Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 17:48:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Firesong k'treva <firesong17@yahoo.com>
Subject: wishes of the heart chap 5.

	Hey everyone! This would have been out sometime last week, however
snow prevented me from staying on campus, or at times even getting to
campus, and since I won't work on it at home, I had to wait till I had some
more time.
	Just so you know, in the first section, I know I go into detail
with the theatre, but it does have a reason. If you have any questions
about it just email me at firesong17@yahoo.com and I will explain it, as
the theatre is a REAL place. I go their infrequently, and am trying to
stop, * grins * so Dave if you are reading this stop laughing.
	Anyway standard disclaimer, this doesn't reflect N'sync, BSB, or
anyone else mentioned in ANY way shape or form, made totally up from my
head.
	EXPLANATION: Ok, here's what's up with this story. If you want to
reread the whole thing that is your choice assuredly, however, the only
scene you really have to reread, if you read chap5, is the one about Lance,
Alec and Jc. I, and some friends, did not like that scene very much, so I
took artistic license, and re wrote that scene. The rest of it stands as it
is. Hopefully I won't be doing this many times. Also I fixed up the
grammar, and made Brian's prayer more understandable.
	Also, I want to thank Mike for reading this change and giving it
his approval, and also to Michael, I want to thank you SO MUCH for all your
emails on the story. I love em!

Nick

	The theatre was dark, as most theatres are. Nick's eyes were having
problems adjusting to the darkness, because of the light from the
screen. The scene that was playing however was one that Disney would
definitely never have even remotely alluded to, after all, naked people in
compromising positions, were hardly "G" rated.
	He scanned the theatre as best as he could in the darkness. There
were three sections, one in the middle, that was the largest section, and
than two on either side, that were smaller by far than that in the
middle. He looked at the back wall of the theatre and could make out shapes
of people standing watching the porno, but he could barely see even that,
so he sat down in a seat quickly, which was the corner seat on the left
side, to sit and wait till his eyes adjusted.
	The movie, for what it was worth, a 7-dollar entrance fee, wasn't
to bad. Surprisingly the guy and the girl weren't bad looking, which for a
porno is surprising as they normally have hot girls, and ugly guys. Nick
could never figure out why a girl as hot as some of those that are in a
porno are, would want to be fucked by someone as ugly as some of the guys
are.
	While thinking Nick hadn't been paying attention to the time, or
the fact that his eyes were now adjusted to the dark. He got up and walked
along the back of the theatre, past about 7 guys. As he passed he met each
guy's eyes, and in turn smiled at them, and felt a thrill go through him as
they followed him with their eyes. He walked down what was now the right
side if you were facing the screen, looking at each aisle as he passed. He
was curious as to if this was a place that what he was hoping would happen
would.
	He found a spot that he was going to sit in. It was about half way
down the right side, but he didn't sit just yet. He walked back up the
aisle, again past the guys standing in the back. He walked out the door,
blinking in pain at the light, got a drink, than turned, smiled and walked
back in.
	Walking past the guys again, he shivered a little as he prayed that
he was right about this place. He settled in his chosen seat, and watched
the movie, and the people in the theatre. He sighed and got a bit more
comfortable, and a bit harder as he watched the movie.
	He was so engrossed in the movie that he failed to take notice of
the man that slowly walked down the aisle and sat in the row behind him,
and the seat about two seats to his right. When Nick did become conscious
that he had a guest his breath quickened. He was trying to subtly look over
his shoulder without being obvious when he heard it. ZIP!
	Nick whipped his head around the front and his breathing increased
even more, he quickly looked over his shoulder and his eyes almost bugged
out of his head, as he saw the guy sitting there jerking off in the
seat. Now that it was happening Nick wasn't really sure what to do. He had
rarely been the one that initiated the contact with another person, in
almost every case, except for his first time with Lance, who had been so
shy that he couldn't initiate the sex, but other than that he was always
the one that was approached, after sending lots of clues that he was
interested.
	Now what to do? The guy had basically initiated contact by sitting
there, Nick turned again and he was still there, and this time the guy was
looking right at him. Nick took a deep breath, stood up, walked down the
row, and up to the one behind him, walked down it and sat down next to the
guy.
	Up close he wasn't that bad looking, neither was his dick. It was,
Nick estimated, about 6 - 7 inches, gently curved to the left. The guy
appeared to be in his late twenties, and because of the darkness no hair or
eye color was distinguishable. He was on the lean side, and the first
thought that entered Nick's head was "Why is a guy as good looking as this
hanging out here?"
	The guy looked at Nick and continued to jerk himself off. Nick
tentatively reached out his hand and gently grasped the throbbing
member. The man immediately let go, and let Nick take over.
	Nick couldn't believe he was doing this. Here he was in a strange
place, with a strange guy, where anyone could see, about to give a hand, if
not a blowjob. He quickly looked back up at the guy, and saw nothing but
lust in the other man's eyes.
	Throwing caution to the wind, Nick slid to his knees off the seat,
which like a movie seat snapped back up. With one last quick breath, he
literally inhaled the guy's dick.
	"Oh shit! Fucking 'a' that's good! Suck that cock, yeah!"
	The guy began to slowly hump his hips in tandem with Nick's oral
ministrations. Nick felt the guy's fingers gently stroking his head.
	"Fuck that's good. Damn you must do this a lot. Take it all, take
it all."
	Saying this the grip on Nick's head stiffened and forced Nick's
head down the full length of the guy's cock. Nick was in a position he was
unused to. Normally he was in control of the situation, bringing the guy to
the edge of a precipice of pleasure time and time again, before finally
letting them finally come down.
	Here he had no control, he simply relaxed his throat after the
first jab, which had caused his gag reflex to automatically kick in. the
guy now was furiously fucking Nick's face.
	"Fuck! Your mouth is so hot!"
	Nick could only concentrate on his task. He pulled in his cheeks as
far as he could, and tried to push his tongue up when the head entered to
cause more friction and pressure.
	"Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum!"
	The man thrust the full length of his cock into Nick's mouth, and
down Nick's throat. Nick was about to gag when the dick began to twitch in
his mouth as the man came. Nick tried to pull back a bit but the man
wouldn't let him.
	Finally the man stopped and Nick pulled off.
	"Thanks dude. You have a hot mouth."
	"I've had some practice on some friends of mine."
	"Those friends are lucky. Look I'm sorry if I got a bit rough
there. I just needed to cum so badly."
	"It's ok. I'm to the point that I can take larger than that down my
throat."
	Nick says this while rubbing his throat in slight pain.
	"However," Nick said, " it wouldn't be easy. You are just about the
perfect size. Not so large that I get afraid, and still quite a mouthful."
	"Dude anytime you want another 'mouthful' I'll be more than willing
to give it to you."
	Saying this the guy stood, pulled his pants up, zipped, stepped
over Nick and walked up the aisle, across the theatre and out the
door. Nick stayed in his seat.
	He looked at his watch and realized that he had only been here for
45 minutes, 20 of which he was waiting for his eyes to adjust, and a
portion of the rest waiting to see if someone would accept his invitation.
	While he was sitting there calculating, someone sat down in front
of him, and once again Nick heard the "ZIP!"
	This night promised to be lots of fun.

Lance, Jc, Alec

	"Alec, before we start this, do I have to sing you out of the Ring
each time you go into it? Cause no offense, but that's going to get a bit
annoying."
	Alec thought for a moment.
	"No actually you don't. All you have to do is order me that I am to
come out of the ring when you call. The others can't, and you can't order
me to do that, but you can order me to come out at your request."
	"Ok, considered yourself ordered."
	"Yes master. Now, what's up?"
	Lance looked at Jc, and motioned for him to 'take the floor' as
t'were.
	"Alec, I was wondering if you could help me with Justin. You know
the one that interrupted you earlier."
	Alec looked at Jc with some perplexity, "Help him? Help him how?"
	Jc looked back at Alec with determination in his eyes.
	"Justin is terrified that you hate him, and that you were going to
just like...smash him into atoms or something."
	Now Alec looked even more perplexed.
	"What is an atom?"
	Jc looked back at Alec with some surprise; before he remembered
that Alec had been in the lamp...err... ring for the past 600 years.
	"An atom. A very, very small piece of matter."
	"Did that idea actually truly catch on? Atomos. Who would have
thought it would have actually been an idea that would stand the test of
time.
	"However, to answer your question Jc, yes I was mad. I am
unaccustomed to being interrupted, especially by one that isn't my master,
as Justin wasn't at the time of the interruption. I simply made my feelings
on the subject clear, however I did apologize to him at the time. I am
unsure what you want me to do."
	Jc looked at Alec, the determination in his eyes giving way to a
small defeat.
	"I don't know. Talk to him. Please make him realize that he doesn't
have to be afraid of you."
	Alec cocked his head to one side.
	"But that would be a lie. All of you on some basic level should
fear the power I represent. Not that I would ever turn it on you, but on
some levels you should understand that with this much power, it isn't to be
admired or sought after, but is to be feared. People rarely think of what
would happen if another made a wish against them, and you now have a total
of 10 people that have the ability to command my power. Lance is the only
one who truly has nothing to fear."
	"I understand that Alec, but please, can you talk to Justin?"
	Alec looked at Lance who had remained quiet throughout the whole
interchange.
	"Do you want me to do this master?"
	Lance looked at Alec thoughtfully.
	"I want you to do what you think is right Alec. I'm not going to
tell you what to do, or what I think you should do. Do what you honestly
feel you need to. If I tell you what to do that's an out. You won't do it
'cause you feel you should, you will do it 'cause you were told, and trust
me, Justin will know."
	Alec looked at Lance, and than at Jc. He was confused. No master
had ever told him to 'do what he felt was right.' He had no idea what the
comment meant.
	"What I feel is right master?"
	"Yes Alec, what you feel is right."
	Alec looked at Lance and than at Jc with true confusion in his
eyes.
	"What does 'right' mean?"
	Now it was Lance and Jc that exchanged confused looks.
	Lance was the first to answer Alec.
	"What do you mean 'what is right?' Alec?"
	"Exactly what I said. What is 'right'?"
	Jc answered this time, leaning forward.
	"Doing what you think is right, means that you do what your heart
tells you is the best thing to do in the situation that you are in at the
moment."
	Alec looked at him, and it seemed that tears rippled in his eyes.
	"But how do you go about knowing how to listen to your heart? How
do you hear it? What does it say? How do you know if what it is saying is
the correct thing to do, or if it's just the opinion of an organ that is in
your chest?"
	Lance looked at Alec in real confusion.
	"I'm not sure I understand Alec. Are you saying that you have never
had to choose between right and wrong? That you never had to simply do
'what was right'?"
	Alec looked at Lance with an expression that was almost one of
light mockery.
	"How do you judge what is right and wrong, when your master is
telling you what you are to do. How do you determine what the situation
says is wrong, when your master tells you to do something that is against
basic human nature? Where am I supposed to develop this wonderful sense of
"right and wrong? My entire life I have had masters that have told me what
to do, how to act, what to say, how to say it. I have done things that
would probably scare you to death, or send your fragile minds into such a
state that it would leave you a quivering mass, with nothing left. I have
worked wonders that would put you in a state of awe for a very long
time. So I ask you again. Where was I supposed to get this sense of "right
and wrong?"
	Lance looked at Jc, who looked back in confusion. After all, how
did you teach someone, with the power to do almost anything he wanted, what
was "right" and what was "wrong?"
	Jc looked at Alec with anger in his eyes, and a rather large
helping of disbelief. "What do you mean your "master's" have always told
you what to do? Surely you have the ability to judge a situation as good or
bad!"
	"I have the ability to judge if a situation is good or bad for the
master I currently serving. Whether it is good or bad for him or her at
that moment. That I can do yes, but understand this Jc. I am a slave in
every imaginable way. I don't think something unless given leave to, I
don't move unless I'm asked. Every single action that I have done in my
life, from the sinking of Atlantis, and the destruction of Pompeii, to the
creating the hanging Gardens of Babylon, has been at the request of the
master that I served at the time. I have no say in how my powers are used,
so then, how could I develop this sense of "right and wrong" that you seem
so proud of having, and seem bound and determined to prove I have. I am a
slave! I am mentally, magically, and physically a slave. I am bound to my
master's will in ALL things."
	Lance's eyebrows shot up, creasing his forehead.
	"Have you never for one moment in your life had any freedom? Even
for a moment?"
	"Lance, dear innocent Lance. I have no freedom whatsoever. Most
slaves can say 'at least I have my mind, that is something they can't
have.' For me, that isn't the case. My master has complete and utter
control over me. In ever action, thoughts, and or deed there is the hand of
my master. I don't have the freedom of my body, and I certainly don't have
the freedom of my mind. As I've stated, my master rules me in all things,
and it is my job to please my master; in any way that he or she desires."
	If possible Lance's eyebrow's shot up even higher, and he looked at
Jc in total confusion. He was not reassured when Jc looked back at him in
the same way.
	Jc looked at Alec, and cocked his head to one side, trying to think
of a question that would explain Alec's words. Unable to think of any
delicate ways, decided on the easiest.
	"What does that mean?"
	"It means if my master wants wealth beyond the dreams of Avarice,
he gets it. If my master wants a harem of beautiful young, supple maidens,
or men in the flower of their youth; healthy, strong, and gorgeous beyond
belief, he gets them. If my master wants me...he gets me."
	"Gets you? What do you mean gets you?" Lance asked innocently.
	Jc looked at Alec and held up his hand, indicating that Alec was to
remain quiet.
	"Lance, I think what Alec means is that he is a slave. His masters
control his magic, his mind, as well as his body."
	"I understand that Jc, but I don't understand what...he...means..."
	Lance looked at Alec in total shock.
	Sex.
	Alec was a slave. He had no say in what he did, or what was done to
him. He was, to Lance, someone of remarkable beauty, and knowledge, a
fairly good sense of humor, and totally honest. Lance seriously doubted
Alec could lie if he tried, unless he was told.
	There it was again. "I don't think something unless given leave
to." Those words echoed in Lance's head. He couldn't imagine what it could
be like to have every thought, action, word, look, deed, decided by someone
else. To look at the sun rise every morning and the first thing on his mind
to be how to serve his master best that day. To answer to the beck and call
of another, with no say whatsoever in what you were doing. Tears sprang up
in his eyes as he looked at Alec.  "Lance, please do not cry. It is my
place in life. I am not mortal as you, I do not have a soul, and I don't
even have a heartbeat. I breathe because it aids in speech, but other than
that I need no air. I need not to sleep, nor to have to eat. I am...for
lack of a better term, designed to service my masters in all ways. I wasn't
'born' I simply existed. Don't cry for me."  Alec looked at Lance in
wonder. A master crying over the plight of a genie was something that was
unheard of. Alec relaxed when Lance stopped crying, and simply looked at
him, almost as if probing. He looked into Jc's eyes, and saw calculation,
and a good helping of worry at the same time.  "Alec, when you said you are
a slave to your master..."  Jc left that hanging, hoping Alec was going to
pick up on what he was actually asking.  "Yes Jc, that goes for all of you
guys as well."  "So if I stated right now that I wanted you get on your
knees and suck my dick...what would you do?"  Alec looked at Jc for a
moment. His mind reached out and lightly touched Jc's. He could see that
there was simple curiosity, however he could also feel a rising lust, and
slight guilt about that lust as well.  Thus Alec did his job. Altering his
voice magically so that it took on a hypnotic quality, yet appeared to be
nothing more than light singsong he answered Jc's question.  "I would raise
you to the heights of heaven time and time again, bringing you back down to
earth before paradise claims you however. I would cause your body to go
into convulsions; such as you have never seen. I will cause your mind to go
into meltdown at the constant waves of pleasure that will ripple through it
time and time again. Than, hours later, when you are barely able to move,
and only capable of experiencing time and time again the pleasure I would
bring, would I finally let heaven claim you. All you would have to do is
order it."  Jc's eyes glazed over. However, they did not glaze over only
from lust. Though the beat of lust was strong in his body at the moment,
his mind had gently been snared by Alec's hypnotic voice. Placed in a state
of heightened suggestibility, and than listening to Alec's words had filled
him with such a feeling of horniness that he couldn't even begin to
understand what had happened "Consider yourself ordered."  Lance looked at
Jc totally in shock at his words.  Jc turned to look at Lance, and Lance
saw something in Jc's eyes that he had never seen. Lust directed at him. He
didn't understand. He had always found Jc attractive, but also felt it
would have been like trying to seduce his brother.  "Alec, Lance will be
joining us."  "I will?"  "Only if you want to. If not I'll just take Alec
here and go back to my room."  While speaking, Jc had been lazily running
his hand up and down Alec's arm, and was grinning at him widely. Alec had
to admit; Jc was a very good-looking guy.  Lance stared at Jc in shock
	Slavery of any kind was wrong in his book, and that Jc was casually
accepting it stood out in stark contrast to the way that Jc normally would
have acted.
 	However, there was the fact that Lance hadn't had sex in about two
months. Not even with Nick, though he figured that would happen soon
enough. And in some ways Alec was willing.
	As these thoughts raced through Lance's mind, Alec mulled over his
situation. He was in a new and strange world, with 10 masters, all of them
young, all of them male. He had gathered from his inquisition of Lance's
dreams that they were also 10 of the most popular young men in the world at
the moment. Also, that these 10 young men had enough money for whatever
they wanted, and in all honesty he couldn't think of what they would
possibly wish for. They weren't greedy, and it probably wouldn't even enter
their minds to ask for money, or power. The music that he heard from them
all was of energy, strength, and of light.
	He wondered what else was in this world. Looking around the room
Alec still couldn't believe they were as high as they were. Also the
windows were so clear, not bubbly. The very chairs that they sat on, Alec
could feel the materials in them, and he was again moved to
amazement. Mortals had obviously gone along way in their technology. From
Lance's, and now Jc's mind, he could see some of the things, but couldn't
get a clear understanding of them. Like what is a 'telephone,' and 'email?'
He could also see a fragment of how this technology could be used for
purposes so destructive it wasn't funny. He saw destruction on an epic
scale, along with drugs that made those in his time look like a simple
stimulant. Such power, and all it was used for was selfish purposes. Alec
found a rather large similarity between that and himself.  He sighed once
again and waited on Lance's decision.

Brian and Justin

	Brian kneeled down at the foot of his bed, holding his cross
between his hands. His eyes closed, as he tried to master his breathing
into a calm, steady pulse. He had tried to do this unsuccessfully about
five times now, and was getting extremely frustrated.
	He rubbed the cross gently in between his hands, and brought the
words of the "Our Father" into his mind. Almost like a mantra, the words
seemed to flow across his mind, and ease the pressure. Like magic, his
breath slowed, and became smooth and even.
	"God. Hi. I know I haven't spoken to you much recently; I've been
really busy. I know that's not much of an excuse but it's all I have.
	"God I don't know what to do. Nick is my best friend, I see him as
a little brother, but for some reason he's dominating my mind. I think
about him all the time. I'm not sure if I'm just concerned over his actions
or if it's more. I mean he is in a constant state of heightened
sexuality. He'd give the cab driver a blowjob as a tip, or take the
waitress into the backroom as payment for dinner. The boy is a certified
nympho. However, he seems to be getting worse. I don't know what to do. He
could have his pick of anyone he wanted, male or female, famous or
'normal.' Yet he just keeps going out and just doing whatever, or should I
say whomever he wants.
	"I know he's young, and should be "living life," I have no problem
with that. I just wish he would settle on someone. Anyone. Someone who
would treat him the way he deserves, especially after what that bitch put
him through. Just... I know he's having fun, but I often wonder if he's
having fun for fun's sake, or is having fun to run from the past.
	"And know I'm even more confused as to what to do with Alec's
arrival, or appearance, whatever. I was always taught that the only real
'Magic' was to be found in the miracles that You would perform. Is Alec a
'miracle' or is he something else? I don't know what to do; I think I'm
just going to go get something to eat.  If You could see to fitting me into
Your miracle working, and world saving schedule, to give me a sign as to
what to do?  How to help Nick, or what do think about Alec, I'd be much
obliged. Thank You."
	Brian sighed and stood up slowly, stretching his legs out after
having been kneeling for so long. He looked around his room and sighed. It
seemed so empty, so constricting. He had to get out of the room. Get some
fresh air, and, as his stomach reminded him, get something to eat.
	He smiled softly at himself, turned and walked out of the room. He
looked at the closed door to Nick's room, and almost brought himself to
knock on the door, but at the last minute his hand seems to suddenly weigh
a ton. He turned and walked out the door, unable to make himself even call
to Nick. What kind of friend was he? He had to talk to Nick, and really
soon, or else this was going to cause him to blow up inside.
	He was so wrapped up in thinking about Nick that as he left the
room and closed the door behind him, he failed to notice that someone was
walking right outside his room. He failed to notice this to the point that
he walked right into the person.
	"Ouch! Brian, watch where you are going!"
	Brian looked down after clearing the stars from his eyes, to see
Justin on the floor, rubbing his back.
	"Next time Brian, could you walk a little faster? I didn't quite
make it through the wall."
	Brian giggled softly and reached down to help Justin stand up. Once
Justin grasped his hand he pulled him up.
	"Justin I am SO sorry about that. My mind was in..."
	"It's ok Brian. I've seen that look on Jc's face many times. It's
the 'I have no idea what I am going to do, but I had better do something
fast' look right?"
	Brian looked into Justin's blue eyes in shock. That was exactly how
he felt.
	"How...how did you know that?"
	"Easy, I told you that I've seen that look on Jc's face lots of
times. Now, I'm hungry, and you are buying me lunch."
	Brian cocked his head confused.
	"I am?"
	"Yes you are. To make up for trying to put me through a wall, and
to ease the pain of my back"
	Justin's eyes twinkled in mischief. He knew Brian, and he knew the
part about the back would make Brian feel a bit guilty and he would say
'well...when you put it that way...'
	"Well...when you put it that way...ok. Just don't get used to
this."
	Justin grinned widely, and with a hint of impishness in his voice
said a simple, " Ok."
	Brian looked at Justin quickly and realized a sneaky con artist had
set him up expertly.
	"Why you little fink. You set me up!"
	"Yep I did. Did a good job of it too. Now, where are you taking me
for lunch?"
	Brian couldn't help it. He just laughed at the way Justin was
acting. He had, in the space of around 10 seconds, made him forget totally
about his problems with Nick. Justin's smile demanded a mirror image from
the person whom he smiled at, and Brian was no more immune to it than
anyone else.
	"Ok, Curly. Let's go. There has to be a good Italian restaurant
around here somewhere."
	"Italian?"
	"Yes Italian. If I'm paying, I'm choosing."
	Justin smiled.
	"Ok, choirboy. Let's go. Maybe on the way back we can stop at an
Arthur Treachers's?"
	Justin found his back was remarkably better as Brian chased after
him down the hall howling curses at him, grinning the whole way.



Ok, how was that? I know there aren't many sex scenes (Cassie, and Mike),
but I am working on it. So. Is Nick having fun in the theatre for fun or to
escape...and what's he possibly escaping from? What was Brian talking
about? What bitch? What's Lance going to do, why is Jc just accepting that
Alec is a sex slave? What is "right and wrong"? Are Brian and Justin going
to grow closer? Who knows? Not me that's for sure. Email comments to
firesong17@yahoo.com. Thanks all for reading!!