Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2021 12:10:57 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB: Chapter 26: Coffee Break

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The LAB
Chapter 26: Coffee Break
By Tripp Savidge


Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 1

"Coffee is a gift from the gods," Blake said as he took another sip. He
wasn't sure who had started the pot but decided whoever it was, he loved
them. The house was still quiet, and he hadn't seen any of his men
stirring. He'd intentionally got up a little early to have some time to
think.

"Good morning, sir. I don't mean to disturb you, just wanted to let you
know that Copper and I were on duty this morning," Cotton said.

Blake looked up at the tall hunk. Even with a military cut, the guy was
hot. "Do I have you to thank for the coffee?"

"That was Copper. He doesn't function without it."

"I'm sure I've seen him, but can't say I know who he is," Blake said.

"He's the only ginger. And we like to be unnoticed, that means we're
doing our job correctly."

"Ahhh... another military type, wavy auburn hair? Firm round ass that
fills out his fatigues really well?" Blake teased, watching Cotton blush.

"Um... yeah, that's him," Cotton admitted.

"Thank him for me, would you? And if you want to tell him I think he has
a great ass, well, that's up to you."

"Sir." Cotton made a quick escape. Blake wondered if he should feel any
pity for the guards. Nothing had happened yet, but knowing his mate, it
was only a matter of time. The blond, Tiger, was especially in danger.

Wonder if I should slip them something to help things along? Blake
pondered, taking another sip. Unfortunately, helping seduce guards
reminded him of Ace. He growled to himself as he mentally admitted he'd
have to talk to him soon.

"You're up early," Michael said as he walked into the kitchen and opened
the refrigerator. He poured himself some juice and prepped a bowl of
cereal before joining Blake at the bar. "First or second cup?"

"First."

"Ah. Guess I'll wait to talk to you until after the refill."

Blake laughed, thinking how well his son knew him. He got up for the
second cup and looked back at Michael. Fuck. How did I end up with such a
handsome stud for a son?

"We didn't get a chance to talk last night, but I have some news for
you."

"Yeah?" Michael looked up, eyebrows raised.

"Joseph shared your request, and we made a few changes. Jose will be
joining you at State this fall. So will Sean. We've already made the
arrangements. You'll be sharing a room with Brice. That will help avoid
any awkwardness or having to explain things."

"He'll be okay with that?" Michael asked.

Blake wondered if he'd met the blond beauty. "He will be by then. You
guys will be very well acquainted before you move in together. Brice and
his brother Ben will have a room at the new place. You should consider
them extended family."

"Okaaaay. So you don't mind if I spend some time with Sean and Jose?
Maybe invite them out or to visit?"

"I have an alternative suggestion. How would you feel about having them
move in with you? Do you think you three could figure out how to all make
do in one room? I mean, we did order that big king-sized bed."

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

"Well, if you're not interested..."

"What! No, no, I'm interested. Yeah, we can work it out. Besides, the
room is huge." Michael paused as if something occurred to him. "Well, I
guess I need to ask them first, but I think it would be awesome."

"I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure they'll be on board. Sean's home
life sucks, so I already told him he could have a dorm room at the lab if
he wanted out. I think he'd rather be with you guys. And Jose would
likely be happy to be anywhere but the Lab."

Michael scooted around the bar and hugged Blake. "Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you! You're the best dad ever! Do they know?"

"No. I'll let you break the news. Oh, and one other thing. Not sure if
this will matter to you or not, but thought you should know. I've asked
that Beau and Mario move into the house as well; once the other wing is
done. I like having my team close, and if say, people were to change beds
or have company during the night. I'm sure I wouldn't notice."

Michael stared at Blake, his mouth hanging open, eyes wide. "Fuck."

"Are we going to have to start a swear jar?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, guess with Caden here I should tone it down.
Dad...that's just, I don't have words. Thank you!" Michael hugged him
tight.

"Pretty sure Caden swears as much as you do, but I want you both to sound
intelligent." Blake decided not to comment on Michael's tears. It made
him feel good to make Michael so happy, and the reaction made it clear
that he and Joseph made the right call. He'd seen the reports and some of
the surveillance footage of their time at the beach, so he knew the five
men had gotten close. Maybe he hadn't realized how close.

Michael returned to his seat but seemed distracted as he finished his
breakfast. "Dad, is it true that Uncle Max is moving in with us too and
bringing Peter?"

"It is. That a problem?"

"Not at all. It's sort of cool seeing Uncle Max in love. But I'm
curious... When we're at the new house, what are you going to do about
Caden? It's pretty simple here since it's just us. But with everyone
together, won't that be awkward? How will you explain it?"

Blake set down the mug and slid onto the barstool. "They all know.
Besides, I'm pretty sure he'll be taking dick by then. His relationship
with us will be set, and before long, he'll accept the other guys as
family too."

"Wait. He's going to be having sex with Uncle Max and the other guys?"

Blake couldn't help but snicker. "And why is that surprising? Are you
telling me you won't?"

"Um..." Michael dropped his eyes, and Blake could almost see the wheels
turning.

"Michael." Blake let out a sigh. "You're my son. I have given up on any
delusions and accept that being like me, you'll be having sex with all of
them. You don't need to hide it or pretend. Not like Joseph and I won't
be doing the same. It's best for everyone if we are open and acknowledge
it for what it is."

"You're trying to make my head explode, right?"

"After what we've been through, I figure you're adult enough to just lay
it out," Blake said.

"Thanks. And while I might not have made plans, I can say I may have
fantasized about it. You think Craig will fuck me?"

Blake laughed again. Of course that's the guy he thinks of first. "Oh,
they'll all be hesitant and more than a little nervous until they see I'm
okay with it. But yeah, I think you'll be able to have any of them you
want. Don't be surprised if you end up in negotiations for flip-fucks.
You've got a great dick and all of them are versatile."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Michael scoffed.

"Oh, it's a very intentional thing. Just don't want you thinking you get
to lay there and not do any of the work." The image of Michael in the
swing taking several of his guys in a row bloomed in his mind. He had to
admit it was almost as hot as seeing Michael ride Mario or Beau. Almost.

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 2

Blake looked up when he heard Claire at the door.

"Blake. Don't forget about your appointment with Commissioner Crandall at
Lava Java."

Blake glanced at the time. "Shit. Thanks, Claire." He closed down and
made sure the computer was secure. He grabbed his jacket and made a quick
detour to the small bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. He ran a
hand through his hair to make it look a little spikier and more natural.
He noted that it wasn't his imagination; there wasn't nearly as much gray
as he remembered.

He walked out to Claire's desk and leaned down to give her a kiss on the
cheek. "Thank you, love. You're the best."

"Keep reminding yourself of that."

"I have an errand to run after I finish up with Crandall." Blake paused
when he saw Claire's eyebrows go up as she tapped her pen on the pad in
front of her. Max and Claire had both lectured him on taking precautions
and not going anywhere without making sure someone in the office knew.
"Oh, right. Leather and Chains, and it shouldn't take more than an hour
or so."

"That's right. You better remember. I don't care if you've got sexy one
and sexy two with you. Always log where you're going."

"Yes, boss. And when did you start using Joseph's names for them?" He
glanced over at the Viper guards to see them pointedly ignoring them.

Claire leaned forward and dropped her voice. "Joseph says it's part of
the plan."

Blake ran a hand over his face and sighed. He reminded himself that he'd
just thought of drugging them earlier that morning so he couldn't get too
upset.

"Got it. If anything changes, I'll let you know."

"You better, Dear. If not, I'm sending Max."

"Claire, threats do not become you." Sadly, she snorted and ignored
Blake.

The guards fell silently into position as he entered the lift. He'd come
to appreciate how professional and skilled they were. Maybe Max could
take some pointers for the Black Guard.

"Well, well, well. Prince Charming has graced us again..." Roz teased as
Blake stepped up to the counter at Lava Java. "The usual?"

"Please." He slipped a twenty into the tip jar and let the smell and
atmosphere seep into his bones. It still felt strange to be doing
"normal" things, and the coffee shop had always been one of his favorite
indulgences-that didn't involve sex.

"Anything else?" Roz asked.

"Not today, thank you. Have you seen-" he started to ask.

"Back table. And I'm feeling generous today. I'll bring your coffee to
you."

"Marry me?" Blake teased.

"Oh honey, if I truly thought I had a chance of getting in your pants,
I'd be all over you. But thank you for the morale boost."

Blake walked to the back of the cafe and spotted Crandall watching him
with a smile.

"Commissioner, long time no see."

"Harry, please. Blake, glad to see you alive."

He sat down and looked at the Commissioner, wondering what he might know
and why he wanted to meet. "Yeah, it's been a rough few weeks."

"Tell me. I'm still cleaning up, and the higher ups are riding my ass.
So... That person I had you check at City for me. Safe and secure?"

"He is, and he's physically in much better shape than I would have
expected. They did a good job. But you need to know, one of your guys is
talking."

"Explain." Crandall's face went from smiling to a scowl.

"The party in question knew way too much about things that could have
gotten him killed. The rogue agency head, espionage, my connections, and
potential involvement, even that I might have a lead on his son. Seems
the detective asking questions of him was equally sharing."

"Bloody hell." Crandall put his head in his hand then ran his fingers
through his gray hair.

"You know who might have talked? He could have put the case and the man
in danger."

"I know, and I also know that he knows better. Damn, that's sloppy."

"It's your house, I'm not going to tell you how to maintain it," Blake
said.

"I get it, and I can assure you I know how serious this is. It will be
dealt with." Crandall paused. "So, back to our man. Good physical
recovery. Though I sensed a missing 'but' in that answer," Crandall said
as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Here ya go, Prince Charming," Roz said, setting the cup down beside
Blake.

"Thanks." Blake gave Roz his best smile. He decided he'd have to think of
a way to help out Roz's business. He needed some consistency in his life,
and Lava Java was one of those touchstones. Blake turned back to
Crandall. "Not sure how to explain it. The drugs they used on him were
pretty serious and have some permanent side effects that can't be cured.
Best we can do is teach him how to deal with it."

"Black market blue?" Crandall asked in a low voice.

Blake sat back in surprise.

"Yeah, not my first rodeo. Don't think that just because we're friends, I
haven't checked you and your business out thoroughly. I know I've only
scratched the surface, but I'm not stupid, and I spent twenty years as an
investigator. I know how to connect things."

"Guess you do. Okay then, yeah. Does it mean anything to you if I say
they gave him four?"

"Fucking hell," Crandall exclaimed. "And he's functional?"

"You understand more than I would have expected, Harry. Yes, and all we
can figure is he has a very high natural tolerance."

"I've seen what one can do." Harry shook his head and nursed his coffee.
"It was a teen runaway. It was when I was still an inspector. I knew her
before it happened-tried to get her off the streets. After... Fuck, it
was awful. And to think those pimps could be doing it to others, on
purpose."

"Yeah, the black market stuff is bad. For our guy, there are some
extenuating circumstances that will help him deal. Hardly ideal, but I
think he'll be okay. And unlikely to give you or the department grief."

"Small favors. I'm more concerned with how we get that stuff off the
streets. Don't suppose your guys could come up with a cure?"

"We can look at it. The problem is no two batches appear to be the same.
You nail one producer, and someone else picks it up and tweaks the
formula. Is that why you wanted to meet?"

"Partially. I was hoping I might be able to close a few other open cases,
maybe even get some answers."

"I'm listening," Blake said as he focused on his latte.

"The two teens. One was the son of that guy, the other's mother was
killed with a faked overdose. Any idea if they're in a morgue somewhere?"

"The son is in about the same shape as his dad. Maybe not quite as bad as
the runaway, but likely getting the country club version of her future."

"Can't get enough, huh? Hell, that's rough. Does the dad know?" Crandall
looked paler than when they'd started.

"He does. Our doctors are doing the best we can to get him to as normal a
life as possible. In a sick way, the plus is that the father totally
understands, so there's no guilt or judgment."

"Small wins, right? And the other? Young Mr. White?"

"You're not going to believe me," Blake paused.

"Fucking hell, I'd say that there's nothing you could say that would
surprise me, but I've learned that lesson. Just give it to me."

"I can't say he won't need therapy, but he's doing pretty well. It's very
likely that Joseph and I will be taking him in. He's a bit old for
adoption, but we'll offer that if he wants a clean break. Figured you
might as well know since once he's family, we won't be hiding it."

Crandall sat back and grinned. "That kind of surprise I can take. I'm
proud of you, Doc."

Probably wouldn't be so proud if you knew my plans for my new sons. Then
again, it will be a much better life than he would have had. "Thanks.
There's another young guy we're taking in as well. Let's just say he was
an unintentional victim. The Feds are putting together a new identity and
back story for him."

"You're just full of surprises. That's rough for the kid though. You've
got him in therapy too, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Anything else?"

"Word on the streets is there's some high-powered muscle playing guardian
angel. Also seems a few rather famous hitmen were spotted near that
middle-of-nowhere, rural hospital. Bit odd, don't you think?"

"It is, and their target has been moved. They weren't after the country
club guy. I can't say they won't show up again. As for the angels, they
were sent in by my new leadership team." Blake gave a purposeful eye
glance to the left.

Crandall picked up his cup, taking a slow sip as he scanned the cafe. He
nodded and turned his attention back to Blake.

"Discreet, but good looking enough to be yours. Certainly not like those
agents who might as well have carried flags."

"Agreed. Some of those amateurs are still out there, potentially causing
problems. If they do, the Feds will handle it," Blake explained.

"Ah, that answers another question. The commotion at your place was
reported, but strangely, when my people investigated, there was nothing
to find," Crandall grinned as he spoke.

"What can I say, this new crew is good."

"I saw Ace is back in town as well. Should I expect trouble from that
quarter?"

Blake felt the weight on his shoulders and knew he'd visibly drooped. "I
hope not. His company is providing supplemental staffing." Commissioner
Crandall knew too much about the last time Ace was in town and got angry.

"Uh-huh... You call me if you need help." Crandall took on his big
brother tone.

"Should be okay. I'll talk to him, make sure things stay on the level."

"You do that. You think maybe you can let me know when I need to be
worried and when I can just look the other way."

"I'll try as much as I'm allowed to do so."

"Can't ask for more. You and yours okay?"

"Getting there. My family is moving to a new place about thirty minutes
outside the city limits. The old place has too many skeletons now. Also,
if we're bringing in the two young men, we need more space."

"Maybe we should make our little coffee get-togethers a regular thing for
a while?" Crandall asked.

"I'd like that. And none of what's happened changes my ability to consult
when you need me. I rather like helping out and giving back when I can."

"I'm going to hold you to it. I'd have had more questions, but I've been
told most of those issues are not a concern for me or my people-out of my
jurisdiction." The skepticism was clear on his face and in his voice. "I
just hope none of it comes back to bite me in the ass."

"If it helps, things should be calming down. New people in charge. Big
push to clean things up quietly. We're doing our best to get back to
business as usual."

"You've got my number," Crandall confirmed.

"Programmed into every device I own and handy wherever I might need it."

"You're learning. Same day and time next week?"

"I'd like that." Blake finished his latte and stood, shaking Crandall's
hand, before the bear of a man pulled him into a hug.

As he stepped out of Lava Java, he began wondering how he'd managed to
make a friend of the commissioner. Regardless, he was glad the man was in
his court.

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 3

"You're really going to go in there?" Copper asked skeptically.

"I am. The owner and I go back a ways. Believe it or not, I think we
count as friends, and here's a bigger shocker for you, most of the guys
here know me."

"Yeah, right. You won't exactly blend in," Cotton said.

"Damn, you're right. I should have changed into my leathers." Given the
sighs, Blake didn't think they bought it. "Come on, I promise you're
safe." Blake paused and made a big deal of checking out Copper's ass.
"Hmm... well... maybe you should stay close to me, Copper."

"Fucking comedian," Copper groused as he opened the door.

Blake leaned in and whispered as he passed Copper. "What? Afraid you
might like it?"

This time of day, the place was mostly empty and there was no bouncer to
greet them. Even stranger, the lights were on. Usually the place had
dramatic, low lighting that gave it a grittier feel with loud, pounding
music. Not the light classical that was playing. A few people were
cleaning, and there was a big guy behind the bar restocking. Officially,
the bar wasn't open yet for the day.

Blake walked up to the long, leather-clad bar and slid onto one of the
stools. "Hey, Tuck."

The big black guy turned and gave Blake a grin. "Doc. What brings you in
today?" He looked at Copper and Cotton and then back to Blake. The Vipers
didn't know it but Tuck gave the signal to ask if Blake needed them gone.
He shook his head and leaned forward.

"They're my chaperones to make sure I don't get in trouble."

Tuck held it for about two seconds, then broke out into a deep laugh.
"Yeah, good luck with that."

"Is Skids here? I have a proposition for him."

"Yeah? You know anything you do for him, ya gotta do for me." Tuck leered
and gave Blake a once over. "I hope it's a good proposition. I remember
how good you are."

Blake felt the heat rise to his face, realizing that Copper was close
enough to hear. "I'm sure he'll run the deal by you before he gives me an
answer."

"I can tell ya, Doc. If it involves you and naked, the answer's yes."

"You flatterer. So... can I talk to him?" Blake tried to give an innocent
look but knew the big guy wouldn't buy it. He and Skids had been a couple
for several years now, and Blake took some pride in knowing he helped put
them together. It hadn't been intentional, but he wasn't above leveraging
good fortune.

"Go on back. But, Blake...your pretty boys stay out here. Makes it easier
for me to ogle them and think what we'll do with them if they come back
when the bar's open."

"Deal. And, Tuck, make sure you get a good look at the ginger's ass, it's
pretty fine, and smiley's got a nice bulge."

Tuck winked at Blake and buzzed the lock for the door that led into the
back.

"Don't worry, guys. I assure you it's safe, and I wouldn't put you in an
awkward spot." He stepped through the door into a short hallway and
walked to what he knew was the office door and knocked.

"Get your ass in here," a voice called out.

"Hey, Skids," Blake greeted as he stepped in. The office was neat but
nothing fancy. The most notable thing in the room was the dark-skinned
man behind the metal desk. He stood, reminding Blake how tall he was at
six foot six.

"What brings the fancy doctor to my den?" Skids asked with a big smile.
He was a classically handsome guy with a friendly face. He wore a short-
cropped beard that accentuated his square jaw. Blake also knew he had a
nice, toned body under the nondescript clothes and a cock big enough that
it would make a lot of men cringe. Not as big as Carl, but then few were.

"I have a proposition for you."

"You wanna fuck, all ya gotta do is say the word. You know I'm down for
that anytime, anywhere."

Blake felt a bit embarrassed by the acceptance, but then again, he and
Skids had some fun times when he was helping him recover. Two months at
the Lab was more than enough time to get acquainted. And he knew both men
felt indebted to him-even if it was true-he didn't want to trade on that.

"We can discuss that later if you're interested. This is sort of a
favor," Blake said.

"You've got me listening." Skids leaned forward after he sat.

"I've got a guy in my care. Collateral damage from that Agency debacle
I'm sure you've heard about."

Skids nodded knowingly. "Bad deal. I heard that a lot of people got
fucked up on that one and that it's not over. Was he drugged bad like
me?"

"Not quite. They tried to make an example of him. The drugs were legit,
but you and I both know how you can break someone without resorting to
that shit. He's still right in the head, but he's been reprogrammed with
some needs that he has to feed one way or another."

"Fuck. I know that shit. How does this concern me?"

"I saw from the last report that you lost your bookkeeper. Sorry about
that. Given the number of ventures you've got going, you need someone.
This guy is a legit CPA, experienced with a solid history. He knows small
business, knows tax law, and you've got what it will take to motivate
him."

"You think he'd be good? Jimmy did a good job for us, but he couldn't
help poking at the wrong people."

"It was a pretty messy way to go, and I'm sorry, but he should have known
better than to bang the local boss's girl."

"Shit, you knew? And I thought we kept it pretty quiet."

"Says the guy who knew about the Agency?"

"Okay. Yeah it was messy. You going to tell me why you think he'd be a
good fit for my businesses and how I can motivate him? You know, once
he's in, he can't leave. Can't afford people learning our secrets."

Blake raised an eyebrow and waited.

Skids laughed. "Point taken. Go on."

"Forgive my lack of political correctness the..."

"Bad guys?" Skids offered.

"Yeah, we can go with that. The bad guys got the man addicted to black
dick. And by addicted, I mean he'll gladly suck any black dick you put in
his face and will willingly spread his legs, bend over, whatever, if
someone wants to put their dick in his ass. He seems most happy when he's
got one in both ends."

"Drugs and conditioning? I'm guessing some torture given the timeline and
how fast it took."

"Yup. I have a feeling that there were some repressed urges as well.
That's the only way I can see it happening so fast or successfully."

"How often?"

"Not unreasonable, once or twice a day seems to keep him functioning
pretty well. I can send you a full dossier on his history, job record,
reviews, and our psychological profile."

"Do it. How attractive?" Skids asked.

Blake pulled up the folder of photos he's set up and passed his phone to
Skids. He watched Skids's expression as he flipped through the explicit
images. "Hm. Okay, I'd tap that. Mature but decent looking. And you know,
white-assed professional, riding my dick? Damn, you know my weaknesses.
This isn't fair."

"Think of it more like I'm offering you a bonus. We'll even continue his
training if you want. Make sure he's skilled and can do a proper job."

"I gotta clear it with Tusk. Can you send me those photos with the
dossier?"

"Of course. You'll consider it?"

"For you, I'd consider it even if it wasn't a good deal for me. But
this." He looked back at the phone and images as he smiled. "Oh, Tusk and
I could have fun with him. Not to mention the guys in the club... Hm...
pretty sure it's a done deal, but let me get back to you."

"Thanks, Skids. You know where to find me if you need me."

"How soon could he be here?"

"Give me the word, and I can deliver him with a bow within a couple of
hours."

Skids grinned before he stood and offered his hand. "You and your guys
should stop by. We can overlook how pale you all are if you put out."

Blake laughed, knowing that Skids was teasing. "Careful, Skids, we may
take you up on that. Remember what happened the last time? Craig dancing
naked on the bar? Max fucking Tusk on the pool table? And shit, Joseph
trying to see how many of your guys he could suck off in one night?" He
inwardly groaned at the memory.

"One of the best fucking nights of my life. Bring it."

They laughed as Skids escorted him back out to the bar. Skids slid up to
Tusk and gave him a sloppy kiss. That's when he seemed to notice Copper
and Cotton.

"Whoa, buddy. You've been holding out on us. These two weren't at the
party."

"Tell me. And look at that one's ass. Bare that ass, bend him over the
bar, and we could do lick and a shot. We'd make bank and he'd have the
night of his life," Tusk said.

"Sorry, these guys aren't mine. They're sort of on loan, and I have to
return them in like condition."

"Damn shame. Let me know if you change your minds guys. There's free
drinks in it for ya," Skids said.

Blake laughed at how fast Cotton and Copper got him out of Leather and
Chains. He was still laughing as they pushed him into the SUV.

"That was not funny," Copper complained. "Did you tell them to say those
things?"

Blake laughed harder. "No guys. I hate to break it to you, but all that
was totally unprompted, in the moment, honest reactions. Do I have to
remind you what we do at the LAB? Tusk and Skids are both guys we helped
with recovery."

"Recovery?" Cotton asked as he pulled out of the lot. "You took them into
the Lab, then let them go?

"No. They were treated off-site. The police and the hospital call me in
to consult on special cases. They were after the guy who roughed up Skids
and Tusk. Needed them to testify, but they were in no condition to even
remember their names. It was a sexual assault with a pretty good beat
down and drugs."

"That black market blue stuff you keep whispering about?" Cotton asked.

"No, this was before that became a thing. They'd stollen legit drugs, in
the Lab, we call the ones used Jumbos. For anyone not in the know, the
reaction is pretty freaky and can last a few days or more. We took over
their care and helped them through the ordeal. I have a good enough
relationship with the staff and the police that they overlooked the
parade of 'therapists' I sent to help them through. They testified, and
then I helped set them up in business."

"You bought them the leather bar?" Cotton asked.

"Technically we own it, but Skids and Tusk are on a buy-back contract. I
help fund their other ventures as well."

"Is there anything you guys don't have your hands in?"

"Oh plenty, Cotton. Plenty."

Coach Scott Davis | Scene 4

Scott sat nervously in the small conference room, his knee bouncing as he
tapped his fingers on the table. He'd only been there for a few minutes,
but it seemed like longer. He'd done nothing but think for the last
twelve hours since David sat him down and told him what was going to
happen-what he could expect from his future.

"Ugh. Sure isn't where I ever expected to be," he muttered out loud. Then
again, nothing that happened in the last several months was what he
expected. Scott wasn't even sure he could have imagined it. He'd expected
to coach high school football and teach a few classes until he could
retire. Maybe he would have had to change school districts a few times,
but otherwise, a stable, boring life.

He looked at his arm, noticing the lack of any hair. He shook his head,
like any of his old mates would even believe it. He knew shaving wasn't
such a big deal. Swimmers did it all the time. But not like this, he
thought, knowing from the neck down he was perfectly smooth, and if they
hadn't lied, always would be.

Who am I kidding? That's the least of it. Would his old self have ever
believed or even conceived that one day, he'd be taking dick? That he'd
change so much as to enjoy it, even look forward to the next one he got
in his mouth or ass. No, never in a million years. But he reminded
himself that he had to face reality. He needed it as much as he did food.

Scott stood and started pacing the small room. He'd come to the
conclusion that what they planned for him wasn't all that bad and
certainly better than what he'd feared. He wondered about Billy and how
he'd react. They were hardly on good terms, but that was his fault, and
he at least wanted to apologize before he left.

A knock sounded on the door before it opened, and David stepped in. Scott
sat in the chair. He looked at the handsome man and wondered if he would
have even noticed before. How the snug polo showed off that the man
worked out or that his jeans accentuated his bulge.

"How are you doing, Scott? You still want to do this?" David asked.

"If you can convince him to talk to me. But would it be okay if I ran
everything by you again? It was a lot to take in, and I want to make sure
I understood correctly."

"Of course. I'd be happy to. We've got a few minutes before they bring
Billy. Guess that tells you that he already agreed to talk to you."

"Let me get this right. I'll be moving to a resort on a Caribbean island
that's run by the Lab. My room, board, and a small allowance will be
provided. My job will be managing the fitness center, personal training,
and sports-related activities at the club. I'm also expected to entertain
any guests who want to book my time for private sessions."

"That is all correct, but let's be very clear. You belong to us now. Your
ass, your dick, your mouth, ours. The concierge will book all
engagements, and you'll have a handler that will manage the details.
Whatever label you want to use, escort, whore, sex worker, you will be
expected to make the guest happy."

"And when I'm not on the clock?" Scott asked.

"You are always on the clock. If a guest wants to fuck you from midnight
until six in the morning, that's their choice. If you mean, can you hook
up with other employees when not otherwise engaged, yes. Though you are
limited to men only. We expect you'll all become quite close over time.
You can even fuck the young guys who work for you in the fitness center
as long as it doesn't interfere with guest care."

A knock sounded at the door, and David stood to answer it, ushering
Scott's son Billy to sit at the table.

"Are you two civil enough to be left alone? Or, do I need to chaperone?"

Scott looked at Billy, allowing him to answer first.

"I'll be fine," Billy said.

"Me, too. Thank you, David."

David stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Billy crossed his arms and sat back in the
chair.

"I'm going to be leaving soon, and before I did, I wanted to apologize-"

"Apologize?" Billy interrupted, dropping his arms.

"Yes. I'm sorry I was such a shit father. That I tried to make you be
someone you weren't. I love you, Billy, and while it wasn't my intent, I
know I hurt you and made your life hell. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry
for the things I've done since coming here, too. I can't even explain it
or offer up excuses. If there was a way I could take it back or turn back
the clock and fix things, I would. I'm not asking you to forgive me. But
I hope someday you'll be able to think fondly of the good times. I know I
fucked up."

Billy was quiet for several minutes, just staring at his father.

"Pretty sure the stuff that happened here wasn't your fault. I've seen
enough to know how their drugs work. The words still hurt 'cause they had
to come from somewhere, but I know you never would have done some of
those things by choice." Billy paused and took a deep breath. "You said
you're leaving? How does that work when I'm pretty sure you're as much of
a prisoner here as I am. They're sending you to another lab?"

Scott was surprised at how relieved he felt that Billy knew he hadn't
taken him by choice. It didn't help for all the things he did do, but it
was something. He debated for a moment and decided to just lay it all out
for his son. "It is another property owned by the Lab. It's a tropical
resort. One of those places where you pay one price, but given who's
running it, they include your room, food, drink, and all the sex guests
want."

Billy made a small "o" with his mouth but didn't say anything.

"You understand. No point in sugar-coating it. I'm their whore to pimp
out however they want. I'm expected to get on my knees or bend over for
any guest whenever and wherever they want me. When I'm not doing that,
I'm the Fitness Director."

"Shit." Billy glanced away and fidgeted.

Scott was still nervous but wanted to help his son if he could. "You're
looking really good, Billy. Are they treating you okay?"

Billy snorted and looked up at Scott. "I guess. Maybe not so different
from you. They make me work out every day and watch what I eat. I asked
once if I could get something sweet for dessert, and they gave me a set
of different fruit-flavored lube for when I suck off guys. I seem to do
that a lot. They call me a test subject. So far, that means they spread
stuff in my hole that makes guys want to fuck me, and they take notes.
I've been 'trained' on how to suck, rim, and fuck. Sound familiar?"

"Except for the testing stuff part, yes. I'm sorry, Billy," Scott said.

"At least I'm gay and like it. How are you..."

It was Scott's turn to squirm. He looked at Billy and reminded himself
this might be his last chance. "About that. Not sure if it's because of
the drugs or the stuff they did to me, I'm not so straight anymore,
Billy. I still think if I ever got married again, it would be a woman,
but maybe I'm lying to myself. I don't think I could give up the sex with
men." Scott clenched his fist and tried to think of the right words.
"Fuck, Billy. There's no other way to say it. I crave dick. In my mouth,
in my ass, gripped in my hand."

"Wow, bet that came as a shock. But I guess I'm not surprised. All the
guys from the bus?" Billy looked up to make sure Scott was paying
attention. "Same thing. Those of us who were gay or bi already had an
easier time, especially if we cooperated. The guys who said they were
straight? They broke them, every last one. I tried telling myself they
weren't as straight as they thought... Guess it doesn't matter. Adam was
the last to give in, but now, he'd rather have a cock up his ass than top
a guy or even look at a girl. They test us for that, you know?"

"No, I didn't." Scott didn't think it would add any value to tell Billy
that he'd been with a few of the guys-both topping and bottoming.
"Validating that I'm not the only one, but it doesn't change things. I
don't even mind the idea of them pimping me out. I like the sex. Hell, I
need the sex. I'm sorry I ever judged you for being gay. Maybe it's
Karma." Scott waited through a long awkward silence. "Do you have any
idea what plans they have for you?"

Billy's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "Not for sure, but I've
overheard some of the trainers talking. They mentioned the resort and
some ranch and something about if they got me in shape, I'd be popular.
You can guess as well as I can what that means." Billy glanced back at
the door then sighed again. "When?"

"Monday. You probably ought to know, they're going to offer me up to the
team. Put me in a sling and let everyone have a go. Not sure if it's to
humiliate me or make amends for how awful I was to them."

"Huh...they do that a lot around here. Adam has been in the sling a
couple of times."

Scott thought back, remembering the obstinate young man, always ready for
a fight. He felt a wave of guilt as his dick hardened, imagining Adam's
thick muscled black teen body in the sling. He shook his head and counted
his breaths. "If you want to or you know, need to keep face with the
others, I don't mind if you fuck me. I figure I owe you a lot more than
that," Scott said.

Billy looked up and gave a sad smile. "Thanks. Probably not, but I
appreciate the offer. If we don't see each other again. Good luck. Who
knows, I might be working there too someday."

"Never know," Scott said and bit his lip when Billy stood and came around
the table to give him a hug.

"I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad. Take care of yourself." Billy turned and opened the
door, stepping out of sight and possibly, Scott thought, out of his life.

David opened the door and leaned his head in. "Come on, Coach. You have
an appointment."

Scott felt a little better about things as he thought about the
conversation with Billy. It had gone better than he'd hoped, and while
Billy didn't say he forgave him, he did get an "I love you" and a hug.

"Enjoy, Scott. One of the guys will be by when you're done."

"Right." Scott nodded and stepped into the training room. He'd spent
enough time in the rooms that it felt familiar-a little smaller than a
doctor's exam room. They were mostly outfitted the same, an adjustable
table, assortment of bolsters, and a cabinet that seemed to be stocked
with toys and an endless supply of lube. There was even a rolling stool
if your knees got sore. After a quick glance around, Scott jumped up on
the table and waited.

A knock sounded at the door before it opened and Jason Tyler, Scott's
former Assistant Coach stepped in. Even after everything that had
happened, Scott felt the jealousy surge. Jason was too good looking, the
perfectly proportioned athletic build, silky black hair, flawless white
skin, and blue eyes that would make the girls swoon. Then the guilt hit
because he was also one of the nicest guys Scott had ever met, and now he
was chubbing up as he imagined the young stud fucking him.

"Coach," Jason greeted, throwing Scott back in time.

"Jason." Scott looked at the young man and thought that he might even be
better looking than before the shitstorm. All those times I could have
been ogling him wasted.

"So... Did they tell you what's going down?" Jason didn't meet Scott's
eyes and might have even blushed.

"I think so. Guessing you're the warm up before the all dicks gangbang?"

Jason chuckled, lifting his eyes and smiling. Fuck, no one should look
that appealing.

"As good an explanation as any. You're looking good, Coach."

"The workouts you set up are paying off. I don't think I've ever been in
this good shape in my life. Is that what they have you doing now...when
you're not in one of these rooms?"

"Wasn't sure what they told you or what you knew," Jason said as he
leaned back against the door. "I guess you could say I'm part of the team
now. I'm officially the assistant fitness director, and until I finish my
probationary period, a test subject. I'll eventually be a full-time
employee and get something of a life back."

"Good for you. What did you have to give up?" Scott knew there had to be
a catch.

"Depends on how you look at it. I don't think it's realistic to compare
my options to the life I had before. That ended when they took us off
that bus. You've seen. They could strap me in one of those stations and
milk me until my body gave out. They could pump me full of drugs and fry
my brain. They could use different drugs and turn me into a mindless
slut."

"I haven't seen much, but I've heard enough stories. They had one of the
long-time milkers suck me off a few times. Seeing how he acted and fuck,
the size of his balls...I still get nightmares."

"Yeah. So I'm thinking I'm damn lucky."

"You're right. I'm sorry for throwing shade. I heard some of the guards
talking about you. Didn't make sense to me. Stuff like you were off
limits because someone reserved you. That you were protected."

Jason turned away and was quiet for a moment. "I think I know. Probably
why I'm getting my life back too. Joseph, Dr. Connor's partner is the one
who reserved me. Guess you'd say I'm a regular for him and Dr. Connor.
I've lost count of how many times." Jason shrugged.

"And you're okay with the men part? I would have sworn you were
straight."

Jason gave a forced laugh. "Me too. Took about ten minutes for them to
dispel that notion. Oh, they ran all the tests, asked a fuck-ton of
questions, and had a shrink grill me, but when Joseph and Dr. Connor got
me in a room, that all became validation."

"It was good?" Scott knew intellectually that he'd started out straight
and hating the man-on-man sex, though it was hard to fathom now. But some
of the sex since, he could see how that would make a person doubt.

"It was phenomenal. First time sex felt right in my life. And if you
didn't guess, surprise, the tests all came back that I was gay. With
limited options, I decided it was pointless fighting it and decided to go
all in."

"Probably a smart move. And it's worked out for you."

"It really has."

"I was so jealous of you, your looks, and how everyone seemed to love
you. The guys all responded to you, treated you like a buddy. All I had
going for me was fear."

"Hmm...yeah and I used that to get them on board, accept the training and
reprogramming. Now I'm their fuck-buddy. I've had every one of the guys-
multiple times. Including your son."

"What's the expression? When in Rome?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry I was such a crappy boss. I know I didn't make it easy for
you," Scott said. "Can you tell me...how are the boys doing? I talked to
Billy, and he said they're all cooperating now."

"Water under the bridge. None of that matters now. And I wouldn't say
all. Aaron's still the same, he'll argue over anything. He's the only one
making a fuss but I think it's mostly talk. They've resorted to using a
spider gag so they don't have to listen to him but can still use his
mouth," Jason said as he started to undress.

"It's still hard to believe they managed to turn all those straight boys.
I mean, I know they 'can' do it, given my own experience. But..."

"They weren't all straight, Coach. They were just afraid to let you find
out, so they put on a good show. Nine of them tested as 'straight' or at
least leaning strongly that way. Adam was the last of our team to give
in, but he's as much of a cum slut as the rest."

"So all of them...damn." Scott slid off his jeans and tossed them aside.

"The smooth look is good on you. The guys won't even recognize you."

"Wasn't my choice, but I've gotten used to it. Where do you want me?"

"On your knees to start. So, have you thought about it? What it's going
to be like to take all those horny teen dicks?"

Scott felt the heat rush to his face as his cock twitched in excitement.
"Yes."

"Shit. I'm thinking you like the idea. Guess things have changed. Well
then, while you suck my dick, let me tell you a few things."

Scott's mouth started watering before his knees hit the floor. Jason had
a gorgeous prick, and he couldn't wait to wrap his lips around it.

"What a sight. Never thought I'd see you sucking my cock, but I gotta say
I'm liking it. Too bad some of this didn't go down before. I'd have loved
fucking you bent over your desk in your office. And I bet shower time
would have been different too. You, with your hands on the wall, letting
any of the guys fuck you who wanted. Might have been a good way to reward
our quarterback. And so you know, Mitchell has a huge dick. You'll like
it."

Scott moaned around Jason's thick cock as the images played out in his
mind.

"I know they told you that you'll be in a sling, but that's only for part
of the time. It doesn't work as well if you want to suck a guy while
you're being fucked. It's also tough if you want two at a time. Don't
worry you'll be opened up and really slick before that. We'll feed you as
much of the teen cum out of your ass as we can, but you'll still be
sloppy. Probably have it running down your legs. They make a lot."

Scott pulled off and looked up at Jason. "Fuck."

"You like that fantasy? Good old boy coach taking it up the ass from all
his players? Sucking their dicks clean so they can go another round?"
Jason pulled back and turned, bending over to spread his cheeks. "Show me
how good you are."

Scott buried his face between Jason's muscled globes, getting his hole
nice and wet. He couldn't help but be aware of what he was doing and what
his old self would have thought. Jason had worked for him. He interviewed
and helped hire him right out of college. Now he was eating his ass and
sucking his dick. And if he was lucky, he'd be getting fucked by that
dick real soon.

"Nice job, Coach. Have you thought about the team? Any players you're
particularly looking forward to?"

Scott tried to remember the different players. While at the time he
hadn't noticed them in that way, he must have taken more in than he
thought. He'd never thought he was checking them out in the shower, but
his memories offered up images that made him wonder. Big Adam, with his
smooth, light brown skin, water running over him and pouring off his
massive prong like a fountain. Dark-skinned Kevin, who was so ripped he
could be used for anatomy lessons on musculature. Cute Brandon with a
sexy body and a cock that probably made the girls cringe.

Jason pulled away and turned, offering a hand to Scott. "So, Coach. How
do you want it? On your stomach, hands and knees, or on your back?"

Scott thought about it for a moment, taking in the handsome stud, his
dark body hair contrasting against his pale skin.

"Back," Scott said before climbing up on the table and getting himself
into position. He realized he'd done so without even thinking. He
wondered to himself how many times he'd been fucked since the accident.
Fifty, one hundred, more? He had no idea.

"You look really different smooth. Younger...and it does make your
muscles stand out, but also I guess less rugged and masculine." Jason ran
his hands over Scott's tight abs and chest, tweaking his nipples until
they pebbled.

"They said it would help me fit in with the Resort theme. They said
smooth bodybuilders were really popular with the guests."

"Hopefully, they don't let this go to waste. You've got a nice dick. I
now know where Billy got it. You're almost identical. Though if you
didn't know, he's much more of a bottom boy. Guess it makes sense though,
he also gets a hands-free orgasm almost every time he's fucked, and if
the guy is big - every time. He get that from you too?" Jason had grabbed
some lube and was working it into Scott's hole as he talked.

"Yes..." Scott moaned.

"Cool. I'll make sure all the guys take you. There are some pretty
impressive dicks in the group. You'll like them. I think Adam and
Mitchell are the biggest, but they've been trained so they can make you
feel good, even if they'd now prefer to be taking one."

"Fuck!" Scott groaned as Jason's fingers found his spot. He tried to stay
still, but his body wanted more. He couldn't help the way he squirmed on
the two fingers inside him.

"And you know, size isn't everything. Jose isn't the biggest, but damn,
that sexy boy can move his hips in a way that makes you see stars. And
he's so fucking beautiful. Kevin might not be quite as big but he's still
impressive and can power fuck like nobody's business. Then there's
Daniel's nine-inch prong that he uses to torture you slowly, edging you
and getting you close, until you beg for it."

"Fuck me already," Scott pleaded as the images filled his head, and he
remembered more about the teens and their bodies.

"Mmm...nice." Jason said as his cock slid into Scott. "Really too bad you
didn't discover this side of yourself a long time ago. Think of all the
fun you and I could have had on all those away games. How many times you
could have sucked off or fucked our players."

Scott stared up at the handsome face and imagined exactly that. All the
missed opportunities when he could have had this big dick inside him. The
times he could have helped out the boys or rewarded them properly.

"You know this dick inside of you has fucked every one of those players.
I've bred them so many times I've lost count. They beg for my cock in
their tight asses. I've fucked Billy too. He's become quite the slut,
nothing makes him happier than an ass full of jizz. He's even gotten to
be pretty good at deep throating. Oh, I forgot, you knew that. You were
his first, right?"

Scott felt the shame and guilt, but it faded just as quickly as he
remembered how good it felt and how part of him wanted to do it again.

Jason wrapped a slick hand around Scott's hard cock and began to stroke
as he fucked. "It's really too bad you won't get to try all their tight
asses. You've got a real nice dick and I'm sure they'd enjoy it. Then
again, once they're done breeding you they might get creative. Who knows,
a few of them might even ride you or offer themselves up while you're
being fucked."

"Fuck..." Scott was appalled he couldn't put together coherent sentences.
But he felt so full, and Jason was fucking him so perfectly, his hand
stroking him with just the right amount of pressure.

"You're going to have so many horny teen dicks up your ass, you'll
probably think you're in heaven. And what? They're giving you to the team
three days in a row? You'll need your first few days at the resort to
recover. Probably limp for a week."

"Yesssss."

"Ah, Coach. You really missed your calling. You should have been doing
this years ago. Good thing they got to Billy in time. Tell you what."
Jason slammed hard and deep into Scott. "I'll help you out a bit. I'll
make sure that in between gang bangs, I send you the guys with the
biggest dicks to fuck you. It would be terrible to leave this ass empty.
Would you like that?"

"Pleassssse." Scott felt it building in his core and then his cock
erupted shooting a huge load over his chest and face as Jason picked up
speed.

"You'll make a great whore, Coach. Why you'd almost think you were
trained for this."

Scott swore he felt Jason go even deeper before he stilled. He knew the
stud was pumping his seed deep into his gut, and oddly, that made him
feel good.

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 5

"Dr. Connor, Dr. Maxey is on line two," Claire announced through the
intercom.

Blake picked up the phone and hit the line two button. "Dr. Connor
speaking."

"Hey, Blake, it's Clint."

"Good afternoon, sir. Thanks again for agreeing to do the make-up
graduation for Sean and Michael. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, I'm happy to. Unfortunately, that's not why I called. I
know this might not have been on your radar since it didn't apply to
Michael. We decided to offer a couple of sports camps over the summer."

"I remember something about that, yeah. What does it have to do with me?"

"It doesn't directly, but I thought you'd want to know. We just wrapped
up our first camp, and I received a number of parent complaints about
Coach Findley and his son Logan."

"Shit. Please tell me it's not-"

"Sorry, just like before. Belittling, shaming, humiliating them for not
being macho enough. Use of derogatory language. Accusing them of being
fags."

Blake sighed and put his head in his hands. "Damn. Okay, I'll take care
of it. You have someone lined up to take his place?"

"No. But I can. I wanted to talk to you first," Dr. Maxey said.

"Assume he won't be returning in the fall, and he certainly won't be
doing any more summer camps. You'll need to hold off on anything official
until it comes through legitimate channels, but you can at least
prepare."

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I really thought they were going to
reform," Dr. Maxey said. "Though I'm not sure I'll be the one hiring his
replacement. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Not sure I'm following you, Clint," Blake said.

"Got a call a couple of days ago from Wellington Academy. It's a rather
prestigious private school that caters to the famous and wealthy. They
want me to come on board as their Director. The board said one of their
new donors recommended me. I thought of you first, but Michael has
graduated, and to my knowledge, you don't have any other children."

"Oh. Yeah, that might have been me."

"Why are you getting involved in a private academy?"

"A few life changes since we last spoke. Joseph and I are taking in a
couple of boys, and we needed a place to send them close to the new
house."

"Uh-huh. I think you need to explain that one sometime over drinks." Dr.
Maxey chuckled.

"Are you thinking of taking it?" Blake asked.

"Are you kidding? It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I work in the
public school system. It would be a huge promotion and would set me up
for the rest of my career. People don't tend to leave positions like
that. It would also be more than double my current salary."

"It would be really nice to continue working with you, Clint. I'd also
feel better having a friend on the inside."

"Wait. This isn't just about the boys you're taking in, is it?"

"No, it's not. We have a pretty good program here, but education isn't
our niche."

"So...were I to accept this position, you would be expecting certain
favors?"

"So crass, Clint. But, yeah. On the plus side, I'd make sure you were
very well taken care of. Maybe even increase the perks. I can be a good
friend to have in your court."

"Fuck, Blake." There was a long pause. "Damn it. You knew I couldn't
resist."

"I was hoping. Tell you what. Once the contract is signed, I'll set you
up on a nice long weekend trip to our new resort. All your expenses
included. I have a few young men working there that I'd think you'll find
especially enticing."

"Hell, Blake. I've got to wonder if this is what it feels like to sell
your soul to the devil," Clint said in a defeated tone.

"Nah. Trust me, if there's one thing I know, it's how to uncover men's
desires. And I think I've already proven that I grant the best favors.
Consider it like an upgrade in services. You'll be a very happy, and more
importantly, a satisfied man."

"Scary as it is, I do know that. Let me know if you need my help with
anything on the Findleys. I'll send you a confirmation when the contract
is signed as well."

"Thank you, Clint. Have a great day!"

Blake hung up the phone and smiled. It hadn't been a sure bet, but he had
been hopeful that Dr. Maxey would go for the offer. It might take a few
years, but eventually, the school would be firmly in his control and all
those young men...

He grabbed the phone again and dialed Carl's extension. He realized after
he'd dialed he could have used the wireless.

"Hello?" Carl's deep voice answered.

"It's Blake. Don't ask me why I used the phone. Got something for you."

A rumbling laugh sounded through the receiver. "You're the bossman, go
for it."

"I believe Brett Findley and his son Logan have failed their probation.
Can you investigate to confirm and check on Brody as well."

"And if so, are we counting this as the first offense?" Carl asked.

"No. I don't have the time or patience to play with these idiots. We're
going straight to the fourth offense. I'll put in a call to our friends
in the Czech Republic. A year in the glory hole house, and they'll be
broken and trained enough to move to the Ranch."

"You don't want them trained here?" Carl asked.

"Not worth our time. And after I heard how Logan treated Sean, I might be
a bit vengeful. I think it will be a good learning experience for both of
them."

"Same for Brody, if he slipped?"

"Yes, but from the last reports, I think he's doing okay. He joined that
fraternity, and the last I knew was the resident whore. I think he even
stayed in the frat house for the summer."

"I'll check it out and let you know. Do you want to speak with them
before we ship them over?" Carl asked.

"I trust you to take care of it. Besides, I rather like the idea of them
waking up in their new home," Blake said, picturing the building he'd
toured over a year ago. It wasn't fancy by any stretch. A converted store
front with painted plywood walls. They'd set it up so the workers were on
one side and the customers on the other. There were glory holes cut
through, some large enough for the worker's ass to stick out with their
legs fastened, spread eagle, to the outer wall. Others were set high up
for rimming, and they had the standard holes for blowjobs. Photos of the
sex workers were pinned up over the stations, but the owners said they
were going to put in monitors so the customers could watch the
expressions on the workers' faces and see who they were fucking. The sex
workers saw nothing, and every John was anonymous-just a random dick or
mouth.

"Anything else?" Carl asked.

"Not for now, thanks." Blake hung up and turned back to his computer,
then heard a sound at the door. He assumed it was Claire without looking.
"What's up, Claire?"

"My dick. As usual when I'm around you," said a deep voice.

Blake looked up and swallowed, or at least tried to. The man grinned at
him, then turned and nodded to Cotton and Copper, who smiled and slipped
out before Ace shut the door, turning the lock. He sauntered over to the
chair in front of the desk and sat. His motions fluid like a predator
cat.

"Ace..." Blake said, but it came out barely above a whisper. "How'd you-"

"Professional courtesy."

"But they don't know you. They didn't even leave when the head of the
Agency demanded."

"So, they have a brain. I'm sure Cobra told them I was cleared." Ace
leaned forward. "It's been a while, stud. Must say you're looking fine,
and might I say even better than ever?"

Blake's mind was spinning, trying to come up with words. Ace was a
strikingly handsome man with a build between fitness model and
bodybuilder. He was born in the states, but his family came from
Columbia. It showed. He had dark golden skin, black hair, dark brows, and
eyes. He was exactly Blake's height at six foot two-Blake remembered how
well their bodies fit together. Ace had more than a few tattoos, but most
were covered by the long-sleeved dress shirt he was wearing. His dark
eyes roamed over Blake possessively.

"Thank you. You're looking good too."

"Want to tell me why you've been avoiding me?" Ace asked. Sitting back
and crossing a leg over his knee.

"Unresolved issues? Guilt? Who the fuck knows?" The man still unnerved
him. They weren't like fire and water, more like fire and lighter fluid.
Not that they would have made a good partnership, but damn, the sex had
been incredible.

"I'm not going to lie. I've missed you, and it was hell for a few years."

"It's been a long time, Ace." Blake looked at the man and noticed a
calmness that hadn't been there before. Their last meeting had been
volatile to say the least. Ace hadn't taken it well when Blake ended
their friends with benefits relationship to take care of Joseph.

"Coming up on seven years. A lot has happened since then. Probably for
the both of us. It was right after that cute jock lost it on blue. I knew
the first time you saw him that you'd never let him go."

"Ace." Blake shook his head and took a deep breath. "Why did you want to
talk to me?"

"Right down to business, is it? No small talk? Catching up, maybe? Ah,
well... Before that, you should know that Joseph and I had a real nice
talk."

"What the fuck, Ace?"

Ace held his hands up as if to appease the now angry Blake. "He's the one
who tracked me down, honest. I was a bit hurt when he said you never
mentioned me. Was I that forgettable?" Ace put on his hurt puppy dog
face.

"God, you are such a prick. Of course not, but you don't tell your future
husband about fuck buddies. Especially when they were out of your life
before you started pursuing them."

"Hmm... Fuck. I like that word. Well I was pretty sure Max wouldn't
mention me. Always was the jealous type. I'm surprised he wasn't guarding
your door."

"He has a job to do."

"Uh-huh. So want to tell me why your future husband had so many
questions? Why he was so interested in whether I topped or bottomed with
you? A bit odd to my mind."

Fuck, Blake thought to himself. He had no idea how Joseph found out about
Ace. As to the questions, he was afraid that was just Joseph. He'd always
had a voyeuristic streak, but it seemed to be growing. Who knew, maybe he
just wanted to add to his spank bank. "Maybe. You should have asked him."

Ace laughed. "What makes you think I didn't. He invited me over for
dinner, by the way."

Blake took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Can we get back to the why
you wanted to talk to me thing?"

"Sure. I have a business proposition. I understand your need for security
here and at your other locations has increased substantially. I also know
your people are having a tough time finding worthy candidates. I have an
army of very well-trained professionals who know how to keep secrets."

"The Spades are good, but I'd hardly call it an army," Blake retorted.
Though, he is right that Max can't find anyone worth hiring.

"The Spades is just one of many security companies I own. But let me also
say there are other advantages for both of us. I'll be up front in saying
I could use some investment. I'd like to expand and improve some of our
tech. That doesn't come cheap. The benefit for you is that some of the
security companies I own have specializations that could help you out. I
have men who specialize in guarding the rich and famous, politicians,
celebrities, executives who have lots of enemies. I have a company that
is paramilitary and often gets pulled in where they want to hide trails."

Blake couldn't help but get a little excited as the wheels began turning
and his mind flooded with possibilities. But he was still skeptical; this
was Ace and he was surprised that he didn't mention his brother's
business. "I'll be honest I was expecting your offer to be connected to
your brother. Want to tell me how exactly you worked your way into this
position? How'd you get from where you were to this point?"

Ace laughed. "No, that would be a different conversation. And sorry how I
got to here, is not a short story, but I can give you the highlights.
I'll start by saying the court-ordered anger management helped. I got a
steady gig and found a good psychologist. He really helped me get my head
on straight. You'd like him. Good looking all American boy, married with
small kids. But damn could he take a fuck and his mouth..."

Blake smiled, remembering that was something he and Ace had in common.
They loved corrupting married men who thought they were straight. "Go
on."

"Well, I saw him for three years. Enough to make some progress and get
him hooked. I still try to visit once a month or so, just to keep him
sane. Not for therapy, though, just sex. You ever need another shrink;
I'd highly recommend him. I think he'd fit in well and get him to finally
acknowledge what he already knows."

"I forgot how in agreement we were on some topics."

"He's not the only one, but the others I'll save for another time. They
don't really relate to how I got here. I took a job not long after that
and got noticed, you could say. The big boss had a weakness for Latin
muscle." Ace shrugged. "He moved me to his personal guard and his bed."

"That doesn't sound like you, Ace. You always kept business and pleasure
separate."

"He wasn't the type to ask. He was more of a taking what he wanted kind
of guy with the guns and henchmen to make it happen. People who said no,
disappeared. I'm not stupid. Wasn't long before he was a true sugar
daddy. I know, hard to believe."

"Maybe impossible," Blake said.

"You do what you have to. I kept the old man's balls drained and made
sure he was happy, and he made me his second. I wasn't just kept well, I
think he really fell for me. When he died from an unexpected aneurysm, I
learned he'd left everything to me. I'd already been his voice for many
of the businesses for over a year, so it was a pretty smooth transition."

"And that's how you ended up with the Spades?"

"And several other security companies and businesses. You ought to know,
the Vipers are mine too."

"That explains why Cotton was so quick to leave," Blake said.

"Nah. They don't know. Cotton served on a mission with me back in the
day. We've crossed paths a few times. Cobra knows of course, that's why
he gave me the all-clear."

"Why me?"

"You're stable, and I understand the business from my brief time here.
But you've grown and changed since then. I've liked what I've seen of the
operation. I certainly don't know all your secrets, and my people don't
report that shit back to me. But Cobra may have nudged me, saying it was
a good fit. He also pointed out that some of our guys get tired of moving
constantly and not settling down. Having the ability to include an
assignment like the Lab, could give them that. I've also got more than a
few LGBTQ people on our teams. Cobra said you'd like that."

Blake laughed. "And how do you make sure your people keep secrets."

"Not rocket science, Blake. They know for some of the clients it would be
a career-ending move and for others, life-ending. They don't always know
which. That's a great motivator. Isn't that the same thing you told me
when I had to sign the non-disclosure? But I believe you put it a little
differently...what was it...ah 'You talk, you die."

"We've made it sound much more official with a lot of legalese thrown in
since then. That was back in the old days when I wasn't trying so hard to
be respectable. There are a lot of things that have changed since you
left. I'm not sure what you know about our current situation, but it
isn't just up to me. I have a board who would have to approve such a
move." Blake felt a little more nervous when he saw the smile spread
across Ace's face.

"Ah, yes. The lovely people who hired the Vipers to protect you. Very
cloak and dagger types, aren't they? I'm quite sure I've been fully
investigated, as were the guards assigned to you. They used a British
chap as their voice and go between. Quite buttoned up and all prim and
proper as you'd expect."

Blake put his face in his hands and bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"Okay, you got me. How long did it take before you fucked him?

Ace sighed. "Well, he certainly didn't put out on our first date. It took
until the third meeting. I've had priests who gave it up faster than he
did. But I do enjoy a challenge and oh, the sweet sounds he makes.
Totally worth it. And bonus, whenever I'm in London, I've got a place to
park my dick. Win-win."

Blake gave up trying to hold back the smile. He'd forgotten, or maybe
blocked out, how much he liked Ace and how well they got along. He had to
assume Ace knew a lot more about what went on at the Lab than he'd ever
admit. Blake also knew that Ace would have no issue with any of it and
probably encourage more blatant meddling.

"I should also talk to Max. Would you be okay reviewing your proposal
with him as well?" Blake asked.

"Of course. I know he doesn't like me, but I swear I have nothing against
the guy."

"He's pretty sure you think he's all muscle and no brains."

"Nah. He's gotta be at least half cock, if I'm remembering right," Ace
teased. "But seriously, you know that's just my sense of humor. I assume
he'd be the primary interface if we did this, and I'm good with that. I'm
not trying to replace your team, but I think we have the resources to
supplement and let you use them for the important stuff."

"Get me a proposal I can run past the board, and I'll ask Claire to set
up a meeting for you and Max."

"Shouldn't you chaperone?" Ace winked.

"Please. You're both grown men, and if you decide you need to hate fuck
each other to clear the air, that's totally on you two."

Ace stood and extended his hand. "I really hope we can work together. I
swear I've got the temper under control, and I'm not trying to make
trouble for you."

Blake shook Ace's hand. "I'm just relieved you're not trying to get me
back in bed."

Ace snorted. "Oh, really. And what makes you think I'm not?"

Blake stared as Ace turned and left the office. Damn him and his need to
get in the last word. Cotton and Copper slid back in and took up their
positions like nothing weird had gone down.

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 6

"Dinner was amazing as always when you cook." Blake slid up behind Joseph
and gave him a hug.

"Glad you liked it." Joseph turned around and gave Blake a quick peck
before he put the bag of popcorn in the microwave.

"Popcorn?"

"I thought we'd do a movie night."

Blake glanced around to make sure the boys weren't close. "So... I heard
you invited Ace over for dinner."

"I did. Is there a reason you never mentioned him before?"

"There are a lot of people in my past that I haven't told you about. It
wasn't like we were dating," Blake countered. He moved back to lean
against the bar as he watched Joseph.

"Uh-huh."

"Why did you even think to talk to him?"

"You mentioned a few times he'd asked to meet with you. I knew you were
intentionally avoiding him. So, I investigated." Joseph continued
working, not even turning around to face Blake.

"Investigated? Like how?"

"Hm...let's see... I checked personnel records. Asked Claire. Asked Max,
boy was that a mistake. Then I went to Carl."

Blake's curiosity was piqued. "And?"

"He used to work for the Lab in front office security. Left about the
time you brought me in. People either loved him or hated him. Good
worker, but volatile. Had anger issues." Joseph turned and smirked at
Blake. "Was fucking the bossman. Seems he couldn't be alone with you for
more than five minutes without you two making out. Interesting, don't you
think?" Joseph turned away.

"Joseph. That's exaggerated. Someone's filling you're head with stories."

"Oh, please. Claire said you could feel the heat from twenty feet. She
doesn't lie. It also explains Max's reaction. He does get a bit jealous.
Carl is still checking but what he found so far says the guy is legit.
Oh, he's got some shady dealings but nothing compared to what we do on a
daily basis. And from what Carl saw, it appears he's been cleaning up and
divesting of anything outright illegal since he inherited the business
from his husband."

"Husband?" Blake heard Ace say he'd found a sugar daddy, but he didn't
say they'd gotten married.

"Yup. I saw him talking to some of his men outside the building one day
and decided I had to learn more. That's what prompted me. We had a real
nice talk. I like him."

"Joseph..."

"We need friends and alliances, Blake. After what happened with Smith and
the Agency, I for one, am not taking chances on our future. Ace has
something we need, and I will do what it takes to get him on our side."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

Joseph turned and pushed Blake to the side to open the drawer. He pulled
out a muddler and returned to what he was doing. "Suck it up buttercup.
This is a partnership."

"Shouldn't that mean that we discuss and agree to things?" Blake
objected, hating when he and Joseph were at odds.

"Not always."

Someone cleared their throat and Blake turned to see Tiger standing at
the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt, guys. Just wanted to let you know we
had a shift change. Taipan is staying outside, and I'll be in the front
hall if you need me."

It struck Blake that "Tiger" was the nickname he'd given Michael when he
was a toddler. Somewhat of an unrelated coincidence but... He looked a
little closer at Tiger and got a bit of a reminder of Chris. He missed
Chris and hoped he'd be back with them soon. But Tiger... Other than the
hair, he didn't look like Chris. He had a smaller build, maybe five foot
eight or nine. More of a gymnast than a bodybuilder. A little more pretty
than handsome but certainly worth a good look. He watched as the Viper
left.

"Checking out the guard?" Joseph teased.

"Huh? Oh, reminded of Chris. But I guess he is kinda hot." He was going
to revisit the Ace discussion but could tell from Joseph's tone he
wouldn't get anywhere trying to argue it now. Maybe he could bring it up
later when Joseph was more relaxed. He noticed the scent of mint and
peered over Joseph's shoulder.

"I bet he's a moaner," Joseph said.

"What are you making?" Blake asked.

"Mojitos."

Blake noticed that there were four glasses set out.

"Caden and Jon aren't-"

"Shush. It will be fine. I'm making theirs half-strength, and it's a
controlled environment under our supervision. Making a big deal out of it
makes it more enticing. Teaching them moderation and discerning tastes
will help more."

Blake thought he could argue, but Joseph wasn't any more receptive to
disagreement on cocktails than he was former fuck-buddies. The microwave
sounded.

"Would you put the popcorn in a bowl and take it into the family room?
Also, can you get the AV system set up for pay per view. I already know
what I want to watch. I'll finish up the drinks and bring them in
shortly. And Blake?"

Blake turned carefully, gripping the hot popcorn bag to meet Joseph's
eyes. "Tonight, when we're watching the movie, I want you to let Michael
suck you off."

"What? No!" Blake objected.

"Really?" Joseph sighed. "You are being such a baby about this. It's
taking forever, and Caden needs to see you and Michael getting it on.
He's already watched Michael and I fuck, and I got him to suck Michael
off this morning. You'd have been proud of him, he did such a good job."
Joseph smiled ear to ear.

"Say what?"

"Oh, please. That boy is so horny he can barely function. We've had him
on blue and the anal stim cream since he left the Lab. There's only so
much his fingers can do, and I hid all the dildos-though I gotta say
Christmas is going to be a challenge. That boy's got impressive searching
skills."

"So let Caden suck me off," Blake countered.

"Blake." Joseph rolled his eyes and took his most parental tone. "You
know what Smalley and Blythe said. For this to work and take hold, he has
to see you doing it with Michael first."

"But..."

"Popcorn?" Joseph reminded him.

Fuck, Blake thought before reminding himself, it was still his choice. He
didn't have to do anything he didn't want to. And no way was he doing
anything more with Michael. What had already happened was done and gone,
but there would be no more. He set the popcorn bowl down on the coffee
table and turned on the TV and sound system. He realized Joseph hadn't
said which pay per view site.

"Hey, Dad, what are we watching?" Michael had changed into loose sleep
pants with no shirt and dropped onto the couch beside Blake.

"No idea. Joseph has something in mind." He looked up when Caden walked
in, also dressed in sleep pants, but he had a snug tee on with them. He
sat on the other couch after grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"I've got drinks." Joseph brought the first two in and handed them to a
confused Michael and Caden.

"Um..." Caden started.

"Just try it. If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it," Joseph
said. Moments later, he returned and sat on the couch with Caden after
handing a Mojito to Blake. He grabbed the remote and pulled up the site
for a movie.

Blake felt his stomach drop when he saw it was a porn site.

"Joseph," Blake warned.

"Oh, quit. You are being such a prude tonight. Relax. Take a sip of your
drink." Joseph continued, ignoring Blake's objections.

Blake's eyes went wide when he saw Joseph stop on the title "Daddies and
their Boys." He looked at Joseph, pleading with his eyes for him to move
on. Joseph smiled and selected the two-hour full-length movie. Not a
scene, a whole friggin' movie.

I can do this, he told himself, pushing back into the cushions of the
couch. He grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap, hugging it tight. They
were barely past the opening credits when he felt Michael's hand slide up
his thigh.

"Michael," Blake started in a warning tone.

"You don't mind if I lay down with my head in your lap, do you, Dad?"
Michael moved the pillow out of the way and made himself comfortable. His
head on Blake's thigh, inches away from his growing erection.

Blake wanted to object, but he saw Caden watching them intently. Fuck,
fuck. If Joseph set me up, we are going to have words, he told himself.
He made it about ten minutes into the first scene before he decided he
couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, Tiger. You mind sitting up; I'm getting too warm."

"Really, Blake?" Joseph used his exasperated voice, and Blake cringed. It
got worse when he saw Joseph stand and walk over to them. He moved behind
the couch and whispered into Blake's ear. "Enough stalling. I want you to
fuck him hard and deep."

Blake turned to argue with Joseph, and a chill went down his spine, and
his breath caught when he saw Joseph's eyes. Totally black. No whites, no
warm brown. It started as a warm feeling in his gut and spread. He gasped
for breath and felt a little dizzy. Blake had enough presence of mind to
realize this was a really fucking bad time for Joseph to lose it. He
hadn't had a spell in so long.

Michael was unfastening his pants, and Blake knew he should stop him. He
wanted to keep his pants on, didn't want Michael to do this. But even as
he thought it, he raised his hips and let Michael pull the pants and
briefs off. His brain said he should cover himself. His body decided to
spread his legs wider and point his cock to Michael's lips.

"Finally," Michael groaned as he took Blake into his mouth.

No, no, no, Blake screamed in his head. But he couldn't stop himself. He
thrust into Michael's welcoming mouth. His hands gripping Michael's hair.
It felt so incredibly good. He was vaguely aware of the world around him.

"Isn't that hot, Caden? Bet you want to try that too," Joseph said.

Blake thought the voices sounded weird, with an odd echoing tone. The
movie still played, giving and odd background track of dirty talk,
moaning, and groaning, which seemed to make him even more aroused.

He felt Michael pull back and watched with a mix of horror and
fascination as Michael slid off his sleep pants. Fuck, he's gorgeous. If
it weren't Michael, he knew he wouldn't hesitate to use him like a whore.
He tried again to make his body move, to escape, to not let this happen.
Instead he watched his arms reach out and pull Michael into his lap.
Their mouths met, and Michael invaded Blake with his tongue.

The world had become surreal. Sensations and pleasure carried him away.
He knew he should keep fighting, keep trying to resist... But why? It
felt so good. Michael's ass hugged his dick in warm wet heat. Fitting him
so perfectly. He gripped the slender hips and helped him ride, lifting up
and down, chasing that sensation building deep in his gut.

"Michael, why don't you turn around with your back to your Dad," Joseph
said.

Blake feebly objected as Michael lifted off of him to turn. He sighed in
relief as Michael sat back on him taking him deep. He wondered why he'd
ever resisted something that was so good. He needed this.

"Caden, honey. Look at your big brother. Don't you think you should help
him? His dick is so hard, and he's leaking. Why don't you suck him while
he rides Daddy? If you do a good job, I'll make sure your hole is ready
and lubed. I'm sure Daddy will let you have a turn riding when Michael is
done."

Blake heard Michael let out a deep moan. He couldn't see what was going
on, but he could picture it in his mind. The orgasm hit him out of
nowhere, fast and strong. Part of him knew he was breeding Michael-
filling him with his cum. He had a vague sense that this should matter,
that there was something he was missing. The feeling vanished when
Michael pulled off and two mouths began licking him clean.

"He tastes good, doesn't he, Caden? Just think you could have some of
that rich cream every day if you wanted. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't
you like being able to suck your Daddy?"

Blake shook his head. There was something he should remember. He knew
there was but just as soon as he thought he had it, it slipped away. He
watched in distracted amusement as he saw the slender young man stand
over him and slowly squat until Blake felt Caden's ass yield, letting his
cock slide inside.

"You can do it, Caden. Take it slow. This is why we prepped and used the
butt plug. It will fit, you want this. Your hole is so hungry for dick,
right?"

"Yessssss," Caden cried as he settled onto Blake's hips, completely
impaled on his cock.

"You know what to do, Caden. Fuck yourself. This is what you've been
fantasizing about. Now it's yours. You can have this amazing dick in you
every day if you want," Joseph said.

Blake felt hands gripping his ankles, lifting him, so he was repositioned
on the couch. Caden didn't let his dick escape the heat of his ass as
they moved. Blake's legs were being held back and to the sides. He felt
slick fingers on his hole. Then a finger, sliding inside him. Then two.
He wondered who was holding his legs and who was fingering him. He looked
up and saw Joseph over his head, his eyes still black, a smile on his
face.

God, I love him. He is so good to me, Blake thought and then groaned as a
thick, hard cock, pushed inside him. Joseph looked down at Blake and
chuckled.

"Feels good, doesn't he, baby? You love being fucked. I know you do. And
now Michael's got his cock buried deep in your ass. He's going to breed
you now. It's only fair since you did him."

That's true, Blake thought. Then there was that sense of a fleeting
thought like he was missing something important. It doesn't matter, he
reminded himself, he needed to focus on fucking. Caden felt wonderful and
wasn't acting like a virgin at all. Wow, that's right, I'm popping
Caden's cherry, Blake thought and smiled. I wonder how many times we can
fuck him tonight.

"That's the way, eat the cum out of his ass then you can fuck him. Blake
got him all opened up for you. Good, right?" Joseph said, and Blake tried
to figure out who he was talking to.

"He's so hot," a voice said, and Blake tried to figure out who it was. It
was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Yeah, that's a nice dick. Come on, all the way. That's it. He feels
good, doesn't he? Bet you're wondering why you waited. Why you resisted
when you could feel something so good."

"Oh, God," the voice exclaimed, and then Blake realized it was Tiger.

Tiger was fucking Michael. The image filled his mind, and he groaned as
Michael was pushed into him harder and faster. Caden was bouncing on his
dick almost frantically, chasing his orgasm.

"So hot, Blake. I wish you could see it from here. Caden's going to be
such a good little slut, just like his big brother. There are so many
dicks to try. We'll make sure he tries all of his uncles. He'll like that
and once we're all living together, he'll never have to go without."

Blake saw stars when the next orgasm hit him. He was finding it harder
and harder to think clearly. All that he cared about was having an ass to
fuck, a dick to suck, and a cock up his ass. That's what he needed more
than anything. His brain registered random images, fucking Tiger, getting
Caden to fuck his Daddy's ass for the first time. He and Joseph double
dicking Michael. Image after image, waves of pleasure and euphoria.
Something in his brain registered that thinking was overrated. Feeling is
what mattered.

Tiger (Viper Guard) | Scene 7

Tiger awoke and shook his head. Something was wrong. He sat up and tried
to get his bearings. He was naked. Why was he naked? He looked down and
saw he was caked with dried cum. Fuck, what happened? He looked around
and realized he was in the Connor's living room. Dr. Connor was sprawled
naked on the couch. He glanced away quickly, but the image already had
him getting hard again. Then he saw Connor's son and the guy they had
rescued-also both naked and fucking hot. He heard a noise and turned to
see Dr. Connor's partner, Joseph. Unlike the others, he was dressed and
drinking a cup of coffee.

"Relax, Tiger. You'll be just fine. Why don't you take a shower and get
cleaned up. I think you're a bit crusty," Joseph said.

Joseph, the client. One of the men he was supposed to be guarding. What
the hell?

Joseph walked over and lifted his chin, looking him in the eyes.
"Breathe. You're okay. Everyone is safe."

"But?" Tiger wracked his brain, and then slowly, the memories started
trickling back in. "Oh, my God. What have I done?" He looked up when he
heard Joseph laughing.

"Oh, my sweet innocent. Or, well, former innocent." Joseph laughed again.
"So much bottled up lust and need. Guess it just came bursting out."
Joseph shrugged.

"But..."

"Not much for words, are you? That's okay. You were an amazing fuck. Such
a tight ass, and damn, can you suck. Why have you been hiding these
skills? No matter. We know now."

"You're a client. This isn't professional or appropriate. I'll be fired
for sure."

"Oh, please. I'm thinking more like promoted. That body, those skills?
You're underutilized. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Now, go get
cleaned up. Taipan will wake up soon, and I really don't want to have to
mess with his head more than I already have. I piled your clothes on the
chair."

"My clothes?" Tiger's brain still wasn't working well.

"Yeah, they were spread everywhere, but I gathered them up for you. Oh,
and just to warn you, you'll probably be really horny for a day or so.
But don't worry, if there's no one at home to take care of you, I got you
covered." Joseph took another sip of his coffee and walked to the
kitchen.

"What the ever-loving fuck," Tiger whispered. He grabbed his clothes and
walked to the bathroom. He'd never had sex on an assignment before.
Never. What the hell happened? Sure the guys were scorching hot, and he'd
fantasized about them more than a few times, but to act on it? How? He
got the shower turned on and was about to step in.

A loud wrap sounded on the bathroom door. "I can hear you arguing with
yourself out here. Stop. It will all be fine. Think of it as a new
opportunity opening up for you. One where you get all the sex you ever
wanted," Joseph called through the door.

"I've lost my fuckin' mind," Tiger muttered as he climbed under the
spray.

End Chapter 26


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