Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason
All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for strictly personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. "Young Jeremy Taylor" is strictly fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold gradually. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at carl_mason@comcast.net
This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.
CHAPTER 6
(Revisiting Chapter 5)
Nearly a week after the cadets had returned to Precopius, Kazan told Jeremy that his father desired to speak with him. Specifically, he asked that the youngster from Earth come out to the house that afternoon and sent a prepaid stub for an air taxi.
After Jonas had shown him into the library and gone to find his master, the blond youth noticed a younger teen reading a book in a window seat. Well dressed and groomed, he was obviously deeply immersed in the tome. Jeremy was sure that he had seen him somewhere before. That muscular body was familiar! Simultaneously realizing who the other was, they let out wild whoops and raced towards each other. Meeting in mid air, they crashed to the floor and rolled over and over on the carpet. "You did this, you did this!" Toby screamed through his tears. "Do you realize that Kazan's father is going to adopt me? Do you know that I will go to the Academy as a Fourth Classman in the fall? You've saved my life, Jeremy. You will always be my brother!" As the tears rolled down his face, Jeremy could only cling to the sturdy lad. Kazan's father, the Imperial Counsel to the Precopian Emperor, Isandrious IX, watched approvingly from the doorway.
(Continuing Our Story - Isandrious IX)
Arriving with Kazan for his family's Friday night dinner, Jeremy smirked when he saw that Toby had already been fitted with a bright blue rehnax. All things considered, he thought, it didn't look all that bad on him! When they found themselves off to the side for a moment, he smirked and asked the boy how he liked his new formal garment. Toby looked him straight in the eye, grinned nastily, and asked Jeremy if there were any part of his body that it DIDN'T show. "Guess not..." the blond cadet responded, "but I must admit that I kinda like what I see." An even more raunchy expression on his face, Toby asked, "And I said that I didn't?" Shaking his head in surrender at that one, Jeremy walked over towards Sejennah. As he approached, she laughed and asked, "Do you know what's following you?" Turning around and finding Toby about eight inches behind, the blond-haired one laughed and said, "Well, I guess everyone has to have a puppy." "Nah," piped up Toby, "I'm his litt'l brudduh." Sejennah laughed gaily and whispered to Jeremy that she thought he had found a new friend, a very cute one!
When the boys - minus the prepubescent Askurus who stayed below with Sejennah - went upstairs to Kazan's apartment, they found that only one servant was available to serve...refreshments. Asserting the rights of the landowner, Kazan escorted her down the hall. As he munched on a handful of chips, Toby turned to Jeremy, saying, "I've got troubles, bro! This damned rehnax doesn't feel right. Can you give me a hand?" "Sure, Toby," Jeremy responded. "How can I help?" In the blink of an eye, the brown- haired teen had wiped his hands, wriggled out of the garment, and stood naked in front of his hero. "I couldn't say 'thank you' on Mortonia, Jeremy, but I can now. I loved you the moment I saw you from across that field. Any chance that you like me...even a little?"
The blond was about to remind the boy of where he was, but he suddenly realized that he was already inflamed. Standing in front of him was the beauty incarnate. There wasn't a part of the fourteen year-old athlete's muscular body that wasn't impressive - and his butt and genitals would have been spectacular on any young male! Hard erect, he approached Jeremy and slowly thrust his heavy cock into the older teen. "Please let me," he whispered. Kneeling, he took the older teen's thick cock into his mouth and deep throated it so effortlessly that Jeremy didn't even realize it had happened until he felt Toby's throat muscles working on him. Thrusting vigorously into the lad's mouth, he exploded within moments. Shortly, after he had thoroughly cleaned Jeremy, Toby helped him to dress and sat back in a chair watching him.
"I'm not going to live like a slut on Precopius, Jeremy. Unless you want me - and I'll pray that you do - that's not going to happy again so easily. As soon as I started growing on Mortonia, that's how my foster family squeezed more money out of me. The great man who will adopt me as his son knows about this, by the way. Just know how much I love you. Gratitude has nothing to do with it!"
Shaken, Jeremy rose after only a couple of minutes, went over to Toby, almost lifted him from the chair, and kissed him. Slowly, he helped him to bring the rehnax up over his body and get it all smoothed out. Then he hugged him, saying, "Listen, Mister, I like you one hell of a lot more than 'a little'. Know that wherever we are and whatever we're doing that I'll love you till the day I die. I never had a 'little brother' before, and I'm going to let him know how much I like it!" At that moment, Kazan returned to the living room and the boys were soon on their way down to dinner.
The main topic of conversation at dinner was the plan to entertain the Emperor. As was explained, that wasn't an easy task, for it involved entertaining not only the Emperor, but also his sizable entourage. There were other factors to consider: For instance, he was what was known as a Feinschmecker [a Gourmet or person who is an excellent judge of fine food and drink]. If that weren't enough, he liked vast quantities of the finest food and drink! Needless to say, success also demanded providing other appropriate activities that would please all concerned. Here, as in everything else, Isandrious IX was not easy to satisfy. In recent years, only the richest citizens had dared invite him to their homes. In any case, the Imperial Counsel and his wife were about to attempt a social event of the year. It was decided that the event would be held at their villa in the Central hills and would involve both a "Shoot" (or hunt) and a formal dinner. The villa was chosen due to its size and facilities, as well as the Emperor's love of hunting. That is, nearby mountains contained large bands of chamois (pronounced: shammy; a species of goat antelope originating on Earth and living in mountainous areas). Additionally, it was located in a heavily forested area, rare on Precopius and favored by wild boar. The younger members of the family, including Jeremy, would be involved as their schedules and preferences permitted.
For weeks, there was no other subject of conversation among the family. Jeremy and Kazan even had difficulty keeping their minds on Academy obligations! Finally, the day arrived, a sparkling day, a day when the bright sky was filled with scudding white clouds that signaled the height of the Precopian summer. The family and a larger than usual staff had the villa in superb shape. Outside, the Imperial Counsel and three of his four sons - Kazan, Jeremy, and Toby - stood, waiting for the royal airbuses to arrive from the palace. All were dressed in hunting outfits, something that for some reason highly amused the youngest among them. In fact, Jeremy had already swatted at Toby a couple of times, but nothing seemed permanently to stop occasional outbursts of snickers and giggles.
Slowly, the two great imperial airbuses settled on the tarmac and immediately began disgorging their passengers...all dressed to the nines. Suddenly, everyone fell back as the Emperor was helped down from his seat. Portly, dressed in a rather archaic hunting costume and carrying an immense rifle that was probably powerful enough to blast a great Dava monster into a hundred pieces, he did not cut an especially impressive figure. Hearing a muffled snort behind him, Jeremy stopped short, braced himself, and let Toby run into him. There was a grunt, but for some time, no more snorts. Kazan's father approached the Emperor and bowed low. "Welcome to my home, Your Imperial Majesty," he murmured. "Come forward together with your sons, dear friend, and let me see you," said the Emperor. After a short personal greeting that included a brief embrace (something that set tongues wagging enviously), the Imperial Counsel introduced his boys. When he reached Toby, the Emperor halted, turned towards the boy, and said, "Ah, yes...Toby. I seem to remember that you will enter the Academy shortly. You are a powerful lad! I think that I shall enjoy seeing you score Muhrtog niners [i.e., nine-pointers]!" Toby went bright red, but he remembered to bow his head and go down on one knee before the Emperor. With a very few (probably memorized) words, His Imperial Majesty had created a friend for life.
Within moments those who were taking part in the hunt had boarded the smaller airbuses provided by the Counsel and were on their way towards the mountains in the background. (The others were being escorted inside for tea - or for a hundred other activities that had been arranged for them.)
Landing in a pre-arranged area, small groups of hunters with guides set out in pursuit of the sturdy, nimble animals with their remarkable leaping ability. It was too early for the males to have rejoined the herd for the fall rut, but they might come across one of the elusive creatures. Living in small groups, the females with their young were more common as they grazed and browsed among the mountain grasses and lichen found on rocky slopes. Nevertheless, like the males, they had extremely acute senses of smell and sight and were not easy prey.
The sharp crack of rifles was soon heard across the area where they were working. It was not too long before servants began to appear carrying the trophies whose summer coats were light brown with a black strip down the spine. Most had sharp, curved horns anywhere up to 8-inches long that were used in defense against predators and by the males in battling for mates during the rutting season. Toby was quite a sight as he staggered in, carrying a beautiful 3.5-foot long male on his back that had been shot by the Emperor himself. The beautiful animal had to weigh 75-80 lbs. (Later in the day, the Emperor asked the boy if he had ever had a chamois shirt. When he bashfully admitted that he had never SEEN one, the Emperor ruffled his brown hair and promised him a gift in the near future.) This first part of the shoot concluded with a late lunch served by servants in a festive tent set up in a mountain meadow. Polite applause broke out around the tables when servants brought in bottles of Czech Pilsner Urquel beer that had been shipped from Earth for the Emperor and his guests. Everyone knew that it was his favorite of favorites.
When the hunters returned to the villa in the late afternoon, they were free to relax, to talk, to drink, to enjoy the library, or to swim in a small lake nearby. Servants prepared the animals that had been taken for their trip back to Precopius City. The formal dinner scheduled for eight o'clock was completely under control. As a matter of fact, the boys found the smells issuing from the kitchen to be increasingly seductive. The great dining room sparkled with crystal, porcelain, and fine cutlery of silver and steel. Flowers were being placed on each table. Kazan's mother called her chief servants - plus her own family - together for a final check. All seemed well...until a voice called out faintly from the rear of the group.
"Yes, Toby," she said, recognizing him to speak. "Ma'am," he began, "even though I'm young and new, may I say something?" "Yes, Toby," she answered gently. "For some weeks now in the library at home," he said, "I have been reading in the Imperial Register about the ways in which we can honor those whom we love and who have earned our respect. For instance, I read how an outsider can become a Precopian citizen by being presented to the Emperor and Precopian Society 'naked before the gods and man'. It seems that our bodies are normally so very private. Thus, on rare occasion when we let other see us as we are, open and vulnerable, we offer them great honor. I can think of no one I love and honor more on this planet than my new parents, my brothers and sister and, perhaps, the Emperor who is the symbol for everything that is important to us. I know we had planned to serve dinner tonight in formal dress. Would you permit me to honor you and to show you my love by serving this dinner naked before the gods...and you?"
"I think my brother is saying something that all of us need to listen to," Kazan said seriously. "With your permission, mother, I should like to join him." "And I," added Jeremy. Although they couldn't take part in the ceremony, Sejennah and Askurus nodded vigorously in agreement. The Imperial Counsel moved over to his wife and smiled gently and lovingly down on her. "Shall we allow it?" he asked. When she nodded softly in agreement, he turned to the three young men, saying simply, "We are deeply honored by the love of those whom we so love. You have our permission."
The young sons of the Counsel would long remember the dinner high in the Central Hills of Precopius. In the midst of the blacks and the darker color shades that dominated the great dining room, they stood out like beacons of light. All three had brought their bodies to absolute perfection. Shaved and oiled, they each served a single guest - Kazan, the Emperor's Foreign Minister; Jeremy, the Speaker of the Great Parliament of the Alliance; and Toby who, despite his inexperience, stubbornly insisted on serving the Emperor himself. All in the great hall that night realized the honor that was being paid to them and to the Emperor, and all responded with sincere appreciation.
The dinner? Frankly, its description could take the better part of two chapters. Let it be said simply that there were twelve courses allowed only when Precopian royalty was being entertained. The nuts, meats, birds, vegetables, fruits, and sweets kept coming for hours. The foods were exquisitely prepared; in fact, every woman in the room decided that she would kill to have the new French chef. The entire party was treated to a red wine from the Planet Glasmanu that the Emperor swore was one of the finest reds he had ever tasted and asked to take two cases back to the palace with him. A delicious coffee, Havana cigars, and a superb French Armagnac - all great favorites of the Emperor that had been brought up from the planet Earth for this occasion - were available to the men in the Library. The Counsel's sons were allowed the honor of joining them. Toby actually sat on the overstuffed arm of the old Emperor's chair and chatted with him about the glories of Muhrtog. The Emperor wasn't at all sure which he found more intoxicating: the Armagnac or the naked youth whose muscled body was so open to his inspection.
On the morrow, the company rose on the late side, which did not bode well for the success of the second hunt. Early morning and the night were much better times for pursuing the wild boar that could weigh more than 500 lbs and whose sharp tusks reinforced a very nasty disposition. Nevertheless, several somewhat smaller specimens were bagged, in addition to other forest prizes. At a luncheon that followed the shoot (and signaled the end of the weekend's entertainment), the Emperor generously praised the magnificent event and the efforts of those who had labored so successfully to make it possible. He also gave several presents, the strangest of which went to Jeremy. In fact, the Emperor admitted that he couldn't explain the gift other than to say that the gods guided him. In the forest that morning, the Emperor had shot a large wolf. Servants had actually begun to preserve the head and pelt. The Emperor suggested mysteriously that all of the great forest creatures would eventually bow to the young Earthman as did the wolf whose pelt he draped around his shoulders.
Before he dismissed the luncheon, the Emperor had one more surprise. After consultation throughout the realm, he said, he was using his powers to delay the implementation of the new "sex regulations" at the Academy. He suggested that the Superintendent had already achieved an important purpose by providing a series of "reminders" as to the correct way to act. Indeed, a significant debt was owed to him and the Academy Board. (Hearing this announcement, the three older boys looked at each other with barely concealed glee. All things considered, however, the greatest glee may have been felt by the Counsel and his good wife as the Imperial airbuses rose quietly into the sky, turned, and began their journey back to the city.)
(A Bumpy Ride)
As their Squad waited to march out on the field, Jeremy quietly joked with Kazan about nudity on Precopius, suggesting that it seemed to be the rule rather than the exception. With laughter in his voice, his friend suggested that he should work on not giving them so much to celebrate!
When they finally swung out onto the field at quite a stiff pace, the blond Earthman noticed that he was finally mastering the Precopian marching step. Yes, it was still something of a bumpy ride, but he was actually getting it! When they paused to add ceremonial spears to the drill later in the session, even Kazan complimented him on his progress. "You look and act more like a true Precopian every day!" he laughed. As the sweat poured down his naked body, a panting Earthman grinned with pleasure at his buddy's words.
To Be Continued