Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:38:58 +0000
From: Jack Smith <js_mas@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Beginnings 3
WEEK THREE
THIRDAY
Though I missed Father, thinking of him at every idle
moment, I was so busy that the time of his absence passed
rapidly. It was on the Thirday of the second week, my free
day of the week, that I unexpectedly found myself at a loose
end. Due to heavy rain morning archery with Hi-Tui was
postponed. Xi-To's wound was healed, but I had looked in on
him as I did every day. He took his usual glee in exposing
himself to me. Yue-Sin had been living up to his promise of
spending every night with me, but he was always gone by
morning. I sat on the bed staring out the window at the
steady rain. I felt no inclination to be with Mother, or to
attack any of my usual solitary activities. Yue-Lin would
be in school. Then I thought of my old friend and fellow
deviser of the metal covered wheel, Ba-Nol. I had neglected
him for many weeks, and I knew that his wife had been one of
the freepersons who had travelled with Father on his trip.
With a new sense of purpose I trotted through the heavy rain
to his workshop.
The workshop was its usual hot, loud, busy self.
Though many smiths were now making iron clad wheels, as Ba-
Nol's had been the first workshop to produce them he was
still the busiest. He had taken on extra staff and the
small space was quite crowded. One of his fire stoker's
drew his attention to my presence, and a smile lit up his
face. He put down what he was doing and joined me in the
shelter of the over hang outside the door, getting away from
the noise so we could talk. At closer quarters what I had
noticed when I first saw him was more obvious. He looked as
though he had put on weight. He always wore clothing cut
loose at the shoulders so as to allow him freedom to swing
his hammer, but what he was wearing at the moment was
stretched tight, and was short also.
From his work Ba-Nol was very strong, but he was always
quite fat. His trousers, the pouch of which was usually not
visible as his shirt, which he wore belted, covered it in
normal circumstances, was stretched tight, with material so
thin that his dick and balls were all but visible. They
appeared massive, straining against the close contour of the
material. Realising where my eyes were focussed I quickly
looked up to Ba-Nol's face. He had not noticed the site of
my close scrutiny, but was just smiling down on me in warm
greeting. He was a man of few ideas and not great
intelligence, but he was able to build from my verbal plans
with no difficulty at all. The metal rim had been
successful first go, largely due to the accuracy of his
interpretation of my concept. He was also one of the best,
most generous men that I knew.
"Good morning, Ba-Nol."
"Good morning, my Lord," bowing a little.
"There is no need for such formality, Ba-Nol. Call me
Cavon as you always have."
He nodded mutely.
"Ba-Nol, are you looking after yourself. What has
happened? Your clothes are so tight and thin."
"Ah, Cavon. You know that the servant is attending my
wife on her trip. I have no one to wash clothes, and I use
many clothes. These are very old, and seemingly have
shrunk," this latter said with a smile. But they are my
last clean clothes."
"Well, we'll fix that. At lunch time you can come up
to my house with all your dirty clothes, and they will be
washed for you. You can stay in my chamber while you wait
for a set to dry in front of the kitchen fire if there is
nothing else for you to wear."
"I couldn't ask that ."
"No, Ba-Nol, that is decided. But let me tell you of
my new idea."
When he heard this Ba-Nol's eyes lit up. The previous
conversation was forgotten, I'm sure to be replaced by a
growing pile of gold coins. Ba-Nol was quite wealthy, and
this is why he was able to send his wife to the central
temple in search of a cure for her barrenness. "What is
your idea."
"Let's go somewhere a bit quieter so I don't have to
shout."
We hurried through the rain to the inn, where in a
quiet corner, with the aid of a stick to draw in the wet
earth, I explained my new thought.
"Our current wheel has taken off very well. Its
longevity makes up for its higher cost. It has two weak
points. The central hole on which it rotates on the axle
wears quickly, and soon becomes quite loose and now is the
part of the wheel that causes the necessity to change the
whole lot. The second is that, just like before, a nice
circular tree must be found capable of producing four well
cut sections of the same size. Also, the central hole is
not an easy thing to cut.
"So, how to fix this. Step one. Line the inner hole
of the wheel with iron just like the outer rim is capped.
But what will make it stay there? If you heat iron like you
do for the rim it will not help. So the answer is to build
the wheel around the central hole. Instead of a single
round section a number of wedges could be used, cut so that
they fit together to form a circle, with the point of the
wedges cut to form the hole for the axle. Then the same
metal rim, but much tighter (it will need to heated to a
higher temperature) is applied to hold the whole thing
together."
He looked at me for a while, then it all came together
in his head and his face lit up. "That will work, and I
should be able to keep the secret on the higher temperature
for a long time. The selling point will be the metal of the
axle hole, which could be matched to a metal coated axle,
and no one will think that it is in fact much cheaper to
produce. I'll should be able to sell it for more though it
will cost less!'
Enthused, he rushed back to his workshop, rustled up
his carpenter and described what he wanted from him, then
started furiously banging at iron for the inner collar. In
fact it didn't take very long to put the whole concept
together as the outer rims were already prepared. In the
use of these something else became evident. With the form
of construction of the wooden part of the wheel all wheels
could potentially be made to a standard size. This would in
turn make the preparation of the rims much easier, as there
would be less need for individualisation of each rim to fit
its appointed wheel. By lunch a pair of prototype wheels
had been attached to Ba-Nol's cart and despite the
continuing rain it was driven out of town for a road test.
It survived this admirably, and we returned to the workshop
very content.
Ba-Nol kept talking in subdued tones about it all the
way back to his house where we were to stop to pick up his
clothes. We walked with care as the quantity of water
covering the cobblestones made them quite slippery. Wet
buildings lurked around us, shedding water in a staccato but
musical dripping separate to the continuous hiss of landing
rain droplets. I found myself increasingly unable to pay
attention to maintaining my footing and to what Ba-Nol was
saying due to the discomfort of an overly full bladder.
After we had taken off our coats and hung them on the knobs
on either side of the door of his house I realised that I
was going to be unable to wait till I got home to pass
water, and begged leave to use his toilet chamber. His face
turned bright red and he hurried away without saying a word,
to return carrying a rather large, heavy looking chamber pot
covered with its brightly patterned cloth. Without pausing
to put on his coat he continued outside, to return soon wet
but more relaxed.
"I have been lazy. I had not taken it to the sewer
collection for emptying for some days."
By this time I was bursting, feeling so full of water
that my dick was hard. I felt that I was going to wet
myself. "I can't wait," I cried. "Just hold it for me!"
Which he did, without question despite the unusual
nature of the request, while I let my trousers drop and
pushing my hard dick downwards let go a bright stream of
water, glinting in the little light that found its way into
the centre of the house through the skylight on this dull
day.
Watching me Ba-Nol also cried out, "I must go as well!"
The sound of tinkling water had set his bladder off.
"Hold tight," I said, cutting off my stream with some
difficulty. "That pot is too heavy for me to hold so you
keep your hands on it and I'll point you in the right
direction." Now this was unheard of, but it is a reflection
of Ba-Nol's simplicity and trust in me that he didn't think
to question it. I struggled to undo the straining knot of
his trousers while he groaned, "Hurry!" Eventually it came
free and I pulled the trousers down, grabbing his hosepipe
of a dick and directing it at the pot. He let go a moment
before I had him correctly positioned and the first bit hit
the side of the pot and splashed to the floor, but I soon
had him firmly gripped in my left hand so I could use my
right to point my dick, now hard more for the presence of Ba-
Nol's dick in my hand than the full bladder, down into the
chamber pot and let our two streams mingle. Probably
because of almost two weeks without activity his dick began
to swell in my subtly stimulating hand, and soon I had him
quite hard. He was quite a handful, without the thickness
of Hi-Tui but longer. Without offering explanation I now
continued my rubbing of it till it erupted.
He simply said, "Thankyou," as if what I had performed
for him was the most natural thing in the world. I wondered
if prior to marriage young men did get together for this
kind of thing, for release rather than desire.
Later, maybe because of this shared intimacy, maybe
because of his enthusiasm for the new wheel, maybe just
because he trusted me implicitly, I walked into my wash room
where Ba-Nol was reclining naked in a hot bath without him
showing any signs of embarrassment, either at his or my
nudity. His fat filled the bath, and was not an attractive
site, but his dick, now I could examine it in better light,
was a handsome beast. The whole thing was of the same
diameter, head included unlike Hi-Tui whose head was like a
mushroom even when his dick was soft, and he had no skin
covering it. Asking him about this he said that it had had
to be cut off because it was too tight. It would not pull
back, and whenever he had become hard it stopped it from
stretching fully and was quite painful. Lord Srotyr had
performed the procedure soon after he attained manhood, and
though he thanked him for it later, at the time he had
screamed with the pain of cutting.
He pointed out the scar that encircled his dick near
its head, letting me touch him once again. This touch,
which I'll admit was not totally for examination purposes
only, caused his dick to swell again. He calmly observed
this and said, "I'm sensitive at the moment. My wife has
been away a time."
"Don't you do this to yourself?" I asked as I
stimulated his dick once again.
"No. The One says you shouldn't, no?"
"Not directly. I think the Book says something like
don't waste your seed, but if there is no woman available to
take the seed then it is not wasted. Is it?"
"I guess not. I always seem to have plenty, even
though we don't have a child."
"Do you mind me doing this?" I asked, indicating my
busy hand.
"No. It feels good."
"Would you do it for me?" I had become very hard.
"Sure. Just move up a bit. I've never done this
before, so I might not do it well." And tentatively started
to pull my skin up and down my stiff dick with a hand that
completely enveloped it. "It's different with the skin,
isn't it."
"Yes. Has anyone done this for you before?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Ah, because you seem like it is not unusual for you,"
I replied, flustered.
"Yes. My wife does it when she is bleeding, and before
I married a man liked to do it to me. He said I was very
big and that it was best that I had some help."
"Who was that?"
Ba-Nol hesitated. "Well, you see, he asked me never to
say."
I thought for a bit. I knew he would tell me if I
asked. I was curious, but didn't really want him to betray
the trust, for if he betrayed that trust he might betray me.
"No, you are right to keep that trust. Never tell anyone.
And don't tell anyone about this either."
"Okay."
"Did you do it to him too?"
"No. He never asked. He was married and probably
didn't need any help."
"You didn't want to touch him?"
"No," he said in a questioning tone. "Was I wrong not
to do it for him?"
"No," I gritted out as I felt the sensation building
up. "Not if you didn't want to." My seed spurted into the
bath, over his fleshy belly, soon to be joined by his own.
Ba-Nol rubbed his belly with the flat of his hand.
"Its slippery," he smiled, relaxed. I continued to massage
his softening dick now slimy with his seed. "That feels
very nice," he said.
"Good." He had let go of my dick as soon as I had cum,
demonstrating that it held no interest for him whatsoever.
He had not paid it much attention even as he had pulled me,
had laid with his head back and eyes closed. This was more
information to add to my understanding men and sex. It
seemed that a man doesn't always need to be sexually
interested to appreciate a "hand". Just the right situation
and trust. I'm sure if I'd asked Ba-Nol to do what we had
done at some other time he would have looked at me with
puzzlement in his face and said, "Why?" But when it just
happened he was happy to let it flow. I wondered how the
other man had approached him. "Tell me, Ba-Nol, I don't
want you to tell me the name of the man, but how did you
know he wanted to help you?"
Ba-Nol blushed a little, a dark tinge colouring his
face and chest. "You won't tell?"
"Of course not."
"I'd gone for a walk. I was alone and no one was
about, in the forest upstream. It was a hot day and I
decided to swim in a pool in a stream, so I undressed.
After swimming I lay on a rock to dry a bit. I had never
done this and I guess being undressed and outside got me a
bit excited. Then suddenly a man walked out of the forest
and said that I should let him help me as I was a bit big to
do it all on my own. So I let him help. He then organised
to meet me to do the same thing. It felt good, and he said
that it was okay. But when I married I didn't feel the need
anymore, as being with my wife was much better, and he said
that that was okay. We would just stay friends."
"And you are still friends?"
"Yeh. We often have a drink together."
"I see." I didn't know enough about the rest of Ba-
Nol's life to be able to guess who it was.
"You don't think I was bad to get undressed outside?"
"No. Not if you were on your own."
"I didn't know he was watching."
"No, you wouldn't," I said reassuringly, wondering why
he had needed to add that. "Now, you'd better get out of
that bath before you dissolve. It's not as big as the
public bath, and not a good fit for you."
"It's a bit small. But it's much cleaner, and there
isn't someone always knocking at the door to ask how long
you are going to be. It's nice."
Ba-Nol was one of the few people who had permission to
use the baths as often as he wanted. He, and other metal
workers, because their job made them so dirty, had a tag
that allowed as many entries as they desired. Other people
who used the public bath had tags marked with a specific
day. It had used to be that everyone bathed on Sixday, but
it had become too congested as the town grew and now people
were spread throughout the week. "If you want, Ba-Nol, you
can come up here each lunch time till Father comes back."
"That would nice. You wouldn't mind? Look how dirty
I've made the bath with the coal dust."
"We have been friends a long time Ba-Nol. You don't
need to ask that. You know that the servants will clean it.
Now, I'll lend you one of Father's robes till your clothes
are ready."
"Thankyou. Lord Srotyr won't be angry."
"No."
"It is very fine. So soft and smooth. What is it made
of?"
"It is silk."
"I've never touched silk. It is beautiful. But it
doesn't reach in the middle."
"No. But we have seen each other so that is okay. I
have to have lunch with Mother, but you can't with that
robe. I'll bring you back some food, and you can sleep here
till your clothes are dry."
"Thank you, Cavon. You are very kind."
"Not at all," I said, thinking that the pleasure of
seeing that massive cock far outweighed any inconvenience.
After Ba-Nol had eaten the rice and vegetables that I
had brought from the kitchen in the small, private breakfast
room that Father and I use, he yawned mightily. I had sat
with him while he ate. He was seated cross-legged on the
floor, distant from the table as his bulk was too great to
fit under. The gown was wide open, revealing his smooth
chest and belly, the head of his dick just peaking out from
under it between his fat thighs.
"You really are very fat, Ba-Nol. Even with your dick
as big as it is it is almost hidden by your belly!"
"I know. I can't see it any more, even when it's hard.
Though I sure can feel it," he grinned, then yawned.
"There is only one bed made up, Ba-Nol. You don't mind
sharing?"
"No. But I hope I don't squash you."
"Do you squash your wife?" She was a small woman.
"No, but I hold her so I know where she is."
"Maybe you should hold me then to be safe."
"Okay."
So I found myself wrapped in his massive arms, my back
against his belly. I had imagined the feel of that long
dick against my arse, but his belly kept me too far away.
He fell asleep quickly, and almost immediately started
snoring loudly. I wondered how his wife managed to sleep
through this, but surprised myself by falling asleep almost
as soon as I thought it. I was first to wake, to find that
Ba-Nol had rolled away from me and was lying flat on his
back. His dick was up and hard, swaying back and forward
with his breathing. Deciding not to resist the temptation I
crawled up between his spread legs and took his dick between
my lips. After a bit the snoring suddenly stopped, and I
looked up, hot in the face with being caught.
Ba-Nol was looking down at me, his usual smile present.
"Don't stop. My friend used to do that, but you do it
better. It feels awful good." With the encouragement I
continued, but he took a while to cum. It guess it was his
third time. I took his seed in my mouth, finally able to
relax my aching jaws. It did not have the flavour of Father
or Yue-Sin, that somewhat unpleasant bitter tang. Maybe
because Ba-Nol was younger? It was almost without taste,
just a slimy sensation as it went down.
By the time he had finished my dick was really crying
out for some release. Without thought I fell on his belly
and started pushing my dick between his thighs. Ba-Nol made
no complaint, just stroked my head gently as I thrust
lustily.
The rain had almost stopped by the time we were back on
the street. I walked with Ba-Nol on slippery stones. We
again spoke about the new wheel. Ba-Nol had already
constructed plans of building them in large numbers, but I
suggested that maybe it would be better to check the
durability by running them for a while on his cart. I was
concerned that the wedges might become loose over time, but
thought that if the wood was very dry at the time of
applying the outer rim, the rim would become even more tight
as the wood swelled in its usual wet state. Ba-Nol
suggested that throwing the whole wheel into water at the
time of positioning the outer rim would prevent the wood
from charring, and make the iron harder as well.
Saying that he would try this he shook hands in
farewell. He asked if I could call for him at lunch
tomorrow, as he would feel very uncomfortable knocking at my
door. This agreed we parted, he for his workshop, me for
the main street and the town gate.
Hi-Tui was in his office. He smiled warmly at seeing
me, but bowed formally as one of his assistants was present.
"I was hoping you would come. We can fire some arrows at
the target range."
The road was crowded with field workers returning to
the fields after siesta, all walking rapidly through the
heavy mud. There was a lot to do as the morning rain had
been too heavy to work, so the supervisors were vocal in
encouraging the workers to hurry. They left a respectful
space around Hi-Tui and I, but not enough to allow us to
talk freely. It was not until we were behind the shelter
that housed the target that Hi-Tui said, "It will not be
safe to do anything today. And I don't know if I could
anyway, as my wife asked for sex when we woke from siesta."
"I thought women weren't supposed to ask for sex. That
women did not enjoy sex. That it was a duty."
"Ah, Cavon, it is clear you do not know women. Women
like sex as much as men, and if you do it well I think they
get more pleasure than we do. Of course they will only let
their partner know this. And when I say `ask', I don't mean
that my wife said to me, `Fuck me, Hi-Tui.' But she cuddled
up to me, kissing me on a part of my neck that she knows
gets me excited, while tickling my nipples."
"I did not know that."
"Just part of your ongoing education. Now give me a
quick kiss, then we can drag the target out into the open."
"Are all women like your wife?"
"That I can't say. I only know my wife. Other than
with men, I have been faithful to her. Did you draw these
circles on the target?" he said, changing the subject.
I thought it was a strange thing to ask, as he knew I
did. I had even described how I had fixed a string in the
centre of the target with a nail, then tied it around a
piece of charcoal at different distances from the centre to
make the concentric circles. I had begun to say, "Yes, Hi-
Tui, but." when I became aware of the reason for his inane
question. I caught sight of Yue-Sin out of the corner of my
eye striding up the corridor between the fields that was the
shooting range. Instead I continued, in voice somewhat
strained and loud with a sense of guilt, "Do you like them?"
"Yes. It allows a more accurate way of scoring." He
then waved to Yue-Sin. "Hello, sir."
Yue-Sin looked quite tense. "Hello Hi-Tui," he said
tersely when he came a bit closer, returning the salute that
Hi-Tui had made. "Good afternoon my Lord," he bowed to me.
"Good afternoon, Yue-Sin. All is well?"
"Yes, my Lord. I just thought I would see how your
archery was progressing under the care of your expert
tutor." His voice was heavily edge with sarcasm. He stood
erect, shoulders back. With my close knowledge of Yue-Sin I
could see jealousy written in his whole being, but I hoped
that it wasn't so evident that Hi-Tui would pick it up.
"He is progressing very well. He lacks somewhat in
power and distance, yet that will come with increasing
strength, but his eye is good."
"I would like to see. Do you mind shooting some arrows
for me, my Lord. From here."
"With pleasure Yue-Sin. But if they miss don't blame
Hi-Tui as I feel as nervous as if I was being examined by
Father."
"There is no reason to be nervous," was his only reply.
And the first few did miss. Hi-Tui came close to me,
repositioning my body, my hands, and saying quietly in my
ear, "He is looking for an excuse to remove me from the
position of teaching you. Calm down or you will achieve
that for him." Unfortunately the close contact with Hi-Tui
caused Yue-Sin's face to darken even more.
I stood still, focusing on my breathing, meditating on
my inner self to the exclusion of the outer world. I then
looked again at the target, allowing it and only it to be
the focus of my thoughts and vision. The next arrow hit
centre, as did its chaser. Of the next 8, all hit the
target, 6 within the inner 3 circles.
"That's the lad," muttered Hi-Tui.
"Good. You learn well. Now, Hi-Tui, I am also short
of practice. Maybe you can loan me your bow so I can fire
some arrows as well."
"Yes sir."
Yue-Sin then took some paces further away from the
target, turned and let fly in fairly quick succession three
red-feathered arrows. All landed in the centre circle.
"See if you can match that," he said, handing the bow back
to Hi-Tui.
I now saw the reason he had wanted to shoot the arrows.
He wanted to show that he was as good as Hi-Tui, to request
that he be allowed to take over my lessons. It was not a
wise move, as I knew how accurate Hi-Tui was.
So after bowing to Yue-Sin in acceptance of his
challenge Hi-Tui let fly three green-feathered arrows with a
speed and fluidity that made it seem like a single movement.
With so many arrows in the target we now had to walk closer
to see who had shot better. I was first there, having run,
to find that two green-feathered arrows had fought over the
centre hole that my nail had left, and the third was a
finger breadth outside the inner circle, while the red-
feathered arrows were scattered randomly within the centre
circle, but none near the centre of it. When Yue-Sin saw
this he turned and stormed away without a word.
I didn't know what to do. He had made a fool of
himself, losing face in front of one of his men. I watched
him opened mouth as he stalked away, then turned to see how
Hi-Tui was reacting. He was standing with a relaxed
posture, but his face was serious.
"I didn't know what to do. No matter what I did would
have angered him. If I had put three right in the centre,
if I had placed them all over the target, it wouldn't have
mattered. I tried to show him that I could shoot better
than him, but that I bowed to his superior position, but I
think he thought I was mocking him. If I had known you and
he were lovers I wouldn't have suggested that I teach you
archery. But I would never mock Yue-Sin. And not just
because Yue-Sin with a sword is like facing certain death,
but because I respect his integrity and loyalty."
"How do you know we are lovers?" It seemed that every
secret I had was always on display.
"I didn't, but there can only be one reason for such a
display of jealousy." In response to my continued puzzled
look he continued. "We live in a big town, but there are
not so many people that us men who like other men don't know
everyone else who shares the same desire. I know about Yue-
Sin, as he knows about me. And he knows I have a penchant
for handsome young men. He assumes, correctly, that my
teaching you archery is a cover for sex. I think he hoped
that I wasn't also teaching you how to use a bow, but
fortunately you shot well, after a poor start. Very well,
as I would consider you were a bit beyond your strength
range. He had put you there I suspect to make it more
difficult for you."
"Its lucky he didn't catch us at it, as we could well
have been if I hadn't been drained by my wife. My lust
would have probably won over my better judgement otherwise,
and we would have been caught with our pants down."
"Now, do you think you can still shoot a few more
arrows?"
I nodded, thinking that it was lucky that I had been
pretty much drained as well as just the quick kiss we had
had would probably have been enough to get me hard,
something Yue-Sin would have been quick to spot.
Hi-Tui was quiet for the rest of the session. He
watched me, correcting errors that became more common as I
fatigued. As we walked back to the gate he said, "I was
going to suggest that next week we go hunting hun-chies to
give you practice with moving targets, but I think it would
be better if I didn't teach you further."
"Let's not decide yet. There is no reason for this
conflict. Let me talk with him first."
"The only other thing would be to invite him as well,
so that he can see nothing is going on between us."
"Yes, that might work."
In bed that night Yue-Sin was distant and rigid. He
had arrived quite early I suspect, but he had not been
asleep when I had taken leave of Mother. Yet, even despite
his bad mood, his dick was still hard!
"He laughed in my face! He condescendingly put an
arrow outside the circle! But close to let me know he was
laughing at me!"
"Yue-Sin," I said pleading, while trying to stroke his
arm. He pushed me away.
"Don't try to placate me. I know you like him and his
big dick better than I. Look how small and shrivelled you
are. You don't want me any more!"
I could see that this was going to get worse. I tried
again. "Yue-Sin, that is not true," I said gently.
"Don't lie to me! I saw how he held you, how you
melted into his arms. Just tell me to leave and I will go
and never come back." He rolled off the bed to sit with his
back to me.
I could see that being soft was not going to get
anywhere. I watched his naked back, his laboured breathing,
wondering what to do. I felt his pain, but decided that the
only way to get through it was to use his reflex of loyalty
as a servant.
"Don't you ever tell me that I lie!" I said forcefully,
standing on the opposite side of the bed.
This made him turn around, and also stand. I could not
believe it that his dick was as rigid as ever, despite the
fear that had now distorted the pain and anger in his face.
"I, I." he stammered.
"Never!" I continued in the same tone. "I have no
obligation to have sex with you. I have no obligation to
let you share my bed. I do so because I love you. So don't
tell me what I feel."
He was now standing with head bent in shame. I let him
suffer for a while before saying, "WELL."
"I'm sorry, my Lord. But I've heard he has such a big
dick, and he is such a handsome man, that I thought that you
couldn't want me."
"Why do you think I have anything to do with Hi-Tui?" I
cut him off.
He lifted his head to look at me. "I know he likes
young men, especially handsome ones like you. How could
nothing happen between you?"
"How can you love a man who is so lacking in
constancy?" I said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you not believe me when I said I loved you?"
"Yes, I believed you."
"And do you think that my emotion is shallow?"
"No, my Lord, nothing about you is shallow."
"But you think my love would have disappeared because a
handsome man showed me his big dick?"
"No, of course not." Then realising how I had caught
him he hung his head again. "I don't know," he muttered.
"Maybe you should think before you accuse me then!"
He stood like a man lost. My love welled up even
higher when he said, "Shall I leave?"
I decided to take him a bit further before letting him
off the hook. I simply said, "Yes."
He looked up, tears streaming down his face, looking
like he would rather die. My heart broke and I could not
keep it up any more. "Yes, you can leave. In the morning,
but I want you to wake me so I can kiss you good morning."
His brain was in such turmoil that he took in nothing
more than the "Yes". He dejectedly reached for his clothes.
"Stop," I commanded. His military training took control.
"Listen! I said, `In the morning, but I want you to wake me
so I can kiss you good morning.'"
This time what I said registered. He was across the
bed in what seemed a single leap and had me in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled, plastering my head and
face with kisses. "I doubt myself so much. I cannot
believe that you can love me."
"Yue-Sin, I love you so much that I want you to be the
first man who takes me. And I want you to do it tonight. I
have been thinking about this all the time Father has been
away. Tonight I want you to take me like a man."
Yue-Sin looked at me in amazement, but only said, "But
you'll fuck me as well, won't you?"
"You bet!" and we were rolling around on the bed.
After, when we were cuddled together, he asked, "How
was it?"
"It was wonderful, Yue-Sin. Father has put his finger
in there before, and it felt interesting. But to be looking
in your eyes, kissing your mouth, while I felt you moving
within me was really wonderful."
"You won't let Hi-Tui do it to you?" he asked, but
gently.
I looked him carefully in the eyes and decided that I
could continue safely without causing him pain. "You
misjudge Hi-Tui, Yue-Sin. He, in spite of his looks, is not
an arrogant man. He said to me after you left today that if
he had known you were my lover he would not have tried
anything with me."
"He knows that."
"I'm afraid you made it a bit obvious today."
"Yes, I guess I did. Sorry for giving you away."
"He was not laughing at you. He didn't know what to
do. He is proud enough that he wanted to show his skill,
but he also wanted to show that he respected you as his
superior. And by the way, his cock is so big that I would
not be game enough to let it inside me. He wants to go
hunting hun-chies next week and asked me to invite you
along."
"You suggested that?" he questioned, but it was almost
a statement.
"No, he did. To show his respect for you."
"I don't think I could go," he said after digesting it
a bit.
"I would like you too."
"Really? But you won't be able to have sex with him if
I'm there."
"I like being with you, Yue-Sin. Please don't question
my love for you again."
"OK. I'll go."
"Good. Now let's get some sleep." I snuggled up
inside his arms. He did remember to wake me to say goodbye,
but I quickly fell asleep again.
FORDAY
To my surprise Yue-Lin greeted me as I entered the
weapons room. He hugged me and said, laughing, "Father
seems to have slept in. But he asked me yesterday to take a
morning off school so as we could spar."
I returned the hug. Yue-Sin must have organised this
as a way to avoid me, but it would have been done before our
discussion last night, so presumably he would come. I broke
the hug. "I don't think your father would appreciate seeing
us hugging like girls. We better start some stretches. I'm
sure he'll arrive soon."
"Yes sir."
My caution proved justified when Yue-Sin arrived after
only the first few stretches. He was looking happy and
relaxed. He fondly held Yue-Lin by the shoulder, and bowed
to me. "I organised a surprise for you, my Lord. You've
had a lot more formal training than my son, but he is bigger
and stronger so he should be a good match for you." He
monitored the rest of our stretches, then presented each of
us with a wooden sword. "Now the aim is not to hurt each
other, though I know you are too close as friends to want to
do so. But make sure you pull any strokes that break
through. The swords may be wood, but they hurt!"
We shaped up, each making some tentative moves to feel
things out. I could see Yue-Lin was quite rough, but the
couple of times we locked swords his greater strength put me
at major risk of getting "killed". I managed a few taps on
his sword arm, but could not get close enough to touch his
body. He did not manage to touch me, but I had to dodge and
weave to achieve this for he certainly came close. We
worked hard and were quite hot and sweaty by the time Yue-
Sin called a halt.
"Congratulations, my Lord, you did better than I
thought. I thought that the greater bulk of my son would be
a match for you. Now I see I will have to match you myself,
you will become too confident!" This was said with a small
smile. "Son, have a bath and go of to school. I told Chi-
Da that I would keep you for as little time as possible."
Yue-Lin bowed to his father, then bowed to me, but the
latter with a laughing smile that he carefully concealed
from Yue-Sin.
"I think you had better stretch a bit or you will
stiffen up, my Lord," said Yue-Sin. He knew that Yue-Lin
would be able to hear all that we said from the hot tub.
"And when you have rested I will take you on personally."
Yue-Sin professionally guided me through a full stretch
routine the called out, "Yue-Lin, move it. Get yourself out
and off to school!"
Yue-Lin appeared after a very short time. I suspect he
had been standing behind the door, probably watching, but
delayed a bit after Yue-Sin's command to make it appear that
he had just been dawdling. He bowed again on when he was at
the door to outside, once to his father, and then to me,
with a muttered "My Lord".
The door closed Yue-Sin wasted no time to give me a
quick hug. He said quietly, "I'm sorry that Yue-Lin was
here. I didn't know if I was going to be able to face you
this morning, so I organised him as my substitute."
"I understand. But remember he is my friend. I
enjoyed sparring with him. It was good to see him."
"You showed him up too. A touch to an arm does not
look much, but in a true fight it usually means your death
as with your sword arm not functioning you cannot defend
yourself. But let's go. We haven't sparred for a bit.
I'll show you!"
With which he came at me. But he was too confident and
the angle of his stroke was such that I was able to deflect
it above me, spin and get a touch to his arm before he could
recover. He halted, a look of stunned amazement on his
face. Then he released the loudest belly laugh I think I
have heard. I must have thought he was going to anger, for
I felt myself relax with the eruption of his laugh.
"My Cavon! You are wonderful! That was the same
move I made on you on the first day of your training. On
that day it was just as sloppy. On that day you were `dead'
in moments, today I have had my arm `severed' without
offering another stroke. Come and hug me again!" Saying
which he took me into his powerful arms and held tight. I
could feel his hard cock pushing at my groin. Just as
suddenly he released me, kissed, and took guard. Needless
to say I did not manage another hit against him. But in my
defence I only `died' some 10-15 times in quite an extended
bout of sparring.
My massage was as usual, with both of us naked. When
he was happy that my muscles would not be too sore he jumped
up to sit on me, riding me slow and sensuously with a look
of ecstasy on his face. I had never seen his love expressed
so openly. He came twice onto my belly and chest before he
allowed me to cum in turn, then he leant forward, not
letting my dick escape, to cover my face with kisses. He
then returned to his seated position and began the process
again. After the second time I came my dick shrunk down and
escaped his arse. He lay on top of me, rotating his smooth
chest and belly on my mine, wet with his cum. He then began
a more up and down movement, culminating in grunts as he
came one more time. "I love you so much Cavon!" he said
adoringly before filling my mouth with his tongue.
In the bath, still wrapped in his arms, he said, "I'll
teach you how to reply to all the moves that caught you. I
don't want you to be at risk of hurt from anyone. You will
be the best!" At the door he was unwilling to release me,
kissing and hugging. His dick prodded me continuously,
maintaining its record of having never been soft for me to
see or touch. Finally I was allowed out, finding myself in
a day of soft, wafting rain. I felt quite light headed, my
thoughts disordered. I was halfway home before I remembered
my promise to meet Ba-Nol. So I wandered through the zig-
zag of streets running parallel to the main road in bright
midday light.
Ba-Nol greeted me with a look of disappointment.
Beside him was one of our prototype wheels. It had returned
to its original components, spread at random over a small
area. I didn't need to ask. I greeted him, shaking hands,
noting how his clothes now covered his large endowment from
view. I then set to study the problem. After a bit an idea
arrived.
"Ba-Nol, are you able to punch holes in iron when it is
hot?"
"Yes."
"What do you use?"
He took me to a shelf that supported a range of tools
and selected something that looked a bit like a hard dick,
with a bulbous end, though somewhat flattened, at the end of
a shaft the length of 1« hands. The variation was that the
end of the shaft was quite pointy.
"Could you make a punch that instead of being like
this, with a smooth line to the point, had a little step
near the point?"
Not understanding I drew a quick diagram on the ground.
To his nod I then expounded an idea of having a series of
holes in both the central circle of metal that contacted the
axle and the outer rim. Nails would be made with a wide,
flat head. These would be hammered into the underlying
timber until their head was hidden away from harm in the
recess formed by the new punch. Ba-Nol pondered for a
while. I think I could see the image of the new wheel, when
he had processed the information I had given, appearing in
his beaming face.
"That will make the new wheel more durable than our
original wheel. It also has a tendency to throw its rim,"
he enthused. Forgetting my new status of Lord he draped his
long arm around my shoulders. "You're getting taller!" he
said, then continued to enthuse about the new wheel, talking
as we walked, his arm draped around my shoulders.
Mother happened to be arriving home at the same time as
us, and her tolerant smile included her greeting and the
comment, "I see, Ba-Nol, that you are as fond of Lord Cavon
as a man as you were of him as a child." There was no sting
in her comment, Mother was never malicious, but Ba-Nol
reacted as if he had been slapped.
"I'm sorry My Lady. I am forgetting myself. I
apologise. It will never happen again!"
Mother just nodded. The topic was dead, her point
made, and forgotten. "You are visiting us, Ba-Nol and your
wife is away. Will you join us for lunch."
"I would be honoured, My Lady. But I'll need to clean
up first," showing his blacked grimed hands.
"I'm sure Lord Cavon will allow you to use his bathing
facilities. Until lunch." She acknowledged Ba-Nol's bow
with a nod, and turned away and entered the house. We
followed, making our way to the depths of the house where
Father's room was located. When the door was shut behind us
Ba-Nol started, "I'm sorry My Lord. I"ll never let that
happen again. Please forgive me."
"In truth Ba-Nol, it does not worry me. With the
closeness of our friendship I like the feel of you close to
me. After what passed between us yesterday it would not be
honest of me to complain anyway. But I guess in public
appearances should be maintained. Now run yourself a bath
and get yourself cleaned up. Your clothes looked like they
are bundled up in the corner over there."
"Thankyou, My Lord."
"Please, Ba-Nol, when we are alone, it is Cavon."
"Yes, Cavon."
I lay down for a little, fatigued and somewhat sore
from my morning's workout. I dosed unexpectedly, coming to
as Ba-Nol calling out. "Cavon, could you wash my back for
me?"
I wearily rolled off the bed. Ba-Nol continued. "My
wife usually washes my back for me. Because we don't have
children we bath together, but with her away I have missed
that."
Entering the bathroom I was greeted by the vision of Ba-
Nol's bulk filling the bath, and his dick standing straight
up, breaking the water like the oversized breathing tube of
an underwater swimmer. "Are you sure it's you back that
needs attention, Ba-Nol?"
"That as well," he said, smiling self-consciously.
Feeling excited despite my fatigue I soaped my hand and
began with the "cleaning" process of his dick. His body
tensed with the pleasure, his head back and eyes shut.
Blindly he reached for my cock, hard but within my trousers.
I let my trousers drop and his hard hand began pulling at me
roughly as I continued to stimulate him. I did not felt
much like doing anything after being with Yue-Sin and I had
spread Ba-Nol's seed over his belly well before I even came
close. So I asked him to stop thinking that I would dress
and forget about it, but then feeling the need I continued,
used his white gel to lubricate myself to orgasm. I stepped
out of my trousers before moving up to wash Ba-Nol's fleshy
back. As he sat Ba-Nol leaned over and gave my softening
dick a quick kiss, whispering "thankyou".
Lunch passed in traditional silence. A guest present
would have normally have meant some conversation after
eating, but I was so tired that I begged forgiveness of my
impoliteness and asked if I could be excused. To which of
course Ba-Nol offered to leave. Mother accepted his offer,
also expressing fatigue, and soon I had seen off Ba-Nol,
arms loaded with clothes, and was lying on my bed. Sleep
came instantly, but seemed to be terminated almost at once
by knocking at the door of my room. Very groggy, I grabbed
my robe and answered. Tri-Ki, my servant was at the door.
"Hi-Tui is at the door, Sire. He says he has a message
for you."
Thinking that this was not wise, inventing excuses to
come to see me, I felt there was no alternative but to
invite him in. Tri-Ki scuttled away, to promptly return
with Hi-Tui in tow. He carefully shut the door after Hi-Tui
had entered, leaving us alone.
Before I had a chance to say a word of criticism Hi-Tui
rose from his bow performed for the benefit of Tri-Ki and
said, "A letter has just been delivered, Cavon. It is from
Lord Srotyr and addressed to you. I thought you would want
to see it immediately."
My open mouth transformed to a smile. "Thankyou Hi-
Tui. I was just about to suggest that this was not a good
way for us to meet. I should never have thought that you
would do something so indiscreet."
"That is not true. I sorely miss your soft lips and
hard little dick, and it is only knowing that meeting here
would generate gossip that stops me. But as I am here, can
I have a quick kiss?" He did not wait for a reply but took
me in his arms, bringing his head down so our lips met
I broke the hold, anxious to see what Father had
written. Hi-Tui handed me the letter.
The envelope was of heavy paper, sealed with Father's
signet. I wrenched it open eagerly.
Cavon,
Due to circumstances beyond my control I will be away a
week longer than planned. Could you please adjudicate the
court on FirstDay as I don't like leaving cases so long, and
interview Wi-Su about his progress on cleaning the Square.
Give my love to your Mother,
Your Father,
Srotyr
The last was Father's flourish. I felt my heart stop.
Father did not want to be with me! He preferred to be with
Ti-Lung! I dismissed Hi-Tui without thinking, not seeing
his concerned look as he backed out of the room. I lay down
and stared at the ceiling. Words could not describe the
mˆl‚e inside my head. Emotions fought amongst themselves.
Rejection, anger, anguish, loneliness. One following
another in no rational order. Somehow in amongst this swirl
I fell asleep. Waking feeling little better, I rose,
dressed and headed direct to the stable.
The emptiness of the streets declared that I had not
slept for very long. Lika's hoofs clattered noisily in the
silence. I left my destination with the siesta guard at the
gate and rode out onto the quieter dirt, away from town,
without seeing. My concentration was directed inwards.
Coming to the cross road I had to decide on a destination.
Remembering the location I had given at random to the siesta
guard I pushed Lika into a trot and turned her head right,
upstream, on the near bank. I had given no thought to the
location, but rules were so strongly ingrained that I did
not contemplate breaking the one stating that anyone heading
out of town must leave a record of their destination.
Lizlions and thieves were not common now, but both still
posed a threat, so the old rules introduced for safety were
still adhered to. The area of lantern trees had been my
stated destination, but on arriving there I still felt to
restless to stop so I encouraged Lika up the old log-fellers
track. When she could no longer penetrate I tied her to a
tree and continued on foot, pushing through clinging, red
foliage of new growth, my mind paying no attention to what
my body was doing. I collapsed with fatigue after
penetrating only a short distance. I fell asleep.
I awoke to a rustling in the dense growth. My hand
fell to the haft of my dagger, but fell away when a familiar
voice called, "Cavon!" Not wanting company, but
understanding the worry of my friend, I tiredly called out,
"Here, Hi-Tui."
Shrubs collapsed in front of me and the huge body of Hi-
Tui appeared. "Ah, here you are. Do you like to make me
worry? My heart began racing from the moment I heard you
had left the town."
"I'm sorry, Hi-Tui. I needed to get away. Looking
around at the enveloping growth I asked, "Where am I?"
"In amongst the new growth of a logged area. If
something had happened to you here you would never have been
found." By this time he had enfolded me in his arms and was
raining kisses on my head. He sat on a pad of the crushed
soft growth, placing me on his lap and wrapping me in the
protection of his body. We sat so for some time. I felt
safe for the first time since reading Father's letter. I
felt wanted, loved, maybe even back in the womb as he rocked
me gently in his powerful arms.
"My love," he whispered, the sound of tears on his
breath. "Cavon, I didn't realise how much I loved you until
I received the handover report from the siesta officer.
When you forced me to say I loved you only a week ago I said
so without any feeling in my heart. It was wrong, but I
thought it was what you wanted to hear and that it could do
no harm. When I started feeling like this I don't know.
You are more important to me than my wife. Maybe because
you are so alone, in spite of your nobility."
I hugged into him, a stray that had found shelter at
last. Tears that had refused to form now poured out of me
onto his chest. Eventually when we had both settled Hi-Tui
started talking again.
"It is not good to have a physical relationship with
one's father."
This brought me back to awareness. "What!" I
exclaimed.
"I think of myself doing something with my daughter who
is not much younger than you and I shiver with the horror.
It is not right."
"Why do you say this?"
"Sorry Cavon, I know it is not my place to interfere in
the ways of my betters."
"But why do you think that I and Father.?"
"Your face said it all on reading the letter."
Nonplussed, I stuttered over a number of thoughts
before getting out, "How can you read me?"
"You are young Cavon. You have not learned the ways of
the world, the lies and deceit. You are intrinsically
honest, and nothing is hidden from view."
I sunk in on myself, huddling within my new cocoon of
safety. I had become a child again. Gone was the knowledge
that beneath my buttocks was the biggest dick I had seen.
Gone was the lust caused by the massive chest in which my
face was buried. I was safe, protected from the world,
without responsibility.
Of course this did not last. I sat up straight after a
while. Hi-Tui seemed to come out of a doze as he lifted his
head from where it had been resting on mine. Without words
we hugged and stood, forcing our way back through the
luxuriant growth to the where the horses waited.
"How did you find me?"
"That wasn't hard. Lika responded to smell of my
stallion, Longbow. I think she must have been worried that
you had been gone for so long. Then your path through the
shrub was fairly clear."
"You are so good Hi-Tui. I love you very much."
"Likewise."
We rode side by side once the road had widened. Hi-Tui
seemed to be doing his best to cheer me, joking and talking
about inconsequential things. And it worked for a while, at
least until I thought that the next step was that he would
be leaving me once we entered the town. He would be
returning to his wife, me to an empty room. From feeling
content and safe I again felt isolated. I said goodbye
coldly, though I hope he would have thought that I was just
being cautious. Lika made her way home without guidance
from me. I stared blankly. Noticing only that she did not
take the shortest route. First she followed the main street
till about half way she turned left. Turning right on
arriving at the town stables she then weaved her way through
the staggered vertical streets until she was in front of our
house. There she made direct for our stable.
In my room I sat at my desk, but only gazed. Somewhere
amongst thousands of circling, interlaced thoughts I decided
that I would ask Mother about my father. After dinner
Mother showed me a page of meticulously arranged dots that
she had spent the afternoon preparing. She wanted to play
squares, a game of cunning that she and I had concocted some
time ago. It had been a while since we had played, and I
surprised myself at lifting from my numbness to feel
pleasure at the idea. But my plan was still there.
Mother was happily putting her "M" in a run of some 20
squares that I had "accidentally" let her have when I said,
"Tell me about my father." My voice, I think, was
emotionless.
She looked at me, startled, pausing in her gleeful run
of line drawing. "What can I tell you about Lord Srotyr
that you don't already know?"
"Not Father. The man who impregnated you," I responded
bluntly.
"I prefer not to think of him," voice flat.
"But I want to know. I have a right to know about my
father."
"It would be better if you never knew."
"Tell me all." I was surprised how forcefully this
came out, upset by the pain that flashed across her face, as
if I had slapped her. But I decided not to withdraw.
"Okay. I'll tell you all. I don't think it will make
you happy."
I nodded.
"I first met Ri-Va in a garden in our house. We lived
in a large house, with grounds maintained by field workers.
This was in KingsTown. There was no danger there, so
large grounds were common. He shouldn't have been in the
garden, and I was only allowed there as the garden was
walled and considered secure. But he was there. I
initially shied away, ready to run, but he reassured me,
saying he was a friend of Ti-Lung, and that he was waiting
so as to meet him. And he began talking. You must remember
that I was young, about your age, just entered womanhood. I
was innocent and naive. He talked. His words were smooth
and honey filled, but at the same time not condescending.
He treated me like an equal, not as a woman. He was
intelligent and witty, and soon had me laughing. He talked
till I noticed that the light had dimmed. I should be
inside by this time. Saying that it seemed that Ti-Lung
must have been detained I bade him goodnight, suggesting
that he leave by the way he came as otherwise I would be
compromised. He agreed to this on one condition. This was
that I meet again on the afternoon of the next day. I knew
I should say no, but I was quite enchanted and instead
agreed, then ran away.
"All evening I couldn't stop thinking about him. His
soft smile, the sparkle in his eyes, his delicate features
and gestures, his well groomed but slightly long hair that
hung free. I could not tell anyone, not even Ti-Lung, for
fear of what would be thought. Next afternoon found me
waiting for him eagerly, and the next, and the next. I was
soon in love with him, and we were talking about marriage.
I was promised in marriage with a date already set. It was
to an older man, a man close to the king, whose wife had
died in childbirth. I did not want to marry this old man.
So together we hatched a plan. We would make love until I
was pregnant, then, when the old man would not want me
anymore, he would offer to marry me.
"Are you sure you want me to continue. To hear of my
shame?"
I again only nodded. I was feeling very bloody minded,
but also curious.
"As you wish. The plan was put into action, and soon I
was pregnant. I told him one afternoon after we had made
love. He smiled an evil smile, and said nothing. Next
afternoon he was not in the garden, nor the one after.
"After some weeks I was desperate. I considered
suicide. `Why had he disappeared?' I asked myself. `What
could have happened?' I finally decided to ask Ti-Lung.
When I spoke of his friend Ri-Va he looked at me blankly,
saying that `Ri-Va had never been a friend of his.' With
this my heart broke and I collapsed to the floor. Face
fixed on the floor I stammered out all that had happened,
then when no word was said in response I looked up to see Ti-
Lung face looking blacker than a winter downfall. I cried,
wailing in fear, thinking he would beat me. I think he
suddenly realised what I had seen and thought, and was quick
to pick me up and reassure me that he was not angry with me.
That he would fix things up.
"I don't think that he expected that Ri-Va would call
him a liar to his face, leaving him with no proof as to
paternity other than my word, which he knew would not be
believed. But he told me not to worry, that he would find
something. Some days later he came back and asked if I
would marry his friend, Srotyr. I had never met Srotyr, but
I knew him to be, though a friend of Ti-Lung, low born. I
instinctively said no. Ti-Lung explained that he had
explored every other option, but all had been fruitless. I
still said no, that I would prefer to die than marry a man
of low birth.
"He eyed me with a look of sorrow. `Ti-Bel, do you
think, even in such desperate circumstances, that I would
match you to someone who was low born? What I am about to
tell you must go with you to your grave, no matter when that
may be. Do you promise that on The One?' I muttered that I
would, still too riled with fury to be curious. So what Ti-
Lung had to say next had to be repeated. `My friend Srotyr
is the son of the King.' I had to be told the whole story
to believe this. I also had to be told what was in it for
Srotyr, to marry a woman he did not know. When I had
tallied it all up and saw that it made sense I agreed. You
might say I am evil for not trusting my brother, but I also
knew that he loved me so much that he would have done
anything to avoid my execution.
"So I married Srotyr. At the start we slept in the
same bed, but even so he never touched me. In truth I
thought I understood this, and really did not expect him to
touch me. When you were born and I was well enough to go
walking, who should I encounter on my first walk but Ri-Va.
He came to me full of apologies. His courage had failed.
He had believed that when it was discovered what we had done
that we would both be executed. In fear he had stayed away,
heartbroken. My love for him welled anew. I found myself
confessing the coldness of my marriage bed. His smile then
lit up. If that was the case we could then renew our love,
that the most beautiful things were secret."
I interrupted loudly. I could not stand to hear
anymore. "You know why Father wouldn't fuck you," I said,
crude and harsh. "It's because he only fucks, or is fucked,
by men!" All the anger and anguish I felt with the
desertion of Father was behind my words.
Mother looked at me with such pain that I immediately
bowed my head.
She continued. "Yes, that is what Ri-Va informed me,
though expressed more delicately but with equal intention to
shock. And it did shock. So much that I declined his
advances at this time and returned home stunned. I had
never heard of such things. I thought that it was so
ridiculous that it must be lies, and I guess this was what
made me stop and think before running blindly back to him.
I thought I would ask Srotyr, but with the words ready to
spill out of my mouth I stopped in fear. I didn't know how
he would react. I did not at this time know him well.
"So I ran again to Ti-Lung. By this time Ti-Lung was
also married. He had married well and was a respected man.
Once again I prostrated myself and told the floor all, the
cold marriage, the accusation of Ri-Va. Once again his face
was dark, and once again I quailed in fear. Such words
spoken against his best friend were provocative.
"And once again he picked me up and vowed me to
secrecy. He asked if he thought he was a good man, in any
way different from other men. I replied that of course he
was different, he was better than anyone I knew. Then with
seeming shame he explained that Srotyr was indeed a lover of
men. And that he, Ti-Lung, was the man he loved, and that
in turn loved Srotyr. And that Ri-Va also loved Srotyr, but
Srotyr remained faithful to his love of Ti-Lung and would
have nothing to do with Ri-Va. Ri-Va in truth was dying to
have Srotyr's large member, of which he had heard rumour, up
his arse. He considered himself beautiful, intelligent, of
high birth, that a low born man like Srotyr could not say no
to him without punishment. Ri-Va knew of our love, and
decided that the best way to punish Srotyr was to punish
him, Ti-Lung.
"So he seduced me. But when this plan did not have the
desired end he decided that he would make a cuckold of
Srotyr, and then declare it to the world. He had heard
rumour of this as Ri-Va was a boastful man. And with his
looks and wealth he had people who would listen, but some
did not like him and what he had been boasting had been
reported in secret to him. He said that he had only heard
the previous day, and had not had time to warn me.
"He then waxed about the wonderful virtues of his
friend, Srotyr, how he may appear cold but it was only be
for fear of being asked to perform an act of which he was
not capable. How he respected me with all his heart, in
fact he feared me. He did not understand women. He thought
that I resented his aloofness, judged him for it. Ti-Lung
said that all it would require was a word of acceptance from
me, acceptance of the correctness of the lack of physical
contact between us, and I would see a different Srotyr.
"It took weeks for me to contemplate all this. I
passed through stages of anger, of abhorrence. But I also
thought of what Srotyr had done. He had not in truth done
it for me. He had done it for Ti-Lung. How much love must
he have to sacrifice himself to a false life. And though he
had been distant, even cold, he had never treated me with
anything but the utmost of courtesy. And he doted on you,
the seed of another man! Eventually I found the courage to
say what I had been advised. He asked if we could sleep
separately. I agreed. He said we could say it was due to
his snoring, which in truth could be loud when he had drunk
too much. Which was every night.
"And the promised change did occur. He stopped
drinking. He treated me with warmth equal to Ti-Lung. It
was the love of a brother, not of a husband, but I knew the
reason and had come to accept it. I did not believe I
deserved any more. And I felt content. I had my son and a
good man beside me. What more could I want? But I did want
more. I wanted revenge. I knew that the keen hatred that
had grown within me was wrong, but I could not quench it. I
worked out a plan.
"I let it be known that I wanted to meet Ri-Va. I had
contact with people who spoke with him. A meeting was
arranged. My heart was in my mouth as I unfolded what I had
thought over many times. I told him that my marital bed was
no longer cold. That Srotyr had only waited an appropriate
length of time to let the stink of the man who was the
father of his son to leave my body and now we made love
every night. That the member of Srotyr was so big and so
hard that it made the memories of love making with him, Ri-
Va, feel like the memories of childhood. And that I could
read his jealousy, his motives. The member of Srotyr was
mine, and Ri-Va would never, ever have it filling his arse.
But maybe the sword of Srotyr would pierce his body if he
did not desist from his stories. I told him that Srotyr was
unaware of the true father of Cavon, unaware of his deceit
and treachery, but that it needn't stay that way. I turned
and left without giving a chance to reply, without looking
back.
"Before we moved here I asked Ti-Lung what Ri-Va was
doing. I had not heard of him for some time. I thought he
might be travelling. Ti-Lung told me that he was dead. He
had suddenly gone silent, then started to look sickly. He
developed a cough, lost weight, and died. I was mortified.
I had wanted to punish, I had not wanted to kill him. Even
though he had plotted to kill me. I explained to Ti-Lung
the vengeance I had had on Ri-Va, telling all that I had
said. He smiled. He said that Ri-Va had deserved that and
more. It was not exactly ladylike, but he saluted me and
wished he could have been there to see his face. But he did
not think that Ri-Va was the type to pine away from love
lost. The silence was possible. He was not a brave man and
would not have liked to face the sword of Srotyr. Not many
men would, as he had quite a reputation. But he was too
supercilious and proud to have suffered.
"I remain with my doubts, but what is done is done. I
have prayed and asked for forgiveness. I hope I am. One
day I will find out. Now, shall we continue our game?"
In silence I played. I felt guilty at having set her
up with an opening for the 20 squares, which in turn gave me
some 50. I pretended it was an accident, then proceeded to
let her win. I kissed her goodnight, holding her tight in
my arms, whispering apologies for my bad behaviour. She
accepted these, but as she said goodnight she quietly said,
"Cavon, you of all people should not be critical of the love
of your Father." She left without further explanation.
I walked slowly to my chamber, wondering if my bad
blood came from my real father. How could I presume to own
Father? How could I think that because I had come of age
and wanted him that he should forget all his past? He did
not tie me down in anyway, this brought home by the sleeping
form of Yue-Sin in my bed. And what Hi-Tui said about it
being wrong between father and child I could not feel. I
really didn't believe that Father could do anything wrong.
I curled in beside Yue-Sin. I had come to bed quite late,
and he did not stir. His dick was visible, and soft. It
really was insignificant, a tiny little nub amongst his
pubic hair, but looking at his peaceful face, the love
expressed even while asleep, I did not feel that this was of
any importance. I kissed him gently on the forehead and
fell into a profound sleep.
FIFDAY
I woke to his gentle kiss in the morning. He had not
got out of bed yet and I threw myself on him, kissing him
his face, his chest, his dick, his legs. I sucked his
balls, then lifted his legs and stuck my tongue in his arse.
As soon as this was wet enough I replaced my tongue with my
straining dick and fucked him quick and hard. I then fell
on his dick and took him in my mouth. Resting for a bit, I
enjoyed the sensation of moving his rigidity around my
mouth, the taste of his cum. I met his eyes, bemused with
love, when I looked up. He lifted me up on top of him and
pulled my head down for a long kiss. After this he held me
a bit away, just looking. His eyes glistened with tears.
He said nothing except, "I must go, it will be light soon,"
and got out of bed. He left the bedroom, I assume to clean
himself up, dressed on returning and kissed me again.
Goodbye. But no words. He moved out into the dark and the
last I saw was his coattail and feet disappearing up into
the wet dark. I fell back into, still full of the taste and
smell of him, and was soon asleep again.
Morning was quite advanced by the time I awoke. "You
slept well," commented Hu-Wi on my late arrival. I was
still mounted on Lika. His next comment was, "We'll have to
lengthen those stirrups. I hadn't noticed how short they
have become." The day was spent in control exercises in
moderate rain. We crossed the river and ran the obstacle
course. Lika performed immaculately. On our way back Hu-Wi
asked if I would like to have a go on Kito next week. I
questioned my capability, but he said that he thought I had
grown enough to try.
I met Ba-Nol in his workshop. He was placing the last
of the nails in a new wheel. Grinning proudly he rolled it
around the workshop, then demonstrated how he had hammered
the nails of the inner metal ring. I praised his ingenuity
and was soon helping him place the new wheels on each end of
the axle of his cart then pushing his stolid horse to pull
it down the main road. It rode well, but so had the others
on their first run, I reminded him.
"This will be different," he said. Lika had been tied
behind and patiently followed, though I think there was
reproach in the way she eyed me from time to time. I waved
to Hi-Tui as we went through the town gate, and finally
encouraged the cart horse into something akin to a trot.
Field workers returning for siesta made a space for us as
the metal wheels whirred through the hard packed mud of the
road. They waved and smiled, I waved in return. The wood
of the bridge set up a hollow vibration but soon we were on
the hard surface of the ancient permanent road. Here the
sound was more of a controlled screech with the occasional
spark when a wheel hit something more prominent.
Ba-Nol examined the wheels at the turning point, swore
they were as good as new, and climbed back up. Gold mounted
high in his thoughts and words as we returned at a more
leisurely pace. I had opted to ride Lika, as much for the
comfort as to salvage her pride, for in truth the solid cart
made for an uncomfortable ride. We talked about ways that
this stiffness could be cushioned, but reached no
conclusions.
By the time we had arrived back at his workshop and the
wheels were still seemingly intact Ba-Nol was already
postulating on ways to increase production. I suggested
greater caution, waiting a week or two to see the end result
before committing resources to the production of the new
wheel, but he talked of nothing else till we were soaking in
the bath. Then his attention turned to his freshly stiff
dick and its satisfaction.
After lunch Mother engaged Ba-Nol in conversation,
asking after his wife, his parents. Letting Ba-Nol enthuse
further about the new wheel. With this topic still fresh,
and Ba-Nol indicating that he wanted to talk over further
details with me, Mother suggested that he sleep here rather
than return to his empty house. Ba-Nol accepted politely,
and soon we were cuddled up in bed.
"I like the feel of you in my arms", said Ba-Nol,
echoed by his dick that had sprung up and was pressing out
past the limits of his belly and against my backside.
"Thankyou, Ba-Nol. But I'm sure I'm no replacement for
your beautiful wife."
"No. I guess not. But it is much more interesting
talking with you, and my dick seems to not know the
difference."
"I noticed that."
After a comfortable silence Ba-Nol suddenly asked, "Can
I fuck you?"
Caught of guard I begged that Ba-Nol give me a moment
to think. His dick is long, I reasoned, but it is not thick
like that of Hi-Tui. It should not hurt when it went in or
cause damage. It was thicker than Yue-Sin's, but not too
much. "Okay, we can try. But you must go slow, and stop if
I say."
"Naturally."
"And if you are going to use my arse I want to cum in
your mouth."
This set him back, and his body moved a little away
from mine, but he must have thought it through and decided
that it was a reasonable exchange, for he pushed against me
again and said, "OK. Maybe next week you can try my arse
too." With that his hand went down and started wiggling his
dick around, I assumed looking for my hole.
"You'll need to wet me up a bit if you want to get in."
With the lubrication of saliva applied to me and his dick he
then proceeded to push once again. He was surprisingly slow
and gentle, in great contrast to Hi-Tui, taking it in such
gradual stages that I hardly picked when had made full
entry. Having experienced it twice before I was probably
more aware of how to relax as well. The initial sensation
was of being exceedingly full, but this soon was replaced by
a deep pleasure as he began to move. Still, by the time he
had finished I had had enough. I didn't experience the
degree of pleasure that Yue-Sin seemed to derive from the
activity, but I was still quite excited and didn't give Ba-
Nol much choice as I pushed my groin towards his face.
I fell asleep feeling myself buried in the soft flesh
of Ba-Nol's chest, contemplating one of my favourite topics,
the strangeness of the human condition, particularly the
sexual aspect. Ba-Nol was different again from all I had
experienced to date, maybe something like how Father
described my uncle. Yue-Sin liked men exclusively, as did
Father. Hi-Tui liked both men and women, but it was the
physical aspects that attracted him to both. I suspect that
Ba-Nol was somewhat insensitive to the nature of the genital
organs the person he was with was equipped, of greater
importance was his feelings for the person. Remembering
back to the warmth I had felt for Win-Som on the night of
the dinner at her house I wondered where I stood. Marriage
would resolve that question, and for the first time I felt
myself not so frightened of the proposition.