Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 03:21:43 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Wizard of Solton Part 2 of 7

		    The Wizard of Solton - Part 2 of 7

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           The Prologue is in Part 1, it helps if you read it.

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                     Pers' wife gets cured.

Eventually Wix reached the stage where he could chew but no longer
swallow. Arun had watched with some satisfaction as his new
apprentice ate what he suspected was the first decent meal of his
life.

"Do you always eat so well?" Wix asked.

"As I said, Spyk decides the menu and he keeps me healthy. Now, as
you are quite badly undernourished, he will make sure that there is
more than enough food until you reach your normal weight," Arun
replied.

Wix just nodded as he was having difficulty believing his luck.

"However Spyk has not finished fixing you up and there are a couple
of things that I'd like to show you before he puts you back to sleep,"
said Arun, rising and going to the door. Wix, confused, followed.
As they walked down the hall, Wix caught his reflection in a mirror
and gasped.

"Ah, you like your new robes?"

Wix nodded dumbly as he felt the material. It was like silk, but felt
warm to the touch.

"This is one of the other modifications!" said the voice of Arun. But
Wix did not hear the voice; it was in his head.

"We, Spyk, you and I, can communicate directly. It comes in useful if
we are apart and wish to talk," the voice continued.

"It also lets us talk and not be overheard," said another voice in
his head, that of Spyk.

Arun opened the back door of the Manse and stepped outside. Wix and
the dog followed.

"OK Spyk, kill the lights," said Arun.

With that, the lights inside the Manse all went out at once. As the
Manse was well outside the walls of the town, and street lighting was
unheard of, they were plunged into what should have been total
darkness. But, to Wix's surprise, he could still see.

"As you will no doubt have noticed, your vision has been modified to
work in low light levels. You can also see warmth. If you look over
there you may see a rabbit, apparently glowing in the dark," Arun
explained.

About here, Wix looked up to the sky and gasped. For the first time
in his short life he could see the stars! But the sky he looked up to
was not like the one we are used to looking at. Wix's world was much
further down the spiral arm of the galaxy and his sky had ten times
the number of nearby stars. When seen for the first time, the sight
was breathtaking.

"The stars, there are so many of them, I never realised..." Wix
muttered.

"Want me to point out the one that I come from?" Arun asked,
casually.

"You come from a star?"

"No, I come from a world like this, which goes round a star, just
like this world goes round the sun."

Wix was confused. The world went round the sun? The stars were other
suns? They must be, as the Wizard was telling the truth.

"Don't worry Wix, soon you will understand. Tonight Spyk will
complete your education. You will learn to read and write and he'll
throw in a course on astronomy and the History of Mankind. By morning
all your questions will be answered."

That said, Arun led the way back indoors and Spyk turned the lights
on. Arun went directly to the equipment room in the basement. Wix
looked in wonder at the contents of the room.

"Which one is your dog, Master?" the bewildered tween asked.

"Spyk is on board my Mother Ship, which is in orbit far above us.
There is a low-power sub-space radio link connecting him to that
device there," said Arun, pointing to one of the machines.

"I do not understand your words, Master."

"Never mind lad. Strip off, get in here and you'll understand
everything come morning," said Arun, opening the lid of the AutoDoc.

Wix did as he was told, once more taking great care with his clothes.
When he was naked he looked carefully at his body.

"You have put a machine inside me?" he inquired.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In your cavum Retzius, it is an empty part of your body where a
small device will cause no problems. I've had one all my life and it
has never done me any harm," said Arun.

"My what?"

"Your cavum Retzius, it is between the back of your pubic bone and
your bladder," said Arun cheerfully, waiting to see if any "think
with your cock" remarks were forthcoming.

Alas, Wix was too confused for humour and almost without thinking he
followed Arun's instructions and climbed into the AutoDoc.

"See you in the morning," said Arun, waiting until Spyk took the
tween out before closing the lid.

"OK Spyk, no arguing. I want the lad taught the following; The Union
standard language - spoken and written, all planetary languages and
dialogues spoken and where it exists, written, Union standard levels
in all technical subjects, History of Mankind, astronomy, er, I think
that should do it."

"How long have I got?"

"Eight hours be enough?"

"You're a slave driver!"

"Good night," concluded Arun, leaving in the direction of the master
bedroom. There, hopefully for the last time, he got into bed alone.

While Arun had a peaceful night, the same could not be said of his
apprentice. Information came at his mind from every side. He had no
time to digest any; it just poured in and was lodged inside his
brain. After couple of hours or so, the deluge stopped and the
linking up began. This process took twice as long and it was in the
early hours of the morning that true sleep finally came his way.

The next morning Arun went down to the equipment room and opened the
AutoDoc. He was amazed at the changes that Spyk had managed in such a
short time. The gaunt features were already being covered by a more
healthy plumpness. The tween was filling out nicely.

"Wake him," he said to Spyk.

Wix's eyelids fluttered and he began to yawn and stretch. Arun helped
him from his resting place and, when he had dressed, led the way
upstairs. There Wix discovered the true joys of indoor plumbing. No
more sitting straining in a draughty outhouse, and the pleasures of a
warm shower were such that Arun had to call to him to come out before
his skin shrivelled.

Breakfast was served buffet style. On a long table there were various
dishes of food, half of which Wix had never tasted before. Undaunted
he took a little of everything until his plate was heaped. Arun
smiled and bet himself that the lad would never eat it all. Happen as
well that he had not placed his bet with a bookmaker, because he
would have lost.

Arun had made it known that he might be consulted, for a fee, weekday
mornings. This was designed to help him integrate into the community.
So after breakfast they all retired to his consulting room and waited
for the customers.

The room amazed Wix. It was exactly the room he would have imagined a
Wizard would work in. On one wall, groaning shelves held stacks of
thick, leather-bound books. On another, shelves were full of flasks
containing multicoloured liquids, beakers, tripods and strange-shaped
glass vessels.

The third wall of shelves had stuffed animals, very strange ones;
most had a lot more teeth than your average animal needed.

"We have some punters!" said Spyk.

"And who might they be?" asked Arun.

"My Lady Veeska, and her odious nephew, Meric," replied Spyk.

"If you would be so kind as to show them in, Wix," said Arun, sitting
himself behind his desk.

Wix went to the door that led to the foyer and opened it. The
visitors were standing open-mouthed before the tap that appeared to
hang in the air. Their confusion made Wix grin.

The Lady Veeska was an imposing woman of some 30 summers. She had
kept her figure well and could still be considered attractive.
However her demeanour left a lot to be desired as her position in
society had gone to her head. Because she had no children to distract
her, she interfered with the lives of others and was considered by
many to be a right little haemorrhoid.

"My Lady, the Wizard Arun awaits your presence in his study," he
said, warming to his role.

Veeska turned and looked down her nose at the tween. His new robes
might impress him but they cut no ice with her. He was a jumped-up
Orphanage peasant and nothing could change that; was her opinion.

"Come Meric," she said and swept past Wix as if he was a servant.
Meric, still open-mouthed, followed his aunt. As she entered the room
Veeska managed, by a Herculean effort on her part, not to react to
its contents. Meric never did get round to closing his mouth.

"Ah, my Lady Veeska, what an honour," said Arun, lying through his
teeth and bowing at the same time. A smile flitted across Wix's face
at this.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company on such a fine
morning?" continued Arun, seating his visitors before his desk while
motioning to his apprentice to join him, seated on the other side of
it.

"I have a garden party in three days time. I want you to make sure
that I have good weather for it," said Veeska, wasting no time in
getting to the point.

"Ah, my Lady, I fear it is beyond my power to control the weather,"
lied Arun, "however I can tell you what the weather is most likely to
be on that day."

"Why did you lie?" said Wix's voice, inside Arun's head.

"Yes, I can control the weather, but it takes massive amounts of
power and I would only do it if the city was threatened, not for some
stupid woman's garden party," Arun replied, by the same route.

Veeska sniffed, "Your predecessor could do it, why can't you?"

"Unlike him, I never take money under false pretences."

On the surface of the desk the long-term weather forecast appeared.
To Wix's amazement he could understand the writing. It was strange;
it was as if he had always been able to do it.

"The weather will be almost the same as it is today," said Arun.

Veeska harrumphed and it was obvious that she was not about to leave.

"You have other business with me?" Arun inquired, in slightly too
silky a tone.

"Yes! The business of your choice of apprentice. My nephew here
offered his services, in good faith too I might add, and you had the
temerity to reject him. I demand that this decision be reversed!" she
shrilled.

Wix's heart missed a beat. His job was gone, all the food, clothing,
indoor plumbing were all lost. It was back to the Orphanage for him.
He wondered if he would lose all the knowledge as well. But beside
him his Master bristled, and made direct eye contact with Veeska,
knowing well the effect of skewering someone with his piercing blue
gaze. Yet when he spoke his voice was soft, but firm.

"My Lady, the tween Meric is totally unsuitable for the position. He
is unintelligent, indolent to the point of exerting more energy
avoiding work than actually doing it, he never washes, and he is
disgustingly overweight."

At this point Veeska's resolve broke and she caved in. "But surely
the tween must be good for something. He must be placed," she
concluded, rallying a bit towards the end.

Arun sighed, rose and went to the door that gave access to the rest
of the Manse. "Come!" he commanded, and led the way to the basement.

Now Veeska might have covered her feelings as she had entered the
study, but the basement equipment room was something else again.
Meric was still in shock from the tap in the foyer and did not have
the ability to go into overload.

While the pair were not functioning 100% Arun managed to get the
device onto the back of Meric's head, and what little intelligence
normally dwelled in there departed for an early lunch.

Arun moved to the control panels and began to read from them.

"Your nephew is 90% as intelligent as an average person. His urge to
exert himself is 23% of what is considered normal. He compensates for
anything and everything by overeating. The possibility of him taking
his own life is about three times that of a normal tween," said Arun,
unemotionally.

"Can't you do anything? It is all the fault of my sister, she
overindulges the boy," Veeska said, visibly shaken by the Wizard's
last comment.

"I cannot increase his intelligence, but I can fix some of his
problems," said Arun.

Again Veeska gave in and nodded.

"Strip!" Arun ordered the tween.

To Veeska's horror her nephew instantly obeyed. Meric, naked, was not
a pretty sight. His lack of personal hygiene had, amongst other
things, led to several unsightly skin conditions. His excessive
weight did nothing to improve his looks.

Arun walked over to the AutoDoc, lifted the lid and commanded the
naked tween to get in. As usual, compliance was instant. When he was
in, Arun closed the device, and returned to the control panel.

"Well, let me see. I can get his weight back within the normal
limits. His reluctance to wash can be cured. His indolence is also
correctable. His lack of intelligence is not. But I can teach him to
read and to write," intoned Arun.

"Oh heck, he has flatworms, hookworms, fleas, scabies, head lice, and
pubic lice! The lad is a walking Zoo," said Arun, picking up the
clothes from the floor using only the tips of his fingers, and
dropping them in a chute.

"Destruct and replace," he said to the dog.

"There is another problem, boss," said Spyk, "Meric is likely to
succeed Pers as lord of the Manor!"

"What!" said Arun.

"The dog spoke," said Veeska, in a shocked voice.

"Yes," confirmed Wix, "rumour has it that my Lady Veeska is barren!"

"The dog spoke!" Veeska said, the panic beginning to rise in her
voice.

"We can't have this nincompoop in that job, the incumbent is bad
enough," said Arun.

"THE DOG SPOKE!" shrieked Veeska.

"Her Ladyship said that I spoke," commented Spyk, helpfully.

"Look, could you just confine yourself to fixing up Meric as best you
can. I need time to think," Arun said to the dog.

There was a silence for moment, as everyone was lost in thought.

"I'm getting out of this madhouse!" cried Veeska and, before anyone
could stop her, she ran to the AutoDoc and opened the lid.

Now in every society there are some things that are just not done. In
most cases these are based on sound reasoning. For example, on the
worlds that are part of the Union there is a taboo about opening an
AutoDoc while it is in operation.

As the echoes of Veeska's screams died, they were replaced by the
thump of her body hitting the floor.

"Sorry boss, I was replacing his skin, it's faster than trying to do
it piecemeal, no problem with scars, y'see. I don't think he was a
pretty sight when she looked. But it is OK as the sterility shield
held so the lad is in no danger," said the dog, finishing on an
upbeat note.

Arun sighed as he went over and placed a device on her head.

"Keep her under until you have finished with Meric. Then we'll see if
you can do something about her being barren. Can you run an
Assessment on the lad and see if there is anything he could usefully
do?" said Arun slightly wearily.

There was a short pause.

"About the best I could do would be increase his mathematical
abilities, but this would really only move him into the idiot savant
category," said Spyk.

"Well, you might as well do it," said Arun.

Fifteen minutes later Meric, looking healthier, emerged from the
AutoDoc. Arun had Veeska strip and get in the machine. Wix averted
his eyes.

"Report when ready," said Arun, turning to get the replicas of
Meric's clothes from the delivery chute. He handed them to the tween
and ordered him to dress.

"Oo-er, we have a problem, boss! She is perfectly fertile. In fact,
she is just about to ovulate," said Spyk.

"Oh shit. Then Pers must be sterile?" asked Arun.

"From all the evidence to hand, yes. The Lady is no virgin, quite
fertile, but no sign that conception ever took place," said the dog,
scratching behind his ear. Well, being around fleas tended to make
him nervous.

"Hmm, when you tested Wix did you take a sperm sample?" asked Arun.

"Yes, of course, and what you are thinking is extremely unethical!"
said Spyk.

"OK, bugger the ethical points. Meric would be a total disaster if he
got the job. Sort out some healthy Y bearing sperm from Wix's sample,
induce ovulation and inseminate her with them. Continue until you are
sure the egg has been fertilised. While you are at it, raise her
libido to a level that will ensure Pers gets his leg over tonight.
That'll reinforce the idea that the brat is his," ordered Arun.

"One day..." muttered the dog.

"Oh and while you are in there, bring her up to the normal standards
of health. We don't want her to lose the baby. Later I'll sort out
her memories; I wouldn't want her to have nightmares," said Arun.

"She will have my baby?" asked an awed Wix.

"Yup she'll bear you a son, and you don't even have to mate with her.
And if that's not magic, I don't know what is," said Spyk, being a
bit sarky.

"If my Lord Pers ever finds out, I'm dead," said a worried Wix.

"Not really," said Arun. "In the first place he will never find out
as only we three will remember and, in the second place, you cannot
easily be killed."

"What!" exclaimed Wix.

"You are as close to being immortal as it is possible to be. Any
weapon used against you will break, like Willum's fist. Any invading
disease will be killed before it can harm you. Your body will
neutralise any poison that gets into you," said Arun. "Oh in theory
you could suffocate but it would take several days. The device that
is implanted in you is very efficient."

About half an hour later, Arun had both of the visitors dressed and
back in the study.

Before removing the skullcaps, he had Meric forget everything that
had happened after he walked through the door. Veeska was instructed
to forget everything as well and to bed her husband that very night,
then ignore all signs of pregnancy until Arun reminded her of them.

"I'm sorry Wizard, could you repeat that, I seem to have drifted off
for a moment," said Veeska, looking uncharacteristically dazed.

"I said that you could expect weather almost the same as today's for
your party," said Arun, in a cheerful voice.

"Ah yes. Now there was something else that I wanted to see you about,
but it seems to have slipped my mind," she replied, sounding vague.

"I also told you that Meric has an aptitude for figures. He might
come in useful doing the accounts of your estate," added Arun.

"He has?" said Veeska, sounding very surprised.

"Well if there is nothing else, then I'll bid you good day, my Lady,"
said Arun, rising out of his seat.

"Your fee?" she asked.

"For such trifling advice, it would be theft to take your money, my
Lady," replied Arun, as he held the door open and ushered the pair
out.

"How do you make any money if you never charge proper fees?" inquired
Wix, after the visitors were well clear of the Manse.

"Simple. I have Spyk make it for me."

"You forge coin of the realm?" asked Wix, in a shocked voice.

"Yes," said Arun, cheerfully.

"You know that the penalty, if you get caught, is death?"

"Oh, I doubt if anyone who noticed that I was passing forgeries would
complain. You see my coins are pure metal, 100% gold, silver or
copper. Coin of the realm are about 70% for copper, 60% for silver
and the gold ones can get as low as 26%. So if you discovered that
you had a gold coin, that held almost four times as much gold as it
should, would you make a song and dance about it?" said Arun.

"No," said Wix, a bit unsure of the morality of it all.

In the distance the town hall clock struck noon.

"Come Wix, you must be hungry. After lunch we will go into town
shopping. I think that I could benefit from your advice," said the
Wizard, leading the way from the study to the dining room.

The afternoon was devoted to a trip to the market. Market day was a
twice-weekly event. This meant that there was a market every fourth
day. Solton was on a world that completed its circuit of its primary
in a little under 392 days. So it had a 49-week year, and each week
had eight days in it. Every tenth year was a drop year. The first day
of the first month was dropped from the calendar and thus the seasons
were kept in their proper places.

The market was a cheerful bustling place. There were live chickens,
ducks, geese and lambs for sale as well as fresh and preserved food.
These jostled for position with clothing stalls, tinkers repairing
pots, cheese stalls - the smell of which would make all but the
strongest gasp, brewers and vintners who tried to out-shout each
other regarding the quality of their produce, plus the odd pickpocket
and cut-purse who plied their trade.

Arun's problem was that he couldn't haggle. Not that he needed the
goods; buying produce was just part of his cover. Nor did he miss the
money; but he hated to be taken advantage of. So he worked out that
Wix's talent could come in very handy.

Spyk had provided a shopping list, which included five live chickens.
Apparently Spyk was of the opinion that the food replicator couldn't
do eggs perfectly. So after Spyk had a sniff round the available
stock, Wix got instructed as to which chickens were most suitable and
the bargaining began.

Wix made an offer of four coppers a bird. The stallholder did a
passable imitation of apoplexy and claimed his birds to be at least
worth two small silver coins known locally as stivers. After ten
minutes of swapping mutual verbal abuse they settled on a price of
eight coppers a bird.

Arun marvelled at the tween's persistence in pulling the price down.
Even trying his hardest, Arun would never have got the man down to
one stiver.

The remainder of the shopping trip was an education for Arun. The
tween managed to get everything on the list for a tenth of the price
Arun would have paid, and the quality of each item was the best
available.

Then Wix insisted on going to the Orphanage and returning the clothes
he had arrived in. At first Arun had been convinced that the tween
was just wanting to show off his new robes, but the lad had been very
insistent.

The fat Proctor met them. Wix dutifully handed over the pitiful
garments and to Arun's amazement their return was marked up in a
ledger.

Arun managed to get a device on the back of the Proctor's head
without being detected, then made him run through the accounts. As he
suspected, the Proctor and his wife were quietly siphoning off money
that was destined for the orphans - to be used as their pension when
they retired. Arun gave several commands that would still leave the
Proctor with an adequate amount to retire on but at the same time
ensure that the orphans got a lot better treatment. He even made a
substantial donation himself.

They then returned to the Manse and had dinner. It was amazing, the
tween was eating more food than the man was and all of it was being
used to bring his body up to normal.

After the meal Arun led the lad to the master bedroom. Spyk tried to
enter but Arun put his foot down and insisted on them being alone.

"OK I'll just trot off and optimise my idle loop," said the dog,
wandering off down the corridor.

"You don't want him to see what we do?" asked Wix.

Arun just laughed, "He has sensors everywhere, he can see and hear
everything. I just don't want him in here making sarcastic comments.
Now be a good lad and get 'em off."

Arun was actually surprised at the changes in the tween in only 48
hours. His body was no longer as gaunt and angular. This made his
elfin features even more attractive. Arun ran his hands over his
prize and a strange warmth filled his heart. This lad was somehow
different.

Arun stripped slowly as the lad lay on the bed watching him. Wix's
eyes grew wider the more he saw of his Master. The chest was smooth
and totally free of hair, but the muscle definition almost made him
drool. But when Arun stripped completely the tween could only gasp in
horror. Arun, you see, was built to scale and his manhood was in
reasonable proportion to his body.

"By all that is holy, Master, I can never take that!" he said,
pointing at Arun's rising manhood.

"Trust me lad. When Spyk was fixing your eyes and teeth I had him
modify you to allow you to accommodate me, without any discomfort, at
either end. Sex should be fun, not pain," said Arun, in a reassuring
voice.

Wix gulped as the man bore down on him. Like a magnet the now rigid
member attracted his mouth. Gently he kissed it as he slid the thick
foreskin back off the engorged head of the beast.

He began by licking the head and smothering it with kisses, but he
could feel it being pressed into his mouth. Taking all his courage
and trusting in his Master, he let the weapon slide into his mouth
and then down into his throat. By the gods, his Master was right! His
throat just accepted the invader as if it was its natural sheath.
With amazement he saw the white bush of his Master inch its way
toward his nose and it did not stop until his nose was being squashed
into it.

"Now just relax, you don't need to breathe, your implant will keep
you alive," said Arun, in a shaky voice, as it had been a long time
since he had had someone deep-throat him.

Wix did as he was told and slowly the cock was withdrawn. Two hands
held his head steady and the cock began its second penetration. Wix
found a new joy in having a cock run up and down his throat. He felt
no urge to gag and reckoned, correctly, that Spyk had altered that
too. He gulped and made his throat go into a spasm on the invading
cock.

This action made Arun moan with pleasure, so Wix repeated it and
things soon got going. Arun speeded up and soon the cock was sliding
in and out of the tween's mouth at a goodly rate. At random intervals
Wix would gulp and drive Arun mad.

Regrettably such couplings are too intense to last very long and,
with a feral grunt, Arun began to pump his seed right into the
tween's throat. After the first few wads had been shot, he pulled
back and let the tween tease the rest out with his tongue. Wix had
never had a cock in his mouth that could spurt so much and he was
hard put to keep up with the flow.

When Arun's cock was soft again Wix relinquished it, but reluctantly.
Then, to his great surprise his Master went down on him. First his
cock, then his balls got sucked into that cavernous mouth. Wix just
lay back and let it all happen. That large, soft tongue was doing
magic as it made a meal of licking his cock and balls. Two massive
hands held his legs wide apart and gave Arun perfect access to do his
work. Eventually control slid from the tween's grasp and his Master
sucked him dry.

Twenty minutes later Wix found himself face down on the bed, with his
legs, as ever, splayed wide. He felt the slick head of his Master's
tool push gently on his ring and, to his surprise; the gentle pushing
was all that was required to get it in. The rest of the shaft
followed at a steady pace. There was no pain, just an incredible
sensation of fullness and the knowledge that he had lost the control
of his own ass.

Pinned to the bed by the weight of the man's body, Wix lay helpless
and the great cock made a thorough job of rogering his ass. Wix
enjoyed the part in sex play when he surrendered all control to his
partner, and his sole contribution to the coupling was to writhe
about beneath the man thus adding to his enjoyment.

Wix could feel Arun's climax build and did everything to aid it. When
it came, the pelvic thrusts of the man became more urgent and
violent. But again Wix was surprised that he seemed to have the
capacity to take this sort of abuse without it causing him pain. Then
the mighty cock began bucking and he felt the man's load being thrust
into his body at a great depth. Used and abused, he revelled in the
feeling, as the man lay gasping and sweating on his back. Meanwhile
deep in his guts, his Master's cock, its job done, slowly began to
shrink.

When he had recovered, Arun slowly withdrew his cock from the lad,
and Wix cried out as it left him with such a void, but now it was
Arun who was in charge of his ass and Arun had to be obeyed. So Wix
settled between his Master's thighs and dutifully began to clean off
the cock that had given him so much pleasure, an act that puzzled
Arun.

Dawn found the tween wrapped in the arms of his Master, a position
that they would come to favour. It made Wix feel like a small child
and it made Arun feel big and butch.

They spent the morning removing warts and curing impotence. Later
Arun would find that of all the cures for ailments that he offered,
curing impotence was the one that he was most called upon to do.

Wix's afternoon was spent in the AutoDoc where his education in the
art of being light-fingered was dramatically improved. He was also
taught how to defend himself.

"Spyk, let me have a look at his second lover," said Arun, making the
dog roll his eyes skywards.

"Rerun beginning."

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Inside Arun's mind he once more became a younger version of Wix,
lying on his lonely bunk...

Wix was missing the comfort of Efl in his bed; it had been over a
week now. Then there was the shadow of someone towering over him and
another body was soon in the bed; it was Bub.

Bub was one of those lads who is not over-blessed with intelligence,
but still managed to lead a happy life. At the previous Apprentice
Day, he had failed to find a position and was now back in the
Orphanage until someone required a labourer.

"Do you want to make me feel good?" Bub whispered in Wix's ear.

Wix nodded.

"Efl told me that you had the hottest mouth in the Orphanage."

This caused Wix to blush in the dark.

"Go on, show me how good you are."

So Wix slid down the naked body and found Bub to be already in an
excited state. Wix started very gently with his ministrations to the
stiff member Bub had presented to him. He could detect that the other
lad liked having the head of it licked and so he concentrated his
efforts on that one part.

Bub lay on the narrow bunk, legs apart, arms behind his head and
watched the tween service him. He was in heaven. Efl had been right,
thought Bub; Wix was a natural cocksucker. He was providing Bub with
a fantastic sensation and appeared to be thoroughly enjoying his
work.

Wix carefully ran Bub up to the edge and then retreated. Bub moaned
very quietly, but it still got a couple of dirty sniggers from the
other bunks. Wix repeated the process. He was having fun controlling
the body of a lad much bigger than he was. The game went on for about
5 more rounds with Bub getting steadily louder. Finally the larger
lad grabbed Wix's head and held it securely while he made the last
few thrusts that were required to start his load pumping.

Wix contentedly swallowed his reward and in the end Bub had to pull
him off the now limp cock.

"By all that is sacred, I swear than no one has ever sucked me off
like that," whispered Bub in Wix's ear.

"Why did you rush it at the end? I could have kept you going for a
lot longer," whispered Wix.

"I thought I was going to die if I couldn't shoot,"

Wix just giggled and settled down in the arms of his new friend.

Bub however was not like Efl at all. Efl had a wide range of sexual
practices, which he performed only in bed. Bub only went as far as
letting Wix suck his cock, but he would do it almost anywhere he
thought he could get away with it.

One day, in the late summer, the pair of them were sent to one of the
outlying farms to help with the harvest. The Orphans held these trips
in great store as the farmer's wives always threw up their hands in
horror at the lack of meat on their bones and provided plenty of
food.

The pair were sent to the loft of one of the granaries and given the
task of cleaning it in preparation for the new crop of grain
arriving.

The task was quickly completed and Bub began to pester Wix for sex. A
sly look came over Wix's face and he convinced the other tween that,
if his hands were tied, Wix could make it last a lot longer. Like a
fool, Bub agreed and soon found himself tied by the wrists to two
hooks on the wall.

How helpless his position was, he only found out when his ankles were
also tied. Wix explained that the gag was really necessary, as Bub's
moans would eventually attract attention.

With all that done Wix disappeared under the other tween's smock only
to find that being tied up had certainly sexually aroused his
partner. With a mischievous grin on his elfin face, he began his
work.

First he spat on his hand, then rolled back the foreskin of his
victim's cock and rubbed the slick palm of his hand over the now
naked cock head. Bub desperately tried to get away from the hand and
thrashed about in a most satisfactory manner. The gag was really
quite successful in dampening his screams as his cock went into
sensory saturation.

Wix relented after a while and went back to working on the cock with
his lips and tongue. Bub got no respite as Wix could sense exactly
how close he was to an orgasm. After ten minutes Bub was weeping with
frustration, his much-needed climax was so damned close, but he could
never quite reach it. Then he felt something new. A wet finger was on
his ring.

Oh he tried his best to resist its entry. But every time he was
distracted by the promise of a climax, the finger moved inwards.
Eventually it found its mark and he was introduced to the peculiar
feeling of his prostate being massaged. Now there was no possible way
he could not shoot his load and he screamed into his gag as his load
shot out of his cock with a fury that he had never experienced
before.

When Wix had made sure that there was not a drop left, he emerged
from under his smock and untied him. Bub slumped to the floor in a
daze and seemed to spend the rest of the morning in it.

The cart arrived piled with sacks of grain. The horse was unharnessed
from the cart, harnessed to an empty one and set off for the next
load. Wix and Bub now had the heavy task of winching the bags up on a
rope to the loft and stacking them. Bub being the stronger did most
of the work.

After lunch the farmer asked them if they would like a lighter job
for the afternoon but Bub refused before Wix could even open his
mouth. He even got Wix to work through part of his lunch break so
there was enough time for Wix to tie him up again before the next
cart arrived.

It took four days to bring in all the grain and the apparent
dedication of Bub to his duties caused the farmer to offer him a
position as farm labourer. Bub, who was wearing himself to a shadow
working hard and being tortured by the supple tongue and lips of Wix,
forced himself to accept the post.

Wix did not see Bub until the next harvest. By then the tween was
broad and muscular and had a girlfriend. Once more the pair found
themselves in the grain loft. Bub now took a lot more tying up to
keep him still and his girlfriend couldn't work out why Bub, who
normally had his hands all over her body at the slightest
opportunity, was so subdued during the harvest. Bub discovered that
Wix had not lost any of his skills and Wix was delighted to learn
that Bub had grown a lot in a year.

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"Rerun ends," said Spyk's voice in Arun's head.

"Shit, I must be careful never to let the lad near any ropes,"
thought Arun, "Mind you," he mused, "it might be fun."

"OK he is finished, you can let him out now," said Spyk.

Arun helped him from the machine and the tween brushed against him.

"Not bad, not bad at all, for a first attempt that is. Now if you
would just return my watch, my purse and the rest of my equipment, I
would be most grateful," said Arun, who was genuinely impressed with
the progress.

For the rest of the day Wix practised his new skills with his Master.
It was only a question of practically implementing the knowledge that
was already in his brain, so the work went quickly. Within a few
hours he could relieve his Master of almost anything he was carrying.
He also discovered that he could defend himself against the man,
despite the vast differences in their sizes.

These skills would be put to good use much sooner than either of them
anticipated.

To be continued, in one week's time.

Comments and criticism may be fired at jamieaderson@compuserve.com

My thanks to JH and Scott for editing.