Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2016 00:57:12 -0500
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: Bluejay

Comments and questions are always welcome at ebonart.gallery@gmail.com
Originally appeared in Buttmen 2, 2002, while I was using the name
'robinman'


BLUEJAY



Bluejay grinned as he leapt from a ledge and flew across empty space for
four heartbeats before landing lightly on the other side of the alley,
powerful legs taking up the impact then letting him spring ahead like a
racehorse. The caped boy had been running across the Centropolis skyline
for twenty minutes straight and was barely breathing hard; such athletic
exertion was literally child's play to him. The men he pursued were not so
trained or dedicated, but they had a long head start. There, to the
right... Bluejay spotted two of the four men, running and stumbling across
the rooftops as they fled in blind panic. To his left, the masked teen
caught a glimpse of the other two, one of which was already pitching
forward in exhaustion while the second seemed to glide along: that was the
leader and Bluejay marked him as someone to watch. `These two first,
though', the boy thought. He veered to the right, gave a tremendous leap,
did a handstand off an air conditioning unit for added momentum and then
dropped in front of the two fleeing thieves. His blue-gloved fist flashed
out and crushed the first man's nose. The thief literally was knocked off
his feet by the powerful blow, and fell to the rooftop, screaming and
clutching his nose in pain. The second man dodged to one side, causing the
boy's kick to miss him, then he swung at Bluejay's head with the heavy bag
of money. Bluejay grinned and blocked the bag with one hand, then lashed
out with a right cross to the thief's jaw once, then twice. The man
sprawled on the rooftop, unconscious. Bluejay shot off after the second
pair.


One thief had fallen by the wayside, so Bluejay made for him next. The man
was laid up behind a stairwell entrance, panting and clutching the leather
valise all of them carried. The blue-costumed boy leapt up, swung on a
projecting bar, and dropped down in front of the man. The masked youth
stood up and walked forward as the thief gave a panting whine. Bluejay was
a sleek and lean teenaged boy, dressed in a costume that looked as if it
had been spray-painted onto his whipcord-muscled, well-defined physique: a
medium blue bodysuit with dark blue trunks, indigo leather gloves, and
boots. A short, hip-length indigo cape fell off his broad shoulders, the
trailing edge cut so that it looked like the wings of a giant bird. The boy
was handsome to the point of beauty, only the strong line of his jaw saving
his face from an almost pretty, androgynous look. His eyes, behind the dark
blue mask he wore, were bright cornflower blue and his short hair was the
color of summer sunshine. The hero's beautiful features were grim and the
thief cringed back, anticipating a beating. Then the youth flashed a bright
smile and two capsules tumbled from his gloved hand to break on the
rooftop. Billowing gas pushed the thief into dreamland as Bluejay waved
`goodbye' to him.


Bluejay waited for the sleep gas to dissipate and knelt by the sleeping
man, taking up the leather valise and opening it. Green and silver circuit
boards glittered at him in the reflected light and Bluejay frowned. These
were not your ordinary thieves. High tech equipment like this was useless
unless you knew where to fence it, and from the looks of them, these men
wouldn't know how to fence a stolen lollipop, much less top-of-the-line
microcircuits. Redhawk, his mentor and partner, would want to know about
this later. The eighteen-year-old boy stood and then was off like a shot
once more, eager to get the last man and find out what was going on here.
Tomorrow morning he had to go back to Centropolis University and be normal
Ricky Dane, freshman college student. Tonight, though, he could blow off
steam and bust some criminal heads.


Bluejay smiled to himself as he continued the pursuit, powerful legs
pumping as he sprinted across the darkened rooftops of Centropolis' Black
Harbor district. The man was probably heading for some warehouse rendezvous
or hideout, so... he'd follow at a distance, let the man think he had
escaped. A shadow disappeared down through an open skylight and Bluejay
dived in after his prey.


The boy somersaulted and landed lightly on a crate, then leaped to the cold
floor of the warehouse. Bluejay narrowed his eyes, waiting for a shot in
the dark or a club to come whistling in at his head. Nothing. The youth
turned... and the man he had been chasing was standing right behind him.


Bluejay halted, surprised. The man was masked, a black eye mask across his
features, but even so Ricky could tell the man was handsome, with smooth
delicate features and wide, beautiful green eyes. Eyes you could fall into.
His hair was so black it had blue highlights; it fell across his forehead
and was caught in back in a short tail. He was costumed all in midnight
blue, from head to toe, revealing a lean, breathtakingly symmetrical body
with perfectly defined muscles. His gloved hands had long, delicate fingers
that ended in short, sharp claws. The boots were similarly clawed. No
wonder he could climb like that. Bluejay swallowed, taken aback, and he
stepped back as the man approached. Closer, he could see that the man was
barely older than he himself, maybe in his early twenties. He stepped back
again, his blue eyes staring into the young man's green ones, until he hit
something. He turned and saw it was a thick metal support beam, then he
turned back... and the man's face was less than an inch from his, those
wonderful eyes so wide and compelling. Bluejay let out his breath slowly,
unsure of what was happening. He should be fighting this guy, retrieving
the stolen boards. His gloved hands clenched into fists, then slowly
uncurled. He could smell the man's sweet breath, he was so close, and he
could tell the young man could do the same. "We do not have to fight," the
young man said in a soft French accent. His clawed gloved hand came up and
pushed a soft crescent of golden hair out of Bluejay's eyes. Bluejay was
frozen, unable to react. His heart pounded. The masked thief reached behind
Bluejay's neck... and gently scratched the skin there, a sharp stinging pain
that disappeared almost as soon as it started. Bluejay's breath caught in
his chest and the teen hero felt a wave of dizziness rush through him. He
swayed on his feet, confused and hesitant.


The young man smiled, bent closer and kissed the boy hero softly on the
lips.


Once, twice, the young man tasted him, then his tongue slipped past Ricky's
lips and the kiss became an exploration. Bluejay closed his eyes and opened
his lips more, letting the youth kiss him, relaxing against the pillar. The
masked thief's touch was gentle, sliding over Bluejay's deep chest and
sculpted arms, up to his long neck and soft cheeks. The thief undid
Bluejay's short cape and let it fall to the ground, then he slid the boy's
tunic off, revealing the powerful golden-muscled torso. The thief relaxed
against Bluejay's athletic form, his own slender body sliding gently over
Bluejay's chest until the boy hero gasped with his desire.


They kissed for several long minutes, the young man's tongue sliding into
Bluejay's passive mouth over and over again, until finally he parted.
Bluejay licked his lips and moaned softly to himself. He was panting and
his young cock was a rigid piece of iron in his silky trunks. The thief
kissed Bluejay's cheek and neck, then nibbled at his ear. "I am le
Panthère," the youth said quietly, almost whispering in Bluejay's ear.
"Mmm. You see, pretty Bluejay, we do not have to fight." He kissed Bluejay
on the lips again and then pulled back so he could look at the confused
boy's pretty, angelic face. "Oh, I think you are the most beautiful boy in
the world," the thief said, then kissed the end of Bluejay's nose and
quietly laughed. His hands slid over Bluejay's deep chest and powerful
arms. "The poison on my gloves will ... confuse you. It makes people pliant,
very susceptible to my suggestions. And my desires." Le Panthère kissed the
handsome teen again, and laughed. "You will do anything for me." Bluejay
found himself nodding, his bright blue eyes blinking in confusion behind
his mask.


Le Panthère smiled and slowly drew his clawed fingers down Bluejay's chest,
barely brushing the college boy's golden tanned muscles, leaving soft white
lines that faded. Bluejay closed his eyes and his head fell back as the man
teased his nipples to stiff nubs, then traced the well-defined muscles of
his abdomen. He stepped close again and the two masked youths embraced,
kissing passionately. Bluejay shivered, feeling the young thief's lean hard
body against his stronger one, and he moved his hips, pressing his rigid
enclosed cock against the warmth he could feel in the other man's costume.
Le Panthère bit Bluejay gently on the ear, shivering himself now in desire
and delight. "You are wonderful," the thief moaned, feeling the need in the
teenaged boy in his arms. Le Panthère knelt, taking Bluejay with him, and
pinned the bare-chested boy on the ground. He laughed and the young hero
beneath him smiled. Le Panthère straddled the blue-masked boy and then
scooted back so he could slowly remove Bluejay's trunks, then undo the
tights so that Bluejay's cock sprang out into the open air.


Ricky gasped, and thrust his hips up, showing off his beautiful cut member.
The thief grabbed it, wrapped his hand around the straight shaft, then bent
and took the red straining cockhead between his soft wet lips. "Dude!"
Bluejay gasped out loud, "Dude!" Le Panthère laughed and stood up, pulling
Bluejay with him. Bluejay felt his head spinning, and he grasped an iron
bar to steady himself. Le Panthère laughed softly to himself, then looked
around the chill warehouse. He reached out and pulled a length of chain
from a shelf, then gently bound Bluejay to the iron bar above him, pulling
the youth's muscled arms up and to the sides. Bluejay swayed in his
makeshift pillory, unsure of just why he was letting himself be bound this
way. His half-soft cock, though, grew hard once more as the boy tested the
chains at his wrists and arms and found they held him fast. Le Panthère
worked quickly and pulled off Bluejay's weapons belt, his boots and at last
his tights. The handsome thief moved behind the captive Bluejay and kissed
the back of the boy's neck. "Now, my pretty bird-boy, I have you."


Le Panthère knelt and slid his gloved hands up Bluejay's powerful legs,
finally coming to that object of his ultimate desire, the boy hero's
beautiful ass. It was trim, two pert firm mounds of muscle that curved into
his legs and melted up into his back. Two dimples showed, the result of
years of working out and hard, punishing exercise. Le Panthère traced those
and the boy's ass twitched in response, then again as the handsome thief
bent and planted a gentle kiss on the soft pale skin.


"Ooh," came from Bluejay as he felt the warmth there. He struggled against
the chains and bit his lip, feeling the soft warm kisses on his ass. So
much like Redhawk, his mentor, partner and occasional lover. Le Panthère
kissed the boy's ass again and again, then licked the milk-pale baby-soft
skin. "So wonderful," the thief said, then slid his hands across the firm
muscles, feeling their strength and well-toned firmness. His hands parted
Bluejay's ass, and the thief bent closer. Bluejay sighed again to feel the
man's hot breath on his twitching little pucker, then the masked boy closed
his eyes and bit his lip as he felt Le Panthère's soft lips kiss his most
private place.


Le Panthère kissed the hero's little quirm, soft lips gently sucking at the
little opening. He kept the teenager's ass pulled apart, and he kissed the
soft tender pink flesh there, again and again, gentle wet kisses that drove
Bluejay wild with desire, causing him to pull n the bonds, his arm muscles
straining. He closed his eyes and writhed in his own private world of
desire, wanting this to never end. The boy hero's cock rose up to its full
length and trembled with unreleased need. A pearly drop of precum oozed out
of the boy's cut, plum-red cockhead and slid down the veined shaft until it
disappeared into the sun-golden fur of his groin. Another followed it
quickly, then another, until Bluejay felt a regular stream of his
dick-honey wet his groin then trickle down his muscled legs.


The thief laughed and drew the tips of two fingers through the lube and
then pressed them to Bluejay's tightness. He swirled the fingers gently
against the teen boy's opening, then slowly teased his index finger past
the firm muscle. It sank deep into the heat of Bluejay's body and the
chained teen tensed, arm and back muscles bulging erotically as the chains
were tested once more. "Stop it, please," the masked hero groaned.
"Don't...ooohhh!" The chains chimed as the boy writhed in his makeshift
prison: the thief had penetrated him with the second finger, pushing deep
into his little boy pussy. "Ah..aaiiaa!" Bluejay cried out as a third
finger joined the pair, stretching his tight hole. The cat burglar's
fingers moved in and out, gently teasing the teen's asshole until a light
sheen of sweat covered Bluejay's strong body. Le Panthère glided his other
hand over the youth's marble-hard thighs and legs, tanned to a soft gold
color save for the pale white lines that showed off the hero's ass. The
thief's hand slid around and combed through the boy's golden cockbush, then
toyed with the low-hanging balls. He touched, caressed and then gently
squeezed the smooth ballsac, tightening his grip until the college boy
twisted in discomfort. Then the hand moved to the rock-hard boycock jutting
out from Bluejay's groin. It was smooth and cut, the shaft nicely veined
while the plum-red helmet was swollen and smooth as glass. Le Panthère
caressed the cockhead while Bluejay trembled in his chains.


"God, please, let me cum," the masked boy moaned.

"Not yet, mon bel amoureux, my handsome lover..." The thief continued to play
with the boy's ass, finally removing his fingers and letting the youth
relax in his bonds for a moment. The thief caressed the firm pale mounds of
muscle, then pulled the smooth globes apart.


"So wonderful," Le Panthère sighed as he kissed Bluejay's quivering hole.
He kissed and kissed at the stretched opening, wet and slick from Bluejay's
own precum. Finally the boy's gates opened and the thief's tongue darted in
and past, penetrating Bluejay with a warm gentle pressure that caused the
teen boy's head to snap back. A moan escaped Bluejay's lips, then a high
soft cry as his cock squirted a little more lube out into the cold air. Le
Panthère's raspy tongue plunged in again to claim the boy's treasures, then
the handsome thief began to gently rim the pretty boy, his hot wet tongue
darting in and out and around, stirring the struggling youth to new
heights.


"Holy Shit, what are you doing?" the masked hero moaned, shaking his head
from side to side. Sweat flew from his sun-bright hair in a glistening
halo. Le Panthère said nothing, simply letting his agile tongue speak for
itself. The thief plunged into Bluejay's tight little hole with his tongue
more and more, then pulled back. Bluejay relaxed then stiffened again as
the wet fluid tongue was replaced by a long rigid finger. "Yie!" the boy
yipped, and he pulled at his restraints. He struggled, feeling the digit
gently but insistently penetrate him, up and up until it brushed his
prostate. Bluejay moaned softly in his pleasure and the thief suddenly
laughed.


"You are no stranger to this," the man said, and stood up. He undid a flap
in the one-piece costume he wore and let his long dark cock surge out into
the chill air. He laid the firm length against Bluejay's back and the boy
gasped. "God, you're long," said the masked teen, dismay filling his voice.
"You'll kill me if you put that in me."


Le Panthère embraced the chained boy from behind, sliding his long thick
member against the pink fold of the pretty teen's ass. He nibbled on
Bluejay's ear and neck. "What, you do not want me to claim your pretty
pussy, little bird? I will bet that you are very used to this; you are no
struggling virgin. You have been with a man many times. You respond too
well for you to be so fresh." The man moved his dark length against Ricky
again, almost nine inches of thick uncut cock.


"Take me," breathed Bluejay. The boy closed his eyes and cried out as the
thief's mancock pushed into his hot depths. The thief clamped his arms
around the chained boy, grunting as he forced his cock into the boy, who
only resisted slightly, enough to make it pleasurable for them both. His
thick member slid into the teen easily. "Mmm, take that up your little
teenboy pussy, Bluejay," the costumed thief grunted. He began to piston his
cock into the helpless boy, grinning as Bluejay's high-pitched cries echoed
from the bare walls. The man adjusted his angle of attack, the broad
flaring cockhead now stroking Ricky's prostate with every thrust. Sweat
trickled down the thief's face until finally he grunted and began to pump
the boy full of cum. "AAIHH!" cried Bluejay, arching his back as he felt
the hot gush in his ass, then his own rigid boycock began to shoot. Long
ropes of white cum squirted from the golden-haired kid's dick, spurting
onto the cold warehouse floor. Bluejay's ass clenched the cat burglar's
cock like a vice, causing the man to bite his lip with need and desire.


Finally, both were done and Le Panthère slowly pulled his cock from the
limp, tired boy's ass. Bluejay hung in his chains, and sighed softly in the
afterglow of his experience. Then the masked boy felt the man's fingers at
his rosebud once more, pulling him open again, then there was that
marvelous tongue. Bluejay gave a soft moan as the man began to clean him
thoroughly, until his twitching pussy was clean and fresh once more. The
man then moved to the boy's swinging limp cock and brought it erect with
his tongue once more, cleaning the sweet meat with expert swabs and kisses.


Bluejay trembled as the man stood up in front of him again. The thief
cupped Bluejay's angelic face in his hands and kissed the boy again, a deep
passionate kiss that let the teen taste the salt of his cum and the subtle
tang of his own tight ass. The chained boy fought to keep kissing the man,
but the thief pulled away.


"Ah, no, sweet one," the cat-thief purred, straightening the captive boy's
golden hair with one hand. "Later. We will meet again, Bluejay, I am sure
of that. You will remember this night, no?" He leaned forward and brushed
his lips across Bluejay's soft cheek. "You will free yourself soon, mon
ami," Le Panthère said. The masked man faded into the darkness of the
warehouse and was gone. Bluejay hung by the chains binding his arms for
several minutes until he was sure the man was gone, then with a quick snap
and twist he was free. Redhawk had shown him how to get out of such simple
bonds when he was still a kid in short pants. He winced a bit as he felt
his violated ass. He closed his eyes as he probed it, sliding a finger into
the tight warmth, then back out.


`Yeah,' the boy thought, `we'll meet again.' He smiled, gathering his
scattered costume and starting to dress once more. `And next time, I get to
be on top.'


END