Just how damned bad can anybody's luck be, Ari, disgruntled, asked himself. He reckoned that it was as bad as anyone's luck COULD be at the moment. His blue gaze caught Scipi's for a split second and he whispered, "I wish I had brought my pistol." Scipi eyed him as though he had grown another head: it was unthinkable that he’d shot not just one Templar, but two! They would undoubtedly be returned to the Temple School where a confession would be forced out of them and then they would be punished accordingly. What might happen beyond that was something neither one of them could bring themselves to think about. "Look, good Sirs," Scipi faltered, "we were on our way to school, but were swept off the street by the crowd." His black eyes pleaded for a break. "Hmmmph," the first grunted. "Looks to me like you were going the wrong way to begin with." His thin-lipped mouth smiled a smile that somehow failed to reach his eyes. Scipi felt a thrill of fear ripple through his body...al the way to his loins. Ari drew himself up to his most lordly height and said, "Think you my cottar and my shrike could lie? Think you he could expose me to danger?" he asked them. “It could never happen. Though if you wish you may question him more thoroughly." Scipi glared at him, black brows knitting. His expression said: thanks a whole lot. "Is this true, cottar?" The second Templar grinned, rubbing his crotch idly. Perhaps it would be productive to 'question' Scipi a little closer...just to clear things up. Still glaring at Ari, Scipi accompanied the two temple policemen to their vehicle, and climbed into the back. Ari huddled into the corner of the shuttle stop for warmth to await the return of his shrike. "Take off your clothes, boy," the first templar ordered a shivering and miserable Scipi, shrugging off his own jacket, and loosing his codpiece while the second watched in amusement. Grudgingly, Scipi did as he was told. He eyed the older man, taking note of his rippling muscles, iron gray hair, clean-shaven skin, and black piercing eyes. As with all temple police he was a prime specimen, fully human, and superbly endowed. Scipi felt his mouth begin to water as the older man forced him, naked, to his knees. The templar’s huge cock was bare and smelled freshly washed. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. Scipi took the heavy, uncut cock into his cold hands and placed the tip on his lips. The smell of the templar's manhood intoxicated him and he took the hot, pulsing tool into his mouth. He became aware that the other had knelt down behind him and was fingering his well-lubed hole curiously, probably wondering where that ass had been already this waking-day. "You and young Lord Peacemaker been making the beasty?" he asked, smelling cum. There would be Hades to pay if this was the case. "Eh, boy? Better answer up and save yourself." Scipi shook his head, absorbed in sucking the cock in his mouth. He moaned in pleasure/pain as the templar behind him forced his tool to the hilt into his well-used hole. For a moment he paused, seesawing between the two full-grown men. The first face-fucked him for only a few moments, before deciding that he wanted him on his back, legs spread. The second guard took the opportunity to fully disrobe as the black-haired boy lay on the floor and again took the first templar, straddling his chest, into his mouth. “MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM,” Scipi protested. He was still sucking hard, as the second drove his cock into his hot, stretched boyhole and began the slow, rocking motion of pleasure. "You like that, boy?" the first grinned, and then laughed at Scipi's choked reply. Of course he liked it...this young shrike was a 'modern boy' if he ever saw one. Just like HE was at his age. After just a few moments, his pulsing cock exploded in Scipi's mouth, cum dribbling down the sides of his mouth. Though the boy swallowed as fast as he could to get all of it, he still had to wipe his face. Hearing the satisfied grunts of his companion the second shot a blazing load of hot jism into the boy's well-stretched hole. Scipi lay nearly exhausted from so many encounters so close together, but was loathe to get up. "What's the matter, boy?" the first asked. He eyed Scipi's swollen young cock. "Looks like you need to unload a little yourself." Scipi moaned a little in reply. The second templar, wiping his cock, was already descending on the boy's straddle. He took Scipi's swollen, throbbing cock into his mouth and began the slow love-laps with his tongue that the boy could not resist for too long. Scipi nearly screamed at the pleasure of the man's touch. He arched his strong young back to meet his every motion, and jabbed his hard cock deep into his throat. His hips began to buck as he began to reach his pinnacle of pleasure. The other man rolled Scipi onto his side as the first sucked his cock, and began to lick the hot wounded crack between his man-mounds. His relaxed hole was leaking and quivered at the touch of that warm tongue's penetration. "Ahhhhhh, yeah!" he moaned. His strong young hands locked in the first templar's hair, as he fucked his mouth: some things his kind were expected to do for their lords were not half so bad. The second templar had replaced his tongue with a hard, prickly pleasure worm. The creature quickly slid into his hot boyhole, and began moving in a rhythmic motion. Scipi gasped: This was his first encounter with such a pleasure device. The creature, now exuding a nerve-enhancing pheromone, continued its motions until the boy could no longer stand the pleasure. Scipi screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain, and loosed his hot load into the sucking mouth of the templar. He nearly sobbed as the contractions of his hole expelled the creature and the three lay for a long time just breathing in the scent of cum and opened asshole. "Ok, boy..." the first templar said, getting to his feet. He fastened his codpiece reluctantly. "I expect you to get your lord to the temple school, preferably in one piece." He reached down and kissed Scipi full on his mouth. "You are a good boy and will make a fine spacer someday with a recommendation from Father Ranfrull here...and myself." The other templar absently kicked the exhausted pleasure worm back into its tank and grinned reassuringly at the boy. "We'll be watching you, boy. Hear? If there is ever anything you need, we'll be close-by. I think I can speak for both of us when I say you have only to ask." "Th...thank you, sirs," Scipi stammered, unsure of whether he had been threatened or promised a favor...maybe it was both. He donned his clothes with shaking hands and received a pat on his now-sensitive backside by the two templars. He climbed from the back of their vehicle, roundly cursing Ari under his breath as he made his way to the shuttle stop where the young lord was shivering with the cold. "Damn..." Ari groused. "You sure as Hades took your time. Don't you know I was freezing to death out here? Don't you know I was eyeballed by every kind of strangeoid on the street? Don't you know I could have been killed and eaten...or, even worse, eaten without being killed...?" Scipi's black eyes flamed. "Yeah, Magnifico, I know that. But if you don't shut your yap, I'll feed you to a strangeoid myself...I swear, I'll hold you whilst it eats you..." Ari's strange blue eyes widened. Scipi was instantly sorry at the spark of fear that shown in the young Noman's blue eyes. "Dammit, I'm sorry, my Lord Ari..." He hugged his young friend and lord closely, glad of his friendship. His companionship and his family's sponsorship would endow him with a fat monetary grant to the spacer's academy when he was ready to leave the Peacemaker household. IF he played his cards right. He smiled tolerantly, and attempted to adjust the ragged shawl more closely around Ari's bright head. Ari grinned back at his human friend. "Well, you can prove that devotion by getting me to the House of Mer'dath." His blue eyes took in all the time-darkened storefronts and eating hostels. His stomach growled with hunger at the smoke-borne odors of food forbidden his kind. "I'm hungry..." he said, finally. "I'm very hungry." Scipi belched, tasting cum, and the sweet remnants of his early breakfast. What a disgusting combination. He couldn't bear the thought of food at present. Their steps had taken them to yet another unknown part of the city where the well-tended cobblestones narrowed into barely passable, trash-littered alleyways. Humans and aliens of every caste and description moved unhindered, and unafraid through the streets. To be continued…
