teen2b slow)(29/56)
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 mindblowing 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.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series.
I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have received an e-Mail (one) from a reader who feels the Domination and Discipline element in the story is excessive and inappropriate. He referred specifically to Chpts. 14 and 26.
There are two more sections yet to come with similar elements, one is a little more severe with Dale disciplining Jason and Anson for disobeying him in a sexually related matter.
Should I re-write these sections to eliminated the D&D ?
You will decide. Let me know your vote. LJB readersstop@netwscape.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 29
Kevin - Monday morning
"We're sorry Kevin..........an accident..........your parents............your brother............dead. This.............. Mrs. Parks...........Children's........................looking after you. ..............................................., sorry." The high school principal's words did not really have any meaning to me. I heard some of them, but my mind would not interpret them. I knew something had happened, but it was like a dream, a nightmare. If I were asleep and it was a dream, then Davey would be there to tell me what was happening. He always was there when I had a problem I couldn't figure out.
The rest of that day, people I didn't know, took me places and told me what to do. We went to my house and the woman packed a bag for me, asking where certain things were. Pajamas, socks, underwear, the things she couldn't find in my closet. She took me to a building I didn't recognize and there were more people there I didn't know. They took me to a room, a bedroom with three single beds in it. One of them was neat and clean and that's the one my clothes were put on. Someone put them from there into a chest of drawers and then told me to lie down on the bed until supper time.
A couple boys came in and out of the room while I lay on the bed and looked over at me, checking me out. I would have liked to go to sleep for a while and see if I could find out from Davey what was truly happening, but I just couldn't seem to nap, my mind was whirling in circles too much. Someone came and told me I should go for supper, but I didn't know where to go and waited until someone came and led me to the table. I wasn't hungry and I don't know whether I ate, or not.
That night, as sleep finally came to my busy mind, Davey finally appeared and told me about the car accident that killed Mark and my parents. He consoled me and stayed with me as I cried and anguished in my dream. Apparently, I was doing the same in my bed, because someone came and woke me, telling me I was having a nightmare, because I was crying and calling out. Apparently, no one expected me to do that.
The next few days are a blur in my mind and the next clear memory I have is of sitting at the funeral in the church with three coffins sitting in the aisle. I recall being at the cemetery and seeing some familiar faces, but when people spoke to me it was like I was in a long tunnel and their words echoed as they spoke, so I didn't understand what they were saying. People led me here and there and then I found myself back, laying on the bed in the room with three beds.
I do remember the trip to the lawyers office. The lawyer was Jim and he was Mark's partner at their law firm. He told me how sorry he was and then we sat down with a few other people and the wills were read. My parents had left everything to Mark, knowing he would continue to care for me as he always did. Mark's will left the law firm to his partner, as was their partnership arrangement. Everything else was left to me. The lady from Children's Services said the State would take charge of my affairs and everything would be converted by sale to funds. The funds would be placed in a trust for me and used to offset the cost of my care until I was 21 years old and then the balance would be given to me. Everyone seemed to agree on this. No one asked me what I thought or wanted.
Davey told me that night the best place for me would be with him and the others. I did't really know who the others were, but it did not seem necessary to know. If Davey trusted them, I knew it would be the right thing. I told him I did not have much money, so I would have to hitchhike where ever I needed to go. He said he would guide me, but it would be a long trip and it would take me many days. I knew the trip was what I must do, so I decided to go. That night Davey gave me my first day's instructions. He told me if I left at 6:AM a red transport truck would give me a ride for most of the day, so I made sure I was where he had told me. It happened just as he said.
When the truck let me off that afternoon, I walked to the farm Davey had described and asked if I could sleep in their barn for the night. The old couple who lived there were very nice and not only allowed me to stay with them, they also gave me dinner and breakfast, the next morning. Several days went on in this way and then I hit a dry spell. Davey said there would be no safe rides for a couple days, but sent me to a gas station in a small town, where I got a job, sweeping up and serving gas. The man there let me sleep in a little room at the back of the building and paid me enough, so I could buy my meals at a little restaurant in the village. It was nice there and the people were all friendly.
When I got on the road again, three days later, Davey was very specific about his instructions. I was to take the first ride offered that morning. When I left that ride, I would see a yellow pick up truck. There would be two men in it and I was to stay away from them. They would hurt me. If the truck came toward me, I was to run into a nearby corn field and stay hidden in there for one full hour after I was sure they had left. After that time, I could come out and a transport truck with a crown painted on it would pick me up.
Everything happened exactly as Davey had told me. The first ride took me about 100 miles. Shortly after I started walking, a yellow pick up truck with two men in it passed me. They slowed down and stopped a distance down the highway and then turned back and drove toward me. I took off into the nearby corn field and found a spot well into the stalks. I heard the truck stop and the men calling to me, offering me a ride. After a while, they became angry and started swearing and saying if they had to come looking for me it would mean my ass. I stayed still and quiet as Davey had instructed. I heard them walking through the corn, cussing and telling each other what they would do to me when they found me. They seemed to give up and made a big deal about leaving. I stayed put. About 15 minutes later, I heard them actually leave, but I stayed put a full hour more.
As I came out of the corn field, a transport was roaring up the highway. It stopped by me and I saw the crown emblem painted on the side over the title "Crown Transport". The driver was a young guy, about 25 years old and he asked where I was headed. I told him generally and he said it was still a long way, but he was going within 200 miles of there over the next 20 hours. We drove until it was dark out and then Tim, the transport driver, pulled into a truck stop. He started to climb out of the truck and then waited for me. I wasn't going to go in, as my funds were now down to a few coins. He looked at me and without asking, said he was buying dinner. I thanked him and climbed down out of the truck.
When we had finished dinner, we climbed back into the truck. Tim told me we were going to spend the night parked at this truck stop. He had been driving since early morning and needed some sleep. He said I also looked like I needed rest. There was a wide sleeping berth in the cab behind our seats. He told me to take my clothes off and crawl into the berth. I did as I was told, leaving only my under shorts on. Tim followed me up and made sure I had a pillow and some blankets to keep me warm. He closed the curtains and only a little light came in through where the curtains did not meet exactly. I lay on my side facing Tim and he lay on his back.
This man was being very kind to me. I though about seeing his firm body as he undressed. He was about 6' tall and had dark hair and bushy eyebrows. His chest was covered with a thick mat of dark hair which also ran down onto his stomach and into his shorts. Dark hair covered his thighs and legs. His hands were large and strong. He was pleasing to look at, but not what you would call outstandingly handsome. He was very male and I had felt a stirring during the time I had spent with him, the first such reaction I had felt since this tragedy had beset me.
"Tim," I addressed him quietly, "would you think poorly of me, if I asked you to hold me ? I haven't had anyone hold me for a very long time and I feel very lonely."
He didn't say anything in response. He turned up on his side toward me and lifted the covers next to him making a place for me to roll over into, next to his body. I did so and he wrapped his arm around my chest. We lay there quietly for a while and I basked in the pleasure of companionship. I could feel his manhood rise slowly, until it pressed against the valley between my butt cheeks. The tickle of his chest and stomach hair as it rubbed against my back sent slight chills through my body. The density of the hair did not make it any less soft and the texture excited me, so I pressed back against him without meaning to do so.
"We're going to have to stop this," he said to me hoarsely, "or I'm going to cum in my shorts."
"It would be much better, if you were to cum in me." I suggested to him. There was no comment from him, one way or the other, so figuring he hadn't outright rejected the idea, I reached down and removed my jockey shorts. I then turned over and pulled on the waist of his boxers. He lifted up and allowed me to pull them off.
"I don't have any lube," he told me, "it might be kind of rough."
"I'll see if I can moisten the way." I replied and bending down, started to lick his taut mast, leaving a layer of moisture on it.
"I can't hold it." he yelled and I dove, engulfing his weapon as it started to spurt. He bucked and groaned as a full load was pumped into my sucking mouth. I swallowed some and spread the remainder around on his shaft, which had remained rigid with a little encouragement from my tongue working his spongy head and slit. "I'm sorry." Tim told me when his breathing returned to normal.
"Nothin' to be sorry about." I pointed out. "There should be plenty of lube now and you appear ready for a good long turn at the helm."
"If you still want me," he rasped to me, "I'll do the best I can for you." I turned back onto my side, facing away from Tim and helped him slide into place. There was no resistance and he was fully embedded in me with a minimum of effort. We lay together for some time with his moving slowly back and forth, in and out of me. Every so often he would cause a chill to run through me. As we were pleasuring each other in this manner, he reached over my thigh and rubbed my stomach and balls, finally grasping my prick. He stroked it slowly, gently rubbing my moisture into the head and shaft. Other than Mark and myself, he was the first person to ever touch me like this and he was gentle and considerate.
I felt the surge building in my groin and he seemed to know I was on my way. We had been pleasuring each other for about half an hour and I guess he was ready again, because he quickened his pace at the same time as he tightened his grip and quickened the strokes on my prick. As I reached the height of my ability to hold back, I felt him spasm within me and I let loose and coated the back wall of the cab with my seed. Tim continued to stroke me until my prick started to wither and then still deeply embedded in my body, he wrapped his arm around my chest again, kissed me lightly on the neck and told me to go to sleep.
I awoke sometime during the night and Tim was again stroking my prick and moving his hard shaft in and out of me at a leisurely pace. We rocked together for a long time, enjoying the pleasure we were again providing and drawing from one another. We came at the same time again and Tim once more poured his essence into me while I coated the back wall again. We drifted off to sleep, still joined as one.
I woke in the morning as Tim slowly removed himself from me, still rigid. I turned over to look into the face of this gentle man, who had comforted me, through the night and my eyes seemed to speak to him. He lay facing me and watched my eyes as they spoke to him and he seemed to know some of the pain I felt and he had helped to soothe. He leaned over and kissed me. It was on the lips, but it was not a sex kiss, it was a kiss that conveyed tenderness and understanding and care.
"Your welcome," he said to me softly, "and Thank You. You go back to sleep for a while, I'm going to start driving and I will call you when we stop for breakfast."
I did as he said and during this sleep, Davey came to me. I thanked him for leading me to Tim and he told me Tim was the start of my healing and when I arrived at my destination, I would meet another man, who would help me to heal all of my wounds. I was given the final instructions for my journey and told I would sleep at my destination tonight. He also warned me he would not be there to meet me, but I would need to be patient and we would meet before the sun set again the next day.
Tim woke me about half an hour before he planned to stop for breakfast. He passed me some towels, one of which was damp, so I could clean myself up from our activities, before I got dressed. When I was wiped off, I climbed, naked, into the front passenger seat and dressed myself. We stopped at another truckers stop and he again invited me to have another meal for which he paid. He was quiet while we ate and I let him think without trying to interrupt him. When we were done eating and returned to the truck, I stopped him before he got back into the cab.
"Tim, if you feel you would rather not have me in your truck," I stated with my eyes fixed on the ground, "after what I did last night, I will understand. You can leave me here."
"Get in the truck." he told me angrily. I did as I had been told. He started it up and pulled out into the traffic flow. After a few minutes driving he finally broke the silence.
"First, let's understand right off." He spoke strongly, but the anger was gone. "You didn't do anything last night. We did. And what we did I can only hope you wanted half as much as I did." He glanced at me and I nodded strenuously at him. "Good. Now I want you to tell me what you are running from and where you are running to." I told him everything. I told him about Mark and about the accident and the State run home and I told him about Davey and how he had guided me all this way. I told him about how Davey told me to know him and about his being part of my healing and about someone else being there to help me, when I arrived at my destination. I talked for almost three hours. He listened without interrupting.
"I was going to ask you to stay with me, Kevin," Tim told me, when he had listened to my story. "You provided some healing for me as well last night. I was angry, because I didn't want you leaving, much less thinking I didn't want you any more. The place your dream spirit told you to leave me is only an hour away. I will take you there. I will not interfere with your journey, as it seems you are intended to fill a predestined purpose and I am not to be part of that. I am thankful we have had the time together we have." When we reached the point we were to separate, Tim insisted I eat again, in case I did not have another chance for a while. I would not take any money from him as I felt it made me a target for theft and abuse.
"Information on how to contact me is in this." he instructed me, handing me a small vinyl packet, when it was time for him to depart. "I really want you to let me know you are safe. If things do not work out the way they should for you, contact me and I will arrange to come and get you, if you are willing." He kissed me and this time the kiss was still gentle, but it conveyed feeling and messages. I kissed him back, knowing I wanted to make love with him again, but if I did I would not be able to leave him. I sensed he felt the same way, so neither of us mentioned it. He climbed into his truck and pulled away. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he disappeared with his rig into the distance. I carefully put the vinyl packet into my backpack.
It was about 2:PM on Saturday afternoon. I orientated my directions according to Davey's instructions and headed out, thumbing for another ride. Several hours later, I had caught six different rides and was out on a country road with very little traffic. An old, beat up, half ton truck with a load of dirt in it came along and I caught a ride in the back, with the dirt. By dark, I had two more rides, but I think people were hesitating picking me up because I was so dirty. Just before 10:PM, I was dropped by my final ride. When I had told them about the stone pillars with "Hillsborough" inscribed on them, they had known exactly where to stop and let me out.
I followed the road, walking in from the highway and came through a forest out onto an open clearing. Even in the moonlight I could see I had arrived in a wonderland of gardens. I could hear water tinkling and could just see the outline of fountains pushing their water high into the air. The building I saw in the distance was huge. I decided to leave my backpack hidden, in case I had the wrong place and had to get out of here fast. I followed the route through the gardens Davey made me memorize. A door was open in the side of the building and it led to a set of stairs to the second floor. I counted off the doors as I walked down the corridor and found the room Davey told me to wait in. It had two beds in it and also a lot of other furniture and equipment. I was too dirty to sit on furniture, but didn't think it would be too bad changing a bed, so I lay down on the one that seemed to call out to me.
"All right fella, time to get up." The guy shaking my shoulder was saying. I opened my eyes and it was daylight. There was another guy standing at the end of the bed and they both had uniforms on. I thought the police found me and I would be taken to jail and charged with trespassing. No, Davey was here with me while I slept. He told me I was safe now and he would see me before night, but I couldn't remember what Davey had looked like. I knew him, but his memory was fading, as if I didn't need it any longer. "Come on fella, the boss is going to want to know we finally found you." the guy said to me. I went with them.
They took me downstairs to an office and asked me a bunch of questions. I told them who I was, but I couldn't remember exactly how I came in from the highway to the room I fell asleep in. They called someone on the telephone and told him everything I said. Then they made me wait in a little room, connected to the office we had been in. One of the guys, the younger one, sat in the room keeping me company and the other one sat in the office. They gave me some eggs to eat and several hours later, they gave me a sandwich. All we did, all day was sit and wait. They sat and I sat, laid and sprawled on the cot in the room. They didn't seem to even want me walking around the room. The older guy complained a lot, but the one in the room with me talked to me, until the other one told him not to. He still did when the other guy was napping.
A couple other guys finally came into the office. They were not dressed in uniform. They had on casual slacks and shirts. One of them, the taller one, came into my room and stayed while the uniform guy went out to the office. I looked into the eyes of the other new guy, the shorter one, when he arrived and I knew I was now his. He was questioning the two guys in uniform. WHAM ! There was a big noise from the other room. The new man was speaking loudly to the other two, who had jumped up to attention. The guy with me just watched. The man who was talking had to be the one in charge and he was reaming out the two guys in uniform. I watched him closely. I knew he was my new Master and he had come for me. I was meant to be his and I felt so relieved I would finally know who would take charge of me. He spoke to the taller guy who was sitting with me about some food.
"Boy !" He called out looking directly at me. I looked to him. "Come with me." And he was moving. I raced to get off the bed and run to catch up to him and I had to continue hurrying as we moved along the halls. He finally stopped in front of a door and pushed some buttons to let us in. We went through to the bathroom. "Strip." he instructed me. I just stood there not really reacting yet to having a Master control me again. "Now." he told him more forcefully and I snapped out of my daze and started undressing. He seemed to allow me a certain leeway for being new, but I knew I had better not push my luck, because there was no certainty he would show me the leniency and kindness Mark had when I was learning and I could end up getting a good beating. He supervised my shower, even washing my hair and allowed me more to eat. He then allowed me some choice in dressing.
The Master introduced himself as Dale and the taller man was Jason, his partner. I knew that `partner' could mean a number of things, but I was sure they were not both dominant. After I was cleaned up and fed they took me to a meeting with the "Bosses". We sat at a table and a man introduced himself and another man and a boy. I knew the boy, but I couldn't quite recognize who he was. I felt very frustrated not knowing who the boy was and the man started asking me more questions. Without thinking, I was rude and my new Master reprimanded me, there in front of everyone else. It brought me back into focus and I knew then my new Master could be trusted to watch over me, like my brother did. I realized suddenly the boy was Davey, from my dreams. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but the rest of the questions went easily and everyone seemed very nice and happy to see me. I met more people before we went in to have dinner, but Dale was always close by, watching over me. During dinner everyone talked with each other and the other kids seemed to really like all the adults, including Dale and Jason.
After dinner I was taken to see a room which was to be my bedroom. This made me very upset and nervous. I could not face being alone again. I decided this was the time to trust my Master and I told him everything, just as I told Tim, earlier today. He listened as I told him about Mark and how we lived and now I was afraid of being alone. He was truly fair. My Master, Dale, considered my problem and then decided to change the arrangements, so I could stay with him and Jason. Jason was on my side and supported me being with them. I think I have my first friend. We went swimming. Dale let me serve him in the dressing room and I felt a lot better about where I stood with him. He even allowed me to help Jason which I wanted to do, but didn't know if Dale would allow it.
After we played in the pool, Dale came up behind me and held me close for a few minutes. I felt safe and maybe even loved, while he held me. Denny, the little kid, asked Dale and me to take him to bed. Denny seems to have a relationship with everyone. I like him even though I have not had much to do with him. He asked me to read to him and he loaned me some books to take with me to read. Dale kissed him when he tucked him in. It made me think of how my brother had cared for me when I was younger
After leaving Denny's room, Dale pointed out to me where my room was and who the rooms around belonged to. We went down the main staircase near the Library where the meeting had been earlier. I noticed for the first time the chandelier and the height of the ceiling and thought I had not seen anything quite so beautiful before. Dale mentioned I would likely be going riding tomorrow morning and I would then get a chance to see the grounds of the estate. We went into the Games Room and sat talking at a table waiting for some of the others to arrive from their time in the pool.
I took this time to tell Dale more detail about my trip and everything about my time with Tim. He said in the morning we would make sureTim knew I was all right and he would see if Tim would be able to come and see me the next time he came through this area. I was very happy about what he said. I had been a little afraid I would be punished for what had happened with Tim, if he considered what we experienced was in some way unsatisfactory to him as my Master. I knew I had to find out for sure where I stood with him.
"Dale, Sir," I began, "are you going to take me and be my Master ?"
"I am already your Master." he answered, looking straight at me.
"Yes, Sir." I acknowledged. "I just wondered what I should know about serving you that may be different than I have learned before. I just want to please you."
"I know you do, Kevin," he told me, "and the best way you can do that is by listening carefully and doing what I ask of you. I will not treat you unfairly, but I will be obeyed."
"Yes, Sir." I assured him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Until I tell you it is to be different." he added. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that.
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)