Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:38:58 +0000
From: Jack Smith <js_mas@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Beginnings 2
WEEK TWO
FIRSTDAY
My first full week as a man had passed, and even though
it is only a short time I felt that my childhood was in the
long distant past. A memory, fading, of a way to live and
behave that was no longer relevant. Father and I rose
early, took our morning rice, dressed and mounted the
horses. Lika as always followed the big stallion, this
morning to the house of Xi-To where we were stopping to
inspect his broken leg. Father knocked and entered without
waiting for a reply, I followed behind. It was early
morning, with dark rain and a heavy sky. Despite this the
darkness of the inside of the hut took a while to get used
to. I felt I was looking into an impenetrable gloom as I
followed behind the large shadow of Father as he moved
through the common room into the bedroom. The room was
malodorous. Xi-To seemed in good spirits, though said he
was bored. He was lying on his bed in the same position
that I had last seen him, covered except for his elevated
leg by a sheet. What was on view was his bare leg, looking
less swollen and maybe even straight, extending up to bare
buttock. He was wearing a shirt, but no trousers. This was
most unusual for a person to be so undressed except while
bathing, but I guess it wasn't very practical to try to get
trousers on and off. Xi-To mentioned that his wife, who was
buying food at the market, had said that the bandages that
were wrapped around his leg were emitting an odour. He
couldn't say that he could notice it, but he was here all
the time.
Father asked me to support the weights while he
unwrapped the bandages. To do this the sheet was removed
completely from the lower half of his body, revealing both
bare legs. From where I was standing at the end of the bed
I had an uninterrupted view up the inner aspect of them
both, to where they met in a V capped by sagging balls and
wizened little dick. Xi-To was a sinewy man, smooth skinned
and tough looking. I had thought that seeing his dick would
be something of interest, but to my surprise it had no more
interest to me than his feet. Last time I had been here I
had tried to position myself so as to get a view of it, but
now it was in open view I found that I was watching Father
cut through the bandages and resin rather than it. It was
quite obvious however that Xi-To felt quite uncomfortable
exposed as he was even though the only people present were
focussing their attention on his bandaged leg, so I
whispered to Father that maybe he could just pull the sheet
down a little so as to give Xi-To a little privacy.
This achieved, the last of the bandages were removed,
revealing that the origin of the smell was an area of ugly
looking skin. Father left to organise hot water and some
healing salve, saying that the problem was probably due to
continued pressure for a long period of time. I was left
alone with Xi-To, holding the weights.
"Do you have much pain," I asked.
"In the start m'Lord, there was too much pain. I
needed the medicated tea all the time. Now, if I don't
move, it is as if it ain't there. I see it, but it don't
feel like it `longs to me."
"I'm sure it still does," I said with no basis in any
previous knowledge. I spoke only to give reassurance.
"Once the bone has knitted and you can move around again I'm
sure it will feel quite normal."
"But that's more 7 weeks ! With that smell my leg will
`ave rotted!"
Even though he had not expressed it in Father's
presence, he now demonstrated that he was very worried. I'm
sure he was as aware of the smell as I had been when I first
entered the room and recognised its potential meaning of
gangrene. "You know that Lord Srotyr has great knowledge as
a healer. He will not let your leg rot, Xi-To."
"I know, m'Lord, but I'm afraid."
"You have no need to fear," I said, in a voice to
instil confidence.
"You are right, m'Lord. But I feel better for `aving
heard you say so. You'll not tell Lord Srotyr the doubts I
said?"
"Do not fear Xi-To. As you can trust your leg in the
strong hands of my Father, you can trust your fears to be
safe with me. Always feel you can ask."
"Thanks m'Lord. In truth I feel much better. But `tis
a rotten smell." It was visible in his body that he did
relax. He sunk deeper into the bed, his arms and hands lost
their tension.
"So it is, Xi-To. But Lord Srotyr will see to that."
After a pause I asked. "How are you getting on with your
bodily functions, Xi-To?"
"Can I speak freely, m'Lord, cause I don't know the
fancy words?"
"Of course."
"At first it was difficult. I think it was the
medicated tea. I's trying to crap bits of rock. They were
hard and wouldn't come out. I didn't go for 2 days until I
stuck my finger in to pull it out! And going lying down
with that infernal bucket of the Lord was bad. But I am
getting used to that, and now I am taking less medicated tea
my crap is more like usual. Pissing is still difficult. My
dick is not big enough to use the bottle easily. I have to
turn onto my side with the help of my woman, and with her
lying behind to support me, stretch it so it reaches the
bottle, and then the piss comes out like wringing water from
cloth. It starts and stops, starts and stops. I'm used to
pissing standing, not lying down like a baby. My woman asks
10 times if I have finished it takes so long. She complains
a lot, but she always was a whinger. I try not to complain.
It is in the hands of The One. I worry about not going to
the service on Godday."
Asking him to talk had been like removing the plug from
a water inlet. He had so much stored up that it spewed
forth as if under a pressure. To try and stop him I
interrupted, "The One can see that you are sick, Xi-To. He
would not expect you to be at the service."
"No, m'Lord? That is good. I shouldn't`ave doubted.
He can see everything and everyone."
"He can, Xi-To. You only need to have faith." Which
brought to mind my conversation with Father yesterday. I
had my doubts about The One with our talk about cutting
through rocks and weapons that could destroy a people, but I
affirm his existence to Xi-To with a heart that has no
questions.
He did not continue after this. And I thought to ask,
"Why do you say you have a small dick, Xi-To?"
"Because I do. You looked at it when the sheet was
taken off. You saw it was small. And my thanks for asking
Lord Srotyr to cover the shame of my smallness."
"But how do you know it is small. I have not seen
other dicks. What are you comparing yourself to?"
"When one works in the field you can't always be
completely modest when having a piss. We men often piss
side by side, trying to piss further than t'other. Then we
make comparisons and jokes about how big. Some men have big
dicks, I have only a small one. Many men have small dicks
too. Mine gets much bigger when it is excited, but it is
still small compared with others. Maybe I should get it
excited before I piss. But it is hard to piss when it is
hard." He paused, smiling at his simple pun.
My mind found itself thinking of the world of the
worker, how it was different from my world. Here was
something I didn't know. I had always thought that the
worker was very modest, living by the guidelines of The One
to keep oneself covered at all times, and that my
willingness to be naked came from my arrogance of His
Commands. But now I see that all men like to expose
themselves, and from the freedom from which Xi-To was
expressing himself, to talk about their dicks as well.
"How much bigger do you get, Xi-To?"
"About this long," he said indicating a distance with
his fingers. "Do you think Lord Srotyr will be a bit?"
"Yes. He has to make the salve. That takes a while."
"I'll show you then. I don't like you to think I'm so
tiny!"
I could have stopped him, but was curious, so I watched
as he pulled up the sheet and started playing with his dick.
"It'll get hard quick `cause it's not fired since I
fell."
Which it did. Hard it was about 5 or 6 times longer
than soft, and reasonably thick. I would never have
imagined that the small bit of skin that I saw could have
changed to this. He was amost the same size as Yue-Sin when
he was hard. In turn I wondered if Yue-Sin was so small
when he was soft. Xi-To kept fingering himself even though
he had achieved his goal of demonstrating his full size. It
occurred to me that maybe he was awaiting a comment from me.
"It is much more presentable Xi-To. But I can't say
that I'm an expert in the size of dicks, as I have not seen
very many."
"You've seen Lord Srotyr's, `aven't you?"
Xi-To was becoming very forward, but I was curious to
see what he was thinking about.
"Yes I have, Xi-To. I entered manhood at the start of
the week, as you know, and since then I have bathed with my
Father just as you must bathe with your older boys."
"So, so. Tell, me. I know I mus'n't ask. But I'm
curious. Does Lord Srotyr `ave a big dick." All this time
he continued to stroke his own dick, which seemed to be
swelling further. The skin could now no longer contain the
head.
"As I said I have not much experience in this field Xi-
To. I shouldn't even answer, but I will say that he has a
bigger dick than you, or me for that matter."
"How much bigger?" he asked with excitement in his
voice.
"His dick would probably make 10 of yours. I can only
comment when it is soft, of course, not when it is hard like
yours is now."
"I told the other men that Lord Srotyr had a big one!"
With the last word his dick started spurting cum in large
amounts. He rested his body back on the bed when he
finished, then cleaned himself on the sheet. "Sorry m'Lord.
I musn't `ave done that, but I's carried away. My woman
won't do anything to help and it has been building to the
point of explosion. She could have sat on me, but she won't
do anything but let me fuck her in the position that The
Book says is correct. She never does anything other than
that. And says she don't enjoy that, only does it because I
insist."
"That's all right Xi-To. No one will know."
With that there was noise outside, and Father entered.
He sniffed at the air but I think it was just the odour from
the leg that he was noticing. I don't think the odour of
cum was evident yet, though I made a note that it must be I
who returned the sheet to its original position. I thought
it best Father did not know what had happened. Father
washed the damaged area of the leg with hot water steeped
with medicinal herbs, then applied the salve and covered
this with soft sisal. The bandages and ropes were then
reapplied but arranged in such a format to avoid pressure on
the damaged area and to allow later access without removing
everything.
Finally he said, "You're leg is healing well Xi-To. It
is straight and looks as if it will be the correct length.
This problem that your woman noticed is only a small thing -
it will get better. I will put more salve on it tomorrow.
I will show you how to prepare the salve and what herbs to
use in the water tomorrow Cavon, and then you can come each
day to dress this."
"Thankyou Father."
Father left the house without saying more, but I paused
to say goodbye to Xi-To. He thanked me, and said he looked
forward to me doing his dressing. Outside Father wished me
farewell, saying Yue-Sin would be waiting for me. He took
the side street that lead to the central street, while I
guided Lika up through the stepping of back streets (streets
that run at right angles to the main street do so
uninterrupted, but those parallel to the main street are
stepped, so that the exit onto one of the cross streets is
not in line with its take off after) to come to the house of
Yue-Sin by its back entrance. This door opened into the
armoury, usually left open in our peaceful times. I entered
quietly, hoping to surprise Yue-Sin. I had not got hard
while I watched Xi-To masturbate, but felt quite excited
now. I was very curious to see Yue-Sin with his dick soft,
and thought that if I was quick enough I might get his pants
down before he had time to respond.
I found him in the weapons room, sharpening a sword.
He was seated, so it took a bit to get him on his feet and
his pants down. He had immediately realised my goal, and by
the time it was achieved, even though he had helped, he was
rock hard. So I took to sucking him anyway while he
chuckled, "This is a lovely good morning!" He lifted me to
meet his waiting lips. "How is my love today?" he asked.
"Well, and hungry for you!" I also laughed.
"Let's go then!"
In no time he had me undressed and we had assumed what
I called a "69" position so as to pleasure each other. By
the time we had finished, with me stooping over his kneeling
form and my dick in his arse, I think he had cum 5 times,
but there was still no sign of his dick softening.
"I must stop," I said, collapsed on top of his kneeling
form. "I will have no strength left for training."
He stood, the action popping my soft dick out of his
arse, and turned to meet me in a long kiss, his dick
prodding my lower belly. He looked me glowingly in the
eyes. "I am happy that I have waited so long for this
happiness, of loving you!"
"I am happy also, Yue-Sin."
For a time we stood embracing. It seemed a short
while, but could have been half the day. I really did feel
happy when with Yue-Sin. He made me feel so special, that I
was indeed all his life. It was he who eventually broke the
hold, directing me into the bath with him for a quick clean
up prior to his pulling his trousers up over his stiff
manhood. Then started the routine of stretching exercises,
drill exercises and finally sparring to learn the skills and
subtleties of sword use. I was feeling more comfortable
with the sword, feeling it more like an extension of my arm
than a piece of wood that I was gripping tightly for fear of
letting it drop. Yue-Sin complemented me on my progress,
but I did not know whether this was genuine or his love
talking.
"You flatter me, Yue-Sin," I said. We were getting out
of the bath. He had massaged me, my aching shoulder's
suffering the pleasure of the pain caused by his strong
fingers. He had stripped to perform the massage, and was
stiff by the time he had dropped his pants, and remained so
in the bath and until we dressed again.
"No, my love. I do love you with all my heart, but I
can still be objective about your abilities. And because of
my love I can tell you what I believe. To Lord Srotyr I
would always say that you are doing well, but to you I can
tell the truth. You show a very rapid ability to learn, and
an intuition of what is the best thing to do. Of course,
you are still a new novice and any man of experience with a
sword would be able to kill you after a few strokes, but you
are learning as fast as I have seen anyone learn.
"Now the only problem is the length of time till I can
be with you again. I would have liked to take you for your
bow training, but Lord Srotyr asked me to ask Hi-Tui to give
your lessons. I don't question that Hi-Tui is a better
bowman than me, but a beginner does not need the best to
learn. But that is your father's request and I cannot alter
it. I will miss you though."
"I too, Yue-Sin . Take this kiss in memory of me till
ForDay."
After a long kiss Yue-Sin escorted me to Lika and waved
me off home under the still heavy rain and dark sky.
Mother was in the dining room, waiting for Father and I
to join her for lunch. I kissed her, and, as Father was
washing up for lunch, held her in the way of my childhood.
She in turn hugged me as if I was still a child. But not
for long, as the sound of Father closing the door to our
chamber was audible soon after the embrace commenced. I
bowed formally to Father, who was dark of visage, as he
entered and he bowed formally in return.
Lunch complete Father sat back in his chair. "The
river looks like it might rise again. I fear we might lose
our first rice crop, and not have enough seed to plant much
of second crop once the water subsides."
I now understood the dark look, his stiff formality.
"I will pray to The One that the rain lessens," was
Mother's response.
"Has that happened before?" was mine.
"No. But I am trying to get an extra crop in this year
in lieu of planting as much extra land as we need as there
is not enough seed rice put aside to plant for this. Our
population grew more during the winter than I expected, with
many tradespeople and freemen joining us to benefit from the
strong trade position we now have, and I was forced to break
into the seed rice to feed the people. I thought it would
be okay, as from my observations the river has never risen
again after this part of the year. But I have only been
here a few years, I cannot say that this is always so."
"Then we must all pray," I said, half ironically.
Father nodded in mute agreement.
Together in bed for the siesta I played with Father's
chest hair while we talked. He was so full of worry that
his dick was a dead fish, not that I had much energy left
after the morning with Yue-Sin . I tried to reassure him.
"If worse comes to worse we can buy seed rice from Ti-Lung."
"But that would cause me such loss of face!"
"Ti-Lung would not see it that way, and if you asked he
would keep it quiet. Imagine if you were buying rice from
me, would you feel as though you had lost face?"
"Not so much."
"And aren't you as close to Ti-Lung as you are to me?"
"We were, but time and distance has changed that
somewhat. But yes, we are still very close, and you are
correct, it is something in which he would be happy to help
me. No, it would not be so bad. But it would be much
better if I didn't have to ask!"
All his chest thoroughly explored I bent my lips to one
of his inviting nipples. Before taking it in I said, "Yes,
it would be better." Then concentrated on running my tongue
around the areola in diminishing circles until I took his
nipple gently between my teeth and gnawed on it. It started
to swell, but he pulled my face away then lifted my head up
to meet his lips in a gentle kiss. He indicated for me to
roll away from him so we could cuddle together in our
sleeping position.
"Sleep tight, my love. You are my balm. You have such
wisdom that I feel humble in you presence."
"Thankyou Father, but what wisdom I have I have learnt
from Mother and you."
"I don't know what it would take to swell your ego, my
son. You will make an admirable ruler here once you succeed
me."
"Let's not think of that day. We will remained curled
together like the unfolding fern leaf forever."
"Let's not think." He kissed the back of my neck, and
was soon lost to the soft breath of sleep tickling me like
his kiss. I did not remain in the wakeful world for very
long either, exhausted by a morning of exertion and emotion.
My last conscious memory was the pleasure of the sensation
of his dick against the cheeks of my backside. Soft as it
was, it still felt like a mighty implement.
It was the day for Father to sit in judgement. He had
said that many Lord's do this once every seventyday, but he
preferred that people did not have to wait so long to
receive justice. Also, he found it quite demanding,
deciding the right and wrong, and a heavy case load on any
one day would tire him. Last week's the session had been
moved forward a day because of my birthday and the time
required to set up the party, but today was on the usual
day. Po-Wei was waiting at the Lord's entrance to take the
horses, leaving us to enter and put on our robes. He had
informed us that two cases awaited judgement, but that one
could be a little difficult.
Father had requested that the simpler be heard first.
It was a simple case of robbery, witnessed by one of the
servants of the wronged merchant and clearly demarcated, a
field worker stealing a pot of oil from a not so well-to-do
merchant. The field worker proclaimed innocence. Father
retired into the dressing room, indicating for me to
followed. Po-Wei appeared a little puzzled, presumably
seeing this as a very simple case that did not need any
deliberation. When the door had shut Father asked, "Well,
Cavon, what do you think."
Not expecting to be asked, I had to pause to organise
my thoughts. "It seems fairly straight forward. Yi-Cho
stole and must be punished."
"And that is all?"
The way Father looked a me I knew that there must be
something that I had missed. My puzzled look was all that
Father needed and he continued.
"There are always a few questions you must ask yourself
before coming to a judgement. The first is there is nearly
always a reason for why someone does something wrong. In
this case why should Yi-Cho steal a pot of oil from Gri-Go?
No field worker in our province should lack the means to buy
oil. As you know the first jar they buy each seventyday is
priced so that it can be bought with the minimum salary that
field workers earn. More is considered luxury, and the
second is charged at the same rate charged to freemen. It is
possible that his wife had broken their pot of oil, or his
children had, and he had no money to replace it, but if this
was the case you would think he would have said this when I
gave him the chance, as a mitigating circumstance. It was
obvious that the situation appeared poor for him. Something
you don't know, and something no one knows, is that I was
quite, could you say, friendly, with Yi-Cho some four or
five years ago. He was quite handsome as a young man, and
was quite willing to enjoy, ah, a pleasurable diversion with
me in the time prior to his marriage. He could have easily
approached me before the case was heard today to ask for
assistance, and that he didn't reflects favourably on his
moral nature, something I had always held in high standing.
And Gri-Go. His business has fallen on hard times, largely
because he drinks and keeps a couple of mistresses that use
much of his money. It is quite probable that the price of a
jar of oil has become important to him, and he sees this a
failsafe way to gain a little income enforced by law. At
present having one's servant as a witness is not all that
strong, as servant's can be easily discharged if they don't
do there employer's will, as at this moment there is an
excess of servants in our province due an influx of freemen
from other provinces, all having heard that there is plenty
of well-paid work here.
"What I would like you to do is watch the faces of both
when I give my verdict, and see if you can read whether I am
correct.
Father passed judgement, and proportioned a punishment
on Gri-Go for having made a spurious charge. This
punishment was that he would have to supply the household of
Yi-Cho with a jar of oil every seventyday for the next year.
Watching the faces told the story. Yi-Cho's expressed the
open joy of someone delivered from punishment they knew they
didn't deserve. Relief, happiness, and righteousness mixed.
Gri-Go however became dark, shadowed with guilt and shame,
realising he had been caught out in his lie. He began to
protest loudly.
Father looked at me and I shook my head. He then held
up a hand for silence, reinforced by Po-Wei, and informed
Gri-Go that if he didn't respect the court's judgement his
punishment would be increased. Once all parties to the case
had been ushered out and Po-Wei had returned, Father asked
Po-Wei to make quiet enquiries of the servant of Gri-Go,
emphasising that Gri-Go must not know that the servant had
been interviewed, to see if she had in fact been coerced
into giving false witness. (Po-Wei informed Father the
following day that this is in fact what had happened.)
I now understood why Father had such a reputation as an
administrator of law. It came from his close knowledge of
his people (which must become more difficult as our province
grew) and his deep understanding of human nature.
The second case was indeed more complicated. A female
field worker had been found naked in the bed of a pot maker
by the pot maker's wife. The wife was requesting divorce on
the basis of proven adultery. Fieldworkers and freemen were
not allow to marry, nor associate sexually. This was a
local law that Father had introduced because he felt that
the morals of the field workers would be under excess
pressure if they could sell their bodies for monetary gain.
This was not a problem in other provinces as field workers
were not allowed to have money, so receiving money was of no
value to them. They could receive in kind, but once again
the types of things that would be likely to be of interest
to the field worker were also forbidden in most provinces
with punishment attached to their possession, and those
things that weren't forbidden were in fairly free supply so
did not provide enough incentive to prostitute one's body.
Open and shut case. But the tradesman claimed that he
had found the field worker in the bedroom when he had come
home unexpectedly early one morning from his employment. He
worked in the factory of a merchant who, to increase his
profit, had taken to employ the influx of pot maker's coming
to learn the new methods of our province so as to produce
pots more cheaply than he could purchase them from local pot
maker's. The pot maker claimed, as he had been feeling
unwell, that he had entered the house quietly and gone
direct to the bedroom to find the female field worker naked
in his bed. There was noise of someone in the kitchen.
Rather than try to discover what was happening, seeing the
risk if he was found in the bedroom with this woman in his
bed, he left as he had come and went to a tavern where he
rested.
The field worker? She denied that she had ever been in
the house!
Father asked a few questions, then asked if the
household employed a servant. The answer was no. So how
could one account for this fieldworker in the marital bed of
the pot maker? Asked when she had found the field worker
the wife said that it was during siesta time, that she had
delayed talking to other women on her way home from making
purchases at the market. Of the pot maker Father asked if
anyone had could act as witness for his presence in the
tavern. He did not know. He had been quite unwell and
didn't look around him. He had fallen asleep with his face
in his arms on the table, and when he awoke he had struggled
back to his now empty bed where he had slept further.
Once again Father indicated for me to join him in the
dressing room. "This time I need your opinion."
"Something that I don't know Father. You and I are
interested in people of our own sex. You have found
pleasure, so you told me a little while ago, with a field
worker. Are there also women who find pleasure with people
of their own sex, who might find these pleasures with a
female field worker?"
"Are you suggesting that the wife and the field worker
were lovers, and that the pot maker had chanced to enter the
marital bedroom at the same moment his wife had gone to the
kitchen for some reason, leaving the field worker in bed.
Realising she had been found out the wife and the field
worker concocted this story, knowing that punishment for
breaking the law of associating with field workers rests
completely on the freeman and thinking that no one would
consider that she had been in bed with the field worker.
The field worker would deny her presence completely as this
would seen as helping her male lover prove his innocence."
"Well, I hadn't got quite so far, but, yes, along those
lines."
"But why couldn't the pot maker not just be lying?"
"He could, but why put the field worker in the bed at
all if he is going to lie. Looking at him as he spoke he
seemed quite puzzled by the presence of the field worker in
the bed. So why make it up if he couldn't use it to explain
anything. If one is going to lie shouldn't there be some
advantage to the person making the lie?"
"Yes. Like there is a motive for wrongdoing. You
know, I think you are correct. Maybe the woman wasn't in
bed with the field worker, maybe she had only employed the
field worker to set up her husband so that she could file
for divorce. That is probably more likely than that she and
the field worker were lovers.
"Once again, watch the faces as I give judgement," he
commanded.
Father announced that the request for divorce was
granted. I saw the smirk that passed between the two women
in question and the look of grief on the face of the pot
maker. I nodded when Father looked my way.
"But that there will be no support to Eo-Su from Eo-
Bue."
The look of surprise on the face of the pot maker, Eo-
Bue, and the anger on the face of his wife said it all, and
on my further nod.
"If you, Eo-Su, wish to withdraw your request for
divorce you may do so. This will be approved if your
husband agrees to remain married. Do you wish to withdraw
your request?"
Eo-Su looked at the ground for a while before showing
again her face, now resigned. "I do."
"Eo-Bue, you have one week to decide if you accept
this. Please communicate your desire at the end of this
time to Po-Wei."
(The truth of this case was never revealed. Eo-Bue
accepted the return of his wife, and they continued as a
married couple.)
SECONDAY
Rain fell outside. It was the silent rain, made up of
a seemingly impenetrable mass of tiny droplets, so small
they fell without noise. But it was heavy. Father, worried
that the river might flood, had ridden out to inspect, to
decide if there was a need to pull the newly planted rice to
save some of it from being washed away. I had already
visited Xi-To with Father to change his dressing, learning
how to prepare the medicated water and apply the salve. It
was looking and smelling better. Now I was sitting on a
bench beside Hu-Wi, sipping on hot, fragrant tea prepared by
him, trying to drive away the dampness. Water trickled
through various small leaks in the thatched roof of the
stables - this type of rain found every hole - and tapped
and plopped musically into a motley collection of
receptacles around the stables. It was insidious and all
enveloping. I had spent the morning learning about care and
grooming of horses, about their dietary needs and likes. Of
how to examine a horse, to know good health from poor, to
know strengths and weaknesses. I had learnt a lot, but now
my mind was limpid as it soaked in the fragrant steam and
washed over by the rain.
"One day all this will be yours," said Hu-Wi. He was
also drinking tea, his wise, youthful face contrasting with
his long, white hair. He had told me that after a bad fall
a lot of his hair had fallen out, and when it grew back it
was white.
"I don't want to think about that."
"Are you frightened of the responsibility?"
"A little, but I love Father very much and if this is,
as you put it, mine, it means he will no longer be with us."
"We will all miss your father when he passes on. But
it will happen one day. And when he goes it will be much
harder to keep this all together."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Lord Srotyr has made many changes in the way of life
of the field worker. Giving him money to purchase food and
luxuries has made his life much more comfortable. Lord
Srotyr makes sure that all the houses are kept in good
condition. The field worker here has a much better life
than anywhere else in the realm."
"But why should that cause things to be more
difficult?"
"It is the nature of man. The older field worker knows
that he is receiving a bounty that he could not have
imagined as a young man, but there are those now who have
grown up knowing nothing else. We are very isolated here
and field workers have no contact with other provinces, and
have no comparison. But they do see the merchants, the
tradesmen, the freemen, men who earn and pay for things with
gold. And they yearn for the same, to be able to buy their
freedom with gold. Lord Srotyr tries to control this by
being the only exchanger of local currency and gold, but
desire makes man look for other ways to get what he wants.
And there are merchants who will secretly exchange gold for
local coins with these men, but at three times the official
rate. So they become wealthy exchanging their illegally
gained coins for three times the amount of gold they
originally had. It is easy money, limited only by the
supply of local coinage that can be accumulated by the field
workers. But wealth breeds jealousy, and to protect their
wealth they hire men of low morals, men fleeing from trouble
in other provinces, men who would kill you as soon as look
at you, to act as their guards, to make others beware of
crossing them. Field workers do not have much above their
needs, so it will take a long time for any to have enough
gold to start causing problems, but you will see this in
your time."
"Does Father know of this?"
"I think so, though I have never spoken to him. It is
not my place and it could be easily seen as criticism. Even
though Lord Srotyr is a good man, it is never wise to make
any comment of any member of the nobility that could be seen
as a criticism."
Remembering Father's eyes only last week when I had
pushed him away from an embrace he desired made me just nod
in response to this, and ask, "But why are you telling me?"
"You are greater than any man I have known. You have
the wisdom of a wise elder in a young body. I do not feel
fear when I am with you, for I know that you are able to see
that what I say is not meant as a criticism of Lord Srotyr,
but rather a comment on the nature of man and how it will
always be the cause of grief. You can see my heart, not
just my words. And though I would never wish the passing on
of anyone, and will severely grieve if I outlive Lord
Srotyr, I also look forward with much pleasure to a time
when I might work in your service."
"Hu-Wi, I hope one day I can grow to be the man you see
in me."
"My lord Cavon, you are already that man! I hope you
can hold on to it!"
"But I have so much to learn!" I exclaimed.
"You have a quick eye and a quick brain my lord. You
will learn all you need to know. But I am talking of
something that comes from the spirit, not from the mind. It
is born to us, but we can lose it if we don't respect
ourselves."
I turned away from the silent rain to look at Hu-Wi, to
see a brilliance in his eyes. Hu-Wi was a man I had always
respected because Father had always spoken highly of his
knowledge of horses and his wisdom. But I doubted his
wisdom at this moment, though intensely flattered at the
same time. "Hu-Wi, I hope I can live up to your faith."
"My lord, you will!" he replied simply.
We sat in comfortable silence, broken eventually by Hu-
Wi. "There is nothing more I can teach you here today. You
may as well go home to lunch early. I'll help you with your
coat."
Riding slowly amongst the streams of water spilling
down the cobbled streets, between houses so wet they looked
like they were weeping, I contemplated my future. Riding
behind Father on his massive steed towering above all I had
foreseen my future only with pride, but now I could see that
it would be much more difficult. I questioned how I could
satisfy the demands of all around me, fill Father's place,
take my place in the marital bed. Knowing his true history,
and of mother, I questioned whether I had sufficient birth
to be Lord. But Father had confidence, so I decided that I
shouldn't question too much, and gave myself to the
sensation of swimming through the silent rain, and the image
of his warm arms that would be holding me again tonight.
"Ti-Lung has sent me a message," Father began, "asking
if I can aid him with organising his field workers." We
were together in the bath in our interlinked leg fashion,
Father thawing out from his long day in the silent rain.
The rain had lightened during the afternoon, but the world
remained wet and heavy. "It looks as though the river won't
flood so I have decided to set out on ForDay if there is no
more heavy rain."
My face as always gave away my inner self. "I would
love to take you with me, but your little mare would not be
up to the trip. Its three days on a big stallion like
Trugo, little Lika would drop in her tracks trying to keep
up. And she would try. She has a big heart."
"Just like you have a big dick," I joked, trying to
make light of my pain while grabbing the spoken of member.
"Yes, just like I have a big dick. Ti-Lung wants to
set up a system of payment for his field workers similar to
what I have here. He has been impressed with the increase
in yields I have achieved without increasing the workforce,
and wants to do the same."
"How long since you've seen Ti-Lung?"
"Yes Cavon, there is that as well. I can't hide
anything, can I. We haven't seen each other for three
seventydays. Ti-Lung is not like you and I, or like Yue-
Sin. He does not have any problems with women, and he has a
normal relationship with his wife. But our friendship and
love goes back before he met his wife, and that love is
still strong. We like to see each other, to make love."
"Do I remind you of him?"
"Yes. I do love him too, but that does not mean I
don't love you, Cavon. Just like you said with Yue-Sin.
You love Yue-Sin, but it is different to how you love me.
Ti-Lung is the same with me. I love him, but it is an old
love, and I am not his sexual preference though I was his
first love. It is different. And I do love you more!"
"So you have sex, though he doesn't have interest in
sex with men?"
"Its confusing. My theory is that some men just like
sex, and it doesn't matter much if they are with man or
woman. It is the relationship that triggers the desire
rather the physical. And as society promotes the
relationship of man and woman this is the easier way to go.
I believe that if Ti-Lung and I had not started
experimenting during our youth we would never have begun.
If he had married before we met we would have been good
friends, but he would have remained faithful to his wife and
the idea of sex with me would have never crossed his mind."
Father's dick was well swollen by now and I began to
give it more intense attention. "Will you be away long?"
"Maybe 2 weeks. It will seem a long time but you will
have much to do, and Yue-Sin and Hi-Tui to keep you
satisfied."
"They cannot replace you!"
"Thankyou. But I cannot tell Ti-Lung about us, and he
would not understand any other reason. It will only be a
short while, and we have all our lives together." Putting
his hands over mine to hold them still he added, "Let's wait
until we get into bed. I want to show you real love
tonight!"
I let go of his dick to hold his hands, squeezing them
tightly.
"But there is no reason I can't suck your little
lizlion, as he will be quite able to perform later." Father
pulled me forward so I was standing with my legs straddling
his belly. He grabbed my buttocks then ran his tongue
around the end of my dick, edging back the skin before
taking the whole thing into his mouth. He started me in a
slow fucking motion controlled by his hands on my buttocks
then moved so that one hand was on the small of my back
while a soapy finger of the other explored between my
buttocks and finally penetrated my anus. The sensation took
my body at the moment of penetration, more intense than ever
before. Weak in the legs I sat on his lap while my head
cleared. When I opened my eyes again I was greeted by a
huge smile on Father's face. "I think something came out
that time! I could taste it."
"It certainly felt different!"
"Different?"
"More powerful, more intense."
"So, you have answered the question you asked of me."
"I guess I have," I replied.
"Now let's move before your Mother thinks we are making
love!" he joked as he levered himself out of the bath, his
half hard dick wagging from side to side with every
movement.
I lay sleepily in his arms, slowly rubbing my face
against his fragrant, furry chest, intermingling the rubbing
with little kisses. I had just cum for the fourth time, the
last time in his hand after I had taken him in my mouth.
The taste of his cum surprised me, vaguely unpleasant, but
that did not stop me from wanting to do it again. I hadn't
liked the taste of tea first time either. This had been
preceded by a mutual body exploration with hands and mouth
so detailed that I felt I knew his body better than my own
hands. I had pleasured his arse with my tongue, making it
sloppy and slippery for the entry of my straining dick,
which he had encouraged to stay for two courses. I wished
my dick had been bigger so as to give him more satisfaction.
This had been preceded by a quickie in his mouth near the
start to take away my sense of urgency. And now I was ready
for sleep, snuggled up with everything that was important in
my world. And he was going to leave me in a couple more
days. I pushed the thought aside to savour the moment, and
fell asleep.
THIRDAY
Thirday. My first day caring for the leg of Xi-To on
my own. I felt nervous, the novice, but Xi-To obviously did
not share my doubts. The house was empty except for him. I
didn't question why.
"'morning, m'Lord!" he said warmly. "I hope that you
are well on this day."
"Thankyou, I am, Xi-To. And how do you feel?"
"Very well, m'Lord, but always better for seeing you.
You fill me with confidence that I'll be whole again one
day."
"Why is that, Xi-To?"
"Not sure I know, m'Lord. But when you're here I feel
as if I'm filled with the spirit of The One."
"Let that spirit stay with you, Xi-To. It will help
you heal."
"It already is helping. The smell has gone, even the
woman says that it smells better."
"Yes, it does."
"I asked her to leave water over the fire to be ready
for you."
"Thankyou, but I will remove the dressing that is there
first." With that he pulled forcefully on the sheet that
covered him till it came untucked from the end of the bed.
It floated up to leave revealed his nakedness.
I went to help him cover his dick but he said, "No no,
m'Lord. Leave it out if it's okay. It likes to see some
air, and I know you aren't offended."
"No, I am not offended," and proceeded unwrap the
bandage that covered his wound. While I did this his right
hand fiddled with the little piece of skin that was his
dick, encouraging it out of hiding. By the time I had
returned with the bowl containing the medicinal herb steeped
water it was fully hard, its head purple and swollen.
"He likes it when you are here, m'Lord."
"He certainly appears to, Xi-To." Internally I
questioned why this man wanted to show me his dick, why this
excited him, why he thought it was something that would not
cause him trouble. Thinking of Hi-Tui, it seemed that there
was something about me that made men comfortable about
exposing themselves. I didn't mind, without doubt enjoyed
it, but how did they know?
Placing an empty bowl under Xi-To suspended leg I began
to gently wash his wound with the medicated water. He
continued stroking his swollen dick, watching me intently.
I placed the salve Father had prepared, the re-wrapped the
leg. As I removed the bowl from the bed Xi-To asked, "May I
be so bold as to ask a favour?"
"Ask away Xi-To."
"I've always been curious to know what the lizlion of a
Lord looks like. Can I ask you to show?"
I hesitated, my eyes resting not on his eyes where they
should have been but rather on his angry dick and stroking
fingers. I knew what was correct, but believed that no harm
could come of it. "If you promise never to tell."
"Of course, m'Lord."
On the moment of exposure of my dick, not hard but
maybe a little swollen, the dick of Xi-To exploded its load
of white liquid and he fell back into the bed with a sigh of
satisfaction. "Thankyou m'Lord," he eventually said.
"Remember, only between us."
"Yes, m'Lord, do not doubt me."
I left puzzling about what was happening between Xi-To
and myself. I did not feel for him like I felt for Father,
or Yue-Sin, nor did seeing his dick, hard or soft, trigger
the lust that I felt with Hi-Tui, but still I felt myself
drawn to the situation, looking forward to a repetition. I
would be seeing Xi-To every day with Father away, and I felt
curious as to how things would progress. What I didn't
understand at all was Xi-To's side. I tried to imagine
putting myself in the situation of asking someone,
particularly someone my superior, to watch me masturbate,
but failed. Maybe it was related to the behaviour that
Father described to me, of men wanted to show their hard
dick to an unknown woman.
Not coming up with any clear answers, but remaining
curious, I turned my thoughts to something that did not
puzzle me. Meeting Hi-Tui. It had been organised that we
meet at the town gate, so I nudged Lika rightward along the
line of the wall till I came out at the central street just
a short distance from the entry gate. I could see him
immediately, giving instructions to his substitute. A
collection of bows and quivers of arrows were resting
against the wall of the small shed, rather dangerously I
thought, but he was wearing a sword as well so I assumed he
thought that he could protect them if needed. His face lit
in a smile when he looked up in response to Lika's hoof
clips on the stone of the main street.
"Welcome, my Lord," he called in his powerful voice.
Fortune had provided us with a rain free day for my
lesson in archery. I admired Hi-Tui's face, his massive
frame, but finding my eyes most strongly drawn to the well-
filled pouch revealed by his open coat. When I had come
close enough to respond without shouting I replied,
"Thankyou, Hi-Tui. How are you today?"
"Well, my Lord. And how does The One find you?"
"Also well." I then noticed a horse tethered just
outside the town gates, enjoying the wild grass growing
there. "Are we not going to the archery range, Hi-Tui?"
"If you agree, my Lord, as it is such a fine day, I
thought rather than use the targets, which can be very
tedious, we would go to an area of lantern trees that I
know. It is not too long a ride, and I see you have Lika.
They will be in flower and are quite beautiful, as well as
making good target practice for shooting above."
"That is fine, Hi-Tui?"
Hi-Tui rapidly gathered up the collection of weapons
and placed them in the deep saddlebags of his horse. "Here,
I have brought a short sword for you. I know you are having
lessons and it will be useful to defend ourselves if
needed."
We rode side by side. Hi-Tui chattered casually,
talking of the late rain, Lord Srotyr's trip and the extra
duties he would have in Lord Srotyr's absence. Field
workers stopped their work hoeing empty fields or weeding
the already established fields of oolito to bow a greeting
to us as we passed. At then end of the town road we turned
right, pushing the horses into a slow trot. It was the
first time I had ridden this road, and we passed the
entrance to the pool that Yue-Lin and I frequent in a very
short time. Soon also the cultivated fields were also
behind us and we were out of earshot of the field workers.
Here the valley wall was close to the river, the ground,
other than the road, sloping steeply upwards. It was
populated with the stumps of the many dionel trees that had
been used in the construction of the town wall. Over these
grew low red scrubby bushes, yellow ferns and the slender
trunks of new dionel trees with small crowns of yellow
leaves hurrying to replace there parents.
"We have a good day for our first day together," I
said.
"Yes my Lord. I've been planning it from the first
time we spoke. It would not have been very good though if
it had been raining like it was two days ago."
"Tell me, Hi-Tui. How did you know that I was
interested?"
"My Lord, you will need to learn to take more care
where you direct your gaze if you don't want men to know
that you are interested in them."
"What do you mean?"
"My Lord, when you look at a man you must look them in
the eye, not downwards at his pouch. But I'm happy that you
did, though you must promise me that you will not do the
same with any other man."
"Are there other men who are interested in this thing?"
"There are some, my Lord. It has been a long time
since I have been with anyone other than my wife, but there
are some. They are not beautiful like you, but there are
some."
"You think that I am beautiful, Hi-Tui?"
"My Lord, you are the most beautiful man I have ever
seen. You are the son of your mother, who is the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. You do not have anything
of your father. Lord Srotyr is a handsome man, he is a
mighty man, he is a wise man, but he is not beautiful."
"Hi-Tui, please call me Cavon."
"Yes. Cavon," he said, savouring the sound. "I would
like that."
"A man cannot be both beautiful and handsome?" I asked.
"Yes. You are both beautiful and handsome. But a man
can be handsome yet not beautiful. I am not beautiful,
though some have said that I am handsome."
"You are handsome, Hi-Tui. Have you been with many
men?"
"Not many. We live in a small town and one must be
very careful. When I was a young man living in the
KingsTown it was easier."
"Do you prefer men or women?"
"I feel I'm on trial, Cavon."
"No Hi-Tui. I'm just trying to understand how this
thing works. I've just entered manhood and it is all new to
me."
"Yes, I forget. I don't think I can answer anyway. I
like all things. I like food." He said this rubbing his
belly. "I like drink. I like breasts. I like pear shaped
female buttocks. I like cunts. I like the form of a man's
chest. I like the trim, muscular buttocks of a man. I like
dicks. I like balls. I like it all. I don't like having
to chose one over another, though."
"When did you know that you liked everything, Hi-Tui?"
"I always liked everything. I did not know I was
different from anyone else for some time after I entered
manhood. I know I liked the things that all the other young
men liked. I liked looking at women, I liked talking about
breasts. I did not know that other young men did not like
looking at men. I thought that it just wasn't talked about.
And though I never approached a man who did not want to be
approached, I learnt that not all men liked to be with other
men, and that one had to look for the signals that showed
interest. Fortunately, men who are not interested in other
men also don't tend to notice that your eyes drift down to
their pouch from time to time, or that maybe you brush
against them a little more than you should."
"So they only see in you what they do themselves, and
if you do something outside their experience or interest it
is like they are blind?"
"That expresses it beautifully."
The formed road ended suddenly and we were forced
single file onto a dirt track. Only the timber cutters came
here and their mules dragging logs back to town largely
maintained the trail. On the formed road they put them on
small carts, one tied to each end of 2 or 3 of logs, so that
two mules, one in front for pulling and one behind for
braking, could move a number of logs, but on the dirt it
required a team of 2 or 3 mules and a lot of swearing to
drag one log. But now was the time of planting, log
cutting was for winter, so there would be no one in this
area.
A bit further on the land spread out again and the
number of lantern trees began to increase. They were not
good for timber, their trunks made of layers similar to
their wide, strappy leaves, so they were spared the axes of
the woodcutters. Consequently, though once uncommon, they
were becoming the dominant tree in some areas. They were
very pretty, with their red leaves spreading out like the
frayed end of a bamboo supporting blue, downward hanging,
box shaped flowers for which they were named. Hi-Tui led
through a gap in the more solid wall of trees on our right
and I followed. Weaving between trunks we arrived in a sort
of a clearing, with many stumps of large dionel trees
forming a series of tables amongst youngish lantern trees
and grass. A small creek cut through in front, acting as a
barrier to easy logging, but a small pool also made this an
attractive resting spot. Hi-Tui dismounted, unloaded the
bows and arrows, checked the pool, though small, for the
signs of lizlions then led his horse to the pool to drink.
I rode Lika to the edge of the water and dismounted so as to
be at his side. He turned to me and immediately took me
into his arms, his lips meeting mine in a kiss of passion.
Our hard dicks pushed out our pouches with mine prodding
between his thighs and his my belly.
He broke, saying "Let's settle the horses."
We tied each of the horses in areas of longer grass for
them to enjoy. Hi-Tui lay a clean horse blanket on an area
of short grass and removed his clothes. My first view of
him naked, of his formed chest, his largish but solid belly.
His dick had gone down and I now saw it with its head
withdrawn - though unlike the few other men I had seen the
tip of the head remained visible outside of the skin. It
was thick, sitting up on large balls. It quickly came to
life though as he watched me undress, assuming its more
familiar, upward curve with its massive head rampant. Again
we fell into each other's arms, then onto the blanket, Hi-
Tui underneath and me riding on top. As we kissed he ran
his hands down my back, exploring my buttocks and thighs,
reaching between to tickle my balls. He then lifted me up
so that he could suck my dick, my legs straddling his chest.
Lifting further up I ended up kneeling with legs either side
of his head, my arse sitting over his mouth. His tongue
explored around the opening vigorously then dived in, giving
me a sensation of an intensity unfelt from this area before.
Anxious for a closer view of his cock I spun myself around
like a top on the point of his tongue then lay on his belly.
His cock lay prone on his belly and seeing it so exposed I
realised that it was not only thicker than Father's, it was
just as long or longer, this facet disguised while he was
standing by the overhang of his belly.
With my tongue I began an exploration, from the tip to
the solid tissue of the rim of the head, down its massive
shaft. I licked his sack, then struggled to get each ball
into my mouth. He tasted of fresh sweat, of horse, and also
of fresh soap. This was not the taste of 4 days. He had
washed specially for our meeting. He probably thought the
same of me, for he would have no reason to think that I
bathed every day.
All this time I felt Hi-Tui's tongue exploring deeper
and deeper inside me. I felt that I was filled by its
flickering muscle waving me around like a baton. My
backside moved around in circles trying to keep up with its
rotations. In return I started to bury deeper between his
legs, but seemingly on realising my goal he picked me up and
spun me around, filling my mouth with his eager tongue.
Then he whispered, "I don't like being touched down there."
I nodded, surprised by the sudden change in position.
"But I would sure like to fuck you!"
"I don't think that would be a good idea. You are so
big!"
"Yes, I know it is not possible. I would do nothing to
cause you harm. But I would love to fuck you," he finished
sensuously. He then inserted his dick between my thighs,
slippery with an overflow of saliva, and begun thrusting at
the same time as grabbing me by the hips and moving me in
the opposite direction to his thrust. Somehow at the same
time he managed to kiss me, and rub my dick up and down
along his smooth belly.
Soon I had cum with the wonderful sensation of his
thick dick rubbing across my arse, then he groaned and
squeezed me so tight I thought my pelvis would break. Hot
wetness spurted into the crack of my arse. We lay still,
both of us breathing heavily.
I lifted my head to kiss him. He was not keen, giving
only a peck, and replying to my questioning look, "I don't
like to kiss after. With my wife too, not just you."
I felt let down. "Don't you love me, `Hi-Tui?"
He looked at me carefully, then replied, "No, Cavon. I
don't love you. I do love sex though, and you and I make
wonderful sex together!"
Realising I had to be satisfied with this I let myself
relax, and thought, "Why do I need him to love me? I
already have two that love me, and one more who loves me as
a friend. Why do I want more. And it was wonderful sex!"
My cock got hard again at that thought, but I could feel
that Hi-Tui was soft between my legs.
"Let's have a wash in the pool before commencing your
lesson."
He kept to himself in the pool, dressed immediately on
coming out even though he was wet. With the cold water his
dick had shrunk down to be as small as I had seen it, the
head now hidden from view. Then began a very professional
lesson in archery. Though he stood close, arms around me to
adjust my hand position on the bow, I might have been with
another person than the one who had buried his tongue in my
arse. He taught me how to judge distance, how to let go of
the arrow in a clean manner, where to aim to successfully
hit a target. Our first targets were the boles of the
lantern trees, arrows piercing their soft flesh easily
enough to not fall to the ground. As my accuracy improved
he directed me to more distant trees, then upwards, aiming
at the high hanging flowers, showing me how the higher the
flower the more you had to allow for arrow drop so as to
successfully pierce the flower. He then showed-off by
scything the stem of one of the flowers so that the flower
fell down complete. He made a formal presentation of this
flower to me, saying "To our first day."
I took the flower and the kiss that followed, and soon
we were on the blanket once again. This time he had me
kneel and he attacked my arse with his tongue from behind.
When saliva was running from my crack he knelt over me so
that his hard cock was pushing at my dripping arse.
"I'll not enter," he whispered hoarsely in my ear,
"I'll just push against you a little bit."
Even so I felt that the vestibule of my arse was being
questioned by a horse, then a scream of pain erupted as the
head of his dick thrust past my sphincter.
He put his hand over my mouth and whispered, "Be still
my little one." He did not pull out though he did not move,
but even so I soon I felt his dick pulsating as his hot seed
filled me and he moaned wordlessly. Reaching below he found
my dick, shrivelled in response to the pain. I think he
then realised what he had done and pulled out of my arse,
apologising so profusely that I felt sorry for him. "I
didn't mean to go in. It just happened. Then I was cumming
and I had no control. I'm sorry my little one, I'm sorry.
Let me see if I did you any damage. Oh, you are bleeding my
little one. Let's wash you in the pool."
This time he was very different, full of attention to
make sure I was clean, kissing every part of my body that
came near his face, vowing that he loved me more than anyone
in his life. In truth I think his fear spoke. I think he
had indeed gone further than he had intended and what had
happened was an accident, but he doubted if I would keep my
mouth closed. If I was to report he had raped me I wouldn't
even have to show my damaged arse for it to be believed and
his life would be forfeit. I decided it was time to take
control.
I requested he leave the water. He went directly to
his clothes but I ordered him instead to the blanket. When
he sat, legs crossed, I stood above him.
"Hi-Tui, what you did was very wrong. You took my
trust and betrayed it completely. You are well aware that I
could have your life for this, but I won't. But you will
not go unpunished. You will receive what you gave."
"Kneel!" I ordered.
He knelt without question. I wet his arse with my
tongue, penetrating him in the same way that he had done to
me. He obviously felt no pleasure from this, but tensed his
body bravely. I then stood behind him with knees bent
enough to put me at the correct height for entry. And I
entered without subtlety. I entered with force, pushing my
dick through his unwilling muscle, pounding into him. I
paid no heed to his whimpers of pain. I was surprised how
much this was exciting me. Cumming was as good as I had
felt. I did not go down though, so I continued plugging him
until I had cum once again. Then I pulled out and turned
him around.
I looked at him and my heart melted at the look of
contrition on his face. "Hi-Tui, I seem to be different
from you, for I do love you. Even though you caused me
enormous pain I still love you. Aren't you big enough to
let love into your heart?"
"I don't know what to say Cavon. If you will ever let
me near you again I promise that my cock will not go
anywhere near your arse so it will not be tempted to do
things it shouldn't. And I do believe I am big enough to
say I love you. So much that I am happy for you to do
anything you want to me. If you want to fuck me you can
fuck me. Anything at all. But now I want to take you in my
arms and kiss you."
With that I leapt into his arms and we kissed. We
washed again in the pool and rode home slowly. My arse was
uncomfortable and I rode with straightened legs a lot of the
time to keep it off the saddle. I had let Hi-Tui examine me
more closely and he pronounced that there had been very
little damage and that he didn't think it would take long to
heal. He had had something similar when he had had an
episode of constipation and had passed something that had
felt like a brick, and it had healed in a few days.
I bade him farewell at the town gate. The man who had
stood in for him took his horse to return it to the stables.
It was close to lunchtime and many people were returning
from the fields, so I limited the goodbye to a handshake.
Though I would have preferred to walk beside Lika to get
home, I decided that this would look rather strange so I
tried to hide the pain from my face as I sat normally in the
saddle. I was glad to dismount. Walking was comfortable,
but I didn't know what it would be like when I had to go to
the toilet. Fortunately Father was leaving early in the
morning and would not be around if I moaned a little.
Father was waiting for me in our chamber. I kissed him
on entering and sat on his lap, wriggling to find a
comfortable position. He asked about my morning. "It went
well. My accuracy has improved, but I need to work on
distance. He suggested some arm exercises to do every day.
Then he shot and took down a lantern flower from at least 10
times the height of a man by cleanly lancing its stem. I
was able to catch it before it hit the ground and it looked
like he had hit the stem dead centre."
"He is a marvellous archer. He has a very good eye.
But I was more asking about the other side of your lesson."
"Ah." I felt uncomfortable. With Yu-Sin I had never
had to say much as Father had experienced him much more than
me, but here I was opening a new door. "I feel
uncomfortable Father. I feel I am betraying something very
personal."
"You are. But you are with me and there is nothing so
personal that you cannot talk with me."
"Okay. His dick is big. I told you it was thick, but
not so long. I was wrong. His belly hides it. It is as
long as you, maybe longer. He liked putting his tongue in
my arse. He likes to fuck, but he didn't do so with me
because of his size. But his strength is enormous and he
was able to, lying on his back, lift me up and down by the
pelvis at the same time as move me my dick up and down on
his belly and thrust his dick between my legs."
"Sounds acrobatic."
"I guess so, but it felt very good."
"I have no doubt it did. Unfortunately I think I would
be too big even for his strength but I would be curious to
see his dick. It sounds like a wonder, and maybe I would be
big enough to take it inside. The stretching caused by a
thick dick, once it stops hurting, feels rather amazing."
"I would fear too much to let him enter me."
"I would not want him to enter you. If I could get
hard enough, I would not enter you until you had grown
some."
I repeated all the archery part to Mother after we had
eaten lunch, ending also with the severing of the lantern
flower. She expressed disbelief at this, but I told her I
had caught it as it fell and the stem had been cleanly
severed not just knocked down.
"He is truly a great archer then," said Mother.
"He is. He did it with ease, and on the first go. I
hope that I can imitate him. After only one lesson I have
improved enormously."
"He is such a big man though. It will be hard to match
his strength."
"I don't think I will ever match that. My competitions
with him will have to be at close range," I laughed.
Cuddled into the curve of Father's body I slipped
quickly into sleep
FORDAY
Forday morning, before dawn. I rode through chill,
sharp rain at Father's side. He had agreed that I could
accompany him till we came to Rocky Ridge. I now regretted
it. I would now only be able to coldly watch his form
disappear into the dark, feeling alone and desolate. It
would have better to say goodbye hotly in bed, as we did,
and then not have seen him after he left the room. But my
pride would not let me turn back before the Ridge. Father's
guard rode around us, with two extra to escort me home.
Several private people, taking advantage of the protection
of Father's guard, made up the rest of the party. We did
not talk. Even if the others had not been present there
seemed nothing to say. The horses hooves splashed in the
mud as they patiently followed the guidance of their riders,
not questioning why anyone would be mad enough to want be
out in this dark wet morning. "I should be like Lika," I
thought, "and not question." From where I was the sides of
the road were not visible, but a hint of greyness in the
eastern sky promised that some light would be present before
Father found himself on more unfamiliar road. This was not
long, as the rocks that gave Rocky Ridge its name soon
formed a silhouette against the morning sky. I shook hands
formally with Father, feeling empty and inadequate. I
wanted to hold him so tight that I became one with him, but
instead this rigid hand was all I could hold on to.
"Safe journey, Father."
"Thankyou Cavon."
And without anything else he rode on, disappearing in
the greying light ahead. I signalled to the guards and
headed home. First stop was in the house of Xi-To. I was
very early, finding them both in bed. Xi-To's wife jumped
up to get the stove going to boil water, quickly dressing
while I turned my back.
"The Lord's left," was how Xi-To started conversation
once his wife had left.
"Yes. I've just seen him off."
"You'll miss him."
"That I will Xi-To."
Xi-To's arms were under the sheet and there seemed to
be activity in the area of his groin, which was revealed as
the sheet was taken off his damaged leg. I left his good
leg covered, but he sneaked his dick out of the side and
stroked it without pause except when he heard his wife
returning with the water. During this time he covered it
temporarily. The leg was stable, so I re-dressed it and
bade him good bye.
For the first time he put out his hand to shake
farewell, then slyly asked, "Shake him goodbye as well,"
referring to his rigid lizlion. Hesitating made him add,
"He won't bite, I promise." Thinking that nothing would be
lost I took his dick in my hand and gave it a squeeze. To
my surprise he groaned and came as soon as I had gripped
him. I wiped my hand on the sheet, and he just smiled. My
puzzlement continuing I rode to weapons training and Yue-Sin
"Lord Srotyr has gone away," was how he greeted me.
"Yes, for two weeks."
"Your face is very long, don't you like being with Yue-
Sin any more?"
"Yes I do, Yue-Sin, but."
"But you miss your Father. He is good in bed, is he
not?"
This jolted me to alertness, fright replacing my long
features.
"Its OK. Your Father and I were lovers for many years.
I know that you have replaced me but I don't resent it."
"No, Yue-Sin, I have not replaced you."
"Now, don't fib to me Lord Cavon. I can see by your
sad face that you are missing his massive dick."
"No. That's not it. Yes, Father and I are lovers, but
that has only been for the last week and its not why he
stopped seeing you."
"Do you know why?" he asked, his eyes open in
expectation.
I didn't know what to say. There was genuine curiosity
in Yue-Sin's face, but mixed with something darker. Could
he have thought of some kind of vengeance at being, as he
saw it, dropped? But I didn't like to tell of Father's
weakness if he hadn't wanted to tell of it himself.
After a prolonged silence Yue-Sin, the dark look now
stronger, said, "Well?"
I felt trapped, so took the safer option. The truth is
always better. "He has been afraid to tell you why, Yue-
Sin. He knows you think he was seeing someone else, but
that is not true. The truth is that his dick does not get
hard anymore, and knowing how much you enjoy taking his dick
he felt ashamed to be with you but be unable to perform."
It was Yue-Sin's time for silence. The dark expression
was replaced by one of dawning understanding. "I did notice
that over the last few seventydays that he had not been so
hard, but I had thought that he was just losing interest.
And then the last time he was so bendy he could not get in."
A smile appeared. "So he still loves my arse!"
"He does Yue-Sin."
"So what do you do with him then?"
"Now, that is prying."
"Sorry, it is. Don't blush. But I have a surprise for
you!"
He paused and waited till I asked what it was.
"I will replace Lord Srotyr in your bed while he is
away, so as you won't be lonely. Would you like that?"
Looking at his eager face, recognising his honesty and
love, I could only say one thing. "I would love that. But
how can you get in without anyone knowing."
"The same way I did for years visiting Lord Srotyr.
Come with me this evening on my round and I will show you.
It is something you should know anyway. I'll come and get
you before I start, usually when the light is a hand from
setting. Now, let's start with some stretching."
The rain was still cold and sharp while I accompanied
Yue-Sin on his round. It felt quite strange seeing the
professional Yue-Sin after knowing the loving version,
seeing how the sentries feared him, his voice, his strength.
Side by side through the darkening, narrow road that ran
beside the cliffs that backed the town he checked that each
sentry was at his post and awake. He would come up on them
as quietly as he could, trying to catch them unawares. He
rarely did as the men who had guarded these posts had done
so for years and knew the result of being caught. They also
knew that Yue-Sin often made rounds at random times.
Anytime he couldn't sleep he would make a circuit, any time
during the night, so they could never relax. Sentries were
located at a number of points along the cliff wall that were
thought to possibly give access to invaders from above, at
the water tank, several at the waste outlet and regularly
spaced along the walkway that clung high up the wooden wall
that faced out into the valley.
It had been a good round, with only a couple being
caught unawares, but not because they were asleep but rather
because we were too quiet. Yue-Sin had let them of with
just a tongue lashing, for as he pointed out, they should be
constantly looking around them. Otherwise they would be
dead before they knew that someone had penetrated the
defences. We had started on one side of our house that
backed onto the cliff, and consequently finished at the
other, where our stables were situated. They were joined to
the house, but had a gap between them and the cliff to try
to avoid dampness. It was dark when we entered this gap,
and I could see nothing when Yue-Sin asked me to look up.
"This is not meant to be used from this side, so it is
out of reach and difficult to see. Now, jump up onto my
shoulders and explore the wall." With his massive strength
he had no problems lifting me, and soon my exploring hand
found a metal spike. "Now pull yourself up, and reach up
higher." With a hand and a foot on the first spike I
reached up to find another within easy reach. "Now, come
back down." I hung from the second spike and Yue-Sin
lowered me to the ground. "Those spikes go up, then across,
then down again within the courtyard outside Lord Srotyr's
bedroom. They are low there, hidden behind the large
redpalm in the pot against the wall. They form an escape
route to the stables in case of being under siege, or there
are spikes that go up to the cliff top as well. I will
climb up here to visit you tonight so make sure you pull the
redpalm away from the cliff face for me!"
It was now quite dark. I was aware of his presence as
a deeper darkness in the dark, then as arms enveloping me.
He found the back of my head then guided my lips to his for
a long, tender kiss, counterpointed by his hard dick pushing
into me. Breaking the kiss he said, indicating his middle
regions with a downward rub by his nose on mine, "He is
eager to see you."
"Likewise," I said, aware of my own arousal.
He kissed me again, then reluctantly pulled away,
whispering, "Till later" before disappearing into the dark.
I waited a while, unsuccessfully tried jumping to catch the
lowest spike, wondered how Yue-Sin was going to reach it,
realising he must have a way as it was something he had done
repeatedly. But the time all this had passed my hardness
had settled sufficiently to enter the house.
On coming into a lighted area I noticed a heavy rust
staining of my hands so I went to my room to wash up,
remembered to pull back the redpalm (and taking note of the
rising line of spikes up into the night) before joining
mother for dinner. It was lonely dining without Father. I
had never thought this before, had usually been pleased to
have Mother to myself. But in those days Father had been a
more distant figure with whom I only had a few close moments
a week and my life had centred around Mother, school and my
friends. After dinner Mother and I talked, she played and
sang for me, including a new song she had composed during
the last week. The song was about a boy entering manhood.
It was obviously about me, though my name was not mentioned,
and it made me feel proud but embarrassed. It was a good
song. Mother was an accomplished song writer.
Kissing Mother good night I used the moment of
closeness to thank her for my song, humming a little of its
melody to let her know I had already committed it to heart.
She kissed me, thanking me for my thanks. I faked a yawn so
as to get away, not because I was bored but because I was
worried Yue-Sin would arrive before me.
Which he had. He was lying prone, sleeping, when I
entered the chambers. I crept carefully into the wash room
so as not to wake him, undressed and cleaned my teeth,
before entering the bedroom. Despite all my stealth he
turned to his head to me, smiling.
"Welcome, my Lord. I'm all greased up so why don't you
jump on? Sorry I fell asleep waiting."
"You are very welcome, Yue-Sin. I'll take up your
offer." I mounted him and tried to slide a hand underneath
him to hold his dick.
"No don't touch him. I'll cum if you do and I'll dirty
the clean sheets. That will be hard to explain, no? You
just go for it."
Which I did. When I had finished for the second time I
rolled off. He turned to face me, kissing, then, "Could you
just suck me a little?"
"With pleasure." Ducking down I took his dick into my
mouth, but he did not take long. He then pulled me back up
to kiss.
"Only once, Yue-Sin?"
"Once is enough to take away the urge. Any more are
roused by the wonderful feeling of having you inside me. As
you are no longer inside me, once is enough. Now, let's
clean up and sleep."
I washed quickly, but Yue-Sin took a quick bath to get
the oil off. I waited expectantly, thinking that after this
much time his dick would have gone down. But no, when he
exited it was still pointing heavenward.
"Don't you ever go down?"
"Not that you will ever see, my love, unless maybe when
I'm sleeping. If I am naked and near you or thinking of you
there is nothing that will make it go down. I've tried. It
was hard all the time I was waiting for you, and it is now
starting to become uncomfortable. Sleep should fix it,"
with which, after kissing good night, he cuddled in behind
me in the same form as Father, with his rigid lizlion
questioning the opening of my damaged arse. I fidget
slightly to move it to a less tender area, and fell asleep
without further thought.
FIFDAY
I awoke alone. I had not heard Yue-Sin leave. It felt
strange to wake alone, without the fur of Father's chest
warming me. Then I thought that this should not feel
strange, as it had been the usual for me for the first 6
years of my life. But still it felt strange. Like I wanted
to shiver, even though I wasn't cold. I hoped that Yue-Sin
had slept well , as I understood that he was accustomed to
sleep alone. Looking out the window I decided that it must
be quite late as everything seemed bright. The cold sharp
rain had given way to soft muggy rain. At least I would be
able to ride today, though I doubted it was going to be a
comfortable experience. Going to the toilet raised a groan
of discomfort as the torn tissue was stretched, but it
settled rapidly.
Hu-Wi wanted to take advantage of the good weather to
take me out so as to ride over a longer distance, to learn
to canter, possibly to gallop. This excited me, but I
wondered what my rear was going to think of it. Saying that
I had been constipated, as Hi-Tui had said he had been, and
had injured myself, I asked Hu-Wi if he could help. In
response he set up a couple of saddle blankets on top of the
saddle, fixing them securely but leaving a hole in the
middle. Testing this out I found it was a lot better. We
walked the horses through the close houses in single file
till we came to the main road, where we rode side by side.
We saluted Hi-Tui (who managed to give me a wink after he
had distracted Hu-Wi) and left the town. On the open road
Hu-Wi demonstrated the correct method of cantering, riding
around me. I watched and tried to copy. Hu-Wi made some
corrections and I tried again. And again. Eventually I
apparently had it all under control, and we cantered
together towards the river, not stopping till we had reached
the permanent road on the opposite side. The horses were
breathing heavily by this stage, especially Lika who had
successfully kept up with the bigger horse Hu-Wi was riding,
so we slowed to a walk, heading left.
"We will stop and let the horses take water when we
reach the stream that cuts through the road," said Hu-Wi.
This break in the road was an unusual feature. It was the
only place I knew where the ancient road had been damaged.
There was evidence of the debris of a bridge below in the
stream. The strange thing was that the edges of the broken
stone were fairly sharp, as if the bridge had collapsed only
a few years ago. What could have caused such powerful
materials to have collapsed? In its place now was a wooden
bridge that spanned the short gap, and to its left a narrow
track that led down to the stream.
We walked the horses down, leading them by their reins.
The stream flowed rapidly down the mountain, but was halted
into a dam by the debris from the ancient bridge. We
tethered in a small flat area with access to still water and
grass, and ourselves, after drinking, sat on rocks under the
shelter of the bridge. My coat dripped moisture lightly, my
legs damp where they had been exposed.
"You canter fairly well, m'Lord. At times you lose
rhythm, but only for short periods." My face must have
expressed my sentiment, for Hu-Wi continued, "Yes, that
could have been due to your, ah, `problem'. I don't think
we should gallop today. Let's canter a bit more,
concentrating on manoeuvring accurately while moving
quickly, then we shall return at a walk to rest the horses."
Back on the road Hu-Wi uncovered a collection of posts
mounted on flat boards. He placed these strategically, then
demonstrated how he wanted me to weave between them, turn
sharply at the end and repeat the process on return. I
think Lika had performed this exercise many times before as
she did not even need to be guided. She took each post with
a grace and agility that if anything was better than Hu-Wi,
and I only had to let her have her head to appear like a
master horseman.
Hu-Wi applauded when I arrived back at the start. I
took a bow, then indicated for Lika to do the same. With
this Hu-Wi laughed loud, head up, grey hair shining with
moisture like a fountain down his back, throat exposed.
"I'm sorry Hu-Wi. The only way I could have done that
badly would have been if I had forced Lika to go in the
opposite direction that she should have. I think she could
do that by herself."
In between his laughs Hu-Wi managed to say, "I'm
laughing at your modesty, my Lord. I know Lika knows this
drill with her eyes closed, but I have never seen any other
student allow her to do it to such perfection. Every other
student has tried to push her to take the line they believe
is correct, and obedient as she is she tries to follow. The
result is usually quite ugly. You are the first who has
recognised her ability and let her follow her own line
through the turns. But, my Lord, I'm afraid to say that she
wouldn't do this drill by herself. Left on her own she
would do the natural thing and take a straight line. Why
make all these difficult turns? Without noticing you were
giving the gentle directions of a master horseman that
allows the natural ability of a horse to show itself. A
horse, given a direction, easily picks the best line. He
only needs a hint."
"Are you sure, Hu-Wi? I really felt like I was doing
nothing."
"I'm sure my Lord."
I still felt doubt, and gave Lika a hug of gratitude
before attempting the course once again, this time with the
posts distributed differently. Lika perfomed magically
again, and again for each new course until I showed signs of
fatigue. The posts returned to their storage, we watered
the horses and let the horses follow their noses home as we
talked.
Hu-Wi did something that I had not heard him do before.
He spoke of himself, his past. How he had had the good
fortune of catching the eye of the young Lord Srotyr, at
that time known only as Srotyr. At the age of 7, in
response to a dare by a friend he rode, or rather stood, on
the back of an unsaddled horse while the horse trotted.
Unbeknownst to himself the horse that he had "borrowed" for
this feat was owned by Srotyr and by chance witnessed by
him. What he had gained from this dare, rather than heavy
punishment, was a recognition of his abilities that
catapulted him out of the life of a field worker eventually,
once the debt incurred during his year of training was
repaid, into the world of freemen. He received formal
training in horse lore before taking up the post of looking
after the horses of Srotyr. It was on attempting to repeat
the stunt of standing bareback years later that he had
fallen, not having the balance he had as a young man, and
injured himself badly. Lord Srotyr's knowledge of medicine
had saved him, but could not return his hair to its youthful
colour. He now received a salary in gold, and generated
extra income by giving lessons in his own time. He lived
well, and could leave and set up on his own at any time as
his reputation was kingdom wide, but he would never leave
Lord Srotyr voluntarily, and in turn would never leave me.
I had not considered it before, but now wondered if Hu-
Wi had been one of Father's early bed mates, but something
about Hu-Wi made me think this was unlikely. I knew from Hi-
Tui that the presence of wife and children had no relevance
in deciding whether or not a man would have sex with another
man, but there was something in the upright essence of Hu-Wi
that said that this was something he would not do just for
advantage. And I suspected that it was something from which
he would not gain pleasure, like most men. Thinking on it I
could see one of the abilities that made Father such a
successful ruler. He was able to read the inner person, and
put in positions of power people who were naturally good.
Even in men who he had taken as lovers he was able to choose
on intrinsic qualities unbiased by lust. Yue-Sin for
example, though there had been a motive of physical pleasure
that must have entered into the equation, was as honest and
upright as the day was long. His loyalty, once given, was
permanent.
"Thankyou, Hu-Wi."
"No my Lord. It is not your role to thank. It is my
role to give thanks for the pleasure of knowing and working
for one so noble."
Recounting my morning to Mother after lunch she
confirmed the truth of what Hu-Wi had said. And it was to
be a day of revelations as Mother spoke about her early
experiences with Father, from words spoken by her brother to
the offer to save her from death and disgrace to her coming
to know his goodness as a person. She expressed no
resentment, though also did not touch on the topic, of
Father not taking fully his role as husband, only spoke of
his nobility, his wisdom, his goodness of heart. He was
proud, which was not the way of The One, yet one born son of
a King would have difficulty to not suffer from this sin.
But it was a pride tempered by reason, tempered by
intelligence, by tolerance.
Physically exhausted by the morning's riding,
aggravated further by the need to keep myself a fraction off
the saddle for much of the time, I embarrassingly repeated
my feat of the previous week and fell asleep while sitting
at table. Mother kissed me awake and my shame burned so red
on realising what I had done that I wanted to disappear into
the floor. In truth I had been fascinated to hear her
talking about Father, but sleep had just swept me away. I
begged her forgiveness repeatedly but she just laughed in
her musical way and said that she was at fault for the
fatigue had been engraved on my face and she should have
chosen another time to talk. But she had been triggered
into her own reminiscences on hearing of those of Hu-Wi, and
had wanted to share them with me. I fell asleep in my
solitary bed without a thought passing through my mind.
I awoke feeling well refreshed, not too sore of leg and
improved from my injury. It looked as if Hi-Tui's prognosis
of 3 days to cure would be correct. I had spent a very
physical week, and felt a craving for knowledge. I pondered
my collection of numbers devisable only by themselves but,
other than adding a few new numbers to the set, I found
myself no closer to seeing a pattern. So I decided to go in
search of Lo-Si. When found Lo-Si was more interested in
his newly found discovery of my literary talent and I
promptly found myself back home going over the speech that
he insisted that I give on Godday in Father's absence.