Face In The Mirror
			
Day 5Part 1Roberto and Rick

In the Organizations suite at the posh Los Angeles hotel, Roberto paced back and forth while his charge, the Latino boy singer, knelt naked on the floor, wondering why his master seemed so distraught.

It was terribly strange for Roberto to be nervous.  Hed spent forty years developing his suave sophistication.  At 62 tall, 160 lbs, with wavy black hair, deep brown eyes, bronze skin and a square jaw he was truly a G Q kind of guy.  In street lingo he was built like a brick shithouse and he knew it.  Hed breezed through candidacy thirteen years ago, dazzling his masters with his beauty; proved himself a gifted human resources exec interacting smoothly with senior controllers while he was still a junior.  His career to date had him on the fast track to leadership.  Then he asked for a more challenging assignment; to master a candidate with a public life, a young Latin singing star, and Rick entered the picture.

Roberto knew from day one that he was intensely attracted to the twenty-eight year old boy, but he thought he could handle it; keep it in check; not let his personal feelings get in the way.  Complications ensued; the kid was equally drawn to his controller, and it was more than the usual candidate transference. Rick began to fall for Roberto the first time they met, days before any of his hypnotic training began.  In a matter of weeks lust gave way to love and the pair were hopelessly entangled.

All the responsibility for this mess was going to fall on the Robertos shoulders.  He was the seasoned control master, well aware, from the start that he should notify his superiors; tell someone that he had been compromised.  The boy would have been assigned a new controller and his training would have continued.  But Roberto choked; he let his feelings cloud his judgment and he tried to act as both the kids supreme overlord AND his lover.. an untenable dichotomy, especially from the beginning of the boys candidacy.  Roberto was making love to his charge, frequently releasing him from his hypnotic state in order to screw each other senseless.  Now it was the boys training that was hopelessly fucked!  Hed need a complete evaluation and would probably have to re start his candidacy from beginning under a new mentor.  A problem this severe had never occurred.  Till now theyd been detected early and corrected.

Roberto worried about his future in the Organization, but he was scared shitless of being permanently separated from Rick.. the boy he loved with all his heart and soul.  C had it in his discretion and power to send them to opposite ends of the earth.  Roberto had been weaned on warm Mediterranean breezes; now he imagined the freezing winds blowing through him at his new posting in Siberia.  That was his nightmare; BUT C could make it real with the stroke of a pen.  Roberto knew how much Rick wanted to be part of the Organization, how happy he was to be a candidate.  He also knew C was capable of erasing this love affair from Ricks brain, making it all a distant echo.  Roberto was well aware what C could do, but he had no idea what in fact he would do.

The knock at the door almost sent Roberto into cardiac arrest.  He jumped a foot, then ran to answer.  It was his very good friend John, the doctor who had gone through candidacy with him.

John, looking dapper as hell, entered, Hey Rob, how goes it?

Roberto was tight as a drum, Oh Christ John, Ive really messed up this time.  Cs got to be pretty angry.  Ive done everything wrong, gotten personally involved with my candidate, acted like an idiot and I may have compromised the Organization.  Can you tell me anything?  You know C a lot better than I do.  How mad is he?  What do you think hes going to do?

John forced a smile, . um, you sure did screw the pooch man.  Why the fuck didnt you tell someone, me for instance, you had a problem?  When we spoke two weeks ago you said you had everything handled.. You didnt have things handled; you just kept fucking around till you got caught.  And holy shit, Rob, you got caught by a goddamned reporter. a reporter.  You can bet your ass C is going to be pissed.  He has to fly out here and straighten out YOUR mess.  If I were you Id be practicing my supplication.. . on my knees.

Roberto asked the more pressing question, Johnny, do you think. would he. Will C separate us, me and Rick, forever?  What can I do? What should I do?. Oh Christ, Johnny, I love this kid.  If C says we cant ever see each other again, it will kill me Oh God Johnny.. will he?  Tell me what you think.

John shook his head, Jesus Rob, youve got more important issues to worry about.  You dont seem to realize that you screwed up that boys, YOUR BOYS, candidacy.  It sounds like youre only thinking about yourself.  YOU messed up, but your boy is going to pay for it.  What about him?

Roberto stared at the floor, Youre wrong John, Im thinking about him too.  He feels the same way.  He doesnt know anything about this problem.. doesnt know about the photograph. or that C is coming.  I made sure the boy has no idea theres a problem that could separate us forever.  I dont know what hes going to do.  He says he loves me as much as I love him.

As John was about to answer there was movement at the door, and a moment later C entered the room followed by Scott and James.  

Once in the room, James was quickly out of his clothes and on his knees beside the chair his master had indicated with a nod.  C went to the bar, took a deep breath, got a glass of cold water with a twist, walked over to the chair, and sat down.  He raised his hand and James immediately removed his shoes and began to massage his feet.

As the other men found places to sit C said, Roberto collect your boy and come over here where we can talk.

Roberto moved to the loveseat across from C and motioned for Rick to come with him.  Roberto sat; Rick knelt at his feet with the parachute harness he was so attached to dangling from his balls

C had Roberto put his boy into a hypnotically receptive state so that he could hear and understand everything he was about to hear.  Then C began, Roberto, youve made a substantial error and you should have known better.  This affair with your charge began the day he was first assigned.  I cant tell you how disappointed I am in your unprofessional behavior.  Youve done yourself, this boy, and the Organization a titanic disservice. 

Heres whats going to happen. The candidate, Rick, will immediately be assigned a new control master.  Hes going to have to drop out of the public eye for perhaps two months, for reassessment and training.  We will do our best to correct your mistake.  I will see that the boy gets the necessary guidance and instruction hell need to make junior control successfully.  He will be made whole.

Roberto, I have transferred you to our office in Naples for the next year.  During that time you will have NO contact with THIS candidate, nor any other candidates nor anything to do with the training program; NEXT you will be assigned a staff psychiatrist for a complete psych evaluation and whatever counseling he deems appropriate; NEXT should you wish to master in the future I will require that you repeat the entire training course.  Roberto, if you complete the next year without incident; if you do not try to contact Rick for that entire year; if our counseling staff give you a clean psych report; if Rick satisfies his candidacy; then if, at that time, you BOTH wish to see each other; I, we, the Organization will not interfere.  Is that all clear Roberto?

With tears clouding his eyes and a lump rising in his throat, Roberto leapt from his seat, pulled C out of his chair, and gave him a crushing hug, Thank you C.  God, I dont know what to say.. Thank you! Thank you!. Thank you!

C returned the hug, perhaps not so enthusiastically, as both pussyboys watched in stunned amazement at their masters unusual display.  James had been programmed to ignore most controller interaction, but this was so strange and unexpected that part of his mind had gone on alert, in case his master was in some sort of danger and another part of James felt a pang of jealousy seeing another man display such affection to his to David.

When the two men parted C thought for a moment.  He had one more detail to consider, one last matter to settle.  He walked over to the Hollywood handsome, honey skinned crooner kneeling next to the love seat.  He put his hand under Ricks chin and brought the boys eyes in line with his own.  When he let go a second later the candidates head remained frozen in place, his gaze locked into Cs.  C tapped the boys forehead with his index finger and said, Deeper.. and deeper. and deeper.

The young mans whole body relaxed.. but his eyes never moved a millimeter from Cs, or blinked.

C continued, Boy, I am speaking directly to your unconscious.  I want only the absolute truth.  Nothing else.  How do you feel about your master, Roberto.

Without a moments hesitation he responded, Sir, I love him with my whole heart.

C responded, Has he given you any suggestions. any suggestions at all that might have influenced your feelings?

NO SIR.

C thought for a second, Have you ever felt this way about any other man or woman?

NO SIR. NEVER.

C responded, Do you give yourself freely to him?

YES SIR. then the hint of a smile and, . as he gives himself freely to me.

C finished, Thats quite enough Boy.  You may now return to your relaxed state.. and he snapped his fingers.

C turned to Roberto with a benevolent smile, Look.. um Roberto. Im going to break protocol and give you and your Boy.. some time to say goodbye. Use the suite at the end of the hall.  You wont be disturbed for the next. couple hours.  Someone will call you when the cars arrive to take you each to your next assignment.  Throw a bathrobe on the kid, and get the hell out of here.

For the second time in five minutes Roberto had C in a bear hug.  He understood why everyone who knew C loved him so completely.  C was truly a mans man, who understood human weakness and love, and knew that when mens hearts overruled their heads it wasnt necessary to respond with draconian measures; that forgiveness could be the forge that wrought a sinner to a saint and C was not a hypocrite.  In the back of his mind were all his misgivings about James.  How could he come down on Roberto with both feet when he had the same feelings boiling in his own belly?  C was hoping the benevolent forces in the universe were looking down to guide him in making his own arduous decision. to love James. or not. to give in or to deny his feelings and himself.  C felt almost as lost as Roberto.

Meanwhile Roberto raced to one of the suites bathrooms and grabbed a folded terry robe; he flew out, picked Rick off the floor, threw the robe over the boys shoulders, hustled him out the door and down the hall.  Even before the automatic door to Cs suite closed they all heard the door at the other end of the hall slam with great force.  The lovers were no doubt saying goodbye.

Scott looked at his brother, Oh my god, you old softie you.  I wouldnt have believed it if I hadnt seen it.

C wasnt amused, Shut the hell up.  What did you think I was going to do.. send him into exile somewhere.. cut off his balls. Under the circumstances I did what was reasonable.

John interjected, C, I have to say that I expected you to get angry, blow up, do some yelling.  I was surprised by your restraint You do have a pretty famous temper.

C answered, Dont you think Roberto has been screaming at himself.  Id bet his conscience had been driving him crazy.  Theres nothing I could have said that would have been worse than what hes been saying to himself.  Getting angry or making a lot of noise wouldnt have been productive.  As it is theyre going to be separated for a year.  If they really do love each other thats going to be punishment enough And what the fuck was that crack about my famous temper?

John tried to back peddle, Nothing I shouldnt have said that.

Before he could finish Scott added, Get out of town David, Ive seen you take a guys head off at the neck for pissing you off.

Cs temper was in fact rising, ONLY when its USEFUL.  Ill scream and yell if it serves a purpose.  Im happy to drop the hammer if the situation calls for it. to correct a candidate.. to put a junior control in place. to make absolutely certain that EVERYONE in the room understands just how serious I am.. THEN Ill let loose, but what horrible offense did Roberto commit?  He fell in love for Christs sake.  Ill be fucked before I use automatic weapons on a guy for losing his head after losing his heart.. besides, I can fix this with a few hours of my time.  Sure that boy, Rick, is going to have to repeat a big chunk of his candidacy, but thats not going to harm him in the long run. and its just possible he found something almost as valuable.  

Scott was taken aback, Holy shit brother, I think youre becoming..  a romantic.

C raised an eyebrow and wore the hint of a smile, Id like to think Ive always been a romantic.  Sometimes you people forget Im as human as the rest of you.. a virtually infallible human but human nevertheless. The only problem here is dealing with this punk reporter.. and boys, thats going to be a breeze.. Thats going to be a picnic. Thats going to be fun.

Scott took the bait, OK brother, fill us in.  What have you got planned for this poor sap coming here to blackmail you?  Jesus, David, what are you going to do to this kid?

Now it was Cs turn to be annoying, Youll just have to wait and see.  Hes not due for a few hours.  So relax; get a drink; grab a section of the newspaper; take a shower; or, if you like, my pussyboy will give you the best massage, blow job, or fuck youve ever had as soon as Im done with him.  C returned to his chair and his foot rub.

James was in his glory.  He loved the warm slightly damp feel of Cs big wonderful wool socked feet; he loved everything about the man he faithfully served.  In truth he wished he could take the socks off and slobber all over his masters naked toes.. James hard dick throbbed and pounded against his well defined abs.  C reached down and patted the boys platinum curls.  James got the chills head to toe, and had to use all his control to keep from having a very unfortunate accident. coming without permission would have cost him dearly

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Roberto pulled Rick down the hall and into the vacant suite.  He had the boy out of his hypnotic state and the robe before the door closed.  The Latin singer at six feet, was two inches shorter than his ex-controller.  Both men had olive skin, black hair and brown eyes; the boy (28) had a smooth, well toned, muscular body with long hairy legs, big loose balls and an uncut seven inch reamer, while his mentor (40) had a fuzzy chest, with slightly larger sculpted muscles, long hairy legs, and an eight inch cut boy-tamer.

As Roberto hustled Rick into the bedroom and over to the bed the boy stopped in his tracks and faced his former master, Rob, I want it all.. and I want it hard. and I want it mean.  Please, if you love me youll dial it up as far as you can go.  I need to remember this fuck for a whole year be. merciless.

Roberto looked into the boys eyes, Youre sure you want it that way?

Rick fired back, baby, if you love me, HARDER AND MEANER.

Roberto answered, We dont have much to work with here but Ill do my best.. cumbreath.. and he savagely slapped the kid across the face.

Rick grabbed his reddening cheek, winked at Roberto, and whispered, more baby, lots more

Roberto took Rick by his shoulders and threw him onto the bed.  While Rick laid there watching, Roberto removed his suit coat and slowly snaked the tie out of his collar.  He threw the coat onto a chair nearby, and tossed the tie onto the bed.  He stepped out of his Gucci loafers, climbed onto the bed, and positioned his knees on either side of the boys chest presenting him with his crotch. Kiss my big hard cock you worthless cunt.

As the boy nuzzled and kissed the front of his masters pants Roberto grabbed him by the hair and pushed his hot mouth more forcefully into his groin.  He tightened his grip, pulling Ricks hair harder and harder. Do a better job you brain-dead faggot.  The only thing you pussyboys are good for is a long hard fuck.

With his engorged cock threatening to tear through his trousers Roberto pulled the boys head away from his cock, NOW LOOK AT ME shithead, and convince me not to beat you senseless.  

Rick looked up into his lovers angry eyes and said, Oh master sir, if only you wont beat me sir I will do anything you wish.  I will suck your dick.  I will bathe your balls with my mouth.  I will clean your body from your toes to your armpits with my lips and tongue.  I will rim you sir for as long as it pleases you.  Sir, if only you wont beat me, I will do anything sir, anything you wish.. Just name it sir.

Roberto hardened his face, Then suffer for me boy. suffer for me.

Roberto moved off Ricks chest, and went to the end of the bed.  He took hold of the kids ankles and in one quick move he flipped him over onto his stomach.  Give me your fucking hands dickbreath!

As Rick complied Roberto jumped back onto the bed, grabbed his tie and used it to bind the boys wrists tightly.  Kneeling there looking down at this rare specimen of masculine beauty Roberto was filled with lust.  He took hold of Ricks bound hands and wrenched his arms up further and further till the boys shoulders were straining and shaking; then Roberto raised his free left hand and began to deliver one blistering slap after another to the boys unprotected, perfectly smooth, bubble butt.
SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP!

After the tenth blow he let go of Ricks hands and took hold of his head, again using a handful of the kids black curls as a handle.; he yanked it up to look into his charges eyes.  Sure enough they were filled with tears.  The boy broke and began to sob.

Your tears dont impress me cumdump.  They only make me more angry.  Learn to take it like a man instead of the big pussygirl you are.  Now roll over and get ready to tongue your masters balls. Roberto climbed off the bed.

Rick struggled and turned over.  It was obvious from his bouncing prick, covered in prejizz that, in spite of the tears, the boy was hotter than a pistol and ready for more.

Roberto barked, Get off the fucking bed you lazy cunt down on the floor, on your knees in front of me.  Get my pants off prickface, and be quick or therell be ten more whacks, and this time theyll blister.

Rick was young, in perfect form, and strong as a stallion.  He maneuvered his body up and off the bed, fell to his knees and crawled to the front of his masters pants.  As a well trained pussyboy his mouth, after months of practice, was talented at opening belts, undoing buttons, and unzipping zippers.  In less than a minute Robertos pants fluttered down to his ankles and his student was deftly sliding his jock strap off his very stiff prick. careful not to so much as graze it with the elastic waistband (a punishable offense for candidates). and guiding it very slowly down his legs to join the pants.  As Roberto unbuttoned his shirt his face remained stone grim. stern.  He raised his left foot allowing the boy to completely remove the pants and jock from that side. then followed suit with the right.

I should make you fold them neatly and place them on a chair, but I havent the time.. However, I will remember and hold it against you if you give me reason.  Roberto took the items and tossed them onto the chair.  He gave his pussyslave a look, and Rick immediately went to work.

The candidate used his lips and tongue to tease his masters balls; next Rick lowered his whole torso and repositioned his head so that his masters nuts rested on the boys brow; then he angled his face up so that he could reach Robertos asshole with the very tip of his tongue, and he tickled and teased and pushed and lapped at his ex-controllers pucker; then he pulled back and licked and sucked on his perineum.  Meanwhile Robertos pulsing prick dripped and drooled his own load of precum all over the boys jet black locks.

Get on my cock cuntface, we havent got all fucking day.. Youre pissing me off!

Rick quickly pulled himself out from under Roberts balls and swallowed his eight hard inches in one big gulp.  It caught the controller at bit off guard and he found himself rising up onto his toes from the wild thrill it sent up his spine.

Roberto raised his left foot and put it into the leather loop under Ricks special harness and applied some force.  (The ball punisher  had been altered so that instead of having the usual metal ring for attaching weights there was a leather stirrup. for Robertos foot) And as Roberto added more and more of his weight to Ricks balls the kid moaned the deepest, sweetest moan his master had every heard. the sound of divine painful pleasure.

Rick swallowed and sucked; he drooled all over Robertos dick and slowly licked it dry; he put his lips around it and used his tongue to trace every vein and ridge; he nibbled all around the flange, then down and under and along the shaft till he got to the root where he applied several wet sloppy kisses; he soaked Robertos bush with his saliva and dried is with his lips and hot breath; he fucked his masters piss hole with the very tip of his tongue.  

And when Roberto could not bear another second he once more used the boys hair to pick him up off the floor and roughly drag him, crawling on his knees, back to the bed.. where he pulled him to his feet and heaved him onto the matress.  Without saying a word Roberto wrestled the boy onto his stomach so that he could untie his hands; then he grabbed his arm and forcefully turned him onto his back.

HANDS!!!  NOW!!!

Ricks hands shot out in front of him.  Roberto tied his wrist tightly.

LEGS UNDER WRISTS!!!  NOW!!!

Rick folded his legs onto his chest and struggled to get his bound hands over his feet and behind his knees.  It was a Herculean task; Roberto had bound the kids wrists together half way to his elbows; the boy had to bend and twist and flex till he was covered in a sweaty sheen..it took a while, but the boy was agile and he finally succeeded.  Rick laid there, on his back, bound hands behind his knees; holding his hairy muscled legs up in the air over his head; leaving his ass, still bright red from the spanking, completely vulnerable to his master.

Roberto wasted no time; he dropped his shirt on the floor and took off his socks.  A moment later he was looking down into his boys eyes, Convince me not to fuck you dry.

Oh my god, master, please dont fuck my ass without some lube.  Oh master, I am begging you not to rape my hole with your giant dick. Im pleading sir, imploring you to use some grease, a drop of oil you will kill me sir with that enormous prick. it will tear me apart.. leave my hole scarred and bleeding.  PLEEEEEZE MASTER! PLEEEEZE DONT HURT ME!...... For the love of heaven sir, dont rip me open; dont split my asshole.. Pleeeze sir, pleeeeeeze!  Sir, I will do anything you wish, say anything you ask, anything sir, ANYTHING!  Please master wont you let me lick and suck your cock sir.  Wont you please let me wet your dick with my spit sir?  You always know what is best sir. You are my leader, my supreme authority, my god sir.  I kneel at your feet, you are my lord.  I do your bidding without question.  For that master, all I pray is that you spit on my worthless hole.  Please sir some of your precious saliva. just a drop sir is all I ask

Roberto smiled a wicked smile as he stuffed both his socks into his stunning boys mouth; all the while Rick moaned and groaned and begged for mercy with his eyes as they filled with tears.  Roberto got the belt off the robe and tied it around the boys head to keep the socks jammed in.  Listen jizzbreath Ive been wearing those socks for almost two days.  They need a good wash. SO GET BUSY.  GO ON NOW DO IT.  MOVE YOUR JAW.  Work up a mouthful of juice.  Get them good and wet.  THEN MUNCH ON THEM SHITHEAD, till they taste good and clean. If I notice you stop chewing on those socks while Im fucking your brains out, I swear Ill beat your ass black and blue.  IS THAT CLEAR?

As Rick vigorously shook his head yes he began to fill his mouth with spit and chew on Robertos socks.  He always obeyed. without question. He always obeyed.

Roberto sat on the boys right and while he watched him play washing machine Roberto began to pinch his nipple and lightly finger his anal ring.  Ricks hard dick bounced up and down burping up a drop of crystal clear goo.  Then he leaned down and licked the boys tit.  Rick closed his eyes and moaned.  Roberto nibbled Ricks nipple and tweaked the dark curls around his asshole.  Rick got chills head to feet over head.  Roberto bit down on the nub and plunged his unlubed finger into the kids hole.  Ricks eyes shot open and he let out a muffled cry, MMMM FFFFFF MMMMMM FFFFFF MMMMMM FFFFFFFF!

Roberto wasnt dissuaded.  He chewed on Ricks tender nip harder and harder till he tasted a drop of salty blood.  After a minute the nipple was reddish purple, twice its normal size, and very erect.  Roberto removed his mouth, grabbed the swollen boytit between his thumb and index finger, pinched hard and pulled with force.  At the same time he replaced one finger with two and continued finger-raping his ass.  Rick rocked back and forth; in this position there was nothing he could do but get pinched and dry fucked.  

Roberto let go of the nipple and used the same two fingers to hold Ricks nose closed; at roughly the same time he replaced two fingers with three and continued to fuck the kids asshole with greater intensity, making sure to pound the boys prostate with every thrust.

Ricks mind was running wild darting between the pain in his ass and his growing need for oxygen.  Roberto just smiled.

When Ricks face was good and purple and his ass was good and sore Roberto pulled both hands away; he immediately grabbed Ricks throbbing prick with and seized his balls.  He firmly pistoned the kids cock and squeezed his nuts.

After a couple minutes of this brutal hand-cranking Rick arched his back and came so hard his first volley went over his head and hit the wall above the headboard. and he shot.. and shot.. and shot.and shot.

When Ricks dick stopped firing and he began to relax Roberto jammed the same three fingers up his ass and began more vigorously jacking the kids easing tool.  Rick groaned.  His cock was supersensitive and his masters forceful fisting was decidedly painful at first.  Robertos fingers were pushing and squeezing Ricks cum gland and it was beginning to produce a reaction; the young mans nipples rose to stony points and his balls began to rumble.  Jesus Christ, as uncomfortable as the activity was Rick felt his lust begin to return another minute and his prick began to drool.. Roberto pumped harder.. faster. and he added more pressure to the kids jizz generator.. another minute and Rick began to feel that old familiar need. rising and edging him on. He started to moan.. and wiggle around on the bed.  He felt his body flush and the sweat began to erupt out of his forehead..the jet curls covering his head became wet and heavy.. even his legs glistened with moisture.

Minutes passed.. Roberto never waived.  He kept at it harder.. stronger. harder.. stronger.. He was ruthless.. unrelenting. The boys head was drenched and his eyes were wild.  Rick was consumed with the desire to cum and it went on and on.  Robertos jacking hand was a blur of rapid action.. precum was flipping and flying off the swollen head of Ricks turgid prick.  Without realizing it the boy began to grunt; his chest started to heave; with every breath he rocked back and forth, further and further, till he actually began touching the headboard with his toes, and pounding his head into the bed.  He was biting down on his sock gag with all his might, his jaw trembling; grunting, and growling, RRRRRUMMMM!  RRRRUMMMM! RRRRUMMMM! RRRRUMMMM!

Ricks eyes closed tight, rolled up in his head, and the lids began to flutter madly.  Roberto saw that and pulled his fingers out of the boys hungry hole.  While he continued to fist Ricks dick he used his free hand to slap the young mans ass as hard as he could.  SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  And the welt after welt rose up; each a perfect handprint; till it was overlaid by the next.  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP! SLLLAAAPPP!  SLLLAAAPPP!

Rick thought he might lose his mind in the fog of deranged sensation, but sure enough as Roberto delivered the sixth WALLOP Ricks cock exploded.  The jizz, more watery this time, shot out like a stream of glassy piss and hit Rick full force between the eyes.  It sprayed all over his face.  It painted his forehead and saturated his lips.  It dripped off his cheeks and leaked into his ears.  It rolled down his chin and filled the hollow in his throat.  It was a wondrous sight to behold.

Roberto pounced on the boy, licking and sucking his face clean; he quickly untied Ricks wrists which freed his arms and legs; then he tore off the gag and pulled the sodden socks from his mouth.  A moment later he was on top of his wonderful, beautiful Adonis devouring his mouth in a hot sucking kiss while he ground his steely rod into Ricks stomach.  The boy was in his glory; he was in his lovers embrace; it was Eden.

It was Ricks turn to act. He arched his back, and let gravity and the sweat between them take their course.  Gradually Robertos body slid down further and further; so while the master was consumed with sucking his mouth dry the boy thrust his pelvis up, and viola, the masters cock was between the boys legs.  Robertos dick sent his head an urgent message to WAKE UP!  The overheated controller kept his lips on the boys as he bent his knees; Rick pulled his legs up and Roberto plunged his solid marble phallus into the kids ass.  There was no lube and it was a tight fit.. neither man cared. Roberto didnt stop till his balls slapped Ricks butt and his cock was buried to the root.  He remained there for a minute while he finished exploring the boys mouth with his tongue, then he lifted himself off Ricks chest and looked him in the eye.

As they stared into each others souls Roberto pulled his hard dick all the way out and then quickly impaled the boy with one deft motion.  Rick went wild and bucked so hard he almost threw his master off the bed.  From there on it was a power fuck.  Roberto was merciless.  He balled the kid as hard and fast as he could.  He huffed and puffed and growled and snorted.  He became a bronco madly, wildly, galloping home.  Roberto fucked like a man trying to save his soul, trying to make a statement, trying to express his affection, his devotion, his remorse, and his total frustration.  Without realizing it he began to cry.  His tears rained down on Rick who found himself as involved, and as moved, so he cried too.

The men were racing toward an emotional conclusion.  Both gave way to instinct and the sense of urgency and fright and flight thats planted in our genetic code.  They sobbed and throbbed and fucked like feral beasts.. and the sobs became cries of lust and desire and need. and the cries became shrieks. and each man felt his blood boiling and his balls churning as his scrotum tightened up around the root of his prick and pressed the sperm and cream cocktail into the vas and pumped it up the tubes that brought it to their pulsing pounding prostates where it joined with more fluid and the momentum grew and grew with the pressure in their balls and the urges in the pits of their stomachs.  Roberto threw his head back while Rick arched his body and thrust his pelvis up to meet his lovers stroke and they opened their mouths and yelled for the world to hear that they were COOOOOMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!   
                      NOW!  NOW!  NOW!  NOW!  NOW!  NOW!

And gob after glob after rope after stream after volley of cum jizz fetch lather cream custard ball-juice shot and shot and shot.  Roberto delivered his load deep into his boys guts; Ricks spurted up between them.  AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. Till both me were utterly spent, and Roberto dropped into the waiting arms of his lover.

For the next thirty minutes the hot sweaty steamy sloppy soggy couple held each other tightly and slipped and slid all over; each covering the others body with warm wet kisses. until the miserable, lousy, rotten, unjust, unfair, unreasonable, phone rang.

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Back in Cs suite Dr. John excused himself and headed for the john and a long hot bath.  Scott smiled at his brother and crooked his head toward James, While were waiting for this Fitzpatrick guy to show up hows about showing me whats so special about this boy.

C looked into his candidates eyes as the boy was vigorously rubbing the soles of Cs feet, Boy you may stop the massage.  James very gently set his masters feet on the floor and waited for instruction.

Keeping his eyes locked with the boys C said, James go to depth and bring up all your observational ability.. NOW! and he snapped his fingers.  He waited a beat and said, Are you there boy?

James eyes were glassy and he appeared to be far away.  The voice that echoed from his throat had a strong, steady, solid tone.  It was no longer the fearful, tentative pitch of a candidate.  He responded, Almost sir.

C answered, Well, get there boy.  Stop dilly-dallying.

James responded, Yes sir, I am there.

C winked at Scott, James, excluding our party, how many people did you see from the time we walked through the front doors of this hotel to the time we reached the door to this suite.

James didnt hesitate, Sixty-four.

C said, James, dont you mean sixty-five?

James replied, No sir, respectfully, I remained four steps to your right and as such, I didnt see the man behind the reception area who went to fetch your messages.  I did hear him sir.  Would you like me to include all the people I heard as well?

C was pleased, That wont be necessary, but tell me about those you saw, give me a breakdown by age in ten year intervals.

James was ready, None below ten, six between ten and twenty, thirteen between twenty-one and thirty, sixteen between thirty-one and forty, fourteen between forty-one and fifty, eleven between fifty-one and sixty, three between sixty-one and seventy, one between seventy-one and eighty, and none above eighty.

C raised an eyebrow, Id make one exception.  There were ten between fifty-one and sixty, and four between sixty-one and seventy.  I believe you under-aged the woman we passed in the gift shop by at least two years.  That was a wig Boy. a good facsimile, but nevertheless a wig, and the strands of hair sticking out here and there were pure white.

James slowly nodded, Naturally I would defer to your judgment sir.  I noticed the wig sir, but missed the white hair.  Sorry sir.  Thank you sir.

C moved ahead, Of those sixty-four people, how many were suspicious?  Describe them and tell me why.

James knew this one, Three sir.  A six foot man, around fifty, in a navy pinstriped suit and dark glasses, standing in the lobby next to the mirrored pillar, was wearing a gun in a shoulder holster.  Another man, one or two inches shorter than the first, around thirty-five and dressed as a bellhop was loitering by the magazine stand.  His facial expressions and demeanor were odd; he was holding a newspaper, but instead of reading it he was watching the activity at the front desk.  And finally, the tall woman, perhaps thirty-four, in the burgundy business suit standing behind us on the elevator had a listening device in her left ear.

C looked over at Scott, Hes absolutely correct.  There were three.  Two of them work for us and one is probably hotel security.

Scott was thunderstruck, Christ hes good.  I was never THAT observant, not as a candidate, and certainly not when I was attending to my controller.  Do you have to program him before hand?

C was very proud of his prodigy, No, hes just that gifted. 

Scott was excited, More David, show me something else.

C went on, James, what mistake did I make on the limousine ride to the hotel.

James didnt falter, You disingenuously referred to the young man rescued in Mexico as Tommy.

C pushed him, Explain.

James continued, You knew his name was Timmy, but chose to make the mistake.

C prodded, Why.

James proceeded, I believe you did it to put your brother at ease; to show him you were fallible; that even you make mistakes.

Scott couldnt contain himself, James, how did you know that?  You werent in Mexico.  How did you know what my brother was doing?

James had the hint of a self-satisfied smile, Oh sir, by his tone the inflection in his voice.  I know my masters voice, its quality, every variation in sound.  I live by his words. they nourish me. and I lov..

C interrupted, Thats quite enough James.

If hed been give the chance James would have happily professed his love for Cs voice, his love for everything about his controller, everything about Control One, about David.  He didnt just live by Cs voice and attend to it; the fact was he worshiped it.

James added, Should I go on sir with the other mistakes?

C inquired, what other mistakes?

James got a little bold, Well sir, although your tie was meticulously knotted, the top button on your silk dress shirt was open.

Cs eyes narrowed, Now Boy, youre being presumptuous.  Thats more a matter of style, of comfort than an actual mistake.  Remember what Ive told you; dont get carried away with your abilities, and always keep your ego in check.  You, my Boy, have a strong tendency to show off.  Now then, did I make any other ACTUAL mistakes? 

James sounded a little sheepish, Well sir, does the use of uncommon contractions and colloquialisms that break the rules of grammar count as a mistakes?

C was ready to take off his belt and tan James ass, You know quite well they dont.  Youre intentionally being pedantic and I dont like it one little bit.  THAT MY BOY DOES NOT IMPRESS ME!

James lowered his head, I do beg your pardon sir.  Im still learning.and Im very stupid. thick as a post sir, and dumb as an ox.. but sir. I do want to impress you. I very much want to astonish you. Oh master. sir its all for you.  I do it all for you sir.

C tried to tone down his annoyance, Alright James, but I expect you to use your good judgment in these things.  If I wanted every petty faux pas and tiny syntactical oddity Id specifically ask you for them.  They do not count as mistakes.  In the future be sagacious. more analytical.determine whats important.

Scott was thoroughly impressed, Jesus David, this kid is going to make one hell of a leader.  I can only imagine what hell be able to do when hes fully integrated, when hes totally conscious and can use all his abilities in concert ..David, you do realize he has the hots for you.. Hes got it bad. my god he fawns all over you. above and beyond any candidate to controller relationship Ive ever seen. And if you ask me Id say

C interrupted, But I didnt ask you.

Scott was not deterred, See here David, whats good for the goose...  You march into my life whenever you please.  You give me advice.  Hell, you tell me what to do.  Its your turn to listen.  So shut the fuck up.  This kid loves you.  He really loves you.  What are you going to do about that?  Its not gonna go away.  Hell be junior control soon.  What will you do then?

For perhaps the first time in his life Scott saw his brother at a loss for words.  Holy shit C had a problem for which he didnt know the answer.  This was big it was HUGE.

C spoke slowly considering his words, Sailor-boy, I havent a clue.  Whats worse Im not certain how I feel.  This boy has a powerful effect on me.. And we must end this conversation NOW.  I dont know what Im going to do.  I will deal with it.  When the time comes, if it presents a problem, Ill figure it out.. I hope.

C turned to his candidate, James I want you to block what Scott and I just said from your conscious memory.  THAT IS AN ORDER AN ORDER FROM YOUR CONTROLLER. AN ORDER FROM CONTROL ONE. AM I CLEAR?

James pulled himself perfectly erect, CRYSTAL CLEAR SIR.  ITS BEEN PUT BEYOND MY REACH.

Scott smiled at his brother, David, that bridge youre going to cross when you get to it its getting closer every day One more thing and then Ill shut up.

C returned, As if that were possible.

Scott loudly cleared his throat, ONE MORE THING. Love would do YOU a hell of a lot of good.. And David, youd be great at it.. And I think.. no I believe YOU LOVE THIS KID.

C was firm, ENOUGH!!

He made one error, a miscalculation; he didnt have James block what Scott had just said.  It resonated in the young mans mind.  Over the next hours it ricocheted back and forth from his unconscious to his conscious and back again.

Scott skated past the issue, So David, what other feats of wonder can the magic Mr. Cunningham perform?

C looked down at James perfect body and gave the boy a series of hand signals.  The candidate rose gracefully to his feet, turned toward Scott, lowered his head slightly, and let his arms rest gently at his sides.  The boys six foot two inch body was dazzling, from his platinum blond curls; to his carved musculature; to his flawless tan skin; to his perfect stance; to his beautiful, almost always erect cut eight inch prick; even the yellow hair that peppered his chest and legs, and grew thick and curly in his groin looked like spun gold.

C said, It will begin in his feet.

As Scott watched the boys feet he began to see the small muscles in his toes begin to grow larger and more defined.  It gradually moved to the larger muscles in his foot then up past his ankles to James calf muscles, the tibialis, the soleus, and the gastronemius, each in turn flexed and stood out.  Every sinew, tendon, ligament, line and fold appeared in turn almost on their own accord. The trend moved up his legs to his hamstrings, quads. and abductors.  When the gradual flesh quake reached his groin the boys scrotum contracted pulling his large balls up closer to the root of his dick; then his cock stretched; it got thicker, more engorged, the veins swelled, the color deepened and it lengthened by perhaps another inch till it covered his bellybutton.  And it continued; in back the kids glutes, erectors and lats turned from flesh to stone; in front his six pack abs popped in perfect order from bottom to top; to James internal and external obliques, every curve defined, every line and groove distinct and clear.  As the wave of perfection flowed upward the transformation it produced remained frozen in its wake; like some god carved out of marble.

As if that wasnt remarkable enough as the muscles of James abdomen hardened and grew so did the muscles at the same level in the boys hands and forearms; up to his pecs, and across to his biceps and triceps, and up to his delts and traps.  Scotts mouth dropped open.  Hed never, ever seen anything like it, this model of absolute control.  When James raised his head his body looked like something theyd use in medical school; the apotheosis of flawlessness; utter precision.  It filled C with enormous pride; his boy was truly remarkable.

While Scott watched in awe James raised his perfectly flexed arms till they were parallel with the floor and gradually, inch by inch his legs parted and moved out to the sides. James body sank down closer and closer to the floor in the most exquisite split.  A minute later the boys balls touched the carpet and he once again bowed his head.

Scott started to say something, but C shook his head; the boy wasnt finished.

In a deep commanding voice C said, Boy!  Give me a controlled cum.

Scott watched James, who raised his head and gazed dead ahead into nothing, his mind focused internally.  Scott noticed the boys balls pull up closer to the base of his dick, which in turn pushed/pulled itself down Christ, it looked like James prick was cocking itself like a shotgun.  A moment later the boys dick lurched straight up. It began to move like a piston. down.. then up. then down.. then up. James hard cock was jacking itself off, WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED!  .  All the while James held his perfect split, arms and legs parallel to the floor. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, adding a sheen and further outlining his magnificent musculature.  The mind-boggling pumping continued for about a minute.  Then James took a deep breath and his petrified prong began to fire.  The way the kid shot his load was another world wonder, each volley was poetry in motion; his incarnate dick delivered a gob of jizz each time it pistoned up.  It fired like a gun.. or perhaps more like a pea shooter.  Each dollop, looking like a flawless pearl, same texture, same color, shot straight up about three feet into the air.  As it descended James brought his right arm in like the ideal catchers mitt and intercepted it. splat!.... one pearl. retract then fire.two pearls.. down and up. three pearls. retract then fire.. four pearls down and up five pearls.  The last milky pearl formed at the very top of James rifle barrel over his pisshole.  James climax had climaxed.  The boy brought his hand to his lips, focused his gaze directly into Scotts eyes and ever so slowly, ever so sensually licked his palm clean.  When he finished he swooped his hand down and used his index finger to collect that last pearl.  He brought it to his mouth and gradually applied it to his lips, till they looked moist and ready.  Scott almost came in his pants.

C said, Continue.

James returned his arm to its former position, parallel to the floor and held the split for a few more seconds; then he gracefully lowered his torso to the carpet, brought his legs together behind him, and pulled his arms to his sides.  As he lay perfectly straight on his stomach his whole body began to curve itself into arc.  It was truly something to behold. His head and feet rose further and further off the floor as if James was bending his body back into a circle.  The human frame isnt designed to bend that way; ordinarily its not that flexible.  When it looked like James was about to break in two, he began to rock back and forth.  At first the rocking was slow and gentle, but as he increased the rhythm and intensity, more and more of his body would touch the floor with each forward/backward roll.  In a minute James was rocking forward all the way to his forehead and back all the way to his toes.  And then it happened.  In one superb, breathtaking motion the boy was UP, in a perfect shoulder stand, hands glued to his sides, body perfectly perpendicular to the floor, and all movement stopped.  James held the pose to a count of five, and in one more spectacular show of control and agility, using his arms out for balance and the muscles in his neck and shoulders for strength, the boy bounced into a head stand. AND once there, he brought his hands back to his sides for sheer precision.

As James stayed fixed, straight up and down like an arrow, his eyes caught Cs and told the story They said, All for you sir; its all for you.

C held his breath He felt his heart rising in his throat, and realized that he loved this boy; that he loved James.

With equal poise and accuracy James brought his body down, crawled to his master and knelt at his feet.

Scott looked at C, Can I ask him a question?

C said, Sure, hes able to hear you.

Scott had to know, James, I went through candidacy and I was never able to do what you just did.  How the hell did you learn that?  Who taught you those amazing maneuvers?

James was perplexed; the answer was so foolishly obvious he thought Scott might be playing some trick or being sarcastic.  The boy carefully responded, .. sir?.... why my master of course.  Hes spent weeks and months teaching this stupid, worthless pussyboy how to be less awkward and clumsy.  I only hope that someday I will understand and learn.  As hopeless and thick and dim-witted as I am, my master never gives up.  He is the most patient teacher on earth.

Scott looked at his brother, You taught him how to do that?

Without saying anything C rose from his chair, stepped two feet forward, unbuttoned his suit coat, and hiked his pant legs up a few inches.  Then he raised his arms till they were parallel to the floor and just as gracefully as his candidate he lowered himself in the same remarkable split.  Whats more Scott could clearly see his brothers eleven inch erection as it pushed its way up till Cs gold PA and three inches of his prick sprouted straight up past his belt and the waistband of his trousers.  (C, however, chose not to come.) What Scott couldnt see was that on the other side of Cs clothes his musculature matched James line for line, curve for curve, and definition for definition.  The boy had indeed learned from THE master.

Scott shook his head, Jesus, you guys are waaaaaay too serious.  You must spend all your free time in the gym.  No wonder you dont play musical instruments or have pets.  Youre too busy obsessing.

As C rose from the floor and went back to his chair; he shot James another hand signal.  The boy immediately stretched out onto his belly and slowly began to crawl toward Scott, always keeping his body, arms and legs close to the floor.  He inched across the carpet like a crab staring up deeply into Scotts eyes.

Scott looked at C, Now whats he doing?

C smiled, Why dont you just shut the fuck up and enjoy his routine.  Hes doing it for you.

Scott shook his head, Bullshit, everything this kid does, he does for you.

C put his finger to his lips, Hes doing this for you.. With my permission, but I assure you its his choice.

Scotts face glowed beet red, his embarrassment growing by the second, as James continued to undulate his stunning naked body closer and closer. always keeping his eyes glued to Scotts.  What Scott couldnt deny was the lust and heat rising in his loins.  He felt his dick pound and his balls vibrate as James got nearer and nearer.  When the boy reached Scotts shoes he untied them with his teeth and keeping his torso pressed to the rug he removed them, one at a time; then his socks; then he began to bathe Scotts toes with his tongue.  James snaked his long thick wet licker around and around and between Scotts toes; then the boy began to nibble and suck each toe in turn.  Scott closed his eyes; his cock jumped and started to drool; the rumbling in his balls got stronger; and he began to hum.

After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and found James staring up at him.  He smiled down at the boy lapping at his ankle and James said, Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your pussyboy; to have you fuck my worthless asscunt; anything to please you sir.

Scott looked to C for guidance.  C responded, You heard the boy.  Hell be crushed if you deny him.  Hell feel like an utter failure.

Scott blustered, This is all your doing.  You love to meddle in my life.

C returned the sentiment, Remember what I told you as your superior.  You need to heal your body sexually.  Take that boy, who will probably be your boss someday, and make him happy by fucking him senseless.  The next time you see him, HE could be giving YOU orders.

That made Scott smile, Ya know David, sometimes I forget that once upon a time you were a candidate just like this boy down here on his belly.. asking to be fucked.  But you just reminded me.

C smiled a knowing smile, We all start out crawling on our bellies.  Remembering that keeps us humble.  Of course I was a candidate.  I only hope I made my master as proud as this cunthole, cumdump makes me.  Now go fuck him.

Scott got up from the chair, took James by the arm and pulled him into one of the adjoining bedrooms.

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The next chapter is coming right up.  Then Im off to do a chapter of How I Got Under Your Skin.  From now on; one story at a time!  Let me know what you think.

later boys,

controlone@adelphia.net





