Date: Fri, 05 Oct 2001 14:21:53 +0000
From: Darren Talbot <davidtalbot50@hotmail.com>
Subject: his eyes, chapter three

His Eyes
chapter 3

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The new boy hugged up against me, I cried. It was so wonderful to see a
familiar face, with pale skin. Speaking my language.

"Oh, Dagdah is merciful!" the boy kept exclaiming. When  he finally settled
down, and I'd pawed at my eyes enough to dry them, we both just sat looking
at each other. He was smaller than me, not as developed, but his eyes were
sharp and alive. The deep green of the grass on the moors. His bright red
hair was matted down from his sleeping.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

I was embarassed not to know. Our village had always just been that, our
village, "I don't remember." I said

He nodded wisely, despite his years, "Yeah. It was like that for me, too,
when I came here."

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

He moved a bit, and pulled the mat away from the wall, where I cold see
little marks. He touched them each in turn with his fingers, then said
"fifty one days."

"What are those?" I asked, scooting closer to them.

"Marks. Each one is a day. If you add them all up, you get fifty one."

I had no concept of what fifty one of something was. I was in awe. This boy
knew how to count, something not even my father had mastered.

"You can count." I said, numbly.

"Yeah. Can't you?" He said.

"No."  I responded.

He put his hand on my shoulder, "It's okay. They'll teach you. They teach
everybody how to count and how to read. I'm getting really good at it." He
said, his chin thrust out, proud of himself.

"We're slaves, aren't we?" I asked. I knew the word, but it was only now
slow dawning on me.

The boy looked away, and nodded, "I'm Balish" he said.

"I'm Hamish." I said.

There was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Nefu. He motioned me to
follow him. I stood and matched my steps to his. Down a huge hallway and
into a small chamber with a bed and a table. There was a man inside, wiry
and with a beard and mustache connected on the sides. He was in a chair,
leaned over the table, a large scroll layed out infront of him. Nefu cleared
his throat, and the man turned. I was struck by how much he looked like
Theodus.

"Ahh, is this the little savage?" He said, not taking his hand away from his
forehead. I suddenly felt very small in my robes.

The man stood and walked to me, "Go, Nefu. I want some time to play with my
Grandfathers now toy." Nefu touched me lightly on the back with his hand as
he left. I felt the small comfort of that. The man was speaking my native
language, as well.  His accent, too, was funny.

He then said something in the other language, motioning me to him. I stepped
closer and he motioned again, this time more impatient. I stepped all the
way up to him. He suddenly shoved his hand down my robe and touched me. His
hand was cold and I was very embarassed that he was touching me there. But I
started to stiffen to his fingers. He smiled a knowing smile and pulled my
robe off of me in one motion. My whole body tensed. Was I about to be
treated like the boy on the barrel?

I was naked before him, but I could see that something was moving under his
own robe. He pulled a pin away from his shoulder and his robe fell away onto
the chair. He was thin and had some hair on his chest, but I found I liked
looking at his body. His cock was stiff and pulsing. His hand gently cupped
my face and he smiled. I could tell in his eyes that he wasn't going to hurt
me if I did what he asked. I saw in myself that I might even like what he
asked.

He gently guided my face to his cock, and I got the idea. I found I wanted
to kiss it on the large, rounded head. His hips spasmed forward at that,
rubbing it on my face. I kissed down the length of it, then licked on it,
finding that I liked the taste of his skin. I kept licking and he was making
a moaning sound, low in his throat. His hand was caressing the back of my
head, and pushing me downward. I parted my lips and slid them onto the head
of his cock.

I found that I liked that very much. The smoothness, the roundness, the
softness of the skin. I liked the way it tasted. I started to move my head a
little and his hips were moving with me. "Careful of your teeth." He said,
and I wrapped my lips around my teeth. Up and down and up and down. I was
feeling a strange feeling in my own cock, stiff and pulsing down below me.
He was pushing on the back of my head and I was having to take his cock in a
little deeper than I wanted, but it was still okay. I gagged a few times,
and he'd let off the pressure.

It was only a few moments before he spasmed, his whole body locking up and
my mouth filled with some liquid. I didn't know what to do, so I pulled
away. A few thin streams of it shot all over my face, warm. I swallowed what
was in my mouth, finding that I liked the taste. He was making a sound
somewhere inbetween pleasure and pain. A grunting groan.

He shot one more thin stream onto the floor, then exhaled loudly. He rubbed
his hand across his belly, then looked at me. He smiled.

"Come here, little one." And I came closer. I felt more comfortable with
him, now. I liked him. He picked up my robe and used it to wipe off my face.
Then, too quickly for me to have any kind of reaction, he leaned in and
kissed me lightly on the lips. I smiled.

"Go climb in the bed. Grandfather will very much enjoy you, but for tonight,
you've earned your keep." He said. He still had my robe, so I walked over to
the bed and climbed up on it. It was thick and cushiony. I was relaxed
instantly, and sound asleep in just moments. There were even pillows for my
head.

I can't be sure, but sometime later, I thought I felt the thick blanket
pulled up over my shoulder, and gently tucked under me.


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*end chapter 3
More to come!

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