The Ties That Bind


Chapter 03


By: CJZ♂
email: lycanpureblood@hotmail.com
 
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ΑΦΩ


4th of July, 2013

SanctumOne Headquarters

Prairie County, Virginia

U.S.A







*Ding*


As the large metal elevator doors opened, a blinding white light engulfed the entire underground lab. Four tall, muscular and menacing looking men,
all wearing hasmat suits wheeled Mark carefully on a stretcher and into the lab.

Scientists, lab technicians and their assistants were busy running around making sure that everything was ready and prepared for the arrival of Dr.Lee and his assistant.

Everyone in the lab had a job to do.  It was expected to be done in the outmost perfection, anything less would not be tolerated.  The best scientists from around the world in Genetic Engineering where in this lab and they had all been personally hand picked by Dr.Lee.  


The scientists, technicians and their assistants all knew the task at hand.  They had, afterall been preparing for this scenerio for quite sometime.

As an unconscious and heavily drugged Mark was being prepped and his v
itals being taken, another large set of elevators doors opened at the opposite end of the lab.

Dr.Lee and his assistant, Dr.Lars Leopold Fleischer quietly emerged from the elevator and immediately everyone stopped what they were doing.

Dr.Fleischer was the first to speak to a room full of scientists.

"How is the subject doing?
"

The Senior Technician in charge stepped forward.  

"He's out cold, Sir.  His breathing and his heartbeat is normal, but his body temperature is a bit high for my liking."


Dr.Lee and
Dr.Fleischer slowly approached Mark, who not only did he look very peaceful, but was snoring quite loudly.

Dr.Lee was given an electronic 3-D holographic tablet and Mark's stats were shown to him.

"Mmm, you're right.  His temperature is a tad high."

Dr.Lee pointed to a Lab Technician and snapped his fingers.

"You!  Administer an injection of 1.0 ml of Xylaz into the subject."

Dr.Lee touched Mark's forehead and spoke outloud.

"The Xylaz will bring down his body temperature.  I want to be perfectly clear and cannot emphasize this enough.  if at any time, the subject's temperature goes up in any way, use nothing else but Xylaz to bring it down.  At this very moment and for the next week the 
Dionysus rays will be bonding with the subject's DNA and any other medicine administered could kill him."

The Lab Technician moved like lighting and administered the injection.

Dr.Lee was watching Mark's readings on the giant screen that hung from the middle of the room.  
He then pointed to another Lab Technician.

"You!  Be ready and when the subject's temperature drops to a normal reading, administer an injection of 2.0 ml of the Mentulacōleus
serum."

The Lab Technician looked perplexed.  

He looked at Dr.Lee and then at
his assistant, Dr.Fleischer.

"Did you say 2.0 ml?  I beg your pardon, Dr. Lee and I don't mean to question..."

The Lab Technician didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence.  He instantly dropped to the floor while shaking violently, convulsing and coughing up blood.  The convulsions lasted less than a minute and then blood slowly started seeping out of his eyes, mouth and ears.

Another Lab Technician stepped in.

Dr.Lee simply looked at him.

"Do, I need to repeat myself?"

The Lab Technician nodded, no.  He then walked over to a metal tray, picked up a syringe and held an ampule 
up to the light.  

Inside the vial, a greenish phosphorescent liquid seemed to bubble for a few seconds.  The Technician gently tapped the vial once and then the bubbling stopped
.

Everyone's eyes then went to the center of the lab, where a gigantic 3-D screen showed all of Mark's stats.  Everything from his heart rate, body temperature, brain scan, etc.

As soon as Mark's body temperature went down, the Technician administered the injection.  Everyone in the room including Dr.Lee, held their breath.

As the liquid invaded Mark's system, his medical chart went off the roof.  Somewhere in the lab, a loud alarm went off and soon lights were flashing.  Everyone in the lab looked panicked.

It was Mark's heart and it started beating at an alarming and dangerous rate.

Dr.Lee simply stood his ground and seemed to be murmuring something quietly to himself.  Mark then started convulsing and 
coughing violently.

Dr.Fleischer looked extremely worried, as he looked back and forth between the screen and Mark.

Dr. Lee, then yelled out.

"Everyone, keep calm!  You two, hold him down!"

The two Lab Technicians that Dr.Lee was pointing at jumped in and held Mark's arms and legs.

"You, help them and hold his head gently!"

Another Lab Technician, jumped in and gently held Mark's head with his gloved hands.  The Lab Technician could feel the unnatural, strong heat that Mark's body was giving off.

Mark's body was practically glowing and giving off, intense heat.

Dr.Fleischer was now sweating buckets.  

Actually, he was on the verge of freaking out.  But, he didn't dare say anything.  
His throat was parched dry and couldn't even manage a single swalllow.

Mark Ewen Brodie was the fifth, most perfect human male specimen found to date.  His DNA was simply flawless and unique.  

They simply couldn't lose him!

Mark was far too valuable.  He was worth more than his weight in gold, precious jewels or any amount of money.  

The Board
of 
SanctumOne wouldn't tolerate any fuck-ups.  Not, from anyone!

If Mark Brodie, somehow lost his life in the hands of Dr.Lee and his staff...

Well, let's just say that their fate along with any family they might have would cease to exist.  Everyone they knew, including themselves would end up dissapearing from the face of the Earth, never to be heard from again.  

So, yes.  A lot was at stake.
 

Dr.Fleischer simply looked at the large clock on the wall and prayed silently.  This was the crucial moment.

The moment where Mark Brodie would live or die.

The Sanctum held many secrets.  

Among them, an unbelievable reserve of wealth(gold bars, valuable minerals, precious jewels and currency from every country in the world), a vast archive of weapons(both military and private).  And a boundless and almost limitless storage of food and water to last for many generations.  

But, their "jewel in the crown".  

Their "most valuable commodity" was their vast inventory of top grade, superhuman male sperm.

This 
superhuman and superior grade of human male sperm was classified into two types.  

Exceptional bull breeder
and Exclusive, first-class, predominant, bull breeder.

To become an "Exceptional bull breeder", a human male has to survive one major obstacle
.

You had to "survive" the
Dionysus ray and many did.  

The Dionysus ray, is a secret and top classified weapon used in males that might be "eligible" to become 
"Exceptional bull breeders".  

The source of the ray's power comes from a crystal, embedded deep within the ray.  The large, purplish looking crystal was found in a cave under Mount KithaironGreece in the early 12th century B.C.  

Mount Kithairon is the birthplace of the Greek Olympian God, Dionysus...hence the name.

The males that managed to survive the Dionysus ray, had been chosen at the time when they were in their prime. With an average age that ranges from 14yrs-40yrs of age.  

These males were in top physical shape and lived a healthy, active, drug/smoke/alcohol(mostly)free lifestyle.  But, above anything else they were extremely virile(meaning, that they had an above average sperm count).

So, the most common type was the "Exceptional bull breeder".

Afterall, 99.99% of human males were categorized into this group.  These males would then go on to serve as the "stableportion of breeders and go on to father many, many, many children for generations(without their knowledge, ofcourse).  

Their valuable sperm would be frozen in Cryopreservation or "Semen Banking", as it was known.
The extremely cold temperature of (-196F/-126.67ºC) was considered to be the perfect temperature to preserve their invaluable DNA.

But, the Mentulacōleus serum?  

Well, the
Mentulacōleus serum wasn't meant to be used on just any man.  It didn't matter, how much "above average sperm" he was able to produce in a lifetime, either.  

In order for a human male to be injected with this serum, one had to have superior and flawless DNA.  And let's face it, that was next to impossible.

To this day,
only four males from different parts of the world had ever met those qualifications.  

Three adult males and one teenager had been the 0.01%
, since the The Sanctum was stablished in the early 19th century.  And all four males had managed to survive being injected with the potent and deadly serum.

But, would Mark Ewen Brodie become the fifth man?  

If Mark Brody survived, then his priceless sperm vials would be labeled as follows...


 "Exclusive, first-class, predominant, bull breeder
Mark Ewen Brodie 02/09/78"



Mark's invaluable and priceless sperm vials would be kept in all of the 12 Sanctum underground vaults located around the globe.  Each bunker was in a top secret location and all were built under 9000 feet of granite.  

These bunkers not only housed top scientists, but also the invaluable stock of
"Exceptional bull breeder" and "Exclusive, first-class, predominant, bull breeder" sperm.  

All Sanctum bunkers were designed to withstand a 5 megaton Nuclear explosion, up to 4 miles away.  As well as any other types of natural disaster such as earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis and other geologic cataclysm, even the next Ice Age.

Each bunker also held a Cleric from The Holy Temple Of Priapus that looked after the blessed and sacred sperm that was stored within it's walls.

Going back to the Mentulacōleus serum...

The risk of death by injecting the serum into a male subject was extremely high.  Unfortunately, this was the only way to see if the
Mentulacōleus serum would bond with the subject's superior and flawless DNA.  

But, before this test was admitted, a DNA test was done on all male subjects to check for any imperfections, anomalies, deformities, etc.  

If the subject's DNA came back "standard", then nothing would be done.  Theses males would be categorized as
"Exceptional bull breeders".  

But,

If for some faint miracle, the subject's DNA came back
perfect, flawless and pure.  Then a very difficult choice would have to be made.

To leave this human male as he was, a mere mortal.  

And to continue to "milk" his 
invaluable sperm and use it to father "nearly perfect children" for many, many generations to come.  

Or,

To turn this unique male into a living, breathing and breeding machine of a God!

This God would then be virtually invincible, untouchable and invulnerable to any type of illness, disease, even death.  

That's right.

This human male would become, Immortal.  

That's what the 
Mentulacōleus serum does to a man's DNA.  

Once the first 
drop of the serum comes into contact with the subject's blood stream, it starts bonding instantly with the DNA.

And this is where the nail biting moment, begins.  The moment, where one would see a severe and very scary reaction the body has to the serum.

All previous male subjects experienced the same symptons.  The reaction starts with a violent convulsion, followed by strong tremors in the body, then a severe coughing and finally, rapid heart rate exhilaration.

If the subject's DNA was not strong enough to fuse with the Mentulacōleus serum.  Then a severe convulsion and coughing of blood would start.  This meant that the cells in the subject's body were not healthy or powerful enough to sustain the change in DNA.

His body temperature would then rise drastically and to an alarming degree.  The internal heat, would then cook the subject from the inside.  It would then take roughly two minutes for the subject to die an extremely agonizing and painful death due to internal hemorrhaging.

Another reaction would be seen in the subject's brain.  The
Mentulacōleus serum is determined to fuse itself into the deepest and most obscure parts of the brain.  Interfusing and combining itself with every cell, neuron, membrane, etc.

With the modern and advanced technology of today, one can clearly see the reaction the
Mentulacōleus serum has on the brain.  The serum literally lights up the brain, giving it a greenish and phosphorescent colour.

It's amazing, breathtaking and terrifying sight.

But, again if the subject's brain is not mentally strong enough.  Then the
Mentulacōleus serum would liquify the brain.  
There was ofcourse, no way to stop this from happening.  

All you could do was to pray.

Now, let's get back to Mark's fate...

To everyone's surprise
including Dr.Fleischer, Mark's heart rate slowly started to decrease.  Even his convulsion and coughing, suddenly stopped.

A lab assistant standing by the giant 3-D screen, yelled out.

"The subject's heart rate is dropping,...95bpm,...90bpm,...85bpm,...80bpm,...75bpm,...70bpm,...60bpm.

The subject's heart rate is staying at 60bpm.  We're in the clear!"


The underground lab, broke into a roar of applause and cheers.

Dr.Lee smiled, closed his eyes and sighed.

In the excitement of it all, Dr.
Fleischer rubbed Dr.Lee's back.  Dr.Lee, moved away from Dr.Fleischer and gave him a stern look.

Dr.
Fleischer, bowed his head in apology.  

He then read from his tablet and raised his eyebrows as he looked at Mark and his statistics.

"I can't believe he made it.  He made it, dammit!"

Mark's statistics were fine, normal even.  

His medical chart showed that his breathing and heart rate had returned to normal.  It was like nothing had ever happened.  

What's even better, it's that there would be no sign of trauma.  Mental or otherwise.

Dr.Fleischer took a few steps towards Mark and looked at him, while shaking his head.

"How can someone?  Anyone, for that matter stand
2.0ml of Mentulacōleus serumas well as 50% of the Dionysus ray?"

Dr.Lee took a step closer to Mark and gently strocked his badly sunburnt, yet very handsome face.

"Did you ever doubt me?"

Dr.Lee looked at
Dr.Fleischer and then at Mark.

Dr.
Fleischer managed a fake and nervous smile.

"Ofcourse not, Sir.  I was just worried..."

Dr.Lee, snapped his fingers and a tablet was then handed to him.

"This just proves that I made the right choice.  Mark is 
a special and remarkable specimen.  He is the one!  All those years of searching the country, the continent and the entire world.  Who knew that it would be a blue-collar, young man from Boston that would save us."

Dr.Fleischer nodded in agreement and gave the Lab Technician back the tablet.

"Yes, you're right.  All this time Mark Brodie was right under our nose.  Should I give the order for the wire transfer for Dr.Stevens?  He was afterall, the one that stumbled across Mark Brodie and his family."

Dr.Lee nodded.

"Yes, give the green light on the wire transfer.  Dr.Stevens will be taking a very early retirement and sailing away to some undisclosed island.  He'll have $90 billion dollars sent to his offshore bank account."

Dr.Fleischer typed away on his tablet and sent out the email.

Dr.Lee turned to face his assistant.

"As of this moment, 
Dr.Fleischer.  You will be Mark Brodie's family doctor.  His health and well being, will be your responsibility."

Dr.Fleischer smiled and nodded.

Now, both Dr.Lee and
Dr.Fleischer were standing in front of Mark Brodie, who was completely oblivious and continued to snore loudly.

Dr.
Fleischer touched Mark's forehead and it felt quite cool.

"He really is a remarkable specimen.  I mean, his tolerance level to pain is just unbelievable and incomprehensible."

Dr.Lee carefully eyed Mark up and down.

"Yes, that's a very good and valid point.  One that we'll be focusing over the next couple of weeks and months."

Dr. Lee then turned around and pointed to another scientist.

"Now that the
Mentulacōleus serum has bonded with Mark's DNA.  I want a complete breakdown of his new DNA.  I want to know everything, down to the last cell in his body.  This report is to be ready and presented to me by 0900 hrs. Is that clear?"

The Senior Technician simply nodded and went to work on Mark's bloodwork.

Dr.Lee took a look at the clock in the middle of the room.

"Allright, everyone gather around.  Quickly, quickly!..."

All personnel stopped what they were doing and approached Dr.Lee and
Dr.Fleischer.

"The day that we've all been waiting for is finally here.  I expect only the best from you.  Do not fail me, for I will not tolerate any form of incompetence.  You've seen what happens to those that don't follow my instructions."

Everyone in the lab nodded silently.

Dr.Lee once again looked at the large clock and then at his wrist watch.

"Time is of the essence and we need to act fast."

Dr.Lee snapped his fingers and pointed to one of the Lab Technicians.

"
Get the sperm pump and start pumping away."

A Lab Technicican wheeled in a large machine with a million blinking lights.  There was a large penis pump at one end and a clear plastic tube connecting it to a large glass jar at the other end.

The Lab Technician walked up to Dr.Lee.

"The milking machine is ready, Dr.Lee."

Dr.Lee nodded and gave the o.k. for the "milking" to begin.  He then turned to face 
Dr.Fleischer.

"Call the Clerics and tell them to inform the High Priest that the subject is ready.  The High Priest will want to give Mark a blessing and perform the ritual before we proceed."

Dr.Fleischer nodded, picked up the phone and spoke to someone on the other end.

"Inform the High Priest that the subject is ready."

Mark Brodie was carefully being moved to another section of the lab.  Two Lab Technicians took Mark's robe off and left him naked on what appeared to be an ancient sacrificial stone altar.

The sacrificial altar was made of some type of stone that was not from this world.  The altar was adorned with many types of hieroglyph.  Everything from Greek, Egyptian, Mayan, Sumerian, Latin, Persian and even Old Chinese had been carved into the stone.

No one, not the High Priest or even Dr.Lee really knew how old the sacrificial altar was.  The carbon dating on the rock, gave it a rough approximate date of 2900 BC(give or take a few years).

The large elevators doors opened and 12 men dressed in white robes, silently walked out.

Everyone, including Dr.Lee and Dr. Fleischer moved to one side of the room and looked curiously on.  All the scientists in the room bowed their heads in deep respect.  

The High Priest led the Clerics in a single file and walked silently towards Mark.  

Their robes were adorned with priceless and precious stones.  
Their long and silky white robes moved eerily as they walked.  It actually looked like they were walking on air, as they sort of glided through the cement floor.

The Clerics started to sing a hymm in latin as the High Priest led the procession.  These men were the keepers and protectors of the The Holy Temple Of Priapus.

They were special men and with special powers.  Their secret order, went back Centuries and was wrapped in mystery and mysticism.  

These men were also eunuchs.

In order to serve in the Holy Temple Of Priapus, you had to give up everything of your past life.  This meant, everything and everyone that you ever knew.

You would never be able to see, call or write to your family or even friends.  You were closed off, sequestered, trapped in the Holy Temple for an eternity.

It was a small price to pay for Immortality.  

And a few Clerics were blessed with the "gift".  

The gift was different for all Clerics.  

Some had the "vision", where you'd be able to see glimpses into the future.  Others had a sixth sense(clairvoyance, psychokinesis, telepathy, etc).

Their "special power" came from drinking the "Elixir of Life".

The Elixir of Life was a mixture of the sperm from the "
Exclusive, first-class, predominant, bull breeders" and a single drop from the Mentulacōleus serum.  

This was the only source of nourishment for the Clerics and the High Priest.

Nourishment, that came in the form of sperm from the breeding bulls of 
SanctumOne.

The 12 men formed a circle around Mark and started reciting a blessing in latin.




Cum sacrum fieret deo salaci,
Obscure poteram tibi dicere: ‘da mihi, quod tu
des licet assidue, nil tamen inde perit.
da mihi, quod cupies frustra dare forsitan olim,
cum tenet obsessas invida barba genas,
quodque Iovi dederat, qui raptus ab alite sacra
miscet amatori pocula grata suo,
quod virgo prima cupido dat nocte marito,
dum timet alterius vulnus inepta loci.’
simplicius multo est ‘da pedicare’ Latine
dicere: quid faciam? crassa Minerva mea est


Latin prayer "borrowed" from the Temple of Priapus




The High Priest walked up to Dr.Lee and gave him a low bow.

Dr.Lee did the same and handed the High Priest a glass vial containing Mark's sperm.  
The stopper of the glass vial was made out of silver and decorated with many intricate, phallus symbols all around.

"Right from the tap and freshly squeezed."

This was a rare moment.  

Perhaps one that wouldn't be repeated any time, soon.  

It was Dr.Lee's failed attempt at trying to be funny.

No one laughed.  

The High Priest didn't even bat an eyelash.  

But, 
Dr.Fleischer did manage a low chuckle.  

The High Priest turned to face Mark, unscrewed the silver stopper and took a big whiff.

"Ahh, euphoria!  Blessed, be thee!"

As the High Priest continued to smell Mark's baby batter, his eyes seemed to roll in the back of his head.

"The scent is so powerful!  So, incredibly potent!  I can smell, even taste his virility, Dr.Lee!  We must do everything in our power to protect him and his family at all times!  No matter the cost!"

Dr.Lee simply nodded.

"I agree with you completely, my Supreme Pontiff.  
All the necessary and mandatory precautions have been taken and Mark Brodie is and forever will be under 24/7 surveillance."

The High Priest nodded and gave a very pleased smile.

"I am very happy to hear that, Dr.Lee.  
The Board of SanctumOne will be extremely pleased with you and your staff.  I will personally speak to them, about your success and cooperation."

Dr.Lee smiled and bowed his head deep in thanks.

To have the Supreme Pontiff, speak on your behalf to the Board of
SanctumOne is the greatest honour achieved. If he stayed in the Supreme Pontiff good graces, then Dr.Lee would see limitless grants be given to him.  Everything and everyone would be at his disposal.

No one, would dare say no to Dr.Lee.

The High Priest nodded and turned to face Mark once again.

"Then let us begin."


A Cleric stepped forward and presented a golden, jewel encrusted reliquary to the High Priest.  Another Cleric was ready to open the reliquary.  

Inside, there was a 
golden, jeweled encrusted Chalice in the shape of a phallus.

The High Priest bowed toward the chalice, took it in his hands and faced Mark.  

His Clerics then made a circle around Mark and joined hands.  They raised their hands as the High Priest started the prayer.


"Ave Priapus Permagne


Greek God and Protector of male genitalia.

Mighty and Wise

All powerful and living God

Between the legs of man is our power, our life and soul.

Bless, Mark Ewen Brodie's sacred testicles.

Bless his orbs and bring copious amounts of healthy, virile seed of procreation.

Bless us with his sacred and potent sperm.

I believe in you!

In thy presence I feel euphoria.

All Glory and Adoration

Ave Glorious Phallus

Please protect, this most precious man and his offspring.  

Guide him and fill his beautiful Phallus and mighty testicles with ever lasting life and sexual energy.


I believe in you, magnificent Phallus.

Let us drink semen together."


The High Priest then gently poured Mark's thick and creamy seed into the Chalice.

Another Cleric stepped forward and poured a single drop of the 
Mentulacōleus serum into the Chalice.  The High Priest swirled the contents and continued the prayer.


"Hail cock!

God is Cock!

Cock is God!

Worship Cock!


I am not worthy of receiving you."


The High Priest then
kissed Mark's scrotum and kneeled in front of the stone altar.


"Ave Priapus Permagne

Give us, life eternal!

We are One in Spirit!"


Once the High Priest had taken a sip, he passed the Chalice to the other Clerics.  That way, they all could partake in the blessing.


"Blessed be
Priapus Permagne, forever!"

"Blessed by Mark
Ewen Brodie, our new God!"


The Clerics and High Priest responded in unison.
 

Once the Clerics were finished with their blessing, they started painted differnt symbols on Mark's body.  The oil they used smelled sweet, floral even and it also gave off a
phosphorescent yellowish glow.

The Head Priest then took a handfull of oil and lathered it on Mark's large penis and massive testicles.  He then mumbled something inaudible in latin.

Once they were done, the Head Priest walked towards Dr.Lee.  He bowed his head politely and said.

"The new God.  Our life Giver is now, ready."

The High Priest bowed his head towards Mark's direction and walked quietly and silently towards the elevator.  The other Clerics did the same and followed.

Again, all of Dr.Lee's staff bowed their heads as the High Priest and his Clerics made their way to the elevators.  As the large elevators door opened, the High Priest and his Clerics entered and dissapeared inside.

Dr.Lee snapped his finger and pointed towards one of the Lab Technicians.

"Allright, clean him up and start pumping again."

The Lab Technician nodded and went to work.  

Dr.Lee and Dr.Fleischer walked towards Mark.  They were speechless and in awe as they stared at the perfect and naked male whose life was about to change, forever.  

Gone was the human, Mark.  

Now, an immortal God lay peacefully on a table.  

A God that would never to feel pain, get sick or even grow old.

Things were indeed going to change for Mark.  Wether he liked it or not.

Dr.
Fleischer couldn't resist making an inappropriate comment.

"I just have to be blunt Dr.Lee.  But, I've never seen a penis that size, before.  I mean, jeez that's some dick and  massive balls!"

Dr.Lee smiled.

"You're right,
Dr.Fleischer.  Mark is unique in many aspects.  And I bet anything that Mark's penis has always being the source of his pride.  But, it's his testicles that we're interested in.  They're practically the same size as tennis balls and I'm hoping to get a vast amount of sperm from them on a weekly basis."

Mark's clothes were neatly arranged on a table.  Every piece of clothing, every item that Mark had been carrying, from his truck keys to his cell phone had been carefully documented and photographed.  All items were to be put back exactly as it had been found on his person.

Dr.
Fleischer, never to miss on observation caught a hold of something odd that was displayed on the table.

"Is that?  Is that a jock strap?"

Dr.Lee turned around and grinned.

"Well, what do you expect?  My sources tell me that Mark has been wearing a jockstrap ever since he turned 12, when puberty kicked in.  This God needs plenty of support, afterall."

The jockstrap at one time had been white.  But, now it was more yellowish in colour.  It was Mark's favourite and most durable jock to date.  He'd had this particular jock since his college days and it had seen alot of combat.

Once Mark Brodie had been all cleaned up, a Lab Technician carefully connected a plastic milking tube to Mark's penis.  He then looked at Dr. Lee.

Dr.Lee, simply nodded and gave the ok, to flip the switch.

The milking machine lit up like a Christmas tree.  It made a buzzing sound and started doing it's valuable work.  In less than three minutes, Dr.Lee's "milking machine" had obtained 10 mL of very thick, creamy and healthy God sperm.

Once the "milking" was done, the glass jar was carefully given to Dr.Lee.

Dr.Lee smiled as he held Mark Ewen Brodie's valuable and superior baby batter in his hands.

"Years of searching all over the world for the right candidate.  It has finally paid off!"

Dr.Lee's assistant looked just as pleased as his boss.

"You've truly made the right choice, Sir.  The average ejaculate for a healthy human male is between 2.0 to 5.0 mL, yet Mark has given us 10 mL."

Dr.Lee silently nodded and vary carefully gave the glass jar to the Senior Lab Technician.

"Have Mark's sperm mixed with cryoprotectant.  I want those vials frozen right away and immediately distributed to all 
Sanctum bunkers."

The Senior Lab Technician took the glass jar, nodded and walked away.

"Right away, Dr.Lee."

Dr.Lee then pointed to another Lab Technician.

"Prepare our new God for another milking session.  Let's see how much sperm we can pump from our milking bull, tonight."

In only half-an-hour, Dr.Lee and his team had succesfully collected ten batches of perfect, flawless Brodie DNA.

Dr.Fleischer took out his electronic pad and started typing away.

"So, in our collection we now have 5
human males with perfect, God-like DNA.  All from different social backgrounds, upbringings, religions, etc.  We got Iceland, Scotland, the Czech Republic, New Zealand and now the U.S.A."

Dr.Lee nodded, while looking at the clock in the wall.

"Astonishing, isn't?  Each one of them from different continents.  If we didn't have the data and proof to back this up, I wouldn't believe it, myself."

Dr.Fleischer nodded.

"Yes, you're right.  And once we get Mark's new DNA mapped out, we can start the next step in our project."

Dr.Lee nodded his head in agreement with his Assistant's last comment.  

But, just like Cinderella, Mark's clock was counting down and he needed to get back to his family.  The clock on the wall read, 2:00 a.m.

"Allright, everyone listen up!  It's 2:00 a.m.  I want this man on the road in half and hour.  So, let's get him cleaned up, dressed and on his merry way to his devoted wife and kids."

Everyone in the lab stopped what they were doing and immediately started cleaning up.  A group of people started to dress Mark in a hurry, while another group were taking his final readings.

Dr.Lee and
Dr.Fleischer approached Mark once he was fully dressed in his work clothes.  Mark looked quite peaceful and had been oblivious this whole time.  The guy was still heavily snoring!

"We'll see you soon, Mark Brodie.  Goodluck, with your new life."

Dr.Lee, gently stroked Mark's cheek and nodded to a man wearing a Hazmat suit.

"Allright, take him up and be gentle."

Mark was then carefully wheeled out of the underground lab, as everyone looked on.

Once upstairs, Mark was carefully seated on the same barstool he sat when he came into the bar.  The cute waitress and bartender were still there to reprise their roles once again.

It was now 2:30 a.m.

The waitress was standing by the entrance door and holding it open.

"You ready?"  The bartender asked the young waitress.

She nodded and gave him the thumbs up.

"Allright, here we go."

The bartender then took out a brown bottle out of his left pocket and unscrewed it.

"Ready in, 5...4...3...2...1"

The bartender shoved the bottle under Mark's nose, and then quickly put it under the counter.

Mark slowly came to.  He yawned, opened his eyes for a split second and went back to sleep.

"Buddy!  Hey buddy!  We're closing the bar.  You gotta hit the road, man."

Mark sat up in an instant.  

He rubbed his eyes and looked around the bar all disoriented.

"Wha?  Where the fuck,...?"

Mark kept rubbing his eyes and then looked at his wrist watch.  The cute waitress was standing by the front door,  looking pissed.

"Holy shit!  I fell asleep here?"

The bartender nodded his head while pretending to be counting the cash in the till.

"Yeah, man.  You fell asleep as soon as you took a sip out of your beer.  Look at it, you didn't even touch it."

The bartender lifted the beer bottle(obviously, a different one since the original held the 
Ambrosia cocktail.)

The bartender took the beer bottle away and put it in the sink behind him.

"Yeah, buddy.  I've bet that you've had a bitch of a day.  No offense, but you look like shit.  That's why, we didn't want to wake you.  But, now we gotta close the bar and get to our families."

Mark nodded and tried to stand, but his legs felt wobbly.

"Yeah, I hear you man.  I'm very sorry for staying so late.  It's not like me, really."

The bartender was now putting the cash in an envelope.  He then grabbed his leather jacket from underneath the counter and put the envelope in one of the pockets.

"Hey, no worries man.  You're welcome in this joint, anytime.  Besides, it's always good to see a new face."

Mark smiled and nodded his aching head in appreciation.  He then took out his wallet and pulled out, two crispy twenty dollar bills.

"For your troubles..."

He put the bills on the counter and made his way to the front door.  The bartender gave him a warm smile and raised his right hand to wave, goodbye.

Mark nodded to the pretty waitress that was patiently holding the door open for him.

"G'night." Mark muttered, as he walked past.

She simply nodded and said.  "Safe drive."

Mark slowly walked across the gravel parking lot and towards his company truck.  But, the heat and humidity hit him like a ton of bricks.  

"Holy shit!  Fucking heat is worse than it was earlier."

Once Mark got on his truck, he cranked up the A/C and turned on the radio.  As he pulling away, he saw that "Open" sign that hung from the front window of the bar was turned off.

"Not a bad place, afterall.  I think, I'll come again." and he drove away.



Mark was pulling up to his home and driveway by 3:00 a.m.  The front porch light had been left on for him.  

"Thanks, honey." Mark said as he thought of his thoughtful wife.  He turned off the ignition and sat on the truck as he looked at his
Georgian Colonial, two storey home.

Mark was feeling happy.

Better than happy, actually.

Fucking ecstatic, was more like it.  

Afterall, he had a beautiful, loving and caring wife.  

Taylor is a woman he's madly in love with and he'd do anything for her.  She's also a devoted mother to his two handsome twin boys.

Life is good.

On monday, he'll be District Team Leader.  

That cushy position included a nice raise, a kick-ass monthly bonus and a huge, fucking-A, end-of the-year bonus.

The only downside to all of this was that he's be dealing on a daily basis with his boss.  

His boss, ofcourse is also his father-in-law, The General.

"Oh, well.  Can't win them all..."

Mark got out of the truck and started walking towards the front porch.  And as he walked through the front door, faithful Roan was there wagging his tail and waiting for him.

"Hey Roan!  How are you, buddy?  You're still up and waiting for me?"

Roan was extremely happy and very excited to see his Master.

"Don't make any noise, okay?  Otherwise, you and I will be sleeping on the front porch for the rest of the week."

The Brodie's Cocker Spaniel turned his head sideways.  He seemed to understand his Masters instructions.  He then followed Mark into the kitchen, while happily wagging his tail.

The kitchen's light had been left on.  There was also a note on the marble counter.

"Hello, my love.  I made you a plate.  Dinner is in the microwave.  See you in the morning.  Hugs & Kisses, T."

Mark smiled again.

"I'm one lucky man."

But, as Mark stood under the lights in the kitchen, he started to get dizzy.  His head started throbbing and his vision started to get cloudy.  He grabbed the nearest kitchen stool and quickly sat down.

"Fuck!  My head..."

Roan was looking up to his Master, sensing something was wrong.

Mark felt 
nauseous and his head, felt like it was going to explode.  He looked down at the note, but didn't feel hungry at all.

Mark was feeling another type of hunger.

He raised his head and his pupils were heavily dilated.  Mark looked around the room, but it was like he wasn't there at all.  It was like he was in some sort of a trance.  

His body was there physically, but he was gone mentally.  His honey-like, hazel eyes then started to give a faint glow.

Roan, who had been curiously watching Mark the whole time knew something was wrong.   The dog cowered away from him and started to growl.

As Mark stood up, Roan darted out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Mark's eyes, which were now glowing fiercely looked towards the stairs.  He then turned off all the lights in the kitchen and started making his way, slowly up the stairs.

As he reached the second floor, he stopped at the top of the stairs.  Roan was sitting at the entrance to the nursery.  

Mark's eyes stayed on the dog.  He started walking slowly, almost in slow motion towards the bedrooms.  Roan, stood his ground and gave a low growl, meant as a warning.

Mark kept getting closer and closer to the nursery.  

Roan by now, was extremely agitated.  The dog backed further into the nursery room and stood in attack position between the two cribs.  He was growling louder and showing his white and very sharp teeth.

Mark stood silently in doorway of the nursery looking in.  He recognized the dog and sensed what the dog was trying to do, protect.

Sleeping quietly and looking so peaceful, were Ewen Nathan Brodie and his twin brother, Michael Taylor.

Mark could feel and sense that dog was scared shitless.  It was growling, but didn't budge or cowered away.  

Good dog.  

Mark then heard a light snore, coming from the other room at the end of the hallway.  

His body was now giving a strange
phosphorescent, yellowish glow.  This eerie and unnatural glow was now illuminating the entire hallway of the second floor.

Mark felt an urge pulling him towards the Master bedroom.  

He walked towards the Master bedroom
and slowly pushed the door open.  He stood in the doorway and looked in.

There on the bed, lay his wife.  

The mother of his boys and future children.

Mark's urge was strong, now.  

This urge was beyond primal.

It was fucking animalistic.

It was fucking feral in nature.

He simply had the urge to fuck and breed!

Roan was still growling and looking at him from the other end of the hallway.  The faithful pooch stood underneath the doorway to the nursery.

Roan whined and watched hopelessly, as a grinning Mark entered the Master bedroom.  Mark turned around and kept his glowing eyes on him.

He gave the dog a grin and shushed him with a forefinger to the lips.

"Shhh!"


Mark then quietly and very gently closed the bedroom door behind him.



To be continued!