothing mixed with those that were just lowly paupers. Back at his home the country gentry never associated with the lower folk, except when telling them what to do. Leo also saw that Milan appeared to have a large number of beggars, street entertainers, and others scrounging for a living. Little doubt there were also a few thieves amongst the crowd, looking for a hapless victim.

Brother Garibald ignored the street traders and headed for one of the larger merchants that the monastery did business with. They were greeted by a large friendly man, who soon had his staff running around fetching the things the monk ordered as Leo read them off the list. With this done, they were soon off to another place for some different things, and this is how the day ran on. They had a bite to eat from one of the street stalls, and by mid afternoon had a cart full of stuff, having successfully got everything on the list. Brother Garibald then drove back through the streets until they reached a large tavern with had a secure stable where the cart could be locked up. After doing this, and seeing to the mule, they entered the tavern where the monk reserved two rooms for them.

"Now then boy, I have some other important business to attend to, and I will not return till very late. Here is some money to purchase a meal at the tavern, and my advice is that you stay here till morning. Don't wait up for me."

That said he turned and left the boy alone. Leo knew exactly what 'business' the monk had in mind, but that was unimportant, he was now free. It was late in the afternoon, but as it was summer there would still be a few hours of daylight left for his investigations. After waiting for ten minutes to ensure the brother was gone, the young boy skipped out of the tavern door and out into the big city.

It was a very strange feeling for the child, as in truth this was the first time in his entire life that he had been really free. Always before he had been under the watchful eye of either his parents, or one of the servants, and in the last few weeks had been under the care of the monks. Now he was all alone, and he was filled with a feeling of both excitement and fear. Since he was hungry, the first thing he did was to use some of the money Brother Garibald had given him to purchase a quick snack. He handed over the asking price and wandered off munching the food, leaving the trader perplexed that the lad had not attempted to haggle. Leo had no experience in such matters, and right now he had other things on his mind.

For the next hour he wandered the streets watching the people, and seeing it he could see anything of interest. Amongst the throng of the population he often saw a young delivery boy, darting amongst the crowd on his way to somewhere or other. Leo wondered if he too might have ended up with such a job, had he not been born in a noble family. Surely his life would have been less complicated if he had. After walking around for a while Leo eventually entered a large square, and there before him was the magnificent cathedral that served Milan. The boy stared in wonder at the building for some time, it was truly the largest, finest thing he had ever seen. It was also a good place to start his search, as where there is a cathedral, there should be a bishop, and it was finding out who the new incumbent of the position was that was his first task. He made his way to the front steps, and was pleased to see people going in and out at will, so he knew he would be able to get inside. He spotted a priest leading a small group of choirboys into the church. No doubt they were just going in for some singing practice, but since Leo knew that men of the cloth had such a weakness for boy flesh, he wondered if the priest might have other duties he would perform with the boys. This seemed all the more likely given how attractive all the youngsters in the troupe he led were.

In any case, he had not come to catch priests coupling with choirboys, so Leo went inside to see if there was anything he could discover. The inside of the cathedral was even more impressive than the outside. No expense had been spared in the quality of the stone carvings, and the lavish decor. He wandered around the place in awe for a while, and then spotting whom he thought might be an orderly he approached him and asked.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me where I might find the bishop?"

"With God my son, we buried him just a few days ago." Stupid man Leo thought, he knew that already.

"No, I was wondering about the new bishop."

"Oh I don't know anything about that, maybe you should try asking one of the priests."

Leo took his advice, but unfortunately the priests seemed more interested in wanting to know why he needed the information than telling him anything useful. Leo stammered that he had a message, but they either did not know or were not going to tell him. One of the priests wanted to know why a young novice like himself was unaccompanied, at which point the boy got scared and quickly left the building. He wished he had enough money to purchase some proper clothes.

Feeling a little downhearted, and somewhat annoyed Leo wandered the streets a bit more. Why couldn't an adult ever give a child a simple answer to a simple question? Eventually he found himself crossing a bridge, and hearing some shouting below he leaned over and stared down. The bridge crossed a stream that winded through the city, and Leo could see a number of boys bathing in the water below. They varied in age from maybe seven years old, to teenagers of 15 or 16. Leo was certain they were street urchins, and being under the care of no adult were free to come here and spend the day entertaining themselves in the cool water. All the boys were nude, and since the water was not very deep, then most of their luscious young bodies were in full display as the played and splashed each other. Not surprisingly, this had drawn a fair sized audience from a number of men that sat along the banks at either side. No doubt they were unemployed layabouts, with nothing else to do with their time than admire the sexy bodies of the boys as they bathed. Since it was daylight in a busy area, it was clear that none of the men would try anything other than just looking.

Leo watched the boys for a while, until a great idea hit him. If he had had no luck asking adults questions, why not try another child. What's more, young street urchins were the perfect ones to ask. It was common knowledge that they were well versed in the scandals and rumours that circulated a city. Living between the two worlds of the criminals and the city officials, street boys were used as lookouts and petty thieves by the former, and as spies and informants by the latter. No doubt they shared the beds of wealthy men from both sides, and were thus in a good position to pick up any piece of information. Leo was certain one of those boys would know who the next Bishop of Milan would be, and perhaps, where he lived.

So the teenager made his way down the bank, and looked round the group wondering which one to ask. However, before he had decided, one of them waded out from the river and approached him.

"Hello stranger," the boy asked, "have you come to recruit us to your monastery?" he laughed.

Leo looked the boy over. He was slightly taller than himself, maybe a year older, and had a lighter complexion. His eyes sparkled as he spoke, revealing intelligence not usual in a mere urchin. Like the rest of the boys, he had not a stitch on, giving the newcomer a fine view of his limp prick and low hanging balls. These and the few sparse hairs on the top of his crotch indicated the boy was part way through the puberty burst.

"Err, no I just came to talk," Leo stammered in reply.

"OK, why don't you join us in the water."

"Oh, that's ok, I rather not."

"I see, you think your better than us street boys."

Leo immediately realised he caused the boy offence, which was not what he had in mind at all, particularly since he wanted his help.

"No, No, not at all, okay, since it's a hot day, it would be nice to take a quick dip."

The other boy stood by and waited for the young novice to undress. Since he slept in a dorm with many other naked boys, stripping in front of the other swimmers did not bother Leo at all. However he was most uncomfortable about giving a show to the gawking men that sat along the banks. Still, he knew that was inevitable, so he whipped his grey frock over his head, and kicked off his sandals. Leo could almost feel the eyes of the men burning into him as they all stared at the beautiful body of the new boy. The urchin that had invited him into the water was also having a good look, and made no secret that he was checking out all the lovely boy's bare assets. After a short while he looked up into Leo's eyes, smiled, and then said.

"Come on then, by the way my name is Fabio, who are you?"

"Leo."

The street boy took the other lad's hand and led him into the water, and Leo found the cool water very refreshing indeed. For the next twenty minutes or so he splashed and played with all the other boys, and for this short period at least, he really was a child again, the cares of the world forgotten. Eventually he asked Fabio for a chat, and so the boy led him off to a quieter spot, and the two boys sat down on the bank.

"What's it like living on the streets?" Leo asked.

"I like not having anyone telling me what I can and can't do, but it does mean we have to look after ourselves. Overall it varies, it's fun during the summer, when we can play like this, and it's warm enough to sleep under the stars. In the winter it can be really bad, as it get very cold here. I lost two friends last winter," Fabio said rather sadly.

"I heard that street boys are very up on the local gossip and rumours."

"That's true, if there's anything going on in this city, we get to know about it."

"Can I ask you something then? and you will not want to know why I need the information."

"Of course," the boy laughed. "We don't care what people want the knowledge we have for, so long as they pay for it."

"Oh, I only have a little money."

"That's Ok, we only charge men, for an attractive boy like you, the information is free."

Leo blushed when the boy said that, but he was pleased that he seemed to be both friendly and co-operative. He decided to ask what had been on his mind the last few days.

"Do you know who the new Bishop of Milan will be?"

"Well it ain't absolutely certain yet, but the front runner is definitely Archdeacon Dino. He is a powerful man in this city, and is a member of the very influential Mencini family. My guess is the job is his for the taking."

"Do you know if he is an ambitious man, and would do anything to advance his position."

"He certainly is, though so are all men that seek the job of the bishop here. Mind you, in the occasions I have dealt with him, he seems particularly ruthless, I know he was no friend of the former bishop."

"Do you mean you've met him!" Leo asked astonished, it seems that young street boys circulated in the highest of circles.

"Oh yes, on a few occasions, shall we say I have performed some services for him. Would you like to meet him?"

This surprised Leo even more, obviously his new friend was not without influence in this city. In truth, he'd never dreamed he would get the opportunity to meet the man who might have murdered the abbot, and although the thought scared him quite a lot, he knew it was a chance he could not miss.

"You can arrange that! Are you one of the Archdeacons friends?"

"Well I wouldn't say that," Fabio laughed. "I can not get you an official audience, but I may be able to get you into his presence, possibly even tonight. Each Monday and Thursday evenings the Archdeacon has a kind of party at his house, and needs the services of a number of boys. If you are willing, I may be able to get us both in to help him."

"That would be great, can we really go tonight?"

"Well nothing is guaranteed since sometimes, if he has another engagement, the party does not take place, but we can try."

"Ok, please help me."

"Very well, however you have to be aware of the kind of services you're going to be expected to perform whilst you're there. You will have to do some pretty strange things, you know, sexual things." Fabio moved his hand, and lightly flicked the other boy's penis, to emphasise what he meant.

Leo laughed at this. He should have known what would be required, why else would such a powerful man want street boys at a party of his.

"I live in a monastery filled with sex starved monks, and horny young novice boys. Don't worry, what ever is required of me, I'll do it."

"Great, then I'll help you on one condition. We will get paid for our services, and since you don't need the money as much as us urchins, then you give me what you get."

Leo quickly agreed to the terms, he had no interest in money, and in any case he was not allowed to keep it at the monastery. Fabio then said they had to go and get ready, so the two boys ran off and got dressed. Fabio waved goodbye to some of his mates still in the river, and the two set off. As they walked along, Fabio put his arm round the younger boy's shoulders, something Leo had noticed a number of the street boys did with each other. He guessed it was both a sign of affection, and a kind of brotherhood. It seemed all the urchins had to help each other, since clearly no one else took up the task. Whilst Leo did not object in the slightest to this, the pair did get a few stares, as it looked odd that a monastery boy should be associating with a lowly street boy, dressed as Fabio was, in his rough clothing.

The two boys walked for some 30 minutes until it was obvious that they were heading into a rougher part of the city. Here, there were no traders on the streets, indeed very few people around at all, save some rather unsavoury looking characters loitering inside doorways or dark alleys. Many of the buildings were in a poor state of repair, and some had been abandoned and boarded up. It was to one such building, that Fabio led his new friend, and going round the back they crawled through an opening that had been made in one of the old doors. Inside the place was a bit of a mess, and did not smell too good. Leo spotted numerous piles of rags scattered round that no doubt served as beds, and it was obvious that this place was used as a squat by a number of the street boys. He followed Fabio into another room, and the teenager started to rummage around looking for some things. He then turned round and started looking at the other boy closely.

"First job is getting you into some proper clothing. No one is going to look at you dressed like that. Hopefully you can wear some of my old clothing, it should still fit you. Get undressed."

Leo pulled off his novice's robe and laid it neatly down amongst the mess. Looking up at the other boy he saw that he too had stripped off, and was staring straight at Leo. He was a bit surprised by the strange look in the urchin's eyes, as he appeared to be examining his companion in minute detail. Then, rather unexpectedly, Fabio stepped forward, put his arms around the younger boy, and crushed their lips together in a burning embrace. Although a little surprised by this, Leo quickly felt a rush of excitement, and wrapped his own arms round the other boy, grabbing his soft full ass cheeks and pulling him closer so that their crotches ground against each other. This instantly made both boys hard, and their kissing and hugging lasted for a few minutes before, just as unexpectedly as when it had started, Fabio broke off the embrace, and stood back. He could see the rather disappointed look in Leo's eyes, but smiled back at the boy.

"I just wanted to test that you didn't freak out at that, I can see you're going to get on fine tonight. Yet alas there's no time for play now, we have to get ready, and we must keep up our strength."

At this exact moment, Leo just wanted to drop down and suck the other boy's fine six-inch [15 cm] cock, which stood up in front of him, its swollen purple head already visible. The young novice had skipped sex with his bedmate the night before, as he knew he had an early start, and right now he felt incredibly randy. Still he reminded himself why he was here, and he had an important appointment to make.

Fabio picked up a small bottle of perfume he had, and applied a little to the younger boy's face, behind his ears, and even some around his crotch, which caused Leo to giggle. He then helped his friend dress, and pretty soon Leo stood in a fine set of clothes, although admittedly they had seen better days. On top he had a white silk shirt, and over this he wore a short jacket, which was brightly decorated in rather outlandish patterns. Leo's bottom half was covered by a pair of white tights, which were currently the height of fashion in well to do circles. It had been a squeeze to get them on, and Fabio admitted that he had acquired them when he was only 11 years old, so they were a bit small for the young teenager. They showed every curve in the boy's delightful bottom, and left little to the imagination concerning the bulge in front. Leo felt like he might as well be naked, and hoped his new friend knew what he was doing. He then watched the older boy dress into a similar, if somewhat newer, outfit. Fabio's tights were not quite as skin hugging as the other boy's, but still showed off his firm ass cheeks to any one interested. After they had donned some black shoes, Fabio looked outside, and said it was time that they got moving.

They left the building, and Leo noticed that the sun had almost set, and the city was slowly descending into darkness. This made the area they were in look even more dubious than it had before, and he held Fabio's hand tightly as the two of them quickly made their way through the streets. Presently they reached an area where there were more folks around. These were mostly women, clad rather provocatively, and standing in doorways or side streets. Leo was not so naive that he did not know what they were, namely women of the night. Common prostitutes selling their bodies to the male customers that walked up and down the street, deciding which one they wanted. Dressed as they were, and walking down the road hand in hand, the two boys received quite a few whistles and shouts from the women, and a fair number of the men turned their heads for a better look as well. No doubt some of them were reassessing their decision in choosing a woman, rather than a boy, for their beds that night.

Leo was blushing like mad at all the attention they were getting, particularly as he was clad in such a revealing outfit. His young mate seemed to enjoy it though, and was frequently waving or shouting to some of the prostitutes he was acquainted with. Eventually they left the women and their customers behind, and wound through some more streets until they came into a small, though poorly lit square, with several streets leading off. There were not too many people around, but Leo could see one or two youths scattered around the edge of the square.

"We're a bit early," Fabio commented, "but at least I can bag my favourite spot." He led his companion over to the doorway of a large building, which had a couple of steps leading up to it. The boys climbed up these, then stood at the top.

"You get a good view of the square from here, and just as importantly, everyone gets a good view of us," Fabio whispered. "If you haven't already figured it out, this is the place gentlemen come when they are seeking the company of a boy. Things generally don't get started until it's completely dark, I guess no one wants to be recognised coming down here."

"Will Archdeacon Dino be coming here then?" Leo asked.

"Oh no, not personally. However, if he is holding one of his parties, then he will be sending one of his men down to pick up a few boys. I'll know who he is."

Stood at this point, and not for the first time this evening, Leo was beginning to wonder what the hell he was doing here. If he taken Brother Garibald's advice, he would presently be safely tucked up in his bed inside the tavern where they had reserved rooms. Right now he had given up trying to guess what was going to happen next. Still he thought about his man lover, still languishing in jail, and who tomorrow would face a trail for his life. Leo knew he had to do whatever it took to find out something that could save him.

Pretty soon the square started to fill up, as more and more boys came in and took up positions round the edge. Most of the boys were young teenagers like themselves, but a few were younger, and some were quite a bit older. These were young men in their late teens or early twenties, who, having not entirely lost their boyish good looks, were trying to squeeze a few more years out of a profession that had provided for them since their life on the streets had begun. Some of the boys in the square were dressed similar to themselves, but others were still in their normal rags, not having the means to purchase fine clothes to display their bodies in.

As the last light from the sun had vanished from the sky, and only the stars and a half moon lit the dark streets of the city, a few men started to enter the square. Most strode in quickly, and then gradually walked round, obviously eyeing up the selection on offer. Every now and then, a man would approach a boy, and a short discussion would take place, obviously the negotiation of a price. If it went to both parties pleasing, the two would then make their way from the square, and disappear into the night. Some men purchased more than one boy, and would depart in a small group. Leo also noticed that some did not really leave the square at all, but passed through the doors of some of the buildings that lay on it, taking their chosen boy with them. He guessed that these must be fuck hotels, cashing in by providing a service for the boy meat trade. Despite the darkness, Fabio seemed to know most of the boys and their customers. As a deal was struck, and a pair departed he frequently made a comment like, 'Oh so and so has chosen a young one tonight', or 'three boys, he must have come in to some money'.

Leo spotted a well-dressed man in earnest conversation with two older teens, just a short distance from them. He guessed the man must have made some sort of a request, as one of the teens departed the square. He returned about ten minutes later with a very young boy. He was a cute looking lad with a scruffy mop of curly brown hair, though Leo was shocked at his youth, he couldn't have been much older than eight or nine years. The child smiled at the man, though Leo could detect a look of apprehension in his face. He could see the man ask the older boy something else, and the teenager took hold of the younger boy, and ripped down his trousers and yanked up his shirt. This way the teen displayed to the man, the young child's small hairless genitals, and, after spinning him round, his skinny ass. The man seemed satisfied and handed some money to the older boy, before departing with the child's hand firmly in his own.

"Looks like Giuseppe is breaking in his little brother," Fabio commented, who had been watching the scene as well. "I've been with that man before, he was obviously in the mood for a real young'un tonight. Poor little mite is going to have a bit of a rough introduction, since although the man's cock ain't that big, he's got some real staying power. I guess the boy will have a stiff cock up his ass for most of the night. Mind you, since he is living with a load of other urchins, I guess the kid will be no virgin."

A short while later Fabio spoke again. "That's a lucky lad," and he pointed out a boy currently leaving with another man. "That man has the most amazing tongue, which he uses to drive boys into ecstasy. He's a good payer as well, though I reckon some of the boys would go with him for nothing."

Hardly surprisingly, the two dashing boys got quite a few enquiries themselves. A number of men seemed to be interested in Leo, due to both his ravishing looks, and also the fact that they hadn't seen him here before. Each time Fabio put them off, by either quoting an absurdly high price, or telling them that they were waiting for another customer. As the night wore on, and Leo had seen many customers arrive, and leave with one or more boys in tow, he began to get disheartened. It seemed that Archdeacon Dino's man might not turn up that night, and he was beginning to feel guilty that Fabio had been forced to turn away so many customers. Just as he was about to tell his friend that he should go with someone if he needed the money, the boy grabbed his sleeve, and hissed.

"There he is, that's Gianluca, one of the Archdeacon's right hand men. Looks like you're in luck. He is obviously here to get some boys, we just have to make sure we get picked. Remember, let me do all the talking."

The sharp faced man wandered slowly round the square, not asking anyone, just checking out the boys still present. When he got to the place where the two boys were standing, he stopped and looked hard at them. When he slowly approached Leo's heart jumped, it was looking like things could go according to plan.

The man was just a few feet away when he stopped, and stared long and hard at Leo, which started to make the boy very uncomfortable. Gianluca's eyes kept flashing between Leo's face, and the lower half of his body, as he checked out the kid's assets. Finally he broke the silence and spoke.

"I have not seen you before boy, what's your name?"

"He's my cousin," Fabio replied, "You don't need his name."

"That's true," the man said with a sneer. "What ever you're called boy, you are a rare beauty, master will be pleased to make your acquaintance. What's your price for a night's service?"

"Same as what I charge," Fabio interrupted.

The man looked at the older boy, clearly a little annoyed that the younger lad could not speak for himself.

"Very well, but I only need him tonight. You served the master two weeks ago, and I know he likes me to vary the boys I bring."

"No deal then," Fabio said. "It's either both of us, or none or us."

The man sighed. "Ok, if he can not speak, than you had better come along to talk for him."

Although Fabio had risked his own trip to the Archdeacon by insisting that he come along too, Leo was pleased that he would have his friend by his side for this adventure. He guessed that the boy had wanted to come along to ensure that Leo kept his own side of the agreement, and paid the urchin any money that he earned.

Gianluca led the boys out of the square and to a side street where a carriage was waiting. He told them to get inside, and then returned to the square to get some more boys. The first time he returned, he brought with him two older teenagers, probably 16 or 17 years of age. These took their place in the carriage, and the man disappeared again. He returned with three more boys, this time younger. Two of them were brown haired cuties, one around eleven and the other twelve. Both of them grinned at the other boys as they climbed inside, and looked rather pleased with themselves for getting picked. There was a strong resemblance between them, and Leo guessed they were brothers. The other boy was even younger, possibly under ten. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and looked a bit nervous as he took his place in the carriage.

Gianluca squeezed in beside the boys, and closed the carriage door. He drew the curtains, and told the boys to remain quiet, and not to try to look outside. It appeared that he intended to smuggle the boys inside without anyone knowing. Leo was not surprised that an ambitious cleric would want to keep his sexual tastes a secret. Gianluca banged on the ceiling and the carriage set off at some speed.

The ride to the archdeacon's residence took about fifteen minutes, at which point the carriage slowed down, and Leo could hear a heavy gate being opened, and then closed behind them. He began to get rather nervous at this point, and his mind started going through the things he might find out to help him clear Brother Manuel's name. This was interrupted as the carriage came to a halt, and Gianluca opened the door and climbed out. He ushered the boys out of the carriage, and Leo found himself in a small courtyard. It wasn't hard to tell that they were within the grounds of a pretty large building. It seemed that the archdeacon was already a rich man, and at first Leo wondered if his idea of him killing the abbot may be false, after all, he hardly needed the wealth that came with the position of the bishop. Yet he quickly dismissed such a thought as naive, it was common knowledge that few men ever considered themselves rich enough.

Gianluca ordered the boys towards one of the doorways into the building, and seemed keen to get them inside quickly. Obviously he wanted as few people as necessary to know of their presence in this place. As Leo was ushered through the door, he spotted what looked like a coat of arms above the entranceway. It consisted of two unicorns raised on their feet, with a glowing sun where their horns met. It instantly looked familiar to him, and as he wracked his brain it suddenly hit him. That was the symbol on the knife that killed the abbot. Now he knew he was on the trail of something, as it seemed the murder weapon had come from here. Obviously the archdeacon had taken it with him as he went to commit the murder the boy thought. His young heart started to beat fast as he stepped into the domain of a potential killer.

Unfortunately he had little chance to settle his thoughts, as the boys were quickly led through a corridor and then down some stairs. Finally, they came to a heavy wooden door, which Gianluca unlocked, and then told them to go through.

"All right," the man said, "You all wait in here until the master arrives." He then walked over to the very young blond boy, and taking his hand, said to him, "Not you pretty, you're with me." That said he left the room with the child in tow, locking the door behind him. It seemed that he had arranged his own entertainment for the evening, as well as that of his master.

Leo glanced around the room they were now in. It was a fair size, and it was clear they were underground, as the room had no windows. The archdeacon obviously liked his sins to be hidden from prying eyes. There wasn't much furniture in the room, just a few chairs, and some cupboards. At the very centre was a circular raised dais, about a foot high, covered in a rather lush pink cloth. What the room lacked in furnishings, it made up for in decoration. Situated around the edge were a number of statues, all of naked boys or young men, in various poses, either athletic, or in some cases erotic. Leo reckoned that they were probably Greek in origin, as a number were in fairly poor condition, and definitely showing their age. There were also a number of Greek vases, and the paintings on these could only be described as down right pornographic. Most showed men with beards being sucked by, or sodomising, an adolescent boy. On the walls were paintings and murals of a similar genre to the rest of the room, with sexual action involving men and boys in every conceivable method and combination. If Leo had had any doubt about the tastes of the host, these were wiped away now.

The six boys were not the first occupants of the room, as there was four further boys, and two young men in the room already. The two men were dressed in smart clothes, whilst the boys all wore an identical, rather drab brown uniform.

"The men are probably two of the archdeacons guards," Fabio whispered to his friend. "The boys are from one of the church's orphanages, I recognise the uniform."

The men looked to be in their early twenties, and were calmly standing next to each other chatting. The boys were also together but were silent, and seemed to be a bit confused as to what was going to happen next. They were all younger than Leo, though not by a lot, he reckoned they were probably between ten and twelve. The church orphans had all had their hair cut short, though this ensured their beautiful faces were fully revealed. Having the pick of all the boys in the church's care, it was hardly surprising that the archdeacon had chosen four such attractive ones. Their rather thin frames proved that the church ensured its charges were not exactly overfed.

Apart from the entrance the boys had used, there was another set of double doors into the room, and they were not waiting long before these opened, and in walked a number of newcomers. There were four of them, or to be more accurate, three and a half, as one member of the group was a very young boy. Of the men, the most finely dressed was in long flowing robes, and had a number of gold chains round his neck. He looked to be in his mid fifties, and Leo had little doubt that he was the archdeacon. The boy was a bit disappointed when he first saw him, as the archdeacon was quite a portly fellow with a round jolly face, and somewhat older than Leo had imagined. He did not look at all like the sort of person that would sneak off to a distant monastery, scramble over the wall, and then cut the throat of the unsuspecting abbot. Still he knew appearance could be deceptive, and besides, was he expecting the man to be so obliging as to have the words 'I am a murderer' written across his forehead.

Next to the archdeacon was an even older man, definitely in his sixties, maybe even older. He was dressed in a plan red robe, and apart from some rings and a single thin chain had no other adornments. Directly behind him was a beast of a man, well over six feet [1.80 m] tall, and naked from the waist up, which showed off his rather considerable muscles. He had a big bushy beard that helped make him look even more terrifying. If this was the archdeacon's bodyguard, it meant that at least he did not have to fear knife men in the dark. The final member of the group cut a rather stark contrast to the brute stood next to him. This was a young boy, dressed in a plain white shirt and tights, like a pageboy. He looked to be around eight years old, and had very light brown hair, and a rather pale complexion, although his most outstanding feature was piercing green eyes. As Leo was looking at the boy, the kid stared right back, and Leo soon found the young lad's rather detached gaze very off putting, so he quickly looked away.

"Ah, I'm glad that you could all make it tonight, we are going to put on a little show to help entertain my guest, the monsignor, and myself, so I hope you will all do your best to make it enjoyable for all. Now gather round and let's have a good look at you."

The ten boys and the two young men did as he asked, forming a rough semicircle around the archdeacon and his companions. The clerics then took their time examining the group that would entertain them, slowly scanning the group from one side to the other. Leo noticed that the archdeacon stared at himself for rather longer than the others, though he was not sure why.

"The first task," Archdeacon Dino said, "is to get you divided into two groups of six, the seniors and the juniors. We will do this by the length of your erections, the six with the largest shall form the senior group." He then turned to the young pageboy stood next to him, and placed a hand on his small head. "Get undressed child."

The boy became the focus of attention as he peeled off his white tights and removed his shirt, letting them drop to the floor. He looked even smaller without his clothes on, though he had a sexy little body for one so young, with flawless skin and a cute bubble butt. His genitals were tiny, and from the distance he stood, it was difficult for Leo to see the boys cock at all, his balls little more than a piece of tight skin drawn close to his body. After he was naked, the child just continued to regard his onlookers as if nothing had changed, and did not seem to be in the slightest bit concerned that he was the only one nude.

Still this situation was soon to change as the archdeacon made his way to the end of the line and started to undress the first of the boys. This was one of the older teenagers, and the archdeacon certainly ensured he got to feel plenty of cock and ass as he performed this duty. After he had finished and moved on to the next one, the eight year old moved in front of the now naked teenager, knelt in front of him, and taking the limp penis in his mouth start to blow him. By the look on the older boy's face it was not difficult to tell how much he was enjoying it and his cock quickly stiffened up to a good size. Not that this troubled the suckee, who continued his task like a real pro. Leo was amazed that the child was able to almost deep throat the teenager, even after he was fully erect. As the archdeacon stripped the next boy, it soon became obvious that it was the pageboy's job to get the others hard to allow for their cocks to be measured. Leo glanced around him and took a mental note that there were six boys younger than himself, four church orphans and two street boys. That meant he should just make it in to the senior group. Whether that was good or bad he didn't know, but it made a change from the monastery, where he was considered as just another junior.

As Archdeacon Dino pulled down the breeches of the third boy, his already stiff pole sprang out erect before him, showing that the erotic sight he was witnessing to his side was having its effect. All the same the kid looked relieved that he did not miss out on the enjoyment of a blow job from the soft mouth of the young boy, who shuffled along as soon as the archdeacon moved on to the next one. After about 20 minutes Dino finally reached Leo, who was third from the end of the chain. The man quickly stripped off his shirt, then peeled down his tights, which was a great relief for Leo, as his hard prick had been bursting to be freed from the constraints of the skin hugging article. Dino squeezed the boy's cock, and ran his hands down Leo's back and all over the smooth cheeks of his butt. After feeling him up for longer than any of the others, the man planted a kiss on the boy's lips.

"You are an attractive boy, are you from the south?" he asked.

"Yes, sire."

The man touched him some more, then moved on to the next, at which point Leo looked down and could see a mob of brown hair slowly descending on his penis. The teenager shuddered in pleasure as his entire length was swallowed, and then the eight year old started to bop up and down and give Leo one of the best blow jobs of his life. As he stared down at the little head of the boy, the child never looked up once, just silently got on with his job. Leo really thought the boy was a bit of a mystery, he wondered at what age he had started doing this sort of thing.

Ten minutes later the ten boys and two young men were stripped, and their pricks were at full attention. The archdeacon then busied himself with arranging the twelve into cock size order, and had a stick marked along its length to aid him with the task. Hardly surprisingly the men headed the list, one of them having a huge prick at least nine inches [28 cm] in size, which made his mate's seven inch [23 cm] prick look quite small. The two older teenagers were the next in the list, but the real shock came with number 5. Leo had assumed it would be next eldest, namely his new friend Fabio, that would occupy this slot, but in fact it was one of the young church boys. This kid, who could not have been more than twelve, and had a face very much of a young boy, had an amazing sized prick for his age. It had to be over five inches [13 cm] fuller erect, and from the look on his face, you could tell the boy was rather proud of it. It did look rather odd, as the cock was completely out of proportion with the rest of the orphan boy's skinny body. This young kid thus took fifth place, followed by Fabio who was sixth, and Leo was therefore pushed into seventh. No matter how much he yanked on it, his prick wouldn't grow any more than its usual four inches [10 cm]. Eighth was the elder of the two street boy brothers, ninth and tenth were two more church boys, eleventh the younger brother, and last came another orphan. With his clothes off, the final kid in the line looked younger than when Leo had first seen him, and his diminutive penis was probably under two inches [5 cm] fully erect. Of course all this meant that Leo was to fall into the archdeacon's junior group. Not that this bothered the lad over much, it's what he was used to being at the monastery. However he was not at all pleased at being beaten in cock size by some little upstart one or two years younger than himself. What made him feel worse was that he considered himself out of place in the juniors, since when he looked at the other boys, none of their balls had dropped yet, so he was probably the only one in the group that could cum.

The boys were then given a headband with a number sewn into the back and front, each representing where he came in the order. Leo felt it was a bit degrading being reduced to a number, but guessed it was because the archdeacon couldn't be bothered to learn their names.

"Good, now would the seniors stand to my left and the juniors to my right," Dino ordered.

"A fine set of boys don't you agree Monsignor."

"Yes, sire, very nice," the red robed man replied. He had been fetched a seat whilst the archdeacon was undressing the boys, and had simply been an observer throughout. "And what is the purpose of the two groups?" he asked.

"That is easy. The seniors with their good sized pricks will be the fuckers, whilst the juniors will offer their mouths and assholes as suckers and fuckees."

"Excellent, they all look randy enough to put on a good show."

"As you know, I only the select the best," the archdeacon boasted. He then addressed both groups. "For tonight's entertainment we are going to play some games, and the winner will win this gold medallion." The man held up a large golden coin to the view of the twelve, and the eyes of the street boys in particular grew wide at the sight. Whatever games the archdeacon had in mind, they were determined to win them.

Archdeacon Dino then turned to the younger group and said, "Ok, now you boys go over to the raised dais, and get on your hands and knees with your heads facing outwards."

The six naked boys did as they were told. It was quite a squeeze getting on the circular dais, as it was not too big, and when they were in position, the legs of the boys were crossing in the middle and their buttocks were in contact with those next to them. The feel of the warm bare skin of another boy soon made the six of them even harder. As Leo gazed down he could see that there was a very low step around the dais, and around that was a thin gap, as if the dais was not attached to the floor at all. He momentarily was a bit worried the whole thing would drop down through the floor with them on top.

Soon after the youngsters were in position, the archdeacon told the six fuckers to each stand on the low step directly in front of one of the juniors. Fabio dashed off so that he stood before his new mate, and as Leo stared at his stiff pole, it occurred to him that soon he would be able to fulfil a wish he had had earlier that evening. The huge bodyguard carried a couple of seats over to where the dais was, and the clerics sat down to watch the spectacle. The young pageboy knelt down on the floor between the two men. Dino had a piece of paper and a quill, and had written the numbers 1-12 on it. The monsignor had a small bell in his hand.

"Now then, we will be marking you all on your technique, so the better you perform the more you will score. When you hear the bell you will start, and cease when it rings again. Until I say so, none of the fuckers are to cum, any that does will immediately lose their chance of winning the coin. Does everyone understand?"

There were no questions, so the archdeacon assumed they fully understood. In truth some of the younger boys were a bit confused, but with an erect penis dangling just a few inches before their faces, they had little doubt as to what they had to do.

The bell rang and the juniors dived on their respective pricks and a six way sucking contest began. Leo soon had his mate shuddering in delight as he twirled his tongue round the boy's cock, and sucked him in to the root. The youngest of the six juniors had coincidentally been faced with the biggest prick, that belong to fucker number 1. Despite the man's attempts to gain full penetration it soon became obvious to both parties this was a futile attempt, so the youngster decided to try and compensate in technique what he lacked in depth of mouth. Thus he began licking and sucking on the man's large hairy balls, which seemed to please the recipient no end.

The six that were being sucked tried to slam their pricks in and out of the younger boy's mouth in a way that would please the two observers. However they also had to make sure they didn't get too excited and thus ejaculate early. Thus they occasionally had to slow down the action of the six eager suckers to give them some time for their passions to cool.

After just a minute of oral sex, sucker and suckee alike were rather alarmed when the dais on which they were standing or kneeling on respectively suddenly started to move. It appeared the whole thing was designed to rotate, and the large bodyguard, who had grabbed the dais and was slowly pushing it round, was performing this task. This had the advantage of bringing each couple close by the two judges, who watched the sex before them with interest, and every now and then Dino would scribble something down.

When the dais had completed a full circle the bell rang and the sex action stopped. The six seniors were told to get off the dais step, and then it was rotated a bit more until each was faced with a different boy whose face they were going to fuck. After a short pause, to let them recover, the bell rang again and the four boys and two young men stepped up and the sucking started again. This time Leo serviced one of the street teenagers, and the boy's prick filled his mouth somewhat more completely than his new friend, though luckily, the practice he had had in the oral art allowed him to relax his throat and swallow in the whole thing.

A few minutes later the bell rang again, and the whole thing was repeated until each of the seniors had been sucked by each of the juniors. Leo had been able to deep throat each one, even, the large prick of fucker Nr 1, something none of his fellow juniors had managed to achieve. Probably his hardest time was with the young church orphan with the large prick, who had hammered his erection in and out of Leo's soft mouth like a mad man. The young teen on the receiving end reckoned the kid was further tormenting the elder boy for his relegation to the juniors.

When the archdeacon instructed the six juniors to twist round and present their rumps to the fuckers, the young boys were rather relieved, as their mouths had been getting a bit sore. Once they were in position, Dino instructed the bodyguard to swing the dais round once so that he could admire the six beautiful round bottoms on display. In this position the small pink assholes of each boy was clearly visible, and Dino was itching to see a hard penis inserted into each. The Archdeacon now had his long robe bunched around his waist and his erection showed how much he was enjoying the show. Throughout the performance he had been getting the young pageboy to masturbate him, or occasionally even suck him. The youngster performed the same service for the monsignor as well, but the older man was obviously having a potency problem at his age, and his rather small prick was still limp.

When the archdeacon had had a good look at the juniors' bare bottoms, he instructed the six seniors to step forward and lick the asshole of the child in front of him. Pretty soon he was treated to the sight of their young butts quivering in pleasure and their high voices shouting in delight.

"Very well then, the passage is prepared. When you hear the bell ring, then you will commence to bugger the boy before you. Remember that we will be awarding points, so ensure you give a good performance.."

After a short delay, as the fuckers glared lustfully at the luscious backsides offered to them, the bell rang and pretty quickly six hard rods were disappearing into six tight holes. All of the juniors had been fucked before so there was no great problem with the initial penetration. However, the church boys were more accustomed to serving their fellow orphans, than men, so fucker 1 who was pushing into one of them, took some time to get himself all in.

Soon the steady sound off thighs slapping buttocks filled the air as each of the fuckers started to steadily bang the ass he was imbedded in. Since his face was so close to those of his six fellow juniors, Leo could not see a thing, so had no idea who has actually ploughing his own butt. Who ever it was, he quickly started to enjoy the feeling of a hard prick sliding in and out of him, and was even happier when he felt that his anonymous fucker had slid a hand down to pull on the boy's own erection. It was a rather novel position he was in, as all he could see was the five young faces of the other boys being fucked. He could see their own faces wince or relax as they experienced that strange mixture of pleasure and pain, which was the norm for a boy having a prick rammed up his asshole. Leo leaned forward a little and started to kiss the face directly before him, and soon the other youngsters caught on and all six indulged in a long session of kissing, licking or just rubbing their nose against the soft cheeks of another boy.

The dais had started to rotate almost the moment the fucking had begun, giving the two men an excellent view of hard long pricks ramming in and out of tight hairless holes. Most of the fuckers had picked up a good pace, assuming that was what would impress the archdeacon. Dino also noticed that some of the youngsters were rotating their asses, or pushing back during the forward stroke, so that they too were helping to put on a good show. After a few minutes he rang the bell and the fuckers withdrew, the dais rotated to present each with a different bottom, and then the whole thing started again. Thus each of the seniors, having been sucked by all the younger boys, then got to enjoy the feel of every one of their hot little assholes. When the bell rang to finish the final session of fucking it was evident that most of the elder group was bursting to cum, so the archdeacon gave them a few minutes to cool off. Some of the boys that had been fucked had been given no such instructions about having no permission to have had an orgasm, and had shuddered to just that, at some point during the round. For all except Leo, no spunk was produced so they left no evidence of their cum even had the archdeacon disapproved.

"Excellent you were all splendid," Dino said, as he admired the six well-extended holes of the fuckees who had remained with their bums thrust in the air whilst the bodyguard continued to spin the dais.

"Now turn back round to the sucking position again, and I'll inform you of the current position."

The archdeacon looked through the paper on his lap, occasionally discussing things with the monsignor.

"Well, numbers 1, 5, 7 and 10 are ahead, but the rest are close behind, so there is still everything to play for."

Number 7 thought Leo, that was himself. He was rather astonished to be one of the leaders, as he had assumed the greater experience of the street boys would have taken them ahead. It looked like he had learned more at the monastery than he had thought.

"The next round will be a game of judgement," He looked at the bodyguard and then said, "Bull, blindfold the fuckers." 'Bull', Leo thought, it was obviously an appropriate nickname for the large man.

Masks were placed over the head of each of the seniors so they were completely blind. The juniors were then told to swap places with each other, and then Bull span the dais a few times. When it had come to a rest the fuckers were told to step forward once more.

"Now then, each of you youngsters will suck the cock in front of you. Do not use anything other than your mouth, and those being sucked must not touch the boy servicing you. After a brief blow I want you to guess which boy it was that sucked you."

The bell rang and the boys started sucking their mate in front though it was not long before they heard the bell again and had to stop sucking, leaving the six in the masks with the difficult task of deciding who it was that was sucking them. Dino waited until they had all guessed before announcing who was right, and not surprisingly only one guessed correctly, fucker number 3, one of the street teens. The dais was spun again, and the game repeated. This time Leo sucked the largest prick, that of number 1, and the young man guessed right after feeling the nose of his sucker against his cock hair, and he knew there was only one boy that had been able to do that. Number 5 also was correct.

The young boys on the dais then reversed positions again and this time the blinded fuckers had to guess which boy they were buggering, if anything, an even more difficult task. Bull and the archdeacon helped each of the seniors successfully enter the boy before him and after a brief and vigorous fuck they had to make their choice. The first time all six were wrong, but one guessed correctly on the second occasion.

Then it was the turn of the juniors to have their eyes covered, and do the guessing. They turned round to suck first, and the dais was spun before a senior stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy's open mouth. Now the younger boys had quite an advantage over the elder group, as guessing the size of a prick was somewhat easier than determining the depth of a mouth. The first prick that entered Leo's mouth was a large one, so he guessed number 1, and was thrilled when he was told he was correct. His second prick was a lot smaller, so it belonged to either his mate or the big pricked church boy. Since it was thrust in and out rather brutally he guessed the latter, number 5, and again was correct. Leo was rather pleased with himself, none of the other boy's had gotten both right.

When they took an anonymous prick up their arse, guessing the owner was a bit more difficult. After a brief fuck, Leo had no real idea, so guessed number 3, but was wrong. On his second occasion it was a far greater prick that pierced his anus, and he grunted as it filled his insides before ramming in and out of him for a while. The boy could not believe he would be lucky enough to have gotten fucker number 1 again, clearly the easiest to determine, but that's what he guessed, and this time he was right, along with a couple of the other juniors.

With the guessing game over, the archdeacon described the final part of the competition.

"We will end with another round of sucking, only this time the winners will be the pair whose fucker cums first. This is a joint race so the seniors and juniors score together. The juniors will keep the cum in their mouth until I inspect it as proof."

The dais was spun for the last time, and Leo ended up in front of one of the teenagers, number 4. The teen's cock was already dripping pre-cum, so it would obviously not be a long task to get him to shoot. When the bell rang the juniors dived on the older boys' cocks, and soon hard cocks were frantically thrust in and out of young mouths. It took just a minute before Leo felt the boy's cum filling his mouth. The bursting cock spewed out quite a quantity, so the kid on the receiving end could not hold it all, and some started to dribble down his chin. The elder boy jumped back in triumph, and Leo held his head still, though he found it difficult to keep the creamy stuff sloshing around in his mouth. The archdeacon inspected Leo's mouth, and when he was happy, patted the boy on the head, and told him to swallow. Given all the sexual action the boys had been carrying out, it was hardly surprising that it didn't take long before all the juniors were having cum pumped into their young mouths. Fucker Nr 1 had fired off into the mouth of the smallest of the juniors, and his heavy balls had off loaded a lot more than the child could hold in his mouth. Thus the young man had pulled his cock out and continued to spray his seed all over the orphan's face. Consequently his pretty face was drenched in white cream, although this seemed to amuse the archdeacon no end when he came to inspect the young boy. It was hardly necessary to look in the young child's mouth for the evidence that his fucker had had his orgasm, but Dino admired the sight for quite a while, much to the discomfort of the poor boy, who was eager to swallow the liquid filling his mouth.

When finally Archdeacon Dino had inspected each boy, he returned to his piece of paper to examine the final scores.

"It was close, and you all did very well, but the top two places go to numbers 5 and 7, they will enter a final contest to determine the overall winner."

Leo was thrilled when he realised that he was one of the finalists, along with the orphan boy with the large cock. He was immediately determined to beat the boy that had forced him into the juniors.

"We will use Bull for the final contest, both boys will suck him in turn for a short period, and the one that succeeds in making him shoot will win the contest and the gold coin."

Dino then ordered the two finalists to kneel on the floor besides each other, and a huge grin ran over the face of the large bodyguard as he stepped in front of the boys and started to remove his trousers. Both lad's eyes almost shot out of their heads when the man's massive erection was released and it sprang up before them. It had to be at least twelve inches [30 cm] in length, and was very thick, it was definitely the largest one Leo had ever seen. Bull reached down and pulled back his foreskin to uncover the mighty purple head, which appeared to be shivering in excitement for what it was about to receive.

"Number 5 will start, and after you hear the bell, you will allow the other boy to take over. Thereafter change with each ring of the bell."

Thus the final competition began as it started, with yet another blow job, though it was obvious from the start that there was no way the twelve year old church orphan was going to be able to suck much of Bull's large cock into his mouth. Indeed he struggled to even get the swollen head inside, so a lot of the time the boy simple licked the man's big cock, or his large hairy balls. When the bell rang and Leo had his first turn, he was certain he could do better than the young upstart, so opened his mouth as wide as he could to try and accommodate as much of the man's prick as was possible. Fortunately for the young teen, although he had a smaller cock than his opponent, he had a larger mouth, and was very proud when he managed to get the man's large cock head and a few inches into his mouth. That was as far as it would go, so he just started a sucking motion, and when he looked up to see the happy expression on the man's face, he was certain he was having the desired effect.

The competition continued for sometime with the operating lad swapping each time the bell rang out. Leo's mouth was started to ache, and although he was grateful of each rest, he was anxious that the big man could hang on a little further and not hand the other boy the victory. Bull was getting gradually more and more excited, his breathing speeded up, sweat was running down his muscular body and the large cheeks of his backside were starting to quiver. With one hand he started to wank his cock in time with the boy's sucking motions, whilst his other hand stroked the hair of the young sucker. Luckily, the man was gentle with the boys, and made no effort to ram his huge organ further down their throats, being content for them to set the pace. After about fifteen minutes of sucking it was obvious to all observers that Bull was getting close, and as the orphan boy was licking him, he started to cry out. Fortunately, just at this moment the bell rang again, and Leo immediately dived on the man's cock and jammed it into his mouth, where he immediately started a rapid sucking motion. After just fifteen seconds of this, the boy could taste the pre-cum beginning to leak into his mouth, and then the man yelled out in joy, his cock quivered a couple of times before it suddenly began to spurt out white cream. Leo managed to swallow some of the first spurt, but after the second his mouth was so full of cock and cum that he gagged and pulled his head off the man's prick. Yet Bull continued to empty his large swollen balls all over the boy, spattering cum onto Leo's face, hair and smooth boy chest. The young teen was barely recognisable by the end of it, and the archdeacon walked over to the lad, and slapped him on his back in congratulations.

"Well done boy, you are a worthy winner." The man then looked down at the rather dejected looking orphan boy, that had gotten so close to earning a gold coin. "Hard luck boy, you should have tried sucking a little harder. Never mind, since you missed out on a drink of milk, then I want you to clean the champion with your tongue."

Leo felt a real sense of satisfaction as the young boy started the rather degrading task of licking all the cum off the boy that had beaten him to the prize. After the couple of blasts he had swallowed himself, the monastery boy knew that Bull's cum was not the sweetest he had tasted, and from the grimace on the face of the other lad he could tell he was not alone in this opinion. All the same, the mean streak in Leo was determined the boy would lick up every drop, including some that had leaked down to his cock and balls. It made the teenager immediately erect when he felt the kid's soft lips lapping at his genitals.

"Here is the gold coin," Dino said, and handed Leo the shiny object. As the son of a minor noble, Leo was the one who least needed it, but the archdeacon, who simply thought he was another street urchin, was not to know that. "In addition to this, you also win the pleasure of spending a night of passion with myself." The boy thought it was rather pretentious of the man to consider this a prize, but Leo was pleased all the same, as it would give him a better chance of seeing it he could find anything to connect the cleric with the murder of the abbot.

"As for you," Dino said, once more addressing the eldest orphan boy. "You win the second prize, which is a night with Bull. Since you missed out on a place amongst the fuckees this evening, I imagine your ass is itching for a good buggering, I know how much boys your age enjoy it. Once Bull's recovered, I assure you he is capable of serving you well." The young boy looked over at the now softened penis of the large bodyguard. It didn't look so fearful in that state, though the lad had no doubt that it would return to its former dimensions before it was rammed up his butt. From the rather apprehensively look on his face, it was obvious that he was not too sure that he wanted second prize.

A big smile passed over Bull's face as he swept the boy up in his strong arms, and kissed him gently on his face. He then turned and departed the room carrying his pleasure boy with him. Leo felt a bit sorry for the young orphan, but thought he deserved it for the way he had rather brutally fucked Leo's own mouth earlier that evening. One thing was certain, by the end of the night the boy would have an enlarged butthole to go with his oversized prick.

The archdeacon put his hand on Leo's shoulder, and whispered softly into the boy's ear. "For our pleasure tonight, we will need another boy, I'll let you choose him." The teen immediately pointed out his friend, Fabio, and Dino beckoned him over and told him he too would stay the night.

"Monsignor, you will surely want to have someone to entertain you in your bed tonight. Choose which one you would like, or pick several if you would prefer."

The elderly man had unfortunately only managed to get half erect so far that night, despite the wild erotic entertainment he had been viewing. With this in mind he picked the elder of the street urchins, and the youngest church boy.

"I hope that if I get this virulent teenager to fuck me, I might get hard enough to perform the same service to the young boy here," the old man said, and he tapped the head of the cute lad he had chosen. The Archdeacon then addressed the remaining boys.

"The rest of you can now go, I'll get Gianluca to take you all home."

Dino hit a small gong and a manservant entered. He was told to go and fetch Gianluca, and he immediately left to do as he was ordered. Those that were leaving then got dressed, but Leo and Fabio were told just to gather up their clothes and wait until the archdeacon was ready.

When Fabio looked at his young friend, he could see from the smug smile that the boy was very pleased with himself at his victory.

"Not bad for a monastery lad," Leo whispered.

"Well you did all right I reckon, but don't forget you were meant to win right from the beginning."

"Eh! how did you know that?"

"From the way the archdeacon was eyeing you, I knew he wanted you for his bed tonight. It was easy enough for him to fix the scores to ensure you were one of the winners. No doubt Bull had been told in whose mouth he was to cum, and with archdeacon Dino holding the bell, he only had to wait for his bodyguard to make the signal that he was going to shoot soon, and he got you into the action."

Leo thought the other boy was just saying that because he was jealous that he got beaten. Yet, when he thought it over, he realised what Fabio said did make some sense. Looks like the man was certainly a schemer, just the type to plot a murder the boy thought.

Shortly after those that were leaving had got dressed, Gianluca returned with the youngster he had taken with him. The boy was still nude, so he guessed the child would be sleeping the night with Gianluca when he returned. The blond boy had a really sexy body, with a lovely bottom that would please any man with a lust for boy flesh. Leo noticed that the boy looked a lot happier than earlier in the evening, no doubt he had enjoyed some of the things Gianluca had done with him. From the rather awkward way the boy walked, it was obvious that the man had seen to his own pleasures as well.

Gianluca handed a small pouch to the two young men, and each of the street boys, which Leo assumed was their payment for the night. The poor church orphans got nothing but a pat on the back, and a kiss from the archdeacon. No doubt he considered that the church did enough for these boys in giving them a roof over their head, and food each day. Participation in such activities, as what had just happened, the man considered to be part of their duties.

Eventually only the archdeacon, Leo, Fabio and the young pageboy were left in the large room. The man beckoned to the boys to follow him, and so the three nude figures, each carrying a small bundle of clothing, followed him through one of the adjoining doors, down a short corridor, and into a large lavishly decorated bedroom. As well as a king-sized bed, and numerous wooden wardrobes, the room also boasted a number of pornographic paintings, vases, and statues, mostly showing beautiful young boys sucking or being buggered by men with large penises.

Firstly Dino undressed, removing all his jewellery and placing them in a locked draw. He put his robes in one of the wardrobes, and soon stood before the boys as naked as they were. He certainly did not have a body to boast about, with hairy legs and arms, and an over large stomach showing the signs of having enjoyed many a lavish meal. Still he had a reasonable sized penis, although it was currently just partly swollen. This started to stiffen as he examined the beautiful boy flesh that he was going to be enjoying. The archdeacon wandered over to Leo, and hugged the boy to him. He pressed his lips hard to the youngster's face, and his tongue invaded the boy's mouth. Dino rubbed his loins against the Leo's belly, rapidly bringing the cleric's cock to its full length. The man continued to kiss the boy as his hands roamed over his soft body, paying particular attention to his lovely smooth buttocks. The other two boys had some wait before this coupling was finally broken, and Leo spent a few seconds gasping for air, as his lips were finally liberated from those of the archdeacon. The teenager was also sporting a hard penis, no doubt the effect of all the caressing his body had been given.

Dino continued to stroke Leo's face and hair as he spoke. "You have a lovely body my boy, and I have seen how well you can take a prick up your pretty rear, I now want to see if you can fuck as well as you can get fucked." The man then looked over to Fabio, and said. "Go and lie on the bed with a pillow under your belly."

Fabio did as he was commanded, and then the archdeacon led the younger teenager over to him, so that he stood between the offered boy's legs, that were currently dangling over the side of the bed. Fabio wiggled his ass at his friend invitingly, and the boy wasted little time positioning the head of his cock against the teenager's pink asshole. A couple of quick stabs and he was inside, and he quickly started fucking his mate at a steady tempo. Dino lay down beside the couple, and started to watch the scene, occasionally reaching over to caress or kiss the boys. The young pageboy was ordered to suck the man's hard penis whilst he occupied himself with touching and watching the elder boys. After a long hard fuck, Dino told the two young teens to swap places, so he could once more watch Leo get his ass fucked. He was constantly asking them to change positions, and seemed to particular like watching Fabio spearing his younger friend from the front, whilst the two boys kissed passionately. He then ordered the boys to form a 69, and he watched them suck each other's straining pricks. Throughout all this the little head of the eight year old continued a steady pace as it bobbed up and down on the man's prick. It was this, and the excitement of watching the boys, that persuaded the man that he was finally getting close. He got up, and roughly hauled Leo off the other boy, and positioned him so that he was on all fours on the bed, with his soft young butt facing out.

"Now I'm going to fuck your lovely ass until I cum," the man announced, and seconds later had buried his rock hard rod in the boy to the hilt. His strokes were slow to start, but soon the pace picked up. Leo closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations in his ass, and his hand dropped down between his legs, so that he could wank himself whilst he was fucked. He was most surprised when he felt his hand being prised away, and seconds later felt some soft lips wrap around his boy meat. Leo opened his eyes, and was astonished to see the young page, lying on his back, his head underneath the older boy as he sucked away. Leo watched the boy's cute little face, but the child's eyes were as expressionless as ever.

Meanwhile Fabio was sitting back watching the whole thing. His cock was still rock hard, but he seemed unsure of what to do now that the Archdeacon had claimed his playmate. Dino seemed to read the boy's mind.

"Well boy," he said to Fabio, "What are you waiting for, starting fucking that little fox," and with a nod of his head he indicated the young kid currently sucking on Leo. The 14 year old seemed a bit uncertain, the child looked too young to be buggered, and he didn't want to hurt him. Once again Dino read his mind.

"Don't flatter yourself boy, bigger cocks than your small one have been up my page, now start fucking him now."

Immediately after the man had finished these words the young boy pulled his legs back and up, and using his hands prised his small ass cheeks apart. The invitation was all Fabio needed, and as his hard cock was straining for somewhere warm to enclose it, his hormones overcame his inhibitions, and he positioned himself between the child's legs. Fabio was surprised how easily he slid his cock into the boy, and groaned in pleasure as the kid's tight ass muscles closed down on his pole. Since he was fucking the boy, Fabio decided he could take other liberties, so he started running his hands all over the youngster's silky smooth body. He had never fucked a boy of this age before, and he was soon loving the feel of banging against the child's soft rump with each stroke.

The fucking picked up in tempo, and soon all that could be heard was the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and the groans and cries of the participants. Sweat was dripping from the two fuckers as they banged away without a break. As Dino slammed ever faster and faster into Leo, the boy's butt was beginning to ache, but at the same time he could feel his own orgasm starting to build. Fabio was the first to cum, and he pulled out of his young fuckee, and sprayed his load over the child's chest, belly and even on his tiny genitals. Once he had shot he collapsed down and lay panting on the bed.

"Oh, my crooked tooled friend, how you would have enjoyed buggering this boy," Dino suddenly shouted as his passions reached fever pitch. "What a pity you had to be put down." With that said he started to cum, and blasted wave after wave of sticky cream straight into Leo's ass. When he had finally emptied his balls, he groaned out load, and pulled out of the boy, before staggering to the far end of the bed, where he dropped down and closed his eyes.

Although the archdeacon's withdrawal was some relief to Leo's battered ass, it left him feeling rather empty, and he could sense his own orgasm, which had been teetering on the brink, start to subside. His initial sense of disappointment however was soon dispelled as the young child below him continued sucking away, and after the man's withdrawal the sucking considerably increased in pace. Leo just relaxed and let the beautiful sensations take over, and pretty soon he was filling the child's mouth with his sweet boy cum.

Leo remained in position until the pageboy had shuffled out from under him. The child glanced over to the teenager, and twisting his tongue round his lips, licked up the small amount of cum that had leaked out of his mouth. For a few short moments during which he once more gave Leo that eerie detached stare, he crawled over to the archdeacon, curled up beside him, and fell asleep.

Leo also lay down, and he remained still for a moment as his post orgasm feelings slowly subsided. It was only at this time that his mind cast back to the rather odd thing Archdeacon Dino had shouted shortly before he had blasted his load into the boy's bowels. What had he meant by his crooked tooled friend? Leo thought about it for a while, before his mind suddenly flashed back to the time him and Marco had served the abbot and his nephew whilst they dined. He had seen Father Francisco's erect penis as it was sucked by his little friend, and he remembered the strange bend it had had in it. Surely the archdeacon had to be referring to the abbot when he mentioned his crooked tooled friend. Yet what had he meant with the second part of his ranting, namely that he had to be put down. Put down where? the boy mused. Then it struck him of another, more serious possible meaning. When Leo's father had ordered that a horse or some animal be killed due to a bad injury or disease, he had said put the thing down. That could be the only thing Dino meant, that the abbot had to be killed. This revelation had the boy reeling, Archdeacon Dino had all but admitted that he had killed the abbot. Leo's young heart was pounding by now, but he tried to remain calm and collect his thought. Surely Dino would not have been so stupid as to cry out loud the fact that he was a murderer. Yet again, to almost anyone else, the thing the man had shouted out as he shattered into orgasm would have meant nothing. As far as Dino was concerned, Leo was no more than a simple street urchin. He did not know that the boy was in fact a novice at the dead abbot's monastery, or that he had seen the man's misshapen penis. Leo wondered how Dino knew this rather intimate fact, but it was obvious the archdeacon would have entertained the current Bishop of Milan at some point. Powerful men often did such things, even with their enemies, if they felt it might gain them some small favour, or a political advantage. Given the disposition of both men, no doubt such meetings would have entailed a pederastic orgy at some point, giving Dino a full view of his foe's sexual assets.

At last Leo had found the guilty man, he just had to find some way to prove it. He found himself bursting to tell someone what he had discovered, someone who could help him. Surely, the boy thought, Fabio would have some idea how they could discover some proof. Maybe the boy knew the servants. Perhaps if they asked them, someone will have seen the archdeacon sneak out on the night of the murder. It was a long shot, but he had to try.

The young teenager crawled over to where the elder boy lay, and gently shook him to awaken him from his slumber. Fabio groaned slightly, and tried to move away. It had been a long night for him, and he was eager to be left alone to sleep. Leo persisted, and shook him harder, until he eventually got the boy to open his eyes.

"I've got to talk to you, now," the younger boy whispered.

"What! can't it wait till the morning."

"No, follow me," and with that Leo started to gently tug the boy, and reluctantly Fabio slid off the bed, and the two slipped over to a far corner of the room.

Leo decided the best policy was to be honest. He started at the beginning, by saying where he came from, and who was his old master, and from there proceeded to tell Fabio the entire sorry story. He left very little out, and it was some fifteen minutes later that he finally finished, having explained to the boy the meaning of Dino's screams. Fabio was somewhat taken aback, but seemed to believe what he had heard.

"Well, well, old Archdeacon Dino is a murderer, can't say I'm surprised, I'm sure he's bumped off a few people in his time when he has felt the need."

Leo asked the boy if he knew of anyone that could help them prove the man was the murderer, perhaps had seen him on the night in question, or maybe seen him with the knife, indeed anything that might help. Fabio sat back and thought for a while. Finally he asked his friend.

"Remind me again, when was the abbot killed."

"It was the night of St Stephini's day."

Fabio strained as he tried to remember the day. To a homeless urchin it was easy to lose all track of time, but he did remember that day, as Milan had been buzzing with fairs and activities.

"Of course," he said at last, "as it happens, I was right here that night, helping the archdeacon with another of his sexual parties."

"What, but that's impossible," Leo exclaimed, "surely Dino was not here, he must have slipped away at some point."

"I'm afraid not, once again I spent the whole night with him, me and a couple of other boys. After he had finished with us, he was in no state to go anywhere."

Leo was absolutely crushed, he felt like the whole world was falling down around him. He just couldn't believe that once more his prime suspect was cleared of the crime, simply because he had a prior appointment with some young boy's ass. Despair flooded over him, as his eyes began to fill with tears of frustration.

"Well I don't see what difference it makes to your theory," Fabio said, rather startled by the look of dejection on his friend's face.

"What, of course it does, it means he can not be the murderer," Leo hissed back.

"Well you don't think he would have done the deed himself do you? you really are naive," the boy said with a laugh. "Men like him get others to do their killing for them."

It suddenly struck Leo what an utter fool he had been. All this time he had assumed that the man that had wielded the knife, was also the one that had had the motive for the killing. Yet now it was clear that maybe someone had been paid, blackmailed, or whatever to do the killing on another's behalf. He began to wrack his brain for who this might be. Perhaps there was another member of the Mencini family in the monastery, maybe Bull had been ordered to do the killing. Once more the boys discussed possible ways of gaining evidence, people they could talk to, or anything. When it was clear that they were getting nowhere they fell silent, and as Leo sat thinking, his eyes wandered round the room and came to rest on a smart writing desk in one corner.

"Maybe there is something in there," he said to his friend, and pointed out the desk.

Fabio's eyes almost jumped out when it occurred to him what the younger lad was thinking.

"Are you mad, we can't just go and rummage through the archdeacon's things and hope he won't mind."

"It will only take a minute."

"What if he wakes up! Whilst Dino fortunately does not kill boys for pleasure, and will release us unharmed tomorrow morning, give him a reason, and he will have no qualms about having us dispatched to our graves."

"I've got to have a look, it might be my only chance. If you sit near him and watch him, simply dive on him and start kissing him or something if he wakes up, I'll do the searching."

"No, No, leave me out of this, I'm not going to risk my life trying to save someone I've never met." Leo could see real fear in the eyes of the boy. He knew it was too risky to search the desk without some sort of a look out, he had to persuade Fabio to help him. He thought for a while, then crawling over to his small bundle of clothing he withdrew the gold corn he had won during the evening's orgy.

"Will you do it for this?" he asked.

Fabio gulped hard, his eyes glued to the valuable item. Everyone had his price, and to a poor street urchin that price was a lot lower than a solid gold medallion. At length he nodded, and so Leo handed over the coin, and the plan swung into action.

After Fabio was in place near the sleeping man, Leo crept over to the writing desk, and quietly sat on the comfortable chair before it. There was nothing on the desk itself, so he gently prised open one of the drawers and lifted out some sheets of paper. The top one was a letter, and he noticed that it was still unfinished. The young boy quickly read through its contents. It appeared that the letter was to the archdeacon's sister. Among other things Dino mentioned how much he had enjoyed the visit of her young son, and how much he looked forward to seeing the boy again. Despite his fear over his current position, the teenager had to suppress a smile. He had little doubt that the young nephew had left the place with a wider asshole than he had arrived with.

The other papers were letters addressed to the archdeacon, and the boy quickly scanned through them, but although there were a few showing up various schemes of the local nobility, none were particular damning, and more importantly none concerned the abbot's death. He looked through the other draws, and found similar items, or sometimes financial accounts or the like. When he had searched everything he had spent almost fifteen minutes going through the man's personal correspondence, but had found nothing that linked him with the murder, nothing that could help his friend from his fate. Frustrated he sat back for a while, though he could see in the corner of his eye, a nervous looking Fabio, gesturing to the boy to abandon his search. He was about to do just that, when he noticed that there was quite a big space between the bottom of the desk, and the lower edge of the last draw. Feeling down, he found that the desk was solid underneath, so there had to be space inside the desk below the final draw. He felt around a bit, and was astonished when suddenly a part of the bottom lip came away in his hand. He gently placed this down and peered through the gap he had created. There was an open space within, with some papers inside, he had discovered a secret compartment. Overcome with excitement, the boy pushed his shaking hand inside and withdrew the hidden sheets. Once more he started scanning their contents.

The first two were letters from a friend, and detailed how a plot the two had hatched to ruin another person was developing. Interesting as this was, it hardly helped Leo with his own problems. He picked up a third letter, and started to read through it. As he did so, his eyes start to widen ever further and further, and eventually his mouth dropped open aghast. Finally he had found something!

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