This is a fictional story that is for a character from my current tale 'with the Ramgards' that I have been writing. A few were taken with the character Gorham. The the village guards lieutenant that I surmised the hot manly man needed a tale all his own. It tells of his need to help ypung men escape the clutches of an intolerant church. And the boys he saves. But this is told at the point of view of said boys. There may be man-beasts in this tale. But not the predominant fixtures of the story. It is for the hot and hairy Gorham
Do enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lieutenant Gorham (Jarman (1)
..... Jarman was 10 when he started to see boys differently. He knew it was wrong. Or at least that's what his mother told him. Thats what his father told him. And certainly thats what was written. Boy he could not deny the urges that he had. Even so young he had them. A longing for the touch of another male person. He loved his mother and thought girls were fun as friends. But as he watched his father and mother when they were close. He saw the love and romance in them. Aand it was a fairy tale he wanted too. Just not with a woman.
As Jarman grew in the next few years. That pull towards men grew stronger. Yet the rules that he had to live by were just as strong. The problem his village had was the way they religiously followed the laws of the sacred scrolls. Any behavior that did not follow the laws created to the letter follow the writings that were told by the temple. There were many that were obvious. Killing another human person was forbidding. Yet the temple seemed to be allowed to bring someone death. Which he found odd. But it was the religion if his people. But as he grew older and left his youths. Passing into his teen years. He grew more abhorrent of his religion. Especially for its condemnation of what he believed was what and who he was. A male that desired men.
"I cannot help my desire" he said to himself one day
It was the day he saw Gorham. He was the lieutenant of the guard. His eyes near pooped from his head when he aaw the huge man. Thick massive frame and a heavy beard. It made his father look almost feminine by comparison.
"Look at this arms" he said of the man "This arms with much hair on them" "He must be a bear of a man"
He saw the huge man look at him during a guards salute in the main square of the town. A hard glaring look that almost frightened him. But that was the head guard. Surly he would follow the laws of the land, and he would be punished every so severely for hia thoughts.
So he found solice in his worries of his desires with another boy from his school. Panera was an older boy. 2 years his senior. Panfar was 17 now. He was to finish his schooling and work with his father the blacksmith. Jarman was always rather smitten with Panfar. He was strong already in his youth. Dark long hair and a striking face. He caught Panfar looking at him one day. It was an almost taunting look. "So Jarman. You seem different than most boys" he had said
Jarman questioned this. But somehow feeling that the older boy knew what was in his mind. The looks that Jarman had given him must have been a tell. Panfar took him to his fathers shop. They spoke there in the back room. Jarman found that Panfar and his father dis not cater to the believes if the scrolls.
"Every since my mother passed in" Panfar said "How did go die?" Jarman asked "Bends" the older boy said
Jarman felt sorry for him. But Panfar wanted no comfort for it. He explained that his mother was a devout follower of the teachings. Yet she still became ill and died. Thats when hus father and he himself stopped believing in the convoluted scriptures. Jarman agreed and they talked much of this. And that when Jarman told his friend of his desires. He feared that Panfar may repulse in this. But he did not.
"How can it be wrong to have love for another person." He said "it's all just hatred of me and those that are different"
Hos words made Jarman smile. And as he saw how mire and mirr people seemed to be condemned by the priests in the temple. He liked religion all the less.
Jarman believed this all the more as each month passed. He felt it was his need to decipher the lies in the scrolls. So he read everything. Looking and finding inconsistencies in the tales told in then. Of course his mother and mostly his father found his blasphemy of what they held true to be a shame brought in them. His father beat him so when they argued about it.
"You are not my son" he growled "Sinner. Blasphemer."
It was hard to hear this from his father. And he ran out of the house that day. Just to get away from the hate of his father. And of course where he went was his friends house.
"What is wrong Jarman?" His friend said
He told him of the fight with his father. The beating he suffered at his hands. Tears welling in his eyes at the words spoken. Panfar gave him a great big hug to console him. Jarman hugged his friend tightly. Not wanting to let him go. Panfar just held him. Then he stroked his hair as a mother to her child.
"Fear not my friend" Panfar stated "If you leave him and his care" "We shall take you in"
He then kissed Jarman on the head. And Jarman felt safe in his friends hold. And he did want to stay there. But he knew he could not. The laws would strike at him for leaving his family. Like all the other silly laws this place had..... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued