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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK III: THE MAZE (Scott and Rabbit)

   Chapter 18

   In the morning I gave the boys an early breakfast and reminded them once
more of the program I wanted them to follow.

   "Make sure you take a good dump." They all nodded.  "Then get a shower,
clean yourselves real good, and work on your body paint.  I want to be
ready to go at noon."

   Scott raised his hand.  "Can we like help each other with the paint?"
Next to him Eddie gave the blonde boy a quick glance and I was sure the two
of them had something planned.

   "Sure," I said, nodding.  "In fact, that's a good idea.  I want you all
to help each other.  Let's make these designs really good.  The better they
are, the better the movie will be!"

   "Yeah," Eddie murmured.  He held out a palm, grinning and Scott touched
it with his own.

   "Okay." I turned to Rabbit and Todd who were both regarding me with
quiet, confident expressions.  "You guys know what to do.  Let's get
started..."

   Todd went into the bathroom, Scott and Eddie darted off to raid the bag
where I kept all the body paints and Rabbit helped me take our breakfast
things up to the kitchen.

   "Wrap this thing up for me today, Hot Shot," I told the boy placing a
hand on his firm angular shoulder.

   Outside the sky was a gray overcast and in the dimness of the kitchen,
where I had not turned on the lights, Rabbit's face was shadowed as he
looked up at me to nod.  Beneath my hand I could feel a faint tremor. 
"Show these guys what you got," I whispered and he nodded again.

   Rabbit was not the only one who was nervous.  I caught signs of tension
in the three others as they went about their preparations.  Once they were
all done with the toilet and the shower I got out the camera and they took
turns inventing poses for me while fooling around with the body paints,
trying different designs, each determined to outdo the other.  The high
tension of the moment, combined with colorful paints on the silky gloss of
taut young bodies, made for an exceptional series of images.  Youthful
innocence and iconic eroticism was blended through the personality of each
model: Eddie's small boy exuberance, Scott's devil-may-care cockiness,
Rabbit's fierce desperate courage, and the remote emotional aloofness of
Todd.
Snapping off shot after shot I tried not to waste a single pose, aware
that within just a few hours at least two, and perhaps all four of these
boys would be dead.  To reward them I handed out vials of cocaine, which
the boys snorted while I changed batteries in the camera.  Riding the high
of the drug each of my young fighters sought even more exotic poses to
display themselves for the lens.  In this competition none was willing to
share an image with another, but they did combine in teams to help with the
body painting.  Scott aided both Todd and Eddie, Rabbit worked with Scott,
and all three of the other boys helped Rabbit.  By the time I ran through a

second set of batteries their paint designs had become fixed.

   Todd was shimmering in a rainbow of tropical colors - greens, yellows,
blues - all applied in diagonal streaks over body and hair so that he might
have been some bird of paradise, or a rain forest spirit.  I longed for a
tropical setting, or at least some broad leaved plants to set around him
that might complete the jungle look, but had to settle for poses that
placed the graceful boy in subdued indirect light, creating a suggestion of
mystery.

   With Scott's help Eddie had transformed into a glowing boy statue of
pure gold.  Lips, fingernails and toenails were then painted in black to
match his curly hair and Scott drew dark lines around his eyes to give them
a widened appearance.  With his small sturdy build the boy might have been
a young godling, an exuberant little weapons bearer to Athena, or perhaps
even a merry companion for Ganymede, beloved of Zeus.  Even without scenic
props a sense of immortal beauty was there in the pictures I took of him,
but it was tempered by a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

   Resplendent in a design that was half red, half blue and spangled with
bright white stars, Scott's paint scheme exploded on the eye like a Fourth
of July firework.  It was a perfect complement to his confident demeanor,
and the poses he struck were alive with the same cocky raunchiness found in
unexpurgated versions of 'Yankee Doodle'.  Rabbit on the other hand,
painted himself in the same unimaginative camouflage scheme he had used
before, very different from the showy creations of the other boys, but one
he felt comfortable with and which imitated his hero, Rambo.

   By the time I finished off a second set of batteries it was past noon
and time to get in the van.  After giving each of my young fighters a glass
of protein drink for energy, I superintended the pulling on of their
thongs, made sure their plastic groin protectors were in place and then
lined them up by the door to the garage.

   "Awww, do we gotta' do this?" Scott complained when I brought out the
handcuffs, but he turned around, putting his hands behind his back anyway.

   "It looks better for the movie," I told him, snapping cuffs on his
wrists.  The other three boys turned their backs to me as well and
submitted to being handcuffed one by one without saying anything.  All four
were quiet on the ride over to the Industrial Park.  It was another gray,
cold day and once I had the side door open at the warehouse I hustled them
inside to keep their virtually naked bodies out of the wind.  Even then
there were still no words as Rabbit led them around the narrow passage to
the entry gate.  I followed behind carrying pellet guns and knives.

   "We've been over the rules enough times already," I said, laying the
weapons out on the low bench by the door.  "I won't bore you with it again.
You guys look fantastic.  Make this fight spectacular!  Show off your skill
and courage!  If you take out an opponent, do it with style, and if it's
your fate to go down, don't just die.  Die fighting!  Right?"

   "Yeah! ...  Uh-huh!  �All four boys nodded.

   I stared at them.  "Remember, from now on you're on camera!  Anybody
here wanna live forever?"

   "Uh-uh!!!!" They all chorused, a fierce grin on each face.

   "All right then!  Let's see something!  Rabbit, you first..."

   I beckoned to the lanky boy and he came to me, eyes glowing in the
cami-painted mask that was his face.  I uncuffed him, handed him one of the
razor-sharp knives, which he strapped onto his right leg, and then let him
snort a vial of cocaine.  The boy's eyes widened as the drug hit.  After
putting on goggles and picking up one of the paint guns he nodded to me,
then trotted off heading toward the back right hand corner of the maze
where I had pointed.

   One by one I sent the rest of the boys into the dim forest of pillars,
equipping each with goggles, paint gun and knife before setting them up
with cocaine for the fight.  Eddie went to the back left corner, Scott to
the front right and Todd into the remaining spot on the left.  When they
were all in place I locked the gate and mounted the steps to my observation
platform where I leaned over the railing taking in the scene.  All four
boys stood ready in their positions, Rabbit down on one knee, head cocked,
listening, and the rest poised on the balls of their feet, guns up, waiting
for my command to start.  Even though the sky outside was overcast, enough
light filtered in through the line of windows beneath the roof to show the
gleam of color on their tense young bodies.  Conditions were perfect.  I
double checked that all the cameras were on and then called out, "Fight!"

   Every boy, including Rabbit who usually held back at first, went into
action, darting from pillar to pillar, silent on bare feet, eager to
engage. The action developed so quickly I would have had difficulty
following it if not for the distinctive flashes of paint color on my young
fighters.

   I had been concerned that without the electric shocks from laser tag
vests the sting of paint pellet hits might not create exciting reactions
for the cameras.  I need not have worried.  In the first exchange of shots
between two of the dashing forms there was a 'splat-splat-splat' of pellets
striking unprotected skin and with a squeal of pain one went down.  A gleam
of gold paint showed me it was Eddie, writhing, curled in a ball on the
floor!  But he was up fast enough to avoid others closing in on him and,
firing his gun as he ducked back behind a pillar, caught Todd when the
brilliantly striped figure flashed into view, sending the taller boy
spinning back in a sprawl onto the floor.

   More shots were fired, the mechanical 'Clack-Clack-Clack' of the paint
guns just audible over the 'splat' of pellets on flesh.  Squeals and cries
came from boys that were hit.  Colors flashed as painted bodies scampered
through the maze, darting into aisles, disappearing behind pillars,
appearing a moment later firing at opponents or tumbling to the ground,
squealing and writhing with pellets smacking into them.

   A shadowy figure circled back around the pillars toward the corner that
my platform overlooked.  It was Rabbit, stealthy in cami-paint, stalking
Todd who had halted momentarily two aisles away.  There was a clatter from
Rabbit's gun, then a high-pitched cry.  Todd crumpled to the ground,
rolling away in a desperate attempt to find cover.  Suddenly another gun
clattered.  Rabbit jerked.  Splat!  Splat!  Splat!  Splat!  Pellets struck
his lanky body.  I watched him stagger and go down.  From the center of the
maze Scott's star-spangled figure ran toward him, but Rabbit managed to get
away behind a pillar and escape.

   So far, the action was everything I could have wanted.  The boys'
reactions to pellet strikes were even more spectacular than hits in laser
tag because there were no ungainly vests to spoil the lines of their
beautiful young bodies.  The swirl of exotic color beneath me was a
shimmering kaleidoscope pattern of exciting movement and twisting forms;
all my fighters not only competing to ambush each other, but reacting to
pellet hits as if trying to outdo one another in spectacular contortions.

   Scott went down in a blast of shots from Todd's gun, jerking, falling to
his knees, then toppling to the floor in a spasm.  Somehow he rolled away,
triggering a burst of fire in return that caught Todd's colorfully streaked
body in the chest.  The graceful boy gave a cry of anguish, twisting
around, slumping against the pillar as Scott scrambled to his feet and got
away.  Then Eddie was hit again, writhing and jerking as he was caught by
Scott dashing into an aisle.  With a squeal the small boy returned fire,
dropping Scott to one knee and forcing him to take cover.  My star-spangled
blond fighter struggled back onto his feet, then ducked away cautiously
before either Todd or Rabbit could converge on him.

   Rabbit was hit again, and then Todd, as they both exchanged fire,
blasting away facing each other in an aisle.  Both went down, bodies
twisting and jerking, then they were up again, circling away from each
other in pursuit of Scott who had dashed by in an attempt to ambush one of
them while they were down.

   Eddie had been approaching as well, drawn to the clattering sound of
paintball guns firing and in one of his hands I saw the gleam of a knife.
When Scott appeared in an aisle before him, Eddie gunned him down with a
point-blank blast of pellets that sent Scott spinning to the floor.  With a
spring the small boy was on him, knife raised.  It was the very strategy I
had told him to use, a snake-like strike, in and out, taking advantage of
his quickness, not allowing his taller, stronger opponents time to react.

   I leaned forward, staring in excitement, anxious to miss nothing. 
Either or both boys might go down, with results that would change the
course of the fight.  As he always did, no matter when he was hit, Scott
had looked for a dramatic effect, sprawling with his arms flung out in a
pose for the camera and Eddie's attack with the knife was so quick I was
sure the smaller boy had him.  But Scott was fast, too, as I had seen so
often in his play of laser tag.  Even as Eddie's fist came down with the
blade Scott grabbed his wrist, twisted from underneath, and then it was a
wrestling match as the two boys rolled together on the floor.  Eddie's taut
golden form glistened as it tangled with Scott's star-spangled blue and red
patterned body.  There was a brief tussle, lasting no more than a second. I
saw both lithe figures arch, tense...  then jerk in sudden spasm.

   Arms and legs were so tangled I could not be sure what had happened. 
For an instant I was sure the glittering knife blade had been driven into
the smooth golden sheath of Eddie's painted tummy, with only the haft
visible protruding just to the right and below the curly haired boy's belly
button.  I tried looking at the monitor but it was all happening too fast
to be positive of anything.  It might have been Scott who had been stabbed
- or neither one of the boys.  In a flurry of scrambling, twisting action
the boys grappled again, then separated, each tumbling away - then they
were both up taking shots at each other, writhing as they were hit, ducking
away behind pillars to seek shelter.

   I watched both, looking for the effects of a mortal strike to the body,
but nothing showed.  If either boy had been penetrated by the knife blade
the cocaine was preventing him from feeling it.

   Eddie had regained his knife and now, suddenly, as if by some unspoken
signal all the blades were out, the glitter visible in every player's hand.
There was a swirl of action, painted figures darting through the maze,
exchanging shots, twisting away, crouching, firing, tumbling across the
floor, jerking, writhing - each boy struggling to get close enough to an
opponent to make a disabling knife stroke.  It was all happening so fast!
Todd and Scott grappled...  then Rabbit and Todd - with Eddie and Scott
wrestling again two aisles away.  They broke apart, the pattern shifted
once more and more shots were exchanged.  Scott was put into a cross fire.
He tumbled, threw his head back in a dramatic gesture for the camera, spun
around up onto his knees returning fire as he did so...  And then he
pretended to 'die' again, toppling to his side, jerking his legs as pellets
from Rabbit's gun hit him.  Before the lanky boy could move close enough to
use his knife he was ambushed from behind and to the side by Todd and
Eddie. Jerking in agony Rabbit dove behind a pillar and Scott regained his
feet as all four boys dashed to different positions.

   Now Todd and Rabbit ambushed each other, each appearing suddenly, guns
clacking out pellets at close range.  They quivered, twisting away, then
lunged for each other, grappling and rolling to the floor.  Knife blades
flashed.  The arms of both boys rose and fell but I couldn�t see if
either of them got a strike into the other.  Then Scott was there, firing
at Rabbit from two pillars away as the taller boy staggered back.  Scott
pursued him into the next aisle while Todd supported himself with one arm
against a column, his chest heaving.

   Because of the streaks of colorful paint across Todd's face and the dim
lighting it was hard to be sure, but I thought there was a dark trickle of
something coming from the corner of his mouth.  A glance at the monitor
showed me I was right.  The boy had been wounded in one of his encounters.
It was impossible to tell how bad it was, but the flow of blood from his
mouth was an indication that a knife blade had penetrated his chest.

   But it was all going too fast for speculation.  There was movement
behind the graceful boy.  Eddie was there knife raised.  Before Todd was
even aware, the curly haired boy had stabbed him in the right side, driving
the blade up under the ribs into the liver.  For an instant Todd's eyes
widened in shock.  The painted bodies of the two boys were frozen in
momentary tableau.  Then, as Eddie withdrew his knife, the taller boy
staggered, got turned around and both youngsters grappled.

   "Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack!!"

   The mechanical stutter of a paint gun accompanied a
'splat-splat-splat-splat' of pellets hitting naked flesh.  It was Scott,
who had lost track of Rabbit but now caught sight of the two twisting
figures.  He opened fire on Todd's unprotected back from 10 feet away and
then began advancing.  Stung, his lean slender body arched in pain, Todd
swung around in desperation, holding Eddie up in front of him with an arm
around the boy's chest, using the small gold painted body as a shield.

   Scott continued to advance, firing as he came, while Eddie screamed, his
slender legs kicking as he took a fusillade of pellets in the chest.  Then
Todd was shooting back, a stream of pellets slapping into Scott's sturdy
sculpted body sending him writhing and twisting onto the floor.  Todd
backed away, and it was only then that I realized that the arm he was
holding around Eddie had wielded a knife!  The blade of it was buried in
the small boy's chest.  Now Todd jerked it free and Eddie staggered,
falling back against him, mouth half open, eyes staring.  With a swift
upward punch Todd drove the knife blade in again, stabbing under the
�V� of Eddie's ribs and another scream came from the small boy, his cry
trailing off into a gurgling moan as blood ran from his mouth.  Todd
released him, slipping his blade out as he did so and the quivering little
boy slumped back against his taller opponent, gasped, and then slid down
onto his knees, breaths rattling in his throat.

   Todd's attention was already off him, focusing on Scott.  He pushed
Eddie aside intending to get at my blond fighter, who was sprawled in
smeared blue and red paint writhing on the floor.  But none of Todd's knife
strokes had completely disabled Eddie and the curly haired boy was not
finished.  With the blade he still held in his right hand he struck up at
his killer, catching Todd in the groin crease with a slashing plunging
stroke.  The colorfully streaked boy screamed in battle rage, stumbling off
balance as he twisted away from the unexpected attack.  He went down, arms
and legs flailing, but was up again in a moment, shielded from pain by the
drug.  Standing over Eddie's writhing body, as if choosing where he would
knife the small boy again, he was suddenly driven back by a hail of
pellets. Rabbit was coming toward him, paint gun rattling.  Todd jerked
away in a desperate attempt to retreat, stumbled, tottered and nearly went
down, catching himself with one hand against a pillar.

   It was then that I saw the gush of bright red blood fountaining from
Todd's groin, running down in a torrent over his right thigh.  Eddie's
knife stroke had ripped open the big artery and probably torn the nerve as
well because the leg was dragging.  Todd pulled himself around the wooden
column, seeking escape from the stinging pellets splattering his
unprotected body.  Somehow he managed to stumble across an aisle, then
another, but when he half tottered and half fell against the pillar beyond
I knew he was finished.  Turning to face Rabbit, the knife fell from his
right hand to clatter on the floor.  With the last of his strength Todd
raised his paint gun, but his arms were shaking so much he could not get
off a shot.  Then he jerked, arching back as a burst of pellets from
Rabbit's gun caught him point blank in the chest.  I saw his mouth open in
a frenzied cry.  In slow motion he slid down the pillar, dropping to his
knees, paint gun clattering onto the floor.  Blood was still running from
his groin, pumping in a gush with each beat of his heart, forming a dark
pool around his knees.  For a few moments Todd appeared to stare up at
Rabbit who was standing over him.  Then with a few jerks that shivered
through his slim graceful body, Todd fell back against the column.  His
eyes rolled up in his head.  Slipping sideways, he rolled into an awkward
position on his back, half sprawled in his own blood on the floor.

   Rabbit studied him, bent down, and with a quick savage stab drove his
knife into Todd's chest just below the left nipple.  One last shudder
twisted the graceful boy's arms and half drawn up legs.  His slender thighs
sagged apart.  The pumping spurts of blood slowed and stopped.  Todd lay
with his mouth open, eyes half closed, staring blankly upward.  When Rabbit
pulled his blade free and prodded him with a toe, there was no response.

   A flicker of movement caught my eye.  Scott darted out from behind a
pillar, already lining Rabbit up for a burst.  Behind him Eddie's slim gold
painted body writhed on the floor like a cut worm, the small boy struggling
in a vain attempt to regain his feet, blood running from his mouth.  I
couldn�t tell if Scott had slipped another knife stroke into him on his
way past in pursuit of Rabbit, but it seemed likely.

   For an instant the tableau was there before me, frozen in time; Rabbit
standing over Todd's body, Eddie in death agony on the floor, and Scott
poised ready for attack.  If there had been any indication that either of
my two remaining fighters had taken a moral stroke I would have let it go
to the end, accepting the loss of one and risking the loss of both.  But as
it appeared neither boy was injured and because I wanted them for another
day I made a decision, leaned forward, and before Scott could open fire I
bellowed, "Freeze!  Stop the fight!  Hold your positions!"

   The boys� fighting spirits were up and if I had hesitated for a split
second they would have been at each other, with little possibility of
separating them.  As it was I was barely in time for Scott to jerk his gun
aside as he triggered a burst that went wide.  Then both boys were looking
up into the darkness toward my platform and I called out, "Meet me at the
door!"

   I didn't like it.  They were both still armed and I couldn�t discount
the possibility that one might try to take out the other while I was not
looking, but after coming down the stairs I found the two boys waiting for
me on the other side of the bars, still panting a little from excitement
and exertion, their eyes shining with fierce pride.

   "Give me your knives, handles first," I ordered and with a glance at
each other, first Scott and then Rabbit passed their sharp weapons to me
through the gate.  I put the blades down, out of their reach, and then
unlocked the gate.

   "Guns," I told the boys, pulling the door open.

   Their paint guns were handed over, and while I put them along with the
knives into the mop closet where I could be sure they were out of the way,
Rabbit and Scott dragged the low bench from the corridor into the space
beyond the gate.

   I was still uneasy.  Two knives and a pair of guns remained.  Until they
were accounted for I was not about to turn my back.  From the depths of the
maze I could hear faint rasping gurgles - Eddie struggling to breathe.  I
pointed to Scott.

   "Lift up your arms."

   He did so and in the subdued lighting the boy's perfectly sculpted young
form was given a fantastic appearance by the splattered streaks of pellet
hits that were all over the body paint of his torso, arms and hips.  There
was a bright splatter on the front of his thong, which I tapped with my
fingertips, bringing forth a hollow sound from the plastic cup beneath.

   "Good thing you were wearin' this, huh?" I told him.  Scott grinned and
I tugged at the thong's waist string.  "Take it off."

   Obediently the sturdy youngster slipped out of his thong and stood naked
before me, his slender boy stick, already swaying back and forth in half
erection, rising into stiff quivering rigidity as I looked him over.

   "Okay," I said when I was convinced he was unhurt.  "Guns and knives. 
Go get 'em and bring 'em here." When I pointed into the maze Scott nodded,
but before he trotted off I added, "Be careful!  That kid's still alive
back there.  Don't let him stick you!"

   My beautiful young fighter's eyes were sparkling with excitement.  He
nodded again and then disappeared down an aisle, darting away between the
pillars.

   "Now you," I said, turning to Rabbit.  "Lift up your arms."

   Like Scott, Rabbit was covered with paint splotches, testifying to
numerous pellet strikes.  On his chest and belly almost none of his
underlying cami-paint scheme was visible.  There were splotches on his
hips, thighs and the front of his thong as well.  Without my saying
anything he stripped off his thong when I made a gesture and stood before
me, lean angular body glistening with color, his slender boy rod jutting
out in hard rigidity.

   I ran my hands all over him until I was convinced that he was undamaged
and then gave his soft brown hair a caress.  "I'm very proud of you, Hot
Shot.  No one plays paintball like you.  I knew you'd win.  I would have
let you take it all the way, but it's not time for that yet.  When it is,
I'll tell you.  And then I know you'll win for me!"

   Staring up at me, eyes glowing with pride, the boy was the ideal image
of a young eager warrior.  I caressed him again and then we both turned to
the sound of Scott's bare feet slapping on the concrete as he returned, his
arms full of weapons.

   "Any problems?" I asked, taking the knives from him.

   "Uh-uh." Scott shook his head.  "That Todd kid's a goner an' Eddie's
like just floppin' around."

   "I thought you stuck him again."

   "Yeah, like in the side.  But he's still movin'."

   The boys followed me to the mop closet where they watched as I put the
knives and guns away on a shelf.

   "Here," I said, handing them each another vial of cocaine.  They grabbed
at the tiny bottles, but I insisted they wait to snort the contents until
we were back inside the gate.  Pressing close they bounced in restless
eagerness anticipating what I would tell them next.

   "Okay, bring 'em in," I ordered, tapping them both on one shoulder. 
"Scott, you get Eddie, and Rabbit, you bring in Todd."

   They were off even before I finished, dashing away into dim shadow
between the pillars, bare feet slapping on the concrete.  There were faint
sounds of excited talking and then I heard the soft hiss of a body sliding
on the floor.  The noise got closer and Rabbit appeared, dragging Todd by
the ankles, the dead boy�s arms trailing behind his head.  Rabbit backed
into the open space, pulling the slender body over to where I could help
him lift it onto the low bench where it lay stretched out, head hanging off
the end, arms and legs dangling to either side.  Moments later Scott
emerged, pulling Eddie by the feet.  The small gold painted boy's breaths
were still rattling in his throat and like Todd he was on his back, arms
trailing behind his half turned curly head.  Scott dragged him into the
space, dropped his feet and then came over to strip off Todd's thong while
Rabbit and I held up the dead boy's legs.

   "This is where Eddie nailed him," I said, pointing to a bloody wound in
the right groin where the curly haired boy's knife had plunged in, tearing
the artery.  "It was perfect.  Just like I teach you guys.  He bled out in
no time."

   "Yeah.  There's like blood all over back there," Scott said, nodding.

   "This is what finished him off, though," I pointed to the slit Rabbit's
knife blade had made between Todd's ribs, then gave my lanky fighter a
caress.  "That pierced the heart, took him out quick.  So he's yours." I
squeezed Rabbit's lean hard shoulder.  "You wanna' fuck him?"

   Todd's limp body lay sprawled on the bench in front of us, plastered
with splatters from paint hits just as Scott and Rabbit were but with the
exotic tropical hues of his body paint still showing through on his hair,
face, arms and legs.  The head was drawn back, half off the end of the
bench, mouth open and eyes staring blankly.

   For a few moments Rabbit stared down at his slain opponent.  Then he
shrugged and shook his head.  "Naw..."

   "Right." I got the digital camera and took some pictures of the dead boy
before removing the slender gold chain from his left ankle.  Then Scott and
Rabbit watched as I tied the ankles with a leather strap, lifted the body
upside down, its arms and head dangling, and hung it off one of the hooks
by the door.

   "He thought he was like better than he was," Scott said.

   "Yeah, I guess so." With my palm I caressed the glossy smooth hip of
Todd's body, thinking that hanging it with the arms stretched down
emphasized the graceful beauty of its slender form.  Then I took a deep
breath, turning away.  "Let's get the other one."

   Blood was still running from Eddie's mouth.  The small boy twisted,
gurgling and gasping, as we stretched his sturdy little body out on the
bench.

   "You didn't finish this one off too good," I told Scott.

   He shrugged.  "It's more fun if they're like still movin' around when we
bring 'em in," he told me.

   I stripped off Eddie's thong and held his head up, placing a vial of
cocaine under his nose.  The dying boy's eyes turned to me with a glimmer
of recognition.  Gasping, he sucked in the drug, shuddered, and then
strained his naked thighs apart as it hit.  "Ahhh...  Ah...  Joe..."

   I lowered the boy's head to the bench and he stared up at me.  In his
groin the slender spike of his long little boner strained up in quivering
rigidity, the gold hoop sparkling at its pierced tip.

   "I got stuck..." Eddie gasped, grabbing at my arm.  "I got stuck, Joe...
It's like..." He paused for a gurgling breath.  "It's like...  Like all
loose inside..."

   "You did great," I told him, leaning over so he could look straight up
at me.  "You took out Todd.  He's dead.  I'm really proud of you."

   "Yeah...  I like...  got him good..." With an effort Eddie dragged in
another gurgling breath.  "I did it like you said, Joe...  Like you showed
me..."

   "I'm so proud of you, Tiger..."

   Eddie's eyes were locked on mine.  He was drinking in my words and I saw
the pleasure they gave him.  I leaned closer.  "Now it's your turn, and
we'll do it like Mike...  Remember?"

   "Uh-huh..." The boy's eyes closed for a moment.  When he opened them, he
tugged at my arm.  "I want it...  like with Rabbit..."

   "I know.  It'll be just like I promised.  Rabbit's right here, all
ready."

   But Eddie was tugging at me again, staring up wide-eyed.  "The
cameras... like in close..."

   "It will be," I promised.

   "Show everything..."

   "I will."

   "When I move...  Like...  when Scott...  does it..."

   "Everything will show," I assured the boy.  "I swear.  We'll start with
this."

   I put his hand on the straining upraised pole of his boner, so unusually
long for his size, and rubbed his fingers on it along with my own.  Then,
gesturing for Rabbit and Scott to help, I had them spread eagle the small
boy, stretching out his arms and legs while I turned on the portable video
camera and moved in, starting with a long angle and finishing with a close
up of Eddie's stiff shaft and the gold hoop pierced through its tip.

   "Okay, now do him," I told Rabbit.  "Don't take too long.  I don't know
how much longer he'll last."

   The lanky boy moved into position, straddling the bench while I shot the
scene and Scott helped pull Eddie's slim legs up around Rabbit's waist.

   "Now," I said, moving in.  "Plug him�"

   Eddie's taut little gold painted body, splattered with paint strikes
front and back, arched up as Scott pulled his arms behind his head.  The
tiny pucker of his stretched ass opened like a flower and Rabbit leaned in,
guiding the tip of his slim straining rod onto it.  When he entered the
young boy with a slight thrust of his hips, Eddie gave a soft gurgling sigh
and Rabbit's shaft sank into his body.  I put the camera as close as
possible, recording the slow advance of slick rigidity into the little
opening while Eddie writhed and twisted, taking Rabbit deep until their two
young painted bodies merged on top of the bench.  Scott helped Eddie wrap
his arms around Rabbit and the older boy began to move his hips, grinding
and then pumping, while I recorded the play of muscle in the firm twin
globes of his cami-painted butt.

   The gurgling rasp of Eddie's breaths grew louder as the dying boy
stretched, shuddering, squirming in Rabbit's grip while the older boy moved
within him.  Eddie�s curly black head pulled back in an arching spasm
that was part aroused passion and part desperate struggle to breathe.  More
blood poured from his mouth.  Rabbit's hips moved faster and both boys
clung to each other, breaths coming in gasps at every one of Rabbit's
thrusts.  "Uh...  Uh...  Uh...  Uh...  Uhhhhh..."

   "Get ready," I told Scott, and he nodded, eyes flashing with excitement.
He took hold of Eddie's small curly head.

   Rabbit was heaving now, driving with steady pounding rhythm into the
arched gold painted little body.  Eddie's eyes were staring blankly.  He
sought to match Rabbit's movements with upward thrusts of his own.  As I
watched, a shudder passed through the little boy...  then another...  He
bucked, mouth opening wide, blood bubbling out in a froth...  then Rabbit
suddenly stiffened, ramming up into Eddie, holding position, head pulled
back, lean athletic body arched in a bow...

   "Alg...  Alg...  Alg..." Eddie was bucking and heaving, head back,
breaths gurgling.  "Ahhgg...  Now...  Now, Joe...  In close... 
Ahhggggg..."

   "Now!" I commanded, signaling to Scott.

   With a muscular effort that hunched his shoulders, Scott twisted Eddie's
curly head, snapping the little boy's neck with a dull 'crunch' of
splintering bone.  For an instant the small golden body stiffened,
shuddering in reaction.  Then Eddie's hips jerked, bucking in heave after
heave as Rabbit's arched lean form jerked in a release of his own

   I held the camera in close, recording all of Eddie's death throes until
at last Rabbit lay panting on top of a motionless limp form.  After panning
back, I stopped taping, then watched as Scott untangled the dead boy's legs
from around Rabbit so he could straighten up.

   "Let's pose him," I told Scott and together we arranged Eddie so he lay
stretched out on the bench, arms and legs dangling to either side.  I took
a few more shots with both the still camera and the video recorder as my
two young fighters watched.  Then I removed all the gold jewelry from
Eddie's body.

   "You guys want any of this stuff?"

   Rabbit, who had been leaning close to me while I worked, nodded and
pointed to the thin gold slave chain I was unfastening from Eddie's neck.

   "You want this?" I looked at him in surprise.  "You've already got a
nice chain."

   The lanky boy shrugged, bit his lip and then gave me a pleading glance.

   "Okay.  Hold still." I placed the tiny links around his neck where it
was a tight fit once I had fastened the thing in place.  I held the boy at
arm�s length to see how it looked.  "Two chains," I told him.  "A choker
and a regular one.  Anybody who sees you is gonna' think you're rich."

   Rabbit gave me a shy smile in return and then pointed to the gold hoop I
had removed from Eddie's belly button.  "Geez!" I told him.  "You want one
'a those, too!"

   "Yeah," Scott chimed in.  "An� me, Joe!  It looks cool!  An' I wanna'
boner thing, too!" He stood holding the tip of his rigid boyhood, hips
thrust out in a pose.

   "Yeah, you would." I reached down to give his stiff little shaft a
squeeze that made the blonde boy squeak and then giggle.  "You've already
got that stud in your tongue, and now you want this, too.  Next you're
gonna' want one up your butt!"

   This made both boys laugh and I put my arms around them for a quick hug.
"Okay.  Whatever you want.  You're my two champions.  When we get home I'll
pierce you..."

   Taking another leather strap I bound Eddie's ankles.  Lifting the dead
boy I hung him up by the feet next to Todd, where he dangled, small gold
painted body stretched out, arms hanging down and curly head at an angle. I
stroked his silky little thigh and hip.

   "He was pretty cool," Scott said, lifting a hand to touch one of the
stab wounds in the dead boy's belly.

   "Where was it you got him?"

   Scott glanced up at me, then slid his palm around to the side of the
body and touched a slit just below the ribs on Eddie's flank.

   "Uh-huh." My eyes went to his.  "You weren't really trying to finish
him, were you."

   The boy shook his head.  "Naw.  It was way better to do it like we did."

   "Just make sure that doesn't get you into trouble some time.  When
you've got an opponent down it's better to make sure of him while you can."
I turned to Rabbit who was leaning close on my other side.  "You didn't
mess around, did you, Hot Shot?" The lanky boy looked up to give me a
solemn smile and nod.  When I turned back to Scott the blonde boy was
nodding as well, but he was looking at Eddie, rubbing the dead boy's limp
little penis with his fingers.

   "How come this don't like stay all hard an' shit, Joe?"

   "After you die the body relaxes and that goes, too.  Just like all the
rest."

   "Yeah, but it's like wicked hard like right after you break their neck!"

   I gave the sturdy blonde boy a hug.  "Yup.  For awhile.  For as long as
the spasm lasts, with all the jerking and stuff..."

   Scott pulled Eddie's penis outward, simulating an erection.  "That is
like so wicked cool!"

   My arm tightened around him.  "You like that, huh?"

   The boy nodded.  "Yeah.  It's like awesome, but..." He lifted his head
so our eyes met and told me in a whisper, "When like I get it, I want you
to do it here," he touched his left breast.  "With a knife...  So I can
like feel it, like going all in me an' shit..."

   "I promise."

   As I whispered this he put his head against my chest, hugging around my
waist.

   On my other side Rabbit was pressed to me as well and I put my arms
around both boys, squeezing their shoulders.  "Let's get a few more
pictures and then we gotta clean up."

   I posed the boys next to the dangling bodies and after some giggling,
mugging for the camera on a few shots, they settled down long enough to
give me a dozen or so haunting images of sensual eroticism.  I had intended
to let them play around after that but they insisted on helping me fill a
mop bucket and then accompanied me into the maze where we cleaned up the
dark sticky pool of Todd's blood.

   "Yucchh," Scott complained as he and Rabbit slid a heavy wooden pillar
to one side so I could mop the blood that had seeped under it.  Surveying
the scene with a disgusted look on his red, blue and white starred face the
blonde boy put hands on his hips and shook his head.  "That kid like made a
mess, Joe!"

   Hiding a smile I wrung the mop out.  "Well, that's what happens when you
slice open a major artery.  It's like cutting a big water hose.  Everything
comes running out.  Once Eddie nailed him in the crotch there wasn't
anything the kid could�a done to stop it.  How many times have I told you
guys to watch out for that and not let another player gash you there?"

   "Yeah!" Scott nodded in agreement.  "Like, what a stupe!"

   Rabbit had gone to the next pillar and was positioning himself so he
could lean against it and slide it back for me.  "That kid thought he knew
a lot," he muttered.

   Scott hustled over to help him and together they got the pillar out of
the way.  I mopped up what had oozed beneath it, then with my help the boys
put the big columns back into place.  Rabbit pointed to a slick of dried
blood in the aisle.  "That's from when I dragged him."

   I plied the mop while the boys followed with the bucket.  Once the
concrete was cleaned off I put down bleach, mopped again and then we put
all the cleaning gear into the mop sink, soaped it off and left the stuff
to dry.

   "Thanks guys," I told the boys, but they knew we were not done and Scott
already had two plastic tarps out for me.  "I like this part," he told me,
eyes dancing with anticipation.

   "I'll get all the stuff from the cameras, Joe," Rabbit said and while
Scott and I rolled up the dead bodies in plastic, he took the ladder and
went around to each camera, unloading memory sticks.

   "Okay," I told the boys, "I've got Todd and Eddie.  You guys grab
everything else and bring it to the door."

   Outside, the afternoon was getting dark with a lowering overcast.  There
was a chill wind blowing as I loaded the two dead boys into the back of the
van.  Then Scott and Rabbit handed me all our guns, knives, a plastic
shopping bag with the thongs, cups and eye protectors, and finally my
camera.  I checked around to be sure no one was anywhere in the vicinity
watching, gestured to them, and they scrambled up into the cargo area of
the van, squealing a little when the wind hit their naked skin.

   "I'll get the engine started.  There'll be heat in a minute," I assured
them, sliding the van door shut and hurrying around to the driver side. 
Once the engine was running and warmed up I finished closing the warehouse
and soon we were heading down the service road toward the highway with the
boys kneeling behind my seat, peering over my shoulders

   "Let's get a pizza, Joe," Rabbit begged.  "Yeah, Joe!  A pizza!" Scott
chorused in excited agreement.

   "Sure, okay..."

   Using my cell phone I called in an order of two large pizzas with the
boys' favorite toppings and then asked, "How did you guys like ultimate
paintball?"

   "Wicked awesome!" Scott told me, a wide grin on his painted features
that I could see in my rear view mirror.

   "Yeah, doin' it for real is like so cool," Rabbit said in more subdued
tones, but I could tell by the gleam in his eyes that he too was feeling
excitement.  He leaned over to put his cami-streaked face next to Scott's
so he could see me in the mirror.  "When can we do it again, Joe?"

   "Soon as we recruit some more opponents for you."

   "Tomorrow!" Scott cried.  "Let's get 'em tomorrow, Joe!" He was bouncing
on his knees behind me and I could feel the movement of his sturdy compact
body against my seat.

   "So you like the way it worked out, then?"

   Scott giggled.  "Shit, yeah!" In the mirror I could see the two boys
looking at each other and Scott laughed again.

   "What was the best part?  Guns or knives?"

   "Guns!"

   "Knives!"

   I grinned at Scott in the mirror.  "You like the guns best?"

   "Yeah!" The boy rocked against the back of my seat some more.  "It's
like wicked awesome!  You can like run around shootin' everybody an' not
have to like worry about usin' up your lives.  An' when you hit 'em it's
like 'splat-splat-splat!' An' they jerk around an� shit.  An' like if you
get hit, you can like pretend to die an' shit, it's like totally cool..."

   I glanced back over my left shoulder at Rabbit's cami-painted face. 
"And you liked the knives best?"

   "Uh-huh..." He paused for a moment, and when I glanced again I saw that
his eyes were blank, staring inward.  "It's like...  Like when you stick it
in...  You can feel 'em squirm...  They like wiggle...  It's like... 
Like..."

   His voice trailed off as I nodded my head.  "Pretty radical, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   On my other side Scott leaned forward, pushing his head past my
shoulder. "I like the part where they like flop around when I crunch their
neck!"

   "Yeah, you're pretty good at that aren't you, Sport." I reached up to
ruffle his fine spun blonde hair.  "That's 'cause you're good at
wrestling."

   "I'm like the best!" he declared, pulling at the corner of my seat back.

   We turned into the street leading to our house and I asked, "So which is
better?  Paintball for real or laser tag for real?"

   "Laser tag!" Scott cried.

   "Paintball!" declared Rabbit.

   "I guess we'll just have to keep doing both," I told them with a
chuckle.

   Coming into our driveway I hit the button rolling up the garage door and
once the van was inside with the door back down I sent the boys inside for
a shower.  By the time they had finished and were dried off, the two dead
bodies were tucked away in the freezer and everything else had been brought
inside.  When the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the pizza, Scott
and Rabbit hid while I paid for it.  Then we all gathered in the kitchen
for a feast and to relive the afternoon's action.

   "That Todd kid was so dumb lettin' Eddie get him," Scott said again,
stuffing the remains of a fourth pizza slice into his mouth.  "He was doin'
okay until then."

   "Uh-uh." Rabbit shook his head.  The two boys had donned satin workout
shorts after cleaning up and they were sitting across the counter from me
on stools, munching away - Scott on the veggie type and Rabbit on the
pepperoni and sausage.  The lanky boy licked his fingers, reached for
another slice and went on, "I got him at least once right before that."

   "Yeah, I thought so," I said, nodding.  "In his side, like under the
ribs, right?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "From where I was watching I wasn't sure, but the cameras will show it."

   "He was still dumb about Eddie, though," Scott asserted, reaching for a
fifth slice.

   I grinned at him.  "He was in a big hurry to get at you.  I guess he
figured it was his chance to nail you."

   "He wouldn't have." Scott flashed us a smug grin.  "I was fakin' to like
sucker him in.  I was all ready for him!"

   Eyeing the blonde boy I decided that it was probably true, although I
was looking forward to studying the video.  Todd had seen Scott go down
writhing on the floor and tried to take advantage of it, but if he had ever
reached my cagey little fighter he might have received a nasty surprise.

   "That kid never listened to the stuff you was teachin' us," Rabbit
assured me.  "He thought he like knew everything."

   "How 'bout Eddie?"

   Rabbit shrugged.  "He was okay."

   "Yeah," Scott told me.  "He was fun.  That Mike kid was kinda a pain
though."

   "None of 'em was good enough to beat you guys."

   Scott and Rabbit both grinned at each other and then exchanged a greasy
high-five.

   I finished the last of my Coke, leaned back, and eyed the boys.  "So -
Where are we goin' for Christmas vacation?"

   My two young fighters looked at each other again and turned back to me.
"Yeah," I said, "Christmas in two weeks.  Why spend it here?  Tell me where
you guys wanna' go..."

   Words came tumbling out as they both answered together.  "Someplace
there's like lots of laser tag!"

   "Someplace there's paintball!"

   "Someplace we can find like more kids!"

   "Someplace where there's like rides!"

   "Hmmm.  Rides, huh?" I said, thinking about it.

   "Someplace wicked cool, Joe!"

   "Yeah, someplace awesome!"

   With a chuckle I reached across the counter to ruffle their heads.  "I
think I can come up with something that will be all that."

   "When, Joe?  When can we leave?" Scott's eyes were sparkling with
excitement.

   "As soon as we're ready.  We'll clean up a few chores first, I'll let
you guys choose our destination, and then, well...  I guess in a day or
two..."

   "Wicked!" The blonde boy turned to Rabbit and the two of them executed
another high-five.

   Both wanted to be with me that night so we all slept together in the big
bedroom downstairs.  To my surprise it was Scott who clung tight and begged
to be taken first, his smooth perfectly sculpted young body squirming
beneath me in ecstasy as I slid into him.  Rabbit stretched out at our
side, rubbing himself, then drawing his legs up so he could push a lubed
finger into his hole in preparation for the entry I would make of him
later. It was a night of little sleep for me because the boys kept waking,
insisting on being taken again and again, until they fell at last into a
deep slumber around dawn when I left them to have breakfast by myself. 
Then, with a strong cup of coffee at my elbow, I begin the task of editing
the raw images of their fight.

   ---------------------- End of Chapter Eighteen ----------------------
   To Be Continued - More chapters coming in week of 3/24!