The Wizard of Solton - Part 6
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The Prologue is in Part 1 it helps if you read it.Where Wix Goes To War.
The long hot summer passed slowly. Veeska had been programmed to bring her son, now named Dolf, around to the Manse once a week. Although both Arun and Wix could see the family resemblance to the child's father. Veeska could only see that he looked like Ribos. A point she could discuss with them, but did not wish to bring up with her husband.
As the autumn approached Arun had her inseminated for a second time with Wix's sperm and again increased her libido. The following year she would appear to bear her husband a second son.
Wix, who was used to young babies from his years at the Orphanage, got on well with the child and Spyk began Dolf's education.
Life went smoothly at the Manse until one day, when Arun and Wix had just completed the morning consultation session, Spyk dropped a bombshell.
"We may have a problem, boss. There is an army gathering well to the north of us. I have been watching it for a while now," he said.
"And?" asked Arun.
"I put a few probes in and began to monitor the conversations. Their plans are to invade the Kingdom. Timing is of the essence as they aim to use the weather to their advantage. They intend to send an expeditionary force over the mountains to the north of here then take Solton just as the winter storms block the roads south. Then they have the entire winter to dig in. With luck the rest of the country will not know of the invasion until the summer, by which time they will have quietly moved several armies in," said the dog.
"Any simple solutions spring to mind?" asked the Wizard.
"Look at the map," said the dog.
Arun and Wix looked at the desk surface. A map of the country north of Solton swam into view. The range of mountains that protected the country appeared in purple. The army was displayed as a flashing red blob. Just to the south of its position was what was known locally as the Ring Mountains, actually a huge crater most likely caused by a meteor impact aeons before.
"What about letting them get through the first range of mountains and into the centre then making winter arrive a bit early?" suggested Arun.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. It wouldn't take much energy, just a mild cyclone dragging the cold air up from the south causing it to snow a couple of weeks early," said Spyk.
"Good, set it all in motion," commanded the Wizard.
"To hear is to obey, oh great one," said the dog, keeping well out of range of Arun's feet.
Time passed, Arun kept abreast of the army's progress and everything was going to plan. Now, you might think that someone of Arun's age and experience would have taken this as a harbinger of doom, but Arun was blissfully confident that the situation was in hand, until one day...
"I think we may have to postpone dinner for a while, boss, Yips is wheezing his way in our direction and judging by the speed he is making, it must be fairly urgent," announced Spyk, out of the blue.
The trio was ready by the front door when Yips waddled up. They waited patiently until he caught his breath and managed to gasp the one word, "Come!"
They left the poor man sitting in the foyer with a glass of water in his hand, and set off for the Manor House at some speed. There they were shown into Pers' study directly. Arun's suspicions were instantly aroused by the pair of armed guards on either side of the door.
"Ah! Wizard, how kind of you to come so quickly, this is Lord Pom, Marshal of the King's northern army," said Pers.
Arun surveyed the newcomer. His highly ornate uniform was basically red, but this was difficult to distinguish as it was almost smothered by the gold trim and several rows of medals.
"How may I be of assistance, my Lord?" Arun said, burying his prejudices for the moment.
"I have reason to believe that we are about to be attacked," said Pom.
"I take it you mean the army that has been gathering to the north of the Ring Mountains?" said Arun, smoothly.
Now, had Arun stepped forwards and tapped the Marshal sharply on the forehead with a ball-peen hammer, he could not have got a better result. Pom's mouth opened and shut several times as he took on a remarkable resemblance to that of a landed fish.
"You knew of this?" he finally managed to gasp.
"What sort of Wizard would I be without my crystal ball?" lied Arun.
"And you did not report it? This is tantamount to treason!" said Pom, getting into his stride.
"Nonsense! I have already set in motion events which will ruin their plans and cause them to get stuck in the plain in the middle of the Ring Mountains," said Arun.
"Hmm, if what you say is true Wizard we will attack them there and destroy them," said Pom, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"I fear that will not be possible. The army will return from whence it came. I will not permit unnecessary killing," said Arun, just a bit too softly.
"Wizard, must I remind you of your station?" asked Pom, getting on his high horse.
"OK, it looks like we are going to have to deflate his ego a bit. Spyk train a laser on the old outhouse at the foot of the garden. Wix, clean him out, get his weapons, purse and anything else you can lay your thieving little hands on," transmitted Arun, over the implant.
"My Lord Pom, I am a Wizard. If you wish my assistance, you request it, you do not demand it," said Arun, in the same soft voice.
"I think, my Lord, you may be well advised to have a care. The Wizard is not without powers," ventured Pers, who was getting understandably nervous.
"Rubbish. I've had enough of his arrogance. Guards! Arrest this traitor."
The two guards came smartly into the room and each grabbed one of Arun's arms. Arun appeared to just stand still while the guards huffed and puffed as they tried to pull him from the room. It was like two children trying to move a reluctant adult.
"Use your swords, you dolts," cried Pom.
The guards pulled their weapons and Wix threw himself on Pom pleading for mercy for his Master, but Pom merely brushed the tween aside.
The guards poked Arun with the points of their swords. The implant set up a force field that simply stopped any penetration. The guards were unwilling to harm Arun and didn't push hard enough to make the implant react more violently.
With a scream of frustrated rage Pom drew his own, albeit largely ceremonial, sword and made a clumsy lunge at the Wizard. Pers and Wix winced as the sword struck Arun and shattered. Some form of shock must have been transmitted through the hilt of the sword as Pom held his right hand in his left and screamed in pain, then cursed like one of his own troopers. Arun waited until things calmed down.
"As you now see your normal modus operandi, of brute force and ignorance, does not work with me. So let us forget this unfortunate incident and start afresh. The invading army will get caught in the central plain inside the Ring Mountains and be forced to spend the winter there. As they will not have enough supplies I will provide just enough to keep body and soul together until the spring. By that time they will be in no condition to fight and they will have to retreat," said Arun.
"Who can stop me attacking them in the spring, when they are weak and defenceless?" asked Pom.
"Now!" sent Spyk.
Arun snapped his fingers in a disdainful manner and the outhouse exploded in a blaze of flame.
"I can," said Arun, when the echoes died.
This time the Marshal looked totally stunned.
"So my Lord, if you just leave the matter to me, I will ensure that no harm comes to the Kingdom, or the enemy," said Arun.
"I am ordered by the King to dig in just north of Solton and defend the Kingdom. I must hold these positions until the enemy is vanquished," explained Pom.
"I see," said Arun.
"You will accompany me," said Pom. This was not framed as a question, it was an order. However Arun, for the sake of politeness, replied as if it had been a query.
"I'm afraid not. Currently I am engaged in some important work at my Manse, besides camping out in winter is not my idea of a comfortable life, " said Arun.
"Now look here..." began Pom, his temper rising.
"However!" interrupted Arun, "I will let you borrow my Apprentice."
"What earthly use is a defenceless tween going to be to me?" Pom almost shouted.
"Tween, yes -defenceless, er, no! He is a good pupil and his apprenticeship is, of course, in Wizardry," said Arun.
"Not defenceless? Why I could kill him where he stands!" cried Pom.
"Really my Lord? But he has weapons and you are unarmed."
Pom went for his dagger and went rather pale when he found it missing.
"Wix, return his Lordship's weapons, please" said Arun.
Wix produced two daggers which he handed to Pom.
"And the third one," Arun said.
With a sigh Wix reluctantly handed over the third blade.
"Wix!" said Arun, in a mock stern voice.
Wix handed over a purse.
"Keep going."
Wix handed over a gold bracelet and then turned his palms up to show his hands were empty.
"He also has many of the powers that I have. So my Lord I suggest that you accept my most generous offer and take the tween with you."
Pom had enough sense to realise that the Wizard was offering him an avenue of escape without losing face, so he nodded.
"The King's army arrives presently, he may march north with the infantry," announced Pom.
"He will ride with the officers," said Arun.
"I have no horses to spare for tweens."
"My Lord Pers, could you lend my Apprentice an animal?"
Pers, already deeply indebted to the Wizard, nodded quickly.
"Then it is settled. You may send a message to the Manse when you are ready. As a token of my respect to you I will have my dog accompany him," said Arun.
"A DOG!" roared Pom.
"You appear to be exhibiting some of the symptoms of a slow student, my Lord. I do hope this is not the case. The dog is my familiar," said Arun, smoothly.
Pom did a double take on Arun, glanced at the dog, the tween, the smouldering hole where the outhouse had been and decided to hold his tongue. Arun then assured Pers that his outhouse would be replaced and the trio took their leave.
"Thanks a lot!" grumbled Spyk, as they made their way back to the Manse.
"All that fresh air, think of the rabbits you can chase. It'll be good for a dog of your age to get some exercise," said Arun, in that falsely cheerful voice that makes you want to go straight for the speaker's throat.
"Er, Master?" said Wix.
"Yes?"
"I cannot ride."
"My Apprentice travels in style. Spyk will build you a caravan the horse will simply walk in front of it appearing to pull it."
"Repair that outhouse, build the kid a caravan, it's a dog's life," sighed Spyk.
An Interlude Where Wix Discovers Null G It was time for Arun to make a maintenance trip to the Mother Ship. Wix, like all the natives of the planet, had never left its surface. So, the prospect of accompanying his Master on the trip excited him greatly. The ferry craft was quite a bit different from the runabout. First it was pressurised and it also had an airlock. Soon they were strapped in and, with Spyk remotely controlling the craft, they rose silently into the moonless sky and accelerated smoothly away from the planet. Wix watched the screens as the picture of the Manse, seen from above, dwindled to a spot. Eventually the he could see the crescent of the retreating terminator; this was the dusk, which had recently fallen. On the other screen a pinpoint of light gradually grew and took shape. At first it seemed insignificantly small; but its size was soon apparent as they drew along side it. It was a far more massive structure than Wix had ever seen in his short life. He watched in amazement as two arms lazily swung out from the mass, coupled to the ferry craft and gently pulled it into contact with the docking bay. "Do not unstrap yourself until I tell you," said Arun, "We are in zero gravity and it takes a bit of getting used to." With that he unsnapped his restraints and, to Wix's amazement, floated out of his seat. Arun then opened the inner door of the airlock, released his Apprentice and pulled them both into the lock. The lock cycled quickly as there was no real difference in air pressure and its use was only a safety measure. The outer door opened and Wix was pulled into a wide corridor. He was having the greatest difficulty figuring out which way was up, as all the surfaces were covered in handholds, which his Master was most agilely using to pull them both along. They entered a massive machine room. Wix's eyes widened, it stretched into the distance in all directions. His Master took a calculated leap and the pair of them whizzed by several devices that were as large as houses. Arun deftly flipped over in mid-air and landed gently on his feet by a hatchway. He opened the hatch and pushed a rather startled Wix through. "Right lad, into the 'rubber room' with you. Here you can safely learn to handle yourself in zero gravity. The walls are all padded, so it is difficult to hurt yourself. You have no weight, but you retain your mass. Also the laws of physics still apply. I'm off to get some work done, I'll see you later," said Arun, and with that he shoved his hapless Apprentice into the room and closed the hatch. The room was like the inside of a ball, Wix observed as he collided with the wall for the first time. He bounced off and floated across the room, having lost very little momentum. The surface of the room was strange, it was soft, so hitting it caused no pain, but it was also springy, so the harder you hit it the greater you rebounded off it. Fortunately it was also provided with handholds. On the third impact Wix managed to grab, and more importantly, hold on to, one. This brought him to rest against the surface. After he had caught his breath he cautiously pushed himself away from the wall. Here he learned three important lessons. The first was about angular momentum, he had not pushed dead straight and he now tumbled helplessly through the air. Second he discovered a bit about conservation of angular momentum when he curled himself into a foetal ball and his spin speeded up enormously. He screamed and went into a spread-eagled position in midair. This slowed down the spin but in turn this led to his third lesson, if you push off gently you take forever to get to the other side. He also found out that any form of clothing only made things more difficult. So he stripped off, tied his clothes to a handhold and got to work learning how to fly. The almost total lack of friction was another problem. If he shot off at high speed he would bounce around the room for ages. The surface seemed to absorb no energy at all. But he was soon able to make simple jumps from one side of the room to another. Alas try as he might he could not seem to acquire the art of flipping over in mid air so that he landed feet first, as his Master could. Just as he thought he was getting somewhere the hatch opened and closed again and he found his Master had rejoined him. Arun had also shed his robes in favour of a rather brief pair of scants. As his Apprentice watched he pulled these off, freeing his rising manhood. Wix's empathic senses gave him a clue to the game that was about to commence. He shivered, looked very afraid and tried to make himself as small as possible. "No Master! You are to great, you would rip me in two," he pleaded, as he got ready to spring. "Too late lad, your fate is sealed. I have decided to shag you and shagged you shall be, whether you wish it or not," said Arun launching himself directly at Wix. Wix jumped but far too early and went too close to Arun. Although Arun could not catch the tween in mid air, he could push him in passing and started the poor lad spinning. Needless to say Arun caught on to the opposite side whilst his hapless Apprentice bounced around as a tangle of arms and legs. This cat and mouse game went on for some time. Every time Wix managed to stabilise himself his Master would send him tumbling head over heels on a trajectory that would bounce him off the surface a couple of times. Arun's expertise made his eventual victory a certainty. He achieved it in a rather sneaky way. He looped a foot through one of the handholds and pretended to lunge at the lad. Wix jumped and then Arun carefully timed his real jump. He and Wix met in the centre of the room and collided. Arun grabbed the lad and held him fast. The relative momentum of each cancelled the other out and so they spun gently in the middle of the room. Wix, now held fast, had nothing to kick against and despite his begging and pleading soon found himself being conveniently locked in a position in front of his Master. The excitement of the chase had caused him to become well lubricated at the back. So when his ring was widened by the forced entry of his Master's totally inflexible manhood, there was nothing that he could do to resist it, not that he really wanted to. Arun very slowly entered his Apprentice. It was a long time since he had enjoyed the thrills of a null G chase and so he savoured his conquest. Wix, for his part, fought valiantly, if futilely, to save his honour. He could sense that resistance was needed at this point. However he was caught completely unaware by his Master's next move. The fingers than had been holding Wix firmly now moved to his ribcage and began tickling him fiercely! Wix screamed and fought to get away. The fighting was just about as much use as the screaming. All that happened was he thrashed around in mid air while his laughing Master had the shag of a lifetime. Sadly, having a defenceless tween writhing about on your cock is in no way conducive to assisting you to maintain control of your body. So very soon the squirming tween was being pump up on the inside with another load of his Master's seed. When the panting and gasping was over Wix slid slowly off his Master's weapon. Holding on to his Master's body he manoeuvred himself into a 69 position. Once there he took on the job he enjoyed, cleaning the tool that had just reamed out his ass. As he got down to this task he felt his own prick slide wonderfully into the mouth of his Master. He was always amazed, how someone who was so masculine, could do a job like that on another male's appendage. Desperately Wix tried to finish his job on his Master before he was forced to shoot his load; he almost made it. But Arun was too slick and he got to suck his Apprentice's nuts dry before the poor lad had even got to lick his Master's short hairs. They hung there in the air for quite a while until Arun recovered and began to teach his Apprentice the tricks of manoeuvring in a null G environment. After about 2 hours Wix, an adept student, had learned how to avoid the worst of his mistakes. In fact he managed to put his Master into a spin a couple of times. Eventually Spyk's voice came to them reminding them that if they wished to have any sleep they had better return soon. As they descended they could see the other terminator approaching heralding the imminent dawn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And so that night as the Wizard slaked his sexual thirst on the body of the tween, Spyk's machines were busy rebuilding an outhouse in the garden of the Manor house, where everyone slept unnaturally soundly. Even as that task was being completed, a lightweight self-propelled caravan began to take shape in the basement of the Manse. In appearance it was a rectangular box on four wheels. The roof was the strange shade of matt black, favoured by the Wizard in his personal constructions. The efficient solar cells that made up the roof would provide all of the power to run the sophisticated gadgetry that filled its interior. The next morning the horse arrived, ridden by a much healthier looking Yips, who declined, as usual, the offered hospitality and returned to the Manor House, only pausing to convey his Master's thanks for the new outhouse. Spyk showed the Wizard and his Apprentice round the caravan. It consisted of a day room and a night room with a small shower-cum- toilet. There was no way that an AutoDoc could be installed but an automated First Aid kit was built into the bed and could be relied on to deal with most things, or at least keep the patient alive until an AutoDoc could be found. The food replicator had a slightly limited repertoire, but Spyk had included all of Wix's favourite foods. All in all, it was a cosy little vehicle. "I see you have provided him with a double bed?" observed Arun. "Knowing what he is like, and considering the number of big hairy soldiers he'll be around, I thought it better," replied Spyk. "Hmm, such a pity that I must be near the Manse at all times," said Arun. Then they raised the caravan to the courtyard, harnessed the horse and Wix was taught the art of driving it. The horse seemed to like the ease with which it pulled the vehicle; while Wix got that special thrill that all young males get from driving a vehicle. Yips arrived that evening, not out of breath for once, to relay the news that the army had arrived and would march north at dawn. That night the Wizard got down to some serious shagging as his supply would be cut off for a while. The next morning Wix proudly drove up to the Manor House in his new caravan with his Master sitting by his side and Spyk between his feet. While Wix might have been well pleased with his caravan, Pom was most obviously fuming about it. You see, EVERYTHING in the army was regulated by rank, and only the upper echelons of the officer class were entitled to a caravan. Since the tween, in Pom's eyes, was entitled to only a pair of army boots as a means of transport, definitely not a horse AND caravan, he resolved to do something about it, but only when they were well out of reach of the Wizard. As yet there was no rush to get into position so two days would be spent marching to their destination high in the foothills of the Ring Mountains commanding the main pass which led south back towards Solton. Eventually, long after dawn had broken, the army began to move out. Wix would be bringing up the rear, just in front of the pack animals in the supply train. So, he got to sit and watch the army march by. He saw several men that he fancied and a lot more took a fancy to him. After a while, the last of the soldiers passed and Wix took his place in the procession. The thrill of driving a caravan lasted about an hour. By the time a halt was called for lunch Wix was bored out of his mind. The afternoon march left Wix in an even more bored state and he was quite glad when the order came for a halt for the night. But he was suspicious when Lord Pom rode up and dismounted. Now, a crowd did not exactly gather per se, but everyone within earshot was listening carefully, while desperately trying to appear to be very busy doing something else, if you follow my drift. "I have decided to requisition your caravan for my personal use," Pom said, "I find it unseemly that a mere tween should have such accommodation." "My Lord, it doesn't quite work like that," began Wix, but Pom cut him off with a brusque wave of his hand. Wix got down from the driver's seat and began to deal with his horse. Pom mounted the caravan and grabbed the door handle. But when he tried to open the door, it declined to move. It wasn't as if it felt locked, more as if it was a solid part of the front of the caravan. "Give me the key, this instant," he roared. "There is neither key or keyhole, my Lord. The door has a spell on it and will only open for me," lied Wix, as he swung up the shafts from the sides of the horse. "Then break the spell!" "My Master cast it and no Apprentice would DARE break the spell of his Master." "This shall not be!" said a very frustrated Pom. "Remember my Lord, the vehicle was made by a Wizard for my use. No one else may use it. I should also point out the penalties for attacking an Apprentice Wizard are exactly the same as those you have already experienced when you so unwisely attacked my Master." Pom descended from the caravan and approached the boy. "I suppose that your horse will only work for you too?" he asked. "No, my Lord, the horse has no spell placed on it. However, the caravan does not require a horse to pull it. If you wish I will let you have my horse, but your men may well be unnerved by a caravan that pulls itself and assume that I am as powerful as my Master," said Wix, in a low voice. Pom left in a towering rage, leading his horse rather than riding it. He had lost the first round with the tween and it had been in public. His revenge would come later and be very sweet indeed, or so he thought. Everyone who had been listening now exchanged significant glances with each other. Obviously, this game was in its early stages and it had all the hallmarks of being a very interesting conflict. Pom dropped by a group of soldiers and beckoned one towards him. The soldier in question was large and ugly. They had a brief whispered conversation and they parted leaving the soldier with a very nasty grin on his face. Wix got his horse fed, watered and ready for the night. He was about to join Spyk for dinner when a large ugly soldier approached. "Well, well, what do we have here? A pretty tween and no mistake," he leered. Wix surveyed the soldier with an unblinking gaze, which eventually began to trouble the man. "Nasty things can happen to a pretty boy, with all these men around," he said. Wix just held eye contact. This time an interested crowd did begin to gather. "Best be you have a keeper, then you'll only have one man to service, and maybe a few of his friends," the soldier said, lewdly. "I'm an Apprentice Wizard, I can look after myself." "Oh he's an Apprentice Wizard, no less, and he can look after himself," said the soldier; his voice was effeminate and mocking which caused some snickering from the audience. "Attempting violence against me will cause you great pain and I must warn you against it." Once more his words were repeated back to him in the same ridiculing voice. "Anyway I could not couple with you, I can only do it with real men," said Wix. That was all it took for the soldier to lose his cool. His hand flashed out grabbed the tween's left ear. His intention was to twist it until the tween screamed for mercy. However the ear was as hard as stone and a jolt of pain went right up to his shoulder, as every nerve in his arm was stimulated. He was the one who was now screaming and, what was worse; his arm was paralysed, so he could not let go. After what seemed an age, but was in reality a few seconds, Wix reached up and detached the soldier's grip on his ear thus freeing him from the searing agony that engulfed his entire arm. "You are a very slow learner indeed," said Wix as he looked round at the startled crowd. Word, he knew, would spread and no sane man in this army would try to harm him again. Two of the soldier's mates helped him away and the crowd began to dissipate. As Wix turned to enter his caravan and eat dinner, a very nervous young soldier approached him and began to speak in a low voice. "I would like to thank you for doing that, the bastard has long history of bullying and he deserved it," he said. "I didn't do it, it is automatic, a spell, it happens to anyone who attacks me, said Wix, limiting his lies. "He rapes all the new recruits, and he isn't even very good in bed." Wix now looked the young man over. He could already feel the lust and the man looked quite sexy. "And you are good in bed?" asked Wix, switching on his elfin charm and cocking his head to one side. The poor man went bright red. "Care for dinner?" The soldier began stuttering so Wix simply led the way. When he got to the door of the caravan, it just opened and let him in, nervously the soldier followed him. Spyk trotted in and Wix closed the door. "They call me Wix, what do they call you?" "Maurick," said the man, offering his hand. The food was already on the table and two places had been set, which dumbfounded the young soldier. "You knew I would accept?" he asked. "We Wizards can do that sort of thing," said Wix, with a mischievous grin. There was a quiet groan from Spyk. Maurick was obviously not used to this quality of food and began to wolf it down. Wix watched happily. Not a word was said until Maurick could no longer swallow another mouthful. "Wizard's eat well," commented Maurick, wiping his chin. "We eat a lot better than that at the Manse," said Wix. "You are also an excellent cook." "Er, I didn't cook it." "You did it by magic?" said Maurick, obviously in awe. "Something like that," said Wix, whose conscience was beginning to nag him for taking undue credit. Wix stood and walked round the table. When he was behind Maurick he put his arms round the young soldier's neck. Maurick looked up at Wix and Wix lent forwards and kissed him full on the lips. "It requires no magic to know what you want to do with me," said Wix, as they came up for air. "First I must go to the river and bathe, I am sweaty from the day's march." "We may bathe in here," said Wix, leading the way to the bedroom. There he first took great joy in stripping the young soldier. He was delighted to see that, although his partner for the evening was not much older than he was, his cock was already of most interesting dimensions. Wix then quickly stripped and the two of them fell into each other's arms. "Your Master will be angry when he hears of this?" "No." "Are you sure?" Wix though for a moment, about Arun raiding his memories, then he grinned and shook his head. It was just possible for both of them it fit in the shower room and soon they were covered in soap and warm water. Rubbing up against each other in this state soon had them aroused. In fact Wix was beginning to wonder if they would ever make it as far as the bed. However Maurick stopped mucking around long enough for them to get dried, also no easy task in the confined space. "I may be too big for you," Maurick lamented, once they were back in the night room. To his credit Wix did not laugh. "Most men will not let me near them, unless I promise to submit to them," said Maurick. "My Master is also on the large side. He has a prodigious sexual appetite and I am therefore well used," said Wix. "Are you sure?" "Watch!" With that Wix pushed Maurick and forced him to sit on the bed. The tween then knelt between the wide spread thighs of the young man and rubbed his face across Maurick's manhood. Before Maurick was fully aware of what was happening Wix had the head of the rigid weapon in his mouth. In one skilful move he had it buried deep in his throat and the young soldier's pubic hair was tickling Wix's nose. "Argh! That is impossible," cried Maurick, only to be answered by the strange sensation of Wix laughing on his cock. Wix did not come up for air; he just used his throat tongue, lips and fingers to drive poor Maurick to his peak. As Maurick had not had any sex for sometime, this was not as difficult a task as it might have been. Maurick lay back on the bed and let the tween have his way with him. Eventually, in a dream like voice, he said, "I am almost there." Wix redoubled his efforts and soon he made the weapon in his throat fire its charge. Maurick was whimpering by the time Wix relinquished his new toy. "Your Master has trained you well," gasped Maurick. "Yes, and when you have recovered you can shag me and I'll show you some other tricks," said Wix. "How could you take me so fully into your throat?" "My Master modified me so that I might accommodate him and bring him pleasure," said Wix, with some pride in his voice. "And you do not mind being altered for another man's enjoyment?" "Of course not. It makes my job so much easier, and besides, I love him deeply. He was the one who rescued me from the Orphanage, gave me a home, taught me to read and write, he is a very kind and gentle man," explained Wix. "You can read and write?" Wix nodded and the conversation went on about this and that. Wix kept one hand on his new friend's member and soon he felt it stir in his grasp. "Which position do you favour?" inquired Wix, when the cock in his hand was once more ready for action. "You on your back with your feet round my ears," said Maurick, with a dirty grin. Wix flipped over on to his back, raised his legs and opened them in an inviting manner. "What do you use for lubricant?" asked Maurick, eager for the thrash to begin. "Spit will suffice, my Master has modified me for that too." Maurick got the head of his weapon in Wix's bunghole and was positioning the tween's feet when the lad pushed up and once more he saw his manhood disappearing into the tween's body. The smooth, warm and slick ass gripping so snugly on his hard cock made Maurick gasp. He realised that in one single movement the tween had got the entire length in. This had never happened to the young man before. Any time he had been lucky enough to be on top, it had taken an age to get his partner to accept the full length. So it was with a will that he began to roger the tween. Maurick favoured long slow strokes, this he had only got to do for a short period in the past, but the tween just lay there grinning and egging him on as he humped the lad. The only conflict that came, was when he reached for the tween's cock, a hand knocked his aside. "Later," said Wix, "much later." So, Maurick got the longest shag of his life, with his cock in one end of Wix, and his tongue in the other. But when he felt his climax approach he put his natural litheness to work. Breaking the kiss he doubled over and got the tween's rigid cock in his mouth. Alas poor Wix, thoroughly rogered and now attacked both front and back lost the fight. Maurick got the tween's seed, and the pleasure of being inside the lad as he came. Soon Maurick was pumping the contents of his balls into the tween beneath him. They lay in each other's arms slowly descending from the sexual peak they had achieved, when they were interrupted. "We have a problem and it is a bit urgent," said Spyk. Maurick sat bolt upright in bed and looked round the room. Seeing no one he clutched Wix tightly and said, "Your caravan is haunted!" "No, it was just the dog. What's the matter now?" "A small patrol of about 6 men from the opposing army are approaching our camp. Should they realise that we are here and take the news back home, things will stop going according to plan," said Spyk. "Your dog talks?" asked Maurick, in an awed voice. "Yes, he can talk. OK what should we do, Spyk?" said Wix. "We can't do a lot, but you can get Pom to send out a squad and capture them. As yet they do not realise that they have been detected, they will not be on guard. Get dressed and grab the scroll on the table as you go out." Wix sprang from the bed and quickly put his things on. As he walked though the day room he found the scroll on the table, he looked briefly at it and saw it was a standard display, currently showing a map of the camp site and the surrounding area. On it, a bit to the north of the camp, some red dots moved. He hurried from his caravan and, using his night vision, quickly found his way to the caravan of Lord Pom. Two guards stood outside, they were the same ones that had been on duty at the Manor house. "I need to speak to his Lordship at once," Wix said, trying desperately to get some steel into his voice. The two guards exchanged glances, then the one on the left nodded and his partner silently entered the vehicle. There was a long pause then he reappeared and beckoned Wix to join him. "This had better be good, Wizardling. I do not take kindly to being aroused from my bed," growled Pom, who looked much less regal in his nightclothes than he did in his uniform. Wix could detect his anger without having to resort to his talent. Without a word Wix unrolled the scroll on the table close by the oil lamp. Pom looked at it and gasped, while Wix felt the anger fade. "It is a living map?" "Yes, and the red dots are the enemy soldiers." "Summon a dozen of our best night fighters and have them kitted up and outside as soon as possible," Pom ordered the guard, as he smoothly changed from an arrogant ass into an efficient commander. A surprisingly short time later Wix was showing a group of proficient looking soldiers the location of the invaders. They studied the map, made their plans, and departed silently into the all-encompassing darkness. Pom retired to his caravan and invited Wix to join him. To Wix's surprise he got handed a jug of ale to drink while they waited, in silence. Eventually there was a knock and Pom gave permission to enter. "We have captured five men, sir. There may be a sixth but we are not sure, " said the soldier, as he entered. Wix unrolled his scroll but it showed no red dots outside the camp. "Where is he?" asked Wix, using the implant. "Just off the screen and I can't increase its range, with the equipment to hand. Don't worry, he'll be back for his mates," replied Spyk's voice in Wix's head. "Well, torture the prisoners until they tell us where he may have gone," commanded Pom. "They're Thants." said the soldier, "a suicide squad." "Damnation!" thundered Pom, "how did they ever get Thants on their side?" "There is a very large colony of Thants in their Kingdom," pointed out the soldier, "and the Thant's hire their suicide squads as mercenaries." "Thants?" asked Wix, over the implant. "A strict religious community in which everything is rigidly controlled for the common good. A Thant is a bit like part of a collective being, they think of their entire group rather than themselves. Their discipline is harsh and anyone caught disobeying is put to death. However joining a suicide squad, and eventually getting killed on a mission, can restore their honour. Therefore torturing them will extract no useful information," replied the voice of the dog. "My Lord, why not use them as bait to try to capture the last man?" suggested the tween. "Your Master was right, you are intelligent," said Pom, realising at last the tween's value. So it was arranged that the prisoners would be tied up to a tree at the edge of the camp, in full view of any intruders, with guards discretely stationed out of sight. That done the rest of the camp went back to bed. Wix was most unhappy to find his bed empty. Apparently a talking dog had spooked Maurick. Wix slept surprisingly soundly only to be wakened just before dawn by Spyk. "OK, number six has arrived and I think I know his plan. He is hiding in a tree on the fringe of the camp with a crossbow. He has got a good line on the most ornate caravan in officer country and has correctly guessed that our beloved commander is its occupant. I reckon he is waiting for Pom to come out, whose uniform will be a dead give-away, and then he'll shoot Pom and try to rescue his mates during the ensuing chaos," explained the dog. "So what do we do?" "You get your invulnerable little body in the way and save Pom's ass. If nothing else it'll get the bugger off your back, then point at the tree, don't forget the theatrics, and I'll do the rest," said Spyk. "Right, let's get going." "You can have your shower and breakfast, Pom is still sound asleep." "You bugged his caravan?" "Would a nice natured little doggy like me do a dastardly deed like that?" "Yes!" "You're getting more like our boss every day. Go have a shower." Wix had time for a leisurely shower, get dressed and have a full breakfast before he walked over to the part of the camp reserved for officers and took his place outside Pom's caravan. While he stood there Spyk's voice told him which tree the would-be assassin was in. He did not have long to wait, Pom came out the door descended the steps and faced the Apprentice Wizard. "NOW!" said the dog's voice, in Wix's mind. Wix threw himself at the Marshal and despite his lighter weight managed to knock the man over. There was a swishing noise behind him followed by a thump as the crossbow bolt buried itself in the wood of the caravan. "On my signal, point at the tree," said Spyk's voice. Wix looked around as if searching for something. "NOW!" Wix crouched down and threw his arm out dramatically pointing at a perfectly innocent looking tree. A thin shaft of coherent red light flickered for a few milliseconds, reaching down into the foliage of the tree and cutting through a branch with surgical precision. There was a crack and a branch dropped to the ground, closely followed by a man clutching a crossbow. A small black and white dog raced across to the man, and, while carefully keeping out of range, began barking loudly. To Wix's surprise Pom instantly caught on to what had happened and allowed Wix to help him to his feet. Men, alerted by the yapping dog, began to surround the fallen stranger, who was quickly relieved of his crossbow. "You do have your Master's powers," said Pom, leading the way across to the man who had just tried to kill him. "What is your name?" inquired Pom, when they arrived. The fallen man groaned, then said, "I have broken both my legs, have mercy and let my end be a swift one." Wix understood the man perfectly, but the words were all wrong. He looked round and no one was reacting to what the man had said. "Send for an interpreter," ordered Pom. "No need, I can understand him. His legs are broken and he begs for a swift end," said Wix. "A lad of many talents. I'm sure we can grant his wish, we have no need for a badly wounded prisoner," said Pom. "Watch it kid, we can't let them kill him, Arun would be really mad if we did, so tell them you can cure him and have them move him to your caravan," said the dog's voice in Wix's head. "Have him taken to my caravan. There I will cure him and interrogate him," said Wix, in his firmest voice. "I'll believe that you can cure him, but interrogate him, never, he is a Thant and you are wasting your time," said Pom. But nonetheless he gave the orders for the prisoner to be moved. He then told Wix a lot of questions that he wanted the prisoner to answer. Strangely enough only Pom's personal guards had enough courage to enter the caravan and they placed the prisoner on the bed, then they left with as much haste as they could. "You can understand me?" the Thant asked. "Yes of course. My name is Wix," the tween replied. He had to concentrate to make it come out in the same language, but it was no great effort. "By the powers of the gods, you speak it exactly like any of my brothers. I am called Hetch. Why did you have me brought here?" he replied. "First I'm going to heal your legs," said Wix, as he began to remove Hetch's clothes. "You don't need to undress him," said Spyk's voice over the implant. "Nonsense, it is one of the perks of the job, Arun told me," replied Wix. "You are a doctor?" inquired Hetch. "No, I'm apprenticed to the Wizard of Solton and my powers are sufficient to heal you." "And after you heal me?" "I will interrogate you and get all your secrets." "You would torture a Thant?" "No pain will be necessary." About this point the Thant lost his pants as the tween carefully removed them from his broken limbs. What came into sight amazed the tween. The cock before him was of quite ample proportions, but it was like no cock he had ever seen before. The head of it was naked and there seemed to be no foreskin at all. "What is wrong with his cock?" he sent to the dog. "He must be from the far north, much closer to the equator than here. There are many deserts that Thants inhabit. Sand under the foreskin can be very uncomfortable. So just after they are born they cut the foreskins off infant boys. It is called circumcision." It took all of Wix's power not to cry out and he busied himself getting the rest of the prisoner's clothes off. He then noticed that, apart from Hetch's head, there was no hair on his body at all. "He seems to shave himself all over," send Wix. "You had better put an analyser on him and then I can take him out for the nasty bits. I'll see if I can find out why he shaves while I'm in there," said the dog's voice. Wix got out the device and placed it on the back of the Thant's head and his consciousness went walkies. The dog then instructed the tween to place the inert body in the spread-eagled position on the bed. Wix watched, slightly repulsed, as the legs sank into the bed to allow the built-in First Aid kit to go to work on them. As his legs were healing the Thant dutifully answered each of the tween's questions. Wix carefully noted down the questions and answers on a piece of paper then instructed his prisoner to forget the entire incident. "What did he do that was so bad he ended up on a suicide squad?" Wix asked the dog. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" Wix nodded. "He confessed to having impure thoughts." "What?" "Yup, there is some form of tampering going on here, he doesn't shave by the way, the hair follicles have been killed. This world doesn't have the technology to do that. Something stinks around here," said Spyk. "What were his impure thoughts?" "He had the hots for another guy." "So that is no big deal. I mean, they weren't caught on the job, were they?" "That is Thant discipline for you. You don't have to actually DO anything wrong, just thinking about it is enough. But strangely enough, I have nothing in my data banks indicating Thants have a taboo about men having sex together." "But why would he confess?" "And that my lad, is the nub of the matter. It is a totally irrational act. I want a Thant in an AutoDoc right away. I'll bet someone has been tampering with minds. In fact, I'll have Arun come and collect some of them." "Any idea of who it was he fancied?" "Yup, one of the other prisoners, called Pard. Now, that one did get caught on the job." Wix left to report back to Pom. As he passed the prisoners, still tied up, he stopped to address them. "Hetch bravely attempted to rescue you but was badly injured in a fall. However he is being healed in my caravan. I will take you singly to visit him, when he is well enough to receive you," said Wix, in their tongue. "You do not look like a Thant, but in the dark you could pass for one," said the tallest of the prisoners. Wix grinned. Then asked, "Which of you is Pard?" One nodded and Wix looked him over. He had a slightly too pretty face for a man, but his body was compact and muscular. "Hetch has excellent taste," said Wix, as he turned to leave. There was a moment of silence then a burst of laughter behind him. Wix could feel Pard's embarrassment. At Pom's caravan he requested admission and it was granted immediately. On entering he handed the Marshal his notes. "The results of the interrogation, my Lord," said the tween. "You can read and write? Your Master taught you?" asked Pom. "Actually, it was his dog, if you want the truth." "Do not attempt to be humorous at my expense, lad," said Pom, reading the notes. Wix made no attempt to hide his grin. "You got all this information from a Thant?" asked an incredulous Pom. "Yes, and no doubt it can be easily verified, as you will already know some of the answers," observed the tween. "You were joking about the dog teaching you, weren't you?" Wix shook his head, still grinning as he did so. "Wizards and their magic will turn the world upside down. Do I get to execute the prisoners?" asked Pom. "No, that will not be necessary, my Lord. I will take them one by one to visit my patient and there I will remove any urge they have to return. Then I will send them to my Master, who has expressed interest in er, examining Thants," said Wix, quite diplomatically for one so young. "You are in communication with your Master?" "That is the reason his dog is here," lied Wix. "I will concede to his request, as I see from this intelligence you brought that your Master was correct. They intend to come over the mountains just before the winter snow. If they make it, we will be ready for them." said Pom. "They will never make it in time, the winter snow is due a little early this year," said Wix, lightly. "Your Master can control the weather?" "You know, I wouldn't be at all surprised if he could. Now, I must deal with the other Thants before we march. If I may be excused, my Lord?" Pom waved his hand in dismissal and the tween hurried off. Back at his own caravan he found Hetch still asleep but the bed had returned his legs although the lower part of the limbs, where the breaks had happened, were encased in a hard looking white stuff. Wix removed the analyser and Hetch drifted back to the land of the living. The tween then went and got the first Thant. The man was handed over to him still tied up. Wix took him to his caravan and there the analyser was slipped onto his head. The dog quickly sent a series of instructions to the device and the man lost the will to escape, or ever return north. His bonds could then be safely removed and he was released. That done he was shown into the night room and allowed to see that Hetch was unharmed, before being told to wait outside the caravan. Last to be processed was Pard. He did not leave the caravan immediately, he was shown into the night room and the door was closed behind them. Wix could sense that they needed to be alone for a while. When he emerged Wix led the five Thants onto the road south, there, just out of sight of the camp, Arun waited with the runabout. Like robots the Thants boarded the vehicle and Wix watched as its camouflage field made it almost invisible just before it silently took off heading for Solton. Soon the order to march was given and the army began it slow journey north. At the lunch break Wix saw to his horse then entered the caravan. He went into the night room and looked at the sleeping Thant, who had an erection and it made his manhood stand up at about 45 degrees from his belly. Wix slipped softly onto the bed and caressed the rampant organ with care, as he didn't want to wake its owner, well not just yet. Instantly precum oozed out and glistened moistly on the tip. Wix could resist it no longer and he took the purple head of the monster in his mouth. It was as soft as velvet and he slipped it over his throat with the ease of an expert. Within seconds his nose was pressing into the unnaturally bald area just where the Thant's bush should be. Using all his skills the lad soon had the poor man very close to an orgasm. Eventually the Thant woke, but by then his fate was sealed so he could do little but try to figure out what was happening to him before his orgasm hit with the speed and impact of a crossbow bolt. Wix enjoyed the first course of his lunch. "Why did you do that, lad," asked Hetch, when his breathing returned to normal. "I have never tasted a Thant before, I was curious," replied Wix. "Do you always do that to men?" "Only the ones I find attractive." "You find me attractive?" "Very, Pard is a lucky man?" "In what way lucky?" "Well you are no longer in a suicide squad, neither of you will ever return to your country, but as you are lovers I have no doubt that you will have a happier life together in Solton." "You would set us free?" "Yes of course. You are no danger to us now and I'm sure you have some useful skills we could use." "But none of us can speak the language." "The dog will soon teach you." "The DOG?" "When you have quite finished with my patient I would like to take the casts off his legs," said Spyk, in the Thant dialect. Hetch pulled himself up onto his elbows and looked at the dog. He groaned and fell back onto the bed. "A talking dog? What next?" "OK, please do not be alarmed, there will be no pain I assure you, but you must lie very still," said the dog. Hetch and Wix watched spellbound as the Thant's legs sank into the bed. There was a faint buzzing noise and the Thant complained that it tickled. Then his legs reappeared as good as new. "Please stand up and reassure yourself that you can walk," said Spyk. Hetch stood, at first a bit wobbly, on his repaired legs. After taking a couple of steps he discovered that the dog was telling the truth and he was fully healed. "Now what do I do?" asked the Thant. "Get dressed and we'll have lunch," said Wix, "Spyk, what have you prepared?" "Roast chicken with the works," said the dog. No one was more surprised than the Thant when they went into the day room to find the table set for two and a freshly roasted bird dominating the centre of the table. "Don't feed the dog any scraps as chicken bones are not good for him, " said Wix; just before he yelped as Spyk gave him a playful nip on the ankle. The meal was eaten in silence; mainly because it was a good long time since the Thant had eaten and even longer than since he had had a proper hot meal. For the afternoon march Wix was quite glad to let Hetch do the driving and sat beside him watching the world go by at slightly more than a walking pace. As they were now in their "permanent" camp a lot more care was taken in positioning things and getting the various parts of the camp into a military order. This time Wix's caravan was moved into "Officer Country" and put right next to Pom's. An orderly took over the duties of looking after the horse and finally there was a knock on the door. Wix opened it and found Pom on his doorstep. "Pray enter my humble abode, my Lord," said Wix. Pom entered and looked round the mostly featureless room. On the table sat several glasses and a bottle of his favourite plum brandy. He noticed the Thant, standing respectfully in a corner start slightly when he looked at the table, but could not work out the reason. Actually it was quite a simple one, when Pom had knocked at the door, the table had been bare. "A drink, my Lord, to take the dust of the road from your throat?" inquired Wix, smoothly. Wix filled three glasses and handed them round. Pom sipped his and looked amazed. The Thant sipped his and marvelled, the selection of alcoholic drinks he was used to was very limited and deliberately made to be quite rough on the palate, this was as smooth as silk. Wix, unused to spirits, took a mouthful, gulped and swallowed. There was a lull in the conversation whilst they helped the tween to stop coughing. "I fear that you must pay my regional drink a little more respect, young Wix," said Pom, trying desperately not to laugh at the tween's predicament. Wix wiped his streaming eyes and called the dog up on their internal circuits, "You might have told me this was firewater!" "A tip, NEVER gulp any strange drink," replied the dog, "OK the table top will become a map when you wave your hand over it. The text will be Union standard so neither of them can read it. Oh, the enemy are already advancing and are almost at the valley floor, that is why the weather overlay will be on the map." "My Lord, I have some new intelligence," croaked the tween, as he waved his hand dramatically over the table. Before the stunned eyes of the Marshal and the Thant, a highly detailed map appeared. The opposing army was no longer a flashing red blob it was individual spots of light of a wide variety of colours. At the side, a key told Wix the meaning of each colour. "The archers are denoted as red spots, the cavalry as blue, foot soldiers as green, officers as purple and non combatants are white," explained Wix. "Where is the weather your Master promised us?" inquired Pom. "This band which is slowly coming from the southwest is a vast volume of cold air. When it enters the valley here, it will force the warm moist air in the valley to rise and cool very quickly. This will start a blizzard in about 4 hours from now. Most of it will be confined within the Ring Mountains and by morning they will be able neither to advance or retreat. That will hold them until winter really arrives, my Lord," explained Wix. Wix then translated the entire thing for the benefit of the Thant. "If what you say is true, your Master was right our mission here will be wasted," said Pom, relaxing and enjoying his drink while he studied the map, marvelling at its detail. "They will starve?" inquired the Thant. "No, my Master has filled a cave with supplies. There is enough to keep body and soul together, but they will only be fit enough to retreat come the spring thaw," replied Wix. "It is a strange vehicle you have Wizardling. It has no ornamentation, but has the most intricate things within it. Pray show me round," said Pom. So the tween showed him the night room, and the shower with the indoor privy, which both the Thant and the Marshal thought unhygienic. Would you care to dine with me, my Lord?" inquired the tween. Out of curiosity Pom agreed. This time on his return to the day room he discovered what had surprised the Thant. The table was set for 3 and the meal in the centre of the table was roast leg of pig, Pom's favourite dish. After the meal Pom left with a scroll in his possession, it was in fact a portable display and since his caravan was quite close to Wix's, Spyk had little difficulty keeping it powered and up-to-date. As evening approached Hetch inquired what the sleeping arrangements were to be and was both excited and worried when he found that he would share the tween's bed. "Why?" inquired the Thant. "You would like to go to bed with men?" said Wix, using Arun's technique of answering a question with another question. The Thant nodded. "But you are not experienced in the art of making love to another man?" The Thant blushed as he confirmed this. "By the morrow you will be an expert," said the tween, with a cheeky grin. Again the shower was barely large enough for the two of them, but sometimes a lack of space can be a lot more fun than too much room. Eventually they arrived on the bed clean and dry. "Now Hetch, tell me what you really want to do with Pard," whispered the tween in the Thant's ear. There was a long silence and Wix could feel his companion's embarrassment. To relax him Wix began to caress his muscular body. "I want, I want to take him the way most men want to take a woman. I wish to fill him and leave my seed inside him," said the Thant. "Any position in mind?" "There is more than one position?" asked Hetch, sounding very surprised. The tween then recited most of the common positions for two males coupling and watched Hetch's jaw drop. "But let us warm up with a 69," said the tween, as he twisted round and got into position. Although the Thant had no idea what a 69 was, he remembered what had been happening to him when he awoke earlier and so he was not shocked when he felt his manhood being sucked into the warm mouth of the tween. The erect young cock that stuck proudly out before his face was just too inviting to miss and soon he had it deep in his own mouth. Things were warming up nicely when the tween broke off and moved into a face-to-face position. There Hetch learned the art of kissing. Hetch tentatively tried taking control and was pleasantly surprised when the tween not only allowed it, but actively encouraged him. Soon Wix was face down on the bed with Hetch trying to mount him. Wix was expert enough to get into the position required of him without making it apparent to Hetch that he had done it. A moment later Hetch's strange foreskin-less cock was seeking entrance. Wix resisted slightly and made the man push harder, then he relaxed and to Hetch's surprise a goodly length of his manhood entered the lad. He got an even bigger surprise when the tween pushed up his hips and the full length was quickly enveloped within the young body. "Now if we both lie still for a moment we can get used to things," advised Wix. "By the beards of the god's, it feels better than I had ever imagined," breathed Hetch. "And it only gets better from here," answered the cheerful tween, happy, as always, to have a man inside him again. "It was so easy to enter you, I always thought it would be more difficult, " said Hetch, in a sort of dreamy voice. "Well my Master is rather large, and he uses me well, so he altered me that I might take him easily and without pain," said Wix. "What a kind and thoughtful Master you have." "Now we try moving a bit," said Wix, wriggling about and making the cock within him buck and rear. "Eyie! That feels wonderful," gasped the Thant. Then he began very hesitant little thrusts with his hips, which barely moved the organ that impaled the tween. "You can do it a lot harder, I doubt if you could really hurt me," said Wix, by way of encouragement. Hetch cautiously increased the length of his movements and sighed happily at the results. "Harder!" This brought a slight increase. "No! Do it really hard." Again Wix only got a marginal boost. "Take it out and roll onto your back, I want to show you something." Crestfallen the Thant withdrew and rolled over. Wix quickly straddled the man and, carefully aligning his ass with the man's member he sat on it, driving it deep and viciously back into himself. "Now this is how I like it," said Wix as he began riding the man. Hetch was lost for words as the tween, with seemingly reckless abandon, bounced around on his manhood. "It does not pain you?" he finally managed to ask. "Nope! Now you have got the idea of how hard you can do it?" said Wix. The Thant nodded. "Right, hold me tight and roll us both over until I'm on my back and you are on top," said Wix, pressing his chest down on the man's chest. The pair rotated as one and Hetch found he was face to face with the tween and still inside him. Wix wrapped his legs round the man's body and seemed to be trying to pull the man inside him. Hetch now began moving his hips with the same sort of force that the tween had been using. "Yes!" they cried in unison. Just before Hetch could climax he felt the tween begin to jack himself off. Suddenly there was a hot wet splash on his chest and the tween's body went mad on his cock. With a savage scream he emptied his nuts into the climaxing tween, and then slowly fell on top of the lad, totally spent. Little sleep was to be had that night in Wix's caravan as he dedicated most of the hours of darkness to the happy job of educating the Thant in the wiles and subtleties of man-to-man sex. However if our two heroes were happy the same could not be said of the opposing army. No sooner had they made camp than the air became remarkably cooler. Presently big, fat snowflakes floated down from horribly black looking clouds. At first these did not last, melting almost as soon as they touched the warm ground. But eventually they sheer number of them sucked the residual warmth from the earth and the snow began to lie. But still more came from above. Nothing could be done now, but sleep. No army could move in these conditions. In Pom's caravan the fascinated Marshal sat watching his living map as the weather quickly disabled his enemy. By the time dawn broke the would-be invaders were up to their thighs in snow and their very survival was in question. On Wix's advice the army of the north retreated towards Solton to avoid a similar fate. By the time they arrived at their destination Hetch's education was complete and Wix was a happy lad. Not only had he had a few wild and sexy romps, but he could also look forward to spending his night catching up for lost time with his Master. Arun convinced Pom to return south to his home base before the snows closed the roads. As he explained to his Apprentice later, it was either that or add another extension to the Orphanage the following autumn. The Thants were now bi-lingual thanks to Spyk and all of them except Hetch and Pard went south with the army. The two remaining Thants had a sort of honeymoon in one of the guest suites at the Manse. Which is to say, they were only seen at meal times, usually holding hands and staring dreamily into each other's eyes. In fact everyone was happy except Spyk. "This time we have a real problem, that will not be solved easily," he confided to Arun and Wix, "I suspected something did not ring true with the Thants and I was right. It seems that we are not the only ones on the planet with Union technology. Someone is controlling the Thants and quietly building an empire. They must be quite well screened, as my initial scan of the planet never picked them up. Now I am going to have to locate them carefully then shut them down." Arun looked quite serious. It was one thing to be the only possessor of technology on the planet; it was another to have an equally well- armed opposition. So as Spyk began his tentative probing, the Wizard and his Apprentice flew north one night and landed in the valley of the Ring Mountains, just before dawn. The commander of the beleaguered invading force was greatly surprised to be wakened by his guard and informed that he had visitors. He quickly dressed and went to meet them. "I am Arun, the Wizard of Solton and this is my Apprentice, Wix," said Arun affably. "Commander Col, at your service." "I will come quickly to the point. You are almost out of rations, your fuel is almost spent and unless you receive help soon, most of you will die." Col nodded; well, there was no way of denying the truth. "Right, if you send a patrol due east you will find a series of caves. Inside are stores sufficient to last you until the spring thaw and the caves are large enough to provide shelter for your army. In two days there will be a sudden thaw and it will last long enough for you to move your army before winter sets in. Should you try to escape either to the north or to the south you will discover that the snow can return as quickly as it melted," said Arun. "May I ask why, Wizard?" "It is my duty as a Wizard to protect my town. However I do not have to become a mass murderer in the process. I have stopped your invasion and I will let you return home, if you co-operate." Col, caught by the balls, could only agree to the terms offered. Wix and his Master returned to the Manse to find a very worried dog awaiting them. To be continued in week's time. Comments and criticism may be slung at jamieaderson@compuserve.com My thanks to Scott for his editing.