Message-ID: <13025eli$9807141239@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: luzrojo1@aol.com (Luz Rojo) Subject: NEW ST: "Nightfair" (Teen Boys, 13-14, cons.) (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: luzrojo1@aol.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35aae3c3.3688792@news.earthlink.net> "Nightfair" (Teen Boys, 13-14, cons.) Part 3 of 3 by Luz Rojo ----------------------------- Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and centers around two teenage boys ages 13 and 14. If you think this might be the type of material that offends you, if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, of if you are a minor DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. ---------------------------- (conclusion) --------------------------- Now he wondered, as the machine culled the data it had gathered, what would it show him? The door began to open and Ty felt himself tense up. Slowly a dark figure stepped forward from the shadows and into the revealing light of the room. A face took shape. When he saw the image coming at him he began to shake with fear. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible... How could the machine have generated THIS image. But it did. "Hello, Ty," the fourteen year old boy on the screen said to him. "Enjoying the ride?" Ty struggled and pulled at his bonds. This had to be a mistake, this couldn't be. There was no way this was right. Chris smiled as he came toward him wearing nothing but a tight boy's jock strap. This was impossible, Ty thought to himself. Obviously the machine had miscalculated. Chris was his friend, his BEST friend, not a sex object in his fantasies. How could the machine have made that kind of a mistake? How could it generate this kind of an image? How could it be so wrong! Ty stared at the figure in disbelief as he struggled, unable to believe what he was seeing. Looking down the length of the boy slave's naked body, his own virtual body, he could see his cock, petite and boyish, poked rigid in the air as he lay strapped to the bed by his wrists and ankles. His friend, his BEST friend, stepped closer, looking over his exposed legs, thighs, organ... with hungry eyes. "Oh, you look nice. I've always wanted to have you like this, Ty. Always wanted to make you do what you're going to do now." Again Ty tried to break free, to shout out at his friend, but the bonds held him fast and the gag prevented any sounds beyond his muffled cries. This wasn't Chris. Not the Real Chris. It was an illusion, a fantasy Chris. One more image created by the machine, an image stolen from his mind, his longings. It was a deep, subconscious wet dream, somehow given form. Ty was helpless, at the mercy of his own unconscious desire. Chris looked over Ty's naked body and smiled. With one hand he reached out and Ty felt a matching touch moving up the inside of his thigh. The thirteen-year-old stopped struggling as the feel of fingers moved up between his crotch and across his testicles. "Beautiful balls," the phantom Chris commented as Ty felt a gentle rubbing on his scrotum. "Nice, pretty, big for a little boy like you." Ty shook his head, unable to believe what was happening. Chris climbed on top of him, his crotch straddling the boy's pelvis as he reached forward and held Ty's arms down. It was just like the real Chris had done to him the day before in his bedroom only this time Ty was naked and bound and the phantom Chris wore nothing but a jock strap. He began to grind his hips, rubbing his contained cock against Ty's own naked erection. "You like this, I know you do. It makes your little dick get hard, doesn't it slave?" Ty tried to pull back as the machine simulated weight on him in all the right places. "You've always wanted me to do you like this, haven't you?" Ty tried to pull away, tried to deny it as tears slipped from his eyes. He could hardly face it, hardly believe the truth, but it was there, eating at him deep inside like a disease. It was true, and he knew it. As Chris pumped against him, dry humping boy-cock to boy-cock, he found himself unable to lie to his phantom tormentor. He began nodding, responding honestly to the simulated image before him. Ty faced an unbearable truth; he really did want this. "Well now you're going to get what you've always wanted -- and so am I!" With that Chris leaned back, tore off the jock strap and revealed his hard, fourteen-year-young teen-cock. Ty had seen Chris' naked over the years, especially during the many times they'd showered and taken baths together. This past year he'd actually spied his friend getting a hard-on, twice, when he slept over, but he never said anything about it to Chris. He would rather die then let Chris know the sordid truth, that sometimes, when he masturbated, he thought about his best friend. He'd never let himself believe it meant anything, it just helped him cum faster, that was all, thinking about Chris standing naked with him in the shower, touching one another in private ways. But now, here in front of him, was something closer to the real thing than he'd ever imagined he would have. Something he never realized he wanted. With a lecherous smile the older boy slid his hips forward until his cock was right in Ty's face. "You like it, don't you boy?" he began, taunting him. A simulated penis extended from the car and pressed firmly into his face, matching the actions of the boy on screen. Before him the phantom Chris swung his erect teen cock into the boy's face, dick-slapping him with it. The life like dildo matched the action. With one hand Chris removed Ty's gag and instantly Ty felt the material retract from his mouth as Ty rubbed the head of his hard penis across Ty's soft lips. "Suck it, you sweet thing you. Come on, you've always wanted me, now's your chance." Ty shook his head weakly. "No, Chris, please... Don't make me do this?" the youngster pleaded with the machine simulation in front of him. It was so real, so totally convincing he had no hesitation in calling to it. "I'm your friend. Don't make me do this!" The phantom Chris suddenly got a very sad look on his face. In his eyes Ty could swear he saw compassion. But how was that possible in a simulation...? And yet, there was no mistaking the change of attitude as the boy in front of him suddenly leaned back. "Please... I don't want to do this, Chris. Not with you. Please," Ty repeated his plea, hoping he was getting through to something. For a long time Chris said nothing, just sat on his haunches, looking down at his young friend as if in disbelief. When at last he finally did speak his voice was different, soft and understanding, not harsh and demanding, as it had been. It was so real. "Come on you dorky doofus," he said, sounding more real, more sincere, more compassionate than Ty thought possible. "Of course you want it," he added softly. "If you didn't, I wouldn't be here." Ty closed his eyes, trying to face the truth within. As much as Ty knew it was true, that inside he really DID want to suck on his friend's beautiful, delicious, wonderful looking cock, he couldn't admit it. Why? Why was he fighting it so? Because he couldn't risk humiliating himself in front of his friend, no matter how much he secretly desired it. How would he ever live it down? What would Chris think of him if he did this, if he knew the truth? He didn't want his friend to know, he didn't want anyone to know, that what he desired most, what turned him on more than anything else, was Chris. He couldn't risk losing the most important thing in his life, his best friend, by letting the truth out. "Come on you cock-sucker, who do you think you're fooling?" his phantom friend derided in an almost fun, joking way. "You've always wanted me. Now you can have me, I'm all yours, and no one will ever know," he smiled deviously. "No one. Not even me." The revelation hit Ty like a truck. Of course, it was true. This was just an illusion, a dream, a simulation given the pretense of life solely for the sake of making his fantasy come true. Whatever happened here now, whatever he did, nothing would be at risk. Chris need never know the truth. He could have his friend as a sex object, a dominating master to service and suck and kiss and caress... And STILL not put his friendship in jeopardy. Although it was real in so many ways, in a practical sense, it was no more than a dream. At last the full realization began to dawn on him and Ty relaxed, finally understanding the truth his "friend" was telling him. He lowered his pretense and let fantasy take over. "Yes," he told the phantom Chris proudly. "I want this. I want to suck on your big cock.... Master." he said determinedly, at last getting into the fun of the fantasy. "Oh, please, Master Chris," he begged passionately, "Let me suck your cock." A smile returned to the face of the illusion and without hesitation he began dragging his long, smooth teen-cock across Ty's rosy cheeks. "That's better slave. Now, don't argue. Do as your Master says. SUCK MY DICK!" Ty hesitated, still feeling a slight twinge of guilt at what he was about to do. "Do it!" the phantom Chris commanded as he again slapped his cock across the younger boy's face. "Suck it you horny little shit! Do it before I stick it up your butt!" Taking the mechanical boy-cock into his mouth, Ty began to lick and suck on it. "Oh, yeah...." the image before him reacted, as if it could truly feel the effects. "Oh, yeah... Damn, Ty, you're a good cock-sucker. Oh yeah, you're great man." Ty couldn't believe how "real" the dick in his mouth felt. He'd never had an actual cock in his mouth, of course, but somehow it felt, tasted, even smelled exactly as he imagined it would. He felt as if he actually had Chris' dick under his care and the experience was entirely real to him. The thirteen-year-old loved the sensation in his mouth and felt a strangely unexpected sense of pride as his friend complimented him on his skill as a cock-sucker. On screen the other boy reached down and began to stroke Ty's exposed organ. The Sensulator, in perfect sync, mimicked the movement and soon Ty found himself pumping his hips in rhythm to the gentle stroking of his friend. "Now it's my turn," Chris said, and the boy quickly repositioned himself into a 69. Ty moaned in pleasure as his friend took his tender morsel into his mouth. God, how could anything feel so good? "You like this don't you?" Chris paused for just an instant to ask. Ty nodded blissfully. It was heaven. It was ecstasy. It was unreal. "I've wanted to taste that beautiful little dink of yours ever since the first time we took a bath together back when we were just kids," Chris said. Taking Ty's little organ back in his mouth Chris' tongue worked up and down Ty's sweet young shaft and the boy realized this was the greatest fantasy of it all. No way, he knew, would the real Chris ever do something like this. Not his friend, no way. And even if he did, he doubted Chris would be the expert cock-sucker his phantom counterpart was. Closing his eyes the boy imagined it was all real. That he was back in his bedroom, that Chris really was sucking him, as he was sucking Chris. The illusion was complete. Suddenly he felt a finger rubbing against his anus, making tiny circles. Soon another hand was on him, and a tongue, and another tongue. Opening his eyes he saw the two men who had captured him originally had now emerged from the shadows and were again working over him. As Chris continued to suck on his cock and rub his balls while pumping his own boy meat in and out of Ty's willing and eager mouth, the men started to work him over. Every part of him was being touched, caressed, fondled, licked, massaged, stroked and kissed. His whole boy body was an object to be pleasured by this group of handsome males. Ty squirmed, pulling at his restraints. He was still bound, spread eagle, and the constant caressing was bringing him to the point of insanity. He felt his balls tighten and his hips began pulsing to the rhythm of an approaching freight train, his own coming orgasm, at last about to arrive at its long overdue station. Chris began to breathe heavily and he felt Chris' dick pulsing in his mouth. "I'm gonna cum," Chris announced suddenly. "You swallow it, understand. Swallow it like a good, cock-sucking slave. You got that?" Ty could only nod and whimper his agreement as his friend gave the order and he felt his own juice rushing to the fore. 'Please, don't let it stop this time,' he prayed mentally as the sensation began to overwhelm him. He felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse, building toward an explosive load as he sucked on his best friend's cock while getting his own meat sucked off and his body worked over in a sensory overload of delight. He pulled at the restrains as the erotic excitement of the moment pushed him ever further down the road to insane rapture. Chris seemed to sense his approaching moment, "Do it, do it!" He paused barely long enough to get the words out. "Go all the way, Ty. Show me how you can come like a man! Lemme taste that sweet cream, boy." Ty pumped and writhed and twisted his body as his tongue worked its way up and down his friend's fantasy cock, sucking his meat. He felt something mildly salty, Chris' pre-cum, entering his mouth. "Yeah, Ty... I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna shoot!" Ty was so enraptured with lust he never felt the subtle vacuum pump working on his dick, camouflaged as it was by the illusion of Chris' sucking on him. The taste in his mouth was his own, salty pre-cum being siphoned out and recycled up to the mechanical cock in his mouth. All Ty knew was that he was about to cum and this time, no force on this earth would be able to stop him. "Yeah! Yeah, Ty! Here I cum! Take it man, swallow my load!" At that instant Ty shot his own wad! On screen Chris moved his mouth away while continuing to jerk the boy off with his hand. A powerful geyser of creamy white boy juice shot out from his simulated dick on screen in perfect sync with his actual spasms within the Sensulator. White boy cum went splashing across Chris' face while more ran down Ty's shaft, making Chris' fingers slick with the natural lube. Each pump of his own cock was matched by the perfectly synchronized fountaining of the boy slave's erect cock pumping on screen. "I'm cumming. Swallow it! Take it all, boy!" Chris shouted, his face soaked with Ty's pleasure pus. The Chris on the screen suddenly bucked and Ty felt the delicious taste of real fresh, sweet boy cum (his own actually, pumped up directly from between his legs) shoot from the cock in his mouth. "Swallow it!" Chris ordered him, "Swallow my load!" Ty had no intention of resisting the command. In a sexual frenzy he took it all, swallowing the juice as it came into his mouth. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah....!" The phantom Chris bucked, face fucking his friend for a few moments longer, before at last, settling back. Slowly both boys began to subside and the men stepped back. All the pleasuring stopped and for a moment the two boys lay intertwined. Looking at Ty, the phantom Chris smiled, then turned himself around and Ty felt the mechanical cock retract as Chris put his face up beside his. Ty looked at him, still wet with the eruption of his pleasure and the two boys grinned at each other. "I always knew you'd be a great cock sucker," Chris said, leaning nose to nose with his friend, a for a moment, they just lay there. Finally, Chris pulled away. Standing off, he turned to leave. Suddenly, Ty remembered that this was only a ride. That he hadn't really done this with his friend. Although it was the reality he'd wanted a pang of sadness gripped him as he realized this dream was coming to an end and could never, ever, happen again. On the screen before him, the phantom Chris walked toward the door, then paused unexpected, and turned. Chris moved back to him with a motion so spontaneous, so smooth and swift, that Ty thought even the machine had not known he was going to do it. Without a word the phantom Chris stepped beside the captive Ty and looking down at him, smiling, leaned over and gave the boy a kiss on the lips. There was no mechanical counterpart. The kiss was as if in a dream, an image only, without substance. It made Ty feel all the more that the machine had no control over what the simulation had done. It was as if, for a brief instant, the phantom Chris had truly developed a life of his own. Looking into the sad eyes of his friend, Ty could scarce believe that this was only an illusion. There so seemed to be life there, to be warmth, to be love. The phantom smiled and as he walked to the door, the image faded to black. Ty felt the cables release and his arms and legs were free again. The car began moving (had it ever really stopped?) and he was taken through darkness to a final room. ------ Ty felt his eyes squint as he passed through the final doors into a brightly lit area. The car came to a stop, the ankle and wrist bands unbuckled automatically and the restraining bar rose, leaving the boy free and naked in the harsh fluorescent light. He was alone. Neither Chris nor the attendant were present. For a long moment Ty didn't move. He just sat there, thinking. Then he started to cry for what he now knew he would always want, but could never really have. He hadn't known himself when he'd arrived, now he did. How was he going to live with that? How could he go on with his life knowing the secret he must carry? A secret he must keep, most of all, from the one he most wanted to share it with. Wiping the tears from his eyes Ty picked up his clothes and dressed quickly before stepping from the car. As soon as he exited the ride moved along, vanishing through another pair of "pussy pink" doors. The exit was in front of him. He swallowed hard and stepped out into the real world. The sky was black, the light of the midway, on the opposite side of the carnival, was gradually fading. It was over, the rides were closing, the fair pulling up stakes to move to the next county. Looking back at the ride he'd just left it looked even more bland and empty than before. The attendant was gone, as was his podium; the stairway was folded up, the ride closed and ready to move. It took him a moment to notice Chris. The fourteen-year-old was standing a short distance away, his back to the ride and to Ty, lost in his own deep thoughts, staring silently at the ground. Ty swallowed hard, not sure how he was going to face his friend after what had just happened. Though Chris would have no way of knowing what Ty had experienced he felt certain that something, the look in his eyes, his voice, his manner, would betray him and let the truth slip out. Slowly he moved to his friend. "Chris?" he said, his voice cracked and broken. Chris jumped at the sound of Ty's voice. With frightened, startled eyes he looked at his friend as if he were a total stranger. There was a look of fear on his face, a look of shame. It was as if he too didn't know how to be himself after what had happened. For a moment the two boys stared in perplexed silence. Then, slowly, Chris seemed to regain his composure, realizing his own secret, like his friend's, was safe. Ty couldn't possibly know what he'd seen. "Hey..." Chris finally managed, his voice shaky. A long pause followed. "That was...some ride, huh?" Ty suddenly grew curious. Until now he hadn't even wondered what Chris might have seen on his journey, but as he looked at his friend he suddenly realized that Chris' experience, whatever it may have been, had been no less traumatic than his own. "Yeah... Some ride," Ty finally managed to answer. "Guess we know why nobody ever talks about it, huh?" Chris didn't smile at first, then finally forced one, as if desperate to cover his face with something before it revealed too much. "Yeah. Guess we do." The two boys stood silently for a moment as more lights turned off in the distance and the fair grew ever darker around them. "How 'bout we ride back to my place. We could stop at Ben & Jerry's for ice cream on the way, then maybe, you could spend the night." Ty offered. At the mention of spending the night Ty thought he saw a flash of panic in Chris' eyes, then the boy shook his head. "I...I don't think... Maybe that might not be such a good idea," Chris stumbled, looking oddly uncomfortable. Ty had an impulse, one he didn't think about or he wouldn't have done it. Without considering it, Ty reached out and put his arm across his best friend's shoulders. Chris tensed nervously, then finally relaxed, sensing it was an innocent touch. "I'd really like you to," Ty told him. "I really," he swallowed awkwardly, "I'd really like you to stay with me tonight." Chris looked into Ty's eyes, a mixture of fear and uncertainty showing. "Okay," he finally nodded. "But I spent all my money. Can you spot me for the ice cream?" Ty smiled. "Sure." He only had ten dollars left to his name, but Ty couldn't imagine a better way to spend it. As the boys started across the fair grounds, heading for their bikes, Chris slowly raised his own arm and placed it comfortably across Ty. Arms around each other, the two friends went off, together. 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