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   THE DUNGEON MASTER by Rafe Morgan (Copyright 2012)

   BOOK I: THE CAGE (Jacob)

   Chapter 2

   Downstairs, when I opened his door, Jacob already had his bed made and
was waiting for me dressed in one of the new shorts and yellow open sided
muscle shirts.  He took his vitamin pill with orange juice and then after
doing nine pull-ups for me, grimaced and spooned up the oatmeal.

   "Nine is very, very good," I assured him, "Especially after what you did
yesterday." I waited until he was done and then took the bowl from him. 
"Legs and shoulders this morning.  Go brush your teeth."

   Like most growing boys, Jacob's legs were stronger than the rest of him,
so once he learned the exercises everything went well.  He particularly
liked doing quad extensions on the Universal.

   "...  `cause I can, like, see my muscles," he told me.

   Squats left him panting, and he stared up at me in bewilderment.  "It's
like I've been running!"

   "It's like that for everyone," I said with a smile.  "You're using more
than half your whole body when you do squats.  Your muscles need lots of
oxygen so you have to breath hard and your heart has to pump a lot of
blood."

   With the shoulder exercises he had more trouble, so I used lighter
weights and gave a lot of encouragement.  "These are the muscles you'll
need for weapons training, so work 'em hard."

   He looked up at me.  "Can we do some today?"

   "Geez!  Give me a break!  We just thought of it last night.  I'll have
to get some equipment.  We can start to wrestling today, though."

   "Oh..." he looked disappointed.

   "Come on, cheer up," I told him with a smile.  "It'll be fun.  Trust me.
You'll see."

   After nearly three hours of work I split a protein shake with the boy
and we covered his bed with a sheet so I could rub him down.

   "You like these shirts?" I asked as we took his off.

   "Uh-huh."

   Using the coconut oil I massaged Jacob's shoulders and then worked down
his back, which he told me was sore from the exercises of the day before.

   "Good.  Means you worked hard," I assured him.

   My fingers slid down his spine and around his narrow waist, pushing just
beneath the elastic of his loose shorts.  "Squeeze your butt," I ordered
and Jacob tightened the muscle as my hands slipped under the cloth to cup
the firm rounded curves.  I circled my palms, rubbing gently and the
movement pushed the shorts down, baring the smooth glossy mounds.

   "Okay, now relax and stretch out," I told the boy.  "Stretch your legs
and point your toes...  That's it..." Jacob extended his body, pointing his
toes, and my palms moved over the silky curves of hips and butt, massaging
gently.

   "You're gonna' be strong here," I assured him.  "When you use weapons
this is where strength and balance come from.  You'll see.  Lift up a
sec..."

   Jacob lifted his hips slightly so I could bunch up his shorts and
massage his bare thighs.  At a nudge he parted his legs and I rubbed the
back of each one then tapped his hip as a signal to roll over.

   When the boy squirmed onto his back and stretched out it was obvious
that he was erect because the shorts gathered around his hips were tented
out.  He stared up at me as I massaged his shoulders again from the front.

   "This is where we gotta' do the most work.  You'll need more strength
here if you're gonna' be able to fight good.  The wrestling will help."

   Lifting his head, Jacob watched as I rubbed lotion into his chest and
then stroked the taut sweep of his stomach.  "Tighten up for me," I
ordered, feeling the firm underlying sheath of muscle.  "We'll have to work
on your abs, too."

   With a tap I had the boy lift his hips again and tugged his bunched
shorts down even farther, exposing the base of his engorged penis.  Then I
massaged his lower belly, stroking his groin creases and around his hips
while at the same time rubbing my forearm against the rigid shaft hidden
beneath the cloth.

   "Stretch out," I told him.  "Yeah...  stretch your hands back and point
your toes.  Good...  Now squeeze your butt."

   Jacob arched a little and his rigid shaft pushed up against me.

   "Good," I whispered.  My palms circled on his silky skin.  "Yeah... 
that's good.  Okay, relax.  Just stretch...  stretch way out."

   Moving my hands on him I lifted the waist of his shorts, freeing his
erect penis, letting it jut out hard and quivering.  Jacob drew his legs up
so I could slide the shorts below his knees, all the way to his ankles. 
Then he pulled his feet free of the cloth, one by one.

   Naked, the boy stretched out again for me, his smooth young body so
perfect it nearly took my breath to caress him.  I leaned over, squirted
lotion onto my hands and massaged his legs, moving so my forearm kept
rubbing on his stiff penis.  The thickened shaft was nearly half adult size
and I could feel the boy's heartbeat throbbing in it because he was
squeezing his butt to harden himself as I massaged his thighs.

   Working my hands up into his crotch, I smeared lotion around his tight
little nut sack and then finished off by giving his jutting penis a few
quick strokes with my fingertips before capping the lotion bottle.

   "You can take a shower - or not," I told the boy, getting up off the
bed. "Your choice.  After lunch we'll do chest and arms so you might want
to rest up."

   Leaving Jacob stretched naked on the bed I went upstairs for a minute
and when I returned with a history magazine for him the boy was dressed
again in his shorts.

   "Here," I said, tossing the magazine to him.  "It's got stuff in it
about the Greek warriors.  You might like it.  I'm gonna' get some things
for your training.  Then we'll have lunch.  Get some rest!"

   With that I locked the boy in and went back upstairs to change clothes.

   In order to teach the boy wrestling I needed mats and I found them at
the same used sporting goods store where I bought my other equipment. 
While there I also inquired about javelins.  "...  The kind they use in
track and field meets," I explained to the clerk.

   "What, are you starting a team?" He said with a smile.  "Yeah, we can
get 'em.  At least, I think we can.  Check back with me next week."

   With the mats rolled up in the back of my truck I drove home and then
had a struggle unloading the bulky things to get them inside.

   Jacob was on his bed reading the magazine when I unlocked his door and
he sat up as I beckoned to him.  "Check this out."

   Padding over in bare feet he gazed at the rolled up mats that I had
dragged between the weight bench and the universal.

   "For your wrestling training.  Get 'em unrolled while I make lunch.  You
like chicken?"

   "It's okay."

   Jacob's half shrug makes me chuckle.  "Yeah, I know.  It's good for you
though.  Plenty of protein and not much fat.  I use sandwich spread and
cranberry sauce to liven it up.  I like it that way..."

   After lunch I let the boy rest for another hour while I finished chores
upstairs and then, changed into fresh workout clothes, I went downstairs.
Jacob was lying on his bed, still wearing only his shorts, absorbed in the
magazine.

   "There's video games based on that stuff," I told him.  "Think you'd
like playin' some of `em?" He nodded eagerly and I pointed to the chinning
bar.  "When you can do twenty pull-ups you can try some."

   Jacob made a face.  "What if I can't?"

   "You will.  Other kids have done it, so can you.  You have to want it
bad enough to work for it."

   "I want it!"

   "Then let's get goin'!  It's workout time.  Chest and arms!"

   The boy got up off the bed and I patted his shoulder.  "First we'll fix
your shorts so they look right.  I should'a done it this morning..."

   Stooping, I pulled Jacob's shorts low on his hips, letting the waist
ride on the top of his butt crease with all his lower belly and much of his
groin showing in front.  Then I ripped the sides up halfway.  "That's to
show off the leg muscle," I told him with a grin.  "Now you're stylin'. 
Flex for me."

   Jacob tightened his thigh muscle and I showed him how to pose, stepping
back and nodding in approval.  "Yeah!  You're a stud muffin!  Way to be,
kid.  Now let's do it!"

   Once again it was all new to Jacob and we proceeded slowly.  His arms
shook as he struggled to press the bare Olympic bar so I had him use a curl
bar with lighter weight and got better results.  For some reason the bicep
exercises were easier for him and he enjoyed the pyramid sets that we did
on the cable machine, competing with me for the most number of reps on the
burnout.

   "Yeah!" I exclaimed, bent and panting after barely keeping up with him.
"That was great!"

   We were both slick with sweat and Jacob was panting too, his eyes
shining as he looked up at me.  "Mine was like way less weight...  It
wasn't like...  Yours was like way better..."

   "I don't wanna' hear that!" I roared, picking the boy up and holding him
in the air, tickling.  "You did great!  How many times I gotta' tell ya!"

   Jacob squealed with laughter, kicking until I put him down and pulled
him close in a hug.  "You did just great!"

   The boy's smooth sweaty warmth pressed against my own and he put his
arms around me awkwardly, hugging back.  I held him for a few moments,
sliding my palms on his back before patting his shoulders and releasing
him.

   "Now, some wrestling!"

   For another hour I taught Jacob grappling and takedowns on the mats,
careful never to let my weight come on him and engaging in frequent
tickling sessions so that he scrambled around laughing and having fun.

   "See?" I told him.  "I told you this wouldn't be so bad."

   Jacob squirmed happily.  "That's just `cause you're like letting me
win."

   "Sure I am, and why not?  It's so you can learn...  and besides, I
tickle you real good if you mess up.  That's better than smushing you,
isn't it?" My fingers dug into him and Jacob sputtered with laughter,
squealing and kicking his feet.

   At the end we rolled around on the mat, clutched together, our hands
sliding on each other, and then we hugged for a while, panting, while I
rubbed the firm curve of Jacob's butt.

   "Wrestling's like pretty fun, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   "C'mon..." I gave his hip a pat.  "Time for your shower."

   This time when I took the boy's shorts off in the bathroom he was fully
erect and he looked up at me without embarrassment when I stroked my hand
on him.  Once he was in with the water gushing I took his sweaty workout
clothes along with mine to the washing macine before going upstairs for a
shower of my own.  When I came back down, wearing only a towel, I brought a
blender of protein drink with me and found Jacob also wearing nothing but a
towel sitting on the edge of his bed.

   "Here..."

   I poured a big cupful for him and we sat together without talking,
gulping down the thick liquid.  Then I got a comb and gently worked the
tangles out of the boy's hair.  When I exchanged the comb for the bottle of
coconut lotion Jacob stretched out face down on the bed.

   "You made a good start today," I told him, straddling his hips and
uncapping the bottle.  "Later on the workouts will get tougher, but you'll
be able to handle it.  You'll see."

   This time as I massaged, starting with the boy's shoulders and working
down his back with the scented lotion, I felt him squirm a little and then
when my fingers slid around the hollow of his waist and pushed under the
towel Jacob lifted his hips allowing the towel to come loose.  I tossed it
aside.

   Naked, the boy stretched for me, squeezing to harden his butt as I
rubbed the glossy jutting mounds.  When my hands moved down further onto
the back of his thighs he parted his legs.

   "You did really good today," I whispered, leaning over him.  My fingers
slid up into his crease pressing at the base of his taut little scrotum and
Jacob stretched out further, pulling his head back to arch a little.

   When I nudged him the boy turned over, rigidly hard, the helmeted tip of
his stiff penis quivering with each beat of his heart.  I slicked my palm
with more lotion and then rubbed the stretched skin of his shaft, sliding
my fingers from base to slit.

   "Squeeze hard," I told him and Jacob tightened his butt, making a tiny
sound as he arched up, lifting his hips.  His engorged shaft swelled
beneath my fist and I stroked it firmly.  For a few moments the boy held
his breath, tense and quivering until I told him to relax and then he
stretched out, arms over his head.

   I spread lotion over chest, shoulders and satiny smooth flanks,
massaging up into his armpits.  Then, with my forearms rubbing against his
hard shaft, I circled palms on his taut stomach and Jacob shifted position
slightly to keep his stiff boner pushing on the side of my arm while I
stroked around his waist, his glossy hip and pushed down over his groin
creases to massage his thighs.

   "Feel good?" I whispered and the boy nodded, glancing quickly up at me.

   My fingers pushed into his groin and he pulled his knees up slightly,
parting them as I began to rub his shaft again.  Then he squeezed,
hardening himself.

   "You're real strong enough here," I murmured.  "Your boner is like
triple hard."

   Jacob's breaths came more quickly as I continued to stroke him and he
stretched his arms back, squeezing his butt again and again.  His shaft
strained upward and when the first pulse throbbed in its base I saw his
body quiver.  Rubbing faster I pressed a finger into his belly button and
the boy arched, lifting his hips.  Suddenly throb after throb jerked his
rigid penis in hard convulsions and his hips bucked.  A few clear droplets
of slippery moisture rolled off his tip lubricating my pumping fingers and
I slid them up and down even faster, wiggling my fingertip in the pit of
his stomach.  With another heave the boy jerked again, hips bucking as more
clear drops emerged from his tip.  Then he collapsed, gasping, and I
stretched out next to him, taking his slender body into my arms.  Hugging
tight Jacob pressed his warm silky smoothness against me, the beating of
his heart like the fluttering wings of a trapped bird on my chest.

   That evening I split another steak with the boy, this time giving him a
baked potato, which he told me he liked better than the salad, and he
wanted to know if he could watch TV.

   "We got one here," I answered, nodding.  "Can you do twenty pull-ups?"

   "Do I have to do that?"

   "Yeah.  It's what all the other kids have to do."

   "There's other kids?"

   "There have been." I took his plate and stood up.  "They learned to do
it.  Some got up to a hundred.  You can too.  In fact...  I'd be willing to
bet you de better than all of them."

   "What happened to the other kids?"

   Jacob got up to stand next to me and I put my arm around him.  "They're
out there.  Some made a lot of money.  Maybe you will, too..."

   After the supper things were put away I sat with the boy and told him
stories, but he was tired and fell asleep early.  When I was sure he was
deep in slumber I locked him in and then went upstairs to have a snack
while checking the news.  There was nothing about Jacob, so after finishing
my sandwich I went to the spare bedroom office and searched the Internet
for antique weapon sites.

   There turned out to be a surprising number of them and after a process
of elimination I found one that, among other offerings, sold replicas of
the short stabbing sword used for centuries by the soldiers of the Roman
legions.  The thing was known as a gladius, and its restricted length was
about right for Jacob to handle.  I logged on, ordered four using a dummy
credit account and blind address, and then read for a while before going to
sleep.

   The next day after the morning workout, Jacob was hard when I stripped
him and then while I was sliding my palms around his groin he squirmed a
little and glanced up at me.

   "What?" I said, bending down closer.

   He squirmed again, then whispered, "Do like before."

   "Like this?" My fingers slid on the boy's jutting little shaft and he
nodded, parting his legs.

   Stopping for a moment I got up off the bed and while Jacob watched,
stripped off my shorts and jock.  Then I stretched out next to him and with
my arm around the naked boy pushed a finger into his belly button while I
rubbed his rigid penis firmly.  Jacob arched up, breaths catching in his
throat, butt squeezed tight and I felt his body quiver.  I kept rubbing in
a steady rhythm as he writhed, twisting.  Throbs jerked his slender body
and then he was thrusting with his hips, contractions pulsing in his
straining little shaft.

   I brought him off twice, the second time getting a dribble of clear
slippery moisture from his slit, and then let the boy cuddle for a while
before teaching him how to do the same thing to me.

   "I know how," he assured me.

   But actually he did not, and it took him several tries before he got the
knack of rubbing fast enough.  When I spurted he stared, curious, and was
reluctant to taste the sperm when I scooped some onto a finger and held it
out to him.

   "It'll help get you strong," I assured him and eventually he took a
cautious lick.

   That afternoon we did another workout and when we wrestled afterward I
stripped both Jacob and myself so we could roll naked together on the mat.
The boy pulled my hand onto his stiff boner and I jerked him some more. 
Then we showered together, his warm smooth body sliding against mine under
the cascading water.  Later, after drying him off and combing his hair, I
showed the boy how to take me in his mouth and after cuming off in him we
went to his bed where he lay twisting in my arms as I jerked him again and
again and again...

   Day followed day, and we fell into a routine of workouts and sex while
Jacob's body gradually hardened and grew stronger.  One by one he added to
the number of pull-ups he could do until the day came at last when he did
twenty and stood before me, eyes shining in triumph.

   "Nice going!" I told him, giving a congratulatory hug.  "Eggs and bacon
at last tomorrow morning, plus whatever desert you want tonight.  And --"
Grinning, I lead him into the bathroom.  "There's another surprise!"

   With a key, I opened the connecting door to the big bedroom, snapped on
the light, and led the boy inside.

   "Welcome to your new room!"

   Jacob glanced around, too excited for words, and I waved around at the
double waterbed, wide screen TV, DVD player and video game equipment.

   "From now on it's all yours.  Just keep those pull-ups coming!"

   We moved his few items of clothing over once the morning workout was
done, and then lay naked together on the big double bed while I rubbed the
boy with lotion.  "Want to celebrate and skip the workout this afternoon?"
I asked.  "We can be lazy and go swimming instead."

   Jacob nodded eagerly.  "Yeah!"

   In the six weeks the boy had been with me his hair had grown longer,
going past his shoulders in the back.  I caressed it, sliding the silky
blonde strands between my fingers and then nudged his arm and we got up off
the bed together.  Jacob followed me out into the workout area and then for
the first time I took the naked boy upstairs.

   "Oh, wow!" He said when we emerged into the big sunny kitchen.  Then,
"Awesome!" when he spotted the sliding glass doors to the patio and ran
over to look at the pool.

   We collected towels and suntan oil from my bathroom, and then went
outside where the summer heat wrapped around us.  Screened by fences and
shrubbery there was enough privacy for us both to remain naked.  Jacob was
anxious to try the sparkling waters of the pool but I made him stand
obediently in front of me while I smeared sunscreen on him first so his
pale skin would be protected.  The boy looked down in happy excitement
while I oiled his naked body until it glistened in the sunlight.

   Hardened by weeks of training, the emerging lines of muscular definition
gave him a sculpted look that was breathtaking in its beauty.  As my hands
slid over him the boy's penis lifted into stiff rigidity and he smiled at
me before running to dive into the water the instant I nodded and tapped
his hip.

   We played tag, and I pretended to be unable to catch Jacob as he
splashed about delightedly, having fun eluting me.  Then, when I did get
hold of him, I tossed the naked boy high into the air so that he dropped
back into the water with a huge splash and he swam back to me, bubbling
over with excitement.

   "Again, Joe!  Do that again!"

   Like nearly all boys, Jacob loved being tossed and for close to an hour
he kept me at it, launching him into cannonballs, flips and jackknifes, his
lean slender body cartwheeling through the air.  Always he swam back eager
for more until finally I had to cradle him in my arms, tickling, in order
to give my aching shoulders a rest.

   "Hold up," I told the laughing boy.  "I need a break.  My shoulders are
dead."

   "One more!" Jacob pleaded.  "Just one more!  A big one!"

   "Okay.  One more.  But this is it!"

   I tossed the boy high into the air so that he flipped over, his wiry
body arched like a diver as he dropped into the water, and immediately he
was swimming back pleading to do it again so that the 'one more' turned
into two, then three - then four.  At last I had to rest and Jacob
submitted, holding on to me while I rode him around the pool on my back. 
The boy's warm slickness slid against my own and I could tell he was erect
again by the way his stiff boner pushed on me.

   "More sunscreen," I told him and we climbed out of the water onto the
deck where I put down a towel and Jacob giggled as he stretched out on it
with his rigid shaft jutting upward.

   I smeared tanning oil all over him, rubbing his stiff penis long enough
to bring a throb that jerked the boy's hips.  Jacob pulled up his knees and
I did his slender legs, then parted them and slid my oily fingers on his
taut little nut sack.

   When I nudged and Jacob rolled over onto his stomach he stretched his
arms out like a diver while I spread the tanning oil on them.  Working my
way down from his shoulders I circled my palms on his back and waist, and
then let them slide onto the glossy mounds of his butt where the underlying
muscle jutted out hard and firm after the weeks of exercises.

   The boy squirmed and then parted his legs so I could push at the base of
his scrotum, something he particularly liked, and after pressing and
wiggling a fingertip there I slowly drew it up through his butt crease to
push on the dimple of his anus.

   Jacob squirmed again, almost as if in invitation, and I pressed harder,
letting my oily fingertip fill the ring.  It was a moment we had been
building toward for weeks, and now that it had come neither of us needed
any words.  With another squirm Jacob pushed his butt up and my fingers
slid into him, thrusting into the moist heat of his young body.

   With a soft moan Jacob twisted in pleasure as my finger wiggled around,
probing for the knob at the base of his penis.  When I found it and rubbed
my fingertip back and forth he quivered and then a throb pulsed deep within
him.  He gave a tiny gasp, jerked and then moaned again as I slowly
withdrew.

   After spreading another towel I lay next to the boy, stroking him while
he basked in the sun listening to stories I spun for him.  The ones he
liked best involved descriptions of boys fighting and I elaborated freely
from my knowledge of Greek myth.

   "When are we gonna' like use weapons and stuff?"

   He had been asking this for days now and I knew it was time to give him
an answer.

   "Tomorrow," I said, grinning at him.  "You're finally ready."

   This made him happy and he grinned back as I held out a fist for him to
touch with his own.

   "You're not scared?"

   "Uh-huh." He shook his head emphatically.

   "It's dangerous."

   "I don't care."

   It was new in him, this indifference, but it seemed to have emerged more
and more as his self-confidence had grown and I found it both intriguing
and appealing.

   He looked at me and I looked at him, and then I set up and tapped his
shoulder.  "Come on.  You've had enough sun for today."

   The boy got up.  Putting an arm around my waist, he went back with me
into the house where the air conditioning cooled us as we split a glass of
orange juice in the kitchen.

   Our eyes met again and no words were needed.  I led Jacob downstairs to
his new room and on the big double bed we stretched out together rolling
into each other's arms.

   I wanted him and the boy wanted to give himself to me; twin impulses
that made us quiver with desire.  The naked boy squirmed against me,
rubbing his hard penis on my thigh while my hands stroked the lean contours
of his silky young body.  With cupped palms I rubbed the curve of his hard
butt and Jacob pulled a knee up over my hip twisting to open himself,
hugging tight as I slid a finger into his crease.  The tip found the anal
dimple and the boy made a tiny sound of passion as I pushed through his
tight ring.  His knee drew up even higher on my hip and then, as he caught
his breath, I forced a second finger into his opening, stretching it.  My
two fingertips twisted up into the heat of his body searching for the nub
and when they pressed on it Jacob writhed, thrusting his hips.

   We had never kissed, but some instinct made him turn his head and, eyes
closed, offer his lips.  When they touched mine Jacob opened his mouth, my
tongue slipped in and with the boy hugging tight, squirming in my arms, we
twisted together.  Another throb pulsed in him, the boy jerked, and then as
my fingers kept massaging his nub, he quivered and jerked again.

   When I let my two fingers slip out our lips parted and Jacob huddled
against me, heart thumping.  "Wait," I murmured to him and with a kiss on
his cheek left him curled on the bed, his eyes closed.

   After washing my hands in the bathroom I returned with a tube of KY and
kneeling on the bed I rolled Jacob onto his stomach.  Spreading his butt
cheeks I pushed KY into his tight opening, smeared more onto my jutting
erection and then stretched out next to the boy, turning him onto his side
so his butt was nestled in my groin.  Steadying him with an arm around his
lean waist I guided my tip between the glossy cheeks onto his clenched ring
and thrust, stretching it open.

   Jacob groaned, head arched back.

   "Push down," I told him.  "Like you're taking a shit."

   Every muscle standing out in tension the young boy's slender body
quivered, glistening under the fluorescent light as I kept squeezing my
blunt tip through.  Then with a sudden pop I was in and Jacob gave a cry of
pain and delight.  The head of my stiff rod was suddenly enveloped by moist
hot sweetness and with sensation overwhelming me I thrust my hips.  Sliding
up, sheathing my full-length in the boy's rectum.

   Jacob's legs jerked and he cried out again, writhing as my penetrating
hardness filled him.  I held him around the waist, feeling the tiny
muscular ridges in his stomach flutter as he strove to accommodate himself,
and then with my groin locked against the hard curve of his butt I ground
my hips, moving my tip deep within the boy as he continued to writhe,
panting and moaning.  With my free hand I caressed his glossy hip and
rubbed gently over his groin where the pain of my entry had turned his boy
stick flaccid and limp.  Gradually the stroking of my fingers lifted it
again into full, quivering rigidity and Jacob moaned, arching in pleasure
as I rubbed firmly.

   A wiggling finger in Jacob's belly button brought more throbs pulsing
within him and he writhed as I began to pump my hips.  With my stiff rod
sliding in his rectum the boy was shuddering in ecstasy, moving with me,
thrusting back to deepen my penetration.  Suddenly he jerked and with
gasping little cries, "Uh...  Uh...  Uh...  Uh..." bucked his hips,
throbbing contractions in his rigid shaft bringing drops of slippery
moisture dribbling from his slit.

   Twisting, squirming, the boy pushed back against me wanting more and I
gave it to him, pumping him through two more jerking spasms, faster and
harder...  my own response building...  pressure mounting...

   And then we were locked together, hearts pounding and I was exploding
into the boy, hips bucking in thrust after thrust...  shooting, spurting,
flooding his rectum with semen.

   Afterwards I held the boy in my arms letting him cuddle against me while
I kissed his hair and stroked him.  There were still no words.  It was
enough that we had both wanted it and now it was done.  Only much later
after we had slept a little did the boy stir, offering his lips to be
kissed and then snuggling close to rest his head on my chest.

   "You want to watch a movie?" I whispered, brushing a fingertip on his
silky skin.

   "Uh-huh."

   First I checked him; rolling Jacob onto his stomach to spread his butt
cheeks.  There was some blood, not much, and I pushed antibiotic ointment
into the bruised opening and then smeared on a coating of aloe.

   Because I suspected it would appeal to him the movie I selected was
'Conan the Barbarian' and when Jacob said he had never seen it I raised
eyebrows in surprise.  "Wow.  I thought everybody knew that one.  It's been
on TV enough.  Well, let's see what you think..."

   The choice was a success.  Jacob watched in rapt attention through the
entire film and at the end told me he wanted to see it again.

   "The whole thing?"

   "The beginning part.  Do the beginning part again!"

   After the DVD was reset Jacob leaned against me, my arm around him while
the opening sequence played once more: the scenes of Conan's boyhood, the
death of his parents, the years of slavery on the wheel and then his career
as a pit fighter.

   "That's awesome!" Jacob said, looking up at me.

   "You like the fighting, huh?"

   "Yeah!"

   "You can do some right now on a video game."

   I set up 'Ultimate Fighter' for him on the game system and within
minutes Jacob was so engrossed everything else was forgotten.  Only hunger
pried him away later when it was time for dinner and it was all I could do
to keep him from going right back into the game the moment his plate was
empty.

   "That's enough for today," I ordered firmly.  "You can start doing the
real thing tomorrow and you'll find out how tough it is."

   Jacob giggled and rolled against me feeling the muscles in my arm.  "Did
you ever like do any fighting?"

   "Sure.  That's why I can teach you."

   "Did you like win stuff?"

   "I stayed alive.  If you lose you're dead."

   The boy was rubbing his crotch against me and looking down I saw that
his penis was jutting out hard and stiff.  He intercepted my glance, eyed
me slyly, and then gripped my hand to place it on his stiff shaft.

   "Tomorrow, what are we gonna' do?"

   "You'll see."

   I rubbed him, sliding my fingers in a fast steady rhythm and the boy
stretched out lifting his hips and squeezing to harden himself.

   "Just be patient," I whispered.

   That night we slept together on his new bed.

   Although Jacob never complained I could tell from little signs and
movements over the next few days that his rectum was sore and except for
applications of soothing ointment I stayed away from it.  We went back to
our old routines where the boy took me in his mouth and I bided my time,
waiting to see what he would do.

   Meanwhile the weapons training began and, sore or not, Jacob was
delighted.  Both the javelins and the short Roman swords had arrived
several days before, which had given me time to prepare a blunted set that
we could practice with, and when I produced them on the morning following
our first night together he stared, instantly captivated.

   "Awesome!"

   "With these you're equipped like a Roman infantry soldier," I explained,
letting him handle the weapons.  Right away Jacob tried to hold the sword
the same way as Conan in the movie and I smiled at him.  "That's good. 
That kind of sword is designed for stabbing..." Picking up the other one I
demonstrated a quick jab.  "But the edges can be used for slashing, too,
once we sharpen them..."

   To demonstrate this I drew the sword across his thigh in a quick slice.

   "The sword is your close-in weapon.  The javelin can be used close,
too..." Taking one I showed Jacob some quick close-in jab's with the
blunted point.  "Or it can be used in defense..."

   Taking the short spear in both hands I held it up like a quarterstaff,
pretending to block weapon strikes.

   "Or you can make long-range thrusts like this..." I showed him, and then
with a grin made a casting movement with the spear.  "Or you can throw it.
But if you do make sure it does some immediate damage because you might not
get it back!"

   Jacob took all this in, eyes widened in concentration, and I patted his
shoulder.  "You'll need to learn how to fight with either weapon by itself,
and both together.  Let's start with the spear, it's a little easier.  I've
blunted the tips, but you'll still have to wear eye protection."

   I handed the boy a pair of plastic swim goggles and showed him how to
put them on; then we started.

   Jab and parry, parry and jab - jab and advance, jab and retreat - right
hand, left hand - we practiced again and again as Jacob improved slowly.

   Then we switched to the sword.  Right away I could tell that he liked
this weapon best and he listened eagerly as I showed him the cut and parry
technique I wanted him to learn.  The boy worked hard and we continued
until his shoulders and arms were so tired he could barely lift the weapon.
Then, after a shower, we went for a swim and Jacob sunned himself, naked on
his towel, while I made lunch.

   "Legs and shoulders this afternoon," I told him as we ate our chicken
sandwiches.  "Then more wrestling.  Your arms and shoulders are gonna' be
aching tonight!"

   "Can't we do more sword stuff?" he begged with a look of appeal, but I
grinned and shook my head.

   "Everything in its place.  Wrestling is important, too.  Gives you
balance."

   "Please, please, please!  Just a little!"

   "Geez!" I put my arm around him and the boy slid over against me pushing
a hand down into my groin.  "Yeah, well maybe.  We'll see.  Let me think
about it."

   We kissed, and then rolled together, the boy rubbing me and grinding his
hips on my thigh.

   That afternoon, as a concession to him, I drove to a sporting goods
store and came back with a straw archery target, which we set up by the
pool.  After wrestling, Jacob practiced throwing his javelin into the
target and it became part of our daily routine.

   Jacob's enthusiasm made his training go well, but if he had a flaw it
was over-aggressiveness.  "You're too used to video games," I warned him.
"Real life opponents don't just blow up if you touch them.  A wounded
opponent is still very dangerous.  Check this out..."

   I pointed to the sword he held extended far out in a thrust.  "Let's say
you just put that all the way into your opponent.  Sure, you've killed him
- but he isn't gonna' die right away.  Neither one of these things - " I
pointed to his sword and javelin.  "Neither one is gonna' kill instantly,
even if you run it right through a kid, unless you're very, very lucky. 
Your opponent is still gonna' be full of fight.  Sure, maybe he dies ten
minutes later, but meanwhile where are you?"

   I tapped Jacob's out thrust sword.  "This thing is stuck in the other
kid where it's no good to you until you can pull it out - and if it's stuck
on bone you might not be able to!  You're defenseless, and wide open!" I
pointed to Jacob's chest, stomach and lower body, which were all inviting
exposed targets.

   "The enemy you have just so very fatally stabbed is gonna' take his
weapon and run you right through!" I simulated the thrust of a sword into
Jacob's belly and the boy looked down in dismay.

   "So now all you've done is kill each other," I said stepping back.  "Not
the result you wanted, right?  What should you have done?"

   Jacob frowned in concentration and then answered, "Jab and pull back to
defense."

   "Good.  And what's even better?"

   "Ummm..." He considered for a moment, then told me confidently, "Slash
and parry!"

   "Why is that better?"

   Jacob answered without hesitation; "It weakens the opponent and uses the
edge so the sword doesn't, like, get stuck."

   "And where do you slash?"

   The boy gestured.  "Behind the knees or here, here and here..." He
pointed to his groin, armpit and neck.

   "Right."

   Nodding in approval I gave the boy a grim smile and stepped back into
guard position.  "So, let's try this again and do it right!"

   Jacob advanced on me once more, body turned away and sword at the guard
position which was how I had taught him, but all the time I could tell by
his eyes that he was still looking for the quick spectacular thrust.

   Hours later, when he was lying in my arms beside the pool, I caressed
the boy and ordered, "Show me again all the places you should aim for."

   Jacob stirred, pulled up a knee, and made a slashing gesture behind it
with his hand.  "Back here..."

   "Why?"

   "'Cause like the tendons and the big ar...  ar..."

   "Artery."

   "Artery, yeah."

   "Where else?"

   He giggled and touched his groin where his penis was jutting out hard
and straight.  "Here, 'cause the artery..."

   "Good."

   "An' here." He touched his stomach, pushing into the belly button with
his finger.  "Cause like the belly is soft and you can stab in easy..."

   "And get the weapon back out easy."

   "Yeah..."

   "Where else?"

   "Here..." The boy's hand went to his chest where he pushed between his
ribs with his fingers.  "That's like the heart, but you can get stuck in
the bones."

   "Right," I nod.  "So you go in flat and..."

   "Up," he finished for me.  Then his fingers went to his armpit and neck.
"Here and here, cause like the arteries..."

   "Very good." I held his fingertips so that he could feel the pulse of
the big artery in his neck.  "You get that and it's all over.  Probably
close to an instant kill, but don't forget there might still be a few
seconds for your opponent to react."

   "Uh-huh." Jacob's eyes stared into mine.

   "There's one other place where you can get the instant kill," I said. 
"Maybe the fastest one of all." Taking his hand I placed his fingers in the
hollow just below his breastbone.  "Right there.  You have to stab upwards,
like this..." I showed him.  "Get your blade in like that and it takes out
the heart, lungs and big blood vessels all in one shot.  But you have to be
perfect.  If you miss --" I shook my head.  "You're wide open.  Even half
dead your opponent can't miss.  He'll get you for sure."

   Jacob looked down at himself pushing his finger under his ribs.  "In
here?"

   "Yeah.  But only if you're sure - or desperate."

   He was quiet for a few moments and I felt the heat of the sun beating
down on us, then Jacob moved his hand onto the muscle of my arm.  After
stroking with his fingertips he reached around to hug and press against me.
My palm slid back and forth over his shoulders and the glided down his back
onto the jutting curve of his hard little butt.

   "Do like that thing again," Jacob begged, whispering into my ear.

   "What?"

   He squirmed a little, hugging tightly.  "Going like in me..."

   "Yeah..."

   Holding the boy in my arms I got to my knees, then my feet and carryed
him into the house.  Jacob rested his head against my shoulder as I took
him downstairs and when I laid him on the waterbed he stretched out,
staring up at me.  Going into the bathroom I came back with the tube of KY
and an absorbent hospital pad that I had put aside on the bed for later
use. With nudges I had Jacob pull his knees up and hug them to his chest,
spreading his ass open in front of me.  The bruising around his anus had
gone so he squirmed only in pleasure when I pushed KY up into him and his
erect penis strained out in such rigidity from his groin that I could see
the tip quivering with every one of his excited heartbeats.

   After lubricating my own jutting rod I leaned over the boy and showed
him how to wrap his slender legs around my waist.  Then when I placed the
blunt tip of my big tool on his anus Jacob reached for me, pulling his head
back to arch himself as I pushed in.

   The boy's ring was stretched enough to allow easier penetration but he
was still tight and when I popped through he gave a little cry, quivering
and then tugging at me as I slid up, sheathing my full length in his hot
moist sweetness.  It was a sensation so exquisite that my hips bucked and I
did a partial release with the boy writhed in pleasure as I thrust,
clutching at me and jerking his feet.

   When I began to slide in him, Jacob's hands moved over my body,
caressing and stroking as he lifted to meet my thrusts.  The first
pulsations came, rippling contractions in the muscular walls of his rectum
that gripped my impaling rod like massaging fingers, and the boy moaned in
passion, jerking beneath me, his hard penis throbbing against my stomach.

   I tried to hold back, pumping my hips in a steady rhythm, but the thrill
of having this beautiful boy was too much and his passionate response set a
tide of pressure in my loins, building faster than I could control.  I
pumped faster, thrusting into the boy as hard as I could and he met me with
his own frantic heaves.  We locked together, bodies twisting, my tip
bulging his lower belly as I strained to deepen my thrust.  Then with
jerking, throbbing contractions I was coming into him and the boy's legs
were kicking as he gasped in exstasy, "Ah...  Ah...  Ah...  Ah..."

   In the aftermath I was holding Jacob, shaking with passion as I stroked
his silky young body.  Months of hard exercise had turned the boy into
living sculpture and my fingers glided over him, tracing the lines of
definition in the firm little swells of muscle.

   Jacob writhed against me, hands caressing and exploring, all his passive
boyish ardor still unslaked and I wanted to satisfy it, quench his burning
desire with my own, but knew I must rest first.  Kissing him, and then
digging my fingers into his stomach to make him laugh and be forced to let
me go, I leaned over to whisper, "Hang on a second.  I've got a surprise."

   Eyes glowing, Jacob set up eagerly while I rolled off the bed.  Grinning
at him, I left the room and went upstairs to take the little gold ankle
chain from the box of jewelry I had bought for him.  When I returned Jacob
was at the door of his room watching for me and when he saw that I had
something in my fist he was all over me, tugging and asking, "What is it?
What is it?"

   I tickled the boy and laughing, he allowed himself to be picked up and
placed on the bed.  When I unwrapped my fingers and showed him the chain
his eyes widened and then he sat up to watch me fasten it around his left
ankle.

   "This is to show that it's special between you and me," I told him. 
"You can't take it off - ever.  You've got to promise."

   Jacob looked up, very solemn.  "I promise." He leaned against me,
fingering the chain and admiring it while I petted and caressed him, and
then he turned to squirm against me.  "Do it more."

   "We will," I assured him, giving his butt a pat.  "First you've got to
eat."

   With some reluctance Jacob followed me upstairs where he was restless
all through the steak dinner we shared.  To give myself a little more time
I tried distracting him with a movie but the boy was not interested.  He
kept shifting position against me, sliding his hand into my groin and the
moment my shaft began to lift his fingers were on me, insistent and
demanding.

   "Okay," I whispered to him.  "Like this..."

   Taking the plastic backed pad I had gotten previously from the supply in
the bathroom I placed it under Jacob's hips where it would protect the bed,
and then rolled the boy onto his side and stretched out behind him.  With a
finger I smeared his crease with KY, smeared more on my now stiffened
member and then pushed the blunt tip between the boy's rounded butt cheeks.

   Jacob arched his wiry body, pulling a foot up onto my leg so he could
lift his thigh and open himself.  When the head of my shaft stretched his
opening, pushing into him, I felt him quiver and I hugged the boy around
his taut little waist as he squirmed to impale himself on my jutting rod.
With a little grunt and moan of passion he pushed back, shuddering as it
slid up into his body and beneath my encircling arm I felt the bulge of my
tip deep in his lower belly.

   With the boy's firm butt locked against my groin I ground my hips,
moving myself within him and Jacob's breaths came faster.  His arms
stretched out and then I felt his lower leg jerk as pulsing little throbs
contracted around my embedded rod.

   "Uhhh...  Uhhhhhhh..."

   The boy moaned, writhing in ecstasy and a few slippery droplets oozed
from the slit of his rigid penis.  Using them as lubrication I began to rub
him, my fingers sliding on the slick stretched skin of his rigid shaft and
Jacob moaned again, arching in pleasure.  When I began to slide in him,
pumping my hips in slow steady rhythm, I also pushed a finger into his
belly button, wiggling the tip, and the boy quivered.  More throbbing shook
him and then a sudden hard contraction in his jutting little shaft sent a
glittering squirt of clear droplets arcing onto the pad.

   Jacob's arms were stretched out, fists clenched, and he panted, "Ah...
Ah...  Ah...  Ah..." pushing with his hips, trying to deepen my penetration
and force the pace, but I continued to move slowly, letting my slick shaft
glide back and forth in his rectum, grinding my hips at the end of each
thrust.

   The boy kept twisting and panting.  With his foot on my leg he strained
to get his thigh up even more so I could thrust in farther.  Suddenly he
tensed, arching his slender body like a drawn bow, and I locked my hips
against him.  Jacob held his breath, I pumped my fist on his rigid boy
stick, wiggling my finger in his belly button...  and then in sudden
barking frenzy he was jerking, throbs pulsing beneath my fingers in his
quivering shaft.

   The movement of my finger in his belly prolonged him and the spasm went
on and on until at last the boy collapsed, gasping for air, head lolling.
Immediately I began sliding in him once more, pumping slowly with my hips
while I held the shuddering boy.  Kissing him, I smelled the orange scented
shampoo I had bought for him and the heat of his body had released the
scent of coconut from the lotion spread on his silky skin.

   Gradually the tension built in him once more and as throbbing
contractions took him again he arched up against my restraining arm legs
and hips jerking in an ecstasy of passion.

   Again and again I brought Jacob to his immature release, until the boy
was staring sightlessly, lost in a trance of pleasure.  His anus gaped and
my thick rod slid in him without resistance, pushing deep in his loins
until he lost all control and emptied his bladder in a little stream of
urine caught by the absorbent pad.

   The movie had ended and the room was lit only by a flickering pattern of
speckled light from the TV screen when I finally began to tire.  Quickening
the pace I thrust harder and, sensing the change, Jacob pushed back against
me with little grunts, "Uh...  Uh...  Uh...  Uh..."

   Pressure ramped up and I squeezed to hold back, pumping furiously. 
Then, at the sensation of moisture dribbling from my tip, I locked my groin
against the boy's firm butt, stretching up into him as far as I could, and
he arched, tense and quivering.  For an endless moment we hung, bodies
fused, balanced on the knife-edge of present time.  Then with jerking
contractions I spurted into the boy and he came with me, his stiff little
shaft pulsing as his hips bucked.

   Jacob's head lolled and his body was limp in my arms when I softened and
slid out of him.  I kissed and caressed him and then got up to turn off the
TV.  When I returned to the bed he rolled into my arms and I stroked him
gently while he fell asleep, his warm smooth body pressed to mine and his
heartbeat thudding against my chest.

   Much later, in the depths of the night I was awakened by the touch of
Jacob's hand on me and I turned my head to see the glow of his eyes close
to mine.  I kissed him and then slid my palm down the boy's silky flank,
caressing his taut waist before reaching into his groin.  We were both
rigidly hard and his fingers were tugging at me.

   "You can do it more if you want," he pleaded softly and I pulled him
close, kissing him on the mouth and then thrusting in my tongue.

   I did want it, and took him once more, just as slowly but not as long.
Then, with the boy wrapped in my arms, we slept together until morning.
   ----------------- End of Chapter Two ----------- -------