Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:38:58 +0000
From: Jack Smith <js_mas@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Beginnings 1
(Editor's note: One NuChin year is equal to
approximately 2.33 galactic standard years. NuChin rotates
on its axis in 30.35 galactic standard hours. It has
minimal axial tilt and therefore has only slight seasonal
weather variation. Its unbroken cloud cover made some
suggest that attempted settlement, despite its otherwise
terra-compatible ecosystem, was not a wise move, and was
partly blamed for the disaster that followed.)
People spoken of in this story:
Cavon Son of Lord Srotyr
Srotyr Lord of NewTown
Chi-Da Teacher, NewTown
Ti-Lung Maternal uncle of Cavon
Yue-Sin Armourer of NewTown
Yue-Lin Son of Yue-Sin, childhood friend of Cavon
Loa-Lech Childhood friend of Cavon
Po-Wei Court Attendant, NewTown
Hu-Wi Stable master, NewTown
Hi-Tui Chief Guardian of Gate, NewTown
Ba-Nol Metal smith, friend of Cavon
Wi-Su Chief Engineer, NewTown
Win-Som Fianc‚ of Cavon
Win-Bui Father of Win-Som
Xi-To Field Worker
Do-Si Guard
Zo-Lo Field worker supervisor
BOOK 1
WEEK ONE
FIRSTDAY
I opened my eyes to brilliant light. I jumped out of
bed and looked out the window. Never in all of my 6 years
had I seen daylight so bright. It hurt my eyes. Looking up
the clouds were thin, The One was close. It would not rain
today. It made my birthday stand out for another reason.
It was also the day I left childhood and commenced on the
path of manhood, the day I would leave the close care of
Mother for that of Father. It was a big day. Tonight I
would bathe with Father for the first time, even though I
had the weekly bath with Mother as usual two nights
previously, SixthDay, in preparation for Godday. It was
also the last day of school, not that there was anything
left for me to learn there. For over a year I had been
helping teach the other boys, for I had exhausted the
resources of the teacher, as well as spending extra time
teaching Mother. This was extra special, as I loved Mother
to obsession. She was intelligent, eager and still young
enough to learn being only 13 years old, but women did not
receive an education so all teaching had to be done in
secret while we were on walks in the town and around the
fields. I taught her mathematics and reading using sticks
drawing in the dirt, carefully rubbing it all out when we
had finished, and now she was continuing herself by reading
Father's Book whenever he wasn't around.
Today though was not for Mother. It was my last day of
childhood, to be spent with my childhood friends. I rinsed
my face in the basin in the corner, combed my hair, and ran
out to eat my morning rice. Then out into the street,
running to find my friend Loa-Lech. Together we dashed
through the early morning market, "Pshawing" the pretty
servant girls getting the days provisions. One busty maid
lost her footing on the mud covered boards while trying to
dodge us, falling in a messy heap so that her breasts
bounced within her blouse. Loa-Lech screamed out, "Look at
that pair! Couldn't hold one of `em in my two hands!" and
gestured his hands suggestively. I made an inarticulate
noise and imitated the hand actions. I really didn't know
why Loa-Lech and the other boys did these things. I did
them because they did, so maybe they did them just because
others did and there was no real reason. But that did not
stop me doing them with gusto and joy. There was no thought
in Loa-Lech's head to stop to help the luckless girl, he
just laughed and continued on his way, racing amongst the
stalls. I felt uncomfortable and did stop, but the girl
just grinned grimly and waved me on. I dashed on between
the tables of fruit and vegetables, chickens and siedens
screaming in cages hanging from hooks, pigs and slimchuis
tied to stakes.
Colours glowed, voices were louder, everyone seemed to
be smiling and laughing. The brightness of the day was
reflected in everything, even the hollow sound of our hard
leather shoes on the boards. Loa-Lech skidded to a halt on
the recently laid black surface of the Town Square, waiting
for me. This black was the most recent of the new wonders
that the king had been introducing over the years. As
always the idea had its critics, saying it would soon become
a slippery-slide of mud and horse dung, but the preceding
innovation, suspended boards with drains underneath for the
market, had been so popular that there had not been much
resistance. This time though the critics may have been
correct, for even after only 3 seventydays it already had a
coating of the predicted substance. However, it was great
for sliding, though you paid with a very smelly pair of
trousers if you lost balance.
Up one of the cobble-stoned streets on the other side
of the square and we arrived at class. Chi-Da was already
there, and greeted us as we, sweaty and panting, came in.
"Good morning Cavon, good morning Loa-Lech. The One
has put on a fine day for your birthday Cavon. My present
will be that you have your last day off. Take Yue-Lin with
you. Teach him that theory you were explaining to me about
right angled triangles and squares, see if you can prove it
to him."
Chi-Da was a nice man. He was my maternal uncle's
wife's great uncle, and we often had long talks about
mathematics. He liked hearing my ideas and concepts. I
introduced to him, and he had made part of his regular
teaching, the concept of squares and square roots, the sum
of the angles of a triangle and many others. When I was
young enough to have my mother come to collect me he always
complimented me on my adeptness with maths. Now he was
giving me a day off with my best friend, whom he knew very
well had a full grasp on my right angle triangle theorem.
Before he could think twice we were out of the room and on
our way to his house. Yue-Lin was different in appearance
to most people. His face was squarer, his eyes did not
slope down, his skin browner, his hair had a bit of curl.
Not that anyone worried.
We collected his bow and my knife (neither of us were
supposed to have weapons, but his father was the chief
armourer for the local garrison and he allowed us to have
them as long as they were never seen within the town). We
waved to our friend Hi-Tui, the guardian of the town gate.
From the gate we had a view of the main valley, blinkered by
the walls of the small side valley in which the town was
situated. In a straight line ran the permanent road out of
the town, continuing as a temporary road through the
recently exposed flood plains on the near side of the river,
then over the bridge and the far flood plain, already
sprouting green of rice seedlings. Often hidden in mist the
far side of the valley was clearly visible rising in the
distance. But this was not our destination. Instead we
turned right onto the permanent nearside valley road and
after another thousand paces or so found a track angling off
to the right between two fields. We stopped for a while to
speak to the field workers tending the sein crop, its tall
wide leaves half hiding them from view, before continuing
the 150 paces into the first of the forest canopy and
started to climb. This area had been left untouched because
it was too steep to use and the king had ordered that the
trees not be cut, saying that otherwise the mud of the hills
would be washed down and would destroy the crops. The
woodsmen complained bitterly about this as it meant they had
to travel further to find good timber, but the king's word
was law.
It was our first time in the forest since last autumn
and we were making our way to a secret place, a pool formed
by a natural, hot water spring, presumably arising from the
same underground heat source as the hot water of the town.
It did not flow anywhere, it just sat there, steam rising
from its surface. But the forest was a wild place and the
chatter we had kept up from the moment of leaving the
schoolroom stopped as we made our way single file up the
remnants of the steep path we used last year. It had
probably been a wild pig path, but there were no pigs so
near to town any more and every year the path was getting
more difficult to follow. I led, my knife undone in its
sheath ready to draw, and Yue-Lin followed his crossbow
loaded though with safety on.
A sudden explosion in the bushes had our weapons up,
but it proved to be only a couple of frightened wild siedens
panicking upwards on their short leathery wings. We smiled
at each other in unspoken relief and continued. I had not
paid close attention to Yue-Lin for a while. He was now
taller than I was, I thought, and looked stronger. He was
also becoming a man, even though he was a good 3 seventydays
younger than I was.
It took a little while longer than usual to find the
pool and the level of brightness suggested late-morning by
the time we were putting down our weapons and sitting
against the rock wall behind it. It was this steep wall
protecting our backs but leaving a good view of the
surrounding forest that made us feel secure enough to relax
when we were at the pool. Even so, we laid our weapons out
ready for use as one never knew when one would meet a giant
lizlion. We then proceeded to do something that was only
condoned within the family group. We undressed, hanging our
sweaty clothes out to dry on the branches of a fallen tree.
Before he undressed Yue-Lin said, "I have changed since
we were last here."
"So have I."
"I have some hair on my body."
"So have I."
"My dick is bigger."
"So is mine."
My know-it-all replies caused him to stop talking and
proceed to take off his clothes. Then I saw what he meant.
I had changed, so I wasn't just trying to be annoying with
my replies. There was now dark hair growing in my groin
area and my dick was maybe 3 times as big as before, but
when Yue-Lin was naked in front of me I understood why he
had thought to comment. He had hair not only in his groin,
but also on his chest, belly, arms and legs, and his dick
was at least double mine.
"Does your dick get hard and feel good when you touch
it?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"Have you thought what it must be like having someone
else touch it?"
"No." Yue-Lin looked at me expectantly. "But we could
give it a try," I finally added.
"Okay."
We stood close to each other, our young dicks already
standing up stiffly. Lin-Yui's felt very thick in my hand
as it slid back and forwards within its skin, and mine was
giving me a quite marvellous sensation somehow different
from when I touched it myself.
"Have you ever gone on for long enough to make it
explode?" he asked as he started to pant.
"Yes, of course."
"Let's do it now then!"
He started pulling me faster and soon the wonderful
sensation spread through me causing all my muscles to
tighten, but I did not stop pulling his dick and after a bit
his body tensed also and he grunted once. We looked into
each other's eyes and smiled, then I became aware of a
wetness in my hand.
"Did you piss on me?" I asked, somewhat offended.
"No! That's what comes out when you do this. Hey,
you're dry, didn't it happen for you?"
"Yes, it did. But nothing ever comes out."
"Oh, I remember. That used to happen to me too. But
after a bit all this liquid stuff comes out at the end. Its
much messier!"
"Oh. Maybe that won't happen to me?"
"Maybe. But it happens to my Father also"
"How do you know?" I asked surprised.
Yue-Lin caught himself, as if realising he had said
something he shouldn't have. He gave me an appraising look.
"You won't tell anyone?"
"You know I won't."
"Okay. I do this with Father in the bath."
"You are bathing with your father already?"
"Yeh. Mum said I was too grown up to be with her any
longer, and even though I wasn't six she wanted me with
Father."
By this stage they had edged their way into the hot
water. "What does your Dad's dick look like when it's
hard?"
"Like yours I guess, but a bit longer. It's not as
thick as mine. His sack is smaller than mine too, but
bigger than yours. His balls are like sieden eggs."
"I wonder what my father's will look like?" I said,
thinking that I would find out that night.
Yue-Lin led the way out of the water. Our heads were
as wet with sweat as with water and what had seemed balmy
air when we undressed now felt pleasantly cool. I lay on
the softfern patch where we usually cooled off, but instead
of lying beside me Yue-Lin organised me so that I was on my
side with my lower leg bent up at 90§. He then lay down
with his head on my thigh, inserting his own under my head
as a pillow so I found myself looking close range at his
dick. It was certainly a more interesting sight than the
breasts of the wench in the market place this morning, and I
could feel my dick getting hard again. Yue-Lin's swelled in
front of me also, then I felt something warm and wet around
my dick. Looking down I saw it was Yue-Lin's mouth. He let
my dick out to order, "Suck me!"
"Where did you learn this?" I asked.
"I do it for Father. I always wonder what it must feel
like as it always seems to feel good for him."
So I cautiously took Yue-Lin's dick into my mouth,
careful with my teeth. It tasted interesting, but there
wasn't much time to think about it as my body filled again
with the sensation as Yue-Lin moved his mouth back and
forward on my dick. At the same time as my body spasmed in
delight he started pushing his dick in and out of my mouth,
almost making me gag. Soon though he also tensed, then his
dick started to shrink down. I fell asleep with his dick
still in my mouth.
We both woke at the same instant. Something had pulled
us from our post-orgasmic sleep. Yue-Lin grabbed his
crossbow and passed me my knife as we backed against the
security of the rock wall, ears alive. Then a bubble broke
the surface of the pool with a "blorp", and we both realised
that that was the sound that had woken us. It wasn't an
immediate threat, and we laughed at our edginess. Probably
being undressed made us more worried about being found, but
the bubble was still strange. We had never seen one come up
from the pool before. Another "blorp" and a nasty stink,
different to the usual sulpher. We dressed hurriedly and
made our way without our usual caution down the steep track
to the fields. Safe amongst the familiar we started to talk
softly, avoiding the curious ears of the field workers. Two
topics clambered for attention, what we had done together
and the bubbles in the pool.
"You know we mustn't talk about what we did," said Yue-
Lin.
"That's obvious. But with me leaving school it's going
to be difficult to be together."
"We'll find time now that we know."
"I guess so. Where do you think those bubbles came
from?"
"Maybe a monster was under the water," Yue-Lin said,
chillingly.
"Not likely cause it would have eaten us."
"Yeh, I guess. I really don't know, but I don't think
I want to go back to find out."
"Shame, I like it there."
"We'll find somewhere else we can do things," Yue-Lin
said knowingly.
The topic was dropped. I left Yue-Lin at his door and
slowly made my way home. It certainly had been a different
day. On arriving home I found Mother to give her a kiss
then sat down with her to lunch.
After eating she asked, "How was your last day of
childhood," smiling.
"Good. Chi-Da gave me the day off so as I could teach
Yue-Lin about my right angled triangle theorem."
"That's the one about the square of the two sides added
together being equal to the square of the long side?"
I nodded.
"But you told me that Yue-Lin already understood that."
"Yes. Chi-Da knows that too. He was just giving us a
day together."
"Ah. He's very nice, Chi-Da. I was playing with your
theorem today. It works every time, though I couldn't test
it with numbers that are fractions. How can you multiply
one fraction by another?" Mother asked.
The explanation took some time and left me feeling
tired. Mother had a little trouble grasping the idea, but
when it clicked she was good, multiplying 3 5/8 x 2 3/7 and
all sorts of other funny combinations in her head. It left
me feeling very sleepy, and though I had thought I would
have trouble sleeping during the siesta as I had slept after
what Yue-Lin and I did together and with the excitement of
the upcoming evening bath, I fell asleep instantly and for
much longer than usual. I awoke with Father standing over
me, hand on my shoulder.
"The bath is ready. Time to wake sleepy one. You must
have used lots of energy fighting lizlions." He smiled
warmly. He was already wearing his bathrobe, a long robe
made from soft lizrab skin that revealed a bit of hair where
it crossed high on his chest. It was held together by a tie
of lizrab. Father was a very handsome man, with strong
white teeth always showing in a smile. His hair was dark
and curly and his jaw strong. He was very powerful. I
loved sitting on his lap at night as he told stories,
snuggling close to his strength and man smell. Over the
last 6 seventy days I had also come to love seeing him in
his bathrobe, the hair peeking out of the V. One night I
had noted he was in a very good mood. It was bath night and
he was in his bathrobe, heading for the door, when I pounced
on him. I wrestled with him pretending I was Xen-Li,
fighting the giant lizlion and he was happy to fight back.
Xen-Li defeated the lizlion, and I knew Father would allow
me defeat him, letting me sit on him as he lay on his back
on the floor. In truth I had been hoping that his bathrobe
would fall open. I didn't know what I would see underneath,
but I was very curious. Unfortunately it didn't, but while
he was on his back he bent one of his knees and the robe
fell back to reveal his leg. Having never seen an adult's
leg other than Mother's I was surprised by how much dark
curling hair covered it and the massive size of his thigh.
Having gained victory I started to set about tying him down
with pretend ropes around ankles and wrists, hoping that
from the foot end I would be able to see further up his
robe, but he rolled me off instead so that my head was
cradled on his arm. We stayed together like this for what
seemed an age as he asked me about my day, what I had learnt
at school, quizzing me on the more complex mathematics.
When he finally sent me away I rushed off to my room and for
reasons I did not understand well started pulling at my
dick. It was hard, I had realised as I had run away, though
I didn't know why. I had wondered if Father had noticed.
Closing my eyes I again saw his thick hairy thigh and for
the first time felt the sensation swelling over me.
Now, especially after today, I knew a lot more about
the sensation. I had discovered that it wasn't something
exclusive to me, as I had thought possible because I had
never heard anyone else talk about it. I did not realise it
was sex though. I followed Father down the wooden outside
path to the bathroom with a sense of anticipation. He
opened the paling door and ushered me inside. The bath was
steaming, the hot water rolling over the top of its wooden
sides into the overflow tray as fresh hot water pushed up
from the underground source into the bottom of the tub. It
smelt of bath time, of sulphur. Both lamps had been lit.
Fresh soap was in the holder, and the oil bottle was full.
Father sat on the bench.
"Stand here," he indicated a space in front of him.
"Take off your robe and let me see my boy."
I had never undressed in front of Father, and I felt
self-conscious. Also I knew my dick was hard, and after
what I found out today I didn't know what he would think of
that. But he put his hand out for my robe and I saw there
was no evasion. I slid out of my robe and handed it to him,
at the same time trying to turn away. He hung it on a peg,
then turned back to me.
"Face me my boy," he ordered. I turned. His eyes
examined me from head to toes. "Ah, I see we are growing
up. And lusty too!" The last was said looking at my dick.
I had no reply, in fact did not understand. He then
stood and turned his back on me as he took off his own robe,
taking his time to hang it on the peg next to mine. His
back had a light coat of hair similar to what I had seen on
his thigh. All of him was covered in fur except his
backside. Muscles half disguised by his comfortable life
were outlined in his legs and chest. I felt my dick twitch.
He turned around and I'm sure my jaw must have dropped. I
now knew what other boys felt to cause them to cry out "look
at that!" in response to sights of female body parts. His
chest seemed massive, his belly powerful. His dick was much
bigger than Yue-Lin's, and seemingly alive. I wondered
briefly if he would ask me to suck it like Yue-Lin's father
asked of Yue-Lin.
"What do you think of your father?" Father asked after
a bit.
"He's beautiful!" This just fell out.
Father seemed nonplussed. It was obviously not what he
was expecting. I think I remember that his dick twitched a
bit, but this could just be the distortion of my memory by
time.
"Thankyou. You are rather beautiful too. But what I
meant was who do you think I look like?"
After swallowing on a very dry mouth I eventually came
out with, "You look like a big version of Yue-Lin."
"That's your friend, no? The son of Yue-Sin, the
armourer."
I nodded, mouth too dry to speak.
He watched me for a bit, then looked down. "Does his
dick get harder than this?"
It was then that I noticed that his dick had swelled to
triple the size it had been, but it was not really hard and
drooped down, though held away from his balls.
I could only nod.
"What do you do with Yue-Lin?" he asked in an open
manner, his dick, where my eyes were still focused,
twitching.
Father's questions were never something that one ever
had the option of refusing to answer. Nor could I lie, for
he always knew. So stumbling over words that seemed stuck
to my tongue I explained what had happened today, even to
what Yue-Lin did with his father when asked how Yue-Lin knew
about such things. I had thought he was going to be angry
but instead at the end of my confession he called me to him.
His lips were lifted in a warm smile and his eyes glistened
as he took me into his massive arms. I felt his dick
squashed against my belly as he held me tight, my face
buried in his chest. "My son," he half moaned, "I have lots
to tell you." Maybe a few moments, maybe an age, passed
before he said, "Let's get into the bath before we get
cold."
Without thinking I said, "Can I sit on your lap?"
He looked down at his lap, at his swollen dick (no
harder than before) and looked back at me questioningly.
"I'm still small enough," I said with an innocence that
was in truth only 25% fake.
"Okay, we can give it a try." He climbed the steps and
lowered himself slowly into the water trying to make the
exodus of water over the top of the tub gentle so it did not
splash into the room. He sat shoulders leaning against the
wall of the tub and feet supported on the opposite bench in
the shape of first 3/4 of a W. I climbed in after him
mounting him like a horse, legs spread around his powerful
belly. Vaguely I could see his dick floating upwards in the
water before my bum landed on it. It was still in its half
hard state and by chance its head ended up pushing against
my anus. Father made no movement, but I though I felt it
pushing harder against the opening. Father made a strangled
swallowing sound before saying, "Lift yourself up a little."
As I did he reached between my legs and pulled his dick up,
then indicated me to sit down again. "That's better." I
felt surprisingly disappointed, but enjoyed the sight of my
dick resting against his. It made mine seem so small.
"We have lots we to talk about Cavon. Look at me.
Other than Yue-Lin whom do I look like?"
I had never thought. He looked like Father.
Reluctantly I closed my eyes and visualised each person I
knew one by one. Like Yue-Lin, Father also did not have the
slope of the eye, and when his skin was next to mine, as it
was now, his brown made my brown look yellow. I thought of
people of our town, then the few I knew from outside. My
eyes opened in wonder. "You look like the King!"
Father fixed my eyes for 30 secs before replying. "The
King is my Father."
"How! Your father died when you were a child!"
"That is the story. The truth is Mother was the King's
mistress. It was she he loved, and he married only so as to
achieve the crown. But he made sure that Mother was cared
for and under no threat. He visited frequently, spent lots
of time with me. He taught me things only known by him.
But I was illegitimate and I could never assume his name or
have a title."
My mind had been racing. It should have been in
overload but was in fact running at peak. "Then I am the
grandson of the King."
"This is the other thing I must tell you Cavon. Don't
ever think that this is something that makes me love you
less, but I am not your father."
"What!?"
"My friend, Ti-Lung, had a sister. His sister was
indiscreet and became pregnant to a childhood love. You
know the punishment for this and Ti-Lung was distraught. I
tried to find a way to help. Father had always been upset
that I could not take a place in the realm because of my
birth, and because of my birth I could not marry into a
noble position. Of course you know that the Queen is your
mother's cousin. So I suggested to the king that I had
found a way out of my lowly status. Spare the life of Ti-
Lung's sister. I would marry her and declare that the child
was mine, and in return I would be ennobled by acceptance
into her family. As the pregnancy had been kept secret it
did not require much more than a premature delivery for you
to become my son."
"I'm not your son!" I cried in despair.
"By blood no, but in my heart you are more than any son
can be to a father. Hold me!"
I fell forward onto to him, crying into his neck. He
had no trouble supporting my weight, straitening his legs so
I could lie out flat. Somehow during this his dick found
its way between my legs, but I only became aware of it as my
sobbing died down. It was still in its semi-tumescent
state, and when I became aware I squeezed my legs together.
"Careful!" said Father. "Sit up again." He brought
his knees back up and I resumed my previous position. He
again got me to lift so as to pull his dick out from under
me. "Look at this," he said, indicating his dick. "It used
to be as lusty as yours, but now this is the best it can do!
Hold it and see."
I took its might in my two hands. It was bigger than
Yue-Lin's by far, but it was squashy, and it bent without
any problem. I wanted to leave my hands on it forever, pull
it up and down within its skin like I had with Yue-Lin's,
but knew better so took them away.
"Cavon," said Father, "it has never entered your mother
or any other woman. Your mother is a wonderful, intelligent
lady, but she was not a virgin so I could not. I love her
like a sister, and we have a better marriage than many
others I know, but as you know we sleep apart."
We looked into each other's eyes for a long time.
Eventually I said, "Father, it makes no difference, I still
love you. I respect you for what you did for Mother. If
others knew they would say that you did it for self-gain. I
don't think that's true, is it?" I said hopefully.
"You are a canny lad," Father replied. "In truth the
elevation in status was only important as a means of gaining
the approval of the King, to help persuade him to hide the
situation. I did it for Ti-Lung, and because I knew through
him that your mother was at heart a very good person who did
not deserve to die for one mistake."
"Is it common for women to be executed for becoming
pregnant?" I asked.
"No, most of the time the man accepts responsibility
and marriage occurs before the birth. But in the case of
your mother the man was denying responsibility."
"Who was he?"
Father looked at me, his features briefly stiffening.
"He did not want to know you. I am your father. And he is
dead anyway. Of fever, I think now 4 years ago. It is best
that you don't know his name. Now, it is time we got out of
this bath or we will dissolve. But first it is tradition
that I wash you on your first birthday as a man. Turn
around and sit down again." He sat up straight while I was
on my feet, so that when I sat down I was on his thighs. I
lifted and moved back so that his dick was again pressing
against my anus, but this time he did not ask me to move.
After dipping his fingers into the tub of soft soap he asked
me to put my head under the water to wet my hair. He then
leant forward and lathered my hair and massaged my scalp,
moving his strong fingers from there down to my back. I
leant forward to put my head under water and he went with me
to rinse the soap out, but down below the pressure of his
dick on my anus was increased. Soapsuds ran over the edge of
the tub. Then he got me to stand and with fresh soap
washed my buttocks and between my legs, applying counter
pressure with his big left hand spanning my groin to stop me
falling, running his slippery right index finger around the
rim of my anus and even slipping it inside to make sure I
was clean.
The back of my legs clean he then asked me to turn. He
rubbed my arms and chest, moving down to belly. More soap
and he lathered my balls and rigid dick, pulling back the
skin to clean the head. Almost as soon as he touched me I
could feel the sensation building. He seemed to notice and
quickly moved down to my legs. "Now, out you get while I
wash," he said as the last of the soap was removed.
"Can I wash you sir?" I asked hesitantly.
He looked at me seriously. "Not tonight Cavon," he
said after a pause. "Lets make this something special for
birthdays. On your birthday your present is that I wash
you, on my birthday my present is that you wash me. How
does that sound?"
"But your birthday is two seventydays away!"
"Patience my boy, I will still be here."
As I stood cooling off and letting most of the water
evaporate I watched father wash himself. After his head was
clean he stood so as he could wash everywhere else. My eyes
were glued to his dick, still half way up, as he washed,
fascinated by the site of the swollen head appearing out of
the skin. He was aware of my gaze but did not rush. Rather
he ran his hand up and down a few times and closed his eyes,
then rubbed soap between his legs and downwards before going
back under the water. He forced the stopper back into the
water inlet then stepped out of the bath. The skin of his
dick was still pulled back and my eyes fixed on its head
again. I had already dried myself. "Put your robe on and
run and get dressed. I'll join you in the meeting room," he
said as he started working the drainage plug out.
He slipped the catch on the door after I went out, but
after faking returning to the house I stealthily returned
and put my eye to a hole I knew was in one of the timbers
near the door. He had not let the water out, and was
instead standing on the steps leading up to the bath pulling
at his dick, an almost pained expression on his face. My
hand instinctively went to my dick. My sensation came
rapidly but I managed to keep my eye open so I saw his body
spasm as white liquid dripped from his dick that was harder
than any time previous. He grunted with the contraction,
then stood still. Terrified to be caught but afraid that if
I moved the noise would draw his attention, I waited.
"Ti-Lung!" whispered from his lips then he lowered
himself to wash his dick in the bath water before moving
back to the drain plug. Though I wanted to stay watching I
decided that I had to use the noise of the draining water to
cover my retreat.
It certainly had been a momentous day, but it wasn't to
stop yet. I took my time dressing. My mother had laid out
the robe and accompaniments for a formal occasion but I was
unfamiliar with exactly how they all went together as she
had always helped me before. Tonight though I had to do it
myself, and I wanted it to be right. I experimented with
the robe, the position of the cape, the correct way to tie
the belt. Finally satisfied I made my way to the sitting
room. Mother and Father were already there, standing close
together taking rice wine by the fire. They turned to me
and I could see the pride in both their eyes. I must have
got it right! Father then handed me a small cup of rice
wine and both he and Mother held up their cups. "To your
manhood!" Father said. Not sure what to do I held up my cup
in silence, then took a sip. It burnt my throat and I
choked. Father laughed as I coughed and my face burned.
"Ah Cavon," he sighed through his laughter, "I'm not
laughing at you. It is so wonderful to see you arrive at
this day, and I remembered that this is exactly what
happened to me when I took my first cup of rice wine. And
don't forget who was laughing at me was the King, so you can
imagine how much more embarrassed I felt." Mother was also
laughing, her hand hiding her mouth.
Dropping all decorum I put down my glass and ran up to
both of them. I fell to my knees and put my arms around
them both, burying my face in the space that separated their
thighs. "Thankyou," was all I managed to say between tears
of happiness.
My mother bent down to lift me up. Father let her
speak, which surprised me but probably reflected his
awareness of his not being my father by blood. "No,
thankyou Cavon!" she said in her soft, musical voice. "We
couldn't have asked for a better son!"
We walked in silence to where the carriage was waiting
to take us to the town hall. It was the usual town work
cart that had been cleaned and fancied up, for Father never
maintained a carriage. We sat on gold painted chairs as the
driver urged the horses into a walk. As we approached the
hall the number of people in the street increased. They
were field workers and some poorer freemen, all out to see
me! They parted to allow the carriage to stop at the door
and formed a guard for our entry. Father and Mother urged
me to walk in front. People touched me as I went past,
stroking my shoulders and head. I looked at Father as I
didn't know how I should respond to this. Understanding my
unspoken question he nodded, which I imitated, nodding my
thanks to all. Applause from those around the banquet table
sounded as I passed under the decorated entrance,
accompanied by stamping and some whistles. All the gentry
had been invited to celebrate my passing into manhood, and
an invitation from the Lord was not to be turned down.
I was seated at the head of the table, between Father
and Mother. Father indicated for me to sit, then to
everyone else to do the same. He spoke briefly, thanking
all for their attendance, and for the traditional presents
that were arranged around the stuffed lizlion, the symbol of
manhood, that had been placed behind us. Two sharp claps
started a seemingly never-ending procession of servants
carrying trays of succulent roast slimchui and pig,
decorated with vegetables and greenery, rice fried with
festive spices, finally finishing with a massive sweet rice
cake topped with sugar and decorated with candles. It was a
feast as I had never seen. And all for me. I was served
rice wine like all the rest. This time I managed to drink
without choking. Maybe too much for I started to feel funny
and drowsy. Silence accompanied the meal, but as people ate
their fill they left the table and the volume of voices
rose, till the hall was filled with laughter and shouting.
Days of celebration were rare, and everyone seemed to be
feeling the effects of rice wine, with glowing eyes and
reddened cheeks and a joviality that I had not seen before
in these people that I had known all my life. Music,
started by a disguised signal from Father, indicated the
start of dancing, with everyone forming the long line of the
traditional coming of manhood dance before breaking into
more informal sixes and eights of common dance. I danced
with Mother and Father, but was also pushed towards Win-Som,
a woman who had only achieved that status recently. Too
elated to feel concerned about the significance of this I
danced till the night ended and again mounted the carriage
for our trip home.
During this Father explained what I would be doing the
following day. I tried to pay attention. My stomach was
distended to the point of pain, my head high with rice wine,
my legs jelly from exhaustion. I attempted to hide this as
I politely kissed Mother and shook Father's hand. Boldened
by the rice wine I was about to turn this into an embrace
such as we had enjoyed before bathing, but his rigid arm
informed me that this action was not something for public
viewing. Even if the public was only our staff within our
entrance room.
"Goodnight my young man," Mother called as I left the
room. I carefully took off my formal clothes leaving them
draped over the chair in my bedroom before putting on my
nightshirt. I cleaned my teeth with the piece of frayed
bamboo left out by my servant and washed my face clean of
the grease of the meal. Finally I knelt by the bed a prayed
to the One, thanking him for such a wonderful day, before
crawling under the fur bed cover. I was asleep almost
without any thought, the unaccustomed effects of rice wine.
SECONDAY
I woke before light had dawned. I felt my way to the
door and down to the kitchen to get a lighted taper,
returning more rapidly by the help of its light. My candle
lit I prepared myself for my first day of manhood. I pulled
up my loose filsal trousers and put on the matching shirt.
Over that was to go my tailored lizlion coat, waterproof and
warm, but that would wait till I was ready to leave. By the
time I arrived in the kitchen Father was already there,
eating his morning rice. He had already served a plate for
me.
"Good morning Cavon."
"Good morning Father."
"Glad to see you up early. Obviously a lad who can
hold his drink," he said proudly.
We ate in silence as was correct. On finishing Father
said, "Now clean your teeth, and I will meet you in the
stables."
I arrived before him so went over to his horse, Trugo,
and scratched his nose. Trugo snorted in greeting. Light
had commenced outside but the clouds were at their usual
heavy level today so it was still quite dim in the stable.
Father came up to where I standing at the head of Trugo and
put his left hand around my shoulder as his right arm
embraced the horse's neck. He pulled me close, enveloping
in the warmth of his love, giving me confidence to face the
day that was coming.
Father mounted Trugo then leant down to pull me up
behind him. I tried to put my arms around him but my coat
was making everything very awkward, bunching up in front and
keeping me at a distance so that I could not reach around
him and the lizlion of his coat gave no purchase for my
fingers. His coat had been tailored for riding with a
number of flaps forming its skirts rather than a continual
sheath like mine. He suggested that I undo my coat then
slip my hands between the flaps so as I could grasp his
thighs. My arms could not comfortably grasp his thighs, so
instead I curled them closer where they gripped his belly.
To my surprise my left hand encountered his swollen dick and
gripped it reflexly. Father grunted what seemed approval so
I didn't let go. He twitched Trugo's reins and he
obediently made for the stable door held open by the stable
boy.
It was fascinating riding down the town's cobbled
streets, Trugo's shoes making metallic clicks with every
pace. I had never been on a horse, and therefore had never
seen things from this elevated viewpoint. It gave a sense
of power, one that I would one day inherit from Father,
though I was already feeling a sense of power as my left
hand squeezed and stroked his dick through the soft filsal
of his trousers and it twitched and moved in response. The
continuous wooden frontage of houses with their doors
opening direct onto the street seemed so small from my new
vantage point. When we were about a minute from the town
stables he said, "Let go now my boy, or I won't be able to
talk to anyone sensibly."
I knew what he meant, as I thought about how I was
going to manage to get my coat closed before my hard dick
was obvious. I managed it, slithering down and clasping my
coat at the same time. Father didn't seem to have any
problems, though I think his face was looking a little
flushed. As I turned to complement Hu-Wi, the stable
master, a new horse caught my eye so that my formal "Good
morning" came out rather rushed. It was a beautiful
stallion standing proudly on the end of its reins that were
held by one of the stable boys. I looked at Father and by
his smile realised that this was my birthday present.
Thinking to hug him (how quickly this instinct had appeared
when previously all physical contact outside of the privacy
of our home had been forbidden) I turned the nascent
movement into a formal bow of gratitude. He nodded in
acceptance and dismissal and I raced over to introduce
myself to my new friend. I took his reins from the boy and
reached up to scratch his neck. "What's his name?" I asked.
"Kito, my young Lord," replied the stable master.
"Hello Kito, I am Cavon." The horse snorted in
acknowledgment and I stared him in the eye. My mind, ever
leaping into the future, saw me proudly riding him from our
family stable, all my friends squashed against the wooden
house fronts in envy, but then it saw the loss of the
intense pleasure I had experienced riding behind Father on
the way to the stable this morning. I looked up at Kito and
realised that I would have to grow into him before I could
bring him home so I could hope for a few seventydays of
respite from the loss of repeats of this morning's pleasure.
With confidence refreshed I called out, "He is
beautiful!" to be met by the happy smiles of Father and Hu-
Wi. It was then I noticed the new lizlion riding coat hung
up beside the Kito's stall. My questioning eyes were
answered with a confirmative nod and I jumped up in joy.
"Okay Cavon, back up here. I wanted you to meet Kito,
but your first duty today is sword practice."
Happily I ran back to Trugo and used Father's proffered
arm to lever myself back up behind him. As soon as we had
exited the stable my hands were back under his coat
searching for his dick "Hey!" said Father quietly.
Chastised, my hands pulled away as if burnt. "Its okay,
just slow down, not so obvious boy." We turned into a quiet
lane and Father reached inside the front of his coat. "Now
try," he said. My left hand encountered his to be guided
inside his trousers to his waiting dick. The sensation of
its bare skin against my hand was magic and I immediately
began examining it in earnest. "Steady, just hold him, or
I'll fall off!" A slight drizzle had started but I didn't
notice I was so warm with contentment. Too soon, even
though it was on the opposite side of town from the stables,
we arrived at Yue-Lin's house.
Yue-Sin, Yue-Lin's father, was expecting us and met us
at the door. "Now go boy, Ez-Ki will pick you up before
lunch," said Father after complementing Yue-Sin. I slid
down, again quickly bringing my coat together to hid the
evidence of arousal.
"Good morning Yue-Sin."
"Good morning, my Lord."
It was strange, but good. Yesterday this man had
called me Cavon. I was just a friend of his son. Now in
one day I had become his lord. Remembering yesterday and
what I had learnt from Yue-Lin my eye strayed to his groin.
His filsal trousers were pulled high so that his dick and
balls were outlined in a pouch. I knew that they were
nothing in comparison with Father's, but Yue-Lin had aroused
my curiosity. Then I wondered about Father leaving me with
this man knowing what he knew about this man's activities
with his son, but Father had already gone and Yue-Sin was
respectfully showing me into his house. "He wouldn't try
anything because of my status," I thought, with more regret
than relief. But he did observe the bulge my still half-
hard dick was making in my trousers, revealed by my
`carelessly' letting my jacket fall open.
Yue-Sin was a barrel of a man. He had a massive chest
and thick, though short limbs. Skill and strength made up
for his lack of reach and he was a formidable fighter. His
dark hair was closed cropped, as was his moustache. He was
about 19 years old, and Father said he was on the decline
from his prime. I was sure that Yue-Lin would be a worthy
successor.
"My lord Cavon, I know you have had a little experience
with the bow and knife. The first is more a hunter's
weapon, or a foot soldier's, the second is for assassins or
close work. Where I would like to start therefore is with
the sword, the true weapon of lords. If used well you
should never need your dagger, though a dagger is not
something one would ignore as a backup. I will admit that
daggers have more value for people with longer arms like
Lord Srotyr or Yue-Lin, but for you and I they have
problems. Later I will design a sword for you, but if its
okay I will wait to you have undergone your growth spurt so
that we only have to do it once. In the meantime we will
begin training with simple wooden replicas. They are safer
(you end up bruised rather than cut) and because their
movements are crude they are actually more difficulty to
control than a well-balanced sword. Once you learn to
control wood control of a real sword will be so simple your
only thoughts will need to be in the area of tactics."
During this speech he had periodically scratched at his
balls, at the same time repeatedly eyeing my dick that was
elevating instead of going down. I wondered if Yue-Lin had
spoken to his father, as I had spoken to mine, about our
actions by the pool. There was no doubt that the pouch in
his trousers was growing. "Adulthood is not what I was
expecting," I thought. We were quite alone in the weapons
room, and any noise that occurred would be taken as part of
training and ignored. "But he knows I would tell Father,
and his life would be forfeit," my thought processes
continuing along the lines of physical force being use to
make me comply. "All he would need do is ask though, and I
would be happy to oblige." I certainly was very excited.
He took an indirect approach.
"My Lord Cavon. I see you have a problem there that
must be distracting your attention. Would you allow me to
help you with it so that we can proceed more calmly."
"What do you propose?" I asked.
"I think I will have to demonstrate. Nothing will
happen if you don't wish, but I need your word that you will
say nothing to Lord Srotyr."
"Given," I replied briefly, feeling very noble.
In response he stripped. Naked his body was even more
impressive than dressed. His muscles were well defined and
hard. His chest was broad and solid, and his belly, though
big, looked as hard as rock. As was his dick, which was
standing up at 60ř elevated by balls pushed forward by his
thick thighs. He was a little older than Father, but
appeared younger. Also in contrast to Father, his only hair
was in his groin. "What I propose is that I lubricate my
arse and your dick with that massage oil, I will then bend
over the table like so and you will fuck me till you don't
need to any more."
"And you, Yue-Sin?" I asked. His eyes questioned my
meaning. "How will you get satisfaction?" I felt very
adult and formal.
"Don't worry me lad," he said, dropping back to the Yue-
Sin I knew. "I will cum all over the floor a number of
times before we finish! Shall we continue?"
I had lost my elite confidence, didn't know what he
meant by "arse", "fuck" or "cum", though I knew I was soon
to find out. All I managed was a nod. It was enough.
He gently took off my clothes. "Let me suck your
little lizlion for a bit first," he said kneeling in front
of me and using the grip he took on my buttocks to push my
dick in and out of his mouth. "Fresh from last night's
bath, probably washed by Lord Srotyr's own hand," he
spluttered gleefully. Feeling me start to tense he stopped
and applied the massage oil as he had described. He bent
over the table and said, "Grab my arms to give purchase,
then enter me slowly to give me time to adjust. You're not
very big so it shouldn't be too difficult."
I now realised arse meant anus. Knowing what Father's
finger had felt like when he put it inside I could see the
attraction for Yue-Sin in what we were going to do. I took
a few goes to get things lined up, then my dick slipped
inside him without difficulty. He got me to hold still for
a bit and then said, after giving his "arse" a bit of a
wriggle, "Fuck me for all your worth!"
"I sorry sir, what does "fuck" mean?"
Yue-Sin laughed gutturally. "It means move that little
dick of yours in and out of my arse as fast or slow and as
deep as you want until you cum."
"Oh," was all I managed, but promptly applied the
instructions, surprised by how wonderful it felt. Yue-Sin
started groaning so I asked, "Am I hurting you?"
"No, you most certainly ain't! But if you could spare
one of your hands for my dick I would be obliged."
With my left hand I held his dick while my right still
gave purchase. Yue-Sin began his own fucking movement,
pushing his dick (that I hadn't noticed he had oiled) in and
out of my hand, increasing the penetration of my dick in his
arse. Soon I was tensing prior to the sensation, and Yue-
Sin was tensing under me. He cried out then grunted and I
felt an increase in wetness in my left hand, but soon the
sensation overtook me I didn't notice much more of what he
did. I rested on him, panting a bit as he was blowing
underneath me.
"Now don't pull out boy," he said between breaths,
"just move slowly till the itch builds up again then go for
it. The second time is always better!"
And in fact the second sensation was more powerful than
the first, and as by the noise he made so was his. I had
now worked out, in the small part of my thoughts that were
functioning rationally, that "cum" meant "the sensation".
Even so, the sensation even on the second time did not match
that I achieved watching Father through my spy-hole last
night, or the loving warmth of holding his dick as I rode
behind him on Trugo. It still felt good though. I closed
my eyes and could clearly see Father standing on the bath
steps, left hand holding the base while his right hand
stripped the shaft of his partially hard dick.
"Had enough," Yue-Sin asked after a bit, "or have you
enough for one more time".
Thinking of Father had made me quite hard again so I
replied, "One more time if it's okay with you."
"Let's go!" and he began pushing his dick again through
my wet, encircling hand.
At this point I realised that his dick had never
softened even though it had jettisoned a copious supply of
fluid each time he had cum. This time took a lot longer for
both of us, and we were breathing too heavily for words,
sweat lubricating the smooth junction of our bodies, by the
time we had finished.
"Enough," I called, pulling out. My dick felt battered
to the point of no recovery and was quickly softening. Yue-
Sin was still rock hard. Looking back I am amazed at his
sexual stamina for his age, at the time though I did not
realise sexual ability always reduced with age despite the
knowledge of Father's problem.
Yue-Sin grabbed some wadding used for weapon cleaning
and first wiped me down then himself. He took me in his
arms and kissed me roughly on the lips after saying, "You're
not a bad little fucker, you know. We'll have to try this
again!" He instructed me to dress, then suddenly became
formal. "Lord Cavon, it's now time to learn how to use your
second weapon of the day!"
I felt weak, but took the proffered wooden sword. Yue-
Sin had dressed, but his dick was still sticking stiffly
forward inside its pouch. "Doesn't it ever go down?" I
asked, ignoring his mock formality.
"It will with a bit of distraction, my lord" he said as
he launched an attack on me without warning. I tried to
defend, but was "dead" in moments. "Just keeping you on
your toes, so you don't think I'm always so easy," he said
with a sardonic smile on his face.
Then began solid drill work, thrusting, parrying, Yue-
Sin standing by me, correcting my line, making sure the
point of the sword was always lifted so as to be ready, my
knees always bent in a prepared crouch. By the time he
called a halt my arm was more exhausted than my dick had
been. "That's enough. Now I want some simple stretching
before I rub you down," instructing me to hang from an
exposed rafter that he lifted me up to. The rub down to my
surprise was a very professional, and after what had passed
between us, quite impersonal, massage, followed by a hot tub
to remove the oil and further relax my muscles. I suspect
it was because he knew Ez-Ki was arriving soon that he did
not join me in the tub (though he didn't cover me with
towels so he wouldn't see my body while he massaged me and
he did stand watching me from when I undressed till when I
was dry and putting on my clean clothes, though after what
had already passed between us I couldn't really complain)
nor let the massage become personal. Tubs were an exclusive
domain of nobility and the rich, so Yue-Sin, and therefore
Yue-Lin, was lucky to have one. It was installed at the
cost of the local men of wealth because Yue-Sin was the
trainer of all their sons, who couldn't be sent home wet and
cold with the cooling sweat of a hard work out.
A knock at the arms-room door announced Ez-Ki's
arrival. Yue-Sin quickly embraced me before allowing entry,
whispering that he looked forward to our next lesson.
Father had organised a roster of weapon, horse, then day off
for my mornings, with the afternoons spent learning the
administrative side of his position. God-day was naturally
free.
Ez-Ki brought me to Father. He was seated at a table
outside the back of the tavern despite the light drizzle
that had continued to fall, talking with a man who looked
like an artisan by his dress but proved to be the town's
chief engineer. He had been supervising a wall repair near
the tavern that explained the state of his dress and the
location of the meeting. Father had already been to inspect
the work. "Thankyou Ez-Ki," said my Father, dismissing him,
and indicating for me to sit by his side on the bench.
After Ez-Ki had left Father said, "Wi-Su is going to tell us
about possible methods of cleaning the square. He is an
intelligent man and a good designer, and a week ago I set
him the task of finding a solution to the growing problem."
Wi-Su started nervously, probably because he knew he
was indirectly criticising the idea of the King, but his
confidence built quickly as he warmed up. "Hot water is
going to be the best thing to soften it, but bringing it by
the bucket is going to take too long. Once softened it can
be scraped with wooden scrapers, but there is no where to
scrape it to."
"Now Wi-Su," said Father, smiling, "you only ever bring
up problems when you have solutions. What are you
suggesting?"
Wi-Su smiled. "You know me well, my lord. I propose
that a pipe be sunk similar to those used for baths, then
water by directed to enclosed troughs like the water supply
that will spill into a trough that will run the length of
the square. I suspect that a hot water source will be found
closest to the northern end. The trough running the width
of the square will be closed at its southern end, and will
have holes bored all along its length at decreasing height
so that water will be spread equally along the top of the
square. At the low end we can then construct a drainage
system similar to under the market to remove the water and
filth. It will need to be constructed in stone so that the
debris can be pushed down towards the town wall and out into
the fields."
"That sounds like a very big job Wi-Su."
"Yes my lord, it is. But the filth will be an ongoing
problem, that I believe will be best and most easily
controlled by a regular schedule rather than attacking it
haphazardly when complaints get loud enough. I would think
you would be looking at maybe one half seventyday for
completion of the construction, then the cleaning would take
a team of field workers no more than a day I would think.
Chipping it away with hoes would I believe take twice as
many workers at least 10 days. You can see that soon the
time would be made up, and also the square would be out of
action for less time, and be useable all year round."
"Yes, I see your logic. But how can you confirm it?
What do you think Cavon?"
"Sir, if you took a group of maybe three workers and
let them work with hoes for a day, we could then calculate
how long it take to clean the whole square by this method.
As to the construction, I assume there is a record of how
long it took to prepare and install the troughs for the
water system, as well as the cost of the timber. The drain
could be similarly based on the cost of building the market
system with an added cost for the stone work."
Father was looking at me with a smile of pride on his
face. "What do you think, Wi-Su?" he asked in a serious
tone.
"My lord, I think the young lord shows amazing insight.
With your permission I will undertake what he suggests and
report next week."
"Permission granted. You may request the workers from
the southern fields. That land is fallow at the moment and
they are on loan to other areas. Three can be spared once
the rice crop is planted. Report in 4 weeks after these
workers have become available. By the way, why three Cavon,
why not one."
"Sir, one person will work very hard as he knows that
he will be judged by his work. Two will work as a team,
each motivating the other to keep going. We're talking of a
large group of field workers working here though if the plan
is put into full effect. In a big group everyone slacks off
thinking they will not be seen and someone else will do
their share of the work. Three working together may
approximate this so that a reasonably close estimate of real
time can be made."
"I like your logic. "Wi-Su?"
"My lord, the next time you set me a task do I have
permission to approach Lord Cavon as an adviser?"
"We'll see, though if your not careful you may not have
a job Wi-Su!"
Seeing Wi-Su's look of fear, and realising that he had
not seen Father's phrase in the jovial tone it was intended,
I said, "Don't worry Wi-Su. With my program of weapon
training and horse lore I will not have time to take over
from you. I know Lord Srotyr respects your work and your
position is not in jeopardy." I looked at Father to be
greeted by a beaming smile. "But one thing you didn't
mention. To get the sludge out into the fields, where it
will in truth act as a very good fertiliser, you will have
to breach the town wall in some way. This could act a
potential weakness in case we are under attack. What are
your thoughts?"
Wi-Su was nonplussed. He had been rescued only to be
thrown to the lizlions. "My lord, I have none at the
moment. May I have permission to think on this matter and
present when we meet next week?" he asked meekly.
"Of course," said Father, still smiling broadly. "Now
go, and ask Ez-Ki to come to me." Wi-Su bowed his way into
the tavern and soon Ez-Ki was in his place. "Bring Trugo,"
he ordered, then said quietly to me when Ez-Ki was out of
earshot, "Don't do anything till we're in the little laneway
out of sight."
We walked to where Ez-Ki was waiting for us with Trugo.
I mounted behind Father and, after dismissing Ez-Ki, he
urged Trugo to a slow walk so I wouldn't have trouble
keeping balance. At his word though my arms slipped around
him, my left hand finding the waiting gap in his trousers
and his already hardening dick. I sighed contentedly, the
source of his manhood in my loving grasp, I think echoed by
Father, and though I was now quite secure and we were clear
on the opposite corner of the town from home Father did not
encourage Trugo to move much faster as we headed for lunch
and the siesta.
Mother was waiting for us at the dining table, having
been warned by the stable boy who Father had sent saying
that he would see to Trugo. When he took of his coat I
realised that the reason for this somewhat unusual action
was that his dick was still fiercely pushing out the fisal
of his trousers even though I had stopped giving it
attention when he had requested. I had thought that he felt
harder than last night. "Now I have bought us a little time
to regain our composure we can use it for your first lesson
in horse lore. It's a bit arse about," he grinned at the
crudity of his expression, "but you will learn how to take a
saddle off before you put it on." By the time I had
concentrated on the intricacy of the series of ties and the
order for releasing them, and of course questioning the
reason for the large number and suggesting alternatives,
both of us had recovered sufficiently to enter. Before we
did though Father took me in his embrace. As much as I
longed for the feel of his arms around me holding me against
his strong body I pushed away. He looked at me almost in
disbelief that I would deny his direct request. "Sorry
Father, I mean no disrespect," I said quickly. "I have
worked hard to regain my composure while I learnt about
removing a saddle but it will only take moments to return to
the state that required the lesson in the first place."
Father eyed me with fire in his eyes saying nothing, but
after a bit it died and he nodded. "Cavon, what I was going
to say was that you made me a very proud father today. The
way you comforted Wi-Su when you saw he was distressed for
no reason, but then reminded him in the same breath that you
are truly his superior, was the height of the art of being a
ruler. And now you have done the same to me! And you are
quite correct. I am sorry for my anger when you pushed
away. To my benefit I did not express it, but should have
known that anything you did to contradict me would have a
very good reason. I guess I have become arrogant and am
accustomed to being obeyed. Your intellect and maturity
humbles me." In response I said, "Father I want to hold you
now more than before. It tears me in two. Maybe after
lunch you can find an excuse to see me to my bed?"
As I said Mother was waiting for us, full of questions
for me as to my first day. Father told the story of Wi-Su,
of the pride of the logic of my answer, how he could see
that in a very short time he was going to be quite dependent
on me. Mother smiled her happiness behind her hand, I
looked meekly into my food, eyes feeling heavy. Next thing
I knew my mother called out and I was pulling my face out of
my empty rice bowl. Father came to my aid, cleaning my face
with my serviette, then suggested he see me up to bed.
"Good tactic," he said quietly after shutting my door.
"No sir, just fatigue I'm afraid," I smiled.
He took into his arms and held me tight against him.
In return I hugged him as tight as my weary arms were
capable. "You can never know how much I love you," Father
said softly.
I found some extra strength and squeezed. "It is
returned many times over. My greatest pleasure is to be
with you." I said quite honestly.
I could now feel his dick firm up against my belly,
just as mine was rigidly pushing into the area of his
thighs. Finally Father broke the hold, looking down at the
swelling in his pants. "I'll now have to go direct to bed.
I'll come and get you when I wake." He had his hands down
his pants in the action of scratching his balls to obscure
his aroused state as he opened the door, telling my servant
who had been waiting nearby to tell the Mistress that his
Lord was going direct to bed and that he was then free to go
to his siesta as I would not be needing his help. I slept
quickly and deeply, but not for that long.
Two days of remarkable events had turned my world
around. I now knew about sex and cumming, but still felt
quite at a loss about sex between men. Sexual union between
man and woman was a concept I had been aware of, being the
necessary prerequisite for having a child. It was the same
as with animals that I had witnessed many times, but I now
knew that what I had been feeling for Father for the last
six seventydays had been the stirrings of what drove a man
and woman to sexual union. I had thought that sexual union
occurred sort of like a duty thing, like one bowed to the
King, not aware of the strong passions that truly drove it.
So why do those strong passions drive me towards men rather
than women? And why towards Father? A boy surely doesn't
normally feel what I feel for Father for their mother? And
why do other men share those passions? Now that I was aware
that what I felt was not unique to me, and included others,
even mature men like Yue-Sin, I could recognise Father had
the same feelings for me as I had for him. Why did he hold
back? If he is going to leave the door ajar why not open it
completely? And why did he whisper the name of Ti-Lung
after he had cum last night (I realised I had included Yue-
Sin's crudity in my thoughts and smiled, but it was much
quicker than "the sensation" and I didn't have any other
word)?
Ti-Lung was Father's friend from childhood and Father
still visited on a regular basis despite the fact that Ti-
Lung was the lord of a town on the Yan-Se river, three days
horse ride away. Now I knew he married Mother at the
request of Ti-Lung it told me that his relationship with Ti-
Lung must have been very close. Three days ago I would have
said that this reflected friendship like I had with Yue-Lin,
and now I would say the same thing but mean something quite
different. (Life is quite confusing!) But what I felt for
Yue-Lin was nothing like what I felt for Father and thinking
about what we did yesterday had no effect on me, and despite
the fact that thinking about what I did today with Yue-Sin,
the image of his powerful frame and ever hard dick made my
dick get quite hard, the emotion wasn't there. Though,
logically that didn't mean that Father could not have
feelings for Ti-Lung similar to mine for him. Maybe when he
looked at me he was in fact looking at his memory of a young
Ti-Lung, who after all was my uncle. Yet Father had
specifically said he loved me personally, and Father did not
lie. And besides, Father did not have his own father in
competition with all other comers like I did.
But why did he not relax so we could enjoy freely on a
physical level what we had emotionally? It seemed so
simple. Yet life always seemed simple, and adults had ways
of making that simplicity complex. Maybe it was complex.
Looking at the risk Yue-Sin had taken today was possibly an
example of that. He already had his wife to satisfy him
sexually, and as that did not appear to be enough he also
had his son who was much more developed than I. Why then
take the risk of exposure and approach me? Unless danger
was an excitement of its own? Now that's getting too far
from my understanding! Or maybe it is power. Yue-Sin is
obviously very aware of my position. That sex between men
is never spoken of suggests that there must be some taboo
against it. Possibly Yue-Sin thinks by have sex with me he
is corrupting me, and this is a way at hitting out at
Father. Why would anyone want to hurt Father?
Somewhere during these mental meanderings I fell asleep
again, to wake to the soft touch of Father's lips on my
forehead. He was seated beside me on the bed.
"Wake up Cavon. Time to go."
I smiled up at him, reaching up to catch his handsome
face between my two hands then seemingly floating up to
place my lips on his. He was surprised, then relaxed his
lips into a soft kiss. I fell back content, one hand on his
arm he was using to support himself on my far side, the
other on his thigh. "I'm very happy Father."
"So am I, my son. It is wonderful to have you in the
adult world, in my protection."
My mid siesta ramblings surfaced as I looked lovingly
into his eyes. "He does not let things go any further
because he is protecting me," I thought. "If only he knew!"
"Let's go before problems surface," the loving smile
still present glowing down on me.
"Okay."
Mother was still asleep. The stable boy had been
allowed to saddle Trugo, and Trugo was eagerly awaiting us.
Before mounting father put his hand inside his coat and did
something, then looked at me. "We forgot to bring home your
new coat," he said.
"It's okay. I'll just undo this one again." I mounted
behind Father and as soon as the stable boy had turned my
hands were inside his coat to find his trousers loosened,
waiting for me. Like a lizrab down its hole my hand dove
in, but found only hair.
Realising the problem Father said, "Uh. I'm sitting on
him. Wait till we're in the lane." There he lifted himself
in the stirrups, slipped a hand inside his trousers and
delivered his dick to me. He had to stretch it as it was
quite soft and small. I held it tight so it did not escape.
Seeming to hear my almost-thought-of question he said,
seemingly embarrassed, "I masturbated after siesta so he
would stay under better control."
"Masturbated?" I asked, not recognising the word.
Even more embarrassed he replied. `"Ah, you know,
like, touch yourself till you achieve orgasm."
I almost asked `Orgasm?' when I realised that it must
mean "cum". I contentedly cuddled in behind Father's
jacket, finding that my left hand was free to fiddle to my
hearts content without causing the distraction even slight
movement caused this morning. It was interesting examining
Father's limp dick, noting how even at rest the head was
quite big, how the skin slipped backward and forward easily.
I felt an urged to examine his balls, and was skewing myself
to achieve further reach with my left hand when Father said
sotto voice, "Whoa! I'll let you have a feel of them in the
court office. Here you're making a show!"
Realising I had got so involved that I had forgotten
where we were I sat up straight and lost hold of his dick
all together. The Town Building was in sight so I didn't
bother trying to regain a grip, rather turned my thoughts to
what the afternoon would teach, mainly in an attempt to
soften my dick. Father never said much about his
afternoons. I know he settled disputes between towns folk,
made judgements on wrongdoers, but he never spoke of
individuals. He said that people deserved privacy, even in
their errors if they were not too severe.
By now I had become quite good at slipping off Trugo at
the same time as pulling my jacket together. Father
dismounted leisurely and hand Trugo to Po-Wei, the Town
Building's assistant, asking at the same time, "How many
cases have we today?"
"Only two my lord," replied Po-Wei with his eyes
correctly on the ground.
"Difficult ones?"
"No, I don't think so my lord."
"Good! Give me a while before you come in with the
robes."
"Yes my lord," bowed Po-Wei.
Father and I entered by the Lord's entrance at the
front of the building into a meeting room. Behind this was
the dressing room. The meeting room was empty. "Through
here Cavon," he said, leading me into the dressing room at
the same time as loosening his trouser tie. He let them
drop to knee level giving me free access.
I lovingly examined his balls, moved them around within
the relaxed sack, felt their texture and size, committing
them to memory. They were certainly bigger than Yue-Lin's,
but softer. Feeling I had taken enough time, rather than
having lost interest, I let go and stood straight. I tipped
my head up and this time there was no surprise, Father met
my lips in a gentle kiss. He then readjusted his trousers
and began telling me about the room. There was a peg for
his lizlion jacket, and a new one beside it for mine. There
was a basin of water, two sitting mats and a small lacquered
table with writing equipment and rice paper. Illumination
was provided by the new roof light, a clever flap in the
shingled roof to allow day light to enter, another concept
introduced by the King.
Looking up the roof light I said, "The King has had
many interesting ideas. He must be a very clever man."
"He is indeed a wise man, but he does in fact have some
assistance to arrive at his discoveries."
At that moment Po-Wei knocked at the door. At Father's
call he came in carrying two sets of robes. I was
instructed to observe how the robe was organised, where the
ties were, where the arm outlets. Like outdoor robes it was
designed for arms to be kept inside out of sight (and
wetness) except when needed. My robe was a smaller
duplicate, but in cream rather than deep burgundy. Father
lead into the hearing room. Po-Wei, bringing up the rear,
showed me where to sit (I was to be an observer only and was
placed in the corner) then brought in the first case.
Both cases for the afternoon seemed so petty, a chicken
that was stolen, or maybe just went astray and fell into the
neighbours cooking pot, an insult levelled by a man against
the wife of another that was maybe just swearing into empty
space. I admired Father's gravity in handling them, not
letting them see the minuscule nature of their problems,
pronouncing his judgements with wisdom and allotting fitting
punishments. The fowl issue was straightforward - the chook
had to be replaced, but I found the second intriguing. The
profaner was ordered to spend his non-work hours as an
unpaid servant for the offended lady for a week, to not see
his family or go home but rather to sleep on the floor of
the hut by the door to protect against outside dangers. He
had to provide his own food. It seemed fair, demeaning but
not cruel. Mother said that Father had a reputation for
being a wise, good judge of people and their characters, and
rarely was their any significant complaint about his rule in
the town. If new evidence did arise that showed his
judgement was incorrect Father was not afraid to re-open the
hearing and do what ever was necessary to correct the
situation.
This did not take long and in less than an hour we were
handing our robes back to Po-Wei. Father looked at me.
"There's nothing urgent for the rest of the day. What do
you think we go for a ride around the estate?" he asked.
"Specially seeing this is your first day."
"That would be marvellous, sir," I replied.
Father handed me my coat and then put on his. Before
he closed it he made a show of undoing his trouser tie,
though not loosening them. His smile was a glowing fire.
"Let's hope they don't fall down before I get onto Trugo!
But don't reach in till we're out of the town. We'll be on
the main street all the way to the gate."
I nodded. The morning drizzle had turned into light
rain. Po-Wei was standing holding Trugo when we came out
(though I'm not sure how he had managed to get him so
quickly) and we pulled up our hoods to keep rain from
entering our coat's collars. Having my coat open was
obviously a bit of a problem, but I wasn't going to miss out
on what was on offer for anything.
Father stopped and spoke to various town folk on the
way down the main street, introducing me to those I had not
met, informing all that I had entered adulthood. The last
was Hi-Tui, the gate watchmen. He was also in charge of all
those who watched from the walls and Father would always
expect a report of anything seen in the last day.
Hi-Tui never had any fear of Father, though he never
faltered in respect. This was reflected in his answer to
the usual request for report of observations. "Only someone
who entered yesterday as a boy and is leaving today as a
man, my lord!" he said, somehow managing to have the
appropriate head bow and smile at me behind Father at the
same time.
"Yes, that's a wondrous thing, is it not! Thankyou you
Hi-Tui."
Outside the gate we made an immediate right turn. "I
often inspect the town wall before going out into the
fields, when there is time." After we had moved out of
sight of Hi-Tui he slipped his hand inside his coat then
said, "Okay."
The first thing my hand found was his. He held it
tight for a bit before introducing it to his dick, not quite
as soft as it was before. Returning both of his hands to
the reins he encouraged Trugo into a faster walk. The wall
consisted of tree trunks cut into sharp points, cleverly
fixed together so nothing external could be cut or damage
them, buried in the ground and angled outwards to make it
harder to scale. The logs were obviously of various ages.
It had always seemed enormous when I was on foot, but on
horseback it was less impressive. Still I could not see
anyone being able to reach its top to clamber over it. Not
that I had ever heard of any threat made against it. Every
now and again father would stop and mark a notch in an aging
log with a small axe.
"What are the walls protecting the town from?" I asked.
"To understand the walls you have to understand the
region. 20 years ago when the King was young and had not
yet ascended the throne this area was rich in agriculture.
But it was on the fringe of the realm and was often raided
by small, mobile groups of tribesmen taking lives and
animals. Frequently enough that though none of our
neighbours coveted the area it was starting to decay. The
previous King set Father a task, I think in part to test his
worthiness to rule. That task was to reinvigorate the
region. After exploring he decided that what was needed was
a secure place where people could live and where animals
could be stabled at night. Also a local authority had to be
instituted. You know the King is a clever man with many new
ideas. He realised that if a few houses were built, even if
a local lord was installed, raids would continue unabated.
He also knew that none of the nobility of the realm would be
tempted to come and rule anyway. So he had two problems.
He put his solution to the then King for his agreement,
because it wasn't a cheap solution, but he thought it is one
that would pay for itself quickly. The King agreed.
"The solution rested on a number of points. One was
the easy defensibility of this location. The strange,
rectangular cut out shape of this small valley off the river
valley with its sheer rock walls, the tops of which are
difficult to access, made it safe from rear attack. The
second was the natural hot spring. Father suspected that
this was just the small surface of a larger underground body
of water, and its presence could make this a comfortable
place to live. He then designed a town, something never
previously heard of. He first laid outlines of all the
principle buildings and the streets of the town, then
allowed room for expansion to decide the position of the
wall. All the floor of this side valley was forested, and
was cut to supply the logs for the wall. Wall complete
construction of the buildings began. First was the lord's
residence. Father figured that this had to provide a level
of comfort that made up for its distance from the King's
court. He conceived the idea of sewer trenches and of the
hot tubs. Initially he had thought to use tank water like
in other parts of the realm but the low rainfall here could
make that unreliable. He puzzled over this for weeks,
roaming around the hills, till he came upon the spring that
supplies our water. He then saw the solution. A channel
was dug to the edge of the cliff at a point where there was
a natural vertical chute in the rook. The tank was built at
the base of this chute and overflowed into a number of
smaller calibre pipes for distribution along the streets.
The canal external to the town was a liability he recognised
- it could be easily damaged or poisoned. The tank supplied
a stand-by if this happened, as he made sure that the inflow
could be diverted into the waste system if necessary where
the overflow went anyway to keep it rinsed. The area at the
top of the cliff could be accessed only with difficulty
anyway, and would require inside knowledge to recognise its
importance.
"Sewer lines were dug and lined, and brought through
the wall using the grilled, shallow opening which you know
well at the lowest point. It was another area of weakness,
but an unattractive one for any would be pilferer and easily
defended! The lord's house was to be modern luxury. Hot
bath, running water, sewer. You take if for granted but
there is nothing else like it in the realm. It was built at
the back to have good drainage and increased safety as it
was to be the last bastion of defence in case of an invasion
that breached the walls of the town, and so was built
strongly from stone. When it was complete he lived in it,
bringing mother, as his wife would not leave the luxury of
the KingsTown, to stay with him while the rest of the town
was completed. I was born here. Everything else was made
from the abundant timber of the area. Finally streets were
paved with river stone to reduce the mud that plagues all
towns. When completed the King gave the area to Me-Lin Wong,
a distant relative of the then King's wife, as a fiefdom.
He jumped at it of course and for 10 years the area thrived.
By this time Father had ascended the throne and the strength
of his rule made the realm more secure, and the need for
constant vigilance had diminished. Then Me-Lin died, and
his son, Me-Wei, became lord. Unfortunately he had been
spoilt as a child and lived only for pleasure, and
consequently the area started to decay. Town maintenance
was neglected, fields left uncultivated, and then he stopped
sending the required tribute to the King. Father put up
with this for some time, as he knew it would be difficult to
persuade other reliable men to take Me-Wei's place, then my
marriage occurred. I was asked if I would come here and
readily agreed. Me-Wei and all his family were ordered to
attend an audience with the King. Father knew Me-Wei well,
knew that he would use any dishonest trick to thwart the
justice he was going to administer, knew that this would
cost him dearly in soldier's lives and would continue to do
so until Me-Wei had died. Fortunately Me -Wei and his
family never arrived at the King's residence.
"Some say that Father orchestrated his assassination,
but knowing Father as well as I do, though he would not
hesitate to remove scum like Me-Wei, I doubt if he would
hurt Me-Wei's innocent family. Nothing was ever found;
neither stray horse nor body of man or beast; of the whole
retinue, and the event remains a mystery. All of Me-Wei's
remaining portable wealth was missing though, and Father
suspects that Me-Wei read the situation and rather than face
punishment fled into the wilderness to build himself a new
life. When it was realised what had happened I was
immediately placed in the town as caretaker, and when it was
declared that Me-Wei wasn't returning I was anointed the
Lord of the region."
By this time we had come to the junction of the wall
with the sheer rock of the cliff. We turned back for a bit,
then headed down a path between fields of neatly cultivated
vegetables. My education continued, moving onto an
introduction to agriculture. I learnt about the cycle of
land use, plants that liked the dryness of summer versus
those that liked the constant dampness of winter. In truth
a lot was familiar territory and Chi-Da did include biology
in his classes, but I was quite happy sitting behind father
and what he said did relay some additional information and
give a practical slant on Chi-Da's theory. Too soon the
light was fading and we were riding back through the town
gate. Father slowed Trugo for the leg through the town,
finally asking me to do up his trouser ties. Reluctantly I
let go of his dick that had been in my grasp for so long and
carefully tied his trousers. Our coats were wet so we hung
them in the stable before going inside to clean up for
dinner.
It was my turn to tell of the events since we last saw
Mother. After the traditional silence of dinner we took
rice wine cross-legged in front of the sitting room fire as
I recounted the afternoon. Mother expressed her happiness
at my ongoing learning, smiling into her hand almost
constantly in pride. Soon though my eyes were starting to
get heavy and I begged permission to retire. I was in bed,
and had just fallen into sleep when a knock sounded at my
door.
"Enter," I called.
Father's servant appeared in the open door. "My lord
requests your presence," he intoned.
Puzzled, I sought Father in the sitting room. It was
empty, so I made the trek deeper into the house to his
chambers. I knocked on the door in trepidation, as I had
never been here before.
"Yes," sounded Father's voice.
I cautiously opened the door and put my head round
through the gap. Father was sitting at a desk. He was
wearing an embroided white silk robe that he was holding
together with his left hand. A pen was in his right and he
continued writing for a little before looking up. "Ah,
Cavon my boy!" he exclaimed warmly, letting go of the robe.
It fell open to reveal his bare chest. "Come in. You don't
need to knock. Just come in. There's nothing to hide
between us!"
I came in and shut the door. After 6 years without
seeing any more of Father's body than a bit of bare thigh on
one occasion I had been feasted with vistas of his bare skin
since last night. "Thankyou sir. You sent for me, sir?"
"Yes, but please drop the formality. There is no
formality between us in these chambers."
I nodded, then took this as permission to look around
the room. It was large, with the desk at which Father was
seated near the back wall on the left. There was a door in
the wall to it's left, and another in the wall to its right.
The walls were lined with cloth hangings, decorated with
paintings and tapestries. The floor was covered in rush
matting. A combustion stove sat in the middle of the room,
and there was also an open fire in the wall opposite the
desk. In the right hand wall was another door. All were
closed except that to the left of the desk, but I could only
see a portion of wall through it. Several large closets
were situated around vacant areas of wall.
"You've never been in here," said Father in response to
my gaze. "I'll show you around but I wish to talk with you
first. Come and sit."
I sat on the matting in front of the desk.
"I have a suggestion I wish to make. You are not
obliged to take it up in its entirety, but one thing is
essential. The personal liberties that we have taken with
each other outside of these walls must stop. We run the
risk of scandal." In response to my fallen face he said,
"Wait till I finish. We cannot go back on the closeness
that has developed so rapidly between us. It would cause us
both pain and there is no need for that. In these chambers
we can have the freedom to express ourselves, but this will
not be of much benefit if you remain sleeping adjacent to
your Mother's rooms. We will now be sharing the same hours,
so I would like to suggest that you move into these rooms
with me. This was designed as the parental suite, and has
two bedchambers. One can be yours if you wish."
He did not need to ask my answer, it was written
clearly in my smile. "So, I'll show you around," he said,
standing. The desk had hidden everything below his waist
and I had assumed he was wearing trousers, but to my
surprise and pleasure I discovered he had nothing on other
than his robe, that did not have a tie. "But first embrace
me."
My arms reached under his robe to try to encircle him.
"Anything is okay?" I asked.
"Anything we wish."
So I let my arms explore down his back to his buttocks,
then let one hand slide around to find his swelling dick.
For the first time I was able to explore it in comfort,
slide the skin up and down. Father tensed but did not ask
me to stop. With one hand he lifted my chin and kissed me
softly on the lips. "I'll show you around now," he said as
he broke his embrace. First he walked into the room to the
left of the desk. "This is my bedroom." It was also lined
with hangings, had a door out to an enclose courtyard and
contained only a large bed. "It backs almost directly onto
the cliff wall - separated only for ventilation. The cliff
wall is quite wet, and special drainage channels were dug at
its base to take away the water. Still, it can be damp,
which is why I keep the stove burning at all times."
The next door revealed bathing facilities. A basin
with its own supply of hot and cold water with a glass(!)
mirror on the wall in front of it, a tub, smaller than the
one in the washing room but big enough for one person, and a
further door leading into a toilet. The bench containing
the toilet seat backed onto the cliff, and a tank for water
sat beside it for flushing away the waste. The washroom was
truly luxurious. The final door led into another bedroom,
but other than wall hangings it was empty. "This has not
been used since we moved here. Tomorrow I will have the
servants move your bed and possessions in for you."
"Does that mean I will sleep one more night in the
other room?" I asked, feeling intense disappointment.
"I guess," Father replied then paused for dramatic
impact, enjoying seeing the pain in my face for the pleasure
of relieving it, "unless you want to sleep in my bed."
I jumped on him and hugged. "I'd love to, of course,"
I cried.
"Get your immediate personal gear then."
I raced out, grabbed my clothes for tomorrow, my
pillow, my comb and a fresh bamboo for my teeth. When I got
back Father was standing at the basin. He had taken off his
robe and was cleaning his teeth. He interrupted to tell me
to hang my clothes in the closet and put my comb in the wash
room. After depositing the comb I kissed his bare shoulder.
"Now, remove that childish night gown. Its warm in
here always, and men don't wear clothes in bed." I complied
without hesitation. Father paused to look at me then said,
"One thing that I should have said. We cannot hide away
here all the time. It would not be fair to your Mother, and
even though our servants are discreet even they might start
to talk. So we must spend as much, or more time in the
communal rooms as we ever have. Understand?" I nodded.
"Good! Now into bed, I won't be long."
I scampered under the bed cover after putting my pillow
right beside Father's. Soon he joined me. We lay embraced
initially, forehead resting on forehead. I was unable to
resist the free availability of his dick and was soon
playing with it again. Father kissed me on the lips,
followed with, "Now leave it alone for a while boy or
neither of us will get any sleep. Roll over."
I slotted myself into the curve of his body,
luxuriating in his warm presence, his embracing arm, his
hand that cupped my balls and hard dick. "Goodnight Father.
I love you."
"Goodnight Cavon. I love you too." He said and gave my
dick a squeeze.
I fell asleep quickly, as content as I can ever
remember being. I woke at some time during the night.
Father had rolled away, lying on his back snoring softly.
There was enough light from the dying fire in the main room
for my dark-accustomed eyes to make out a large bulge
lifting the bed cover in the area of his groin. Cautiously
I slipped under the cover to discover what it was, to find
his dick, harder than at any time I had touched it to date,
lifting the bed cover. It felt marvellous in my hand. It
still bent, but it was much less squishy. Father's snoring
paused and he rolled on his side away from me. Frightened
that I had wakened him I remained very still, but his
breathing continued with a slow regularity. I slipped back
up to the pillow, contemplating these newly found facts,
both that Father's dick was hard while he was asleep and
that it was much harder than when he was awake. I cuddled
up behind him and was soon asleep again.
THIRDAY
Father kissed me lightly on the forehead, bringing me
awake. I smiled up at him, then joined my lips to his in a
long kiss. When Father got up I noticed that his dick was
quite hard, as it had been during the night. "Is you dick
better?" I asked.
"No. I just need to pass water," he replied.
"Oh," feeling disappointed. "May I feel it while it's
hard?"
"Sure, but not too long. I really need to pass water."
He stood in front of where I was sitting on the edge of
the bed. His dick, sticking straight out, seemed massive
now it was hard. I wrapped my two hands around it then
started pulling backwards and forwards. A drop of clear
fluid glistened in its eye. To touch it was slippery, not
like urine that I thought it might have been, and I started
rubbing it around the smooth skin of the head.
"Steady there!" exclaimed Father.
So I stopped, satisfying myself with a close
examination of its swollen head. Having it so close to my
face led to the next obvious step, and before Father could
react its head was in my mouth. It tasted different to Yue-
Lin's, better, though it stretched my jaws something awful.
I ran my tongue around a bit leading to a "Whoa!" from
Father and he pulled away.
"I'm busting," he said, leaving me to watch his hairy
back as he exited.
I followed him into the wash room as I needed to go as
well. My dick was just as hard as his, but this was nothing
unusual so I couldn't say it was related to my full bladder.
I watched him pass water, fascinated how his dick sagged as
his bladder emptied. "Maybe there is a connection between
the bladder and the dick, and the dick swells because it is
full of water," I thought. I suggested this to Father.
"No, it is full of blood," he replied, "though when you
look at mine you would think it was as you suggested."
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I have seen a man have his dick cut off as punishment.
Blood came out."
"What did he do? I have never heard of this type of
punishment."
"He showed his hard dick to a woman in public."
"Why would he want to do that?" I asked. By this time
it was my turn at the toilet. My dick did not go down as I
emptied my bladder, ruining my theory.
"It excites some men to do this. This happened in the
days of the old King. Father dropped this kind of
punishment when he became king as the man who was punished
died afterwards nearly every time. That's why you haven't
heard of it."
"Oh."
"I have a room just outside where I take my breakfast
rice. You will not need to dress, just a robe, as no one
will be there," Father said after washing his hands. "We
can clean up after eating."
After the morning rice I had another treat - watching
Father shave. Something else I had never seen. "Will I
have to shave?" I asked. It looked complicated and
dangerous scraping a sharp knife across his face.
"Yes, when you've matured a bit more."
Eventually we were both ready. "Now remember, hands to
yourself when we are outside this room," said Father.
"How will I hold on behind you?"
"Grab something else, but not my dick!"
"Okay." I lifted my face for a kiss that Father bent
down to give, warm and tender. Our coats were hanging
outside the door, brought in from the stable by our servants
after they had dried. We both needed them to hide our
arousal.
Life had become a continuing surprise for me since I
reached adulthood. Waiting for me in the stable was a small
pony! I thanked Father formally as the stable hand was
present, though wanting to hug him. The stable hand helped
me onto the pony. "Now you will only need to hang onto your
reins," Father said smiling after we were in the street.
And I was holding on. I felt very nervous, sure I was
going to fall off, even though the pony sedately followed
Trugo on his way to the main stables. "You'll get used to
it quickly. When you're a bit bigger you can transfer to
Kito, but for the moment this little lady will allow you to
get started."
I was left in the care of Hu-Wi that morning to learn
the basics of horses. Father was going to call past on his
way home for siesta. Unlike Yue-Sin, Hu-Wi treated me with
full respect. He was a man in mid years, slim and wiry. His
hair was quite white in spite of his years and was worn long
in a pony tail. He had a wispy white beard. He first gave
me a guided tour of Kito, showing me all the good things to
look for in a horse, comparing Kito with other horses in the
stable. It seemed Kito had all the good points, and I
realised I had received a magnificent animal. I wanted to
grow on the instant so I could ride him, but had to settle
with the pony, which I must admit was a sweet little animal.
"What will happen to this sweet pony when I am big
enough for Kito?" I asked Hu-Wi as he led me around the yard
on the pony's back explaining the use of knees for guiding.
I feared he would say that she would be killed for meat.
"She will go onto to teach another young man, my lord
Cavon. She is a sweet tempered, intelligent beast. Her
only fault is her size for otherwise she is a fine steed."
"Good," I said, giving her a hug. "Does she have a
name?"
"Of course my lord. It is a tribute to your nature to
ask. Most young men don't care, they seem to almost resent
her as she is not their horse. Her name is Lika."
"Okay Lika, I think it is time you and I did this
solo!"
"You feel ready, my lord?"
"Sure am!"
Hu-Wi handed me the reins and I walked Lika for a bit,
the pushed her into a slow canter. Lika responded
beautifully and soon she was dodging back and forward
between the obstacles set up in the centre of the yard.
"You learn quickly, my lord," said Hu-Wi.
"Thankyou Hu-Wi. But I have no reason to accept
praise. I have two very good teachers."
"Two teacher's, my lord?"
"You." I paused for effect. "And Lika."
"Ah yes, my lord. You have noticed! Lika is a
wonderful teacher. I must tell Lord Srotyr how quick you
are. I have not had one other young man notice that
before!"
"And, of course, you did not tell them, though I hope
you complemented Lika in private!"
"Yes, my lord. She is a fine steed and deserves every
reward I give her."
"What does she like?" I asked.
"She likes carrots, my lord, and if she can get it,
sugar."
"Ah, the lady has a sweet tooth. Do you think I am
good enough to ride out to meet Lord Srotyr, Hu-Wi?"
"On Lika I would think so, my lord. She does not spook
easily. But if its okay I would like to see if you can stay
on if she were to take fright."
"Yes, of course."
"Now take hold with your knees, my lord. It is with
your legs that you hold onto a horse, not your arms. Your
arms are for your sword, The One forbid that there is ever
need to use it." Hu-Wi then made a gesture to Lika and she
lifted her front legs into the air.
I hung on for all I was worth, and managed to stay on
despite all Hu-Wi had Lika did. I was pleased to dismount
though.
"Excellent, my lord. I would like to show you some
details about grooming before you go."
"Certainly, Hu-Wi," I said, following him on wobbly
legs. I was sure that my legs would be as sore tonight as
my arms were last night. But I was happy, and looked
forward to surprising Father by coming to meet him. Hu-Wi
showed me how to rub down a hot horse by grooming Lika
before letting me re-saddle her. Soon I was riding sedately
towards the Town Building. I was only part way down the
street when Father turned in to the other end
He let me come to him, then said, "I can see you've
have learnt a lot in a short time. You now sit well. Let
me talk with Hu-Wi before we head home." Father dismounted
and entered the stables, handing Trugo's reins to me. Soon
he returned, a dazzling smile lighting face. Just his smile
melted me inside. "You know how to make your Father proud
Cavon. Let's go home."
I followed behind Trugo. Lika liked following the big
stallion so there was no effort needed on my part. We left
the horses in the care of the stable hand and I followed
Father inside. Just like Lika, I liked following the big
stallion, hardly aware of my aching legs as I floated
behind, still alight from the warmth of his smile. Inside
our rooms he corked the drainage plug of the bath and
unplugged the hot water. "Undress and lie on the bench here
Cavon. I'll massage your legs."
Father undressed as well then firmly massaged my legs
and buttocks with a sweet smelling oil. "How are your
shoulders?" he asked.
"Starting to stiffen."
Before getting me to roll over he massaged my shoulders
and upper back, then after rolling he dug his strong fingers
into the front and inside of my thighs. My dick was
throbbing stiffly above this, but Father did not touch it,
even though my right hand was gently stroking his swollen
organ when it was in reach. "Now, into the bath with you,
soak some heat into those muscles."
"Do you use this bath often?"
"It is a habit I have developed. I bath every night.
I only use the large tub on GodDay for appearances as this
is more convenient, though sitting up to one's neck in the
big tub is pleasant."
"What is it made of? The surface is so smooth."
"I believe it is shaped from the resin of a tree found
on the other side of the mountains, then painted over with
alum which for some reason makes it water proof. The basin
is the same."
"It feels so nice sliding up and down on it."
"It does," Father replied as he left the room. After a
while he returned. "Now its time we got to lunch. Kneel,
and I'll make sure all the oil has come off your back and
legs." He soaped his hands and rubbed down my back and
legs, once again running his finger around my anus and
letting it slip inside. This time in response to the
pleasure this gave I pushed back on his finger so that it
penetrated further. Father cooperated and I think his
entire finger entered. It felt exquisite, but all too soon
he took it out. "Rinse the soap off and get dry." He
washed his hands in the bath, plugged the inlet and
unplugged the drain, then stood in the entrance of the wash
room watching me. His dick was wonderfully swollen, though
not a shade on what it had been like in the morning.
Dry, I gave him a hug, then reached up to pull his head
down for a kiss. He met my lips willingly, his mouth relaxed
and a little open. His tongue slid along my lips, seemingly
requesting entry. I complied and his tongue explored a
little inside my mouth for a moment before he suddenly
pulled his mouth away. He did not let go of me, squeezing
me tight against him. "Can I lick your dick a little bit,"
I asked. He did not reply, but his arms loosened their grip
enough for me to slip down. The varying moods of his dick
were fascinating. It was swollen, almost as long as when it
was hard in the morning, but quite malleable. I rolled back
the skin then gently ran my tongue around the flange of its
head. I took the head into my mouth and was caught by
surprise as the sensation built up rapidly in me to climax.
I was not even touching my dick! My body tensed but I took
care not to bite down of the wondrous organ in my mouth.
Father lifted me, holding me at arm's length and
looking at my dick. It was still hard, and as usual nothing
came out. Seemingly satisfied, though I wasn't sure what he
was looking for, he held me again and said, "Get some clean
clothes on. You don't want to lunch smelling of horse! I
need to use the toilet so I'll meet you in the dinging
room."
Mother was in the meeting room, kneeling over her
embroidery, when I entered. I told her that Father would
not be long and sat close along side her, telling her about
my morning. When Father entered, looking a little flushed
in the face, we sat at the dining table. Grace was said,
and we ate in traditional silence. After completing the
meal Father briefly told Mother of the complements Hu-Wi had
expressed about me. I blushed, and defended myself by
saying that any compassion I had I had learnt from Mother.
Mother hugged me warmly before we separated for siesta. On
entering our room Father kissed me, wishing me a good
repose, then turned to his bedroom. "Can't I sleep with
you?" I asked to his retreating back. He faced me, nodded
without saying anything, and I tripped after him. He
undressed, his dick quite as small as I had seen it, and got
under the cover. I slipped my naked body, less tense now
the desire that had built in it since my time with Yue-Sin
the previous day had been released, into the curve of his,
twisted my head to kiss him again, and was quickly asleep.
Father was not in bed when I awoke. Worried that he
had already left I ran naked into the main room. He was
seated at his desk, his white silk robe open as it had been
when I entered for the first time last night. "Ah Cavon,
you are awake. Put on your robe and join me." In response
to my puzzled look he pointed to one of the closets. In it
was a deep blue version of the robe he was wearing.
"Thankyou Father!" I exclaimed, thrilling at the
sensation of the smooth silk against my skin.
"Thank your Mother, Cavon. It is she who did the
embroidery."
The image was of flowers and leaves in red, yellow and
green. It was beautiful. "I will."
"Look at this with me." I joined him at the desk. In
front of him was a map that, on scrutinising, I realised was
of our town and the immediate surrounds. "We have a problem
that will become urgent within a year or so. Though Father
allowed room for expansion within the walls of the town, the
area is so rich that it has been able to support many more
people than he could have guessed. We need to expand the
town, but this needs to be done in a way that will not
jeopardise our security. We have been at peace with the
Kingdom of Wingso ever since father became King, but there
is no guarantee that this will last while a new wall is
built. Also, the town gate is a major structure and is
still in good condition. It would be shame to build
another."
By this time I was sitting on Father's lap, my new gown
lifted from under me so my naked buttocks were against his
bare skin. I had never seen a map of the town, and it was
interesting to see how everything slotted together, the same
but at the same time different from my street level
understanding.
"Look at this for me while I'm away and let me know
what you think."
"I can't come with you?"
"You'll be better resting your legs. I don't have much
to do and will be back soon. Tomorrow we can go for a long
ride. I want to inspect our most recent fields."
"Okay." Father dressed. I got up to kiss him good
bye, then went back to the map. The side valley was drawn
as a perfect rectangle. I hadn't thought of it before, but
it was a strange shape for a natural structure. Everything
else around was made up of weathered slopes and curves. I
knew that the walls sloped up gradually where the side
valley joined the main river valley, not reaching a
significant height for some 100 paces. The town wall began
some 600 paces back from that. An idea came and I drew a
quick sketch on a piece of rice paper, looked at closely to
see if there were any obvious faults, then put it aside,
filled with a happy anxiety to explain it to Father.
I passed the rest of the afternoon with mathematics. I
had had a new idea, about numbers that only divided into
themselves. I was curious to see if there was any pattern,
so one by one I checked every number up to 100. I could not
see a pattern, but wrote them out neatly for later
contemplation, filing them in a drawer in my desk. It took
up a long time but Father still had not returned. I
wandered out to see Mother, had tea with her and talked
about numbers. I ran back to get the list I had just
written out, but she could see no pattern either. We both
wondered where Father had gone, though it was not unusual
for him to head out into the fields to solve problems the
overseers were unable to solve.
I had just returned to my room to wash up for dinner
when Father came in. "Run me a bath," he said. His clothes
were quite grubby. I looked at him questioningly after
complying. "A man fell down a deep hole in the new area.
Quite a strange hole, we can look at it tomorrow. I helped
get him out."
"Was he hurt?"
"Yes," replied Father, taking off his clothes in the
washroom. "Broken leg. I set it for him, but it was a bad
break I think he will always be lame. We will visit him in
the morning to treat it further." He sat on the edge of the
bath waiting for it to fill. His face looked drained,
"You look tired," I commented after a while.
"Not so much tired as upset. I feel it deeply when a
man is injured doing work for me. I almost feel his pain
myself."
"A hot bath will help. Would you like me to massage
you?"
Father smiled. "I don't know if your hands will be
strong enough to make much impression, but why not."
Like father had when he massaged me, I undressed.
Father lay on his belly on the wooden bench. I got the oil,
but could not apply much force from ground level as the
bench was quite high. "Jump up and sit on me," said Father,
"you will be able to apply more pressure."
Sitting on his buttocks I rubbed the sweet-scented oil
into his shoulders. The muscles felt tight and tense as I
dug into them with all my force, but slowly they did begin
to relax. I moved gradually down his back, enjoying the
feel of his powerful body under my hands, but also
fascinated by watching my rigid dick slipping down the crack
between his buttocks. When I had moved all the way down to
the bottom of his calves he asked me to slip back up again,
pointing to an area of his mid back that was troubling him.
As I slid along his oiled thighs my dick seemed drawn to a
target of its own, slipping into the crack of his buttocks.
It was pushing against an obstruction, but this suddenly
disappeared as I reached higher up his back on his
direction. I had entered him! Not quite sure what I should
do I kept massaging, but keeping my dick quite still.
"Now your in you may as well fuck me," said Father to
my surprise.
"Are you sure?" I questioned.
"I'm sure. It will give me pleasure."
So I lay on him and started to move rhythmically. I
took a while to finish, but Father did not complain, though
nor did he moan and groan like Yue-Sin. When I finished,
lying panting on top of him, he said, "Now we'll both need a
bath."
He entered first and I followed, facing him, legs
intertwined. Father's face had relaxed, and was looking at
me contentedly. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Yes Father, very much."
"Hmm. I'm pleased. Would you like to wash me?"
"Yes, immensely!"
"I'm all yours!"
Rubbing soap into every crack and cranny felt
wonderful. I specially enjoyed washing his dick, even
though it was largely unresponsive. Father then washed me
before we dried and dressed for dinner. He gave me a long
pensive look as we left our room. "This is all happening
much quicker than I would have imagined," he said with his
hand on the door handle. "I thought I was stronger."
BOOK 2
CHAPTER 1
Cavon looked up from the page he had been writing.
Bright sunlight shone through the windows of the low-level
flier. It was skimming over endless blue ocean on its way
to the first island he was due to audit this trip. He had
set the flier speed to slow to give him time. Its auto-
guidance and roof of solar cells meant he had to pay it no
more attention until he arrived at the island. It just
skimmed over the water surface on its ion cushion without
causing as much as a vibration. He had wanted the time so
as to re-capture his childhood. He had decided that to do
this he must use the tools of his childhood, but his hand
was now cramped by hours of unaccustomed writing. It was
taking much longer than he thought it would, but time was
something of which he had an abundance. Pages of his tight
hand littered the small bench he was using as a desk.
"Maybe I should have just dictated to the computer." He
often found himself thinking aloud on these trips. After 10
years (galactic standard, not NuChin) on this planet he was
starting to feel that he was loosing contact with his early
years. The only physical things he had left were the three
recordings of Father with William, but these were not really
part of his life, and a note left for him by Father. They
were part of his past though. William had introduced him to
this job on this remote planet, one that no one else had
wanted and which had been vacant for so many years prior to
his taking it up that it had become notorious throughout the
civilised galaxy. Most of the problem lay in the fact that
one had to pay for one's passage to and from the planet, and
the salary being offered was not enough to compensate for
such a cost. William had organised for him to be left here,
on Planet T7G8. A strange planet, he was told that there
was none other like it anywhere else in the universe. In a
binary star system it had somehow come to rest at the point
of equal attraction between the two stars. It spun, and
revolved around the two stars at the same rate they revolved
around each other, so effectively it stayed still. It was
therefore sunlit constantly, with the edge in the plane of
the junction of the two stars receiving light from both
stars at the same time. The two stars were slightly
different colours, and you could tell which you were facing.
Currently it was Blue that was in the sky above him, Yellow
was in eclipse.
The planet was also strange in that it did not have any
landmasses or any tilt. It was like a billiard ball covered
uniformly with a coating of water some 60 metres deep. With
the uniform heating and equal gravity pull at all times
there were, no tides, no waves and very little wind. There
was a slow current moving the warm equatorial water to the
slightly cooler polar regions twisted a little by the
planets spin and air masses gently followed this. The only
things above water were a scattering of coral atolls. It
was an ideal environment for coral, but only on a very few
spots on the planet was the water shallow enough to allow
its growth. But when it grew it grew with vigour, forming
ever-expanding islands.
There was no animal life on land more advanced than
insects despite the teeming sea life, but vegetation had
colonised the land. Every island had its own unique plant
life, isolated genetic systems. They had adapted to the
unusual environment, one that did not see rain or darkness,
each in their own way. It was one that formed a communal
root system that dipped into the salt water of the ocean and
desalinated it for its own use that had caused the human
colonisation of this otherwise useless planet. Or rather it
was a parasite plant that tapped into this root system for
its own water supply that was the cause. It had taken the
botanists a while to realise that they were in fact
different plants. The parasite plant stored water in little
fruit like projections from under its leaves, with a central
nut-like seed. The water was to provide the moisture for
the seed to germinate until it could send its own roots into
the host communal root system. For reasons that are unclear
the water also contained a sugar and a chemical that
enormously heightened sexual sensation for the human
species. Why the plant bothered producing this novel
chemical was unclear. It did not seem to play any obvious
role in its own lifecycle, except that it had now caused it
to be grown on every single coral atoll of the planet! An
unpredictable genetic advantage. It had also received the
enigmatic name of XTC.
Of course the chemical had been easily synthesised, but
the fruit had quite a delicious flavour, especially the nut,
and in a universe starved of novelty it was in great demand
amongst the wealthy elite. It was an essential after dinner
fruit at any party of worth. It was only for them that it
was available as the plant had resisted all attempts to
culture it anywhere else in the known galaxy. It was its
rarity as much as its delicate flavour that caused its
demand, an enormous snob value. Cavon's poorly paid job was
to monitor the production of the fruit for Lind Inc, the
company that owned the planet and had the galaxy wide
monopoly for its distribution. It was a joke of a job as
the production quotas were set not far from the maximum
possible growth capacity, and even if a little was traded
illegally it was so little and the demand was so great that
it would make no difference to their pricing structure. In
truth any surplus was generally consumed by the growers
themselves, one of the perks of the job. But the accounts
department on the company's home planet, ZurichSide, wanted
everything quantified in nice spreadsheet form, so Cavon
went from island to island counting beans. That no one had
done this for so many years made his job easy, as not even
Lind Inc's heartless accounts department expected to receive
much information.
It was an interesting job however for the range of
people he met. An odd mixture came to live on the isolated
atolls to cultivate and harvest this plant. There was only
one farm per atoll, so they had to have an ability to live
in isolation. It was quite lucrative, but many people still
lost their investment capital and ended up in debt to Lind
Inc for the next couple of hundred years as they couldn't
handle being so alone. This of course was not bad for Lind
Inc, as there was always a queue of new applicants. If one
could last one's 50 year lease the profit generated, even
after paying out one's loan that had provided the exorbitant
investment capital, was enough to set one up in a standard
of living that could actually afford to buy, on a daily
basis for at least the next 300-400 years, the fruit that
one had produced for the previous 50 years. Even if one
lived on the best planets in the galaxy! And if one had
good financial advice one, in theory, should never have to
work again, though most people eventually took up some kind
of employment to maintain interest.
Having lay in the total exerciser for the necessary 30
minutes, eaten duck l'orange with broccoli produced by the
food synthesiser along with his AgeStop pill, stood in the
cleanser unit and changed his clothes, Cavon sat once again
at his improvised desk to resume his task.
BOOK 1 - CONTINUED
WEEK ONE - CONTINUED
FORDAY
Father felt the leg of Xi-To. It was badly swollen,
but the splint seemed to be holding well and wasn't too
tight. The leg was crooked though. "We'll have to put your
leg in traction Xi-To, or it will end up healing wrong,"
said Father. He wrapped Xi-To's leg in bandages after
removing the splint. Rope dipped in resin was run down the
sides of the leg and another bandage wrapped around it.
Resin was painted over the top. It took a little time to
dry. While he waited he padded a wide leather belt with
fisal fluff and bandages. He slipped it under Xi-To's arms
and tied it to the bed head then he spliced a piece of
rounded timber to the end of the bed. He draped the leg
rope over this. I held up the lead ring while father tied
the rope ends through it. He then let the weight ease down.
Xi-To groaned. "Be strong, my man, and try to keep your bum
on the bed," said Father. Xi-To's leg had elevated as
desired, but his whole body had started to follow! "Drink
a bit more of this," handing the tincture-treated tea.
"You'll need to stay here for 8 weeks. I'll send down a
bedpan, and my servant will come down and show your wife how
to wash you without upsetting all this. I'll come to see
you tomorrow."
I mounted Lika and followed Father on Trugo. Cloud
cover was medium, and there was no rain. The servant who
had accompanied us returned to the house to collect the
bedpan while we headed for the town gate. When Father had
received Hi-Tui's report we walked the horses through the
gate then upped the pace. Once out of earshot he said,
"Tomorrow the muscles of his leg will be more relaxed.
We'll give him a big dose of tincture then we'll have to try
to pull his leg straight." Father sounded quite grim at the
idea. Nothing more was said until we had crossed the bridge
that forded the river in the middle of the principal valley
following the temporary road to the rising slope of the far
side of the valley where we joined the permanent road and
headed to the right, up river. The winter floods had
subsided only a few weeks ago, and everything was still
quite wet. Bright rice shoots showed through the dark soil
up to where the field workers could be seen planting in the
near distance. It was a busy time of year. Rice stores
were getting low and it was important to have the new crop
in as quickly as possible. It was in an area of new
planting upriver that the accident had occurred yesterday
and this was where we were heading to investigate. But
there was no hurry. We had planned to spend the day and had
brought lunch with us.
I had slept soundly the previous night, snuggled up to
Father. I had wanted to wake to check out if his dick got
hard every night but the first thing I was aware of was
Father kissing me awake. Father started talking.
"You know some of the history of our country, but only
what everyone knows. I didn't want to trust you with more
sensitive information until you reached maturity. Do you
know why field workers receive money?"
"No Father, and I can't say I had given it much
thought."
"Nowhere else in the realm are field workers paid.
They are basically the property of their lord. I guess they
are here as well, but I introduced salaries to try to
improve efficiency. Father is very proud of his model town,
and though it did well under the rule of Me-Lin Wong it was
no better than anywhere else. When I came here I spent a
time talking to the workers, seeing what motivated them. I
became aware that many reported ill, at best 8 out of 10 of
the workforce actually worked, and usually only 6. And why
should they? In return for their work they received nothing
more than their food and accommodation, and they received
this whether they worked or not.
"So I thought: how to motivate the field workers to
want to work? What I decided was to introduce a currency
that had validity only in our town. A worker would earn 10
coins a week if he worked, with an extra 2 for each child
over 2 and under working age. He would need 7 coins to buy
food, more if he had children. So each week he would have 3
extra coins that could be used to buy things to make life
more comfortable. Now this coinage cannot be traded for
gold by the field workers so this encouraged spending. Free
persons could exchange their coinage for gold, and the coins
of the field workers provided work for tradespeople,
attracting them to our town. I set up a childcare centre
where children could be left during the day at the cost of 2
coins a week. If a woman of a family worked instead of
looking after her children she would earn a further 6 coins,
in addition to what her husband was earning. This allows a
family to live very comfortably! If a worker says he is
sick but the overseer is not convinced he is genuine he will
only receive the minimum 7 coins, reduced to 5 if his wife
is working. If he is genuinely sick he will receive his 10
coins plus the child allowance, and if he is injured at
work, like Xi-To, he will receive 15 plus the child
allowance so that his wife can stay home and look after him.
"Now 95% of able bodied men work and 60% of women.
Traders come from all over the realm to buy, with gold,
goods from our tradesmen. The concentration of tradesmen
and the large local market of coins from the workers
encourages competition, and with competition each tradesman
tries to do better than his neighbour. New ideas surface
and spread across the realm on the backs of the traders'
mules.
"I control the food and its price. Workers buy it with
coin, but tradesmen must use gold, like everywhere else in
the realm. They trade their coins for gold at the treasury,
but much of their gold comes from elsewhere in the realm. I
put a higher price on the "luxuries" that the tradesmen
love, even though they cost little more to produce, and so I
am constantly accumulating gold. I repaid the gold Father
loaned me within 1 year, and I am now one of the wealthiest
men in the realm. Though I must take care that the amount
of coin in circulation does not exceed my gold store! So
now the town needs to expand because of its success. We
didn't end up talking about it last night. What was your
idea for the wall?"
"I thought that if the new wall was constructed at an
angle, starting at or near the gate and extending as far
down the cliff face as you wish." I replied.
"Why?"
"If you build out in a rectangular form you will have
an area outside of the new wall that is hidden from other
points of the existing wall until the new wall itself can be
manned. If we were to be attacked this would provide
shelter for an enemy to group. If instead it is an angled
wall then all will be visible from the gate. When the first
extension is complete then logs can be moved from the
unneeded old wall to start construction of the opposite
wing. When completed this will also provide a funnelling
effect so that any invader will have defenders on both sides
of him as well as in front. Having arrows coming from three
directions would put terror into the heart of any soldier,
would it not?"
"It would at that! That is an excellent idea!"
"The only problem I can foresee is when we wish to
expand beyond this. I cannot see a way of additional
expansion that will not provide cover for an advancing
enemy."
"No, nor can I. But that will be a long way off, and
we may be able to build a temporary barrier at the entrance
of the side valley to discourage any assault until any
further wall is built."
At this point the road cut through a ridge that
deformed the valley wall. The cutting was very old, but was
through rock as hard as that that made up the walls of the
valley where the town was located and likewise remained
quite clean. I felt prompted to ask, "I had not thought
about it before, but when I was looking at the map of the
town I noticed how geometric was the shape of the valley.
And this cutting also has these walls cut through hard rock.
Nothing we have could cut this rock." I left this up in the
air, without making a direct question of it. It puzzled me,
and I expected Father to make a comment regarding The One as
the origin of them. He surprised me.
"When you've grown enough to ride Kito I am going to
ask permission of the King to take you on a journey. The
destination of this journey will be a hut one week's ride
from KingsTown, away in the hills. Here you will witness
the answer to your question. But I will tell you a little
first. Though I was not able to understand much of what
rests in this hut, it is quite clear we are descendants of a
people of great power, who destroyed themselves in a battle
using weapons so powerful I could not comprehend them.
These oddities that you have astutely noted I believe are
the works of this race."
"Where did they come from?"
"I don't know. Though there is a lot of material that
contains symbols, presumably some kind of writing, I was
unable to understand any of it. Maybe you, with your fast
intelligence, will do better than I."
"You talk of a great mystery Father, but you also talk
of yourself as a man of little intelligence. You know that
this is not true."
"No, Cavon. I do not say that I'm a stupid man. I
understand many things, I understand people. What I say is
that you have climbed on my shoulders and see over the top
of mountains. And that is something that makes me very
proud and very humble."
"Father, I hope I can live up to your faith."
"I have no doubts."
This killed conversation. I felt like a child again,
but given the weight of the world to carry on my shoulders.
I didn't understand how Father could see such things, even
though I felt very flattered that he did. I tried to
distract myself by concentrating on the land we were passing
through. To our right were the fields. We were currently
in an unplanted area. Smooth mud with frequent protruding
branches and other debris spread out to the brown river. On
our left hills rose steeply, forested predominantly by tall
whintox trees with dense underbrush of miscal, its dull red
foliage emphasising the numerous white flowers. Heavy gold
insects buzzed around, drunk on nectar. Red-shaded
iconogills camouflaged so well they only became visible when
their long, bright-green tongues flicked out feasted on the
abundance. Iconogills cannot last long out of water, so
there must be a pool somewhere near. "Shall we let the
horses find the pool father?"
Father was always aware of what was around him. "No
need, I have found it before. It is just over there.
Follow."
Lika followed Trugo off the road. Trugo just managed a
gap between a leaning whintox and a large boulder after
which Father dismounted. Being smaller and on a smaller
mount I was able to remain seated for longer, right up to
the lily-covered pool. "This pool is not big enough to hide
lizlions, so the horses can drink safely. We can eat a
little seated on the rock on the other side." Father
divided some rice-bread and cold chicken onto two large lily
leaves while I pulled up some of the succulent lily roots.
I then sat close to him. During the traditional silence
that accompanied eating I enjoyed the sounds of the forest.
"We lose so much living in towns, everything is so
artificial," I thought. Though the comfort of sitting of a
dry cushion was preferable to this damp, moss-covered rock.
The horses were browsing on tufts of winterweed that still
grew greenly around the pool.
I finished eating before Father. I took the cup he had
brought to drink some water, collected more for him, then
lay down using his leg as a pillow. It had been a long
morning of unaccustomed activity, and though it was well
before normal siesta time I found myself dropping off to
sleep. I awoke to the nervous whiney of Trugo. The horses
were making their way back to our rock seeking protection.
Father took out his sword and dagger, silently instructing
me to get the bow from Trugo's saddlebag. I loaded an arrow
then passed it to Father in exchange for the dagger and
squatted, my back against Father's so we couldn't be taken
unawares. Nothing emerged, and after a bit the horses
quietened. Whatever had spooked them had seemingly decided
on discretion. We packed up and returned to the safety of
the road.
It was only a further half-hour before we came to the
new fields. Lengths of timber had been planted to mark the
danger area and Father led us cautiously to its edge. I
looked down into the hole. It was maybe 5 arm lengths deep
and was lined with an evenly textured rock like material,
too smooth and even for natural rock. Only a small portion
was visible through the hole in its roof through which Wing-
To must have fallen. "I noticed that it extended quite a
way when I was down there, but it was dark and I was busy
with Wing-To, so there was no time to explore." Father
tested the strength of one of heavier pieces of timber
before securing a rope to it. "Do you feel confident to go
down?" he asked.
"I think so."
"Good. It will safer if I can support the rope from
above as I will be able to lift you out if needed." He
secured the rope around my waist then made a loop a bit
further along. "Sit on the edge here and put your foot on
the loop."
Seeing his intention I used the loop as a foot support
while holding to the rope. I had a flint and some paper to
light a candle. Father lowered me down. Once I had the
candle lit I carefully started to explore, leaving the rope
around my waist for safety (and comfort). But the
precaution proved unnecessary. The structure proved to be a
circular tank of maybe 150 paces in diameter, completely
empty and clean except for what had fallen through the entry-
hole with Wing-To.
While we were making our way to the shelter for siesta
we talked about the possible uses for such a structure.
Storage was the most obvious, but of what we could not
decide. There had been a faint but definable odour in the
tank, though it was not like anything I had smelt before. I
also mentioned to Father my idea of standardised
measurement. Currently anyone who wanted to measure
something used their own pace, or their own arm or hand to
make a measurement. This obviously would lead to different
measurements being recorded for the same distances. I
suggested that we could use Father's hand, arm and pace, and
mark these measurements onto pieces of timber, or as knots
in a length of rope, and these could be then copied so that
all measurement units would be the same. No longer would a
building foreman leaving a job lead to a disaster when his
replacement had hands and arms of different size to the
original.
Father saw the point. "You're going to give Wi-Su a
headache with all your new ideas! I'll have him institute
it."
In the shelter we lay down on travel blankets on
benches along side the field workers then wrapped them
around us. "Sleep well," said Father.
"And you," I replied. It was strange trying to sleep
with so many other people around. This hut was used for
night time as well as it was too distant from the town for
easy daily coming and going so it had more comforts than
closer shelter's. It had walls, a fireplace with a brick
chimney and a stove for cooking. Usually a designated cook
came with the workers. The advantage of working so far out
was that food was supplied free, leaving all the weekly
wages for luxuries. After a bit snores and snuffles filled
the silence, but soon they faded as I also fell asleep.
After sleeping we returned to what we were now calling
the tank. Using a strong piece of timber we carefully
tested the strength of the rest of the ceiling. I pointed
out to Father the staining and the smooth nature of the
edges of the hole through which Wing-To had fallen,
suggesting that this part of the ceiling might have been
made up of a different type of material that had
disintegrated with time. Father decided that a wooden lid
could be constructed to cover the hole, but that the whole
area above the tank would be fenced off. Neither of us
could think of any practical use for the tank. Now there
was a break in its roof it would fill with water, but the
water would be stagnant and useful only to insects for
breeding.
The journey home was more leisurely than the outward
leg. Father stopped to speak to each supervisor, checking
that all was going well with the planting. "Patience is one
of Father's strongest virtues," I thought, as we listened to
the similar reports from each supervisor, and Father made
the same comments to reinforce the line he wanted followed.
It seemed that would not be enough rice seedlings to plant
the traditional area and all of the new area that had been
planned to be introduced to cultivation. This was the
result of one of the seedling fields being washed away
during the winter floods. All the supervisors were very
concerned that it was going to effect their personal yield,
and that they would be reprimanded for their failure.
Father reassured each individually that he understood the
problem and of course it would be taken into account.
Eventually we were passing through the town gates and
hearing the horses hooves click on cobblestones. I felt
sore, seated so long in the saddle. As I dismounted I felt
the shape of the saddle had permanently deformed my legs and
was forcing my legs to spread apart. I kissed Mother. She
glowed, proud of her young man returning from his work day,
though laughing at his bowed legs. As soon as we got into
our chambers Father started a bath. Soon we were both
luxuriating in the heat, Father's legs over mine like a
puzzle. It didn't take long for me to be distracted by
Father's attractions however. I sat up straight, which
placed me right between his legs. I ran my fingers through
the wet fur of his chest, circling his nipples till they sat
up. Both hands then moved downward to his belly then gently
smoothed over his hardening dick. When there was no protest
I pulled back the skin and traced a finger around the rim of
the head. Soon my right hand was performing a pulling
action, rewarded by little twitches each time it bumped over
the head as my left hand swirled, first around his balls
then down further to his anus. My index finger trace out
the circle then gently penetrated, soon moving in and out to
the same rhythm as my right hand on his dick.
"Put your dick in there," Father gasped as he lifted
his body with his arms on the rim of the bath and his legs
that he had put over my shoulders. Somehow I got to my
knees and put my dick inside, using my left hand to grab his
belly for support as my right hand and pelvis thrust in
time. It was awkward but magnificent feeling Father move in
time with me, hear him grunt and groan in pleasure. All too
soon I felt the sensation starting, quickly enveloping me in
what felt like an explosion. Father noticed and it seemed
to trigger a strangled cry and a pulsation in his dick, and
for the first time under my stimulus I saw his white seed
erupt. We collapsed down, panting and flushed, into our
original positions. Smiles seemed etched permanently on our
faces as we looked into each other's eyes. Eventually
Father said, turning his eyes in the direction of a rather
wet floor, "That caused a bit of a stir!"
I found no words, but did a flip so that I was lying on
top of him. Our lips met in a long, tender kiss.
"That was exciting, no! But a bit like acrobatics!
Like being with Yue-Sin. Next time I'll show you what it is
like to make love!"
I digested nothing but Yue-Sin. "You know about Yue-
Sin?" said I, shock making my voice squeak.
"Of course!. Apart from the fact he is an excellent
swordsman, I invited him to the town because he and I have
been having sex since I was 7 years old. But there is never
any emotion with Yue-Sin, it is all action. I knew he would
approach you, but I also knew that he would do nothing
against your will. He is a good man, a gentle man. I think
he is upset with me because I stopped having sex with him.
I'm sure he thinks I am seeing someone else. I stopped
because of the problem with my dick. Yue-Sin is not happy
unless he has dick up his arse, so there is no point my
being with him. I had hoped your being with Yue-Sin would
distract you, delay what we have done. But it seems we love
each other too much."
"But how did you know that I had done something with
Yue-Sin?"
"That was simple. Yesterday I told you to fuck me. I
knew that unless you had heard it from Yue-Sin that you
would never have come across that word before. And you were
too quick and competent in performing the action as well."
"Father, I can't hide anything from you." I exclaimed.
"But why would you want to?"
"I have no reason. My heart is completely yours."
This naturally was followed by another long kiss.
During what I thought would be a pause Father indicated for
me to stand. "Now it is time for me to take your dick into
my mouth for the first time!" He tenderly pushed back my
skin then ran his tongue around the head, then like Yue-Sin,
used his big hands on my buttocks to push it into his mouth
to increasing depths. Soon my pubic hair was pushing into
his nose at the peak of each thrust and the sensation
overwhelmed me again. He kept my dick in his mouth until I
had quietened. "Nothing comes out yet."
"No. Does it feel different when something comes out?"
I asked.
"Can't remember. Too long ago, my boy!" We kissed
again, then started to wash each other, by the end of which
I was hard once again. "No, we must meet your Mother for
dinner!"
"That's okay, he seems unable to know when he's had
enough."
"Yue-Sin will keep up with you, I have no doubt!"
"You want me to keep having sex with Yue-Sin?" I said,
dismayed.
"Of course. I cannot keep up with you, and a couple of
times a week with Yue-Sin will not cause me to miss out.
Yue-Sin is great fun. I'll not be jealous. That's as long
as you love me the most!" This was said with a smile.
"How can you question that!"
"And besides, you may divert him from his activity with
his son. He is too young."
"Why does Yue-Lin look like you?" I asked.
"I was not aware of this until you mentioned it a
couple of days ago. I had not paid much attention to Yue-
Lin. There was talk about a liaison between Yue-Sin's wife
and the Prince Regent, and it was this I think as much as
his relationship with me that prompted Yue-Sin to move to
the wilds. It would seem that this liaison involved more
than talk over cups of tea!"
"So Yue-Lin is your nephew?"
"It would seem so. I had better pay more attention to
him, if for no other reason to protect him from whom we are
assuming is his father."
"Why?"
"The Prince Regent is a calculating man. His sole goal
is to be King, and nothing will stand in his way. I'm sure
if he considered me a threat my lifespan would be short. He
is without morality of any kind. If he was to know that he
had an illegitimate son, who could be possibly be used by
forces against him to be placed in his stead, then it is
doubtful than Yue-Lin would see manhood."
"And he will one day be king!!!" I exclaimed.
"To the shame of our land, he will one day be king."
"Does the Prince Regent know that the King is your
father?"
"Father was very careful to keep the details of his
private family away from his public family. Of course he
couldn't do the reverse. When I meet Father it is always in
secret. I'm sure the Prince Regent must have wondered a
little why I, who to his knowledge had no Blood, was given
this fiefdom, but I don't know if he has drawn the correct
conclusion. I have, with Father's help, always avoided
meeting him so that he has not seen my physical resemblance
with Father, but it is possible he has had spies informing
him of this fact."
We were now exiting our chambers and consequently the
conversation had to cease, though my thoughts didn't. The
adult world was proving to contain more than I could have
possibly envisaged, and not all of it was good. Childhood
innocence was very appealing but I knew this would never
return. Logically Father should try to do something about
the Prince Regent, but what he could do I had no concept. I
knew nothing, probably would not know anything till I took
Father's role of lord of South County, about the politics of
the King's court. And odds on by this time the Prince
Regent would be King, and consequently unassailable. I
pondered this through the silence of dinner, and was eager
to return to our chambers and talk more about this topic,
but Father asked Mother to sing for us after dinner. Seeing
the pleasure in Mother's face I could not begrudge her our
time, and her gentle voice served to calm me. She sang
traditional songs of love and courtship, gentle songs with
happy endings. My concern subsided enough so that when we
were going to bed the activity of the day and the glasses of
rice wine I had taken allowed fatigue to take me rapidly
into sleep within Father's strong arms.
FIFDAY
The next morning saw me with Yue-Sin. My legs and
backside were quite sore and I had decided to walk to his
house rather than ride Lika. Father had left early as he
wanted to review the rice planting to the south of the
bridge but had to stop to treat Xi-To first. I had
breakfasted with him, kissed him goodbye then returned to
bed to sleep a bit more. I arrived at Yue-Sin's feeling
rested and relaxed. Yue-Sin noticed the lack of activity in
my trousers, laughed at my bowed legs, and began the morning
with stretches and light exercises before running through
sword drills. He began with traditional formality but, in
view of what had passed between us, I requested that he drop
this unless other people were around. He smilingly
consented, taking me in his arms and kissing me. During the
sword drills he introduced a few activities where I had to
parry strokes he made, then at the end strung this together
into a series of moves. It was good feeling the sword,
though it was only wooden, doing as I commanded and blocking
his attacks. On the last drill he let me know that this
only was happening because he was orchestrating it by
launching an unrehearsed attack that had the sword piercing
my belly in a few moments. I had laughed at this, amused at
my own vanity, trying to replay in my mind what he had done
to gain such an easy victory, and his eyes misted as I made
a mock bow of acknowledgment.
"Cavon, I see why my son and Lord Srotyr speak so
highly of you. You have a largeness of spirit that I have
never witnessed before. I have seen men of lower station
than you threaten my life for what they believed was my
attempt to make them look foolish. You saw it for what it
was, a reminder that we are all mortal and we can never
assume that all is under control, and could smile at your
exposed weakness. But in that smile I can see you were also
analysing what I had done, and I will not be able to use
that feint so successfully again. Let me hold you."
He took me in his arms, lifting me to kiss me tenderly
on the lips. Looking into his eyes I could not understand
how Father could feel that there was no emotion in Yue-Sin.
He undressed me and lifted me on to the massage table.
Unlike the last massage, on this day his fingers were
sensual and loving. I thought he had finished as he teased
my hard dick to the edge of no return one more time and let
his arms drop, but rather than step away he had leapt up
onto the bench and knelt over me. His tongue entered my
mouth in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced
then he impaled himself on my rigid member and we rode
together to the first of a number of orgasms.
He joined me in the bath after, still holding me close.
Nothing much had been said during our love making and he
remained tranquil now. However, just before I left he took
me in his arms one last time and said quietly in my ear,
"Cavon, I have never said this to anyone else in my life. I
had never thought I would have the joy of this happiness. A
man who prefers men to the point where he is unable to
service his wife, who's only child is in fact from the seed
of another man, does not expect to find love in his life.
But I have found love with you, Cavon. I love you more than
my life!"
Fortunately he did not seem to require a reply, so I
kissed him and walked home thoughtfully. That he could feel
like this about me, and not Father, who I believed to be
more noble than me, made me think about the complexity of
emotions. My feelings for Father were so overwhelming that
I could not see how anyone else could not share them. Then
I wondered how Mother felt about the long years of rejection
she had suffered. I tried to imagine how I would have
responded if Father had refused to share his bed with me,
and failed. I vowed that I must never let Mother think that
I did not love her, that my childhood emotions had
disappeared with my entry into manhood. With this in mind I
invited her to walk with me after siesta. She accepted with
a pleasure that she tried to hide with a bowed head and her
hand but shone through her whole body. I felt very happy as
she took my arm, as a woman takes the arm of a man, as we
walked through the streets through light drizzle towards the
Town Square then onward down the wide avenue to the town
gate. We were greeted with bows on all sides. I knew
Mother was renowned for her charity and graciousness, but
for the first time I saw how genuine were the smiles and
compliments of all we passed. I, who would one day be Lord,
felt proud to have her beside me. I realised in this moment
that I had always looked down on her for her lack of
education, even as I struggled to correct it, and other than
loving her as my mother I was unable to see her as a person.
Suddenly I became aware that she was a very grand person,
and that Father was lucky that fate had seen to it that she
had consented to be his wife.
In the fields I spoke of what Father had informed me.
Mother was distraught.
"We must return. You must not walk beside such shame,"
she said, her head falling.
"There is no shame! Never before have I felt the pride
that I have felt today, to have had the privilege to walk
beside you. In all the love I have had for you as a child I
have never appreciated your goodness as I have today!"
"Cavon!" She called out and then appeared to swoon. I
managed to catch her in my arms and support her, cradling
her on my legs as I sat on the ground. "I was so young, so
innocent, so trusting. I thought I loved him and he said he
would marry me. It was the saddest day of my life! Then
Srotyr stepped in to save me, yet treating me with the
respect of a virtuous wife. And now my son, knowing the
truth, can treat me likewise. I don't deserve this, my fate
has been too gentle!"
"Mother, you deserve all and more." My fingers
lovingly traced her brow. We remained like this, hidden by
the tall stems of lolux around us, for what seemed an age.
"We must be getting back," I eventually said, helping her to
her feet, brushing the dirt from her lizlion coat as she
brushed mine before again taking my arm.
By the time we had entered the front door Father had
returned. "I was starting to worry," he said, his concern
clear on his face as we met him in the meeting room.
"We were just walking," said I, handing Mother to him
and leaving them together as I went to clean up for tea. I
was soaking in the bath by the time Father joined me.
"I had given much thought about whether or not I should
tell you the truth about your birth. I decided to do so
because of the nobility I believed you contained, even as a
child. Your attention to your Mother, teaching her of
things that women are not supposed to know, showed, I
believed, that your love was not something that could be
curtailed by the prejudices of our society. You have made
me very happy to know I did not misjudge you! Could I have
the honour of joining you in the bath?" he asked.
I just nodded, stunned by the revelation that he both
knew and approved of the lessons I had given Mother. "How
long have you known of the lessons?" I eventually got out.
"Since they began," said Father as he lowered himself
into the bath with me. When I just stared at him he
continued. "Just one thing I told you on the night of our
first bath together was not true. I told you that my dick
had never entered your mother because she wasn't a virgin,
and that it had never entered another woman because I
remained faithful to the marriage despite this. But you
know in the true sense of the word that I have not been
faithful to the marriage. I have been with Yue-Sin, and I
suspect you have guessed the nature of my relationship with
your uncle, Ti-Lung. And though he is married that
relationship continues every time we meet. And now there is
you. The truth is that my dick has never entered a woman
because, for reasons I don't understand, it has no interest
in women. That your mother was deceived and consequently
not a virgin when I married her would have made no
difference at all if I had that kind of interest in women.
Rather it served as a convenient excuse. Maybe it's because
I feel that I am different from everyone else that has
stopped me judging those things that are seen as `sins' by
our fellows, things that in fact cause no harm to anyone, as
being anything other than human frailty.
"There is no need even for forgiveness, for in truth
there is nothing to forgive." He continued. "For example, I
don't feel that I need forgiveness for the love I feel for
you. Your mother saw that I felt this way, and this formed
the basis of our marriage, and it is where it draws its
strength. We have always been fully open with each other,
the only thing that I have not told her is my preference for
men. She is a wonderful person so she would probable accept
even that, but I don't feel that it is fair to test her. I
did feel ashamed that I did not see in her the thirst for
knowledge and understanding that led you to start her
lessons. If I had I would have started them myself, but
once you had started I realised that you have a natural gift
of sharing knowledge, and that you could do it much better
than me, so I let things be."
During all this Father had been holding my hands. We
were in our intertwined position, so this put them on top of
our balls. I squeezed Father's hands and said, "I know I
have said this before Father. Each day I am with you I feel
happier and happier. I have a joy within that seems that it
cannot grow more, but it does. I also feel no interest in
women. My friends often made comments about women and in
truth I could never understand what they were talking about.
I now know, with what I have felt with you, what in theory
they must be talking about, but I can't understand it. I
guess they couldn't understand what we feel. And Father, I
think you misjudge Yue-Sin. He is like us in that his only
interest is in men, and his lack of emotion comes from the
fear this engenders at putting himself at the mercy of
someone stronger. I'm sure when he started with you that he
would have felt very insecure and frightened of letting go.
Now, he is older, your patronage gives him security, and he
feels strong. He can love, Father."
"Did he say he loved you?"
"Yes Father, he told me he loved me more than his
life."
"And you?"
I could see the start of jealousy in Father's eyes, and
knew I needed all my diplomacy. "I feel a fondness for Yue-
Sin. He is a simple man, a straightforward man, a honest
man. In a way I love him. I also love Mother, and I love
Yue-Lin. But it is all like water compared with rice wine
for what I feel for you!"
"Come here, my boy!" Father crushed me within his arms
after I had fallen onto his broad chest. "You are truly
magnificent!"
"But not as magnificent as you!" I exclaimed.
"That I cannot agree with."
When we later sat down to tea I think we both must have
been glowing. We had not made love, but what we had spoken
about had brought us even closer together than we already
were. As I watched Mother I was sure that she noticed, and
she gave a little nod that I assumed signified her approval.
The breadth of human understanding that this showed crushed
even further the childhood belief I had in her inferiority.
Later, when I was lying in bed in Father's embrace, I
commented, "I believe Mother knows about us."
"I think you are right. We formed a mutual admiration
society early this evening, but your Mother is greater than
us both put together."
"Did you know Mother before you sought her hand in
marriage?"
"No, only what Ti-Lung had told me. As you know, girls
of noble birth are kept away from society except for formal
occasions until they have married. Of course Ti-Lung told
me of her. He spoke of her in glowing words, but even so he
is controlled by the conceit of our society. His words did
not talk of her spirit, of her intelligence, of her
understanding. He spoke of her female attributes: her
beauty; her grace; her skill at singing; the sweetness of
her voice."
"But he cared enough to save her from death."
"Yes," said Father with a sigh, "that he did. And
because of that I'm here with you."
I cuddled in, my eyes heavy, closing. I lifted my head
for a kiss, but think I may have fallen asleep before I
arrived!
SIXDAY
Sixday. My day "off". I wanted to spend it with
Father, but he told me that I must remember the other people
in my life. Young love makes its own world, Father said,
but you have to look outside this. Especially when no one
must know of the love. So here I was walking out of the
town gates with Yue-Lin and Loa-Lech. I had left Lika
behind as Yue-Lin did not have access to a horse. Yue-Lin
had wanted to be alone with me, but Loa-Lech had spied us
and we were unable not to invite him. He had seen our bows
and realised we were heading for the archery range, me with
the rights of manhood and Yue-Lin with those of being the
armourer's son, and did not want miss the chance of getting
a jump in ability of the other boys approaching manhood.
"You are developing an entourage," Hi-Tui said, bowing
in respect but smiling mischievously.
"So it would appear," I smiled back, nodding to his
bow. "But I think they only love me for what I have, rather
than for my person!" I laughed back, indicating the bows Yue-
Lin and I wore over our shoulders.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Lord Cavon," said Hi-Tui.
I looked at him. I had known him all my life, knew him
to be a man with wife and numerous children, but had not
looked at him with adult eyes before. The eyes of childhood
saw him as a big man, a figure with power delegated by
Father who could order me in Father's name and report any
wrong doings. They did not see Hi-Tui, the person. Now my
adult eyes looked at him. He was a big man, with a round
face and flashing white teeth. It was warm, but with a
light drizzle, so he wore his pigskin coat (the type most
people who could afford coats wore, with a tie around the
neck and no sleeves, only slits to slip them out at shoulder
height) left open. His arms were inside, and he lifted them,
spreading his coat further. He was a strong man, a heavy
man, with broad chest and thick arms and legs and a powerful
belly, and with my awakened sexuality I also now saw the
full pouch in his pants as well. I sensed that the reason
why he had lifted his arms was to allow me to see this, and
I felt myself blush at my own thoughts, imagining what
filled that pouch, aware that my own pouch (luckily hidden
by my lizlion coat) was being pushed out. The boy who had
never seen an adult naked and had not been able to imagine
what he would see was now undressing every virile male in
his thoughts!
"Why do you think that?" I asked.
"I think you don't see the handsome, charming,
intelligent young man that the rest of the world sees, my
young Lord, otherwise you would not have to ask such a
question."
He was being very forward. I knew he would never talk
so in front of Father, but I was beginning to realise that
this was a difference between myself and Father. People
would treat me with familiarity, but never lose respect.
They knew I did not need servility, that my own humility did
not require subservience, but at the same time they seemed
to recognise a strength that stopped the familiarity from
becoming contempt. But I think that Hi-Tui had also noticed
my longing glance at his pouch, and his flattering words and
the stirring that was now visible in the aforesaid was
letting me know that its contents were available to me if I
so desired.
I nodded my head in acceptance of this complement,
delaying a little to let Loa-Lech and Yue-Lin race on ahead
and leave me to say in private to Hi-Tui, "Maybe you could
explain to me in private why you believe this at a later
date?"
"I would look forward to that my Lord. Nothing more
than to have such a private conversation with you. Your
wisdom I know could teach me much."
"I'll talk to you again," I said, nodding goodbye as I
hurried to catch up with my companions. But then I slowed
again, in thought. My dick was quite hard, eager to expose
itself to its new interest, but my mind questioned its
morals. I had Father, who I loved to distraction, I had Yue-
Sin, who loved me with his life and who I respected and
loved as a simple, honest man, and I had Yue-Lin, my
childhood friend and also the first person with whom I had
had sex. And my dick was thinking of another! Also I
pondered on the first week of manhood. Only a week ago I
had been a child, with no concept that sex between men was
possible let alone understanding my own preference. Only a
week ago I had believed that man married woman for the sake
of having children, not for physical satisfaction from which
children came as a by-product. Only a week ago I did not
realise how many men shared my unrealised interest in sex
with other men, and now Hi-Tui was added to that growing
list.
I caught up with Yue-Lin and Loa-Lech before the
archery field, a slim break in the fields of the town's
valley with a small hut at its end providing shelter for the
straw filled target, and joined in with their joking and
laughter. Together we dragged the target out into the open
and set up the field markers so no one accidentally ran onto
the field into the path of an arrow. Loa-Lech had never
used a bow before, and for the first round he just watched
what Yue-Lin and I did. Yue-Lin, with his greater size,
strength, experience, and ability, was more accurate than I,
hitting the target with more than half of his arrows, while
I only managed 8 from 20 on my first round. Loa-Lech raced
to the target to collect the arrows, keen to have a go
himself, leaving Yue-Lin and I alone.
"I had wanted to do more than just fire arrows today,"
said Yue-Lin as soon as he thought he could not be heard.
"Likewise," I said. "But we couldn't have said no
without it seeming very strange."
"No, but my dick was hard at the thought of being in
your mouth!"
"Mine too," I lied. "I didn't know that coats had uses
beyond keeping one dry!". We had shed our coats so as we
could shoot unrestricted, and I could see a shape lifting in
Yue-Lin's pouch. "But you had better think about something
else, or you will have to explain the reason you have a hard
dick to Loa-Lech."
He turned to face me, checking first that Loa-Lech was
still on his way to collecting the arrows, then let his
stiff dick out into the open. "That's not going to be so
easy!"
I gave the offered dick a quick squeeze and replied,
"You have no choice. Put it away before he turns!"
"OK." He tied his dick against his belly under the
waist rope of his trousers, something I couldn't do for lack
of length, then let his shirt hang loosely over the top to
disguise its presence. "Something is worrying me, Cavon,
and it was to talk about it that I also wanted to be alone
with you."
"We can get together next week. FirstDay?"
"We can't talk now while Loa-Lech collects arrows?"
"It would not be fair to ask him to collect them every
time. And it will be better to talk without interruptions,
no?"
"OK," replied Yue-Lin unhappily.
On Loa-Lech's return I put a bow in his hand, and took
him through basics of firing an arrow. It was surprising,
though Loa-Lech was close to my age and was physically the
same size as me, how much older I felt. As I put my arms
around him to correct his hold on the bow I felt like a
father instructing a child. I lined him up and he let fly,
hitting the target. Yue-Lin and I applauded. It was a
fluke of course, but by the end of the session he was
hitting as many as 7 of his 20. Yue-Lin got his eye in and
hit as many as 15, my best was 12. I was surprised how much
my arms ached. They had had a tough week, with sword
training and riding, and I was punishing them again now.
Well before we finished I was letting Yue-Lin and Loa-Lech
do all the firing, while I did all the collecting.
As we dawdled back down the road towards town I
realised that I was eager to say hello to Hi-Tui. I hoped
the gate would be quiet so that he would be alone, hoped
that he again held open his coat. It had started raining
heavier while we were on the archery range and I was quite
damp under my coat. As I contemplated ways I could separate
myself from my companions to be alone with Hi-Tui my hand
(my arms were inside my coat because of the rain) played
with my dick almost with a will of its own. When we were
about 100 paces away my heart sunk as an elderly man exiting
the town stopped to talk with Hi-Tui. But at 20 paces Hi-
Tui bid him farewell and he turned to us. His coat was
closed, arms inside against the rain. I had not come up
with a plausible reason to stop and talk with him, my
disappointment was as palpable as my hard dick. I would not
even get another look at his pouch!
Hi-Tui bowed to us as we came near. "Did you shoot
well, my Lord and friends?
The thrill at hearing this voice surprised. A voice I
had heard all my life, one I can given no more thought to
than the rain, now set my heart racing. "Yue-Lin shot well,
15 from 100 paces. The rest are novices."
Yue-Lin chimed in. "Don't believe him! He shot 12
himself, even with arms exhausted from their first week of
horse and sword training!"
"I would have thought so. Lord Cavon, though your arms
are tired, is your quick brain working? I have received
some packages, and am having trouble understanding the
letter that accompanied them."
Now my heart really raced. He was setting it up
himself! "I can help, of course. I'll see you both in
church tomorrow," I said to my friends in farewell. "Yue-
Lin, could you return my bow for me?"
"I'll carry it," said Loa-Lech.
I handed my bow and quiver of arrows to him, waved them
goodbye, then followed the waiting Hi-Tui into his little
cabin next to the gate. It was very public here and I
wondered what he was contemplating.
As we entered he undid his coat (coats buttoned from
the inside in a way that there were no holes on the outside
surface to allow water to enter) and let it fall open. His
back was to the door, and to me, and he gestured for me to
come around in front of him where there was a table. "This
is the letter, my Lord. I don't read very well and this
hand is difficult. I would appreciate your help?"
I looked at the few lines of clearly written script on
the page and was about to comment when I saw something else.
"I think maybe I could if it had a little more air."
He quickly untied the string of his trousers and
dropped them far enough to put his hard dick on view. It
was different from those I knew. It was not as long as
Father's, but was very thick and curved upward. The shaft
was somewhat flattened and the head was free of the skin,
shiny and purple and fat.
"You put me to shame, Hi-Tui. This is all I have to
show." Likewise I opened my coat and dropped my trousers,
using the bulk of his body to shield me from the door.
"It will grow with you, my Lord, and it is very nicely
formed. Would you like to touch me?" he added after a
pause.
"Yes. But is it safe?"
"Not very. Just give it a few little strokes and I
will put it away till later."
I tentatively stroked its underside, exploring its
curve. I tried to encircle it with my thumb and first
finger and failed. "It is very thick!"
"Thankyou." He then bent down as if he was picking up
something from the floor, but instead of his hand going down
it grasped my dick and squeezed. "I'd love take you in my
mouth!" he whispered as his head passed my ear on his way
back up.
"Me too, but I don't think it would fit!"
"No, I doubt it. Touch me again and I'll put it back."
A drop of clear liquid had formed in the eye of his
dick and I used my thumb to smear it around the head,
causing his whole body to tense. "How can we meet?" I
asked.
"Can you meet me out in the fields somewhere one
afternoon after your duties are finished?"
"I know. My archery is not very good. If I asked you
to give me lessons would you be able to get someone to fill
in for you? No one would think this strange as you are the
town's best archer."
"Excellent!" He had now done up his trousers but his
dick was so hard it was clearly outlined as it pushed his
pouch out and up, and it was forming a wet spot on the
material. He hid it from my view and did up the internal
buttons. "Maybe if you asked Yue-Sin we could make this
part of your regular lessons, and then we could be together
every week."
"Does Yue-Sin know you like this type of thing," I
said, indicating my dick that I had not put away yet as I
had been too fascinated watching Hi-Tui.
"Yue-Sin? Of course not! Why?"
"No matter. Yes, I will ask him."
"Good. Now you better go."
"The letter?"
Hi-Tui's face assumed a puzzled expression, then
laughed. "You know I have no problem reading!"
"Yes. But maybe I can help you again, anyway!"
"Well, maybe you can. I'll call next time a get a
letter!"
By now we were outside, and the last was said as Hi-Tui
bowed in a formal farewell. I nodded and turned away. My
dick was so hard that I was holding it back with my flat
hand as I felt even it would be pushing my coat abnormally
forward. I thought Hi-Tui, by his posture, had been doing
the same. All the way back home my head was filled with the
image of its thick, curved shaft, skin stretched tight, and
its bulbous shiny head, but as I came closer other thoughts
entered. Should I tell Father? Why did I even want to be
with Hi-Tui. When a man married a woman it was expected
that he would not have sex with anyone else. I was married
to Father as far as I was concerned. Why should I want
anything more?
I would have to tell Father. He would know something
was up anyway. Even though it was wet I wore my coat as I
kissed Mother in greeting and all the way to our chamber. I
hung it on the peg outside the door and quickly entered as
my dick was still like rock. My heart stopped as I saw
Father sitting at his desk and instinctively my hands went
in front to hide.
"Why do you need to hide from me?" asked Father. His
tone was quite serious, and there was no twinkle to say that
he was otherwise.
"I don't know Father. I must feel guilty."
"Explain!" I felt my knees quiver, but then the
twinkle appeared. "But let me have a suck first, it looks
wonderfully hard!"
I bent down to kiss him where he was seated on the
floor as his hands loosened the string and pulled down my
pants. Then his mouth took it completely inside. I was so
pent up that I finished in an instant, so quick that I found
myself saying sorry.
"No sorry," he said while helping me step out of my
trousers and sat me on his bare lap, holding me tight. "But
why guilty?"
"Father, I don't understand. I have changed so much.
Last week I didn't know what sex was and now I look at every
man and want him."
"And I'm sure they want someone as pretty as you!"
"Am I pretty?"
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, my
boy."
"I didn't know that."
"And who were you looking at?"
Here I paused, uncomfortable a letting out the secret.
"Hi-Tui," I eventually said.
"Hi-Tui," Father whistled. "And did he look at you?"
"Yes Father."
"I would have never thought of Hi-Tui. He is such a
male man!"
"So are you, Father. So is Yue-Sin."
"Yes, I guess. Did you see his dick?"
"It is not long like yours, but it is very thick and
has a big head that comes completely out when it is hard."
"How did you manage to look?"
So I explained about the subterfuge, and about the idea
of archery training.
"Leave that to me, I'll speak to Yue-Sin. That way he
will suspect nothing. It would not be good to make him
jealous.
"You're not jealous, Father?"
"You still love me most?" he asked, pulling my face
around and holding my eyes with his gaze.
"You know that Father!"
"Then I'm not jealous. When I was your age I was
having sex with everything with a dick, as well as your
uncle. Though I must admit my conquests were with men my
own age, not with older men. Experimenting is part of
growing up, and growing up is a time when one has sexual
capacity to burn. I would not tie you to an old man and
deny you that."
"You are not an old man!"
"My dick says otherwise, my dick says otherwise,"
holding me tight, a glisten in his eyes. Then, suddenly,
"Now clean up for lunch. Lets not keep your Mother
waiting."
After lunch Mother announced that we would be dining
with Win-Bui that evening, but it was not until I was
cuddled up with Father for the siesta that I saw this
announcement as ominous. Win-Bui was the father of Win-Som,
and we were to be dining with them just a few days after I
had been pushed into Win-Som's company at my party. I fell
asleep contemplating this, but left it till Father and I
were having our second bath in the big outside tub to ask of
its significance.
"I have had talks with Win-Bui about your future
marriage with Win-Som," Father stated without emotion.
I think my jaw must have fallen off my face. I felt
that the loving hand that embraced me had used the loving
embrace as a cover to insert a knife between my shoulder
blades, penetrating my heart. I stuttered out some noise,
but I'm not sure it had any verbal content.
In response Father continue harshly. "Do you think
that you can live with me forever? That the world won't
expect an announcement of your upcoming marriage in the near
future. I had the luxury of avoiding marriage because as a
young man I had no social standing, and no one thought me a
worthwhile catch. But you are the future Lord of this
estate. Do you think that you can avoid marriage?"
I collapsed into painful sobs, clasping to the man that
I believed had guided the knife between my ribs. But he
held me as I had only learnt that he could during the
previous week, as if nothing was different. He kissed me
repeatedly on the head, lifting my face to lick away my
tears. I did not understand how he could be so cruel then
pretend to love me. Only later was I to realise that the
apparent harshness in fact came from the degree of
abhorrence he had for the announcement he had made. Yet he
was stating reality, and if I had lifted my head above the
honey pool into which I had fallen during my first week as
an adult I would have seen it coming.
Looking into his face, where tears ran as freely as on
mine, I repeatedly croaked "Father, Father, Father." as he
similarly chanted, "My Cavon. My Cavon. My Cavon."
"We'll still be able to be together!" was the first
structured phrase that either of us managed. It came from
Father. "You will be my second, so we will have lots of
reasons to be alone in my chambers." There was a sound in
his voice that suggested he was trying to persuade himself
as much as me.
I was still unable to talk.
"Your mother suggested Win-Som. And in truth she is a
sweet, submissive woman who will make a good wife."
At this point I think I may have lost consciousness.
This was something that has happened to me at only one other
time in my life. The reason that I believe that I lost
consciousness was that the next thing I knew everything had
become quiet. I was still sitting on Father, my legs spread
around his belly and my buttocks resting against his bent
thighs, but his crying had stopped and he seemed calm. I
remember feeling his soft dick squashed up against my anus
that was made available by the sitting position I had
assumed, riding him like my pony, Lika. I pushed my torso
off his wet-haired chest so as to look at him.
"I know that what you say is correct, but I'm not sure
if I am capable of it. It will destroy me to be separated
from you, though I guess I won't die, but what am I to do in
the marital bed? I'm sure that my dick will no more get
hard with Win-Som than yours does with mother or Yue-Sin's
does with his wife. I am not a Hi-Tui who can respond to
both demands. And then what will be said, when the world
hears that I am impotent? How will I ever be able to govern
this province when I take your place if everyone knows that
my dick does not get hard?"
"I don't know but let's wait until it is time to worry
about it. We can delay your marriage for a year at least,
saying you are too young and not sufficiently developed. In
that time we will have each other, and in my experience life
has a way of solving problems."
Happy to accept anything that would allow me not to
think about this future I kissed him, then began to wash
him. Not surprisingly, after all the emotion that had
passed between us, after I had soaped up his rear and dick
(spending a disproportionate length of time on this small
percentage of his body) he turned over so that he was
kneeling, head and an arm over the edge of the bath, and
suggested that I enter him. He pulled himself while I
fucked his hairy arse with my arms wrapped tightly around
his chest, and then begged me to stay in after I had cum
until he had climaxed. Then things became more business-
like as we had already spent a long time in the bath and we
were due to go out. He washed me quickly then we dried and
returned to our room to dress, finally joining mother where
she was waiting in the sitting room.
We were all in our best clothes, and it was raining
fairly heavily, so our tallest servants carried the four
corners of a large piece of canvas for us to walk under on
our way to dinner. It was not very far, Win-Bui being an
affluent man with his house in the more secure central area
of town, but far enough for our clothes to be sodden if we
had walked unprotected. We were greeted at the door by Win-
Bui himself, in honour of his visitors, and he led us into
the dining room. Dinner was served immediately, as was
custom.
After the formal silence of dinner we moved out of the
dining room and rice wine was passed around. I was seated
next to Win-Som, who maintained demure silence, and we
listened to the men talk about the health of the king, the
politics of the court and how things seemed to be turning
bad, the briskness of trade since metal clad wheels sped up
transport. Here my name was brought in, as the idea of heat
shrinking a hoop of metal to the outside of wooden wheel had
been my idea. Win-Som smiled admiringly at me when this was
mentioned, and though I played it down and complimented Ba-
Nol for his practical implementation of my vague idea, I
decided that Win-Som was nice, and that my future might not
be so unpleasant. It was also my fourth glass of rice wine.
Win-Bui then began an old tale of how the King, when he was
a young man, entered the palace of the then King and
presented himself as the future husband of the King's
daughter.
"King Boris was an adventurous young man, who left his
home to wander in unknown lands. He lived by his skill and
wit, spending much time in silent contemplation. It was
such an unusual thing for a man to do that God, seated on
his cloud seat, noticed him, and decided to talk to him. He
discovered that he was filled with new ideas for the
betterment of mankind, and thought it was a shame to leave
him wandering on his own. So he gave him a magical weapon,
and suggested he visit our kingdom and speak to King Gui-Lin
about his ideas.
"Now Boris knew that a King would not pay any attention
to a wild man, hair long and unkempt, who had been wandering
in the wilderness for years, so he came up with a plan. He
explained this plan to God, who thought it was a good plan,
as long as nobody was hurt. So Boris put his plan into
action.
"He walked for many weeks to come to the seat of King
Guilin, and when at his gate challenged the guard. The
guard of course laughed, so Boris pointed his magical weapon
at a wild sparliz that was perched high on the palace wall.
The sparliz fell to the ground. The guard again laughed,
though asked how the trick had been performed. So Boris
pointed his magical weapon at a stray dog that was not far
from the feet of the guard. The dog fell in its tracks,
dead. The guard now was frightened, and tried to close the
heavy gate in Boris's face, but Boris quietly informed him
that the gate would not interfere with his magic, and asked
rather that he be presented to the King.
"`But how can I trust you not to harm the King?'"
"`The same way you can trust me not to harm you. If I
wanted to harm the King I could just point my magical weapon
at anyone who came in my path until I came to the King.
That I don't do so shows my honour.'"
"So with he knees quivering in the face of such a
powerful magician, and also for fear of what the King might
do to him, the guard lead Boris to the King. `Bring the
dog,' Boris had ordered.
"After a bit of negotiation with the house servants
Boris was present to the King, the guard behind with the
dead dog.
"`How do I know that you killed that dog with magic?
How do I know that maybe you didn't just pay this guard with
gold to tell a story, and you are the same as any other
madman?'"
"`Is that cat there important to you, my King,'" Boris
asked quietly.
"`It is important to my daughter. She has had it since
she was a child.'"
"`Can you then organize an animal that is not important
for me to demonstrate?'"
"`Come to the kitchen. I believe they have a pig that
will be killed today. You can perform that task, if your
magic will not effect the quality of the meat.'"
"`In no way will it be affected.'"
"So Boris and the King followed servants to the
kitchen. The pig was dragged squealing from its pen, and
Boris waved everyone away as he raised his magical weapon.
The pig started to race for the open door, then fell dead in
its tracks.
"Satisfied then that what the guard had reported was in
fact truth, he asked Boris what it was he wanted. Boris
indicated that he would like to speak to the King in
private. The King looked at Boris questioningly, then
suggested that they go to his throne room. The door was
shut behind them.
"No one knows what was said between them in that
private room, but when they came out they were arm in arm,
and the King declared to all present that he was standing
beside his future son by marriage.
"And as we all know he has proven to be a good king, a
wise king, a just king, who has stepped off the shoulders of
his father-in-law and gone higher."
Polite applause followed the completion of Win-Bui
recitation of this old story. In truth he had spoken well,
with voice changes for the different characters and actions
and facial expressions to complement. Once the clapping
stopped a servant brought in Mother's harp and all joined in
with requests of her to sing. Like Win-Bui, Mother chose
tradition, but she sang and played so well that everyone
spontaneously clapped at the end of each, Win-Som almost as
loudly as the men. This further promoted her in my
judgement and I decided that mother had not made a bad
choice for me. I felt warm and protective to her, and put
out of my mind any difficulties in the marital bed.
At the conclusion of mother's singing Win-Bui asked if
mother could continue to play to accompany Win-Som in a
dance she had prepared for the night. Win-Som, not under
the effects of rice wine as much as the rest of us,
protested, saying that she hadn't been able to perfect it
adequately, but Win-Bui autocratically order her to dance,
confidentially saying that she just lacked confidence, that
he had seen her dance and she was as prepared as she could
be. So, looking self-conscious, Win-Som asked Mother if she
would play "The Spring Day", a song written by Mother to
celebrate the annual rebirth of our rice crop with the
falling waters, a stately piece that started slow but with a
lively end, and took a pose waiting for the music to start.
Her dance won me completely. She was so graceful, turning
one pose into another and into another with such a smooth
transition that it was hard to tell where one started and
one ended. Then she finished with such a lively little jig
that I found myself on my feet joining with her and Mother
extended the music and Win-Bui and his wife joined us,
Father clapping counterpoint to the rhythm. This new dance
became quite a success that season.
GODDAY
Not surprisingly I had some trouble getting up next
morning, as did Father. We lay together drifting in and out
of sleep, till Father forced us up. He spoke in Church
every Godday that he was home. The priest usually wrote the
piece so as it would link in with the topic of the day's
sermon but Father liked to familiarize himself with what he
was to say, modifying the style to his liking, adding his
own thoughts. Having had his week taken up so much with me
he had not managed to sit down to this task yet and he now
had to peruse it at the last moment. We donned robes to eat
our morning rice, then I contented myself watching him,
seated at his desk with his robe open, contemplating the
magnificence of his hairy chest and the beauty of his face.
A face I had known all my life, but that had transfigured
during the last week. Obviously it hadn't changed, but like
all things in life what is important is not the structure or
object that one is watching but the interpretation of that
structure by our eyes and thoughts. I had seen Father as a
stern man, a proud man. I was his son, and he beamed on me
his love and smiles, but he was still stern and did not
tolerate wrongdoing. He was the Lord, so the people of the
Province accepted his arrogance as natural and right, to the
point that comment was only made regarding his care for his
field workers, his fair and intelligent sense of justice.
Some thought he showed more care for his field workers than
he did for the wealthy merchants and trades people, the
common people who made good under his stable rule.
I still saw Father as a stern man, a proud man. I was
still his son, though I now knew not of his loins. But
every eyelash, every pore, was now transformed by a love so
intense that when he looked at me I no longer felt the
subtle fear that I had grown up with. Now I felt that I was
basking in front of a huge fire, luxuriating in a palace of
warmth and dryness. Quietly I made my way over to him where
he was concentrating on his speech and kissed him on the
forehead. He looked up, surprised, then a smile of such
warmth spread around his gleaming white teeth that I felt
that I was melting. I slumped onto his naked lap and
embraced him with all my strength, rubbing my face in its
new pillow, his furry belly.
"Ah, Cavon," he muttered, "how have I lived without
you?"
I just squeezed harder and drew in his wonderful scent
in a deep sigh of contentment.
"Let me go now," he said after a while. "I would like
to finish this. Could you help me by copying the first page
with the changes I have added?"
Of course he didn't need to ask, but I also didn't
offer to move to my own desk. I sat so my body was in full
contact with him as I carefully transcribed the page he had
given me. I asked now and again if I could change this or
that, and was told, after his seeing the reason for the
changes, to stop bothering to ask and write as I saw fit.
The speech was on the celestial world, the palaces and
dwelling places of God and the spirits, above the sky. How
we lived under that world, dwelling where the roots and
earth of its underside were visible. We lived with the hope
of moving up to that world, and not falling deeper still to
the worlds below us for which we were the sky. How the
spirits of the righteous and good would rise up to be
supreme, while those with mean souls would sink and in
future lives would have to once again try to be reborn in
this world to have another chance of achieving eternity.
It was a familiar topic, one that I had listened to so
many times, spiced with the scent of incense, in the rich
baritone of my Father's voice, that I had stopped hearing
what was being said. Now, writing it out in word for word,
I found myself asking, "Is this all true, Father?"
"Do you doubt, my boy?" There was no sense of threat
in Father's voice.
"No. Yes. In truth, Father, I don't think I have
given it very much thought before, just accepted it like the
rice that we eat. But now I am thinking of something you
spoke of the other day, about the great people who existed
before us in the world. If they could cut through mountains
could they not also fly up through the clouds to the spirit
world?"
"That is a question I cannot answer Cavon. It raised
in my mind the same doubts that you express and I haven't
been able to satisfactorily put them to rest. Maybe when
you see what is in that hut you may be able to explain
better than me. But for now I live as though all that is in
the Book is true, for it is a way of persuading people to
look after each other and not to live on the principle of
selfishness. Even with The One we still have numerous
examples of people doing wrong by their fellow beings,
imagine what it would be like without? I live with it more
as an allegory for how one should live one's life than as an
accurate text, but I still try to live within its
principles."
I nodded, taking in the new gospel.
In Church I sat with Father and Mother on the family
seat. We had arrived late and I had not had time for my
usual conversation with Loa-Lech and Yue-Lin, maybe
fortunately because the new ideas regarding the Book were
swirling around my mind. What was interesting was that
though I had found myself questioning the words I had
committed to paper, when I heard them expressed in the
powerful voice of Father, even the parts I had written
myself, the questions I had previously raised seemed absurd.
I returned to my childhood of faith absolute, with every
word signifying its literal meaning. I became so engrossed
with these thoughts that instead of joining up with my
childhood friends after church I found myself trying to get
Father by himself so as to sound with him my new thoughts of
rational and emotional meaning. Rational was what you
expressed with symbols on paper, emotional was how those
symbols could be taken and manipulated in ways that made
them much more that they were on paper, with Father's voice,
its innate power and authority, being the tool that caused
this transformation.
Father, however, was involved with the men of the town,
as Godday was also the traditional day of town business when
Father could be approached by anyone with suggestions or
grievances. Usually these were conversations revolving
around general gossip, but Father felt they were important
to maintain the smooth running of the town, so I was waved
away to join my childhood friends. I felt aggrieved that
Father did not think me sufficiently adult to join in,
though later he explained that it was rather to save me the
boredom that all to soon would become a routine part of my
life, and discontented I went in search of Yue-Lin.
I found he and Loa-Lech in the usual place, the Square.
It was a site where older boys and young men just out of
childhood tended to congregate. There was talk, games,
dares, and the new sport of sliding. Not feeling like
joining in I asked Yue-Lin when Loa-Lech was out of earshot
if he would like to join me for a walk. I was surprised at
the eagerness his face expressed - and thought that my face
must have changed for him like Father's had for me. But I
had not only become an adult I, now manhood had enveloped
me, had become the heir. After a week during which more
changes had occurred than I could have dreamt this was just
one more, and one that seemed a natural expression of the
rest. Yet it was one that I was not sure that I liked, for
it seemed that I was no longer looked upon as a friend but
as a superior deigning favour.
We picked up our weapons from his house, and as I no
longer needed to hide the fact that I was carrying mine I
took a long knife as well as a bow. Yue-Sin was with the
group with Father, and his mother was with a ladies group,
but there was always the risk of a servant returning early
from the post-Church functions so we did nothing more than
kiss rapidly and fondle each other before making our way
down the main street toward Town Gate. It was a day of
moderate wafting rain and we walked sweating under our
closed coats. Hi-Tui was at his position, even though Town
Gate was typically quiet on Godday it was his responsibility
to man it at all times the gate was open. He winked at me
after greeting us, then found an excuse to call me back.
With Yue-Sin out of earshot and no one around he gestured
for me to enter the guard house. By the time I had entered
and turned he had his coat open and his hard dick out on
display.
"He is anxious to see you, my Lord," was all he said.
I reached out and took it in one hand, once again
amazed at its rigidity and girth, but not satisfied with
this he pushed my head down towards it. Finding it stuck in
the centre of my face, I put out my tongue and licked it,
then took the tip of its rampant head into my mouth,
sticking my tongue in its massive eye. Hi-Tui shoved his
hips forward convulsively forcing more of his dick into my
mouth than I could comfortably take, and I came up rapidly
with the pain of an overstretched jaw. When he saw that he
had hurt me he apologised sincerely, gave me a quick kiss on
the lips, then sent me on my way before anyone could chance
along. I gave his still exposed dick a squeeze before
leaving, looking forward immensely to our meeting on
ThirDay.
"What did Hi-Tui want," asked Yue-Sin, without any
trace of suspicion, after I had caught up with him.
Caught out, having nothing prepared, I must have
blushed as Yue-Sin gave me a questioning look. "I'm hot
after running to catch up with you," I said to explain my
dark face. "This jacket is like an oven." But he kept
looking, until I realised that I had not answered his
question, only gave an excuse for my embarrassed face. "He
wanted my to help interpret a directive from Father relayed
by your father regarding his duties at the gate," I
improvised. This seemed to satisfy him and we walked in
silence for a while.
Eventually he started, but hesitantly. "Did you speak
with Lord Srotyr about what I spoke with you about?"
Not sure about what he was referring to, having the
sensation of so much time having passed since we spoke, I
asked, honestly vague, "What are you referring to?"
"About what I used to do with my father when we
bathed."
"No," I lied, but only partly as I don't think Father
actually spoke to Yue-Sin about what I told him. "Why do
you ask?"
"Unlike most people, I guess because we have a private
bath, we bathe almost every day. Since I spoke to you
father has not asked me to touch him. Sometimes he would
not ask for one night, but it is now 6 nights and he has not
asked. His dick always was hard when he undressed but it
never is now. Are you sure that Lord Srotyr has not spoken
with him?"
"I don't know everything Father does, but as he doesn't
know what you do with your father I don't know how he could
have thought to speak with him. Maybe your father just
realised that what he was doing was wrong, that you were too
young, and decided to stop." I felt at a loss to explain
this. I guessed that Yue-Sin had focussed all his emotion
on me and had no need for his son any longer, that his son
had only been a choice of last resort for him as I believed
that Yue-Sin was a good man who would not intentionally hurt
someone. But from what Yue-Lin had said this change had
commenced before my first contact with Yue-Sin . "Tell me,
how did it start, these things with your father."
"It started the first time I bathed with him. Mother
had insisted that she would no longer bathe with me, I think
because my dick got hard and she saw it. Mother has nice
tits, and though I had grown up as a child seeing them every
day, I found I was seeing them in a different way and this
is what caused me to get hard. Father was very reluctant to
have me bathe with him, but Mother would have it no other
way. Mother rules our house, as you probably know. On the
first night I bathed with father he seemed very
uncomfortable. At the point that he was to undress he sent
me away to get a clean robe for him, and by the time I
returned he was already in the bath. I undressed quickly
and joined him. I didn't know what to do with him. Mother
had usually washed my back, and I hers, so I asked Father if
he would like his back washed. He said yes, but when I
finished he turned around, asking me to wash his front as
well. Thinking this was just because he didn't have tits so
it was OK to do so, I washed his chest and belly, but before
I could finish he pushed his hand lower onto his dick.
"I had never seen his dick before, and other than yours
I had only seen my own, and did not realise his was hard.
It seemed no bigger than mine when it was soft, and I
thought his was just a different shape to mine. He asked me
to wash it well, and soon he was spurting his white liquid.
I knew what that was about, as I did it to myself, though I
hadn't thought of father doing it too. His dick did not
change though, so I thought that was normal for his dick to
stick out and feel hard. I thought I was the one who was
different. From then on every bath I washed his dick until
he spurted. After a while he asked me to put it in my mouth
as well. He never touched me though, and thinking about it
I don't think my dick has ever been hard when I have been
with him. When I am with you I feel excited, but with him
sucking on his dick is like sucking a piece of carrot. Its
not bad, its not good, its just there. Maybe it is because
you and I have always been very close, and I have never been
close to father. There are many things I can't explain.
But I have discovered that his dick doesn't always stick
out. When it is soft it is disappears into his skin and
just looks like a blob in front of his balls."
This all sort of fitted in with my knowledge of Yue-Sin
, especially his dick never going down (thinking about it I
had never seen it soft, either), but why was he not hard on
the night of my party?
"Did you bathe with your father on the night of my
party?"
Yue-Lin paused, his mind flowing back. "No, I didn't.
He was in late and mother did not want me late to get
dressed, so I was sent down to bathe before father got home.
Why do you ask?"
I knew why I had asked. It was to see if Yue-Sin had
stopped getting sexual relief from his son after he started
getting it from me, and it was confirmed. I now understood
and I guess, was flattered. But what could I say to Yue-
Lin. I, who was usually so honest, was weaving a web of
lies with my closest friend. I felt that the adult world
was very difficult, and not honest like a child's. Then I
realised what I could say.
"Do you remember Father's speech at my party, about how
with adulthood came many new responsibilities and then he
paused before saying, and pleasures. Remember how everyone
laughed at this. He talked very clearly that one waited to
become an adult to obtain these pleasures so that one could
truly enjoy them, and he implicated that marriage was
necessary as well. Do you remember?"
Yue-Lin nodded, his face very serious and absorbed.
"Your father must have heard this and decided that what
he was doing was wrong because you are still a child."
Watching Yue-Lin's dawning understanding, even though I
knew it to be spurious, gave me a sense of power that I had
never felt with another before. It felt good, but worried
me also for I didn't think that it should feel good. Even
though I was lying for his benefit I was lying for mine as
well. I decided not to analyse it. Then he asked something
that caught me completely off guard once again.
"It doesn't mean that we have to stop doing things,
does it?"
I was caught between two desires. One, mine, was to
say yes. I had enough with Father, Yue-Sin , and soon Hi-
Tui, that I really didn't need anything additional other
than my longstanding friendship with Yue-Lin. But seeing
Yue-Lin's adoring gaze I realised that he was wanting a
"no", with some rational as to why it should be different
between us. Feeling the need to give something, I
suggested, "I don't think so. What is wrong between a
father and son is the same as between father and daughter.
Now though you are technically a child and I technically an
adult, if you were to ask someone to look at us and decided
who was who they would without doubt say that you were the
adult. We grew up together, we are childhood friends.
Neither has a power over the other that can force the other
to do something against his will. I got to adulthood a
little before you, but soon you will be there also. That
only leaves the marriage bit. We can't marry, so I guess
there is no need for us to wait for marriage. I don't know
where what we do fits in with the concept of marriage.
Maybe it is how we can get sexual relief prior to being
married without the risk of causing a girl to be pregnant?
I'm sure it is not wrong."
The look of gratitude and relief that Yue-Lin directed
at me was heart warming. I had committed myself to an
ongoing sexual relationship with him, but despite its
disadvantages I felt good. I could also see that when Yue-
Lin was embraced by the arms of marriage he would have less
desire to be looking my way for sexual satisfaction. It
brought to mind Father and my uncle, a partial contradiction
to the previous thought. Putting this out of my mind I
changed the topic and began to talk about the dinner the
night before in the house of Win-Bui, of the new dance of
Win-Som. By this time we had gained the privacy of our
pool, to which we had decided to return to despite the
bubbles as we were better armed, and I demonstrated the
dance after undressing. Yue-Lin joined me in the final
part, adding his clap to my singing, taking the male role
and constantly pushing his hard dick into my belly. Our
love making that followed was more mature and satisfying
than the previous time, filled with more joy of youth than I
had experienced with Father or Yue-Sin , and I no longer
questioned the wisdom of continuing the sexual side of our
friendship.
Talking with Father that night he said that he believed
that I had done the correct thing, admiring my skill as a
diplomat. When I questioned whether building a tangle of
lies was a skill he agreed that it was not. But then
jokingly said that the skill lay in remembering each of the
lies, and to whom it was told! He did not agree with it,
but unfortunately it seemed to be a necessary part of the
life of a leader. He also confirmed that he had not spoken
with Yue-Sin . He turned to his day, about the many
complements of the power of the morning's speech. It was
usual to receive polite complements, but today there had
been many references to different images, their beauty and
solidity. "One of the traders said that he had overheard
some of his servants talking about the White Tower as if it
was something that they had heard of for the first time.
Even the priest had, in private, said that from his position
at the front, he observed the look of rapt attention on the
faces of all present, something that he couldn't say that he
had witnessed before. He also peevishly commented that I
had not stuck very closely to his text, and if I was going
to modify it so much he would no longer bother to write it
out for me, just note down a few points. He then smiled,
letting me know that he had been joking. He is too
intelligent that priest! He will raise my wrath one day
before I have realised that he is joking. So I told him
that it was not I that who was to blame for the
modifications, rather it was you who was the culprit and it
was you to whom he had to express his ire. To this he
responded by asking if he had my permission to approach you
to ask for help in his own writing! Yes, he is too
intelligent! He thinks he can play me and flatter me like a
fool!"
Father had in fact worked himself up into anger. "Oh
Father, you know he is intelligent, and he has little
contact with other intelligent men. He likes to talk with
you as another intelligent man, play word games and straight-
faced jokes, as a complement to your intelligence, knowing
you will understand. You know that he does not mean any
disrespect." Priest Lo-Si was someone I knew well. His
role as priest made it difficult for him to associate with
other people, and ours being a small, though growing, town
there was only one priest allocated. Lo-Si's only friends
were Father and Chi-Da. My position as son of the Lord, and
Chi-Da's many complements regarding my fast mind had led Lo-
Si to seek out my company even though I was a child and we
had had many protracted philosophical discussions, often
with Chi-Da present.
"I know," said Father, partially placated, "but he does
infuriate me so!" He paused for a bit. "And he is not
having you as his speech writer - you do that job for me
only! You now have a permanent position."
"Thankyou Father."
"No thankyou. It is a position earned. Now let's get
out of this bath and join your mother for dinner."