Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 11:33:10 -0500
From: Rusty Jerris <drephenishere@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lordling

	Draphen finally finished his daily meditations with the Sith Lord,
Anivrom. The small grey room held a high view over Dromund Kaas's expansive
capital. The boy tried to hide his excitement for the day, but he didn't
seem to need to. His master had been distracted all week, he could sense
it. Battle meditation was not so useful a technique if the channeler
couldn't concentrate. He suspected the Empire's fleet might be preparing to
engage the Republic soon. Perhaps that might be what was troubling
him. Even so, weakness was not easily tolerated among the Sith. He would
destroy his master one day, and claim his place, for that was the Sith
way. Today was not that day though, for he was only twelve. His power in
the force may have been considerable, but it was not yet fully tempered.

	Anivrom stood "You are dismissed." Normally the dark lord would
entertain his prized pupil with some grim humors, but apparently not
today. Draphen stood and looked out the window of the high chamber; he was
free to roam until next sunlight, over 12 hours. He was no longer allowed
on the training facility, as trainees could only access them during
scheduled sessions. Instead, he was given access to the library, and that
was it. Otherwise he had to keep entirely for himself. Some sort of
self-sufficiency lesson.

	A sudden wave of darkness crept to the corner of his mind. The
doors flung open and a stream of purple lightning filled the room,
blackening the grey walls. Draphen had anticipated the danger with trained
perception, and had already crashed through the window, beginning his 100
meter fall to the ground. Lord Anivrom laughed and clapped from above,
giving praise to Draphen's reaction. The black-haired boy couldn't help but
grin. There's the man I know.

	Sticking a high landing was a trick so old, it's origins had been
lost. Still, it made Draphen nervous to be so close to death. A stream of
the 'force push' technique below slowed his descent, until he landed
lightly as a feather. He began to head south.

	The first few months in the city alone had been a struggle to
survive. The Sith were right that survival forces growth, as he had soon
learned. Abilities and concepts learned in his sessions were not merely
homework or techniques for practice, but tips for keeping alive. The most
common way other homeless boys had kept alive in the city was through
whoring, but they were not force sensitive like Draphen. Theft by
levitation, illusions, and force persuasion had earned the boy a furnished
home with much to spare. There was such disparity between those with the
force and those without, Draphen liked to laugh, that he had spent money on
the boy-whores rather than having been one.

	He had grown tired of these boys though, there was none of the
innocence that he enjoyed so much, nor were they ever clean or tight. He
would still take a newcomer when one showed up, but it was not so common as
he might have liked. Instead, he was heading south, outside the city. The
nobles had their own private communities with expansive complexes that held
any sort of activity you might dream of. Draphen didn't care so much for
the sports or workout rooms, but rather the boys that used them. They just
seemed to have no cares or worries in the world, and not a soul had ever
tainted their bodies.

	Getting in was easy enough, he need only dress in bright, flowing
colours. Today he chose cloaked green attire; he felt the colours went well
with his tuffled blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. The guard to the gated
communities lazily asked for his ID card, but force persuasion had him pass
through that gate, and several others, without trouble.

	As usual, he choose the private pool of the diplomats' suite. It
was generally uncrowded, as the diplomats were not so much fond of
swimming. Luckily, their children were, and these fresh new morsels came in
and out weekly.

	He saw from outside the fence that two boys of about eleven were
taking turns doing tricks off the diving board. Draphen entered the locker
room and telekinetically disrobbed, leaving him in deep red board shorts
with a black wasteband. He somehow felt they were Sithy, in an ironic sort
of way.

	He sat down and began to meditate in the center of the locker room
until he located the boys' clothing in a nearby locker. He tossed them into
an in recycler robot by the entrance before heading outside. He sat down in
a pool chair and watched the two slender boys climb out of the water,
laughing and joking. Immediately, he could tell the younger of the two boys
was gay. He didn't really even need to have his force senses for that
one. His body language was screaming "please let me fuck you," even without
his tiny boner. He was pretty cute...brown hair and eyes, pale white skin,
and a thin yellow speedo. The older one was lanky and awkward in his
movements, entirely oblivious to the other kid. His green boardshorts were
sucked tightly against him, outlining his slender cock. He was almost
certainly straight though, to Draphen's dismay. He could still amuse
himself very easily with the situation.

	On the older boy's next dive, a slight tug of the force snatched
the green board shorts and forced them straight down his thighs and off the
ends of his toes. Draphen smiled; the shorts were inexplicably drawn
towards the water filter and sucked away without resistance. Panick was
obvious on the boy's face as he clung to the wall of the pool, utterly
naked. The younger boy's cock twitched, even with just a blurry view
through the water. He was furiously signaled to get a towel, and hesitantly
obeyed...but somehow they seemed out of towels, where they had been full
minutes earlier.

	Draphen grinned wider. The boy would have to make a break for it,
but he wouldn't if anyone was watching. Lucky for him, there were only four
other people in the pool, and none of them were really paying much
attention. Even the lifeguard was just reading a book in her high
chair. The boy looked around at everyone, then looked at Draphen. The
lordling didn't even try to hide it; he stared at the lanky nude kid,
giving him a smirk that said "I know, I saw." The kid frowned and looked
around again, then hopped out of the water and quickly bounded for the
door. The other boy followed closely, keeping his eyes on his friend's bum.

	For act two, Draphen got up and followed them into the bathrooms,
which were complete with toilets, an elevated hot tub, and showers. Through
a single door was the locker room and the two boys, but he would let them
come back to him. Instead, he stripped off his red shorts, sat down in a
bubbling hot tub, and waited.

	A few moments later, he heard a wail of despair "WHERE ARE MY
CLOTHES?" The change of clothes were gone!

	"Bahahaha" laughed Draphen, he lay back and relax.

	It took a few minutes, but the boys came back to the one room you
were actually supposed to be naked in. Voices in the locker room signaled
that they had fled from the view other people rather than use that simple
logic. The lanky boy's eyes were slightly red where he had been quitely
pouting before.

"What do we do, Jayce?" asked the younger boy, though he didn't seem so
worried. Jayce looked around and spotted Draphen and the red board shorts
beside him.

	"Uhhh..." he stuttered, looking at Draphen "Do you mind if I borrow
those?" His voice and politeness were certainly of the son of a
diplomat. Even as shamed as he was, he remembered his manners.

	"I do mind, actually" he replied dully. "They are my only pair."

	"Well...you see....I dont have any clothes..."

	"Yep, I can see that" he laughed sarcastically "me neither. You
going to join in? Go shower? Or just stand there with your friend?"

	With a slight frown, he walked up the mini-stairs to the hot tub
and stated his full case. "What I mean to say is, I lost my shorts and my
changing clothes, and I have no way to get back to my room."

	"No way to get back...? Ohhh, I get it!" laughed Draphen,
pretending to notice the placement of the boy's hands. "You see, on my
world people are not so ashamed of their bodies." He stood out of the
boiling water, revealing his naked body. "I guess I just find it hard to
comprehend why you can't simply walk back to your room."

	The younger boy gaped slightly, obviously having no formal training
in any sort of manners. Jayce accidentally glanced during the single
instant Draphen had begun to rise from the water, but his formal training
kept his eyes from wandering again.

"If you sit with me, maybe we can work something out, but only if you
respect my way of life as well. You are a diplomat's son, yes? Think of it
as a cultural learning experience." Draphen had used this line before, it
always got the good and proper boys.

	Slowly, Jayce dropped his hands to his sides. The lordling was
careful not to even glance, or his persona might be questioned. The boy
dipped his feet in the hot water, grimacing at the temperature. He could
not yet enter, so he sat naked on the edge of the pool. No doubt he wished
to cover himself, his hands kept itching his waist and belly, unconscious
attempts to block out the view.

	"Come on, Set" whispered Jayce to the other boy. The kid had been
nonstop absorbing the view of the two cocks in front of him until
now. Remembering himself, he turned around to remove his speedo, a sly
attempt to hide his raging boner. His butt wiggled as he wriggled the
spandex down. He swifly jumped waist-deep into the water, but yelped and
flopped back out. He hid his little prick for a moment before realizing
that neither boy was attempting to look at it. Regardless, his face turned
red as an apple as he uncovered himself.

	Draphen sat back down on the ledge the pool, laying against the
wall behind him. He spread his legs ever so slightly, both giving a good
view of himself and laying back as if seemingly comfortable.

	"So then, what did you want to talk about" the lordling asked.

	"Well first" Jayce said firmly, "I'm Jayce Handorin." He extend his
hand "... and this is Setram Vegetius. What do we call you?" Draphen
smiled, the boy was certainly well groomed, he could be a fine friend
someday, he could go far.

	"You can call me Mance Treylor" Draphen smiled, reaching across the
pool and accepting the handshake. "What do you propose to bargain for?" He
wondered if the diplomat's son would be willing to treat this like a
real-world agreement.

	"Your red shorts" he replied smoothly, accepting the game. "Or any
other garments you may have."

	"Ah yes, those." Draphen pretended to ponder.  "Hmmm, but what if I
don't have anymore? I might not be willing to part with my only
pair...except for a higher price, maybe even higher than you'd be willing
to give."

	"True" Jayce smiled, "but not moments ago you admitted you wouldn't
even mind walking around stark...but even so" he grimaced, predicting my
response "I understand not wanting to offend the other guests, but would
you care to name your price?"

	"A single wish to be granted from you, one of any sort." Will he
take my bait? the lordling wondered.

	Jayce frowned. "It could be anything...?"

	"Indeed" Draphen replied.

	The boy sat and thought for a long while, his diplomatic instincts
taking ahold of him. He seemed to completely forget his own nudity as he
lay backwards on the floor, readjusting his body. His cock lay upwards
against his belly while has balls clung tightly to its base.  You could
almost even see the top of his butthole, had be decided to spread his legs
a little. His pale white body allowed for red accents on his sack and at
the tip of his penis. Setram had already turned his attention towards the
friend, no longer seeming to care if anyone caught him staring.

	"I agree" Jayce sat up, with a sly grin. They shook hands to finish
the agreement, and Draphen passed over the little red shorts.

	"Now for my request?" Draphen asked, his face a mask.

	"Nope, you only agreed that I have a wish granted, you never stated
from who. In fact, you said of any sort...perhaps you'll learn to not be so
vague in future agreements?" His smirk was one of absolute victory. "I will
take a request from Satrem instead."

Draphen feigned suprise, then laughed. "Well damn, you got me."

Satrem's eyes were widened so much, Draphen was afraid they might pop
out. It was quite cute. Too bad for Jayce, the lordling had been subtlely
pushing Satrem's mind into an instinctual drive for sex over the past ten
minutes. His little boner was a pillar of stone.

	Both boys turned to Satrem.

	Satrem pupil's were as large as melons. "Fuck me" he whispered
loudly. The look on Jayce's face was priceless, he lost all manner of
diplomacy and turned to Draphen.

	He swallowed "Nevermind, what did you want?"

	Draphen was already in a fit of exaggerated laughter, but somehow
managed a "Fuck him."

	Jayce turned white and just sat there. He looked over at Satrem,
who was still staring dumbly at his body as he fondled himself. Breaking
with manners, he finally looked down at the movement and noticed the
younger boy's boner for the first time. It was twitching, he saw.

	Draphen lay back and starting jacking himself as well. His boner
had formed from anticipation since the moment Jayce agreed. He had been
lucky to hold it off even that long.

The look Jayce gave Draphen was horrified but Draphen only grinned in true
victory "Perhaps I should fuck you, that'll teach you to take everything
into consideration, no? You'll certainly take this lesson home."

	For a moment, Draphen was afraid Jayce was going to throw the red
shorts at him and storm out of the area, still naked. The look on his face
was cold and disgusted. If he did, Draphen might be able to force
manipulate him into something, or at the very least have his way with the
younger boy, but Jayce was well trained by his masters, he would never back
out of a binding arrangement. He grabbed Satrem and walked off to the
showers to do his duty. Draphen followed, slowly jacking himself.

	Satrem propped himself up against the wall with his legs spread,
revealing a pink hole between clenched white cheeks. Water from a
showerhead began to pour over both boys, but neither seemed to notice
it. Grabbing a bar of soap, Jayce positioned himself behind Satrem and slid
a soapy finger inside him. The younger boy closed his eyes and winced in a
strange pleasure. A light moan escaped when he forced his cock in
instead. Draphen could have cum just from the view of Jayce's flexing butt
cheeks, but he held back. The boy began to rock back and forth in a smooth
rhythm, which Satrem seemed to unconsciously synergize with.

	Picking up a soap bar himself, Draphen slickened his own cock and
crept up behind Jayce. A slippery finger up his bum met with initial shock,
but even as his shaft entered the older boy, he met with no resistance. The
poor kid must be punishing himself for his failure, Drphen thought. He
reached his hand around both boys and begain to jerk Satrem in rhythm with
his own thrusts. The train of moaning boys could feel each other tighten
and clench and gasp with each movement until suddenly Satrem's back snapped
upwards and Draphen felt a warm sticky fluid between his fingers. His own
seed exploded into Jayce as the third pulse between his fingers came. Moans
from the cumming boys filled the showers. Just as Draphen's final spurt
left him, he felt Jayce's back snap upward in front of him. A gasp so
large, the boy most have been holding his breath for minutes, escaped. He
could feel Jayce's cheeks clench around his cock as the boy came into
Satrem.

	Draphen wrapped his arms around Jayce and began to just feel his
body. The smoothness of the boy couldn't please him more. He ripped the
older kid out of Satrem and gripped his hand around the boy's cock, letting
the texture of cum and cock be implanted in his memory forever. In a quick
fit of madness, he threw Jayce on the floor and began to suck the cum off
his cock. The boy's arms gripped the floor as he closed his eyes and let
Draphen swallow him. The lordling began to move his mouth up and down the
shaft, swirling his tongue around the underside of the boy's head. This
time, Jayce made no attempts to hide his moans. Draphen's arms ran up his
thighs and across his belly, scavenging the boy's body for any point of
pleasure. Jayce began to unconsciously raise his waist off the floor as the
moment of cilmax approached. Draphen swallowed every drop greedily as the
boy squirmed beneath him. The sucking began to tickle Jayce with pleasure
so great that he cried out, and had to physically force the lordling off
him.

	Looking around after a minute of rest, Draphen saw Satrem jacking
himself off by the wall. He looked as if he could do it forever. Jayce was
staring unwavering at the ceiling; he could be heard whispering to himself
"Am I gay?"

	Draphen crawled over to the older boy and turned him over, granting
better access to the his bum. He traced a finger around the boy's hole and
starting jacking himself off again, he figured he could do with another
one. After a few moments, he felt an arm rest against his thigh. He turned
to see Satrem leaning over his crouch. Draphen dropped his arm and let the
boy engulf his cock. Lying on that shower floor with one boy's pink hole in
his face and another sucking him off, he couldn't help but think life was
good.