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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 4

   There had been nothing on the news about Rabbit, so that weekend I took
him with me on a road trip.

   From the Internet I made a list of paintball activities in neighboring
states and we had fun attending a few.  I watched Rabbit compete against
other kids, doing so well he was asked by several older teens to join with
them in a team event.  Their team did not win, but they made a good showing
and Rabbit rode home with me on Sunday night, still talking excitedly about
the experience.

   "Can we go again next week, Joe?"

   "Sure, why not." The boy grinned at me.

   I had hoped to use the events as a means of obtaining boys for the laser
tag maze I was building.  I saw plenty of possibilities, but all were with
adults.  None approached me on their own, so that part of the plan would
have to wait.

   Meanwhile, on Monday as Rabbit and I were starting our workout, Scott
called.

   "What's up?" I asked.  "How come you're not at school?"

   "I ditched this morning," the boy answered.  "Joe, when you like comin'
to visit?" There was a desperate urgency in his tone.

   "What's wrong, Tiger?  What's goin' on?"

   "My mom's boyfriend." It sounded as if Scott was close to tears.  "He
like...  says I can't like play laser tag no more.  He wants me to work...
To like do stuff with him after school."

   "Oh wow..."

   "Joe, when are you comin'?"

   "Sunday," I told him, making an instant decision.  "I'll be there Sunday
morning.  You hang in there until then, hear me?  And don't say nothin'."

   "Okay."

   "You still wanna play laser tag for real?"

   "Yeah."

   "Then on Sunday, you come with me.  I'll fix it so you can.  I've got it
all set up."

   "For real?"

   "For real.  Is there anything from your mom's place you want to bring
with you?"

   "Uh-uh."

   "That makes it easy.  I'll meet you at the corner by your trailer park
at nine o'clock Sunday morning.  Don't let anyone see where you're going.
This has got to be secret."

   "I know." Scott's voice sounded eager now.

   "Call me whenever you want this week.  Do whatever you need to do to
make it to Sunday."

   "Okay.  For real, Joe?  I can like play laser tag for real?"

   "For real.  I promise.  You just make it to Sunday and we'll be fine. 
I'll see you then."

   "See you, Joe..."

   We hung up and I looked at Rabbit who had been listening while I talked.
"That was Scott.  The kid who does laser tag.  We'll go get him Sunday
while we're on the next road trip."

   The boy's expression did not change, but I sensed he was not thrilled
about sharing me with anyone else.  To distract him I made the rest of the
workout even harder than usual, giving out extra praise, and then at the
end I spent a long time with him in the shower.

   Later that week some of the equipment I had ordered began to arrive at
the blind address where I received packages.  So Rabbit got more
distractions playing with laser vests.

   "This is like awesome, Joe!" The boy pounced on the big package the
moment I dragged it in from the garage.  After pulling out a vest,
struggling into it and zipping up, he stood looking down, admiring himself.

   "We'll have to work on the fit a little," I said, adjusting the thing on
him.  Right away I could tell that all the vests would have to be made
smaller, particularly around the waist.  They were also going to need some
sort of thong arrangement because, except for the vest itself, I wanted the
boys to fight naked.

   But the first step was to check out the gun system.  I hung one of the
vests on our target frame and Rabbit spent the afternoon firing a laser
pistol at it from all positions.  The light detectors proved reliable, as
did the "Zap... Zap..." sound effects.  And getting hits was enough of a
challenge to make things interesting.  Later on, Rabbit watched with
interest as I used duct tape to attach one of the capacitive discharge
units onto the vest, hooked the unit's leads to the logic controlling the
sound effects--and produced a bright fat spark between two wires when a hit
triggered the "Zap" sound.

   "Oh wow!" the boy breathed.

   "Yeah," I told him.  "This is gonna make things interesting.  When you
take a hit, you're gonna know about it!"

   The problem was where to put the extra lithium batteries powering the
system.  I decided the best place would be a sleeve running up and down the
middle of the back.  This, plus the other modifications I planned,
necessitated more sewing than I could do myself, so the next day Rabbit
helped load the vests into my truck and then accompanied me on a visit to a
nearby city.  We purchased a supply of black thongs before visiting a small
storefront shop in a largely Asian neighborhood where an elderly woman
nodded in understanding when I explained what I wanted.  "Fii day," she
told me holding up five fingers.  I gave her money and we headed back home.

   On Friday we took off in the van on another road trip with Rabbit all
excited, eager to get into a paintball event we had found on the Internet
for Saturday.  He knew we would be picking up Scott on Sunday, but he
appeared unworried about it.  I could not tell if he had accepted what was
going to happen or had decided to ignore it.

   Because I knew long trips in the van were boring for him we stopped
early at a motel with an indoor pool so I could take Rabbit swimming.  The
boy was not a good enough swimmer to be at home in the water, but he was
comfortable as long as I stayed with him and he had a good time.  Later we
spent several hours locked together on the bed in our room, then the boy
spent the remainder of the night cuddled against me.  In the morning,
fueled with a solid breakfast from a fast food place found along the
Interstate, we drove the rest of the way to the paintball event.

   For Rabbit's participation in these fights I had given him the required
goggles and protective clothing, which he considered annoying and
restrictive because at-home he practiced naked.

   "Do I gotta' where this stuff?" he complained when I made him put
everything on in the parking area.

   "It's their rules, so you have to," I explained.  "When we do it at our
place it'll all be different."

   "We'll do it like for real, won't we, Joe?"

   "Yeah.  For real.  As real as we can make it."

   While Rabbit joined into the team warfare set up for the kids I wandered
around checking for prospects.  Just as I had found the week before, any
that might have been suitable were hedged about with adults, some of whom
made me wonder if they shared the same relationship with their charges that
I had with Rabbit.

   Grilled hotdogs along with other food items were on sale near the
parking lot, and in addition a few stands offered paintball equipment.  I
looked over the guns, not seeing anything better than the weapons Rabbit
was already using.  However one dealer, operating out of the back of his
truck, had a selection of knives that got my attention.  One model, a
dagger with a short double-edged needle pointed blade and skeleton handle,
came with a flat leather scabbard designed to be strapped to forearm or
calf.  It was boy sized and the idea came to me that it could be used as an
auxiliary weapon in a game of extreme paintball.  I bought a dozen, the
dealer's entire supply, and put them away in the van, leaving one aside for
Rabbit.

   The boy was delighted with the gift.  I presented it to him that
afternoon when he emerged from a winning round splashed with paint, but
covered in glory.  Once he was cleaned up and had shucked the hot
protective clothing I handed him the knife as a reward for victory.  His
eyes lit up.

   Oh, wow!  Awesome!  Thanks, Joe!"

   After drawing the knife out to admire it, he insisted on strapping the
scabbard to his leg then and there, wore it the rest of the day, and only
took it off reluctantly that night when it was time for our shower.

   Aware that jealousy might be an issue when Scott joined us in the
morning, I spent extra time with Rabbit that evening, bringing him to one
after another of his immature climaxes, whispering endearments into his ear
as he writhed in ecstasy.  Even so, we still did not engage in the full
act. Rabbit liked my tongue in him for long deep kisses.  He had learned to
take my full-length into his throat, and grown eager to feel the
penetration of my fingers in his rear.  But I still sensed a subtle
reluctance to go further and did not press him.  That night, as I held his
slender wiry body pressed sweetly to my own I wondered how it would be when
he no longer had me all to himself.

   Early in the morning we took off, heading down the Interstate for the
city where Scott would meet us.  The day before, while I had been wandering
around at the paintball event, the boy had called me confirming our plans.
When Rabbit and I bought breakfast we got an extra bag of food in case
Scott needed it.  In the back of the van I had extra mats for the boys to
lie on, along with two game boys to keep them occupied during the long
drive back home.

   Promptly at 9 AM I made the turn onto the road leading to Scott's
trailer park.  Just past it was a curve, then a turn off onto a side road.
The curve hid the intersection from the trailer park entrance and it was
where I had dropped Scott off the last time I had seen him.  I slowed as we
came toward it, checking my rearview mirror, but at that hour on a Sunday
morning there was almost no traffic.  Our van was the only vehicle in
sight. Up ahead the corner by the side street was empty, but as I stopped
the van by the side of the road Scott emerged from behind some bushes,
waved, and ran toward us.  Rabbit opened the door and slid over, making
room so the shorter blonde boy could scramble in next to him on the seat. A
moment later the door was closed and we were off down the road.

   "Everything go okay?" I asked holding out a palm.  Scott slid his own
over it, nodding.

   "I like snuck out.  She ain't gonna even know I'm gone till tonight or
tomorrow."

   Scott was dressed exactly as I had seen him before; worn baggy cargo
shorts, dingy Nikes and a loose tee shirt, faded from many washings. 
Despite his clothes, the boy was so beautiful he still looked gorgeous; his
light blonde hair falling down over one eye and the smooth tanned skin of
bare arms and legs glowing in the morning sunlight.  I saw Rabbit eyeing
him with some suspicion and hastened to make introductions.

   "Rabbit, this is Scott, the laser tag kid I told you about.  He wants to
come with us to play laser tag for real."

   "Hi." Scott held out his fist.  After a moment Rabbit touched it with
his own.

   "Scott," I went on, "this is Rabbit.  He's an ace at paintball, but he's
played laser tag also.  He wants to play paintball for real."

   "Awesome!" Scott's face lit up in a grin.  "This is gonna be like so
cool!"

   "Better believe it," I told him.  "Rabbit was just the big winner in a
paintball contest yesterday, so we've been havin' a pretty good time.  This
drive back is gonna be sort of long and boring.  I brought some game boys
for you guys to play with.  Plus there's breakfast there in the bag, Scott,
if you want it.  As soon as we get back I'll show you the place I'm turning
into a big fight maze.  Rabbit can tell you about the laser vests we've
been modifying to use in it."

   Rabbit still had not said a word and I suspected that the lanky boy was
not particularly anxious to tell Scott anything, but neither did he appear
overtly hostile.  As Scott dug into the breakfast we had brought, I caught
him looking a few times at Rabbit's gold chain.  Once the food was gone he
scrambled past Rabbit into the back of the van and as soon as the lanky boy
saw that Scott intended to investigate the paintball equipment he went back
there as well.  In the rearview mirror I watched the two of them handling
Rabbit's pistol.  It seemed as if they were finally having a conversation.
Later they had the two Game Boys connected with a cable so I knew they were
competing head-to-head on one of the game cartridges.  At our first gas
stop I asked who was winning, but they just grinned and neither would tell
me.

   The long drive home was tedious and both boys were asleep by the time we
arrived after midnight.  I herded them inside, sleepy eyed and stumbling,
led them upstairs to my bedroom, had them strip, then tucked them naked
under the covers of my big bed.  After a shower I joined them, falling
asleep with their smooth warm bodies nestled to either side of me.

   In the morning, when a shaft of sunlight beaming through the window
finally woke me, the boys were gone but I heard noises coming from the
basement.  When I checked I found a lively paint gun competition going on
with Rabbit and Scott taking turns diving onto the mats, rolling and then
firing into the target stand.  The boys were naked except for a pair of the
brief satin workout shorts and I noticed that Rabbit had the knife I had
given him strapped to his right lower leg.  Eyes sparkling with excitement,
both boys rushed to greet me as I came down, both replying together, "Me!"
when I asked, "Who's winning?"

   "Okay," I said, laughing.  "Now, who wants breakfast?"

   "Me!" they shouted again, racing ahead up the stairs.

   While I scrambled some eggs and got toast and bacon ready, Scott toured
the rest of the house with Rabbit accompanying him.

   "This is like totally rad, Joe!" the blonde boy exclaimed when they came
back and were sitting on stools watching me finish the meal preparations.
"Can we like go swimming later in the pool?"

   "Sure, if you want to.  It's not heated, and now that the weather's
getting cooler I'd wait until noon before you do it.  That way you'll have
the sun to warm you up."

   "Okay." Scott looked around happily.  Beside him Rabbit kept glancing
from the blonde boy to myself.

   "Did Rabbit teach you how to use the paint pistol?" I asked, loading
plates for them.

   "Yeah!  It's so cool, Joe!  An' he says you got laser guns, too, but
they're like bein' fixed up someplace now."

   After putting the food in front of both boys I stood next to Rabbit,
stroking the boy's golden brown hair.

   "If Rabbit taught you on the paint pistols you learned from the best,
because he's an expert." The slender boy looked up at me in gratitude, eyes
shining with pride.  "He's been helping me design the new laser vests, too.
I'm gonna need both of you to help me test them."

   "Cool!  What are they like, Joe?" Scott's face was alive with interest.

   Rabbit and I exchanged amused glances while I stroked the boy's soft
hair again.  "Each time you take a hit you'll know it," I told Scott.

   "Does it let you play like for real?"

   "Yeah.  For real.  You take too many hits and you're gone.  There's a
thing on the vast that takes you out."

   The blonde boy's eyes widened.  "Awesome!"

   "Yeah.  It's gonna be extreme.  We'll set it up so you can play
paintball for real, too.  Show him your knife, Rabbit."

   My wiry little gunfighter reached down, removed the knife from his leg
sheath and held it up so the razor-sharp blade glittered in the light.

   "When we play extreme paintball in the laser maze," I explained, "You'll
have one of these along with your paint gun.  If you can stun an opponent
with paint pellets, you can finish him."

   "That is like so totally awesome," Scott breathed.  He reached for the
knife but Rabbit pulled it back, looking up at me.

   "It's all right," I assured the boy.  "Let him feel it.  He'll give it
back to you."

   With some reluctance Rabbit allowed his knife to be examined by Scott,
who turned it over in his hands, testing the point with his fingertip. 
"This is like totally, totally rad..."

   I took the weapon from him, holding it where both boys could see. 
"Here's the proper grip.  It puts the blade at an angle for stabbing or
slashing.  When you slash, always go for the big arteries.  Stand up Scott.
Get those shorts off."

   When the blonde boy was standing naked before me, his perfectly formed
compact body gleaming, I demonstrated the vital points of neck, armpits and
groin.

   "You can slash behind the knees, too," I explained.  "That puts you in a
bad position for defense.  But it will work on a downed opponent.  Open a
big artery, they'll die in a few minutes."

   "What about in the heart?" Scott asked, pointing to his chest.

   Next to me Rabbit sat on his stool, watching, the front of his satin
shorts tented up.  "Yeah.  That'll work if you hit the right spot," I said.
"You have to stab upward.  That's why it's important to use the grip I
showed you.  If you don't stab upward, the ribs will close and block your
knife." I demonstrated on Scott and the boy lifted his arms to stretch the
skin over his ribs.  As my fingers pushed on his silky skin I saw his penis
sway and begin to lift.

   "Down here," I told the boys, sliding my hand onto the smooth muscular
sheath of Scott's tummy, "There's nothing in your way.  You can both stab
and slash.  My guess is, this knife blade's probably not long enough to hit
anything that'll take your opponent out quickly.  You should be able to
disable him, though.  Set him up for a finishing stroke."

   As my palm rubbed against Scott's glossy skin, the boy's thick little
rod lifted into full rigidity.  He smiled up at me shifting position a
little, hips thrust forward, displaying himself with pride.  I reached back
to pat his hard muscular butt.  "Once we start playing for real there's
gonna be bodies you can practice on.  I want you guys to be experts."

   Flipping the knife, I held the weapon by the blade and returned it
handle first to Rabbit who replaced it in his sheath, then stared up at me.
After caressing his bare shoulder, I slid my palm down his smooth taut
flank to stroke the hardness in his groin through the silky shorts.  "You
guys are gonna be the best ultimate paintballers and laser fighters in the
world, right, Hot Shot?"

   The boy nodded, eyes locked on mine.  Next to him Scott squirmed naked
back onto the stool leaving his shorts on the floor.  "When we gonna like
do it, Joe?"

   "As soon as I get the maze set up.  If you guys ever finish eating I'll
take you over to see it."

   With this incentive, the two boys gobbled down their food.  Then after
persuading Scott to pull his shorts back on, I herded both down into the
van and we set off for the Industrial Park.  At that midmorning hour there
was little traffic so it only required a few minutes to get there.  A quick
tour of the back parking area confirmed there were no stray cars.  I parked
by the side entrance of the warehouse, unlocked the door, then let the boys
out of the van so they could accompany me inside.

   Scott surveyed the vast empty space.  "Where's the maze, Joe?"

   "Not built yet.  But this is where it's gonna be.  Guys'll be coming to
work on it next week.  About a week after that it should be ready."

   "Wow!  It's gonna be big!"

   "Yeah.  There'll be plenty of room for you to run around.  I figure we
can stage some pretty big fights in here."

   Rabbit tugged at my arm.  "There's gonna be like pictures an' DVDs an'
stuff too, ain't there Joe?"

   "Oh yeah.  We'll have cameras all over the place.  We'll get you guys on
the Internet and make some big money."

   Scott was still looking around, not listening to either Rabbit's
question or my answer.  "This is gonna be like so awesome," he said again.

   We did not drive directly back to the house, but went to a local mall
where I instructed the boys to remain hidden in the van while I went
shopping.

   "That's gonna be like boring, Joe," Scott complained.

   "You got the Game Boys.  I won't take long." Turning to Rabbit, I asked,
"What color do you like?  Red, blue or gold?"

   "Ummm..." The lanky boy thought for a moment, then blurted, "Gold."

   "Okay." I looked at Scott.  "Red or blue?"

   "Red," he answered promptly.

   "Stay here and stay out of sight," I warned, leaving them to amuse
themselves with the Game Boys.  My first stop was the jewelry store where I
bought several items that I hid in my pockets so my two fighters would not
see them.  Then at the sporting goods shop I purchased a dozen pairs each
of both gold and red satin workout shorts, bringing them out to the van in
a large bag.

   "What'd ya' get, Joe?" Scott wanted to know the minute I climbed in. 
Both boys tore open the bag when I handed it to them.

   "Oh, cool!" Scott pulled out several pairs of the red shorts.  Next to
him Rabbit held up one of the gold ones, looking pleased.  A moment later
Scott was slipping out of the black shorts he was wearing to put on a new
red one.  Imitating him, Rabbit did the same with his pair of gold shorts.

   "Now you guys both have your own workout clothes," I told them,
surveying the results in the rearview mirror.  "I'll be able to tell you
apart."

   "Aw, geez, Joe!" Scott said, laughing.  "You can tell us apart!"

   "I don't know.  You're both totally awesome.  You're both excellent
shots.  You're both like the greatest kids in the world...  sometimes I'm
just not sure which of you is which."

   Scott giggled and Rabbit gave me a happy look.  When I reached back with
my fist both boys leaned forward to touch it with their own.  "I can't wait
to see you guys in action," I told them.

   When we got back to the house the noon sun was warm enough to take them
swimming.  I led them outside where they stripped off, then first Scott,
followed by Rabbit, jumped into the pool, yelping a bit because the water
was not as warm as it would have been in mid-summer.  Neither boy was a
good swimmer but they had fun playing in the shallow end, with me there
with them so they would feel safe.  They liked being thrown and we did this
for quite a while, giving my shoulders a tough workout.  Each boy got
tossed up into the air so he could cannonball back into the water making as
big a splash as possible.  With all the contact of their naked bodies on
mine both became erect, Scott squirming against me constantly, rubbing his
rigid boy stick on my thigh, pleading, "I wanna do it, Joe."

   "After lunch," I promised, stroking him beneath the water.

   At last my shoulders could take no more.  I chased the boys out of the
water, dried them off and made them lie on their towels in the Sun for a
time while I told them stories.  Then we went inside where they sat naked
on the counter stools watching me make sandwiches.  While we had been
swimming Rabbit had taken off his sheath knife, but now he strapped it to
his leg again.  Scott eyed him, then finally asked, "Do I get a knife, too,
Joe?"

   "Yes," I assured him.  "You can have one, too."

   "When can we like try the new vests?"

   "They should be ready later this week.  Then you'll both have to help
test them out."

   "Like, how do they work?" Scott was fairly quivering with eagerness. 
"How do you know if you get hit?"

   I smiled at the blonde boy.  Scott, the outgoing one, would do all the
talking if allowed, but I knew it was vital that Rabbit feel included and
important as well.  I turned to him.  "Why don't you explain the thing we
built."

   My slender gunfighter hesitated a moment, squirming on his stool, then
started, "Joe like made this thing..."

   "You helped."

   Rabbit squirmed again, but I could tell he was pleased.  "It's like this
thing with wires," he went on, "an' like they're gonna stick on your skin
when you get the vest on, an' like if you get like a laser hit, there's
like this noise, an' it zaps you."

   "Oh wow!" Scott looked up at me.  "Like electricity?  Like you get
shocked?"

   "Rabbit?" I said, turning the question over to him.

   "Yeah," the lanky boy explained.  "Electricity.  The wires like make
this big spark when we tried it."

   "Geez!" Scott stared at him.  "You mean like you get electrocuted?  Like
with just one hit?"

   "It's not that big a shock," I said to help Rabbit out because I knew he
was not sure of the answer.  "Just enough to make you twitch for a moment.
You'll definitely know about it, but it won't kill you.  Plus there are
`Zap' sound effects, too."

   "What happens at the end, when you take like enough hits to die?"

   "There's like this gun thing," Rabbit told him.

   "You'll see it when we get the vests," I said, putting plates of
sandwiches in front of the boys.  "We'll have to test everything, so you
guys will have plenty of chances to see how everything works.  Hurry up and
eat.  I've got a surprise for you when you're done."

   "What?" Scott looked up, eyes shining.  Rabbit turned to stare at me as
well.

   "You'll see.  Finish up."

   The boys gobbled their food.  Then, when they were done, I made them
wait while I cleaned up, just to prolong the suspense.  Leading them
downstairs, I unlocked the big bedroom.

   "Oh wow!" When I turned on the lights, Scott peered around, astonished.
He went right to the entertainment wall to examine the game system while
Rabbit trotted over to the DVD collection.

   "This is sort of like your clubhouse and rest area," I told them,
switching on the widescreen TV.

   "This is awesome, Joe!" Scott exclaimed.  "You got like all the cool
games!"

   I smiled at him, turning to stroke Rabbit's bare shoulder.  "How `bout
you, Hot Shot?  Finding anything you like?"

   The boy nodded, holding up a cassette of "Young Guns."

   "You like that one, huh?"

   He nodded, so after giving my gunfighter a hug I showed him how to work
the DVD player.  We inserted his movie disc, but before starting it I
gathered both boys in front of me.

   "Every day you guys will be working out.  I want you strong and well
trained for your fights.  We're gonna make a lot of money.  You'll get to
do things most kids never get to do.  I expect you to work together
sometimes; compete hard against each other at other times.  You'll be
together a lot.  But every day, each one of you will get time with me
alone. That time will be yours and no one else's.  Nothing will interfere
with it.  That's gonna start now."

   I pulled the boys toward me, giving each a hug.  "Rabbit, you've had me
all to yourself for nearly 3 weeks.  So I'm gonna give Scott some time
alone with me now.  Your time will come tonight.  Okay?"

   When the slender boy looked up at me, I could see the jealousy he was
trying to hide, but he nodded as I patted his shoulder.  "Watch a movie
now," I told him.  Then I led Scott through the bathroom, into the small
bedroom beyond.

   Once the door was closed, locked securely behind us, Scott came into my
arms, pressing his silky smooth naked body to mine so he could squirm
against me.  "I wanna, Joe," he pleaded.  "I wanna do it!"

   I picked him up, carried him to the bed, and stretched him out on his
back so I could admire the beauty of his perfect symmetry as I stripped
him. Scott stretched his arms back behind his head, pulling one knee up to
pose for me, his rigid little boner jutting it's full four inches from his
groin, the tip quivering with his excited heart beats.

   Once my clothes were off I knelt by his side, taking the straining shaft
into my mouth, sliding it through my lips, licking with my tongue.  Scott
moaned, arching as he squeezed his butt to make the thickened rod swell. 
Then he reached for me, tugging, pulling.  I moved over so he could take me
into his mouth as I had taken him and for a time we lay twisting on the
bed, sucking and writhing against each other until a set of little pulsing
throbs made Scott's hips thrust.

   Boy-like, Scott was impatient to move on the moment those first
contractions died away.  Pulling his head back to slide me from his mouth,
he pleaded, "Fuck me, Joe.  I wanna fuck..."

   Using the KY and Hawaiian Tropic kept by the bed, I lubed Scott,
spreading coconut scented oil inside his silky thighs, pushing gobs of KY
up into his petite boy hole while he hugged knees to chest.  Once his
stretched ass was slick and my jutting erection coated, I leaned over him,
the boy wrapping his perfectly formed legs around me while I guided the
head of my rod into his tight ring.  I felt the tension in his taut compact
body as he bore down to open himself, allowing my blunt tip to squeeze in.
As it stretched him, Scott strained, arching up against me with a moaning
cry, "Ahhhhhhhh..." I felt the head slipping through...  With a sudden pop
I entered the boy, my shaft half burying itself within his moist heat.

   "Uh...  Uh...  Uhhhhhhhhh..."

   Scott's lean young body writhed, squirming around my penetrating
fullness, desperate to accept its full length.  Head pulled back, tugging
at me with arms and legs, he bore down, then groaned in ecstasy as I slid
the rest of the way up into him.

   "Uhhhh...  Uhhhhhhhhhh...  Joooooeeeeeee..."

   Fully impaled, my groin pressed against his stretched ass, Scott
shuddered as I ground my hips to move my tip deep in his loins.  Suddenly
he was heaving, jerk after jerk bucking him in throbbing pulsations.  I
kept moving in him, grinding, pumping, sliding back and forth through his
ring, bringing the boy to another shuddering climax before withdrawing so I
could roll him onto his side.  Stretching out behind him, an arm around his
small taut waist, I re-positioned my shaft, then plunged once more into the
hot sweetness of his body with Scott writhing in ecstasy.  Thrusting my
hips, stroking his rigid boyhood with my fingers, I took him into spasms of
repeated frenzied jerking, until the boy's head lolled and he drifted, half
stunned by erotic pleasure.  By then I was tiring, ready for my own
release, but as I began to move faster, driving toward climax, Scott
moaned, reaching back to hold me.

   "Like before," he begged.  "Do like before, Joe."

   I withdrew so Scott could roll onto his back, hugging his beautifully
formed legs on either side of his chest.  When I leaned over to push into
his gaping opening the boy wrapped arms and legs around me, pulling me in,
tugging and squirming to urge me into movement.  As I pumped my hips he
went with me, arching to stretch me up as far as possible, writhing with
pleasure each time our bodies locked together.

   "Uhhhh...  Fuck me, Joe..." he pleaded.  "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me..."

   With the passion of the boy's response surging through me, I strove to
pump faster.  Throbs pulsed within Scott's loins.  Suddenly, slippery
warmth spread on my skin as his rigid shaft jerked against my stomach.  I
squeezed to hold back...  the pressure building inside me...  thrusting...
faster...  harder...  the boy was heaving against me, head thrown back,
gasping...  "Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..."

   Arching to stretch my tip up deep into the boy, pre-cum gushing, I held
myself in tension, squeezing with all my might.  I was cuming...  cuming...
in huge overwhelming release I bucked and heaved...  hot spurts of my seed
filling the boy as he cried out, jerking beneath me.

   When it was done both of us were left panting, covered with sweat.  I
hovered over the boy, supporting my weight on my elbows until my spent
member softened enough to slip out.  Then I rolled to the side taking Scott
with me, holding the boy, stroking his silky warmth while we both caught
our breaths.  Scott was still hard.  When he squirmed, sliding his smooth
skin on mine, stroking my shoulder with his palm, I felt his boner poking
into my stomach.

   "I doan' wanna be with nobody but you, Joe," he begged.  "Not ever."

   "I know." Caressing and petting his lovely golden smoothness, I assured
him, "I'll be here for you always."

   I bent my head to kiss the spun silk of his blond hair, the boy hugging
close, his heartbeat thudding against my own chest.  Looking down I
marveled at his beauty, the sculpted muscle, the glossy perfection of his
small immature form.  He might have been the young Alexander, the
half-godling touched by heaven, resting in my arms, unknown as yet to the
world that he was destined to conquer.

   "There's a surprise for you," I whispered.  Scott lifted his head, eyes
shining with anticipation.  Reaching for my pants, I pulled things from a
pocket and when he saw the gold chain Scott gave a little gasp, then leaned
forward, bending his head so I could fasten it around his neck.

   "Oh wow!" Breathlessly, he fingered the shiny links.  "Thank you, Joe!"

   Then his eyes widened even more as I held out a palm, displaying both a
gold loop and a gold stud.  "Which would you like for your ear?"

   Without hesitation Scott pointed to the stud.  "Come on," I told him,
tugging him off the bed, leading him into the bathroom where I had sterile
needles.  Like Rabbit, Scott took the piercing of his left earlobe without
flinching, and once the stud was in place I allowed him to admire it in the
mirror before smearing the pierced lobe with antibiotic ointment.

   "Like it?" Without replying in words Scott turned to hug me.  "There's
one more thing," I told him.  Kneeling down I fastened a thin gold chain
around his left ankle while the boy watched.  "You know what this means,
right?" He gave a solemn nod.

   When I straightened up Scott pulled his head back to gaze at me.  I
caressed his shoulder.  "It's all for real now," I told him.  "Just like
you wanted.  Fight to the death for me, Scott.  Swear it."

   "I swear," he answered, eyes flashing.

   With a final hug I led him to the shower where the boy clung to me
beneath the hot water while I soaped both our bodies.  Afterwards, while I
was drying him off, Scott asked, "What about Rabbit?"

   "He's sworn to the death too," I answered.  "But he's not quite the same
as you.  For a while you'll be partners.  There are things you can learn
from him, things he can learn from you.  Then we'll see..."

   Scott nodded.  Turning to look at himself in the mirror, he arched,
showing off his compact little body.  "I'm good, ain't I Joe." It was a
proud declaration, not a question.

   "You're the very best in the world, Tiger.  There's nothing else like
you."

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