Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2016 08:50:58 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB, Chapter 9: Zippers Down

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The LAB
Chapter 9: Zippers Down
By Tripp Savidge

<Maximillian Moore>

Max pulled off his shirt and stood on the front porch talking on the
phone and enjoying the morning sun as he stretched his muscled 6'3" body.
He waved goodbye to Randy, who was headed into town to pick up some
things he needed to finish up repairs. Unfortunately the hardware stores
close to the cabin hadn't been open since noon on Saturday and Max had to
stay close since the detectives were supposed to stop by with some wrap
up questions. Thank the inventor of Bluetooth. He thought as he bent over
stretching his hamstrings.

"So everyone is okay now?" Max asked. Luxuriating in the warmth on his
naked skin.

"Mario is still pretty much wiped out and so is Takashi - but in a good
way. I told them both to take the day off. Stephen was back up and doing
great by midday, just a little longer to recover than me. I know the guys
are thinking there has to be a pattern but I don't see it yet," Blake
said.

"And Joseph?"

"On top of the world, like the cat who ate the canary. You'd think he'd
pumped up on Red Bull. Gave the guys a workout even so... think by the
end of yesterday, he'd had sex at least six times. And sadly I was not up
to being his main squeeze until evening."

"How you feelin'?"

"Not too bad. I expected to be more sore - though yesterday it felt like
someone had taken a roto-rooter to my ass and I was leaking jiz all day."

Max laughed. "I remember it well."

"Everything with you and Randy go well?"

"Yeah, he's a great fuck but I'm really ready to be home. I miss you and
Joseph and have been giving it a lot of thought. If the offer's still
open, I'd like to move in," Max said hesitantly.

"You are more than welcome. But you sound unsure?"

"Sort of afraid you'd change your mind."

Blake laughed. "Not a chance - but what about Randy?"

"Like I said... he's a great fuck but more like a 'fuck buddy' than a
lover... and he doesn't make my heart go all fluttery or make my pulse
race. Guess when you know what it can be like, you don't want to settle."

"I'm thrilled and Joseph will be too. I'll tell him as soon as he wakes
up. He'll be at the university all day."

"Aren't you worried about him being away from us?"

"Yup. But after last week's incident, I got clearance from the Dean and
Chris is signed up to monitor any classes with Joseph. He'll have an I.D.
and can be on campus wherever Joseph is. Joseph has a few T. A.s that he
doesn't want to disappoint but Chris can handle any overflow."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to jeopardize his grades by cutting off their one on
one time," Max laughed.

"Hurry back Max, don't be late for your flight."

"Don't worry, looks like someone's pulling in now - hopefully it's the
detectives and we can wrap this up. Won't take Randy more than an hour to
finish once he gets back."

"See you soon."

"Ciao," Max said as he ended the call and stretched. He had planned to
work out - guess I work out later or go without he thought as he headed
to the front steps.

That car just screams cop. Max thought looking at the unmarked Crown
Victoria. He noted that only one of the detectives was in the car. He
watched as the man opened the door and then recognized Detective Curtis.
He was wearing mirrored aviators that framed his face nicely, dark short
beard, slightly balding and what hair he had was clipped as short as his
beard. He was beefy but had some nice muscles underneath it, though Max
thought he should buy better suits.

"Good morning Detective Curtis," Max said as the detective approached.

"John, please Mr. Moore, no need to be formal. And sorry for interrupting
your workout," He said shaking Max's hand.

Damn if he isn't checking me out. Max thought. Thinks I can't see where
his eyes are going behind those mirrored glasses. "Please, you can call
me Max if we're dropping formalities. And no problem, I'll do it later,"
Max said as he did a languid stretch making sure to flex his muscles in a
ripple that went from his hairy pecs, down his abs and black treasure
trail to his hips and thighs. Oh he watched that alright.

"Like we said on the phone, just wanted to go through once again what you
found in the cabin. Anything else that may have been left behind - I know
we've been over it but I want to make sure we are thorough since we have
two missing boys."

"Come on in. Glad to walk you through again." Max headed up the stairs,
making sure to flex his ass with each step, putting a little extra bounce
in his step, and reaching a little farther when he opened the door, to
show off the muscles in his naked, smooth back. "So, your guys already
took everything that was left in the kitchen. And in here, you found the
backpacks and some sundries near the bed. Your guys already took the
bedding that was here. These sheets I just put on the bed this morning."

This bedroom was fairly small with barely enough room to move around the
bed. The guess was they used it since it was next to the kitchen and had
a small bath nearby and was the only bedroom on this floor. Max brushed
up against Detective Curtis, rubbing his ass 'accidently' across the
detective's crotch as he made room for the detective to get around him.

"You don't think they used any of the other rooms?" John said removing
his glasses and looking around.

"Like we told your partner, we didn't find anything out of place or
disturbed in the other rooms. Doesn't mean they couldn't have been there
and just put stuff back. I'll be glad to show you."

"If you don't mind. We're just looking for that string the pulls it all
together."

Max, started up the stairs and then stopped and bent over to pick up a
sweatshirt that he had tossed up earlier. He made sure to bend with his
legs spread just a little, to make sure that his package was outlined by
the tight workout shorts. "There are four bedrooms upstairs and a large
bathroom. But I know the guys searched it when they were here earlier."

"Thanks Max, I appreciate you taking the extra time for me."

They walked through the first three rooms, looking under the beds,
checking the corners. Max was able to brush against Detective Curtis a
few more times in the tight quarters but he couldn't tell yet if he was
having any impact on the stoic man.

"This is the last room, but the stuff you see is ours - we threw
everything in here, packing to head back home you know."

"It's truly a mystery, don't know how the sheriff found them or where. If
they'd just stayed here they might have been safe. Who knows..."

Max moved around the room gathering stuff and consolidating as the
detective checked out the room. He moved up behind Detective Curtis who
was looking out the window. "Find something?"

"No, just looking..." He said as he turned. "You must work out a lot? You
ever a professional body builder or fitness model?"

"Nah. Just like to be in shape." He said flexing his arms and pecs in
exaggeration. "I really do it for how it looks more than anything - ya'
know you catch more flies with honey as the saying goes." Now that Max
was closer, he could see the clear bulge in the detective's pants, the
slight change to his breathing. Working in the 'sex business' every day
Max had learned how to read men, their reactions and what they didn't do,
as much as what they did. Like how he was within the detective's personal
space but John had made no move to back up.

"Yeah, bet the girls go wild over all that bulging muscle," John said
with a nervous laugh.

"Wouldn't know. I like men," Max said with a grin.

"Oh."

"Looks like you work out too. Why do you stay in shape?" Max said as he
reached out to touch the detective's thick bicep.

"Ha ha. Can't compare to you... used to stay in shape for the job but
after a while, why bother."

"That's a right shame... good looking guy like you. I'd think you'd get
all the action you wanted. Suit hides it but I'm betting you've got some
real nice pecs under there," Max said as he put his hand to the suit
jacket and just lightly ran his fingers down the lapel.

"You wanna' see?" John asked quietly.

"Sure, let me help you with that." Max carefully helped John out of his
jacket then stood back just a bit as the detective carefully removed his
holster and belt and put it on the night stand. "Here let me help you
with that tie. Personally I hate ties, makes it hard to breath."

Max ran his hands gently over the rounded pecs, he could feel the hair
beneath and lightly brushed the nipples, enjoying how hard they got -
clearly showing through the thin cloth of the detective's shirt. "You
must work out more than you let on. That's an impressive chest."

"Thanks, but what I'd give to look like you," John said staring at Max's
chest.

"You can touch if you want," Max encouraged.

John hesitantly reached out and ran both hands over Max's huge pecs,
around and underneath then ran his fingers around the nipples as they
hardened. Max moved just enough that John's finger ran over the nipple
instead of around. John stopped and pulled his hand back suddenly.

"You ever kiss a guy John?" Max asked moving in just a little closer.

"Uhh, no... never."

"Would you like to?"

"I don't do guys..."

"That's ok... just a kiss. I'll even put my hands behind my back. You can
touch wherever you want, you can put your arms around my waist or on my
chest - whatever makes you more comfortable."

Max bent down a little to meet John's lips, so tentative at first and
then with a little more pressure. Max gently opened his mouth and let
John slide his tongue inside. Max carefully and gently kissed back - John
had put his hands around Max's waist and one of them had slid down his
ass, over the slick fabric of his workout shorts, feeling the round curve
of his muscular ass.

"Wow," John said as he pulled back. "No one ever kissed me like that
before."

"Want to try again. Promise I won't move my hands..."

"No... you can touch. It feels sort of awkward with you holding still and
arms behind like that."

John reached up again, this time placing a hand behind Max's head to pull
him down, the other hand wrapped around Max's ass as he drew him in for a
deep, tongue probing kiss. This time Max wrapped his arms around John in
return, rubbing his hand up and down his back, dipping to the start of
his ass and then back up again. John continued to kiss, his tongue
exploring Max's mouth. Max pulled John in closer and rubbed his crotch
against John feeling how aroused he was and slowly unbuttoning John's
shirt.

Max slid his hands under John's shirt and started feeling the firm hairy
body, enjoying how his touch made John's kisses more urgent. John paused
and pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before pulling Max
back in. Max continued to kiss and grind and gradually managed to
unfasten John's belt and the clasp of his pants. He pulled back and
started kissing down John's neck, across his shoulders and then down his
chest. When he found the ripe nipple and sucked it in, John shuddered and
moaned. Max sucked and licked as his hands worked down John's back, one
hand sliding inside the waist band and boxers and down his round hairy
ass.

John's breathing told Max that he almost had him. He moved to the other
nipple, his hands along John's side, then gently nudging the pants lower
as he continued working his nipple. He bit gently then ran his tongue
down the center of John's stomach, enjoying how he arched his back and
gripped Max's shoulders. Max reached the lower stomach just above John's
waistband and started kissing and licking. "May I?"

"Please..." John rasped.

Max pulled down the zipper, then slid his hands around John's ass and
helped the pants fall down to his knees. He put his face to John's
crotch, nuzzling the hard cock trapped in the boxers. He put his mouth
over the firm flesh, squeezing with his lips, outlining the shape of him
through the cloth. He could see the wetness leaking through the boxers
and gently shifted them so with a little nuzzling the cock head peeked
out of the fly. He licked the end of John's cock, taking in the pre-cum
and enjoyed the shudder and groan it elicited. He gently pulled down the
boxers and took the firm cock in his mouth, savoring the taste and
texture. He took it in slowly and gently, then moved deeper taking it all
in, releasing him, then doing it again. John was now rock hard but Max
had taken bigger and there weren't many men at the Lab as gifted as he
with sucking cock. He took John all the way to the balls, flexing his
throat around the stiff manhood, then flicked his tongue under John's
balls, slowly at first then with thick wet licks. Max guided John back to
the bed laying him down before his legs gave out and slid off his shorts.

Max pulled off John's shoes and socks then slid the pants and boxers off
so that John lay there completely naked. His hairy body ripe and ready to
be taken. Max crawled up on the bed and kissed John, laying his body
against him, letting him feel the full length of their bodies touching,
skin to skin. "Do you want to taste me John?" Max said rubbing his hard
cock against his side.

"Yes." John sat up and kissed Max's neck, then down his hairy chest,
licking and sucking on Max's nipples just as he had done for John. Slowly
he moved lower, outlining the washboard abs with his tongue then
following the treasure trail down to Max's bush. "Oh my god. You are so
big," John said as he held the base of Max's cock in his hand.

"It's okay John, taste it do what you want. You don't have to put all of
me in your mouth," Max encouraged.

John started licking up and down Max's shaft, then the head and gently
took the head in his mouth running his tongue over and around, sucking in
the pre-cum. "Wow, you taste so good." He said and then started moving
his head up and down on Max's monster cock - he couldn't get even half of
him in his mouth but he was trying and to Max it felt wonderful.

Max ran his hand down John's back and around the meaty round ass, feeling
the hair that lined his crack. He rubbed each cheek, gently running his
fingers down that hairy channel, slowly and gently. By the way John was
sucking he knew that he was getting to him. He licked his fingers and
then slid them just a bit further so they gently brushed over his hairy
opening. As the sensation hit John he managed to get another inch of Max
into his mouth and the ass writhed up to meet Max's probing fingers.
Slowly, licking his fingers again, max found that dark tight hole and
started rubbing, applying the slightest pressure, then reached between
John's legs and pulled his cock backward, scooping up the pre-cum and
using it to lube John's hole.

John's spread his legs wide as Max probed his hole and groaned loudly
around the dick in his mouth when Max's finger slid inside. Max continued
to take it slow, gently massaging and working the hole, scooping more
pre-cum and using it to get two fingers inside of John - then shifted a
little and flipped John around so he was over top of John with his dick
in John's mouth, and folded John's ass up so he could tongue his hole. He
slid in his fingers again, opening John up and rubbing that sweet spot,
it wasn't long and he was able to get four fingers inside at which point
John was almost gagging trying to get more and more of the monster cock
down his throat.

Max reached to the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom and the Man
Grease. He flipped around on John, folding him over so his legs were over
his head, his hairy ass in the air and then Max leaned in and kissed him,
a deep, probing, tongue fucking kiss - at the same time he managed to get
the condom on and lubed, then started running his cock against John's
hole spreading it and opening him again. Max took it slow, gently pushing
the head in then pulling out, then again - all while kissing and ravaging
John's mouth. Soon, he was all the way in, sliding slowly back and forth
enjoying the virgin fuck hole. He slid balls deep then pulled out, over
and over until John was grabbing at his ass to pull him in again.

Max changed positions, putting John on his side as Max took him slowly
and deeply, reaching his arm around to stroke and tease John's hard cock.
Then moved him again on his hands and knees, fucking John deep and hard
enjoying the sound of flesh smacking flesh with each thrust. Max squeezed
John's balls and was rewarded with a squeeze of his own all around is
cock. John was groaning and moaning as the monster cock plowed his ass -
his legs spread wide. Then Max flipped him again, laying back with John
firmly planted on his fuck pole. John didn't miss a beat and started
riding Max's 10 1/2" dick.

God, that is so hot... seeing my huge cock rip open this virgin cop's
hairy tight ass. Look at him ride, bouncing on my boner, taking it so
deep. The pre-cum is just pouring out of that sweet cock of his. Max
though as he reached out and grabbed the leaking cock firmly, squeezing
and stroking while John rode him. In moments the riding became frantic as
John fucked himself on Max's cock while being jerked off... then he
exploded with load after load of hot man seed pouring from his cock -
riding like a mad man he brought Max to a tremendous orgasm and Max blew
his own load deep in John's ass, filling the condom.

Max pulled John in for another kiss, deep and passionate and then helped
him clean up and get dressed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my life..." John confessed as he
adjusted his tie.

Max kissed him again. "It was my pleasure to serve."

"You ever come back 'round again, you think you could give me a call?"
John asked hopefully.

"For another session like that, you can count on it." Max said, squeezing
John's crotch.


*   Scene 2   *

So what'd I miss?" Randy asked as they threw the last of the bags in the
Hummer.

"Not a thing. Really dull morning. Detective Curtis wanted to do a walk
through, confirm what we already told them and then bid me a friendly
farewell and that was it." Max said with a smile. "Now let's get home."


<Dr. Blake Connor>
*   Scene 3   *

The room was in a wild commotion as the young men greeted each other,
gave hugs and shouted as they saw friends enter the classroom. Blake
stood quietly at the front while the guards continued to usher the boys
in. He wanted to give them some time, they'd been in isolation for a
couple weeks and a few extra minutes wouldn't hurt. Many were gathered
around Jason, their former assistant coach - asking questions he couldn't
begin to answer. It was an interesting picture - all of the young men
were in their bright rainbow of t-shirts, blue jeans, and converse shoes.
While the colors varied, there was no missing the uniform look.

"Gentlemen, quiet please. It's time to take your seats. There are name
placards on each of the desks, please find yours and have a seat," Blake
said loudly. The group milled around for a bit as they help each other
find their assigned seats. "Thank you."

"As you have now seen, some of you know other members and there are some
new faces as well - but you are all part of the same class and will be
together for some time, there will be other young men joining over time
and we'll introduce them when they join. Let's start with introductions
for those in the room, please stand when I call your name.

Aaron... Adam... Billy... Brandon... Daniel... Jason... Jose... Kevin...
Kris... Kyle... Malcolm... Nick... and Peter. You are a team and are all
equals, yes including Jason, who for some of you was your assistant
coach. Each of you will be assigned to a roommate and a room - very
similar to a dorm room. You will follow a schedule that is customized for
you depending on where you are in your studies, your aptitudes, and what
you are suited to learn or study going forward. For those who have not
yet completed your high school degrees, you will take classes to finish
and graduate. If you have already completed high school then you will
move on to vocational training or college work. Each of you will have a
fitness regimen and work out with a trainer every day. You will also be
taking other training classes and be involved with ongoing testing.

"Yes Jason?"

"Weren't there any other survivors from the bus sir?" Jason asked with
concern.

"Yes Jason, there were. Brice and Ben will be joining the group in a
couple months. And before you ask, yes they will complete all the same
training and lessons as you. Also here are: Austin, Carlos, James,
Jeremy, and Mitchell. For now, they will be living in a separate wing but
you will encounter them in some classes, fitness training, or during free
time."

"If you have not already realized, there is an iPad on your desk,
customized to you based on the answers you gave to questions when you
first joined us." Dr. Connor turned to one of the students turning over
his iPad in its hot pink case a look of distaste clear on his face.
"Aaron, in the future I would suggest you take questions seriously when
asked. If your favorite color is not truly hot pink, then you have no one
to blame but yourself. At least it looks good on you. And no one is going
to grab your iPad by mistake," Dr. Connor said with a laugh. "The apps
and software loaded on your iPad is specific to you and any inbound or
outbound traffic is strictly controlled. Under no circumstances may you
try to communicate or send messages to the outside - it is one of the few
actions that will bring swift and severe punishment. Other than that,
they are yours to use in class and for entertainment. You'll find access
to a full range of movies, music, books, manga, comics, and porn for you
to peruse in your down time."

"Your schedule has already been loaded on your calendar and classes will
begin tomorrow. Your other training and fitness sessions begin today.
Just to let you know, you will be in classes with other students not in
this group. You will be attending a private academy that is fully
accredited for both undergraduate and graduate level classwork."

"Now some rules: 1) You are not permitted under any circumstances to send
messages or try to communicate with those outside the Lab. 2) You are not
permitted to harass, harm or bring pain or injury to any fellow classmate
or staff member through actions or inactions. Fighting is strictly
prohibited. 3) Any attempts to circumvent controls or restrictions is a
punishable offense."

"On the brighter side we try to use the carrot versus the stick approach.
You can earn credits for good behavior, excelling in your assignments,
good performance, and for following instructions. Likewise you can also
earn performance points. Credits work like cash, you will find a 'Lab
Store' app on your iPad that has a large selection of items that you can
'purchase' with credits, everything from posters, chairs, lamps, and A/V
equipment to furnish your room as well as personal items, snacks, games,
and other electronics. Each of you start with a 200 credit balance to
furnish your room - though I suggest you work with your assigned roommate
so you can make best use of your funds."

"Yes Kyle?" Dr. Connor said as the young man raised his hand.

"What are the 'performance points'?"

"Your trainers and the staff have the option of awarding you 'performance
points' at their discretion when you perform especially well. These
points can be traded for favors, such as: ten point earns you 10 minutes
without the penis lock, one point and you can remove the penis lock of a
friend for 30 minutes as long as you are the one to bring his orgasm. You
can also eventually use points to request specific trainers or partners
for your exercises, or request specific activities or even escorted
outings off campus. You can start earning points today but you cannot use
them until one week from today, and then going forward."

"Sir, did you say that backwards - did you mean one point to remove your
own lock? And what if you remove your classmate's lock and then he does
his own stuff?" Kyle asked.

"No, that was correct - ten points to remove your own, one for someone
else's. And to your second question, both subjects forfeit all earned
points and the locks remain for one week without any chance of being
removed if you cheat. Taking care of yourself is discouraged, taking care
of others is rewarded. You will be under constant surveillance, there is
no such thing as privacy. Part of that surveillance is for your own
safety and protection since we must monitor any reactions to the drugs."

"Yes Adam?" Dr. Connor responded as the student raised his hand.

"What is the 'other' training and what happens with the drugs you said
you'd be using on us?"

"Great question Adam. The 'other' training is a series of lessons to
enhance your skills at bringing pleasure. Lesson 1: which begins today,
is using your hands and mouth to bring a man to orgasm, in other words,
blowjob, giving head... Once you have mastered that skill, you move on to
Lesson 2: Cleanliness and rimming; Lesson 3: Receiving anal sex; Lesson
4: Riding cock, where you must be the one to bring your partner to
climax; Lesson 5: Giving anal sex and then there are more lessons that
follow." Dr. Connor looked at the faces of the young men, some had gone
pale and looked ill, a few looked flushed and excited and a couple were
downright frightened.

"I assure you that we take it slow and the pacing of these lessons is
specific to you and your progress. The testing of medications to enhance
sex will also begin today."

"Brandon?" Dr. Connor said making eye contact with the young man who
barely raised his hand.

"Will we know when the drugs are being used or what they do?" Brandon
asked.

"No. We are very careful to not let you know. Each of you will be given
pills daily along with your vitamin supplements. You will not know when
or if you have a placebo that does nothing or an active drug. The same is
true of any topicals - you will have topical creams applied regularly and
sometimes they are just a moisturizing placebo and other times they will
be an active drug. We don't want you to know because the mind and power
of suggestion is a potent force and would throw off any results."

"Yes Aaron?"

"What if we refuse to suck dick? It's not like you can make us..." Aaron
said defiantly.

"Yes they can." Came a quiet voice from the back.

"Nick, something you'd like to share?"

"I said yes they can. Dude, you're better off sucking dick - if you don't
they have this metal gag they put in your mouth that holds you wide open
and then they can just fuck your mouth as much as they want. Not very
comfortable," Nick explained.

"Thanks Nick, very accurate. You've earned your first point. We give you
the opportunity to cooperate and make it as pleasant as we can but in the
end you will do what we ask, one way or another. Did that answer your
question Aaron?"

"Yes sir," Aaron said looking very uncomfortable.

"Daniel?"

"Sir, I think there's been a mistake on my schedule - 'Lesson 1' is on
here five times today."

"Not a mistake Daniel. That is correct, we'll start you off slow. By next
Monday you'll have around ten a day. Your body needs to adjust to
consuming that much semen. It may give you some digestive issues at first
but I assure you they will pass." Dr. Connor smiled to himself as he
watched the shocked reaction start with Daniel and then move to his
classmates. "Other questions before we get to room and roommate
assignments?"

"Jason?"

"Couple of questions. One, I know it may just be me, but why the penis
lock and how long do we have to have them?"

"Excellent question Jason - and for everyone's benefit you are 'ALL'
wearing penis locks and will be for quite some time. Needless to say you
may not pleasure yourselves or gain release through your own actions -
the only way to get off is to earn it or curry the favor of your roommate
or classmate to use one of their precious points for you. The 'why' is
simple, if you have to earn it you'll try harder. And your second
question?"

"Next to the schedule on most classes it has a building, floor, and room
but there are some with just letters like PH?"

"If you select the maps tab, you will find a layout of the buildings,
floors, and rooms that are open to you along with a key to any
abbreviations - except that one. It stands for Penthouse but your escorts
will help you find your way until you are all familiar with the place."
Dr. Connor said looking around at the faces, noting an ear-to-ear grin on
Kyle and Jose's faces as he answered.

"Once I read off and name an assignment, please go to the door and you
will be escorted to your room and will be given a tour of the student
areas and then you can begin your day. Assignments are: Aaron and Kevin
401, Adam and Daniel 402, Billy 403, No roommate yet, but you'll likely
have one by the end of the week. Brandon and Kyle 404, Jason and Jose
405, Kris and Malcolm 406, Nick and Peter 407." As Dr. Connor finished,
he saw Clara, the nurse, walk in behind him - standing out in her smiley
face smock. He waited for all of the subjects to exit with their escort
and then turned to Clara.

"What do you have for me Clara?"

"Need to decide who gets what today," she said looking over the top of
her glasses, stylus in hand, tablet ready."

"Let's do topical bait on the trainers for Aaron, Adam, Brandon, Jason,
Kris, and Nick. It will help them over the hump and once they've done it
a few times... well they won't mind so much. Let's repeat the same for at
least tomorrow and we'll decide then what we do next."

"You don't think it will confuse them on why they want those penises so
badly when they think they're straight?"

"Oh yeah, just makes it all the better," Dr. Connor laughed.


*   Scene 4   *

Dr. Connor opened the door and tried to slide in the small room quietly
but both men turned to look him. Sam was standing against the wall, arms
crossed and a look of utter frustration on his face. Aaron was on the
floor his muscles bulging in the hot pink shirt as he pointedly looked at
the floor.

"Problem?" Dr. Connor asked.

"Aaron is deciding if he wants me to use the spider gag or the deep
throat gag. I told him to get started but he hasn't moved."

"Aaron, are you confused on what you need to do?" Dr. Connor asked
sincerely.

"I just can't..."

"Okay, let's start out slow. Why don't you pull Sam's zipper down, and
pull out his cock, that's step one," Dr. Connor suggested calmly.

Aaron hesitantly reached up and pulled the zipper down and slowly pulled
out Sam's soft cock, Blake knew it was a fine piece and once he was hard
would be a real pleasure for Aaron. Aaron held it hesitantly in his hand
as it started to grow slightly. A strange expression was coming over his
face as he stared at the flaccid cock... then slowly hesitantly he put it
to his mouth and sucked it in. Sam was quickly getting hard but it wasn't
slowing Aaron down, he was sucking and taking in the cock with
enthusiasm.

"There you go Sam. Don't forget to coach on what feels good and what
doesn't - he needs to learn," Dr. Connor said as he excused himself from
the room. One down, let's see how Adam is doing. Dr. Connor made rounds
of the straight boys starting Lesson 1 and while he had to encourage a
couple to get started, once they touched or had the trainer's cock out,
the resistance was gone. The bait works every time... he laughed to
himself.


*   Scene 5   *

Bing, Bing. The intercom sounded.

"Yes Claire?"

"Sir, we have a situation down in reception, may I step in?"

"Sure."

Claire opened the door and walked in, her gray suit immaculate, her hair
pulled up in a stylish up-do. The quintessential executive assistant.
"There's a Department of Health inspector here, asking to do a walk
through, and it's not Mr. Kimble."

"But he always calls Max in advance... sets up an appointment. Shit! He
must have been replaced and Max isn't here. Okay, let me see..." Dr.
Connor walked over to the mirror, took off his jacket, then his tie and
opened the top button of his shirt. That's a little friendlier looking.
He thought to himself. He ran his hands through his hair, softening the
spike and making it look a little more tousled. The shirt and slacks were
snug but not obscene. Joseph had insisted he change to the European cut
which formed to his body. "If it weren't for these bruises."

"I'll be right back, I think I have something..." Claire said and
returned quickly with something in her hand. "Look at me and hold still."
She started rubbing something over the bruises, looking at him intently,
used a little spit to rub something in a little more and smiled.
"Perfect... no one will ever notice."

"What?"

"Concealer, a woman is always prepared. And while you are still quite
handsome, the bruises did distract."

"You are marvelous, thank you. I'm your slave for life." Dr. Connor
smiled.

"Just promise you'll never make me work for that man again and I'll
continue to serve and protect. But if you even think about sending me
back, I'll raid stores and have my way with you until you submit."

"You make it sound like I'd object."

"Your dance card is full and while I know you do like women, there isn't
room in that heart for any more," she teased.

"Always room for more," he said with a wink.

"You can lie to yourself Dr. Connor but not me. Someone has to watch out
for you. Tell me, who do you count on your dance card?"

"Joseph and... well, hopefully Max."

"Let's try a test. You don't even have to answer just think about my
question... okay?"

"Sure, shoot."

"What would you do, what would you think if Craig, our wise-ass, jokester
came in and said he was leaving? Finally got a modeling offer he couldn't
refuse and was headed to Europe?" Claire asked with a long pregnant pause
as she watched his face carefully.

Craig leaving? Blake thought about it, his heart dropping to his toes,
his stomach tying in knots. I'd rather lose my right arm... He wouldn't
really, he loves it here, seems so happy. But what if he did? Blake felt
himself spiraling downward.

"Okay now our Spanish stud Stephen decides he's homesick and walks out."

Blake felt overwhelming sadness at the thought of not seeing Craig and
Stephen, not being able to laugh with them, hold them...

"Exactly as I thought." She said with a stern look. "You need to be
honest with yourself Dr. Connor. I've been here through it all, the day
you brought Joseph in, the first time Craig told you your manhood was
heaven and your ass his own paradise. I've seen these men worm their way
into your heart - long before you started those little yellow pills. So
don't even think about telling me it's just the drugs. Maybe not all of
them but certainly those two men and if we're really being honest, do you
remember what it was like when Diablo left. I certainly do, you and
Joseph moped for months and it won't take long before Diablo heals those
wounds, bats those bedroom eyes at you and you crumble just as quickly as
you do for Craig and Stephen. Treasure your men Blake because I guarantee
it's mutual. And I don't mean just with Joseph - they are as devoted to
you as they are to Joseph," Claire said walking briskly from the room,
passing Craig on the way.

"Hey beautiful," Craig greeted Claire as she passed then turned to Dr.
Connor. "Hey Doc, you ready to head downstairs?" Craig asked as he walked
on into the room. He stopped cold when he saw Dr. Connor up close, a look
of concern coming across his face. "Hey, you okay? Everything okay with
Joseph?"

"Yeah... Claire just pointed out how I needed to count my blessings, what
a fool I was. A bit hard to take you know..." He tried a laugh but it
didn't work.

Craig was close now, not touching but right there before him. Craig
reached up and wiped a tear from Blake's cheek. "I certainly like your
blessings - such big, thick blessings make my insides go all tingly, then
there's that blessing that so warm and holds me tight. What can I do for
you?"

Blake couldn't help but laugh. "A hug would be nice."

Craig stepped in and wrapped his strong arms around Dr. Connor, pulling
him close and holding him tight. "You know I'd do anything for you... all
you have to do is ask." He paused. "Want me to take my clothes off?" He
asked leaning back so he could look into Blake's face, then raised an
eyebrow, and gave his best lecherous look.

"Always... but unfortunately we have a visitor to take care of at the
moment."


*   Scene 6   *

The man standing in the lobby looked nervous, he was young, maybe mid to
late-twenties. Athletic build gone soft, maybe sports in high school or
college because there was some nice muscle under the suit, but not a gym
rat. Soft sandy-colored hair thinning a bit, nice smile and friendly face
- maybe 5'10".

"Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Blake Connor."

"Afternoon, I'm Cole McDaniel with the Department of Health. I'm your new
inspector."

"I do hope everything is okay with Mr. Kimble?"

"Oh yes. He was promoted so they had to assign someone new to his
portfolio."

"Hopefully he didn't say anything too awful about us to scare you off,"
Dr. Connor laughed.

"No, actually that was sort of strange. He shook my hand, called me a
'lucky bastard' and that was it," Mr. McDaniel said shaking his head.

"So where would you like to start?"

"I'm not sure I'll have time for everything, I have to pick up my kids
from daycare by 5:30."

"Not a problem, why don't we start with production, then move on to
collection and testing?"

"Works for me."

It took a while to finish the inspections of the production and packaging
process but it helped Dr. Connor build up a rapport with the new
inspector. He was laughing and much more at ease as they headed to
collection. Dr. Connor didn't use their internal language with inspectors
but knew this is where the rubber hit the road, not all men were
comfortable with the milking lab.

Mr. McDaniel was impressed with the precautions and preparation required
to enter the facility and was stunned with the facility itself. Dr.
Connor made sure he explained the process thoroughly and gave Mr.
McDaniel a close-up inspection of the process, pointing out how the
nipple and anal stimulation increased production volumes. And with the
use of live examples, how the 'volunteers' were connected to the
equipment where their penises were stroked, stimulated, and milked -
their abundant loads splashing and collecting in the glass containers as
they moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Dr. Connor had sent Craig on ahead to
make a number of arrangements including ensuring a full room of fine
attractive men being pleasured by the automated equipment. Dr. Connor
even encouraged Mr. McDaniel to ask questions of the subjects as they
toured. He found Mr. McDaniel's reactions and facial expressions
priceless especially when the men told him how much the anal stimulation
was appreciated. His discomfort over the men's asses being pounded by
large vibrating dildos on mechanical arms gradually waned as he saw the
pleasure the men were getting from the experience and when they exploded
in orgasm the look he gave was one of envy.

By the time they were done with the milking rooms, Mr. McDaniel was
looking very flushed and uncomfortable - a very prominent bulge in his
suit trousers. Dr. Connor watched as Mr. McDaniel was struggling to
remove his protective scrubs and gear.

"Here, let me help you. These things take some getting used to,
especially if you aren't doing it every day." Dr. Connor helped with the
hat and gloves first, then the shoe covers, then started on the top,
taking a little liberty as he did so to run his hands over the nervous
young man lifting the shirt. Then he moved on to the pants, using his
hands to slide down Mr. McDaniel's body as he helped pull them off. Dr.
Connor gently passed his hands over the bulge, enjoying the involuntary
quiver it produced in Mr. McDaniel.

"Your donors seemed to be very enthusiastic about the process. But I
found the personal aspect somewhat unnerving..."

"I'm sorry, but it is quite pleasurable. And as you saw, it's all on the
up and up. Since, you asked several of the donors yourself what it was
like and how they were treated, it should make you more comfortable with
the collection process. It is quite sterile and the semen isn't exposed
to any outside contaminates since the vacuum extractor pulls it from
inside the urethra. You also confirmed everything is to code," Dr. Connor
said reassuringly.

"No I didn't mean something was wrong, just seeing so many men in such a
very personal situation, in such pleasure - treating it like, I don't
know... giving blood."

"Well we do try to make it enjoyable."

"Yeah, I got that loud and clear," he said as they started down the hall.

Dr. Connor saw Ian walking toward them right on schedule, a large tray of
samples and equipment in his hands.

In a flurry of motion, Mr. McDaniel was falling and Dr. Connor reached to
catch him - making sure his attention was on him. Mr. McDaniel never saw
the squirt bottle in Ian's hand as the sound of breaking glass, and metal
hitting the hard tile floor echoed in the hallway. Ian and his tray had
gone flying.

"Goodness, I am so sorry I tripped and then..."

"It's okay, accidents happen. Are you hurt?" Dr. Connor asked with
concern.

"No, no, I'm fine, just made a mess of things," Mr. McDaniel said as he
stood and started brushing himself off. "I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean
bump into you or make such a mess."

"Quite alright sir. I'm fine," Ian said.

"Oh dear. Mr. McDaniel I'm afraid you've spilled samples all over
yourself," Dr. Connor said with concern pointing out the wet spots down
Mr. McDaniel's pants.

"Quickly, let's get you into an exam room and get those off and make sure
anything is neutralized. Ian a hand if you would please." Dr. Connor
hurried Mr. McDaniel into an empty exam room.

"What's wrong?" Mr. McDaniel asked in confusion.

"Well we don't know what is all over you and since Ian was taking samples
to the testing lab, we want to make sure if anything got on your skin
that we wash it off quickly and make sure it is removed from your
clothing. Please... you'll need to remove your pants or anything that
appears wet."

Mr. McDaniel kicked off his shoes and had his pants off quickly but then
saw that his shirttail was also wet at the bottom and so he threw his
jacket aside and the tie to get the shirt off and sat back on the exam
table in his briefs.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid it soaked into your briefs as well Mr. McDaniel.
Here, let me get you a sheet to cover up while we get these to laundry.
Ian if you would be so kind as to run these down and make sure they are
taken care of..." Dr. Connor said putting on gloves then gathering the
clothing and handling it carefully to Ian wrapped in a sheet. He gave a
wink and then turned back to Mr. McDaniel.

"Give me a moment Mr. McDaniel and I'll get some things ready and have
you cleaned up in no time." Dr. Connor smiled to himself as he ran a
basin of hot water, added a mild soap and grabbed some cloths from the
cupboard. He then took out a few official looking medicine bottles and
pretended to add them to the basin. "There we go. This will neutralize
anything that might have made contact with your skin. Do you want me to
call in a nurse so it's not just me?"

"No, please, I am so embarrassed. Can you just take care of it?"

"Absolutely. But I'm going to need to remove the sheet, it may have been
contaminated." He pulled the sheet away and put it in the corner. "Please
lie back and relax."

"Sorry about... you know... it's just that after seeing all those men
getting off, I think it's sort of stuck in my mind. What a horrible way
to make a first impression," Mr. McDaniel said with a blush as his
manhood stood stiff and erect.

"Not to worry, my job is naked men and I doubt you have anything I
haven't seen." Dr. Connor started with the warm cloth on Mr. McDaniel's
leg, admiring the cock poking straight up in the air, the nice light
brown bush, large balls, muscled thighs with a nice layer of hair, a
treasure trail up his soft stomach to nicely rounded pecs, with pert pink
nipples hard and aroused, surrounded by soft light brown hair. "My but
you do have an exquisite penis Mr. McDaniel, such a nice shape and
beautifully sized, I bet your wife loves sucking on that beauty."

Mr. McDaniel gave a nervous laugh. "I wish. Nah, she thinks oral sex is
dirty."

"What a shame." Dr. Connor said as he wiped off his legs with the warm,
wet cloth, then gently spread his legs so he could reach his inner
thighs. "I get to see a lot of the male member and I assure you, that you
have one to be proud of... spread a little wider I need to do around your
testicles. That's it, if you wouldn't mind lifting your legs a little...
perfect."

"Wow that feels really good."

"You've never had someone play with your ass or balls?"

"No, can't say that I have. And I certainly never found a prostate exam
'pleasurable'."

"Tsk tsk. You saw from the men in collection what a pleasure it can be.
An exam is not intended to be personal or pleasurable. I could give you
just a tiny sample so you know the difference..."

"Well maybe just a little... as long as it's not too intrusive."

"Goodness, no. Just the tip of my finger," Dr. Connor said with a smile.
He took a small sample tube from his pocket, squeezed out a pea sized
drop and gently applied it to the soft pink opening. "Just relax, you'll
feel just a little pressure." He worked his finger around the opening,
massaging and working in the special lube, gently pressing and gradually
sliding his finger in as it started to work. Mr. McDaniel's ass was
opening up for Dr. Connor, still tight and hot as his finger slid in and
around then found that sweet spot and started to massage, gently but
firmly. Mr. McDaniel grabbed the side of the table and looked at Dr.
Connor in surprise.

"Oh my... that's intense."

"And that's just my finger - your body is just waking up to the
sensation. It becomes much more intense and pleasurable. And imagine
something large and thick like what you saw being used on the men in
collection, rubbing over that spot, again and again. If you can't
convince your wife to do this for you, adult stores sell a variety of
vibrators, toys, and dildos that would allow you to do this for
yourself."

"I don't think I could do that." Mr. McDaniel looked very flushed, his
hard cock now leaking a sweet stream of pre-cum that was running down to
the root of his shaft.

"But here, you just relax and we'll have you cleaned up in no time." Dr.
Connor moved up and wiped off Mr. McDaniel's stomach and his chest,
teasing the cloth over his nipples enjoying how it made Mr. McDaniel's
cock twitch.

"Beautiful nipples, you saw how our volunteers liked having them
stimulated. Are yours sensitive?" Dr. Connor already knew the answer but
didn't think Mr. McDaniel had made the connection.

"Don't really know..." he said as Dr. Connor rubbed and teased his
nipple. "Oh... my."

"In our business, we call that hard-wired. Manipulation of the nipples
that sends a signal directly to your penis. You really need to try more
things... you said your wife didn't like to, but have you ever had
someone give you oral sex?"

"No, not really. A girl I dated started to once but then we got
interrupted and just never happened again."

"I'm going to wipe off your penis now, just wanted to warn you, please
relax." Dr. Connor got a fresh cloth and made sure the water was still
warm then gently massaged the hard cock as he wiped, milking the pre-cum
so that it was coating the head of the cock while he cleaned the shaft.

"I'm really sorry Doctor, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"No apology necessary. This is what we do here, I'm just still in shock
that you never let anyone suck this beautiful penis."

"Well it's not that I didn't let anyone, no one ever wanted to."

"Oh I would," Dr. Connor said as he pretended nonchalance and started
massaging and wiping his balls.

"Really?" Mr. McDaniel asked. His breathing had changed and Dr. Connor
could see the temptation in his eyes.

"If you'd let me..."

"Well I really shouldn't," Mr. McDaniel said with regret.

"You do think it would feel good, don't you?"

"Yes. But..."

"And you do trust me, I am a doctor specializing in sex you know," Dr.
Connor cajoled.

"Yes, I do," Mr. McDaniel said getting more flustered as Blake continued
to touch and stroke.

"You do want me to, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do..."

Dr. Connor slowly bent down and took the pre-cum covered head in his
mouth, savoring the taste and sucking it in as Mr. McDaniel moaned in
pleasure. Then he pulled off the gloves and ran his hands over McDaniel's
chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples while the other hand scooped
and squeezed his balls. He took more of the cock in his mouth, sliding
down, taking it deep in his throat, then sliding up running his tongue
over and around the sensitive head, teasing it coaxing more sweet pre-cum
from the slit, then he slid his fingers under the balls and started
massaging and rubbing his perineum as he sucked harder. McDaniel
continued to moan as he got closer and closer, his body a fine instrument
in the hands of a master musician. Dr. Connor could tell McDaniel was
close and then felt him reach out and grab his arm as his body spasmed,
giving up his precious load, squirt after squirt of hot spicy man seed.
Dr. Connor sucked it in continuing to rub, to squeeze his nipples and
suck deep into his throat.

"Oh god, that was amazing."

"I told you that you have a beautiful cock."

"I didn't know it could feel that good."

"Well I am very glad that I could show you what you've been missing - it
was truly my pleasure. You are a very attractive man, so sexy..." Dr.
Connor said running his hand over Mr. McDaniel's hairy chest, rubbing the
nipples feeling the firm muscle under the soft skin. "You really need
take care of yourself better."

Dr. Connor finished cleaning off Mr. McDaniel and then gave him a sheet
and blanket until his clothes were returned - dry, still warm and folded.


*   Scene 7   *

Dr. Connor took Mr. McDaniel down to the testing floor where they could
use the observation rooms to demonstrate how they tested the medicine.
The first room happened to be Kris his smooth young face and full lips
wrapped enthusiastically around Sergio's beautiful cock. In the second
room Mr. McDaniel got to observe the effects of bait and stimulant as the
Latin stud Carlos plowed James. Dr. Connor managed to get Mr. McDaniel
through four more observation sessions before he offered to go back up to
his office.

"I know you'll want to see all the most recent licenses and certificates.
I keep them in my office."

"Yeah, that would be great. Thank you," Mr. McDaniel said absently.

Dr. Connor knew the last hour of observation had reignited Mr. McDaniel's
lust. While he asked questions and did all the right things, his
breathing had become shallow, his face was flushed and there was no
hiding the bulge in his pants. Claire showed them into the office and
closed the doors. Dr. Connor set the folders out on the table but at the
moment there were boxes in both chairs. As Mr. McDaniel stood looking at
the folders, checking off what he found, Dr. Connor walked up beside him,
gently running his hand up his thigh and over the curve of his ass.

"Everything looks to be in order." Mr. McDaniel said shakily. "Just have
to make sure they're all here."

Dr. Connor slid his hand over the round ass, using his middle finger as
he slid downward to trace the crack of McDaniel's ass, the smooth cloth
allowing him to press in and separate the cheeks as he slid his hand down
and between McDaniel's legs. I wonder if he even realizes he just spread
his legs and tipped his ass up for me. Dr. Connor thought.

"Really shouldn't..." Mr. McDaniel rasped.

"You are so attractive... such a beautiful round ass," Dr. Connor said as
he continued to rub, sliding his hand between McDaniel's legs, teasing
his balls. Dr. Connor reached around and unfastened McDaniel's belt as
his hand slid inside the pants and found his hard cock. "So very sexy,"
He whispered in his ear. In a heartbeat McDaniel's pants and underwear
had fallen to his knees and Dr. Connor's hands were unbuttoning his
shirt, feeling his body, massaging his chest and nipples.

Mr. McDaniel had bent farther forward putting his ass up for Dr. Connor,
who slid down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He then opened and put
on the condom and put his cock to the already greased hole. Just in case
he added a little more from the tube and massaged McDaniel's tight
opening. Dr. Connor massaged for a while longer, letting the cream take
hold then gently started to push his way into the virgin hole.

"Ohhh! God, you are so big!"

Dr. Connor continued to work his hole, sliding farther and farther in as
Mr. McDaniel spread his legs wider and bent over the table. He kicked off
his shoes and stepped out of his pants as Dr. Connor pulled off
McDaniel's shirt and tie and now had him naked at the small conference
table. "Lift your leg up... that's it. See our reflection in the mirror,
your beautiful naked body riding my cock."

"So full, so deep... oh man, it feels so good. I thought it'd hurt but
it's sooo good."

Dr. Connor pulled off the rest of his clothes and stepped out of his
shoes and pants and resumed fucking the tight virgin hole. The cream may
take his pain away but wow, he is still so damn tight. Dr. Connor thought
as he slid all of his long shaft in and out of the lightly furry hole.
Dr. Connor moved to the floor and Mr. McDaniel eagerly sat on his thick,
long cock, taking it deep and riding him. "Mr. McDaniel, you are so
sexy."

"Please, please call me Cole, it seems really stupid to use last names
when I have your cock buried inside my body."

Dr. Connor reached up and pulled Cole down for a kiss, then let him sit
back up and ride. He took Cole's hard, wet cock in his hands and felt him
quiver on his shaft. "Cole, I want you to take me."

Dr. Connor flipped Cole to the floor, pushing his legs wide and sucked
Cole's cock into his mouth licking up the pre-cum before he gently put
the condom on Cole. Blake took a little of the cream from the tube and
applied it to his own hole before he straddled Cole and slid down on him.

"Oh, wow, that feels so good, so hot... so tight..."

Dr. Connor then proceeded to ride him, alternating slow and quick strokes
and gyrating on the prone man, milking his cock, torturing it with his
ass. When he thought Cole couldn't take anymore, he steadied his rhythm
and squeezed an eruption out of his victim. Cole gasped and writhed on
the floor as Dr. Connor continued to milk his cock after Cole came.

Dr. Connor leaned down and kissed Cole again, running his hands over his
chest while Cole was still buried deep inside him. Cole cried out a
little when Dr. Connor finally released him, tightly stroking Cole's cock
as he rose. He grabbed some towels and helped wipe Cole up and then even
helped him get dressed, taking the liberty of touching and stroking Cole
in all his most intimate places as he did so.

They returned to the table and Dr. Connor reached out and took one of the
remaining folders and carried it back to his desk. "I'm sorry Mr.
McDaniel, I can't find the County License, I'm afraid you'll have to come
back to confirm that one. I do hope it won't be too much of an
inconvenience?"

"No, no, won't be a problem at all."

"Good, we can set up an appointment in a couple days so I can give you my
full attention and answer any questions," Dr. Connor said as he had
backed Cole up against the wall, one hand on his crotch and the other
sliding inside his shirt. "I know you have to go pick up your kids, and I
wouldn't want to make you late," he said as his tongue slid along Cole's
jawline. "You know the other inspectors found that they had to schedule
regular appointments since there was so much going on here."

"Yeah," Cole gasped. "Saw that in the file."

"I do hope your day went well. It would be nice if you remembered me...
later when you... you know," Dr. Connor said as he squeezed the cock
starting to grow firm again in his hand.

"Yes sir... see you in a couple days," Cole said as he almost fell out
the door, leaving and stumbling into Craig.

Claire looked at the disheveled young man as Craig helped steady him and
escorted him to the elevator. She turned and gave Blake a raised eyebrow
as the elevator doors closed. "Well?"

"Damn! That was hot. I'm almost glad Max wasn't here to take care of that
one. Not only was he sexy as hell, he was absolutely desperate for the
attention. I'm going to enjoy him."

"Not to mention you absolutely love seducing frustrated, married men,"
Claire said.

"Yeah, that too."


*   Scene 8   *

"Mario, thank you for stopping up. Max and I wanted to talk about the
unfortunate incident over the weekend and extend our sincerest
apologies," Dr. Connor started.

Mario looked at the two men with a look of confusion on his beautiful
Latin face, as he sat stiffly in the chair in Dr. Connor's office. "I
don't understand."

"We make it a point to never force intimacy on a staff member without
prior consent and certainly not intimacy with multiple partners. You will
find a bonus in this week's deposit and I promise to do my utmost to not
let it happen again. You signed up to guard, not take care of personal
needs."

"We certainly understand if you want us to change your rotation or your
assignments," Max said sincerely.

"Hey, I never turn down money. But, you don't owe me an apology and I
most definitely don't want to change my rotation or assignment, unless
you can make it more likely for that to happen again."

"But Mario, you were not given a choice. Joseph's condition is sort of
like having 'Blue' forced on you. You didn't get a say in your partners
or what you did, that was taken from you," Dr. Connor said with concern.

"Dr. Connor, Max," Mario said looking at them in turn. "It was awesome
and if there is a sign-up sheet, please put my name on it, put it on my
record, my preferences, pre-approved consent, whatever. I would gladly
serve you, Joseph, Max, and any of the Black Guard in that capacity any
day of the week, any time. Personally, one-on-one, threesomes, foursomes,
hell, all of you... seriously any time."

Max stood and offered a hand to Mario. "Thank you Mario, your preference
will be noted and Dr. Connor and I will talk about options. Sorry I
missed it, I've never had the pleasure and from what Dr. Connor said -
you were exquisite."

"Thank you sir. There just aren't words to describe him, them, the...
well you know. Like I said, all you gotta' do is ask and I'm yours."

Max ushered Mario out the door, closed it and then leaned back against
it, putting his arms across his chest and giving his best questioning
look.

"What?"

"What? What did you do to that man? He's positively giddy - never have I
seen him like that. He's also the second man to be pulled in
'unintentionally', first Tony now Mario. Maybe we need to talk to Joseph
and ask him why. Somehow I don't think it's accidental."

"Yeah, I agree," Blake said shaking his head. "But god Max, it was so
fucking awesome. You did not fully communicate the 'awesomeness' part
when you recapped your adventure. I know it was just as awesome because
Craig and Stephen have both told me the intimate details."

"Maybe. But it was also scary as hell."

"Not for me Max. To be honest I didn't even try to fight it once I
realized what was happening. And if we could get you to trust Joseph, I
don't think you would either."

"You may be right."

"We really expected you to come over last night. Something happen?" Blake
asked.

"Not really. Checked in with everyone then ran into Tank, got caught up
with him. Made a visit to Peter like I promised and then was just too
tired to go anywhere."

"Everything okay with Peter?"

"Yeah, he just wanted to talk. Had all kinds of questions and then asked
if I'd be doing any of his special 'training'."

"What did you tell him? You know you can. If you want you could do all of
his training."

"Told him the truth... that usually I don't usually get involved until
second or third week when they've had a chance to build up to me. He said
he didn't care and would do his very best if I would."

"David is doing the training schedule - just let him know, you can bump
whoever you want, whenever you want. Changing subjects. Do you know
what's going on with Joseph's mysterious 'date night'?"

"Not that I'm allowed to say," Max said with a big smile.

"Traitor! Since when does Joseph take me to a strip club for a night out?
It all seems rather fishy to me."

"Guess you'll just have to trust him," Max said with a grin.


*   Scene 9   *

Blake and Joseph walked up to the doors of Zippers, trailed by Craig and
Beau. The bright neon from the signs lighting the dark night. Beside the
door was a huge sign: 'GAY NIGHT, TONIGHT ONLY: LIVE FILMING - You must
sign waiver to enter'. The door opened and they entered the dark and loud
entrance way, approaching the large podium. Where Ted, the manager, a
rather imposing man in his dark suit stood waiting.

"Dr. Connor, Joseph welcome. So glad to see you back again. Assume you
saw the sign, need you to slide your license into the reader, look at the
green light and answer a couple questions. Ready?"

"Sure Ted," Dr. Connor said as he slid his driver's license into the
reader.

"You confirm that this is your license and you are indeed Dr. Blake
Connor and that you agree to the terms of the waiver. We are filming this
evening and if your image is captured and used, you receive a flat fee as
an extra, if you are filmed in physical contact or in a sex act you
receive the bonus extra fee."

"Confirmed," Dr. Connor said and then stood back while Joseph and the
others repeated the process.

"Oh and just to warn you we've been having some trouble with a couple of
straight jocks from the University. We gave 'em a warning but if you see
them getting rough with the dancers or getting nasty again let me know."

"Why not just boot them now?"

"They're on the football team, real popular, don't want to create a fuss
if we don't have to. The college crowd pays our bills. Hey, show Dr.
Connor and Joseph to their table," he said flagging down a passing
server. The man was in tight leather pants, boots, no shirt and a black
leather masquerade mask. Dr. Connor figured he probably knew him, but
couldn't tell from the muscled upper body alone. The waiter walked them
through the crowd, passed the runway bar and to a table up close to the
stage and the runway - a large reserved sign and four seats were already
set.

"Enjoy your evening gentlemen," the waiter said in a heavy French accent.

Dr. Connor looked at him again and smiled, noting the dark curly hair and
the flash of blue eyes. "Thank you Jean-Claude, and please don't forget
to visit. It's been too long."

"Wondered if you'd know it was me."

"Not until you spoke. But now my mouth is watering," Blake teased.

Jean-Claude leaned down, whispered something in Blake's ear causing him
to turn bright red and then he laughed as he walked away.

"Blake, would you excuse me for a couple minutes. I have an idea," Joseph
said, not even pausing for an answer as he headed back to Ted, trailed by
Craig.

"So let me guess Beau, you can't tell me what this is all about either?"
Blake asked.

"Sorry sir, but I don't even know anything to not tell you," Beau
answered.

Blake turned to look around the club. There were a couple other reserved
tables still open. But overall a very good crowd. There were cameras
everywhere and Joseph seemed to be in process of directing some camera
placement at the side stage. Then he noticed several of the techs going
from camera to camera and covering up the indicator lights. He turned to
ask Beau a question and felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey handsome," the deep voice sounded in his ear.

Blake turned as Max seated himself down beside him and wrapped his arm
over his shoulder.

"Imagine meeting you in a place like this," Max said.

"And you're still not going to tell me what's going on?" Blake said and
then spotted Tank, Ian, and Takashi sitting down at the other reserved
table. This is getting weirder, He thought and turned to look back at the
main bar where Stephen greeted him with a raised glass. Jared was beside
him ordering. "Is everyone here? And am I the only one who doesn't know
what's going on?"

"Nah, I don't think Beau knows, do you Beau?" Max laughed.

"No sir, not a thing."

"Everyone should be here but Chris," Max said.

"And he's not here because?"

"Said he needed to go home and rest up for tomorrow," Beau said.

"Something go wrong?"

"He said it was a great day. Said he had three private tutoring sessions
from Joseph and that Joseph fucked his T.A. into tomorrow. He also
managed to do lessons with a couple of the new boys."

"Is the Teaching Assistant okay?"

"Yeah, he said he was fine. Said he walked a bit funny but had an ear to
ear smile," Beau laughed.

The music started and several dancers walked out onto the bar runway.
They were the regular Zipper dancers, all in black vinyl costumes with
strategic zippers. The music was in full motion as were the dancers,
strutting and stripping, zipper by zipper, by the time they were down to
their thongs, the crowd was getting pretty loud and rowdy - especially
three young guys near their table. I wonder if those are the jocks Ted
was talking about. Blake thought. It wasn't that they were louder or
doing anything remarkably different, they were just a little more
invasive with their touches and their comments were past crude to
degrading. Blake was just getting ready to say something when the lights
changed and fog started rolling across the smaller side stage. The music
changed, to a driving song with a heavy drum beat that Blake could feel
vibrating through his body and when the spotlight came on Blake caught
his breath.

The dancer was done up like a tiger, in a full, clinging body costume,
even the hands appeared to be covered like tiger's paws - the face was
done in make-up and the dancer was wearing cat's eyes contacts. He moved
with a feline grace, flipping and sliding across the stage, he came down
the runway, suggestively dancing, using the long tale in provocative
ways. He went to the pole and began climbing, then flipping, showing the
muscles rippling under the body suit. Now that he looked closer, Blake
could see that the chest and abs of the dancer were bare and the full
crotch was some type of cod piece. The dancer's movements were exotic and
the crowd was going wild and then the dancer leaped to the floor in front
of Blake and wrapped his tale around Blake's neck. His ass was right up
in Blake's face and then he was gone.

Holy fuck, that's Joseph, Blake's mind screamed. When the dancer was so
close, he had lifted his tale seductively revealing the smooth crack and
pink hole beneath. Blake saw that the soft silky fur costume had a slit
under the tale, running the full length of the powerful round cheeks.
Blake had reached out to touch and then before he made contact Joseph was
gone and back on the stage.

Another light had come on and another dancer lurked in the dark corner of
the stage. This one all in black, a panther, stocking in the shadows. The
tiger's dance became one of seduction and invitation and then he returned
to the runway, crawling on all fours, slinking along, just out of reach
of all the hands hoping for a feel of that sleek muscled body. The tiger
seemed to focus on the three rowdy jocks. He danced toward them and then
back again, stretching sensuously, beckoning them forward with his tail.
He approached the one Blake thought was the leader, a meaty, muscled guy
with a crew cut. All three guys kicked off their shoes and followed
Joseph up on stage - dancing to the music. Joseph started with Crew-cut
dancing provocatively, guiding him to the side stage - not touching but
pretending to paw him all over, sensuously and seductively. The music
changed tempo and crew cut continued to dance as the tiger drew the next
jock to the side stage, this one was a little taller with curly brown
hair. Again the tiger danced with him until he continued on his own,
gyrating his hips and pretending to touch his body for the crowd. The
last jock Joseph guided to the side stage was more ripped, with dark skin
and a very muscled build.

The tiger returned to Crew-cut and started running his paws over him but
as they passed, his pants were suddenly unfastened and then those paws
slid under his shirt and in no time he had all three jocks shirtless
dancing in their jeans, waistbands unfastened. The tiger drew Curly over
to his friend Crew-cut and guided his hands, his paws overtop over the
meaty man, his chest then his stomach and then sliding his zipper down,
soon Curly's hands were sliding the jeans off Crew-cut. The dance went on
and the dark skinned boy's hands were being guided over Curly as he
continued to touch Crew-cut. The zipper came down, the pants came off and
then both Curly and Crew-cut were all over the dark skinned muscle jock.
The crowd gasped when his pants came off, he was horse hung and very
happy to be there.

What has Joseph done to them? Blake turned at a sound to his left and saw
the camera man zooming in. I wonder if they know they are being filmed.
What if Joseph loses it? We're in a crowded strip club and the sexual
energy is off the chart at the moment. He felt panic building and was
just about to move when a warm hand firmly grasped his and squeezed.

"It's okay Blake. Trust him."

The tiger continued to guide the jocks hands and movements, they seemed
to be totally lost in the music and each other. Crew-cut dropped to his
knees and took Curly's hard cock in his mouth, then Horse, dove in and
started rimming Crew-cut. Slowly the tiger moved back, the lighting
softened somewhat and tiger returned to the runway.

He danced, he flipped, he stretched, then something caught his attention
and he strutted to the end of the runway. A young man in glasses, long
dark hair - the personification of a nerd was being pushed to the fore by
his vocal friends. He was skinny but underneath the nerdiness, not bad
looking at all. Bet they brought him here for his birthday, Blake thought
watching the group as they literally pushed the Nerd up against the edge
of the runway bar. One of his 'friends' a good looking boy with a
pompadour, pulled out a fifty dollar bill and waved it in the air to
Joseph while pointing to his nerdy friend.

Joseph took the bill in exaggerated moves and slid it down the opening in
his suit, rippling his muscles from his chest and down his abdomen as he
dropped to his knees - he leaned back and again the muscles rippled down
his abs to his groin as he used his 'paws' to feel his own body,
spreading his knees wide and the cod piece was gone, his hard cock
standing at full attention. Using his tale he wrapped it around Nerd and
drew him in to his crotch. The Nerd was in such shock his mouth was
hanging open and his face had that 'deer in the headlights' look. The
tiger used the opportunity and slid his hard cock over the boy's lips,
jolting him from his stupor. Joseph slid forward a little and guided the
Nerd down on his cock, then reached out and grabbed the boy's hand and
pulled it between his legs, under his balls letting the Nerd touch and
feel the heavy globes, then moved him further back. The Nerd's eyes went
wide when he found his hand running along Joseph's naked crack, feeling
the heat of his private heaven. The tiger ground his ass on the hand,
moving back and forth, running the hand across his tight hole while
sliding his cock in and out of the boy's mouth.

The crowd was going wild, hooting, hollering, and screaming at the
spectacle. They shouted encouragement and instructions to the Nerd,
giving him all kinds of ideas of what he could be doing. Joseph continued
to grind on the boy, then took his tale and wrapped it around the friend
with the pompadour, pulling him into his crotch - now he had a mouth on
either side of his hard cock, their tongues wrapping around his manhood
in unison. He moved Nerd's hand to his friend's hip and then gradually
pulled back - putting the two boy's face to face in a kiss. He leaned
down to Pompadour and whispered in his ear. Pompadour started kissing
Nerd with heat and passion, his hands wrapping around the skinny Nerd's
body and then they seemed to forget all about Joseph. The crowd was wild,
and most of the men around the runway were waving bills in the air,
begging for the tiger's attention.

That Nerd is going to have the best birthday he ever could have imagined.
Blake thought to himself.

Now the panther was moving forward, stocking the tiger and drawing him
back to the main stage. They went into an exotic dance of seduction,
moving in unison, their 'paws' trailing over each other's bodies in time
to the music. Then they were on all fours - seemingly chasing each other
around the stage and runway. Then the tiger stopped, stretched out and
threw his ass into the air, his tail flipped up over his back, his legs
wide and he started pretending to groom the tale with his tongue. The
dancer in the panther suit moved in, circling the prone Joseph, sniffing
the air and then stretching around him, flipping over him and then, on
his knees, legs spread wide at Joseph's head - he was definitely not
wearing a cod piece. His cock was large, hard, and being rubbed against
the tiger's face. Joseph licked it, like he was grooming, then he licked
the panther's balls, then took the hard cock deep in his mouth his ass
still up in the air. The crowd was screaming for the panther to fuck the
tiger. Anyone close could now see the open crack and exposed hole with
the tail flipped up. And then the panther moved in and played with
Joseph's ass, spreading him, stroking him, opening him up. Joseph was
hard and his balls were hanging low as the panther, started, teasing
Joseph's hole with his cock. Joseph swayed his ass and seemed to beg the
panther to take him.

Blake watched in jealous fascination and then as he saw the olive skinned
cock slide in Joseph. Holy shit, that's Diablo, he thought as he stared.
They fucked hard and wild, rolling around on the stage as Diablo mounted
Joseph doggy-style, then standing against the pole, then on the runway,
Joseph spread out with his ass in the air then they were back on the main
stage with Joseph on his hands and knees. There was another growl and a
new dancer came on stage. This one was a leopard, sleek and smooth and
also no cod piece, he circled the two fucking cats and then presented
himself to Joseph who took his cock in his mouth while Diablo fucked his
ass. In just moments, Diablo shot his load all over Joseph's ass and back
and then slid inside him again. The three cats rolled around in a tangle
of tales and limbs and then there was the sound of a gunshot over the
music. The three dancers, looked to the side and then scampered off stage
on all fours.

The music changed to a more traditional strip song and three new dancers
came out onto the stage. The first was a small, dark skinned twink, in a
loin cloth and cape of rags, the second was a man in Safari khaki's, hat
and all, the third was a mountain of a man, body builder, with a dark,
close cropped beard and in a Safari outfit as well. They moved up the
runway, gradually stripping away every piece of clothing in time to the
loud, pounding music. The Twink was at the end of the runway, letting the
patrons, touch and fondle his smooth, young body. Hands were all over
him, sliding up his crack, holding his balls, stroking his dark cock, he
was in continual motion, not letting any one customer have too much time.

The second man, Blondie, was an athletic build, shaved smooth with bright
platinum blond hair. He was squatting at the edge of the runway, letting
the patrons, run their hand over his smooth muscular thighs, letting them
lift his heavy balls and stroke the straight and pale cut cock. One of
the patrons licked his fingers and found Blondie's pretty pink hole. The
dancer threw his head back and ground his ass down on the probing
fingers.

Blake looked back to the side stage. They are still going at it. He
thought. Curly was fucking Crew-cut's hole doggy style while Crew-cut
chowed down on Horse's cock. They had drawn their own crowd of men who
liked the amateur show and were happy to grab a feel of some college boy
booty.

The last dancer on the runway was Muscle Man, a definite body builder,
almost as big as Max but with just a trace of hair on his pecs and a hint
of a treasure trail down to a thick black bush and nice package. He was
nice, but not nearly as big as Max. Blake felt a twinge of guilt for
comparing but then, he also was looking forward to Max and the dancer
made him even hungrier for that opportunity. Muscle Man was teasing the
crowd, getting close but not really giving them an opportunity to feel or
grab any of his more strategic bits.

The music changed again and the lights dimmed. The three safari guys took
it as a queue and disappeared. A spotlight came on and the three cats:
tiger, panther, and leopard circled the stage, pranced down the runway
and disappeared again. The music took on a more frantic beat and the
twink, back in his loincloth and cape ran onto the stage, racing from
corner to corner as if looking for a place to hide. His movements were
frantic, he would tumble and fall then quickly get up again - he had just
made it to the runway, patrons trying to grab at him when the tiger
prowled onto the stage. On all fours, like he was searching, then froze.
The Twink seemed to see the tiger and tried to run past, but as he did,
Joseph leaped and flipped over him, catching his cape of rags and
dragging him to the ground. In a flurry of movement, the loin cloth flew
out and into the crowd and the Twink was flipped face down onto his own
cape. The tiger reached between the boy's legs, grabbed his balls and
dragged him backwards. The twink scrambled and reached trying to crawl
away but there was no escaping the grip on his tender balls.

Still using his balls, the tiger lifted the Twink's ass to his face and
licked up his crack, then let the boy fall to the floor as the tiger used
his knees to spread the twinks legs wide and then pin him to the floor,
his hard cock poised to pierce the small dark ass. And in one swift
motion, he seemed to drive himself all the way in, so hard and fast that
the boy slid forward with the motion. The twink continued to stretch and
try to crawl away from the invader, but his small, tight hole was being
pounded by the tiger.

Wow. I'm used to thinking of Joseph as young and a twink but seeing him
with that boy, who's probably just 18 or 19, and Joseph looking so
muscular and big. He is so not a twink anymore. Blake thought as he
watched Joseph savagely fucking the boy's ass. He was the perfect idea of
a twink, legal but still soft, just a little muscle and looking so young
and vulnerable.

Joseph lifted the boy's ass in the air, holding him by his spread thighs
and moved the boy back and forth on his cock as if he were a doll. Then
the tiger stood bouncing Twink on his manhood, sliding him up and down
while he stroked the boy's stiff cock. The boy was moaning, then gasped
and shot a huge load in the air. Joseph lowered him on his hands and
knees, fucked him some more then withdrew and shot his load all over the
boy's back and ass - the white cum, contrasting with his dark skin. He
then scooped up the jiz and worked it into the twink's savaged hole
before grabbing the boy by the balls and dragging him off stage on his
cape of rags.

The scene and music started over, but this time it was Blondie running
across the stage; however, his safari costume was gone and he was naked
except for strips of cloth hanging from what was once his shirt. This
time, the panther came on stage and stalked the blond stud, again
flipping over him but as the Panther landed on his hands, he flipped his
legs around taking Blondie legs out from under him and he hit the stage
with a thud. In an instant the panther had tied Blondie's hands and bound
him to one of the stage trees. Blondie struggled and fought, but the
panther sat on his chest, putting his large hard cock to Blondie's mouth
and forced him to take it in. After getting his cock all the way down
Blondie's throat, he withdrew, his cock still dripping with Blondie's
spit, lifted Blondie's legs and pushed them back so his feet almost
touched the floor over his head. He then took his dripping cock and
shoved it in the pale hole - his back straight as a board and he drove
himself in deep and fast, the sound of smacking flesh loud enough to hear
over the music.

Blake had to look away. He was getting really warm and knew his briefs
were already soaked with how much he was leaking and then there was Max's
hand still holding on to him. At first they'd held hands, now Max's hand
was on Blake's inner thigh and he could feel the heat. He turned to check
out the jocks - they'd mixed it up a little. Horse was riding Curly and
Crew-cut was moving in for some double penetration. It took a little
maneuvering but soon that dark muscled ass was being fucked by two very
pale hard dicks. Fortunately for Horse, one of his fans had a long enough
reach to stroke his monster cock while he was being double-fucked.

Diablo, the black panther, was just pulling out as Blake turned back.
Just in time to see Diablo's load explode over Blondie's ass and hole.
Diablo wiped up the cum with his cock and pushed his thick jiz covered
shaft back into Blondie's ass before untying him from the tree and
dragging him off by his bound wrists. Blondie struggled to crawl quickly
enough to keep up.

Blake jumped as Max squeezed his thigh. "You doin' okay?" Max asked.

"A little warm and overheated if you know what I mean. Did you know
Joseph knew how to do that?"

"Yeah, I've been watching him practice. He wanted to surprise you," Max
said as he moved his hand to Blake's crotch and caressed his bulge. Max
laughed at Blake's reaction. "You need to breathe dude."

"I'm trying," Blake said in a squeak. Movement to the side caught his eye
and he looked up to see Craig and Joseph returning. Beau moved over a
seat and Joseph sat down beside Blake. Craig leaned in and said something
to Joseph, then left. Joseph put a hand on Blake's other thigh and gave
him a tenuous smile.

Blake leaned over and gave Joseph a kiss. "You were fucking awesome he
said in Joseph's ear," hoping Joseph could hear him over the music. By
the smile he guessed he heard.

He turned back to the stage where the scene had been changed, Muscle Man
was in the spot-light, spread-eagle on a frame made to look like he was
hung between two trees. His body was completely naked, his muscles
bulging, his arms tied at the wrists and his legs at the ankles - wrapped
in vines - his manhood and balls hanging out for everyone to admire. To
the right was a tree stump throne, upon which a new dancer reclined -
almost as muscled as the bound man, but this one was made up like a lion,
with a huge mane and golden fur, and an almost shockingly huge cock
hanging low between his legs. The leopard was back as well, circling the
bound man, teasing him, touching him and using his tale - running it up
and down those muscles, across his most tender parts, making him squirm
and pull at his restraints. The leopard, stroked his cock, licked at his
nipples and then disappeared behind Muscle Man. You still knew he was
doing something because the man's face fought with the emotion and he
struggled at his bonds. The leopard returned and started licking and
stroking the man again bringing him close, then moving away to torture
his ass or his nipples. Again, he stroked him making him writhe in
pleasure, even the audience could see Muscle Man's pre-cum dripping to
the floor. The lion roared, or at least he appeared to, and the leopard
backed away.

Craig was back - he handed Joseph a drink and said something in Joseph's
ear. Craig turned to go and Joseph reached out and grabbed Craig's
crotch. When Craig turned back Joseph pulled him in and said something in
his ear that caused Craig to turn beet red and his eyes went wide before
he gave a big smile and headed over to the table where Tank, Ian, and
Takashi were seated.

Blake was getting really warm, Max's hand was still massaging his thigh
and crotch and Joseph had joined him - if he wasn't already aroused,
having two men working on him was about to put him over the edge. He
tried to focus on the stage and not his painful erection.

The lion approached Muscle Man and ran his paws over his smooth, sleek
body, he leaned into his chest and the bound man groaned and then cried
out. As the lion moved lower to Muscle Man's engorged manhood, it
appeared that a shiny drop of dark red was running down from his nipple.
Muscle Man groaned again as the lion took his cock in his mouth and
teased it. He pulled back and took the dark tuft of his long tail and ran
it over the shuddering cock, the heavy balls, down Muscle Man's thighs
then to the nipples before he leaned in and started sucking the other
nipple. Lion lifted his tail up to Muscle Man's face, then pulled back
the fur as if it were a foreskin, revealing a large pink phallus at the
end. He ran it over Muscle Man's lips and then into his mouth, forcing
the bound man to suck it. Lion lifted Muscle Man's balls and cock,
letting the audience glimpse the smooth skin and promise of what was
between those powerful legs. He took the wet phallus and pushed it
inside, piercing the Muscle Man's tender hole as he started stroking the
dripping cock.

The entire frame started to turn, rotating to show Muscle Man's powerful
back and shoulders, his thick round ass and muscular legs, with the large
pink phallus shoved tightly up his hole. The lion reached between Muscle
Man's legs and started fucking him with his tale phallus, shoving it in
and out, making the bound man squirm and writhe as his body was invaded.
Then in an abrupt movement, he pulled the phallus out and it disappeared
back into the fur tuft of the tale.

Leopard was back and handing the lion a large spiked collar with a leash,
which lion attached to the bound man. They then worked together to lower
Muscle Man to the floor, unwrapping his vine restraints and pushing him
down to his hands and knees. The lion led him to the edge of the stage,
not close enough to reach but close enough that the audience got a very
good view.

Blake looked back to side stage where Crew-cut was now being fucked by
Horse as he was buried deep in Curly's ass. I'm amazed they can still be
going at it. He thought and gasped aloud as Max squeezed his balls
through his jeans.

Lion was sliding the head of his monster cock into Muscle Man's mouth,
holding his leash tightly so the man could not turn away. Blake shook his
head at the size of him. He's got to be at least 12" or more and wide to
boot - it'd be like being fisted. I know men with arms smaller than that.

Muscle Man couldn't even begin to get the whole beast in his mouth and
soon it became irrelevant as the lion moved behind him, first opening up
the Muscle Man's ass with his fingers then pushing the head against his
hole. He held the leash tight, Muscle Man's head pulled back and his back
arched to relieve the pressure of the collar. Blake was close enough that
he could see the shine of the lube on his ass, though he hadn't seen them
apply it. Muscle Man screamed as the lion forced himself in and didn't
stop screaming for several minutes as the monster cock drove deeper and
deeper into his body. It took a while but eventually, the screams were
replaced by mindless groans and Muscle Man rode the monster cock like a
bitch in heat. His own hard cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum -
a steady stream puddling on the floor beneath him.

Muscle Man picked up the pace and started impaling himself harder and
faster on the lion and then blew an impressive load across the stage
floor - shooting stream after stream of sticky hot man juice. Then he
finally sagged to the floor while lion continued to ravage his body. Lion
pulled out, an impressive sight since he seemed to continue pulling out
forever - he moved back to Muscle Man's head and lifted his chin, prying
open his mouth while he stroked his monster cock. His load was impressive
and shot into Muscle Man's mouth and across his face. When the eruption
stopped, lion shoved his spent cock into Muscle Man's mouth and held his
nose so he had no choice but to swallow and suck the precious seed from
the beast. When lion was satisfied, he pulled out and scooped up the
dripping cum still on Muscle Man's face, reached down his back and deftly
slid his cum covered fingers into Muscle Man's ravaged hole coating it
with his jiz. "Now all know, you are mine." He growled in a low baritone
as he dragged muscle man off stage on his hands and knees.

The lights came on, the music picked up and the house dancers were coming
back onto the runway. Blake hoped they were prepared because the touching
and groping was apt to get pretty intense after the show. He looked back
to the side stage expecting to see them gone, only to see Crew-cut
offering up his hole to some old dude in a flannel shirt and long grey
beard, his zipper down and cock at the ready. Likewise Horse was being
fingered by two different guys while another stroked his cock and Curly
had a patron's cock balls deep in his throat. Then the dancers were
there, pulling the boys back and putting themselves in the line of fire.
The patron's quickly moved on to groping the new men and the jocks
disappeared back stage.

"Joseph I don't know if this is how you feel before one of your spells,
but if it is I can't blame you for pulling in all the guys available.
Cause right now, it sure seems like a wonderful idea. What do you think
Beau?"

"I'm not sure Beau has completely adjusted yet," Max said with a laugh.
Beau was leaning on the table his head in his hands, and not saying a
word.

"Beau, you okay?" Joseph asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I think I'm going to die. I don't remember ever being so horny in my
life. It's awful."

"Maybe we should get Beau out of here? There's no more show and all the
sexual tension is starting to get to me too," he said with a lick across
his lips.

"Absolutely. Blake we need to get this hellcat home before all of Zippers
ends up in a mass orgy. And from the looks of this crowd, that wouldn't
take much," Max said as he guided them out of the club. Their friends
following close behind.

END Chapter 9


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