Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 13:38:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex VIII: Rex and the Silver Fox Snatchers (Part Two)

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The Adventures of Rex VIII: -   Rex and the Silver Fox Snatchers (Part Two)



Uncle Rex had one of those Mondays that just dragged like the weight of one
hundred bricks tied around your waist. But he awoke Tuesday with excitement
and expectation! Tonight Collin was out with Rolf and he was being trained
as an undercover agent by Inspector Hardwood...trained in every way to meet
the challenge of Wednesday's possible encounter with the Silver Fox
Snatchers. He was putting himself completely in the inspector's very
capable hands!

Little did Uncle Rex know, but Rolf was only pretending to be taking Collin
out for the evening...Collin was all set to arrive home early and get his
laptop with spy cam software all set to watch just inside the stairway to
the old cellar. He'd see all that went on in his uncle's bedroom and also
hear all the plans for the Wednesday night mission. Collin heard his uncle
up early this Tuesday and just played along as if he were going out and had
no idea what was afoot.

His uncle stood gawking in his wardrobe as Collin walked by his open
bedroom door. Collin hungrily surveyed his fit uncle's furry, streamlined
near on six foot form as he stood in just navy blue bikini style underwear
and long dark OTC socks. For almost 51, his Uncle Rex was a showstopper!
His uncle's back was turned away and all Collin could do was drool as he
wiggled his round, tight cycler's ass in that wonderfully sexy pair of
underwear.

"What to wear? What to pick?" His uncle breathed quietly.

"Hi, Uncle Rex...looking good....go that way. Great look!" Collin chided
and made his uncle jump and turn on his socked toes.

"Smart ass! Good morning to you, too. I just want to look decent to visit
the police inspector's office tonight.

Something...professional. Hard to pick. I'll be down for a bit of breakfast
in a sec." Uncle Rex said as he spun back to his overstuffed wardrobe.

Collin smiled knowingly. He knew exactly why his uncle wanted to look "just
so"...he knew!

It was not long until his uncle strode into the kitchen wearing a light
blue pressed shirt and one of his navy blue tailored suit coats and
matching slacks. He held one of his nicest pairs of recently polished black
leather slip-on loafers in his hand as he sat down at the small table and
nimbly slipped each on to his OTC navy ribbed socked feet. Collin watched
keenly as he presented coffee and toast to his uncle's place at the table.

"Thanks, Collin. Now you have fun tonight and just be out as long as you
want. I'll be home after my meeting with Inspector Hardwood and just enjoy
a quiet night before my mission tomorrow. Ok?" Uncle Rex said as he turned
to sip his coffee.

"Sure, you just rest up. I am worried....LOTS! And I am not sure the
inspector knows how to handle this case and keep you safe from harm."
Collin said starring intently at this uncle threw his now steamed up
spectacle lenses.

"You just enjoy tonight and I know that all will go well
tomorrow...provided they come looking for me in the big limo and offer me a
ride. Who knows, it might be a false alarm. But I must be prepared!" Uncle
Rex said thoughtfully as his combed reddish grey hair bobbed slightly as he
shook his head up and down in subtle agreement with his own statement.

The pair dashed off as per normal and Collin felt anxiety creep in as his
uncle departed for work at his usual tube stop and he carried alone to his
destination. Rolf was waiting in the shop and looking anxious as
well...both would have a strange day before them. Rolf having to pretend to
take Collin out for the night and Collin sneaking home before Rex to spy on
the events to come with Inspector Hardwood; it was putting great stress
into both of their lives and making things very awkward.

Both said little all day and Collin could not wait to get back home and set
up well before his uncle was due to arrive.  And Rex...he, too was musing
about what might happen tonight. It was a real undercover operation but
somehow he felt like it was a date. A sex date at that!

His work seemed silly and frivolous today, Rex wanted to just be finished
and get home for his meeting. His socked feet seemed to fidget inside his
shoes and his hand always found his swollen crotch under his desk. His
uncut cock raged inside his tight underwear and he could feel the moist
pre-cum oozing out and making him all wet inside. He hoped that nobody
would notice as he went about his daily work chores and hid his large
trouser bulge behind files and papers as he walked from office to office
when needed. He thought all would see and know....Rex had hot sex on his
mind!




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Collin made it home hours before his Uncle Rex. The software on his laptop
would pick up the hidden spy camera in his uncle's bedroom if he were not
too far off; the old cellar beneath the rear of the house was
perfect...damp, dark...but just close enough! Collin changed into a comfy
black jogging suit and donned very soft, rubber soled shoes so not to be
heard if he needed to creep about secretly during this "special meeting",
if you could call it that, with Inspector Hardwood.

Collin moved all he needed to just outside the cellar doorway by the
kitchen, made sure his battery was well charged and he had snacks and
drinks...it could be a long night. The old cellar door would stay shut but
he could hear movement and make out voices...he'd hidden once there a few
months ago just for fun and it worked a charm.

Collin's biggest concern was if his uncle's meeting took place in the
living room...he prayed they'd move upstairs to the master bedroom! The
thought of not knowing all that took place scared and angered Collin...he
really felt that what that stupid inspector planned to do to his uncle
tonight as part of his mission training session, if what he overheard was
true, then the bedroom was the only real viable option.


So Collin shut the cellar door, switched on the laptop...viewed his uncle's
now gloomy room on the little screen and waited. And waited!





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Uncle Rex swooped into the front door at nearly 7pm...Collin heard the
noise and checked his watch.

Collin could hear his uncle move from the front of the house to the
kitchen, his black leather slip-ons making a distinct sound as he walked
along the kitchen tiled floor. His uncle seemed to be humming some mindless
tune and was busying himself preparing some sort of meal before his guest
was due to show up.  Collin was pleased he had such good sound quality
through the old cellar door!

The sounds of meal preparation mixed with a jovial Uncle Rex made the time
move along for poor Collin as he sat listening just on the other side of
the old cellar door.




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Inspector Davis Hardwood made his way up the front steps of Rex's terraced
dwelling just before his eight PM deadline. The Inspector was a proud and
fastidious man who did not like to be late...ever!  His own private life
remained rather dull and tonight having Rex all to himself was both a
professional and private triumph! Life alone in his a meagre flat an hour
north was so boring. Finding other men to play with whom he really fancied
was not all that easy, especially when you looked so retro and were a bit
stuffy. Plus being over 40 was another downside...well; at least he'd
always thought so. Rex and this undercover mission had been a revelation
and a blessing.

The weight of the old suitcase he carried seemed to make him walk a bit
lopsided and he was pleased he was able to park his old car not too far
down the street from Rex's abode. How did a guy like him amass so many sex
toys and gadgets? He must have been collecting for 20 years or so.

The knock on the door was a welcome sound for Rex who had just finished
washing up a few bits and pieces at the kitchen sink and he nearly skipped
off to open the door. Collin heard the sprightly steps as he passed by the
cellar door and he knew the show was about to start.

The Inspector stood in his brown tweed suit and nearly matching trilby
style hat with that large suitcase by his side...Rex chuckled as he opened
the front door wide.  "Sorry, but you remind me of a travelling salesman of
years gone by!"

Inspector Hardwood smiled....and moved inside...lugging the case along with
him.

"Here Inspector, let me take this....wow.....heavy!" Rex added as he moved
the case inside the front hallway as the inspector shut the front door.

"Thanks, Rex...please call me Davis. We are a team you know!"  Rex smiled
and motioned to the front room.

"Please come in, put your hat there by the stairs...join me for a drink."
Davis Hardwood removed his hat, hung it and followed Rex to the now lit
living room. Davis Hardwood could not take his eyes off his new undercover
agent's tight ass as he moved along to the living room, the trousers he
wore were tight and showed off Rex's rear assets perfectly!

"I take it your nephew is out...for a few hours at least!" The inspector
asked as he sat on the couch.

Rex moved to the sideboard and poured two crystal glasses of sherry and
walked back to the couch.

"Yes, he's out and we can prepare for our mission of tomorrow night...as we
planned!"  Rex said with a glint in his playful green eyes as he handed the
inspector the sherry glass.

"Cheers...and to our successful training session and mission!"  Davis held
his glass up and agreed. "Here, here!"  The two drank and then Rex relaxed
into his favourite chair facing the inspector who sat close by.

"What's the plan....how do we proceed tonight?"

Rex asked coyly...internally he wanted a hot sex session and as soon as
possible. Davis Hardwood was not overtly sexy in the obvious ways; he
exuded a slightly mysterious quality...very noir and Sam Spade
like....manly...duty bound and brooding. Rex was highly intrigued and also
adored the little trimmed moustache he sported!

"Well, you see the case in the hall....the heavy one you lifted in...it's
full of things I need to explore with you before tomorrow night's
mission. I need you to be open to anything those thugs might throw your
way, you my dear Rex, must be ready!"  Rex sat upright and looked alert. "I
am all yours, train me....sir!"

The inspector smirked as Rex joked but he could not help but notice how
impeccable he looked.

Rex's blue tailed suit coat and matching trousers looked so perfect and the
silky necktie, still neatly displayed against Rex's light blue shirt added
a further stylish touch. And that wavy reddish grey hair, all combed in
place over his handsome, manly face...well, Davis Hardwood was really
impressed and...very aroused!

"You look perfect, Rex. I want you to wear this exact outfit tomorrow
night. I know you may have worn it today, but trust me...wear it all...even
the underwear, again tomorrow. I want to know what you have on right down
to your lovely dark socks so that when they toss it all out the car window,
I'll know it's yours!"

Davis looked serious as he said this and Rex nodded.

"I will....every item the same, whiffy or not. I promise!"  Davis smiled
broadly.

"Good and now we can begin. We shall work up in your bedroom. Let's move up
there, pull the curtains closed...we must not be seen...and get you ready!"

Rex eagerly stood and moved to the front hall, grabbed the suitcase and
stepped his way up the stairs with the inspector right behind him.

Collin heard the men mounting the stairs above his head and knew he was in
luck. The little screen sprang to life as his uncle moved into the master
bedroom and snapped on the bedside lamp. Now Collin could see all!

Rex dutifully put the suitcase down in the corner of the large room and
moved to the windows. He carefully pulled the heavy drapes shut and spun
around to face his new mentor.  "Well, here we are. Did you buy all those
items in your suitcase or did the police station fund your endeavours? It
feels very full if I can judge by the weight."

Davis Hardwood gazed at Rex who stood by the bed and felt those delightful
green eyes watching him, examining him and possibly...enjoying him.

"You are right. The case is full. And they are...my things. Ummm, purely
for researching this case. Not for my....ummm...pleasures. Heavens no!"

Rex played along. He knew this collection of toys might be a bit
embarrassing to such a stuffy fellow like Davis. So Rex just nodded but
knew Davis was telling a white lie...and then some!  Collin could just
about see both men on his small screen. The spy cam was focussed on the bed
as centre and Rex and the inspector were just on the edges of the
frame...Collin watched greedily and with a fair amount of jealousy.

Davis began to move slowly toward Rex who was just a few steps away. He
pulled himself free of his tweed suit jacket and tossed it aimlessly away;
loosening his old necktie a bit as he spoke.


"Now as far as I can tell from what little I know about the previous
attacks, the men are each stripped fully of their clothing. Everything! Not
a stitch left after the limo drives all over central London. I am sure it's
done forcibly and so you must just relax and not fight. We must let events
take their natural course so that I can follow you to the hideaway using
our little tracking device which I will affix to you after our session
tonight. Relax Rex and let me strip you...completely!"

Collin watched and bit his lip hard. Davis was such an asshole; he hated
him for using his poor Uncle Rex like this. Davis rolled up his white shirt
sleeves and stood poised...ready.

Rex allowed the inspector to move aggressively upon him. He recalled that
he had been told not to resist and he just went limp and allowed free
access to all areas. Davis had small but meaty hands.

As Rex stood still, Davis Hardwood pulled his navy blue suit coat free and
dropped it by the bed. He aggressively attacked the necktie and soon it was
gone; button by button the lovely dress shirt was opened to reveal Rex's
rusty ringlets of chest fur...it too was yanked and tugged and ended up on
the carpet. Rex stood topless and Davis eyed his furry, muscular chest and
his perky aroused man-nips and smiled.

"Fine, Rex...you are doing fine. Let them have their nasty way...let them
strip you bare!"

Davis sounded almost evil to Collin who heard as well as saw thanks to the
spy cam. The scene of his wonderful Uncle Rex being stripped by this
overzealous has-been police inspector made Collin sick...but he also found
it fucking hot!

Rex noted a joyful glint in Davis Hardwood's eyes...he knew the guy was
enjoying seeing him revealed bit by fleshy bit.

"They might grab your nipples, like this and squeeze....like this!"

Davis growled as if possessed and he tweaked Rex's exposed man nipples with
his strong finger tips....a real hard pinch. This made Rex yelp
uncontrollably.

"Be strong Rex...be strong!" Davis said loudly as he again twisted and
pinched those delicious nipples of his trainee. Rex closed his eyes as the
piercing pain sang out through his skull like a high pitched soprano on
speed.

Davis wasted no time, he lunged and tugged at Rex's belt and
trousers...pushed Rex to the foot of the bed and shoved him flat on his
back. Rex sprawled backward and watched as Davis grabbed at his black
slip-on shoes and yanked them off...one and then the other. He was truly
surprised at just how strong and aggressive stuffy Inspector Davis Hardwood
really was...a tiger in sheep's clothing and how!

Davis tossed the shoes aside and grabbed both of Rex's size 11 feet in his
hands...the navy blue ribbed socks were moist and aromatic. Davis inhaled
deeply as the scent of Rex's sexy sculptured man-feet filled the room.

Rex's silky ribbed socks were tightly covering each foot and Davis noted a
distinct sweat impression on each after a busy day at the office. The toes
each had made a roundish smudge and Davis felt his cock stiffening to full
size inside his own trousers.

The inspector grabbed Rex's right foot even tighter around the ankle and
pulled it up to his face and shouted in a gruff voice.  "These deviants
might have all sorts of fetishes, Rex...they might lick and sniff your toes
like this!"

Davis sniffed the toe of the sock and nearly fainted with delight, Rex's
feet did not stink...no...each exuded a male musk. A scent of leather,
work...and passion!

Collin watched on his laptop and tried desperately not jerk-off on the
cellar steps...he was supposed to be keeping an eye on his dear beloved
uncle tonight, not getting his rocks off!  Rex laid back and played along
as if nobody had ever worshipped his near famous feet before...he felt
Davis was so into his role as the mentor to the undercover trainee that any
mention of the truth of Rex's raging sexual appetite would be a mood killer
for sure.

Davis lost in a world of his own carried on sniffing and nibbling the
socked toes of Rex's right foot...Rex could feel his toes getting all wet
from this zealous oral devotion.  Rex's manly toe taste was sending Davis
far beyond his wildest dreams of what this session tonight would be
like...he tried to stay focussed on preparing his new undercover agent BUT
it was DAMN HARD!

"They strip you completely...so even if they love your socks and they
will...they throw them out the limo window!"  Davis rasped and grabbed the
sock material and yanked it away from Rex's perfect foot to reveal the
tender pink flesh beneath. Rex's exposed slender toes waggled in the fresh
air as Davis lapped his tongue vigorously all over the big toe. The
slathering tongue work was making Rex so horny...his uncut man-rod ached to
be freed from his tight underwear.

Davis grabbed the left foot and pulled the sock away and took a rather
fiendish bite of Rex's juicy heel flesh. Rex howled in pain and delight.

"ohhhh....mmmmmm....that hurts and feels good!"

Davis now used his strength to yank both trousers and underwear off of Rex
as he lay on his bed...he was cooperating fully and allowed the inspector
this final act of the disrobing. He was now fully nude, spread eagle and
aroused! Davis saw the large, uncut tool laying amidst a nest of rusty
pubic ringlets. Rex watched as the inspector hungrily took in the sight of
his masterpiece and made himself swell to full, luxurious length as his
ample foreskin automatically pulled back allowing the purplish pink
cock-knob some air.

The inspector noted the copious pre-cum oozing onto Rex's tummy from the
cock-slit.  "Do you always juice up so much, Rex...as a matter of clinical
interest...purely."

The inspector growled as if not really interested.

"Mmmm, I do....and I will all night until I cum!" Rex answered looking
Davis straight in the eyes.

"The thugs in the limo will love you....just love you!" Davis retorted in a
near dream-like trance gazing at Rex's near six foot naked form on the
bed. So fit, so furry...so HOT!  Rex lay; rubbing his long muscular legs
back and forth along the duvet cover.  "What now? What might they do next?
Take me to their hideout or do more in the limo?"

Davis pondered Rex's simple question and looked serious...his reverie
broken momentarily.

"I do not know, Rex. These are all guesses based on what little I know
about this case. I will be on your tail in my car at a safe distance and
the tracker will keep me informed of your whereabouts if I lose you. Are
you certain you want to do this mission tomorrow night?"

Rex answered the inspector with words and deeds.

"I am really sure...one hundred percent...see!"

Rex reared up on his large bare feet, lifting his ass up off the bed...his
uncut cock raging and dripping. He used one hand, reached up between his
open legs and spread his ass apart just under his pendulous ball
sack. Rex's fur ringed winking pink man-hole made Davis' heart skip a
beat. Rex's playful fingers rubbed his sensitive ass bud thus making the
inspector ravenous for what lay ahead during tonight's mission preparation
session.

"You are ready....what a trooper!" Inspector Davis Hardwood sighed aloud as
he planned the next phase of the evening.

Collin nearly bust a nut as his cock ached to be stroked as he watched his
uncle on the small screen. How could this be right? How could Davis truly
prepare him for being taken by this crazy limo riding wackjobs? Collin felt
Inspector Davis Hardwood was using his uncle and this made him so
angry...but what could he do? Run upstairs and throw creepy Davis out?
Uncle Rex would know he'd been spying and lying about going out with
Rolf. And then Rolf would be in deep shit, too. Uncle Rex would be
cross...Collin felt sure.

Davis had turned away from Uncle Rex and had knelt by the corner of
Collin's small frame; he could hear rummaging sounds. He was obviously
digging around inside his suitcase on the floor.

Rex resumed his spread eagled readiness on the bed as Inspector Hardwood
rose up and shoved a rather long dildo towards him.

"Get up Rex. This is one of several dildos I brought to test you on. Does
it scare you?" The inspector asked in a schoolteacher-like way.

Rex nodded and said in a quiet voice to play his part. "No, not really...I
have not seen one just like that. What do I do?"  Rex's large green eyes
all awash with fake innocence blinked up a leering Davis.

"Kneel here on the bed's foot and suck the dildo's big round
cock-head...they may make you suck their real cocks...have a go working
this with your tongue and supple lips. Come on, don't be shy!"

Davis waved the dildo about and Rex sat up and moved forward on his knees
and met the dildo head on...his mouth opened and in the big round knob
slid. Davis held tight to the toy as Rex gingerly began to give the plastic
toy a good and thorough blowjob.  "Use your tongue, lick it. Think of what
you like...do it to the toy!" The bossy inspector urged.  Rex lapped at the
plastic cock knob and suckled it like a real cock. He'd never sucked a
dildo before...so this was new ground. Davis watched and wished he'd used
his own cock for Rex's workout but some semblance of order had to
remain. If Davis stripped off, he knew that he'd be less than a
professional...he'd become demonic sex pig!

Rex sucked and worked the dildo in and out of his mouth until Davis shouted
more instructions.

"Now do a deep throat number on it, they may force you to tomorrow night,
so get ready...really take it all the way...down the gullet!"  Rex felt
like gagging as Davis pushed the dildo into Rex's mouth and now gaping
throat...down...down.  Rex nearly threw up but he held on and waited as the
dildo was removed...he gasped for air.

Being a secret undercover agent in a sex case was really not that
easy...Rex mused as he recovered.

Collin could just about see what was going on at the foot of his uncle's
bed and plus Davis had his back to the camera and blocked much of the
shot. Collin was getting very anxious and seriously considering breaking
his silence and bursting in to save his uncle from any further humiliation
at the hands of the fucking twerp, Inspector Shithead Hardwood!

This was almost too much for Collin to watch and he normally loved to spy
on dear sexy Uncle Rex!  The sweat stains on the shirt under each of the
inspector's armpits were growing larger even though the temperatures
outdoors was getting a bit chilly as the night wore on. Davis was giving
this session his all!

Collin watched and seethed. A momentary flicker caused the small laptop
screen to dim and flicker. The battery was charged...at least it was hours
ago! Collin felt a shudder go through his whole body.

Davis began to lick his index finger provocatively.

"Now, Rex lay back and raise your legs up...feet up...high...facing me!"

Rex looked up at Davis from his kneeling position.

"Shouldn't I have a go sucking you; seriously...I'd love a real cock for
training purposes purely!"

Davis could not help but laugh.

"You Rex are a total hottie and yes, I'd love to oblige BUT this is not a
date and I must keep my head about me. If I strip off and become more
active...I will really not be held responsible for my actions, we must stay
focused!"  Rex nodded sadly and lay back slowly onto the large bed. He then
lifted his muscular, cycle-toned legs high and pulled each back with his
hands so to present his wide open ass crack and delicious bare feet before
a very ready Inspector Hardwood.

Davis licked his finger to further moisten it until spit was dripping from
it and he knelt forward onto the mattress. He positioned himself before
Rex's gapping man-crack and looked seriously at his trainee.

"This may hurt. They will most likely not use lube tomorrow but you might
be lucky. I shall use spit; they will at least use saliva, I hope."

Collin, only seeing the action from around the backside of clothed
Inspector Hardwood, could make out his uncle's bare feet waving just above
his mentor's head as he moved in to finger fiddle that tender hole.

Davis bent low and watched closely as he positioned his finger just outside
the edge of the tight pink rose bud...the furry rusty red ringlets of ass
hair making the view just about as close to perfection as possible. The
moist finger played along the outer edge and teased gingerly over the hole
itself.  Rex jiggled his feet and closed his eyes as the pleasurable finger
play carried on. Davis knew ass play...he might not have had lots of
hands-on experience of late BUT he was damn good, Rex mused, as he enjoyed
the sensations.

"They might want to sniff your ass a bit...like this."  Davis said in a
nonchalant tone as he moved his finger aside and moved downward, sticking
his face inside Rex's wide open ass crack. Rex sensed the moustache tickle
his flesh and tried not to giggle...but it was hard. A huge grin filled his
handsome face.

"Be serious, Rex. This is all for your own good. You must be prepared!"
Davis said in a muffled voice from down inside Rex's ass cheeks.

The inspector nuzzled Rex's warm, sweaty man-hole. Rex had not showered or
bathed since morning, he still smelled clean but fragrant...sweaty,
manly...HOT! His ass scent gave Davis untold pleasure as he pushed his
nostrils right into muscle ring of Rex's man-bud and breathed deeply!

At this point poor Collin's screen flickered and darkened. An outline of an
empty battery flashed before his wide open eyes. His laptop needed
recharging and all his cables were up in his room...he sat on the dark
cellar steps and felt like weeping.  Quickly, he rummaged in his jogging
suit single pocket and located his mobile phone. He had no choice; he did
not trust Davis Hardwood to be alone with his uncle at all. He switched the
phone on and called Rolf...and prayed.




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Nordic bear Rolf, sweet, stocky and feeling like a heel sat in his flat and
brooded. He knew he'd betrayed his buddy Rex by letting Collin sneak back
to spy on his meeting and now he felt guilty as the night moved on.

The mobile phone tone and the name "Collin" made Rolf jump...had something
gone wrong?

Rolf grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and answered.  "Collin,
what's up? Trouble?"

Collin whispered in a rushed way and sounded exasperated.  "Rolf, I can't
explain it all but...I am trapped in the cellar and poor Uncle Rex is alone
with creepy Inspector Hardwood and I can't really spy anymore...things
didn't work out as planned. Call my uncle's mobile and distract him. Tell
him I am home and you could not convince me to go out tonight. I'll take
the blame...please!"  Rolf said he knew this would happen and said he'd
borrow a nearby friend's car and pop over to add some support and it would
take about 20 minutes but he'd also call Rex and blow Collin's cover. He
also said he'd share the blame...we both care about Rex and that was his
final word before he hung up.  Meanwhile up in Rex's bedroom, Davis had
just slid his finger deep in Rex's waiting moist hole.

Davis was rubbing it all around inside the velvet cavity and feeling all
the nooks and crannies...loving every inch!  Rex was laying back, feet held
high and just riding that finger...then a mobile phone rang.

"That's not mine...I switched mine off!"

Davis said...pulling his finger out with a slight sucking sound.  Rex
stirred and rolled onto his two bare feet, he hit the carpet with a thud.
"Sorry, mine...probably Collin. I'd better check."  Davis quickly popped
the finger, all slick with Rex's ass juices, and right into his mouth and
enjoyed a burst of man taste...Davis felt his cock nearly pop out of his
trousers!  Rex's tall naked form strode to the discarded trousers and
located the phone and sighed.

"Rolf, what's up? Is Collin ok?"  Davis watched Rex's facial expression
turn from concern to beet red anger.

"He's what? Here? Hidding...in this house? All evening long? What the
fuck..."  Rex's snapped the phone off and glared over to Davis.  "I can't
believe this...I am really angry!"  Davis moved up off the bed.

"Listen, Rex. You have a very important task tomorrow and your nephew, if
what I heard is true, is putting it all in jeopardy. He's a menace!"

Rex shook his head and did not reply. Grabbing his silky dressing gown from
the rear of the door, he stormed into the upstairs hall. Davis noted Rex's
still engorged man-flesh bobbing like a club beneath the silky fabric as he
pulled it around himself and began to shout.

"COLLIN....get out here now! I know you're here....come out!"  Davis right
on Rex's heels, followed the fuming man down to the living room and waited
in the dimly lit space for Collin to appear.

Sheepishly Collin moved in from the kitchen, in his jogging suit and stood
before the two glaring men.  Collin looked at his uncle standing naked
beneath a flimsy silk robe that just about went to his kneecaps. The robe
was partly open to the waist belt and Collin spied those golden rusty red
chest hairs peeping through. BUT his uncle's handsome face was awash with
red anger...something he hated to see.

"You....YOU...tried to trick me. Collin, WHY?" Uncle Rex blurted out
stomping his bare foot on the carpet.  Collin burbled some lame explanation
but it came out all wrong. His golden rimmed spectacles nearly fell from
his nose as tears of shame came cascading down his cheeks.

Inspector Hardwood stood silently until this moment.  "Collin, do you have
any idea the risk your uncle is taking tomorrow night? He needed time with
me to prepare...not play hide and seek with you!"

Collin tried to reply.

"I know and I don't want him to be a hero...I want him safe. I love him!"

Uncle Rex melted a bit and his anger abated. His face softened and he moved
forward and grabbed Collin in a bear hug.

"YOU...silly guy. You know Davis will keep me safe and you must trust
him. And me...Collin please trust my judgement. I want to do this...for
various reasons. I like the challenge. It's a great chance to be a junior
James Bond!"

Uncle Rex laughed and ruffled Collin's already messy hair.  The knocking on
the front door surprised all. Collin could not believe Rolf could be here
so quickly...had 20 minutes gone by? Collin rushed to see if it were true.

Davis Hardwood sighed.

"Rex, I am sorry. This is not helping us get you ready at all. A quiet
night was promised and it's become a free for all here!"  Rex spun round
and tried to smooth things over.  "Davis please forgive Collin. He's still
only in his early 20's and is very impulsive. And I have no idea who else
would be here tonight."

Rolf walking into the room now only made Rex turn red again.  "I know, I
know...you had no idea I'd show up. But this is my fault too and I did not
want Collin to shoulder the blame entirely."

Rex begrudgingly introduced Rolf to Davis.  Nordic Rolf hastily dressed in
jeans and a pull-over looked sincere as Collin meekly sidled up next to
him.

"OK, last chance for tonight and this mission! You, Collin...take a long
walk...spend the night away. And you, bear guy Rolf...stay put. I think I
can still salvage tonight and prepare Rex for his mission!"

Davis barked in an official tone glaring around at his listeners with his
beady eyes flaring.

Collin looked crestfallen.

"Where do I go? My uncle needs me. Please let me stay."  Uncle Rex was
already on the phone. He quickly grabbed the landline extension in the
front hall and phoned his nearby neighbour Hilda and soon, unknown to him
as of now, a huge factor in his life.

"Hilda, sorry to phone you but I really need a place for Collin to crash
tonight. I have a rather delicate situation here and need some
privacy. Great, he'll be over in a jiffy!"

Uncle Rex hung up and strode back to the front room, his naked long legs
striding purposefully under his robe.

"Done, you my dear nephew are to spend the night on Hilda's couch...and
that is a fair punishment for all your meddling...however well
intentioned. And Rolf, you...for you part in this crazy night's spy fest,
must help me out by doing whatever is required of you by Inspector Hardwood
to prepare me for my undercover work. Understand?"

Both Collin and Rolf stood and agreed with a solemn nod of their heads.
Davis beamed at Rex.

"Goodnight Collin, sleep tight." And with a quick wink at Rex, Collin was
escorted to the front door.  Collin sulked and wished his battery had not
given up in his laptop, now he could not even watch the events in his
uncle's bedroom when he got back tomorrow. The software was useless without
the battery! Collin walked slowly to Hilda's house down the street...he
really felt like a flop. He'd have to be outside his uncle's bridge game
tomorrow night and see if he could stop this whole thing before anyone
kidnapped his uncle. This was his last hope; Collin sighed to himself and
mounted the steps to Hilda's gloomy abode.

Meanwhile Davis looked at both Rex and Rolf and spoke like a schoolmaster.

"Well, Rex needs a full workout to relieve his stress and prepare him for
his undercover mission of tomorrow night. I will watch and guide when
needed...but mainly I shall just watch. And at the end, I shall affix the
tracker to Rex's body in a discreet place. A mole nobody will ever suspect
is a tracking device. But for now...Rex, Rolf...have a work out. And I
guessing, bear man Rolf, won't mind a little man to man action!"

"Let's go up to the bedroom," Rex said huskily, taking the Nordic bear's
chubby hand.  The guys didn't seem to notice Davis as he followed them up
the stairs and into the Rex's bedroom. It wasn't until later that they
noticed he'd already unzipped his pants fly and pulled out his throbbing,
hard cock.

Rex wasted no time stripping off Rolf's casual attire. Then he eased down
on the bed with stocky naked Rolf and quickly gobbled up one of his
succulent furry man-nips. He moved his mouth from one to the other, licking
and sucking and nibbling until Rolf thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

And suddenly, Rex was crawling down the bear's fleshy body, wedging himself
between his meaty legs and gazing straight at his now engorged cock. It was
so exciting for Rolf, and the bear trembled as he felt the stud's hot
breath on his flesh tool. He and Rex had been here before...but that seemed
like ages ago to the Nordic bear. Rolf wanted Rex and this was a perfect
opportunity to have the man he craved again! The fact Davis Hardwood
lingered at the foot of the bed had little significance...this was all too
wonderful and HOT to let a voyeur spook him.

"Mmmmmmm, what are you doing?" the bear whispered. "Oooohhh, I love that!
It feels so good!"  Rex grinned in his charming way and continued to tease
the now pre-cum slippery cock of the bear with a fingertip. Lightly, Rex
grazed his fingertip up and down the slick stick, gently rubbing the tight
flesh wand that throbbed and puffed up before him. Rolf's cock-knob swelled
like a red cherry.

Within seconds of this exquisite teasing, the bear was thrashing on the
bed, wildly contorting and heaving as his body sizzled with delight. The
sensations pumped through him, tossing his sexy, chunky body in all
directions at once. It was a glorious torture.  Davis Hardwood watched
hungrily and stroked his firm cock discreetly. He knew Rex was a player and
a perfect undercover agent for this secret mission.

Suddenly, Rex fucked his roving long finger deep inside the bear's eager,
moist fuckhole. He rotated his finger in fast, furious circles, burrowing
it deeper and deeper into the Nordic bear's steamy, flexing ass-tunnel. And
Rolf squealed with manly delight and began bouncing his meaty ass up and
down on the bed, fucking back at the drilling finger.

There was a wet, squishy sound as Rex now slipped a second finger between
the bear's furry ass cheeks and lunged into the overheated fuck-hole. At
the same time, Rex began sucking Rolf's raging hard cock deep into his
mouth. Rex busily vacuumed up the bear's pre-cum between his devouring lips
and steadily ploughed his two fingers in and out of the churning man-hole
before him.  Rolf slid in and out of consciousness. Rex was a master
cocksucker...a lover from heaven!

Aaahhh, ooohhh, yessssss!" the bear howled, kicking his big legs up into
the air and hammering his sweaty bare feet down on the bed. He bounced his
ass up and down and his furry chest heaved as his ragged breath formed
guttural gasps and throaty sighs.  Rex was thoroughly enjoying this time of
mission preparation and Rolf was such a good playmate to work with!  At
about this time, Davis knelt at the foot of the bed and faced Rex's
bobbing, robe covered ass as he wiggled between the bear's thrumming
legs. Rex's man-ass bobbed up and down from his squatting position and
Davis admired the two large, sweaty bare feet just beneath.

He wanted to just nuzzle and chew those tasty toes, but instead, he placed
his rock-hard cock back inside his trousers and prepared to work on his
agent Rex some more...he had only just got warmed up before Collin's rude
interruption had stopped all the action. He was ready to further prepare
his undercover agent!

Swift hands prevailed and Rex's flimsy robe was lifted upward and Davis
gazed at the manly naked cycler's ass once again.




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Collin sat moodily in Hilda Parson's gloomy living room. To call it a
living room was a stretch since it served as Hilda's home office as
well. And her business, wacky as it sounded, was a spirit medium of
sorts. Collin and Rex knew as a rather darkly dressed 60 something chubby
MILF who pranced around conjuring up sprits and so forth. Rex told Collin
she was a harmless and rather loving neighbour who he'd known for years
casually and she was eccentric if not downright kooky. Little did Rex or
Collin realise just how far from harmless she really was...but that's
another tale!

Silas, her rather emaciated GOTH style assistant whom she employed as a
general dog's body, seemed to be out tonight...and so he sat sulking and
sipping some odd bark tea from a mug while Hilda sat staring at him
intently from her side of the large settee.  Hilda, as per usual, was
dressed in a large black tent of a dress and wore far too much eye
shadow. She sat sipping her tea and waited.

"So, dear Collin, why did your uncle kick you out tonight?" Hilda mused
aloud.

Collin looked at her dark eyes and her long black-silver streaked hair and
felt like he was sitting with a Halloween witch leftover.  "My uncle did
not really kick me out, he just needed some privacy. He is an adult
afterall!"  Collin surprised himself with his rather tart acidic remark.
Hilda laughed girlishly and tossed her head back, thus her hair shook back
and forth all down her back.  "Adult, he is...and how! May I share a secret
with you, sweet Collin? I envy you living with him...mmm...lucky nephew you
are!" Hilda said almost licking her lips.

Collin always sensed she had a secret crush on his uncle. Just the way she
stood staring at him as they walked by her house if she happened to be
outside. She was not sharing a secret merely affirming a truth he'd long
known. Collin distrusted her and found her dark, magical ways a bit scary
and SO NOT 21st century.  The idea of having to camp out on her settee for
the night made his skin crawl, the dark candlelit environs were right out
of a horror movie and this made Collin's flesh get all cold and goose
bumpy. Hilda smiled and sipped her tea.

"Man or woman tonight. Your uncle swings both ways...I know!"  Collin
nearly spat out the horrible tasting tea.  "It's none of our affair...but
he has a job related date. It's not about...sex...really!"

Hilda again laughed like a school girl.  "Oh, so that's what you young
folks call it today....a job related date?"

Collin felt unwell and tried to be civil.  "It's complicated. He's going to
do some undercover police work to help solve some bizarre case involving me
n my uncle's age."  Hilda sat upright. Her eyes wide.

"Rex Davenport is so brave. So manly. Oh, Collin...he is a true hero of
today. Oh, let the spirits keep him safe from harm as he does battle with
who knows what to keep us all safe!"  Collin could have laughed if he'd
felt more like it but instead he just smiled politely.

"Yes, the work will be dangerous and I think he's foolish to do it....he's
taking a huge risk...HUGE!"  Hilda looked disapprovingly and waggled her
finger at Collin.  "Now, now. We must trust your uncle's instincts and know
he's doing what's right...he's brave and a perfect choice for the
mission. I'd love more details...tell more, please!"  Collin looked sternly
at the chubby medium.

"No, I think he's taking on a dangerous mission and I am NOT happy about
it. No details...none!"

Hilda's eyes shined darkly but she smiled at Collin's bullish way.  "There,
there...no more talk about your uncle's mission. Promise.

 You're my guest and I must entertain you. Let me see...I will show you my
photo collection. I take candid photos from time to time...it's my little
passion next to my spirit work."  Collin was nearly ready to say he'd pass
when he saw the edge of a photo album on the cluttered coffee table...a
loose black and white print protruded out of the book...a double-take later
Collin realised that it was a shot of his uncle riding by Hilda's house on
his bike. She snapped a candid of Uncle Rex from her living room
window. Now Collin was intrigued and a bit on edge.

"Let's see these...I see an album here on the coffee table. May I?" Collin
asked innocently.

"Please do...they are my most recent candid shots...have a look...dear
Collin, have a good look!"

Hilda breathed heavily as she motioned to the album with her red painted
finger nailed hand.

Collin grabbed the large leather bound book, placed it on his lap and
opened the cover. Hilda sat leering at him as he gaped at what he saw.
"Manly form, amazing physique for his mature age and so photogenic, don't
you agree?"

Hilda purred seductively as she licked her finger tip thoughtfully.

Collin gazed down at the first 5 by 7 inch b&w print mounted on the
page. It was candid and shot from an upstairs window; a telescopic lens
enabled a shot up the street and focussed on Uncle Rex trimming the hedges
one sunny day. He was topless and had on some rather skimpy 1970's jogging
shorts...light in colour and very revealing. His crotch bulged as he bent
forward in the shot and his bare furry chest rippled with the work of
cutting the hedge branches with long gardening shears.

"This is so creepy, I am sorry...but does Uncle Rex know you have been
snapping these photos?" Collin could barely get the words out.  "He'd be
thrilled, Collin, dear....he's always showing off. Just look at the way he
dresses and walks around, hell...struts around. I am thinking of getting
him here to pose for me...I know he'd love it!"

Hilda said with great enthusiasm.

Collin flipped the page; he was struck with yet another shot of his uncle
in the garden, this time sipping a cup of possibly tea from a mug. Again he
was scantily clad and showing a rather buff pose.

"The whole album is candid Rex...a tribute to your manly, stud muffin
uncle!"

Hilda sighed and faked a small swoon.

Collin felt woozy as well, almost drunk. The candid, almost seductively
intimate shots of his uncle made him aroused...very!  He'd tried to focus
and not let Hilda see how smitten he was with his Uncle Rex. Having a nosy,
unstable lady like her knowing his private thoughts really bothered
him...LOTS!

Hilda eased forward, breathing heavily...whispering.

"Now if you were having your uncle pose, how much should he take off? Nude?
Shall I have him pose nude for me...here?  Can't you just see him laying
nude, Ohhh...that delicious body of his all draped over this lush antique
settee?"

The sound of Hilda's breathy, if not sultry voice shook Collin up and made
his cock quiver as he imagined his uncle posing for her. It made him sick
and yet...it turned him on. She was getting right inside his head...damn
it!

"I don't think you should have him pose. He's too busy...he's very busy in
fact!" Collin managed to say in a burst of babbled nonsense.

"Pity, he's so HOT! I'll wait. I will always wait for your Uncle Rex!"
Hilda sighed pulling the album from Collin's sweaty fingered grasp.

"Bet you're sleepy...you'll dream of your uncle no doubt." Hilda said in
daring suggestive tones. And quietly she took the album and flounced up the
stairs into the darkness above; her chubby form vanishing into the
mysterious gloom.  Collin, with no provisions for spending the night, sat
brooding in the candlelit space and lay back against the overstuffed
settee. He felt Hilda was a real threat...but his only proof were a group
of photos snapped of his uncle in secret. He knew she was right, Uncle Rex
would be tickled pink with delight being the muse of a candid photographer.

And his mind drifted to the goings on tonight and tomorrow, all sexually
charged and his uncle right in the centre...his uncle the 50 year old red
headed stallion...the man everybody wanted!  Collin's eyes grew heavier. He
wondered fleetingly if Hilda had given him a sedative in that strange
tasting tea...mmmm? Would she? His eyes were now shut and his head
swam...his dreams began. He felt his body floating away...leaving the
settee. He was falling deeply asleep. He felt himself reaching out for his
uncle...Uncle Rex....he seemed to be saying...Uncle Rex, come
here...please!



*************************************




Meanwhile back in Uncle Rex's steamy bedroom things had progressed under
the very able direction of Detective Hardwood.  Davis Hardwood called the
shots with glee and masterful intent.

"Now move up Rex and let Rolf lube up your uncut monster shaft."  Rex
crawled right up to Rolf and aimed his slick, revealed cockhead at his
mouth. The foreskin was well pulled back and his cock-knob shown like a
dark plum coloured bulb.

"Lube me," he hissed, running one hand through the bear's hair while
teasing his nipples with his other hand. At the same time, he poked his
prick-knob at his open lips.

The flimsy robe was now on the floor and Rex loomed up on his knees, nude
and golden in the light of the bedroom lamp.  Rolf was only too happy to
comply. Eagerly, he opened his mouth and sucked the swollen knob between
his manly full lips. He closed his eyes and moaned as the hot unsheathed
knob spread his lips and he tasted Rex. He swirled his tongue over his
cockhead, lathering the smooth surface with a mixture of spit and Rex's
ample pre-cum which flowed heavily like it always did.  "Oh, yeah," Rex
whispered hoarsely, tweaking Rolf's stiff nipple and grabbing his hair with
the other hand.

Suddenly, Rex jerked his hips and stabbed half of his prick into the wet,
hot mouth. The bear took the invasion of Rex's fuckmeat without a
problem. He gobbled up the rest of his prick, loudly sucking his cock right
down to the ginger hairy root.

He drenched his prick with saliva, bathing the whole thick and long length
of it. He clamped his lips tightly around the thick base of his cock and
loved the way the bristly cock-bush tickled his chin and nose. And then, he
began bobbing his head, dragging his lips up and down on the hot
flesh-shaft.

Rex began pumping his tool in and out of Rolf's mouth, timing the rhythm of
his fuck strokes to match the back and forth movement of the head and
mouth. Within seconds they'd developed a perfect rhythm.  "Good men, very
nice form! Now Rex, tomorrow the men who take you, they may not be so
co-operative. Just be forewarned!" Davis said leering hungrily at the
action before him.

Rex could care less. He and Rolf had "danced" before and this meeting
tonight was just what he needed to de-stress before....before who knew what
tomorrow night!

In a matter of moments Rex was thrusting Rolf's bare feet high and pushing
his rod deep into the bear's wet, wanting ass. Rex began pumping the
wide-spread bear that lay face up and moaning like a love sick cow. Rex
worked his cock feverishly in and out, bouncing on his sexy, strong toes
like a skilled gymnast. Davis watched and moved in, just behind Rex's
bouncing muscular ass.

"You need more preparation, too Rex...your ass needs more work as well, who
knows what they will do to you tomorrow night!" Inspector Hardwood reminded
in a scolding tone.

Seconds later, Davis reached between Rex's long furry legs and fondled his
tight balls. Davis snickered as Rex gasped and twitched. Then, with his
free hand, he skimmed his fingers along Rex's moist ass-crease until he
plugged his man-hole with his fingertip. He then rammed the fingertip into
the puckered hole and thrilled as Rex roared and reared his head and body,
slamming his prick even more powerfully into the bear's highly receptive
man-cave.  The pace of the fucking intensified immediately. Bucking and
groaning, Rex heaved his prick in and out of Rolf gaping hole while getting
his butt reamed by the inspector's incessant drilling finger.

Davis corkscrewed the finger deeper into Rex's asshole. He loved the way he
actually aided in the finger-fucking he was giving him by his wild, frantic
fuck-motions as he hammered his prick into the Rolf's ass. Everybody was
getting something, and Davis figured that couldn't be a bad thing.

Rex heaved and bucked, ploughing his prick into the bear's overheated
cavity. Meanwhile, Rolf was obviously loving the powerful fucking of Rex's
prick. The horny bear squealed and gasped as he rocked furiously beneath
him. He rammed his aching hole up to meet the fierce thrusts of Rex's rock
hard fuck-stick, and it was impossible for the action to get too hot and
heavy for him.

Suddenly, Rex growled a husky groan and his big cock leaped inside Rolf's
squeezing, slick man-hole. His strong body jerked and shuddered as the pace
of his fucking instantly escalated tremendously. A second later, he dumped
his hot, frothy load into the deep bear channel, and the Nordic bear felt
the urgent wad of man-seed splatter into his yearning depths.

Davis pulled his finger free from Rex's vicelike ass and suckled the juices
that covered the length. Both Rex and Rolf were too busy rolling playfully
now on the bed to notice Davis lapping his finger like a lollipop from the
sweet shop.

"Rolf, you need to cum!" Rex was saying in near breathlessness.  "No,
no...tonight was all about you, Secret Agent Rex. Maybe after the mission
we can celebrate. And maybe, Inspector Hardwood would like to join us?"

Rolf said glancing up from the bed.

Davis jumped and pulled the finger guiltily from his mouth.  "Um....me?
What makes you think...me? You'd invite me to a....a...how do I say it? 3
some?" The inspector barely whispered as if in shock.

Rex smiled and sat up on his knees, his semi- erect cock now sliding gently
back inside its ample foreskin sleeve.  "Yes, you...we all know you would
love it. Off duty and as a celebration if all goes well tomorrow...at
Rolf's house over the weekend...and nephew free, promise!"

Davis smiled shyly.

"Never imagined I'd be asked to do something like that. I am really rather
dull. But if you would like me to be there...I'll come."  "You mean...CUM I
hope!" Rolf bellowed.  Davis turned beet red.

"Now we have to get the tracking devise on planted discreetly on Rex
now...before we go...and I mean we. Rex needs his rest and you, Rolf...are
not going to let him rest!"

Rolf looked crestfallen but then smiled brightly. Rex's fresh seed still
burbled pleasantly inside his deep cavern.

"He's right...damn it! But PARTY at my house Saturday and do bring that
suitcase full of tricks, Inspector Hardwood...if you please."






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Collin tossed and rolled about on the settee in Madame Hilda Parson's
dreary living room office space.

His sleep was far from sound, in fact, his cock raged like a beast inside
his underwear as he slept and dreamt. Soft whimpers and moans pieced the
air...drifting like ghosts upward...to Hilda's ears.  She was awake and
sitting cross legged on her big bed, the room lit by a few scented candles
and her chubby body still draped in her black silky housedress. The album
of Rex lay open and a candid photo of him taken thru his back garden hedges
was on display.

The sneaky medium had entered a back garden behind Rex's home several
summer's back and had got a few shots of delicious Rex sunbathing on a
beach towel laid on the trimmed grass. His body naked apart from a sheer
thong, tightly holding his precious jewels. His naked feet toward the
camera almost looked pink and tasty...even in black and white.

Hilda's long index finger rubbed the photo...rubbed the crotch of
Rex...back and forth...back and forth.

Downstairs Collin cried out...more whimpers, more moans. Hilda smiled and
rubbed the crotch of Rex in the photo even harder! Hilda was much more than
a wacky medium; she was a full blown menace...dark and dangerous!

Collin's dream was graphic and all encompassing. The misty dream world had
morphed into his uncle's home....he felt himself there, floating like a
spirit through the rooms. The gloomy rooms lit by some unearthly light. He
felt himself searching and calling, "Uncle Rex, Uncle Rex...where are you?"

He heard noises above his head, his body floated upward...up the stairway
but he made no sound...he did not even seem to be touching the steps...just
moving up them.

His uncle's closed bedroom door loomed up and the voices grew louder
within.

His hand, like a wisp of thick smoke, pushed the door and it silently swung
open.

The master bedroom looked the same but more surreal. The bed was in the
middle but a ring of chairs, like an amphitheatre circled the bed...and in
each chair sat various people...men and women...all in masks. They were
robes like graduates and masks like at a masquerade ball. The scene was
funny and yet scary.  The room was filled with smoke, candle smoke....just
like Hilda's and the bed....was all made up with fine quilts and covers.

And...with a sudden flash of light....his uncle strode in from the small
attached bathroom. The group of onlookers cheered and jeered him. He smiled
and waved...he wore a robe of dark silky fabric tied with a belt at his
waist. The dark fabric covered him from neck to foot...and his feet were
bare.

His handsome uncle moved swiftly thru the crowded space and mounted the
bed...sitting cross-legged and alert. His reddish grey hair combed
perfectly and his handsome, rugged face clean shaven.  He looked like some
sort of a human sacrifice. Collin's whole body shuddered...he wanted to
scream!

His mouth seemed glued shut...he wanted to warn his uncle of the danger,
but his mouth made only funny, moaning sounds. He could not speak whole
words...he felt powerless. He could only watch...and this was how he truly
felt about his uncle's life most of the time. He could only watch, not
interfere. His uncle was his own master...and Collin just his nephew.

And then, Hilda...the crazy witch or spirit guide or whatever the hell she
was, she rose up from a dark corner of the bedroom.  "Invited guests and
cherished followers, I greet you! Tonight, Rex...will be made like us...a
creature of the NIGHT. We...will inculcate him into our secret ways.
Collin cried out, only a loud moaning sound came forth from his mouth.
Hilda moved closer to the bed, pushing through the chairs...and Uncle Rex
sat still, as if in a trance...his eyes closed...waiting.

Hilda reached forward and began to undo the gown, fastened around his
uncle's waist.

"We crave his manly mature flesh!" She intoned as if speaking from a
script.

She pulled and tugged and soon the gown fell and exposed much of his
uncle's naked upper body.

"Behold the sculptured toned body, the gentle fur...the pert nipples!"
Hilda sighed and used her fingernails and tweaked his uncle's left nipple
with force. He did not budge.  Hilda pulled the robe free and tossed it
aside.

His uncle's crossed legs shielded his cock and balls...but the onlookers
cheered loudly and clapped their hands. All staring, looking like animals.

 "RAVAGE HIM!" Hilda screamed.

And the seething mass of onlookers leapt from their seats and pig piled the
bed, covering his uncle in one lump of writhing, undulating flesh. Hands
groped, mouths bit...fingers probed.  Collin moved and tried to get close,
to save his beloved uncle BUT Hilda stood in his path.

"Nothing you can do, sweet Collin. He's ours now....forever!"


The room faded away into mist and Collin sat bolt upright on the settee in
Hilda's downstairs front room...alone. He was awake and sweating. His head
swam...he's mind a blur.

He knew he had to protect his uncle from this Silver Fox gang and...most
certainly...from Hilda!

Collin stood unsteadily and moved to leave, he glanced upward toward the
top of the stairs...all was quiet. The small clock on Hilda's desk
registered 2:30 AM. Collin felt sure his uncle would be alone and sleeping
by now. He just wanted to go home.  On the toes of his shoes, he crept out
and shut Hilda's front door behind himself.

He had no key, he had left so abruptly earlier but...he did have a way
in. He knew the rear kitchen window at his uncle's was open slightly...and
he could just about get in that way. He'd done it before and this was a
pretty sure bet.

He crept down one of the terraced house rows rear garden entry points and
scaled a few hedges and soon found himself behind his uncle's home. The
house was dark and quiet.

Collin moved an old garden table up under the rear kitchen window, pushed
the window frame wide and wiggled his way in, bit by bit until he landed
with a thud on the kitchen floor. He pushed the window shut and locked
it...for now. The room was dark and the whole house was at peace.

Collin carefully collected all the items from the failed spy mission, the
lap top being most critical and mounted the steps to his bedroom as
carefully as he could. Disturbing his uncle was NOT in the cards tonight.

He passed his uncle's room, the door ajar. He came over cold, a sudden
fright, half expecting to see the circle of chairs and the horror of his
dream...but the room was dark and he could make out the form of his uncle
snugly bedded and snoring faintly.



All was well...for now. But Collin had much to do. And following his uncle
tomorrow night was a certainty!






Much More Soon!!



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