Date: Sat, 7 Aug 1999 23:40:42 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era

Disclaimer:

	Well, if you liked Chronicles Of Whiteshadow Isle: First Era, than
you must be happy to see that I'm working on the sequel. Okay, before you
get too confused by some of names and events that are mentioned, I should
tell you that, after finishing the erotic version of COWI, I edited it to
be more acceptable to a general audience. In doing this, I changed names,
added events and more content, and made it a lot cleaner. "Chronicles of
Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era" will follow that "PG" version of the first
one a lot closer than it will the erotic version. I didn't post the "PG"
version of COWI on Nifty, because I'm trying to get it published, but if
you want, I can e-mail you the manuscript and you could read it.

To tell you the truth, even if you didn't read the first book, erotic or
PG, you'll probably still be able to follow this one. I haven't ironed out
all the details yet, but it'll probably end up containing sexual stuff
between teenagers, men, men and teenagers, and maybe even boys, men and
boys, and teenagers and boys.

This is a work of fiction. If any of you know of a real place like
Whiteshadow Isle, please send all information about it to the e-mail
address below. I'm applying for citizenship ASAP!!!

Enjoy, and may the glory of Whiteshadow Isle smile down upon you!

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  Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era

Chapter 1: Return to the Isle

     It was a beautiful sunny day during the tail end of summer, as Prince
Shawn, one heir to the Whiteshadow Isle throne, lay outside on a patio
recliner, in the main courtyard, and relaxed. He was naked except for a
plain white towel that covered him loosely below the waist. He thought
little of this, because the men and boys of Whiteshadow Isle, both peasant
and royalty, were prone to walking around with little or no clothes
on. Shawn's black hair hung in his eyes, but he could still make out the
silhouette of someone standing over him. Slowly moving into a sitting
position, the long-haired Prince reached up and moved the ebony strands
from his face. He felt an embarrassed rush come over him when he saw that
it was his sister, Rebecca, gazing down at his reposing form. Quickly, he
reached down and made sure that the towel was securely covering him. Seeing
it was still in position, Shawn turned his attention up to his sibling, who
was looking quite perturbed.

     "Shawn, do you know where that worthless wretch of a husband of yours
is?" She asked with akimbo arms.

     Shawn yawned and shrugged his shoulders, "He took off after breakfast,
but didn't say where he was headed. Why? What did he do now?"

     Rebecca sighed in frustration, "He promised to watch Carter today,
while I helped mother to catalogue her scrolls. The last time I took Carter
into the temple with me, he spilled grape juice all over the scroll with
the historical analysis of warfare on it."

     Shawn stood up, tying the towel around his waist. Smiling up at his
sister, he said, "You go help mom; I'll watch Carter."

     Rebecca smiled and, leaning forward, kissed Shawn on the cheek and
said, "Thank you, Shawn; you're very sweet. I know you're tired from all
the studying you've been doing lately, so I promise I'll make this up to
you. It'll only be for a few hours, I promise!"

     Shawn nodded and said, "It's no trouble, Becky. Meanwhile, I'm going
to have to talk to Bryan about responsibility again. It's not right that he
doesn't help more."

     "He can't help it, I guess." Becky shrugged, "It's not like he wanted
to have a kid."

     Shawn shook his head, "Now, don't you say that! I'm sure Bryan loves
Carter very much, Becky. Whether or not he wanted a child, he has one and
has to learn to deal with it. Now, off with you!"

     Rebecca nodded and jogged back toward the palace. Shawn watched her
go, then turned his mind to the current matter. He yawned again, drained
from the nights of studying kingdom literature, in preparation for his and
Bryan's royal examination next week.

     In Whiteshadow Isle, the two heirs to the throne had to undergo a test
every year from their eighteenth birthday until they took the crown, to see
if they possessed the qualities to hold that amount of power. The
examination's only purpose was to ensure that the two heirs were keeping up
with their royal training and studies. If one failed, he would still be an
heir to the throne, but it would suggest that he hadn't paid attention to
his studies for that year. Two failures in a row, and, for that entire
year, the poor sod would be forced to spend eight hours a day studying in
the library, along with the standard four-hour daily royal training, up
until that year's examination. They would have to pass it that time around
or else spend the following year with the same grueling regiment.

     Shawn had, of course, passed every examination since his eighteenth
birthday with generally high marks. On the other hand, Bryan had failed his
eighteenth year exam, but had passed his nineteenth year one...barely;
narrowly avoiding what they labeled in the palace as "royal purgatory."
Bryan's twentieth year exam was next week, along with Shawn's twenty-first
year exam. Shawn was quite confident that he would pass, but he was very
worried about what his husband's results would be. Bryan spent very little
time studying and, although he wouldn't get royal purgatory if he didn't
pass, it was very bad if an heir failed more than once in the tenure
leading up to his rise to the throne. This failure to appropriately prepare
for the exam that tested his royal ability, coupled with Bryan's general
laid-back attitude toward his whole title and to his responsibilities
overall, was making many people around the palace begin to worry about how
Bryan would handle himself as King, once the current sovereigns were
gone. This included Bryan's own father, Brett. Lucas and Brett were in
their forties now and, despite their generally good health, it was time to
think about what would happen if one of them, or both, should die. Shawn
had heard rumours that, soon after Shawn's successful assembly meeting back
when he was only fifteen-years-old, the two kings were thinking of stepping
down from the throne and letting him and Bryan take over. However, the
rumour continued on to say that once they realized how immature and foolish
Bryan acted, they thought better of it.

     Besides his royal duties, Bryan also had responsibility to his son,
although he was frequently neglecting those too. Six years ago, through an
act of drunkenness and pity, Bryan had slept with Shawn's sister, Rebecca,
and made her pregnant. Of course, nobody expected Bryan to be an ideal
father to young Carter, but there were times when he was expected to do
certain things with the boy and he chose to pass the buck to someone else.
Carter was an adorable, if somewhat rambunctious, child and Shawn felt that
it was time that Bryan accepted the responsibility of fatherhood, whether
Carter's conception was an accident or not.

     The raven-haired Prince vowed, as he stood there, to make Bryan study
his lessons and pay more attention to his son, by any means necessary. He
loved Bryan too much to allow him to shirk his duties and take his
responsibilities, both as an heir and as a father, for granted. The one
thing that made Shawn's task easier, though, was that Bryan could no longer
get distracted with careless sexual escapades with Prince Michael.

     Michael had undergone "The Choosing" about a year ago and had chosen
Zachary, the son of a shipwright. Zac and Mike spent a good deal of time
together and, despite his history with Bryan, Michael was beginning to
isolate himself from his former caretaker, in order to pursue a meaningful
relationship with his chosen.

     Bryan's sexual escapades with Shawn, though, were quite a different
story. The spark of their romance hadn't faded in the least, even after six
years, and despite Bryan's retarded development in matters of state and
outright neglect of his parental duties, Shawn still loved Bryan as much
now, as he did when they were children and he knew Bryan felt the same
way. It was this love that made Shawn want to help his half-brother become
a more responsible person.

     For the moment, though, Shawn had his own responsibilities to attend
to and so he made his way back into the palace. His home had undergone many
structural changes over the last few years, and paramount of these was the
building of several new bedrooms.  Michael and Zachary shared one, Anna had
another, Sarah took another, a fourth was built for Rebecca, and a fifth
was given to little Carter.

     Beside the bedrooms, Carter accumulated many toys and so a special
playroom was built to hold them. This playroom also doubled as a sitting
room and had several plush chairs, two couches and even a fireplace. So,
during the winter, Shawn frequently relaxed by the fire with a good
book. It was also common palace knowledge that, late at night when they
thought everybody was asleep, Michael and Zachary had sex in there. Shawn
vowed to catch them one day.

     The crown jewel of the palace renovations, however, was the redoing of
the Royal Assembly Chamber. The enormous room had a skylight put in, murals
painted all over the walls, and the huge crest of Whiteshadow Isle was
totally resewn and rehung, making it look even more majestic. A new
fountain was put in on the other side of the main podium and an orchestra
stand was constructed off in the corner. It and the palace temple were the
only rooms in which Carter was forbidden to play.

     Shawn entered through the main gates and nodded in his head in
acknowledgment as the guards descended to one knee in respect for the
Prince. Shawn continued through the main hallway, newly decorated with
paintings and statues. These elaborate pieces were to commemorate the
hundred years of strife between the genders and the subsequent end of said
strife, once the truth was announced by a young teenage Prince. A Prince
who, until that time, never even believed in royal tradition. The young
royal could never stop himself from smiling with pride whenever he walked
down this hallway, as he gazed at the artwork that depicted him as some
sort of saint.

     At the very end of the hallway, Shawn turned right and padded up the
stairs, moving slowly to avoid losing his terrycloth covering, then walked
down the hall until he arrived at the door to Carter's room. Pushing it
gently open, he stepped inside.

      Carter sat on the floor, playing in a pile of toys. Lying on the
floor beside him, sound asleep, was Spot. The leopard and the young boy had
been very close ever since Carter was born and Spot had grown quite
protective of him. However, the familiar smell of Shawn did not even cause
the large cat to react and she remained asleep as he walked into the
bedroom. Carter looked up as Shawn approached him and he smiled and
announced, "Hey, Uncle Shawn, look what happened!"

     Shawn looked down and saw Carter was holding a tiny white object in
his hand.  "What's that, squire?" he asked.

     "I lost a tooth!" the child proudly proclaimed, smiling to show the
gap in his mouth where his right lateral incisor used to be. He reached his
little hand up, inviting Shawn to look.

     Shawn examined the slightly bloody tooth in his nephew's hand and
laughed, "Yeah, you sure did! Make sure to put it under your pillow tonight
and the tooth fairy will leave you a few silvers."

     Carter's smile grew.  He jammed the tooth into his shorts pocket, then
looked up again and, staring at the towel, asked, "What happened to your
clothes, Uncle Shawn?"

     Shawn laughed and blushed slightly, "I was outside tanning when your
mommy told me to come play with you."

     "Mommy said daddy was gonna play with me, though!" Carter exclaimed.

     Shawn sighed, "Daddy is busy, so Uncle Shawn is going to play with
you, okay?"

     "Is daddy jacking off again, Uncle Shawn?" Carter asked innocently.

     Shawn blinked, "Excuse me?"

     Carter shrugged, "Yesterday, I went to your room to play with daddy
and he was naked. I asked if he wanted to play and he said he was busy, so
I asked him why he was busy, so he said he was jacking off. What's 'jacking
off' mean?"

     Shawn ran his hand over his face and shook his head, "It's something
that you don't need to worry about for a few years, Carter. He was mean to
tell you that and I'm going to have to have a little talk with him."

     "What's it mean, though?" Carter persisted.

     Shawn shook his head, "I can't tell you. Ask mommy and if she wants
to, she'll tell you."

     "Okay, fine!" Carter said, sulking.

     Shawn shrugged, "Anyway, why don't you come to my room so I can get
dressed?  Afterwards, I'll take you to the lake, okay?"

     Carter stood up and exclaimed, "Cool!" then, turning toward the
leopard on the floor beside him, he called, "Come on, Spot! Come here,
girl!"

     The huge leopard slowly got to her feet and stretched, yawning, before
shaking and looking at Carter in intrigue.

     "Can Spot come to, Uncle Shawn? Huh, can she?" Carter begged.

     Shawn reached down and petted the leopard's head, stroking the fur
between her ears. The huge cat seemed to smile as she pushed her head up
against Shawn's hand and purred in contentment.  Shawn smiled, "I don't see
why not. We'll make a day of it."

     Carter giggled in happiness and, running over, hugged the leopard
tightly. Shawn and Carter continued to lavish affection upon the leopard,
who must have been feeling extremely serendipitous to have two people
showing it such affection. After a few minutes, Shawn lifted his hand from
Spot's head and, motioning with his arm toward the doorway, said, "Okay, we
should get going, squire."

     Carter nodded and, turning to Spot, beckoned her as Shawn left the
room. The three of them walked out from Carter's bedroom and headed down
the hallway toward Shawn and Bryan's chambers.

     Once inside, Shawn stepped over a large pile of his books and opened
the cluttered dresser containing his and Bryan's clothes. After sifting
through the slatternly drawers for several seconds, he pulled out a white
Bermuda-style swimsuit. With his back to Carter, he undid the towel and
tossed it onto his bed.

     From behind him, he heard, "Can I see your penis, Uncle Shawn?"

     Shawn snorted in laughter and said, "Come on, Car! I already told you
before that I'm not going to show you my penis, because it just wouldn't be
right!"

     "Aww, you're no fun, Uncle Shawn!" Carter whined, "Daddy shows me his
all the time!"

     Shawn's hands clenched into fists and he took a deep breath, then
quickly slipped on the bathing suit and turned around, "Okay, let's go."

     The three of them walked back into Carter's room and, after almost
tripping over a bucket of toy soldiers, Shawn limped over and opened up
Carter's dresser. He sifted through the mass of small clothes and pulled
out a small purple Speedo-type swimsuit for the young boy. Helping his
nephew undress and get on his swimsuit, Shawn remembered and took the tooth
out of Carter's shorts pocket, putting it in a dresser drawer, on top of a
pile of underwear. When Carter was all suited up, the three of them, again,
left the room.
     As they approached the stairs, Shawn stopped and turned back to regard
his nephew, "I hope you didn't tell mommy about that word that your daddy
told you, or that he shows you his penis."

     Carter shook his head, "Daddy told me not to tell mommy. He said that
she would kill him if I did."

     "So he isn't a total dummy..." Shawn thought to himself, as he, Carter
and Spot walked down the stairs.

     On their way down, a teenage serving wench passed them on the way
up. Shawn stopped her with his arm and probed, "Servant, do you know where
Bryan, Michael, Zachary, Anna and Sarah are?"

     The girl collapsed to one knee and said, "Prince Bryan went for a
horseback ride, saying he'd be back by lunchtime. Prince Michael and his
consort went for a bicycle ride and took a picnic lunch, saying they'd be
back by dinnertime. Lady Anastasia is off on a date with a young man from
town. Lady Sarah, I believe, is in the main temple helping Priestess
Rebecca and High Priestess Margaret. Is that answer satisfactory, Your
Highness?"

     Shawn smiled and nodded, "Quite. I'm taking Carter down to the lake
now, so if Bryan comes back before we do, tell him to go to the library and
study for at least two hours, or else he'll be sleeping in the playroom
tonight."

     The servant got back to her feet and nodded, "Yes, Prince Shawn."

     With that, Shawn took Carter's hand and led him down the stairs, back
through his favorite hallway, and off toward the main gate. He felt a poke
in his side as they approached the large wooden doors leading outside and
into the palace grounds. Shawn turned around to see Carter looking up at
him.

     "Yes?" Shawn asked, seeing the worried look on the face of his sister
and half- brother's son.

     "I...I was wondering...if we could...walk to the lake?" Carter
stuttered.

     Shawn nodded, although it would triple the time it took to get
there. Carter seemed to have developed a fear of horses for some reason,
which made travel a lot longer with him around. A new invention called a
'bicycle' had come about two years back, but nobody had taken the time to
learn how to ride one of those horseless carriages, except Michael and
Zachary.

     With a sigh, Shawn and Carter exited the palace, with Spot following
close behind, and made their way down the stone path, on the way to the
lake, a good forty-five minute walk away.

     Being near empty between breakfast and dinnertime was not unusual for
the palace these days. With the war between the men and women long over,
and the war in Cargenon happening over twelve-thousand kilometers away, the
residents of the palace weren't restricted to the grounds anymore. Anybody
who wanted to go out was allowed anywhere in the Whiteshadow Isle
boundaries without any safety worries. Shawn was concerned about Colonel
Lance, who was off in Cargenon fighting, but the Colonel had sent them a
message saying that everything was going just fine. He claimed that the
Cargenonons were very poor warriors and the only thing stopping Whiteshadow
Isle's outright defeat of them, was the size of the Cargenon army and the
land that had to be covered.

     Cargenon had declared war more than two years ago, when Whiteshadow
Isle had insisted that they conform to the gender equality. Cargenon
responded that women were subhuman butchers who didn't deserve
equality. King Luke had responded by making a motion for Whiteshadow Isle
to declare war on Cargenon. Brett had seconded the motion and so war was
declared. Unfortunately, the rest of the world chose to stay out of it, so
Whiteshadow Isle was alone in its efforts. However, despite the need for a
large army again, no funds were allocated away from Bryan's precious
Vagrant Fund. Whiteshadow Isle was, for the past few years, quite a calm
place to live.

     But that was all about to change....


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Chapter 2: Race Amoung the Ruins

     The sun was high in the heavens, suggesting that the time was around
noon, as Prince Michael and his chosen, Zachary, sat on the grass, under
the shade of a large oak, and ate lunch.

     Michael chewed on his tuna sandwich as he gazed off down the dirt
path, spotting the faint image of a ruined cottage. With his free hand, he
swept a tiny stream of perspiration off the bridge of his nose. The heat of
the day seemed to have gone up to well into the thirties, in the shade,
and, despite his simple garb of thin aqua-coloured shorts and white
sandals, the blond-haired Prince was feeling quite uncomfortable. His bare
chest was speckled in droplets of sweat, causing his skin to itch. Strands
of hair from his pageboy locks hung in his face, stuck together with
perspiration that dripped from there onto his nose. It seemed that by
stopping to take a break, he was feeling worse than when he was back on the
trail, pedalling like mad to keep up with Zachary's bike. Gazing over, he
saw that his consort was feeling no better.

     Zachary's pale complexion was even more flushed as he sat there,
concentrating on remaining conscious. His long brown hair, slick with
sweat, was tied back in a ponytail that was quickly becoming undone. Sweat
from his face collected in the little trough underneath his nose and caused
his upper lip to shine. Every few seconds, he licked his lips, trying to
moisten them, but the saliva quickly evaporated. His breath left his nose
in pants, causing his nostrils to repeatedly flare. Reaching down, he took
a nibble from his sandwich, timing it so it wouldn't fill his mouth when he
needed to take a breath. His grey jogging shorts were quickly turning dark
with sweat from his legs as well as the streams that coursed down his bare
chest.

     "Maybe we should go back before we pass out." Michael suggested,
brushing a fly from his cheek.

     Zachary looked up and gazed at his friend, as he heard his voice.
Their gazes met and a smile slowly passed over Zachary dry, cracked lips,
"Don't tell me you're actually tired!" He mocked, though the weak tone of
his voice betrayed his own fatigue.

     There were times when Michael found Zachary's typical pubescent
bravado to be cute, but not now. He shook his head and said, trying to be
the voice of reason, "Come on, Zac! If we stay out here much longer, we'll
either burn, faint, or go delirious!"

     Zachary crossed his arms across his chest and said, "You promised we
could see the ruins and I'm not going home until we see them!"

     Michael sat and bit his lower lip in thought, before nodding quickly
and getting to his feet, "Fine!" he declared, "We'll go see the ruins for a
few minutes, but then can we please go home?"

     Zachary collected everything into a leather satchel and slung it on
his back, "But what will we do at the palace? It's so boring there!"

     Michael smiled, "Oh, you'll soon find a great deal to do there. We
could play in the gym, we could read in the library, we could...you
know..."

     "Fuck?" Zachary asked, smiling.

     Michael blushed and nodded, "Yeah, but this is after we head back to
the palace. If you want, we could head back now..."

     "Uh uh!" Zachary laughed, "You're not going to trick me that easy!
First we see the ruins, then we head back."

     "Fine." Michael grumbled, as he trudged back up the path and slung his
leg over the bicycle.

     Zachary soon followed, and they pedalled off down the dirt path,
toward the ruined cottage. Sweat dripped down their faces and bodies as
they approached the end of the path. Michael regretted even telling his
friend about the old abandoned town. Then again, he never thought that it
would be so hot, so close to the end of summer. He really wanted the summer
to end, and not just because his sixteenth birthday was this fall. He much
preferred the cool temperatures of the autumn, just before the fall of the
first snow.  Zachary, on the other hand, seemed to prefer the heat and
Michael was having a hard time spending so much time with him outdoors in
this weather.

     If Michael really felt like it, he could force Zachary to stay in the
palace with him and do less strenuous stuff. Since Zachary was only
thirteen, Michael had legal control over him and, according royal law, he
could tell Zachary to do whatever he wanted.  Zachary would have to do it,
or else he would be severely punished or even executed.  Michael had let
this rule slide for the near-year that he knew Zachary, though. They were
only about three years apart in age and Michael didn't much like authority
over himself, so he really didn't want to impose it over someone
else. Besides that, he really didn't feel like ordering Zachary's
execution. What Michael didn't have much control over, though, was the fact
that he was expected to teach his Chosen about how to act like
royalty. Granted, the two of them would probably never take the throne,
since they had Shawn and Bryan in front of them. This was followed by
Carter and whomever he chose, and, should Shawn ever have a son, his son
and whomever his son chose would be in front of them too.  However, it was
still expected that they conformed to a certain royal standard, and Michael
hoped Zachary would soon understand that his new situation meant more than
just living in a huge castle.

     Despite their occasional disagreements, though, Michael had
immediately fallen in love with him ever since he saw him at "The
Choosing," and he spent a good portion of the past year trying to get
closer to Zachary emotionally. Michael had figured out, soon after his
fourteenth birthday, that he was gay, but Zachary didn't appear sure about
what orientation he was. Michael had never before talked about whether
Zachary felt actual love for him or not, because he feared ruining the
relationship he had with his friend, when they already slept together every
night, both literally and colloquially. However, his less direct methods of
'testing the waters', such as attempts to actually snuggle before or after
sex, or inquiries about whether Zachary wanted to watch the sun rise or set
with him, had proven inconclusive. Sometimes Zachary would do it, although
not show much emotion in the process, and other times he would just give
Michael a strange look and call him a weirdo.  Michael wished he had to
nerve to just say those three words to Zachary, as he had to his dearly
departed Carter so many years ago, but he would always lose the nerve
before he could go through with it.

     Although nobody except the evening door guards and a few servants knew
it, Michael would sometimes sneak out at night and bicycle up to the hill
where Carter was buried. He would sit crying by the stone for hours,
hugging and kissing it and talking to it as if Carter were still
there. Sobbing, he would say how much he missed Carter and how he'd never
forget him. He'd even say how Zachary could never replace him. Sobbing,
he'd talk about how sorry he was for deserting him and how he wished he
would have stayed, even if it meant that they'd both be dead now. Michael
would then go into the satchel that he'd always bring with him, and take
out a raggedy old stuffed bear. Shawn had given Carter the bear and Carter
had named it Snowflake. Ever since Carter had been killed, Michael had
slept with it every night and he'd always bring it with him to Carter's
grave.  He'd put the bear against the stone and say how much Snowflake
missed him too, then he'd lie beside the gravesite and hug the bear as he
cried and cried. Afterwards, he'd kiss the stone goodbye, take Snowflake
and put him back in his bag, and slowly bike back to the palace, where he'd
crawl back into bed and go back to sleep.

     The path soon ended, and the two teenagers biked through the broken
gate and into the old town. It used to be called Mostaf, but, because of
its isolated position away from any other town and its small militia force,
it was easy raiding territory for the female armies during the old
war. Constant pillages had left it broke, and several fires had destroyed
many of the buildings. It had long been abandoned, so was now a veritable
ghost town.  Due to all the dangerous materials that may have been left
behind, Lucas and Brett had forbidden Michael and Zachary from coming here,
but, as is a child's wont, they had come anyway.

     Leaving their bicycles by the broken-down, rusted gate, they slowly
trudged up the broken brick path and into the town. The houses were covered
in scorch marks and some were missing their roof. Many bricks from the road
were gone, so gaping holes were left open to allow dust from the ground to
swirl around the streets. The whole town was so silent that Michael and
Zachary could hear their own heartbeat. Their intrigued eyes gazed around
at the town, and they forgot the intense heat.

     "Hey, let's go check out the moneylenders over there!" Zachary
exclaimed, smiling.

      Michael giggled in excitement and him and Zachary ran off down the
road, careful to avoid the holes. The moneylender's place was at the very
end of the street and was in quite good shape, considering the rest of the
town. The roof and walls still seemed intact and the door was not hanging
on its hinges or missing, like most of the other places. In fact, as
Zachary reached out and pulled on the handle, he found that the door seemed
to be locked. Turning to Michael in confusion, he said, "This is weird."

     Michael nodded and, his voice shaking, responded, "W..why don't w...we
get out of here. This...this place is starting to creep me out."

     Zachary slowly backed away from the door and nodded, for once in
agreement with Michael, "Y...yeah. I h...heard voices from behind the
door."

     Both boys turned and began walking quickly away from the door, heading
back toward their bicycles. Suddenly, they heard the door click and, with a
squeak, open up.

     "Hey, you!" someone called after them.

     Both boys changed to a run and took off faster.

     "Come back!"

     Zachary ventured a quick gaze behind him, but that was all it
took. His foot snagged in one of the holes and he went flying through the
air, landing a few feet away, right on his knees, after which he collapsed
onto his back, seething in pain.

     Michael quickly skidded to a stop and ran back toward his fallen
comrade. A large man ran up beside them and knelt down beside the fallen
Zachary.

     "Please don't hurt him!" Michael implored.

     The man looked up and smirked, "I'm not going to hurt him. I'm going
to help him."

     With that, he tore a length of cloth from his black tunic and
scrunched it into a ball.  He pressed the ball against Zachary's right
knee, then the left, absorbing the blood that flowed out from the torn
skin.

     Michael watched him as he attended to his friend's wounds. There was
something very familiar about the man. He had short black hair, dark brown
eyes and half his face was hidden behind a thick beard and mustache. He was
quite a large-built man and, as he stood to tear off another strip of
cloth, Michael could see that he was well over six feet tall.

     He took one of Zachary's knees in his hand and said, "Tell me if what
I'm doing hurts, okay?"

     Zachary sniffled, tears flowing down his face from the pain of his
fall, and nodded.  The man slowly bent each of Zachary's knees, but Zac's
pain did not seem to increase.

     "That's good." The man said, turning to Michael, "Your friend's legs
are not broken; they are just badly scraped."

     Michael nodded, "Thank you for your help...ummm...what was your name?"

     The man smirked again and Michael gathered that it was his way of
smiling.  Shaking his head, the man replied, "My name is not
important. However, judging by the rings on the fingers of both of you, I
gather that you two are Princes, no?"

     Michael stared down at the royal insignia ring on his finger, before
looking back up in time to see the man get to his feet, "I'm going back
into that shack over there," he indicated the moneylenders, "because I
think I have a bottle of whiskey with which I can use to cleanse your
friend's wounds. Wouldn't want infection to set in!"

     The large man slowly trudged back up the street, toward the
moneylender. Michael turned back toward his friend, "Are you all right,
Zachary?" He asked, concerned.

     Zac groaned and said, "I've been better, but I'll be fine, thanks to
that guy."

     Michael nodded and turned back to watch the man continue walking up
the road.  Suddenly, a large wave of fear passed over him as he finally put
a name to the man's gruff countenance. His face flushed of all colour and,
turning frantically to Zachary, he asked, "Can you walk?"

     Zachary put both his feet on the ground and said, "I...I think so."

     Michael reached over quickly and grabbed Zachary's hand, "Well, then
get up and run, because we're getting out of here now!"

     "But, Mike..." Zachary began to protest.

     "Now!" Michael repeated and pulled Zachary to his feet. Running off
toward their bicycles, Michael towed Zachary behind him as he took off as
quickly as he could.

     When they reached their bikes, Michael got on his and yelled, "Hurry
up, fuck!"

     Zachary, seeing the urgency in his friend's face, painfully swung his
throbbing knee over the bicycle and pushed off.

     From back in the town, they heard, "Hey! Where do you think you guys
are going?"

     "Go, dammit! Go!" Mike yelled frantically behind him as he pedalled
like a demon back down the dirt path toward the palace. Zachary, despite
his pain, did his best to keep up. They dared not look behind them,
although they could hear quiet footsteps getting louder and louder.

     Focussing on nothing but the path ahead, Michael took off so fast that
he could hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding
heartbeat. Intermittently, he yelled, "Hurry up! Come on!" behind him, as
added incentive for his friend.

     After thirty minutes of straight biking, Mike felt a surge of pleasure
as he saw the palace up ahead. Risking it all, he slowed down and gazed
behind him. Zachary's form looked awful, as he was keeled over his
handlebars, out of breath and the abrasions on his knees gushing blood
anew. There was no sign of the man, though.

     "Just a little more!" He yelled back, and began pedalling quickly
again.

     Halfway up the stone path leading to the castle gates, Michael slowed
down and hopped off his bicycle. Bending over at the waist, he stood there
and attempted to catch his breath. He heard the trudging footsteps and saw,
out of the corner of his eye, Zachary walk up beside him and do the same,
after tossing the ruined satchel, containing their half-eaten lunch, on the
ground by his feet As Michael straightened back up, he saw a guard run up
to him.

     "Your Highness!" the guardsman exclaimed, "I thought you and Zachary
weren't returning until suppertime!"

     Michael took a deep breath and replied breathlessly,
"...*pant*...Where...*pant*...Where's
Shawn...*pant*...Must...*pant*...Bryan...*pant*...Where's....*pant*...*huff*...Where's
Shawn and Bryan?"

     The guard put his hand on Michaels shoulder and said, "Are you okay,
sire? What is wrong?"

     Michael shrugged it off and, finally catching his breath, said, "I'm
not okay, but Zachary needs a doctor for his knees! Where's Shawn and
Bryan?"

     "Prince Shawn is with Prince Carter at the lake and Prince Bryan is in
the library, studying." The guardsman replied, "Should I fetch them?"

     Michael growled in frustration and said, "Just get a doctor for
Zachary!" then ran off into the palace.

     Heading down a hallway, running at top speed, he soon reached a fork,
turned left and ran all the way down the hall until he reached the wooden
double doors of the palace study.

     Pushing them open, he saw Bryan seated at a table inside, leaning over
a huge book with a look on his face not unlike that of someone trying to
read something in a foreign language.

     Running into the room, Michael yelled, "Bryan! Bryan!"

     Bryan looked up from his studies with a smile on his face, "Hey,
sport!" He exclaimed, "Great to see you! What's up?"

     Michael walked over and stood next to Bryan. He stared at Bryan's
smiling face for a few seconds, before falling to his knees and starting to
sob. Bryan stood up quickly and kneeled down next to Michael.

     "What's wrong, sweetheart? What happened?"

     "I saw...I saw..." Michael sobbed.

     Bryan reached out and grabbed Michael, hugging him into his
arms. Bryan hated seeing the boy crying, and rocked back on forth on his
knees, shushing the teenager, "Calm down, sweetie...Now, who did you see?"

     Michael slowly detached himself from Bryan's grip and told him who he
saw.  When Bryan heard, his face filled with anger and he got his feet.

     "Guardsman!" He bellowed.

     After a few seconds, a guard quickly ran into the room and collapsed
to one knee, "Yes, Your Majesty?"

     "Get Shawn and my son back from the lake immediately and tell my
father and King Lucas that Shawn and I will meet them in the throne room as
soon as possible. I also want you to assemble a group of ten guardsmen on
horseback and I want my own horse readied once again." Bryan ordered.

     The guardsman nodded and barked, "Yes, Your Highness!" before getting
up and leaving the room in a jog.

     He knelt back down next to Michael, who was still crying, and put his
hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, honey..." Bryan reassured, "They'll be
no mercy for the bastard this time!"


++++++++++++++++++++

Chapter 3: All Play and No Work

	Shawn had never expected the heat of the day to increase so
astronomically by the afternoon. Although he stood waist-deep in the
freezing, glacier-fed waters of the lake, droplets of sweat still cascaded
down his body, causing streaks on his smooth, tanned face and matting the
hair on his chest and belly. As his juvenile nephew began dog-paddling
farther out into the lake, Shawn waded out of the waters and climbed up
onto the dock, wanting to be at a better vantage point to view young
Carter.

	The sun beat down on Shawn and dried the moisture from him
quickly. He could even feel a slight breeze that, while hot, contrasted
against the cold water on him, to raise tiny chill bumps across his
muscular, lightly hair-covered arms and legs. Gazing over the water at his
young charge, he smiled as he saw him playfully frolicking out near the
middle of the lake.

	"Come closer to the shore, Carter!" Shawn called out toward his
nephew.

	Shawn was so impressed with his nephew. Under the tutelage of High
Priestess Margaret, Carter's grandmother, he was excelling in his history
and royal affairs classes at the level of an eight-year-old.

	As he swam back toward the shore, Carter's dark brown hair hung in
his dark brown eyes. His naturally red lips were parted as he struggled to
take in air. He looked more like his mother than like Bryan, but he did
have his father's large nose and hair colour. He also seemed to have
Bryan's bluntly honest demeanour. Shawn found his nephew to be an adorable
child and doing stuff with him always made Shawn begin to wonder about
whether he wanted to have children or not.

	Carter's conception was purely an accident, but it was a breach of
one of the highest royal laws and something that, if it had been done on
purpose, might have gotten Bryan's claim to the throne revoked; although
Shawn would never have allowed that to happen. As it currently was, Carter
was next in line for the throne after Shawn and Bryan. This put the kingdom
in a very precarious position, because Carter wasn't of royal blood and the
country's minor nobles might get rebellious if they had a `peasant' for a
king. As a result, Shawn's father, as well as Brett, had suggested that
Shawn give serious consideration to having children within the next little
while. Of course, the kings were, for the past little while, attempting to
not put too much pressure on Shawn, since he was excelling so much in his
duties as an heir. Thus, this `serious consideration' thing was basically
their way of telling Shawn that if he didn't have a son soon, he might lead
the country into open revolt.

	Of course, it wasn't so easy to just decide to have children; at
least, not if you wanted to do it the traditional way. Shawn would have to
find a woman who, he felt, possessed a good amount of qualities that would
be beneficial to a child. Then again, Shawn hated the idea of having to go
up to a woman and forcing her to have his child. Bryan had it easy, he just
did it with his half-sister and Shawn didn't like the idea of doing that
same thing to Anastasia or Sarah.

	Shawn already knew which woman he felt would be the best mother of
his children. He'd known it ever since he first began thinking about having
kids. With things the way they were, he would probably have to approach her
on the subject before long, so, now that he finally had a few moments to
himself, he began thinking about exactly what it was he was going to say to
her. His thoughts were cut short before they got anywhere, though, as he
heard the sound of horse hooves.

	Turning his head quickly, he spotted the guard riding down the path
at top speed. Judging by the look of determination on his face, Shawn could
tell that he was coming to tell about an emergency, or at least the guard
seemed to think so. As such, Shawn collected the two towels up from the
dock and turned to regard the armoured knight as he approached.

	Slowly the horse down to a simple trot, the guard dismounted even
before the horse's movement had fully ceased. Taking two steps toward
Shawn, he fell to one knee and said, "Your Majesty, I apologize for this
interruption, however Prince Bryan commands you back at the palace
immediately."

	Shawn smirked, "Prince Bryan commands me? Since when?"

	"Sire," the guard responded, "the prince's exact words were `get
Shawn and my son back from the lake immediately.'"

	At this, Shawn's smirk faded and he said worriedly, "Why? What has
happened?"

	"I know not, Your Majesty," the guard replied, "but Prince Michael
and Squire Zachary have returned from their bicycle ride and the prince
looked most distressed."

	Shawn nodded, then turned to regard Carter. There was no way he
could him onto the horse and this was no time to handle his phobia. Turning
back toward the guard, he said, "Stay here with Prince Carter. He won't
ride on a horse, so I will take your horse back to the palace and send a
carriage back for you and him."

	The guard nodded, "As you wish, Prince Shawn."

	With that, Shawn ran over and mounted the guard's horse. Spurring
it into action with his bare heels, he quickly forced it into a gallop and
headed quickly back to the palace.

	Upon arriving back, he quickly informed the guards about Carter and
the knight still at the lake and they told Shawn that they would send back
a carriage immediately. From there, he quickly jogged down the hallway and
into the throne room.

	Inside, he saw his father and Brett sitting in their thrones, with
grave expressions on their faces. Beside them, were Bryan, Michael and
Zachary.

	"Shawn," Lucas said, regarding his son, his brow furrowed with
worry, "we have a potential problem."

	Shawn walked closer to the thrones and, shifting his eyes around
all the parties present, said, "Yes? What is going on?"

	Bryan walked over to stand beside Michael and put his hand on his
shoulder.

	"Shawnie," Bryan said, looking at his husband with anger displayed
in his light brown eyes, "on their bicycle ride today, Michael and Zachary
saw Colonel Garrett."

	"What?!" Shawn exclaimed, "But I thought we banished him from
Whiteshadow Isle forever!"

	"We did." Lucas responded, "It appears, though, that he's returned,
and we don't know why."

	Turning to Michael, Shawn asked, "Where did you see him at?"

	Michael looked around and, looking at Zachary, he said,
"We...kinda...went to the Mostaf ruins and saw there."

	Brett quickly turned, "But we ordered you two not to go there! It's
extremely dangerous there, with all the broken materials and weak
structures! You two must be punished for your disobedience..." Brett turned
back toward Shawn and added, "but later."

	Lucas sat back in his throne and appeared to be thinking. Shawn
began pacing, also appearing deep in thought.

	"Well, what are we waiting for?" Bryan exclaimed, "I've assembled
some guards! Let's go get the bastard!"

	Shawn stopped and turned to face him, "Not before thinking this
through, Bryan! We don't know what he's doing here or how long he's been
hiding out there. Mostaf was an isolated town...He could have been there
for months, even years, and we wouldn't have known. He could even have a
whole army of soldiers at his command!"

	"Or he could be an old hermit living in exile in some abandoned
town where he thought nobody would find him! We showed him mercy before by
just banishing him, even though it was his fault that Carter got
killed. This time, I say we slaughter the bastard!" Bryan responded.



	"Bryan! Enough!" Brett commanded, getting to his feet, "You had no
right to assemble any guards, nor do you have any right to take any part in
this! Why don't you worry about studying for the test that you have next
week and leave this matter to us? When you display a noticeable amount of
improvement in your royal studies, then you can have a say in kingdom
affairs!"

	Bryan turned to Shawn, desperately looking for approval. Shawn
smiled at his husband, but shook his head, "I know you want to help,
sweetie, but we'll take care of it. Your father's right, you should go
study."

	Bryan stepped away from Michael and stormed across the room and out
the door, slamming it behind him.

	"I'm sorry for doing that, Shawn, but he really has to start taking
his title seriously." Brett apologized.

	Shawn shook his head, "No, you were right, Brett. He has to learn
to take his duties seriously."

	"Zachary and I should probably go too, if you don't need us
anymore." Michael piped in from the other end of the room.

	Lucas nodded, "Yes, you two may go to your room. You will stay
there for the next four days, in punishment for disobeying us."

	"Awww...." Michael whined, but slowly walked from the room, with
Zachary following close behind.

	With only the three of them left in the room, Shawn turned to his
father and said, "So, what do you propose?"

	Lucas stood up and said, "You will take the ten guardsmen that
Bryan has prepared - since there is no point wasting them - and go down to
Mostaf, being ever vigilant. Once there, you will locate Blade Garrett and
place him under arrest. Use whatever means necessary, but bring him before
us alive."

	"Yet what if he has a whole army?" Shawn probed.

	Brett arose, "If you see any indication that Garrett has any sort
of large force with him, then get back here as quickly as possible and let
us know. We will prepare our own army, just in case."

	Shawn nodded in acknowledgment and, turning around, headed toward
the door.

	"Oh, Shawn..."

	Shawn turned around, "Yes, father?"

	Lucas smiled, "You may want to get dressed before you go."

	Shawn smiled as he realized that he was still only wearing his
bathing suit. He nodded again, and left the throne room, heading down the
hallway and up the stairs toward his room.

	Upon pushing open the door, he saw Bryan lying on the bed, reading
a book. Bryan's long brown hair hung in his face, but Shawn could still see
the deep blush that filled his countenance with the crimson hue of
embarrassment and anger. Bryan briefly gazed up when Shawn entered, but
didn't acknowledge him with any sort of vocal expression. Shawn could not
help but feel guilty for not defending him back in the throne room, but he
did have to admit that Brett was right in his sentiments. Bryan constantly
neglected his studies and, yet, still liked to give orders and make
decrees.

	Shawn walked over to the dresser and slowly opened the drawer. From
the angle that he was standing at, he could see Bryan's eyes as they stared
at the pages of the book. Shawn could see that he wasn't reading, but was
instead just holding the book in front of his face, so he didn't have to
look at Shawn. Similarly, Shawn wasn't actively looking for any clothes as
he sifted through the dresser, but was instead just using it as an excuse
not to stare at Bryan.

	Finally, after almost a minute of sifting through clothes, Shawn
turned around and exclaimed, "You know, your father's right, Bryan! You
really shouldn't be acting like a member of royalty if you're not going to
study!"

	Bryan sniffled and, tossing down the book, put his hands on his
face and began crying.

	"Awww, come on..." Shawn sighed. Walking over to the bed, he sat
beside his half-brother and wrapped his arm around him, hugging him against
his side.

	Bryan put his head on Shawn's shoulder and cried harder. "Come on,
bro!" Shawn pleaded, "You're too old for this shit! Come on, now! Stop
crying!"

	"I just wish I were as smart as you!" Bryan sobbed.

	"You're very smart, angel!" Shawn encouraged, "Your problem is that
you just don't try!"

	Bryan separated from Shawn, "But I do! I do try! It just
doesn't...doesn't sink in! I don't want to be the heir anymore! I want to
be normal!"

	Shawn reached over and took one of Bryan's hands into his
own. Gazing at the red-rimmed eyes of his husband, he smiled and cooed,
"Oh, my sweet baby, you are normal. How about this: Every day, for at least
two hours, we'll go into the library and I'll tutor you, okay? Would that
make my angeldove feel better?"

	Bryan sniffled and smiled back at Shawn. "I g...guess so." he
hiccuped.

	"Good." Shawn replied, and, leaning forward, kissed Bryan's lips
tenderly.

	Upon separating, Bryan looked at his husband, his smooth, tanned
face streaked with dry tears, and whimpered, "Sh...Shawnie?"

	"Yeah?" Shawn answered, squeezing Bryan's hand lovingly.

	"Can I come with you to arrest Garrett?"

	Shawn shook his head, "No, sweetie. You heard your father. You have
to stay in your room and study."

	Bryan's hand shot forward and grabbed the impression of Shawn's
penis beneath his swimsuit. "I won't let you go without me, Shawnie!" Bryan
warned.

	Shawn released Bryan's other hand and tried to slap Bryan's hand
away from his manhood. "Bryan! I have to go!"

	"Like I said, you're not going without me!" Bryan replied. Swinging
his legs around behind him, Bryan leaned forward and began running his
tongue up and down Shawn's penis through his bathing suit.

	Shawn tried to push Bryan's head away, but Bryan's hands were
locked around his waist. "You have to study, Bryan!" Shawn said
steadfastly, although his resolve was leaving him as his dick was
hardening.

	"I said I'd study tomorrow, Shawnie! For now, I wanna be with my
love when we go capture Garrett!" Bryan said, as his hand snaked through
the leg-hole of Shawn's swimsuit.

	"Let me go!" Shawn begged, struggling as he tried to escape Bryan's
grip. However, what his husband lacked in academic resolve, he more than
made up for in physical strength.

	Bryan grasped Shawn's now-erect prick and pulled it down so it
partially stuck out of the leg-hole. Bryan looked up at Shawn and licked
his lips, "You think you're so smart! Well, let's see how you handle this
equation! What do my tongue and your hot cock equal?"

	With that, Bryan flicked his tongue over the circumcised head of
Shawn's manhood. Shawn tensed and sucked in a breath as the slimy piece of
flesh slid over the sensitive head of Shawn's dick.

	"I'm going...to kill you!" Shawn muttered, between gasps, as Bryan
continued to flick his tongue over the mushroom crown of Shawn's cock.

	Bryan pulled back and smiled at Shawn, "You think you're some
scholar, just because you read all those books? Well, to me, you're still
my horny little fuckpuppy who likes to get his cock licked. Don't you like
it, you horny boy?"

	Shawn responded with a deep groan.

	Bryan giggled and whispered, "If you like it, you have to say that
you're my horny little fuckpuppy!"

	Shawn smiled, his face flushed with arousal, and whispered, "I'm
your horny little fuckpuppy, all right? So, do me quick and then we gotta
go!"

	"You mean I can come?!" Bryan exclaimed.

	Shawn smiled down at him and licked his lips, "Not before me,
sweetie!"

	Bryan released Shawn and, grabbing the waistband of his swimsuit,
yanked it down and off him, tossing it on the floor. Getting to his knees,
Bryan unbuttoned his denim shorts and pulled them down. His own prick was
already standing fully erect and glowing red with horniness.

	"How about we do each other?" Bryan suggested, but without waiting
for an answer, he crawled over on top of Shawn and, grasping the shaft in
his fist, aimed it at his mouth and quickly sucked half of it into his
mouth, bobbing his head furiously up and down on it. He made loud slurping
noises as he coated it in a film of saliva, while jabbing his tongue all
around it as it continuously poked into his mouth.

	Shawn could see Bryan's glowing cock, standing a stiff
six-and-a-half inches in all it's circumcised glory, hanging stiffly in his
face, waving back and forth as Bryan continued to suck him. Taking the cue,
Shawn reached his hands up and grasped Bryan's firm ass cheeks tightly,
pulling them down toward him and sucking Bryan's hot prick into his
mouth. Trying to concentrate on Bryan was difficult, with Bryan sucking on
him from the other end, but he did as best he could.

	Both of their bodies shook with the increasing amounts of pleasure
that surged through their bodies like lightning bolts of ecstacy. Shawn
could feel the familiar tightness of his stomach muscles and the growing
itch in his cock, so he tried to suck Bryan's prick as quickly as he
could. Still, he knew that he would cum first and it would be really
intense. When it finally hit, it was powerful and without warning. Shawn's
face muscles clenched and he had to concentrate to avoid biting down on
Bryan's penis. Sucking in a long breath through his nose, he let it out in
continuous pants, as he rode through the waves of pleasure. Bryan continued
to suck on his dick as it spasmed in his mouth, expanding and shooting four
streams of his husband's tangy juices down his throat.

	It only lasted for seven seconds, but for those few seconds, Shawn
seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. When his orgasm finally
peaked, leaving him drained and content, Shawn was able to concentrate on
sucking Bryan's throbbing dick with renewed vigour. Bryan must have thought
Shawn had forgotten about it, because he let out a grunt of surprise,
dropping Shawn's now-limp cock from his mouth, as Shawn went back to work
on it.

	With his full concentration totally focused, he pulled Bryan's dick
from his mouth and shoved Bryan off him, breaking the 69 position. "Wha..."
Bryan began to protest, but Shawn placed his finger over Bryan's lips.

	"Shhh...I was your horny little fuckpuppy for a few minutes, but
now you're going to be mine!" Shawn growled, sporting a confident grin.

	Pushing Bryan onto his back, he reached forward and grasped the
shaft of Bryan's prick, still slick with saliva, in his fist. Bryan
gratefully spread his legs and submitted himself to Shawn's will. The stiff
cock stood erect in a mature bush of brown pubic hair, glittering with the
sweat of their exertion and emitting an odour that caused Shawn's head to
swim and his spent prick to begin to show signs of life again. The
circumcised mushroom head shone red in the sunlight streaming through the
window and the very tip sported a drop of transparent fluid. Shawn wiped
his finger over the tip, scooping up the tiny droplet. He extended his
finger in front in Bryan's lips and smiled, "See how good you taste,
angel!"

	Bryan closed his eyes, parted his lips and sucked Shawn's skinny
digit into his mouth, suckling on it like he had with Shawn's
dick. "Mmm..." he moaned softly.

	Shawn's other hand began to stroke Bryan's throbbing manhood with
renewed vigour. Bryan's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the feeling of
sucking on Shawn's finger, while his tanned husband pleasured his horny
cock. Shawn smiled and licked lips, then leaned closer to Bryan, gently
pulling his finger from Bryan's mouth. To make up for it, he stroked
Bryan's prick faster and harder.

	With his lips close to Bryan's ear, he gently nipped at the lobe
and growled, then pulled back a bit and whispered, "You wanna come get
Garrett with me, angel? Well, you have to do what I say, because you're my
slave, aren't you?"

	Bryan began gently thrusting his hips to meet Shawn's strokes, and
he nodded, "I'm your slave, Shawnie. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

	Shawn nodded and nipped at Bryan's earlobe again, before
whispering, "Yeah, you like it when I play with your cock, don't you?
You're my slave, because you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?"
	Bryan groaned and nodded again, beginning to pant, "I love it when
you stroke my horny cock, Shawnie! I'd do anything for it!"

	Shawn got back to a kneeling position and gazed down at his
lover. Bryan's face was flushed in arousal and his body thrust up against
Shawn's hand as Shawn squeezed and stroked Bryan's dick.

	Leaning down again, Shawn placed his mouth over just the head of
Bryan's cock and ran his hot, slimy tongue around the pulsing head and over
the drooling slit at the end, covered in sticky precum.

	Bryan's back arched and his breath hissed through clenched teeth,
as he groaned, "*gasp* Oh fuck, Shawnie! *gasp* I'm going to fucking fill
your mouth with my jizz! *pant* I'm going to blast my hot cum right down
your fucking throat!"

	Shawn pulled his hot mouth off of Bryan's dick and straightened
back up again. Gazing down at the desperately gasping Bryan, he giggled and
shook his head, growling, "I don't want your fuck juice down my throat! You
don't deserve it, because you've been a bad boy! You're a bad boy and I'm
going to punish you!"

	Bryan gasped, arching his back, "Punish me, baby! Do whatever you
want to me!"

	Shawn sat back on his haunches and grinned, as his hand flew up and
down Bryan's throbbing meat, "You wanna be punished, you bad boy you?!
Okay, you hot, sexy, bad, horny little fucker, I'm going to make you blast
your gooey jizz all over my face! Yeah, you horny little fuckpuppy, I'm
going to jerk your hot cock off until you can't stand it anymore and then
you're going to cum nice and hard and blast your sperm all over my face,
until it's dripping from my lips and hanging off my nose! Then, I want you
to lick every drop of it off my face! I want you slurp your hot, sticky cum
off of my face and, if you miss even one drop, I'm going to put you over my
knee and spank you!"

	Bryan continued to grunt and thrust his hips up against Shawn's
fist. Gazing up at Shawn through glazed eyes, he groaned, "Oh God, Shawnie!
I'm going to do it! I'm going to fucking jizz all over face! I'm going to
squirt my cum all over it, baby!"

	Shawn stroked Bryan's cock with one hand and began to gently
squeeze Bryan's balls with the other. Gazing up at his tensing husband, he
growled, "Do it, baby! I wanna see you cum, baby! I wanna see your body
shake and I wanna feel your dick throb! Cum for me, baby!"

	Bryan's body grew increasingly more tense and, with a quick intake
of breath, his back tensed and his hands grabbed the mattress underneath
him. He almost screamed, "Oh! Oh God! I'm fucking cumming, Shawnie! I'm
fucking...AAAARRRRGHHH!"

	Shawn continued to stroke Bryan's cock as he felt it throb and
tense in his fist. He was slightly surprised as the first shot of his
half-brother's cum squirt out and hit him below his right eye. Continuing
to stroke it, he was soon hit with another shot across his nose, another
across his lips and another one right above his chin. Each one was preceded
by a loud grunt from Bryan. When it was over, Shawn quickly sunk his mouth
over Bryan's dick and slurped up any cum that was left. Bryan tensed
repeatedly as his sibling teased the over sensitized organ.

	Pulling back up, Shawn hissed, "Now, lick my face clean, or I'll
beat you!"

	Bryan's eyes slowly opened and he smiled and got to a sitting
position. Leaning forward, he quickly extended his tongue and licked the
gooey, white trails from Shawn's face, his eyes closed. Shawn closed his
eyes too and moaned in pleasure, as he felt the hot tongue of his husband
tracing moist trails all over his face.

	"Whatcha doin'?"

	Shawn and Bryan's eyes popped open and they stared at each other
for several seconds, before slowly their heads. Standing in the open
doorway, still clad in a wet swimsuit, was Carter. The kindergardener's
eyes were open wide with intrigue, as he stared at his uncle and his
father, both bottomless and his uncle totally naked. His uncle appeared to
have some sort of white stuff hanging off his chin.

	Not quite sure what else to do, both of them separated. Bryan
quickly got back on his shorts and Shawn pulled a pair of jogging shorts
from the floor and put them on. With that done, both turned and Shawn wiped
his face with his arm.

	"Whatcha doin'?" the young boy repeated, "And what was that stuff
on Uncle Shawn's face?"

	"Well, we were..." Bryan began to say.

	Shawn, reverting back to his mature adult form, raised his hand up
in front of Bryan, a signal for him to keep quiet. "Well, sweetie...you
see...ummm...what we were doing was...uhhh...ummm..."

	Shawn walked back and, seeing no real way to get out of it, nodded
at Bryan, despite himself.

	"Well, son..." Bryan began, "You see, when two guys...or a girl and
a guy...or, on certain occasions, two girls, really love each other...They
do...stuff...because they...ummm"

	"Really love each other?" Shawn volunteered, smirking.

	"Yeah." Bryan responded.

	"But why were you licking Uncle Shawn's face? And what was that
stuff? And why was Uncle Shawn rubbing your pee pee?"

	Bryan turned to Shawn for help, but Shawn shrugged and said,
"Hey...He's your son!"

	Bryan sighed and, getting on his knees, down to Carter's level, he
looked his son straight in the eyes and said, "Carter, sweetie...How much
did you see?"

	Carter shrugged, "I dunno...I was walking to my room, and I saw
Uncle Shawn saying some nasty words to you and rubbing your pee pee, then I
saw you pee all over Uncle Shawn's face, but it wasn't pee, it was white
and then you started licking Uncle Shawn's face and...well...What were you
doing?"

	Bryan got back to his feet and shrugged at Shawn. Shawn, who was
sitting on the bed, stood up and shook his head at Bryan, "There is no way
out of it. You might as well tell him about...you know...the real deal,
before he goes and asks my sister."

	"Could you?" Bryan begged.

	Shawn crossed his arms across his chest and said, "Hey, you're the
kid's father, Bryan! Take some responsibility for your kid, for a change!"

	Bryan looked down at his son, Carter's brown eyes looking up at him
with interest.

	"Daddy," he asked, "what is the real deal?"

	Bryan bit his lower lip for a few seconds, then turned to Shawn,
"Shawnie, could you close and lock the door?"

	"Should have thought of that before..." Shawn said under his
breath, as he walked across the room and close and latched the door.

	Bryan put his hand on his son's head and led him over to the bed.

	As the two men and the boy sat on the mattress, Bryan looked down
at his son and said, "Okay, now Carter...I'm going to tell you about
something, but you have to swear on your right pinky finger that you won't
tell anybody, especially mommy."

	Carter nodded.

	Bryan looked over at Shawn and said, "Let me know if I miss
anything."

	Shawn smiled, "I will. Now, this I have to see..."

	Bryan shot Shawn an angry look, then, turning and looking down at
his son, said, "Okay, now Carter, listen carefully. Shawnie...I mean, Uncle
Shawn, me, Grandpa Brett, Grandpa Lucas, Cousin Michael and Cousin Zachary
...Well, we're all boys. There are also girls, like mommy, grandma, Auntie
Anastasia and Auntie Sarah."

	Looking over at Shawn, Bryan smiled. Shawn shook his head,
laughing, "It's a good start, bro. Now, hurry up, because we gotta go."

	Bryan nodded, "Okay, sure thing, Shawnie." and continued....


Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era

Chapter 4: A New Threat

	Following their unfortunate discovery by Carter, Bryan and Shawn
had done their best to explain to the youngster about what they were doing
and where he came from. Carter was more than a little intrigued by the
whole notion, especially because neither of the young men left out any
minute detail. Consequently, Carter left the room with more knowledge about
sex than most twelve-year-olds have.

	The sun was sinking below the emerald hills, casting a green tinge
to the ground at their feet, as the twelve men stood beside their horses,
in front of the rusted gate of Mostaf. Standing at the head of the crowd,
both wearing looks of determination, were Shawn and Bryan. Shawn had, once
again, put his own neck on the line, by allowing Bryan to come along
instead of studying. He was sure that when his father and Brett found out,
he'd get a stern talking to, but it was a small price to pay in order to
stand by his man.

	The air was still quite warm but it wasn't too muggy. Shawn
fingered the hilt of the sword that was sitting in the scabbard around his
waist. He licked his lips and gazed around at the dust-covered ruins. He
couldn't see any sign that this was an ambush, nor could he see any
evidence of a large army. Reaching beside him, he put his hand on Bryan's
chest and took a step forward, perking his ears up and listening carefully.

	"There's nobody around, Shawnie!" Bryan whispered loudly, "Let's
just go get him!"

	Shawn turned around and smiled at Bryan, "Okay, sweetie. Let's get
him." Turning back toward the guards, Shawn nodded and said, "Okay, men,
let's get your swords out and be ready for anything."

	The guards pulled their long-swords from their scabbards and nodded
in readiness. Shawn motioned with his finger at Bryan and Bryan smiled and
followed his husband as he walked slowly through the broken gates of the
town. The two princes were followed, a few steps behind, by the ten
knights. The armoured men kept a close watch on the two princes, tightly
clutching their swords as they followed the young men down the dusty path.

	Shawn and Bryan moved carefully, avoiding getting their feet caught
in the holes in the road. The air in the town was thick with dust, carried
around by the wind that began to blow as dusk approached. The flimsy
tank-tops that they'd donned before they left, fluttered about on their
bodies as the warm air rose up from the earth. The only sounds, that they
could hear, were the clanking of the armoured guards behind them and the
gritty hissing noise as dust was blown around on the ground. Their own
leather boots slid soundlessly along the road, as they made their way
cautiously through the abandoned borough. Bryan wasn't sure, but he thought
could hear the sound of someone breathing. However, when he turned to
Shawn, it seemed that his sibling had heard nothing.

	As they passed by the deserted magistrate's office, Bryan heard the
sound of heavy footsteps. Freezing in their tracks, he turned to Shawn and
saw, by his husband's alerted expression, that he had heard it too. They
quickly gazed around them, searching for the source of the noise. Shawn's
eyes trailed over to the open doorway of the abandoned toy store, the door
long since torn off its hinges, and saw that behind the counter, surrounded
by shadows, was a large figure.

	Bryan followed Shawn's gaze and, upon seeing the effigy in the toy
store, quickly drew his sword, appearing ready for battle. Shawn shook his
head and put his hand over Bryan's, indicating for him to stand fast.

	Clearing his throat, Shawn summoned up a voice of command and
called, "You there in the shadows! Show yourself, or we shall come in after
you!"

	In voice slightly more emotional and less forceful, but one that
Shawn and Bryan both recognized, the figure replied, "Well now!  There's a
voice that I haven't heard in many seasons!"

	As he said this, the figure advanced out onto the street. Looking
slightly older than they remembered him, and now sporting a long beard,
Bryan and Shawn soon came face to face, once again, with Blade
Garrett. Garrett was wearing a smirk as he gazed at the determined faces of
Shawn and Bryan.

	"My, how you two have grown!" Garrett commented.

	Seeing no threat, since Garrett was wearing a torn and soiled
tunic, with no weapon visible, and no backup sighted, Shawn relaxed
slightly. Bryan, however, clutched his sword tightly and, glaring at
Garrett, sneered, "What the hell are you doing here?"

	Garrett crossed his arms across his chest, "I'm here doing what
I've sworn an oath that I'd do for the rest of my life! I'm protecting
Whiteshadow Isle!"

	"Bullshit!" Bryan retorted.

	"Shut up!" Shawn snapped at Bryan, before turning back to gaze at
Garrett. From the indifferent look that Garrett always seemed to have on
his face, Shawn couldn't tell whether he was lying or not. He looked
sincere enough, though, and even seemed to be glad to see them.

	"Listen, Garrett...You were relieved of that duty when you were
banished. Furthermore, it is against kingdom law for you to even be on our
land at all!" Shawn lectured, trying to look Garrett in the eyes, even
though doing so sent a chill down his spine.

	"Duties or not," Garrett responded, "I was born in this country and
I bear loyalty for this country! Also, Prince Shawn, you need not remind me
of kingdom law. Remember that I was a loyal colonel under your father and
King Brett for over twenty years!"

	"Mr. Garrett," Shawn retorted, "you were stripped of your
citizenship, six years ago this summer. Whether you defended our country
for twenty years or twenty-thousand years, you are no longer in charge of
our defense, because we banished you!"

	" I mean you no offense, but I was banished not by the kingdom of
Whiteshadow Isle, which I had loyally defended since before I was shaving,
but by a pubescent child who was experiencing an over dramatic depression
caused, most likely, by hormonal overload." Garrett calmly said, as he
regarded Shawn.

	Shawn's hand shot out and held back Bryan, who had his sword
extended and was ready to run Garrett through. Two guards, sensing Shawn's
need, advanced and held Bryan's arms.

	Turning back toward Shawn, he steadied his temper and replied,
"Garrett, you were banished because you sent the heir to the throne to his
death! That banishment was agreed upon by my father and Brett!"

	Again, keeping very calm, Garrett responded, "Prince Shawn, I did
not send Carter to his death. If you should have blamed anybody, then you
should have blamed the two guards who abandoned Carter and Mike. Abandoned
two children who were incapable of defending themselves."

	"Well then," Shawn came back with, "why did you send two children
who were incapable of defending themselves, off into `Bloodstain Row' with
only two undercover guards? Why did you send them at all? The guards were
under your command, Garrett, so you were responsible for their actions."

	"Enough of this shit!" Bryan growled, breaking free from the
guards' grasp, "Let's take this traitor back to the palace already!"

	Shawn glared at Bryan and then turned toward Garrett, "I'm sorry,
Garrett, but according to the kingdom law that you probably know so
well..."

	"I'm under arrest," Garrett cut in, "and I am to be taken before
the kings for questioning, before being placed in jail to await my
execution. Correct?"

	Shawn sighed, "Garrett, I was once a hormonal teenager and perhaps
I overreacted in my decision to have you banished. I really cared for
Carter and it was your decision to send him out there, so I naturally
blamed you. Now that I'm older and more mature, I can see that, despite the
fact that we never got along, you were always a loyal defender of
Whiteshadow Isle and you probably didn't deserve what you got."

	Garrett smirked and nodded, "You were always brat, Your Majesty,
and I never liked how your father always took what you said, so
seriously. However, it means...a lot, to hear you admit your possible
error."

	Shawn nodded and sadly shook his head at Garrett, "Still, the
decision was passed six years ago and we can't go back on it now. Please
come peacefully and I will try to put in a good word for you at the
palace."

	Garrett slowly descended to his knees and extended his
wrists. Looking up at Shawn, he said, "I don't need your praise, Prince
Shawn. I have a purpose for being here and I'm sure your father and King
Brett will be quite interested to hear it."

	Shawn nodded at the guards, and two advanced toward Garrett and
snapped chains around his wrists. Shawn smiled back at Garrett and said,
"For what it's worth...It's good to see you again."

	Garrett nodded and allowed the guards to pull him to his feet and
lead him back toward the horses. Shawn turned toward the guards and said,
"We'll see you back at the palace. Bryan and I have a matter to discuss."

	The guards shrugged and continued walking back toward the
gate. Once they were far enough away, Shawn turned toward Bryan and yelled,
"What the fuck was that all about?!"

	Bryan averted his eyes from Shawn's and shrugged, "I don't like
him, Shawn. I don't like him and I don't trust him."

	Shawn took a few steps away from Bryan, then spun around and threw
his hands up in the air, "I...I...I can't even think straight, I'm so mad
at you! You are a prince, dammit! You can't fucking go around threatening
people, when they mean you no harm!"

	"But, Shawnie!" Bryan countered, "That man sent Carter off to die!
How can you even think of saying that might have been wrong to banish him?"

	"Don't `Shawnie' me, Bryan!" Shawn yelled in response, "That man
protected us for many years and there's a good chance that I overreacted in
banishing him!"

	"What do you want from me?!" Bryan demanded, crossing his arms
across his chest, "Do you want me to say that I'm sorry? Do you want me to
say that I acted very unprince-like? Well, I won't! I'm sick of acting all
proper all the time! I'm fucking sick and tired of it! That man is a
traitor and a bastard and you should have let me run him through! What do
you want from me, Shawn? What?!"

	Shawn paced around and shook his head, "I...I don't know. I'm
trying so hard, Bryan! I'm trying so fucking, goddamn hard to show the
people at the palace that you're a good heir and a good prince, but you're
not, are you? Maybe you're just not cut out for this. Maybe you'd be better
off back on the streets..."

	"No, Shawnie!" Bryan pleaded, "I don't want to leave you!"

	Shawn turned and walked forward, grabbing Bryan in his arms. Gazing
into his eyes, Shawn hugged him and said, "I don't want you to leave
either, but if you truly love me, then you'll be a good prince."

	Bryan gripped Shawn tightly, his muscled arms holding his husband
firmly. They remained like that, until Shawn felt something cold and metal
against his neck. He quickly separated from Bryan and they both turned
around.

	Surrounding the two princes, were several men dressed in green and
black armour. Clutched in their hands, were long metal tubes embedded with
wood. It was nothing like Shawn or Bryan had ever seen before. One of the
men aimed his tube at Shawn's head and smiled, speaking in a very
articulate tone, "Well, well, what have we here?"

	Summoning up his royal-sounding voice, Shawn said, "What you have
here, are the two heirs to Whiteshadow Isle and I demand that you let us go
this instant!"

	The man holding the tube to Shawn's head turned to his comrades and
chuckled. Turning back toward Shawn, he smiled and said, "This must be our
lucky day. Are you going to come quietly, or do we have to do this the hard
way?"

	Before Shawn could open his mouth to speak, he felt something hard
smack him on the back of his head. He quickly fell to the ground and, just
before losing consciousness, he heard an identical crack and felt a body
fall down next to him.

	There was a chuckle and then someone said, "The hard way..."

	Then blackness....


Chapter 5: Driven to Extremes

	King Lucas's arms were crossed across his chest and his gaze
regarded Garrett with a mixture of anger and sorrow. Brett shook his head
in disbelief and conferred with one of the guards who went on the
expedition to Mostaf.

	"I assure you, Your Majesties, that I know not what happened."
Garrett expressed to the two kings, "The princes stated that they would
return on their own."

	Lucas turned to Brett and asked him a silent question with his
eyes. When Brett could not respond, Lucas turned back toward Garrett and
took a few steps toward him.

	"Garrett, our sons have disappeared from a town in which you've
claimed to have lived for the past three months. How could we not assume
that you had something to do with it?" Lucas explained, in a raised voice.

	"Your Majesties, I came to warn you of impending danger, not to
cause you the grief that losing your sons would cause." Garrett explained.

	"Ah yes," Brett cut in, "your claims that Cargenon has sent an army
to Whiteshadow Isle. Our new colonel has already told us that Cargenon's
forces are as good as decimated, so your claims are obvious lies!"

	Garrett sighed and, shaking his head and the kings, said, "Surely
you know how much this country means to me! Why else would I risk my
freedom in order to protect it?"

	Vizier Frost, who was observing the proceedings from beside the
thrones, stepped forward and, regarding Garrett, said, "Blade, when you
took over, for me, as colonel many years ago, you swore an oath stating
that you would risk your life to defend Whiteshadow Isle from all harm. Do
you, as kneel before us now, swear by that oath that your intentions here
are good and do you also swear that you were not responsible for the
disappearance of the princes?"

	Garrett nodded and replied, "I do so swear. Banished or no, I will
always lay my life on the line, to protect this country. Regarding the two
princes, I swore, many years ago, to protect the heirs to throne with my
life. I lost much honour when one of them was killed and I deserved to be
banished. However, I wish to make an amends now, by warning you of the
coming army. Cargenon is more advanced than Whiteshadow Isle. They have
long tubes that shoot pieces of metal, and small rocks that explode when
they hit the ground."

	"And how, may I ask, do you know all this?" Vizier Frost probed.

	"After I was banished," Garrett explained, "I did much traveling. I
roamed around the world on trade ships, paying my way with hard labour. I
saw the rift between the two genders closing and the beginning of a new era
of peace for the world. There were reports, however, that Cargenon was not
agreeable to these changes. It was said that they valued their slaves,
especially their female ones, and did not respect the females as equal
humans. I spent much time in Cargenon, working in various factories and
making contacts. Several months ago, I heard talk of sending an invasion
force to Whiteshadow Isle. I didn't believe those rumours, however, until I
saw the troops assembling by the docks. I booked passage aboard the ship,
paying my way as a crewman, and we arrived here a few weeks later, in the
dead of night. I followed the soldiers to a small camp just outside the
ruins of Mostaf. In order to keep my eye on them, I took up residence in
the ruins themselves. This was doubly good, as it also prevented me from
getting caught, since Whiteshadow Isle patrols didn't seem to go out that
far. I was keeping pretty secret, until this afternoon, when young Mike and
his friend came across my residence...Or should I say, Prince Mike."

	The three listened to Garrett's story with interest. After it was
over, Brett cocked his head in confusion and said, "Assuming what you say
isn't complete bull, I find Cargenon's strategies to be quite ludicrous!
Why send troops all the way over here, when they're losing the war back in
their home country?"

	Garrett gazed up at Brett with a look that gave the king his
answer. Brett took a step back and exclaimed, "Impossible! Colonel Lance
assured us that we were winning the war!"

	Garrett shrugged and said simply, "He lied."

	King Brett advanced quickly forward and yelled, "Liar!" then,
spinning on his waist, slapped Garrett across the face with the back of his
hand.

	Lucas rushed down and grabbed Brett's arm before he could do it
again.

	"Enough, Brett!" he exclaimed, "Perhaps Garrett tells the truth."

	Except for his head snapping back, the large man was unaffected by
the blow. Turning back toward Lucas, he said, "King Lucas, I know not what
Lance told you, but our kingdom's troops have been destroyed in
Cargenon. The mood there, for the past several months, has been quite
festive. They have celebrated every major victory that their army's won
and..."

	"Wait just a minute!" Brett said, breaking from Lucas's grasp, "You
say `our kingdom's troops' like you still believe yourself to be a part of
this kingdom. You were banished, Garrett! You have no kingdom, nor any
troops!"

	Garrett's eyes shifted to the floor at his feet and he nodded
solemnly and spoke softly, "That is true. I am a colonel without an army. I
am without honour."

	 Lucas stepped forward and, looking down at Garrett, said,
"Mr. Garrett, you have been arrested because you are trespassing on land
from which you've been banished. Regardless of the loyalty you feel for
this country, you have still broken the law and I'm sure that you are aware
of the penalty. Do you have any final words before you are taken to the
dungeon to await your execution?"

	Garrett looked up and looked into Lucas's eyes. Lucas could almost
see sadness in the brown pools on Garrett's face.

	"Only that I was born in Whiteshadow Isle, I grew up on Whiteshadow
Isle and I devoted my life to protecting Whiteshadow Isle. If I have to
die, then I'm glad that it's in Whiteshadow Isle." Garrett said somberly.

	Lucas nodded, "You were a good colonel, Garrett."

	Two guards lifted Garrett to his feet and lead him toward the
door. Frost stepped forward and called after him, "Halt!"

	The guards and Garrett stopped and turned around. Lucas and Brett
turned toward Frost as well.

	"When you were talking about how we're losing the war and you said
how they celebrate every major victory, you said `and' and then you were
cut off King Brett. And what?"

	Garrett nodded, "And...the latest celebration before I left, was to
commemorate the total destruction of the Whiteshadow Isle army, following
the execution of their colonel."

	Frost blinked and his jaw dropped in disbelief. There was much talk
amoungst the guardsmen in the room, as they discussed the news of their
leader's demise.

	"You...You're lying!" Brett exclaimed.

	Garrett shook his head, "I'm afraid not, Your Majesty. They were
quite ecstatic about his death, since they anticipated that it was the
beginning of the total collapse of the Whiteshadow Isle army."

	"And it may very well be." Lucas said, walking back and collapsing
into his throne. He placed his head in his hands and said, "Without someone
to lead, it's only a matter of time before we are destroyed. None of the
guards have enough experience to take over."

	Frost nodded, composing himself, "I'd gladly lead our troops into
battle, once again, if only my reflexes were as good as they were twenty
years ago!"

	"What about me?" Garrett volunteered, "I realize my position, but I
would gladly offer my services to..."

	Lucas shook his head and cut him off, "I'm sorry, but you are
prisoner and scheduled to be executed. If there was any other way..."

	Garrett nodded, "I understand."

	With that, Luke nodded at the guards and they escorted Garrett from
the room.

	Turning to Brett, Lucas shrugged, "Well, we're in a tight spot now,
aren't we? Not only have we lost our sons, but we've lost our colonel!"

	Brett shook his head, "I don't believe a word that the man is
saying! I'm sure we'll hear from Colonel Lance soon enough."

	"Regardless," Luke exclaimed, "we still have to find our sons. Who
knows what awful trouble they might be in!"

	Brett nodded and, turning toward Frost, said, "Vizier Frost, send
our troops on patrols around the ruins of Mostaf. If indeed Garrett is
telling the truth about that camp, I want it found! There's a good chance
that our sons are being kept there!"

	"Yes, sire." Frost said and strode off through the room, to make
the arrangements with the guards.

	Even as Frost was giving the instructions to the guards, though,
Shawn and Bryan's unconscious bodies were being loaded into a large ship.

	Its destination: Cargenon.


Chapter 6: Prepubescent Prison

	Bright lights and flashing images flew through Shawn's head, as
he struggled to remember where he was, or what that painful throbbing on
the back of his head was. With a start, he recalled the attack back in the
old town. His eyes popped open and he gazed groggily around the room. He
appeared to be lying on a large bed in a very dimly lit room. Feeling the
cool sheets against his body caused him to realize that he wasn't
wearing any clothes. The room appeared to be moving and, judging by the
sounds coming from the outside, Shawn guessed that they were on some sort
of boat. Comforting his distress somewhat, he saw that Bryan was lying
beside him, naked as well, though not moving.

	Sitting up, he reached over and gently nudged Bryan's
body. "Hey!" he whispered, "Bryan, you awake?"

	Bryan didn't stir, but he heard movement from the other end of
the room. He turned his head toward the noise and squinted as he saw a
spark ignite a candle, casting a glow across the whole room. Holding the
candle, was a boy.

	He set the candle down on a table in the far corner of the room,
and slowly walked toward the bed. Though the light was dim, Shawn could
make out certain aspects of the boy's appearance. He looked to be no
older than ten or eleven, with medium-length, dark-brown hair that hung in
his face. He was topless, with his bottom covered by only a pair of dark
brown breeches. His bare feet were small and turned slightly outward, as he
made his way over. He appeared to be quite thin, with a bit of puppy-fat
around his belly. He might have passed for a peasant boy, but his
appearance was quite neat and he had a golden ring on his right hand.

	"So, you're finally awake." The boy said as he approached
the bed, brushing the dark brown strands away from his face, using his
fingers.

	Shawn squeezed his eyes tightly, trying to clear away the remaining
cobwebs, and when he opened them again, he gazed at the boy and stammered,
"Wha...Who...Who are you? Where am I?"

	The boy giggled, little creases forming at the corners of his
mouth, and blushed as he extended his hand, "My name is Jordan. It's
good to meet you."

	Shawn gazed at the boy's hand as he held it in front of
Shawn. His fingers were long and slender, much like Shawn's, and his
nails were neatly trimmed short. Slowly, warily, Shawn reached out and
gripped the boy's hand, shaking it up and down in greeting. The boy
looked at his hand as Shawn shook it and, slowly pulling them toward him,
he held Shawn's hand up to his nose. His nostrils flaring, the boy
seemed to be smelling his hand. After several seconds, he released
Shawn's hand and, gazing at him, the blush on his cheeks deepened in
pigment.
	"Your hand smells really nice." Jordan said, smiling.

	Shawn could see Jordan's eyes, a pale shade of green, glowing in
the candlelight as he stared at Shawn. Shawn began to become very
uncomfortable with the young boy's attentions toward him and he shifted
his gaze over to Bryan's prone body as he said, "Thank
you. But...what am I doing here?"

	Seeming to ignore Shawn's question, the boy sat down on the bed
and put his hand on the prince's knee as he asked, "What's your
name?"

	Shawn turned back toward the boy. Gazing at him with growing
uneasiness, Shawn replied, "Sh...Shawn."

	Shawn was beginning to feel scared. He was in a dark room and he
didn't know how he got there, his husband was unconscious next to him
and there was a strange young boy who appeared to have a very big interest
in him. The last thing he could remember, was being smacked on the back of
his head. Despite his years of training for crises and his assumed
preparedness and maturity, he was beginning to feel like a lost child.

	Noticing his shivering, the boy looked worriedly up at Shawn and
asked, "Shawn, are you cold?"

	Without waiting for an answer, the boy got to his knees and wrapped
his arms around Shawn's neck, hugging him. Shawn wasn't quite sure
what to do, so he simply sat there and let the boy hug him. When over a
minute had passed and Jordan was still hugging him, Shawn had finally
cleared enough of his daze out to try and get a hold on the
situation. Bringing his arms between their bodies, he gently pushed the boy
away from him. Jordan fell off Shawn's body and landed on his back,
gazing up at the raven-haired prince in confusion. Shawn slowly got on to
his knees and looked down at the young boy, his irritation beginning to
outweigh his fear.

	"Listen!" Shawn said with growing impatience, "I want to
know where I am, what I'm doing here, where we're going and who you
are, and I want to know these things right now!"

	The boy got on to his knees and said, shrugging, "I told you!
I'm Jordan! Where we're going, is we're going home. I don't
know what you're doing here, though. I just heard from the guards that
we were carrying two people from the new land. I came down here and hoped
that maybe you guys wanted to play. So, I waited and finally you got up,
even though your friend didn't. So, do you want to play?"

	"Home?" Shawn inquired, "Where's home?"

	Jordan shrugged, "Where? Why, Cargenon of course!"

	"Cargenon?!" Shawn exclaimed, "They'll kill us!"
	"Why?" Jordan asked.

	Shawn sighed, "Listen, Jordan, I don't know how much you know
about what's going on, but my kingdom is at war with yours. If I return
with you, me and my friend will, most likely, be jailed and executed!"

	"Really?" Jordan said, putting his hand on Shawn's bare
knee again, "That isn't very nice."

	Shawn gazed down at Jordan's hand on his leg and asked, "Why
do you keep touching me like that?"

	Jordan looked at Shawn with puppy-dog eyes and said, "Because I
like you. Don't you like me?"

	Shawn couldn't help but smile as he said, "I guess so. I just
think it's weird that you keep touching me."

	Jordan took his hand off Shawn's knee and, looking up at him
invitingly, he said, "You can touch me, if you want."

	"Aren't you a little young to be asking a man like me to
touch you?" Shawn asked, smiling.

	Jordan's eyes began to show desperation as he gazed up at Shawn,
"I'm not young! I'm eleven! Besides, like you a lot, Shawn. Please
touch me."

	Shawn saw Jordan's hands reach down between his legs as he began
to rub a small, but noticeable lump in the front of his breeches.

	Shawn gazed over at the still-unconscious Bryan lying beside him,
and then turned back to Jordan and shook his head, "I can't. My
marriage forbids me from doing anything with anybody else."

	The young boy continued to rub the lump at the front of his
trousers, as he looked at Shawn inquisitively and asked, "What's a
marriage?"

	Shawn was beginning to grow impatient and wondered if the boy was
purposely trying to delay him. Trying to remain patient, he gazed at the
boy and opened his mouth to speak. Instead, though, he let out a laugh and
gazed down at his lap.

	The boy laughed too and asked, "What?"

	Shawn blushed slightly, as he tried to keep his eyes focused on the
boy's face. Smiling, he said, "I'll tell you, but would you mind
not doing that?"

	"Do what?" Jordan asked innocently.

	Shawn's eyes slowly looked down at the boy's casually
stroking hand and said, "You know...rubbing yourself."

	Jordan's eyes looked down at Shawn's own crotch and, smiling,
said, "I'm making you horny, aren't I?"

	Shawn's blush deepened as he smiled at the youngster. It was
true that his penis had steadily begun to fill with blood ever since Jordan
began his self-ministrations. Shawn tried not to think about it, but at
this point, he was already half-erect.

	"How do you know about that stuff?" Shawn asked.

	Jordan gave Shawn a very large smile as he announced proudly,
"Because my daddy is always telling me that I'm the sexiest boy in
the world and people always get horny when I'm around them!"

	Shawn had to admit that the child was quite attractive. His
slightly turned-up nose and big green eyes made him appear quite
cherubic. Plus, the lump at the front of his breeches, combined with his
pinkish-brown nipples that were beginning to turn red with his growing
arousal, was having a very distinct effect on the prince. Still, Shawn
seriously doubted that this boy was the sexiest boy in the world.

	The boy could see the effect he was having on the naked man sitting
next to him, and, as he gazed up at Shawn, he stopped rubbing himself and
undid the buttons of his trousers and kicked them off. Jordan's fully
erect boyhood was now bared in all its prepubescent glory. It stood at a
little over three inches and was circumcised. The whole thing was shining
red with the friction of the boy's trousers, except the head, which was
glowing a dark purple. It stood out against totally bare flesh with not a
single hair visible.

	Climbing onto his knees, the boy thrust his hips forward slightly
and pouted, "Don't you want to play with it? I'll play with yours
afterwards!"

	Shawn shrugged in attempted indifference and said, "I'm
nearly twice your age, Jordan. It isn't right for us to be doing
anything like this together."

	Jordan reached out and put his hand on Shawn's leg, slightly
above his knee. Rubbing it gently all the way up to Shawn's upper thigh
and back, he gazed up at Shawn and pouted, "Please?"

	Shawn's head begged him to be reasonable, not just because an
eleven-year-old was seriously turning him on, but also because his husband
lay not four feet away. However, the jet-haired prince was now fully erect
and his cock itched with a tingling heat that begged to be relieved by the
oversexed youth sitting next to him.

	Using his lack ounce of sanity left, Shawn nodded his flushed face
in approval and said, "Fine, but I'm going to play, then you have to
do something for me."

	The boy's stiff little cock throbbed in approval and he nodded,
"Anything!"

	Shawn smiled and said, "Okay, you have to help me and my friend
get off this boat."

	"Deal!" Jordan exclaimed and smiled at Shawn.

	Shawn could no longer hold back any longer, and he reached his arms
out, grabbing the young boy's shoulders. He aimed his mouth toward the
child's rose-coloured lips and pulled Jordan forward, kissing him
soundly. Sexual fury exploded in Shawn's twenty-one-year-old body, as he
soon broke contact with the eleven-year-old's lips and, pushing him back
against the bed, trailed his mouth downward. Jordan was whimpering and
shivering, his head tilted back, as Shawn's slimy tongue lashed out,
whipping moist trails of saliva across the boy's exposed
throat. Shawn's hands reached up and he ran his fingers through the
boy's soft brown hair and traced down the contours of his velvety
cheeks, covered in soft fuzz, as he pressed his lips against the side of
Jordan's neck and, sucking gently, swept his tongue back and forth
across the spot, making it wetter and wetter.

	He wasn't quite sure what it was about this boy, but something
caused an almost scary burst of passion within him, as he continued to
stroke his face and plant wet kisses all over his neck.

	Moving his hands down, he gripped the sides of Jordan's
whimpering body tightly and surrounded Jordan's right nipple with his
lips. Having the boy's immature nipple encased in a cavern of warmth and
slimy moisture, Shawn began sharply flicking at the engorged
nub. Jordan's hands shot onto Shawn's head and he held the
prince's long hair in two tight clumps with a vicelike grip.

	"Oh, fuck!!!" Jordan hollered, as Shawn continued his
treatment, almost painfully dragging his face across the boy's flat
chest and onto the second nipple.

	Shawn ignored the pain of Jordan tugging at his hair, combined with
the added pain of it being on the still-tender back of his head, and
converted it into the fury that he used to violently lick and suck at the
young boy's tingling nub.

	Jordan's hips soon began to involuntarily thrust at the air, and
he screamed, "Oh God! Please suck me! Please fucking suck me now! I
gotta cum so bad!"

	Lifting his mouth off Jordan's abused nipple, he exclaimed,
"Let go of my hair, you little cunt, and I'll suck you!"

	Jordan's hands immediately released Shawn's raven locks from
his grip, and left the prince with a burning pain on the back of his
head. Shawn's face immediately descended between Jordan's legs, but
purposely passed over his aching cocklet. With sexual passion still
erupting through his veins like raging lava from an erupting volcano,
Shawn's tongue took long, wet slurps across Jordan's tight, hairless
nut sack. He felt the two small balls shift inside, as he flicked his
tongue all over them, tasting the pure, downy skin of a boy nearly into
puberty.

	Jordan's whole body shivered and his legs moved all over, as he
screamed, "More! Oh fuck, gimme more! I'm gonna fucking cum! Oh yeah!
Oh fuck!"

	Shawn tongue moved up from the boy's tight scrotum and traced a
long, languid line up along the base of the throbbing shaft of his little
pricklet. The boy's hips thrust sharply up and down, rubbing his itching
boyhood along Shawn's tongue. Judging from the growing tension visible
in the boy's young boy and the almost pained expression on his face,
Shawn could tell the boy was close to what seemed like it was going to be
the most powerful orgasm of his young life. Wanting to make the best of it,
Shawn waited no further and slurped the stiff little firecracker into his
drooling mouth.

	The effects seemed to be mind-blowing. A small, high-pitched
whimpering noise began at the base of the young boy's throat, got louder
as it moved upwards and exploded in an ear-piercing shriek capable only by
a boy whose voice hasn't yet changed. Shawn could feel the waves of
muscles in the poor boy's body rippling as orgasm slammed into him with
a vengeance. Shawn continued to run his tongue all around the spasming
pricklet in his mouth, as it expanded and contracted, desperate to squirt
the cum that Shawn figured the boy was still too young to have. He was
quite surprised to feel a gentle spray of fluid across the back of his
throat, as Jordan's body continued to be wracked with torturous
pleasure. It wasn't a lot, surely not more than a few drops, but it was
the sweetest tasting few drops that Shawn had ever tasted.

	The whole orgasm lasted about ten seconds, but Shawn was sure that
the passage of time was not on the young boy's mind. When his body
finally stopped spasming, he lay on the bed, his body covered in a sheen of
sweat, and continued to shiver every few seconds, as the last vestiges of
tension were released from his abused form. Shawn gazed down at the boy
with love and kissed his sweat-soaked brow gently. The boy's eyes slowly
opened and he looked up at Shawn and gave him a weak smile.

	"Thank you, Shawn." Jordan said in a hoarse voice, worn from
his loud shrieks.

	Turning to look beside him, Shawn was glad to see that all the
noise seemed to have woken Bryan up. The brown-haired prince rubbed the
back of his head gingerly and, turning toward Shawn, squinted as his eyes
gained some focus.

	"Sh . . . Shawnie?"

	Shawn smiled and nodded at him, "It's okay, Bryan. I'm
here."

	Shawn reached out and took Bryan's hand into his own, squeezing
it in affection. Turning back toward the young boy, Shawn said, "Can you
get us out of here now?"

	Jordan slowly sat up and, smiling, said, "What about you?"

	Shawn shook his head and smiled, "Maybe once we're off this
barge. Right now, you have to keep your promise and get me and my friend
out of here."

	The boy slowly nodded, "Okay. I can show you to the
lifeboats."

	Shawn nodded, "That would be fine. Say, why don't you come
with us? I'm sure you'd love Whiteshadow Isle."

	Jordan looked unsure and shrugged, "I don't know. I don't
have any friends there."

	Shawn smiled, "Well, you have me. I'm your friend."

	At that, Jordan's face lit up, "You are?! Okay, then! I'll
go!"

	Shawn patted Jordan's head, ruffling his hair. The boy stood up
and quickly pulled back on his breeches and buttoned them up. Turning to
Shawn, he exclaimed, "Well?! Let's go!"

	Shawn turned to Bryan and said, "Come on. This kid is going to
get us off this place."

	Bryan looked around in confusion, "Wha...Where are we? Who's
the kid?"

	Shawn shook his head, "Forget it. I'll tell you later."

	The two men slowly eased out of bed and followed the boy as he
skipped over to the door.

	"Hey, Jordan!" Shawn called, "You wouldn't happen to
have any clothes, would you?"

	Jordan looked back at Shawn and giggled, "You don't need any!
You're cute!"

	Shawn blushed, and was glad to notice that his penis had softened
again. Holding on to the hand of the still groggy Bryan, Shawn followed
Jordan through the door and out of the room.


Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era
Chapter 7: Sheep to the Slaughter

	While Brett was off attempting to instill confidence back into the
returning troops, King Lucas sat alone in the dim throne room, with his
hand on his face. He kept circulating the bitter facts around in his
head. The troops had returned from their search for the camp and the search
had gone well, but the subsequent battle hadn't.

	Garrett had, apparently, been correct. There was a large army of
Cargenon's troops in a base camp outside of the ruins of
Mostaf. Whiteshadow Isle's soldiers had engaged them, but without a set
strategy, the soldiers had been decimated by the well-trained forces of
Cargenon. Not helping matters, was the fact that the Cargenonons used their
metal-firing tubes. They took down Whiteshadow Isle's soldiers even
before they could get close enough to swing a sword. Worse still, there was
no sign of either Shawn or Bryan, although they hadn't gotten close
enough get a very good look.

	Out of the two-hundred soldiers that he and Brett had sent, only
twelve had returned. Despite the fact that all the soldiers swore an oath
saying that they were prepared to die for Whiteshadow Isle, Lucas really
hated it when any solider died, let alone one-hundred-and-eighty-eight of
them. There was no burial, just an hour of silent prayer.

	Lucas looked up briefly as Brett opened the doors and entered the
throne room.

	"We'll get them next time, Luke." Brett said reassuringly,
as he walked over and put his hand on the black-haired king's shoulder.

	Lucas shook his head and looked up, "We're losing,
Brett. With their advanced weapons, they can destroy our forces, and
without a colonel for the army, the soldiers are disorganized and have no
set strategy. Lance is dead and soon we will be too."

	"Come on, why are you still believing that crap that Garrett
told us about Colonel Lance being dead?"

	Lucas shrugged and said, "Well, we haven't heard from him in
over two months and the only possible explanation for why Cargenon's
soldiers are here now, is that we've lost the battle over in
Cargenon."

	"Maybe he just hasn't had time to send us any news." Brett
said, but didn't sound very sure.

	Brett slowly sat down in the throne beside Lucas and shook his
head, "Okay, all right, we're losing! We won't go down without a
fight, though!"

	Lucas stood up and said, "Yeah, we'll fight...and then
we'll die! We can't win this one, Brett! Not without some real
help."
	With that, Lucas walked quickly off to the doors of the room.

	"Where are you going?" Brett called after him.

	"I'm going to talk to Garrett. I bet he knows more than
he's letting on."

	"Well, what should I do?"

	Lucas opened the doors and then turned back to Brett, "Assemble
some scouting parties and try to find our sons!" he called at him,
before walking out through the doors and closing them behind him.

	Making his way quickly down the hallway, the dark-haired king
turned and walked down a dim, spiral staircase and descended into the
dungeon. Walking to the end of the row of cells, he came to the one
containing Garrett. The former colonel was seated on a steel bench and
looked up as Lucas approached him.

	"Garrett, we need to talk." Lucas said, crossing his arms
across his chest.

	The large, bearded man stood up and walked over to the bars to face
Lucas. Tilting his head in interest, Garrett replied, "Yes, Your
Majesty?"

	"Blade," Lucas began, "you were quite serious about Lance
being dead, were you not?"

	Garrett nodded solemnly, "I'm afraid so, King Lucas. The
references to the slain colonel from the country's opposing power were
undoubtably about Wolfgang Lance, my successor as colonel of this land."

	Both men bowed their heads and shared a moment of silence, before
Garrett looked up again and added, "Wolfgang was a very competent
soldier while he was under my command, Your Highness. You can rest assured
that he took down a great many of Cargenon's best, before his
capture."

	Lucas nodded, before taking a deep breath and looking up at Garret
again. Gazing at him sadly, he said, "This is no time to grieve,
however. The troops that we sent off toward the camp...well...they found
the camp, but all except twelve were slaughtered by the Cargenonons."

	Garrett bit his lower lip and shook his head, "What a waste."

	Lucas nodded, "They used some sort of metal and wood tube that
shot small projectiles. These shooting tubes claimed our men, before they
could even get close enough to swing a sword."

	Garrett nodded, "Yes, I've seen those things used before. The
Cargenonons apparently call them `rifles.' These `rifles' shoot
`bullets' at great distances and can kill a man with a single
hit."

	Lucas smiled, "You've seen these weapons used before? Then
maybe you know how we can combat them."

	Garrett shrugged, "Well, short of creating those dishonourable
devices ourselves, the best way to fight them is to prey upon their
weaknesses."

	"Which are?" Lucas asked.

	Garrett shook his head, "It is too difficult to explain in
words. I might be able to show you, though."

	At that, Lucas shook his head, "I'm sorry, Blade, but
you're to be executed. Simply letting you go would be a high breach of
our royal laws."

	Garrett nodded, "I would never dream of second-guessing your
authority, My Liege, but I have several strategies that may be of help to
our country and I would hate to not be able to put them to good use. I
understand my fate, however, and realize that my death is decreed by law. I
have a proposal, therefore, that may solve all our problems. I only ask you
to hear me out."

	Lucas nodded, "You've earned that right, Blade. What are your
proposals?"

	Garrett smirked his equivalent of a smile and said, "You allow
me to become the temporary colonel of our forces. I'm confident that,
with me in charge of strategies, we can drive them from our shores. While
I'm doing that, you can pick a soldier to become the new colonel and you
will have enough time to train him. If we lose, then I will have been
killed in battle and you will have, at least, partly trained a soldier to
take over for me. If we win, then I will gladly submit myself for
execution. Either way, I'll die, but at least there's a chance that
you will gain a large victory in the process."


	Lucas appeared deep in thought as Garrett stood there silently,
waiting for his judgement.

	After several seconds, Lucas shrugged, "How do I know that you
are not working for them?"

	Garrett tilted his head and smirked, "My Liege, I've been a
loyal defender of this country for many years. Do you honestly believe that
I'd have my loyalty so blinded by their deviant ways that I would betray
the country of my birth?"

	Lucas shook his head, "I suppose not. Assuming you can lead our
forces to victory, what will we do afterwards?"
	Garrett gazed at Lucas proudly, "The Cargenonons are a proud
people and if we were to cause them to lose this campaign, then it would
take them many months to regroup. That should be enough time for you to
send in your forces, complete with their new colonel, and take the battle
to their shores again. With their destroyed confidence, the victory should
be very easy this time."

	Lucas shrugged, "And you will swear to me, with every ounce of
your honour, that you will come before us after we win, and you will allow
yourself to be executed for your crimes?"

	Garrett nodded, "I do, Your Majesty."

	Lucas regarded Garrett for several seconds, his face once again
showing deep though, and then he smiled at Garrett and said, "You know
something, Blade? I don't honestly want to kill you. Therefore, I will
grant you a full pardon if you can do me another favour. While you're
planning strategies to destroy our enemies, I would like you to find Shawn
and Bryan. If you can both find them and drive the Cargenonons from our
land, then I will clear you of all crimes and revoke your banishment
status, setting you free. You will be able to live in the country that you
love so much."

	 Garrett nodded, "That is indeed a difficult task, but if you
will it, then I shall accomplish it. I do have a request in return,
though."

	Lucas shrugged, "What request would that be? I will grant you a
full reprieve and your citizenship to Whiteshadow Isle back. What more do
you want?"

	Garrett shrugged, "I would like my status as colonel back,
permanently."

	Lucas shook his head, "I cannot grant you that, because I did
not strip you of your title. If you can find Prince Shawn, then you may ask
him for your title back."

	Garrett nodded obediently.

	With that, Lucas smiled at Garrett and nodded, "Very well. You
will be freed. Please shower, shave and report to the throne room when you
are ready for duty...Colonel."

	Garrett nodded and said, "What about King Brett? I doubt
he'll be pleased with your decision."

	Lucas nodded, "You let me handle Brett, Blade. You just worry
about your task."

	With that, Lucas walked back down the row and told the guard to
release Garrett. The guard nodded in agreement and Lucas quickly walked
back up the stairway. He would have to find Brett and deliver the
news. Garrett was right, he wasn't going to be pleased.

	Garrett watched Lucas walk away and then sat back on the bench. He
took in a deep breath and let it out in a drawn out name....

	"Shaaaaaaawn."


Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era
Chapter 8: The Long Journey Home

	Gazing up at the clear blue sky, Shawn sighed in growing
frustration as he urinated on the trunk of an oak tree. Having safely
sneaked through the boat, avoiding the guards, they had stolen one of the
lifeboats. Shawn and Bryan had then rowed off in a random direction, going
for about forty minutes, before they sighted land. They had then docked the
boat on a tiny beach leading into a huge forest, where they now plodded
aimlessly through.

	"Are you done yet, Shawn?" came a small voice from behind
him.

	Shawn turned around and saw the eleven-year-old Cargenonon boy that
they had taken with them from the boat, Jordan, sitting on a tree trunk and
watching him. He was a very sweet boy, but with the situation as it was,
Shawn was beginning to lose patience with him.

	Turning back around, Shawn smiled and nodded, "I'm
finished. Where'd Bryan go off to?"

	Bryan and Jordan had been formally introduced on the boat and, like
he did with most young children, Bryan already attempted to form a
less-than-moral relationship with the young boy. Shawn was sure that, if
they had a few moments alone, Bryan and Jordan might have partaken in some
questionable practices. Although, Shawn had noticed that Jordan's
interest in sex was much higher than normal. He had a few questions that
he'd ask the boy, when they had time again.

	Jordan stood up straight and gazed at Shawn lovingly, "He's
off searching for a path or something. So, do you want me to suck you
now?"

	Shawn blushed and his penis began to fill with blood, excitedly
showing its interest. The brown-eyed prince shook his head and said,
"Jordan, please! We're lost in the woods and it's beginning to get
dark! We have to find shelter and food before nightfall."

	The young child giggled at Shawn, "It looks like you want to,
Shawn."

	Shawn gazed up at the sky and tried to clear his mind of any impure
thoughts. However, ever since he first met the child, he'd noticed a
drastic increase in his sexual desire. His mind just kept circulating
images that kept his heat level rising and filled his mature cock with
want. Gazing down at Jordan again, he saw the boy wearing a large grin as
he eyed Shawn's throbbing manhood.

	"Bryan could come back at any second, though." Shawn said,
more to himself than to the boy.

	Jordan reached forward and grasped the base of Shawn's shaft in
his fist. Even with Jordan's long fingers, he couldn't totally
surround the piece of hot meat in his hand.

	"Bryan won't care." Jordan giggled, descending to his
knees.

	"I won't care about what?"

	Jordan quickly straightened up again, and Shawn attempted to
compose himself as Bryan walked through the trees and into the clearing
where they stood.

	With a large smile, Bryan looked at both his friends blushing
fiercely under his gaze.

	"Hey! Don't let me stand in the way of your romance!"
Bryan joked.

	Shawn shook his head, "We weren't...I mean...Ah, forget
it. So, what did you find?"

	Bryan shrugged, "I'm not really sure, Shawnie. I found a
grove of peach trees, but most of the fruit seems to have been picked. Yet,
when I looked around the area, there didn't seem to be any paths or any
sign of people walking through here. Do you even know which country
we're in?"

	Shawn shook his head and sighed, "There's no way to
know. Jordan said that I was out for about six hours and Opal Bay harbour
is about a four-hour horseback ride from where the ruins of Mostaf are
located. You woke up about half-an-hour after I did and it took us about
forty minutes to get to the lifeboat. So, that would mean that we were
sailing for a total of about three hours and a bit, before we
escaped. After that, we sailed due south...I think, for about forty
minutes."

	"So?" Bryan prodded, "Where does that leave us?"

	"Lost." Shawn replied, frustrated, "It leaves us fucking
lost."

	Bryan shook his head in disbelief, "So, with all your studying
and royal training, you still don't know enough about geography to tell
where we are?"

	Shawn turned to face Bryan and glared at him, "Listen!" He
yelled, "I don't know which way the damn boat was headed, so I
don't know which countries we passed by! There are several ways to sail
to Cargenon and several countries that we could have passed by! Ergo, I
don't know where the fuck we are, Bryan! I studied Whiteshadow Isle
lessons and very little of it was geography! If I would have known that we
were going to get knocked out and stranded in the middle of nowhere, I
might have spent just a tad more time boning up on my geography, or even
carried around a goddamn map, okay?! Besides, you're hardly one to go
talking to me about studying! What have you been doing over the last few
months, except gallivanting around like a fancy-free child, or playing with
your dick? Come to think of it, maybe if you hadn't been so adamant
about coming to Mostaf with me, you'd be back at the palace studying
like you were supposed to and not worrying about where the goddamn bloody
fuck we are!"

	"I just wanted to spend some time with you!" Bryan yelled
back, "You've been so busy reading over the last few months that
nobody has seen you anymore! Do you think I like going to sleep at night
and waking up in the morning and you're not there? Do you think I enjoy
going into town alone and going to the lake alone and watching the sun set
alone and reading those god-awful books alone?"

	"Alone?!" Shawn retorted, "You have a son, Bryan! Why
don't you take him to the lake or into town or into the library with
you? I'm sure he'd love to spend more time with his father!
Regardless, though, you have to study your ass off and stop with your
stupid little romps in the woods! We aren't little children anymore,
Bryan! Heck, we're not even teenagers! We're adults and you have to
start doing `adult' things and taking `adult' responsibilities!
You are the future of this kingdom and have to set an example for the
younger kids in the palace! That does not include showing your penis to
your six-year-old son, nor does it include telling him that you're
jacking off!"

	"We may not be children, Shawn," Bryan responded, "but
that doesn't mean that we can't still have fun! What happened to us?
We used to do so much together and now you're always studying!  Why
can't..."

	Bryan stopped his rebuttal as he heard the sound of crying from
behind Shawn. Both men turned around to see Jordan leaning against a tree
trunk, sobbing into his hands.

	Shawn shook his head and him and Bryan walked over to him. With
more than a little residual frustration in his voice, Shawn sighed and
inquired, "Why are you crying?"

	Jordan looked up at Shawn, his red-rimmed green eyes glistening
with tears, and hiccupped, "I...I hate...hate it when people...yell."

	"It's okay." Bryan said, shaking his head, "We
weren't yelling at you."

	Jordan nodded, but continued to sob, "I...I know,
but...people...people are always yelling...yelling at me
and...and...I...I...don't know why..." his voice broke off as he
began to sob louder.

	Shawn took a deep breath, the anger and frustration finally
beginning to leave him, and reached forward, pulling the boy off the tree
and taking him into his arms. Jordan's skinny arms wrapped tightly
around Shawn's torso, hugging him and sobbing onto the prince's
chest, matting the hairs there.

	Shawn's head toward to the side and he regarded Bryan with a
slight smile, "Look...I'm really sorry."

	Bryan shook his head, "Na, it's okay. It's hard being lost
in the middle of nowhere."

	Shawn nodded, "I'm sorry about not spending a lot of time
with you. I really do love you, you know."

	Bryan smiled, "I know."

	Giggling, the brown-haired prince walked forward and wrapped his
arms around Shawn and Jordan. "Group hug!" Bryan yelled, giggling.

	Within seconds, Shawn began laughing too and Jordan even stopped
crying and smiled.

	After a minute, they all separated and Shawn and Bryan gazed down
at Jordan. "Listen," Shawn said compassionately, "I'm sorry
about us yelling before. You wouldn't happen to know where we are, do
you?"

	Jordan shook his head sadly and said, "Sorry. If I knew, I'd
tell you."

	"I know." Bryan said, patting Jordan's head,
"Meanwhile, though, we should try to find shelter before it gets too
dark. I say we just camp out back on the beach tonight."

	"That would be a great plan," Shawn laughed, "but I doubt
any of us remember which way the beach is!"

	Bryan nodded, "Good point. How about we camp out here, then?"

	Shawn shook his head, "I say we go to that grove that he said
you saw. Tracks or not, somebody picked those fruit, so maybe there's
some sort of village around there."

	Bryan nodded and said, "Whatever you want, Shawnie. You're
the brain."

	Turning toward Jordan, he asked, "So, kid, are you okay to walk
for a little longer?"

	Jordan shrugged, "I'll be fine."

	With that, Bryan slowly began plodding through the soft mud, his
bare feet making visible footprints as he walked. Shawn and Jordan followed
his lead. After several minutes, they arrived at a clearing where a bunch
of trees grew. It smelled very nice all around, like freshly cut grass and
ripe peaches. They walked closer to the grove and Shawn began to examine
the area.

	Several peaches lay on the ground, rotting in the sun and insects
flew around the area in great abundance. Bryan had been correct when he
said that there were no visible tracks around. As Shawn looked at the
branches of one of the trees, he noted that it appeared that fruit had been
neatly plucked off. This proved that there had to be some sort of human
settlement somewhere close by. Also, the trees looked to be well-tended.

	"There has to be someone around here somewhere." Shawn said,
turning toward Bryan and Jordan.

	"I'm hungry!" Jordan piped in.

	Shawn looked down at him and smiled, "I know you are and I am
too. We'll find something to eat soon."

	Bryan looked at Shawn confusingly, "Umm, what about the peaches
on the trees?"

	At this, Shawn shook his head, "We can't. These trees are
owned by whoever lives close by and if we took from them, it'd be
stealing."

	Bryan nodded and continued to look around, as Shawn examined the
trees and looked around the area.

	"Mmm, I smell cookies!" Jordan exclaimed, suddenly.

	Bryan was about to pass this off as an illusion brought on by
hunger, but, as he smelled the air, his nose picked up the scent as well.

	Turning toward Shawn, he declared, "The kid's right, Shawnie!
It's coming from off in that direction!"

	Bryan's finger pointed to the right of them and Shawn, nodding
in acknowledgment, whispered, "Yeah, I'm picking it up too. Okay, now
follow me quietly, you guys."

	Shawn began slowly walking off in the direction that the smell was
coming from. Bryan and Jordan, both smiling in excitement, followed the
older prince close behind. They passed through the thicket as quietly as
possible and continued down the muddy trail for several meters. After ten
minutes of walking, they began to hear a faint stamping sound. As they
continued along the path, the sound got louder and louder until they could
see a break in the woods up ahead.

	"I think we may have found something." Shawn said, turning
toward the two guys following him.

	As he arrived at the end of the forest, his face lit up with glee
and he could hear two gasps from behind him. The woods ended in a huge
clearing. People walked up and down a long, wide road that extended
horizontally in front of him. The road led through an open gate built into
a large wall, and through the gate, Shawn could make out a town.
	Excited at finally finding some sort of human settlement, Shawn
stepped out from the forest and began walking toward the road. He turned
around and smiled at Bryan and Jordan.

	"We're saved, guys! I knew that...." He began to exclaim,
but as he looked at Bryan and Jordan, he noticed that they had stopped in
their tracks and were blushing bright red.

	Turning back around, he saw what they were blushing at. All the
hundreds of men and women who were walking along the road had stopped and
were now staring at them in disbelief.

	The three had, in their excitement at finding civilization,
apparently forgotten that the people of this town might be just a bit
surprised when two naked men and a boy clothed only in torn and dirty
breeches emerged from the woods.

	A blush to match his friends' passed over Shawn's face and
neck and he gulped as one of the men approached him.


Chronicles of Whiteshadow Isle: Second Era

Chapter 9: Overwhelmed

	"He did what?!" Michael exclaimed to the guard, as he delivered the
news to the teenage prince.

	The guard sighed and repeated, "King Lucas requests yours and
Squire Zachary's presence in the throne room immediately. He has newly
appointed Blade Garrett as the new colonel of our army and desires that you
and Zachary be present at our first military meeting."

	Michael shook his head in disbelief, "How can this be? Garrett was
banished! He's evil! This is crazy!"

	"I don't know any more details than you, Your Highness." The guard
explained, "I only just found out myself and my job was simply to deliver
the news."

	Michael gathered himself and nodded, "Tell Lucas that I'll be there
in fifteen minutes."

	"Very well, Your Majesty." The guard replied, and, turning around,
walked off.

	Michael continued to shake his head as he made his way out of the
playroom and up the stairs to let Zachary know of this recent turn of
events. He could not understand the logic of King Lucas's actions, but
hoped that the meeting would shed some light on it.

	"It is bad enough that Shawn and Bryan are missing," Michael
thought aloud, "but now this...."

	As Michael reached the top of the stairs, he noticed Carter was
standing by the door to his and Zachary's room. Michael understood that the
small child was bored and was wondering where his father and uncle were,
but he couldn't understand why Carter couldn't bug his mother as much as he
bugged Michael and Zachary. He didn't mean to be belligerent toward the
youth, but it seemed like he was always around when Michael and Zachary
wanted to be alone.

	"May I help you?" Michael asked as he approached the child.

	Carter looked up at Michael forlornly, his brown eyes glistening
with tears that threatened to slide down his cheeks at any second. In a
meek voice, he asked, "Umm...Do you...umm...know where...umm...daddy and
Uncle Shawn are?"

	Michael knelt down and put his hand on Carter's shoulder, rubbing
the thin material of his oversized T-shirt around on the bony area, and
said calmly, "Listen...We already told you that we don't, okay?"
	Carter looked down at his feet as they shuffled nervously along the
carpeted floor, then looked back up at Michael and, gazing at him with the
same despondent look, asked, "Umm...Are they...umm...gonna be back
to...umm...tuck me in tonight?"

	Michael shrugged and said, "I hope so, but I don't think so,
Carter."

	"Oh." The six-year-old said sadly, looking at Michael as if he
expected something.

	After a few seconds, Michael shrugged and inquired, "What? Can't
you bug your mother or something?"

	Carter shook his head, "She's in the temple and I'm not allowed in
there anymore."

	Michael sighed as he realized that he was probably wasn't going to
be able to spend any time alone with Zachary for a little while, "Okay,
Carter, I'll tell you what: Zachary and I have to go down to a meeting in a
few minutes, but afterwards...Umm...I'll play with you, okay?"

	Carter nodded and, turning around, he began walking back toward his
room. Michael took a deep breath and opened the door to his own room.

	"Michael?"

	Michael turned and looked back over at Carter.

	Playing with the doorknob on the door to Sarah's room, he said,
"Umm...If daddy and Uncle Shawn come back...Tell them that I'm in my room,
okay?"

	Michael nodded, "Sure thing, Carter." then walked into his room and
closed and locked the door behind him.

	Michael sighed as he gazed around the chamber. The room that he
shared with Zachary was an awful mess. Clothes were strewn all over the
floor and hung off the bureau against the east wall and the bookshelf in
the far left corner of the room. The bookshelf, of course, held no books,
but instead was stacked with rocks, stale pizza crusts, plates, cups, and
several empty bottles of wine. The bed was completely unmade and the
pillowcases and sheets hadn't been changed in over two months. Michael no
longer noticed it, but the entire room smelled strongly of sweat, mud and
the generally pungent body odour exuded by two fairly physically active
teenagers who didn't bathe much, one of which was still fairly early in the
stages of puberty. The carpet on the floor, once a very pure shade of
white, was now a sickly beige colour. The walls, painted sky blue, were
covered in fingerprints and dried semen stains. Not even the bravest maids
dared set foot in the room anymore.

	Michael didn't see Zachary, but he heard the sound of churning
water and a loud yell of, "I'm just taking a bath! I'll be out in a bit!"
from the direction of the washroom. Zachary taking a bath on his own free
will was a rarity, indeed. Michael wondered what the special occasion was.

	Walking into the bathroom, he spotted Zachary sitting in the stone
tub, surrounded by piles of frothy bubbles. His head was bent back and
resting on the wall and his eyes were closed, with a smile of contentment
creating two creases at the corner of his lips. His face and chest shone
with a film of water and his chest rose and fell with each of his soft
sighs of pleasure. Michael thought he looked gorgeous.

	Michael smiled as he tiptoed across the tiled floor and stopped
just beside Zachary's head. Leaning over the relaxing boy's face, he opened
his mouth and languidly licked his wet tongue across Zachary's glistening
lips. Without even opening his eyes, Zachary's smile became larger and he
giggled, "Hello, Mikey."

	Michael smiled and said, "Hurry up with your bath, Zac. We've got
to go to some meeting and I said we'd be there in a few minutes."

	Finally, Zachary's eyes opened and he gazed up at Michael and
nodded, "I'll be out soon, Sexy."

	Michael sat down on the rim of the tub and asked, "Why are you
taking a bath anyway? You usually have to be dragged into the tub, kicking
and screaming."

	Zachary pulled one hand up from under the water and put it on
Michael's forearm, stroking it suggestively. The young prince shook his
hand off, then stood up and laughed, "How could you think of that, with
Shawn and Bryan gone?"

	Zachary shrugged, "They're grown men and can take care of
themselves! Why should we let it stand between us and our fuck-time?"

	"Is that all you think about?" Michael giggled.

	Zachary stood up with akimbo arms and regarded Michael coyly. The
thirteen-year-old's body was glistening with water, and, below a small tuft
of brown hair, his five-and-a-half inch penis stood fully erect and
pointing at the object of its desire. Michael wasn't used to seeing a fully
clean Zachary and was even more taken by his maturing body than usual.

	"Come on in! " Zachary said, smiling and motioning with his finger,
"The water is nice and warm and the jets feel so good against your
body. Not as good as I will, though."

	Michael bit his lower lip in thought, his mind filled with
conflict. On one hand, he was trying to avoid sex with Zachary, until he
worked out whether there was any love between them. He was beginning to
feel like he should be beyond simple `sex between friends' stuff. Straight
guys did that, after all! On the other hand....

	His thoughts were interrupted by Zachary reaching out and pulling
at the waistband of Michael's denim shorts.

	"Fucking hurry up and get in here, please!" Zachary growled
impatiently.

	With a sigh, Michael reached down and helped Zachary to undo the
button on his shorts. They fell down to the wet floor as the last button
came undone and Michael quickly pulled off his gray tank top. Slightly
saddened by the less-than-sensual way that he undressed, he obediently
stepped into the basin and stood in front of Zachary.

	Zachary reached out and took Michael's hands, dragging him back
down on top of him as they sank into the water. With his back against the
basin wall, Zachary leaned his head and groaned as he reached around
Michael's body and grabbed his ass cheeks in his hands. He held Michael
tightly against him as he thrust his body against Michael's, rubbing his
stiff prick against Michael's own.

	Michael could feel his penis begin to harden as Zachary's rubbed
against it. It was much more becaus