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

    Eric and I were awakened early one morning, Mama shaking our 
bare shoulders and urging us to consciousness.  We weren't naked, 
but we were both wearing only our underwear and reflexively 
pulled the blankets up to our necks. I could feel the soft warmth 
of Eric's skinny body against my arm and rubbed it absently.

    "What is it, Mama?" Eric asked still half asleep.

    "You boys gotta get dressed right away.  Some men are here 
who want to see you."

    "Why?"

    "There's trouble, dear.  They've searched all over town for 
young Erin Rogers and they haven't been able to find him.  No 
one's seen him for weeks and now they think he deliberately ran
away from his bride to be to avoid the wedding.  They're talking 
to all the boys in town."

    If Mama had been suspicious of us, the guilty glances we shot 
at each other would have unveiled us both, but she had already 
turned to the dresser and opened it searching for some clothes 
for us.  "Talking about Boylovers again, they are.  Even called 
for an Old One to come."

    "We don't know anything, Mama," Eric said.

    "I know you don't, dear, but you're gonna have to talk to 
them all the same.  Here now." She returned to the bed carrying 
two sets of overalls.  She set them down at our feet and started 
toward the door.  "You boys hurry and get dressed and scurry down 
stairs.  Lord, but they're in no mood to be waiting for you."

    We lay in bed for a moment without speaking.  We had no cause 
to feel guilty, at least none we were aware of, but we knew; we'd 
seen Erin leave with the Boylover.  Erin pulled his half naked 
body from the bed and grabbed one set of overalls.

    "What are we going to do, Eric?" I whined nervously.

    "Nothing," he said stepping into the legs and pulling them up 
his body. "Just don't tell them anything.  They don't know we if 
we saw anything that night or not." He pulled the straps of the 
overalls over his shoulders and his soft brown chest pressed 
gently out at the front panel.  I crawled out of the bed and did 
as he had done, slipping into the overalls and putting them on 
without a shirt underneath.  Eric looked so cute with his smooth 
skin partially covered, but I was too frightened to spend much 
time appreciating him.  As soon as I had the straps over my thin 
shoulders and had sat down to roll the taller boy's pant legs 
from my feet, Eric was urging me out the door.

    We walked nervously down the stairs, me holding to the belt 
loop of the older boy's pants and pressing my cheek against the 
smooth warmth of the bare part of his back between the straps of 
the overalls.  I couldn't see where we were going as I followed 
the young boy, but could feel his slender body tighten and could 
imagine the faces on the men below us.

    "Ah, here they are now." It was Master Thorne's voice and it 
sounded oddly comforting and reassuring.  "Step out here, boy," 
he told me as we came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.  I 
could feel his hand grasp my little shoulder and his fingers in 
the small, hairless crotch of my armpit as he pulled me from the 

shield of Eric's soft body.  There were a half dozen men standing 
there and they looked both of us up and down.

    "This that Kovz Boy from the orphanage?" one of them asked.

    "Yes," Master Thorne said.  "He's Eric's boy."

    "Mighty pretty boy for an orphan," one of the other men said.

    The first man came over to me and stroked my blond hair 
causing me to blush and look down.  Slowly his fingers rubbed 
down my face and across the bare skin of my shoulder.  "Softest 
boy I ever felt," he said.

    "Now, see here, gentlemen," Master Thorne said.  "You're 
allowed to ask the boys questions, but don't start coming here 
making accusations."

    "No one made no accusations, Master Thorne," the second man 
replied.

    "Didn't they?  That's Eric's boy.  I brought him here for 
Eric to play with.  I won't have him insulted in front of my son.  
Do you think I'd let him play with Eric if I hadn't checked him 
out fully?"

    "You might, John," the first man said, "if he put a spell on 
you..."

    "That's nonsense."

    "Is it?  Have you played with him yourself, John?"

    "With a boy?  Are you crazy?"

    "Mighty pretty boy, John.  I think we all feel a little...  
excited by him.  Hmm?"

    "You're forgetting who owns 50% of this operation, Garver," 
Master Thorne said, his voice heavy with implied threat.  "Care-
ful who you're accusing of being a Boylover."

    "I never accused you of being a Boylover, John," the man 
retreated. "They say that Erin Rogers was taken by Boylovers and 
here you just happen to have a Kovz Boy in your house.  Everyone 
knows Kovz Boys were created by Boylovers for their evil pleas-
ure.  Don't you think that's an awful big coincidence?  You can't 
be blamed if the boy enchanted you, made you think he was just a 
cute little tyke for your son to play with, made you do things 
with him..."

    "That'll be enough, Garver," Master Thorne ordered.  "And 
that goes for the rest of you, too.  I'm a warrior just the same 
as you and I haven't played with a boy since I was thirteen.  
It's true this child is a Kovz Boy, but I'm far from the first 
Dairean to buy one for my son to play with.  Every one of you 
would if you could afford it.  He doesn't know anything about 
Erin's abduction and I won't have any more accusations made about 
that.  Now, if you have questions to ask, then ask them.  Other-
wise I will thank you to leave."

    The men seemed quelled by his implied threats.  "I think 
John's status in our organization is such that we needn't ques-
tion his ability to judge a boy's intent," Garver said for all of 
them, though he didn't sound very sincere and certainly didn't 
look at me with any more gentleness.  "Were you involved with 
your brothers who stole Erin Rogers last night?" he asked, his 
whiskered chin and cheeks suddenly turning on me.

    I looked up at him in fear and terror, ready to cry.  
"Please, sir," I said, "I don't even know what a Boylover is."

    "You're witches," another of the men said.  "Boys who never 
grow up and come and try and take our boys away from us." He 
seemed so angry that I found myself cowering closer to Eric's 
gentle warmth again.

    "Make them do unnatural things with each other," another 
added as if quoting a litany.

    "Stop it," Eric's boyish voice said suddenly.  "You're scar-
ing him."

    "Were you at the Boy's Club the night Erin Rogers disap-
peared, Eric?" Garver asked him.

    "Yes, sir," Eric replied.

    "Was the boy with you?"

    I could feel Eric's long skinny arm holding me closer and I 
melted closer against him, the smooth skin covering his rib cage 
rubbing across my cheek.  "Yes," Eric answered truthfully, a note 
of definace in his voice.

    "Did you see Erin Rogers there?"

    "We're not supposed to tell men what happens at the Boy's 
Club," Eric said, sounding surprisingly tough for a boy so shy.

    "We aren't asking what happened," Garver persisted.  "We're 
just asking if Erin Rogers was there or not."

    Eric paused a long moment.  "Yeah, he was there... for a 
while."

    "Did you see him leave?"

    Eric shook his head.

    "Was that man, Jonathan Quade there?" the second man asked.

    Eric shrugged.  "There were a lot of boys there that night."

    "Were there any boys there that you didn't know?  Boys who 
weren't from the village?"

    Eric smiled and blushed, his arm slipping about my thin 
shoulders tenderly.  "We were in a back room all night," he said.  
The men all looked at me again and I could almost see them imag-
ining Eric and I playing with each other.

    "Are you satisfied?" Master Thorne asked the men.

    Garver nodded.  "For now," he said.  "But the Old One may 
want to talk to them later."

    "They'll be here when the Old One arrives," Master Thorne 
said.

    He ushered the group of men to the front door and closed it 
behind him. With a heavy sigh, he turned and looked at us.  "This 
is serious, Eric," he said.  "If you know anything about this, 
you'd better tell me before the Old One gets here or there'll be 
the gods to pay."

    "We don't know anything, Pa.  Honest."

    "Alright.  But you boys better stay around the yard today.  I 
don't want any more trouble with the Warriors.  Mr. Howard is 
bringing his boy around in a little while and he wants you and 
Kelvin to adopt him.  You do a good job with him, you hear?"

    "Yes, Pa," Eric answered.

    Eric and I were both too nervous to eat much for breakfast, 
but Mama insisted and we finally allowed her to feed us.  As we 
sat there, Eric seemed to sense how frightened I was and he 
smiled reassuringly at me.  One of his soft, boyish hands pressed 
gently against the side of my chest where the overalls didn't 
cover and I felt him slowly caressing me there, slowly moving his 
hand up into my small, hairless armpit.  I smiled bashfully and 
he slid his palm across my skinny shoulder blades.  "It'll be 
alright," he said.

    Despite all the suspicions and investigations going on in 
town, Master Thorne had already arranged for Eric and I to play 
with some man's child.  I didn't know the boy, but Eric did and 
said that it would be fun.  He was only ten years old and it 
would be his first time.  I was very nervous about the Holy 
Warriors, but I did want to play with a little boy again and my 
spirits improved wondering what he would be like.

    The man brought the boy shortly after Eric and I had finished 
eating. We were giggling and playing together in the living room, 
both of us obviously more excited about playing with a little boy 
than we were nervous about the Holy Warriors.  Mr. Howard and 
Thorne apparently knew each other pretty well and they seemed to 
be friends, both laughing about something as they came into the 
living room.  Eric and I both looked at the small boy with de-
lighted smiles on our faces.  He was wearing a black t-shirt and 
multi-colored shorts that ended at his knees.  He was holding a 
basketball face and had a happy smile on his face as he looked at 
us.  Just by looking at him, I could tell he didn't have the 
slightest idea why his father had brought him here.

    "You know Eric, of course," Master Thorne gestured at the 
pubescent boy. "And that's Kelvin."

    "Yes, I've seen him in church." He was smiling at me delight-
edly, obviously quite willing if not eager for me to play with 
his ten year old son. The look in his eyes was much different 
than Mr.  Wellesley's had been when he had to give up Robin.  
"Niel," he said, gently pressing on the small boy's back and 
pressing him toward us.  "Say hello to the boys."

    "Hi," he smiled sweetly, perhaps a little bashful, but not 
much so.  "Do you want to play basketball?" he asked.

    Thorne and Howard started laughing.  "No, Niel," Howard 
explained to his son.  "Eric and Kelvin are going to teach you a 
different game, okay?"

    The boy looked a little confused byt shrugged his shoulders a 
little. "Okay."

    "Where are they going to do it, John?" the man asked Thorne.

    "They've been sleeping in Eric's room.  We can hear them from 
the hall."

    "Great.  Well, let's get it going."

    "Where are we going, Dad?" the boy asked as his father turned 
him back toward the door.


    "Just up to their room so you can play," the man grinned, 
holding the boy's small shoulders and guiding him out the room 
and toward the stairs.

    Thorne motioned for Eric and I to come and we followed him 
after the father and son.  We blushed a little, but smiled at 
each other, too.  Niel was going to be a lot of fun.

    "Are we going to play cards, Dad?" the boy asked as his 
father led him up the stairs.

    "No, Niel," Howard laughed at his son's innocence, Thorne 
sharing in the humor.

    "What are we going to play?" the boy continued.

    "You just do whatever Eric and Kelvin tell you to do, okay?"

    "Why?"

    "Because if you don't, you'll get a beating.  You stay in 
there until they're finished."

    The boy hesitated, apparently a little nervous about the 
beating. "Finished what?"

    "Niel!"

    "Okay, okay," the boy finally sighed.

    Howard led the child into Eric's room as Thorne went to get 
them chairs. Eric and I walked in and bashfully stood there in 
our overalls as Howard grinned at us.  "Make it really good, 
Eric," he instructed.  "I want to hear him, okay?"

    Eric blushed and shrugged his shoulders slightly.  He could-
n't very well promise that the boy would squeal when he had an 
orgasm since some little boys didn't make any noise their first 
time.

    "You do it," the man ordered when he saw Eric's uncertainty.  
"If you have to play with it all afternoon before he does it, you 
make sure he makes noise.  I don't care if you have to rape him."

    Eric didn't respond to this at all.  Niel looked awfully 
young.  Still, if we could spend a couple of hours exciting his 
boyhood, he'd probably be pretty astonished.  If nothing else, we 
could rape him and the boy would squeal in fear if nothing else.  
I swallowed nervously and hoped he was one of those boys who just 
liked to make a lot of noise.

    Thorne soon had a small table and two chairs set up in the 
hallway outside the door and he and Howard sat down drinking 
beers.

    "What are you doing, Dad?" the small boy asked from the 
doorway.

    "You just go in there and do as your told," the man ordered 
the child.

    "Come on, Niel," Eric said, softly taking hold of the boy's 
small hand, pulling him into the room and closing the door.  I 
knew well that the doors and walls in Eric's room were delib-
erately left thin enough to hear what was going on inside.  Men 
made rooms like this for their pubescent sons so they could make 
sure they were doing it often enough.  If Niel made any noise at 
all, the men were likely to hear it.

    I had gotten used to this and it didn't embarrass me anymore 
when I moaned and cried in orgasm.  It felt nicer when I moaned 
and I knew I wouldn't get in any trouble.

    "Here," Eric said taking the basketball from the little boy.  
"Let me have the ball."

    Niel's cute, boyish face looked nervously back and forth 
between me and my lover, sensing now that something strange was 
going on.  "What are you going to do?" his high pitched voice 
asked nervously.

    "It's okay," Eric soothed softly, putting the ball aside and 
gently holding the boy's small shoulders.  He smiled lovingly at 
the nervous child and slowly slid his hands down Niel's chest.  
Niel swallowed and he looked up at Eric with astonishment and 
fear, as if he was starting to assume what was about to happen.  
"That's a boy," Eric said softly, taking hold of the lower hem of 
Niel's t-shirt and pulling it up his small body.  I think Niel 
was too confused to fight though his pretty face started to flush 
immediately.  I felt my heart beating quicker as I saw his small 
belly appear, the skin looking astonishingly soft.  He was a pale 
pink color and it didn't look like he spent much time in the sun.  
The baby soft flesh around his small belly button looked very 
healthy and well fed and even softer than a baby's.  He didn't 
have any flab and yet I could see any muscles through his flesh.  
Even as Eric lifted the boy's shirt up to his chest, I could just 
barely see his ribs.  Man, he had soft skin.

    Swallowing nervously and looking more afraid, the small boy 
obediently lifted his arms and Eric slid the t-shirt up over his 
face, baring an adorable little chest.  The mounds of his muscles 
were almost invisible but the healthiness of his body didn't make 
it look flat like it did with skinnier boys. His nipples were 
very small, a pale brown color on the baby soft pink of his 
chest.  It was really a very attractive body for a boy his age 
and I looked forward to holding it, feeling my little penis 
stiffening in my overalls as I gazed at the soft flesh.

    The boy's underarms didn't form pits like an older boy's 
might and the pale white skin ran smooth across them from front 
to back.  Needless to say, he was much to young even for hair on 
his underarms and equally needless to say that the boyish skin 
looked even softer here, not that any skin could be softer than 
that of his small belly and chest.

    His boyish cheeks were blushing an adorable red as the neck 
of his t-shirt slipped over it, his blond hair dropping across 
his forehead in a tousled mop.  He really looked cute now and I 
was really getting horny as I looked at him.  I could feel myself 
blushing, embarrassed by how much desire I felt for a ten year 
old virgin.  He looked extremely nervous but let Eric slide the 
t-shirt down his arms.  I saw him swallowing again, boyishly 
looking around as Eric and I looked at his bare chest.  Though 
not muscular or broad in any sense of the word, the boy did seem 
to have nice shoulders, the healthy appearance of his skin hiding 
his collar bones and shoulder bones from view. His arms looked a 
little meaty, too, though not hard and muscular like some other 
boys'.  He just looked, well, healthy, and it seemed to radiate a 
special beauty from him, one that I found intensely compelling.

    Niel looked over at me in confusion and I could just blush 
and look away briefly, my adoring eyes quickly drawn to gaze at 
his soft body again.  I was so enchanted by his chest's beauty 
that I was actually surprised when Eric didn't start petting it.  
Instead, the older boy did something that seemed like the last 
thing in the world he should do:  he reached for the child's 
shorts.

    "What are you doing?" Niel's high pitched voice asked with a 
slight tinge of hysteria, the boy backing up a step and holding 
his heands out to protect his clothing.

    Eric, who had always seemed like such a gentle boy, wasted no 
time with seduction.  He grabbed the boy's wrists and spun him 
around, grabbing his arms and pulling them back behind him.

    "Stop it!" Niel whined, his half naked body squirming help-
lessly to escape the much larger boy.  I stared in astonishment, 
as much by Eric's domination of the little kid as I was by the 
adorable beauty of Niel's baby soft body squirming and flexing to 
escape.

    "Pants him, Kelvin," Eric ordered.  He wasn't smiling and I 
saw his long, skinny arms wrapping around Niel's, saw him pulling 
the child's arms up over his head until he had him in a full 
nelson.

    "Ow," Niel cried.  "Stop it."

    I had never seen Eric abuse a boy before, much less a ten 
year old child, and it made me nervous and afraid.  Nonetheless, 
I stepped forward and started reaching for his baggy shorts.

    "No!" the boy said, his bare feet awkwardly kicking out at 
me.  "Dad!" Eric pulled the full nelson tighter and the boy's 
face wrinkled in pain.  "Dad!" he screamed, starting to cry.

    "Don't hurt him, Eric," I whined, starting to cry a little in 
empathy for the frightened boy.

    "Pants him," Eric repeated.

    Niel's pretty face looked so pained, framed now by his 
smooth, hairless underarms, and his baby soft belly looked so 
firm with muscle.  Panting a little rather than start crying, I 
reached for the boy's shorts again.  This time, his small foot 
rose up as if to kick but just hung there as if he wanted to 
crawl into a foetal position.

    "Dad!" the boy screamed as my fingers took hold of the elas-
tic band. "Dad!" He started to kick and Eric cinched the full 
nelson a little tighter, making the poor child groan.  "No," he 
cried pathetically, his voice sounding so young and helpless.

    Hoping that Eric would be nicer to him if he were naked, I 
peeled the child's shorts down.  I saw the white elastic band to 
his underwear and hooked my fingers in them as well, pulling them 
both down over his hips and down his creamy soft thighs.  His 
hairless little boyhood sat innocently on his testicles between 
his legs, still too little to dangle.  I knealt down as I lowered 
his shorts to the floor, the poor boy gasping and crying softly 
from the pain in his arms.  Feeling horribly guilty, I awkwardly 
worked the shorts over the boy's small feet and he stood there 
naked and powerless.

    This wasn't what it was supposed to be like.  We were sup-
posed to seduce him, to show him how much we adored him, to 
tenderly teach him how much fun boy sex was.  His poor arms 
obviously hurt too much for him to be afraid or embarrassed and 
he stood there crying, his eyes closed, looking like a naked 
Jesus nailed to the cross.

    "You're hurting him, Eric," I cried softly, wishing the 
teenager would be nice to him.  He was so cute.  I wanted him to 
be our friend.


    Eric slowly loosened his hold on the child's arms, enough so 
that he didn't hurt anymore, but still had the same, solemn, 
determined look on his face.  "Suck him off, Kelvin," he in-
structed me.

    I looked down at the little boyhood between Niel's extremely 
beautiful legs.  His testicles, though still round and childlike, 
were big enough to make a nice, pretty pillow for his penis to 
rest on.  It was uncircumcized, of course, and soft white skin 
ran all along it forming a little nipple at the end. It looked 
delightfully innocent and adorable and I would loved to have 
sucked on it a great deal.  Not when the boy was like this, 
however.

    "I can't," I whined softly up to Eric.

    "Do it," the boy whispered, sounding conspiratorial.  "When 
he does it, I'll pull on his arms and he'll cry some more.  Then 
his Dad will be happy."

    So that's why Eric was doing this.  To make the boy's father 
happy and, presumably, his own.  I looked down at the hairless 
little boyhood between Niel's legs, saw how small and innocent it 
was.  I knew that it would taste wonderful.

    "No, Eric," I shook my head sadly.  "Don't hurt him.  
Please."

    Eric looked down at me for a moment and I saw his arms 
loosening their hold still more.  His eyes twinkled a little bit 
and I thought he was going to cry.  He let his hands slip down 
across the boy's chest, then gently took hold of his young 
shoulders, massaging them.  Niel started sobbing, his young arms 
held tightly to his side and his small hands reaching down to 
cover his boyhood. This wasn't going at all well.

    "I'm sorry," Eric said, sadly, his big hands lovingly rubbing 
the little kid's bare shoulders and upper arms.

    "He didn't mean it, Niel," I said, stepping forward and 
leaning over, trying to meet the child's crying eyes.  "Don't 
cry."

    He kept crying though, loudly enough that I was a little 
surprised his father didn't come in and comfort him, didn't come 
in and beat the tar out of Eric and I.  "It's okay," I said 
softly, instinctively reaching up to hold him. My hands touched 
the boy's small body and I gently rubbed his bare chest, scarcely 
noticing how extremely soft and smooth his skin was.  It felt 
even softer than it had looked and that was pretty damned soft.  
"Niel," I said, almost pleading, gently reaching up and trying to 
raise his chin to look at me.

    He did a little and I could see tears filling his eyes, 
trickling down his soft, pink cheeks.  Ten year old boys don't 
like people to see them crying, though and he snatched his chin 
away, crying more.  Not really thinking about it, I felt my hands 
slipping up over his shoulders, felt Eric slipping backward, as I 
took the boy into my arms and held him.  His hands were still 
holding his penis and I could feel them against my crotch, but 
all I really wanted was to make him stop crying.  I felt his chin 
come to rest on my shoulder and my hands gently rubbed across his 
back.  Man, he was soft.

    "I'm sorry, Niel," Eric said again, his voice filled with 
regret and sincerity, his large hand gently stroking the boy's 
back with me.  "I shouldn't have done that."


    Niel started fighting his sobs down, a process that made his 
small body shake with each effort.  I felt him stepping back from 
me and willingly let him go, even Eric's hand dropping away.

    The boy was looking down through his tear filled eyes and 
finally found his baggy shorts.  He bent over and picked them up.  
Eric and I shot a glance at each other and I immediately stepped 
forward.  "Don't put those on, Niel," I said, taking hold of the 
shorts, the boy helplessly letting them go.

    "I want to see my dad," he said, his childish voice still 
sounding teary.

    "No," I said gently, pulling the shorts back when he reached 
for them shortly.  "We can still play.  We won't hurt you." He 
started to cry again when he saw I wasn't going to give him his 
shorts and he tried to rub his eyes clear with a fist as the 
other hand still held his little peter.  He looked so pretty like 
this and yet I knew he was embarrassed and scared.  "We can still 
play," I repeated.  Feeling extremely embarrassed myself, I slid 
the straps of my overalls over my skinny shoulders still holding 
his shorts in my hand.  His crying subsided a little and I could 
see him looking up through his long eyelashes as I wiggled the 
overalls down my skinny body.  I felt my face grow hot when my 
little two inch erection appeared still throbbing excitedly, but 
wiggled my clothes all the way off and stepped out of them.

    When I stood back up again, I was as naked as he was.  I was 
about an inch taller than Niel but considerably skinnier.  He 
probably outweighed me by five pounds.  He kept trying to wipe 
his eyes clear and I felt a strange joy when I realized that he 
was grinning.  "You have a boner," he giggled at me, though his 
eyes were still crying.

    I giggled, too.  I loved giggling with boys and I was de-
lighted that he'd noticed my erection.  He was glancing up at me 
a little, but his curious eyes kept looking back down at it.  
Despite its childish size, it really got hard when it wanted to.  
It definitely wanted to now.  "You can touch it if you want to," 
I smiled at him, pushing my hips slightly forward like an offer-
ing. This just made the boy giggle more and he didn't reach for 
it.  Nonetheless, he was sniffling away the last of his crying 
and wiped his nose along his forefinger, still hiding his little 
boyhood.  I took hold of his wrist and started pulling him toward 
the bed, giggling with him.  "Come on.  We can play on the bed."

    "We can't play naked," he giggled, stopping halfway there and 
not letting me tug him any further.  His boyish face and should-
ers were blushing red, making him look even more innocent.

    "Yeah, we can," I said, grinning at him.  "Eric and I do it 
all the time."

    "No you don't," he said, this time actually laughing.

    "Come on," I smiled.  "It's fun." I started pulling on his 
arm again and he lumbered after me giggling, still holding to his 
penis.  When we reached the bed, I let go of his wrist and 
crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting my knees bounce a 
little as I walked to the center and turned around.  Niel stood 
there at the foot holding his penis with both hands, giggling and 
blushing adorably.  He still looked like he'd been crying, but he 
looked like he'd all but forgotten about it.  "Come on," I en-
couraged him.

    The bashful boy looked back at Eric who was looking at the 
two of us and smiling, his own cheeks red from shame.  When Niel 
turned back to me, he was still giggling.  Eric seemed to get the 

cue:  Niel wasn't about to expose his family jewels while someone 
else in the room was closed.  The tall, skinny boy therefore, 
stepped toward us, sliding the straps of hs coveralls over his 
smooth, pale brown shoulders.

    "I'll play, too," he said, his voice still as high pitched 
and childish as Niel's and mine.  If it were possible, Niel 
seemed to blush brighter and he giggled maniacally as Eric's 
smooth, adorable chest was bared.  The older boy just smiled at 
the child and peeled the denim down his body, his big cock drop-
ping out half hard, brown penis head slowly slipping from his 
smooth foreskin.  Niel was still giggling, but he was staring at 
Eric's gifted cock with big, saucer like eyes.  I doubted he'd 
ever seen or imagined a penis that big and, unless he had little 
brothers, might never have seen another boy's penis before.

    Eric pulled his long, skinny legs out of the overalls and 
instantly jumped onto the bed as I had done, walking on all 
fours, his cock getting stiffer and stiffer until his erection 
was in full seven inch blossom.  It pointed straight out toward 
his face beneath his body, quickly engorged and throbbing, eager 
to have sex with the virgin boy and me.  We grinned at each other 
before the older boy turned to look at the bashful child before 
us.

    "Come on, Niel," Eric smiled at the naked boy.  "We did it."

    Niel giggled a second longer, then jumped up on the bed, 
landing on his knees, his hands instantly letting go of his 
boyhood.  It was still limp and the boy was still obviously 
embarrassed by it, but he stopped giggling and leaned over onto 
his hands, walking closer to us.  He was trying to smile, but it 
was obviously difficult for him.

    It was an adorable little boyhood, all the prettier on his 
small, baby soft body and with his childish, innocent blushing 
and looking adorable as it dangled between his legs with his 
little testicles.  He didn't ask about our erections, but I could 
tell he was looking at them whenever he could, more astonished by 
the size and peach fuzz on Eric's than he was by my circumcized 
little cock.  My boyhood, afterall, looked a great deal like his.  
Were it not for his young foreskin, they would have looked very 
similar; both very pale and pink, and both completely smooth and 
hairless.  Seeing it swinging as he walked on all fours made my 
own little weiner feel really nice.

    The teary look to his eyes was almost gone now and he was so 
pretty in his childish embarrassment that I felt like hugging 
him.  The softness of his body enchanted me as did the exquisite 
innocence his face and little penis.  A quick glance at Eric's 
swollen cock told me how attractive he found the little child.

    "Come here, Niel," he smiled comfortingly to the naked little 
boy, his cock sticking straight at the cieling as he stood up on 
his knees.  The hairless boy looked pretty scared by the adoles-
cent cock pulsing in front of him and he hadn't quite forgiven 
Eric for hurting him.  A look of worry and fear quickly filled 
his face and he glanced nervously back for his clothes.

    "It's okay," I smiled, quickly rising on my own knees and 
walking over to the boy.  "It's a game." Niel seemed no more 
comfortable with me and I wasn't sure how to approach him since 
he was on all fours like he was.  Feeling very cautious and 
uncertain, I slipped my hand into his soft little armpit and took 
hold of his shoulder.  "Come on," I encouraged softly.  With me 
guiding him, the little guy nervously walked to the pillows.  
"Now, lay down," I suggested, almost certain that he would re-
fuse.  He didn't refuse, but he lay straight down on his belly, 

his small buttocks upward.  It was a very cute bottom, particu-
larly looking as well rounded and perfect as it did beneath his 
thin back and slender legs.  I had a strong desire to reach 
between his legs and fondle his penis, but I didn't.  I wasn't 
sure what to do.

    "Here, Niel," Eric suddenly took over, laying down beside the 
boy.  I could feel the boy's fear and confusion as Eric's big 
hands took hold of his little shoulders.  His body stiffened but 
he didn't actually struggle as the older boy rolled his small 
body over.  Niel's pretty face was filled with near terror as 
Eric guided his naked body between his legs and even I stared in 
awe as I watched the naked child being laid right on top of 
Eric's mature cock.  The seven inch thing must have been throb-
bing right between Niel's little shoulder blades and I could 
imagine how warm and hard it must have felt to the little kid.

    Niel didn't seem at all awe struck, however.  He looked 
scared.  He looked like he was trying to sit up to keep from 
laying on top of it, but Eric's hands quickly held his little 
shoulders, started petting his immature chest. Swallowing fear-
fully, the naked child was gradually soothed into relaxing and 
Eric's caresses held his nervous body on top of his cock.  This 
left Niel's adorable prepubescent body fully exposed before me, 
his pale white skin contrasted by Eric's brown flesh.  Compared 
to Eric, he looked even smaller and I thought he was the most 
adorable thing I had ever seen.  Between his smooth, pale legs, 
his little boyhood lay innocently in the warm protection of his 
foreskin and his baby soft, hairless scrotum was now holding his 
little testicles close to his body.  His little penis wasn't long 
enough to rest on his smooth belly, but it was laying back in 
such a way that it almost looked like he had an erection.

    "There you go," Eric soothed the boy, his lips kissing Niel's 
blond hair as his hands both held and rubbed up and down on his 
little chest and belly. Although his face still looked frightened 
and ashamed, I could see his muscles involuntarily relaxing and I 
knew what my job was.

    "Don't be scared," I soothed the ten year old as my hand 
reached down and gently petted his flat tummy.  I could feel his 
muscles shivering uncomfortably, my fingers only inches from his 
bald penis.

    "We're going to teach you a really fun game," Eric cooed 
softly into the child's ear, his arms holding the boy between his 
legs.  I could hear how heavy my lover's breath was and I knew 
that he was feeling a lot of pleasure just by holding the naked 
little child, particularly since his own erection was undoubtedly 
feeling the innocent life beating in Niel's body.

    Gazing at Eric's tender brown hands on Niel's little chest, I 
swallowed and let my own fingers creep lower on his baby soft 
tummy.  Needless to say, Niel grew even more concerned when he 
realized I was getting closer to his virgin boyhood and he tried 
to sit up again but Eric just held him gently in place, instantly 
cooing comforts into his ear.  He started whimpering helplessly 
as my fingers touched the smooth, hairless skin where he would 
one day sprout his puberty and his hands suddenly reached for his 
boyhood in spasmodic fear.

    He didn't grab hold of my hand or try to force it away; he 
just took hold of his penis and innocently tried to protect it.  
He started crying and he was panting quickly, his pretty face 
filled with confusion and fear.

    "It's okay," Eric quickly cooed, hugging the frightened boy.  
"It's okay..."

    I didn't try to pull Niel's hands away:  it was his penis, 
afterall, and he had a right to protect it if he could.  Nonethe-
less, my fingertips continued petting slowly around his hairless 
pubic mound and my other hand started rubbing up and down on his 
little thigh.  I hated scaring him, but I still remembered my own 
boyish fear the first time Eric played with me and I remembered 
how nice it felt once I'd given in to him.  Niel would like it, 
too.  Any boy would like it. We just needed to be gentle with him 
his first time.

    I could see his eyes widening suddenly and he looked even 
more scared, staring down at his hands clasped between his legs.  
I was confused for a moment, but I soon realized that he must be 
getting an erection.  I could almost tell this by how awkward his 
hands suddenly were, as if uncertain if he should protect his 
penis or should stop touching it like he was.  This didn't change 
my strategy, however.  I just kept petting the lowest part of his 
tummy, my fingers touching his hands ocassionally.

    "Do you have a boner, Niel?" I heard Eric asking softly.  
Niel didn't answer, but he did have a look of recognition on his 
face.  "It's okay," the older boy assured the frightened child.  
"It feels good."

    This had a noticeable effect because the fear and confusion 
in Niel's eyes suddenly had a profound look of curiosity, too.  I 
could see his hands wiggling a little uncertainly, could tell he 
was feeling his erection, could tell he liked what he felt.  We 
let him explore it for quite a while.  While we waited, I let my 
hand slip down the boy's smooth thigh, feeling the warm caress of 
his skin against it as it pressed between his legs.  He was so 
captivated by his boy cock that he didn't seem to even notice and 
I let my fingers slip along the crack of his buttocks.  His skin 
was really soft and I was really starting to fall in love with 
his young body.

    After a couple of minutes, the very nervous and embarrassed 
child tried to move his hands enough so that he could look at his 
erection without us seeing it.  He was really cute doing this, so 
curious about his boner that most of his fear and confusion 
seemed to evaporate.  I couldn't see it, but the sudden smile and 
delight in Eric's eyes told me that he could.  Nonetheless, he 
just kept caressing the little boy and said nothing to distract 
him from his virgin wonder.

    The older boy let this go on for three or four minutes before 
he finally asked, "Does it feel good?" very softly into Niel's 
ear.

    There was a momentary rush of shame in Niel's eyes when he 
remembered that we were still there, but it gradually faded.  He 
didn't answer Eric, just covered his penis more completely and 
swallowed nervously.

    I could practically feel the confusion in the boy as if it 
were my own. He was still scared, but he was also extremely 
curious.  He greatly enjoyed the pleasure that was already in his 
immature erection, but it was strange and confusing too and the 
confusion made him feel afraid.  At the same time, there was a 
strong underlying level of trust in him and I knew that it was a 
trust he felt far more for me than for Eric.  Thus, despite my 
intense empathy for his fear, I gently reached down and took hold 
of his hand.

    His adorable eyes shot up at mine instantly and they were 
filled with all his conflicting emotions.  Not the least of which 
was trust.  The soft brown eyes, glistening boyishly, were beg-
ging me to be gentle with his tender boyhood and the aching love 

I felt in my heart for him shown through my own eyes.  I gazed at 
his pretty face adoringly and felt his protective hold on his 
penis slowly easing.

    As gently as I could, I lifted his hands from between his 
legs and his ten year old erection was unveiled in all its inno-
cent, hairless beauty. Although I longed to keep gazing into his 
eyes and filling him with my immature, supporting comfort, I was 
only a boy myself and I was as curious about his penis as he was.  
I gazed down his little chest and belly and beheld the little 
thing in awe and reverence.

    I held his hands there for a moment as I sat adoring his 
stiff erection. It was no bigger than mine, and no thicker; 
nothing more than a skinny little piece of smooth boy flesh 
pulsing straight out from between his young legs in confused 
excitement.  It was still small enough that his foreskin could 
still cover it even as swollen as it was and I couldn't see his 
penis head in the slightest.  Nonetheless, his penis looked so 
pink and pretty against his hairless pubic mound and the smooth 
scrotum hlding his little testicles was adorable.  The skin all 
over his tummy, thighs and penis had the same baby soft, pale 
white beauty, not single silver hair showing on the soft warm 
flesh.

    After loving it with my eyes for a moment, I felt myself 
smiling bashfully up at him and gently lifted his arms up and lay 
them back against the bed.  Eric's big hands slipped into the 
boy's underarms and I could tell that he was holding his skinny 
arms in such a way that he could prevent him from holding his 
penis again.  By this time, the little boy was so enraptured of 
his erection and his growing love for me that he didn't even 
think about resisting, just lay there between Eric's legs and 
nervously accepted whatever I intended to do to him.

    Despite his acceptance, however, I was slow about actually 
touching his small family jewels.  They were, as I said before, 
his own special treasure and I didn't want him to feel like I was 
trying to take them from him.  Instead, I started petting his 
tummy with my fingertips again, caressing the hairless skin and 
feeling how soft and innocent it was.  Niel watched this with 
continuing fear and confusion, but made no move to object, didn't 
move at all save for the boyish quivering of his belly.  I start-
ed stroking up and down on his smooth thigh again as I let my 
fingertips slip lower, let them pet his pubic mound again.  Soon, 
they were feeling the smooth pink skin directly surrounding his 
little penis shaft and the boy did stiffen nervously as I touched 
him there.  At the same time, I slowly let my hand slip under his 
testicles and very gently felt along the warm, smooth skin along 
the underside of his scrotum.

    The ten year old boy was panting as he watched me petting 
between his legs but he let out an astonished cry when my fingers 
ever so gently started feeling his little two inch penis.  I 
glanced up and could see the childish fear in his face as he 
stared at it and could also see how intently and excitedly Eric 
was staring too.  The hairless little erection was extremely hard 
against my fingertips and all three of us were enraptured by its 
excitement.  The only boyhood I had ever seen that was that 
little and that hard was my own and it was poking up between my 
legs and pulsing as frantically as Niel's was.  Eric, long accus-
tomed to little boys and long attracted to their innocence, was 
no less excited and looked closer to orgasm every time Niel's 
little body wiggled in the slightest.

    If Niel's little wiener and childish body seemed tense and 
uncertain before, however, they grew instantly more confused when 
my thin, boyish lips finally moved forward and started kissing 

the end of his little cock.  I pulled his foreskin back very 
gently and kept kissing the little thing as his small, pink 
glands started to appear.  I devoured the swollen little head 
even as his pale foreskin slipped free from it and the little boy 
whimpered in confusion and wonder.

    It didn't take long for the frightened little boy to have his 
first orgasm and, if Eric had been worried about giving Mr. 
Howard a good show, he had nothing to worry about:  Niel was so 
frieghtened and so astonished by the pleasure in his little penis 
that he squealed louder than any boy I had heard thus far.  More 
importantly, his baby soft body squirmed and jerked so madly 
between Eric's smooth legs that Eric's big cock had an orgasm too 
and by masturbating my hairless boyhood as I sucked the little 
boy, all three of us were satisfied rather quickly.

    Eric and I were still coddling the deflowered little boy when 
the door burst open and Master Thorne and Mister Howard staggered 
in.  This so astnished all three of us that we all tried to hide 
our limp penises in our hands.  We lay there naked and cowering 
as the men came up to us leering at our young hormones, both of 
them laughing and slapping each other on the back.

    "You like that, boy?" Howard laughed at his embarrassed son, 
the naked boy trying to cuddle closer into Eric's long, protec-
tive arms.  "Look at him. He can't believe it!"

    "Hey, he just had the best in town," Thorne laughed in agree-
ment.

    "Let me see it, boy," Howard grinned, grabbing Niel's skinny 
wrist and trying to pull the boy to his feet.  Niel was so embar-
rassed that he grabbed for Eric with his free hand and tried to 
hold on.  This plainly angered the man and he pulled harder on 
the ten year old's arm until he cried out and was jerked to his 
feet.  "I said, let me see it!" the man barked.

    Eric and I lay there in embarrassment and sympathy for the 
frightened little kid.  This wasn't at all how he should be 
treated after experiencing his first orgasm.  He stood there with 
his face burning so red that even his little shoulders were 
flushed.  For a breif moment, he tried to conceal his hairless 
little boyhood, but he awkwardly let it go and stood there snif-
fling down at the carpet.  His penis still looked a little soggy 
but otherwise looked as sweet and innocent as any ten year old 
boy's would, small and precious.  Otherwise, the only sign that 
he'd had sex was the smeared streaks of Eric's sperm drying 
across the boy's thin shoulders.

    "Was Eric's that little?" Howard asked, swaying a little as 
he looked down at his prepubescent son with disappointment.

    "He's only ten, Bob," Thorne laughed.  "It'll grow, it'll 
grow.  But... in answer to your question... No, Eric's was never 
that little!" Thorne loved this joke and laughed even harder 
making Niel blush still brighter and making Howard look even more 
disappointed in his little boy's tiny penis.

    The man suddenly turned Niel around and pushed his naked body 
at Eric again.  "Eric has to feed him more," the man declared.

    "Oh, no," Thorne smiled, grabbing the boy's shoulder before 
he was thrown back on the bed.  "I told you they could do it to 
him five times for ten ounces.  You said you just wanted him to 
be broken in."

    Howard looked a little angry at this but decided it was 
better to wait. "Get your clothes on!" he ordered his son.  

Niel's naked little body scurried around quickly to do as he was 
commanded and didn't look at all relieved until he'd squirmed his 
little underpants back on over his immature boyhood.  "I'll bring 
him by again tomorrow and all this week.  Eric has to give him 
all of it. I'm not paying him to feed a Kovz Boy."

    "Of course not," Thorne leered.  He seemed to be watching 
Howard's son with great interest, and I felt strangely defensive 
of the little guy.  "Just bring the money with you."

    "You're a hard man, Thorne," Howard said, his face showing 
that he was genuinely angry with our Master.

    Niel was pushed out of our room before any of us could say 
goodbye.  He was followed by his father and Thorne who closed the 
door behind him without thanking us in the slightest.

    "Why are they so mean to him?" I asked, finally asking the 
question I'd wondered since I'd first awakened.  No one seemed to 
like boys and I thought they were so sweet and pretty.

    Eric shrugged and I felt his long arms enfolding me as I 
cuddled up to his thin chest.  "Grown ups just like being mean to 
kids," he said.  "It makes them feel strong."

    "Are you going to be mean to kids when you grow up?"

    He shook his head.

    "Me neither." We lay there for a moment and I suddenly 
smiled.  "Still, we get to play with him tomorrow too."

    This made Eric laugh and we were soon up and about getting 
dressed in our overalls again.  I don't know why, but it seemed a 
strange way to live, this getting dressed and undressed all the 
time, playing with so many boys' penises. It was fun and I liked 
it a lot, but it seemed strange too.  I wondered if all boys 
lived like this.

    Thorne came into the kitchen as Mama served Eric and I a huge 
meal.  I could tell that we both ate a lot more than everyone 
else in the family which seemed strange since they were so much 
bigger.  Mama said that it was because we were growing.  All I 
knew was that I felt hungry all the time.

    "They're not going to stop looking for that Rogers kid," 
Thorne said, picking at the food Mama was preparing for dinner.

    "Can't hardly blame them.  Deserting a girl on her wedding 
night.  That girl's thirty three years old.  They ought to beat 
that boy black and blue."

    "Hmph," Thorne shrugged.  "Burn him at the stake more likely.  
Bringing a Boylover into Tarsec Village is like destroying the 
whole town.  We might as well have an outbreak of The Sores."

    Mama shook her head, plainly disbelieving the Boylover threat 
but just as plainly unwilling to forgive Erin for doing what he'd 
done.  "Did the Howard boy like it?" she suddenly smiled, chang-
ing the subject.

    Thorne shrugged.  "Who can tell with boys that little." He 
laughed suddenly.  "You should have seen him.  He's even littler 
than Kelvin." I blushed at this, realizing that he was referring 
to Niel's little penis.

    "He's such a cute little boy," Mama smiled.  "I'll bet he's 
popular with the girls when he grows up."

    "Not if his cock is that little," Thorne laughed.

    When Eric and I were finished eating, I followed him out into 
the back lawn and across it toward the stables.  Thorne's threat 
to burn Erin at the stake filled me with all kinds of terrifying 
images and I couldn't get the fear out of my mind.

    "They're going to find out," I said, revealing my innocent 
terror.

    "No they won't," Eric said, though he didn't sound any more 
certain than I was.  "Kovz Boys are good at covering their 
tracks."

    Once he brought up Kovz Boys, I was, of course, relinquished 
to silence. What could I say when I was, supposedly, a Kovz Boy 
myself?  The idea sort of appealed to me, the idea that there 
were hundreds, if not thousands, of other boys in the world who 
were my family, people I belonged to.  Not like I belonged to the 
Thornes, although that wasn't so bad, but really belonged to, 
like a family.  I didn't say anything about this to Eric, know-
ing, even in my immature awareness, that I could only hurt his 
feelings by telling him how I longed to be with my own family, 
but the thought gnawed on me nonetheless.

    "Master Eric," the stable man said as soon as we'd entered.  
"I thought you'd never get here." He was already sitting up on a 
buckboard wagon, two dark brown horses harnessed and ready to 
go."

    "What's wrong?" Eric asked.

    "Well, ain't they told you?  Your horse... your horse's been 
in an accident out in the north fields.  I was just gettin' ready 
to run out there."

    "What happened?" Eric asked, his eyes filled with worry.

    "I'll explain it to you on the way," the stable man said.  
"Hurry, son. We've got to go now."

    "Come on, Kelvin," Eric said, motioning toward me.  Eric 
grabbed the wagon handle and quickly pulled himself up and sat 
down.  "Come on," he said down to me again, moving over to give 
me a place to sit.

    "Yeeahh!" the stable man suddenly yelled at the horses, 
cracking the reigns across their backs and sending them racing 
out of the stables before I had a chance to jump up.

    "Hey, stop this wagon!" Eric yelled at the man, but the man 
ignored him and the young boy looked back at me, the wagon moving 
too fast for him to jump off.  He suddenly struck out at the man 
and I saw him powerfully slapped across the face, just barely 
holding on to the wagon as it entered the trees and disappeared 
from view.

    I stood there too scared to move for long moments.  Nothing 
in my memory could prepare me for this strange and violent turn 
of events.  Had Eric been kidnapped by the Holy Warriors?  Was 
somebody trying to kill him?  My heart was pounding so quickly I 
was shivering in fear and suddenly broke from the stables and 
bolted for the house, eager to find Master Thorne and tell him.  
My short legs didn't allow me to move very quickly and I wasn't 
very strong.  I crashed against the rear door gasping and ex-
hausted, but managed to push it open and enter the kitchen.

    "Mama?!" I cried, eager to have the security of her presence.  

The kitchen looked the same as it had when we'd left, the begin-
nings of dinner already cooking, vegetables and foodstuffs half 
prepared on the counters exactly as it had been.  But the house 
was dead silent.

    Frantically, I raced through the common rooms, found every-
thing exactly as it had been, but there were no people anywhere.  
No Mistress Thorne, no Master Thorne, no Gary Thorne.  There 
weren't even any of the maids or valets that always seemed to be 
everywhere.  No one.  I checked the bathroom, raced up the stairs 
throwing doors to bedrooms open, growing more and more terrified 
with every moment.  I cried out for Mama over and over again, 
screaming her name; there wasn't a soul to be found.  The mansion 
was deserted.  It occurred to me then that the Old One must have 
come and taken them away, all of them, and I filled with so much 
fear I could scarcely contain myself.  Panic suddenly overcame me 
and I turned toward the stairs ready to bolt from the house.

    I screamed when I saw Erin Rogers standing only a few feet 
from me.

    "Shhh!" the boy hissed, quickly putting his hand over my 
mouth.  I just stood there wide eyed in terror a moment, then 
quickly pulled his hand away.

    "They took everybody!" I whispered loudly.

    "I know," Erin said.  "Something's gone wrong.  We've got to 
get out of here."

    "Where's Eric?" I asked, hoping for the adult's presence.

    Erin grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the 
stairs after him.  "I don't know.  He came back here two days 
ago.  He said there was someone else we had to get.  When he 
didn't show up, I got scared and came back too."

    "The Old One got him," I cried.

    "Maybe.  Now be quiet."

    Erin crept slowly down the curving staircase, me in gentle 
tow, both of us terrified.  We reached the bottom of the stairs 
and started across the entry way.  "There they are!" a voice 
shouted from the front room.  "Both of them!"

    I screamed and Erin pulled me quickly to the door and threw 
it open.  We both screamed to find another Holy Warrior blocking 
our exit.  Erin slammed the door shut and locked it, both of us 
breaking toward the kitchen with the black robed men close behind 
us.  In the kitchen, Erin bolted the door shut and we immediately 
heard the men pounding on it, trying to break it down.  We were 
staring at it, wondering if it would hold when we heard the sound 
of breaking glass behind us.  Another warrior was trying to crawl 
through the kitchen window.  With scarcely a pause, Erin grabbed 
the pot of boiling water from the stove and hurled it at the man 
sending him reeling and screaming in pain.

    "Come on," he said pulling me to the back door.  No man was 
standing in the doorway this time, but two others were quickly 
approaching it.  We darted to the left, hoping to make it to the 
woods before the men caught us.  The man Erin had scalded still 
lay rolling across the ground near us, his hands grabbing his 
burned face.  We ran around him and it looked like we were going 
to make it to the trees when three more black robed figures 
appeared holding wooden rods pointed right at us.  We pulled up 
short and looked back.  The other two men were running toward us.


    "This way," Erin said, again grabbing my wrist and pulling me 
to the right.  We ran across the soft grass as quickly as we 
could, but the grown men were faster.  I could hear and feel them 
closing on us then suddenly felt a large hand grab the strap of 
my overalls, jerking me back so hard that my wrist slipped from 
Erin's and the strap broke.  I was so frightened that I imme-
diately started kicking and clawing at the man, blind with terror 
and anger.  His hands tried to grab my arms, but I was flailing 
them at him like a mad boy, my small legs kicking at his shins, 
impossible to get hold of.  A second man joined the first and 
they both started to grab for me.  This was too many for me to 
stop. The second strap to my overalls broke and the front panel 
fell down as the men's hands grabbed my skinny body and wrestled 
me to the grass.  I still kicked and squirmed, frantic for es-
cape, but I could do nothing to get away.

    Tears pouring down my eyes, I tried to find Erin, finally 
found him, two men holding his twisted arms straight out at his 
sides, ready to break them if the boy struggled any further.  
They were marching him toward us, me still straining madly for 
escape.  I felt a large fist suddenly pound against my ribs 
knocking the wind out of me and I coughed and fought to breathe 
as the two men roughly jerked me to my feet.  One of them took my 
arm and bent it back behind me until it felt like my shoulder 
would pop out of its socket.  I could feel his other hand slowly 
caressing my belly.

    "Stop it, James," the other man told the one who held me.  
"He's putting a spell on you."

    The man blushed when he realized he was stroking my bare skin 
and jerked his hand away, instantly pushing my hand up my back 
until I started to cry in pain.  "Don't try your Kovz magic on 
me, boy!" the man snarled.

    Erin and I were tied up hog style, our arms bound to our 
ankles behind our backs, gags were put into our mouths and blind-
folds over our eyes.  I was still crying as I felt powerful hands 
lift my small body onto the back of a wagon, my bare chest hurt 
by the rough wood and splinters.  The men seemed to enjoy a brief 
party and I could hear whoops of delight as a bottle was passed 
around to each of them.  They spoke of having a boy burning and I 
wondered how much it would hurt to be burned to death.

    The wagon moved out at a quick pace, bouncing over the ground 
until I thought I was going to fall off the back.  I had no idea 
where they were taking us and almost didn't care.  I hurt and I 
was very sad.  I wondered where Eric was and if they'd already 
burned him, instantly feeling tears fill my eyes despite the 
blindfold.  Only two hours earlier we had been so happy making 
love to the Howard boy and now we were going to be killed.

    When the carriage finally stopped, I could hear more men 
arriving, congratulating the others and again the bottle was 
passed between them.

    "That's him alright," one of the men shouted in glee.  "Even 
all bound up he's a right pretty thing ain't he." The men all 
laughed and I felt one of them slap my small butt through my 
overalls.

    "Hey let's see his pee-pee," one of the men laughed raucous-
ly, quickly joined by all the others.

    "Let's cut it off for the Old One!" another yelled fueling 
their exuberance.  Terror filled me at the thought of having my 
hairless little penis severed and I cried in fear into my gag as 
I felt two men grab my small arms, pulling me up to my feet, 

holding my skinny arms high overhead, their grips on me so pain-
ful I wanted to cry even louder.  All the men whooped and hol-
lered as I felt large hands grabbing the front panel to my over-
alls, pulling down on them.  He managed it easily as I was too 
small and weak to fight them, and I could feel the cool air 
against my small chest and then thighs.  His hands were almost 
immediately grabbing for the white, cotton underpants that cov-
ered my boyhood and he managed to yank them down without much 
effort at all.  The men all laughed at me and made jokes about my 
little circumcised penis, about how they knew their sons would 
never play with a penis that little, how surprised they were that 
Thorne would let his boy suck on a little thing like that.  The 
ones holding my arms up let me go and I fell back on the wagon 
painfully bumping my head against it.

    I lay there in terror as I felt large, rough fingers caress 
my penis, continued to cry in fear that I would soon feel the 
cold steel of a razor being pressed against it.  But nothing 
happened.  My ropes were retied and I could feel a strange fasci-
nation in the men touching my little boyhood, as if none of them 
wanted to stop fondling it.  They were taking turns, I could 
tell, their calloused fingers petting the smooth, hairless skin.  
After a few minutes of teasing me, I heard the loud voices moving 
away from us and we lay there for a long time before they re-
turned.

    They grabbed my small body again and carried me away.  I was 
too scared and tired to even think of fighting.  They kept talk-
ing about burning me to death, laughing more and more every time 
the bottle was passed around.  They threw my hog tied body down 
in the dirt and I felt large hands untying the ropes that held 
me.  Blood returned to my hands as the last of the ropes were 
untied, but I was grabbed and brought to my feet before having a 
chance to enjoy the new freedom.  I could feel my arms pulled 
straight out from my body and hands were again tying me, this 
time to something that felt like a tree trunk.  Other hands 
grabbed the overalls and underwear from my legs and stripped me 
completely naked.  Finally, they undid my blindfold and I was 
standing there facing more than two dozen drunk, grinning men in 
black robes.

    A glance to either side of me showed that I wasn't tied to a 
tree, but to a five foot high cross, my wrists tied to the beams.  
I could see Erin to my right, crying as hard as I was as the men 
tied his skinny arms to a second cross.  "Get his clothes off, 
too," one of the men yelped and the others joined in.  They 
produced a knife that was quickly used to cut away Erin's shirt 
while another man unsnapped his pants.  All the men cheered as 
Erin's pants were unzipped and the poor boy's penis was exposed 
to view.  They stripped him as naked as I was before undoing his 
blindfold and the cute boy stood crying hopelessly.  We were both 
sobbing.

    The scene went on like this for hours, the men drinking and 
laughing, Erin and I crying and begging for mercy we weren't 
likely to get.  Frequently the men threw food at our naked bod-
ies, rotten tomatoes, a sweet smelling gruel, ripe fruit, raw 
eggs.  We were covered with it, our small skinny bodies scarcely 
visible through all the muck.

    It wasn't until the sun went down that the Old One finally 
appeared.  As the name implied, he was very old and very evil 
looking.  He glanced over Erin and my naked bodies as if he were 
about to throw up all over them.  Erin and I just cried.

    "These children are an abomination!" he thundered to the 
solemn but drunken men.  "Imagine the things they have done to 
each other, to your sons, to the grace of God!" He gave a long, 

thundering speech about hellfire and eternal damnation, Erin and 
I crying helplessly but saying nothing to argue against what he 
was saying.  We were too scared and neither of us wanted to risk 
having our penises cut off.

    A bonfire was lit in front of us and some of the men started 
stacking twigs and branches around our bare feet until it was 
obvious that they intended to burn us alive.  It wasn't much 
after this that Master Thorne appeared with Eric.  My young 
friend was bound and gagged as we were, but he was leaned against 
the back of a wagon where he could see us, and no branches were 
placed around him.  He was also still fully clothed and none of 
the men jeered at him or threw things at him.

    "I will have your attention," the Old One spoke in a quiet 
yet menacing tone.  All the drunken men around us bowed slowly 
toward him.  "Who brings evidence against these two heathen?" he 
asked.

    Master Thorne stepped forward.  "I do, my Lord," he said.  He 
was dressed in the same black robes as the rest of them, a silver 
cross about his neck.  "That child," he said pointing at me, 
"lured my son away from all that is natural and forced him to 
engage in wicked acts."

    The men all jeered at me and more food was thrown until I had 
to duck and turn my face.  I wondered what I had done that was 
either wicked or "lured". The man had applauded me only that 
morning for being such a good boy and now he was saying that I 
did wicked things.  I didn't know what he was talking about and 
kept crying helplessly.

    "And what of the other?" the Old One asked.  A young man in 
his twenties was slowly nudged forward by the others and he came 
into the firelight, tears streaming down his cheeks.

    "My son..." the man almost sobbed.  "My son was led astray by 
that Boylover, my Lord," he said.  "I beg you, forgive his trans-
gressions.  He shall be a better boy from now on."

    The men jeered and the Old One shook his head.  "He has 
reached his fourteenth birthday and is not wed," the evil man 
said.  "It is too late to save him.  He is one with the heathen."

    Erin and I both cried at this pronouncement, trying to avoid 
the sting of the things they continued to throw at us.  We were 
scared and wanted only to find someone to care for us.

    "Daddy!" the pretty boy pleaded.  "Daddy!  Please!"

    The man just cried and turned away, hiding his face as he 
left the boy to his death.

    "Your child has transgressed with a Boylover as well, Brother 
Thorne," the Old One said turning on the man.

    Master Thorne bowed his head, almost as frightened as Erin 
and I.  "He is but a boy, my Lord," he said.  "His penis is large 
and needs much attention. He allowed the Boylover to use him in a 
desperate moment."

    "Yet was it not also you who first brought this wicked child 
to the village and allowed him to seduce your boy?"

    "I had not realized he was a Boylover.  I was told he was 
merely a boy for their pleasure, my Lord.  I ask you to spare me 
and my little boy who will one day breed dozens of sons for your 
glory."

    "Does he now renounce the Boylover?" the Old One asked.

    Eric was crying, but made no move to escape.  In the fire-
light, I could see tears running down his smooth brown cheeks.

    "He does, my Lord," Master Thorne replied.

    "Then he shall be allowed to live until his fourteenth birth-
day," the Old One said.  "If he should fail to wed, he shall be 
put to death immediately."

    "Yes, my Lord," Master Thorne sighed a sigh of relief.

    "Let us burn the evil ones!" one of the men shouted to the 
delight of all the others.

    "But what good would it do for you to burn a Guardian, my 
Lord," a voice said from behind us.  There was a gasp from the 
warriors, and an evil, animal snarl from the Old One.

    "How dare you disturb this ceremony!" the Old One growled.

    "To dare is nothing," the voice said.  A man walked passed us 
toward the bonfire and I recognized by his back that it was Eric, 
the man who had seen us in the Boy's Club two weeks earlier.  "I 
should think it is you who dare in attempting to kill something 
you can't kill by burning two children."

    "You are an evil man, Eric Braun, and I shall not tolerate 
your insolence!" the Old One snarled.

    "My insolence?" Eric grinned.  "It wasn't I who advocated the 
mass murder of thousands.  It wasn't I who attempted to destroy 
you through violence and torture."

    "It was you who came here and corrupted all that was natural 
from the Old World.  We have preserved it for His greater glory."

    "Preserved what?" Eric laughed.  "One province and a half 
thousand men foolish enough to follow you?  You are destined to 
throw away the lives of thousands of your young boys in petty 
wars and battles, so many that you must prostitute them to breed 
the armies of the next generation.  Recant your heresy against 
Him, and stop denying the truth of Kovz!"

    "Kovzland is Dead!" the Old One's aging voice proclaimed.  
"It is only to us to burn the evil boys you have spawned!"

    "And shall you burn Kelvin?!" Eric laughed again, apparently 
enjoying the discussion as Erin and I stood naked and afraid.  It 
was such a strange turn of events that we'd both stopped crying 
and stood listening in confusion.  There was a moment of silence 
and I realized that the Old One was looking at me.  I even 
thought there was a look of fear mixed in with his astonishment.  
"Oh, yes, Old One," Eric laughed.  "In your foolishness you 
failed to consort with your wicked brethren.  You managed to kill 
him once, but we have found him and he is again ours!"

    "It is not possible," the old man said softly.  "Kelvin is a 
man."

    "As you can see, Samuel, he is not a man now.  Search him.  
You must have learned enough magic to do that much."

    The man glared at me for a long moment and a gradual look of 
recognition and terror filled his face.  "Destroy the Evil Ones!" 
he suddenly shouted in horror.


    The Holy Warriors seemed to swallow their drunken surprise 
and I could see their robes move as they all pulled out slender 
wooden rods and leveled them at Eric.  Suddenly they all froze 
and stood there motionless.

    "Quickly now, Jonathan," Eric said, grinning as he began to 
grab the rods and throw them harmlessly into the woods that 
surrounded us.  The wands Eric didn't get seemed to be ripped 
from the warriors hands and hurled into the woods as if by magic.  
Still, none of the warriors or the Old One moved to stop it.  
Eric kept one of the rods in his hands and pointed it at the Old 
One with a smile on his face.

    "You shall pay for your witchery!" the Old One said as all 
the warriors suddenly looked about in startled confusion.

    "On the contrary," Eric smiled.  "It is you who shall pay." I 
could feel the knots binding me to the cross being untied and 
looked over at them, watching as the ropes unbound themselves and 
fell harmlessly to the ground.  As soon as they were free, I 
removed my gag and rubbed my raw wrists with my hands.

    The men in the firelight gasped with astonishment as they saw 
my naked body walk away from the pile of brambles they'd meant to 
burn me with.  I turned with them and watched as Erin's ropes 
untied themselves the same as mine had.

    "You see," Eric grinned.  "You are no match for the power of 
Kovz."

    "You speak heresy!" the Old One roared.

    "Heresy?" Eric said.  "Is it heresy for a boy to love his own 
kind?  Is it heresy for one to love what they only naturally feel 
love for?  No, the heresy is yours and we should never have 
allowed you to come to this place."

    "Heresy!" the Old One shouted again.

    "Come with me," an invisible voice whispered in my ear and an 
invisible hand started to tug on my wrist.

    "What about Eric?" I asked, wide eyed with fear.

    "He can take care of himself," the voice answered.

    "No," I whined.  "I mean little Eric."

    "He'll be safer where he is than with us for a few months.  
Come on.  We have to hurry."

    "Stop!" the Old One commanded, and I froze despite the tug-
ging on my arm.

    "Go on," Eric laughed.  "He can do nothing to you, little 
one." The invisible hand pulled harder on my arm and my bare feet 
fought to get across the rough ground, Erin's pretty, naked body 
following me.

    "You shall burn a thousand deaths," the Old One said.

    "And you shall be lucky if you don't burn one death right 
this minute," Eric said behind us.

    "I can't be killed by hellfire!" the Old One's voice pro-
claimed.

    "But you can't stop two naked boys from walking out of your 

power!" Eric laughed loudly.

    The hand led me from the meadow we were in through rough 
woods. Branches scratched my naked body in the dark, but I hur-
ried along as fast as I could manage.  Soon, the branches gave 
way to a road which we could see only by the grace of a bright, 
full moon overhead.  There was a covered wagon with two horses 
tied to it there, and the voice told me to get up on the buck-
board.  This was no easy feat, for the buckboard was very high 
for a boy my size, but invisible hands pushed my small butt up 
and I sat down, immediately sliding over to give room for Erin 
who came up right behind me.  We sat there, naked and shivering, 
our bodies still covered with all the muck they had thrown on 
them, but at least we were away from the men who meant to kill 
us.

    One of the horses behind us whinnied and I turned to see it 
untie itself and its saddle moving as if a body were crawling up 
into it.  A couple of feet above the saddle, Jonathan's face 
appeared smiling, but full of fear.  "Well, we got this far," he 
said to us.

    Eric burst onto the road suddenly and ran to the wagon.  He 
quickly pulled himself up beside me and grabbed the reigns, 
immediately slapping the team ahead into action.  The horses 
broke out in a quick and rapid gallop down the road, causing Erin 
and my naked bodies to bounce up and down frightfully.

    We rode for about a half hour before Eric slowed the team and 
led it down a small hill.  Below us in the moonlight, there was a 
large, deep pool with a waterfall up above it and I gradually 
recognized that it was the same warm springs where Eric Thorne 
and I had first made love two weeks earlier.

    "Alright," Eric grinned.  "You two get down there and get 
cleaned off and be quick about it.  Those men aren't going to 
stop chasing you just because we stood them off once."

    Nervous and afraid, Erin and I jumped down from the wagon and 
walked down to the water.  The night air seemed frightfully cold 
and we walked with our arms wrapped about our skinny chests, 
shivering.  As I had remembered, however, the water in the pool 
was warm and we both crawled into it with soft, boyish sighs of 
pleasure.  We both helped each other rub the goop from our naked 
bodies, but we were in a hurry and were still very frightened.  
Neither of us got an erection and neither made any real effort to 
excite the other, though Erin did use the occasion to fondle my 
little penis and smooth underarms again.

    Our naked bodies, dripping wet, ran back up to the wagon 
getting cold again in the night air.  "Crawl into the back," Eric 
told us, and we obediently jumped up into the back of the wagon.  
Soft, plush, silk pillows were laid out all across the wagon's 
floor, feeling so soft that Erin and I both couldn't help but 
giggle as our naked bodies lay down on top of them, our young 
penises rubbing against the ticklish fabric.  The wagon started 
out immediately and Erin and I slowly gravitated toward each 
other.  Our young flesh was still wet, but it felt good to feel a 
boy holding me again.  We would have made love, but we were both 
tired and neither of us got an erection.  After a long while of 
riding and holding the naked boy beside me, I fell asleep still 
thinking about how horrible the night had been and worrying about 
Eric Thorne.