Chapter 3

That same night Lord Medora was sitting at the bedside seemingly waiting for him to come to bed. He never used to do that. He usually just told him to go to sleep and then laid down turning his broad back at him and Seka would swiftly shed his clothing and slid down beside him. They would lay back to back tuck up in pelts of their own. But now he sat there, naked but for the loincloth and just looked at him. He had said just before that they were going to go to sleep now but it seemed something else was going on. "Aren’t you going to get undressed?" He asked but it sounded a hell of a lot more like an order to Seka. He hesitated but obeyed slowly pulling the coarse shirt over his head and easing the trousers to the ground. He was all the time painfully aware of the fact that Lord Medora was staring intently at him while he was doing this and it embarrassed him. He stood at the middle of the tent clad only in the loincloth very unsure of what to do next. Lord Medora still sat at the bedside and how could he lay down if he wasn’t going to move out of the way? Did he mean for him to lay down somewhere else all of a sudden? He would gladly do so if this awkward moment would just pass. Medora waved at him to come closer though and he reluctantly did so. Now his master had been playfully twisting his hands around something and coming closer he saw what it was. It was a piece of a thin rawhide thong. He didn’t have to ponder for long what he needed that for. "Give me your hands!" Medora ordered simply and showed with his own hands how he wanted it. Seka obeyed very slowly. He really did not want to do that but couldn’t think of a single way to avoid it without getting hurt. Medora was fast in winding the thong around his thin wrists then and with a rather forceful tug he fastened the knot hard. Seka’s hands was neatly trussed up and tied and he realized at once that there was no way he could get loose if Medora would not release him. He didn’t understand this at all. He didn’t look angry or even cold and he was pretty sure he really had done nothing the last few hours that would require a punishment. Had he done something earlier? Maybe some days ago even that was now remembered? But why now then, close to bedtime? No, he didn’t understand but it sure did scare him. Should he plead? But he didn’t know what to plead for. Should he ask to be told what was going on? No, he’d better not, better to stay silent. Medora could well sense his fear but said nothing to comfort him at this moment. He would eventually but in the meantime a little fear could not hurt him. He’d be better of not getting too cocksure about things. Instead of explaining he rose from the bedside and went into a corner of the tent fetching a spear. The boy startled as he saw it, all color disappearing from his face. "Don’t worry…" Medora smiled. "If I wanted to kill you I’d use a smaller weapon…" Then what was the spear for? Seka was now a victim of total bewilderment. Medora leaned over the bed still holding on to the spear and threw the pelts aside then he turned to Seka and told him to lie down on his back. Seka did what he was told without hesitation this time. Seemed a pretty bad idea to be slow in obeying orders given by an armed man while you yourself was bound and helpless. He lay down, staring into the tent’s roof trying to not shake so much, trying not to start to cry. He had to bite his cheeks not to scream though when Lord Medora started to raise the spear at him. He had said he wouldn’t kill him but it sure seemed like he was anyway. "I told you," Medora said seeing the boy getting that panicky look in his eyes, "I will not hurt you! Just be still or you might hurt yourself though!" He put the long sharp blade of the spear to his crotch and very carefully he eased the blade under his tied hands, got the shaft between them and started to lift them upwards. Seka did still not understand a thing, what was he doing? Medora turned to stand at the head of the bed and with a mighty shove drove the spear into the ground. Now Seka understood but it didn’t make him feel any easier. His hands were now pinned securely above his head at the head of the bed. Given enough time he would maybe be able to get on his feet and slid his hands over the butt end of the spear’s shaft. But lying like this his hands were immobilized and Medora would have ample time to pull him back down would he try to move. He didn’t though. So the spear was not for killing him, he wasn’t a bit relieved. Anything could still happen to him. Medora walked around him until he reached the other end of the bed staring at him and smiling. "Now, will you behave or do I have to tie your legs down as well?" He asked. Seka gasped, that would indeed rend him totally helpless and the thought filled him with panic. He shook his head frantically. "All right then but I do expect you to behave. If you don’t I will tie your feet as well." He didn’t doubt that. He closed his eyes and prayed this punishment would be soon over and that whatever he was about to do to him wouldn’t hurt too much. He could still not believe other than that this must be some sort of punishment for something he had done but forgot. He got rather surprised to say the least when he felt the bed sway under the pressure of Medora’s muscle heavy body as he simply climbed into bed too and laid down beside him. He lay at his side, his head resting in his right hand, the left lazily pert on his hip. He just lay there looking at him. Seka looked the other way but he could feel his stare never the same and when he cast some fleeting looks in his direction he could see that he indeed must not be angry. He smiled amused at him, but not mean but friendly. "Comfortable?" He asked teasingly. Seka didn’t answer this but ventured a question of his own. "Please Sir… I mean no disrespect but… what have I done?" Medora laughed, it was almost a giggle. "You haven’t done anything. But you sure are guilty of something… guilty of tempting me…" Seka was wondering if this wasn’t yet a "sign" but dared not follow that trail of thoughts to its end. Medora seemed to be waiting for him to make a comment to that. He sure didn’t know what to say but ventured another pleading question. "I don’t understand Master… Am I being punished?" Medora went serious now. "No, you are not. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you believe me? Don’t you trust me? No, why would you? I understand you are afraid but there really is no reason." "But why this?" He asked and indicated his bound hands over his head with his eyes. Medora smiled again. "Oh that… Tell me, what do you feel being tied like this as opposed to not being restrained in any way?" Seka went blank for a few seconds, what kind of a question was that? How he felt? Well, he guessed he knew what he felt and what the difference was but he sure as hell didn’t want to relate his emotions to this man. He stared demandingly at him though. Seemed he really wanted to know. "It feels… It scares you because you lose control… knowing that what ever will happen to you, you can’t do anything about it… And if you are tied then it’s not likely that it is something good that is about to happen to you…" "Ah but you can never know that for sure…" Medora said quizzically and urged him to continue. "…And it is very humiliating Sir…" He continued with a pleading tone of voice as if asking him to please release him. Why wouldn’t he? He was not going to punish him. Then it was just some game that amused him. It was really very humiliating. "…It’s very degrading… makes you feel like an animal…" He whispered. "Well," Medora said using a voice that was not without empathy, "legally you are an animal. There’s nothing that separates you from my dog or my horse other than my willingness to treat you a bit differently from them." Oh, not that much differently Seka thought bitterly. "So it would be right to assume that you feel more like a slave being tied up or chained than when you are not?" Seka was worried, was these questions meant to fool him into a trap earning him a punishment after all. "I know my place now Sir, I am not forgetting it." "I know you are not, no one could have that bad of a memory. That’s not what I meant. I meant deep inside you…" Seka pondered this for a moment. "I guess so…" He finally agreed. "A physical reminder like this do play with your mind I guess Sir. It’s hard to deny slavery when… when your chained like a dog…" Medora smiled at him as if he had done something really good. "See, that’s what I am after, not to hurt you." He turned serious. "It’s time I let you know something boy. I did really save you from the axe only because I wanted to take you to my bed. I liked your looks, you are really very pretty and I thought you were younger. Do you understand what that means?" Somewhere inside he was afraid he did but he denied it. Though an icy cold swept through him and his stomach knotted up he shook his head at that question. "I took you here to have sex with you, that was the only reason!" Seka just stared at him. That was the truth for you, thrown in his face without beating around the bush. There was no way he could deny hearing that, there was no way he could not understand it. Inexperienced he might be but he knew well what that word meant. No way to misunderstand. But he still didn’t get it. "But… but we are both…men…" He whispered feebly almost not able to press these words out. Medora laughed. "Well, I know I am, as for you… Well let’s just say that you are not a girl. That’s true but so what of it? Where I come from it is common for men to take boys to their beds. It’s a rather nice change from women. Women, one can’t stand the thought of living without them but boys are as spice on meat – you want some spice now and then…" Seka was shocked to say the least. If Lord Medora had unnatural desires like that he would at least have expected him to be somewhat ashamed of it or trying to hide it but he said it was commonly done. What kind of land was his country? "It… it’s not common here Sir…" He said firmly. "It’s not?" Medora mocked surprise. "No Sir… It’s not, I’ve never heard of… It’s never…" he felt himself go red now by the shame and embarrassment of even talking of such things and he felt he was near crying and even forgot to be scared about the fact that his speech had been both angry and indignant. Medora just laughed at him though which made him even more indignant. Of course his anger was to laugh at. It was as toothless as an old dog. "Do you really think I care the least what was done or not done in your little insignificant village? And I do hope for your own sake that you don’t think for a moment that I care what you think of this!" He did start to cry then, couldn’t help it. "Please Sir I couldn’t… I don’t… I’ve never… " Medora hushed him. "Take it easy you don’t make much sense. You have never what?" He turned a crimson red and regretted revealing that much. This was more humiliating than anything he’d been through here had been so far. He refused to answer, just turned his face away. Medora now laughed boisterously. "Don’t tell me you’ve never touched a girl?" He laughed and the slave’s even deeper red hue told him the answer better than words. He didn’t force him to answer then and managed finally to repress his mirth and turn somewhat serious. "Well you didn’t exactly look the worldly cynic but I didn’t think you were that innocent… It’s all right boy, it’s nothing to be ashamed of." Seka though felt his pride had got the total death stroke and since he wasn’t all that prepared to give up all traces of it yet he felt the need to defend this matter of fact a bit. "I had no means, I owned nothing, what girls would look twice at a man that could give them nothing…" He almost screamed. Medora smiled "Calm down boy. I understand. It’s not so strange, only well brought up farm girls there ha? No sex out of wedlock and their families would never give them to the village beggar ha? I understand. It’s not your fault and I do believe they must have looked at you more than twice for sure. How could they have resisted? I couldn’t." Seka looked at him in amazement. He understood? He didn’t feel contempt at his lack of manliness? Maybe he was only mocking him but he did look serious. He couldn’t refrain from believing that he wasn’t mocking him, he needed that right now. "I’ll tell you what. If you comply with me here there is a very good chance of me keeping you, and when we get home I’ll take you to places where you can get to know as many girls as you like and they are used to everything. They will teach you well. They will not be as stuck up as those farm girls and they will sure as hell be much prettier than those clumsy cows. Believe me you will get to know girls but first you will get to know men." This sounded a lot like Lord Medora’s way of being friendly and Seka did appreciate it because he knew he didn’t have to be. And he must admit that the picture he had painted up with the girls did sound very promising. But all these words didn’t change the fact that he felt very awful about this. He had maybe never got to touch a girl but he knew well sexual desire. What boys his age did not? He knew what feelings were supposed to arise in you. He knew the reactions the body went through. He knew of the heat that would run through your body, the light spinning of your head. The dull ache in your loins and the swelling of your organ. He knew what to do to get what release he could in his loneliness. But he knew as well that the whole of this process did only come about in the connection with girls. Him looking at them, fantasizing about them. Never had he looked at boys or men like that or dreamt of them and felt those things. The thought had never struck him at all. He knew for sure that he would not be able to feel anything like that with Lord Medora. Even so he wasn’t sure Medora even wanted that. It was likely to assume that he would be most concerned about his own satisfaction. His would not be of any importance he understood as much. But how could he help Lord Medora with that? He had no idea what a man possibly could do to another man, or have done to him. He knew well where the male organ was to fit in a girl but on man? A man had no hole to receive another man, right? He didn’t understand anything but was disgusted by it all. "But I can’t see how…" He began to protest again but Medora put a finger to his lips silencing him. He didn’t talk either now, either to reassure him or explain. He didn’t remove his finger either, he let it trace the shape of his lips and then he leaned over him and pressed his own lips on his. Seka tried to get away but didn’t succeed. His head was pinned between his arms and the little leeway he had was taken away from him as Medora held his chin. He didn’t like the feeling of the big man leaning over him and certainly didn’t want to lock lips with him but at least it didn’t hurt. Medora had not his soft skin, his short beard pricked his cheeks, but his lips were in any case soft and warm. Medora stopped rather soon though and smiled at him, shaking his head. "One can tell you sure don’t kiss much. Don’t be so stiff. Part your lips a bit and follow my movements." He tried again and Seka tried to do as he had said. Their lips locked tighter and Medora was very gently, but with an undertow of greed, sucking at his lips. This was not very comfortable Seka thought and he didn’t like it but he thought that if this was the worst of it he could stand it for a while. Though he would soon learn this was far from all. Seka could feel signs in Lord Medora of the same kind of desire he felt towards girls. He could sense his breathing becoming heavier and he could feel his heart beat faster. It scared him but he tried to relax, nothing he could do being tied like this and maybe it would soon be over? It didn’t use to take him very long, he thought. Medora was bent on taking it slow though and the boy seemed calm so far. He let his tongue start to explore his mouth. He felt him stiffen as he shoved it into his mouth but still he didn’t react to it. He let go of his chin then and let the hand trace over his chest. Feeling the incredible smoothness of his hairless chest. Feeling the small firm nipples like little buds under his fingertips. He was getting rock hard. He crept nearer the boy, sucked at his mouth and groped at that marvelously flat belly. His skin was like velvet under his hands, his lithe limbs like a cat’s. His soft tresses tickling his cheeks like silken threads, his mouth so incredibly sweet tasting, and his teeth glassy smooth under his tongue. Why had he waited this long? It seemed though his increasing lust began to scare the boy. He started to wriggle under him and after a short while he became so fidgety that he reluctantly let go for a while and raised on his arms above him. "What?" He hissed irritated. "Please stop Sir. I can’t do this…" Medora cut his pleadings short with a slap to his cheek. Not a very hard one, just as a warning. "You are not doing anything. And for the time being you don’t have to either, you just have to lie there, is it so damn hard? Now don’t provoke me and don’t annoy me or I will tie your feet and gag you too. Listen to me," he added with a bit more patience, "I will have my way and you can’t do anything about it. I’m trying to do it in a gentle way but if you don't answer to that I can just as well do it the hard way and I would really hate to hurt you at the moment. Look, you just have to get used to it. If I can’t use you I will have you wasted. I’m not trying to either scare you or threaten you but it is the simple truth and you’d better face it. Just try to relax and don’t think so much about it." He slowly descended over him again as he was speaking feeling the boy going limp under him surely understanding the inevitability of the situation. He could sense his utter despair too and it wasn’t something that made his lust bigger. He did feel sorry for the boy and of course he would like it better if the boy would not lie tied and shocked and as a limp rag underneath him. But he had to begin somewhere and he would take it easy and in time he would get used to it. He would probably never learn to really like it. It was hard to teach someone, who did not see it, the real pleasure of it. But it was not important really and he really did not care much about the slave’s pleasure. Couldn’t take such consideration to simple catamites. If he had felt a lot of pleasure from it, if he had even drawn the most pleasure from it Medora would have taken it out of him at once. That was just not appropriate. Boys like him were to be taught how to please their owners that was what they were there for, if they could derive some pleasure from it themselves in the process good for them. But they were never ever allowed to put their own pleasure ahead of their owner’s. Such behavior was to be punished gravely. But Medora didn’t want them to suffer all through it either. Now this boy would the first times, there was no way to avoid it but eventually he would get used to it and the sooner he learned that there was no way out of it the sooner he would get used to it. He said some cruel things to him here. For a virgin he was pretty hard on him, but in the long run it would have been crueler to let him think anything else than the truth about this. He put the thoughts of the boy’s discomfort aside and felt himself getting more and more exited about touching this beautiful little body, tasting those sweet lips and seeing that pretty face in front him. Soon he had to get some release. He wasn’t sure if he was just going to jerk himself off or if he would try to penetrate the boy. The last was of course what he really wanted to do but he thought that maybe he should wait and do it another night. But then his lust got the better of him and he told himself that he might as well get a taste of that too as soon as possible. He would have to learn to take him inside him sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. He rose from the boy and stood beside the bed. He looked resigned. He was slightly red in the face, a bit shaky, eyes fixed into nothingness, upset, yes most surely but resigned. Medora could see that he tried not to look at him but that he nevertheless followed his every movement from the corner of his eyes and he could see they boy breathe deeper and cringe a little as he pulled the loincloth from his crotch and released his member. It bounced out in full glory ready to go to battle. He wondered if the boy understood what he aimed to do? Probably not, well no use in explaining it to him he would get it soon enough. Medora leaned over him and grabbed a pelt, rolling it into a cushion-like formation then pressing it at the boy’s side. He could see he was nervously wondering what he was doing but the lesson was well learned it seemed, he said nothing. He gasped loudly though as Medora grabbed him and simply turned him over on his belly seeing to it that the rolled up pelt was raising his rear into the air. He gasped even louder as he then tore his loincloth off his body. Well, that was a sight for sore eyes Medora thought. His buns were as lovely as the rest of him and even more so in this position. If it was possible even more blood flooded his swollen member at this sight. He couldn’t wait to get down on it but he restrained himself a bit and made sure that his hands were all right first. They had been twisted around and the thong might be too tight, cutting the blood-flow. But it seemed they were fine. He took some time then to gently caress the boy’s head and back at the same time as saying a few reassuring words like that he wasn’t going to hurt him and so on. Though this was in a way a lie. He was pretty sure this was going to hurt like hell… Then he crawled back on the bed and gently but decidedly parted the boy’s legs wide. He more or less automatically closed them as fast. Medora pulled them apart again with a little more brutality to it this time and growled at him, told him to remember that he could at anytime tie his ankles to the bedposts and that would not make this any easier for him. He kept them spread then. Medora thought he would surely have protested more if he knew what was about to happen but he must have had some instinctive notion because he was visibly more nervous now and breathed in a frantic way. Medora thought he maybe ought to lose him up a bit first using his fingers but decided not to. He had not the patience and besides he couldn’t resist the temptation of plunging into a real genuine virgin. That was something he had never done. To find virgin boys in the decadent town he came from was virtually impossible if you didn’t want to go very low on age and that didn’t interest him one bit. And even those who were said to be virgins had still always been penetrated with fingers and objects to examine them or to loosen them up a bit. But this one he was as genuine as they come. Nothing had ever been stuck up this way. No, he could not resist finding out what that would be like. Maybe it would be extremely tight? So tight it couldn’t be done? Well, only one way to find out. He felt his head swam with excitement he would wait no longer. He sat himself down between the boys legs and putting a big hand on each cheek (he could nearly cupping them) he gently pulled them apart as far as they went. The boy jerked and gasped at the surprise of it and probably from it being uncomfortable too. He could see him bore his head down into the mattress as well, feeling shame and embarrassment at this intrusion of his privacy no doubt. His fists were clenched around the spear shaft and Medora could hear a stifled sob. This part of his body was almost as hairless as the rest of him, only a faint trace of fine down. He noticed that he looked indeed virginal. His hole was tightly puckered and looked very clean and smooth. He crept onto him then and rubbed his member between his parted cheeks. He could see his fists whiten around the shaft but not a sound came over his lips. He caressed him gently to calm him but then put one hand down to steer his member right and it seemed that not until he started to press the glans against his sphincter muscle did the boy realize what hole men used to put their organs into other men. He could feel him sob loudly then but trying to stifle it still, he could feel him stiffen like a rod underneath him and he could feel him fighting silently with him by clenching his muscles to stop the intrusion. Medora smiled condescendingly. It would do him no good. It could only stop him for a few seconds at the most. Medora pressed steadily and hard and the boy fought him with all his might, he even started to shake from the strain, he didn’t want to give up. He lost though, like Medora knew he would. The steady pressure did not falter for a second and after some time he had to relax it just a little to draw new strength. That was what Medora had waited for, as soon as he felt him relax his muscles just a tad he gathered strength from his hips and pushed. Now if the boy had not been so stubborn and had tried to let him in from the start it would have been much easier on him but he wanted to fight him. Well, he’d better learn the hard way then what that sort of resistant would lead to. The push was enough to plunge past his sphincter muscle and Medora got half way in. He knew it would hurt this way. Hurt a lot but the boy had only himself to blame. It did hurt. It hurt more than anything that Seka had felt in his entire life had done. It was a sharp, stabbing and excruciating pain that seared through his whole body. It traveled up his spine and clouded his head. It exploded in his hips. It left after the first chock-wave a burning pain that seemed to have set fire to his bowels and terror clawed at him as he was sure that he had simply been split right open, torn apart… He screamed so loud that his throat hurt and he screamed from pain and terror and from hate, anger and shame. He screamed in utter agony of both body and soul and he screamed in sheer sorrow and bitterness over his lost freedom and the slavery he was forced into that meant people could do this to him… Medora knew that this sort of pain could give a boy unknown strength and shake all fears off of him. So if he would react to it and pull out there would probably be no release for him tonight. Would he pull out and let the boy gather himself he would probably do anything to not let him continue. He would probably scream and fight in panic. Kick him, try to bite him? Anything! It would do him no good of course. Medora could easily overpower an eighteen-year-old boy half his own size and he would beat him into submission soon enough. But he would have to hurt him a bit then and he didn’t want to do that right now and besides. The boy would win anyway because after that his member would have gone flaccid and he would be too tired to start all over again. So the boy would be beaten but be let off any more penetrations this night. Now he would not allow that to happen. Even though his spontaneous reaction was to pull out at once at the boy’s heart wrenching scream he soon thought better of it and decided not to. He really didn’t enjoy hurting him this much but blocked his screams and sobs out of his mind and just waited. He didn’t move either, neither to thrust nor plunge deeper. He just waited knowing that the pain would eventually subside a bit. He raised himself on his arms as far as he could and tried to peek down at where their bodies connected. He saw no blood, so the boy was not injured, His body was just not used to this and the suddenness of the thrust had surprised it and his silly resistant had made him tense hence increasing the tightness even more. No wonder it hurt. He had actually not been surprised if he had torn badly but it seemed he had not. If he had he would have pulled out, no use in risking the boy’s health like that. But as he was not he would have to take it. He would have to consider it some sort of punishment for resisting him. But as for right now he didn’t intend to punish him any further but to try to help him adjust to it. As his screams subsided and gave away to sobs and moans he leaned over him again, caressing him and whispering soothingly in his ear. Trying to talk some sense into him. "It’s not me who is hurting you, it’s you yourself. You must relax your body and let me in. Now you will have to try because I am not going to pull out…." He kept this talk up trying to distract him from the pain. He alternately baby talked him and alternately gave him solid advises, now and then he put a small threat in the lecture as well. All in all it seemed he was able to reach the boy after a few minutes and he could sense very clearly that the worst and most acute pain disappeared. The boy also confirmed this when he asked him about it. Then he slowly started to fill him up to the hilt and started a rhythmical hump. He took it very slow and easy though. Even though the worst pain that came mostly from tightness and tension now was gone he would still be very, very tender and sore. He knew every thrust would hurt still. But it would be a different kind of pain. Not that kind that would drive you mad, the kind that you could not live with, but the kind that was searing and burning and awful enough to experience but that you nevertheless could stand for a shorter period of time. Medora needed only a short time now. With a little willpower he could have dragged this out a bit longer but there was no need. He had built it up and letting go in his mind he would spurt very soon even though he held back as much as he could not to cause the boy unnecessary pain. He came deep into the boy, pulled out and flung him self heavily and lazily on his back beside him. Not bad, he thought considering the circumstances. After he had savored the after glow for a while he dragged himself up and with a single jerk he pulled the spear out of the ground. The boy turned very slowly and pulled his hands down. He looked more resigned than ever and he seemed dull in appearance. He was quiet now, said not a word, didn’t look at him, and didn’t react at all in fact. Medora wasn’t that worried though surely he would come around. He took hold of the thong and started to untie him. When loosened his hands fell limply to his sides and there was still no reaction. Medora pulled a pelt over him then and lay down beside him to sleep. He had almost fallen asleep when the boy finally stirred a bit and Medora turned to see him dragging himself to his feet from the bed. He moved with some difficulty sore all over no doubt. He took a few faltering steps towards the tent opening. "And where do you think you’re going?" Medora said sharply. The boy stopped short in his track but didn’t turn. Medora could see his shoulders being tensely drawn up and his head sinking. Broken, Medora thought, or he would have been angry and hateful now and showing it too. But this one was simply despairingly depressed right now, tamed! "I’m sorry Sir… I didn’t mean to disturb you…I was just…going to wash myself off a little…" His voice was very weak and resigned, his words unusually humble in tone even for him. Medora could very well understand he wanted to clean himself. He would want to clean his body from his juices and the rape off his soul. Medora felt a pang of guilt. It was rape, wasn’t it? And he had not been like the boys of the brothels; he had been so unknowing. Well he wasn’t going to let him go out into the night alone in spite of that, he was afraid he would hurt himself being in this broken state. "Do it in here!" He said. "There's water left in the barrel…It’s all right, I won’t look at you." Medora turned and after a quite long time of silence he could hear small splashes of water and this seemed to go on forever but finally he came back and slid down beside him. He had almost fallen asleep again when he heard the sobs. The boy was weeping like an abandoned baby now and Medora sighed over his lost sleep but had not the heart to tell him to shut up. Instead he turned again and took him firmly in his arms. At first the boy stiffened in his hold but after a while he gave in to the safety of the embrace and just let him self be rocked and comforted like a small child while he wept like he had never been weeping before.

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