Excerpt from Camaraderie
"I think we should go. How long are we expected to wait?" Helmer asked on the fourth night as they sat around the fire, having just feasted on a supper of steamed clams and crabs, none of the young men having been able to spear a fish today. Smart little creatures to have eluded them so. But not so lucky were those buried beneath the shores or scampering across wet sand. Parker, the Silent, as he'd been dubbed early on, was already cleaning up the discarded, broken shells with an eye toward burying the remains farther along the beach. Each of them had been trained well in maintaining cleanliness surrounding the area where they lived.
"Not a good idea," Krispin, the Immaculata, said as he worked to clean his teeth with the end of a twig he'd cut from a tree at the edge of the jungle. Krispin certainly had a creative knack about maintaining his personal hygiene. No matter how primitive the circumstances, he found a way to always keep his appearance at its best. Alonzo had taken a lesson or two from the Immaculata. Krispin spit into the fire before continuing. Though his appearance was immaculate, there was something to be said for his manners. Alonzo was relieved he didn't pee into the firehe'd been known to pull that stunt a time or two.
"If you haven't learned anything else from staying in these bloody huts," Alonzo said, "I would have thought you'd learned that patience is one virtue those in authority admire most."
"Hardly think he's learned that bit," David, dubbed the Steadfast, said. "I think he rather likes the punishments his squire meted out to him. That's what you really want, isn't it, Helmer? Get us all in trouble just because you prefer the spankings and the whippings."
Helmer, who had acquired the moniker "Prick," just grinned back at David. The nickname was meant more to needle Helmer than anything else. Helmer had shown himself to be a most impatient fellow right from the start, giving rise at most inappropriate moments. The group had shared more than one of his "reprimands" during training. In more than one instance the word had been mumbled by men rubbing their sore asses all thanks to him. And that obviously hadn't changed one iota. A cheeky fellow, too. Not in the least as respectful as he should be. "Maybe. Never have been very good with patience. Not my strong suit."
"Perhaps," Alonzo suggested, "you'll enjoy serving the Painmaster." He shuddered inwardly at the thought of serving such a harsh man of authority. But here on the island there were all types, to suit every taste.
"Mmm," Helmer said. "My squire spoke with me at length about apprenticing with that particular man of authority. I will say it does sound rather intriguing. I wouldn't ever have to worry about getting enough&ldots;if you get my point. I'd think he'd be delighted having a man like me apprentice to him. Someone who rather enjoys being bad, more than being perfectly amenable&ldots;like our lad Alonzo here."
Not the most wondrous nickname, but rather that than some other. Amenable Alonzo. And it had been the damned Prick who had thought it up.
"I'm not perfect, Helmer. In fact, I'd say I rather enjoyed the odd whipping from Squire. He has a very good hand. But I'd rather not have a steady diet of it, such as you'd enjoy, I'm sure." He settled back between David's thighs and felt the stiff presence of his friend's cock poking insistently between his shoulders. He rubbed against that alert presence. David softly groaned. "I wonder who we'll all end up serving once we make it to the city? I have a feeling it may not be who we think it is. But I must say, I am looking forward to the challenges that await us there."
"First we have to get over the mountain," Parker said, as he came back and dropped down cross-legged onto the sand. "My Squire said it's not going to be any picnic crossing the Titans."
"Yes, mine said the same," David injected. Alonzo closed his eyes and David kneaded his scalp, combing his fingers through Alonzo's long, dark hair. "He said we should get plenty of rest because we're going to need every bit of stamina we can muster."
"Well, this waiting around is killing me," Helmer complained.
Parker leaned toward the pile of driftwood and picked up a sturdy stick. He directed the end toward Helmer. "Would you like some help? Just so you can sleep better, of course."
Tales of the Midnight Pearl Brotherhood #2: Camaraderie
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