Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 18:38:49 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: chipi 5/9

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CHIPI - A.D. 2574
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999 - 2000
Written on December 20, 1994
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAINER

"CHIPI - A.D. 2574" 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 welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 5 - Chipi meets Klare, who gives him the admission test

He ate the new meal. Then, brought the table under the aeration hole and
putting on it the chair, he went back to the bed, made it in a perfect
way then slipped inside the mattress sack from the bottom slowly
slipping inside with small body's contortions, until his body was
perfectly inserted in the empty space he had created.

When he was well settled, he yelled with all his means: "Good by,
Warriors! I'm leaving!" then, perfectly still, waited.

He heard the door opening then a choked exclamation: "Hey, he is not
here any more!"

"Don't bullshit me..." a voice from outside answered.

"He is no more here, I say!"

"Fucking hell, how... Did he flee from there?"

"It's not possible, just his head ccould barely pass through that
hole... it's impossible."

"He disappeared! We must give the alarm!"

"I can you hear Volle now! But how did he escape?"

"I don't know, I can't understand -- he is a devil, that boy! Let's shut
the door with the key, and let's go to call the station master."

They went out. Chipi waited, amused -- it was working. For a moment he
thought to come out again and let himself be found in the cell, but he
decided it was not yet time. He heard them come again. The station
master was furious. He accused the two warriors saying they had left the
door unlocked, they didn't carry out well their watch duty, and the two
sentinels got angry.

"We must throw the alarm, make everybody look for him." The station
master said. They went out again, locking again the door.

Then Chipi little by little slipped out from the mattress. They had shut
off the light. He switched it on again, tidied the bed so that it was
not possible noticing it was empty in its center, sat at the table and
waited. No noise was heard. But after a while he heard excited voices
nearing the room and recognized that of Volle. Smiling, he waited. The
door opened and Volle entered, stopping with a frowning expression.

"What fucking shit were you telling me!?" he exclaimed annoyed.

At his back appeared the faces of the station master and of the two
sentries who looked at him, their mouths agape: "But... he was not here!
He wasn't here!"

Chipi looked at them pretending not to understand: "What's up?" he asked
standing up.

"Where did you go? Where did you hide?" The station master yelled, his
face red.

"Where? Where could I go? I was here all the time, sitting here." Chipi
said angelical.

One of the sentries took him by his collar: "You were not here! How did
you manage to go out then again in? The door was locked! Spit it out!"

"Don't be a dumb ass, you know I could not go out! What joke is this,
are you trying to make me into a fool?" Chipi said.

"There are no possible places to hideout, here. And from here, one can
go out only through the door. Therefore he had to be here." Volle said.

"He - was - not - here! I saw that personally, with my own eyes." The
station master said determinedly.

"But he is here!" Volle said annoyed. Then turned towards Chipi, studied
him and asked: "But... tell me... how did you manage not to be seen from
them when they looked for you? You didn't leave this room, did you? What
did you invent, this time?"

"He was not here, inspector. He was not here!" the station master
insisted.

"Well... I was in the bed." Chipi said.

"No way! The bed was as it is now, if he was on it we couldn't not to
see him. He was not on the bed and neither under it!" one of the
sentries said in anger.

"No, I was not on the bed, I was in the bed." Chipi repeated.

"What are you fucking saying?" the station master asked.

Volle approached the bed, pulled out the cover, noticed the depression
in the center, pushed down with a finger and burst into laughter.

"All right, all right, he was IN the bed! But what did you do with what
you pulled out from here?"

"In the aeration hole..." Chipi said with the expression of an urchin
caught redhanded.

"And why did you do that?" Volle asked cheerfully.

"Well, you see... I was bored, thus..." Chipi said looking at him with a
hesitant air, but laughter in his eyes.

"All right. You will not have any more time to get bored. I talked with
Klare."

"Will he receive me?"

"Yes. It seems that what I told him about you awakened his curiosity.
And he still doesn't know about this last trick. He wants to meet you."

"Now?"

"No, tomorrow. And now it will be better if you came with me, I'll watch
you personally, before you get some new idea. Come."

Chipi followed him and Volle took him into his personal room.

"You really are a terrible boy! You won over chief Duna who is all but a
newcomer, you succeeded in finding me and making me come to you with
that trick of the mice. You went out from here passing from Saint to
Pwertan in less than seven days. You convinced the Pwertans to take you
to our entrance, and now you drove crazy those who had to watch you...
But who are you really?"

Chipi looked at him almost surprised by that question, then answered:
"Chipi, I'm just Chipi. A boy who for the main part of his life suffered
hunger, and learned how to survive."

"But that, in spite of all, didn't lose his good spirits. And this is
not little thing. I can not say why, but I feel you'll become someone."

"I'm already someone, I am Chipi." The boy repeated as if this explained
everything.

"But what do you want from life?" Volle asked him.

"Me? From life? To have a decent life, to live."

"But what do you want to become?"

"A real man, as my Aska was."

"And what is a real man?"

"One knowing himself, and able to look forward. One who knows what his
place is in this world."

"And what is your place in this world?"

"That's what I'm trying to understand. I'm still so young. I will
perhaps understand it little by little, at least I hope so."

"How does one manage to know himself?"

"One has to test himself, and be honest with himself, recognizing his
limits but trying to overcome them, at least this is what I think."

Volle was feeling an evident pleasure talking with Chipi, asking him
questions. They ate together, continuing their conversation.

At a certain point Chipi asked: "How did you become a Bakji? And then an
inspector of the Bakji?"

"It is a long story. I was born thirty-nine years ago. My father was one
of the most skilled ruin diggers. He had a sixth sense for finding out
interesting spots, materials for exchanges, food, useful things. At
times some men of the Wises came and gave in exchange of what my father
found good food, objects making light, giving heat... Also because my
mother had another gift -- she was skilled in bargaining.

"But a day came that the little welfare that my parents procured for us,
attracted the attention of a gang. A gang that at that time was
insignificant for their number, and yet already strong -- The Polychia.
And the Polychia came to look for my father and tried to impose on him
to give them all he dug out, all we had. We were four brothers and three
sisters. I was the youngest, I was then fifteen year old. We fought. The
Polychia overcome us, and took away all my family and all our
belongings. I escaped the capture by the skin of my teeth. Are they
living? Dead? Who knows. I swore to have my revenge.

"I knew that the Bakji were the worst enemies of the Polychia. Therefore
I looked for the Bakji and asked them to become one of them. They said I
was too young, to wait at least three years, but I was in hurry. Thus,
knowing that the Bakji don't have women but have sex amongst them
selves, each time I crossed a Bakji I asked him if he wanted me as his
fuck-boy. 'I am young, but I can give you more pleasure than one of your
own boys..." I said. I lived in Niokko, trying to keep clean and
attractive. I repeated my offer to any and all the Bakji I met. The
answer usually was laughter, at times a kick, anyway always a no. Until
I met Tron, a Backji of the station of Berly. He liked me. So he took me
down, declared that he took my guardianship until I was eighteen. He
became my teacher and lover.

"I was seventeen when there was a battle against the Polychia. Against
the rules, I participated. I excelled in the battle. The boss of that
time, who participated also in that battle, noticed me, and instead of
punishing me, admitted me to join the warriors. When a year later our
chief died in battle, the competitions to choose the new chief were
held. In spite of my young age, I won all the competitions -- I became
the youngest chief of all the Bakji. I was your age. I didn't like at
all our station master, in my opinion he was a bungler, not a men's
leader. Therefore, when I was twenty, I challenged him. But lost.
Therefore I had to move to another station, as our rules dictate, and
thus part from Tron. I underwent a crazy training. I wanted to be again
with my Tron and the only way to have him back was to become station
master of Berly. When I was twenty one I challenged again my former
station master. He wanted a duel on the surface, to last blood, without
exclusion of strokes. This time I won and killed him. The other station
masters accepted me as station master. I was united again to my Tron.
Then, I was twenty nine, I met Klare, who was then eighteen and who
asked to become a Bakji. I liked him so I supported his request. He was
admitted. Klare had a fulminating career and just twenty-five, he became
the boss of all the Bakji. As soon as an inspector place was free, he
wanted me at his side as an inspector. This is in short my story."

"How did Klare, just in eight years, pass from a simple warrior to be
the boss?" Chipi asked, fascinated.

"Klare is a man of an uncommon strength and intelligence. And has a
special, inborn talent -- he is able to evaluate men. He makes others
appreciate him. These talents, all together, allowed him to climb all
the steps of our hierarchy in a run, in a very short time. I think he is
the most loved boss we ever had, also our elders say so. He is known and
famous also out of Niokko."

"You admire him very much."

"Admire? It is an understatement. And not only me, as I told you."

Chipi was longing to meet Klare. Anyway, if his fame reached Maratta, he
had absolutely to be an exceptional man. The leader of the most famous
and numerous band of warriors, the leader of more than ten thousand men.
A living legend, just twenty-eight years old.

"Are all the Bakji lovers, living in couples?" Chipi asked.

"No, there are also singles. Anyway we always live as couples. If not
with our lover, with our best friend. And we always fight in couples."

"And the lovers are always in the same group?"

"Of course."

"But what if two men of different stations wanted to become a couple?"

"They have to ask at their nearest common leader, and normally one of
them is moved to the place of the other."

"What happens if two lovers want to part?"

"Very seldom does this happen. But if it does happen, they tell this to
their direct superior and one of them is moved. As simple as that. But
here normally the unions are lasting. Lasting to the death of one of the
partners."

"So you are still with your... what is his name?"

"Tron. No. He died three years ago in battle. I am now with a warrior
called Fanih."

"And what about Klare?"

"He never had a lover."

"How's that?"

"I don't know. Each of us is free to do as he pleases. No one of us asks
to another the reason for his choices, in these matters."

When it was time to hit the bed, Volle asked Chipi to promise he would
not do any of his tricks, then withdrew in his room with Fanih, making
Chipi sleep in the near room. The boy fell asleep quietly, waiting with
longing and anxiety for the following day and the meeting with Klare.

Finally the moment came. Volle took him down to the square. Where was a
small platform ready, that had been put on the iron bars, on the side
without the small houses. They jumped on it and Chipi barely restrained
his surprise and near scream -- the platform started to move by itself
gaining speed. They passed galleries and squares at a surprising speed,
and the small platform, before each square, emitted a sharp sound
reverberating all around, at each square there always were warriors in
line.

Until the platform slowed down and stopped at a square with green and
white walls.

"Here we are. Jump out." Volle said.

"Wow! What a ride! How could that thing move?"

"It has an electrostatic motor."

"A what?" Chipi asked.

"I don't really know what it is. I just know it is called so. Each
inspector and our boss has one of them. We know how it works, but not
why. The Wise men possibly know it. The same for the cold light rods and
other things we use. Come now, Klare is waiting for us."

They climbed a flight of wide stairs reaching a wide hall with columns,
then up another stair to a second, smaller but more elegant hall where
opened several doors, each with two sentries in front of it. All wore a
green and white armband. Volle stopped in front of a door and at once
the sentry showed him inside without asking any questions. It was a room
with a wide oval table and eleven chairs. They passed that room and
entered through another door in a room luxuriously furnished. A warrior
was sitting at a table and was drawing signs on a sheet of paper using a
pointed stick.

"Ah, inspector Volle. The boss is waiting for you. Please, go in."

Volle nodded and opened another door. It was a small room, simple, with
a table with three chairs in front, and behind that was sitting a man.

"Hi, Klare. Here is the boy, Chipi." Volle simply said.

The man stood up and Chipi looked at him, remaining with his mouth agape
-- he was, if possible, the finest copy of his Aska. He was more than
beautiful, he was really fascinating. He had a serious expression, but
not severe, piercing eyes but warm and luminous, soft and sensual lips
but expressing energy. All his body emanated a sense of virile power and
force, but also of nimbleness, of almost feline elegance. Chipi suddenly
felt he was madly in love with this man.

"So, you are the terrible Chipi..." Klare said with low and warm voice.

Chipi shuddered as if Klare caressed him intimately. "Yes..." he barely
managed to whisper.

"Well, you wanted to talk with me personally. Leave us alone, Volle.
I'll listen to what this boy has to tell me."

Volle nodded and withdrew.

"Sit down." Klare said sitting in his turn.

Chipi thanked him in his mind, in fact he was feeling his legs softening
for his emotion, and if the man didn't tell him to sit down, he was
afraid he would have fallen down.

"So, then, what did you have to tell me of so much importance and
secretness?" the man asked kindly, studying the boy.

"I... well, I am Chipi of the Raptors of Maratta. My band had been
annihilated by the Franme of Maratta. I am the only survivor. Possibly
just because they thought I was dead. I wanted to ask you to become a
warrior, in your station, I came here for that."

"You just wanted to ask to become a Bakji... and for that you wanted to
see me? Wasn't it enough just to ask any Bakji? What need did you have
to ask that of me?"

"Klare, if I asked any Bakji, was it sufficient he agreed to my request
to become a warrior in your station?"

"No, of course. He could just support your request, and you would
possibly enter the Bakji... Possibly in his station."

"But if it is you to support my request, nobody will say you no, right?
And I wanted to be sure to become a Bakji, and in your same station."

"But why would I have to support your request? Don't you understand I
could just be annoyed by your behavior and demand? And I could just
decide to refuse."

"Yes, of course I understand it. But I don't think you will say no
before getting to know me."

"And are you sure that if I get to know you, I will say yes?"

"I hope so, after all I did..."

"This is your weapon, right?" Klare asked pulling out Aska's weapon from
behind the table.

"Yes, it was the weapon of my Aska, before they killed him. He made it."

"Was he your lover?"

"Yes, I was his slave."

"Slave?"

"The Raptors had slaves. I was his slave, and his lover. And I fought
with him. Do you see this collar? There are the three colors of my Aska,
they mean I belong to him."

"But now he is dead, isn't he?"

"Nothing changes. At least until I am a Raptor. The last of Raptors."

"A strange concept of fidelity. But praiseworthy, being stronger than
death. We don't have slaves.  What is the effect having a master?"

"The same as having a lover -- you belong to him and his life is more
precious than thine."

"Right, but for two lovers this is mutual."

"When I too became a warrior, then it would have become reciprocal. I
would have been only his lover, no more his slave. Even if, after all,
it is just a question of words."

"And what, if I told you no?"

"I'll start all it over again. Until I could succeed in making you say
yes to me."

"Or to kill you."

"Sure, or to kill me."

"And what if I killed you here and now, on the spot?"

"In that case, do it with Aska's weapon, please. Anyway, I would not be
able to start it all over again.. Clearly, you would get rid of me, in
this way."

"You are an odd chap, Chipi. Your name is Chipi, isn't it?"

"Yes, right."

"I like your name, Chipi. And in spite of all, I like you too. You are a
strange boy, I never met anybody like you. I've heard about your...
exploits. Including the last one, that of the mattress."

"How's it possible? You didn't talk with Volle!" Chipi asked astounded.

Klare raised a small black box: "With this. I can communicate with all
my inspectors at any moment, just by speaking inside here."

Chipi looked at him amazed, then said: "You have here incredible things
I never saw in Maratta."

"Remainders of the old civilization. That unhappily, when they stop to
work, are lost forever. But as long as they last, are useful. But let's
come back to us. What can you do, to convince me to receive you in the
Bakjis and in my station?"

"All I did and, if you want, more. Just ask."

Klare looked at him for a long while, without saying a word. Then
resumed, with a light smile: "About the extraordinary things of the past
civilization..."

Chipi, who was looking at him, filled with love, at that hint of a
smile, brightened up: "Yes?"

"Do you know who are our worst enemies?"

"Yes, the Polychia."

"Right. They are becoming stronger and stronger, and to be feared. But,
above all, they have a weapon that worries me. It is a black rod, with
its handle made with rings that can be rotated. This rod, if it is aimed
at somebody, from a few steps away, can paralyze, or procure pain, or
even kill a person. All this, just by adjusting the rings positions. I
don't know if this rod has also other powers. If you manage to bring me
one of them, a working one, I'll take you into my station, as a Bakji.
If the outcome of your venture is different, it would be better for you
if you don't show up here any more."

Chipi smiled: "All right, I'll try. But then, as this is for sure not
one of the easiest tests, I ask you one more thing. If I succeed, you'll
take me not only in your station, but in your same group."

"In my group? And why?" Klare asked with an intense glance.

"Because I want to be always at your side."

"And why?"

"Because I fallen in love with you." Chipi said feeling a knot in his
throath.

"In love?" Klare asked thoughtfully. Then added: "Would you like to
become my lover?"

"It is not up to me. It would be enough being near you. Being able to
look at, serve you and live for you."

"But here we don't have slaves."

"I would like to be yours."

"Even if I never took you to my bed?"

"Even..."

"You are weird, Chipi. All right, I promise you. If you fetch me the
black rod, I'll take you in my group. And it is not excluded you can
also come in my bed, some times. I like you, even if you are still just
a kid."

"I'm almost nineteen, now!"

"Yes, and you are a beautiful boy. But more than that, you are an
interesting guy. And you are brave, I like you. So then, are you ready
for the new enterprise?"

"More than ready, at these conditions. May I ask you, before leaving, to
allow me to talk with all the warriors who know well the Polychia?"

"Certainly. I'll talk to Harek, my secretary. I'll entrust you to him. I
give you eight days to prepare yourself, then you will go."

"Thank you, Klare. And... if I can't come back... that weapon is yours."

Klare called Harek and entrusted Chipi to him.

When Chipi was with the secretary, asked him: "What are those small
signs you trace on those papers?"

"These? They are called writing. It is possible to write all the words
we say, to record them. For instance, your name is written in this way."

"And who knows these signs, understands that they say 'Chipi'?" the boy
asked stupefied.

"Certainly. Even if unhappily few people are able to write and to read."

"But what's its use?"

"It is useful to record and remember things, the decisions we make, our
rules and history, to leave a message, or to write labels..."

"It seems really a useful trick. Is it difficult learning to read and
write?"

"No, it doesn't take so long."

"Why then is not everybody learning it?"

"Well, not everybody is interested in it. And not everybody is gifted
for it."

"In the next few days, in your free time, would you teach me?"

"Yes, if you like."

"But those who are able to read and write, in other places, use the same
signs?"

"Yes, because each sign represents just a sound. You see, -A- is written
so."

"And -I- in this way, right?" Chipi said tracing a sign.

"Right! How can you know?"

"You wrote Chipi, and in my name, the only sound that comes twice is a
-I-, therefore..."

"Good! You are intelligent and quick. If you also have a good memory,
you'll learn fast. There are in all eighty-seven signs to remember."

So Chipi in those days, gathered all the news he could about the
Polychia and at the same time rapidly learned the eighty-seven phonetic
signs and therefore reading and writing, with some amazement by the
secretary.

"I never met anybody able to learn reading and writing so fast! You
really are gifted." He told Chipi when the boy was ready to leave.

Klare and Volle bid him good bye. Klare said: "Chipi, I hope you can
come back. I wish you success. Do you have a plan?"

"Not really. Just ideas. But I'll change it according to the
circumstances."

"I hope to see you again, Chipi." Klare said and, for the first time
greeted him how the warriors greet each other, that is grasping each
other with the left hand on the wrist and the right hand closed in a
fist. Chipi returned the gesture, and the two warriors saw him to the
surface entrance.

They were in a part of Niokko he didn't know, to the south of the huge
extent of ruins. He was wearing the Pwertans jacket, who instead were
living in the north part of Niokko, and that he was practically sure not
to meet. He didn't ask for weapons, but just for some food. He greeted
the sentries at the entrance and started with a determined pace in the
direction he was told there was a Polychia base. But he didn't intend to
find them, he wanted to be found by them.

Going far enough from the entrance of the Bakjis underground town, Chipi
walked until he reached a wide green area, almost a plain. There, he was
told, was living a small gang, the Jayas, besides many countrymen
families that the gang protected and exploited. The Jayas had once been
a tributary of the Bakjis but were now allied with the Polychia who had
a base not far from there. Chipi went forward. It was like being in the
country side. People, bending in the fields, working in family groups,
men, women and children. From time to time there was an armed couple of
Jaya patrolling the area. The men were looking at Chipi passing near
them but, as they saw he was not approaching them, quietly resumed their
work. Chipi proceeded more and more into the green area, stippled here
and there by small houses that reminded him of Serek.

After a while he stopped under a tree and sat down. He pulled out some
food and started to nibble at it. Soon a couple of Jaya, by their red
jackets, appeared in front of him.

"Who are you, what do you want, what are you doing here?" the she Jaya
asked.

"I'm Chipi, a former Pwertan. I left my gang. I'm looking for luck."

"Luck? And what kind of luck?" the he Jaya asked with the air of mocking
him.

"Well, life offers so many chances..."

"Stand up!" the she Jaya ordered. Chipi complied. "Turn around." She
said. Chipi again complied. "Would you like to join the Jayas?" she
asked him.

"I don't know... who are the Jayas?" Chipi asked pretending to ignore
it.

"We are the Jayas, the protectors of this area."

"Friends of the Bakjis, I bet!" Chipi said with a despising tone.

"No way! Not with the Bakjis. With the Polychia." The he Jaya answered
proudly.

"Ah, the Polychia. I've heard about them. But I never met one. Who are
they?"

"The new masters of Niokko. You seem a strong guy. Why did you leave
your gang?"

"Because... disagreements. I'd rather not to talk about it, private
matters." Chipi said making a gloomy expression.

"What are you able to do?" the she Jaya asked.

"Fighting, what else?"

"And you want to become a Jaya."

"This... you said, I don't yet know."

"This area is ours. Here, or you are a farmer, or a Jaya, or nothing at
all. And you, for the moment, are just nothing at all." The he Jaya
said.

"And what has one to do, eventually, to become a Jaya?" Chipi asked.

"What has one to do? First of all you have to come with us to our base
to fight with three of our men. If you show being able to fight well, we
will take you to the Polychia for the control. If they say you are OK,
then you become a Jaya."

"Control? What kind of control?"

"We don't want infiltrators, traitors or profiteers."

"And what kind of control do they do?"

"They have a machine which detects if you say lies or the truth. They
ask you questions. It's easy. So then, would you like to become a Jaya,
or a farmer, or remain a nothing?" the she Jaya asked.

"Not a farmer, for sure! And going away... I like it here. Therefore
possibly a Jaya. You have a nice jacket." Chipi said with a smile.

"Then come with us. Let's see if you are really able to fight." The he
Jaya said.

They took him between them and lead him to their base. It was a
beautiful place. A perfect square of low buildings with a wall and a
wide central court yard. The wall, on its top, had a walkway where
sentries were walking up and down.

Now that he was able to read, Chipi saw over the entrance gate the words
"New Emeri Dominion, Niokko District. Pak Area. Jaya Base" He thought it
was useful being able to read, but didn't show he could. The couple took
him into a room and told a warrior who had to be their chief that Chipi
asked to enroll.

The man studied Chipi, then nodded: "According our rules, you can choose
two opponents and we choose the third. You have to fight. The opponent
you chose, will decide the kind of fight and you'll decide for the one
we chose."

"It seems fair to me."

"At the end of the fight, the Jaya will decide if you are to be sent to
the control, or to send you away from our area. Without appeal."

"I see."

"This evening your three opponents will be chosen, and tomorrow morning
you will confront them."

"One at a time, or all three together?"

"One at a time. Until tomorrow morning, you'll stay in our base. We will
give you a room. You can stay only in the room or in the courtyard, all
the other places are off of limits to you. And you can't leave the
base."

"Understood."

"Here at our place, any infringement of the rules is punished with
lashes and segregation, according to the seriousness of the offence.
Therefore, be careful about what you do."

"I don't know your rules, I could even be infringing on one of them
right now, for all I know."

"It will be enough for you to obey what we tell you. If you do something
you are not allowed, you will first be warned. The second time
punished."

"I see."

He was shown to a small room opening directly onto the courtyard. There
was just a pallet and a bench. Chipi, left alone, looked at the
courtyard from the window. The Jayas were a mixed gang, but they dressed
all the same, their hair very short, and at times it was not easy to
understand at once who was a man or a woman. At evening they gave him a
meal. The he Jaya who gave him the food was a couple of years older than
Chipi. He remained in the room while Chipi was eating.

"So, you want to become a Jaya?"

"Bah, why not? You've been one a long time?"

"Four years. Were you in another gang?"

"Yes, the Pwertans."

"Never heard of them. Why did you leave them?"

"A quarrel."

"About what?"

"I don't feel like talking about it."

"Anyway, the Polychia will discover it..." the warrior said with a
little smile.

"How?"

"They will ask you questions and you have to just answer yes or no. And
they will know at once if it is true or false. Nobody can cheat. They
have an infallible machine."

"Good. I have nothing to hide."

"Who doesn't have something to hide? But with them it is impossible."

"What do you have to hide?"

"I'm for sure not telling you! I don't know you. Even if you seem a
decent guy."

"You too seem a decent guy. What's your name?"

"Masha. And you?"

"Chipi."

"Do you prefer men or women?"

"Men. And you?"

"Men also. And I like you."

"I too like you."

"Then, tonight I'll come to see you."

"Fine."

Masha went in the dead of night, when Chipi had renounced waiting for
him. He sat near Chipi and awakened him caressing him between his legs.

"Ah, you came." Chipi whispered, aroused by these intimate caresses.

"Yes, sure. I like you so very much." The warrior murmured starting to
open Chipi's trousers.

Chipi fondled him between his legs and felt he was already fully
excited. Masha caressed his exposed and hard genitals with both his
hands.

"You are well shaped here also. And it is nicely hard..." he murmured
and bent to lick it.

Chipi moaned with pleasure. Masha took it all in his mouth and started
to greedily suck it, while Chipi started to undress him. In a while they
both were naked, tightly interlaced. Chipi tested the fold between
Masha's butts with two fingers.

Masha shuddered: "Oh yes, screw me, Chipi, fuck me!"

"Yes..." the boy said spreading Masha's legs and wedging himself between
them. And he took him.

Masha pushed against him, seized by a strong pleasure. He tossed and
moaned: "Oh, yes. Yes. That way. You are strong. Fuck me, Chipi. Make me
feel it all..."

Chipi started to hammer inside him with increasing pleasure. Masha was
masturbating himself, and panted, while he was biting Chipi's nipples.
Chipi caressed the warrior's muscled legs, continuing to joyfully hammer
inside his hot hole.

Suddenly they both reached a strong orgasm. Then Masha said: "I really
hope you can become a Jaya, Chipi. I would like making a steady couple
with you."

"I don't know if I can manage to win all three of my opponents."

"You don't need to win. It's enough you show and convince us you are
able to fight, you are strong, you don't surrender easily."

"Yes, but what if then I don't pass the Polychia's control?"

"So, then, you have something to hide."

"Who doesn't have something to hide?" Chipi answered him repeating the
words that Masha's said to him a few hours before.

Masha smiled and caressed Chipi's genitals: "You, for instance, were
hiding these from me."

"No, not to you, as you see." Chipi said slyly.

"No, and I would like... I hope you pass the control."

"Yes, sure. What kind of questions did they ask you four years ago? Do
you remember them?"

"So many not making any sense... some more punctual."

"For instance?"

"If I had any grudge against the Polychia, for instance."

"I have nothing against them, I don't know them."

"If I intended to keep faithful to the Jayas..."

"I see." Chipi said thoughtfully.

Masha gave him some more examples and Chipi asked himself who could
possibly pass this test. He could just wait. Meanwhile he had to
confront with the three Jaya champions.

They dressed again and Masha went away. Chipi fell asleep. He had a
weird dream -- he became the boss of the Jayas and all of them asked him
to have sex with him, both the males and the females. So he had to spend
all his time in his bed, to satisfy all of them. But instead of being
worn out, he became stronger and stronger with each fuck. He woke up at
dawn, feeling really all right and full of energy.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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