Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2023 00:48:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, ch. 45

Hi Guys, slower pace on the writing, but as you can see I have not been a
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Chapter 45: "Connect the Dots"

TJ looked up as Derrick sauntered into his office; his soon-to-be-former
Psychology Director had an expression on his face that was cocky even for
him.

"What's up?"  He was mildly annoyed to be interrupted but Derrick had
proved his worth shepherding the CUY project, and he had left his door
open.  Plus dealing with Finance was always a pain in the ass; a little
break would be welcome.

"Boss, I have a parting gift for you," he said, sprawling into one of TJ's
chairs.  His blue eyes glittered with excitement.

"One of your boy toys?  The campus cop?"  TJ raised his eyebrows.  He'd
kept away from the throuple (if that's what they were) despite Derrick's
assurances that he could keep things anonymous if he wanted: business and
pleasure and all that.

"Nope."  Derrick grabbed one Ollo glass paperweights and began idly tossing
it with one hand, his well-muscled forearm rippling with the movement.
"But he's part of it in a way."  He kept up the paperweight play for a few
more tosses, letting the tension build.  God save me from alpha tops, TJ
thought to himself.  But two could play at that game; he turned back to his
laptop and resumed scrubbing his Q2 budget numbers.

When Derrick saw he wasn't going to crack he gave up.  Leaning back in the
chair he put his feet up on the edge of TJ's desk and resumed tossing the
glass ball over his head.  Before the VP could chew him out he opened his
mouth.  "I.  Have just.  Solved.  Our little.  Loose end."  He caught the
ball and looked at TJ with a Cheshire cat grin.

"And which one is that?" TJ asked mildly.  Surely not...

Derrick paused and cocked an eyebrow, a touch of scorn on his Slavic
features.  "Really?  Which one?"

"You're shitting me.  Our inventory control problem?"  TJ couldn't hide his
interest.  They'd pretty well swept the problem of the missing topical
medication under the rug, and the FDA had lost interest once it was
apparent that there wasn't much of a clinical effect and Ollo wasn't going
to pursue it.  No need to review inventory controls at that point.  But it
still hung over them, a loose thread that could unravel a lot of careers.

"Yep, that very one.  And it gets better."  Derrick sat up and leaned in,
the excitement plain on his face.  "You're gonna want to get Jamie in here,
because the Neurochem folks are going to want to follow up on this."

TJ cocked his head.  "Really?  The trials didn't show much of anything, you
know that."

"Yeah well, this wasn't exactly a controlled study."  Derrick was
practically quivering now that he had TJ's attention.

"Close the door and tell me about it," TJ said.

"Oh yeah," Derrick said, getting up and doing just that.  "You are not
gonna fucking believe this."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Derrick studied his housemate, considering what to do.  They were both
naked and hard, but Dave was ragged.  Derrick had made him load the heavy
bar up with a couple of plates and tied his wrists to it before sitting him
down on a weight chair.  There was a butt plug on the chair of course, a
fat one, and by the time the blond Viking had worked the slick cone into
his chute he was half hard.  His 8" cock had stiffened up the rest of the
way when Derrick cuffed his ankles to the base of the Smith rack, leaving
his thighs spread wide for whatever the dom wanted to do to him.  Which
would be a never-ending surprise thanks to the padded blindfold Derrick had
put on.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me sir?" the burly ex-football jock asked,
licking his lips.

"Whatever I want boy, you know that," Derrick replied, snapping the collar
onto his thick neck.

Dave swallowed.  "Yes sir," he said quietly.  His voice had been properly
subdued, but the gleam of moisture on his piss slit betrayed his eagerness.

"Open," Derrick commanded softly, unzipping his fly and laying his semi on
the blond sub's tongue.  "Suck."  Dave had responded enthusiastically, his
skilled mouth quickly bringing the grad student to full mast.  "Good boy."
When Dave began bobbing up and down Derrick tapped his Apple watch to get
the butt plug buzzing at a low level.  This had been a commercial purchase,
not one of the fancy numbers from the Ollo labs, but it had enough settings
to do the trick.  And the fancy AI on some of the prototypes could get
squirrely during these edging sessions: it wasn't fair to his boys if they
came from overstimulation.  The whole point was to make them control
themselves after all.

He'd progressed from there, taking his time with various toys and tools as
the afternoon went on and the sunlight moved across the massive jock's
bedroom.  Dave's frame was glistening with sweat by now, along with his his
lubed cock--deep red and dribbling helplessly.

"Please sir, please let me suck you off."  There'd been a satisfying note
of exhaustion in the football jock's voice, wrung out from nearly two hours
of stimulation and near-orgasms.  He knew--he and John both knew--that
Derrick would come before them; begging for a chance to get him off was the
signal that they thought they couldn't take much more.

So Derrick had run a hand over his buzzed scalp and crossed his arms,
looking down and considering.  His own dick was starting to ache and his
balls felt heavy; he was ready to bust a nut himself.  On the other hand
Dave was going to graduate in a couple of weeks--campus was already
starting to empty out as the underclassmen finished their finals--and he
wasn't going to have too many more opportunities like this once they both
moved away.  Sure, he'd drop in on his conquest from time to time, but he'd
already made arrangements to pass him on to a suitable master (assuming
Dave agreed, but Derrick was sure that after a night with Kelvin he'd be
begging to serve the burly mechanic).  And Portland wasn't that close to
Ollo's San Diego offices; Derrick could already see this chapter of their
lives drawing to a close.

So...what to do with the time left?...

"Sir, let me serve your cock."  Dave swallowed.  "I'm so thirsty...let me
swallow your load."  He'd leaned his head forward, taking a guess at where
Derrick was standing.

It was the expression on his face that had done it; Derrick could never
resist a good slutty grovel.  And honestly...he wouldn't mind a mouthful of
cum himself.  Dave's massive cock wasn't just for toying with after all.

"All right boy," Derrick had announced.  "Show me."  He pressed his crotch
into the jock's face, and sighed at the feel of Dave's warm tongue back on
his nuts.  The blond huffed in his scent eagerly, massive arms straining as
he leaned into Derrick's trimmed pubes.  "That's it, good boy," he purred.
He cupped the massive jock's sweaty head and pulled him in closer.  "Suck
those nuts...."

"Yes sir!" Dave breathed enthusiastically, and began slobbering on the
smooth skin in earnest; Derrick felt his sack tightening up from the
stimulation.

"You like that taste?"

"Fuck yeah sir!" Dave was panting with excitement.  "Almost as much as your
cock."  He ran his tongue up Derrick's shaft, following the trail of fresh
precum until he reached the clipped head.  "Please sir," he whispered
hoarsely.  He licked his lips, then flicked Derrick's frenulum with his
tongue tip.  "Let me taste your cum."

Derrick grabbed himself by the root and swabbed his head over Dave's
cheeks, shivering from the feel of the blond's stubble against his glans.
Another dollop of pre oozed out, leaving a wet trail across one cheek.
"You're hungry for it aren't you?"

"Yeeees," Dave whined, "choke me with it."

That was it; Derrick's balls were aching and there was only one solution.
"Take it," he ordered, and shoved all the way in.  He wasn't nearly as big
as Dave, but at slightly over 6" he might've taken a less-experienced cock
sucker by surprise.  Dave's well-trained throat was another matter however:
he swallowed the entire length with ease, welcoming the piece of meat
lodged deep against his tonsils.  Muffled gurgling noises came from his
stuffed face as Derrick began face-fucking the big jock.  "Fuck you've got
a nice mouth boy," Derrick muttered.  Dave hummed in appreciation and
tilted his head one way and the next so his tongue could reach as much of
Derrick's flesh as possible.  "Yeah...."  Derrick could feel his balls
tightening up.  Tangling his hand in Dave's thick blond hair to maintain
his grip, he freed his left hand to pinch the nearest nipple.  A familiar
twang of pleasure shot through him and he groaned, Dave matching his sounds
a few seconds later from the taste of fresh precum the stimulation had
produced.  He was getting pretty close...

"Lick my balls some more," he commanded, dragging Dave's face into
position.

"They're so full sir," Dave sighed.  Derrick's skin pebbled as warm lips
and tongue bathed his smooth skin, and his scrote pulled up tight.  His
nuts weren't going to be full much longer, that was for sure.

"Suck 'em," he panted, "gonna paint your fuckin' face."

"Yesss," Dave sighed.  His breath was warm, but the puff of air on
Derrick's wet sack was intensely erotic.

Fuck it, Derrick thought, enough's enough.  He switched hands, the left one
grabbing Dave's hair while his right began furiously stroking his
spit-coated shaft.  One, two, three, four, and--"Take my load!" he gasped,
the cum already boiling up.  His first shot was massive: only half of it
ended up on Dave's cheek and ear while the rest shot past him to dribble
down his broad back.  Derrick was too caught up in his orgasm to care
though, especially when Dave's lips wrapped around his glans to capture the
rest of his load.  Derrick groaned again, tangled his cum-coated fingers in
the football jock's hair, and slammed in.  Jet #2 painted the jock's lips
and tongue, but the rest of it went straight down his gullet.
"Unhh...swallow it all...unh!"  He forced himself to back off briefly when
he sensed Dave starting to choke, but a quick break was all it took before
the bound stud was diving back into his crotch and finishing his meal.
"Good boy," Derrick crooned as he came back to earth, "such a good cock
sucker."

"Thank you sir."  Dave's voice was muffled by the meat in his mouth, but
his words were clear enough.  "I love your cock."

"More than pussy?" Derrick teased.  But he was actually mildly curious.
All indications were that the housemates they'd dosed were well and truly
into dick, but it never hurt to interview the test subjects directly.

"Yes sir, always."  No hesitation.

Derrick pulled out of his mouth, then knelt in the floor in front of the
big blond.  "You don't even think about it?  A nice pair of tits to suck
on?"  He emphasized his question by grabbing a stiff nub in each hand and
pinching.

Dave sucked in his breath and squirmed.  "Only your cock sir," he panted.
His dick dribbled as it flexed.

Derrick might've just come, but it was still surprisingly hot to hear how
completely the former straight boy had gotten into him.  "Even if you had a
some right in front of you?  A wet pussy waiting for you?"  His index
finger followed big Dave's trail of fluid from piss slit down the underside
of his shaft; a fresh drop following his touch.

"Only if you were fucking me," Dave replied in a strained voice.

"You would then huh?"  Derrick gripped the base of Dave's massive shaft
with his left hand.  His wet finger traced a slow line around the deep red
ridge of the glans.

"Aaahh...."  Dave squirmed under his touch.  "I'd rather be sucking cock
while you did...ooohhhhgggguuhhnnn..."  Derrick had increased the pressure
and added a little vertical motion as his fingertip swirled over the
swollen tissue.

"John's?" he teased.  Feeling Dave's dick pulse in his hand while he
squirmed helplessly was always a turn-on; he'd be ready for another round
soon enough.

"Anyone's...uhhhh...anyone you told me to."  Derrick wrapped his fingers
around the top of the shaft completely, then gave him a good squeeze with
both hands.  "Oh God, pleaaase sir...please let me come!"

Derrick could smell the fresh sweat on the desperate senior and see
droplets of it running down his side.  Releasing Dave's cock he ran his
fingertips up either side of the hulking blond's ribcage.  "Are you sure?"
he asked.

"Oh God, yes!  PLEASE SIR!"  He swallowed, breathing harder as Derrick's
touch moved up and down.  "I can't take it much more!  Let me show you how
hot you get me!"

Derrick had to give his housemate credit: he knew it was a blatant appeal
to Derrick's ego...but also that it'd probably work.  And he'd been edging
Dave for over an hour now; the sub had paid his dues.  "You are pretty
desperate aren't you?" he murmured, wrapping his right hand back around the
massive shaft at the base.  When he squeezed Dave whined and thrust his
hips, desperately trying to use the butt plug to get himself off; the
liquid leaking from his circumcised head was cloudy now.

"Oh ffff...."  Dave huffed and bit his lower lip when Derrick groped him,
and his head fell back.  He spread his knees as far apart as he could, and
his body was trembling.  "Uhhhhhnnnngooood...so fucking good...."  His head
rolled from side to side as he ground onto the ``dildo.

Derrick pinched the nipple under the Gemini tattoo, then twisted it in time
with his right hand's slow glide up Dave's shaft.  Dave's massive frame
jerked helplessly as his nerves were stimulated to the breaking point, and
his whole body was flushed and moist with fresh sweat.  "Aaaahhnnnplease!
Please sir!  Pleaaaaase--GUH!"  Derrick's palm had reached his head and
begun polishing it in slow motion.  The combination of weightlifting
calluses and slick precum would be torture to Dave's hypersensitive dick.
Add in the stimulation from the butt plug buzzing away, and--"GOD! OH FUCK
GOD I'M GONNA AAAAAH!"  The last was practically a howl as the bound jock
erupted, three days of pent-up cum exploding from his balls in a flood.
Derrick's palm was instantly sloppy, and he used the copious amount of
semen to lube up the shaft as he continued vigorously polishing the knob.
Dave bucked, hard enough to make the chair creak, and his next shot hit
Derrick dead in the center of his chest.  The smell of fresh spunk was too
much to resist, and Derrick made sure his lips were wrapped around the
erupting beast for the next one.  Dave wailed as the combination of suction
and slick pumping milked him dry, and Derrick growled in satisfaction as
fresh cream filled his mouth.  He really was going to miss this, he
thought, swallowing.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Is this story going anywhere," TJ interrupted, "or are you just trying to
give me a case of blue balls?"

"Don't let me stop you from rubbing one out," Derrick said with a
smirk--the local Ollo office had more...relaxed rules on employee
relationships, and they'd taken advantage on a couple of occasions.  "I'm
getting there."

"Well that's two of us," TJ grunted, making a swirling hurry-up gesture
with two fingers.

"Yeah yeah," Derrick said.  "Anyway...."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Derrick sat back and wiped his lips with a satisfied sigh.  "Good load,
boy."  He pulled the blindfold off the sweaty jock and gave him a deep
kiss, letting him taste his own cum.

"Thank you sir," Dave replied when Derrick pulled back.  He sounded as
drained as his balls.

A faint noise from the doorway made Derrick realize they weren't alone.
Standing in the opening was Officer John McKenna, campus cop, cum whore,
and the third member of their little menage.  He was dressed in his summer
bike cop outfit, which showed off his muscular frame nicely--especially the
navy blue shorts hugging his ass and thighs.  He'd taken his helmet off and
his thick black hair shone wetly in the late afternoon light.  He looked
uncharacteristically uncertain though--normally by now he would've been on
his knees next to Derrick licking Dave clean.  Or begging to be next.

Derrick narrowed his eyes, curious.  The young cop should've been getting
naked now without asking; spending a day with one of Ollo's plugs up his
ass, coated in the latest lube, should've left him a horny mess desperate
for a good dicking.  Instead...he barely looked hard.

"What are you standing there for boy?" he demanded.  "Don't you want to
come?  That's what you told me this morning."

"Yes sir," John clutched his helmet and ducked his head, suddenly looking
younger than his 24 years.  "I did.  I do.  It's just that..."

Derrick stood up and walked to the door.  "What?"

"I...came already sir."

Derrick surprise gave way to a sudden sense of worry: their training had
been going so well he'd been sure that he and James's psychopharmacology
team had nailed it.  Nudged by a regular dose of psychoactive compounds,
under Derrick's tutelage the two men had embraced their roles as submissive
cock hounds.  They were as hungry for dick as any porn star, and eager for
whatever scenario Derrick cooked up (or suggested themselves).  Cum control
was a big part of it; if John had slipped the leash it had worrying
implications for their experiment.  Not to mention the longer-term
prospects for their program, and Derrick's career hopes.  He needed to sort
this out.

"Against my orders.  That you agreed to."  Derrick certainly wasn't going
to threaten the guy, but a little looming didn't hurt: in addition to being
worried he was also ticked off that his planned fun time had been derailed.

"I know," John nodded unhappily, "I know sir.  I don't know what came over
me.  My cock belongs to you--I don't know what happened."  He dropped to
his knees, looking genuinely distressed.  "Please let me make it up to
you."

Odd, Derrick thought.  He'd gotten the cop plenty riled up before without
him losing control; just last week the guy had nearly come in his pants at
the Dog & Duck when Derrick had felt him up, but he'd held on until they
got back to the house.  And he looked...confused too.  Like he really
didn't understand what'd happened.  Derrick decided he needed to get to the
bottom of this; never mind the sight of those puppy dog eyes inches from
his cum-slick dick.  Well, maybe "hot cop on knees begging for dick" did
have something to do with his decision....  "Open," he said.  John obeyed
instantly and Derrick slapped his unit onto the stud's tongue.  It didn't
take long to get good and hard again: the rest of Dave's load was still
fresh, and John had taken to cock sucking like a fish to water the last
several months.  He was really going all out too: max suction, and some
next-level tongue action around Derrick's most sensitive areas.  Normally
he would've voiced some appreciation for the blowie, but he was still
irritated that John had gone off-script, so instead he just grunted and
began skull-fucking the thirsty slut.  Just to see how he'd take it.

There was some choking and a lot of drool, but the cop didn't make a squeak
of protest even though Derrick knew he was pushing his limits.  John
might've been a sub but he knew he could pump the brakes if he needed to,
and this time he was just taking it.  He really must feel guilty....
Derrick continued for another couple of minutes to make his point but he'd
shot once already; his dick could wait a bit while he got to the bottom of
this.  "Get up and strip," he commanded.  While John hurried to obey
Derrick strode over to his other boy toy, removed his blindfold, and
unclipped his wrist and ankle cuffs.  "Good boy," he murmured in Dave's
ear, "very good boy."

"Thank you sir," Dave responded, "thank you for feeding me."  He licked his
lips, closing his eyes briefly as he enjoyed the flavor.

"You earned your reward," Derrick replied sincerely, and slid his tongue
into the senior's mouth to give him another brief taste of his own juices.
"Now go take a quick shower.  If you're good you'll earn another reward."

"Yes sir!" Dave replied enthusiastically, "Right away sir!"  He sketched a
quick salute and shot Derrick a knowing look before he jaunted down the
hall to the upstairs bathroom, his semi-erect shaft bouncing along the way.

"You though..." Derrick turned to the dark-haired cop standing shame-faced
in the middle of the bedroom.  His dick hung flaccid from his
neatly-trimmed crotch, and his posture was one of a dog caught as it pulled
the dinner roast off the table.  "On the rack."  Derrick jerked his thumb
at Dave's Smith rack in the back of the room, where it did double-duty as a
bondage setup.

"Yes sir," John said softly.  He stood quietly in the approved position as
Derrick attached the wrist and ankle cuffs, leaving him spread-eagled and
helpless.  As Derrick clipped the final ankle strap into place he stopped
to admire the cop's tight ass: he'd been looking forward to burying his
dick in it all day.  He liked it kept trim and tidy, and both boys had
eagerly complied with his wishes; today he had an unobstructed view of the
pink pucker that he'd been thinking about.  At the moment it was anything
but erotic though: he felt his stomach clench instead.

"Where.  Is. Your.  Plug?" he got out through gritted teeth.  It wasn't
exactly forbidden to take one of the R&D toys offsite, but there was a lot
of intellectual property in the little gizmos and Ollo expected the users
to demonstrate good judgment.  Especially if they were a senior manager who
should've known better.  He could probably deal with the fallout--they'd
brick the thing if they needed to--but it wasn't a good look to say the
least.  Fuck.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry," John actually hung his head at this.
"Things just got really crazy and I...well, I forgot about it AH!"  Derrick
had picked up one of his more recent purchases--a flexible paddle--and
administered a smart crack to the cop's left ass cheek, leaving a faint
pink outline.  "I know, I know sir!  I'm very bad--AH!"  That'd been the
right ass cheek.  John had actually been the one to pick out the paddle as
part of a "dirty cop goes to prison" scenario they'd had fun with a few
weeks ago, and Derrick had quickly gotten the hang of administering a sharp
sting that'd led to some very enthusiastic fucking.  This time it hadn't
been planned out, but Derrick thought it fit the circumstances.  That, and
he was annoyed and worried enough that he was in the mood to take out his
frustrations a little.  More important though, he needed to understand what
had suddenly changed.

He walked around the rack to stand in front of the bound cop.  "That's
right, you are very bad.  Do you think you should be punished for your
sloppy behavior?  For the way you lost my gift to you?"  He pinched one
nipple until John moaned.

"Yes sir," he nodded, "whatever you want.  I'll do anything to make it up
to you."  His eyes were wide with sincere emotion.  "Anything."  The way
his voice caught on the last word caused a stirring in Derrick's groin.

"Will you tell me what happened?  How you fucked up?" Derrick demanded.  He
grabbed the other nipple and pinched it in tandem with the first.

John whimpered; his nipples had always been extra-sensitive and Derrick
took advantage regularly.  "Yes," he whined, "whatever you want to know."

"Tell me.  Everything."  So John began.

"I was doing my final rounds for night shift...it must've been almost 7:00
because I'd already called in and told the morning shift I was knocking off
in 30.  I was gonna go home and nap, then come over when you told me.  I
was so horny for your cock sir, you have to believe me!  I'd been dripping
all night, especially when the--you know, the toy, was turned on.  My
briefs were all wet....  Anyway, all I had left to do was finish the last
sweep of the athletic teams' lockers and weight room and then I'd be done.
You can't even get into the building that early on a Saturday without a
key, so I figured it'd be 15 minutes and done.  But...

"The first thing that was kinda weird was that the locker room
seemed...used.  There was nothing out or anything, but the floor was wet in
spots and it smelled warm and steamy, like someone had just used the
showers.  And it smelled like guys of course, but it went right to my dick
somehow.  I mean, you know I love cock sir, but I'm not always thinking
about it.  Unless you're there.  But this time I caught one whiff and all I
could think of was all those jock dicks hanging out and I was hard,
instantly.  I couldn't wait to get here and start sucking your cock...all I
could think about was how you'd taste and feel in my mouth...."

"Go on," Derrick commanded.  The cop's nips were like two erasers in his
fingertips, and he could see the bound sub beginning to swell.  He shook
his head and continued.

"Yes sir.  Well I was in a hurry to finish after that.  All I had to do was
key in at the final checkpoint near the weight room and I could head home.
So I hoofed it over there--I didn't give a shit about the rest of the
athletic floor anymore--thinking maybe I'd come over here early, y'know?
But just as I was coming around the corner I heard a muffled noise from up
ahead: sounded like a guy had hit his head or stubbed his toe or something
and was trying to muffle the sound.  Like I said, no one was supposed to be
there early like that--or at least no one's ever been there since I've
started on the force.  So I'm thinking 'Fuck, there's a break-in or
something.'  I get my radio out and poke my head around the corner, ready
to call it in, and I'm instantly busted.  There's this guy there, probably
20 or so, definitely a student, hair wet and slicked back and wearing just
a towel, and he's got the door to the weight room part open, obviously
about to go in.  But to do that he has to turn a bit, so he's staring right
at me when I sneak my peek.

"So obviously we're both busted, but also definitely him a bit more.  'Cuz
he's clearly not a burglar or murderer or anything, so I can relax, but
also he's not really supposed to be here after hours without a really good
excuse.  So I straighten up and put my radio away and start walking towards
him, ready to give him some shit, depending on what he and his buddies are
up to.  I'm hoping it's nothing I have to write up, because I'm still
really horny and I just want to get out of there and ride your cock, but
I've gotta follow through at this point, you know?  'What's going on?' I
ask him.

"'Not much officer, I promise.  Me and some of the guys, we just wanted to
get an extra workout in before the game tonight.'  He's walking towards me
as he says this, which normally might be a problem, but he's just a student
and his body language is relaxed and he's not hiding a weapon under that
towel--although the way the towel is draped he's obviously got a python
under there.  He must be at least puffing up a little from the way it's
pushed out...although I see that it's reaching pretty far down his thigh,
so he's packing some serious meat under there.

"By the time I pull my eyes back up to his face he's only a few steps away.
He throws me this cocky look and I know I'm busted.  I can tell my face is
turning red but I can't stop myself.  It doesn't help that I realize he's
seriously hot: a big Roman nose in the middle of a movie star face with a
hint of sexy stubble, thick black hair, and a chiseled Italian jock bod
with nice chest hair over his pecs with a tight treasure trail that leads
down...to a tiny little tuft of pubes peeking over that white towel...."

John's eyes fluttered in recollection, and his dick twitched as it rose up.
Derrick felt a twinge of jealousy, but also...something about it was
erotic.  Like he was watching the security officer playing with himself,
thinking he was all alone.  Derrick felt himself thicken.  "Keep going," he
commanded.

"Yes sir.  I'm just saying...I'm not making excuses, but he was definitely
hot."  Derrick cleared his throat.  "Anyway, I was hanging on okay--your
toy wasn't driving me crazy or anything right then--but then he stepped
real close and I caught a whiff.  He'd just showered, but it was that smell
from the locker room, the one that made me think of cock, and how it tastes
and feels in my mouth, and I just froze.  I could feel myself leaking--I'd
instantly gotten just that hard.  And he saw it too: I saw him look down
and smirk.  'Nothing wrong with that is there, officer?' he asked, all
cool.  'I mean, it's the regional finals this weekend and me and the guys
just wanted to get some team bonding in before the double-header today.
You know, work up a good sweat together...'  He was so close I could feel
the heat off his body, and that jock scent was all around me.  Part of me
knew I should back off, but the rest of me just wanted to know what he
tasted like.  I might've gotten out of there, but then he leaned into me
and whispered in my ear 'You don't mind some jock sweat do you officer?..."
I could feel his breath on my ear, and I swear it was like someone else
took over and slid my right hand down his torso.  I could feel his treasure
trail turn into this thick pube hedge, and when I wrapped my hand around
his root I realized it was as thick as I'd imagined.  He's as big as Dave,
I swear."

"Who is?" asked big Dave, walking in.  He was still toweling off behind his
ears, his own unit flaccid but still massive as it swung beneath his
cropped blond bush.

"Some jock this boy couldn't say no to," Derrick quipped.

"Looks like he liked it," the big blond commented, giving John's growing
erection a glance.

"Maybe too much," Derrick replied.  "Who does your dick belong to boy?"

"You sir," John breathed, "always...ahh..."  His voice trailed off as
Derrick rolled his nipples.

"But not always," Derrick reminded him.  The cop's attitude was contrite
enough he obviously felt bad about slipping up, so what had happened?
Every time he'd gotten worked up before he'd come running to Derrick; it
wasn't like the grad student was hard to find.  He released one nipple and
ran the pad of his thumb over John's plump lower lip, pushing it in when
the jock opened his mouth obediently.  He leaned in close, peering into the
bottom's dark eyes.  "Why this time?  You've got a fat dick right here for
when you really need it."  He jerked his head towards Dave, who gave his
hog a brief tug for emphasis.  He slid his digit out to let the jock
respond.

"I know sir, you always satisfy me.  Both of you."  He licked his lips.
"But...it was like I wasn't really even in control of my body, like I was
just being pulled into him.  I sort of, fell I guess, against him, and the
second I stuck my face in his armpit all I could think of was how fucking
good he smelled, and then tasted.  I could feel him getting hard real fast,
and by the time his towel came loose it was hanging off him like a wall
hook.  He put his hand on the top of my head but he didn't even have to
push: it was like I weighed 600 pounds and all I could do was drop to my
knees.  When I pulled the towel off he popped up and hit me on the chin; he
was already starting to leak and I just stopped thinking.  His cock tasted
so fucking good--I just started drooling the second I got a taste, and by
the time I was deep-throating him I was moaning from the flavor and smell
hitting me.  It was...it was like dick times 100 and I kinda lost it, it
was sooo good.  It was like the first time you let me suck your cock sir:
it was all I wanted, right there in my mouth."  He paused to take a deep
breath, remembering; Derrick noticed a gleaming droplet had formed on his
now-rigid shaft.  The Ollo director had to admit the sight was making him
horny.  Dave too, apparently: he'd kept tugging on his junk as John talked,
and was thickening up nicely.  After three days of abstinence there was no
way a single load was going to leave him satisfied; Derrick was happy to
see him recovering so quickly.

"So you blew him," he prompted the cop.

"Yes sir.  I kinda went nuts, and his balls pulled up pretty fast.  It only
took a few minutes before he started groaning real loud, and then he just
let out a yell and started filling my throat; I could barely keep up.  God,
he tasted so good....  Anyway, after he pulled out he was like 'Fuck that
was good head.'  He pulled me up and groped me while he pushed his tongue
in my mouth, and I thought I might come for a second.  But I think he knew
what the whimpering meant and he let me go before it was too late.

"'You liked my cock huh?'

"'Uh huh.'

"'You want more?'  I just nodded.  'Yeah you do.'  He had this shit-eating
grin that said we weren't done yet.  'Get naked man.'

"'Out here?' I was really fucking horny, but it'd be bad news if we got
caught, especially since I was still technically on duty for a few more
minutes.

"'Who's gonna catch us?  Is there another cop patrolling the building?  If
there is he'll just end up joining us; you wouldn't mind that, would you?'
He rested his arms on my shoulders and lowered his voice.  'Think you could
take two dicks?  Would you like that?'  Obviously he had no idea about us,
but the thought of another dick to play with got me even more horned up,
and I just sorta moaned thinking about it.  'Yeah you would.  Fuck, you're
gonna be so much fun.'  He started unbuckling my belt and I popped out of
my shirt faster than if it were on fire.  I almost fell over trying to get
out of my pants, but finally I was buck naked; all I could think about was
how much I wanted to suck his dick some more.  He grabbed my dick and gave
me a tug, then told me to grab my clothes.  'Time to meet the guys.'

"'Huh?'  I'd gotten so hung up about the massive dick in front of me I'd
totally forgotten about him saying 'the other guys.'

"'The team that lays together, plays together, right?' he said.  He shot me
this cocky grin that was sexy as fuck; it got even wider when he saw I'd
figured it out.  'C'mon,' he said, 'time to show the guys your dick-sucking
skills.  You don't mind do you?  Sucking off a couple more baseball
players?'

"I'm sorry sir, I really am, but at that point, with his jizz still warm in
my throat and my dick ready to explode, there was no way I could've stopped
myself from following him into the weight room.  And holy fuck: it wasn't
just a couple of them.  There was a whole fucking orgy going on in there.
A big blond guy was fucking some Hispanic-looking dude on one of the flat
benches, while the two of them were sharing this bearded guy's dick that
was almost as big as the one I'd just swallowed.  Some short stocky guy was
riding this big curly-haired guy's dick over on the incline bench, and the
big guy looked pretty well hung too.  There were three guys in a daisy
chain on the stretching mat, a big lean white dude on all fours next to
them sucking shorter dude's cock while getting his ass eaten by a super-cut
Black guy, I mean it was just...fuck, it was so goddamn hot.  The whole
room smelled like this one after we've been fucking for a while--I couldn't
think straight, all I wanted was to join in.

"There was one guy who wasn't fucking around at the moment.  He was a
good-looking brown-haired guy with a beard and a little fur on his chest,
real sexy, just sitting on one of the chairs and stroking himself while he
watched the rest of 'em, kinda like he was trying to decide where to stick
it.  He sees me and the other guy come in and gets this big grin on his
face, like he's made up his mind.  He stands up and walks over, still
jerking it, and I'm practically drooling I'm so thirsty for another load.

"'Hey Ollie, who's your buddy?' he asks.  I'm there naked with a wad of
uniform in my hand and a raging hard on, so it's pretty obvious what I'm
there for.

"'Hey Nash.  This is, uh,' the Ollie guy laughs, 'cuz we didn't exactly
introduce each other, 'one of our campus's finest.'

"'Finest what?' Nash looks me up and down with a smirk that says he's
definitely decided where he wants to stick it.

"'Heh. Cock sucker, man.  He just gave me some grade A head.'  I think I
blushed a little: it felt good knowing this random guy loved what I did."

"You've had a lot of practice," Derrick said.  He rubbed his thumb over
John's lower lip again, watching the sub's pupils dilate.  His own
breathing deepened as he pictured the scene, the stocky cop dripping precum
while he waited meekly for one of the alpha males to use him.

"I love sucking your cock sir," the cop breathed.  "Both of yours."  Dave
grunted in agreement and continued tugging on his own massive unit, his
right arm occasionally bumping Derrick's left.

"This guy Nash, did he have a nice cock too?" Derrick asked in a low voice.

"Yes.  He was maybe 6", cut, nice tidy bush.  He bent up a little bit, I
remember that.  And he was leaking a lot.  Like when we play together."

"Tell me more," Derrick commanded.

"Well, he got close to me and just looked me right in the eye and said 'You
like that, Officer Cock Sucker?'  I just nodded--I was starving for it.  He
put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down.  'Get on it then man.'  I
didn't need more than that.  I could still taste Ollie's cum but it was
fading; I wanted a fresh load already.  I started tonguing his balls though
first, just like you've taught us, and he liked that a lot.  He gave a big
sigh and started rubbing my scalp.  'Oh yeah, get on those nuts...fuck man,
have I got a load built up.'  I could feel they were pretty heavy; he must
not've come yet.

"'You want in on this Ollie?' he asked the other guy.

"'Nah, I'm gonna recover for a minute.  You go for it.'  I saw Ollie look
over at the daisy chain on the matt nearby.  'Think I'll see what these
dudes are up to.'

"Nash guffawed.  'Jordan likes your ass too man.'

"Ollie swatted himself.  'Damn right he does.  I throw a mean fuck.'  Nash
laughed again but then it turned into a moan when I started going down on
him; his balls pulled up the moment I started rolling them around, and I
could taste him leaking.

"Did he taste as good as the first guy?" Dave interjected.

The cop shook his head.  "Not quite, but it was still a dick, you know?
Tastes so good."

"Yeah it does," Dave agreed.  A flush had begun creeping down his shoulders
as he became more aroused.

Derrick turned his head.  "Show me," he commanded the blond.

"Yes sir," the former football player agreed, and dropped to his knees.

Derrick waited for him to swallow his pole, feeling his eyelids flutter as
the big Viking's mouth engulfed him.  "Keep talking," he instructed the
bound cop.  His right hand returned to rolling one of John's stiff nipples,
while his left alternated between caressing Dave's scalp and playing with
the cop's balls and shaft.  John's eyelids fluttered as he continued.

"I was really getting into the blow job, but trying hard not to come.  I
knew if I touched myself I wouldn't last, so I was just grabbing Nash's ass
while I knelt there, pulling him into me so I could get every bit in my
throat.  I must've been pretty in the zone because the next thing I know
there's a tap on my shoulder and this tall blond guy, one of the ones from
the mat, is leaning over and resting his hand on my shoulder.

"'That's some tasty dick, huh?' he said.

"I glanced over and could see he had a nice dick too: a little bigger than
Nash's, also cut, with lighter pubes, and wet with someone's spit.  And it
was close enough that I could smell his crotch mingling with Nash's scent,
and suddenly I felt that pull again like I did with Ollie.  But at the same
time I was really into Nash's dick, 'cuz I could tell he was starting to
get there and I didn't want to miss out.  So I just nodded and give an
'mmhmm,' but keep going.

"'Wait your turn bro," Nash said, 'I'm getting close.'

"'I need to fuck something,' the blond guy with the magic dick said.

"'You always want to fuck something Andy,' Nash said, 'it's a wonder Ollie
can even walk.'  He'd put both his hands on head and started pumping, not
really skull fucking but...ah...." John sighed and his eyes flickered as
Derrick squeezed him.

"You love getting bossed around," Derrick finished for him.

The cop licked his lips.  "Yeah."  He pumped his hips slowly into Derrick's
grip.  "So much."

"Tell me more," Derrick urged.  He released the cop's nipple to palm Dave's
skull, pumping his own hips.  Hearing this story was turning him on more
than he'd expected.  He'd forgotten how hot it was fucking the dark-haired
stud in front of other people.  He'd put on a couple more video shows with
them since Valentine's Day, but a live audience...yeah, he needed to get
that back in the mix before he left for San Diego.

"Ahhh...the tall guy, Andy, he laughed at Nash and said 'You never
complain.'  Then he slid his hand down my back and into the crack of my
ass. 'You wanna get fucked, Officer?' he growled at me, and man did I.  And
then he said--" John licked his lips-- "'In front of all the guys?'  And
sir, I seriously thought I was gonna come on the spot.  It was like that
time in Dundee's, when you made me, you know, under the table, but this
time all those jocks really were gonna watch me get fucked, and ohhh, man."
His shaft dribbled copiously as he remembered.

"And did he?  Fuck you in front of the rest of them like a little whore?"

"Yeah...fuck yes.  He laughed when he found I had the butt plug in and said
something like 'Guess you won't mind getting fucked either,' and then his
dick was in me and all I could think about was how I was getting spit
roasted in front of these jocks.  A couple of them started cheering him and
Nash on, and I kind of went crazy.  Nash came and I swallowed it all, and
then the black guy hopped up and fed me his dick and Andy was long-dicking
me while I swallowed another load.  I could barely think at that point: I
think nearly all of them were watching us and I was just begging for it,
fucking back onto Andy as he blew his load up my ass.  He'd pulled me up on
my knees so I was kneeling there while he fucked my brains out, watching
these jacked guys watch me tell him what a slut I was and it was
so. Fucking. Hot."  John whimpered and lipped his lips as Derrick pulled on
his now-slick shaft.  "One of them--the short stocky guy who'd been getting
fucked on the weight bench--knelt in front of me while Andy was coming and
just nose dived onto my dick, and I exploded.  He really knew how to give
head, but I think I caught him by surprise because he started choking a
bit.  A couple of the guys started cheering him on: 'Suck it Eric, suck it
man!'  That sorta thing.  By the time we were done he'd stopped coughing,
but when he came up his eyes were watering and he had a pretty good amount
of cum running out of his mouth.  A couple guys gave him shit about it, but
he just flipped them off and said something like 'You try it next time
assholes.  This guy comes buckets.'  I was too wiped out to think straight,
but they obviously had all been fucking around together a lot, they way
they were acting."

"A dozen jocks..." Derrick said thoughtfully.  There were plenty of gay
guys on campus, but that was a hell of an orgy to organize.  Regularly, no
less.

"Yeah," John laughed huskily, "it was so fucking hot."

"Huh."  Derrick paused his stroking briefly, Dave's oral action temporarily
unnoticed as he digested this fact.  "Then what?" he asked absently.

"Um...one of the guys getting fucked came about the same time I did.  He
and the guy fucking him were sharing some other bearded dude's monster
cock, and that guy blew too; the two of them really went to town on him.  I
thought the big dude would finish, but instead he pulled out and walked
over to me and my little group.  He had this cocky look and I could see him
looking me over, eyeing the cum running down my chin and out of my ass, and
the load I'd shot on myself, and I could see he liked it.  And even though
I'd just gotten fucked my ass was already feeling warm and hungry and I
wanted another cock up there, even before I was hard again.

"He looked back at the guy he'd just boned and said 'Looks like this guy
likes getting railed as much as you do Khaled.'  I didn't hear if the other
guy said anything--he was cleaning up the monster dick they'd been sharing,
and anyway I couldn't take my eyes off the guy heading my way."

Derrick reached around and cupped John's smooth ass, sliding a finger down
the cleft.  The cop moaned as two fingers slid into him, and Derrick echoed
him softly as he leaked into Dave's eager mouth.  The thought of the slutty
jock covered in jizz and eager for these jocks to give him more...he could
feel his balls pulling up.  "You rolled over and spread your legs for him,
didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"For all of them.  To show them what a cock-hungry slut you were."

"Yes."  John's voice was a hoarse whisper.  "It was like when you use that
lube: I needed a dick inside me in the worst way."

"In your sloppy hole," Derrick breathed.  He pushed a third finger in.

"Yeeesss," John groaned.  "Yes, I need that dick."  He bit his lip and
squirmed in the restraints.  "Fuck me sir, fuck me."

"Aw fuck," Derrick muttered; this was torture.  He tugged Dave's mouth off
his dick, shivering at the feel of wet lips sliding over his glans.

The big blond looked up expectantly, awaiting orders.  "Sir?"

"Work him over.  Do NOT touch his cock."

Dave's face split in a wide smile.  "Yes sir!"  More often than not he was
the one getting edged; no surprise he'd jumped at the chance to turn the
tables.

Derrick walked around the weight rack, spread the cop's beefy ass cheeks,
and rammed his cock into the gaping hole; he slid right in like he was
fucking a warm brick of butter.  "Fuck, they opened you up like a
two-dollar whore, didn't they?" he grunted.

"Yes," John whimpered, pushing back onto Derrick's cock.

"I can feel all those jock loads in there, you fuckin' slut," he started
pumping.  He could tell the cop was desperate to get railed, but Derrick
held his hips tight, rolling his hips as he stirred the bottom's hole.
Pinning him his way kept the jock from fucking back, and the lack of
movement meant Dave could tongue his swollen balls.  "Was that all from the
big blond guy?"  He licked the side of John's neck, picturing him with his
legs wishboned out as some rando jock slid in and out of his hole.

"Some," John gasped.  "He was power fucking me on my back, and some of the
other guys started cheering him on.  He started trash talking, telling me
to beg for it, and I did.  His cock felt so fucking good, and all I could
think about was how much I wanted it, wanted him to come inside me while
all these other guys watched.  I remember him saying 'Fuck, Pony, you've
gotta get some of this man.  His ass is tighter than Eric's.'

"'I could definitely go for some fucking,' this tall guy goes.  He was as
tall as Andy but had dark hair and a cropped beard; his dick was sticking
straight out and ready to party.  Even though I could still taste Ollie's
cum and feel this other guy's dick driving me nuts, I still couldn't take
my eyes off this Pony dude.

"'Shit Mack, look at him eyeballin' my junk.  Fuckin' man slut.'  This Pony
guy had this really deep voice that just made me....unhh...wanna let him
ride me."

"You are a fuckin' man slut," Derrick breathed in his ear.  He reached
around and pinched John's nipples.

"Fuuuuck yes," he groaned.  "Ohhh...fuck me sir, fuck my hole..."  He
ground his hips eagerly, rhythmically clenching his sloppy hole around the
grad student's shaft.

"Tell me more," Derrick breathed, "tell me what else they did to you..." He
bit one earlobe and felt his cock swelling.  He should've turned the slutty
bottom out months ago, he thought.

"Uhnn...I wanted them both, but I guess Pony didn't want to wait.  He'd
grabbed a bottle of lube from somewhere and I thought he'd start fucking
me, but instead he knelt behind Mack.  The big guy paused and then Pony
must've slid right in, because his eyes rolled up and I could feel his cock
swell inside me.  Pony wrapped a hand around his chest and bit his ear and
then he must've started moving: Mack started pumping again, but I could
feel he was getting pounded into me.  'Fuck,' he grunted, 'Fuck Pony.'

"''Bout time you took a turn on my dick dude.'

"'Mmmmyeah.'  They were both sweating and Pony was sucking on Mack's neck
as he ground on him; it was so fucking hot to watch.  I wanted to jack off
so much, but I didn't want it to stop, so I just begged them to fuck me
harder.

"I was so into it, I forgot about the other guys until one of them
straddles my face.  The next thing I know this guy kneels down and starts
tea bagging me.  I didn't think it could get any better, but his nuts
tasted so fucking good they almost made me forget what Mack was doing to my
ass.  I gripped his glutes and pulled him in and he took the hint and let
me get my tongue up in there."

"You fucking slut," Derrick panted.  He began grinding harder on the cop as
the pleasure starting building in his crotch.

"Yes," John gasped, "I couldn't get enough.  I felt Mack blow his load
inside me, and two seconds later Pony slid in and started power fucking me.
I thought I was gonna come hands-free for a second, but then he slowed down
a little and just left me on the edge; I thought I was gonna scream I was
so close.  But the guy I was eating just bore down and rode my face until I
couldn't get enough of that either.  Fuck Derrick, I can still taste his
ass."  John whimpered and tried to push back.  "Please fuck me harder sir,
please."

"Was that what Pony did?" Derrick asked, biting his neck.  "Open up that
sloppy pussy of yours like this?"  He pulled back, then rammed in, making
the stocky cop cry out.

"Ah haaah--yes!  Yes, like that!"  His voice cracked with lust.

"Did he make you come?" Derrick growled.

"No," John sobbed.  "No, I needed it so bad, but he just kept sawing into
me.  At some point the guy I was eating sat up--I thought he was done but
then he repositioned so I could suck his dick, and I saw another guy--the
curly-haired one--slide into him from behind.  That guy was pretty big, but
the guy I was sucking took it like a champ.  He started leaking and I swear
his cum tasted as good as Ollie's.  I was just getting a good taste when
Pony came up my ass, and then he pulled out.  I was so pissed...I
needed...uh...God, I needed dick so bad."

"You always need it bad," Derrick said.  He picked up the pace, angling his
thrusts to hit the cop's prostate the way he loved.

"Uhn.  Yes.  Yes.  I'm your fucking whore sir, I'm your fucking whore."

"Fuck, your everyone's whore.  How many more of them fucked you?"

"Just one.  This tall guy with dark hair and a beard, and a massive cock.
When he slid into me I knew he was gonna make me nut.  The taste of the
other guy's cock, my hole getting stretched open...and then I felt it...oh
God, please sir, harder...fuck, one of them shot his load and I felt it on
my belly.  I could picture myself, I could, I could--please more, please!
Fuck, I realized the rest of them were standing around me jacking off, and
I could feel their loads hitting my body, cheering each other on as they
coated me.  I think I was trying to scream, to tell them to keep
going...uhhhh..." John's eyes were closed and he began rhythmically
clenching his ring around Derrick's shaft, urging the top to fill him up.

"That's so fuckin' hot," Derrick groaned.  He was sweating now as he began
fucking in earnest, eager to shoot his load as he imagined the cop's body
dripping with fresh jizz.

"Yes, yes, harder, yes, you feel as good as Kevin did, fuck, yes!"

"Suck his cock Dave, now!" Derrick ordered, and then he unleashed into the
cop's hungry hole.  His vision greyed out as he exploded, barely aware of
the bottom's shriek of pleasure as his balls drained into the football
jock's eager mouth.  Thrust after thrust, Derrick took back ownership of
the young cop's ass, reminding him who had broken him in and taught him to
unleash his cravings.  John's ring spasmed as he submitted to Derrick and
the raw animal pleasure of getting fucked.

By the time they finished they were both gasping, and a trickle of cum was
running down the cop's inner thigh.  "Fuckin' A," Derrick panted, "that was
a helluva load."

"Yeah it was," Dave agreed.  His chin had its own trail of juice running
down one side, and he grinned as he wiped it up and licked his fingers
clean.  "That was hot as hell to hear about."  His massive erection showed
just how much John's story had affected him.

"Yeah it was," Derrick agreed.  He slid out of the cop and unclipped his
wrist cuffs.  "Kneel," he commanded.

"Yes sir," John nodded, clearly drained.

Derrick walked around him and stood behind Dave., pulling him to his feet
The big blond shuddered as Derrick's left arm wrapped around him to pinch a
nipple, while his right gripped his shaft.  "Come on his face," Derrick
ordered.  "Give the little pig what he wants."

"Yes sir," Dave panted.  He was already leaking heavily, providing
plentiful natural lube.

"You ready slut?" Derrick asked the kneeling cop.

"Yes sir."  John looked up, meeting his gaze, and opened his mouth
expectantly.

"Good boy.  Come for me," he ordered, jacking the big jock vigorously.

"Yes sir, yes sir, aaahhh fuck almost...AH FUCK AH FUCK YES SIR AH
FUUUUCK..."  Three healthy jets criss-crossed the cop's face from his thick
dark hair to his neck, with a generous portion pooling on his out-thrust
tongue.  After that Dave lost force, shuddering as the remainder of his
load seeped between Derrick's fingers.  "Aw yeah..." he sighed finally, and
Derrick let him go.

Derrick treated himself to a taste of the football jock's juice.  "Good
load boy," he commented, licking his fingers.

The big blond relaxed against him.  "Thank you sir, that was hot."  He
looked down at the cop, who was eagerly wiping the jizz tracks off his face
and cleaning them up.  "Dude, that was fucking intense.  I can't believe
you got fuckin' gang banged like that."

"It was...fuck, it was so hot," John said, reminiscing.  The expression on
his face as he licked his finger said it all.  "Definitely a fan of our
baseball team."

"They were all on the team?" Derrick asked.  He'd finished cleaning Dave's
load off his fingers, and his ears perked up at this info: there was
definitely something weird going on here.

"Yeah," John laughed huskily, "practically half the team.  We all had to
hit the showers after and got to talking and yeah, they were all on it.
They were giving Ollie and Andy shit about starting it all, but then
someone said Tyler did, but anyway they were definitely all into it.
Really into it."  His gaze turned distant and he smiled faintly,
remembering, before shaking his head and coming back to himself.
"Permission to stand, sir?"

"Yeah, get up here slut."  Derrick helped him to his feet and the three of
them shared a sloppy kiss.  They were too drained to start something else
right away, but he still enjoyed the warm scent and feel of their muscular
bodies pressed against his.  He was definitely going to have to arrange for
plane tickets to San Diego for the two of them.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"So your cop had fun at a team orgy, and you got your rocks off hearing
about it," TJ said skeptically.  "Definitely hot--" his adjustment of his
crotch showed his thoughts on that, "--but what's your point?"

"You don't think it's a little bit weird that practically the whole
baseball team is gay?  'Cuz I've been to a few games, and there were
definitely girlfriends in the bleachers."  Derrick's raised eyebrow made
his opinion clear.

"Yeah, that is pretty fucking weird, to put it mildly."

"That's what I thought.  And a statistical cluster like that...if anyone
notices we could have some unwelcome attention on our hands."  Derrick's
expression was serious now: Ollo had dialed way back on local experiments
with their little white pills once Jamie and the lab crew had started
seeing consistent successes.  "This isn't one of ours is it?  Something for
our new friends that you didn't tell me about?"

"Absolutely not--you've got the same clearance I do.  I'm not transferring
you to San Diego to leave you out of the loop, not when you'll be working
with them.  And you know that sort of attention is the last thing they
want."  TJ thought for minute.  "Shit, could it be someone else?  But the
only one who even thought about this stuff at all was Merck, and they gave
up 10 years ago.  And they don't have anything at all in the state, let
alone in town.  We'd know."

Derrick nodded.  "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.  So I did a little
investigating."

TJ cocked an eyebrow.  "Oh yeah?  'Nancy Drew And The Case Of The
Cum-Drenched Catcher?'"

Derrick grinned.  "Something like that.  I definitely found a clue though."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Derrick stood outside the dorm room door, double-checking his phone.  Thank
Christ for the tracking chips the lab boys had put in all their prototypes.
It couldn't tell him which floor John's dildo was on, but a cross-check of
the campus directory and the baseball team roster meant that room 314 was
it.  And the app showed someone was trying it out too, or at least the
dildo was somewhere that was 98.6 degrees.  Not active, obviously, but
clearly up someone's ass; he wondered which of the two horn dogs it'd be.
He queued up a few of the standard options via the interface and then
knocked loudly on the door.  "Andrew!  Ollie! Open up!"

"Fuck off Marco," came the muffled reply from the room.

Derrick knocked loudly again.  Luckily the hall was pretty empty now that
the dorms were emptying out for the summer: he wanted to poke around this
situation without a nosy RA or neighbor popping in.  "Open up guys," he
repeated.

"What?!"  The voice was definitely irritated now.

Derrick repeated his quick check of the hallway: still empty.  "Security.
We need to talk guys."  He'd debated getting a full uniform from John, but
had settled on just the jacket: he didn't want awkward questions from an
actual guard, and he really didn't need to play the part for long--just
enough to get in the room and talk to the two horn dogs in private.

There was a pause.  "'Kay.  Just a sec officer."  Another pause, definitely
longer than it would take to walk to the door.  Derrick could imagine the
frantic scrambling as the two athletes tried to figure out what was going
on.  It suddenly occurred to him that there might be more than the two of
them in there, which would complicate things.  Well he'd just have to wing
it if that were the case.

The door cracked open a few inches, enough for Derrick to see a
good-looking guy, definitely over 6' tall, with short sandy hair and a
lean, smooth chest.  Even without the ball cap he wore for the team picture
Derrick could tell this was Andrew: no way was this the
Mediterranean-featured Ollie.  The ball player's long face still had a hint
of irritation, but mainly he looked apprehensive.  Derrick noted that he
was standing partway behind the door so nothing was visible below his
waist, and also blocked the view into the room--not exactly the body
language of someone with nothing to hide.  Except maybe an Anal Stimulator
Mark XII up his butt.  "Hi Andrew, I need to ask you a couple of questions.
Is your roommate in?"  Derrick flashed his best shark smile: friendly, but
with Implications.  The one that told Dave he was going to get mercilessly
edged for the next hour or more.

"Ummm, yeah.  Um, okay."

Derrick moved forward before Andy could walk back the invite.  "Great," he
said as he breezed into the room.  "Won't take long."

The place looked like a typical dorm room: their little school didn't have
the athletic budget for fancy athlete dorms, so these guys had the same
twin beds and beat-up desk set as anyone else.  They'd chosen not to do the
bunk option, so there wasn't a ton of floor space, and what there was had
the usual pile of laundry, moving boxes, and random text books scattered
across it.  Milk crate furniture and a Shaky Graves poster completed the
look.  What was more interesting than the décor was the dark-haired
guy, obviously Ollie, bare-chested and under a sheet on the farther bed.
He was leaning against a pillow, his back to the wall, with his knees drawn
up; he looked less nervous than Andy, but that might've been because he had
a sheet to hide under.  Derrick was willing to bet there was a hard dick
under there, if the tent in Andy's basketball shorts was anything to go by.
He let the...pitcher?  --yes, Andy pitched, Ollie was the shortstop--see
him noticing the bulge.  The blond's face reddened slightly as he realized
they were busted, but to his credit he didn't fold completely.  "So, um,
what can we help you with officer?" the pitcher asked awkwardly.

"Well, I wanted to keep this unofficial.  You guys are having an amazing
year, you've got the regionals coming up, and I don't want to mess anything
up.  So this is all off the record for now.  But I do need your
cooperation."

"Sure thing, sure," Ollie nodded.  "Happy to help, right Andy?"

"Absolutely," Andy agreed vigorously.  "Nothing to hide." Recovering some
of his poise he threw in a boyish aw shucks grin that would've done Tom
Sawyer proud.  Derrick had to admit it did look good on him.  The athlete
was a bit leaner than he usually went for, but he definitely worked out:
decent pecs with a nice pair of brown nipples sticking out on top of them,
and a solid six-pack underneath.  Very lickable, Derrick decided.  And the
bulge down below looked respectable too: it hadn't gone down much if at
all, and was firm enough that Derrick could make out the ridge of the
jock's glans pressing against the thin fabric.  He forced his gaze away
before his quick glance turned into a stare that Andy would notice.

"Good.  So I have a report of some property that went missing.  Probably it
was just taken by mistake, but it's definitely missing and I need your
guys' help to get it back."  Derrick walked over to the unoccupied bed and
sat casually at the head, by the open window.  Now he could watch them both
for their reactions, but they'd have to turn their heads if they wanted to
communicate any sort of significant look between each other.

"Well we sure wouldn't know anything about that," Andy said, overdoing the
gee whiz vibe a bit.

"You sure?  Because the officer who lost it said he saw it last in your
possession Andrew."  Derrick gave the pitcher a hard stare.  The room was
quiet for a few long seconds as he let that sink in.  During the pause a
gust of fresh air blew in, making Derrick realize how stuffy the room was.
Like a locker room, or...no.  Cock.  It smelled like cock and balls; he
felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he made the connection.  The thought
went right to Derrick's groin as though he hadn't fucked another load into
John's ass just that morning, and he couldn't help sneaking a longer peek
at Andy's bulge; the sight made his mouth water.

Neither of the baseball players noticed: they were too busy exchanging a
frantic look.  It was Ollie who tore his gaze away to look at Derrick.
"What, uhhh, did he say it was officer?"  He swallowed.  "Maybe we can
help."  His olive skin was definitely flushed.

"I dunno Ollie, I doubt it.  I mean, ask away man, but I don't think we can
help."  Derrick had to give Andy credit: the kid had balls on him.  Derrick
felt himself stiffen as he briefly imagined rolling them around in his
mouth.  He wondered if the pitcher manscaped--would they be as smooth as
Dave and John kept themselves?  He could already picture the scene: the
smooth sac pulling up tight, the feel of the blond's taint (maybe with a
hint of stubble) under his tongue followed by the flutter of his rosebud as
Derrick spread his lean thighs and began teasing the delicate flesh...the
twinge from his groin told him he was starting to leak already.  Fuck, John
had been right: the warm flush, the almost uncontrollable horniness: this
was like his first dose of little white pills all over again.  But he
hadn't eaten or drunk anything recently, so what was causing it?

"You sure?" Derrick asked.  He locked his gaze onto Ollie.  "It was a sex
toy.  A dildo.  Dick-shaped, about this long--" he held his hands 7" or so
apart--"with a flared base.  He said it was blue with silver streaks on
it."  He could picture this one bending over for him too, letting Derrick
work him over with the toy before begging for the real thing.  A puff of
breeze wafter over them, carrying the short stop's masculine scent to his
nose, and Derrick had to fight from pulling back the sheet and
face-planting into the student's lap; he could feel himself getting
dick-drunk from the faint smell alone.  Fuck, was that it?!  Magic
pheromone voodoo?  It was getting hard to concentrate, but he made a note
that he was definitely going to have to get Jamie and the neurochem crew in
on this.  Just not until he pounded some ass and swallowed a jock load or
two.

His thoughts were interrupted when Ollie opened his mouth to say
something--it was obvious he was going to crack--but then Andy jumped in.
"I think we'd remember something like that, man."

"Yeah, I'd have thought you would," Derrick said.  Ollie's mouth was still
open, his full lips parted as he scrambled to keep up with Andy's story.
Derrick could picture his dick sliding between them perfectly, the short
stop's long lashes closing as he focused on swallowing the shaft.  He was
almost utterly rigid now, his jock strap the only thing keeping his unit
from jutting out like Andy's.  God, the kid was actually getting stiffer!
Derrick couldn't resist shifting around a bit as he turned to face Ollie,
letting his legs spread a bit.  Let the cocky pitcher get an eyeful if he
wanted.  "So Ollie, no memory of anything like that?"

"Uh, nope."  God, he's such a terrible liar Derrick thought; he even licks
his lips like John when I catch him misbehaving.  A replay of yesterday
came back, the cop bucking against his restraints as Derrick slow-fucked
him and the story of the baseball gang bang poured out.  Without even
thinking he flexed his raging dick at the memory.  The breeze had died down
and the smell of male sex filled the small room again.  If he'd been on his
own Derrick would've dropped trou and started jerking it right then and
there.  But with the hole these two were digging for themselves he was
pretty sure he wouldn't need to go solo.

"Sorry to hear that," Derrick said, pulling out his phone.  "Because it was
a very advanced model: lots of bells and whistles, and very expensive.
Definitely not petty theft."  The two jocks shifted uncomfortably and
shared a look, but the slight shake of Andy's head said they were going to
double down on their story.  "And of course one of the features was a nice
WiFi connection.  All sorts of options there."  He hit a button and saw
Ollie twitch in a very satisfying way.  Huh, he thought: given the way
Andrew was boned up he would've bet on the pitcher.  Well there was enough
Derrick to go around.

"What was that Ollie?"

The shortstop licked his lips as a faint flush crept up his neck.
"Nothing," he squeaked.

"You sure?" Derrick asked, and dialed up the intensity while making the
dildo swell; he also started the flexing routine that targeted the
prostate.

"Uuunnnhhh..."  Ollie bit his lip and arched his back against the pillow,
while his knees dropped flat.  His massive erection jutted up under the
thin sheet; a tiny wet spot marking the location of his piss slit.  "Oh
fuuuuck..."  His hands slid down his torso under the sheet, the right one
wrapping around his shaft.  "Fuuuck," he repeated.

"Dude," Andy whispered; Derrick ignored him for now.

"Feels good doesn't it Ollie?"

"Unh hunh."  A faint sheen of sweat appeared on his flushed skin and he'd
begun to squirm as he played with himself.

"You want a bit more?"

"There's more?" Ollie asked.  The look on his face said what he thought of
that.

"There could be, if you two behave."  Derrick groped himself, smearing a
fresh dollop of juice into his jock.  "Show me what you've got."  He jerked
his head at the sheet.  Ollie threw it off, revealing a schlong that could
give Dave a run for his money.  The deep purple head glistened in the
daylight, a ring of clear goo gathering in the edge of his foreskin.  Each
time he tugged it fresh juice leaked out; Derrick could already smell the
aroma from where he sat.

"You like that?" Andy asked slyly.  "Or this?"  He stepped towards Derrick,
his hand clutching his hard on through his gym shorts.  The motion pulled
the waistband down enough for a wisp of cropped pubes to be visible.  So he
does trim, Derrick thought.  I definitely need to see how smooth he is
elsewhere.

Horned up as he was, he'd had plenty of practice in self control the last
few months: if he'd learned how to push John and Dave's buttons they'd also
learned some of his, and when they were hungry for dick they could be
pretty hard to resist.  "I'll get to you," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
The pitcher looked surprised, then nonplussed--he probably didn't get
turned down often, if ever.  "Why don't you get out of those shorts, hm?"
He turned back to Ollie; let the pitcher stay off balance for a bit.

"You getting' into that toy, Ollie?"  The Italian youth nodded eagerly.
"Awesome."  Derrick stood up and stepped to the edge of the bed, then
wrapped his hand around the jock's right wrist.  "No more of that for now,
okay?  Don't want you coming too soon, right?"  Ollie watched him wide-eyed
as he allowed Derrick to remove his hand from around his shaft. "Good boy."
Up close the tantalizing musk of his crotch was almost irresistible,
leaving Derrick trembling with the effort of self-control; this was not
going to be a marathon edging session, that was for sure.  He placed the
ball player's palm against his crotch, sighing when Ollie gave him a
squeeze.  "Take it out," he ordered.  As Ollie leaned over to comply
Derrick tapped his phone briefly, adding a low hum of random vibrations to
the mix.

"Aw fuck," Ollie whined, "fuuuck."  He redoubled the pace of his assault on
Derrick's belt and fly, his rapid progress indicating plenty of past
experience.

"Get after it dude," Andy enthused.  He'd moved to Derrick's side, tugging
on his own junk as he took in the view.

Derrick wiggled his hips to let his pants slide off his hips, then palmed
the back of Ollie's head to encourage his exploration of Derrick's jock.
"No dick play yet, Andrew."  He grabbed the pitcher's wrist, but this one
was a bit more used to getting his way.

"It's just 'Andy' dude--'Andrew' is what my mom calls me when I'm in
trouble.  And I like playing with my dick."

"I know you do--we all do.  But here's the thing _Andrew, you are in
trouble.  That little joy toy your boyfriend is enjoying so much is a
prototype that cost over $100,000 to develop, which means you boys
committed some major grand larceny when you made off with it.  Now I'm not
looking to fuck with you, but you need to play nice.  And right now I think
we all want to fuck around so--" Derrick pulled the 20 year old's hand free
and replaced it with his own-- "why don't you follow my lead so we can all
have a good time?"  He leaned in and pressed his lips to the pitchers ear
while he squeezed.  "I promise, you'll have a very good time."  He let his
tongue follow the line of the jock's neck down to his shoulder.  God, even
his neck tasted good--what would his ass be like?

Andy shivered in time with the goosebumps that ran across his body.
"Uh...okay," he agreed weakly.

"Don't worry," Derrick said, working his lips back up to the jock's ear, "I
know how to use my dick; you're gonna love it."  He sucked in his breath.
"And your roomie is getting it nice and wet for me."

"I don't--I don't get fucked," Andy protested weakly.  The way his dick
throbbed when he said it suggested the point was negotiable however.

Ollie paused his blow job long enough to weigh in.  "You let Coach fuck you
man.  Can't get enough of _his dick."  He went back to slobbing on
Derrick's knob while his roommate blushed.

"Your coach huh?" Derrick murmured.  He began pulling insistently on Andy's
rod, letting the copious precum provide lubrication.  "He got a nice dick?"

"Fuckin' love it," Andy admitted.  Consciously or not he'd begun to thrust
his hips in time with Derrick's stroking.

"It tastes so good," Ollie interjected.

"As good as mine?" Derrick asked.

"Better.  Sorry man, but his junk is like, magic.  Once you get a taste
you're good and hooked."  Derrick filed that away for later, but right now
he was less interested in playing detective than getting some play.

"I wouldn't mind a taste myself," he said.  "Andrew, get on your bed."  He
spun the pitcher around by the dick and pushed him gently backwards until
he dropped, long legs hanging off the side of the bed and his pink 6" dick
standing up proudly.

Derrick tangled his hands in Ollie's thick hair and pulled him off his dick
with a wet pop.  No question, the guy loved sucking dick.  "Ollie, why
don't you get over there next to him?  No playing with yourself though,
'kay?"

"You gonna fuck me?" the jock asked with a hopeful look.

"You know it.  Now get your ass over there."

"Yes boss."  Ollie grinned in anticipation and went to join his roommate.

"Oh yeah," Derrick whispered as he knelt between the pitcher's thighs.
Andy's nuts were as smooth as he could've hoped, pulled up tight above a
hairless taint.  The sight was irresistible, and he let out a long
contented sigh as he buried his nose in the jock's trimmed pubes and
started tonguing the crease of his thigh.  "Fuck you taste good," he
murmured.

"Try my cock," Andy suggested.

Derrick looked up.  "Oh I will, don't worry.  But you're not ready yet."
He dropped his face and resumed his licking.  Down to the space where
Andy's sack joined his body, fragrant with fresh musk.  Then the balls
themselves, first one, then the other, then rolling them both around in his
mouth the way he'd imagined, the heavenly flavor making him drool.

"Uuunnhh..." Andy was squirming now.  "Suck my dick man."  His pleading
tone undercut his attempt at authority, and made Derrick smile.

"Say please."

"Please.  Fuck dude, stop teasing me and suck my cock.  Please."

"No."  With that Derrick braced his hands under the jock/s hamstrings and
pushed, raising his legs up and apart.  Derrick now had clear access to new
regions of Andy's body, which he began exploring hungrily.  The jock's
taint was as smooth as he hoped, the faint ridge in the middle clearly
visible, and Derrick began to delicately trace it with his tongue, adding a
little flick at the top to tease the underside of the blond's ball sack;
the taste was exquisite.  Each pass started a little lower, and after
several of them he'd begun to explore the outer reaches of Andy's pink
little hole.  The jock's breathing became deeper, and when Derrick began to
lightly probe his pucker he let out a faint whimper while his sphincter
fluttered in welcome.

It didn't hurt that Ollie had started chewing on one of his nips, and was
working the other over with his fingers.  "Eat his ass man, he loves that
shit."

"That what you do to get him ready for that hog of yours?"

"Nah, getting fucked is enough for me.  I really like it.  A lot."  Ollie
gave him a pointed look that mixed lust and impatience.  He'd obeyed
Derrick's instruction not to touch his dick, but there was still a strand
of precum connecting the wet tip to the bedspread.  He looked more than
ready.

"Tell me how you like it," Derrick said, then dove into Andy's hole in
earnest.  With a strangled "Oh fuck yeah!" the pitcher spread his thighs
and clamped one hand on the back of Derek's skull to get his tongue deeper.
Derrick didn't need any encouragement--he'd happily eat this stud out all
day--and eagerly probed deep into the rapidly-loosening opening.

"I like it any way I can get it," Ollie said huskily.  His mouth left a
trail of kisses as he moved down Andy's squirming torso.  "But when I'm
super-horned up I love getting fucked from behind."

"Mmm?" Derrick's tongue was too busy to form words at the moment.

"Yeah man."  He took the tip of his teammate's cock into his mouth and
suckled on the glans.

"Oh fuck yes!  Do me!" the pitcher moaned.  "Deeper..."

"Doggy style is fuckin' hot," Ollie continued.  "Sometimes your hole just
needs to get dick-slammed, y'know?"

"Your hole need that now?" Derrick asked, ignoring Andy's growl of
frustration at the sudden neglect.

"Dude...that toy..." Ollie's face took on a pleading expression.  "It's
fucking nuts.  I need some dick bad."

Derrick grinned.  "Yeah, it'll do that.  Go ahead and take it out, and I'll
take care of your ass."  He slid his tongue back into Andy's
rapidly-loosening hole one more time while Ollie made his own available.

"Uhhhng...Jesus!" the pitcher exclaimed.  For all his claims to be a
near-total top his ass had loosened up fast.  His coach must be railing him
on the regular, Derrick thought.  So, practically the whole team _and the
coach?  There was something going on, but he was too horned up to think
about it any further.  The moment he'd started working over Andy's nuts his
dick had practically been vibrating, the need to fuck a growing imperative.

"I'm ready man," Ollie huffed, "let's do this."  He was standing next to
where Derrick knelt, his leaking dick as hard as Derrick's.  The sight and
scent were as irresistible as the pitcher's, and Derrick couldn't resist
swallowing the massive beast as far as he could get.  "Fuck, I'ma nut if
you keep that up," he warned.  Derrick considered it briefly: he'd loved
the taste of spunk ever since he'd started sucking cock, and there was
something extra-special in the flavor of Ollie's that made him hungry for
more.  But his ass was mighty fine too, and it wasn't going to fuck itself;
he could get a taste of Ollie when he pounded a load out of the young jock.

So with more than a little reluctance he gave Ollie's head one last swab of
his tongue and stood up.  "Gimme that dildo," he said, tapping his watch to
turn it off.  He reached down and grabbed his pants, thankful that John's
love of getting fucked in public places kept him prepared.  Fishing out a
small bottle he expertly popped the top and drizzled a healthy dollop of
orange liquid over the dildo.  "Your turn Andrew."

"It's Andy," the pitcher said absent-mindedly, but his attention was
focused on the blue and silver tube in Derrick's hand.

Derrick locked his pale blue gaze on the pitcher.  "It's Andrew as long as
you're in trouble, and you're still in trouble for grand theft unless I say
otherwise.  And I'm going to say otherwise until I'm balls-deep in that
little jock hole of yours, got it?"  As he spoke he pressed the dildo into
Andy's hole; as he expected there wasn't a lot of resistance.  He made a
corkscrewing motion as he pushed, and the pitcher's cock pulsed in a very
satisfying way.  Derrick bent down and took the wet head in his mouth as he
pushed in--the blond tasted as good as his teammate, and once again Derrick
had to fight the urge to get back on his knees and suck him dry.

"Uhhnnn...yes," Andy groaned.  His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands
knotted in the sheets as he arched his back.  The last bit of resistance
from his inner ring melted away, and the dildo slid smoothly in to the
base.  "Yessss."  He sagged back as his innards adjusted to the new
presence.  Pretty soon the gel would start taking effect, and even though
it generally took repeated exposure for maximum effect Derrick knew the
pitcher would be putty in his hands.  Especially once...

"Good boy," Derrick said, ruffling the blond's crew cut.  "Let's have some
fun then, huh?"  He tapped his watch to restart the sequence Ollie had just
enjoyed and watched with satisfaction as Andy's eyes rolled back in his
head and he grabbed the sheets again.

"Oooohh God!  Oh fuck oh God oh fuck oh God!  Fuuuuck!"  His entire upper
body was flushed and precum poured freely from his piss slit--he leaked as
much as Dave.

"See Andrew?  Play nice and I'll make sure you're rewarded.  Now get my
dick wet so I can fuck your buddy."  Andy whimpered as he sat up and
eagerly swallowed Derrick's cock.  "Yeah, that's nice man."  He looked at
Ollie, who was still standing there slowly tugging his junk.  "Your
boyfriend gives good head," he commented.

"He throws a mean fuck too," Ollie said pointedly.

Derrick grinned at the cheeky tone.  "Is that a hint, Ollie?" he cocked one
eyebrow.

"I'm fuckin' begging man.  I haven't gotten off since yesterday."

"Well let's take care of that then, huh?"  Derrick eased Andy off his dick.
"Lie back Andrew.  And hands off your cock."  He took Ollie by the
shoulders and maneuvered him to stand between Andy's spread legs.  "Doggy
style huh?"

"Hell yeah," Ollie breathed, bending at the waist.

"Good pup," Derrick teased, and pushed a glob of orange lube up the short
stop's chute.  He'd already greased up for the dildo, but Derrick knew the
bottom would appreciate the extra sensitivity the gel provided.  When his
cock replaced his fingers a minute later there was no resistance.  Between
the dildo and what Derrick figured was a lot of practice the Italian stud
took him with ease.  "Feel better now?"

"Oh fuck yeah...right there...yeah," Ollie began to pant lightly as Derrick
slowly pumped in and out.  "Yes--that there!"

"Bend over more kid," Derrick said, "I'll get your magic spot good."  He
pushed Ollie's shoulder blades down until the ball player was in a plank
position with his hands at Andy's armpits.  On his next thrust he added an
upwards angle, and that did the trick.  Ollie practically shrieked,
followed by yips of pleasure with each pass of Derrick's glans over his
prostate.  His posture collapsed, dropping to his elbows, and he began
frantically making out with the lean stud underneath him.  Andy responded
with eager moans of his own as he wrapped his arms around Ollie's broad
shoulders and loosely curled his legs around those of the pair fucking
above him.  Turned on by the scene and the grip of Ollie's tight chute on
his dick, Derrick began pounding the eager student for all he was worth.
Ollie pushed back, moaning into Andy's mouth as his heavy balls slapped
against Derrick's.  The grad student felt his nuts pull up as his orgasm
overtook him, and with a roar he began unloading into the bottom's ready
hole.  Ollie snaked a hand between his body and his roommate's and began
frantically tugging; Derrick wasn't done draining his nuts before he felt
the shortstop's ring clench around him, and a few moments later the rich
smell of jock spunk filled the room.

"Fuckin' A," Ollie managed a minute later, "that was intense."

"Yeah it was," Derrick agreed, "you took it like a champ."  He slid out of
the athlete's puffy hole with a wet pop, allowing an exhausted Ollie to
flop to one side of the bed next to Andy.  A generous puddle of cum coated
the pitcher's smooth abs and collected in his trimmed pubes; the engorged
state of his cock said he hadn't gotten off with them.  Good, Derrick
thought, I am definitely going to be ready to go another round in a minute.
In the meantime he was going to see if Ollie tasted as good as he'd hoped.
He fiddled briefly with his watch, switching the butt plug to a
slower-paced throb that was perfect for edging scenarios.  As Andy groaned
in response to the changed stimulation Derrick lowered himself into the
pitcher's lap and began cleaning his groin.  The taste was heavenly--better
than other guys' he'd tried for sure, and he'd tried a lot over the years.
"Fuck yeah," he muttered.

"You should try some of mine," Andy said.  He probably meant it as a cocky
remark, but the note of desperate pleading undercut his posturing.

"Oh I will," Derrick said, looking up with a grin, "once I fuck it out of
you."  He resumed his tongue bath, stopping occasionally to blow on the
jock's sensitive skin; the goosebumps he caused said he was having an
effect.

"Hurry.  Please."  This time the tone was 100% pleading.

"Your coach ever edge you like this?"

"No."  Andy bit his lip and bucked in slow motion as the combination of
warm tongue and tingling probe, now amplified by the lube, sent his
pleasure centers into overdrive.  "No one has."

"Dude, you look fucking hot," Ollie observed.  He'd started idly playing
with himself, and was already starting to swell up again.  Impressive
recovery, Derrick thought, even for a 20 year old--these two looked like
they could go all day.  As horned up as he was he felt like he could keep
up despite having nutted a couple minutes ago.  He could already feel the
blood returning to his dick, turning into a surge when he gave in to the
urge to polish Andy's knob.

"Oh fuck!" the pitcher whined, "oh fuck!"  Fresh juice dribbled out and
Derrick had to force himself not to take the jock to the root.  It didn't
help that Andy was pushing in as deep as Derrick would let him.  The flavor
on his tongue became nuttier and richer, and Derrick knew that he was at a
decision point of where and how the desperate stud was going to blow.

Derrick took one last deep breath of the jock's scent and stood up.
"Ready?" he asked, gripping the base of the dildo.

"Mmhmm..."  Andy bit his lip and arched his hips as the rubbery tube
slipped out of him.  "About time.  What's in that lube man?  That shit is
fucking intense."

Derrick chuckled.  "Secret man.  Wait'll you see how it makes you feel with
a dick inside you."

Andy nodded.  "Do it."  He reached for his hard on, but Derrick pushed his
hand away.

"Uh uh, don't want you comin' too soon."  He pushed into the jock's warm
hole, feeling it quiver from the stimulation.  Andy's fist clenched and he
groaned as a cloudy droplet began sliding down his shaft.  "See, you're
fuckin' close.  Lemme have some fun with that hole before you nut.
Besides," he nodded at Ollie on the bed next to his teammate, who'd begun
jacking his massive tool as he watched, "I think your boyfriend here wants
a taste.  Isn't that right Ollie?"

"Heck yeah!" Ollie enthused.  He was already diving into his roommate's
lap.

"Aahhh..." Derrick sighed as his balls made contact with the jock's taint.
"Not too quick man."  He gripped Ollie's thick wavy hair and pulled him up.
"Let me enjoy this hole a little bit."  He began rocking his hips slowly,
and when Andy's ankles hooked around his waist he grinned.  "That's it
stud, enjoy the ride."  He pinched his left nipple and his eyes narrowed.
"Hot little fucker," he muttered.  He picked up his movements a bit and
Andy whimpered.  "Yeah that's it."  He added a little sideways swivel and
the jock gasped.  "Ah yeah, you like that."  He increased his motion and
Andy began to squirm in earnest, arching his back and pinching his stiff
nipples as Derrick stirred his guts.  Ollie began tonguing his belly button
and he let out a half-laugh/half cry from the extra stimulation.

"Harder," Andy panted, "harder!"

The way he said it was irresistible; Derrick slammed deep into the eager
stud's hole and then began pile driving him as energetically as he'd done
with the short stop a few minutes earlier.  A sheen of sweat appeared on
both their bodies, their mingling moans rising in intensity.  Derrick felt
his balls tighten up and saw that Andy's were in a similar state.  When
Andy clamped down on his dick it was all he needed and he felt his orgasm
coming on like a freight train.  "Suck him," he gasped to Ollie.  He barely
noticed the trickle of sweat running down his buzzed scalp or the wet
slapping noises their bodies were making: his world was nothing but his
dick and the warm grip of Andy's guts, building his pleasure to a
crescendo.

Andy beat him to it though: between the rim job, the special lube, and the
AI-assisted teasing of the dildo he'd been primed to blow for a while now,
and the moment Ollie's lips wrapped around his head he exploded with a
yell.  The short stop choked briefly as his teammate flooded his throat,
but recovered and gamely began bobbing up and down.

"Oh fuck yeah," Derrick groaned, "oh fuuuck!"  He felt himself turn to iron
and then he was seeding the jock's hole.  He closed his eyes and let the
delicious pleasure wash over him.  "Uhnyeah!"  It felt like his balls were
draining forever, as though he hadn't come in days, and he could feel his
load already leaking out and wetting his balls; it was definitely one of
his better orgasms.  Maybe John wasn't the only one who needed some fresh
meat, he thought dimly as he caught his breath.

He slid out of Andy's sloppy hole with a pop and dropped to his knees,
suddenly drained.  The baseball player's dick was still deep in his
roommate's throat, but there was a pool of warm cum and spit that the
shortstop hadn't been able to swallow in time, pooling in a nest of light
brown pubes.  With a faint grunt Derrick made his way to it, forcing
Ollie's head out of the way so he could lap up the intoxicating juice.
Ollie didn't seem to mind: he just positioned himself so they were both
lapping at the base of Andy's shaft, sighing happily.  It really did taste
special, Derrick thought, same as Ollie's.

Andy lifted his head to contemplate the two of them.  "Told you you'd like
it," he said.

"You're not wrong," Derrick admitted.  There was disappointingly little to
enjoy--Ollie was a skilled cum guzzler--so he gave up trying to get any
more juice and plopped onto the bed at the pitcher's side, enjoying the
after-sex glow.  Ollie did the same, and the three of them lay like that
for a few minutes, Derrick and Andy recovering while Ollie lazily played
with himself.

"So how long have you two been together?" Derrick asked idly.

"We've been friends since junior high," Ollie began.

"But we just started fucking this semester," Andy finished.

"Yeah?  Your coach get you started on that?"  Derrick was intrigued: partly
because depending on which coach they meant it sounded pretty hot, but also
because now there was another person on the baseball team swimming in the
dude pool, and not one of the players.

"Nah, we didn't know about Coach Jeremy until Tyler told us," Ollie said.

"Your...catcher?  Sounds fucking hot."  Derrick couldn't remember which of
the two catchers exactly was Tyler, but they were both hot.  And if he was
going to pick a member of the coaching staff to bang...yeah, the new head
coach was definitely a stud.

"Yeah they are," Ollie said with a happy sigh.

"Dude, you like anyone who'll give you a good dicking," Andy teased.

Ollie cocked an eyebrow.  "Seem to recall you riding Coach's pole more than
once."

"Fair," Andy admitted.  "Not just me."  The teammates shared a chuckle.

"So he was banging most of the team and then you guys got in on the action,
huh?  That's some dick he's got."

"Nah, it was just the four of us for a while," Ollie said.  "But then, you
know, some of the other guys tried some stuff and found out they liked it,
so, you know," he shrugged, "here we are."

"Banging security guards," Derrick finished.

"Dude, he was seriously hot," Andy put in.  He gave Derrick a considering
look.  "He your boyfriend or something?"

"Or something," Derrick answered with a tilt of his head.  "He does what I
tell him, and I make sure he has some awesome orgasms."

Andy snorted.  "So you're not a cop at all, are you?"

Derrick grinned.  "Busted.  But that that little toy you enjoyed so much
really is an expensive prototype a research buddy of mine loaned me, and I
will need it back Andrew."

"Andy," the pitcher replied.

Derrick laughed.  "Fair.  You earned it Andy."

"How 'bout me?" Ollie asked.  He hadn't stopped playing with himself during
this conversation, and his glans glistened each time his tugging pulled
back his 'skin.

"Ready already, huh?" Derrick said.  "Pretty quick for someone who just
blew a load."

"That was my third," the dark-haired jock boasted.  "Got a wakeup BJ and
then we had a little JO session after breakfast."

Derrick looked impressed.  "Shit, you guys always get off that much?"

"Yeah man, we've been on a tear this semester.  Could go a couple more
times today for sure."

"Love that dick, huh?"

"Yeah, who knew?  Not complaining though--we get way more play now than we
ever did banging chicks."

"Especially now that you've got the whole team ready to swing on your
dicks."  This was a classic SN8549 scenario if Derrick had ever seen
one--but there was no way a couple dozen of the little white pills had gone
missing from Ollo.  The last time that'd happened had been over a year ago
when one of the research team accidentally left an almost-empty bottle
behind in his hotel room.  And they'd all been extra-careful about security
ever since...oh shit.  Derrick thought furiously: there was no SN8549 in
those test cosmetics he was pretty sure...but he was going to have to ask
Jamie what they _had put in there.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Jesus," TJ interrupted.  "You think you found our missing samples?  Right
here on campus this whole time?"

Derrick nodded.  "I did a little digging, and their new head coach?  Jeremy
Masterson?  Turns out he may not have left Arizona on his own."  TJ cocked
an eyebrow.  "Rumor is that he was helping some of his players juice and
they eased him out."

"Well that's definitely shady.  Still seems pretty unlikely though.  I
mean, something is definitely weird here, and it's not anything I know
about, but still..."

"Well there's a bit more," Derrick said.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Some of his suspicion must've shown on his face, because Andy suddenly
looked cautious.  "Well, I mean, it's not the whole team."

Ollie snorted.  "Only cuz we're too busy boning to see if the other guys
are down to play."

"Well, I mean, maybe they are, maybe not," Andy temporized.

"Shit, I heard your team captain loved John's ass.  I'm surprised he's not
doing your recruiting for you."  Derrick needed more info, but realized he
needed a distraction to get Andy to lower his guard again.  So he got on
his knees in front of Ollie and took over jacking duties.  "I mean, let's
face it, you guys are all horny, and you obviously don't have any hangups
about helping each other out.  If some of the seniors led the way I'm sure
the other guys would join in."  He leaned forward and took Ollie's knob
briefly into his mouth, savoring its taste.

The short stop gasped.  "I dunno, maybe.  I've kinda lost track of who's
fooled around with who by now."  He began moving his hips.  "Fuck that
feels good," he muttered, "suck it man."  Derrick hummed contentedly as the
fat shaft filled his throat.

"Taste good?" Andy asked knowingly.

"Of course," Derrick replied, pausing to catch his breath.  "But yeah, you
guys are a treat."

Andy chuckled.  "Yeah we are.  One taste and dudes are hooked," he said
with pride.

"Every time, huh?" Derrick asked.  He ran the flat of his tongue up the
length of the short stop's shaft, then held the base in place while he
flicked the tip against the frenulum.  Andy's eyes were locked on the
display.

"So far," he replied faintly.  The sight of his roommate getting head was
clearly affecting him.

Derrick could believe it: as much dick as he'd sucked over the years there
was still something special about these two, and again he was finding it
hard to concentrate on anything but the flavor coating his tongue.  "Your
coach taste this good too?"

"Fuck yeah he does," Ollie agreed.  "I could swing on his dick all day
long."

Andy nodded in agreement.  "Or Tyler's," he added.

"Oh yeah, Tyler's," Ollie sighed, "anytime.  Remember when Khaled and
Resnick practically got in a fight over who was going to blow him after the
Idaho game?"

Andy chuckled.  "Heh heh.  They were two thirsty dudes that day for sure."

"They're not the only ones.  Feed me your dick dude."

"Onnit."  Andy straddled his roommate's torso and positioned his groin in
front of him.  "Nice..." he sighed as Ollie started sucking him.  "Love
that mouth of yours man."

Derrick filed the last exchange away and then decided it was time to focus
on his own activities.  Good thing he'd had the last several months to
practice on Dave, he thought, or he never could've handled Ollie's meat.
Hard to believe the donkey-dicked student was a committed bottom, but
whatever floated his boat; Derrick wasn't going to complain.  He began
bobbing up and down, increasingly turned on as Ollie's scent and taste
filled his senses, and without thinking began beating his own meat; he was
vaguely surprised at how hard he already was again.  The little white pills
had definitely boosted his sex drive the last few years, but even by those
standards he was rocking it this afternoon.

The taste of Ollie's precum got his juices flowing, providing some welcome
lubrication for his fist.  Ollie had begun making muffled grunts as
Derrick's mouth worked him over, but the grad student was becoming
impatient for the main event.  He paused long enough to get a glob of spit
on his left index finger, then slid it into the short stop's eager hole.
The extra moisture was unnecessary as it turned out: the bottom was still
full of lube and Derrick's recent load, and adding a second finger was a
breeze.  Ollie groaned around Andy's dick and began thrusting deep, bucking
extra hard each time his prostate got hit.  All three of them were into the
scene now, their grunts and whimpers increasing in volume as they
approached orgasm.  "Fuck yes," Andy groaned, ass muscles flexing as he
pumped into Ollie's mouth.  "Oh fuck yeah, I'm close dude!"

But to his surprise Derrick was actually the first one to nut.  Maybe it
was the fact that he knew how to work his own dick exactly the way he
liked, or maybe it was something else, but with a surprised grunt he
realized he was going to shoot in 3...2...1... "Unnnggfff!!!"  Somehow he
was able to keep going with the blow job, but he definitely lost focus as
he sprayed a smaller but still decent amount of jizz on the jock's calf and
the floor.

"Ohthat'sfuckin'hot," the pitcher muttered intensely as he watched Derrick
blow his load.  "Ohfuck yeahshootitshootit...uh!  Uh! UHH!!"  If it wasn't
already obvious that he'd begun getting off the wet gulping noises Ollie
started making settled it.

God I love my job, Derrick thought.  The only thing missing, the cherry on
the sundae of his post-orgasmic glow, was one last mouthful of fresh jock
cum.  So even as Andy slumped, one arm braced against the wall and looking
thoroughly drained, Derrick got back to business.  His ring finger joined
the first two deep in Ollie's slick hole, and he resumed his energetic
bobbing up and down.  Eager for the taste of more precum he wrapped his
jizz-coated hand around the base of Ollie's pole to tug the 'skin back.
The combination of probing fingers, squeezing grip, and tongue polishing
was more than enough stimulation for the horned-up jock, and he promptly
began flooding Derrick's gullet.  It wasn't clear what exactly he was
saying with Andy's cock still in his mouth, but from his tone he was
definitely enjoying the moment.

When it was clear that there wasn't any more liquid treat to be had Derrick
reluctantly released the short stop from his mouth.  There was surprisingly
little mess: both of them had swallowed their respective loads thoroughly,
and even though the room reeked of male sex the only noticeable source of
cum was Derrick's own load.  He looked around for something he could use as
a cum rag.  There was a pair of boxer briefs on the floor within reach, and
he grabbed them to wipe off his hand; they weren't his, but the ball
players probably had enough cum rags going into their laundry already that
one more stained item wasn't going to make a difference.  "Good times
guys," he said, standing up.

Andy collapsed onto the bed, still breathing hard.  "Yeah it was," he
agreed.  Ollie nodded feebly in agreement, equally spent.

"You guys come buckets," Derrick commented, "fuckin' awesome."

"Somethin' about dudes, man," Andy said, "been like a freakin' cum factory
ever since we started foolin' around."

"Yeah?" Derrick feigned disinterest as he started collecting his clothes.
"Whose the biggest juicer on your team?"

"We are, of course," Andy exchanged a high five with Ollie, "fuckin' just
about drown the newbies the first couple of times they go down."  The two
of them shared a satisfied smirk.

"Tyler shoots a lot too man," Ollie commented.

"Ha! True.  I don't think Antoine got more than half of it the first time
he tried."

"Or Jordan."

"Yeah but he was trying to figure out how to take Mack up the ass at the
same time, so he gets a pass."

"Still though."

"Yeah, and he did take a while to clean it all up good."  Andy considered.
"Yeah, Tyler's a shooter, no doubt."  He looked at Derrick consideringly.
"You could take him though.  I mean shit, you took Ollie like a champ."

"Maybe I will," Derrick said as he stepped back into his pants.  "Sounds
pretty fuckin' hot."  He paused.  "Or maybe I should do your coach."

The ball players' eyes widened at that.  "Oh Jesus," Ollie said, "I'd pay
to see that."

"Think I could swallow his whole load?" Derrick asked, pulling on his
shirt.

"He comes as much as we do," Andy said, "but you handled Ollie, so
yeah...yeah you could.  Don't think he'd let you fuck him though."

Derrick leaned into the two of them with a fierce grin.  "Maybe we'd both
fuck _you," he growled.  He pressed his thumbs against their lips, one per
mouth, and they both opened for him.  "Think about it."  He leaned back,
leaving them both with mouths hanging half-open, and started pulling on his
shoes.

"Fuuuuck dude," Ollie said finally, "I would definitely be down for that."

"I think the whole team would," Andy agreed faintly.

"Yeah?" Derrick asked, lacing up his sneakers, "You gonna teach the rest of
them to take dick this summer?"

"Workin' on it," Andy said.

"Good boy.  Can't wait to meet 'em all."  He grabbed the dildo, rolled it
up in his jacket, and grabbed the doorknob.

"Hey!" Andy called out, "How are we gonna find you?  We don't even know
your name dude?'

"You can ask my boy next time you see him," Derrick said, "and you can call
me Sir."  With that he walked out, whistling as he left the dorm.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"So let me get this right," TJ said, "something like half the baseball team
are fucking each other nonstop, and it started this spring.  They come like
firehoses, and some of them have magic dicks that are almost impossible to
resist."

"Yep, two for sure, probably the Tyler kid...and if the way they talk about
their coach is any indication then he's another one.  Which makes four."
Derrick let that number hang there.

"Who has a history of dosing his athletes with performance enhancing
drugs..."  TJ drummed his fingers on the desk, thinking furiously.  "Fuck!
Okay, let's say that's where our missing experiments ended up, the fuck
knows how.  So those four start using it...it had testosterone in there, so
they're superstars on the field and now they're horny little fuckers to
boot, but...the rest of the team?  That doesn't fit."

"It was for the Spanish Fly program, remember?"

"Oh fuck!  The pheromone shit.  But none of that was high dosage--we were
looking for something that didn't need a major FDA review."

"Yeah, but I don't think these guys were exactly following the directions
on the label.  Which wasn't on there anyway," Derrick said.  "And there's
more."

"Oookaaaay..."

"There weren't any of our usual suspects in there--no SN4965--but Jamie's
team was playing with different cocktails of related stuff, to see if they
could get a mild sex buzz going without full-on switching to dick."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah.  And one of the guys on the team apparently was worried enough about
slutting around that he got tested regularly for STIs."  Derrick consulted
his phone.  "The backup first base player, Darryl Khaled."

"He go to the school clinic?"

"Yep."  The college had contracted that out to Ollo: the price was more
than fair, and Ollo got points for supporting the local institution.  The
occasional HIPAA violation had gone unnoticed; why would Ollo break into
its own lab's database, after all?

"And?"

"Blood samples from January and April were still in storage; I had Jamie's
team run 'em through all their tests.  And the April one had very
noticeable levels of something that looked a lot like an SN4965 metabolite,
according to the tech."

"Aw fuck."

"Yeah, and it gets worse.  Their #1 catcher--" he checked his phone again--
"Tyler, went in for some knee surgery back in February and had some
follow-up blood work a couple weeks later when there was a possible
infection."

"Lemme guess: more metabolites."

"Fucking swimming in it.  Off the charts, if you knew what to look for."

"Shit!  Shitshitshitshit."  TJ took a deep breath.  "Okay, all hands on
this one.  We need a battle plan ASAP.  We have two weeks at most until
they're done playing in the nationals, and then that whole team is going to
scatter for the summer.  If anyone at all notices that half of them have
fallen in love with dick it is going to be very very unpleasant for all of
us.  Ollo's lawyers will cut us loose in a heartbeat to save the corporate
hide, and then it'll really get nasty."

Derrick nodded slowly, his face grim as the implications of his discovery
sunk in.  "Okay.  I haven't given him the whole story yet, but Jamie's
already getting the technical report ready for you.  I'll grab some folks,
start thinking about how to keep our little guinea pigs happy and quiet."

"Happy is nice, but quiet is a must.  Got it, Derrick?"

"Roger."

"Okay, everyone in my office in an hour.  Fun time is over."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The dark-haired agent looked smugly at his superior; the blonde known as
Halders looked thoughtful as she listened to the end of the recording.  "I
told you those fuckers at Ollo weren't playing straight with us."

"Well that's why we bugged their offices, isn't it Sterling?"

"Yes ma'am.  But still."

"They certainly failed to mention a few details during the CUY debrief.
But it's clear they didn't know about this...surprise either, at least
then.  I don't blame them for not mentioning a security breach that wasn't
connected to our joint venture."

"So you're just going to let this slide?"  The junior agent let his
disbelief show.

"Oh no.  No no.  When good luck comes knocking you let her in."  She tapped
one manicured nail against her lip, thinking.

"So what should we do?"

"Right now?  Nothing.  Let's see how well they can tidy up their mess
before we get sucked in.  But after that...I think it's time to re-engage
with our pharmaceutical friends."