Crime and Punishment 3

Chapter Four

Becoming Alive

Max woke up in the middle of the night. Justin was gone, but his dad was asleep in the chair next to him. He felt completely rejuvenated, but a terrible loneliness washed over him, followed quickly by a desperate need for Justin. So, he crept out of bed and tip-toed across his floor and out his open door. He lightly tapped on the door across from his, belonging to Justin.

It creaked open.

“Maxie?” Justin asked, rubbing his eye.

Max slid into the room, for the second time in two days.

“What are you doing?” Justin asked in hushed tones.

“Can I sleep in your bed?”

They paused and just looked at each other.

“With you?” Max completed.

“Maxie...I...”

Max stood on his tiptoes and kissed his big brother on the cheek. “Please. It’ll help me feel better.” He used his cute smile/puppy-dog eye combo that always got him his way with Justin.

Justin half-smiled. It was close to the comfort smile.

“Come on.” Justin waved him in. He helped Max up by pushing him up the bunk, which had been the top bunk from when they were younger. The bottom had been sawed off and put in Max’s room when they came to Waverly Place.

The green, glowing light showed that Justin was shirtless as well. In fact, he was only wearing an old ratty pair of boxers that he only used to sleep in. Max went over as close to the wall as he could but staying on his back to keep some room for himself. As soon as he got over, Justin was up in the bed as well.

“Feeling better, little guy?” Justin asked. His eyes shown in the glowing room.

“Lots. I’m more alive than ever, Just.”

“Maxie...I...”

Max put his finger up to Justin’s soft, warm lips. “Don’t. I know.” Max turned from his back to his side, facing toward Justin, who was laying on his back. Slithering around in the bed a little, Max worked his body over against Justin’s side and laid his head on Justin’s chest. Justin’s heart was racing for some reason. His upper body was soft and warm. The skin was comforting. But no where near as comforting as when Justin put his arm around Max’s back. Justin’s fingers tickled up and down Max’s back. It chilled him, comfortingly.

The goose bumps must have clued Justin in that he was chilling Max because he quickly grabbed the blankets and pulled them up over their bodies and heads. They giggled from underneath their cave. Max rubbed his foot up against Justin’s. The hair on Justin’s legs prickled up against Max’s nearly hairless leg. That sensation was quickly blown away when Justin’s warm lips started kissing Max’s cheek in a line all the way to his lips. At Max’s mouth, Justin’s lips lingered, barely touching them. Before Max could press his lips out against Justin’s lips, Justin pulled away.

Max lightly rubbed his hand over Justin’s abs. He couldn’t see anything, so he didn’t know why Justin had pulled away. He debated about asking, but thought better of it and rolled on top of Justin and moved his head in close, and kissed his lips. Justin’s lips pecked at Max, but the peck was empty. Max pulled his head up, making the blanket slide down his back a little.

“What is it?” Max asked calmly, yet caringly.

“Maxie. What am I doing to you?” Justin’s voice wavered in the still air.

“Loving me,” Max replied like it was the silliest question he ever heard. This was unacceptable talk coming from Justin, so Max wedged his arms under Justin’s body and hugged him as tightly as he could. In return, Justin closed his arms around Max’s back.

“Last night was...horrible. I was possessed, or something.”

“You were.” Max giggled a little. “You were so angry about loving me. Worried about everyone in the world thinking even less of you for it. You took it all out on the person you loved the most. After being out most of the day, I woke up, truly. I realized that you were showing me all the love you had. I love you so much, Justin. You’re my everything.”

Max didn’t have to see to know that Justin’s mouth was twisted up into a smile.

“Maxie...you’re such a smart kid.”

“Now, no need to lie,” Max giggled. Getting too emotional wasn’t something he liked to do, and joking his way out of it often helped him not get too sappy.

“Stop it.” Justin squeezed Max tightly, then loosened up a bit. “I love you with everything I have. I have since the day you were born. I used to tell mom and dad that you were mine, and you always would be. Guess now I know what I really meant back then.”

Max listened and hung on every word. Anything from Justin was the most important thing to Max. He pushed himself upward again, so he could look at the guy he loved so deeply.

“I’m yours. Always,” Max released.

Justin’s hands moved up to Max’s head and lightly pressed down against it. Max knew he wanted him to move his head back down. When it was close enough, Justin kissed Max’s lips with all the passion in the world. Justin’s lips parted and Max entered into Justin’s mouth with his tongue. Their two tongues played around with each other. They rolled over back and forth on the bed. Hours must have passed by as they kissed each other as if they would never get the pleasure to do so ever again. They both were more alive than they had been their entire lives.

They kissed to exhausting themselves, causing them to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Max’s head rest against Justin’s chest.

Crime and Punishment 3

Chapter Three
The Awakening

A hand shook Max’s shoulder, waking him up with a jolt. He sat up and stretched, body aching. His vision was blurry from the events of the night before. When everything started to clear up, Justin’s face was the first thing he saw. It made him bounce back against the couch seat. His mouth was dry. Seeing Justin brought the nightmare from the night before right back to him.

“Breakfast is ready, Maxie.” Justin smiled brightly as if nothing had happened the night before.

Max picked up the blanket, pulled his body forward, and wrapped the blanket around his body, covering his face with it, keeping his eyes where he could see Justin’s every move.

Justin plopped down next to Max. “Maxie, I’m sorry about last night. It was necessary. You’re such a good boy.” Justin extended his arm and stroked Max’s hair softly.

Max pulled his face away from his brother. His body became frigid.

“Max...” Justin exhaled. He slowly dropped his arms into his lap.

They sat there silently. Justin looking apologetic. Max looking suspicious of Justin’s every move.

“I’ll just....leave.” Justin got up. His normal swagger was doused into a hunched-back, shuffle. Before he ascended the stairs, he took one last glance back at his brother. He lipped the word sorry, then headed up.

Max just sat there. Though he wasn’t under a frozen spell this time, his body felt so weak and used that he felt unable to move. His stomach growled. Somehow, after the night before, his world seem so far different from what it had been that he couldn’t fathom hunger.

Alas, he got up from the couch, keeping the blanket around him, yet letting his face be uncovered. A sad-puppy frown covered his face.

The trek up the stairs made every muscle in his body ache. Each step was agonizing. It felt like it took forever.

At last, he made it all the way up to their flat. When he entered, his mom instantly ran up to him and pressed her hand against his forehead.

“Oh my oh me. You have a temperature, mi amor.” She frowned. “No school for you today.”

“How come he gets away with it?” Alex asked lazily. She sat in a recliner with her leg crossed over the other, wiggling her stylish boot.

Justin turned away from Max and went up to his room silently.

It didn’t matter any more. Any time Max saw Justin, his heart doubled in speed. A fear always misted over him.

“Jerry, draw Max a bath!” Teresa called. She hustled to the kitchen and started whipping up some waffles. Every time Max was sick, she made him waffles and he always got better quickly.

Only...Max didn’t feel sick. Even if his body had made him sick, the pain he felt was from what his big brother had did to him the night before. It was taking a huge tole on him. It made him weak. It made him want to die. He was too young to die. Wooziness set in. Max started to wobble back and forth.

Justin had appeared just in time to catch him before he fell down. Max wanted to pull away from him, but there was no strength in him. He had proven to just be completely powerless against his big brother. Justin swooped him off his feet and picked him up, holding on to the back of his neck and the back of his upper legs. He carried him over to the couch and laid him down on it, very gently.

“Who are you?” Max asked as Justin knelt down beside him. His voice was only loud enough for Justin to hear.

“Justin. You’re brother.” Tears swelled up in Justin’s eyes. A small victory for Max.

“Not what I meant.” Max coughed. His eyes were starting to be puffy.

“Justin, put a blanket on your hombre. He must of caught cold from being down in the basement all night.” She yelled over her shoulder, then muttered as she fixed up the waffles.

“You two, get to school!” Jerry yelled as he came down the stairs. “The bath is ran. Extra bubbles. The way my champ loves it.” Jerry hustled over to Max and ruffled his hair.

Max looked up at his father, unable to see him clearly.

The rustling of Justin and Alex getting their things together let Max know they were about to leave. Would he feel better when Justin was gone?

The two trampled out the door, each giving a get better farewell to replace their presence.

Max wanted to cry. Being around Justin hurt. Not being around Justin—well—felt wrong. Before any tears could make a dramatic entrance, Max’s mom brought over his waffles. They were all buttery and syrupy. Despite the sudden weirdness of hunger, Max devoured them.

After he finished eating, he helped himself up to the bathroom. He slowly undressed. Each movement sent searing pain through his whole body.

He took his shirt off. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary on his torso. He tried to examine his back. He couldn’t see anything there either. So, he took off his pants and his underwear. There was a blood stain in his underwear right where his hole would press against them. He fell down to his knees and cried.

“Why Justin?” He cried out, burring his face in his hands. “Why?”

After kneeling down for what Max thought was too long, he stood up. He turned his backside toward the mirror. He knew he didn’t want to see what he was going to see, but he had to look. There was a few tiny bruises that had formed on his butt where Justin had hit him.

Max turned the sink water on and ran the back of his underwear through the water, trying to rinse the blood out of it. For the most part, it came out.

After rolling the underwear up in the rest of his clothing, Max put the tip of his foot into the tub, testing out the heat of the water. Perfect! He got in and sunk down. His body relaxed with the warm water all around him.

Max closed his eyes and waved his hands back and forth over the water, through the bubbles. They sizzled as they popped around him. For a moment, he forgot everything else as he tried to float his body in the middle of the water. His muscles were loosening up.

Little by little, his body started sinking down into the water again. Just his head, hands, and penis tip were floating above the water. But even those were starting to sink below the water.

Before he knew it, his head was below the water. His eyes were shut. Was he even awake? He wasn’t even sure himself.

That’s when he started hearing a voice. It was for him. But hard to make out. There was a static between him and the voice. As it started to clear up, something like finding a signal to a radio station, Max started to recognize the voice. Justin! How could it be, though?

“Please. By Merlin’s beard, or all the magic in the world, even my own, let Max not hate me. If he could just not hate me, I’d let him have my powers if I win. If there’s anything I can do to get all his love back, I’ll do it. Just guide me.”

Max understood that he was hearing Justin’s thoughts somehow. They were very pleading too. This was the real Justin. Something came over him.

Max’s body was still completely submerged, and he felt like he was awake while being asleep. He didn’t move. He didn’t try to wake up. He didn’t even worry that he wasn’t breathing under the water.

Am I dead? He wondered.

“Maxie...I love you. If only you could hear me.” Justin’s voice sounded suddenly again.

“I love you too.” Bubbles floated up from the water.

The door suddenly opened, but Max still didn’t come out of the water.

Some long amount of time passed.

Suddenly, arms were down in the water, wrapping themselves around his upper body and pulling him up.

“Max! MAX!” His dad was yelling.

His eyes fluttered open for a second, then closed back up again.

Jerry grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around Max, drying him off. Then, he quickly carried his naked body downstairs.

Max felt himself being placed on the couch and a blanket being wrapped around him.

The voices of his parents carrying on back and forth were muffled and distorted, but Max knew they were talking about him.

“Maxie...” a light pulsation of Justin’s voice entered Max’s head again. But it was fading. Max wanted to hear more. He wanted to go back upstairs to try to get back in Justin’s head.

“His powers must have cocooned around him, keeping him from dying. Maybe even helping him breathe underwater.” Jerry said in a feign panic.

“Jerry. This is serious. What do we do?” Teresa asked.

“Justin,” Max murmured.

Both his parents went silent.

“Max, hunny?” his mom asked.

“Little man?” his dad followed.

They were both by his side.

Max started shaking his head side to side violently. He started moaning a little. His face contorted negatively. It was all like he was having a bad dream, but he wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t asleep.

Both parents stood idly by, not knowing what to do. They debated about calling a doctor, but didn’t know if they needed a magic or non-magic one.

Time passed slowly. The door suddenly came open though. Max was headed toward a rainbow light inside himself.

“Maxie! Maxie!” Justin yelled out, pushing Jerry out of the way. He squatted down by his brother and cradled him in his arms. A single tear slowly dripped down, landing on Max’s face. “I love you, little guy. Pull through this.”

“How’d you—?” Jerry asked.

“Just did,” Justin said hurriedly.

Max’s eyes slowly opened. Everything we blurry except for Justin.

“Justin.” Max weakly lifted his arm up. His hand rubbed against Justin’s face.

Justin grabbed it and rubbed his face up and down against Max’s hand.

“I’m going to take him to his room,” Justin announced.

“Justin...I...” Teresa started.

“Please, Justin.” Max spoke.

Justin grabbed him up, wrapping the blanket around him. He picked him up and carried him up to his room. Going in, he waded through the labyrinth of toys, clothing, and “projects” to put him in his bed. Laying him softly down on his bed, resting his head against a pillow, Justin hurriedly went to Max’s dresser and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. He removed the blanket from his brother and lifted his legs up, putting them in the shorts. Max helped him get them the rest of the way on. His eyes just gazing up at his brother the whole time.

“Max, I’m so sorry...” Justin cried.

“I forgive you. I need you to do something, though.”

“What? Anything, Maxie.”

“Get my clothes out of the bathroom. There’s blood in my undies...”

“Oh Merlin...Maxie...”

Max grabbed on to Justin’s shirt. “Don’t let mom and dad see it!” He pleaded.

“Okay.”

Justin ran out and was back in a hurry.

“I could never hate you.” Max weakly smiled.

“Oh Maxie!” Justin sat in the chair next to Max’s bed. “You should sleep.”

“Hold my hand.” Max put his hand out from under the blanket he’d pulled over him.

Justin complied.

As Max started to doze back to sleep, he felt more awake than he had his entire life.

Johnathan's True Story

Growing up gay for me was a strange experience not knowing what the term gay even meant. Were there others like me, was I an alien from outer space, is there something wrong with me that others can see and criticize?
My voice, my gestures, and my body language revealed the secret that I had tried to keep secret from the world, and most of all to myself.
As a very young child I knew I was different, the basic energy of masculine vs. feminine plays a big role in my early development, I knew I was soft and shy and light of force, I recognized more of me in other girls than the boys, and I had a feeling of wanting to be around masculine energy on some level, and with that I had thoughts like, does this mean im a girl, do I have to become a girl to feel this way? Every day as a youthful gay (for me) I was scared to look out of these brown eyes and pray that nobody could see into them, into the core of what I didn't understand, but knowing I was different from everybody else.
Does this show like a red flag floating above the clouds? I didn't have any answers, I didn't have any thought beside the one that told me I was wrong, and the world couldn't accept me.
I lived as free as I could knowing I was different, and then I kept growing up...And the unknown would finally reveal itself, for a true demon. I remember in first grade bringing a Barbie doll to show and tell (WOW) I remember to me it was perfectly natural I loved her, and yet the mood stood still, jumping ahead to fifth grade here I stand, a fine young man with the past as I thought long gone. A class of 20 kids, new school how is it possible that I see a classmate from first grade stand up and declare JON'S GAY HE BROUGHT A BARBIE TO SCHOOL! My winsome spirit... My loving heart could only laugh and declare yes! I did, inside hiding the deep embarrassment, but never grasping ones deep sadness that being different can conjure. At this moment no feelings could touch me, I became my truest self, I was surrounded by my friends of the opposite sex, laughing, loving, and being complete without the thought of wanting to be close to boys, have relationships, or truly love somebody like me ('cause to me, that didn't exist.)
I did have several girlfriends, 5 minute relationships with girls, broke up with one and it was on to the next as most serious relationships are in fifth grade. I believe at one point I found somebody else who was just like me, different, odd, and had deep sadness for hiding a truth the suffocated her entire being (yes it was a girl) But a girl who wanted to love, and couldn't we clung to each other as best friends and yet to the outside world and trying to fool ourselves we were lovers (the sexless kind) But I knew she couldn't care two shits about being naked with me or kissing me, thank god!
I had been through alot before I made it to this point, being punched in the face everyday by a Puerto Rican named Jesus. Being called fag, gay, girl.. sometimes even in the house I lived in. I was always asked questions like, why do you only play with girls? Or my favorite why do you talk like that? Or...Your voice sounds girly...
My fifth grade teacher (I love you Mrs. Stewart and Mrs. Olay?) I understand her now and I'm so thankful for these words...A boy said Jon you look gay, im sure random and out of the blue..My teacher stood up and said to the boy, how does someone look gay? She said pointedly, and I knew the boy shuttered and silenced  because that reaction was unexpected by both parties, I was a veteran at being made fun of at that point, and had no thought of anyone ever defending me. (THANK YOU) To clarify how much of a friend I was to the girls I'll add that the last day of school when I asked a boy if he wanted to walk home with me, my teacher was stunned, I've never heard you talk to another boy before, she declared. I left fifth grade bruised and battered mentally and emotionally inward everything was seething, I knew that I was growing up and that more torment was yet to come. I entered the 6 th grade, even more shy and quiet than ever, my voice being stated that it sounded girly, or now even more bluntly being called or asked if I was fag.
A new school, and everyone I grew up with were gone. I was the first class to enter and leave McL middle school. Inside I was scared, fearful and desperately trying to be someone I was not. To keep the secret that lay beyond my eyes I now had to hide the secret within my voice, my mouth never opened again until two and half years later. Through those years I was now known as the boy who didn't talk, everyday people would ask, why dont you talk? I would just shutter and tilt my head (I'm not making this up!) Much happier in this state, rather them knowing I was gay (which by now I knew the definition) I took on a new character, and whispers would surround my head, about my lack of speech. I became a loner, a prisoner to the darkness and my bed. No lights would shine on this empty person again. I had stopped crying, and stopped feeling sorry for myself surrendering to the gloom, and so it remained until 8th grade.
When I first layed eyes on her I knew we would be lifelong friends, out of nowhere as if a god or invisible force picked me up, I walked over to her table, made a fool of myself, got her address and after school that day when I knocked on her door, we became best friends never parting sides again, (I still call her my best friend though today we rarely speak, though when we do it‚s as if I talked to her yesterday) She to me is the one that saved my life, she made my world evolve, and it forever changed. I never shut my mouth again, oh my god the world hasn't seen this side of me, and neither have I! Happy, content, and having fun, outrageous fun with this girl! She made my 8th grade one of the happiest times of life, we still reminisce those happy times a million 10 years ago! I came out indirectly to someone, but when I told her I was gay I brought it up myself, and said I might be bi-sexual, declaring I was completely gay soon after. Nothing changed until her
and her new Christian bound stepmother started sending me pockets of worship books in the mail, BEING GAY IS A SIN, PRAY FOR FORGIVNESS.
That summer we didn't speak, and I had a new best friend, one who was hip to the gay lifestyle, and even introduced me to one of my first boyfriends. As of then I said goodbye to high school, and to me altogether. Drugs now took center stage for me, and my dark black hole of depression. Though I was out I felt I wasn't living the life meant for me, I wanted a love...I wanted happiness...
But this was my impossible dream. Man to men, they kept on coming, long enough to feed their desire, break my heart, and leave me lonely, every time I turned to drugs to mask the sadness, and rain in the laughter. I started seeing a therapist, speaking to him about my gay experiences, how I felt I was being used and controlled, that I felt unappreciated and worthless as a person...I was weird and isolated, I couldn't remember how to speak, how to behave I have shed the old and with the new I was bare and didn't know how to live anymore. Nobody warned me that being gay was this hard, that men can be such tricksters and that love was never the object of their affection.
A newbie I was called, by a man I met in a little bookstore, Barnes and noble. That night, after all the naughty stars twinkled and shot through the sky we became good friends. This man was my gay father, kept me safe and provided me advice and guidance when needed, and he even took me to one of my first gay clubs. At this moment my secret was not a whisper, my eyes were wide open..Not fearful of anyone seeing inside of them, because here the secret escaped my eyes and for the first time, I could see with such perfect clarity, that through all things sad, and hateful here there was a power of one, all the same and all encompassing love. Here is when life truly took a turn, and a step further to growing up in life as a single gay man. (Single as in one, not without a lover)

Crime and Punishment 2

Chapter Two
The Punishment

Hours later, Justin finally returned. A malevolent smile appeared on his face when he looked at his brother, holding the dildo out with the jockstrap dangling off of it.

“As amusing of a clothing rack this would make for me, I’ve thought out what your punishment will be.” Justin spoke as he walked a circle around Max.

Max was hardly able to move his eyes around to follow Justin’s circle. If he had thought he was terrified earlier. He now knew that he had had no clue what terror was before.

From behind, Justin grabbed Max’s throat with one hand. Right next to his ear, Justin whispered, “make a sound. Alarm mom, dad, or Alex, and it will get worse. Understand?” A tear rolled down Max’s cheek and landed on Justin’s hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

A lot of noises started forming behind Max. He couldn’t see anything Justin was doing, which scared him more. There was a zipper being zipped. Ruffling. Things rubbing against some kind of strange fabric. And clinking noises. Max wished he could swallow because he felt a big gulp being needed.

The Justin that was before Max wasn’t the Justin Max had ever known before this day. He had screwed up majorly.

“Release.”

Max’s arm dropped. The jockstrap fell from the dildo. Max dropped the dildo on the floor. It plunked off the underwear.

Justin bent down and picked it up, putting it in the backpack. The noises were starting to make sense to Max. Justin was making some kind of kit to do whatever he was going to do to Max.

Finally, Max did gulp.

“You did enjoy that, right?” Justin asked. Not pausing to actually see if Max had any kind of reaction. Max thought about just pleading with Justin. But he was in the wrong. Whatever Justin could dish, Max was sure he could take. How mean could Justin be to him anyway?

Somehow Justin managed to pick up his backpack, put it on, and grab on to Max’s wrist in a matter or seconds. Then he led him downstairs. Alex was home and sitting in front of the TV. Their mom and dad were in the kitchen making smoochy faces and making a cake.

“Where you two headed off to?” Teresa asked.

“Going to practice some of the newest spells dad taught us.” An innocence befell in Justin’s eyes. It sickened Max a little. But the tightened grip on Max’s wrist told him not to say a word.

“Do you want any guidance?” Jerry asked.

“No. We need to start working on things alone before the challenge.”

“Okay. Have fun and be safe.”

Max was praying for the safe part. Fun was absolutely out of the question.

Down in the classroom, Justin quickly got his wand back out. “Pudious!” He yelled before Max even realized what was going on to try and counter.

Suddenly, Max felt very relaxed. Surely there was something more happening than what Max was feeling. There was no way feeling good was anywhere in Justin’s agenda for him. Again, Max found that he couldn’t move.

Justin took a few steps toward him and lifted his arms up. They stayed exactly where he put them. Then, Justin picked the smaller boy up and carried him over to a small area in the corner that had mostly ignored objects hidden within. The raised arms were clasped to some chains that were coming down from the ceiling. His spread legs were clasped with manacles that were attached to the walls.

Where did Justin find this stuff? Max wondered, still feeling relaxed, despite what he would have felt if not for the spell. I should look around down here more often.

Once the chains were secure, Justin took the spell off of Max. An instant rush of panic filled Max. He had no clue what Justin was going to do. And Max certainly didn’t want to be stuck down in the basement alone all night. Especially if Justin left him in the dark. He was the only person in the world that knew how afraid of the dark Max was.

“What are you going to do to me?” Max asked through quivered words.

“It’s not such much what I’m doing to you. It’s more what you’re doing for me, dear brother.” Justin paced back in forth in front of Max, running his wand back and forth in his hand. His eyes turned from the hazel that they normally were to a big blackness. That was enough to scare Max into passing out.

Later, Max woke up to being slapped across the cheek. “No no no. You’re not allowed to sleep through this.”

“Justin...please,” Max pleaded. “You’re my big brother. I’ll never—”

“Separate!” Justin yelled, pointing his wand at Max’s pants. At the hems, Max’s jeans fell apart and fell to the floor under him. “Over!” They flew up and landed on the table. “Repair!” They sewed themselves back together.

Justin walked to where his face was right next to his brother’s. His breath was warm against Max’s cheek. “You want it, don’t you?”

“No?” Max was confused. Want what?

“You just said you did.” Justin kissed his little brother’s forehead. “I won’t hurt you...” Justin took a few steps back. “Much.” He chortled evilly.

“Separate!” Max’s shirt fell to the floor like his pants had. There was a cold draft where his shirt had been. Justin repeated the rest like he had with Max’s jeans.

A light vent of air above Max blew on his body. The few armpit hairs that he had grown were blowing over his oversensitive armpits, tickling him like mad. If he hadn’t been so scared, being partly naked in front of his big brother, his mentor, then he would giggle and probably pee in his undies right there.

“Maxie?” Justin asked, concern suddenly filling his voice. The black in his eyes started to dissipate. “Why are you wearing little boy’s, X-Men undies?”

Max turned his head away from Justin. He was getting in Max’s head. Trying to make him even more scared. It was time for him to stop letting Justin get to him. It was time to be strong Max.

There was a rustling through Justin’s backpack, but Max was resolved not to look. He closed his eyes tightly, so he wouldn’t cave in. Such a bad choice.

A sudden crack and pain on Max’s back made Max’s eyes scream open. Justin dangled a whip in front of Max’s face. “Might want to think twice before not answering your big brother next time.”

“Didn’t get my laundry done. Justin. Why?” Max felt his tears streaming down his face.

“You’re my practice for my conquest, dear brother.” Justin stood in front of Max. “You think I revel in being the door mat that all the girls laugh at for being a total dork? Even the boys think I’m a lost cause. But, if I can dominate the biggest jock in the high school, all my problems will be over.” Again, Justin was near Max. “And you, Maxie, are going to help me gain the knowledge of what I need to know to do it.”

Max lowered his head. He couldn’t believe what was about to come out of his mouth. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just...can you be gentler on me?”

When he looked back up, Justin’s lip quivered twice, quickly. He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “BITCH! Don’t try to trick me!” Justin ripped Max’s underwear down and slapped him hard on the ass with his bare hand.

Max groaned through gritted teeth. “Puh,” he breathed out, “leezzz,” he breathed in.

Justin stepped over the chains and gently ran his fingers down Max’s pec, nipple, and slightly protruding abs, replacing the touched spots with goose bumps. A chill ran down Max’s body. He rolled his eyes back. Justin eyed Max’s boy muscles.

“Maybe you’re right. It might be easier to overpower the jock-bod with sweetness.” His face moved down toward Max’s neck. Justin’s steamy, slightly moist lips barely touched the skin on Max’s neck.

Max completely shut his eyes. Maybe if he pretended it was so someone else, it wouldn’t be so bad. Warm hands rubbed his new pubes, then around his balls and massaged his thighs. Max tightened his eyes shut as his cock slowly started to rise. But then they popped open as Justin’s tongue licked up his neck and jaw line, up to his ear, pulling his earlobe in his mouth and lightly nibbled on it. Max moaned. He hadn’t meant to. It just happened.

“I’m going to try two things. Tell me which you like better after we end, all right?” Justin asked softly in Max’s ear.

Max reluctantly shook his head yes. But he had to do whatever it took to make sure Justin wouldn’t turn all meany-faced, jerky again.

Slowly, Justin started bending his knees. As he went down, he rubbed his hands over Max’s torso. At full mast, Max felt Justin’s hot lips start to wrap around his cock. Max opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream out in pleasure but unable to make a sound at all.

Inch by inch, in very slow motion, Max’s cock started disappearing in Justin’s mouth. For a punishment, this was beginning not to feel so bad. If it weren’t for his ass burning still, Max would have completely forgotten that he was being punished at all. That and the fact that his wrists were starting to chafe from the medal. Also, the fact that the blood was draining out of his hands quicker and quicker.

Max’s poor little-boy-undies were spread widely across the plane of his legs. The elastic dug into the sides of his legs. That too was beginning to hurt.

Thinking there couldn’t possibly be any better sensation than having his cock in his brother’s mouth, Max was completely unprepared for his head sliding down Justin’s throat. Max choked on the ecstasy. Justin pulled back and bobbed back and forth. It made Max flutter his eyes back closed. The pain was slipping away. Pleasure was about all he could feel. Then it stopped.

Justin was standing up and taking his shirt off. His eyes had completely turned back to his normal hazel coloring. He had man-muscles. When had that happened? Abs and biceps. Max licked his lips.

“You’re enjoying this too much, little brother. Perhaps I need to spice things up.” Justin moved close to Max.

Max turned his head and kissed his big brother’s shoulder. The skin was soft against his lips. The taste was sensational.

Justin pulled his shoulder back and greedily took Max’s lips in with his. His kisses were violent and passionate all rolled into one essence. Max could barely keep up or even breathe. Their teeth clinked up against each other as Justin started probing Max’s mouth with his tongue. The tongue was an explorer, archiving every centimeter of Max’s mouth. All Max could do was try and play tag with Justin’s tongue, chasing after it with his own.

All the while, Justin had wrapped his arms around Max’s torso and had pulled him in tightly. Through Justin’s jeans, Max could feel Justin’s cock lengthening, superceding his own size. His ass was being groped, and he wished that he could grab Justin’s back. He wished he could just rip his pants off as well. As Justin’s tongue deeply probed Max’s mouth, getting close to his throat, Justin’s hands savagely moved up Max’s back. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Justin’s hands were like talons. Before he had a moment to fully realize what was going on, Justin’s nails were scrapping down Max’s back. He pulled his head back in pain, nearly taking Justin’s tongue with it.

“Shhhhh!” Justin’s head chased after Max’s. His hands pulled him back closer to him. “I need to know, Maxie.” His voice was still caring. Yet...

Why is he hurting me? Does he know what he’s doing?

Justin was quickly flicking his tongue around Max’s ear. Relaxing him and making him hard again.

“Take.” Huge breath. “Your.” Another. “Pants off.” Max was astonished by his courage.

Abruptly, Justin pulled his head away from his brother. His face was sour. He leaned in toward Max’s shoulder and opened his mouth, then bit down on it. Hard. So hard that Max squealed. He squealed so loudly, only a dog could possibly hear it.

“Don’t you tell me what to do!” Justin howled. “It’s time for the second thing anyway. You seemed to have liked my toy, so we’ll play with it a little now.”

Justin went over to his backpack and bent over to rifle through it. Max examined his brother’s butt. It was all bubbly, making his cock bounce up and down, shooting a little pre cum.

Alas, Justin bounded up with the orange dildo in his hand. Downstairs, it looked way bigger than it had upstairs.

Justin walked toward Max with it. A crooked smile engulfed him.

“Open your mouth,” Justin demanded.

Max furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t get it.

When Max didn’t do anything, Justin picked up the whip and hit Max’s torso with it.

Max yelped, opening his mouth wide, and Justin quickly shoved the dildo in Max’s mouth. “Suck on it, baby. Oh yeah. You love it, don’t you?”

Max shook his head, yes as he gagged on the dildo being shoved down his throat.

“Keep it sucked in your mouth. If you drop it while I’m busy, I’ll spank your ass until it bleeds, got it?”

Again, Max shook his head.

With all his might, Max sucked the dildo in his mouth, and bit down on it a little to keep it in. He wasn’t about to get any more spankings from his big brother.

While Max was holding on tightly, Justin removed his pants and underwear in one swoop and tossed them to the side.

As he walked over to Max, his eight-inch cock dangled back and forth. He quickly bent over to retrieve something else from his backpack. His backbone rippled as he bent down. Max breathed deeply through his nose, almost dropping the dildo, but saving it at the last second.

When Justin stood back up, he had a small bottle with a clear liquid in it that Max had no idea what it was for.

“Maxie. Good job.” Justin said as he took the dildo from Max’s mouth.

He stepped behind his brother.

Licking the rim of Max’s ear, Justin was fumbling with something in his hands. Max wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was sure he wouldn’t like it. Or perhaps he would. All the same, it scared him a little. His heart rate was up again.

“If you are a very brave boy through this part, I’ll give you a little treat.”

There was a sloshing noise coming from behind Max. Justin started kissing Max’s neck again. It made him close his eyes.

Suddenly, something cold and wet was touching the opening of his asshole. It made him open his eyes with renewed terror.

“Shhh. Relax, baby brother. I’m not going to hurt you.” Justin’s voice was cool in his ear.

The cold, liquidy, plasticish whatever he felt against his asshole was starting to pry it apart and enter. The very tip of it was inside of him. Max had come to realize that it was the dildo entering him. Justin must have used it on himself before because he wasn’t moving very quickly with it. Just the tip was putting some serging pains through Max’s entire body. But as it danced inside of him (still just the tip) it started to comfort Max. There was a warm serge that was replacing it. Something of beauty. Nothing else in the world was like it. Then it went in a little deeper. There was a little pain, but nothing as bad as the first pain. More dancing. Deeper. More dancing. Deeper. Each small swell had less and less pain in it. By the time the whole thing was in him, Max had no pain at all. In fact, he found that he was pressing back to get more in him.

Just as Max was beginning to backward hump the dildo, Justin took it out of him.

“Now for the real thing,” Justin whispered.

“Wha?” Max’s voice croaked.

There was a new sloshing noise coming from behind him.

Something new, with a whole new feel to it, was entering into Max’s ass. With one huge thrust, Justin pushed his whole length into Max. Being bigger than the dildo, Max wasn’t fully stretched out where the head was. So, Max made a pained grunt as it hit the wall. He bent forward as much as the chains would let him go. He wanted to pull his ass away from Justin’s thrusting, but feared a worse pain if he did so.

Closing his eyes and letting the pain melt into pleasure, Max stood up again and started rotating his hips in a circle. It was now Justin’s turn to moan.

Justin’s hands were on Max’s hips, pulling him in. His right hand rubbed up Max’s side, across his shoulder blade, and ruffled through his hair. Max started to lower his head down, loving the feeling of Justin’s fingers running through his hair. But as he started to lower his head, Justin grabbed a hold of Max’s head and pulled his hair to break his head back.

“Who’s my little bitch boy brother?” Justin asked menacingly.

“I am.” Max gasped.

“That’s right.”

Justin put his hand around Max’s face and grabbed onto his jaw line to turn his face toward him. Max could see his red-faced, sweaty brother from the angle. He was pumping all his manhood into him. It was pleasing, up until Justin spit on his face.

“What the—?” Max started, but was cut off when Justin yanked on his hair again.

“Don’t!”

Justin pulled his cock out of Max’s ass. It felt so bare up there, suddenly. But before he knew it, Justin’s cock was back in there. And then...something else was there. The cold, liquidy, plasticy tip was back.

Oh man! Justin’s going to put that in me too? Can they both even fit?

“No. Please!” Max pleaded.

And Justin stopped. He pulled away the dildo, and his cock out. There was a small scraping noise, then something slapped up against his ass. His cheek burned. Then again. The other side this time. Back and forth. Ten times. Twenty times. His ass was on fire. Fifty times. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Don’t.”

Smack.

“Tell.”

Smack.

“Me.”

Smack.

“No.”

“Just do it!” Max cried out.

The spatula was dropped. Justin’s cock entered Max’s hole. The dildo burrowed its way into his ass as well. Together, the two cocks rammed into him. It hurt. It was nothing like Justin being in there alone. And Max cried. His own cock had fallen down.

Suddenly Justin pulled the dildo out and dropped it to the floor and humped a few spastic humps into him and stopped, leaning up against him and breathing deeply.

He had come in his little brother.

Max dropped his head down, dejectedly.

“What did you like better?” Justin asked exasperatedly.

Max didn’t answer. Justin bit his back. “What did you like better?”

“You sucking me,” Max peeped meekly. “And when you were inside me. Alone.”

“I’ll give you a treat then.”

Justin unchained Max. He picked his little brother up and carried him over to the couch, laying him down on his back. Justin kneeled down beside him and removed his underwear the rest of the way. Taking Max’s cock between his forefinger and his thump, he started gently squeezing it. As blood rushed downwardly, Max started to rise again. Soon, Justin’s mouth was covering Max’s cock. Max closed his eyes and found his hands massaging Justin’s head. Bobbing up and down, Justin made Max’s cock spring to life. His ass was still on fire. Both inside and out.

“Auhhh!” Max breathed out and came in Justin’s mouth.

Justin quickly spit it on his brother’s body.

He walked over to his clothing pile, picked it up, packed up his bag, and walked back toward the couch. “Um...sorry I had to punish you like that. It was a great help to me. I do love you, Maxie. Please remember that.”

Max cried and shook violently from the night of pain and pleasure all mixed together. His brother was a monster and an angel all wrapped in one package.

As Justin turned and headed toward the stairway, Max murmured, “I love you too.”

Justin turned his head and winked at his little brother.

“Mum’s the word.” Then he was gone. Up the stairs. Leaving Max’s naked boy-youthed-body alone.

Max shook, cried, and tried to regain his strength. He rolled over and picked up his underwear and put them on. He felt ashamed.

There was nothing left to do. When he found enough strength, he got up and put the rest of his clothing on. He grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair, laid back down on the couch, and went to sleep, trying to put the pain behind him.

Crime and Punishment

(Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place, only the idea I have.)

Crime and Punishment

Chapter One
The Crime

Max wasn’t even close to saying that he was anywhere near a good detective. However, he had seen something of interest in Justin’s room a few days prior and it seemed like a good time to go in and look. His mom and dad were both down working in the sub shop. Alex and Harper were off scheming over who-knows-what. And Justin was down in the living room with a study group of geeks. The-girl-of-the-week that Justin was interested in was a part of that group, so Max knew that he was in the clear of sneaking into Justin’s room.

Before going upstairs, Max grabbed his backpack and a glass of water that he wasn’t actually intending on drinking. Scanning over the living room, Max saw that Justin was leaning over his girl’s book and pointing at something with a timid smile on his face.

The smile was almost enough to make Max back out. Whenever Max was upset, that smile had always been the one thing that comforted him.

On the other hand, the object Max had thought he had seen was something that Max wanted to investigate. If he could just manage to obtain it, then he could have one up on Justin and Alex when it came time the challenge to keep his powers. Max knew he needed to keep his powers most.

So, Max crept up the stairs, attempting to keep any possible attention off of him. Before turning the corner, he peeked one more time to make sure that Justin was busy.

First thing first. Max went to his room and dropped his backpack down on the floor and the cup of water on his dresser.

Next, he scampered across the hallway to Justin’s room. His heart did flips as he put his hand on the doorknob. Lightly, attempting silence, he turned it. For some reason, he tried hard not to let it make any sound. It felt silly to him, yet crucial.

Opening the door just a sliver so he could get through, Max slid into the room.

Inside, the room was much darker than the hallway. There was a blanket thrown over the window. Some kind of bright green potion, boiling in the corner, gave off just enough light.

Now, if only Max could just figure out where Justin would hide the object. A master wand.

Knowing that Justin was much smarter than he, Max instantly started ruling out places where he would hide something.

Not under the bed.

Not in the closet.

Couldn’t possibly be inside the radio.

Justin was too smart for all those places.

Where could it be?

Max scratched his head. The dresser caught his attention.

Once, when they were younger, Justin accidentally showed Max where his money stash was when he went to give him a dollar to buy a candy bar at the mart down the road.

Yes! That had to be where Justin hid his master wand.

Max skidded open the top drawer of Justin’s dresser. It scrapped terribly loud. Max clinched his teeth. He had never felt so terrified in his life. If he got caught, he knew he could face a life of treachery. He could even end up being treated as poorly as Justin treated Alex. That would kill him from the inside out.

His cheeks flushed up as he started to rifle though Justin’s underwear. The top layer was an amazing amount of tighty whities. How could a person love them that much? And how did he keep them so white? Max began to wonder. Clearly mom wasn’t doing Justin’s laundry any longer.

That became even more evident as he scrapped the top layer off.

What the? Max thought.

Underneath the briefs there was an array of other kinds of underwear. Max lifted up a Speedo and examined it for a second. It had their school logo on it. Max didn’t recall Justin ever joining the swim team.

Another article instantly grabbed Max’s interest. He lifted it up after he placed the Speedo back. It had a front but only two straps in the back. Was that what they called a jockstrap?

Has Justin been raiding the locker room or what?

That wasn’t the end of the shock. There were bikinis, thongs, and some leather thing that Max couldn’t figure out. Wow. His brother was a freak.

Max’s hands shook as he continued to dig down. He was beginning to feel quite dirty going through Justin’s personal belongings as such. Not to mention the shock on his system at what was within those personal things. He shuttered as his hand grasped what he was searching for. The long, stick-like object was in his hands. He pulled his hand back and the jockstrap caught onto it.

Seeing the object up closer, Max instantly knew it wasn’t a wand at all. It was shaped like a penis instead. And it was bright orange.

What the freak is wrong with Justin?

Thinking of Justin, he walked right into the room. Max held his breath.

Maybe he won’t notice me.

“What the Great Gatsby are you doing in here, you little twerp?” Justin asked. There was a malice in his voice that made Max quiver.

Without thinking, Max turned slowly toward Justin. Dildo in hand. Jockstrap still on the end of it.

Justin’s angry face quickly turned into a shocked expression, then went back to angry.

“You’ve gone too far, this time!” Justin grabbed his real wand off of his bed and pointed it at Max. “Silenceo. Icetonus.”

Max was stuck. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. He was stuck there.

Justin ripped a book from his shelf and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

For the Geeks

 Seth's Gift

By David Lee
<dlee169@hotmail.com>


----------

Seth had always known he was adopted.  No one had told him verbally; he
just knew.  It was like a lot of other things.  He had some inborn sense
that not everyone around him seemed to have.

Early on, he'd learned to "close the curtain."  That was his turn of phrase
for blocking others from reading his thoughts.  It wasn't that he sensed
anyone else invading his mind, but he instinctively protected himself from
that possibility.  Again, he wasn't sure why.  Perhaps it was because he
could feel other people's thoughts.  He couldn't mind-read as such, but he
had perceptions of what was going on in someone else's head.  For instance,
he couldn't know for certain the exact questions his teacher would ask on a
test, but he could sense what general areas he should study most.  It was a
gift that he was determined to keep secret.  If people knew, they would
probably consider him a freak and avoid him.

At a young age, he knew that his adoptive parents loved him very much.  It
was more than the outward expressions like hugging or tousling his hair; it
was in what their minds projected.  It was the same with his only sibling.

Seth began to suspect that people around him did not possess the same gift.
If they did, they would certainly react to some of his thoughts.  At 13, in
the onset of puberty, he tested his theory.  One day in the presence of his
12 year old brother, he let his mind wander to the erotic wet dream he'd
experienced the night before.  It had involved a cousin and would certainly
have brought about an expression of either lust or disgust had the boy been
able to tune into Seth's wave-length.  But Simon went on picking up his
dirty clothes, paying no attention.

Seth projected a stronger image.  In fact, the picture was so vivid in his
mind that the bulge in his jeans grew uncomfortably in its confinement.
Still there was no reaction.  Luckily, he was wearing an over-sized T that
disguised his "problem."  Had Simon noticed his hardon, he probably would
have reacted by projecting a randy aura.

From then on, Seth began to hone his skill.  If he had an unusual ability,
there was no reason not to make the most of it.  It was helping him stay at
the top of his class without deliberately using it, so he would see how
much further it could take him if he more consciously exercised it.

----------

Seth was able to make the transition from middle school to high school more
easily than many of his classmates because he instinctively knew how to
react in social situations.  He could tell who needed a kind word, who
thought he was cute, and who was best avoided.

He tactfully kept girls at a distance.  They didn't interest him in the way
that other boys talked about in the locker room.  Seth wasn't sure why, but
he suspected that he was different.  He took comfort in knowing that his
brother seemed to feel the same way.  Perhaps they would change when their
hormones kicked in completely.

----------

On the day of his 16th birthday, his parents had a larger than usual party
for him.  His father said something about it's being in recognition of his
becoming a man.  Seth wondered if his father knew about the thick bush of
pubes he had sprouted or that he could shoot big loads of jizz when he
jacked off, but decided that it probably had nothing to do with either.
Surely his father had experienced puberty at about the same age.

After the celebration, when most of the other guys had left and his brother
was sent outside to shoot hoops with the one remaining friend, his parents
sat down with him for a serious discussion.  He had anticipated it all
afternoon because he could "read" anxiety in their thoughts.  He knew it
wasn't going to be something shocking, but was a thing that they dreaded
having to talk about.  Could it be "The Talk?"  He didn't think so, because
his dad had already explained the rudiments of how babies were made.

The seriousness of his father's demeanor seemed out of place on the warm
spring day.  Seth could hear the songs of birds outside the open window.
It had been a glorious day.  Seth hoped it would continue to be when this
was over.  His father dived into the deep end.

"We want you to know that we love you very much," Greg said by way of
introduction.  "You are as good a son as anyone could have.  But we need to
tell you the truth.  We are not your blood relatives."

"It's okay, Dad.  I kinda knew that.  You love me like you do Simon.
You're the best parents any boy could wish to have!"

With that, he embraced his father and then his mother.  They both had tears
in their eyes.  He knew it was a combination of joy and relief.

"We were afraid that you'd be hurt when you knew.  We intended to tell you
at an early age, but then someone might have taken you from us." His mother
said.

"Why would they want to do that?"

"Well, we didn't formally adopt you.  We filled out a birth certificate
that says you are our natural child.  But the truth is that we found you on
our doorstep in a wicker basket.  There was a note asking us to care for
you and love you as our own.  It requested that we give you this on your
16th birthday as a way of welcoming you into manhood.  It appears that your
people consider you a man at that age."

As she said that, she opened a small wooden box that contained a crystal
pendant on a gold chain.  Seth was mesmerized by the splendor of it.  It
seemed to have an inner yellowish glow.  He held it in his hands silently
for a couple of minutes and then slipped it around his neck.  His smile lit
up the room.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Here's the note too.  It may be in your mother's handwriting."

"It may be from the woman who gave me life, but a mother is someone who
nurtures.  YOU are my mother!"

Again there were tears and hugs and Seth sensed that he had said the right
thing.  Not only had he expressed it, but he had meant it.  Love is a
stronger tie than blood, he thought.

----------

For some inexplicable reason, Seth began to let his mental guard down a bit
after his birthday.  Perhaps he was more relaxed now that he knew the truth
about his family.  He still didn't know who he really was or where he'd
come from, but that wasn't as important as being loved.  Perhaps he'd
search someday.  However, he didn't know how to go about it without getting
anyone in trouble.  There was no birth record to check.  Well, there was a
birth record, but of course it said that he was born to Greg and Tabitha
Rommel.  It had the hour and day of his birth which had been on the note
that was pinned to his baby blanket when he was found.

Since he'd been born in April after a long and harsh winter, the officials
at the records office accepted the fact that he'd been born at home.  No
one had seen his mother in the cold months preceding his birth without a
coat or heavy sweater on, bundled up against the arctic blasts.  No one
could have known she had not been pregnant.

Tabitha had some Gypsy blood flowing in her veins, so Seth's dusky
complexion wasn't something that would raise a red flag either.  The
charade had not been difficult to pull off.

Tabitha had prayed to God for a baby and even tried some old charms that
had been handed down in her family.  When the baby appeared on her
doorstep, she was sure it was an answer from above.  Within three months of
finding Seth, she had become pregnant for real.

----------

After his parents' disclosure, Seth was also more casual about being nearly
naked in the presence of his brother in the room they shared.  Since they
weren't related by blood, Seth wouldn't feel guilty if they should end up
fooling around.  Simon seemed to be taking more notice of Seth's body than
in the past.  Seth could read his desire.

Because of being the elder brother, Seth had the larger of the two beds.
If Simon had wanted to trade, Seth would have.  One of them could have
moved into the tiny guest room that was rarely used, but each boy seemed
content with things the way they were.

One night in May as Seth was sprawled on his bed wearing his favorite
worn-out briefs which had revealing holes in them, he felt a presence
outside the curtain of his mind.  It wasn't Simon, because he wasn't in the
room.  Seth opened the curtain a slit to see who was there.  The figure on
the other side was old and wizened, reminding him of Yoda from "Star Wars."

"Open to me insolent young pup!" a booming voice demanded.

Seth quickly shut down any access to his mind, holding the crystal tightly
in his hand.  He was gripped with dread of the power that surrounded the
strange being.  Despite closing off the channel, he could still feel a cold
presence.  There was a loud crashing sound like thunder, but evidently it
was all in his head because Simon, who had just come into the room, showed
no sign of hearing it.

Simon stripped to his underwear and lay down closely beside Seth on the
double bed.  He turned on his side, looking into Seth's dark eyes and
running his right hand over Seth's tight abs, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

Seeing Seth's favorable reaction, Simon got up and closed the door.  When
he came back, he ran his hand over the rising bulge in Seth's tattered
briefs.  Of course that made the bulge bigger and caused a wet spot to
appear.

The cold presence outside of Seth's mind slowly melted away.

"I know we're not blood brothers so I'm not doing anything wrong," Simon
began.  "I knew something was up on your birthday and I wanted to find out
what it was, so I sent James home telling him I was tired.  Then I crouched
under the window.  I think it's cool because I want to do things with
you..."

"Things like...?"

"I think you know what I mean; things like I'm doing now," Simon said as he
freed Seth's rising boyhood from the confines of his pouch.

"Yeah!" Seth replied as he ran his hand under the waistband of Simon's
underwear.

"That feels so-o-o good!" Simon cooed.

"You do shoot jizz, right?"

"Sure.  Could we make each other do it?  I'd like to cum with you."

He nodded as he massaged Simon's groin causing the younger boy to gasp and
moan so loudly that Seth had to caution him that they'd get caught if he
didn't keep the noise down.  Simon stuffed the corner of a pillow into his
mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure while Seth brought him to an
unbelievably strong orgasm in a very short time.  As he came down from his
sexual high, he lay on top of Seth, kissing him on the mouth.  Seth kissed
back.

"Uh, can you help me out here?" Seth pleaded, pointing to his throbbing
phallus.

"Oh, sorry."

Simon got down close to have a good look at Seth's impressive dark cock.
He pulled back the foreskin to reveal the sticky pink head.  He was near
enough to smell the pleasant aroma of boy sweat and precum.  He got brave
and licked a glistening drop.  More flowed out in response and he lapped
that up too.

Seth was nearly catatonic with desire.  He'd jacked plenty of times in the
past three years, but this was beyond anything he'd ever dreamed of.  The
velvety softness of Simon's tongue sent thrills through his whole body.

"Could you suck on it?" he implored breathlessly.

Wanting to please his older bro, Simon willingly complied.  The more he
felt the silky texture in his mouth and tasted the sweet salty fluid, the
more he liked it.  Soon he was pleasuring Seth like someone who'd been
doing it for years, not moments.

Seth began to claw the sheet, writhing, his head rolling from side to side.

"I'm gonna cum!"  he gasped.

Simon didn't move out of the way, but took blast after blast of hot boy
juice in his mouth.  He kept sucking and tonguing until Seth got so
sensitive that he had to ask him to stop.

"Was it good?"  Simon asked with a grin, tiny ropes of cum oozing down his
chin.

"Awesome!" Seth responded as he pulled Simon on top of himself, kissing him
deeply after cleaning his face with his tongue.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure, any night you want!"

All night, the boys cuddled together in a tangle of arms and legs.  Both
rested surprisingly well and Seth wasn't bothered by the "presence."

----------

The next day after school, the two boys meandered home by the creek that
ran through the woods.  Before they got to their house, an older woman
stopped them.

"I have business with Seth.  You must leave us and go on home."

"No, I'm staying," Simon insisted.

"This does not concern you.  It is a private matter.  Do as I say!"

"I love my brother and will not leave!"

"He is not your brother!"

"Simon knows that," Seth said quietly.  "He may stay if he wants, or I will
not talk to you."

"Very well!  Be it upon your own heads if evil befalls you both!  I am your
grandmother and I am here to tell you that there is dreadful malevolence
afoot!"

"Oh cut the drama and get to it, Grandma, if that's who you indeed are."
Seth said.

"Okay, I can do that.  I know it's the 21st century and all the old ways
don't impress you young `uns.  My point is that there is an ancient
wickedness at work and you may be the one to put a stop to it."

"So the fate of Western Civilization rests upon my young shoulders and I
must do some heroic deed to prevent its utter collapse!" Seth scoffed.

"You are so much like your father!" the lady laughed heartily.  "I swear he
was just as cheeky and just as cute.  I wish you could have known him."

"Then he is dead; and my mother too?"

"Yes, both of them.  Your father died in a so-called accident and your
mother died giving birth to you.  I'm the one who wrote the note and left
you on Tabitha's step.  Some of our people married Gypsies, so she is a
distant relative.  Anyway, she was barren at the time and I knew she would
love you as her own.  I sent along the crystal to protect you and to lead
me to you if you got lost.  I'm glad you are wearing it.  It has powers."

"I feel like I've stepped into a Harry Potter novel," Seth grinned.  "You
can't be serious."

"I am.  I'm sure you will be visited by Voldar soon if you haven't been
already."

"Is he a dried up old man who looks like one of those apple dolls?"

"So he has been here."

"He tried to force his way into my mind, but I shut the curtain."

"You repelled him?"

"Well, he went away with a crash of thunder or something."

"You are a stronger soul than I had anticipated.  Few can force him to
retreat.  He will be back, probably with more power next time.  No doubt he
misjudged your strength as I did.  Whatever you did to keep him at bay,
keep on doing it.

To bring his evil deed to pass, he needs a young man, a virgin, to conceive
an offspring with his sister.  She is an old hag, but can transform herself
into a beautiful, enticing young girl.  Once she has taken the young man's
virginity as well as his sperm, she will spawn a devil more powerful than
Beelzebub.

Voldar will be desperate to bring this about because his time is short.
The power from his sister's offspring will rejuvenate him.  Without it, his
very survival may be in jeopardy.

The magic will only work with a pure blood such as yourself from our line.
Voldar tried to make it happen with your father and failed because your
mother, bless her soul, charmed him into her bed before it could take
place.  You were conceived as a result of his first time.  Voldar would
have raised you to manhood so he could use you, had he known of your
existence.  But we came up with a charm that prevented it."

"The crystal?"

"That, and an ancient incantation.  Anyway, now that you have reached
puberty and can produce sperm, the charm is weakening.  You must remain
strong until you can marry or take a lover.  Perhaps the elders and I can
come up with a more powerful spell to keep you safe."

"Couldn't I just get laid?" Seth asked.

"No, unfortunately.  You must lose your virginity to someone you love," his
grandmother sighed.

----------

"Do you believe all that stuff?" Seth asked after the boys parted from the
old woman and continued on their way.

"It's hard not too, as serious as your grandmother seemed.  It sounds like
a kind of spiritual war that is beyond a mere mortal like me."

"Are you suggesting that I'm not mortal?"

"I don't know.  All I know is that you're what I want, and no one else."

"Don't you want to get married and have children?"

"Do you?"

"I'd like children, but I'm not sure I want to do what it takes to make
them!" Seth replied.

"Me neither.  We could adopt or get a surrogate."

"So are you saying that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do.  I love you."

----------

It was several days later when Seth felt the presence again.  Simon wasn't
sure if he felt it too, or only sensed Seth's reaction to it.  Either way,
it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

They were in the woods again, not far from an abandoned shack where they'd
played as youngsters.  It had been a fun place in their childhood, but now
seemed sinister.  A thick fog suddenly enveloped them and as they fought to
get through it they found themselves in the small building.

Outside the wind rose and lightning flashed, followed by the loudest
thunder they'd ever heard.  In the entire surrounding area a storm of
gigantic proportions was brewing.  TV programs were interrupted to
broadcast weather alerts.  Seasoned meteorologists declared that they'd
never seen the like.  Everyone was advised to hunker down for the storm of
the century.  People headed for their basements hoping to survive.

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"Welcome young pup.  You cannot escape me this time.  My beautiful sister
will be here soon and you will fill her belly with your virile seed.  You
are as handsome as she is lovely.  You're offspring will be a being of pure
light.  But first you must take off that necklace."

"It stays," Seth said looking the old being in the eyes.

"You will learn not to defy me, whelp!"

A bolt of lightning struck a meter or less from the building, which shook
violently.  At that moment, a young lady entered the room.  She was indeed
a perfect specimen of feminine attractiveness.  Her golden hair fell across
her full breasts.  She wore only a gauze-like fabric that was so sheer that
it hid nothing.  Most 16 year old males would be enthralled, but not Seth.

"Voldar, you fool, why did you bring the other boy?" the young lady asked
in a harsh voice that belied her softness.  "He will only complicate
things.  He cannot be left to tell what he has seen."

"I could never find them apart, dear sister.  And who knows, he may be of
some use to us."

"You may as well leave," Seth said to her.  "Your charms have no effect on
me.  I will not breed with you and fertilize your eggs."

"You have no choice," the old presence insisted.

"I can will myself to stay limp so I won't be able to perform."

"I'll give you a choice then." Voldar shouted.  "Either you have sex with
my sister or I will make your brother into a eunuch.  We will leave you two
alone for 15 minutes while you come to terms with my offer.  I'm sure you
care enough for him that you don't want him to lose his manhood."

"Don't give them so much time," the girl objected.

"I have given my word and dare not go back on it." Voldar told her.  "All
will be well."

----------

"Shit!  I can't let him cut your balls off." Seth exclaimed after they were
alone.

Then he enclosed the crystal in his hand and shuttered his mind with all
his might so that Voldar couldn't read his thoughts.

"But you can't have intercourse with that witch either!  You know what your
grandmother said.  It's all coming true.  They'll probably kill me anyway
so I can't be a witness."

"What can I do?"  Seth whispered.

"I know what I'm gonna do," Simon said as he stripped off his clothes.  "I
know it sounds strange, but I'm gonna cum one more time before I lose my
favorite parts!"

Despite his bravado, the fear of losing his manhood prevented him from
getting an erection.  He had put on the macho façade for the sake of his
brother, but inside, he was frightened nearly to death.

"Let me hold you once more before they kill us both," Seth said as he
stripped too.

Once they were holding each other naked, both began to be aroused.  Simon
suddenly saw a way out.

"Take me now!  I've wanted this for a long time."

"It's gonna hurt!  We've never done it and we don't have any lube."

"I've been, uh, practicing with a carrot, hoping.  There are worse things!"

"Ok, I guess it can't hurt more that the thought of being emasculated!"
Seth agreed.

Adding Simon's accumulating precum to his own, along with a gob of spit,
Seth pushed past Simon's anal ring as gently as he could given the time
constraints they were fighting against.

Simon cringed momentarily, but soon adjusted.

"Fuck me hard!"  Simon cried.  "I want to feel your cum splashing in my
gut!"

Spurred on by Simon's dirty talk , the tight, hot feeling of his chute, and
the forbidden quality of their sexual union; Seth was heading for an orgasm
at lightning speed.  With a cry of pure pleasure, he began to spew his load
just as Voldar and his sister entered the shack.

There was a loud clap of thunder and sounds of screaming and rage.  The
crystal pendant burned bright orange.  Both boys collapsed on the ground.

About 10 minutes later, Seth regained consciousness.  The first thing he
heard was the sound of birds calling their mates in the peaceful spring
afternoon.  He couldn't dwell on it long because there were more pressing
matters.  He wasn't sure if Simon and he were still in one piece.  With
trembling hands, he checked his brother out, finding him completely whole.
Simon came to as he was being felt up.

"Wow that was one powerful orgasm!  Simon giggled.  "I've never passed out
before.  I didn't know I could cum without being touched."

"Hmm, I must be a real stud to make you shoot that much!" Seth joked.

"But you're the hero, how did you know we could break the magic by making
magic of our own together?"

"Well, your Grandma said that you needed to make it with someone you loved
and I knew how you felt about me."

"You're awesome!

Hey look, there're two piles of dust and old rags by the door where he and
his sister stood.  I guess it was all true," Seth exclaimed.

"Look at the crystal, it's glowing a soft jade now, the color of your eyes.
It's so pure and serene looking." Simon said.  "Oh my God, your eyes are
green!  I know they were always black."

"I think several things have changed.  Thanks to you, I think we won.
Let's go home and clean up before Mom and Dad get there.  What a beautiful
spring day it's turning out to be."

With their arms around each other's shoulders, they ambled toward their
humble abode smiling in the knowledge that they were a part of each other's
destiny...

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Waiting for Faceless Name

Sir Youth hunches over a stiff cane,
Wandering through a busied crowd.
Nameless faces bounding by,
Swarming from obssession to possession.
His boyish grin is stolen in the air.
Unloved by the ants,
Scattering away from a fallen biscut.
Bones start to creet at standing still.
The breeze will not bring in the faceless name
Sir Youth is a watchman for.
Poets of old whisper "Soulmate" to him.
Eyes see his wimpering desire,
Caring not for the mystery inside.
Immaturity begs him to stop an ant.
A small connection builds a bridge between their antenna.
Maturity blows a hole in that bridge
As awkward words flush his face.
Singled out nameless face moves on,
Willing the wind to carry it away.
Sir Youth creeps back into the shadows
And breathes out hope for the future.
Cracking bones are comforted against cold bricks.
The structure holds his body up.
Shaking knees want to give in,
Melting him into the sidewalk
Nameless faces can then walk on Sir Youth.

Only Faceless Name can lift him up.

Biggest Dream?

Mine is to become a published author.

What's yours?

Cameras Humming

The Troop on Nickelodeon

Jake fidgeted next to Felix in the Troop HQ. It was nearing midnight, everything nice and peaceful, the humming tranquility periodically interrupted by beeps and clicks of the security. Mr. Stockley had already locked up for the night, Hayley leaving for some all-important club or award event way earlier. It was just Felix and Jake all alone.
He was bored. He'd done all his homework (something that Hayley would be proud,) Started working on that Research paper for class, got tired with it, drew two life sketches of Hayley from memory, and was now mindlessly doodling and checking out Felix from the side of his vision.
Felix was busy working on some techno-gadget that he didn't really have a clear grasp on. When he asked Felix, he spouted off so much Techno-babble it left Jake's head spinning. Even still, Jake couldn't help but look as the Troop member fiddled with some new gadget.
Plain hands twisted between wires and bits of stuff that Jake didn't have a name for (but Felix probably did. He always did. That was Felix.) They weren't elegant or pretty- unlike Hayley's (but he was pretty sure Hayley took hours maintaining her care for her hands to be perfection,) but bony with blunted nails- a boy's hand. Nothing special, just...boring old hands.

Felix

He let his eyes trail up past tanned skinny arms, up the button-down shirt he's wearing today (brown, Jake noted idly, rolled up at the sleeves,) until finally his eyes rested on the boy's neck, the curve of where his jaw meets the neck alluring him, oddly (With Hayley, it's the face, body, hands, etc. With Felix, It's nothing too special...only that neck.) He let his eyes drift up.
Tan face, black hair- average looking in a dorky-cute way (that's never leaving his head) completely oblivious to Jake's staring.
"You know, I'm not oblivious to your staring." Jake stared, looking around before scratching the base of his head. "What?"
Felix turned to look at him, eyes flat behind black horn-rim glasses. "You've been staring at me for fifteen minutes; what, you need something? You need to go to the bathroom...the lunchroom...anywhere?" Jake just continually shook his head. "I was just…taking an artistic appreciation?"
"Appreciation of what?" Jake didn't answer. Felix slammed down the item he was working on. "You know Jake ever since that...you've been acting strangely. Seriously, what's wrong? Is it a family problem, persona? Is it about Hayley?"
"Hayley's fine…"He reclined in his seat, staring at the Hispanic. "Nothing's...everything's the same. The plain old boring same. Same sameness. Everything the same..."
"So everything's all right? Again, Felix was met with silence. He was getting worried. "Jake, what's wrong? I'm your friend," he gave a weak chuckle, looking at the amateur artist. "I can handle anything. I'll do anything, if it makes you feel better."

Jake

Jake looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Anything."
Felix nodded. "Anything."
Jake nodded in agreement, lips pursed, before leaping out of his chair and tackling a squawking Felix to the wall. "Like, really anything?" He asked breathlessly, because it was a long time since he tackled something down. Maybe he should start working out with Hayley... "Or are you just talking about just limited anything?"
"Jake, what are you talking about?" He couldn't meet his eyes. "Were you playing with some monster and got bit?"
"I was playing with something, alright," Jake muttered, causing Felix to look at him with shock. He smirked, before leaning forward. This had happened before, by accident; now he got shocked, and he couldn't wait it anymore for it to happen naturally. Fatefully. He wanted it now.
When he pulled back, Felix's eyes glittered with amusement, a smirk twirling onto his features. "Are you going to stop this time, Jake Collins?" The Troop member looked at him, thoughtful. Glasses already askew, eyes bright and slightly glazed, face beginning to show pink, unlike Hayley, who always told him to stop about right now, not like her at all so shouldn't he-ah, what the hell.
"No." He yanked Felix's body by his belt-loops, shoving his lips and hips into the boy. When Jake pulled back, there was an underlying current in Felix's eyes, a mixture of anxiety, confusion, and...lust?' Ah' said the devious side of his mind, and caused his lips to slip back to Felix's warm mouth, grinding his hips onto the boy with renewed enthusiasm.
Felix murmured as Jake twisted his tongue around the boy's, tugging it gently before licking the inside of his cheek. Felix tasted like a mixture of sugar and copper, sweet and tangy at the same time. He sighed into the mouth, releasing it after a slow warm open kiss that left them both breathless.
Felix felt his eyes widen and throat moving erratically before biting his lip and closing his eyes, a blissful smile forming as he leaned his head back to give Jake more room to suck at his neck. Jake gently grazed across a vein, kissing it gently, causing the boy to shudder with bliss. He then grabbed Felix's thighs, hitching up the boy's legs around his waist before going back to the curious pleasure of Felix's neck. He felt his hands wander, unbuttoning the Hispanic's shirt, un-tucking the undershirt, running a hand under the shirt up his chest before gently rubbing a nipple. Felix's breathing got faster as Jake's legs started to shake from all the weight.
"Jake," gasped Felix, putting his hands on Jake's shoulders, trying to clear the lust away, if only for a moment. "Can… we…?"
For a quick moment Jake moved his mouth away from the spot he was sucking, muttering, "On Three. One...Two…"
They simultaneously pushed off of the wall at that exact moment. Jake stumbled, hopping on one leg to regain his balance, before falling with a painful "thump."
"Jake, you okay?" Felix asked from above him as he groaned. He opened his eyes a bit, seeing Felix's worried face above him. He smiled at him, nodding. "Yeah," he said before reaching up to capture a kiss from those tantalizing lips.

---

Jake quietly cursed when his hand slipped from Felix's sweat, nearly making him fall back onto the cold floor. He tried to regain his balance by gripping his sides, before scratching out that idea and just simply wrapping his arms around Felix's neck, parting his thighs a bit more so he could thrust up against the other boy's crotch.
They had managed to diverse themselves of their clothes and now were sitting naked, chests pressed against each other. Felix's slicked hand pumped between their heated bodies, pressing both of their cocks together in brain-numbing ecstasy.
Felix bit his lip. "Jake," he panted between moaned expletives. "I'm close."
Jake squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold it, hang on, I'm-"
And the world exploded into white.
He didn't know how long was he shuddering against Felix, tightly wrapped in an embrace with him. Limbs were locked against each other, scraping against each other as they held each other tighter and tighter, before they collapsed, spent, falling away from each other, staring at the ceiling.
Jake cleared his throat after a while. "…So." Felix didn't murmur. Jake lifted his head, worried. "Felix?" he croaked, throat harsh from the silent screaming.
"…I think I'm bleeding from where I banged my head against the floor." Jake couldn't help it. He laughed. He laughed and picked himself up and then helped Felix up and before long, Felix was laughing alongside him as they started to put on their clothes and that's when Jake knew that everything was going to be okay. Maybe not forever, but for now, everything was going to be all right.

---

Felix stepped down from the ladder, beaming and rubbing his hands together. "All right, the security cameras are reset."
"And you sure that there isn't any footage at all left?" Jake asked from his place leaning on the wall, arms crossed, casual. Felix shook his head. "All of it erased; just me and you talking, then a bit of static, then it's muted, so all it's really picking up is the video." He nodded. "We're in the clear."
Jake gave him a smile. "Thanks." He patted his friend on the back. "Hey, why don't we go over to my house?"
"Really? Your parents are going to let you in this late?" Felix asked incredulously. Jake's smile slowly turned into a smirk. "My parents aren't home; vacation. And Phoebe's at some slumber party. Anyway, I got that new game you've wanted to try…" He trailed off, eyebrows raised.
"Jake you know better; last one home is a Vampire Moth and has to lose by default" Felix spun on his heels, and ran. Jake started.
 "Damnit Felix! Wait up!" Their laughter drifted away, echoing into silence in the dark Head Quarters as the cameras looked on.