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

    The long ride into Labar and the beer I had the night before 
made me sleep like a baby through the night.  Despite the buil-
ding's run-down condition, it was kept warm by the chimneys that 
ran through it from the floors below and I lay naked on the small 
couch as comfortable as I had ever been.  I awoke, however, with 
that strange feeling of knowing that somebody was watching me and 
suddenly jumped up expecting to see the Old Ones, the Prince of 
Raykov, or the men who had challenged us at the bar.  Instead, my 
eyes stared out at a circle of young boys standing around the 
couch watching me.

    There were a full dozen of them, the youngest ones as stark 
naked as I was, their little, hairless penises sitting on their 
small bodies as if they were naked all the time.  The older ones 
(though none looked to be much older than thirteen) wore nothing 
more than white cotton underpants, bulges showing where their
rubbery young penises were between their smooth thighs.  When I
realized they were only boys not much older than I was, I relaxed 
and sat naked wiping the sleep from my eyes.

    "What are you staring at?" I asked, but the boys just looked 
at me and didn't say a word.  A dark haired boy with a pronounced 
bulge in his underpants reached his hand back to scratch between 
his shoulder blades, but they otherwise just stood there.  I 
noticed my necklace was gone and rubbed around my thin neck 
trying to feel for the gold chain before remembering that the man 
had taken it. Not feeling particularly frightened by the boys or 
embarrassed at being naked, I stood up and looked around for 
Paul.  The young boys cleared a path for me and I finally saw the 
older youth laying on a bunk against a far wall.

    The room I found myself in was the attic of an obviously very 
old building.  The ceiling was sloped with the roof and the walls 
were made of brick, the upper reaches of the chimneys, stained 
black with soot.  There were several beds and bunks against the 
walls, enough for all the boys if a few of them slept with each 
other.  Paul was sleeping on one of these and I went over and 
shook his bare shoulder.

    "Huh?" the adolescent said, quickly jumping up and looking 
around.  The naked and half naked boys formed a circle around us, 
still watching quietly. Paul looked at me.  "Are you okay?" he 
asked.

    I nodded.  "We need to find Brendan," I said.

    Paul sat up on the bunk and jumped down to the floor.  His 
feet were bare as was his well formed chest, but he still wore 
his blue jeans.  "Where did that man go?" he asked the boys 
assembled around.

    The boys glanced around at each other, but didn't say any-
thing.  I scarcely thought to notice how cute they all were, for 
I was afraid and wanted only to get back to Brendan.

    "Here, here, now, boys," the man who had found us the night 
before said, appearing as if from nowhere and shooing the boys 
aside to reach us.  "You mustn't stare at our guests." He pushed 
their bare backs away from him firmly but gently and they all 
slumped to the sides but didn't leave us or stop looking at us.  
"Did you sleep well?" the man asked us, rubbing his hands togeth-
er and smiling warmly.  He was an odd looking man, rather tall 
but very slender, his hair and beard made of wispy brown hair 
turning gray.  There was something unsettling about him, but I 

couldn't figure out what.

    "Yes, but we must be getting back to our friends," Paul said, 
taking up his shirt and slipping it over his arms.

    "Not before breakfast, surely," the man said turning away 
before Paul could protest.  Paul shrugged to me and followed the 
man.  I swallowed nervously and realized that the boys all hung 
back waiting and watching me.  I hurried after Paul, smelling the 
sweet smell of their young bodies as I passed them.

    The boys remained silent throughout the breakfast that fol-
lowed, though the man carried on an almost constant monologue.  
His name was McGyver, or so he said, and somewhere in all his 
talking he managed to say very little but managed to get Paul to 
say quite a bit in only a few words.  He didn't mention Kovzland 
at all, and I felt somehow glad that part of our story was se-
cure.  Concern for my necklace started to grow in my mind during 
their talk, for I was very anxious to keep it on my neck until my 
lamp caught up to me as Brendan had promised it would.  I stayed 
silent for most of the meal, however, very aware that none of the 
other boys had said a word.

    "What about my necklace?" I blurted out when we had finished 
almost the last of the biscuits and greasy gravy he had served 
us.

    "What necklace is that, child?" McGyver asked with feigned 
ignorance that even I could spot.

    "You took my necklace last night and I want it back." I 
sounded pretty tough to myself but doubtlessly sounded like a 
precocious boy with my soprano voice and childlike face.

    "Don't be so rude, Kely," Paul hushed me up.  "It was just a 
piece of junk anyway."

    Paul seemed to like McGyver, but I disliked him instinctive-
ly.  Still, not having the older boy's support quieted me, though 
I focused on giving McGyver as threatening of looks as I could 
manage with my innocent eyes.  Paul didn't know what the necklace 
was and I wasn't about to explain it to him in front of McGyver.

    After breakfast, the man talked Paul into going with him in 
search of our friends.  I was told to stay in the attic until 
they got back and McGyver said that my clothes were out being 
cleaned so he couldn't give them to me just yet.  I didn't be-
lieve him.  Somehow I knew he was only saying that to keep me 
naked and thereby trapped in the room.  The other boys, having 
dressed in outlandish clothes that were either far too big or far 
too small for them, were preparing to go "to work" as McGyver 
instructed them.  They bantered quietly to each other, but still 
didn't say anything to me.  In the end, only one boy was left in 
the room to "keep me company" (though I felt very much like a 
prisoner). Paul, McGyver and all the other boys took off and left 
me there with him.  I turned from the door they had left from and 
faced the boy who stood, still in just his underpants, leaning 
back against one of the bunks.

    With the other boys gone, he suddenly grinned at me.  "What's 
your name?" he asked.  His arms were folded across his bare chest 
and I looked up at him as I crossed to the couch to sit down.  He 
was a very skinny boy and puberty had made his arms and legs 
outgrow his small chest.  He stood perhaps six inches taller than 
me with long slender legs that were still completely hairless.

    "Kely," I said, my small, naked body sitting down on the 
couch.

    "My name's Travis," he grinned.  To my dismay, I suddenly 
realized how pretty I found the young boy.  He had blond hair, 
brushed back from a very smooth, boyish face.  His eyes were blue 
and his nose was very small and pug, a trait I had found very 
attractive in the other boys I had met.  He had thin lips pulled 
back as he grinned from straight white teeth.  Beneath his smooth 
face, his skinny neck joined to his small shoulders, broad desp-
ite the thinness of his body.  His collarbones stood out clearly 
and his small chest swelled out slightly beneath two very small 
nipples almost the same color of his tanned skin.  As stated, his 
arms looked too long for his body, but they swelled at his 
shoulders and biceps with cute, boyish muscle.  Even his tanned 
forearms bulged with very small and slender muscles as he held 
them wrapped across his abdomen. Just beneath them, I could see 
the soft skin of his hairless belly, his little belly button, the 
skin looking even prettier against the elastic band of his un-
derpants.

    The most striking thing about him was the size of the bulge 
between his legs.  It was obvious that his penis wasn't erect, 
but it still made a very clear mound in his underwear.  I stared 
at it for some moments wondering just how big his pubescent penis 
was, and blushed immediately when I felt my little boyhood stif-
fen into a frantic little boy erection.  It had been more than a 
week since I had last played with Lance and I felt queasy with 
desire looking at the cute boy in front of me.

    I blushed in embarrassment when I looked up and found the boy 
still grinning at me, his eyes glancing down at my stiff, hair-
less, little penis and over my body, still leaning back against 
the bunk.  He sighed loudly, and I felt myself tighten in fear as 
he stood up and started to come toward me.  It wasn't that I was 
such an innocent boy anymore, but to be so vulnerable to this 
perfect stranger, to know that he knew what he was going to do to 
me.  He was so pretty and I needed him so badly, but at the same 
time I needed to be on guard and ready to escape.

    By the time Travis reached the couch and sat down beside me, 
the bulge in his underwear had grown tremendously and I knew he 
had an erection as horny as mine.  He just smiled, however, his 
slender arm slipping around my thin shoulders and pulling me 
against his chest as I stared at the throbbing mound of his big 
penis.  "Don't be afraid," he cooed to me, his free hand reaching 
out and stroking my small chest as he held me.  "We're just going 
to play a game."

    There was no doubt that the boy thought I was a complete 
virgin for that's what I looked like and that's what I acted 
like.  I was terrified of him, terrified of my desire for him, 
and couldn't help gasping boyishly as I felt his tender hand 
caress my chest, his fingers probe my hairless armpits.  "You're 
so soft," he whispered against my tender ear.  Despite his thin-
ness, it was obvious that Travis was stronger than me and I 
probably wouldn't have tried to escape even if I could.  The 
young boy excited me in ways neither Eric, Erin or Lance ever 
could.  Perhaps it was only the very young pubescent needs of my 
hairless body not being relieved in so many days or perhaps it 
was the smooth warmth of his slender body against mine.  All I 
knew was that my penis felt hard as rock and I needed the boy's 
caresses as badly as he wanted to give them to me.

    I gasped more nervously as I felt his trembling fingertips 
sliding down my boyish body, over my little belly button until 
they were very gently petting the smooth, hairless flesh around 
my little penis.  Travis seemed to like what he was doing for he 
was panting as quickly as I was as his hand reached lower and lay 
his palm directly over my boyhood, giggling softly as he felt it 
throbbing with boyish need.  His smooth cheeks were rosy and the 

happy grin on his cute face made him look even prettier.

    "Do you like that?" he smiled, his fingers caressing my 
little testicles as his warm palm slowly rubbed against my erect 
little penis.

    I blushed and smiled up at his cute face loving the growing 
pleasure between my legs and excited at the prospect of having a 
boyish orgasm with the thirteen year old.  I nodded, my childish 
blue eyes twinkling with the excitement in my erection.  Travis's 
other hand still held to my thin shoulders and he pulled me even 
closer to him, my upper arm rubbing against the smooth warmth of 
his skinny chest.  I looked down at the bulge in his underwear 
again and could tell that the young teenager's big penis was 
curled inside them, throbbing madly and sticking out at the 
fabric with incredible hardness.  He just kept rubbing my little 
dick as I blushed and reached my hand out between his hairless 
thighs.

    His young cock felt even harder than it looked and felt even 
bigger as I held the big bulge in my small hand.  "Yeah," he 
breathed softly, his slender hips reflexively pressing his big 
dick outward.  I giggled slightly and tried to straighten his 
penis out, feeling the boy's relief as the six and a half inch 
organ finally stuck out straight across his white underwear.  It 
felt so warm and excited and I was very curious about what it 
would look like.

    Travis's eyes were closed and his hand left my penis to slide 
slowly up my skinny body.  He was smiling happily as he pulled my 
little chest over to his and I felt his hands caressing my baby 
soft back and small shoulder blades. Awkwardly I managed to get 
hold of the elastic to his underwear and tried to pull them down.  
His raging erection found the opening immediately and I could see 
the uncircumcised brown inches of it stick up against his belly.  
It looked clean and beautiful, the smooth, warm brown flesh 
feeling nice against my little hand.  Travis didn't let go of me 
as I struggled to strip his clothes off, but he did move his 
small butt enough for me to finally unveil the full length of his 
pretty penis.

    As mentioned, his penis was six and a half inches long and 
was throbbing with excitement.  It was colored a very soft brown 
that ran almost without blemish all the way to the fleshy fore-
skin that completely covered his penis head.  The only marks in 
the smooth skin was the faint, baby blue vein that pulsed along 
its length pumping blood to the excited boy's pubescent cock.  
His penis stuck out so straight and looked hard despite the soft 
flesh that covered it.  His testicles were equally large for his 
small, skinny body and hung in a loose, hairless scrotum of baby 
soft skin between his thin, hairless thighs. The boy did have 
some pubic hair and it was very pretty:  short and boyish look-
ing, but dark brown and curling with pubescent growth.  It was 
still very sparse and I could see the smooth flesh of his belly 
through the small circle around his erection.

    Travis leaned back enough to look down our small bodies at 
our young penises throbbing together, his looking all the bigger 
against the hairless little boyhood sticking out from my body.  
He smiled down at them and I could feel his hand again sliding 
down my body to caress my private parts.  He pressed his hips 
forward and I soon felt the warm hardness of his penis joining 
mine in his large hand.  The boy rubbed the two young things 
together and it felt very good.  He even held them tightly enough 
that he could press his hard, brown penis head out of his fleshy 
foreskin, the shining head looking very hard and beautiful, 
darker brown than the shaft of his penis, the small slit gaping 
with hardness.

    He giggled suddenly and I looked up into his cute face grin-
ning at me as he rubbed our young boyhoods.  He was blushing as 
his bright, baby blue eyes gazed at me and I couldn't help blush-
ing and smiling back.  He was so very cute, his warm hand and 
hard penis filling me with a boyish excitement I hadn't felt 
before.  I longed desperately to feel my little penis pulsing 
with orgasm again, knew that this was going to be my most excit-
ing orgasm yet in the strong arms of the skinny young boy.  I was 
equally excited about seeing Travis's orgasm and the radiant 
beauty that would fill his pretty face when that glorious feeling 
raced along his big penis.  With his smooth, slender arm holding 
to my bare shoulders, I could feel the soft, warm flesh of his 
hairless underarm against my skin and it felt delightful.  He was 
such a pretty boy that I felt the same excited love for him that 
I had for all the other boys who had played with my penis.  It 
was a strange love, one that ached with desire to be consumed 
with the other boy's orgasm, to feel our young, boyish bodies 
thrusting and jerking together in orgasmic passion.

    Travis gasped, the cute boyish smile still on his thin lips, 
as he lay back on the couch and stared down at the huge, throb-
bing penis between his legs. His foreskin hadn't released his 
penis head and the pretty young thing still looked soft in the 
smooth brown flesh of his body.  His short, sparse pubic hairs 
looked adorable against the soft brown of his throbbing shaft and 
hairless brown testicles, so pretty I couldn't help reaching out 
to pet them.  They felt wiry but soft with boyhood, still looking 
more brown than black and so short and cute at the base of his 
throbbing penis.  Travis just grinned delightedly at my small 
fingers petting his little pubic hairs and I soon felt his en-
larged hand moving between his legs to take hold of mine.  With 
trembling excitement and gentle insistence, the thirteen year old 
boy tenderly raised my hand up and lay it against the warm, 
hardness of his beautiful young penis.  I knew well enough what 
the boy wanted and bashfully took the thick organ into my small 
fist.  My fingers couldn't fit all the way around it, but I could 
hold enough of it to make the boy's smooth belly ripple with 
muscle and make his high pitched voice crack suddenly.

    I pulled the boy's loose foreskin down his big penis and his 
brown head reemerged in shining boyish glory.  I grinned up at 
his face and the young teenager lay smiling with joy at the 
feelings in his penis, his beautiful eyes wide with wonder and 
delight.  My hand moved back up his long shaft and I watched the 
soft fold of skin again rub over his large head and cover it 
leaving a fleshy nipple at the end.  I took great delight in 
seeing his foreskin sliding over his rock hard penis head and 
started to rub rhythmically up and down on the sweet thing, 
feeling it throbbing with boyish erection, knowing that I was 
masturbating him and that he was filled with the excitement that 
comes with young orgasm.

    Travis wasn't to be alone with pleasure, however, for the 
young teenager's hand was soon slipping between my legs again, 
his long fingers caressing my hairless little erection, the tiny 
purple head shining in boyish glory and excitement.  His hand was 
too big to grip my little boyhood in his fist, but the cute kid 
lovingly took the skinny throbbing erection between his thumb and 
forefinger and I started gasping as I felt him masturbating me 
with gentle tugs between my legs.  I didn't have enough flesh on 
my penis to cover my shiny little head, but I still had enough 
that the pale skin along my shaft moved up and down on my hard-
ness, the pretty boy's brown hand making it look even smaller and 
more pale.

    I was so very excited that I immediately gasped and moaned, 
my high pitched voice sounding like a puppy whining as Travis's 
fingers rubbed madly up and down my little penis.  The pleasure 

in my childlike body felt so good that I found myself laying 
slowly over until my baby soft cheek was pressed against the 
other boy's hard, skinny chest, my eyes gazing at the smooth 
beauty of his tanned skin.  His chest was so small and I panted 
boyishly as I looked at his little nipples, only slightly darker 
than his young boy flesh.  My hand still managed to awkwardly rub 
the boy's big, stiff penis and his sweet soprano voice was grunt-
ing as I stroked up and down the hard meat.

    Travis strong arm pulled me even closer against him, our 
little chests and baby soft sides pressing against each other as 
his long, hairless legs rippled and his slender body tightened.  
He seemed to be as excitable as I was, for we both grew louder as 
we jerked our penises with boyish enthusiasm.  I cried lovingly 
as I rubbed my beardless cheek against the small contours of his 
chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly, feeling the firm ridges 
of his prominent collar bones, the warm skin of his living body.  
His cock felt so big in my small hand, pulsing with throbbing 
hardness as his fleshy foreskin continued rubbing up and over his 
big, brown penis head.  I loved the warm feel of it, the excite-
ment that I knew was building in his pubescent testicles, longing 
for the relief his horny young body needed so desperately.  Still 
he tugged on my little erection and the pleasure in my own body 
was no less than his.  I had needed to be played with for so 
long, my boyhood so hard and excited now that it seemed like a 
separate thing, a thing of beautiful pleasure, pleasure only a 
young boy on the brink of puberty can fully appreciate.  It 
filled my mind with dizzy swirls of happiness, caused me to beg 
and grunt with frantic hardness.

    I was already shuddering as intense pleasure consumed my 
little penis and swept over my belly, when Travis suddenly cried 
out, his beautiful voice so squeaky with childhood.  His smooth 
thighs rippled with beauty, pleasure caressing him no less quick-
ly than the pretty brown foreskin rubbing over his penis.  I was 
jerking with boyish orgasm and swimming in pleasure, watching the 
beauty of his big cock, the pretty little hairs around his thick 
base, hearing the music of his pretty voice crying in orgasm as 
his entire body grew so hard it must have hurt him.  The loose 
fold of his foreskin was still rubbing up and down his thick 
penis when the young boy's penis head suddenly squirt thin, clear 
boy juice out, the sweet young semen squirting into my face and 
across his little chest.  I watched it speckling his soft belly, 
the smooth skin around his little belly button as he continued 
crying with pleasure, his lungs sucking in air.  The boyish cream 
made his penis head glisten as his foreskin spread it across it, 
the loose flesh dripping onto his tummy, boy juice trickling over 
my small fist as I stroked him.

    Our small, naked bodies slowly relaxed though they continued 
swelling rhythmically as we sought to breathe, our high pitched 
squeals growing softer but just as pretty.  I still held to 
Travis's big cock and he still held my little penis as they both 
softened into boyish innocence.  I could feel a thin trickle of 
his clear semen against my lips and I licked it up amazed at its 
sweet flavor and warm feel.  Travis was still laying exhausted, 
his beautiful little chest still swelling as I turned my head 
enough to lick his young sperm from his body.  He half giggled 
through his gasps as my tongue lovingly tasted every glorious 
drop of boy sperm from his little nipples.  His chest felt nice 
against my tongue and I smiled, licking his smooth skin long 
after I'd cleaned up the little speckles of penis juice.

    The door to the attic suddenly burst open and Brendan and 
Curt poured inside, swords fully drawn, the cute boys looking 
very tough in their leather armor.  Their eyes shot across the 
room then they relaxed as they saw Travis and I, still naked, 
boyish penises still half hard but softening.  We were even still 

holding onto them, but gradually let them go with bashful smiles 
and blushes of embarrassment.

    "I guess we didn't need to hurry," Curt smiled as they low-
ered their swords.

    "Kely, do you have to play with every boy you see?" Brendan 
grinned coming over to the couch.  Travis and I sat up still 
blushing but neither of us making any effort to hide our limp 
cocks.  He was blushing a frightful red but smiling, leaning his 
elbows forward on his knees, quiet but happy too.

    "He did it to me first," I defended weakly.

    "We'll have to take him with us," Curt nodded at my newest 
lover.

    Brendan shrugged.  "Eric didn't bring that boy he stayed with 
in Tarsec."

    "That was only because of the Old Ones," Curt countered.

    Brendan nodded.  He thought for a moment then looked over at 
Travis who grinned as if he knew he had gotten away with someth-
ing my friends couldn't stop him from.  He was such a cute boy, 
the rubbery penis between his legs looking big on his small, 
pubescent body, fleshy foreskin and downy pubic hairs looking 
even prettier than before.

    "Okay," Brendan said at length.  He tousled Travis's blond 
hair and the boy grinned.  "How would you like to go to a new 
home?" he asked the boy.

    "Good, sir," Travis said, bowing slightly which looked silly 
with his skinny body and big penis dangling, "it would be my 
pleasure to accompany your fine band wherever you choose to go."

    Brendan looked down at him for a moment then broke into a 
grin.  he turned to Curt and the other adolescent grinned back 
and shrugged.  "Well, you're quite a gentleman, aren't you?" he 
said, turning back to the young teenager.

    "That I am, sir," the boy bowed again.  "I am the son of the 
Earl of Martel.  It has been my misfortune to have been kidnapped 
by this band of thieves and ruffians.  As my saviors, you shall 
surely be richly rewarded."

    I was very impressed by this.  Imagine:  I had played with 
the son of a nobleman!  I looked at Brendan to see the impressed 
look on his face, but Brendan was smirking at Curt again.

    "Well, my lord," he smiled, returning the younger boy's bow.  
"May we prove worthy of your trust."

    "But of course, my good fellow," Travis replied, strolling 
away from the couch as if he were in charge.  "Now, might I 
suggest that we leave this place before the villains return."

    "Oh, yes, certainly, my lord," Brendan smirked.  "But..."

    "Yes, my good fellow?"

    "Don't you think you should get dressed first, my lord?"

    Travis looked down at the big penis dangling between his 
slender thighs and nodded.  "Yes, quite," he said.

    "My necklace," I said, rubbing my bare neck again.

    "What's that, Kelvin?" Brendan asked.

    "That man stole my necklace, Brendan.  Eric told me to never 
lose it."

    "Do you know where it's at, boy?"

    "But of course."

    As the older boys looked about the filthy attic, Travis took 
me to the man's bedroom.  He pulled up a floorboard and took at a 
small chest which contained my necklace and a lot of other jewel-
ry.  "Here," the boy said, handing me my necklace and a handful 
of the gems.

    "We shouldn't take his things," I said.

    "Why not?  He stole them anyway."

    We returned to the main room still naked.  Paul had found 
some dirty shorts, a t-shirt and a filthy dress shirt which he 
gave us, and we got dressed. I buttoned up my shirt and watched 
Travis's firm, skinny belly disappear under the t-shirt.

    "Where did you get that jewelry?" Brendan asked.

    "It belongs to my father, the Count," Travis replied solemn-
ly.  "That knave absconded with it when he kidnapped me."

    "Return it, Travis," Brendan instructed.  "We won't need it 
where we're going."

    Travis looked ready to argue, but he thought better of it and 
I tagged along with him as he went back into the man's room.

    "What are you doing?" I asked when the boy started putting 
the gems in his pockets.

    "Quiet," he whispered to me.  "Here, put these in your pock-
ets.  Don't tell anybody.  It's our secret."

    I knew it was wrong and that I shouldn't do it, but I was 
very attracted to the tall boy a lot and I wanted him to like me 
so I did as he told me.  I was afraid the older boys would notice 
the bulges in our pockets when we returned. If they did, they 
didn't say anything.

    We didn't pass anyone as we crawled out of the ruined slum 
building and back into the city streets.  Travis and I were still 
barefoot, which drew some stares, but the people here were used 
to seeing orphan boys, albeit a lot fewer than in Raykov.  If 
they looked at us, it was mostly because we were with Brendan and 
Curt who looked so sharp in their shiny armor and nice clothes. 
Travis and I were dirty and were so skinny, we looked underfed.  
The fact that our shirts were definitely too large for our skinny 
bodies did little to help our appearance.

    The looks became more frequent as we left the slums and moved 
into the more common streets and we were even stopped by guards 
as we entered the nicest part of town near the palace.  Brendan 
explained that he was using Travis and I as chimney sweeps for 
Sir Calvin and the guard nodded us through.  All of the buildings 
here were clean and the streets were smooth cobblestone and 
beautiful. Shining white townhouses lined either side of the 
street and trees and flowers filled a median down the center.  It 
was the most beautiful place I had seen in all my travels.

    Brendan led us to one of the townhouses and he rang the 

doorbell.  The door was answered by a smartly dressed butler 
about the same age as Charles.  I wondered if he was part of the 
front of the Keep, but Brendan greeted him as an old friend.  It 
turned out that the Keep in Labar didn't have a front, and we 
were led directly into a beautiful and ornate entryway complete 
with plush carpet and beautiful oil paintings.  It was even nicer 
than the inner Keep at Raykov.

    No sooner had the butler greeted Brendan when Travis pressed 
himself into the Keep and surveyed the accommodations with great 
discrimination.  "Yes," he nodded approvingly, looking and sound-
ing silly in his ragged clothes and bare, dirty legs and arms.  
"Yes, this will do quite nicely.  My good fellow," He said turn-
ing to the butler solemnly.  "Please see that fresh clothing is 
brought and I shall require a hot bath."

    The butler looked down at the boy then cocked an eyebrow at 
Brendan.

    "This is Sir Travis, James" Brendan winked to the older man.

    "I see, Colonel Sanders," James shrugged with a wink back.  
"Well, we shall have to see that his needs are met."

    "Brendan, Curt," a voice sounded.  I turned to see a tall, 
handsome young man strolling into the room from an opened arch-
way.  He was about twenty years old and very handsome, his muscu-
lar body pressing through the tight t-shirt he wore.  He went to 
Brendan and gave him a hug.

    "Calvin!" Brendan grinned.  "Boy am I glad to see you."

    The young man smiled and nodded knowingly then turned to me.  
"And Kelvin," he smiled, leaning over to meet my eyes.  "You 
look, uh, filthy."

    He seemed to know me, but I didn't recognize him in the 
slightest.  I felt embarrassed in my dirty rags and looked away 
blushing.  He tousled my hair and stood back up.

    "And who is this?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips 
and looking at Travis doubtfully.

    "Good fellow," Travis said, stepping forward and offering an 
overgrown, dirty hand.  "I am Sir Travis of Martel, heir to the 
Martel earldom."

    "I see," Calvin smirked, looking at Brendan quizzically.  
Brendan grinned and shrugged.  "Well, Sir Travis," Calvin said 
taking the boy's hand, "I am Sir Calvin Starr of His Majesty's 
service.  Be welcome in our home.  Is he one of us, Brendan?" he 
asked the teenager.

    "No, Cal, but that didn't stop Kelvin..."

    "Ah, I see," Calvin said smiling down at me.

    "He did it to me," I defended weakly, blushing in embarrass-
ment.  I could tell they were talking about Travis and I playing 
together.  I couldn't help it:  when a boy touched my penis, 
playing with him was all I wanted to do.

    The older boys laughed at this.  "James, they'll need food 
and a shower. Perhaps you'd better call a tailor, as well.  They 
can't be out on the streets looking like that."

    "Of course, sir," the man bowed.
  

    "Will you boys want to share a room?" he asked turning to us.

    "Trust me," Curt grinned.  "They definitely will."

    This made the older youths laugh again and I blushed bright-
er, wishing they'd stop making fun of me every time I played with 
a boy.  I couldn't help it.  They did it, too.

    "I suppose I shall be willing to allow this child to share my 
quarters," Travis said, embarrassing me by what had become a 
transparent pretense even to me.  "Do show us the way, my good 
fellow."

    "Of course, Sir Travis," James bowed politely, "...if you 
will be so kind as to return the bracelet that must have slipped 
from Sir Calvin's wrist..."

    Travis stopped, blue eyes widening, smooth face flushing 
crimson.  He started to open his mouth to protest, but instead 
held out his hand and gave the golden bracelet back to Calvin.

    "My thanks for finding it for me, Sir Travis," Calvin bowed 
and smiled.

    This little embarrassment managed to silence Travis and the 
boy didn't say anything as James led us up the stairs and down a 
hall.  He opened a door for us and we entered a large room with a 
king-sized bed.  James strolled passed us to the drawers and the 
man returned to the bed with two pairs of silk shorts and tank 
tops of the type I had grown accustomed to wearing.

    "Thank you, my good fellow," Travis said, the filthy boy's 
pretense returning now that he was out of sight of Calvin.  "That 
will be all."

    "My boy," James said, suddenly with sternness in his voice, 
"Calvin and Brendan may be willing to tolerate your behavior, but 
I will not.  If you think to dismiss me or to give me orders 
again I shall bend you over my knee and spank your bare bottom 
until you scream.  Do you understand?"

    Travis looked up at him, gauging his seriousness.  The boy 
swallowed in embarrassment and nodded.

    "I choose to leave now.  You boys will get cleaned up and 
dressed or you'll be spanked severely." With that, James turned 
smartly and left, closing the door behind him.

    "Why do you have to treat people like that?" I asked, embar-
rassed for my friend.

    "Why, he's a servant, my boy," Travis said.  "You have to 
remind them of their place."

    "He's not a servant," I sighed, wishing he'd behave normally.  
"He's a Kovz Boy.  They take turns serving in the Keeps."

    "What's a Kovz Boy?" he asked.

    "It's what we are."

    Travis looked at me a moment then shrugged.  He started 
looking around the room and I prayed that he wouldn't steal 
anything.

    I found the bathroom.  It was attached to the room and pri-
vate with a large, tiled shower.  When I returned to the bedroom, 
Travis was busy hiding his jewelry under the bed.

    "What are you doing?" I asked.

    "Here, give me those gems I loaned to you."

    "You don't need to hide them," I said as I dug in my pockets 
and gave them to him.  "Kovz Boys have no reason to steal."

    He didn't say anything to this and proceeded to hide them 
anyway.  When he had finished, he stood up and walked to the 
bathroom.  "Hey, this is ritzy," he said from inside.  He stepped 
out of it and grinned at me.  "Come here, kid," he said.

    "What for?" I asked.

    "He said we had to take a shower.  Do you want to get a 
spanking?"

    I doubted very strongly that James would spank me, but swal-
lowed and walked over to the tall boy.  He was giving me that 
look that told me he was horny and I could see the front of his 
shorts swelling as his big penis got hard again.  I didn't feel 
real horny, but I still wanted to be the boy's friend and so I 
stood there in front of him and felt him starting to unbutton my 
shirt and unveiling my little boy chest.  His hands looked so big 
and so confident and I knew that he had done this same thing with 
a lot of little boys.

    When the last button was undone, his big hands slipped inside 
and rubbed slowly down my chest and ribs, the pretty boy smiling 
at my innocence, my mouth hanging open as I breathed.  He grinned 
as his hands slid over my small shoulders and pressed the shirt 
back, soft palms slipping it down my skinny arms and letting it 
drop to the floor behind me.  He rubbed down the small mounds of 
my chest again, and down my ribs to my shorts, undoing the button 
and unzipping them.  He pulled them down my thin legs and my 
hairless boyhood was again bare and naked, laying limp and child-
like on my little testicles.  Travis didn't bother removing the 
shorts from my feet and I stepped out of them as the boy's big 
hand reached between my legs and took hold of my boyhood and 
balls.

    I panted softly as the boy rubbed his palm on my soft penis, 
making my legs feel weak and causing a warm pleasure to build 
between my legs.  I felt the now familiar hardness start to fill 
my cock and it stiffened again into a little erection that 
throbbed against the boy's hand.

    "Yeah, you like this a lot," he grinned down at me.  He kept 
his hand pressed between my legs as he reached up with the other 
and took hold of the neck to his t-shirt.  He pulled it up over 
his face and I saw his skinny, firm belly appear.  As his rib 
cage was exposed, he was forced to let my cock go to take the 
shirt off and he did this quickly, almost tearing the shirt over 
his head and throwing it aside as his sandy blond hair fell into 
his eyes.  His hand returned instantly to my erection and he 
stood bare chested, watching every expression of desire that 
touched my soft cheeks.

    I continued to pant as the boy's other hand moved to his 
shorts and unbuttoned them.  The brown head of his hard penis 
immediately pressed up through the fly, the foreskin forming a 
fleshy pillow around his shiny knob.  He rubbed my penis and 
moaned as he unzipped his fly, his soft brown penis emerging 
looking as adorable as before.  It was so slender for being so 
long, like the boy's entire body.  I thought it was beautiful in 
its young puberty.

    When his shorts were unzipped, he pressed them down enough to 

completely free his big six and a half inch cock and to reveal 
the little bush of sparse black pubic hairs just touching the 
base of his penis.  He took hold of his big erection now and 
stepped closer to me and I gasped as his big hands held our 
penises pressed against each other.  He rubbed both of them 
together which wasn't easy considering how much larger his was 
than mine.  His felt so hard and warm against my boyhood and I 
stared at his hands holding them there, comparing my childish 
penis to his young manhood.  His little pubic hairs looked pretty 
against the smooth skin that covered my boyish pubic mound.  I 
was embarrassed at how immature mine was, but Travis plainly was 
proud of his big cock.

    "That's it," he sighed happily, one of his hands holding my 
small shoulder as his other masturbated our penises against each 
other.  His foreskin felt nice against my naked penis and it was 
even nicer to feel his brown penis head slipping from it and 
rubbing against my hairless skin.  "Yeah," he breathed heavily, 
and I started to hope that he would squirt his sperm directly on 
my penis.  That would feel nice.

    He didn't, however.  To my disappointment, he let our cocks 
go and they stuck out straight and throbbing from our young 
bodies.  He still held to my shoulder as he walked beside me and 
guided me to the shower, my hairless erection glowing with eager-
ness, the little head shining in its bright purple glory.  It was 
so beautiful, a feeling Travis apparently shared for the boy 
giggled as he let my shoulder go and took hold of my boner, 
making me whimper as he pulled it after him into the bathroom.

    I stood there with my erection in his fingers as the boy 
reached in and turned on the water to the shower.  He giggled at 
my panting cries as he stood reaching in and feeling the water 
getting warmer, his hand tenderly tugging on my stiff, hairless 
wiener.  I looked up at his firm, skinny chest and could see his 
smooth underarms.  I was so glad the boy was going to play with 
my penis again.

    When he was satisfied with the water temperature, he stepped 
into the shower and pulled my penis after him.  It did hurt a 
little, but it was nice, too, my small body being guided by 
nothing but its hairless little erection.  I stepped in and felt 
the warm water on my bare feet, some of the spray bouncing off 
his hard body and sprinkling mine, feeling like a young boy's 
warm sperm.

    "Fuck, you're hard," he giggled, giving my boyhood one last 
tug before letting it go.  He took hold of my upper arms and 
guided me into the water, the warm spray splashing my hair and 
quickly dousing my body with warm caresses.  He stood grinning 
down at me as he took a bar of soap from the soap dish and 
lathered up his hands.  He giggled frequently at my innocence as 
his big, slimy hands held the bar against my bare skin and start-
ed washing me.  The dirt that covered my body was washed clean by 
the water and I stood panting as my soft skin was rubbed by his 
big hands.

    He looked so happy and he rubbed all over my chest and across 
my back, up into my armpits, down over my ribs.  I cried softly 
as his hands rubbed the bar of soap across my belly button making 
the boy giggle again.  He rubbed lower and my belly quivered with 
anticipation.  Finally, the soap rubbed down and pressed against 
my hard erection.  My skinny legs almost buckled and I had to 
grab the boy's thin arms to hold myself up.  He laughed at my 
prepubescent excitement and rubbed my penis delightedly, stroking 
my hairless testicles and up and down my little two inch penis 
until the head shined still brighter and grew even redder with 
hardness.

    Just when I thought I would have an orgasm, the boy's hand 
rubbed the soap back up my belly and I almost collapsed with 
pleasure.  "Turn around," he grinned, building more lather in his 
hands.  When I didn't move the boy took my shoulder and turned me 
around himself.  Still needing support, I pressed my elbows 
against the tiled wall and stood there whimpering as his big 
hands rubbed across my thin shoulders and back.  "That's it," he 
moaned.  "God, you're a skinny kid."

    His slimy hands rubbed up and down on my ribs before moving 
down and covering my bottom with soap.  I cried nervously as he 
started pressing the bar down the crack of my butt.  I could feel 
the corner of it pressing at my little butthole, heard the boy 
giggle as he pushed it in harder, my sphincter starting to relax 
against the slimy hardness.  I could feel it slipping partway 
inside me and it made my penis feel really excited.  I let out a 
boyish moan at the pleasure and I heard Travis giggle again.

    "Oh, you like that, huh?" he asked, pressing the bar a little 
harder into my little butthole until I moaned and whimpered 
again.  My high pitched voice echoed making it sound louder and 
prettier.  "Good," he said.

    He pulled the soap back and I felt his tall, skinny body 
moving under the spray beside mine, gently pushing me aside.  I 
stood up and turned to watch him standing beneath the spray, the 
water splashing against his hair and running down his smooth, 
tanned young body.  His big penis was still sticking out straight 
and pulsing up and down and I stared at it, panting and wondering 
if he was going to try to shove such a big thing inside me.  It 
looked thinner than the big cocks that had raped me in the or-
phanage and I hoped that he would be more gentle.  I wondered if 
he would stop if I asked him to, but didn't say anything as I 
watched him quickly soaping himself down, watched the dirt clear 
from his smooth skin.  I swallowed, embarrassed to realize that I 
wanted him to do it, that I wanted to know what it would feel 
like to have his penis sticking inside my small body.

    Travis had the biggest smile on his face as his big hands 
started soaping his long, slender erection, rubbing it rhythmi-
cally in the slimy soap until his slimy foreskin couldn't protect 
his throbbing penis head any longer. The last two inches of his 
penis were glowing red from desire and eagerness and I could see 
long, slender muscles in his thin thighs ripple as he stroked 
himself.  His immature pubic hairs were plastered to his smooth 
skin by the soap, filling me with a queasey sense of envy.  He 
let the water wash his big cock clean, holding his smooth, hair-
less testicles so they could be rinsed off, too.  When he had 
finished, he turned back to me as excited as a thirteen year old 
boy could get.

    "Turn around again," he told me.  I swallowed again, staring 
at the raging hardness of his cock, and did as the boy told me, 
reflexively putting my elbows against the tiles again and bending 
over slightly, knowing he was going to stick his cock inside my 
butthole.  "Yeah," he sighed and I quickly felt his slimy hands 
rubbing the bar of soap over my little bottom again, long fingers 
pulling the cheeks apart and probing along the hairless crack.  I 
could feel him separating my cheeks and exposing my tiny 
butthole, soon felt his soap covered finger poking at it.  It 
pressed against my tiny sphincter, gently but insistently forcing 
it open and I soon felt the stiff hardness of his finger sticking 
inside me.  I panted rapidly because it did feel very good and 
the young boy slowly pushed it farther inside.  His fingers were 
long and I felt every precious inch pushing their way inside 
until the knuckles of his other fingers were pressing against my 
bottom and my bony knees felt ready to buckle. "You like that?" 
he giggled as my high pitched moans echoed in the tiled shower.  

I didn't answer but the boy said "Yeah" again as if I had.  I 
felt him pulling his hard finger back out but he didn't complete-
ly remove it.  When just his finger tip was inside me, he rein-
serted it again and I felt it pressing its way up my tight hole.

    He pulled it back out and this time completely removed it, 
covering it with more soap as I leaned over, looking back to see 
what he was doing and seeing nothing but his frantic penis puls-
ing up and down, shiny head looking eager to penetrate my small 
body.  When his finger was really slimy again, he again pulled my 
butt cheeks apart and I felt it pressing against my butthole. It 
opened easier this time and I moaned with pleasure at the hard-
ness I felt entering me.  Despite my pleasure at his finger, 
however, I knew that it was about the same size and thickness of 
my own little erection, much smaller and thinner than the raging 
pubescent cock between Travis's skinny legs.  I wanted to cry, 
knowing that his penis was going to hurt.

    I could feel my butthole relaxing as it got accustomed to the 
finger sticking up inside it, rubbing slowly in and out as Travis 
prepared it for its ultimate penetration.  I was moaning steadily 
now, my boyish voice crying with pleasure, little boy penis 
pulsing madly, enjoying the gentle caresses inside my butt as 
much as I did.  It was getting really hard and looked small and 
pretty between my hairless little legs as it pulsed up and down, 
tiny slit gaping open as if smiling at the pleasure in my 
butthole.  It liked it a lot.  At the same time, I knew my 
butthole was being seduced into believing that a penis as thin 
and long as Travis's finger was all that was going to penetrate 
it, and I knew better that the boy was seducing it on purpose.  
My butthole felt happy and eager to admit Travis now and, when 
the big knob of his penis started poking at it, it would only 
naturally open up and let him in.  I thought that I could prob-
ably stop it if I wanted to, but I didn't want to.  I was as 
eager as my butt was for his young penis.

    Travis pulled his finger out again and I felt my nervousness 
grow greater as I heard him turning the shower off.  "There we 
go," he giggled.  I looked over my shoulder again and saw the boy 
grab his big penis with both hands, soap bubbles forming a thick 
lather as he worked the bar up and down his six and a half inch 
erection.  His legs moved back and forth with pleasure and it 
looked like he was going to just stand there and masturbate 
himself all the way to orgasm, but he finally stopped rubbing it, 
gasping loudly.  His skinny legs looked weak as the boy put the 
soap aside and put one of his hands on my bottom.  He pulled the 
cheek apart (not an easy task considering how slimy his hands 
were) and held his big cock pointed at my tiny hole, grinning, 
breath hissing through his teeth as he moved his penis head 
between my legs.

    I turned back to the front, crying softly, closing my eyes 
and gritting my teeth against the pain I knew was coming.  I felt 
his smooth penis head press against the sensitive orifice to my 
little butt, and could tell the boy was trying to force my 
sphincter open.  He was very insistent, but my butthole was so 
little it couldn't open for him at first, no matter how much his 
finger had seduced it.

    "It's too big," I whimpered, feeling his cock pushing my hips 
forward.

    "No it isn't," the older boy gasped.  "Lean over farther."

    His big hands grabbed my hips and he pulled them back, my 
skinny little legs moving quickly to keep from getting pulled out 
from under me.  My arms reached out and my hands pressed against 
the tile, leaning over so far now that I would have fallen if my 

skinny arms didn't support me.  I could feel my bottom spreading 
open now and knew that my little sphincter was there for the boy 
to see.

    I was crying softly as the boy again spread the cheeks apart 
and guided his throbbing penis head up against my little 
butthole.  He made crying noises too as his young hips tried to 
shove his big penis passed my innocent butthole. I could feel the 
pressure against my butt growing greater and whimpered louder, my 
high-pitched voice echoing between the tiles.  It started to hurt 
as I felt his penis head pushing harder and harder, my little 
sphincter starting to weaken despite its best efforts.  Ever so 
slowly my hole started to open and ever so slowly the thirteen 
year old boy buried his penis head inside of me.

    We were both crying as I felt my butt squeezing hold of the 
hard knob of his cock.  "God, it's so tight," Travis cried, 
sounding like it hurt him worse than it did me.  Once the head 
was inside, his penis grew skinnier along the shaft and it didn't 
hurt me very badly.  My butt seemed to have more room once the 
boy's penis head got past my sphincter.  I wished I could see the 
throbbing length of his penis shaft sticking straight out from 
his sparse bush of young boy hairs into my tight butt hole, but 
that was impossible.

    Travis cried loudly as he shoved harder on his penis, forcing 
it to shove farther up my little bottom.  I couldn't help but cry 
louder with him, his cock feeling so big as it abused my little 
butt, forcing my young body to let it inside me, to please the 
pubescent boy with its innocence.  His big, slimy hands took hold 
of my naked hips and held them tightly, using them as leverage so 
he could shove more of his penis inside me.  He was crying so 
loudly, his soprano voice, like mine, echoing loudly between the 
shower walls.  I could feel his penis sliding in farther and 
farther and it seemed like it would never stop. Tears spilled 
down my cheeks as I stood there impaled by the boy's big penis, 
the young thing feeling bigger and harder than I ever thought 
possible.  Still he forced it inside of me until it seemed to be 
more than a foot of rock hard boy cock shoved up my butt.

    "It hurts, Travis," my childish cries echoed, wondering if it 
would ever be all the way in or if Travis cared at all about how 
I felt.  I could feel my insides being pressed against each other 
as they were joined by the hard, foreign thing probing inside 
with them.  His penis head seemed to have hit some sensitive part 
deep inside my little penis and I felt a rush of pleasure that 
made me cry out still louder, pain and pleasure mixing together, 
my little erection filling with joy as if ready to squirt in 
excitement.

    Travis was crying too and our childish boy screams echoed in 
the shower until the boy suddenly leaned forward, his small, 
skinny chest laying down on my back.  "It's all the way in," he 
cried.  I felt his long skinny arms wrapping around my chest and 
hugging my rib cage so tightly that I had still greater difficul-
ty breathing.  Crying softly, the boy slid his hand down my belly 
and found my little penis, instantly coating it with soap and 
making it slimy.  I moaned my approval but I was still crying and 
it probably didn't sound as pleasant as it felt.  My penis had 
become intensely sensitive with the boy's big cock up my little 
ass and I cried with wonderful delight as he fondled it.

    I was so glad that Travis didn't even try to fuck my butt.  
He just lay there on my back, his penis buried up inside me all 
the way to his little pubic hairs without moving.  This seemed to 
be sufficient for the growing tightness in his skinny body made 
it pretty evident that he was getting close to an orgasm anyway.


    His fingers were rubbing my penis as if they couldn't feel 
enough of it and it felt wonderful.  He even rubbed soap over my 
tiny penis head, which was the most sensitive part of my boyhood 
and which quickly sent waves of intense pleasure through my 
penis.  We were both moaning loudly now, Travis's smooth cheek 
laying on my shoulder blade and rubbing softly across it as his 
penis filled with pleasure.  My penis felt so little in his big 
hand but it felt so good it seemed to be three times bigger.  I 
looked down at it through my tear filled eyes, watched his hands 
rubbing the hairless white flesh and shiny purple head.

    "Oh, God, Kely!" Travis cried out loudly.  "Oh, little Kely." 
I felt his body shoving his penis harder into me, felt it pushing 
against the inside of my penis, felt pleasure shoot through my 
little erection and small body.  "Oh!" he cried as his hips 
suddenly bucked his entire body against my butt with so much 
power I almost fell.  "Oh!" he cried again, with another hard 
jerk of his hips.  Each time he jerked, his penis head hit my 
erection deep in my body and this was so frantic that my boyhood 
couldn't hold on any longer.  Orgasm raced into it with furious 
intensity and I cried in excited moans as his fingers caressed 
the slimy white skin.

    Deep inside of me I could just feel the warm slime of his 
sperm squirting in my body, felt his long, slender penis flexing 
as it ejaculated his young seed into my butt.  Our skinny bodies 
were barely able to stay standing as our legs thrust and jerked 
our bodies like frantic dogs in heat, his pressing his penis into 
my butt, mine tightening around the hardness of his cock like a 
vice grip.  In rhythmic waves of passion and rhythmic cries of 
released, boyish orgasms, we jerked and jerked together, Travis 
squirting his young semen inside me while my little erection just 
flexed with the effort.

    It was so intense that for a long time after it was over I 
didn't realize it was over.  It was as if the pleasure was con-
tinuing while that big cock was up my butt.  Travis's penis had 
finished unloading his sperm, however, and, having done its duty, 
the pretty young thing was beginning to soften inside me.  The 
boy was too spent from orgasm to remove it, though, and he lay 
there with his skinny little chest heaving on my back, long 
fingers still caressing my hairless, little erection in the soap, 
long, skinny arm still holding tightly to my rhythmically swell-
ing little body.

    The shower was filled with our frantic gasps and neither of 
us tried to move for long minutes after it was all over.  My arms 
ached from supporting both our weights, but I didn't feel like I 
had enough energy to move.  I adored the feel of the naked, 
skinny boy on top of me and the feeling of his young penis, soft 
now, buried in my body was wonderful though I still whimpered 
from the strange, pleasant ache it caused.

    Still gasping, Travis slowly let go of my penis and his arm 
relaxed its tight hold on my skinny chest.  I stood motionless as 
he stood up and I listened to the boy crying softly as he pulled 
back on his hips.  His limp, rubbery penis slid slowly out of my 
tight body, stretched out as if my butt didn't want to let it go.  
It felt like I was going to the bathroom and my bottom felt oddly 
lonely when the last of his beautiful penis slipped out and fell 
between the boy's skinny thighs totally exhausted.

    The tall, skinny boy fell back against one wall of the shower 
gasping heavily and I stood and fell back against the other.  He 
was staring at me with wonder and adoration as I stared at the 
long, limp cock that had been shoved up my butt.  It was still 
slimy with soap, soap that still plastered his little pubic hairs 
to his smooth skin, and little droplets of boy juice dripped from 

the fleshy end of his foreskin.  I don't know if it was the sight 
of his smooth, skinny body, his big pubescent penis, his little 
bush of pubic hair or what, but my little boyhood still stood 
proudly at attention, still pulsing up and down in a slimy coat-
ing of soap.

    "Come here, Kelvin," the tall boy said, and I awkwardly 
managed to walk over to him.  He took me in his long, clumsy arms 
and pulled my small body against his chest, his limp cock and 
little boy hairs pressing against my stiff little erection.  He 
held me in his arms, big hands rubbing across my thin shoulder 
blades, and I knew that he loved me as much as the other boys 
had.  It was as if all the boys I played with fell hopelessly in 
love with me.  I liked that.

    When we were both strong enough, Travis turned the water back 
on and we continued our shower.  He took great joy in washing my 
entire body, taking particular pains to gently clean my sensitive 
butt hole and seeming to return to my penis often enough to keep 
my innocent, hairless little erection as hard as he could.  I 
felt so happy that even the violation of my butt didn't hurt much 
at all.  Soon, we were both squeaky clean and we stepped out into 
the bathroom naked and dripping.  Travis delighted in drying me 
off, kissing my bare skin frequently, as if he couldn't help 
himself.  When he started kissing my penis, I wasn't at all 
surprised and I let him kiss and lick it for a long time, until 
it was covered with his saliva.  My knees felt like rubber and it 
was getting harder and harder for me to stand up.

    Finally, the boy's long arms wrapped around my little should-
ers and chest and he guided me back to the bedroom.  My skinny 
little legs were buckling with almost every step but I managed to 
get them to straighten out again and awkwardly managed to reach 
the bed.  The weakness of my naked little body seemed to delight 
Travis and he helped me lay down, his tall, skinny body joining 
me. We hugged and rubbed our bodies together a lot, Travis feel-
ing my body all over again, fondling my boyhood as if for the 
first time.  When he was ready, he lay me out on the bed and 
devoured my little erection in his mouth, sucking and licking it 
until I squirmed and moaned, finally jerking in orgasm.  After 
that, we hugged and experimented with our bodies some more.  We 
had all but forgotten about dinner in the pleasure and love of 
our young bodies.

    We got dressed just in time for there was a knock on the door 
and James came in with a mousy little man who wanted to measure 
us for new clothes. Although my legs still felt weak, I managed 
to get around with only a little awkwardness.

    "These are the boys in questions," James introduced us.  
"This is Master Travis, and this is Master Kelvin." The middle 
aged man looked Travis and I up dissaprovingly, and we giggled to 
each other without regard to his obvious displeasure.  We were 
both wearing nothing more than panties.  Travis's cock was making 
a big bulge in his and my little penis had an erection again, one 
that was pretty easy to see through the tight silk.

    "They're both very skinny," the mousy man said dissaproving-
ly, putting his measuring instruments on the drawers and pulling 
out a measuring tape.  The way he moved made it look like he was 
going to use it as a weapon against us, a thought that made 
Travis and I giggle some more.

    "Is that a problem?" James asked, a little on the haughty 
side.

    "Well, everything will have to be made from scratch," the 
tailor said. "It will cost extra."

    "I believe Sir Calvin is good for it," James said, with a 
subtle but snide drawl that told us all that the man had no 
position to question our size. In fact, we learned later, the 
man's problem was that he knew what we did in the Keep.  The 
thought that Travis and I played with each other, magnified by 
the older boy's big penis bulge and my stiff little erection, 
just sent willies all over him.  He was probably jealous.

    "I'll measure the bigger one first..." the tailor said, his 
eyes widening and his face growing red as he said it.  He looked 
so ashamed at his comment that Travis and I giggled delightedly.

    The measurements went fine except when he measured our in-
seams. Travis's legs were so long and the man so unaccustomed to 
measuring pubescent boys, that the man's hand rather frequently 
and seductively touched the big mound in the twelve year old's 
panties.  When the boy got an erection, he was intensely proud of 
it (it did swell out the front of his panties quite prominently) 
and seemed to be poking it outward in display.  The tailor was 
thoroughly flustered.

    It was little better when he got to me.  I still had an 
obvious little boner, of course, and the tailor took so much 
effort to avoid touching it that Travis and I giggled most impo-
litely; even James was smiling a little despite himself.

    By the time he was finished, he was so agitated that his 
hands were shaking as he returned the measuring tape to his bag.  
Travis and I just giggled at each other, our young penises throb-
bing in our tight undies.

    "Very well," the tailor said.  "You may inform Sir Calvin 
that the complete wardrobes for both boys will be furnished 
tomorrow morning per our agreement."

    "I'm sure he will be pleased," James suppressed a smile that 
Travis and I took as approval.

    "Excuse me, sir," Travis said walking up to the tailor.

    "Yes," the man said, turning impatiently.  "What is it?"

    "Have you ever seen a twelve year old boy naked?" my young 
friend asked, instantly pulling his panties down to his knees and 
nakedly displaying his throbbing, six and a half inch erection 
for the nervous man.

    The man looked down at the excited boy's cock and his eyes 
widened in shock.  He tried to look disgusted and angry, but even 
I noticed that he looked at it and the little bush of sparse 
little boy hairs for longer than a passing moment.  After that 
moment, he wheeled and was followed out of the room by James.

    Travis and I contorted in laughter, though I, personally, 
felt more than a little ashamed by the older boy's naked bravado.  
Still, his erection had been inside my body, he and I had shared 
our penises with each other.  I didn't much care what the tailor 
thought beyond that.  Well, that and the fear that what had 
happened to us in Raykov would happen in Labar.

    Despite our frantic little boners, Travis and I got dressed 
with giggling jokes about the tailor.  We didn't play with each 
other, though I would have been more than eager to.  Instead, we 
went downstairs and found the other boys waiting for us on the 
back patio.

    The townhouse that was the Keep, had a high fence surrounding 
the back yard, with a large patio and swimming pool just outside 

the door.  Tall buildings surrounded our little courtyard, easy 
for the neighbors to look in on us, and I preferred the rooftop
accommodations in Raykov.  There was a glass table with a half 
dozen chairs around it, Calvin, Paul, Brendan and Curt already 
sitting and waiting for us.

    "Gees, I didn't know they were thieves until the boys started 
stealing stuff," Paul was explaining, making the others laugh.

    "Don't trust any kids in the Fourth Quarter," Calvin smiled.

    "And here are the boys now," Brendan smiled at us.

    We had changed into gym shorts and were a little bashful 
about our bare, skinny little chests, but cruised up to our seats 
and joined them, sitting side by side.  Travis tried to put on 
his airs, but every time he started he'd look at me and start 
giggling.  We were both being silly and loved every second of it.  
He was a wonderful boy.

    James served us a big meal of ham, eggs and fresh fruits and 
we ate ravenously listening to Brendan recap the story of the 
fight at the bar and Paul talking about his escapades with the 
boys from the attic.  Travis even told his story, about how 
McGyver employed boys to steal for him and even more frankly 
about the sex pot the attic was whenever the man was away.  I 
could guess this by the boy's forwardness but it was odd hearing 
him talk about all the sex the boys did there, how they hid it 
from the man, all told with only a slight blush and more than an 
occasional boyish giggle.  It was plain that Travis liked having 
sex with other boys a lot and he wasn't terribly shy about tell-
ing the other boys.  I just sat blushing crimson, wishing he 
weren't so honest and discriptive.

    "Well, it's nice to have a boy who understands this stuff, 
Travis," Calvin said after the dishes were removed.  "But it's 
extremely important that no one else knows about this."

    "I know," Travis said.  "That's why we never let the old fart 
know."

    "It's even more important now, Travis," Brendan said.  "We 
have some important business to take care of in Labar and we 
think you could help us out. We, uh, we're hoping that you can 
get into the Labar School with Kely."

    "The Labar School?" the boy said.  "They're sissies.  I don't 
even like school."

    The older boys quickly told my friend their plan.  Apparently 
they were planning to use him the same way they had planned to 
use Lance before him:  as a watchdog over me and to help me 
locate Tod.  Travis didn't seem to care for it much.  Calvin 
switched his arguments and started talking about how there were 
nothing but boys in the school, how the boys probably had to 
shower together, how difficult it must be for the young kids 
going through puberty, what with being horny and having to hide 
it from the teachers.  Travis was soon shrugging his tanned, bare 
shoulders and it was obvious that he was going to go along.  He 
had a distant look on his face as if he were imagining all those 
boys.

    It was then that I learned the full scope of the plan and was 
even more frightened when they told me that it was going to go 
into effect the next day. Travis and I would then be taken as 
Calvin's nephews to the Labar School for Young Gentlemen.  We 
would take a test there and be placed in the appropriate grade 
level.  Once inside, I had to find Prince Tod.  There was a 

picture of him and they showed it to me causing me to blush in 
embarrassment just looking at how cute he was.  It was only a 
portrait, but he was, without doubt, the most beautiful boy I had 
ever seen.  The problem was that Tod was older than me and would 
probably be in a higher grade.  That was where Travis could help 
in locating him.

    They assured me that Tod would be willing to do almost wha-
tever I asked him to, but that he still wouldn't remember who he 
or I was.  I had to find a way to get Tod out of the school with 
only me, that with a boy who hadn't left the school without his 
guardians or an escort in four years.

    "What if he won't go with me?" I asked.

    "He will," Calvin nodded knowingly.  "Tod is a Kovz Boy and 
he'll be one wherever he ends up.  He may be a sweet schoolboy 
right now, but in his soul he's a Kovz Boy.  Once he sees you, 
he'll be unable to keep away from you. That's where we have the 
edge."

    I shrugged and blushed with embarrassment, sensing what they 
meant. Still, the thought of makin glove to a boy that pretty was 
an intensely attractive thought.

    "You have to remember though, Kely," Brendan added.  "Whatev-
er his soul may be, Tod is a very normal boy right now.  He's 
thirteen years old.  All he remembers is what he's learned since 
he came here."

    "Right," Calvin picked up.  "See, after the Holocaust..."

    "What's the ho.. ho..." I tried to say.

    "The Holocaust," Calvin completed.  "Well, about two years 
ago, the Old Ones managed to break through to Kovzland.  They 
killed everyone, including the Royal Family.  In the years since 
then we've been trying to locate everyone but it's been diffi-
cult.  That's why we have to strike now while we know where Tod 
is.  Once we can get him back to Kovzland with the other princes, 
we'll be able to collect the other boys much faster.  Do you 
understand?"

    "I think so," I said slowly, thoroughly confused.

    "Look, Kely," Calvin smiled, seeing that I was confused.  
"Two thousand years ago, eleven men came from another planet and 
we were made the rulers of it by God.  I was one of those eleven 
and so were you."

    "Eric, Rick and David were, too," Curt cut in.

    "'The Guardians,'" I said.

    "That's right," Calvin smiled approvingly.  "Now, we tried to 
rule this world as perfectly as we could, but some other people 
had different ideas and they were just as powerful as we were.  
They are the Old Ones.  God brought them here, too, and said that 
we had to rule Destinial together.  The problem was that the Old 
Ones didn't like Kovz Boys, they hated us and they refused to 
work with us.  They tried to destroy us and they almost succeed-
ed.

    "Before the Holocaust, we were safe in Kovzland with every-
thing just as we wanted it to be.  There were ten Guardians (us) 
and the Royal Family:  ten boys who passed all the laws and 
rules.  Two years ago, the Old Ones managed to get into Kovzland 
and they killed all the boys, all but three of the Guardians 

because we weren't in the city.  That may or may not be how they 
succeeded in destroying it, we don't know.  Anyway, the Kovz Boys 
who were killed were reborn at random locations on Destinial as 
prepubescent boys.  Normally, they would have been reborn at the 
Kovz Temple, but the Old Ones destroyed it so the boys went all 
over the place.  Not only did we not know where they might have 
appeared, but their deaths also kept them from remembering any-
thing at all about Kovzland.  Now you see what happened to you 
and why you don't remember anything before a few weeks ago.

    "You were out searching for the Royal Family and the Old Ones 
must have found you.  They killed you in body, but you were 
reborn in Tarsec, I'd say about eleven years old, and not remem-
bering who you were or what you were doing. I understand you've 
been disturbed about Eric's death, but let me tell you now: he's 
out there somewhere, ten or eleven years old, just as lost and 
confused as you have been."

    I wasn't a great deal less confused by his speech, but I 
understood the salient points.  Most importantly was the idea 
that I wasn't a boy at all, just a man temporarily in a child's 
body.  Not only that, but I was apparently a very powerful man.  
The notion of it appealed to my boyish discomfort as it does all 
boys.

    "Now we have one of the princes located and, as Brendan says, 
you have to keep in mind who he is now.  He appeared here after 
the Holocaust and was only three years old.  He was lucky:  he 
was adopted by a very wealthy family who live out in the valley.  
They're an elderly couple, very nice actually (I've been to 
dinner there a few times) and when their adopted son was old 
enough, they sent him to the Labar School for Young Gentlemen, a 
boarding school but one of the best of its kind anywhere.  Tod's 
a sweet boy, very bright and very shy. We suspect that he... 
well, never mind.  The thing is that you're the only one of us 
young enough to get into the school and go get him.  He never 
leaves the school grounds alone, has body guards with him whenev-
er we have a chance to steal him, and the school is too protected 
to go in and get him without arousing the Old Ones' curiosity.  
That's why we're sending you in.  All you have to do is find him 
and talk him into leaving the school alone with you.  We'll be 
watching and waiting to grab him."

    "You want to kidnap him?" I asked, shocked that they would be 
so cruel.

    "It sounds like that, Kely, but you must understand:  Tod 
needs us. Without us, he'll die one day, plain and simple, and 
we'll have to try and find him again.  The Old Ones are looking 
for him too.  They know that they can't just kill us.  Next time 
they'll lock him in a prison for all of time.  He may not want to 
go with us, but he has to.  Once we can get him to Kovzland, he 
can go through the melding and will remember everything, just as 
you will when we have time for you to go there."

    I sighed, confused but boyishly determined not to let them 
think I was stupid.  I didn't believe any of it, really, but I 
wanted to so I tried.  "Hey," I said suddenly realizing someth-
ing.  "What's to stop the Old Ones from attacking Kovzland 
again?"

    Calvin's eyebrows raised, apparently impressed that I'd 
thought of that. "Well, mostly we're ready for them now.  But 
also we hope we've found a defense against them.  You see, Kovz 
Boys, the real ones, give off a very strong signal psychically.  
The Guardians give off the strongest and the Royal Family isn't 
far behind.  We've always had a lot of non-Kovz Boys in the city.  
We buy slave boys, adopt orphans, etc.  Now we're going to make 

sure that half the city is made up of these types of boys.  They 
stay children like real Kovz Boys, but when they die, they actu-
ally die and we can't bring them back.  Their presence will make 
Kovzland nicer and will diffuse the intensity of the Kovz Boy 
signals. We also plan to confuse them by having a new king who 
isn't a real Kovz Boy, but a transplant.  Furthermore, he'll be 
uncircumcised:  the Old Ones truly believe that all Kovz Boys are 
circumcised.  That isn't true."

    "Erin," I whispered, suddenly putting some pieces together.

    "That's right," Calvin smiled again.  "Erin is going to be 
the next king of Kovzland and Jonathan is going to be the next 
High Priest of Kovzland.  We're hoping that will change things 
just enough that they won't be able to attack us. That and, in 
the future, we'll make sure that at least three guardians are in 
the city at all times."

    I was more than a little confused.  It all seemed terribly 
complicated. I didn't understand the difference between a 'real' 
Kovz Boy and normal boys and it also seemed to me that one of the 
original member of our group was missing: Calvin had said eleven 
men had come to the world, but there were only ten guardians.  
What had happened to the eleventh?  Rather than think about it, 
however, I made a silent agreement with myself to focus on imme-
diate things and let the bigger ones wait for later.  I had to 
meet this adorable boy named Tod and had to talk him into leaving 
the school with me.  I didn't know how I was going to do that, 
but I was ready to try.  Later I would try and figure out what it 
was all about and just who I was.

    "What am I supposed to do?" Travis asked as if he understood 
it all already.

    "You just keep an eye on Kely," Brendan smiled.

    "What about after that?"

    "After that, you come along with us.  You won't have any 
problems after that, Travis."

    Travis seemed confused by this but accepted it with a shrug.  
There was a long pause as we all sat sorting out our own 
thoughts.  Curt suddenly laughed. "How 'bout an orgy tonight?" he 
asked.