The Guardians of Kovzland
By Kelvin Guard
Chapter Ten: The Draft

	I awoke the morning of the Draft feeling utterly exhausted and
sexually sated.  Ben Shriner had turned out to be such a sexual dynamo that
even I had a difficult time satisfying him.  He was the first boy who
literally kept me up all night long making love over and over again.
Morning light was already streaming through the window before we finally
drifted off to sleep, both totally spent.  The skinny fourteen year old had
ejaculated inside my butt eight times, the first in the shower the previous
afternoon.  In between his excited penetrations, we cuddled and talked and
he did an admirable job of caressing and sucking my little penis, giving me
an equal number of orgasms as he'd had.  Finally we'd managed to take a
weak-kneed shower before tumbling on the bed naked and falling instantly
asleep.  Now it was mid-morning and duty was soon to call.  I felt like I
hadn't slept in a month.
	I turned and looked at Ben, his nude body laying sprawled across
the bed beside me.  His beautiful face was still filled with happiness, a
warm smile on his lips, his long eyelashes closed beneath his silky yellow
hair.  I gazed down his skinny chest and belly, down his long, hairless
legs, amazed that so young a boy could be so incredibly virile.  I was even
more amazed to see that his six and a half inch penis was fully erect yet
again, the familiar morning erection of puberty.
	As he lay sleeping, I crawled over and started sucking on his
erection.  He liked anal sex so much, this might be the only chance I had
to enjoy my favorite form of boy sex.  It was fun too because the boy
didn't wake up at first.  Instead, he lay smiling bigger and bigger in his
sleep, his sweet voice moaning very softly, no doubt dreaming of yet
another boy butt.  When he did wake up, he just grinned broadly and spread
his skinny legs wider allowing me to enjoy the full glory of his young
penis and sparse pubic hairs.  When his orgasm reached full pleasure, he
jerked gently and I felt his sperm squirting out, finally filling me with
the taste of his boyish seed.  It had begun taking on the slimy thickness
of young manhood and tasted warm and exciting.  He didn't squirt very much,
but after nine orgasms in fifteen hours, I couldn't expect that god awful
much.
	Despite his happy, boyish pleadings (a horrendous talent for a
teenager to develop) I managed to convince him that I really didn't want to
have another blow job.  Instead, I encouraged him with promises that there
might still be breakfast available downstairs.  I threw his underwear at
him and he finally consented to get dressed.  At fourteen, after all, food
was a pretty important thing and the young boy hadn't had dinner the night
before (apart from licking my little sausage that is); he had to be
starving.
	He held my hand as we walked down to the dining room.  It was nice,
making me feel like I had a boy friend.  Nor did he let my hand go when
other boys saw us together.  Instead, he seemed to make a show of hugging
my much smaller body to him and kissing my blond hair.  He was a really
remarkable boy and I started dreaming about stopping all the playing around
and just marrying a boy like Ben.  What else would I ever need?
	We bantered happily through our breakfast which was about as large
as Tony's lunch the day before but with a better mix of food.  Eggs, bacon,
sausage, biscuits with chicken gravy, orange juice, toast, the works.  He
clearly wanted to spend the day with me, but I knew that I was going to be
too busy making final preparations for the Draft that night, a Draft I knew
would feature an incredible lover.
	It didn't take long before duty called.
	"Kelvin," Prince David called from across the dining room, busting
in just as my little tummy felt like it was ready to burst.  "Guardian Rick
says for you to come quick."
	Prince David wasn't the kind of boy to over-exaggerate and the
worried look on his adorable face told me that there was a real problem.
"What's wrong?" I asked, already crossing the room with Ben quickly coming
in tow.
	"One of the new boys raped that little kid," the boy prince
replied.
	As Randy led us back to the Draftee's quarters, it didn't take me
long to figure out who he was talking about.  The "little kid" had to be
little Bobby.  The culprit wasn't much more difficult to figure out.  Ben
had been with me the whole time.  Billy Boyer and David Easter just didn't
seem the type.  Jorey Carson was known for his affection for little boys
but he was also known for being rather tender and loving.  No, it had to be
Tony Marsh.
	I felt very angry as we whirled up the circular stair case that led
upstairs, angry and very guilty.  I knew Bobby was too young to be thrown
into this mess and I had been the one to complain; nonetheless, I had also
been the one to take his virginity in the shower the other day.  Pretty
hard to feel self-righteous when your own activities are part of the
problem.  We came across the other boys crowding into the third floor "game
room".  I was a little astonished, and pleased, to see Tony standing in the
middle of the room, his arms stretched high overhead by leather straps and
his big feet pulled far apart and strapped to the floor.  He was naked as a
jay bird and his beautiful, hairless penis dangled between his smooth
thighs.  He looked kind of angry, but a little frightened too.  Little
Bobby was no where to be seen.
	"Where's Bobby?" I asked immediately.
	"Calvin's taking care of him," Rick replied solemnly.  No one was
laughing in the room, everyone sensing that Tony was about to get punished,
a rare event in Kovzland.
	I walked up to the naked prisoner, trying to ignore his beauty to
concentrate on his crime. It was a difficult thing to do.  Even with his
arms strapped and spread far apart overhead, his chest still swelled with
hard muscles.  His arm pits were smooth and hairless.  With his legs spread
so far apart, he was the same height as me and his big brown eyes looked
into mine with fear and defiance.  I looked down at the smooth ripples of
his ribs and abdominal muscles, down to the beautiful young penis laying
innocently on his soft, hairless testicles.  My cheeks felt hot but Ben's
workout with me the night before allowed my little penis to stay limp.
	"As Guardian of the Draft," Rick said, "you get to decide his
punishment."
	"He should get a spanking!" Prince Kelly said firmly.
	Everybody was looking at me rather expectantly but I didn't know
what to do.  We could give him a spanking, of course, but I rather
suspected that a boy like Tony would probably enjoy it too much.  The truth
is that we weren't very good at punishments in Kovzland.  Not even S&M ever
really caught on.  Besides all that, the other Guardians and I were just as
responsible for allowing a little boy like Bobby in the Draft in the first
place.  Kovz, I knew that well enough.  If Tony, with his domineering
little cock, came across the soft beauty of the little boy in, say, the
showers, who could really blame him for losing control as I had done with
the same little boy.
	"No," I said finally.  "Let him go.  This is our fault." I said the
last to Rick and he nodded solemnly.
	"Take him down," the other Guardian ordered.
	The other boys sounded a little disappointed but I made no further
explanations.  Calvin had taken Bobby to his room and I found them there.
The nine year old's eyes were a little puffy from crying but he looked okay
otherwise.  He was sitting on the bed beside Calvin, but when he saw me he
jumped up and ran over to hug me.  He started crying again and I gently
guided him back over to the bed.  He was wearing just a pair of underwear
with bunnies and rabbits all over them looking very adorable, and my hands
tenderly rubbed down his baby soft back.
	"There, there," I cooed softly, kissing his blond hair and rubbing
my cheek against it.
	"He stuck his pee-pee in my bottom," the little boy sobbed softly.
	"I know," I said.  "It's okay now."
	He cuddled up very close to me and I let my hands rub lovingly all
over his body and thin boy thighs.
	"You're the one who said it would be okay..." Calvin said simply.
	"I know.  I guess I never really thought about what would happen
later."
	"Now will you send him back?"
	I nodded.
	It was over within the hour.  We took the little boy to the temple
where Jonathan applied all the proper potions and all the proper
ceremonies.  Bobby looked so cute laying on the altar, still wearing just
his childish underpants, so cute that I really regretted having to send him
back.
	"What is he going to do to me?" the little boy asked me as the High
Priest brought over the memory potion.  His blue eyes looked frightened but
he lay there with his arms calmly at his sides, small boy chest looking
smooth and tender.
	"It's okay," I smiled.  "This will make everything okay.  Don't be
afraid."
	Jonathan lifted the boy's shoulders and helped him press the vial
to his lips.  Bobby drank all of it then laid back down.
	"It tastes good," he smiled sweetly.
	"Good," I smiled back at him.
	Nothing really changed about his appearance, but I could see it
taking effect.  Gradually, his face, already as soft as velvet, grew still
softer, taking on the innocent expression of childhood.  He didn't even
look confused about finding himself laying almost naked in this strange
room.
	Calvin appeared very soon with one of the white robes used by new
initiates.  He helped the little boy into it and guided him out.  My
experience with the sweet little boy had come to an end.
	
	The "Second" Draft of the Second Dynasty lacked the courtship
rituals and politics of earlier (and later) drafts, it is true.  Erin had
clearly demanded rapid assimilation and, though he intended to have the
noble traditions installed by hurrying the draft, much was lost on that
functional first one.  Technically, we had already had the "first draft"
when we made the initial divisions of Baby Blue; perhaps the true second
was the division of Michael's "army" when he'd first landed on the island.
	We lost much of the true beauty of the draft in that "Second"
draft.  The courtship, after all, was the single, most beautiful thing.
The politics of the draft followed a close second.  In that draft, there
was no time for courtship and little more for politics.
	The courtship usually went on the entire time the boys were at Baby
Blue.  By the time they came to the palace for the last week of the draft,
they had almost certainly gotten to know all of the houses and had probably
received some very impressive gifts from them.  This period was incessant.
At any given time, the houses were courting any number of boys, picking out
their favorites, sending them toys and candy, bringing them over to their
houses for dinner and games, anything and everything they could do to
attract the prettiest or most desired boy they could.  Inevitably they
pursued the boys who were prettiest, but even more so they pursued boys who
were like them.  Purple and Green for example, always courted horny,
sexually active boys; Blue and Gray courted shy, bashful boys; Yellow and
Red fell somewhere in the middle, closer to average.  During the courtship,
the houses all had to obey strict limits on what they could do with the
boys.  Any date was subject to approval by the Prince of Baby Blue; sex
with any of the boys was positively forbidden unless they specifically
consented to it.  When the consent was in doubt, the boy was believed over
the house.  Violations could bring penalties ranging from losing a draft
pick to a total ban from drafting or courting boys from Baby Blue for a
specified period of time.  Those were pretty severe penalties for houses
who lived for the Draft.
	When the Prince of Baby Blue determined it was time (almost totally
on the recommendation of the Guardian of Baby Blue), he would announce the
date for a draft.  Usually they occurred once a month.  A draft would
consist of anywhere from ten to twenty boys in Baby Blue.  Silver lots were
given to each of the houses representing their order in the draft at the
same time the candidates were brought to the palace for preparation,
exactly seven days prior to draft day.  For this first draft, their were
fifteen boys, so lots numbered one to fifteen were distributed.  The order
was determined by either 1) which house was most under-stocked, 2) randomly
drawn numbers from a hat, or 3) they were won during inter-house
competitions, which we shall discuss later in this book.
	During the next seven days, the lots might change hands any number
of times.  For instance, if Red really wanted a boy from Baby Blue who is
in the draft, and Gray really wanted one or more boys from Red, Gray might
trade their number one pick in the draft for the boy or boys they wanted.
Until the very moment that the lot was called for, no one could really be
sure which house had the pick.  One could see why so much gossip and
betting went on during the week.
	When the courtship period was over and the young boys moved into
the palace for the last week prior to the draft, the real fun began.  The
Royal Family threw lavish parties for the boys; the game rooms were opened
for use; huge feasts were proclaimed.  These were attended by the Royal
Family and Guardians, the candidates for the draft, and, at the King's
discretion, anywhere from two to fifty boys from each house, usually
selected by the princes and/or presidents, but sometimes specifically
requested by the king.  Being invited to a draft party was a great thrill.
The same rules applied to the candidates as they did during the courtship,
but by that time most of the draftees were pretty willing to have sex with
boys, particularly ones who had appropriately courted them during their
time in Baby Blue.
	The last part of the draft week was the rating period.  Ratings
were given to each boy by a panel consisting of each of the presidents of
the great houses and two members selected at random.  Each of the
candidates was examined in full, their bodies explored, their feelings
about sex and boys analyzed.  The panel would then list the boys according
to their beauty and compile a detailed report on them.  These reports were
then used as an additional basis for boy selection in the draft.  The
greatest excitement came when a boy received a 10 rating.  This was as
close to perfection as a boy could be.  Very few boys received 10's,
however, and there was only one in the First Draft of the Second Dynasty:
Kirk Delaney, aged 12.  That didn't surprise any of us in the know, of
course, for Kirk's adorable charm had stolen our hearts right from the
beginning.  I had hoped that John might pull down a 10 as well, but his 9
was nothing to be embarrassed by.
	For this draft, the traditional formula had to be modified a great
deal.  The courtship, legitimately, began when the more experienced boys
joined the group and, by that time, the real beauty of Baby Blue was lost.
The week in the palace was the closest aspect to tradition, but even it was
made awkward by the fact that we had so much space and so few,
comparatively, boys.  And the boy ratings, such a time-honored excitement,
were done quickly and efficaciously by the princes and guardians; whether
or not they held would be determined in the various pageants and contests
that would one day be resumed.
	The draft itself can best be seen by watching the events of that
second one.
	The night before the draft was usually kept a little on the mellow
side, the bigger parties occurring earlier in the week and the night of the
draft itself.  It was, rather, a night for the boys to reflect on their
second rite of passage the next day and to decide in advance which houses
they did or did not wish to join.  That's usually what happened with the
shyer boys in the group.  In every draft, however, there were always the
over-eager, over-horny boys who always planned to spend the entire night
having sex.  With the five pubescent "experts" we'd brought in the day
before, the tendency was certainly followed.  Thus, Ben Shriner hadn't even
attended the Draft Eve dinner and the other boys were equally engaged in
their last experiences of puppyhood.
	The events the morning of the Draft have already been described
above.  Normally it would have been a comparatively busy morning and day
with representatives from the Great Houses doing their last minute lobbying
and courting and that was happening despite the extracurricular activities
with Bobby and Tony.  It gave the palace a chaotic air with half-clothed
boys running and giggling and playing everywhere.
	After my long night with Ben, I thought it was best to avoid all
the excitement and try to get a nap.  As the Guardian of the Draft, it was
going to be a busy evening for me and I wanted to be at my best for both
the show and for the party that was sure to follow.  I had been wearing my
shorts and a short sleeve shirt.  Since I preferred to nap in the nude, I
had unbuttoned the shirt and was just pushing my little chest through it
when the door to my suite burst open and David Easter strolled in.  He was
naked and his slender, uncircumcised penis was half-erect between his
smooth, brown legs.
	"What are you doing?" he grinned.
	"It's customary to knock before entering a Guardian's room," I
said, feeling a little embarrassed.
	"Forget that shit," David grinned it aside.  "You gotta come see
what Tony's doing."
	"He better not be raping one of the puppies," I threatened already
heading toward the door.  Bobby aside, Tony had also taken to raping Luis
DeLeon every chance he got.  Luis was the youngest and least mature boy in
the group after Bobby.  He talked tough, but he was pretty helpless once
Tony had pierced his butt with his erection.  I would have done something
to keep Tony under lock and key, but Luis never complained and it was
pretty common knowledge that not even Tony could rape the willing.
	"This is even better," David giggled delightedly, his young voice
still unchanged by puberty.
	"Where are they?"
	David led me back to the game room where a crowd of nervously
giggling, naked boys still stood watching with delighted blushes on their
faces.  These included Billy Boyer, Luis DeLeon and Ben Shriner as well as
Princes Robby and David, President Sandy Blue and Tommy Wilde, a mature,
eighteen year old boy from Purple.  The crowd that had been there for
Tony's "punishment" had mostly dispersed but these boys had stayed behind.
	All of the boys were rock hard, their penises sticking out
throbbing and ready for whatever game might be played.  It was kind of cute
because you could go from the stiff, hairless little boner of Luis to the
hairy, mature cock of Tommy with all the stages of puberty in between, all
stiff and extremely excited.  Tony was laying on the bed, his legs hanging
over the side and his thin, five inch penis throbbing with red excitement.
He had a beautiful body, his skin so smooth and his chest defined with rock
hard, childish muscle.  His young cock looked adorable against his hairless
brown skin and testicles, and his fingers lightly caressed it, keeping it
tense and excited.
	Sandy was standing at his feet, his big hands greasing up his eight
inch manhood which throbbed as eagerly as Tony's did.  Sandy was seventeen
years old, stood a little over six feet tall and was very cute with blond
hair and blue eyes.  He loved sex a great deal and he was panting as he
gazed at Tony's naked penis and body.
	Laying on the bed a little way from Tony, Tommy was greasing his
cock, too.  His was a monster, throbbing straight out more than ten inches
and so thick even his adult hand could scarcely encircle it.  Both his
hands were rubbing lubricant up and down on it, coaxing it into a state of
angry erection.
	"What are you doing?" I asked, so confused by their behavior that I
felt myself growing younger again.
	"Tony's going for the monster," Sandy said, the familiar grin on
his face.  He always grinned when sex was the issue at hand.
	I thought he was flattering himself a little.  His penis was long,
but it was slender, too.  Even though Tony was pretty small for his age, I
felt pretty sure he'd had plenty of experience loosening up his butt.
	"I loosened him up the first time," Prince David giggled, and I
realized that his five inch, pubescent penis was only half hard and still
had a thin coat of cream covering it.
	"You ready, Tony?" Sandy asked, stepping closer to the boy.
	Tony was gasping already, and nodded in answer to the much larger
youth.
	I felt my mouth fall open as Sandy grabbed the fourteen year old's
big feet and lifted them up, spreading them and laying them up on top of
his shoulders.  The small cheeks of Tony's butt parted and I could see his
butt hole, already shining red and looking slimy, no doubt from Randy's
cock.  At first, the hole looked far too little for a mature penis to
penetrate it, but as Sandy's big penis head neared it, Tony relaxed his
sphincter and a larger hole appeared, gaping and inviting the cock to
enter.  Sandy guided his penis to the cavernous hole beneath Tony's
testicles, his strong arm holding Tony's legs tightly against his chest.
	As his penis head neared the butt hole, it started to look too big
to fit again, but that didn't stop Sandy from putting it against the hole.
"You ready, Tony?" he asked again, gasping in excited anticipation of the
tight body beyond the hole.
	"Yeah," Tony answered immediately.  "Do it!"
	I saw Sandy's small butt flex as he pressed his hips forward and,
sure enough, his penis was too big to fit in Tony's small body.  Sandy
pressed a little harder, however, and the hole grew bigger, the young man's
penis head slowly burying itself inside.  As it penetrated Tony, the
hairless young boy let out a gasp and I could see his body tightening with
pain.  Now his muscles really looked hard.  He covered his cute face with
one hand and kept caressing his stiff erection with the other as Sandy
slowly and patiently worked his cock farther up into his body.
	The hard manhood was only halfway inside when I felt like I had to
stop it.  Tony was whimpering and grunting with his effort to control the
pain and his ribs and muscles were straining from his body.  As empathetic
as I was to his pain, however, I just stood there transfixed.  His butt was
stretched so wide that it looked like a gross distortion of reality.  A
penis that big couldn't fit inside a boy that small.  It was doing it
though and I could see it sinking deeper inside him a little bit at a time.
If it hurt Tony, Tony seemed to be enjoying it, too.  Besides, maybe this
was the appropriate punishment for what he'd done to little Bobby.
	"Fuck!" Sandy hissed, his hands taking tighter hold of Tony's
skinny thighs and holding them tightly against him, his own thighs rippling
as his long legs strained to force his penis deeper.  Sandy was a natural
Kovz Boy which meant that, despite being seventeen, his legs, chest and
belly were still smooth and hairless.  In part, he was similar to Tony in
that he was very hard with muscle even though his body was very slender.  I
was more attracted to his face which was very cute and clearly was enjoying
what he was doing to the young boy.
	"Come on," Tony hissed back.
	"Kovz, Tony," Sandy grinned through clenched teeth, "I think it's
hurting me more than it is you."
	"It feels good," Tony's voice, still high pitched and childlike,
replied with grunting gasps.  The boy's fingers were tugging absently at
the stiff, bald erection between his legs and the young thing seemed to be
ready to break off.  Luis and Billy were apparently joining him at least in
masturbating for both kids were stroking on their own stiff cocks and
watching the boy getting fucked.  Luis's was small but thick, the ten year
old still smooth and hairless.  Billy had a wonderful bush of downy, light
brown peach fuzz at the base of his four and a half inch penis.  They
clearly liked the show a lot and didn't seem embarrassed to be stroking
their erections in front of everyone.
	Both Ben and Robby were equally stiff with their penises sticking
up throbbing between their smooth thighs.  Both of them were holding hands
close to their young erections, but hadn't grabbed them yet, apparently a
little too shy.  Prince David had taken a seat on a stool, grinning ear to
ear with his half hard cock dangling between his legs.
	"Fuck!" Sandy hissed and grinned, only two inches of his eight inch
penis still visible poking at the stretched hole of Tony's sphincter.  The
sacred skin between Tony's legs looked so soft and hairless against the
small bush of pubic hair that was approaching it.  Despite being
blond-haired, Sandy's pubic hair was quite brown in color.  His penis head
had to be poking up into Tony's belly now and the naked little kid looked
helpless and impaled on the big cock.  So tight was the pressure up his
butt that Tony's body jerked very slightly and he scarcely made a sound
more than pathetic little grunts as he had an orgasm.  Those of us watching
might have missed it were it not for the droplets of thin boy juice that
suddenly squirt out across his chest and into his pretty face.  Tony didn't
even show much sign of it.  He was stroking so slowly on his penis that it
didn't seem like he was going fast enough to get himself off and he didn't
change speed even as his sperm ejaculated, just kept stroking it slow and
steady.  His hairless erection didn't even start to get hard.
	"Kovz!" Sandy finally gasped and I looked to see that his entire
cock was now up inside the skinny, muscular boy, nothing but dark pubic
hairs showing where his manhood and Tony's hairless bottom were joined.
"It's all the way in!" the young man hissed.  Tony nodded, eyes closed,
incredibly long black lashes laying against baby smooth cheeks.
	I watched Sandy working the naked boy into position, both of them
grunting as the rock hard cock up Tony's butt moved around inside him.  I
jumped suddenly when I felt large hands starting to rub across my bare
shoulders and gently squeezing my round buttocks through my shorts.  I
turned with a start to find David Easter still standing there.  I'd almost
forgotten him.  The kid was totally erect now and I was enchanted by the
beauty of the throbbing, four inch boy cock between his legs.  Although his
face looked as young as any other twelve year old's, his penis had already
sprouted its first pubic hairs, sparse, curly black hairs about a half inch
long and no more than a dozen of them.  Against his creamy brown skin, they
were really pretty.  Though the boy's foreskin was still intact, it had
fully retracted from his swollen glans, showing that it was ready to
perform its duty.
	He was grinning a toothy grin at me, his smooth brown cheeks
blushing brightly.  He was a very cute boy with very dark brown hair and
deep, watery brown eyes.  His chest was perfect boyhood, slender and baby
soft, swelling slightly with muscle but not looking hard.  Even his nipples
were the tiny, dark brown kind I loved and his thin torso was flat and
beautiful with an adorable little belly button.
	He was too shy to say what he wanted but I felt his hand grabbing
for my bottom again and I knew well enough.  "You want to stick it in me?"
I asked, glancing down at his beautiful boyhood.  He nodded quickly.  Group
sex really wasn't my cup of tea, but I had to admit that I was feeling
pretty horny and watching Sandy sticking that big cock up Tony's butt made
me wonder what it would feel like.  Not that I was anxious to try one that
big, but a nice sized boyhood like David's seemed very appealing to me just
then.  Despite all my neuroses, therefore, I soon found myself pulling my
shorts down and stepping out of them.
	The bed was king-size.  Even with Tommy and half of Tony's body on
it, there was plenty of room for a small boy like me.  Blushing brightly as
the audience whooped in delight, I lay down on the bed with my small
erection pressed against the edge and my arms laying limply at my sides.  I
spread my legs wide and knew that my boyish love canal was exposed for
young David.
	"Oh, shit," Sandy grinned as he looked down at my exposed little
body.  I saw his hands and forearms ripple as he pulled tightly on Tony's
thighs a moment then gradually relaxed his grasp.  From where I lay, I
could still see between the hairless kid's legs and I stared transfixed as
Sandy pulled several inches of thick man cock from the tight butt hole.  He
was grinning at me as his arms tightened again and he again struggled to
reinsert his huge penis into the small boy.  I watched it move slowly back
inside the warm bottom until the hair again pressed against Tony's hairless
crack.
	It didn't take long for David to get into the act.  There were
plenty of jars of cream around and I lay watching Sandy's penis starting to
move more rhythmically in and out of Tony as my soon-to-be lover borrowed
Tommy's jar and greased up his young cock.  He was very quick about this
and I soon saw him putting the jar back down on the bed and felt his smooth
legs rubbing against mine as he crawled into position.  I saw his thin arms
stretch out on the bed as he lay forward and soon felt his erection poking
for my butt hole.  Like any twelve year old, the boy needed to guide his
penis to its target and he took brief hold of it with his fingers.  I soon
felt the swollen penis head pressing against my anus and felt the excited
kid pushing it forward.  My sphincter, so recently loosened by Ben
Shriner's six inch pole, readily parted and accepted the handsome boy's
smaller organ.  I felt it move easily up inside me and moaned softly as he
soon had it buried up to his boyishly hairy little base.  It felt
wonderful, even more so when I felt the slender kid lowering himself all
the way down on top of me until I felt his smooth chest pressed against my
back.  His hands, large for his size, took hold of my little shoulders and
I could feel his warm moist breath blowing excitedly against my ear.  He
started humping me and I felt his stiff penis moving wonderfully up and
down in my butt.  I moaned my pleasure while David panted excitedly.
	If Tony was being punished for what he had done to little Bobby, I
was certainly not getting equal treatment for my share in the abuse.
David's four inch erection was total pleasure in my butt while Tony's eyes
were actually moist from the pain of having Sandy's eight inch cock shoved
rhythmically and repeatedly in and out of his small body.  Both boys were
moaning and groaning from their exertions -- Sandy's a beautiful baritone,
Tony's a high pitched, whimpering soprano.  Not that Tony didn't look
absolutely stunning throughout the ordeal.  His chest swelled out its
beautiful rock hard muscle and his abdomen was equally hard, rippled and
flat and magnificent.  His upper lip was curled with pain and the poor kid
was turning his head back and forth with every thrust of Sandy's big cock
up his ass, but he still looked adorable with his mop of black hair, his
beautiful, slender black eyebrows, and the smooth perfection of his face.
Ms little nipples were erect on his chest and the droplets form his own
ejaculation were still sprinkled across the soft looking skin.  All the
while his entire body moved up and down as Sandy quickly and rhythmically
thrust into him, soon moving so fast that we could hear the rhythmic
slapping of Tony's thighs against Sandy's belly.  Tony was still stroking
his hairless erection with slow affection and none of us would have been
surprised to see him squirt more of his sperm out.
	David fucked me like an excited little puppy dog, his slender young
dick darting in and out with near frantic delight.  I could hear his breath
hissing through his teeth as his smooth body moved up and down on my back,
already moving as quickly and as desperately as the boy was able.  Slow
love-making isn't a twelve year old's style.  The sweet boy needed to have
an orgasm and he wanted it quickly.  I would have been happy if he'd taken
his time because he really did feel nice on top of me.  I just lay there
enjoying his excitement as I felt his straining young body growing tighter
and heard the kid crying excitedly as he tried to fuck faster.  He climaxed
all too quickly for my tastes, but the sudden jolts of pleasure that shot
through his body rebounded against my back and I smiled a little enjoying
it as much as he clearly had.  I don't know if the boy ejaculated or not
but I hoped that he had.
	When he was finished, he collapsed limp and exhausted on top of me,
his sweet mouth gasping desperately.  Not in any hurry, I just lay there
and enjoyed the rhythmic swelling of his chest as he struggled to regain
his breath.
	I turned my head to see that Tommy was still keeping his monstrous
penis well greased.  His big hands were both stroking on it, getting more
cream as necessary.  It was the largest cock I'd seen since the statue of
Calvin in the Hall of Boys.  Not only was it ten inches long, but it was
thick, so thick that my small hand wouldn't be able to wrap around it as
his much larger ones were.  The head was largest of all.  If Tony was
planning to take that cock on, as I suspected he was planning to, we were
going to need a doctor.
	"That was great," David whispered in my ear as I felt him pull his
hips back and pull his young penis out of my bottom.  It had started to
softened and as soon as it cleared I felt a droplet of wetness on my cheek.
It might have been some of the cream, but I suspected it was sperm.  The
boy managed to get to his feet and I noticed that Robby was smiling and
blushing over at me.  He really looked cute, so blond and beautiful, his
body skinny like mine, his overgrown hand bashfully stroking on his seven
inch young manhood.  His little pubic hairs were almost identical to
David's but his young penis looked much larger.
	I tucked my elbows under my skinny chest and smiled at the pretty
prince.  I gave a very slight tilt of my head and his almost feminine
beauty broke into a bigger grin.  He was quickly crossing the room to take
David's place.  As I waited, I looked at Sandy again, the young man now
pounding his cock up Tony's butt with ease.  The muscular kid's body just
rubbed up and down on the bed with every stroke, the huge penis sliding in
and out of him with rhythmic regularity.  As Robby greased his young cock,
Sandy finally grunted loudly with orgasm.
	I was a little surprised with the skill Sandy showed in pulling his
huge cock out of the tight little orifice.  Older boys were so much more
talented in the ways of sex.  In very little time, the eight inch cock
throbbed frantically out from between his legs in the full glare of the
lights.  The seventeen year old quickly laid Tony back down on the bed and
gripped his own angry penis in his hand.  He gripped it so tightly that his
forearm rippled and stroked madly on it.  Though he was grinning broadly,
his eyes were closed and his head lolled from side to side as he
masturbated himself into final glory.  Tony looked exhausted as he lay
there on the bed, opening his eyes and watching the older boy stroking the
huge penis that had so recently been all the way inside his young body.  He
was still gently fondling his own hairless boyhood, but he watched Sandy
just as I did.
	Sandy grunted happily as orgasm seized his mature body.  Muscles
bulged and flexed all over and the youth's fist beat faster and faster on
his penis, his grunts sounding faster and faster with it.  Just as he felt
the cum loading into the base of his cock, he opened his eyes and looked
down at the naked angel before him.  He pointed his rock hard cock downward
just as a long stream of thick, milky sperm shot out of the swollen head.
The boy hit what he was aiming at, his warm, slimy sperm catching beautiful
Tony square between the eyes.  The stream broke up there, splattering into
the cute kid's hair and all over his smooth face.  Sandy grinned happily as
Tony sputtered in shock, the older boy quickly ejaculating a second time,
this time letting his seed spray across the younger kid's smooth muscular
chest.
	"Kovz!" I heard one of the watching boys say.  "Man," another
agreed.  It was quite a sight even for boys in Kovzland.  Sandy knew
exactly what he was doing as he used his third stream of semen to spread
across Tony's belly button, quickly filling it and spraying across the
boy's ribs.  The fourth stream was less powerful and the talented youth let
it and all the remainder spill down onto Tony's hairless privates.  Apart
from clearing his eyes and licking the sperm from his lips, Tony made no
effort to avoid the slimy assault and lay there with his small chest
heaving for air and apparently enjoying it.  As his erection was covered,
the horny kid just worked the sperm into his cock with his fingers, even
wiping some directly around the smooth, hairless base where his pubic hair
would sprout one day.
	I continued to watch the two boys as I felt Robby awkwardly
crawling up between my legs.  He was more gangly than David was and more
clumsy.  He almost fell but managed to catch himself and I saw him
repeating David's procedures: first going straight-armed at my sides to get
in position, then taking one hand back to guide his penis.  As soon as his
penis head touched my butt hole, I knew it was going to be a lot bigger
than David's had been.  Robby didn't look any older, but his penis was much
more developed.  As I felt him starting to press it against my sphincter, I
had a more difficult time getting the young muscle to relax from protecting
my innards.
	"Come on, kid," Tommy encouraged Tony.
	"Let me rest a sec," Tony panted, still wiping Sandy's warm, slimy
sperm into his young skin.
	"Man, I'm not going to be able to hold on for long." At eighteen,
Tommy was a good looking young man.  He had light brown hair and green eyes
and the same smooth, beardless face of all the Kovz Boys regardless of age.
His body had filled out and thus wasn't as slender as Sandy's.  He wasn't
terribly muscular though his broad chest was quite firm and very smooth.
He had more pubic hair than Sandy as well, more than I had yet seen in my
life, though his belly, legs and scrotum still remained hairless in the
Kovz Boy fashion.  His hands were as slimy from the cream as his enormous
cock and he was still greasing the long ten inch shaft generously.  It
wasn't just its length that made it large, however, for it was also the
thickest penis I'd seen, topped by a head that was about the size of a
small orange.  It was helmet shaped, well formed for wedging tight buttocks
open, and a very bright, deep purple.  He'd stroked into such excitement
that the ridges stood out starkly from the shaft and shined in the light.
Looking at it, I couldn't imagine a cock so big and so thick ever managing
to get inside a thin boy like Tony.
	Prince Robby was having enough trouble getting his gifted but
smaller erection inside my little hole.  I laid my hands back out over my
head and lay my chest back down on the bed.  This allowed me to relax a
little more and also gave the thirteen year old prince a slightly better
angle to my body.  He giggled a little in excitement then grunted, stopped
breathing, and gently pressed his thin hips forward more persistently.  I
could feel my sphincter opening, could feel his generous penis head slowly
slipping into it.  Robby gave another push accompanied by a straining gasp
and his head buried deeper until my sphincter tightened down around his
more slender shaft.  He paused to rest, gasping and sounding very happy and
excited.  His penis felt bigger than Ben's had and ached just a little.
Where David's had been just a pleasant stiffness sticking into me, I could
definitely tell that it was a real cock penetrating me now.  I lay as
calmly as I could as the boy again grunted and his skinny body again flexed
and shoved his cock forward.  With the big head already inside, the shaft
slid more easily at first and more than half his penis was sticking in me
before my immature rectum became more of a struggle.
	I struggled to relax still more and Robby was soon able to let his
erection go.  Plus, my Kovzian buttocks was starting to get excited by the
presence of the big cock.  With his skinny arms to either side of me, he
was able to get more leverage.  Instinctively, or perhaps from experience,
the pubescent young boy started to work his seven inch cock gently in and
out, each thrust forward gently nosing his penis head a little deeper
inside me.  Just this felt great but it was feeling even better as his hard
erection rubbed against my prostate and as I felt his swollen glans
starting to probe deeper into my belly.
	I panted as much from pleasure as exertion.  My position was
perfect for Robby's penis which poked almost straight up at his face.  The
kid didn't have to bend it very far out of position to maneuver it inside
my body.  He continued to work it back and forth and my loins soon felt so
full of boy cock that I knew he was almost all the way in.  With an inch of
smooth shaft still to go, however, the boy lowered himself on top of me,
his skinny chest laying down against my skinny shoulder blades.  Nice.  He
hadn't been breathing as he forced it inside me and now he lay gasping
frantically as his big hands took hold of my shoulders as David had done.
Clutching them tightly, I felt him continuing to work his young penis still
deeper, boyishly trying to get the last inch into the warm loving embrace
of my rectum.  His high pitched voice whimpered as he tried to do this.
Laying down now gave him the perfect, natural angle his erection desired.
Inside my body, it was still pointing up at his face and the kid obviously
liked that.  I could feel muscles along his thin abdomen and smooth thighs
flexing as he kept shoving it harder and harder, the sweet boy finally
letting out a relieved sigh just as I felt his little pubic hairs touching
my bottom.
	My butt was feeling warm now, the pleasure telling me that it was
more than eager to reward me with an anal orgasm whenever the boy was ready
to really fuck me.
	"Kid!" Tommy urged again.
	"Okay," Tony panted.  The naked fourteen year old rolled over and
stood on his knees, his hairless, five inch penis sticking straight up from
between his legs.  Sperm trickled down his hard body but the boy didn't
seem to care.  He glanced briefly at Robby laying gasping and smiling on
top of me, young cock all the way up my butt, big hands desperately
clutching my little shoulders.  Tony didn't seem too impressed, however.
He soon turned to the huge pole standing between Tommy's legs and walked
over to the eldest boy on his knees.
	I turned my head to the other side so I could watch as Tony
straddled Tommy's mature, eighteen year old body, his hard chest facing
toward Tommy's feet.  I didn't know how they were going to do this.  Forget
about the sheer size difference between Tony's little butt and Tommy's huge
manhood; even standing full up on his knees, Tony couldn't get up high
enough to clear the swollen head of the man's penis.  They both seemed to
know how to deal with this, however for as soon as Tony was in position,
Tommy's huge hands gripped him around the waist and lifted him higher as
Tony's big hands reached down and pointed the man's cock straight upward.
Tony's knees actually came off the bed and he was perched precariously on
his toes.  Now this was a sight.  Sandy's big cock made Tony's body look
small but Tommy's made the hairless kid look like a little boy.  It wasn't
as thick as the two skinny thighs on either side of it, but it was
certainly rivaling them and the thought that either boy would even think of
sticking that much meat inside a body so small was totally shocking.  I
couldn't believe they were even going to waste time attempting it.
	As his hand accurately guided the huge head to his butt hole, Tony
seemed to realize just how impossible a task he was attempting because his
big brown eyes grew wider and the tough boy looked very very worried.
Sandy, still standing at the foot of the bed with his eight inch penis
oozing sperm onto the floor, grinned broadly and shook his head, realizing
just as I did that the huge cock was never going to fit.
	"That's a boy," Tommy encouraged, his arms bulging with muscle as
they held the hundred pound boy between his legs.  I could see them start
to lower the kid and saw Tony's face grimace as the huge penis head started
pressing at his sphincter.
	Robby was still just laying on me panting boyishly, his erection
throbbing so hard that I could feel it pulsing against the back of my
testicles.  It felt nice.  I could actually hear the huge smile on the
boy's face and felt his big hands rhythmically squeezing and un-squeezing
my shoulders.  I doubted if he needed to rub his penis inside me.  He
seemed well on his way to a pleasant, boyish orgasm laying right where he
was.  I did want to feel the thick hardness of his cock moving inside me,
but this was nice too, especially knowing how happy the boy was.
	"Ow!  " Tony's high pitched voice suddenly cried.
	"Okay," Tommy gasped.  "Okay." The naked boy hadn't even managed to
take the head inside yet though its pointed end was clearly busy parting
the tight fold of his buttocks.
	"It's okay," Tony gasped.  "I just got a cramp in my toe."
	Most of the boys gave a nervous laugh, but Tommy just nodded.  In
their position, with Tony leaning forward to fully reveal his buttocks, the
older boy must have had a great image of his penis head forcing the tight
sphincter open.  "Good," he said, his eyes showing that he was staring
straight at the boy's tight hole.  "It's opening, kid," Tommy gasped.  "Go
ahead and go lower." I had thought that he was baring Tony's weight but
could see now that the kid was supporting most of it on his thin, bulging
legs, apparently not wanting to go as low as Tommy's hands were willing to
let him go.  Pursing his lips tightly, his face growing red, Tony closed
his eyes and I saw more of his weight shift from his legs to Tommy's strong
hands, his bottom instantly moving a little lower.
	Even from my position I could see the penis head slip deeper into
the hairless crevice between Tony's legs until just the rock hard, purple
ridge was visible outside of the tight, painfully stretched opening to
Tony's body.  "Just a little more," Tommy urged and I could see his big
hands guiding Tony's hips still lower.  The last bit of purple disappeared
into the child's body and, after a fraction of an inch more, Tony's
sphincter tightened around the shaft.
	"Oh, fuck," Tony cried softly.  He let go of Tommy's thick penis
shaft and pushed his long fingers into the thick mop of his black hair,
rubbing his head as his tiny butt got used to the huge invasion penetrating
it.  Tommy closed his eyes and lolled his own head for a moment, his
powerful arms patiently holding the small body poised above his huge
erection.
	I suddenly felt Robby gripping my shoulders still tighter and heard
the sweet boy's soprano voice giggle as he finally pulled his hips
backward, his young, penis sliding slowly out of my butt.  He didn't risk
pulling it out too far before gently pressing it back forward again.  I
moaned my approval to him and he giggled still more delightedly, his breath
sounding ragged against my ear.  He was very awkward at first or perhaps my
butt was just too tight, but the reproductive instinct is strong in young
boys and after a few strokes the boy was quickly developing a very
pleasant, very effective rhythm.  Despite the initial difficulty, my body
was more than willing to accept this kind of internal massage and a
wonderful warmth spread between my legs, making my hairless erection feel
nice as it pressed against the bedspread.
	Laying there calmly letting the boy fuck me, I watched as both Tony
and Tommy prepared to put more of the huge penis inside him.
	"Fuck!" Tony hissed, his face contorting frantically as both he and
Tommy let his body lower further.  With the sphincter helpless to prevent
further intrusion, Tommy's cock slid in with shocking ease.  No, not like
Tony's little body free-fell on the big thing, but I could see the
stretched orifice of his butt sliding steadily down the smooth, throbbing
skin of Tommy's penis.  Inch after inch slid up in this way until almost
half of it was sticking up into the young boy.
	"Okay," Tony cried desperately, his face a mask of pain.  Still
grinning, Sandy politely came up to the boy and slipped pillows in under
each of his knees so he could rest his straining legs.  To get there,
however, Tony gasped and felt another inch of throbbing cock shoving up
into him.  "Shit!" he cried, finally able to support himself on his knees
if only he kept his thighs straight.  I could see him uncurling his toes as
Tommy's strong grasp eased.  Tommy was sweating from the pleasure and pain
between his own legs and I watched as he let his hands rub up and across
Tony's slender shoulders.  He did this so gently and with such affection
that I actually felt a little jealous.  Tears had actually spilled out of
Tony's eyes leaving two glistening trails down his smooth cheeks, mixing
with the sperm that was drying on them.
	"Are you okay?" Tommy panted tenderly.
	"Yeah," Tony gasped, though his soprano voice sounded strained.  I
watched the boy lean forward to look and see how much more cock there was
to go.  Four inches of thick shaft still separated his stretched butt hole
from Tommy's pubic hair.  "Shit," the boy said sitting up, "I can feel it
in my stomach."
	"It feels great," Tommy panted.
	"Yeah," Tony agreed, though he still looked racked in pain.
Between his own legs, his hairless penis still pulsed out straight and
hard, looking tiny compared to the huge one shoved up his ass.
	"Does it hurt?" Tommy asked.
	"No," Tony hissed, an obvious lie.  Tommy either believed him or
chose to pretend to believe him.  His big hands continued to rub the boy's
shoulders and back lovingly.  Tony had magnificent boy shoulders -- only
slightly broadened but rippled wonderfully from careful training.  Beneath
his smooth boy skin, the small shoulder blades looked really sweet.
	Robby was doing a wonderful job on my bottom.  I don't know if he'd
had an orgasm recently or not but he didn't seem to be getting one right
away.  At the same time, he was so well positioned that he wasn't having
any trouble sliding his penis in and out and was continuing with the same
rhythmic regularity as he'd used when he started.  His erection was rubbing
against my prostate and against the back of my penis and I realized that,
if he lasted long enough, he was going to caress my insides into having
their own orgasm.  I lay there enjoying the feel of both his cock and his
skinny body moving rhythmically on top of me, listening to his happy boyish
moaning.
	Tony's face twisted again and his slender belly rippled as he
allowed his knees to bend, lowering himself still further between Tommy's
legs.  "Awww," he cried as first one inch, then another shoved up inside
him.  Tommy's big cock was now as deep as Sandy's had gone and there was
still the thickest two inches of it to go.  I gazed up Tony's hairless
penis, along his belly and abdomen, tried to calculate how far up inside
his body the penis must be.  It had to be up even higher than his belly
button, much too far to be healthy or comfortable.  The boy's intestines
were going to be a mess.  Nonetheless, Tony didn't seem at all interested
in quitting.
	"Your almost there, kid," Tommy encouraged him, hands lovingly
petting the boy's thin, muscular shoulders.
	Watching that last two inches go in would have made my own butt
hurt were it not being so wonderfully massaged by Robby's consistent
fucking, slender, seven inch penis sliding comfortably in and out of my
body.  Tony looked to be in so much pain that I knew I should have
prevented him from going further, but I was feeling a little dizzy with
desire now and was curious if a boy Tony's size really could take a penis
as big and thick as Tommy's.  I soon had my answer for Tony wasn't about to
give up even when his weight wasn't enough to force his body to accept the
last bit.
	Recognizing the naked kid's predicament, Tommy's hands took hold of
Tony's hip bones and together they managed to shove the last of the ten
inch cock inside the tight hole, Tony's buttocks finally sitting down on
Tommy's wiry bush of pubic hair.
	"Shit!" the boy cried.
	"Lay back, Tony," Tommy encouraged the boy, sitting up on one arm
as the other wrapped around the skinny boy and pulled his shoulders back
against his chest.  This left Tony's front exposed, slender muscles flexing
all along it, ribs poking out.  The cock must be poking all the way up to
his sternum now which meant that it had found its way around his stomach
and all his vital organs to take up a position near the boy's lungs.  He
lay his head back on Tommy's shoulder as Tommy's big hand stroked up and
down on his soft, muscular chest and belly, tenderly petting the tiny,
erect nipples.  Tony looked small and thin on the young man's body.
	"You can't fuck me," Tony cried softly.
	"I don't need to, kid," Tommy panted.  "I'm about to cum."
	"Jerk me off, too," the fourteen year old begged.
	Tommy needed no further encouragement and his big hand dropped
between the boy's legs.  Tony's hairless erection looked even smaller
compared to the young man's big hand, not much larger than one of Tommy's
fingers.  Tommy didn't mind however, taking the young boyhood between his
thumb and forefinger and starting to stroke up and down on it.  Tony moaned
softly and Tommy turned down to kiss the boy's shoulders and neck.
	Watching the man's fingers stroking the lovely penis between Tony's
smooth thighs made me feel even more excited and I knew I was going to have
an orgasm.  I still just lay there unmoving, enjoying Robby as he continued
to slide his penis in and out my butt.  He'd been going at it for more than
five minutes now, an astonishing amount of time for a thirteen year old to
control himself, and it felt good.
	"Here it comes, kid," Tommy's deep voice suddenly announced to the
slender boy impaled between his legs.  Fortunately for Tony, Tommy didn't
buck frantically like a lot of boys might.  I think he controlled his
pleasure.  Instead, about all I could see was the rhythmic tightening of
muscles between his legs, each one accompanied by a soft, deep grunt.  I
stared transfixed as I saw the very base of Tommy's cock, the only part
still visible, flex rhythmically and realized that it was pumping his semen
up his huge penis.  It pumped for a long time and I wondered if Tommy had
as much sperm as any other boy his age.  It was still flexing when the
young man let out a long sigh of relief.  It was enough for me and I let
out a little cry as l felt my small body jerking in orgasm.  It was a weird
orgasm, probably because all the pleasure was coming from inside.
Nonetheless it felt very nice and Robby's boyish giggle told me that he
knew I was having it.
	"Can you feel it?" Tommy asked, kissing Tony's shoulder again.
	Tony nodded, his head lolling weakly on the older boy's shoulder.
"Rub faster," his high pitched voice said softly.  Tommy instantly started
stroking the young boy's penis faster, kissing his neck adoringly and
eagerly trying to help the ravaged boy have an orgasm.
	Robby apparently didn't need to fuck me any faster to get his own
pleasure for I could feel the boy's soft body growing harder against my
back and heard the desperate tinge growing in his immature voice.  He
didn't move his hips any faster, however, not even when the jolts of orgasm
finally raced through him and convulsed between his legs.  Like Tommy's
cock, Robby's penis flexed in my butt too and I could feel it pumping his
young sperm out.  Unlike Tommy, however, Robby didn't have enough sperm for
me to actually feet it squirting inside my body.
	Tony was the last boy to have an orgasm and Tommy was stroking the
slender young erection very quickly before it finally started squirting the
kid's thin juice across his chest.  The boy was so exhausted by what had
been done to his butt that he didn't move at all when he ejaculated, just
lay there against Tommy's chest as the older boy kissed him and let his
immature seed join Sandy's sperm on his body.
	With everyone pleased, we took a few minutes to recuperate before
anybody moved.  Robby's skinny body was swelling beautifully on top of me,
the boy gasping softly against my ear and rubbing his smooth cheek against
my blond hair.  His penis didn't seem to be getting any softer which was
just fine with me.  Since he'd stopped rubbing it in and out, all I had was
it's young size to fill the emptiness inside me.
	Tommy and Tony were equally willing to stay put for awhile but I
could see Tommy's cock softening even at the base.
	"I think I hurt myself," Tony's soprano voice finally said.
	"David, go get Jonathan," I heard my childish voice order
instantly.  This woke Robby up and I felt the boy starting to crawl of me,
his beautiful penis sliding out of my butt in a smooth, steady stream.
	"Are you sure?" Tommy asked with surprising gentleness and a lot of
guilt.
	"I think so," Tony replied.  Tears were trickling down his cheeks
again, dripping back into his hair.
	"What happened?" one of the other boys asked.
	"It was too big," another replied, worried like all of us.
	I scurried up on the bed, my own bottom feeling a little sore but
not bad at all.  "Here," I said, standing up bare assed naked and reaching
into Tony's hairless armpits.  Tommy looked really worried and lay back
down on the bed, taking hold of Tony's hips to help me.  Together, we
slowly pulled the fourteen year old up, the huge penis sliding slowly out
of his little butt.  Even soft, it was more than eight inches long and we
practically had Tony standing up before the purple head finally slipped
free, the entire organ failing back against Tommy's belly with a slimy
slap.  I helped Tony to lay down on the bed and he fell on his side.  His
little butt was farting and sperm was oozing out of it.
	"I didn't mean to hurt him," Tommy almost cried, quickly crawling
up beside the poor, naked boy, his hands stroking Tony's hair.
	"It was all our fault," Sandy said, looking just as worried.
	"It was just stupid," I said, looking up to make sure David had
gone to get Jonathan.
	Tony moaned and his slender, muscular arms held to his abdomen.  We
all tried to make him comfortable which was difficult because he insisted
he didn't want to move.  Fortunately Jonathan, along with everyone else of
import on the island, was already in the palace to enjoy the Draft.  He was
there within a few minutes.  Like a good doctor, Jonathan didn't waste any
time with questions despite the fact that his patient was covered with
sperm and farting like a fiend.  We all stood back and let him work.  Soon,
he pulled a bottle of pink potion out of the bag he always carried.
	"What were you guys doing?" he asked, turning a disapproving look
on me.
	"It was my fault," Tommy said instantly.  "He said he wanted a big
one." Jonathan looked at Tommy's enormous penis and arched an eyebrow.
	"I shouldn't have let them try it," I said ashamed.  "I knew it
wasn't a good idea."
	"Mmmm," Jonathan sighed his agreement with another disapproving
look.  After a brief moment, he gave me a little smile and wink.  He hadn't
changed at all since Tarsec Village, of course; a terribly cute,
blond-haired fifteen year old with a muscular build that swelled against
his skin-tight T-shirt.
	"Will he be all right?" Tommy asked, looking like he was going to
cry.  Sandy was little better.  The rest of the boys just looked confused.
	"Yes, I think so," Jonathan replied, returning to his disapproving
look.  He had pulled out a long rubber tube and a rubber sack from the bag.
He poured the potion into the bag and was screwing the tube into it.
"Fortunately, he's a Kovz Boy.  You could kill a human boy with that thing,
young man."  Though he himself was clearly much younger and smaller than
Tommy, none of us thought his superior tone was at all inappropriate.
	"Here we go, little guy," he said, stepping up behind Tony and
poking the tube at his butt hole.  The hole opened immediately, even wider
than the tube required.  Jonathan just let it slide all the way up into the
boy and started squeezing on the bag, depositing the potion in his violated
innards.
	Tony didn't look a lot better when the bag was empty, but Jonathan
pulled the tube out.  It was dripping with a generous coating of semen.
	"Yours, no doubt," Jonathan said, causing Tommy to blush and look
away.  The young priest looked at me again and gave a very brief grin.
Despite his sense of humor, I was still worried about Tony.  Kovz, he was
supposed to get drafted that night.
	Jonathan pulled out another pink potion and sat down beside the
naked young boy.  Tony seemed to be unconscious so Jonathan lifted his
small head onto his lap and pressed the bottle between the boy's lips.  As
the potion poured inside, Tony's neck moved as he swallowed it.  "That's a
boy," Jonathan approved.
	We all sat there watching as Tony rolled over on his back, his head
still resting on Jonathan's lap.  The older boy tenderly and lovingly
pushed the thick black hair from his eyes and his fingers gently caressed
the boy's smooth skin.  Finally, Tony opened his eyes and looked up at him.
"You feel better now?" Jonathan smiled.
	Tony nodded.  His deep brown eyes were gazing up at Jonathan's face
like he was looking at an angel.
	"Good, now let me tell you something..." Jonathan proceeded to give
the boy a lecture about boy sex that all of us listened intently to.  He
was particularly emphatic in telling the naked boy on his lap that even
Kovz Boys weren't immune to sexual excess.
	We were all quite apologetic and quite embarrassed, particularly
since every one of us was still naked.  "No more big penises, okay?" he
finally smiled, touching Tony on his small nose.
	Tony nodded obediently, more emotional, I think, than I'd ever seen
him before.
	Jonathan smiled adoringly at the pretty boy then set his head back
down on the bed and stood up.  "Kelvin, can I see you a moment?" he asked.
	I knew what was coming now.  He took me to the stairs, far out of
ear shot from the other boys.  "You should know better," he admonished.
	"I forget sometimes," I blushed, unable to look at him.
	"Well, okay," he smiled, tousling my hair the way he used to do.
"Here," he added, producing another vial of potion, this one blue.
	"What's this?" I asked, taking it.
	"It's a mild aphrodisiac," he smiled, "well, mild by Kovz Boy
standards."
	"What's it for?" I asked confused.  The last thing Kovz Boys needed
was an aphrodisiac.
	Jonathan smiled.  "Well, that's your call.  All I know is that the
old High Priests used to give the Guardian of the Draft a vial of this
before each Draft.  I think it's in case any of the Draftees need a little
help."
	I shrugged.  I couldn't imagine it being necessary, but I took it
anyway.  "Thanks for helping Tony," I said bashfully.
	"My pleasure," he smiled, tousling my hair again.  "I'm looking
forward to the Draft."

	That evening, the Royal Family hosted the traditional State Dinner
of the Draft.  It was a traditionally large state dinner.  The Royal Family
and Guardians were, of course invited, as were the draftees, the presidents
of each house and two of their "delegates", picked by the Princes and/or
the presidents.  The dinner was somewhat formal, in dress at least -- all
of the participants required to wear white slacks, black shoes, white
shirt, black tie, and a blazer appropriate to their respective House
colors.  Apart from dress and a few ceremonial toasts and such, the dinner
was a final chance for Houses to make their pitches to their top draft
picks.
	In some cases, the decision was so obvious and so foregone by
dinnertime that anyone could see the outcomes immediately.  Tony (fully
recovered), for example, was already sitting with the boys from Purple and
was wearing a purple armband around one of his hard biceps.  Purple and
Green boys were like that.  Yellow and Red were somewhat similar but also
similar to Blue and Gray.  Draftees bound for Blue or Gray were
recognizable only because they always looked so out of place.  The
delegates were usually too shy to approach them and they were usually too
shy to admit they wanted to join a House.  It was always very cute.
	At the conclusion of dinner, I segregated the Draftees and took
them upstairs for their final outfitting, leaving the princes and delegates
to resolve any final uncertainties.  Getting the boys properly dressed for
the Draft wasn't always easy.  By the rules, the boys could wear anything
or nothing at all.  There was always some cocky brat, it seemed, who wanted
to go out bare assed naked and the first draft was no exception: our
adorable little angel Tony.  Although it was legal, strictly speaking, it
wasn't much fun for the participants.  Interesting, tantalizing costumes
were always remembered longer and always more fun for the delegates.  With
some doing, I managed to talk Tony into an outfit that would allow him to
really express his true nature and physiology.  I managed this cooperation
only by agreeing to give him the potion that Jonathan had given me: the
aphrodisiac of all things!
	Most of the other boys were too bashful to follow some of my
encouraged recommendations, but the more advanced ones were more than
willing to take up the slack.  By the time they were all in their final
outfits, it was time for the Draft to begin.  I led them, some in scantily
clad outfits, others quite properly dressed, down to the Draft room.  Kovz
bless Potus once again for the Draft facilities he'd left for us.  The
draft rooms opened directly on the back of the stage, thus none of the
shyer boys had to expose themselves too soon, and none of the more
provocative boys could be seen until properly presented.
	I lined the boys, most half-clothed, up behind the stage in the
order that they were to appear and gave them a final pep-talk.  The doors
to the stage were open and we could hear all the wild commotion of the
eager delegates through them.  Nonetheless, the drapes were kept pulled and
the draftees were still out of sight.  As I was combing each of their hair
to make sure they were perfect, I heard Calvin step up to the microphone
and heard him trying to quiet the crowd.
	"Boys of Kovzland," he said, over and over again, each time greeted
with wild cheers and excitement.  "Boys of Kovzland," he said, finally,
laughing at their excitement, "When I can introduce our hosts, we can
proceed with the Draft..."
	This brought still more cheers and applause and I could hear Calvin
giggling as he stepped back and let them continue.  "Boys of Kovzland,
fellow Guardians, I present to you, His Royal Highness, Prince Ben of Baby
Blue."
	Calvin had managed this through the cheers and they grew louder as
Ben entered from the side of the stage opposite my boys and I. The cheers
went on for some moments before Ben, his pubescent voice cracking, finally
was able to speak.  "Boys of Kovzland," he said, "Guardians of all we hold
dear, it gives me great pleasure to present to you, Founder of the First
Order, Author of the Covenant of Faith, Father of the Constitution, Holder
of the Eight Colors, Keeper of the Potus Pledge, Guardian of Baby Blue,
First Guardian by Choice of the Council of Guardians, Guardian Kelvin
Guard, the Old One Slayer!!"
	The roar that sounded had become standard when my full titles were
used though I admit I didn't know what most of them meant anymore.  First
Guardian was, of course, a silly one, one I had because the rest of the
Guardians refused to allow me to relinquish it.  Calvin was the true First
Guardian.  I just got the glory.  The biggest and most recent title, The
Old One Slayer, had been bequeathed after I had mysteriously destroyed an
Old One on a river bank eight months earlier.  To that day, none of us knew
how I'd done it.  It had been in a moment of rage. But rage alone could not
have generated the amount of power I had been able to direct that fateful
day.
	I walked through the curtains and into the bright lights, so bright
that I couldn't see anything beyond them, nothing but Ben standing at the
microphone, none of the faces of the boys whooping and hollering, more for
the Draft than for me, I felt certain.  I walked up to the microphone and
was surprised when Ben hugged me rather than shaking my hand.  He stepped
back applauding for me and the room continued to roar.  I started to assume
the applause was because of what I had done for Bobby but I never did
learn, then or afterward, just why they were so approving of me.
	Whatever the reason, they fell silent as I stepped to the
microphone, knowing what my introduction was because I had penned it myself
when I'd written the Constitution that guided all our actions some
seventeen centuries earlier.  "Boys of Kovzland, distinguished Presidents
of the Great Houses, Your Royal Highness, I present Their Royal Highnesses,
the Princes of Kovzland." I felt even more silly about my duties as my
high-pitched voice echoed in the room, sounding so childish compared to
Calvin's and even Ben's.
	The room was relatively silent as the young princes entered through
the main door at the back of the auditorium.  They looked quite dignified,
still in their slacks and blazers, as they walked stoically to the reserved
tables of their respective houses.  Some of the boys needled them for their
officialdom, particularly Prince Robby and Prince David of Green and Purple
respectively, but none of the Princes lost their decorum.  The room was
still silent as I made my final introduction.
	"Boys of Kovzland," my soprano voice squeaked into the microphone,
"distinguished Presidents of the Great Houses, Your Royal Highnesses, I
present to you, His Royal Majesty, King Erin!  "
	The room now fell almost completely silent and we all stood in
honor of Erin's entrance.  For my part, I felt a little embarrassed that my
list of titles was so much longer than his.  One day, I knew, he would
catch up.  Kings had a way of doing that.
	Erin entered followed by Garrick on the upper balcony.  The balcony
had lots of room running all across the back and down both sides.  Erin had
chosen a place close to the stage, to the left of where I stood facing him,
and he and Garrick walked down the length of the room along the balcony.
There was a throne there and a smaller, though still ornate, chair slightly
behind and to the right of it for Garrick.  Both boys walked to them and
stood in front of them.  In the silence, Erin faced the room and looked
down at the small crowd, finally turning to look at me. He managed to look
surprisingly austere, though I knew him well enough to see a smile ready to
break out at any moment.
	"By what right do you call us here, good Guardian?" he asked,
according to tradition.
	"By your leave, Your Majesty," I said, a little relieved that his
voice sounded as immature as mine did, "According to the laws of Kovzland I
have brought forth fifteen boys for consideration for inclusion in the
Great Houses."
	"And do you stand as surety for all of time that these boys are
ready to join our society and have demonstrated the necessary
qualifications to be members in said society?"
	"I do, Your Majesty."
	"All here present, grant witness," Garrick's cracking voice
declared behind him.  "Guardian Kelvin, the Old One Slayer, has vouched for
the probity of these young acolytes.  How say you?"
	There was a loud, albeit non-spontaneous, cheer of approval and I
could faintly see Garrick and Erin smiling to each other through the floor
lights.  In the long history of Kovzland, no one had ever questioned the
draft of any boy and no one was about to question any of these young
offerings.
	"Very well," Erin declared slowly, firmly swallowing a grin.
"Pursuant to the Laws of Kovzland, the surety of the Guardian of the Draft,
and the approval of the population of Kovzland, I hereby declare the First
Draft of the Second Dynasty to be open." The room immediately erupted into
cheers, whelps and catcalls, but Erin continued in his still childish
voice: "Guardian, I grant the Draft to you." The cheers were so loud that
few of the boys probably heard him, but it was a formality that was quickly
done and dispensed with.
	We smiled at each other across the room as he and Garrick took
their seats.  There were so many things that Erin and I had been through
over the pervious twelve months, from Tarsec Village to Kovzland.  In my
mind, I had known him almost longer than anyone else in my life.  I was a
little surprised that he said the "First Draft" since we'd all been
referring to it as the second for weeks.  I guessed that he had decided to
change that on his own.
	The cheers went on and on and I stood talking to Ben beneath the
roar.  I knew he was just making conversation while the celebration went
on, but I giggled and answered him that he would have to wait to see what
the boys were wearing just like everyone else.
	Everyone in the crowd, and everyone else, clearly regarded this as
the true, "First Draft" despite the two informal drafts that had somewhat
officially preceded it.  Erin's proclamation of the First Draft of the
Second Dynasty had been immediately greeted with that tumultuous outpouring
of delight from the audience, not because anyone really thought it had been
the "first", but because it was all auspicious now: this was the draft that
meant our old society was back.  They cheered, honoring not just that
historic moment, but all the moments that had led us to it.  Technically,
it was the Third Draft; traditionally, it was the First.
	"I thank you, Your Majesty," I bowed respectfully to the young
friend who had so wonderfully stepped into his role as our supreme leader.
	It was now time for me to introduce the draftees.  As a boy myself,
for the most part, I hadn't known exactly how to go about this.  I mean,
how do you introduce boys who really hadn't accomplished or done anything
in our society?  I had presented the dilemma to Guardian Rick some days
prior and he had eagerly volunteered to write the introductions for me.
Shortly before going on stage, he had pressed a stack of 3x5 cards into my
hand and I had my introductions.
	I would have approached the whole thing much differently, and did
in future drafts, but I had been so uncertain how to handle the first one
that I had shyly accepted Rick's advice.  Even backstage, his introductions
embarrassed me, but even I remembered enough of the old days to know that
this really was the way the Draft was done.  Thus, I bashfully accepted the
elder Guardian's advice and found myself reading things into the microphone
I would have been unable to say in private.
	"The first boy up on the block is thirteen years old," I began.
"His penis is 5.3 inches long, he is uncircumcised, and he has brown peach
fuzz.  He's an affectionate boy and generally focuses on one boyfriend at a
time.  Your Majesty: Lee Wan!" Describing him so intimately embarrassed me
to no end, but the loud applause and excitement carried me along and I felt
more confident by those cheers, more confident in the cards, than anything
I could have managed alone.
	Lee came from behind the curtain.  His soft, pale brown cheeks were
glowing red with embarrassment as he tried to stroll as calmly as he could
down the gang walk.  He was wearing black gym shorts and a red, sleeveless
shirt and, following my advice, he lifted his arms and showed the howling
boys the smooth boy skin on his underarms.  His legs were bare and looked
very smooth and hairless, but none of the audience was foolish enough to
reach out to touch him: an immediate ticket to losing a draft pick.  They
just cheered and gazed, a few of the princes leaning over to talk to their
presidents.  Trying to touch a Draftee just wasn't done -- it was one of
the few social rules that everyone could agree wasn't appropriate.  When he
had finished his promenade down the gangway, Lee came back to the stage and
took up position to the far right, standing there fidgeting and blushing as
the boys cheered him on.
	"Our next candidate is also thirteen years old.  His circumcised
penis is 5.6 inches long and he does have some little silver peach fuzz
just beginning to show.  He's a honey of a boy: Brian Newberg!  "
	Brian was blushing even more than Lee as he took his "last walk of
boyhood" down the gangway.  He had planned to wear blue jeans and a
sweatshirt but 1, or more accurately, Rick, had talked him into gym shorts
and a tank top.  He was a cute boy and should have been eager to show the
softness of his skin and how hard his little chest was.  Both he and Lee
looked relieved when he reached the stage far right and they whispered
something to each other through the din.
	"Yet another thirteen year old boy," I continued.  "Our next
candidate likes to wrestle... a lot.  He has a four inch, circumcised penis
with downy brown fuzz; welcome: Billy Boyer!"
	I didn't have to tell Billy how to dress.  That boy was born
knowing how to excite boys and strut his stuff.  He had picked out a strap
suit for the occasion, a white one, that clung so tightly to his rock-hard
young body that every muscle and rib was easy to see.  Also easy to see was
his small penis, his small brown penis head and the faint trace of his
peach fuzz.  His skin looked so soft and smooth in the bright lights of the
stage that I heard more than one gasp.  I watched him do his "last walk",
remembering the shy night in the School for Young Gentlemen in Labar when
he and Travis had first taken advantage of Kelly and I so many months
before; he had never belonged in Baby Blue.  He didn't do much more than
walk down to the stage and back: a green band around his arm told everyone
which bid he was willing to accept.
	"Next, the first of our twelve year old boys.  This boy has a five
and a half inch, circumcised penis.  With a penis that size, it's hard to
believe that he doesn't have a bit of hair between his legs and we're still
excitedly waiting for his first sperm to arrive.  Troy Carmical!" I was
stammering and blushing over these overt, obnoxious introductions, but the
crowd loved it and I was ill-disposed to wing it on my own.
	Troy had decided to stick with blue jeans and a button down shirt
for his appearance and I'd agreed with him: he looked so cute in them it
was hard not to.  To make things even better, my introduction coupled with
the healthy bulge in his jeans made the boys take a close look at him as he
took his walk and returned to the other boys.  I smiled proudly at him, his
shirt unbuttoned far enough to see the beauty of his perfect skin.
	"This next boy is one of the most... active of our group here
today.  He's thirteen years old, has an uncircumcised, four and a half inch
penis with little silver fuzz, and loves to fuck boys.  One of the first
boys I met in Tarsec Village: David Easter!" My days in Tarsec Village were
now legendary and every boy knew the story, particularly with boys like
David, Michael Hocket, Lance Reynolds and Eric Thorne adding their own
perspectives of it.
	David strutted out wearing -nothing but bikini briefs.  Like Billy,
he already sported a purple ribbon and that was good because he belonged
with the horny boys of Purple.  He looked small and skinny on the stage but
the way he thrust his hips and small penis forward he quickly earned the
adoration of the crowd who yelped louder than ever.  Making things even
more engaging, the attention of the crowd clearly excited the boy: by the
time he turned to walk back to the stage his penis was very clearly erect.
	"Here's a sweet boy I know you'll like.  He's thirteen years old,
has a five and a half inch, uncircumcised penis, and beautiful, sparse
pubic hairs.  Boys, meet: Daniel Wyer!"
	Daniel, a clumsy boy normally, looked like he'd fall over he was so
scared and nervous.  Still, he'd worn the gym shorts as I hoped he would
and had even left his shirt off showing the beauty of his skinny chest.  I
was proud of him when, at the end of the runway, he clenched his big hands
and tried to flex his chest, the little mounds of muscle looking so pretty
above the ripples of his rib cage.  He really was a cute boy and the almost
childish flexing of his little muscles advertised the fact that he really
was very athletically inclined even if he was still pretty skinny.
	"Yet another thirteen year old.  This boy has a five inch penis
with just a hint of silver fuzz. I promise you this: he has some of the
sweetest boy juice I've ever tasted.  Tracey Gallagher!  " I had never
tasted Tracey's almost childlike semen, of course, but it was on the card
and I read it obediently as I did all of them, instantly flushing that Rick
had tricked me into saying it.
	Stepping out, Tracey looked as shy and clumsy as Daniel had, the
poor boy's big feet seeming to go everywhere but where they were supposed
to.  He wore gym shorts and a T-shirt.  Mostly he wore a bright red blush
beneath his silky blond hair.  I expect that my rather overt words about
his penis and sperm added to his natural boyish anxiety.  Nonetheless, his
legs were bare and smooth and he looked very pretty.
	"One of my personal favorites.  This next boy is as sweet as he is
beautiful.  His uncircumcised penis is almost five inches long, he has
unbelievably soft, brown peach fuzz, exquisite sperm, and you'd better look
out when this boy has sex because he has a style that's all his own.  Dean
DeGrande!  "
	Dean was blushing so brightly he didn't even look up as he came out
on stage.  I almost felt like I'd betrayed him by talking so openly about
the beauty of his body, so sweet and inexperienced did he look.
Nonetheless, he had proven to me in the preceding two weeks that he knew
what he was doing despite his innocent appearance and I could scarcely tell
him how he should present himself He was wearing shorts and a tank-top, his
adorable face looking so boyish and sweet beneath his dark hair.  His
slender, hairless legs walked quickly and nervously down the gangway,
paused a moment, then quickly brought him back to the apparent safety of
the other boys.
	"The last of our thirteen year old boys.  He has pretty, brown
peach fuzz and a penis that breaks the six inch mark.  He's sweet, he's
pretty, and you'd better hide your little ones.  Jorey Carson!"
	Jorey's lanky body moved with surprising grace, the happy boy using
his long legs to their full advantage as he paraded smiling and happy down
the gangway.  His cute face blushed, but he seemed to love the attention,
pausing along the way and letting boys get a good look at him.  He was
wearing a baggy tank top that accented his thin frame and silk panties that
showed the beauty of his young pubescent cock.  I watched Ryan point at him
and Robert nod hopefully.  Despite his bravado, Jorey was a sweet boy and I
could see that my friends knew it.  The fact that he had an almost perverse
fascination with little boys seemed hardly troublesome at the time and I
hoped that Yellow would get him.
	"At fourteen, this next boy did more damage to Baby Blue than I'll
ever be able to cure.  He's got a 6.3 inch penis with sparse little pubic
hairs, loves to have boy sex and is guaranteed to please every boy in your
house... his first night there!  Ben Shriner!" The words embarrassed me,
but the introduction was both witty and accurate.  The crowd loved Ben
immediately.
	He came out blushing and grinning wearing nothing but silk panties.
His long, skinny legs propelled him quickly down the stage where he stopped
and turned his skinny body for them all to admire.  I never saw him looking
more beautiful.  He got a lot of approval mostly because it was obvious
that he was sporting an intense erection.  "Let's see your boner!" a boy
from Purple shouted, to which Ben just blushed and grinned and pulled the
front of the panties down.  His penis stuck out stiff and throbbing, the
boys cheering wildly as he sported his sparse black boy hairs and pretty
penis.  Grinning and blushing a tremendous red, he recovered his cock and
strolled back to the stage, swinging his small butt.
	"Kovz," I sighed, to great laughter.  "Our next boy is only for the
tender and loving of you for he is indeed a sweetheart.  You'll see him in
the beauty pageants sporting his four and a half inch penis and soft,
boyish brown peach fuzz.  Boys, John Dougher!"
	John didn't get quite the cheers I expected but that was because so
many boys were gazing at him and whispering.  He looked beautiful, his skin
perfectly smooth and baby soft beneath his mop of silky brown hair.  He
wore gym shorts and a baby blue T-shirt adding to his beauty with smooth,
hairless brown legs.  "Let's see your boner!" another boy from Purple
yelled, but John just blushed in embarrassment and no one seemed to
appreciate the rude catcall at so sweet a boy.  It didn't look like he had
an erection to me.  "How old are you?!" a voice from Yellow asked.
"Fourteen," John's high pitched voice cracked softly.  He definitely didn't
look fourteen.  He walked back to the stage before they were finished
ogling his soft body.
	"Well, this next one may be the boy of the night.  He's got a lot
of spirit, I'll tell you that.  He's fourteen years old.  The rest... well,
you'll have to see for yourself. Your Majesty, Boys of Kovzland: Tony
Marsh!"
	There was wild applause and cheers.  Everybody knew who Tony was by
now but they met him anew when he strolled out onto the gangway wearing a
white diaper, a baby bonnet, sucking his thumb and holding a small, baby's
blanket around his shoulders.  The only sign of his true nature was the
purple ribbon tied around his hard, swollen biceps.  Any sign of his
morning excesses was gone save for a reminiscent smile from Tommy Wilde.
	The look of confusion and wonder in his big brown eyes and his long
black lashes completed a picture of near perfect innocence.  Even though
his bare chest was extremely hard and well-defined with carefully developed
young muscles, Tony looked as sweet and innocent as his white diaper and
outfit suggested.  He walked stiffly and childishly to the end of the
gangway, his smooth, hairless legs taking tiny baby steps.  At the end, he
stood there sucking his thumb and flashing his long black eyelashes at the
yelping crowd.
	"Let's see your boner!" the same obnoxious boy from Purple howled.
	Tony's big brown eyes grew even wider and he looked shocked and
momentarily afraid.  So convincing was his act that, for a brief moment,
even I thought he might actually be scared.  Not little Tony, though.  Any
worry about that boy's innocence was long since wasted.  After a perfect
beat, the kid pulled his thumb from his mouth and started parading around
using the blanket as a stripper's snake, showing everyone the rippled
perfection of his pubescent body and the awkward grace of his long legs.
Twirling the "snake" around his body with one hand, he used the other to
undo his bonnet, whirling the soft, silky fabric into the sea of purple
shirts.  That done, he did a dance, even going so far as to stroke the
snake back and forth between his legs before launching it into the crowd,
again toward Purple.
	Now he was in full splendor wearing just his plush white diaper.
He turned toward me as the boys in Purple and Green yelped wildly, and I
watched as his big hands unfastened the little bunny safety pins that held
his diaper clasped tightly between his legs.  Once undone, he let the back
fall free and on the far side of me the audience got a full view of his
round, tight buttocks.  Kovz, I'd seen what the boy was willing to take
inside that butt and no wonder they went wild.  It was still probably a
good thing that Jonathan had done such a miraculous cure on the boy or all
they'd have seen would have been a cavernous hole.  He stood back up and
turned to face them, holding the diaper up over his penis still.  I could
now see the perfect bubble shape of his boyish bottom and even I was
enchanted at the thought of fucking it.  When the crowd was satisfactorily
worked up, Tony let one end of his diaper fall free which doubtlessly
revealed little more than how smooth and hairless his pubic area was.  He
left it that way for a few seconds -- then, just as the cheers were
starting to diminish, he let go of the other end and the diaper fell to the
floor.  From behind, I could see his little shoulder blades poke sharply at
his rippling back as his long, skinny arms shot up high over his head.  For
long, loud minutes, the immature sex god stood there displaying the full
glory of his nudity.  He turned from side to side letting everyone,
including me, see the straight, rock hard, hairless penis sticking out from
his body.  The more sexually open boys yelled wildly.  The more innocent
ones blushed and tried to look away politely, bashfully glancing back to
see the excited young kid's beautiful erection.
	Thoroughly satisfied with his performance, the boy slipped a toe
beneath his diaper and kicked it outward, the thick cotton flying toward
Purple.  He left the group still stark naked, his small butt swaying
seductively to the now horny boys.  It took a long time to get them quiet
again.  Tony just stood there between Lee and Daniel sporting his erection,
the throbbing hairless cock not softening in the least.
	If I had any idea how sexy he was going to be, I wouldn't have
introduced him until the end.  As it was, there were three of my favorite
boys to come and I doubted anyone would take their eyes off Tony's
beautiful erection long enough to appreciate my favorites.
	"Our last three boys are all twelve years old." This got the crowds
attention as I'd hoped.  "First, a hairless boy with a big seven inch penis
and sweet boy juice: Kai Gilmore!  "
	Kai appeared looking pretty and boyish wearing only a pair of gym
shorts.  The beauty of his small, well formed chest should do something to
get the attention off Tony.  His body was completely hairless and his
penis, though not erect, left a noticeable bulge in his shorts even though
they were loose fitting.  He held his arms up over his head as I'd taught
him to do and showed them all the beauty of his perfect, smooth skin.
	"Next, the smallest boy in today's group has a four and a half inch
penis.  He's still too young for either sperm or pubic hair but he's a
cocky boy who's ready to be taught by an older boy... or to teach an older
boy a few things.  Luis DeLeon!  "
	Luis appeared looking scrumptious and younger than his twelve
years.  If he had done what Tony had done the crowd would have rioted for
sure.  As it was, he wore nothing but underwear, a white T-shirt and white
underpants.  On his young body, it was effective.  At the end of the ramp,
he stood and bent one knee causing his four inch penis to make a
significant bulge in his underwear.  "Let's see it, Luis!" a boy shouted.
To my delight, the boy shrugged and pushed his underwear down his smooth
brown legs.  His butt was to me, but I could tell he was holding his penis
in his hand, probably pulling his foreskin back, letting all the boy's see
his hairless boyhood.  Soon, he pulled his underpants back up and went to
stand next to Kai.
	"Save the best for last," I said as the crowd quieted.  "Our final
boy has already been pre-approved as a 10!" This sent them into wild
hysterics.  Tens were rare.  Having one in this, the first draft, was very
exciting.  Normally a boy couldn't be declared a ten except during the
Festival of Boys at the end of the year but the Guardians and Royal Family
had taken the rare action of conferring it on this boy right from the
beginning.  "He is twelve years old.  He's four feet, eleven inches tall
and weighs eighty eight pounds.  This boy will one day win beauty pageants
for the house that drafts him.  Boys, I am proud to present for your
approval: Kirk Delaney!"
	Kirk appeared as he always did: bashful but friendly.  He smiled
his most endearing smile, his blue eyes sparkling, his silky light brown
hair blown gently by the ventilator system.  The boys cheered.  The boys
stared.  He was exquisite.  By the time he reached the end of the ramp,
wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt, everyone knew what made him a ten though
he didn't need to show his penis to convince anyone.
	"Gentlemen, the candidates of the First Draft of the Second
Dynasty!" The cheers were fantastic and I was plainly back in good graces
despite pulling little Bobby Lauren out.  Bobby would be a perfect ten one
day.  I was certain of it.  Then, he would stand on this stage and take the
final walk of boyhood and I hoped to be there.  For now, he had a right to
be a little boy.  That was how we did things in Kovzland.
	Prince Ben Alfors came through the curtain, handed me a clipboard
and took his position at the microphone as the applause and cheers
continued.
	"Who has the first pick?" he asked in his friendly, gentle voice.
Even though the adorable prince spoke into a microphone, the excited
cheering and applause totally eclipsed him.  He waited for a long moment,
smiling over at me.  All I could do was shrug my shoulders.  "I can't get
started until you quiet down!" he finally said loudly into the amplifier.
This was loud enough for everyone to hear over the roaring din and the
presidents and princes tried to hush their boys up. Soon, it was quiet
enough for Ben to continue.  "Now who has the first pick?"
	"We do!" Sandy Blue, the president of Purple and Tony Marsh's
recent lover, announced over the roaring multitude.  The crowd gradually
got still quieter as they realized the big moment was at hand.  The first
pick was a big deal after all.  A number one draft pick would carry the
honor throughout his life.  It was almost as good as being a perfect ten
and I knew, as every one else did, that Kirk was sure to be the first boy
taken.
	I felt a pang in my heart when Purple emerged with the first pick.
Surely they would take Kirk and the beautiful, sweet boy would be ruined by
a house more absorbed in sexual excess than in the kind of tender affection
that young Kirk offered.  He might refuse, of course...
	"And who would you ask me to give up for the good of Purple?" Ben
asked, following the tradition.
	"Your Highness, being a fair and loving House," he said drawing a
round of laughter and boos.  "We have determined that it would be in his
best interest and in the best interest of Kovzland, if we looked into our
hearts and took mercy on the poor, lost babe in the woods.  Purple House
requests His Highness grant us adoption rights on that most beautiful of
boys: Tony Marsh!"
	Tony didn't wait for permission.  He yelped and ran, still stark
naked, hairless, five and a half inch penis still throbbing between his
legs, down the ramp, diving from the end into Sandy's arms and immediately
swallowed up by a host of purple outfits.
	"Does the candidate accept this offer of membership?" Ben shrugged
helplessly.  There was no response apart from nervous laughter by boys from
other houses, boys watching the hard, naked boy.  Hands were already
groping Tony's body and stiff erection and the boy was not concerned.  "I
think we can take that as a 'yes'," Ben grinned at me.  I wrote it down on
the clipboard.  It was almost unheard of that a perfect ten wouldn't be the
first boy drafted.  If anything had truly been perfect in that first draft,
however, it was the fact that Tony went to Purple.  He belonged there and
adorable Kirk clearly didn't.
	"Who has the second request rights?" Ben asked into the microphone.
	There was a long pause and I felt my heart racing with curiosity
and fascination.  I did my best to follow the trades and deals that
determined who ended up with the draft picks but it was never enough.  Red
had been granted the first draft pick more than a week earlier and even I
thought that they were going to be able to pick first.  Obviously some
trade, or series of trades, had been worked out in the meantime.  Blue had
originally been granted the second pick but I somehow doubted that they
still had it.  "We do, Your Highness," Robert's cracking voice finally
sounded above the continuing celebration for the newest member over at
Purple.  There was a flurry of excitement from Yellow as the young boys
whispered their final advice to their president, not the least of which was
Prince Ryan who looked so worried it almost seemed like he was going to wet
his pants or something.
	"And who would you ask me to give up for the good of Yellow?"
	I had no doubt who they would pick and was thrilled that my old
alma mater was so lucky.
	I felt my heart racing joyously and smiled despite my supposedly
unbiased position.  Robert was too shy for the traditional speeches and
just said, "Kirk Delaney." There was applause and more than a few groans of
disappointment from the other teams but Yellow had the pick.  Even though I
knew who they would say, I felt a nervous pit in my stomach.
	"Does the candidate accept this offer of membership?" Ben asked the
precious twelve year old.
	"Yes, Your Majesty," Kirk nodded and said in a shy voice.
Instantly the nervous pit inside me erupted in joy.  Perfect.  Absolutely
perfect.  A boy as sweet and adorable as Kirk belonged in that very house.
The Draft was working!
	"Highness," Ben corrected the boy gently.  "You may join your
brothers," he added with a loving smile at Kirk.
	The adorable Draftee walked nervously down to the stairs.  Ryan
greeted him there, smiling lovingly, and escorted him back to their tables,
a host of Yellow boys welcoming their newest brother with beautiful
affection.  A big part of my trepidation about the Draft quickly
dissipated.
	"Who has the third request rights?" Ben asked.
	"We do," Sandy Blue shouted again, disentangling himself from the
purple hoard of boys still mauling Tony.  "Us, the loving and tender boys
of Purple," he added drawing more laughter.  That was another surprise,
even though Purple had been given the original third pick.  For Purple to
have two of the top three picks showed incredible skill by their tall
president and I examined him with renewed appreciation through the bright
glare of the lights.  The best of the remaining boys was John Dougher but
Sandy had already shown incredible wisdom in his first pick by passing Kirk
up in favor of Tony, a boy already declared in his house's favor.  I had to
expect that he was going to choose Billy next.
	"And whom do you ask me to give up for the good of Purple?"
	"John Dougher," Sandy said, drawing some startled looks.  What?!  I
almost screamed aloud.  What a stupid pick!  Surely they couldn't have
fooled John into accepting such an offer.  I looked over at John.  The poor
boy looked terrified.  He knew he didn't have to accept the offer and I
hoped I'd trained him well enough to turn the offer down.  A sweet boy like
him didn't belong in Purple.
	"Does the candidate accept this offer of membership?" Ben asked,
looking as eager as I was to tell him not to.  Technically, we could refuse
on his behalf, but that would set a bad precedent; frankly, it had never
been done before.  It was up to John.
	The long pause made me worry intensely.  Perhaps they had gotten to
the young angel; perhaps they had made some flowery promise to him to make
him think that Purple was a good place for him to be -- perhaps, even, he
was young enough and foolish enough to think it was best for him to accept
the first offer that came along.  Both Ben and I stared at the adorable
young boy and both of us were filled with hopes that he would decline.
John swallowed, staring at Ben.  He was too scared to speak and finally
shook his head.  A wave of relief swept over both Ben and I.
	"The candidate requests further consideration," Ben quickly
announced to scattered applause.
	"Then we want David," Sandy exclaimed, immediately.
	"Sorry," Ben smiled.  "You'll have to wait until the end now.  Who
has the next pick?" Ha! I thought.  Wise Sandy had showed his lack of
wisdom.  By picking a boy he hadn't co-opted before the Draft, he'd lost
his draft pick.  Now he would have to wait until the end and take whatever
boy was left.
	"We do, uh... Gray," Vincent Patten said, a big, toothy grin on his
pretty face.  He was an adorable blond haired boy from an adorable, loving
house.  A perfect home for a boy like John.
	"And whom do you ask me to give up for the good of Gray?" Ben
asked.
	"John Dougher," Vincent grinned even bigger, obviously confident of
acceptance.  I worried briefly that the boy would say no even though I had
been seeing him in his gray shorts and T-shirts for days now.
	"Does the candidate accept this offer of membership?" Ben asked the
now smiling boy.
	"Yes, sir!  " the adorable fourteen year old smiled, looking like
he had tears of joy in his eyes.  Yes!  The Draft was going perfectly.
Gray was where John should go.  Yes!  I was ecstatic.
	"You may join your brothers," Ben smiled at the beautiful youth.
"Next!" he said.  The tumbling around Purple was subsiding as they realized
they'd better pay closer attention.  Sandy held Tony's naked body and
caressed the hairless boy's stiff erection while he watched the
proceedings.  He had a subtle smile on his face, a strange expression for a
young man who had wasted a number three pick.  The newest member of his
team was grinning delightedly as his new brothers explored his muscular
young body and stiff erection.
	"Us, Blue," Sandy Rick's voice cracked loudly.
	"And whom do you ask me to give up for the good of Blue?"
	"Uh, Dean DeGrande," Sandy replied, smiling but blushing
horrendously.
	"Does the candidate accept this offer of membership?" There was a
long pause and for a moment I was afraid Dean was about to say no but he
finally nodded.  "You may join your brothers.  Next!" Yes!  Everything was
perfect.  Blue was a very shy house but it was the perfect place for Dean's
kind of affectionate love.  Not only was Dean beautiful, but he was going
to do wonderful things for the bashful boys of Blue.
	"Red!" Chris Anderson called out.
	"And whom do you ask me to give up for the good of Red?" Ben asked
according to formula.  Red fit somewhere comfortably in-between Yellow and
Green.  It could be a fairly sexual house but the boys tended to be
relatively reserved in their sexual behavior compared to Green or Purple.
Mostly, the boys of Red were jocks.  There weren't many athletic boys in
the group apart from Daniel Wyer and Dean, and Dean was already taken.  I
wondered who they would pick.
	"Brian Newberg," the young general replied confidently.  Brian
accepted the offer with a happy giggle, excitedly joining his new brothers.
I certainly didn't think of Brian as being athletic, though he was rather
muscular, and he was considerably younger than most of the boys at Red.
Perhaps they were balancing out the mix of their ages by taking the young
kid.  He seemed very happy to join them and they were obviously happy to
have him.  I would have put the cute boy in Gray or Yellow, but it still
seemed to be working out.
	The next pick was Green's and Roger McCormick stepped forward.  He
was a very good looking young man of perhaps sixteen.  The innocence of his
smooth face belied a boy who enjoyed sex a great deal.  Prince Robby
whispered last minute directions in the youth's ear and Roger smiled
agreeably.
	"Billy Boyer," the young president smiled.  Billy was already
wearing Green's colors, of course, so it was no surprise when he readily
accepted.  His face looked as solemn and stoic as ever but he was clearly
going where he wanted to go.  Yes!
	Purple had yet another pick, another sign of Sandy's ability to
work the Draft.  This time, however, he wisely picked Luis DeLeon, a cute
young boy who clearly wanted to be in Purple.  There was no refusal this
time and the prepubescent kid joined Purple with almost as much outward
affection as Tony had received.  I noticed that Sandy was looking very
serious now, apparently upset that he had wasted a number three draft pick
on John Dougher, a boy who never would have joined Purple willingly.
Through the bright lights, I could see the president giving instructions to
a half dozen boys from his house, each of them scurrying off in different
directions as soon as he was finished.  He turned back to the stage looking
very serious, but with an enigmatic smile touching his handsome face.  His
prince and theoretical leader, David, was already pulling down Luis's
underwear and examining the little boy's hairless penis, seeming oblivious
to what his president was doing.
	There were still a good many wonderful boys to go and my favorite
house, Yellow, emerged with the next choice.  They selected Jorey Carson
who would probably be happier and more effective there than anywhere.
Yellow still attracted a lot of little boys into its fold and Jorey
definitely had a knack for seducing little boys.
	Gray picked Kai Gilmore who reminded me of Prince Craig.  His penis
was so big topping out at seven inches, and yet he was still a sweet,
hairless boy.  Gray was good.  All was good.
	Blue chose next and picked Tracey.  Tracey might have been more
comfortable in Gray because he was, compared to the boys of Blue, fairly
comfortable with his sexual desires, but he accepted the offer and I knew
that it would be a good home for him.
	Red chose Troy Carmical next, a boy who might have fit better into
Green in many ways and better in Yellow in many others.  He was a very
loving, very tender boy, but Kovz knew he liked having sex, with little
boys all the more.  Red was probably the best compromise, though Kovz knew
he was no athlete.  I half expected Red would choose Ben since Ben, even
though he was very skinny, was very active and would probably make a good
jock.  They didn't however, and Troy, looking more bashful than he really
was, joined his new home.
	Ben was instantly snatched up by Green, a house more in line with
the horny nature of his penis.  Ben would probably have been best in
Purple, but he was a little more tender than most of the boys in Purple so
Green was probably, even for him, a good compromise.  Everything was going
wonderfully.
	There was a great deal of doubt when Purple announced that they had
the next pick.  There were only three boys left but we all knew that
Purple, having lost its third round pick, was already assured of the last
one without doubt.  That meant that of the three remaining boys, Purple was
sure to get two of them.  Of the three, David Easter was already wearing a
purple ribbon so there was no reason to pick him.  Whoever had the other
pick would probably pick one of the others because David could still refuse
the pick and end up in Purple's camp anyway.  I fully expected, therefore,
that Sandy would pick Daniel.  He might refuse the offer, but he was more
likely to accept it than Lee was.  Lee was wearing a yellow ribbon.  This
late in the Draft, he might have to accept something else, but he was
already declaring where he wanted to be.  Purple, like any house, probably
wouldn't draft a boy so clearly showing that he wanted to be somewhere
else.
	This was the tense moment.  This was the time that a boy might be
forced into accepting an offer he really didn't want.  Not that that meant
the end.  In all probability, the receiving house would likely make an
offer to trade the boy to a more appropriate house right away, and
certainly the Guardians would immediately intervene to encourage this.
Nonetheless, I didn't want to see a boy drafted and traded away like fresh
meat, particularly not in this first draft.  Still, Purple had two picks
left and only David was likely to be happy there.  It was still possible
for this Draft to fail.  Worried and fascinated by the possibilities, I
listened as Sandy stepped up to the microphone for his group.
	"Your Highness," he declared in his excellent speaking voice.  It
was deep, but still soft, an endearing thing on an island with very few
mature boys.  More than any other house, Purple was having a good time
making its silly speeches before announcing its decision and it had a
beautiful and talented speaker at its disposal.  I wondered who had
selected this beautiful boy for president.  Prince David?  Not likely.
More likely a Guardian exercising his indirect control over a house.
Regardless, things were getting tight for making this draft a success and I
was too eager to find out the conclusion to feel comfortable listening to
the long preemptory speech, however brief it was.
	"Well, well.  How 'bout this," Sandy smiled to the boos and
catcalls of the non-Purple houses.  Everyone knew what the situation was,
not the least of which were the three boys whose immediate future was about
to be determined.  "Purple is in a special position," he smiled, almost
hinting at what we all knew: Purple could ruin this draft by forcing an
unwilling boy into its fold.  Would even Purple be so cruel?
	A youth from Purple scurried up to Sandy and whispered in his ear
but the seventeen year old shook his head.  Behind him, Prince David was
stepping forward uncertainly, but he clearly wasn't about to interrupt.
"I've got two of them," the president continued, gazing at Daniel, David
and Lee still standing on the stage.  "I don't know if Lee or Daniel really
want to be part of Purple, but they're very cute boys and we'd be happy to
have them." Another boy ran up to him, but Sandy stopped talking just long
enough to again shake his head.  I was confused and didn't understand what
was going on.  But Sandy was clearly delaying.
	"David, on the other hand, clearly wants to be part of Purple,
don't you David?" The tall, skinny pubescent boy nodded but he looked as
worried and confused as the other boys on the stage, including me.  What
was Sandy doing?
	"It would be a shame if any of these boys joined a house that would
trade him almost immediately..." he said slowly, a third messenger
scurrying up and whispering to him before he looked pained and shook his
head.  "... a shame as this is the first draft... A boy should be able to
go where he wants to go... no one wants him to be forced to go where he
doesn't want to go...
	The long pauses showed that he was delaying and I finally
understood why.  He was doing what he should be doing as president of
Purple.  He knew that two of the three boys would never fit into Purple and
would have to be traded as soon as possible.  Rather than ruining the
Draft, he was trying to get someone to make a worthwhile offer on his last
draft pick.  He didn't want to draft Lee or Daniel knowing they wouldn't be
happy in Purple, knowing that they would face the embarrassment of being
traded off like unwanted chattel.  He was trying to buy time for another
house to make a trade he could accept.  Nonetheless, a fourth messenger ran
up to him and he again shook his head.
	"This is the first draft," he pointed out again, as boys scurried
about the room behind him, "and it is important that everyone finds a good
home, a place where he belongs... No one, and certainly the Prince of
Purple least of all, wants to see an innocent draftee go someplace he
doesn't want to go..." Prince David didn't look like he understood anything
that was going on but it wasn't Sandy's words that mattered -- the youth
was really trying to delay things.
	The room was really building into a flurry of activity now with
boys scurrying in and out the back doors so rapidly that I couldn't follow
them.  Sandy just kept talking in his slow voice, starting to quote from
the Constitution, building the entire thing into an almost classic
filibuster.  The boys on the stage looked confused, but the room was abuzz
with activity and I appreciated enough of what was going on that I remained
silent.  I was worried: every knowledgeable boy in the room was, but I was
hopeful as well.  Silently, we had agreed on a shared goal: make this a
perfect draft.  I glanced up at King Erin and could see the worried look on
his face.  He turned to look at me and all we could do was shrug
helplessly.
	"...and that's why we have a draft," Sandy was saying, having
rejected a half dozen messengers in the interim.  "But we can delay no
longer," he finally said, looking sad.  "Purple has the pick and Purple
must pick now, without further delay..." Astonishingly, a very young boy in
a purple tank-top scurried up and Sandy looked down at him filled with
worry and concern.  The handsome young president suddenly smiled and
nodded, however, sending the young boy off with a gentle slap on his back.
He looked up filled with a calm happiness.  He even looked directly at me
and gave a slight bow of his head.  "It is my pleasure, therefore," he
announced in a stronger voice than he'd used thus far, "to offer membership
in Purple to that boy among boys, that most beautiful, that most exquisite,
our number one choice from the beginning..."
	He let the moment sit in a room suddenly hushed into more stillness
than it had all evening long.  "David Easter!" Sandy exclaimed.
	Relief washed through me.  A deal had been struck!  The draft would
be saved!  A brief glance at Erin told me that the young king had been as
worried as I had been.  David, oblivious to everything else, launched
himself into the Purple horde as excitedly as Tony and Luis had.  The
cheers were extreme, led mostly by those of us who knew that the Draft had
been in jeopardy.
	"It appears," Ben said smiling ear to ear, "that the candidate
accepts the offer." Kovz, was that ever an understatement.  David was awash
with delighted brothers, most of whom were excitedly returning after
running all over the place trying to strike a deal with the other Houses.
	"Who has the next pick?" Ben asked.
	The tension diminished only slightly when President Robert of
Yellow, looking thoroughly confused stepped forward.  "I think we do, Your
Highness," his pubescent voice cracked uncertainly.  He was so much younger
than Sandy it almost didn't seem fair that he should be having to deal with
something as challenging as the Draft could be.
	Ben grinned at the confused boy.  "And who do you pick?" he asked.
	"Lee Wan?" Robert said uncertainly.
	"And do you accept this offer of membership?" Ben asked the boy.
	The real confusion and worry started after Lee had joined Yellow.
We knew that some deal had been made and that Purple must have given up its
final draft pick but no one knew to whom and no one knew for what.  I could
see that no one in Purple was paying any attention any more, so I knew that
they truly had given up the last pick.  Daniel Wyer stood looking confused
and embarrassed on the stage, his skinny arms uncomfortably trying to cover
his skinny body.
	"Daniel," Ben said, turning to the last boy on the stage.  "It
appears that you are our last.  As is our custom, however, the last will be
first and the first will be last." Ben paused a moment before continuing,
the young boy looking as worried as I felt.  What if it was Green?  That
was little better than Purple.  How could we dare hope that a boy as sweet
as Daniel could find a happy home?  "Who holds the final pick for Daniel?"
Ben finally asked, his young face filled with worry.
	Daniel looked out at the audience nervously, relief washing over
him when Vincent finally called out "Gray does!  We get him!"
	Wild pandemonium broke out in the hall, boys hugging and shaking
hands, new boys introduced if need be, everyone cheering and screaming.
Sandy had stepped back into the light of the stage and I stepped forward
and shook his hand.  He had saved the draft and he knew it, we all knew it.
I wasn't the only one trying to thank him.  Ben tried to regain control of
the crowd for five minutes before things finally began to get quiet.
	"There won't be a party until everyone is quiet and in their
seats," the young prince finally said into the microphone, looking and
sounding as sweet and beautiful as any young boy in the Draft.  Nobody
seemed to be in a hurry.  The revelry was just as good here as it would be
downstairs.
	Finally, excitement for the party began to take better hold and the
princes and presidents tried to get their people to be still.  When the
room was dead silent, Ben spoke into the microphone.  "Boys of Kovzland,
the Guardian of the Royal Family."
	Garrick came forward, the smile so big on his face I thought his
cheeks must hurt.  The room was thick with the pressure of repressed
excitement, though even the repression wasn't totally silent: there was a
soft hum of boyish exuberance and whispers, and there probably wasn't a
soul in the room who cared any longer about tradition.  Kovzland was coming
back.  Everyone knew it.  They... WE, hung on the official statement.
	Garrick hugged both Ben and I but he didn't risk another outbreak
of pandemonium by having them give us an ovation.  Instead, Ben and I
slipped as quickly as we could out the rear curtain.
	"Your Majesty," Garrick said, his voice bordering on laughter,
perhaps tears.  "The boys of Kovzland have completed their business of the
day."
	Erin stood, as close to joyous laughter as Garrick.  He had no
history to recall and was still the same sweet boy I had known in Tarsec.
To him, inside, it was all just a great deal of fun and excitement, but
even he knew that something magnificent had been re-established this day.
"Thank you, Guardian," he managed.  "You will please relay my satisfaction
and congratulations to the Council of Guardians."
	He was starting to snicker, but he managed to get it all out.  The
boys stood as he turned and headed out the door.  There was still a hum of
excited activity, but Erin was wise enough not to worry about demanding the
silence the departure of his person normally mandated.
	Before chaos ensued, Garrick quickly said "Guardian Calvin, would
you be so kind?"
	Calvin was eager for the party but the honor of pronouncing it was
always something special.  Actually, it also meant being the last one
downstairs, but since this was the "first" draft of the Second Dynasty,
ceremony overcame passion.  Nonetheless, he quickly bounded up the center
aisle and jumped onto the stage, waving to scattered applause as he
strolled down the ramp.  As soon as he was there, Garrick fled out the rear
curtain to get downstairs.
	Calvin stood grinning at the anxious, eager, young faces watching
him.  Soon, their impatience got the better of him and he showed mercy.
"Daniel Wyer," he began in a voice suddenly so solemn and officious that
everyone felt a pang of confusion and uncertainty, including Ben, Garrick
and I who had paused just at the rear gate behind the stage.  "As the
newest member of this most proud society, you and Gray will please lead the
others to the Great Hall of Kovz."
	He paused.  "Once escorted out by his House," he said solemnly,
"tradition is that everyone else follows as quickly as possible.  On this
occasion, however, I hereby order that the boys of Purple shall be second
only to Gray in their departure." The room was getting very quiet, in stark
contrast to the excitement that was expected.  Listening to Calvin, the
most mature boy on the island, sounding so serious had that effect.  Calvin
looked over at Sandy Blue who grinned and winked at him, appreciating the
unofficial thank-you.  Everyone else in the room was confused.
	Calvin paused again, a very long pause, and there was a rustle of
uncertainty, even Ben and I looking at each other and shrugging helplessly.
Suddenly, Calvin's face broke into a smile so loud even Ben and I could
hear it.  At the top of his lungs, into a silent, uncertain crowd, he
shouted: "KOVZLAND IS BACK!!!  LET THE PARTY BEGIN!"
	Finally it was out: Kovzland was back!!!  That pronouncement above
any other concern, for the restored boys of Old Kovzland anyway, incited
the insanity that ensued.  It was amazing anyone had the presence of mind
to let Daniel and his team of gray-shirted boys carry him through the crowd
and out the door, or to hold back and let Purple follow them, a flood of
boys following in their wake.
	Ben and I reached the Great Hall of Kovz first, followed shortly by
Erin.  We grinned and congratulated ourselves, hugging each other, pouring
ourselves drinks and toasting to the long life of Kovzland and the end of
the Old Ones' oppression.  It wasn't long before we heard the thunderous
approach of three hundred excited boys and Erin quickly excused himself and
disappeared into the kitchen.  He had one last entrance to make.  After
that, his departure would likely be more secretive.
	Soon, they flooded into the Great Hall of Kovz, scarcely noticing
the statuary.  These weren't as numerous or as graphic as the ones in the
Hall of Boys but they were pretty tempting nonetheless.  First came Gray,
carrying Daniel aloft, the half naked boy giggling and trying to right
himself to no avail.  After that came the revelous boys of Purple who,
whether they knew what their president had done or not, were clearly
showing him a great deal of honor and deference.  Following them was such a
flood of boys one could almost imagine that the Hall wouldn't be big
enough.  It was monstrous, however, and there was far more than enough
room.  Soon, the selected percentage of the boys of Kovzland were inside.
In future years, The Draft Party would be held in the streets.  For now,
the Hall was more than sufficient even when the doors were opened a few
minutes later and all the eager, waiting multitudes of the Great Houses
were invited in.
	The only thing I can really remember as several hundred boys
swarmed around me was coming across Sandy Blue who lifted up his hands in a
humble bow.  "Okay," I grinned at the president towering over me.  "What
did you get?"
	"You really want to know?" he smiled adorably down at me.
	"Yeah," I grinned at his obvious display of pride.
	He smiled.  "Well, first you have to understand that I knew Yellow
wanted Lee..."
	"Okay," I said.  Lee had been wearing a yellow arm band.  We all
knew where he wanted to go.  Boys were all around us but they were all
excited and partying and none seemed interested in our conversation.
	"And I knew that Daniel was in love with a boy in Gray" he added.
	"How did you know that?" I asked.
	"Because we courted him like mad," he grinned.
	"Sandy!" I finally giggled boyishly.  "What did you get?  What were
you holding out for?"
	He laughed and moved conspiratorially close to me.  "To tell you
the truth, Kely, I was just holding out for the first offer from Gray.  I
knew Yellow was going to have the next pick and I knew they were going to
pick Lee.  I just wanted to make sure that Gray had the pick after that
because I knew that was where Daniel wanted to go even though he didn't
announce it."
	"But you got something," I said, "...someone..."
	"I got their number one draft pick..."
	"Ah-ha!" I exclaimed.
	"...in a draft that they get to choose."
	I was somewhat astonished and greatly admiring of this deal.
Clearly Sandy had received a lot of better offers and clearly he had
rejected them all.  Everything he had done was to make certain that Daniel
got to Gray house.  It wasn't just the Draft he was trying to save... it
was Daniel.
	"Why did you pick John in the third?" I asked, gazing at the youth
with growing admiration.
	"Truth?" he asked.
	"Truth," I replied.
	He blushed a little and looked a little embarrassed by his own
smugness.  "Because no one can play the Draft as well as I can," he replied
simply.
	I knew what he was saying.  He'd calculated the whole thing out.
He knew exactly where every boy would go and he knew exactly how he had to
play it to ensure that he had the last pick, the one that would ensure
Daniel went no where but Gray.
	"You oughta' be a guardian," I said, my eyes and smile showing my
adoration of the pretty youth.
	He gave a polite bow again.  "That, sir, makes it all worthwhile,
showing why you're the most cherished Guardian of all and why I am your
forever servant."
	It embarrassed me to be called "cherished" but Sandy had grown very
serious so I just blushed and petted his forehead in the ritualistic sign
of blessing.  I don't know if it meant anything, but it meant something to
Sandy because he promptly took hold of my hand and kissed it, bowing again
before he turned to join the party.  It was kind of silly because he was a
tall young man and I was a fairly small boy of twelve.  It was moving
nonetheless.
	A half hour past of new boys entering, eager to learn how the Draft
had commenced.  It took another half hour of cajoling to get things quiet
enough for the Princes and Guardians to be introduced.  We took our turns,
each Prince and Guardian from each House being introduced together.  Ben
and I were held until the end and it was here that we received our
accolades for producing such a fine Draft.  The applause went on for more
than five minutes.  Finally, Erin was introduced, and, again, adoration for
the moment overcame protocol and he entered to the same wild,
uncontrollable applause the rest of us had.  The wise fourteen year old
quickly doffed his crown and repeated Calvin's command without a speech:
"Let the party begin!" It sounded even more beautiful when he said it, his
voice still the high-pitched soprano of childhood.
	Music was played.  Boys danced.  Boys drank.  Boys snuck off to the
fun parts of the palace to do what boys only naturally do.  About fifty of
the boys took their clothes off and paraded naked around the Hall, not a
one of them without an expectant erection.  This was permitted, but
full-blown sex wasn't: for that you had to go to one of the play rooms or
bedrooms.  These were all quickly crowded.  Soon, it seemed as if the only
boys still in the Hall were the shyer boys of Blue and Gray, and perhaps a
few of the older boys who weren't quite so dominated by hormonal desires.
	I found Ryan and Robert sipping drinks near the statue of Kelly and
I told them how proud I was of how they had handled the Draft.  They were
sad that I had left Yellow and hoped that I knew I was always welcome.
Shortly after that, they disappeared to some part of the palace, alone or
with other boys, I didn't know.
	I soon left the party to go up and change.  Feeling giddy with
drink and excitement, I slipped into my white strap suit.  In it, I was
less identifiable as a Guardian, something that seemed to make the younger
boys nervous.  Now I looked like the skinny, hairless boy I was.
	Nothing had changed when I returned.  The boys who remained were
chatting or playing games.  This seemed like fun, but I wanted to celebrate
in Kovz-style and went in search of a great party.  For this, there was
only one place to go: the King's Playroom.  Admittance was by invitation
only.  Guardians, of course, were always invited.  I twirled up and up the
spiraling staircases, then ran down the long hallway.  The sound of boys
giggling and playing grew louder and louder.  I pulled the door open and
was greeted by the beginnings of an incredible orgy.