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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: PURPOSE AND MOTIVATION

Six guardsmen stood outside a set of black doors to the Council Chamber, passing the temporary downtime by exchanging stories of individual experiences on duty and getting the most recent update on the local gossip. Two of them remained right at the doors and would occasionally put an ear to them, to listen for any service requests within the chamber. The other four had just been inside and delivered a secured wrapped table, upon command of the Council itself, for the two men they escorted to the chamber. They had just finished one of their more interesting short conversations with a passerby, in the form of an acolyte inquiring about the conversation. The whole moment in of itself brought up many valid questions and a couple unwanted criticisms. Eventually it was decided that due to the nature of this recent brief encounter with the acolyte, that it was perhaps time to address what was perceived as a developing more serious situation within the walls of the citadel. Their occasionally heated hushed discussion went on for quite a while, but finally became more civil.

“So what do you suggest be our first step?' Asked one of the four escort guardsmen.

“We make arrangements to talk with each of the four blokes we encountered, that had this particularly compelling version of a Minotaur encounter, in more detail with us. It is very important we let them lead the conversation, regardless of what crazy direction the story goes." Another suggested.

“You get that mister realist?" Another teased a rather obvious member of the party.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it." The realist replied with slight irritation.

“One of us also has to write it down and properly record the conversation."

“Right. The Councilmen are real sticklers about investigation due process."

“Exactly. Next we take what is more factual and realistic in nature about these stories and prepare a separate official request to schedule a private audience with the council, to discuss organizing the official investigation into this potent Minotaur gossip."

“That would mean having each of them four blokes make an official statement in front of the council about their share of the gossip. That will be uncomfortable." A guardsman stifles a snicker.

The other five go briefly silent and stare at him.

“Sorry. I just know what that is like." the targeted guardsman admits.

“Fair enough. After the official statements of the witnesses is done. Then each of us add our own motivational statements and together plead our case to authorize an official excursion that pursues the source beyond our Null Zone."

“So where exactly should we conduct these initial interviews?"

Everyone looks to the guardsman leading the conversation, as he pauses and thinks in silence for a moment.

“Why not the one obvious place where a gossiping soldier, magistrate or acolyte would feel most comfortable?"

“Are you sure that is a good idea? Shamus Doughtry's bath house is…" The realist started.

“… the perfect place to get one properly relaxed and chatty about such things." One of the other guardsmen finished for the realist, through clenched teeth and darted his eyes sideways.

The realist turned his head and spotted an acolyte looking right at them with an annoyed look on his face. The young black haired man was carrying a small stack of books and was clearly on his way to or from his magistrate. He just sighed quite audibly and resumed walking past them.

“Time to wrap this up. I heard someone just beyond the doors." One of the two appointed guardsmen told the rest of them.

The four guardsmen that had carried the covered table earlier fell in line and faced the doors, as the other two took up flanking positions and faced each other, then opened the doors to let a lone councilman step out and stand at the threshold.

“The doors may now be opened." Came a loud commanding female voice from behind her. “The covered table is now ready to be retrieved and escorted back to the research chamber."

“As my sister announced. We are ready for you gentlemen." The councilman in the doorway told the four guardsmen standing together and facing her.

The sound of three more sets of doors opening echoed through the room, as she and the four guardsmen walked back through the open entrance together. The rest of the councilmen met them halfway to the middle of the Council Chamber. They stopped briefly, as the middle woman spoke briefly with the four guardsmen.

“After you have escorted the two gentlemen and their table back to the research chamber, We would like for you four to return here after lunch. There is something very important I need to discuss with you and need four good guardsmen I can trust with handling a worrisome developing situation."

“Yes councilman." Came the collective polite quick reply and nod.

The four guardsmen resumed their path and tended to their immediate escort task, after exchanging polite nods with the magistrate and acolyte. The councilman watched them continue onward, until they had cleared the threshold of the opposite set of doors they originally came through in the morning. The sun was now directly above the citadel. It was lunch time.

“Walk with me my sisters. Today you will eat lunch with me. I feel we are on the horizon of something most auspicious and beneficial to this and all citadels."

“Yes sister."

“Thank you sister."

“I am quite honored sister."

“Should I send request ahead for more food, to be brought to your quarters?"

'Thank you, but I anticipated the outcome of the meeting and already made the necessary arrangements this morning." The middle woman assured, as they proceeded to walk across another identical bridge towards their private living section in the citadel.

Their path took them past two pairs of guardsmen, once halfway across and one more time at the end of the bridge before a pair of black doors. Both times they were greeted and replied back in silence with polite nods and waves. The second pair of guards politely knocked twice, on a door each, after the greeting. A heavy mechanical sound echoed, as the doors were then opened from the inside. Just as the councilmen cleared the swinging reach of the doors, they were closed by a pair of women dressed in the same uniform as the guardsmen, but completely red, with attached hoods resting up on their heads, with white veils covering their faces. This second section was identical to the council chamber on the outside. Normally it was populated with the occasional woman walking along it's outside hallway. No one was present today and this puzzled the four of the councilmen.

“Welcome back to the Sanctuary sisters." The two red robed women greeted, before walking up to an identical set of doors and opening them into an equally large and similar inner chamber.

The only thing shared between the two huge rooms were the support columns. The marble in this chamber was predominantly red, with only the walls filling in between the columns being white. Each white wall had a pair of closed black doors, that lead to a different room. There was also a much closer overhead white ceiling at a height of about twelve feet above them. Each column had a large pillow-size clear quartz type crystal mounted on them, with a single hexagonal black metal band wrapped around the middle. The crystals were glowing mildly with the sunlight they were somehow catching and amplifying, illuminating the immediate area with soft ambient light.

The red floor was covered with a black runner rug, that stretched all the way beyond the second set of columns and was trimmed in silver on the edges. It stopped at a black metal railing, split up into even squares with a metal “X" in each one. Mounted on the “X" was a metal relief sculpture of a white dove in flight. Just beyond the railing were four heavy silvery chains, attached via the same type metal band to another quartz like crystal twice as long. It lent the illusion the crystal was set in the floor. Closer inspection of the railing itself showed it to be the barrier before a square hole measuring six feet on the side. Looking over the railing, the hole was duplicated repeatedly going many floors down. There was just as many crystals as floors and all shared the same four heavy chains and metal bands.

Looking up, one could see signs of three more floors above and three more crystals. To the left and right revealed there to be only white walls between the columns and then an open set of doors, just like the ones the councilmen walked through into the chamber. The five women continued walking along the railing and then in between the columns on the opposite side of the chamber. The space in between the last pair and the wall was open. The only thing occupying it on both sides was the presence an identical six foot length of the black railing set inward four feet and running along both flights of stairs flanking it on the ends. The presence of another long soft glowing crystal with it's four chains was hanging within the empty air with its siblings along all the floors. The steps of the stairs themselves appeared to be suspended from the railing and were made of wood with a light brown stained finish. The runner rug that softened their surface was red and held in place with silvery rug holder bars anchored at the bottom of each step.

The usual sounds of mild commotion, that is normally heard inside the Sanctuary, is now heard coming from beyond this point and through another set of open doors, that lead to a covered outdoor social gathering area. It stretched both ways half of the length that normally would be the hall along this wall and outward away from the chamber at a distance of forty eight feet. It otherwise mimicked the hallways outer wall, with the open arches continuing along it's three sides. It's extension from the hallway path itself was marked overhead with a wooden beamed roof, that connected with the existing flat stone hallway roof and extended out at a gradual slope to the limits of the gathering area. There were eight pairs of long tables, twelve by four feet each and covered with tethered red table cloths, spaced evenly along the length of this open area and sensibly loaded with food. Roughly one quarter of the woman from the Sanctuary was already gathered here for the lunch, seated in simple square lightly stained low back wooden chairs. Most all of the women gathered were wearing the same shin-length gray skirts and knee high black boots, along with white long-sleeved blouses and red vertical headbands that kept slightly long hair pulled back from their faces. The hair color and age varied wildly among them. No face concealment was required within the walls of the Sanctuary. The councilmen proceeded to disconnect their veils from the hoods and then lower them.

The councilman that lead the conversation, conducted within the Council Chamber, was obviously of middle age or older and had gray short hair. The hair length itself was a requirement of council members, along with bare minimum makeup application. The other four were a little younger and still had skin free of wrinkle lines. Their short hair color was individual. Black, Blonde, Brown and Dark Brown. They then proceeded to walk forward and back between the tables to exchange kind hand clasps and nods, in response to kind greetings from the gathered seated women. The last table had five guardsmen, with their hoods and veils removed, seated at it on the side towards the open arches. Their hair was cut very short to the scalp and made it difficult to tell what color. Each guardsmen rose out of their chairs and greeted a councilman each, with a warm smile and presenting hand to kindly sit first. The councilmen replied with the same smiles and a slight bow before sitting at the table, with the eldest one in the middle. The ten ladies seated then proceeded to quietly select a dish with food and add their portion, before passing it on to the next person.

Friendly casual conversation related to their daily duties and the highlights was soon exchanged among them and joined the soft ambient chorus of conversation throughout the gathering area. Softer occasional echoes of conversations from below would drift in through the arches. The social gathering and lunch was being enjoyed by other women, who had gathered at their social areas on the additional three floors below. Occasionally someone would giggle a little too loud and get a quick correcting stare from one of the guardsmen. The giggle was likely in response to the newest information about the popular gossip within the citadel.

“I don't care much for the most recent and popular gossip, that seems to be spreading like bad air throughout the citadel." The middle guardsman commented. “It often takes an annoying adventurous direction and puts the average citizen in a position of being the token survivor or hero. We already have such capable people and they are us guardsmen."

“Sometimes they are portrayed as credible witness." The councilman across from her chimed in.

“Yes. That too." The guardsman affirmed and punctuated with a brief pointing of a fork.

“The direction these rumors take are puzzling and portrays the men especially behaving completely out of character. Guardsmen are sound minded individuals." Another guardsman added.

“Quite correct. To hear amid the gossip about them suddenly finding themselves in the midst of such an embarrassing disadvantage is cruel to our reputation." The middle one returned.

“It only serves to make the story of the gossip more interesting and nothing more." The councilman across from her concluded and got nods of approval all around, as the women took a drink each of warm tea from their tan ceramic mugs.

“I personally am all for an end to some of those particular spicy gossip stories as well. It is an an attack on the reputation of the everyday man and gives them ideas that serve only to sabotage their perception about their place in society." The middle guardsman continued.

“It ends up getting many quite conflicted and confused." Another councilman warned.

“I heard it occasionally got a man caught up in questioning loops and then bad depression."

“Then it is up to sister Advisors to fix the situation and help the man find his way out of it."

“Oh, the poor things. Thankfully we train the Advisors well."

Everyone nodded and had another collective drink of tea.

“I wonder how much longer we can keep up the increasing pace of treating these confused men? It is a situation that is becoming noticeably frequent now." A guardsman at the end of the table asked.

“I have actually been thinking about this exact problematic situation and believe I finally arrived at a solution." The middle councilman announced.

“Oh? Do tell sister." The middle guardsman invited with a smirk.

The councilman smiled and wagged a finger in the guardsman's direction.

“I don't have all the details worked out yet, but I have four guardsmen I trust more than any of the men alive within these walls." She assures. “The plan will get finalized when I meet with them myself, back in the Council Chamber after lunch. Which brings me to the next thing I want all our sisters to hear." With that the councilman wiped her mouth clean with the available red napkin and slowly stood up, while motioning for the other four to remain seated with a warm smile and nod. The middle aged woman proceeded to walk towards the open set of doors and stopped right in front of them, before turning around and proceeded to loudly clap her hands three times. All conversations quickly grew silent and every woman looked her way.

“Excuse me sisters, If I could have a moment of your time. I have something of an important nature to announce and quite sure it will bring some much needed good news to you. We certainly could use some, after recently loosing caravans from multiple citadels to the Wilderness. Then of course there is the ever present Sentinel incursions that seem to be getting bolder by the day. Last of all… the recent epidemic of rather spicy rumors and stories, that have managed to seep it's way into the secure foundation of citadel society. For reasons that are utterly baffling to our sister Advisors, the men are especially susceptible to the subtle influence of the hidden lies within these stories. I have observed and heard through many of you sisters growing concern over being so helpless to properly address this particular situation. The fine lunch being served today is assurance that your concerns are heard and the collective effort to preserve the integrity of this citadel has not gone unnoticed. We all certainly needed a relaxing communal event to remind us of what is important. Sisters."

“Sisters." Came the unified response from the women at the tables.

“It has been decided that we make this recent social anomaly of the spicy rumors the main priority from here forward and do what we can for the men. They serve their purpose well and frankly make citadel life worth living in their own special way. My council sisters and I have been working on a plan to properly address this situation at it's source. The men themselves. We need to understand the nature of these select stories and why they have such a strong influence over the men of our treasured community. To do nothing about this is simply irresponsible."

The councilman paused briefly and saw nods throughout the gathered women.

“Thus, based on past experience with particularly difficult problems involving men, we have come to the decision to enlist the help of those best qualified to help us take on this problem effectively. Male guardsmen. Granted, their ears hear plenty and they do not hesitate to pass on any information that is relevant to maintaining social order, but we obviously need more and a decision was made."

She paused again to let everyone briefly exchange hushed observations and then resumed.

“My council sisters and I did not reach this decision lightly. But we did make it out of respect for the strong bond of brotherhood that exists among the men. As their own distinct social paradigm, they have quite often demonstrated the capacity to resolve many internal problems without our direct intervention. We simply stood aside, while offering options and advice through the guardsman among them. This time around we will try handling things a little different and more directly. A carefully selected small group of guardsman will officially take a leave of duty, then utilize their time socializing among their fellow brothers to gather all the information they possibly can about these stories. This information will be relayed back to us for thorough assessment. This in turn will provide all the information the Advisors need for proper handling and treatment of the men that come to them for help. My council sisters and I are confident this collective effort between man and woman will finally bring an end to this immediate growing problem and let us get back on track with the more familiar things. Like the persistent dealings with the Sentinels."

The councilman paused and allowed everyone to respond with mild clapping around the tables.

“Now let's talk about those annoying mechanical monsters, that a group of men conveniently unleashed on an unprepared society, long ago, us women had to eventually rebuild ourselves."

Light laughter was heard all around. Even the councilman herself had a chuckle.

“My council sisters and I convened one very long and fascinating meeting earlier today. The details you will read about later in an official statement to be circulated within the Sanctuary. It presented the reality of a new and possibly useful assets no one considered to exist before. It has always been suspected by man and woman alike that there was a chance of forgotten survivors, existing outside the safety of the citadel walls, surviving within the deep Wilderness itself. The area where the Sentinels come from and we try to avoid at all costs. Every woman here is aware of the situation that arose a year ago, surrounding a particular magistrate. One that was so sure he found possible evidence of someone living out in the deep Wilderness." She raised her hands up in defense. “I know. The possibility was very slim and we simply could not spare the resources at the time to back such a resource costly endeavor. He however was persistent and sacrificed personal time to find guardsman that were willing to be his protection on such a dangerous journey. He even managed to find the bare minimum support resources as well, in the form of other people who sympathized with his cause. As most all of you know, the council had to finally concede and allow him to take this journey. We then never heard from the excursion party again."

The councilman clasped her hands loosely in front of her and bowed her head. The sentiment was repeated by all women gathered at the tables, as a moment of silence fell upon the social event. She then lifted her head and spoke again.

“A couple months ago, a search party for one of the lost caravans returned with a sizable and heavily wrapped bundle, that required two men to carry it. Tucked securely into one of the fabric folds was a letter made out to the council. It was a request from the lost excursion into the deep Wilderness and written specifically by the magistrate himself. The note stated to send no one else in search of him and his excursion party, but utilize all available resources we had and our most qualified magistrate to study the contents of that bundle. We did as requested and then months later today, a meeting was held with the qualified magistrate and his acolyte assistant assigned to studying those contents."

She paused and clasped her hands together in front of her face and pressed her lips into them. A couple of the gathered women thought they saw her complexion change a little and signs that she may cry. Everyone waited as the middle aged woman stood there silent for a moment and then spoke again.

“We have definitive proof that someone is definitely out there in the deep Wilderness. There is no question they are alive and have successfully kept their own hidden community guarded against Sentinel incursions. We can only assume they learned the ways of the Sacred Crystal and use this to shield their home just like we do here at the citadel. This wonderfully prepared lunch today is primarily in celebration of this historical occasion. Please enjoy, as I depart and repeat this news to the other sisters, eating at the gathering rooms below us."

Applause exploded all around the tables. The councilman allowed herself to cry a little and smile warmly, as she swung her arms outward and waved to everyone. She then turned and departed through the open black doors behind her and down the nearby steps to the next floor below.

An acolyte in a nearby citadel section woke up to the sound of many people clapping at once, coming through the slender open window of his private quarters. He lay sprawled out across the robe he had dropped to the floor earlier. The moment he raised his head and followed with the rest of his upper half, the young man acquired the sensation of something sticking to him in random spots all over his naked body. While remaining in a propped sitting position on the robe, he raised one of his hands to wipe whatever it was off his face and chest. A familiar pungent musky scent then found his nose, encouraging him to hold the hand out and then saw it mildly coated in cum."

“Not again." He said with annoyance and then firmly wiped it across a thigh.

The acolyte then slowly got up onto his feet and walked back behind him to a thick short wooden shelf, suspended between two main stone walls in the corner and the wooden wall of the toilet closet to his left. Setting on it was a large blue ceramic bowl and pitcher. He gripped the pitcher and filled the bowl about halfway, before grabbing a nearby folded brown rag and soaked it. There was a folded tan towel nearby as well, that he took after getting all the cum wiped off his splattered front. He had just finished thoroughly drying himself, when hearing the clapping again.

“Who is…" He just sighs and walks back over to the window and nearly tripped on the robe.

He had made it to the window just as the applause ended. His nose then caught that same scent again and he followed it downward, then squatted and raised a hand to block out some of the brighter light from the open window. There was more cum splattered all over the wall right under the window sill. The young man was having a hard time believing he had produced so much with just one orgasm and rationalized that it had to be accumulation of several masturbation sessions. He dared to reach forward with an extended finger and proceeded to drag it across the splattered area. Rationality failed at the moment that it felt fresh to the touch. The acolyte then tried thinking back to when he could have possibly produced this much cum. This triggered a recent memory of the shared experience he had with his magistrate a couple days ago.

Everything came back at once. The image of that mythic beast and the tastefully dressed up clearing in the woods. He vaguely remembered having progressively less rational thoughts, as the encounter progressed at that location. Every moment of that shared experience flowed into the next, until the conclusion. That old man's cock shot out cum at least three times. The sheer site of seeing a man he respected as much as his own deceased father, being used and filled until his belly was rounded, was actually arousing. He heard the man beg for more and the beast gave him more, as he witnessed what was seemingly impossible manifest in the form of that sweet smelling stuff beginning to flow out of the magistrate's mouth and squished out from between the connecting bellies of him and the beast. Those sounds coming from his body and his mouth. The young man then also remembered the beast sharing some of that sweet stuff and slathered on a generous amount of it all over his hand and cock. It made everything so slick, while also making his entire crotch area feel quite warm in a very sensual way. When he saw that same stuff come out his magistrate's mouth, it was all too much and he finally shot his load. But then it didn't stop and kept coming out of him. He then passed out.

“Fuck." Was all that came out of the acolyte's mouth, when he finally recalled everything.

The clapping was heard yet again, followed by a polite knock at the door.

“Mason? You okay." Came the question from his magistrate.

“I'm fine. Just give me a moment to get dressed." The young man replied.

“No need. It's just me."

“Oh. Okay. Hold on."

Him and his magistrate had a rather close and relaxed relationship they shared within the security of their living space. Both were men who enjoyed being naked and had a shared distaste for many rather strict social policies, practiced within the walls of citadels to keep men focused on what was important in their chosen life roles. He got up and slid the latch and then looked down to see his cock was quite hard and throbbing. Before he could even react and slide the latch back in place, the door had already begun to open. Standing naked himself just on the other side was his magistrate.

“Well. Hello to you too." His magistrate greeted with a chuckle through the opened door, after glancing down and pointing at the throbbing erection.

“Oh. Yeah. I took a short nap and… well this happened." Mason explained while glancing down and shrugging.

“No worries. I brought back a bit of lunch for us kid." The older man commented, before turning around and leading the way to the middle of the huge main living space.

The acolyte followed him out and over to their large work table in the middle of the room. There was only two wooden chairs at it and both were draped with thick plush blankets, which completely covered the furniture itself and made for more comfortable sitting when naked. The books that had been previously spread out, had been bookmarked and stacked on each other out of the way. In their place was a large tray with a variety of sliced meats and breads, along with some sliced fruit. Both sat down and grabbed a slice of apple. Mason grabbed a nearby napkin and moved it down to wipe his throbbing cock, which had begun to drip, and then raised it to lick it clean. He was sure that most of the men in the citadel would have been appalled at such a casual grooming display, but not his magistrate. Some of those men would have used the display as sufficient justification to hit him and defend the action as knocking some sense into him. The old man had gradually worked with him over the years they worked together and got him more comfortable with his body. He was most grateful that his magistrate was not like that and for the freedom they had within the privacy of their place here.

“So what got your sausage so firm during the nap?" The older man asked casually, after eating three slices rather quickly.

Mason was reluctant at first and waited until he finished his second slice and then sighed.

“I don't recall actually taking the nap, but I guess I did somehow end up doing so right on the floor." He admits, before grabbing a third slice and holding it. “It's kind of weird really."

“Really? In what way?" The older man asked before grabbing some meat and putting it in a bread role he split open.

“I only meant to go into my private quarters and just air out my body, before putting my robe back on and go see what Jacob next door was doing and if maybe he needed any help with his research. I then just stood at the window and let the morning breeze blow over me. It felt so good and reminded me of that…" The acolyte quickly cut off and stuffed the whole apple slice into his mouth, before slowly chewing it up with closed eyes.

There was a brief moment of silence, as the magistrate finished chewing a couple bites and then took a drink from a nearby tan ceramic mug. He then sat the mug down and got up out of his chair. By the time he had walked around the table, the young man had opened his eyes again and was just looking down at his throbbing dripping erection.

“Mason." The older man attempted to get his attention verbally. “Mason." He asked again and reached out to put a hand on the acolyte's head, then moved it to look up at him. “Are you okay?"

“I'm not sure. Something happened to us out there. Didn't it Lance."

The magistrate lowered to rest his buttocks on his heels and gave the young man's head a few strokes, while looking him right in the eyes.

“Yes kid. Something did happen. Something much different and more wonderful than what any of the written stories told us would happen with such an encounter."

“Did. Did it hurt?"

“The sex? No. That beast was obviously experienced with what he was doing to me and was a real gentleman about preserving my comfort."

“I watched you and…" Mason drifted off.

“I was genuinely enjoying myself. I probably also said some things, while caught up in the emotional high of the moment, that you likely had not heard come out of my mouth. Or any man's mouth… when you did your own spying like any curious boy at that age."

Both exchanged a snicker and Mason grabbed another apple slice.

“I'm not sure how I am supposed to feel about that experience now though." He started eating.

“We had this discussion before and although the circumstance was quite different, it still applies with just as much relevancy. Be honest with yourself and your feelings. No need to hide them around me within this secure space. When it comes to things like this, a man is taught to manage the feelings and adjust them to fit the paradigm of expected behavior. But we both know that while a man can successfully do this, his own biology will betray him at rather inconvenient times."

At those words, the acolyte had finished chewing his apple slice and both glanced down at his dripping throbbing cock, then back at each other and snickered. Lance gave the young man's shoulder a rub and raised back up to standing position. He slowly turned, before walking back to his chair, giving the young man time to get a good look at his own bigger dripping throbbing cock. Mason suspected that was intentional and wondered what direction this lunch might take.

“Feel free to keep the napkin under your cock and just lit it drip. That way you can focus on getting food in your belly. We will need to take a trip to another section of the citadel. I see no point in wasting the opportunity fate gave us with that experience and considering the nature of it, along with all these spicy rumors circulating, we would be fools to assume it is the only time such an encounter happened. Time to do some interviews for the next phase of our research project."

The magistrate then strategically began moving an empty mug, hidden by the nearby stack of books, off the table and towards his dripping cock. Mason for the moment was occupied with filling split bread with sliced meat of his own. Lance had already tasted what was dripping from his cock earlier, when the young man was distracted and found that it was just like what the beast put into his belly. That intense breeding session somehow changed him and now it seemed his balls was somehow making that same stuff. He did a rather extended test earlier in his toilet closet and found he no longer had what he would call a regular orgasm either. All the feelings were there. But there seemed to be no finality or end. Everything remained suspended at that moment when a man releases his seed and the stuff just kept coming out of his cock. He eventually found a way to force himself to mentally come down from that emotional high and got his balls to stop producing the stuff. Good thing he did it within the closet of their living space. He was pretty sure he got a little vocal. The possibility of making a baby with a woman was probably no longer an option now. He chuckled a bit and that got the acolyte's attention in between bites and drinks. He busied himself with grabbing a whole apple and chomped into it, while Mason paused briefly. The magistrate mentally reigned in some control and cut off the flow, before that special ball juice overflowed in the mug under his softening cock.

“Say. Did you notice that the clapping finally stopped?" The acolyte asked after a drink.

“Clapping? Oh yes. I forgot to tell you this little spread is an arranged gift from the Council."

“What is the occasion?"

“Rumor has it that some big discovery was made over in the research section."

“Any guesses being volunteered."

“Too many. Such is the nature of gossip." Lance took a couple more bites of apple.

“So you mentioned we will do a little travel today?"

“Yes. We are finally going to a place I think you will like and find very useful."

“Is it like another market place? We both have only been here a couple days and this citadel is huge. Still finding new areas during my downtime in between duties and along the way between errand destinations. Not many places, but a few."

“It is more of a social gathering area and a handy place to utilize for personal health needs."

“Neat. I look forward to going there with you then."

“That is good to hear kid."

Mason then got up out of his chair and walked over to a nearby open window, the size of their entry door, with a mug in his hand. He was grateful for citadel security policy having the sills drop no lower than a person's chest. It saved him from the annoyance of throwing something on, just to look out and admire the view of the nearby forest trees and citadel community gardens directly below. Behind him, Lance raised the mug filled with essence and dumped it into the half empty water pitcher. He then grabbed an orange and quartered it, before squeezing the juice out of the individual pieces into the water as well. Next he used a finger and scraped what was left in the mug out and swirled his finger around in the sweetened liquid. He then got up and brought both his mug and the pitcher over with him to the window.

“Care for more water?" He offered the acolyte.

Mason just nodded and held his mug out, as Lance filled it. The mug got within the young man's nose and stopped.

“Did you sweeten this water?"

“Oranges."

“Thought so. Thank you." The mug continued to his lips.

The magistrate just stood there and watched to see if the other ingredient was noticed. Mason turned and smiled at him, while raising the mug up in a toasting posture.

“We should thank the Gardners for the orange crop this year. Because this water tastes great now." The young man commented before taking another drink and turning back to the window.

Lance proceeded to engage the acolyte in casual conversation about everyday stuff happening within the citadel and what happened during the morning class he taught. This kept Mason distracted enough for him to sneak the pitcher down under his hardening cock and release a couple trickles of the essence from his balls into it. He would then reign in control and raise it back up, when it was time to refill their mugs. The expected outcome and affect on the young man could be seen in his eyes, each time he turned to ask for another refill. It was also seen with the behavior of his throbbing cock each time he turned back to the window. The pitcher was cleverly kept hovering over Lance's hard cock, keeping it out of Mason's sight during each refill. After the third one, the acolyte's own cock was throbbing hard enough to slap his belly and he was barely acknowledging the sensation. He just turned back to the window and proceeded to guzzle the entire mug, while holding it with both hands. The magistrate set the empty pitcher down on the floor and gently took the emptied mug from the young man. The eyes that looked back at him this time, were gazing at some other place beyond the citadel.

Lance took both mugs and walked over to the table. After he set them down and turned back around, Mason was right there and reached out with his hands to the older man's face. They made contact and cradled his head by the jaw line, as the acolyte slowly pulled his own face closer. The young man began to open his mouth and bring his face closer. Then their lips made contact and as the young man's tongue slowly slid right into the magistrate's open mouth. Both of them closed their eyes, as Lance returned the jaw cradling gesture and began extending his tongue into the acolyte's mouth. Occasionally their throbbing cocks would bump each other, but neither one noticed or cared. Their hands began moving across each others face and over the chest with sensual grace and touch. The movement soon migrated towards the back, as they pulled themselves together into a firm embrace and mashed their throbbing dripping cocks vertically between each other. The kissing increased with intensity, as they proceeded to probe as deep as their tongues would go inside each others mouth. Their heads persistently bobbing at opposing angles.

Mason was the first to break the kiss and pull back a little. He was breathing heavy along with Lance, as they stood there and just looked into each others eyes and held each others head in their hands. Both of them grinned really big, before the acolyte dropped to his knees and took the magistrates dripping cock into his mouth. At first he struggled a little with the girth, but his eagerness pushed him to adjust and try to take as much as he could of it. The older man petted the younger one's head and gave him occasional guidance, as he received the expected oral pleasure from his own acolyte. Eventually Mason settled into a simple nursing routine and simply kept sucking, as Lance kept feeding him the endless stream of his special juice.

Jacob was next door and having difficulty resolving a reference inconsistency between a large open book and a map that covered the entire project table. He was becoming increasingly frustrated and finally had to resign with getting some help on this stubborn problem. The young man looked up to gauge where the day was and thought it best to not disturb Mason next door, while enjoying lunch with his magistrate. The acolyte grabbed a sheet of blank paper, off of a nearby stack in a shallow dark wooden box. He proceeded to write a short concise note explaining the problem and then rolled it up, before securing it with a short piece of tied string. He then quickly walked over to the door of his personal sleeping quarters and entered them. Next, he kneeled onto his bed and began searching the identical wall stones for an echo with his fist. Once he found the right block, he carefully pushed in to slowly rotate it in place. Once the thin panel was perpendicular to him, he reached in and repeated the same motion and rotated the panel on Mason's side of the wall.

Upon successful rotation of both panels, he just set there kneeling on his bed and simply stared. The acolyte next door had left his private quarter's door open. This in turn gave Jacob an unobstructed view of Lance's naked hairy body from the back. Not a big deal. Him and his magistrate would occasionally see each other naked through an open quarters door when getting their robes on or off. What completely stopped him in motion was the site of Mason's own hand rubbing... no… sensually caressing his magistrate's hairy ass cheek, while slowly masturbating his own hard dripping cock with the other one. The magistrate was making a subtle very distinctive motion with both arms, while holding onto something that would be right where the acolyte's head would be positioned. This caused Jacob's eyes to get bigger and he swiftly thrust his hand up to his mouth, fearing he might give his spying position away. The magistrate may be older, but he demonstrated to be a man with impressive physical strength. At the moment, Jacob did not want to give the man reason to really not like him.

Once he got over the initial shock of seeing his new friend give a woman's oral service to another man, he was confident that he was adequately composed mentally to remove his hand and continue observing. He turned his head and did a quick check of where the shadows were in the main room. Confident that it would be quite a while before his magistrate returned, he directed his attention back to the captivating curious sex scene playing out on the other side of the wall. He wondered how much both men were aware of what was happening beyond their mutual sexual sandal and decided to finish his original intended task as a test. He pulled back the sleeve of his robe and carefully moved his hand through the opening on one side of the turned panels, then dropped the note the moment his hand felt the open air of the other room again. The acolyte then retracted his hand as quickly and carefully as possible, before raising his hood behind his head to block the light from his side. He then waited a while and simply watched. His concealing action ended up turning his immediate spying place into a big sound funnel, that enhanced the noise of what Mason was doing with his magistrate.

His ears quickly picked up on the distinct sound of some lubricating substance, making it's rather distinct smacking noise as skin rubbed together. His eyes, along with memory of past personal experience, assessed the source was likely Mason masturbating. Then there was another very soft and curious suction or gulping like sound. He listened closely and his mouth dropped open. His friend really was giving this older man oral pleasure to his cock. What happened between them to put his friend in such a compromising position, to warrant sexually servicing his magistrate as punishment?

Jacob found himself becoming quite engrossed with this sexual display and found himself getting quite flushed from watching. He could feel his body temperature raise a little, making the presence of his robe increasingly more uncomfortable. The acolyte carefully inserted his hand into the wall and slowly closed Mason's panel, before closing his own. He then got off the bed and proceeded to take off his robe, before tucking the bottom part under the legs at one end of the single bed frame. He then took each sleeve and got them under a leg, before carefully moving the bed out of the way under the wall panel. Jacob then retrieved the robe and left it on the bed. He went back into the main room and fetched some wooden rods and twine. When he returned, he began creating a very sturdy and tall leaning triangular frame. After doing a satisfactory test draping of the robe over the frame, he secured it in place with more twine and quietly scooted it up to the wall. The acolyte then got inside the darkened make shift viewing tent and pulled it in the rest of the way against the wall. Next, he rotated his and Mason's wall panel open, before propping his hands up against the inside of the frame and the wall. This created a seal to block out any invading and incriminating light from his side.

During the time he spent putting his tent assembly together, the physical interaction between his friend and the magistrate had progressed into new startling sexual territory. There was now two large heavily padded blankets laying on the floor by the table. On the blankets was the expected back view of the magistrate and his hairy body. But his position had changed to that of him being down on folded legs, with the bottom of his feet facing towards Jacob. The older man's head was nowhere to be seen and the back was bent over what he assumed to be Mason, upon seeing only his friend's lower legs and feet resting somewhat at the sides of the magistrate's lower back. He could plainly see that the magistrate's hair ass was subtly moving up and down in slow motion, while flexing with each movement that could only be the thrusting of the cock into his friend's ass. Seeing the older man's balls sway a little in time with the movement confirmed this for Jacob.

The young man knew exactly what was happening in that other room and was a little appalled that a magistrate would take humiliating punishment this far. This was something that was actually punishable by law of the citadel. This was an action only shared between the man and woman couples he would occasionally spy on in the outdoor common areas of the citadel. Those were always a treat to watch, while he pleasured himself and imagined him being in place of the man fucking the woman. Just as he decided he finally seen enough and was about to close the panels, his ears picked up on familiar sounds funneling through the wall and into the enclosed tent. Although the pitch was more befitting of a man, he could swear it was Mason making them. They were moans and sometimes words of pleasure that normally only a woman would say to the man fucking her. This was difficult to initially process. Was Mason voluntarily engaging with his magistrate in such a manner this whole time?

Jacob had to stay in place a little longer and make sure he heard such things correctly. He was glad that when he used his own robe to make the improvised tent, that he put nothing on. The weather outside may be cooling down for the year and blowing a nice chilly breeze through his window, but he could tell that it was beginning to get a little warm inside his viewing tent. He was grateful for the presence of the cold stone absorbing most of the heat and keeping the enclosed climate comfortable. He then noticed the magistrate raise back up and show the back of his head again, while keeping his legs folded under him. He then finally heard the older man speak to Mason and say an actual coherent sentence in a hushed tone.

“You ready Mason? I can't put too much inside your belly, without hurting you, but you will at least get to feel what I felt." Jacob briefly turned his head away and thought for a moment.

“Just how big of a cock does this man have?" He caught himself whispering very very softly.

The acolyte then froze and was worried that he might have been heard. He then heard Mason speak and risked looking back through the wall.

“Yes, Lance. Go ahead and fill me."

“Thank you kid. I have been wanting this so much ever since that beast did the same thing with me. It would have been great to watch you get the same experience with him."

“It's okay. We didn't have much time anyway. It was great just watching such an amazing thing happen before my eyes and see you look so satisfied and happy with him."

Jacob was shocked to hear that. He quietly shut the two panels and spun around to process what he just heard. An acolyte was not permitted to ever use their magistrate's name. It was forbidden and served to keep the relationship professional. Not only that, but clearly the magistrate himself had been engaging with other men sexually. Possibly another man bigger than him. There weren't many men within the citadel like that. There was also clear evidence that this was not Mason's first time being exposed to this and got to watch his magistrate being fucked by this other unknown bigger man. He had so many questions and no idea where to start or how to even get them weaved into the conversation with Mason later on. A conversation that would be happening sooner than he preferred at the moment. Especially after seeing… that. The acolyte's head began to spin a little and he simply braced himself against the comforting cold of the smooth stone wall behind him. He closed his eyes and calmed his mind, then reviewed everything he had just seen and heard with more rational thinking. A new nagging reality slowly materialized amid his thoughts and began to give him conflicted feelings about this new situation. Neither person was being harmed in any way. Both were genuinely enjoying their intimate bonding moment together. Just as deeply as he had seen with many couples he spied on in the common areas. It honestly didn't look like anything that would warrant any official action.

This immediately put him at odds with what he was taught about proper moral conduct of a man. Conduct that served to keep him realistic about his purpose in life. It was one thing for boys to explore such options and simply play around with such frivolous possibilities, but a man is supposed to be more disciplined and focused. Perhaps that is how he could divert the conversation with Mason towards the actual inquiry. Use memories of his own younger years as a guide to properly structure the new conversation and understand the motivations of such actions better. Those were always such exciting years for boys at that age, whom were eager to figure out the new things and what was happening with their changing bodies. Perhaps that was somehow part of the motivation behind what he saw. He opened his eyes and looked down in the very dim lighting and saw the outline of his hard throbbing cock. For the first time, Jacob was honestly at a loss what do within that moment. His conflicted thoughts and feelings had him frozen in place, forced to watch it bob with each throb.

Mason lay there rubbing his slightly bulging gurgling belly, while occasionally swiping a little cum off of it with a finger and putting it in his mouth. Lance was just sitting there with his eyes closed and hard cock still inside the acolyte's ass. The older man had stopped filling the younger one and was content to just sit in place and peacefully collect himself. Lance then opened his eyes and reached to his left up beyond the table's edge and pulled back a curious looking object that looked like it belonged on the top end of a fancy carved bed post. It was also made of wood and had the same finished polished appearance. The one end looked like a really big folded pine cone, but with a more blunt end. It was attached via a short stem, about the thickness of a man's cock, to another black rubber thing just as thick and resembled the horizontal handles on the end of shovels used by Gardners. The base wasn't noticed that much until he began turning it all around in his hands for close inspection.

“What is that strange thing?" Mason asked with a half giggle and then belched.

The scent of what was in his belly hung in the air over his head and made his cock bounce.

“This..." Lance stopped moving the object around “...is a little experimental idea I want to try out. Something tells me this could be of practical use to us in the future. Interested?"

“Okay…" the acolyte shrugged “...what exactly does a person do with it, when it isn't attached to a bed post? Why is there a rubber thing, attached to the peg that goes into the post itself?"

“This whole fat end goes into a man's ass and keeps what I just put in your belly inside there."

Mason's eyes got a little big and then his expression quickly changed to that of confusion.

“I can demonstrate right now, while we have the opportunity."

“Wait. That pine cone end is big. Bigger than your hard cock is thick and it is pretty thick."

“Remember when the Minotaur was fucking me and seeing on my face how great that felt to have so much warm stuff inside me?"

The acolyte slowly nods.

“A bulls cock may start out slender, but it gradually gets quite thick at the other end. You remember him eventually pushing all of himself inside me and seeing my belly get nice and round?"

“Fuck that was so awesome and hot to see. Wait. That pine cone thing is probably that thick."

“After we came back. I remember thinking back to that fucking and how great it would be if a man had a way to keep that stuff inside him with the help of something that could plug his hole."

“Something like a rubber plug used on wine barrels?"

“Yes. Except rubber is not exactly plentiful these days…" Lance starts, as he hands the object over to Mason.

“...and using this much rubber could get expensive."

“Not to mention the nature of that thing's use would draw unwanted attention for that amount of rubber. The point I was wanting to make is if a slender gradually widening bovine spear can eventually fit the wider end inside a man's ass, then the same flexible potential can be exploited when putting that thing inside it as well. So. Want to test it out?"

Mason just lay there and ran his hands across the curious organically shaped object. He then took two fingers and circled the blunt pointed end, before moving his hand and watching them spread apart. He then kept going and watched them quickly come back together at the stem. His eyes got big again. Lance needed no verbal response and just knew.

“Now do you get how this works kid?"

“This could be just as difficult the first time to get back out of me." The acolyte observes and implies while handing the pine cone like object back to the magistrate.

“Sounds like you already decided to try this out. The point of the shape is to insure easy insertion and not so easy extraction. That way it doesn't inconveniently come back out of you. Plus when a man is upright and walking, the ass cheeks remain firm and thus the hole also remains firm. That brings us to the precise shape and length of the rubber. Works just like a handle for the extraction and rides comfortably between the cheeks when walking. The width of a man's fist is just right."

“What about when sitting down?"

“The rubber has enough flexibility to also make that comfortable. The only real adjustment is the man learning to anticipate the rubbing of the special spot inside his ass when he sits down and not end up moaning each time."

“I can see where this would trigger that to happen, but don't see where the moaning would be a problem…" Mason stopped himself the moment it popped into his head. “Wait. It would be a problem if one of us was wearing this under our robe when out in public." The acolyte rolls his eyes.

“I was forward thinking enough to consider most all scenarios."

“If it wasn't for me wanting to see just how long I could keep this with me in my belly, I would probably be telling you that maybe we should wait on the testing part or watch you try it out first." Mason observes and gives his belly a couple light pats.

“Already did today when out in the citadel. That is how I know the overall design works."

“Wait. Then why am I testing it?"

“I want to see if the same size works for men with less space inside them or if a smaller version needs to be made. After all, personal comfort is the first priority with using it."

“Makes practical sense. So when do I get started?"

Lance slowly pulls a little of himself out of Mason and then reaches down with his hand, to scoop up a little of the warm essence dribbling out around his cock and liberally slathers it onto the bugling end of the plug.

“How about now?" He suggests with a smirk.

“Sure." Both Mason and him snicker.

Jacob was sitting in a chair and taking occasional bites of his own improvised sandwich, from the same food tray that was delivered earlier to the room's writing desk by his quarters. The whole citadel section was given the food as gratitude for Magistrate services rendered and part of the Sanctuary's own celebration. He was also sitting naked, with only a large body towel between him and the chair. After watching the mind boggling uncomfortable scene through the wall, he needed to get his mind onto something else. The fact his own cock betrayed him and seemed to react positively to the brief thoughts in his mind, made it even more uncomfortable and drove him to think of his stomach instead. When it began to growl, while he was still inside the viewing tent, he was grateful for the interruption. All he could do was just stand there in the darkness and watch his cock bob up and down without rest. Getting out of the tent and letting the chilled air within the living space blow across it worked for making it deflate. He grabbed the towel and then made sure to shut the door to his quarters. The tent could wait. He then made the sandwich, poured some water into a mug, threw the towel over a chair facing an open window, then plopped down into the chair and sat the mug on the floor next to it.

So here he was. Sitting and finishing his second sandwich and waiting for the expected knock on the door. He got up on his feet and walked over to the food tray and grabbed a handful of apple slices, when the knock on the door was heard.

“Well. Here we go." He said in a half whisper. “It's open." He announced.

The door opened and in walked Mason. He paused briefly, when seeing his friend naked in front of the desk and munching on apple slices, then closed the door behind him. It was one thing that Jacob had pale skin and couldn't tan to save his life, but it took adjusting to see a young man the same age as him have nearly as much hair as Lance on his body. Black hair at that. He simply stood facing the door.

“Don't sweat it brother. Your a man and I'm a man. I bathed not too long ago and just felt like air drying while eating this great food." Jacob munched on another apple slice and walked back over to the window chair and sat in it. “It's not like neither one of us haven't seen a man naked before."

Mason finally turned around and walked over to where his friend was sitting. He accidentally took one step a little too far and the plug inside him rubbed his special spot a little firm. He swallowed hard and managed to not make a sound. His vertically positioned cock however noticed and throbbed against the special waist band Lance gave him to also wear during the test. His cock wasn't likely to go soft again until it was over. He then held up the rolled note in the air.

“Before I hand this back to you, It didn't bother me to see you naked. I just never saw anyone my age with that much hair on them. You accidentally knock over a hair tonic jar and spill it on you during class in the Apothecary?" Mason teased and dodged an attempted playful fist jab at his crotch.

He let out a whimper, as the thing in him rubbed the special spot again. Jacob didn't seem to notice and grinned up at him mischievously.

“Just put the rolled note in the Magistrate box on the writing desk. The old man is a stickler about keeping record of all things connected to this mapping research project of his. A bit much, but it is his project."

Mason nodded and walked over to deposit the note, then came back over.

“The note said you needed help with a particular difficult reference?"

“Yeah. Was a little dirty and hungry, but didn't want to forget about the note. So I wrote it and passed it over to your side of the wall real quick, before getting cleaned up. I then came in here and had me some lunch. You eat yet yourself?" The black haired one asked as he got up and walked over to the food, carrying an empty mug with him.

“Yes and stuffed actually. Couldn't fit another thing in me." Mason commented with a pat of his belly. It went to gurgle on him and he quickly just remembered what Lance told him about the pats. He managed to belch out the gas audibly, before the gurgling itself got loud. The belching sound echoed a little and the air became briefly charged with that familiar sweet scent. Both snickered and laughed.

“You feel better now brother?"

“Much. Thank you."

Jacob poured some water into his mug and then walked over to the table with the map and open book. Mason followed and immediately glanced at the open pages. The wording looked familiar, but before he could touch anything, his friend got his attention and was tapping on the map over a place that appeared to be a lake. The surrounding area was familiar to him, but he never remembered hearing any mention of a lake that size being in the deep Wilderness.

“When was this map made." He asked Jacob.

“According to the Marker near your one hand. A century ago. So please be careful with the paper. The book is a recently made collection of excursion journals, by guardsmen every time they go beyond the Null Zones, made over this summer. Thus why it is so heavy and thick." Jacob then walks over to the end of the table where the book is by Mason. “Now read…" He flips forward through the book a few pages and stops “...this entry." He taps at the top and Mason politely complies.

“Second day probing deep into the northern territory. We finally found signs of someone being recently here and following the trail east beyond Bear Head Rock." Jacob taps his finger on a bear head shaped symbol on the map, then swipes it east the direction of the lake. Mason glances to the spot and back to the book. “Still no sign of the missing caravan. But we keep finding an occasional bottle or boot. Sometimes a discarded robe. We are already assuming possible Sentinel ambush, but also hopeful they are simply lost and leaving a trail to be found by guardsmen on search. Since there are no signs of blood or mangled bodies, we are favoring the latter and pushing forward."

“Normal enough so far and matches the map." Mason mumbles to himself and continues.

“Third day into the northern territory and the trail has now gone cold. We kept our own path into this new unexplored area marked with metal tracking bands left on the trees. We have now traveled at least one hundred miles beyond Bear Head Rock. Currently setting up camp and sending out scouts in all directions to possibly find where the trail may pick up again. Maybe someone in the caravan forgot to drop another bottle." Mason stops when Jacob taps his finger again, where the western part of the lake begins. He looks at his friend with a confused look on his face and returns to reading the journal entry. “One of my scouts returns and informs me he found distinct large bovine prints that are obviously made my a beast on two legs. He said they looked fresh too. Looks like we are being tracked by a Bull Sentinel. Soon the rest of the scouts return and also report the same tracks. Considering the amount of ground they jointly covered, looks like we are dealing with more than one Sentinel."

“I take it they get back alive?" Mason looks up and asks his friend.

“Just keep reading." Jacob encourages and walks over to the food for a whole apple.

“Day four of excursion. Our original plan to retrace our path back out of the Wilderness quickly fell apart upon being silently attacked during the night by three Bull Sentinels. They effectively split us up and completely destroyed our camp. Horses never stood a chance and were ripped apart right in front of us during the initial strike. Some of us eventually found each other by this morning. The rest were lost during the attack. The tracking bands are nowhere in site and we suspect we likely went deeper into the Wilderness. The remaining excursion team is adopting a rotating watch shift. We have frequently spotted a Sentinel in the distance, but have yet to be attacked again."

Mason looks up to say something and is stopped with a raised finger in front of Jacob's closed chewing mouth. The finger points at the book and wiggles around in the air. He sighs and looks back down to the book to resume reading.

“Day five. Scouts report that the Sentinels are no longer trying to surround us and just holding a mobile position that is possibly serving to prevent us from leaving the Wilderness. We begin creating a plan to somehow get around them and find a way out. They also report that the distance between us and the Sentinel party is slowly increasing, as we continue along our current existing path away from them. We will continue in our current chosen direction and then make camp at night. Everyone is trying to be optimistic that eventually the Sentinels will loose interest. Will certainly make getting around them a lot easier if this actually happened."

Mason then looks up and shrugs. Jacob chews his existing bite a little and let's out an exasperated sigh through his nose, then points with his finger and circles the western part of the lake.

“Okay. I'm reading one more. Just one."

Jacob reaches over and tussles his friends hair, then turns around and goes over to the window chair, before plopping down into it. Mason shakes his head and resumes with next entry.

“Day six. A scout returns just as the rest of us finished packing and is eager for us to follow him to something he found. Any good news would be welcome at this point. We follow him into a large clearing and spot in the distance a Sentinel laying forward on the ground. It had been there in that position for a while. There were some vines covering it and closer inspection of the ground beyond it's hooves showed that it had been dug up. We then saw the disturbed parts of the soil were short trenches that connected with different body parts partially sunk into the ground itself. It was obviously running very fast in pursuit of someone or something, then made contact with something that brought it to a stop. Fortunately, I had seen these distinct signs before and remember a Bull Sentinel charging too fast towards a guardsmen. The man happened to dodge out of the way and the momentum carried the Sentinel right across the termination barrier of the citadel's protective Null Zone. It fell silent and plunged right into the ground skull first. Just like this one. Not too much further was signs of a large hole that had been dug around the same time the Sentinel died. The digging pattern was from a shovel. This day just got a whole lot more interesting."

“Mind if I take this book and read these entries more myself?" Mason asks without looking up.

“If it is actually of use to whatever research you two are doing next door. Sure." Jacob replied.

Mason found the wording from his friend a little possessive or odd.

“I don't want to interrupt any work being done with the map. The book confirms there is a very obvious terrain description that needs to be updated and corrected."

“Maybe. An additional interview with the specific guardsman that wrote the original entry would help a lot with that. Then we will know for sure. Such a major correction would mean making a new updated map. That takes a lot of work that I will likely be doing myself." Jacob then got out of the chair and walked back over to the map. “For the moment, it is fine if you take the book. I can always say I borrowed it from you temporarily anyway."

Mason felt another gurgle coming on and reacted too late. The moment the sound penetrated his robe, he thrust his hand down to his belly.

“Sorry about that. Maybe had too much earlier." He commented with a little embarrassment.

Jacob raised an eyebrow and was curious if that was always what cum did to a man's gut. Seemed likely. It didn't belong there anyway.

“Are you okay there?" He asked, just as the image of his friend being fucked my his magistrate popped into his head with vivid clarity.

The suddenness caught him off guard and his mind quickly went back to the curious sex scene he saw from the safety of his viewing tent. He was completely unaware that his gaze had drifted down towards his friend's gurgling belly, as the replayed memory held his attention. Mason barely noticed this and was doing his best to manage the gurgling. He finally managed to get the gas to move upwards and would eventually belch it out. Once he was confident it was on it's way up, he relaxed a little and got his focus back on Jacob. He then noticed his friend standing there and had a look like he was lost in deep thought. He reached across the map and waved his hand in front of the acolyte's face. Nothing. He then looked down and saw Jacob's cock was very hard and bobbing freely in the air with each throb. There was even a little precum dripping from the end of it. Without knowing more about his friend's own sexual life, he decided it was best to assume the usual expectations and turned around, just as the gas found it's way out in another loud belch that echoed throughout the room. Jacob's hands went to the table in front of him for support and he shook his head a little. He then noticed the severely erect state of his cock and quickly darted his eyes upward. Mason was turned around and was obviously giving his belly a couple firm taps, that were followed by a couple smaller belches.

“Feel better now." He asked.

“Yes. Maybe eat a little less next time." Mason commented after turning back around, then grabbed a nearby red silk ribbon and placed it right between the pages he was reading.

He let his gaze drift slightly and saw that Jacob's cock was still hard and bobbing, as he moved a hand to grip the metal covered corner of the hard leather cover and then lifted the left half of the book to close it. Jacob's hand quickly but gently came down over his hand on the front cover. Both looked up and at each other.

“I have something else to show you in my quarters. Leave the book for now."

The naked acolyte then turned and walked to the closed door of his private quarters and waited. Mason hesitated a little, but eventually left the book and walked over by his friend. Jacob just sighed and slightly nodded, before pivoting the heavy metal level and pushed the door open. Sitting near the wall at an angle, where the bed should be sitting, was the improvised tent.

“Jacob? Did you…" Mason started.

“Yes." Came the interruption and answer.

Both just stood in the open doorway and looked each other in the eyes, searching for some expected reaction or any reaction to happen next. Both then looked back at the tent. Mason chose to speak first with a tone of reservation in his voice.

“How much did you see?"

“Most of it." Jacob replied. “I have questions. I haven't reported it yet. Not sure how I would explain this without…" he trailed off.

“Without explaining the tent." Mason dared to finish.

“Yeah. The tent."

“Looks solid enough. It's probably a good thing the wooden rods were strong enough to hold the weight of the robe. What part did you see?"

“The first half I think. I had to stop at the part where he was over you and…" Jacob cut off.

“Fucking me?" Mason volunteered.

“That and it looked like you were enjoying it."

“Are you okay with that?"

“I don't know. I'm not pissed or even mad. Just confused. It's a lot to process."

Jacob then felt a hand on each shoulder and the brush of heavy robe sleeves against his arms and chest hair. Half of him wanted to give in to the influence of the morality lessons and backhand his friend on the spot, sending him sprawling to the floor. Then he would stand over the friend, who begins to wail and cry just like a woman, demanding an explanation for behavior that is a direct violation of conduct between Magistrate and Acolyte. Conduct mandated by the Council itself. The other half was now strongly considering that what he saw was not the sick twisted things men were taught in those lessons. He did not see magistrate nor acolyte doing any harm to each other. The longer he watched them, the more he didn't want the wall in the way. Jacob needed to be in that room and get a closer look at them together. That was how a reasonable thinking man was supposed to approach any new situation and thus better understand it. It then finally occurred to him that Mason had been looking at him in the midst of his internal struggle that was threatening to tear his mind in half. He slowly turned his head and into eyes that were not that of someone who did something wrong, but of someone that genuinely wanted to help him better understand this new thing. His own eyes reflected the struggle inside through the tears beginning to form in them.

“Would you like to understand what you saw through the wall?" Mason asked.

“I need to understand why my friend isn't the man I knew before."

“We can to do that too."

Jacob relented a little and leaned back against the open door, as a tear flowed over a cheek. Mason let up with his hands and confidently removed his robe, knowing that last belch and gurgle had successfully flattened his belly back out. He then tossed it sideways out of the way.

“Does this maybe help a little. Maybe make it more fair?" He asked his friend.

“About time you took that thing off. I really didn't care earlier, but now that you mention it… it does make things a bit more fair between us."

Both snickered a little, as Jacob wiped his eyes and the tear trail on his cheek away.

“So what is that thing for?" He asked, pointing at the really wide soft leather waist band hiding his friend's cock and lower half of his belly.

“Oh this?" Mason looked down and brushed a hand across the slight bulge where his hard cock remained upright. “This was in case I run into anyone outside our shared living space today. My cock simply refuses to go soft. So my magistrate gave me this to help hide it under the robe."

“Well. It certainly worked. It actually looks comfortable." Jacob observed when spotting the subtle site of the inner wool lining beyond the soft leather.

“Want to see it better?" Jacob raised an eyebrow and Mason smirked. “Not that silly. Here."

He slid the waistband up a little and reached in to make a slight adjustment to his cock, then slid it back down over his waist. Mason then bent over and continued sliding it off his legs, while raising them one at a time. He then straightened back up and held up the band in front of Jacob.

“Go ahead and look it over as long as you want. This thing is really handy. Maybe something that us acolytes could use a lot more of, in case of those persistent erections."

“Would certainly have made a couple of my days easier." Jacob comments while taking the waistband into his hands. “Is there any irritation at all, if say you have to wear it all day?" He asks while turning it inside out.

“I thought of that before coming next door over here and asked my magistrate. He said that in the event you have to wear it all day, use this hear elongated pouch like sleeve inside." Mason demonstrates by pinching an area and lifting the lining up a little. “Fair warning. It is already lubed up inside for better comfort." He added with a raised halting finger, as he spotted his friend's own searching finger go right for it.

“Whoa." Jacob reacted, as his finger slid inside with almost no resistance. “Doesn't this maybe encourage a cock to stay hard while in here as well?" He asks while sliding the finger back out.

“There is that slight drawback. But the way I see it, if it keeps your cock hard… then that is really not a loss either." Both look at each other and smirk, before Mason points out another feature of the wide waistband. “Notice that while I slid this thing off, it was able to expand a little to get past the hips. It has some give." He demonstrates and pulls on it a little with a hand.

“So that is why I don't see any buttons or claps on it." Jacob observes, while doing some tugging of his own, before turning the wool lining back in. “Buttons especially would be annoying."

“Especially if they fail while bending over." Both share another snicker.

“Not something I would want to happen in one of the public common areas."

“Or while spying on a couple and have the sound of it dropping in the hay give you away."

“Yeah. That would suck. Especially that day we were spying together."

Both look at each other and grin, then find themselves just standing and looking into each others eyes, as if they were trying to figure out what the other one would do next. Mason broke the moment.

“So. Want to see how it fits and wears on you? We are both the same size and build, but when it comes to things like this, personal testing is best." He then steps back and gives Jacob verbal instruction, as his friend slips on the waistband. “Now raise it up about the length of your cock, just like I did when taking it off. Then reach down into it and find the bottom opening of the sleeve." Mason watched and then noticed Jacob having a bit of trouble. “Here I'll help a little."

He stepped towards Jacob and then lowered to his knees, before inserting one hand into the top and one into the bottom of the waistband. The top hand's fingers spread open the upper end of the sleeve, while the bottom hand's fingers searched for the lower end.

“Take your one hand and put your fingers where mine are at the top end of the sleeve." Jacob did exactly as told. “Now guide your cock and slide it between my other fingers into the bottom end."

Jacob did as he was told and got his cock to slide in through the bottom. Mason retracted his bottom hand and stood up, as his friend retracted the hand directing his cock. Both looked at each other and nodded in confirmation that everything was still okay. Then they both looked down and jointly gripped the waistband with a free hand and slowly pulled it down. The texture of the sleeve massaged Jacob's hard cock, causing it to throb, as it slid effortlessly through the sleeve along the way. Mason then felt the lubed tip make contact with the fingers of his upper hand the moment they got the waistband down in place. Jacob closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, trying hard to suppress the whimper his friend heard... but said nothing. Mason then proceeded to retract his hand and was immediately stopped with a grip on the wrist, by the hand sharing the inner space with it. Neither one moved or said anything as they remained motionless. Downward subtle pressure was applied and his two fingers sunk back down into the sleeve, gliding right across Jacob's throbbing cock head. Mason did nothing and simply stood there, letting his friend determine where this was going. The pressure was then replaced with subtle pulling on the wrist, followed by the hand and fingers being moved very slowly back up in the reverse direction and then stop with only the tips making contact. Jacob leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes, before pushing his friend's hand back down and those fingers back into that tight space. This time he didn't suppress the whimper, as he felt his friends cheek brush against his own and heard the sound of lips wetly parting near his ear.

“You want me to continue?" Was whispered into his ear. Jacob slowly nodded. “Okay. You can let go of my wrist now and let me take over while you enjoy this." He slowly nodded again and let go.

Mason then repeated the same slow motion and stroked back and forth across his friends throbbing cock head. He then leaned into his friend to get a better angle for his forearm, allowing his own throbbing and dripping cock to brush against Jacob's thigh with it's bobbing motion. He felt a familiar hand grip and then hold onto it. It's fingers then slowly moved and began exploring the cock. Very slowly roaming and rubbing all around it. The sensation was making Mason leak a lot of precum and soon all the fingers on that hand were completely coated with it. The cock under his fingers began leaking just as much precum.

“Go ahead." He whispered into his friend's ear.

The hand fully gripped Mason's throbbing cock and began stroking it, as he began gradually increasing the stroking motion of his fingers over Jacob's own cock head.

“Don't move and just trust me. Okay?" Came the whispered request. Jacob slowly nodded.

Mason pulled back a little and gently tugged on one side of the waistband, to move it up his friend's belly. He felt the other side move in tandem and saw Jacob's free hand gripping it, as he began pulling his own hand inside free of the waistband. That same free hand was then moved back to his ass cheeks and sunk the fingers in around the handle of the plug, getting thoroughly coated in the essence that had leaked out of his ass. He dug some out and got the palm of his hand coated with it as well. Mason managed to get his essence lubed hand back to Jacob's cock, just as it was about to flop out into the open air. He swiftly but gently wrapped it around that throbbing cock and just held it.

“Oh fuck." His friend said through trembling lips. “That feels so good."

Mason then leaned back in and rested his head on his friend's shoulder, before he began slowly moving his coated hand up and down the throbbing cock. He felt Jacob's head lean into his face and the man's free hand gently grip his shoulder. That hand soon moved from the shoulder to behind it and began slowly caressing that part of his back. Mason just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of mutual masturbation finally being shared between the two of them. Both finally let out a sigh of contentment, before Jacob spoke again.

“We really shouldn't be doing this, you know." He quipped in a whisper.

“Then just stop stroking my cock." Mason whispered and teased back.

“I… I don't want to. It… feels too good in my hand."

“Your cock agrees."

“A man's cock will agree with any physical stimulation."

“True. But this one agreed more the moment you grabbed mine."

“How could you tell?"

“You began leaking all over my fingers like a faucet."

“Oh. I guess that would be telling."

“I have no complaints."

“Neither do I."

Mason then felt a hand caress the side if his face and grip it, just as he felt the head leaning into his face turn until their noses made contact.

“I want to do something."

“Go ahead. Tell me."

“I… I want to kiss you. Is… that okay?"

“It's fine."

Jacob pushed his lips against Mason's, then opened and closed them over his friend's lips in a single moist caress. The gesture was returned, before both were opening and closing around each other's lips in a lingering soft kiss. Jacob then moved his hand to the back of Mason's head and pulled him into a deeper more passionate kiss. One that he had only shared with a girl once, while they were hiding away in a barn loft. Moments ago, he could have never imagined showing this same affection or desire towards a man. Now it was all he could think about. Many ideas popped into his head, about the many things he wanted to do to Mason. So many deeply passionate things. Things ending with him plunging inside his friend and showing him how good he could fuck. He wanted to fuck Mason and have the acolyte make those same sounds he heard when looking through the wall. He didn't care if it was wasted effort to breed another male. Something inside told him it would still feel just as good and amazing as that girl's pussy that same day. Just as warm and soft to his throbbing cock, as it thrust in and out of Mason with the same tenacity and speed that his friend was showing his own hand right now. He wanted that now more than anything and to…

Jacob broke the kiss and angled his head up to gasp, as his throbbing cock shot his load all over their bellies and that wonderful lubed hand stroking it. He felt a warm presence splatter all over his forearm and side, as reward for pleasuring his friend in return. The amount of cum ejecting out of his cock surprised Jacob, but it felt so good and he really didn't care if didn't stop coming out. His body started to tremble and then his knees began to buckle. Mason was right there and cradled his slow descent to the floor, as both jointly leaned into each other and collapsed against the open door. Jacob finally noticed a sweet and somewhat familiar scent hanging in the air around both of them. So pleasant and enticing. Every time he inhaled, it made his cock throb and release a tiny bit more of his cum.