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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 8

   All three youngsters were difficult to rouse that morning.  In the big
bedroom downstairs where the TV was still on when I came in, Scott and
Javier were two lumps curled up under the covers.  Neither one stirred when
I drew the light quilt aside and I took a few moments to enjoy the sight of
their young bodies clad only in the satin workout shorts they had worn the
night before.

   The smooth skin of Scott's perfect legs and taut compact upper form
gleamed in the flicker of light from the TV.  He stirred when my fingertips
gently brushed along the hollow of his small waist, and then he half rolled
onto his back, arms stretched behind his head, opening his eyes to look up
at me in happy surprise and affection.  The front of his crimson shorts was
bulged out by his morning stiffy and when my fingers pushed against the
waistband Scott sucked in his stomach creating enough room for me to slide
my hand down and rub the jutting hardness.  Grinning up at me, he squeezed
his butt to swell the thickened little shaft beneath my stroking fingers.

   Next to him Javier lay curled in a fetal position, the glow of the TV
flashing in shiny highlights on his bare arms and legs.  Reaching across
the bed I stroked the glossy curve of his slim shoulder and he stirred a
little in his sleep, long lashed eyelids fluttering.  Then Scott pounced on
him, digging fingers into the Hispanic boy's narrow belly, tickling
unmercifully and Javier's eyes flew open in alarm.  With a muffled squeak
he tried to curl into a tighter ball, but Scott was all over him, and a
moment later both were squirming together on the bed, Javier's legs kicking
helplessly as he quivered with laughter.

   "Take it easy on him," I told Scott, prying the blonde boy loose after a
few moments.  "Give him a chance to get his breath."

   Scott giggled and sat on the bed hugging his knees while Javier lay
sprawled, panting, looking up at me wide-eyed.

   "You'll have to get used to Scott," I told him, stroking the boy's
satiny smooth chest.  "He gets crazy like this all the time.  Then we just
have to stand him on his head for a while."

   Grabbing Scott's ankles I slid off the bed and held him upside down
above the floor.  The sturdy youngster giggled, squirmed for a moment, and
then went limp, playing dead, arms and head dangling.  "See how easy it
is?" I said to Javier.  "He calms right down."

   Slinging Scott back onto the bed I sat down next to him, began to tickle
and after attempting to remain 'dead' for a few seconds the blonde boy
exploded into giggles and grabbed at my wrists.  Then Javier joined in,
tickling in Scott's armpits while I kept my blond fighter from escaping and
Scott writhed in desperation, giggling and thrashing.  "Okay, okay," he
pleaded at last.  "I give!"

   I pulled him close so he could cuddle against me, heart pounding in his
chest, while I hugged his sturdy shoulders.  Then, when I reached out to
Javier, he crawled over to cuddle against my other side, leaning his glossy
dark head on my chest when I put an arm around him.  As he pressed against
me I caressed his smooth slim warmth, admiring the delicacy of his tiny
waist and the curve of mounded butt beneath the satin shorts.  The pretty
Hispanic boy was taller than Scott, nearly as tall as Rabbit, but without
any of Rabbit's wiry angularity.  Instead, his body had a willowy grace,
the elfin delicacy of a beautiful boy, with slender hips, narrow firm
stomach and subtle swell of muscle.  I allowed my palm to drift over all
this beauty, stroking in slow circles and where Javier's groin pushed
against my thigh I felt a growing hardness.

   On my other side Scott squirmed on me, his thick little boy stub, which
had softened while I tickled him, now jutting out once more as he rubbed it
on my hip.  I slid my hand down the silky taper of his back, wiggled it
beneath the waist of his shorts to cup the hard curve of his butt and then,
circling my other hand over Javier's shorts to cup his firm mound through
the satin cloth I squeezed both boys and told them, "It's time to get up.
I've got breakfast all ready for you."

   "Uh-uh, Joe," Scott protested, "It's too early." He thrust his hips a
little, pushing the bulge of a stiff boner against me.  "Let's do other
stuff."

   "Not right now," I told him firmly.  Taking my hand out of his shorts, I
gave his hip a smack.  "We've got training to do.  You and Rabbit have to
show Javier how to do everything."

   Scott shook his head.  Giggling, he tried to pull my hand down onto his
groin but I tickled him until he rolled onto his back laughing and grabbing
at my wrists.

   "Come on," I told Javier, tickling him as well.  "Into the bathroom with
you.  Brush your teeth."

   The Hispanic boy squealed as my fingertips darted over his sensitive
flanks.  Then, when I rolled him onto his back, he gave me a shy anxious
glance and tried to hide the jut of his boner by drawing his legs up, but I
shook my head and stretched them out saying, "It's okay, Kid.  See?  Scott
has a stiffy, too.  It's no big deal."

   By my other side the blonde boy had his head raised, looking down to
admire himself and with a grin over at Javier he lifted the waistband of
his red shorts, pushing it down to display the hard shaft jutting up from
his groin.

   "See?" I told Javier again.

   My hand slid across the front of his hips where the satin fabric of the
workout shorts was tented way out by the rigid stiffness beneath.  Like
Scott, Javier lifted his head to watch as my fingers rubbed through the
cloth, and then I tugged at his elastic waistband, lifting it to uncover a
slender quivering shaft, longer than either Scott's or Rabbit's but not as
thick, standing out from the boy's smooth hairless groin.

   Scott reached eagerly across me to stroke it with his fingertips. 
"Geez, Joe - he got a big one!"

   "Hear that, Sport?" I told Javier, winking at him.  "I bet you didn't
know you were such a stud, did you."

   I eased his waistband down a little farther and the slender boy lifted
his hips to allow the shorts to slip off his butt.  Then he lay still,
watching as Scott's small fist pumped him while I caressed the glossy
smoothness of his hip and thigh.

   "Feel nice?" I asked, looking down on him.  Javier nodded, tensing a
little as he squeezed his butt.  A sparkle of moisture appeared at his
circumcised tip and Scott rubbed faster.  The Hispanic boy tensed again,
hips twisting as a shuddering throb pulsed within him, and then Scott was
squirming across me to take Javier's quivering shaft into his mouth.  For a
moment the dark haired boy opened his eyes wide in astonishment.  Then he
began to jerk, slender body arching and writhing as quick pulsing
contractions shook him.

   It only lasted a few seconds.  Scott lifted his head to grin at him. 
"Nice job," I told him, squeezing the blonde boy's shoulder.  From
underneath, Javier stared up, eyes unfocused as the rush of sensation
within his body subsided.  I continued to him, caressing with my palm, and
when at last he turned his head to look at me I smiled, patting his hip. 
"Come on.  It's time to get up.  Hit the bathroom and brush your teeth."

   Scott rolled off and while Javier pulled his shorts back up my blonde
fighter leaned close to whisper in my ear, "We messed around last night,
Joe.  He likes it." I shared a grin with him, then escorted Javier into the
bathroom, closing the door behind us.

   "You like that?" I asked Javier, standing him before the sink with my
hands on his bare shoulders.  The boy gave a shy nod, staring at me in the
mirror.  I slid my hands down his slim arms massaging them.  "You're gonna
be good, Sport.  You got what it takes.  I can always tell.  Wait till I
get you trained up a little.  Boy are you gonna be something!"

   The Hispanic boy turned his head to look up at me, dark eyes wide in
appeal.  "You think I really gonna be good, Joe?"

   "I know it."

   Leaning down I tugged at his shorts and Javier let me pull them down,
lifting his feet to step out of them so I could toss them aside.  The boy
stood before me naked, his hard boy stick straining upward in a slight
curve, the tip quivering with his heartbeat.  I posed him, sliding my palms
over his slim silky body while he stared up at me with an anxious
expression.  Then I stepped back to admire the result, nodding in approval.
"Fantastic.  We make videos of all the extreme fights.  Your publicity
shots are gonna be worth thousands, maybe much more.  You like that?"

   "Uh-huh." Javier admired himself in the mirror and allowed me to touch
his stiff boner.  When I moved over to stand right behind him, caressing
his silky shoulders I could feel that he was trembling.  The boy pulled his
head back to stare up at me again.

   "Scott say we gonna fight for real.  Is he right Joe?"

   "Yeah kid, for real.  That's how we make the videos.  It's big money. 
You scared?"

   Javier bit his lip and nodded.  With my palm I rubbed the glossy warmth
of the side of his chest, sliding down onto his narrow tummy's firm
surface. "You're gonna be great, Sport.  Really big.  Lots and lots of
money.  You'll see.  You got nothing to worry about.  The others will be
scared of you."

   After picking up his shorts I held them for the boy to slip back on and
once they were pulled up Javier got out his toothbrush.  While he was
brushing I opened the door.  Scott, who had been sitting on the bed
waiting, gave me a knowing grin.  He trotted over.

   "Brush and then come upstairs," I told him.  "Breakfast is all ready."

   Eyes sparkling, the blonde boy glanced at Javier, then whispered to me,
"He likes it, don't he."

   "Yeah," I whispered back.  "He likes it.  Brush your teeth." Scott was
giggling as I pushed him toward the sink.

   Upstairs both boys took their places on stools at the counter while I
went to fetch Rabbit.  The lanky boy was beneath the covers of my bed, fast
asleep.  It took some time to get him awake, put his shorts on and herd him
to the kitchen after he, too, had brushed his teeth.  Scott's welcoming
grin was sly and knowing, but Javier merely looked curious as Rabbit took a
third stool at the counter.

   "Fuel up," I told the boys, placing scrambled eggs and oatmeal in front
of them.  "We gotta full-day ahead of us."

   All three of my young fighters were dainty eaters so I had plenty of
time to eat myself and then clean up.  Once the boys were done, they
followed me downstairs where I had them sit on the mats in a semicircle
around me.

   "You two..." I pointed at Scott and Rabbit, "are gonna teach Javier the
workout routines.  Rabbit, you'll lead the free weights.  Scott, you'll
take over on the cable and then Rabbit, I want you to be leader again on
the aerobic sets.  After that we take a short break.  Then Scott runs the
wrestling practice.  You got it?"

   My two veterans nodded but Javier was staring at me with a stricken
expression.  "What is it, Sport?" I leaned forward to pat his bare foot. 
"You scared you can't do this stuff?"

   The Hispanic boy bit his lip.  "I...  I ain't so good at like workin'
out an' stuff..." His voice trailed off and he looked like he was ready to
cry.

   "Neither were these guys when they started," I assured him, gesturing at
Scott and Rabbit.  "They'll both tell you.  It was hard for them, too, in
the beginning.  Nobody expects you to be able to do everything.  All I ask
is that you try the best you can.  These guys will help you, so will I, and
after some time you'll be surprised at how much better you get.  You'll
see. Be brave for me, Sport.  That's all you have to be.  Will you try?"

   Eyes locked on mine, Javier nodded.  "Uh-huh."

   "That'a boy." I motioned to Rabbit.  "Start with the stretching..."

   It took all morning, right up to lunchtime, to get Javier through the
various routines.  The boy's muscles were untrained and he struggled with
all the weight exercises, but his slender body was lithe and limber, so the
moves on the aerobic sets came easier, even though he ran out of breath
quickly.

   "You're doing fine," I kept telling him.  "You're quick.  Got plenty of
agility.  That's a big advantage, right guys?" I looked at Scott and
Rabbit.

   "For sure!" Scott held out a fist for Javier to tap.  "In games you like
gotta be fast!"

   "Lots'a times the big strong guys get hit like first," Rabbit added,
nodding in agreement.

   Wrestling completed our morning routine.  Javier, exhausted and not as
strong as the other two, was at a disadvantage, but he did his best without
giving up and displayed a natural balance in his movements that was
encouraging.

   "Good job," I told him, giving his butt a pat when he was done.  "Not
bad at all for a first time.  Go get a shower, Sport.  You know where the
towels are, right?"

   With a grateful look at me and a quick nod Javier trotted off into the
bathroom.

   "Okay guys," I said to Scott and Rabbit once we heard the door close. 
"You've been asking when we fight for real?  As soon as that kid builds up
a little stamina.  As soon as he can make it through the SEAL routine
without looking like he's gonna faint, we do it.  Until then, it's
practice, practice, practice.  Got it?"

   "Yeah...  Uh-huh..." Both boys nodded.

   I held out a fist, they both touched it with theirs and then Rabbit went
upstairs to use my shower while Scott stayed with me.

   "You sleep with me tonight, okay?" I put an arm around the blonde boy's
shoulders and he looked up, then turned to hug, squirming, rubbing his
smooth compact body on mine.  I stroked him, then leaned down to kiss his
silky hair.  "You're the best, Sport," I whispered.  "The greatest kid in
the world.  You know that, don't you?" Scott nodded, arms tightening around
me.  "I'm expecting you and Rabbit to handle this kid." My palm slipped
down the lovely taper off Scott's back, sliding beneath his shorts,
caressing the glossy curves of his hard little butt.  "When you get him,
the game stops right there.  I don't want to lose either of you right now.
But--" I squeezed Scott's butt cheek and he writhed against me.  "But if
it's Rabbit who goes down first, then the game goes until only one kid's
left.  I want that to be you, Scott.  Fight to the finish for me, Sport!"

   "I will, Joe!" The boy squirmed, rubbing his hardness on my thigh.  "I
will!"

   After Scott had taken a shower, I gave the boys lunch and then we found
a pair of jeans along with a denim jacket for Javier so he could be part of
paintball drill in the backyard.  Here he justified my confidence by
proving to be an elusive target, dodging with agility when it was his turn,
even managing an occasional score by accurate return fire after tumbling
into awkward positions on the ground.  None of the three boys wanted to
stop when I told them it was time to go in so I gave them an extra
half-hour when they pleaded for it.

   "This was like our best ever," Scott asserted once I finally insisted
they end the game.

   I turned to Rabbit.  "What did you think?"

   The lanky boy gave me a fierce nod, holding out a fist, which I and the
other two boys tapped with our own.  Despite being breathless and dripping
with sweat Javier looked proud and happy.  I took my trio of paint ballers
into the kitchen for a smack while they sat on the counter stools reviewing
their performance.

   "We gotta like do this in the maze, Joe," Rabbit said.

   I nodded in agreement.  "You're right.  We will, starting tomorrow.  I'm
convinced." Then I grinned at him.  "You guys are gonna put splotches all
over that nice new paint job!"

   Scott and Rabbit both laughed, but Javier looked confused.  "What's the
maze?"

   "You'll see." I caressed the damp helmet of his straight black hair.

   "The maze is totally rad," Scott assured him.  "You'll like it."

   "Can we like make a movie, Joe?" Rabbit asked, hopefully.

   "I don't see why not.  A test anyway."

   "Awesome!"

   With the boys following me I led them to the basement where Scott and
Rabbit began to strip, handing their paint splattered denims to me for
washing.  Javier looked on for a moment, unsure of himself, and then
fumbled at the buttons of his jacket.  I helped him wiggle out of it,
bearing his graceful upper body.  Then, after a shy look at me, with the
other two boys watching, Javier unzipped his pants, pushed them down off
his legs and stood naked while I loaded the washing machine and started it
up.

   Scott grinned, eyes bright with excitement.  "Can we like do the lasers
now, Joe?"

   "In a little bit.  We'll do target practice first.  Then after supper
you guys can play the game..."

   "As long as we want?" Rabbit begged.

   "Well--" I smiled at him.  "For a good long time, anyway.  Until it's
time for bed."

   Scott tugged at my arm.  "Start now, Joe!"

   "First you guys take a little rest." I herded all three naked boys
toward the big bedroom.  "Right now it's Javier's turn for some alone
time."

   The slim Hispanic boy gave a squeal of surprise as I picked him up,
tossing him over my shoulder.  Scott and Rabbit giggled, exchanging knowing
glances as I carried my new treasure into the bathroom.  Closing the door
behind us, I grabbed a tube of KY along with some Hawaiian Tropic lotion,
brought the boy into the small bedroom, locked that door, and with a tickle
that made him squirm and laugh, I placed Javier on the bed, stretching him
out on the sheet.

   "You did good today," I said, sitting down next to him.  "You know that,
right?"

   "Uh-huh." The boy was smiling up at me, eyes bright with happiness at my
praise.

   "You surprised the other two with how good you did at paintball.  You're
gonna like the maze tomorrow."

   "Do we like get money tomorrow?"

   I shook my head.  "Tomorrow is just more practice.  You only get money
when you play for real.  But then it's big money.  You'll see."

   I stroked a hand across the silky warmth of his slender chest, brushing
my fingertips over the tiny hard nipples.  Javier lifted his head to watch
and I saw that in his smooth groin his boner was straining upward, fully
rigid, slim length quivering.  I slid my palm down the flat narrow surface
of his tummy, took hold of the jutting rod, and rubbed its slick stretched
skin, feeling the boy tense as he squeezed his butt.

   "The other two are jealous `cause you're longer than they are," I told
the boy.  "Did you know that?"

   Javier snickered and shook his head.

   "They're scared you're gonna make more money.  Beat them..." My fingers
slid up and down, feeling the boy's rigid stiffness strain upward to the
throb of his excited heart beats.  "You ever rub it like this before?"

   "Uh-huh."

   Javier stared upward, eyes unfocused, letting the movement of my hand
bring sensation radiating through his body.  He arched a little, the
muscles of his slim form in tension.  A contraction pulsed in the hard slim
shaft beneath my stroking fingers.  The boy's hips jerked.

   "Feel good?" I whispered, rubbing a fingertip over a trace of wetness
that had appeared at his circumcised tip.

   Javier nodded.  I moved my hand to the glossy side of his hip, stroking
up onto the hollow of his taut little waist.  "You're really, really good
at this," I whispered.  "You want me to show you more?"

   For an instant the boy's eyes flicked to mine.  He nodded.  I drew back,
removed my shirt and then stripped off shorts and sneakers.  Naked, I
stretched out next to the lovely boy as he stared up into my face,
trembling in what could have been uncertainty, but I was sure it was more
in anticipation because his stiffy remained hard, the long slender shaft
jutting upward in quivering rigidity.

   "It's okay," I assured him, taking one of his arms and placing it around
my shoulder.  "You can do anything you want when you're with me.  It's all
okay, Javier."

   With his small warm palm the boy cupped the swell of muscle at the point
of my shoulder before sliding his fingers down to the bulge in my upper
arm. I flexed it for him and then took his hand, moving it onto my chest.
The boy caressed me, brushing across my nipples, circling his palm over my
side and onto the rigid muscle my stomach.  As he explored, my own hands
were busy, stroking his silky flanks, the delicate hollow of his tiny waist
and the curved mounds of his firm butt.

   Javier's eyes widened as my fingers pushed into his crease.  Then, when
a fingertip slid over the clenched dimple of his boy hole, he gave a little
gasp.

   My rigid member was so hard it was almost painful and I wanted the boy
to take hold of it, but he was too inexperienced to know what to do.  His
palm continued to rub over my stomach and waist.  Removing my hand from his
glossy butt I took his, guiding it downward, placing his fingers on my
throbbing shaft, encouraging the boy to rub it.

   "That feels so good," I whispered as his little fist made clumsy strokes
up and down.  "Yeah, Javier...  You do that so good..."

   Taking hold of the boy's own stiff boner I rubbed with thumb and
fingers, pulling him close with my other arm.  Javier pressed his slim
graceful warmth to mine, quivering with passion.  While I caressed his
lovely silkiness with my free hand his face lifted to mine as if he wanted
to be kissed, but the squirm of surprise when our lips touched betrayed
that he had never done it before.  For a moment his fist stopped sliding on
me as he took in this new thrill.  When my tongue probed for entry, his
lips parted and he hugged against me writhing as it pushed into his mouth.

   For long moments we lay twisting together on the bed, wave after wave of
sensation breaking over Javier, making the slim boy moan with pleasure. 
His small fist continued to grip me as I brought him to arching tension
with quick rhythmic strokes.  My fingers slid over his little moist tip,
rubbed the stretched skin of his rigid boyhood...  then suddenly the tide
broke over him.  He heaved in my arms, clutching, mouth open wide to my
tongue.  Shuddering, hips jerking again and again, his lovely body quivered
in release.

   "Feel good?" I whispered as the spasm passed.  The boy nodded, staring
wide-eyed, tugging at me to urge that we continue.

   "I'll show you everything," I promised and reversed position to straddle
his chest, leaning over his groin.

   The moment I took his slim jutting shaft into my mouth I felt the boy
arch up, arms tugging at my hips.  A tickling brush of his tongue on the
blunt tip of my rod showed that he was tasting me.  Seconds later my shaft
was engulfed by moist warmth as Javier slid me through his lips, his arms
tightening around me.  I drew up his knees, spread his slender thighs and
then licked my tongue around his tight little nut sac.  Following along his
crease, I slid my tongue further, finally pushing into his dimpled opening.
With a soft groan the boy strained to pull his knees further apart, opening
the tight stricture of his small ring, allowing nearly the full length of
my thrusting tongue to push into his hot sweetness.

   The slim Hispanic boy quivered, lovely young body arching in passionate
response.  More throbbing jerks shook him.  He groaned, sucking at the
hardness filling his mouth.  I went back to licking his jutting shaft,
curling my tongue around it, sliding the full-length through my lips,
feeling the boy tense up again, slender body arching, jerking, a wave of
sensation braking over him.  After taking him through yet another quivering
spasm, during which I inserted a finger into his slick opening, I drew back
and then reversed position.  Javier lay sprawled next to me, momentarily
stunned with pleasure.

   "Like this," I told him, rolling the boy onto his side so the glossy
mounds of his butt nestled against my groin.  I slicked his crease with the
coconut scented Hawaiian Tropic lotion, coated my rigid member with KY and
then, holding Javier's lovely slimness with an arm around his delicate
waist, guided the blunt tip of my jutting rod between his butt cheeks and
onto the pucker of his opening.

   Javier moaned and stretched his slender arms outward in front of him. 
In seeming invitation, he pushed back against the thrust of my blunt head,
but as it entered him, stretching the ring, he began to whimper, shaking
his head and struggling.

   Perhaps at this last moment, his nerve failed, or the pain of my entry
was too much.  It was too late.  Overcome by the thrill of possession I
could not stop myself.  Disregarding the boy's protests I held him tight,
continuing to thrust, my thick blunt tip advancing, squeezed by the
constricting spasm of sphincter muscle.  Something gave.  There was a
sudden lessening of pressure.  Javier cried out, "Aiiiii..." thrashing his
lower legs.  With a popping sensation my thick rod was in him, engulfed in
sweet hot moistness, and the boy's desperate squirming only impaled him
more firmly on the jut of my rigid pole.  It sank in...  deeper and
deeper...  sheathing itself in the heat of his struggling body while his
breaths came in gasping cries, "Aiii!  Aiii!  Aiii!  Aiii!"

   Beneath my restraining arm I felt the bulge in Javier's lean belly that
was the tip of my rod deep in his guts.  My groin locked against the
mounded curve of butt and the boy shuddered, gasping with pain and ecstasy
as I ground my hips to move myself within his tense quivering body.  Javier
arched, drawing his head back.  Gradually his cries turned to moans of
passion as I slid my free hand around the front of his hip, taking hold of
his now flaccid boy worm, rubbing it.  A quiver went through him.  His
lower legs twisted, then his shaft stiffened under my stroking fingers. 
Moments later it was jutting out, hard as a steel pin, tip throbbing, the
boy heaving back against me, squirming to push my own rigidity deeper into
himself.

   His passionate response quickened me and I shuddered, squeezing to hold
back, rubbing as fast as I could on his stiffy with my fingers.  Javier
moaned, head arched back...  his rigid boy stick jerked in contraction
after contraction...  pulsations rippled around the hard shaft I had thrust
into his loins.

   It was all I could do to contain myself.  Despite another squeezing
effort a surge of my hips released a quick spurt into the boy.  Javier gave
a little bleat of ecstasy.  His feet kicked.  Then his breaths were coming
in more panting gasps as he writhed around my impaling member.  Steadying
the boy's slim graceful body with one arm, pumping him hard with the other,
I began to move with him, sliding my slick shaft in the tight sleeve of his
chute while he moaned in pleasure, limbs twisting in spasm.

   Once I had myself under control I had planned to maintain a long slow
steady rhythm, guiding the boy through a cascade of immature release,
building him from one to the other.  But the sheer intensity of Javier's
response, my absolute certainty that he was giving himself for the first
time, and the sensation of his graceful young body writhing against my own
proved too overwhelming.  The boy would not allow any slowing of the pace,
thrusting back with his hips whenever I tried, seeking to take all of me
into himself and then then panting in gasping little moans as he squirmed
to move my tip deep within his gut.

   This twisting of his heated flesh on mine sent waves of sensation
shuddering through me, a tide of irresistible pressure.  Desperate to rein
myself in I rolled onto my back, taking the boy with me, so he lay
spread-eagled on top of me, impaled on my jutting rod, slim legs spread to
either side of mine.  But even though this made it harder for the boy to
pump his hips he continued to writhe, arching and squirming to thrust down
on me as far as he could.  He reached for my hand, urging faster movement
of my fingers on his rigid quivering rod, and then as he arched back,
twisting in ecstasy, I felt a series of pulsing contractions rippling
through him, jerking his slim body, throbbing around my sheathed member.

   Squeezing with all my might, I tried to hold off, but it was too late.
Javier's movements took me over the edge.  Surrendering, I arched as well,
thrusting into him, wetness pouring from my tip, and the young boy
shuddered, squirming, moaning in passion.  Then we were both heaving, hips
bucking, the contractions pulsing in my shaft sending spurt after spurt of
semen flooding into my virgin partner's hot sweetness.

   The release was so powerful I lay gasping in its aftermath, unable to
move, while on top of me Javier continued to twist, his boy's passive ardor
un-slaked.  I held him around his taut waist, loving the feel of the young
writhing body on mine, but inwardly I was totally spent.  As I softened the
boy moaned, shaking his head, reaching back in an attempt to hold me in,
but inevitably I slipped out and when I turned him over Javier clung to me,
squirming as if to merge himself with me, pleading, "More, Joe...  Do it
more..."

   "We will," I promised, stroking and then holding him.  Javier opened his
mouth wide, letting my tongue slide into his mouth, then pumped his hips to
rub his hard straining boy rod on my thigh.

   "Nice?" I asked when are lips parted and he nodded, tugging at me.  "Do
it more, Joe!"

   "We will." Untangling myself I rolled the boy onto his back and he
immediately drew up his legs.

   "Did it hurt?"

   Javier shook his head, "Uh-uh."

   I knew this was a lie and when I spread his thighs the dark bruising was
obvious around his opening.  The boy flinched when I touched him there, but
after biting his lip he tried to spread his knees further apart, begging,
"Put it in, Joe.  Do it more!"

   After a caress, patting him on his side, I leaned over to whisper, "I
promise we will.  But not right now.  First you have to rest and so do I.
Guess what?  I have something for you."

   Javier's eyes opened wide.  He wiggled, trying to straighten his legs,
but I held them in place, keeping his knees apart while reaching for a tube
of medicated ointment.  "What is it, Joe?" He kept asking as I spread
greasy medication over his bruised opening.

   "Hold still.  You'll see."

   The moment I let him go the slim boy sat up, grimacing a little, but
eager to see what I was getting from the pocket of my shorts.  When I drew
out a gold ankle chain his face lit up.  He offered his left foot, leaning
over to watch as the tiny links were fastened, and then reaching to touch
them with a finger.

   "I've got something for your ear, too," I said, stroking him.  "You want
a hoop or a stud?"

   "A stud!"

   The coy look Javier gave me when he said this made me smile.  "Nice
choice.  Tomorrow I get you one of those gold neck chains, too.  Like Scott
and Rabbit have..."

   But the boy was shaking his head.  He straightened up, slid a hand
across his slim chest and demanded, "I wanna' get like gold nipple
piercings."

   I grinned at him.  "Oh, you do, huh?"

   "Uh-huh!  An' I want one here..." A finger went to the tip of his
tongue, "An' here..." He pointed to his belly button.  Then, with an ardent
glance at me from under his eyebrows, Javier touched the head of his still
erect boy pole.  "An' here, Joe!  I want one here!"

   When I leaned forward to give him an affectionate caress, Javier threw
himself against me, offering his mouth.  We exchanged a long deep wet kiss
and after our lips parted Javier stared up at me in open longing.

   "So where did you get all these ideas from?" I asked, sliding a palm
back and forth on his warm silky flank.

   "From like MTV.  I seen it there." Javier's tongue darted out for a
moment to lick at the corner of his mouth.  He squirmed a little, then put
a small hand on my upper arm, tracing the swell of muscle with his
fingertips.  "I wanna like make my hair all like yellow, too, Joe.  Like
they do on the videos..."

   "You got this all figured out, haven't you."

   "Uh-huh." The boy nodded vigorously, tugged at my arm, and gave me an
imploring look.  "Pleeeease..."

   "Anything you want, Sport.  Shall we do it now?"

   "Yeah!"

   In the bathroom I sorted out the necessary supplies for hair bleaching
and dyeing.  Javier knelt on the floor, leaning with his head over the edge
of the tub while I applied bleach to his helmet of straight dark hair.

   "You need to give it some time to work," I explained when he expressed
disappointment at not seeing instant results.  "You'll see it start to work
in a few hours.  Then we'll do it again.  It'll be okay.  You'll see."

   Do these now, Joe," the boy pleaded, touching his nipples.

   "After dinner," I said, "First you got laser practice I don't want you
rolling around on the floor with open cuts."

   In the big bedroom Scott and Rabbit were stretched on the bed playing a
videogame but their heads turned when we came back in.  Scott was closest
and I could tell by his expression that he noticed Javier's ankle chain
right away.  The blonde boy nudged Rabbit, whispering something that made
them both laugh.

   "Target practice," I announced.  "Get the laser guns."

   For more than an hour the boys took turns shooting at a vest hung in the
stationary target frame, firing from various positions, finishing the
session with turn-and-fire or dive-roll-fire drills.  After some practice,
and familiarization with his weapon, Javier held his own against the other
two, but in the final drills, particularly the dive-and-roll, it was
obvious from his movements that he was sore in the rear.  There was no
hiding this from Rabbit, or Scott, and the blonde boy giggled several times
when he saw how Javier avoided certain positions.  Rabbit said nothing, but
his eyes kept flicking from the Hispanic boy to me and I was careful to
give him extra praise and reassurance.

   We ate a quick supper up in the kitchen where Javier's restless
squirming on his stool also drew knowing glances from the other two.  Then
all three stripped off their shorts, donned vests and after dimming the
lights in the basement I turned them loose with the laser pistols.

   It was a boisterous session.  Because his sore butt made it harder for
him to move fast, Javier might have caught the worst of it, but he was
saved by Scott's usual antics of deliberately exposing himself so he could
get shot as often as possible and pretend to 'die' in as many spectacular
ways as he could invent.  For more than two hours the boys chased through
the darkened rooms, ambushing each other, their young half naked bodies
jerking to electric shocks; 'Zap!  Zap!' sounds and the flashing of vest
LEDs signaling hits.

   I had set their electronics for 30 lives at the start, and Scott was the
first to use his up.  When the LEDs of his vest started blinking on and off
without stopping, the blonde boy staggered, his beautifully sculpted body
quivering to a few final shocks.  With a gurgling cry of simulated agony,
he fell back against the weight bench, struggled to catch himself and then
sprawled across it, limbs twitching.  Moments later he was still, head
turned to one side, eyes staring.

   "Okay, that's it," I told the other two boys, holding up a hand.

   "Aw, c'mon, Joe," Rabbit pleaded.  "We still got lives left."

   "No, that's enough." With a smile, I ruffled his hair.  "You guys have a
big day comin' up tomorrow.  It's time to finish." I handed Rabbit one of
the theatrical knives.  "Show me how you do it."

   Leaning over Scott I unzipped the front of his vest, spread it to expose
the boy's upper body and then took hold of his arms, pulling them back
behind his head.  In the dim light the smooth skin of Scott's chest lay
stretched out, the beat of his heart showing as a tiny rhythmic bulging
beneath the ribs under his left nipple.  As Javier leaned close to watch,
Rabbit placed a fingertip on the pulse to feel it, placed the tip of his
knife blade on the spot, and with a smooth thrust of his fist pretended to
drive it home.  The spring-loaded blade slid into the handle.  Scott
quivered, gave two gurgling moans, "Ah...  Agghhhh..." Then after a jerk or
two of his legs he expelled air from his lungs and lay in simulated death
with his mouth half open and a blank stare.

   "Can we like use him for target practice?" Rabbit asked with a hopeful
look up at me.

   The thong at the bottom of Scott's vest was tented outward by a stiff
boner and I rubbed through the thin cloth.  "No, you guys are gonna be
nailing each other plenty tomorrow when we paintball in the maze.  Save it
for then." A few tickling passes brought Scott back to 'life', making him
squirm and giggle.  After helping him up to a sitting position I beckoned
to Javier and put an arm around the Hispanic boy's shoulders.

   "Right now we gotta' do something I promised for this guy."

   Javier looked up at me, eyes gleaming in the subdued light.  "Now, Joe?"

   "Yeah.  Now."

   With the other two following I led the boy into the big bedroom where
all three took off their vests.  Then, after I had collected body piercing
supplies from the bathroom, I had Javier stretch out on the bed.  The naked
boy had an erection.  As Scott and Rabbit gathered close to watch, their
nude bodies gleaming under the overhead light, I saw that Rabbit's thick
little boner was jutting out hard and straight too.

   "Here," I told Scott, handing him a wad of tissue paper.  "Don't let any
blood get on the sheets."

   Like the other two boys, Javier took his ear piercing without a murmur,
only grimacing a little when I pushed the needle through the fleshy lobe.
Scott dabbed at the steady trickle of blood while I inserted the gold stud.
Then both he and Rabbit looked at me in surprise when, after applying
antibiotic ointment to the piercing, I laid out more gold studs and began
to wipe Javier's tiny nipples with an alcohol swab.

   "What's that for, Joe?" Scott leaned in closer to watch.

   "You'll see.  Go grab more tissue."

   The boy scampered into the bathroom while, at a gesture from me, Javier
stretched his slender arms back behind his head.  "Ready?" I asked and the
Hispanic boy bit his lower lip, nodding.

   This time, when I inserted the needle, there was a little moan as well
as grimacing.  Javier's feet twisted, but the boy kept his upper body still
as a stud was inserted into the opening I made in his skin.  Scott and
Rabbit watched in fascination as I placed another stud on the other side of
Javier's slight chest, coated both piercings with ointment and then applied
an alcohol wipe to his belly button.

   "Geez!" I heard Rabbit whisper beside me.

   "You ain't seen nothin' yet," I told him.

   Javier was quivering with the effort of holding still by the time I
finished placing the stud in his belly button.  I patted his side, then
helped him raise his head so he could look down and admire himself.

   "You're doin' great, Sport.  Sure you want me to put those last two
where you said?" I held up the remaining studs where he could see them.

   The boy's eyes went to mine and he nodded.  "Uh-huh!"

   "You got it."

   Scott made another run to the bathroom for more tissue paper and I
motioned for Javier to spread his slim legs so I could put a wad beneath
his tight little nut sac.  Then I showed Rabbit how I wanted the boy's
knees held apart.  "Don't let him move," I cautioned.

   Rabbit leaned in, eyes gleaming, to take hold of Javier.  The lanky
boy's jutting boner was quivering in rigidity.  Beside me Scott had become
hard as well.  He pressed close to me as I wiped the tip of Javier's now
flaccid tube with alcohol.

   "He gettin' one in the dink?" Scott asked.  When I nodded his eyes
widened.  "Wicked!"

   My needle's stab into the fold of skin at the slit made the Hispanic
boy's narrow hips gave an involuntary jerk.  Scott held him in place with
Javier grimacing, biting his lip as I inserted the stud and then smeared on
ointment.  After a caressing stroke on the side of Javier's lovely butt I
smiled at him, "You're being very brave.  I'm proud of you.  This last
one's gonna be the toughest, but I'll make it quick, okay?  If you need to
make noise, you go right ahead.  I'll understand." With another reassuring
rub of my hand on the boy's pretty little shoulder I said, "I'm proud of
you, Sport."

   Javier's eyes glistened and he gave me a coy look, extending the tip of
his tongue through his lips.  I caressed him again, then told Rabbit to
bring me a washcloth from the bathroom.

   "He gettin' another one?" Scott asked, turning to me in amazement.

   "Yup, one more."

   "Geez!"

   After Rabbit procured the cloth I instructed him to hold Javier's head
steady while Scott leaned in to immobilize the slender boy's upper body. 
Then, using the cloth to hold the tip of his tongue, I drew it from
Javier's mouth.  The boy grimaced, delicate features twisting in pain when
I stabbed through the tough muscle.  My fingers manipulated the needle to
enlarge the opening.  Working quickly I inserted the last stud, taking care
to ensure that both protruding ends were locked in place, watched to be
sure there was no excessive bleeding, and then allowed Javier to close his
mouth.  Tears were trickling from the boy's eyes, but after he had moved
his tongue around, experiencing the strange sensation of a metal spike
behind his teeth, he smiled up at me and I patted his cheek.

   "Now you're all set, Stud."

   Both Rabbit and Scott released him, and the boy would have tried to get
up off the bed if I had not put out a restraining hand.  "Not yet".  Take a
rest for a while."

   From the bathroom I got Tylenol for the boy, gave him a couple of
tablets with some water and then sat with him while we watched Scott and
Rabbit finish up their videogame.  By that time all three of my boys were
yawning with fatigue.  With a final pat of Javier's slim glossy side I got
off the bed, picked up Scott, tickling to make him laugh, and tossed the
squirming naked boy over my shoulder.  Rabbit scrambled off the bed to
stand beside me so I could draw him close and stroke the curve of his silky
shoulder.

   "Keep an eye on him tonight," I said, pointing at Javier.  "If he has a
lot of pain, or doesn't feel good, I want you to come get me.  Can I depend
on you to do that?"

   "Yeah." Rabbit gave me a solemn nod and I leaned down to whisper in his
ear.  "You're the best, Sport.  I know I can always count on you."

   My lanky fighter's eyes glittered with pride as he looked up at me.  I
patted his shoulder again, then with another tickle of Scott's firm little
butt, I carried the giggling squirming boy upstairs.

   Much later, lying next to me on the bed, stretched out in a daze of
satiated contentment after allowing me to take him in all the ways that he
liked, Scott stirred and took hold of my hand.  I was stroking the glossy
smooth warmth of his hip and thigh, but he dragged my fingers up until they
brushed over the tiny hard points of his little nipples.

   "How come that kid like gets all that stuff, Joe?"

   I leaned over him, breathing in the scent of coconut from his heated
flesh.  Then touched the gold chain circling his neck.  "He got it `cause
it was what he asked for.  Are you jealous?"

   With a muffled little noise like a suppressed a giggle, Scott reached
again for my hand, pulling it back down onto his chest.  "Studs are like,
cool..."

   "Uh-huh.  Does that mean you want some?"

   There was another soft little giggle and then Scott wiggled against my
side.  "Yeah."

   Outside in the night sky clouds chased across the moon, silvery light
spilling through the gaps into our backyard.  In the faint glow from the
window, Scott's beautifully sculpted young body was a shadowy etching in
white and black.  The idea of marring its perfection with piercings seemed
no less a desecration than taking a hammer to a precious work of art.  I
caressed his lovely warm smoothness, circling my palm on the slick
stretched skin of chest and shoulders.  The boy's body was his own, and he
had given himself to me freely, without reservation.  I could not be so
selfish as to deny him what was in my power to give.

   "When you play for real," I told him.  "If your shot takes the kid down,
then you get his studs.  But it has to be your shot and you have to finish
him like we practiced."

   "Uh-huh." Scott nodded, and in the moon's glow I could see the faint
gleam of his eyes staring up at me.  My fingertips pushed into the dimple
of his belly button, making the boy giggle.

   "Just don't get careless," I said, leaning over him.  "If he gets you,
he gets your stuff.  That's only fair."

   "Uh-huh." Scott nodded once more, then reached to take hold of my hand.
"But you gotta do me, Joe.  Not the other kid."

   "You've got my promise on that," I assured him.  "I won't let him."

   The boy rolled toward me, sliding his hand down into my groin to rub and
squeeze, lifting my flaccid rod into semi rigidity.

   "Do it more," Scott pleaded, writhing, thrusting his stiff boner against
me.

   "Yeah," I whispered.  I took his silky perfection into my arms and Scott
rolled onto his back with me on top.  As my throbbing member hardened into
full erection the boy pulled his knees up, tugging them to his chest,
groaning in ecstasy as my blunt tip entered him.

   ------------------- End of Chapter Eight -------------------