Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2004 07:07:54 -0500
From: controlone <controlone@adelphia.net>
Subject: Face In The Mirror--Day 5--Part 2--Scott and James

Face In The Mirror

Day 5--Part 2--Scott and James

controlone


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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James knelt by the bed and waited for his master's instructions.

Poor Scott was more than a little nervous.  After Mexico there were months
of surgery and rehab to heal his body and repair his badly damaged cock.
It had been almost a year since he'd had sex and the fact was he had no
idea if his "equipment" would perform properly.  On the other hand James
had been able to suck two good loads out of his balls in the limo... that
was encouraging.  Scott needed to take hold of himself.  For heaven's sake
he'd been fucking like a mad man for decades; he'd plugged dozens of great
looking guys and nailed his share of candidates along the way.  He knew
he'd be OK if he could just get the ball rolling.  He walked over, sat on
the bed and looked at James.

"Boy can you release yourself from hypnotic control?  Have you reached that
level yet?"

James was puzzled, "No sir.  Only my master has that power."

It had been several years since Scott had any involvement in candidate
training.  He tried to remember what he'd learned, but his memory was
foggy.  Scott felt tight, all wound up.  He wanted to talk to James the
person, not the pussyboy. Right now Scott needed a friend; someone he could
really speak to... open up with.  James could be that perfect person,
almost a stranger, someone who would absolutely keep his confidence, a man
Scott could trust, and it didn't hurt that James was extremely masculine
and very handsome... or that he was making Scott sweat.

"Do you have to call me master?"

James felt rather uncomfortable, "What else would I call you sir?"

"Can't you just call me Scott?"

James wondered if this was a test, "No sir, I could never be that
disrespectful.  Have I offended you master?  I am very stupid sir, have I
said something wrong?"

"Christ no boy, you haven't done anything wrong.  Can't you take off some
of your hypnotic restraint?  I know that eventually you'll be able to lift
yourself out of trance."

James tried to think around the barriers of hypnotic restraint, "Sir, if
you wish I could shift my perception to the `observer level.'  Then I will
be consciously aware of everything going on.  Certain limits are relaxed in
that state."

"Good Boy, do that, do that now."

James blinked a few times, "It's accomplished sir."

"So what's different?"

James considered the question and his answer, "Well sir, I guess you could
say that more of my mind is here... more of my senses acting together.  In
this state I have full use of logic, intelligence, and my ability to
analyze what's going on around me.  At this level I can hear all the
conversations around me, understand them, and integrate them into my
reality."

"And what's still constrained?"

James almost laughed, "Oh sir, a lot's missing... most of my long term
memory, my history.  But sir, except for the things my master has ordered
me to lock away, I can tell you with some accuracy everything that's
transpired from the day my candidacy began, but nothing before that."

"Do you know who you are?"

James wasn't certain he understood the question, "I'm a cuntboy sir.  I
live to serve my master... I worship my master.  I am a candidate in the
Organization.  If I ever complete my training I'll become a junior
controller... but I don't think that's ever going to happen."

"Why not?"

James' voice dropped and he lowered his eyes, "I keep disappointing my
master.  I try my best, but there's a stubborn, strong willed part to my
personality and I can't seem to will it away or break it.  It's a terrible
weakness... my greatest flaw.  My master has tried many things and it
hurts me deeply that I can't seem to accomplish this for him.  Sir, I would
do anything for my master.  I pray that someday I can present him with this
success, as my special gift to him.  I am consumed with my inadequacy.  I
cannot bear to frustrate my master, and yet, it's all I seem to do."

"James, that's not true, your master is quite proud of you.  He speaks very
highly of you."

James was incredulous, "I think you are mistaken sir.  You must be thinking
of some other candidate, a different cuntboy.  I bring my master nothing
but dissatisfaction."

"You just answered to your name.  Is it OK for me to call you James?"

James was a bit startled, "No one ever calls me that name... James... it
sounds so odd.  And yet, I hear it echo in my head from long ago.  So sir,
if it pleases you to call me James... I will assume it's allowed."

"Isn't there some way you can call me Scott?"

James got very nervous, "Sir, it would be a breech of protocol.  I could
force myself sir, to please you sir, but it would make me very embarrassed
and ashamed.  It would be like compelling me to blaspheme, to be
intentionally disrespectful.  It's done sometimes in training when a
candidate is made to bring about his own castigation.  One master will
order me to disobey another so that I will intentionally bring down my own
punishment.  It is done to teach us humility.  If it's your wish sir,
naturally I will obey."

"Nevermind."

James could sense the sadness in Scott and a certain reticence to begin any
sexual activity.  James was not the least reserved about sex, so he got up,
climbed on the bed, got behind Scott, and began to massage his shoulders,
"Does this please you sir?"

"Yes James, that feels great."

James stopped for a moment; helped Scott out of his jacket; folded it
neatly; and set it aside.  As he continued to rub Scott's upper arms James
leaned in and began to nibble on Scott's neck.  A couple minutes later
while James kissed, bit, and licked Scott's ear he opened his tie and
slowly slid it out of his collar.  When James had kissed down to Scott's
shoulders he reached around; gradually unbuttoned his shirt; and snaked his
hand inside to lightly graze the sandy hair on Scott's chest.  James' stiff
prick bounced against his stomach and thumped Scott's back like a big bass
drum... boom, boom, boom.

James had never gotten sexually involved as an "observer," and he felt like
he was seeing, smelling, hearing, feeling, and even tasting things for the
first time.  Unbeknown to him other changes were taking place in his
psyche; dominoes were falling; doors were opening; walls were tumbling
down.

Scott's heart began to pound, his pits got damp, and his jock got way too
small to contain his energetic fat, hard cock.  James continued to focus on
Scott's neck and ears and chin and shoulders and chest... and then using
both hands he began to finger and tease Scott's rubbery erect
nipples... The controller's troubles seemed to float away.  Scott was a
believer; this kid could do EVERYTHING; he was gifted at every fucking
thing.  The boy was a marvel... No, more like a wizard, a skillful
magician... there was no doubt he had a magic tongue and magic
fingers... in addition to his magic body and his magic cock.  Scott
relaxed into James' expert arms.

James slid Scott's shirt out of his pants and tossed it away; he moved to
the side, gently pushed Scott back on the bed, undid his belt, opened his
zipper, and as Scott raised his hips James pulled off his trousers.
Without thinking James hopped off the bed and went to work attending to
Scott's clothing.  He arranged the pants and jacket on a wooden hanger, the
shirt and tie on another, and hung them both in the closet.

When James returned to the bed, Scott, still in his jock was propped up on
his elbow, "You didn't have to do that.  Look James, I know I'm a
controller and you're a candidate.  That was fine for the blow job in the
car, but just now I need a friend... I'm feeling pretty weird...
awkward... You probably can't understand any of this... but if you're here
to please my brother; if you're here on David's orders; if you're looking
to be slavepussy for my cock; well then, I'd rather we just take a nap
together.  I don't want to fuck a cuntboy...  Jesus James, I really need a
friend.  Do you comprehend anything I've said.... what I mean?"

James felt disoriented, "You are his brother... You're my master... you're
David's brother... It just fell into place... the relationship.  WOW,
you're David's brother."

Now Scott was puzzled, "Yes, I'm David's brother.  You know that.  You've
known that all day... and even before this.  I've seen you previously; at
the beginning of your candidacy.  Maybe you don't remember."

James smiled, "Of course I remember; I could give you the date and time I
first laid eyes on you.  That's not it Scott.  It just made sense.
Everything fell into place.  It's like seeing things properly for the very
first time.  Jesus Christ, you're Scott; you're David's brother."

Scott wondered what was happening, "Um James, I don't want to alarm you but
you're calling me Scott."

James was startled, "Oh shit!  Hey, I'm really sorry about that.  I should
be calling you sir... it feels so damned strange... everything feels so
weird... like I just woke up after a very long sleep... no, more like a
very long coma... and I know I should be frightened... I should be
terrified... but... but... it's kind of exciting... Man O Man is my dick
ever hard... I think I'd shoot if I sneezed... Damn!!  I feel gooood."
James reached out his arms and stretched, "Jeeeze, I just remembered, David
fucked me blind on the flight out here.  Your brother is one hell of a
great fuck.  Ooops! I know I shouldn't have said that."

Scott started to laugh, "David, my brother David, is a great lay?  I mean I
love him and admire him and I'd do absolutely anything FOR him, but trying
to imagine him as a great lover.... How the hell do you get the stick out
of his ass?"

James started to laugh, and then stopped, "Oh man Scott, you are so wrong.
David is the sweetest, kindest, most gentle man I've ever known, inside or
outside the Organization.  He's also the smartest, strongest, wisest, and
most loyal person.  If you don't know that then you don't know your brother
very well."

Scott has been sarcastic, and he knew it. "No James, you're right.  I just
like to ride his ass about being so reserved and `presentable' all the
time.  When he was younger he used to cut loose... get into
trouble... break the rules...in his twenties he was wild... really wild.
He's changed since he took on all this responsibility."

James understood more and more, "You have no idea how hard he works.  I get
to see parts of him that no one else sees.  When I'm his cuntboy, sitting
at his feet, I see and hear everything that goes on, the pressure he's
under.  Scott he takes on everyone's problems as his own.  He worries night
and day about every person in his command.  He carries around the weight of
the world, and Scott in 16 months I've never once heard him complain, or
ask for a single thing for himself... not a single thing.  Jesus, he'd kill
me if he heard me talking.  Most of this, this information, is supposed to
be locked away in my subconscious."

Scott asked, "What the fuck is going on with you James... your language,
your speech patterns, they're all different.  What happened?"

James thought for a second, "Hmmm I think something you said together with
something I did released me from hypnotic control.  Hmmm I'm trying to dig
around in my consciousness to see what's there and what's missing... From
what I can tell most of the constraints are gone.  There are definitely
some things missing, things David ordered me to lock away, but everything
else... yes, pretty much everything else is there.  Did you know I went to
Cornell?.... majored in drama.  And I've been engaged, TO A GIRL!  Actually
before I started my candidacy I was a raving heterosexual.  I had noting
against men.  They were OK, but I had plans for marriage and a family.
Looking back now, I realize I was pretty lost.  My life was going nowhere
fast.  I think that's why I took the leap and agreed to enter candidacy.
Fuck, if I had known what was involved I would never... NEVER have agreed
to any of it."

Scott interjected, "That's probably true for everyone in our little club.
None of us would have enlisted if they told us the hell we were about to
endure, but James, it's worth every blowjob and nasty fuck; ... even the
bondage and horrible discipline.  This is the best group of men in the
universe.  I'd do it all again.  Hell, if they said it was necessary I'd
begin as a day one candidate tomorrow to keep my place here."

James was just as eager, "You don't have to sell me.  I'm still just a
pussy on legs, but I know how valuable this training is.  Besides there are
larger issues... other reasons."

Scott grinned, "Yes, I know, you love my brother.  That's one secret you
can't seem to keep.  My god James, you fawn all over him.  It's very cute,
and kind of funny."

James turned beet red, "Oh shit, is it that obvious.  I'm always trying to
please him and god knows I'd do absolutely anything he asked, but does it
seem different from the way the other boys treat their masters?.... Oh
hell, how obvious is it?"

Scott didn't want to humiliate the guy, "It's not tooooo bad.  It's just
that you say how much you love his voice, and his face, and everything he
says, and how it kills you to disappoint him."

James shook his head, "I know, I know, it seems like I'm always failing
him.  He must think I'm a big pain in the ass.  I guess he'll be glad when
and if I ever make it to junior controller."

Scott narrowed his eyes, "Now I think you're being disingenuous.  I think
you're doing some fishing of your own.  You're around him ALL THE TIME.
You must have some sense of how he feels about you."

James sat on the edge of the bed, "Unfortunately, that's one of the areas
in my mind that's blocked.  David's put some things under lock and key in
my brain.  That includes anything he says about me in my presence.  I do
remember YOU telling HIM that love would do him good and that you believed
he loved `this kid.'  I was the `kid' wasn't I?"

Scott turned toward the younger man, "Yup, you're the kid in question.  So
how do you feel about that?"

James didn't have to think, "I love him.  It's as simple as that.  If he
doesn't feel the same it will hurt like hell.  I guess I'd have to live
with it; I just don't know how.  Scott over all these months my respect and
admiration for David has grown; so has my affection, till he fills my
thoughts.  Even when I'm under tight control I'm obsessed with pleasing
him.  I'm not sure how people on the "outside" fall in love.  When I look
back at my affection for my girlfriend I realize it was nothing, not an
atom of what I feel for David.  If it's possible I want to spend my life in
his service.  The idea of being with him, sleeping in the same bed is like
a pipe dream... utterly impossible.  Scott, I'd settle for whatever crumbs
I could get... I'll do anything I can just to be around him.  Hell, if he
won't love me back I'll get the job as his personal assistant or his valet
or his driver or his secretary.  Frankly, I don't care, but I need to be
around him.  And that's how I feel about your brother.  It's so fucking
cool that you're his brother."

Scott found himself wanting to make James feel better.  Suddenly his own
problems seemed smaller, more manageable.  He reached over and put his hand
on James' warm shoulder.  James tilted his head to the side and rested it
on Scott's hand.

 "Hey Scott, you've got troubles of your own.  I know the basic facts about
Mexico.  I flew down with David, but he refused to take me along on the
raid...too dangerous... They called him from Juarez the night you were
kidnapped.  He was on the jet twenty minutes after he hung up the phone.
Besides barking out orders he didn't say five words all the way there.  I
honestly think I know him better than anyone, and I have never seen him
frightened... never... but that night... I've never seen him more concerned.
It scared the piss out of me... seeing Control One troubled... that just
doesn't happen. Scott, he nearly lost his mind looking for you.  It took
about 20 hours to travel there and get a fix on your location; then another
4 hours to plan the attack; 8 hours to complete the raid; and almost 18
hours to evacuate and get everyone where they belonged.  Scott he got that
first emergency call at the end of a hard 16 hour day.  All in all he was
awake, alert, and managing every detail for almost three days.  When we got
back he had a full day's work waiting and no one else who could do it...
Scott, I have never heard him complain, or even say that he was exhausted.
It's easy to see why everyone who knows him loves him.  You should hear
what they say when he's not around.  Not only do they all adore working for
him, shit they all lust after his ass..... is it any wonder that I love
him too; that I want to belong to him any way that he'll have me?

Scott laughed, "Don't get the wrong idea, I love him too.  He's my favorite
brother and I have a whole bunch to choose from.  I just like to ride his
ass about being `management' you know, `the man.'  And I never get to see
him anymore.  It seems like my family has been blown to the four corners of
the earth.  And then there's Jack....."

James turned to face Scott, "I am sorry.  I'm going on about David when
he's right in the next room" and James shivered head to foot, "ooooh sorry
about that, the thought that David is on the other side of that wall took
my breath away for a second.  Scott I think that David is right; that you
should go and see your... friend... lover... sorry, what do you call
him?"

Scott raised his eyebrows and frowned, "I call him `missing.'  It's hard
for me to understand James.  They mistreated Jack; they raped him; but they
kept him high and completely out of it.  They beat the snot out of me;
raped me with everything in the room; drugged me with hormones,
hallucinogens, toxins and irritants; tortured me non stop for more than
forty-eight hours straight, and I was ready to dance as soon as I got out
of the hospital.  It's over now... all that horrible stuff... If I can get
over it, I don't understand why Jack can't... especially because I love
him and I'm here for him... and Christ knows I want him... And
James.... It feels reeeelly odd sitting here, talking to you about this;
when we're naked."

James got up, waved Scott over, pulled down the bedclothes, and motioned
for Scott to climb under.  A minute later the pair were under the sheets
propped up on pillows, "Is that better?"

Scott nodded, "Much.  James, am I being an insensitive asshole?  You can
tell me.  Is there something I'm not seeing?  Is there a reason it was so
much harder for Jack than for me?"

James considered his answer, "I don't think you're being insensitive, but
you need to put yourself in Jack's shoes.  You're the.... um... alpha
male... the top dog.  He's the... `giving' partner... more submissive.  He
thinks he got you tortured.  He believes it's his fault.  I heard what you
told David... that Jack remembers you begging to take his place, to be
tortured instead of him.  Scott he feels responsible for what happened to
you.  He didn't get the short end of the stick, and his suffering wasn't
worse than yours, but he probably wishes it had been.  He saw how much more
they hurt you.  He got narcotics and relaxants while they made you feel
every punch and kick.  I'd bet he wishes they'd hurt him more and you less.
If anything he thinks they pampered him and then forced him to watch what
his easy treatment was costing you.  Think about it.  They made him feel
like shit.  They made him feel good at your expense.  It's got to be eating
him alive."

Scott finally got it, "Well kid, I guess you can add yet another skill to
your list.  You're a fucking psychology wiz along with everything else.  Do
you know how smart you are?"

James blushed crimson, "It has nothing to do with intelligence.  Scott, all
I had to do was substitute David and me for you and Jack.  It would kill me
to see someone hurting David.  Then to think it was my fault.  And on top
of all that, to have them drug me so that I felt hot, horny and euphoric
while it was happening.  I'd wind up thinking I could never look David in
the eye again.  It's actually pretty simple.  In that situation I'd much
rather be the one getting hurt.  Any two people who loved each other would
feel that way."

Scott lowered his head, "Christ, I am stupid.... And insensitive.  Why
didn't I see it?  Jack did get the rotten end of the deal.  It's easy for
me to feel good because I survived all that miserable shit, and Jack wasn't
badly hurt.  I'm ashamed to say that while I was in the hospital I felt
like Jack's hero for surviving and shielding him.  It turns out I'm even
more responsible for his pain.  You know how this all started?  It was my
fault that rotten prick, Fat Sam, came after us.  He was pissed off because
I messed with his slave business.  Sam swore he'd get even.  If it hadn't
been for me Jack would never have been kidnapped in the first place.  They
grabbed him because they knew he mattered to me."

James answered, "I only know bits and pieces.  David told the story once,
in a lecture to junior controllers; about a rescue mission you put together
to save some young guys being held against their will by that man, Fat Sam.
He told them how heroic you guys were.  He said controllers should aspire
to the same qualities as that group.... your group.  He said you showed
unusual bravery against the odds and that your only incentive was helping
those kidnapped young men and their families."

Scott wondered, "I don't suppose he mentioned that he had to bail out our
asses."

James was not surprised, "David wouldn't do that.  It's not his style."

Scott felt much better, "Well James, you've help immensely.  I know what I
have to do.  I'm going to board my dogs for a few more days, pack my bags
again, and head for a certain clinic in the Alps.  Jack doesn't realize it
yet, but he's coming home with me... even if I have to hog tie him and
carry him here kicking and screaming."

James grinned, "I'm so happy I could help."

Scott had some things to say, "Look James, I probably should keep my mouth
shut.  I know that's what David would say, but kid, I think you're the best
thing that could possibly happen for him.  You could make my brother a very
happy man.  James, I've seen the way he looks at you; how he watches you
and how much you excite him.  I've never seen him like that before.  So
kid, my advice to you is; don't take no for an answer.  My big brother will
do whatever he thinks is best for YOU.  If he gets it into his head that
you'd be better off without him, or that he might block your progress, or
in any way impede your ambitions, he'll remove himself from the picture AND
he'll say whatever he must to convince you to go away.  If you really love
him you're going to have to stand your ground.  Control One is the original
Alpha male, but he doesn't always know what's in his own personal best
interests.  He'll opt for your future every time."

James felt the lump rising in his throat, "And you really think he's
capable of loving me; that I could be... enough... sufficient for him... to
meet his needs?"

Scott got serious, "Awww c'mon boy.  The two of you are a perfect fit.  He
likes looking out for you and you seem to enjoy taking care of him.  God
knows he needs someone to think about him for a change.  On top of all that
you seem perfectly matched in intellect, physical strength, agility, and
temperament.  You couldn't have been better matched by all of IBM's
computers.  And now I need to say thanks for the advice..."

As Scott took hold of the covers and began to get up James smiled broadly
and put his hand on top of Scott's, "Where the fuck do you think you're
going... uh `sailor-boy' is it?"

Scott furrowed his brow, "What do..."

Before he could say more James moved out from under the covers and
straddled Scott's legs.  He looked down into Scott's eyes, "I seem to
remember your boss giving us a couple orders.  If I don't do what my master
commands he'll whip my ass till I can't sit down.  Now can't you think of a
more productive way to use this solid, well trained ass?" and James took
Scott's right hand and brought it down firmly on his left glute.

Scott was shocked, "Look you don't have to do this.  I won't say a word.
It's not necessary.  You've done so much for me and I'm very grateful, but
James you love my brother..."

James put his finger to Scott's lips, "It's because I love your brother
that I WANT to do this.  Hell, if I hadn't seen David first, and you didn't
have Jack.... well, you never know.  Now I'd just as soon you stopped
talking.  Your stiff prick is rubbing up against my balls and it's driving
me crazy.  We can talk more.....after.... if you have any strength
left..."

Scott took Jame's finger away from his mouth, "I see you and David have
something else in common; you both suffer from delusions of grandeur.  Kid,
let's see if your ass can deliver what you lips promise."

In one swift move Scott slid his legs from under James, brought them
around, came up on his knees, leaned forward, and pushed till he was
looking down at James lying on his back.  Scott brought his lips down
slowly.  The first kiss was soft and hot.  They kept their mouths closed
and moved around a bit.  Scott pulled away for a moment and came back for
the full monty.  He was hungry; it seemed like he hadn't eaten in eleven
months; like he was starving; and James mouth was just the sustenance he
was looking for.  Scott was ravenous; he used his tongue to plumb the
depths of James' mouth, his throat; as if he were searching for his soul.
Suddenly James caught the hunger and they were trading spit and lips and
tongues and the very oxygen they needed to survive.  And the kiss went on.
James straightened his legs and kicked the sheets from between them.  And
the kiss got more urgent, more passionate.  Both men began to perspire and
their cocks slipped and slid along side each other.  James reached up and
took hold of Scott's brown hair with both hands; he wanted to pull him
closer, deeper.  And the kiss became more fierce.  Scott brought his hands
up to pet James' platinum curls, but found himself holding the young man's
head for leverage, to keep from flying away.  James felt dizzy and heavy
like he was sinking into soft warm mud.  Scott felt wild and light as a
feather.  And the one crushed the other's face to his own and their
breathing became long gasps peppered with soft moans.  Their lips were
locked, glued together; their mouths always moving but never separating.

Scott felt his need rising... James felt his balls vibrating... boiling...
and the kiss maintained a kind of wild inertia.  Neither man felt able to
stop... to end it... To break this kiss would be sacrilege, a sin against
god and man, so it went on.  The breath they passed back and forth got
hotter and hotter... There was danger they could burn their
tongues... that their mouths could ignite... that both men could burst
into flame... And the danger grew with every second... but the kiss went
on... They were having trouble breathing... their bodies began to slip and
slide more as the sweat between them lubricated their hot skin... so much
sweat... it leaked out of Scott's pits and drained down his arms... it
soaked James' head and dripped off his balls... their turgid pricks
continued to beat and pulse and swell... and the kiss went on... they
moaned; they growled; they made noises neither man recognized...

James arched his back; the groan rose from the pit of his stomach and
echoed inside Scott's mouth; and his cock began to jettison a long thick
rope of white creamy jizz between their sopping chests.  Scott's cock,
along side James', felt the boy's spasms, signaled Scott's spinal cord, and
followed suit with several volleys of translucent milky ballbutter.  And
still the kiss continued... five, ten, twenty seconds later, when their
minds came out of the heavens the two men gently slowly relaxed and the
kiss gradually became two smiles.

A moment later Scott rolled onto his side next to James.  They were
drenched and out of breath.  Scott reached over and began to finger paint
James' chest with the two huge loads of cum that covered it. "Well kid that
was a hell of a kiss."

James smiled, "How long did you say it's been since you had sex?"

Scott absentmindedly took a finger full of the spooge and brought it to his
lips.  After he'd sucked it clean he said, "Too long James, waaaaaay too
long."

James rolled onto his elbow, "So who's supposed to fuck whom?"

Scott furrowed his brow, "I guess I figured that since you were a candidate
you'd be a bottom."

James answered, "All candidates are bottoms; that's part of the deal.
Shit, David was a candidate, do you think of him as a bottom?"

Scott grinned, "My brother David, Control One, a bottom..." and both men
began to laugh.  Their laughter grew until they were both crying and
holding their sides.  They couldn't stop.

Scott tried to keep a straight face, "No really, I suppose David could be a
bot..." and he started to convulse again."

James stopped laughing first, "Christ, if I get David to keep me around
I'll be taking it up the ass for the rest of my life."

Scott looked him in the eye, "You don't know kid.  It must be difficult for
David to have to be the alpha dog of the alpha dogs twenty-four-seven.  You
never know.  Besides you're assuming that you're going to have some kind of
exclusive relationship.  I don't think David will ever stop mastering.  You
realize better than anyone; he's the best.  Any candidate lucky enough to
have him as their controller is going to get a hell of a training."

James shook his head, "You're right.  Besides I think I'd like to be a
control master someday.  Do you think a relationship like that could work?"

Scott thought for a minute, "James I don't know anyone in the Organization
who has a `normal' relationship.  There are lots of pairings, but some guys
are only together for a month here and there.  As much as I love Jack, the
way I see it we'd be lucky to spend one week a month in the same bed.  I
still think we could be a hell of a couple; just as committed as any
married couple and probably a lot more happy.  I'll tell you this; every
man in the Organization, even the ones in their seventies and eighties, and
there are a few eighty-something's still working full time, every one has a
very active sex life.  You can take that to the bank.  This company keeps
tabs on its own; they make sure we all stay healthy and you know how
important they think sex is to health.  I've been getting grief from every
controller above me for months.  They all keep telling me to get back in
the saddle OR to get some sex therapy.  You heard what my brother told me
in the car... fuck, he ordered me."

James looked into Scott's eyes, "And we'd better follow C's orders.
Besides he will debrief me in a day or two and everything; all of this will
come spilling out.  That's the biggest problem with candidacy; we rat
ourselves out.  I don't have to worry about my behavior; that someone might
see me doing something wrong, disobeying an order, being disrespectful,
jerking off, having a wet dream, goofing around in the gym, spitting on the
goddamned sidewalk; nope I don't have to worry about someone else because
every three or four days David puts me under and I tell him everything,
every single move I've made.  I even go to great lengths to point out my
infractions; it's part of the process.  And Scott, after my next
debriefing, when I tell David about all of this, I'll be lucky if he
doesn't beat my ass clean off my body.  He is going to be soooo pissed.  I
think I've broken just about every rule that exists.  But, what can you do?
Now let's shut up and fuck."

This time Scott took the lead.  He flipped over and dove for James' mouth.
He parted the younger man's lips with his tongue and fucked his throat.
Scott felt hot and ready.  James had managed to hit all the right buttons
and Scott was raring to go.  For his part James was more than happy to
oblige.  The kiss didn't last too long; Scott wanted more; he wanted to
light a fire under James' balls; give the kid a hell of a fuck; so he went
for Jame's nipples.  While he pinched and twisted one he licked and nipped
at the other.  James felt his own passion growing and arched his back to
push his tit further into Scott's face.  Scott alternated back and forth,
from right nipple to left, pinching and biting till James was making all
the noises Scott was waiting to hear.  He stuck his tongue all the way out
and began to paint James' belly with wet slimy spit; he got the boy's
stomach saturated with slick ooze and used it to lube his hands as he slid
them around James' midsection grabbing handfuls of the boy's flesh and
sinew and squeezing.  A minute later Scott was soaking James' beautiful
blond bush.  He firmly pressed his mouth into the boy's groin, sucking and
then blowing his hot, hot breath against James' sensitive skin.  Scott
backed off a few inches and went for the kid's balls.  Using his fingers
Scott stuffed both balls and most of the scrotum into his mouth; then he
tongued them up and down back and forth.  He let one nut pop out from
between his lips while he carefully used his teeth to tease and threaten
the other.  Scott stuck his tongue out and traced James' midline up the
back of his sack onto his perineum and then Scott was probing James'
asshole.  He could barely reach it so he savagely grabbed the backs of
James' knees and flipped the kid up almost onto his shoulders.  And there
it was; that rosy ring of fire, smooth and hairless.  He didn't wait for
requests or instructions he plunged his tongue past the gate and James let
out and noisy Yelp! of surprise... and then a loooooong low groan of sheer
pleasure as Scott rimmed James into Kingdom Cum.

Five sensual, sexual, gradual minutes later James' southern gate was nice
and sloppy wet; his dick was threatening to explode, and his face was on
fire.  Scott dropped the young man's legs.  He looked James in the eye
dropped his head ten degrees and swung it side to side.  James got the
message and shot his legs apart.  Scott climbed between them and grabbed
James' knees like the handles of a wheel barrow.  He smiled down at the
gorgeous blond god and just as he was ready to rut, the light struck his
wounded prick and Scott felt a sudden wave of panic... James read it in
his eyes... it was obvious he was having some kind of episode, perhaps a
flashback.

James had to think fast.  What should he do?  End the tryst and offer
comfort?  Push ahead and hope for the best?  James did his best to analyze
his observations; a miscalculation would wound Scott further.  James
applied everything C had taught him.  Suddenly it seemed clear.

James pulled his legs out of Scott's grip and sat up.  He took the dazed
controller by the shoulders and softly laid him down.  When Scott was
settled on his back James moved close by his side; he looked down into
Scott's eyes and slowly brought his mouth down till the two were gently
kissing.  As James massaged Scott's lips with his own he used his palm to
graze the hair on Scott's chest.  James never penetrated the controller's
mouth instead he applied dozens of soft kisses to his face while he
continued to pet his body.  This went on for several minutes till Scott
seemed "back" inside his skin; till he returned James' gaze and smiled.  As
soon as James saw "life" he picked up his movements.  He continued gentle
as a pup all over Scott's warm fuzzy body, till the supine man began to
gently moan.  When James saw Scott's dick bouncing on his belly he felt
terribly relieved.  This just might work.  James straddled Scott's torso
careful not to place his full weight on the guy's chest.  He did however,
make sure to tickle Scott's stomach with his ball sack, and he made a point
of moving his warm dangling balls all over and around the area.  James slid
both his hands up and down the sides of Scott's chest, then brought them up
to pet and caress his pecs.  As he shifted to lightly massage Scott's
shoulders James leaned in for another warm kiss.  This time he moved his
tongue back and forth over the controller's lips, then gradually between
them.  As they continued to kiss James rubbed the underside of Scott's
arms; then moved his hands up till they were touching, petting, and
fingering the brown curls that swirled around in Scott's armpits.

From time to time James lowered his ass to caress Scott's pulsing rod with
his ball sack James felt the moisture accumulating on the controller's
prick head and dripping into his bellybutton.  After moving his tongue side
to side along Scott's gums and teeth James met him chin to chin and pushing
down a bit he further opened the man's mouth.  It was time to lick and
search the controller's hot wet oral cavity.  Scott began to groan from the
pit of his stomach and rock side to side, so James braced himself on his
hands and laid his body down on top of Scott's.  Their dicks were sliding
next to each other again.

James knew the situation called for more than simple frottage.  Scott
needed an experience.  James knew what he was going to do.  It was a
calculated risk BUT this was David's brother, and a pretty terrific guy to
boot.  James gently ended the kiss, caressed Scott's lips with his own back
and forth, back and forth then he slid down and knelt between Scott's legs.
James reached over and grabbed a pillow.  He lifted Scott's legs and put
them on his shoulders; he leaned forward elevating Scott enough to push the
pillow under his ass. James spit into his palm and applied it to his stiff
prick.  He drew more saliva into his mouth and carefully let it drip down
directly onto his slimy prong.  He drooled into his hand, turned it ninety
degrees and wiped it liberally up and down Scott's crack.  James took his
time toying with the hole, touching it, teasing it, tickling it.  He
fingered the brown curls that surrounded it.  He traced over it side to
side, up and down, then round and round.  Scott's rosy ring pulsed and
winked.  The intense excitement was having an effect.  At the "other end"
Scott was moaning from his guts and feeling an intense need to come.

James gingerly pushed his index finger past the opening.  It offered little
resistance.  Two fingers was a tougher sell.  James had to finesse the
entrance with patience.  Eventually it surrendered and Scott whispered,
"James, I've never been more ready.  If you keep playing with me I'm going
to cum.  I'd rather shoot with you inside me."

James brought his torso down till he was pressing on Scott.  He positioned
his prick so that the mighty Cyclops was staring into a dark damp cave.
James began to gently push as he licked and sucked around Scott's neck.
Ten seconds later James' knob popped effortless through the rubbery ring,
and the fuck was underway.  Scott arched his back.  James responded by
lifting his stomach off Scott's overheated cock... it was too early to cum.
James pulled his dick head out of Scott's hole and pushed it back in, then
out; in and out, in and out, in and out; till Scott's muscular gate was
literally kissing James' glans; till there was no real point of breach,
only a pushing and stretching, more like deep kissing than penetration.
Next James slid his prick all the way home in one long sweet move.  Scott
felt his core fill with James' flesh. It was as though the young man's cock
belonged there, had been missing, and was back home.  When James pulled
back Scott found himself feeling empty; he reached up, put his hands on
James' sides and forcefully pulled him back, pulled his cock back inside.
A rhythm developed, James withdrew and Scott tugged him back in, out and
in, give and take, back and forth.  And the passion grew along with the
need.  Scott felt warm and comfortable with James' dick rammed up his ass.
It felt sooooo intensely good, and any time bad thoughts or evil memories
tried to interfere Scott looked up into James' perfect face and saw him
looking down with the kindest, warmest eyes Scott had ever seen; there was
nothing but good in those eyes.

And for the first time in a long time Scott felt safe, comfortable and
protected.  This young Adonis above him, over him, sheltering him... and
the heat in Scott's balls burst into flame.  On the next in-stroke Scott
reached around James' back and pulled him down onto his chest; he lifted
his head and as Scott gave his grateful lips to his platinum rescuer his
dick fired a one gun salute; he came and he came and he came and he came.
James pressed his mouth to Scott's and, holding his body in place, he let
his cock shoot wildly into Scott's gut again and again and again and again.

One minute they were gulping for air; sweaty, and hot, and happy and the
next James felt Scott's body begin to heave.  He lifted himself and
realized the controller was sobbing.

James started to withdraw his spent prick, but Scott grabbed his waist and
said, "No, please stay inside me.  It feels good." and he lost it again and
wept.

"Scott, please tell me what's wrong.  You're scaring me.  Are you all
right?"

It took him a few seconds to answer, "No, not really... but I need to tell
you how much that meant.  You are a hell of a guy James.  I don't know how
the hell you did that... put me at ease... calmed me down... Christ, you
fucked me and I loved it... It actually made me feel better..."

James eased his body down onto Scotts and turned his head so it rested on
Scott's shoulder. "Then why are you crying?"

Scott tried to smile, "Oh James, I don't know exactly.  I'm scared,
worried, grateful, happy... before Mexico I hadn't bottomed since
candidacy.  I've always been an alpha guy; it's one of my greatest
weaknesses.  My time as a pussyboy really went against the grain; my
resistance to transition came from that stubborn need to dominate..."

James had to interject, "You think I enjoy getting fucked by ever cock that
swings through the door?  If someone had told me two years ago I'd be
taking it in the ass on a daily basis, I'd have put them into the hospital.
But Scott, I realize now, that's what makes it such a terrific gift.  When
I give myself to David, I'm presenting his something I do not like offering
to ANYONE... but, I love giving it to David.  It's not a sacrifice with
him; it's a great pleasure.  In any other "free will" situation I'd be the
one pitching."

Scott smiled, "Yes, I'm a witness."

And they both laughed.

"But Scott, I'd give it to you... if you want... my gift to you... maybe
as your brother in law."

Scott stopped laughing, "God James, that's what's got me so damned scared.
Since Mexico... the torture... the rapes... I don't think I..."

James reached up and put his fingers over Scott's mouth, "Don't say it
Scott.  You don't realize it but you're giving yourself a conscious
suggestion.  The more you say what you're thinking the more it will become
a self fulfilling prophecy."

Scott turned his head away, "You saw what happened.  I choked.  I..."

Again James stopped him, "Scott, I can fix all that.  I can fix it in a few
minutes if you'll let me help.  David has taught me control over my body
and dominion over my life.  You're so close to him I'm not sure you realize
who his is; what he can do. Scott, he's a wizard, he's Merlin in an Armani
suit; and he's my teacher.  I'll never be half the man David is, but I'd
like to spend the rest of my life trying."

 "James, you're too hard on yourself.  I've seen what you can do, and it's
fucking amazing.  You really think you can help me?"

James placed his hand on Scott's neck and felt around; he put each finger
on a different point and applied varying amount of pressure.

Scott said, "Is there any..."

James snapped, "SLEEP!"  And Scott was gone... under... in full trance.

James pushed himself up; withdrew his still firm dick from Scott's tight
warm asshole; and settled next to the "tranced" subject.

"Scott, I know you can hear me.  I want you to imagine you're on an
elevator....."  Five minutes later Scott was at depth.  James regressed
him five years, ten years, fifteen years; back, before Mexico, before his
candidacy, back to his happy, secure, carefree, self-assured twenties.
Scott was strong, tall, lean, hungry and feeling no pain.

So James set the scene.  Scott was in his favorite dance club.  He'd just
been cruised by a younger, 6'2", platinum blond, with a tight body.
Problem was the kid was arrogant and quite conceited; he was definitely
jockeying for top dog.  Scott decided to change all that; take the kid home
and teach him the joys of cock riding.  Scott had the edge, the kid was
overeager and green as grass; chances were the younger man hadn't ever
tried bottoming.  Now they were naked in Scott's bed.  James snapped his
fingers.  Scott sat bolt upright, blinked a couple times and looked at him.

"So what's your name BOY?"

James smiled, "Umm my names Jimmy."

"Well Jimmy, why don't you come and suck on my dick."

James' eyes sparkled, "Mister, I don't suck, I get sucked."

Scott put his arm around James' neck and yanked his head down into his
groin.  James offered a couple seconds resistance and then went to work.
He deep throated Scott's scarred prick.  It was hot and full and every bit
as hard as it had ever been.  And Scott felt soooooooo GOO OOD!  James
whined a bit for effect.  He made some effort to pull his head away, but
Scott took hold of his platinum curls and firmly held him there.  James
sucked and slurped and really, really Hoovered that swollen prong.

"Oh yes Jimmy, you're doing reeeeel good.  That's it boy, suck it all the
way down... way into your throat... Oh yeah, now swallow and swallow on my
deck head so it feels like I'm fucking your throat... Jimmy, I'm gonna
teach you to love sucking dick... turn you into my own little cocksucking
whore... make you hungry for the taste of pricks and balls and cum.  Shit
boy, twenty minutes from now you're gonna be begging to nurse on my cock
all over again."

With his other hand Scott reached down and roughly jerked James' bouncing
tool.  The boy whined some more, but converted the plaintive noise into one
of growing pleasure; his breath whooshing in and out of his nose.  Scott
pulled the boy's head away and then returned it... away and returned
it... away... till James whined for him to put it back.  Scott finally
relaxed his grip and the kid held fast using his own hands to grab Scott's
hairy thighs for leverage.  Finally Scott slid down so he could join in the
activity and suck James' throbbing cock.  They slurped and sucked for
several minutes.  James got creative and tickled Scott's balls while he
tongued his dick.

Scott lifted James' leg and tossed it over his own shoulder.  While he
continued to mouth the boy's thick prick he began to rub around the
muscular pucker.  James purred and moaned without any thought.  It really
felt good.  Scott released Jame's cock and worked his tongue under the
kid's balls.  He tongued James' lateral line all the way down to his smooth
pink asshole and then he went wild, rimming that pucker and poking it with
his finger.  When James' tried the same thing Scott reached down, grabbed
James' hair and put him back to work on his cock and balls.  He wanted
"Jimmy" to know that his ass was off limits.  James was more than a little
pleased, and naturally obliged...

However, Jimmy didn't like it, groaned... then raised his head. "...um,
Mister, ain't no way you're gonna fuck my ass.  Play all ya want, but..."

Scott shot back, "Shut the fuck up and get on my balls or I'll put you over
my knee and spank you like the snotty punk you are."  James smiled, Jimmy
grumbled, but they both obliged.  James, the consummate professional, knew
exactly where to lick, push, tweak, and tickle.  It wasn't long till
thoughts of fucking the kid senseless filled Scott's mind.  He pulled his
balls out of James' mouth, forcefully turned the younger man around, and
threw his legs over his shoulders.

Jimmy was quick to take offense, "No way man... keep your fuckin' prick
away from my asshole."

Scott smiled a very knowing smile, "Jimmy, I'm not going to fuck you unless
you beg me. You're gonna have to beg me like the whore you are... and boy,
we both know you're just a horny slut."

Jimmy answered, "Mister, you should jerk off `cause ain't no way you're
screwing me, ain't no way I'd beg you for shit."

Scott went to work.  He pulled James' butt higher and higher till he could
have total access to the boy's hole... And he began to lick and suck and
graze it.  After a minute the boy was moaning.  Scott tongue fucked the
pucker, then quickly replaced his tongue with his finger.  He pushed and
prodded till he found Jimmy's prostate.  He knew just what to do.
Meanwhile both James and Jimmy were having the time of their lives.  James
was especially savoring the fruits of his efforts, watching Scott reclaim
his natural masculinity.

Scott replaced one finger with two and madly worked the kid's prostate.
Jimmy didn't complain; he groaned and began to writhe.  Scott reached
around with his other hand and fingered James' cock and balls.  It was
pushing the boy's limits.

After several minutes of intense activity Jimmy was half out of his mind
with lust and desire.  He was arching his back, writhing and bouncing all
over the bed.  Finally, when he couldn't take another second, Jimmy spoke,
"Umm... OK mister... I guess you can put your dick in me if you really want
to."

Scott increased his efforts, "No way kid.  I've decided NOT to fuck you.  I
don't feel like it any more."  He let go of Jimmy's dick, and focused all
his efforts on his turgid, pulsing cum gland.

James thrust his hips up as far as they could go, relaxed for a second;
then repeated the action, faster and faster, up and down, up and down, up
and down, insanely fucking the air, but he got no relief.  The need in his
belly and balls grew and grew and grew, "Come on mister... you win... I'm
ready... it's OK... honest... You can fuck me."

Scott added another finger and squeezed harder.  James' cock was drooling
like a leaky faucet.  The prejizz ran down his belly and between his pecs.
When he arched his back the crystal goo dripped from the tip of his prick
directly onto his lips and chin.

Jimmy was getting desperate, "C'mon mister... I said it... You win... I want
you to fuck me... Fuck me now!  Don't be an asshole.  FUCK ME!"

Scott looked up, "Beg me... nicely... politely... convince me of your
sincerity... BEG ME BOY, BEG ME!... like the whore you are... like a big
pussy!"

Jimmy surrendered, "Aw mister please fuck me... please, pleeeeeze...
PLEEEEEEEZE FUCK ME...Mister... Sir...."

Scott grinned, "MORE!..... ask me sweetly, like a hot, horny, slut."

Jimmy batted his eyes, "Mister, I would appreciate it a lot if you could
please fuck my ass.  I am greatly sorry if I was a snotty prick before.
I'm a whore, mister... a horny slut... WHATEVER YOU SAY!!  I'M BEGGING YOU
MISTER!  Please, please, please, please, please fuck me with your big
cock....SIR"

Scott pulled his fingers out of the boy's ass, "That's better.  Now boy,
I'm gonna fuck you like the punk you are."  He lowered Jimmy's hips and
without any finesse at all he plowed the entire length of his dick straight
in.  Scott's balls slapped Jimmy's ass and both men moaned.  They were both
breathing hard; they were drenched, bathed in sweat.  Hot salty
perspiration was dripping, trickling, and pooling everywhere.  The room
filled with the heady smell of men and come and wild animal sex.

Scott began to pile drive James' ass.  The younger man closed his eyes and
swung his head back and forth.  The fuck was transporting them both deeper
and deeper into the dark humid regions of the jungle.  The rhythm increased
till Scott was pounding Jimmy FULL FORCE; the sound of his sweaty balls
slapping the boy's wet slippery ass echoed in the room once, then twice,
then three times a second.

Scott said, "Boy, kiss me... Rise up and give me your lips."

Without thinking Jimmy said, "I don't kiss dudes."

Scott barked, "WRONG ANSWER!" and stopped dead.  "You've got two seconds to
kiss me and thank me for the best fuck you've ever had, or I'm going to get
off the bed and toss your ass out of here."

Inside James was yelling, "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

Jimmy simply threw his arms around Scott's neck and offered the soggy
chested conqueror his thick, moist lips.  James opened his mouth wide to
give Scott full access and total dominion over the kiss and anything else
he might demand or desire.  Scott staked his claim with his tongue and
reamed Jimmy's face.  As Scott dominated every inch of the boy's body he
slammed his prick home again and again and again.

Scott held his position as he shot his load deep inside of James, who
returned the action volley for volley, glob for glob, streamer for
streamer, and pearl for pearl.

When both their pricks were spent and Scott seemed ready to relax James
took his hand; carefully placed his fingers along the controller's neck;
and applied some pressure.  Scott softly crumbled onto James' chest and
James spoke. "Scott, when I let go you're going to come back to this place
and this time.  You will remember everything; every word, every move, every
feeling. You're going to recall how hard your cock was; and it was hard as
cement, as full and thick and firm as it EVER was, as full and thick and
firm as it every was... hard as stone Scott, it was hard as stone.  You'll
remember it all and realize that nothing's changed; nothing's changed;
nothings changed.  You're the strong, virile man you've always been; the
strong virile man you've always been; the strong virile man; strong man;
strong man; strong man.  REMEMBER!"  And James took his fingers away.

Scott's eyes fluttered, then opened, "Jesus Christ, that was fucking wild."
He pushed himself up with his arms; gently got off of James, rolled onto
his side; and propped himself up on his elbow.

"James... or should I call you Jimmy?  What can I say?  I wish there was
some cool way to show you how grateful I am."

James pointed to Scott's prick.  It was still solid granite, "That my
friend, is all the thanks I need."

Scott thought of something, "It's not exactly a `thank you,' but James; I'm
going to be rooting for you and my brother.  I will do everything I can to
encourage him to follow his heart.  I want you to be together; to make each
other happy."

James said, "I appreciate that... I do have question..."

Scott answered, "Ask, what is it you want to know?"

James had noticed something, "I was just wondering... You're a senior
control and you don't have the scar... the Organization icon on your arm..."

Scott laughed, "Oh that.  First, don't ever let them hear you refer to it
as a scar or a brand... they're very sensitive.  It's the Organization
icon."

James chimed in "Oh sorry, I know the drill.  It's the icon, burned into
you, till it's an indelible part of your body, your heart, and your soul.
It is permanent, and can never be removed."

Scott continued, "That's right, but you're used to seeing my brother and
his Control buddies.  They all had the icon seared onto their left biceps...
very ostentatious.  It's fine for the guys who spend all their time around
Organization men, but for the rest of us, it would be a pain in the ass
every time we used a public gym, went into a locker room, or onto a beach.
Everybody would want to see it, touch it, and know what it means.  So I had
mine placed on the inside of my left thigh.  That way only the guys I want
to impress get to see it. Here look for yourself." Scott bent back his left
leg, grabbed his ankle, and exposed the inside surface of his thigh.

James bent over for a closer inspection.  He had to move Scott's balls out
of the way to get a good look, which caused the controller's dick to jump
and stiffen a bit more.  And there it was; a three inch triangle with the
symbols for man and infinity in the center.  James saw how intricate the
design really was.  Each point of the triangle was an individual V-shaped
burn that abutted the others; the symbol for man had three separate pieces;
and infinity was actually two loops joined together.

James sat back and finished the company creed, "... and even though you
smell your flesh burning all you feel is pride... because there is no pain
once you know control... So Scott who did yours?"

Scott remembered like it was yesterday, "Pax applied my icon, freehand,
with a set of small irons.  It took almost an hour and was probably the
happiest day of my life."

James was impressed beyond words.  It was very unusual for the head of the
Organization to affix the icon.  It was an enormous honor given to only a
handful of super achieving senior controllers, and meant that Scott had
distinguished himself above and beyond the call of duty.

James had a thought in mind, "Scott there is something."

Scott was eager, "Name it.  Whatever it is, it's yours."

James said, "I want you to show me what you're going to do the next time
you and Jack are alone together.... Act it out with
me... here... now... your love... how much you've missed him... that you
cannot; will not live without him.  That's what I want."

Scott was a little dazed, "You want me to pretend you're Jack and have sex
again?"

James explained, "Not just sex Scott; I want you to make love to me as
yourself, the person you are now... healed.  And I want you to imagine I'm
Jack."

Scott's respect for James kept growing.  The kid had been operating at full
throttle all morning, always at his master's beck and call.  He'd given a
flawless performance of gymnastic agility and super sexual control; after
which he'd acted out his crawling seduction ritual, and since they'd come
into the bedroom he'd done the lion's share of physical exertion.  James
should have been exhausted and sexually spent.  Instead he wanted to do
more; to help Scott further; to insure his sexual healing.

Scott did a little reconnoiter; he'd come twice in the limo and twice in
the bedroom.  (Thank you James times four.)  He wondered if he'd be able to
cum a fifth time in less than four hours.  He decided: what the fuck, it
was worth a shot.

Scott said, "After everything we've shared today I'll do whatever you ask."

James smiled, "Now that you're back to your old self, I want you to fuck me
with wild abandon.  Show me how it will be when you're back with Jack...
passionate Scott... hungry... full of feeling... and need."

Scott replied, "But James, what's in it for you?"

James got very serious, "While you're making love to Jack through me I'll
be making love to David through you.  I'll be your Jack; you'll be my
David."

Scott nodded, "Man O man, that's a tall order, but I'll sure as shit try.
I'll try my best."

James lowered his eyes and whispered, "But Scott, don't talk, show me all
of it with your body.  Tell me with your cock, your cock, your cock.  Show
me with your cock."

And that's exactly what he did.  It took the better part of an hour.  The
love, the sex, the passion were intense.  The fervor smoldered and ignited;
the heat threatened to roast them both alive... and it grew and
grew... till they felt the flames lapping at their balls.

Their bodies slid one across the other; their flesh pressed; their muscles
flexed; and their skin touched and rubbed and generated a sexual static
electrical charge that drove them on.

They necked and sucked and kissed; then they fucked like animals, wild
rutting beasts.  They stopped and climbed into the shower.  While the hot
water battered their bodies Scott pushed James up against the wall and
penetrated him with so much force that he almost drove them both through
the ceramic wall.  As much as Scott battered James' hot ass, James
assaulted Scott by grabbing fistfuls of his fleshy sinew and holding on.

They didn't bother toweling dry as they left the shower stall; their
excitement was too heated, too intense.  They found themselves at the
window; James sitting on the sill, holding onto Scott's thick muscular neck
for dear life, while the controller fucked him hard against the
glass. Pounding.  Pounding.  Pounding.  Pounding.

On top of the coffee table James' ass kept sliding north then south to meet
the slam-bang of Scott's hard cock reaming, pile-driving his pulsing hole.
James bit Scott's lip drawing blood and a cry of joy-pain-pleasure.  Their
mouths locked in a sealed kiss and Scott's exhaled breath became James'
inhaled air.  And they never missed a beat; cock thrusts, balls slap ass;
cock withdraws; prostate quivers; cock thrusts, balls slap ass; cock
withdraws; prostate quivers; cock thrusts, balls slap ass; cock withdraws;
prostate quivers...

James felt his head slamming into the wall inside the closet, his legs
wrapped around Scott's beefy, sweaty, hairy hips, while Scott drove his
prick home, over, and over, and over, and over; their eyes locked, frozen
in a stare.  Neither man had any idea how they got there.  By now they were
one giant powerful fucking machine; so they fucked and they fucked and they
fucked and they fucked.

A moment later they were rolling on the carpet; every revolution
push-pulled Scott's cock into-out-of the younger man's hole, into-out-of,
into-out-of, into-out-of.  They roared and snorted and growled, and rolled
and rolled and rolled.  When Scott was on top he threw back his head and
howled; when James was on top he threw back his head and howled; when Scott
was on top he threw back his head and howled; when James was on top he
threw back his head and howled.....

James standing, Scott standing; they fucked.  Scott sitting, James
straddling; they fucked.  James in front, Scott behind; they fucked.  James
bending, Scott crouching; they fucked.  James on top, James on the bottom;
they fucked.  Scott bucking and vaulting, James biting and sucking; they
fucked.

Then they were on the bed; under the covers, face to face, front to back,
groin to groin, crotch to butt, around and around and around; they fucked
and fucked and fucked.

Each licked and sucked and kissed every inch of the other's face and chest
and neck; they fucked and fucked and fucked.

James came once, twice, three more times between the bed and the closet and
the roll on the floor.

At first Scott had been concerned about how often he'd come, squirted,
ejaculated, shot his load.  It proved foolish.  He came once in the shower,
again in the closet and finally as the insane coupling, the wild ride, the
hurricane/ tornado/ tsunami/ tidal wave/ volcano/ earthquake moved toward
calmer ardor they blew one more batch of ball sauce at the same time, in
perfect harmony, exactly together in the very last moment; as they melted
into one soft gentle angel's kiss.

The two shared more in those few hours together than many valiant lovers
share in a lifetime.  They traded their most intimate secrets and exposed
their gravest doubts and fears.  And as odd as it may seem, although they
didn't become lifetime lovers, it was as if they had.  They were
inextricably joined for life by a bond as strong as any ever was between
two people.

Scott spoke first, "So were you able to close your eyes and imagine I was
David?"

James looked into the distance, "Scott, when we came into this room and
I... woke up; well, I was myself, here with you, and it was pretty great,
but before today... It was always David.  Even before he let me remember
his face or his voice; it was his smell, his skin, his cock.  The day after
I was inducted, David did my first debriefing and I felt a huge pull.  I
was incredibly drawn to him.  By the time I was assigned to David, to be
his boy, I knew that I was bonded to him; that I loved him.  So, how'd you
do?  Were you able to see me as Jack?"

Scott smiled, "Maybe a little, but I kept coming back to this room and you.
You're one hot kid; you nearly drove me out of my mind.  At least I'm ready
for Jack now.  I know what I'm going to say, and I won't take no for an
answer.  I think we'll be OK.  Do me a favor and don't tell my brother how
little faith I had in our methods... it was my depression talking not me."

James turned toward the controller, "Scott, I have to tell your brother
everything.  There's no way around it.  In a day or two, at my regular
debriefing, he'll ask me for a self-report and I'll tell him every tiny
detail my mind deems important.  I couldn't block it if I tried... but don't
worry, David will understand... your part.  I'm in for a hell of a
dressing down and punishment.  I don't think anyone's ever screwed up this
bad.  I've broken lots of rules and every one is a major infraction."

Scott reached over and rubbed James' chest, "I promise to talk with my
brother.  Did you see the way he handled Roberto; how genial he was; how
forgiving.  James he has a lot more feeling for you than Roberto.  I think
he'll understand."

James shook his head, "It would be different if I were a controller, but
Scott I know the rule book backwards and forwards; my violations are pretty
serious.  David's going to have to make an example of me.  Otherwise it
will look like he's showing favoritism.  I'm in for the mother of all
sanctions.  He might even throw my ass out.  It's my own fault.  It's all
my fault."

Scott was getting annoyed, "Why is it you have such empathy for everyone
but yourself?  Listen up.  You leave it to me.  If anyone can handle this
problem I can.  Kid, you forget David's my big brother.  I know how to
prevail on all his weaknesses.  Besides, if he gives me too much shit, I'll
call our mom and tell on his ass.  I want you to shut the fuck up and have
some faith.  Let Scottie handle everything."

Scott opened his arms and signaled with his flapping hands that he wanted
James to move closer.  A minute later James' arms were wrapped around Scott
and he was resting his head on the older man's furry chest.  Scott ran his
fingers through the boy's platinum curls with one hand and patted his back
with the other.

They stayed in each other's arms for several minutes.  Scott dozed briefly
and when he awoke the man he knew as James had gone and left his alter ego,
the cuntboy, in his stead.

Scott realized the necessity and was grateful there hadn't been a sad,
tearful parting.  Instead James had retreated and his magnificent boy had
come to take his place.

The candidate helped Scott dress.  The pair looked as if they'd just
finished several triathlons, totally spent but glowing, warm and rosy.

When they were both in "better" order and it was time to return to the
sitting room, James went down on all fours prepared to crawl into the room.
That's where Scott drew the line.

"Boy, I absolutely insist that you walk beside me.  I promise you it is all
right.  It is what I wish and I want you to understand that I'm doing it
out of gratitude for your service and NOT to embarrass you.  Now walk
beside me.  If it scares you, then hold my hand."

And that's exactly what James did.  He felt more than a little
apprehensive, a pussyboy walking on two legs into a room full of
controllers.  He'd be lucky if he wasn't beaten bloody, but a senior
control insisted and that took precedence.

C was startled to see his boy walk into the room; then he noticed that
Scott was holding his hand.  As soon as both men had entered C made a
single rapid hand gesture and James was kneeling at his side.  The boy
began to feel safe once again, back under his one true master's aegis.

C spoke first, "Scott I heard some very unusual sounds emanating from that
room.  I would swear I heard my boy, this boy, talking and laughing, and
even crying out.  Can you explain that?  Does he need correction?  What the
hell happened in there?"

Scott was absolutely firm, "David I'm going to ask you a favor as your
brother.  If you love me; if you have any affection for me at all; I want
you to indulge me in this matter.  Please David, let the boy erase what
transpired between us in that room; let him put it out of his mind.  Please
David, don't force him to reveal it... even to you.  I'm really begging
you."

C wasn't sure how to answer, "Why Scott?  What happened that he needs to
forget?"

Scott wasn't deterred, "Look David, don't make this difficult.  Let's just
say that if he reveals what happened in there it would be
horribly... permanently... terribly embarrassing for ME.  So that's why I'm
asking.  Please let him forget what happened between us in that room.  Will
you do that for me?"

C was in a quandary, "It's not that simple.  His brain isn't a hard drive
with a delete button.  I can't make him forget anything.  Some things,
important secrets and suggestions that are potentially damaging to him, I
can lock them away from his consciousness... temporarily, but Scott, it's
all there, AND it all remains available to me.  It has to be that way."

Scott wouldn't budge, "Then figure something out.  I'm not taking no for an
answer."

C reached over and patted James on the head, "Perhaps there is
something...  James, look at me."

The boy turned and stared into his master's eyes.  The sound of his name
put him into a highly suggestible state.  Anything C said now would have
maximum effect.

C began, "James, I want you to focus on everything that just transpired
between you and Scott in the bedroom.  Do you have it all in your mind?"

James said, "Yes, master all of it."

C continued, "James, Scott has asked that you be allowed to put these
events, all the details, away from examination for a while.  Your
programming won't allow you to forget it or to block it permanently, but if
you are agreeable you may store it away, even from me, your controller,
until after you are no longer a candidate.  At that time you will be free
to expose the information, or if you like, you can keep it to yourself.  Do
you understand?  It is your choice boy.  Tell me what you wish."

James hesitated for a minute, "Master, it disturbs me to keep things from
you.  Will this further disappoint you with my behavior sir?"

Scott shook his head.  This kid was so head over heels he wouldn't even
protect himself.  He'd rather suffer the wrath of god than disappoint his
controller.

C moved ahead, "James, it will not disappoint me.  Scott would like you to
lock the information away.  I want you to do what you think is best."

James thought for a moment and responded, "Master, as long as it will not
disappoint you or displease you, then I would like to block what happened
until my candidacy is completed.  However master, if at any time you want
me to divulge the information you only have to ask."

C concluded, "Return to observer James, and get back to my feet."

James was quick to act.  At some point C had replaced his shoes so James
had the pleasure of starting one of his favorite activities from the very
beginning.  He gently took hold of C's right foot and began to remove the
soft leather loafer.

As C settled back into his chair, Scott grabbed the newspaper, and Dr John
reentered the room looking relaxed and refreshed.

John looked around, "I dozed off in the tub.  I feel like I slept for days.
Did I miss anything?"

As Scott and C smiled at each other there was a knock at the door.  John
was up so he answered it.  Almost as soon as he turned the knob, four more
senior controllers piled into the room.  C had been expecting them.  He
turned slightly in his chair and said, "Gentlemen come in please.  I know
you all remember my brother Scott.  Scott, these guys were part of the team
I brought to Mexico.  You've met them before, over the years.  Please guys
introduce yourselves."

Scott did remember every face.  He knew Joel and Simon by name and was
reintroduced to Cal and Tony.  The men all took seats and began to talk.

Simon was curious, "Well C, why did you call us here?"

C remained cryptic, "You'll understand everything shortly.  For now here's
what you need to know.  I'm expecting the arrival of a young reporter,
Kenneth Fitzpatrick.  He works for the Hollywood Sentinel, and a couple
weeks ago he took a picture of one of our seniors in a compromising
position with his candidate, a well know celebrity.  This punk newspaper
man is trying to use this photograph as leverage for some kind of
extortion.  He'll be here any minute and... let's just say that I'm ready
for him."

The other men smiled and were happy they weren't in the reporter's shoes.
Whatever C had planned for the punk wasn't going to be pleasant.  It would
probably be instructive and educational for the young man... edifying, but
no doubt the kind of lesson that came at a high price... and a good deal
of punishment.  They all wondered what C had in mind and how they'd be
involved.  They knew it had to be an elaborate scheme because C had called
in the troops for its execution.  They were certain there was a great
adventure brewing and knew that by the time it was finished they'd have
another fantastic "C story" to carry home with them.  A certain giddy
anticipation began to build in the room.

Twenty minutes later there was another knock at the door.  This one was
more restrained, perhaps a little timid.  C sent most of the men into one
of the anterooms and told them to watch by way of closed circuit
television.  He had John and James remain behind.  While C sat in his chair
with James at his feet, he asked John to answer the door.  The trap was
set.

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Well guys, I'm off to write a chapter or two for "How I Got Under Your
Skin."  Then I'll bounce back for the next part of Face.  There are only
five more chapters till the end of this book.  What remains is mostly fun
and games and lots of sex.

Let me know what you think and perhaps what final thoughts you might have.
controlone@adelphia.net