The Wizard of Solton

The Wizard of Solton - Part 4 of 7

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Cleaning out the Dark Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Reason?" came Arun's voice.

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

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

"What is happening?" Wix transmitted.

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

~ Temperature entering red zone at 9 Kelvin ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then what be Ye?" inquired the man.

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

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

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

"I see no Wizard," observed the stranger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And where is your Master?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh good. Where is he?"

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

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

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

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

And with that Wix was on his own again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" asked a shocked Ribos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Any problems?"

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

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

"And when might that be?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You enjoyed being shagged?"

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

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

"Unfortunately yes, my Lord."

"But why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what is that?" asked Arun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The dog spoke!" he exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

Ribos nodded ruefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then 250 gold pieces,"

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

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

"How about 50 coins of the purest gold?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"By the gods, if the lad can take you it is no wonder that I caused

him no discomfort," said an awed Ribos. He was not used to being

impressed with other men's equipment, but the sight of what lived

between Arun's legs almost unnerved him.

"Heads or tails?" asked Arun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see no vehicle," said Ribos.

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

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

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

"No," said Arun, quietly.

"So the Empire really exists?" asked Ribos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I cannot kill another human," said Arun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All internal parasites removed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh!" said Wix and his Master together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At this Veeska first looked startled then smug.

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued in week's time.

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My thanks to JH and Scott for editing.