Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2020 12:26:13 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB, Chapter 23, Bait

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The LAB
Chapter 23: Bait
By Tripp Savidge


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 1

"Did it help" Claire was standing in the doorway to Blake's office, arms
crossed. They were both doing their best to ignore the Viper armed
guards. Blake had no idea how long the Board would insist on the added
"protection."

"Didn't hurt," Blake said, holding up the empty Old Fashioned glass.

"I didn't want to ask before, but may I assume you didn't like what Ms.
Keaton had to say?"

"Yes and no. Honestly, it was so much better than it could have been. You
might as well be the first to know. Maybe you'll come up with some
brilliant ideas. She's leaving all of the people Smith dumped on us as
our problem to deal with. With the number of agents they've got to put
through the system, anyone they can off-load they are."

"So, the guys who kidnapped Joseph and the family members he pulled in?"

"Yup. We also have an agent locked in one of our dorm rooms who's
probably losing his shit." Blake set the glass down and stood. He might
as well start dealing with the issues.

"He's ours too?" Claire asked.

"He is now. I don't feel too bad about that one. If he'd have gone
through with his plan of telling Smith he was resigning, he'd be in a
body bag by now. And, if he'd been out on the streets, he'd be up on
charges and would likely have spent a good bit of his life behind bars.
Did you get a hold of Max?"

"Yes, love. He's on his way. He was just wrapping up a meeting. What do
you need from me? I'll help in any way I can; you know that."

"You're a gem." Blake put his arm around her and kissed her temple. "If
you could pull together a graduation party or at least some ideas for
when Michael and Sean get back, I'd be eternally grateful."

"Poor dears. Is someone going to let Sean's parents know he's well and
will be coming home soon?"

"I'll call them. Can you put it on my task list? Oh, and once things
settle down a little, we need to try and get a reservation for Luigi's
again."

"About time. You need to put a ring on that boy, so he knows he belongs
to you."

Blake laughed. "I think you have that backward; it's so the world knows I
belong to him." He looked up as he heard the elevator chime. Max stepped
out and nodded to the guards as he walked in.

"Afternoon," Max greeted.

"Hey, handsome. I'll leave you two to solve this mess." Claire smacked
Max's ass as she walked by.

Max looked over his shoulder until the door closed, then pointed back
with his thumb. "What's gotten into her?"

"Hm... I don't know. Not like my team included her on a mission or
anything." It felt awkward discussing personal stuff in front of the
guards, but he knew they were discreet. Besides, the odds were that they
already knew most of what was going on.

"Aw, come on, Blake. It was a very small part, and she was not in any
danger," Max said as he walked up to Blake and pulled him into his arms.

Blake took a deep breath and buried his face in Max's neck. "Thank you
for everything."

"I take care of what's mine, Blake. You know that. Also, I owe Joseph big
time. Peter was exactly what I needed last night."

"Careful, you know how he expects to be compensated." Blake pulled away
and dropped onto the couch.

Max gave an exaggerated sigh. "Well, if I must."

Blake burst out laughing. "Yeah, we all must pay the price. Now, are you
going to tell me why you're hiding Craig and Stephen?"

Blake saw Max stiffen, and then his friend started to pace. Not a good
sign, Blake thought.

"I didn't want you to overreact." Max held up his hands when Blake went
to stand. "Hear me out before you say anything. They are both fine and
will fully recover; however, they don't look good. They've both got some
colorful bruises and swelling. The doctors caring for them have all
assured us there will be no scarring and no permanent damage. Smalley
just updated me this morning and thinks they are also doing well
mentally."

Blake clenched his fists. "There were doubts?"

"I wasn't going to take chances. Our guys aren't your average person off
the street. As Dr. Smalley put it, they are more resilient than most, and
their history here helped them deal. They're at Craig's place. I told
them to take it easy for a few days."

Blake stared at Max for a moment as his thoughts spun. He wanted to be
angry with Max but knew his best friend and himself well enough to admit
Max had done the right thing. If he'd seen them hurt, he would have
totally lost it and could have derailed the whole operation. He took a
deep breath and tried to relax his muscles.

"You were right. I would have snapped. Can I see them now? I'm not going
to rest until I've held them both and seen that they're okay with my own
eyes."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it," Max said.

"What else is on your plate?"

"Trying to get things back to normal. My team did another sweep of the
Lab, and we're pretty sure all the bugs are gone. We've got a couple of
guys doing additional rounds just to make sure. All the employees are
starting to trickle back in. We sent out a communication that we're back
up and running. The Spades are helping out until things get back to
normal, and we get the all-clear from the feds. They're still worried
since not all the agents have been rounded up yet."

"Glad they gave us funding. Ace is not cheap," Blake said.

"Speaking of Ace, he really wants to talk to you. He's not happy dealing
with me. He called me an overgrown mercenary with more muscles than
brains. I reminded him I came from special forces, and he just rolled his
eyes."

"Ace always has been a special kind of guy."

Max snorted. "Yeah, in a deadly, disturbing, and creepy kind of way."

"You do know he helped train Jared?"

"Oh, that makes things so much clearer."

"What else?"

"We cleared the house, and Cobra himself did a walk-through to make sure
we didn't miss anything. They are taking your and Joseph's safety very
seriously. You can move back in whenever you want. Vince says we've got
at least two weeks before the new place is ready. Or rather, the main
house. Probably at least a month or more before the new wing for the guys
is completed. With things settling down, are you ready to bring Michael
home?"

"Let's give him another day. That way we can bring him home to the house
instead of the apartment. I'd like to be back in and settled. I asked
Claire to work on some ideas for a graduation party. What are your
thoughts on moving into the new place?"

Max sat beside Blake and got comfortable. "I think you move in as soon as
you can. Vince and I talked about it, and we can rent some RVs for the
guards on shift rotation. They haven't lived with you before, so it's not
like that's a show-stopper. Might help us move past the recent
unpleasantness."

Blake laughed. "Yeah, it was most certainly unpleasant. I'll talk to
Joseph and see what he'd like."

"You ready to tell me what our new boss said?" Max turned, putting his
back to the arm of the couch and facing Blake.

"Anna Louise Keaton is our interface for now. As she explained it, our
reporting relationship is being revised by the board. We're to return to
business as usual - or at least as best we can. She didn't have any
changes on what was expected for Smith or his boys. The big news is that
all the people Smith left in our possession are ours to deal with."

"Say what?"

"Yup. The 'terrorists,' the 'insurance,' our two inconvenient witnesses
and Paul Decker. She said they had more than enough to deal with, and we
get to keep them."

"Shit. What are we supposed to do with them?"

"That is up to us, though it's safe to assume they don't want us dumping
Corsic's men back onto the streets. She was kind enough to offer that
they'd do nondisclosure agreements and payouts for the others."

"After what Smith did? That might work for Kerr's brother and maybe even
the older Cofield, though I'm pretty sure Smith ruined his life. But
Ward's kid? Or Toby? What do they have to go back to?"

"I agree. I was thinking of offering Thomas Kerr a job here. I even have
an idea of what to do with Cofield senior though it requires pulling in a
favor. I'm afraid he's pretty much a whore for black cock now. The
others... we'll figure it out, I'm sure."

"You can't keep Ward here," Max cautioned. "There's too much bad blood,
and you're more than likely to find his mutilated body in a back
stairwell."

"I know. But we might be able to redeem Justin and Eric. Corsic might
have been crazy, but he hired skilled people," Blake said.

"Walker is a wild card. What's that smile for? You have an idea, don't
you?"

"Walker's already chipped, and he'll be under our medical care for a good
while. I'm not saying he'll ever be trustworthy, but I think with the
right drugs, mental care, and interactions, we can make him 'our' attack
psycho."

"That's bloody dangerous, but you know that already. Let me know if you
need me to handle any of it."

"I will, and maybe you should think about not stalling any longer and
just claim Peter like you want. Are you still up for helping me with
Joshua Barrett?"

"I am. We're on at three, right? But don't you need to talk to Blythe and
Smalley first? See what they got from his intake?"

"Not for this. It wouldn't change what we're doing anyway. We'll film it
so we can show Smith. Only fair that he gets to see his son taking his
first dick. But before we tackle that, I've got to talk to Decker and
then Justin and Eric. They've got some decisions to make."


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 2

Dr. Connor reached the two guards at his door. "I'm going down to check
on that agent."

Blake knew they'd follow. They hadn't left his side other than to step
out when Anna Louise Keaton, from the Department of Defense, had come in.
That did make him wonder, did they know her? Was she involved in
assigning the Viper team to protect him?

When they stepped onto the elevator, Dr. Connor turned to the blond on
his right, remembering Joseph teasing the man. "So, you guys know how
long you're stuck with me?"

"Nope," the brunette said, turning and giving him a smile. "Our orders
are 'until told otherwise.' Personally, I'm hoping it's long enough I get
to see Tiger blush again. Never saw him at a loss for words before. I
think your partner may have broken him."

"Laugh it up, Taipan, your day will come," the blond said.

The Vipers laughed, and Dr. Connor hoped that they wouldn't come to
regret those words. Both of the guards were good looking, and if they
were around long enough, Joseph would probably have them both.

The halls seemed unusually calm without agents around every corner, and
the staff seemed to be almost giddy with big smiles. He'd already checked
on where they'd put Decker so he could go directly to the room.

He knocked on the door before using his master pass to open the door.

"Decker," he called out in greeting as he stepped in. The Vipers took up
position on either side of the door, remaining in the hallway.

"You. Your people drugged me and took me against my will!" Decker barked
from the bed.

"Sorry to hurt your feelings, but I wasn't about to let you commit
suicide by maniac."

Decker crossed his arms over his chest and glared. It might have been
more impressive if he weren't in a hospital gown and doing his best to
cover himself with a sheet. He looked substantially different without his
dark suit and sunglasses. His shaved head and bulging muscles looked very
out of place in the skimpy covering. Decker reached a hand up to the back
of his neck and narrowed his eyes.

"What did you do to me? Why do I have stitches?"

Dr. Connor grabbed the side chair and spun it around before sitting.

"How do you feel?"

"What? I guess okay. Why, what did you do to me?"

"Nothing to concern yourself over. The guards gave you a mild knockout
drug, and we swapped out your tracker. You're welcome."

"Why would I thank you? What's going on? No one will tell me anything,"
Decker said.

"Okay, reasonable enough. In the time since you informed me of your
incredibly stupid idea, the Agency has been officially disbanded, and all
the agents are under investigation. Security clearances and any
associated government licenses have been revoked. Many have already been
charged with crimes associated with their work for Smith. Susan Barrett,
'Smith's' wife and his girlfriend are both dead. The police believe
Smith's sons were also killed in the fire that claimed his wife; however,
they are actually in our care."

There was no missing the wide eyes or look of shock on Decker's face.
"And Smith?"

"He is secure and not a threat to anyone. I'd like to now jump in and say
'here are your choices,' but you don't have any. In their own benevolent
way, the powers that be, have dropped you in my lap. You are no longer
'Agent' Decker, and as far as the rest of the world is concerned,
including the feds, you died in the raids on the Agency."

Decker sat quietly for a moment, running the edge of the sheet through
his fingers. "What does that mean for me?"

"If you're a good boy, you work for me, take on a new identity, and build
a new life. You didn't get to be an agent without some skills; now we
just have to figure out where and how I can use them," Dr. Connor
explained.

"And my old life..."

"I'm sorry, but you need to leave it behind. Did you have close family, a
wife?"

"Not really. I have family, but we aren't close. I wasn't in a
relationship with anyone. I had a cat. Fuck! Someone needs to take care
of her."

"That we can handle. Cats may be difficult, but they don't tend to share
secrets. If there aren't any close friends or family, we may be able to
clean out your place and reclaim your belongings. Did you rent?"

Decker let out a sigh. "Yeah, I did."

"I'll send someone to get your address and your keys. Make sure to let
them know if you have anything hidden or secret stashes."

Decker laughed. "No, I lived by myself, so I didn't have to bother. Any
idea of what kind of job, and am I like a slave or something?"

Dr. Connor laughed. "No, not a slave, though you do have limited options
and say in what happens. You were senior enough on Smith's team, that if
we sent you back out on the street, they'd make an example of you and
lock you up as long as they could. A lot of very important people are
demanding their pound of flesh. It's not going to be pretty for your
former co-workers. We'll have a team interview you, but likely you'll
start out in security."

"You'd trust me?" Decker asked in apparent disbelief.

"Where are you going to go? If you need motivation, I can tell you what
we've done to the few people stupid enough to betray us in the past. You
showed good faith when you warned me about Smith. That has to count for
something. Until we get things settled, we'll put you up and make sure
you're provisioned. You'll be working for Max directly while we figure
out a more permanent placement."

"Thanks, I guess. I don't really want to go to jail, though I probably
deserve it for stupidity if nothing else," Decker said.

"So, Decker, do you have a first name?" Dr. Connor already knew that and
a lot more from going through the files they had on the agent, but it
would build more rapport to ask.

"Paul. Paul Decker."

"Okay, Paul, think about whether or not you want to change your name.
Maybe something catchy like Decker Spreadums? Paul Ramass? Now, why don't
you stand up and show me what we're working with." Blake knew Paul was in
a bad place when he didn't react or even crack a smile.

"Say what?"

"You heard me, stand up." Dr. Connor stood and pushed the chair back. He
gripped Paul's head in his hands, his fingers wrapping around his neck
while his thumbs rubbed the jawline in front of Paul's ears, forcing Paul
to look into his eyes.

"What are you doing, Doctor?" Paul's eyes averted, trying not to look at
Dr. Connor.

"Like I said, checking things out. You know what we do here, Paul. All
back-office employees are required to complete 'specialized' training and
are expected to perform other duties as assigned." Dr. Connor pulled the
string on the top of the gown and slid his hand down Paul's back, untying
the string at his waist as well. He moved his hands back up and slid the
gown off of Paul's shoulders. "The difference for you is that they had a
choice and knew before they signed on."

Paul gripped the gown, trying to keep himself covered. "What kind of
specialized training and other duties?"

Dr. Connor stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. He raised an
eyebrow and gave Paul a minute to think about it. He didn't know which
way the former agent swung but thought from the few brief interactions
there was at least an appreciation for men.

"What? Am I supposed to guess?" Paul asked.

"You could, but let's start with this: how do you self identify regarding
your sexuality and gender?"

Paul's eyes went wide. "Um... male and I've always said straight, but if
I'm totally honest, being around your men and this place, I'm starting to
have doubts."

"Well, there isn't a wrong answer, but that might be a good sign for your
future happiness. Have you ever had any serious or long-lasting
relationships? Men or women."

"No, not really."

"Okay, would you describe any of your sexual encounters as amazing or
mind-blowing?"

"Definitely not. They weren't bad, just sort of ho-hum," Paul admitted
with a blush.

"Well, regardless, we've got drugs to help motivate you. We test the
drugs we produce, and at times, we need additional participants beyond
the dedicated trainers. Other duties may include stepping in to testing
scenarios. We might also have a target who has a particular weakness for
'your' looks or body type that needs some attention. The assignments
vary, but we expect all back-office team members to step in as needed. In
preparation for those assignments, we ask all team members to complete
basic sex skills training."

"You train your employees on how to have sex?" The disbelief was clear in
Paul's voice.

"Yes, we do. General employees receive an accelerated basics course.
Nothing as in depth as what we do for our test subjects or trainers.
We'll have our psych team do an intake interview to complete an
orientation and preferences evaluation. No matter how you test, we'll
train you with men. Depending on where you fall on the scale, we may also
give you some pointers for women. Though I can tell you up front it will
be minimal compared to teaching you how to take care of a man."

"A bit of bias there, Dr. Connor?"

"Yes. But if you understand the basics, rimming and fellatio skills can
be applied to cunnilingus. We do have a full program for women as well as
men. Most of our products work on both and are tested on both male and
female subjects. Dr. Cable runs the program for women. When Smith started
acting strangely, we moved all our female subjects off campus and kept
the male subjects out of sight."

"Probably a good move," Paul admitted.

"I've answered your questions, may I now see what I'm dealing with?"

"You make it sound like I have something that needs fixing." Paul relaxed
his grip and let Dr. Connor remove the hospital gown.

"Not fix as much as figuring you out." Dr. Connor ran his hands down
Paul's arms and then over his muscled chest. He was pleased that Paul
took such good care of his body. He was obviously a bodybuilder and spent
a good deal of time at the gym. Paul's nipples immediately hardened when
he brushed his thumbs over them, and then Dr. Connor knelt, sliding his
hands down Paul's sides.

"This is really awkward," Paul sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You'll get used to it. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Paul.
You have a great body. And if you're freaking out because your body is
responding to me, stop. I'm rather pleased that I can get you hard so
easily."

"Sorry, but I've never had a man this close to my junk since I was a kid,
and it's... weird."

"But it's such attractive junk," Dr. Connor teased, taking Paul's
erection in his hand and giving it a slow, gentle stroke. Paul was on the
larger side of average, being thicker than some men. His cock was cut and
nicely shaped. A small drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. Dr. Connor
caught it on his thumb and brought it to his lips. "Mm. Tasty."

"Shit." Paul's hands tightened into fists as he continued to stare
upward.

Dr. Connor squatted and ran his hands over Paul's powerful quads and
around his inner thighs. The man clearly balanced his workout routine
because his leg muscles were as developed as his upper body.

"Turn around for me please."

Paul turned, and Dr. Connor stood back up, running his hands over the
powerful shoulders. "Very nice." Dr. Connor's hands slid over the ex-
agent's back and down to the curve of his ass. It was rounder than he'd
expected and attributed the surprise to an ill-fitting tailoring job on
Paul's suits. He knelt and caressed the muscled globes, gently pulling
them to reveal a smooth crack and a sweet little rosebud.

Paul was breathing heavily, and his muscles had tensed.

"Relax, Paul. I'm not going to hurt you." Dr. Connor ran his finger down
the crack and teased at the light pink lips of Paul's opening. He pulled
his hand back and licked his finger before rubbing more on the delicate
skin.

Paul moaned.

"You have a pretty little hole, Paul. Ever been fucked?"

"No."

Dr. Connor leaned in and swiped his tongue over the winking hole as he
held the cheeks apart, eliciting a deeper moan from Paul.

"You ever been rimmed before?" Dr. Connor asked.

"No."

Dr. Connor stood and gave a playful smack to Paul's ass. "I think you're
going to like it here, Mr. Decker. I'll have the nurse get you some
sweats, and we'll move you to one of the dorm rooms as soon as it's
ready."

Paul turned around, quickly grabbing the hospital gown and holding it in
front of him. "Does that mean I passed?"

"This wasn't a test, Paul. But I am pleased with what I saw and
really..." Dr. Connor grabbed the gown out of Paul's hands. "You
shouldn't cover yourself. I guarantee the men here are going to
appreciate seeing you in all your glory."

Dr. Connor winked and walked out, still carrying the hospital gown. He
had two former terrorists to recruit. Given their options, he wasn't too
worried.


Max Moore | Scene 3

"Thanks, guys." Max did a quick check of the kneeler and saw two of
Carl's techs setting up the cameras and lighting. They'd positioned the
kneeler and cameras in the aerobics room so that Josh would have a clear
view in the mirrors while they wouldn't interfere with the filming. "Did
you bring a handheld? You'll want to get in close for some of the shots."

"Yes, sir. We've got it. We'll also be taking still shots. It's okay if
we stay, right?" one of the techs asked.

"Yeah. Dr. Connor is expecting you to do the filming, and it's not like
we're hiding the equipment." Max turned when he heard the door opening.

"Gentlemen," Blake greeted as he stepped into the room. He looked around
and walked up to Max. "Hey."

Max wrapped an arm over Blake's shoulders and tugged him in. There was a
time when they tried not to show any affection around the office, but
those days were gone. Max wasn't going to let an opportunity pass by if
he could be touching Blake.

"Everything ready?" Blake asked.

"Almost, sir," one of the techs said.

"How'd things go?"

"They're all on board. I'm betting even Decker likes the 'D.' Until they
get through an assessment and see if there's a better spot for them, I'll
leave them to your care."

"Gee, thanks. Josh should be on his way up. You ready for this?" Max
asked.

Blake wrapped his hand around the back of Max's neck and pulled him into
a kiss. Max opened up and pushed his tongue into Blake's mouth, tasting
every bit of him. He was hard almost immediately and pulled Blake in
tighter against him. When they broke, Max gripped Blake's hips and ground
their crotches against each other.

"With you here, I'm ready. Besides, when can't I get it up for a college
boy's ass?" Blake said.

"You think he's cherry?"

"Oh yeah. Pretty sure he's got an untouched pussy, not to mention a
virgin throat." Blake winked at Max.

Max pretended to look at his watch. "Maybe true for another what? Thirty
minutes at most?"

"Only if you're slow, buddy." Blake squeezed Max's ass and stepped back
as the door opened, and Josh was ushered in.

"We using any of your special cream or throat spray on him?" Max asked.
He couldn't bring himself to say 'TM' cream since it was embarrassing
having a numbing lube named after him. Sure, it helped guys take a big
one, but he still wasn't thrilled with the name.

"No. We're going all natural. I do have lube, but we're not using
anything to help him. I want him to remember this." He turned to Sergio
and Marcel, who were bringing in Joshua. "Go ahead and strap him in."

Max walked over to supervise and get a better look at "Smith's" older
son. It was hard to believe looking at him that he'd been involved in his
parent's schemes. Even serving as a runner and helping collect the
blackmail information. Joshua looked like a typical college student.
Average in pretty much every way and not someone who'd you really notice
otherwise. He wasn't built like a jock, and he didn't have the skinny
nerd vibe either. Not that he was bad looking, he just wasn't remarkable.

"You can't do this to me! My parents will have your heads for this!" Josh
struggled as they made him kneel and then pushed him down on the torso
bar before strapping him in. They spread his legs wider, then used Velcro
straps to hold him in place. The plastic of the chastity cage on his cock
caught the light.

"We've been keeping him gagged. Do you want us to put it back in?" Marcel
asked, holding up the slobbery ball gag.

"Not necessary, but thank you," Blake said.

"I have rights! You can't do this to me!"

Max didn't even try to stop the laugh that burst from him. "Oh, kid. You
are so delusional. I know you've already been told what happened. Whether
you accept it or not is irrelevant. You ever step foot outside our
protection, you've got three contracts on your sorry ass, and you'll be
dead within twenty-four hours."

"My dad'll-"

"Your dad is in no condition to help, I assure you," Blake said, cutting
off Josh. He moved around to stand in front of him, then knelt so he
could look Josh in the eyes. "This is just the first of many fun
activities you'll be experiencing."

"What are you going to do to me?" Josh asked.

"Not the brightest, is he?" Max asked.

Blake looked over at Max and gave him a big smile. "No, he's not. Josh,
I'm going to fuck you in the ass. And when I'm done, Max there is going
to fuck you."

"I ain't no queer! I won't do it."

Max shook his head as he moved closer to Blake. "And what are you going
to do to stop us? I'm rather glad to hear that you aren't gay. Means your
ass will be tight. Nothing better than a straight boy's pussy."

"No way." Josh struggled to pull away and quickly found he couldn't move.

Blake put a finger under Josh's chin, making him look up. "Now this is
important, Josh. If you look behind me, past the camera, you'll see a
reflection of yourself in the mirror. I want you to watch as you take
your first dick. If you look to the right, you'll be able to see my cock
slide in and out of your ass. This is a special day, Josh, one you'll
remember for the rest of your life."

Josh's eyes went wide. Max had expected some cursing or a verbal tirade.
It appeared that Josh was too stunned to say anything. Blake stood and
began undressing. Max backed away so he had a better view. He'd never get
tired of seeing Blake naked. The man was gorgeous.

Blake caught his eye and smiled. "I'll never say no to you, Max. Why
don't you plan on spending the night with me and Joseph?"

Max walked over and kissed Blake, letting his hand run down the washboard
abs before giving a slow stroke to Blake's thick cock. "I'd love to."

Blake pressed his forehead to Max's. "You're welcome to bring Peter. It's
a big bed."

Max laughed and gave Blake another kiss. "I love you."

"Love you too, Max. Now let's bust this cherry." Blake turned to the
techs. "You ready to roll?"

"Whenever you are, boss."

Blake squirted some lube on Joshua's crack and fingered his hole to work
some in before slicking up his cock. Max felt his mouth water as he
stared at Blake's erection. He had so many memories of that cock in his
mouth and how good it tasted. Even Max's ass quivered. There weren't many
men he'd let fuck him, but Blake was one he'd never turn down. He watched
as Blake slid a finger inside the virgin hole, and Josh let out a deep
groan before objecting.

"Get your hands off me!" Josh gasped.

"Um, that's just a finger and technically it is in you. Wait, maybe
you'll like it better with two," Blake teased as he pushed a second
finger into the tight college-boy hole. "And remember, keep looking up.
You wouldn't want to miss this."

"Fuck you!" Josh said in a whimper.

Blake snickered as he pulled out his fingers and moved in, rubbing his
cock up and down Josh's trench. "Don't hold your breath, Josh. This might
hurt a little. If you push like you're taking a crap, it might help."

"FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK! Get it out! Get it out!" Josh screamed.

Blake pushed in farther and kept on pushing until he was buried in Josh's
ass. It was a beautiful sight and made Max crave him even more.

"Mm. I love the feel of a virgin ass. So fuckin' tight and hot," Blake
said as he ran his hands over his own chest, teasing his nipples.

"Please, please pull out. It hurts," Josh pleaded.

"Shh. It's okay, Josh. Keep breathing and try to relax. It will get
better, I promise." Blake pulled out until only the head was inside
Joshua then pushed in again, gradually picking up speed.

"That expression when you popped his cherry was perfect," Max said.

"It was. Oh, you're gonna love this pussy, Max. He's got a sweet hole, so
silky and tight. Of course, not as good as yours, but I might be biased."

Max felt the heat in his face as he watched Blake power fuck Joshua. This
is supposed to be about humiliating and punishing Joshua, not seducing
me.

Blake wasn't holding back as he pounded in and out of the straight
college boy's ass. There was no gentle build up. Josh was still pleading
and begging for Blake to stop, and it was getting annoying. Max unzipped
and pulled out his cock. He gave it a couple of strokes to get himself
fully hard then moved to Josh's head, gripping his jaw and setting his
cock against the boy's lips.

"Suck it," Max commanded. He made sure he angled so that he wasn't
interfering with the cameras and pushed the head of his dick into Josh's
mouth. "If I feel teeth, I'll punch you."

Max slowly started pushing in and out of Josh's mouth as Blake deep
dicked his ass. He felt the resistance and pushed a little harder, making
Josh gag as Max pushed into his throat.

"That's the way, Josh. Breath through your nose because I will get my
dick down your throat one way or another."

Josh tried to gurgle an objection, but Max ignored him. "Won't be long
before you're a regular pro, Josh. Able to deep throat and take it up the
ass at the same time."

"A beautiful sight, Max. A straight boy spit-roasted on cock."

Max continued working his cock deeper and deeper into Josh's throat. He
couldn't help but smile, thinking of Smith's reaction to seeing his cock
down Josh's throat while Blake fucked his virgin ass.

Josh had stopped fighting them, and it appeared that the fucking had
become pleasurable. He watched the reflection of Blake's dick sliding in
and out of Josh's ass wishing that he were the one getting fucked. Even
with as good as Josh's mouth felt, he couldn't keep his mind from
wandering. Why did he like taking it from Blake or Joseph but not most
guys? Randy had a gorgeous cock, but after the first couple of times, Max
didn't enjoy the sex. Randy was too bossy, trying to dominate Max and
make him submit. Maybe that was it. Neither Blake or Joey played power
games, it was about pleasure and getting off together. That was something
he liked about Peter, too. He'd do whatever Max wanted and didn't care
about who was topping or bottoming. Well... most of the time. The boy did
like a good dicking. Max snickered to himself and pushed all the way down
Josh's throat, held a second and pulled out.

"You're catching on, Josh. Let's try that again." Max again pushed all
his length down Josh's throat. "Don't worry, won't be long until you're a
very skilled cock sucker."

"That's so hot. I'm not going to last much longer. His ass is so damned
tight," Blake said.

"Fill him up, Blake, breed this straight bitch and initiate his ass into
being a cum dump."

"Yes!" Blake cried out as he slammed into Josh and ground against his
ass. "Fuck, you've got a good cunt, Josh. Your turn, Max."

Max watched attentively as Blake slowly pulled his creamy dick out of
Josh's ass and walked up beside him. They kissed, and Max stepped back so
Blake could take his place. Blake put his cum covered dick against Josh's
lips.

"Suck it," Blake ordered.

Josh whimpered but complied.

"That's a good slut," Max encouraged, running his hands through Josh's
hair. "You suck all that good stuff down and enjoy the taste. Bet you
never thought you'd taste your own pussy juice, did you, Josh?"

"He'll come to love it. Won't be long before he understands he's nothing
but a cum dump for real men," Blake said as he slid his gorgeous prong
down Josh's throat.

Max decided he'd better get on Josh's ass before he pushed his way in and
took Blake's cock for himself. He ran his hands over Josh's round globes
and let his thumbs trail down Josh's crack spreading him so he could see
his leaking hole. So sexy seeing Blake's cum leak out of the little
rosebud, Max thought.

"Go for it, Max. He's got a sweet pussy. You're gonna like it," Blake
encouraged.

Max gripped his ten-and-a-half-inch cock and laid it over Josh's ass,
seeing how obscene it looked compared to his little hole. Not that Blake
was small by any means, but Max usually went after, allowing Blake to
open the way for him.

He pushed against Josh's hole and smiled as it popped in. "Sweet." He
continued to push in until Josh had taken every inch. Blake had done a
good job at loosening Josh up.

"Fuck, that's hot. Make sure you get a close up of that monster wrecking
Josh's hole," Blake said.

"Excuse me?" Max protested. As he watched the tech move in with the
camera, getting a closeup.

"Well, personally, he's my favorite monster, and I like having him visit
but Josh being a newbie and all... sorry, Max, but his ass is probably
feeling pretty stuffed right now."

Josh was making strange noises around Blake's dick, so maybe Max could
concede that point. He had added a generous amount of lube to make sure
he didn't do any damage. He also could swear that Josh was tightening and
releasing. He bent over to look under the kneeler and smiled. A large
puddle of shiny pre-cum had collected, and there was a steady stream
running from the clear chastity cage.

Max adjusted his angle to see if he could better hit Josh's prostate, and
the results were immediate. Josh made a deep groaning sound around
Blake's dick and tried to push back onto Max.

"I think he liked that," Blake said.

"He's about to glimpse his future." Max began pegging the spot over and
over. He hesitated for a moment when Blake pulled out and came around
behind him. He felt Blake's hot breath on his neck, and his slick cock
pressed against Max's ass. Blake's arms wrapped around him and began
caressing his pecs and abs while Max fucked.

"Oh, God!" Josh cried out as his body shook, and his cock pushed a steady
stream of cum through the slit in his cage.

"Aw, how sweet. His first orgasm as a pussy boy." Blake tugged on Max's
nipples, and it was enough to send him over the edge, erupting inside
Josh and filling him with a massive load of jizz.

Max pulled out and turned around to kiss Blake.

"A cherry well popped if I may say," Max said.

"Well done, indeed. That's a wrap, guys." Blake stepped away and pulled
something out of the pocket in his pants. He showed Max a "Blue" pill in
his hand and walked over to Josh and shoved it in his mouth, before he
tipped a water bottle up, allowing Josh to take a drink. "Swallow."

Max raised an eyebrow in question.

"We're done filming. I want him enthusiastic for the next part." Blake
grabbed his clothes and started dressing. "Sergio, when you and Marcel
get Josh cleaned up, take him down to the playroom. He'll be begging for
you to fuck him in about twenty minutes or so, but I'm sure you can
resist. Also, I left a tube of that new bait and latex gloves for you.
Just make sure you don't apply it until you're ready to take him in. That
stuff activates from body heat in about two to three minutes."

"Will do, Dr. Connor. Anything else?" Sergio asked.

"I'll need you two to stay with him in the playroom, but you can hang
back, so you don't get caught up in things. David said that new bait is
damned potent."

"You and Marcel can distract each other if it'll help," Max added. He
followed Blake out the door, already thinking about tonight. The two
Viper guards who'd been waiting in the hall immediately stepped in to
escort Blake.

"So, we'll see you later?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, I've got some work to finish up. We want to run some more tests on
the new security system, and I've got to figure out a new schedule.
Having the Vipers watching you and Joseph is helping with us
shorthanded."

Max saw Tiger give him a wink. He wasn't sure how long the Board would
keep the mercenaries, but he expected it to last at least a few weeks.

"I want to see Craig and Steven tomorrow, Max."

"I hear you."


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 4

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Blake said, watching
Joseph for a reaction.

"No, it's okay. We haven't seen the guys for a while, and I miss them."

Blake gave Joseph a skeptical look as they walked down the hall. "Really?
I heard you'd been entertaining a few of them in the apartment."

"No, just Jason. Since you took Jose, I felt it was my civic duty to step
in and keep Jason satisfied. I mean, you took the poor guy's roommate.
Though he did move in with Brandon and Kyle while Jose's been gone."

"Poor man. How he must be suffering," Blake teased.

"Mmm, yeah... He's developed quite the appetite."

Blake laughed as he opened the door to the playroom, or otherwise
conceived as a recreation room for the test subjects. There was a very
similar room for the staff. It was a large space with several seating
areas, large screen TV, gaming systems, ping-pong, pool table, and a few
arcade games. They also had a full sound system and small dance floor
that could accommodate a DJ. Blake had a flashback thinking that the last
time he was in here might have been for Aaron's apology gang bang.

The guys all looked up when they entered, several calling out greetings.

"Good to see you guys! I'm really sorry for keeping you so restricted,
but things should go back to normal now," Blake said. He decided to go
around and greet the guys individually.

They seemed happy with the individual attention, and they were looking
good. Even Mal-Chin seemed to be in good spirits. Bryce and his little
brother Ben seemed a little stiff and stand-offish, but they hadn't been
back at the Lab long and had barely begun learning how to give blowjobs.
Adam was still his problem child.

Adam was the only subject still in a chastity lock and e-stim plug. It
seemed a shame to not share his ten-inch dick with the other guys, but
until he willingly took a fuck, it wasn't going to happen.

Joseph must have had similar thoughts as he dropped on the couch beside
Adam, interrupting his game.

"Still fighting it, huh?" Joseph asked.

Adam gave a pained expression. "Not gay."

"So? I've watched you, Adam. You can't tell me you don't enjoy it. You
get an orgasm at least half the times you get fucked. Why fight it? All
you've got to do is invite someone to fuck you when you're not
restrained. Is that so hard?"

"You're already getting fucked three to four times a day," Blake added as
he sat on the back of the couch.

Adam sighed.

"Really? You think because you don't have a choice, you don't have to
admit it feels good?" Joseph said. "Well, it's your loss."

Blake leaned in and whispered in Adam's ear. "If you change your mind,
all you've got to do is ask for it. Tell you what, I'll give you a deal
for tonight only. Ask two guys to fuck you, and I'll remove the locks,
and you can fuck ass as much as you want."

Adam stiffened but didn't say a word. Joseph stood, and Blake took his
hand, leading him over to talk to the next group.

"Hey, Zachary, how's it going?" Blake looked over the young man. He was
slender to the point of skinny, but even his jeans couldn't hide the huge
snake crawling down his leg. He was one of the three they'd caught out at
the farm. The other two who'd been caught with him had moved on. Nathan
was now a rent boy at the Ranch, and Ryan was giving his ass up at the
Resort. Both had taken to their new jobs quite well. But Zachary was
special. All the trainers loved him and insisted he be fully trained.

"Good, sir," Zachary blushed and glanced away.

"I hear you and Danny are quite the team. I was thinking that I should
move some of you around, maybe have you and Danny sharing a room. You
okay with that?"

"Yes, sir. That would be great, sir." Zachary was bright red but not
averting his eyes this time. Blake smiled, the reports had said Zach and
Danny had worked together very well when they tag-teamed Hunter. David
thought they had a natural chemistry and might be into each other."

"That was sweet," Joseph whispered. "You know he's totally crushing on
Danny?"

"Mm-hm. But I heard it was mutual," Blake said. He turned as he saw
Sergio and Marcel bringing in a naked Joshua.

"Where do you want him?" Sergio asked.

Blake gripped Joshua's chin and looked into his eyes. The pupils were
dilated and Josh's skin was flushed.

"I'll take it from here." He gripped Josh's shoulders and turned him,
guiding him farther into the room. "Guys! If I could have your attention.
I have a couple of announcements. First: wings and pizza are on the way.
Second: I've got a special treat to say thank you for your patience and
being so cooperative while we were on lockdown. This is Joshua. He's a
college boy with a very hungry ass. He's yours for the evening, and you
are welcome to fuck him and use him however you'd like. You know where we
keep the lube, so please use it. We want him to be able to satisfy all of
you."

"You need to take turns, but you can have him as many times as you want
until midnight when you'll need to go back to your rooms," Joseph added.

Blake leaned in to whisper in Josh's ear. "Go on in, you know you're
dying for your next fuck."

Joshua somewhat stumbled forward into Jason's arms, who immediately spun
him around and put Josh on his hands and knees. Blake was still sometimes
in awe of how well Blue worked. For the next twenty-four hours, Josh
would have absolutely no inhibitions and an unbelievable sex drive,
willingly taking any dick he could get. If he were surrounded by women,
he'd be equally happy, but Blake didn't want to see that. Much better to
watch the straight boy taking dick.

Blake felt a wave of pride as he watched Jason. The former assistant
coach had become a role model for the others and was usually the first to
volunteer or do as asked. Blake knew the others would quickly follow, and
with Joshua under the influence of Blue, he'd be a needy slut with no
need for restraints or coaxing.

"That was fast," Joseph whispered as they watched Jason slide into the
college boy's ass.

"Yeah, it was. Give me a second; I'll be right back." Blake walked up to
Jason and leaned in to whisper to him. "You can take him back to your
room for the night and fuck him as many times as you want when he's done
here."

Jason turned to Blake with a big smile. "I've been staying with Brandon
and Kyle; can we share him?"

"Absolutely. I'll have the guards pick him up in the morning," Blake said
as he returned to Joseph. "We ought to go. Not sure about you, but I can
feel the pull of that bait already. By the time the Blue wears off, he'll
be a very experienced bottom boy. Those high school jocks have incredible
stamina and recharge fast, add how irresistible he is with that bait, and
they won't be able to help themselves."

It didn't take long until they were back in the apartment with Blake
relaxing on the couch while Joseph cooked dinner. Blake offered to help
but Joseph insisted on doing everything himself. That worried Blake a
little since Joseph usually liked help.

When dinner was ready, and Blake sat down at the table, his apprehension
went up even more. Joseph had made his favorite, veal marsala with angel
hair pasta, a salad, and fresh bread.

"Wine?" Joseph asked as he held the bottle.

"Please." Blake looked at him skeptically, trying to figure out what was
going on. Joseph sat across from him and took a sip.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Blake took a bite and sighed. It was delicious. He followed with a sip of
wine and decided he couldn't take it anymore.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong? What makes you think something is wrong?" There was a nervous
edge to Joseph's voice.

Blake raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Promise me you won't be angry?" Joseph said quietly.

Blake took a deep breath. "I'll do my best, but I can't promise that if I
don't know what it is."

Joseph looked even more nervous. "I, um, may have observed the intake
interview with Caden and interfered just a little."

Blake almost jumped when his phone vibrated across the table.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, boss. It's Sergio. Just thought you'd want to know that Adam asked
me and Marcel to fuck him. Wanted to clear it with you first and make
sure we were to remove his cage if he went through with it?"

"Yeah, that's right. Thanks, Sergio. Enjoy him." Blake ended the call and
smiled. Well, Randy may get his bottom boy sooner than I thought.

"Everything okay?" Joseph asked.

"Yeah, believe it or not, Adam finally cracked. He asked Sergio and
Marcel to fuck him."

"Wow."

"Yeah, so back to you. Interfered, how? And why did you sit in on his
session with Dr. Blythe?"

"Well, I didn't sit in with them. They used one of the interview rooms,
so I was on the other side of the mirror, and it wasn't Dr. Blythe. Dr.
Smalley handled Caden while Blythe did Joshua."

"That's good to know, but you didn't answer my question." Blake was
counting his breaths in and out trying to remain as calm as possible.

"I had Dr. Smalley change the story... just a little though. Cause I had
this idea, and I think it will work to make the blackmail victims happy
and still be okay for Caden..."

"Back up. How did you change the story?"

"Oh, I had Dr. Smalley say that you saved him from being kidnapped by the
'assassins' and that we brought him here to keep him safe. Dr. Smalley
told him all about his parents and everything that happened, and it was
terrible, Blake... he cried and cried. I felt so bad for him."

"How does that fit with your idea?"

"Okay, but you've got to promise to hear the whole thing before you
react. Okay?"

"Okay." Blake sat back and listened though he had to remind himself a few
times that he'd promised to keep silent.


Sean Abernathy | Scene 5

Sean stayed as quiet as he could as he stood just outside the door,
peering into the bedroom. He couldn't resist watching. This was better
than any porn he'd ever seen.

"Fuck, yes," Michael growled, sucking Mario's monster cock back into his
mouth as Beau's beautiful black dick plowed his ass.

Michael was as much of a cock whore as Sean and seeing him spit-roasted
between the two was so hot. They both had impressive cocks and were so
fucking hot. He'd had the pleasure of having both Mario and Beau's
impressive prongs in his ass, and he knew Michael had to be in heaven.
Though he bet his jaw would ache after working Mario, that dick was so
fucking thick.

Sean squeaked when arms wrapped around him, and warm hands slid inside
his speedo. A hot wet mouth attached to his neck and licked up to his
ear.

"You don't have to just watch. They'd gladly let you join. Or... even
better come with me, and I'll take care of you." Jose stroked him with
one hand while the other massaged Sean's balls. Sean tipped his head back
into Jose and sighed.

"I don't want this to be over."

"Doesn't have to be. Michael already told you there's no way he's letting
you get away once we're home. Maybe Dr. Connor will take pity on me and
let me spend time with you too."

"But today is our last day." Sean hated hearing the whine in his voice,
but this had been the best time ever. Mario and Beau were both hunks and
finally stopped resisting getting naked and fucking at all hours. Jose,
Michael, and Sean had done their best to keep one if not both fucking one
of them every chance they got. And then they got word that they'd be
flying home tomorrow.

"Yeah, but you said you're working at the Lab over the summer. No reason
you can't corner them now and again for a quick fuck. I've seen the way
Beau looks at you, I don't think he can resist."

Sean laughed quietly and turned in Jose's arm. He pressed his lips to
Jose's and kissed. Taking his time to savor his taste and how soft his
lips were. Jose pulled him toward their room, and Sean eagerly went
along. He wasn't about to give up a chance with the pretty Latin hunk. As
soon as they got back to the States, he knew Jose would realize Sean
wasn't in his league.

Jose fell back onto the bed, quickly pulling off his swimsuit and
spreading his golden body across the bed. Sean paused a moment just to
appreciate the miles of smooth skin and the hard cock standing up for
him.

"Enough looking. Get your ass over here," Jose demanded.

Sean slipped off his speedo and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Jose
as they kissed. Even this close, he could feel the heat from Jose's body,
and then Jose wrapped his legs around Sean's body and pulled them
together.

"You are so hot," Sean whispered.

"Let's sixty-nine. I want to taste you." Jose released Sean so he could
move and then scooted on the bed, so they were better positioned. As soon
as they were in place, Jose took Sean into his mouth and grabbed his ass
to hold him in place.

Fuck he's good at this, Sean thought as he began to lick up Jose's
beautiful manhood. He was hard enough to drive nails. He took the velvety
head into his mouth and moaned as the sweet nectar of Jose's pre-cum
burst on his tongue. He began to suck in earnest, wanting more of that
sweet stuff in his mouth.

Sean ran his hands down Jose's lean thighs, loving how smooth he was and
wondered if he shaved his body. He didn't care one way or the other, but
he could admit to liking how Jose looked and felt under his hands. Jose
had a lean, swimmers build like Sean and Michael.

Sean lost himself in the pleasure of being sucked and worshiping Jose's
cock; he'd added in some ball massage and some teasing of Jose's tight
little hole while he sucked. He was trying whatever he could to get as
many moans and groans out of him as he could. It felt so good on his
cock.

"Fuck, that's hot," Michael said.

Sean looked up, not releasing Jose from his mouth to see a thoroughly
debauched Michael standing in the doorway.

Sean groaned as Jose sucked even harder before pulling off.

"Want to join us?" Jose asked.

"I'm not sure I'm up to much," Michael said.

Then it struck Sean that Michael had just been bred. He released Jose and
climbed off the bed, grabbing Michael and pushing him down beside Jose.
Jose gave him a questioning look.

"He's got an ass full of man seed." Sean smirked and saw Jose's face
light up with a smile.

They rolled Michael onto his stomach, then lifted him so he was on his
knees, even being so kind as to prop him up with a couple of pillows.
Sean went first, burying his face in Michael's ass while Jose attacked
Michael's still sticky cock.

"OH! GOD!" Michael cried as Sean began tonguing his hole and slurping up
Beau's load.

"Hey, don't hog it. I get some," Jose objected, pushing Sean back so he
could get his tongue in Michael's well-fucked hole. "Mm. I think Mario
gave him a load too."

"Fuck, that's hot. Kiss me!" Sean pulled Jose into a hot tongue swapping
kiss as they shared the bounty Jose sucked out of Michael's hole.

"Damn, that's so hot. Your turn," Jose said as he returned to Michael's
cock.

"I can't get anymore..." Sean complained.

"Fuck him. I want to see your dick in his hole," Jose said, giving Sean's
dick a squeeze.

Sean grabbed the lube from the nightstand and put some on Michael's hole
and then his cock before he slid inside. He let out a deep groan. "Damn,
Michael, your ass is so good."

"Oh, yeah, he likes that. Just got a nice burst of the good stuff," Jose
said, licking his lips. "Hey, I've got an idea. Lay down beside him and
hold your dick up."

Sean did as Jose asked, wondering what the Latin stud had in mind. He
watched as Jose guided Michael to straddle him and then put Sean's dick
to the slick hole. Jose pushed down on Michael's shoulders, forcing
Sean's cock back into his ass.

"Ride him, Michael, you know you want to," Jose said.

Michael began sliding up and down on Sean; his eyes squeezed closed as he
let out sweet little whimpers of pleasure. Sean saw Jose grab the lube
and slick himself up before he straddled Sean's legs behind Michael.

"Lean forward a little, Michael, yeah... just like that."

"Fuuuuuuuccccckkkk," Michael moaned.

"Oh yeah. Only thing better than a dick up your ass is two dicks," Jose
said.

Sean loved the feel of Jose's cock rubbing against his as he penetrated
Michael. It was so friggin' hot, and he couldn't believe Michael could
take both of them. Then again, he'd just taken Beau and Mario, and they
were both huge.

"You like that, Michael? I know we're not as big as Mario, but together
you ought to at least be able to feel us."

"So fucking good. Stuffed so full," Michael rasped.

Sean again felt so blessed to find two other guys who were as sex-crazed
as he was. Michael started squeezing his ass and bouncing faster. Sean
felt his balls tightening and knew he was getting close. Just as he
reached the peak, he felt his cock surrounded in creamy, warm cum as Jose
cried out. It brought Sean over the edge, and he pumped his jizz into
Michael while he felt Michael's eruption across his stomach and chest.

Michael collapsed onto Sean, giving a deep sigh. "Fuck... that was
amazing."

"You're telling me." Jose had pulled out and dropped on the bed beside
them, snuggling into Sean's side.

"Best sex ever," Sean said and groaned when he heard the sound of
clapping. He peaked around Michael and saw Beau and Mario at the foot of
the bed holding up paper signs - they'd written "10s" on the stationary
as if they were judging the Olympics.

"Great technique, guys," Beau said.

"Such form," Mario added. "But I think we might need to see it again."

Damn, Sean was going to miss this.


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 6

"Call on line two," Claire shouted.

Blake caught his breath, surely Ms. Keaton couldn't be calling back
already. It had only been a few hours.

"It's Mr. Rhodes from Accent Corporation," Claire added.

Okay, now I'm really confused, Blake thought. He picked up the phone and
pressed the button for line two.

"Hello, Dr. Connor speaking."

"Blake, good to hear your voice. How are you doing?"

"Doing well, Don. To what do I owe the pleasure? Not every day, the
Chairman of a fortune fifty corporation calls me up personally."

"Busted." Don laughed. "I need a favor from the very famous and
prestigious Dr. Blake Connor, and yes, I know I'll owe you since I'm not
sure I've fully thanked you properly for the last one."

"Well, you certainly have my attention. How can I help?"

"It's actually for a friend. He won't admit it, but I'm pretty sure he
was sexually assaulted, and he's in pretty bad shape. Not sure why they
didn't call you in because everyone knows you are the best. And before
you argue, I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass. Not that they didn't
call in good doctors, they just didn't call you."

"Okay, go on. How do you think I can help?"

"He's my best friend, Blake. I've known him since high school and
something's messing with his head. He's not himself at all. He was
already in a shit storm after his kid ran off, and then his wife took a
dive into the bottle - again. She's back in rehab, but the woman's a
total waste. The kid's always been a headache but now this. I want you to
take over his care. I'll cover any expenses or fees - you know I'm good
for it. I don't give a damn about insurance."

"Can you tell me a little more about what happened or why you think he's
not himself?"

"Well, I guess I should start by telling you who it is. His name is
Bradley Whitmore the second. He's a corporate type like me."

Blake swallowed the lump in his throat. He quickly reminded himself that
this could work out to his benefit.

"Not long ago, Brad was kidnapped. I managed to get a little out of the
cops to find out it wasn't a run of the mill mugging. They found him in a
shipping container - can you believe that? I wasn't able to get details,
but from what I did hear, it sounds like he was molested, maybe badly.
From what I cajoled out of his doctors, he was also drugged and is having
trouble kicking the side effects."

"That does sound like my area of expertise." Blake tried to sound
hesitant.

"Exactly, that's what I thought. He's in some Podunk little rural
hospital because they thought whoever did this might come back. I know
this is a lot to ask, but you have an amazing facility which I know is as
tight as Fort Knox. Could you maybe take over his case? Like I said, any
bills come to me."

"As a favor, right?" Blake confirmed.

"Yes."

"You'll need to get Mr. Whitmore on board and make sure he's okay with
this plan. I can't just snatch him."

Don laughed. "You could, but we'll pretend this is all on the up and up."

Blake rolled his eyes. Sometimes having people know about your business
came back to bite you.

"Well, you set it up and let me know when everything is squared away. I
can visit and have an ambulance to transport him."

"Thank you, Blake. I owe you big time. He's my best friend, and I'd like
him back."

"Sure, I'll look forward to your call." When Blake hung up, he stared at
the phone for a minute as the wheels turned. Best friend? Maybe Donald
would like more from Brad? Maybe if I play this right, I'll have even
more leverage with Mr. Rhodes, Blake thought.

Blake went back to work, feeling a little guilty at putting off the
meeting Dr. Smalley had requested. He wasn't sure how long he could wait,
but he was really hoping to at least get a reaction from Ms. Keaton. When
he'd shared Joseph's idea, she was professional and asked questions but
gave no reaction whatsoever.

"I can feel the stress all the way out at my desk," Claire said from the
doorway. "Look, you're even making Cotton and Tiger jumpy."

The Viper guards gave her smiles before returning to their stoic stance.
Of course they liked Claire, everyone liked Claire and not just because
she baked them chocolate chip cookies.

"There's just so much to deal with, and Michael gets back tomorrow, and
we're moving back to the house, and there's no food and..."

"Relax, Dr. Connor. I talked to Vince and Joseph this morning and came up
with a shopping list. One of his team is going to make sure you've got
all the basics. I've already got some information pulled together for the
graduation party and even have Dr. Maxey on board to hand deliver their
diplomas."

"Okay, good." Blake looked back at the Vipers, and it struck him.
"Where's Taipan today? Is it his day off?" The reaction was not what he
was expecting.

"He and Copper are taking care of something," Tiger answered. Tiger was
the blond. Cotton, which Blake assumed was short for Cottonmouth, was
staring straight ahead. Claire was also looking very guilty.

"Claire?" Blake put as much into his tone as he could.

"Yes, dear?"

"Is there something you need to tell me? Maybe start with, where is
Joseph right now?"

"Um..."

"Claire."

"He might be at the memorial ceremony at the University. The one for Dr.
Frankle and his fellow grad assistant Rebecca. It was today."

"I told him not to go!"

"Mm-hm." Claire looked way too smug.

Blake counted to ten. "So may I assume then that Copper and Taipan are
with him."

"Yes, sir, Cobra was consulted, and he made the call on who should go,"
Tiger answered like a commanding officer had just questioned him.

Blake put his head in his hands. He couldn't do anything about it now. He
knew Joseph was a responsible adult and very capable, but he was scared
to death that something would happen to him. He wouldn't survive it if he
lost Joseph. The thought made him remember that he was also expecting Max
to bring Craig and Stephen by today. He was dreading that too. Not
because he didn't want to see them, but because it was another reminder
of Smith and the horrible things he'd done.

He looked up when he heard a glass plunk down on his desk. "What?"

"A little fortitude," Claire said, nodding at the glass of scotch.

"Thanks." Blake didn't even hesitate before knocking it back. Claire left
him to brood. There was so much work to catch up on. He still had to
figure out disposition for Cofield's dad, Kerr's brother, Toby... Ugh.
And add to that Keaton says she's giving Ward's daughter back to me.

He looked through the supply schedule and current orders. At least that
appeared to be going well. If anything, demand was up. He saw that most
of the staff had checked in, and for the most part, things were getting
back to normal. It was only to be expected that some took a day or two to
pull themselves together. The agents had harassed a number of front-
office employees as well as those he'd witnessed.

The work did well at distracting him because when the phone rang again,
he jumped.

"Dr. Connor, Ms. Keaton is on line one." Claire's voice came through the
intercom this time.

Blake accepted the call and held the receiver to his ear, taking a deep
breath.

"Dr. Connor speaking."

"Dr. Connor, it's Anna Louise. I know this will come as a shock, but I
have an answer for you."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. I know it was a far-fetched idea."

"Far-fetched or not, they went for it. Enthusiastically I might add.
Seems hearing that he wasn't involved got a few of them a little nervous.
This takes a nice middle ground. You may also be pleased to hear that
I've confirmed the hit contracts were cancelled for Caden."

"Wow. I'm a little stunned right now. What about the contracts on
Joshua?"

"Not cancelled, but my sources say they aren't active either. I honestly
don't know what it means."

"Thank you again for your help. Did you start the paperwork by chance?"

"Sure did. This is going to take a while; there are several steps and
while we can hurry things along, it all has to happen in the right order.
I'll let you know when we get the official assignment. You've already
been approved, so the first step is done."

"I owe you, Anna Louise, thank you."

"Thank you for the elegant solutions, and sorry again for dumping Hanna
Ward back in your lap. She's beyond our abilities to be honest. Your team
may be able to salvage something from her. You can expect they'll bring
her to you by late afternoon."

"We'll do what we can," Blake said.

"That's all I'm asking for. Have a good day, Dr. Connor." Anna Louise
ended the call, and Blake sat back, trying to get his thoughts back in
order. He walked out to Claire's desk, waiting for her to look up.

"Yes?" Claire smiled.

"Can you ask Dr. Smalley to come up?"

"May I ask, did Ms. Keaton give you the answer you wanted?"

"Yes, I'm shocked as hell, but yes, she did. My turn. You helped Joseph
orchestrate this little outing, didn't you?" Blake crossed his arms,
daring Claire to deny him.

"Me? Whatever gave you that idea?" Claire's answer may have been
innocent, but the smile and the sparkle in her eyes gave her away.

"Fine, but I'm watching you." Blake pointed to his eyes and then
Claire's, giving his best scowl before returning to his office.

"As long as there's not a hot man's ass to distract you." He heard Claire
say in a low voice as he reached his door. He was tempted to turn around
but knew he was outmatched. Besides, she could make his life hell if he
pissed her off.

Within a few minutes, Dr. Smalley and Dr. Tanner were both at his door.
He wasn't expecting Jeff but didn't mind him being present.

"Ganging up on me now?" Blake asked as the two doctors came in and sat.

"Saving you time. We both have updates, and they somewhat dovetail," Dr.
Tanner explained.

"I also met with Dr. Blythe so I can report on his findings as well," Dr.
Smalley said.

Blake pushed the door closed and sat in the side chair across from them.
"It's your show, gentlemen." He watched as they glanced at each other
before coming to an agreement for Dr. Tanner to begin.

"I'll start with Joshua. Medical exam showed nothing notable. He's
healthy, no issues or problems. The younger brother, Caden, is also
healthy. I would describe him as a late bloomer though. Other than his
dick, he's underdeveloped for his age. There isn't anything wrong, just
expect that he'll have a couple more growth spurts."

Blake snorted. "Yeah, that kid is hung."

"And I'm not sure it won't get bigger. I wouldn't be surprised. The other
thing I want to throw out is that I'm really questioning whether they're
full brothers. There are just too many differences between the two of
them to explain."

"What? You think Caden may have a different father?" Blake asked in
disbelief.

"I'd like to test them when we get Smith in here, but yeah, I'd bet on
it," Jeff said.

"Huh... well, that's an interesting twist." Blake turned to Smalley,
expecting him to take over.

"Blythe did the intake on Joshua. Nothing surprising. He scored about as
straight as you can on our tests. When Blythe explained things about his
parents and his situation, Joshua reacted with anger and denial. He
didn't get the sense that Joshua didn't believe him, rather that he
wouldn't admit it," Smalley explained.

"I'm not surprised. How about Caden?"

"You need to decide soon what you're going to do with him. I'm worried
about his mental state. Caden's a textbook example of love-starved. Not
that I could observe his home life, but I'd bet his parents were both
cold and distant. And no question the older brother bullied him. I expect
him to show signs of age regression. He was distraught when I explained
the events to him, though I think his biggest worry is what happens to
him now. He's afraid of going into foster care or an orphanage."

"Wow. That's a lot," Blake said. "How did he test? I'm assuming you did
that first before telling him about his parents."

"Yeah, we did. He's still young, so the results are less reliable, but
I'd say a three to four on the Kinsey scale. Josh was a solid zero.
Caden's very suggestable at this stage, so keep that in mind with
whatever you decide."

"That is actually in our favor. We just got the approval for Joseph and I
to move forward with adopting him. Of course I'll start as his foster
parent since we're not married, and this will take a while to work
through all the steps," Blake said.

"Okay, I'm speechless," Smalley admitted.

"Yeah, didn't see that one coming," Jeff added.

"But it's a great idea, or rather it is as this relates to Caden's mental
health. May I assume there's more to it?" Dr. Smalley asked.

"There is. We're trying to satisfy the contingent that wants him punished
when we know that he had no involvement. We proposed a compromise so
they'd cancel the contracts and leave him alone going forward."

"But?"

"He'll need to be Joseph's and my son in spirit and lifestyle as well."
Blake tried to be subtle.

Dr. Tanner snorted. "Are you saying he needs to be a slut without saying
it?"

Blake felt his face heat. "Yeah. He also needs to be raised as expressing
himself as gay. So it's good that he might lean that way. I'd appreciate
any help or coaching on behavior modification you're willing to give."

Dr. Smalley sighed. "Well, I am a realist, and it's a lot better than the
options I thought we'd have. Yes, I'll coach you and Joseph. Something
else to think about is his education. He's not far enough along to put in
our program. And if I'm being honest, neither is the new subject Toby.
For Toby, it's not an age issue. I'm guessing he's just had a bad
education and is far behind where he should be. The boy's smart, I mean
intellectually, so he'll pick it up if he's given the chance. Our program
would just frustrate him at this point."

"You think I need to look into private schools?"

"That's what I'd recommend. The public schools might work, but I think
both of them could use a little extra attention."

"I'd like you to keep working with both Caden and Toby. With what we need
to do, I want to stay on top of Caden's mental health and adjust things
as needed. I haven't decided what we're going to do with Toby, but I
can't just send him back out on the street either."

"I'll be glad to. You want me to talk to Michael when he gets back? He
could really help Caden adjust as an influencer. I think he'll be a very
different big brother than Joshua. So you know, I've been keeping Caden
sedated. Let me know when you'll be taking him home, and I can ease him
off."

"Thank you; I'd appreciate that. It will be later today when Joseph gets
back. Jeff, any other concerns from you?"

"Not really. I'll monitor Joshua and let you know if he needs a break. If
it doesn't throw too much of a wrench in your plans, his ass could use a
break for a few days."

Blake chuckled. "No problem. Let me know when he's cleared though. I'm
going to give him to the black guard next, or rather I will once they're
all up to it. Have you checked on Chris?"

"I have. He's resting at home now. I have a nurse checking on him, but
he's doing well and getting a little stir crazy. Now that Smith and the
Agency are gone, he may want to come in just to be with people - just no
working."

"Message is loud and clear, thanks, Jeff."


Dr. Blake Conner | Scene 7

Joseph strolled into Blake's office like everything was perfectly normal.
Blake swallowed the growl and tried to ignore how hot Joseph looked in
his suit. Do not be distracted. Do not be distracted, Blake repeated to
himself.

"Have you heard back?" Joseph asked without preamble.

"Ahem, and where have you been?"

Joseph came around the desk, pushed Blake and his chair back, and dropped
into his lap. He gripped his hair and kissed him hard. His tongue shoved
into Blake's mouth and fully claimed him until Blake gasped.

"I went to the memorial service. I told you I wanted to, and since Smith
is secured, I didn't see a reason not to go. Besides, I took sexy one and
sexy two with me."

Blake hadn't even noticed the two additional guards now talking with
Tiger. He could concede that they were all sexy, but he wasn't sure any
of them were into men.

"I was worried about you!"

Joseph kissed him again. "You're sweet. I'm a big boy, Blake. I don't
have to run everything by you. You're my partner, not my master."

"Mm. I guess." Part of Blake wanted to argue, but he knew Joseph was
right. "We got the approval to move forward. I'm already cleared as a
foster parent, and they're going to have Caden assigned to me - probably
by morning. We still have to have the parents declared dead so Caden is
officially an orphan."

"That's awesome!" Joseph kissed him again and jumped up and began pacing.

"Fuck. There's so much to do. When are we telling him?"

"Whenever you're ready but we need to wait at least a couple hours. He's
been sedated, so we've got to give him time to come out of it. You want
to take him back to the house with us? The guest room is rather generic,
but it'll work until we move into the new place."

"A couple of hours..." Joseph continued to pace, and Blake waited,
knowing Joseph was deep in thought.

"Okay. Can I take the sexy twins and a van and go shopping?"

"Um... sure. But you didn't answer me."

"Of course, yes. But I gotta go. I've got shit to buy before we take him
home. I'll be back! Come on, studs." Joseph walked out and literally
grabbed Taipan by the arm and dragged him along.

Two hours later, almost on the dot, Joseph was back and out of breath.

"I'm ready."

Blake looked up from his computer and laughed. "Ready?"

"To go get our boy."

"You're really all in to this, aren't you? Is it because you feel a
connection, or you just want a twink to train?"

"No. That's rude. I can't explain it. Just watching him, and seeing his
reactions really got to me. He's so adorable and so lost. I just know
he'll do well with us and our guys."

"Okay, then. Let's do this." Blake stood and gave Joseph a quick kiss
before they made their way down to medical where Tanner and Smalley were
keeping Caden. After a quick coaching on how to approach Caden with Dr.
Smalley, they were ready.

They knocked on the door before stepping in and found a groggy Caden
sitting up and staring at him.

Blake paused to take him in. Joseph was right, Caden was adorable with
large brown puppy dog eyes and a mop of dark brown curls. The last time
he'd seen Caden, he'd been unconscious, and Blake had been focused on the
exam.

"Hello, Caden. I'm Joseph, and this is my partner, Blake. How are you
feeling?"

"Sad. Do you know what's going to happen to me? They said Dr. Connor
saved me, but I haven't even met him yet."

"I am Dr. Connor. It's nice to finally meet you, Caden."

Caden's eyes filled with tears, and he climbed off the bed, wrapping his
arms around Blake and hugging him tight. "Thank you!"

"Hey, hey. It's okay, buddy. You're safe now."

Caden looked up with tears still streaming - Oh, God, that look could
make men crumble, Blake thought.

"No, I'm not. There are people who want to kill me and I don't have
anywhere to go and what's going to happen to me?" He buried his face in
Blake's chest and sobbed.

Blake looked up to see Joseph glaring at him. "I didn't do it."

Blake backed into the side chair, pulling Caden with him. He sat, but
Caden pulled away.

"Come on, Caden, sit in my lap, and let me hold you."

"I'm too big for that. I'm not a kid."

"No one is too big to be held, and I sit in Blake's lap whenever I can,"
Joseph said as he moved over beside Blake.

Caden climbed onto Blake's lap and accepted being pulled into a tight hug
as he rested his head on Blake's shoulder.

"I promise, Caden, Joseph and I will take care of you. We convinced the
bad men that you didn't do anything, and they're no longer trying to get
to you."

"But why? You don't even know me." Caden spoke into the crook of Blake's
neck without looking at them.

"Call it fate. If it's okay with you, we'd like to take you to our place.
It will feel much better than this hospital." Blake ran his hands up and
down Caden's back while Joseph knelt next to them and rubbed Caden's
legs.

"Will they come to take me away?" Caden whispered.

"Nope. You can stay with us as long as you want."

"I think I'd like that."

"We'll take such good care of you, pretty boy." Blake tipped Caden's head
up and kissed him on the forehead. They had to move slow, but it wouldn't
be too long before he'd be kissing those soft lips. First, they had to
win his trust and get Caden used to being touched. They'd start with
platonic touches through his clothes. Blake smiled down at Joseph as his
partner winked back, pointing to the bulge in Caden's pants.

No, it wouldn't take long at all.


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 8

Blake sat in the doctors' lounge, sipping a horrible cup of coffee while
he read through Whitmore's file. He was killing time until he could speak
with him and didn't care that his mind wandered. It had been just
yesterday that they'd taken Caden home to a room full of games and gifts.
Michael was on his way back, but Blake had called him, giving him a heads
up that he had a new brother. More importantly, Michael had loved getting
to be involved with helping Caden adjust.

A nurse opened the door and poked her head around the corner. "He's
ready, doctor."

Blake packed up his bag and followed the nurse into Bradley Whitmore's
room. Even with everything he'd been through, Brad was an attractive man.
He was blond like his son and had the same country club vibe, but his
eyes were blue and not brown.

"Mr. Whitmore, I'm Dr. Connor. I believe Donald Rhodes talked to you
about me. He has asked that I take over your care."

"Yeah. He did."

"I have all the forms, and everything is set for your transfer. Do you
have any questions?"

"The police said they don't think I'm in danger anymore," Whitmore said
in a quiet voice.

"That's correct. You don't have to tell me anything right now, or until
you're ready. We'll get you settled and do an assessment to start. Hope
you don't mind traveling in style? We have an ambulance that's going to
move you."

Brad's blue eyes looked up at Blake in question. "The detective who keeps
asking me all the questions said you might be able to help me find my
son. That you have all kinds of government connections and that my son
got mixed up with some really bad people and some kind of espionage shit-
storm."

Blake took a deep breath, wondering what idiot had made the claim and
leaked what was supposed to be confidential information. He'd deal with
that later. He was sure Ms. Keaton would want to know.

"I have a number of patients in my care, Mr. Whitmore. For their
protection and safety as well as yours, I'm not permitted to discuss them
or share anything."

"But if you have him in your care, he's my son."

"This isn't the place, Mr. Whitmore. We'll have a lot of time to talk
once you're in our secure facility."

Blake saw Mr. Whitmore glance at the door nervously. Good, he got it,
Blake thought.

"Thank you, doctor."

Blake nodded and left the room, allowing the EMTs in who'd transport
Whitmore to the Lab.

Blake thought it was both interesting and convenient that the police
chose the same hospital for Whitmore that they'd used for Smith.
Certainly made this day easier. He grabbed his medical bag from the
nurses' station and headed to Smith's room.

He pushed the door open and couldn't help but smile at seeing Smith in
his body cast. First thing he noticed was they'd changed the bed as he'd
requested. The hospital might be small and rural but the staff were on
top of things. The birthing bed would work much better for his plans than
the standard.

"Good afternoon, Gene, how are we doing today?" Blake asked in his most
cheerful voice. He walked up beside "Smith's" head and looked into his
angry eyes. With a tube down his throat, he really couldn't do much more
than groan or grunt.

"I know it's so boring here. No visitors, can't do anything, and you've
got more than a week before we can move you. But good news, I brought you
some entertainment." Blake walked over to the wall-mounted television and
inserted the USB flash drive. A couple of clicks, and the screen filled
with the image of Joshua Barrett strapped into the kneeler.

Blake heard Gene's grunt around the tube and immediately realized what
caused the reaction. It wasn't seeing his son in such a state.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Gene. Did I forget to tell you that your sons are
alive? My bad. Yup both still with us, or rather me. But you'll see. I
thought it only appropriate after what you did to Craig and Steven that
your boys have a little fun just like you gave them."

He turned to see Gene's eyes focused on him and smiled.

"You're going to love this Gene, now better look at the screen. It's
Joshua's debut. He did so well; you should be proud of your boy." Blake
pressed play and sat in the guest chair, letting Gene watch his son's
deflowering. Blake thought the video came out really well. You could
practically feel Joshua's pain through his expression and the moment he
started liking it... so clear in his eyes. Too bad he couldn't see Gene's
reaction.

When the clip ended, he turned off the television and removed the drive.
Blake could see the emotion in Smith's eyes.

"Don't want all the good stuff at once. I'll save Caden's video for
later. He's such a sweet boy. Do you like your new bed? I requested it
just for you. It's a special bed because the bottom drops away."

Blake demonstrated and stood between Gene's legs. He lifted the sheet
back, revealing that Gene Barrett's cock, balls, and ass were the only
parts of him not contained by the cast. He was positioned perfectly with
his legs suspended, so his ass was right at the edge. Blake reached into
his bag and pulled out some lube, which he rubbed over Gene's hole. He
then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, slicking it up with more
lube.

"You might want to try and relax things or this will hurt," Blake said as
he put his dick to Gene's hole and pushed. He'd made sure they'd cleaned
him out earlier.

"So tight, Gene. Why if I didn't know better, I'd think this is the first
dick you've taken up the ass." Blake pushed all the way in until his
balls were pressed against Gene and began to fuck. The only disappointing
part was that he couldn't see or hear any reactions from his former
tormentor.

"I know how important human touch is to a healthy recovery. I'm sure
you're really appreciating this right now. If it makes you feel better,
your boys love taking my dick. They aren't begging for it yet, but that
will come."

That must have triggered some kind of response because he heard a strange
sound coming from Gene. Blake ignored it and focused on his own pleasure
until he was unloading his spunk in Gene's ass. He pulled out and wiped
himself off with the sheet. He noticed Gene's cock was hard, and a stream
of jizz was sliding down the side. Once Blake was tucked away, he pulled
out a pair of rubber gloves and a tube of cream.

Blake moved up beside Gene's head to make sure he could hear clearly.

"Just so you know what's happening. This is a very special cream we make
at the Lab. It's our newest version of bait. Put it on a guy's ass, and
other men can't help but fuck him. We'll be using it on you every day
until we take you out of here. Might help with you being bored and all.
Oh, and don't worry, this has been thoroughly tested. We used it on
Joshua, and he took so many dicks you'd be amazed."

Blake opened the tube and began applying the cream to Gene's ass.

"And not to worry, I know all the dripping semen makes a mess on the
floor, so I stopped by housekeeping and made arrangements for them to
clean the floor regularly. And I may have let it slip that there's a very
fuckable ass waiting for any guys who needed to get off."

Blake finished and closed the tube, putting it on the nightstand. He
pulled off the gloves and threw them in the trash bin.

"I almost forgot to mention. I did ask that whenever possible, you only
have male nurses attending you. It would be frustrating for the women,
not having a dick and all, but the men, they'll have no problem taking
care of you. See you next week."

Blake stepped out and pulled the door closed. It wasn't much, but it was
satisfying.

End Chapter 23


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