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 Alec and Glen (MF)



   Disclaimer: This is a story involving adult situations.  So, if sex,
violence and the occasional drug is offensive to you, or you are under the
age of eighteen, stop reading now and save us all some time.  --UM-



   This is the beginning of a full length book.  [That means that it is the
start of a twisted little romance/sci-fi story and has vast areas with no
sex in it.] If you are interested in reading it, great.  If not, I warned
you it would be long and drawn out.



   Alecsander Michael Carter reigned in his horse, Samuel, as he cast his
weary gaze on the sign of an inn.  The grimy place reeked of sour ale and
old worn out nags.  He fixed his cape and moved his money belts into his
tunic.  The Manger.  A biblical reference for as carnal a joint as he had
ever seen.  Still, he needed to sleep, and Samuel craved a stall.  As he
guided his horse slowly up the path, he noticed a row of boys sitting on a
bench.  They scratched their dirty, probably mite infested, brown hair and
murmured between themselves.  They made no move to toward him until he
waved and caught the eye of a boy.

   "Have you room, boy?"

   With an awkward gate, the boy raced over to him and nodded.  Alec nodded
him in the direction of the inn.  The crouching teen paused for a moment to
look back and rushed into the main room.  He returned with a foul tempered
rotund oily man.

   "Does he have kess," followed them into the frosty evening air.

   "Enough," Alec responded to the obvious doubt in the older man's voice.

   "And who may you be?"

   The big guy sized Alec up and came as close as Samuel would allow.

   "I am Alec, the son of Hans, from the wars."

   A crowd developed around his horse, and he tried to calm Samuel enough
to stop his jumping.

   "Glen, take the man's horse," the fat man growled and made a move to hit
the boy.

   The boy swiftly held the stallions lead as Alec dismounted.  Glen had
never seen such a tall man before.  He seemed to arch down his shoulders
but was still a good head taller than the master.

   "Oy, a tall bastard aren't ya," the innkeeper smiled up at him.

   "No taller than some."

   Alec settled his price with the owner of the establishment.  It had
taken him nearly an hour to get the name Meta out of the old man.  After he
had paid for the night, he went to check on his horse.  As he entered the
stables, he noticed the boy caressing Samuel's muzzle.  Odd lad.  The boy
ran a stiff brush over the horse's neck and clicked softly.

   "A beauty, isn't he?" Alec addressed the boy.

   Startled, the teen shrank into the shadows.

   "No harm done.  Don't pamper him too much.  He's a spirited one, and I
don't need him spoiled as well."

   With a nod, the boy stroked the dirt and dried sweat from the stallions
dappled gray coat.  Almost gingerly, the saddle was removed and the blanket
revealed a series of white star shaped speckles seasoning his back and
haunches.  The horse fidgeted in the stall and crushed the lad against the
wall.  Alec entered the stall and grabbed Samuel's head to soothe him, but
the horse caught the boy again in the chest with a shoulder.  Alec guided
Samuel out of the stall and gave his ear a tug.  A stare passed between
horse and man.

   "There, Samuel.  That's a lad.  He`s fresh from the war.  I apologize."

   The boy slipped from the enclosure with saddle and blanket in hand.  The
tack was stowed and a fresh armload of hay was offered before Alec's
attention could be turned fully to the boy.  The horse had calmed enough to
test the hay, but gave a snort at the lad as he pulled a brush through the
mane with one hand.  The other hand clutched his chest.

   "Are you well," Alec offered.

   "Yes, sir," the voice didn't match the size.

   "What's your name, boy?"

   "Glen, sir." The boy continued to smooth Samuel's coat and mane.

   The voice just did not fit.

   "Glen what?  Glen Bar?  Glen Iver?"

   "No, sir.  Just Glen, sir.  From where I was found, sir."

   The voice grated on his brain.  Though the lad was trying to lower it,
it obviously hadn't changed.  The kid was too old not to have a changed
voice.  From his slight build, Alec figured the boy was malnourished or
sickly.

   "How old are you?"

   "Sixteen, sir."

   "You don't sound it."

   "I'm sorry, sir."

   The boy was smart.  Alec watched as Glen seemed to melt into the chores
of cleaning Samuel and softly clicking to the other horses nearby.  The boy
was calm.  Too calm after a horse had crushed him.  The boy acted as though
nothing had happened.  He'd been beaten before, maybe.  Alec went into the
inn and tried not to think of what would happen to the boys that quietly
drifted in and out of view.  This place grew lower in his opinion by the
minute.  Meta walked boldly up to him and offered him a pitcher of cider.
Alec waived it away and sat down next to the fire.  Three young girls made
their presence known at the far end of the hall.  They wove within the
travelers and refused to shy from the groping hands of the men.  One came
to Alec and placed her fingers on his neck, which made him eye level with
her breasts.  She smiled down at him and wordlessly asked a question.  He
smiled back at her and slowly removed her hands from his neck.

   "No thanks," he quietly brushed her off.

   With obvious disappointment, the whore moved on to her next choice. 
Alec knew the place would be crawling with unscrupulous women, but it was
still unnerving.  He resettled himself in the chair and studied the burning
embers for another reason not to do it again.  He was free to be an
ordinary man, now.  No one would ever know if he did take a whore, again.
He was heading home.  This may be his only chance.  He forced the idea out
of his mind and was startled by Meta's closeness.

   "I've a question for you." The capricious smile made Alec more ill at
ease.  "Would you be willing to take a charge or two with you on your way
to the main route?  As you see, I have many lads.  Too many to feed.  There
are a few good worker's I'd be willing to part with.  I will not charge you
for the privilege.  The boy that took your horse is a bit small.  If you
take him with you, I will send his horse with him.  There are many places
that would take him on your way."

   "You owe him money," Alec figured as he idly tapped the table in front
of him.

   "No, nothing like that," Meta obviously lied.  "You travel alone.  There
is safety in numbers.  Besides, you look like you have just enough money to
have a name.  You wouldn`t want a body to say they`ve seen you here."

   "It doesn't matter whether I have a name or not." Alec sighed, "If the
boy needs a place to go, I'll set him up somewhere.  He has some softness.
Maybe a seminary."

   "Good.  We'll give you a free meal for your trouble.  I'll have him
ready to go in the morning."

   The boy would do well in the seminary.  The self-discipline would do
well to free him of the odd way he carried himself.  The way he swayed his
hips was off-putting.  Alec knew of men like that.  A seminary would be the
perfect place.

   He watched as one of the women poured ale into a tall mug for a
customer. She reminded him of his girl.  The petite girl looked sideways at
him and he was taken.  She returned his smile and offered him a drink.  He
declined.  She left and came back with a plate of food.  She then offered
something else as she set it down and placed herself on his lap.  Her warm
ass ground onto his lap.  He smiled as he watched the inn begin to fill
with more people.  She looked at him and slid her hand to feel his crotch.
He jumped as she gripped him.

   "Just be still.  You won't have to pay.  I'll do it right here, quietly,
as you eat your meal."

   The image of his girl lost, he slid his hands up to a breast and fondled
her gently.  She turned to him and showed her anxiety.  She kissed his neck
and ran her tongue over his earlobe.

   "I don't think so," he whispered.  She actively humped him right in
front of the whole inn.  "Stop it."

   She lowered the top of her dress to show her pale round breasts then
quickly covered back up.  He couldn't deny that she'd started something in
him.

   "Look, I'll give you a little.  You'll have to find some one else if you
want it like that.  I bet you couldn't keep quiet if you tried."

   She smiled at him and said, "Try me."

   He nodded and picked up his fork with one hand and gathered her skirt in
the other.  Her thighs were soft and just as warm as her lively ass.  He
massaged slowly as he bit into an over cooked potato.  She sat completely
still and acted as though she was listening to the story an older woman was
saying.  He decided to try a carrot and her stomach.  He felt her tense as
he ran his finger tips over her navel and up to just barely graze the
bottom of her left breast.  He could feel her breathing start to change as
he ran his fingers under and cupped the breast.  She let out a quiet gasp
as he circled the soft bumpy skin around her nipple.

   "Ah, ah, ah.  You said you'd be quiet," he whispered as he gave the
nipple a pinch.  She writhed on his lap.  He dropped his fork and dove his
other hand down under her skirt.  She arranged herself so that her legs
were wide open and her skirt covered his moving hands.  The back of the
skirt rose and exposed her somewhat disappointingly non-descript rear.  He
rearranged himself so that his hands slid around her waist with free range.
He massaged her breast again and she visibly shook.

   "I'm getting hungry," Alec breathed in her ear.

   She immediately raised a fork full of pungent rice into his mouth.  As
he chewed, he ran his hand over her rough pubic hair.  He wondered if she
had just trimmed it.  He drove a finger inside her and said, "This is okay
rice, but I'd like some more." She gasped so loud that some of the whores
looked over at her.  He drove his finger in and out of her to make sure it
was nice and wet.  She pushed her ass into his hard member.  He'd take care
of that himself.  He stroked at her and felt her tense up and tremble.  She
wouldn't last long.  She could barely control her breathing let alone keep
quiet anymore.  The whores had formed a human shield around them.  They
laughed and joked to each other as she cried and moaned.  She still fed
him, but with her hands.  He pinched and twisted at her nipples as he drove
her forward over the table.  She'd dripped her hot sex all over his pants
as he made it happen.  She convulsed over the table, which pinned his wrist
to the edge and forced the table noisily across the floor.  She let out a
loud sigh as he continued to stroke her.  He pulled her back onto his lap
and gave her breasts a hard squeeze.  He felt her coming to herself again.
She turned around and went to kiss his lips.  He shied away and said, "I
told you.  You couldn't stay quiet.  Now, go find yourself a man who'll
ride you."

   He gave her ass a smack and she jumped up.  The other women put their
arms around her.

   "He didn't even take it out of his pants?" He heard someone say.

   This would be the last time he could act that way.  He was going home
after all.

   End...  To be Continued...

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