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"Can I HELP you, officer?" Cyrus said calmly, the rest of us fanning out behind him like a squad Blue Angel jets in performance. The sheriff was an older man, gone gray, but probably early. He had a 'Sam Elliott' type of moustache, and was wearing what looked like a cowboy hat, but with the sheriff's symbol right in the front. He stood up right away when he saw us approaching, and his forehead wrinkled slightly, not expecting to see ten teenagers headed in his direction all of a sudden. "Yo
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My oh my, how the walls of that house trembled with Kriegar and Kristin up there raising all sorts of hell. It almost made you wish that you could watch such an event. Maybe even video tape it to watch again later. I think it made everybody a little horny from the sounds alone, even over the music. But despite a few instances where I gave in to urges to tongue kiss lovingly with John Boy beside me, I didn't do much more. Not with Dexter watching me so closely. He had been so silent today. Whethe
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As the storm raged loudly outside, the thunder rattling the windows with its symphony...I found myself nearly bursting open as my body attempted to adapt to this...'change'. It was hard to stand. Hard to adjust to the massive weight of this clumsy, yet powerful, new 'form' I had taken. Every part of me stung with an intense pain that made me tremble in agony! My muscles felt as though they had been stretched to capacity..tightened rubber bands trying desperately not to 'snap'. My skin felt
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The rain had never felt so heavy on my backside. So cold. So unkind. Every drop seemed to be as big as a full water balloon, weighing me down with every merciless splash. The sky above me was so dark that it looked as though it could swallow me whole at any moment. My only relief from its menacing shadow were the sudden strikes of untamed lightning that soared overhead...followed by an equally unsettling boom of spontaneous thunder. But all I could do was run. And run. And RUN!!!! I had no
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By the time the truck had come back to the old house, I was nearly drained by Dexter's aggressive kissing and seductive grinding on my lap. But I had given into it completely. And the more he gave me, the more I wanted, hungrily sucking on his soft boyish lips until I was breathless. I hadn't even noticed that the truck had stopped moving until I heard Cyrus open the door. "Come on, kid. Let's get you in out of this storm, huh?" He said, and we climbed out one by one. I can distinctly remem
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It was pointless for me to be silent. It was pointless for me to run. It was pointless for me to try to bargain with him, or wait him out. Cyrus had cornered me in the ultimate checkmate, and he was just patiently waiting for me to truly figure that out. "You know...the thing about...well, recognizing your own freedom...is that it starts off as a pretty terrifying concept. It's hard for the mind to let go of its 'training'." He said. "The first question that comes to mind when you tell some
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The powerful vibrations began to heat up in my palms, surging slowly up my arms with a tingle...reaching my shoulders and then spreading up to my neck and down to my chest simultaneously. It was like standing against the current in a woodland river. The energy swam over me and under me, around me and through me. A true connection was made. Time seemed to slow down drastically at that moment. The air stopped moving, outside noises came to a halt...and I remember feeling like I had to somehow anch
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Young Wesley has spent his life trying to be a decent boy. Always holding back, always trying to make the right decision. But when a young group of delinquents step into his life, they begin to free him from what he knew as being right and wrong. However, these other teens are a lot more than what they seem. Beware the full moon, the new moon, and every dark hour in between!
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As we walked out of the house to pile into the truck, I was prepared to take my usual seat in the back. Probably with Dexter hugged up tightly against me while I tried to discourage his sudden urges to sniff my neck or playfully lick my face. But Cyrus had other plans this time. "Wesley...come here." He said with a smile. "I want you to sit up front with me today. I want you at my right side." He said. Not only did this surprise me, but Scout nearly lost it when he heard that. "WHAT?!?
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Cyrus was silent for the first 40 steps or so, waiting until we were truly alone and weaving our way in between the trees of the forest surrounding the clearing. The strange thing is, even though I verbally hesitated to admit that I would follow him....it was surprisingly easy to walk by his side as he led me off to God knows where. It always was. His level of confidence added to your own. He hardly seemed afraid of anything, and something about that compelled you to trust him completely. Even w
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It was a stressful task, trying to keep from worrying so it wouldn't show on my face how much I wanted to leave. Trying not to give away my thoughts with the others watching me so closely. So hungrily. I could barely look up from the floor of the back of that truck without my eyes meeting up with Shank and Razor's...or alerting John Boy to my movements. I swear....that boy could hear my eyeballs movin everytime I looked in his direction. And with Dex so tightly clamped to my side, there wasn't e
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My stomach was still trembling when I walked out to that truck. Was it all a game? Did Cyrus and his goons enjoy seeing me sweat like this? Did they truly get a kick out of keeping me on edge at all times, hoping that the tension in me will force me to snap in half at some point when I couldn't take any more? Or did his little demonstrations contain a necessary lesson that he wanted me to absorb? A reason for me to further put my faith and trust into this strange group of characte
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It felt like Cyrus was purposely hitting every bump and pothole on the road as we sped along. Everyone was silent, hardly the cocky and brazen boys that I had come to know and love. Instead, they all kept to themselves, occassionally glancing over at me...as if I had just ruined the 'camping trip'. Were they mad at me? Was Cyrus mad at me? I really didn't mean to 'show him up' or anything. Hell, I didn't even know what the fuck I was doing at the time. I just....I had this vision of Dexter smash
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The liquor in that small bottle seemed to get easier and easier to drink with every sip. The sting of it no longer caused me to flinch. The taste of it no longer inspired the urge to spit it out and reject its influence on me. For the first time, I began to see the suggested joy in poisoning myself with alcohol. It was something that I thought I'd never do. But...as the tingly sensation crawled over my entire body, my inhibitions lowering themselves to the point where I couldn't help but smile t
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The trembles took their time going away. I was literally afraid to move for fear that I would somehow trigger that strange vibration within me. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off of my faded reflection in the kitchen window...wondering if anything about it would change. The bad thing is...it's not that I didn't feel like myself anymore...instead...I felt more like 'myself' than I ever had before. I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling. Nor could I tell you where it w
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Cyrus kept his hand on the small of my back the entire walk back to the walk. Can you even imagine how good it feels to be treated with such affection by someone you look up to? Someone who has the courage and the power to live the life you always felt that you should have. Just feeling the closeness between us was enough to help the dizzyness get stronger inside of me. It was getting so hard to fight it. So hard to even see any alternative to doing what I was told. My mind was begging me to sto
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Sitting there on the rocks by the lake at Rainbow's End, just leaning back and feeling the soothing sensation of alcohol tearing down what was left of my inhibitions...I looked up at the star filled sky above me and smiled warmly to myself. My wounds from the fight had numbed themselves almost completely, feeling just a little bit puffy and swollen, but not to the point where I felt 'disfigured' because of it. I actually kinda liked having a few war scars from the experience. I kept running my f
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The truck traveled down the nearly empty highway, the roads pitch black, void of any light at all except for the stars above. We passed by a few small houses, inhabited by people who wouldn't be awake any later than 10:30 PM, even on the weekends, and everyone around me stayed mostly silent. Dex had curled up with his knees under his chin, sucking gently on his thumb while playing with one of his shoelaces. Kriegar was concentrated mostly on his bottle, taking sip after sip, enjoying the sting o
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I came down to the bottom of the steps, and paused for a moment. My mind seemed to lock up on me over what had just happened. Wondering if the monsterous visage I had just seen on Dexter's once innocent face had been real or...just some pumped up figment of my imagination. My body felt heated, and I was sure that my fever was causing some very strange side effects in me. Maybe it was the alcohol. I had definitely guzzled down a lot for my first time. Not nearly as much as any of the others, but
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Waking up to see the daylight shining in through the bedroom window was a bit disorienting at first. Trying to figure out where I was, and what I was doing there. I had practically forgotten about last night. The drinking, the fight at Rainbow's End, the sexual explosion afterwards...all a blur. But as my eyes fluttered open from a deep sleep, bits and pieces of it began to melt back into my reality. I started to remember the fight with my father, and the attack at the house that left it in sham
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Young Wesley has spent his life trying to be a decent boy. Always holding back, always trying to make the right decision. But when a young group of delinquents step into his life, they begin to free him from what he knew as being right and wrong. However, these other teens are a lot more than what they seem. Beware the full moon, the new moon, and every dark hour in between!
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I heard the music stop inside, and saw the others file out of the house shortly after I hopped onto the back of the truck. Cyrus didn't even bother to lock the front door, but that was understandable. The house barely looked inhabited from the outside anyway. The chimney was still emitting a steady cloud of dark smoke into the air, and the smell was strong, but fading fast. I can't believe they were actually going for this. I can't believe they're going to take me someplace close enough to where
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I was only a couple of feet away from the front door, afraid to take the few steps necessary to turn the knob. Cut, scraped, bruised up, and dirty...I took in a deep breath. I regretted everything that I did today. I shouldn't have run off. I should have just gone to camp like I was supposed to and obeyed my father like always. Instead...I have to face him and let him rip into me knowing that I was totally in the wrong. Look at me. I don't even want to go in the house. I felt bad...but I was gon
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I marched my way through that thick wooded area for what seemed like an eternity. Branches snapped and scratched at my arms and legs. Insects circled my head like a living halo of frustration. My shoes became caked with mud and woodland debris. Putting out those stupid little red flags was enough to make my back ache and my knuckles sore, and I hated every minute of it. At this point, I was tempted to lead the whole damn camp into an alligator infested swamp, if only I could find one around here
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Almost instantly, from the second my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed, I fell int somewhat of a trance. An instant dream state, that sapped the remaining energy out of my body and rendering me unconscious in every possible way. I saw myself standing on the edge of a mountain, overlooking a deep valley of trees and lakes. There was no sound except for the wind around me. None. Not even my own heartbeat. I stood motionless in that silence, wrapped in a thick fog, feeling the cool crisp air r
