Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 09:12:38 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 08/14 (Adult Youth)

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THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on January 20th, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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EIGHT - Two rather different couples

At the end of their first day at the camp, when they had carried out all
their duties, Augustin went to look for the captain.

"May I talk with you, se–or?"

"Of course, Augustin. What's up?"

"I wanted to thank you, se–or."

"What for, boy?"

"To have allowed us to come with you."

"My men made the decision. I only ratified it."

"But you had a man favorable to us speak last... a good tactic to
positively influence your men..."

The captain looked at him, getting curious at the unexpected sharpness
of the boy but, serious, said, "It was pure chance - I made them talk in
the strict alphabetical order of their names." he retorted.

"But not of their family names. Anyway, you said we have to be
considered as equals to all the other men here..."

"Of course, but not out of a particular liking or partiality. On the
contrary, rights and duties of my men have to be balanced as well as
possible. It is just a question of fairness."

"You could have just decided not to take our request into consideration,
se–or, and instead you seriously listened and valued it."

"My only worry is caring for the wellbeing of my men, of these men whose
responsibility I have."

"Yes, it is right, se–or. This is why all of them follow you without
problems. The value of a community, of any kind, can be judged by the
atmosphere that reigns in it. And this depends for a great part on who
leads it. And here, there is a very good atmosphere."

"I'm glad about that."

"But... are you happy with me, se–or? With my work?"

"If I weren't, you would be the first to know."

"Thank you, se–or. May I go, now?"

"If you have nothing else to tell me, you can leave."

The boy saluted and went to the tent that had been assigned to him. The
captain decided that the two boys had to sleep one in the tent they used
as infirmary and the other in the kitchen tent. This way, he didn't have
to move any of his men and at the same time he facilitated, without
attracting too much attention and without being accused of partiality,
the desired moments of intimacy of the two couples.

Augustin went into the infirmary tent, lit the lamp and started to make
an exact inventory of all the material that he had at his disposal. He
was finishing up the list on a sheet when the entrance curtain moved
aside and Neil peeped in.

"May I enter?" the man asked.

"You ask me?" the boy asked, brightening in a tender smile.

"Of course, here, you are the boss..." the man said going in and carefully
closing the tent flap and hooking it at the other one.

"If there aren't wounded or ill men, just come in without asking. I was
longing to see you... alone..."

"Look, I and my friends found a combat dress for you. It should fit you
rather well, even though it would be a little big. We don't have any of
your size."

"Thank you. You can put it on my folding bed."

"On the bed? I hoped you wanted to use the bed for... something else."

"Put it elsewhere, then..."

"But do you want?" the man asked.

"What a question, Neil! If I didn't want to do it do you think I asked
the captain to..."

"The captain said we both have to agree to do it."

"You know how much I want it."

"But now that you are one of us, you can also tell me no. Did you think
of it?"

"No, I didn't. Because the idea of saying no to you didn't even enter my
mind, rather... I was longing for you too... for us to be alone. But
wouldn't it be better, for that, if we waited for the dead of the
night?"

"It would be enough if we go on the bed behind that folding screen, so
that even if somebody came in... Don't you want to do it?"

"I want it, I want it... since I was sitting near you on the truck. You
can't imagine how difficult it was for me not to touch you..."

"I can surely imagine it, as I too had difficulty to not touch you..."

"So, then... come. It would be better if we blow out the lamp, I wouldn't
like us to give a Chinese shadow show against the tent fabric while we
fuck." the boy said, giggling.

He stood up from the table, took the hand of the mercenary and led him
behind the folding fabric screen where there were two beds side by side.
Neil turned off the lamp hanging at the tent pole, pulled the boy to
himself and the boy happily took refuge in his strong arms. They kissed
deeply, for a long time.

"Are you happy, Augustin?"

"Yes..." gurgled the boy with a merry smile, starting to open the man's
combat dress.

When the fingers of the handsome boy brushed his naked chest, Neil
shuddered with pleasure. The man grabbed the boy's T-shirt and took it
off. Augustin raised his arms to facilitate the task. They gradually
undressed each other with feverish gestures, alternating the work of
their hands with long kisses increasingly filled with passion and
desire.

Neil bent down to suck the nipples of the boy who, in a tender gesture,
passed his hand through the short hair of the man. Then the man searched
in the pocket of his combat dress that was piled up on the ground, took
out the small Vaseline box and a condom, and gently pushed Augustin onto
one of the two small beds.

"We will be crowded on here, but..." the man whispered while preparing
himself.

"So much the better, isn't it?" the boy murmured in answer waiting for
him, totally naked, on the bed.

Neil lay on top of the boy's body. Augustin tightly embraced the man and
felt the weight of his strong body on him like something very beautiful.
He spread his legs so that Neil could wedge himself between them, then
raised and wrapped them around the mercenary's waist.

"Take me, Neil... make me feel I am still yours..."

"Goodness, I was longing for this..." the strong and yet slender man
sighed, fully excited.

Augustin felt the man's strong rod brush against him and shuddered,
foretasting the moment when that hose of firm flesh would finally slip
inside him, giving him supreme pleasure. Neil, brushing against him as
if he was taking him with a slow back and forth, gradually moved his
knees at the sides of the boy's pelvis, so leading his rod towards the
coveted goal. Augustin sighed, low and light, caressing the sides and
the back of the man.

"Fuck me, Neil!"

"With pleasure, my boy. With real pleasure."

"Do you like me?"

"More would be impossible."

"I'm dying with desire, do you know that?"

"I feel it, I know it... And I too am."

"Yes, I too can feel it. Go on... take me!"

"In a while I will be all yours..." the man whispered, putting his strong
pole on the shuddering small hole. He then asked, "Are you ready?"

"Never been more ready. I have been waiting too long for this moment."

"Who are you telling it to... Here I am, boy..."

"Finally..." Augustin sighed, feeling dilated and invaded by the man's
strong rod.

While receiving inside himself the quivering flesh of the man, the boy
relaxed totally. He felt it glide inside the tight and warm channel,
with calibrated slowness and the right vigour. The man felt the boy
opening totally for him, welcoming him. They both, while the relentless
penetration was completing, held their breath; when the strong and
sinewy thighs of the man were strongly pressed against the firm and
small buttocks of the boy, they both exhaled a low and long sigh.

"Welcome home, Neil..." the boy murmured.

The man lowered and kissed him deeply. The boy greedily returned that
long and intimate kiss. The Neil started to slowly withdraw from the
tight sheath that had just welcomed him, then to sink in it again with
controlled energy. His well-calibrated back and forth, was sharpening
the boy's pleasure in an incredible way.

"Oh, Neil, yes, so... Neil... Neil... Neil..." the boy murmured with each
stroke, savouring at the same time the firm consistency of the strong
rod moving into him, and the sweet ringing sound of the man's name.

"I like doing it with you so much, Augustin." He said. And then the
mercenary repeated it with an increasingly raucous voice of pleasure,
going on to hammer inside the welcoming little ass of the boy.

"My god, Neil, if you go on so you will make me come too fast..." the boy
almost moaned after a few minutes.

The man then stopped, but made his strong rod palpitate several times
inside the boy.

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes..."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes..."

"It's all yours, do you know it?"

"Yes..."

"Now that I have you... I don't need anything else..."

"Now that you have me, will you look for other boys anymore?"

"Never again, I swear."

"Don't swear! It's enough that you say you won't try."

"But I am certain I will never again look for anybody else."

"None of us knows the future. What if instead it happened?"

"And if it happened?"

"I would try to understand."

"But it will not happen..."

"Go on... you can restart, now... I cooled down a little..."

Neil resumed hammering into the tight and hot deepness of the boy with
renewed energy and a strong mutual pleasure.

"How could I desire another boy, as long as I have you?" the man
whispered, unconsciously increasing the vigor of his strokes.

A light breeze started to blow, slipping under the flaps of the tent and
gently caressing the two naked bodies that were tossing in unison on the
narrow bed of the infirmary. Augustin closed his eyes and imagined they
were lying on the grass, in the open, and that intercourse became even
more beautiful. And then happened that mysterious alchemic reaction that
at times is triggered between two bodies interlaced in a love
relationship - the strength of the man transfused into the boy, and the
boy's sweetness into the man, so that, almost as osmosis, something new
took shape in both of them quite similar to the philosophers' stone that
has the miraculous power to transform lead into gold.

For Augustin it was all new and incredibly beautiful, and so also for
Neil.

The mercenary had had his first sexual intercourse when he was just
twelve years old, when three fourteen year old boys of a neighbourhood
gang, lured him into a basement and took advantage of him. They didn't
really rape him, at least not in the way and in the meaning that one
usually gives to this term. They didn't tie him up, or immobilize or
menace him... They simply coaxed him. They told him that if he wanted to
become a member of their gang he had to overcome a difficult test
without complaining, and to show them he was already man enough to not
even whimper about the least pain...

Neil felt pain; with three boys fucking him one after the other in a
fast succession, he felt much pain... but he didn't whimper, he didn't
oppose them, he swallowed his tears with proud dignity. But then, when
it was all over, when the three adolescents had relieved their desires
and Neil said, aching but proud, that he was now one of them, they made
fun of him and told him to disappear. This, the betrayed trust - hurt
him much more than the three poles that had hammered in him for a long
time when so soiling his virginity.

Later, when he ran away from home, and he had to prostitute himself in
order to eat, he again knew the negative aspect of sex - that of being
nothing but an object, only a trade object. And when, finally grown
older, to get the respect of the boys of his age, he joined a gym and
underwent a severe training until he had been contacted and proposed to
become a mercenary, and he accepted, sex to him was barely more than a
relief, something that authorized him to take advantage of any boy he
liked who was not able to oppose him... as so many had taken advantage of
him.

For Neil then, the relationship with Augustin was something totally new
also, and incredibly beautiful. He found other boys at times who, being
gay, willingly submitted to his demands. And yet, none of them had been
able to give him what was ŇthisÓ boy was giving him.

The mercenary wasn't thinking about all this while he was finally taking
Augustin again - he was just enjoying the beauty of that moment and how
much Augustin, he too possibly unconsciously, was giving him; and what
the boy was giving him was more than only pure physical pleasure, it was
much more.

For the first time in his life, and in a rather conscious way, his
bigger worry was not to selfishly enjoy without caring about the flesh
in which he was tossing, but to give to Augustin the best of himself to
give him utmost pleasure. Of course, while this gave pleasure to him
too, a strong, beautiful pleasure, it yet came second after that which
he wanted to give to the boy.

A Copernican revolution was happening in the personality of the
mercenary, at least about this point.

At times the man stopped for some moments, to lengthen their mutual
pleasure, as he knew that this was what the boy desired, even though
this was asking him to develop a growing self-control. But a good
mercenary has, as his first asset, a strong self-control.

"Don't stop, now..." the boy murmured as he, even without touching
himself, was feeling close to the final, wonderful explosion of his
senses.

Neil smiled and rode him with a greater energy, without holding back any
more. Augustin soon reached his orgasm, shaking, emitting a long moan
barely checked in his throat - his hole contracted and relaxed several
times vigorously around Neil's strong pole that was still moving inside
him in a virile back and forth. The contractions of the tight hole of
the ex-novice triggered, like in a chain reaction, the man's orgasm, and
with powerful jets he unloaded in the boiling deepness of the boy.

They finally laid down, panting, relaxing little by little, while Neil
kissed Augustin again and again, both abandoned in a sweet languor.

Without parting, the man placed the weight of his body on his knees and
elbows on the fabric of the foldable bed of the infirmary, so as to not
be too heavy on the boy. Raising his body a little but without
interrupting the contact of their naked bodies.

"Oh, Neil..." the boy deeply sighed, "oh, Neil..." he repeated with extreme
tenderness.

"Yes..." the man answered savouring the unsuspected beauty of his name
when uttered by the boy.

"Not even his mother ever pronounced his name with such a sweetness,
Nobody ever had before that moment. And the rude mercenary was totally
conquered by that.

Their breathing had finally resumed a calm and regular rhythm. Their
hearts again resume beating at the usual pace. Their bodies were
enjoying the total relaxation that follows the energy charge that
accumulates during sexual intercourse, and that explodes in the orgasm
in its most magic moment.

"Augustin, why did you decide to come with me, a mercenary? A man who
kills, who raped kids who were crying, who never gave a shit for others?
A man for whom only 'Neil' was important in his life, almost as if all
the others didn't even exist? Why weren't you disgusted with me, and
rather, you gave yourself to me so totally? What can a boy like you ever
find in a man like me?

"The other day I killed a boy in cold blood... a boy of your age... who
resembled you so much that for a moment I thought it was you, or your
twin, or your brother. I killed him... Yes, he was dying anyway, and I
possibly shortened his agony, but not out of pity, not for humanity, no...
only because we never leave any of our enemies alive.

"That after all, they aren't even really our enemies. I don't even know
them. I know nothing about them. Possibly they too had a lover who was
waiting for them, and who cannot even cry over their corpses. One like
you, or me, do you understand? Why did you join me? Go away, as long as
you are in time, Augustin. Go far from me, forget me... Don't I disgust
you, Augustin?"

The boy didn't answer.

"Please... I need to hear it from you, whichever your answer is. I will
accept it, I will respect it... but tell me, do I disgust you, now that
you know?"

Again the boy didn't answer, didn't say a word. Only then did Neil
become aware the Augustin had silently fallen in a deep sleep. He lit
the lamp - the boy was in fact sleeping, a blissful expression on his
beautiful face. He therefore hadn't heard a single word of the
confession. The mercenary carefully covered the sweet naked body with a
blanket, tugging it at his shoulders. He then put on his clothes, wrote
the words Ňsee you tomorrowÓ on a piece of paper that he left on the
table, and silently went away.

Back in his tent he asked himself if it was better that the boy couldn't
hear his words, but he was not able to give himself an answer. Anyway,
that confession, even though unheard, had been good for him. He fell
asleep quietly and quickly, almost regenerated both by the long and
beautiful love encounter and by that unheard, possibly "useless" but
complete confession.

Joe also, that same night, went to meet Isidro in the kitchen tent, and
after a really good sixty-nine, rode him for a long time, making the boy
go on all fours and kneeling behind him, tightly holding him at his
waist, hammering into him with a will and with mutual, strong pleasure.
Then, after they both came, still naked, they relaxed. Joe smoked a
post-orgasm cigarette, they had chatted and joked, laughed like two old
friends; until Isidro crouched again between the legs of the mercenary
and gave him head until Joe was hard again.

"Aren't you ever sated?" the man asked him, half way between amusement
and pleasure.

"Never enough. Do you know that your cock is fabulous?"

"Yes, I know... Hey, Isidro..."

"What's up, beautiful hunk?"

"Did you ever swallow it?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes."

"Let me do so, then." The boy said with laughing eyes and busied himself
between the strong thighs of the man, doing his best to make him happy.

As he had just come, Joe needed more time to come again. Isidro was
feeling his jaws ache a little for that long service, but he wanted the
man to reach another orgasm. He kneaded his balls with his hands,
alternating the right amount of pressure and gentleness, he caressed the
inner side of his thighs, at times brushed his erect and hard nipples.

Joe abandoned himself back on the folding bed and spread his legs to
give an easier access to the boy and was enjoying his ceaseless work.

Isidro then started to search between the thin but firm buttocks of the
man until he found the anus and then he started to tease it with his
fingers, wetting them with some saliva that he let drop out of his lips,
without abandoning the beautiful flesh sausage... Joe moaned, without
escaping the inquisitive finger of the boy. Isidro, each time he made
the swollen glans slip to his throat, pushed his finger in a little
more, until he managed to insert its tip in the tight and previously
inviolate hole of the man, overcoming its instinctive resistance.

Joe was so horny at that point that he didn't oppose the invasion that,
in different conditions, would have made him jump up angered, at
something he would have felt was a menace to his virility. Without
anybody having taught him, each time that Isidro made the swollen glans
of Joe reach his throat, instinctively did as he had to to swallow and
this increased the already strong pleasure of the man incredibly. Each
time the boy could push his finger forward a few millimetres more,
invading with painstaking slowness and caution, but relentlessly, the
still unconquered fortress.

Finally the whole finger of the boy was totally inside the extremely
tight and hot hole and, without Isidro knowing anything about the
prostate or about the effect that it has when skilfully massaged, passed
his finger on it and this triggered in Joe, already fully aroused, a
second and incredibly strong orgasm. Isidro swallowed, jet after jet,
all the manly liquor that the man was giving him, almost with greedy
gluttony, increasing, if possible, the pleasure of the strong mercenary.

When the boy had finally extracted the last precious droplet, savouring
its strong and creamy taste, he slowly let the vigorous and firm rod of
the man slip away from his mouth, sucking it some more. Then, wiping his
lips with the back of his hand, raised his flushed face to look at the
body of the man who was still tossing for the last contractions of the
orgasm, even though he had been totally drained. Isidro felt proud of
his work, almost like an artist who is contemplating his master work.

After a moment of silence broken only by the loud panting of Joe, the
man sat up again on the bed.

"Wow, my boy, you are fantastic" Christ, do you know that I never
enjoyed anything so violently? You deserve a prize... what do you want?"

"You already gave me my prize, first coming into my ass then inside my
mouth."

"Oh, really? But you deserve more. Tell me what do you want, and if I
can..."

"Teach me to shoot, I too want to become a mercenary..."

"For that you have to ask the permission of the captain, I can't decide
myself. Ask me something I can do..."

"Anything?"

"If it depends only by me telling you a yes or a no... yes, anything."

"Nobody ever put it in your ass, right?"

"No, never anybody. Why?"

"Because... I would like to be the first to do it..."

The man's face grew dark.

Then the boy hurriedly added, "Only if someday you decide you will try.
If you don't feel like it... you just don't feel like. But if you fancied
it... I want to be the first one to do it."

Joe's face softened, "At these conditions... yes. I promise that if one
day I will feel like, I will ask to you to do so and nobody else."

"That's enough." the boy said, getting up.

Joe stretched out a hand and pulled him back to himself, "Do you know
that you are a real piglet? All but a friar, you!"

Isidro laughed, "No more and no less a piglet than you, Joe. You like
what you do to me, and also what I do to you, isn't it so?"

"Sure, I like it!"

"The same here."

"More than with those friars?"

"Much, much more! You at least, afterwards, don't pretend to be ashamed.
Moreover you have a body to make a god envious."

"Also your god?" the mercenary asked, ironically.

"My God doesn't have a body, therefore..."

"But doesn't your god say that what you and I do is a sin?"

"No, it is not him who ways so, only his priests... even if they then do
it too."

"Now I have to go, Isidro. I promised my tent mates I will be the fourth
for a poker game." the man said standing up from the boy's folding bed.

"Don't gamble away your pay, soldier."

"Of course not," the mercenary answered starting to dress, "the captain
forbade us to play for money. Therefore we just bet small things, like
cigarettes or chocolate bars."

"Will you teach me to play poker... and to smoke?"

"To play poker, willingly, but not to smoke, as I wish I would be able
to stop. If you listen to me, you don't even try. Keep yourself sound
and healthy, listen to me, Isidro."

"Tomorrow will you come again to fuck me?"

"You can bet on it, handsome. Bye, see you tomorrow."

"Do you really think I'm handsome?" the boy asked him with a coquettish
expression, stopping his dressing and looking at him.

"Handsome and arousing, Isidro. And... I'm getting more and more
convinced, a lot better than any girl."

"And you are a real man, Joe. Yes, undoubtedly, a real man!"

Joe winked to him and went out of the tent-kitchen. When he was outside
he stretched, fully satisfied by the session of sex he just had with
that hot boy. And to himself he said, "Yes, I'm totally a faggot... and I
like it! Christ, if I don't like it!"

Back in his tent, Joe was feeling in such very good form that he won
almost all the poker games. And that night he too slept serene and
relaxed like his friend Neil, even though, in part, for different
reasons.

They camped there for five days, carefully preparing for the next
mission that would be assigned to them. A good mercenary has to always
be well fit, and always ready to leave with the least alert, and the
team of Captain Sanders was one of the best amongst all those that were
on the pay book of the government.

Finally, the order of departure came and the goal of the new mission.
The camp was dismantled in record time and the column of the mercenaries
got off to their new destination. While the jolting trucks  were
approaching the fixed point, Neil was giving instructions to Augustin.

"When the action starts, you have to stay here in the truck. Lie down on
the bottom and don't move until we are back or until you receive the
order to abandon your place. Don't lean out of the truck walls, and take
care not to be seen. The action will not take place quite so close to
our vehicles, but not far enough either to be sure that a wandering
bullet can't reach the place where we leave them."

"Do you have an idea about how long it will last?" the boy asked trying
not to let out his worry show.

"Not really. It depends on how much resistance we will meet, how they
are armed, by... a lot of factors. It could last a little less than an
hour or else a lot of hours."

"But shouldn't I too come with you? If some of you were wounded..."

"You will eventually treat them when we will come back and bring him
with us. No, you should not come." The man dryly answered stressing that
'not'.

Augustin told himself that waiting there, alone, lying on the bottom of
the truck, would be harder than being present at the clash. But he also
well knew that the orders are not to be discussed... somewhat similar as
it happened at the abbey. How far away the life he led between those
sacred walls seemed now to him, even though it was just a few days since
he abandoned them.

When the column stopped, the men quickly, but in order and in silence,
got out of the vehicles. They gathered around the captain's jeep while
he explained them how he intended to carry out the mission. Then, in
small groups, they dispersed with needed caution into the thick of the
trees.

Soon Augustin was alone. He knew that in another truck there was also
Isidro, who had to wait there like him. The captain allowed Joe's
companion to begin training with the men, both to physically strengthen
himself, then to learn the use of the weapons. Isidro had asked Augustin
why he didn't want to become a mercenary also.

Augustin answered him, "Because I could never kill another human being.
I can't and I don't want to. Life is sacred."

"Life is... life. It starts and it ends when it wants."

"It could be as you say. But even if it ends when it wants, I don't want
it to be me who puts an end to one. No man should think he has the right
to determine the death of another man."

"If you think so... you should not have joined the mercenaries." His
companion retorted.

"I joined Neil, not the mercenaries."

"Some day you will explain me where the difference is as I am not able
to see it." Isidro said.

Augustin understood that, in a sense, his friend was partly right. And
he wasn't able to give an answer to his implicit question. And yet, he
felt he was right.

While he was turning these thoughts over in his mind, he waited,
flattened between the truck seats. Then a new thought, weirdly for the
first time, hit his mind - what if Neil didn't come back alive from that
mission?

For the first time after many days, he prayed in his heart, "I don't
know, Lord, if you are happy with me or not... possibly not. But now, I
pray that you will listen to me - protect Neil so that nothing bad
happens to him. Let him come back to me safe and sound, I ask you this
not for my merits, as I think I have very few of them, but because of
your infinite mercy and goodness. I beseech you, my Lord and my God, I
pray you hear my prayers... I pray you... I pray you..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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