From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight)
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Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 14:52:26 UTC
Subject: _Power Struggle_ (M/M)
The following is a work of fiction and many parts of it will
contain gay sex scenes. In as many Chapters as possible I will
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The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Prologue
Only one snowfall had touched the pristine forest campus of
Marcourt so far that winter. As Mitchell and Alec walked across
it late that December, the few white patches left from that
storm had turned a dingy gray. It was a fairly cool day, and
they wore heavy winter coats unzipped slightly.
"What are your Christmas plans?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm going home to the farm. How about you?" Alec answered.
"It looks like Tim and I will be spending another Christmas
together here. I haven't heard from my parents yet this year
about Christmas plans, so they must have gotten the message over
the last couple of years."
"It's too bad your parents can't accept him. At least you have
a relationship though," Alec said, trying to cheer him up.
Mitchell nodded and smiled as he thought about Tim. "Yes, and
it's wonderful."
"Okay, enough already," Alec chided. "I'm jealous enough as it
is. I wish I could find somebody."
"You will. And when you do your parents will accept him too."
"You're right. My parents are very cool about it. My brother
is real supportive. Every time he talks about a girlfriend of
his he'll ask how my love life is."
"When are you--" Mitchell cut himself off as he sensed a mental
battle being waged just off to their right in a thick patch of
trees.
"What is it?" Alec asked.
Mitchell ran over to the secluded area with Alec close behind.
Peering through the green of the pines, he caught a disturbing
image. He recognized the man facing him since he was an
unforgettable figure with his military haircut colored green,
nose ring, and black leather coat with a variety of silver
chains hanging from it. Ben Strang.
This freshman was mentally forcing an upperclassman to undress
in the cold air, and the sneer upon his lean face told Mitchell
that he was enjoying it. Mitchell couldn't tell who the other
one was since his back was to him.
"Your nipples are really perky. The cold's getting to them,
huh?" Ben asked.
The upperclassman was standing there in only a tight pair of
white jockey shorts, and Mitchell figured Ben had plans for
those to go soon too. His next command confirmed that.
"Okay, now slowly pull down those shorts. I can't wait to see
your fat meat."
As Mitchell felt the mental compulsion follow this voice
command, he immediately snapped out and blocked it. Ben felt it
and spun around wildly to find the source. Mitchell and Alec
stepped forward.
"You better take this guy somewhere and get him dressed. Make
him forget all about this too," Mitchell told Alec.
"Sure."
Alec gently led the very confused man away as Ben and Mitchell
mentally took the other's measure.
"Mitchell Knight," Ben growled.
"What do you think you were doing?" Mitchell asked.
Ben chuckled. "Having fun."
"How did you get the power?"
Without any warning Ben turned and ran. Mitchell thought about
going after him but realized there was no point. He could
always find him later. Alec returned, and they continued their
walk to the parking lot.
"He's a freshman, isn't he?" Alec asked.
"Yeah. That's what really worries me. Obviously somebody
other than me can give the power now."
Alec nodded. "Ever since you found out that you gave it to
Tim, you've been wondering if others might develop that ability
too."
"It seems that someone has. And they decided to give it to
someone like Ben."
"Maybe it wasn't intentional. Maybe this person doesn't know
they can."
"That would be nice, but we still better find out whoever this
is and tell them if they really don't know."
Alec nodded. "And if they did it on purpose..."
"Then we could have a serious problem."
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
One
Alec dropped Mitchell off at the house that Mitchell now shared
with Tim, and they said their goodbyes since Alec would be
leaving for his parents later that day.
'Hi, hon,' Tim called out telepathically from somewhere inside
the house.
'Hi,' Mitchell answered.
Mitchell noticed a white envelope with his name on it sitting
on the kitchen table as he dropped off his things there.
Tentatively he opened it once he noticed the return address was
his parents. Tim entered the kitchen and put his arms around
Mitchell as he read the short letter. It took him a while to
finish it because he read it twice to make sure he'd understood
it completely. Then he turned to Tim.
"What did they have to say?" he asked.
"They want us to join them for Christmas," Mitchell said with
shock in his voice.
"Us? You and me?"
"Yes. I can't believe it."
Tim gave him a kiss and smiled. "So do you want to go?"
"Yeah, I guess. Do you want to?"
"Of course. I've been dying to meet the people who created the
love of my life," Tim answered.
Mitchell smiled and hugged him tight. "Then let's go."
The first day was kind of rough since Mitchell's parents were
extremely polite and nervous, but he took them aside that night
and persuaded them to act naturally. The next day things went
much better as his parents settled into their normal selves.
Mitchell knew that before the vacation was up they would
probably wind up talking about how they'd basically ignored
Tim's significance in Mitchell's life for the past three years,
but right now everything was going so well that Mitchell wasn't
interested in stirring things up.
His parents left for a small afternoon gathering across town,
and after Mitchell said goodbye, he went off in search of Tim.
He found him in the library looking through the vast collection.
He turned and smiled as Mitchell entered the room.
"Your parents seem much more at ease today," Tim commented.
"Yeah. I talked to them about it last night."
"Your father has quite a collection in here."
"Now you know where I get my love of English from."
"I certainly do."
Mitchell walked over to the closest bookcase and started
scanning the titles, picking up on many volumes that he'd read
over the years when he'd lived in the house. Tim came up behind
him and wrapped his arms around Mitchell's shoulders. He
planted a kiss on the back of his neck. Mitchell leaned back
against his lover and melted into him.
Tim slowly tugged Mitchell's shirt out from his pants and
slipped his hands up and inside to run them over the smooth
flesh of his chest. He playfully bit at the back of his neck as
his hands continued to explore his front. Then he started to
pull the shirt up farther until he was tugging it up to his
shoulders and trying to pulled it up over his head.
"Tim, what are you doing?" Mitchell whispered.
'What do you think?' he responded mentally, continuing to tug
at the shirt.
Mitchell grabbed his shirt and pulled it back down.
"What if my parents come back?" he asked, turning to face Tim.
Tim grinned wickedly and started pulling his shirt up again.
"Tim!"
"Don't worry, your parents are going to be gone for a while,"
Tim said. "We have time."
Mitchell slowly lifted his hands arms over his head as he
considered the argument. Tim pulled the shirt off his head,
mussing his brown hair in the process.
"But right here? In the library?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm an English professor. Books make me very hot."
"I don't know..."
Tim placed a hand over Mitchell's crotch and felt the hard
bulge there.
'Yes you do. You want to do it just as bad as I do.'
Mitchell smiled. 'Sex in my parent's house. Yeah, there's
something very...naughty about it.'
Tim chuckled and covered Mitchell's mouth with his own for a
long, forceful kiss. Then he spun Mitchell back around and
ground his crotch against Mitchell's ass while his hands
continued to play along his smooth chest. Then they dove to
work on the button on his pants. He kissed the back of
Mitchell's neck as he unzipped the pants and pushed them down
around his ankles.
Mitchell reached behind him and grabbed Tim's butt as he
continued grinding against Mitchell. His hands slipped inside
the white jockeys and lightly caressed his hard cock. He
massaged the drop of precum into the head of his dick before he
slid down Mitchell's underwear.
Tim planted kisses all the way down Mitchell's spine as he
dropped to his knees. His tongue traced circles around the
smooth cheeks of Mitchell's ass while he pulled the jockeys down
to Mitchell's ankles. Mitchell smiled as Tim reached up between
his legs to caress his balls and cock. After being together for
as long as they had, they knew exactly what each other liked.
With Tim's hands on his pants and underwear, Mitchell stepped
out of them. Then Tim was standing up behind him again in a
flash. His hand encircled Mitchell's erection while the other
cupped Mitchell's chin. He slowly started masturbating Mitchell
and more precum began oozing out.
Tim's hand disappeared for a second, and Mitchell felt him
working behind him. Then the hot sticky hardness of Tim's
erection slid between Mitchell's ass cheeks, and he knew what
Tim had been doing. Glancing down, Mitchell could see the head
of Tim's cock peeking out just under his balls. Tim pulled
Mitchell tight against him and continued grinding against him.
His hand began running quickly all over Mitchell's smooth flesh
as his pumping of Mitchell's cock grew faster. His cock slid
quickly between Mitchell's legs, and he pressed them shut to
create more friction for his lover. Soon he started to feel the
pressure build in his groin.
"Tim, we better stop before I shoot all over the floor,"
Mitchell gasped.
With one last slow stroke, Tim removed his hand.
"Let's go over to the window," he suggested.
There was a padded bench built between a break in the
bookshelves and right behind it was a long window stretching to
the ceiling.
"In the window?" Mitchell asked.
Tim just laughed as he slipped out of his pants and underwear.
He grabbed Mitchell's cock and led him by it over to the window.
He sat down with his back to the window.
"Climb up here," he ordered.
Mitchell placed a foot on either side of Tim to stand with his
erection right in Tim's face. Tim deftly took it into his mouth
and began to slowly dive down to the base. Mitchell stared out
into the front yard, thrilled by the idea of someone driving by
and catching them. His nerves were on fire from the sex play
between he and Tim, and he knew just a few plunges into Tim's
hot mouth would take him over the edge.
Tim gripped Mitchell's smooth buttocks and urged him to drive
his cock deep into his mouth. Mitchell did so and after a few
trips in and out, he surged forward suddenly as his orgasm
exploded. His whole body tensed, and he shot long streams of
semen into his lover's mouth.
Then he smiled down on Tim and bent over to give him a kiss on
the forehead.
"Now, what shall we do for you?" Mitchell asked, jumping down
from the bench.
But it was too late. The excitement of Mitchell's orgasm had
flowed into Tim and given him so much pleasure that he had come
as well. The evidence was spattered all over his legs and shirt.
"Hmm...it looks like we'll have to wait until later. We better
go upstairs and get you cleaned up," Mitchell said.
"Will you scrub my back?" Tim asked coyly.
"Of course."
Mitchell scooped up his clothes and raced upstairs to his room
with Tim right behind.
That Christmas removed many barriers between Mitchell and his
parents, and Mitchell was glad to see them become comfortable
with Tim and his relationship with Mitchell. They stayed for
over a week, but soon they had to return to school.
Tim took their luggage out to the car while Mitchell hugged his
mother goodbye.
"We'll come back soon," he promised.
"Good."
Then Mitchell turned to his father for a goodbye, but before he
could say anything, a terrible sense of dread overwhelmed him.
His sixth sense ordered him to turn, run, and drop to his knees
all at the same time. He looked over at Tim who was heading
back towards the house and saw a blue car pull up at the end of
the driveway. From the passenger window a gun barrel appeared.
"Tim!" Mitchell shouted and started running towards him.
As Tim turned a bullet caught him in the left shoulder. Then
another hammered into his stomach, and he dropped to the ground.
Mitchell couldn't ignore his power any longer, and he'd fallen
for cover. More bullets ricocheted against the car which was
now serving as his shield, and then the car sped off.
Before Mitchell could even reach Tim to find out if he was
okay, he knew. That rosy light in his head he'd always felt
since growing close to Tim was gone completely.
Tim was dead.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Two
Mitchell wandered the cold void of his mind constantly hoping
to find some last flicker of life to signal Tim's return, but
his rational mind always brought him back to harsh reality. Tim
was dead, and his tender warmth would never again soothe
Mitchell when he was hurt. And right now Mitchell felt a deep
pain as he tried to adjust to life without his lover.
After the police had conducted their investigation and taken
away Tim's body, his parents had sheltered Mitchell from the
rest of the world. His grief had eliminated time as Mitchell
drifted in and out of sleep and tears. He vaguely remembered
his father telling him something about hiring security guards.
Finally Mitchell got up and showered trying to gather himself
together. He went downstairs for something to eat. His mother
talked to him while he ate, but he forgot most of it. She
mentioned that the funeral would be later on that day, and
Mitchell remembered answering that he would be going.
Then his thoughts turned to the circumstances of Tim's death.
He couldn't understand who would have wanted either of them
dead. As he tried to wrap his mind around this, he paid a visit
to his father.
"Have the police caught the people who did it?"
He shook his head. "No, Mitchell. The only information we
could give them was a description of the car, and since we
couldn't see the license plate, that wasn't much. And since
none of us could come up with a suspect, the case is moving
pretty slow."
Mitchell nodded.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Brushing the question aside, Mitchell said, "I want to know who
did this."
Then he turned and left the office to return to his room. He
tried to reach Alec at school and found out from his roommate
that he was still at home. Puzzled, Mitchell tried that number.
"Mitchell, I've been worried about you. I've called there
several times, but your parents said you couldn't come to the
phone. What's going on?" Alec asked once he came to the phone.
The tears came again as Mitchell told Alec about Tim's murder.
Alec murmured comforting words while Mitchell cried.
"I can't believe he's dead. Mitchell, I'm so sorry."
"Thanks."
"I'm lucky to be alive too," Alec began.
"What do you mean?"
"Somebody tried to kill me a few days ago."
These words snapped Mitchell back into focus immediately, and a
suspicion began to worm its way into his mind.
"They must be related," Mitchell said. "Somebody wanted all
three of us dead."
"Who could--?"
"I think you know, and so do I. Look, the funeral is this
afternoon. As soon as it's over I'm coming to see you. We need
to look out for each other now in case they try again. Plus
it's time for us to decide what we're going to do."
"Do you really think it's--"
"We'll talk about it when I get there."
Now the anger which had been floating aimlessly had its target
in one man: Richard Lord.
After the funeral, Mitchell slipped away from his parents after
a quick goodbye and made his way to Alec's farm. There he
tearfully found comfort in his friend's arms before they sat
down to talk.
"So you think it's Richard Lord," Alec said.
Mitchell nodded. "that's the only name I can come up with.
You and I were the ones who basically destroyed Jack, and he's
always blamed Tim for my turning against them."
"But why do you suppose he waited this long for revenge?"
"I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out ever since
we talked. There must be some other reason..."
"Do you know what happened to him after he graduated?" Alec
asked.
"No."
"Maybe if we could find out--I still talk to Mark every once in
a while. He probably would know what Rich's up to."
The memory of steamy shower sex with the black man rose up in
Mitchell's mind at the mention of Mark's name.
"Yeah, he and Rich were pretty tight even though Mark didn't
have a mean streak to him. Go ahead and give him a call."
"I've got his number upstairs. I'll be right back."
Alec left the room, and Mitchell got up to look around the
room. Several old pictures of Alec were scattered about. One
showed him at about age twelve with his little brother standing
in front of a lake. Mitchell couldn't help but smile at the
infectious smile on the little boy's face, a sharp contrast to
Alec's more serious expression.
"You're not going to believe this," Alec said as he returned.
Mitchell turned from where he had been examining the
photographs.
"Rich is working at Marcourt in the admissions office," Alec
continued.
That discovery made an instant connection in Mitchell's mind.
"I bet he's got something to do with what happened right before
we left--"
"I thought the same thing."
"No wonder he's sent out people to get rid of us. He's up to
something, and he didn't want us to find out and stop him."
Alec nodded. "There's more. Mark also told me that he thought
Paul was working at Marcourt too. He wasn't sure what exactly
he was doing though."
"Together forever those two. I've got to go to Marcourt and
find out what those two have planned."
"I'm coming with."
"Okay, let's go," Mitchell said, heading for the door.
"I've got to pick up my brother first. I dropped him off a
couple hours ago at the pool. Let's go pick him up, and then we
can leave."
The small town of Rawley had one main street that served as the
location for practically every business located there. At the
west end of this street was the high school with the only pool
in town. Alec parked in front, and he and Mitchell got out to
head up the steps, but a short wet haired youth pushed open the
door before they were halfway there. He grinned at them both,
and the cute dimpled smile identified him as Alec's brother.
"Mitchell, this is my brother Keith," Alec said.
While he was only three years younger than Alec, he was quite a
bit shorter than his brother. He stood at about 5'6", and he
didn't have the thick curly hair of his brother. His was thin
and close cropped. He was thin like Alec, but he had more upper
body mass to him with broad shoulders and what Mitchell imagined
would be a defined chest. Keith had an innocent air about him,
something that undoubtedly came from living in a small farming
community and not experiencing the harsher elements of the world.
"Nice to meet you," Keith said, firmly shaking Mitchell's hand.
That easy-going smile again popped to his face.
"Yeah, nice--"
Suddenly sharp anxiety seized him, and a half warning slipped
from his mouth before he started pushing Alec to the ground.
The shot caught Alec in the shoulder as he fell to the ground
with Mitchell on top of him. Keith had bolted to the other side
and was glancing wildly about.
Mitchell looked up and across the street to see where the
shooter was. A man was running across the roof of the car
dealership, heading for the stairs at the other end.
"Keith, call an ambulance and the police. I'm going after
him," Mitchell yelled.
With that he teleported. Mitchell stood right in front of the
man who was too surprised to slow his forward movement.
Mitchell easily tripped him up, and the gun went flying across
the smooth concrete. Then Mitchell was inside the man's mind
easily commanding his every movement. By the time the police
arrived the would-be assassin was admitting that Richard Lord
had hired him.
Mitchell followed the ambulance in Alec's car with Keith beside
him.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" Keith asked. Gone now was
the casual boyish air of before, replaced with deep concern.
"I'm sure he will," Mitchell said. "The bullet caught him in
the shoulder."
"I don't understand what's going on. This is the second time
someone's tried to kill my brother. Why is this happening?"
"I'm not exactly sure. Partly it's because we pissed off some
dangerous people a few years ago, and I think they're involved
in something illegal right now that they're worried we were
going to find out about."
"We've got to stop them."
Mitchell nodded. "I'm going to, just as soon as I make sure
your brother's going to be all right."
"I'm going to help you," Keith said. "Nobody messes with my
brother and gets away with it."
* * *
"That should take care of Alec," Rich explained to Paul as they
sat across from each other in leather armchairs enjoying an
after dinner drink. "I doubt he'll be able to escape death
twice. Nobody is that lucky."
"And you're convinced that Mitchell will take this as a
warning?" Paul asked.
"At the very least. I'm hoping that I might even be able to
convince him to join us. That boyfriend of his was the one who
turned Mitchell against us in the first place."
"What if he still tries to stop us?"
Richard shrugged. "He can try. This army is stronger though.
Nothing is going to stop us this time. Jack was too timid.
We'll go to any lengths, and a simple obstacle like Mitchell
Knight won't stand in our way."
"We still don't have very many members--"
"That's why you need to keep doing your job. The more money we
get for scholarships, the more people we can bring in and
convert."
"I'm working on it."
"I know. That's enough business for tonight. Did you arrange
something for entertainment?"
"Yes," Paul answered. "He's upstairs."
Paul got up and headed for the stairs. Rich followed with an
eager grin on his face. In the master bedroom Rich laid eyes
on a lanky youth sprawled out on the bed watching TV.
"Seth," Rich greeted him, recognizing one of their latest
recruits.
"Hi," he said.
Paul shut off the TV and went to sit on the edge of the bed.
Rich vaguely remembered seeing the freshman naked and liking
what he'd seen. He couldn't wait to take a long look at the
young man tonight.
"Why don't you take off all those clothes and get comfortable?"
Richard suggested, sitting down in an armchair next to the bed.
Seth grinned and stood up between the bed and the chair. His
6'4" frame was just a couple inches taller than Rich's, but he
didn't have a muscular, solid build. His thin arms pulled his
shirt up over his thin smooth waist and chest. It mussed up his
short black hair as he pulled it off and dropped it to the
floor. His hairless chest had slight muscle development and
large brown nipples.
Then the freshman unbuttoned his pants, and they dropped easily
to his ankles after he unzipped them. His legs were almost
completely hairless and to the watching eyes, very sexy.
Richard stretched out an arm and ran his fingers over the smooth
flesh before backing away to allow Seth to finish.
Pulling down the white briefs Paul and Richard could see the
small patch of black pubic hair and then a sight that brought a
smile to both their faces. Seth was quite well hung with a
thick, long cock. Richard reached out and stroked it, teasing
it to what must have been ten inches in length.
"Very nice," Rich commented. "Paul, you're looking pretty
uncomfortable in those clothes over there. Why don't you take
them off and put your mouth around this thing?"
Paul grinned and eagerly stripped off his clothes. Rich
glanced at the familiar nude figure of his best friend. They'd
shared so much sex together and with other people that Rich
could picture Paul naked in his mind. He had a smooth athletic
body with a patch of brown hair between his nicely formed pecs.
His circumsized cock was average length with a curly nest of
brown hair at its base.
Rich started undressing while he watched Paul start to deep
throat Seth's dick. Richard's body was heavily muscled with a
thick covering of orangish hair. After pulling down his briefs
he began stroking his penis into an erection. Then he went to
Paul's toy drawer and pulled out a large ebony dildo and a tube
of lubricant.
Seth had laid down on his back on the bed with Paul bent
between his legs sucking away on his cock when Richard joined
them.
"Get up on all fours," Rich ordered.
Paul flipped over, and Seth straddled his face with his smooth
ass sticking out for Richard. Paul fastened his mouth on Seth's
cock again, and Seth slowly fed its length in and out. Rich
squirted the lube all along the dark dildo and then put some on
Seth's little pink hole.
He rubbed the slick dildo against the hole and then started to
push forward. Seth cooperated by pushing back, and the small
tip slid inside. Then Rich continued to apply pressure as he
worked the larger base of it into Seth's tight ass. Low groans
from Seth greeted each inch of progress until Rich had buried
the dildo deeply into his hole.
Relaxing against Paul's body as he slipped the dildo in and out
of Seth, he felt a hard pole against his ass. Grinning, Rich
reached around behind him and started sliding his hand up and
down Paul's cock. Precum leaked from the tip. Rich could tell
Seth's hard dick was really turning Paul on.
Rich rubbed some lubricant into Paul's cock and then coated his
hole and as far as he could reach inside himself. Then he
started to lower himself onto Paul's erection as he speeded up
his ramming of Seth's ass. He slid down onto Paul's cock and
relaxed until he felt the pubic hair against his ass. Then he
started to slide up and down on the cock. The black dildo slid
in and out of Seth in sync with his motions on Paul's dick.
Rich watched as Seth's hole puckered in and out as the dildo
pulled the flesh.
Sweat started to dot Seth's flesh as his cramming of Paul's
mouth continued. Peeking under Seth's large balls, Rich watched
Paul continue to take Seth's meat. While Rich watched he
noticed a sudden change in Seth's body. The muscles in his long
legs suddenly bunched up, and Rich could see them clearly under
the smooth flesh. He pulled out of Paul, and Rich rammed the
dildo deep into Seth.
Long ropes of cream shot from Seth's dick to bathe Paul's face
while Seth groaned and thrust into Paul's hand which was
finishing him off. When the last bit of semen leaked from
Seth's cock, Rich pulled the dildo out and laid it down next to
them.
"That felt great," Seth sighed, rolling off Paul and laying
down beside him.
"Good, now it's your turn to get me off. Get your mouth on
this cock," Rich ordered.
His erection was red with excitement and the veins bulged out
along its length. This image soon disappeared as Seth eagerly
followed Rich's order. While Seth blew Rich, Paul let his
tongue skip all over Seth's ass and inside the hole made a
little wider by the dildo. Rich bumped up and down on Paul's
cock while he ran his hands over Seth's sticky flesh.
Soon the combination of Seth's mouth on his dick and Paul's
meat sliding in and out of his ass took Rich over the edge. He
sprayed Seth's tonsils with his milky juice. The contractions
in his anus brought an intense orgasm to Paul as well. Biting
into the smooth white flesh of Seth's ass, Paul shot his wad
into Rich.
"Seth, you'll have to stop by again for an encore," Rich said
as they bid goodnight to the freshman.
"Count on it."
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Three
"He'll need some time to recover in the hospital, but he'll be
just fine," the doctor assured them.
Mitchell sighed with relief. He'd been trying to think
positively the whole time and despite all his assurances to
Keith, he wasn't sure whether Alec would make it. Now he knew
Alec would be okay and that meant it was time for him to find
out why Rich had sent an assassin after him.
"Can we go see him now?" Alec's mother asked.
"Of course," the doctor answered. "Follow me."
Keith followed his parents but pulled back when he noticed
Mitchell wasn't with them.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to call the police and see if they've arrested Rich
yet. Go on, I'll join you guys in a minute."
Keith nodded and then went to catch up with his parents.
Mitchell dropped some coins into the pay phone and called the
number Officer Bratton had given him after the police had
finished questioning he and Keith.
"Yeah, Mitchell. We've got some good news," the man told him
once he came to the line.
"I'm glad to hear that. What is it?"
"Richard Lord was arrested a couple hours ago. He's in custody
now in Harlinden."
"Great." So now Mitchell had a starting point.
He went to Alec's room and saw his friend was pale but awake.
He relayed the good news and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At least now they could feel a little better about Alec's
safety.
"Now that I know you're all right, I'm going to talk to Rich,"
Mitchell told him.
"And I'm going with to help," Keith added.
"Are you sure that's a good idea. He probably won't say
anything," Alec said.
"I need to. I need to face him and make him admit to what he
did and then..." here Mitchell's jaw hardened as thoughts of
torturing Rich surfaced.
"I understand," Alec whispered. "You two be careful."
The drive back to Marcourt was very quiet. Mitchell battled
with feelings of anger, hatred, and sadness as he played over in
his mind different scenarios he envisioned for when he would be
alone with Rich. Keith respected his silence and flipped
through Sports Illustrated to keep himself occupied.
When they pulled up outside the Harlinden police department,
Keith moved to follow Mitchell out of the car.
"Keith, I want you to stay here. I need to do this by myself."
He merely nodded and took his hand from the door handle.
Mitchell strode inside the police station and walked up to the
desk.
"I'd like to see Richard Lord."
After signing in and being searched, the officer took him back
to the holding cells and let him through the first barrier.
Mitchell saw Rich lying on his back staring up at the ceiling in
the third cell.
"Do you want to go in?" the officer asked.
Mitchell shook his head.
"You've got 15 minutes."
Then he turned and left, locking the door behind him.
"Mitch, I'm so glad you took the time to come and see me," Rich
said, getting up and walking over to the bars that separated
them.
"I should kill you," Mitchell whispered harshly.
"Now is that anyway to greet an old friend?"
"Friend? You killed Tim. How--"
"I did you a favor. He corrupted you. Turned you against us
and the cause. I--"
Mitchell lashed out, mentally squeezing Rich's mind. Rich
stumbled backwards under the onslaught but quickly built up his
defenses and brought down the pressure. Mitchell backed off.
"Did me a favor? You sick bastard. I loved Tim with all that
I am, and you took him away from me. You deserve to die."
"Mitch, calm down. We're standing on the edge of a new era,
and we're alike, you and I. We're like brothers."
"A new era? What do you mean?" Mitchell asked.
Richard chuckled. He leaned against the bars and looked
intently at Mitchell through them.
"Jack was too soft. Now that I'm in control, nothing is going
to stop us."
"Us? Who's us? You mean you've started it all over again at
Marcourt?" Mitchell asked, voicing the thought he'd suspected
ever since the incident with Ben before Christmas.
"Yes."
"But how? Who's giving the new ones the power?"
"I am."
"No," Mitchell whispered, his eyes opening wide. "No."
"Yes. And we're not stopping with school boards. We're
dealing with these hate groups head on. Remember Justin Claric?
We're responsible for that."
Justin Claric...Mitchell knew that name, but from where?
"It's over now!" Mitchell declared. "You're here, and they've
got enough evidence to make sure you stay locked up for a long
time."
Richard grinned. "I'm here because I want to be. I'm having a
lot of fun with all these cops around. Men in blue really turn
me on, but when I get tired of this place, I'll just walk out,
and the cops will help me."
Horrified, Mitchell realized he was right. With his powers,
which apparently had grown in strength since they'd last seen
each other, Richard could easily command an officer to allow him
to walk right out of jail.
"I'll stop you," Mitchell warned.
The door opened at the end of the hall, and the officer told
him that his time was up.
"Join us, Mitch. What we're doing is only helping people like
you," Rich whispered.
"I'm going to fight you every way I know how," Mitchell vowed
and then turned his back and walked out.
"How did it go?" Keith asked.
"Not good. We're going to Marcourt. There's some things I
need to look into, and this time I'm going to need your help."
* * *
Richard smiled to himself as he lay on his cot in the cell.
He'd just heard the first door swing open and the hollow
footsteps of the guard as he entered the block. This would be
the night officer, a very cute young blond guy with sexy full
pink lips. Rich couldn't wait until he could have those lips
wrapped around his hard dick.
He got up and went to his door and saw the cop start to walk
past his cell.
"Hi, cutie."
"Shutup, prisoner. Get back to bed," the young man barked.
"But it's so lonely sleeping all by myself," Richard whispered,
setting his powers to work.
The guard stopped and appeared to consider something.
"Yeah, I guess it would be," he answered.
"Why don't you come in here and spend the night?"
"No, I--"
Rich added a little mental tweak and soon the guard was
fumbling with his keys and unlocking the door. He stepped
inside.
"On second thought, I guess I'm not really tired right now.
Let's have a little fun first. You like fun, don't you?"
The guard nodded: a puppet in Richard's command. Rich chuckled.
"Give me those handcuffs," Rich ordered.
He handed them over readily.
"Now let me see that hot pig body of yours."
Richard slowly applied pressure as the guard appeared ready to
fight him again, but soon he was unbuttoning the heavily
starched shirt and pulling it off to reveal a white cotton
T-shirt stretched tightly across his well-toned torso. Then he
pulled this up and over his blond head, and Richard enjoyed the
sight of the muscular chest dusted with blond hairs.
Then the guard was unbuckling the big black belt and pushing
down his tight pants and white Jockeys. Richard reached out and
grabbed the thick limp cut cock.
"Very nice. You like it when I tough you, don't you? You're
getting hard."
And then, of course, he was. Richard stroked the length of the
nice smooth cock.
"You like being tied up too. I think I'll handcuff you right
now so you'll be happy."
Richard forced the guard to his knees next to the barred wall
and handcuffed his hands through one of the bars. Then he
pushed down his pants a little and presented his erection to the
guard.
"Now you're going to suck on this. Real good. I'm going to
like it a lot, right?"
The guard nodded and opened his mouth. Richard rammed his cock
all the way home, mentally bypassing the gag reflex in the cop.
Then he focused in his control on the man's mouth muscles and
started giving himself a great blowjob.
The guard sucked hard and his tongue danced all around the
sensitive parts of Rich's cock as Rich pushed it in and out of
the guard's hot mouth. He grabbed the sides of the man's head
and just really gave it to him fast and furious. At the last
moment before he was to come, Rich yanked his dick out and
finished by hand. He spouted white cum all over the guard's
hair and face, groaning like a wild bear the whole time.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Richard asked, pulling up his
pants. "You like that cum all over your face?"
The man's dick was throbbing with Richard's invented excitement.
"You're ready to come right now, aren't you? Without even
touching that pretty little dick."
And Richard set about enhancing the pleasure center until the
man's cock bulged up real big and then started spewing his seed
all over the floor and up across his chest. Richard chuckled.
"Good boy. Now here's your dessert."
Richard ran his finger through the come on the cop's face and
fed it to him. Then he planted a big wet kiss on the officer's
face. He picked up the keys from the floor and strolled out of
his cell.
"Maybe I'll see you in the next life, big boy."
* * *
"Okay, this is probably going to feel a little funny, so just
close your eyes and you'll make it through a little better,"
Mitchell explained.
"We're going to teleport?" Keith asked again, still skeptical.
"Yes. I figured it would be easier than trying to break into
the admissions office."
"I understand that, but--teleport?"
Mitchell just shook his head and took Keith's hand. "Close
your eyes."
Keith did so, and Mitchell envisioned the admissions office in
his mind. Then suddenly they were standing right in the middle
of the dark office.
"You actually did it!" Keith exclaimed.
"Shh. Now get to work."
Keith nodded and flicked on his flashlight. Mitchell followed
suit, and they went off in separate directions to examine the
file cabinets. Soon Keith was calling him over to his side of
the room.
"These two drawers are labeled 'Recent Admissions,'" Keith
explained, pointing.
Mitchell nodded. He took out the folders in the top and
dropped them on a nearby desk while Keith leafed through the
other drawer. Mitchell noticed they were all fairly large
folders and he soon found out why.
He discovered that most of them contained references to sealed
police files or more recent convictions on things like assault
and robbery. One new student even had a murder under his belt.
Other files included case histories on mental illness. Some
listed psychiatrists to call. Mitchell just shook his head.
How could people like this get into Marcourt?
In looking at their grade sheets, Mitchell noticed failing
marks and others that weren't much better. Another interesting
thing Mitchell noted was the reference to all of them having
received a Jackson Maroe scholarship.
Keith gave a high whistle.
"What is it?" Mitchell asked.
"This is sure some great school you go to. You should see some
of these people," Keith said.
"I think my files look a lot like yours."
Mitchell picked up his stack and went to the photocopier to
copy some of the information. As he did so he wondered where
all the money was coming from for the scholarships. Was Richard
the executor of Jack's estate? And would Jack have had enough
money to send that many people and probably more to this school?
There were still a few things Mitchell didn't understand, but
what he knew already had him very very worried.
"Let's get out of here," Mitchell said after he put the files
back.
He took Keith's hand, and they teleported out.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Four
Mitchell woke up the next morning on the couch and looked
mournfully around the living room of the house he and Tim had
shared. Last night he realized that sleeping in the bed he and
Tim had slept in together for so long was going to be too
difficult for him, so he'd let Keith sleep there. As he sat up
he felt tears threaten to start again, but Mitchell shoved them
aside. He'd done enough crying before falling asleep last
night. Now was the time for action.
He got up, showered and dressed. Then he went to the kitchen
and tried to find something to fix for breakfast.
"Hey, Mitchell," Keith called, walking into the kitchen wearing
a T-shirt and boxers. His hair was sticking up in back, and
Mitchell couldn't help but smile at the adorable image.
"Good morning. I'm working on breakfast here. Want to join
me?"
"Sure," he answered, covering a yawn with the back of his hand.
He sat down, and Mitchell finished cooking the eggs while the
bagels thawed out in the microwave. Soon he was joining Keith
at the table.
"What's next?" Keith asked as he plowed through the meal.
"More travelling," Mitchell answered.
"Really? Where?"
"All over the country. Rich was right, he'll be free sooner
than I'd like and back to building up his army. The only way
we're going to stop him is by making our own army to fight him.
I'm going to contact some old classmates and people that went to
Marcourt before and try and convince them to help," Mitchell
explained.
"You don't sound too confident," Keith commented.
"I'm not. Not everyone disagrees with Rich or Jack."
"Are there lots of people out there with powers like yours?"
"I don't know yet. I'll start with those I know about for sure
and get more names as I go."
"What kinds of things can you do? Control people and teleport?"
"And read minds. I can also give some of these abilities to
others."
"Yeah, just some of them. I know Alec can't just pop around
wherever, and I don't know whether he can read minds or not.
How come you can do more?"
Mitchell shrugged.
"And now Rich can give the power to others too."
"Yes."
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Give others these powers."
Mitchell smiled. "You'd like to have them, wouldn't you?"
"Of course. I want to help out too. If I could control people
and stuff I could fight Rich."
"I'm pretty sure you're not up to it."
Keith scowled. "Why not? I can take anything."
"The only way I know of to give the power is through anal sex."
Keith turned a little green and shook his head. "I see."
"That's how Alec and I got them and how I gave them to..."
"You were right, I'm definitely not up to that. I guess I'll
just have to help out in other ways."
Mitchell chuckled. "Now you know part of the reason all the
people with these abilities are gay."
Keith nodded. "Look, I'm going to catch a shower before we
leave."
"Go ahead. I've got to make a phone call."
Keith headed for the bathroom, and Mitchell cleaned up. Then
he called Devon, a sophomore who Mitchell had befriended last
year when they'd been in a poetry class together. He knew some
of the history of Marcourt and the strange goings on from years
past, so Mitchell felt he could trust him.
After Mitchell quickly caught him up on what had been happening
since Christmas, he finally got down to the reason for his call.
"I'm going to be travelling quite a bit in the next few weeks
as I try to find people to help me, and I won't be able to keep
tabs on things here. Do you think you could keep an eye out for
me?"
"Sure. I'll do what I can," Devon readily offered.
"Great. Be careful, Devon. They can be dangerous, and you
know the powers they possess. Don't poke your nose too deep."
"Got ya."
"Okay, thanks."
"Good luck."
Once Keith was ready to go, they piled into the car and headed
out onto the highway. Mitchell planned to visit Jim first since
he knew he was working in Dixon, just 30 miles away. He would
probably have names and current addresses of others whom
Mitchell could continue with. Plus Jim was a friend who had
agreed with Mitchell when he took his stand against Jack. He
felt fairly confident that Jim would help once he knew what was
going on.
"Have you heard of a guy named Justin Claric?" Mitchell asked
Keith suddenly, remembering the name Rich had mentioned. For
some reason Mitchell felt certain he'd heard it somewhere
before, but he still couldn't place it.
"Sure. He was the leader of the Old American Family
Traditional Values Way of Life," Keith answered.
Mitchell nodded. "Yeah, they took a strong anti-gay stance,
didn't they?"
"Until Claric committed suicide."
"He did?"
"It was big news, I'm surprised you didn't hear about it,"
Keith said.
"No wait, it's coming back to me now. He jumped from his hotel
balcony, didn't he? And he left a note telling how he was
secretly gay, and he couldn't live with the fact that he was
hurting people just like himself."
"That's the guy. The organization he founded never really was
the same afterwards and wound up breaking up because of it."
And Rich set it all up Mitchell realized. He had to admire the
way one event was able to disarm the hate group, but at the same
time Mitchell felt sick to his stomach with the knowledge that
these special abilities had been abused in the murder of a human.
"Now I understand," Mitchell said out loud, more to himself
than to Keith. "How do you know so much about Claric and his
organization?"
"My church is into all that kind of stuff, supporting all those
kind of groups."
Mitchell glanced at Keith, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Do you agree with them?"
Keith shook his head. "On some things. I think they get a
little crazy when it comes to talking about something like the
'gay agenda.' I love my brother and don't have a problem with
him being gay, and I know that he's not trying to convert
anybody or anything psycho like that. Sometimes I think that
people just make up things like the 'gay agenda' so they can
make money for their cause."
Mitchell nodded. "Is it okay if I just drop you off at the
hotel? I think it may be better if I meet with Jim myself."
"Sure."
Mitchell swung by the building and checked in. He left Keith
there and then headed out to find Jim's apartment. After Jim's
initial surprise at seeing his old friend, they quickly settled
down to business. After Mitchell caught him up on events at
Marcourt and with Richard, Jim quickly lent his support.
"There's another guy you might want to talk to," Jim broke in
as he was listing some more people for Mitchell to contact.
"Who's that?"
"His name is Alan Sinclair. Gregg is working for him right
now. He's a very rich and influential man who just happened to
go to Marcourt right when Jack started working there."
"You're saying he's got the power too?" Mitchell asked.
Jim nodded. "He's a real smart guy. If you're going to see
Gregg, I'd definitely suggest talking to Sinclair too."
"I will."
"How are you holding up, Mitch? Things must be really tough
since Tim died."
"They have been, but I'm doing okay."
"Good. Where are you staying?"
"I've got a room in town. I'm travelling with Alec's little
brother. He's helping out."
"You're welcome to stay with me tonight if you want," Jim
offered.
"No thanks."
"Are you sure? There's a nice warm spot right next to me in
the bed," Jim hinted.
Mitchell shook his head.
They talked a little afterwards about different classmates from
their past before Mitchell returned to his hotel.
* * *
Something about the ceremony always got Rich excited. His
erection was poking out the soft silk fabric of his robe, and he
dropped his hand to lightly stroke it as he watched Paul prepare
the next initiate.
They were gathered in a basement room of Rich's house. The
entire barren room was lit by a few black candles. The main
piece of furniture was a small bed in the center of the room.
On it lay the naked, inert form of Jack Maroe still trapped in
his perpetually blissful state as fantasies continued to hold
him prisoner.
Paul stood at the foot of the bed wearing a black silk robe
like Rich's. He was slowly undressing a large young man. As
his shirt was tossed away, Richard noticed scars marking several
places on his muscular torso. This boy had seen a lot of action
in his few years on earth. It had made him cold inside and
willing to fight to death for his freedom.
Soon Paul had him stripped, and Rich allowed himself a slow
inspection of the Black man's nicely formed body. He was shaved
clean to show off his muscles. Even his crotch was free of
hair. Rich felt his dick spasm at the thrill this little fetish
gave him.
"Stone, are you ready to accept the power and fight with your
Brothers?" Richard asked.
He nodded.
Richard and Paul shed their robes then, and Richard smiled at
Stone's obvious appreciation of his naked body. The large organ
between Stone's muscular legs began to rise to attention.
"Turn around and bend over," Richard ordered.
He did so, and Paul grabbed the lubricant. Squirting some on
his fingers, he slowly applied it to the brown button nestled
between the man's cheeks. Stone pushed back against this
intrusion, obviously enjoying it. Paul noticed that his ass
easily loosened up, so he put away the lube.
Rich and Paul helped Stone up onto the bed, and Richard noticed
the Jack's dick was starting to inflate for the ceremony. Of
course it did this fairly regularly, so it could be depended
upon at almost any moment.
Stone slowly lowered himself on the small hard organ until he
was sitting squarely upon Jack's crotch. Then he started to
push himself back up until the tip was just at the outside of
his anus before he again plunged the length of the cock into his
ass.
While Stone impaled himself on Jack, Rich gestured to Paul who
came around to the other side.
"Blow me," Rich whispered.
Paul immediately dropped to his knees and engulfed Rich's dick.
This was hardly the first time Rich had asked him to do this.
He knew how excited Rich got watching some young stud get fucked
by Jack's unconscious body.
Stone was really getting into it, pumping that cock into his
body as quickly as possible. Sweat sprang up on his body as he
continued to exert himself. Richard watched Jack's body
convulse, and he felt himself explode. The idea of that special
semen pouring into Stone's body was enough to make him cum into
Paul's mouth.
Then Rich and Paul went to the bed where Stone had collapsed on
top of Jack. They lifted the young man off and carried him into
the next room to recover. When he awoke he would be another
soldier in their army for equal rights.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Five
"Tim?" Mitchell asked, shock but delight infusing him as he saw
the familiar ponytailed blond head.
Tim turned around and smiled. He put down the book he was
reading and gestured for Mitchell to join him on the couch.
Mitchell rushed over and wrapped his arms around his lover. Tim
warmly returned the gesture.
"But you're dead, what--"
"Yes, I'm dead. But remember, my love, you're not."
"No, I know. Why did you say that?"
"I want you to get on with your life. You need to be happy
even if I'm not there with you."
"Tim, I don't know if I can. You were the one for me."
"We had a great love, one that you'll never forget, but that
doesn't mean you can't ever love again."
"I don't want to."
"Mitchell, don't say that. I want you to be open to another.
Don't shut everybody out."
"I don't know if I can."
"Please? For me? If there is somebody else out there for you,
I want you to take a chance. Be with them."
"But--"
"Mitchell?" Keith's voice asked again.
Mitchell woke up to find him sitting on the edge of the bed,
gently shaking him. Mitchell looked up at him and felt moisture
on his cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Keith asked.
"I had a dream," Mitchell answered, sitting up. "About Tim."
"You were crying and talking to someone. I wanted to make sure
you were all right."
The tears came again, and while Mitchell tried to stop them,
they wouldn't be halted. Keith wrapped his arm around his
friend and drew him close. Mitchell cried softly into Keith's
bare shoulder until he fell asleep.
"Thanks, about last night," Mitchell said as he was getting to
leave that morning.
"No problem. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah. Look, I'll be back in probably about an hour. Should
we grab some lunch then?"
"Sounds good," Keith answered.
Mitchell left to meet with Eric, another person he felt certain
would be willing to help them. When he returned Keith told him
that Devon had called with news. Mitchell picked up the phone
and gave him a ring.
"I have some bad news," Devon began.
"What is it?"
"Rich escaped. He's been out for a couple days now, but I just
found out last night."
"Okay. Thanks Devon."
"What is it?" Keith asked once he got off the phone.
"Rich is free."
"Alec! We've got to go warn him," Keith said, becoming
agitated.
"I'll see if I can get a hold of him," Mitchell answered,
picking up the phone again.
"No. We have to go to him now. He could be in danger again.
He needs you there to protect him."
"Okay."
Mitchell made flight arrangements and once they were seated on
the plane Keith finally calmed down a little bit. Only when
they were standing in the hospital room with Alec did Keith feel
better. Alec was more than ready to leave and join them on the
road. With a little "persuasion" from Mitchell, the doctor
agreed to release Alec that day.
As they were headed to the house, Alec asked who they were
going to see next.
"Gregg," Mitchell answered softly.
* * *
"You want to use these again?" Devon asked him, pulling the
handcuffs out of his nightstand.
Ben shook his head. He looked around the room uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" Devon asked. "Don't you want to fool around?"
"Yeah, but I was just..."
"Yes?"
"Could we do it your way? Like, how do you like to have sex?"
Ben asked.
The vulnerable look on the green haired street punk seemed very
out of place, but Devon wasn't going to argue with him. If he
could get out of tying him up and beating him tonight, that
would be a welcome change.
"Would you like me to show you?" Devon asked.
"Yeah," Ben answered, nodding.
Devon approached him and cautiously bent forward to plant a
light kiss on his lips. He didn't respond, and Devon tried
again with a little more feeling, pressing harder against him
and opening his mouth slightly. Ben's lips parted then, and
Devon felt him take a little initiative as his tongue slid
forward into Devon's mouth.
Sliding his hands under Ben's shirt, Devon slowly ran his hands
over the smooth flesh of his back. Then he pulled off the shirt
and tweaked the pink nipples buried in the brown chest hair.
"You can take off my shirt," Devon suggested.
Ben awkwardly undid the buttons before removing it. Then they
ran their hands over each other's chests: Ben's furry and
Devon's smooth. Then Devon moved in to kiss him some more as he
unbuttoned Ben's pants. He slid these down, running his hand
along Ben's ass and was greeted by smooth cheeks with two bands
of elastic along the sides.
Pulling back Devon noticed Ben was wearing a jock strap again.
Even though Ben wasn't the slightest bit athletic, he wore them
all the time. Devon did have to admit to being attracted to a
man, even if he was Ben, in a jock.
Devon rubbed his hand up and down between Ben's legs, feeling
his monster dick begin to grow in the tight fabric. Ben
unbuttoned Devon's pants and pushed them down. Then Devon
pulled him into his arms and enjoyed the feel of his hairy chest
against his own. They kissed as their hips ground together.
Devon's cock started to grow hard against Ben's.
Getting down on his knees, Devon pulled the large cock and
hairy balls out the side of the jockstrap. Then he slowly ran
his tongue in circles around the rough sac and the silver stud
piercing his balls before slowly licking up and down the length
of his dick. Ben moaned softly at the sensual treatment, and
Devon continued, taking the head into his mouth and beginning to
feed himself the erection.
Ben gently held Devon's head in his hands and pumped his hips
in time with Devon's sucking. Then abruptly he stopped and
pushed Devon's head away.
"What's wrong, don't you like it?" Devon asked.
Ben shook his head, surprise evident in his face. "No,
actually it feels really good, but I want to try it on you."
Devon shrugged and stood up. "Okay."
Ben got down on his knees and slid the boxer shorts down
Devon's thighs and then they dropped on their own to Devon's
ankles. Devon's cock was average size with a pubic bush of dark
blond hair. Ben eagerly plunged Devon's cock deep into his
mouth until his nose was buried in his pubes. Devon felt his
cock touch the back of Ben's throat.
He slowly stimulated the full length of Devon's dick, and Devon
was surprised by the attention Ben was paying to him this time.
Their last encounters had left much to be desired as far as
Devon leaving satisfied even though that wasn't his primary
reason for being with Ben anyway.
Ben began to rapidly plunge up and down Devon, and Devon
started to get into it, thrusting his hips forward and enjoying
the pressure against his head every time his dick met the back
of Ben's throat. The pressure built up in Devon's groin, and he
almost let go, but then pulled away.
Ben looked up with a surprised expression.
"We're doing it my way tonight, right?" Devon asked.
He nodded.
"Then get up on the bed. On all fours."
Ben smiled and jumped into position. Devon went to the closet
and pulled out a condom and some Vaseline. Then he joined Ben
on the bed, positioning himself right behind Ben's skinny ass.
He stuck a finger in the jar and then pushed the slimy finger
against Ben's hairy pink hole. It slid in easily, Ben was very
ready for him.
After lubing up his cock, Devon started to slowly and tenderly
fuck Ben's ass. This was going to be slow and sensual,
something Ben had probably never experienced. Although he tried
to make it last a while, Devon found that after a few strokes,
his groin was fit to burst again. Devon gave in with a loud
groan and clung to Ben as he came.
Ben came too with a shriek. Cum splattered from his dick onto
the bed. Then the two collapsed onto the bed, holding each
other.
"How was that?" Devon asked after a while.
"I actually liked it a lot," Ben answered, smiling.
Then Devon was quiet a while before getting back to the real
reason he was with Ben.
"Has anything new happened since Rich got out?" Devon asked.
Ben grinned. "Yeah. We've got big plans now."
"Really? Like what."
Ben frowned slightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you
since you're not in the group yet..."
"Oh, c'mon. You know I'm pretty sure I want to join. Just
tell me."
Ben smiled again and shrugged. "Okay. We're going after a
Senator now."
"What are you going to do?"
"I can't tell you too many details, but you know that Jeb
Steele guy from Kentucky? He's going to get the same treatment
as Claric."
Devon nodded.
"Isn't that great? And we've got more stuff we might try while
we're working on this guy. You want to be a part of it, don't
you?"
"It sounds great. Let me think about it a little more."
"Okay," Ben answered, shrugging. Then he closed his eyes and
started snoring shortly after as Devon lay wide awake thinking
about how Mitchell would react after hearing about this.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Six
Alec let Mitchell into their room that morning with a healthy
smile.
"You're looking good," Mitchell commented.
"I'm feeling pretty good too," Alec said.
They went in and sat down. Mitchell could hear the shower
running and involuntarily felt a little thrill at the idea that
Keith was naked in the next room.
"How was your meeting last night?" Alec asked.
"Not good," Mitchell answered, shaking his head. "Neither one
of them wanted anything to do with me."
"They plan on helping Rich?" Alec asked, incredulous.
"No. They didn't go so far as to say they agreed with him, but
they weren't interested in stopping him either."
The water shut off in the bathroom and Mitchell could hear the
curtain slide open.
"I guess you and I can understand. At one point we both agreed
with Jack."
"Yeah. I figured I would find people who wouldn't join me. I
don't see this as that big a setback."
The bathroom door opened. Mitchell couldn't resist turning to
watch Keith come into sight. The view was very rewarding.
Keith wore a tight pair of gray jockey shorts that hugged his
young package nicely. His small swimmer's body looked very nice
with his broad shoulders, hard defined smooth pecs, tiny waist,
and muscular legs.
"Morning, Mitchell," Keith said as he towelled his hair.
"Hi."
"At least we can still count on Gregg," Alec said.
"Yeah, I hope so."
"You struck out last night?" Keith asked, stepping into his
jeans.
"Yeah."
"Are you going to have enough then?" Keith asked, a wrinkle of
worry creasing his forehead.
"I'm not done yet. There's still plenty more to talk with."
"When are we meeting Gregg?" Alec asked.
"In two hours. I thought we could grab some breakfast and then
head over there."
Mitchell found himself speechless as the secretary showed them
into Gregg's office. Gregg still looked as handsome as he had
when Mitchell had fallen for him three years ago. There were
the same warm brown eyes, perfect sexy body, and youthful good
looks. Mitchell was glad to see that he had an effect on Gregg
as well, so there was a moment of silence as they looked each
other over.
"It's good to see you," Mitchell finally spoke, extending his
hand.
Gregg shook it. "Yeah, good to see you again." Then he turned
to Alec. "You too, Alec."
"This is my brother, Keith," Alec introduced him.
"Hi, Keith," Gregg said, nodding. "Look, I was thinking we
could just meet with Alan now and you could tell both of us
everything that you've found out since we spoke last."
"Sounds great," Mitchell agreed.
Gregg led them to the elevator and up a few floors. The
secretary there waved them on into Alan Sinclair's office. He
sat at his desk with a large picture window behind him looking
out onto the city. He was just finishing up a call when they
arrived. Gregg gestured for them to sit down, and Mitchell
studied Alan.
He was a nice looking man with blond hair and pale formal
British features. Getting off the phone, he favored them all
with a tight, polite smile and immediately got down to business
after introductions were made. Mitchell launched into his story
while Gregg and Alan listened intently.
After finishing Alan sat back and stared up at the ceiling for
a while.
"It goes without saying that I'm with you on this thing," Alan
finally said. "But I think there are many more issues we need
to deal with, some short term and others long term."
"Like what?"
"If at all possible we need to neutralize this Richard Lord.
He certainly does seem to be the driving force behind this
latest movement. We should try and track him down and have him
arrested again."
"But that won't do anything. He'll just escape again. With
those powers ordinary humans can't...You know, I wonder..."
"What?" Alan asked.
"I wonder if there might be some way to shut off his powers."
"Like what we did to Jack?" Alec asked.
"No, not drive him mad. Just shut him off. Put him back to
the way he was before."
"It's a good idea. Do you have any idea how?" Alan asked.
Mitchell shook his head. "No. It probably isn't possible
anyway."
"Don't give up on it. There might be a way. In the meantime
though, we'll have to go with your idea of force meeting force.
An all out confrontation with him seems to be the only way to go
right now.
"There are other things we need to consider though, like making
sure this never happens again."
"How are we going to do that?" Gregg asked.
"We need to keep watch over Marcourt. I was thinking we could
get somebody on the Board of Trustees to watch over the place.
Maybe have some people work in Administration. We should be
able to notice immediately when someone suspicious like a
Richard Lord comes to work there and starts recruiting...unusual
students."
Mitchell nodded. "That can be handled."
"And another thing we need to know is how many people can
trasmit this power now. If you can and Richard can, who knows
how many others there are. That could really cause a lot of
problems outside of just Marcourt. We should set up some kind
of research group or a watch committee to be on the look out for
these kinds of things."
Mitchell and Gregg nodded.
"We could even work out some of those details through here,"
Gregg suggested.
"Sure. I'd be willing to lend our resources to that. Plus I'm
going to try and get on the Board at Marcourt."
They talked a little more and Mitchell left feeling a little
more relaxed now that some of the responsibility had been taken
off his shoulders. Gregg pulled him aside after they left
Alan's office and asked him over to his house that night for
dinner. Mitchell accepted.
"I wasn't sure what you'd say," Gregg admitted when Mitchell
showed up at the door that night with a bottle of champagne.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure what I'd say either when you
invited me," Mitchell answered.
"I'm glad you came."
Mitchell still wasn't sure whether this was the right thing to
do. Sure he was physically attracted to the man, but there was
a hell of a lot of emotional baggage there. Here was the man
he'd lost his virginity to and then been betrayed by twice. Yet
in the end they'd come around to the same side.
"So how have things been for you since Tim...?"
"I'm doing okay," Mitchell answered.
"Good. I was so shocked when you told me, and then to find out
Rich was responsible. It's just...incredible. I'm surprised
you didn't kill him when you had the chance."
"It was close."
They sat down at the table, and Gregg served a homecooked pasta
meal that was delicious. They talked about old times and what
had happened since they last spoke. The evening passed quickly
and Mitchell found himself relaxing with Gregg. As the hour
grew late, Mitchell finally decided the time had come for him to
leave.
"You know, why don't you guys stay with me?" Gregg asked as
they stood at the front door.
"Stay here? I don't know. We kind of like to keep on the move
to avoid Rich," Mitchell said.
"It's probably safer here. There would be three of us with the
talents, and I've got two empty rooms. I've got plenty of names
and phone numbers of people you can contact. Plus I could maybe
help persuade them with you," Gregg continued.
Mitchell smiled. "You're making sense."
"So you'll move in?"
Mitchell nodded. "Sure. We'll bring our stuff over tomorrow."
"Okay," Gregg said, smiling.
Mitchell put his hand on the doorknob. "Thanks for the dinner.
It was very good."
"Are you sure you have to go? You wouldn't want to...stay?"
Mitchell shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Too soon?" Gregg asked.
"Not exactly. Don't press it, Gregg. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Gregg gave him a hug, and then Mitchell left. Gregg shut off
the lights downstairs and went up to his bedroom. Once there he
started to slowly undress. Closing his eyes he imagined
Mitchell there with him, undressing in front of him. Soon Gregg
was naked with his erection standing out in front of him.
He laid down on the bed and reached for the hand lotion on the
nightstand. After squirting some into his hand he slowly
slathered it over his long thick cock. He closed his eyes again
and cast his memory back to the sensual evening he'd spent
licking flavored body lotion off Mitchell. Gregg pumped his
hips in time with his memory of fucking Mitchell. His slippery
hand tightened on his cock and started stroking faster.
With his other hand he started pinching his left nipple as his
masturbating continued to heat up. Images of Mitchell's naked
body sped through his mind and his breathing became more rapid
until the pleasure in his groin exploded in a white geyser all
over his muscular brown chest.
Gregg smiled and rubbed his cum into his flesh and then quickly
fell asleep.
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The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Seven
They moved into Gregg's house the next morning with only minor
misgivings. Alec was very concerned about becoming a sitting
target, but he saw the sense in having he, Gregg, and Mitchell
all together in one place. Keith was happy that they wouldn't
have to continue driving all over the country.
Before Gregg left for work, he gave Mitchell a list of names
off the top of his head of people Mitchell could start
contacting. Keith immediately got to work helping Mitchell
match the names with phone numbers in the student directory
books Gregg had as well as his personal address book. Soon
Mitchell was on the phone doing his best to get their support.
After spending the morning on the phone and having very little
success, Mitchell finally left his room and joined Alec and
Keith for lunch.
"How's it going?" Alec asked.
Mitchell just shook his head.
"That bad? Well, keep trying. Would you like some help? I
could do some calling too."
"Sure, that would be great. I should probably give Devon a
call too, now that I think of it, so I can give him this phone
number."
That was the first phone call he made, and Devon was bursting
with the news of the plot against the Senator.
"So they're going to kill someone else," Mitchell mused.
"As far as I can tell. I couldn't find out everything," Devon
explained.
"Yeah, I understand."
"What are you going to do?"
"It looks like I'm going to have to confront Rich quicker than
I thought. I'm not really ready, but I'll give it my best shot."
"I'll try and find out when they're planning this."
"Do that, and let me know as soon as you can."
"I will."
"Thanks Devon."
Mitchell hung up in a dark mood.
"What is it?" Keith asked.
"Rich is going after the Senate."
"He's going to finish what Jack started."
"And we're going to stop him. I'm going to go think."
Mitchell headed for the front door and disappeared outside. He
returned a few hours later and tracked down Keith.
"Do you know where your brother is?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think he was going to take a bath," Keith answered.
"Thanks."
Mitchell went to the closed bathroom door and knocked lightly.
"Yeah?" Alec called.
"It's Mitchell. Do you mind if I come in?"
"No, go ahead."
Opening the door revealed a soft atmosphere of shifting
candlelight and moist air. Alec lay at the far end in a marble
tub with suds all around. Mitchell entered and closed the door.
He sat down on the toilet.
"How are you?" Alec asked.
"Not so good. I feel like everything is weighing down on me,
and I don't know what I did to get all this pressure."
"Because you're a good person who wants to do right."
Mitchell shook his head. "I don't know about that. Maybe I'm
a stupid person who just doesn't know any better."
Alec chuckled. "Hardly that."
"I'm just not sure I can do this without Tim. When I faced
Jack I had Tim's support and love, and it just seemed to make
things easier, and I felt like I knew exactly what I needed to
do and how to do it. Now I feel lost."
"This has been really hard on you, Mitchell. Don't worry
though, you have me and Keith, Gregg, and there are others. All
of us want to help. You don't have to do this alone."
"I hope we're enough."
"Come here, Mitchell."
He got up and walked over to the edge of the bathtub. Alec sat
up a little with his arms outstretched, and Mitchell leaned in
for the hug. They embraced for a long time, and Mitchell felt
the tension begin to ease as his friend's arms held him tightly.
Then Mitchell felt a soft kiss on his cheek. He pulled back
and looked at Alec's face.
"Is it too--?" Alec started to ask.
Mitchell gently covered Alec's mouth with his own. He charmed
a few slow kisses from Alec before their mouths parted and their
tongues met in a hot frenzied dance. When they parted, they
eyed each other with a sly smile.
"Did you want to join me?" Alec asked.
"That sounds like fun," Mitchell answered.
He went to the bathroom door and locked it. On his way back to
the tub he slowly peeled off his clothes until he stood in only
his jockey shorts by the side of the tub. Alec lay there
seductively hiding his cock behind the foam with most of the
rest of his body on display. Mitchell dropped his shorts and
his dick started growing before Alec's eyes before he slid into
the water on top of Alec.
Mitchell started kissing Alec's neck and then worked his way
down to the puckered part of his flesh just under his shoulder
where the bullet had lodged itself. Then Mitchell scooped up
some of the hot water in his hands and ran it down Alec's
shoulder. Alec grabbed Mitchell and slowly kissed his neck.
Mitchell smiled and held Alec close.
Pushing back slightly to get more comfortable, Mitchell felt
Alec's erection pressing against his cheeks. Mitchell's cock
went completely hard as he lifted up slightly to press Alec's
cock against his anus. It tickled the outer edges, and Mitchell
ran his ass back and forth against the head, enjoying the
delicate touch.
They smiled at each other as Mitchell pressed back harder
against Alec and wound up lodging his dick partway up his ass
before pain shot through his body. Alec lightly stroked
Mitchell's back, speading warm sudsy water across it as he saw
Mitchell grimace.
Then Mitchell changed his position a little on top of Alec and
the pain went away. He bent down to give Alec a long passionate
kiss while he slowly continued to work Alec's dick into his ass.
Alec lightly began to stroke Mitchell's erection as it pushed
against his belly. With this pleasant stimulus, Mitchell's hole
loosened up more and soon Alec was buried deep inside him.
Alec continued stroking him, and Mitchell let Alec remain
inside as he got used to it. He moaned into Alec's mouth as he
started going up and down on him. Then he pulled back and sat
straight up and down on Alec, lifting himself up and then
letting himself back down as he impaled himself.
Looking into Alec's smiling face, Mitchell could see a little
bit of Keith in him, and found himself getting even more turned
on. This caused Mitchell to slide faster up and down Alec, and
Alec kept up with him by jerking faster on his slippery cock.
Since it had been a while, Mitchell's orgasm built quickly and
with almost no effort he was splashing long streams of white cum
into the water. The tightening of Mitchell's ass brought Alec
off, and he groaned as he came.
Then the two friends embraced and lay down together in the tub
enjoying the afterglow in the candlelight.
* * *
Keith didn't even hear them enter his room. They slipped in
quietly through the window and went right over to his bed. He
awoke to the feel of one of the men placing a wet cloth over his
mouth while both of them held him down. The chloroform took
effect, and everything went black again.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Eight
"C'mon, Rich, just let me fuck him. Just once," Paul pleaded,
staring with obvious hunger at Keith's scantily clad body tied
to the chair.
"No," Rich answered forcefully, tired of Paul's continued
nagging.
Keith sat in his boxers with his feet and hands strapped to a
wood chair. A gag had been placed in his mouth because they'd
grown tired of Keith's constant biting insults ever since he'd
woken up in the room. They had planned on allowing him to get
dressed, but Paul had won on that count and continued to push
for more...
"Okay, how about we just take off those shorts? Just that,
Rich?"
"Maybe later," Rich finally gave in. "Right now I want to
treat him well. I want to make sure he's comfortable, so we can
use him to keep Mitchell away. Maybe after that we can have
some fun with him."
"Okay," Paul conceded.
"Now we better get to work. Stone's going to watch him?" Rich
asked.
"Yeah, he's downstairs right now."
Rich nodded and headed out the door. As Paul followed him, he
quickly ran his hand over Keith's naked smooth chest. Keith
flinched to avoid it, but Paul got his feel and then left.
Keith fumed alone then as he tested his bonds once again to find
a way to free himself.
Rich walked across the campus to his office in Admissions. He
greeted the others in the outer room and then opened the door to
his office. Inside he walked over to his desk, but whirled in
surprise as the door clicked shut behind him.
"Mitchell!" Rich exclaimed.
Raw seething mental energy burst from Mitchell's mind into Rich
contained in a simple surprisingly restrained order to sit.
Rich did so, and then regained his composure enough to smile at
Mitchell and mentally raced to figure out a way out of this
surprising turn of events.
"Where is he?" Mitchell growled.
Richard continued to calmly smile and leaned back in the chair.
"It's so good to see you again. Have you changed your mind yet
about helping me?"
Mitchell reached into his mind and found strong walls in place
now. Knowing Rich figured those would keep him out, Mitchell
forced his anger down to a low simmer in order to concentrate on
finding the tiny holes in Rich's armor.
"Of course not," Mitchell answered, and he took a seat in the
corner of the room. "When are you releasing Keith?"
"After we're done. It was all explained in the letter. Didn't
you get it?"
Mitchell nodded. "Yes, we got your ransom note."
There it was, a small chink in the granite wall. Mitchell
slipped inside and quickly plucked Keith's location from Rich's
memory. Then he started tiptoeing around to learn as much as he
could before he left to get Keith. From what he could gather,
Keith was still safe and to Rich's knowledge nothing bad was
planned for him yet.
"Then what are you doing here? We're holding Keith so you
won't interfere. You realize that your coming here could be
taken as going against that. We might have to punish Keith
now..."
But that wouldn't. Mitchell could read that clearly. Rich was
actually happy Mitchell was there. He still held out a small
hope that he could convince Mitchell to join them. What an
egotist, Mitchell thought.
"What are your plans?" Mitchell asked.
"So you're interested?" Rich asked.
Mitchell shrugged.
"We're aiming for the Senate. Just like Jack had planned, but
this time we're going to succeed."
As Rich talked, his thought patterns focused in on his speech
which made it easier for Mitchell to find out what he wanted.
He inspected the details in Rich's mind while Rich spelled it
out sketchily for him in spoken word. Mitchell merely nodded.
Suddenly a stray thought caught Mitchell's attention. It was
something about funnelling funds through mind control. He
realized this was how the mysterious scholarships had been
created. He wanted to get Rich to talk more about that.
"But this isn't the only thing you guys are working on,"
Mitchell interjected.
"Of course not. One of our other big projects involves pulling
out money from different hate organizations and funnelling it
into our scholarship pool here. It's so easy. We just take
over the mind of their Treasurer or of a bank employee and
within seconds we've got a few thousand in our bank account. It
makes us richer and able to recruit more to help us and them
poorer and less able to circulate their propaganda."
"Clever," Mitchell mumbled. He continued to read the details
in Rich's mind and played back scenes where Rich had been
personally involved in the operation. He also stumbled upon a
detail that Rich had been trying desperately to conceal from
him. A small thing that Mitchell felt very relieved to know.
As Rich continued to drone on about his great schemes, Mitchell
continued to go deeper and deeper into his mind until he
suddenly found himself beyond thought. It was a great open area
that Mitchell visualized as equivalent to a grass synaptic
prairie field. At the far end was a large white flashing globe.
Mitchell sensed tentacles stretching out from it to the walls
Rich had erected to keep Mitchell out.
With a flare of excitement Mitchell realized this was the
center of Rich's power. This was the part of the brain that had
been turned on by having sex with Jack. Mitchell had sensed it
before when he and Tim would join very completely, but now as he
faced his greatest enemy, Mitchell realized a startling
implication of this globe.
Mitchell imagined throwing a huge dark wool blanket over the
flashing globe and suddenly the light went out. Rich howled in
anguish and surprise.
"What did you do?" he screamed.
Mitchell quickly left his mind, noticing as he left that the
walls had completely disappeared as if they'd never been there.
With a smile and a flutter of excitement, Mitchell stood up.
"Good bye Rich."
He immediately teleported to the place he'd seen in Rich's
mind. He cut through the rope that held Keith, and then they
teleported back to Gregg's house.
* * *
"What's wrong, Richard?" his secretary asked as he stormed out
of his office.
Rich ignored him and the stares he received as he fled the
room. He ran across the campus feeling completely naked as he
knew he couldn't even bend the simplest human to his will. He
was powerless again, and he definitely didn't like it.
Back at his house he ran downstairs and ripped open the door to
Jack's room. He tore the sheets off Jack's naked body and
quickly pulled down his pants and underwear. Kicking these off,
Rich grabbed the lube and dabbed a bit on his anus before
jumping up onto the bed and lining his hole up with Jack's
erection.
Squatting he rammed the thing home despite the poor
preparation. He bounced quickly up and down cursing Mitchell
under his breath each time Jack's cock would get buried inside
of him. Then, with relief, Rich felt the familiar spasms as
Jack sprayed his insides with semen. Almost instantly Rich felt
his power return, and he felt much better as he crawled off Jack.
After gathering up his clothes, Rich voiced his resolve aloud:
"Mitchell must die."
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Nine
After Alec laid eyes on Keith and was assured that he was safe,
they let Keith go get dressed.
"What is it, Mitchell? You seem...so--"
Mitchell smiled. "I've got some good news."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to wait until we get to Alan's office. Then I'll
tell the whole story of what happened, and what I found out,"
Mitchell promised.
Keith returned to Alec's room fully clothed, and then the three
of them piled into the car and headed over to the office
building. Keith assured Alec that he was fine and that he
hadn't been treated that badly, but he complained about his
feeling of helplessness. His anger was obvious as he told how
his captors had used their mental powers to keep him subdued.
"I wish I could have fought back somehow," Keith was mumbling
by the time they pulled into the parking lot.
They went up to Alan's office and there Mitchell recounted the
whole story of Keith's rescue for his audience which now
included Gregg and Alan.
"You shut off his powers!" Gregg was the first one to speak,
obviously uncertain of this new development but hopeful.
"Yes," Mitchell answered emphatically, smiling. "And I'll show
you guys how to do it too, later. But I've got some more good
news."
"What else?" Alan asked.
"It turns out Rich isn't the one who's giving out these powers
to new people. When I was in his mind I found out who's really
doing it."
"Who?"
"You're really not going to believe this one. It's Jack."
"But how? I thought he was at that mental hospital," Gregg
said.
"Not anymore. They've got him in the basement of Rich's house.
And since he's still able to function...in that way, they can
still give out the power."
Alec shook his head in disgust.
"In a sense that's a relief," Alan stated. "At least we know
that there are still a limited number of people who can transmit
these abilities."
Mitchell then went on to explain the money schemes Rich and his
group were involved with before yielding the floor to Alan who
had some news of his own.
"I spoke with some of my contacts at the school and found out
one of the members on the Board of Regents will be retiring this
year, so I'm getting things arranged so I can join."
"Good!" Mitchell said.
"Once on the Board I can keep a closer eye on things after we
stop this trouble with Rich and his gang."
"Rich is out of commission, so we'll see how that affects
everything else. They may still plan on this assault against
Senator Steele, but I need to look into that. I'll talk to my
spy at Marcourt. If they decide to go ahead, I'll take a bunch
of people with me to Washington, and we can shut them all down,"
Mitchell said.
"Sounds like we've got them on the run," Alan said.
* * *
"Hey, Mitchell," Keith called, poking his head around the
partially closed door.
"Yes?" Mitchell asked.
He was sitting in bed reading by the lamplight.
"Can I come in and talk to you?" Keith asked.
"Sure," Mitchell answered, putting a marker in the book and
setting it on the bedside table.
Keith slid into the room and closed the door behind him before
walking slowly over to the bed and standing beside it.
"What is it?" Mitchell asked.
"Um...I wanted to thank you again for rescuing me," Keith said,
his eyes focusing on Mitchell's for a second before sliding off
distractedly to different parts of the room.
The thought in Keith's mind jumped out suddenly at Mitchell
without his even working at it, and his eyes snapped open wide
as he read Keith's true intention in visiting him.
"It was nothing," Mitchell said after an awkward pause. He
recovered himself and reminded himself that Keith didn't realize
what Mitchell knew.
"You know, I really hated it that those guys could control me
like that. It was so frustrating!" Keith started to shake in
anger.
"I know. Before I got my powers I felt that way too," Mitchell
winced as he realized he'd unintentionally given Keith the
perfect opening to say what was on his mind.
"That's...that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What?"
"I want those powers," Keith blurted out.
Mitchell sighed and shook his head.
"No, you can't say no. You've got to give them to me," Keith
pleaded, stepping closer.
"Relax, Keith, I'm not saying no. Here, sit down. Let's talk
about this," Mitchell offered.
Keith sat down next to him on the bed.
"We've talked about this before. You know how these abilities
are transmitted."
Keith bit his lip. "Yeah, I remember."
"And you're sure you want to do that?"
"Yes!" he answered. "You don't understand how helpless I felt.
It was awful. I didn't really understand what we were up
against until they kidnapped me. No matter what I wanted to do,
with just a thought they could override me completely. It was
scary."
"I know," Mitchell nodded.
"And besides. You need as much help as you can get. Just give
me the powers, and I'll be able to help you even more. I can
take them."
Mitchell stared at this vibrant teenager who had become his
friend in just a few short weeks and realized it wouldn't be
fair to deny him this gift. Mitchell looked into Keith's warm
blue eyes and saw the pleading within them. Then he cast his
eyes down Keith's slim young athletic figure and allowed himself
for the first time to realize that he was very attracted to this
straight guy.
"Okay, I'll give it to you," Mitchell gave in.
Keith flashed him a short smile that quickly dissolved in a
nervous twitch.
"What now? Should I take off my pants?" Keith asked, reaching
for the button on his jeans.
Mitchell's hand snapped out and placed it over Keith's even
though his cock was coming to attention in his boxers. As it
rested there, Mitchell felt the minute shivers of anxiety that
coursed through Keith's body.
"Hold on. You're my friend. I'm going to ease you into this
as best I can."
Mitchell slid out of bed and gestured towards it.
"Take off your shirt and then lie down on your stomach,"
Mitchell ordered.
Keith quickly slid it off, and Mitchell's heart jerked as his
eyes enjoyed the smooth defined pecs, the small tummy with its
tiny inturned navel, and the minute brown hairs the sprang up
just under his navel before disappearing under his jeans. Then
Mitchell tore himself away to slip into the bathroom. There he
grabbed a bottle of baby oil before returning to the bedroom.
Keith's tapered back was clear evidence of his years of
swimming, and it seemed burnished in the soft glow of the lamp.
Mitchell placed the bottle on the nightstand and then climbed
onto the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Keith whispered.
"Get you more relaxed starting with a backrub. Now just close
your eyes and put everything out of your mind," Mitchell urged.
Keith closed his beautiful innocent eyes, and a few lines of
worry melted from his face. Mitchell straddled his waist and
slowly ran a hand over the back of his head, feeling the silky
brown hair before trailing down to Keith's neck and gently
kneeding the tense muscles. Then he uncapped the bottle and
poured a generous amount into his hand. Rubbing the two
together to warm the oil, Mitchell then placed his hands flat
against Keith's back.
He started on Keith's broad shoulders, working the warm oil
into these troubled spots, prodding, kneeding, and stroking away
all the hard knots of anxiety there. Then he gradually worked
his way down across the broad flat part of his back, and then
returning to his spine where he rubbed the muscles on either
side. Slowly he worked his way down to Keith's lower back to
gently rub out more worry.
Keith easily went limp under Mitchell's loving caresses until
his muscles were loose, and Mitchell could sense lethargy begin
to creep into Keith's mind.
"Are you ready to take your pants off now?" Mitchell asked,
leaning in close and whispering in his ear.
Keith didn't answer. He lifted up his hips and unbuttoned his
pants. Then he started sliding them down his ass.
"Just relax. I'll finish it for you," Mitchell cooed.
He got off the bed and gripped both sides of the jeans and
slowly slid them down his almost hairless legs and off his feet.
Then Mitchell pulled off his socks and grabbed the bottle.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Mitchell poured out more oil
and rubbed it into his feet. He caressed and massaged the soles
of his feet before moving up to his calves.
After rubbing the oil deeply into the lower half of his legs,
Mitchell got back on the bed and started massaging the backs of
Keith's thighs. Then he returned to Keith's lower back and
started moving his hand in circles lower and lower until he was
slowly slipping them inside the waistband of his jockey shorts.
Feeling that Keith was ready, Mitchell started to slide the
underwear down off his waist and over his smooth round ass.
Keith lifted his hips again to allow this to happen smoothly.
Mitchell got off the bed again and tugged the underwear all the
way off to drop on the floor next to his pants. Mitchell stood
there for a moment with his heart beating quickly to drink in
the sight of this sexy young man lying naked on his bed.
Mitchell slipped out of his boxers, allowing his erection to
roam free before he got back on the bed. Sensing that Keith was
getting nervous again now that he was undressed and the moment
seemed to be approaching, Mitchell hurried to allay that as he
returned to the back rub, massaging Keith's shoulders and then
working slowly down his back.
He poured more oil onto his hand and worked this into the
smooth cheeks of his ass. He massaged the muscles there a
little before parting these mounds and dabbing oil into the
puckered hole. That was as far as he took it though. Mitchell
knew there was no way he'd just try and stick his cock into that
virgin orifice without preparing Keith more.
"How do you feel?" Mitchell whispered.
"Much more relaxed. That back rub was great," Keith answered.
"Do you feel comfortable about turning over?" Mitchell asked.
"Sure."
Mitchell sat down on one side of him and watched as Keith
slowly rolled over onto his back. Mitchell's eyes slid down the
treasure trail and enjoyed the view of Keith's innocent penis
nestled in the small brown curls of his pubic hair. It was
heavy with blood, but not completely erect yet. Mitchell judged
it had about two more inches to go to fill out at a sweet six
inches.
Keith clasped his hands over his chest and looked up
apprehesively at Mitchell
"Now what?" he asked.
"We're taking this slow, remember. I'm going to try and make
this as painless as possible. Maybe even enjoyable. But the
best way I know how to do that involves touching you there,"
Mitchell explained, nodding to Keith's dick.
"Go ahead," Keith said.
Mitchell slowly stretched out my oily hand and gently touched
the head. It jerked out to meet his hand, and Mitchell slowly
ran my fingers delicately around the head before moving down the
shaft. Mitchell started stroking slowly up and down, and his
penis completely filled out under the attention.
Then Mitchell got up and spread Keith's legs a little farther
apart before sitting down between them. He added some more oil
to his hand and it glided up and down Keith's erection. Then he
added some more to the fingers of his left hand and these he
slid under Keith's bottom to touch against Keith's anus.
It contracted sharply in response to Mitchell's sudden
invasion, and Mitchell pulled back.
"Just relax," Mitchell urged.
"I'll try."
Mitchell continued to slowly stroke up and down Keith's length
as his fingertip squeezed inside Keith's virgin hole. This time
it contracted once quickly but then relaxed. Mitchell removed
it and added some more oil before returning and sliding it
farther inside. This slow stroking and leisurely insertion
continued until they were both surprised to find that Mitchell
was able to slide his whole finger into Keith's anus.
For all he cared, Mitchell could have continued this all night,
but he knew that wasn't what Keith was here for, so Mitchell
experimented with another finger and when he was able to get
Keith loosened up enough for three, Mitchell decided it was time.
"Do you think you're ready?" Mitchell asked.
Keith shrugged but then nodded.
"Okay. I think I should do it this way. I don't think you'd
like being on your hands and knees. That's a little too
intense, and it might make you feel--"
"I understand. Do it this way," Keith interrupted.
Mitchell nodded.
He generously oiled his erection before lifting Keith's feet up
and placing them on his shoulders. With Keith's hole open and
displayed, Mitchell grabbed his own cock and aimed. The head
slipped easily inside but then the muscles of Keith's anus gave
a mighty contraction and shoved him out.
"Sorry," Keith whispered.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it. We're not in a hurry."
Mitchell took Keith's erection in one hand and then lined his
up with Keith's hole again. As he slowly stroked Keith,
Mitchell pushed into Keith again without as much resistance this
time. Stroking faster on Keith to distract him more, Mitchell
continued to slide deeper inside. Meeting more resistance,
Mitchell paused with his dick halfway in until the muscles
relaxed and allowed him complete entry.
With his pubic hair brushing against Keith's ass, Mitchell
rested there to allow Keith to get used to the feeling.
"Are you okay?" Mitchell asked, realizing that Keith's
breathing had sped up again.
Keith nodded.
Mitchell decided that the faster breathing probably had less to
do with nerves than with the pumping Keith's hard dick was
receiving. With this in mind, Mitchell started his slow slide
out and back in again, working his way toward orgasm before
Keith reached his first.
It wasn't going to take much for Mitchell though. He had given
himself over to the knowledge that Keith was extremely
attractive to him, and the sight of his smooth naked body under
Mitchell was a mind orgasm in itself.
Mitchell's breathing sped up as he slid in and out of Keith and
subconsciously his stroking of Keith's erection grew faster.
The pressure grew in their groins and suddenly their bodies went
completely rigid at the same time. They were one being wound up
in orgasmic bliss as explosions coursed through them.
In this moment they seemed frozen forever, but in reality it
happened in one second and then was over as their bodies rocked
in pleasure. Semen spurted from Keith's cock as Mitchell's hand
pumped it out, landing all over Keith's quivering stomach.
Mitchell's semen shot right into Keith spraying his insides.
And then suddenly Keith went limp as the energy carried in
Mitchell's cum overloaded his brain as it endowed his mind with
new abilities.
Mitchell smiled down at Keith's limp form as he slipped out of
him. Then he went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He
carefully wiped the cum from Keith's chest before pulling the
covers over his body. Mitchell slipped into bed beside him and
placed his arms protectively around him. Then he fell asleep.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Ten
Two short raps on the door woke Mitchell the next morning. He found
Keith still sleeping peacefully naked in his arms. Mitchell pulled back
the covers and headed to the end of the bed for his boxers when Alec opened
the door.
"Mitchell," Alec started but then his voice caught as he noticed the
figure of his brother in the bed.
Mitchell slipped into his boxers and realized how the situation looked
to Alec. He decided to play it cool since he wasn't sure exactly what
Alec's reaction would be.
"Yes?" Mitchell prompted.
"The phone's...for you," Alec finished, looking at Mitchell with
confusion and shock very evident in his eyes.
"Thanks, Alec."
Mitchell slipped past Alec and headed down the hall to the phone that
was off its cradle.
"Hello?"
"Mitchell, this is Devon," came the answer.
"What's the story?" Mitchell asked, tearing his mind away from the
storm he sensed brewing between he, Alec, and Keith.
"It sounds like everything is still on. There's a group leaving
tonight for Washington. Apparently Senator Steele is giving a speech
tomorrow afternoon on this new bill, and they want to be there to control
him," Devon explained.
Mitchell frowned. He had hoped that he could have prevented a
confrontation in DC, but it looked like removing Rich hadn't been as
productive as he'd thought.
"Have you found out anything about Richard?" Mitchell asked
"Not a peep either way. He's kind of disappeared, I guess."
"Okay, thanks Devon. I'll be going to DC tonight to stop them. I'll
give you a call tomorrow after it's over."
"Okay, bye."
Devon hung up the phone and turned to find Ben standing in the doorway
with a big grin on his face.
"Good job, Devon."
"Hi, Ben," Devon said, forcing a smile while his stomach filled with
butterflies. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you reported back to the enemy. We've known for a couple
days now that you were helping them out. I wanted to kill you then after
the way you'd used me, but Rich wanted you alive to help us."
Then Ben reached out with his mind and plunged Devon into
unconsciousness.
* * *
"Keith, what are you doing here?" Alec asked, waking his little
brother.
Keith appeared a little surprised to find his brother standing over
him and at first couldn't remember where he was. Then it all came back to
him and his new senses flared into full force. He gasped at the potential
he felt awakened within him.
Alec realized immediately as well that Keith was no longer the normal
human he'd been just last night.
"You have the power," Alec pronounced.
"Yes. That's why I'm here. I asked Mitchell to give it to me."
"So are you gay now?" Alec asked, angry and suspicious.
Stung by the venom in his tone, Keith was quick to placate his
brother. "No, no. The only reason I did it was because I want to help...
"Alec, is there something going on between you and Mitchell?"
Alec shook his head. "No, nothing serious."
"I'm sorry if you guys had some kind of relationship. I don't want
you to think I'm coming between you two." While Keith said those words he
tried to mean them, but he couldn't be entirely sure what he was feeling at
the moment. Last night had been...incredible, and there was a bond between
he and Mitchell that Keith didn't entirely understand. Was it just
friendship?
"Don't worry about it. I just wasn't sure what to make of you in his
bed...naked...and I--"
"Now you know the story. There's nothing going on between Mitchell
and I. This was just a one time thing, so if you two--"
"I understand," Alec said, cutting his brother off. "Look, you
forgive me for misunderstanding?"
"Of course."
They gave each other a quick hug.
"You two are friends again?" Mitchell asked from the doorway.
The brothers turned and looked at him. They both smiled and nodded.
"You bet," Keith answered.
"Good, then we've got work to do," Mitchell said, and he went on to
relate the phone call from Devon.
"So we better move quickly," Alec said first once Mitchell finished.
"Yes. I've got a lot of things I need to get set up before we leave.
I assume both of you are with me?" Mitchell asked.
They both nodded.
"Good, then Alec, show him as much about using his powers as possible.
I'm going to talk to Gregg and make a few phone calls."
By the time they landed in DC, Keith was becoming fairly proficient
with his abilities. Gregg agreed that Keith would be able to stand up to
anyone they confronted, but he too had been a little surprised by
Mitchell's decision to sleep with Keith. He played it much more laid back
than Alec had though.
"They should be here already," Mitchell said, glancing at his watch as
they stepped off the plane. "Let's hurry up and get over to the Senate."
The four of them took the subway over there and rushed into the
building. Inside the Senate gallery, most of the seats were taken, but
after a little hunting, they were all able to find places. Then Mitchell
quickly switched into parsing mode as he reached out with his mind to pick
up on any trace of out-of-the-ordinary mental activity. He and Gregg both
found the young men sitting in a second row a few yards to their right.
"There's only two of them," Mitchell whispered to Alec.
"I'll keep looking for more, just in case. You do your work," Alec
answered.
Mitchell nodded to Gregg, and he smiled back. Reaching out with their
minds, they both slipped inside the unsuspecting brains and dug deep until,
with a mental "click", they switched off the powers. Keith noticed Senator
Steele appear to jerk and then look around in confusion at that moment. He
cleared his throat and looked back down at his notes before starting to
speak again.
Meanwhile, behind Keith, another plot was unfolding...
"Let me," Stone whispered urgently, noticing Rich pull the largely
non-metallic, so they could slip it past the detectors, pistol from his
coat pocket.
"No. This kill is my own," Richard answered, raising it and taking
aim. "Good-bye, Mitchell Knight."
"Mitchell, there's a couple more behind us," Alec said as he felt the
mental flares suddenly on his mind screen.
Surprised, Mitchell got to his feet and started to turn around to get
a look. Richard smiled broadly as his target provided a larger space to
aim. Then, with a soft whistle, he shot Mitchell, and Mitchell went down,
clutching his side. All around them people suddenly sprang to their feet
and glanced around wildly.
Keith shot to his feet with a roar of anguish, but he quickly focused
that emotion into anger and picked Rich out of the crowd. He was stuffing
the gun back in his pocket, and he and Stone were starting to make their
exit. Keith shoved people out of his way, climbed over seats, and rushed
to the upper level, right in front of Richard as he tried to leave.
"Die!" Keith growled.
Richard merely smiled at the small young man and was about to shove
him out of the way when a piercing mental stake drove through his brain.
Keith had focused all his anger at this man into a deadly thought and sent
it through Rich's weak shield. Stone caught Richard as he fell, but it was
too late. His heart had stopped and would never beat again.
Then Keith slipped into the milling crowd and worked his way back to
Alec.
"What did you do?" Alec asked, wiping away his tears, but before Keith
answered, Alec could read the answer in his mind. "You didn't."
"I couldn't help myself. After everything he's done, it was the least
he deserved. How's Mitchell?"
Alec shrugged. "He's bleeding so much...I don't know..."
The brothers put their arms around each other and waited until the
medics arrived.
The Mitchell Knight Chronicles II:
_Power Struggle_
Epilogue
Keith sat next to Mitchell's bed looking intently upon the pale thin
figure lying there, so different from the strong person he'd come to know.
He shook his head in disbelief. He'd only had too little time with
Mitchell and already he might be taken from him forever. It just wasn't
fair.
"Uh, hi," a voice interrupted from behind Keith.
He turned to see a man about his age entering the room.
"My name's Devon," he said, extending his hand.
"I'm Keith," he answered, taking it.
"I know. I saw Alec out in the waiting room. He told me you'd be in
here. How's he doing?" Devon asked, nodding towards Mitchell.
Keith shook his head. "Not well. He's been in a coma ever since
getting shot, and they're not sure if he'll ever come out of it."
Devon frowned. "I can't believe this happened to him. He's such a
wonderful man."
"I know."
"At least he succeeded. Richard was stopped, and the whole
organization has really fallen apart since. Plus Jack has been hidden
away, so nobody will be able to use him again."
"What do you mean?" Keith asked.
"Oh, didn't Mitchell tell you?"
Keith shook his head.
"He sent Jim and Eric to Marcourt to get Jack. Lucky for me because I
was being held in the house by the guy I'd been spying on. I slipped up
there at the end, and they found out what I was doing."
"I know what that's like," Keith said, shuddering as he remembered his
stay as Rich's captor.
"I hope he gets better," Devon said, nodding to Mitchell. He reached
down and gripped Mitchell's hand. "Hang in there, Mitchell. We still need
you."
"Nice meeing you, Keith. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
Keith nodded, and then Devon left.
Taking Mitchell's hand, Keith leaned over the bed and closed his eyes,
willing strength form his body into Mitchell's.
"You have to get better, Mitchell," Keith whispered and sent in
thought.
"You're the most incredible person I've ever met. So caring,
fun...strong...giving. You knew what was right and did it, no matter what.
You can't leave us. All of us want you back. Me, Devon, Alec, Gregg,
everyone...
"And I...Mitchell, I really care about you. I feel something towards
you that I've never felt towards anybody. It's this powerful bond that I
just...I can't really even describe it. I feel so close to you...I love
you, Mitchell."
Keith bit his lip as a tear trickled down his cheek. Emotion swelled
within him as he acknowledged his feelings.
"I don't know if I'm gay or what. I've never felt like this about any
guy before, but you're special. I'm in love with you as a person, and
I...I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't know
what you want, but it's just not fair that you may leave us now before I
can even find out.
"Come back, Mitchell. Please. It can't be your time already."
Suddenly Mitchell was squeezing his hand back.
Keith opened his eyes and looked into Mitchell's blue eyes.
[A few
weeks later...]
They stood at Jack's bedside, and Keith watched Mitchell close his
eyes. He sensed the power working, and then there was nothing. Mitchell
opened his eyes.
"You took his power away?" Keith asked.
Mitchell nodded. "It's done. Now I can really believe that it's all
over."
Keith smiled. "Good."
He took Mitchell's hand in his, and they left the hospital.
The End
Copyright 1995 Mitchell Knight