Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2007 21:13:11 +0000 From: Deeper Diver <deeperdiver@hotmail.com> Subject: Master and the Mate - 18 This story is copyrighted to the author. You are welcome to download for personal use but not for sale or profit. The series is homoerotic with detailed descriptions of sex between consenting males age eighteen and above including domination, bondage and s/m. If this is not your scene please leave this site NOW. Also if you are underage to read this type of material or it is illegal in your country please leave. This means you if you are younger than 18! Email comments to the author at deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com or better still to the blog were others can enjoy it: http://blog.myspace.com/130284906 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! I am yours, Ryan Loud, I love you!" Kyle screamed as he came for the second time within minutes. Ryan felt the internal pangs of Kyle's orgasm and that was all that was needed to provoke a simultaneous mutual experience of sexual ecstasy. Ryan could not stop his body from jerking and from the after tremors occurring in his body as he felt the most intense spiritual unity with Kyle's soul. He dropped over Kyle's body, and began crying as he kissed the stomach muscles of the Adonis he held captive impaled on his manhood. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Master and The Mate - by Deepdiver CHAPTER 18 - ¨Circle Jerk? That evening Ryan arrived at Mark's school about 6:45 p.m. The janitor was there to let him in and to make sure the meeting room was ready. "Hello, I'm Dr. Loud." Ryan introduced himself. "Yes, yes, I've been expecting you. I'm Mr Jensen, the sanitation superintendent," Jensen giggled in a friendly way, "just follow me. The caterers just left a few minutes ago, they left an urn with coffee, cold juices and some finger food." The janitor, I mean, Superintendent of Sanitation said. Ryan arranged the easy chairs in more of a circle as the guests began to arrive. When the last couple, their son and pastor arrived, Ryan called the meeting to order and had everyone introduce themselves. He was expecting a blast from the port bow and thought he might just defuse the sally by attempting to ally himself with the young Rev. Hasselworth. "Perhaps we could begin our sharing by having the good Reverend tell us what the HOLY scriptures say about violence." The young pastor was somewhat taken aback. He was expecting Ryan to begin by defending the gay liberal agenda and was just waiting for the right opportunity to torpedo this gay's attack on his crew's Christian faith. But here the faggot was, inviting him to expound on the Christian message. "The scriptures are clear that Jesus told us to turn the other cheek to those who do us harm and that the Christian ideal is to love thy neighbour as well as thy enemy." "Thank you Reverend. I am not a member of your church, but I would say that you have expressed the Christian creed correctly and clearly. The reason we are here in this growth group is to reflect on violence vs. conflict resolution, to share on the question of fighting or of making ourselves into peacemakers. We are not here to put anyone on trial, nor to accuse anyone of anything. I am not your judge; I have offered my professional services to help facilitate this group to come to a better understanding of the virtue of tolerance. Would someone else like to make a comment about the purpose of this group?" The ringleader of the attack and most reluctant to accept responsibility was the first to speak. "Maybe we went about it in the wrong way, but we don't want any flaming fags in our school." Said Roger, a strong handsome young man, in great shape and bigger than his classmates. "Thank you for sharing that, Roger. I'm glad you had the confidence and valour to say what you are thinking. I congratulate you." Ryan said, very much aware of the hostility in the young man's voice. "Does anyone else feel the same way." The four other boys realized that Roger had bared his flank and weren't about to jump on what they thought might soon become a sinking ship. "I believe what my son was trying to say is that we Christians have the right to maintain a good atmosphere in our school This is why we have chosen to send our children to a private school." Roger's mother said eloquently in an attempt to defend her son's position. "Thanks for that clarification. Does anyone else want to comment on the purpose of this group, namely to reflect and learn healthy ways for the resolution of conflict?" Ryan said, avoiding a head on collision with Roger's mother, who was beginning to declare herself the 'alpha female' of the group. "Personally, I am happy to hear you clarify the group's purpose that way. We were afraid that this was going to be a soap box for defending the perverse life style that is clearly condemned by the Bible." The Pastor interjected, shooting his first salvo in Ryan's direction. "No reverend, I can assure you that I am not here to 'corrupt' these young men with my ideas of the meaning of scripture; nor to sell them my gay life-style. I would rather use the time more productively, following Roger's mother's suggestion, to talk about peoples' rights. Reverend would you say that each person's rights are absolute?" "What do you mean by absolute?" The pastor asked, being ignorant of basic philosophical concepts and also wary of any intellectual trap he suspected that Ryan might be setting for him. "Well, I think you would say that God's rights are absolute, that is limitless; but that human's are not as perfect as God and therefore their rights are always limited." Ryan explained patiently, trying not to blame the man for his limited basic education. "That would be correct. As I understand you, my freedom is limited by your freedom. My right to own things is limited by your property rights." The pastor said showing his keen intelligence and capacity to learn quickly. "Yes, reverend, that is what I meant to say and you said it better than I. So how would you apply that to what Roger's mother said about the right to maintain the school atmosphere a healthy one. Is that an absolute right?" The pastor thought for a moment, unaccustomed to thinking logically to a conclusion without citing a quick scriptural reference. "It means that parents and students do have the right to influence the school to be the best school it can be, but not at the cost of others' rights." "Boys what are some of the rights of students?" Ryan nodded in agreement to the pastor, who was feeling more relieved that Ryan was not trying to defend his life-style but was trying to move the discussion towards conflict resolution. He was however also frustrated that he was not being given the opportunity to expound on his prepared condemnation of homosexuals whom he believed would be condemned to the fires of Gehenna (that means 'hell,' but he would never think of using that word). Sandy, a flaxen-haired young man with blue eyes and an athletic build responded to Ryan's question. "We have the right to study, to make friends, to belong to the groups or teams that we want to." "Thank you, Sandy. That was a real good start. Can anyone think of some other rights?" Dean said, "The right to remain silent." And everyone laughed, including Ryan and the pastor. If Roger was the leader of the group, this dark-haired boy with the roman nose, was obviously the comic of the group. He too had the body of an athlete with the biggest biceps of the five. Ryan guessed he had a nice six pack too. The thought of one of his punches slamming into Mark's body made Ryan shudder. "Any other rights you boys can come up with?" Ryan pressed them further. "The right to be yourself and the right to live, the right to the pursuit of happiness, to be free." Carl said, taking a slap on the back of his head from his father for being a wise guy. Carl was also dark, with a cream-coloured skin and seemed to be hairless with very defined eyebrows which made him seem to be the more handsome in a pretty sort of way. "Thank you, Carl, in spite of your sassiness, you are correct. So it is important that as we defend all of those rights we also defend those same rights of everyone else. If they only apply to some then they are not rights, but only special privileges of a select few. As patriotic Americans we must obey the Bill of Rights for everyone or we make ourselves the enemy of our country which stands for freedom." Ryan clarified, appealing to the patriotism of the group. "Freedom yes, but not to break the law or push perversion down our throats." Roger's mother said, again taking the offensive. "You are so right! Not to break the law nor push anything down our throats. That means freedom to think as we please and freedom of speech." Ryan said gratefully to this full-blown woman, taking the wind out of her sails by agreeing with her. She felt uncomfortable every time he sided with her. She really wanted to put this fag in his place and was just biding her time to get off the shot that would silence this perverted homo that dared to agree with her! The pastor blushed as he realized the company he was keeping. "So when Mark, who is not a homosexual, was attacked which of his rights was offended?" Dean hung his head and said, "we almost took away his right to live!" "That is correct, Dean, Mark came very close to dying and you boys would have lost your freedom for a good many years in jail if not the death sentence. Gay bashing is a federal crime." "But he isn't gay!" Roger protested. "Doesn't matter. You guys thought he was and were motivated by anti-gay sentiments. So it would have carried the death sentence." "Oh my God," said Carl's mother as she began to cry at the realisation of the seriousness of what had happened. "What other of Mark's rights were abused?" Ryan pressed further, trying to keep the opposition from using the religious card before he could establish a solid basis for discussion. "His right to persue happiness," said Jack and his dad grined and pattered him on the shoulder. "That was well said, Mr. Crawford, thank you." Ryan commented noticing for the first time how shinny, smooth and broad shouldered tall afroamerican youth was. Dean followed up with: "his right to study, to think freely, and to express his ideas." "Very good Dean. So I hope that you not only understand that what you did was not only evil according to Jesus, but was also against the constitution which is the foundation of our country. In order to do good for your school you broke the Lord's commandment to love your neighbor or enemy and your broke the civil law as well. There is a principle of ethical behaviour which says 'the end does not justify the means.' Now what alternative do we have, to express our own beliefs and not offend against the rights of others?" Ryan asked the group. "To make the school better and not take away anyone's rights." "We could have started a campaign against homosexuality!" Roger said. "Yes, Roger, that would have been a much better approach. It is legal, and doesn't offend against the Constitution." "And it expresses our Religious beliefs!" said the pastor. "However, it would also be an open invitation for those gay students in the school to also campaign and express their beliefs. So you would bring the controversy right out in the open, and I think you guys were trying to make the whole 'gay' question just go away." "Yes that is what we want, we want the whole perverted affair to just go away!" Said Roger's mother. "I see." Ryan said. "And if your son said he was gay, would you like him to just go away?" "My son is not gay, how dare you?" answered the woman more like a belligerent battleship than the peaceful sailing vessel one would expect a motherly woman to resemble. "Yeah, who're you calling gay?" Roger followed his mother's lead and his father squirmed in his chair. "I am not calling anyone gay or outing anyone, please listen to the question: I said 'WHAT IF', he were gay, would you love him any less?" Ryan said, aiming his big gun. "Would any of you mothers or fathers love your sons any less IF they were homosexual?" Ryan insisted. The silence in the room was deafening. The levels of anxiety shot up higher than a tall ship's mast. Roger's father was the one to break the ice, "If my son was gay, I would love him the same." "Oh you pick a fine time to open your mouth! Who cares what you think, you pansy!" Roger's mother exclaimed. Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at Roger's father. "You bitch!" He angrily retorted, "You're always walking over everybody else's feelings. It was no surprise to me that our son attacked that boy. It was your fault. You made him believe he could not be a man until he hurt someone like you do every damn day of your life! Roger, I will always love you, strong or weak, sick or well, gay or straight, I will never reject you." Roger began to tear up, not so much from his father's words, which meant little to him, but more from the embarrassment of the public display of the never-ending fight between his parents in which he always felt like the pawn. "Please, lets not name call. Just take three deep breaths and lets calm ourselves down. I apologize to the group, for the difficult question I posed so early in our sessions." Ryan said, trying to defuse the situation by calling the attention to himself and away from Roger's parents. Carl's father spoke next. "There is nothing wrong with your question and I welcome the opportunity to answer it. Carl, I would be saddened to be told that you are gay, because I want the best for you and this world is very prejudiced against homosexuals. However, if you were to tell me and your mother that you preferred men to women, I would in no way care for you or love you any less." The other parents began giving their opinions and all agreed to one degree or another with Carl's father. "Dr. Loud, I think I can speak for this group and ask you to please convey to Mark our deepest regrets for what our son's did to him." Carl's dad said sincerely. "I will be happy to convey that message to him. But perhaps at some latter session we could invite him to join us and you can tell him yourselves." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, even the bitch, I mean Roger's lovely mother [You may have noticed, dear reader, during this session the author becoming perhaps too closely involved with the action. We'll try and restrain him in future - Ed.] Ryan decided to bring the meeting to a close before things got out of hand again, fearing he might need too much more time and energy to pull them back to order. Pastor Hasselworth congratulated Ryan sincerely on what he thought was a good therapeutic session in spite of the fact that he didn't get to present his scriptural quotes that he felt would definitively settle the gay question, but he had the next session to look forward to.