
Face In The Mirror

Day Three-Continued-part 3

The Flight


C took his boy for a change of clothes.  If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind and for that the kid needed different clothes.  Once they got into James room C turned the young man around.

C said, Lets see what were going to do with you.  You are a fucking mess.  The kid was covered in sweat from head to foot and he reeked of spunk and sex and the locker-room.  James platinum mane was damp and clinging to his head.  Several curls were hanging down and stuck to his forehead.  His chest was a wet mass of gold and silver swirls.  And the boy stunk.  C wanted to eat him with a spoon.  Instead he decided to change the boys nipple rings.  The ones he was wearing (captive rings) were the size of quarters with  inch gold balls hanging off the bottom.  (In James perception the rings were many times larger than they actually were.  The concept of body dismorphia was well known to the Organization centuries before the birth of modern psychology.  Some of the principles used in subject conditioning and training for the Organization had been developed in Egypt, Middle Kingdom, a couple millennia before the birth of Christ.  So in the candidates mind the rings were much larger, much heavier and far less attractive than they actually were.  James tongue piercing was pretty much the same, and he could speak quite competently if only he was given the freedom to do so.)

So C opened the boys top drawer and took out two smaller captive rings (the size of dimes).  He carefully took hold of his charges right nipple and slowly began the process of removing its adornment.  Meanwhile James was using every ounce of his control to keep from dancing from one foot to the other.  His cock was in danger of exploding and it kept bouncing and spooging wildly.  C realized all this and delighted in prolonging the boys agony of pleasure.  As C turned and slid the ring around in its hole James was quietly moaning and praying for all he was worth that he wouldnt shoot all over his masters shirt.  Once C had removed the right look he moved onto the left, and James wanted with all his heart and soul to purse his lips and give his master a kiss before he exploded; but he knew better and he stood there and trembled.  C could see the sweat forming on the kids upper lip.  He realized hed tortured the kid long enough so he moved more swiftly.  Once hed removed both large pieces he diddled with the boys nipples some more trying and testing and threading the new, smaller rings into the nipple holes.  It took some doing to find each hole and thread the leading edge of the loop through it.  James began a kind of high pitched humming without even realizing he was doing it.  His entire brain was focused on the tip of his boynip and the head of his extremely erect kidpecker.  C had redressed the boy in his kilt before they left the training room and James felt his warm spunk bubbling out his pisslips and leaking down his shaft, soaking into the material of his kilt which was already heavy from all the sexual etceteras the evening had provided.  Finally both rings had been replaced and C let go of James nipple.  For a moment the boy wanted to place Cs hands back on his boypecs because they felt cold and lacking now that his touch was absent.  

C gave James a hearty slap on the ass and said, You stink boy.  Im going to give you two. no better make that five minutes to get into your shower and put yourself back in good order.  No time for fancy ablutions, just a quick soaping and a quick rinse.  Got that boy?

Jame responded gleefully, Yessir, master, sir. and he almost skipped out of the room and into the john.

Once he was out of the shower and toweled dry C sorted out a change of clothes for him.  The pussyboy was at a loss.  He had been handed a pair of boxer shorts and chinos, as well as grey wool socks, his loafers, and a long-sleeved Cornell sweatshirt.  The cunthole hadnt worn underwear in many months.he hadnt worn regular man-pants..he hadnt been dressed except in true pussyslut style.  He was confused.  Had he done something wrong?  Why didnt his master want his boycunt pussyhole at the ready?  Was his master telling him he didnt want to fuck his boy anymore?  Cunningham started to choke up.

C said, Dont worry boy.  These clothes please me.  I want you to wear them because I like them.. I like the way you look in them.

In that moment the boy felt his heart grow and he heaved a sigh of great relief.


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The Flight

The interior of the private jet was expansive.  The room dividers had been removed so it was now one large compartment.  There was a sitting area with several overstuffed chairs around a central round table.  On the other side of the aisle was a large tan suede sofa that could be made into a king sized bed by pulling on the top layer of cushions.  At the end of the compartment was a wide screen TV.  

Two flight attendants doted on C.  They did everything possible to make Control One, their absolute commander, comfortable.  They got him seated in one of the chairs, brought him a snifter of his favorite brandy, and asked if he wanted anything, anything at all.  C waved them away, and they made themselves scarce in the back compartment of the plane.  As C relaxed with his drink, Cunningham at his feet, the pilot and copilot boarded the plane.  Of course they made every attempt to impress their boss with their absolute devotion and total regard.  C let them know he wanted privacy in order to think and they went about their business.

Once the jet was in the air C looked down at his pussyboy, curled up at his feet, waiting adoringly for any request from his master.  The boy looked a little strange dressed up like he was on his way to college.  C was having mixed feelings about what he was contemplating.  He reached down and took the pussyslaves arm; he lifted him into the chair opposite Cs.

C gave his candidate a stern look and said, James, hear my words.  I am speaking directly to your subconscious mind; directly to the controlling mechanism in your brain. Boy, I am about to release you from primary control.  Its time for you to begin the process of conscious bonding; bonding as the man James Cunningham.  This is going to be the first time in fifteen months that you will not be bound by your training and my control.  I am about to free you from your conditioning for a short while.  Boy, I want to fuck you.  Ive fucked you many times as my boy, my pussyslave, but now its time for the man in you to begin his journey; his journey back to conscious control; back to his life; back to his manhood.  James, I am speaking directly to your subconscious mind, but you understand me on many levels; you understand that you are ready; ready to begin the conscious part of this learning process.  So James, I am about to free you from all restraint.  I know that you are terrified James.  I know how scary it is to have to take back your whole mind, your awareness; to be responsible for yourself.  Dont be frightened; I am here for you and whether or not you realize it, you have been given enormous command over your physical body and your psyche.  Youve been trained for fifteen months how to manage every muscle in your body; how to direct your thoughts; focus your consciousness.  James soon you will be able to accept the mantle of great power, but we will speak more about that later.  For now all you need to know is that I am about to release you and that your subconscious mind will know exactly how long to continue this freedom and exactly when to return your mind to its training and control.  Dont be scared James..because your mind is now free! and C snapped his fingers.

James Cunningham had been sitting and listening for all he was worth.  When C snapped his fingers there was no change for a moment and then the young mans eyes seemed to refocus and dart from one point of attention to another, coming to rest on Cs face.  James Cunningham stared at C for a minute, then his eyes moved across the controllers face and in the next second James was up and attacking C for all he was worth.  The young man was all fists and elbows as he lunged across the table onto his master causing them both to land on the floor and roll around like two wrestlers locked in combat.but in another moment the boy was crushing his masters lips to his in a violent impatient demanding kiss.  Meanwhile his head was swimming.  What the fuck was going on?  Why the hell was he kissing this man?  Why was he kissing any man?  James was straight; the gayest thing hed ever done was to jerk off in a room with five or six other boys at sleep-away camp when he was twelve.  As quickly as his mind posed the questions, the answers came.  He was a candidate.  He was on a road, a course that would lead to his becoming everything his potential would allowbut why was he lusting over this.. very handsome, strong, beautiful man?  He searched inside his mind for some kind of trickery, post hypnotic suggestions, drug induced thought; and although he discovered literally thousands of very strong post hypnotic suggestions he knew instinctively he held the control; it was all up to him. he also realized this whole deal was an all or nothing proposition.. Take it or leave it.. Everything or nothing.  It was true that he could not pick and choose which suggestions to follow; he had to accept them all or leave the Organization.  As he was passionately sucking Cs mouth James realized the strength of his feelings for this man.  He wanted this guy. his body. his mind.  He wanted him, but there was more; his feelings were by no means simple.  The bond he felt, his connection to C was so strong that it scared him.  He realized he would do anything for this man, to have him, to be his. but Jesus; that seemed so damn gay.  James was concentrating so hard that his head began to hurt.  Searching his psyche he found his attraction to women still in tact, still strong, but what he felt for C was completely different.  He wanted more than anything, for C to want him back; he knew he would be happy if C felt for him even a fraction of what James held for this man.. his man.  And suddenly he didnt care if it seemed gay he couldnt have cared less.  So he continued to press his lips to the lips of the man he loved with all his heart and soul.

Laughing, C pulled slightly away and said, Easy does it James we have a couple hours.

The boy nuzzled his mans neck and said, Please call me Jamie.

C answered, You want me to call you Jamie?

Yes please, its what my parents called me as a child and my high school girlfriend started using the name and she was my first. lay. so being called Jamie has always kind of turned me on.  So David, please call me Jamie.

C was startled that the boy had just called him by his given name, David.  Almost no one called him David any more.only his family and some of the guys who were candidates with him ever got that familiar.  C couldnt even remember the last time someone had called him David in Jamies presence.  Maybe it happened two or three times, but even so, the boy was in training, totally under deep, deep hypnolock control.  It took an act of enormous will and great defiance for the kid to be able to pick up and hold onto his given name.  The boys bond with his control was so strong that his subconscious had taken hold of and held onto a piece of information that would normally never, ever make it through the kind of absolute mind control and constant debriefings candidates are given.  Cunningham had a very strong connection to his controller, strong enough to disobey his training.

By this time Jamie was sucking on Cs neck and grinding his hips on Cs leg.  C half dragged the boy over to the couch which they quickly converted into a bed and in another second they were once again wrestling and rolling, this time with a decidedly hot vibe replacing the aggression.  The pair indulged in a long slow sucking kiss, their tongues searching and exploring each others mouths.  C pulled the boys sweatshirt off while Jamie kicked off his shoes and shucked his chinos and boxers with one motion.   When he was naked he pushed his master-man back down onto the bed.

Jamie said, Please David, let me make love to you.  Let me show you all Ive learned.

So C laid back and let the boy go to town.  Jamie removed the mans shoes and nuzzled his warm slightly damp wool sock covered feet with his face.  The boy inhaled deeply, feeling totally overwhelmed by the sexual cloud surrounding him.  He wanted to linger for hours over every single action, and each little gesture was a sex act in and of itself.  He slowly uncovered the left foot and took three toes into his mouth.  He sucked and licked and traced every line with his tongue.  He played and lapped and attended to each toe, then licked and rubbed his face over the sole of Cs foot; then he removed the right sock and got to savor every part over again.  Jamie could have stayed and worshiped those feet for the rest of the night but his cock was screaming for attention so he moved on.  He moved up to Cs torso and asked with his eyes for permission to remove the mans shirt (hed already shed his jacket in the move off the floor).  C gave the boy a broad smile and Jamies fingers flew to the tie; he pulled at the collar, got his fingers under the material and tugged apart the tie, pulling one end through the knot, finally throwing the dark silk cravat across the room.  Jamie sighed when he opened Cs top shirt button and saw the first bit of brown chest hair.  He wanted to walk barefoot through that field of dark swirling strands.  In fact C had a hairy chest but not all dense and woodsy; his chest had the dancing underbrush round and round his nipples and up under his Adams apple but just below his pecs the hair abruptly narrowed into a single row of curls that traveled down his chest and disappeared under his belt.  Jamie pushed his head into the open shirt and under Davids arm.  He put his tongue back into service licking and sucking on that pit hair.  Here the growth was dense and there was a strong masculine scent made of pure male, testosterone generated, hard-on inducing musk.  For a moment Jamie thought he might swoon from his unabated sexual pique.  When hed thoroughly pushed and prodded and licked and sucked both of Cs pits Jamie went to work on his nipples.  Over many months the candidate had been trained in the ways of loving men.  He knew twenty different ways to nibble on every part of the male anatomy from the glans, to the perineum, to the anal sphincter, to the earlobe to the bellybutton, but Jamie had special ability when it came to nipple work.  He licked and sucked and nibbled and chewed and tongue-sucked and tongue-suck-nibbled each nub till it was fully engorged and totally stimulated.  The boy had a reputation; on more than one occasion Jamie had used his special ability to super-sexually overcharge a restrained pussyboy to the point where he shot his load.all from Jamies tit work.  By this point C was moaning softly, a testament to the kids skill.  C had thousands of hours of sexual experience with the best of the best from all over the world.  His control was almost absolute, but he was moaning because James Cunningham was showing just how devoted he was to his controller.

Jamie was growing impatient; he wanted that big dick shoved up his butt, fucking him to kingdom come.  When he had licked and caressed every hair on Cs chest he went for his crotch.  With animal abandon he tore at Davids belt pulling it out and throwing it across the room.  Both men were beginning to succumb to the enormous sexual energy they were generating; they were headed toward that mindless, animalistic fuck-state that is without control, without boundaries, without thought.  Cs zipper gave way to Jamies efforts and a second later his pants and boxers were halfway across the room hanging from one of the overhead compartments. Jamie was momentarily transfixed by what he found.  David was sporting a large Prince Albert.  It was as big around as a silver dollar and Jame studied it intently.  He gently touched it and traced the silver circle with his finger and then he just had to tongue it.  Jamie loved the way it sprouted from between Cs pisslips, out his pisshole, and then curved under and seemed to plunge through his shaft.  Jamie spent several seconds toying with this accoutrement, this fascinating new toy and he knew instantly that he wanted Davids cock to shove the thing up his ass.  He could feel his hole vibrating in anticipation.  After giving it one last tongue lashing he tore off Davids shirt and both men were naked, sexual nerve ends.  Jamie devoured Davids prick and immediately deep-throated it, PA and all.  It felt kind of neat.  He forced his esophageal muscles to swallow and swallow and swallow on Davids prick; he knew it would feel like he was jerking off Cs cock with his throat.  Jamie had learned well how to hold his breath; how to maintain a dick down his throat cutting off his air till just before he would pass out.  Then he would back off a bit and catch some air.  When he came off Cs cock it was coated with a thick layer of Jamies saliva; strands of which still hung between Cs prick and Jamies mouth; then the boy was back on his controllers prong, sucking and licking and swallowing.  He paid special attention to using the barbell that pierced his tongue.  Jamies tongue was very muscular from months of training.  He could push it through a mans anal ring and tongue fuck his ass with ease.  With the ball attached to his tongue he could provide an added sensation; there was his strong velvet tongue AND the second feeling of that hard round marble popping back and forth past a mans anus, or into his pisshole, or all over his glans, or under his shaft as he sucked cock.  Meanwhile he was tracing all around Davids rosy pucker with his index finger.  When the time was right Jamie pushed his middle finger deep into Cs ass.  At first he moved it around searching, searching, searching for the mans prostate.  When he found it David began a leisurely massage of his mans love nut.  

Every time C tried to sit up and take part in this man to man action Jamie would continue whatever he was doing, but still manage to put his hand on Davids chest and push him back down onto the bed.

C smiled, Youre really getting off on this man to man parlance youve got going.  Youre having a ball asserting yourself.

As he continued to tongue Cs cockhead Jamie said, Yeah sure, but in a few minutes youll be fucking my brains out.  That is the plan, right?

David smiled and settled back down.  In a second James was up and flopped by Cs left side.  He was staring intently at the brand on Cs upper bicep.  It was a large triangular burn scar with the symbols for man and infinity floating in the center.  Everyone who made it to senior controller had a similar mark of supremacy which served as evidence to the world that its bearer was a member of the largest most powerful society on earth.  James traced it first with his index finger and then he bathed it with his tongue.  

He said, Please David may I see the other one too?  So David rolled onto his left side facing James and lifted his right arm.  On the inside of his right bicep was the circular tattoo, an ancient Aramaic symbol of leadership and under it were three chevrons.  That mark indicated that C was one of three people who headed the Organization; he had an equal who controlled the Eastern Hemisphere and over them both, the sovereign master who was the Organizations absolute leader, Pax, whose word was law, who governed by command, who led by example, who was so loved and honored by those he ruled that they would have gladly died for him.

James caressed the tattoo with his cheek, all the while staring deeply into his lovers eyes..and then he was back on Cs lips; pushing him onto his back; sucking his mouth; and stabbing his abdomen with his hard as marble, volatile as TNT cock-prick-lovestick.

David would no longer be denied some role in their activity; he rose onto his knees, grabbed Jame, pulled him up and fell on top of him.  He looked down into Jamies eyes for a few seconds, fixing the young mans face in his mind forever. Then he playfully bobbed his head up and down giving Jamie a series of fast hot kisses; after five or six he lowered himself onto James body and began the kiss to end all kisses.  As he pressed his lips to Jamies he undulated and rubbed his whole body all over the boys.  He stopped using his arms and legs to hold up some of his weight; now he let his body kiss and caress Jamies and he used his hands to touch and explore whatever parts of Jamies they could reach.  Davids tongue pressed and prodded the young mans lips and teeth and pallet as the two did some fancy tongue wrestling.  In a few minutes both men were lost in the heat, their bodies feeling the upper limits of what could be felt.  Jamies cock, wedged between the men began to fire volley after volley of jism up between their chests.  The slimy boyseed gave their bodies further lubrication and it took an effort on Davids part not to slide off.  It caught him by surprise when his own prick began to shoot between them, but he couldnt have cared less.  Both men intended to come till they ran dry.

Jamie tonguing Cs ear said, Please, I cant stand it. Youve got to fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me real hard.  Plant that ring going through your dick so far up my ass that I will feel it in my throat.

David didnt have to be asked twice; he slid off Jamie, flipped the boys legs up and impaled him on his rock hard eleven inch manpleaser all the way to his pelvic bone.  And Jamie for his part wiggled involuntarily as Davids PA slid up his insides; it felt like Davids cock was fucking his spinal cord.  C was firmly lodged in James love canal and he began a hard fuck, pounding the boy for all he was worth.  As testament to Jamies delight his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to shake his head from side to side vigorously.  David pulled Jamies ass higher so that he could fuck him while he rested on his knees; that allowed him to run his hands up and down the insides of Jamies thighs.  All the golden hair covering the young mans legs was wet and matted and dark and slick and the slip slide of Davids hands made Jamie shiver and shake.

Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me! Jamie was yelling at the top of his lungs.  Sure there were other people on the plane.  Sure they could hear what he was saying and they knew he was getting the shit fucked out of him.  And Jamie loved it.  He wanted the whole world to hear him yell, Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  He wanted all his friends to hear him yelling, Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  He wanted to call his parents on the phone so they could hear him calling out, Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  He was jubilant, and he cried out, Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Then he shot another load of spunk all over his chest.  A drop of his cum was hanging from Davids beard so Jamie let go of the back of his knees and lifted up his head to lap at Davids goatee.  As he got close David intercepted his lips and gave him a hard sucking kiss, all the while ramming his ass.  The compartment was filled with the sound of the bed bouncing up and down and the slapping noise of Davids ball sac hitting Jamies ass.  In the middle of the sucking kiss Jamie could feel David coating his intestines with a load of pure controlsperm.  David never missing a beat stopped fucking Jamie long enough to change positions; David supine, Jamie riding his cock for dear life; and if it was possible Jamie was fucking himself even harder on Cs giant phallus.  Both men were now covered in sweat, their chests streaked with both their cum and still the young man screamed, Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  

After several minutes Jamie collapsed onto Davids body and the two rolled around for a while, Davids prick always firmly wedged in Jamies butthole, and each of the men had another crashing orgasm.

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C must have dozed off for a minute because when he opened his eyes Jamie was no longer beside him on the bed; instead the boy was kneeling next to him on the floor in perfect pussyboy position.  Jamie was gone; cuntboy was back.

C said, Boy, why dont you scamper up to the cockpit and see if you can help the pilots relax.  They worked hard all day and I had to call them away from their homes and their warm beds to come out her and fly us to California.  So you go up there and show them your appreciation.

The boy started to get up off the floor and reached for his pants at the same time.

C said, Whoa there!!!  What the fuck do you think youre doing?  Have you lost your mind boy?

The cunttoy said, No sir master, I am sorry I thought you wanted me to wear these clothes sir, master.

Boy, youre a pussyslave, a cuntbox, a whoreboy; you have no need for clothes and I dont want to see you on your feet walking around unless you have your masters hand on your neck.  You know that.  Jesus, for every step forward you take two steps back boy.  You are such a huge disappointment to me.  And wheres that cute little lisp?  I want that lisp back.

And the boy began to weep, Oh thir, mathter, thir I am tho thorry.  Pleathh. mathter. pleath forgiff me I am tho  thorry.  And the tears fell and the boys shoulders began to tremble.

C said, Enough of your sniveling.  I dont want to hear any more of it.  You think you can cry your way out of any situation.  Any time youre in trouble you turn on the waterworks.  Well shithead, I dont care.  Its not going to work this time.  I want you on your hands and knees.  I want you to get into that cockpit and properly thank those men in there flying this plane.  Now MOVE!!

C thought for a moment and added, You may lose the lisp if it really bothers you. but only for the moment.

The pussyboy dropped the chinos, sobbing to himself, got onto his hands and knees and crawled to the cockpit.

C wanted to call him back.  He wanted to free James from all his conditioning, permanently, but he was senior control and he knew better.  The inside of his mouth was raw from biting down on his cheek every time he had to demean this quite wonderful man, but in his heart C knew what must be done for what was to come.  He knew the magnificent person that James was growing into.  C could imagine James graduating from candidacy and becoming a senior control; in his minds eye C saw himself giving James his first Unit to lead, then his first state assignment and so on till James was ready to have Cs job as Control One.  Thats what David saw when he looked at this beautiful young Adonis. but in the far recesses of the man Davids mind there was a tiny piece that wanted James all for himself.  There was a small part of, C the man.. the man David. and in that part was a growing love for this young man.. So David closed his eyes and put ideas of love out of his head; he swallowed his true feelings and continued James training.  It is what James wanted.

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Into The COCKpit


	James crawled to the door of the cockpit, reached up and knocked rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect.  The co-pilot opened the door and almost fell over the prostrate boy.

	The co-pilot, Steve, 510, wavy sandy colored hair over his collar, broad shoulders, rather thin waist, cute, 26 years old, looking down said, And what can I do for you?

	James peered up at the somewhat younger man and said, Sir, my master wishes me to express his appreciation for your work sir.  I have been trained to please sir, to help you relax.  I am yours to command.

	The co-pilot turned back toward the cockpit and said, Hey Will, Control sent us this boy to relax us.to show his thanks.  What do I do?  What do I say?  Ive never done this before.

	Will, the pilot, 35, jet black hair cut short, 511, with muscles to spare answered, Dont be an idiot, tell the boy to come forward and get both your asses up here.

	Steve, feeling awkward as hell, kind of petted James on the head and said, Come on boy, follow me.  Then he turned back towards the pilot and said, Was that OK?  What do I call him?

	Will said, Havent you had any training at all?  Hes not your dog. unless you want him to be.  I know you didnt come up through candidacy, but wasnt there some kind of indoctrination for new employees when you were hired?

	Steve replied, They hired me away from the Agency while I was still stationed in Germany.  They were desperate for commercial pilots so they hired me and pushed me straight through.  Sure I know all about the Organization, the management, the hierarchy, candidacy, and they let me know that if I broke the confidentiality agreement they would have my ass, but Im just the hired help.  I guess they figured Id learn along the way.

	Will answered, OK, then heres lesson one; that guy on his hands and knees is a pussyboy; a cunthole and a mouth.  Hes in training.  Someday hell be hot shit, but for now hes lower than camel snot.  Hes yours to command. Thats what he expects.  Thats what he understands.

	Steve interjected, Yeah thats what he just said.

	Will shot back, Shut the fuck up and listen.  That boy down there on the floor has been in training for months.  Hes like a red hot sex machine.  He has knowledge of the body and sexual skills that you cannot imagine.  That pussyslave can coax an orgasm out of a corpse.  He can suck and fuck all day and all night without stopping.  He can come nine or ten times in a row without an intermission.  Hes ready to blow twenty-four/seven, and thats just the tip of the iceberg.  Control sent him to us as a kind of thank-you for having to work this 36 hour shift and let me just say, its a hell of a thank you, but youre about to figure that out for yourself.  Now Steve, sit down over there in that swivel chair and let this pussy on wheels do his thing for youOh yeah, and try not to come too quickly or all at once.  Youre going to want to enjoy every nut-busting second.  Try to relax and control yourself because if you play your cards right that fucktoy there can get you to come maybe three or four times in the next thirty or forty minutes.

	By this time Steves dick was straining to break through his white pilot pants and he was beginning to leak precum.  Wills description really had him going.  Besides he hadnt had a day off in over a week which meant he hadnt seen his girlfriend in that long and the only sex hed had was a couple quick jerk-offs in the airport john.  At the same time he was a little self conscious.  The guys had been on duty for 36 hours.  There had been a run back and forth to Rio de Janeiro, and a trip to Washington with layovers in between.  Steve had been at it all that time without benefit of a bath or shower and he knew he was rank.  During their four hour layover in Rio, temperature 97 degrees, humidity 99%; he and Will had gotten together with some other guys and played a game of pickup basketball.  Steve realized he was still wearing that same sweaty jock strap.  They had miscalculated their amount of down time and wound up having to make a run for the airport from the basketball court.  There had been no time to clean up.  The guys had thrown their dirty gym shorts into their bags and put their pilot uniforms over their sweaty jocks.

	Steve said, Ya know Will Im kind of.. well smelly.  Im still wearing my sweaty jock strap and my pits are reeking.

	Will said, Dont worry these boy love that stuff.. the sweatier the better.

	Steve shot back, Get outta town!  No shit?  Youre not kidding?

	Will looked across at his co-pilot, Jesus Christ, are you retarded?  Do I have to keep repeating everything I say before you believe me?

	Steve said, OK, OK dude, dont get your panties in a bunch.

	Very original.  Will responded.

	Steve looked down at the kneeling boytoy; he felt very embarrassed; hed never had any real man to man action.  He averted his eyes and said, OK buddy, hows about a little action?...... maybe a hummer?

	Will chuckled, He doesnt know what the fuck youre talking about.  You have to look right at him so he knows youre addressing him.  His brain has been taught to ignore everything were saying.  He will only hear the words you direct right at him.  Watch!  Listen!  And Learn!

	Will stretched out his arm and flicked James ear, Hey cuntface, pay attention.  This man here needs bathing.  Get busy!!  Start with his pits.

	James didnt have to be told twice.  He gently began to unbutton Steves shirt and pull it out of his pants.

	Steve said, Oh man, this is a gas  I do not believe this..  Christ, Will hes got his tongue way up in my hairy stinky armpit and Oh God hes wiggling it aroundJesus, Will hes so wet and.  Steve involuntarily shivered and got the chills.

	Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will hes moping out my pit with his tongue and hes kind of sucking and liking and tonguing every individual littlebunch of hairs..Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will hes doing my pit so damn well.. and its so fucking hot Im so fucking hot.  Jesus, Will, I could blow my load right now.

	At first Will wanted to tell Steve to shut up, but his total excitement and play by play description had started to warm Will up too.  So he let Steve continue.

	Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will hes on my nipple man..hes on my nipple and hes kind of nibbling.. and licking. and sucking. and Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, this guy is chewing on my nipple!

	James was using all his skill to make the copilot happy.  He discovered a patch of straight brown hair between Steves pecs and he decided to work on it.  The smell was intoxicating.  The co-pilot reeked of gym sweat, and animal androgenic secretions, and pheromones, and it was getting to James, who naturally was hard as a rock and beginning to leak boyjuice.

	Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will hes kind of latched onto the hair on my chest and hes pulling it with his lips.. and licking it.. and like hes rolling it on his tongue and tonguing it into curls.  Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will this is so fucking hot Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, now hes got my other nipple man.  Hes chewing on my nip.. and sucking.. and chewing. Oh man, Oh man, Oh man.

	Steves control evaporated; he couldnt hold back another second; he pushed James head away and grabbed at his belt.  As quickly as he could, he got his pants open and pulled his pulsing prick out the side of his jock strap.  James didnt wait for instructions; he dove for Steves 9 erection, deep throated it, and pushed his nose into Steves bush.

	OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FUCK.. FUCK.. FUCK FUCK. I AM COOOOOMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

	James felt Steves cock jettison gob after gob of fresh mancream directly into his gullet.  James swallowed a couple times for good measure and backed off the co-pilots dick.

	Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, did you see that Will?  Did you see what this guy did?  I mean he took my cock all the way down his throat all the way down and then and then Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, Will, this guy was like rubbing my dick head with his throat.  How, how, how, how the fuck did he do that?  Will how did he do that?

	Will laughing, said, I told you he was well trained.  He knows more about the male anatomy than most doctors AND he knows sex stuff that isnt written in any books.  If you operate him properly he can do a lot more.

	Steves face got serious, Are you shitting me?  If I operate him?

	Will shot back, You heard what I said.  Now dick-slap him a few times to say thank-you, give him a little abuse to make him feel well-used, and get him back to work cleaning you off.

	Steve answered, Oh man, Oh man, Oh man, I am gonna love this fucking job.  No wonder no one ever quits this company.

	Steve turned his attention back to the pussyboy.  He took his flagging prick in hand and slapped it back and forth across James face, leaving a trail of cum on the boys cheeks and nose.  He looked down at James and said, OK ah. fuck..fucker. go back to ahh. work.

	James returned to Steves right nipple and started to gnaw on it.  He lapped at it; he chewed it; he nibbled on it.  Then he went under Steves shirt to clean his right pit.

	Steve began again, Will, hes doing my other pit man.  Hes licking and sucking out my other pit.  Jesus, that feels so damn good.

	When James had finished with Steves chest and pits and belly he put his hands on Steves open pants at the waist and looked into his eyes.

	Steve said, Will, whys he looking at me like that?
	
	Shaking his head Will said, He is waiting, asking if its OK to pull your pants down.  Remember dipshit, your wish is his command.  You have to direct him and give him permission all along the way.  Hes a perfectly trained pussyboy.  He is punished for even the smallest infraction, so give him a break and guide him along. and stop being such a dink.

	Steve looked at James staring up at him and he melted into James beautiful puppydog expression, Sure, go ahead You can. NoNo I know thats wrong. so.. lemme think..OKuhh  fuckbrain.. take my pants off and make it quick!
	
	James face brightened up, Yessir, master sir. and he pulled Steves pants down to his ankles.

	Steve continued, Boy, take my pants all the way off and fold them neatly for me.
	James followed Steves instructions to the letter depositing the folded pants on the co-pilots other chair.  Steve sat there in his shoes and socks, shirt open, prick out the side of his sweaty jock; breathing deeply.  He was wondering what to do next. He said, OK cunt..ah dickface, why dont you clean up my jock Yeah thats it.  Why dont you put my dick back inside my jock and get to work cleaning up my sweaty, smelly, dirty jock strap.

	James wemt back to Steves crotch and began to lick and suck on his sweaty jock strap.  The thing was really old, frayed at the edges, gray and dingy, with lots of old and new urine stains spotting it.  James quickly got the strap saturated with his spit.  Now the job was to suck it as dry as possible.  Meanwhile Steves cock was doing the Mexican Hat dance from all the attention his jock was getting.

Jesus Will this fucking stud is sucking on my dirty jock strap.  Man I wish I had a video camera so I could get this all on film.  Id sure love to show that cunt Cindy what real dick worship is all about.  Im lucky if she rubs my cock with her hand.  Shes given me head exactly once and that was because she dinged my Mustang.  Dumb bitch cant drive for shit.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man. Will this dude is tickling my hairy hole with his finger as hes sucking my jock.  Christ, thats hot.  Oh yeah dude, keep that up, keep tickling my asshole.

Will shook his head, He wont know youre talking to him if you call him man or dude.  Hes a cuntslave, a dickwhore; his comprehension is limited; so speak directly to him and call him by one of those names so he clearly knows youre talking to him.  Ya know Steve, sometimes I wonder how you ever made it through school.

Stop being such a prick Will.  Hows about cutting me a little slack?  Im new here and.. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man hes got his tongue on my hole, right on my asshole.  Will, its right on my asshole, not next to it.. ahhh.in my crack, his tongue is on my hole.. And holy shit that feels sooooooo good. MMMMMM... MMMM .. .UUMMMMM. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man that is so good.  Hey Will did you go through this training?  Thats not an offensive question is it man?  Im not being a jerk or anything.  You can tell me to fuck off if you want to.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man Oh man.  Will this guy has a ball on his tongue and hes rubbing the damn thing all around my asshole. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man and now hes pushing it into my hole.  Jesus Will hes tongue fucking my hole.  And Steve slid forward in his chair to further accommodate James hungry mouth.

Will spoke softly, I started candidacy but I screwed up.. left half way through... I just couldnt do it. didnt have the will.

Steve said, Hey man I can understand that.  Youd have to hold a gun to my head to get me to kiss another dude.  I mean, Ive got nothing against queers.  Its just that Im not one.  Nope!  I could never imagine doing any of that kinda stuff.

Will laughed, I kinda, sorta find that hard to believe as I sit here watching you get your ass reamed by another guys tongue.

Steve noticeably stiffened, Hey man. wait just a minute.  I am not a faggot.  Im no queer.  If some guy wants to clean out my asshole then I say a tongues a tongue and go to it, but you dont see me down there kissing on him or touching his dick. nothing like that.  Im not gay.

Will shot back, Hey Steve, listen to me, and hear what Im saying. Do not let these men hear you throwing around words like faggot and queer like youre saying nigger or kike.  They will put you down.  And I mean they can clean your clock and take your life using only their thumbs.  No shit Steve.  These guys arent gay, not the way you think.  Their way of life is male to male bonding.  Strong bonding; like nothing youve ever known.  They fuck women.  Hell, most of the middle level controllers are married with kids, but they are all loyal, bonded, man to man to the Organization.  And let me tell you.  If youre ever in a fight or some life-threatening situation youd better pray one of these MEN are close at hand.  Ive seen that guy back there, C, take out a bar full of sailors and longshoremen..BY HIMSELF.  Im telling you, the guys who invented the martial arts were part of the early Organization, the ninjas and knights of Nippon made up the far eastern sector.  They can pat you on the back and rupture your spleen without you ever feeling a thing.  Thats not bullshit.  I swear every word Im telling you is the truth.  Id love to go back and finish my training.  I didnt leave because I had trouble being one of these pussyboys.  I left because I couldnt hack the strength of will necessary to surrender myself to another person.  I was too weak.

Steve relaxed some, Will Im sorry if I offended you.  Its just the way I was raised.. being gay was like being in league with the devil I mean till I was eighteen Id never met anyone who was gay.  Oh Jesus Will, this guy is doing things to my asshole Ive never felt anything like this. Oh Christ hes got a finger in me.  I dont know if I like that Im not sure. Oh Jesus that feels soooooooooo damn good.  Oh shit that feels good.  Will he keeps popping that stud on his tongue back and forth past that ring of muscle in my asshole.  Jesus thats hot.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man hes got his finger on my prostate.. Holy fuck that feels good.  Hes rubbing me and tickling my hole and Oh shit.. Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit. Im cummmmminnnnnng againaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

As Steves dick began to shoot James took his tongue out of the co-pilots ass, but kept his finger on the mans love nut, and without removing Steves cock from the jock James simply applied his mouth firmly over Steves prickhead and sucked for all he was worth.  The pressure of James lips and the air friction against the jocks lycra-spandex material raised the temperature in the boys mouth enough to make it feel quite hot.  The result of all these activities acting in concert was that Steves prostate continued to convulse over and over and over and over and over.

Steve said, Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.   I cant stop coming.  Will I cant stop coming.  Oh shit thats starting to hurt.  Christ. OH SHIT.. OH SHIT OH MAN.. OH MAN. WILL THIS GUY IS DRIVING ME CRAZYIM STILL CUUMMMMING IM STILL CUUUUMMMMINGJESUS, JESUS, JESUS.OUCH OUCH OUCH.. OOOOOOOWWWWWW.  WOW.. WOW.. WOW..   HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT,  THIS REALLY, REALLY HURTSSSSSSSS SSOOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDD WOWEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! and finally after almost twenty shots Steves cock stopped firing.

James slowed his activity a bit and went back to licking Steves jock strap.

Steve, totally exhausted, said, Christ Will this guy is like the Energizer Bunny.  He just keeps on going and going.  I think I see what you mean by strength of will power.

Will answered, No.no you dont.  Strength of will has very little to do with giving the best blow job in the world.  It has more to do with the single minded determination of that man down there on his knees.  Let me just say that that pussyboy would stay down their pleasing you till the cows come home.  He will stay there, giving you pleasure, as his master commanded, for as long as it takes; until he is told to stop.  That part is strength of will and do you know why he does that?  You probably think its because hes a cock hungry faggot, but you cannot imagine how wrong you are.  It has nothing to do with his sexuality.  Id bet you a hundred bucks that hes straight.  But in any event he does it because he is single minded in following the orders of the man who directs his life, who manages his education, who controls his existence.  A man he loves and admires and wants to be like. And dammit I wish to hell I could go back and finish what I started.

Steve was still a bit puzzled, You think this guy licking my jock strap is straight?  Well I guess anything is possible.  But Will I dont understand why anyone would do this..be degraded.every day.. get pissed on by everyone..constantly.have to suck other dudes dicks. let them fuck you.  No man, I dont get it.

Will shook his head again, Look at his life Steve.  No, really, look at his life.  He doesnt have to worry about anythingnot a thing.  His every need is taken care of food. shelter. clothingyeah, yeah, yeah, but you know what I mean.  He doesnt have to concern himself with the daily problems of life.  He doesnt have to make a single decision.  He is told what to do, how to do it, and when.  His controller takes responsibility for his every need, makes all his decisions, cares for him.  While he gets to be an open, active, sexual nerve end.  His every waking moment is spent with a hard-on.  You think thats some kind of trick?  Viagra or shit like that?  No way.  These cuntboys are excited all the time; ALL THE TIME.  They are turned on and ready to shoot practically 24-7.  Steve, think about that.. really think about it.  These pussyboys live as sexual animals while someone else pays the piper.  They worry about nothing except where their next orgasm is coming from and how to make their masters proud; that above everything because a boys master is his all, his life, his god on earth.  Masters may seem to have the life of Riley, but they live for their boys, their charges; they mold them; they shape them; they teach them; they make them into great men.  You think thats easy?  The whole deal is very complicated.  C says they break them down to build them up and thats just what they do here..And its remarkable.  The men who graduate from this place, well Steve they run the world.. the whole fucking world.

Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man Will this guys got me hard again.  What did you say?  Im sorry I wasnt paying attention.  Jesus Will hes got me hard.  Hey Will can I fuck him?  What do I do?  Is it OK?  Can I fuck him Will?

Will laughed, Of course you can fuck him.  Why not sit up and let him ride your dick.  Try it.  It really feels great.

Steve said, Jesus this dude is unbelievable.  Christ Will I want to take him home.  Can I get me one of these guys?

Will responded, Golly gee Steve someone might think your gay.

Steve looked over at the pilot, Fuck you Will.  OK pussyboy take off my shirt; then get rid of that jock and hop on my dick.  Youve got me all hard and hot and I want your ass.   Oh yeah, if you want to you should probably spit on my cock a bit to get it wet, or this might hurt.

James quite gleefully slid Steves wet jock strap past his big fuzzy thighs and down and off his feet; after which he helped Steve out of his sweat soaked shirt.  Then he mouthed up some saliva which he carefully dribbled off his lips onto Steves very hard, prick head.  As the globs of spittle began to leak down the shaft James rose off the floor, turned around and impaled himself on Steves cock.  In a second Steves cock was totally buried in James ass.  Just as James was beginning to enjoy the tickling sensation Steves pubes were having on James ass cheeks Steve said, No man, I dont like this position.  Im staring at your back.  No, look theres no arms on this chair so why dont you turn around and ride my dick that way.  Then I can see your face enjoying every minute.

James lifted himself off the co-pilots lap turned around, facing him, and squatted back down onto the mans ample cock.  Jamess very hard boyprick was poking Steve in between his pecs where there was that mass of soft dark hair.  It felt good to both of them.  Steve looked down and saw the pussyboy coating his chest hair with loads of prefuck that was burping out of James boycock.

James saw what Steve saw and turned bright red, Im very sorry master, sir.  Im a piggyboy cuntbox who cannot control himself.  Please dont be angry with me.  I promise to clean my mess.

Steve felt so sorry for the guy, Look dude, its perfectly OK. Hey man were guys and .  Then it struck him.  He wasnt talking to another guy.  This wasnt a normal conversation.  He adjusted his lexicon.

Thats OK cumboy.  I wont get too mad.  Now ride that cock for all youre worth.ah cunt!

So James rode Steves dick like he was doing dressage for the horsy set.  He lifted himself as high as he could, which left a good two inches of dick still wedged in his boycunt, and then he brought himself back down.  He flexed and relaxed his pussy muscles as he had been trained.  He massaged Steves prick with his boypussy for all he was worth.

Steve called out, Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man!  Will, Will this dude can grab my dick with his asshole.  No shit Will. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Will, dude youve got to try this kid out.  He is special.  This kid has a magic ass Jesus and a magic mouth.  Christ Will this kid should be in Ripleys Believe It Or Not.  He should be in the Guinness Book of Records Fuck, he should be on the FBIs ten most wanted list.  What this guy can do with his body should be against the law. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man.  Will he keeps grabbing my dick with his ass and then rubbing it like crazy.. all the way up and then all the way down. Oh man.  Oh man.  Oh man!  I think I died and went to heaven.

Steve felt hotter than hed ever felt in his life.  Hed never come this hard, or this many times in short succession, in his life.  Hed never felt this hard or horny or good.  The pleasure spot near the tip of his cock felt like it was beginning to glow red hot.  It felt so good it was edging into painful.  Steve began to pull and tug on James nipple rings, then he started licking the boys chest, but it wasnt enough, so he wrapped his arms around James and held him tightly as he continued to rise and sit, rise and sit on Steves cock, but it still wasnt enough.  Steve felt like he was going to explode, he was drenched with hot sweat from head to toe.  He violently kicked off his shoes.  He felt like he had to be naked.. totally naked he rubbed his feet against one another hard.. very hard and curled his toes.. and used his right big toe to get his left sock off.  Then he repeated the procedure and got rid of the right sock.  He was finally totally naked, but it still wasnt enough.  He began to flail his arms and bounce on his ass and slam his feet on the floor but it wasnt enough.. Finally he grabbed James head and mashed their faces together.  James was having trouble balancing, bobbing up and down, and allowing Steve free access to his mouth.. But he tried his very best.

Steve was in outer space, all nerves pounding, sucking James mouth.  Steve forced his tongue into the pussyboys mouth and lapped at his pallet.  He licked out James mouth and swallowed his spit.  He continued to ram his tongue into James throat; then he removed his tongue from the boys mouth and began to lick his face all over.  James was quite wet, hair all stringy, hanging down, dripping sweat into his eyes so Steve licked and slurped it up like he was dying of thirst.  Steve tongued James face and as he felt himself about to powershoot he once again applied his lips to those of this magnificent cuntwhore pussyslave.  He gave James a long, deep, wet, warm, kiss as he shot and shot and shot and shot and shot and shot into the boys very talented ass.

Steve looked over at Will, while James continued to gently massage his prick with his anal ring.  Steve looked puzzled, Hey Will, how do I thank this dude.  Ya know how crazy this is?  This guy is right in front of me riding my cock and hes tuned out of any conversation I have with you.  This is fucking weird man.  Anyway, what do I do now?

Will answered, You could let him come.

Steve said, Oh Jesus man of course he can come.  Hey man, go ahead and come.

It took a second before James realized that he had just been given permission to orgasm.  He looked down at Steve and as he shot his load straight up hitting his own chin he said, Thank you master, sir.

Steve stared blankly, Will, did you see that.  Fuck man I said he could come and he just came.  He didnt even touch his cock.  He just came like a fucking squirt gun.  Did you see that Will.

Will smiled, Of course he came; hes been trained.  How many time do I have to tell you; these guys are sex machines.

Steve said, Do you think he could do it again?  What if I told him he could come again? Could he do it?

Of course he could.  He could probably come two or three more times, till he was shooting air.

Steve sort of tapped James on the shoulder, Listen guy, I want you to come again.

James said, Yessir, master, and another volley of boycream spurted out of his dick.  This time it covered Steves sweaty chest.

Steve said, Man Will, did you see that?  He just bing-bang-boom came again.  This guy is amazing.  What exactly do you have to do in order to sign up for this program?

Will chuckled, You dont sign up Steve.  They come to you.  Its a very involved process, besides I thought all this gay stuff repulsed you?

Now Steve was laughing, I guess it kind of grows on you.  He looked up at James smiling face, And you boy, how about you get off my dick and clean up your mess.

James said, Yessir, master, lifted himself off Steves flagging erection and went to work tonguing and sucking and scooping the jism off Steves chest and lap.
Will said, My turn cuntboy.  Get over here.  I have to piss like a racehorse!

Steve said, Oh Jesus, thats gross!  Are you gonna piss on him Will?

Will answered, Watch and learn.  Boy, get over here!  I need to empty my bladder, so I need your thirsty lips.

Steve cried, Shit no.  Youre not going to piss in his mouth are you?

Will said, Shut the fuck up or Ill piss on you, you dumb fuck.

James crawled over to the Pilots chair and began to open his pants.  Seeing that Will was going to be busy, Steve, still naked, went back to the co-pilots chair and took the controls.

James gingerly unzipped Wills fly and rather involuntarily drew back a few inches.

Will said, Smell familiar?  During my Washington layover I hooked up with one of the chicks from The Society.  A real class act So boy, can you smell that exquisite Society pussy?

(NOTE: The Society is a group, similar in type to the Organization, only for women.  The two companies were on more than cordial terms and there were, through the years, many informal candidate exchange programs.  However, the two agencies were totally separate and distinct.  Sexual congress between groups was permitted because The Society adhered to the same ultra-stringent health screening procedures.  In the last fifty years there had not been a single STD transferred within or between the two groups. not even a cold sore.)

The acrid combination of scents filled James nose and for a second he flashed on the image of a beautiful woman. he thought he might have know her but

BOY!!  Whats the holdup?  I need to piss.  Get those lips around my hose.  Its watering time!

James barely had his mouth closed around Wills cock when the flood gates opened and the strong current issued forth.  .GGGGUUUURRGGG!   James gagged, and for a moment he actually blushed, embarrassed by his momentary lack of perfect control.  Then he began to swallow for all he was worth A minute later James started to wonder just how large the pilots bladder was.  He became progressively more aware of just how full his stomach was. then he began to worry. he felt a growing discomfort in his abdomen..his gut was full full of cum and sweat and spit and now piss. and now he became conscious of just how full his own bladder was.

Will said, Thats it boy, take every drop. suck suck swallow swallow.. very good.  Theres a lot in there, isnt there?  Sorry boy, but its been a long flight.  You just keep drinking.

All the while Steve was watching the scene with growing interest. and his cock was growing too.

Finally the torrent of piss came to a stop and James went to work cleaning Wills cock, then onto his pussy coated pubes.

Will said, Oh yeah, thats it boy, get me all hot.  I want that ass of yours, so get me all hard and wet.  Yeah, thats it lubricate my joint for me.. and dont forget my balls.. Oh yes, thats it get my hairy ball sac.  Yes, yes, yes, tickle my hole boy, tickle my hole, thats it, now deeper, get way in there.. push that stud on your tongue way up my hole thats it boy, youre halfway to my tonsils, dont you dare stop now. and the pilot threw his head back and closed his eyes and slid his ass way out so James could have easier access.

James bladder was beginning to send SOS signals to his brain, but there was no answer.  His brain was doing what it had been trained to do; to attend to the orders of a superior; that was all that mattered nothing else.

A couple minutes passed and Will couldnt take any more stimulation so he rose from his chair and took James by his curly locks and unceremoniously bent him over the radar screen.  A couple seconds later Will was pressing his hard prick home into the boys pretty, warm, tight pussyhole.  

Will groaned, Oh boy, what a pussy you have.  Its like pushing my cock into warm vanilla pudding, so soft, and inviting. OK boy hold on for the ride of your life.

And Will began to thrust his cock into James hole.  Every time hes go balls deep then pull out till his glans popped out the boys anal ring then back in till his sac slapped James on the ass.  Back and forth Will deep fucked the boy for many minutes.  Will whooped and hollered.  He rode the boy like a bucking bronco and James did his best to supply a good ride. He pushed his ass back to meet every one of Wills thrusts, and then he rise up on his toes and squat so that Will could get all the way into his cuntbox.  

James was hard and hot and had to piss something awful.  At least his growing need and his strong arousal was making it more difficult to accidentally piss himself, but his bladder was near capacity and this thunder-fuck was only making it worse.  

After maybe ten minutes James could tell Will was getting close.  He was breathing harder and James could feel his hard cock swelling and throbbing in his boypussy.  James used his sphincter muscles to squeeze Wills prick and that did the trick.  It sent Will home; he yahooed a couple times and pulled out of James love canal, grabbed the boy by his platinum curls and brought his face up to the head of his prick which he held in his other hand.

Will said, Open wide boy.

As James complied Wills cock exploded.  Gob after gob after rope after stream of supercharged prickcream shot into James waiting mouth.  The boy stuck his tongue out to catch every drop.  Wills prick shot at least eight or nine times before the stream of cockspit slowed down and turned into a dribble, bubbling out of Wills pisshole.

Will looked at James, Enjoy yourself boy!

So James brought his nose closer to Wills leaking prick and rubbed it all over his face.  James took Wills cock out of the pilots hand and into his own so that he could wipe it all over his face and hair.  When it had stopped issuing seed, James eagerly popped it into his mouth for a good rinsing.  All the while, from the minute Wills cock began to erupt James had never taken his eyes away from Wills stare.  The boy always gave that kind of full eye contact as his way of showing total surrender and complete fidelity to his master of the moment.

Looking down at the boy, Will felt a strong stab of tender emotion.  Jesus, he felt himself longing for the young man at his feet, this wonderful, quite beautiful, graceful soul, so full of.. what?.... peace.

Will pulled James to his feet and used his tongue to clean the boys face of his manspunk.  When he finished he gave the boy a long, slow, deep kiss, and he put his arms around James and held on for dear life.  For his part James was puzzled by this odd behavior; as far as he was concerned he had done his job, as he had been taught.

As this scene was unfolding the door to the cockpit opened and C entered the cabin.

C said, How are you gentlemen doing?

Both the pilot and copilot were caught by surprise and both felt more than a little embarrassed.  Steve turned red as a beet.  He was mortified to be found sitting in his co-pilots chair, naked, with a great big hard dick.  Will was chagrinned for having been found drooling over a pussyboy.

C ignored the discomfort, Has my boy expressed how grateful I am for all that you have done?

Both men answered as one, Oh yes, Yessir.

C said, Im glad.  Are you both.ah. finished with this pussyboy?

And when both pilot and copilot said yes, C led James away by the neck.

As they left the cockpit C turned to James, Id imagine you need a trip to the head.  Am I correct?

James beamed in the light of the sun.  His master, this fantastic creature, as if by telepathy, as if he was omnipotent, knew that his boy needed him.  James, his eyes filling with tears, said, Yes master, sir.

So C took the boy, his boy, into the small lav and stood behind him at the toilet.  As James prepared to piss C reached around the boy and played with his nipple rings; then he began to nibble at James neck.  Naturally the boy began to writhe.. and moan. and his rigid prick got twice at hard and began to bounce. and of course James couldnt pee.

As they stood there Cs hands began to explore James body.  He grazed his fingers over the golden hair on the boys chest and diddled with his beautifully defined abs.  James was going nuts.  He really had to pee, but he didnt want this attention from his master to end, not now, not ever.  He wanted to turn around and give C a big wet kiss and plead with him for a good fuck, but he was terrified that if he said anything at all this joy might end.  So James stood there, aroused to the limit, his bladder yelling for some relief, while C continued to send him towards the pearly gates.

Minutes passed and James was moaning and groaning and his very hard cock was drip, drip, dripping prefuck into the toilet.  James, minutes ago, had thrown his head back to rest on Cs shoulder, so now C began to lick and nibble on the boys neck and ear, and nuzzle his silver-gold tresses.  James was quite literally going out of his mind.  He wanted to cum.  He wanted to piss.  He didnt want to ask for either in fear that C would stop what he was doing.  James turmoil kept getting more and more complicated and more and more urgent.

C moved his right hand down to James groin and tickled the boys supersensitive balls.  James sac tightened to the limit pushing his ball tightly into the base of his boycock.  C used his left hand to rub James bubble butt and traced the boys ass crack with his index finger.  James got goose flesh head to toe and shuddered.

Master, I am so sorry sir, but Im afraid that I am going to come.  I am so sorry sir.  Please tell me what you wish of me sir.

C said, As you please boy. Anything.as you please.

So James said to himself, what the fuck, turned around put his arms around his master and tenderly kissed his velvet lips.  James took his right arm from around his master, reached between his own legs and as painful as it was he forced his boycock toward the floor so that as he shot he avoided Cs beautiful suit and instead fired over and over onto his own feet.

The pair kissed for many minutes and when C finally moved away.  All James wanted to do was to grab his controller and beg to keep going, to stay there, in that airplane john, together, holding each other, for ever and ever and ever.

C turned to the boy as he opened the door back into the cabin proper, Hurry up boy, we have things to attend to.  So piss, then use one of those towel sets to clean yourself up; then put on the clothes I gave you.  Theres a lot to do.

Cs mind was full of details, so many details, things to fix, people to call, strings to pull.  He had a meeting scheduled with this punk reporter.  What the reporter didnt know was that the Organization ran his rag of a scandal sheet.  The publisher was a senior control, the editors nephew was currently in training and so on and so on.

C picked up three manila folders.  The first was labeled Kenneth Fitzpatrick, family, education, birth through high school; the second, Kenneth Fitzpatrick, the years since high school; and the third was Kenneth Fitzpatrick, health, tests and records, sexual history.  C had some reading to do.

The pilot came over the intercom, Sir, we should be arriving in Los Angeles in about an hour.

C pressed a button and asked for some Champaign, orange juice, and cracked crab.

When James was in reasonable order, hair combed, eyes bright, he left the john and began to dress.  He put on the boxers, the khaki pants, his sweat shirt, socks and shoes, and by rote, without thinking, he reached around to be sure his boypussy was available for his master; then he smiled.  He quietly returned to his master and sat at Cs feet.  Without being told James removed Cs shoes and began to rub Cs warm, wool socked feet.  C, for his part, read the files and fed his boy pieces of crab meat and gave him alternate sips of OJ and Champaign.  They made quite a handsome couple.

As the doors to the jet opened the sun was rising on a beautiful California day

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Wasnt that sweet?  Love it?  Hate it?  Let me know.  Well, thats it for a while.  Ill be on hiatus for a couple weeks.  If you want more you need to write and tell me.  Sorry, but thats my price for sharing these odd little fantasies. 
(email me at: controlone@adelphia.net)

Anyway, in the next few chapters I will introduce some new characters, the nosey, straight reporter, who will eventually take the leap and agree to become a candidate but not before an unforgettable induction into the Organization, i.e. lots of rough sucking and fucking to introduce the guy to his pussyboy alter ego.  Id like your input about who he is and what hes about.  Perhaps youd like to star as this character who joins the organization rather reluctantly.  If you like the idea give me a description of yourself, age, eye color, hair color, physical appearance, likes and dislikes, education and background (maybe a nickname) etc.  Dont over stylize yourself, i.e. puff up your measurements and abilities so much that you make yourself fictional.  The only two people who will know the character is based on you are you and I.  I will not use names, or specific dates and places.  Like I said it will be your private fantasy.   I will also be introducing new Controllers and various other characters. Sound interesting?  Drop me a line.  One last word; I can not promise anything. I will do my best to include anyone who logically fits in.

So long for a while.. controlone





