In the Land of Arborea

Saeylas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oFpuLtAKxs

Jaemson: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXVT5Mb2gjI

Bavis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGzKImUJylE

Chapter  9

                   It'd been clear to Tristtan that his parents were arguing when he walked in on them in the foyer. Their hushed tones quickly ceased before Laeyla come forward with a large smile on her face. He knew instantly that something was not right. The knowledge gave a bitter edge to his words. "Don't stop on my account."    

          Laeyla ignored Tristtan's tone and her smile did not fade one bit. "Tristtan, how was your first therapy meeting?" It had been good timing that Tristtan had not been at home when Luceus showed up, because he certainly would have heard the scuffle before the man was carted away. At which point, separating them would have been almost impossible.

          "It was fine," Tristtan replied blandly knowing that he'd given the female psychologist a rough time with his lackluster answers. It was after all only their first session.

          "Fine, okay," Laeyla suspected she wouldn't get much more of an answer from him so decided to change the subject.  "Would you like something to eat?" She didn't mind putting her argument with Reginaldd on hold but soon realized that Tristtan didn't want her company either.

          "I'm not hungry, I'm going to my room."

          "Tristtan you really need to eat more.  I didn't want to say anything at first but you're clearly losing weight," Laeyla stated.

          "Why don't you force feed him like you did when he was a toddler?" Their was a vicious smirk on Reginaldd's face. He said nothing more before leaving the immediate area.

          Laeyla watched him go and knew she'd have to track him down later so that they could finish their conversation. No doubt, he was grateful for Tristtan's interruption.  However, to her dismay -- Tristtan also turned and left the room. A part of her feared his reaction should he ever find out that Luceus had come to see him but she'd turned him away. And what was worse, apparently Reginaldd had caught him on the way out and had ordered a beating for the proud General.  She would not even have known this happened if one of the guards loyal to her had not informed her of Reginaldd's actions. Luceus had been handed off to Juleus Truth's men not far from the manor, and she could only imagine what happened next.  She let Reginaldd know he'd gone too far, for certainly Luceus would press charges against them.  Her husband didn't seem to think that would be the case seeing as Luceus was set to go to prison for a very long time.  Laeyla would have preferred if he hadn't taken the risk, because an enraged Luceus could be even more dangerous than they'd suspected.  Her only hope was that Luceus wouldn't try it again, and fortunately the clock was ticking on his Tenlis Culpas.

OOO

          The following morning, Traviis had to clear his throat twice and then wait a few minutes before he presented himself at the door entrance once more.  He noticed that his sister and Lycineus were now dressed somewhat haphazardly.  "You two ready to be let out now?" There was a half smile on his handsome face as he realized Luceus' plan had worked perfectly.  Even if he hadn't seen them entwined in each other arms before he'd made his presence known, the rumpled bed sheets were a good indication of what had taken place between them.

          "Traviis you sneak," Rosalinda stated before shaking her head, yet her cheeks were stained with red.

          Traviis' grin widened as he undid the lockdown mode, causing the gates to retreat from the entrance. However, his smile soon faded when he felt himself being knocked bodily to the floor. Lycineus was suddenly atop him with an incensed look on his face. However, that look faded almost as quickly as it appeared as Lycineus gave him a smooch on the cheek before pulling him to his feet.        

          "I don't usually kiss men but today I've made an exception. You did well Traviis." Lycineus grinned slightly.  He thought it strange that only the previous afternoon he'd wanted to re-arrange Traviis face, now he was ready to accept him as his brother-in-law once more.

          "Well, I must confess this was not entirely my doing," Traviis began. "It was actually Luceus' idea."

          "Luceus?" Lycineus was taken aback by this confession.

          Traviis nodded. "There was no way to ascertain if his plan in Allemantheia would be successful. Thus he didn't want to leave you two, as is."

          Lycineus suddenly felt extremely guilty. He hadn't bothered to question Luceus' reasons for confessing his crimes. He kept telling himself he didn't care and that perhaps some time in prison was just what Luceus needed.  But apparently, his brother was still thinking of him when it came to what Lycineus really needed. Since apparently he could not see it himself. "I've been such a fool."

          "Hey, we were willing to let you forget about it but if you're gonna keep bemoaning it..." Traviis chuckled.

          "Is there anything we can do to help Luceus?" This was also the first time Rosalinda was hearing of the Allemantheia plan.

          "We should be hearing back from him sometime today, he still has three days left on his Tenlis Culpas," Traviis then opted to change the subject. "I imagine you two are starving. If you want to freshen up I'll meet you in the hall below for some breakfast."

          "Sounds like a good idea, but I'll want to hear more of Luceus' plan. I don't want him facing those people alone," Lycineus stated.

          It warmed Rosalinda's heart to hear Lycineus speak of Luceus like that. For so long she'd blamed herself as the sole reason these brothers were no longer close. Now it seemed that through the actions of Luceus and his consorts they would be brought back together again.  Now, if only Luceus' conviction could be overturned, all would be right with the world again. At least when it came to the running of Herald Fort.  And one last matter to bring up would be Lycineus' transfer from the Argon front back to the fort. He'd given that place five years of his life and deserved better. As she led him to her quarters willing to share the room with him until he could be given one of his own, she felt comforted as he placed a familiar arm around her waist.  And perhaps if she was very lucky, she would have a ready-made family if Lycineus was willing to accept Luke.  Yes, she owed Luceus very much, and hoped that she'd be able to return the favor.

OOO

          Saeylas' hands trembled as he changed the bandages of the unconscious man who lay on his sleeping pallet.  He'd discovered the badly beaten Castanic the previous day, on the shore of the river not far from the home he shared with his step-father.  At first he believed he'd come upon a corpse of a prisoner when he got closer and saw how badly beaten the man was.  It was not uncommon for bodies to wash up on shore, given the dangers that lay in the wilds, even this close to the High Elven city.  And given that the man's hands were shackled together, it's possible he was an escaped convict that gained his freedom only to find death in the wilds.  But upon closer inspection, Saeylas realized the man still breathed!  Using the minimal knowledge of healing skills imparted to him by his late mother, he'd managed to bring the man back from the brink.  Then he'd used his mule cart to transport the stranger to the farmhouse. He was grateful his step-father was on a hunt and wasn't expected back for several days.  Clovon Tullis was not big on helping others.  Especially if there was no reward involved.

          Saeylas had managed to remove the shackles and bandage both of the stranger's bruised and bloodied wrists.  However, there was no indication that his ankles had ever been shackled and Saeylas wondered if his escaped prisoner theory was off the mark.  Judging by the man's state of undress, he could have been a peasant of no worth much like himself. However, underneath the cuts and bruises he could make out a well-toned body. It was possible to gain a body like that through hard, menial labor.  But he also didn't seem mal-nourished in the slightest, perhaps he worked for a wealthy liege.  If the man had been more privileged in life than Saeylas, then it was very unfortunate that something like this had befallen him. He wished he knew his name. But given the extent of his injuries and Saeylas lack of better healing magic, he knew the man would remain unconscious for several more days, that's if he awoke at all.  At which point, Saeylas would have some explaining to do when his father returned. He didn't put it past Clovon to toss the unconscious man back out in the wild and prayed that he recovered before then.

          Saeylas finally completed the task of bathing and re-bandaging the still seeping wounds. Someone had really put the man through a meat grinder. Both of his eyes had been swollen shut and covered in bruises, the right more so than the left. His jaw was swollen to perhaps twice it's size with a caked purplish bruise on his left cheek. Basically he was certain the man would be unrecognizable to even those who knew him.  Which was a shame, for Saeylas suspected he must have been quite handsome at one point.  Even one of his horns had been broken off at the tip and Saeylas had been unable to re-generate it.  His primary driving function was to simply keep his patient still breathing.  He'd blushed several shades of pink while he'd bathed the man, gazing fondly at a flaccid penis that even in that state was quite impressive in size.  He wondered if the man had a family or children, people who would be concerned about him right at this moment.  That sense of belonging was something Saeylas had longed for ever since his mother's death.  His step-father treated him no better than an indentured slave, and sometimes far worse.  It was his mother's final gift to impart healing knowledge to Saeylas, simply as a means of counteracting the constant beatings he'd been subject to when Clovon got drunk.  The human male hated his life and apparently reveled in taking that out on his High Elven step-son.

          "I think I should give you a name," Saeylas began as he gazed fondly at the man's face half covered in bandages. "My mother's name was Telena, so I think I'll can you -- Tell." He nodded, "Yes, that will do nicely."  He pulled the covers up to Tell's chin before rising to his feet.  "I have to get back to work, but when I return -- we'll see about getting some more broth into you." He turned to leave with a smile on his face knowing that looking after Tell suddenly gave his life purpose. All he could do was hope that his efforts were not in vain.

OOO

It promised to be a beautiful evening as Lycineus and Rosalinda stood on the eastern parapets of Herald Fort overlooking the dense shrubbery and the sunset in the distance.

          "I want to be a part of Luke's life," Lycineus stated calmly.

          Rosalinda's eyes widened at this admission.  This was something she had been hoping for but didn't expect that he'd be ready for it this soon. "Are you sure?"

          Lycineus nodded as his golden eyes gazed at her fondly.  "What kind of man would I be if I took you back but not your son as well?"

          "Then, you're going to accept Luceus' original offer to step in as Luke's father?"

          "Not exactly. We will both raise Luke, but he will know who his real father is. And hopefully in a couple years, we can give him a little brother or sister."

          Rosalinda felt an ecstatic sob escape her and realized she couldn't help it for she was so happy it'd brought her to tears. To think that Lycineus could be this wonderful after the past four years filled with strained tension. But she had known, before the incident in Val Elenium, they had been as close as two people could be.

          "So, do you think Luke can handle having two fathers?" Lycineus asked.

          Rosalinda swiped at a stray tear before offering him her broadest smile. "He's a Magelus, of course he can."

          "Perfect, when Luceus returns from Allemantheia, I want us to get married right away. I know Sarrion will do everything he can to get his sentence lessened, but if he's still to be locked away for years, then I want him to at least be there for our wedding.  Do you think Herald Fort could be ready for the festivities in say, forty-eight hours?"

          Rosalinda brushed a stray lock of dark hair out of her lover's face before replying. "Let's see, that ought to give us enough time to send out last minute invitations -- I will contact my parents tonight."

          Lycineus stole a kiss then as he'd been dying to do since the start of their conversation. He felt her respond to him ardently and once again inwardly berated himself for his foolish actions of the past four years. When he finally broke the kiss, he said, "Oh Rosa, it's finally going to happen -- you and me and nothing is going to stop it."  He was about to kiss her once more when he suddenly heard footsteps headed their way. Within moments, Traviis came into view, but he wasn't smiling.

          "It's official, Luceus is late. He hasn't even sent a message, which isn't like him."

          "Do you think something happened with the Stanhope's?" Rosalinda asked.

          "I don't know, but perhaps we should contact them first.  Rosie if you'd do the honors," Traviis requested.

          Rosalinda nodded before stepping away from both men, she placed two fingers on either temple and closed her eyes. Her message would be sent to a com-healer network that would relay the call to a com-healer working within Stanhope manor.

          Lycineus took Traviis aside while Rosalinda worked. "Do you suspect foul play?"

          "I can't imagine it's anything serious. The Stanhope's had to know that many were aware of Luceus' whereabouts." He also couldn't imagine that Laeyla would be involved in something to bring Luceus down.  He may have parted ways with the woman, but there was hardly a vindictive bone in her body. Her husband on the other hand seemed to be a loose cannon.  How Reginaldd had gotten away with being a so-called perfect High Elven diplomat for so long was beyond Traviis.

          "If it is something serious then perhaps we should prepare for it," Lycineus suggested.

          "How?" Traviis was open to suggestions.

          "As military people, fighting the powers that be including political diplomats is never an easy feat. Unless we fight fire with fire."

          "Get a politician on our side? We don't even know if the Stanhope's are the ones at fault yet," Traviis pointed out.

          "From what I've heard of them, it's quite likely," Lycineus stated.

          "Who did you have in mind?"  Traviis wanted to know.

          "Premier Lektus, he owes me a favor. I saved his son once on the Argon front, the boy should have never been out there but was apparently trying to prove himself to his father," Lycineus explained.

          Traviis whistled, "The Prime Minister of Castanica -- you sure know how to pull out all the punches."

          "He will involve the High Elven council directly, they can't all be corrupt. Even so, if Luceus has been harmed by one of their own, it will make for bad publicity for them."

          "Enough to force them to flush out the true villain,"  Traviis surmised.

          "Exactly," Lycineus replied with a half smile. It was at that moment that Rosalinda returned to their side.

          "The message has been sent, now I await a reply," Rosalinda stated.

          "No one connected for a direct link-up?" Traviis wanted to know.

          Rosalinda shook her head, "That does seem odd. The Stanhope's should have a com-healer or two at their home for just that purpose. I could try the High Elven council, but this isn't exactly council business."

          "At least not yet, we'll keep that as a back-up should the Stanhope's not reply," Lycineus began. He then gazed at Rosalinda apologetically.  "In the meantime, we may have to put our wedding on hold."

          There was a puzzled expression on Traviis face mixed with surprise. "I'm sorry, am I missing something here?"

          Rosalinda gladly offered her brother an explanation. "We were planning our impromptu nuptials when you walked in. We wanted it held right away so that Luceus could be here for it.  But now it seems we may have to mount a rescue mission to Allemantheia."

          "There may be one other good thing to come of this," Lycineus spoke up. "If it can be proven that the Stanhope's somehow instigated all that has befallen Luceus, then perhaps the charges against him can be dropped."

          "Now that's an idea I'd like to run with." Traviis slapped his large hands together. "Let's do this."

OOO

          Laeyla strode boldly into Reginaldd's quarters via use of the secret passageway system. Night had fallen and Reginaldd had retired early for the night. One glance at his bed which had the curtains drawn around the canopy indicated that he was not in there alone.

          "I need to speak with you Reginaldd."  Laeyla stood with her hands crossed over her chest as she heard the hushed expletives coming from beyond the canopy. Within moments, an almost naked Reginaldd presented himself.  He was wearing only his underwear, a pair of white shorts.

          "Is nothing sacred now? How would you feel if I walked in on you?" Reginaldd sneered at her but made no move to get dressed.

          "Well since you chased away my last lover with your antics, then perhaps I should do the same with yours." She moved towards the canopied bed.

          "Laeyla!" There was a stern warning in Reginaldd's tone.

          Laeyla did cease all forward movement and turned to glance back at her husband. "I suspect I know who it is anyways."

          "What the fuck do you want?" Reginaldd's voice dripped with venom.

          "Are you sure you wish me to speak in front of your lover? I may say something incriminating, even for you," Laeyla replied in an almost sing-songy voice that she knew would enrage him further.

          "Just state your peace then leave.  And I intend to see about locking all entrances to my rooms."

          Laeyla tilted her chin in the air haughtily as she realized whoever was behind the canopied curtains was someone Reginaldd felt he could trust.  She put that in the back of her mind as she got to the matter at hand.  "Herald Fort contacted us earlier tonight. Apparently, Luceus is overdue to check in with them."

          "And this concerns us, how?" There was a bored expression on Reginaldd's face.

          "Are you daft?  He was probably last seen with the bloody mob you sicced on him!"

          "Are you suggesting that my men did not follow orders? He was to be roughed up and left outside the city, that was it!"

          "Then why hasn't he contacted his people?" Laeyla wanted to know.

          "How should I know?!"  Reginaldd turned toward the bed before sighing in exasperation.

          "Listen, you better find out what happened," Laeyla began with a matter-of-fact tone. "Because if we don't give them a response, they will come here.  And I have my hands full with Tristtan's recovery, I don't need another distraction foolishly instigated by you!"  Having said her peace, Laeyla turned on her heels and left.

          A muscle clenched in Reginaldd's jaw as he stood there for several moments after she'd left. He'd wanted Luceus to know that the beating came from him, so that the General would think twice about messing with him in the future.  However, in hindsight he realized it was a bad idea to have Juleus drop his name, especially if something had not gone as planned.  It was only when he felt long, slender arms being wrapped around his waist that he was brought back to reality once more.  However, even his lover of several years could not calm what he felt right now.  If something other had really happened to Luceus, then Laeyla was right, he would have to get to the bottom of it and soon.

OOO

Saeylas sat with his patient propped up against him as he brought a spoon to his mouth.  He felt an upright position along with a gentle motion of his fingers against Tell's throat would be the best way to get any type of nutrition into the still unconscious Castanic.  Saeylas had barely had any time for himself with having to complete his chores around the farm and looking after Tell.  He was finally feeling the exhaustion as a dull ache in his bones. After he got his patient to swallow the fifth spoon full, he laid him back on the pallet and pulled the covers up to his neck.  Since Clovon's bed was off limits and Tell was currently sleeping on his pallet, Saeylas simply removed his tattered trench coat and placed it on the wooden floorboards to form his own pallet.  He had slept beside his patient like this the night before when he'd been concerned Tell would not make it through the night.  And although he was clearly not out of the woods yet, Saeylas was hopeful that he would survive.  Once Saeylas' eyes closed he was almost instantly asleep, and dreamt of a different life for him that included the mysterious Tell.

OOO

          Juleus entered Reginaldd's office the following morning after he had been promptly summoned by the man.  He couldn't imagine what the councilmember wanted but knew he'd soon find out.  "Your Excellency, how may I be of service?"

          Reginaldd sat behind his desk with a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. He instantly removed them before pinning Juleus with his trademark cold blue stare.  "Did you follow my directions to the letter concerning General Magelus?"

          "Of course, I imagine he was in a great deal of pain when he awoke," Juleus replied.

          "Where did you leave him?" Reginaldd asked calmly.

          "Outside the city gates as was ordered."

          "Did you see to it personally?" Reginaldd wanted to know.

          There was a slight pause before Juleus replied, "My men saw to it, but I trust them with my life."

         

Reginaldd's eyes narrowed as he came to his feet slowly.  "I don't care to hear of the trust between soldiers. I simply wish to know what really happened. The good General has been missing since this incident and I suspect that your men had something to do with it."

          Juleus scoffed, "You aren't suggesting that --"

          "Find out, Commander.  Because if Luceus is dead, my neck is on the line just as much as yours!"

          Juleus' lips were pressed into a thin line as he nodded his understanding.

          Reginaldd sat back down. "Good, now get out of here and do your job." He replaced his spectacles and turned to the reports he'd been reading before the Commander entered.

          Juleus knew he had been dismissed rather flippantly and it irked him to no end. He left the office intent on leaving the manor, but when he saw Tristtan standing upon one of the balconies on the way out, he couldn't resist not stopping to see him. But since he was not interested in the boy personally anymore, he instead decided to take out his ire on him.  "You look well," Juleus lied as he could clearly see the dark circles under the younger man's eyes that indicated he wasn't sleeping much.

          "What do you want, Commander?" Tristtan couldn't help the frown that came to his face at the sight of Juleus. They hadn't had the best encounter last time they'd spoken.

          "I was wondering how you were holding up, given all that has been happening with General Magelus pleading guilty." Juleus realized he'd scored when he saw the surprised expression on Tristtan's face. "Oh, you didn't know."

          "It can't be true, why would he plead guilty when he's not?" And on top of that, why would Tristtan's parents not have informed him of this.

          Juleus shrugged, "Who knows. I thought he'd at least been by to see you during his Tenlis Culpas." He covered his mouth with his palm and feigned a surprised expression.  "Oh, you didn't know about that either did you?"  A sinister smile crossed his lips when he saw a flustered Tristtan hastily leave the balcony.  Well, his work here was done. Now to find out what indeed happened to the wayward General.

OOO

          The sun beat hot overhead as Saeylas tilled the corn fields outside on the farm lot.  He'd slept remarkably well the previous night despite the fact that he did so on the hard floor.  But it was the pleasant dreams of having a life other than this one which had guided his rest.  Saeylas didn't get to meet many people, for Clovon would travel to the nearby village to sell their crop himself.  He'd often wondered if the man simply preferred to keep him isolated, knowing that if he met someone, that person could take him away. Saeylas was already eighteen and could have escaped to the High Elven city. But the fear of being mistreated there kept him rooted in place. Clovon had filled his head with stories of young boys who had no protection in the city who'd wind up dead or worse.

          Sometimes Saeylas didn't believe it could be any worse than what he had to suffer through here, but fear of the unknown and the fact that he simply wasn't brave enough led him to continuously put up with his mistreatment at home.  The sound of incoming hoof beats soon alerted him that someone was approaching.  He feared Clovon was returning early and almost panicked at the thought of what the man would do when he found Tell.  Saeylas removed his wide brimmed hat which protected his fair skin from the sun before heading towards the farm house proper. He rested his hoe on the side of the wire fence and had barely made it to the short flight of stairs leading to the house when he saw two riders come into view.  He stood by the stairs, hoping that they would keep going. However, this farm was off the beaten path. Most anyone that came this way, intended to do so.

          As the riders got closer, a sinking feeling overtook Saeylas as he recognized them.  They were two of his father's drinking buddies that Clovon had hosted here before, Jaemson and Bavis.  Thoughts of their last visit crept up and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick.  Maybe they would leave once he informed them that Clovon was not at home. Yet Saeylas had the distinct impression they wouldn't.  He watched as they dismounted and tethered their horses to the fence before heading in his direction.

          Both men were of the same height with a similar muscular build. Jaemson possessed dark hair and pale hazel eyes with a bearded chin.  He was dressed for the dusty, warm weather in a sleeveless tunic-shirt of brown leather with matching pants and boots.  The manner in which he leered at Saeylas did not bode well. Bavis on the other hand was wearing lightweight chainmail armor worn beneath a pale yellow tunic.  His chestnut colored hair was short cropped but matched the color of his eyes perfectly. There was an almost permanent frown on Bavis' brutish face as he sized Saeylas up with his eyes.

          "Gentlemen, I greet you. But I must apologize for my father's absence, he is out on a hunt."  Saeylas noted when they glanced at each other before returning lustful gazes to him.

          "Then you won't mind entertaining us for the afternoon. Like you did last time when Clovon was here," Jaemson suggested with a lecherous grin as his gaze soon swept over the exposed areas of the boys' body.

          Saeylas tugged his trench coat tighter together wishing for the first time in a long time that he could button it. Alas the buttons had been lost so long ago that wearing it open was his only option.  It was his favorite piece of clothing in his very limited wardrobe, because it was the last item his mother had given him personally before she passed.  However it left his chest on display. Saeylas never minded this for his wide brimmed hats protected him from the suns' rays where he needed it, but on this particular day with these men arriving unannounced, he wished he'd opted to wear a brown smock instead.  He figured it may not have mattered, given how very lusty he knew the men to be. He thought to try to dissuade them one more time. "My father may not be pleased if you remain without his permission, please -- wait for him to return."

          "He won't mind, we're his buddies. You can give us a few hours of your time, won't you?" Jaemson was now close enough to flip the loose strands of Saeylas' midnight-purple tinged hair with his fingers.

          "I don't have time, I must finish my work." Saeylas' bottom lip trembled as he spoke. He sensed Bavis' presence behind him and soon felt thick non too gentle fingers pulling the pins from the tight bun atop his head allowing his hair to fall free.

          "You should keep your hair down, it's much prettier," Bavis whispered in his ear.  "How 'bout we go inside? Hmm?"

          "Please -- please don't do this." Saeylas' voice quivered and he let out a yelp when Bavis suddenly grabbed him from behind before tossing him over his shoulder as if weighed no more than a leaf.  The burly man kicked the door open before striding boldly into the living area. Only then was Saeylas deposited back on his feet.  He turned around to witness Jaemson closing the door behind him as both men began to undress.  He attempted to calm himself and took a deep breath, wondering what else to say in a last ditch attempt to get both men to turn around and leave.  "Would you like something to eat?" That was it, he'd prepare them a meal which would give him time to think about what to do next.

          "Later," Jaemson replied before kicking off his boots. His tunic shirt was already on the ground and his pants soon followed.  He flexed his nude muscular body which caused his erect cock to twitch. He was pleased when Saeylas' lovely blue gaze immediately went to his enlarged gland.  "Like what you see? Feel free to feast on it."

          Saeylas legs were suddenly moving backward so fast that he tripped on the rug.  Bad memories of what that cock had done to him the last time elicited almost paralyzing fear.  When Bavis -- now equally naked --pulled him up by the collar of his jacket, using both meaty arms he ripped it down the middle.  Saeylas cried out in alarm and quickly pulled what was left of the jacket from his narrow shoulders less they damage it further.

          "Does that coat mean something to you?" Jaemson noted the manner in which the boy cradled the torn material in his arms. "Then I'll offer you a deal." Jaemson snatched up what was left of the jacket before Saeylas could react.  "I could rip this into tiny pieces. And the only thing you'll be able to use it for then is to clean the furniture." He chuckled in the face of the boys' despair. "But, these two pieces can still be mended, if you submit to us willingly, then I won't have to make mincemeat of your precious jacket."

          "Fine, you win!" Saeylas held his hands out and once the coat was deposited within them he quickly ran to a nearby closet and placed it within.  When he finally turned around to glance at both men who were currently stroking their rigid cocks within a large fist, he realized there was no way out of this.  Saeylas kicked off his worn sandals before unbuttoning his pants, he allowed them to fall to his ankles.  He stepped out fully naked and new he would be in for a horrible afternoon.

          Jaemson nodded his appreciation, "Good, now get over here and suck my cock."

          Saeylas approached him, opting to ignore Bavis and bent forward.  He took Jaemson's large penis and stroked it between both hands before bringing the tip to his lips.  He lolled his tongue against the slit tasting something bitter and salty.  He ignored the taste and continued to encircle the bulbous purple cock head until he'd coated it entirely with his saliva. It was at that moment that he heard someone spit into their palm. When he felt Bavis grasp him by the hips, he knew what was about to happen to him.  He removed his lips from Jaemson's cock briefly and braced for penetration.

          "This may sting a bit," Bavis murmured before thrusting his spit-slicked cock up the slender boys' ass.

          An involuntary cry escaped Saeylas' lips as he realized it did far more than sting. It burned!  But Saeylas knew that would be the case for unfortunately, this wasn't his first rodeo.  When Jaemson poked him in the face with his cock insistently, he began to stroke it between his hands once more.  He had to wait for his body to become acclimated to Bavis' thrusts or he'd risk biting down on Jaemson involuntarily, and that would be bad for everyone involved.  Saeylas didn't put it past Jaemson to beat him to a pulp as a result, but the brutish man would still have tooth marks all over his cock.  The last thing Saeylas could afford was to have to heal himself along with Tell each day.  Neither did he posses the skill or the stamina for that. In fact, he'd have to suffer through whatever small injuries these men inflicted upon him from this rough coupling without any form of magical healing.

          "Come on!" Jaemson had been patient long enough. He grabbed Saeylas by the hair with one hand before squeezing his jaw in order to open his lips, then once again stuffed his cock in.  At first he felt the slight scrape of teeth but soon the boy recovered quickly to begin deep-throating him to the best of his ability.  

          The slick inner walls of Saeylas' mouth slid across the blue veined dick stretching his lips wide to about half way down Jaemson's shaft.  The human male had not removed his beefy hand from Saeylas'  hair and even now used that pressure to maintain the perfect bobbing rhythm that he preferred. When Saeylas woke up that morning, this was the last thing he expected to be doing.  However, he refused to feel sorry for himself. But he was almost certain there would be no retaliation for this incident on Clovon's part.

          Bavis chuckled as he felt Saeylas' ass contract around his throbbing cock with the most pleasurable of sensations.  He leaned over the boy's slender body before cupping both Saeylas' balls and dick in his large palm.  "He's got a body that rivals that of any whore in a brothel."

          Jaemson nodded his head, his focus still on the manner in which the tip of his cock vanished into the smaller man's delicate mouth before re-appearing. "I'll bet Clovon would make a mint if he ever decided to sell him to one."

          "Yes, but then we'd actually have to pay to fuck him in the future." There was a low growling moan that escaped Bavis as he neared completion. "I prefer this method."

          Saeylas was at least grateful that Tell was still unconscious in the other room. He couldn't imagine what the man would think if he first awakened to the sounds of a primal rutting in progress.  Currently he was simply going through the motions, knowing that eventually the men would expend themselves on him. He did wince when Bavis decided to grasp his privates and fondle them non-too-gently.  He didn't think for one second that they would ignorantly imagine he'd find any pleasure out of this.  Saeylas' eyes widened involuntarily when suddenly he felt his mouth filling with some of the most disgusting semen he'd ever tasted.  He pulled away, despite Jaemson's firm grip on his hair and spat the excess yellow tinted liquid onto the floorboards. The stuff was renk!  He then wiped his mouth but unfortunately didn't manage to keep the distasteful expression from his face.  When Jaemson smacked him in the head, he almost fell over, but Bavis' tight grip on his hips as he pounded his ass kept him standing.

          "Of course a whore would know his place," Jaemson muttered before finding the ratty couch and having a seat to finish watching the show from this angle.

          It didn't take long before Bavis kicked Saeylas unto his knees, forcing his hands into the disgusting leavings of Jaemson's cock.  The stuff smelled bad even from this distance and he found himself praying that Bavis would come inside him.  However, he didn't put it past him to have Saeylas finish him with his mouth.  He had to make certain that wasn't the case and began to squeeze his ass muscles tightly around the invading cock.  He heard Bavis gasp in response. Encouraged by this, he reached past his body to grasp Bavis' heavy ball sac.  He stroked and squeezed it gently, and within seconds, the man was coming inside him. Mission accomplished, at least for the time being.

          Bavis managed to remain standing long enough to join Jaemson on the couch.  He worked on getting his breathing under control while his companion spoke.

          "You mentioned feeding us, get to it." Jaemson was stroking his semi-hard cock idly as he watched the traces of their handiwork on the High Elf's nude body.  Saeylas' lips were swollen and semen still clung to his chin and dripped down the inner walls of his thighs.  He noted when the boy moved to retrieve his pants. "No, you'll work naked. We may want to watch."

          Saeylas nodded his understanding and left his pants alone before heading towards the kitchen.  They had just as much admitted that they planned to fuck him again after he fed them. He didn't understand why once wasn't enough.  He felt tears sting his eyes but held them back. He was determined to get through this, and by nightfall they would leave. Hopefully.

OOOO

          The following morning after Jaemson and Bavis had ridden away, Saeylas was finally offered the opportunity to check on Tell.  The men's afternoon had transformed into an all-nighter when they claimed it would be unsafe to travel in the dark.  As was expected, they'd fucked him again after he'd fed them, but also had the opportunity to fuck him well into the night.  If he'd gone to change Tell's bandages then he'd risk Clovon's buddies discovering him, and there was no telling what would happen then. He was grateful his patient still breathed when he entered the tiny room that was equipped with nothing more than a trunk containing his few belongings and the sleeping pallet Tell rested upon.

          Saeylas' hands once again trembled as he reached for the bandages upon Tell's face. But this time, his recent encounter with his father's drinking buddies had more to do with his unrest than simple nervousness.  However, before he could even touch the bandages, his patients' hand suddenly shot up and caught him by the wrist. Within moments, Saeylas was looking into liquid amber eyes.  He had finally regained consciousness!

          "Who are you?" The Castanics' voice was raspy as he spoke for the first time.

          "My -- my name is Saeylas."  He felt Tell's firm grip and knew the man must have been a fighter in the past.

          "Where am I?" he demanded.

          "Wilson's Pass, near the outskirts of Allemantheia." He was grateful when Tell finally let go of his arm but noted as the man tried to sit up on his own. "You shouldn't move, you've been seriously injured." He saw when the man gritted his teeth and knew that he was now feeling the brunt of those injuries.  "I apologize for my lack of healing knowledge.  But now that you're awake, perhaps you can give me a name of someone to contact, who can come to get you?"

          "I --" He brought a hand to his forehead as jumbled thoughts circled with no cohesion.

          "Sir, please tell me -- what is your name?" Saeylas asked.

          "I --" Golden eyes filled with fear and uncertainty stared into Saeylas' lovely face as he answered truthfully. "I don't know."

 

A.N. Yes, you got your wish, this will go past 10 chapters. =p