Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2011 07:51:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert <robertx5sf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Squires of Telisan Keep - 9

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Squires of Telisan Keep -- 9

Mikel

     Mikel started to reread the same page for the fifth time then decided it
was pointless to try to continue reading, so he set the book down.  It had been
nearly two weeks since he started working with Rynil every fourth morning, and
it had proved to be two weeks of frustration.  Mikel had become obsessed with
Rynil and lived in anticipation of the roughly four hours they spent together.


     When he had returned from the first morning of work with Rynil, Sir Valen
had been waiting for him.  The wizard had seemed to know that there had been an
incident with another Squire and demanded Mikel tell him the details of what had
happened.  Mikel told him how Squire Mekren had crashed into him and slammed him
against the wall.  He tried to downplay it because he was afraid Sir Valen would
bar him from working outside the Tower anymore and he would not get to see Rynil
again.


     "Well if that is the worst that happens then I guess you will live," said
Sir Valen.  "Besides I have a feeling that you are determined to spend more time
with this young Squire, Rynil.  Still, I do not wish my apprentice to get
injured, so I think I must report this to Lord Velarik."


     "Master, please, no.  I don't wish to cause trouble with the Squires.
Reporting Squire Mekrin isn't going to help me make any friends among the rest
of the noble boys.  I have an idea that should keep it from happening again,"
said Mikel.


     "What is your idea?" asked Sir Valen with skepticism.

     "Well Master, I think Mekrin was waiting for us at the top of that stairs.
He knew we had to come up that way with the water from the moat.  If we didn't
have to keep going back to the moat to get water, we could take different routes
through the castle and he wouldn't be able to ambush me like that again.  If I
could borrow the pitcher from my wash room while doing my service, we could
avoid Mekrin," suggested Mikel.


     "I see, and all the time and effort saved hauling the water would just be a
side benefit?" questioned Sir Valen.


     Mikel chuckled, "well that thought had crossed my mind, but it wasn't why I
suggested it Master, honest."

     "Very well Mikel, you have my permission to use the pitcher when you are on
duty.  And I will not report what happened with Squire Mekrin, this time.  Just
be careful how you spend that extra time.  I do not want to hear reports of you
and Squire Rynil getting into any mischief because you finished work early."


     "Thank you Master," said Mikel as he jumped up and hugged Sir Valen.  The
wizard wrapped an arm around the boy and held him close for a second before
pushing him away.


     "You still smell of the latrines," observed Sir Valen.  The wizard waved
his hand and spoke a word in the strange language of magic.  A tingling
sensation washed over Mikel as the dirt and smells that clung to him vanished.


     "Thank you Master," said Mikel.  He then thought for a second, "Master,
will you teach me how to do that?"


     "You should be ready to learn the cleaning cantrip.  It is not much more
difficult then detecting magic, which you have already mastered.  It shall be
your next lesson, as soon as you finish your latest reading assignment," offered
Sir Valen.


     Over the next few days Mikel devoted himself to completing his reading and
trying to master the cleaning cantrip.  By the morning of his next service to
Lord Velarik, he had gotten to the point where he could get the simple spell
right by the second or third try.


     When he met Rynil at the Quartermaster's, the noble boy had been skeptical
at first when Mikel insisted that they did not need to go down to the moat first
to get water but instead could go straight to the first latrine.  Once they got
there, Mikel used the magical pitcher to fill the buckets with water.  Not
having to fetch water from the moat greatly reduced the amount of time it took
to finish their task.  Afterward Mikel tried using the cleaning cantrip and
after a few tries was able to get them both cleaned.  Then they found an old
unused watch post at the top of a turret of the old keep and talked as they sat
looking out over the valley.


     Rynil pointed out various features and sites of the town below, the valley,
and the hills beyond while Mikel kept scooting closer until their legs were
touching.  After a few minutes of this contact, Rynil glanced over at Mikel then
hastily got up and said he needed to go get ready for weapons training.  Mikel
thought Rynil looked afraid as he rushed out of the lookout turret.


     The next time they worked together things had gone similarly, except this
time Mikel had been able to cast the cantrip successfully each time.  Again they
had sat and talked, this time about how the various holidays were celebrated at
the keep, which mainly consisted of tournaments.  The calendar was made up of
twelve thirty day months, and after every third month was a holiday, with King's
Day being after Mid Summer's Day every fourth year.  The next holiday coming up
was High Harvestide.  There would be another tournament for the Knights as well
as the Squires.  This tournament for the Squires would consist of sword fights,
much like the finals of the Squire Games for the peasant boys, except that the
Squires were much more experienced then the peasant boys.  It was likely that
after the upcoming tournament Rynil would be ranked much higher them Mikel and
while Mikel would still be cleaning the latrines afterward, Rynil would be
assigned a different task.  Again as they talked Mikel inched closer, this time
he pressed his arm against Rynil's.  And again after a few moments of close
contact Rynil got up, a fearful look on his face, made an excuse and left.


     This morning the whole thing had repeated itself.  The main difference was
this time in the morning they saw Mekrin stalking about the stairways of the
keep looking for them.  Fortunately, they spotted him first since Mekrin was
focused on watching the path they would have taken if they were coming up from
the moat.  Rynil motioned for Mikel to be silent then gestured that he should
fill up one of the buckets with water from the pitcher.  Mikel quietly filled
one of the buckets.  Rynil then took the bucket of water and snuck up behind
Mekrin.  Right at the last moment Mekrin heard Rynil and started to turn around
just as Rynil threw the water from the bucket at him, drenching him.  Mekrin
slipped and stumbled down a couple steps as he scrambled away from Rynil.  Mikel
and Rynil ran to the next latrine laughing the entire way as Mekrin shouted
curses at them.  Mikel wondered if they would get in trouble for that but
ultimately did not care as he felt it would be worth whatever punishment they
received.


     Afterward as they sat in the watchtower, they recounted the incident with
Mekrin and shared a laugh. As they talked and laughed, Mikel again pressed close
to Rynil.  The laughter gave way to an awkward silence as the two boys sat
close, their arms and legs touching.  Mikel's cock was hard and judging by the
bulge in Rynil's hose, his was too.  Eventually Mikel mustered up his courage,
leaned over and tried to kiss Rynil.  Unfortunately as he leaned in, Rynil
turned towards him slightly and their foreheads banged together.  The moment
broken, Rynil got the fearful look on his face again.  "Sorry," he croaked as he
scrambled up and again fled the room.

   Now Mikel sat at the table trying and failing to read a book on the theory
behind transmutation magic.  Instead he kept replaying the scene from earlier
today in his mind, alternating between mentally kicking himself for flubbing the
kiss and imagining he had been able to kiss Rynil.  That would eventually lead
him into a fantasy of the kiss progressing to them fully embracing and Rynil
lying on top of him, their crotches rubbing against each other.  Finally Mikel
gave up trying to get any more studying done and retreated downstairs to his
room to fully enjoy his fantasies.


     He figured he would try to get some studying done after getting some relief
for his raging erection.  Once in his room he lay on his straw bed, pulled out
his young cock and again fantasized about lying with Rynil.  Imagining his hand
was wrapped around Rynil's hard cock stroking him while Rynil returned the favor
on his.  It was not long before Mikel climaxed and shot his small thin load over
his stomach and crotch.  As he lay there enjoying the after glow, he spoke the
magic word and with a wave of his hand, the evidence of his self-gratification
vanished.  Magic certainly did come in handy at times.