DOVE OF HARMONY
Part One
By Arthur
Authors Note: Welcome to Book Three of the series I hope that you all enjoy it as much as you have shown to like the other two books.
For those who would like to read some of my other stories you may find two of them on a new site at www.justincasescorner.homestead.com and use the link to 'Justins Nook' They are of a different nature but you may enjoy them as a lighter aside.
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Now a return to our boy Eric and his Master James.
The last two years had been well spent training and teaching Eric to accept his new position in life as a Child of Mythra, as well as taking him to the levels he needed to go to and find his inner strengths, the use of his safe word and go slow had almost been forgotten as I was now aware that at the moment of going into harmony was his way of telling me he was at his limit for that session at which I would cease immediately and let him rest and recover.
Eric had also shown remarkable ability to teach himself a few tricks that at times astounded me with his persistance to attain perfection for me, he was now capable of sleeping in all four positions without the aid of restraints although I still used them on occassions to stretch his limits when I deemed it was fitting.
The hardest and most remarkable was sleeping in the Helot position on the floor all night without moving or loosing his posture at any time and as he said it made him ready for his ten strokes of the Strega when he woke up, he said he no longer felt the actual blow but only the warmth spreading deep inside his belly as the strokes were laid on, he could now accept the full strength of a stroke from me and would give a little "Mmmm" after each one as he was pushed 6" along the floor by the force.
After counting out the last stroke he would jump to his feet with a huge smile on his face and after thanking me would run off to the bathroom for his daily enema and shower, then into the kitchen to get my coffee while smiling and whistling the whole time, it was not often now that I had to use his belt to keep his now 5" rod in order as he had for some time been able to control his urges and would only get hard on command or when involved in a heavy session of bondage which more and more he seemed to enjoy as the belts were tightened around his still slim small body.
For his last birthday ( he is now 16 going on 17) I had bought him his own computer and given him permission to use it on the net or chat for two hours a day in any room he liked, he had refused his own email address saying he didnt need one as I had the right to read all his mail then they might as well send it via mine.
He liked to go into the chat rooms for teens on the Nifty sight and would diligently save and file all the chat writings for me to see if a wished to, as he said he did not want to cause any dishonour to me by saying something inappropriate to someone else when in the rooms.
Nigel along with his boy Tony who had become so close to Eric that when given the oppotunity they were inseperable, as well as Brian who was still without a slave and Richard with his boy beside him all sat around the lounge as we had done a number of times over the last two years, it had become a little like a private gathering for dinner and a bit of a chin wag each month, we had tried to find a good boy for Brian but he had said he would wait until the right boy came along as he didn't want to just take someone for the plaesure of having a boy by his side.
Brians maturity into a young Master had been a slow progression to where he was now confident of his ability with our instruments of discipline and the needed inner strength to be responsible for a boy, we had all at times let him try out various ways and means on our own boys so he could get a feel for what he was expected to do, although the boys never said a word about it they showed in small ways how much they enjoyed the odd times with Brian and even tried to make it better for him but only after discussion with us first.
Eric had become a celebrity with the other slaves who would ring him on the telephone and after he had my permission he would try to advise them about what ever it was that they needed, at first he would talk to me then pass on what was said to the boy concerned but for the past 6 months he had been making the decisions himself and showed a great capacity of understanding when asked advice.
The dinner had as usual been a great success and the boys had bustled about serving and then cleaning up afterward as the four of us sat down to coffee and cognac afterwards, when they had finished the cleaning up the boys came and as it was a down time for them they curled up either in the laps of their Master or in Erics case he was sitting on the floor between my legs with his head resting on my knee, a little satisfied smile on his face as we four Masters talked.
The conversation had gone back t the day of Tony's initiation and the hysterical laughter I had created later in the day by turning on Erics new Buzzer for five minutes, the poor boy didn't know what hit him as the action of the dildo he was wearing was one that instead of just vibrating it's action was for the top two inches to move back and forth and the flange at the top was a little bigger than the rest in the form of the actual glans of a peins so with this rubbing in and out over his prostate Eric had disolved onto the floor in a state resembling soft jello as he squirmed and wriggle while emitting strange moans and sighs as it did its work, the room had been in an uproar until he finally looked up at me with glazed eyes and a vary large amount of ooze showinig through the hole in his chastity belt.
The poor boy took nearly thirty minutes to come donw after that but there were many times after that he asked to be able to wear the same plug again, as Eric called it his Claytons plug, from an old drink that tasted like alcahol but was not, in Erics words that night to me when were alone.
"It's the fuck you have when you're not having one."
This comment of course earned him twenty strokes of the Paddle for being crass, but he took them all with a knowing smile on his face as it was just as hard for me to not laugh out loud at the little imp.
At about 9.00pm the telephone started to ring and Eric as usual jumped to his feet to answer it, I watched as he spoke into the mouth piece and as his face got paler and paler I began to get to my feet with a look of concern when Eric looked at me with a tear begining to appear in his eyes.
"Master James, it's a boy, he's in trouble, he's not of the society but heard about me from someone, he's hurt and wants to come here to see me, what should I do?"
"Give him the address and tell him to come Eric, where is he?"
Eric spoke into the phone again and then turned back to me.
"He's about a mile away Master."
"Tell him to come now as quick as he can."
"yes Master."
Eric passed on the message and then with tears still in his eyes came over to me in a rush holding tight to my waist as I put my arms around him and pulled him close.
"What is it Eric?"
"He....he sounds so bad James, I think he is realy hurt."
"Ok kiddo soon as he gets here bring him inside, don't worry about formalities, get him in here as quick as you can, Richard could you give Greg a ring and see if he can get over here, we may need him I think."
Without a word Richard went to the phone and began dialing, the three boys were alert and Brian and Nigel looked at me with real concern at this turn of events.
Twenty minutes later as Eric sat on my lap while I rubbed his back gentley there was a ring at the front door bell, I released him as he took off like a rabbit to answer it and as he opened the door a disheavled bundle of bloody rags fell into his arms knocking them both to the floor, Brian was up and running before either of the three of us could move but as Brian reached down to the boy he let out a yell that made Brian jump back as the boy went into full panic mode yelling and screaming about all the Masters wanting to kill him, Brian looked over to the three of us and I indicated for him to come back and let Eric and now Tony help the boy.
Eric sat on the floor holding the boy while Tony sat beside them both rubbing the boy's back softly and making cooing noises to him, I turned to the other three and said we should go into the kitchen until Eric and Tony had settled the boy down enough to be able to tell us what had happened, they agreed and we went into have our drink and discuss what we should now do.
It was obvious that the boy needed urgent medical attention and Richard had said that Greg had just dropped the phone when he told him that a boy had beeen hurt and that he would be here in an hour and that to do as much as we could until he got there.
After some time had passed I could hear Erics voice calm and confident talking to the now more settled boy and now that the yelling and distraught sobbing had lessened I heard Eric give Tony and order to come and get us, the four of us returned to the lounge quietly and took our seats as we were before but far enough away from the injured boy so he would not feel threatened by our presence.
"Nigel could Tony hold the boy while Eric comes over here and tells me whats going on?"
Nigel immediately turned to Tony.
"Go see to him, keep him calm, do whatever you have to to make him feel safe."
"Yes Sir."
Tony went and took Erics place on the floor holding the boy close to himself and whispering softly to him, Eric rose and came to me but as he was about to 'Present' I shook my head.
"This is not the time for formalities Eric, the boy needs help, now what did he tell you and can we go to him to try to fix him up a bit, Master Greg is on the way to look after him properly but we have to do something to stop the bleeding and get him settled into a bed."
"Yes James, he says he's a freeman and was picked up from the street last night by a guy that seemed really nice, but when they got back to the Mans place he went all strange on Chris, thats his name, he grabbed him and said he was never going to leave the house again and that he would be the guy's slave forever."
"Can he tell us where the guy lives?"
"I don't know, he didn't say much only what I've told you."
"Can you get him to let us look after him and fix him up?"
"I'll try james but he is really scared of anyone who looks like a Master."
"Ok, see if he wil look at us and he can pick one of us to help him, the rest of us won't touch him, tell him he is safe here and that no one will hurt him, we just want to help him."
"Yes James, I'll try."
The four of us looked at the bundle of misery still on the floor wrapped up in Tony's arms, his baddly shaven head on Tony's shoulder as the intermittant sobs kept coming out.
Eric knelt down beside the pair and began to talk softly to the boy who continued to shake his head violently in denial, Eric talked on for over ten minutes until finally the boy lifted his head to look at the four of us and then back at Eric, after a few more words Eric rose up and came over to me.
"James he says that Master Brian looks nice and he would let him go to him if Master Brian wanted to."
I looked over at Brian who was already rising from the chair to go to the boy.
"Slowly Brian, he's scared as a rabbit, take it slow and easy, let him make a move toward you, don't push him."
"Yes James, thanks."
"Eric you go back there to be with them, he may feel safer with you beside him."
"Yes James."
Nigel, Richard and I stayed as we were letting Brian make the approach then in a most unmasterly fashion Brian stopped a few feet short of the boy on the floor and knelt down to wait, he made no move toward the boy who was now looking Brian over with very scared eyes as though trying to figure out if Brian could be trusted after what the boy had just gone through.
The tension in the room became palpable as the boy continued to make his slow and long inspection and then as though he knew something the rest of us could not see he lifted his head fron Tony's shoulder and reaching out with a bloodied hand toward brian he said.
"Please Master help me."
Brian neede no further urging as he leant forward and reached for the injured boy lifting him bodily up in his arms and looking at me enquiringly.
"Erics bedroom Brian, I'll get the first aide kit from the kitchen."
Without a word brian headed for Eri's room almost at a run carrying the small bundle as the it were the most valuable Ming Vase in the world, a quick glance at the other two and a smile from me told us all what we wanted to know, Brian had just found his boy, whethter he knew it or not as yet.
To Be Continued: