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This is the second installment of a proposed series that I have created based upon the television shows Hercules - The Legendary Journies and Xena - Princess Warrior. Although I use several established characters, in no way should these writings reflect the actual actors who portrayed those characters nor imply their sexualities.

The royal chamber was in a nicely kept state. It was clear that it was cleaned on a daily basis. The bright sun shone through a glassless window, creating a rainbow of colors on the walls as it bounced off decorations of jewels and rubies spread throughout the quarters. The wooden door swung open and a palace guard stepped in. . . followed by Dax.

"Mother?" he called out as he looked around the room.

"Is that my baby?" squealed a high pitched voice from an adjacent compartment.

Princess Dianna quickly entered through another doorway with a smile upon her lips. Her long black hair hung beneath a thinly white veil that was brushed back away from her face. Her sparkling hazel eyes twinkled in the same way that her son's did. The aging lines did very little to damper the amazing mirror image of his real mother, Xena.

"Oh sweetie," she cooed as she showered him with hugs and kisses. "How are you?"

"I'm well, mother," he replied with a sweet smile.

"Leave us," Dianna politely said to the palace guard. As he stepped out and shut the door behind him, Dianna took Dax' hand and led him over to the sofa. "What brings you here? Are you ill?"

"No, mother, I'm fine," he replied.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You look a little peakid."

"Really, I'm fine," he insisted. "It's just been a long walk here. And I've had a lot on my mind for my journey."

"Well, I'm so glad to see you," she said. "I was just thinking about you recently. I just told Drucilla this morning that. . ."

"Mother," he interrupted her. "I have some questions to ask you."

"Oh," she hesitated. "Ok."

"And I want you to be honest with me."

"Well, sweetie, why shouldn't I be?" she asked innocently.

"Who are my parents?" he inquired more in a statement rather than a question.

"Well...well," she stuttered, "I'm your mother, of course. . ."

"No!" he stopped her. "My real parents. My real mother who gave birth to me. And my real father who's seed was sewn."

Dianna's mouth opened to answer, but she fumbled with her words. "Um," she finally was able to get out, "why does that matter? I love you like. . ."

"Because I have to know."

Dianna heaved out a long sigh. "I have a feeling you already know," she said. "But if you'd like to hear it from me then so be it. Your father is Hercules, son of Zues. And your mother is Xena, the Warrior Princess."

Dax nodded his head as he had already begun to believe it.

"You were given to me by. . ." she paused as her eyes squinted with suspicion. "Who told you?"

"Nobody," he lied.

"Dax," Dianna began, "sweetie, somebody must have told you. There are only two people alive who knew of this exchange. Somebody had to have told you."

"Ares," he whispered.

"What did you say?" gasped a shocked Dianna.

"Ares came to my homestead yesterday."

"Oh my," Dianna breathed. "Oh my indeed. What did he want?"

"He just told me who my parents are," Dax replied. "And that was about it. But I have some questions. . ."

"Shhhh," Dianna hushed as she wrapped her arms tightly around her foster son. "Now, listen to me. I know you have questions. And I'd want to answer them for you if I could. But, to tell you the truth, I don't have all of the answers." She paused as she straightened up to face him once more. "Your real mother, Xena, was a good friend of mine for many winters. She saved my life once. I owed her. When she had you she felt she had no choice but to give you up. She gave you to me. It was all that I could do to repay her for saving my life. To raise her son as my own. To give him royals and the respect that a king deserves. Which is what you do deserve."

"Why couldn't she take care of me?" he asked in a sour manner. "Was she too busy fighting wars to care for her own son?"

"Dax," Dianna said firmly, "whatever Xena did, she had her reasons. I really don't know them because I never asked. And -- the truth is -- I also found out that I could not bear any children. So her giving you to me was a secret blessing that I was thrilled at. I didn't ask questions. I just took you in as my own.

"In order to make everybody believe you were really mine, we kept you hidden while I staged a short pregnancy. Then you were born. We continued to keep you hidden for a few weeks since you didn't exactly look like a new born at that time and then we presented you before the kingdom.

"The answers you seek lie with your father. He knew both Xena and Hercules very well. He was with her when she gave birth. He was whom delivered you to me. Because of that, we just simply called him the father. He is the one who can give you your answers."

Sitting in silence through the entire story, Dax hung his head down and gravely nodded. "Then perhaps I owe him a visit," he whispered.

Dianna placed her hand underneath Dax' chin to raise his face up. "Then you need to go," she warned. "Ares is a dangerous man. If the Gods know who you are then who knows what will happen. You need to go before he catches up with you again."

Dax stood as he nodded in agreement.

"I could send some men with you," she added. "But there's very little they could do against a God."

"That won't be necessary," Dax said with a smile. "I'll be okay. But I will be off as soon as I can."

"Go now," Dianna said with a smile. "And be safe, my son."

"I will," the boy replied as he leaned forward to kiss his mother.

With that, he turned and hurried through the door. Dianna sat back down on the sofa with a new found worried look upon her face. "Oh dear spirits," she whispered in prayer, "please watch over my son on his journey."


In a time long ago. . .
And a land far away. . .

A man was born. . .
Half mortal - half God. . .
His incredible strength. . .
Was overpowered only by. . .
The gift of his heart. . .
His name was Hercules.

And a woman
Once cruel. . . once ruthless. . .
Her sins of the past. . .
Were placed behind her. . .
In exchange for the goodness. . .
Her name was Xena.

Together and seperately. . .
They defended mankind. . .
Against the harshness of the Gods. . .
But now they've gone. . .
They've left behind a legacy. . .
And his name is Dax.

Dax: The Legendary Warrior


"Family Ties"


A dark cloud casted a dreary shadow over the fortress of Looma as a group of soldiers tranced up to the tall castle, pulling a carriage with a hand built cage upon it. Movement could be seen from inside, but from the gloomy shadows that were lurking about, it was difficult to tell what it was that occupied the portable cell.

Up above, a black hawk, who seemed to be following the soldiers, swooped down over the sea of heads before heading for an opened window and disappearing inside.

The group of men pulled the carriage to the castle's entrance and stopped. They quickly parted to create a pathway from the doorway to the carriage, as several other men moved to the cage and began to unfasten the locks.

A man stepped out onto the landing area. He wore black boots and leather tight silk pants, the long slender legs were lean and sturdy as they held up the frame. A white blouse hung around his waist. It was opened at the chest and drew back towards his shoulders hidden beneath a dark purple cape. The man's long black hair hung towards the middle of his back which he flicked back in pride. And there, perched upon his left shoulder, was the black hawk that had buzzed by earlier.

The man's black eyes were nothing more than little slits as they were masked behind drooping bangs. But it was clear that they were checking out the scenery.

"We have one, sire," said one of the men as he slapped his fist across his chest to salute.

"Very good," he replied in an eerie voice. He smiled and then casually said, "Let's have a look."

The soldier stood at attention before turning to give a silent cue to his other men. They, in turn, opened the cage door and yanked out a body from inside.

He was a boy, no older than 16 years of age. With sandy blonde hair hanging in clumps around his shoulders, and torn rags that barely clung to his body, the boy wobbled his way forward with the very persistant guidance of his captors. The man displayed a grim yet satisfying smile.

"Bring him inside," he said as the hawk fluttered its wings on his shoulder. "To my study. I want to. . . examine him a little more closely."

"Yes, sire," the soldier replied. With the utmost of ease, two of the men picked the boy off his feet and literally carried the prisoner towards the castle by his arms.


***


Inside, a stone slab stood upright in the center of a nearly empty room. Whips, chains, paddles and other torturing devices hung on the walls that made the place all that more eerie.

The boy was carried in and taken straight to the slab where he was quickly shackled at the wrists and ankles. As the two men backed away, the man with the hawk stepped through the doorway. He was so tall he had to duck to make it through without hitting his head.

"Leave us," he barked.

The men quickly hurried out the door. With a gentle tap on his shoulder, the bird became airborn and followed suit.

The boy's bright blue eyes displayed the honest fear that he was experiencing at the moment. They became wider when the man turned to face him. The black hair was brushed away from his eyes as he stared the boy down with his eye slits.

"What do they call you?" he finally asked.

"Cast," the boy replied in a terrified manner.

"Hello, Cast," the man said as he began to walk around the slab. "My name is Hawk. Do you know why you were brought here?"

"N-no," Cast answered with a shiver. The man had walked around behind him where he couldn't see him.

"Well, then perhaps I won't spoil it just yet." He stepped back around to face the boy, yet was standing much closer. "It's inspection time, Cast. I must take a look at you."

He reached forward and opened Casts shirt. The thing was already in such a state of rags that it practically crumbled away with just the slightest little touch. Hawk's breathing became slightly heavier as he eyed Casts hairless chest. He laid a blackened fingernail against one of the boys pink nipples.

"P-pplease, sir," Cast stuttered. "P-please don't."

"Shhhh," Hawk hushed as he ran his finger down the boy's smooth chest. "I must. I need to make certain that you are pure."

The fingernail continued down to Casts trousers. After a slight pause, Hawk hooked his fingers inside the waistband and pulled them away from the boys body with a sharp tug. Cast shivered again as he felt the cool air caress his nakedness.

Hawk tossed the trousers into a corner and smiled. "Nice," he said. "Smooth. Very smooth."

Cast was smooth. Still just a boy he had not developed any hair on his chest yet and with his fair complexion, he might not ever. However, there was a light bush growing around his small cock, apprently just recently grown. Cast's frame was thin, not quite filled out yet, with not much signs of any muscle. He was still a boy.

"Just the way I like them," Hawk said as his hand reached down to cup his own growing hardness beneath his black trousers. "Unfortunately, I can't have you. Yet."

Hawk backed away as he walked to the door. He opened it and whispered something out into the hallway. Just then, another boy who looked to be about Casts age or perhaps a little older stepped in under the arm that was holding the door open. The boy was slender and had short cropped brown hair. He was shirtless and wore what appeared to be a metal band that covered his genitals. He had cuffs around his wrists that were obviously a signal that he belonged to someone. That someone was Hawk.

"This boy has gotten me excited," Hawk told him. "I need some relief."

"Yes, sire," the boy obeyed.

Hawk shut the door once again and walked back towards Cast. "This will be fun," he said with a grin.

The boy lowered himself to his knees and placed his hand upon the prominent bulge in Hawk's pants. He began to rub the outline of the man's dick as Hawk unfastened his cloak and let it and his already opened shirt fall to the ground. With a pull on one side of his fly, the buttons snapped open and his stiff cock sprung into sight.

It was thin, long and hard. Cast almost didn't recognize what it was. In fact, there were going to be a few things that would happen within the next few moments that Cast would not recognize. But in the end, he would learn too much.

The boy stroked the pole a few times before opening his mouth. His tongue darted out and touched the tip but then Hawk stopped him. "No," he demanded. "The other way."

"Yes, sire," the boy replied as he stood and without hesitation, yanked his metal covering to the floor.

Cast was shocked to see that the boy was also sporting an erection at this point. And he willingly got down onto his hands and knees ready for his masters pleasure. Hawk sunk down, took aim and without warning, plowed his cock deep inside the boy's ass.

Cast closed his eyes at the possible pain the boy must have been feeeling, and was ready for the scream -- the scream that didn't come. Instead, a moan fell forth from the lad's lips.

"Oh, Sire," the boy said. "Rip into me. Teach me it."

Cast opened his eyes to see the boy on his hands and knees with Hawk fucking his backside vigorously. Unbelieving what he was witnessing, Cast blinked a couple of times. Here, right in front of him, was a boy very close to his own age laying naked on the floor with a grown man's cock straight up into his ass. And he was enjoying it.

Hawk continued to fuck the boy's ass with intensity. In fact, he was pounding him so hard the boy had slipped and was now laying face first on the floor. Hawk continued to plow into him like a hole in a board and the boy continued to moan with every thrust.

Cast found it difficult to grasp. A grown man, naked to the waist with his trousers around his knees, doing something to a naked boy that only his father had done to his mother. Or so what he would have imagined. And he found it strangely exciting. Cast was so caught up into it that he hadn't noticed that he himself had become erect. But Hawk had, since his face remained glued to the chained prisoner. Cast then noticed the man staring at him and suddenly became aware of his own nakedness as well as his excitedness. He also realized at that moment that Hawk was fantasizing about Cast being the one on bottom. And that thought also strangely stimulated the prisoner even more.

Hawk continued to pump but it wasn't too long before his quick thrusts suddenly became very long and very deep. "Arrgh," he grunted as his pressed into the boys backside.

"Ooooh," the lad replied has his legs seemed to spread even wider.

Hawk then seemed to relax as he pushed himself to sit back. His long thick cock slid easily out of the boy's stretched asshole. Moist cum covered both dick and ass. "Clean me," he ordered.

The boy snapped around and quickly began to lick on his cock, trying to suck up all of the available cum that didn't make it inside of him.

"Wait 'til you try it," Hawk told Cast. "That's if you're lucky enough to try it."

Those words put a returned terror back into Cast's heart when he realized that he was, in fact, brought there for a special reason.


***


The city of Thiebes was bustling with activity as the townspeople moved to and fro to arrive at their destinations. Kids played in the courtyards while parents shopped at the townsquare markets. Everyone seemed oblivious to the figure in the dark cloak who moved swiftly through the crowd.

He headed down one pathway, and by the quickness of his pace, he was obviously in a hurry. He turned a corner and passed by a few more people, almost bumping into them, whilst turning his shoulder to squeeze through at the last minute.

His hand disappeared beneath his hood to gently comb the pencil thin mustache that was slightly visible to anyone standing before him before he rounded another corner. As he started down the street. . .

"Halt!" yelled a stern voice from just the west of him.

The figure stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face his aggressor. "Oh, come on!" he said in a familiar chagrin charm as he lowered his hood to reveal himself.

"Now now, Autalycus," the man said. "I know you were just in the square and some of the merchants are arguing over the products that has disappeared."

"Awe, Lindon, you should know me by now," Autalycus replied in a smoothened voice. "You know me better than that."

"That's right," Lindon said. "I do know you. And I know that you probably have something hidden inside that cloak of yours."

"Now, where would I hide. . . whatever it was they said was stolen?"

"I never said anything was stolen," Lindon countered.

"No," Atalycus stated. "But you implied it."

"Just remove your cloak and allow us to search you," the man demanded as four other very big and very mean looking men began to close in.

"What if I refuse?" Autalycus questioned.

"Then we'll have to do it the fun way," Lindon stated with a smile.

"Awe damn!" he cursed as he backed away in preparation.

The four men lurched at him. Autalycus turned to punch one of them in the gut, but instead felt the hardness of battle armor beneath the man's shirt. "Owe!" he cried out in pain.

The man picked him up and held him high over his head.

"This is gonna hurt," Autalycus swore under his breath. He spotted a whip attached to the man's hip and reached for it just as he was flung through the air. The whip went flying in one direction and he in another before he came crashing down onto a fruitstand. As he regained his senses, Autalycus spotted the whip and a hand reaching for it. The four men closed in again for another turn. "Hey, we can talk about this," he tried to say but arms continued to reach for him.

A loud *SNAP* sounded out and one of the men suddenly dropped to his knees, crying out in pain. He fell to the ground clutching his legs as the whip retracted back. The remaing three men turned to face the new threat.

Dax stood out in the open, the whip curled around his feet. "Now that it's a bit more even. . ." he began with the intention of leaving his words hanging.

Two of the men bolted for Dax as Autalycus jumped to his feet and swung a huge mellon into the other's head. Dax dove into the air and rolled to the ground just between his two assailants. He came up on the other side, while turning to face them as he rose to his feet. His back bumped into Autalycus, who was once again facing the other two men, one of them sporting a major headache.

"Hi dad," Dax said over his shoulder.

"Hey son," Autalycus replied while getting a secure footing on the ground.

"Need some help?" the boy asked with a grin.

"Sure!"

With that, the pair attacked the four men with such conviction, that it was all over within a few moments. All of the men laid sprawled out on the ground, groaning in pain from the beating they just recieved and Lindon was nowhere to be found.


***


"What was that all about?" Dax asked as he swung his leg over the bench in the tavern and sat down at the wooden table.

"Oh, nothing," Autalycus replied as he looked up at the barmaid who was coming to take their order. "I'll take the usual. Uh. . . make that two."

Dax continued to stare at his father.

"Well, they thought I stole something from the merchants," Autalycus said innocently.

"Why would they think that?" Dax asked with a sarcastic tone and a roll of his eyes.

"I dunno," Autalycus answered with a shrug as he pulled out a shiny new leather pouch. The money inside made a clanking sound when it hit the table. He grinned his mischevious grin.

"I'm not gonna get into it," Dax stated with a shake of his head.

"Good! So, son, what brings you out here? Been missin' your old man, have ya?" Autalycus chuckled to himself as the barmaid sat two mugs down on the table. "Apply it to my tab," he told her.

"Your tab's been over due for two moon's now," she replied.

"Then I'll owe ya!" he stated nonchalantly.

"Dad," Dax began as he shifted his position on the bench. "I've come for a reason. I need your help."

"What is it, son?" he asked showing a slight concern on his face. "Need some money? Done. I can get it for ya."

"No, it's not that!" the boy spat out with disgust. "But this is serious."

"Oh ok," Autalycus nodded. "Well, what is it?"

"I know who my real parents are."

Autalycus' mouth hung open as if he was being prepared to be hit by an arrow. But then, without warning, he burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Dax questioned.

"Is that all?" he asked with a roar. "Oh I was gonna tell you about that when you got old enough."

"No, that's not all!" Dax stated in irritation. "Ares came to my homestead the other day."

Suddenly, Autalycus stopped laughing and flung his hand over Dax' mouth to hush him up. "Don't you ever say the "A" word out loud," he said in a serious manner. "Don't you know that they can hear you when you say their names?"

Dax shook his head.

"What did he want?" his father asked him, removing his hand away from his sons face.

"Nothing really. Just to tell me who my real father and mother are."

"Is that all?"

"That's all."

Autalycus sat back on his bench. The smile was now gone from his face and he took a sip from his drink in order to clear his throat.

"The reason I came," Dax continued, "is that I want to find out what happened to my father and mother, Hercules and Xena, and why was I given up."

Autalycus sighed a heavy breath as he contemplated the details he was about to give to his son. "It was something she had to do," he began.

"Why?"

"She wasn't ready."

"Why?" Dax persisted.

After a deep breathe. . . "Xena had a lot of problems," Autalycus finally said with a flow of words. "She had a lot of anger built up inside her. She had made a name for herself around the countryside attacking small villages and taking their boys to help build her army. She had a passion for hatred. A passion for kill. One man ended up changing that."

"Hercules," Dax said with a nod.

"Yes. He helped her see the hurt her anger was causing innocent people. He helped her change herself. He helped her realize that she didn't really want to go on killing innocent people. They spent quite a bit of time together learning her how to control her hatred.

"It was during that time that you were seeded. Xena told me that it was the only time she had been with Hercules. When she found out that she was with child, her and Hercules had already gone their seperate ways. She thought that she could control her rage well enough to have a child. But during the time that you were inside her she started to realize that she didn't have it all under her control.

"Xena had already had one child. A boy. Named Soren. She gave him up too. To live with the Centaurs. She was looking forward to reclaiming him as her own some day and building themselves a family. When you were born she included you into those plans, too.

"She gave you to me. To hide you. To keep you safe. To put you where she could come for you whenever she was ready. But not too long after that, Soren was tragically killed. The only reason why he was killed was because he was Xena's son.

"She vowed that she didn't want anything like that to happen to you. So she told me to put you some place where even she couldn't find you. She figured that if she couldn't find you then her enemies couldn't as well. That's when I took you to Dianna. She was the perfect candidate. You take after your mother in the looks department. Dianna is as beautiful as your mother. She was the perfect one to raise you as her own.

"She faked her own pregnancy so that. . ."

"I know," Dax whispered as he laid his head down on the table.

"Son, I'm sorry that things turned out like this, but believe me, your mother was acting strictly in the best interest of you. I knew her very well. And I have never seen Xena to care more for anyone than she did her own children. Well, except for that Gabby gal but that's beside the point."

"What about Hercules?" Dax snapped at him, raising his head up again. "What did he ever say about all this?"

"Herc didn't really know," Autalycus said carefully. "Xena never told him and she strictly forbid me to tell him, too. So, I never did."

"Why didn't she want to tell him?"

"I don't know, son," Autalycus stated firmly, but with a father's tone. "Xena had her reasons for doing what she did. And knowing Xena the way I did, I really must say that it was the right thing to do. Look at you. You've grown into a fine young man. You're independent. You're healthy. And I know that Xena is very proud of you right this moment."

"I didn't know much about Xena before this," Dax said with a whimper. "Why wasn't I at least told about her?"

"Xena didn't want you knowing about her. Ever. She saw that you deserved a better life and she didn't want you growing up with the desire to meet her some day and go to seek her out. She didn't want to put you in that kind of danger. So, Dianna and I thought it was best if we never mentioned her at all."

"How did she die?"

Autalycus winced at the thought. "It was nasty," he said. "Xena had another baby. . ."

"Another one???" Dax shouted. "When did she find the need to stop!!"

"This wasn't your average, normal, every day baby," Autalycus stated. "There was no father. Xena was mysteriously seeded by someone or something. I believe it turned out that the father was another God. But of a spiritual texture. She had a baby girl. Eve. It was said that as long as this baby remained alive then the Gods were vulnerable to death.

"They put out a death warrant on Eve. The Gods went crazy and Xena did everything she could to protect her child. She even tried to hide her but they still found her. They became mad and furious. They crossed the boudaries and declared war on Xena. They mercilessly killed her, her daughter, and her friend, Gabrielle. They broke their own moral code to do so."

"What code is that?"

"It is said that the Gods can not directly interfere with mortal life. They can not pass judgment and take life away on their own accord. By doing so is giving way to sin by their own standards. They crossed that line to do it."

"Who passes judgment onto them for breaking that code?"

"The Furies. But they, too, were vulnerable to death. So they allowed it."

Dax finally took his first drink from his cup. He then bowed his head back down in sorrow. "I don't know what to do now," he mumbled. "What can I do to avoid Are --um. . . the Gods?"

"I wish I could tell you, son," Autalycus sympathized. "But I can't. Although. . ." He paused as a thought came to him. "There is one place you might be able to go."

"Where's that?" Dax asked, raising his head once more.

"The Oracle at Delphi. It's a place where all Gods go for direction. And some mortals, too. I believe Xena has been there."

"Where is it at?"

"I'm not really sure," Autalycus stated. "But I know a man who does. He's pretty old now but I'm sure he could guide you."

Dax forced a smile upon his face, in an attempt to show more bravery for his father. But deep inside, it was an attempt to soothe his own fear that had already begun to boil.


***


Darkness was now shrouded around the fortress of Looma as Hawk marched through the stoned hallways. The torches lit the narrow passageway from their perching positions upon the walls, but it was clear that Hawk had been through here many times before that he could probably do it in the dark.

When he arrived at a wooden door, he started to knock, but stopped just before the first tap. He made a mental decision that he was going to walk right on in. He carefully pushed the heavy door open just a few inches. It made a slight squeak and as he peered inside, it was obvious the sound went unheard.

A man stood on the other side of the room. It was his throne room. And he was wearing a white robe that draped over his shoulders, seperated at his torso, and at the moment was thrown back behind his hips. As he stood, his back was towards Hawk, which provided the voyeur a most satisfying view. For the man's legs were spread and in between them sat a very handsome lad of about 19 years of age. The young man was completely naked with his mouth full of his master's cock, while stroking his own meat with his left hand.

His lips engulfed the entire shaft as he sqeezed his eyes shut tight in an effort to swallow the whole thing. The master had his hands planted firmly on the back of the boy's head. His fingers entertwined in the black curls that was bobbing up and down. The distinct sounds of throat muscles sucking sensations escaped the boys lips as he pulled and tugged on his own cock, matching the rhythm of the blow job he was giving.

Hawk instantly became turned on by this. He quickly opened up his black trousers and pulled his massive prick loose. He started stroking as he watched the boy play with himself through the spread legs of the man standing before him. With his eyes staring straight at the young stroking dick, Hawk raised his free hand to his chest and began to rub a nipple.

The man who was receiving the pleasure started to moan as his hips began to thrust faster.

"Swallow it," the man ordered. "Swallow it all."

The boy opened his throat muscles a little more which gained easier access for the cock to be shoved down it.

"Shoot for me, boy," the man demanded. "I want to see you cum before I do. Let me know that you love sucking my cock."

The boy moaned a bit, but then streams of white jizz shot forth from his prick. It shot through the air, between the man's legs and splattered against the stone floor. Seeing this, Hawk instantly shot his load, too. Licking his lips, he bucked his rear and fucked his own palm in an effort to send his jizm close to the spot where the boy's had landed.

Hawk was so wrapped up in his own cumming, that he didn't even notice the man had turned to face him. "Was it good for you too, Hawk?" he asked.

Hawk glanced upwards with a smile. He then looked beyond the man and saw stains of white streaking down the boys chin, letting him know that the boy had accomplished his mission. "Absolutely," he said with a smile.

The man fixed his robe to cover himself up again, as his face hardened and he gave the boy a stern look. It was a silent order. The boy then rose, lowered his head and headed for the door. As he passed by, Hawk placed a hand on the lad's chest to stop him. He licked his palm, placed it around the boy's still stiff member and stroked it a few times. He then brought his hand back up to his mouth and gave it a couple of licks.

The boy then carried on his way, out the door.

"Sweet," said Hawk with a half grin. "But getting less sweeter."

"I agree," the man replied. "He is getting too old."

The man turned and approached his throne. He sat down and draped one leg over the armrest, exposing his soft dick again. His hand began to message it as he looked at his friend. He had black hair, like Hawk, and had blue eyes that could clearly be seen from across the room. Eyes that bore into your soul.

"Do you have a replacement?" he finally asked.

"I do," Hawk beamed with joy. "He is sixteen. Just barely got his hairs. Very, very pink and pure. You will like him for sure, Ray-Bon."

"Excellent," Ray-Bon said with a grin before getting serious. "Have you touched him yet?"

"Of course not," Hawk stated. "I wanted to. But instead I fucked Adam while he watched."

"You did what?" Ray-Bon yelled. "Did he get excited?"

"Of course."

"We want him as pure as he can be," Ray-Bon explained. "We don't want him losing any fluids around here until we're ready for him."

"Oh, trust me," Hawk began with a smile. "By the time the ceremony is finished, he would make all of the leaders very very happy."

"Yes," the other replied with a sigh and a smirk. "In two days both the moon and the sun will be in the sky. That is when we will begin our preparations. That night we will hold the ceremony."

"I must admit, I'm looking forward to this one," Hawk said. "It's been so long since we had the last. And this boy is a treasure."

"Does he know?" Ray-Bon asked.

"Nope. I think I'll keep that for the surprise."

The two men continued to laugh as each started to rub their crotches with the thought of their ceremony.


Until next time. . .

chasguy

love this so much.. well you know what happens ....
can't wait for the next part..

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