Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 04:34:20 -0400
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Wizard of Solton Part 4

                  The Wizard of Solton - Part 4 of 7

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        The Prologue is in Part 1 it helps if you read it.
/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/wizard-of-solton/

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                 Cleaning out the Dark Forest

Three months passed in the blinking of an eye and our two heroes
became lovers during this time. As this chapter opens we find them in
the dining room...

Arun and Wix were just finishing breakfast when Spyk trotted it.

"Trouble boss," he said, "an under-butler from the Manor House is
approaching at a fair lick."

Arun sighed and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Set the door to
automatic and we'll meet him in the foyer."

"Silent, or with sound effects?" asked Spyk.

"Oh, give him the works, they have come to expect it," said Arun,
rising and bidding Wix to follow him.

Yips, the second under-butler in the service of Lord Pers, was making
the best progress he could. However it would have been faster to send
one of the boot boys as they were young and fleet of foot. Yips, on
the other hand, was some thirty-five years of age and most of them
had been spent in service as an indoor servant. To describe him as
merely overweight would be an undeserved kindness. However mere boot
boys could not be sent to summon someone in the lofty position of
Wizard, so the weary Yips toiled on.

On arrival at the Manse he was so out of breath that he had to clutch
onto a post whose normal task was supporting the roof of the porch.
When the door of the Manse slowly opened with a creaking that would
have done justice to an early horror movie, he nearly wet himself.

Arun appeared in the doorway when it became obvious that nothing
would make the poor man enter the Manse. He waited until the under-
butler's breathing had steadied enough for him to talk, then asked
his nature of his call.

"My Lord Pers commands your presence," he gasped.

"On what business?" inquired Arun, mildly irritated by the use of the
imperative.

"It is not my place to say, Wizard," replied Yips.

Keeping a low profile whilst in the presence of your betters, was
firmly  instilled in all of the staff at the Manor.

"Answer my question!" thundered Arun, in his best butch voice.

"My Lord Pers was robbed in the Dark Forest yesterday..." said Yips.

"Ah, thank you. Would you care for some refreshment whilst we make
ready?" asked Arun.

Yips wildly shook his head, but gladly accepted Arun's offer to sit
on the porch and rest.

When Arun and Wix arrived at the Manor house, with Spyk trotting
along at their heels, they were shown directly into the study of Lord
Pers, a sparsely furnished room, which Arun noted contained no books
or writing materials. It did not require Wix's talents to see Pers
was blazing mad.

"I have been robbed, by some common bandits, led by my half brother,
in my own forest!" he ranted. Then he turned and faced Arun squarely
"And what are you going to do about it?"

"I did not realise that keeping the peace was part of my Wizardly
duties. Should you not be addressing this question to the Captain of
the Guard?" said Arun, as ever, avoiding a question with another
question.

"The Guard!" snarled Pers, "Those buffoons may be fit for stopping
fights in the Inn or settling arguments in the market, but they are
useless in the forest. Ribos is a cunning bastard. The Guard
blundering around in the Forest would be easy for him to avoid. So
Wizard, I command you to arrest Ribos and bring him to me for his
richly deserved punishment!"

Arun considered things carefully. He was right, it was not his job
but, on the other hand, the route through the Dark Forest should not
be subject to banditry. Besides getting rid of a gang of hoodlums
should be an easy task and put him in Pers' good books for some time
to come. However he could not hand Ribos, or for that matter any of
his gang, over to Pers as this would amount to their certain death.

"My Lord Pers, it is within my powers to rid the Dark Forest of these
robbers, and to return to you the possessions that you lost. However
it is not within my power to cause men to die. Would this be
acceptable?" said Arun, actually leaving Pers little choice.

"So be it!" said Pers, in an imperious voice, "They have my chain of
office, my watch and my purse. Return these and drive them from my
lands."

"I shall give it my most urgent attention, my Lord," said Arun,
bowing and backing his way towards the door.

"What are we going to do?" asked Wix, once they were outside.

"Oh, scare the living shit out of them I suppose. What mythical
beings are supposed to live around here?" said Arun.

"A dragon was once said to live in the Dark Forest, but I have never
met anyone who has actually seen it, but plenty of people know
someone who has seen it," said Wix.

"Can you do me a dragon?" Arun asked Spyk.

"Sure boss, no problem," said the dog.

"Then the mythical dragon of the Dark Forest is going to be seen by a
lot of people," said Arun, as the trio headed back to the Manse.

There Wix was fitted out in the robes of a rich young gentleman, as
he was to be used as the bait. Then they all set off. Before they
were in sight of the forest Arun dropped back allowing Wix and Spyk
to take the lead.

The lad and the dog entered the forest and Wix realised why it was
known as the Dark Forest. The trees were so hungry for the sunlight
that very little of it reached the forest floor. This gave the place
a dank and gloomy appearance. Now given the number of ghost stories
that Wix had heard, which had been set in this very place, he was
really nervous, and a little dog did not seem much in the way of
protection.

So they proceeded along the track, Wix jumping at even the slightest
sound. However the surprise, when it came, did not enter through his
ears, but rather through his implant.

"Oh, SHIT!" said Spyk's voice, inside his head.

Then the dog turned on his tracks and made off in the direction of
the Manse as fast as his little legs would carry him. The next
surprise followed immediately. In his head another voice spoke.

~ Sentient overlay has been suspended and an emergency shutdown is in
progress ~

The emotionless words seemed to hang around in Wix's head.

"Reason?" came Arun's voice.

~ A micro-meteor strike on Mother Ship has severed coolant supply to
computer core. Temperature now rising and entering the yellow zone at
5 Kelvin ~

"Switch all systems to local control. Ready the ferry craft. Wix, go
back to the Manse and await my return," Arun calmly commanded.

"What is happening?" Wix transmitted.

"Oh, one of those accidents that can only happen once in 5,000 years,
if you listen to the experts. Ever hear of a saying; 'Whatever can go
wrong, will go wrong, and at the least convenient moment'? In any
event I'm legging it back to the Manse, there'll be one hell of a
bang over by the mountains, just to distract the locals and cover my
fast takeoff. I won't be able to contact you until I arrive on the
Mother Ship," said the voice of Arun.

~ Temperature entering red zone at 9 Kelvin ~

~ Shutdown in 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 ~

There was a long silence and Wix turned back in the direction of the
Manse.

"Mother Ship, respond," said Arun's voice.

A much less impressive, but still neutral, voice acknowledged the
call.

"Fire a diversionary blast at the mountains to the north of my
present location timed to coincide with my takeoff in 35 seconds,"
commanded Arun's voice.

A short time later there was the loudest peal of thunder Wix had ever
heard and it took the greatest effort on his part to keep his eyes in
the direction of the Manse. There, a streak of fire marked the
departure of his Master. The gunshot-like crack of the ferry craft
breaking the sound barrier was lost in the echoes of the bang.

Now, with the benefit of hindsight, Wix later reached the conclusion
that he should really have kept his mind on the job in hand, because
he nearly jumped out of his skin when another voice entered his head,
this time via his ears.

"And what have we here? A Princeling perhaps?" it said.

Wix spun round and found himself facing a rather large, roughly
dressed man, who was wielding a wicked looking sword, in a most
competent manner.

"Master! Spyk! Can you hear me?" Wix broadcast, but there was no
reply, he was alone.

"I am no Prince," said Wix. He was slightly startled that his voice
sounded so calm. However, as far as his talent could tell him, the
man meant him no immediate harm, but escape was, for the moment ay
least, out of the question.

"Then what be Ye?" inquired the man.

"I am the apprentice of the Wizard of Solton," said Wix, realising
that he sounded slightly pompous.

"Ah, a Wizardling, and a pretty one to boot. Ribos will reward me
well when I offer you to him," said the man, grinning.

"My Master will not take it kindly if I am harmed," cautioned Wix.

"I see no Wizard," observed the stranger.

"Er, he's busy just now, but he'll be back," said Wix, rather
unconvincingly.

The man took no notice of this, he just walked round Wix, then
prodded him gently with the point of the sword to get him moving in
the right direction. Presently they reached a compound. It was quite
well camouflaged and Wix was surprised how large it was when they
entered.

It consisted of a fortified clearing with a huge horse chestnut tree
affording some shade in the middle. Opposite the entrance was a cliff
face and the mouth of a cave gaped darkly at the foot of it. Several
men, who were going about their daily business, looked up and grinned
when they caught sight of the captured tween. The man and the tween
stood in the shade of the trees surrounding the clearing

"Ribos!" cried the man "I have a tasty morsel for you. A Wizardling,
no less!"

The men left their tasks and gathered round the pair. Presently a man
emerged from the cave mouth and the crowd parted to let him through.
Physically he was tall, dark, well-muscled and since he was naked to
the waist it was revealed that he had an extremely hairy chest.
Although he was clean-shaven he had a dark shadow where the stubble
was making a valiant comeback.

On a belt round his waist swung a sword in its scabbard, neither the
weapon nor its sheath had any ornamentation on them, they both looked
mean and businesslike. His sole garment was a pair of leather
britches that fitted him perfectly and, if the bulge at the crotch
was for real, he was loaded for bear.

Wix perceived him as arrogant, dominant and very virile. The sight of
the half naked man was having the usual effect on Wix, but
fortunately his loose robes concealed his erection. The man stood,
legs astride, he balled his hands into fists, placed them on his hips
and looked Wix over the same way a horse breeder looks at a mare.

"A Wizardling?" he said, in a voice so deep that it made Wix's body
vibrate.

Wix's captor nodded, "Aye, so he claims."

"I am Wix, apprentice to Wizard Arun, my Lord," said Wix,
respectfully.

"And where is your Master?"

"At present he is dealing with a greater evil than you. The bang you
heard a short time ago marked his departure. Doubtless, when he is
free, he will return for me," said Wix, more or less telling the
truth.

"A greater evil than I? Does the lad insult me or compliment me?"
Ribos jokingly asked his men, who sniggered.

Then turning to Wix's captor he said, "Unwrap my present."

Despite Wix's protests he was soon standing naked before the crowd.
His erect cock brought dirty comments from the men as well as a few
lewd whistles. Spyk's good feeding had filled the tween's body out
nicely. His ribs were now covered and his buns had become even more
enticing. Ribos walked over and ran his hands over the tween.

"Nice and smooth, just like a woman. Yes, he'll do to warm my bed,"
he said. Then, with no warning, his fingers slid between Wix's buns
and the middle finger was through Wix's ring before he could even
tense.

"Ha, your Master makes good use of you lad, doesn't he?"

This comment brought ribald laughter from the crowd and a rush of
blood to Wix's face.

"Ah, that's better. I can talk to you again," said Arun's voice in
his head. "Are you back at the Manse yet?"

"Er, not exactly, Master. But I have located Ribos," replied Wix.

Oh good. Where is he?"

"Well, how can I put it? His right index finger is all the way up my
ass and he has hinted that another part of his anatomy may be there
in the near future."

"Damn! I can't help you until I finish my repairs up here and get
Spyk up and running again. Can't you put the frighteners on him?"

"I doubt it, Master. He has a very stable mind."

"Oh well, do your best. He can't really harm you in anyway. Your
implant will protect you. I must get some work done, but I'll listen
in as best I can."

And with that Wix was on his own again.

"My Master will be most displeased if I am harmed, my Lord," said
Wix, as Ribos slid his finger out.

"Your Master has no idea where you are. But no doubt he will pay a
fat ransom for the return of such a pretty little catamite. In the
meanwhile I'll make sure you'll not go wanting until he gets you
back," said Ribos, evoking another dirty laugh from his men.

"He will find me, and when he does, you will be called to account for
your actions," said Wix. Then he walked from the shade of the tree
and into the full sunlight. His sun protection field instantly
snapped on and his naked body was covered in a slightly shimmering
field.

The effect on the men was interesting; they fell back as one man,
lest they come in contact with the tween. Ribos seemed slightly
shaken but recovered enough to reach out and touch Wix on the
shoulder. When nothing untoward happened to him his courage rushed
back and he picked the tween up, effortlessly threw him over his
shoulder and headed back to the cave.

It was dark inside the cave after the brilliant sunshine, but Wix's
eyes instantly adapted to the drastically reduced light level. His
hands moved delicately over the Ribos' body. What light there was
came from oil lamps. The cave, originally a mine, was a long tunnel
going back into the rock. It twisted and turned and on each side
there were openings. Some were just open holes, others had crude
curtains, but a few had proper doors. It was before one of the doors
that Ribos stopped. He unlocked the door, opened it, entered, dropped
Wix on the floor and looked down at him. Wix rose to his feet and
stood respectfully with his hands behind his back.

"Why were you alone in the forest" Ribos asked.

Wix could sense that he was not in a mood for any nonsense.

"I was the bait sent out to trap you. Unfortunately, as I said, my
Master was called away," said Wix, truthfully.

Ribos looked at him long and hard. "Hmm, I do believe that you are
telling me the truth. Do not attempt to lie to me, lad. I can always
tell when someone is lying to me."

Wix suddenly had the suspicion that Ribos was also an Empath. Just
out of curiosity he projected the emotion of telling the truth but
said, "I don't believe you."

"Aye lad, it is to your credit that you doubt me, but, as many have
found to their cost, it is true. Now what were your plans for me and
my men."

"We have been commissioned to recover the possessions of my Lord
Pers, Then to drive you and your gang from the forest in such a way
that you will never return," said Wix, evenly.

"And how do you propose to go about that?"

"That, my Master did not confide in me," said Wix, once more covering
a lie by projecting the emotion of telling the truth.

"Ah well, often a fish manages to take the bait and not get hooked. I
will return at sundown and put you to good use. I may as well be as
honest with you, since you have been honest with me. I have not had
the comfort of a man or woman in my bed for far too long. So you may
want to sleep now as you will get little after I return. I should
also warn you about resisting, I like it when they fight back, but it
can be a painful experience and it in no way affects the outcome," he
said, finishing with a dirty grin.

"I could have killed you at any time after you entered the cave," Wix
said, in a very composed voice.

"Ah, your Master has taught you some tricks?" sneered Ribos.

"Yes, like this one!" said Wix, smoothly moving from his respectful
stance into the crouch of a knife fighter, a wicked looking dagger
now glittered in his right hand.

"By the names of the gods, someone's head shall roll for this! What
damned fool let you near a knife?" roared Ribos.

"You will cut off your own head, my Lord? Do you not recognise the
blade? The one that was so neatly tucked under the back of your belt?"
parried Wix.

"A simple bit of light-fingered thievery, that is all," said Ribos
radiating anger. This was not the emotion Wix was wanting, so he
cocked his head and put on a cheeky grin.

"Yet simple enough to cost you your life," Wix said.

"I could run you through with my sword before you could as much as
prick my skin," said Ribos, but his voice was now a bit shaky.

"I think, my Lord, that you will find that the hilt of your sword has
become inexplicably, but inextricably, entangled in your belt. By the
time you freed it I could dispatch you from this life to the next,"
said Wix, smiling sweetly.

Ribos knew the tween was telling him the truth; nonetheless he moved
his right hand slowly to the hilt of his sword and cursed when he
verified what the tween had said. The lad had bettered him! Thank the
gods he had had enough sense not to do it in front of the men. For
the first time, Ribos could feel death reaching out for him.

At last, the gut wrenching emotion of fear came from Ribos, and Wix
was satisfied that he had made his point. So Ribos was totally
surprised when the tween moved out of the crouch, reversed the
dagger, and handed it to him.

"Why?" asked a shocked Ribos.

"As you have not harmed me, I have no wish to harm you, my Lord. Why,
you have only promised me an interesting night. It was just a warning
that I am not quite as helpless as I may appear."

Ribos accepted the weapon, grinned and ruffled Wix's hair. "You shall
make a stimulating bed mate, Wizardling, and fear not, I will never
underestimate you again."

With that he turned and left, locking the door behind him. Wix
inspected his prison. An oil lamp, a jug of water, a bucket and a
rough bed were all that had been provided for him. He sat on the bed
and contemplated his fate. If Arun couldn't get back in time it
looked like he was in for a most exciting night. Ribos' hairy body
turned him on and he wondered how good Ribos was in bed.

The day passed slowly for Wix. He was fed twice, by a couple of very
nervous men; one had his sword drawn at all times. The food was
excellent when compared to the Orphanage, but Spyk's cooking had
jaded Wix's palate to anything less than gourmet meals.

Between the meals Arun got back to him. The work was progressing
nicely. The holes where the meteor had entered and left the ship had
been sealed. Most of the leaked coolant had been recovered. However,
the repair of the damage that had been done between the entrance hole
and the exit hole was going to take several hours. Then the computer
core could be brought back down to its normal 1 Kelvin and Arun could
bring Spyk back to life.

When the time came, Ribos unlocked the door and entered. He was
wearing just a pair of shorts. It was most obvious that he was
unarmed. He picked the naked tween up and threw him once more over
his shoulder and strode off. He opened another door of the main
passage and it revealed a well-appointed bedroom.

A large bed dominated the room and that was where Wix landed. He
rolled onto his back and watched Ribos carefully. The man removed his
shorts and stood magnificently naked before the tween. Wix let his
eyes drink in the sight. Although the man was smaller than Arun, he
was still a big man. His vast body looked brutal, hard and
uncompromising. His manhood swung limp between his legs. But even in
its flaccid state it looked menacing. Behind it hung two ponderous
balls and Wix knew that the contents of them would soon be forced
into his body. The thought made him shiver with anticipation.

"Now Wizardling it is time to put you through your paces and we'll
see how good a job your Master has done of teaching you how to
pleasure a man. Use your mouth to make me hard enough to shag you,"
said Ribos, stepping forwards.

Wix licked his lips and Ribos said, "Can't wait to get a man in your
mouth, can you?"

Wix paid him no heed, but reached out and gently grasped the large
member. It felt heavy in his hand. With care he pulled back the
foreskin and examined the head. The slit at the top seemed very large
and experimentally he extended his tongue and licked it. Immediately
he could feel the blood rush in to fill the organ and he now let his
tongue rove round the head of the enlarging cock as he located the
most sensitive spots.

Given his talent as an Empath he could tell which movements of his
warm, soft tongue gave the man most pleasure, and soon Ribos was
groaning. Feeding off his empathic sense Wix was getting almost as
hot as his victim. It then occurred to than the man was in the same
way sensing his pleasure and responding to it.

Wix decided on some shock tactics, just to test the man's control.
First he used his tongue to slick up the length of the now rigid rod,
then he opened his modified throat and slowly devoured the entire
shaft.

Ribos gasped in amazement, the only thing he had ever seen doing a
swallowing act like that before had been a snake. When the tween had
his lips round the base of Ribos' manhood and his nose buried in the
extensive bush, he gulped. Instantly the large member bucked in his
throat and wave of pleasure swept, first over the man and was then
almost instantly sensed by the tween.

Wix now began a series of gulps, which quickly got faster and
stronger, each of which was responded to by the cock bucking
violently in his throat. His implant was now having to break down his
body chemicals to provide him with oxygen and it was also scrubbing
the carbon dioxide from his blood. The pair were now locked in an
upward spin which neither had the willpower to break. The tween had
his hands firmly gripping Ribos' buns while the man had a grip on
Wix's head, both locking themselves together.

Wix could sense the end was close as Ribos slowly lost all control
and fell into his power. Suddenly the cock was bucking with unbridled
lust and Wix could feel the massive load being pumped right into his
throat and on down into his belly. Wix held on until the last only
pulling back to suck the dregs out so he could taste the man's seed.
Ribos collapsed on the bed and Wix slid into his arms, breathing hard
as he tried to pay off his oxygen debt.

"By the gods lad, you can breath through your ears! I have never in
my life experienced anything like that," Ribos finally managed to
gasp.

Wix just grinned, "Has my Master taught me to your satisfaction?"

"There and beyond," said Ribos in a surprised voice.

"My Master has modified me slightly to make it easier for me to bring
gratification to him," said Wix.

"Your Master perhaps requires more respect than I have been giving
him," said Ribos.

Wix snuggled cosily up against the man's hairy chest and let his
hands explore the muscular body as he sighed with satisfaction.
Tonight was going to be fun. If he could make Ribos perform so well
just using his mouth, what heights could he drive him to by other
means? Out of curiosity he moved his face closer to the man's. To his
delight he was rewarded by a most powerful kiss. The man's lips
seemed to be the only soft and gentle part of his body. So for the
next half hour they acquainted themselves with the inside of each
other's mouths, and Wix got beard burns from the stubble.

Arun's voice sounded in Wix's head, "OK all the repairs are completed
here. I'm just cooling down Spyk's core and I can bring him back to
life. How are things going at your end?"

"Ribos has just sampled your work on my throat and it impressed him.
I think he now intends to try out the other end of me," Wix
transmitted.

"Any problems?"

"Not since I bested him with his own dagger. I'm not in any real
danger but it is fun playing the frightened tween. He has a
domination obsession and I'm about to pander to it."

"Poor man, spare his mind, I want him still able to carry on a
coherent conversation when I call on him."

"And when might that be?"

"Around dawn most likely. I'll call you if anything changes."

Then Ribos got his second wind. Wix realised this when the nice soft
cock that had been squeezed between his tender young thighs, began to
lengthen and stiffen. Wix knew that he was about to be shagged!

Ribos reached out and when his hand returned is was covered in some
lubricating lotion. Parting the tween's buns with his other hand he
began fingering it into the lad. Mindful of Ribos' warnings of the
futility of resisting him, Wix began to plead to be saved from the
ordeal, while faking the emotion of fear. Immediately he sensed a
thrill run through the man and it was obvious to him that Ribos did
not like to have his pleasure without having to fight for it.

"Appealing to my better nature will get you naught, lad. I don't have
one," laughed Ribos, sliding a third finger into the wriggling tween.
Then when he was satisfied that the lad was slick enough to
accommodate him; he trapped the tween between his great thighs and
held him there while he deliberately greased his pole before the
wide-eyed lad.

"Aye lad, look well, for soon all of this will be hidden from view,
snugly inside your ass," he said in a leering voice.

Ribos then rolled them both off the bed and onto the floor. He
released Wix and got to his feet. There he stood, towering over the
tween, his immense weapon pointing upwards and throbbing slightly in
time with his pulse. Ribos greased up the front of his legs before
cleaning his hands on a rag. Wix looked up at the man meat that was
about to shaft him and gulped fearfully.

As it happened Ribos had slightly other ideas, he pulled the
whimpering tween to his feet, turned him until he was facing away
from him, lifted him effortlessly off the ground until the greased
rod slipped between his buns and the head slid into direct contact
with the lad's ring. Then he lowered away and Wix was suddenly found
himself being impaled on the shaft.

"No!" cried Wix, struggling. The soles of his bare feet slithered on
the greased legs of the man in a futile attempt to gain enough
purchase to raise his body off the spear that was slowly penetrating
his body, "Please, my Lord, have mercy!"

"My pleasure comes before any considerations for mercy for you," said
Ribos, lowering the lad more and driving his hot cock further into
the helpless tween.

Wix was now playing a delicate game. He could sense that his
struggling was giving his abuser stimulation, but there were two
pitfalls that he must avoid in this little ploy. The first was too
feeble a protestation and thus allowing the man to see it was all an
act. The second was, putting up too strong a fight and then losing
control of the man completely.

So he timed his fighting carefully, only struggling violently when he
had no possibility of ejecting the invading organ, and never when he
had the slightest possibility of succeeding. He also kept up a
continuous stream of appeals mercy and begging to be spared, as he
sensed that these, more than anything else, urged his violator to the
greatest heights of his perverted pleasure.

Wix was now being clutched tightly; his smooth young back was pressed
firmly up against the hairy magnificence of the chest and belly of
the man. His ring was stretched, but was easily accommodating, the
girth of the manhood that was plunging in and out of it. Wix was now
using his talent to its fullest extent; his every word and action
carefully picked to drive the man to yet higher peaks. However, for
the second time the man also seemed to be feeding on Wix's excitement
and again an unstoppable upwards spiral formed as each of them strove
to drive the other higher.

The crescendo, when it came, began with little warning. Wix just
suddenly found he was having an orgasm. As soon as the man perceived
this, it tipped him over the edge and into that abyss of pleasure
that is beyond words. With a triumphant bellow, that caused wry
smiles from his men in the other parts of the cave, he began pumping
his jism into the now feebly struggling tween.

Almost in slow motion he fell backwards onto the bed clutching the
still impaled tween to his sweating body. There was a long silence in
which both of them gradually caught their breath.

"Now lad you are mine, I have had you. Your Master, if and when he
comes, will pay high ransom for soiled goods," he whispered in the
lad's ear. Wix felt another thrill of excitement from the man.
Unmistakably Ribos got his rocks off by having sex with those he held
to ransom.

"My Master will rescue me at dawn. I hope you can justify you actions
to him, he is not a lenient man and I fear that your days, in the
forest, are now strictly numbered," Wix said. But Ribos only laughed.
This made his member move deep within the tween and even more of his
seed trickled out into the lad's guts.

Presently, when his strength had returned, Wix carefully got off the
man and slid the now wilted intruder out of his ass. He then rolled
over, got between the wide spread thighs and, using his lips and
tongue, he scrupulously cleaned the member that so recently had
defiled him. Ribos looked on in amazement.

"You enjoyed being shagged?"

"Oh yes, my Lord, you are a man of great prowess. To serve you would
be an honour indeed. But alas I already have a Master and I am bound
to serve him, for it was he who got me out of the Orphanage," said
Wix, in a slightly regretful voice.

"So lad, you would rather be the catamite of that charlatan of a
Wizard than to grace my bed?"

"Unfortunately yes, my Lord."

"But why?"

"Because, my Lord, I will live longer!"

At that Ribos roared with laughter. "You are no fool, lad."

Wix, now firmly ensconced between the thighs of the man, began to
play with the now limp dick. Cupping the balls in his hand he let the
length of the shaft run up his slender forearm. This time not only
the weight of the organ impressed him but the length, which caused
the tip to be positioned closer to his elbow than his wrist.
Wistfully he wondered if, when he became a man, he would be so well
endowed. He could sense Ribos was well on the way to recovering from
the last thrash and decided to speed things up slightly.

"You enjoy debauching those you hold to ransom, my Lord?" he asked.

"Aye, it is part of the plunder lad. It is a pity that you are not a
wench, then I could send you back to your Master with my baby in your
belly. There is no finer a coupling than deflowering a virgin and
impregnating her!" said Ribos with some feeling.

"Alas my Lord, I am no wench, and it is a while since I was a virgin,"
said Wix, ruefully. As he played with the organ that had plunged
through so many hymens in the past. Wix had also felt a sudden surge
of emotion from the man and wondered what would happen if he followed
it up.

"Why is it such a fine coupling, my Lord?" Wix prodded.

"Well lad, she knows what is about to happen to her, but she is
usually cock shy and she'll fearfully clutch her legs together,
fancying that this will somehow save her," began Ribos, as his
manhood once more stirred in Wix's hands.

"So first I use my tongue, she never expects gentleness and delight,
so she is not ready for the amount of pleasure I can give her. At
first I must force her legs apart to reach my goal. Then I have her
silky young thighs squeezing on my ears and, just like you did,
she'll plead for some mercy that will never come," continued Ribos.
Wix was now carefully servicing the man's cock with his mouth and
tongue, all his moves calculated to be in time with the tale the man
was telling.

"No wench can resist for long, eventually her body begins to betray
her and slowly I'll feel the thighs begin to relax. Then lad, half
the battle is over. In no time at all she has her legs splayed wide
and she is doing everything that she can think of to help me. Next
she'll begin to get wet all on her own. Her eyes roll back and her
hips will start to hump, then she'll moan and scream as she reaches
her climax. But that is when I must keep going. Once she has started
having orgasms I never let her come back to her senses until the dire
deed is done," said Ribos, the lust now clear in his voice. Meanwhile
the tween was doing wonderful things to his manhood.

"After about three climaxes I usually start using my fingers, as 'tis
better that she is used to something hard being in her before she
meets my cock. It is nice to sit between the legs of a lass watching
her writhe and squirm while I finger her to yet another peak.
Eventually all good things must come to an end so I wait until she is
screaming and then I enter her. I do it slowly and savour the feeling
of her maiden-head splitting as it fails to impede my progress," said
Ribos, his voice now husky with lechery. Wix could sense the man's
next orgasm was close and subdued his efforts so that it might
coincide with the tale.

"She now has a man inside her and she is well beyond the point of no
return. So, out of devilment I usually whisper in her ear about how
that trim, flat young belly of hers will soon swell with my bastard.
And how her nice little breasts will grow fat with milk to feed it.
Then I use my cock to bring her to another orgasm and that takes her
mind off it again," he said, as his own orgasm lurked in the wings.

"When she is truly out of her mind I finally let myself go and the
feeling of my seed rushing into a once virgin passage, and knowing
that I am giving her a bastard, is the finest sensation known to man!"
he cried, as his seed rushed down the length of his manhood and
filled the waiting mouth of the tween. Ribos was almost sobbing by
the time Wix had sucked the last of his juices.

"Then, my Lord, she is no longer cock shy?" asked Wix.

"Aye lad, by the time a wench leaves my bed she is cock mad. She
cannot get enough of it, far more than any one man can supply. So, as
a mercy to the wench, I usually give her to my men, that she might be
satisfied," concluded Ribos.

"And, how long before I am given to your men?" inquired Wix,
squeezing gently on the man's cock hopeful of inducing some last
dregs of his seed out.

"Hmm," mused Ribos, "I think you may last me a week. I have not yet
tired of you, and your throat and ass will give me much more pleasure
before my men get to sample any.

"But as I said, my Lord, my Master calls for me at dawn," said the
tween as he stretched his slim young body on top of the hairy and
muscular man.

"Dream on," said the man, wrapping his arms protectively round the
lad, and in that position they dozed off for a while.

Three more times that night they coupled. Each time the tween was the
instigator and each time he got fully serviced by the man. Their
mutual talent allowed them to reach unparalleled heights and wild
climaxes ended each session. When sleep finally came it took them
both well into its depths. Thus Arun had quite a job when he tried
rousing his apprentice.

"You have arrived, Master?" transmitted a sleepy Wix.

"Yes. Why? Don't you want to be rescued from that fiend?"

"A very good question, Master. He is a surprisingly good partner in
bed, you may have to look to your laurels. If I were a wench he might
not be so willing to give me back" joked Wix.

"Well, rouse him and get your overused little ass out here. I want to
get this over and done with so I can return to the Manse and get some
sleep."

"Yes Master," replied Wix and turned and began the task of stirring
the slumbering man.

"By the fathers of the gods, do you need shagging yet again lad?"
Ribos asked slightly wearily.

"No my Lord. But the time has come. My Master awaits us in the
clearing. He has arrived to rescue me and complete his commission,"
said Wix, feeling slightly sad.

"In the clearing? Without the alarm being raised? Impossible!" said
Ribos, but this did not stop him reaching for his shorts and donning
them. Wix had enough time to wrap a towel round his waist before
Ribos was out the door and Wix just managed to follow him.

At the mouth of the cave Ribos blinked in the early morning sunlight
as he tried to locate the Wizard.

"I am here, Ribos!" cried Arun and Ribos could just locate him in the
shadows of the forest on the edge of the clearing. At the Wizard's
feet a small black and white dog sat panting, with its tongue hanging
out.

As the two men began their conversation the alarm was raised and the
cave mouth slowly filled, then overflowed, with the men. The sheer
size of Arun seemed to intimidate the men.

"What is your purpose?" inquired Ribos. His mind was racing. By all
the rules an unarmed man and a tween should present no threat to his
band. But his experience with the lad the day before and the size of
the Wizard worried him. He could also sense that the tween had
spooked his men and now they were as nervous as kittens.

"I come to rid the Dark Forest of you and your band of thieves and
thus make it safe for travellers. I shall also retrieve the goods
that you stole from your half-brother, my Lord Pers."

By now the men were standing in a curved line before the Wizard.
Ribos and Wix in the centre. Off to one side, hidden in the
undergrowth a holographic projector powered up. Behind their backs a
very large, blue-green dragon silently materialised. Murky yellow
smoke curled slowly from its nostrils as it appeared to survey the
scene before it with malignant amusement.

"And how, oh mighty Wizard, do you intend to do that?" mocked Ribos.

"A dragon usually suffices on such occasions," said Arun, just a tad
too casually.

"I can see a dog, but no dragon, Wizard. How do you propose to get
one? Perhaps you will change your little doggy into one?" Ribos said,
getting into his stride, and ridiculing Arun.

"Being, as you said, a mighty Wizard, I have summoned the dragon of
the Dark Forest," said Arun, a slow smile creeping over his face.

"And where be this dragon, oh mighty Wizard?" sneered Ribos.

"I suppose that in your line of work, Ribos, this is an old and
overused line, but just for old times sake I'll say it. Look behind
you!" said Arun, putting enough emphasis on the last three words to
cause most of the men to turn.

For Wix things seemed to happen in slow motion. He turned with the
men and saw the dragon. It was immense, colourful and very
believable. After the initial fluster had died down the dragon lazily
turned its head until its snout faced the lone chestnut tree that
provided a bit of shade in the middle of the clearing.

High above, in geostationary orbit, hung the Mother Ship. The
downward pointing one of its six defensive laser cannons fired a very
brief shaft of an intense ruby-coloured light. During the quarter of
a second that it took to complete its journey to the ground, the
dragon appeared to breathe fire on the tree. As the virtual flames
encompassed the tree they covered the strike from above and the tree
exploded in a most impressive fireball.

In the ensuing panic only Ribos, Arun, Wix and of course Spyk
bothered to watch the dragon as it turned and appeared to grin, in a
most malevolent way, at the chaos it had created. Then it indolently
turned and breathed flames over the entrance to the compound,
covering the second laser blast which caused it to vanish in another
fireball. This was actually quite useful as the rush of men and
horses leaving the camp would have got quite jammed in the once
narrow exit.

The galloping hooves slowly faded into the distance and the three
humans faced each other, while Spyk scratched his ear in a bored
fashion.

"You may dispense with your dragon, Wizard. Its task is done, my men
have deserted me," said Ribos. He watched the dragon fade without any
apparent surprise, but there was an air of defeat about him to which
he seemed most unsuited.

"You would not care to join them, Ribos?" asked Arun, hopefully.

"No Wizard. I have a task and it is not yet completed," said Ribos,
flatly.

"And what is that?" asked Arun.

"That bastard of a half-brother of mine has married a barren bitch
who can have no child by him. For some reason he will not couple with
any other woman and bring forth an heir to this Manor. Our laws state
that the first-born male inherits the title. Pers got it because our
father got a serving wench in trouble when he was just a tween and
sired Pers. So Pers got the Manor and I got bugger all," fumed Ribos.

"I take it that her ladyship's nephew does not impress you as a
future Lord of the Manor?" asked Arun, wryly.

"No, and I shall not rest until my father's bloodline is restored to
its rightful position," said Ribos, defiant even in defeat.

"Ribos, I too did not like the idea of that lad getting the Manor so
I investigated things. Her Ladyship is not barren, Pers is sterile
and can sire no children. So I had her Ladyship impregnated with the
seed of my apprentice. Soon his son will be born in Pers' marital
bed."

"A tween, from the Orphanage, has cuckolded Pers, and knocked up the
high and mighty Veeska?" he asked, barely believing the good news.

"Yes, and I'll warrant that Pers will want more children so it will
happen again," said Arun, joining in the laughter that was overtaking
Ribos.

Eventually Ribos sobered up and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Alas,"
he said, "this does nothing to restore my bloodline to rule the
Manor."

"Now there I might have some good news for you," said Spyk, speaking
for the first time in the debate. Three pairs of eyes watched the
reaction of Ribos.

There was a good solid pause while Ribos ran through the various
possibilities in his mind dismissing them one by one. There is an old
maxim; once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter
how improbable, must be the solution.

"The dog spoke!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, for pity's sake," said Spyk, "don't make him go through the 'I
am a mighty Wizard' bit again. I'm the Wizard's dog and I can talk.
If you are willing to listen I may have an acceptable solution to
your quandary."

"Then tell us, oh mighty Wizard's dog," said Ribos, sarcastically, as
he folded his arms across his naked chest and looked down at the dog.

"OK, first all of you humans smell. Each of you has an individual
smell. However there is a link between the generations and the
smells. A child smells distinctly of both of its parents," explained
the Spyk.

"I can accept that, dog, proceed," said Ribos, slightly bemused at
having a conversation with a being of the canine persuasion.

"Now, Ribos I want you to cast your mind back to the days when you
were a horny tween. Unlike young Wix, you had a preference for
wenches, is this not true?" said Spyk.

Ribos nodded ruefully.

"One of which was a serving wench in your father's house. In fact you
went at her so hot and so hard that eventually you knocked her up.
Not wishing to make the same mistake that your father had done, by
recognising your bastard, you let her have the child and left it as a
foundling on the steps of the Orphanage," said Spyk.

Ribos nodded without a blush, "Aye that lad was the first of a long
line of my bastards," he boasted.

"My, hasn't he turned out well?" said Spyk, slyly nodding in the
direction of Wix.

There was a long silence from father and son, but Arun laughed until
the tears ran down his face.

Finally, when he again had the power of speech, he said, "Oh dear, a
bandit chief holding my apprentice to ransom, spending the night
debauching the lad in every way, only to find he has been committing
incest with his first born no less. It is as well he was not a wench;
you would have produced a bastard's bastard and no mistake."

Ribos stood dumbfounded for a while and hardly seemed to notice the
tween slip into his arms to comfort him. Finally he said, "So, dog,
you are saying that the child her Ladyship carries is my grandson?"

"Yes. Although Wix prefers the pleasure of a man in his bed, it in no
way affects his fertility. In fact he is as fecund as his father any
day," said Spyk.

"So, Ribos, your mission is accomplished. Your bloodline is soon to
be restored to the Manor. May I respectfully suggest that you move to
distant part of the Kingdom, buy some land, find yourself a good wife
and settle down," suggested Arun.

"There is still the matter of the ransom," said Ribos, cunningly.

"What do you think he is worth?" asked Arun, and Wix was not sure if
the pair were jesting or not.

"A king's ransom, just for his performance in bed," said Ribos,
giving the lad a hug and making him blush.

"A little too high for me," said Arun, smiling.

"Then 250 gold pieces,"

"Most kings would not fetch that much," parried Arun.

"The coin of this realm is much debased," said Ribos.

"How about 50 coins of the purest gold?"

"Pure gold? Hmm, nay the lad is worth 150 at least."

"100, and that is my final offer!" said Arun.

"100 and one final thrash with the lad," said Ribos.

"You would still have sex with him, knowing that he is your own flesh
and blood?" asked Arun.

"One more time will make no difference either way, so what say you
Wizard?"

"100 pure gold coins, a final thrash and I get to join in," said
Arun, and with that the two men shook hands before the flabbergasted
tween. He had been pleased when had managed to teach his Master the
art of haggling but he had never thought that he would be the object
of a deal.

Ribos led the way back into the now-deserted cave and brought the
other pair to what appeared to be the mess hall. A long refectory ran
down the centre of the room. Wix was stripped of his towel and Ribos
dropped his shorts. Arun slowly removed his robes and stood massively
naked before the pair.

 "By the gods, if the lad can take you it is no wonder that I caused
 him no discomfort," said an awed Ribos. He was not used to being
 impressed with other men's equipment, but the sight of what lived
 between Arun's legs almost unnerved him.

"Heads or tails?" asked Arun.

"Heads, as I must sample that magic throat of his one last time,"
said Ribos, "But first I want to see him take your manhood as that is
the only way that I will believe it is possible."

So Wix, who was greatly excited at being treated as a mere chattel by
the two men, was laid on his back on the table. Ribos stood at his
head and leaned over to watch what was happening at the other end.
When Arun passed him the tween's ankles to hold, he accepted them
without question and pulled them well apart to allow himself a better
view. The ease with which the Wizard entered the lad astounded him
and caused him to gasp aloud.

"Oh, it causes him no pain," explained Arun, "as he has been modified
so that he can accommodate me with ease. Why, he even secretes a
lubricant when he is excited which greatly eases my entrance."

Wix sighed contentedly. His Master was back in his rightful place and
the tween was happy again. Reaching out he caught the rigid member
that waved before his face and got a special thrill knowing that it
had given him life. Then he inched it down his throat making his
father groan, as he felt his member enter the nearest thing in this
world to paradise.

Soon the tween was in the happy position of having his father's cock
fully embedded in his throat while his nose was pushing into the
balls that had once helped create him, while at the other end a
second cock filled him comfortably.

As both members began to slide in and out of him the lad was in
ecstasy and his father soon picked up on the feeling. For one last
time they fed on the raw emotions that the other was producing and
Arun was pulled along with them.

The two men in no way synchronised the movement of their hips so the
tween was subjected to an apparently random series of sensations as
the two cocks made use of his body. His implant was once more
supplying the oxygen that he needed.

Although the tussle was an enthusiastic one it was relatively brief
as the sexual pressure was so high that no one could stave off his
climax. Wix was the first to lose the battle as a white rope of cum
arched out of his loins and quickly got entangled with the hair on
his father's chest.

Arun was the next to go and his large member was put to good use
pumping his semen into the writhing tween. Ribos held on till the
last and withdrew until only the head was in the tween's mouth,
allowing him to spray his load over his son's tongue.

There was a lot of gasping for breath and the odd curse came from
Ribos. Gradually the trio came down from their high and the two men
helped the tween from the table. After resting they began to dress.
Ribos found Wix some breeches that were small enough not to fall
round his ankles.

It was just as they were leaving the cave that they discovered that
all the horses were gone.

"I'll have to provide you with transport," said Arun.

"You have a horse and wagon?" asked Ribos.

"No, I have my runabout, it will suffice," said the Wizard.

"I see no vehicle," said Ribos.

"Actually it is quite easy to see, if you know where to look. Its
camouflage is quite good, but if you know what you are looking for,
you can still see it," said Arun, walking off to the left of the
clearing.

Just as he had predicted the outline of the craft became discernible.
It was about four man-lengths long, by one and a half wide and one
high. Arun snapped his fingers, Spyk groaned quietly, and the craft
turned white becoming fully visible.

"You are not of this world, are you, Wizard?" asked Ribos.

"No," said Arun, quietly.

"So the Empire really exists?" asked Ribos.

"No, not for many thousands of years," said Arun, then he told Ribos
what was happening out there in the galaxy.

"So, Wizard, it is your job to look after the dog?" asked an
incredulous Ribos.

"Well, we look after each other," said Spyk.

Your loot will have to be returned to its rightful owners," said
Arun.

"How will you protect it, until then?" asked Ribos.

"Your men are unlikely to come within a day's ride of this place, but
you are right; the locals may quickly sniff it out," said Arun,
"Spyk, could you leave the dragon to guard it?"

"Sure boss," said Spyk, and in the mouth of the cave the dragon came
back. Now it appeared to be asleep. Its snout rested on its front
paws and a wisp of sulphurous smoke seemed to drift upwards out of
the wide nostrils. A medium-sized bush also appeared, slightly to the
left of the cave mouth.

"Impressive," conceded Ribos, "but would it stop a determined man?"

"Try to enter the cave," said Spyk, in his sly voice.

Ribos walked delicately towards the cave mouth, secure in the
knowledge that the dragon did not really exist. As he got close, the
dragon opened one eye and looked straight at him, causing him to
pause. Slightly embarrassed at his reaction, Ribos pressed on.

The dragon now opened both eyes, stretched as best it could within
the confines of the cave mouth and yawned, showing an intimidating
array of teeth. Again Ribos found himself involuntarily halting.

Once more he drove himself on, cursing his cowardice. The dragon
cocked its head to one side and observed Ribos with an evil grin.
Then it casually turned and flamed the bush which immediately began
to blaze. The message could not have been clearer if it had been
spoken, "Just one more step and you are history!"

Ribos paused, then deliberately walked towards the dragon. The dragon
slowly turned to face him and a really baneful grin ran across its
face just before its mouth opened and the flames engulfed Ribos. To
his intense relief nothing happened; he just walked clean through the
entire illusion. He turned and walked out. The bush was back unharmed
and the dragon was sleeping. Ribos wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Yes Wizard, that would stop any man. Even though I knew it was false
I had the greatest job forcing myself to enter," he conceded.

Arun now asked for Pers' possessions and with great reluctance Ribos
handed them over. The chain of office seemed the most difficult
object to part with.

"If you hate him so, why did you not kill him when you had the
opportunity? After all he would not hesitate at the chance of having
you sent to the gallows," said Arun.

"Why did you not blast me and my men instead of the tree?" asked
Ribos, pulling Arun's trick of answering a question with a question.

"I cannot kill another human," said Arun.

"And, much to my shame as a robber and bandit, neither can I,"
admitted Ribos, "If I have a fault, it is bringing new lives into
this world, not despatching existing ones from it."

For some reason this touched the tween's heart and he found he had
his arms round his father hugging him tightly.

When the emotion had passed, they boarded the runabout and strapped
themselves in, an action that confused Ribos until Arun switched on
the camouflage, took the craft up above the treetops and made a
beeline for the Manse. Then Ribos had the greatest job in stopping
himself from whimpering.

As they approached the Manse, the ground of the inner courtyard
opened and Arun deftly lowered the craft into its docking bay in the
basement, while above them the roof closed.

Arun led the way into the equipment room. Ribos was stunned but tried
not to show it. However he was not ready for Arun's move and the
small skullcap device went on his head without him noticing it. When
his eyes were glazed over Arun had him strip and climb into the
AutoDoc.

"A few external parasites, removed," said Spyk.

"All internal parasites removed."

"His teeth are a bit of a mess, but they are reparable."

"Oops! He's had a childhood infection that will eventually cause one
of his heart valves to go. I'd better replace all four valves."

There was a long pause before Spyk asked if there were any other
tasks.

"Record every sexual encounter that he has ever had and I can play
them back later," said Arun, with some relish.

"You sure are a pervert, and a glutton for punishment as most of his
couplings were heterosexual ones," said Spyk. There was a short
interval then the lid of the AutoDoc opened and Ribos stepped out.

"You will be unable to tell anyone anything that has happened to you
from the moment you set eyes on me this morning until I leave you
later. Now get dressed," said Arun.

After Ribos was dressed Arun removed the device and this left Ribos
slightly befuddled. However a hearty meal soon set him right. Then it
was down again to the basement. There Arun walked over to the
delivery chute and said to Spyk, "100 pure gold coins, if you
please."

The coins dropped out of the chute at the rate of one every few
seconds.

"Your dog is slow at counting," commented Ribos.

"He is not just counting them, he is making them," said Arun, causing
Ribos to gasp.

Then it was back to the docking bay, into the runabout and off to the
furthest part of the kingdom that they could get from Solton. There
Ribos was set down and father and son, so briefly reunited, tearfully
parted.

On the flight back Wix asked Arun why he had paid the ransom.

"Lad, your father is a proud man. Today I drove off his men and
defeated him. I could have gone on and broken him totally, causing
him to lose all his self-confidence. He did not deserve that, so I
let him haggle. Besides you now know your worth - 100 pure gold
coins," said Arun.

This left Wix to brood in silence, his Master's sense of humour was
sometimes quite complicated.

"I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he is in no way related to
Pers," said Spyk.

"Huh!" said Wix and his Master together.

"Nah, Pers' mother must have been quite free with her favours,
because if my nose is any judge, Pers' real father now holds the
position of head gardener at the Manor," said the dog.

This news put the pair of them into fits of helpless laughter that
lasted until the craft landed.

Eventually the trio ended up trudging back to the Manor to return to
Pers his possessions. They did not find him in the best of humour
and, just for good measure; they discovered that they had interrupted
his evening meal.

"I should never have agreed to allowing you to merely drive him from
my lands," he fumed, not even thanking the Wizard for the return of
his goods.

"I can assure you, my Lord, that wild horses could not drag his men
back into your forest and Ribos has given his word that he will never
return. I also took the liberty of physically banishing him to a
distant land," said Arun, trying to pour oil on troubled waters.

However Pers was like a terrier with a rat, he would not let go of
the subject. So Arun waited until there was a gap in the conversation
to make his move.

"Ah my Lady Veeska, I see that my treatment has been successful and
you are no longer barren," said Arun.

At this Veeska first looked startled then smug.

"Why was I not told of this?" asked Pers.

"Why my Lord, I could not tell if my remedy had worked until, er um,
ah, you had done your part. But I will venture to predict that you
will be the proud father of a bouncing baby boy in a few short
months," said Arun, just managing to blush.

After that, Ribos was forgotten as Pers was far too busy organising a
party to celebrate the coming of his son.

Meric, both Arun and Wix noted, was looking much slimmer, and when
Wix interrogated the servants it was revealed that Meric was now an
enthusiastic and hard-working member of the family. Rumour had it
that he had got the accounts of the estate to balance for the first
time in living memory.

It was quite late when they returned to the Manse and Arun was very
tired. So he ended up lying on his back with Wix sitting on his cock
bouncing up and down like he was riding a horse at full gallop. It
was a nice and lazy way for Arun to do it. He just lay there while
his apprentice used his body and his wiles to bring him to a
shuddering climax. In fact he was so tired that he quietly fell
asleep while the tween was licking him clean.

To be continued in week's time.

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

My thanks to JH and Scott for editing.