Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 07:52:33 +0800
From: Trese <trese@bigfoot.com>
Subject: The Seminarian (Returns): 01 (no sex)

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    K a t h a n g  I s i p  L a m a n g  n i  T r e s e

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Disclaimer:

The story you are about read contains gay erotic experiences.
So, if you are not of legal age or your country, religion,
moral universe etc., consider this writings to be perverse,
then I suggest that you should find something else to read.
And, if you should decide to read this type of literature,
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your actions.
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Author's Note:

This story is purely fictional. Any similarities of the
characters, events, plots, etc., of this story to any
individuals, actual events, plots, etc., is purely
coincidental.
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KILT   : The Seminarian (Returns): 01 (no sex)
Author : tReSe
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chapter thirteen


      The sky was enveloped with darkness as the wind gusted
strongly from the West. Thunder roared profusely as light
flashed more rapidly in Hacienda Montevero. Thumping sounds
began to echo as water dropped to the arid soil from heaven.
The tapping rhythm intensified on the roof as the storm
hovered over the hacienda. Then lighting whipped the land
with its deadly tail burning trees and plants on its path.

      Panicking over the sudden outburst of the gods, the men
of Hacienda Montevero rushed their animals to its shelters.
Wheat, rice stalks and others crops swayed violently in every
direction eventually lost its hold on the ground.

      The hellish night soon came to pass as dawn broke over
the horizon and the massive destruction of the beautiful
hacienda was evident. Tried and despondent, the men began
picking up the pieces of what it was left of the land while
others began repairing the damage that the storm bestowed to
the mansion.

      Passing by unnoticed from the men working outside the
house, a young man in tattered clothes dare entered the once
spectacular house. Soaking wet and dragging his feet inch by
inch as he reached the reception area.

      His tired and zombie like eyes roamed around the
magnificent walls that surrounded him. His face was so pale
and skinny and his body seemed so fragile one might think
pigs eat better than he does. As he continued to look at the
splendor before him, a weak smile drew on his lips and after
that he fainted on the floor.

      Several hours later, someone holding an ammonia bottle
to his nose brought him back to consciousness. Though he
could barely keep his eyes open he recognized the guy who
resurrected him before falling back to his slumber.

      All throughout the night, he remained asleep dreaming
that he had finally found the tunnel that would direct him
towards the light. But as he reached the end of the burrow,
all hope fled his being as he saw the bars blocking the exit
that thwarted him from claiming his liberty.

      "NO!" He screamed in anguish.

      His scream frightened the boy watching over him. The
boy ran out of the room and looked for the master of the
house.

      "Master, master..." He panted. "Come quick, something
has happened to our guest!"

      From the outside of the house, the boy held his
master's hand dragging him to the bedroom upstairs.

      "Look, master, look!" The boy pointing at the young
man.

      The man approached the bed and saw that his guest was
crying with his kneels curled up to his chin. He cautiously
sat at the bed looking at his guest.

      Unsure of how to tackle the situation, he slowly
brought his left hand over to the young man's right shoulder.
As soon as his hand touched his guest's shoulder, his guest
moved quickly away from him like some frighten cat.

      "Don't be afraid." He began. "You're safe."

      The young man looked at him then to the boy who
standing outside the door. Fear was painted all over his pale
face.

      "You had a bad dream. It's over. You're safe now." The
host began to say. "Don't you recognized me?"

      The young guest studied the man's face and didn't
recognize who he was. The man tried again to make physical
contact but his guest jumped out of bed and tried to escape
towards the door. The boy was frightened when he saw their
guest headed towards him and ran away. Quickly, the man was
able to grab and lock his arms around his guest's chest. The
young man struggled and wailed trying to escape from the
man's grip.

      While both were struggling, the boy returned bringing
another man with him.

      "Stop it right now! Stop it, Damien!"

      As soon as he heard his name, he came back to senses.


coming soon - chapter fourteen
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I really love to hear what you think of this story. For your
comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms, kindly
email me.

Thanks,
tReSe

web address:   http://www.asstr.org/~kilt
email address: trese@bigfoot.com
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