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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 16

   Scott leaned over, offering a hand to help Rabbit regain his feet as I
turned away and hurried down the steep wooden stairs.  After unlocking the
gate, I grabbed the long narrow wooden bench that sat next to it in the
corridor and by the time it had been dragged into the space beyond the boys
were joining me; first Scott, eyes glowing amid his face paint, then
Rabbit, followed by Todd and Eddie.  Every one of them had a boner and
Eddie's was still on display, his thong pulled aside allowing the rigid
little shaft to jut straight out, the gold piercing twinkling at its tip.
The boy gave me a mischievous grin and giggled when he saw me staring.

   "Vests off!" I ordered and they all unzipped, wiggling their arms free
and stepping out of the thongs to stand naked in front of me.

   "Where's Mike?" Eddie asked, his dark curls shining in the dim light as
he glanced around.

   The other three boys all looked at him and after a moment Rabbit
laughed.

   "Mike got eliminated," I answered and reached into my pocket for the
vials I had there.  "Okay, everybody gets one of these." I passed around
the little bottles of white powder.  Eddie watched Scott and Rabbit unscrew
the tops so they could snort the contents and then did the same, but Todd
stood holding his little bottle looking puzzled.

   "Like this," I said taking it from him and removing the top.  Scott
giggled as he, Rabbit and Eddie watched me pull Todd's head back, holding
the vial to his nose.  "Suck it in," I ordered.  "Take a good hard snort!"

   Todd did so.  The powder flew up his nostril making him squirm and then
sneeze.  I helped him wipe his nose and then smiled when I saw from his
eyes that the drug had hit.  "Nice?"

   The boy nodded, bringing laughter from the other three and I patted his
smooth rounded shoulder.  With a soothing caress I ran my palm down over
Todd's firm chest and the satiny sheath of his narrow tummy.  From his
groin the boy�s thickened rod jutted out in quivering rigidity.  I let my
fingertips slide down onto it brushing with a feathery lightness along the
slick stretched skin.  Then I rubbed a few times with thumb and forefinger.

   "Makes ya� pretty hard, doesn't it," I told him.  There was more
laughter from the rest as he nodded again.

   "Okay," I said, looking around at them.  "Mike's had it.  Who took him
out?  Anyone remember?"

   There was silence for a moment as the boys all glanced at each other. 
Then Todd's eyes came to mine.  "I think it was me."

   I patted his upper arm.  "Good job.  You get to bring him in then.  The
rest of you guys help.  Rabbit, Scott...  Get Mike's vest off, and then
show Todd how to drag him in by the ankles.  Eddie, you bring his gun..."

   The boys were all moving, Scott in the lead, Rabbit and Todd following,
with Eddie close behind.  They disappeared into the maze and after a while
I heard Rabbit's voice calling, "He's over here!"

   A minute or so went by in which I heard a faint murmur of the boys
talking to one another and then everything went silent.  A sound came, the
soft hiss of a body being dragged.  Todd appeared, backing toward me from
between the pillars, pulling Mike along by the ankles, sliding him on his
back, the small boy's arms trailing behind.

   "Over here," I told him, gesturing at the bench.  Todd pulled the boy
over to it with Scott, Rabbit and Eddie following like a procession,
carrying Mike's vest and laser gun.

   Picking Mike up by his outstretched arms I helped Todd lay out the limp
naked boy on the bench, positioning him face up with his legs sprawled to
either side and arms dangling.  Then all four of us gathered around looking
down at the body.  Mike's head was half turned to the side, his eyes
staring, sharp features twisted in a grimace.  A trail of bright red blood
ran down in a trickle from the corner of his open mouth.  The thick dart
fired by the vest was embedded to its full length in his neck with the
needle tip visible on the other side where it had emerged.  The boy looked
dead, but when I leaned down and tugged at the dart his small wiry body
twitched.

   "There was like all blood back there, Joe," Rabbit told me.

   "Yeah," Eddie said.  "He was like lyin' in it."

   "It got all over his vest." Scott held it up to show me.

   "We'll clean it up," I assured them.  I was tugging at the dart.  It
slid free and Mike twitched again, eyelids fluttering.  There was a
gurgling noise as he took a breath.  I looked at Todd.  "He's still alive.
You wanna fuck him?  He's yours if you want him.  You took him down."

   "Yeah!"

   To my surprise the slim graceful boy nodded in agreement.  With a cold
hard expression he walked over to the end of the bench and stared at Mike's
young form stretched out before him on the bench.

   "Help me get the knees up," I told Rabbit and each of us took one of
Mike's legs.  Drawing them back against the towheaded youngster's chest
stretched open his ass.  Mike made no movement as we did this, but when
Todd straddled the bench, moved forward, and leaned over to guide himself
into the smaller boy's puckered opening, I felt a twitch in the leg I was
holding.  Although his eyes continued to stare blankly, a gurgling noise
came from the dying boy's throat.

   Todd kept one hand on his thick hard shaft as he forced the tip into the
body beneath him.  I pulled Mike's knee outward, gesturing for Rabbit to do
the same on his side and with a little grunt Todd thrust with his hips. 
Another quiver shot through the small splayed form on the bench as Todd's
thick rod buried itself, sinking to half its length in Mike's chute.  My
eyes went just above to the towheaded boy's groin where his little boy worm
was lifting.  It swayed and then hardened into jutting rigidity as Todd
adjusted position.  Then the older boy leaned forward, covering Mike with
his slender lean body, driving all the way in, locking himself against
Mike�s stretched ass.

   Another tremor jerked Mike.  Eyes staring blankly, he writhed, straining
against the full penetration.  More gurgling rattled in his throat.  His
arms twitched.  Scott and Eddie, giggling from excitement and the cocaine,
each took one of Mike's arms and stretched them back behind his head. 
Rabbit and I crossed Mike's dainty ankles over the small of Todd's back
where I held them in place as Todd ground his hips, twisting and pushing to
work himself as far up into the dying boy as he could.

   "Did you bring the knife, Joe?" Rabbit asked with fierce eagerness. 
"Can I like finish him when they're done?"

   "No.  That's the prize for the winner.  Scott gets to do that.  You go
hold that arm back, and Scott -- stand right there by Mike's head.  When I
tell you, twist it and break his neck."

   The boys moved into place, Rabbit taking over the job of holding Mike's
left arm stretched back and Scott getting clear to the end of the bench
where the towheaded boy's head lolled, half turned to the left, with
staring eyes and half open mouth.  Leaning forward to avoid Todd who was
supporting himself over Mike's small taut form by gripping the sides of the
bench, Scott placed his hands to either side of Mike's head and lifted his
gaze to me.

   I nodded.  "Wait till I tell you."

   Above him Todd's eyes were glowing like a cat's as he began to pump his
hips, moving within Mike, sliding his stiff shaft back and forth through
the unresisting boy's tight opening.  In the grip of cocaine and the post
orgasmic thrill of the game, the others watched in excited fascination as
Todd's movements quickened and his breaths came faster.  Beneath him Mike
quivered in response, lean little body jerking, chest heaved in a struggle
for air, breaths gurgling in the back of his throat.  Bright red blood
welled up in the gaping mouth, running in a steady flow from the corner,
trickling onto the floor.  Now and then there would be a gasping breath and
the compact little form would heave in spasm, legs and arms jerking as we
held them in place.

   Suddenly Todd's movements quickened even more, hips pounding as he
thrust with all his force against Mike's stretched ass.  He groaned,
closing his eyes, pulling his head back, slim body arched.

   "Get ready," I told Scott.  Eyes gleaming, my sturdy young fighter
leaned forward, tightening his grip on Mike's blonde head.

   Panting in quick gasps Todd thrust up into Mike a few more times,
pounding against the splayed little body, grinding with his hips to
heighten the penetration.  Then with a shuddering heave he drove himself in
again, holding himself there, his slender form arched like a drawn bow. 
Suddenly he began to buck, jerking again and again in spasm.

   I nodded to Scott.  "Now!"

   With a movement that knotted all the muscles of his arms and strong
shoulders, the blonde boy twisted Mike's head around until there was a dull
crunch of snapping bone.  The small body heaved up.  I had to exert force
to keep its ankles locked in place on Todd's back as the legs jerked in
spasm.  For several moments Mike's hips heaved against Todd's bucking
loins. Then, as the older boy's thrusting motions eased Mike's body relaxed
in death beneath him, arms dangling limply when Rabbit and Eddie let go of
them.

   Todd lay stretched out on the dead boy, panting to catch his breath.  I
lowered Mike's legs to either side of the bench and then stepped back,
waiting.  None of us spoke while Todd's breathing slowed.  After awhile he
struggled to his feet, spent and flaccid.  Beneath him the dead boy's boner
was still erect, jutting up in a little spike and I pointed to it.  "See
how it stays up after you break the neck?  And did you see how he jerked
around when you did it?"

   "Awesome," Scott breathed, staring fascinated.

   "That is like wicked rad!" Eddie told us.

   Todd straddled the bench looking down at the dead boy he had just taken.
Then he allowed me to steady him so he could back away.  A moment later
there was a hiss of leaking air and a dribble of urine ran from Mike's
penis as it wilted into flaccidity.  With a sound of more gas escaping the
youngster's body settled.  A foul smell assaulted our nostrils.

   "Yuck!" Eddie wrinkled his nose in disgust.

   "That's what happens when you die," Scott explained to him.  "You go all
like limp and whatever's inside you comes out."

   "That's why I told you to take a good dump before coming over," I said,
patting Eddie on the shoulder.  "That way if you get taken out you don't
shit yourself and make a big mess."

   The curly haired youngster stared up at me, face twisted in a grimace.
"Eewww, gross!"

   "Mike did a good job."

   I gathered the dead boy's legs, tying the dainty ankles together with a
leather strap that I had ready in my pocket.  I held him up, head and arms
dangling.  "See?" I pointed to the rounded little buttocks and then at the
bench.  "He didn't shit himself.  Everything's clean.  He got it all
emptied out just like I told him to."

   "So did I," Eddie asserted, following me over to the hook by the door
where I used the strap to hang up Mike's limp body.  "I got it all out,
Joe. I did it just like you said.  I wouldn't of shit either if it had been
me."

   "I know." The small boy was looking up at me, anxious for praise and I
drew him close, hugging him around his slender shoulders.  "I know you did
it just right.  And you played a perfect game.  I'm really proud of you."

   This was what he wanted to hear and Eddie beamed, the taut little form
trembling from cocaine and all the thrilling excitement as he pressed
against me.

   "I'm really proud of all you guys," I told the other three who had come
over as well to watch Mike's body be suspended from the hook.  Both Rabbit
and Scott had seen it before with Javier, but for Todd it was new and the
slender boy stood next to Rabbit, his face expressionless and eyes alert
with interest.  Every one of them was erect, their hard boners sticking out
in proud display, all of them consciously or unconsciously standing so as
to show themselves off.  Scott's classic sculpted form and blonde good
looks were heightened to stunning effect by his face paint.  In the play of
light and shadow on his glossy smooth body he might have been the young
Alexander, painted to ride into his first battle and kill his first man. 
The same light and the blue star on Rabbit's lean features transformed his
angular body into a thing of mysterious elfin like beauty.  Beside him
Todd's slim grace and delicate shadowed features were a subtle blend of
lines and silky curves that, combined with his breath of shoulders,
produced an ethereal presence, as if the very spirit of boyhood itself had
taken form to confront me.

   For a moment I stared at my fighters, trying to set their images into my
mind because I knew beyond any doubt that no camera could ever capture what
I was seeing at that instant.  Then I hugged little Eddie's shoulders once
again.  The boy was still looking up at me, eyes glowing at the attention I
was paying him, his slender boner more rampant than ever, up at a 45�
angle, the gold piercing flashing at the tip, quivering to his heart beats.

   "You say there's a lot of blood where Mike went down?" I asked.

   "Yeah, there's like this big puddle."

   "It like got all over his vest, Joe," Rabbit said, stepping over to pick
the vest up.  The sticky smears were black in the dim light.

   "No problem.  I'll take care of all that.  Why don't you guys run around
and unload all the cameras while I clean up."

   "Yeah! ...  Cool!"

   The boys all crowded around me as I led the way to the mop closet where
we put Mike's vest into the sink.  Then I pulled out the wooden ladder I
used to get at the cameras.  High on cocaine, all four youngsters danced
about, unable to keep still and once Rabbit got hold of the ladder they
dashed off with him into the maze.  I listened to their excited whooping
and shrill giggles while I rinsed the blood off Mike's vest.  Then I filled
a bucket with soapy water and took it, along with the mop, to the place
where Mike had bled out.  In the dim light between the pillars the dead
boy's blood looked like a pool of shiny black oil.  I mopped all of it up,
scrubbed the floor and then made my way back to the open space by the gate,
mopping as I went to get all the stains left by the body where it had been
dragged.

   Once the cleanup was done I rinsed out the bucket and mop, left them by
the closet to dry, and brought a folded plastic sheet with me back to the
gate.  The boys were still in the maze with the ladder and I could hear
them calling to each other, laughing as they played some sort of game which
involved chasing each other.  Scott was giggling, Rabbit's voice and
Eddie's excited squeals were all distinct, but Todd was silent as usual.

   For a while I stood by Mike's body where it hung dangling upside down
suspended from the strap around its ankles, and as I brushed fingers over
the dead boy's glossy hip and flank I reviewed the action of the game in my
mind.  Mike had been intent on getting Todd.  I was sure of it.  He had
stalked the older boy multiple times, passing up other shots, risking hits
on himself, in order to get chances at the target he sought.  Had he known
when his shoulder tube fired the dart into his neck that it had been Todd
who had taken him down?  I doubted it.  His back had been turned and the
hit came unexpectedly.  Mike�s final thoughts had probably been only
shock and disbelief as he collapsed to the floor drowning in his own blood.
Unconsciousness had come too quickly for anything else.

   "I'm gonna miss you, half-pint," I murmured, sliding my palm over the
silky stretched surface of the boy's narrow tummy.  Then I reached up,
unfastened the slim gold chain of his right ankle and stepped back,
pocketing it.

   There was a slapping sound of bare feet on concrete and a grinning Scott
followed closely by Eddie and Rabbit burst out of the maze to cluster
around me, young faces aglow with eager excitement.

   "Here's the camera stuff, Joe!"

   Scott passed a handful of memory sticks to me.

   "Did you get them all?"

   "Uh-huh!"

   All three boys were still high, bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat
as they wiggled around me, jostling and laughing.  I counted the flash
drives to be sure every camera had been emptied and then glanced around. 
"Where's Todd?"

   "He's bringin' the ladder," Rabbit told me.

   "Yeah," Eddie giggled.  "He like got tagged last!"

   There was a bumping, scraping sound and Todd emerged from between the
pillars, dragging the wooden ladder.  Pocketing the memory sticks, I went
to get the ladder and while I put away the boys chased each other up onto
the observation platform where I heard them laughing and wrestling.

   "Picture time," I yelled up and bare feet thudded on the stairs as all
four ran down to cluster around me.

   "Take mine," Scott pleaded, reaching me first.  "I was winner.  Take
mine like on that bench.  I'll like pretend to be dead and shit."

   "No, me!  Take me!" Eddie pleaded.

   Rabbit gave the little boy a sly look and then tugged at my arm.  "Get
one of him suckin' me, Joe.  He'll do it."

   "Yeah!" Eddie said, giggling.

   Todd was standing close to my right side, face expressionless, and I put
an arm around his silky smooth shoulders.  "First we'll get Scott's
pictures.  He was the winner.  Then Todd gets to have one because he took
out the loser..."

   "Then me an' Rabbit," Eddie interrupted.

   "Yeah, okay," I promised with a smile.  "Come on."

   The boys ran ahead into the open space behind the gate and Scott
stretched himself out face up on the bench, arms flung back and legs
straddling it, his perfect body a sculpted work of art in the dim light.

   "Make it look like I'm dead," he pleaded after I had fetched the digital
camera and taken a position by the end of the bench looking down on him.

   He pulled his head back to arch his compact muscular form and stared up,
eyes blank in pretended death.  I took a series of shots, moving around him
to different angles so the star pattern on his face would show up clearly.
Then, when I was satisfied, I gave him a tap to signal that he could relax
from his pose.  Grinning at me, Scott lifted his head and I took his hand,
helping him to a sitting position.  Leaning close I whispered, "That was
perfect, Sport."

   "I wish it was real," he whispered back and I gave the firm muscular
sheath of his stomach a stroking caress.

   "Now me," Eddie demanded, taking Scott's place as soon as the blonde boy
stood up.

   He stretched out on the bench in the same pose, gold hoop twinkling at
the tip of his jutting boy spike and his slim body a glistening in the dim
light.

   "Okay," I told him.  "Hang on.  Check this out."

   Taking Mike's ankle chain from my pocket I bent over and fastened it
around Eddie�s neck.  The fit was snug with just enough slack to lock the
clasp.  The boy lifted a hand to feel the tiny gold links, looking up at me
with delight.

   "That's a slave collar," I told him.  "You get that for being the
youngest, the smallest, but one of the bravest in this fight.  I'm really
proud of you, Tiger!"

   I doubt if anything could have pleased the boy more.  Pride glowed in
his eyes as he glanced around in triumph at the others who were gathered
around watching.  Then, wiggling all over, squirming with pleasure on the
bench, he stared up wide-eyed at me.  "Do my picture like Scott's, Joe!  I
want it just like him!"

   "Got it, Tiger."

   I straightened up and Eddie let his slim thighs sag apart, posing with
his head dangling off the end of the bench in simulated death.  Once again,
I moved around taking pictures from all angles and then I waved Rabbit into
position, standing with his jutting boner near Eddie's mouth.

   "Take him," I ordered and with a giggle Eddie parted his lips so Rabbit
could slide in with his stiff rod.

   The young boy began to suck, moving his tongue while Rabbit leaned
forward pushing in to full length, groin pressed against Eddie's face.  I
took shots from various distances, and Rabbit arched his lean body,
grinding and humping, with Eddie working on him until suddenly the lanky
boy's eyes closed and he moaned, pushing against Eddie's mouth.  He gave a
few convulsive jerks, panting a little...  then slowly withdrew from
between the smaller boy�s parted lips, stiff shaft wet and glistening
with Eddie's saliva.

   Scott, Todd and I all stood without moving, watching as the Eddie
stretched out on the bench, head back, slim arms extended, the hard little
jut of his gold tipped boner quivering upward from his groin.  Squirming on
the wooden surface he drew his slim, perfectly formed legs up to his chest,
took hold behind his dimpled knees to part his thighs and lay, ass
stretched open, the rim of his dainty opening winking as the muscle
tightened and relaxed.

   "Let him do we, Joe," Eddie begged in a voice high and soft like a small
child's.  The boy's eyes were staring, bright with passionate desire.  In
the dim light the snug gold slave collar around his neck was a faint
sparkling gleam.  The shiny black curls of his hair glistened like tongues
of dark flame around his delicate features.

   I signaled to Rabbit and while the lanky boy moved around to straddle
the bench, Eddie's small young body stretched open in invitation before
him, I took picture after picture.  Taking hold of his jutting boner with
thumb and two fingers Rabbit leaned forward, placed the tip into the center
of Eddie's gaping hole and then, with the young boy moaning in ecstasy,
Rabbit entered, sliding the full-length of his saliva slick hardness into
the writhing youngster beneath him.

   Beside me, Scott and Todd, restless in the grip of their cocaine high
had been whispering to each other and a moment later I heard a soft
metallic clank followed by a giggle.  Glancing over I saw Todd leaning back
against the gate, hands over his head, grasping two of the bars, while
Scott knelt in front of him.  As I snapped a few pictures the blonde boy
took Todd into his mouth and the taller boy's eyes closed as Scott's head
began to bob.

   Soft high pitched squeals were coming from Eddie, �Uh� Uh� Uh�
Uh�� I turned back toward the bench where the mounds of Rabbit's pale
hips were pumping, his shaft sliding within the curly haired little boy's
loins.  Eddie�s small body was arched up, arms and legs wrapped around
the older boy.  Head pulled back, eyes closed in the throes of passion,
every muscle in Eddie's taut little form was etched in tension as he strove
to open himself to Rabbit's thrusts.  I got more pictures, moving in close
for a shot of Rabbit's glistening slick boner sliding back and forth
through Eddie's boy hole.

   Sudden jerks made both boys shudder.  Then Eddie gave a little cry as
Rabbit's hips pounded faster.  The sensation radiating from his groin made
the lanky boy pull his head back and arch in a bow.  He gave a few final
bucks, then locked himself against Eddie, pushing up into the young boy as
far as possible.  Beneath him Eddie was heaving, his entire body in spasm.
With more little cries, "Uh...  Uh...  Uh..." he kicked his legs, dainty
feet twisting.  There was a final shudder, the two boys hugging together...
then they slowly collapsed, panting, Eddie's legs slipping off to either
side of Rabbit.  The older boy lay sprawled on top of him.

   Behind me, arched back against the gate, Todd was moaning in panting
gasps of his own, his slender body responding to Scott's mouth and tongue.
With a sudden spasm of bucking and heaving his release came, leaving him
sagging against the bars, staring blankly.  Scott let Todd�s quivering
rod slide out from between his lips.

   None of the boys wanted to stop when I told them it was time to go home.
Scott danced from one foot to another in front of me pleading, "Come on,
Joe!  One more time for real!  It's like totally awesome.  Just one more.
Please!"

   "Yeah, Joe.  Again!" Eddie begged.  He was leaning back against Rabbit
who held an arm protectively around the smaller boy's chest.  In the dim
light Eddie's eyes were bright with excitement and he was squirming like a
little puppy, head pulled back to giggle up at Rabbit when the taller boy
said, "Yeah, come on, Joe!  One more.  We got time."

   "Please, Joe," Scott begged, staring up at me and bouncing with
eagerness.

   Next to him Todd gazed up at me as well, eyes glowing.

   "Nope," I said, going over to Rabbit and stroking his soft brown hair.
"I promised it would be paintball for real next time.  You guys all have to
wait until then..." There were groans from Scott and Eddie but I kept
shaking my head.  "Two more sets of pictures," I told them, gesturing at
Todd.  "First you...  Over next to Mike, because you took him out.  Then
everybody..."

   With Todd standing next to Mike's dangling body, his expression one of
cold triumphant pride, I got several excellent shots.  Then we finished
with a group picture, all the boys standing with the corpse, the taller
ones - Rabbit and Todd - to either side, Eddie in front and Scott standing
with him, arms crossed, looking confident and cocky in a winner's pose.

   Cocaine still had the boys edgy and they played tag with each other
while I unfolded a plastic tarp on the floor, took down Mike's body and
rolled it up.

   "Okay, let's go," I yelled out and with a burst of giggling laughter all
four of my fighters emerged from the dim aisles of the maze to gather
around me.

   "Bring the vests and guns," I told them, shouldering the wrapped corpse.


   They formed a procession behind me, Rabbit, Todd and Scott, all carrying
vests, Eddie with the laser guns bunched up in his arms.  Single file they
followed me around to the entrance where I shut off the power and then
cracked open the door so I could peer out and be sure there was no one to
see us transfer everything into the van.  Moments later my four naked
warriors were out in the cool air, waiting for me to unlock the van's cargo
door.  When it was slid to the side they all scrambled in, seemingly
oblivious to the cold temperature because the cocaine was still having an
effect.  I get the engine started so it would warm up while I locked the
warehouse and by the time we hit the service road there was hot air blowing
into the cargo space.

   "Where we goin�, Joe?" Scott demanded, kneeling behind my seat to peer
over my shoulder.  "Let's go get a pizza!"

   "Dressed like that?" I said, grinning as I looked at his painted face
and nude form in my rearview mirror.

   The boy looked down at himself and laughed.  "Oh, yeah.  I guess not."

   "We can still get a pizza, though, can't we, Joe?" Rabbit asked,
crawling over on the Ensolite pad to join him.  "You can like order one for
delivery, right?"

   "Absolutely," I said, nodding.

   "An� I get to choose the toppings," Scott asserted, �Cause' like I
was winner."

   "Choose away," I said, pulling out my cell phone.

   "Black olive and green pepper!"

   "Aw, Come on!" Rabbit protested.  "Joe!" He appealed to me looking at me
in the mirror.  "Joe, don't let him do that.  He's like the only one who
likes that!  It ain�t fair!"

   "He was the winner," I said, smiling.  But as Rabbit opened his mouth to
protest again I held up a hand.  "Tell you what.  Scott can have his own
black olives and green pepper pizza and I'll order a few sausage and
pepperoni ones for the rest of you."

   "All right!" Rabbit loved pepperoni.  "Geez!  Olives and green pepper!
How weird can you be!"

   "Weird enough to beat you at laser tag," Scott retorted with a
triumphant look.  "I beat you every time when it's for real!"

   �He's got a point," I told Rabbit.

   But the lanky boy lifted his blue star painted face and said, "Yeah, but
let's see who wins at paintball!  Bet I do!"

   "When can we do it, Joe?" Scott asked, his expression bright and eager.
"Can we do it like tomorrow?"

   "Yeah!" Rabbit echoed.  Behind the two of them I could see Todd and
Eddie turned towards me, waiting for the answer.

   "Not tomorrow," I said and Scott's face fell.  "I gotta get everything
set first.  All the camera loads from today gotta be processed so we get a
film made.  Then I gotta take care of more clean up, plus you guys have
knife practices to master before we do the next shoot...  I'd say we do it
in two weeks."

   "Two weeks!" Scott protested.

   "Come on, Joe..." Rabbit grimaced and shook his head.  "That sucks. 
We�re ready now!"

   With an indulgent smile I studied them in the mirror, aware that this
was a lie.  In his never-ending contest with Scott for my affection Rabbit
needed to appear just as eager to accept mortal risk as the blonde boy, but
the fear was always there lurking behind his expression as he looked at me.
Scott lived only for the thrill and risk, but Rabbit lived for me, and that
was their difference.

   "Mmmm...  Two weeks..." I said again, musing over their objections. 
"Maybe a little less.  We'll see.  Now, let's get your pizza order in..."

   Bringing my contact list up on the cell phone I speed dialed the pizza
shop, and got our order placed just before turning into the driveway at the
house.  Once the van was in the garage and door down, I shooed the boys off
into the basement and told them to get cleaned up.  Then I began the task
of unloading.

   Mike's body was just beginning to stiffen but I was still able to cram
it into the big freezer under the stairs, pulling up the legs and piling
the small corpse in on top of the frost covered plastic bundle containing
Javier�s curled up form, which I still had not disposed of.  With a sigh
I told myself that there could be no more procrastinating.  In the coming
paintball fight I was going to lose a minimum of two fighters and possibly
three or even all four.  Freezer space had to be made available so I needed
to get moving...

   "Crumpled rose petals," I growled to myself, thinking of the hours of
work ahead of me.  "There's no such thing as a free lunch..."

   The boys were all coming down off the cocaine by the time they finished
with their showers.  Reaction was definitely setting in as they snuggled up
with me on their big bed in front of the widescreen TV.  I put on an
adventure movie, one they all liked, 'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom'
and they curled up in various positions to watch, all as close to me as
they could get.

   When the pizzas arrived I went upstairs to pay for them and brought
everything down so the boys could eat while the movie finished.  Then,
while I cleaned up, they put on another one that Scott asked for, 'Iron
Eagle.�

   It was Todd�s turn to sleep with me, but none of the boys were willing
to give me up that night so to keep the peace I stayed with them, all five
of us together under the covers of the king-sized bed.  There would have
been scuffling for positions if I had not enforced some rotation, letting
first Todd and then Eddie snuggle with me for a while before Scott and
Rabbit claimed favored position.  In the morning I awoke with both of them
pressed in against me, Rabbit in front and Scott behind, with Eddie
squeezed in on top and Todd close by, one arm reaching over Scott, touching
me.

   ---------------------- End of Chapter Sixteen ----------------------