This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex.
CHAPTER 7 - Sanctuary
They ride hard for an hour, trying to get as much distance as possible between them and the soldiers. Bain is grateful for the clear night, the moon illuminating the track ahead. The trail is climbing now as they are heading up hill.
"Rafael! We need to stop!" Bain shouts.
Rafael pulls on the reigns stopping his horse, Bain canters up beside him.
"The horses are tired, it's not a good idea to push them any harder," Bain says, Rafael nods his head in agreement. "We need to find somewhere to rest, somewhere quiet."
Bain looks at his father, the cut's are deep, he's going to be scared for life if they heal.
"Father are you ok?" Bain asks. Vernon mumbles something indistinguishable. Bain places his hand on his forehead, it's hot.
"Crap I think he's getting a fever, we need to treat his wounds quickly," Bain says, Rafael nods in agreement.
"Where are we? How we going to find our way without the map?" He despairs.
Rafael reaches into the a satchel on his horse and pulls out the map.
"What! You rescued the map but not our clothes?"
Rafael just shrugs his shoulders.
"Typical!"
Bain looks around, everything is quiet, just the sound of a few night creatures in the trees.
"I think we should probably get off the main trail," he says.
Rafael points to a small path leading off to the left.
The boy's dismount and lead the horses down it. Bain is struggling walking bare foot over the stones and shingle.
"Ow! Ah! Fuck! Ow!" he shouts as he dances along the path. Rafael has no such problem having spent all his life naked the souls of his feet are hard and he walks like he's walking on grass. Bain steps on a large sharp rock and loses his footing, he falls to the left of the path. The ground here slopes away and Bain finds himself tumbling down the slope through bramble, he cries out as the bramble scratches his skin. He hears a splash and he finds himself on his back in a small stagnant pool of water, it smells foul.
"Awww fuck!" he cries. He looks up and see's Rafael silently laughing holding is belly, "Hey it's not fucking funny," Bain say failing to see the humour in his predicament.
He clambers back up the bank and stands next to Rafael who quickly grabs his nose.
"Yeah I know it stinks."
They walk a little further and come across a shack nestled in among the trees, there is a light inside.
"Do you think they will help us?" Bain asks, Rafael shrugs his shoulders then grabs Bains arm pushing him toward the shack. "Ok, here goes."
They tie the horses and Bain knocks on the door. He hears hushed voices coming from within then some banging, suddenly the door opens and standing before him is a very old man. His face is wrinkled and weathered, his eyes have that look of someone that laughed a lot throughout his life burning it's imprint in the face. He beard is long and straggly and his hair white and thin. He wears a long robe that covers his haunched body down to the ground, in his hand he holds a crook to help him to walk.
The old mans eyes widen when he see's two beautiful young naked boy's standing before him.
"Oh my," he says, he thinks he just died and is in heaven.
"We need your help, my father is injured and we need to treat his wounds,"
The old man looks round the door and sees another naked body slumped on the back of the horse.
"Oh my goodness!" he says alarmed, "Bring him inside quick!"
The boy's help Vernon off the horse and with his arms over each of their shoulders the help him into the shack.
It's bigger than the shack Bain had grown up in but not much different inside. There are no beds in this room, it's furnished with two large chairs either side of the stone fireplace, a large table and a cooking area.
"Take him through there," the old man points to a door with his crook.
The boy's help Vernon into the other room, it's smaller than the last room and has a large double bed at it's centre. The boys place Vernon on the bed.
"What happened?" the old man asks.
"We was attacked."
"Who by?"
"Soldiers of Soltan."
The old man stiffens up.
"You can't stay here! Please leave," he shouts.
"Please sir, we have no-one else to turn to, we need to get to Aljeron," Bain begs.
"What's so important that you have to get to Aljeron?" the old man asks raising an eyebrow.
Bain hesitates, Rafael takes hold of Bain's hand and nods.
"Rafael here is Aljeron's son."
"Oh my!" The old man says.
"We have been charged with taking him to Aljeron, if he doesn't get there the whole kingdom will be claimed by Soltan." Bain explains.
"Oh my goodness," the old man pauses for a while. "No, I can't have Soltan's men snooping round here, it's too risky, please leave."
The boys hang their heads, "as you wish."
They help Vernon off the bed and start heading for the door when the rug below them starts moving, they look down and step back. Suddenly the rug flies up and a trap door opens, from it climbs a skinny young boy. He looks to be about 14, skinny, around 5'2" and is dressed in a sack cloth with rope tied around his waist, it stops just below his groin and Bain can just see the head of his cock hanging below. His hair is strawberry blond and his has the cutest face Bain has ever seen.
"No Gramps, we have to help them!" the boy shouts.
"Kian! I told you to stay down there no matter what!" the old man scolds him.
"But Gramps, they seem like good people," the boy turns round to look at them, noticing that they are naked he blushes a bright crimson. "Please Gramps, don't kick them out, it wouldn't be right."
"This is my grandson, he's the reason why I don't want Soltan's men anywhere near hear," the old man says.
"I don't understand," Bain says.
"Kian has a twin brother, Kalen. Two years ago he was kidnapped by Soltan's men and delivered to Soltan. Somehow Soltan learned about Kian and put a bounty on his head saying he wanted both boys. We've been hiding from him ever since."
"Where is Kalen now?" Bain asks.
"We're not sure but last we heard he'd be taken to Holberton, there's a fortress there and we believe he's in one of the dungeons," the old man says.
Bain looks at Rafael then back at the old man, "We're heading that way, I'm not sure how yet but if we can help we will."
"I told you they are good people," Kian says looking at his grandfather.
The old man takes a deep breath, "Ok, we'll help you but only if you help us."
"We'll do our best sir," Bain replies as they place Vernon back on the bed.
"Call me Theol," says the old man, "Kian go and hide their horses."
The boy rushes out the room and out the shack.
"What happened to his parents?" Bain asks.
"They was killed by Soltan's men 15 years ago, I've been bringing the boys up ever since."
"Wait 15 years ago, but Kian only looks about 14."
"He's 18, it runs in the family I guess, I'm 110 and actually his great grandfather."
"Wow! You look great, er I mean for your age," Bain says.
"Oh my what is he doing?" Theol asks. Rafael is now standing at the foot of the bed, Vernon is on his back with his head right by Rafael's groin. Rafael places his cock on Vernon's face then places his hands either side of Vernon's head.
"I'm not sure," Bain says.
Rafael closes his eyes and soon little sparks of electricity emanate from his fingers. Theol and Bain watch in amazement as Rafael's and Vernon's cock expands to full erection. Rafael's body stiffens and his cock seems to get even harder, his body starts shaking and becomes covered in sweat. Suddenly he lurches and his and Vernon's cock erupts, Rafael's cum showers down on Vernon after flying a good 3 feet in the air.
"Oh my goodness! Never in all my years," Theol says.
Bain looks lustfully at both his father and Rafael cumming wishing he was on the receiving end. As Rafael's orgasm subsides he collapses on the floor, Bain rushes to him lifts him up and places him on the bed next to Vernon. He looks at his father and turns him on to his side to examine his wounds, they gone.
"I knew it!" Theol says, "that boy is enchanted!"
Bain looks at him,
"I had guessed that Aljeron was a sorcerer, he was reigning when I was a boy and for someone to live as old as he has he must be one," Theol reasons.
"He is and he's dying, we have to get Rafael to him so he can transfer his powers, Rafael will then be the new King."
"This is all a bit much for me, I must go and rest my bones, I will send Kian in with some hot water so you can get cleaned up," and with that he walks out the room.
Bain sits on the bed looking at his cum soaked father, he dips his finger in and tastes it, he really does like the taste of cum. He looks at the door and back at the cum, it really would be a shame to waste it by wiping it off so he bends down and starts licking, the taste is divine. Soon his is lapping like a thirst crazed dog, licking every square inch of his father's torso. Eventually it's all gone, every little drop is now in his stomach, he savours the taste in his mouth, his cock now fully erect and fit to bursting. He looks up and see's Kian in the doorway holding a bowl of water, both boys blush. Kian's clothing is steadily rising and Bain can see the head of Kian's cock as it lifts up his sack cloth, he obviously was turned on by what Bain was doing. Bain is amazed at it's size, a very big 8" not as big as his but on this small frame of a boy it looks huge. Kian's aware his cock is now fully exposed buy he can't do anything about it as he has his hands full.
"I-I-I bought some h-h-hot water," Kian stutters.
"Thanks," Bain say's looking at the floor.
