Date: Sat, 16 Jan 1999 21:36:03 PST
From: Zzathras Baggins <zzathras@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Troupe chapter 2 the palace / the first night (M/b)

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Sorn sat at his table reviewing everything for the next day. He was nervous
and excited. Tomorrow would be a big day. Everything had to be perfect and
he knew his boys would do him proud.

"Next!" Aliya called out from the other end of the table. Drew hopped down
with his new servants garb on.

"Like it Sorn?" He asked. He was dressed in a sky blue shirt tied at the
waist with a purple sash. He wore skin tight leotards that showed off his
incredible backside in ways that would make a grown man blush.

"WOW. Alyia, are you certain that they want these boys dressed like this?"
Sorn could not take his eyes off the angel in front of him.

"Yes, the queen wants the boys to take the visitors minds off the little
harlots that they usually want. She's afraid if they bring in the sluts
then her darling husband will spend the entire wedding banging them in the
closets."

"So she wants the boys to service the men?" Sorn's question got every boy's
attention.

"Yes." Was all she said.

"That wasn't part of the deal!" Fred stood up. He wasn't going into the
castle, but he didn't like the idea of his friends dealing with the men
inside.

"You want to do this or what?" She stood up. "It aint like most of you
haven't had one in your mouth or ass or both before." She glanced at Sorn
who had Joshua standing next to him. "I have it on authority that the
visiting guests wants to have a party. Last time they were here they paid
the little whores they invited very well. Also if you fuck their brains out
until they are passed out exhausted and drunk then you will have an easy
time picking them clean."

"Sorn?" Fred looked to his mentor. The boys would do anything he said. Even
this.

"I wont make anyone do this if they don't want to. Volunteers only. Just
think about what she said. Passed out pricks are easy scores. We could
steal them blind and be gone before the sun rises."

"I dunno." Samson moaned. "I sucked a couple stuck ups before I came here,
but I aint never took it up my hole 'afore."

Four of the boys marked for the inside agreed. After all they all had done
it at one time or another. Two were still virgins in that respect.

"Sorn, you have to get them all ready for the night of the wedding. If they
go in unprepared, those pucker faced fops will hurt them bad and enjoy
every minute of it."

"What do you mean?" Fred asked.

"I think Sorn is going to be very tired the next couple days." She smiled
as she started fitting the next, naked lad into his tights.


The next day Sorn found himself surrounded by strangers. Six clean and
uniformly dressed boys in blue shirts and flesh colored tights. They looked
nearly naked in their outfits. The remaining six were dressed in a variety
of outfits that looked quite garish and out of place on their thin
frames. The only thing was that they all looked entirely too thin and
malnourished to be as rich as they were playing. Sorn counted on them
sneaking in with the crowds and the fact that the adults never paid much
attention to youngsters. They would be inside the biggest party by mid
morning and picking pockets and lifting purses the moment they were
inside. He reminded Fred to keep it light and not get greedy. The moment
they had a couple scores each they would disappear and head back to the
hideout.

Dawn found the seven standing at the gate to the castle being inspected by
the house mistress. She was quite demeaning and rude. Sorn was proud that
his boys kept their tongues as she inspected each of them thoroughly.

"Each of you boys will be assigned to a member of the visiting party. You
will serve their every need and desire as long as they are here. No matter
what they want or when they want it you will provide it for them. If any of
my guests are in the least way displeased you will be strapped then removed
from the premises without pay. If you serve adequately you will be paid
three coppers a day. If the guests are pleased with you and I am as well
you will receive a bonus of five coppers."

Turning to Sorn she looked him up and down in his crisp blazer and snug
black pants. "You are to be in charge of all the boys hired for this
event. You come with good references and I hope you live up to those. You
will see to it the boys are doing their duty as they are expected and keep
them inside their quarters if they aren't serving their guest. Should any
of them deserve punishment for their actions, you will administer
it. Should any of the boys be caught stealing you will loose your
hand. Your pay will be one silver per day and a bonus if they all perform
their duties to my satisfaction and that of my guests, then you will
receive three silver as a bonus."

"I understand. These boys I know personally and they will perform to the
best of their ability." He bowed to the woman.

"I certainly hope so. You will also have ten others to be minding. You all
will remain on the premises until the morning after the wedding, when the
visiting dignitaries leave for their own homes. Your quarters will be in
the south wing, near the visitors quarters. See to it that the boys are
ready at a moments notice to be of assistance for their guest."

The troupe was lead to the south wing of the castle. It was a stunning
wing. Sorn expected to be housed in a dark and cold wing somewhere under
the stables. The room that would house the boys and himself was spacious
and held three rows of cots. Little else decorated the room and he was
instructed to remain there with the boys until they all arrived and then
they would be given a tour of the premises.

The remaining ten lads arrived in ones and twos. They all looked in awe and
excited or frightened. None of them had actually been inside a mansion much
less a castle like this one.  wasnt going inside but he was definatley not
liking the situation.heheheh


"Sorn, Bring the boys for the tour." The mistress stood next to
Alyia. "Alyia here will conduct the tour. The boys will know the layout of
the premises by noon so that they might effectively service their guests."

Alyia nodded to Sorn and led them all on a tour. She never once indicated
she knew either him nor the boys.

As the day matured to noon, they had covered the majority of the castle and
it's grounds. The boys Sorn brought studied the entirety with professional
eyes that sought secrets and planned in ways that would bring them closer
to their goal. Sorn was hard pressed to be patient with the striplings that
he had just met. They were wide eyed and easily distracted by the beauty of
their new surroundings.

"Sorn!" Lydia, the mistress called tot hem as they marched to their
room. "I have a list of the boy's assigned guests. Shall I read it off to
you?"

"Perhaps I should take it with me to study mistress Lydia."

"Can you read?" She looked incredulous.

"It would be difficult to study such a list if I could not." HE smiled at
her.

"Indeed it would. Well then, here it is. Don't loose it. The first of the
guests will arrive at the stroke of noon. Have all of them lined up at the
front of the Castle. As the guest is introduced to their highness's you
will send the appropriate lad to them. Should any of the guests express an
interest in having a different boy, then make the changes accordingly. If
one is already in the company of a dignitary, just bow and say 'That boy is
already with' whomever it is the boy is assigned, 'I would be happy to see
if he could be reassigned if you like.' Then bring the request to me. I
will deal with it from there."

"I understand."

"Good. Now there is something I think you should know. Several of the
visiting party have what could only be described as exotic tastes in their
choices for bed partners."

"Exotic?" Sorn knew exactly what it was she was inferring.

"Well let's just say that the visiting prince is the one who designed the
uniforms the boys wear. He thought they would be cute in these
outfits. Personally I think it is scandalous. They look almost naked. In
fact it would be preferable if they were."

"Is it true that the Queen herself requested only serving boys for the
festivities?" Sorn fished for gossip.

"Yes it is." Lydia left it at that.

"How should I handle it if the guest desires the lads to perform some
unusual duties?"

"Then they are to perform it. The queen has stated that, and I quote, 'if
the princes party wants to fuck every boy ion this castle it will be as
they desire.' She wants them to be happy and satisfied in every way with
their visit here."

"Oh My." Sorn looked thoughtful.

"What?" The woman inquired.

"I don't know about the other boys, but the ones I brought are definitely
not prepared for such involvement."

"You will see to it they are prepared to perform whatever the guest
wants. If you need I know someone that can bring up some items that can
help in that preparation."

"It might be necessary. I will see to it that the boys are prepared as soon
as possible. If I had know earlier I might have been more prepared."

"Tonight I don't think that any of those services will be required. Usually
after such a journey the guests will be exhausted and fall directly asleep
after a large dinner and a couple bottles of wine."

"I will do my best mistress." Sorn bowed slightly.

"Then take the boys to your quarters and keep them there. The items will be
delivered this afternoon."


Sorn spent his time planning in his head and watching the lads in his
charge. They knew their duties and that he was responsible for them. HE
made it quite clear that he would punish them severely if they gave him
reason and he also indicated he would reward them from his own pocket if he
felt they did a good job. The additional services they would perform, he
did not mention. There would be enough time for that this evening.

As he watched one dusky skinned lad, he thought he recognized the way the
boy moved his hands and arms as he dealt cards to his bunkmates in the game
they were playing. Sorn did not know the boy, nor did his lads. Still the
actions sparked a twinkling of remembrance in him.

Soon the brassy sounds of horns echoed throughout the castle.

"It's time boys!" He called. "Get your fannies in gear! We need to be at
the front doors before the first stroke of the noon bell."

Sorn ran the children across the gardens and into the main hall on their
way tot he gate. HE definitely did not want to start this adventure off
badly by being late to the reception.

As the boys lined up shoulder to shoulder, the first tones of the huge
church bells echoed through the city, announcing the arrival of the guests
of the king and queen.

On cue, the first carriage pulled to a alt in front of the gathering and a
servant helped the lady and her gentleman out of the carriage.

The queen greeted her guest and Sorn glanced at his list. "Carp! He
whispered to the first boy in the line. "Is that really your name?" He
asked.

The boy nodded, wide eyed at the rich people he never dreamed of being so
close to.

"For the time here, your name is Carl. NOT Carp. Understand Carl?"

The boy nodded and Sorn sent him to take his place by the Baron of
Gelfhiem. Sorn made a quick note in his list and carefully watched the lad
as he took a large bag that was set on the ground and followed his guest to
their quarters.

The entire procession of barons, princes, dukes and the like passed before
the dwindling line of boys and soon the dusky lad stood in turn waiting for
his assignment.

"Garth, Go lad." Sorn watched the lithe boy slip up next to his guest like
a thief in the night. Sorn knew then. He did not like what he knew.

"Sorn? What's wrong?" Louie asked with a straight face.

"Nothing of matter lad." The man felt the muscles in his shoulders tense as
his rage built to new levels.


Throughout the dinner and reception, Sorn made it a quiet point to be as
close to the lad named Garth as possible without drawing attention to the
fact he was close to murder. During a lull in the festivities, he caught
the house mistress' attention and had a quick word with her.

"Mistress, I have reason to believe one of the boys is a thief."

"Has he taken anything?" She asked. He could see ho outward sign of her
displeasure but he could see in her eyes that she was not pleased.

"No. I believe he is a boy that filched my own purse last spring. He looks
much different than he did then. He has grown significantly."

"Keep a close watch on him young man, your hand is at stake if he gets away
with anything."

"If I find he has taken anything what should I do to keep my hand?"

"If you find this out bring him directly to me and I will see to it you
keep your hand. If he succeeds and escapes you will face me. Is that
understood?""

"Yes mistress." Sorn bowed to the lady who smiled cheerfully in his face
before mingling again.


As predicted the night was short and the guests were worn from their
journey. All retired early and the boys returned to their quarters well
before the tenth hour.

"Take off your clothes!" Sorn commanded. He stood next to his bed with a
large package on it and an old woman standing there waiting to wash their
uniforms. "Dalla here will wash them and return them before the dawn.

With a little grumbling and blushing each boy brought his uniform to the
old woman and returned to their beds. Most covered up quickly but a few
didn't bother.

When the old woman left, Sorn ordered all the boys to sit on the cool floor
at his feet.

"I know you all did a good job today. The house mistress wants me to extend
her gratitude at helping the king and queen make a fine first impression at
this event." All the little faces beamed in pride.

"Now I must instruct you all in the additional duties that you will be
expected to perform."

"Additional?" A small voice asked.

"Yes. I cant put it any simpler than this." He took a deep breath and
spilled it to them. "Some or all of you will find your assigned guest may
wish to bugger you before the event has finished."

A sea of wide eyes greeted him.

"No way!" Garth stood up.

"Yes. I am to see to it that each of you are ready at any moment to take a
cock up your ass or in your mouth to please one of the visitors."

"I aint no queer! No fop is holing my butt!"

"Garth, you will do whatever you are ordered to. If the entire guest list
wants to fuck you then you will smile and bend over the nearest table. I
didn't say you have to like it. But I need this job as much as you do and I
wont have you getting me fired."

"So? I can get along without this job."

"Then I will have you thrown in the dungeon for the next five days and the
guards can screw you to their hearts content and you wont make a single
copper penny. If you do this you could make fourteen copper coins in
pay. That don't include tips. I hear they paid the last bunch of girls that
serviced them a couple silver each for their holes." The other boys perked
up some at the thought of silver.

"I don't know. It hurts. That much I do know."

"That's why I have this here." Sorn opened the package. It held fifteen
long carved ivory phallic toys of differing sizes. Most were man sized, a
couple small as a boys, and one immense, almost two feet in length and as
thick as Sorn's forearm. Every eye in the room grew wide as the man lifted
monster dildo up. "Well I don't think this one will be of use to us." The
boys all giggled in relief. "I will start with the smaller sizes and as
each of you get used to it I will put a larger one in your bum's until your
stretched out good. We will try too keep you stretched as much as possible
so that if your asked to bend over it wont hurt so much."

Choosing a size that he thought appropriate, Sorn looked Garth square in
the eye and said "You first."

"I gotta go take a dump." The boy made for the corner with the bucket and
curtain.

"Don't worry about it boy. Just get over here and bend over my lap. I
promise to go slow. Who knows? With this small of a rod, you might enjoy
it." He tried to look friendly but stern.

"I really gotta shit Sorn!" Garth was growing agitated.

"NOW!" Sorn bellowed so loud every body jumped.

Meekly the child mouse walked over to the man and bent over his lap.

"Now boys, the most important thing is to use some sort of slippery
substance to make the man's thing go in smoothly. Without it, no matter how
big your butt is, it will hurt like hell when it goes in." Sorn stuck his
fingers in his mouth and slicked them up with his saliva.

"Spit works. The slippery stuff that oozes out of a man's tool when it is
hard works great too. Otherwise, if you can get some lard or oil of some
sort. NOT lamp oil. It will hurt the man and you." Sorn began to slip his
finger into the boy's exposed backside and slowly fuck the boy with his
hand. "Get it all over his rod or if you slick your but or another boy's
up, make sure you get it in deep so the man can slide in smooth and easy."

As he spoke Sorn pushed deeper into the small rectum he possessed. He knew
he would find something up there. He just didn't know when or what.

"Now, I have one finger up him I will let his bumm relax and enjoy it for a
minute before I stick two inside." As he probed deep into the bowels of the
boy the man could feel the boy's erection stabbing him in the thigh.

"As you can see, He's getting aroused by this whole thing. Some people like
this sort of thing and if it is done properly it does not have to hurt."
Sorn struck gold as his finger went in almost as far as it would
go. Literally.

Digging deep and hard, Sorn hooked his finger around the coin he found
lodged in the child's rectum and pulled it free with force before standing
up and dumping Garth on the floor. "What the fuck is this!?" He growled at
the small lad.

"I don't know!" Garth whined in terror. He knew he was busted.

"Really? Did the fuck fairy come along and stick it up your ass while you
were asleep? Did it just magically appear inside your shitter? I know where
you got this an I am NOT going to loose my hand to a little thief!" Sorn
grabbed the panicking boy by his hair and dragged him out of the room while
ordering the others to stay put and get into their beds immediately.


"Sorn, it this what I think it is?" The mistress asked in a calm and even
voice as her eyes flashed anger at the disturbance at her door.

"Yes mistress. I was preparing the boys tonight as instructed and I found
this boy had secreted a gold coin inside himself."

"Really? What do you have to say in your defense young man?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Did not mean to? You did not mean to steal from a guest of their
majesties? Did not mean to insert a large gold coin inside yourself where
it would most likely not me discovered?"

"Please! I wont do it again! Ever!"

"After I am through with you young man, you most likely wont." She took the
two into her quarters and ordered Sorn to clean his hand and the coin with
perfumed soap before they went to disturb the duke of horn keep.


"What is the meaning of this?" The duke was a young man. Clearly he
inherited the title rather than earning it. Also he was angry at his sleep
being interrupted.

"Many apologies your grace," The lady bowed low as did Sorn. "We have
reason to believe this boy has taken some of your property."

"WHAT!?" The duke was inscenced.

"Are you by chance missing any money?" She got to the heart of the matter
quickly to let the man get on with his sleep.

Soon the Duke was rummaging through his purse counting carefully each
coin. "Yes. One large gold coin. One from our realm, at least twice the
size of one of your common gold coins. It bears our kings likeness on one
side and the kings device upon the other."

"Is this it by chance?" The lady extended her hands with the coin wrapped
carefully in a silk handkerchief.

As he opened the wrap the duke turned five shades of red. "Yes by damn it
is! How did the little whore get out of here with it? There was no way he
could have without me seeing it on his body in those tights."

"He inserted it within himself." She informed him.

"What will his punishment be?" HE growled, glaring at the upstart boy.

"It is customary that he receive ten lashes in public in the nude and let
to the streets in the same way."

"We cant bring out the whole castle tonight for that. I suggest you see to
it he is bound outside for the night and we will administer his punishment
after breakfast."

"As you wish Duke Matthew." Sorn and the lady drug the sobbing boy to the
courtyard and she ordered Sorn to tie him well to a bench with his arms
stretched wide and bent over.

"If any of our guests or guard wish to take their pleasures of him they
might find this position helpful." She didn't smile nor scowl. She simply
saw to it the ropes were sufficient to hold the boy and then took her leave
of him.

Sorn returned to the room and took up his duties again. He asked each boy
what size they thought they could handle and then set to his task
gently. Every boy was quiet and conciliatory toward the man as he tried to
give them as much pleasure as he could while sticking the phallus' into
them.

"Sorn?" Willie, the smallest of the boys asked.

"Yes lad?" Sorn paused as he began to slip his finger into he tiny backside
before him.

"What will happen to Garth?"

"He will be strapped publicly come tomorrow and then thrown out into the
streets."

"Will that happen to me?"

"Do you plan on stealing anything?"

"NO WAY! I want to do a real good job and maybe work here all the time."

"Then it wont happen to you. Do a good job and you might get that
chance. You see the risks of that sort of behavior now. It is a hard life,
stealing is only asking for trouble boy. I should know."

"What do you mean?" He turned his little head and looked at the man.

Sorn was caught. HE could feel his own boys eye on him. "My father was a
thief. It only got him grief and misery. If you have this chance to live in
the palace, don't waste it." He hoped his lie went over good.


The following morning the old woman brought the boys their clothes and left
quickly to other duties. Not a word was said as everyone glanced at the
empty bed that had Garth's clothes piled upon it.

The morning meal was served and every boy was close to his assigned Fop as
the queen announced a bit of after breakfast entertainment.

"t seems as a young thief was caught stealing from the good Duke Matthew
last night. If anyone would like to, I invite all my esteemed guests to
witness the punishment that befalls all young thieves in our fine kingdom."
She didn't wait for a response as she stood and made her way to the
courtyard that held the boy.

The courtyard was bright and cheerful as they all filed out to witness the
criminals punishment. Sorn almost felt shame at his part of the boy's
predicament. However he had no choice. If the boy had been discovered in
his thievery and escaped Sorn was not partial to losing hand. The most the
boy would receive is a whipping and public humiliation.

"Sorn!" The queen called.

"Your majesty." Sorn bowed to his bent knee before the spectacularly
dressed woman.

"This boy was in your charge at the time of his actions, was he not?

"Yes majesty." Sorn grew concerned.

"And you were the one who caught him?"

"Yes majesty."

"Then you shall administer his punishment." She handed his a whip and took
her chair with the spectators.

As the guards stood to the side, Garth appeared to him. It was obvious that
he had been the center of attention to a gang bang by the guards the night
before. He was covered in semen and some still dribbled from his quivering
anus.

"Ten lashed Sorn." The queen's strong voice rang out.

Hesitating slightly Sorn realized he had to give it his all or he would
take the boys place on the bench.

Never in his life had Sorn struck a child. Now every lash stung him deep
and made him want to weep as the boy flinched and whimpered at each blow
struck to him.

The boys stood close by. Given a front row view of the proceedings by the
queen, they were to see the fate of any boy caught stealing within the
palace walls.

As the last stroke fell, Sorn dropped the whip into the dew soaked grass.

"Sorn," The queen rose to her feet. "You have done us a service. You caught
and punished a thief as well as returned the property of one of my esteemed
guests. You have my thanks." With that she spun on her heel and strode back
into the castle. The serving boys followed as Sorn was instructed to
deposit the boy out the back of the palace.

As Sorn drug the boy by his hair to the rear of the castle, he fought to
keep his facade of rage on. Yesterday he wanted to commit murder. Now he
wanted to cry. His anger was not directed at this small boy. It was focused
on another.

As the gates parted he took the boy by his armpits ad drew him to eye
level. "Look at em Garth." He shook the boy to get him to respond. "Tell
Julio this is my turf! If he ever sets foot in my zone again, or if he ever
sends one of his pussy boys here again, I will personally cut his throat
and collect the reward on his stinking head. Then I will own his turf as
well as mine. He knows the guild rules as well as I do. The palace is MINE!
I didn't do this to you. Julio did. If you had gotten away last night I
would be disgraced in the guild and I would have lost my hand in the
process. He will deal with me at the tithing. Do you understand?" He
growled low and sinister in the boys face.

"Yea. Your turf. His head." The boy weakly summarized.

"Yup. Now, if you can make it to Druid street go to the healer on the north
side of the healers guild building. He is a friend of mine. HE will take
care of you. Tell him to put it on my tab." Heaving the frail child into
the mud and puddles in the street, Sorn yelled at him, "Get out of here you
miserable thief! If I ever see you again I will personally beat you to
death!" Sorn spun on his heel and strode back into the castle as the doors
slowly swung closed.


End chapter 2 J

Chapter 3 the party.