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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 13

   In the workout area, Eddie was waiting for me on the bench where I had
left him.  Once I had checked to be sure all the doors were locked behind
me I picked him up, tossed him over my shoulder and carried the small boy
upstairs.

   "Nice going tonight, Stud," I told him when we reached my dark room. 
After pulling down the bed covers and placing the boy on the sheet he
looked up at me wide-eyed and solemn as I sat down next to him.  When my
palm slid over his silky warmth it was like petting a small vulnerable
animal, the boy's heartbeat thumping against my stroking fingers.  My hand
circled down over the glossy sheath of his narrow tummy and Eddie stretched
his arms back over his head, arching himself to offer his body.  With slow
gentle movements I explored further down, feeling the stiff hardness
tenting up the front of his shorts.  Eddie lifted his hips so I could strip
him and once the shorts were pulled off the naked boy stretched out on the
bed, his small slender form a pale blur in the dim light.

   I saw the gleam of his eyes as he watched me undress and when I
stretched out beside him he came into my arms, pressing the full length of
his slender young body against mine, winding his arms about my neck.

   "You can fuck me," he whispered, grinding with his hips.  The little
boner jutting from his smooth hairless groin pushed on my belly.  I could
feel the slickness of a bead of moisture on its tiny head.

   He kissed me, mouth opened wide to admit my tongue, and the writhing of
his small hips sent a shudder of passion racing through me.  I ran my
fingers in Eddie's raven dark curls.  For a time our bodies writhed,
twisting together; then, rolling the boy onto his back, I reached for the
tube of KY on the nightstand.  When he saw me uncap it he drew his slim
legs up, knees hugged to either side of his chest, stretching his ass open
in invitation.  Desire for the boy's small delicate loveliness made my head
swim as I applied the slippery lubricant, pushing gobs up into his little
chute, the ring gaping open as the boy pushed down to loosen himself.  From
the feel I could tell Eddie had been stretched previously, but he was young
and small so the rim still felt very tight when I placed the blunt head of
my big shaft there and pushed in.  Beneath me the boy was grimacing,
straining to bear down.  Unwilling to force him and risk a tear I was
reluctant to thrust, but Eddie shook his head.

   "In," he begged, panting and tugging at me, slim legs locked around my
chest.  "In...  Stick it in...  I know how!"

   Pushing with my hips, using one hand as a guide, I stuffed the thick
head of my rod into him and with a squeak of passion Eddie lifted, pushing
against me.  There was a popping sensation--and then I was through, my
blunt head engulfed in the boy's moist heat as he writhed trying to
accommodate, panting and moaning, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Joe...  Joe..."

   I was ready to stop there, fearing to damage the boy by thrusting
further but he continued to pull on me, head and body arched back,
pleading, "More...  Go more...  All of it...  I can take all of it..."

   With a slow grinding movement I eased into him, letting his own twisting
and squirming advance me little by little.  Eddie moaned, slender little
body jerking as my shaft buried itself in the hot tight grip of his loins.
Grimacing, tears running down his cheeks, he fought to accept all the
impaling fullness penetrating him, tugging at me, quivering and panting in
frantic gasps, "Uh...  Uh...  Uh...  Joe...  Joe...  More...  Go more... 
Uhhhh...  Uhhhhhhhhh..."

   When my groin bottomed out against the small boy's stretched ass Eddie's
arms and legs tightened their grip even more.  Clinging to me, moaning in
both ecstasy and pain, he squirmed to move my tip deep within his bowels.
Then, with a sudden convulsive spasm, his lean little hips heaved as
contractions shook him.  Pulse after throbbing pulse rippled through the
boy's loins, massaging the length of my sheathed rod like tiny fingers. 
The boy was heaving against me, bucking in a spasm of jerks and I felt
droplets of moist slippery warmth spilling over my stomach where his small
boner was pulsing against me.

   The young boy's response was so intense it took me past the brink.  A
flood tide of pressure rose in my groin that I tried to hold back by
squeezing and arching, but it was no good.  The contractions in Eddie's
gut, squeezing my embedded shaft, drew forth a spurt from my tip.  Pulling
my head back, arching my body, I pumped my hips, rabbit fucking the boy in
a few quick frantic strokes.  Then I slammed into him, holding his
shuddering little body while I emptied in pulse after jerking pulse,
flooding Eddie's boy hole with my hot load.

   When it ended, I collapsed onto my small still writhing partner, so
drained I could barely keep my weight off him.  Boy-like, Eddie continued
to heave and buck, his passive young ardor un-slaked, but as I softened and
slipped out his moaning and frantic twisting turned to a clutching and
hugging as he squirmed against me wanting to be petted and kissed.  Once I
had recovered enough to move I grabbed a towel from beneath the bed and
placed it under the boy to catch the semen oozing from his gaping little
opening.  Then I cuddled him, holding his lovely slender warmth against my
bare skin, smothering him with kisses and running fingers through the black
flames of his curly hair.

   "Do me more, Joe," the young boy kept pleading.  "Do it more...  Do it
again..."

   "We will," I promised over and over.

   Eddie closed his eyes, drew a delicate knee up over my hip and offered
his lips for another long deep kiss.  As my tongue thrust into him, the boy
writhed, rubbing the stiff quivering hardness of his still rigid little
shaft on my thigh.  My palm cupped his butt, massaging the firm jutting
curve, then I thrust two fingers up into his loose stretched opening,
twisting them in the hot moist softness beyond until they found the tiny
swelling of his nub.  Eddie jerked, small hips bucking as pulse after
throbbing pulse raced through him.

   Again and again I brought the boy to his shuddering little immature
climaxes until he was stunned with ecstasy, his lean small body quivering
in my arms, eyes half closed, staring and unfocused.  At last he lay limp
and unresponsive, the flutter of his heart like the beating of a captive
bird's wings against his ribs.  I held him close, caressing his delicate
silky smoothness, whispering endearments until, in the darkness, I saw the
pale blur of his face turned to me once more.  Squirming close Eddie buried
his head against my shoulder and I felt the warmth of his breath on my
neck.

   "Feel good?" I asked, letting my palm drift in a slow caress down his
back to rest on the glossy mounds of his small butt.

   Eddie nodded, his little fingers moving on the muscular taper of my
side. After a while he squirmed a bit, then whispered, "Fuck me more, Joe.
I wanna' do it again."

   With a fond caress I kissed the boy's raven curls.  "I will.  Give me a
few more minutes.  All that shooting drained me.  I gotta reload."

   This brought a muffled giggle from the boy and he turned to peer up at
me, his two eyes a faint gleam in the dark.  "I do it good, don't I?"

   The pride in his voice was unmistakable.  I nodded and stroked him. 
"Yeah, you do.  How'd you learn?"

   "My big brother.  He like showed me first.  Then his friends."

   There was another squirm as Eddie rested his cheek on my shoulder.  With
even more pride he added, "I can like take any of the big kids all the way.
Even the guys who got like really long ones."

   "Wow," I told him, drawing my fingers through the boy's curls.  "You are
good."

   "Uh-huh!" Eddie giggled, tickling me with his small fingers.  "You got a
nice one, Joe.  It like feels really big inside me."

   I pushed against the base of Eddie's tight little nut sack, tickling
back, and he broke into laughter, humping on my thigh.

   "I guess you'll have to have some more of it, little Hot Rod." He
twisted and squirmed.  Then, once he had settled against me for more
petting, I asked, "Does Mike know how to do it?"

   This brought forth a scornful giggle.  "He doan' know nothin'.  He
thinks he do, but he don't.  Mikey ain't never done it." There was more
squirming as Eddie rubbed his stiffy on me and then, with obvious scorn he
added, "Mikey can't even shoot nothin'.  I can shoot!"

   "Yeah, I noticed that."

   Reaching down I took hold of the boy's jutting little spike and began
rubbing with quick firm strokes.  Eddie stretched, holding himself so there
would be space for my hand to move between us and as my fingers slid on him
I heard his breaths quicken.  He quivered, arched a little, then pulled his
head back, moaning, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah..."

   In a series of hard thrusting jerks his slim hips bucked and I felt
pulses contract beneath my fingers in the rigid little shaft.  Droplets of
slippery warmth running from the tip gave lubrication that made it easy for
me to stroke faster.  The boy convulsed, clutching at me in a frenzy of
passion, jerks of his slender body making him thrust and heave.

   "Ah...  Ah...  Ah..." Eddie squirmed against, pleading, "Fuck me, Joe...
Fuck me hard...  Go in me...  I wanna do it!"

   "Yeah," I whispered, kissing him.  The boy's ardor had heated me and
brought me erect once more.  I rolled him onto his side, placed an arm
around his tiny waist to hold them and, guiding the blunt tip of my
straining rod between the mounds of his butt, reentered the boy,
penetrating his stretched ring with almost the resistance.

   "Uhhhhhhhhh..." Eddie's slim little body went rigid, quivering as if he
had been hit by an electric shock.  As I thrust up into him the boy
grimaced, stretching his arms out and giving little squeaks of passion and
pain, "Oh...  Ooooo...  Joe...  All of it...  Give me all of it..."

   As I bottomed out in him, pressing my groin to the firm curve of his
butt, the boy's legs jerked and his feet twisted.  A convulsion shook him
and I felt a ripple of pulsations contract around my embedded shaft. 
Reaching for the boy's groin I found him only half erect, but the slim
little shaft stiffened the moment I began rubbing and Eddie cried out
again, "Ohhhhhhh..." His body jerked, head pulling back in ecstasy as I
ground my hips, moving deep in his bowels.  More throbs pulsed through him,
contraction after contraction that jerked his little boner bringing another
dribble of moist warmth from the tip.  I rubbed faster until his entire
body was quivering in the throes of passion.

   When I began to slide within the boy, withdrawing halfway, then
thrusting back using a steady rhythm, Eddie writhed on my impaling member,
twisting his feet, hands clutching at me as waves of sensation radiated
through his loins.  Again and again I took him into spasms of immature
release, until the boy was staring with unfocused eyes, his head lolling,
drifting in a daze of ecstasy.  With jerk after jerk his slim body gave
itself up to the tides of passion swirling within him while I pumped my
hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, plumbing the depths of the boy's hot
sweetness, rippling throbs in the muscular walls of his tight boy chute
massaging my impaled shaft like tiny fingers.

   I lost track of time, intent only on pleasuring the boy beyond all
endurance, but at last the physical effort of thrusting tired me and I knew
I needed to finish.  Forcing the pace, I began to move faster.  Eddie,
sensing the approach of my climax, pushed back against my thrusts with
little cries of the ecstatic pleasure.  "Oooo...  Oooo...  Harder...  In
me...  More...  Joe...  Joe..."

   Sudden pressure ramped up within me.  I squeezed to hold back for as
long as possible.  When Eddie heaved against me I rabbit fucked the boy,
slamming my groin on his butt with each stroke until he jerked, convulsions
throbbing within his loins.  Then I drove myself into him a final time,
locking myself to him, stretching my tip up as far as possible.  Beneath my
encircling arm I felt its bulge deep in his skinny lean belly.  Eddie
groaned, kicking with his lower legs as more pulsing contractions jerked
him.  The pressure in my groin was a tide, ready to overwhelm me.  I
squeezed to hold back as hard as I could.  For an instant the boy and I
balanced on a knife edge of present time, arching and straining as we
pressed together.  Then with a shuddering series of jerking contractions I
came, my seed flooding Eddie's chute in spurt after spurt as he bucked
beneath me, his own rigid boner squirting tiny droplets of slippery warmth.

   For a long time afterwards I remained in the boy, holding myself there
with an effort even after softening, but at last the muscle tone of his
rear pushed me out, and then I turned him so he could cuddle against me.

   "You gonna make Mikey do it?" He asked after we had exchanged a long
deep kiss.

   "Yeah," I whispered.

   There was a soft giggle in the dark.  The boy's warm breath was on my
skin as he pressed his small naked warmth to me and we both drifted off
into sleep.

   In the morning, Eddie awoke when I did and I carried him into the
bathroom so we could shower together.  With the hot water gushing over us
the boy wrapped arms and legs around me, clutching like a little monkey
while I wiggled my fingers up inside him and we exchanged long deep
lingering kisses.  Then Eddie got onto his knees, taking me in his mouth to
swallow everything I could give once he had brought me off with tongue and
fist.  After I washed and shampooed him, the boy stood quietly while I
dried him with a towel and then watched wide-eyed as I went to a drawer,
withdrawing a handful of glittering gold objects.

   "Remember what I promised you, Tiger?"

   Eddie was quiet, saying nothing while I knelt to fasten a thin gold
chain around his left ankle.  But when I sat him down, naked on the toilet
seat, and showed him the gold hoops and studs in my palm, I heard him
whisper, "Oh wow!"

   "These are for you," I assured him.  "Just like Rabbit and Scott.  But
like I said, only you and Rabbit will have stiffy rings."

   Awesome!"

   "Putting them in is gonna' hurt," I warned, but the boy's eyes flashed
and he said with a shrug, "I don't care."

   "Okay.  I know you'll be brave for me.  We'll do your cock first..."

   Using a sterilized needle and catching the blood drops with cotton
gauze, I pierced the ball of scar tissue at the tip of Eddie's boy stick
while he sat holding his thighs stretched apart and bit his lower lip to
keep from crying out.  I felt his tense body shudder as my needle went
through, but he uttered no sound and once the tiny gold hoop was in place
he held gauze on it until the bleeding stopped and then watched with a
pleased expression while I coated everything with antibiotic ointment.

   "Very nice," I told him, grinning in admiration.  "You're a stud,
Tiger!"

   With the same stoic endurance Eddie sat still for the placement of a
stud in the fold of skin by his 'innie' belly button.  Then he turned his
head so I could insert another gold hoop in his left ear lobe.  When we
were done I held him up to the mirror for an admiring look at himself and
from the glass his eyes stared back at me in triumph.

   "That's awesome," I told him.  "Wait till the others see."

   "Yeah!  Mikey gonna be like all jealous!" This thought seemed to give
Eddie considerable satisfaction.  He turned his head for another appraisal
of his ear hoop and then asked again, "For real, you gonna like make Mikey
do it?"

   "Yeah."

   The boy giggled, preened himself by arching his neck and brushing a hand
over his dark curls; then he squirmed in my arms, turned towards me to kiss
my cheek.  "I like this, Joe."

   "Yeah.  I thought you would."

   "Uh-huh!  I like shootin' the guns an' shit!  When we like do the movie,
can we like get made up an' stuff like that?"

   "Sure.  We can do it now if you want."

   "Yeah!" With more wiggling Eddie hugged against me while I put him down
on his feet.  Keeping an arm around me he leaned close, watching as I
rummaged in a drawer by the sink.

   "What's that?"

   "Cami sticks." I pulled the plastic tubes from the back where they had
remained unused for more than a year.  "Hold still now.  Let me get you
fixed up."

   While the little boy stood in front of me I knelt down and used a black
stick to draw a band across his eyes.  The effect was dramatic and made
Eddie look like a young warrior from the rain forest.  Then I striped his
hips and groin with both green and black paint until there was an
impression of a skintight high cut Speedo.  It was a crude job, I was no
artist, but the boy was delighted with it.  He demanded to be picked up and
held in front of the mirror so he could satisfy himself with the way he
looked and then, when I got out my camera, he posed for picture after
picture.

   "I wanna show the other kids!"

   "Sure." I gave him an indulgent pat.  "Let's go wake 'em up."

   Downstairs in the basement I had Eddie strap on his knife before
unlocking the door to the big bedroom.  Inside it was dark, except for
light shining past the partly closed door to the bathroom.  All four of the
other boys were asleep but as Eddie and I came in I saw Rabbit's head
appear from under the covers followed by Todd's.

   "Check this out, guys," I said, turning on the lights.  "Eddie's got
something to show you."

   Moments later Scott and Mike were awake as well, yawning and rubbing
their eyes.  "Holy shit!" Scott said, staring.

   Eddie was posing for them, the gold on his small slim body glinting in
the overhead lights.

   "Oh wow!" Mike was staring as well, the envy Eddie had wanted to inspire
written all over his face.  Rabbit lifted himself on one elbow for a better
look and I caught the momentary flicker of fierce jealousy before my wiry
fighter concealed it.

   Closest to me on the bed, Todd squirmed around, his expressionless gaze
directed first at Eddie and then the other boys.

   "Joe!  Can we all like get painted up like that?" Scott wanted to know,
turning to give me an eager look.

   "Nope.  This is just for Eddie.  He thought of it all by himself and
asked first.  You guys will have to come up with something else."

   "Geez!" My sturdy little warrior turned to Eddie again and now there was
envy on his face as well as Mike's.  With a happy grin Eddie shifted
position, pushing out his hips to display himself.  His slim boner, painted
green, was jutting straight out like a hard little branch, the gold loop at
its tip wiggling and sparkling.  Mike stared a moment longer and then
turned to protest, "How come he gets all that stuff, Joe?  How come like
the rest of us don't?"

   "You'll get your chance," I told him and then clapped my hands.  "Let's
go.  Everybody up.  It's time for breakfast.  Then you guys need to work
out.  It's a full day today.  Get your workout shorts on.  All except you,
Eddie.  You're wearin' yours already!"

   This made the slim little boy giggle and while the rest scrambled out
from under the bed covers I went upstairs to start their breakfast.

   After oatmeal and toast the boys started their workout and I pushed them
hard, making them do a full routine, including the entire set of Navy Seal
aerobics and a wrestling practice.  They were all running with sweat by the
time they finished and Eddie's Cami paint was streaked down his legs and
face.  But the adornment of his slim body with gold had evidently
eliminated his shy modesty.  He remained naked throughout the morning and
showered with the rest of the boys before lunch without any self-conscious
concealment.

   Meanwhile my attention was focused on Mike.  The towheaded youngster was
now the only one without jewelry and I had expected some sort of jealous
reaction, although the one I got surprised me.  As the boys started their
workout sets, Mike kept glancing at his friend's ankle chain and gold
piercings, but when he began making whispered comments, just loud enough to
be overheard, the sly digs were directed at Todd, not Eddie.  Despite the
difference in height and age Mike's resentment had settled on the older boy
and he let no opportunity slip by without making it known.  If Todd had
difficulty finishing a set, Mike would nudge Eddie and whisper, "Crybaby
can't handle it..." Or else, "Fag boy's pussyin' out again..."

   Now and then Todd would grimace when he sat the wrong way on the weight
bench and this would draw a snicker from Mike, who would wait until Todd
had started his set before muttering to Eddie in a voice meant to be
overheard, "Fag boy's pussy must be hurtin' him again..."

   I noticed that both Scott and Rabbit were paying attention to this and
that it amused them, so I let it go on, curious to see what would happen.
During the aerobic sets Todd set up right next to Mike and made a point of
outperforming him, which brought a flush of anger to the towheaded boy's
face.  Later, during the wrestling, I deliberately paired the two and
watched with interest as they struggled together on the mat, Mike's face
grimacing in fury as he was trapped under Todd's slender but larger body,
and then the smaller boy's eventual fierce grin of triumph when he squirmed
free to reverse their positions.

   "Guess he likes it better on the bottom," Mike said to Eddie, slapping
his friend's hand before sitting down at the edge of the mat.

   Todd made no response to any of these remarks, although from time to
time I saw him give Mike a cold empty stare.

   After lunch I put Eddie and Todd together in the big bedroom, locked
Mike by himself in the small one and took Scott and Rabbit with me for a
rest period in my room upstairs.

   "Kind of interesting having three other kids here, isn't it," I
remarked, stretching out on the bed with one boy to either side of me.

   Scott giggled but Rabbit turned to roll against me and drew his knee up
on my thigh.  "I wanna' stay with you tonight," he begged.

   I put an arm around the lanky boy, hugged him, but shook my head.  "It's
Mike's turn.  You can stay with me the next one."

   This brought another giggle from Scott and like Rabbit he rolled against
me, squirming to rub himself on my hip.  Beneath the satin shorts the
blonde boy was rigidly hard and I felt the pressure of his quivering shaft
as he slid it back and forth.  "He ain't gonna like it, Joe."

   "We'll see."

   My hand slid down under the waistband of his shorts to glide over the
glossy smoothness of Scott's firm little butt.  The boy squirmed, twisting
his hips to allow himself to be stripped.  Then he pulled up his legs as we
worked the shorts off until he could kick them aside.  Naked, he thrust
himself against me, twisting and writhing, my fingers slipped into his
crease, tips pressing on the tight rim of his hole.

   On my other side Rabbit squirmed as well, lifting his hips so he could
pull down his shorts.  He struggled until they were all the way off, then
rolled against me, the shaft of his stiff hard boner throbbing as he rubbed
it on the brim of my pelvis.  I felt the boy quiver.  His wiry body
shuddered as his hips thrust in a bucking movement.  With my palm I
caressed the silky curve of his shoulder and then the writhing boy clung in
a tight hug; but my attention was on Scott who was tugging at my shorts,
pulling them down so he could take my rigid hardness into his mouth.

   The blonde boy's warmth engulfed me, his studded tongue licking my shaft
and I jerked, squeezing to hold back.  On my other side Rabbit pumped his
lean hips faster, thin wiry arms clutching around my shoulders.  I put my
fist on him, rubbing his slender shaft, slippery droplets running off his
tip, providing lubrication for the boy to slide in my grip, pushing in and
out, the hard butt cheeks clenching and unclenching as he pumped.  Suddenly
he groaned, went rigid, arched a little...  and then jerked as his stiff
shaft throbbed beneath my fingers, dribbles of warmth oozing from its slit.
I jerked again, panting a little as I held the boy in my grip, my own hard
rod quivering in Scott's mouth as he used his tongue stud on it.  Pressure
ramped up within my loins.  I lifted my hips, squeezing to hold it in, my
body shaking.  Scott, sensing how close I was, took me all the way into his
throat, burying his face in my groin, holding my tip locked in the
constricting heat of his gullet.

   The tide within me was bursting through, warmth spurting from my tip
into Scott's throat.  I arched up, squeezing as hard as I could, but
nothing could contain it.  The writhing of the two boys, Rabbit's silky
lean warmth sliding against my skin, Scott's studded tongue curling around
my shaft and the convulsive twisting of his hard compact little body as he
struggled to swallow my seed - all of it took me over the edge.  A
convulsive throb shot through me.  My shaft throbbed.  Another spurt burst
into Scott's throat...  and then my hips were jerking as my release came in
gush after gush.

   Scott swallowed, slender body twisting as he fought to take all my load,
and then he was pulling back to breathe, the gold stud in his tongue
sending a shiver of ecstasy through me as it pressed against my shaft.  My
arms tightened around Rabbit, locking the wiry boy against me as I bucked
again in another frenzy of throbbing spasms and then I was lying back on
the sheets, spent and gasping with both boys sprawled on me, their smooth
naked warmth pressed to my own.

   They slept for a while, hardly stirring when I sat up to draw a light
covering over us.  I circled my palms on them in slow gentle caress,
enjoying the feel of their silky firmness, listening to their soft
breathing.  I must have dozed a bit, because I woke to find Scott wiggling
against me, the tip of his hard little spike pushing on my side and his
head buried in my groin.  The boy grinned and wiggled the tip of his tongue
between his lips when I squeezed the firm mounds of his butt.

   "Fuck me, Joe," he whispered, eyes shining with excited desire.

   I glanced down at Rabbit whose head was resting on my chest.  The lanky
boy stirred a little, sighed and then snuggled closer in sleep.

   "Pull the cover back," I mouthed to Scott, showing what I wanted with a
gesture.

   I was lying on my back and when the blonde boy drew off the sheet with a
slow careful movement, my rod, now up and erect once more, was uncovered.
Scott grinned and leaned over me to lick it like a lollipop, giving the
shaft a glistening coat of saliva.  Then he wiggled around, keeping his
feet clear of Rabbit and after spreading his cheeks, lowered himself to be
impaled on my rampant member.

   As my blunt tip slid up into him I shuddered, pulling my head back in
ecstasy at the exquisite sensation of sheathing my full length in Scott's
tight heat.  The boy wiggled, quivering with pleasure, pressing the firm
curve of his butt to my groin.  Then he easing back, stretching out to lie
on top of me, secured by my arm around his chest and my jutting rod thrust
up into him.  Between Scott's legs his own little spike strained upward and
I began to rub it for him, at the same time lifting my hips to move my tip
deep within him, using a gentle rhythm so as not to wake Rabbit.

   Scott stretched his arms back, arching his beautiful supple body and
gave a little sigh of pleasure as I brought him to first one and then a
second jerking spasm of immature release.  Beads of milky moisture sparkled
at the top of his thick little stiffly and when he bucked a second time,
dribbles of fluid ran down over my rubbing fingers.  Our movements finally
woke Rabbit, whose eyes widened when he turned his head to peer up at me.

   "Joe?"

   "It's okay.  Scott's just fooling around a little."

   With a giggle the blonde boy arched stretching his perfect body even
more, wiggling on my impaling rod.

   "That's enough, Sport," I told him, tickling his taut little belly. 
Laughing, Scott squirmed even more straining to harden his jutting boner
and bring himself to another jerking climax, but I kept tickling until he
was forced to roll partway off me and my stiff member came out of him with
a soft pop.  I took both boys into the bathroom for a quick shower and then
led them downstairs where they put on denims for paintball practice.

   "We gonna do paintball for real like you promised, ain't we, Joe?"
Rabbit asked, giving me an anxious look.

   "I said so, didn't I?"

   The wiry boy's eyes fell and he nodded.

   "Just be patient." I patted his shoulder.  "Give these kids a week or so
to train up.  Then you get all the action you want.  And listen to me, Hot
Shot..." I put a hand beneath the boy's chin, lifting his face to mine.  "I
don't forget about you.  I would never do that.  Tomorrow night is your
night - nobody else's.  Stop worrying."

   His eyes met mine and I saw the need in them, the desperate appeal. 
"You're the best," I assured him, leaning down to whisper into his ear. 
"You're my gunfighter.  The best in the world, and I like you better than
any other kid there is.  I'm counting on you!"

   I felt him tremble as I said this, and if we had been alone I know he
would have come into my arms for a long deep kiss, but with Scott right
there he remained still, pride radiating from him as he stared up into my
face.

   "Let's get the others," I said and then added with a mischievous grin,
"You think I should pair up Mike with Todd?"

   Scott let out a giggle, but Rabbit only shrugged.

   When I unlocked the big bedroom door Todd and Eddie looked up from the
videogame they were playing and scrambled over to me.  "Paintball
practice," I announced.  "Get your clothes on."

   Going into the bathroom I unlocked the connecting door to the small room
and found Mike on his feet with an eager look on his face.  "Paintball," I
told him.

   Without a word the towheaded boy ran to get his denims and I ordered,
"Rabbit - you, Todd and Mike, outside first.  Eddie and Scott, you guys
have target drills down here until we switch."

   Scott whispered something to Eddie and as I led the other three boys
upstairs there was a sound of giggling behind us.

   Outside the day was overcast, the temperature cool, but we all warmed up
quickly once the practice got going.  The intensity was there, just as I
had wanted, with both Todd and Mike fanning their enmity by competing to
outdo the other.  Rabbit, who regarded paintball as his own special
possession, not only beat both of them in scoring, but also demonstrated
how he could make them miss as he dodged and weaved, acting as the target.

   Despite the fall weather, all three were dripping with sweat when I
brought them back inside.  Down in the basement, Eddie and Scott were
involved in a complicated game of their own invention, which scored points
for shooting out of difficult positions.  I let them finish and then herded
them upstairs along with Mike again because I did not want him left with
Todd if I was not present.

   "You can show these guys some of those moves of yours," I told him when
he looked up as if to ask why he was being singled out.  This appeared to
satisfy him and with a final glance at Todd he led the way back upstairs
where the subsequent practice turned out to be a wild one with all three
boys blasting away at each other, improvising spectacular 'death's when
they took hits.

   While the boys cleaned up afterwards I made supper, with Scott and
Rabbit helping to carry things downstairs.  We all ate picnic style in the
workout area and amid their excited chatter about the day's practice I
watched the interaction between the boys.  Todd sat as far away from Mike
as possible and I noted that he positioned himself so his weight was always
to either one side of his butt or the other, never in the middle.  Mike,
whose sharp eyes were always going to the other boy, spotted this and there
was a sarcastic grin on his sly features.

   Once the meal was cleared up the boys scrambled for their laser vests.
While they stepped into their thongs and inserted their rear end
electrodes, I used the opportunity to apply more aloe to Todd's bruised
opening.

   "How's this doing?" I asked.

   The slim boy shrugged.  "It's okay."

   Across the room I saw Mike watching us.  He leaned over to say something
to Eddie, which made the curly haired little boy giggle.

   "Try to win the last round," I whispered as I slid in Todd's rectal lead
for him.  "I got something special as a prize tonight."

   Once the lights were off and the boys had started their game I watched
the action unfold from an out-of-the-way spot by the target stand.  It was
soon apparent that Mike and Todd were deliberately stalking each other, but
after a while some other patterns emerged as well.  In his target selection
Rabbit, like Mike, seemed to be after Todd, while both Scott and Eddie
tended to position themselves so their combined fire would take out Mike.
Because of the constant running and dodging, these factors tended to cancel
each other out and all the boys managed to win at least one round.  But the
patterns were there all the same.  I watched with amusement as Todd lined
up a shot at Mike only to be ambushed by Rabbit.  A minute later Mike's
careful positioning for an attack on Todd got spoiled by a volley of laser
bolts from Scott and Eddie.

   Regardless of other rivalries, every one of the boys competed with the
rest for dramatic and spectacular ways to be 'wounded' or to 'die'.  Here
Scott and Rabbit had the advantage because they had watched Javier's actual
death agony and after both had reenacted that several times the other boys
started imitating them.  Eddie and Scott did it the most times.  Although
all five boys writhed in erotic pleasure from the repeated electric shocks
of multiple laser hits, and sometimes deliberately made themselves targets,
Eddie and Scott sought opportunities more than the other three.  Scott was
particularly good at creating situations where he could take fire from
several players at once, his beautifully formed compact body jerking and
twisting as hit after hit triggered his vest, taking him to the floor
writhing in pretended agony.  But as good as he was, Eddie created a
performance that topped it.

   The small, curly haired boy looked for as many chances to be ambushed
and 'killed' as Scott did, often setting himself up by repeated attacks on
Mike, goading his towheaded companion into stalking him for retaliation. 
Then Eddie would evade until Mike had him in a crossfire with another
player where a spectacular 'death' could be enacted.  After doing this
several times he finally arranged a situation where he was next to the
weight bench with every other player - Mike, Todd, Rabbit and Scott as well
- shooting at him.  With the 'Zap!  Zap!' sounds and LED flashes from his
vest going continually he reacted to the shocks, slender little body
arching and twisting.  He went to his knees, jerked in more convulsive
writhing...  then fell back against the bench knocking it onto its side so
that he ended up draped over its upturned edge.  Somehow as he did this
Eddie managed to pull aside the pouch of his thong and after his body
stopped twitching, he lay in sprawled pretended death, his little boner
jutting outward, the gold ring at its tip a tiny sparkle in the dim light.
Since he was the first to be 'killed' in that round he lay there for some
time while the others continued the game, his hard slick shaft remaining up
in quivering rigidity.

   Right away I could tell Scott was jealous of this refinement, which he
had not thought of.  Instead of setting up a spectacular 'death' of his
own, he concentrated on winning the round, something he could nearly always
do when he tried because, even though Rabbit had improved a lot, he was
still the best laser tag player of the five boys.  In subsequent rounds all
the rest imitated Eddie, including Scott, but it was Rabbit, the only other
one with a cock ring, who did it best.  He found several ways to 'die' in a
hail of laser bolts so that he ended up in a death sprawl, his head, arms,
and shoulders dangling off the corner of the bed or the end of the weight
bench with his stiff boner jutting upward to show off the gold at its tip.

   When I announced the last round and got the usual groans and protests
of, "It's too early to stop yet, Joe!" I glanced at Todd and saw that he
remembered what I had told him at the start.  His eyes flicked to mine for
an instant and he nodded.  In the round that followed, Eddie and Scott were
striving once again for spectacular 'death', but Mike, Todd and Rabbit were
all trying to win.  Mike's focus on Todd cost him several shots he should
have taken at Rabbit who nailed him in a burst of laser fire and left him
writhing in simulated death on the mats by the cable machine.  This left
Todd and Rabbit one-on-one and I waited for the outcome, curious to see how
Todd would do.  The slender boy fought well, he had learned some tricks in
a few days we had practiced, but Rabbit was quicker, more experienced and
the better shot.  He maneuvered Todd into a corner where he could not
escape, blasted him with hit after hit and the writhing boy, jerking to the
electric shocks, was unable to return fire.  To his credit he enacted a
good death scene, going to his knees, then tumbling onto the floor with his
thong pulled aside so his stiff shaft could shut outward as he lay staring
up with unblinking eyes.  Rabbit stood over him for a moment and then
raised his arms in triumph.

   "Nice," I told him, switching lights back on.  "You guys are getting
awesome at this!"

   Mike giggled on I helped him to his feet, his sharp features split by a
happy grin.  So did Eddie when I gave him a hand, his glance going for a
moment to his stiff boner with its sparkling ring and then back to me with
an excited smile.  Even Todd, who I knew was disappointed, was grinning as
he got to his feet.

   Scott had arranged to 'die' in the bedroom, spread-eagled and half
sprawled off the mattress.  He continued to play dead when I came to get
him and would not stop pretending until we all tickled him, making him curl
into a ball shrieking with laughter.  I only let him up when he pleaded
that he was about to pee himself, and after lying on the bed for a few
moments grinning up at me, he finally elevated himself to a sitting
position.

   "Good job today, all you guys," I told them, surveying my five boys. 
Digging into the pocket of my shorts I pulled out two vials of cocaine
powder and held them up.  "I didn't tell you, but I've got a prize for the
winners."

   "Aw crud, Joe!" Scott protested when I handed the vials to Rabbit and
Todd.

   "Next time, don't let yourself get killed off so easy," I said, grinning
at him.  Then I looked around at the others.  "From now on, every night,
there's gonna' be a prize for the winners of the last round.  So be ready
to compete."

   Rabbit had already opened his vial and was getting ready to snort it,
but Todd was still regarding the one he held with confusion.

   "Watch how he does it," I said, gesturing at Rabbit.  My rangy
gunfighter put the vial to his nose, tilted his head back and sucked in the
contents.  I saw his hard wiry body shudder.  Then his pupils widened as
the drug hit.

   "Now you try it," I told Todd.

   The slender boy glanced at me, bit his lower lip and then, after
uncapping his vial, held it to his nose for a cautious sniff.

   "Come on," I said, laughing.  I pulled his head back, dumped the
contents of the vial in one nostril and commanded, "Suck it up!"

   The boy tried, shuddered, nearly lost his balance and then, as the rest
of the boys laughed, he doubled over and sneezed.

   "That's the way!" I smacked him several times on the shoulders and when
he stood up I could tell he was feeling it.  He stared up at me wide-eyed.

   "Nice, huh?"

   Todd nodded and all the other boys cracked up.

   "Okay, vests off," I commanded.  "Everybody into the shower!"

   Amid more excited giggling all five began to unzip, wiggling free of
vests and electrodes.  Scott led the way into the bathroom with the rest
following, but I grabbed Mike's shoulder and held him back.  "Not you."

   Leading the naked boy out through the workout area I put him into the
small bedroom, told him to wait and locked him in.  From the bathroom came
excited laughter and the sound of water running in the shower.  I took my
time going back, gathering up the vests for later cleanup before looking in
to check on the boys.  I found a tableau when I did, the bathroom steamy
from the running shower and Todd sprawled back against the sink counter,
his slim legs apart and Scott on his knees in front of him.  Both boys
looked up to grin at me as I came through the door.  From Todd's groin his
thickened boy stick jutted out stiff and quivering, its shaft slicked with
Scott's saliva.  There was a glittering sparkle of moisture at the tip.

   "Getting him all set?" I asked Scott and the blonde boy nodded,
giggling. He went to the toilet, leaned over straddling it, and I showed
Todd how to get into position behind him.  "Spit on your fingers," I told
him.  "Spread it on your dick.  Yeah, that's it.  Get it nice and gooey. 
Now spread his cheeks and go up in him.  Yeah, just like that.  Push it
right in.  You won't hurt him.  He likes it.  That's it..."

   Of all five boys Todd's jutting, half adult size rod was the largest and
I watched its blunt head squeeze through Scott's dimpled ring.  As the rest
of the glistening shaft sank in, the blonde boy's head pulled back and I
could tell he was bearing down to open himself fully.  With a moan of
pleasure Scott quivered, thrusting back with his hips very slightly to
enable Todd's full penetration.  Then, as the two boys merged, Scott gave
another little moan and began to writhe, pushing the rounded curve of his
buttocks into his taller partner's silky smooth groin.

   Todd's head drew back.  His graceful body arched and he gave a long
groan of ecstasy, "Uhhhhhhhh..."

   "Where's the other two?" I asked, looking around.  "Did they decide to
shower together?"

   Scott giggle was cut off by another groan of pleasure because Todd's
hips had begun to pump.  From behind the shower curtain I heard a sound of
panting grunts that were just audible over the gush of water, "Uh...  Uh...
Uh...  Uh..."

   "Okay, listen up," I said, tapping on the curtain and then squeezing
Todd's shoulder.  "I want you guys to get cleaned up real good, and then
don't stay up too late.  You got full training all tomorrow!  I'm gonna
push you hard, so be ready!"

   The boys gave no indication that they had heard me, but I left anyway,
leaving them to their fun.  Locking the big bedroom door behind me, I
gathered up the vests and took them over to the area behind the stairs
where the big freezer still held Javier's wrapped body.  I cleaned
everything, wiped down the metal electrodes with antiseptic wipes and
alcohol.  Then, with chores out of the way, I went to the door of the small
bedroom, unlocked it and slipped inside.

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