teen2b slow)(31/56)
The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
This special group release of sections 31 - 35 is done with special thanks to David at NIFTY and to Peter who felt no one should have to wait if it wasn't necessary.
Thanks to all for their continuing support. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 31
Jason - Monday morning
After Dale and Kevin took Denny up to bed, we swam for a while longer and then, after a nice warm shower to rinse off the pool water, we dried, dressed in fluffy white robes, which were the standard of the locker room and went back to the Games Room. The younger boys watched some TV and Kevin stayed close to Dale when they came downstairs. The bar was open and we adults had our usual draft beer. Digger and Anson lasted through just one round and they were off to bed, just ahead of Davey and Jamie. We sat through the news and a second round and then the three of us headed for our suite, as Ted and Dean went upstairs.
Dale and I were in no hurry to go to bed, so we sat in our lounge area and started to talk. Kevin looked a little lost and just stood quietly outside the bedroom door, waiting.
"Kevin, come over here and sit next to Jason, where I can see you." Dale called to him. The boy came over and sat where he had been told. "I know this is all very strange to you and you're not sure what to do and what not to do. I want you to relax and take it easy. You'll not be called on tonight to do anything except rest and sleep. Do you want to ask either of us any questions ?" The boy did relax a little.
"Am I allowed to serve both of you," the boy asked, "or am I yours alone ?"
"For now, you serve me, Dale told him, "but it's my hope you and Jason will be friends and will be kind and thoughtful to one another." He appeared to accept this. It was clear he had another question, but he seemed hesitant about asking it. "I asked you if you had questions. That means you can ask whatever you like and I suggest you do so, while you have the chance." I noticed the tone of Dale's voice had changed and so did Kevin. He had been told to ask questions.
"I don't mean to be rude, or pry, Sir," he started, "but I was wondering about the relationship between you and Jason."
"I understand the only relationship you have observed was between your brother, Mark and his Slaves, but you also realize your relationship with him was different from their's. Jason and I have even a different kind of alliance. Like you and Mark, Jason and I have a consanguinity where I am usually dominant, but unlike you and Mark, that is not always so. Occasionally, Jason will be controlling and I submit to a certain degree. Our submission does not go to the same extent you have observed before. I would never think of harming Jason, nor would he do me any hurt. That is part of the trust we have in each other and in understanding each other's limits."
"I think I understand, Sir." he said. "You are telling me there are different relationships people have according to what they choose for themselves as a couple." Dale nodded his head.
"That's very good, Kevin." Dale told him. "You picked up on that very quickly. Do you have more to ask ?"
"Yes, Sir." he replied. "When we came in here tonight, I normally would have gone into the bedroom, undressed and knelt in a corner until you gave me instructions. But you don't expect I should do that, do you ?"
"No, I don't, Kevin." Dale explained. "Your service with me will be limited, to the instructions I give you about your behavior, your self discipline and your ability to maintain yourself as an independent person. If I must get strict with you, to help you accept the new responsibilities and limitations I am going to impose, then I will. If you can adapt as I expect you to, with limited, or no domination, or discipline, then all the better. As I told you before, I expect you to listen and do as I tell you. I do not expect you to follow your old routines. If you are uncertain, you may ask, except when I have told you to do something."
"Thank you, Sir." he responded. "I do think I understand what you expect. I will try to listen and follow your instructions. What about sex ?"
"Kevin, you are 16, going on 17 and have had sex most of your life. We would like to help you not only learn, but understand the difference between sex and love and how each adds to the other. You have expressed a need to be close to me, or us, or someone. You can judge whether your need means sleeping with us, or on the couch, having sex with us, or someone else, or on your own. I will not regulate what you can do, as long as you have the agreement of whoever you are doing it with. I will however, regulate what you can not do. If I say you can not sleep here, or there, or if I tell you that you may not have sex with this one, or that one, then the rule will be enforced."
"So that means," he reviewed, "I can sleep with you, unless you tell me I can't, or I can have sex with Jason, unless you tell me I can't."
"Or unless he is unwilling," Dale reinforced, "or anyone else you wish to do something with is unwilling."
"I understand," he confirmed, "and so far you haven't told me I can't do anything." Dale nodded. "So that means I can sleep with you guys tonight." It was a statement, not a question, but he looked at both of us, to see if there was an objection. There was not.
Later, when we undressed for bed, there was no delay in Kevin stripping his clothes right off and bouncing into our bed. I had looked him over earlier this evening, when we had been in the locker room, before our swim time, but I had a close up look at this boy/man, as he climbed under the sheets. He was in all appearance, a full grown man, in spite of his mere 16 years. His physique was proportional to his size and he had a handsome face to top it off. His black hair framed his face with its dark blue eyes and full lips. The face was thin, but not gaunt and when he smiled, his bright white teeth made his dark complexion light up, attractively.
He had broad shoulders with some definition across his chest, back and arms. The pink disks on his pecs had little nubs which retracted unless he was excited, at which time they became hard little nubs that had always been a very sensitive part of his body. His flat stomach showed the exercise regime which he had carried out on a daily basis with his brother. Thick `brillo' pads of course, black hair filled the pit under each arm and the same course hairs covered his groin in a thick mass. His chest was bare, but a thin, black, hair trail ran from the vee of his chest to his navel and from there thickened and widened into a strip running into his groin.
His legs were firm and showed muscle tone, when he moved or flexed. He had a cute, little butt, which was smooth and absent of any of the dark hairs which were visible when he bent over, in the valley between his firm cheeks. I had seen his flaccid penis, earlier and it hung at about 4" over a generous skin bag which held two, adequate, firm testicles. The bag was furry, but the hair was thin and wispy and felt soft and pliable to the touch. The space between his legs had a dusting of the same type of soft hair. I was later to find out, that flaccid penis was circumcised and would extend proudly to a thick 5 «" of solid, steely flesh. This was a very handsome and desirable young man and I must admit, he had many of the physical attributes which attracted me to Dale.
There seemed to be some uncertainty as to who was going to sleep where, within our bed. Dale made the final decision, that he would be in the middle, with us all laying on our sides. I would spoon him, while he spooned Kevin. Dale allowed no sexual activity among us this night, except for the visual stimulation which we all provided for each other. I spooned Dale loosely, my hand resting on his hip and thigh, but Kevin lay in tight against him and held tight to the arm Dale draped over his side and down across his stomach. We talked quietly among ourselves as we drifted off to sleep and it was easy to tell a great deal of the tension had left Kevin and he seemed much more secure and settled. As we had only been together for a relatively short period of time, I felt Dale had really made significant progress with his young charge.
Davey - Monday morning
All thoughts of pleasure with Jamie had been driven out of my mind with the urgent message Denny needed me. Jamie felt it at the same moment. When we reached our room and his bed had been empty, I had a moment of panic, as I realized, I could not sense him anymore. One look at him laying on the bathroom floor and I knew he was dying. I could see his life escaping from his body, just as I could see the waves of heat rippling out from him. A moment of calm came over me and I knew exactly what to do. I picked up the telephone receiver and pressed the button for Dad. After I spoke to him, I heard the receiver on his end drop and hit the bedside table.
Dad was in our door, before I could even hang up the telephone. He looked at Denny's bed and then at me.
"Where ?" was his single question, but he saw Jamie in the bathroom and was there, before I could even answer. Uncle Dean was right behind him. As Dad knelt beside Denny and began to carefully feel his body over for injuries, Uncle Dean went to the telephone and picked up the receiver.
"Mr. Chen." he said in a calm, authoritative voice. "Call the Doctor, We need him right away for Denny. Afterward, please come and help us." He set the phone down and returned to the bathroom.
"His life is leaking from him with the heat." I said to them.
"Yes," Dad responded, "he has a very high temperature." His voice was unsteady.
"This is not your fault." Jamie said to my Dad, reading his thoughts. "You couldn't have known." Dad glanced at him and nodded.
"Dean," Dad said. "turn the shower on so it is warm, not hot." Uncle Dean did as he had been asked and Dad picked Denny up in his strong arms. Denny looked so small and fragile as Dad held him. Dad then stepped into the shower, holding Denny, so the water rained down over him. "Dean, I want you to lower the temperature of the spray slowly, until it is cool to your touch, but not cold. Jamie, you and Davey fill the bath tub with water that feels cool to you, but not cold." We all did as he had asked. When I turned back to Dad, I could see a difference.
"His life has stopped spilling out," I told them, "and the heat is not radiating from him any more."
"Dean, help me get his wet pajamas off him." Dad asked Uncle Dean. When they had done this and the bath tub was ready, Dad stepped away from the shower and lowered Denny's body into the tub. He held Denny's head, so his neck and the back of his head were in the water and Uncle Dean put cloths, dampened with the cool water, across Denny's forehead. Mr. Chen had arrived and he went to the top end of the tub and placed his hands on each side of Denny's head. After a minute he nodded at my Dad.
"The worst has passed." Mr. Chen said. Dad then lifted Denny out of the tub and he and Uncle Dean dried him off. Uncle Dean took him from Dad and placed him back in his bed. They continued to put cool, damp cloths on his forehead and waited for the Doctor to arrive. Dad went to get changed into dry clothing and Mr. Chen called for housekeeping to come up and clean the bathroom. He told them, it would have to be disinfected and to bring the needed equipment.
"You boys have done well, tonight." Mr. Chen told us. "There is nothing more you can do to help. Go to bed in Jamie's room. I promise to wake you, if anything else happens." Dad had come back and Uncle Dean had gone to change. Jamie went over to Dad at Denny's bedside and hugged him.
"This is not your fault." he repeated. "You could not have known." I went and hugged Dad too.
"Thank you, boys. For everything." Dad said to us. "You have saved your brother's life tonight and have acted very responsibly. Now the best thing for everyone, would be if you got some sleep." We went back to Jamie's room and crawled into bed. We did not sleep, we just lay there thinking. A short while later, the sounds of the Doctor arriving and going down the hall could be heard. Without a word between us, we both got up and went back to my room.
Dad explained what had happened to the Doctor and what they had done. The Doctor listened carefully and then checked Denny over.
"His temp is rising again." the Doctor commented. "I'll give him an injection and leave you some medication to help control it. You did the right thing. Little people this age and younger, are very susceptible to fever and it can kill, or permanently damage them. Bringing it down gradually, as you did, is the best way of controlling it. Half the battle is fought, just getting it to come down." The Doctor gave Denny an injection in his hip and both Jamie and I felt it. He offered to call in a nurse, but Dad said he was going to stay with Denny for the night and Uncle Dean said he wasn't going anywhere either. The Doctor left and we went back to Jamie's room.
"We should have known something was wrong with Denny." I said. "Why didn't we feel it ?"
"I think we did." Jamie answered. "We just didn't recognize it. He's a lot different than us and we don't always know what certain things mean. We knew he was tired and we saw him sitting with someone all day, like Dale on the plane and Anson tonight in the Games Room. We just need to learn to understand our feelings better."
"Yeah," I agreed, "at least we felt his need, when it was really important. I'm going to make more of an effort to stay tuned in on Denny from now on, so I don't ever miss something like this again."
"Me too." Jamie agreed. Somewhere in the lapse that followed, we both fell asleep. My sleep was restless and troubled. I dreamed the wanderings of Denny's mind. It was a collage of events and activities, some of it nightmarish memories and some filled with joy. I'm happy to know, some of that joy involved me and the rest of the family. When I woke in the morning, my first thought was of Denny. Jamie woke at the same time and looked at me.
"I dreamed it too." he told me. "I think being so close to both Denny and you, caused me to have the same dreams." I understood, what he meant. We pulled on our robes from last night and hurried down to my room. Quietly, we opened the door and found both our Dads were wide awake, sitting in the lounge area, talking. Denny was laying in his bed, still sleeping. You could tell he was sick, `cause it was 7:30 and he hadn't gotten up yet. I suppressed an urge to stand and stare at him, to see if I could get him to wake up.
"He's doing okay." Dad told us. "The temperature is still trying to go up, but the medicine is holding it. How did you boys sleep ?" We told them and Uncle Dean suggested maybe we could lay down and have a nap in the afternoon, seeing as school had been postponed for today. Good news does come at the most unexpected times. I suggested Dad and I get dressed and go and get breakfast, then Uncle Dean and Jamie could go for breakfast together, when we got back. Everyone thought that was a good idea, so I grabbed my clothes, then Dad and I went to his suite to have our shower.
"We haven't had any time alone for some time." Dad commented, as he washed my back in the shower.
"No, we haven't." I replied. "It's nice to have you all to myself, once in a while. The last time was in your office, when I needed to tell you about my problem. You never said anything about it again after that."
"It wasn't up to me to talk about it." he told me. "If you needed my further help, I told you it was available, but you never said anything more. I figured you had resolved the problem."
"It was resolved," I laughed, "but I don't think so much by me doing something, as by you doing something. Let's change the subject, before one of us has to tell something, we don't want to, rather than having to tell a lie"
"A good resolution." he laughed back.
"Dad, Dale is going to talk with you this morning," I told him on a serious note, "about involving Kevin with someone else, besides himself. It will be a good idea and you should support it, by making the arrangements necessary for it to happen."
"I have already told Dale, I will support him with Kevin in any way he sees fit," he answered me, "but thank you for the heads up on what is going to happen."
"You know, I will not always be able to tell you what is going to happen." I told him. "When the Guardian that premonition belongs to takes his full gift, I will lose what little portion I now use."
"Does that bother you ?" he asked.
"No," I answered, "I just don't want you to have the wrong idea about the gifts. I only hold the gifts, until the Guardian they belong to is able to take them on his own. Prophesy and premonition will be the last to leave me and the proper Guardian, will take the rest of it shortly. I then will have only my own gifts left."
"Is it all right for you to tell me these things ?" he wanted to know.
"You are my Dad, whether it's legal or not. I trust you and Dean totally and have no doubts about telling you anything, I can. When are you going to trust Dean that much ?"
The Prophesy of the Guardians
The House of Chen, being both old and honourable, shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.
From this time forth, one son will be born to the House of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.
These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this knowledge until its time arrives.
In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince) of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches lie elsewhere. To them will come four treasures to be nurtured and guided. They will father the four to manhood.
Each Guardian will possess gifts.
One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.
One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds of his fellow man and knowing truth.
One will hold the gift of communication and know all languages, written and spoken.
One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the catalyst to the power of the four.
Each will sense the presence of others.
Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never allowed before to man.
There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
Care must be taken to preserve them while they grow and develop their skills. They must learn to love and trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.
(Incomplete translation)