Hey everyone! This would have been out sometime last week, however snow prevented me from staying on campus, or at times even getting to campus, and since I won't work on it at home, I had to wait till I had some more time.
Just so you know, in the first section, I know I go into detail with the theatre, but it does have a reason. If you have any questions about it just email me at firesong17@yahoo.com and I will explain it, as the theatre is a REAL place. I go their infrequently, and am trying to stop, * grins * so Dave if you are reading this stop laughing.
Anyway standard disclaimer, this doesn't reflect N'sync, BSB, or anyone else mentioned in ANY way shape or form, made totally up from my head.
EXPLANATION: Ok, here's what's up with this story. If you want to reread the whole thing that is your choice assuredly, however, the only scene you really have to reread, if you read chap5, is the one about Lance, Alec and Jc. I, and some friends, did not like that scene very much, so I took artistic license, and re wrote that scene. The rest of it stands as it is. Hopefully I won't be doing this many times. Also I fixed up the grammar, and made Brian's prayer more understandable.
Also, I want to thank Mike for reading this change and giving it his approval, and also to Michael, I want to thank you SO MUCH for all your emails on the story. I love em!
Nick
The theatre was dark, as most theatres are. Nick's eyes were having problems adjusting to the darkness, because of the light from the screen. The scene that was playing however was one that Disney would definitely never have even remotely alluded to, after all, naked people in compromising positions, were hardly "G" rated.
He scanned the theatre as best as he could in the darkness. There were three sections, one in the middle, that was the largest section, and than two on either side, that were smaller by far than that in the middle. He looked at the back wall of the theatre and could make out shapes of people standing watching the porno, but he could barely see even that, so he sat down in a seat quickly, which was the corner seat on the left side, to sit and wait till his eyes adjusted.
The movie, for what it was worth, a 7-dollar entrance fee, wasn't to bad. Surprisingly the guy and the girl weren't bad looking, which for a porno is surprising as they normally have hot girls, and ugly guys. Nick could never figure out why a girl as hot as some of those that are in a porno are, would want to be fucked by someone as ugly as some of the guys are.
While thinking Nick hadn't been paying attention to the time, or the fact that his eyes were now adjusted to the dark. He got up and walked along the back of the theatre, past about 7 guys. As he passed he met each guy's eyes, and in turn smiled at them, and felt a thrill go through him as they followed him with their eyes. He walked down what was now the right side if you were facing the screen, looking at each aisle as he passed. He was curious as to if this was a place that what he was hoping would happen would.
He found a spot that he was going to sit in. It was about half way down the right side, but he didn't sit just yet. He walked back up the aisle, again past the guys standing in the back. He walked out the door, blinking in pain at the light, got a drink, than turned, smiled and walked back in.
Walking past the guys again, he shivered a little as he prayed that he was right about this place. He settled in his chosen seat, and watched the movie, and the people in the theatre. He sighed and got a bit more comfortable, and a bit harder as he watched the movie.
He was so engrossed in the movie that he failed to take notice of the man that slowly walked down the aisle and sat in the row behind him, and the seat about two seats to his right. When Nick did become conscious that he had a guest his breath quickened. He was trying to subtly look over his shoulder without being obvious when he heard it. ZIP!
Nick whipped his head around the front and his breathing increased even more, he quickly looked over his shoulder and his eyes almost bugged out of his head, as he saw the guy sitting there jerking off in the seat. Now that it was happening Nick wasn't really sure what to do. He had rarely been the one that initiated the contact with another person, in almost every case, except for his first time with Lance, who had been so shy that he couldn't initiate the sex, but other than that he was always the one that was approached, after sending lots of clues that he was interested.
Now what to do? The guy had basically initiated contact by sitting there, Nick turned again and he was still there, and this time the guy was looking right at him. Nick took a deep breath, stood up, walked down the row, and up to the one behind him, walked down it and sat down next to the guy.
Up close he wasn't that bad looking, neither was his dick. It was, Nick estimated, about 6 - 7 inches, gently curved to the left. The guy appeared to be in his late twenties, and because of the darkness no hair or eye color was distinguishable. He was on the lean side, and the first thought that entered Nick's head was "Why is a guy as good looking as this hanging out here?"
The guy looked at Nick and continued to jerk himself off. Nick tentatively reached out his hand and gently grasped the throbbing member. The man immediately let go, and let Nick take over.
Nick couldn't believe he was doing this. Here he was in a strange place, with a strange guy, where anyone could see, about to give a hand, if not a blowjob. He quickly looked back up at the guy, and saw nothing but lust in the other man's eyes.
Throwing caution to the wind, Nick slid to his knees off the seat, which like a movie seat snapped back up. With one last quick breath, he literally inhaled the guy's dick.
"Oh shit! Fucking 'a' that's good! Suck that cock, yeah!"
The guy began to slowly hump his hips in tandem with Nick's oral ministrations. Nick felt the guy's fingers gently stroking his head.
"Fuck that's good. Damn you must do this a lot. Take it all, take it all."
Saying this the grip on Nick's head stiffened and forced Nick's head down the full length of the guy's cock. Nick was in a position he was unused to. Normally he was in control of the situation, bringing the guy to the edge of a precipice of pleasure time and time again, before finally letting them finally come down.
Here he had no control, he simply relaxed his throat after the first jab, which had caused his gag reflex to automatically kick in. the guy now was furiously fucking Nick's face.
"Fuck! Your mouth is so hot!"
Nick could only concentrate on his task. He pulled in his cheeks as far as he could, and tried to push his tongue up when the head entered to cause more friction and pressure.
"Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum!"
The man thrust the full length of his cock into Nick's mouth, and down Nick's throat. Nick was about to gag when the dick began to twitch in his mouth as the man came. Nick tried to pull back a bit but the man wouldn't let him.
Finally the man stopped and Nick pulled off.
"Thanks dude. You have a hot mouth."
"I've had some practice on some friends of mine."
"Those friends are lucky. Look I'm sorry if I got a bit rough there. I just needed to cum so badly."
"It's ok. I'm to the point that I can take larger than that down my throat."
Nick says this while rubbing his throat in slight pain.
"However," Nick said, " it wouldn't be easy. You are just about the perfect size. Not so large that I get afraid, and still quite a mouthful."
"Dude anytime you want another 'mouthful' I'll be more than willing to give it to you."
Saying this the guy stood, pulled his pants up, zipped, stepped over Nick and walked up the aisle, across the theatre and out the door. Nick stayed in his seat.
He looked at his watch and realized that he had only been here for 45 minutes, 20 of which he was waiting for his eyes to adjust, and a portion of the rest waiting to see if someone would accept his invitation.
While he was sitting there calculating, someone sat down in front of him, and once again Nick heard the "ZIP!"
This night promised to be lots of fun.
Lance, Jc, Alec
"Alec, before we start this, do I have to sing you out of the Ring each time you go into it? Cause no offense, but that's going to get a bit annoying."
Alec thought for a moment.
"No actually you don't. All you have to do is order me that I am to come out of the ring when you call. The others can't, and you can't order me to do that, but you can order me to come out at your request."
"Ok, considered yourself ordered."
"Yes master. Now, what's up?"
Lance looked at Jc, and motioned for him to 'take the floor' as t'were.
"Alec, I was wondering if you could help me with Justin. You know the one that interrupted you earlier."
Alec looked at Jc with some perplexity, "Help him? Help him how?"
Jc looked back at Alec with determination in his eyes.
"Justin is terrified that you hate him, and that you were going to just like...smash him into atoms or something."
Now Alec looked even more perplexed.
"What is an atom?"
Jc looked back at Alec with some surprise; before he remembered that Alec had been in the lamp...err... ring for the past 600 years.
"An atom. A very, very small piece of matter."
"Did that idea actually truly catch on? Atomos. Who would have thought it would have actually been an idea that would stand the test of time.
"However, to answer your question Jc, yes I was mad. I am unaccustomed to being interrupted, especially by one that isn't my master, as Justin wasn't at the time of the interruption. I simply made my feelings on the subject clear, however I did apologize to him at the time. I am unsure what you want me to do."
Jc looked at Alec, the determination in his eyes giving way to a small defeat.
"I don't know. Talk to him. Please make him realize that he doesn't have to be afraid of you."
Alec cocked his head to one side.
"But that would be a lie. All of you on some basic level should fear the power I represent. Not that I would ever turn it on you, but on some levels you should understand that with this much power, it isn't to be admired or sought after, but is to be feared. People rarely think of what would happen if another made a wish against them, and you now have a total of 10 people that have the ability to command my power. Lance is the only one who truly has nothing to fear."
"I understand that Alec, but please, can you talk to Justin?"
Alec looked at Lance who had remained quiet throughout the whole interchange.
"Do you want me to do this master?"
Lance looked at Alec thoughtfully.
"I want you to do what you think is right Alec. I'm not going to tell you what to do, or what I think you should do. Do what you honestly feel you need to. If I tell you what to do that's an out. You won't do it 'cause you feel you should, you will do it 'cause you were told, and trust me, Justin will know."
Alec looked at Lance, and than at Jc. He was confused. No master had ever told him to 'do what he felt was right.' He had no idea what the comment meant.
"What I feel is right master?"
"Yes Alec, what you feel is right."
Alec looked at Lance and than at Jc with true confusion in his eyes.
"What does 'right' mean?"
Now it was Lance and Jc that exchanged confused looks.
Lance was the first to answer Alec.
"What do you mean 'what is right?' Alec?"
"Exactly what I said. What is 'right'?"
Jc answered this time, leaning forward.
"Doing what you think is right, means that you do what your heart tells you is the best thing to do in the situation that you are in at the moment."
Alec looked at him, and it seemed that tears rippled in his eyes.
"But how do you go about knowing how to listen to your heart? How do you hear it? What does it say? How do you know if what it is saying is the correct thing to do, or if it's just the opinion of an organ that is in your chest?"
Lance looked at Alec in real confusion.
"I'm not sure I understand Alec. Are you saying that you have never had to choose between right and wrong? That you never had to simply do 'what was right'?"
Alec looked at Lance with an expression that was almost one of light mockery.
"How do you judge what is right and wrong, when your master is telling you what you are to do. How do you determine what the situation says is wrong, when your master tells you to do something that is against basic human nature? Where am I supposed to develop this wonderful sense of "right and wrong? My entire life I have had masters that have told me what to do, how to act, what to say, how to say it. I have done things that would probably scare you to death, or send your fragile minds into such a state that it would leave you a quivering mass, with nothing left. I have worked wonders that would put you in a state of awe for a very long time. So I ask you again. Where was I supposed to get this sense of "right and wrong?"
Lance looked at Jc, who looked back in confusion. After all, how did you teach someone, with the power to do almost anything he wanted, what was "right" and what was "wrong?"
Jc looked at Alec with anger in his eyes, and a rather large helping of disbelief. "What do you mean your "master's" have always told you what to do? Surely you have the ability to judge a situation as good or bad!"
"I have the ability to judge if a situation is good or bad for the master I currently serving. Whether it is good or bad for him or her at that moment. That I can do yes, but understand this Jc. I am a slave in every imaginable way. I don't think something unless given leave to, I don't move unless I'm asked. Every single action that I have done in my life, from the sinking of Atlantis, and the destruction of Pompeii, to the creating the hanging Gardens of Babylon, has been at the request of the master that I served at the time. I have no say in how my powers are used, so then, how could I develop this sense of "right and wrong" that you seem so proud of having, and seem bound and determined to prove I have. I am a slave! I am mentally, magically, and physically a slave. I am bound to my master's will in ALL things."
Lance's eyebrows shot up, creasing his forehead.
"Have you never for one moment in your life had any freedom? Even for a moment?"
"Lance, dear innocent Lance. I have no freedom whatsoever. Most slaves can say 'at least I have my mind, that is something they can't have.' For me, that isn't the case. My master has complete and utter control over me. In ever action, thoughts, and or deed there is the hand of my master. I don't have the freedom of my body, and I certainly don't have the freedom of my mind. As I've stated, my master rules me in all things, and it is my job to please my master; in any way that he or she desires."
If possible Lance's eyebrow's shot up even higher, and he looked at Jc in total confusion. He was not reassured when Jc looked back at him in the same way.
Jc looked at Alec, and cocked his head to one side, trying to think of a question that would explain Alec's words. Unable to think of any delicate ways, decided on the easiest.
"What does that mean?"
"It means if my master wants wealth beyond the dreams of Avarice, he gets it. If my master wants a harem of beautiful young, supple maidens, or men in the flower of their youth; healthy, strong, and gorgeous beyond belief, he gets them. If my master wants me...he gets me."
"Gets you? What do you mean gets you?" Lance asked innocently.
Jc looked at Alec and held up his hand, indicating that Alec was to remain quiet.
"Lance, I think what Alec means is that he is a slave. His masters control his magic, his mind, as well as his body."
"I understand that Jc, but I don't understand what...he...means..."
Lance looked at Alec in total shock.
Sex.
Alec was a slave. He had no say in what he did, or what was done to him. He was, to Lance, someone of remarkable beauty, and knowledge, a fairly good sense of humor, and totally honest. Lance seriously doubted Alec could lie if he tried, unless he was told.
There it was again. "I don't think something unless given leave to." Those words echoed in Lance's head. He couldn't imagine what it could be like to have every thought, action, word, look, deed, decided by someone else. To look at the sun rise every morning and the first thing on his mind to be how to serve his master best that day. To answer to the beck and call of another, with no say whatsoever in what you were doing. Tears sprang up in his eyes as he looked at Alec. "Lance, please do not cry. It is my place in life. I am not mortal as you, I do not have a soul, and I don't even have a heartbeat. I breathe because it aids in speech, but other than that I need no air. I need not to sleep, nor to have to eat. I am...for lack of a better term, designed to service my masters in all ways. I wasn't 'born' I simply existed. Don't cry for me." Alec looked at Lance in wonder. A master crying over the plight of a genie was something that was unheard of. Alec relaxed when Lance stopped crying, and simply looked at him, almost as if probing. He looked into Jc's eyes, and saw calculation, and a good helping of worry at the same time. "Alec, when you said you are a slave to your master..." Jc left that hanging, hoping Alec was going to pick up on what he was actually asking. "Yes Jc, that goes for all of you guys as well." "So if I stated right now that I wanted you get on your knees and suck my dick...what would you do?" Alec looked at Jc for a moment. His mind reached out and lightly touched Jc's. He could see that there was simple curiosity, however he could also feel a rising lust, and slight guilt about that lust as well. Thus Alec did his job. Altering his voice magically so that it took on a hypnotic quality, yet appeared to be nothing more than light singsong he answered Jc's question. "I would raise you to the heights of heaven time and time again, bringing you back down to earth before paradise claims you however. I would cause your body to go into convulsions; such as you have never seen. I will cause your mind to go into meltdown at the constant waves of pleasure that will ripple through it time and time again. Than, hours later, when you are barely able to move, and only capable of experiencing time and time again the pleasure I would bring, would I finally let heaven claim you. All you would have to do is order it." Jc's eyes glazed over. However, they did not glaze over only from lust. Though the beat of lust was strong in his body at the moment, his mind had gently been snared by Alec's hypnotic voice. Placed in a state of heightened suggestibility, and than listening to Alec's words had filled him with such a feeling of horniness that he couldn't even begin to understand what had happened "Consider yourself ordered." Lance looked at Jc totally in shock at his words. Jc turned to look at Lance, and Lance saw something in Jc's eyes that he had never seen. Lust directed at him. He didn't understand. He had always found Jc attractive, but also felt it would have been like trying to seduce his brother. "Alec, Lance will be joining us." "I will?" "Only if you want to. If not I'll just take Alec here and go back to my room." While speaking, Jc had been lazily running his hand up and down Alec's arm, and was grinning at him widely. Alec had to admit; Jc was a very good-looking guy. Lance stared at Jc in shock
Slavery of any kind was wrong in his book, and that Jc was casually accepting it stood out in stark contrast to the way that Jc normally would have acted.
However, there was the fact that Lance hadn't had sex in about two months. Not even with Nick, though he figured that would happen soon enough. And in some ways Alec was willing.
As these thoughts raced through Lance's mind, Alec mulled over his situation. He was in a new and strange world, with 10 masters, all of them young, all of them male. He had gathered from his inquisition of Lance's dreams that they were also 10 of the most popular young men in the world at the moment. Also, that these 10 young men had enough money for whatever they wanted, and in all honesty he couldn't think of what they would possibly wish for. They weren't greedy, and it probably wouldn't even enter their minds to ask for money, or power. The music that he heard from them all was of energy, strength, and of light.
He wondered what else was in this world. Looking around the room Alec still couldn't believe they were as high as they were. Also the windows were so clear, not bubbly. The very chairs that they sat on, Alec could feel the materials in them, and he was again moved to amazement. Mortals had obviously gone along way in their technology. From Lance's, and now Jc's mind, he could see some of the things, but couldn't get a clear understanding of them. Like what is a 'telephone,' and 'email?' He could also see a fragment of how this technology could be used for purposes so destructive it wasn't funny. He saw destruction on an epic scale, along with drugs that made those in his time look like a simple stimulant. Such power, and all it was used for was selfish purposes. Alec found a rather large similarity between that and himself. He sighed once again and waited on Lance's decision.
Brian and Justin
Brian kneeled down at the foot of his bed, holding his cross between his hands. His eyes closed, as he tried to master his breathing into a calm, steady pulse. He had tried to do this unsuccessfully about five times now, and was getting extremely frustrated.
He rubbed the cross gently in between his hands, and brought the words of the "Our Father" into his mind. Almost like a mantra, the words seemed to flow across his mind, and ease the pressure. Like magic, his breath slowed, and became smooth and even.
"God. Hi. I know I haven't spoken to you much recently; I've been really busy. I know that's not much of an excuse but it's all I have.
"God I don't know what to do. Nick is my best friend, I see him as a little brother, but for some reason he's dominating my mind. I think about him all the time. I'm not sure if I'm just concerned over his actions or if it's more. I mean he is in a constant state of heightened sexuality. He'd give the cab driver a blowjob as a tip, or take the waitress into the backroom as payment for dinner. The boy is a certified nympho. However, he seems to be getting worse. I don't know what to do. He could have his pick of anyone he wanted, male or female, famous or 'normal.' Yet he just keeps going out and just doing whatever, or should I say whomever he wants.
"I know he's young, and should be "living life," I have no problem with that. I just wish he would settle on someone. Anyone. Someone who would treat him the way he deserves, especially after what that bitch put him through. Just... I know he's having fun, but I often wonder if he's having fun for fun's sake, or is having fun to run from the past.
"And know I'm even more confused as to what to do with Alec's arrival, or appearance, whatever. I was always taught that the only real 'Magic' was to be found in the miracles that You would perform. Is Alec a 'miracle' or is he something else? I don't know what to do; I think I'm just going to go get something to eat. If You could see to fitting me into Your miracle working, and world saving schedule, to give me a sign as to what to do? How to help Nick, or what do think about Alec, I'd be much obliged. Thank You."
Brian sighed and stood up slowly, stretching his legs out after having been kneeling for so long. He looked around his room and sighed. It seemed so empty, so constricting. He had to get out of the room. Get some fresh air, and, as his stomach reminded him, get something to eat.
He smiled softly at himself, turned and walked out of the room. He looked at the closed door to Nick's room, and almost brought himself to knock on the door, but at the last minute his hand seems to suddenly weigh a ton. He turned and walked out the door, unable to make himself even call to Nick. What kind of friend was he? He had to talk to Nick, and really soon, or else this was going to cause him to blow up inside.
He was so wrapped up in thinking about Nick that as he left the room and closed the door behind him, he failed to notice that someone was walking right outside his room. He failed to notice this to the point that he walked right into the person.
"Ouch! Brian, watch where you are going!"
Brian looked down after clearing the stars from his eyes, to see Justin on the floor, rubbing his back.
"Next time Brian, could you walk a little faster? I didn't quite make it through the wall."
Brian giggled softly and reached down to help Justin stand up. Once Justin grasped his hand he pulled him up.
"Justin I am SO sorry about that. My mind was in..."
"It's ok Brian. I've seen that look on Jc's face many times. It's the 'I have no idea what I am going to do, but I had better do something fast' look right?"
Brian looked into Justin's blue eyes in shock. That was exactly how he felt.
"How...how did you know that?"
"Easy, I told you that I've seen that look on Jc's face lots of times. Now, I'm hungry, and you are buying me lunch."
Brian cocked his head confused.
"I am?"
"Yes you are. To make up for trying to put me through a wall, and to ease the pain of my back"
Justin's eyes twinkled in mischief. He knew Brian, and he knew the part about the back would make Brian feel a bit guilty and he would say 'well...when you put it that way...'
"Well...when you put it that way...ok. Just don't get used to this."
Justin grinned widely, and with a hint of impishness in his voice said a simple, " Ok."
Brian looked at Justin quickly and realized a sneaky con artist had set him up expertly.
"Why you little fink. You set me up!"
"Yep I did. Did a good job of it too. Now, where are you taking me for lunch?"
Brian couldn't help it. He just laughed at the way Justin was acting. He had, in the space of around 10 seconds, made him forget totally about his problems with Nick. Justin's smile demanded a mirror image from the person whom he smiled at, and Brian was no more immune to it than anyone else.
"Ok, Curly. Let's go. There has to be a good Italian restaurant around here somewhere."
"Italian?"
"Yes Italian. If I'm paying, I'm choosing."
Justin smiled.
"Ok, choirboy. Let's go. Maybe on the way back we can stop at an Arthur Treachers's?"
Justin found his back was remarkably better as Brian chased after him down the hall howling curses at him, grinning the whole way.
Ok, how was that? I know there aren't many sex scenes (Cassie, and Mike), but I am working on it. So. Is Nick having fun in the theatre for fun or to escape...and what's he possibly escaping from? What was Brian talking about? What bitch? What's Lance going to do, why is Jc just accepting that Alec is a sex slave? What is "right and wrong"? Are Brian and Justin going to grow closer? Who knows? Not me that's for sure. Email comments to firesong17@yahoo.com. Thanks all for reading!!