Cyberboy

Trevor
"The Fire That Burns Sight"

1. Trevor Meets Konnur

This meant nothing to Trevor, only that he had to dodge quite a few more drunken oafs than usual. His interest was in the lone warrior he'd seen enter the city earlier that day and who now sat at a small table in the corner, sipping his ale in quiet. Clearly a sell-sword, come to town to gain fortune under Willingham's banner… but Trevor suspected more. Men such as this were rare yet he'd seen the like in two who had served his father. Men of fire and iron, whose strength was beyond normal ken. Men whose loyalty once earned was etched in stone; indeed, the sort of man who feared nothing and would risk all for the right price.

As Trevor stepped closer he took in the majesty of the swordsman. He was taller than any other here save for that ugly, brute of a Koskian by the entrance who stood near seven feet [2.10 m] tall and was nearly as wide. But this one was from the northern lands, though the lad couldn't quite place his nationality as his lessons in geography hadn't carried him that far. The man's muscles were firm and pronounced, chiseled as a master artisan would from the finest marble. His hair was dark and long, flowing past his shoulders, and his eyes were stern and penetrating. He wore a leather vest and breech garment and the boots on his feet; preferring the sort of garb that most wore in this hot and humid climate. On him, Trevor thought, it looked spectacular. His presence was augmented by the heavy copper bracers he wore on his forearms, and the long sword that was clasped to the thick belt about his waist. The cloak he had worn into the city had been cast aside for now.

"Well met stranger, welcome to Seneshroud," offered Trevor as he found his way before the small table. Perhaps though it had been too long a moment that the boy's eyes lingered at the thick outline made by the snug leather around the man's loins before extending his greeting. The Northerner took Trevor in at a glance before returning to his drink, shaking his head as from some private joke. The lad cleared his throat to speak again but was quickly rebuffed.

"I've no desire for a lad that would snap in two under me! Ply your trade elsewhere and return when you've more meat on your bones." The ale was finished and the warrior rose as he spoke. He stretched to his full size, like a great cat from slight slumber, and picked up his few items. Trevor's soft features worked from shocked surprise to a smoldering rage.

"How dare you," hissed the boy, his hand shooting out and clutching at the man's wrist. "You think you can insult me and dismiss me in a single phrase?!"

The Northerner would have surely admitted that Trevor had quite a grip if he were in the mood to notice such things. As it was he simply slammed the boy's arm onto the table, freeing himself from the annoyance. He cast one last disparaging look at Trevor's scant attire as if in final evidence and then turned to the stairway and the upper chambers where he'd purchased a room for the evening.

The boy inadvertently looked down at himself and perhaps saw the stranger's point. Other than his sandals and the short cape tied around his neck that hung no further than his waist, he wore nothing but the merest of loin clothes, a slight triangle of soft, clingy doeskin about his front and back. It was held in place by a thin leather strap and did naught but accentuate the proof of his youthful masculinity. Alright then, he did look something comparable to a boy-whore but he'd not been comfortable in real clothes for months, and particularly not in this heated region. Besides, didn't the sword slung over his shoulders, the sheathed dagger tied to his waist and right calf, or the quarter staff in his hand count for anything? Apparently not as he realized again that he was well under five feet [1½ m] in height, with a body that, while well-proportioned and toned, was still smooth, slender and soft looking. Still, he had plans for the Northerner and rejection was not a part of them.

As he made to follow his quarry towards the stairwell, his body was suddenly lifted up and pulled back. He'd not been paying attention and he was now slammed firmly on another round table by a leering, lecherous, drunken soldier. One of the man's friends quickly placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, holding him down while the first pushed against the lad's chest. With his other hand the man stroked and squeezed Trevor's soft penis through the thin garment. "Here boy, no need to be throwin' yourself at one who's not wantin' what ya gots to offer. Me and mine'll show ya a real time!"

The repulsive soldier's hand went to Trevor's face and held him still, while with his other hand he continued to grope. Suddenly he grasped tightly at the boy's testicles, causing Trevor to wince in pain. He leaned in so close to the lad that the boy struggled to turn away from the fetid breath of the drunkard. Cheers and laughter began to roar out from that entire section of the tavern, and there were many calls for the removal of Trevor's clearly bothersome brief so that the rough party could begin in earnest. The soldier smiled with real cruelty as he said, "Looks like you'll be gettin' your fill tonight, laddie!"

He shifted his weight to bring his hand up to Trevor's waist strap and in all the days to come he found he was wholly incapable of remembering what happened next. The boy's right hand, which had never let go of his staff, jerked upward, striking the length of the pole solidly against the excited contents of his would-be rapist's loin cloth. The soldier stiffened with eyes rolled and wrenched himself off Trevor and fell solidly to the floor. His friend behind the table had lost his own grip in surprise and was quickly grabbed. Sitting up now, Trevor's slender arms held his second antagonist clear over his head for a moment before slamming him down onto the first. Considering his predicament he did not bother to appreciate his handiwork but quickly took up his staff again and leapt to his feet.

Two other men made a lunge for him but he performed a sudden twist and flew upward, somersaulting in the air and landing atop another table. His motion nearly caused the small furnishing to upend spilling the drinks of several unsavory gentlemen. Trevor laughed briefly at them before his long, bare legs propelled him to other tables as he spun and slashed out with his quarter staff, striking here and there, enraging as many of the revelers as possible but leaving them no one but each other to vent their wrath.

They got the idea. By the time he'd reached the main counter, the whole place was in a free-for-all!

Breathing heavily from the exertion, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and allowed himself a moment to sit atop the bar and enjoy the spectacle. Someone had left an ale unattended and he quickly downed it, feeling a rush of giddiness within him which spilled out as a high-voiced, pleasant laughter. Glancing about and grinning mischievously, he spied the Northerner looking down amusedly from the walkway of the upper floor. He finally noticed Trevor watching him and smiled down which caused the boy to raise his empty tankard as in salute and then spread his arms out as if in offering. The lad had read somewhere that Northerners like nothing better than a brawl. It seems much of his education was proving less than worthwhile though for the stranger merely shook his head softly and smiled one last time before his powerful frame strode out of view towards his chamber.

Paying no heed to the two men that were advancing on him Trevor stood up bounded across the few remaining tables and onto the stairway. His legs propelled him upwards as he heard the unmistakable sounds of the local militia, come to clean up this sordid, drunken affair. "Hurumph," he sneered. "Some men just can't hold their liquor!"

The din of the main floor made the quiet of the upper chamber seem unearthly. The headiness of the drink he'd just quaffed combined with his sudden exertion, rendered the noises below as a dim echo and causing his eyes to have a difficulty in focusing. He staggered slightly then found his feet again and stepped forward. There was only one room with its door left slightly ajar and he pushed it open. The chamber was sparsely furnished with a single bed, one chair, and a small table and basin. On the bed sat the stranger, his massive body now stripped down to the well-filled breech cloth. Trevor walked in and closed and latched the door behind him. He stretched his arms languidly and then worked the cord and straps that wound about his neck and under one arm to free his cape and sword. Picking them up he carried them to the other side of the bed and placed them on the floor along with his staff and the sheathed dagger whose ties he'd loosened and removed. Now nearly all but naked, he then plopped himself heavily on the bed, bouncing once. He hummed a little tune as he playfully flicked his sandals from his feet. Then he stretched out again with his slim arms and legs and waited, smacking his lips twice.

"Lad, I admire your apparent skill and your obvious courage; but you're still quite a bit small for me. If you need a place to spend the evening, and it's apparent you do, then I'm willing to share my bed. But it ends there!" All this was spoken while the stranger's back was to the boy. As he finished he slowly turned and gripped the blanket, giving it a sudden jerk and spilling Trevor onto the floor. "Now get off the covers!"

The boy did not immediately raise himself. "What's your name?" he inquired while still lying prone.

"Konnur," spoke the man. "I come from Genstal, far to the north, where boys your age know better than to seek the bed of a tried warrior. How young are you anyway? Lads seem smaller in the lowlands."

"Hmmm, don't worry about that. My name's Trevor by the way , it's a pleasure to meet you." His right hand rose above the bed as in greeting and Konnur took it. "Help me up?"

The strong, sinewy arm pulled back, bringing Trevor with it. The lad flung a leg over the bedside and the rest of him quickly followed. He then spread himself on his side, raising one supple leg upward and then bending it, gracefully, at the knee to plant the foot firmly on the bed. He wet his lips once and began to speak in a very reasonable tone. "Now I understand, Konnur, that where you come from maybe an untried youth is considered beneath your notice. But I handled things quite nicely down below, you have to admit, and believe me I've had opportunity to learn and use those weapons on the floor. And besides, don't you find me just a wee bit attractive?"

As Konnur drank in the details of the boy's lithe young form with his eyes, he realized it would be hopeless for him to deny it. The boy's evenly tanned body had all the beauty and grace of tender youth. Perhaps he was twelve years old, but probably not even that. His legs and arms were smooth but firm to the touch as his hand moved out of its own volition. He stroked the lad's chest and felt the young muscle beneath him. His face was soft and rounded with delicate features that would not be unbecoming on a girl but were all the more precious as a boy. His hair was long and dark and untidy as he spread it off the lad's forehead. Soon he was completely over the youth, his hands caressing all about the slender frame. He paused most frequently at the tiny, bikini brief, enjoying the feel of a young boy's soft penis beneath the thin cloth. It pleased him that his ministrations were obviously pleasing by the gradual stiffening of the child's sex.

Trevor's left hand had reached down and deftly drawn the knot that held his waist cord in place so that when Konnur's hand swept down again, it took the little doeskin slip with it. The boy's mouth opened slightly as his small but erect penis was held in the strong hand. The Northerner worked the lad gently, stroking the thin, dagger-like shaft up to the soft head and down to the smooth, tender, balls. Konnur played with him generously. "AAAaaaa…!" The lad quivered, this was attention like he'd not received before. He felt his testicles fondled through his hairless sac and felt the thick fluids flowing within. His excitement built as the full four and a half inches [11 cm] of his penis were drawn up and loved. A special thrill shot through him as Konnur's tongue licked out and caressed his foreskin. "Oh God Konnur, that feels sooooo good!"

Suddenly Trevor tilted his head back and brought his hands up to his head. His whole body stiffened and became absorbed in one purpose but Konnur held the moment out, denying briefly that last ecstasy before finally releasing the lad. Trevor moaned as his throbbing erection pushed out a brief spurt of cum onto his bare waist. He took breath in sudden gasps as he experienced the longest and best climax of his brief career.

As he finished, Konnur stroked him a few more times and with his other hand, petted the lad's hair back again from over his eyes. Then he stood up, intent on reaching for the rag that lay by the water basin across the room. But Trevor reached out and stopped him. "We're not finished yet," he said.

Konnur allowed the lad's hands to turn him around and remove the loin cloth that was still uncomfortably about his waist. The lad was now sitting up on the bed and at the sight of the North Man's bountiful penis he plunged his mouth around it. On the first dive, the lad moistened it, though the tip was rather damp already. On the second he drove down the shaft, licking it all around; and on the third he took it deep into his throat. He held the thick piece of meat there for a while, working his tongue all over it. He pulled back then, clearing his throat briefly before making several more quick motions with his mouth.

Konnur climbed back onto the bed, striding over the boy and pushing his back against the wall. Holding the beautiful head in his hands and stroking Trevor's hair he thrust his beefy dick deep into the boy's mouth, causing him to choke. He pulled back and thrust again, and again. Konnur gave Trevor a severe face-fucking, driving his hot tool over and over down the lad's throat. The youth's mouth was opened wide to accommodate the burly flesh. Finally Trevor began to gurgle and brought his hands up, attempting to push Konnur away. Showing incredible grace for this rude age, Konnur pulled out as he'd been expecting this reaction. Thus he was unprepared to hear a breathless Trevor say, "Alright… I think we're both ready. Let's really do it!"

"Now boy… don't be getting me worked up into something you don't want me doing…" But before Konnur could finish his protestations, Trevor had slipped down on the bed and rolled over. To the swordsman's astonished eyes, the lad raised his firm, round buttocks up by drawing back his knees and bending them while also spreading his legs. Involuntarily, Konnur's hands began to caress and squeeze the smooth, yielding flesh of the boy's butt. His fingers traced the tan-line from the boy's scant brief, following the arrow of pale, white flesh. There they remained poised, trembling slightly from their eagerness. "Lad… Trevor, I don't want to hurt you," he softly spoke.

"Then don't hurt me if you'd rather not, OR hurt me if you really rather would! Just do something!" Trevor's voice was high pitched and irritated, cracking several times. He knew where the fingers were, he knew where he wanted them! He was all moist and ready. Finally, Konnur made the first probe and the lad felt a thrill run through him. He gnashed his head into the mattress as the second knuckle passed into his anus. This was soon followed by a second finger and together they crawled further into the boy. Trevor put his fist into his mouth and bit sharply, it would not do for him to show any sign of weakness. The moments passed as Konnur continued to prepare the brave youngster for what was to come.

The boy quickly began to enjoy the fullness he was feeling inside his passage. The pair of fingers glided in and out, stimulating his flesh. His body was approaching ecstasy and soon… oh soon he would be feeling SO much more. "Ohhhhhh," purred Trevor.

Konnur flipped the boy over and positioned himself around awkwardly; all the while continuing to pleasure his young partner. He now brought his own sex towards the boy's face while inserting a third finger… bringing a bright-eyed look of delight from Trevor and explicit cry of pleasure. But when the man offered his cock towards the lad's mouth, Trevor shook his head disagreeably and began to voice in boyish protestation about just what he could and could not handle!

Before he had the chance Konnur said, "I know where you want it, boy… but it's dry again. And I think we'll need as much lubrication as possible."

Trevor lunged up with his head, mouth agape to take the thrusting tool deeply, and lapped his tongue all around. He reached around with his willowy arms and gripped firmly around the man's neck and shoulders. He slurped more than sucked and created as much moisture as possible.

This continued until the moaning of a boy in a state of desperate need and longing soon become too much for Konnur. He drew his fingers and erection out of their respective places while Trevor breathlessly jumped up and resumed a postion on all fours. The Northerner placed a hand firmly at the boy's waist to bracing him while also taking his mighty shaft in the other hand and guiding it to the small, now-reddened crack of the lad's hole. He was long past caring about age and size and did not notice as Trevor looked behind himself at what was approaching with a mixed expression of fear and anticipation.

The head of his huge penis pressed against the tiny gateway and he started to push. Slowly the lad's flesh began to yield and the full helmet of Konnur's erection began to creep into him. Trevor's head tilted back from the ever-increasing pressure, electricity shot through him and his sphincter muscle desperately began to push against the gradual intrusion. Konnur applied more force, determined now to enter the boy's tight opening. The lad's legs shifted in a constant and desperate struggle to stand his ground. His small body writhed slightly and he emitted soft whimpers. The solid, round head of Konnur's erection seemed unable to find further purchase but the man would not be denied. Grunting savagely, he steeled himself and gave a forceful push.

Trevor could not help but yell as the long, thick shaft was shoved down into his rectum. The lad's anus swelled enormously to permit the hot, pulsing mass of the Northerner. Tears rolled freely down the boy's cheeks as Konnur pushed himself in and held himself. Trevor cried and moaned in pain, he spread his legs as wide as he could to better accept the enormously hard penis. He tossed his head back and forth and gritted his teeth as Konnur was worked into the best position. Soon Trevor felt his whole body relax as the painful tension left him. This, finally and ultimately, was what he wanted, and though his face was wet and his voice was shaky and ragged, he managed to speak, "Ca-c'mon, go ahead! Wh-what are you waiting for…?"

Now Konnur pulled the girth of his erection back and drove it further in. Again and again he pushed into the boy, working the lad into shape. The steady motions soon became sudden, deep thrusts as the man grew more excited. Trevor was working with him, pressing back with his butt, holding his knees in brace, all that he could do to take more and more of Konnur. Large, powerful hands were questing all over the boy, loving him and caressing him. His own small, slender penis was hard again but he could never shoot twice in one day. Besides, that sensation was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now.

The heavy shaft had slowed down, pulling tantalizingly far out before flowing back in. Twice Konnur had fully removed himself only to immediately plunge again into the lad's eager flesh, eliciting peels of gleeful giggling both times. Trevor could not help but compare this to the despot, Jarlsbad, much as he hated to have memories of pleasure with that cruel man. But Konnur was better, SO much better! The incredible ripeness and power of his love wrenched gasp after gasp from him. Everything else was forgotten. The loss, the pain, the degradation, the blood, and the long-long journey… all of that melted away. "ohhhh… I was born to have Konnur take me… to drive his savage manhood into my callow boy's body time and time again!" he thought to himself.

Konnur delighted in the lad's enjoyment, feverish himself to find what sudden motion would issue delight or a shocked shout from the temerarious child. He knew the sensations Trevor was feeling must be intense as he could feel the tight fit of the boy's insides against his invading, rock-hard penis. The power he held, to offer pain or pleasure by the slightest difference in movement, could keep him firm as steel for days. The lad himself was a wonder, alternating in his high-pitched whimpers and twisted contortions and his wanton pleadings for more! How a mere boy of Trevor's slight size could find this rough coupling as anything but excruciating agony was beyond him. But when the cracking voice of the child called out to be more and completely ravaged, Konnur finally lost all control. His mighty hands held the boy's waist in an unbreakable grip and he began to bear down much more heavily into the delicate flesh of the lad. Jabbing harder and harder with his mammoth cock, he twisted his pelvis to create ever more powerful, quick thrusts. He finally worked his full, thick, nine-inch [23 cm] length into his precious young lover. The sound of his hairy testicles slapping against Trevor's smooth buttocks, filled the small room.

The boy was also beyond any coherent thought, crying out in exquisite pain and pleasure, pleading for Konnur to take him ever more forcefully. His insides throbbed from the exertion, his whole body was shoved back with every smashing blow into his young and tender anus. It was an ordeal of ecstasy. Then suddenly, Konnur went rigid, throwing his head back as he held his body firm in place; letting the swelling build. Trevor braced himself and they both let out a shout as the steamy juice of Konnur's cum pulsed majestically into the lad's body. Nothing had prepared the youngster for the all-consuming orgasm of this invincible man of the north. His insides were on fire as Konnur's potency shot through him. Hot and thick, the vital cream poured in a continuous flow from the man and into the boy… wave upon crashing wave. They cried and gasped and roared together as their trembling bodies became as one.

It was some time later before Konnur pulled himself from Trevor, eliciting one final, weary gasp from the spent youth. The man flipped onto his back, covered with sweat and aching from his exertion. The boy simply did not move. Both of them had breaths to catch and bodies that needed to settle down.

It was Trevor who spoke first, "I… I think we're going to need a new bed. Thi… this one's all wet."

"I'll talk to the innkeeper, right away." Neither moved, they both just laughed till it hurt. Konnur placed his arm around the naked boy and drew him close, and Trevor cuddled up next to him. The youth reached his hand to Konnur's shoulder and drew himself up to the man's face. He felt a large hand caress the back of his neck reassuringly and the boy drew down and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss was returned deeply and sincerely and they embraced together, long and hard.

When they finally broke free of each other, Trevor pulled himself atop Konnur, rubbing his moist and tender penis playfully into the massive chest of his older lover. He smiled into the man's face, shook his head slightly and softly laughed. Then he said, "I'm too tired to go into it now, but tomorrow there are some things we've got to do. We'll talk about it then." With a soft sigh he rolled off Konnur and took his place, tucked in at the man's side. Konnur petted the lad and watched the boy's weary eyes close and felt his gentle, regular breathing as he fell asleep.

"A boy who can outfight trained soldiers and make love better than a courtesan… I wonder what I've gotten myself into this time?" Thus mused Konnur before falling to slumber himself.

2. Linius the Procurer

Konnur turned to watch the naked boy as he strode regally across the room to the corner. He admired the youthful form, delighting in its smallness and distinct grace. Trevor held his tender dick in his hands, stroking himself gently. He tapped his left foot behind him, his smooth, sleek leg moved up and down, the calf muscle balling up each time as he waited. Finally his head tilted slightly as he began to shoot piss into the metal pot in the corner, giggling as he sprinkled from side to side. He knew that Konnur was looking at him perform his ablutions but there was certainly no need for the lad to feel self-conscious about that. The man's fully erect, huge penis had been up the boy's small anus only hours before.

Konnur was well pleased with what he saw. With the light of day, he could see how young the lad really was. Perhaps barely twelve, the boy was of a size which had always interested Konnur but had never experienced as the length and thickness of his own manhood tended to give such lads great pause. Trevor, he knew, had experienced some pain during their initial love-making, quite a bit by his howling, actually. Yet the boy was clearly willing to endure it for the intense pleasure that followed. Indeed, he seemed to react with eagerness to the sensations of pain as well. This was clearly going to be a rewarding relationship.

Shaking his little dick slightly after his piss, Trevor adjusted his stance slightly, providing his adult lover a better view. The boy's tanned, slender frame was without blemish or the slightest indication of body hair. He let his right foot slip back which cocked his hip a bit, striking a sexy pose of his lean, lithe boy's body. Konnur stared, eyeing the lad up and down with eyes like searchlights. He was briefly perplexed to see such slight and undefined musculature on this child whom he'd watched perform feats as would suggest greater strength and body definition. The onslaught of puberty was still clearly some time away for this lad, though he'd performed quite proficiently the night before…in all things.

Noticing Konnur's confusion but preferring to ignore it, Trevor ran his hand through his tangled, dark hair, and brushed it from his forehead and behind his ears; aptly framing his delicate, facial features. He gingerly stepped over to where he'd dropped his main garment, a slight loincloth, and scooped it up. The boy placed it to his face and sniffed, wrinkling his nose at the smell and muttering something about needing a bath. He then drew it between his legs and tucked his small genitalia in the soft, doeskin pouch. Tilting his head and reaching behind somewhat awkwardly, he struggled to re-fasten the leather tie-strap about his thin waist. He smiled sheepishly as he adjusted the tiny bikini-brief slightly, pulling the back of it out from the crack between his smooth, round buttocks. He picked up the remainder of his effects: dagger, short sword, quarter staff and small cloak, and stepping into his sandals, moved before Konnur. "Well, come on. We've got things to do," said the boy.

Konnur had moved over and now cupped the lad's sex in his hand, rubbing through the soft fur. The stripling maintained an air of coolness, giving no indication of enjoyment to this sensation. He placed his hands at his waist and spoke in an exasperated voice, "We're getting a late enough start as it is! There'll be time enough for that later."

Konnur's second hand went around the boy's back, caressing the firm cheeks of the full bottom. As the man's large fingers slipped between the covering of the slip, the lad decided to get forceful. He surged forward, pushing Konnur back onto the bed with the lad landing atop. "That's enough!" he cried.

Trevor sat on the man's chest, his legs over either side. He held Konnur's hands in his own and clearly was straining to maintain this position. The man laughed, and casually attempted to break the hold. He was more than surprised when he failed.

Konnur let out a grunt of approval, grinned mischievously, and applied more pressure. And again he failed. Then he set in with real determination, while the youth scrunched in low, straining and placing his teeth-gritted face before Konnur's. This unusual tableaux continued for some time, man and boy struggling against each other. Finally Konnur managed to shift his weight, unbalancing the much lighter Trevor who, with a startled cry, was tossed across the length of the room.

Landing catlike on his hands and feet, the boy looked up warily as Konnur, face flushed with anger and exertion, arose from the bed. They remained motionless for several moments before Konnur relaxed and brushed his long and unruly hair from his own face. He smiled disarmingly, attempting to calm the worried boy. "Very well lad, we'll do things your way. I suppose in fact I should apologize for trying to force things. But listen boy," he said as he stepped before Trevor and placed his hand gently upon the lad's supple shoulder, "Your manner of dress is… enticing to say the least. Lad's who willingly sell themselves cover their virtues more prominently. Just last night you might have been forced to experience the attentions of a room full of drunken men!"

"So? How do you know I wouldn't like it? You said I wouldn't enjoy you because you'd be too big for me, didn't you? You see… I'm full of surprises, Konnur. And I'll dress as I please! Don't worry, there'll be time enough for us to romp together later, but there are other things to do in the daylight." Trevor rose up to his full, unimposing height and spoke in a commanding, almost royal, voice which had a very proper air about it. "Now finish dressing yourself and let's get out of this stinky room."

The boy strode away from Konnur with obvious indifference, pausing only to pick up his weapons, and then cross over to the door. There he armed himself in his fashion, sheathed dagger tied to the waist strap of his loincloth, and short sword slung behind his back and under his cape. He simply held his staff and stood there waiting patiently for Konnur. The man shrugged while shaking his head and finished dressing himself for the day.

It was late in the afternoon before they completed the purchases Trevor required in the marketplace. The boy kept coins in a pocket of his short cape which he used to pay for everything, though he graciously allowed Konnur to purchase their two meals of the day. The man let several of the items go without comment, but the sixty feet [20 m] of rope seemed unusual and deserving of an inquiry. He did not get an answer though, until they were out of earshot of any listeners. "Oh, wouldn't you agree that the Tower of Kamal Shadrok cannot be more than fifty feet [15 m] tall?"

"What's that got to do with buying rope, lad, and I'd better like this answer!" growled Konnur.

The boy spoke with disarmingly innocent tones, "But the tower is quite sheer and could not possibly be climbed without rope." Seeing that another acidic question was forth-coming he added, "How else can we get inside to loot the place and make our fortunes?"

Konnur stroked his chin with his hand as they strode along. "Fabulous treasure, eh lad?"

Trevor looked up and nodded eagerly.

The man paused against a building, tilting his head up to the sky as if in deep contemplation. "No real danger to speak of though, I'd imagine. Wouldn't you say, my trustworthy, little friend?"

Trevor continued to grin boyishly and nod.

"I suppose you watched me enter the city yesterday, a big, brawny northerner who looks like the sort who wouldn't avoid a bit of skullduggery if there were a big enough purse in it. And new to the area too, an extra bonus! Well boy, there's just one little problem."

Konnur suddenly reached out and grabbed Trevor at the shoulders. He then spun around, pinning the boy against the building's wall. "I've been here before!" snarled the man. "And I know that Kamal Shadrok is a wizard and any man fool enough to attempt to steal from him has never been heard from again!" Trevor struggled but this time was held in an iron grip beyond his ability to break. "Now suppose you tell me what's so valuable to be worth throwing away your young life as well as my own?"

The boy continued to try to twist out of the man's hold, writhing, with his tender back pressed and scraping against the rough wall. Again, it was to no avail. "Let… go!" he cried. "You're… hurting me!!"

He let out a yelp as Konnur released him and he stumbled to the dirt. The lad remained motionless for a moment, attempting to collect himself. He started to rise and Konnur helped him, though once the lad regained his feet he quickly jumped several steps away, glaring death at his adult partner. The boy turned his back, rubbing his shoulders as they hunched slightly, up and down.

The man slowly approached him and turned him around just as Trevor was vainly attempting to wipe tears from his eyes. "I'm under an enchantment," he said, his voice quivering. "You've noticed I'm… stronger than any normal boy my age. Well, that's true, I'm as strong as any man and more so than most," he stared up at Konnur with a wounded look in his eye. "But I still feel pain like a boy and… you were hurting me."

The wounded boy danced two steps away, pawing away at his eyes. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I feel like a fool. A cry-baby, child!"

Konnur gravely moved forward and put his hands to the lad's face with real affection. "Trevor, forgive me. You struggled so strongly against me before that I knew I had to use all my strength to hold you. It simply didn't occur to me that our roughhousing could hurt you. Accept my apologies, please."

Trevor nodded briefly, offering a slight, sad-eyed smile.

"Are you feeling better now? Shoulder's not so sore?" asked Konnur as he caressed the coppery skin of the lad's upper body.

The boy indicated that he was fine.

"Good. Now suppose you tell me," said Konnur as he gently but firmly placed his open hand against the boy's chest and pushed him back against the wall, "the answer to my last question!"

Trevor pressed his back against the wall and took Konnur's large hand inside both of his own. He peered up at the man with wide-opened eyes and a trusting look. "It's only a rumor that he's a wizard, probably not powerful at all. Nothing to be afraid of." The man's stare told the boy that he wasn't satisfied. Trevor lifted Konnur's hand up and caressed it against his own soft, pretty cheek. "It's said that he has a particular item in his possession, something I need."

This wasn't working either, so he turned his attention to the hand, opening his mouth and tenderly licking the strong fingers with his damp tongue. He did this slowly and exotically, brushing his lithe thigh against Konnur's powerful legs and working himself into a state of obvious excitement that could not be hidden by his dress. Indeed, his boyish sex strained almost painfully against the tight confines of his bikini-brief. Yet when he lifted his head to gaze at Konnur he saw that there was absolutely no change in the man's reaction at all.

"Very well," he said in a matter-of-fact tone as he let the hand drop. "It's a special stone or gem (I'm not sure) that will prevent a certain man from being able to find me. One who could otherwise do so and doesn't exactly think of me with fondness. He's a sorcerer."

"It's hard to imagine, lad, someone who could actually wish ill upon you." Konnur's tone held all the sarcasm he could muster. "Now a sorcerer, eh? Isn't that rather like a wizard? I thought you weren't much afraid of wizards?"

Trevor pushed past him and stopped to pick up his staff where it had fallen in their struggle. "I WOULDN'T be afraid if he were only of the stature of Kamal Shadrok. Maybe Kamal's the sort to make strong men from the north tremble, but Seneshroud is a small city, and its local wizard is quite killable. Believe me. Still, I wouldn't mind help and there really is certain likely to be plenty of other bits of loot for the taking. Besides…" he paused as he readjusted himself, flicking his cape behind him and cocking his hips just so with one hand at his waist. "…I thought you liked me. Well, maybe I was wrong."

They stood silent for a moment until Konnur finally spoke. His eyes had quested up and down Trevor's frame several times and he had to confess that he'd never before seen a more desirable boy. The youth's thin erection was beginning to soften in the tiny pouch but was still a very inviting sight. If the lad was to be believed, and maybe he shouldn't be, his life was in danger unless he gained this item. Now Konnur wasn't much interested in magic, and there were also things such as Trevor's lack of a truthful nature for which he was not entirely fond. But the child was absolutely gorgeous, willing if not eager for sex, and even quite able to take care of himself as a traveling companion in these dangerous times. He was worth a risk or two, even with a wizard. "Alright Trevor, as you say. We'll… kill this man and take whatever he has that we want. But first, what say you tell me whatever you know off this walking corpse, eh?"

Trevor stepped forward, all smiles. As he passed though, Konnur gave him a resounding spank on his supple bottom, causing him to yelp like a little boy! Konnur then took the lead with bold strides, the lad having to trot briskly to maintain the pace, while rubbing his reddened behind for a brief time.

They talked for a long while, Trevor often having to speak very fast in a near-breathless voice. They talked as they wandered further away from the market place and deeper into the city. They talked in hushed tones as they circled the walls about the garden that surrounded the great tower of Kamal. They spoke of plans and needs as they devoured what at least one of them imagined might be their last dinner together.

They were having problems with their mode of entry. Both of them had heard of strange guardians that prowled the garden but neither knew of their true nature. Such lack of information made it difficult to imagine what they'd need to overcome those mysterious trials. They abruptly ceased their hushed plotting as they were interrupted by a soft but pleasant voice. "Well now, here's a likely looking lad."

A handsome, young man of apparently wealthy means, judging by his expensive clothing, advanced towards the pair from several tables away. His hair was blond and short cut in the fashion of the local court. He wore a brightly coloured silk tunic with gold trimming and a billowing red cloak. His legs were long and smooth and he wore golden laced sandals on his feet. Around his neck was a chain bearing a jade stone with a strange symbol engraved in gold. A jewel-hilted, scabbarded sword was fastened at his waist. He was tall and of slender build, though of good proportions, and in fine physical condition. His face was handsome, still full of youth, and he had an easy, likable manner and a winning smile. "I see you've both finished your meal. Please, allow me to provide ale and join you."

The pair had hit an impasse in their planning anyway and Konnur could tell that the boy was intrigued by the fey newcomer. He gestured to the open chair at their table and the youthful nobleman took it as he waved to the innkeeper for three tankards of the finest. Then he spoke, "My name is Linius, by the way."

They gave their own names as he scooted his chair closer to Trevor and eyed the boy thoroughly. "Now little Trevor here wouldn't happen to be your… son, by any chance would he, Konnur?"

Konnur took a quaff of the ale brought to him before replying in the negative, which was a pleasing answer to Linius. The young dandy took several strands of Trevor's hair between his fingers and stroked them gently. To this Trevor turned, preparing to forcefully express his lack of enthusiasm towards the man's uninvited forwardness, but he was cut short by Linius' next statement.

"Please, I hope this isn't too awkward a thing to say. I… procure eye-pleasing youngsters for certain gentlemen in the city. You look like the sort of boy who's no stranger to a man's interests," he continued, glancing over at Konnur. "I can guarantee you an evening of exotic pleasures and a rich reward in the company of one of the finest citizens of Seneshroud." Linius paused for a drink of his ale.

The boy looked at him curiously, a half-smile creeping across his face. His fertile, young imagination was bubbling with images of how it would be as he clubbed the lecherous fop to a pulp with his staff. But then the young man continued. "Are you intrigued, pretty lad?" purred Linius. "You should be? Not many young boys are called upon to service a man as important as Kamal Shadrok."

Trevor immediately turned away and scooped up his untouched tankard and took a deep draught. It was too long a drink really, but he couldn't think of anything else to do to cover up the immense joy he was feeling at Linius' offer. He set the tankard down and feeling slightly buzzed, turned back to Linius with the best perturbed-look he could muster under the circumstances. "Do you take me for a boy-whore?"

The courtier took no notice. "Not at all, lad. But it's an opportunity that probably shouldn't be wasted. It's clear you're a game enough lad… heh-heh. Judging by your companion."

Konnur rose, threateningly. "I'm not sure I like the way that sounded, little man."

Now Linius looked somewhat flustered, waving his arms in front of himself and blustering. "Please, my friend, please! Do not take offense. I was simply commenting on the rather extreme size difference between you two… and your obvious (ahem) capabilities." This last he said while staring full at the very prominent bulge in Konnur's loin cloth. "An evening with Kamal is… quite an adventure," he added, briefly turning his attention back to Trevor before looking back to reassure Konnur. "Most boys don't appreciate that much adventure. But I imagine little Trevor here would enjoy it quite a bit… wouldn't you lad?"

Tossing his head back with a brave expression, the boy answered, "I'm not afraid, if that's what you mean. And no one's yet done anything with me that I didn't like."

"That's the spirit," said Linius softly as he leaned in close to Trevor and touched the lad's supple shoulder. His head snapped back quickly and then again leaned forward to take one brief sniff to confirm his suspicion. He then pulled back again quite quickl;y and thoroughly, as though he'd been struck a terrible blow. "Well, you will need a bath first, that's for certain. So… let's finish our drink and leave this rather filthy place." Linius made to rise and downed the remainder of his tankard in one draught.

To his good credit, Linius did not expect that Konnur was to abandon the boy into his safe keeping, even going so far as insisting that the three of them enjoy the bath house and then all visit the great Tower. "Of course," he said jokingly, "only young Trevor here will be allowed in the bed chamber."

And so they went.

Trevor had been a long time from experiencing a sunken bath, while it was a like certainty that Konnur had never done so. It was an extreme pleasure to both. Linius was of course on a first name basis with the proprietor, so he thought nothing of it. The warm waters were invigorating and made the trio feel quite relaxed in their mutual nakedness.

Linius skin was smooth and white, untanned and pure, as a proper young nobleman. There was slight blond fuzz around his own well endowed penis and testicles. He was not soft, but rather possessed the firm, toned muscles of a champion swimmer or, in his case, a fencer. About Trevor and his appearance, much has already been said; though Linius clapped with delight to see the tan line imposed on the boy by the constant wearing of his skimpy bikini. Linius was also well pleased with Konnur who stood six feet, five inches [1.95 m] in height and wore more than 250 pounds [115 kg] upon his frame. All of it was powerful muscle. His body was tanned a deep brown all over and his eyes were as dark as his thick, black hair. Linius thought he looked magnificently menacing, powerful and dangerous. He admired the boy for having even considered approaching the man at whatever circumstances in which they met. Further, looking at the massive tool which hung between Konnur's legs, he marveled at the youth's capacity for enduring in the pursuit of pleasure.

This attribute of the child interested him as he sat in the pool of water next to the lad. Trevor was clean now and much more pleasing to touch. He put his arm around the boy and tucked him in close. Trevor looked up, a little surprised but smiling. His tone hinted of playful sarcasm."I thought I was for this nobleman you mentioned."

"Well," said Linius with a grin, "I suppose I really should be certain of your ability to perform."

Trevor nodded slightly and found himself lifted up and placed across the man's muscular legs, facing outward. A smooth hand quickly found its way to the lad's penis and stroked him generously. The boy sighed and leaned back, feeling Linius' erection pressed against his back and the man's stomach. He turned his head to smile willingly into the man's face, who happily smiled back. After a bit more stroking though, it was clear to Trevor that this did not interest him nearly as much as the thought of a man's erection plunging deep within him. He reached back with his hands and pushed away from the side of the small pool; floating the brief distance across where he was now beside Konnur. There he braced his hands against the edge of the pool, bent himself slightly and looked behind with a sensual, welcoming grin.

Linius got the message.

He strode across the water and caressed the back of the boy with his hands. He paused at the lad's slender hips and then smoothed around the soft and pliant butt cheeks. Linius leaned over Trevor and nibbled at his ear before whispering to him, "I know how you like it, I was exactly like you at your age." He paused, and then bit the ear sharply, causing Trevor to yelp. "Just so you know… I don't play teasing games. I am going to fuck you very hard!"

With that he held the boy firmly at the waist, lifted him up slightly, and shoved his own dick firmly into the tiny hole of the lad's rectum. Trevor's mouth opened wide as he felt himself suddenly pushed upward. "AAAAAAA!!" His feet dangled above the pool floor as he let out the first of many cries. Linius did not so much work his own tool, but rather played the boy's slight body, shifting him and shoving him and pulling him by the tight grip he held at Trevor's waist. The boy felt himself impaled over and over again, each time eliciting a sharp, wounded gasp from his young lips.

Linius decided to alter the position, stepping back and pushing the boy so that he was sprawled lengthwise in the water. Trevor continued to hold on to the side as Linius could now use him with far greater force. The man's erection was long and bulging in the center, and he took pains to plunge every bit of it into the small and tender anus. Trevor breathed in time with the butt strokes he was experiencing, taking in hard, heavy gasps of air. The lad happened to glance up and look, wide-eyed, at Konnur. He coughed as he took in a swallow of water but managed a brave smile. The grin disappeared quickly as his head snapped back from the sudden exertion Linius had made within him. The man was putting the full force of his body into ravaging the little boy, it sent a pulsing throb throughout Trevor's entire frame and he started to quiver. This sensation continued and might have caused Konnur to worry but he heard the lad mutter the words, "ohhh-hh, don't stop…!"

Rearing back, Linius pulled the submissive child from the light grip that connected him to the pool side. He plunged the boy's head and body under the water and held him down by exerting pressure again at his waist. He pulled the lad back as he plunged his own thrillingly hard flesh further inside Trevor's bowels. Slender legs flailed and splashed above the water as Linius continued to hold Trevor's body in the awkward and painful position, allowing the boy up only for quick gasps of air. Trevor's own thin, penis was mercilessly stiff, needing no further coaxing than the immense pressure to his prostate to surge his own boy-cum into the water. His teeth clenched and he shuddered violently from the awesome pain and pleasure. His rectum tightened like a vise against the man's invading cock, opening and closing with force as the boy's orgasm spent itself.

Konnur was amazed, he knew Linius would be sore pressed to hold the boy if he truly wanted to be free or even if the lad suddenly got frantic. Only a part of him was that analytical though, and a small part at that. The rest of him was focused on his own raging erection and his need to satisfy it. He watched patiently but finally chose not to wait for any signal. He stepped away from the side and approached Linius who paused in his work long enough to nod. Konnur went behind him and pressed him over slightly in a position not dissimilar to that which Linius had earlier held Trevor. The young man cocked back in shock as Konnur thrust his thick, northern meat into the noble's own, well-shaped hole.

This did nothing to calm Trevor's experience. If anything, Linius was more forceful and the boy felt he was now being fucked by two men instead of one. He snatched a mouth full of air and was forced again into the water. This became his eternity, he imagined, it had been going on forever! The deep fixture of hot man-sex invading deeper and ever deeper into his yielding boy-tail. Then suddenly, Linius' thrusting tool went up further than ever before! The boy mouth went wide, filling with water as it seemed he could feel it in his stomach, crashing through his chest, even thudding against the base of his skull! It was like a man's clenched fist punching and jabbing long and hard within his small, confining rectum, the gateway to his soul. He was far beyond his own orgasm. It-Became-Only-An-Ordeal-Of-Stabbing-Pain! This was too much, and he made a soundless, plaintive cry in the water. He desperately needed air… He had to get up and breath and then… ohhhh, and then… the explosion!!

The ravaged boy's throat gulped and water flushed into his lungs. Linius' erection ceased it's thrusting but pulsed mightily, pumping stream after stream of man-cum throughout the lad's small form. The man's hard-on grew huge within him, threatening to tear his whole body apart. The entire sensation was too much for the child, red lights flashed before him and then grew black. His body, which had been quite active in its struggles, grew still.

Linius had finished his own climax which was fortunate as Trevor's final thrashings had hurled both he and Konnur to the other end of the pool. Linius was stunned but Konnur had the frame of mind to push the nobleman off him and toss him aside, quickly splashing towards the floating boy. He scooped Trevor up in his muscular arms and carried him out of the pool. He bent him over, causing the lad to choke. Konnur pushed in on the boy's stomach and expelled the water he'd swallowed. Soon Trevor was gasping and taking in air again. He rolled over on the tiled floor and lay still for several minutes, regaining his composure. Konnur sat next to him, watching the boy with sincere and fatherly interest. "You had me worried there," he finally said.

Trevor stared adoringly into Konnur's face, with one hand at his forehead and another stroking his own, slim body. Then he grinned mischievously and his eyes sparkled. "Oh, were you concerned that you weren't going to get your turn?"

Linius' sharp laughter sprang up and filled the room, followed by the lad's own soft giggling, and finally Konnur's loud guffaws. When it all subsided, Trevor reached over and stroked Konnur's still erect tool and said, "I did mean it. I certainly expect you to have me too."

To which Konnur leaned in and replied, "I know."

3. The Visitor from Beyond

Kamal took a sip of the wine he'd poured for himself. He was a tall, elder man with long, reddish hair streaked with white. He was bearded as well, though short cropped and shaded as his hair. His eyes were full of mystery and darkness, his nose long and sharp. The whole of his face suggested powerful, cruel urgings that would, perhaps, never wear a smile of true satisfaction. He was dressed in a brilliantly-coloured robe and wore bright gems on his fingers and round his neck. His manner and bearing were princely but subdued. Though he seemed within the twilight of his years, he stood straight and strong, with fire undiminished by scores of life. He reclined upon a grand seat and gestured the child to approach him.

With his arms at his side the boy delicately padded across the floor with the bearing of a young prince. He felt the man's firm hand upon him as soon as he was within reach. Kamal said nothing as he examined the smooth, soft touch of the boy's tender flesh. From his shoulder to the pink nipples of his young breasts, down his flat, trim stomach and around his slender waist. The wizard's free hand explored the boy's long, slim legs and up again to his thigh. A gentle squeeze at the lad's young penis and testicles through the soft doeskin brief brought a mild smile to Trevor's lips, which was apparently pleasing to his evening's new master. Kamal set his goblet down and with his other hand, reached to the rear of the boy, running his fingers across the firm, round buttocks, reaching inside the yielding, little slip and moving down along the crack of the lad's lovely behind.

As always, Trevor found this sort of attention to be wildly pleasing. His mouth opened and contorted in response to Kamal's passionate probing, and both enjoyed this for several moments. Finally, the eager boy glanced behind him, hopefully, at the richly draperied bed. Kamal replaced his hands to the lad's waist and shook him slightly. "Well, you're certainly a most willing boy, and quite capable judging by your rather large companion. But no rush lad, quite a night awaits you, quite a night."

Something in the wizard's voice caused an involuntary shudder throughout Trevor's slight frame but then his eyes were caught by a small gemstone at the end of a golden chain which wound about a small stand on Kamal's desk. When he was of the frame of mind to look away, he'd realized he'd stared at it too long to ignore without arousing suspicion in the mind of his patron. Thus he put on the quizzical smile of a child and asked, "What is that crimson gem, noble sir? It catches the scant light of the room and holds it as a flame within."

Kamal looked at Trevor curiously. "You are a remarkable little lad aren't you? Most cannot perceive the light that burns within that gem, a fire that can burn sight. Most curious." The wizard pondered the boy, scanning him up and down, his mind clearly considering different matters than before. Then he took another drink and sat back, eyeing the entirety of the beautiful boy as Trevor posed to restore his pleasure. Soon Kamal stared with the clear desire that Trevor had seen many times in other men. "I think I should get on with you after all," he smiled.

With that the man stood and took Trevor up in his arms, briskly moving towards the bed. Being carried like a child did not bother Trevor in the slightest, his mind was swimming with his desire. Kamal hurled them both down, landing atop the boy's small frame, taking his breath away. Trevor squirmed and giggled as he wriggled upward, to place his head upon the pillow. Kamal was intoxicated with the boy's body, caressing and rubbing, feeling the pleasure of the youthful form beneath him. He suckled at the lad's breast, licking and nibbling at the now-hard point of the child's nipples. Trevor felt the hardness of the man's sex pressing against his lithesome thigh even while hot kisses smothered his face and hands passionately tugged at his little brief. The youth thought he was surprisingly vital for a man of his age, and briefly considered enjoying the sex first. But he knew that Kamal would never be more distracted than he was now. Slowly, the boy's small hand reached across to the side table next to the bed and took up the heavy, silver candle-stick. Smiling with child-like glee and then staring into the lustful face of the man with feigned passion, he raised the makeshift weapon high above the wizard's head.

Konnur and Linius were several chambers away, in the tower's greeting room. Though events were playing out in their favor, quite beyond their wildest dreams in fact, Konnur was not pleased at the results. *The boy* had wanted some token which he called The Fire That Burns Sight, and to get it they had considered storming this tower. But the opportunity presented itself for *the boy* to serve the master of the tower for the evening with his quite comely body. It was assumed that *the boy* would have no difficulty in underhandedly subduing the wizard at some moment and gaining the treasure. What then was the problem? Could it be that in the short time that he'd known *the boy* he'd become so attached to him that he could not abide the thought of him being alone with another man, his perfect body pawed and used? Even in pretense and only for a short while? The Northerner was a proud, strong man who had never bound himself with anyone before. Now this pretty, young lad had ensnared him in some sort of spell he could not imagine breaking, or even consider wanting to break! Surely it was *the boy* who was the wizard and not this poor fool, Kamal Shadrok. No, Konnur was not at all pleased.

"More wine!" he snarled at Linius.

The handsome, young nobleman quickly obliged, filling the powerful fighter's goblet to the rim for the fourth time. The Northerner's movements were becoming sluggish, noticed Linius, his eyes becoming less focused. Linius crossed again to his seat and watched the barbarian gulp the heady wine and continue in his inarticulate mumblings. And as he sat there and watched his victim slip slowly but surely into a deep slumber, Linius' clean, soft features were offset by a smile of dark and twisted intent.

Trevor found that he could not lower his arm, nor get any sort of response from other parts of his body. Kamal lifted his head and looked full into the lad's face with a murderous stare. "So, there IS more to you and your story than it would first appear. Tell me boy, what did you hope to gain in the Tower of Kamal Shadrok?"

The boy struggled against the force which had wrenched control of his mind but found he could not resist. Succinctly he stated the purpose of his quest. Kamal rose from the bed with a start, upraising his right hand over the prostrate figure and then slapping it hard across the boy's face. Trevor's cheek reddened instantly from the impact, but did not move. He was held, helpless, blows could fall like raindrops upon him and he could not turn away. Chained… a prisoner again. Locked in the room and waiting…!

The wizard's eyes blazed with fury as he exerted his pressure against Trevor's anguished brain. His anger not at all subsiding as he spat out words, "I'm sure there's quite a story behind you, brat, but I fear it will go untold. You, I think, are best dealt with as soon as possible. There is quite a strength of will behind you, my luscious little lad, and I'd best have done with you before you manage to break my spell. Come along now."

Mechanically, the youth found purchase on the floor and followed his gesturing master. At Kamal's touch, a side of the wall opened, revealing a flight of stairs leading down into gloomy darkness. The man stood aside to allow the boy to pass and then followed. Trevor's mind was all a-jumble, he could not focus his own thoughts above the overriding commands of the wizard. Kamal spoke words as they made their descending flight but they fell as autumn leaves just outside of his perception. Fiercely, the boy continued to fight the sinister control, and as they reached the lowest depths of the magician's home, he was able to hear Kamal Shadrok say, "And finally, I wouldn't be expecting much help from your brutish companion. By now he has no doubt consumed enough drugged wine to have placed an entire village of doltish barbarians to sleep. He shall be attended to later, but for now I am solely at your pleasure… my sweet, dear boy."

Kamal led the mostly-naked child to the edge of a great pit in the basement. The yawning open space before his feet was scarcely discernible, even with the pale greenish light that now glowed about Kamal's hand. He raised that hand above a large brazier held up on a tripod stand, and fire burst to life within the copper bowl. The foreboding chamber came into view in the burning light, though the very base of the pit was still in darkness. Gloomy stone surrounded them. A few steps away from the brazier stood a small altar with an ancient book open upon it. The rest of the room was barren save for a corner which had an assortment of children's clothing and belongings, carelessly tossed in a pile. Kamal took his place behind the altar and Trevor followed the bidding that placed him before it. He was directly in front of the pit, the toes of his feet curled around the edge.

"The gods of true power are dark, boy, and demand gifts in return for their favors. In my humble ability I have obtained the presence of a visitor who, by the appeasement of his particular appetites, is sharing with me the secrets of the cosmos. Perhaps, given a freer rein he would not be so willing, but on this earthly plane he is something of a slave to his own desires. Oh yes, though you would find it difficult to describe him one way or the other, in the manner in which it will become MOST significant to you, poor boy, the visitor is most definitely a He!"

Trevor's whole body quivered and trembled as the wizard turned his attention towards a passage in the great tome before him and read aloud in an unearthly, gibbering tongue. Sweat beaded on his tanned body and a sick and dismal sensation crawled up from his stomach. He fought with all his strength and will against the force that held him but to no avail. Finally the chanting behind him ceased and he felt a slight tugging about his waist. The tie string that held his brief about him was undone and the scanty garment fell at his feet. "At least you're easily prepared, " mocked the wizard. "I can assure you that you will find your coming fate to be the most unpleasant experience of your short life. What's more, a strong, vibrant lad such as you should survive for two and possibly three or even… oh yesssss, perhaps four agonizing times!"

Kamal Shadrok leaned in close and whispered with false compassion in Trevor's ear, "Rest assured, my pretty little boy, that if this were not necessary I would still find some equally painful fate for one who would attempt to steal my gem from me. The Fire That Burns Sight grants me a much-needed veil of secrecy for these forbidden experiments that will someday make me master of all these lands. Now go, and don't be timid about entertaining me with the loudest screams you can muster!"

A sudden pressure against his back and Trevor was pushed into the pit. Full consciousness was restored to him as he fell. He twisted his slender body and managed to tumble onto a small mound of some soft, foul substance, the smell of which repulsed him. He scrambled out of it as quickly as he could, careening blindly until his shoulder impacted against the wall of the pit, causing him to fall to the floor.

The boy took a quick inventory of himself, his right shoulder was now scraped and bruised while his left ankle had been twisted in the fall. The darkness was thick but not absolute, his eyes were beginning to become accustomed to the slight light cast from above. The floor was slippery with a damp and sticky residue of some sort. He leaned himself up, bracing against a large stone, and reaching about, his hand found a slender shape. He could just barely reach his thumb and finger around it and followed it up. It was rough to the touch but gave in at a mild squeeze… it felt like rotted fruit. A few inches further and it bent to the side, hard and solid at the joint. Trevor bolted upright.

Bent over the stone were the remains of a boy no larger in size than Trevor. A look of abject pain and suffering was permanently etched upon the lad's twisted face. His body was oddly preserved, the skin having a leathery feel to it. The form and substance of the poor wretch had not wasted in death but remained full and testified that he'd been a healthy, comely boy in life. His legs were forced wide apart and Trevor fearfully stared at a well-worn hole evident between the lad's legs. A hole that still held all of its long depth and in which Konnur could have easily placed his own stiffened manhood (should it ever become stiff again!) without any risk of touching the sides.

And then it was that Trevor heard a sickening, gurgling noise from across the gulf of the pit.

Terrified, he stared long and hard across that dark abyss, striving to make out the misshapen form he thought he could see. He tried, hopelessly, to ignore the other, small and unmoving human figures that lay scattered about the awful chamber. A sudden sloshing sound and the great mass moved towards him. Trevor flattened his naked body against the wall, feeling the slime and moss against his bare flesh. His frantic mind beginning to panic, he turned and hurled himself against the wall, hopelessly attempting to leap up the distance. As he picked himself up for the third time he managed to collect himself to some extent. Climb! He must climb his way out of this pit of loathsome death.

The stone of the walls was dank and slippery, but allowed some purchase. He fought to ignore the nerve-wracking noises that the creature made in its steady advance… the horrid splashing sounds of the mass as it moved closer… the fetid smell that could only be its vile breath upon his exposed, defenseless back. He crawled upward, the wall was high if it ever ended at all! But there was light above and he struggled, and inch after inch, foot after foot he fought for his escape from the terrible fate. His left hand reached up and snatched at the edge of the pit. Wild exhilaration filled the teary-eyed boy as he threw his other hand upward, but then he felt a tugging at his foot. A soft, writhing tentacle had wrapped itself around the lad's leg and pulled at him with great force. Trevor held on to the precipice with both hands, tightly clutching and desperately forcing himself upward, ever so slightly upward. Then he felt the slimy sensation of a second shape securing a hold on his other slender leg and his heart sank within him. The boy did not give up but he could offer no further resistance to such a pull and suddenly fell back into the pit with a heart-rending cry.

His naked body bounced off the gelatinous substance of the creature and dropped to the floor. A tentacle still clung about one of the boy's shapely legs as he scrambled to free himself. The creature emitted a sharp and piercing noise and suddenly reared up it's bulk. The moment held for an eternity as Trevor froze at the sight. And in the next he was covered by the whole shape of the horror that the wizard had trapped from the far reaches of time and space.

The boy expected to be crushed, his body flattened by a massive weight. But the creature had no mass… for not so as a mortal child reckoned such things. Still, such curious thoughts fled briskly from his mind. Trevor was reeling from having the entirety of his body touched and caressed by the greasy, viscous flesh of the visitor, and the vulgar taste and smell and sensation as the unearthly slime entered his mouth and nose and anus. It had no shape beyond that of a huge mound and no appendages other than the one tentacle still wound about the boy's right leg and the other which now entangled itself around his left. Trevor struggled with his very sanity as his flesh crawled with the obscene presence of this cosmic entity. His youngster's mind was filled and choked with dark, squalid images of lost and unclean places as the tentacles wound up his legs and pressed horribly against his penis and testicles. Shocks of agony ripped through his flesh at the awful caress and he became aware of the creature's terrible longing that so desperately needed to be fulfilled.

The thing again reared up its mass and Trevor imagined he saw a tiny opening in the center of the body. Gagging and spitting out the awful ichor in his mouth, the trembling, frightened boy stared straight up at the tiny hole, oddly transfixed. With a shock, he saw it split wide and opened into a blasphemous facsimile of a broad-open grin. The tentacles pulled up on his legs and spread them painfully wide, bracing all of the lad's weight upon his shoulders. Then from out of the huge, leering mouth came a frightful thing, a third appendage… a long, twisted, and erect piece composed of a very solid substance… thicker in width than a powerful man's arm. A greasy ooze covered the whole of its length and it quivered as it hovered in the air between the mass and the human boy. Trevor's legs were then pulled back and he was hoisted in a more upward position, the creature's horrifying member poised above the small target left so exposed and unprotected.

And a greater scream than the young boy had ever known reared up from the bowels of his soul and was given voice in that dark and lonely place.

Suddenly the monster jerked and thrust Trevor high into the air as it tossed its body back. The boy felt the tentacles slide off his legs as he was flung to the other end of the pit. He landed roughly but mainly unhurt and darted to his feet. He looked up and saw the magnificent form of Konnur riding the thing's back, plunging the full length of his great sword again and again into the pliant, inhuman flesh. The mighty Northerner bellowed out his rage and loathing of this obscenity even as he yelled for Trevor to escape. The boy, shaking off his momentary lethargy, was quick to oblige and threw himself at the wall once more, climbing it with a strength and speed born of purest urgency.

In no time compared to his first attempt, he reached the top, only to feel a sharp pain on his hand. "Now where do you think you're going?" chittered Kamal Shadrok malevolently, as he brought his booted foot down hard upon the boy's clutching hand.

"Damn you to hell!" screamed Trevor as he lunged forward and grasped the wizard's foot with his free hand, jerking him down to the smooth, polished floor. Terrified, the magician clutched for support behind him as the boy quickly climbed up Kamal's leg and robe. Now the nude, bleeding, slime-covered boy stood over him and the wizard was filled with a fear of the unknown and uncontrolled. He attempted the incantation of a protection spell, but was cut short as the driven lad hurled his slight frame atop the man and slammed his elbow into the wizard's jaw, shattering it.

Wide-eyed and desperate, Kamal attempted to fend Trevor off and gesture mystically with his left hand. The boy stomped his knee into the manhood of the wizard and snatched at the arm that he knew could pull down the powers of darkness. The boy held it tightly. He ignored the pain of the blows of Kamal's other arm which would surely raise dark bruises on his tender flesh later. With every muscle standing out on his fine toned body, he snapped the bones of the wizard's wrist as though they were naught but dry kindling.

Konnur, however, was starting to doubt the wisdom of his maneuver. He'd awakened from his feigned slumber to find himself alone in the greeting chamber. His head had been groggy from the first of the wine he'd sampled, too groggy he knew which had meant that it had been drugged. And that, no doubt, meant that Trevor was in danger. It was only for him then to deceive the treacherous Linius that he continued to drink while gaining the time to clear his head of the poison. He had no idea what hazard Trevor was facing, but knew he could be of no use until he could firmly feel his feet beneath his legs. Finally he'd closed his eyes as though asleep and heard the quick departure of the young nobleman. Then it was simply a matter of regaining his senses and finding his way through the tower. Seeing the threatened, gruesome rape of the boy he now knew he'd come to love, he could only hurl himself at the loathsome beast. The creature beneath him had reeled from the sudden shock of his initial attack but had now gained the awareness that it was feeling no true pain from his blows. The unfleshy goo that was its body was unhurt from the sharp thrusts of his warrior blade. If there was a vital organ or brain within the monster's mass, he could not find it. He knew also that he could not stay perched on the thing's back for long.

He felt the slippery touch of one of the tentacles against his back and immediately cut a swath through the air with his sword. The transparent appendage gave no more resistance than the air but sliced off cleanly, falling far to the floor. Kamal Shadrok's horrid guest let out a shocked cry of cosmic pain as it thrashed from side to side, hurling Konnur off and to the floor of the pit. Konnur landed in a heap, but quickly regained his feet, still clutching his great sword. The creature shambled forward to menace him anew, filthy ichor dripping from the torn stump of its tentacle. It roared it's unearthly rage in a voice that could only scarcely be heard by human ears.

Trevor's shrill boyish soprano cut through the monstrous din, "Konnur, feed the creature this! The host of the monster, it's human captor!" With a strained effort, the boy hurled the writhing, protesting wizard down and across the pit at Konnur's feet. Smiling savagely, Konnur scooped the helpless baggage up in his arms and crossed to the other end of the chamber, throwing Kamal Shadrok at the base of the creature he had so long imprisoned. The wizard pleaded and begged in the most pitiful manner and all to no avail. The tortured, vengeful visitor feel upon him and soon the screaming began.

Trevor stood by the edge and leaned over the side as Konnur gained the side wall. "Hurry! Climb up!" he admonished to his adult friend and rescuer.

Konnur found a handhold and began to mount the wall. He noted that he wasn't quite the scrambler that the boy was but could still manage this in time. He glanced up and his sharp eyes saw a new danger. The Northman shouted warning.

Ducking to the side without hesitation, Trevor evaded a sword swipe to his head by a snarling Linius. "First you die and then I'll spit your barbarian lover as he climbs!" raged the young swordsman.

Trevor ducked two more lunges before slipping on the smooth floor from the fetid, foul grease that coated his bare feet. Linius smiled in cruel triumph as he swung his sword up high, just as Konnur shouted out the boy's name. Trevor turned in time to clutch Konnur's tossed great sword in both hands and managed to block Linius' deathblow. Startled, the nobleman allowed Trevor the opportunity to regain his feet, than spat at the poor challenge that the injured, naked boy presented.

"Pitiful lad, make it easy on yourself," spoke Linius as his sword clashed and parried with Trevor's. "You're weak, you're tired and that sword must be frightfully heavy for you. Oh certainly, it's a miracle that you can swing it at all, and perhaps there really is more to you than meets the eye and I should never have brought you here. Still," he spat vindictively, "I don't think you can swing it for very long."

"Long enough to cause your death!" shouted Trevor as he burst into his attack. But it was true that he was used to a lighter weapon and was much more of a fencer himself than was possible with such a weighty blade. Worse still, his opponent was highly skilled. The tired boy's feints were predictable and his true attacks easily parried. Linius began to smile and enjoy himself, reveling at Trevor's desperate tactics and obvious helplessness.

"Give it up lad, and I'll be quick. Reasonably quick. You do deserve some suffering, you know. I was Kamal's student for years and his glory would have been mine as well. I did not love him but I served him for what he could offer me. When I was your age he began to teach me… so many, many things! Dark and terrible… painful things to learn."

Linius toyed with the boy, offering openings and then denying them, laughing then snarling as he focused all his attention and anger on Trevor. He noted the obvious pain in the boy's ankle and took advantage of it, even as the lad tried so much to ignore it. "I think I should like to teach you as I was taught. Show you what I endured for years in the hopes of a now doomed power. You'll scream and writhe as vigorously as I had, but you'll have no false visions of a bright future yourself. For when I finally DO tire of your whimperings, I'll throw you to our friend down there. Ahhhh, but by then you will have begged for death."

"That's a grim destiny you have in mind for me," grinned Trevor with savage appeal as their blades continued to clash. "I suppose my only hope is to have you die before me!"

Linius laughed and rolled his eyes, pausing in his attack to mock the boy one more time, "Oh please get it through your head. You can't win, child, you can't kill me!"

"I never said I had to kill you Linius, rather only to have you die before me. And to do that," said Trevor in a grim tone, "all I had to do was delay you."

Realizing his mistake, Linius turned, twisting his face full into the fist of Konnur. The beguiling, young nobleman was knocked senseless and clattered into Trevor, who wasn't very appreciative of that! The powerful Northerner reached down and hefted the dazed Linius up in the air and hurled him into the vast, black pit. He landed with an audible thud, his right leg smashed in the fall. Very soon he realized his predicament and joined his screams with those of his erstwhile master.

"You couldn't have batted him that way in the first place and spared me one final bruise?" Trevor managed real annoyance at Konnur as he fumblingly regained his feet. He happily handed the great sword back to its owner and gratefully accepted Konnur's offered hand of assistance as his ankle was now in an extreme state of agony. By the time they reached the altar, the visitor had engulfed Linius as well. The human screams were still quite evident, though Linius, being closer to youth, soon reached a pitch the boy had not thought possible.

Trevor muttered something about abominations that were an affront to all that was natural and human. With no need for words between them, he and Konnur upended the brazier of burning oil and splashed it over that part of the pit with the creature. The visitor erupted in fire, its wailings echoing beyond the very stars themselves. It's sudden violent thrashing put a grisly but mercifully sudden end to Linius' suffering. Konnur held the boy who had to turn his young face from the awful sight. A last tremble shook his small frame as he again realized the dismal fate from which he'd been spared.

He hugged Konnur with heartfelt adoration. The weary boy stood there his arms wrapped about his adult lover. "We must go," said the Northman as he assisted the boy to hobble forward.

The touch and stench of the ichor coating his body made Trevor feel debased and unclean, but there was nothing for it now. Still, it added immeasurably to his feelings of security as he paused before the altar and performed the simple act of retying his skimpy loin cloth about his waist. The barest bit of protection, it's true, but he needed to cling to what he could. Also at hand was Konnur and Trevor enfolded himself even tighter around his rescuer with sincere love and affection.

There was no boyish protestation as the giant warrior took the little lad tenderly in his arms and carried him up the stairway. Grateful to be away and grateful to be held, Trevor cuddled in quite close to the steely muscles of his man. They quit the chamber as a foul and wretched smoke billowed all about the basement, flowing from the ever-growing flames. Soon all that was within the pit and upper chamber were consumed by the blazing inferno. Naught was left but dark and smoldering ash.

Still, there was time enough to loot the place. Trevor did not lose himself so completely in his position of enviable comfort that he had forgotten the very purpose of this adventure. The gemstone which had been the unwitting cause of all the fuss was now worn about the lad's thin neck. They had also regained their personal belongings, and even obtained a considerable sack of gold from a chest Kamal had kept in a closet. The flame and smoke were by now substantial enough, even to the upper levels of the tower, that talk of further treasure hunting was quickly denounced by both.

Without a backward glance, the quit the tower to re-enter the cold, clean air of the world about them. From a safe vantage point, they watched, with other grateful denizens of the city, as the whole, imposing, firghtening structure reared and collapsed and fell inward upon itself.

In the end, it formed a great and ever-smoldering pit in the heart of Seneshroud. And all the citizens, from the highest to the low, avoided it for generations to come. Aye, and made signs to their Gods against the eerie sounds that sometimes floated upward on the nightwind wings.

But in the present… filthy and ragged, Trevor and Konnur first partook of the simple joy of the bathhouse, also employing therein the ministrations of a physician to tend to the boy's ankle. Bandaged and cleaned, they then repaired to the safety and comfort of their inn. There they dined on quite simple faire which for both of them seemed the greatest feast of their lives. Certainly they had ample money for better dining, true. But they both considered it wisdom to make as little of their night's adventure as possible within the environs of the city. The locals may be delighted that the wizard who has plagued them for so long was now mysteriously dead… but their gratitude might fail at the prospect of so much gold. And so the pair dined humbly.

Then there was still their bed to enjoy. And in that, they needed to show no restraint. Filled with even more energy and vitality than before, Trevor gave his all to his powerful and mighty Konnur, secure at last in the certain knowledge of their shared love and affection. They loved long and hard several times in the night before they both gave in to a deep and well-deserved slumber, clutched tightly against each others' bodies.

The End