The Wizard of Solton

The Wizard of Solton - Part 7

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Where Hetch and Pard get to know each other.

They had finally been left alone together in their guest suite. Pard was totally stunned by the place. Light came from nowhere and gently lit the room in a dim, but romantic fashion. Thus when Hetch reached for him and the strong arms wrapped round him, Pard thought he had died and gone to Heaven.

Although Pard had already experienced sex with another male several times, these had been brief and furtive couplings, which consisted only of the sexual act. Now Hetch was making love to him and this was something completely different.

Slowly Pard's clothes were removed so that his lover could reach more of his body to kiss. Pard however was not idle and spent his time returning the favour. When they were both naked Hetch led the way to the shower where he demonstrated some of the things Wix had taught him in the miniscule shower of the caravan.

It had never occurred to Pard that being wet, covered in soap, in a confined space with another man could be that much fun. His lover's hands caressed his buns and sneakily a finger entered him and the entertainment really began.

Skilfully the finger found his hotspot and massaged it. A bolt of pure pleasure shot through Pard's body and he melted into his lover's arms.

"I want more than your finger in there," Pard muttered, dreamily.

"First I finger you, then when you are begging me, I will take you and use you until you have satisfied me," said Hetch, causing a thrill to run right up Pard's spine.

One finger became two fingers and Pard found he had no trouble in accommodating them. The fingers continued their merry dance within him and Pard was reaching sexual heights that he had never dreamt were possible. He implored his partner to take him but Hetch just grinned and kept the fingers working.

Finally in desperation Pard pulled free of his lover, turned away from him, grabbed the rigid manhood, guided it towards his hungry ring and pushed back with all his might. Hetch watched with interest as his meat slid from view and Pard gasped as he impaled himself. By the gods, he had a man inside him again, and it felt good.

Soapy hands manoeuvred Pard until he was leaning, bent slightly forwards, against the shower wall. The same hands now firmly gripped his hips and held him steady for the ordeal that was to follow. The thrusts, when they came, were virile and powerful, those of a male driving himself relentlessly to his peak and taking his partner with him. Pard soon found the optimum position that gave them both the most pleasure.

"Yes!" cried Hetch, grinding his crotch into Pard's buns as his seed gushed into his lover's guts. Even as he was still shooting he reached for his partner's organ and quickly finished the job, enjoying the spasms that wracked Pard's body as he came.

Thus by the time dawn arrived Pard had learned a lot and poor old Hetch had empty nuts.

Wix and the Builder.

Wix had never actually seen Spyk in a totally serious mood. However, the dog seemed to have lost all of his sense of humour.

"Right," said the dog, "I have completed my detailed scan of the planet and we have a real problem. I have detected a Builder."

"Damnation!" said Arun.

"A Builder?" asked Wix, confused by the term.

"An Empire Builder; someone who arrives illegally on a planet like this one, which has relapsed into a pre-industrial civilisation, and uses modern technology to turn it into his personal Empire," explained his Master.

"Yes," said Spyk, "I detected serious alterations to the minds of the six Thants we captured. Although they did belong to an extreme religious cult, there is no way that their instincts for self- preservation could have been totally suppressed. Basically you cannot talk a human being into such a state it can only be done by directly interfering with his mind."

"So," continued Arun, "what is our exact status?"

"OK, we seem to have a single individual, as yet unidentified, running the show. Now let's look at the map," said the dog.

The desk in front of Arun and Wix shimmered and formed a map. Solton was visible on the lower border of the map, a little up the map was the mountain range, with the failed army of invasion trapped in caves in the sides of the Ring Mountains, then quite a bit north of the range was a strange set of multi-coloured, concentric rings.

"The green outer ring is an area of minimum safety. Where it is highly unlikely that the Builder will be able to detect us. Then next ring is yellow, where any transmissions will be picked up, however you should still be able to receive. The red ring is the most dangerous as any form of radiated energy, intentional or unintentional will be noticed, as there are sensors everywhere," explained the dog.

"And the white circle in the middle?" asked the tween.

"Ah, that is the anomaly. In that area the Builder has so much equipment running that it would be very difficult to detect any extra radiated energy, and even if it were detected, almost impossible to pin point it," said Spyk.

"Do we know anything else?" asked Arun.

"First, the equipment being used is quite obsolete. So I suspect that this Builder has been away from civilisation for quite a time, about 100 to 150 Earth years. So far the Builder's identity is unknown. Nothing unusual in that, but I'm fairly sure that it is a single individual, not a group. There is a minimum of equipment running and it seems to rely almost totally on solar power. There is no evidence of any sub-space radio traffic; mind you I'd have picked that up instantly. As far as I can tell the Builder has taken over a Thant settlement and has spent about a decade quietly converting it. Now the expansion phase has begun and the Builder has secretly subjugated the Royal Court. Hence the invasion," explained the dog.

"Let me hazard a guess, here," said Arun, "you have contacted HQ who said that they have no one available to deal with the problem and have ordered me to clean it up."

"They don't make them Wizards stupid," Spyk confided to Wix.

Wix smiled, it was good to see Spyk's natural humour return.

"Yup, and under the rules, we can't go in, lasers blazing and wipe the Builder out. We have got to do it with the minimum of fuss," said the dog.

"So, who is going in? You?" asked Arun.

"You must be joking, boss. This body of mine radiates so much energy that if I entered so much as the yellow zone, somewhere a console would light up like a knocking shop on pay night," said Spyk, "But somehow we have to get someone inside the white area on the map and disable him long enough for me to get to work."

"Then I'll have to go," said Arun, with a sigh.

"I suppose it would be tactless to point out that you'd stick out like a sore thumb, boss. You are far too fair skinned and much too tall to fool anyone."

"You are not going to send the tween in solo, are you?" asked Arun.

"We haven't a lot of choice, boss."

"I have my implant..." said Wix.

The dog and the Wizard exchanged awkward glances, then the dog said, "You tell him, boss."

"Er, well, your implant does radiate quite a lot of energy and you would immediately be detected as soon as you entered the red zone. However Spyk can set it so that you may turn it off and on at will," said Arun.

"So if I think that I'm in danger, I just snap it on," said Wix, cheerfully.

Again the dog and the Wizard looked at each other with guilt written on their faces.

"Hmm," said Spyk, "I suppose that I have to point out that although the implant works almost instantaneously, when it is running, it needs several seconds to start up from cold. During which time you would be vulnerable to attack."

"In any event I am not sending a tween in alone against a Builder. After all they do have a reputation for being quite ruthless with their victims, seeing them as a sub-species who do not quite qualify as human," said Arun, with a quiet air of finality.

"I could take Hetch and Pard with me. They are quiet good combatants and they would blend in easily," said Wix.

"The lad has quite a good brain. However there are several complications about using them. First, we would have to educate them, supply them with implants and make sure that they did not use the information for their own ends," said the dog.

"Do we have much of a choice?" asked Arun.

"No not really, I'll send for them," said the dog.

At that point, and without warning, the dog collapsed in a heap on the floor.

~ The sentient overlay has been suspended ~

The toneless words of the computer dallied around in the air, making Wix jump as it always did.

"Reason?" snapped Arun.

~ An extremely powerful electromagnetic emission of a totally random nature. There appears to be no data included, encrypted or clear ~

"Could this be caused by a large electrical spark or arc over?" asked Arun.

~ Affirmative ~

"Would the source be near the foot of the waterfall?"

~ That is a high possibility - but a number of my sensors are not functioning, which precludes an accurate positioning of the source ~

"What is Ythan currently experimenting with?"

~ He is attempting to transmit electricity through the air ~

"Anything like a spark gap radio?"

~ Affirmative ~

"I think we had better go chat with our local genius," said Arun, heading for the door with Wix hurrying after him...

"Ah, Wizard, you arrive at a most momentous time!" exclaimed a rather dishevelled Ythan, as the Wizard and his Apprentice arrived.

"Yes, so I gather, you have invented a way to send electrical energy over distances?" asked Arun.

"However did you know?" asked Ythan, obviously surprised.

"You are using a bit more power than you realise and it was easily detectable from the Manse. I would therefore request that, for the moment, you stop your experiments and have a chat with my dog. He may recommend some changes," said Arun.

"Certainly Wizard, where is he?" asked Ythan as he closed down the water supply to the turbine and the electrical field died.

~ Reactivating the sentient overlay ~

The hollow voice of the computer echoed around inside the heads of Wix and Arun.

"He'll be along directly," said Arun.

"Do you have no interest in my invention, Wizard?" asked Ythan, sounding a bit hurt.

"Actually I do, but more important matters demand my time so I have delegated the matter to my dog, he will inform me later of all the details," said the Wizard, turning to go.

About halfway home they met Spyk trotting along the path to Ythan's laboratory.

"What exactly happened?" inquired Arun.

"There are several implants in this body which allow the computer total control of it. Some of these were inadequately shielded. Well, I wasn't expecting to run into that powerful an emission on a pre- industrial planet. I'll beef up the shielding and put his lab in a Faraday Cage. Then he can make as much electrical noise as he wants," said the dog, as he continued on his way.

Arun was wise enough to wait until the next mealtime before discussing the matter with the two Thants. Judging by their appearance and body language they had been "making each other's acquaintance" at a decidedly physical level and for a prolonged period. They both had that happy, but slightly guilty look, that all males wear after sex.

"Do you two realise that your Thant community has been taken over by an off- worlder?" began Arun.

The two Thants looked confused. So slowly and carefully Arun explained the history of the Empire, its successor, the Union, and how civilisation was gradually being returned. Then he explained what a Builder was and how ruthlessly they tended to operate. Finally he asked the Thants, "Would you like to help remove this person?"

"Yes, we would gladly give our lives to rid the world of the person who tried to have us killed," said Pard, not realising the illogicality of his statement.

"Well, I don't want you to dispatch the Builder from this world to the next, just capture, disarm and bring whoever it is back here and I'll take over," said Arun.

The two Thants looked rather pissed off that they would be denied the pleasure of killing the Builder, but nodded anyway. After all, things could be changed when the Wizard wasn't around.

After the meal Arun led the Thants, now struck dumb with amazement, down to the equipment room. In order to convince them that the AutoDoc was safe Wix went first and had his implant adjusted so that the twinkling effect was disabled and he was given the ability to switch the device on and off. There was a pause, while Spyk filled the tween's head with all the knowledge of an expert horse rider, and then he emerged. A rather nervous Hetch followed and had an implant inserted, while he was being educated and taught all the planetary languages, he also had minor changes to his appearance, just enough to stop anyone he had known before from recognising him.

Pard didn't really have enough time to get used to his lover's new appearance before it was his turn. When he emerged Wix looked them both over. If anything Hetch had been made more masculine and, while a tussle between the sheets with him promised to be fun, you wouldn't like to meet him in a dark alley, if you get my drift.

Pard too had become a little more butch. He now looked as if he needed to shave whereas before his face had been as smooth as a baby's bum. Basically the changes were slight and any acquaintance would have thought, "Those guys look quite like Hetch and Pard," but would never have tried to start a conversation with them.

Next they all departed to Solton where, fortunately, it was a market day. There Arun and the two Thants then got treated to the entertainment of Wix and a horse dealer haggling. If both sides were to be believed the horse trader would be unable to feed his family and Wix had been robbed of his life savings for three mangy mares. In truth Wix got three healthy mounts for a reasonable sum.

Buying the saddles and bridles however was not nearly as much fun as the tradesman there was a rather dour character and flatly stated his price refusing to haggle at all.

A slightly apprehensive Wix saddled his horse and after the two Thants were in their saddles, he timidly mounted his mare. To his surprise he felt quite at home in the saddle, and the horse responded to his commands as he led the party back to the Manse. This sight puzzled the townsfolk; the Wizard walked while his Apprentice rode in style.

Back at the Manse Spyk kitted them out. The Thants were dressed as traders and Wix was given a servant's smock. Saddlebags were provided packed with lightweight but well insulating clothing, dehydrated and compressed food and a sleeping bag each. The food and sleeping bags were just provided for emergencies as Inns were plentiful in a world where the horse was the only means of transport.

Wix was also given an analyser and a wand, a thin, circular stick that tapered to a blunt point. He looked in a puzzled fashion at the final item.

"Ythan caught me out the other day. He produced an intense magnetic field that disrupted a lot of my equipment. That wand does a similar job. If you squeeze it, an electromagnetic disruptor field will set up around you and stop any unshielded equipment from working. While the field has nowhere near the raw power of Ythan's, it is selective and thus quite efficient," explained the dog.

"What is its range?" inquired Wix.

"Like all radiating devices the power diminishes by the square of the distance. So at 4 paces it has one 16th the power it has at 1 pace. It should disable a computer's mobile unit up to 20 paces and could do it permanent damage if it was within 4 paces. Also, unless it is used, there is no way it can be detected," said the dog.

Each of them also received a ring with a dull blue stone set in it. Spyk patiently explained that the stone would change colour as they moved about in the areas close to the Builder's headquarters. He also added that if they were close to a mobile unit of the Builder's computer, the rings would gently vibrate.

About an hour before dawn Spyk called down a large cargo flier from the Mother Ship. The horses were walked into it and secured in the stalls that Spyk had provided. The Thants chose to stay with the horses, in the windowless cargo section, while Wix sat alone in the cockpit watching the controls move, apparently by themselves, as Spyk flew the vehicle to its destination, half a day's ride from the southern edge on the green zone, and well out of detection range of the Builder.

Now while Wix in theory was an experienced rider, in practice his body was a complete novice. So although his implant insured that bumping up and down on the saddle caused him no long-term ache, it could do nothing for the transitory pain as he rode.

They were all watching the stones in their rings and suddenly they all flicked over from dull blue to an equally dull green.

The destination was an Inn about halfway through the green zone. Wix was most relieved to arrive as he had a numb bum by then. The landlord greeted them as they dismounted.

"Come in and have a drink, you must be dry after your journey. The stable boy will help your lad with the horses," he said.

This caused a smile to pass between the Thants and Wix got on with his work, as the idea of him being in charge of their little band would instantly raise suspicion. The Thants followed the landlord into the Inn.

The stable boy arrived and they led the horses off to the stable. Now the term "stable boy" was not really accurate as the "boy" in question was in fact a young man. He was taller than Wix, a bit heavy set, he had a cheerful outgoing personality, but his job strained his intellectual capabilities, if you get my meaning.

"I'm called Ruk," he informed Wix, holding out a large calloused hand.

"I'm Wix," said the tween, shaking hands.

"You'll likely be sleeping above the stable with me," said Ruk.

"Is there no room at the Inn?"

"Boys never get to sleep in the Inn, only their masters sleep there. And anyway it's better in the stable. The horses keep you warm all night. In the bedrooms the fire dies down quickly and then it gets cold," explained Ruk.

Wix looked Ruk over and sensed a rising lust in him; perhaps it would be an interesting night. The man might lack all sophistication, but he was not without some sexual charm, albeit of an animal nature.

Wix's question was answered when he was trying to put his saddle on the peg, which was mounted high on the wall so passing animals would not brush against it. Ruk, seeing Wix's problem came up behind him, lifted the saddle the extra distance and slid it onto the peg. Ruk's cock was thrust, not accidentally, against Wix's buns. Wix, grabbing the moment, wiggled sensually.

The saddle now safely on the peg, Ruk moved swiftly. Wix soon found a work-roughened hand on his bare bum as Ruk slid it up under the tween's smock. Within moments a calloused finger was worming its way into Wix. The tween, in turn, used his hands to investigate Ruk's tackle, but he stayed on the outside of Ruk's pants. Ruk did not flinch or jump back; he just stood his ground and let Wix explore.

Finally Ruk said, "Later!" and withdrew.

It appeared that although Wix was not allowed to sleep in the Inn he was at least allowed as far as the main room. There he was given a tankard of ale and eventually joined in the communal evening meal. It was a stew, consisting more of vegetables than meat, quite nourishing and tasty, unless you had been fed on Spyk's gourmet food for a while. Hunger, however, is a great sauce and Wix had no real problem in getting himself on the outside of his portion.

The meal over, Wix went and sat by the fireplace, where Ruk joined him. There they played the age-old game of seeing just how far they could get without being caught. Soon Wix was happily sitting on Ruk's hand with the middle finger worming round inside him.

Hetch and Pard fell into conversation with two other men. Eventually they were drawn into a game of cards with them. It was one of those games, like poker, where the stakes can quickly rise. At first the made some interesting wins, then a few losses, but not enough to worry about.

"You friends should have a care, or that pair will have the shirts of their backs before this night is out," Ruk whispered into the tween's ear, while slowly inserting a second finger into his rectum.

Wix began to take an interest in the game and by carefully monitoring the two cardsharps' emotions; he discovered that Ruk was telling the truth. Gradually, as the evening wore on the Thants winnings became smaller and their losses greater. The climax came suddenly as the Thants appeared to be on a fantastic winning streak. All their money was on the table and the only other collateral left was their rings, which they promptly bet.

"Watch now," whispered Ruk.

When the cards were laid on the table the Thants suddenly realised that they had lost the lot. As there were a lot of local men present, they knew better than start a fight.

Wix quietly extracted a fair number of Ruk's fingers from his bum and got unsteadily to his feet. The two cardsharps were now making as fast an exit as they dared and had just about made it to the door, when Wix suddenly stated that he was going to throw up. He staggered towards the door, ending up drunkenly clutching onto the departing pair for support.

They roared with laughter and helped the tween through the door. After a suitable time the tween returned to the room, wiping his mouth and looking quite unwell. Hetch and Pard helped him off to the stable where he returned them their money, plus the cardsharps' money, which had been in the same pouch, and their rings. He also gave them a real chewing out for betting the rings, reminding them that had they fallen into the hands of their adversary, it would have given the entire game away. So it was a rather cowed pair that returned to the Inn burdened by their saddlebags and the knowledge that they had almost caused a disaster.

Ruk turned up shortly after the Thants had left and was surprised to find his new friend bright and chirpy.

"I thought you just puked up your dinner," he said.

"Nah, I was just getting my masters' money and rings back."

"How?"

"I picked their pockets as they helped me out of the door."

"I don't believe you!" Ruk stated.

"In your pockets you have an old tinderbox, a reasonably sharp pocket knife and a rabbit's foot," said Wix, with a grin.

Ruk looked suitably impressed. Then taking the oil lamp from its hook on the stable wall he led the way up a ladder into the loft with Wix at his heels.

Now while the horses did indeed provide heat they also gave the stable a certain, how shall I put it, "atmosphere" and it took Wix a while to get used to it. The truth be told, he was now quite civilised and missed the home comforts of the Manse. The bed in the stable consisted of an alcove in the wall with a double bed, of less than generous proportions, which completely filled the space. This was separated from the rest of the hayloft by a curtain that had started its existence as a horse blanket and did not seem to have been washed prior to its change of function. The lamp was hung on the wall at the head of the bed, where it provided a flickering yellow light for the proceedings.

Ruk was not a lover; he just liked having sex. As no females were ever lodged in the stables, he had got used to going for the lads. He had tastes as simple as his mind so he stripped the tween and then undressed himself. Wix tried to get Ruk's cock into his mouth but Ruk said that it was "dirty" and refused to let the tween near it.

Thus Wix soon found himself stretched out, face down, on the straw filled palliasse while Ruk worked all the fingers of one hand into him. A long time back Ruk had discovered that slackening his partner before jumping him made things go much smoother. As a result, he only enjoyed either getting his fingers, or his cock, through the ring of a tween.

Having satisfied his first urge, he pinned the tween to the bed and began fulfilling his second one. He knew enough not to ram it in and gently but firmly slid the length of his manhood into Wix, who sighed happily.

Once in to the hilt he gave the tween no quarter. The strokes were long and sturdy and he kept a firm grip on his partner, as some in the past had managed to wriggle free. However he was pleasantly surprised to find that this one was actually moving to help him. Those cute little buns were being thrust back into his groin in a most delightful manner and the tween was actually holding his buns wide apart thus allowing Ruk full access. The thrusts became more savage and Ruk began to grunt. Finally, with a ferocious roar he climaxed and filled the tween with his seed.

He had hardly finished shooting when he rolled off the tween, blew out the lamp, curled up and went to sleep. Wix was left with mixed emotions, first he was mad about having no orgasm himself, but on the other hand, there was a perverse excitement of just being used for sex.

His Master calling him via his implant interrupted his reverie. Wix gave a concise report of the adventure so far, including his little session with Ruk. Arun laughed at the tween's fate but warned him about the cardsharps and predicted that they would return to get their loot back. He also pointed out that while the implants could not be detected there, reports of their action might reach the ears of the Builder and alert him. So avoiding situations where the implant might kick in would be prudent, and then he signed off.

Wix lay next to the sleeping Ruk and thought this over; in the end, he too fell asleep.

His slumbers were disturbed only once as his bedmate again took advantage of him. In essence it was a repeat of the previous performance and Wix's sole part in the proceedings was to be used in assisting in Ruk's sexual gratification.

Stable boys rise with the sun, Wizard's Apprentices get to lie abed for a few hours longer. So it was a slightly narked Wix that was dragged from the warm bed.

First they bathed. Alas, no warm shower, but a pool by the bank of the river. Fortunately the river flowed from the north so, although winter was approaching the water was not too cold having been warmed in the lands nearer the equator.

There was a fair amount of horseplay in the water, and then Ruk remembered the time and the chores that waited for him.

Wix was first out of the water and was just drying himself with his towel when things began to go wrong as he sensed anger.

"Ah, the thieving tween," said a voice behind him.

Wix spun round and saw the pair from the night before. Instantly he used his implant to call the Thants, who informed him that they were already on their way to bathe.

"You cheated my masters of all their possessions," said Wix, stalling for time.

"You can't prove that. Return it all to us and you may live."

"Can you prove that I stole it from you?"

"Look, boy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, which do you chose?" asked the man.

"The hard way," said Wix, as the Thants padded silently round the corner behind the pair that were confronting him.

"What foolish bravado is this?" asked the man.

"None! My masters are Thants and trained warriors."

The pair looked quite worried by this, but the one who had been doing all the talking said, "Be that as it may, they are not here to protect you."

Wix just grinned and resumed drying himself. Slowly the pair turned to find the Thants, swords drawn, ready for a fight and blocking the only path. Fortunately, as I said, the water was not too cold; the two cardsharps rushed passed Wix and pushed over Ruk in their haste to get into the water. They were last seen swimming furiously for the other bank as the current took them round the corner and out of sight.

"They'll be back," said Wix.

"Oh, we'll be there to protect you," said Pard, grinning and patting Wix on his bare bum.

"I shouldn't have taken all their money. I just didn't have time to split it up. After breakfast sort out what is theirs and give it to me," said Wix, not noticing the strange look Ruk gave him for ordering his masters around.

So while the two Thants bathed in the river Wix and Ruk got dressed and returned to the stable to get on with the morning's work. There being two pair of hands, the feeding and watering of the animals followed by the mucking out was quickly completed, leaving Ruk with some time on his hands before breakfast would be served.

Ruk instantly thought up a simple solution for killing this time and had Wix quite literally bent over a barrel, when the two Thants walked silently into the stable, just before the rogering commenced.

"Ah ha!" exclaimed Hetch.

"AARRGGHH!" screamed Ruk, releasing the tween and making a dash for the double doors of the stable.

Naturally he never made it and the Thants held him, feet well clear of the ground, between them.

"You would bugger our lad?" asked Pard, with a grin.

"We wuz only mucking about," muttered Ruk.

"Mucking about? With him bent over, the back of his smock up over his shoulders and the front of your pants open with your stiff little cock sticking out?" asked Hetch, also grinning.

"It wasn't like that, honest," lied Ruk.

"It was his third go," said Wix, helpfully

"A horny one and no mistake," said Pard.

"Wix, what shall we do with him. Run him through with our swords and be done with him?" asked Hetch.

Wix shook his head and said, "Nay, too quick an end."

"Cut off his balls! That will cool his ardour!" said Pard, thoroughly enjoying the joke.

Wix appeared to pause for thought before shaking his head.

"Carve off all his tackle and make sure he never sullies any innocent young lad again," said Hetch, entering the spirit of the game.

"Hmm," said Wix, cocking his head to one side while he considered this option.

Unfortunately Ruk could not see the Thants' faces otherwise he would have known that they were having fun with him, so he moaned with dread.

"Just hold him tight," said Wix, as he approached the terrified stable boy.

Wix reached down and took the now limp member that protruded from the prisoner's trousers and began to massage it. Then to the horror of its owner he dropped to his knees and bared his teeth.

"Maybe I'll bite his nuts off, one by one," mused the tween.

Ruk whimpered pitifully.

"Or I could suck on his cock until his nuts are empty. Yes, I've been wanting to do that since last night. Yes, that shall be his punishment."

Ruk made no protest as he watched his manhood slide into the face of the tween. However he was unable to maintain his silence once Wix got to work on it. It was as if he had pushed his cock into a container of warm, wet worms so he quickly became erect. Then the tween used his hands to pull Ruk's foreskin back and the fun really began.

Helplessly caught between the two large Thants and hardly able to move a muscle, he felt his hips begin to buck all on their own. Next the tween began using his hands to caress Ruk's tightly retracted nuts and sensuously rub the bit behind them.

The last vestiges of control of his own body slipped and Ruk could not stop himself from pumping his load into the tween's greedy mouth. He groaned loudly as his orgasm wracked his body and the seed was drawn from his nuts.

When Wix was sure the stable boy had nothing more to give, he let the softening cock slide from his mouth. He then put it back in its owner's pants and buttoned them up.

"OK it was dirty, but did you like it?" Wix asked the stunned Ruk.

Ruk sort of nodded, still unsure that this had all really happened, as the Thants sat him down on the same barrel that he had bent Wix over.

The happy trio left Ruk sitting there in a daze and went off to breakfast. It was about half way through the meal that Ruk put in an appearance and he avoided the visitors' gaze.

While the Thants were packing Wix told them of Arun's warning about the implants then he sorted out their money from the cardsharps' money and packed them in separate pouches. He returned their money and put the rest into his saddlebag.

A rather deflated Ruk assisted them with saddling the horses and he actually blushed when Wix quietly groped him. Soon the trio were off and shortly after they left on the road north two other, still damp, riders followed them.

At noon the Thants called a halt and Wix got the job of building a fireplace while the Thants disappeared into the forest to find firewood.

Wix could sense both fear and anger as the cardsharps crept towards him. His empathic sense was not really directional, but if you know that someone is within a few paces of you it is easy to locate them with your normal senses. Without any fuss Wix stood up, turned and faced a clump of bushes.

"You can come out if you wish, I know that you are in there," he said calmly.

The pair emerged looking rather sheepish and faced the tween. Suddenly Wix sensed that the larger of the pair was about to tackle him and he just had enough time to disable his implant before the man pounced. Wix grabbed the man's jacket and fell backwards placing his right foot in the man's stomach. When his back hit the ground Wix kicked as hard as he could with his right leg while maintaining his grip on the jacket until the man's body passed over his head.

The sickening thud of a body hitting a tree trunk was still echoing in the tween's ears as he bounced back onto his feet. He didn't even bother to see if his attacker was still in a fit condition to continue, he adopted a fighter's crouch and faced the remaining man. When Wix could sense fear was emanating from both men he stood upright.

"If I return the money that is yours, will you leave us alone? Because you are beginning to get on my nerves," said the tween, fishing the pouch out of his saddlebag.

His opponent nodded, but when the pouch was thrown to him he was too surprised to catch it, and the contents spilled onto the ground. Quickly he gathered the coins up and crammed them back into the pouch.

"Aren't you going to count it?" asked Wix, sardonically.

The man looked at the tween as if he were mad and quickly shook his head. Then he walked a big circle round the lad and helped his dazed companion to his feet. They were just leaving when the Thants stepped out of the trees.

"Let them go. I have returned their money and they have promised to leave us alone," said Wix.

"And they appreciate that the Thant penalty for breaking one's word is death?" asked Hetch, looking even more menacing than usual.

Both men nodded then scuttled back down the path and soon were lost from view. A relieved Wix reactivated his implant just in time to receive a message from Spyk warning them that very soon they would be leaving the green and entering the yellow zone.

Lunch and the remainder of the day's journey went without incident. A second Inn was found just before the boundary between the yellow and red zones and there they took lodgings for the night. Fortunately there were no cardsharps and the stable boy, with whom Wix was again bedded, turned out to be a spotty and uninteresting lad.

The next morning a message from Spyk reminded them to turn off their implants before starting out. This in no way worried the Thants, but Wix had got used to the protection of the implant and fretted slightly. About mid-morning the road ran through a forest and Wix, remembering his previous adventures, began to get seriously worried.

"We are in trouble," said Wix suddenly, as he sensed other minds and he did not like the emotions that they were emitting.

Before the Thants could draw their weapons, men began dropping from the trees all around them. Wix did a quick count and discovered that there were 8 men, all sword in hand against 2 men and a boy. They dare not activate their implants but, given the fact that the two men were Thant warriors, and the boy was trained in several disciplines of self-defence, the odds were not nearly as bad as they seemed. Especially if the robbers took Wix at face value.

"Dismount," barked the man who appeared to be their leader.

Calmly all three dismounted their mares. The two Thants were relieved of their swords and knives. Wix was more or less ignored while the warriors were being disarmed, so he passed the time by lifting an ugly looking dagger from one of the men who carelessly came too close to him.

The pouch with the money seemed to cause the most interest and a lot of attention was diverted to counting the contents. The Thants' rings then caught the leader's attention and he demanded that they be handed over. Only then did he turn his attention to Wix.

"Come here lad," he ordered, and Wix meekly walked over and stood before him.

The man pulled Wix to his side.

"You will come with us, I have some good uses that I could put you to. Tie the other pair up. If they are lucky someone will find them before they die," he said.

Wix made his move, kicking the leader hard on the back of his knee he brought the man down. In a flash he grabbed a handful of the man's hair and pulled it violently back, leaving his throat exposed. Then he put the dagger across it and pressed just hard enough to break the skin and cause a trickle of blood to run down the man's neck, for theatrical effect.

"One silly move and I am holding the hair of a dead man," Wix said, in a calm voice, which totally belied his true emotional state.

The man in his grasp was radiating fear and trying desperately not to do anything that might panic the tween. The other 7 were signalling confusion, as they had never had any experience of things going wrong before.

Their normal operation involved jumping small bands of travellers, whom they outnumbered at least 2 to 1, stealing all their valuables and then tying up their victims in such a way that they would not get free until the gang had made good their escape.

The Thants now moved as swiftly as the tween had moved. Within a very short while they had recovered their possessions and had totally disarmed all 8 robbers. Wix still held the dagger at the leader's throat while Hetch got ready to dispatch the first of the others.

"No!" said Wix, "just tie them up."

Hetch gave the tween a dirty look, but obeyed.

"You take orders from a tween," said the leader.

Hetch grinned at the man.

"I don't see you disobeying the lad," said Pard, also grinning.

When the last of his men was secured, Wix released the leader and handed him over to the Thants. Although the men had been trussed up like chickens the leader was tied less tightly, thus giving him a fighting chance of getting free. The trio gave the would-be robbers a cheery farewell as they mounted their mares and rode off.

Their rings were still dull red when they found an Inn for the night. The landlord was a large and rather plump man. This is always a good sign in an Innkeeper as it usually indicates that the food is good and plentiful. Wix was allowed to sleep with the Thants and all three were led to a huge bedroom with a bed large enough to sleep a family of six.

The smell of roast pork was filling the air as they descended for dinner and they were delighted to find that the Innkeeper's wife was indeed a good cook and in the process of roasting a whole pig on a spit above the kitchen fire.

The meal was a jovial affair, with the ale flowing freely and plates being handed back for second and third helpings. Thus it was a more than slightly inebriated trio that went upstairs to their large bed.

For the first time since the Thants had met up in Solton, Pard's ass got the night off, as Hetch made good use of the tween's magic mouth. Pard decided to roger the lad, as Hetch would never turn over for him. So the lucky tween ended up on his hands and knees on the bed with a shaft stuck in each end of him.

Unfortunately, as his implant was not operational, he could not go down on Hetch for long periods, but nonetheless he could still satisfy the man. Soon the juices were flowing from man to tween, who in turn relished the flavour before devouring all he could suck out.

Meanwhile at the other end Pard was having a field day. Only once before had he ever mounted another male, and then it had been a quickie, spurred on by the danger of getting caught. Now he could luxuriate in the delicious warmth of the tween's back passage. So he took his time, relishing every stroke that brought him slowly to his climax. He was vaguely conscious of his partner filling the tween's belly as his own contribution was just about to be given to the lad. Moments later he felt the thrill that comes to a male as he inseminates another.

"Stay inside him and pick him up," ordered Hetch, retrieving his manhood from the tween's voracious mouth.

Pard did as he was told and soon Wix found he was clasped to the man's chest with his feet well off the ground and a slowly softening cock still in his ass. Hetch squatted down before the pair and took the tween's rampant cock into his mouth and began showing Wix that he had not forgotten any of the tricks that he had been taught.

Pard started to hump the tween gently, driving a semi-hard cock over the lad's hotspot. Now it had been several days since Wix had last reached a climax. So, given the stimulation from both the front and the back, he was brought to the boil very quickly. He groaned as the jism was dragged from his body and his ring went into convulsions on the cock that was softly invading it, causing Pard to groan too.

Happily filled with cum at booth ends the tween fell asleep between the two men. In the morning he woke with a circumcised cock in each hand. First he went down on the sleeping Pard who woke quickly and rolled over on his back spreading his legs to allow the tween to do his work. When Pard's nuts had given the tween their all, Wix turned his attention to Hetch. Hetch must have been in a deeper sleep as he only awoke in time to enjoy his climax.

"I love breakfast in bed," said Wix, wiping his lips on the sheet.

Breakfast proper was a less jolly affair than dinner had been; though it must be said that the food was just as plentiful. So a well-fed trio set off to the north each with one eye on the dull red stone set in the ring on his finger waiting for it to turn white.

After a reasonable time this happened and all three activated their implants, only to run into a message from Spyk that was being repeated over and over again.

"Warning! I have good reason to suspect the Builder has been alerted, split up as soon as possible after you receive this message. Do not acknowledge this message until you are well clear of the red zone!" after a few minutes it repeated.

A little further along the track they came to a crossroad. At Wix's order the Thants took the paths to the right and the left while Wix continued on the path that was most likely to lead directly to their quarry.

Eventually he was sitting on his mare at the edge of the forest observing the small walled city before him. The walls were very new and high. They obviously had been built with a view to keeping would- be intruders out, as they clearly could not be climbed. However a well-guarded gate punctured them and everyone who passed through was having to produce papers.

Wix decided it was safe to call Spyk over the implant; if nothing else it would stop the warning message repeating.

"I think that I have found our enemy, but he is inside a walled city and everyone entering and leaving is being checked," he transmitted.

The warning message stopped instantly and there was a slight pause.

"OK I have you located and the city too. Ride slowly towards the gate and tell me when you are within 50 paces of it. Then I'll set up a localised sleep field. When I give the word trot through the gate and you should make it before they recover," said the voice in his head.

Wix slowly rode in the direction of the gate and at the required distance sent the message, "50 paces!"

He watched as everyone near the gate slumped over and, on Spyk's signal, he got the mare to break into a trot and rode through the gate. He was just rounding the first corner when he heard the guards begin to come too. Wisely he slowed down and rode gently along the street, bringing no unnecessary attention to himself.

"The city is built in a series of concentric squares split by two diagonal roads that cross in the middle. It is far too organised and regular to be the work of anyone from this world. I'll put my money on the Builder occupying the Palace right in the centre," said the voice in his head.

Wix therefore did not make his way directly towards the centre but gently zigzagged his way in. The city was a strangely quiet one; all the bustle and noise that were common in Solton were missing here. People moved purposefully around, working efficiently, no groups stood and gossiped. Most significantly all seemed to be reasonably dressed and in good health. There were also no beggars.

Wix reined his horse in by a public water trough and, while the animal slaked her thirst, he dismounted and took in his surroundings. Then he got the first really bad fright of his life. There was a nondescript man walking purposefully towards him, who wasn't there! Although Wix's talent worked only with his own species he had never met a human who had no emotional output whatsoever. Quickly he reported his findings to Spyk.

The stranger stopped directly before him and eyed him up and down just as the ring on his finger began to vibrate.

"A mere tween? That is all the mighty Union can find to send against me, a single, callow tween! Still, if you got by the guards at the gate, your appearance must be deceptive, so I'd better disable you," said the man.

Before Wix had taken in the words he found that moving was now very difficult. He could move, but it was like swimming through thick treacle.

"Right, he's got you in a modified tractor field. Don't even try to fight it, as it will only make things worse. Just go along with him for the moment. Oh, and the reason that you cannot detect him is that he is the computer's mobile unit. The Builder has allowed his computer to destroy a human and take over its body. All Hell will break loose when this gets back to HQ," said the comforting voice of Spyk in Wix's head.

"First let me relieve you of any little toys that might be dangerous, " said the mobile, efficiently searching Wix, and removing everything but his clothing.

"Ah, a ring that detects my presence, but obviously with insufficient range. An analyser that looks much better than the ones I use - most helpful. And a rod, what is its purpose?"

"It is a weapon," Wix managed to say.

"Interesting, how do I activate it?"

"Point and press."

"Really! Just that simple?"

Slowly Wix nodded and watched as the mobile pointed the wand at the mare and squeezed it hard. The effect was instantaneous! Every muscle in the mobile's body went into maximum contraction. As this included the muscles that controlled the fingers, the wand was now clutched in a death grip that could not be broken. There was no way that the body of the poor wretch who served as the computer's mobile could survive this treatment. Stiffly it fell backwards to the ground and the field that entrapped Wix quickly dissipated.

"Thank goodness you are on my side," said Spyk inside Wix's head, "that wand was designed to fry any unshielded equipment at 20 paces, that mobile will never work again and I'll bet you also took out most of his sensors for about 50 paces. So move quickly and head directly for the centre.

Wix grabbed his stuff, but could not pry the wand free, and then he leapt on his mount and took off at a full gallop heading as directly as possible for the centre. Strangely enough, this attracted no attention from the citizens, who continued to go about their daily business.

At the centre there was a large square building with a single entrance. Wix jumped from the saddle and, as he ran up the steps, the doors swung open which made him shiver.

"OK I'm probing him as fast as I can. As soon as I locate the computer I'll shut it down. Just keep him talking, your implant is giving you far more protection than he can guess," the voice in his head said.

"Welcome to my home, little one," said the voice. It was the same voice that the mobile had used, but it came from everywhere at once.

Ahead of Wix an inner door opened, he walked through it and it closed with a thump behind him.

"So, you destroyed my mobile?"

"Where is the Builder?" asked Wix.

The hollow laughter echoed round the chamber, "You just killed him."

"That is a lie, the being I killed was not human, it had no emotions," said Wix, in a very matter of fact voice.

"Hmm, in a way you are correct, it was no longer the Builder, but it was once his body. He needed some extensive modification to pass as a native, he was far too large, so he moved his personality into the computer for safe keeping while I attempted the operation. But when I was finished I converted his body into my mobile and used his personality as my sentient overlay. But now I have no mobile, so I'm afraid that you must take his place. Don't worry there will be little pain."

A beam of energy shot out of the wall in front of Wix, it never quite reached him and the resultant fireball left Wix the only object in the room that was not singed.

"Impressive," said the voice.

"Keep him talking, he's got the entire area screened and I'm having a heck of a job probing him," sent Spyk.

The tractor field came on again and a second door on the opposite side of the room opened. Wix was slowly being drawn towards the door.

"Come little one, let me put you into the AutoDoc and remove that tiresome implant," said the voice.

"Can he do that?" Wix asked Spyk.

"Er, well, the implant will not see the AutoDoc as an attacker, so keep stalling him," transmitted Spyk.

"Can I ask a question?" said Wix.

"Why not, but it will do little to save you. Oh, and you can stop probing me, I can detect you doing it," said the voice.

"Why do you remove all the body hair?"

"To reduce the infestation of surface parasites, but why do you ask?"

By now Wix was in the second doorway and the ominous sight of an open AutoDoc filled his gaze.

"Well I noticed it when I was having sex with a Thant warrior; and actually, that was what gave your presence away."

"You had sex with another male?" said the voice, and for the first time there was some emotion in it.

"Now that is strange," said Spyk's voice, "If I was being probed I'd have shut down the sentient overlay, but he hasn't. Perhaps the sentient overlay is overriding the main program. He just got very angry and his screening slipped slightly. See if you can make him really mad."

"You disapprove of males making love to each other?" asked Wix, innocently.

"It is an abomination!" said the voice, with some feeling.

"Actually I quite enjoy it," said Wix, getting the measure of his opponent.

"I shall not permit it!" thundered the voice.

"But didn't you once also enjoy it?" asked Wix, taking a stab in the dark.

"He seduced me and paid the price."

"Hey kid, you're good, how did you work that out?" said the voice in Wix's head.

"Just a hunch and it paid off," replied Wix.

"And it gave me enough information to identify him, his name is Rox and his lover, who he murdered, was known as Nith. After the murder Rox stole a FTL Mother Ship and vanished," sent Spyk.

"So you killed poor Nith, just because he loved you?" asked Wix.

There was a long pause which was followed by what sounded like a sob.

"You got him! He has dropped his screening. Firing in 5," sent Spyk.

"If you plan to kill me too, you'll have to be fast. You see, I'm not the one who was probing you," said Wix, counting on his fingers as he spoke.

There was a dull thump that seemed to shake the whole building.

"EMERGENCY! TOTAL LOSS OF COOLANT SUPPLY! INSUFFICENT TIME FOR AN ORDERLY SHUTDOWN! MANUAL RESTART WILL BE REQUIRED! REPEAT..."

But the repeat of the message never came and the field that held Wix died.

"OK, I've reduced his refrigeration system to slag and I don't think that restart will ever come, well, not outside a Union computer lab. Pard and Hetch are heading your way," sent Spyk as he signed off.

Wix found the doors swung open at his touch as he made his way out of the building and stood at the top of the steps. After a while first Pard and then Hetch joined him. They watched a fairly large cargo freighter silently descend and settle on the square before them. The locals totally ignored the device and the activity that followed as it unloaded. Monolithic blocks floated silently out and up the steps, before disappearing into the circular building. The Thants were a bit bug eyed by it all but, as the tween was taking it calmly, they did not wish to lose face by showing fear.

There were several odd noises from within the building as locked doors were blown open and some machinery forcibly disconnected. Then people began to walk purposefully up the steps and enter the building.

"OK," said Spyk inside their heads, "I've taken control of all the Builder was using. It'll take a while to process everyone and get things back to normal here. However now I have a direct sub-space radio link to the equipment I can do it a lot faster. Wix, your caravan is in the freighter where your lunch awaits you. I can't get you back to Solton until it is dark there, so you'll have to wait. No doubt you'll find something to occupy your time..."

Wix's priorities were, first a shower, next lunch, and then the fun began.

Pard lay naked, on his back, at the edge of the bed, his manhood pointing proudly skywards. Wix required no encouragement to mount the Thant and lower his cute buns onto the protruding member. However as soon as the man was inside him the tween was pulled down and crushed to the man's chest while they kissed. This left Hetch with a most interesting view of two widely spread ass cheeks and a rampant cock sticking in between them. Holding his rod in his hand Hetch carefully guided it to the same place as his partner's was.

Only then did the tween realise what lay in store for him as a second weapon was gently inserted into his ass. The two together almost reached the same girth as his Master's and for once he gasped in surprise. The Thants gave him a moment's respite to get used to the double penetration as the lad lay sandwiched between them.

Each Thant now began to shag the tween in his own way. Pard favoured short, sharp stabs while Hetch was partial to long hard thrusts. The combined effect of this novel sensation was not wasted on the tween. In fact Wix was having a terrible job trying to delay his own orgasm as the dual assault on his body progressed.

Bravely the lad held out as long as he could, then, as he lost control of his body to the convulsions of pleasure that is known as an orgasm, he sprayed his cream into the tight space between Pard's belly and his.

The twofold sensation of the tween's contractions on his member and the warm wetness of the lad's seed flooding onto his stomach was all that was needed to tip Pard over the edge.

Thus Hetch was treated to an interesting series of sensations as the tween writhed, then the cock that was rubbing tightly against his began to buck and fill the space they were in with jism.

Hetch now enjoyed the rest of the shag, knowing that his lubricant was the seed of his lover. This kinky piece of knowledge spurred him on to greater heights and soon he was adding his contribution to the mess inside the lad's guts.

Exhausted they lay in an untidy and very sweaty heap of bodies. Then they slowly untangled themselves and singly went through the shower.

Soundlessly the freighter landed in the Manse courtyard disgorging the trio and their mounts. The caravan made its own exit and, had the light been better, someone might have seen the two Thants holding each other's hand very tightly as the vehicle rolled down the ramp and parked itself neatly in the corner.

Later that evening, in the main bedroom, Wix submitted willingly to his Master and pondered on how nice it was to have a proper cock, complete with a foreskin and pubic hair, to play with. By the time the tween was finished, there was more of his Master's seed in his young body than there was in Arun's. A situation that he took great delight in.

The solution of what to do with the Thants was quickly worked out. The local Innkeeper, Gil, and his wife had been wanting to sell up for some time now. The citizens of Solton, penny pinching as ever, tended to bide their time, knowing that as the couple grew older and more feeble, the price would come down. Alas they were thwarted when Arun gave Hetch and Pard the money to buy the place at a reasonable sum.

Spyk made a contribution by teaching both of them the art of gourmet cooking, which certainly brought the trade in.

The customers soon got used to a male couple, who wore identical blue-stoned rings, running the Inn. If anyone found it strange that two males did all the cooking, they were careful not to voice their thoughts within earshot of the Thants. Arun and Wix never paid for a drink from the day the pair took over. And, with two chunky Thants running the place, there were never EVER any fights among the customers.