Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 14:59:30 -0500
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB, Chapter 16: Life Events

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The LAB
Chapter 16: Life Events
By Tripp Savidge

*   Scene 1   *

"Go slow... okay? It's been a while and you said that shit took... FUCK!
FUCK!"

"Don't be a baby. Keep breathing, holding your breath makes it worse,"
Blake said.

"Holy FUCK!" Max yelled.

Blake eased out and started again, pulling the muscled, hairy cheeks
apart so he could admire Max's hole as he pushed his way in. "So damned
tight..."

Max groaned into the pillow as Blake pushed in all the way to his balls.
He slid his hands up Max's powerful back and gripped Max's shoulders as
he ground his monster cock into the tight ass.

"This is revenge for that time I didn't wait... right?" Max squeaked into
the pillow.

"Maybe," Blake answered, careful not to laugh because he knew that
wouldn't be taken well. The small voice coming from the bulging muscled
man beneath him - normally a deep baritone, was somewhat higher at the
moment as Max dealt with the discomfort of having his ass stretched wide.
Usually they had lots of foreplay, but not today. Joseph had to leave
especially early to set up school's lab and Max said he wanted to fuck.
Blake took him at his word and hadn't waited for the TM lube to loosen
him up.

"Damn. How could I forget how big you are?" Max complained, his voice
starting to sound closer to normal.

"Come on... I'm not as big as you. And it didn't seem to worry you when
you shoved your dick in me."

Max made an unintelligible comment into the pillow.

Blake could feel Max starting to relax, his muscles were no longer tense
and he was starting to lift his ass in time with Blake's thrusts. Blake
leaned forward and lay against Max's back, wrapping his arms around him
and kissing down his spine and around his neck.

Max started making small satisfied moans and was now squeezing as he
spread his legs wider - encouraging Blake to thrust deeper into his ass.
"I love it when you fuck me."

Blake bit Max's ear and licked along his lobe. "That's not what you were
saying a few minutes ago," Blake whispered.

"That's when it hurt like hell. Now... it feels real good."

Blake nuzzled Max's neck as he slowly thrust deep inside the muscled ass,
enjoying the feel of the powerful body beneath him - how the muscles
tensed and released with his movements. It was a thrill to know how much
pleasure he was able to give Max. And the memory of their early days
brought a smile to his face. To think when we first met, my baby was an
exclusive top. Wouldn't even think of letting a guy fuck his ass... now
he can't get enough. Blake thought, taking a perverse pleasure in
including Max in his count of men he had turned into hungry bottoms.

"Fuck me harder... so close," Max gasped.

Blake obliged, lifting his torso on his arms and slamming his big cock
deep and fast into the hairy hole.

"Ughhhhhhhh..." Max cried out as his body convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

Blake continued to fuck Max rough and deep letting his own orgasm take
him and pump his load deep in the dark, hot man hole.


*   Scene 2   *

"I'll see you at the meeting. We've got a few minutes and I want to check
in with Carl to make sure everything's on schedule for Drew," Max said.

Blake looked at his watch. He's right, I've got time to swing by the
nurses' station. Damn but I hate 8:00 meetings. He looked at the folders
stacked neatly on his desk and flipped through them. Claire had tagged
each one, so with a quick glance he knew what was an 'FYI', what needed
his review, and which ones needed signatures. Damn that was quick. He
thought as he read through the quote and Vince's notes. They'd closed on
the property a few days ago and Vince already had the renovation quotes
evaluated and his recommendation completed, just waiting for his
approval. Blake signed it and dropped it and the other approved folders
on Claire's desk as he headed for the elevator.

Blake stepped out of the elevator on the medical level and spotted Ian as
he approached the desk.

"Morning Ian."

"Hey Dr. Connor," Ian said with a huge smile and a little extra bounce.

"You're looking especially happy today. Something going on?"

"Shit. You already know don't you?" Ian asked with a disappointed look.

"Well..."

"Tank asked me to marry him last night," Ian burst out - still bouncing.

"And you said?"

"Yes! You already knew what I'd say, and I'm betting you were involved."

"Nah. Tank gets all the credit. Joey and I just helped with some minor
refinements."

Ian wrapped his arms around Blake and gave a tight hug. "Thank you. I
never thought it would happen."

"Some dreams do come true, and I like seeing my guys happy."

"Tank said you were letting him change jobs too?"

"Yeah. Max already moved him to lead the on-site security team. It gives
him more regular hours and I think he'll like it."

"Thank you Dr. Connor."

"My pleasure. Any messages or urgent issues for today?"

"Just one. Adam, one of the students, has requested a sick appointment.
Dr. Tanner said it was 'your' problem. Oh and just a reminder that Max
wants you to do Mr. Miller's final intake physical tomorrow. He said 'it
absolutely had to be tomorrow'."

Blake laughed. "Okay. And yeah, guess Adam is my problem. I'll have
Claire make sure they're both scheduled. Anything else?"

"Not yet. But it is still pretty early," Ian said with a smile.

Blake noticed two large bouquets of roses on the counter behind Ian. "He
sent you two?"

Ian blushed. "No, just one. But the delivery guy had one for a restricted
area and I told him I'd make sure it got to the guy."

"May I ask who?"

"Sure. It's for Nick - one of the test subjects."

"What's the card say?"

"I didn't look! That wouldn't be polite," Ian objected.

"Hell, give the card to me. I'll look." Dr. Connor slid the note out of
the small envelope and smiled as he read. 'I miss you every waking
moment. Love, Ced'.

"Let me guess. It's from Randy, right?" Ian said.

"Nope. Ced," Dr. Connor said with a smile. "Things are going to get very
interesting."


*   Scene 3   *

Dr. Connor walked into the large conference room and was surprised to see
he was the last to enter. Everyone else was already there and seated.
Fortunately, it wasn't the meeting with all the department heads - that
one lasted at least half the day. This was just his direct reports and a
few key executives. He looked around the room, and decided he'd start
with Katherine.

"Dr. Cable. Would you like to begin?"

"Sure. Nothing substantially new, but I want to repeat that I need new
recruits. With current assignments, sending girls to the resort, and
keeping the Ranch happy, we've depleted our reserves. While I know
they're not your priority, when you want girls for testing or jobs, you
still expect me to provide. As long as you don't introduce anything new,
we have enough for current testing levels. Also, I really need more men
from staff identified that I can pull in for training. It would help if
they don't find women repulsive," Dr. Katherine Cable said with a pointed
glare.

"Reasonable request and I apologize for being slow on the recruits. Max
and I will make it a priority. I'll look through the profiles and see if
we have any potential trainers not yet identified," Dr. Connor responded
before turning his attention to the man seated next to Dr. Cable.

"Franklin. How goes production?"

"Stopping those shipments has given us a breather. Though I know that's
not the reason we stopped, we're running low on semen so we just can't
produce enough to keep up with demand. On that note, I'm a little worried
about Sam's reaction. He took the curtailment of shipments pretty hard -
and I really can't explain why."

"That's odd. Max you may want to look into that. He really shouldn't
care. It's a small country and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have family
there. I think we made it clear that when three world super powers tell
you to stop all drug shipments to a country - you stop. There is no room
for negotiation. We can brainstorm on how to boost Wakahisa's supply.
He's got new milkers coming on line soon, but may not be fast enough."
Dr. Connor said while making a note to himself. "Anything else Franklin?"

"No. Everything is going pretty smoothly otherwise. We did increase
security and safety training for the drivers. Losing two men has hit the
distribution team pretty hard."

"Make sure you keep up the sessions with Gordon's team."

"Yes sir."

"Dr. Gupta?"

"We're still trying to figure out what's happening with the lock and key
drug used on the Findleys. I hate to admit it but we are really stumped.
It should have been a straight forward cause and effect, but we're seeing
serious spill over. All three are staying at heightened arousal levels
even after intercourse. Good news is that the most serious effects are
neutralized as expected. But we're not seeing any signs that the arousal
or need is diminishing and it should have. We're collecting regular
samples and watching - but no answers yet. Would you consider letting us
use it on Scott Davis and his son? We're wondering if there may be a
genetic component throwing us off. That's the only other father/son
combination on the testing teams. Also if we could test it on the twins,
that would give us a second related pair."

"Let me think about it and talk with Gordon," Blake said as he turned to
Dr. Blythe. "Gordon, take a look at both Scott and Billy's files and talk
to them if needed. I don't want to mess up the progress we've made, but
if you can come up with a scenario where they can handle testing the lock
and key, it would be a bonus. Same with the twins. What else Rakesh?"

"The other one challenging us is the new bait. We were trying to make it
stronger, which it is, but it is only triggering oral. So if you put it
on a guy's ass, his partner will rim him for hours but never thinks of
penetration. So it's a win for oral sex but not a good replacement for
the existing bait. The good news is the enhanced anal lube is a raging
success, though we need to come up with a name, 'taking Max' or 'TM'
isn't really marketable. And the other win is the new chip implants. They
are working flawlessly. Though I know we don't plan on selling them, they
do everything we hoped for and..."

Dr. Gupta paused as Claire came into the room and leaned down to speak to
Dr. Connor.

"Sir, there is a call that you need to take right away," Claire
whispered.

"Excuse me. Max can you take over. Hopefully I'll be right back," Dr.
Connor said as he exited the conference room. He followed Claire into a
nearby meeting room where she picked up the phone and connected a call,
handing it to Dr. Connor. She gave him an odd look as she stepped out
before closing the door firmly behind her.

"Hello. This is Dr. Connor."

"Dr. Connor, this is Mr. Smith. Please listen carefully you need to come
down to City Hospital right away. There's been an accident. The female
driver of your ex-wife's car and her passenger were in a very serious
wreck. It doesn't look good. Get here soon."

"Michael? Is he okay..." Blake asked dropping into the chair. He heard
silence on the other end. Mr. Smith had already hung up. Damn fucking
agents! He could have told me something! Why is he even there or
involved? Fuck, fuck fuck! Jennifer drives Michael to school. Blake
thought as he tried to calm his breathing and decide what to do first. He
looked up as the door opened and Max stepped in.

"Claire's freaking out. What happened? She said it was 'Mr. Smith' and I
know that's bad regardless of what he said. I cancelled the meeting," Max
said looking intently at Blake. He knelt down and took Blake's hand.
"Talk to me buddy."

Blake tried really hard not to break down but knew the tears were already
running down his face. "There's been an accident involving Jennifer's
car. Smith wouldn't say shit other than it was a female and a passenger.
I'm to get to City ASAP."

"Shit! Michael? Oh God no Blake. Well you sure as hell aren't going
alone. Let me get the guys and we'll take you. Anyone you'd like to have
with you? Don't worry I'll send someone to get Joseph."

"Craig if he's here."


*   Scene 4   *

The hallway had never felt so long or alien as it did now walking through
the Emergency Room. He saw the agent waiting at the triage station,
looking very out of place. The guy was in a black suit that barely
contained his bulging muscles, black shades were perched on his tanned
bald head. This should feel like home turf. It was his hospital, he
worked here, did rounds, knew the staff - but at the moment he felt lost
and completely out of his element.

"Dr. Connor! I am so very sorry, we all are," the nurse said running up
to him and taking his hand. "There's a man waiting to speak to you. He
said to make sure you spoke to him first."

Dr. Connor looked at the nurse. Marcie? Maggie? I should know her name,
we've worked together for years. Why can't I remember?

"Hey Mindy. Is there a place Doc can talk to the guy?" Craig asked.

"Yeah. Room six is open. I'll tell him you're here." Mindy said as she
hurried back to the desk.

Max pushed Blake into a chair as he and Craig stood waiting. The door
opened and the man in the suit entered.

"Gentlemen. Dr. Connor I assume? I'm agent Decker. My sincerest
condolences. I've been asked to have you verify the subjects'
identities."

"Dead?" Dr. Connor asked in small voice.

"I'm sorry sir. The driver, who we believe to be your ex-wife was killed
instantly. The passenger made it through the first surgery but it's not
looking good."

"Please take me to them," Dr. Connor said as he stood.

"Do you want us to come with you? Would that be okay Agent Decker?" Max
asked.

"That's fine."

They followed the agent down the hallway. Dr. Connor couldn't miss the
looks and the pity in the faces of those he passed. He knew these people
and many of them had known him since he came to the hospital. Before it
registered, he was standing by the gurney, looking down at the draped
body and trying to get the nerve to pull back the sheet.

"Do you want me..." Max began.

"No. I can do this." Dr. Connor pulled back the sheet and let out a small
gasp. Even with the separation, the harsh words, and hell she'd put him
through it still hurt to see her battered lifeless body on the table.
"Yeah, that's Jennifer."

The agent led them down the hall and this time Blake had to wash and put
on scrubs before he could enter. From a distance, he couldn't see
anything but the bandages, tubes, and equipment keeping whoever it was
alive. The sounds of the machines, whirring and beeping seemed incredibly
loud. Dr. Connor approached the bed and looked at the young man, there
was so little skin exposed he still wasn't sure. He opened one of the
patient's eyes and let out a sob. He gently lifted the sheet, pulled the
gown up slightly looking at the young man's body to be sure and then
tucked him back in before sitting down heavily on the floor.

Blake put his head in his hands and cried, he didn't care who saw or what
they thought. He felt the arms around him before he heard anything. Craig
was in a mask and scrubs and pulling Blake into his lap.

"I am so sorry Blake, so very sorry," Craig said.

"No Craig. I'm sorry and I'm so ashamed - I've never been so happy in my
life and there's a young man dying on that table and all I can think is
'it's not Michael'."

"What?"

"It's Zeke, the neighbor kid. He's in Michael's class. We need to let his
parents know and we need to find Michael."


*   Scene 5   *

Dr. Connor sat nursing his coffee in the doctor's lounge. He wasn't sure
what to think or how to feel. Zeke, short for Ezekiel, had died within
minutes of his parents' arrival. But thank God, they had found Michael,
safe and sound. He'd ridden to school with Taylor so they could take in a
physics project for a big presentation. Diablo had swung by the school
after getting Joseph and Chris to pick him up. The principal, Dr.
Maxwell, pulled Michael out of class when they got there and let Joseph
tell Michael what was going on. Now Michael was in with his mother,
saying his goodbyes. He'd asked for a few minutes alone. Blake wasn't
sure he was happy about it but couldn't think of a reason to say no. He'd
left Joseph and Craig outside her room to wait for Michael and sent Max
out to start making arrangements.

Blake watched Agent Decker, sitting across from him at the small table,
intently focused on his phone. The agent had temporarily commandeered the
doctors' space while Chris, Diablo, and a couple of the goons in black
stood guard outside the door. Dr. Connor looked up as one of the guys in
dark suits entered and started searching the room with an odd device in
his hands.

Decker looked up to the guy and nodded. "Can never be too careful."

A few minutes passed while Dr. Connor waited impatiently.

"Clear," the guy said as he opened the door to leave. As he exited,
Joseph passed him and came in, leaning down to talk to Blake.

"We're gonna take Michael down and get him some food. You want anything?"

"No. I'm good. How's he doing?"

"All things considered... pretty good." Joseph stood up and noticed the
agent staring at him. "Hi. I'm Joseph." He reached out and shook the
agent's hand firmly.

Blake couldn't help but smile. He knew Joseph had a powerful grip and was
not likely what Decker had been expecting.

"Agent Decker. You're Dr. Connor's partner right?"

"Yep. That's me. Blake let us know if you change your mind and want
something." Joseph gave his shoulder a squeeze and left.

"Damn. Nothing feminine about that guy." Agent Decker said shaking his
head and looking back at his phone.

"Not what you expected?"

"Don't know what I expected. They gave us a quick briefing and warned me
that I needed to be 'real comfortable' with my sexuality if I was working
your case. Said that even the straightest guy begins to question himself
once he's been around your men for a while."

"I assure you that your virtue is safe."

"Yeah... I'm not sure if that's the answer I wanted. Should we send a
housekeeping crew to follow them?"

"Pardon?"

"Someone's got to mop up the drool in their wake. You've got a damn good
looking kid Dr. Connor and your mate and his friend could cause some
serious whiplash," Agent Decker said with a laugh. "Oh well. Time to get
down to business. The room is clean so we can talk here."

"Talk?"

"Since we're here, I'm sure you already guessed that this wasn't a random
accident. We have crews at the scene and at the house checking everything
over. The driver of the vehicle in front and the semi driver that ran
over the car are both missing. Both were stolen last night. From what we
got from the witnesses, the van in front stopped, trapping your wife
while the semi crushed the car."

"Thought you were guarding them. That's what I was assured," Dr. Connor
said.

"We were guarding Michael and we have guys watching your partner as well.
Your ex-wife wasn't on the list. I'm sorry."

"And Mr. Smith couldn't tell me that Michael wasn't the one in the wreck?
That he was safely at school? You let me think he was in the car," Dr.
Connor said letting the venom coat his words.

"You needed to react authentically. People are watching Dr. Connor. He
thought it would look suspicious if you weren't concerned. Wasn't my
call."

"Yeah. So now what? You guys think it was Corsic?"

"Not directly, but do we think he's behind it? Yeah. Cutting off
shipments escalated things but as far as we or the Brits can tell, he's
stayed put. Desperate men do desperate things and he's made some pretty
powerful enemies. While they're letting him hide in their country for
now, the heat has been turned way up and some big players are missing
their shipments. We plan to be ready when they finally sell him out. Not
really a question of 'if' just 'when'. But that's not your problem. You
take your son home. Help him get through this. We'll have agents watching
around the clock. Don't worry about the legalities and custody with your
son. It's irrelevant at this point and we'll make sure everything is in
order."

"He's going to need clothes, stuff from the house..."

"Give us a list and we'll get it to you. Once we clear the house, we'll
let you know. But it is going to take a couple days."

"I never thought he'd go this far," Blake said putting his head in his
hands.

"I'm truly sorry Dr. Connor. Corsic's a nasty piece of work and he's got
even worse working for him. Several of his 'employees' are at the top of
our most wanted list and hear me on this: they are extremely dangerous.
Follow our instructions."

"Yes sir."


*   Scene 6   *

Blake watched Michael walk around the living room before he paused and
stood looking out the window.

"I always wanted to come and live with you..." Michael said.

"I am so sorry Michael. If there's anything I can do or say..."

Michael gave a nervous laugh. "Could you hug me?"

"Absolutely." Blake walked up behind Michael and wrapped his arms around
him, resting his chin on Michael's shoulder. They were almost exactly the
same height. God but he has grown up so fast. We'll have to make some
changes, make the place a little more 'family' appropriate and curtail
the PDA.

"I love you Dad," Michael said through his tears.

"Love you too Michael."

"Do you mind if I crash in my room for a bit? Oh... don't be surprised if
Taylor drops by. He was with me when Dr. Maxey came to get me. I texted
him to let him know I was here."

"Sure no problem, I gave your list to the agents. I'll let you know if
they bring your stuff or if Taylor shows up," Blake said as he watched
Michael head to his room. Blake found Joseph and Diablo in the kitchen.

Joseph hugged Blake and held him close. "You okay?"

"A little shaken but I'll be fine. Worried about Michael though - can't
read him as well as I'd like. The reaction seems off, but I can't really
say why."

"He feels guilty," Joseph said.

"Pardon?"

"You know things weren't good between them. It's been getting worse and
they had a huge fight this morning before he left with Taylor. She didn't
like him riding with anyone but her. He's struggling with it because even
though he's heartbroken that he lost his mom, he feels relieved and a
little happy about being with you."

"He's not the only one. She wasn't the same person I married and I sort
of feel the same way. Do you realize this will be the first night he'll
actually sleep in that room? It's been his since the divorce but since
the judge wouldn't allow overnight stays..."

Joseph pulled back and looked Blake in the eyes. "It will be fine."

"We'll have to make some changes. Not very appropriate to have the guys
making out with Michael here, maybe we'll have to be more discreet."

"You do realize Michael's the same age as most of the guys in our new
test subject class? I think he'd be insulted if you start trying to hide
things or act differently because he's here. He certainly knows we're
lovers, and knows about the 'guards' as well."

"Fuck. I never thought of it that way. Can you do a little prodding? I
have no idea if he likes girls, guys, both... if he's active. Shit, I
know nothing. He'll be more comfortable telling you."

"Already working it. You should know he's watching a few of the guys with
a little more than casual interest. Or at least the focus of his gaze
tells me he's noticing."

"Diablo, would you mind poking your head in and checking on him?" Blake
asked.

"Me sir? Wouldn't you rather send Craig?" Diablo asked.

"No. I clearly remember you were one of his favorites before you left.
You've barely had time to say hello."

"Sure."

Blake watched Diablo head for Michael's room and turned back to Joseph.
"So you think he might like guys?"

"He's at least 'noticing' guys. We haven't had any girls around for me to
compare. Don't worry, I'll find out. But give it some thought, his mom
kept a pretty tight rein on him, he might be overdue for some relief.
What were you like at his age? Think he might be struggling with some
raging hormones?" Joseph asked as he poked and tickled Blake causing him
to laugh.

"Fuck. We are doomed. If he's anything like me... yeah... we may need to
do an intervention."

Joseph closed the distance and pulled Blake into a kiss. "I love your
interventions."

BZZZZZZ. "My phone is intervening," Blake said picking up his phone from
the bar. "Hello, Dr. Connor speaking..."

"Hey Blake it's Claire. Max and I are trying to get everything set up.
You okay with doing the service and viewing at Kipplewhite's funeral
home?"

"Yeah. Certainly don't want it at her wacko church. Which reminds me,
I've got to call my Dad and Krysta. As well as Jenn's sister. Unless
you'd be willing to..."

"Not on your life. Your father. Your issue. I'd be happy to call Krysta
but think she'd rather hear it from you. Same with Jenn's sister. You
have an appointment at the funeral home tomorrow to finalize the
arrangements and choices. They said it will take a little over an hour."

"Thanks Claire. I really appreciate everything you and Max are doing."

"Sure. Give my guy a hug for me and tell him I'll bake him extra of his
favorite cookies. You want me to cancel your other appointments for
tomorrow?"

"I think I have to keep the one with Max's buddy. I can still see Adam as
well. Reschedule the rest."

"Done. Take care love. Bye," Claire said.

Blake looked up to see Craig waiting patiently.

"Blake?"

"What's up?"

"Gate just called. Michael's friend, Taylor, just came through. Do you
want to let him know, or should I?"

"I'll tell him. Thanks. Oh and good news for both of you. Max texted that
he'll bring home take out from the Golden Dragon. Joseph, can you find
out what everyone wants and let Max know?" Blake asked.

Blake ran his hand along the wall as he walked down the hallway. Can't
believe, he's finally here to stay. Michael is going to live here. I'll
get to see him every day. Blake paused at the door, it was cracked just a
little but he heard heated voices coming from Michael's room.

"What do I have to do? How many times can I say I'm sorry? I fucked up.
It was wrong, okay? I get that. But you gotta tell me what I can do to
make it right! I'm sorry! Please..." Michael pleaded.

"If he finds out I'm dead meat. You know what he'll do to me? I fucked
his kid. I knew it was a mistake to come back," Diablo said.

"You didn't fuck me. I rode you. I believe when the other person is
drugged and can't move, it's called rape. I get that, and I said I was
sorry. It's just... just that I wanted you so badly and I knew you'd
never make a move."

"Damn right! You were 15, a fuckin' kid."

"Why did you leave? Why not tell him yourself?"

"Oh yeah... that would have gone well. Hey sweetie, love you and by the
way your kid just drugged me and had his way with me while you ran
errands. You don't mind do you? All in the family and all..."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Ah come on Michael... I told you then, you are beautiful and for a first
time, pretty skilled. But I prefer being a participant, not used. I love
your Dad, and you knew that - I feel like I betrayed him."

"Please Dee, I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't leave
again, if not for me, for Dad and Joey. It broke their hearts when you
left."

Blake's mind was reeling. Everything made so much more sense, the pieces
fell into place and he knew what he had to do. He quickly walked back to
the kitchen and gave Joseph the quick version along with his plan. He
then returned and started tapping the wall as he re-approached Michael's
room. "Hey Michael!" he called from the hallway.

"Yeah?"

Blake pushed on the door and peered in. "Hey, Taylor will be here any
minute. Gate security just called."

"Oh, cool. I'll go down to the drive to meet him," Michael said as he
scooted past Blake.

"Hey sexy. You have a minute?"

"Sure boss," Diablo answered.

"Like I keep telling Craig... I'm not 'boss' when we're at home. Come on,
let's go to my room. The boys will be here in a minute." Blake shut the
door behind him and looked at Diablo, admiring how beautiful and exotic
he was. His dark olive skin, the dark hair, sculpted body and bedroom
eyes.

"Was there something wrong Blake?" Diablo asked in his deep bedroom
voice, made even steamier by the hint of accent.

"No. I think thing are finally going to be just right." Blake approached
and wrapped his arms around Diablo, pulling him into a kiss. He thought
of how much he missed his Latin lover, how much he loved him and how he
planned to never let him get away again. He channeled it into his kiss
and his hands that roamed over Dee's body.

"Blake?" Diablo asked uncertainly as he caught his breath, his body
already responding to Blake.

"You should have told me," Blake said as he grabbed Dee tighter and
kissed him again, working his hand down to Dee's crotch and squeezing and
stroking his growing manhood.

Diablo stiffened and tried to pull away. "Told you what?"

"No Dee. No more running. I let you get away once, not happening again."
Blake had Dee's fly open and was actively stroking him.

"But..." Diablo tried to protest between kisses.

"It was wrong of Michael. Not your fault. What can I say when he proves
that he is truly my son?" Blake slid Diablo's pants down and then his
underwear, pushing him back onto the bed. Then finished pulling his
remaining clothes off. "Can't blame him for his good taste. I'd do some
pretty crazy things to get you," Blake said before taking Diablo in his
mouth.

"You're not angry?"

"With Michael, yes. You, no. Now shut the fuck up and let me worship your
body."

Blake pushed Diablo farther up on the bed as he wrapped his arms around
his thighs and buried his face in Diablo's crotch. He kissed and sucked
at the heavy balls, then licked up the dark golden shaft and took it in
his mouth. Blake savored the velvety texture, the sweet taste of Diablo's
pre-cum already leaking and went down to the base, letting the hard cock
slide into his throat. He began sucking in earnest as he held the
beautiful body tightly in his arms. He loved the tickle of Diablo's thick
black bush and the sexy, musky scent.

"I don't understand," Diablo managed to get out.

"You don't understand how much I want you?" Blake asked as he took a
break and looked up the ripped abs and sculpted chest to see those dark
eyes looking down at him.

"No... well that too, but why aren't you angry?"

"From what I heard. He drugged you. We'll talk more about that later.
That could have gone really badly. I know you and while I wouldn't have
minded you fucking him, you'd have asked first. I'm just glad I know what
happened and that I can fix it. I've missed you." Blake tilted Diablo's
ass up so he could rim him and began biting and licking at his crack.

"I love you," Diablo said quietly.

Blake heard the catch in his voice and moved up to lay on top of him and
kissed him gently. "I love you too Dee. You should have told us." Blake
kissed him again then licked away the tears. "Joey said I could have you
to myself this time, but next time he wants to be with us. You cool with
that?"

What came out wasn't coherent, but Blake decided to just swallow the
tears with his kisses and hold the man tightly. Blake moved down kissing
Diablo's neck then his chest. He sucked and licked the dark nipples then
moved back to Diablo's cock, making sure it was hard and wet. Blake stood
and pulled off his shirt, then unfastened his pants and slid them and the
thong off, tossing them to the side. He enjoyed how Diablo watched him,
seeing the hunger and lust in those dark eyes was something he'd longed
for.

Blake straddled Diablo and ran his ass up and down against the hard cock.

"But don't you want to fuck me?" Diablo asked looking up at Blake.

"Most definitely. But right now... I want you inside me," Blake said as
he held the hard cock against his ass and began working it in. It took
some effort but Diablo was wet enough he managed to get him in and slowly
started taking the cock deeper and deeper into his ass until he could sit
down all the way to Diablo's balls. "I've missed you."

"Fuck. How do you stay so tight? It's even better than I remembered..."

Blake leaned forward and kissed Diablo again before he started riding and
milking the hard cock in his ass. Diablo felt good, not too big, just the
right size for Blake to grind on him and tease him with his ass. He slid
up and down running his hands over the beautiful body and relishing every
sensation.

"I'm going to cum," Diablo said, his dark eyes wide in the heat of his
lust.

"Cum inside me Dee. I want you to fill me with your sweet seed. Claim me
as yours."

Blake rode harder and faster and felt the tremor in Diablo's muscles as
he orgasmed, gasping in pleasure as he lifted off the bed with the
intense eruption. Blake continued squeezing and milking the cock.

"Stop! Stop! Too much." Diablo protested.

"Soon..." Blake said as he gently slowed his rhythm and stroked the shaft
with his creamy ass. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Please. It's been too long."

Blake scooped up some of the jiz from his ass and worked it into Diablo's
tight hole, Sliding one finger in, then two, opening up the dark hole.
"So pretty."

"Please Blake. I want you to fuck me."

"Like this, or you prefer a different position?"

"No. Like this. I want to be able to see you and kiss you."

Blake put his cock to the slicked hole and gently began working his way
in.

"Fuck, you are so damned big."

"You used to like that."

"I still do. Just out of practice," Diablo gasped.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you don't get too tight again." With that
said, he pushed the rest of the way in and kissed Diablo hard to swallow
his protests. He continued kissing, sucking at Diablo's tongue as he
gently started sliding in and out of the tight ass.

"One of the best holes of anyone I know," Blake whispered.

"Fuck. You're so deep and so fucking thick."

"You have the sweetest pillow talk."

Blake started thrusting harder and faster as he felt his orgasm build. He
wanted it to last but the ass was just too tight and too hot. The
sensation was intense and he knew he couldn't last. He thrusted hard and
deep and felt himself explode deep inside Diablo's beautiful body. He let
his body continue to pump his load inside as he collapsed on top of
Diablo and held him.

"That was a new record for you," Diablo chuckled.

"That's just a sign of how truly incredible your ass is. I'll have to
build back up again. You up to it?"

"Hell yes!"


*   Scene 7   *

Blake finished cleaning up from dinner and watched the guys in the next
room. He couldn't help but smile.

"I swear, put them in front of a game console and the average age drops
to 12," Max laughed wrapping an arm around Blake.

"Yeah, but it's so great to see them laugh. And Craig is taking this
competitive thing pretty seriously." All four of them; Craig, Joseph,
Michael, and Taylor, were screaming and yelling as they battled it out on
Smash Bros. Diablo was sitting quietly off to the side watching.

"Ha! You'd understand if you knew the wager."

"Wager?"

"Joseph and Craig made a bet that the winner gets to top the loser," Max
said.

"Shit, no losers on that one. Tell me Michael and Taylor don't know about
this bet..."

"Oh no, they absolutely know. Michael thought it was hysterical and
Taylor blushed something fierce but his smile said he enjoyed it. Don't
know if you've noticed but I think he's got eyes for your boy. Joseph
noticed it too."

"God. I hope he doesn't tell his parents about the bet. They'll never let
him come back."

"You worry too much," Max said as he turned Blake to face him. "Hey, is
Diablo okay? He seems a little distracted."

"I'll tell you later. It'll all work out but I'll need your help
brainstorming some things."

"Ooooooohhh, a mystery."

"So what do you think of Taylor?"

"That's pretty open ended... He's cute, late bloomer, obviously. What are
you asking?"

"Joseph noticed Michael's more than a little attentive to our men and the
focus of his attention isn't on their brain power and words of wisdom."

"Crotch watching?" Max asked.

"Most definitely. I thought if we could push someone his own age it might
take off some of the pressure. If Taylor might be interested I could
maybe coax things along. I know I'd fuck him in a New York minute."

"Are you sure Michael's interested?"

"No, but I'm not thinking about long-term relationships, maybe a few good
fuck-buddies."

"It would be a good distraction. Maybe help ease the adjustment and let
your guys breathe a little easier. Not that they'd object but no one's
going to touch him without your written permission and guarantees of
immunity."

"Yeah, believe me I understand that one." Blake said out loud, while
thinking, If Diablo is any example, I'm going to have to manage this very
carefully.

"Have you called him yet? Or are you still stalling?"

Blake couldn't help but scowl at Max. "You're mean."

Max just raised an eyebrow and made a show of pulling the phone out of
Blake's pocket, while grabbing his ass with the other hand. "Not going to
get any easier."

"I know. I know. I did call Krysta. She and Brent will be here tomorrow
and I got a hold of Heather's partner. She said she'd have Heather call
me back but she thought Heather would want to come down for the service."

"Do we need to prep the guest room?"

"Joseph already did but I don't know if Krysta will want to stay here or
not. She gets a little antsy with all the security." Blake took a deep
breath and pressed call.

Just as he was sure it was going to drop into voice mail a gruff voice
answered. "Hello."

"Hi Dad, it's Blake."

"Why you calling?"

"It's Jennifer dad, she was killed in a car wreck. It wasn't an
accident."

"About damn time. If you'd have listened to me this would have been taken
care of years ago. Michael okay?"

"Yeah, a classmate of Michael's was in the car with her and also killed
but Michael's fine."

"He with you now?"

"Yes Dad."

"Good. I'll be there tomorrow. Can I still use the apartment?"

"It's your apartment Dad, yes you can stay there."

"Not really. It became yours when you bought me out. You should take it
over. I can stay in hotel if I need to. By the way, we moved your mother
to the sanitarium yesterday."

"What changed?" Blake asked, his head reeling as he tried to keep up with
his father's style of conversation.

"She's still declining and it was getting to be too much for Gabriel and
me to handle. I told Gabriel to move out. This should be good timing, he
can move out while I'm visiting you and Michael."

"Dad! Why would you tell him to move out? Have you lost your mind?"

"Looks bad. People will start to talk... what with your mother being
moved out, there's no reason to justify him living here."

"You love him. He's been with you... what, almost 19 years. He worships
the ground you walk on. You can't throw that away!"

"Already done. I have a reputation Blake. Can't have the guys at the Club
or the Hospital start gossiping."

"Dad, after this many years I think they've all figured it out."

"It's not open for discussion. I'll call you when I arrive."

Blake stared at the phone as his father ended the call. Pulled up the
directory and called Gabriel.

"Hello."

"Hey buddy, it's Blake, can you talk?"

"Yeah. I'm in my room packing. You heard?" Gabriel asked, the emotion on
top of his accent making him difficult to understand.

"You been taking the pills I sent you, right?"

"Yes. A lot of good that did me right?"

"You and dad been... you know?"

"Yeah. Pretty much every day. I've also been giving him the stuff in his
juice every day just like you said to."

"Okay. Tomorrow after he leaves I'm going to send a crew over to help you
get your stuff packed. But listen, pack what you need for the next two
weeks separately. I'll have Clair give you a call and get you tickets and
set up everything for you to come out here for a bit."

"Why Blake? I need to find a job, a place to live... I don't have money
saved up for a vacation."

"I'll take care of it. If you want, you can stay at the dorm. That way
you're not by yourself. Worst case, you can come and work for me. But I
don't think it will come to that. Gabe, Dad loves you. I don't know why
he's being stupid but we can fix it. Besides, you need a break and
Michael would love to see you."

"What if I run into him?"

"That's even better. But the dorm is in a separate building. You don't
even have to go through the tower building if you don't want to. But
having him see you might be exactly what we need."


*   Scene 8   *

"My goodness, look at you! I swear you get sexier every time I see you!"
Claire gushed.

"Come on Miss Claire, it's only been a couple months," Michael retorted
blushing bright red.

"I bet you're leaving a trail of girls with broken hearts in your wake...
or wait, is it a trail of boys, or maybe you're like your dad and it's
both!" she teased.

"Miss Claire! I can swear there's no one who has even noticed me. I think
they all think I look exactly the same as I did in middle school."

Claire hugged Michael and pulled him down to kiss him soundly on the
forehead. "Maybe. But that's their loss. You're stunning and if you were
a little older I'd prove it to you."

Blake burst out laughing because the look on Michael's face was
priceless. Sort of a mix of horror and pride at the same time, battling
with his embarrassment.

"I made you your favorite cookies, and I promise to make more when those
are gone," she said handing him the box. "I am so sorry baby." She hugged
him again.

Blake saw Michael struggling to maintain his composure. In some ways
Claire had been a second mother to him since the divorce, always fussing
over him and making sure he was well cared for whenever he spent time
with Blake.

"You can hang out in my office or the suite - no game console but there
are movies. I've got a couple of people I need to see - then remind me
when I get back, we need to check Grandpa's apartment and make sure it's
ready for him. And remember, don't go anywhere without one of the
guards."

"Dad relax, I'll be fine."


*   Scene 9   *

Blake knocked softly on the exam room door.

"Come in."

"Good morning Adam," Dr. Connor said pulling out his tablet. "What seems
to be the problem?" He looked at the muscled young man on the exam table
and tried to keep a straight face. Adam was a big guy, Indian/American
mix, with medium skin tone, dark hair and dark eyes. Though hidden under
his t-shirt and jeans, Blake also knew he had a very nice round ass and
an ample endowment.

"I still can't orgasm sir."

"And?"

"It's been several more days and I still haven't had an orgasm, I think
something must be broken. I get really close. More like I stay really
close, almost there but then nothing."

"Are you having any pain? I see you're still receiving anal stimulation,
and still spending three hours on the simulators. Though you're no longer
receiving penile stimulation or milking."

"No and that's what makes it worse. Even if no one touches me, I get
really close from the guys... you know... taking me, but I just sort of
reach the peak and then hang there. If anything it's even more sensitive
than it was before."

"Have you notice any leakage?"

Adam turned his face away and blushed. "Yeah. A lot. Not just pre-cum.
Usually by the time they unhook me there's a puddle of jiz that leaks
out. Same at night. I wake up and there's a huge wet spot of jiz on my
bed. But no orgasm."

"Sounds like everything is perfectly normal to me. Why are you worried?"

"No orgasm? That's just not right. There's got to be something wrong,"
Adam protested.

"Not really. We're suppressing your orgasms unless you initiate man-to-
man intimacy."

"Having a guy's thing up your butt is pretty man-to-man and intimate in
my book!"

"Adam, you're just a passive participant. It's not something you initiate
- you don't really have a choice. Same is true with the simulators."

"But I don't do guys."

"Exactly. And until you do, you won't have an orgasm," Dr. Connor said
with a smile.

"What the fuck?" Adam said with a look of horror.

"What part didn't you understand?"

"So what do I have to do, exactly?"

"You must willingly and purposefully initiate sex with another man. You
have very carefully avoided any intimacy with your roommate Daniel when
your chastity devices are removed. Though with the devices on, you seem
okay with 'pretending'."

"I can't sir. But you're saying if he goes down on me, I'll get an
orgasm?"

Blake laughed and then gave Adam a stern look. "No. Not that simple. If
you were to give him a blowjob first, then he reciprocated, yes you would
have an orgasm. There's got to be something in it for him. That's why
pretending to fuck him with the lock on doesn't work."

"But he got off! What if I fucked him, like for real?" Adam asked as he
started considering the possibilities.

"If he offered and was willing, maybe. But again, why should he?
Especially with the way you've been treating him, it would be more likely
if you let him fuck you first. You'll have to earn the right to have an
orgasm Adam. It doesn't have to be Daniel, you can initiate with anyone.
But you haven't exactly made yourself the most popular guy."

Adam frowned as he realized how he'd boxed himself into a corner. "I
didn't even know you could do that to a guy... So, is there anyone else
who is having the same, uhm... problem as me?"

"Oh, I think Mal understands your situation very well. Perhaps you two
could work something out?"

"Fuck," Adam said as the implication hit him.

Yeah, now you get it. Your best and most likely option for quick relief
is the other straight guy who refuses to give in. But if you fuck each
other, you find relief and do exactly what you swore you wouldn't do.
Blake thought with a great amount of enjoyment.

"So do you let me go back to 'normal' once I initiate something? And how?
We're locked up and we don't get time together."

"God no. Once you've made it a good solid habit and stop fighting, maybe.
But I think you'll have to initiate many, many times before we ever
consider removing the suppression. If you want to hook up with Mal, just
let the guard know, we'll make sure you get the chance. Remember what we
told you on day one. There's always a price to pay when you don't
cooperate. But not to worry, you are in fine health and as long as you
keep leaking, there's not a problem. You don't ever have to have an
orgasm again. The choice is yours. But do realize there is one side
effect."

"Yeah?"

"As your body begins to realize that there is no penile stimulation and
orgasms aren't going to happen. It will re-route your sensory perception
to increase the pleasure you get from being fucked and make you more
attuned to those stimulations. Your penis will become less sensitive and
ultimately less satisfying or fulfilling, compared to being penetrated."

"You're fucking evil!" Adam exclaimed.

"I've been told that before. Choice is yours Adam, but you might want to
decide soon while you still care. Because eventually, you will prefer to
be fucked - even as a 'straight guy'." Let him sit with that. He doesn't
need to know he's already started moving that way and regardless of what
he decides, by the time we're done with him - he'll still prefer being
ass-fucked. Blake thought as he closed the door.

"How'd it go?" Ian asked as Dr. Connor came to the counter.

"Pretty well. I'd say. I'm guessing Mal is suffering in silence?"

"He hasn't requested an appointment. But I did follow up with David like
you asked and he said Mal has been asking around to see if it's happening
to anyone else. It hasn't been as long for him but I'm sure it's still
uncomfortable."

"Good. We'll let Adam break the good news to him."

"You think he will?" Ian asked.

"If we keep him pumped up and aroused 24/7, oh yeah. We started him on
the aphrodisiacs a couple days before we started suppressing the orgasms.
It made the drop off that much more dramatic." Blake turned as he hear
the elevator chime. A dapper man and his dog exited and walked toward
him.

"Good morning boss. Sorry about the news," Carl rumbled in his deep
baritone.

"Damn Carl, but you are looking fine!" Dr. Connor said as he ran his hand
across the lapel of Carl's charcoal suit.

"You like?" Carl asked as he turned.

"Lookin' real good. What's the occasion?"

"Didn't want to scare Max's buddy and he said I meet him today. Can't
really hide the tattoos or horns, but they don't look so scary without
the rest of the package."

"True. Makes you look like the devil doing business. I'm just getting
ready to go check on Mr. Miller and get some signatures. You want me to
let you know when he's ready to meet you?"

"Sure."

"Good looking bitch you've got there. How's he doing?" Dr. Connor watched
Carl absently petting Mitch's dark curls. He was on all fours with paw
mitts on his hands and pads on his knees. Most of his face was covered by
the leather muzzle, but he looked good.

"He's doing well. Aren't you Mitch? Why don't you show the Doctor your
pretty package," Carl said giving a tug on the leash.

Mitch lifted his right leg and spread himself wide balancing on his back
knee and front paw. He was completely smooth and his balls hung low while
his monster cock tucked up against his firm abs.

Dr. Connor reached down and ran his hand up the stiff shaft appreciating
how large and smooth Mitch was. Damn but he looks much better clean-
shaven - shows off that big boner of his real nicely.

"I told him if he does real well today I'd let him stay in the bed with
me after I fuck him tonight. That's right, you like that, don't ya boy?"
Carl cooed as he petted Mitch, stroking his cock and running his hands
over the lean boy's body.

"From the way his tail's wagging, I think he likes the idea," Blake
laughed. The butt plug tail was one of the newer designs that actually
wagged when the wearer was excited or happy while providing a real nice
buzz to the puppy's prostate. "Hey, would you mind entertaining Mr.
Miller when I'm done? I don't have a lot of time and I'd like his first
day here to be memorable."

"We can, but you're not going to fuck him yourself?"

"I wasn't planning to... your tone makes it sound like that's a problem."

"Boss, you can't do that. His career will be over before he starts.
Everyone knows you fuck the important guys day one. Not taking him is
like saying he'll never be any body. Given our plans, that would be bad,"
Carl said lowering his voice.

"Are you serious?" Blake asked in disbelief.

"Absolutely. We've all shared our first time with the boss stories. It's
like a rite of passage or initiation. At his security level, it would
make people think there was something wrong."

Dr. Connor looked at Carl and let it sink in, trying to make sense of
what he'd said. Well I guess, if I think about who I have been with
versus who I haven't... shit. He's right. I'll have to. Not like it's
unpleasant... "Okay. I see your point. So maybe you can get your bitch
here to fuck a couple of loads out of him once I'm done. Give him a good
rimming, maybe a blow job too. I'm sure you can come up with a proper
motivation."

Carl laughed and his face lit up with a huge smile. "Hear that Mitch? You
think you can put that big boner of yours to good use? Tell you what, you
fuck a few good loads out of the new guy and I'll let you suck me and
fuck me..." Carl broke out in a laugh at Mitch's reaction - he was
bouncing and prancing with his tail whipping back and forth like crazy.

"Looks like you made him real happy!" Blake joined in the laughter.

"That's it boy, calm down, calm down. Sit! Only if he performs. But I
think he'll do just fine. Let me know when he's ready. I'll go set up a
training room now," Carl said making his exit with Mitch trailing behind,
the tail still wagging.

"Mr. Miller is in exam room four," Ian said breaking into Dr. Connor's
thoughts and admiration of Mitch's ass.

"Thanks." Blake walked down the hall to the room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Good morning Mr. Miller. I'm Dr. Connor," Blake said holding out his
hand. The man on the exam table was not at all what he expected. The guy
wasn't as big as Max, but he was still big. Maybe just over six feet with
a muscled athletic build, gone a little flabby. But the shape was still
there. He had short cropped sandy brown hair and light brown eyes.

"Dr. Connor. Please, you can call me Drew. I hope I didn't hold you up.
It took longer to drop the dog off at the vet than I thought."

"No, not at all. I was with other patients."

"You know, we've actually met before, but I didn't expect you to remember
me."

"We have? Sorry..."

Drew chuckled. "It was when you first met Maximillian. We were on leave
in Barcelona, I think you were there for some medical convention and we
ended up on a tour together. But my memory is that you never took your
eyes off Max."

"He was rather distracting," Blake said with a grin thinking back. I
haven't thought of that in years. He was the most muscled, built guy I'd
ever seen and he kept looking at me like I was dinner.

"Guess it was one of those pivotal moments. He couldn't stop talking
about you and spent the rest of our leave stalking you. He thought you
were a model. I still remember how bummed he was when he found out you
were married."

"Didn't stop him," Blake said in surprise.

"Yeah, and you owe me for that. I told him if he was that interested he
should go for it. Worst you could say was no. But you didn't..."

"Thank you Drew. Guess I do owe you. But I didn't mean to come between
you."

Drew gave a big smile and looked almost comfortable for a moment. "Nah.
We were fuck buddies, great friends. Nothing romantic."

"Well Max was pretty pumped to find you again. So did he explain
everything to you, what you're getting yourself into?"

"Sort of. I've never had so many tests or so much poking and prodding for
a job before. Even in the service. Max said it was a good place to work,
I'd probably be in something like systems or intelligence gathering. He
said you take care of your people and he'd make it so I got to keep my
son Taylor."

"Okay... so he may have left out some important things. Did he mention
sex?"

Drew blushed. "Just that I would never go so long without again if I
worked here."

"Yeah, that was a bit vague. So let's back up a few steps. This is your
final hurdle. Once we're done, if you still say yes, there's no turning
back. Think of it like working in a high clearance government job, you
never really escape or leave. Do you know what we do?"

"You're a pharmaceutical company."

"That's true, but what we do also includes some very top secret work that
involves espionage, weapons, and politics. In some cases we work with and
for various governments. Most of our specialized drug work revolves
around sex and consequently, sex is a big part of our culture."

"Okay. I'm with you so far. Max said some of your products enhance sexual
experience."

"That's the light stuff. But because of what we develop, sex falls into
the other duties as assigned category. All back office employees are
required to go through training to make sure they are at least proficient
in their performance and are expected to perform as part of their job."

"I put it on the forms, but I'm gay. While I can, as my son proves, I'd
rather not."

"That's not a problem. Most of the sex is men with men."

"Oh..."

"Can you agree to having sex with men as part of your job? Now is the
time to decide because once you officially join, you can't change your
mind," Dr. Connor said.

"Is it safe? Also I'm not into pain or some of that weird fetish stuff,
and what do you mean by training?"

"Absolutely safe. Employees are screened regularly and any outside
liaisons are strictly monitored. As long as you do as you are instructed
and don't have significant performance issues or cause problems we
accommodate your preferences. Being ex-military, I don't think that's
really a concern for you. Training includes giving oral sex, rimming,
being penetrated and penetrating another man." Blake watched Drew's face
for any signs as he explained, noting the blush and growing bulge under
the hospital gown as he explained.

"If you can get me out of my current hell, and guarantee I can keep
Taylor, just tell me where to sign," Drew said.

"Good. Now let's check things out. Take off the gown, slide down and put
your feet up in the stirrups please."

Dr. Connor looked at the large man spread out before him and couldn't
help but smile. A couple months with Dmitri and this guy will be fucking
awesome. What a nice cock and that ass! Damn. Blake thought as he
examined Drew. He moved down and admired the hard cock standing at
attention, he put on gloves and began exploring. He stroked the thick
cock and was rewarded with a nice flow of pre-cum before moving down and
massaging Drew's balls. He couldn't help but notice Drew's hole puckering
and releasing as he touched. "You doing okay Drew?"

"Yes sir. It's just been a while sir. I think my body is remembering my
meetup with Max."

"Try to relax. I'm going to apply some lube to your hole. Do you like
anal sex Mr. Miller?"

"I do with Max... ohhhhh wow that feels weird."

"So what kind of men do you find attractive, young, mature, blonds,
brunettes, black, Asian?"

"It's been a long time since I gave it any thought. I mean I notice guys
when I'm out but can't say there's one perfect 'type'.

"How about a hot young, well-endowed teenager, with smooth ripped body
and a beautiful bubble butt?"

Drew laughed. "Don't think any guy like that is going to go for an old
guy like me. My days of turning heads is long past."

"I disagree. I think you'll be turning plenty of heads and I can keep you
very well supplied with hot, horny teenagers more than willing to suck
your cock or ride you. And if you want them to fuck you too, I'm sure
they'll be happy to do so."

"So is this a new job or did I die and go to heaven... holy fuck you're
big!" Drew cried out as Dr. Connor gently slid inside his ass.

"Not as big as Max."

"At a certain size, big... is just fucking big... and quibbling... over
it is just pointless," Drew stuttered in between thrusts.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just at first, now it feels good. So full and you're hitting things...
oh fuck..."

Dr. Connor smiled as Drew lost the ability to speak and just lay back to
enjoy being fucked. Blake took the meaty, thick cock in his hand and
began stroking Drew as he plowed his ass. A steady stream of pre-cum was
leaking from Drew's cock and he made soft moaning sounds with each
thrust. "So are you enjoying this Drew?"

"Fuck yeah. No wonder Max followed after you..."

"You have a real fine ass Drew. I'm going to cum soon."

"Me too. I'm close."

Dr. Connor didn't try to hold back as his orgasm peaked and just as he
blew, Drew's cock exploded, shooting his load over Blake's chest. Drew
tried to sit up as the intensity of the orgasm hit, his eyes wide. Blake
slowed his thrusts and when the last bit was pumped deep inside Drew,
Blake pulled out and began fingering up the cum dripping down his chest
and sucking it off his fingers. "So good." Blake leaned down and sucked
Drew into his mouth greedily eating up the remaining jiz.

"Holy fuck. Where do I sign... you want it in blood? Cause I'll do it."

When Drew was dressed again, Blake handed him the tablet. "Put your index
finger to the square and then sign on the highlighted line with the
stylus. It will automatically scroll to the next page once you do so."
Blake watched and waited as Drew signed the forms.

"Okay. Think that's all of them," Drew said handing the tablet back to
Dr. Connor.

"Great. So next we'll introduce you to your new manager, his name's Carl.
Just to prepare you, don't be put off by the prosthetic horns. He's a
brilliant man and his people love him. Then we'll introduce you to a
young man who wants to show you what it's like to work here. We'll wrap
up with you early afternoon." A firm knock sounded at the door. "Come
in."

"Dr. Connor, Drew," Max said entering the room.

"We were just finishing up Max," Dr. Connor said.

"Thank again for the chance Dr. Connor. So I start in what... two weeks?"
Drew asked.

"Tomorrow," Max said with authority.

"I'll need to give two weeks' notice. Not sure how well it's going to go,
especially since I work for my father-in-law," Drew said.

"Not any more. I'm afraid your father-in-law was killed this morning. The
business is shut down and at least for a while, your house is behind a
police blockade," Max said.

"But how? When?"

"This morning, shortly after you arrived. We'll also have all the
necessary paperwork back for you by morning. Your wife already signed
everything, no questions asked. I assumed you wanted the house and
contents in addition to custody of Taylor. Correct?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Sorry, my head's still spinning. Why would she agree?"

"She wants to disappear. Our person offered to get her across the border
on the condition that she sign all the papers at the lawyer's office
first. After finding the body, she was real cooperative. You know there
is a downside to sleeping with a man, spying on him and passing secrets
to your father so he can shaft the guy. Especially when the guy is prone
to torturing his enemies. Now she knows exactly how pissed off he is."

"Damn."

"You don't seem surprised?" Blake said.

"Not really. I've seen a lot of strange things in the time I've worked
there. A lot of business that had nothing to do with Real Estate. Becky
Sue always slept around and I never doubted that her father was a corrupt
lying bastard," Drew said shaking his head.

"Before I forget, here's a gift card to pick up some necessities and
clothes for you and Taylor for the next few days. We got you a room at
the Ritz, costs are covered along with any meals - including room
service. Not sure how you'll want to explain it to the little guy. We'll
get you out of here early enough you can stop by the house. Police will
be waiting so you can give your statement and you'll still be on time to
pick up Taylor. Don't mention that Becky Sue left town - you don't know
that," Max cautioned.

"Those guys won't give up. If he really screwed them over badly enough to
get himself killed, they'll track her down too," Drew said, looking back
and forth between Dr. Connor and Max hoping to be contradicted. "Do you
think Taylor and I are in danger too?"

"You and Taylor are safe. Sorry but we sort of made it seem like you were
the one to give the tip in exchange for being left alone. Seems they
already knew you weren't involved so it worked out in our favor. Becky
Sue, that's a different story. We'll get her out but how long she behaves
and stays hidden is up to her," Max said.

"Yeah, she's doomed," Drew said shaking his head.

"Drew, since you're starting tomorrow, we'll send a car 'round to pick
you up. You'll be having some minor surgery so best not to drive," Dr.
Connor said.

"But I need to drop off Taylor at school..."

"We'll send the stretch Hummer. You can drop him off on the way. Kids
love it, and Taylor can brag about it all day."

"What kind of surgery?" Drew asked skeptically.

"Chip implant. Required for anyone at your security clearance. I'm sure
you're familiar with it given your background."

"Yeah, okay." Drew responded seeming to accept the idea.

"I think it is time for some distraction. Max would you take Drew to meet
Carl. I'll let him know you're on the way. He has a special welcome
planned. Mitch is going to be showing Drew some Lab hospitality."

Max burst out laughing. "Damn Drew, by the time you leave you won't give
a damn about Becky Sue."

"Shit, what about my dog?" Drew asked remembering.

"Already taken care of. The Vet will board him until the police let you
back in the house," Max said putting an arm around Drew and guiding him
out.


*   Scene 10   *

Martha, the office manager, was waiting for Blake when he returned to his
office.

"Dr. Connor, we need to talk," Martha said.

"Sure, what is it?" Blake showed Martha into his office and went to sit
at his desk.

"It's Tank. The front office is in total chaos."

"That sure doesn't sound like Tank and he only started working front
office yesterday. Can you explain?"

"The receptionists, and every other female is tripping over themselves to
be noticed. It's embarrassing and they're not getting their work done,
they find excuses to follow him or just sit and stare. When he makes
rounds, it's like they're doing the wave - all their heads popping up out
of their cubicles. They're practically throwing themselves at him."

"Martha, Tank is gay and he's engaged. Not only that, he's a professed
bottom, well except for Ian and maybe me. I guarantee he has no interest
whatsoever in those women."

"Oh. Well no one else knows that, certainly not the front office," She
said with a scowl. Martha did not like office routines interrupted.

"We don't announce employee's personal business, how is it any different
than the other good looking men on staff?"

"He's new and since they know he came from the Black Guard they assume
it's because he didn't fit in; therefore, not gay. Why else would you let
such a gorgeous hunk of island flesh escape your private guard?" She said
with a knowing look.

Bing. "Claire?"

"Yes, Dr. Connor?"

"Can you see if Tank and Ian can come up to my office? It shouldn't take
more than a few minutes."

"Sure."

Dr. Connor turned back to look at Martha. "Sit down Martha. I think we
can resolve this." It was only a few minutes before Claire knocked at the
door and ushered in Ian and Tank. They both looked decidedly nervous.

"Don't worry guys. You didn't do anything but we do have an awkward
situation."

Dr. Connor was met with blank stares.

"Ian, it seems that many of the women in our front office staff are
finding it difficult to ignore your island beauty fiancee. They believe
if they show him enough T&A he'll succumb to their wiles," Dr. Connor
explained.

Ian snorted and Tank blushed, staring down at the carpet. "Not that I
blame them. I told him to be careful with his flirting. Besides, he is
gorgeous, the big bulging muscles, beautiful dark tan, silky hair and
sweet round ass," Ian said giving Tank an evil leer.

"Would it be okay if we announced your engagement and I held a 'back
office' wedding shower for you? The guys would love to celebrate for you
and word will get to the front office in record time."

"I'm good with that. Tank?"

"Yeah, sure. Maybe they'll stop grabbing my ass."

"Tank, I thought you liked a little groping now and again," Dr. Connor
teased.

"From men, yeah and from you especially. But not THEM."

"There Martha, problem solved. Claire can write it up and let people
know."

"Thank you Dr. Connor," Martha said with a nod.

Blake watched them all leave and heard the door click as it closed.

"I'd grope him," Michael said poking his head out of the suite.

"Michael. Sorry just a normal day's crisis," Blake said looking at his
handsome young son. Then it hit. Wait he just admitted he'd grope a
guy... do I follow up on this or let it go. "So you think Tank is
attractive?"

"Hell yes. He's Hawaiian right? He looks like he should be on a tropical
beach all oiled and in a hot sexy swim suit, flower lei around his
neck..."

"Oh I absolutely agree and I can tell you what's under that black suit
looks real fine, no swim suit required. But Michael, you've never
admitted you found guys attractive?"

"Diablo told me you found out. No point in hiding it now, yes I like guys
but I also like girls. I figure I might as well fess up and take my
punishment. Besides Tank is so hot, I just had to say it."

Blake approached Michael and pulled him into a hug. "Michael I love you
and I really don't care, but I'm so proud that you told me."

"So what are you going to do? Honest Dad, I know it was wrong. I never
should have done it. Can you just punish me and get it over with?"

"I would if I had any clue what to do. Kids don't come with an
instruction manual. There is no paragraph that says when your son steals
experimental drugs to date rape your lover, here are the prescribed
punishment options."

"Guess when you put it that way. It does sound sort of funny. I get that
it was serious," Michael said giving a truly contrite expression.

"Let's just focus on getting through the funeral and surviving your
grandfather. We'll deal with punishment later. Can I ask you, are you
bothered by the guys I have around? It's a lot more active than it used
to be."

Michael laughed. "Yeah, but not likely for the reason you think. Sorry
Dad but your guys are totally hot. Joseph is sort of like my big brother
and Max is like a second dad, so it's not that I don't notice them, I
just do better at not thinking of them in that way. But Diablo still
makes it tough for me to think straight and Craig and Stephen give me an
immediate hardon. Takashi is like some kind of anime wet dream and that
new guy, Mario, damn he makes me drool. I love being around them, it just
makes me horny as hell."

Blake smiled and hugged Michael tight. "I agree, not to gross you out but
I have pretty much the same reaction."

"It's okay Dad. I came to understand a long time ago that you were not
the typical father. I see how people look at you and not just your guys,
teachers, friends, and total strangers I can see the lust in their eyes -
even Taylor. I've heard what they say about you when they don't think I
can hear them. You're totally hot and they all want to sleep with you. No
one believes you're old enough to be my dad."

"I don't want to embarrass you and I want you to be proud of me. I know
it's going to be tough adjusting to living with me. Will you give me a
chance?"

"Shit dad. I am so thrilled, you have no idea. It's just I need to know
what the rules are. Mom had lots of rules like; no riding with friends,
no staying overnight, no sex, no dating, no drinking, no drugs, no
swearing, in bed by eleven. All games must be pre-screened and approved.
It's a long list."

"Let's start with nothing illegal that will get you or me arrested and
practice safe sex. We can work out other rules as we go. And if you
really, really need to do something questionable, just talk to me first
so we can see if there is a workaround that keeps you safe and out of
trouble."

"Fuck! Oops, sorry. Darn, are you kidding?"

"No, that's my current plan. If there is something you can't ask me or
you want to bounce off someone else, Joseph, Max, Claire or any of my
black guard are absolutely acceptable. They all have good common sense
and will steer you right."


*   Scene 11   *

"I'm so glad you guys decided to stay with us. It's great having you and
Krysta around, even under these circumstances," Blake said helping move
the bags into the guest room.

"Thanks Blake. Hey, while we have a minute. I thought you'd want to know,
Krista and I have given up on the kids thing. I don't know if she'll say
anything. She's taking it really hard."

"Brent, I'm so sorry what happened? I thought the in vitro thing went
well."

"We thought so too, until she lost the baby. Well I guess it was early
enough you couldn't call it a baby," Brent said as he put stuff away.

"God Brent I'm so sorry." Blake pulled Brent into a hug and felt him
tense.

"Please Blake... I'm only human. I can't," Brent said, pulling away.

"I didn't mean anything, I love you buddy, I was just giving you a hug."

Brent turned and looked at Blake. His face a mix of emotions. He was
handsome with a square jaw, dark hair, dark eyes, about 5'10" with a lean
athletic build and an almost permanent 5 o'clock shadow.

"It's not you Blake, it's me. I need your help... for Krista. I gotta
prove to her that I love her more than anything, and that we'll get
through this together. If I sleep with you, she might feel betrayed and I
can't risk that." There was a long pause. "Even if that's all I can think
about," Brent said barely above a whisper.

"And here I thought we were good together," Blake joked.

Brent turned with a pained expression. "No Blake, it's not good, it's
great. My body is trying to remind me of just how great right now. But
she always knows. I still remember on our wedding night, seeing her look
up after going down on me, those piercing gray eyes peering around my
stiff cock - 'you fucked my brother!' Then she rimmed me like I shit the
best food on earth."

"But she said it was okay," Blake protested.

"Yeah and the sex after I've been with you is awesome. They are the best
rim jobs I ever get. But this time is different. Can you help me?"

"Sure buddy. Not that I'm not disappointed, but I will do whatever you
want."

"Thanks Blake. Right now I need a really cold shower. Alone."


*   Scene 12   *

Blake paced the apartment waiting for his father to finish getting ready.
This place is overdue for an update... If he really is okay with me
taking it over, it would be a lot nicer than the suite. Maybe have
Vince's team take a look.

"Ready," Blake's Dad said coming into the room as he finished fastening
his cuff links. Arthur Connor was always dapper and he looked good if not
a bit stiff in his British suit. He was a bit bigger than Blake with a
bony, slender build, something the suit made up for. Blake and his sister
took after their mother in looks with the exception of the gray eyes. He
gave Blake a thorough looking over. "Damn but you look good son. I swear
you get younger instead of older."

"Thanks Dad. I really appreciate you making the trip and Michael will be
glad to see you."

"He taking things well enough?" Arthur asked.

"Better than I would have expected. To some extent having their
relationship be so rocky made it a little easier on him but he's
struggling with some guilt. I'll get him some counseling once things
settle down."

"Should have eliminated her years ago. If you'd listened to me, he'd have
been with you all this time."

"It was too risky, and while you may not have liked her, until she fell
in with that group things were good. I did love her Dad."

Arthur snorted in disdain. "You're weak. Sometimes you need to make the
hard decisions."

"Oh, like throwing Gabriel out was such a good decision."

"Stay out of it Blake."

"You two love each other and you're so good together. Why throw that
away? And it's a damn crummy way to treat the guy you love, kick him out
of your bed, your house and out of a job," Blake argued.

"I can't afford the gossip."

"Why do you care? You could retire now if you wanted, you sure don't need
the money, you don't need to work. You could buy a place on a tropical
island and spend the rest of your life drinking and having sex on the
beach."

"There would be scandal. It's over Blake just drop it."

"What scandal? Dad you've been together in public at least fifteen years.
If they didn't know or guess you were fucking each other already, then
they don't care."

"I said drop it."

"Okay, it's dropped but please be civil to him at dinner. I'll make sure
you're at opposite ends of the table."

"He's here?"

"Gabriel's family. Of course he's here. I invited him and before you go
further, you should know I also told him I'd give him a job and he could
stay if he wanted."

"He's at your place? So you think you can get him in your bed too?"
Arthur accused.

"No he's staying in the dorm. You know I have no designs on Gabriel, but
I'm sure being surrounded by young, horny men, one of them is bound to
take an interest. Especially since I offered a notable bonus to the first
guy who gets Gabriel into his bed." Digest that one you old shit.

"You didn't!"

"Time to go Dad. Family's waiting for us." Blake watched his dad's
reaction. Oh that hit home, it is going to be a damn crazy week around
here.


*   Scene 13   *

"So how did we end up on this detail?" Blake asked Krysta as he dried the
glass and set it back in the cupboard.

"Because Max took Dad back to his apartment and the rest of the 'boys'
are all playing games in the other room. But I don't mind. They're having
fun and it was a stressful day," Krista said. She was a contrast of
looks, she hadn't bothered changing from her stylish pant-suit, but
wearing Joseph's 'Will Cook For Sex' apron and the long blue rubber
gloves brought a smile to Blake's face. She is still stunning. No wonder
she had her choice of guys.

"It went a lot better than I expected. Just the graveside service
tomorrow and we can put this behind us," Blake said.

"I'm glad you had all your men there. When those friends of hers showed
up waving their bibles and tried to get to Michael..." She gave a nervous
laugh. "I thought Craig and Jared were going to kill them on the spot.
But then all your guys made a wall of muscles... and the glares they
gave... sheesh. I was scared."

"They are rather protective of him aren't they?"

"One way to put it. And I thought Daddy was going to have apoplexy. That
hot young guy with Gabriel was all over him! You could almost feel the
heat. He may be rethinking the wisdom of his decision."

"I sure hope so, or we went to a lot of effort for nothing."

"What?" Krysta said turning to Blake.

"That was Tanner and I gave him a mission. It was for all for show, well,
almost all. Though if Gabriel wanted, I'm sure Tanner would follow
through. We're just trying to escalate things a little. I put Gabriel on
'Addiction' months ago. Dad should be suffering some serious withdrawal
in the next few days. Add that to the aphrodisiacs We've been slipping
him to keep him horny..."

"Blake you didn't!"

"Oh, I most certainly did. Turnabout is fair play. We were his lab rats
for years. What I did was mild in comparison."

Krysta frowned and Blake could see that her whole body tensed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to drag up old stuff." Blake looked around to make
sure no one was near. "I swear I've never told a living soul."

"It's okay Tiger," Krista said using his old nickname as she pulled him
into a hug. "So you still have a weakness for chocolate?"

"Krista!" Blake exclaimed as he felt the blood rush to his face and other
places.

"Yup, still do. You know, if it weren't so horrific, it would be funny.
Bribe your little brother with chocolate and he'll let you use him like a
whore."

"But it had to be the good chocolate."

"Oh Tiger. Our family is so fucked up."

"But we're getting 'bet-ter'," he mocked.

"Thank you for helping with Brent."

"Pardon? He told you?"

"He didn't have to. I know how much he loves me and it is special that
he'd try so hard. I think it's taking all his willpower to resist. And
while I appreciate the effort part of me really wants him to fuck with
you so I can clean up. God I miss you Blake. Father messed me up so
badly... The doctors said that's why I can't carry. Some of the drugs
effected things - permanently."

"You could see one of my doctors, they might be able to help. It's our
specialty after all," Blake said.

"I've been seeing 'your' doctors. I asked them to keep it confidential.
Didn't want to worry you. It's a lost cause Blake, time for us to move
on."

"The shipments aren't helping?" Blake asked.

"Oh those work fine and keep me sane. But taking it from a vile is really
not the same. And like I said, combine your seed with Brent's juices and
it's intoxicating - the makeup sex is incredible."

"That's what it's like with Joseph - every time."

"Blake - you need to do something about Joseph. Life is short, things
happen. This thing with Jennifer is proof of that. Marry him. Prove to
him how much you love him before it's too late."

"He knows, honest."

"Blake it's not the same. Trust me," Krysta said.

"Yeah, first you want me to fuck my brother-in-law, then marry another
guy... I don't know about you Krysta."

"Fucking is not a commitment Blake. Just who of my friends in high school
and college didn't you fuck?"

"That's an exaggeration," Blake objected with a scowl.

"I don't think so. I know most, if not all of my girlfriends slept with
you. Do you remember Thanos, the Greek foreign exchange student I brought
home to study with?"

"Do I ever. Damn he was hot... sandwiched between us, that beautiful dark
ass."

"Then in college, the football player Daniel. I should have suspected
sooner when he wanted to spend so much time with my 'family'."

"Yeah. He had the most muscular legs, nice package too, but that round
bubble butt," Blake said with a dreamy expression.

"He was a great fuck, but not too bright as I recall," Krysta laughed.

"Yeah, but that ass! You know he came 'round for months after you broke
up. Right up until I started seeing Jennifer."

"Blake... you do realize all that was when you were still younger than
Michael? By the time you were Michael's age Jennifer was already
pregnant."

Blake cringed. "Yeah. Damn scary but between the accident with mom and me
hooking up with Jennifer, it did get me away from Dad, and his drug
experiments."

"And you can still be in the same room with him and not want to rip his
throat out?"

"It has crossed my mind at times. But he did try to make up for it."

"Guilt can be a powerful motivator. And you still believe his lies that
she's the one who took the overdose. Damn it Blake, after what he did to
us, you think it's so hard to believe he wasn't experimenting with drugs
on her too?"

"No, I've always thought it more likely that he did it to her. He always
complained she wasn't enthusiastic enough. But does it really matter? I
can't fix it or change what happened. I'm focused on managing him and
Gabriel is my best bet."

"Blake, can I borrow you?" Joseph asked peering into the kitchen.

"Sure, what's up?" Blake asked following Joseph back to the bedroom. He
paused in surprise to see most of his men sprawled on the bed. "Whoa..."

"Don't even start. It's bad enough in this house already," Joseph said
sternly.

"Okay, I give. What's going on?" Blake asked looking from one face to
another. Craig, Diablo, Stephen, and Jared were on the bed. Okay so we're
missing Michael and Brent.

"I'm about to lose it. The sexual need in this house is over the top. You
need to do something about Michael and maybe Brent or I'm going to lose
it in an epic way! I really don't think you want to have an all-out orgy
with your son and brother-in-law in the middle, and I have no idea how
I'd affect Krysta. I could be wrong but I think that might be bad,"
Joseph said glaring at Blake.

"What did I do?"

Joseph continued to glare, the other guys all decidedly found interest in
objects about the room. "Well someone needs to fuck them and soon!"

"Joseph, he's my son!"

"Oh like that's a deterrent, and I didn't say it had to be you."

Blake tried to think of workable options. I promised Brent - so maybe if
I asked Krysta, she'd take care of Brent. She knows about Joseph, she'd
understand... but Michael. He turned to the men on the bed. "So would any
of you be interested in..."

"No Blake, not fair. There is no way for us to answer that without
repercussions," Craig objected loudly.

Good point. So what could work? I know he's already said he's attracted
to Craig and Stephen. Diablo, definitely. He doesn't know Jared as well.
Joseph or I would be awkward at this stage. Blake turned to look at
Diablo who carefully avoided any eye contact. "Could you do it Diablo?"

"Do what?"

Blake rolled his eyes. Guess they don't want to make it easy on me.
"Teach him a lesson, take Michael, hard and rough, use him for sex. Don't
ask him, don't give him a choice, no sweet pillow talk, just hard, hot
sex. Show him what it was like for you."

Craig, Stephen, and Jared sat up straight - looking intently at Diablo,
the question clear on their faces. They turned to look at Blake as though
expecting him to explain.

"It would be a good lesson and it would solve my immediate problem,"
Joseph offered.

"You could also offer to do it the right way at a future date, as both
consenting, caring men," Blake added.

"I guess," Diablo responded quietly.

"Talk to us Dee. If this is a problem for you, any one of us could do
it," Craig offered.

"No, Blake's right. It needs to be me. And don't feel bad for my guys,
it's not that I don't want to. I actually do. Just seems a little cruel."

"Being fucked by you cannot be considered cruel, especially given how
badly he wants you," Joseph said.

"Might as well say this now. Michael is my son, in every sense. I don't
know how experienced he is, but I'm guessing he's done a lot more than we
know about and would do even more given the chance. I trust every one of
you, so if circumstances arise that you want to get it on with Michael,
go for it. It's okay with me. While I'd like to manage it and make sure
he's safe, considerate and caring... yada yada. Reality is you might have
to decide in the moment. But let's at least try to hold him off a month.
I'd like him to get to know you as people, not just hot fucks."

"You're testing us right?" Craig asked skeptically. "And besides, I am a
hot fuck."

"Yes, you are but no love, I'm not testing you. Believe it or not Michael
thinks you're charming and witty, I want him to get to know the smart-ass
prankster we all know."

"I can be charming and witty!" Craig objected.

"Until the guy's naked with his legs spread..." Stephen laughed.

"Yeah, then he's all about being a 'hot fuck'," Joseph added.

"Hey!" Craig said looking offended.

"We still love you Craig. I've got to admit that part of me doesn't want
to share any of you, especially with my own son. That, guys horrifies me
and turns me on at the same time. As Krysta and I have agreed, I have a
fucked up family."

The guys stood in unison and all pulled Blake into a group hug. "No
Blake, it's a great family and I wouldn't trade it for any other in the
world," Craig said.

"Me either," Stephen added.

"Yup," Jared said.

"He's right Blake. We're good together, aren't we Diablo?" Joseph asked
pulling him closer.

"I wasn't sure I counted as family," Diablo said.

"Oh most definitely," Blake said. "So I'll go talk to Krysta. Dee, you go
give Michael his lesson and the rest of you... get naked, cause when I
get back we're gonna show Joseph how much we learned from his last orgy.
Oh... and Joseph, you may want to text Max and tell him to hurry." Blake
left the room with a huge smile, Craig was almost naked before he'd
finished his sentence.

END Chapter 16


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