Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 15:35:34 -0500 (EST)
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Book 3 Chapter 2

THE ADVENTURES OF CHET PECTORAL

BOOK THREE

CHAPTER TWO

	Prima left the horse stable and headed outside.  She walked past
the training ring.  Here, in the ring, slaves were taught the basics of
obedience and service.  They learned the pleasure in pain.  Now, the ring
stood empty.  Obviously, everyone was getting ready for the evening ahead.
Even now guests were arriving and several trailers and trucks were parked
in neat rows.
	Primbatu would have his way.
	At least for now.
	The party would happen.  Her son would be used and there was
nothing she could do about it now.  Instead, she made the decision to do
what she loved most in the world.  She walked to one of the outlying
buildings.  This one was all wood and glass and stood two stories.  She
entered, the soft whoosh of doors automatically opening to allow her entry.
	Directly in front of her was a glass desk and behind the glass desk
was a large glass cube and in the cube were the babies.  Right now almost
50 babies were housed here.  They were the true output of the Primbatu
stables.  Babies either sold to parents all around the world or kept as
slaves or handlers.  Each baby had a small necklace which contained data
about the child's parents, expected appearance at maturity, medical data
and purpose in life.  A small number of the babies were special orders who
were bred for a specific purpose or person.  These babies had a second
necklace of a different color.  Each color represented the purpose of the
baby.
	A male slave, all in white, sat behind the glass desk.
	"Good evening, Lady," the man said in a British accent.
	She simply smiled and walked into the glass room for a moment.
Workers, all in white, tended to the babies.  Right now, 6 females went
from baby to baby ensuring each was raised with the maximum chance of a
successful outcome depending upon its foreseen status.
	The babies always made her think.
	They made her stay.

	One of the workers smiled at her and she nodded.  Her presence here
was not unexpected.  She was here most days for at least an hour.  It was
Prima herself, who handled the dispensation of each and every child that
left the Primbatu farm.
	She could remember each one.  Especially Chet.
	When he left, it broke her heart.
	But she endured for the babies.

	Prima left the cube.  On either side of the entry hall and cube
were two wings.  One wing housed the female children and one wing housed
the male children.  In these wings the children were grown and nurtured for
various periods before being dispensed.  In the middle of this U- shaped
building was the courtyard and she went into the courtyard.  It was large
with a playground, benches, an outdoor gym and tables.  However, her
favorite part of the building was the fire pit.
	The fire pit was lit 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  It was
surrounded by chairs and cushions and places to sit.  Now, almost 20
children of various ages sat around the fire pit.  One of them, a young boy
about 12, already muscled for his young age, turned and saw her.
	"Lady!" he yelled and he ran to her, hugging her.
	Several of the younger kids stood and began to come to greet her.
She waived them back to their chairs.
	"Hurry, hurry," she said, "I have little time and much to do."
	"Miles to go before you sleep," one of the older female children
said.
	Prima smiled at that.  She had chosen the girl to remain on the
farm and work in the breeding centers and she could tell she had once again
decided correctly.

	At the far end of the fire pit sat a large padded chair.  It was
the most comfortable of all the chairs.  It was her chair.  She sat in it
and every face in the group of children turned toward her.
	Silence fell.
	"What will it be today?" she asked.
	"The great outside," one of the children said.
	"The muscled slave of Atlantis," said another.
	"The favor man," said a third.
	"The impossibly long Mr. Wiggles," the boy said who had greeted her
first.
	Prima shook her head to each of them.
	"No," she said, "how about something new."

	There was general excitement about a new story.  Especially from
the older children who believed they had heard all of the stories before.
Now, there was complete silence.
	Can you feel it?
	Sit and listen.
	This is the story Prima told:

	Once upon a time (after all, don't all good stories begin like
that) there was a girl and she was happy.  She lived a good life, though it
was nothing special.  She was born, went to school and had dreams.
Everyone has dreams.  Some people dream of little things.  Some people
dream of petty things.  And some people dream big dreams.  The girl had
dreams, we can call her Rebecca and Rebecca dreamed of falling in love.
	Not a regular love like everyone else had but a love so big that it
was the most special love of all.  Just like in fairy tales.  You know
where she would be kissed by a prince and taken away to live in a castle.
That is what she dreamed.  One day a circus appeared in her town.  It
appeared out of nowhere.  It appeared overnight.  The circus was only open
at night and the whole circus was made of black and white.  She went to the
circus and bought a ticket.  In the circus there were many tents.  In one
tent was a fortune teller.  A fortune teller is a person who predicts the
future for you.  Usually it is a game and it is all pretend.  Rebecca
assumed this was a game too but she wanted to play and paid the fortune
teller.
	"You may ask one question," the fortune teller said to her.
	"Will I find true love?" Rebecca asked her.
	The fortune teller looked at her fortune teller cards and then at
Rebecca and then back at the cards.
	There was a long silence and Rebecca wondered what the fortune
teller could be thinking.
	Finally, she looked at Rebecca and spoke.
	"Yes, you will meet the man of your dreams and he will sweep you
off your feet.  When you see him you will instantly know he is the one for
you.  There will never be anyone else.  You will never love again like you
do with that man."
	Rebecca thought about this and smiled.  She said nothing more and
began to get up and leave.  But, as she did the fortune teller grabbed her
arm roughly.  Later, when she got home Rebecca thought it had all been a
dream but when she looked down she had a bruise on her wrist.
	"There is more," the fortune teller said, "I need to give you a
choice."
	Prima wondered if this was normal for a fortune teller to do but
she played along and sat back in her chair as the fortune teller continued.
	"You will see the red tree and when you see the red tree you will
make a choice.  If you go with the man of your dreams you will have an
adventure unlike any other and together you and he will burn like a bright
short flame.  Your love will be greater than most other loves but it will
be short lived and end in tragedy.  You will be surrounded by people but
always alone.
	"If you do not go with the man of your dreams you will never see
him again, you will never love like that again and you will always miss
him.  But you will be happy and never sad."
	To Rebecca this did not seem like a choice at all.  To have love
would be the greatest thing and the choice between having love and not
having love was a simple one.
	She would of course choose love.

	Rebecca again go up to leave and this time the fortune teller did
not stop her.
	But, as she got to the exit of the black and white tent she heard
the fortune teller again call out to her.
	"You will choose wrong," she said to Rebecca.
	This time Rebecca did not turn back. She left the circus.  She was
no longer in the mood.  As she left bumped into a young man.  He was taller
than her and when she looked up into his eyes she was in love.
	It was that fast.
	Only five or ten minutes had passed and she had already found him.
	"Hello," the young man said.
	Rebecca stared at him.  He was muscled and handsome and everything
she would ever want and yet she knew nothing about him.
	"What is your name?" the young man asked and she told him her name.
	The man leaned down then and kissed her.  She did not pull away.

	They made love that night (though when she told the story Prima
used the word "bred" so the children would understand it in a way they
could relate to) and they spent almost every minute together for two weeks.

	Prima paused then.
	"What happened next?" one of the children asked.

	Prima continued.
	"Rebecca saw the red tree.  It was on a shirt the boy wore when he
came to call upon her one day.  It was a simple red tree.  They call it a
logo.  And Rebecca went with the man and that is when they disappeared."

	Again Prima paused.
	"Where did they go?" the same child asked.

	Prima opened her mouth to speak.  Later, when she looked back on
the telling of this story she actually thought she would tell them the
truth. But, the truth, that she was Rebecca and that they had been
kidnapped by Primbatu, would have brought wrath upon them all.  In the end
it was Thor who saved her.
	"Excuse me," he interrupted, "but the Lady is being called away by
Master."
	Though the children wanted her to continue she stopped the story.
	"You're all late anyway," she told the group, "tend to your
preparations for tonight and I will finish the story another day."
	The children got up and began to scatter.

	Thor walked up to her.  He was a tall, handsome man with Nordic
features.  He had grown his beard out and it was full and blond.  He wore
rider's pants made of leather and they hugged his strong legs.  He wore no
shirt and his chest was very hairy and the hair was so blond it was almost
white.
	"To continue would have been a mistake," he said to her.  They were
alone by the fire now.  The sun was starting to set and soon the party
would begin.
	"Yes," she said, "a very large mistake."
	He kissed her gently.  For a time, they had saved each other and
there was still love there.  Thor hugged her.
	"I want very much to kill that man."  Thor whispered to her.
	"You say that every time."  She had to stretch on her toes to be
able to kiss him.  She rubbed her hands in his furry chest.
	"He is responsible for the fall of my house and he will pay."
	Prima rubbed her hands back and forth along his prominent nipples.
Thor moaned and she could feel him harden.  She kissed him again and he
calmed a bit.
	"We've waited twenty five years, two more days will make little
difference," she said.
	He turned from her then and began to walk back to the main house
pushing his way past people.  He stopped for a moment and spoke not turning
toward her but standing with his back to her.
	"When my house fell all those years ago and you convinced him to
adopt me and my sister you promised me my revenge," he said, "and I have
endured and been patient.  My sister has died.  No matter how much I've
loved you, you were never really mine.  My revenge is all I really have.
Now I want what is due me."
	"Two days," she said.
	He grunted and walked quickly away.

	Just outside the slave showers Chet's world was coming back into
focus.  He was being pushed up against the wall by Nick and his body hurt.
His ass ached and he felt the ball stretcher and tit clamps that were on
his body.  Nick held the tit leash in his hand the weight from the long
heavy chain pulled Chet's tits down hard.  But, Chet did not ask for Nick
to take them off.
	"What's happening?"  Chet asked.
	Nick leaned in and kissed him.  He grabbed Chet's cock and stroked
it giving several pulls on Chet's tit leash.  Instantly Chet shot a massive
load, built up over time and it flew onto Nick coating his body with cum.
Chet moaned, his body bucking and still Nick continued to stroke him.
	Nick used his hands to swiftly remove the two clamps on Chet's
tits.  Chet wanted to scream but knew better.  Nick rubbed Chet's tits.
Blood began to flow back into them.  Chet looked at his sore nips.  They
were red and bloated.  Raw.
	"Feel good?"  Nick asked.
	Chet nodded.
	Instinct followed and Chet reached down to take out Nick's cock.
Nick pushed his hand away.
	"We haven't got time."
	"Why did you come here?" Chet asked.  "I saved you."
	Nick smiled and kissed him full on the lips.
	"I know," he said, "now it's my turn to save you.  Sorry I have to
be so mean.  I have to convince everyone I am one of Primbatu's handlers."
	"Get me out of here," Chet said.  He quickly gave the phone number
of Control to Nick.
	"Call the number, help will come," Chet said.
	"No, I need to get you ready for the party.  I'm sorry but you have
to accept it and the race too."
	Chet shook his head.  No.  Nick could see his eyes pleading.

	"I haven't got time to explain it to you," Nick said, "but we need
to see this through."
	"Why?"  Chet said.  He couldn't see going through with the torment
that he would have to endure.  Nick knew him so well, as they talked he was
rubbing Chet's nips up and down with the palms of his hands.  Chet felt his
cock jerk and spasm.  He couldn't think, the drugs still in his system.
	Chet heard a noise then and both of them stopped what they were
doing.  Nick looked around, not seeing anything, then leaned in and
whispered to Chet.
	"Not safe to talk here."
	Chet nodded.
	"I'm sorry for what I'm going to have to do to you Chet."
	Chet nodded again.

	Nick led Chet into the shower station.  He did not reattach the tit
leash but simply pulled Chet in by the collar.  In a row at the back were
several cubicles.  Each of these had a hose hanging from the ceiling and a
drain in the floor.  Nick took the hose ramming the tip of it into Chet's
ass and Chet felt the flow of water as it began to fill him.  Nick cleaned
Chet out several times making sure his bowels were empty.  It was all work
but there was pleasure in it too for Chet and he'd moan as Nick did one
thing or another to stimulate him.
	Chet wanted to talk but his training, and the drugs in his system
were keeping him submissive.
	Nick finished cleaning Chet out and then swiftly attached the tit
clamps to Chet's tits.  Chet groaned, his cock shooting a rope of thick
cum.  Nick smiled.  He rubbed Chet's smooth chest.
	"Luckily we don't have to shave you.  We're late."
	Chet was still adjusting to the savage tit clamps.
	Again, Nick leaned in to whisper to Chet.
	"Act like you are still on the drugs"
	Chet nodded.

	Nick began to lead Chet out with the tit leash then, when they were
almost out of the shower area he suddenly stopped.
	"Do not lurk in the shadows!" Nick yelled.
	There was a brief pause.
	"You might as well come out." This time Nick did not yell.  It was
a simple order.
	Again a pause and Chet saw Lucas come out.  Chet remembered Nick's
order and tried not to seem able to think.  He stared blankly ahead.
	Nick shuffled forward, his head down.
	"Look at me," Nick ordered.
	Lucas raised his head.
	"Why are you following us?  You must have better things to do."
	Lucas did not speak.
	"Answer me," Nick ordered.
	In response Lucas looked at Chet.
	"I like him," Lucas said.
	Nick smiled at the boy.  It was obvious the boy lusted after Chet.
Especially now that he had his first fuck.  Chet was indeed a prized
stallion.  Nick held out the tit leash to the boy.  Lucas just stared at
it.
	"Take it," Nick said.
	Lucas took the leash gently, as if it were hot in his hand, Chet
felt the weight on his tit clamps shift as the boy pulled the leash, taking
the slack out of it.  Chet shifted his focus staring at the boy.  He wore a
loincloth now and black boots and his collar.  The boy's massive cock was
hard and leaking, a wet spot clearly visible in the front of his loincloth.
	They stood like that then, the three of them, for a minute and
finally Nick spoke again.
	"Why don't you take him to your Master instead of me."
	Lucas' eyes were wide with fear and excitement at the same time.
	Nick began to walk.
	"Follow," Nick said.
	Chet gasped as Lucas began to move swiftly after Nick, forgetting
that he had the tit leash in his hand.  Chet's tits were jerked savagely
and he began to shuffle to keep up so that the tension on his tits was
lessened.
	Nick looked back at Lucas as the boy led Chet and then stopped.  He
took Lucas' hand, the one that was holding the tit leash, and pulled it
down hard so that it was now hanging at the boy's side.  Chet groaned.
	"Do you hear that moan the horse makes?"
	Lucas nodded.
	"Your hand is relaxed but there is increased strain on its tits.
It must move swiftly and stay with its head and chest down to relieve the
pull on its tits.  Make the horse do the work."
	Nick again began to move.
	"Where are we going?" Lucas asked.
	"To get it ready for the gang bang."  Nick closed his eyes for a
moment as he said it.  The gang bang that Chet would endure would be
terrible.  Maybe it would have been better to not bring Chet back from
mindlessness.  But, he had to do it when he had the chance.  The stakes
were too high.
	Nick had to do what he came here for.  There was no bigger goal.
	"Is he going to be used up?" Lucas asked.
	As they walked all three of their cocks were hard and leaking.
Chet's and Nick's because they were slaves and had taken the drugs Primbatu
had given them, but Lucas just because he was young and horny.
	"I hope not," Nick said, "but probably yes."

	If you are not looking closely you will miss it.
	They are simply passing in the hall.
	"It is good to see you here," said Takashi.
	Ramrod nodded.
	As they passed Takashi ran his hand down Ramrod's hairy chest.
	They did not stop and that was the extent of the encounter.
	As he walked to his Master's office Ramrod smiled.  The Asian still
had a soft spot for him and that would help.
	Ramrod knocked on his Master's office door.
	"Come," Primbatu said.
	Ramrod entered.

	The sun has set and it is evening now.

	On the first night there is the Quorum.

	Primbatu stands in the ballroom.  The decorations are spectacular.
There is no one else there.  On a table sits a tray and on the tray sit
five goblets.  There is another goblet that is tipped over onto its side.
It has a symbol of a cross on it.  Its purpose is ceremonial at this point
but serves as a reminder of the ancient past.
	One by one the four men enter the room and has they enter Primbatu
hands each man one of the goblets.  The final goblet, with the cross on it,
remains on the table, on its side.  Each goblet has a symbol of one of the
Houses.  It is the head of each House that takes the goblet from Primbatu.

	There is Takashi.
	Head of the House of Asia.  He is a fat man and this shows his
excesses.  Excess is the word best associated with Takashi.  He is
effeminate too and for the evening has worn a kimono and make-up.  His face
is painted white.  Primbatu knows Takashi, despite his appearances, is a
mean vindictive man.  He has started wars and looted nations.  One day
Takashi dreams that he will retake Taiwan.  He talks about it to the point
of nausea and sometimes, as Takashi drones on and on about retaking the
"nation that was his" Primbatu imagines that he shoots the man in the head.
It is rumored that Takashi has a lair under the Great Wall, but that is
unconfirmed.  It was his father that gave the order to attack Pearl Harbor
in an effort to bring down one of the other houses.

	There is Gaspard.
	He is the sole head of the House of Europe.  In the effort to
consolidate the Houses there were many wars.  The House has gone by many
names.  House of Caesar.  A murder ended that House.  House of Hitler.
That House took a world war to bring down.  There are books that could be
written on the subject.  Finally, it was the Euro that consolidated the
House and he is the only Head of House that is actually elected, like a
chairman of the board.  He simply relays the will of the members of his
House.  Primbatu considers him nothing more than a figure head.  Gaspard is
handsome, if you think snobby French people are handsome.  To entertain
himself Primbatu imagines disfiguring the man.

	There is Brick
	Primbatu recognizes him when he walks in and he is one of two men
new to the circle.  Yes, it is the same man that Primbatu sold to the House
of Casablanca.  Rumor has it that he became alpha slave through fighting in
the snuff matches and then simply snuffed his master, taking the man's
talisman of power for his own.  No one has challenged him or his power as
of yet.  Of all the houses, this is the one that is the most volatile and
changes hands with a dizzying speed.  Primbatu has, long ago, stopped
trying to keep track every time a new Head of House is named.  Primbatu
likes the black man.  He has decided to kill him the first chance he gets.
The black man in unpredictable.

	There is Michael
	Primbatu snarls at the man as he walks in.  He calls himself Head
of the House of Kahola but Primbatu thinks otherwise.  Primbatu has the
Ramrod and the taking of the Ramrod should have meant taking the House of
Kahola.  However, he was unable to locate the talisman.  It is the newest
House and allegedly built on love and all the things that are the opposite
of the Primbatu way.  Michael is handsome and wears linen pants and a top
that is open at the chest, showing off his hairy pecs and abs.  Michael
wears a slave collar.  Primbatu thinks it is the first time he has seen
someone claiming to be Head of House in a slave collar.  Maybe he will not
kill Michael and instead make him a slave.  Primbatu thinks for a minute
then decides to kill him before he leaves the Quorum and take the House
once and for all.

	And there is Primbatu.
	Do you know him?  Probably not as well as you think you do.
	For example, did you know that his family has always been the head
of this house. The Primbatu name has always ruled this house generation
upon generation.  Primbatu was born to rule this house and he was groomed
to do so.
	Did you know that he does not consider himself gay but he loves
Chet Pectoral in a way that even he does not understand?
	Did you know that during his lifetime he has taken over two other
houses?  It would be his desire to have all the houses united under
Primbatu but that will not happen.  He has thought of starting a great war
but it is too late and he is too tired of the games.  That will be the job
of his only remaining son and his heir.
	Do you know he has just accomplished his greatest goal?  It is the
extension of life.

	Primbatu looks at each of them and raises his glass.

	"Every quarter century we gather as is required by the terms of the
compact.  On the first day we meet and quorum.  Tomorrow is the great
quest.  Our champions will race.  The winner has a right to the spoils and
the looser will face the query and, on that third day, the remaining houses
will determine its fate.  We will discuss many things as is our duty as the
secret rulers of the world.  As always, we remain silent outside this
room."
	Primbatu looks at Michael, nodding.
	"Some are new and I look forward to meeting and satisfying your
needs."
	Primbatu looks at Takashi, nodding.
	"Some are old friends and I have anticipated your needs and planned
for them."
	Takashi claps then so excited about what Primabatu could have
planned for him
	"But, for now let us toast to the Order and the control of all
things.  To the Order."
	The others raise their glasses.
	"To the Order," they say as one.

	They drink and talk.  We are not allowed to listen.

	Outside the ballroom, Chet is lead on a leash by the tall blond
boy.  He can feel Nick behind him following closely.  The boy is much less
skilled than Nick.  As Nick had full control over the tit leash, the boy
would let the leash fall and then yank it hard.  Each pull and yank sent
shockwaves down Chet's body through his tits.  The boy led Chet until they
were standing in front of a pair of doors.  Ramrod, Chet's father, was
waiting for them.  Ramrod must have had some gel in his hands because he
reached out and grabbed Chet's hair.  Using the gel he worked the strip of
hair on Chet's head until it was standing straight up.
	"Now that's a proper mane," he said.
	Ramrod handed the boy a small jar.
	"Oil him up," he told Lucas.
	Chet moaned as Lucas dropped the tit reigns and Chet's tits were
yanked downward.  Then the boy started at his feet and slowly he began to
work the oil into Chet's muscles.
	"I think he's in love," Nick said to Ramrod.
	"Everything come out ok?" Ramrod asked.  Chet wasn't paying much
attention but then, when he didn't hear a response he looked up.  His
father was looking at him.  The question was for his benefit not Nick's.
	Chet knew he could not respond so he simply raised his eyebrows to
indicate he understood.
	Lucas had worked his way up Chet's legs and was now rubbing the oil
into Chet's ass crack.  He felt the boy's fingers penetrate his ass and he
moaned in response.
	"Do not make the stallion cum boy," Nick said.
	Lucas worked around rubbing oil into Chet's cock and he felt his
cock leak in the boy's hands.  The boy moved away quickly and continued to
work oil into his body.
	"Should I do his nips?" Lucas asked.
	"No, just finish his body.  Don't do his head either."
	Lucas finished.  The boy had a huge smile on his face.  Nick handed
him a towel to dry his hands on and as he did Ramrod approached his son
with a needle.  He gently slapped Chet on the pecs and in response Chet
thrust his chest out.  His father yanked the tit clamps off his tender nips
and Chet groaned.  Then, without delay or mercy, his father injected each
of his nips.  Instantly, Chet felt his nips swell and grow full with the
hormone.  His tits ached and throbbed.  Chet was able to remain composed
enough to not yell and after a bit of time adjusting Ramrod kissed him
gently on the lips.
	"I'm sorry," he said.
	That was all there was.  In only boots, a metal ball band and a
collar Chet waited with the three others until the doors opened.  Primbatu
was standing there.
	"Why is the boy here?" he asked Nick.
	"He wanted to see.  I thought there was no harm."
	Primbatu considered this then nodded.
	"Come here," he said to Lucas.
	Lucas went to Primbatu.  Primbatu led the boy to the fat Asian man.
He removed the boy's loincloth showing Takashi his massive cock.
	Takashi clapped several times.
	"Come here boy," he said.
	Gently Primbatu pushed Lucas and Lucas went to the fat man.
Takashi took the boy's massive cock down his throat in a single gulp.
Primbatu smiled.
	He turned back to Nick and Ramrod.  Bring Pex here he said.
	They guided Chet to the center of the room and as he stood there
Chet looked at the men.  He saw the black man there.  He saw one of the men
who had sold him into slavery originally.  He saw Brick.
	Brick stood up and approached Chet.
	"Is he mindless?" Brick asked.
	Chet wanted to kill him but held himself together, his training at
the Agency kicking in.
	"Yes," Primbatu said.
	Brick walked up to Chet and took one of his swollen tits into his
mouth and began to feed.  Chet groaned as the black man worked his nipple
hard.  Chet saw Michael in the room.  He sat in his chair watching at first
but then rose and approached Chet taking the other nipple in his mouth.
Chet knew Michael had liked him from their time in Hawaii so as Brick
chewed and sucked, Michael fed gently sucking and licking, nursing.  One
tit being worked hard, one tit being worked gently.  Chet's legs began to
shake and his dick started to leak.  The final man in the chair, dark
haired with a unshaven beard got up approached him and dropped to his knees
in front of Chet.  He began to suck Chet's cock.  It had been so long and
Chet was so pent up that he instantly came into the man's mouth moaning.
The man continued to suck.
	All three worked on him.  Each using a part of his body to take
fluids from him.
	"Yes," Primbatu said, "yes, he is the elixir of life.  Take your
fill."
	When they had finished, when they had drained Chet dry and his legs
were shaking and he was covered with sweat they finally stopped.  Nick and
his father guided him onto his knees and Chet tried to catch his breath.
He wanted to rub his raw nipples but knew he couldn't do so.
	"It has taken me a lifetime but I have finally perfected it,"
Primbatu said.
	"And you're sure of this?" it was Takashi speaking.  He held the
boy's cock in his hand and Chet could see the boy must have cum several
times.  Chet couldn't decide whether the boy was in agony or ecstasy.
	"I think it is because I originally experimented on his father,"
Primbatu said, rubbing Ramrod's nipples.  Chet looked up and saw his father
moan.
	"That's his real dad," Brick asked.
	"Yes," Primbatu said.
	"Let's see them fuck,' Brick said smiling.
	"Yes, oh yes," Takashi said clapping.

	Primbatu looked at Ramrod.
	"Fuck your son like a bitch," he ordered.

	TO BE CONTINUED . . . . .