The Wizard of Solton

By Jamie Anderson (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Mar 27, 2000

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The Wizard of Solton - Part 3

The Disclaimer. The usually boring bit that you can skip if you are in a hurry and lack a sense of humour.

This story contains descriptions of sex between males and they are as detailed as I can make them.

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The Prologue, is in Part 1, it helps if you read it.

*** Arun loses his temper ***

Once again market day found Arun, Spyk and Wix in town trying their best to teach Arun how to haggle. Wix was reading the emotions of the stallholder and relaying them back to Arun via the implants. It was having some effect but he was still being taken for a ride.

So they moved on to try their luck at another stall.

"I see we have a new pickpocket in town," remarked Arun, nodding in the direction of a rather heavyset man.

"Yes," said Wix, "and he is not a very competent dip as he has to have both a decoy and a runner to help him."

The decoy was a slim tween, who would bump into the victim, or mark, then the dip would lift the purse and very quickly pass it to the runner. The runner would then leave the scene without drawing attention to himself. Thus if the mark noticed the theft and challenged the dip, the purse would not be found on his person.

Arun and Wix turned their attention to the next stall and soon Arun was enjoying the tussle of the haggle over the price of a tinderbox. Eventually, to Wix's disgust, he settled for a price of 17 coppers and paid the stallholder.

Not far away, the dip was observing the Wizard and instructing his cronies. At his feet, an insignificant black and white dog was sniffing around.

"Trouble boss," said Spyk's voice inside their heads. "The dip has just noticed where you keep your purse and he's going after it."

"OK, I'll let him lift it, then Wix can lift it off the runner and slip it back into the dip's pocket," transmitted Arun.

As Arun turned from the stall, the decoy bumped into him and apologised. Arun felt the purse go but did nothing. The runner had the purse in his pocket in less time than it takes to tell. Alas, he brushed against Wix and lost it again. Wix turned, slipped by the dip and nodded to Arun.

"I believe that you have just relieved me of my purse!" said Arun, projecting his voice and causing a deathly hush to fall over his immediate area.

The dip began to bluster, but he did not panic.

"How much is in the purse, Master?" transmitted Wix.

"A bit over ten gold coins," Arun sent back.

By now two of the City Guards, a sergeant and a constable, had arrived and the dip, still protesting his innocence, offered himself to be searched for the missing purse.

"Oh dear, Master, I fear this may cost the poor man his life. The theft of eight or more gold coins constitutes a major crime and the punishment is death," Wix sent.

"I'll go to his trial and make a plea for mitigation," Arun sent, in reply.

"Trial? What trial? You have accused him of stealing your purse; he will be found to have it on his person. As soon as they count the contents they will march him to the gallows by the city gates and hang him. It is almost a year since we had a hanging," sent Wix, sounding slightly excited at the prospect. Arun however went quite white.

At this point the sergeant produced the Wizard's purse and before Arun could get his mouth open the stallholder had identified it as the one he had just been paid from. The dip turned pale as the blood drained from his face. He tried to flee but the crowd held him fast. The contents were counted out, and a few whistles went up from the crowd.

"Well Wizard, you were quite correct. This man has stolen your purse. Would you care to walk with us to the gallows and watch him swing for his crime?" said the sergeant, returning the purse to Arun.

"There is one alternative, Master. You can demand the thief as your own," sent Wix, when he felt his Master's distress.

"As I have some experiments that I wish to conduct, for which I require a man, I will claim this man as my own," said Arun in an officious voice.

The crowd did not really like this turn of events and there was much angry muttering.

"Oh fear not, good citizens of Solton, he is unlikely to survive the experiment, er, in his present form, that is," said Arun, improvising like mad and trying to sound as sinister as he could.

This proved to be a crowd-pleaser. So, accompanied by the City Guards and several members of the public - all offering the Wizard useful advice on what new form the dip should be given, they made their way back to the Manse.

Spyk's voice sounded in the heads of Wix and Arun, "We may have more of a problem than we thought, boss. The decoy and the runner took off as soon as you started yelling, so I followed them. There is a horse-drawn caravan in the woods and it has four more boys in it. They are all acting funny. So you had better get here soon."

"OK, reconfigure one of the smaller storage rooms as a holding cell. I'll dump this bugger in it and we'll be with you shortly," Arun replied.

At the Manse, Arun managed to convince the crowd that he needed no further help with the dip. He did this by picking him up and tucking him under his arm before heading for the front door. The sight and sound of the door of the Manse creaking open on its own started the crowd dispersing. It also made the dip's blood run cold.

The cell proved to be quite adequate, with a bucket, bed, a water jug and, thoughtfully enough, a bowl of steaming stew. The dip got dropped in the cell and the door swung shut with a thump behind hiss back. A short while later Wix and Arun were silently approaching the caravan.

"Master, I don't like the emotions coming out of the caravan, there is nothing but raw fear," whispered Wix.

"Well, with the leader gone they are bound to be afraid," Arun whispered back.

"No Master, it is not that sort of fear, it is a long-term fear. They are more afraid than anyone I have ever sensed," whispered Wix.

Soon they were standing beside the caravan and they could hear quiet whimpering inside. When Arun climbed up and entered it all hell broke loose as six young males, whose ages ranged from prepubertal to the decoy, a late tween, all began screaming in terror.

Wix climbed up to join his Master and this seemed to have a calming influence. In time they were quiet enough for Arun to speak.

But no matter what he said to them, it only brought forth moans of terror. Eventually he put his device on the back of the head of the nearest lad and told him to sit quietly. Immediately the lad did as he was told. Arun then went round the rest giving them the same treatment. Each reacted as if the device was going to hurt them, but made no move to avoid it, an action that Arun found strange.

With them all settled, the trio walked back to the Manse leading the horse and caravan. By carefully avoiding the town, they managed to get it into the inner courtyard without being seen.

"OK boss, get the youngest one into the AutoDoc as fast as you like. Something is going on here that I do not like," said the dog, none of the frightened lads daring to pay it any attention.

A few minutes later the youngest lad was told to strip. Both Arun and Wix could not help but cry out as the poor lad had been castrated!

Arun inspected the lad but could find no other external signs of injury as he placed him in the AutoDoc and closed the lid on the lad's wail of anguish.

There was a long pause then the dog spoke, "I'm out of here, boss!" Spyk trotted over to his basket, hopped in and instantly went to sleep.

~ The sentient overlay has been suspended ~

The emotionless words came from the centre of the room and they sort of hung there, like someone speaking too loudly in an empty cathedral. Wix jumped about a foot in the air.

"Reason?" asked Arun.

~ The sentient overlay is capable of having emotions. The task in hand would make these emotions exceed their maximum design specifications and would cause damage. Therefore it has been suspended at its own request ~

"How bad is it?"

~ The patient was castrated as a punishment and a warning to the others. But there is strong evidence in the patient's mind that the perpetrator got some sexual gratification from the procedure ~

"Is it reparable?"

~ As the patient has not yet entered puberty, the loss of his gonads has not yet caused any irreversible physical damage. Provided they are regenerated in the near future, there should be no lasting problems ~

"Do so."

~ The patient has been subjected to chronic torture, to the extent that his personality has fragmented. In his present state he is more or less an automaton, he will obey any command in the hope of avoiding pain ~

"But the lad does not have a mark on him," said Arun.

~ There is evidence in the patient's mind that the man who did this is a sadist, he is expert at inflicting pain without causing external signs. He was doing this for his own gratification. As the males were hired out as sexual toys, he therefore avoided any external damage ~

Wix could sense the anger building in Arun and he was amazed at how calm his Master still appeared.

"Is it possible to erase these memories?" Arun asked.

~ That is an over-simplification of the problem. The patient's character has been severely damaged by the trauma. However it is possible to remove the memories and rebuild the personality. This will take at least one day for this patient alone. Do you wish me to proceed? ~

"Yes. Can you run the reserve AutoDoc on a second patient at the same time?" asked Arun.

~ Affirmative ~

Arun strode out of the control room and Wix watched with amazement as a section of the floor slid open and a second AutoDoc rose into place beside the first. Arun returned with the decoy and ordered him to strip and get into the second machine. Cringing, the tween obeyed him. The fact that the lad was rather cute naked, did not register with Arun as his mind was on other things.

"Proceed with this pair and tell me when you are ready for the next one," he said, turning to leave the room and beckoning Wix to follow him.

~ Affirmative ~

"You are angry, Master?" Wix asked timidly.

"I do not think that I have ever been so enraged in my entire life," said Arun, for the first time letting it show.

This worried the tween, as he had never seen his Master with anything but a smile on his face. Now his Master looked extremely dangerous and the tween was very glad that the anger was not directed at him. He meekly followed his Master to the holding cell.

"Ah Wizard, have you decided my fate?" the thickset man asked.

"You have tortured a number of boys and castrated one," said the Wizard, ignoring the question.

"I have had occasion to slap them about a bit, but they needed it to keep them in line," said the man glibly.

"He is lying," said Wix.

"Come Wizard, I'm sure that even you have had cause to chastise your lad from time to time?" said the man, just before he made the mistake of grabbing Wix by the back of the neck.

His intention had been to grab the tween "playfully", but squeezing his neck hard enough to cause pain. Things began to go wrong when the implant kicked in and the tween's neck became as hard as steel.

Now most people consider that they have five senses, but in fact they have a lot more. For example, what is considered as the sense of touch is in fact three separate sensory systems. One actually does sense you touching something, the second senses pain and the third senses temperature.

The implant now caused the nerve sensors in the man's hand, which detected heat and pain to saturate. To the man, it was as if the tween's neck had turned white hot. He screamed with pain and jumped back holding his hand, doubled over in agony.

"Computer?" said Arun, when the man's yelling subsided.

~ Acknowledged ~ said the emotionless voice coming from no particular direction. This once more made the man go white.

"What is this bastard's name?" said Arun, almost through clenched teeth.

~ Tunc ~

"So Tunc, you just slapped them about a bit?"

Tunc nodded, a bit uncertain about what was happening.

"Computer, give me a detailed list of everything Tunc has done to inflict pain on the younger of your two patients," said Arun.

Arun was not prepared for what followed. The detached voice calmly listed the horrors that the boy had been subjected to, his castration had been just a minor incident compared to the rest. Wix began to look sick and was told to leave and feed the remaining four boys.

As the computer continued to list the terror that the child had lived through, Arun grew more and more angry. Then he noticed that Tunc was actually getting his rocks off just listening to the litany of evil. In disgust he silenced the computer and left the room, unable to trust himself alone with Tunc.

Wix was having trouble sorting his mind out as he returned to the boys. Their cowering attitude to him in no way helped when he met them.

"Computer?" he said, mimicking his Master.

~ Acknowledged ~ said the soulless voice.

"Lunch for six in the dining room," ordered Wix.

Again the computer acknowledged him and he led the lads through to the dining room.

The long table that was normally only used at breakfast was now holding all the makings of a lunch. Wix ladled soup from the large tureen into five bowls and gave one to each of the boys. Then he lifted the fifth bowl and took it to the table.

The boys sat and looked at the soup obviously wanting to sup it but not daring to make a move. Wix had to command them to eat before they would start. However, once they began, they quickly emptied their bowls.

Arun arrived and he was obviously in such a temper that some of the boys began whimpering. He helped himself to a bowl of soup and sat at the head of the table. Wix quietly refilled the four bowls of the boys and resumed his seat. The boys stared at the refilled bowls in amazement.

"Eat," growled Arun, and the boys leapt to obey him.

"Master, you must not let your rage consume you so. Please put it aside, at least until the meal is finished," said Wix, in a very small voice indeed.

"Aye lad, you are right. It does me no good to fume," said Arun, cheering up a bit and the remainder of the meal was eaten in a slightly less stressful mood.

"What will you do with Tunc, Master?" asked Wix later, when they were alone in their bed.

Arun sighed and shook his head.

"What would you do in my place?" he asked.

"Kill him," said Wix, without any hesitation.

Arun smiled lamely. "I cannot kill another human being, or even permit one to be killed," he said, "Besides, Tunc is the sort of bastard who would laugh at me from the gallows."

"Inflict the same pain on him that he has given the boys?" said Wix; the child of an age where political correctness would have been considered a ridiculous concept. In Solton it was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

"Then am I any better than he is?" asked Arun.

Wix thought long and hard before admitting that his Master was right.

"But he must receive some punishment, Master," he finally said.

"Yes and perhaps when Spyk gets back we will work it out," sighed Arun, preparing for sleep.

"I miss Spyk. He makes me laugh at myself," said Wix, as he snuggled up to his Master in his sexiest manner.

"Lad, do not get me aroused tonight. I may let my temper escape through sex," said Arun.

"Master, I know much more about how human emotions work, than you do. Please, just trust me," said the tween before his lips closed on his Master's and cut off any possible negative reply.

Arun had some time back discovered that if Wix wanted sex, Wix got sex. There was little point in fighting it; his wriggling young body soon had Arun hot and hard. On this occasion he lay back and let the tween work.

When the kiss on the lips had finished, the tween slowly began to lick his Master's entire body. He knew that his Master found it irresistible and he therefore only ever used it on special occasions.

This tongue began working down Arun's neck, onto his chest then headed for his left nipple. Wix heard his Master sigh happily as he sucked on Arun's nipples one after the other.

Then he proceeded down the chest and on to the flat muscular belly of the man. His navel held the tween's attention for a while then the lad continued downwards, skirting his Master's manhood he began to lick the inside of the massive thighs.

Actually it was his Master's legs that Wix found the greatest turn on. They were like tree trunks and the tween loved to be caught helplessly between them during sex play. Now he tickled the insides of them with his tongue making Arun spread them wide.

Presently he tired and moved fairly quickly onto the feet. Arun had a weakness for having his toes sucked and it had not taken the tween long to work it out. Now he went to town on them.

Gradually he felt the rage subside within his Master but something else was building in its place; unbridled sexual lust, a much nicer emotion - well, in Wix's opinion at least.

With care, Wix stroked his Master's emotions and encouraged them to get more intense. By the time he had sucked all ten toes, his Master was like a rampant stallion.

Without any warning the tween was picked up and thrown face down onto the bed. Almost immediately he was held there firmly by the weight of his Master's body. The raging hard cock seemed to find its own way into him and lovingly he relaxed to accept its thrusting.

His Master gave no quarter as he began to take the tween with long hard strokes. Wix began to wriggle, as if to escape and this had the desired effect on the man. His thrusting cock began to really pile drive itself into the tween. Arun was sobbing uncontrollably as he felt his actions drive the tween to his climax causing the lad to go into spasms on his manhood. With a feral scream he began to implant his seed as deep into the tween's belly as he could thrust it.

After his climax, Arun collapsed on his lad and lay there sweating. As his thoughts cleared he discovered that much of the pent-up feeling of rage had gone. Oh, he was still angry, but the tween had been correct. The lad had managed to clean most of the frustration out of him.

"Can I have my cock back?" he whispered in the tween's ear.

"No! It isn't soft yet," said Wix, in a dreamy sort of voice. Sometimes his powers to arouse a male frightened him. This time was no exception. He had deliberately used his talents to drive Arun wild with excitement. One day he might drive a man too far. He would really have to be careful.

When his member was totally flaccid Arun was allowed to pull out. The tween whimpered as it was withdrawn from his body and went down on his Master, using his tongue to clean the organ that had so recently pleasured him. The joy the tween got out of that action Arun could never fathom and resolved to find out, when he had time. But now sleep beckoned them both, and the tween snuggled in his Master's arms as they drifted off.

The next day the computer announced that the first pair of its patients were healed and both the Wizard and his lad went down to collect them. The boy was removed first and fell immediately to his knees before Arun, hugging his legs with such strength that Arun feared that the circulation to his feet might be cut off.

"What?" said Arun.

~ He is grateful for his rescue, but he has no way of expressing it. This will diminish in time ~

When Arun had liberated his feet, the second AutoDoc opened and the tween emerged. He simply hugged Arun and eventually managed to speak.

"Wizard, I am lost for words, you saved us and brought us back to life," the tween gasped.

Arun, who always had trouble handling praise, became tongue-tied with embarrassment. Finally he managed to offer the pair food and that instantly took up their attention.

The second pair was put in the AutoDocs and the process began all over again. The two who had been healed took a great interest in the pair who were still awaiting treatment and spent all their time cuddling and comforting them. As this seemed to have a beneficial effect Arun did not interfere.

The job of feeding Tunc was given to Wix since Arun had said that he did not trust himself round the prisoner. On the second day when Wix arrived Tunc began to try it on with the tween. He stood before the lad and placed his hand on the most evident bulge in his crotch.

"So lad, how about taking some time out from keeping your Master happy and giving me a good time. You won't find me ungrateful, I'll make sure that you have a good time too," he leered as he spoke.

"Tunc, does the hand that you used to assault me still tingle a bit?" inquired the tween, grinning elfishly.

The man glowered at him.

"Then take the time to think what it would feel like if you used your manhood to abuse me. Furthermore if my Master were to discover us coupling I fear he would geld you on the spot, using naught but his teeth," said Wix, his expression never changing. He had judged, quite correctly, that although the man enjoyed causing pain in others he was sore afraid of it himself. It was therefore with some pleasure that he sensed the fear as it emanated from the man.

Tunc shivered slightly as he took the bowl of food from the tween, but he said nothing.

"I do hope your hand heals soon, as it is the only sexual partner that you will find under this roof," said Wix, sadistically, as he took his leave.

The second night Wix once more seduced his Master to distract him from his bad humour. This time he only used his mouth and the magic throat that his Master had bestowed upon him. The consummate ease with which he could take that massive shaft into his throat still fascinated the lad. As his main pleasure came from driving his Master wild with lust, Wix was most thankful for the modifications to his body, which assisted him in this joyful task.

He lay on his Master in a 69 position and having finished teasing Arun by licking and sucking on the head of the large cock, now he was swallowing it. This he did slowly, lest his Master get so excited by the sensation that he might reach his climax too soon.

Arun lay in blissful elation, feeling his mighty shaft slowly sink into the warm sheath that fitted it like a second skin. Every time the tween gulped a wave of sexual delight wracked his entire being.

Eventually he raised his head and began nibbling his way up the tween's thigh heading for the centre of his being, his cock and balls.

Soon the pair was in the full 69 position each giving the other pleasure. Wix now began to use his talent to get ahead of his Master and easily won the race and instantly collected his prize, the contents of his Master's balls. He even managed to back off quickly enough to get a mouthful to savour. Which was all that it took to make him dump his youthful load into the receptive, and sucking, mouth of his Master.

As they lay there on the bed, the lad on top of the man, Arun began to question his Apprentice.

"When I have finished rogering you, you always lick me clean, why do you do this?" asked Arun.

Wix giggled. "Ah, it was Mox who got me started on that, back at the Orphanage. His greatest delight was to humiliate the person he was doing. For example he loved to jack off and shoot his seed all over my face. Or to make me lick his balls while he jacked himself off then make me take him in my mouth for his climax. But if he had shagged me he got intense satisfaction in making me lick him clean," he explained.

"And you just did as he told you?" inquired an incredulous Arun.

"No, of course not, then it would have been no fun for him. I used to refuse and he always had to force me. Only then could he enjoy it," explained the tween.

Gradually it dawned on Arun that his tween had a sort of emotional symbiotic relationship with whoever he had sex with. The lad could sense what did and did not turn his partner on. Then he concentrated on giving his partner a good time so he, in turn, could feel the emotions from his partner. Thus the harder the tween worked on his partner, the more he got out of it himself.

"So I discovered that almost everyone liked being licked clean afterwards, and I sort of got into the habit of doing it," said Wix, moving into a comfortable position to cuddle up to his Master for the night.

The next day the emerging of the second pair was much the same as the first and once more Arun was embarrassed.

That day the tween who had been the decoy, a lad named Geri, asked if he might speak with Arun.

"Wizard, I owe you a great debt of gratitude for first rescuing me from the clutches of Tunc and then for liberating me from the hell that he had condemned me to. The only thing that I have to offer is my body. I would therefore beg you to let me join you in your bed tonight so that you may enjoy the little reward that I can offer," he said, very quietly.

"Thank you for your offer, Geri, but those days are behind you now, you no longer have to use your body to satisfy the desires of men, as Tunc forced you to do," said Arun gently.

The tween first looked puzzled, then hurt at the refusal. Finally he seemed to work out the problem.

"But Wizard, I was already satisfying men long before I met Tunc," he said.

"I already have a lad to warm my bed," said Arun, still trying to wriggle out of it.

"Master, not to accept will hurt Geri," said Wix's voice in Arun's head.

"The bed is big enough for all three of us," observed Wix, aloud, with that damnable elfin grin on his face.

So Arun spent that night with two partners. Geri could not of course accommodate Arun but watched with amazement as Arun's mighty weapon slid down Wix's throat.

But that evening Arun was of a mind to leave his load in the other end of Wix. So he had Geri lie on his back on the bed with Wix on his hands and knees above him in a 69 position. Then standing next to the bed Arun's cock was at the right height to take Wix from the rear.

Geri's eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched the Wizard's manhood disappear between the tween's buns. He reached up and gently separated the buns allowing Arun the chance to get it all the way into the hilt.

Geri found he was having trouble believing what he saw, when Arun pulled back until only the head was in before thrusting forwards again into the willing tween. Then Geri felt his own hard cock slide into something warm, Wix's mouth. Without removing his eyes from the sight of the tween being shagged, he took Wix's now very hard rod into his mouth and began to work it over.

However the sight of the tween's ass being rogered, literally right in front of his nose, the warm wetness on his own cock and the nice young prick that he was so lovingly sucking, was bringing poor Geri close to the boil. With a sigh he let go and allowed Wix the pleasure of swallowing his cum.

This must have been what Wix was waiting for as Geri soon found his own mouth filling with the seed of the other tween. Above him Arun laboured on, ramming his manhood in and out of the young ass. Then Geri watched as the great cock began to shoot the Wizard's seed far into the back end of the tween. He also noticed how Wix wiggled his ass and milked the last drops from his Master's cock.

Geri was a bit surprised when they all separated and Wix instantly went down on his Master. They all lay on the bed and gradually recovered.

Wix was the first to start getting hot again and tried to get Geri to take him. Geri however was still knackered, but he was quite happy to roll over and let Wix take him from behind. As Wix had never been on top before he found it most exciting, especially when his Master slid a couple of fingers into his well stretched ring to assist him.

Geri knew his job when in the bottom position and really moved his ass ensuring Wix got a good ride. His ass could easily accommodate the young tween's member and he too was enjoying the thrash.

From Wix's point of view it was all a novel experience. The feeling of being inside someone, the crazy stimulation of that moist warm tube encasing his young cock. Then the glory of feeling his cock explode and send his virile young seed into the lad beneath him made him cry out, then he collapsed in a perspiring heap.

However he didn't get much rest as Geri soon had him face down - bum up on the bed. If there was one thing that made Geri horny it was being shagged.

Following where Arun's rod had been was a simple task. However he got a strange excitement from knowing that the lubricant he used was the Wizard's spent seed. He also got a kick out of knowing that he was inside the Wizard's lover and, when his orgasm came, he relished the joy of releasing his seed in a place forbidden to most men.

Wix was right. There was enough room in the bed for three. Arun spent the rest of the night with two young bodies snuggling up to him.

Finally, when the third pair emerged form the AutoDoc, Spyk could be reactivated and Wix was really happy to have him back.

"Couldn't stand the heat," jeered Arun.

"Look boss," said the small dog, being serious for once, "you had enough of a job just listening to the details, I would have had to live them."

Arun looked suitably contrite and the matter was dropped as they moved on to the more important question of what should be done with Tunc.

"Wix would have him killed or at least subjected to the same pain that he inflicted on his boys. I think that you should feed him the memories from the boys, what do you think?" Arun asked the dog.

"Well, we are not allowed to kill him, or for that matter inflict pain in such vast quantities. However, although your idea of giving him the boy's memories does have some merit, it would leave him totally insane. Let me examine him first," said Spyk.

So the six boys and the Wizard were all waiting in the control room when Wix brought in Tunc. He had offered the tween no resistance, but baulked when Arun ordered him to strip.

This proved to be a mistake as Arun simply walked over and began ripping the clothes from his back. In a very short time Tunc stood naked in a heap of ruined clothing. Arun then moved to the primary AutoDoc and opened it.

"Get in and lay down," he ordered.

"It is your torture chamber?" whimper Tunc.

"No, it heals people. Now get in," said Arun, his temper rising.

"But I require no healing," whined Tunc.

"Look, you can get in of your own volition and just trust me that you require healing. Or I can break both your arms and your legs to ensure that you need healing before I put you in there myself!" Arun was shouting at the end.

The boys looked shocked, as did Wix. He could feel that his Master was not making an idle threat. Tunc quickly came to the decision that getting in the machine was the wisest option and did as he was told. Spyk had him unconscious before Arun got the lid closed.

There was a pause then Spyk spoke, "Tunc has a flaw. The part of the human personality that limits the actions to those that are acceptable, the inhibitions which you refer to as your conscience, does not work in his case, hmmm..."

"What do you recommend?" asked Arun.

"I could repair it," said Spyk, in his sly voice.

"What would be the consequences?"

"He would be very contrite, to say the least," answered the dog, totally understating the case.

"Is everyone agreed on this?" Arun asked and they all nodded.

Another, quite long, pause followed.

"It is done I'm bringing him round now," said the dog.

Arun opened the AutoDoc and helped the dazed man out. Tunc stood there gradually focusing on the boys, then the memories of his acts returned to him, this time he viewed them with the benefit of a conscience. Slowly he sank to his knees and the wailing began.

"What have I done? How could I inflict so much pain and fear on those who are so young and helpless? For pity's sake Wizard kill me and put an end to my misery," he begged Arun.

They led Tunc back to his cell and left him, naked and made sure he was without any means of taking his own life. Spyk assured him that the effects would not be so severe the next day. But his wailing could be heard by anyone who entered the corridor that led to his cell.

Now came the problem of what to do with the boys. The Orphanage was the logical choice so Arun, Wix and the dog all went to see the fat Proctor.

"Five more inmates?" said the Proctor in horror.

Arun nodded.

"But Wizard we are beyond capacity as it is. Some of the boys are having to sleep two to a bed," he said, causing Wix to turn his back lest his smile be seen.

"And meals are having to be done in two sittings," the Proctor concluded.

Using his implant Arun asked Spyk how long it would take to build an extension to the dinning room and a new dormitory and got the reply of four hours.

"If I build you an extension to the dining room and a dormitory for say, 20 boys, would you take them then?" asked Arun.

"But I do not have the staff for more boys," said the Proctor.

"Ah, now there I think that I can help you. I have someone who is most insistent that he helps boys in any way. I'm quite sure that he would be happy to work just for bed and board," said Arun.

"Fair enough, first build it, then you may move the boys and their servant in to it," said the Proctor, and with that they left.

"So how are you going to do it?" Arun asked the dog as they walked back to the Manse.

"Well, I'll have to use a sleep field projected from the Mother Ship. It'll mean everyone in town will get at least four hours good sleep tonight, including this body of mine," said the dog.

As the dog predicted, everyone in Solton slept well that night. The machines disturbed no one as they floated into the Orphanage and removed the end wall of the dining room. Nor did the excavators cause anyone to so much as roll over in bed as the foundations for the extension to the dining room and the new dormitory were dug.

The moulds that would form the walls, which Spyk had prefabricated earlier, clipped together perfectly and the quick setting foam was soon being pumped in.

As the last mould was being filled the first was being removed leaving a wall that looked exactly like the other drab walls of the Orphanage. Other machines now lifted the roof into place and soon all that was left was bringing in twenty-one narrow bunks, each with a straw-filled palliasse, pillow, blanket and small locker for the inmate¹s meagre personal possessions.

The machines retreated from whence they came, the sleep field was switched off and the good citizens of Solton began to stir slightly in their sleep.

Presently dawn broke and the fat Proctor roused himself from his bed and set off on his morning rounds. It took quite some time for him to notice that there was an extra door at the end of the hall, where a window had once been. Cautiously he opened it and peeped in. Inside was a standard dormitory with twenty beds, ten down each side and at the end another door.

In a bewildered fashion he walked the length of the room, touching things to make sure that they were real and opened the second door. There he found a small bedroom with a single narrow bunk in it. He returned to the hall and decided to check from the outside. To do this he went through the dining room and stopped dead. Something was wrong! Then it dawned on him that the dining room was too long. He carefully examined the walls and floor but he could detect no join.

Presently Arun, Wix, the five boys and Tunc, who was now dressed in servant's clothes, walked in with Spyk trotting along behind.

"Ah Proctor, I see the dormitory and dining room extension have arrived on time. Here are five new inmates and a servant for the Orphanage," said Arun, who was in fine form.

"But Wizard," said the Proctor, waving frantically at the additions to the Orphanage, "this is all quite impossible."

"For you - maybe, for me - obviously not," said Arun expansively.

"But will it vanish as quickly as it came?" inquired the Proctor.

"Actually it will last longer than the rest of the building," assured Arun, inspecting the dormitory.

"But you offer me a condemned criminal as a servant?" said the Proctor, suspiciously peering at Tunc.

"My experiment was most successful," boasted Arun, "the man has been completely reformed and now lives only to serve the needs of the inmates of this establishment."

Tunc agreed so strongly that the Proctor had to take it as true.

"I have also decided to donate the purse that was stolen to the Orphanage, which should cover your running costs for quite some time, I would imagine," said Arun, hoping to remove any last objection that the Proctor might have.

The Proctor, like every other citizen of Solton, knew full well the value of the contents of the purse in question and readily agreed to the deal.

Back at the Manse only Geri was left needing permanent accommodation. Like the other boys, Spyk had run the Assessment on him. Arun now asked for the results.

"Well," said the dog, "With minor modifications, and a minimally activated implant, he could return to his previous job."

"Which was?"

"Basically, a male prostitute."

"I can't be held responsible for turning a tween into a common whore!" said Arun, with some feeling.

"He is not a common whore, Master. He would either be a Night Boy or a Kept Boy," said Wix.

"Perhaps you could explain the niceties," said Arun.

"A common whore, works on the street, getting picked up by any man who fancies him. A Night Boy on the other hand, has someone who finds him partners and for an agreed sum he spends the night with a paying partner. Most Night Boys have regular customers. And a Kept Boy is someone like me," said Wix.

At the final remark Arun began to bluster.

"It is a cultural difference thing, boss," said the dog, "there is no shame in being a either a Night Boy or a Kept Boy, both are quite honourable and useful positions in this society."

"But he's supposed to be my Apprentice," hissed the Wizard.

"Oh, lots of Kept Boys are also Apprentices, Master. If their Master is married they will only be expected to be bedded by him at the time of the month when his wife cannot do the job, or if she is sick, with child, or he has tired of her. However if the Master has failed to take a wife, then the Apprentice is normally expected to supply his Master's sexual comforts. I doubt if anyone in Solton does not see me as a Kept Boy," explained Wix, to a horrified Arun.

"So Geri, if you would just strip off and get into the box once more I'll see what I can do for you," said Spyk.

Arun watched, in cultural shock, as the tween did as he was told. The lid closed and Spyk began listing his actions as he did them.

"Implant inserted and activated at minimum standards."

"Ageing process stopped. He will remain at this age for the rest of his life."

"What is his probable life span?" asked Arun.

"Well above normal, now he will be disease free, say 80 to 90 local years."

"He admired the way Wix could deal with you so I'm modifying him along similar lines. It should improve his repeat business."

Wix snickered and Arun glared at him. There was a long pause.

"OK he is finished now I'll bring him back to the land of the living."

That night Geri once more joined Arun and Wix in their bed and this time he was capable of dealing with Arun's manhood. He discovered the joys of holding it in his throat for as long as he wished, and the excitement of being helplessly lowered onto it.

Now it was Wix's turn to gasp in amazement as he watched his Master's member sink to the hilt into Geri's body.

Poor Arun was hard pressed to keep the two tweens satisfied and it was well into the early hours of the morning before he got any sleep at all.

The next morning they said goodbye to Geri, as he set off with the horse and caravan to a new life in the capital city, several weeks travel to the south of Solton.

To be continued in week's time.

Comments and criticism may be pointed towards jamieaderson@compuserve.com

My thanks to JH and Scott for editing.

Next: Chapter 4


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