William Rush

The Travels of Antosh Teshna

Part II

Introduction

Of course this barely scratches the surface of everything that has happened and I would heartily suggest that you read the first part of this story before starting on this one. If you have read the first part, then you have most likely found all of this to be quite boring and I apologize. Also this story is a story and not pornography, by that I mean that there is a purpose and plot here. Yes there are sexually explicit scenes, but if you're just looking for something quick and dirty, you'll most likely be disappointed. If you want to read an actual story, then I'm sure you'll enjoy this one.

Chapter 1

I was made aware of this custom on the second week I spent in Suth, Corvin had finally left, intent on fulfilling his vow to deliver young Tohm to his ancestral village to undergo the Ritual of Service. I however stayed behind so I could spend time in the few marketplaces in Suth attempting to find some goods that might be of value in Lithlell.

Urel was of great assistance in these endeavors, being a smart lad who was becoming more confident as each day passed. For the most part, he had slipped from the bonds of slavery, both physically and spiritually and found himself a free boy, with a will of his own. That's not to say he had become unruly, for that would not be a fair characterization, no he had become confident. He still stood two paces behind me, even though I had not requested him to, some habits are hard to break I suppose, but he was more than willing to come to his own defense if he thought something unjust. Which was a bit trifling at times, but I understood the tendency to overcompensate when one is freed of his bindings. Had I not given in to temptation, once I had been freed of the chastity that had been imposed on me? Yes, I understood full well that this was a benefit to him and to myself, for I was certain, no matter how much Urel desired it, that he would not return to Lithlell until he was able to present himself in a fashion that would not have him thrown in the King's dungeon.

It was on one particular day, as I sat under a canopy sipping a particularly delicious tea with a merchant from Kith, that I learned of the troubles in that land. As I said, unrest had come to Kith in the form of an uprising. The nobles of that land, having kept those they believed inferior in a state of perpetual servitude and poverty, were now reaping the fruit of there tyranny. The land was being torn apart, already the King had been forced into exile and the land had been divided into parts, each one led by some warlord or another professing their intentions of peace, while killing all those that had offended them in the slightest when they were in bondage.

Is that not the way of man? I have found that we are capable of infinite cruelty if we are not kept in check, either by our own moral compass or the laws of the land, but, as you know I am often prone to do, I have digressed. Again this man, Butress, a merchant from Kith, had fled that land before much of the turmoil had enveloped it. He had brought his young son with him and intended to start a new life in this village, even if, by his standards it was not perhaps as eloquent as his prior home. His son was a beautiful lad named Kolt, and I say beautiful because there is no other way to describe him. He had the black hair, green eyes and fair skin customary of many Kith, in fact the boy looked very much like the young boys of Lithlell I had grown up with.

It is believed by the scholarly sorts that roam the lands that Kith and Lithlell are the last survivors of the ancient empire of Atlantl. Each of the countries shares the same language, although many words are pronounced differently, and both share similar physical characteristics. For instance there were traditionally two physical types of Kithians, the blonde haired, blue eyed members of the upper cast, and the black haired, green eyed members of the lower class. In Lithlell, although it is not admitted, most dark haired children are treated with a certain prejudice, often referred to as being of Southern decent, which has always struck me as strange since the Lithlellans in Southern Lithlell are also predominantly blond haired. In Kith this prejudice is even stronger, with those born with dark hair denied certain positions in society as well as entry to certain establishments.

Pehaps it was the fact we both were of the ignoble decent that allowed us to converse so freely, for I felt quite comfortable talking to the man, even if he did seem quite anxious. In fact it was while were sipping tea that he would admit to me the source of his anxiety. A conversation that would never leave me.

"Antosh," he said. "What did you see to the east?"

"What do you mean Butress?" I asked.

"Are the lands safe to travel?" He asked.

"I would not go as far as to say safe," I said, "but they can be traveled if the need arises."

"You seem like a good lad Antosh," he said, smiling at me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "May I ask something of you, for I feel as if you are someone that I can depend on if the need arises."

"Certainly," I said, "You may ask, but I cannot swear to anything without knowing the details."

"Of course," Butress said, a sudden seriousness coming over him. "I understand you traveled with a Kuthian mercenary through the lowlands."

"I did," I said, my mind for a moment calling up images of Corvin.

"I need the services of one like him," the man said. "I fear my life is in danger."

"Why would you fear such a thing," I said, almost dismissing the comment.

"You do not know the depth of hatred that exists in my country," the man said in a low voice. "There are those that see my departure as cowardice and treasonous. I have learned my own brother has put a price on my head and that of my son's."

"Why would your brother do such a thing?" I asked, uncertain of the validity of such a claim.

"If I pass from this world," he said, as he made a gesture to the horizon, "then all I have will become my son's. If my son passes, all he has becomes my brother's. You may not think it to see me now, but I was wealthy for a mutt."

"Please," I said. "Do not call yourself that! If you are a dog, than so am I, for we both have the same blood in our veins."

"You are too kind Antosh," the man said, placing my hands in his, looking at me with a most serious expression. "This is not in jest Antosh. The things I speak of are quite real. It is only by happenstance that I came about this knowledge. My brother has come into control of a great deal of land in Kith, he desires to own that legally, for he fears order may be restored soon."

"I am sorry to hear this," I said. "This is a great burden that you carry."

"It is," he said. "And I must ask you, if you can, to share my burden."

"What is it you ask of me?" I said, suddenly worried I might not be as noble as this man professed.

"My son," he said, gesturing to the young lad, "He is only eight years on this world. I could not bear knowing that this might be his last. I have come to study the law and found that if my son is sold into slavery, that he is forfeit of his rights by ancestry."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I wish to sell you my son as a slave," He said, looking at me quite seriously.

"But why me?" I asked. "Do you not know me?"

He laughed, "You mean your dalliances with the fairer boys? I am quite aware."

"Then why would you choose me?" I asked again.

"Because I have not seen any sad boys here," he said. "Neither the ones who have been taken or the ones that have given freely. I know in my heart that the act that you commit is not evil, but rather it is the intent and consequence that is. The boys still sit by you at the festivals, do they not?"

"Yes," I said. "But still. He is not Suthian."

"I only wish he was," Butress said. "That would free my conscious of what I must do."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I will be going back to my home soon," he said.

"Kith?" I asked.

"Yes," Butress replied his face taking on a weight of misery.

"Why would you do such a thing if your brother is so intent on your death?" I asked, thinking this folly.

"The only chance my son has for a future is with the demise of my brother," Butress said. "We both know, if there was any other way, I would not hand you my son. Even if I don't judge you for your lusts, it is not my way."

"You jest," I said suddenly, hoping that the things this man said were not true.

"I wish I did," he said. "When your friend returns, send him my way. As for Kolt, this is the last night he shall be free. If you choose not to take him, I will have to give him to another. As long as he is free, his life is in jeopardy."

I looked at the lithe lad, sitting on the ground, playing with two wooden soldiers, unaware of what the costs of war had placed on his own life, though I could not deny a certain degree of lust within me.

"I can not promise you that I will be chaste," I said. "I must admit to you that I do have thoughts of the boy."

"I know," he said. "I have seen you glance at him. I would not ask you to be chaste, in fact…"

He stopped for a moment and sobbed and in that instance I knew everything he spoke of was true.

"As long as he remains untouched," he continued. "His life would still be forfeit. I am giving him to you so that you will take his body as your own. He must be a slave, not a free boy that is passing himself off as a slave."

"You do not know what you ask," I said.

"Do you think the Kuth have not been through my village?" Butress said, "I am well aware of what I ask."

There was a moment of silence. We both stared at the child, who sensing that he was the topic of conversation had turned his attention to us.

"What is it Pahpee?" The boy asked. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No my dear boy," the man said, smiling at his son, tears welling up in eyes. "You have done everything right, it is I that have done something wrong."

"What have you done wrong?" The boy asked, as he moved to stand next to his father.

"The list is too long to tell," He answered, "But I hope that you will forgive me one day."

"But father," he said, not understanding what his father was speaking of. "I am not mad at you."

"You will be," he said, stroking his sons cheek.

"Let me go," I said, feeling a heaviness on my heart. "You must have more time to think about this."

"Kolt," Butress said. "Do not worry so much about this, go play while I finish up with Master Teshna."

"But father," Kolt said, distressed by the turn of events.

"Do not argue boy," Butress said, pulling his son to him and kissing him on the forehead. "Now go."

We watched as the boy walked off, hesitant, unsure of what was happening.

"There must be another way," I said.

"I have thought long and hard on this," he said. "I was going to turn him over to the village as a ward, but I know he would find little rest at night."

"How can you be sure he'll find rest with me?" I asked.

"Because my dear boy," Butress said, patting my cheek as if I was his child now. "I have spoke to Urel and I know much about you. Perhaps even more than you yourself know."

"I have urges," I said. "It would be wrong of me not to admit this."

"And what man your age doesn't," he said. "Take my son. I will draw up the papers. Don't make me beg."

"I'm not sure," I said.

"His bottom is soft and his hole is tight," the man said. "He has the softest red lips of any boy in the village. No one has touched him, but every man here desires him, even you. I offer him to you and you would deny the boy his future?"

I looked at the man, knowing well he was attempting to stir my lust and conscious at the same time.

"When will you give him to me?" I asked.

"Tonight," He said. "After dinner. Business is poor. I will expect payment, this can't be done without that. There would be too much suspicion. I only ask you release him when he no longer appeals to you."

"I will promise that," I said, "But I can be a hard taskmaster and I am, well, a man of some stature."

"I am well aware," Butress said. "Something like that travels quickly. Just be gentle with him if you can and promise me no harm will come to him and he is yours for a crown."

"A crown?" I said, knowing full well that was too much to spend on a boy, even a boy as beautiful as Kolt. "I will offer twenty dethel, that is fair, and I am doing you the favor remember."

"Favor?" The man said, his instincts for finances taking over. "Why there are men who would climb Toval's Peak to be with that boy."

I looked at him, realizing full well this was meant to ensure that this was a sale according to the letter of the law, "fifty dethel, since I expect the boy to serve me for some time."

He frowned at that comment, but after a moment of silence, agreed.

"Fifty it is," He said, a look of remorse passing over him. "I have the papers already drawn up."

"You knew I would buy him for fifty?" I asked, admiring his prowess as a barterer.

"I knew I would not sell him for less," he said. "That is his worth, if you can place worth on such a beautiful child."

"Sadly everything has a monetary value," I said.

"My love for him does not," he said. "I promise you Antosh, if any harm comes to him, this paper will not protect you."

"There is no need for that," I said. "If I had my way he would be with you. I might want the child, but not enough to deprive him of your love."

"You are a dependable man," Butress said, "If perhaps lacking a bit in morals."

I smiled, "Morals are for those who do not know who they are."

"True," the man said. "So true."

Butress brought out the contract of sale. I read it carefully, as any wise man will, and seeing that it had only stated that which we had already discussed, signed it and promised payment by dusk.

"You shall take him when payment has arrived," the man said. "For now I will spend the time I have with him."

"Butress," I said placing my hand on the man's shoulder, "You own the boy in your heart and once you have sorted what must be sorted, come for your child and he will be yours again."

Butress smiled at me, "You needn't tell me that. Why do you think I chose you of all people. I know what you did for Urel. I know that your heart is as much good as it is bad."

"You have my word," I said, "If not by paper, then by my hand."

He grabbed my hand and shook it, a look of relief coming over him, even as a tear formed in his eye.

"I must go prepare his things," the man said. "Shall he keep his toys?"

"Of course," I said. "He is a boy after all. He shant be deprived of joy. I promise you that."

"That eases my heart," he said. "Thank you Antosh."

"Do not thank me until you have returned for your child," I said.

"Then on that day you will have my thanks," he said.

I returned that night to finish the transaction. Butress was sitting by his door, looking out in the distance, not even noticing my arrival. I handed him the pouch of coins.

"Is he ready?" I asked.

"Yes," Butress said. "But he is distressed. You may need to take a firm hand with him."

"I will be as gentle as I can," I said, understanding how hard this must be for the boy.

"Kolt," Butress said, "Your master is here."

I waited for a moment and when the boy did not appear, I entered the house to find him crouched in the corner. I walked over to him and grabbed the boy by the arm.

"Come boy," I said.

The boy hit me, his small fists beating on my hand and arm, trying to get free. I could see Butress watching. He nodded to me. I quickly pulled the boy's tunic up and landed three firm blows on his bottom. He was silent for a moment, as if in shock, then began to wail as he used his free hand to rub his bottom.

"You will never hit me," I said. "If you do so again the punishment will be much worse."

"Pahpee," the boy said, reaching for his father.

I let him go and he ran over to his father grabbing on to the man.

"You do not understand now my little lizard," he said. "But one day you will."

"I will care for him well," I said.

"I know," he said, lifting his son and holding him in his arms. "I wouldn't have sold him otherwise."

"It is time to go boy," I said.

"Please Pahpee," the boy said, sobbing. "Please."

"He can't do anything for you now," I said, taking hold of the boy. "The contract has been signed."

"Be kind Antosh," the man said.

I turned to the man, trying hard to keep the tears from my eyes, finding it hard to play the part I was forced to.

"I promise you with all that I hold sacred," I said, "That this boy will be as healthy the day you come for him as he is now."

"You will come for me Pahpee?" The boy asked sobbing.

"Of course I will," Butress said, kneeling in front of his son, kissing him on the forehead. "I have told you what must come to pass boy. We must never speak of this again."

"But Pahpee," the boy said.

"Promise me," the man said, holding the boy's face in his hands.

"I promise," the boy said, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Then you must go with this man," Butress said, stroking his son's cheek with his thumb. "And know this, everything that happens to you, is so that we might be together without fear."

"I don't want to leave you Pahpee," the boy said sobbing.

"Nor do I want to leave you my son," he said embracing the boy. "But I love you more than life itself and that is why you must leave."

"Pahpee," the boy said, as his father pushed him to me.

"Come Kolt," I said, taking hold of the boy once more. "You will see your father again, hopefully soon, but you must be a good boy. You are a slave now, regardless of the purpose and I must treat you as one or this will all be for naught."

"Please allow him his modesty," Butress said.

"I will allow him as much as I can," I said. "But we both know what must be done."

Butress nodded, as he watched his son leave.

"Urel will teach him what he must know," I said, looking at the boy. "He will be a much kinder taskmaster than I."

"It is strange to say this, but thank you Antosh," he said, even as his child sobbed in my grip.

"I am sorry," I said. "You cannot know how sorry I am."

"I know," he said. "I can see it better than you think. Now go, before this falls into shambles."

I left pulling the screaming boy by the arm. People along the streets watched the scene. The boy did not cease to struggle for his freedom, even after I reached the inn.

"You cannot carry on like this," I said to the boy. "There are others staying here and it would be rude of you to disturb them, even if you are distressed."

"You can't tell me what to do," he said, defiantly, staring up at me, anger in his eyes.

I knew at that moment what must be done, or perhaps what my heart wanted to do. I grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him inside the inn.

"I apologize for the noise," I said to the few men and women inside. "I've just purchased the boy and he isn't quite ready to give up his freedom."

"Be gentle with the lad," a woman said.

I turned to find that it was Mara speaking to me, a young Suthian lass, about my age that I had spent time talking to since I had arrived.

"I am trying my dear," I said. "But the lad seems to wish to test my patience."

"I pray that one day you are not put in this position," Mara said. "For I'm sure you would struggle as well."

"A man does not submit to slavery by love," a man said. "But by the leash."

"Shut up Cush," Mara said.

"He is right Mara," I said, still holding the sobbing boy by the hair. "Will you stop struggling and be a good boy?"

"No," the boy said, even as I held him firmly by his hair.

"This must hurt boy," I said. "Do you wish me to hurt you?"

"You will hurt me anyways," the boy said. "Like you've done to the other boys. I know who you are."

"That is enough," I said, lifting the boy by his hair 'til he stood on his toes, "You will never speak to me like that again. You are my slave, boy, the sooner you understand that, the sooner you will find peace."

The boy sobbed and wailed as I held him there, his hand pawing at my arm, trying to gain purchase and freedom.

"Please Antosh," the boy wailed.

"Master," I said. "Antosh is what free boys call me."

"Please Master," the boy said. "Please let me go, I'll be good."

I lowered the boy back to the ground. He stood there sobbing rubbing the top of his head with his free hand, as I held him by the arm.

"I never thought you to be such a man Antosh," Mara said. "Or should I call you master too?"

"Are you my slave?" I asked, as she looked at me in such a way I had not seen before.

"May the gods have mercy on you," she said.

"You do not understand what you speak of Mara," I said. "Or you would know better than to question my motives in this."

"I know as much as I need to," she said, spitting on the ground in front of me.

"Come now lass," a man said. "No need for that, would you rather have him sold to the Kuthians?"

She stared at me, then the boy, and without saying another word left.

"Don't take it too heart lad," the innkeeper said. "Some people don't understand the ways of the world."

"I know," I said, still holding on to the sobbing child, looking down at him still rubbing his head.

"Look at me Kolt," I said, the boy hesitated then stared up at me. "You must do what I say, for your own good. I am going to be as kind to you as I can, but if you misbehave you will be punished, just as your father punished you."

"If you're lucky," a man said, as he walked by, a look of contempt on his face.

"I ask that you keep your words to yourself," I said, "rather than rile the child anymore than he is already."

"Fine," he said. "Will you be buying any more children or is he going to be enough for you tonight."

"I asked you kindly," I said. "You are speaking of things you have no understanding of."

"I understand," the man said. "I'll be speaking to the elders tomorrow. If you're lucky you'll be able to stay until tomorrow afternoon before they force you to leave."

"Do what you must," I said, turning from the man as I led the boy towards my room.

"Try not to tear the boy to pieces," the man called out after me.

I said nothing. I had learned that oftentimes it is for the best.

Chapter 2

"Hello Kolt," Urel said, walking over to us as he saw the tears in Kolt's eyes. "You mustn't carry on."

"I must take the contract to the elders tomorrow," I said, intentionally avoiding any more conversation about the ethics of my actions, "The purchase has been finalized."

"Of course, sir," Urel said. "You do not have to explain this to me."

"I know," I said.

"Will he be staying with you tonight?" Urel asked.

"I think he should be under your care," I said.

"Of course sir," Urel said. "I will teach him everything he must know."

"Please don't call me sir," I said.

"If I call you sir," Urel said. "It is not out of contempt, but to make it easier for the boy."

In that moment I realized that Urel was perhaps the best person to choose for this task. Yes he was still a lad of barely thirteen, but he was also kind and caring, and most of all sympathetic. I had never known the yoke of slavery, even if, as most have, I had been held under the yoke of servitude.

"When shall you be with him?" Urel asked, causing the boy to look at me, fully aware of what were were speaking of.

"No need to hide your meaning," I said. "Apparently the boy has already heard of what is expected of him."

"Please sir," the boy said. "I don't want your thing up my bottom."

"Well," Urel said. "The first thing we'll work on is calling them by their proper terms. The second is to make you fully aware of your purpose now. Do you know what your purpose is Kolt?"

The boy looked at Urel and shook his head.

"Your purpose is to please your master," Urel said.

"But Urel…," the boy started to say, only to have Urel slap him across the face.

"Master," Urel said, as the boy sobbed, holding his cheek. "You will call every free man Master and every free woman Mistress. "

"Was that necessary?" I asked, beginning to doubt his methods.

"Sir," Urel said, staring up at me with all the seriousness his thirteen year old frame could muster, "If you wish me to train your slave, then please do not question my methods. I ask that you trust that I know what I am doing. He will not be the first boy I've taught in this way."

I stared at him for a second, wondering if I should nip the impertinence in the bud, then realizing it was probably for the best.

"Fine," I said, after a moment, "But I trust you will leave certain lessons to me."

"Of course, sir," Urel said, as he looked at Kolt. "Slave, go fetch a bowl of water so that we might clean your face and feet. You cannot be expected to sleep with your Master in that condition."

"But…," the boy started, only to see Urel raise his hand again, "Master Urel, must I sleep with Master tonight?"

"You are a slave now," Urel said. "You must sleep where and when you are told to. Now go fetch the water or I shall have you fetch a strap instead."

The boy blanched and headed towards the door, opened it, and left.

"How can you be sure he'll not run away," I said.

"I can't," Urel said. "But even if he does, he'll just return to his father's house."

I don't know why, but for a second the thought of throwing Urel on the bed and ravaging him came to mind, something I had not thought of for some time.

"Have you really trained two other slaves?" I asked.

"I was my master's…," Urel started to say, then stopped in order to correct himself, "the blacksmith's oldest slave. I was expected to teach each new one his duties."

"That must have been hard for you," I said, suddenly feeling very cruel.

"No harder than it will be for him," Urel said, "But Butress has told me what must be done. He was afraid you would say no. He thought I might have some sway over you."

"He did, did he?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes," Urel said, with a frown, "But I know I lost that sway when my seed thickened."

"I wouldn't say that entirely," I said, smiling at him, as I ran my hand down his side.

He looked at me with longing, "Please don't tease me master."

"You shouldn't call me that," I said smiling, remembering a time before.

"But I must," He said, reaching down with his young hands to stroke my stiffening penis through my trousers. "Your body has made me it's slave."

"What about the boy?" I said as I pulled him close.

"If he returns he'll learn more of what he is expected to do," Urel said, still stroking my penis with one hand and loosening my trousers with his other.

"I'm here master," Kolt said in a frightened voice, letting us no he had returned, and perhaps hoping we'd send him away.

Urel pushed away from me and smiled as he licked his lips to tease me.

"Put it down on the table and sit," Urel said, following behind the boy. "That was a good job Kolt, you remembered to say master and you got the water faster that I'd guessed you capable of."

"Father has me get water," the boy started, then his eyes started to sadden again.

"Now, now," Urel said, putting his hand on top of the boy's head, guiding him to a chair. "Have a seat. We'll go see your father tomorrow before he leaves."

"We will?" He asked.

"Of course," Urel said. "Did you think we'd keep you from your own flesh and blood."

The boy shrugged, and said, "I don't want to leave him."

"I know," Urel said. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"What… master," he said remembering what he was supposed to say.

"When I was your age my father sold me as a slave," Urel said.

"Really?" Kolt said.

"Yes," Urel said. "And I was very frightened too and I missed my father so much I thought I'd die from loneliness."

The boy looked down at the ground his shoulders slumped, his mind stricken with sadness.

"But do you want to know something else?" Urel said.

The boy looked at him and after a moment nodded.

"I wasn't sold to Master Teshna," Urel said. "I was sold to another master, a fat man who was mean and cruel."

"Really?" Kolt said, surprised. "How did you become free… master?"

"Master Teshna bought my freedom," Urel said, "because he loved me."

"Will Master Teshna free me too?" The boy asked, almost pleading.

"Yes, when the time comes," Urel said. "But your father told you why this has to be, didn't he?"

The boy nodded then sniffled.

"Then why are you doing this?" Urel asked.

"What master," the boy asked.

"Making your father so sad," Urel asked. "Do you think he wanted to sell you?"

The boy shrugged again.

"That's not an answer," Urel said. "Do you think he wanted to sell you?"

"No," the boy said, stifling a sob.

"Why did he sell you then?" Urel said.

"So Uncle wouldn't hurt me," the boy said.

"Yes," Urel said. "But that's our secret and now I'm going to tell you another secret, okay?"

The boy looked at Urel and waited.

"I'm still master Teshna's slave," Urel whispered, acting as if I couldn't hear him. "But not because he makes me, he doesn't even know. I'm his slave because I love him."

"He's a boy," Kolt whispered, "You can't love boys."

"You can love anyone you want to," Urel said.

"But you don't call him Master," Kolt said.

"That's because he asked me not to," Urel said. "Because he knows I love him and wont leave him ever."

I looked at my precious Urel and could not stop the tears from forming in my eyes. I wiped them before either of the boys could see.

"Sir," Urel said, "Why are you crying?"

"I wasn't crying," I said, sniffling a bit. "It's the dust in this room."

"Of course sir," Urel said, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Kolt," Urel said. "With master's permission I will give you a choice."

"What do you mean a choice?" Kolt asked, a bit doubtful.

"I will explain to you, what you can do," Urel said. "And you can decide your future, but once you've decided there will be no going back, it'll be done, okay?"

The boy nodded.

"You can stay with Master Teshna and me," Urel said. "And we will treat you as a little boy slave and not an animal like my master treated me or you can become a ward of the City and they will take you to the valley for the right of service and after that you will be required to sleep with all the men in the town whenever they ask."

"Can't I go back with my father?" The boy asked.

"Does your father want you to go back?" Urel asked.

"Yes," the boy said.

"Yes, and?" Urel asked.

"He loves me so he wont take me back," the boy said with a sob.

Urel wrapped his arms around the little boy and pulled him close.

"You're a very smart little boy," Urel said. "Do you want to stay with us or become a ward?"

"All the men?" The boy asked.

"Yes," Urel said. "You would get used to it after awhile."

I was surprised that Urel would encourage him, not understanding as well as he did, the way the boy's mind worked.

"Even the fat ones?" The boy asked.

"Yes," Urel said, which I knew was a lie. "And when you are bad, they will punish you, just like master and I will punish you."

"Then I will stay with master," the boy said suddenly, "I don't want to be with the fat men."

"Are you sure?" Urel asked.

"If I cannot be with my father," the boy said. "I would like to be with you."

I knew that the boy wasn't talking about me, but rather Urel. I said nothing though, realizing that Urel had made more progress with the boy in five minutes than I could've in a lifetime.

"I'm very happy to hear that," Urel said, giving the boy a hug. "Do you know what that means?"

"That I have to be a slave," Kolt said, "And serve Ant… Master Teshna."

"Yes," Urel said. "And if you don't do what you're supposed to, what will happen?"

"I'll be punished?" Kolt said.

"Yes," Urel said. "So I ask you again, do you wish to stay with Master and me?"

"Yes," Kolt said, not even hesitating.

"Then I will teach you what you need to do to be a good slave," Urel said.

"Can't I just pretend to be a slave?" Kolt asked.

Urel laughed, and said, "You can pretend to be anything you want, but you will still be Master's slave."

"I will be the master's slave then," Kolt said.

"Then you should apologize to him," Urel said, as he washed the boy's face with a damp cloth.

"I'm sorry master," Kolt said.

"What are you sorry for Kolt," Urel asked.

"For making a fuss and not listening," Kolt said.

"I forgive you Kolt," I said. "But if you wish to stay with us you'll have to obey. I don't want to tire out my arm beating you."

Kolt blanched and looked Urel.

"You'll be good," Urel said. "You wont have to worry about that, will you?"

Kolt shook his head, watching as Urel washed his feet.

"Then," Urel said as he finished washing the boy's feet. "I will show you tonight, something that makes Master Teshna very happy, so that you can say you're sorry properly."

Chapter 3

"How to play with Master," Urel said.

"You mean touch his nail," Kolt said, a bit frightened.

"Yes," Urel said. "But his nail is more like a very big spike."

I laughed, as I watched the two boys together.

"Now take off your clothes," Urel said. "You wont be needing them anymore."

"I like my clothes, mother made them for me," the boy said feeling very sad, remembering for a moment the second parent he had lost.

"Well then," Urel said. "We'll have to make sure we keep them safe and clean then."

"You wont throw them away?" Kolt asked, frightened.

"No," Urel said. "No matter how bad you are, no matter what you do, you can always keep your clothes."

"But I can't wear them?" Kolt asked.

"I'm sorry Kolt," Urel said. "But a slave can only wear a loincloth or wrapping."

"You know," I said, looking at the boy entering another despair. "It does get quite chilly, I see no reason why he can't wear his clothes so he can stay warm."

"You are very kind sir," Urel said, then turning to the boy added, "my master threw my clothes away the same day he bought me."

"Come now," Urel said, pulling the boy's tunic over his head. "Lets get you undressed."

I sat on the bed, watching as Urel removed the boy's trousers, he seemed to know I was watching so he did it very slowly, as if to tease me. I nearly groaned when I saw the small soft circumcised penis come into view. His body was nearly perfect. He was slim, with pink nipples. His hips were narrow, and I could not help but admire how smooth his tummy and chest were, that, combined with his dark shoulder length hair and green eyes, made him absolutely gorgeous.

"You're a very cute boy," Urel said, then facing the boy towards me asked. "Sir isn't he a cute boy?"

"I don't know," I said, watching the boy cover his crotch. "I can't see all of him."

Urel slapped the boy's hand, causing him to yelp and expose his penis and balls.

"You must never cover yourself when you are naked," Urel said. "That is as much your Master's as the rest of you and he should be able to see it whenever he wants."

"I'm sorry," Kolt said.

"No need to be sorry," Urel said. "Just don't do it again or you'll be punished."

The boy nodded.

"Go over to Master Teshna so he can get a better look," Urel said, pushing the boy towards me.

The boy walked slowly towards me and then stopped just outside my reach.

"Stand next to Master Teshna," Urel said, walking towards us.

The boy stepped forward 'til he stood right in front of me, I looked at him and reached up to stroke the boy's hair. He flinched.

"I wont hurt you," I said, feeling how soft his hair was.

The boy stood there, trembling. Urel stood behind him and then reached around to the boy's penis and began stroking it, causing the boy to gasp.

"When you are in your master's bedchamber," Urel said. "You should always be stiff, in case Master Teshna wants to play with you."

I could tell that Kolt was clearly uncomfortable, his hands instinctively moved to his penis. I grabbed them and pulled them away.

"Don't cover it," I said. "I like to look at it."

"I'm sorry Master," Kolt said. "It's just it tickles."

I laughed, and said, "Before the nights over I'm sure it'll tickle a bit more."

He smiled halfheartedly as Urel's deft touch caused his little penis, barely two and half knuckles long, to jut out in front of him. Urel looked at me and nodded down to the boy's penis. I reached out and took it in my hand, feeling how impossibly soft and stiff it was. As I continued to stroke the boy, Urel removed his shirt and wrap. For the first time I noticed that Urel had no hair on his body, except for the hair on his head.

Urel noticed the surprise on my face and said, "Ms. Vonus had some extra dumar cream and let me have it."

"But why would you do that?" I asked, "you wont be able to grow hair again 'til next winter."

"Because I thought you might want to be with me if I wasn't so hairy," the boy said, suddenly acting very shy.

"Urel," I said, pulling the naked boy to me, looking at his smooth stomach and chest, how the first signs of manhood were presenting themselves, the firm stomach and toned muscles.

"I love you Master," he said, "smiling down at me."

"I have not treated you well Urel," I said. "Not as well as you deserve."

"Yes you have," Urel said, sitting on my lap, looking at the small boy in front of us. "And I know you will treat Kolt well too."

Kolt looked at us, obviously confused.

"Kolt," Urel said, "Climb up on the bed and sit."

"Why…," he started to say, but then seeing the look in Urel's eyes, thought better of it.

I stifled a laugh as I saw him launch himself on the mattress.

"Don't jump Kolt," Urel said, then with a sly smile added. "They'll be time for bouncing later on."

"He knows what you're talking about," I whispered, causing him to frown.

As Urel sat on my lap I looked at him closely and realized he was very much the boy I had fallen in love with five months ago. I felt immense guilt for abandoning the boy's affection. How could I treat a boy that was so loyal to me that he would remove the one thing about his body he took the most pride in, just so he could be with me.

"You know, I do love you Urel," I said, staring into the boy's serious face. "If you thought for a moment I didn't that's not true. And I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I know master," he said, laying his head on my chest.

"You don't have to call me master," I said.

"I want to," Urel said, smiling.

I leaned down and kissed the boy on the forehead.

"Now," Urel said, suddenly standing up. "It's time to make our master happy."

Kolt sat huddled on the edge of the bed watching us. I'm certain, he felt he'd taken on more than he bargained for. Urel pushed me so I lay back on the bed and smiled again, then glanced at Kolt.

"Watch what I do Kolt," Urel said. "You'll have to do this next time."

Kolt nodded and watched as Urel slowly unfastened the cord to my trousers, then reached inside to stroke my already stiff penis. He giggled, when he realized how hard I was.

"Is that hard for him or me?" he asked.

"For you my little rose," I said smiling at the boy.

He smiled back as he tugged on my trousers. I lifted my hips up so he could pull them free of my body. I heard Kolt gasp as he finally saw the thing that he had heard so much about. Urel took my penis, which was just over nine and a half knuckles long into his fist and stroked it. I was surprised he had not started sucking it, but then I saw he was watching Kolt.

"See," Urel said, "When it's hard like this, that means you're making Master happy."

Kolt just nodded and for a second I stared at him wondered if this was too much for a boy just taken from his father. Urel seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Master," Urel asked trying to redirect my attention as he continued to stroke. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," I said, smiling at him, "It feels very good."

"See how the tip cries," Urel said, as a drop formed at the tip of my penis.

Kolt arched his neck forward to see, but couldn't.

"You can come closer to see if you want," Urel said, smiling at the boy.

I felt Kolt slowly crawl along the bed 'til he sat by my side.

"Lay back master," Urel said, pushing against my chest 'til I lay down.

Urel held my cock up in the air, using his thumb to force more fluid out.

"When that fluid comes out," Urel said. "It means it's happy."

"I thought you said it was crying," Kolt said, looking at my cock closely.

"It just looks like it's crying?" Urel said, looking at the young boy.

"Is it pee," The boy asked.

"No," Urel said, grabbing my balls. "It comes from here."

"It's very big," Kolt said, looking at my penis carefully, "That wont fit inside me."

"Well it's not going to go inside of you until it fits," Urel said. "But 'til then we can do other things to make it happy."

"Like what," Kolt said, obviously nervous.

"Well," Urel said, running his hand up and down my length. "We can stroke it."

"Does that make it feel good?" Kolt asked.

"Yes," I said, groaning.

Urel gave me nasty look and I realized only my cock was a part of this conversation.

"Yes," Urel said, "It makes it feel good."

"How does it feel good by rubbing it?" Kolt asked.

"Well it just does," Urel said. "Didn't yours get stiff when I rubbed it?"

"Yes," Kolt said.

That's because it was starting to feel good," Urel said.

"It tickled," Kolt said.

"If I kept doing it," Urel said, as he stroked my cock, producing more fluid, "It would've felt really good."

"Really?" Kolt asked.

"Yes," Urel said, looking at the boy. "Here touch it."

Kolt looked at my penis, thinking about Urel's request.

"It wont hurt you," Urel said.

"But it's sticky with his stuff," Kolt said.

Urel leaned over and licked a dollop from the end of my penis.

"See," he said, to the younger boy. "It wont hurt you."

"Yuck," Kolt said, as he shivered and giggled.

"What's yucky?" Urel said.

"That's where he pees," Kolt said.

"He's not peeing now," Urel said.

"Doesn't it taste like pee?" Kolt asked.

"No," Urel said.

"What does it taste like?" Kolt asked as he moved closer, his face almost close enough for me to feel his breath.

"Taste some," Urel asked.

"I don't want to lick it," Kolt said.

"Then put some on your finger," Urel said.

"You do it again," Kolt said, becoming mesmerized by the process.

Urel leaned over and this wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock and sucked out juice for a few seconds before moving his mouth away.

"Mmm," Urel said, smiling at Kolt.

Kolt looked at him for a second, shocked, and then laughed. "Come on," Urel said, "Just get your finger wet, then taste it."

Kolt looked at Urel, then sat up again, distancing himself from my cock. I thought Urel had scared him. Then suddenly Kolt poked his finger at the slit at the end of cock, almost sticking it inside, then brought it out and stared at the sticky juice.

"Taste it," Urel said, giggling like a small child.

Kolt smiled a devilish smile and put his finger in front of Urel's mouth.

"You taste it first," he said.

Urel smiled and sucked the finger in his mouth running his tongue over the end.

Kolt laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed.

"What's so funny," Urel said.

Kolt just giggled and touched the end of my cock again scooping up more of the sticky juice, then without saying anything he slowly moved his finger closer to his mouth 'til it was just outside. Kolt made sure Urel was watching him, then stuck his finger inside his mouth, after being certain that it didn't taste bad, he grinned, proud of himself.

"See," Urel said. "I told you."

"Did you like that Master?" Kolt asked looking at me.

"That felt very good," I said.

"Do you want me to stroke it," he asked, smiling at me.

I ran my hand up his side and smiled.

"I would love you stroke it," I said.

He giggled and once again slowly reached out, only this time he grabbed ahold of the large rod right below the head. His small hand couldn't wrap around it. He sat there moving his hand up and down, looking at me now and again to see if it was having any effect.

"That feels very good," I said.

"More stuff is coming out," Kolt said, his hand getting sticky from the juices flowing down over the crown.

"Rub it into his dick," Urel said. "So it makes it slippery."

Kolt looked at him for a second unsure, then as if he had decided that it wasn't that big a deal, rubbed his palm over the tip, spreading the fluid around the head, then started to smear it along the shaft, as Urel held the base.

Urel smiled at me, happy with his progress. I learned later that the Fat Man had not been so patient. He had grabbed young Urel by the ear and spanked him 'til he sucked his cock. Then once the fat man was slick with Urel's spit, he had forced himself into the boy's hole, without any other preparation. Even though the Fat Man's cock was much smaller than mine, he was still an adult and it hurt Urel so much he said he thought he was going to die.

Kolt continued to stroke my rod, looking at me occasionally to see if it was feeling good. The small hand felt nice, but there was no doubt this was his first time.

"Here," Urel said, as he put his hand over Kolt's and moved it up over the tip and then back down to the base.

"Oooh," I said, as I felt a rush of pleasure through my cock, more juice dribbled from the tip.

Both boys giggled and Kolt looked on as Urel bent over and licked the juice directly from the slit.

"Mmm," Urel said, as Kolt made a yucky face. "I like the taste."

Urel took his hand off Kolt's and let him stroke my cock by himself. Following Urel's direction Kolt continued to stroke up to the head and then back down to the base, laughing when I moaned. "That feels so good," I said to the boy, smiling at him.

Kolt smiled back and said, "How long do you do it before the cum comes out?"

Urel looked at him surprised, and asked, "Who told you about that?"

"Celden," Kolt said. "He said Master makes a lot."

"He did?" Urel said. "What else did he tell you?"

"That his cock was bigger than a mule's," Kolt giggled.

"It isn't bigger than a mule's," Urel said laughing.

"It's big," Kolt said, a serious expression crossing his face.

"Well did he tell you anything else?" Urel asked.

I was thinking the next time I saw Celden I might ask him to keep certain things between just the two of us, I had no way of knowing that the boys frequently shared details of their encounters with one another in order to prove who was the most brave and skilled.

"He said he took it all in his bottom," Kolt said, then turning to me asked, "Did he Master?"

"He took a lot of it," I said.

"I knew he was lying," Kolt said. "No one could put a mule's pee pee up their bottom."

I laughed, and rubbed the boy's arm, he looked at me and smiled, totally relaxed as he stopped stroking me with one hand and started with the other, apparently his arm had gotten sore.

"Do you like that master," Kolt asked as he started to smear more of my juice on my cock.

"You want to see what the master really likes?" Urel asked.

"Are you going to put it in your mouth?" Kolt asked.

"Did he tell you about that too?" Urel asked.

"He told me about a lot of stuff," Kolt said. "I didn't believe him though. Do you really put it in your mouth?"

Urel smiled mischievously and then bent over my cock and wrapped his lips around the head swirling his tongue around the tip.

"By the gods," I cried out, watching the boy work. I had forgotten how adept he was.

Kolt giggled, and asked, "Does it really feel that good?"

"Yes," I said. "It feels very good."

"Are you going to put it in Urel's bottom," Kolt asked.

"If he doesn't make me cum first, yes," I said, smiling.

"Don't make him cum," Kolt said, "I want to see it in your bottom."

Urel just giggled, never taking my cock out of his mouth, he watched Kolt as he sucked my cock, to see what effect it was having on him. Then after spending a few more moments took it out his mouth and pointed it in Kolt's direction.

"You try," Urel said.

Kolt got a worried look on his face and he looked at me.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I said, "but it would make me really happy."

"Me too," Urel said. "I like watching you."

Kolt beamed with pride, obviously happy being the center of attention. Without any further complaint he leaned over and sucked the end of my cock in his mouth.

"Oh Kolt," I said, causing him to jump.

"Don't stop," Urel said, "You're making him feel good."

Kolt kept sucking my cock, trying to put more in his small mouth. He was only able to get a few knuckles worth in before it touched the back of his throat, but I noticed he didn't gag. I moaned as he seemed to instinctively know where to lick me, bringing out a well of pleasure I didn't expect.

"You're doing real good," Urel said. "He'll shoot if you keep it up."

Kolt took his mouth off my cock, and said, "But I want to see it in your butt."

"Oh, by the gods," I moaned.

"Well lets watch him shoot," Urel said, "Then we can get him stiff again and he can put it in my butt then."

"Like Celden?" Kolt asked.

"Yes," Urel said, "Exactly like Celden."

"I'm putting it in my throat too," Kolt said, looking at me. "Aren't I."

"Yes, Kolt," I said, "You're doing an excellent job."

Kolt smiled again and returned to sucking my cock.

"Kolt," Urel said, "Sometimes the Master likes to guide you while you're sucking his rod, it makes it feel even better."

Kolt looked at me as I gently put my hand on the back of his head and softly guided him off my rod then back on. After he realized I wasn't making him take more than he could handle, he relaxed. I only pushed to far once and even then the boy didn't gag, he just pulled back off my rod and give me a sour look.

"I'm sorry," I said.

He just looked at me, never taking it out of his mouth. I moaned as I felt his tongue run along the length of my cock and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"I'm almost there Kolt," I said. "Unless you want it in your mouth you need to take it out now."

Kolt pulled his mouth off my cock and held it in the air.

"Stroke it," Urel said, "don't stop."

Kolt began to stroke my cock very fast with both of his hands, watching it closely, waiting for the cum to shoot out.

Urel knew that the way he was pointing my cock, the first shot would probably hit the boy in the face, and he was right, as I groaned a thick spurt of cum shot up in the air and splashed across little Kolt's lips and nose, before he could react another shot hit him just below the eye on his left cheek. The contrast of the thick white cum on his pale skin made me groan in ecstacy.

"Oh by the gods," I said, my cock continuing to shoot out gobs of cum in the air, as the boy pointed it away from his body, continuing to run his hands up and down the length.

I moaned as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body, as Kolt's small hands continued to stroke me as the last of the juices ran down the length of my cock, over the boy's hands, and into the hair at the base of my rod.

"It hit me in the face," Kolt giggled, his tongue coming out to taste the juice on his lips.

"You did great," Urel said. "Didn't he master?"

"Oh yes," I said smiling. "Very well indeed. Are you sure that was your first time?"

Kolt just laughed and nodded.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Urel asked.

"When is he going to put it up your bottom?" Kolt asked, still holding my sticky cock.

"As soon as we get it clean," Urel said, leaning over and licking up a thick glob of my seed.

"Eww," Kolt said, scrunching up his nose.

"It's the same stuff you've been licking," Urel said as he continued to suck the cum off my cock.

"No it's not," Kolt said.

"Yes it is," Urel said. "Taste it he said, wiping some from the boy's cheek and putting it in front of his mouth.

The boy opened his mouth and took it inside, then stuck out his tongue.

"I don't like the taste," he said.

"I guess you have to get used to the thick stuff," Urel said, scooping some up with his fingers offering it to Kolt.

Kolt giggled, looking at me as he sucked my come off of Urel's fingers.

Chapter 4

"Yes," I said. "It's alright, we've done this before."

Kolt reached out and tentatively grabbed my penis.

"It's really hard Urel," Kolt said, as if he were warning the older boy.

"It has to be," Urel said, "Or it wont fit inside me."

"Oh," Kolt said, still not grasping the principles.

"Are you ready Urel?" I asked, turning the two fingers I had in his bottom.

"Yes master," Urel said, with a worried look, "but it's been awhile, so please go slow."

"I'll try to," I said, as I leaned forward and touched the tip of my cock to Urel's slightly dilated hole.

It would not be the first time I had been inside of Urel, but it had still been awhile. Although I had doubted that it would be that hard for him to accept me after all the experiences we had together, Urel was again correct. I had to apply a great deal of pressure, and actually hold my cock steady, before it started to push into the boy. Urel grunted as I slipped past the ring of his ass, grimacing a bit, something Kolt took notice of.

"It always hurts a bit going in," I said.

"Celden said it hurt a lot," Kolt said.

"Well don't believe everything Celden says," I said. "After all it's not as big as a mules."

Kolt and Urel laughed at this comment. I held myself steady, allowing Urel to get used to my size before moving any further.

"Are you ready," I asked.

The boy nodded, holding his breath, something he always did when I was opening him up.

"Are you going to put all of it in?" Kolt asked, staring intently at where my cock entered Urel's bottom.

"I'm going to try," I said.

Kolt reached down and ran a finger across the stretched ring of Urel's hole, causing Urel to moan.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Kolt said.

"It didn't hurt," Urel said, looking over at the boy. "Nobodies ever done that before. I was surprised."

"See," I said to Kolt, "It's not that scary."

"It's big," Kolt replied, "I didn't think it was going to go in."

"Well your hole can stretch more than you think," I said.

"Are you going to put a finger in my hole?" Kolt asked.

"Oh Kolt," I said, the image of the young boy naked, bent over, with me pushing my finger in and out of his tight pink little hole, suddenly popping into my head.

"That's means yes," Urel said, giggling, then letting out a hiss, as I pushed in a bit more.

"Too much," I asked.

"I can take it all," he said, trying to be brave for Kolt, I was sure.

"No need," I said, then looking in to his eyes, hoping he got the message I asked, "I don't have to put it all in for it to feel good do I?"

"No Master," Urel said. "I just want to make you happy."

"Well I'm most happy when you enjoy it too," I said, even though we both knew it was a lie.

I was actually most happy when the little boys I was having sex with let out their little yelps and moans. You would say, how cruel that is, but the fact is I've yet to have a boy that didn't come back looking for more. Even after I've been with a boy several times, such as Celden, and each time they beg and cry out because of the pain, they still come back because it is mixed with something else they want, that pleasure and fullness they can't get any other way.

Kolt hadn't experienced that yet, but I knew, before the evening was out, that I would slide at least a finger up his bottom, if not two, and bring the boy to his first orgasm, hopefully a mind numbing one, that would ensure that he wanted another.

I was stroking in and out of Urel's tight passage, looking at the boy's pained expression, realizing he wasn't completely loose yet.

"Do you want me to slow down?" I asked, panting, feeling myself growing close, even though I had just cum less than ten minutes before.

"No," Urel said, "It feels really good. Kolt, please suck me while master fucks my bottom."

Kolt looked at me as if waiting for permission.

"Go," I said, in a commanding voice, "Make Urel come."

Kolt didn't argue, he just dipped his head down to the boy's lap and began to suck on his cock.

I looked down and watched as my cock slid in and out of the hole stretched taught and then just inches away, little Kolt sucking on Urel's cock, his attention drawn to the scene playing out inches from his face.

"Oh, Urel," I said. "You are so tight."

"I'm glad master," the boy said, starting to pant. I could tell he was close to his own orgasm.

I started to fuck Urel harder, stroking slightly upward in order to hit the boy's special button, this caused Urel to whimper as jolts of pleasure ran through his body.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

Urel's eyes were wide and his mouth formed a small oh as he grunted with each thrust of my cock.

"I'm so close master," the boy cried, "Please don't stop."

I wont," I said, thrusting in and out of his bottom, feeling the oil being squeezed out of the tight passage and dripping on the cloth beneath us.

Suddenly Urel cried out and I realized the boy was coming, I placed my hand on the back of Kolt's head, forcing him to stay put as Urel's juices erupted in his mouth. I could see him open his lips around the thin four inch [10 cm] cock, letting the boy's juices shoot up into his mouth and then run out. I had to smile, even though I was so close.

I let go as I felt the first blast of pleasure surge up and out of my cock. I moaned out loud as it splashed inside of Urel, then another.

"Let me see," Kolt said in an excited voice, watching as I pulled out and fisted my cock, pointing it at Urel's own penis, allowing my juices to spill out across the little rod, covering his balls and stomach. I groaned as I continued to shoot my warm seed over his penis and belly. Kolt looked shocked at the urgency of it all.

"Urel," I said, "That was the best in a long time."

"Clean it up Kolt," Urel said.

"All of it," he asked.

"Yes," Urel said. "You can get a drink afterwards to get rid of the taste."

Kolt obediently kneeled down and began slurping up the juices accumulated on Urel's hairless body. I could feel my dick twitch at the sight and wondered if I was going to be able to give it another go, before the night was over. One thing was for sure, I saw Urel in a different light. Maybe my tastes were changing, but I knew that his smooth body and childish face still excited me.

It was at that moment that I realized that the reason I had not found Urel arousing before, was not so much because of Urel's appearance, as it was my guilt. I had developed feelings for the boy and couldn't continue to have him cry out and squirm, without feeling bad afterwards. Now I understood that he wanted to have sex as much as I did and denying him that pleasure, had only been a means to rid myself of the guilt the Church had thrown on me.

Most boys have an insatiable curiosity, Kolt was no different. When he saw that Urel was able to handle such a large rod with very little discomfort, he decided he wouldn't mind seeing what a finger felt like, since that was much smaller.

He knelt in front of Urel, looking over his back as I smeared oil around his little hole. He giggled when I moved my finger in a circle around his anus.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"It feels funny," Kolt said.

"It'll feel good soon," Urel said.

"I guess it feels good," Kolt said, smiling at Urel.

"I'm going to put it in now," I said, applying pressure to the boy's hole.

"Push out like your releasing yourself," Urel said.

I saw the boy's hole spasm and instinctively pushed inward, the tip of my finger slipping inside of the boy. Kolt let out a little grunt.

"Does it hurt," I asked.

"It feels weird," Kolt said.

"What do you mean," I asked.

"It feels like I'm going, but backwards," Kolt giggled.

I smiled, always amazed at the observations boys made. I moved my finger around in a gentle circle just inside of the boy, opening him up before I pushed in more. The boy shifted and breathed in suddenly, his eyes fluttering.

"Do you like it," Urel asked, a little smirk on his face, like he already knew the answer.

"I don't know," the boy said softly.

"Well tell me if it hurts, okay?" I asked.

"Okay," Kolt said. "It doesn't hurt yet."

I rubbed the boy's back softly as I slowly pushed in more of my finger. I had never been with a virgin, Kolt was my first and to be honest, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. It seems strange to admit that on nearly every other occasion I was guided by my young partner, if not openly, then by the sounds they made. Kolt posed a problem, because he was not aware of the subtleties of sex, so he did not know how much he should endure or not endure. So as I continued to work my finger inside of him, he was silent and brave, his face contorted in a half grimace. Every once in awhile, he would try to look back and see what I was doing, and I would smile and ask if he was alright. He would nod and go back to resting his head on his forearms. Finally, after a few minutes, which most likely felt like an eternity for the young boy, my finger was moving all the way in and out of the boy. I started to look for the little button inside of the boy that would allow him to find more pleasure in this moment, and when I found it, the boy nearly shot straight up, his eyes widened and looked at Urel as if he wasn't sure he just felt what he felt.

"Did you like that," Urel laughed.

"That was funny," Kolt said. "What is that?"

"That's your button," Urel said. "If I sucked on your nail while he presses on your button it would feel even better."

"Really?" Kolt asked, the cogs in his mind starting to turn.

"Yes," Urel said, smiling. "It would be so good, we'd have to hold you down so you didn't flop off the bed."

"Master," Kolt asked. "Can Urel suck me while you press my button?"

"Of course Kolt," I said, pulling my finger out of the boy. "Roll over."

The boy smiled and rolled over, showing me his smooth belly and tiny, stiff little prick. I smiled as I pushed my finger in once more, finding much less resistance. As I did I stroked his tiny penis, watching as Urel push the boy's leg down and off to the side. I was amazed at how flexible the boy was, perhaps forgetting my own flexibility at that young age.

Urel took the boy's penis in his mouth and started to move it in and out of his mouth as I pushed my finger inside the boy looking for that spot that would cause the experience to be that much more special. Suddenly the boy twitched and let out a small whimper from deep inside of him. I could see Urel's eyes twinkle, and I wondered why I never did this to him.

"Oh, my," Kolt said, suddenly staring down, his face taking on a half frown, not sure what was happening.

"Weren't expecting that were you?" I said, laughing.

"No," Kolt said. "Don't stop."

I smiled, thinking to myself there was no way I was going to stop, the sight of this little boy squirming beneath our touch was already stirring me to hardness. Kolt was breathing heavily and his stomach moved in and out, as the small muscles fluttered, trying to cope with the new feelings rising up from his body.

Chapter 5

It was a simple design, a small ring that slipped behind my balls, upon which a metal tube was attached. The tube was curved and just large enough for my penis to slip through. The inside of the end the tube there were small spikes, this meant that whenever my penis started to become erect, the sensitive tip would feel incredibly painful, fortunately, because my body was still young, I escaped the fate of the older boys and the uncontrollable nature of the stiffness between their legs. Those times when I did become stiff it would bring tears to my eyes and stifled laughter to whoever understood the cause of my discomfort.

My nanny, Fanta, was the one who held the key to my cage. She often apologized for the folly of the device, but assured me it was better than what I might face from the bishops if they found out about my indiscretions. Of course my nanny would take it off of me during my bath, which only occurred on the last day of the week. For awhile it was merely a nuisance. A year later that all changed.

When I was barely eleven my penis started to thicken and lengthen, it seemed, for no reason at all. Fanny noticed immediately that when she removed the cage, my penis would stiffen, guided by its own desires. She would laugh as I tried to hide the state from her by sinking beneath the water in the tub. She would force me to stand, telling me the water was dirty and I was here to get clean. I would stand there, red faced, hands by my side as she washed me gently with her hands. Causing my stiff nail to twitch. She would smile and pat me on the bottom.

"Poor 'Tosh," she said. "That looks painful."

Sometimes during my bath, if I had been a good boy, Fanta would make up some reason to leave. At first I didn't understand why she did this, then she told me in a firm voice that I was too old to have her wash me down there and I needed to do it myself.

After enough time had passed she would come back to dry me off and if I was still erect, she would place her finger in some magical way below my tiny hairless balls, causing my penis to once again soften. She would smile at me and stroke my hair and tell me that I was a good boy and that this was our special secret, Then she once again would push my balls and penis painfully through the tight ring, slid the tube over the end of my penis, and attach it to the ring. It always ended with a quick click that locked the evil contraption in place. Nanny kept the key to it around her neck.

I found out each of my brothers had shared the special secret with Nanny. She understood that she had control over our sexual urges and that allowing us to only achieve that pleasure if we had been good, was perhaps the best discipline one could wield over a young boy. I loved and hated Fanta for this. It was torturous enough waiting seven days for the chance to achieve that bliss, but on those occasions when Fanta refused to leave, I would often sob asking what I had done wrong. She would remove my cage and slowly wash my cock and balls, running the cloth along the length of my stiffening rod until my body arched in the air seeking release, then just when it seemed it was going to happen, she would would grab my balls in the palm of her hand and squeeze them painfully, causing me to cry out.

"You've been a bad boy 'Tosh," she would say, "You know what that means."

With that, she would continue to squeeze my balls, even as I struggled to free myself and hold me there 'til my little cock had softened again. She would look up at me as she placed the chastity cage back on my genitals and frown. If I missed the chance to release myself for more than a week, it became nearly unbearable, often it was so bad that I could not pay attention or became grumpy, when that happened she would give me a sound thrashing with a strap.

If I continued to have a foul mood she would often come to my room late at night and walk me to the servant's chamber, the young woman and men who served in the house, who previously were sitting and chatting, would become silent as I entered. She would stand me in the middle of the room in my night shirt and look at me.

'Tosh you have been a bad boy and in no way deserve this," she would say. "But I understand you are suffering and I will allow you release, but you must do it here, so they can see what has caused you to behave so miserably."

Most of the time modesty would prevail and I would refuse. Fanta would stare at me and force me to bend over, with my night shirt pulled past my hips, she would thrash me with a strap until I cried, and when she was done, she would take me back to my room without a word, lay me down on my bed and rub oil on my sore bottom. I would sit there, sobbing in shame, as my brothers lay in their beds snickered at my folly.

Those times that I could not stand it anymore, I would just say, "Yes please, Ms. Fanta. I shall be good."

She would pull my night shirt over my head and stand me naked on a chair, then remove my chastity cage, allowing my penis, which was often times already hardening, to come free. I would close my eyes as she pulled my stuff rod down away from my belly and drizzled oil along it's length. Then she would sit with the other servants, smiling, as I bashfully ran my fingers along the lengths of my shaft.

"Use your whole hand boy," the gardner would shout in his course voice. "You wont feel much that way."

I would blush, but follow their directions as I stroked my little rod, begging for the bliss to wash over me. They would laugh as I stood there whimpering, almost crying, my little cock throbbing, a small dash of juice shooting out and landing on the floor.

"Now I'll have to wash the floor," the maid would shout as if she was angry.

Fanta would make me continue to rub my little nob 'til it softened, sometimes it would take forever, and often it would get sore and red, and I would beg her to let me stop.

"You're the one that wished to be naughty," Fanta would say, "Now keep tugging 'til you've got control over that little monster."

Before I was done, a small puddle of juice had formed at my feet. The staff thought it was quite the entertainment. Perhaps the only thing that lessened my misery was when I saw her grab another brother and take them away at night. I knew in my heart what was happening.

If they came back quietly and crawled into their bed, pulling the covers tight to there body, then they had given in to temptation. If they came back and had oil rubbed on their bottom, then it was something else.

Regardless, the cage finally came off when we reached the age of fourteen, which was the age of consent. Even though I stayed at home with my parents, I was considered old enough to make decisions over the use of my body.

But what misery it was, being the youngest, to lay there for four years, as each of my brothers reached that age and then hearing their beds thumping with the rhythms of pleasure, even as my small penis was locked inside a small contraption unable to be released. I was certain my brothers were torturing me on purpose, churning those desires inside of me. Howling in laughter when I hissed or groaned, my penis stiffening against the spikes of the cage.

I think now that those experiences shaped my own desires. I doubted that, if I had not been tormented by Fanta and my brothers, I would be sitting there forcing my finger inside of Kolt, taking such joy in the misery his pleasure seemed to be causing him.

Chapter 6

When he was done, we let him rest for a moment, and when the little bulb of his rod was no longer unbearably sensitive, we brought him to that point again. He had amazing stamina, as most young boys do, Before we laid his limp body back on the bed, we brought the lad to two more orgasms before he begged us to stop. I marveled each time as the boy's rod throbbed, trying to expel seed that was not there.

I stared at him, laying there and without asking pushed his legs back to his knees. He shuddered realizing what was about to happen. Urel looked at me with worry in his eyes, sure that I had lost all reason.

"Kolt," I said. "We shall only try, you're quite loose now, and I know you are every bit as brave as Celden."

"But it will hurt," he said, a look of worry on his face.

"I want this so bad Kolt," I said, "Can we try? I'll put no more than you can handle inside, even if it's just the end."

"You promise Master?" Kolt asked.

"Of course," I said.

"It will hurt a little Kolt," Urel said. "It does the first time, but it will make master happy, so we should at least try, especially since he has made you so happy."

"Only the tip?" the boy asked.

"If that's all you can handle," I said.

Urel moved beside me and grabbed hold of my throbbing rod.

"He's very small," Urel whispered in my ear. "You must go slow."

I stared at the Kolt's dilated hole and said, "If it worries you so, you guide me inside of him."

Urel looked at me and stroked my rod in his hand, feeling it's stiffness.

"He'll ruin you for me," he said, frowning.

"I doubt that," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

Urel gave me a half hearted smile and grabbed the bowl of oil on the side of the bed. He poured the oil onto his hands and smeared it around Kolt's ass, then with his fingers still slick pushed them inside. He did this several times. Kolt whimpered, not out of pain but fear.

When he was satisfied he could not prepare the boy anymore he gripped my penis in his hand and poured a great deal of oil over the length of my rod, so much that it dripped off the bottom, forming a pool on the bedding.

"Kolt," Urel said. "When I say, you must push out once more, like you did for master's fingers, do you understand?"

Kolt closed his eyes, "Must we?"

"Yes," I said in a determined voice. "If it is too much for you, we will stop."

I placed the tip of my cock at the boy's entrance, still slightly open from his moment of pleasure, and pushed. He let out a loud whimper and his whole body tensed.

"Push now Kolt," Urel said.

The boy did as he was told, even though I doubted he would, and my cock took hold as the tight hole slowly stretched. The boy cried out, his face contorted in pain as the head slowly slipped in. There was no doubt the boy had not been with a man, his hole clenched around my girth like a fist, denying me any further passage.

"That's all for now," I said.

"Oh it hurts Urel," the boy said looking at Urel, his eyes pleading, even though he wold not beg. Urel did not say anything about the fact that he did not say master, understanding more than I what the boy was suffering.

"It does the first time," Urel said, reaching down to brush a tear from his face. "But this must be done, either today or tomorrow. You would've had to suffer Master's pleasure before long."

"Is it in enough master?" Kolt asked, whimpering, his small hole still twitching around my penis.

"Just a bit more," I said. "But you are already bearing this better than Celden and he had already had others inside."

The boy gave me wry smile and squirmed, trying in vain to release the pressure. When he settled down and I could see his breathing returning to normal, I pushed as gently as I could inside and another knuckle found its way, the boy arched his back, his mouth open, a plaintive wail escaping from the depths of his throat.

"No more master, please," Urel said, taking hold of my rod with his hand.

"I'm sorry," I said, not realizing I would push so much inside of the boy.

"Oh please," Kolt begged, looking down to try and see where we were connected, not believing that he had as little as he did inside, certain that I had thrust most of the length in his bottom.

"That's enough for now Kolt," I said. "You are such a brave boy."

"Please don't put more in," Kolt said.

I was happy, despite Kolt's protests, for instead of begging me to remove myself from his bottom, he merely asked that I remain still. At that time, with my naivete, I believed that he was offering himself to me.

I waited, groaning as the the muscles inside the boy tried in vain to push me out. I looked down, seeing the glistening sweat forming on his chest and stomach. His small little rod was standing stiff, twitching with a mind of its own. I reached down and spread oil over it and then as gently as I could, began to stroke it, hoping that the pleasure would allow the boy to forgive me this intrusion.

He shifted ever so slightly, and the pain that crossed his face slowly passed and was instead becoming a mask of concentration, as he felt the thick manhood inside of him press firmly against the button that was the root of his pleasure earlier.

"Just a little more master," his small voice pleaded. I looked at Urel to be sure that it had not been part of some fantasy in my mind.

He nodded and let go of my prick, then reached down to take my hand's place at the boy's stiff nail. I grabbed the boy's leg, pushing it towards his chest, causing his bottom to lift up. Then with as much patience as I could muster, I pushed into the boy's passage, feeling it open up and stretch. I had entered him nearly five knuckles before he wailed and pushed against my chest with his hands.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Shall I take it out?"

"Hold still master," Kolt said, then remembering his new station in life added, "Please."

"I shall," I said, pulling out a bit, hoping the pain would lessen. I could not see hurting the boy more than this, he had already taken more than was needed to provide me with pleasure.

"Thank you master," Kolt said.

"I shall start soon," I said. "And I doubt I shall last long in your little bottom, it is so delicious I might eat it after we're done."

He looked up at me and giggled, "You're silly master."

I smiled down at the lad, pulling my rod out of him ever so slowly, 'til only the head remained, then just as slowly pushing back in 'til he caught his breath again. I knew it was too much to ask to go any deeper. The boy was inexperienced and what I had inside of him would have to suffice.

I continued to pull out and in, 'til I felt the familiar burning that comes when the oil has left. I pulled out of him and groaned, I lifted his bottom 'til it was held up in the air and poured oil directly into his gaping hole. He had so much inside it began to run down to his balls in a thin line. Then just as quickly, I lowered him down and entered him once more, pushing through his weakened hole, forcing the oil to rush out of his taught hole as my cock took it's place inside of him.

"Oh by the gods," the boy cried in his high pitched voice, then began to groan.

I was not sure whether he was in pain or pleasure, and to be truthful, it was not of the greatest concern, for at that moment his cry caused the passion within my loins to churn and course. I felt the tell tale signs of my imminent pleasure. I thrust quickly in and out of the boy, trying in vain to force myself to give up my own desires for Kolt's.

He whimpered, caught in the throws of his own passion, even as mine rose to bursting. He hissed as my penis almost painfully pushed across the tiny button in his bottom, sending small jolts of pleasure through his body.

I groaned as I felt the muscles in his bottom quiver and grasp even tighter for just a moment as his own dry pleasure coursed through his body. He held his breath, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust his hips up, trying to gather all the joy he could from this moment.

My cock jumped inside of him, the thick rod swelled and my seed rushed out and filled the slick confines of his bottom, pouring out in bursts of warm sticky liquid, causing the boy to squeal, even as his own orgasm rocked his tiny body. His arms lay out to his side, gripping the sheets tightly as his toes curled and then pressed out again.

He did not seem to care that I pushed in deeper, for even I was not aware, we both cared only for that moment that rushed through our bodies, joining us together, not merely by cock to ass, but pleasure for pleasure… and then it passed. I looked down at him, catching my breath, waiting to see what he would say or do.

He opened his eyes and looked at me smiling, then said in a weak voice, "Take it out please Master."

And I did.

Chapter 7

"He told me," the man said in a calm voice. "There's no anger in my heart, I see he is as well as can be expected."

"I'm sorry," I said, "He's such a beautiful boy."

"You are who you are," Butress said. "I knew you would do this, and we know it had to be done. My only wish is that you had waited 'til I left, but perhaps it is better, for now I know that at least by law his life is worthless to my brother."

"I would've waited," I said, "But it seemed to be the best time for the boy."

"Is there ever a good time?" Butress mused. "But that is for the philosophers and bishops to decide, not us. We are merely men."

"Where will you go?" I asked.

"As I told you before," he said. "I go to meet my brother. I will give him all that I have. I will let him know that I intend to leave for Vinter and start a new life."

"Then I will meet you there," I said.

"No, you will return home Antosh," he said.

"I know quite well what is waiting for me at home," I said, as I stood and walked towards him. "The Bishops of the Lord and Lady do not look kindly to those who leave the path. I think we both know I am not on that path. I do not wish to suffer the lash or dungeon because I have not followed the masses. You have given me reason to find a new home. Vinter is fine enough as any land, from what I'm told."

"Think wisely," Butress said, "You could repent and all would be well."

"I cannot deny who I am," Antosh said. "I have no control over whom I desire and truth be told, I would never have followed this path if I had stayed home. But I cannot tell what the gods have in store for me, if there are even gods still watching."

"My dear boy," Butress said, "You should not speak too hastily."

"I made my decision before I ever reached Suth," I said. "Urel would never be able to live there. You can look at him and see that. I may not be much older than he, but I am responsible for him and care for him and I will not take him to a place which is every bit as bad to survive within, as the slavery he has escaped."

"Do not speak so harshly of Liithlell," Butress said. "Is not one man's hell another man's paradise?"

"We shall not delude ourselves Butress," I said. "I wore a chastity cage for four years, because my rod was filthy and not to be touched. I will not have anyone taught that, especially not Urel. The Church can burn to the ground for all I care."

"I understand," Butress said. "I know it must have been hard, but remember the pain you suffered is nothing compared to the suffering Urel has endured in his short life."

"And that is why I will make sure that he will suffer no more," I said. "I have five crowns and five ounces of gold left. That is enough to set up shop in a city and start a business. I shall teach the boys what I can and when they are ready to strike out on their own, they will have the skills to live a healthy life, a life of their choosing."

"The boys is it?" Butress smiled. "Do not get to attached to that young one, if I have my way he'll be mine again before the winter snow sets."

"And if I have mine it shall be so as well," I said.

"Father must you really go?" Kolt said, stepping out from where he had apparently been hiding.

"Yes," Butress said. "But do not worry, I know your uncle well. He will spill blood for money, but not for pleasure. If I give him what he wishes, I believe in my heart he will let us be."

"Then why can't I go along with you," Kolt said.

"My little lizard," Butress said. "If any harm came to you, I could not live another day. You are the only treasure I possess in this world and you can be certain I will do everything I can to come back for you."

"But father," Kolt said on the verge of tears.

"Must we do this again," Butress said. "Has not enough sadness crossed our hearts. Please my son, let us leave each other with joy and not tears. Then when I've come back and gotten you, you can shed as many tears as you wish."

"I''m sorry father," Kolt said.

"Go help Urel," Butress said, "And before I leave we will speak once more. Then if the gods will it, we shall meet again before winter."

"That's a long time father," Kolt said.

"A day is an eternity to you little one," Butress said. "Now run along. I will be over shortly."

Kolt looked up as if to say something else, then reluctantly turned and walked to where Urel sat sorting seeds.

"He is a good boy," Butress said. "But in order for his life to be spared he must be your slave, not your boy. Do not allow him any more leeway than you would any other unruly child. You must be firm with him or you shall be his slave."

"I understand," I said.

"And Antosh," Butress said. "Thank you for allowing him his clothes."

"It was the least I could do," I said.

After that Butress spent his final moments in Suth speaking to his young son, kissing him repeatedly on the forehead, then holding him close. Urel held Kolt back as his father rode off, only letting him go when he was too far away to catch. Kolt still ran after him for as far as he could, then fell to his knees and cried.

I could not bare to look at the poor child, my heart feeling so full with emotion, that I was sure I would weep also.

The elders did not have to ask us to leave. After they witnessed the contract of slavery, they agreed to mark Kolt, so that we could be on our way.

The mark, although painful, was quite small, barely a half inch in diameter, it is placed on the left calf. It is said to be of magical origins and can only be removed once one has been released from servitude. I was not sure if I believed that, but of course no one can witness it being placed on a slave, except for the magi who places it.

I told Urel of my plans, that we would head to Vinter, in order to reach the plains by winter. He was not happy. He wanted so much to return to Lithlell, but he would not leave me. I knew in my heart that was the truth.

Chapter 8

With that I took my horses, loaded up the two mules, and left. Kolt sat in a basket, the counterweight to our food. He was a good boy, if a bit morose. Urel told me in no uncertain terms that his brief respite should end when we leave town or it would be much worse for him in the long run, so after the town had left our sight, Urel spoke to the lad.

"Kolt look at me," Urel said.

"Yes," Kolt asked, his mind someplace else.

"I shall give you one more chance to address me properly," Urel said. "Then I will have to punish you."

"Yes, master," the boy said, the sound of worry in his face.

"We have left the City for good," Urel said. "There is agreat distance to go before we reach Vinter, and on this journey you are expected to be a good boy and a good slave, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Kolt said, "But master, you said you were Master's slave as well, why must I call you master?"

"Because my heart is a slave to Master Antosh," Urel said, shifting his own small frame in the saddle. "Master has released me from my physical bondage, so I am free. If I call him Master Antosh, it is because an apprentice must."

I smiled, for I knew that for some strange reason, Urel wanted to be my slave. I, however, wanted more than that for him. I wanted to see him become a great merchant that would one day control caravans and warehouses across Aertha. I had not grown that attached to Kolt yet, although in time I would.

"Kolt do not argue with Urel," I said.

"I did not mean to argue master," Kolt said, then he lout out a loud squeal as Urel brought his crop down lightly across the boy's shoulder.

"You will say, yes master, or no master, when the master speaks," Urel said. "You will not question his wishes or defend your actions."

"Yes master," Kolt said, rubbing the spot where he had been hit.

"And keep your hands to your sides while you are punished," Urel said, "Never rub where you've been hit. If I was to hit you a second time, you would've hurt your hand."

"I'm sorry master," Kolt said.

Urel sighed, "It's yes master."

"Yes, master," Kolt said, looking sad.

Urel looked at the boy and rolled his eyes, "say it Kolt."

"Yes master," Kolt said.

"No," Urel said. "You have something on your mind. If you really must speak, you can ask for permission."

"May I speak Master," Kolt said.

"Yes, Kolt," Urel said.

"I like talking to you master," Kolt said. "do you not want to talk to me?"

"Kolt," Urel said. "You are the worst boy to be thrust into slavery. I like to talk to you to Kolt, but a slave only converses with his master when he is given permission. You will still be able to talk to us."

"That's good master," Kolt said, then realizing what he was supposed to say added, "Yes, Master."

"You'll learn Kolt," Urel said. "Be happy it is not master who is punishing you, he can hit much harder than me."

I could tell that Kolt wasn't too relieved, apparently Urel hit more than hard enough for him.

Urel, who always seemed to chat when he was traveling, continued to instruct the child as to what was expected of him as a slave.

Chapter 9

If I can offer a traveler any word of advice, it is to avoid contact with such a caravan at any cost, lest you become one of the slaves chained to it.

As I drew near the slavemaster and his men, I pulled my bow from it's case and cocked an arrow. I did not aim it at them, but they understood my meaning.

"Ho there," I said. "Please move aside so that we may pass."

"My dear young master," the slave master said, putting his hands out in peace. "I meant only to ask if you would care to join me for a smoke. My men and I have been traveling alone, headed to Vinter. We could use the company."

"Truly a most generous offer," I said, "but I am must decline, we are intent on reaching Hont by dusk."

"Hont?" The slavemaster said. "Well you will have to pick up your pace. At least let us offer you a drink before you go."

"We have drink," I said, knowing full well that their drink would most likely carry a heavy dose of lotus with it.

"You would turn down my offer of charity," he asked. I could hear the canter of a horse behind me and I drew my bow and aimed at him.

"Only once," I said. "And if you offer it again, I will not be so rude as to not present you with a gift in return."

"You shall not make many friends with that posture my dear boy," he said motioning for the man behind me to stop.

"You should move to the other side of your slaves," I said. "For my horse is quite skittish and I fear I might lose my boyish grip."

"The road to Hont is dangerous boy," the slavemaster said as he stepped off to the side of the road.

I motioned for Urel to pull the horses and mules to my left, as we passed the caravan.

"Come now," he said. "You have heard too many stories. We are good men."

"I'm sure you are," I said. "And I would never be so rude as to deem you otherwise, but I must warn you, a good man to a good man, that if I see your shadow again today, I will have to put an arrow through your heart."

"Threatening someone's life is a crime in these lands," the slave master warned me.

"Then do not consider it a threat," I said. "Consider it my word."

As we passed by them I turned and sat on the side of my saddle so I could still maintain a bead on the sweaty man. He looked startled, not expecting such a maneuver.

"I will tell you this," I said, looking back at them. "If you wish the rest of your days to be this pleasant, do not approach me again."

I motioned for Urel to trot ahead and once we had reached a safe distance, I swung back around and set the horses on a good trot. I thought myself lucky it had only been four men and not twenty. I doubted they would have given up as easily. After we passed from sight. I patted my horse.

We made Hont well before dusk. The city was surrounded by a stone palisade and guards walked on the perimeter of its walls. As I neared the gate the guards motioned for me to stop. I did as asked and this time it was I who held my hands out in peace.

"Ho there," A stout guard said in a burly voice. "State your wishes."

"I wish only lodging for myself and shelter for my horses," I said.

"And from what direction have you come?" The guard asked.

I pointed behind me and said, "that direction."

"Don't be smart lad," another guard shouted. "Tell us where you have traveled from."

"Lithlellan," I said. "I am on my way to Vinter."

"Lithlellan?" The guard asked, not quite believing us.

"Yes," I said. "I mean no harm to you or your town, I am just weary and require rest."

"Of course," he said. "The gate will open in a moment. You will have to tie your weapons while within the walls."

"Thank you kindly," I said.

Once we entered the gate, a guard came out with sturdy ribbon and set about tieing them around the hilt of my sword and then my bow, to prevent their hasty use. It did not mean I could not remove the ribbon, but it would take time, and often it was that added time that reduced tempers enough that harm was avoided.

"You are either a brave lad or quite the dim wit," the guard said as he tied the ribbon securely. "That road is the slaver's trail."

"I was not aware of that," I said. "I was told it was the fastest way to Vinter."

"I would not suggest traveling the western road," the guard said. "If I were you, I'd head north to Sentar and then west. That's the merchant road and much safer."

"But aren't there slavers on that road as well?" I asked.

"Not very many," The gaurd said as he finished tieing my sword, then swatted my ass. "And a cute boy like you would be much safer."

I blushed, despite myself, eliciting a giggle from Urel.

"Besides," the guard said. "Your young wards will be able to see a few of the broken towers of ancient Atlantl. I wager not many of their friends will be able to claim the same."

"Thank you sir," I said, nodding. "I am in your debt."

"Well there are ways for you to pay me dear boy," he said with a smirk.

"I assure you if I was of that bent you would most certainly have my gratitude," I smiled.

"Ah," the guard said, feigning sadness. "You have broken my heart dear boy."

"Thank you again." I said. "Also I must confess, a slaver will be arriving soon. He tried to stop me on the road and I'm afraid I might have treated him a bit rude."

"Do not worry your pretty head," the guard said with a smile, "Slavers do not enter the city nor gain our ear."

"I feared for my safety to be honest," I said. "He had tried to stop us and I wasn't sure of his intent."

"I would say you were most certain," the guard said. "No worries lad, be on your way. I have my ways of dealing with slavers. You wont need to trouble yourself with this matter any further."

"Thank you sir," I said. "'Tis most reassuring."

"Oh there would be ways for you to thank me," he said. "But sadly I fear they will only be in my dreams tonight."

I left the guard, who continued to watch me as I rode away. Although a bit uncomfortable with his blatant advances, at the same time I was quite proud that one would desire me in that way.

"Sir," Urel said. "I do believe he fancied you. Does that mean we wont be sharing a room tonight."

"Ah Urel," I said. "Ever the wit."

Kolt started to giggled then squealed when Urel swatted him with his crop.

The town of Hont was larger than the City in Suth. It too was made mainly of stone, but they did have doors and a stable made of wood. I could tell Urel was uncomfortable as we neared the stable, memories of his previous life surfacing.

"Urel," I said. "I can handle the horses, why don't you take Kolt to the inn and I will meet you there?"

"There's no need master," he said. "I think this is one area I might be of most service to you."

"Really," I said. "I can think of other areas."

"Well one of the areas," he said as he smiled.

Urel ensured that the lad at the stable was taking good care of our mounts, as I walked to the Inn, Kolt walking behind me to the right, trying to stay three paces distance, but not being very successful.

The inn was a large three story building made of stone. It looked quite quaint and comfortable. The roof was made of thatch and it had a wooden porch with tables and chairs lining the walls.

I opened the door and looked for the innkeeper. I saw a thin man with an apron around his waste talking to a young man in robes sitting in the corner. The man seemed just a few years older than myself. His robes were dyed purple and were covered in elaborate circular patterns made of what appeared to be gold silk.

When the innkeeper finally saw me he nodded in my direction and motioned me to a table. I went and sat down and Kolt, knowing no better, sat beside me. I grabbed him by the arm and stood him up and swatted him quite hard on the bottom, eliciting a squeal from the boy.

"You must stand 'til I say you can sit," I said.

"I'm sorry master," he said. "I mean, yes, master."

"You are forgiven," I said.

The innkeeper walked over to my table smiling, he bowed his head and laid his hands out flat, as was the custom in the west. I laid my hands on top of his and bowed my head as well.

"Good evening sir," he said. "And how might I serve you?"

"I need a room and food," I said.

"Then you are in luck," he said, smiling, "for I have a room and food to serve you."

"That is good to hear," I said. "Might I have a bowl of water and something clean to wash with as well? The road was quite dusty."

"I'm sure," He said. "I will ensure that my boy brings those things to your room right away, but first, let me bring you some bread and cheese."

"That would be most kind," I said.

The innkeeper stared at me for a second, waiting.

"Of course," I said. "How much do I owe you."

"Three coins sir," the man said.

"Fine," I said handing him the coins.

"My wife made a stew that I'm sure you will enjoy," he said.

"I'm most certain I will," I said, smiling.

"My sons are playing in the back," the man said, looking at Kolt. "I'm certain they would enjoy the extra company."

"No," I said, even though I could see that Kolt wanted to very much. "We must retire soon and I want to ensure that we are rested for tomorrow."

"Yes sir," the man said, then left the table.

Kolt looked quite sad. He watched the man walk away and looked down at his feet.

"'Tis not cruelty that prevents me from letting you have your fun," I said. "What I said was true. I do not believe we have seen the last of the slaver on the road and I have not taken you as my own so that someone else can grab you. We will sleep soon and wake before dawn, so that we might leave before they have a chance to lay in wait."

"Yes master," Kolt said in a small voice.

I looked at the young man in the robes once more. He was smoking a pipe and reading a scroll. I watched him and he saw me, then moved the scroll between us.

"Strange one," I said, as the innkeeper came back.

"Might I ask where you are heading?" The inkeeper asked. "Vinter," I said.

"Well then," he said. "Perchance you are in luck, the young man over there is headed that way as well." "And why would that be my luck?" I said.

"Well he is looking for company," the innkeeper said, "and he is headed to Vinter as well."

"I'm not really looking for company," I said.

"But there is no harm in traveling in numbers master," he said. "He is from Qinvir Tower."

"I'm not sure I've heard of it," I said.

"'Tis the home of Qinvir the Quick," the innkeeper said.

I still wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"The great magi?" The innkeeper said.

"Are you saying that fellow there is a magi," I said, looking at the young man, quite certain he was too young to be a man of the arts.

"Oh yes," the innkeeper said. "When an adept reaches a certain age, they're expected to travel for a year, to experience the world. He is just starting on his journey."

"And do you know him?" I asked.

"Paval?" He said. "Since he was a boy. Qintir himself chose him as an apprentice when he was but a boy."

"Well he is no longer a boy," I said, "I'm sure he'll be fine traveling alone, especially if he's a magi."

"Sir," the innkeeper said. "May we speak more freely?"

"I suppose," I said, thinking we already were.

"He is my nephew and a good boy," the innkeeper said. "But he is arrogant and more sure of himself than he should be. I think traveling with a young man such as yourself would be good for him and I assure you, even if he is not an able magi, he is a good man."

"Thank you for your honesty," I said. "May I think on it for a bit?"

"Certainly," the innkeeper said. "Have your bread and I will be back shortly with the stew."

"Thank you," I said.

Urel walked in a bit red faced. He sat at the table and would not look at me.

"What is it Urel," I asked.

"Nothing master," he said.

"Urel," I said. "I've known you long enough to know that face."

Two men walked in, dressed in trousers and tunics, dirty from an obvious days work, when they saw Urel they blew the boy a kiss and then laughed.

Anger boiled in my heart and I reached for my sword, but the ribbon kept it in place.

"But a moment boys," I said. "Eat something Urel. I shall be back. I wish to find out if there are any stores in town."

"Master," Urel said. "'Tis nothing sir, only my hurt pride."

"Well Urel," I said. "I will not allow anyone to hurt even your pride without a consequence of at least a strong word."

I stood up and removed my sword and placed it on the table and walked towards the two men. One was an older gentlemen, his dark hair showing signs of grey, the other not much younger. They appeared to be lost in their own conversation, then they glanced back at Urel and saw me approaching them.

"Go sit down lad," the grey haired man said, turning his back to me. "You shall find nothing but pain here."

"I am not looking for pain," I said. "But it is clear you have insulted my apprentice and I would kindly ask for reparation."

"Reparation?" The grey haired man's friend said. "My we are with an educated man today Willem."

"Most certainly," Willem said, not bothering to turn around.

"Well then perhaps he is here to teach us a lesson," Willem's friend said trying in vain to impersonate me.

"I am here for an apology," I said.

"Then you have come seeking an empty well boy," Willem said, as he stood up and faced me. "That tart made eyes at us and now he simpers when we rejected his advances, perhaps we should tan the boy's hide, so that he knows to keep his intentions to himself."

"My dear Willem," I heard a voice say from behind me. "Have you and Juger been acting the part of the buffoon again."

I turned to see the young man in the purple robes standing behind me, staring at the men, a frown on his face. He held a wooden stave capped with a metal ball on each end.

"These twits think every boy in the village wishes to taste the warts on their rods," the man said to me.

"Sit down Paval," the innkeeper said. "Willem, Juger, you should leave."

"Nay," Willem said. "We just arrived. And it appears Paval and this concerned lad require satisfaction."

"Truly," Juger said. "And it would be rude if we did not give them their satisfaction."

The innkeeper reached for his broom and approached the men.

"What," Juger asked. "Do you intend to beat me with that?"

"I have asked you to leave and yet you remain here," the innkeeper said. "You shall leave or I shall call the guards."

"What bravery," Willem said, then faster than I thought him possible he lashed at the innkeeper, knocking him to the ground.

Paval, in his purple robes, seemed to move even quicker, before the grey haired man could land a second blow, he brought the cap of his staff down upon the man's left shin, causing the man to fall to the ground as well. The man's friend stood up suddenly and jumped on Pavel knocking him to the ground, striking him repeatedly. For a second I stood in shock, then I looked over my shoulder to ensure Urel and Kolt were fine and without a second thought, as Corvin and the Suthian guards had taught me, I grabbed the man by the hair, yanked his head backwards, and landed a quick blow to the side of his neck, causing him to cry out.

The man rolled off Pavel and held his throat, trying to regain his breath. The innkeeper stood above the men, beating them with the bristles of his broom, even as a guard entered the inn, sword drawn.

"Peace!" The guard shouted. "Peace!"

"They're at it again," the innkeeper shouted. "Accosting the boys."

"Truly," the guard said, allowing the innkeeper to have his way with the men for a moment longer, then shouted, "Stop it Dith!"

The innkeeper stopped and looked at the guard.

"You are not welcome here," the innkeeper said to the men. "You are a blight on this town and you will not be a blight to my inn."

"I think some time in the guardhouse will do them good," the guard said.

"They lie," Juger said as he gasped for breath. "The boy propositioned us. Look at the tart and tell us he did not."

"You call the boy a tart again," I said, stepping towards the man. "And I will do more than knock the wind out of you."

"Go to your table boy," the guard said. "I know them well enough to know the truth."

There was little commotion after that, as the guard led the men out, nodding to the innkeeper as they left.

"What is wrong with you boy," the innkeeper said suddenly, hitting me with his broom. "I should beat you as well."

I looked at him shocked.

"You think you're brave approaching two men for the honor of that boy," the innkeeper said. "The only reason he lost any honor at all is because you addressed the situation. No one would believe what those two had to say, and they harmed only his pride. Think boy!"

"What did they do to you boy?" The innkeeper asked Urel.

Urel was quiet for a second, "They pulled down my trousers and tried to give me a tug, but I bit one of them and ran."

"They are nothing more than the shit that comes from swine," the innkeeper said. "You did the right thing boy, 'tis shameful the shadow they cast on our town."

With that he shook his head one last time, gave me another disappointed look and left for the back room swearing under his breath.

"Don't take it to harshly," Pavel said, patting me on the shoulder. "He knows you meant well, but he was right, you can't think to rashly, especially if we'll be traveling together. I shant have you dragging me into a fight at every inn we enter."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rubbing my own shin now.

"Well I can see that one such as you could use the company," Pavel said smiling. "And I require company. Unless your slaves will be coming to your aid next time."

"How do you know they are slaves?" I asked.

"Well one is still standing and you've been here for nearly a quarter of an hour," he said, "and the other, well if he's not, his mark still hasn't faded."

"What mark?" I asked.

"The mark on the back of his calf," he said.

I looked and noticed a glowing mark in the shape of a serpent swallowing it's tail.

"Though they both have different marks," Pavel said. "I can fix that for you of course, which we should do to prevent any disputes in the future."

"He's a free boy," I said, nodding to Urel. "He is merely my apprentice."

"Perhaps he has been freed," Pavel said. "But his heart has not freed him from his bondage. For the sake of the poor boy I will match his mark to the younger, and when he decides to be free, I'm sure it will fade, if you have, as you said, given him his freedom."

And that was that. Pavel sat with us as we ate, I noticed he seemed fond of Kolt, stroking the boy's leg, causing him to tremble a bit. I did nothing, knowing that it would be rude to tell him to stop and that it would not be the last time someone took purchase of the boy.

The innkeeper continued to treat me gruffly as he brought me food, grumbling under his breath. When we were finished with the stew, he brought out two sweet rolls and gave them to Urel and Kolt. He patted Urel on the head and said some kind words before returning to the kitchen.

"Don't mind uncle," Pavel said. "He tends to hold a grudge for a bit. He's a good man with a kind heart though, he'll forget by morning."

"He has a right to be upset," I said. "He was right, of course. I acted hastily and I'm sure if you hadn't come to my defense I would have been the one tasting their warts."

Paval laughed and slapped me on the back, then said, "I had my doubts about you 'til you stood up to those twigs. I knew then that we were meant to travel together. The gods have their sight set on you my friend, of that I'm certain."

Paval was a strange sort. He shared with me that his parents had passed shortly before his seventh birthday, and that at that time he had lived with his uncle, who was a bachelor. His uncle cared for him as his own son 'til Paval turned twelve and at that time the magi Qintir came to the inn to collect him. His uncle at first declined and sent the boy to his room. An hour later he came and brought the boy downstairs and told him that he was Qintir's apprentice.

He had still come to town from time to time to visit his uncle, but from that day on he had lived at the Tower assisting Qintir, along with four other apprentices, in the magi's research. He had been taught everything he was to know and now was tasked with traveling the world for the next year. At the end of that year he would decide whether to return to the Tower or seek a different path.

"So you see," he said. "That I am traveling wherever you are traveling, so, where are we traveling?"

"Vinter," I said, still uncertain whether or not to allow the man to accompany us.

"Ah," Paval said as he ran his hand up and down Kolt's back. "That does sound like quite the journey. At least you have fine company for the trip."

"If you are a magi why didn't you cast a curse on them?" Urel said suddenly, staring at Paval.

"I see," Paval said. "Since I'm a magi I'm supposed to throw a bolt of fire or summon a swarm of insects to devour them?"

Urel said nothing, instead he just squirmed in his seat for a second.

"Don't worry boy," Paval said. "I don't bite. At least not that hard and not where you don't want me too."

"I was curious of that too," I said. "I thought maybe you were still in training."

"Training?" Paval said, obviously insulted. "Do you think I can summon things from thin air? It doesn't work like that. Suffice it to say, I am a magi or your marks would not be glowing in my presence."

"May I ask a question master?" Kolt said, then cringed.

"Ask your question," I said with a sigh.

"Why do they glow when you're around us?" Kolt said.

"Because it is a mark of the gods," Paval said. "And though the bishops and clerics may be the voice of the gods, the magi are the hand of the gods."

Kolt still looked puzzled.

"Magi are taught to harness the energies of the land around them," Paval said. "That's why I didn't hurl a bolt of fire or summon insects. There is no fire and, despite some of the villagers gossip, Uncle keeps a clean inn. Besides it's never as dramatic as that. I see auras, cure wounds, those sorts of things. I don't cast lightning bolts or command animals. That is the realm of the witches and warlocks. As far as the marks go, they will glow in the presence of the chosen, those who have been given the gift of the gods, so that they can discern who is free and ensure that the free remain free. If you had not been enslaved according to the ancient rites, you would not have any mark at all."

"Thank you for your insightful lesson," I said with a smirk. "And I feel much safer knowing you will not smite us with a bolt of lightning during our travels."

"You are most welcome," Paval said, "Now it is late and I need my sleep."

I noticed his hand had found it's way to Kolt's little rod, which now poked at the front of his trousers with an obvious urgency.

"I wish I could offer you a boy," I said. "But Kolt is still too new to this game and Urel, as I said, is free to make his own choices."

"I sleep only in my master's chamber," Urel said. "But master I see no reason why Kolt could not please the kind man, if not with his bottom then his other charms."

I looked at Urel, not sure whether this was a good idea or not, we really had no knowledge of this man other than the time we spent with him in the inn.

"We could retire to one of the private rooms and continue our conversation while Kolt helps the poor man relieve his urgency," Urel said, standing up.

"He is the boy's trainer," I said. "Lets retire to the back room then."

Paval had removed his robe and was leaning back on a chair, his only remaining clothing a long bed shirt that was pulled up over his flacid penis. Kolt stared at the man, unsure what he was supposed to do.

"Undress Kolt," Urel said. "'Tis time to please the master's new friend."

"Will you help me?" Kolt asked.

Urel grabbed Kolt by the arm, holding him still as he brought the crop firmly across the boy's bottom several times, causing the boy to cry out.

"Please master," he cried. "I'm sorry master."

"Shut up," Urel said, continuing to swat the boy. "You will do as you're told when you're told or be punished! Now undress."

Urel released Kolt causing the boy to fall to the ground sobbing as he pulled his clothes off.

"For that," Urel said. "You will only wear a loincloth tomorrow and your clothes will go in the baskets until you can undress when you're asked."

Kolt continued to sob, tears streaming from the boy's eyes as he stood naked in front of Paval.

"I do not like to see a boy crying," Paval said, stroking Kolt's hair. "Smile little one."

"You mustn't be gentle with him," Urel said. "Or he will never learn his place."

"You cannot see this boy's place," Paval said. "But I do and it will not be as a slave."

"Master," Urel said to me obviously upset.

"Urel," I said. "We both know he will not be a slave forever and I'm sure that's what Paval meant."

"I most certainly did," Paval said, turning to Urel. "And you should be happy it's not you that will have to kneel and service me, although I can already see that's something you would undoubtedly enjoy."

"Master!" Urel said standing up.

"Urel," I said, pulling the boy to my lap. "He meant only that you should have compassion."

"Especially since you were in this boy's place not but an hour ago," Paval said. "Remember boy, he who carries a rod will be struck with a rod. 'Tis better to teach with kindness than with pain. That crop should be your last resort, not your crutch."

Urel frowned, realizing that I would not save him from his chastisement. I stroked Urel's thigh as he stared at Paval, not saying a word.

Kolt, was already kneeling between Paval's knees, stroking the man's member. The man was only six knuckles long, and not nearly as thick as I was. I thought for a second his services might render Kolt's hole a bit more loose, so that my own needs might be met with more force.

Paval stroked the small child's dark hair as he continued to sniffle, tossing Urel a frightened glance every now and again. Paval pulled Kolt's mouth to his rod, then pushed past the boy's lips.

"He is quite a talented lad," Paval said, watching the boy's small lips as they stretched around his rod. "If only we had some oil, it would be nice to find out if all his holes were so warm."

"I can fetch you oil," Urel said, is a spiteful tone.

"No," I said. "Not tonight. We may have to camp tomorrow and I want Kolt in good form and spirits."

Kolt continued to suck Paval's rod, taking more than half inside his mouth, eliciting groans of pleasure from the man. I watched as Paval placed his hand on the top of the boy's head to hold him still so that he could stroke inside the boy's mouth at his own pace. It took no more than a few moments for Paval to let out a loud groan, arch his back, and release his seed inside the young boy's mouth. Kolt dutifully swallowed the seed, staring up at Paval as the man continued to thrust in and out his mouth. When Paval was done he pulled free of Kolt's mouth, watching as a small dribble of cum ran from the corner of the boy's mouth. With a finger he wiped it up and then with an evil grin offered it to Urel.

"Come now," he said. "Show the boy you're sorry for being so cruel, help him with some of his burden."

Urel pushed the man's hand away, jumped from my lap and left the room.

"That was uncalled for," I said.

"You are right," Paval said. "I suppose we all have our moments of cruelty."

The next morning Paval and I stood in front of the stables, waiting for our horses and mules to be packed.

"He makes a good show," Paval said, watching Urel load up the mules, Kolt helping as much as he could, "But his hearts not in it. He will never be a master nor trainer."

"Urel?" I said.

"Yes," Paval said. "His heart is still too soft. You, your heart will harden, I can see that, but his, well I'm afraid this will all drive him mad if he doesn't give up the fight."

"What fight?" I asked, confused.

"'Tis not the time to talk of that," Paval said. "When the time comes you will know and if the gods have their way, he will be free."

"You speak in too many riddles," I said. "'Tis like talking to the priests in reformation, only you do not carry a cane."

"I could if that would make you feel more at ease," Paval said, smiling.

"Ah," I said. "I can see that you will at least be a lively companion, if not a bit irritating."

"You hurt me my friend," he said as he placed a hand over his chest and laughed.

"Almost done master," Urel called out, smiling.

Soon after we left from the north gate headed for Sentar. It was quite comforting to know that Paval would be traveling with us. Even though I had only known him less than a day, he seemed to be a fine young man and a good companion.

PART III