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One More Time:  This is a story with sexual content involving a young boy and
a grown man.  If this ain't your cup'a tea, I'd hop out if I were you.  And
you kids out there in areas where you aren't supposed to know about this sort
of thing, well, you really ought to sign out now as well.  Hey, I mean it!

Everyone else, enjoy.

This part wraps up the first Trevor story.  It's my intent to chroncile his
adventures as a series of short stories as opposed to one big novel (which
just wouldn't get written, friends, believe me!).  They will hop around a
bit, picking out the important points of his life.  Obviously I should say
that there is at least one that precedes this one.  So anyway, to those who
are interested, there's more to come.  By the way, the actual overall title
to the story you've been reading is "The Fire That Burns Sight."




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The Fire That Burns Sight
by Ricky
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3. The Visitor from Beyond

Feeling somewhat demure from his earlier exertions, Trevor stood calm and
passive before the wizard, Kamal Shadrok.  The boy was weaponless, having
removed his belongings in the outer chamber with his barbarous, adult
companion, Konnur, and their guide, Linius.  Wearing nothing but the scant
brief tied about his waist, he felt rather naked in this situation.  Still,
the boy showed no discomfort before the wizard.

Kamal took a sip of the wine he'd poured for himself.  He was a tall, elder
man with long, black hair streaked with white.  He was bearded as well,
though short cropped and shaded as his hair.  His eyes were full of mystery
and darkness, his nose long and sharp.  The whole of his face suggested
powerful, cruel urgings that would, perhaps, never wear a smile of true
satisfaction.  He was dressed in a brilliantly coloured robe and wore bright
gems on his fingers and round his neck.  His manner and bearing were princely
but subdued.  Though he seemed within the twilight of his years, he stood
straight and strong, with fire undiminished by scores of life.  He reclined
upon a grand seat and gestured the child to approach him.

With his arms at his side the boy softly padded across the floor, feeling the
man's hand upon him as soon as he was within reach.  Kamal said nothing as he
examined the smooth, soft touch of the boy's tender flesh.  From his shoulder
to the pink nipples of his young breasts, down his flat, trim stomach and
around his slender waist.  The wizard's free hand explored the boy's long,
slim legs and up again to his thigh.  A gentle squeeze at the lad's young
penis and testicles through the soft doeskin brief brought a mild smile to
Trevor's lips, which was apparently pleasing to his evening's new master.
 Kamal set his goblet down and with his other hand, reached to the rear of
the boy, running his fingers across the firm, round buttocks, reaching inside
the yielding, little slip and moving down along the crack of the lad's firm,
round behind.

As always, Trevor found this sort of attention to be wildly pleasing and he
glanced behind him, hopefully, at the richly draperied bed.  Kamal replaced
his hands again at the lad's waist and shook him slightly.  "Well, you're
certainly a most willing boy, and quite capable judging by your rather large
companion.  But no rush lad, quite a night awaits you, quite a night."

Something in the wizard's voice caused an involuntary shudder throughout
Trevor's slight frame but then his eyes were caught by a small gemstone at
the end of a golden chain which wound about a small stand on Kamal's desk.
 When he was of the frame of mind to look away, he'd realized he'd stared at
it too long to ignore without arousing suspicion in the mind of his patron.
 Thus he put on the quizzical smile of a child and asked, "What is that
crimson gem, noble sir?  It catches the scant light of the room and holds it
as a flame within."

Kamal looked at Trevor curiously.  "You are a remarkable little lad aren't
you?  Most cannot perceive the light that burns within that gem, a fire that
can burn sight.  Most curious."  The wizard pondered the boy, scanning him up
and down, his mind clearly considering different matters.  Then he took
another drink and sat back, eyeing the full of the boy with the clear desire
that Trevor had seen many times in other men.  "I think I should get on with
you after all," he ssiled.

With that the man stood and took Trevor up in his arms, briskly moving
towards the bed.  He hurled them both down, landing atop the boy's small
frame.  Trevor laughed as he wriggled upward, to place his head upon the
pillow.  Kamal was intoxicated with the boy's body, caressing and rubbing,
feeling the pleasure of the youthful form beneath him.  He suckled at the
lad's breast, licking and nibbling at the now-hard point of the child's
nipple.  Trevor felt the hardness of the man's sex pressing against his
lithesome thigh even while hot kisses smothered his face and hands
passionately tugged at his little brief.  The youth thought he was
surprisingly vital for a man of his age, and briefly considered enjoying his
sex first.  But he knew that Kamal would never be more distracted than he was
now.  Slowly, the boy's small hand reached across to the side table next to
the bed and took up the heavy, silver candle-stick.  Smiling with child-like
glee and then staring into the lustful face of the man with feigned passion,
he raised the weapon above the wizard's head.


Konnur and Linius were several chambers away, in the tower's greeting room.
 Though events were playing out in their favor, quite beyond their wildest
dreams, Konnur was not pleased at the results.  "The boy" had wanted some
token which he called The Fire That Burns Sight, and to get it they had
considered storming this tower.  But the opportunity presented itself for
"the boy" to serve the master of the  tower for the evening with his quite
comely body.  It was assumed that "the boy" would have no difficulty in
underhandedly subduing the wizard at some moment  and gaining the treasure.
 What then was the problem?  Could it be that in the short time that he'd
known "the boy" he'd become so attached to him that he could not abide the
thought of another man's hands upon him?  Even in pretense and for a short
while?  The northerner was a proud, strong man who had never bound himself
with anyone before.  Now this pretty, young lad had ensnared him in some sort
of spell he could not imagine breaking, or even wanting to break.  Surely it
was "the boy" who was the wizard and not this poor Kamal Shadrok.  No, Konnur
was not at all pleased.

"More wine!" he snarled at Linius.

The handsome, young nobleman quickly obliged, filling the powerful fighter's
goblet to the rim for the fourth time.  The northerner's movements were
becoming sluggish, noticed Linius, his eyes becoming less focused.  Linius
crossed again to his seat and watched the barbarian gulp the heady wine and
continue in his inarticulate mumblings.  And as he sat there and watched his
victim slip slowly but surely into a deep slumber, Linius' clean, soft
features were offset by a smile of dark and twisted intent.


Trevor found that he could not lower his arm, nor get any sort of response
from any other part of his body.  Kamal lifted his head and looked full into
the lad's face with a murderous stare.  "So, there IS more to you and your
story than it would first appear.  Tell me boy, what did you hope to gain in
the Tower of Kamal Shadrok?"

The boy struggled against the force which had wrenched control of his mind
but could not resist.  Succinctly he stated the purpose of his quest.  Kamal
rose from the bed and upraised his right hand over the prostrate figure.
 "I'm sure there's quite a story behind all that but I fear it will go
untold.  You, I think, are best dealt with as soon as possible.  There is
quite a strength of will behind you, my luscious little lad, and I'd best
have done with you before you manage to break my spell.  Come along now."

Mechanically, the youth found purchase on the floor and followed his
gesturing master.  At Kamal's touch, a side of the wall opened, revealing a
flight of stairs leading down into gloomy darkness.  The man stood aside to
allow the boy to pass and then followed.  Trevor's mind was all a-jumble, he
could not focus his own thoughts above the overriding commands of the wizard.
 Kamal spoke words as they made their descending flight but they fell as soft
rain just outside of his perception.  Still, the boy fought the sinister
control, and as they reached the lowest depths of the magician's home, he was
able to hear Kamal Shadrok say, "And finally, I wouldn't be expecting much
help from your brutish companion; by now he has no doubt consumed enough
drugged wine to have placed an entire village of doltish barbarians to sleep.
 He shall be attended to later, but for now I am at your pleasure, my sweet,
dear boy."

Kamal led the child to the edge of a great pit in the basement.  The yawning
open space before his feet was scarcely discernible from the feeble light
that glowed about Kamal's hand.  He raised that hand above a large brazier
held up on a tripod stand, and fire burst to life within the copper bowl.
 The foreboding chamber came into view in the burning light, though the very
base of the pit was still in darkness.  Gloomy stone surrounded them, a few
steps away from the brazier stood a small altar with an ancient book open
upon it.  The rest of the room was barren save for a corner which had an
assortment of children's belongings, carelessly in a pile.  Kamal took his
place behind the altar and Trevor followed the bidding that placed him before
it.  He was directly in front of the pit, the toes of his feet curled around
the edge.

"The gods of true power are dark, boy, and demand gifts in return for their
favors.  In my humble ability I have obtained the presence of a visitor who,
by the appeasement of his particular appetites is sharing with me the secrets
of the cosmos.  Perhaps, given a freer rein he would not be so willing, but
on this earthly plane he is something of a slave to his own desires.  Oh yes,
though you would find it difficult to describe him one way or the other, in
the manner in which it is most significant to you, poor boy, the visitor is
most definitely a He!"

Trevor's whole body quivered and trembled as the wizard turned his attention
towards a passage in the great tome before him and read aloud in an
unearthly, gibbering tongue.  Sweat beaded on his tanned body and a sick and
dismal sensation crawled up from his stomach.  He fought with all his
strength and will against the force that held him but to no avail.  Finally
the chanting behind him ceased and he felt a slight tugging about his waist.
 The tie string that held his brief about him was undone and the scanty
garment fell at his feet.  "At least you're easily prepared, " mocked the
wizard.  "I can assure you that you will find your coming fate to be the most
unpleasant experience of your life.  What's more, a strong, vibrant lad such
as you should survive for two and possibly three or even four agonizing
times."

Kamal Shadrok leaned in close and whispered with false compassion in Trevor's
ear, "Rest assured, my pretty little boy, that if this were not necessary I
would still find some equally awful fate for one who would attempt to steal
my gem from me.  The Fire That Burns Sight grants me a much-needed veil of
secrecy for these forbidden experiments that will someday make me master of
all these lands.  Now go, and don't be timid about entertaining me with the
loudest screams you can muster!"

A sudden pressure against his back and Trevor was pushed into the pit.  Full
consciousness was restored to him as he fell.  He twisted his slender body
and managed to tumble onto a small mound of some soft, foul substance, the
smell of which repulsed him.  He scrambled out of it as quickly as he could,
careening blindly until his shoulder impacted against the wall of the pit,
causing him to fall to the floor.

The boy took a quick inventory of himself, his right shoulder was now scraped
and bruised while his left ankle had been twisted in his fall.  The darkness
was thick but not absolute, his eyes were beginning to become accustomed to
the slight light cast from above.  The floor was slippery with a damp and
sticky residue of some sort.  He leaned himself up, bracing against a large
stone.  He reached about him and his hand found a slender shape.  He could
just barely reach his thumb and finger around it and followed it up.  It was
rough to the touch but gave in at a mild squeeze, it felt like rotted fruit.
 A few inches further and it bent to the side, hard and solid at the joint.
 Trevor bolted upright.

Bent over the stone were the remains of a boy no larger in size than Trevor.
 A look of abject pain and suffering was permanently etched upon the lad's
twisted face.  His body was oddly preserved, the skin having a leathery feel
to it.  The form and substance of the poor wretch had not wasted in death but
remained full and testified that he'd been a healthy, comely boy in life.
 His legs were forced wide apart and Trevor fearfully stared at a well-worn
hole evident between the lad's legs; a hole that still held all of its long
shape and in which Konnur could have easily placed all of his manhood without
touching the sides.

And then it was that Trevor heard a noise from across the gulf of the pit.

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