Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 14:35:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Gift to Give - Chapter 7

	My gift, the following tale, to those that have shown their
appreciation for my other story, is certainly a work of fiction.  Even if
the manuscripts (unearthed long ago, translated and sent to me by a great
uncle) from which this story could have been taken, were true, it would
still be impossible to believe.
	As a gift to you, it is yours to do as you please.  But, let me
know if you enjoy it.
	My very good friend, and who is high on my list of those to whom
this is a gift, Dwight Wilson, has shown me up again by his quality of
editing.  I am blessed, and the story is better because of him.  Please
check out two fine works of art by him.  Read 'New Horizon's' in
'Authority' (though it is about the saving of those young one's oppressed
by authority) and Brad's Idol', in 'Adult/Youth'; the life and love of a
boy learning . . . well, you see.


	This work is dedicated to those who, having enjoyed the story they
just read here in Nifty, responded by telling the author.  We all
appreciate the feedback.  Thank you!
			Matthew Templar

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	One Gift to Give -

	The Seventh Chapter


	In the course of the long trek of jostling and bumping, shaking and
rolling, the three boys became fast friends.  They were cleaned, of course,
when the Commander had found them and smelled their stink of retched blood.
Arsalan, for that was the Commander's name, meaning 'Lion', had them thrown
into the first water of any size to clean three boys.  No one seemed to be
surprised that the wee one and ArAd had no clothes when found or after, nor
that Kamshad had shed his dainty clothes for the fresh feel of nakedness.

	On one occasion a rider approached the boy's wagon while they were
enjoying a mid afternoon exercise of their lasting power of creating
pleasure at the hands of each other.

	"It is commanded that you be brought to the lord, your master for
this night, Kamshad.  Get on my steed before we are both punished."

	It seemed odd to the wee one that Kamshad stammered as though this
was not usual. The grin he gave upon leaving was weak and left a bad
feeling in his younger friend.  As he was placed on the horse in front of
the soldier, Kamshad's face showed concern as though he was not looking
forward to the evening ahead.  The littlest lover looked at the face of
ArAd to see the same worried look for their new friend.

	While food and drink was in abundance, their need for their friend
and concern for his safety grew.  There was little romance in their fitful
sleep that night.  They slept as one, formed together with one so small
within the nesting place he loved so much, held warm and secure by his
older lover, ArAd.  But even in the perfection of their closeness, they
were often interrupted by the sounds that their new little lover may be
returning.

	As light began to dawn, they looked out to see the soldier that had
recognized the twin's sword when they arrived.  ArAd called to him and
asked if Kamshad was returning from his lord's soon.  A surprised look fell
over the handsome face of the bold man and he asked their meaning.  No more
than a sentence or two were given concerning Kamshad's placement on the
other soldier's horse, when the man yelled something that neither boy
recognized as anything but anger.  Then he stopped in his tracks, turned
and rode away as fast as lightning.

	It seemed like hours had passed, for the sun was up in the sky
behind them and the heat was raining down.  The two worried boys lay side
by side, feeding dates to each other and drawing on each others naked
bodies, moving the sweat around and waiting for word of their friend.  The
littlest lover could bear the waiting no longer and fell upon ArAd with his
arms around his older lover's neck and cried to release his pent up sorrow.
ArAd hugged his little love tight to him and wept with him.

	The jolt of the wagon stopping knocked them over and caused a shout
from them, such was their surprise.  A flap of the covering was thrown back
and a small, frail boy was lowered into their waiting arms by the soldier
they soon grew to count as their close friend.

	"He is sore and in some shock, but has not been violated in back,
so it seems.  Two of my guards have sacrificed their lives to be with him
this night in total disregard to the orders of the lords.  Their pricks are
buried in the sand and they will be found wandering, sightless, in this
heat until their wounds drain their life blood from them.  I doubt if this
will happen again.  Should another come for him or you, shout my name and I
will be here.  No one but myself or my Commander will see you from this
wagon henceforth.  Do you know my meaning, young hero?"

	"Well, do you call me hero?" ArAd asked, flabbergasted by this
mighty warrior calling the young boy a hero.  "I, I . . .Yes, sir!  I know
your words and will heed them."  And the man turned his horse to leave
them.  "But your name.  What is your name, my friend and protector, that we
may call it out?"

	"Ha ha!  I am Emad, confident one and your protector; that much is
certain."  He gave them a look at his smile and then, was gone.  The wagon
jolted again and rolled as the two boys ministered to the boy in their
arms.  He lay as limp as a soaked reed, a wilted flower.  He had some
bruising around his mouth and some nasty lines of red on his back and the
cheeks of his buttocks.  They tried to be as gentle as they could as they
rubbed their hands over every possible inch of the softest skin they had
ever touched.  They looked to see if any had actually been torn or there
was bleeding.  When ArAd held Kamshad close to him in his lap, it allowed
the wee one to look close at his mid-section to see if there was any damage
to the boy's precious package.

	As delicate hands slid along the smooth, hairless youth, the
youngest giggled and raised his head to look into the faces before him. A
look of confusion was on the face of ArAd and a smile on that of their new
lover, Kamshad.  The little one directed ArAd's eyes down to the lap of
their friend to see the reason for such happiness in the one so small.
There was the post of hardened love poking up at the wee one, enticed by
the love they showed him and the care they bestowed on him.  The smaller
boy knelt closer and tongued joyously at the boy's lovely tool, soon taking
it into his mouth and savoring his friend's essence.

	"Ah-h-h!  Yes!  Oh, yes, my little love.  You give so much with
your whole being.  I love your soft warmth on me."

	ArAd was soon keen to join in too and began to rub tiny ringed nubs
on the chest of the one he hugged to himself.  Coos and moans became the
language of Kamshad as the mutual work of the two lovers was bringing him
to a boiling point.  ArAd was concerned that he was getting too much
pleasure, for his own tool was hardening and forcing its way into the
cleavage of Kamshad's buttocks.  But if he allowed it to straighten as it
seemed it was intending on its own, he would soon be investigating the
depths of the young lover's canal of the most intimate love.  He could not
suffer that on this boy, whose life was so abused just this very night.  He
raised Kamshad slightly to move it to one side. But Kamshad pushed back,
not allowing his older lover's hand to release the strain on his tight
pucker.

	"Please, ArAd, my love, do not move it from its destiny, its
intended course.  I need to feel you close."

	"But, my tender boy it will likely . . . ."

	"And I count on it finding its way to my depths, sweet love.  It is
what I want."

	"But, have you ever been, that is, has your . . ."

	"I look forward to you being my first true man within my very
deepest center of love.  Please do not keep your most precious love from
me, I beg.  But wait!"  Kamshad brought both hands to the cheeks of the wee
one's face, still suckling with great joy on the love staff in his mouth.
When his head was up and he looked into the smiling face of the target of
his love efforts, Kamshad asked him,

	"Sweetness supreme, I have asked your lover to enter me from behind
to fill a need in me that I cannot explain.  I would not want to take from
you that which is yours forever.  It must be with your blessing that I
proceed.  I love you both so very much.  To have you both making love to
every part of me, after this night from hell, I cannot think of a more
perfect gift for me to ease the thoughts I bear from my transgressors."

	ArAd was in the place now that the sounds filling his ears meant
nothing to him.  But this was not a bad thing at the moment, for he was far
more concerned about the last word he did understand and how, in the
exciting lust-filled moment, he was going to accomplish Kamshad's command
of 'Wait!'  His staff was growing stronger and harder, longer and pressing
against the door of the love in his arms.  He felt little control and his
face scrunched and turned to try to abide by the impossible wishes of the
one whose entrance was about to be plundered by his rampant rod.  But his
understanding of what was being communicated between the two younger lovers
was evident to his heart when he saw the beginning of a smile from his
youngest love of all.

	The wee one was so excited by the news from Kamshad that he smiled.
The thought of ArAd nestled deeply into the bowels of Kamshad was so
natural and loving, so unique to their hearts and love that he gave
permission to Kamshad graciously and with great love.  His smile was the
seal to make way for ArAd to enter this pact of love for all there to
partake.  Just as his smile was beaming its brightest, Kamshad, the
benefactor of such love was overcome by its magnificence.  And, as he was
swept into the wave of love caused by such a wonderful smile, he fell into
a peace and relaxation that made his whole body shudder and twitch.  He
felt as though, without being touched right then, that his climax had come.
But he knew nothing of the greater joy that was about to afford his very
being with feelings unimaginable.

	The smallest lover saw two faces receiving his love through his
greatest smile and then, as one, their faces popped into the look of such
surprise and then, such ecstasy, that he laughed at their obvious joy
engulfed in love by the connection between them.

	The wee one could not know of such a surprise or feeling as the
love of ArAd popping into the insides of Kamshad at the instance of the
epitome of such a smile.  They both fell back to savor the glorious luxury
of their union.  Neither had an inkling of the tremendous feelings savored
in this way, having never been partakers of either role of this magnitude
of affection.  So it was with total lack of experience and yet with great
intuition that they moved together.  Their rhythm was absolute.  Their
precision was perfect.  So slow and sweet was their movement together, so
total were the exquisite feelings of completeness, that they were unaware
of a world beyond their touching, gyrating bodies.  A gasp from Kamshad
signaled that the wee one's mouth had returned to its joyous giving,
sucking with all fury to advance their love making to a supreme level.

	The heat of the day only added to their own intense flames and
lubricated their joining places by the natural flow of their young living
juices.  Kamshad tried to guide the younger one to a place where he could
be ministered to as well, but the wee one, in his devotion to the
completion of such an overwhelming bond between his two beautiful loves,
would have nothing of it for himself; for he was complete too, in knowing
that they were lost in the feelings of this deep, deep investment in each
other.

	The sounds in that space became so poignant, so ominously beautiful
in their song that, as they grew in timber and strength, their outcome was
of a joy all its own.  Then two screams, were heard as one in unison of
mind and body, fused by a physical bond and a mental weaving as well.
Their sounds carried their union over the whole interior of their wagon and
brought such happiness to the wee one that he pounced once more, received
his small gift from the core of his Kamshad and then, exhausted and
content, they laid back to glow in the reality of the investment of their
three-way bond of love.

	Sleep overcame the three naked, soaked boys; gentle sleep, a gift
given as reward for their work of love for one another.  Restful, healing
sleep was given to Kamshad, able to forget his night of abusive men.
Thankful, relaxed slumber for the two lovers whose worries could only be
quenched by the time they were given with their pretty Kamshad, more
mistress than boy, yet a bold lover of all men.

	They enjoyed an intimate day, reclining in each other's arms,
laying in tangled joy of exquisite feelings, touching and petting that
which was closest.  No regard for time or task, just feeling each other.
Kamshad and ArAd were caught whispering, away from the little one in a way
that would make one feel a part from them.  But the wee one had no ill
thoughts of the ones he loved so dearly so he could only think of their
hearts that needed to be one for a moment.  But the result of such secrets
engulfed the little naked body of boyhood with all encompassing love and
stroking and rubbings and touches, so much so that his highest, most
overcoming climax was upon him, in the shortest time, yet of the greatest
magnitude.

	As he lay helpless, after such a show of their love for him, they
giggled and played with his body until his strength was such that he could
jump on them to wrestle and play away another hour of the day.

	And that wonderful day, a day that had started with a growing fear
for one they loved, had become a day of love.  But it had also set the mark
for the coming days, as that which they would attempt to accomplish or
strive to surpass.  For their trip was long and soon turned into weeks, and
then months.

	Oh, there was much stopping and helping with the needs of the men
and animals that aided in the journey of their lords.  But the perfection
of their time in their wagon was never to be matched.  When one of them
would take ill the two would minister to the needs of the one to see him to
health again.  As rare as it was, the joy at such a recovery only increased
their passion and loving.  Much humor, with abundant laughing was heard
constantly, outside of the tented vehicle of their love, until the sounds
turned to muffled, slurping, wet sounds, ending in sweet screams that
brought laughter to their driver and those enjoying such youthful sounds of
sexual pleasures.

	At some point of time in that new world of theirs, their friend,
the soldier would appear and ride within their moving abode to enjoy the
delights of their youth, eating and conversing, laughing and jesting with
the three comrades.  He became as important to them as any father, or older
brother would have wanted.  His joy in them gave them such delight and they
were blessed by his devotion to them.

	Their joy was made stronger when they were gifted by a visit from
their two favorite visions of manly beauty.  The flap of their moving home
was pulled back and the hearty and unmistakable laughs of Hami and Hesam
could be heard.  The one so small leapt from the tangle of arms and legs in
which he was engaged, sprang over the hot flesh that had surrounded him and
flung himself at the sound that his ears had been missing for some weeks.
Arms were opened to receive their young friend and were soon assaulted by
the love of their ArAd, too.  Tears washed away what false pride ArAd may
have tried to retain; for, a man, after all, having turned fifteen just
before that time, would not cry.  But their joy was too strong to let such
laws of human ignorance, the kind that would ignore the love that bubbled
within a man's heart, to deny them their emotions.

	Of course, after assailing their handsome twins to the floor of
their wagon, with the wettest kisses and the sweatiest hugs, both of the
younger boys had to inspect the shoulder of their wounded hero and hear of
their rescue by the trusted and brave four that were sent by the commander.
Then they heard the stories of the two bold soldiers being taken to a
hidden city to mend for some time; mend not only the wounds that they
sustained to protect their sweet innocents, in their arms just then, but to
mend the time that they were physically apart from each other, though they
lay in separate beds, so near one another.  They would not tell the
specifics of their reunion of love with each other, except to tell the two
wide-eyed boys that they were resigned to heal again, after their first
week together again.  This brought loud guffaws and robust laughter from
both boys, who were so content to roll in the mighty arms of their chiseled
friends, more gods to them each time they met them.  Then they all turned
to hear more laughter from nearby.

	The twins were then introduced to Kamshad, who all but drooled the
day away, ingesting the sights of the two robust young men and witnessed
their show of love for the two he loved also.  He was quickly included in
their lives and stories and found his seat, soon enough, in the lap of
Hami, enjoying the warmth of a man that was the essence of all things
manly, as was his likeness, Hesam.  The others laughed in the beginning,
when his swoonings would sound like the girl that the wee one saw long ago,
coming over the top of the bags in the wagon, in gaudy garb.  His stories
made the time fly by too.  But the presence of these men and their exchange
with all three boys brought out a different desire in the fair Kamshad.  He
tried to emulate his newest friends, his example in that task being his
lovely ArAd, sitting so straight and handsome like a grown man, until a
jolt of laughter would rock him over in merriment, like the child he still
was.  Kamshad watched and knew he was one with them, finally posing tall
and showing off muscles abundant, in his imagination anyway, up and down
his glistening naked body, much to the encouragement and amusement of those
he loved so dearly.  ArAd finally reached over to take his favorite muscle
in his hot palm and pull Kamshad to him.  All laughed when they wrestled to
another frenzy of hot, wet lustful fun.

	All too soon, promises were made, in the growing darkness and,
after meals were enjoyed, bringing such a wonderful day to an end, to
return often to fill their need for one another and their love that only
grew stronger.

	More time passed of endless travel, around cities, through lush,
fruited lands and the inevitable dry desert.  Stops along their quest
brought them into contact with the peoples of the lands in which they
moved.  These were seldom and meant that each naked traveler was required
to present himself with respect for their host's ways.  Clothes!  At least
a long smock was needed.  This was actually for their safety as well, as
was the constant shadow of their warrior friend.  These times were rare,
though.  Mostly, they traveled along, carried by their home on wheels.

	At some time, after a day of play and antics, roughness and, oh
yes, a pleasure or two, they found themselves exhausted, wet with their own
sweat and loving reminders of the sexual play they had enjoyed; far too
lazy to clean each other.  The wagon stopped and their wonderful friend
entered and called to them.  They presented themselves in a state so weak
and sloppy of love juices that it caused their soldier to bend over in
laughter.  They cared not that he knew the tasks that caused their looks,
for he had witnessed their love at the rare times when he was not able to
invoke order in the humping, rutting boys, set on their goal of love's
ultimate explosion.

	"You might think that, either your love would finally drain itself
of a need for such endless behavior or your little pricklets would drop
beside the wagon, worn off by your constant escapades of loving."  Well, be
assured that this was the funniest words that three naked boys had ever
heard, expressed by laughter and rolling around on each other in their
padded vehicle.  They sounded as though they would never recover, so silly
was their exhibition, until,

	"The lords have called for you."  It was said just above a whisper,
but the words met their mark of one whose ears had heard those words
before, words that brought him to his knees.

	"Wait and hear this, my loves," said Kamshad, moving closer to his
guardian and protector.  "Wait and hear his words."  The wee one and ArAd
raised their heads and saw the look of concern on the two faces of their
more experienced travelers.  They saw Kamshad walk up to their friend with
a pleading look.  "You jest not, my big friend, for this was your promise.
You would call on me and provide me the safety I needed should they need
me.  My time has come then?"

	"Your words are true, my little friend," said the one they trusted.
His name was Behnam, for he was a reputable man, with a trustworthy heart.
He reached down and picked up his ward, Kamshad, who, despite the promise,
found his heart weakening, as were his knees, at the news of such a
confrontation.  By now, the two boys who loved their Kamshad were by the
side of their soldier and that of their lover, stroking him to acknowledge
what support they could avail.  "But there is more, for the lords know of
what goes on in this den of boyish favors and loving and have called for,
not just you, Kamshad, but for these beautiful boys as well."

	Silence at this news was followed by moans from the two whose time
had come.  Behnam set Kamshad down and picked up the wee one as Kamshad
hugged ArAd, whose body had given up all expectations of every standing
straight again, taking his lover down with him when he fell.  Lying over
the older boy, Kamshad smiled as he tried to assure his loves.

	"I'm sure this time will be of the finest, uh, finest type
imaginable.  I'm also sure that they will be as gentle as my own love was
when his love was driven to my very center.  Oh, I'm, uh, I'm very sure.
What say you about this meet, our friend?"  He tried to twist up to see the
soldier standing near, holding the smallest boy in tender care.
Realization jumped into the head of one older boy and caused that boy
himself to jump to his feet, hands on naked hips and looked down on his
friend of novice experience.

	"You're sure!  You're sure?  Do you mean, it is certain, or that
you know not, having never been before the lords before this moment?  Speak
to ease our minds, Kamshad.  Assure us of our tasks this night, having been
through them before."

	"Oh, did I say that I HAD been there?  Oh, well, I may have made
some slight claim, and there was a dance with others once, but what could
be of concern, when they are such noble and scholarly . . . ."

	"What?!?" shrieked ArAd.  "You know not?  We go to our deaths,
split in two by their insertions, should they desire, left as rags, if they
please, used to . . . used to . . . to be used for whatever time we last
until they are done with our ravaged bodies and move to fresh ones at their
bidding!  You're sure?"

	The wee one had his eyes on the two boys who completed his love.
The words were not all clear yet to his mind, as well as he had learned
this tongue so far.  Yet, the looks and antics of ArAd, so stern, and that
of Kamshad so meek, having crawled to ArAd and reached up to him
dramatically, drew a smile and a heart that seemed lighter by their
actions, somehow.  Then he felt his naked bottom jiggling, the arm under
him moving so.  Soon he turned to see his comforter trying without success
to hold back his laughter.  Finally, Behnam's laugh burst out, causing all
other movements to stop and boy's heads to turn.

	"You mock us in our time of travail, our friend?  How is it that
our lives, soon to be snuffed, are your source for humor?"

	"No, my boys.  Fear not.  Our lords are magnificent men of the
greatest honor and respect.  They had asked for the fair nightingale of the
colorful dance so long ago, and heard of some of your stories.  Their
request is to give them the pleasure of . . . ."

	"See?  We are to be used and . . . ."  ArAd had come up to the side
of Behnam, dragging along Kamshad who was fastened by his hands, to the
bare leg of his lover.

	"You can be so cute, handsome ArAd.  Even the leach attached to you
is cute.  My arms too, are full of the cutest of cute, indeed," said
Behnam, holding up his cargo of beautiful, laughing boy, then clasping him
tight to his chest again.  "You are to be used to dine and drink and laugh
and do that which is most pleasing for you.  Your needs, ha, even your
whims will be met beyond your imagination, if what I have been told is only
half true."  Then he started in his laughter again, for before him were two
stunned boys, caught in the words of wonderful times and happenings, soon
to be tasted by the three young lovers.

	"Prepare boys!  Make your hard little asses move.  Clean your
retched though beautiful bodies and dress this instant in your finest wear.
We would not want tardiness to be your calling when you come before such
men as your masters."

	As if on queue, the sides of their abode were gone to present them
with several young boys with hanging clothes of the most wonderful styles
and materials.  Clothes that ArAd had only heard of and the wee one never
even imagined existed.  And trinkets and jewelry that any prince would
envy, all laid out for them to choose from.  Even as their eyes went wild
for these things, their way was being laid out.

	Each boy was set between two young boys, stripped of their light
tunics to wash their wards.  Much fun was made of their cleaning as boys
groped and slid along each other, a soapy film gliding young, smooth bodies
into all cracks and crevasses, exploring hands seeking the gasps that told
of their pleasure.  Soon each of the three sets of laughing boys were
shining clean and sticking out in the most sensual of places.

	Never before had the six assistants been allowed to enjoy
themselves as that day, being at the beck and call of the men whose humor
was found in the taunting and humiliation of their young aides.  This was
indeed the first that they were able to talk and laugh at ease for any
length of time.  As the nine beauties crawled their way up, onto the wagon
again, they slipped and played and made their contact the most sensual of
all, all boys being in need of relief as often as possible.  But it took
the promises of Behnam that they could return before they all separated,
breathing hard and ready for another wash.

	Assisted again by their much jollier new mates, the two older boys
picked the smartest, most stylish britches and shirts that would express
their manliness.  Indeed, as handsome as Arad looked, the young Kamshad
looked as good, a young man now, unmistakable in his demeanor, though his
giggle tended to give way to his feminine side, much to the delight of all
who heard him.  His blush was the sweetest of all.

	The one so small wanted those clothes too but when placed over his
head, the shirt dropped over his naked chest and shoulders and fell to the
floor.  His smile told those who aided him of the fun of the moment, just
to be pampered and groomed.  What a treat for the wee one and, having
witnessed his gorgeous countenance in the process of his grin, his two new
friends and young assistants glowed in the warmth that invaded every part
of their still naked bodies.  Much cajoling and laughter was heard amongst
the other six boys until just the right clothes were decided upon.  The
smallest of all nine boys, even there, was beyond caring what his
appearance would reveal to his new masters.  He was content to know that he
felt comfortable and proud in the woven tunic, tied with a smart gold chain
of the finest craftsmanship; almost a thread of strong metal to bind his
pleasures away from curious eyes.  He was presented with sandals of the
softest leather that were wound, lovingly, up his calf and tied.  They also
were fitted with the same gold chain to accent his thin but well
proportioned legs.  Life had been good for one so small and his size was
increasing in everyway; his strength, his height, oh, and the size of the
pleasure pole he bore, ready as ever to share with others that wanted to
play.  Two naked assistants giggled with glee as they swatted at the hard
offender that tried to push away the soft cloth to expose itself to its
lustful desires.  The wee one blushed as his lovers looked back and saw his
problem.  While they joined the giggling throng of the others, they were
also warmed by the vision before them.  Concentration finally failed when
it was called upon to quench the thirst in them for his beautiful being.

	When Behnam witnessed the salute of the three boys he called to one
small boy aid and, clasping his naked shoulder, leaned down and whispered
to him softly.  The small boy blushed and ran to the far end of the wagon,
over many other bags and through laughing, raucous boys, to his goal.
There he found a light wooden box, sealed, that he brought to his elder.
Behnam told the boy to stay close as he used his knife to break the seal of
such a finely made box.  Inside he pulled forth three wisps of string;
barely visible yet clearly woven into a netted triangle with ties on either
side.  Each looked as though their colorful treads were matched with silver
or gold threads to make them gleam in the afternoon's light.  Two small
hands came up to be placed under the threads, as though a slight wind would
blow them away.  Behnam placed three pieces, one made of gold, one of
silver and the last of a pearl-like thread that shown as though on fire,
changing in color as it was moved from hand to small hand.  His orders
clear, the little boy went first to ArAd's aid and handed him the one of
gold, then to Kamshad's aid to receive the silver one.  But when he came to
the smallest, he knelt and presented the threads at his charge's feet.  All
three boys looked on their handsome hero with confusion.  In front of each
was a small boy whose hands bore two rings of thin woven thread coming to a
web of the slightest size.

	"Ha ha!  My fair ones, so beautiful are you in all ways imaginable.
Let these thongs hold from the sight of your hosts your beautiful cocklets
of love.  ArAd and Kamshad, drop your pants and leave them.  Step into each
ring presented here and allow your young boys to assist you one last time."

	And that is what happened.  They put one foot, then another, into
the rings and then felt almost nothing except the warm, sensual hands of
their aids, pulling the threads up to their thin hips.  Their faces glowed
from such wonderful feelings, so gentle were the ones that were growing to
love these boys they helped.  Blushes again grew bright red as the three
were washed in waves of pleasure; all this because of the boys that touched
them and the threads that bore their boyhoods tight into the pouches of the
finest webbed lace.  Each, as one, looked to see if they were being
tricked, for they felt nothing but a secure feeling, trimmed by a band of
silky goodness around each ass cheek and meeting within their sensual
crevasse between their legs.

	All of the boys around them stood back to feast hungry eyes on the
pure, smooth skin of their three beautiful boys.  They were as proud as
they were stiff, that they were responsible for such fine looking specimens
of young male loveliness.  Even Behnam was caught adjusting his tented
tunic at the sight of these young ones.  If their lords and masters knew to
lift away their togs to expose such a delightfully sensual sight as these
before him, they would ban clothes on boys forever.

	A trumpet was heard some distance away; one that they knew to mean
a meeting was taking place in the largest of the wagons.  Behnam snapped
out of his euphoria and made them quickly don britches again, then kneel to
be combed and scented lightly.  As they left to meet their lords, six boys
cuddled together, seated on the soft cushioned floor of their new mates
abode, enjoying, at first, the beauty of the vision before them.  But let
it be known that, as soon as the four males, Behnam and three smart looking
boys, left their midst and flaps were drawn down, six boys were soon one
chain of hot slurping, sucking, rutting golden flesh, alive again and free
for the time to enjoy the passion brought on by a love for boys like
themselves.

	But joy was not in the minds of the two older boys, who, if not on
the way to their demise, it would certainly not be pleasure of the kind
they sought, that was for sure.  Dancing with others was one small task,
but the meeting face to face of these great men was enough to terrify
Kamshad and ArAd, as they rode together on their steed.  The littlest boy
looked over with glee at his friends.  He felt the chuckles of his soldier
holding him in his lap, looking at the two nervous boys.  The wee one
leaned back into his friend to enjoy the early evening's breeze.  Even the
very worst of possibilities could not dissuade him of the new experiences
to which he was so looking forward.


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This ends the Seventh Chapter of One Gift To Give
I hope you are enjoying it so far

To be continued with The Eighth Chapter
We are very near the conclusion.