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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 10

   For more than a week I let the boys follow a routine, working them out
in the morning, taking them to the maze in the afternoon, and then either
allowing them to don their vests for laser tag in the darkened basement
after supper, or else conducting photo sessions, with the boys all vying to
outdo each other showing off their nude bodies in dramatic poses for the
camera.  Often during the picture taking, Scott and Rabbit would seek to
coach Javier, dreaming up new poses for him, finding props that he could
use, rummaging in the bathroom for cosmetics that would alter his
appearance.

   It was as if my two gunfighters were competing for the Hispanic boy's
favors and I watched it all with interest because it was clear that Javier
relished the attention.  The delicate beauty of his features, heightened by
the striking contrast of bleached hair with dark eyebrows, became even more
exotic with the addition of lipstick, eye shadow, mascara and other aides.
The boy took to wearing touches of makeup at all times, preening and
admiring himself several times a day in front of the mirror.  More and more
he appeared to amuse himself by playing Scott and Rabbit off against one
another in a flirtatious manner.

   For a time neither of my fighters asked about fighting "for real" and in
order to enjoy all three boys for as long as possible I avoided the subject
as well.  In the end it was Javier himself who forced the action.

   "I thought you said we was gonna do it for real," he complained one
afternoon.  We were lying naked together in my bedroom.  Scott and Rabbit
were both downstairs playing a videogame in the basement while Javier had
his time alone with me.  After several hours of erotic pleasure during
which my young partner demonstrated how effective his tongue stud was for
oral stimulation, we rested, caressing each other, talking over the most
recent laser tag practice.

   I slid a palm around the taut hollow of his smooth little waist.  "You
think you're ready for it?"

   Javier answered with a sly look, nodding his head.  My hand slid over
the silky curve of his hip, drifted into his groin, and began to rub the
slim quivering length of his rigid boyhood.

   "You've been doin' a good job, hiding how good you are."

   We exchanged smiles of secret understanding and the boy's eyes glowed as
I stimulated him.  The delicacy of his features, enhanced by the cosmetics
he was using, gave him the exotic prettiness of a catamite from some
Persian court.

   "You want all that money we're gonna make for yourself, huh?"

   With a coy grin Javier rolled toward me, taking my own stiff member into
his small fist.

   "You've got those two eating out of your hand," I told him.  "Will you
be sorry to take them out?"

   The boy shrugged and began to pump my slick shaft, "They'll take each
other out.  And then..." He lifted his head, offering his lips to be
kissed. "Then like you'll go get others..."

   "Got it all figured out, have you?"

   Javier gave a soft throaty chuckle.  Our mouths touched and then I was
breathing in his lovely boy scent while our tongue slid over each other's,
mine playing with the stud in his.  I pulled his graceful slim beauty close
and our bodies twined together.

   That evening, after gathering the boys in the big basement bedroom, I
showed them an edited DVD put together from all the practice Laser Tag
sessions we had been doing in the maze.  They sat clustered around me,
naked on the bed, watching themelves on the huge widescreen TV,
occasionally teasing each other or else staring in silent fascination as
one of them performed in some dramatic way.

   Scott lay close to my right side and whenever he saw himself get shot or
pretend to die onscreen he would squirm, rubbing his stiff boner on my hip.
"Wicked..." he kept murmuring under his breath.  On my lap Rabbit was
stretched out, his back against my chest, slim legs sprawled to either side
of mine.  Javier leaned in from my left side, reaching over to stroke
Rabbit's jutting boner.  None of the three took their eyes off the screen
and in the parts where Rabbit watched his image stand in triumph over one
of the other boys, I felt him tremble.

   "Pretty good, huh?" I told them when the tape ended.

   Scott sat up.  "When we gonna do it for real, Joe?"

   "Tomorrow.  Everything's set.  Tomorrow, it's for real."

   The three boys looked at each other.  I felt Rabbit tremble again. 
"Yes!" Scott exclaimed, eyes shining.  "Laser Tag, right Joe?"

   "Yeah.  It'll be Laser Tag this first time," I told them.  "We'll go
over in the afternoon.  You guys can have the morning to rest and get
ready. This has got to be good.  There's a hundred grand riding on it."

   Rabbit's head pulled back as he arched a bit to peer up at me.  "For
real?"

   I nodded, tickling the boy's arms, which made him giggle.  "Yeah. 
That's the order for this tape.  We gotta' make it look good.  You guys all
need to be made up for this, not just Javier." My tickling fingers went to
the Hispanic boy, making him squirm and giggle as well.

   "Awesome...  Awesome...  Awesome..." Scott chanted, bouncing a few times
at my side and then falling on Rabbit, wrestling with both him and Javier
so that all three boys tangled together in a pile of naked young flesh.

   "Okay," I ordered, stopping them.  "Everybody get to bed.  I want you
guys sharp for tomorrow..."

   Reluctantly the boys allowed me to separate them and then, since it was
Rabbit's turn to sleep with me, I picked up the lanky boy, slung him over
my shoulder and stared down at the other two lying stretched out on the
bed. Scott was grinning at me.  Javier smiled coyly, the gold in his ear,
nipples, belly button, and tip of his slim, jutting erection glittering in
the light.

   "Don't stay up too late," I growled.  They tittered, glancing at each
other.  By the time I had carried Rabbit to the door both were wrestling on
the bed again, Scott winning easily.

   That night, after I had taken him multiple times, Rabbit wanted to be
held and cuddled even more than usual.  Huddling close to me, heart
thumping against my chest, I could feel him trembling.

   "Keep an eye out for Scott tomorrow," I said, caressing the silky warmth
of his lean flank.  "Laser tag's his game.  I don't want you taken out in
this.  Make it be one of the other kids."

   "Uh-huh," the boy nodded.

   I kissed him and then stroked his cheek.  "You're not scared, are you?"

   "No," he whispered back, pushing his head into my stomach.  But he was
still trembling and I knew it was a lie.

   In the morning I let the boys sleep late, gave them a light breakfast
when they woke, and then once they were done eating, herded them back
downstairs to the big bedroom.  After putting one of their favorite movies,
'Young Guns', on the DVD player and hitting the 'play' button I had all
three stretch out on the bed.

   "From now on," I instructed.  "You will not talk.  Not to me, not to
each other.  Is that understood?"

   The boys nodded.  They were wearing nothing but their satin workout
shorts and after positioning each boy so he would be able to watch the
movie I stripped them, stretching them out naked on the bed.  Starting with
Rabbit, then Scott, and finally Javier, I gave each boy a massage using
coconut scented Hawaiian Tropic lotion, sliding my oily hands on their
silky bodies, knowing that, for at least one and possibly two, it was the
last time.

   After the boys' massage I sent them one by one into the bathroom for a
shower using the same order; Scott, Rabbit, then Javier.  They emerged
smelling of the coconut soap and shampoo.  Finally, after Javier had
finished and the movie was over, I herded all three into the bathroom for
application of makeup.  The Hispanic boy watched in amusement while I used
lipstick on a giggling Scott and solemn Rabbit.  Once they were done he
took the tube from me and went to the mirror to do his own mouth.  Subtle
touches of eye shadow, blush and mascara came next with Javier using more
than the other two boys.  For a finishing touch, I dusted the hair of all
three with glitter.

   "Oh wow!" Scott breathed, gazing at his reflection in the mirror.

   "No talking!" I warned and the boy turned to grin up at me.

   When it was his turn Rabbit's eyes widened as he stared at himself in
the glass.  Javier, who was standing at his side, used the mascara stick to
darken the lanky boy's lashes a bit more and then with a sly look at me,
nodded in satisfaction.

   "Okay, let's rock 'n roll," I told them, guiding the boys ahead of me
back through the bedroom and into the workout area.

   Early that morning I had prepared their vests, topping off the charge in
the battery packs and then loading greased darts into the shoulder guns,
arming them with live charges.  Now I double checked to be sure one lead in
every power pack was disconnected before handing the vests out.  With an
eager grin Scott scrambled into his, zipping it up while the other boys
were still fumbling around.  I helped Rabbit untangle a twisted strap,
cleared a stuck zipper for Javier, then stepped back, reaching for the
camera.

   "Give me some good poses," I told the boys.

   In their makeup and gear all three of my fighters looked good, but
Scott's pictures were the best.  The blonde boy's features radiated eager
excitement and, despite the vest covering his upper body, the smooth
symmetric beauty of his arms and legs gave ample evidence of his sculpted
perfection.  In comparison Rabbit's vest added emphasis to the
disproportionate length of his lower limbs.  Yet the look was not
unattractive.  Combined with his determined expression and wiry definition,
it gave him a gawky adolescent appeal.  Javier's delicate slenderness was
also heightened by the wearing of a vest.  The bulky garment, as well as
his makeup, heightened the appearance of innocent vulnerability, although
the camera also caught his sly expression of knowing eroticism.

   With their vests on I loaded the boys into the van, not bothering with
handcuffs as I had in the past.  Everything I knew of them told me that
these three had a willingness to risk their lives, so I took a chance and
left them unfettered.  Following my instructions they sat quietly in the
back without talking, Scott grinning, and the other two avoiding each
other's eyes.

   There were a few cars parked in the front of the Industrial Park, but
after taking the long way in so I could make a check, I found none around
the back by the warehouses.  I parked at the side entrance of my building,
unlocked the door and then, with a final glance to either side ensuring
that we were not observed, I slid aside the van's panel door and gestured
for the boys to go inside.

   Once the power was turned on, Scott led the way around the narrow space
between cinderblock wall and high maze partition, stopping when he reached
the entrance gate.  The three boys waited in silence as I checked to be
sure all the cameras and monitors were on.  Then I turned to face them.

   "You guys know the rules.  Laser tag only, no knives, no physical
contact.  All your vests are loaded with the same number of lives.  I won't
tell you how many, but it's more than you get in a regular game.  That way
we'll get a long match with lots of action for the cameras.  You'll each be
sent to a corner.  You do not leave it until you hear me call out,
'Fight!'"

   I beckoned to Scott, whose face was lit by a happy grin.  "You first."

   The boy came to me, and while my hands were on him, checking his battery
pack, sealing its Velcro flap, double checking all the electrodes, I could
feel the tremor of excitement in his young body.

   "You're vest is armed," I told him.  Reaching into my pocket, I took out
a small vial of white cocaine powder.  "You know what this is, right?"

   Eyes gleaming, Scott took the vial from me, removed the cap, then
holding the tiny bottle to his nose, he snorted the contents.  I saw him
shudder as the drug hit.

   "Back left corner," I ordered, taking the empty vial.  Flashing me a
grin the blonde boy scurried off into the maze, his bare feet making a soft
patter on the concrete.

   "Now you." I pointed at Rabbit and the lanky boy stepped forward.  Like
Scott he was trembling, although whether it was fear or nervous excitement
I could not tell.  I connected his power, doubled checked the settings, and
smoothed down all the flaps.  "You're armed."

   I got out a vial of cocaine for him.  To my knowledge Rabbit had never
used any hard drugs before, but he had been watching Scott and now,
imitating him, he opened the vial, tilted his head back and took a snort.
Inexperience made him sneeze, but I could tell by his eyes that the drug
took effect.  After patting his bare shoulder I pointed to the right back
corner of the maze.

   Once the lanky boy had disappeared among the pillars, Javier came over
to me without being called.  "You all ready?" I whispered.  He nodded and
held still while I armed his vest.  "If you can, get Scott first," I
murmured.  "He's better at this than Rabbit, but don't pass up any shot."

   The Hispanic boy tilted his head back, I held a vial of cocaine for him,
and he snorted the white powder with an ease that betrayed familiarity.  I
let him into the maze, locked the barred gate behind him, leaving him
standing in the open space there, and then went up to my observation
platform.

   It was well past noon, the Sun was on the other side of the building, so
no direct light came through the narrow high windows beneath the roof line.
In the dim diffused illumination, I saw all three boys waiting in their
places, Scott crouched in excited anticipation, the other two standing with
laser guns cradled across their vests, ready to move on my command.  I made
a final check of the cameras and then leaned forward.

   "Fight!"

   Scott was the only one to dash out.  Up on tiptoes he dodged silently
between the pillars as if determined to either get in the first shot or
take the first hit.  Rabbit and Javier were more cautious, both creeping
into the forest of pillars, heads turning back and forth, alert for any
sight or sound of an opponent, their own movements as noiseless as they
could make them.

   Despite their stealth, Scott still managed to get in the opening strike.
Flitting around a pillar, the blonde boy caught sight of Rabbit.  He dove
to the floor in a roll, avoiding the lanky boy's quick shot at him, and
then got off a shot of his own from the prone position.

   "Zap!  Zap!"

   There was a flash of red LEDs and I saw Rabbit's wiry body jerk as his
vest discharged an electric shock through him.  He tumbled forward, jerking
again as a second hit from Scott triggered more sounds and flashes.  Then
both boys rolled into cover behind pillars, each scrambling to his feet,
peering out to locate the other, exposing only their heads and not the
light-sensitive detectors on their vests.

   But now Javier joined the action.  The noisy sounds emitted from
Rabbit's vest had drawn him to the scene.  He emerged from behind a pillar
in back of Scott, nailed the blonde boy with two shots at point blank range
-- and then arched in a sudden spasm himself as his own vest lit up!  He
had been hit by Rabbit who had been circling around to get at Scott from
the side.  All three boys now began firing wildly, each taking a few more
bits before dodging away into cover and maneuvering for new positions.

   When I had set up the boy's vests I had programmed them for sixty
'lives' thinking that it was best to err on the high side if I wanted a
long match.  The furious action of their first encounter left me wondering
if sixty might have been too low, but it soon became clear that I had
actually guessed about right.  Rapid fire, close exchanges like that first
one proved rare and, as the boys settled into the game, hit-and-run tactics
dominated.

   It was different from the style they used when competing in our
basement. There, knowing the vests were unarmed and with no real penalty
for losing, they all tried to get shot so they could 'die' in spectacular
ways.  But here the vests were armed, losing was deadly, and the boys
maneuvered to avoid exposing themselves, each looking to ambush the other.

   From my godlike position above the maze I watched, fascinated, as the
action unfolded.  The glitter in their hair made it easy to track the boys'
positions, and because each had a characteristic way of moving I had no
trouble telling them apart.  As I had anticipated, Javier was holding his
own.  The slim Hispanic boy was better than either Scott or Rabbit
suspected and several times he caught both of them unawares while they were
concentrating on each other.  Even so, Scott was still better than either
Javier or Rabbit.  Somehow the blonde boy had developed an uncanny instinct
for moving within a maze in a way that gained him an advantage over
opponents.  I had noted it myself when playing against him.  Now, from my
observation position, I could watch it in action.  Again and again he
ambushed the other two, sometimes taking hits in return, but always ahead
in the exchange.  The action was too fast for me to keep score, but I
suspected it was only a matter of time before either Rabbit or Javier was
eliminated.  The only question was which would go first.

   'Zap!  Zap!' sounds and the flash of LEDs came as more shots were
exchanged.  Rabbit had caught Javier darting out into an aisle between
pillars and the slim Hispanic boy, firing wildly in return, writhed in the
grip of electric shocks.  Then Rabbit's vest lit up as he was hit by Scott
from two pillars away.  The lanky boy's head jerked back, an electric jolt
taking him to his knees.  But a roll to the side kept him from being hit
again and with a desperate wiggle he managed to get into cover behind a
pillar.

   I was leaning forward, trying to miss nothing.  It had to the soon. 
None of the boys could have many lives left, but Rabbit's and Javier's
reserves must be lower than Scott's.  Holding my breath I watched the
blonde boy dart to his left, flitting between pillars in an attempt to get
around behind his opponents.  Rabbit, having regained his feet, angled
away, the glitter in his dark hair making his movements easy to follow. 
Two aisles over, bleached hair turned to orange in the dim light, Javier
was creeping forward, laser gun up and ready.  Something, an incautious
movement, a brush of vest against a pillar or perhaps a loud breath, had
betrayed Scott's position and the Hispanic boy was closing in, ready to
ambush what he knew was his most dangerous opponent with a finishing volley
of point-blank shots.

   With his usual recklessness, confident of his ability to out-shoot and
outmaneuver any opponent, Scott circled around, unaware that he was being
stalked, intent on his own plan to outflank the other boys.  Up above I
clenched my fists.  All my expectations for the game's ending had been
suddenly overturned!  Scott was heading right into Javier's trap.  If the
Hispanic boy eliminated him I was going to lose two fighters instead of
one.

   For a moment it seemed as if Scott's instinct might have warned him of
danger because he stopped, listening with his head cocked.  But Javier had
frozen in place as well, waiting in deadly silence.  A second later Scott
was in motion once more, the glitter in his blond hair sparkling as he came
to the last pillar separating himself from the boy poised to eliminate him.

   Perhaps Scott had sufficient lives remaining to survive a close range
volley, or perhaps not.  One more step would place him directly in front of
Javier's gun and we would find out.  I bit my lip.

   'Zap!  Zap!'

   There was a red flash of LEDs!  But it was Javier's vest that was
lighting up, not Scott's.  Both the Hispanic boy and I had forgotten to
keep an eye out for Rabbit!  While Javier's attention had been on Scott's
approach the lanky boy had slipped into position and now was unleashing a
volley from the cover of a pillar behind him!

   I saw Javier's slender body jerk as he was hit multiple times by jolts
of electricity.  Arching, head pulled back in spasm, he staggered and fell
against a pillar, scrabbling at it with his free hand in a desperate
attempt to keep his balance.  An instant later Scott appeared, gun up and
firing!  More shots poured into the Hispanic boy as he was caught in a
crossfire.  Stunned by repeated shocks of electricity, writhing, jerking,
there was no way for him to evade or defend himself.

   Zap!  Zap!  Zap!  Zap!

   The sounds were continuous.  The red lights on Javier's vest flashed
again and again.  The boy's head strained back, eyes staring, mouth open in
a soundless scream as he was hit by jolt after jolt.

   Suddenly there was a loud, 'BANG!'

   Javier stiffened.  The slim body arched like a drawn bow.

   Both Rabbit and Scott held their fire as the Hispanic boy's laser gun
fell with a clatter onto the concrete.  In the silence that followed I
heard a desperate gurgle as Javier lifted both hands to claw at his throat.
Fighting for air, blood running from his mouth, eyes staring in shock, he
sank to his knees, tottered for a moment, then fell back sprawling onto the
floor, slim legs kicking, body flopping in arching spasms.

   A flash of movement from Scott caught my eye and I yelled out, "Stop the
fight!" I was just in time to save Rabbit, who was staring in fascination
at Javier's death agony and would have fallen easy victim to the blonde ace
lining him up in his gun sight.

   At the sound of my voice both boys looked up and I told them to meet me
at the door.  Without hesitation each turned away from the Hispanic boy's
writhing form and trotted towards the entry point while I hustled
downstairs and unlocked the gate.  I was anxious to get hold of their
weapons because I did not trust either one to refrain from eliminating the
other.  Both had been instructed to stop if Javier was taken out first, yet
Scott had been all ready to waste Rabbit with a close range volley--and
would have if I had not intervened.

   The moment the two boys emerged from the maze I made them hand over
their guns and then each stood still in front of me while I lifted the
Velcro flap on their battery sleeves and disconnected a lead.  Once the
vests were disarmed I helped the boys peel them off and they stood before
me, naked bodies glistening with sweat, Scott grinning and Rabbit gazing up
in fierce triumph.

   "Whose shot got him?" I asked.

   "Mine!" "Mine!" Both answered at once.

   "Mmmm..." I put a hand behind my back with two fingers extended.  "Even
or odd?"

   "Even!" Rabbit answered immediately.  After a glance at him, Scott said,
"Odd!"

   "Even it is," I told them, bringing out my hand so they could see.

   You bring him in," I said to Rabbit, and then pointed to Scott, "You
bring his gun."

   They trotted back into the maze, and while they were gone I brought in
the low bench from the corridor.  Soon there were sounds of something being
dragged along the floor.  Rabbit backed into the space pulling Javier by
the ankles, the boy's body sliding on the concrete, arms trailing behind
the head.  It was a scene they had enacted in nearly every practice, but
this time the blank stare of the Hispanic boy's eyes was not faked and the
blood trickling from the corner of his mouth was real.

   Scott emerged from between the pillars with Javier's laser gun and after
handing it to me he helped Rabbit drag the body over near the bench.  As I
bent down over it the smell of gunpowder hit my nostrils.  The aluminum
dart fired by the vest's shoulder mounted tube was buried in the Hispanic
boy's neck, sharp tip sticking out on the right side.  I had expected the
thing to break some vertebrae or else tear one or both of the big arteries.
Either would have resulted in a quick death.  But the metal had missed
those vital structures, ripping the throat instead, so that Javier was
drowning in his own blood.  Once we got the vest stripped off him I saw
that the boy was conscious but only barely alive, his shallow gasps
bubbling in a torn gullet.

   I lifted the nude boy, laying him face up on the bench, and had Rabbit
hold the limp arms back behind the head.  Javier's slim graceful body lay
stretched out, smooth skin shiny with sweat, the gold studs in ear,
nipples, belly button and penis all glittering.  Despite the staring eyes
and dark streaks of blood from the corner of his mouth the boy's painted
features still retained an elfin delicacy.  I stroked them a moment before
taking a sheathed knife from my waist and handing it to Scott.

   "Rabbit brought him in.  Now you finish him."

   With an eager nod, the blonde boy drew out the naked blade and stepped
into position on Javier's left side.  Sliding the tip of his finger over
the stretched ribs he located the pulse, placed the tip of the knife on it,
and then, after a glance at me, drove the blade into Javier's chest.

   With a shudder the doomed boy arched up, every muscle in his slim body
defined in tension.  He held the pose for as long as it took his pierced
heart to stop beating.  Then a gurgling sigh brought dark bloody froth to
his lips and he sank back onto the bench, relaxing in death.  After a few
brief reflexive kicks of the lower legs, the slim thighs sprawled apart and
a moment later dribbles of urine trickled from the flaccid penis.  The
farting sound of escaping air was followed by a sour smell which dispersed
quickly.

   Scott wrinkled his nose.  "Euggghh!"

   "That's what always happens," I told him.  "When you die all the muscles
loosen and whatever is up your butt or in your bladder comes out.  You guys
need to keep yourselves as empty as you can whenever we fight for real.  I
don't want you shitting yourselves if you get taken out."

   "Yuck!  That would be like so wicked gross!" Scott was shaking his head
in profound disgust.

   "Uh-huh!" Rabbit nodded in agreement.  He let go of Javier's arms,
allowing them to dangle limply at the dead boy's sides and then stood
looking down at the knife buried to its hilt in the body's chest.  After a
few moments he tried tugging at it and when it did not move, looked up at
me in surprise.

   "When you put the arms down, the ribs locked over the blade," I
explained.  I leaned over to take hold of the contoured handle.  "It takes
more force than you might think to get it loose."

   With a powerful twist I jerked the blade out, wiped it on my shorts and
slid it back into the sheath that Scott handed me.  "Now let's get some
pictures."

   Fetching the digital camera I took several shots of Javier's dead body
in its position sprawled on the bench.  Then, using one of the leather
straps from the supply room, I tied the dead boy's ankles together, lifted
him, and slipped the strap over one of the hooks by the door, letting the
body hang upside down, arms dangling.  Positioning my two fighters next to
it I got more shots, with Scott and Rabbit vying with each other in finding
dramatic poses to show themselves off.

   After that the boys helped me clean up, Rabbit pushing a mop over the
floor while Scott wiped splatters of blood with a rag.  "So, are you gonna
miss him?" I asked, gesturing at Javier's hanging carcass.

   "Scott will..." "Rabbit will..." They both answered simultaneously, and
then giggled at each other.

   "When can we do it again, Joe?" Scott asked with an eager look.  "It's
like so wicked awesome!"

   "Even better than goin' to the paintball contests and the road trips?"

   "Yeah!" This enthusiastic answer came from both boys and then Rabbit
added, "Those ain't nothin' like this.  That's all like baby stuff.  This
is like...  Like..." He shook his head, unable to come up with adequate
words and I took the mop from him, wringing it out in the bucket before
handing it back.

   "You guys can do it more as soon as we find you more players.  Sometimes
that's not so easy, you know."

   "I bet I can find 'em," Scott told me confidently.

   "Yeah.  We can get more," Rabbit assured me, nodding in agreement.

   "You guys are gonna have to help me do that..." I started to say, and
Scott broke in with, "Let's go tomorrow, Joe!"

   "Yeah!" Rabbit echoed, "Like right away!  This time like get like a
buncha kids!  An' we gotta like do paintball for real this time, too!"

   "Uh-huh!" Scott chorused.  "Paintball for real, Joe!"

   I frowned.  "How exactly are we gonna do that?  Paintballs don't take
you out."

   Rabbit was mopping up the streaked trail of blood from the dragging of
Javier's body while I followed with the soap bucket.  "Do it like with the
knives," the boy told me.  "Every kid like has a knife an' if you paintball
him down or get close you use it."

   "Yeah, with knives!" Behind me Scott was drying the floor with his rag.
He looked up at me, eyes gleaming.

   "Yeah..." I nodded my head, thinking about it.  "I guess it would work.
So you fight till just one or two guys are left?"

   "Or nobody," Scott said, grinning.

   Rabbit glanced at him, then back at me.  "Let's do it, Joe.  It'll be
like way cool!"

   And a way for you to eliminate a rival, I thought.

   "Okay," I nodded.  "Guess we should try it.  But first we need to find
more players."

   "Let's go now!" Scott demanded again, tugging at my arm.

   "Ease up there, sport." I ruffled his fine spun blonde hair.  "Cool your
jets.  You guys need to clean up, have some dinner, and get some rest
first. We could start tomorrow if that's what you want."

   "Yeah!" The blonde boy pumped his fist in excitement and when I looked
at Rabbit he gave me a fierce grin.

   Once the mopping up was done, the boys watched as I collected the flash
packs from the cameras and then joined me in front of Javier's dangling
body.  I slid a palm over the dead boy's slim hips and pelvic brim,
caressing the smooth glossy skin one last time before lifting the flaccid
penis and removing the gold stud at its tip.  Scott watched me pocket the
stud and then start working on the one in the belly button.  "Like who gets
his stuff, Joe?"

   "Which one of you got him?"

   "Me!" "No, me!" Both boys answered together and I shrugged my shoulders.

   "There's no way to tell for sure.  I guess you'll have to share."

   Giggling, Scott crouched down, pointing to the dead boy's half open
mouth.  "I want the tongue one!"

   "Okay," I crouched as well so I could pull out the two studs piercing
Javier's nipples.  "Rabbit, which do you want?"

   When the boy did not answer right away I turned to look and saw that he
was feeling the tip of his thick little shaft, which lifted and hardened
into stiff rigidity as I watched.  Rabbit gave me a sly glance and I nodded
back.

   "You want one there at the end?"

   "Yeah..." The reply came as a sly whisper and I gestured for the boy to
stand close to me.

   "It's okay." I patted his firm muscular butt.  "You can have that if you
want.  I think it'll look real nice on you."

   Scott held the dead boy's mouth open while I pulled out the tongue stud
and then after taking the gold hoop from Javier's ear lobe I straightened
up.  "We'll save the rest of these studs," I told the boys, pocketing the
small gold pieces.  "You can have more piercings later if you want, or else
we can use `em on other players."

   "They gotta' like earn `em first though," Scott declared.

   "Oh yeah," I assured him.  "We'll make them earn it!"

   The boys helped me spread out a plastic tarp from the storage closet
then watched as I unhooked Javier and placed his limp body in the middle of
it.  After removing the fine gold chain from his left ankle and placing it
in my pocket I drew the aluminum dart from his neck, rolled the dead boy
into the plastic and then tossed the bundle over my shoulder.

   My two young fighters scurried around, gathering up vests, guns and all
the rest of our gear.  Preceding me, they brought everything to the outside
door, piled it up, and then hid in the van while I loaded both gear and
Javier's wrapped body, turned off the power, and locked the warehouse.

   "How long till we like get more players, Joe?" Scott asked after I had
started the van and we were headed back to the house through late afternoon
traffic.  Both he and Rabbit were naked, crouched hidden behind the seats,
peering over my shoulder.  I downshifted, slowing for a red light.

   "As soon as we can, Sport.  I wanna edit all the tapes of your fight
today first."

   "Can we go like tomorrow?" The boy was using the wheedling tone he
always employed when he wanted to talk me into something.  I flashed him a
quick smile in the rearview mirror.

   "Don't you want me to get that tape out first so we can make all kinds
of money off it?"

   "Yeah...  I guess..." I could feel the boy's movement as he squirmed
with impatience behind me.  "Doin' it for real is like so wicked awesome,"
he went on after a few moments.  "I wanna' do it way more!"

   "An' paintball for real, too, Joe!" Rabbit chimed in.  I heard Scott
whisper something to him and a moment later he was tugging on my other
shoulder.  "We wanna like get more players tomorrow, Joe!"

   "Mmmm...  It's Halloween this weekend, guys.  There'll be cops all over
the place."

   "Trick-or-treat!" Scott crowed and both my fighters laughed.

   "We'll have to see," I told them.  "As soon as I get a few things set up
we'll go, I promise."

   This appeared to satisfy them because, except for a few giggles, they
were quiet for the rest of the drive home.  Once the van was undercover in
the garage they unloaded things for me while I brought Javier's wrapped
body into the basement.

   "Wanna do some paintball practice?"

   "Yeah!" Rabbit and Scott gave eager nods.  The two watched as I
unwrapped Javier and hung his dead body up by the wrists in the wooden
frame.  "There's your target," I said.  The boys scrambled for their paint
guns and spent over an hour competing, doing quick turn-and-shoot or
roll-and-shoot drills, peppering Javier's limp dangling form with paint
splotches until the dead boy's skin was smeared with a thick coating.

   Neither wanted to stop when I called a halt and it was only with some
difficulty that I got them into the bathroom for a shower.  I rolled
Javier's paint smeared body back in the plastic, packed it in the freezer
below the stairs and then went up to the kitchen to make the boys something
to eat.  After supper we watched a movie together on the big TV in my
bedroom until my two fighters dropped off to sleep, one to either side of
me, where they remained huddled close for the rest of the night.

   ----------------- End of Chapter Ten -----------------