Date: Mon, 15 May 2017 09:25:23 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB, Chapter 18: Crossing the Line

This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of explicit gay sex with a
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The LAB
Chapter 18: Crossing the Line
By Tripp Savidge

*   Sean - Scene 1   *

Sean jumped as the sirens began blaring and the strobe lights flashed. He
quickly washed his hands and headed back into the hallway to find total
chaos. Students were running through the hall, all quickly headed into
classrooms. He looked around deciding what he should do when he heard his
name.

"Sean, in here now!" Mr. Carter yelled above the din.

Sean hooked the restroom pass on his belt loop and crossed the hall,
narrowly avoiding being knocked over by the other kids running by. He
stepped in and felt Mr. Carter's hand on his back pushing him into the
room. The door closed behind him with a thud. Sean looked around and saw
that everyone was seated on the floor against the interior wall. The
blinds were closed and the lights off, leaving the room in dim light. He
saw a hand wave and headed toward it.

"Hey," Michael said scooting over and making room for Sean.

"Thanks Michael. What's going on?"

"Didn't you hear the gunshots? Just before the alarms went off."

"No, I was in the john."

"Guess we're on lockdown. Seems to be happening a lot lately."

"Yeah," Sean looked around and took a deep breath. He saw Logan, sitting
farther down the line. When he made eye contact, Logan turned the other
way. What a jerk. Sean thought.

"Love troubles?" Michael asked looking at Logan and turning back to Sean,

"It was never love. But the sex was good. He's a jerk, started getting
bossy, telling me what to do, who I could talk to. Bad mouthing the other
guys. I don't need that shit."

Michael gave a nod. "You can do better."

"Huh?" Sean looked at Michael in surprise. They were at best, social
friends, knew each other from classes, polite, but had never hung out
together. Of course Sean knew a lot more about Michael - he'd been
keeping an eye on him for a couple years now and reporting back to Dr.
Connor.

"Seriously, not that Logan isn't cute, but dude, you are so out of his
league."

"Thanks. Hope he doesn't make a scene."

"You mean revert to being a homophobic bastard and bully?"

Sean gave a nervous laugh, "Yeah, something like that."

A knock at the door caused everyone to jump and start whispering.

"Everyone, quiet," Mr. Carter said just above a whisper. He went to the
door and carefully peeked through the small, narrow window. He seemed to
relax and then knelt down to remove the Barracuda door lock. It was this
new thing they'd put in all the classes after the last shooting. A fancy
intruder defense lock that slid under the door and locked into both sides
of the door jam.

The door opened and everyone watch as Dr. Maxey stepped in and started
talking in whispers with Mr. Carter. They looked down the line of
students and Sean felt a cold chill when Dr. Maxey made eye contact with
him and gave a nod. Mr. Carter walked over to Sean and Michael and knelt
down.

"Guys, you two need to go with Dr. Maxey."

Sean stood up and looked back at Michael who shrugged. Mr. Carter
unlocked the door and held it open as they stepped into the hall. Sean
heard the lock behind him and then the sounds of Mr. Carter putting the
intruder lock back in place. His gut twisted in fear.

"Boys, head toward 'B' hall. Sean, you have your cel phone on you?"

"Yeah..."

"Wait until we turn the corner - the surveillance cameras in B hall are
broken. Once we're there, pull it out. Do you have Dr. Connor's private
number?"

"Yeah." Sean was now really worried. They rounded the corner. The school
was set up in a large square with a center courtyard. B hall was on the
opposite side of the building from the school office. If that was where
they were headed, they were going in the wrong direction.

"Pull it up for me and hand me the phone," Dr. Maxey said.

Sean handed the phone to Dr. Maxey and caught the confused look Michael
was giving him.

"Dude, why do you have my Dad's private number?"

"He orders a lot of pizzas and rather than calling the shop, he'll text
me or call me."

Sean felt a little queasy - it wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't the
truth either. He watched Michael's expression and guessed that he wasn't
buying it.

"You work for a pizza place?"

"Yeah, well I don't make the pizzas unless we're really short-handed.
Most of the time I just deliver."

Michael grabbed Sean's arm and turned him toward him. "Wait, you're a
delivery boy... you wouldn't happen to be 'the' delivery boy."

"What? Yeah I'm a delivery guy."

"Okay boys, head into the restroom," Dr. Maxey said. He pulled out his
keys and walked over to the cleaning closet. He unlocked the door and
opened it. He handed the phone back to Sean.

"What's going on sir?"

"I can't say. Sean you need to trust me. Hide in the closet and lock the
door. When you hear the all clear, move into one of the stalls then when
it gets busy, come out and join with the crowd."

"What about Michael?"

"He has to come with me."

Sean was worried, this was all too strange. He pulled the door closed and
threw the lock. The closet smelled awful. He found a spot to sit and wait
as he pulled out his phone. He pulled up the messages to see what Dr.
Maxey had sent.

   Sean:  'The Smith's took your pizza.'

   Dr. Connor:  'Make another and deliver to smart ass after school.
He'll take care of you.'

"Fuck." Sean muttered. This is bad, really, really bad."


*   Dr. Connor - Scene 2   *

Dr. Connor struggled to wake. It was like swimming up from the depths and
everything just felt wrong. He couldn't focus and his head felt 'thick'.
He knew he should wake up, there was something really important he was
forgetting.

"It's okay, just take your time. I have some water for you..." the voice
was so familiar. He should know who...

Blake opened his eyes and the world spun for a moment. He closed his eyes
tightly and tried again. Where am I? He wondered looking up at the
ceiling - it wasn't familiar. "Where?" He croaked. His throat was dry and
scratchy.

"In the Lab, somewhere. Never been here before. Take a sip of water,
it'll help."

Blake looked toward the voice and couldn't hold back the moan of grief as
it all came rushing back. He began to sob.

"It's okay Dad. I got you," Michael pulled Blake into his arms as he sat
on the cot and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back.

"Joseph..." Blake sobbed, trying to get his words out and failing.

"I know Dad. They told me. They told me they're tracking him and think
he's still alive. It's been several hours since the last update."

Blake hugged Michael tightly and tried to get his emotions in check. It
took a while before he got some control. He sat back and looked around.
They were in a cell, a ten by ten concrete box with two cots, a toilet, a
sink, and one solid door.

"Never thought I'd end up in one of my own cells," Blake said.

"And why do you have cells?" Michael asked.

"Long story. I'm not sure it has ever been used before."

"Well, we might have a long time. Want to tell me?"

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you? What do you know?" Blake asked in a
barrage.

Michael turned around and scooted back on the cot beside Blake so his
back was against the wall. "I'm fine. Scared and a little freaked out,
but no they didn't hurt me. There was some kind of shooting at the school
and these guys in black suits hustled me out to a big black SUV, drove me
to the Lab and put me in here with you. On the way, they told me someone
was trying to kidnap me. They said they'd also taken Joseph and shot some
people at the University. They slid some water and a snack through the
door a while ago. That's when they told me they were tracking Joseph and
thought he was alive. No one has come by since."

"That's it?"

"Mostly. They also said you'd been drugged and we were in here for our
own protection. That when you came around, you'd be really confused and
need water."

"I'm so sorry Michael."

"Hey, we're both okay and they'll get Joseph back. The bad guys can't be
any scarier than those guards."

"I wish that were true. Oh god, if anything happens to Joseph... I love
him so much."

Michael put his arm around his dad's shoulder and hugged. "I love him
too. He's tough Dad, he'll get through this."

"Was any one hurt at the school?"

"Not that I saw, but there were gun shots before they put us on lockdown.
I asked when they were bringing me here but they just ignored my
questions."

"I got the text from Sean just before they drugged me."

"Actually that was Dr. Maxey using Sean's phone." Michael turned to catch
Blake's eye. "Dad, how do you know Sean?"

"We order a lot of pizza."

"Dad. He's 'the' delivery boy you and the guys talk about being so hot
isn't he?"

"Michael..."

"Come on Dad. I'm not a kid. Armed men just pulled me out of lockdown and
shoved me in an SUV - like some bad action flick and threw me in what
appears to be a jail cell with my drugged Dad."

"Yeah, Sean's that delivery boy."

"Geez Dad, are you fucking all of my classmates? What? I'm not good
enough to join the list?

"Michael. Don't. There aren't others, Sean is a special guy and isn't
just a 'casual fuck'."

"And what about Taylor, you fucked him. Shit, I see how he looks at you
when he thinks I'm not paying attention. I'm not the only Connor he wants
in his ass."

"That was for you. Yeah, he's hot and I enjoy him but I wanted you to
have someone willing to take care of you. I just helped him over the
hurdle."

"Wow, Dad, that was really great of you."

"You didn't enjoy him?"

"Shit Dad, yes, the sex was awesome and he's my friend, not just a good
lay. You telling me that Joseph was okay with these guys?"

"Yes. Joseph helped make it happen with Taylor. He's also pretty fond of
Sean and as often as not, joined us."

"Fuck. You and Joseph did a threesome with Sean?"

"Most of the time, yeah."

"My head hurts. Is there anyone who doesn't want to sleep with you?"

"Michael, that's not fair.'

"No Dad, what's not fair is being the only guy 'not' in your bed. What's
not fair is having a dad who could be a supermodel and watching everyone
throw themselves at him. Or, being jealous that one of your best friends
gets the attention from your Dad that you want!"

"I can't. You're my son! I love you too much to do that to you or me.
I've been there, I know!" Blake shouted.

"What do you mean..." Michael turned to look at his dad, his suspicion
rising as pieces started falling into place. "Oh my god...

Blake pulled his knees up and tried to hide his face. He realized that at
some point someone had removed his shoes.

"That's why you won't let me alone with grandpa... why you and Aunt
Krysta talk about him that way. I'm sorry Dad. I didn't mean... shit. But
what if I'm okay with it?"

"Oh god Michael. I'm messed up enough as it is. You're surrounded by hot,
gorgeous men, you don't need to sleep with me."

"But I want you to look at me like you do them..."

"I think love would be healthier than lust and I couldn't love you more
Michael." Blake pulled Michael into his arms and hugged him tight.
"Please Michael. It's not that I don't think you're attractive, you're so
fucking gorgeous it drives me crazy. You deserve better."

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too. That's why I gotta say no. I'm not a nice person son,
I'm not even sure I qualify as one of the good guys. I've done and will
continue to do stuff that breaks the rules. And when it comes to keeping
you and Joseph safe and taking care of my men, I have no boundaries, no
limits. Understand?"

"A little. Grandpa hurt you didn't he? Aunt Krysta too."

"Yeah bear. He did. You don't need details but your grandpa used me and
Krysta as his own personal guinea pigs. He didn't have test subjects or a
lab - he used his kids."

"Fuck, that's messed up."

"Yeah and now so are we. Some of the stuff he used is still in our
systems - still affecting our bodies and how we respond. I want nothing
more for you than finding a person you love and can settle down with and
build a life and a family. I don't care if it's a man or a woman, but if
it could be 'one' that would be awesome."

"But you have Joseph..."

"Oh god, I hope so." Blake felt the tears coming on and had to sit for a
moment before he could speak. "Neither Joseph nor I can be monogamous, so
it works. We have some of the same sexual drive and needs issues, so in a
way we understand each other."

"We'll get him back Dad."

"I'm not a very religious man, but I'm praying harder than I ever have in
my life."

"You ought to marry him."

Blake laughed and pulled Michael to him, playfully rubbing his knuckles
across his scalp. "I agree. Not sure what day it is, but I think it was
supposed to happen tonight. I was going to take him to a fancy restaurant
and propose."

"Really?" Michael's eyes got wide and he turned to look at Blake.

"For real."

"That'll be awesome. Though Joey feels more like a brother than a dad."

"Yeah, he thinks you're pretty special too."

"Might not be 'traditional' but we have a pretty great family."

Knock. Knock. The slot at the bottom of the door opened and a tray slid
into the cell. Michael pulled it through and a second tray followed.

"Hey, thought you'd want to let your dad know. They think they've found
him and are moving in now. I'll stop back when I hear more. You need
anything?" The voice was a deep baritone and had at least a bit of
compassion.

"No, we're good," Michael looked at the trays and up to his dad. "You
want turkey or mystery meat?"

Blake snickered. "I think it's Salisbury steak."

"Mystery meat."

"It's fine, I'll eat it. Don't know when the last time was that I had a
microwavable frozen dinner."

"Thought you had chefs working here?" Michael handed over the tray to
Blake and put the other in his lap.

"We do. But I have no idea what happened when they put us on lockdown.
Might also be easier since they don't even know where the kitchen is."

"Eh... not too bad. Tastes better than school food."

"Ha... I'm not sure that's a good litmus test."

"Joey's a much better cook." Michael poked at his food with the fork, and
then looked up at Blake with a tear running down his cheek.

"Yeah, he is pretty awesome... at lots of things." Blake choked back a
sob and took a drink.

"Mom hated him..."

"What?"

"Mom hated Joey. I heard her talking on the phone - don't know who she
was talking to. She was furious, telling whoever, that she hated how
pretty he was, that all her girlfriends would swoon over him, that
everyone seemed to like him as soon as they met him. She got so worked
up, it pissed her off royally that he could make you smile and turn you
on. She'd throw these little tantrums every time she saw you two
together."

"I'm sorry Michael. You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

"S'okay Dad. It actually helped. It made me see things - like how your
eyes light up when you see him. Then I noticed they do that for me too.
Made me feel loved."

"You are-"

"Let me finish... I saw how bitter and hateful mom got, I think she still
loved you. Maybe in a freaky, messed up sort of way... Then in the last
year or so, she started commenting how much I looked like you. She
started drinking. Started taking it out on me, yelling a lot. That's why
we were fighting. So when I said I was happy about coming to live with
you, I was just being honest. It was a relief. Your house is full of
love."

"Michael..."

"You can't be sorry for everything Dad. Just thought you ought to know.
Once we get Joseph back, we're gonna make it even better."

"Yeah, we will."


*   Sean - Scene 3   *

The last bell rang and Sean finished putting all his stuff back in his
backpack. Just as he zipped up his phone buzzed.

   Jimmy:  'Dude, there's a scary guy in a dark suit and shades waiting
at your car. They've also got guards at the exits. What's up?'

   Sean:  'No idea. Stay clear of him.'

Fuck, that's bad. Sean looked around as everyone headed out and tried to
think of a way to get by them and how the hell was he going to get home
if they were at his car.
His phone buzzed again.

   Unknown:  'Rides out lot. Black Nissan. A friend.'

Sean read the text again. Double fuck. It could be a trick, but then if
it's a trick they wouldn't be checking the exits and waiting at my car...
I hope. Sean headed out and debated a minute before heading down to the
lower level by the gym.

"Sean? What are you doing down here?" Coach Findley called out as he came
around the corner.

"Hey, I need a favor. Can I leave through the field door?"

"Suuuurrrreeee," Coach gave Sean an odd look. "Everything okay Sean?"

"No and I don't know why - don't ask. It's a Dr. Connor thing. Can you
pretend you never saw me?"

"Dr. Connor thing? Shit kid. You're forgotten, get out but don't be a
stranger. Just 'cause Logan got stupid doesn't mean you and I can't..."

"Yeah. Gotcha, gotta go. Thanks Coach."

Sean looked out the window in the door, relieved that there was no one in
sight. He slipped out and closed the door quietly then carefully made his
way around the building to the car riders' lot, jumping in with the other
students when he saw a chance.

"Sean, what are you doing here? You drive." Rachel said turning around to
look at him.

"Not today. Got a ride. Rachel can you do me a biggie and pretend to be
into me for a few?"

"Sean Abernathy! Have you lost your mind? Who's going to believe it? I
don't think you'll make Logan jealous this way."

"Please Rachel," Sean pleaded.

"Okay, but you owe me. Oh... this is going to get tongues wagging. Hey,
I'll do it if you let me tell everyone that I'm trying to make you go
straight." Rachel gave an evil smile as she moved in and ran her hand
down Sean's abs, to tease him under his shirt.

"Fine." Sean saw one of the guys in suits walking along the edge of the
waiting students and hoped this worked. Just as the guy was getting
close, Rachel made her move.

"Mmmmmm." Rachel practically moaned as she pulled Sean into her grabbing
his hand and putting it on her ass as she ground herself into him and
captured his mouth. She kissed him like he was the best thing ever.

Holy fuck, what is she doing? Sean screamed in his head as Rachel's
tongue threatened to crawl down his throat. And her hands! Shit even
Logan was never this forward. She had her hand in his crotch and was
stroking him. I feel so violated! Just as he thought he'd pass out from
lack of breath or heave his guts, she released him and stood back giving
him the most devilish smile.

"Sean Abernathy - you ever decide to change teams, you call me. I may
take it as a personal mission to convert you. Damn but you can kiss and
if you're half as good with that beast in your pants... Oh darlin'."

Sean was speechless as he watched Rachel go jump in her mom's car. She
turned and blew him a kiss. Half the car riders were looking at him in
shock. Fortunately, the guy in the suit had moved on and was walking
away, totally dismissing him.

Well, that worked. Sean thought bringing his hand up to his lips,
realizing he'd just frenched his first girl, and had his cock majorly
groped too. He heard the rumble as the next car pulled around and his
mouth dropped as the window rolled down.

"Get in," the deep voice said.

Sean moved forward and opened the door, quickly sliding in and pulling
his pack in his lap as he buckled.

"Shit! GT-R dude? You could have said!"

"Whatever. You okay?" Craig asked giving Sean a quick once over.

"Confused, scared, and a little freaked out. What the hell's going on?"

"Let's get out of here first. Then we can talk."

"Love your ride man." Sean looked around the car and tried to keep from
drooling. "So fucking hot." Sean muttered.

"Thanks, I work out."

Sean burst into a laugh. "I meant the car."

"I borrowed it. Not mine."

"You mean you stole it?" Sean squeaked in surprise.

"No, borrowed, It's Diablos but he hasn't been driving lately so didn't
think they'd be looking for it. They were watching mine."

"Oh. Yeah, I could see him driving this. He's so hot. Oh... I mean you're
hot too."

Craig glanced his way, briefly lowering his sunglasses and giving Sean
the 'look".

"You know... that's just mean. If you're going to give me that sexy-ass
'I wanna fuck you' look then you gotta follow through. Not just be
leading me on."

Craig chuckled as he pulled out into traffic and left the school behind.

"So why were they looking for me?" Sean asked.

"Not positive, but we think because you're a regular at Blake's and
you've been around the Lab a fair bit recently. They're looking for
anyone close to Blake and Joseph. We're headed to a safe-house. As far as
we can tell they don't know about it."

"Shit! What about my folks? What if they show up there?"

"Sorry, they're gonna have to worry for a bit. We'll fix it for you
later." Craig kept glancing up to the rear-view mirror and checking
around.

Sean caught on that Craig was on edge so kept quiet as they crossed town,
heading into the suburbs. They entered a non-descript neighborhood and
pulled up to a house that looked like all the others. The garage door
opened and Craig pulled in, turned off the car and put a hand on Sean's
leg.

"Wait a second."

The garage door closed, and Craig gave a nod and opened up his door.
"We're here kid."

"I'm not a kid."

"No, but it gets you riled up when I say it." Craig gave a smile as he
pulled off his shades. "Come on, let's see what's happening and I'll tell
you what I can."

Sean followed Craig into the house and down into the basement where it
looked like someone had set up a high-tech command center. Sean froze on
the steps and tried to take it in.

"Hey guys, Sean's here. One successful rescue."

"Hey." Sean said.

"Sean, this is Drew and the guy with the headset is Beau."

"Hey Sean, don't think we've met. I'm Drew. I just started working at the
Lab."

Sean gave a nod as he watched Drew working at a console, typing quickly
and checking out numerous monitors. Many of them showing satellite maps.

"What's the latest?" Craig asked.

Beau turned and put his hand to the headset, muting the mic. "Jared,
Diablo, and company are one step ahead of the Agency guys... at the
moment... getting into position in a hangar at the charter terminal."

"We had been following but we don't think there's any question they're
headed to the airport. Tracked down a charter booked by Corsic's front
company. Fortunately for us, the kidnappers got caught between
construction and a couple wrecks. A couple Agency swat teams are trailing
them. From the chatter we've been able to pick up, we think the Agency
finally figured out where they're headed," Drew said.

"Any word on Joseph?"

"Not really. Maybe Derrick or Carl could get more, this is all still new
to me. Best I can figure is he's alive. But damn, I just don't know
enough. Most of information and numbers coming through are just gibberish
to me. If I knew what it was 'supposed' to be telling me, then maybe I'd
be able to piece it together."

"It's okay Drew. You're doing a great job. Just keep tracking him and let
us know if anything changes. Beau, any idea what Jared has planned?"

"Taking out an international airport?" Beau said with a nervous laugh.
"No clue. He's got enough artillery to do some major damage. But he
promised us, he's the 'Plan B' if the Agency messes up. He says he isn't
going to get in their way."

Sean saw Craig turn and look at him, that smart-ass smile on his face
again. "There. Now you know as much as me."

"So somebody kidnapped Joseph?" Sean asked.

"Yeah. We think its guys working for a real head-case, an international
criminal and unsatisfied customer. But we're guessing. He was taken at
the University - a couple people were killed and Chris was shot."

"Our Chris?" Sean asked in shock. He knew Chris, intimately even.

"Yeah buddy, our Chris. Last update was that he was in surgery. They
life-flighted him. If you hadn't heard, there was some shooting at the
high school too. Both of the Agency men watching over Michael were
killed. Don't know more than that."

"So the men who took Michael..."

"Agency. Sorry... a government group - sort of like the FBI but more
cloak and dagger. They were the ones supposedly protecting Michael.
Unless we hear otherwise, we're hoping and assuming they took him in to
protect him," Craig explained.

Sean sat down on the stairs trying to take it all in. This wasn't a joke
or a game. People were dead, Chris shot. Joseph kidnapped. He fought back
tears as he thought about them. They were his friends. Not just fuck-
buddies, guys who laughed with him, teased him, knew about his family,
school.

"Hey, it'll be okay." Craig sat on the step next to him and wrapped his
arm around Sean's shoulder.

"You finally pay attention to me and it's because the whole fucking world
is falling apart."

"Nah buddy, don't cut yourself short. I notice ya. Sexy little flirt, too
pretty for your own good."

"Never acted like you noticed," Sean objected.

"Oh, I notice. Besides, I think you get lots of attention." Craig rubbed
Sean's back.

"Maybe I wanted attention from you..."

"Craig! Jared said they just showed up. Kidnappers and Agency guys. It's
going down!" Beau yelled.


*   Dr. Connor - Scene 4   *

A knock brought Dr. Connor out from his light sleep. He looked toward the
door and heard the click of the lock as the door opened. The room was
still on night mode with the light turned down to a faint glow.

"Dr. Connor," the guard called out.

"Yeah?"

"Time to wake up. I'm to take you to the hospital."

"Shit. Is Joseph okay?" Blake grabbed his rumpled shirt and pulled it on
then looked under the cot to find his shoes.

"Sorry, I don't know - just that they got him back and took him to City
and we're to take you there."

"Michael?"

"Up to you Dr. Connor. He can stay here or he can go with you - your
choice."

Blake looked over to Michael's cot and saw that he was awake and pulling
on his shoes.

"What? I'm goin' Dad. You're not leaving me here." Michael stood and
Blake knew if he could see better, there'd be a challenge in Michael's
glare.

"Sir, could we stop by to at least brush our teeth and get a fresh shirt?
Michael and I are both sorta nasty."

"Sorry Dr. Connor but I can't take you back to the house. Just to the
hospital."

Blake got close enough to realize it was the same, shaved headed muscle
jock from the hospital when Jennifer was killed, Agent Decker. "Hey, just
means going up to my office. I've got spare clothes and stuff there."

"That we can do." Agent Decker actually appeared relieved and stepped
back to let Dr. Connor and Michael step out into the hallway.

"Are we still on lock down?" Blake asked as they took the elevator up to
his office and private rooms.

"Yes sir. We were told it would at least be until tomorrow morning. Sorry
about all this, and about your guy."

"Thanks. Your new boss certainly runs things differently than his
predecessor," Blake said, but didn't see the agent's expression since the
doors opened right then.

"Yeah," Decker said.

It didn't take long at all for Blake and Michael to wash their faces,
brush their teeth, and find some clothes. Blake opted for a pair of jeans
and form fitted t-shirt. Michael didn't have clothes at the penthouse but
found a t-shirt of Joseph's he could wear. It was a little loose, but no
one would ever notice.

The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever and Blake's mind kept
working out all the possible outcomes - most of them horrible. He looked
over to see Michael staring out the window, watching the lights. It
wasn't that long ago Blake was rushing to see what had happened to him -
finding his ex-wife dead and one of Michael's classmates fighting for his
life.

Michael turned to Blake and took his hand. "It'll be okay Dad. We'll get
Joseph fixed up and you can get all mushy and tell him how much you love
him."

Blake gave a nervous laugh, trying to cover the tears. "Yeah, I plan on
it."

Finally, Blake thought as they pulled up to the hospital entrance. There
were more agents waiting just inside the door who walked with them as
they made their way. "Can you tell me anything?"

"Sorry sir. We know what room he's in, that's it. We did hear that the
ones who kidnapped him are either dead or in custody. Guess, it was a
messy shoot-out. Plane blew up - several casualties."

Oh god, what if Joseph was shot...Blake saw a couple uniformed guards at
a door up ahead. As they got closer a gray haired, portly nurse stepped
out and walked toward them. Blake choked back a response as he recognized
Clara, a nurse from the Lab, in her signature smiley-face smock. She
walked right by them carrying a tray of blood samples, not even making
eye contact.

"This is it," the agent said.

"Thank you." Blake opened the door and pulled Michael in behind him. An
agent was standing just inside the door. Blake caught his breath as he
got around the corner and saw two doctors hovering over Joseph. One of
those attending, Dr. Trammell, Blake recognized immediately, he turned
and came over to them.

"I'm so sorry for all this Blake. But good news, he's going to be okay."

Blake fought back tears and pulled Dr. Trammell into a hug.

"It's okay buddy. I checked him over myself. No injuries beyond some rope
burns and chafing where he was tied up."

"Did you check for..."

"Hey, relax. Yes. No signs of any activity back there. No residue, no
inflammation, nothing that isn't exactly as it should be." Dr. Trammell
held Blake out with a hand on each arm. "Deep breath. He's been drugged -
sedated. Don't know with what yet, we're still waiting for the results.

"Bad stuff?" Blake saw Michael walk over to Joseph's bedside and startle
- he looked like he'd seen a ghost then just as quickly his face went
blank and he turned to stare at Joseph's sleeping form.

"From what we can tell, I don't think so. All his vitals are good. He
shows all the signs of being under anesthesia. So we'll see what the
tests come back with, otherwise, we wait."

"Thank you Robbie."

"Don't worry Doc. You've got the whole team watching out for this guy and
several have put themselves on call, just in case."

"Fuck, I forgot about Chris!"

"Chill. He's doing okay. Not great, but no reason he won't have a full
recovery too. Surgery went well. Dr. Blackwood took care of him and Dr.
Fouant even came in special to make sure he was stitched up real pretty."

"Thanks Robbie. Is he awake?"

"No, or at least he wasn't last I checked. Check on your man here then
you can go look in on him. He's just down the hall."

"Dr. Ramirez, I'm going to finish rounds. Buzz me if you need anything.
Blake I don't know if you've met Dr. Ramirez. You two usually end up
working different shifts," Dr. Trammell said.

Blake walked over to the bed and felt the agent watching him, taking
everything in. Damn it, don't know why they have to be in here. Can't
have even a little privacy. The other doctor turned and Blake understood
Michael's reaction. He steeled himself and took a deep breath.

"Dr. Ramirez, a pleasure to meet you."

"Dr. Connor. Likewise, though I'm sorry it is under these circumstances."
Dr. Ramirez had a sexy, deep, bedroom voice with enough accent to make
the blood rush to Blake's privates.

Blake looked at the badge and couldn't hide the smirk. Maybe. If Dr.
Ramirez grew a foot taller, had plastic surgery and worked out a whole
lot more. But... the photo's close enough that anyone who didn't know the
doctor personally wouldn't pick up on it. It took all of Blake's control
not to reach out, grab the 'doctor' and kiss him. He'd have to remember
to tell Diablo that he looked good in a beard and glasses.

"He stirring?" Blake asked.

"Nothing yet. Given his condition and since we don't know what he was
given, I offered to stay and monitor him. I'll be glad to step out and
give you some privacy. Let me know when you're through."

"Thank you doctor." Blake couldn't help but smile as he watched Diablo
step from the room. Damn but he makes a hot doctor. We should so role
play that - one doctor to another.

Blake ran his hand gently across Joseph's cheek. He couldn't help but
check his eyes and then his pulse. He checked the drip bag and confirmed
they were keeping him hydrated, probably to help with the drugs as well.

"He looks like he's sleeping," Michael said.

"He is. Could you hear what Dr. Trammell told me?"

"Sorry, no. I got distracted," Michael said looking over toward the
agent.

"He's been drugged, but they didn't find anything else." Blake leaned
down and gave Joseph a gentle kiss. "He is so beautiful."

Michael laughed. "Hey Dad, I think he knows you're here."

"Why?"

Michael rolled his eyes and pointed to the notable tent under the sheets.

Blake wiped away a tear, this time of joy and leaned down to give another
kiss. He kissed along Joseph's cheek to his ear before whispering. "Hey
sexy, I love you and when you get better and I get you home. I'm going to
make it up to you. So get better and save up for me."

"Dad!" Michael's voice sounded like a mix of embarrassment and
exasperation.

"What now?"

Michael tipped his head and drew Blake's attention to a growing wet spot
on the sheet and then in a low voice. "What did you just say to him?"

Blake smiled and came around to give Michael a hug. "Just a promise of
what was to come. You okay if I go check on Chris?"

"Sure."

Dr. Connor left the room and went to the nurses' station to find out
Chris's room number. He quietly opened the door and looked in. It was a
double but currently Chris was the only one in the room. He was hooked up
to monitors and a drip bag and he saw that Chris appeared to be asleep.

Blake gazed down at him and marveled at how handsome he was. The bandages
on his shoulder and chest were evident, but otherwise, he looked good.
Blake gave him a kiss on the forehead and saw his eyes flutter.

"Damn pesky nurses..." Chris muttered, barely audible in his rasp.

"If you weren't so damned sexy maybe they could resist you." Blake said.

Chris opened his eyes with a grimace. "Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"Oh fuck... Joseph..." Tears started forming in Chris's eyes and he
looked like he was headed for an emotional breakdown.

"Stop. Joseph is okay. Just down the hall from you."

"But..."

"A really long day stud. But Joseph is back, you're going to be fine and
then we'll get all this shit straightened out."

"Tried..."

"Of course you did. Don't worry about that now. Just rest and get
better."

"Love..." and Chris was out again.

Blake gave him another kiss before heading back to sit with Joseph. He
returned to Joseph's room after checking in with the nurses and Dr.
Trammell. Two guards still stood sentry outside and an agent was sitting
in a chair inside the room. In the low nightlight, he could see Michael
curled up asleep in the chair beside Joseph's bed. He checked the drip
out of habit and gently touched Joseph's face before resting another kiss
on his lips.

Oh baby, I'm so glad to have you back. Blake checked the time, 2:30 AM,
then looked around and grabbed the other side chair from the second bed.
Not likely they're going to put anyone else in here tonight. He thought
as he pushed it up close to the bed and made himself as comfortable as he
could.

"Dr. Connor... sir. He's waking up sir." A man was shaking his shoulder,
his voice sounded familiar.

Blake came awake, the room was much brighter with the first rays of the
sun coming through the blinds. He saw a nurse, Mindy, someone he'd worked
with for years checking over Joseph. He looked up into the dark eyes of
the nurse who'd awakened him and smiled. He glanced at the battered tag,
Carl Clemons, and smiled. He knew Carl and this was not Carl, but he was
okay with that. He just had to not let on to the agent in the room.

"Thanks." He accepted the offered hand and gave an extra squeeze and
smile. Realizing his people were surrounding Joseph helped Blake relax.
He didn't trust the Agency.

"Thought you'd want to be the first thing he sees." Jared, currently
known as Carl, said.

Michael had also awakened and was standing aside so Mindy could change
out his drip bag.

Blake sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand to Joseph's cheek.
"Good morning beautiful."

Joseph's eyes fluttered and opened, a smile lighting up his face. Then as
he looked around, the smile was replaced with a frown then a grimace and
his eyes started to show panic.

"You're okay baby. We've got you."

"Chris?" Joseph rasped, trying to sit up.

"Lie still. Chris is going to be okay - he's down the hall."

"They shot him... oh god... they shot Dr. Frankle and Rebecca. She was
standing right beside me."

"Shhhhhh. You need to rest for now. Michael and I are here. The bad guys
are dead or in custody. Chris will have to stay a few more days but they
brought in the best plastic surgeon so there won't even be a noticeable
scar."

Joseph turned to see Michael and held out his hand. Michael leaned in and
hugged Joseph, not even trying to hide the tears. Joseph turned back to
Blake and gave a weak smile.

"We love you Joseph and I'm never letting you go. Once we get you home
and on your feet, if you'd be willing and if you'd like... I'd like to
make it permanent."

Joseph started crying and reached out to pull Blake in for a kiss while
not letting go of Michael.

"Like a real family..." Joseph managed.

"Yeah, like a real family."


*   Dr. Connor - Scene 5   *

Dr. Connor was getting a serious sense of deja-vous as he sat nursing his
coffee in the doctors' lounge.

"He should be here any minute," Agent Decker said from the door.

Blake sipped the coffee until the door opened and Mr. Smith entered. He
was a middle-aged man, gray hair, slender to average build, with what
appeared to be a permanent scowl. He'd look at home in any corporate
office.

"Dr. Connor," Smith said as he sat down across from him. "We got him back
for you just like I said."

"Thank you." Blake guarded his tone and tried not to let his distaste for
the agency bureaucrat show.

"You should appreciate it. I lost several good men, all for your fag boy-
toy." Smith proceeded on. "We'll move the Lab off of lockdown later
today. Got to say I'm surprised."

"Why's that?" Blake really wanted to rip the man's tongue out and maybe
remove some other body parts as well, but he knew that wasn't an option
at the moment.

"I expected your folks to get in our way. But surprise, they all behaved
themselves. Not that there isn't room for improvement. Need to stress to
your people if we ever go in a lockdown again, they need to report in.
Several of your guards and some of the staff just disappeared. Didn't
come home, didn't come to the Lab, they vanished. Rather suspicious."

"They aren't slaves Mr. Smith. What they do on their own time is their
business."

"No, it's my business. Please make sure they understand that. Also, that
little fag slut you've been banging - from your son's class. Couldn't
find him either. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know who you're referring to."

"Yes you do. Abernathy. Do I need to repeat the question?"

"No Mr. Smith but as you may be aware, I was drugged and locked in a cell
since this all began. How could I possibly know what was happening?"

Mr. Smith glared at Dr. Connor and gripped the table. "I don't like it
when people don't play by the rules."

"What rules are you referring to Mr. Smith? You've as much as said, you
are above such things."

"Your day will come Dr. Connor. They may think you're an invaluable
resource now, but things change."

"Yes, Mr. Smith, they do. I assume you wanted to meet with me for a
reason?" Blake was seething. He was using every anger control method he
knew and still wondered if he'd make it through this talk without killing
the man.

"Your assistance and facilities will be required. There were nine men
involved in the attack and kidnapping. Two were killed in the shoot-out,
three blew up with the plane and we took the remaining four into custody.
Though, official records will show that they also died in the explosion."

"The plane exploded?"

"Unexpected but it worked in our favor. We don't know how or why and
frankly we don't care. There's not enough left to investigate and there's
no point. But the four are in our facility, waiting for us to pick up
their incentive. Once we're done with interrogation, they'll be moved to
the Lab."

"Mr. Smith, we develop and test pharmaceuticals. We don't house
prisoners."

"You do now. Besides, I have special plans for these guys. One of them
has been on our most wanted list for years. He's personally taken out
more agents than any other individual and I have a score to settle. One
of them is a gift for you Dr. Connor. Mr. Brett Ward, figure you have a
personal score to settle with him. The other two I want broken and
trained. I have plans for them. I assure you, I will be quite involved
and oversee their time with you."

"What do you want from me?" Blake asked.

"Tomorrow I'll send a car for you. You'll be joining me at our facility -
not nearly as fine or swanky as what you have. I want you to bring your
bag of treats and anything you think necessary to do an exam of our
intakes. I have doctors, but their specialty is a little different and
since I want to keep these guys alive... well, you understand."

"Can I bring my guards?"

"No." Mr. Smith paused and looked at the door. "Well... on second thought
you can bring one. Just make sure he has a strong stomach. I promise that
I'll have lots of guards on hand. Probably better trained than yours
too."

"Any issue with me taking Joseph home when he's released?"

"Not at all. Just make sure my agents know where you'll be in the
morning. I don't like to be kept waiting."

With his final words, Mr. Smith stood and walked out of the doctors'
lounge. Blake crushed his empty cup and threw it at the wall.


*   Dr. Connor - Scene 6   *

Blake and Max rode in the back of the SUV, headed to parts unknown - but
from what he could see, a less then savory side of town. Blake tried to
talk himself into being calm. After all, he had Max with him, Craig had
gone to sit with Chris, Joseph was safe in the penthouse and Mr. Smith
seemed to be completely ignorant of his team's actions. It took a while
for Carl's team to find all the 'bugs' the Agency had left behind but
they were confident in their success. He let out just a bit of a smile as
he felt the pride swell in his gut for his men. Jared confessed to taking
out the plane, explaining that he and Diablo were in position to take out
the kidnappers themselves if necessary. He'd even pulled in a few ex-
military snipers that owed him favors to help out.

Then the hospital... Drew and Beau had managed to contact several of the
doctors who knew Blake well and got them on board with having Blake's
people substituting in for hospital staff. Then pulled in several of the
Lab's medical team to stand in and watch over Joseph and Chris. And it
was a good thing they had. Mr. Smith had ordered extra tests and planned
to make off with some of Joseph's bloodwork. Damn but he'll be surprised
when he finds out it's totally 'normal'. Clara and Jared had worked with
Mindy to swap the samples so what Mr. Smith took, wasn't Joseph's at all.

Blake looked around as they stopped outside a rundown warehouse. The huge
door started to slide back. That surprised Blake considering he would
have guessed it was rusted shut. The SUV pulled inside the cavernous
space and the door closed behind them.

"Alright gentlemen. We're here. You can get out," the driver said.

Blake and Max looked around in the gloom trying to determine where
exactly they were to go. There were windows but they'd been painted over
and what little light there was came from dirty skylights. Then just when
they were going to head back and ask the driver, they saw a soldier in
fatigues coming their way.

"Dr. Connor?"

"Yes. That's me."

"If you could please follow me sir." The soldier was fairly non-descript
- beyond the way he was dressed and large rifle.

They approached what appeared to be office space and then walked on past
to a large freight elevator. The soldier opened the metal grating and
ushered them in before closing it and pressing the button. They only went
down a couple floors and found themselves stepping out into a brightly
lit hallway. Still looked like it dated from the 1950s but it was clean
and lit.

The soldier opened one of the doors to the right and stood back,
indicating they should enter.

"Gentlemen. Glad you could join us." Mr. Smith stood up from a table
where he'd been going through files and walked over. "And you must be
Maximillian Moore, former Major wasn't it? Such a shame, you had such
promise until you went queer."

Max stood still and made no response.

"We'll be bringing in the prisoners in just a bit. I have copies of their
files for you. Not sure it will change anything, but who knows. They've
all been cleaned and scrubbed. We've also managed to secure their
incentives, though a few are still in transit."

"What did you need me for?" Dr. Connor asked.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you what to do when we get there." Smith turned
as Agent Decker and a soldier entered the room.

"Sir, if I could borrow you for a minute?" Decker asked.

"What the hell is it now?"

Blake tried to listen but Decker was whispering.

"Idiots! Can't they do anything right? That's what a damn lookout is for!
Well, bring 'em in. Another fucking mess-up I gotta fix for those
imbeciles. Damn but this team is sloppy." Smith raged.

Decker was whispering again.

"No. You stay here. The prisoners will be brought in soon. Try to make
sure nothing else gets fucked up." Smith stormed out of the room, taking
the soldier with him.

Blake looked at Max, who shrugged and kept his silence.

"Dr. Connor, Max," Agent Decker said with a grim expression.

"Fun place." Blake commented.

"Yeah, you have no idea," Decker muttered. He turned and looked at the
door before moving up close to Max and Blake. His expression looked
troubled as he whispered. "Just to warn you... Smith is going to make you
fuck at least one of the prisoners if not more."

"What? He can't do that." Blake objected keeping his voice down.

"Yeah, he can. Please, for your own sake, don't push him. Just do what he
tells you."

Max put a hand on Blake's shoulder and shook his head. When Agent Decker
stepped away to check the set-up for the incoming prisoners. Max leaned
in and whispered into Blake's ear. "Patience. We're already working on
it. Decker's right, Smith is dangerous. Don't do anything to make it
worse."

Blake felt ill. He was used to being in charge and in control of what was
happening. Not at the whim of an egotistical sociopath. How the hell did
a man like Smith ever get this far and who was the fool who thought he
should be in charge of the Agency? None of this makes sense. Blake's
ponderings were interrupted when the door opened and muscle-bound
soldiers escorted in four bound and naked men.

"Secure them to the floor rings," Agent Decker said pointing to the heavy
steel rings bolted into the concrete floor.

The men had steel shackles on their ankles, connected with a steel
spreader bar that made them waddle as they walked. Their wrists were like
wise cuffed together and attached by a chain welded to a collar around
their necks. All four muscled men had that 'military' look to them and
ranged in age from twenties to late thirties.

Blake felt a spike of anger as he recognized Ward, a man whom he had once
trusted. The last man that Dr. Connor ever let leave the Lab with no
strings. Yeah, look where that got me, the bastard sold us out. The other
three, he'd never seen before. All decent looking, well actually one of
them was real fine. Athletic build, light dusting of dark hair on his
upper chest and pecs, dark treasure trail and a full, lush bush
surrounding a very nice cock. It wasn't huge but it looked right on him.
This guy wasn't as bulky as the others, but much better proportioned and
perhaps more deadly - at least from the look in those dark eyes.

Blake heard the door open and turned to look, he felt Max put a hand on
his arm. Just that presence gave him enough calm to breathe and get his
head back in the game.

"Welcome to hell gentlemen." Smith said as he strode into the room.

All four of the men turned to watch Mr. Smith. He didn't look
threatening, he looked rather nerdish and unimposing. Perhaps that's his
issue, he's trying to make up for being a dweeb, Blake thought.

"You can't do this. We at least get a call to our lawyer. You didn't even
read us our rights," Ward objected.

"Surprise! You don't have rights. As far as the world is concerned you're
already dead."

"Even prisoners have rights," Ward said.

"You don't get it, do you boy?" Smith said getting right up in Ward's
face. "You don't exist. You are nothing. From this point forward you
belong to me."

Ward looked at Dr. Connor as if he expected him to intervene.

"What? You expect the good doctor to save you? Ahhh... sweetums I hate to
break it to you but this is my show. There is no cavalry coming to save
you. No one left to rescue you. Even that 'oh, so scary' boss of yours
has much bigger problems to tend to."

The other three fidgeted at the revelation and all turned questioning
looks on Mr. Smith.

"Did I get your attention? Finally? Yes Mr. Corsic seems to have used up
his good will. The government decided to look the other way for as long
as it takes to rid them of an infestation. Of course when it's all said
and done, they'll make a big fuss. Say that their sovereignty was
violated, make threats, and demand concessions. But it's just for show."

Smith made a show of looking at his watch. "Actually should be getting
really interesting about now. If it makes you feel better, I've asked for
proof so I can share it with you."

"You're lying."

Smith shrugged. "Let's get down to business. A few of you have
information that I need and I expect you to share your knowledge without
any delay or prevaricating. I know, I know, you've all been well trained
in how to deal with torture and not break. How to not betray your
'master', of course you Mr. Ward, have shown you'll turn tail and sell
out at the first opportunity. Still, I'm not taking chances."

Smith walked over to a huge flat screen mounted on the wall facing the
bound men and turned it on. "You'll like this, 4k, excellent picture
quality, wouldn't want you to miss any details." He reached up and tapped
something in his ear. "Go ahead Agent Banks, ready for the first image."

The screen came to life with an image of a woman, probably in her late
thirties, standing in her bathrobe at the door to a home as two uniformed
officers stood on the front step.

"Look familiar?" Smith asked.

A new image came up, the woman was now handcuffed and being led away,
followed by a young girl and a young boy also in cuffs - still in their
pajamas. "Perhaps this is more clear?"

"You filthy bastard," Ward said.

"Ah... so you do recognize them?"

"They have nothing to do with this!"

"Oh, but they do Mr. Ward. Consider them incentive. You may be able to
withstand hours of torture, but what about your wife? Daughter? Or maybe
your son is the weak one?"

"You fucking bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Ward called out.

"I think Mr. Ward may be starting to understand." Mr. Smith walked over
to the table and picked up a manila folder. "Ah, Mr. Cofield. Let's see
what we have for you. Banks, put the live feed through for Mr. Cofield."

The screen went black for a moment, then filled with a video image of an
older, perhaps middle aged man in a suit strapped into a folding chair.
He was slender, slightly balding, with glasses and a very confused look
on his face. "Hey? You've got the wrong guy. I swear, I haven't done
anything. Please, you've got to listen." The man yelled out.

Smith turned the volume down and then turned back to the next guy in
line. "Justin Cofield. Hopefully you still remember your father. Sad,
really. We arrested him quite publicly at work, seized his computer, read
him his rights - all in the open. Just like prairie dogs, all his
coworkers peering over their cubicles to see what was happening. Imagine,
quiet Mr. Cofield arrested by the feds for 'child pornography'. Such a
tragedy."

"He'd never!" Justin said.

"Well of course he wouldn't. But they don't know that. I think his long
work tenure may be over... if he ever gets out again. Those questions and
suspicions, so hard to make those go away. But of course it could be
worse. You give us any problems, don't tell us what we need to know, all
sorts of horrible things could happen."

Justin muttered under his breath and averted his eyes.

Smith picked up the next folder and gave a condescending smile to the
next guy. "Mr. Kerr." Smith turned to the screen again and it went dark
before the new feed came through. This time it was a young man, early
twenties, good looking, with a stylish pompadour and also in a suit. He
was likewise bound to a metal folding chair but he had a ball gag in his
mouth. His suit was rumpled and his shirt appeared to be missing some
buttons.

"No, please." Eric Kerr pleaded.

"Good, you recognize your little brother. He put up quite a fight when we
took him."

"Why? He hasn't even seen me in years!"

"No, but you've been sending him money. You put him through college. I'll
compliment you for hiding the trail, but we still found it." Smith said,
looking through the papers as if it was a loan application he was
considering, not someone's life.

"He's supposed to be getting married..."

"Yeah... don't think that's going to happen. You're right though. It was
scheduled for this weekend. He won't make it. But if it makes you feel
better, neither will his fiancee. She's found a new calling."

"What?" Eric asked in confusion.

"Some of the good doctor's pills, a little wardrobe change and we
introduced her to our city's red-light district. She's already hard at
work. But that may be why your brother fought so hard. You see, when we
broke into the apartment, we tied him up and let him watch as the boys
got his girl ready for her new life. Once those happy pills took hold,
she was like a fish to water. Took three men and would have taken more if
we'd had the time."

"You can't," Eric muttered.

"Already done. Though I wonder if your brother might not have been a
little envious, the way he looked at those buff soldiers filling her
holes. Maybe he wanted to trade place? Eh? What do you think - maybe we
should try it?"

Blake turned to look at Max. There was something validating about seeing
Max's reaction. Yeah, they'd done some horrible things but Smith was
edging into true torture for no gain. He was enjoying the pain and
humiliation. Seeing it like this, made Blake sick to his stomach. Mr.
Smith had crossed the line and something had to be done.

Eric made a pitiful sound as he stared at the image of his brother on the
screen until it went dark.

"Mr. Wesley Walker," Smith said holding up the file. "Very interesting."

Walker met Smith's gaze with a smile.

"What? Because you have no family you think you're safe?"

Walker shrugged.

Smith opened the folder and sat back on the table. "Do your co-workers
know about your history Mr. Walker?"

Walker shrugged again.

"I'd think they'd be interested. Do you gentlemen know that Mr. Walker is
on the most wanted list in several countries? That he's personally
suspected of torturing and killing more than twenty agents, including my
former partner?"

Blake watched Walker's face. He was still smiling as though unaffected by
anything Smith said. The others were listening but didn't show much of a
reaction.

"Well perhaps you'd be more interested to know that on at least four
occasions Mr. Walker sacrificed his own team or members of his team to
make his own escape."

The last got some begrudging glares and some confused looks.

"So who was your partner?" Walker asked.

"Afghanistan." Smith said coldly.

"Ginger? Big dude, tight little cunt and gave a great blowjob."

"His name was Randy," Smith said through tight lips.

"Yeah... I remember him. Kept him around until we had to redeploy. At
least... what... four months. Damn he was a horny bitch - loved cock more
than any agent I'd had before. Real shame to put down such a good whore,
ready to take a good fuck any time, day or night. But... couldn't take
him with us... you know how it goes."

Smith totally lost it and threw the folder down and lashed out, punching
Walker over and over again. He stopped when his hands began to ache. He
let out a feral scream when he saw Walker stand up tall and smile at him
as though nothing had happened.

"Guess you didn't like sharing that fine ass of his?" Walker taunted
through bloodied lips.

"I'm going to take great pleasure in making you suffer." Smith growled.

"No family, no friends. Remember?"

"Do you want to hear why Walker has no family? He killed them."

"It was their time, what can I say." Walker's lips and mouth had swollen
a bit from the beating, making his words slur.

"Let's see... your mother. Impaled through her vagina on a six foot lead
pipe set in a concrete block. You suspended her with ropes that gradually
lowered her until she was dead."

"Watched it happen too. She loved riding a good cock. Started taking me
when I was nine. Either before or after dear old Dad. When I learned to
fight back, they'd drug me or tie me down. Fun childhood. Might've warped
me a little," Walker said with a disturbing smile.

"And your father... fell over thirty feet onto a pile of broken concrete
and rebar after being suspended from a crane. The autopsy said his feet
were bound together and his hands were handcuffed through a cinder block.
Parts of him were missing."

"He lied. Man was obviously deluded. Pops was always bragging when he
fucked me that he had balls of steel and a cock to match. Seems those
balls turned to pudding and then the dick just couldn't hold him. I gave
him a fighting chance, tied a rope to both."

"Well, I guess it's good news for you that you don't have any knowledge I
need. Oh, you'll still spend some time with my interrogator - just for
fun. You're here simply for my entertainment." Smith walked over to the
door and opened it - speaking with someone outside.

Blake looked to Max again still trying to figure out why they were here.

A couple of soldiers wheeled in a gymnast's modified pommel horse and set
it down in front of the bound men. Then two more soldiers came in and
moved Walker to the horse, putting him face down and securing his hands
to the frame, then they secured the spreader bar and adjusted him so his
ass was waist high. The final touch was a thick leather belt around his
middle, wrapping underneath and fastening around the pommel.

"What the hell? Couldn't get any pussy so you want mine?" Walker sneered.

"Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Walker, I don't do men. I wouldn't want to
sully myself with your queer, fag ass. I have people for that."

"Not man enough to even get it up. No wonder your partner was such a
hungry slut, you never took care of him."

Smith pulled his arm back and gave it all he had, punching into Walker's
side.

Walker turned and glared him down. "Obviously 'Randy' needed a real man."

"Connor! Get over here. Check his ass then fuck him." Smith yelled.

"What the hell? No, I'm not going to fuck him," Dr. Connor said firmly.

Smith practically stomped over putting his face inches away from Dr.
Connor's and spoke in a low heated voice - so close Blake could feel the
breath with each word. "You seem to be confused. That was an order. You
will fuck him when I tell you to. Got it? Cause if you don't I'll strap
your son Michael to that horse and let every pervert I can find gang rape
that boy. Then we'll start over."

Blake was so angry his vision had gone red. Max put a reassuring hand on
his arm as he handed him his medical bag, but even that wasn't enough to
bring him back. He stood behind Walker and checked in his bag for what he
needed. Under other circumstances he would have been thrilled to have a
turn at Walker's ass. It was a nice round, jock ass with a dusting of
dark hair, a deep crack and a tight little star opening. He opened the
jar and scooped up some of the cream. He spread the ass cheeks and worked
a finger into the tight opening.

Damn, he's got a sweet hole. Blake thought as he worked in his finger,
making sure the cream was rubbed in. He scooped up some more and added a
second finger, working Walker's man hole like a pro.

Walker let out a moan and tried to turn his head to see what Dr. Connor
was doing.

"Enough playing Doctor. Just fuck him, I don't care if hurts him. This is
not one of your fag conquests. Actually I'd really like it if you make
him scream in torment. Next time you fuck him dry."

Blake tossed his jacket on the table and started unfastening his belt.

"Come around here. Let Walker see what's going in his ass," Smith
demanded.

Blake kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and then his thong.

"Holy fuck..." Walker muttered.

Smith snickered. "Now Doctor."

Blake moved into position and put his cock to Walker's greased up hole
and began pushing. Walker groaned and gritted his teeth as Blake's
monster cock began burrowing its way up his chute. Walker cried out as he
felt his ass split open and the burn made him see stars.

Blake tried to go slow enough to allow the cream a little more time to do
its work. It was a fine line, trying to spare Walker pain while
satisfying Smith that he was following orders. Shit, following orders.
How the hell did he get to the point that I'm a stud for some Agency
prick to order about?

Dr. Connor started thrusting slowly, enjoying the tight warm folds of
Walker's ass. He was a fine piece of man flesh and Blake couldn't help
but relish the hot man cunt he was fucking. He glanced over at Smith and
knew he needed to at least make it look rough. He could also tell by how
Walker's ass was flexing and squeezing him that the man had moved into
fuck-lust. No pain, just enjoyment. Blake started slamming deep then
almost withdrawing over and over. Walker was moaning with his face
pressed into the vinyl of the pommel. Blake felt the ass muscles spasm
and saw a stream white cream running down the horse and dripping to the
floor. He gave a couple more thrusts and let his own orgasm take him,
pumping his seed deep inside the jock.

Blake withdrew and wiped his dripping cock across Walker's ass.

"No Doctor Connor. Bring that tool of yours around to his face. Let him
lick you clean. Mr. Moore, it's your turn."

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. You're as much of a fag as the good doctor. Strip your ass
and fuck him."

"But..." Max started then saw the look on Smith's face and started to
strip. He stood tall and let them gape at his hairy muscled form. Even
Smith had the brains to look a little intimidated.

Walker whimpered seeing Max's erection come to life. Even bigger than the
one he'd just taken - which up until this moment was larger than anything
that had been inside him before.

Blake helped guide Max into position and squeezed his cock as he guided
him into the creamy, used man hole. Max squeezed his eyes shut as he felt
the tight glove-like fit. Normally taking an ass after Blake was a
favorite kink. Even now, it felt incredible and that's what Max used to
focus. He began thrusting and Blake stepped away to retrieve his clothes.

The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, along with Walker's cries and
grunts filled the room. Max fucked the bound man, hard and deep thinking
only of his own pleasure and how good the hot bubble butt felt wrapped
around him.

Max started slamming Walker so hard the horse was inching forward - then
he bellowed and threw his arms up as his body released filling Walker's
ass with a hot load of his man seed.

"Damn, you really are a queer aren't you Mr. Moore? Decker, move Ward to
the interrogation room. Return the others to their cells. I think I'm
going to go throw up." Smith scowled at both Max and Dr. Connor before
leaving.


*   Dr. Connor - Scene 7   *

"Not here," Max said looking around the room.

Dr. Connor let out a frustrated growl. Of course Max was right. Surely
this place was bugged or being monitored but it was driving him crazy. He
needed a plan, a solution, something. If he could take action, at least
move forward on taking down Mr. Smith it might make all this tolerable.
As it was, he thought his blood pressure was going to send him to an
early grave.

Max stood and walked behind Blake and began massaging his shoulders.
Blake tried to resist but those powerful hands were getting to him. Those
hands that knew his body, knew how to turn him on and bring such
incredible pleasure... only Joseph can compete with Max for knowing how
to play me. He thought as the tension started dissipating. Other hot and
sexy thoughts started creeping in around the edges. That fuck wasn't so
bad... actually, Walker has a pretty hot body. Under any other
conditions, I'd have loved it.

Max leaned down and kissed Blake's neck then whispered. "We'll get
through this. Just keep your shit together."

Damn, Max knew him so well. "Yeah, got it."

The door to the room opened and Agent Decker stepped part way in. "Dr.
Connor, Mr. Smith has asked that you do a quick check on Mrs. Ward."

"Okay, what am I checking for?" Dr. Connor said as he stood and grabbed
his bag.

"We're done with her. The interrogator has finished with Mr. Ward and Mr.
Smith has a buyer for his wife. Once you check her out and make sure
there's no damage we need to deal with we can get her cleaned up and
delivered."

"Sorry Agent Decker, I think I missed something... you said buyer?"

Decker had enough moral fiber to turn beet red and avert his eyes. "Mr.
Smith has brokered an agreement with a wealthy Arab supporter to take
Mrs. Ward off our hands."

"You mean as a sex slave." Dr. Connor clarified, noting how uncomfortable
this was making Decker.

"I don't know the details but I would suspect so."

Okay, calm yourself Blake. Not like you haven't sold more than your share
of straight men into a life of sex servitude. Can't be all hypocritical
now, even if you don't do that anymore.

He followed Decker to the door and waited as it was unlocked and he was
sent in by himself. Mrs. Ward was seated on a makeshift sex table, naked
and frazzled. She turned to look at Blake, the lust and need clear in her
eyes.

"Mrs. Ward, I'm a doctor and I'm here to make sure everything is okay."

"Do you want to fuck me too?"

"No, just check you over."

"If I beg? I like being fucked, do you have some friends? It's even
better with three."

"Lie back and let me take a look." Blake examined her, looking for any
abrasions, damage, anything to indicate a problem and found nothing. By
her body's reaction, he was guessing they gave her 'Blue', the Lab's
product that pretty much turned anyone into a whore for twenty-four
hours. But it was also possible that the Agency was using one of their
own variants. The Lab wasn't the only one working with the government. He
felt a twinge of guilt as he stepped back and told her she was done. Her
life had taken a serious turn - he hoped she was strong enough to
survive.

Blake stepped into the hallway after Agent Decker unlocked the door and
let him out.

"Well?" Decker asked.

"She's fine. Just realize that once the drugs wear off, she'll be really
confused. She may be overwhelmed with guilt or even be self-destructive."

"Smith said she's being delivered with a ninety day supply. By the time
they run out of the drugs, it won't matter."

"That long on Blue and she'll never bounce back. It becomes an almost
permanent condition," Blake cautioned.

"I got the impression that was the intent," Decker said, refusing to make
eye contact as he ushered them back to Mr. Smith.

When they returned to the original room, Mr. Smith was again seated at
the table.

You'd think the agency would have moved into the modern age. Can't
believe they're still using paper files, Blake thought as he waited for
Smith to acknowledge them.

"She check out okay?" Smith asked without looking up.

"Yes sir," Decker responded.

"Good, tell them get her ready. Then come back."

"Yes sir." Decker left Blake and Max in the room with Mr. Smith and two
guards.

Blake had noticed that other than their first escort, none of the
soldiers appeared to be carrying weapons.

"You're doing well Dr. Connor. Next, I want you to examine Mr. Cofield
and Mr. Banks. You happen to bring any narcotics? Anything that will get
them juiced up and maybe give them some wild-assed dreams?"

"By juiced up?"

"I don't want them jumping the guards like Mrs. Ward, but I would like
them horny and confused. A night from erotic hell. We'll interrogate
Cofield's son and Kerr's brother tomorrow. Old man Cofield seems to have
some racism issues. A bit of a homophobe too, guess he has something
going for him. Anyway, tomorrow bring a couple black studs with you. The
bigger their dicks the better. We're going to give Cofield some
appreciation for dark meat. That ought to push him and his boy right over
the edge."

"May I assume you'll want them to be physically intimate with Mr. Cofield
senior?"

"Hell yeah. I'm sure you've got some black fags on your team. Then
Kerr..."

Blake waited while Smith opened the other file. "Not sure what will work
with him. I wasn't kidding when I said he was getting off on the guys who
took his girl. He may be a closet case. Why not stop by and talk to him
on the way. As long as he looks and acts like it's against his will, I
don't care if he's secretly enjoying himself. I just need his brother
freaked out."

"I understand. And Ward's kids?"

"Check the daughter. I want to know if she's a virgin. The boy we'll save
for the day after. I already got what I need from Ward. This is just to
mess with his mind."

Blake counted his breaths, in and out, in and out. "I understand. Do you
want either of them dosed with anything?"

"Not the boy. But whether you give her something tonight or in the
morning I want her enthusiastic. I plan on entertaining her myself. The
boy gets a day of silent torment. I think we'll put a screen in his room
and let him watch some hardcore gay porn. Get him warmed up. Bet his
father will love that."

"Isn't that the point?" Blake asked.

"Yes. Watching his baby boy turned into a gay cum slut. You'll enjoy that
part won't you Dr. Connor? Just like home."

Blake left the room repeating his breathing exercise while Max rubbed his
shoulder in support. Decker caught them in the hallway, he'd returned to
talk with Mr. Smith and was now escorting them to Mr. Cofield senior.

This time, Max stepped into the cell with Dr. Connor. Mr. Cofield was no
longer bound and was sitting on the cot watching them.

"Mr. Cofield, I'm Dr. Connor. I'm here to do an exam and make sure you
weren't injured when you were brought in."

"Please, you've got to let them know... they've got the wrong guy. I've
never done any of that stuff they said. I swear."

"Doesn't matter Mr. Cofield, that's not why you're here. You're being
used as leverage against your son. He did much worse things."

Blake watched as the color drained from Mr. Cofield's face and his
shoulders slumped.

"I knew it would happen someday. They finally caught him. What are the
charges?"

"It's beyond that sir, they're not even pretending to give him a fair
shake. But please, you need to strip so I can examine you."

"Why? He hasn't spoken to me in years. Don't think he gives a damn." Mr.
Cofield said as he removed his rumpled suit and carefully folded it,
meticulously adjusting it all and laying it on the bed.

"Not that it will help you, but he does care. That's why you're here."
Dr. Connor began checking over Mr. Cofield. He was actually in better
condition than Blake expected. Not muscled but slender and in decent
shape.

"Lie back and spread your legs please." Blake checked his balls, then his
cock. Not bad, maybe a little better than 'average'. "Go ahead and turn
around, put your hands on the cot, bending at the waist."

"Why you need to check back there?"

"Part of the program, just relax." Blake checked out the tiny hole, then
reached in his bag, opened the jar and got his finger slicked up. He
gently pushed it inside and wiggled it around, finding Mr. Cofield's
prostate and giving a real firm rub.

"Oh my!"

"Just relax Mr. Cofield, almost done." Blake removed a plastic syringe
from his bag, removed the cap and slid it in the greased hole. It was not
much bigger than his finger - so slid in easily and he pushed the plunger
filling Mr. Cofield with the anal stimulant. Well Mr. Cofield, by
tomorrow your ass is going to be more than ready for some invasion.

Blake pulled out a wipe, cleaned up and then searched his bag, pulling
out a bottle of pills.

Max walked over and handed Mr. Cofield a bottle of water as Dr. Connor
put the small pill in his hand. "Take this Mr. Cofield. It will help you
get a good night's sleep."

When they stepped back into the hallway, Agent Decker was still waiting.
"The girl's room is actually closer, if you want to check her next."

Blake let out a sigh and followed, taking comfort at Max's hand in the
small of his back. What would I do without him? he wondered. He looked
over to Max and gave him a smile.

The girl's cell was virtually identical. She was still in her pajamas and
looked scared.

"Hey, I'm Dr. Connor."

"Hanna," she responded. Then gave Blake a serious head to toe look. "Sure
don't look like a doctor - except for one on TV."

"Honest, I am. They asked me to check you over."

"Well, Dr. McSexy what do you wanna check?" Hanna lay back on her cot and
pulled her feet up to rest on the pad, spreading her knees a little
wider.

"Need to check it all princess." Blake said trying to give his most
comforting smile. Then sucked in a breath as she stripped off her top and
bottoms without pausing. Spreading herself again without the least bit of
modesty.

"Let's start with your back."

Hanna turned around on her hands and knees and arched pushing her girl
parts up into plain view.

Well I guess the odds of this one being a virgin are pretty damn slim.
Blake thought as he checked her over. He ran his finger down her ass and
put the slightest pressure against her folds, noting that they were
already swollen and beginning to open.

"Okay, go ahead and turn over - lying on your back."

Hanna did so and then spread her legs like a gymnast, allowing her
swollen lips to open wide.

Hell. I wonder if her father knows... "So Hanna, you ever been with a
boy?"

Blake checked over her blossoming breasts than ran his hands down her
thighs drawing a slutty little moan from Hanna.

"Men, boys, sure. Wanna try it to see?"

Without warning Blake pushed his fingers inside, while his thumb rubbed
against her clit. Hanna let out a loud moan and threw her head back.
"Yes!" she cried out.

Blake worked his fingers back and forth a little, confirming without
question that Hanna was nowhere near virginal. He removed his fingers and
opened his bag. He found another syringe and slid it inside her, emptying
the contents. He grabbed a second one, lubed it with the cream from the
jar and shoved it in her ass.

Hanna cried out and sat up in shock at the invasion in her bottom.

"Sorry, almost done." Blake said as he removed the now empty syringe. He
pulled out the bottle of pills and handed one to her. "Take this before
you go to sleep. You'll need it."

"Wait, that's it? You're not going to fuck me?"

"Sorry princess. We're done. But play your cards right and tomorrow
you'll get as much dick as you want. Just make sure you take that little
pill."

"You can fuck me in the ass..."

"Thanks, but no. Doctors aren't supposed to have sex with their patients.
That only happens in Hollywood."

"Well fuck!" Hanna said grabbing her pajamas and putting them back on in
a huff.

Blake stepped out, relieved to be out of the room.

"Everything okay?" Max whispered.

"She's already a slut. Don't think the drugs will do much but make her
enjoy it more." Blake whispered back.

Max laughed and patted Blake on the back. "Don't tell me Joseph's spoiled
pussy for you?"

Blake attempted a glare but when he saw the twinkle in Max's eye, he
couldn't keep it up. "A little, maybe."

Blake left Max in the hall with Decker as he entered Kerr's cell. The
young man was curled up in the corner of his cot, still in his suit with
his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked up as Blake entered with a
truly haunted look in his eyes.

"Mr. Kerr, I'm Dr. Connor. I am here to check on you."

"Can you tell me what's going on? I'm so confused. It's like I just got
dropped into some horror film."

"What's your name Mr. Kerr?"

"Thomas."

"My name's Blake, I'm sorry. I know you've been through a lot today, but
I need to do a physical exam."

"Why? Why me? Why'd they do that to Amber? It was so horrible and then
she... she was acting like she enjoyed it. She begged for more!"

"I don't have all the answers, but I can tell you that you're here
because of your brother."

"Ricky? I haven't seen him in years."

"Doesn't matter." Blake looked around and decided that even if the room
was bugged, he was going to talk with Thomas. He checked his cock and
balls, nice and well formed. He turned him around and gritted his teeth.
Fuck, that's a nice ass. He separated the smooth round globes revealing
the tiny pink rosebud that looked good enough to eat. He ran his finger
across the puckered skin and Thomas let out a quiet little moan.

Blake got the jar, scooped up some of the special lube onto his finger
and ran it over Thomas's tight little hole. "Just relax Thomas. I'm going
to slide my finger in to check things out. Don't fight it, just breathe."

It took all of Blake's willpower not to do more, but he worked the cream
into Thomas's ass, noticing how he bent and pushed himself back. The
small sounds he was making and the noticeable erection. He pushed a
little deeper, finding his prostrate and began rubbing. Thomas let out a
loud groan and pushed back onto Blake's finger. Now there was a notable
string of clear pre-cum dripping from Thomas's cock.

Fighting his own desires, Blake pulled out another syringe, removed the
cap and slid it inside Thomas's tight little chute. "Okay Thomas, all
done. Go ahead and put your pants back on."

Thomas did so without turning around and when he sat back on the bed, his
blue eyes were dilated and his face was flushed.

"I'm going to ask some questions and you need to answer me honestly. It
is really, really important."

"Sure, okay."

"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

"What?" Thomas practically jumped his face a mask of horror. "No! Of
course not."

"Honest?"

"NO."

"Are you attracted to men?" Blake watched carefully for any tells.

Thomas averted his eyes but didn't answer.

"Please Thomas this is important."

"Yes." His voice so quiet Blake barely heard him.

"I'm going to give you a pill that I want you to take tonight before you
go to sleep. In the morning, I want you to take this one. Whatever you
do, don't mix them up. I don't know what they'll do to you tomorrow, I'm
sorry but I can't stop it or change it. What I can do is make sure you
enjoy it and come out mentally sound afterward."

"What are they going to do to me?"

"Remember what you saw happen to your fiancee?"

"Yeah..."

"Probably something similar."

"Fuck," Thomas exclaimed as his eyes went wide. But more noteworthy was
the rock hard erection and the wet patch on his suit trousers.

"I'm going to give you a throat lozenge that I want you to suck on in the
morning. It will relax your throat and make it a little numb. You can
guess why. I'm not sure I'll be around so I'm giving you this." Blake
handed Thomas a small sample tube with 'TM' hand written on it. "Put it
on your fingers and work it in your man hole after you use the restroom
in the morning."

"What?"

"It's a very strong lube. It will make it possible to pretty much take
any dick they can give you."

"Why?"

"Why are they doing this or why am I giving you lube?" Blake asked as he
gathered his stuff up and closed the bag.

"Both?"

"To punish your brother and because I like you and want you to have a
good man on man experience. Oh, and tomorrow whatever you do, pretend to
hate it, fight back, cry, scream and be as miserable as possible."

"But I thought you wanted me to enjoy it." Thomas said in confusion.

"I do. But we need to convince everyone else that you don't. Your life
could depend on it."

Thomas gave an awkward smile and tucked the sample tube in his pocket.
"That part should be easy."

"Given your reaction to my finger in your man pussy. I don't think so."

"Oh, yeah... I'll keep repeating that my life depends on it."

Blake put a hand on Thomas's shoulder and tried for his best encouraging
smile. Damn but he's going to needs some serious acting ability to pull
this off.

End Chapter 18


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