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Subject: {ASSM} Beltway Snipers - Revised (Mm/mind control/violence)
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This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are fictional.
Any resemblance between these fictional characters and real ones is
purely coincidental. This work includes various homosexual acts. If you
are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else
to read.

Few people know about the events leading up to the capture of the
beltway snipers in Washington, D.C. or the true nature of the
relationship between the two men. While their actions were
reprehensible, to say the least, in many ways they were ordinary men
with ordinary needs and desires.

When the boy, Lee Boyd Malvo, was just 15 he was living in Antigua with
his mother. Malvo's father had long abandoned him, and even his
mother showed little interest in his upbringing. She shuffled the boy
around to various relatives, never providing him with a constant
caregiver or a stable place to live.

Malvo passed the time away by drawing and daydreaming about a
"father" he had never known; a father who would take him by the
hand and guide him on the passage to manhood. This father would teach
him how to fight, fish, repair cars, make home repairs, handle women
and fire shot guns. All the things a boy wants to learn from an elder
male figure.

Malvo hung out at the local electrical supply store in Antigua. One
day, a tall African American man and his son entered the shop. Malvo
was captivated by the relationship between the two. The father knew all
about electrical supplies and spoke with authority on making repairs.
There seemed to be a military air to the man. He exuded air of
discipline, self-confidence and self-control. The boy he had with him
clearly admired the man. He listened patiently and did whatever the man
told him to do.

Malvo started to hang out at the electrical supply store more often;
hoping the boy and the man would show up. The man, John Allen Muhammad,
and his son, John Jr. became regulars at the shop. Lee watched them
closely, admiring the father-son relationship.

In his innocence, Lee introduced himself to the man one day and asked
if the man would be his "father." Muhammad was impressed with the
young boy - he was handsome, polite and he clearly had a good head on
his shoulders. Muhammad looked over the boy's artwork and discovered
that the boy was talented and had in interest in reading, which was
uncommon for most kids his age.

Muhammad started to spend time with the boy. He found the lad's
admiration of him somewhat vindicating, given the fact that he was in
the midst of losing a custody battle for his own children back in the
states. The fact that a perfect stranger looked up to him and wanted
him to be his "father" reassured Muhammad that he was a worthy
role-model and parent.

Malvo introduced Muhammad to his mother, and the two began dating. This
was everything Malvo could hope for; maybe he would have a real father,
whom he could admire, at last. Malvo's mother and the forty year-old
man, however, were never really intimate; in fact the man was more
interested in the boy than he was in the boy's mother.

Lee lived in fear of the frequent times when his mother would go off
for weeks - sometimes months - leaving him in the care with other
female adults who were either her friends or members of the family.
Such experiences deepened his tendency to turn inward and occupy
himself with drawing, reading, writing, daydreaming and listening to
Reggae music.

When his mother suddenly announced one day that she was going off, once
again - this time to Fort Myers, Florida to get her life together,
this came as no surprise to the frequently abandoned child. But who
would take care of the lad while she was gone? Lee's anxieties were
replaced with anticipation when he learned that her male "friend,"
John, was willing to look after him.

The woman promised that she would send for the boy in a few months -
after she had time to get settled and get her act together. Lee knew
better than to expect to hear from her anytime soon - especially if
she were successful in sneaking into the States as an illegal
immigrant. Surely she would not want to risk this opportunity by
sending for her son and possibly calling unnecessary attention to
herself.

Mr. Muhammad rested a firm hand on the boy's shoulder as the boy's
mother told him of her plans. The boy looked up at Muhammad and smiled
hopefully. He enjoyed the affection that the man showed for him. He was
eager to please Mr. Muhammad, wishing that some of the older man's
strength and self-confidence would rub off on him.

Lee's mother left the two men on the Island and snuck into the United
States on forged documents. John looked after the boy, who was still a
little shy. Lee did all the chores that John demanded of him. He lived
in constant fear that this man, like his real father and all other men
in his life, would someday abandon him.

He frequently brought the topic up in private conversations, and
Muhammad took full advantage of the boy's desire for a surrogate
father by referring to the boy as his "son".

John had previous associations with the Nation of Islam. When he was a
young man he frequently read their newspaper, "The Final Call," and
listened to tapes by leaders of the organization, such the Minister
Louis Farrakan. For their part, members of the Nation of Islam wanted
to have very little to do with the man. They regarded him as being
undisciplined, too full of himself and a little bit crazy.

But Muhammad picked up a number of valuable ideas that he could pass on
to the boy, such as the notion of black self-help, black self-esteem,
ownership of property and resistance against oppression. John's
translation of the organization's ideas, and the feverish imagination
of a teenage black boy, created the image of an organization that was
full of daring exploits and adventure. Soon these themes began to
emerge in the young man's drawings. John was pleased to see that the
boy was quickly absorbing his ideas.

Lee began to listen to hip-hop lyrics that were influenced by the
Nation of Islam and other black nationalist organizations. He did some
reading on the topic on his own. It didn't take long before he was
able to challenge Muhammad, but he quickly learned not to contradict
his mentor.

 Like any normal boy, though, Lee had his moments of rebellion. Being
bright and curious as he was, he occasionally would refuse to back down
from the man. This irritated Muhammad, who preferred blind obedience
rather than the inquisitiveness of an independent intellect. At such
times he would withdraw his affections, leaving the boy devastated.

One day, Muhammad decided to put an end to Lee's independence once
and for all. "Okay, son - it's time for you to learn the secrets
about discipline and submission," the older man said, "Do as I say,
and you will become a real man." Lee was eager to comply.

John made the boy strip naked and get down on his knees to suck the
older man's dick and balls. Lee recoiled at the suggestion at first,
but the older man insisted. "Do you want to be my 'son' or do you
want me to abandon you like that other nigger you used to call
'daddy,' and all those black bitches who were your surrogate
moms?"

Lee felt pangs of anxiety sweep over him. He sucked the older man's
long black cock until it was good and hard. He tasted the sweat of his
mentor's nut sacs as he stuffed them in his young mouth. Muhammad
moaned and held the boy's head tight, as he fucked the youth's
handsome young face.

Muhammad pumped his dick in and out of the boy's mouth, making the
lad gag and gasp at points. Nevertheless, Lee sucked the older man's
cock like a real trooper - and when Muhammad lost control in a wave
of orgasm, the young man sucked down the ocean of thick creamy cum that
gushed out of the older man's black cock.

"Yeah, atta boy," Muhammad moaned, "Suck down all that thick cum.
It'll make you big and strong - make you grow hair on your
chest."

Lee liked the idea of becoming more like his older mentor and sucked
down his cum with a passion. Muhammad thick cum juices dribbled down
the young man's chin - a contrast of creamy white cum on the black
boy's smooth handsome face.

Once John had recovered from his orgasm he had the boy get on all fours
so that he could fuck the youth from behind. The kid's firm black ass
was high in the air. The older man shoved his hard cock up the boy's
ass, making the youth grunt in pain. Muhammad humped the young man's
ass, holding onto the boy's shoulders while he rode the lad like a
cowboy riding a horse.

All the boy could do was grunt, moan and take it. The act was so
humiliating that Malvo blushed with shame. Muhammad plowed the boy's
ass all the harder. Before long he shot a thick stream of cum into the
boy's tight ass - then he shot several more waves of cum into the
boy until it was running down the back of the young man's legs.

The boy was thoroughly humiliated, but he learned not to talk back or
question Muhammad anymore. And so it went night after night. Muhammad
gave the boy regular lessons in submission to authority and humility.
Malvo became the object of Muhammad's desire for domination and
sexual release.

Night after night Lee sank to his knees in front of his mentor. Lee's
hands trembled as he wrapped them around the man's thick cock. He
slipped the man's long fuck meat into his tender mouth. His young
lips warmed and moistened the older man's cock, making it hard until
it hit the back of the boy's throat. He gagged, but continued to suck
the man's dick.

The teenager moved his head up and down on the older man's cock,
tasting his precum and licking the man's hairy black scrotum. The man
pressed the boy's face in his pubes while he pumped his stiff cock
down the lad's throat.

Muhammad held the boy's head firmly, and pushed and pulled making the
boy suck him harder and faster. His loins twitched and he involuntarily
made quick thrusts in the young man's mouth. John knew he had found a
good young cocksucker who would do anything to be called his "son".

Lee slurped on the thick hard black cock, bringing the older man to a
series of wild orgasms.

John bucked in the young boy's mouth. Streams of saliva drooled down
the boy's teenage chin, followed by thick sticky loads of hot fresh
man-cum. Lee tried to swallow as much of the man's potent juices as
he could, but often the man had flooded the boy's mouth with cum and
it was more than the kid could handle.

Lee swallowed globs of John's juices and savored the taste. He could
feel the power and the anger of Mr. Muhammad surging inside of him
after he swallowed the older man's cum. He no longer simply ingested
the words and ideas of his older mentor - he also ingested the
man's body fluids. He hoped that this meant the two could never be
separated. At last he had an older male figure in his life whom he
could depend on.

After sucking the older man's dick, the two went outside and Mr.
Muhammad taught the boy how to fire a rifle that the man purchased
illegally. John seemed to treat shooting guns as an extension of
shooting his jizz inside the boy in his bedroom. Lee fired at trees,
tin cans and birds. At first he was almost as reckless with the rifle
as Dick Cheney is on a hunting expedition, but unlike the
vice-president, the boy gradually got better at it.

As Lee's body jerked from the force of gun, he was reminded of the
blasts from the older man's dick inside his mouth, showing him the
path to manhood. Lee fired at targets in the bright sunlight in the
yard, while John fired jizz all over the boy's face in the dim light
of the bedroom.

The men enjoyed the full pleasure of their shared masculinity. They
slept in the same bed, and in the dead of night Muhammad pulled Lee's
face to his crotch and made the boy suck him to sleep. Lee slurped on
the older man's cock, thinking he was gaining strength and wisdom
from the practice.

The men enjoyed the bonding of their masculinity; blasting their thick
creamy cum in hot sweaty orgasms between the sheets on the tropical
island. John ran his hands over the boy's smooth young arms and legs.
The boy's biceps were firm and solid. His lean young body had muscle
definition and tone. His smooth young legs were also strong and well
developed from the hours of distance running Muhammad force the lad to
do.

Lee was rapidly growing stronger with the aid of John's
testosterone-filled protein jizz that he fired on the boy's wet
tongue every night. John hissed at the boy as Lee moved his thick wet
lips up and down the shaft of the older man's dick, "yeah, atta
boy; who's yo daddy? Who's yo daddy?"

Time passed. Lee's mother didn't send for him until a year after
she slipped into the States. When the boy finally did see his mother
the visit was brief. She was busy with her own life. John seemed to
have taken a healthy interest in the boy, and this was a burden off of
her back. When she saw how strong and disciplined Lee had grown over
the year, she knew that John was giving the boy the kind of masculine
experience and training that only a man could give. Besides, she
didn't want to be bothered with the responsibility of raising the
boy.

John, having lost his own children in the child custody battle, took
advantage of the opportunity to take Lee under his wing. He took the
boy as far from his mother, and her influence, as he could. The two
settled in Bellingham, Washington were they lived in a homeless
shelter.

Lee briefly enrolled in a public high school, but didn't like it very
much. Although the girls were attracted to the bright handsome young
man, and most adults found the boy polite and pleasant to be around,
most of the boys were jealous and made fun of Lee.  They made fun of
his Jamaican accent, and the fact that he lived in a homeless shelter.

They also made fun of the way he smelled, since, living in the shelter,
he and Muhammad could not always take a shower. Malvo also complained
that the curriculum in the school was "Eurocentric," having been
influenced for more than a year by the older man's Nation of Islam
teachings.

When Malvo complained about the school and insisted that he did not
want to return, John never pressed the boy to continue. He agreed that
he could educate the boy better than the school would. Muhammad put the
boy through a rigorous program to train the youth's body and mind.
The two passed their days by lifting weights in the gym and firing on
the rifle range. John admired the young boy's smooth black body as it
glistened with sweat. At night the two spent long hours in coffee shops
going over the day's mental lessons and playing chess.

When the coffee shop closed, they returned to the homeless shelter and
occasionally snuck into the shower room where Lee could get his
periodic injection of thick manly protein from Muhammad's thick black
cock. John fired hot globs of cum all over the boy's black face. The
boy's dense bush of nappy hair absorbed some of the older man's
cum. Lee felt confident and proud whenever his face was covered with
Muhammad's thick white cum. Such times confirmed, in his mind, that
the man accepted his as his "son".

One day, however, John had been looking for the boy and he was nowhere
to be found. When the man finally found him, Lee was in the shower
room, making another young man suck on his thick hard cock. Lee had
just shot a thick load of teenaged jizz down the boy's throat when he
looked up to see John glaring at them.

John's jealousy overrode his arousal, he flew into a rage. The
younger boy fled from the scene, cum dripping from his lips, while John
threw Lee up against the wall of the shower. He slapped his young
mentee several times, making him cry, and threatened to abandon him.
Lee was deeply shaken.

That night John refused to let the boy suck on his dick or lick his
manly balls. Lee, being a healthy teenager, needed to get off several
times a day. He found that increasingly many males and females were
attracted to him because of his youth and the innate charisma he seemed
to possess. He wanted to experiment with different partners - but he
did not want to risk losing the closeness and bonding he had
established with his adoptive "father."

Tears silently ran down Lee's eyes as he slept in his cot at the
homeless shelter that night. Several cots over, however, John was
violently jerking off his own dick while replaying the images of Lee
shooting his jizz down his young buddy's throat in the showeroom. The
images kept running over and over in the older man's mind. Before he
knew it, he covered his thighs with a heavy pool of his own cum.

The next day, John realized how much he was turned on by the scene, of
his "son" dominating another youth. Still, he couldn't stand the
thought of sharing the boy's affections with other men, women and
boys. He also felt that it could be risky if Lee started spending too
much time with other people, without John knowing about it. John was in
the process of planning a new turn for both of their lives, but this
turn would require the utmost secrecy. He couldn't risk having Lee
confide the details of the plan to anyone else.

A few days after the showeroom encounter John decided it was time to
move on. The pair packed up and moved to Baton Rouge. There, John
unveiled his scheme to commit random acts of terror and force
authorities make him a multi-millionaire if they wanted the killings to
stop. John knew he was getting older, whereas Lee had blossomed into a
bright, handsome likeable young man.

It would only be a matter of time before Lee would realize that the
world was his oyster. But if John could score a $10 million pay-off
while getting Lee wrapped up in multiple murders, he could control the
boy forever.

When John revealed his plan for serial killings the youth was deeply
disturbed. He tried to talk Muhammad out of this crazy idea, but the
older man wasn't listening. The boy was so upset that he suck one of
John's pistols with him into the bathroom and played Russian Roulette
as he sat soaking in the warm water. He pulled the trigger several
times, but nothing happened. The boy realized he was running out of
luck - the next time he pulled the trigger he might very easily blow
his brains out. With trembling hands he laid the gun down on the floor
beside the bathtub and wept.

The boy wanted to escape, but he also did not want to lose the one man
who had shown an interest in him and who had taken him into his life.

The pair moved to the D.C. metropolitan area and purchased an old car
that Muhammad converted into a killing machine to snipe at victims
through an opening in the trunk. At night they parked in rest stops
where John forced himself on the boy. The lad felt powerless to resist
him.

Their hard black masculine bodies slammed against each other well into
the night. Lee's tight young manhole took the full length of John's
big hard fuck meat. John banged the boy's black ass until it was sore
and shot it full of cum. The two men grunted and groaned as the old car
shook and rocked with hot passion under the Maryland trees in the
darkness.

During most of the day, John released his frustration and anger on the
world by firing sniper bullets at random victims from the trunk of his
car. At night the two men drove to a safe hiding place and released
their built up sexual tensions and passions by bumping and grinding
their smooth sweaty black bodies together, covering each other with
cum.

John loved the smell and feel of the young strong teenager in his arms
as he rammed his dick in the boy's black ass. He loved the feel of
the boy's solid muscles and his smooth skin against his hard mature
body. He loved the boy's deep voice and the way the boy grunted with
passion while John fucked between his firm ass cheeks for hours on end.

Lee was torn. Although he desired women, he enjoyed the rough and manly
attention he was getting from his adopted "father." He met up to
the man's expectations with his precision marksmanship - on those
rare occasions when Muhammad forced him to be the sniper instead of the
lookout - and he surrendered his thick wet young lips and tight black
ass to his mentor at night, in the back seat of their killing machine.
The boy was utterly devoted to the older man.

Still, John noticed traces of resistance in the young man. When
Muhammad suggested that they should meet a quota of killing at least
six victims a day, Malvo objected.

"Why are we even here in the first place?" Lee protested, "Why
can't be go back down south or out west?"

"Because I've got to find my children. That bitch may have won the
custody battle, but no one in the world is gonna stop me from
snatchin' them up right from under the bitch's nose. I'm the
father of those children. I'm they real daddy."

Malvo was exasperated, "Well then why the hell don't we just kidnap
the little bastards and get the fuck outta here?"

Muhammad grabbed the boy by the shirt collar and slammed him into the
car door, "Them is MY kids you callin' 'little bastards.'
Don't forget, I'm they're real daddy - not yours. You more of a
bastard than they is."

Malvo was crushed by the man's comments.

Muhammad continued, "Anyways, we gotta do a lot more shootin' we
should be killin' six or more muthafuckas a day. We been killin only
one a day lately - and that's when we get lucky."

By this time Malvo had tuned the older man out. He slipped on his
headphones and blasted music in his ears, trying to block the man out.

"Okay, okay - I aint here, right?" Muhammad said, "You can't
listen to my ass, is that it? Well you can just get yo ass outta dis
door and fend fo yoself - see how long you last in da Maryland
suburbs..."

Muhammad thrust the door open and ejected the young man from the
vehicle. Malvo sat on the pavement at the rest stop and cried
uncontrollably. The boy completely broke down - he surprised himself
by the wave of emotion that came over him.

Before long, Muhammad rolled back around to pick the boy up. When the
boy got in his car Muhammad put his hand gently on the lad's shoulder
to reassure him, "Look son, I got big plans - big plans. When the
cops pay us our $10 mil, we gonna move up to Canada and buy a whole
lotta land. Then we gonna recruit young soldiers from all over, just
like yourself - and we gonna train em to kill, and the shit's gonna
be on. There be chaos all across the country."

By now Malvo thought the man was really crazy, but Muhammad was all he
had. He was the only person in the world he could really depend on. He
sat there in silence.

"Tell you what, young soldier, I want you to do the next job. We
gonna kill us another victim, and I want you to do the honors - you
think you up to it, son?"

Malvo was eager to get back into his mentor's good graces. He sniffed
away his tears and slowly nodded his head. The car sped off into the
night.

The pair reached a nearly deserted street; they had to be careful to
pick locations where there would be very few witnesses and where they
could make an easy getaway. Malvo slid out of the car and waited until
he saw a man who was alone. The boy lowered his rifle, took aim, and
fired a single shot. The man fell to the ground. Muhammad and Malvo
slowly and calmly drove from the scene to avoid calling attention to
themselves.

"Dayum, I done turned you into a monster," Muhammad beamed.

Malvo was shaken when he heard these words and swallowed hard.
Nonetheless, he had mixed feelings; clearly he had impressed his mentor
- and this was really what mattered. Muhammad patted the boy on his
shoulder.

Once again the duo parked for the night at a rest stop and made
passionate love in the back seat of the killing machine. Muhammad and
Malvo humped and bumped until the windows were covered with fog and the
air was full of the pungent odor of hot manly sweat and unwashed
bodies.

This time, however, the pair had finally run out of luck. A trucker
spied their car and noted the license plate that matched the one that
authorities had cautioned people to be on the lookout for. The trucker
quietly notified the police and parked his rig at the exit so that the
sniping team would be unable to escape if they became wise to the fact
that they had been spotted.

The sweaty, horny black men had drifted off into a deep sleep after a
long and aggressive fucking session. The automobile still smelled of
sweat, cum and masculine funk when the authorities finally closed in on
them. They surrounded the dark automobile and cocked their rifles,
prepared for a shootout - only to find the two warriors who had
terrorized the region cradled in each other's arms.

Muhammad's reign of terror over the lives of the population in the
D.C. metropolitan area, and over the mind of Lee Boyd Malvo, had
finally come to an end.

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