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47-Lost Boy Attack and Penetrations

47-Lost Boy Attack and Penetrations', 18364, 'Chapter 47: LOST BOY ATTACK AND PENETRATIONS


Gosh, these titles are taking more out of me than relating this upsetting
part of the story!

Boys are just so...smooth you know. There's just something about them.
Their athletic legs, those bulging calves. Hairless bodies with curves in
all the right places...curves on girls never did it for me. I just like
males. Those bare hip bones, the sex lines on the sides, and of course
those indents called abs and navels. Young males just have it all. I was
roaming in la la dreamland as I stirred. Tyler and Scen were watching me,
worried. I was on a stone cold floor but my body was hot. I dreamed of
Peter. Rock hard abs, smooth boyish skin, hairless body, hairless chest,
hairless abs, hairless down there...but with locks of usually blond
bright hair and those piercing blue eyes. And the challenge of him.
Getting him. Getting me. Getting him getting me. I don't know. He's never
boring.

"Is he alive?"

"I'll say he is, look at his..."

"Where am I?" I woke up, a boner annoying me for like, the first time
ever.

Then the three of us heard someone say, "Launch!"

Something big and monstrous...no, two something big and monstrous things
rose up into the night air. Watching, waiting, seeing...

Outside Peter cut the tips off the swords of many of the men and boys.
The armies were a mixture of men, teens, and boys, all ages, all
nationalities. Some were boys who came to Neverland and then deserted
Peter's cause, some were boys that were not growing up, some were men
like Hook's crew who came to Neverland to defeat Peter or take riches
they never found, and some were just teens who were bored in the real
world. The standard outfit seemed to be a thong only. Some wore
variations of this, with chest straps, shoulder straps, some with only
one, some with crisscrossed straps across their ample pecs. Almost all
wore boots or sandals. The heat was up high now and although it was
night, it was a full bloom summer night. And the moon hung heavy in the
sky and illuminated the clouds of smoke from the fire and the purple haze
that lifted from he moat. Peter danced on the tops of the heads of the
military males, laughing. Many fell unconscious. "No killing, Chase, I
honor my word."

"Was that him?" Someone whispered.

A voice snapped at that someone, "Keep quiet or I'll run you through
myself. If he hears us, it's all over."

A trap. What else?

The Lost Boys were done with stones and were now finding the pots that
were discarded by the army and tossing them up and down on the heads of
other army males, knocking out many, even dumping a few unlucky ones into
the fire within the moat. The tick tocking of the Croc could also be
heard in the area and it seemed to be doing Peter's work this time, for
some reason. It was eating a large portion of the army males. Their
screams could be heard for miles and were most haunting. This,
unfortunately drove the Lost Boys on to greater and more evil deeds among
the army men, even Landen and Bo were in on the deceits. The Fairy Boy
was holding a mini torch over the heads of some army men and boys, while
the Lost Boys appeared out of the mist behind them and yelped a war cry,
only to have their enemy turn and get a knife in throat or eye or ear.
Most grisly stuff. Only Jennie killed no one.
Bo crawled under the spread legs of a few men and on his belly, kicked
upward at balls and dicks alike, flooring many. When he was spotted and
arrows were aimed at him, he took the air. Before they could get arrows
off, a ton of water came down on them, hot water from the hot springs.
The flying elephants were back and on top one, Aoi ordered them to
release the hot water. It was clear the elephants did not want to keep it
in their trunks one second longer than they had to. This water hurt many
but did not kill. Aoi laughed at this. On the other elephant, Pare
ordered the same. Army males lay unconscious, hurt, wounded, or dead all
over the place.

Rollin met Peter in the sky as Peter took to it, "Now what?"

"You continue this out here and I, of course, get inside to free ...but
where is...Chase?" The Fairy Boy came to Peter and whispered in his ear.
Rollin watched. He could tell whatever was being said was grave.

"What is it? Peter?"

"Captain Peter."

"Captain Peter, what did he say?"

"Rober and Elise are on their way to the tower where Chase is being held
with Tyler and Scen."

"Oh no!"

Peter held his swords aloft, "Fear not, Rollin, me
handy....hearty...too...handy a lot on that street in New York...anyway,
I shall save them all...as usual."

The Fairy Boy sighed and tsked at this, annoyed that Peter took all the
credit all the time. Rollin took off to go tell the others. Peter flew at
the fire.

A voice in the clouds of fire and smoke said, "Ready now!"

"Ready!"

Pare called to Aoi, "What's that?"

It was too late. Aoi didn't hear him nor the voice. His elephant was
spent so Aoi lifted off it and let it fly off, away from the fight for
good. He flew to regroup the Lost Boys again. Pare let his elephant go as
well and took toward the voice, which was near the wall of fire. And
above. He looked up and saw something solid.

"Peter Pan!" Pare yelled. But Peter could neither hear him, nor respond.

Peter flew at the fire, "Right on through it!" Peter saw a titanic wall
of fire and rather foolishly and bravely flew right at it, head first.
His face a mix of grim determination and sheer pleasure. His eyes were
wide until he got real close and then he shut them and like a little boy
playing swords reverted to an innocent afraid of the dark. He plowed
through the wall of fire but above, danger waited for him.

In their cell, Scen and Tyler had obviously been arguing. I wondered if
it were over me. "Kill him!" Tyler said.

Scen said, "Don't start that again. He came to help us. More will. Peter
will."

"That's my point. I can't." Tyler sat on the floor, cradled his legs
and shook. "I must. I must."

"What's happened?" I stood up for the first time. I felt a lump on the
back of my head. "OW!"

"You must have been hit and dragged in here," Scen said.

I looked around the dank cell of stone and darkness. A rat was in the
corner. I smiled at it and it smiled back. "I wonder ...I was going to
the tower...and...oh no! Peter..."

Tyler turned to look up at us, "Peter is walking or rather flying into a
trap. Serves him right doesn't it?" He smiled at me.

"What do you mean?" I came over to Tyler and bent down.

"Damn homo!" Tyler said, "I..."

Scen came over to us, "He killed the Cardinal."

"What?" I asked, "Tyler?"

"I did it. I shouldn't have. It was so wrong. I don't want to speak to
you! About it. About you, about being...being, you know?"

I stood up away from Tyler again, "What's wrong with him?"

"He doesn't want to be like us...like this...like he is..."

"Gay?"

"Yeah."

"I broke one of the ten commandments...."

Scen bent down again to try to make sense of Tyler, "You did it for me,
to save me, Tyler!"

"Tye..." I started.

"You, you too are homo...I can't..."

"Oh stand up!" I came over to Tyler, who was much taller than I was. I
put my hands under his arm pits and heaved him up. Tyler stood there,
shaking like a scared little girl. "Don't you see, there are people out
there and in here I hope, fighting to save you. You have to step up and
accept yourself!"

Scen looked at him, and nodded, "Yes!"


Peter came out the wall of fire on the other side and whooped, "What a
rush! MAN! BOY! What a a rush! I wanna do it again! I wanna..."

Above Peter two massive balloons, platforms in the sky, floated over.
Inside the larger one was an adult army man, barechested like all the
rest but with a World War One pointed helmet on, oldest of the army men.
He was surrounded by teens and boys. The teens held bows in arrows, ready
to fire. The boys hefted large spears upward, ready to release. The other
platform was similarly armed and ready. Pare was overhead and he saw that
each balloon was making its own smoke with a kind of barbecue device, and
similar to the way the Indians made smoke signals. This was to make their
own smoke for cover. And attached to each warrior in each balloon were
goggles with infrared glasses on. They all saw Peter even if he didn't
see them. Pare was close now and he knew that if he punctured the huge
balloon, it would not be in time. By the time it took the balloons to
sink to the ground, the warriors could get off almost all their weapons
and slay Peter, who was unsuspecting. Peter, for his part, was like a
child playing war games. Only these war games were real. Pare knew this
and hollered a war whoop, hoping some of the Lost Boys were nearby,
having noticed he was not with them.

Indeed, Aoi did notice and he lead Je'ne, Rico, Rollin, Sole, and Bo back
to the area. He had Landen, Barry, and Bailey rounding up the army men
and boys who were attempting to fire arrows and long spears at the
castle in a random attack on Peter from the outside of the moat area. At
least he hoped they could do that. It had been too quiet and Aoi knew
that the Lost Boys and he did not get all the army folk. Then Landen,
Barry, and Bailey, hovering in the sky, saw the giant spear catapults
being brought to the area, each of three holding giant spears the size
of a skyscraper in them as well as side spears all around the main one.
If launched this could spread eagle the entire area with spears and the
individuals were ready fire arrows as well. Landen's blue eyes gleamed
in the Moonlight, "Peter's had it..."

"Yeah he has..." Barry nodded with his own wide eyes.

"Unless we do something," Bailey said, his face written with war and
fascination, "Like we promised Aoi we would..."

"Down and at them?" Landen gulped.

"Yup!" Bailey took out his sword, "But carefully!"

The two redheaded brothers from Ireland rushed downward, Barry taking out
his swords. Landen had only two small knives so he took them out,
shrugged, "I guess we all gotta die sooner or later!" He raced after
them. "Wish it were later!"

Almost at the same time, Pare rushed one of the balloons when he realized
Aoi, Je'ne, Rico, Rollin, Sole, and even Bo began to rock the balloon but
when that proved too difficult they put their swords into the balloon's
basket along the sides and struck the legs and calves of some of the
warriors. Others tried to shoot them with arrows. It was then that the
returning elephants came and flew into this balloon, turning it over,
making the Lost Boys there scatter. While this happened, Pare knew that
the other balloon's occupants already had Peter Pan in their sights. He
had to act now! He flew from the top of the balloon and jumped into the
basket! He had two swords out and he plunged them into two boys near him.
The two looked really young and when they saw Pare land, they tried to
slice into him but Pare had the drop on them and seared his blades into
their belly buttons. They looked shocked and felt both pained and
pleasured. Pare didn't have time to wait, for he turned every which way
in the close quarters of the balloon's basket and severed heads, necks,
chests, arms, hands, knees as someone jumped up at him but he wasn't sure
he could keep this up. There were backs too...the backs of arrow boys
ready to fire on Peter. Pare rushed past bodies that fell...that he
slew...and stabbed a long slice across the bare youthful backs, opening
them up, splaying the air with blood, which whipped across his own chest.
Arrows just fell from bows and flopped uselessly into the fire pit that
was once a moat.

But behind Pare, other warriors were making clear the bodies of those
already slain by Pare and dumping over the side...bodies which fell
limply, arms and hands waving lifelessly...as they sailed into the moat's
fire. Peter heard something fall and turned in the air, on the other side
of the moat. He heard something fall. Someone jumped from the castle
window. A warrior who landed on Peter's back as the boy turned. "Darn
it!" Peter yelled and twirled, trying to get this bigger boy off him.
The muscled boy had an ample belly which hugged against Peter's muscled
back. Peter was being dragged down and as they struggled, their course
took them back over the fiery moat, the flames licking up at their feet
as they fought. The beefy boy on Peter's back hung on and had to use both
hands to do this. Unfortunately, he also had to get his knife out from
his holster and as he reached for it...

Warriors rushed Pare from behind and he turned, swirling at them with his
swords and cutting off heads. Chests opened up. Body parts flew from the
balloon.

Landen looked at a volley was fired from one of the catapults. The spears
as well as arrows shot at the same time by ribby arrow boys, pulling hard
on their bows, straining their bony ribs...fired up at the first balloon
which was sailing downward now too. Down down down and to blow up in the
moat's flames. The blast rocked the Lost Boys that flew above...Aoi and
his group. Good thing too as this blast saved their lives. The first
volley aiming for Peter missed the Boy Who Never Grew Up but would have
hit Aoi and his group had the blast not knocked them further up.

Pare felt the blast and the rocking caused by it made him fall off step.
A large man stabbed him in the side and from behind. Another boy jumped
on his back and used two knives to drive into his two collar bone areas.
Pare flipped him off into oncoming others and began to stab. He drove his
swords into more bellies than ever and took them out and plunged again.
He felt the knives still in his shoulders, causing pain there. Two good
looking teens, older than Pare, shoved long thin swords into his belly,
to either side of his outtie navel. Another male, a younger one than
Pare, had a long knife with jagged edges and he shoved it into Pare's
navel, deep. Pare kicked him and he fell out of the balloon. Errant
spears, shot by the catapult below ripped into the balloon.

Landen had cut the ropes as he flew over the catapult spear point,
grabbed it with one hand and twisted it around to face the armies's own
men. The spears went off and slew many of the warriors on the side of
the moat facing away from the castle. Landen, overhead could see the
bodies pierced, wagging like tails on a dog as their bodies shook with
invading points. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about it. Then
he had to dodge arrows so he took off after cutting the ropes that sent
those warriors to Valhalla or Heaven or Hell. As he flew up he saw Bailey
land near the second catapult and start stabbing arrow boys there. More
and more warriors came and overran Bailey and smoke made it hard for
Landen to see the redheaded Irish boy.

Pare had swords in his middle, points meeting in his guts, his navel, his
intestines, his upper abs. Some of them met and made love their in his
innards. He shook and his own penis made love to the air.

In the strange sky, Aoi regrouped his boys, "Where? Where's Pare now?"

"I think he's still in the balloon!" Rollin said, shaking the blast
from his ears.

"At the balloon!" Aoi pointed his sword.

Pare tossed his swords up at the balloon and pierced the under belly of
the balloon just as the boys, teens, and surviving men in the balloon did
the same thing to his underbelly, opening it up. He held it but
everything seemed to spill out of him from all orifices, even the ones
man-boy-teen made. "Now I know why Peter loves this so much..." He head
butted a smaller warrior, took his sword and stabbed the rest of the
warriors, who fell out of the balloon gripping their guts...but the
balloon was deflated now and sailing downward...down down down...

Aoi raced at the balloon anyway, head first like Superman. Rollin and
Rico grabbed him by the underarms and dragged him back, the trio of them
spiraling like a ball in the air as Aoi fought them. "No, no! NO, let me
go get him out of it!"

Rollin yelled, "He's gone!"

"You'll die too!" Rico snapped, "It's not your fault!"

"I left him there!" Aoi yelled.

The balloon raced down into the fire, the basket hitting first as Pare
began to try to fly but couldn't. He looked down just as the fire came up
at him, "It IS a good day to die. Now I'll never know if I could grow up
again." The fire blasted the basket and it all exploded as the smoke
machine inside the basket met the fire. Aoi, Rollin, and Rico saw it
explode and the light hit their faces, making night day for a short time.
The red and yellow lit up their faces and they didn't cover their eyes,
for they watched, realizing Pare was gone...for good. Not even his body
would be found.

In the air, the others realized what had happened too. Bo was grabbed by
Jennie and they hugged together, crying. The same blast blew the boy off
Peter's back. Peter turned and saw the boy's right hand leaving his
ribs and he tried to reach out and grab it to save him but the boy was
thrown fast and clear from Peter and the body seemed to fall away so
fast, Peter couldn't fly at him. Peter could only watch as the boy landed
in flames in the moat and was incinerated. Peter shrugged. "Awesome!" He
turned and looked up. A rain of arrows and spears flew so far overhead,
they were sure not to be a threat to him. "Poor marksmen ship. They suck!
Makes me think of Chase, sucking." He laughed at this joke he made,
one that he couldn't even understand the humor of or the adultness of and
he flew up toward a window.

Jennie had seen Je'ne, Sole, and Bo and joined them to huddle with Bo. He
knew and felt Pare's death. Aoi, Rico, and Rollin flew to them. Aoi was
crying. Rico shook his head to the others, who already knew Pare was
dead.

Landen saw the catapult he had just turned was about to be turned back
toward Peter's area. In fact, it already had fired another volley. He
flew off, returned with a piece of burning wood. He had ripped a piece,
straining himself, from a high up tree, risking arrows being shot at him.
He took it to the fire wall and made a torch for himself. He threw this
onto the catapult and it spread quickly. While the warriors in thongs
tried to put it out, Landen repeated this again two more times so that
the catapult there was useless.

In the air, the Lost Boys not at the catapults were crying again. Sole
flew to Aoi, took his shoulders in his hands and said, "We still have
others we have to stop from getting to Peter and the others. Bailey,
Barry, and Landen might need us too."

"Be brave," Bo said, one of the only times he ever spoke. "Peter would
want you to be."

Aoi nodded and took his sword out again, "To the catapults!"

Peter had to fly up to one of the windows at the Tower but he found the
catapults firing was blocking his way. "Darn! But how marvelous! Can't
stop me though!! I can get past anything!"

The stupid boy would get himself killed by flying up at the arrows and
spears being launched at him. If I were there...gosh, do I sound as
conceited as he?

With yet another home made torch, Landen raced to Bailey who was slaying
more and more warriors. "COME ON!" He yelled as the warriors came at
him. A growing pile of bodies were all around Bailey. It suddenly
occurred to Landen and later to me, that we didn't really know if the
Twins...if the Triplets (Bailey, Bo, and Barry) were Protestant or
Catholic. They had been rescued from the Irish War that Peter stopped,
the one that had gone on for so long. Were they IRA? Had they been little
terrorists? Bailey saw Landen trying to land but there were too many
warriors around trying to hack his feet. "NO DON'T LAND! Help my
brother!" Bailey stabbed the guts out of a boy that looked somewhat
like himself, "I got this covered!!!!"

Landen nodded and turned and flew at Barry's side. Barry was floating
over the last catapult where the warriors there were staring at them. The
boys there didn't know what to do. They didn't want to die and they
didn't really want to fire the catapult again. So Barry and Landen just
stared at them. Then more warriors came and lead by older men. These
warriors were more like men than the others and some older teens. They
pointed at Landen and Barry. Landen threw his torch at the catapult and
set it on fire but one of the warriors fired an arrow at him. Landen was
pushed aside by Barry but another arrow caught Landen's shoulder. Landen
yelped and flew up a bit higher. He had to grab up onto a tree branch to
keep from falling back down into the armies. "Wow," was all he could say
as he saw the still large number of warriors below. "But they can't get
across the moat either. But no one can get out either."

Barry was hit in the shoulder too but he flew down to the catapult as the
men there put out the fires. He killed a few of the newer arrivals, the
boys there racing away for their lives. Barry let out a scream of war as
he used two swords to kill two teens at a time. Ten lay dead right away,
making even the men think twice about attacking him. Bailey just stayed
where he was, letting warrior after warrior come at him and as they raced
at him, they came to their deaths. Some ran right onto the swords, their
belly buttons coming into contact with the point just too late for them
to stop their race to their own end. As more and more raced at Barry
though, others loaded the catapult and readied to fire at Peter again.
Landen made a move from his tree and ignored the arrow in his shoulder
but it hurt him a great deal. He had dropped his torches so he made a
move to get more wood from the tree he was on. It was hard to fly with
the arrow in his shoulder but he attempted it anyway.

Bailey let almost no one near him live. No one could get to the catapult
to load it again.

Barry was having more trouble doing this though. He was a good fighter
but not as good as his brother. One of the younger boys reached down for
a long long spear and he found it. As Barry swiped the chests off of two
men, the young boy, who was facing down his own cowardice---for he was
one of the boys originally there and who had run away----gripped the long
long spear and hid behind a larger boy who was getting his belly messed
up by the swipes of Barry. The little one waited for this one to fall
dead, his belly a pool of red, before he took the point to Barry's own
navel and shoved in as hard as he could!

To be continued...


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