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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 6

   That weekend was so action filled, and so were the days of the week that
followed, I had trouble setting time aside for each of the boys to be alone
with me.  Mornings were consumed by strength training and aerobics; in the
afternoons I had to fit in wrestling, laser tag, and paintball practice
while also giving myself room to do necessary chores like shopping and
laundry.  It was a full schedule, but the boys loved it, particularly the
continued testing of the laser vests and the new paintball drills I
invented.

   For their vests I designed foam sleeves that protected the electrodes,
eliminating the failures we were having when the boys dove, rolled or fell
onto the ground.  To guard against loose wires I beefed up all the
connectors, then took the vests back to my seamstress so she could add
unobtrusive felt sleeves where the wiring could be routed with protection.
This effectively ended all our problems and after the boys had played for
three hours in the altered vests without a single failure Scott announced
with pride, "There ain't nothin' gonna mess these up, Joe!  These are like
wicked awesome!"

   While the vests were getting their final alterations I devised a means
for the boys to work on their paintball.  Dressing them in jeans and denim
jackets, equipping them with plastic swim goggles to protect their eyes, I
led them into the backyard.  There, under my direction, they competed in
shooting drills taking turns acting as a moving target for the other
player. Oncr they had that mastered, I turned them loose to play improvised
games, similar to the ones they engaged in with the laser vests, pursuing
each other, ambushing and pretending to 'die' while I kept score as
referee. These games proved just as popular as the laser tag games and I
was kept busy laundering paint off the denims every night so they could be
worn the next day.

   For armed practice I bought each boy a theatrical knife with a spring
loaded fake blade that slipped up into a handle when pressed.  The boys
included these in their games, so that after a player took a certain number
of 'hits' he could be 'killed' by a knife thrust.  Both boys loved playing
this; Rabbit because he was better with the paint guns than Scott, and
Scott because he could devise all sorts of spectacular ways to 'die' when
he was knifed.

   Meanwhile the contractors were starting work on the maze and I was going
ahead with final plans for the kill gun I planned to use in the vests.

   The building contractors needed no help from me.  After an initial visit
to give them access to the warehouse and confirm our arrangements, I left
them alone.  For the kill gun I experimented with the idea I had gotten
while unpacking the metal tubes when they arrived in the mail.  It had
seemed to me that the tubes' smooth bores were better suited to firing a
dart rather than a bullet.  I took careful measurements, went to a sporting
goods store, and there compared my measurements to the shafts of arrows
with the barbed tips used for hunting.  I brought several dozen with the
correct diameters and cut these down into darts, fitting them to the metal
tubes.  The shaft dimensions were such a close match that a light coding of
Vaseline sealed the fit.  The dart remained in place even when I shook the
gun vigorously.  Now it only remained to test fire it.

   For this I went to a nearby city and bought a used, boy sized, clothing
store mannequin.  I took Rabbit and Scott with me so they could have an
outing, but they were both so excited and wanted to get back home so
quickly to see the gun tried that I had trouble convincing them to stop for
ice cream treat at Dairy Queen.

   "What if it don't work, Joe?" Scott asked in a worried tone.

   "Then I'll think of something else, Tiger.  Don't worry.  There's always
a way."

   "Make it like you get blown up, like with dynamite or something," Rabbit
suggested.  "Boom!" He pantomimed a huge explosion with his hands.  "Blood
n' guts everywhere!" Both he and Scott started giggling.

   I smiled at them.  "Sounds messy, but I bet it would work!"

   "Joe could put the guns up our butts," Scott suggested.  "Then when it
went off it couldn't miss!" This produced even more laughter and the boys
spent the rest of the trip attempting to outdo each other with gory ideas
for finishing off players who had used up their lives.

   After we got back, Rabbit was out of the truck even before the door had
rolled down.  With Scott helping, the two of them carried the clothing
dummy into the basement.  Scott ran to get a vest.  Together they put it
onto the mannequin, then they turned expectantly to me.

   "Well," I told them, "Let's see what happens."

   After loading the gun, I connected the wires of its electric firing
circuit to the vest electronics and slid the metal tube into the sleeve
sewn to the left shoulder.  It was a snug fit, plus there was a tie to hold
the gun securely in place.  With everything arranged I placed the boy
mannequin on its feet and stepped back out of the way.  Scott was ready
with a laser gun, waiting for my okay to fire.  "The life limit is set to
five," I told him.  "The fifth hit oughta set the thing off."

   The blonde boy nodded.  With Rabbit looking on at his side he fired four
quick shots.  There were 'Zap!  Zap!' sounds, the vast's LEDs flashed and
then, after a quick grin at me, Scott triggered off shot number five. 
Simultaneous with the flash of the LEDs there was a sharp 'BANG!' For a
moment the mannequin rocked back and forth.  Then it slowly toppled
forward, falling with a hollow 'thunk' onto the floor mats by the cable
machine.

   All three of us rushed over to inspect it.  "Oh wow!" Scott breathed
when I turned the boy sized figure onto its side.

   There was a big hole where the dart had hit the mannequin's neck,
shattering the brittle plastic.  Angling upward, the barbed tip had blasted
through to the other side, emerging with half the length of the shaft just
below the ear.  The metal dart rattled as I pulled it free and I held it up
for the boys to examine.

   "This is wicked rad, Joe," Scott told me in approval.  He handed the
dart to Rabbit who held it in the palm of his hand staring down at it.

   "Should be enough to drop a losing player," I said, taking the dart from
Rabbit, then holding it up against Scott's neck.  "Might even kill
instantly.  It'll depend on what it hits." With my forefinger I located
Scott's carotid pulse; the blonde boy lifting his head so I could
demonstrate the anatomy.  "If it tears this big artery, it's all over. 
Death'll be quick.  If not, the player's down but still alive.  That means
you finish him later with a knife.  You guys know how to do that."

   Rabbit nodded and I gave him a reassuring pat on his bare shoulder.

   "If he's still alive, can he like keep shooting?" Scott wanted to know.
He put a hand to his neck, probing around the spot where I had touched him
with the dart.  I positioned his fingers so he could feel his pulse.

   "Sure.  If he can still pull the trigger, he can still shock you with
hits.  That might set you up for another player.  He could take you out
with him."

   "Wicked!" Scott took the dart from me to look at it again.  "This is
like so totally radical!"

   I let him hold it up against Rabbit's neck so he could see how the
anatomy worked with the lanky boy as a model.  Then we went to work adding
guns to all the other vests.

   "Everyone of these will have to be tested," I warned.

   "That's gonna be fun!" Scott said as both boys grinned at me.

   With the technical problems of the laser vests out of the way, it only
remained for the maze to be completed.  While we waited for that, I worked
the boys through their training schedules, pushing them as hard as I could
to build up their strength and endurance.

   Gradually I was seeing results.  Rabbit's lean form was starting to fill
out, softening a bit of his harsh angularity, and Scott had at last
mastered the aerobic exercise routines, increasing his stamina while in the
process sharpening his muscular definition so that his perfect body became
even more beautifully sculpted.

   From time to time I had the boys pose for photo sessions, something both
claimed to dislike.  Scott always loudly complained, "Boring!" But the
blonde boy was a natural model.  No matter what stance I placed him in, the
resulting pictures had a stunning classic quality.  Sometimes, if he could
be put in the right mood, the boy would flirt with the camera, assuming
pose after pose, each more provocative than the last, the expression of sly
innocence on his face devastatingly erotic.

   To my surprise, Rabbit also proved to be an excellent model, and
although he followed Scott's lead in complaining about it, I was sure he
secretly enjoyed both the attention I gave him and the chance to display
himself.  For his shots, careful attention to the lighting was required,
but when I captured him in the right way there was a haunting wistfulness
and tender vulnerability in his posing that overlay the eroticism and gave
his images an even greater emotional impact than Scott's.  Like apples and
oranges it was impossible to compare the two.  Usually after a session, as
I downloaded the pictures to encrypted CDs, I found myself shaking my head,
unable to choose between them.

   The maze took three days longer to finish than projected but at last it
was done.  Early in the week the three of us went over to look at it, using
the van with the boys hidden in the back because it was during school
hours. We did not want anyone spotting them, wondering why they were not in
class.  The parking lots in the front of the Industrial Park had their
usual rows of cars but in the back where the buildings were all unoccupied
the area was deserted.  I parked by the side door of my warehouse, unlocked
it and after a final glance around to be sure we were unobserved, I let the
boys scramble out of the back.

   Inside, the warehouse had been transformed.  Instead of a vast empty
space we were now confronted with a narrow passageway formed by the
cinderblock wall of the building on one side and a sixteen foot high
plywood partition on the other.  There was a strong smell of paint and
freshly cut lumber in the air.  My two boys peered around curiously while I
flipped the light switches by the door, turning on a few dim bare bulbs
that showed the passageway extending to another wall forty yards away.  I
rapped my knuckles against the wooden partition, which gave off a hollow
sound.

   "The maze is beyond this."

   "How do we get in?" Scott asked.

   "It's around on the other side."

   The boys followed me down the passageway and we turned right at the far
wall, continuing until we reached an opening in the high wooden partition
which was closed off by a barred iron gate.  Beyond, visible through the
bars, was a dimly lit space of about 10' x 15', surrounded on three sides
by big square wooden pillars painted gray.  Past them, more pillars were
visible with pathways between them so that it was like staring into a dimly
lit forest made up of square tree trunks.

   "Oh wow!" Scott breathed, going to the barred gate.  "Joe!  This is
awesome!"

   Rabbit went to stand beside him and together the two boys peered through
the bars as if mesmerized.

   "Joe, can we like go in?" Scott asked.

   "Absolutely.  I want you guys to try it out.  But first take a look from
up on top."

   The narrow passageway continued past doors to storage rooms and a mop
closet, then ended at a steep flight of wooden steps.  I started up, the
boys followed, and we came out onto the observation platform just under the
roof, which gave a view of the entire maze.

   "Wicked!" Scott leaned against me on one side while Rabbit pressed close
on the other.  I put my arms around both of them.

   "This is like way bigger than any other maze," the blonde boy told me,
but I shook my head.

   "There's others bigger or just as big.  At least that's what the
Internet says.  But this one is plenty big enough.  You two guys are gonna
be lost in here when we try it out."

   Scott looked up, his face eager.  "Can we do it like today?"

   "You can run around in it.  Maybe chase each other to get a feel for
what it's gonna be like.  But after that I'm gonna want your help setting
up all the cameras and stuff.  Once we get that done you can try a tag game
with the vests on."

   "What kinda camera stuff?" Rabbit wanted to know.

   I squeezed his shoulders and the boy squirmed even closer to me.  "We'll
put digital cameras all over," I explained.  "That way we can record all
your fights to sell on the Internet.  We could even put them out live if we
wanted to.  Plus I want to have TV monitors.  That way I can referee all
the action."

   On my other side Scott was nearly beside himself with excitement.  "Joe,
that is gonna be so totally red!  When can we start?  Let's do it now! 
Where's all the stuff?"

   "Hold on," I said, laughing and giving his shoulders an affectionate
squeeze.  "First chase around in there a little and tell me what you think.
I want to know how the lighting seems to you."

   When I started back down off the platform the boys ran ahead, clattering
on the stairs in their Nikes and racing each other to the barred door.  I
unlocked it for them and they took off inside, Scott chasing Rabbit as they
disappeared among the pillars.

   Soon I could hear giggling and excited shouts.  I climbed back up to the
platform and at the top leaned against the railing looking out over the
maze.  The big space filled with row after row of pillars had a somber,
mysterious look in the subdued light that was in contrast to the bright
laughter of the two boys scampering around within it.  I could follow their
antics easily enough because of the different colored shirts they wore, but
if they had been wearing the vests it would have been more difficult.

   Scott began firing an imaginary gun, pointing with his finger, making
shooting noises, and when Rabbit imitated him Scott fell back against a
pillar, slipped to the floor and rolled sprawling in pretended death.  Soon
the boys were engaged in their usual game, trying to ambush each other and
competing to see who could 'die' in the most spectacular way.  I let them
play for nearly an hour and then clapped my hands to get their attention.

   "Time to get to work guys.  Let's get going."

   Both their heads came up, Scott waved and the two of them started
weaving through the pillars in the direction of the barred gate.  When I
got down the stairs I expected to meet them there but the space behind the
gate was empty.

   "This way, guys!" I called out.  "It's over here..."

   I heard laughter, then a scuffling of Nikes against the concrete.  "This
way!" I called again and after a few more seconds the two boys emerged from
the forest of wood columns, eyes bright with excitement.

   "We got lost, Joe!" Scott announced.  They both giggled.

   "I'd say the maze is a success then." I patted them both on their
shoulders.  "Come on.  We'll go home and load up the camera stuff."

   Scott and Rabbit dashed ahead of me into the narrow corridor and I
followed them to the van.

   My plan for equipping the maze with cameras had been to reuse all the
equipment saved from the disassembling of Jacob's fight cage, and I had
expected the job to take no more than a day.  This turned out to be an
optimistic estimate, partly due to unexpected problems, and also because
the more we got into the job the more features I decided to add.  Several
hurried trips to Best Buy provided additional cameras that we used to
increase coverage around the maze plus I installed banks of TV monitors,
both at the gate and up in the observation deck.

   Once we were ready for testing I turned Scott and Rabbit loose with the
vests and the boys spent two afternoons in the maze playing their laser tag
game while I watched them on the monitors and used the cameras to record.

   "Yeah!  Cool!" Scott exclaimed afterwards, watching himself pretend to
die when we played back the tapes later at the house.  All three of us were
together on the big bed downstairs in the basement.  When I put my arm
around Scott to hug, Rabbit squirmed closer on my other side wanting the
same attention.

   "Here's one of you," I told him, pointing to the big TV.  On the
widescreen Rabbit's slender figure jerked as he took a hit.  With the LEDs
of his vest flashing he staggered back, fell and went sprawling onto the
floor.  For several moments he arched up, writhing, and then with a few
spastic kicks of his lower legs, he became limp and lifeless, lying with
his arms flung out, staring up blankly in simulated death.

   "Nice one," Scott said and Rabbit squirmed against my side, pulling my
hand down onto the rigid boner straining out from his groin.

   While the tape played to its end the boys stared fascinated at their own
images on the screen while I caressed both of them, sliding my fingertips
over glossy hips, silken thighs and the slick stretched skin of hard little
erections.  Twice I felt Rabbit give a tiny thrust against me as a quick
contraction throbed in his quivering boner.  On my other side Scott
squirmed to slide the smoothness of his perfect body on my bare skin,
whispering into my ear, "I wanna do it, Joe."

   When the final tape ended I hugged both boys and told them, "You guys
are fantastic.  If we splice in some close-ups then we'll have all we need
to sell it on the Internet.  I guess we won't have to do it for real."

   Scott lifted his head to stare at me.  "Yeah we do, Joe!  We gotta like
do it for real!  It's like... It's like..." The boy's pretty face screwed
up in dismay as he struggled to find words.  "We just gotta do it for
real!"

   I turned to look at Rabbit who had lifted his head as well.  "What do
you think?"

   The slender boy writhed in embarrassment as he often did when asked a
direct question.  Then he nodded his head.  "For real.  We gotta.  For real
paintball, too."

   "Yeah, okay..." I hugged the boy, patting his firm little butt.  "I
know. I promise."

   "Pretend just ain't no good, Joe," Scott assured me.  "It's gotta be
like for real.  It'll be like way better."

   "You think so?"

   "The blonde boy nodded.  "Real is gonna be like so awesome.  Like wicked
radical.  Pretend ain't nothin'!"

   "You're probably right.  It's not easy finding kids who'll do it
though."

   "They're too chicken," Rabbit said.

   "Yeah, I suppose that's it."

   "I ain't scared."

   I stroked the lanky boy, giving him a hug to show my approval even
though I knew what he had just said was a lie.

   "You ever seen any like real stuff, Joe?" Scott asked.

   "Not much," I answered, shaking my head.  "Maybe only one that I know
of. It's a tape off the Internet."

   "You still got it?" The blonde boy asked eagerly.

   "Somewhere..."

   I sat up and the boys rolled away to give me room, a gleam of wetness
glistening at the tip of Rabbit's jutting bone.  When I leaned over to give
it a playful lick, the boy squirmed happily.  With a grin at him I got up
to search the bottom shelf of the entertainment wall.  Both boys sat up
when I pulled out a plastic DVD case, and Scott slid to the end of the bed.

   "Put it in, Joe!  Let's see it!"

   The disc was a DVD I had made of Jacob's last fight.  Both Rabbit and
Scott leaned in close to watch as the action started between the two almost
naked boys on the screen.

   "Wicked!" Scott breathed.

   He and Rabbit remained absolutely still staring in rapt silence while
the DVD played out.  When the image on the screen froze at last into a
final tableau of two dead boys lying sprawled in pools of blood, Scott
shifted to slide himself against me.  "Totally radical!" His eyes were
glistening with excitement.  As I touched his rigid penis I felt the shaft
quiver.

   "There wasn't no guns," Rabbit said in disappointment.

   "You like the guns, don't you." He nodded and I gave his sturdy
shoulders a hug.  "I don't know of any good stuff like this with guns, so
your's is gonna be the first."

   "It'll be like the best, too!" Scott assured me proudly.

   "You're both gonna be stars." I hugged both boys and Scott giggled. 
"Who wants some alone time with me now?"

   "Me!" They chorused.  Scott looked up, eyes glowing while he tugged at
my arm, but Rabbit leaned over and took nearly the full length of my
jutting erection into his mouth.  I stroked the lanky boy's thick golden
brown hair and smiled.  "Okay, Hot Shot.  You first tonight."

   Scott looked momentarily disappointed but then brightened and asked,
"Joe, can I watch that DVD some more?"

   "As much as you want, Tiger."

   I handed him the remote, then patted Rabbit's shoulder.  After a last
lick on my rigid pole the lanky boy followed me into the small bedroom,
where as soon as the door was locked he pulled me onto the bed, sliding me
into his mouth again.  Rabbit had become adept at taking my full length,
holding the thick head of my rod in his throat while his tongue licked and
tickled.  It was all I could do to hold back, saving myself to pleasure him
in the other ways I knew he would beg for.  Later, when I was thrust deep
into his slim, wiry body, the bulge of my quivering tip showing in the firm
muscular sheath of his lower belly, I whispered, "You're my best fighter.
My bravest and best.  Shoot the others down!  When we do it for real, beat
them all!  Fight to the death for me!"

   Shuddering with passion, his smooth young form twisting in ecstasy
beneath mine, Rabbit panted, "I will, Joe.  I swear it..."

   But it was Scott who was the most excited that night.  In the darkness,
when I took him later, after we had eaten supper, the blonde boy kept
pleading for me to, "Do it harder, Joe... Do it more... More... Don't
stop!"

   He was insatiable, writhing and twisting as I slid within him, his
beautifully sculpted body heaving in jerking spasm after spasm.  When at
last I had to stop, exhausted after bringing myself to release, the boy lay
in my arms, squirming to slide his silky smoothness against my body,
tugging at my hand to keep me moving my fingers on his quivering shaft.

   "When can we like do it for real?" He asked over and over.  "You
promised, Joe.  When can we like do it?"

   "Everything's ready now," I assured him, stroking the muscular firmness
of his compact little body.  "When I take you and Rabbit out this weekend
for some paintball, we'll find an opponent for you.  You'll see.  Just be
patient for a few more days."

   "Yeah!" Scott exclaimed, eyes flashing.  He pumped his hips, dry
humpping my side.  "Again, Joe.  Do it again!"

   "You've had enough for now," I said firmly.  "You can have more
tomorrow, but now I want you to rest."

   "Tomorrow let me an' Rabbit do it for real," Scott demanded.  "Then we
don't like have 'ta wait."

   "Nope." After stroking the beautiful curves of the blonde boy's silky
shoulder, I gave the jutting curve of his hard little butt a pat.  "I'm not
losing either one of you just yet.  I'll get an opponent for you."

   Scott squirmed in impatience.  "I just wanna' do it!"

   My palm cupped his firm butt cheek, squeezing it.  "You're not scared of
losing?"

   The boy shook his head.  "Uh-uh!  It's gonna be like so wicked rad to do
it for real." When I patted him again he lifted his head to look at me. 
"If I gotta get it, you're gonna like do it, right Joe?"

   "I swear to you I will."

   "Yeah!  I don't want it to be like anybody else!" Stretching his left
arm in back of his head, Scott looked down at himself, poked a forefinger
into the space between the ribs, below his left nipple.  Then he looked up
at me again.  "You can do it right now if you want." The boy's eyes
gleamed. "I'll let you.  Go up in me right now and do it, Joe.  It would be
like so awesome."

   "Not right now." My palm continued sliding across the mounds of his
butt. "You have a whole bunch of fights to win for me before that."

   "But then will you?"

   "Yes."

   "Promise?"

   "Yes."

   The boy squirmed closer, hugging against me.  "An' when we do it, you
gotta like tape it, like all up close an' stuff, and show like everything,
like when I squirm around an' die an' stuff..."

   "I will.  I swear."

   "That's gonna be like so rad, Joe.  Like nothin' else.  It's like gonna
be the most wicked awesome thing on the Internet."

   "Oh yeah."

   With this Scott was content and he lay quietly in my arms afterward
while I caressed his lovely body, whispering over and over, "You're the
best, Tiger.  The best kid in the world.  You're gonna be my little
superstar."

   * * *

   As I had promised, that weekend I took the boys on a road trip.  We left
in the van on Friday, driving all day to a place I had chosen after a
session on the computer studying paintball event lists.  The contest I had
selected was held in a wooded location, very close to an otherwise built-up
area of sprawling middle-class developments; neighborhoods of winding
streets lined with either small single-story houses packed close together,
or else occasional rows of cheap townhouses.  When I took a virtual tour on
the Internet, bicycles and toys on front lawns indicated plenty of kids. 
It seemed a reasonable place to start looking for an opponent for my two
fighters.  From another Internet site I made reservations at a nearby motel
that had an indoor pool.

   Scott and Rabbit endured the all-day drive as well as they ever did,
sometimes sitting up front talking to me, other times hanging out in back,
listening to music on their MP3 players or playing video games.  They were
both thoroughly bored by the time we reached the motel, but the novelty of
exploring our room and a session with me in the pool, calmed them enough to
watch a movie and then sleep.  Lying in the big comfortable bed with a
naked boy to either side of me kept me awake for a while but neither boy
had shown a desire to have sex in the presence of the other so I was forced
to suppress my desires.  Eventually I managed some sleep as well.

   In the morning, after an early breakfast, we drove to the wooded area
where the paintball events were being held.  It was Scott's first time and
like Rabbit he chafed at having to wear all the protective clothing.  "This
sucks, Joe," he complained, donning the jumpsuit I procured for him.

   "Told you," Rabbit said, frowning as he worked at adjusting a clumsy
pair of gloves.

   "While we're here, we follow the rules," I told them, helping Scott zip
up his suit.  "Go get all the experience you can.  It's different from
laser tag.  When we do it back home for real, we can make our own rules."

   Scott tugged at the heavy cloth covering him and grimaced.  "I wish we
was doin' it for real now."

   "Check this out," I told him.  "I'll write down all your scores today.
Whoever gets the lowest total has to be the slave tonight and do whatever
the other kid wants."

   The two boys glanced at each other, competitive instincts stirring.

   "Okay," said Rabbit.

   After a moment Scott nodded in agreement.  "Okay."

   "One more thing." I crouched down, the boys leaned in close to me, and I
whispered, "Loser has to let the winner fuck him."

   Scott giggled and Rabbit's eyes flicked to him, then back to me. 
"Okay," he said quickly.

   "Scott?" The blonde boy squirmed for a moment, looked at me and nodded.
"Yeah.  Okay."

   "Good luck." I held out a fist, which they both touched with their own.
"Let's see some good shooting out there.  Don't let me down!"

   Both boys nodded solemnly and Rabbit said, "We gonna kick some butt!"

   The first a few events were all free-for-all kid contests and thanks to
their weeks of practice my two boys did well, although they found plenty of
competition from other youngsters who were equally good.  In paintball
Rabbit, despite lacking Scott's natural coordination and athleticism, still
maintained an edge and I suppressed a grin as I wrote down the boys'
scores. Rabbit was ahead and Scott, well aware of it, fidgeted with
impatience waiting for the team events to begin.  By that time both boys
had made some acquaintances among the other kids and when they were asked
to join teams I noticed that Scott signed up on a different one from Rabbit
so they would be competing head-to-head.

   Lunch time came and went while some of the team events were run. 
Scott's team did quite well, emerging splattered with paint, holding second
place ribbons.  The scores of my two boys drew closer together, almost into
a tie, making Rabbit frown when I showed it to him.  He studied the sheet
over my shoulder, munching on a big cheeseburger.

   Some of the best kids, including both Scott and Rabbit, were invited to
be substitutes on teams formed mainly of older teens.  This gave them the
chance of participating in the bigest war-game of the afternoon and it was
here that Rabbit pulled away into a commanding lead.  Two of the players on
his team, either by bad luck or bad play, got eliminated early, leaving
Rabbit to substitute in.  My lanky little fighter turned the tide of the
game, dodging from shelter to shelter, elusive as a shadow, firing with
deadly accuracy.  His successful flanking movement of a key point routed
the other team, allowing one of his partners to capture the flag for
victory.  He was awarded extra points by the judges and even though Scott
performed valiantly when he was given a chance by his team, it was never
enough to catch up.

   "Rough luck, Tiger," I said when he emerged from the combat area shaking
his head.  "You did great, but Rabbit wins this one."

   On our way back to the van after awards had been handed out, several of
the older teens stopped Rabbit to congratulate him.  I had to hide a smile
when I saw Scott looking on with envy.

   "Slave time," I said when we reached the van.  "Rabbit, you want Scott
to open the door for you?"

   "Nah," the slender boy answered.  "But I get to sit up front."

   "Absolutely."

   Scott did not sulk, but he was less than his usual bouncy self on the
drive to the motel.  He remained quiet, kneeling on the Ensolite pad in
back, peering out between our seats, while Rabbit and I reviewed the day's
matches.

   "That kid who won the free-for-all.  The one with the red bandanna.  The
one there with his brother.  He was good," Rabbit told me.

   "You and Scott are just as good," I assured him.  "He just got a few
breaks is all.  Wasn't he in the team you fought against this afternoon?"

   "Yeah."

   "See?  You were the star there, not him."

   Rabbit blushed, staring down at his knees without answering.  When I
glanced over, I saw the tip of his tongue protruding from the corner of his
mouth and knew he was happy.  The boy loved hearing praise from me.  I
reached over to pat his knee and he turned his head to smile.

   "Both you guys did fine today," I said, looking at Scott in the rear
view mirror so he would not feel completely left out.  Then, after
squeezing Rabbit's leg I added, "And you were terrific.  I was so proud of
you."

   This added complement made the lanky boy squirm a little in pleased
embarrassment.  When I slid my hand up his slender thigh, feeling the firm
muscle beneath the silky shorts, the edge of my palm brushed against a
protruding hardness in Rabbit's crotch.

   "I saw four or five kids out there today that were all pretty good," I
told him.  "But I wouldn't trade you two guys for any of them.  And today
was your day, Rabbit.  You were the best of everybody at the end."

   I felt the boy quiver as I said this.  He shot me a glance so full of
ardor and affection I was instantly hard as well.  "Tomorrow they'll have
the pair's elimination.  You two guys can go in as a team and I'll bet you
kick some serious ass!"

   "Yeah!" I heard Scott whisper.  Rabbit nodded.

   Back at the motel I took the boys for a swim before dinner.  As they had
done the previous night each wore the Speedo brief they had selected for
the trip; Scott's red with gold trim and Rabbit's gold with blue.  The
Speedos were very high cut, displaying the boys' glossy hips.  In their
flashy briefs, gold neck chains and other jewelry, they turned some heads
in the pool.  There were more swimmers them the night before, most of them
kids, so Scott and Rabbit got into a spirited game of tag.  Afterwards, at
their insistence, I had to spend some time tossing them into the air. 
Every time I took hold of Scott I asked Rabbit, "Do I have your permission
to throw your slave?" He would always reply in grave tones, "Yes, you may."

   Both boys found this ridiculously funny, so they were giggling in high
spirits when we returned to the room.  They changed back into their shorts,
then I let them order whatever they wanted from room service for their
dinner.  During the meal Scott served Rabbit, pouring more soda when he
asked.  I kept an eye on things, making sure Scott had enough time to eat
his share of the food, then when the boys were done I showed Scott how to
move all the room service things out into the hallway.

   "Good job, slave," I told him, putting an arm around his bare shoulders.
"Now, are you ready for the other thing you gotta do?"

   The blonde boy dropped his eyes.  "Do I gotta?"

   "You made the bet, didn't you?"

   Scott shuffled his feet on the carpet.  "Yeah..."

   "So, what do you think?"

   "But...  But, like..." Scott looked up at me and bit his lip.  "Like, I
never done it with another kid before."

   From across the room Rabbit was watching us, the front of his gold
shorts tended outward.

   "Let's make this easy for you," I told Scott, squeezing his shoulder. 
"We'll make it a game that you'll like..."

   Beckoning for Rabbit to join us, I knelt on one knee, holding both boys
with my palms cupped on their firm rounded butts.  "We'll pretend you guys
are playing paint-ball for real," I told them.  "Rabbit, you'll come out of
the bathroom and ambush Scott.  Scott, you pretend to be hit lots of times.
Pretend to die.  After that Rabbit gets to do you on the bed."

   "Yeah!" Scott said nodding eagerly.  "Except he's gotta like knife me
first, right Joe?  `Cause like in paint-ball the pellets don't kill you."

   "Right," I told him, nodding in agreement.  "He's got to finish you with
a knife."

   "It's just like pretend real, though, right Joe?" Scott looked up at me
anxiously.

   "Yeah," I assured him, patting his firm butt.  "It's only pretend real."

   The blonde boy leaned close to whisper in my ear, "I don't want Rabbit
to kill me.  I like, only want you..."

   With another pat I nodded and whispered back, "I know.  It's okay.  You
have my word."

   I turned to Rabbit, squeezing his tight butt.  "Ready, Hot Shot?"

   The lanky boy nodded.  "Uh-huh." The front of his shorts was sticking
way out, the tip of a rigid boy rod quivering beneath the shiny cloth.

   Going quickly around the room I turned off all the lights except for one
by the bed.  Then I gestured for Rabbit to hide in the bathroom.  "Okay," I
told the excited boys.  "Start the game."

   Silent on bare feet Scott tiptoed across the carpet, an imaginary gun
held out in front of him.  He stopped by the foot of the bed, head turned,
as if searching for enemies.  Then, just as he started to move again,
Rabbit slipped from behind the bathroom door pretending to aim a gun. 
"Pow! Pow, Pow!  Pow!"

   "Uhhhhhhh..." Clutching his chest, Scott staggered, jerking in simulated
agony.  He tottered for a moment, then fell back in a sprawl onto the bed.

   "Strip him first," I told Rabbit.

   He bent over Scott tugging at the waist of the blonde boy's shorts, the
silky fabric sliding down, then catching on the rigid boner jutting
straight up from Scott's groin.  Rabbit pulled the elastic waistband up and
over the quivering shaft, finally working the shorts down, free of Scott's
legs.  The blonde boy lay staring upward as he did this, pretending to be
mortally wounded.

   "Now finish him off," I instructed, taking hold of Scott's wrists.  I
pulled the blond boy's arms back behind his head, stretching the smooth
skin tight over the ribs.  Rabbit leaned forward, used a forefinger to
locate the correct spot under Scott's left nipple, then brought an
imaginary knife down with his fist, pretending to bury the blade in Scott's
chest.

   "Auuggghhh..." Scott writhed, arching his naked body for a moment in
simulated agony.  Jerking twice, kicking his lower legs, he sank down
lifeless on the bed, turning his head to one side, eyes staring blankly.  I
felt for a pulse in his neck, then nodded to Rabbit.

   "Okay.  He's dead."

   Together we pulled Scott's limp form further up on the bed, placing his
lolling head near the pillows.  Then I sat down next to him, drew the boy's
perfectly formed legs up and held his delicate knees to either side of his
chest.  Scott's ass lay stretched open, revealing the tight pucker of his
small anus in the dim light.  "Lube him good," I told Rabbit.  "You know
how to do it?"

   "Uh-huh." The lanky boy had already stripped off his own shorts to
display his lean wiry body, gleaming in the slanting rays of the bedside
lamp.  Un-capping the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic I dribbled slippery lotion
over his fingers, then smeared the oily stuff around Scott's delicate
opening.  The boy lay motionless in simulated death while I held his silky
thighs apart, but when Rabbit's finger pushed up into his ring the blonde
boy quivered.

   After smearing his own stiff rod with a glistening coat of oil Rabbit
put the bottle aside.  In the dim light a sparkle of moisture was showing
at the tips of both boys' jutting boners.  Rabbit positioned himself,
leaning forward to guide the head of his quivering boy stick into Scott's
dimpled opening and as the uncircumcised little tip entered, Scott quivered
again.  Holding his knees apart, I could feel the tension in his compact
young body from him bearing down to open his tight ring of muscle. 
Hovering over him, Rabbit squirmed for a moment, unsure of himself.  Then
his head pulled back.  With a little moan of pleasure, "Uhhh..." he thrust
his glossy angular hips forward, burying the shiny stretched skin of his
thick little boy shaft in Scott's heat.

   When they were locked together, Rabbit's smooth hairless groin pressed
to Scott's stretched ass, I arranged the blonde boy's perfect legs around
Rabbit's taut waist, crossing the dainty ankles over the lanky boy's back.
Scott was still playing dead, remaining limp while Rabbit squirmed on top
of him, grinding angular hips against Scott's stretched opening.  Then, as
Rabbit shuddered, moaning softly, Scott quivered as well.  His hands went
to the lanky boy's shoulders, tugging as he arched to draw his ankles
further up on Rabbit's back.

   In the dim illumination of the bedside lamp the two young bodies writhed
together, light from the bedside lamp playing on glossy hips, satin thighs
and smooth silky flanks.  As Rabbit's hips began to pump, Scott's head went
back.  He arched up to meet the thrusts, breaths coming in soft little
gasps, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." Suddenly the blonde head strained back
even farther.  Scott held his breath, beautiful body quivering...  Then,
suddenly, he was jerking, feet kicking, twisting on Rabbit's back as spasms
took him.  Moments later Rabbit was heaving as well, wiry body bucking in a
frenzy.  The two youngsters clutched at each other, young bodies shuddering
in climax.  Then Rabbit's hips were pumping again, faster this time, with
Scott writhing beneath him, tugging with arms and legs to urge him on.

   Reining in my own excitement I watched my young fighters heave in
jerking spasms three more times, until at last Rabbit lay panting on top of
Scott, both their smooth bodies shiny with sweat.  By that time I was so
hard it was painful.  After stripping I oiled my throbbing shaft, straddled
Rabbit and leaned over to push the head of my jutting rod between the
mounds of his firm little butt.  The boy's angular form quivered when my
blunt tip slipped into his ring, stretching it.  When I entered him with a
quick thrust, he gave a little cry of pain and pleasure.  Without waiting I
sank my full-length into him with Rabbit moaning, hips writhing beneath me,
moving his own jutting boner within Scott.  The blonde boy moaned as well,
his perfect body twisting with ours.

   I was already aroused, quivering with excitement, and the responses of
both boys quickened the rising pressure in my loins.  I slid back and forth
in Rabbit, thrusting into his tight chute, grinding against the hard curve
of his buttocks.  The boy groaned, arching, squirming, and then pumping his
hips with me to move his rod within Scott as well.  A tide surged within
me. Slippery warmth gushed from my tip, making me squeeze to hold back as I
pumped even faster.  Scott heaved, his lovely body arched up as far as he
could and beneath me Rabbit's muscles tensed as he struggled to penetrate
Scott with his full-length.  I managed two more quick hard plunges into
Rabbit's hot sweetness, then I, too, drove up, locking myself against the
lanky boy's hard butt.

   For a moment all three of us hung on the edge, straining against each
other...  then in a frenzy of jerking heaves we released, my pulsating rod
filling Rabbit with spurt after spurt of hot man-cum.

   Afterwards I held the two boys my arms, lithe supple bodies sprawled on
mine, shuddering from the effects of passion while I stroked and petted
them.  Over and over I whispered endearments, letting them know how
wonderful and precious they both were.  After I had pulled the covers over
us they fell asleep, one to either side of me, but later in the night I
woke to the touch of a boy's fingers, finding Scott half rolled against me,
sliding his little fist on my stiff penis.  In the darkness I could just
make out the gleam of his eyes as he leaned close, whispering, "Do me,
Joe."

   When I nodded, the boy rolled over, presenting his backside.  He moaned
softly, stretching his arms out, head pulled back in ecstasy when I entered
him.  With Rabbit sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed I pleasured
the boy with slow steady thrusts until he had been driven to four of his
shuddering little immature climaxes.  Then I cuddled his beautiful sculpted
body until he slept again, secure in my arms.

   ----------------- End of Chapter Six -----------------