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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 5

   When we rejoined Rabbit the slender boy was stretched out on the big bed
watching his movie.  He turned to look at us as we came in and I saw his
eyes go immediately to Scott's new jewelry.

   "Move over, Hot Shot," I told him.

   Rabbit slid to the side making room for me to stretch out next to him
and when I put an arm around his shoulders he squirmed close to me.  Scott
huddled against my other side and together we watched the end of the movie.

   "That is like so awesome how they all get shot," Scott said when the
final credits rolled.

   Rabbit nodded and wiggled against me, sliding a palm on the curve of
muscle in my upper arm.  Both boys were rigidly hard beneath their satin
shorts and I admired them for a short time, then sat up.

   "Time for some work, guys."

   They followed me to the workout area where I stood them facing each
other on the mats and pointed to Rabbit.  "Take us through the Seal Team
sets.  Go slow.  Don't push it like we usually do.  Give Scott a chance to
learn each exercise.  You be the instructor.  I'll just go along for the
ride."

   The lanky boy's face glowed with pride.  He stooped to unstrap the
sheath knife from his leg, put it aside, straightened up...  "Jack and
Jills," he announced and after demonstrating the exercise for Scott he
started us off.

   I had deliberately given Rabbit this opportunity to lead so he could
show off to Scott, but the plan was only partly successful.  Scott was so
quick and so well coordinated that he could master even the most difficult
exercises after only one demonstration.  Some of the moves it had taken
Rabbit over a week to learn Scott could do with no difficulty and I could
tell my lanky gunfighter was jealous because he picked up the pace, pushing
Scott hard to make the slender boy pant for breath.  We were all slick with
sweat by the time we finished three rounds, and Scott, who was not
conditioned as well as Rabbit, was gasping.

   "Very good job," I told Rabbit.  The boy looked up at me, eyes gleaming
as I patted his shoulder.  Then I stroked Scott as well.  "We do this along
with the weights every day," I explained.  "It builds up your endurance for
long fights in the maze.  Because of this, you'll have an advantage over
your opponents.  They'll tire out sooner than you will."

   The boy nodded and grinned up at me.

   "Now," I told both my fighters.  "Rabbit, you've showed Scott something.
Now it's his turn to be the instructor.  He's a wrestler, and from now on,
every day, you two are gonna do wrestling drills after we finish the
aerobics.  Wrestling is a great way to work on strength and balance.  So,
Scott..." I grinned at the blond boy and gestured at Rabbit, "He's all
yours."

   For over two hours I supervised as my two boys grappled on the mats. 
Scott taught Rabbit the basic takedowns, and then while they sparred he
gave instruction on various holds and escapes.  Rabbit was strong, and
determined enough to be a good pupil.  He gave as good as he got.  But
Scott's skill, quickness and agility enabled him to put the taller boy in
check nearly every time.

   "This is very good training for you," I assured my lanky fighter as he
sat panting for breath on the mat after a lengthy struggle to escape one of
Scott's holds.  "You'll be surprised at how much your basic endurance and
agility will improve."

   Both boys were slick with sweat and their smooth, almost naked bodies
gleamed under the fluorescent lights as they sat listening to me.

   "Okay," I said, pointing at Scott.  "That was the kiddie stuff.  Now
show him the real deal.  Show him how to take an opponent all the way out."

   The blonde boy nodded and my two fighters scrambled to their feet to
face off again.  They circled each other, hunched over, alert for an
opening.  Then Scott feinted, ducking toward Rabbit's knees.  When the
taller boy reacted, shifting his weight, Scott grabbed his arm, took him to
the mat and in a lightning fast move, circled Rabbit's neck with a sleeper
hold.  The lanky boy struggled for a moment, tugging at Scott's arm, and
then as his hands fell away I tapped Scott in a signal to release.  The
sturdy blonde boy loosened his hold, Rabbit gasped a few times, then sat up
slowly.

   "See how fast that works?" I told him.  "Now you try it."

   With Scott helping him, Rabbit mastered the basic hold and after a few
practice attempts he knelt watching while I had Scott stretch out face up
on the mat.

   "Once your opponent is unconscious," I told them.  "Or, if you get him
in a good position before that, you can kill him by snapping his neck. 
It's done like this..."

   I demonstrated on Scott, using my hand and arm to lever his chin around.
"Do it fast and with as much force as you can.  Use your shoulders.  You
should hear a snap when the bones break, and the body will jerk around."

   "Like they're havin' sex?" Scott asked, giggling.

   "Almost.  Nearly all kids pop a boner when you do it."

   This made Scott giggle even more and Rabbit's eyes gleamed.

   "Go ahead and try it," I told the boys.  "Just be careful..."

   They practiced on each other until I was satisfied and then I let them
do a wrestling competition, keeping score by the number of sleeper holds
each could put on the other.  Scott won, but I assured Rabbit that he had
done well enough for a first lesson.

   "You'll get better with practice," I said, slipping an arm around his
sweaty shoulders.  He looked up at me gratefully.

   "I think that's enough for today.  Scott, why don't you use the shower
upstairs.  Rabbit and I are gonna spend some time together down here.  And
then I'll make you guys dinner."

   The blonde boy grinned at the two of us and without a word scampered
upstairs while I led my slim lanky fighter into the small bedroom.  Once
the door was locked behind us Rabbit hugged me, lifting his face to mine
for a kiss, and as my tongue pushed into him the boy reached down to strip
off his sweaty shorts, pressing his silky warmth to mine, squirming so that
his bare skin slid against my own.

   I picked him up and stretched him out on the bed where he lay watching
me pull off my clothes, his rigid bone straining upward, tip jumping with
every one of his excited heart beats.  When I got down onto the bed Rabbit
came into my arms wanting to be kissed and petted, his long silky body
writhing in the eagerness of passion.

   "I was very, very proud of you today," I whispered, knowing how
desperate the boy was for my praise.  Rabbit's arms tightened around me.  I
felt him tremble as our lips met, my tongue sliding deep into his mouth. 
The boy rubbed his quivering shaft on my thigh, hips jerking as a throb
pulsed in his loins.

   When our kiss broke at last, Rabbit cuddled against me fingering the
gold chain around his neck, then lifted his eyes to mine in a questioning
appeal.

   I petted the boy.  "Scott swore to fight to the death for me, just like
you did." Touching the gold loop in Rabbit's ear and then his chain, I went
on, "He deserves to have the same things you have."

   Rabbit bit his lip, then pulled his knee up on my hip so he could reach
and touch his ankle.

   "That's different," I said, stroking him.  After cupping his hard
jutting little butt I slid a finger into his crease and rubbed the tip back
and forth over his puckered ring.  "Scott lets me go in him all the way. 
We've never done that."

   Rabbit tightened his arms around me again and I felt his wiry body tense
as he bore down to open himself.  My finger pushed through into his hot
moist tightness and the boy quivered in ecstasy as I rubbed across the
swelling at the base of his rigid boyhood.

   "You can do it," he whispered, squirming.  "You can like go in me."

   "You sure?"

   "Uh-huh." He squirmed some more, panting a little as I continued to push
against his nub.

   "It hurts a little the first time."

   Rabbit shrugged.  "It's okay."

   My finger probed within him and then the boy gave a tiny gasp as I drove
a second one in.  "Ask me again," I told him.  "Say it."

   He squirmed, dry-humping my thigh and then whispered, "Fuck me, Joe.  Go
up in me."

   My answer was to kiss him deeply while sliding my fingertips over the
firm swelling within his boy chute and Rabbit writhed in my arms, hips
jerking as more throbs pulsed through his loins.

   The KY and bottle of Hawaiian Tropic lotion were still on the floor
under the bed.  I had to withdraw my fingers from Rabbit to reach for them.
The boy watched as I took off the caps and then turned onto his stomach
when I squeezed a glop of KY over my hand.  Reaching back with both hands
he spread open his butt cheeks.  I lubed him, pushing the slippery KY into
his opening and then dripping fragrant coconut lotion around the clenched
dimple of his ring.  Then, after coating my stiff member until the shaft
glistened with oil, I showed Rabbit how to elevate the rounded curves of
his firm little butt by hunching over, slender thighs spread and face
pushed down against the bed.  I shoved one more finger load of KY up into
him, then leaned over, guiding the head of my rigid member onto the
clenched pucker of his opening.

   "Push down real hard like I showed you," I whispered, stroking the silky
gloss of his flank.  The boy's lean wiry body tensed beneath my hand and
the thick head of my greasy rod slipped into his tight muscular ring. 
Rabbit groaned, hunching himself even more as he was stretched, straining
desperately to open himself, slender body shuddering with effort.  I thrust
with steady pressure, pushing my engorged tip in with my fingers... 
millimeter by millimeter...

   With a pop, my blunt thickness was through in sudden penetration. 
Rabbit gave a muffled cry.  His abused muscular ring clenched in spasm,
tightening painfully around my shaft just below the head.  I held still,
caressing the boy's sides and hips with my palms while he squirmed on the
hardness that impaled him, fighting to accommodate with little gasps and
moaning cries.

   "Uh... Uh... Ah... Joe... Joe..."

   Sliding one hand around his taut waist I slid fingers into his groin,
rubbing the little boy worm that had been so proudly stiff before but now
was limp and flaccid at the passing of his virginity.  With gentle
manipulation I fondled the soft tube while maintaining position with my
hips so that the boy's own writhing movements slid me deeper into his body.
Rabbit's breaths came faster.  There was another fluttering spasm of the
ring clamped around my shaft.  The boy gave a long moaning cry,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Then I felt him tense once more as he fought to bear
down.  The painful constriction of my rod eased.  Steadying the boy with
the arm I held around him, I thrust gently, sliding into him with one long
slow push.

   Rabbit shuddered.  There was a gush of warmth over my fingers as he lost
control of his bladder.  Then my groin locked against the curve of his butt
and I was sheathed my full-length within him.  Beneath my encircling arm I
felt the bulge of my upthrust tip deep in his slender lean belly, and when
I ground my hips to move it within him Rabbit moaned, straining to push
back, impaling himself even further.  As his boy stick gradually
re-hardened I stroked it with thumb and forefinger, sliding them quickly on
the stiffening little shaft, coaxing it once more into quivering rigidity.
Sudden contractions jerked it.  Rabbit bucked, shuddering beneath me as
more pulsations throbbed in his loins.  His breaths came in gasps, "Uh...
Uh... Uh... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

   Moving within him, pumping my hips, my jutting rod sliding back and
forth through his stretched opening, I brought the boy to another series of
throbbing, jerking spasms.  Then I pulled him onto his side, remaining
thrust up in him as I did so, and continued to piston my hips while rubbing
thumb and fingers on the thickened hardness straining out from his groin.
Rabbit's head pulled back, arching his slim wiry body, its hard angularity
glistening in the light shining in from the bathroom.  Each time I felt his
tension mount I pumped him faster, taking the boy into his little immature
climaxes again and again until at last his opening gaped and he was bucking
in a frenzy of passion.  By then he was so loose I could move within him as
quickly as I wanted and with a fast pounding of my hips I built myself to
my own climax, holding the quivering boy with the hard muscular curve of
his butt locked to my groin as I thrust up to send spurt after spurt of
semen flooding into his loins.

   Panting and shuddering I held Rabbit's hard lean body against my own
until I softened and was expelled by the natural tone his chute.  The boy
lay sprawled on the bed, stunned with pleasure, head lolling while I
caressed him.  Then when I brought him into my arms, he hugged against me,
his lips to mine as we exchanged long deep kisses.  With his slim chest
pressed to mine I could feel the rapid pounding of his heart, beating like
some little windup toy behind his ribs.

   "Feel good?"

   He nodded.  With all the passive ardor of a young boy Rabbit continued
to squirm against me, still rigidly hard, rubbing his quivering boner
against my thigh.  I slid my palm on the silky smooth warmth of his flank,
letting it drift down off his ribs into the delicate hollow of his tiny
waist and then over the bony angle of his hip to the firm muscle of his
upper thigh.  The boy moaned, writhing to slide his smooth skin on mine,
opening his mouth wide as possible to admit my tongue, lost in passion,
wanting only to continue on and on in a never ending present of suspended
time.

   As much as I would have liked to gratify him, my moment had already
passed and eventually I allowed our lips to part.  After stroking Rabbit,
caressing his solid little shoulders while he gazed up at me longingly, I
sat up, reached for my shorts and pulled a thin gold chain from the pocket.
Rabbit drew his head up to watch and once the delicate links were clasped
around his left ankle, he tugged at me because he wanted to be held and
kissed some more.

   "Happy now?" I asked, and the boy nodded.

   "Fight to the death for me," I said, stroking him.  "Don't let anybody
beat you."

   Wordlessly Rabbit stared up at me, nodded, and then put his lips to
mine, pressing against me with his naked body and squirming as if to meld
us together.

   Later, after a shower, we found Scott in the big bedroom playing a
videogame.  He left it the moment we entered from the bathroom and both
boys followed me upstairs where they sat on stools by the kitchen counter,
naked except for their colorful satin shorts, watching as I made dinner for
them.  If Scott noticed the gold slave chain on Rabbit's left ankle he said
nothing, but Rabbit had also strapped the sheath knife back around his
right calf and when I put plates of food in front of the boys Scott tugged
at my arm.

   "Joe, when you gonna give me a knife?"

   "Right now," I said, conscious of the need to show no preferences
between my two rival fighters.  While they ate I went to get another sheath
knife for Scott and when I presented it to him the young boy happily
strapped it to his lower right leg.

   "You guys are gonna need some more lessons before you use those things,"
I told them.

   "I know how t' do it," Rabbit assured me.

   After a glance at him Scott said quickly, "So do I, Joe."

   "Uh-huh.  We'll see."

   "When can we try the maze, Joe?" Scott asked, looking up eagerly.

   "Geez, take it easy." I gave his smooth little shoulder a pat.  "They
gotta build it first.  Plus we have to work the bugs out of the vests." *
"When can we do that?"

   "Probably this week.  As soon as they call me, we'll go pick them up."

   "I wish we could do it now!"

   "Be patient," I said smiling.  "I'll find ways to keep you busy until
then."

   On the stool beside Scott, Rabbit giggled.  The lanky boy and I
exchanged a smile.

   "This is gonna be like so awesome," Scott told us with a satisfied air.

   That night I gave both boys the option of using the big bedroom
downstairs, but they chose to stay with me and after watching a movie fell
asleep curled up, one to either side of me on my bed.

   * * *

   Rabbit never admitted it, but for the next few days his butt was sore
from being stretched and even though he begged to be taken in our private
times together, I only used fingers to penetrate him, spreading soothing
ointment on his opening, pleasuring him in other ways for the time being.
Meanwhile we both introduced Scott to the weight routines and the two boys
vied with each other to see who could work out hardest and earn my praise.
Later, at noon, they would swim if the sun was warm enough, and then after
lunch they spent the rest of the day wrestling and target shooting. 
Scott's agility and compact build gave him the edge in wrestling, although
Rabbit's wiry strength sometimes got the advantage after he had learned a
few tricks.  In target shooting the boys were evenly matched and competed
jealously for prizes I set: extra dessert at dinner, choice of movies to
watch in the evening, or extra time alone with me.

   Near the end of the week a call came notifying me that the vests were
ready.  There had been nothing on the national news about Scott's
disappearance so I let both boys accompany me in the truck when I drove to
the city.  But as a precaution I had them stay with the vehicle, out of
sight, while I paid for the work and loaded the altered vests, packing two
big boxes into the cargo bed of my pickup.  Scott wanted to open a box so
he could examine one of the vests then and there, but I diverted him with a
stop at Dairy Queen where he and Rabbit devoured sundaes.  This curbed the
boy's impatience until we reached home.

   Once the boxes were safely in the basement I opened them without delay
and handed each boy a vest to try on.

   "Where's like all the electric stuff?" Scott asked, holding his up.

   "We still gotta put that in," I told him.  "Check how they fit first. 
Strip out.  You wear these things with nothing else on."

   The boys took off their Nikes, workout shorts and muscle shirts -- the
only clothing they were wearing -- and then I showed them how to don the
vast/thong combination.

   "See?  You step into it first.  Then you put your arms through the holes
and zip up the front."

   "Awesome!" Scott exclaimed, looking down at himself in approval.  His
vast fit snugly, molding itself to his sturdy little body.  The smooth bare
skin of his hips and perfectly formed legs gleamed in the basement lights.

   Beside him Rabbit was awkwardly trying to get his wiry torso into a vast
I had selected for him.

   "Not quite long enough," I said after helping him.

   We rummaged through the box, found a slightly larger vest that fit well
and after the boy had zipped it up he regarded me proudly.

   "You guys look great," I told them.

   Rabbit's bare legs, like Scott's, gleamed in the artificial lights,
every sculpted curve of lean muscle and bony knees visible beneath the
silky skin.  From the bulging pouch of his thong I could see that the boy
was half erect and I patted his shoulder smiling down at him.

   "Put all the stuff in, Joe," Scott demanded, smoothing his palms down
the front of the tightfitting garment to feel the light sensor patches with
his fingertips.  "Let's do it for real."

   "Yeah," I said, nodding.  "Now's as good a time as any.  Rabbit, help me
get all the gear out and we'll show Scott how this is supposed to work."

   The lanky boy went with me to the storage space by the big freezer
behind the stairs and together we dragged out my crates of electronics
while Scott hovered around poking into everything.  "We'll try yours
first," I told him and the boy shrugged off the vast, handed it to me and
then squatted, naked, to watch as I selected items from the crate.

   "This is the battery pack," I said, attaching wires and pushing lithium
storage cells into the long sleeves sewn down the back of the vest, which
Rabbit held open for me.  Then I hooked wires to the vest's electronics and
when I touched two of them together the sound effects went off with a loud,
"Zap!  Zap!"

   "Oh, cool!" Scott explained.

   "Yeah.  Well, we got power and that part's working," I said.

   Rabbit handed me four long EKG leads and I inserted their miniature
plugs into the circuit board before securing the electronics with a Velcro
flap.  I held the vast up with the EKG leads dangling.  "Okay," I told
Scott.  "Try it on again."

   The blonde boy stood up eagerly and stepped into the thong.  Rabbit and
I helped him pull the vast up, got his arms through the holes, and then,
with Scott bending his head down to watch, I placed a dot of electrode gel
on each of the EKG leads before pulling off their backing and sticking one
pair to either side of his chest and the other pair on opposite sides of
his flat lean stomach.

   "Okay," I said, double checking to be sure the connections were secure.
"Zip it up."

   Scott pulled up his zipper and then stood looking up at me expectantly.
I pulled open the Velcro flap of the pocket holding the electronics, set
the counter for five and then sealed the flap once more.  Rabbit grinned
and handed me one of the laser guns.

   "Five zaps and yer' out," I told Scott, pointing toward the target
frame. "Go stand in there."

   He scampered into place and crouched down as if holding a gun of his
own. "Shoot me, Joe!" He cried.  The boy's eyes were glowing with
excitement.

   I aimed, squeezed off a shot and knew I had scored when the red LEDs
outlining Scott's vest flashed.  The boy yelped, his sturdy compact body
jerking as the "Zap!  Zap!" sound effect went off.  Then he staggered and
blinked.

   "Oh, wow!"

   "Pretty neat, huh?" I grinned at him.  "Did you get the shock?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Okay.  You got four lives left.  Move around a little.  Pretend to be
shooting back at us and we'll use `em up.  You can see what it's like when
we play for real."

   I handed the gun to Rabbit who had been tugging at my arm and the lanky
boy took it with an excited grin.

   "Pow, Pow...  Pow, Pow, Pow..." Scott yelled, aiming an imaginary gun at
us and ducking to one side.

   Rabbit aimed, fired and the LEDs on Scott's a vest lit up again.

   "Uhhhh!" The blond boy gasped, jerked, and went rolling to the ground.
More Zap sounds came from his vest.  Before he could get back up Rabbit
caught him with another hit and Scott's hard compact body writhed, flopping
like a gaffed fish.  Somehow he scrambled up, pretending to fire more shots
and then Rabbit scored again.  When his vest lit up Scott cried out,
"Ah...!" His hips bucked and then he went to his knees.  Rabbit had him in
his sights, pulled the trigger and with a convulsive jerk Scott went down.
This time his red LEDs continued to flash on and off without stopping.

   "Awesome!" the boy breathed when I came over to help him up.

   "Yeah, I think this is gonna be pretty cool."

   The boy looked up at me his eyes gleaming.  "When you get hit, the shock
makes it just like real!"

   Rabbit was standing next to me.  I rubbed his bare shoulder.  "Let's get
both these vests working and you guys can do some serious testing."

   With Rabbit crouched naked at my side, we equipped his vest with
electronics while Scott bent over, hands on his knees, watching.  I saw him
turn his head to look at the empty tube sewn onto his own vest's left
shoulder and then he pointed to a similar one on Rabbit's.  "Joe, what's
this for?"

   "That's a sleeve for the kill gun," I answered in a matter of fact tone.
"It fires to take you out after all your lives are used up.  How many hits
do you think a player should be allowed?"

   "Ummm..." Scott's face was thoughtful as he considered this.  "Maybe
fifteen?"

   Beside me Rabbit shook his head.  "You don't get like hardly any in
paintball.  That's too much."

   I patted him and then ran my palm down to stroke the glossy curve of his
butt.  "Paintball's a little different," I told him, "And you'll be using
your knives there.  In the laser tag, we want enough lives so the game goes
on for a while.  You guys can experiment once the maze is ready and we'll
figure out what the life number should be."

   "Where's the gun?" Scott asked.  "Let's try it."

   "I don't have them ready yet.  For now we'll just pretend.  When you get
hit and your LEDs keep flashing on and off, that's when you're dead."

   We had Rabbit's vest ready and I helped the boy get into it, adjusting
the thong for him, then attaching electrodes to his chest and lower belly
before zipping him up.

   "Now, let's see if we can make this interesting," I told the boys.

   By opening both the bedroom doors along with the connecting doors to the
bathroom I created a space sufficiently maze-like for our tests.  Then I
reduced the lighting, turning off all the overhead fluorescence except one
in the bathroom and one in the workout area.

   "Yeah, this is neat, Joe!" Scott said in approval.

   The bare legs and hips of both boys were pale gleams in the
semidarkness. Flashes sparkled from the gold jewelry they wore as they
moved.

   "Turn your back and cover your eyes," I told the blonde boy.  I put a
hand on Rabbit's smooth shoulder.  The boy was trembling with excitement.
"Go hide," I whispered.  "Then I'll send him looking for you."

   My wiry paintball fighter nodded and glided away into the big bedroom,
silent on bare feet.  After counting slowly to 20 I told Scott, "Okay. 
Start the game, "and the boy crept off on his hunt, gun out, alert and
ready.  Soon the basement was alive with flashes and `Zap!  Zap!' sounds as
the two boys chased each other taking hits, jerking with the shocks and
dashing into cover or tumbling over the floor.

   Because I was worried about the number of electrical jolts my two
valuable fighters might receive I had intended to limit their play to an
hour, but the game ended up lasting all afternoon.  Partly this was due to
the boys' competitiveness.  Neither wanted to stop.  But the other factor
was the vests.  All three of us quickly discovered that more work would
have to be done on them before they could survive the active pounding of a
real game.  Time after time we had to halt the action as wires came loose
or electronics malfunctioned after jarring impacts.

   "Hey, you can't beat testing under real conditions," I told Scott as he
and Rabbit waited impatiently for me to reattach loose battery wires for
the dozenth time on his vest.  "This is exactly the kind of stuff I was
counting on you guys to find for me.  Now we know what we have to work on."

   Despite all the technical problems and time outs for repairs the boys
loved the game and probably would have continued well into the night if I
had allowed it.  Scott's active imagination dreamed up a myriad of ways to
`die' or be mortally wounded when his lives ran out, and after several
spectacular rolls onto the floor to lie sprawled in pretended death, and
then a fall across the weight bench where he writhed for a few moments,
ending up with head and arms dangling off the side, Rabbit began to imitate
him and the two boys vied with each other in finding ways to expire
dramatically.  Time after time, when they had maneuvered into some last
ditch position they would allow themselves to be shot repeatedly, jerking
to shock after shock until their vast LEDs blinked and they could attend to
die in some spectacular way.  Whenever we had to stop for a problem with a
vest and I got close enough to check, I noted that the pouches of both
boys' thongs were bulging.  The game aroused them, and while I made
whatever repairs were needed they stood as close to me as possible so their
bodies were touching mine.

   Finally, when it was nearing suppertime, I fixed a loose connection on
Rabbit's vest and then told the boys the next round would be the last.

   "Geez Joe!  We're not hungry yet!" Scott protested, but I shook my head.

   "One more and that's it.  You can have twenty lives this time, instead
of fifteen.  But when they're gone, you're done."

   Of course they kept it going as long as they could, hiding from each
other in the bedrooms, deliberately aiming off when they shot from ambush
and stretching their lives out to the last, but at the end the temptation
to make a big finish was too much.  Rabbit got caught in the open by the
weight bench when Scott popped out unexpectedly from behind the big bedroom
door.  Both boys began firing and both took hits, their young bodies
jerking from electric shocks as they squandered their last few lives in an
attempt to kill the other first.  The basement echoed to `Zap!  Zap!'
sounds as each went to his knees, writhing and twisting in a desperate
final exchange of laser shots.  The red LEDs on Rabbit's vest blinked and
with a low cry the boy fell back against the weight bench, his wiry body
jerking convulsively to one more electric shock.  Then he lay sprawled,
head and arms flung back in pretended death.  But Scott's vest was flashing
as well.  The blonde boy, already on his knees, toppled back, trying to
hold himself up with one arm, his compact little body quivering to the last
shock.  Then he too rolled onto the floor, where he lay still for a moment
and then kicked his legs in a simulated death convulsion before remaining
motionless, arms flung to the side, eyes staring up blankly.

   I waited for nearly half a minute, looking at the two limp bodies before
turning the lights back on.  Neither boy moved as I did this, but when I
knelt by Rabbit, the lanky boy's eyes went to mine and he let me help him
up.  In his groin the slip of cloth covering his boy rod was tented out so
far the thong looked ready to rip.  I slipped it aside to fondle a jutting
little erection beneath and the boy hugged against me, rubbing himself on
my side.  I kissed him, flicked my tongue into his mouth and then gestured
to where Scott was still sprawled by the bedroom door.

   "Let's go see if you really killed him."

   The blonde boy continued to stare fixedly upward as we leaned over him,
the only motion a slight rise and fall of his chest to show he was just
pretending.  When I picked him up he remained limp, arms and legs dangling.
I carried him into the bedroom.

   "Looks like you got him," I told Rabbit.

   After putting Scott on the bed I unzipped his vest and then with Rabbit
helping I stripped the boy.  Like my wiry lean paintball fighter, the
blonde boy was rigidly hard, his thick boner jutting straight upward, the
blunt little tip quivering with each one of his excited heart beats.  I
rubbed thumb and forefinger on the slick stretched skin of his shaft and
then took Rabbit's hand and circled his fingers around it.

   "He gets just as hard as you," I told him.  "Feel it."

   Rabbit's eyes were wide and glittering as he rubbed Scott's boner.  I
saw his tongue dart briefly from the corner of his open mouth.  Scott was
still pretending to be dead, not moving and staring blankly upward, but
after a few strokes of Rabbit's fingers the blonde boy's hips quivered in a
slight jerk.

   "Check this out," I said to Rabbit, "Since he's dead, you can use him
for target practice."

   Going to the wardrobe I dug out one of the black leather straps a
previous boy who had lived with me had liked using and brought it over to
the bed.  Holding Scott's ankles I found them together with the strap and
used it as a handle to pick up Scott's unresisting body.  The boy hung
limp, arms and head dangling as I carried him out to the target frame and
hung him there upside down with the leather strap on one of the hooks that
held up the canvas backstop.

   "Get your paint gun," I told Rabbit.  The boy complied eagerly, taking
one of the guns we used for practice and slapping a full air cartridge into
the handle.

   "Let's see how good your aim is on a real target," I said to him.  "Five
shots in 5 seconds.  Aim for chest and belly."

   Rabbit took off his vest and stood naked at the opposite end of the
workout area from the target stand, behind the weight bench and I had him
turn his back to me.

   "When I count to three," I tod him.  "One... Two... Three!"

   The lanky boy spun around, crouched with his weapon up and level, and
then squeezed off five quick shots.  There were dull little `splat' sounds
as crimson paint splashes blossomed on the smooth stretched skin of Scott's
chest and flat stomach.  The blonde boy's dangling body jerked and in the
light from the overhead fluorescents I saw a glittering streak of droplets
shoot from the tip of Scott's rigid boner.

   "Pretty good shooting," I told Rabbit, nodding in appreciation as I
walked over to the frame.  The boy came with me pressing his wiry body to
mine as I pointed to three paint marks on Scott, one on his left chest and
the other two above and below the belly button.

   "See how the gun bucked up on you?  Your fourth and fifth shots just
grazed him..." My pointing finger went to fresh paint marks on the canvas.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, remember?"

   Rabbit nodded, looking up at me in dismay, but I gave him a reassuring
pat on his shoulder.  "It's okay.  That's still good shooting.  You'll be
able to keep the gun steadier as we strengthen your arms.  You'll see."

   Beside us Scott continued to play dead, his smooth perfectly formed body
hanging stretched in the lights, a tiny bead of clear moisture glittering
at the slit of his rigid boner.  The tip quivered with his heart beats.  I
unhooked him and laid his limp body on the floor face up.  The paint guns
he and Rabbit used shot low velocity pellets, but I knew the hits had
stung. Even so, he remained unmoving, mouth half open and eyes staring.

   "Okay, Tiger," I said, unwinding the leather strap from his ankles. 
"You need to get cleaned up."

   This got no response so I leaned forward to tickle, taking my fingers
into the taut sheath of Scott's tummy.  He resisted for a few moments,
trying to maintain his pose of lifelessness, but I dug into his belly
without mercy and eventually he stirred, giggled, and then curled up
grabbing my wrists.

   "Let Rabbit shoot me more, Joe," he begged.

   "Nope.  If you hang upside down too long you get a headache.  Come on,
you need a shower."

   Scott squealed happily as I tickled even harder.  I picked him up,
standing him on his feet.  "Let's go." I turned to Rabbit.  "Chill for a
while, Hot Shot.  I'll make supper for you guys once I get target boy here
cleaned off."

   With my hand on Scott's shoulder I led the naked boy into the bathroom
where I stripped off and got the water started in the shower.

   "That was like totally awesome," he told me while we waited for the
water to heat up.

   "You liked that, huh?"

   "Yeah!  With those vests and stuff, it's like wicked realistic!  I
wanna' do it more!"

   We stepped in under the water and Scott lifted his arms so I could wash
off the paint blotches.  Where the pellets had hit there were red marks on
his skin.  I touched them gently with my fingertips.  "How `bout the
paintball?"

   "That's like cool, too!  You feel it when you get shot.  It's like
real!"

   I laughed, hugged him and then crouched down to begin soaping him. 
Scott leaned back against my shoulder, looking down to watch me lather his
chest and belly.

   "You let Rabbit win a bunch of times, didn't you," I accused.  "Just so
you could die in some cool way."

   The boy laughed and nodded.  "He was doin' it, too!"

   "Yeah.  He likes it as much as you, but I think for a different reason."

   Scott ignored this answer because my fingers had reached his rigid boner
and he arched himself, squeezing his hard muscular butt while I rubbed my
soapy fist on the thick little shaft.

   "Nice?"

   "Uh-huh." The boy closed his eyes and then quivered as a quick hard
pulse throbbed in his rigid member.  He half turned to hug, squirming
against me.  "Fuck me, Joe."

   My soapy fingers slid into his butt crease, finding his hole and pushing
inward as Scott writhed, bearing down to open himself.  I positioned him
facing the wall with his legs spread, lubricated my stiff member with slick
coconut oil soap and then straddled the boy, guiding the tip of my erection
into his opening.  For a moment there was resistance while Scott's
beautiful body tensed.  I could feel him straining.  Then his ring opened
and I slid through, the thick head of my erection engulfed by tight warmth,
sheathed in the boy's moist heat.

   Scott quivered, hips bucking as a train of hard contractions jerked his
throbbing boner.  Then with a groan of pleasure he pushed back against me,
impaling himself on the full-length of my jutting rod.

   "Uh... Uh... Uhhhhhhhhh..." He moaned, pulling his head back and
squirming to move around my thrusting fullness.  His hips bucked again and
he shuddered, knees almost giving way.  I held him up around the waist,
grinding my own hips to force my blunt tip up into him as far as possible
and the boy jerked in spasm after spasm, feet kicking, his perfect body
arched like a bow.

   When I had taken him past his edge three more times Scott leaned against
the tiled wall, supporting his own weight long enough for me to slide
quickly in and out of his ass until I released in shuddering spurts that
filled his rear.  Then the boy turned to be held in my arms while I
caressed and stroked him, giving his smooth sturdy body one more sudsing
before rinsing off.

   Afterwards, while I dried, wrapping him in a warm towel, Scott hugged
me, sliding his silky skin, fragrant from the coconut soap, on my own.

   "When we gonna do it for real, Joe?"

   "Soon.  They're supposed to start building the maze next week." I smiled
at the boy.  "You're gonna be unbeatable at laser tag."

   "Uh-huh.  I'm good, ain't I."

   "The best.  It might be different in paintball, though.  Rabbit's pretty
good at that."

   Scott looked up at me.  "Is it just gonna be like us two?"

   Leaning down I patted the firm jut of his buttocks beneath the towel. 
"Naw.  I'll bring in a bunch of opponents for both of you." With my fingers
I combed the boy's silky blonde hair off his for head.  "I'm not gonna let
you and Rabbit do each other right away." I gave him a searching look.  "As
long as you fight good, that is.  If you screw up, you'll have to take your
chances."

   "Uh-huh." Scott nodded solemnly.  I took the towel off him and he arched
a little, glancing down to admire himself while I uncapped a bottle of
fragrant skin lotion.  The boy was still stiffly erect and he thrust his
hips out, posing for me while I spread oil on his lovely body.

   "In the paintball fights are we gonna like use the knives?"

   "Yeah," I told him, nodding.  "Probably in different sorts of ways, but
you'll be using them.  Why?  Does that scare you?"

   Scott shook his head.  "Uh-uh"

   He stretched his left arm up over his head while his right hand felt the
space between his ribs under his left nipple.

   "That's one place you could aim for," I told him.

   He nodded.  "If I gotta like get it, I'd want it there." Using his
forefinger Scott poked on the stretched skin of his chest a few times. 
"Joe?"

   "Yeah?" My oily hands were rubbing down the firm muscular sheath of the
boy's tummy and I felt Scott squeeze his butt to harden himself as my
fingers brushed against his jutting boner.

   "Like, I want you to do it..."

   I gave him a fond smile while rubbing his stiff shaft.  "We just did,
Tiger.  I gotta' rest a little before we go again."

   "Uh-uh.  I mean like..." Scott squeezed to swell his rigid penis once
more.  "Like...  If I get like messed up an' I gotta get it, then...  Like,
I want you to do it."

   I looked up at him.  "Okay."

   Scott shook his head, his pretty features set in serious expression. 
"Don't let it be like, Rabbit...  Or like some other kid..."

   "I won't.  You have my word.  I'll do it."

   This seemed to relieve the boy and he lifted his arm up again, feeling
the space between his ribs while I spread lotion on his perfect thighs and
delicate knees.  "That would be like so awesome," he told me at last. 
"Joe, you gotta be like all up in me, and like holdin' me an' stuff when
you do it.  I want it to be like that..."

   "All right," I said, squirting out more lotion.  "I promise."

   "You gotta like swear," the boy insisted.

   "I swear.  You have my word." I rubbed the fragrant lotion on the swell
of his perfect calves and then looked up at him.  "You're not scared of
it?"

   "Uh-uh." Scott poked at his chest, wiggling the tip of his finger
between his ribs.  "Not if it's you.  I wanna do it with you like holdin'
me an' in me." He stared down eyes locked on mine.  "You can like do me
whatever you want, Joe.  I'll let you.  You can do it now if you want."

   "You mean like take you out?  Like with the knife?"

   "Uh-huh!"

   "First win some fights for me," I told him with a smile, turning the boy
and patting his butt.  "Hold still, I'm gonna do your back.

   When we emerged from the bathroom, glowing from the hot shower and
smelling of coconut oil, Rabbit was waiting for us on the bed.  His gaze
went from me to Scott and to forestall envy I patted his shoulder as he got
up, whispering to him, "After supper, Hot Shot."

   His eyes flashed and he seemed reasonably content as I led the boys
upstairs to the kitchen.

   While he ate, Scott talked so much about the vests and the game that he
even got the usually quiet Rabbit engaged in lively conversation.  The boys
compared notes, giggling over spectacular ambushes they had managed against
each other and then Scott asked, "Joe, can we like try the vests every day?

   Both boys gave me eager excited looks.

   "Yeah, sure." I patted Rabbit's bare shoulder.  "You had fun, didn't
you, Hot Shot." He nodded, gazing up at me with wide-eyed longing.

   "The more you guys test `em, the better they'll be when we use `em for
real," I said, putting cut up fruit out on the counter for the boys'
desert.

   "When can we like try the kill guns?" Scott wanted to know.  I saw
Rabbit give him a quick, sharp glance.

   "That's gonna be tough," I said, thinking about it.  "I don't want you
guys getting hurt in the testing.  You're both way too valuable.  I'll come
up with something."

   "This is gonna be like so totally awesome," Scott said happily and
beside him Rabbit nodded.

   After the boys finished eating I settled Scott on my bed with a
videogame to keep him occupied.  "Oh, cool!  This is like a wicked good
one," he told me and his fingers began to work the controller buttons, but
I noticed that his eyes followed us as I led Rabbit out of the room to take
him downstairs.

   In the large bedroom, with the door closed behind us the lanky boy came
into my arms, writhing against me, kissing deeply and tugging me towards
the bed.  It only took seconds for us to strip and when we were both naked,
lying side by side I moved to take the boy's jutting boner in my mouth, but
Rabbit pulled me back.

   "In me," he begged, pulling his slender legs up.  "Go in now, Joe."

   "You sure you're not still sore?" I whispered.  The boy shook his head.
It was impossible to tell if he lied or not, but there had been enough time
for any bruising to subside and when he grabbed his knees, pulling them to
either side of his slender chest to stretch open his ass, the skin around
Rabbit's tight little opening looked pink and smooth.

   "Okay." I nodded in agreement and the boy squirmed with pleasure as I
lubed him, pushing KY up in him and then smearing Hawaiian Tropic lotion on
both of us until his butt and my stiff rod glistened with oil.

   Rabbit groaned as I entered him, pulling his head back to arch his body,
straining to open himself.  As I slid up, sheathing my full-length into his
hot moist sweetness, the boy wrapped his slender legs around my waist
crossing his ankles over the small of my back to pull me in as far as he
could and then locking me in place.  His arms went around my shoulders,
tugging at me as he squirmed around my impaling shaft.  His breaths came in
little gasps, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Ah..." and then I felt his lean lanky
body tense.  With a shudder Rabbit held himself against me, straining to
arch up.  Then with throb after throb, contractions pulsed through his
loins and the boy jerked against me, slippery warmth dribbling out between
our stomachs from the tip of his jutting boner.  His lean young body
writhed beneath mine.

   As the spasms eased Rabbit gave a long moaning cry, "Uhhhhhhh..." and
clutched at me, sliding his hands on my shoulders and back while I began to
pump my hips, moving my slick rod within his tight warmth, sliding it back
and forth over his little nub.  Again and again I took him into his
immature releases, sending the boy into jerking, heaving spasm until he lay
quivering in my arms, stunned with pleasure.  Then I kissed him deeply and,
increasing my pace, pumped faster, driving myself in and out of his gaping
hole until at last I, too, was caught up in a tide of rising passion.  I
thrust into the boy as far as I could, held myself against him and then
released in a frenzy of shuddering contractions as Rabbit writhed in
ecstasy beneath me, his own rigid boner jerking in spasm against my
stomach.

   Afterwards as I held the boy, exchanging long deep kisses with him while
stroking and petting his lean body, he pressed sweetly, rubbing his rigid
quivering rod on my thigh.  Boy-like, his immature passive ardor unslaked,
he begged, "More, Joe.  Do it more..." But I caressed his honey brown hair
and shook my head.

   "Later, Hot Shot.  You need to rest now and so do I.  Later we'll do it.
All you want.  I promise..."

   He cuddled against me, wanting more than anything to be held and
treasured, desperate for proof of my affection, so I kept whispering to
him, "You're my kid, Rabbit.  My brave fighter.  You're the best.  The best
in the world..."

   Later, after a shower where I had taken the boy again with my mouth,
Rabbit hugged while I dried him off, the two of us enjoying the sensation
of my hands rubbing a towel on his lean wiry form.

   "Did you have fun today?" I asked and he nodded.

   "I'll have to find some way for you guys to practice paintball, too." I
crouched down to dry off Rabbit's slim legs.  The boy was still hard and
with the tip of my tongue I gave the head of his jutting boner a
mischievous flick.  Rabbit giggled.

   "With paintball it's a little tougher," I said, straightening up to
ruffle the boy's thick hair.  "It's kind of too messy to play indoors. 
We'll find something, though.  Maybe you guys can practice in the backyard.
You'll need to practice with your knives, too."

   Rabbit drew himself up proudly.  "I know how to do that stuff."

   "Yeah?" I gave him a fond look.  "You sure?"

   He nodded again.  "Uh-huh!"

   "You ever done it for real?"

   "When I been huntin' I have." The boy's eyes stayed on mine and I saw
the need, the desperate plea for my attention that lay behind this.

   "So, I can count on you when the time comes?"

   There was no doubt or hesitation in his answer.  "Yeah!"

   "Fight to the death for me, son," I told him, squeezing his bare
shoulder.

   The boy's eyes flashed as he nodded in reply.  "I will, Joe," he vowed
and I had no doubt that he would.  It was all there in the solemn look he
was giving me.  Rabbit was prepared to do anything, even die for me, if I
asked for it.

   Upstairs in my bedroom Scott was hunched over the game controller
buttons when Rabbit and I returned.  The blond boy was engrossed in
negotiating some upper level of the videogame, but he paused the action to
look at us as we came in.  I saw his eyes go to the slender boy at my side,
then back to me.  There was envy there, just as in Rabbit.  That night, as
I went to sleep with my two boy treasures curled to either side of me, I
spent some time contemplating which of them might win out over the other in
the end.

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