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"Nightfair" (Teen Boys, 13-14, cons.)
Part 3 of 3
by Luz Rojo

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Disclaimer:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and
centers around two teenage boys ages 13 and 14.  If you think this
might be the type of material that offends you, if it is illegal to
read this type of material where you live, of if you are a minor
DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

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(conclusion)
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Now he wondered, as the machine culled the data it had gathered, what
would it show him?

The door began to open and Ty felt himself tense up.

Slowly a dark figure stepped forward from the shadows and into the
revealing light of the room.  A face took shape.  When he saw the
image coming at him he began to shake with fear.

It couldn't be, it wasn't possible...  How could the machine have
generated THIS image.  But it did.

"Hello, Ty," the fourteen year old boy on the screen said to him.
"Enjoying the ride?"

Ty struggled and pulled at his bonds.  This had to be a mistake, this
couldn't be.  There was no way this was right.

Chris smiled as he came toward him wearing nothing but a tight boy's
jock strap.

This was impossible, Ty thought to himself.  Obviously the machine had
miscalculated.  Chris was his friend, his BEST friend, not a sex
object in his fantasies.  How could the machine have made that kind of
a mistake?  How could it generate this kind of an image?  How could it
be so wrong!

Ty stared at the figure in disbelief as he struggled, unable to
believe what he was seeing.  Looking down the length of the boy
slave's naked body, his own virtual body, he could see his cock,
petite and boyish, poked rigid in the air as he lay strapped to the
bed by his wrists and ankles.  His friend, his BEST friend, stepped
closer, looking over his exposed legs, thighs, organ... with hungry
eyes.

"Oh, you look nice.  I've always wanted to have you like this, Ty.
Always wanted to make you do what you're going to do now."

Again Ty tried to break free, to shout out at his friend, but the
bonds held him fast and the gag prevented any sounds beyond his
muffled cries.  This wasn't Chris.  Not the Real Chris.  It was an
illusion, a fantasy Chris.  One more image created by the machine, an
image stolen from his mind, his longings.  It was a deep, subconscious
wet dream, somehow given form.

Ty was helpless, at the mercy of his own unconscious desire.

Chris looked over Ty's naked body and smiled.  With one hand he
reached out and Ty felt a matching touch moving up the inside of his
thigh.

The thirteen-year-old stopped struggling as the feel of fingers moved
up between his crotch and across his testicles.

"Beautiful balls," the phantom Chris commented as Ty felt a gentle
rubbing on his scrotum.  "Nice, pretty, big for a little boy like
you."

Ty shook his head, unable to believe what was happening.

Chris climbed on top of him, his crotch straddling the boy's pelvis as
he reached forward and held Ty's arms down.  It was just like the real
Chris had done to him the day before in his bedroom only this time Ty
was naked and bound and the phantom Chris wore nothing but a jock
strap.  He began to grind his hips, rubbing his contained cock against
Ty's own naked erection.

"You like this, I know you do.  It makes your little dick get hard,
doesn't it slave?"  Ty tried to pull back as the machine simulated
weight on him in all the right places.  "You've always wanted me to do
you like this, haven't you?"

Ty tried to pull away, tried to deny it as tears slipped from his
eyes.  He could hardly face it, hardly believe the truth, but it was
there, eating at him deep inside like a disease.  It was true, and he
knew it.

As Chris pumped against him, dry humping boy-cock to boy-cock, he
found himself unable to lie to his phantom tormentor.  He began
nodding, responding honestly to the simulated image before him.  Ty
faced an unbearable truth; he really did want this.

"Well now you're going to get what you've always wanted -- and so am
I!"

With that Chris leaned back, tore off the jock strap and revealed his
hard, fourteen-year-young teen-cock.

Ty had seen Chris' naked over the years, especially during the many
times they'd showered and taken baths together.  This past year he'd
actually spied his friend getting a hard-on, twice, when he slept
over, but he never said anything about it to Chris.  He would rather
die then let Chris know the sordid truth, that sometimes, when he
masturbated, he thought about his best friend.  He'd never let himself
believe it meant anything, it just helped him cum faster, that was
all, thinking about Chris standing naked with him in the shower,
touching one another in private ways.

But now, here in front of him, was something closer to the real thing
than he'd ever imagined he would have.  Something he never realized he
wanted.

With a lecherous smile the older boy slid his hips forward until his
cock was right in Ty's face.

"You like it, don't you boy?" he began, taunting him.

A simulated penis extended from the car and pressed firmly into his
face, matching the actions of the boy on screen.

Before him the phantom Chris swung his erect teen cock into the boy's
face, dick-slapping him with it.  The life like dildo matched the
action.  With one hand Chris removed Ty's gag and instantly Ty felt
the material retract from his mouth as Ty rubbed the head of his hard
penis across Ty's soft lips.

"Suck it, you sweet thing you.  Come on, you've always wanted me,
now's your chance."

Ty shook his head weakly.  "No, Chris, please...  Don't make me do
this?" the youngster pleaded with the machine simulation in front of
him.  It was so real, so totally convincing he had no hesitation in
calling to it.

"I'm your friend.  Don't make me do this!"

The phantom Chris suddenly got a very sad look on his face.  In his
eyes Ty could swear he saw compassion.  But how was that possible in a
simulation...?  And yet, there was no mistaking the change of attitude
as the boy in front of him suddenly leaned back.

"Please...  I don't want to do this, Chris.  Not with you.  Please,"
Ty repeated his plea, hoping he was getting through to something.

For a long time Chris said nothing, just sat on his haunches, looking
down at his young friend as if in disbelief.  When at last he finally
did speak his voice was different, soft and understanding, not harsh
and demanding, as it had been.  It was so real.

"Come on you dorky doofus," he said, sounding more real, more sincere,
more compassionate than Ty thought possible.  "Of course you want it,"
he added softly.  "If you didn't, I wouldn't be here."

Ty closed his eyes, trying to face the truth within.

As much as Ty knew it was true, that inside he really DID want to suck
on his friend's beautiful, delicious, wonderful looking cock, he
couldn't admit it.  Why?  Why was he fighting it so?

Because he couldn't risk humiliating himself in front of his friend,
no matter how much he secretly desired it.  How would he ever live it
down?  What would Chris think of him if he did this, if he knew the
truth?

He didn't want his friend to know, he didn't want anyone to know, that
what he desired most, what turned him on more than anything else, was
Chris.  He couldn't risk losing the most important thing in his life,
his best friend, by letting the truth out.

"Come on you cock-sucker, who do you think you're fooling?" his
phantom friend derided in an almost fun, joking way.  "You've always
wanted me.  Now you can have me, I'm all yours, and no one will ever
know," he smiled deviously.  "No one.  Not even me."

The revelation hit Ty like a truck.  Of course, it was true.

This was just an illusion, a dream, a simulation given the pretense of
life solely for the sake of making his fantasy come true.  Whatever
happened here now, whatever he did, nothing would be at risk.  Chris
need never know the truth.  He could have his friend as a sex object,
a dominating master to service and suck and kiss and caress...  And
STILL not put his friendship in jeopardy.

Although it was real in so many ways, in a practical sense, it was no
more than a dream.

At last the full realization began to dawn on him and Ty relaxed,
finally understanding the truth his "friend" was telling him.  He
lowered his pretense and let fantasy take over.

"Yes," he told the phantom Chris proudly.  "I want this.  I want to
suck on your big cock....  Master." he said determinedly, at last
getting into the fun of the fantasy.  "Oh, please, Master Chris," he
begged passionately, "Let me suck your cock."

A smile returned to the face of the illusion and without hesitation he
began dragging his long, smooth teen-cock across Ty's rosy cheeks.

"That's better slave.  Now, don't argue.  Do as your Master says.
SUCK MY DICK!"

Ty hesitated, still feeling a slight twinge of guilt at what he was
about to do.

"Do it!" the phantom Chris commanded as he again slapped his cock
across the younger boy's face.  "Suck it you horny little shit!  Do it
before I stick it up your butt!"

Taking the mechanical boy-cock into his mouth, Ty began to lick and
suck on it.

"Oh, yeah...." the image before him reacted, as if it could truly feel
the effects.  "Oh, yeah...  Damn, Ty, you're a good cock-sucker.  Oh
yeah, you're great man."

Ty couldn't believe how "real" the dick in his mouth felt.  He'd never
had an actual cock in his mouth, of course, but somehow it felt,
tasted, even smelled exactly as he imagined it would.  He felt as if
he actually had Chris' dick under his care and the experience was
entirely real to him.

The thirteen-year-old loved the sensation in his mouth and felt a
strangely unexpected sense of pride as his friend complimented him on
his skill as a cock-sucker.

On screen the other boy reached down and began to stroke Ty's exposed
organ.  The Sensulator, in perfect sync, mimicked the movement and
soon Ty found himself pumping his hips in rhythm to the gentle
stroking of his friend.

"Now it's my turn," Chris said, and the boy quickly repositioned
himself into a 69.  Ty moaned in pleasure as his friend took his
tender morsel into his mouth.  God, how could anything feel so good?

"You like this don't you?" Chris paused for just an instant to ask.

Ty nodded blissfully.  It was heaven.  It was ecstasy.  It was unreal.

"I've wanted to taste that beautiful little dink of yours ever since
the first time we took a bath together back when we were just kids,"
Chris said.  Taking Ty's little organ back in his mouth Chris' tongue
worked up and down Ty's sweet young shaft and the boy realized this
was the greatest fantasy of it all.

No way, he knew, would the real Chris ever do something like this.
Not his friend, no way.  And even if he did, he doubted Chris would be
the expert cock-sucker his phantom counterpart was.

Closing his eyes the boy imagined it was all real.  That he was back
in his bedroom, that Chris really was sucking him, as he was sucking
Chris.  The illusion was complete.

Suddenly he felt a finger rubbing against his anus, making tiny
circles.  Soon another hand was on him, and a tongue, and another
tongue.

Opening his eyes he saw the two men who had captured him originally
had now emerged from the shadows and were again working over him.  As
Chris continued to suck on his cock and rub his balls while pumping
his own boy meat in and out of Ty's willing and eager mouth, the men
started to work him over.  Every part of him was being touched,
caressed, fondled, licked, massaged, stroked and kissed.  His whole
boy body was an object to be pleasured by this group of handsome
males.

Ty squirmed, pulling at his restraints.  He was still bound, spread
eagle, and the constant caressing was bringing him to the point of
insanity.  He felt his balls tighten and his hips began pulsing to the
rhythm of an approaching freight train, his own coming orgasm, at last
about to arrive at its long overdue station.

Chris began to breathe heavily and he felt Chris' dick pulsing in his
mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," Chris announced suddenly.  "You swallow it,
understand.  Swallow it like a good, cock-sucking slave.  You got
that?"

Ty could only nod and whimper his agreement as his friend gave the
order and he felt his own juice rushing to the fore.

'Please, don't let it stop this time,' he prayed mentally as the
sensation began to overwhelm him.  He felt his balls tighten and his
cock pulse, building toward an explosive load as he sucked on his best
friend's cock while getting his own meat sucked off and his body
worked over in a sensory overload of delight.

He pulled at the restrains as the erotic excitement of the moment
pushed him ever further down the road to insane rapture.

Chris seemed to sense his approaching moment, "Do it, do it!" He
paused barely long enough to get the words out.  "Go all the way, Ty.
Show me how you can come like a man!  Lemme taste that sweet cream,
boy."

Ty pumped and writhed and twisted his body as his tongue worked its
way up and down his friend's fantasy cock, sucking his meat.  He felt
something mildly salty, Chris' pre-cum, entering his mouth.

"Yeah, Ty...  I'm gonna do it.  I'm gonna shoot!"

Ty was so enraptured with lust he never felt the subtle vacuum pump
working on his dick, camouflaged as it was by the illusion of Chris'
sucking on him.  The taste in his mouth was his own, salty pre-cum
being siphoned out and recycled up to the mechanical cock in his
mouth.

All Ty knew was that he was about to cum and this time, no force on
this earth would be able to stop him.

"Yeah!  Yeah, Ty!  Here I cum!  Take it man, swallow my load!"

At that instant Ty shot his own wad!  On screen Chris moved his mouth
away while continuing to jerk the boy off with his hand.  A powerful
geyser of creamy white boy juice shot out from his simulated dick on
screen in perfect sync with his actual spasms within the Sensulator.

White boy cum went splashing across Chris' face while more ran down
Ty's shaft, making Chris' fingers slick with the natural lube.  Each
pump of his own cock was matched by the perfectly synchronized
fountaining of the boy slave's erect cock pumping on screen.

"I'm cumming.  Swallow it!  Take it all, boy!" Chris shouted, his face
soaked with Ty's pleasure pus.

The Chris on the screen suddenly bucked and Ty felt the delicious
taste of real fresh, sweet boy cum (his own actually, pumped up
directly from between his legs) shoot from the cock in his mouth.

"Swallow it!" Chris ordered him, "Swallow my load!"

Ty had no intention of resisting the command.  In a sexual frenzy he
took it all, swallowing the juice as it came into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah....!"

The phantom Chris bucked, face fucking his friend for a few moments
longer, before at last, settling back.  

Slowly both boys began to subside and the men stepped back.  All the
pleasuring stopped and for a moment the two boys lay intertwined.  

Looking at Ty, the phantom Chris smiled, then turned himself around
and Ty felt the mechanical cock retract as Chris put his face up
beside his.  Ty looked at him, still wet with the eruption of his
pleasure and the two boys grinned at each other.

"I always knew you'd be a great cock sucker," Chris said, leaning nose
to nose with his friend, a for a moment, they just lay there.

Finally, Chris pulled away.

Standing off, he turned to leave.  Suddenly, Ty remembered that this
was only a ride.  That he hadn't really done this with his friend.

Although it was the reality he'd wanted a pang of sadness gripped him
as he realized this dream was coming to an end and could never, ever,
happen again.

On the screen before him, the phantom Chris walked toward the door,
then paused unexpected, and turned.  Chris moved back to him with a
motion so spontaneous, so smooth and swift, that Ty thought even the
machine had not known he was going to do it.

Without a word the phantom Chris stepped beside the captive Ty and
looking down at him, smiling, leaned over and gave the boy a kiss on
the lips.

There was no mechanical counterpart.  The kiss was as if in a dream,
an image only, without substance.  It made Ty feel all the more that
the machine had no control over what the simulation had done.  It was
as if, for a brief instant, the phantom Chris had truly developed a
life of his own.

Looking into the sad eyes of his friend, Ty could scarce believe that
this was only an illusion.  There so seemed to be life there, to be
warmth, to be love.

The phantom smiled and as he walked to the door, the image faded to
black.

Ty felt the cables release and his arms and legs were free again.

The car began moving (had it ever really stopped?) and he was taken
through darkness to a final room. 

------

Ty felt his eyes squint as he passed through the final doors into a
brightly lit area.  The car came to a stop, the ankle and wrist bands
unbuckled automatically and the restraining bar rose, leaving the boy
free and naked in the harsh fluorescent light.

He was alone.  Neither Chris nor the attendant were present.  For a
long moment Ty didn't move.  He just sat there, thinking.  Then he
started to cry for what he now knew he would always want, but could
never really have.

He hadn't known himself when he'd arrived, now he did.  How was he
going to live with that?  How could he go on with his life knowing the
secret he must carry?  A secret he must keep, most of all, from the
one he most wanted to share it with.

Wiping the tears from his eyes Ty picked up his clothes and dressed
quickly before stepping from the car.

As soon as he exited the ride moved along, vanishing through another
pair of "pussy pink" doors.  The exit was in front of him.  He
swallowed hard and stepped out into the real world.

The sky was black, the light of the midway, on the opposite side of
the carnival, was gradually fading.  It was over, the rides were
closing, the fair pulling up stakes to move to the next county.

Looking back at the ride he'd just left it looked even more bland and
empty than before.  The attendant was gone, as was his podium; the
stairway was folded up, the ride closed and ready to move.

It took him a moment to notice Chris.

The fourteen-year-old was standing a short distance away, his back to
the ride and to Ty, lost in his own deep thoughts, staring silently at
the ground.

Ty swallowed hard, not sure how he was going to face his friend after
what had just happened.  Though Chris would have no way of knowing
what Ty had experienced he felt certain that something, the look in
his eyes, his voice, his manner, would betray him and let the truth
slip out.

Slowly he moved to his friend.

"Chris?" he said, his voice cracked and broken.

Chris jumped at the sound of Ty's voice.  With frightened, startled
eyes he looked at his friend as if he were a total stranger.  There
was a look of fear on his face, a look of shame.  It was as if he too
didn't know how to be himself after what had happened.

For a moment the two boys stared in perplexed silence.  Then, slowly,
Chris seemed to regain his composure, realizing his own secret, like
his friend's, was safe.  Ty couldn't possibly know what he'd seen.

"Hey..." Chris finally managed, his voice shaky.  A long pause
followed.  "That was...some ride, huh?"

Ty suddenly grew curious.  Until now he hadn't even wondered what
Chris might have seen on his journey, but as he looked at his friend
he suddenly realized that Chris' experience, whatever it may have
been, had been no less traumatic than his own.

"Yeah...  Some ride," Ty finally managed to answer.  "Guess we know
why nobody ever talks about it, huh?"

Chris didn't smile at first, then finally forced one, as if desperate
to cover his face with something before it revealed too much.  "Yeah.
Guess we do."

The two boys stood silently for a moment as more lights turned off in
the distance and the fair grew ever darker around them.

"How 'bout we ride back to my place.  We could stop at Ben & Jerry's
for ice cream on the way, then maybe, you could spend the night." Ty
offered.

At the mention of spending the night Ty thought he saw a flash of
panic in Chris' eyes, then the boy shook his head.

"I...I don't think...  Maybe that might not be such a good idea,"
Chris stumbled, looking oddly uncomfortable.

Ty had an impulse, one he didn't think about or he wouldn't have done
it.  Without considering it, Ty reached out and put his arm across his
best friend's shoulders.  Chris tensed nervously, then finally
relaxed, sensing it was an innocent touch.

"I'd really like you to," Ty told him.  "I really," he swallowed
awkwardly, "I'd really like you to stay with me tonight."

Chris looked into Ty's eyes, a mixture of fear and uncertainty
showing.

"Okay," he finally nodded.  "But I spent all my money.  Can you spot
me for the ice cream?"

Ty smiled.  "Sure."  He only had ten dollars left to his name, but Ty
couldn't imagine a better way to spend it.

As the boys started across the fair grounds, heading for their bikes,
Chris slowly raised his own arm and placed it comfortably across Ty.
Arms around each other, the two friends went off, together.

The End
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"Nightfair" - End Part 3 of 3



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