The Second Chronicles of Kovzland
Book 1:  Return of the Kovz King
Chapter Ten

    Lance and I got dressed, though the clothing consisted only 
of my silk cloths wrapped like sashes around our private parts.  
They fit so snug around our waists that our thighs were complete-
ly bare and most of our hairless bellies were exposed above the 
top.  Lance's erection was still visible and we didn't want the 
scantiness of our clothing to show the others what we'd been 
doing to each other, so we also wore very light weight linen 
shirts that ended just below our hips, almost like dresses but so 
short they concealed the sashes that covered our penises only so 
long as we didn't move too quickly.

    We were both blushing, and Lance wanted to put on his jeans.  
I wanted to show the boy off, however, and his smooth, pretty 
legs seemed too soft and young to be hidden.  We finally compro-
mised on a pair of shorts for him though I still wore only my 
sash.  The short sleeve shirts had large necks that showed our 
collarbones and slender necks.  I don't know why I was so con-
cerned about how we looked, but was very pleased with the strik-
ing figure my boyish lover cut.  Blushing all the more, we left
the room and started toward the dining area.

    All the other boys were already there and most of them 
scarcely noticed us.  I could see the older boys exchanging 
questioning looks, however, as Lance and I took seats beside each 
other and started to eat in silence.

    Most of the talk around the table was boyish giggles about 
things they had done that day.  They all looked very cute now, so 
much happier than they had been the day before, their small 
bodies well dressed in cute shirts or tank tops, and matching 
white shorts.  "So tell me, Lance," David suddenly said to my 
friend.  "Are you having fun here?"

    Lance's cute face flared brighter than it ever had before, 
his blue eyes widening in embarrassment before dropping back to 
his plate.  He nodded to answer the question, but the nape of his 
neck and his ears looked very hot.

    David looked over at Brendan in amusement and the handsome
boy shrugged back.  "How 'bout you, Kelvin.  What did you do 
today?"

    I blushed almost as brightly as Lance and couldn't look at 
the young man's innocuous smile.  He knew.  He had to know.  
Lance and I looked as guilty as two boys possibly could.  "Just 
messed around," I shrugged.

    David laughed softly to himself and shook his head, smiling 
down at his plate.  "Kovz!" he laughed.  "Brendan, do you know 
what you're doing?"

    "It wasn't my fault," Brendan smiled.  "Kovz!  I can't be 
watching them twenty four hours a day can I?"

    "It's not that big a deal, David," Curt added.  "We can still 
take care of them."

    David laughed.  "I'm sure you can.  Chris, I think we'd 
better have a meeting after dinner..."

    "Right," Chris sighed.  He looked over at Lance and I.  He
looked a little angry at first, then smiled and shook his head.

    Dinner was finally finished, and the smaller boys scurried

about giggling and collecting the dishes.  "Gentlemen," David
said, standing and motioning the older boys toward the meeting
room.

    They didn't invite me to attend the meeting and I was too
embarrassed to even want to go to it.  Brendan was walking passed
me toward the meeting room and I stood and grabbed his arm.
"Brendan?" I whispered.

    "Yeah," he smiled down at me.

    "Lance can still come with us can't he?"

    He grinned broader.  "I'll do my best.  You better take a
bath tonight. It's going to take a week to get to Labar." He 
started to walk away and I suddenly grabbed his arm again.

    "Can Lance and I take a bath together?" I asked, blushing but 
hopeful.

    Brendan laughed.  "May as well.  You can hardly get in any 
more trouble."

    He walked away and I sat back down grinning.  "What did you 
say to him?" Lance asked softly.

    I shrugged.  "He just said we should take a bath together
tonight."

    Lance giggled.

    There were two bathrooms in the hideout.  One was a very 
large hot tub that could hold several dozen boys.  The other was 
smaller, though it was still big enough for a half dozen boys our 
size.  We were going to go to the big one so we could swim around 
too, but when we opened the door we could see all the other 
little boys there, naked and playing innocently in the water.  
The smaller tub was empty and Lance and I giggled and closed the 
door.

    I went to test the water while Lance pulled his shorts off 
and removed his shirt.  When I turned around, the slender boy 
stood only in the silk sash wrapped around his hips, his erection 
already making a slender bulge along the front.  We both giggled 
and blushed as I walked over to him and started stroking his 
small chest with my hands.  He felt so soft and smooth I could 
only love him more and more.  His belly quivered as my small
hands slipped down its hairless skin and gently tugged the end of 
the sash from his waist.  I unwrapped the boy slowly and with 
delight, kneeling over to slip the silk between his smooth, pale 
thighs.  Lance grabbed for my shirt and I giggled as he pulled it 
up my body, barely managing to keep hold of the sash as the shirt 
cleared my hands one at a time.  Just as I was about to uncover 
his throbbing penis, the other end of the silk sash slipped from 
his body, cascaded down his thigh and left him stark naked.  His 
pale penis throbbed up and down with fierce determination, so 
slender, the purple head already shining with erection at the end 
of his four inch boyhood.  I could see his little silver hairs 
clearly and immediately started petting them though I couldn't 
feel them.

    As my fingertips explored his stiff boyhood, Lance's trem-
bling hands started to undo my own sash, my little penis rapidly 
hardening the closer the boy got to stripping me.  When the sash 
fell free, my boyhood was throbbing as madly as his, the hairless 
little two inch thing pulsing with every beat of my heart.  
Lance's hands immediately grabbed for it, rubbing all over and
around it, both of us giggling as we fondled each other.  My 

small butthole started to tingle as I rubbed Lance's hard penis 
and I remembered how badly I wanted him to stick his dick into 
me.

    "Come on," I blushed, pulling the boy's penis like a leash 
and his naked body following me to the tub.  We walked down into 
it, the water just at skin temperature so that we could scarcely 
feel it other than the tender caresses of the ripples as they 
touched our sensitive skin.  When it was up to my hips, I re-
leased to boy's meat and splashed forward into the tub, turning 
and watching as his slender body walked grinning down toward me.  
It was up to his little nipples before he finally launched his 
body outward, me catching it and pulling him into my arms, his 
raging erection feeling rock hard as it pressed against mine.  We 
giggled with delight as our young, naked bodies rubbed against 
each other, delighted in the tender caresses across our back, the 
rhythmic rubbing of our small, firm chests.

    I grabbed Lance's hairless underarms and stroked the smooth 
skin grinning excitedly at his bare chest, the sweet mounds of 
his young muscles. Remembering what Eric had done to me at the 
Thornes, I carried the floating boy back toward the side.

    "What are you doing?" Lance's high pitched voice asked.

    "Lay down on the floor," I blushed, helping his naked body 
up, his small butt in front of my face until I longed to squeeze 
it.  "It's a new game," I assured him as he lay down on his back, 
close enough to the water that I could reach him.  His penis 
throbbed madly on his slender hips and now looked hairless with 
the water covering him.  I eagerly grabbed a bar of soap from the 
ledge and quickly lathered my hands.  Lance just watched my hands 
with confusion, following them as they reached out and started to 
rub soap all over his smooth, boyish chest.  He smiled as my 
hands stroked his body, making it slimy, slipping into his hair-
less underarms and caressing them tenderly.  I could feel the 
firm contours of his slender ribs as my hands rubbed soap across 
them, felt his belly quivering as I coated his hairless belly
button and all the soft skin surrounding it.  I was so excited by 
the pretty sight of his stiff erection, that my hands slid down 
and started to soap it up.  It felt like a bone between his legs, 
so excited was the cute boy.  His penis seemed to take on all 
kinds of new pleasures in the slime of the soap and it was amaz-
ing how exciting it was to feel the pulsing hardness of the shaft 
and head immediately followed by the soft fleshy feel of his 
hairless scrotum and growing testicles.

    The boy's pale thighs were no less exciting for they were 
even smoother and softer in the slime of the soap.  I rubbed all 
the way over his firm, knobby knees and down his shins, watching 
the little silver hairs that covered them disappear beneath the 
soap.  I even rubbed soap over his large feet, Lance repressing a 
giggle as I touched his cute toes and ran my slimy hands over his 
ticklish arch.  I went back up his legs with one hand on each and 
the boy's entire body shivered as I got closer and closer to his 
naked erection.  Once there, I played with him again, his hard 
penis pulsing against my hand, feeling slimier and slimier.  I 
looked all the way up his slender abdomen and small chest, could
see the pretty white skin on his underarms.  Lance just stared at 
my hands as they rubbed all over his hard, slimy penis, gasping 
with excitement, his slender body starting to ripple and squirm 
with pleasure.  I almost wanted to rub him all the way to orgasm, 
but my little butthole longed to feel him penetrate me.  With no 
small effort, I managed to let go of the frantic penis and Lan-
ce's abdomen rippled as he sat up.

    "Don't stop," he begged.


    I just giggled and crawled out of the water and onto all 
fours beside him.  "Stick it in my butt," I blushed, forcing my 
cheeks to part and expose the small, hairless brown hole.

    Lance looked visibly disturbed by the thought of this kind of 
activity, but as he looked at my naked body he seemed willing to 
do almost anything to please himself.  He crawled up, his penis 
throbbing madly, and looked at my small butt.  "Inside it?" he 
asked astonished.

    "Yeah," I gasped, getting more and more excited myself with 
desire to feel his penis.  Lance crawled forward on his knees, 
nervously watching his frantic penis as it neared my small bot-
tom.

    "It won't fit," he said certainly.

    "Yeah it will," I assured him.

    Lance was smarter than I had been when I fucked Eric's butt, 
for he took his young erection in his fingers right from the 
start and slowly moved the slimy, shiny head toward the brown 
hole.  I shivered with excitement as I felt the young thing touch 
my butthole, felt the sweet boy pressing it forward, the head 
fighting to push my tight butt open.  It was only when I remem-
bered how my butt had felt when the boys in the orphanage had 
fucked it that I knew I had to relax my tiny sphincter.  I con-
centrated on this and felt the little hole slowly open, felt the 
slimy penis head very slowly inserted up my butt.

    Lance was gasping in astonishment and pleasure.  Instinctive-
ly he tried to stick his erection farther inside me and I could 
feel it slide up my butt very slowly.  We both moaned delighted-
ly.  The feel of Lance's hardness in my butt wasn't at all like 
the forceful pain of the boys at the orphanage.  It was more like 
the younger boy there had been, the one who had almost made me 
feel good.  Lance's penis was slender enough that it didn't hurt 
me in the slightest, and the hard, slimy length of it felt won-
derful, almost ticklish inside my body. We were both moaning 
softly as the boy managed to slip the last of his dick up my 
butt, the slender, four inches stiff and delightful.

    I didn't need to tell Lance what to do, for the boy took hold 
of my hips and tenderly began to fuck me.  He didn't lay over on 
top of me as I had done with Eric so I missed the pleasure of his 
chest on my back.  This scarcely diminished the wonderful stiff-
ness sliding in and out of me, my little penis seeming to feel 
waves of pleasure along it as if Lance's penis were rubbing 
inside of it.  Lance gasped and moaned louder and I could feel
his sweet penis slide faster up into me.  His large hands started 
to rub across the baby soft skin on my lower back, reaching 
farther up and stroking more of me as his slender hips rhythmi-
cally thrust his young cock into me.  He seemed to take so much 
delight in rubbing across my thin shoulder blades that, for a 
moment, he forgot to rub his penis, but soon started fucking me 
even harder, his moans growing louder and more frantic.

    The boy had delayed his orgasm for more than an hour so it 
returned to his loins rather quickly; that and the fact that the 
boy obviously liked the feel of his naked penis head squeezed by 
the tightness of my little butt.  His hands took hold of my bare 
hips again and I just stood there like a dog and felt the boy 
madly shoving his penis in and out of me.  It felt so stiff and 
hard and wonderful moving inside my body with the cute boy's 
frantic inexperienced humping.  I loved it as I felt his orgasm 
begin to climax inside me and I smiled happily as he grunted very 
loudly, his naked body nearly bucking as orgasm swept over him.  
His erection was thrust very quickly up my butt as the boy jerked 

it back and forth with orgasm.  He was so loud for such a shy 
boy, but his pleasure was plainly very great.

    His penis slipped from my butt as soon as he was finished and 
he stood there on his knees gasping as I rolled over and lay on 
my back, my thin legs on either side of his knees.  When Lance 
opened his eyes, my naked body lay there smiling at him, my penis 
throbbing as excitedly as before.  He grinned and blushed, final-
ly laying his slimy, soap covered body forward on top of me.  His 
young organ was still hard, but I could feel it softening against 
mine.  Our naked bodies felt so good in the soapy slime, that we 
rubbed them together for a long time, my stiff penis starting to 
feel the exciting stirring of my boyish orgasm.

    "Yeah, you've been playing alright," an adolescent boy said 
behind us. Lance and I jumped up in intense fear and embarrass-
ment, my young friend immediately concealing his pretty penis 
with his hands.  Curt stood there with his hands on his hips.  He 
was wearing only a pair of gym shorts and his naked chest was 
very cute.  It wasn't very big, but it looked extremely hard with
muscle, the chest tapering to a waist as soft and smooth as 
Lance's or mine.  He had boyish nipples, small and brown on his 
tanned skin, and an equally small belly button.  His legs were 
long and, again, looked as smooth and hairless as mine or Lan-
ce's.  I could see dark hairs under his arms from where I lay.

    "I didn't mean to scare you," the adolescent boy grinned 
walking toward us.  Lance looked frantically around as the in-
truder approached, finally found his shirt and quickly tried to 
conceal his innocence with it.  He looked silly, his naked body 
still so slimy with soap.  I could have looked little better, for 
I lay naked, my little penis throbbing, my body as slimy as 
Lance's.

    "Relax," Curt grinned at our obvious fear.  "It's okay.  I 
just came in to take a bath, too." He stood only a few feet from 
us and pulled the shorts down his long, tanned legs.  Lance and I 
both stared wide eyed at the throbbing penis that stuck out 
between the older boy's thighs.  To our young eyes, the cock was 
huge, though in fact it was almost the same size as Eric's.  Two
things made it very different from my first lover's.  First, Curt 
was circumcised, the big, brown head of his penis naked and 
standing out on the end like a door knob. Second, Curt had real 
pubic hair, black and wiry, that formed a small triangle between 
his legs and even touched his large scrotum and big testicles.  
Compared to him, Lance and my penis looked as childlike and 
boyish as they were.

    I glanced over at Lance for boyish support, but the blond kid 
just sat there, his fist still holding the silk over his limp 
penis, his blue eyes staring at Curt's big penis, small mouth 
hanging open.  His face slowly turned up and saw Curt smiling at 
him which made him suddenly blush and look away.  We both 
watched, however, as the tall adolescent walked down into the tub 
and launched his body toward the center.  Now, Lance and I looked 
at each other, both swallowing uncertainly.  We could hardly 
leave with our bodies still covered with soap, but were both too 
shy to get in the tub with the older boy. My little boyhood was 
gradually softening which helped me relax a little bit.

    "Come on you guys," Curt laughed at us.

    Lance and I looked at each other again, his baby blue eyes 
looking so shy and innocent.  Nervously, our small naked bodies 
stood up and Lance followed me down the steps into the tub.  
Rather than grab for us, Curt backed up against the far wall, 
smiling at our small penises and bashful blushes.  This made both 
of us calmer and we were both smiling boyishly by the time our 

bodies were submerged up to our necks.

    "Did they have a vote about Lance?" I asked the older boy.

    "A vote?" Curt laughed.  "We don't vote.  Chris is in charge 
and he says what goes on.  At least until we have a new king."

    "Rick and David didn't look very happy," I said, blushing at 
the thought.

    Curt shrugged.  "Don't worry about it.  If Lance wants to
come with us, Rick and David won't get in Chris's way.  Brendan 
sure put up a fight for you though."

    "What were they fighting about?" Lance's soft, young voice 
asked me.

    "It doesn't matter." We were just sort of floating around in 
the water, allowing the gentle waves to wash the soap from our 
skin.  Curt took a bar of soap in his hands and started to wash 
himself, and Lance and I started to giggle when we watched him 
cleaning his huge, hairy penis.  He just smiled back at us. His 
big cock was still throbbing and the sight of it made Lance and I 
giggle all the more.

    "Why do you have hair on your penis?" Lance's sweet voice 
asked shyly.

    "Because I'm not a little boy like you two," Curt teased 
back, making Lance giggle over at me.

    "It looks funny," the young boy said.  Curt just smiled at 
him.  He put the soap aside and splashed water up over his body 
to rinse it.

    "Yeah, well not as funny looking as your hairless little 
penis," the older boy said.

    "I have hair on my penis, too," the boy said looking suddenly 
hurt.

    "Let me see it," Curt baited the bashful boy.  Lance paused a 
long moment, but the desire to show off his little silver peach 
fuzz seemed to outweigh his shyness and he slowly moved closer to 
the excited adolescent.  When he reached the steps, he walked up 
two of them, enough to lift his small, pink penis out of the 
water.  I hadn't seen when it happened, but the little boy's cock 
had gotten hard again and it stuck out sweet and innocent from 
his smooth, almost hairless body.

    "See?" he said, his small fingers bashfully pulling his stiff
erection aside so the other boy could see his little peach fuzz.  
Curt looked down at the boy's fuzz and erection and smiled.  
Lance's childish pubic hairs were so little I couldn't even see 
them from where I stood watching.

    "Hey, you do have hair don't you?" Curt said, suddenly 
squeezing the nape of the young boy's slender neck.  Lance 
blushed with pride and shyness. "Do you have hair, too, Kely?" 
Curt asked me.

    I blushed and shook my head, feeling very little.

    "It's okay," Curt smiled lovingly at me.  "You'll get some 
when you get older."

    "We were playing with our penises," Lance suddenly said.  I 
was so embarrassed I just blushed brighter, shocked that my shy 

young friend was being so open with the older boy.

    "You did?" Curt acted surprised.  He sat down on the step, 
and gently pulled Lance down beside him.  "Was it fun?"

    Lance was blushing but he smiled and nodded.  I moved slowly 
over to them, not wanting to be cut out of the conversation, but 
feeling very shy nonetheless.  Curt was holding Lance's boyishly 
muscular shoulders and the adorable boy seemed to be fawning up 
to him.  His eyes kept glancing at Curt's big penis, twinkling 
with boyish fascination and curiosity.  I assumed that Curt 
noticed the boy's glances too, for he started to stroke Lance's 
soft back tenderly.  I was very jealous, but stood silently at 
Curt's feet and said nothing.

    The older boy was now gazing at Lance's cute face with gentle 
infatuation.  Lance's small body seemed to be moving very slowly 
closer to Curt's, guided by his small boner, and his small hands 
seemed to fidget to keep from touching the older boy's big throb-
bing penis.  When he finally did reach out and grab it, he let 
out a boyish giggle and Curt smiled delightedly.

    Lance didn't hold the young cock long, for he quickly re-
leased it and sat grinning shyly at Curt, as if searching for 
permission from the older boy to touch him there.  Curt just 
smiled at him and stroked his boyish shoulders, gently nudging 
him to go ahead.

    Lance was suddenly filled with boyish innocence, however, and 
started to crawl away from Curt giggling with embarrassment.  
"Oh, don't be such a baby," Curt grinned, easily taking hold of 
the departing boy's hairless armpits and gently lifting his small 
naked body between his legs.  Lance was blushing and giggling and 
I could tell by looking that Curt's big erection was pressed 
directly against the sweet boy's slender back.  His large hands 
held the boy gently around the smooth contours of his small 
chest, his palms and fingers slowly and lovingly caressing the 
boy's small body.

    They both looked so happy, despite the hotness that filled 
Lance's cute face, and I stood naked in the water and watched as 
the older boy's hands had their way with the small boy's flesh.
Curt smiled down at me, a happy smile that was plainly getting 
more excited, and I could tell that the adolescent was getting 
very excited by the small naked boy between his legs.  It didn't 
look like he was rubbing his penis against Lance, but obviously 
just the smooth feel of the cute boy's skin was very pleasing to 
him, that and the fact that Lance's body would squirm slightly 
whenever Curt touched a ticklish part of his smooth skin.

    Not once during the entire encounter did Curt touch Lance's 
pretty erection, though his fingertips did caress farther down 
than the boy's little belly button.  Still, he got more and more 
excited and I watched as his eyes closed and he suddenly held the 
little boy very closely around his small, boyishly muscular 
chest.  Lance just giggled as Curt's lithe young body jerked very 
slightly against him, the older boy's big penis rapidly and 
rhythmically pressed against the baby soft flesh of Lance's lower 
back.  After several such jerks, Curt's cute body relaxed, gasp-
ing softly, still holding Lance's naked chest.

    As Curt relaxed, Lance giggled all the more and suddenly
pulled his body away, whirling around to look at the adolescent.  
Curt's penis was still straight and hard, but it wasn't throbbing 
like it had been.  I could see white, silky ribbons trailing from 
his penis head into the warm water.  He just smiled at both of 
us, and lay back against the side of the tub.  His hard chest was 
swelling with his breathing, his cute face glowing red from the 

pleasure of his orgasm.  Lance's penis was now pulsing straight 
out from the little circle of his silver peach fuzz, looking 
small and boyish beside the older boy's big cock but, though the 
boy grinned delightedly, I doubted that he realized Curt had had 
an orgasm just holding him.

    "Let's have a water fight!" his cute face said splashing 
water at me.

    Curt grinned broadly.  "Not me," he almost laughed.  "You 
guys go ahead."

    Lance splashed more water at me and I dived toward him grab-
bing hold of his small shoulders.  I was all ready to wrestle the 
cute boy under water, but the door to the tub suddenly opened.

    "Alright," Brendan smiled coming toward the tub.  "You guys 
better get out of here and get some sleep." He looked at Curt a 
moment, but just smiled and shook his head.

    "It's still light out," Lance whined, though there were no 
windows in the room.  Brendan looked amused at the shy boy's 
sudden argument but didn't back down.

    "We have to be on the road tomorrow before the sun comes up.  
You need your sleep."

    "Oohh," Lance said, with a disappointment.  My naked young 
friend started toward the tub side and I followed him.  He was 
smiling lsightly and blushing as his little boner cleared the 
water and it seemed strange for him to be so willing to let 
Brendan see him in his excited, pubescent condition.

    "Looks like you've already been to bed," Brendan said softly 
behind us.

    "Oh, my colonel," Curt replied.  "If you order me to go to 
sleep with these two soldiers I shall, but I shall be so gravely 
stricken."

    "Not that you shouldn't be gravely stricken, but we have 
another meeting with Chris to go to."

    "Another one?  Gees... Shouldn't Kely be there so he under-
stands what we're going to do?"

    Lance and I were just clearing the tub when my name was 
mentioned and I turned around uncertainly.  The two older boys 
were smiling knowingly to each other.

    "Okay, I'm coming," Curt sighed, starting to get out of the 
tub.  "Lance likes big penises, Brendan," I heard him whisper to 
the other boy.

    There were towels hanging on a rack and Lance and I quickly 
dried ourselves off.  We were having some difficulty getting our 
silks retied especially getting Lance to stop giggling whenever 
the silk caressed his boner.

    "That's okay, Kely," Brendan said.  "You can go back to your 
room without those, but stay out of the game room:  two of the 
other boys haven't gone to bed yet."

    I understood nothing of this command except that we didn't 
have to get dressed before going to my room.  "Come on, Lance," I 
said as the young boy tried to get himself covered.

    "Wait," he said.  He couldn't make the silk things join the 

way I could and was trying desperately to manage it.  For all his 
earlier boldness with Curt and Brendan, the cute boy obviously 
didn't want to go into the halls naked, especially with his 
slender boner throbbing the way it was.

    "Come on," I said, gently grabbing his hairless underarm and 
pulling him after me.

    Brendan smiled at the pubescent Satyr, suddenly nervous and 
shy again, as we passed him and shot me an oddly serious look.  
"You're responsible for him, Kely," he said, his eyebrows raising 
to ask me if I understood.

    "I know," I said shyly.

    No one was in the hall when we left the bathroom, but Lance 
made me run back to my room as quickly as possible.  As soon as 
the bedroom door was closed, the boy started to giggle and ran 
across the room throwing his naked body onto the bed.  "Nobody 
saw us," he giggled as if we'd gotten away with some great se-
cret.

    I tossed the silk cloths onto the dresser and walked over to 
the bed.  I was very tired and quite ready to get a good night's
sleep before we resumed traveling the next day.  As I approached 
the pretty blond haired boy on the bed, however, I realized that 
the night probably wasn't over yet.  His small, naked body stood 
on all fours on the bed, his four inch penis pulsing between his 
smooth, hairless legs.  He looked so cute, his baby blue eyes 
smiling at me beneath his soft, silky blond hair.  I could tell 
he wanted to play some more and walked toward the bed fully 
expecting him to do what he did do.

    As soon as my naked body was within range, Lance jumped 
forward and grabbed my wrists pulling me onto the bed with him.  
I had come to think I was stronger than Lance, for I'd been able 
to best him in all our wrestling matches before.  Now, however, 
the baby soft boy's smooth, slender body seemed much stronger and 
I could scarcely fight back as he pushed my blond head beneath 
his smooth chest, his hands grabbing my skinny body around the 
waist, giggling as his warm chest pressed against my shoulder 
blades.  I could feel his young erection rubbing across my hair 
as I struggled to get free of his hold.  Lance seemed to notice 
it too for the very young pubescent boy seemed to be humping his
sweet dick against me.

    I managed to get my feet planted enough on the floor to get 
some leverage and pressed forward trying to force him to let go.  
Lance anticipated my move and used my own leverage to cause me to 
roll all the way over in a somersault, landing on the bed, the 
boy's arms still holding tightly around my waist.  Lance just 
giggled delightedly, his stiff penis still being rubbed and 
carressed by my soft blind hair.  As the young boy realized his 
erection was getting still harder, he again grew too shy to fight 
me very well and I managed to pull his hands apart.  Before he 
knew it, I had broken free and rolled over to face him.  Our 
faces were both beet red from struggling, our blond hair tousled, 
as our naked bodies squared off grinning and giggling to each 
other. Lance looked so soft and smooth, his little penis sticking 
straight up between his legs throbbing expectantly beneath his 
skinny belly.  He looked down at it a moment, but quickly looked 
back up, blushing more than before, but looking extremely ready 
to satisfy the stiff thing with me.

    I attacked first, grabbing the boy's small shoulders and 
pushing back on them.  Lance grabbed my wrists and pushed them 
aside, my momentum sending me flying forward onto the bedspread.  
He didn't follow through, however, and I managed to get back up 

on my knees.  My hairless little penis was still limp and looked 
so tiny on my small body.  Lance duplicated my attack on him, 
save that he was stronger and resisted my efforts to push his 
small chest to the side.  He pushed me backward until my legs 
were forced to straighten out, the slender, naked boy quickly 
mounting my body, his chest sliding across my penis and belly as 
he crawled up between my legs.  I was struggling to get away, but 
the boy's stiff penis was soon throbbing against my crotch, his 
cute face grinning nervously as his hands grabbed mine and pushed 
them back over my head.

    He seemed confused about what to do next, looking at me as if 
he expected me to tell him to stop.  After a moment of my grin-
ning and useless efforts to escape, however, I could feel his 
slender body ripple and the sweet boy slowly humping his almost
hairless penis against mine.  He was so cute, his smooth face 
filled with boyish excitement and embarrassment as he looked at 
me, his body humping with need but his face worried that I didn't 
want him to do it.  Understanding his pubescent needs, however, I 
smiled at him and didn't fight as the pretty boy awkwardly tried 
to make love to me the way I had done to him the day before.

    His eyes looked intently into mine and I could see his boyish 
pleasure in his bashful smile.  It was more than I could bare and 
I smiled broader, feeling his smooth, skinny body as it moved up 
and down slowly, gently pressing his stiff little erection along 
my hairless crotch.  Lance's eyes sparkled and he grinned, feel-
ing my hairless little boyhood stiffening against his rubbing 
body.  He giggled as his skinny hips made a long, probing stroke 
of his penis between my legs causing me to moan and to hold to 
his small chest, fingers in his smooth armpits, feeling his 
muscles move beneath his skin as the boy humped.

    "You want to suck my penis?" the boy blushed suddenly, laying 
still on me.  I nodded and he started to crawl off me.  I liked
the feel of his boyish weight on top of me, however, and held to 
his knees, guiding him to straddle my hairless chest.  I felt his 
small butt slide up my belly, giggling uncertainly as he moved, 
his hairless testicles finally dangling onto my chest.  Grinning 
through his teeth, the young boy held his penis in his hand and 
pointed the rock hard erection toward my lips.  I didn't even 
have to raise my head as his head touched the slimy entrance to 
my mouth.  I wanted to kiss the bright purple thing for a while, 
but Lance was too eager.  He leaned forward and his young cock 
forced its way between my lips, pressing them apart, sliding down 
along my slimy tongue.

    He had to lean so far forward to accomplish this that he 
almost fell over on top of me.  He knew this however and his 
skinny arms reached out to brace his skinny body against the 
headboard.  It was perfect.  He leaned there giggling as he 
awkwardly tried to rub his penis in and out my lips, the slender 
young thing feeling incredibly erect and excited.  My eyes stared 
directly at the little silver hairs around the root of his boy-
hood, looking so pretty against his pink skin and belly.  I could
feel his hairless testicles rubbing against my chin, his scrotum 
feeling so nice.  Slowly my eyes looked upward, gazed across his 
slender abdomen and at his little belly button.  His belly rip-
pled boyishly with his position and looked so slender and small.  
Farther up, his ribcage poked through his skin and soon my eyes 
could see his erect little nipples on his otherwise flat, smooth 
little chest.  Lord, he looked thin and unbelievably soft, his 
pale skin unmarred by freckles or anything, nothing but smooth 
boy flesh.

    His collarbones were still easy to see just beneath his 
slender neck and the slightest movement of my eyes brought them 
over to look up his skinny body and see the smooth, pale skin on 

his underarms.  These were fully exposed beneath his outstretched 
arms.  I looked up at his pretty face and saw his excitement, the 
little pubescent boy looking at the slender erection as he tried 
to slowly slide it in my warm slimy mouth.  I held it with such 
love and affection, gently sucking it, the boy's movements making 
slurping noises as his penis slid in and out.

    He tried to giggle, but it came out a high pitched squeal as 
his penis grew still harder, bent at an awkward angle so it could 
stick into my mouth.  I raised my arms and took hold of the 
cheeks of his butt, the small round buns fitting nicely in my 
hands.  I pulled them apart and watched his blue eyes widen as my 
finger probed for his tiny butthole.  When I found it, I pressed 
my finger against it but made no effort to penetrate his virgin 
hole.  He seemed to like the feeling for he grinned and started 
to make the now familiar cries that accompanied his growing 
pleasure.

    He was trying so hard to slide his penis into me that it 
suddenly slipped free and throbbed fantastically before me eyes, 
small and red, dripping my saliva.  He cried as his big hand 
moved down, fingers quickly grabbing young boy cock, quickly 
pushing it back down and poking it between my lips.  I felt it 
throbbing between them as he moaned and slid it back down inside 
until his peach fuzz again caressed my upper lip.  The sight of 
his skinny body sitting on top of me and the pleasurable weight
of his boyish body on my chest excited me and I slid one of my 
hands down between my own legs, grabbed my own little erection 
between thumb and forefinger and started masturbating.  I loved 
sharing orgasm with him.

    Lance's body moved up and down and again his slender penis 
slipped from my lips, again the boy quickly slid it back inside, 
again his high pitched moans grew louder and more filled with 
orgasm.  I beat quickly on my penis, eager to feel an orgasm 
myself, eager to have it at the same time as Lance once again. My 
eyes gazed up his smooth little body, watched it ripple as he 
moved, watched his hairless little underarms, watched his eyes 
staring at the penis between my lips.  His nipples looked so 
beautiful and my free hand let his butt go and slid up his body, 
rubbing up his firm abdomen, across his rippling ribs, barely 
reaching his flat boy chest.  Crying with pleasure, I rubbed up 
and down the front of his body and Lance got more and more excit-
ed.

    "Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!" his childlike voice
grunted as he quickly poked his penis between my lips.  I rubbed 
faster on his chest and belly, faster on the penis between my 
legs, sucked harder on the erection in my mouth.  He was jerking 
quickly, his little penis trying to move in my mouth without 
slipping out again, his head lolling forward on his thin neck as 
he felt the pleasure and cried like a baby angel.

    "Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!" he grunted frantically, 
his cock desperately moving between my lips, throbbing, excited, 
horny, desperate.  I rubbed my boyhood in time with the frantic 
pumping of his young body in cried with pleasure, fighting to 
breathe but his butt forcing air from my little chest until all I 
could do was pant and let the orgasm sweep into me.

    "Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!  Engh!" he cried out in loud, mad 
orgasm and his body started bucking in pleasure, his cock ramming 
down my mouth, poking at my throat until I thought I would swal-
low the young thing.  The feel of his orgasm mixed with the feel 
of my own and again we got the bed to banging madly against the 
wall as our bodies erupted in pure pleasure, his body bouncing on
my chest and forcing the air out of me, my hand feeling all the 
flexing hardness in his small chest.

    Finally, he slowed down and my hand moved down his chest and 
belly button, tenderly began to feel the soft little hairs around 
his penis.  Between my legs, I could feel my childlike penis 
softening, the poor thing exhausted from its strenuous workout.  
It had been a sex-filled day for a penis so small and young.  
Even Lance's small cock softened in my mouth, the four orgasms he 
had during the day completely expending whatever strength the boy 
had to keep his erection aloft.  It grew small and so limp it 
felt like a hunk of flesh, not meat.

    Lance blushed down at me beneath his blond hair and started 
to get up, but I grabbed his thigh and held him down, moaning as 
I sucked his poor exhausted penis.  He giggled as he continued to 
lean on the headboard baring his hairless armpits to my loving 
eyes.  My love for him was total as my hand again felt up and 
down his skinny body and rubbed across his boyish belly button.

    Finally, I let his slimy little penis slide out my lips, the 
limp thing sliding down on my chin looking red and as small as 
mine.  Lance slid his butt down my chest and ribs and I twisted 
in shock as I felt my raw penis slide along his hairless little 
butt.  He just giggled as he moved, my penis soon feeling his 
hairless testicles rubbing it and then the slimy softness of his 
small boyhood.  He lay forward on me gasping, laying his head on 
my chest and holding tenderly to my body.  I held him around his 
skinny waist.  I wanted to hold him all night, wanted to feel his 
little body shudder in orgasm over and over again, but before I 
even realized how tired I was, I was fast asleep, Lance's naked 
body laying on mine, our penises hugging to each other just as we 
hugged our little bodies.

    It was dark when Lance and I were suddenly awakened by a big 
body jumping onto the bed.  Before I even knew what was happen-
ing, Lance was rolled off me and my bleary eyes made out the 
veined hand of an older boy holding my penis, rubbing the limp 
young thing.  I wiped my eyes and saw that it was Curt Roberts.  
He held my boyhood with one hand and Lance's with the other,
grinning back and forth between the two of them, tugging on them 
boyishly.

    "Quit it!" I squealed slapping his hand away.  I was a grouch 
when I didn't get enough sleep.  Curt didn't seem to mind my 
whining, however, for he instantly grabbed my penis again.  He 
was wearing the shorts and tunic that the boys usually wore under 
their armor and seemed delighted to be fondling our little penis-
es.  I was going to complain, but looked over and saw Lance 
blushing and grinning at him:  Lance liked it.

    "Curt!" a young boy's voice barked from the door.

    "What?" Curt grinned as if he didn't care, still rubbing our 
limp penises.

    "I told you to wake them, not play with them," Brendan 
sighed.

    "I don't know any other way to wake little boys," Curt
grinned.

    "Let them go, Curt," Brendan commanded.  He was plainly not 
in a good mood and Curt apparently realized it.  The smile 
slipped from his face and he sat up, letting Lance and me go.  
"You guys hurry and get dressed," he told us as Curt got up and 
left the room.  "We don't have much time."

    "What's wrong?" I asked, worried by his disposition.

    "The Raykov soldiers are here.  They're going to arrest all 

of us."

    Knowing we were all doomed, I dressed Lance and I up as 
pretty as I could.  This meant dressing much as we had the day 
before and we took turns wrapping soft silk around our smooth, 
boyish cocks.  Lance had an erection the entire time.  I thought 
it might be nicest of me to let the boy have one last orgasm 
before he was put to death with the rest of us, but I was too
scared and I just couldn't suck his small boyhood off as I had 
thought to do.  We examined each other in our silk outfits when 
we were finished.  We were both clad in silk wrappings around our 
waists, wrapped low on the belly, high on the thighs.  We also 
wore tight, white silk tops, cut very low on our boyish chests 
and equally low under our arms and down our backs.  It was almost 
a religious preparation for we both struggled to find the most 
beautiful way of showing how beautiful we were.  Lance was more 
terrified than I was since I had faced this same death several 
times in the passed few weeks.  He took strength in my strength, 
however, and he didn't start crying.

    When we both felt confident that we were as pretty as we 
could possibly be, we walked out of my room in the Raykov Keep, 
down the stairs and out the exit door.

    I had been unconscious the last time I'd gone through this 
door and I was astonished when it opened.  Lance and I walked out 
into a shack.  It was more run down, though considerably cleaner, 
than the orphanage had been.  Even the door we opened, which was
of a solid, smooth mahogany on our side, was splintered, well-
worn pine on the other.  An elderly man and woman were hugging 
each other near the sink.  She was smiling at all of us boys, 
tears in her eyes, holding to her loved one.  Plainly, they were 
the front:  the ones who hid the Keep's location from the city 
guard.  It scarcely mattered now:  a half dozen of the city guard 
stood with swords drawn all around the small room.

    Brendan and Charles were the only boys from "behind the door" 
in the room besides Lance and I.  Charles stood with a small 
smile on his face against a far wall.  He was prepared to die.  
Brendan stood not far from Lance and I, hands behind his back, 
looking proud and in command.  He was so young compared to the 
adult figures of the soldiers that I found myself wishing that 
Eric were still with us.

    "Alright, here they are," the biggest and most decorated of 
the soldiers said in a deep voice to Brendan.  Brendan's smooth, 
boyish face didn't show reaction and the big man suddenly waved 
to the other soldiers.  "Tear the place apart!" he commanded.
The men rushed passed us and we soon heard them doing as the man 
had ordered.  We could hear the statuary being smashed against 
the marble floor, heard the paintings ripped from the wall and 
torn apart against the rubble.  The racket continued for the rest 
of our time in the Raykov Keep.

    "I am finished with your diversions, boy!" the big man yelled 
at Brendan.  "Where is the money?!"

    "If there is money," Brendan replied in a voice as calm as I 
had ever heard it, "you are unlikely to find it with the means 
you are using."

    "We'll soon see," the man snarled.  "You keep children here, 
huh?" the man asked, his eyes looking at Lance and I in a manner 
that made both of us lean closer to the other.  Brendan just 
shrugged.  "We like pretty boys in the barracks," the man con-
tinued, moving closer to Lance and I.  I heard the sound of 
Brendan's sword pulling from its scabbard long before I even had 
time to turn to see it.

    "Touch those boys and it will be the last thing you ever 
touch," the boy I had spent so many days with threatened.  The 
look on his face was pure fury and even I was afraid of the young 
man I saw.  Still, he was half the man's size and I knew we would 
soon be dead.

    But the man stopped, his lip curling in anger and dissatis-
faction at Brendan.  "As a soldier, you should be willing to 
share a pretty boy with others of your kind," the man snarled.

    "I am a Kovz soldier and an officer," Brendan said, stepping 
stealthily between Lance and my cowering bodies and the bulk of 
the big man.  "No Kovz Boy shall ever be used for the pleasure of 
one such as you!" He sounded so mean, even I was afraid, but the 
big man backed away, angry, but obeying Brendan as if it were he 
who was being arrested.

    Brendan slowly slid his sword back into the scabbard and the 
tableau was held until the big man's soldiers returned.

    "There was nothing, Sergeant Major," one of them reported.

    "Very well," the man snarled at them, smiling at Brendan now 
and dripping venom.  "Your game is up, child," he said.  "Under 
orders of His Majesty, King of Raykov, I order you to turn over 
your sword to me."

    Brendan didn't let a second pass.  Immediately, his sword was 
redrawn before any of the soldiers could respond.  "I am Colonel 
Brendan Sanders of the First Kovz Army.  Under the Treaty of 
Vinepack, I refuse to surrender my sword to any man less than I!"

    Lance and I cowered under this statement and I wanted to cry 
knowing my young protector was soon going to die.

    "Kovz never signed the Treaty of Vinepak," the big man said 
uncertainly.

    "No," Brendan smiled.  "We didn't.  We were prohibited from
participating by Tarsec, but His Majesty King Michael Creagan 
signed an identical agreement with me, myself, not twenty years 
ago."

    "You are nowhere near twenty years of age!" the man scoffed, 
his hand and the hands of his men reaching for their swordhilts.

    "Kovz Boys do not age!" Brendan replied.

    "That is legend!" the man scoffed back.

    "Meet the legend."

    There was silence and no one moved.  "I am commanded to bring 
you to my battalion commander, Colonel Johnston.  Will you sur-
render your sword to him?"

    Brendan shrugged, his sword still aloft.  "Perhaps."

    "Then my men shall not touch you or the pretty boys.  You
must agree not to attempt escape."

    "Agreed," Brendan replied, sliding his sword back in the 
scabbard and standing up with his cute, boyish smile.  He was so 
young.  How I missed Eric.

    A squad of soldiers escorted us through the dilapidated town 
toward a walled palace.  They left behind three other squads with 
a command to burn the building to the ground and to rape the old 

woman if they chose to.  Brendan just grinned and did not object.

    Inside the palace walls, an officer of the guard joined us 
and told the Sergeant Major that we were to be taken directly 
before King Michael.  I didn't know if this was good news or bad, 
but noticed that Brendan smiled a haughty smile at the Sergeant 
Major.

    As might well be imagined, the palace was huge and looked 
extremely extravagant.  To look at the poverty of the town, I
could tell where the wealth for the palace had come from.  All 
around on the streets were orphan boys, most naked, all filthy.  
I didn't see any girls, as if they were more cared for than the 
little boys.  I learned later that, despite the Sergeant Major's 
word, the majority of the soldiers and many of the nobles kept 
girls as concubines or slaves and they were rarely forced to eek 
out their lives on the streets.  Boys, on the other hand, were 
extremely common in Raykov where they were more eagerly bred to 
breed children.  By magical enchantment, three out of four child-
ren born were boys in Raykov.  There were so many of them and the 
people were so poor, that they were dumped on the streets until 
they were old enough to join the Army at fourteen.

    There were some rich people snobbishly moving among them and 
they sometimes had a boy slave or perhaps a son with them.  These 
too were usually naked, since boyhood nudity was considered 
beautiful even in Raykov.  If it hadn't been for the soldiers 
surrounding us, Lance and I wouldn't have drawn a second glance 
in our revealing outfits.

    We were led through the palace's entry and straight ahead 
into a long hall.  At the end of the hall was a throne and there 
sat the King of Raykov.  I was certain that Holy Warriors were 
hiding behind the marble columns and almost started to cry as we 
plodded along toward the throne.  Lance walked close beside me, 
so close that our arms frequently touched.  I resisted the desire 
to hold him.  Brendan strode boldly before us and Curt came up 
close behind.  All around our small group were the Raykov sol-
diers.  I tried to be glad that Erin, Chris and the others had 
escaped before the soldiers broke in and were now on their way to 
Kovzland, but I was so scared all I could do was wish I was with 
them.

    There was a young man sitting on the throne, a gold crown on 
his head. He was perhaps sixteen years old.  Beside the throne 
sat another boy of about the same age.  The first was fully 
clothed, but this other one sat in a pair of shorts, his baby 
soft chest bare.  He was extremely cute and he looked at us with 
big hazel eyes as loving and innocent as a child's.

    "You may leave," the king ordered the soldiers.  They balked, 
but he repeated the command and they nervously retreated.  No one 
said a word until they had left the throne room and closed the 
door behind them.

    "Well... Major Brendan Sanders," the King half-smiled.

    "Colonel, Your Majesty," Brendan corrected with an equally 
improbable smile.  "And this, I assume, is Paul."

    "I'm surprised you could recognize him.  When you left he was 
only eleven years old."

    "I remember," Brendan said.

    "Do you remember also promising me that he would always be a 
little boy? Do you remember promising me that he wouldn't age?  
Look at him.  Does he look like a little boy, now?"

    "There was a war," Brendan shrugged.  "We temporarily lost
the power to stay young."

    "And have you regained the power?"

    "We will soon."

    The King nodded.  "This boy is useless to me now.  I'll take 
that one in his place." He was pointing at me and I felt my heart 
pound.

    "I'm afraid," Brendan smiled nervously, "that would be impos-
sible."

    "Then you shall not leave Raykov alive."

    Brendan weighed this threat.  He stepped casually back to 
where Lance and I stood cowering together.  "I shall make you a 
loan of this child," Brendan said, motioning toward Lance.  This 
didn't please me much either.  "He's in puberty now, but he's a 
Satyr.  He'll make love to you all day long."

    The King considered.  "Take his clothes off."

    Brendan turned toward us.  "We have to do it," he whispered.  
"Lance, it'll only be for a few months.  Once we're back in 
Kovzland, we'll send another boy to take your place."

    Lance looked marginally convinced but he was still scared.  
He looked at me and I wanted to tell him to say no, but if he 
did, we'd all be killed.

    "Who is he?" the boy's childlike voice asked.

    "The King of Raykov," Brendan replied.  "He likes little 
boys.  He sends us gold and food in Kovzland in exchange for us 
giving him a little boy to play with.  Paul got stuck here during 
the war and he's grown up now.  We need to take him back to 
Kovzland with us."

    "What about me?" the boy asked.

    "Like I said:  when we get back to Kovzland, we'll send 
another boy to take your place.  You can come live with us 
then...  Come on, Lance," Brendan finally added.  "You like 
playing with older boys."

    I didn't know how he knew this but I'd seen Lance with Curt 
enough to know it was true.  I looked over and saw the small boy 
looking at the king with more than passing interest.  "I'll do 
it," he said finally.  "Can Kely stay with me?"

    "No.  We need Kely in Labar."

    The decision having been made, Brendan and Curt helped un-
dress my young friend.  I wanted to cry, knowing that again I was 
going to lose my only boyfriend.  They handed me his clothes and 
Lance stood naked and beautiful before the King.  I knew him well 
enough not to be surprised when his small penis again got an 
erection.  This seemed to please the king, and he smiled down at 
the small boy dick.

    "Very well," the King smiled.  "You may go and you may take 
Paul with you.  If I don't get a new child by summer's end, I'll 
stop sending you provisions."

    This was all there was to it.  Paul came down to us, blushing 
and still looking quite young despite his physical maturity.  I 

watched Lance's naked body move boyishly up to the King, the 
little pubescent boy looking down and blushing as the King in-
stantly started to fondle his hairless body.  "You're dismissed," 
he said.  We walked back toward the doors.  Near the exit, I 
looked back to find the King cradling Lance's small body in his 
arms, Lance smiling like the sweet child I knew he was, the king 
smiling at the skinny boy and masturbating his young erection.

    I was crying as we left, Brendan and Curt trying to explain 
to me why they had to do it.  I was having none of it, however.  
Paul didn't seem to understand what had happened any more than I 
did, and the half naked youth's tender concerns for me made me
feel somewhat better.  We returned to the Keep and I was aston-
ished when we walked in and found the man and woman scurrying 
about the kitchen as if nothing had happened.  Brendan explained 
to them what the King had done and they were appropriately sad 
about Lance, but they seemed to be in good spirits otherwise.

    We walked into the main structure and found it exactly as we 
had left it.  Nothing was destroyed, nothing damaged.  "It isn't 
hurt," I stammered in surprise.

    "Of course not," Brendan grinned.  "It's magic.  Not only 
could those soldiers not actually hurt it but tomorrow they'll 
even forget they ever saw it. Only the King knows about it and 
we'd put a spell on him but we need his help. Sad part is that he 
doesn't grow old either so he'll always be here."

    The house was empty except for Charles and Guardian David.  
We quickly rounded up our minor belongings and David walked us 
out to the stables.  He was to stay behind as Guardian of the 
Keep.  He would come to us in Kovzland as soon as our retreat was
secure.  I never had gotten a chance to know David very well. 
Lance and I had spent so much time in the privacy of my room that 
I hadn't seen David much more than at the meetings.  Like many of 
the boys, he frequently acted like he knew me better than I knew 
myself, which disturbed me, but I'd grown used to it since Eric 
had come and rescued Erin and I from the Holy Warriors.  He was a 
very cute young man who smiled freely and seemed to like just 
being with people.  I felt sad leaving him and wished I'd had the 
chance to know him better.  Everything seemed to be hurry, hurry, 
hurry.  Every time I came to a new place I liked, it seemed I was 
supposed to leave it to find someplace else.  It had been like 
that at the Thorne's and now Raykov.  I hoped that someday I 
would have a permanent home and would be able to stay there 
safely.

    We mounted horses, one for each of the bigger boys and I was 
to take turns riding with each of them.  It didn't matter much to 
me:  Lance was gone and I felt terribly lonely.  I missed him so 
much that I didn't have any desire to have sex, though Curt 
frequently propositioned me and even tried to get me erect when
we bathed in the river together.

    It took seven days of hard riding to reach Labar.  The moun-
tains around Raykov gave way to foothills and then into rolling 
plains.  Soon, farmlands started appearing, growing in stature 
until there were actual castles surrounded with farmlands.  We 
went through several small villages.  Brendan and Paul became 
lovers on the road and they went off into the woods every night 
to play with each other.  I was left with Curt who frequently 
tried to seduce me to no success.  He didn't seem to mind this 
and didn't make me do anything.  Curt turned out to be an ex-
tremely nice boy.  He joked a lot and always seemed ready for 
sex, but he was also gentle and compassionate.  Those nights on 
the road, after Brendan had snuck off with Paul, Curt and I sat 
and talked, the young adolescent listening to all my sadnesses 
and longings.  I ended up telling him virtually everything I 

could remember, the young man even prevailing upon me to tell him 
all the little details of my sex life.  He listened to all with 
those loving, caring eyes and didn't take advantage of my weak
moments.

    Toward evening of the seventh day, we rounded a small hill 
and there stretched out before us was a tremendous green valley.  
To the north, I could see the luxurious city of Labar.  Around it 
were fields of waving wheat and grain, small castles dotted 
around the landscape.  We rode through several more little vil-
lages before we actually reached the city and it was dark as we 
rode through the front gates.

    "We'll need to make sure the Keep is safe," Curt whispered 
ahead to Brendan as the city guards watched us suspiciously.

    Brendan nodded.  "We'll stop and get some dinner, then you 
and I can go check it out."

    We checked our horses at the stables, then walked through the 
city.  It was much nicer than Raykov or Tarsec, but there were 
still pockets of poverty. The boys here, even the homeless or-
phans, wore clothes.  The buildings were as tall as three and
four stories.  None looked more than ten years old.  Even in the 
fading light, I could see flower boxes and whitewashed buildings.  
Most of the streets were cobblestoned and relatively smooth.  
Brendan seemed to know his way around for we winded through many 
dark alleys and side streets until I couldn't even tell what 
direction we'd come from.  Finally, we came to a pub called the 
"Slumbering Serpent".  We went inside.

    This was very thrilling for me.  In all our days and weeks of 
travel, we never once went inside a pub or cafe.  My eyes were 
big as saucers and, for the first time since leaving Raykov, I 
didn't think about Lance or Erin or Eric. This was something new 
and my boyish heart was beating as my blue eyes tried to see 
through the darkness of the smoke-filled room.

    Men were almost the only occupants.  There were two women but 
they seemed to work there and were busy serving huge mugs of beer 
to the patrons. Somber, threatening eyes turned and watched as 
Brendan led us to a corner with a table in it.  He told Paul and 
I to sit toward the inside of the room and he and Curt sat in the
chairs against the wall where they could see if trouble ap-
proached.  This was wise:  I was wearing nothing but a short 
sleeve shirt, a pair of shorts and white tennis shoes.  Paul wore 
blue jeans and a t-shirt.  Brendan and Curt on the other hand, 
were in breast armor and had their swords strapped on.  I noted 
with some caution that they freed the scabbards as we sat, ready 
to pull the swords if need be.

    I turned in my chair, curious about everything, wanting to 
see everyone and what they were doing.  One table had four 
dwarves sitting at it, lapping up beer madly and laughing all the 
while.  Everyone else was human sitting in small groups, speaking 
in quiet voices, glaring at me when I looked at them.

    "Kely," Brendan cautioned.  "They get mad when people stare." 
I swallowed and sat back around in my chair.  I had noticed that 
the dwarves had special chairs that lifted them high enough up to 
the tables that they didn't look silly.  They're feet didn't 
touch the floor, but at least their chests were higher than the 
tabletop.  I had no such chair and sat swinging my little legs
back and forth, the table almost as high as my neck.

    Paul sat at his chair silently, not looking around, not 
speaking.  He was a quiet boy.  When he did speak, he sounded 
like a boy my age.  Not that his voice hadn't changed, but he 

didn't seem as mature as Brendan and Curt.  These two sat with 
their chairs against the wall, glaring at the other men with 
equal intensity.  I was feeling excited and curious, but their 
expressions made me keep my mouth shut and hold my excitement in.

    A big man came by the table.  "We don't want any children in 
here," he said glowering at me.  Brendan reached in a pouch and 
threw a gold piece at the man who caught it, bit it and put it 
away.  "What'll it be?"

    "Four steaks and four beers," Brendan said in a soft, rum-
bling tone.  He was so cute I was surprised at how tough he could 
sound.

    The man didn't say anything more, just looked at me with 
distaste again and walked away.  I suddenly didn't want to be in 
the tavern, but didn't want to say anything.  I was startled to 
see that a man in full armor was standing beside Brendan.  I was 
about to warn him when the man leaned down toward him.

    "You're losing your grip, boy," he said in a quiet voice.  
Brendan was so startled he almost fell out of his chair and both 
he and Curt half drew their swords before looking.

    "Potus," Brendan sighed, returning his sword.  "How did you 
do that?  I was being so careful."

    The man brushed it aside.  He pulled up a chair and sat down 
on it, facing more toward the room than toward Brendan.  I felt 
his eyes glance over Paul and I very quickly but intently enough 
that I knew he had seen everything there was to see about me.  He 
had sized me up perfectly and knew that neither Paul nor I was 
any sort of threat.  After that, his eyes watched the room.  He 
was a good-looking man in his mid-thirties.  His eyes were blue
and his hair a sandy brown.  His expression never changed in the 
slightest.

    "I didn't expect to see you again," he said in a firm but 
quiet voice. His lips scarcely moved as he talked and his face 
still showed no expression. Though he spoke softly and had his 
head turned from Brendan, my young friend seemed to hear him
perfectly well.

    "You heard about the war?"

    The man gave a quick nod.  "Rumor I heard was that all the 
Guardians were killed."

    "Just Kelvin," Brendan replied.  "All the others were away on 
missions or vacations.  We're rebuilding now."

    "Who's the boy?" Potus asked, not looking directly at me.

    "Kelvin," Brendan replied.

    Potus nodded.  "Pretty," he said.

    "Always was," Brendan agreed as I blushed.

    "I take it he hasn't melded yet.  He looks like a real inno-
cent boy.  I saw him two years ago.  We drank quite a fill."

    "You saw Kelvin?  I didn't know you knew each other."

    Potus nodded.  "We know each other very well.  That last time 
we traveled together from Martel to the Elven Wood."

    "That's a long trip."

    "We went straight across the mountains."

    "That's a dangerous trip."

    Potus nodded.  "It's not bad with Kelvin though.  That was
one man who knew how to handle a fight.  When's he going to be 
back?  I need to speak with him about a real estate deal I've put 
together for him."

    Brendan shrugged.  "We have business in Labar.  We should be 
back in Kovzland in a few weeks."

    "I'll stop by in a few months and talk to him then."

    "Uh," Brendan said with sudden uncertainty.  "You're not a 
Kovz Boy..." Potus shook his head.  "Well, uh, only Kovz Boys can 
go to Kovzland.  I'm afraid our magic prevents anyone else from 
finding it."

    Potus smiled at that, an expression that struck me, if for no 
other reason, then the fact that it was so rare.  "Remember, 
Kelvin:  I'll be by exactly six months from today."

    I felt very strange at these words.  I always felt strange 
when I listened to people talk, especially when they talked about
Kelvin.  Sometimes they talked about 'him' as if he were me and 
other times it sounded like somebody I didn't know.  What was 
even stranger about Potus was that even I had this incredible 
feeling that I had met him before.  I could almost believe that 
we had traveled together before, that we'd traveled a lot togeth-
er before.  I was only a little boy, however, and I knew that I 
hadn't met him in all the time since I first awoke in the alley 
in Tarsec.

    "I heard you killed Cyamorra Dragon."

    "That was years ago," Potus replied.  His blue eyes turned 
back to the room and he watched the entire place at once.  Though 
he didn't look straight at me, I knew he could still see every 
move I made.  "The Old Ones have put a hundred thousand gold on 
your head," he said as if talking about the weather.

    "Is that why everyone's staring at us?"

    Potus gave a barely perceptible shrug.  "I don't think word
has reached Labar yet.  There's another rumor, probably wrong, 
that says an Old One was killed and that you did it."

    "Old Ones can't be killed," Brendan said.

    Potus shrugged again.  "It's only a rumor, but that's why 
they're trying to kill you.  You play your cards right, you could 
end up with one hell of a legend.  No one's given me a reputation 
as an Old One killer and I've been in the business for a very 
long time.  They say you did it.  Pretty soon, everyone's going 
to be gunning for you."

    "Can you help?"

    Again, he shrugged.  "Over the years, I've helped Kovzland 
out when I could.  I'm not a Boylover, though, and I don't really 
care myself if your particular kingdom survives or not.  Still, I 
owe Kelvin a few favors and you've seen me through a few tight 
jams too.  Anyway, I don't want to throw my lot in with you boys, 
but I've got a lot of money and when I can help out, I do.  So, I
gave the High Priest at the Analeeya temple a million gold to 
provide any Kovz Boy who asked whatever help they needed.  It's 
not much, but it's a big church and it should give you boys some 

help in just about any city so long as there's an Analeeya Tem-
ple."

    "Can we trust them?"

    "Analeeya has no argument with Kovzland, Brendan.  You know 
that.  What you boys want to do is none of their concern.  If 
they make money, they'll do what they have to do to get more." He 
suddenly gave an ironic laugh.  "I'm the richest man around.  I'm 
richer than King Labar, King Raykov and King Singar put together.  
I'm even richer than the Daireans.  Now, Analeeya thinks I'm one 
of you.  They'll be a good ally.  They know where the money is.  
Analeeya will help."

    "You know," Brendan smiled, leaning forward on the table.  
"I've never been able to figure you out.  You do things like this
all the time.  You act like you give us some penance, but I know 
from the records that you've been giving Kovzland millions of 
gold a year for a very long time.  In fact, you give more support 
to it than anyone or anything else.  But I also know you don't 
get anything in return, and you don't make us send you little 
boys.  Nothing like that."

    Potus laughed.  "What I need to talk about with Kelvin is a 
lot bigger than anything else I've done."

    "Yes, but why?  I mean, what do you get out of it?"

    "Does it matter?"

    "I don't know," Brendan admitted.  "Sometimes I think you 
know more about Kovzland than I do and I've been a Kovz Boy for 
five hundred years.  You blithely state that you and Kelvin 
traveled across the Centron Mountains together and act as if it 
were nothing, yet I know that Kelvin was on a quest to find the 
lost Kovz Boys two years ago.  That's when he was killed.  I know
you're not a liar, so I know that there's an impossible situation 
here.  You know what the answers are, but you don't say anything.  
Sometimes, I think you're the only one who knows."

    Potus shook his head, eyes still scanning the crowd.  "Not at 
all, boy," he sighed.  "Your problem is that you live in Kovzland 
and pretty much always have.  You don't know what happened before 
you came."

    Brendan laughed uncomfortably.  "Yeah, but you're not that 
old," he said doubtfully.  "I've only known you for ten years."

    Potus nodded.  "Do I look any older to you, boy?"

    Brendan shrugged.  "No."

    Potus let it sit.  "There is more under heaven and earth than 
you have dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio."

    "What's that supposed to mean?"

    "Nothing.  Don't worry about it.  Something written by a Kovz 
Boy a very long time ago."

    "But you're not a Kovz Boy?"

    Potus shook his head.  "Boys are nice, but I don't sleep with 
them."

    "Then what do you care what happens to Kovzland?"

    Potus shrugged again.  "I like you boys, always have, and not 

because you're all so cute.  I've been all over this world and I 
know there isn't a single country that desires nothing more than 
to be left alone.  I respect that. Hell, I don't want to hang 
around all day and watch boys having sex, but that doesn't mean I 
have to try to kill you." He paused.  "What do I get out of it? 
Well, if you get Kelvin back again, ask him.  I could tell you, 
but I don't want to.  If he wants to, he can and I won't mind in
the slightest.  Until then, all I'll say is that I owe Kelvin and 
the rest of the Guardians." He smiled again. "Your only problem 
is that you're mistaken about women." His eyes were following 
someone approaching and I started to turn to look just as the 
woman reached me.  I was so startled I let out a little cry as 
the woman slipped a smooth, cool hand down the front of my shirt 
and slowly rubbed my chest.  I turned to look up at her and came 
face to face with her huge breasts, half held up by her bodice.  
They were tremendous.  The face above was pretty and looked down 
at me with a love that made me feel uncomfortable.

    "What have we here?" she asked as her hand freely felt along 
my skinny body.  "Aren't you a pretty boy."

    Potus smiled at the astonished, frightened look on my face 
and said nothing as the woman leaned forward and rubbed down to 
my belly.  "We don't get many little boys in here.  Would you 
like to come upstairs with me, honey?" she asked.  I jumped as I 
felt her hand on the small bulge in my shorts.  She fondled it 
and I heard her smile as I got an instant erection.  "Oooh, I
think he wants to, don't you, you sweet little boy?"

    I looked over at Brendan and Curt for help, but they just 
grinned as I felt the woman's hand holding my stiff little erec-
tion.  She let it go and I was ready to sigh my relief but I soon 
felt her fingers slip down the front of my shorts, holding my 
naked penis, her arm rubbing against my chest beneath my shirt.  
"He's only a child, Nancy," Potus finally said.

    "You don't feel what I'm feelin', Potus," she smiled, her 
cool fingers gently tugging on my stiff boyhood.  "He hasn't got 
any hair yet but he's definitely ready to be a man."

    I whimpered as she felt my penis.  It hadn't been touched in 
a week and I was so horny I couldn't think straight.  I sat there 
stiff and uncertain and let her feel between my hairless legs.  
The big man came with our beers and the woman's hand quickly 
slipped out of my shorts.  She still felt across my little chest, 
however.  As soon as the man left, she knelt down and licked my 
ear. "You want me to show you what you can do, sweetheart?" she
breathed softly.  One of her hands held my small shoulder blade 
as she slipped her hand down my belly again, beneath my shorts, 
holding my throbbing little penis and hairless testicles.  "Oooh, 
you're so hard," she said, as her fingers began rubbing my penis.  
I was panting frantically, blue eyes staring out blindly, little 
body stiffening and about to start jerking with orgasm.

    "That's enough, Nancy," Potus grinned at my embarrassment.  
"You're scaring the little boy to death."

    "Oh no I'm not," she said, pulling on my penis until I whim-
pered again. Just a couple more strokes and I knew I was going to 
have an orgasm.  "He likes it, don't you, honey?"

    Potus grinned as he stood up his full six feet two inches.  
"You want to play with a hairless little boy or with a man?" he 
asked the woman.

    I gasped as her hand slipped from my penis, gently rubbed 
over my chest. I sat there panting, turning back to her a little,
childish eyes begging her to masturbate me some more.  "You're 

not as soft as this boy is," she smiled seductively at Potus.

    "You can feel two inches or eight, Nancy," he said, turning 
from her and starting toward the stairs.

    "We could take the little boy with us," she grinned at him.  
"He'd like to watch us, wouldn't you honey?"

    "I don't sleep with boys, Nancy," Potus said, grabbing her 
arm and speaking softly into her face.

    Her hand rubbed my chest as she bent over and kissed my 
smooth cheek. "I have to go, honey, but if you ever want to, you 
can come back.  I'll let you do it for free." That said, the 
woman was dragged giggling and happy after Potus.  The man led 
her up the stairs and they were gone.  Curt and Brendan were 
laughing hysterically.

    "What did she want to do to me?" I panted in confusion caus-
ing the boys to laugh harder.  Paul seemed equally confused but 
stayed quiet as usual.  When it was clear they weren't going to 
tell me, I took a sip from my beer.  It tasted bitter and I 
didn't like it much, but the other boys were drinking their's and 
I wanted to be like them so I drank mine.  By the time the steaks 
arrived, I felt a strange glow in my stomach and I was sitting 
forward listening as Curt and Brendan told each other jokes.  I 
didn't understand what the jokes were about, but they laughed, so 
I laughed too.

    I could see that Brendan and Curt were almost done with their 
beers.  I had only had half of mine.  I knew they were going to 
order another one so I quickly poured mine down my throat.  When 
the man came at their call, I was as empty as they were.

    "Three beers," Brendan said.

    "I want one, too," I said.

    "Uh, Kely, maybe you should wait a little while."

    "If you get another one, so do I," I whined.  I didn't nor-
mally act like this, but I was determined to keep up with the 
older boys and I felt strange somehow.  I must have said it 
pretty loud because Brendan immediately motioned for me to keep 
quiet.  I felt weird inside, but happy too and I giggled reflex-
ively.  Brendan and Curt exchanged a grin.

    "Make it four then," he told the man, and the two older boys 
broke into laughter.  I didn't know what they thought was so 
funny but they looked like they were having fun so I laughed, 
too.  I liked laughing.

    We were finishing our steaks and the second beer at about the 
same time. My steak was only half eaten, but I didn't want any-
more.  It was too much and my belly felt really full.  Brendan 
and Curt were still telling jokes to each other and saying 
something about the waitress.  I didn't understand.  It didn't 
seem like they were making any sense, like they were talking a
foreign language.  The room seemed to be moving and I felt really 
weird.

    "How much you want for the little boy?" a grizzled man asked, 
leaning forward on the table.  He had come from another table 
with four other men at it. I was suddenly scared without knowing 
why.  I wanted to go back to my room with Eric.

    "He's not for sale," Brendan replied.  His voice had been 
light and giddy before, but it now took on a hard sound that 

scared me still more.

    "We don't want to buy him.  We just want to rent him."

    "He's not for rent either," Brendan replied.  I could tell 
that he and Curt were now poised for battle, ready to jump at any 
second.

    "Then we'll just take him," the man said.  I felt his hairy
hand grab my shirt and with a mighty rip he tore it clear off my 
body, my necklace flying about on my neck.  There was a blur as I 
started to cry and when I looked around again, Brendan and Curt 
were standing, the hairy man was screaming, his severed hand 
laying on the floor still gripping what remained of my shirt.  
His remaining hand was clutching the stump of his arm as blood 
spurted from it.

    "Get Kely, Paul," Brendan said.  He and Curt stood side by 
side, their swords lowered and pointing at the four men from the 
hairy man's table.  I was still crying as I felt Paul's gentle 
hands leading me behind Brendan and Curt, our small group backing 
slowly toward the door.  I couldn't walk.  I didn't understand 
why, but my legs seemed to be made of rubber and were ready to 
collapse at any second.  Paul had to half carry me to the door 
his big hands feeling nice against my naked chest and ribs.  As 
soon as we neared it, Brendan and Curt gave us a mighty heave and 
I stumbled out of it, Paul falling with me as we fell onto the 
dirt road.  The other two boys backed out of the door behind us.

    "Go to the Analeeya Temple," Brendan ordered.  "Tell them 
Potus sent you." Paul scrambled to obey as the group of men came 
out the door now carrying swords.  "Move!" Brendan shouted.

    In the cold night air, I heard the loud clanging of sword on 
sword, felt Paul's gentle hands holding me up and leading me down 
the dark streets.  "We're lost," he said after we'd been travel-
ing as if for days in the darkness. Distantly. I was aware of a 
boy near us telling us to come with him.  We followed.  Soon we 
were disappearing into a door.  An ugly man met us.

    "You'll be safe here, my boy," he said.  I felt Paul's and 
other hands pulling me up stairs, long endless stairs.  My feet 
dragged along them, bouncing on each one.  We were in a filthy 
room, smelling of smoke.  Hands grabbed at my shoes and shorts, 
stripping them off.  Soon, I was naked and cold, huddled on a
dirty bed of some kind.  I didn't know.  I slept a short while.

    "What have we here?" I heard the man's voice saying.  I felt
him pulling the necklace from around my head.  I was going to
stop him, but I soon drifted off to sleep again.