This is a martial arts/comic book style story that was suggested by a reader. We're collaborating on the story. The idea is his, the outline is ours and the narration is mine. With all the stories I'm working on by myself, I don't have the time to do many of these, but if I'm interested enough in the idea, I can be persuaded. Expect this story to appear somewhat irregularly. It's a collaboration and that requires more time, especially since my collaborator and I have a nine-hour time difference between us.

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·        Comic Tropes. This story is supposed to follow the comic tropes. That's why some words have been bleeped out. But the addition of another Dom to work with Konrad is making that difficult. The scenes are becoming more adult. For our purposes, assume that the comic publisher took one look at this chapter and said, "YOUR CANCELLED!" Luckily in this scenario we found a published of adult comics who agreed to pick us up. We no longer must make any concessions in our language.

My Stories on NIFTY

• Small Town Slave Boys
• Jack and the Giant
• Sacred Submissives
• Bellus Cinaedus
• Guardian Angel
• Eros in Arcadia
• Nivean and the Dvergar
• Desert Heat

Guardian Angel Chapter 6 (Family Matters)

Recently Ariel had been called to the Palace of Eros. He'd taken Tim with him. Of course, he'd been in his energy form and Tim still thought it had been a dream. He would have left his human safely at home, but the Council of Eros had demanded that he bring him.

During the flight, Tim had clung tightly to him. His mind and body had been open and crying out for attention. Ariel had allowed his light to play over the human teen's body, at first just caressing the skin, but Tim had been so hungry for attention that Ariel had slid his light into his body, entering every orifice and probing deeply. The pleasure the teen had felt has washed over his body and had brought him an orgasm that was so powerful and beautiful that Ariel had experienced the photonic equivalent, shooting light in every direction.

The Gardens of Eros could be dangerous for unescorted humans, so Ariel had taken his naked pet to the lounge outside the meeting room. He hadn't wanted to put him in the glass castle with the other pets because he wouldn't know how to act among them, so he'd used the anal chain. Taking the tiny pet in one hand, he'd pushed the large plug into his bottom. Tim had cried out in pain like all the pets did when they were first locked down. Then he'd made sure the chain was fastened to the high hook. He left the cute little pet on the table and went into the conference room.

Meanwhile, Algernon was running late. He'd decided to fly his griffin Xyros and it wasn't ready to go back inside just yet. Besides, Algernon thought the meeting was ridiculous. Ariel was violating custom, and the council should just issue a directive requiring him to comply with the time-honored rules that had served for thousands of years.

Sharp eyed Xyros spotted motion in the grass, so Algernon let him fly off to investigate, following at his own pace. Xyros was tangling with a minidrake in the tall grass, but Algernon's eyes were drawn to the naked human pet trying to hide from the tussling. He reached down and picked up the tiny human and held him in his hands. He could feel fear and trepidation radiate from the pet and he wondered who he was and how he had gotten into the gardens.

Algernon carried the tiny human into the safety of the lounge. He'd gotten dirty playing outside, so the giant had decided to clean him with a soft brush. The human had tried to curl up to avoid the bristles, but Algernon had patiently used his thumb to spread him out flat in his palm so he could scrub the dirt off before putting him safely in the glass castle with the other pets.

The little guy was radiating shock and embarrassment, but beneath those emotions Algernon could feel that he enjoyed the attention and felt relief for his rescue.

Once the tiny guy was clean, Algernon dropped him into the castle and waited to see the other pets in their fashionable animal costumes come out to greet him. Assured that the little pet was safe, Algernon turned and strolled out of the room. The other erotai were already discussing the proper relationship between them and the humans they oversaw.

When in light form, they didn't communicate in words, but the following dialogue is a representation of what was said, translated into words for those readers who aren't fluent in the light pattern speech of the immortals.

"I'm sorry that I was late," Algernon said, "but I came across and unattended pet in the gardens. The tiny thing was trying to hide out in the grass. Luckily Xyros saw him and saved him from being devoured by a minidrake."

Ariel is upset and asks if Tim is hurt. Algernon replies that the little guy is fine.

Glancing around the room, Algernon could see that his siblings were uncomfortable with a human having been put in such danger. Ariel had the good grace to allow his light to dim in embarrassment over his negligence.

"I cleaned him up and put him in the castle with the other pets, after patting his buttocks a bit as reminder of how a pet should stay put." he announced.

Ariel's inner anger shone through at the affrontery of another erotes taking liberties with his pet, but it was restrained by his shame that it had been deemed necessary in the first place.

Desiderio, who was acting as leader of the council in the absence of Eros himself, said, "You have been called before us, Ariel, to explain your strange behavior of late. When you went to that school, you were tasked with helping the mortal known as Timothy to embrace his sexuality and to find love. But you didn't do that. Instead, you decided to keep him for yourself."

The auras of the erotai flashed around the table to indicate their agreement with Desiderio and their disapproval of Ariel's actions, but everyone knew that the leader had made a weak argument. Erotai often claimed humans as their own.

"True," Ariel responded. "I did claim Tim as my own, but this is not outside our customs. There was no one appropriate at the school or in the neighborhood for him to attach to. His needs are different, and they could easily lead to him being abused or to his needs not being truly fulfilled. He needs a dominant lover, but a lover who will value him and love him. The three Dominants I identified in the area were unacceptable for one reason or another. One was a teacher of his. If I'd driven them together, the teacher could have been fired or even gone to jail. Another was a very old man who would pass within a few years and leave Tim heartbroken. And the last was a narcissist. He could never have cared for Tim. He would have pushed him far beyond his boundaries, used him up and then moved on to another virginal boy. I couldn't in good conscience choose one of them. And we have always been allowed to choose humans for ourselves."

The general photonic display turned to agreement. They were uncomfortable with some of Ariel's actions, but they weren't willing to let their ancient rights and privileges be sacrificed for the sake of punishing a little deviant behavior.

"Why didn't you just claim the boy and bring him to the Garden of Eros to become your pet? That's what we've always done," Algernon asked.

He was the most vocal of Ariel's detractors, and the most insistent that the norms of behavior be observed. Ariel knew that he wasn't an enemy, just concerned that living too long among mortals could diminish Ariel's immortality, making him more mundane over time. In the past some erotai had been lost in that way.

"Tim still has much life ahead of him. He will wear my collar and be my pet in the Palace of Eros, but not yet," Ariel said.

"And what of the concern that you may come to lose yourself by pretending to be one of them?" Algernon asked.

Ariel glowed with laughter and replied, "I won't be pretending for very much longer, at least not to Tim and his father. So long as I use my powers in the way they are intended, I shouldn't fade. I'm not planning on getting a job and living as a mortal."

Amatoria, one of the erotes who typically assumed female form, spoke up and asked, "And what of the father? Are his needs so identical to the son's that you can satisfy them both without spreading yourself too thin?"

Ariel nodded (of course it looked like a rapid dimming and brightening of his aura) and said, "I am somewhat concerned. Their differences are possibly great enough that I could be weakening myself by focusing on both. I would welcome an outside observer on this issue."

Desiderio spoke up and said, "That would be wise. I suggest that Algernon descend to the mortal realm and watch. Allow him to assist the father in his path to love to take that burden from yourself. And if you can convince him that your current path is not dangerous then you can continue. Otherwise, you will collar Timothy and bring him here immediately."

The council's auras blended to indicate that they were now in agreement.

Algernon had been lurking invisibly since then to observe what he called Ariel's perversion. Today he was going to manifest physically and join them. Ariel wondered what form Algernon would take. The erotai had no control when it came to their human form. It was shaped by the desire of their human.

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If anyone had been looking, they would have seen an odd sight. Ariel was a few inches shorter than Tim, but he kissed Tim's neck and hugged him from behind. He was hovering just a little off the ground and a faint distortion shimmered in the air behind his back, like heat waves in the shape of wings.

"You need to make dinner for four," he said. "My uncle Algernon is coming over at 6:00. I want him to meet your dad."

Ariel dropped gently to the ground just before Tim turned around and asked, "What do you want for dinner? Remember that I'm not that good a cook."

It was true that Tim was just a passable cook, but he knew how to put together prepackaged things to make a decent meal. And he could cook some easy things from scratch, but Ariel was going to make him stretch his talents today. He suggested something new that Tim had to look up on the internet. Pasta alla puttanesca didn't look too complicated, but he'd have to go to the store. He needed to buy black olives, capers, anchovies, canned tomatoes, tomato sauce, and parsley. Normally when he made spaghetti, he just a used bottled sauce. Konrad wasn't going to be happy since there was no meat in the dish, unless a few anchovies counted as meat.

While Tim was getting ready, Ariel walked in the garage where Konrad always went to get away from him. Sure enough, the older man was wiping his tools down with a cloth. They weren't dirty. He was just finding things to do to give him an excuse to stay out of the house.

Ariel made no noise as he slipped into the garage. He could see Konrad working at the table. The man's aura was confused and erratic. The erotes watched him without comment for a few minutes. There was some anger, but not as much as he'd expected. There was some sadness, but there was a good deal of low-lying arousal mixed with shame and guilt. On some level he was excited by his current situation, but he felt guilty about that excitement.

Ariel was torn in two different directions. He'd been drawn to Tim's need for love and affection, but when he encountered Konrad, he was overwhelmed by the man's needs. And it was difficult keeping Konrad's needs and wants separate from those of his father. They were so similar, but also different in major elements. Konrad had a deeper need, probably because it had been suppressed for so long. And his need was rawer, more primal, and edgy. Having two clients with different needs was taxing. He was glad Algernon was coming, even though the two of them didn't see eye to eye.

Ariel strode into the room, allowing himself to make enough noise that Konrad could hear him coming. The older man turned around. He started to kneel, but then changed his mind. He stood tall and stared at the teen. And Ariel could feel a need sweep over him. Konrad wanted – no needed – to be forced into compliance. That was his greatest desire. He couldn't let go and just do what he wanted. There was too much shame. The shame was a turn on for him, but he couldn't get past it on his own.

"You still haven't learned your lesson, have you, Connie?" Ariel asked.

Konrad's knees buckled. He almost complied with his orders, but at the last minute stopped himself. Ariel inhaled deeply and tensed his core muscles. Then he spun on the ball of his left foot and let out a loud "HEE YAI!" while planting his right foot firmly in the heavier man's gut.

Konrad tried to tough it out. When he was younger he'd been able to take a hard punch to the abs, but he'd allowed himself to get out of shape over the years. The air shot out of him in an explosive whoosh as that powerful foot slammed into him. He stumbled backward against his tool bench.

Before the man could regain his balance, Ariel planted his right foot, the same foot that had just delivered the first blow on the ground and then raised his left foot and spun around slapping Konrad's bristly face on the right side, twisting his neck around. "HEE-YAY!"

Then he dropped into a half squat and swept the right leg out hooking the older man's ankles and sending him slamming supine on the floor.

"Did you forget the power of these feet, Connie?" the martial artist asked, leaping to stand next to the man and planting a foot on his throat. "Or is that you secretly crave to feel them. Do you need these feet to show you who's the master?"

"No sir," Konrad croaked.

He bent his head at an awkward angle and kissed the red tabi sock that covered the foot that had taken him down. Ariel pulled his foot back and squatted next to him.

"Timmy and I are going shopping, so you need to have the laundry done by the time we get back," he said. "Do you understand your orders, Connie?"

"Yes sir," Konrad replied.

"Good," Ariel replied as he stood up. Without another word, he turned and walked back out of the garage.

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Tim didn't have to ask for his dad's ATM card. He carried it all the time now. That was another of Ariel's rules. Konrad wasn't allowed to carry it. He had to ask for spending money. It was humiliating; it was especially humiliating that he had to ask his son when Ariel wasn't around. In the hierarchy of the house, Konrad was now at the bottom of the heap. Tim was above him and Ariel was above both slaves.

Ariel went into the master bedroom while Tim was getting dressed. He was just removing the purple dog collar with Ariel's name on it when his foot lashed out and swept the boy's legs from under him, sending him sprawling onto his back.

In one smooth movement, the smaller blond teen's foot followed the descent of Tim's body and slammed his heel slammed into Tim's abdomen, leaving him breathless. Then he rubbed his foot along his boy's abdomen and chest. Those same powerful feet that had struck Konrad so forcefully had been relatively gentle with Tim. The younger human liked it when a powerful man hit him, but he couldn't take as much as his father. This was one of the problems Ariel faced when dealing with both father and son. Their needs were similar, but different in degree.

"That collar marks you as my property. You don't remove it without my permission – ever. Do you understand me?" he said.

"Yes. Yes sir!" Tim replied. He'd forgotten that Ariel had established that rule.

Ariel's foot moved down to Tim's groin. Today he was wearing red tabi socks and he was able to grip Tim's erect cock with his powerful toes. He gave it a painful squeeze. Sharp pain shot through Tim's body, but the confused teen was surprised that he almost shot a load in his pants from the rough treatment.

He'd often gotten aroused when he was getting a beating, but this was something else, something that he felt only a few times before. Back in middle school, shortly after he'd first discovered the joys of masturbating, Rick Brower had wrestled him to the ground. That wasn't unusual. What was different was that the bully savagely twisted Tim's nipples and then pressed his knee into his groin. And that was how Rick has discovered Tim's secret. Not only was he hard from being beaten, but he'd also shot a load from the pain.

Rick had never told anyone. It had freaked him out as much as it had Tim. He'd never pushed it that far since. Others had discovered that Tim got hard when you beat on him, but none of them had ever discovered what happened if you hurt him when he was down.

The only other time Tim has orgasmed from pain alone had been last year when his father had been delivering one of his savage beatings. Konrad had moved from spankings to fists long before, but Tim had stormed out of the room childishly when his father had changed the channel on him.

"If you're going to act like a child, then I'll punish you like a child!" Konrad had roared, his voice slurred by too much alcohol.

He dragged Tim back to the living room and pulled him across his lap and started spanking him hard. Tim was wearing knit shorts so there was only a single layer of thin cloth between his butt and his father's hand. The feeling of his father's hand on his nearly naked bottom, the burning sensation in his cheeks as his father warmed his butt and the pressure of his erection against his father's knee had combined to drive him over the edge and he'd cum so hard that his load had leaked through the thin knit onto his father's knee. Konrad has been too drunk to realize what had happened, but that was the last time he'd turned Tim over his knee.

Ariel smiled down at him and continued to squeeze his shaft with those powerful toes, stopping just before Tim reached orgasm. He was on edge, but Ariel wasn't ready to give him relief. He moved his sock clad feet to his boy's face and rubbed it across his nose and mouth. The smell was powerful, but not sour or unpleasant. On the contrary, the scent shot straight through Tim's body from his nose to the dick. Finally, Ariel pressed his big toe between Tim's lips and the submissive teen sucked on it gently.

Then Ariel pulled his foot away and held out his hand. With a smile he said, "Time to go, Tim. We've got some shopping to do."

The guys walked to the store. It was only a couple of miles. Tim was in decent shape for a guy who didn't exercise regularly, and Ariel was ... different. He was small, but that was his body's natural reaction to Tim's fantasies. If Tim had dreamed of a muscle-bound man seven feet tall, that would have been the form Ariel would have taken. Even though he dominated his lover, in some ways it was Tim who dominated him.

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Konrad was folding the laundry when he heard a series of loud knocks on the door. He finished the tee shirt he was folding. It was one of Tim's, light blue with the picture of dark-haired guy in a red judo outfit delivering a kick to a man who was spinning head over heels. After he put the shirt into the right pile, he answered the door.

A tall man stood there, almost a giant. He towered over Konrad's own seventy-four inches by about a head, and he was wide enough to fill most of the doorway. His black hair was shot through with silver streaks and it hung down to his collar. His bushy moustache had even more silver in it, as did the trimmed goatee hanging from his square chin. His features were ruggedly handsome with high cheekbones and deep set grayish green eyes that seemed to gleam with an inner fire.

It took Konrad a moment to collect his wits. He wasn't expecting a visitor, let alone one who was so big and powerful. One who was so close to ... NO! He wasn't going to think about it!

"Yes, can I help you sir?" he asked.

He had no idea where that "sir" had come from, but it just felt natural. The guy was probably his age, but he was in much better shape, at least from what Konrad could see through the jeans, tee shirt and flannel that he was wearing unbuttoned down to his mid chest.

The man smiled at him and said, "My name's Algernon. I'm Ariel's uncle. He asked me to come over for dinner tonight."

Konrad was still dumbstruck. This giant didn't look much like the smaller blond teen who was fucking his son. Konrad's lips were dry, and he was having trouble breathing. He had no idea why his body was reacting this way. Or if he did, he buried it so deep that he wasn't consciously aware of the reason.

He cleared his throat and said, "Sure ... um ... come on inside."

"Sir," the man said with emphasis.

He looked Konrad in the eye until he lowered his gaze and said, "Come inside, sir."

When the man walked past him, Konrad caught the scent of sweat and wood, maybe sandalwood. The man walked into the living room and took the recliner. He was big enough to make the overstuffed chair look small. What was his name? Oh yes, Algernon. He had a smirk on his face.

"I think you're happy to see me, Connie," Algernon said.

He was gesturing at Konrad's crotch and the erection that pressed painfully against his jeans. Konrad's ears burned and a hot flash run through his skin. The man spread his legs as far as the chair would allow and idly scratched his balls through his tight and faded jeans.

"Don't worry. Guys like you always react that way. Go get me a beer and then you can finish the laundry," he said.

Konrad had had enough of this disrespect. It was bad enough that Ariel had forced him to submit and to suck his dick, but he wasn't going to take it from yet another man – not even a man like Algernon, a mature man who made ...

Konrad couldn't finish that thought. His mind refused to say what he was feeling. Instead, he yelled, "Fuck you! You can't just come into my house and talk to me like that."

He was overwhelmed with anger. He was a man, and this was his house. He had rights and he wasn't going to take it from Algernon – or from Ariel either, for that matter. Not anymore. He was done.

Before he could react, Algernon was out of the chair. He grabbed Konrad around the neck and put him in a powerful headlock. Konrad could smell him more strongly now. He didn't smell bad, but he smelled overtly ... masculine. It was like Algernon liked to work hard and saw no need for deodorant. Konrad's head was spinning. It was the lack of oxygen from being in a headlock, he told himself. It wasn't the masculine funk coming off his attacker! It couldn't be.

"WHOOF!" he yelled.

Algernon had punched him in the gut driving the air out of his lungs. He punched him again, and again. Then he released Konrad from the headlock and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He slapped him in the face three times in rapid succession. Each blow was powerful enough to make him see stars. Then Algernon threw him to the floor.

"Go get my beer, Bitch!" he growled. "And don't get up. Crawl into the kitchen and crawl back here."

Konrad was in shock and his eyes were burning with shame. He started crawling, but Algernon slammed one booted foot into his ass sending him sprawling.

"When I tell you to do something, you acknowledge me with a `yes sir'. Do you understand me, Bitch?" Algernon asked in a loud but calm tone of voice.

Konrad rose to his knees again and said, "Yes sir! I understand you sir!"

Algernon returned to the chair and watched Konrad crawl into the other room. He was experiencing a rush of pleasure. Ariel had been right. Connie was perfect for him. The man's need to be abused, demeaned, and dominated went deep. Everything Algernon had done to him so far had barely scratched the surface of Konrad's desire. The man was out of shape, but he knew he could whip him into shape in a few months of controlled diet and exercise. And that bald spot on the back of his head would probably start to grow new hair after he'd eaten enough nectar straight from Algernon's cock.

Konrad had never been so humiliated in his life. Where did this put him in the hierarchy of the house? No doubt he was still at the bottom. He pulled one of the few beers out of the refrigerator. He wanted one himself, but Ariel had forbidden it. He now had to earn the privilege of a beer, even though he was paying for it. He crawled back into the living room and held the bottle of beer out toward Algernon.

The bigger man took it in his broad and powerful hand. He twisted the cap off and tossed it at Konrad. It struck him in the forehead since he wasn't expecting it.

"Take that and throw it away, then come back and do your work," Algernon commanded.

Konrad picked up the cap and stood up to take it to the trash can. Algernon was on him again in a flash. He grabbed him from behind and thrust his hand inside the waistband of his pants. He grabbed hold of Konrad's boxers and pulled on them until they ripped. He tossed them on the ground in front of Konrad.

"You are one dumb bitch, aren't you?" he asked.

When Konrad didn't respond, Algernon slapped the side of his head.

"Yes sir!" Konrad exclaimed. "I am a dumb bitch, sir."

"You stay on your knees in this house unless I tell you different or you need to get up to work," he said. "And from now on, you only wear one layer of clothing at a time. Now pick those up in your teeth and carry them into the trash!"

"Yes sir!" Konrad said.

He grabbed the boxers and crawled into the kitchen with Algernon behind him the whole way. He threw them away and then waited for instructions. He was afraid of what Algernon would do to him if he chose the wrong course of action.

Algernon let out a loud burp and tossed the bottle into the recycle bin.

"I think you may not be hopeless after all, Connie. I'm willing to train you, but you should know that I'm not going to go easy on you. Would you like that?" he asked.

"No sir!" Konrad replied.

Algernon moved to his front and grabbed his jaw. He turned his face upward and squeezed until Konrad's mouth was forced open.

"You're lying and we both know it," Algernon said. "Without touching it, I can tell that your dick is hard, and your heart is beating fast."

Then Algernon gathered saliva in his mouth and spat into Konrad's mouth. Without being told, Konrad swallowed it. He could taste beer and a hint of smoke in Algernon's spit as it slid down his throat. How did the man know what he was feeling? When Algernon said that he would train him, his dick had throbbed.

Of course, Konrad was in denial. As an erotes, Algernon could read his deepest desires more readily than he himself could. Konrad had been in denial his entire life. He had never admitted even the slightest hint of his needs to his conscious mind. But one of the duties of the erotai was to bring these hidden desires into the open.

"Since you won't be wearing multiple layers anymore, you don't need underwear. Crawl into your bedroom and take each pair of underwear out of your drawers and carry it to the trash can in your mouth," he commanded.

That was it. He'd been pushed too far. He jumped up and took a swing at Algernon. He had to put an end to this before it went even farther, before he lost himself and gave in to this man's demands. He had to regain his manhood before it was taken away completely.

Algernon didn't dodge the blow. He allowed it to land home. Konrad's fist struck his gut with a solid smack, but Algernon didn't flinch. He just tightened his stomach and allowed the fist bounce off his powerful abs. Konrad's face fell and that was when Algernon struck.

In the blink of an eye, he punched Konrad twice, once in the face and then once in the abdomen. His arm lashed out wrapped around Konrad's throat, putting him in choke hold once more.

"I've been told that you have a pankration mat in basement," Algernon said, dragging the erstwhile head of the house toward the stairs.

He opened the door with his free hand and then dragged the still struggling Konrad down the stairs. He threw him on the mat and then stood over him.

"Get up and face me," he commanded.

Suddenly Konrad was sure that he'd made a mistake. This man was a better fighter than him. One part of him wanted to throw himself at Algernon's feet and beg for mercy, but he couldn't do that. He hadn't been raised to surrender without a fight. He rose to his feet and raised his fists. From the expression on his face, you would never know that he was anticipating a beating.

"Good boy," Algernon said with a smile. "I like a boy who fights back. This isn't boxing. It's pankration. Think of it as a combination of boxing and wrestling, like an ancient form of mixed martial arts. You can strike with hands, feet, elbows, or knees. Striking the genitals is the only forbidden strike. So long as you follow this rule, I will. If you break it, I will pound your nuts until you throw up on the floor. Do you understand the rules?"

"Yes," Konrad snarled.

"Good," Algernon said, then let's start now. His fist flew out and slammed into Konrad's face, splitting his lip. "And you forgot to call me `sir', Connie."

Konrad hadn't seen the first blow coming, but he had been a boxer back in high school, and he had tried to keep up the training, although he'd gotten lax over the last ten years. He'd gotten soft and slow, but he still remembered the proper techniques. He brought his arms up in blocking position.

Algernon lashed out with several rapid punches. He wasn't avoiding Konrad's blocking forearms. Instead, he pummeled them until they ached from the blows. Algernon was so fast that Konrad didn't dare to lower his guard long enough to throw a punch. He knew he would lose if he didn't try to fight back, but Algernon was too fast for him.

And then Algernon stopped and took a step back. He motioned with one hand for Konrad to come at him, as he put his arms up in the blocking position. Although he was sure that it was a trick, Konrad had no choice. He came at the larger man and threw a punch. He was impressed that his technique was still good despite his laxity in training.

Of course, Algernon blocked it. But he didn't return a punch. He was waiting for something. Konrad decided to take whatever advantage he could now, and he began hammering at Algernon like the bigger guy had done to him. He didn't concentrate on the defending arms. He tried to punch his opponent in the face and in the abs, but he always managed to block them.

Konrad was so distracted by trying to get around Algernon's blocks that he didn't see the bigger man's feet lash out and slam into his shins. That threw him off balance and Algernon followed through with a solid punch to his face sending him sprawling. That's when he pounced and landed astride Konrad's body.

When Konrad tried to buck him off, Algernon bounced his rock-hard glutes on his stomach, driving the air from his lungs. When Konrad tried to push him off, Algernon grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground.

"Do you submit, Connie, or do I have to beat on you some more?" he asked.

"Fuck you!" Konrad yelled.

He started thrashing around harder, but he couldn't dislodge the bigger man. Algernon laughed and bounced on his abdomen until he was out of breath.

"That was one for me," Algernon said. "We'll go two more rounds. If you can pin me or force me to submit in even one of those rounds, I'll relent. I'll even get Ariel to leave you alone, so long as you don't interfere between him and Tim. But if I win, you're going to submit. You're going to crawl upstairs and throw all your underwear away, carrying it to the trash in your teeth."

Seizing the slender hope, Konrad said, "Yes sir. I agree."

"Cute," Algernon said, slapping his face playfully, "but I wasn't asking. I was just telling you how it's going to be. Do you know what I'm going to do once you've finished the task I gave you?"

Konrad knew where this was going. He knew what final submission was going to look like. He'd been dreading it (and subconsciously craving it) since he'd first seen Algernon in the doorway.

"You're going to fuck me, sir," he said with a resigned tone in his voice.

"That's right, Connie," Algernon said. "I'm going to take you and make you my bitch. I'll be taking you as often as I want, at least once a day."

"Yes sir," Konrad said in a small voice.

"And I may decide to share your butt with friends, maybe with strangers ... heck! I may decide to rent it out in the parks and on the street corners. Whatever I want, I'll do it. It's my choice, not yours," he said.

Konrad could feel his manhood slipping away from him, but the most pressing issue on his mind was, why was his dick so hard?

Konrad dragged himself to his feet and prepared for the second round. This time he was determined to remember his feet and shins were weapons too. He and Algernon danced around each other a few times, then Algernon sent a right jab directly at Konrad's face, but Konrad managed to block it. Unfortunately, while he was blocking that strike, Algernon's left fist slammed into his gut, knocking his breath out.

Konrad recovered faster than last time. When Algernon tried the same trick again, he managed to block both blows at once. Algernon was smiling at him. He was enjoying it more now that Konrad was fighting back more effectively.

Konrad tried the one-two punch combination on Algernon, but the bigger man blocked the first and spun aside to take the second as glancing blow that had little effect. Konrad landed a few more ineffectual punches on Algernon. He'd begun to think that the bigger man was going easy on him, but he'd been lulling him into a false sense of security instead.

Algernon had been waiting for a moment of complacency, and when he saw one, he struck. He sent a jab at Konrad's face followed by a cross punch to the gut. While Konrad was blocking those strikes, Algernon landed a powerful uppercut to the chin. Pain shot through Konrad's jaw and teeth, and his head snapped back.

While Konrad was dazed and unprotected, Algernon landed a right hook and then a left hook to the face. Konrad pulled his arms up to stop the punishment and left himself open to another savage cross punch to the gut. And when Konrad was doubling over, Algernon swept his legs from under him and sent him sprawling prone on the ground. He leaped atop him and applied a choke hold, locking his powerful arm around Konrad's thick muscular neck. In nine seconds, Konrad was unconscious.

When he recovered, Konrad noticed Algernon resting in a chair drinking water. Konrad was aching across his arms, face, and gut. He was still dizzy from that wrestling hold, but he forced himself to his feet. Algernon rose to join him.

"You're not too bad for a lazy, beer-guzzling bully who's let himself go for ten years. I think I'm going to enjoy beating you into shape. I'll enjoy training you to fight almost as much as I'll enjoy teaching you to take cock like whore," Algernon said.

Konrad wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt and said, "Are you ready for round three, sir?"

Algernon smiled at him again and said, "You are a feisty faggot aren't you?"

"I'm not a faggot," Konrad yelled. The he hastily added, "Sir!"

Algernon's hand shot out and grabbed Konrad's hard dick. He squeezed it with all his strength until Konrad started turning red in the face.

"You are a faggot, Connie. You have been all your life. You act tough so no one will know, but I know what you are. When I'm done with you, you won't be denying it anymore either."

Konrad grabbed Algernon's wrist and tried to force him to let go of his dick, but he couldn't move that powerful hand.

"I thought strikes to the genitals were forbidden in pankration," Konrad gasped.

"We're not fighting right now. This is foreplay, and judging from your throbbing dick, you love it, faggot," Algernon said with a smile as he leaned closer.

Then he let go of Konrad's shaft and walked to the center of the ring.

"You have one more chance to deny who you are inside, Connie," he said, "one more chance to pretend you haven't dreamed of a man like me your whole life. But we know different, don't we. I'm your dream man; that's literally why I'm here."

Algernon gestured for Konrad to come at him, and he did. He barreled toward him, hoping to take him off guard. He wrapped his arms around the bigger man's waist and buried his head in his abdomen. Konrad drove the air out of Algernon's lungs with that surprise maneuver, but Algernon recovered quickly. He wrapped his own arms around Konrad's waist and lifted him into the air until he was upside down. He fell back onto the mat and scrambled to put Konrad in a full body submission hold from the back with his legs locked around Konrad's neck.

Konrad `s face was level with Algernon's ass and his chin was resting on Algernon's nuts. He tried to put pressure on them with his chin, but it didn't work. He tried to wrap his own legs around Algernon's head, but somehow the bigger man had separated them and was holding them in place with his arms locked around them.

Algernon held him there until Konrad had no choice but to submit.

"I submit, sir," he said.

Algernon let him go and stood up. He snapped his fingers and pointed the floor in front of him. Konrad crawled over and without urging kissed Algernon's boots. Algernon smiled. There would be further resistance, but Konrad would be fun to train. His need to be owned and degraded ran deep.

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The trip to the local Safeway wasn't that exciting, although Tim was always excited to be with Ariel. They'd picked up all the items needed to make dinner and then they'd stopped at the Starbucks inside the store to buy coffee. Tim had wanted to impress Ariel's uncle, so he made sure to buy a block of parmesan cheese to grate instead of the stuff inside the cannister that they sold on the shelves.

Ariel had told Tim to go pay for the groceries and meet him outside. Tim had no idea where his boyfriend was going because he hadn't seen Sam Burton and Maxwell Cooper following them in the store. They were among the most vicious of the evil minions and they thought they'd seen their chance to have a little fun at Tim's expense. They been looking for a chance ever since the word was passed around that the new student, that little blond kid, was Tim's boyfriend. They were hoping to catch both together.

Today would be their lucky day, or rather their unlucky day. Ariel had seen them and disappeared – literally. He had faded from view and was watching them. They didn't have any hidden longing for one another that the erotes could see. He could see their anger. It burned bright within them. He could also see their cruelty. They enjoyed beating on people who couldn't defend themselves.

There was no hook for Ariel to use his erotes powers to end the conflict before it began. Reluctantly, he decided to use Tim as a stalking horse to bring them out into public. He wouldn't let it go too far, but he wanted to trap them.

He scanned the crowd. There had to be something he could use. And there it was. A plainclothes security guard had been following them. He wasn't sure why, but he could just feel that they were up to no good. Ariel reached out and heightened that emotion. In an instant, the security guard became even more convinced. He decided to follow them out of the store to see what they would do.

And there was another. A middle-aged woman was glancing their way. She hated the way they swaggered through the store mouthing obscenities. In her mind, they were just punks, and she hated punks. Ariel reached out and touched her disgust. He stroked what had been an ember into a raging conflagration.

Outside the store, a half dozen crows were scavenging from the garbage can where someone had thrown away some barbecue chicken wings that had fallen the ground. They'd been frightened away by more than one human and one of the men who'd passed by earlier had thrown a rock. They were angry with humans right now. Ariel touched that hatred and fed it. He gave it a face, two faces in fact.

Everything was set. All he had to do was go outside and wait. And he didn't have to wait long. Since they were walking home Tim had brought his backpack to carry the groceries; he came out of the store with his backpack slung over one shoulder. Sam and Maxwell weren't far behind them. Shadowing them at a distance was the security guard.

Tim didn't realize that he was being followed. He walked through the big glass doors and looked around, hoping to see Ariel, but there was no one out front. It was still hot, so Tim walked over to the bistro tables that sat in the shade between the two glass doors and put his backpack down. He was just about to sit down himself when he noticed Sam and Maxwell walking toward him.

"Hello, fag," Sam said with a snarl.

Tim grabbed his backpack and started to leave, but Maxwell pushed him down into the seat he'd pulled out and then clamped his hand tightly on Tim's shoulder to keep him there.

"Just let me go," Tim said, sighing and shaking his head.

"We just want to chat, fag," Maxwell said. "Or are you too good to talk to us?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "We just want to talk with you and your little boyfriend. Where is he?"

Ariel allowed himself to be seen. He made it look like he was stepping around the big square column that supported the overhang. He had to raise his voice to be heard clearly over the angry cawing of the crows who were beginning to eye the two evil minions with a glare that threatened violence.

"Here I am. Did you have something to say to me?" Ariel said with a smile.

Just as Sam was ready to say something sarcastic, Ariel interrupted his response and added, "But have your ugly boyfriend take his nasty paw off my boyfriend first."

That's when the chaos began. Sam took a wild swing at Ariel whose block turned into arm lock. Tim punched Maxwell in the shoulder attempting to dislodge his grip, but Maxwell tightened his grip instead and then slugged Tim in the face. A half dozen crows rose into the air voicing their displeasure.

Ariel pulled Sam off balance and sent him spinning to the ground, then jumped onto the table and delivered a powerful snap kick to Maxwell's chest "HAAAYYT-YAAAA!". He overbalanced the table, so he sprang off the top and landed next to the bully while he was still recovering. Maxwell let go of Tim's shoulder so he could turn his full attention to the smaller martial artist who was threatening him.

Tim jumped up and backed away so he could take a defensive stance he'd seen in Judo Boy.

But watching martial arts on the screen doesn't help anyone to learn them...

He wasn't expecting Sam to grab him around the neck from behind, so he was surprised when the bully's arm tightened around his throat. He tried to break the hold, but Sam began punching him in the side with his free hand.

Maxwell took a swing at Ariel, but the smaller guy sidestepped it, dropped down to a crouch and swept the bully's legs out from under his with his own. Then he leaped up and "KYYYAAAAPP!", swung his heel down to land solidly on his abdomen, knocking the air out of him.

Tim struggled to break free of the headlock. He couldn't dodge effectively in the position he was in, and he was beginning to see spots from lack of oxygen. The fact that Sam was continuing to pummel his side didn't help either.

Seeing that Maxwell was stunned, Ariel turned toward Sam and said, "Let go of my boyfriend before I make you hate your life more than you already do."

Sam looked at Maxwell, who had regained his feet and was preparing to lunge at Ariel. He was going to wait until Maxwell was ready and then join him in belting the deceptively capable blond boy. But just as Maxwell was lunging, "SET-KYAP!", Ariel delivered a powerful back kick into his gut that sent him reeling.

Sam decided this fight wasn't going his way, so he pushed Tim at Ariel and then ran. Unfortunately for him, he crossed in front of the middle-aged shopper with a cart full of groceries who had decided she'd had enough of punks like him causing trouble. She shoved her cart into him, sending him careening into a parked car, setting off the alarm.

Maxwell scrambled to his feet and took off in the other direction, but the crows had imprinted on his face. They swarmed around him, cawing and pecking. He dropped to the ground and wrapped his hands around his eyes to protect them from the vicious bird attacks.

Ariel turned to Tim and pulled his face down to crush his lips with his own. He slid his tongue inside his boyfriend's mouth and took possession of it like a warrior taking territory and making it his own. Tim was surprised since they were in public, but he didn't object.

The two teens were kissing and hugging when the store detective came out and grabbed both bullies by the arm and escorted them into the security office. The middle-aged woman followed them into the store so she could give her statement. With a shrug, Tim and Ariel followed as well.