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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 9

   In the morning Javier's dark straight hair had become much lighter and
with Scott and Rabbit looking on, we did another bleach application.  The
contrast between the boy's lightened hair and dark eyebrows gave his
delicate features an exotic, dramatic appearance.  After we had all trooped
up to the kitchen Javier stood admiring himself in the glass of the
microwave door while I prepared breakfast.  When he finally got up on a
stool to eat I noticed that he sat to one side, keeping his weight on one
butt cheek, and next to him Rabbit kept giving him sly glances.

   Javier's new body piercings were red and sore so I gave them a fresh
coating of antibiotic ointment before starting the boys on their workout.
Despite everything, Javier remembered what he had been taught the day
before, pushed himself to keep up the pace, and only faltered at the end
during wrestling practice because his piercings were tender.

   "Take it easy on him," I cautioned.  The boys were tangled together in a
pile on the mats, all three with rigid boners, and Rabbit was holding
Javier around the waist, humping him.  They both giggled.

   "Geez, Hot Shot!" I complained.  "How's he ever gonna heal up if you
don't leave him alone?" But this only made them laugh harder, particularly
as Scott began tickling.

   After lunch the boys donned blue jeans and denim jackets, brought
plastic goggles and their paint guns with them, and we drove in the van
over to the Industrial Park.

   "This is gonna be like totally rad, Joe," Rabbit told me.  The lanky boy
had seemed in a particularly good mood all day and now he was leaning
forward in the passenger seat beside me, eyes glittering as he fondled his
paint gun.

   The other two boys were excited as well and they crouched behind us,
peering over our shoulders.  All three wanted to scramble out as soon as
the van stopped by the side door to the warehouse, but I stopped them and
got out first, checking to be sure no one observed while I unlocked the
door and then herded the boys inside.

   Rabbit led the way around the narrow space bordering the maze, stopping
at the barred gate, waiting impatiently while I stacked the canisters of
spare ammo.  He wanted to go inside the moment I unlocked the entrance but
I held him back and gathered the excited boy's around me.

   "It's not for real today," I told them, handing each one a theatrical
knife, "But the cameras will be on an' I wanna make it look as real as
possible.  That way you can all see what you look like later."

   "Yeah!" Scott was grinning as he glanced around at the others.  Beside
me Javier looked up, dark eyes gleaming.

   "What are the rules, Joe?" Rabbit asked.  I could feel the lanky boy
trembling with eagerness when I put a hand on his shoulder.

   "Free-for-all," I told him.  "And this is a test, so you don't have to
come out if you're hit.  But you do have to pretend to die or be wounded.
Same thing if you get knifed, right?"

   All three boys nodded.

   "There's plenty of ammo here." I waved a hand at the stacked up cans. 
"When you run low, fight your way back to the door here for a refill. 
Everybody ready?"

   "Yeah...  Uh-huh!" The boys pulled on their goggles.

   "Okay.  I'm gonna send you each to a corner.  Wait there and don't start
until you hear me yell, 'Fight!' Rabbit, you first.  Head for the back
left..."

   I pointed and the lanky boy scampered away.  Scott nodded when I pointed
to the back right and trotted off as well.  Then, once the blonde boy had
disappeared into the dim forest of gray pillars, I gave Javier's slim
shoulders a hug.  The Hispanic boy lifted his face to mine for a deep kiss.

   "You sure you're not too sore for this?" I asked once our lips parted.

   He nodded, staring up at me with his liquid dark eyes.  "It's okay.  I
can do it."

   "Don't try to do too well.  I don't want them to know how good you are.
When we do it for real, let it be a surprise."

   The boy giggled.  "Uh-huh." We exchanged a conspiratorial look.

   After another kiss I told the boy to take a position just inside the
door, locked it behind him, then climbed the wooden steps to the
observation platform above the maze.  From there I could look across the
entire space and see both Scott and Rabbit standing in their corners.  Only
their figures could be made out in the subdued lighting, but on the
monitors mounted along the railing of the platform each boy showed up
clearly.  I leaned forward, took a breath and then called out, "Fight!"

   With all his usual eagerness, the same way he played laser tag, Scott
dashed into the maze, bare feet making a soft slap-slap on the smooth
concrete, the noise barely audible up on the platform where I watched. 
Javier, too, started off between the columns, but he went at a silent
tiptoeing trot, his paint gun held out ready in front of him.

   Only Rabbit remained still, head cocked, listening.  And then as if
following some plan that he had made, he slipped away down the side of the
maze, flitting from column to column.  I suspected that he was maneuvering
to stay abreast of Scott's footsteps, but if so he was cautious, remaining
undercover, so that it was Javier and Scott who first caught sight of each
other near the center of the column filled space.

   I saw Javier freeze as he caught the noise of Scott's hurried pace.  The
bleached head of the Hispanic boy turned.  He dropped into a crouch, and
might have had the first hit of the game when Scott came out two pillars
away from him.  But either from excitement or perhaps because he was
mindful of my last-minute instructions, Javier's shot went wide.

   At the sudden 'thunk' of a pallet on the plywood behind him Scott dove,
rolled and located his opponent all in one flash of movement.  His
lightning reflexes were always his greatest asset and the accuracy of his
return fire astonished me.  The 'snick-snack' of his paint gun was
instantaneous with the 'splat' of pellets hitting their target.  Yellow
spots of paint blossomed on Javier's jacket.  Throwing up his hands in the
dramatic way he had learned from the other boys, Javier arched in simulated
agony.  He fell back, sprawling onto the floor, legs kicking weakly.  Scott
ran over to him, knelt down, and pretended to finish him off by plunging
the fake blade of the theatrical dagger into his chest.  Javier thrashed
twice, then lay still as if dead, mouth half open and eyes staring, while
Scott scampered away.

   He disappeared just in time.  The mechanical clacking of paint guns and
the smack of pellets had drawn Rabbit to the fighting.  He arrived only a
fraction of a second too late to catch Scott.  Shuffling forward in a half
crouch, gun at the ready, Rabbit glanced at Javier's sprawled body, then
followed the scuffle of Scott's retreating bare feet.  The moment both boys
were out of sight, Javier scrambled to his feet and went off in a different
direction, resurrecting himself back into the fight.

   The next boy to 'die' was Scott who, once he was chased into a corner by
Rabbit, could not resist the temptation of letting himself be 'killed' in a
spectacular way.  His lovely compact body jerked as he was hit by Rabbit's
red paint pellets.  Staggering back against the wall, he fell to his knees,
jerked as he was hit in the chest again, and then toppled back sprawling
onto the concrete, lower legs twitching.  When Rabbit finished him off with
a plunge of the fake dagger into his chest Scott arched up, shuddering,
before collapsing in simulated 'death'.

   After that it was Javier's turn again.  He and Rabbit exchanged a volley
after stalking each other along the right-hand side of the maze and the
Hispanic boy fell back against a pillar with more of Rabbit's red paint
blotches on his jacket.  Another one blossomed as he slid to the floor,
twisting and writhing until a knife stroke from the lanky boy 'killed' him.
Then a moment later, Rabbit was ambushed by Scott whose yellow paint
pellets caught Rabbit in the stomach as he came out from behind a pillar
into the blonde boy's line of fire.

   Pretending to be mortally wounded, Rabbit staggered, clutching his
belly, and tried to bring his gun up for a return shot as two more yellow
splotches appeared on his chest and side.  Gasping, Rabbit went to his
knees, toppled, then lay still while Scott dashed over to finish him off
with a simulated knife stroke.  By then Javier was back up and Scott barely
avoided being a sitting target for him.  As he dodged away toward the far
left corner of the maze, the Hispanic boy in pursuit, Rabbit got to his
feet and went in a slow stalk after them.

   Up above on the platform I watched the action with a smile.  All the
camera angles looked good, the electronics were working without a hitch and
the maze itself seemed just the right size.  There was room to spare for a
three opponent fight and even if the number of participants went to five or
six it seemed to me the space would be adequate.  I grinned in
anticipation. A gang fight of that number would supply plenty of close
action for the cameras and I wondered if it would even be possible to
collect that many boys at one time without running a fantastic risk.

   "Probably not," I murmured to myself.  "But it would be something to try
it!"

   At the rate they were going, trading volleys and trying to outdo each
other by 'dying' at every opportunity, I was sure the boys would be running
out of ammo soon.  I descended to floor level and followed the action on
one of the monitors mounted by the door until Scott appeared from among the
pillars, panting, face flushed, holding up his gun to me in desperate
appeal.

   "I gotta reload, Joe!"

   An instant later Rabbit emerged ready to let loose with a volley but
stopped when he saw me.

   "Bring your gun over," I said, beckoning.  "I'm gonna reload everybody."
Then, raising my voice, I called out, "Javier!  Come to the door.  I'm
reloading all the guns."

   There was a scampering noise and the Hispanic boy emerged, face glowing,
bleached hair damp with sweat, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement.  He
approached, looking up at me.  On his gun the ammo reservoir was only half
empty and I was sure it was because he was following my instructions not to
appear too good at shooting.  I topped off the hopper with the green
pellets he was using, then opened cans of reds and yellows for the other
boys.

   "It's like wicked hot with all this stuff on," Scott complained when I
took his gun to fill it.  He had already unbuttoned his denim jacket
revealing the glistening sight of his perfectly sculpted torso.  Now he
began struggling to get out of the damp garment entirely.

   "Hold up, sport." I put a hand out to restrain him.

   "Aw, c'mon Joe!  You promised we like didn't have to wear all this junk
when it was just us!" There was a look of injured appeal in the blonde
boy's face as he gazed up at me.

   "Yeah, c'mon Joe!" Rabbit added his support and began unbuttoning his
jacket as well.

   "Okay, okay.  You're right.  I did promise that.  Everybody strip!"

   Giggling, the boys looked at each other, their faces lit by mischievous
smiles.  Then all three went to work, tugging off their sweat soaked denims
while I finished reloading the pistols.

   "You guys have to wear at least some protection," I told them.  "If you
don't, you're all gonna end up as a mass of welts!"

   "No, Joe!  I wanna' do it all bare!" Scott pleaded.  The blonde boy,
naked except for the goggles pushed up onto his forehead, was looking down,
admiring himself, the smooth skin of his beautiful young body glowing as if
oiled.  From his groin the hard thick shaft of his rigid boner jutted
outward and he touched himself there, rubbing the slick little rod, then
lifted his head to give me a coy smile.

   Both other boys were hard as well, their silky bodies oily with sweat
like Scott's.  The gold stud at the tip of Javier's rigid boner flashed as
the boy's thudding heartbeat made the shaft quiver.

   "When you guys play for real I'll let you do it naked," I told them. 
"But this is practice.  You have to use at least some protection.  Hand me
that jacket, Scott."

   The three naked boys gathered close around me, watching as I held up
Scott's paint splattered jacket.  Using the same knife I had brought to
open ammo cans, I cut off both sleeves.

   "Try that," I ordered, handing it back to Scott.  He made a face, but
slipped the thing on and I bent to pick up his pants.

   "I don't want any of you getting shot in the balls," I told him, cutting
into the heavy cloth with a knife.  "You got to have some covering there."

   Grinning, the boys watched as I ripped off the pant legs, turning the
pair of jeans into a denim brief.  With some reluctance Scott pulled it on,
making a face as he looked down at it.  He started to whine, "C'mon,
Joe..."

   "Nope." Leaning over I drew the open edges of his jacket together.  "I
want this buttoned up, too.  This is practice.  I don't want you guys
ruined for the cameras!  We got videos to make and nobody's gonna pay to
see boys with little red spots all over `em!"

   This brought another round of giggles.  Javier and Rabbit held their
denims out so I could modify them with the knife and minutes later all
three were outfitted in the skimpier costumes, eager to resume play.

   "Goggles on," I ordered.  While the boys adjusted their eye protection I
positioned Javier so that he faced left, Scott to the center and Rabbit off
to the right.  "Okay," I yelled out.  "Scatter!"

   The boys ran into the maze, disappearing in the directions I had pointed
them.  Within a few moments I heard the 'snick-snack-splat' of paint guns
firing and up on the monitor I saw Javier pretend to 'die' as Rabbit dodged
behind a pillar with Scott in pursuit.

   The boys played for two more hours, taking occasional breaks to reload
and then dashing away once more to resume the game.  With their sleeveless
jackets covered in paint and more splotches dotting their bare limbs, they
continued to pursue each other, playacting spectacular deaths and vying to
get the most 'kills'.  Even though I could see they were tiring, none of
them wanted to stop when I called them to the door.

   "Geez, Joe!" Scott panted, sweat dripping off his chin, "It ain't time
to go home yet!"

   "No, it's not," I admitted, giving his sturdy bare shoulder a pat.  "But
it will be by the time you finish this last round."

   "Yeah!" Rabbit brandished his gun.  "Let's keep playin'!" He was about
to head off into the maze again, but I put out a hand to grab him.

   "Hold up, Hot Shot.  Listen to the rules first.  They're different this
time!"

   Rabbit looked up to grin at me.

   "Here it is." I gestured for the three sweaty boys to gather around me.
"Final round.  We play for a winner.  If you go down and get knifed this
time, you stay down.  Last guy standing's the winner, got it?"

   "Uh-huh!  Yeah!  Wicked!" Three pairs of shining eyes gazed up at me.

   "The two losers play dead," I continued.  "If you're the winner, you
drag their bodies to the door.  Then I'll show you what to do.  Okay--"
Staring down at them, I caressed the cheek of each boy in turn.  "You guys
remember the corners I put you in when we started?"

   "Sure...  Uh-huh..." All three nodded.

   "Okay, go to them."

   Scott and Rabbit took off while Javier remained with me and once the
other two had disappeared I leaned down to whisper, "Don't try to win.  Let
one of them get you.  Don't let them know how good you can play."

   The boy shared a conspiratorial smile with me, nodded, and then raised
his mouth to mine for a long deep kiss.  I squeezed his firm little butt,
rubbing the glossy mounds through the sweaty denim while the boy squirmed
to rub his bulging crotch against my side.  When our lips parted I patted
his rounded curve of butt once more, then climbed up to the observation
platform.  On the monitors I could see Scott and Rabbit, both leaning
forward, eager to begin.

   "Ready," I called out.  "Fight!"

   Below me Javier slipped off into the maze, moving without undue caution
just as all the boys had been doing when it had not mattered who won or
lost.  But neither Scott nor Rabbit stirred.  Both were competitive enough
to want to win, even in a practice match, and I noted with a smile that my
alteration of the rules had produced a change in their tactics.  Each one
spent time listening before creeping out of their corners and, unlike
Javier, their movements were stealthy - the slow pace of hunters stalking a
target.

   As I had planned, Javier was the first to go down.  The soft slap of his
bare feet on concrete alerted both Scott and Rabbit to his presence, but
his course between the pillars drifted to Scott's side so the blonde boy
caught sight of him first.  In a perfectly coordinated move, he crouched,
sighted and squeezed off three quick shots, hitting the graceful Hispanic
boy in chest and side.  Javier gave a soft little cry, staggered back and
dropped to his knees, returning fire, but Scott had already dodged behind a
pillar so the pellets smacked harmlessly onto plywood.  Scott rolled out
from cover, fired two more shots from a prone position, and bright splashes
of yellow bloomed on Javier's jacket over his narrow stomach.  The boy
cried out again, clutching his belly.  Toppling onto the floor, he rolled
onto his back, smooth slender legs jerking.  A split second later Scott was
bent over him, fake knife in hand.  He drove the false blade onto Javier's
chest in a quick stab, whirled and dashed into cover, knowing that Rabbit
had to be close by.

   Behind him the Hispanic boy writhed a few more times, jerked and then
after a gurgling sigh lay still, eyes staring up blankly.  There was a
flicker of movement in the space between two pillars at his left.  In the
monitor I saw Rabbit creeping forward, gun up and ready.  But Scott was
safely undercover several aisles away, circling around to his left, head
turning as he sought to pick up any telltale sound that would get a clue to
his remaining opponent's whereabouts.

   Rabbit emerged by Javier's body just long enough to determine who it
was, then retreated back into cover once more, head on a swivel as he, too,
listened for clues.  For a time the two boys drifted off into different
parts of the maze.  Then, bit by bit, their paths converged once more.

   I leaned forward, not wanting to miss any of the action.  Who would win?
Scott, the faster, more agile of the two, or Rabbit with his greater
mastery of paintball tactics?  Seconds ticked past.  My pair of players
approached each other, neither one looking in the other's direction.  Then
I saw Rabbit's head turn.  Something, perhaps a sound or perhaps just
instinct alone, had warned him.  Even so, Scott nearly took him.  The boys
moved into each other's line of sight at the same time and Scott's
reactions were so quick that an instant later he was down on one knee,
firing, all in one flash of graceful movement.

   But Rabbit already had him sighted in.  The smack of a red pellet on the
chest up near his throat caused the blonde boy to flinch and his shot
missed.  Yellow paint splattered on a pillar beyond Rabbit as another red
mark appeared in the center of Scott's jacket.  Knowing he was beaten,
Scott fell back, catching himself on one arm and then, in order to 'die' in
as spectacular way as possible he struggled to his feet, took four more of
Rabbit's hits in stomach and chest, staggered forward a few steps, and
pretended to be unable to raise his gun firing twice into the concrete
floor.  Finally, after more red pellets hit him, he sank to his knees, then
went sprawling onto the floor, rolling to his back, lying with his legs
spread and arms flung back.

   Rabbit stood motionless for a few seconds, gun aimed and ready, before
going over to stand looking down at his fallen opponent.  Kneeling, he
stabbed Scott with the fake knife and then straightened up once more.  At
his feet the blonde boy lay motionless, eyes staring up blankly.

   "Good shooting, Hot Shot," I called from the platform.  "Now drag them
to the door."

   Unable to see me in the darkness under the roof Rabbit turned in the
direction of my voice, grinned and offered a little salute with his gun. 
Then, tucking the gun into an armpit, he reached down, grabbed Scott's bare
ankles and began to drag the blonde boy's body toward the entrance.  I went
down to meet him.

   "Nice," I said when he emerged, backing out from between the pillars,
pulling Scott's limp form over the concrete.  The blonde boy's head lolled
in pretended death, arms stretched behind, and there was a faint rasping
clatter from the gun in his hand sliding on the floor.

   While I had been waiting I had opened the door and brought in a narrow
wooden bench the contractor had left for me, placing it in the open space.

   "Over here," I told Rabbit.  The lanky boy dragged Scott across to the
bench, and after I had collected the guns, putting them aside, I lifted
Scott's shoulders and with Rabbit's help stretched the blond boy out face
up on the bench with his smooth perfectly formed legs sprawled to either
side and arms dangling.

   "Go get the other one," I told Rabbit, who was looking at me, eyes
flashing with the pride of his triumph.

   As soon as he turned back into the maze I leaned over Scott, unfastened
his denim brief and stripped it off to bear the lovely form of the boy's
slim glossy hips.  Up from his groin jutted the rigid little boner, its
slickness glinting in the dim light.  Working fast I kicked off my Nikes,
stepped out of my shorts and then unbuttoned Scott's jacket to reveal the
full-length perfection of his compact body.  The boy drew his legs up for
me, stretching his silky thighs apart and then grabbed his knees so he
could bear down as I entered him in one quick thrust.  Grimacing, Scott
clutched at my shoulders, squirming beneath me, the movement of my blunt
tip deep within his loins making his hard young body writhe in the throes
of passion.

   "This is how will be if they ever get you for real," I told him,
bringing my fist down against his left breast as if driving home a knife
blade.

   "Ahhh...  Ahhhh...  Do it...  Do it, Joe!" The boy pleaded.  His legs
tightened around me in a desperate attempt to pull me in even farther.

   "Not a chance," I whispered.  "This is just practice.  You still have
lots of fights to win for me first."

   With a twisting movement of my own I ground my hips against the boy's
stretched ass and Scott squirmed, moaning in frenzy, "Ohhh...  Uhhhhhh...
Fuck me...  Fuck me...  Fuck me, Joe..."

   His sturdy little body heaved up against mine, every muscle rigid in
tension.  Then he was jerking, breaths coming in quick little gasps, "Ah...
Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Ah..."

   I felt a quick buildup of pressure behind my groin that I held back for
a moment by an arching squeeze before it broke through in spurting release.
I shot once, twice, a third time and then Scott was tugging at me begging,
"More...  More, Joe..." But I could hear the sliding of a body on concrete
and knew Rabbit was approaching.  Withdrawing from the quivering boy, I
grabbed my shorts, tugging them back on just as Rabbit backed into the
space dragging Javier's body by the ankles.

   The slim Hispanic boy was playing dead just as Scott had, keeping his
mouth half open, staring blankly and letting his arms slide limply behind
his head.  On the bench next to me Scott had also reassumed a lifeless
pose, blond head turned to one side, his arms dangling and perfectly formed
legs sprawled to either side.  With his unbuttoned jacket hanging open the
boy's body was fully revealed, the smooth definition of muscular form
sculpted in light and shadow by the subdued diffuse illumination.

   "This is what we'll do with the kids you've already finished," I told
Rabbit.  The lanky boy stood, holding Javier's ankles while watching me
take a leather strap from the pocket of my shorts, tie Scott's dainty feet
together, and then use the strap as a handle to lift the unresisting boy.
Carrying him upside down, head and arms dangling, I went the few steps to
the door, slipped the strap over a hook mounted up on the wall and left the
body suspended by the ankles, outstretched fingers several feet above the
floor.  Scott's open jacket dangled loosely and I stripped it off him
leaving the boy naked except for his gold neck chain and anklet.  He
remained motionless, tongue protruding from an open mouth, and might have
passed for dead except that his thick little boner was jutting out in stiff
rigidity, the tip jumping with every beat of his heart.

   "Awesome," I heard Rabbit breath.  When I turned to look at him the
lanky boy gave me a fierce grin.

   Together we lifted Javier onto the bench, arranging him face up as we
had done with Scott.  Then I stripped him of his denim briefs and jacket,
leaving the boy's slim graceful body naked, the gold of his studs a dull
gleam in the nipples, belly button and at the tip of his jutting quivering
boner.

   "Now you finish him," I told Rabbit.  After positioning my wiry fighter
so he was straddling Javier, the slick skin of their hard shafts touching
each other, I pulled the Hispanic boy's arms back behind his head.  As the
glossy delicate skin stretched over the ribs Rabbit pointed to a spot
beneath the left nipple where Javier's heartbeat was revealed by a rhythmic
bulging.

   "Right there," I told him, nodding.  My wiry fighter leaned forward,
placed the tip of his fake blade on the swell of beating heart, hesitated a
moment, and then pretended to plunge it in, driving the fake blade up into
its spring loaded handle.

   At the sudden movement Javier jerked in simulated shock, arching against
Rabbit's thrust, his slender thighs straining apart.  He held the dramatic
pose for an instant, mouth open wide in a simulated scream of agony, then
with a long gurgling sigh sank back limp and motionless onto the bench.  He
lay with his head lolling to the side, eyes half open, staring in
make-believe death.

   "Perfect," I told both of them, releasing Javier's arms.  The graceful
lad maintained his pose of lifelessness, but the long slim boner straining
upward from his groin become so rigid I could see it jump with his
heartbeat.  At its tip there was a twinkle of moistness in addition to the
sparkle of gold.

   Rabbit looked at me with a fierce expression of triumph and I nodded. 
"You're the winner," I told him.  "You wanna fuck him?"

   With a nod the lanky boy began pulling off his denim briefs, revealing
his own jutting hardness.  Rabbit's was as thick but not as long as the
graceful Hispanic boy's.  While he stripped I drew up Javier's legs,
pulling the knees back to either side of his slim chest.  With his pretty
ass stretched open, the bruising marks of my entry were visible around his
little opening, but if there was any discomfort Javier did not reveal it.
He remained limp and unresisting as Rabbit bent over him.  Positioning the
tip of his stiff boy rod on the dimple of Javier's ass, Rabbit thrust with
his hips and for a few seconds the Hispanic boy continued a pretense of
death as Rabbit's boner sank into him.  But when he felt the smooth warmth
of the lanky boy's groin pressed against his stretched ass he gave a moan
of passion and squirmed to feel Rabbits thick little shaft move within him.
Locking his slim legs around Rabbit's taut waist, he tugged at the wiry boy
to pull him closer, groaning and writhing in pleasure as Rabbit's lean hips
began to pump.

   By the door Scott still hung upside down, dangling lifelessly, his small
perfectly formed body stretched smooth and inviting in the subdued light. I
unhooked him and laid him out on the floor, careful to protect his head
from bumping.  "You did that perfect, Sport," I told him while untangling
the leather strap from around his ankles.  The boy giggled and lifted to
watch me massage his dainty feet, restoring circulation.

   "I coulda hung for longer, Joe.  That was wicked!"

   I nodded, continuing to rub.  "Yeah, but too much gives you a headache."

   Once I could see all his toes were warm I helped the boy to his feet and
together we watched Rabbit and Javier squirm in union on the bench.  The
slender glossy bodies of both boys glowed in the dim illumination as they
writhed, arms entwined about each other, lips pressed to lips.  They began
to move faster, Javier lifting himself to meet Rabbit's pounding thrusts
and Scott turned to hug me, sliding his silky skin on mine.  The boy was
rigidly hard and I could feel his stiff boner rubbing on my thigh.

   "Fuck me, Joe," he pleaded, looking up in appeal.  "Do me, right now!"

   "Okay," I whispered, stroking him.

   Watching the other two boys had made me hard again and I turned Scott so
he was leaning forward, supporting himself against the wall.  Then I
unzipped, slipped my re-stiffened shaft out of my fly, spit on it for
lubrication, and slid the blunt head between Scott's firm little butt
cheeks.  The boy spread his legs, bearing down to open himself while I
guided my tip into his opening.  Then with a firm thrust I entered him,
pushing into his hot moist sweetness until the curve of his butt was locked
against my groin.

   The sturdy young boy quivered in ecstasy, letting out a long groan of
pleasure.  My arm encircled his taut little waist to steady him while my
other hand gripped his hard stiffy and began to rub.  The boy arched his
lovely body, head pulling back, pulsing contractions rippling through him.
His rigid boner began to jerk.  "Ah...  Ah...  Uh...  Uhhhh..." Writhing
and bucking, Scott gasped in pleasure.  Droplets of slippery warmth rolled
over my stroking fingers.  I continued to pump his hard little rod,
bringing the boy into his immature release twice more before his quivering
squirming movements triggered my own and I shot off into him.

   When I withdrew Scott sagged limp in my arms, then when I turned him
around he hugged against me, arms wrapping around my chest.

   "Nice?" I whispered.  He nodded.  With his body pressed to mine I could
feel his heart pounding.  Once he was able to stand we looked over to where
Rabbit still lay on top of Javier, both boys exchanging a long deep kiss
while they writhed slowly.

   I went over and tapped Rabbit's shoulder.  "Time to go, Hot Shot.  You
guys need to get cleaned up."

   With reluctance my lanky fighter broke the kiss and disentangled himself
from Javier's embrace.  There was a soft sucking noise as his still erect
boy stick withdrew from the Hispanic boy's tight hole, and when Rabbit
stood up Javier resumed his pose of lifelessness, allowing his head to loll
back, slim thighs sagging apart.

   "Come on and help me get our stuff into the van," I told the boys,
waving at the clothes, guns and cans of extra ammo stacked around on the
floor, but with a giggle Scott went over to Javier, draped himself over the
boy's limp body and collapsed into a deathlike sprawl, arms and legs
dangling.  "We're supposed to be dead, Joe.  We can't carry anything.  You
gotta carry us."

   "Uh-huh." I picked up my little blonde fighter, tickling him until he
squealed, and tossed his wiggling nude form over my shoulder.  The boy's
dainty feet kicked in pleasure as I inserted a finger into his butt hole,
pressed it on his tiny nub, and rubbed.  "Try playing dead now, Sport," I
growled.  Scott giggled, trying to spread his legs while I held him firmly
in place.  "Get the doors for me," I told Rabbit who was grinning up at us.

   After grabbing several ammo cans with my free hand I followed the lanky
boy out to the side entrance where, after checking to be sure no one was in
sight, I deposited the supplies and a naked Scott into the back of the van.
The blonde boy eyed me with mischievous glee and then sprawled out on the
Ensolite padding, once again pretending to be dead.

   "You did great today, Sport," I whispered, brushing my fingertips over
his silky smoothness.

   Back inside Javier still lay motionless on the bench, slim graceful body
stretched out in pretend death, gold studs glistening in his ear, chest,
belly and at the tip of his quivering erection.  I gathered the unresisting
boy into my arms, arranged him over my shoulder, head and arms dangling
against my back.  Then, as I had with Scott, I stuffed a finger into his
tight little ass so the tip pressed against the boy's nub.  He quivered,
squirming a little in pleasure as I carried him to the van.

   "You did everything perfect today," I assured him, speaking the words
softly into his ear as Rabbit slid open the panel door for me.  I left him
stretched out next to Scott, both boys pretending to be dead, while Rabbit
and I went back for the rest of our gear.

   As the lanky boy gathered up the guns, unclipping and removing ammo, I
unloaded all the cassettes from the recording equipment.

   "There's gonna be a lot of good scenes here, I bet."

   Rabbit's eyes were glistening in the dim light.  "Can we like see it
today, Joe?"

   "Yeah.  We'll take a few looks at it before you go to bed."

   "Awesome!"

   Reaching out I stroked the boy's thick dark hair.  "You like being a
winner?"

   "Uh-huh!"

   "I like it, too, Hot Shot.  I think you're the greatest kid in the
world!"

   Rabbit stared up at me with an expression of fierce pride.  Carrying the
remaining gear, he followed me to the side door where I turned off the
lights.  A final cautious check confirmed there was still no one about.  I
helped my lanky fighter into the back of the van, then circled around to
climb into the driver's seat.

   "Well, I'd say that was a successful test," I remarked as we drove out
the service road toward the highway.  "You guys sure did a number on that
fresh paint job!  There's blotches all over those nice gray pillars."

   A chorus of giggles was all I got in reply to this.  Glancing back over
my shoulder I saw that the boys were tumbling around in a sprawl of young
naked bodies.  Javier and Scott were locked in a 69 position while Rabbit
appeared to have entered the Hispanic boy from behind.  I could see the
firm mounds of the lanky boy's narrow hips, pumping in quick hard thrusts.
Javier writhed, his bleached orange blond head buried between Scott's
glossy thighs.

   For the next few minutes I concentrated on my driving while giggles,
scuffling and sucking noises came from the back.  As we neared the house I
called out, "Since Rabbit was the winner today, I guess only he should get
ice cream for dessert."

   This brought an immediate response.  There was a slurping sound and then
Scott came up for air to protest, "Nuh-uh, Joe!  That ain't fair!  Rabbit
just won the last thing.  We got him like lots of times before that!"

   All three boys scrambled up onto their knees, gathering behind my seat.
"C'mon Joe," Scott begged, grabbing my shoulder, "It can't be just Rabbit
that gets ice cream."

   "Yeah," Javier wheedled.  Tugging at my other arm, he gave me a coy
glance in the rearview mirror.  "It ain't fair."

   "What do you think, Rabbit?" I moved my head so I could see the lanky
boy in the mirror as well.  He grinned and shook his head.  "Okay, I guess
there's enough so all three of you can have some," I conceded, turning the
van into our driveway.

   Scott and Javier cheered and then jumped on Rabbit, pulling the lanky
boy down onto the soft pad so they could wrestle with him while I drove the
van into the garage.  Once the door was down I untangled the three boys,
herded them into the basement where they continued their game on the mats,
and then went upstairs to make the dinner.

   The afternoon in the maze had tired my boys a little.  Once they had
eaten I let them don vests and play laser tag for a while, but the game did
not go for as long as usual.  After an hour all three settled with me on
the bed in the big bedroom downstairs to watch tapes from their paintball
contests.  There was some clapping and cheering as they applauded each
other for spectacular 'deaths' on the screen, and then each boy watched
fascinated at the final part where, as Scott put it, "We was like tryin' to
make it just like real!"

   "Awesome!" The blonde boy breathed as he watched himself go down with a
volley from Rabbit's gun.

   "Yeah, cool!" Javier exclaimed later when on the screen Rabbit dragged
his seemingly lifeless body to the doorway.

   "You guys were great in this," I told him.  The slim boy snuggled closer
to me.  He was lying naked against me while Scott pressed to my other side.
Rabbit had stretched out on my lap and was leaning back against my bare
chest, thighs apart so it would be easy for my fingers to stroke his rigid
boner.  Anxious for assurance and attention the lanky boy pulled his head
back to look up at me.  "I was really good, wasn't I, Joe?"

   I smiled at him and squeezed his hard shaft.  "You were the winner."

   Satisfied, he squirmed his firm little butt on my hard member, settling
back against me with a sigh.

   "This part's gonna sell some tapes," I remarked and both Scott and
Javier giggled as they watched themselves be taken on the screen.

   "Nobody gonna know who we are, is they, Joe?" Scott asked and I shook my
head.

   "When we edit this, the computer will blur your faces."

   On my other side Javier whispered into my ear, "I look totally awesome!"
I took my hand off Rabbit's stiff boyhood for a moment to give the Hispanic
boy's slim graceful thigh a caress.

   That night Scott and Javier remained together downstairs while Rabbit
slept with me.  In the darkness, before I could get him to sleep, the boy
pleaded to be taken over and over again, as if desperate for proof of my
continuing affection.  For hours I moved within him, sometimes changing
positions but always stroking and petting Rabbit's silky lean body.  As I
kept rubbing his quivering boner and whispering endearments to him, the boy
heaved and writhed in my arms, slender hips bucking again and again in
immature release.

   Much later, once I had come into him, filling his hot cavity with spurt
after spurt of semen with Rabbit arched in passion beneath me, I held the
lanky boy in my arms, Rabbit's taut silky warmth sliding on my own while we
exchanged long deep kisses, our bodies shuddering as we pressed together.

   "I was so proud of you today," I told him softly when at last the boy
was content to lie still, staring up at me in adoration, my palm stroking
his lean smooth flank.  "That was a perfect first practice.  It went just
the way I wanted.  We'll start having them every day and I want you to do
something for me."

   "What?" In Rabbit's eyes, fixed on mine, was the message that he would
do anything I asked.

   "Hold back a little.  Don't try to win every time.  Let Scott win, too.
We need some pictures like that, plus..." I leaned even closer to the boy
and lowered my voice to a faint whisper.  "I want you to save your very
best moves for when we do it for real."

   Rabbit's eyes widened and he nodded eagerly.  "When we gonna do it,
Joe?"

   My palm moved on him, caressing the muscular firmness of his slender
body.  "Soon.  We gotta let Javier get trained up first.  I want it so he
can give you guys a good fight.  Now listen..."

   Rabbit's gaze remained locked on mine and I felt a quiver.

   "When we do it," I continued, "When it's for real, you go all out.  Use
every trick.  Take any shot you can and win for me!  You hear?"

   Rabbit nodded, eyes glistening in the darkness while I stroked him.

   "There's just one thing," I went on.  "If Javier goes down first, then
I'm gonna stop the fight.  I'd rather not lose either you or Scott in the
first test, but if it happens, it happens.  Unless I tell you to stop, you
go all out, got it?"

   The boy nodded again, all his desire to earn my praise visible in his
fierce expression.  "Uh-huh!"

   "You're my fighter," I whispered, moving my palm up onto the glossy
curve of his slender shoulder.  "My wonderful boy fighter..."

   Rabbit pressed against me, mouth seeking mine.  I felt his hard angular
body shiver in passion as his arms wrapped around me.  The boy's ardent
response and the pressing of his squirming form on my own heated me and
brought me erect.  With little moans and a tugging at my hips Rabbit
pleaded without words to be entered once more and it was only after I had
taken him in a position he favored, lying face up on top of me, impaled on
my hard shaft, writhing in spasm after spasm as I rubbed his jutting little
boner, that he consented at last to fall asleep in my arms.

   For more than a week I let the boys practice in the maze two or three
hours a day, sometimes with the paintball guns, sometimes with the laser
vests, recording it all with the cameras as Scott and Rabbit alternated in
winning roles.  Following my instructions Javier always allowed himself to
be 'killed' first in the contests that ended each session.  The piercings,
and the bruising around his hole, healed quickly and then he gave himself
to me fully whenever I wanted.  But subtle indications and occasional
whispered confessions from Scott or Rabbit convinced me that the Hispanic
boy was more aroused by the other two then myself.

   "He likes to suck me," Scott said, giggling as he lay cuddled in my arms
one night.  "He got like that thing in his tongue, so it feels like wicked
awesome!" The boy lifted his head to give me a mischievous grin.  "He like
sticks his tongue in my butt, too, an' it tickles!  Joe, I wanna' like get
one like that."

   My palm was cupping the firm rounded cheek of Scott's perfect rear end
and I squeezed it.  "You mean a tongue stud?"

   "Uh-huh!"

   "Like I said, when we do it for real, if you take him out you get his
stuff."

   Scott wiggled, squirming to rub his stiff little boner on my thigh. 
"When, Joe?  When we gonna do it?"

   "Soon." I slid a finger into the boy's crease, stroking the tip back and
forth over his puckered dimple while Scott dry humped my thigh.

   "You gonna miss the kid after you waste him?" I asked.

   The boy shook his head.  "I wanna' get his stuff."

   "Just make sure it's you that gets him, and not the other way around."

   "Yeah..." Scott shrugged and his arms tightened around me.  "Joe, you
gotta do me if I get it."

   "You have my promise.  I swear it." My finger pressed on his pucker, and
the boy tensed, bearing down to open himself.  With a little moan he let my
digit penetrate and then I felt a quiver as my fingertip slid back and
forth over his tiny nub.

   "Fuck me, Joe," he begged, arching in passion.  "Do me now...  Do it
real long..."

   "Just remember," I said, leaning over him.  "In the real fight, go after
everybody.  But if Javier goes down first, then the fight stops."

   "Uh-huh..." Scott moaned.  His legs jerked as I pressed on his nub once
more.  "Fuck me..." He pleaded.  "Fuck me, Joe..."

   As the blonde boy gave himself in shuddering surrender I gathered his
sculpted beauty into my arms, entered him and began a long night of
pleasure.

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