Power Struggle

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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.

c 1995 Mitchell Knight

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