Chains of Empathy

Chains of Empathy

"So they're not androids then..."

"Not exactly, they're genetically engineered. Their genetic material is fully human."

"But legally they're not classified as human."

"No, as a large part of the higher brain function has been removed."

"So they're more like..."

"Pets really is what I'd say."

"No speech function?"

"They understand in the way that a dog understands."

"Simple commands..."

"That's right. They're also highly empathic. They tune in to feelings and intentions with astounding accuracy."

"And physically...?"

"They're human. One hundred percent human."

"So to have sex with one would not be considered bestiality..."

"Hardly. They are ideal sexual partners. They've been brought up without any of the sexual inhibitions that we have in normal society."

"Wow! So are they bisexual?"

"They're being trained to provide pleasure to both sexes."

"Can I meet one?"

One of the "lads" was brought in. He had a well developed muscular body, a bit on the short side, thick arms and legs with a nice covering of curly red hair. His face was impish and his eyes darted around the room with a wicked sort of look to them. He was wearing a pair of white cotton shorts showing a nice arse and his sexual organs made an inviting bulge in front.

The professor's mobile phone rang. He excused himself and left the room.

I remembered what the professor had said, "no sexual inhibitions". I put out my hand and the lad came over to me and started sniffing and licking my hand grinning at me making guttural noises, "Purring..." I thought. The lad then started licking my face while rubbing his body against me. I could feel the heat of his groin, the hardness of his erection being rubbed against me. My own dick was almost bursting out of my jeans. I started rubbing the fur on the lad's thick pectorals, his belly, as the lad's purring increased in volume and then moved my hand down to the lad's bulge, feeling the softness of his balls the hardness and thickness of his erection.

The lad was pulling at my clothes, obviously didn't know how to deal with buttons or zips so I stripped myself and found the lad had slid out of his shorts and was holding a thick eight inches of dick with a wild look in his eyes. The sexual energy coming off him was intense. Then he was on me, his arms round me, rubbing his groin against mine, feeling my arse with his thick fingers, getting a finger up inside me. I was going to get fucked and I wanted it.

His dick was drooling precum. There would be no need for lubricant. He turned me round and bent me over, started rubbing his erection along the cleft of my arse. The head engaged and he pushed and I did my best to open. He seemed to know instinctively how much to push then let me get used to it. Soon I felt his hairy chest and belly pressed against me and his dick fully up my stretched and aching arse. He was a strong lad, he could do anything he wanted to me now. So I just let him. It was a glorious fuck. His big sweaty balls slapping against my arse. His dick pounding into me. And then he came. I felt his dick pulse inside me. The storm ended and he slid his dick from my well-fucked arse and I felt his come dribble out. I was a wreck.

"So how was it?"

"Fantastic! He fucks like a champion."

"You let him fuck you?"

"I couldn't stop him."

"We were training him to be a bottom and now you've spoiled it by letting him fuck you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. It just sort of happened. He was rubbing himself against me and then we were naked and then he had a finger up me and it sort of went from there."

"OK, OK. It's just that we've never let one fuck before. He'll be wanting it all the time now."

"So they're still at the prototype stage."

"Very much so. We're still working on the bonding. You see they tend to bond like dogs as well."

"Is that a result of the empathic thing you talked about."

"That's right. They pick up on your feelings so they know what you want."

"Well he certainly gave me what I wanted."

"Exactly. You're more of a catcher than a pitcher so that's what he went for. Can you come back tomorrow and you can meet him again and we'll see what happens."

"OK. Has he got a name?"

"We call him Tagger."

The next day Tagger was brought in and the door was closed. We were alone again. He recognised me. A big smile split his cheeky face. He stood there rubbing his crotch through his shorts. The sexvibe was about 1000 volts. But there was also another energy. He was pleased to see me. He was making chuckling noises. I opened my arms and he came straight to me. Hugging me. I closed my arms around him and the feeling was so tender and so horny. He was rubbing his body against me. Licking my face. I found myself responding in kind. Licking his face, rubbing my hands over his muscles, his magnificent genetically engineered body. Engineered to be a sex-pet. Engineered to be empathic.

I stripped and we cuddled naked together. Grinding crotches together in a slow aching passion. Then he surprised me by taking my hand and putting it on his arse. He wanted me to fuck him! So I lubed up and bent him over the couch and slowly drove my dick through the tension of his sphincter and sunk deep into the warmth and tightness of his arse while he wriggled and pushed back against me grunting and moaning. "Oh Tagger. Tagger." I found myself saying as I ploughed his arse as he whimpered and moaned, and I reached round and wanked him and played with his bollocks and fucked him till I shot my load in him.

Sensing my release he pulled away from me. But now I sensed his need. He was still hard and I just couldn't leave him like that. I guess this empathic thing is catching. So I reached down and played with his dick. He whimpered and licked my neck as he cuddled against me. Then I made my move. I bend down and took the tip of his dick in my mouth then slowly slid my mouth down his stiff curved fuckstick. I wanted to give him pleasure. He held my shoulders and let me work on him. Instinctively he knew that I didn't like to be face-fucked.

But then I felt his hand sliding down my back to my bum. I knew what he wanted and although I had come only ten minutes earlier, I wanted it too. The memory of yesterday's magnificent fuck was still vivid. He looked at me and in his face I saw a powerful lust, he was all man, but he was also an animal, wordless, driven by instinct. He smiled wickedly and I smiled back and he licked my cheek with his long wet tongue as I held his throbbing prick and his fingers searched for my hole.

Then I was face down on the couch with him on my back. His weight. His body heat. The hardness of his muscles. "Fuck me Tagger." I said. And the irresistible push began till he bottomed out, his balls against my arse. Then the relentless buggering began. His dick the perfect shape to rub over my prostate with each thrust. His hands came round and stroked my chest, holding me to him. But there was a different feeling from yesterday's fuck. He wanted to please me as I wanted to please him. The fuck was for my pleasure. I pushed back and wriggled against him to make it good for him as well as he fucked. But soon, I don't know how long, I was a limp rag doll in his hands and I was out of my mind. His dick and my arsehole were in perfect harmony and I wanted him to fuck me forever. And he probably could! But his control was better than mine. I felt myself shoot, my arsehole clenching around his plunging dick , then I felt his dick pulse inside me and his pushing slowed and stopped.

And in the glow I felt his adoration. And I felt within me the need to protect him. We held each other. He was male. A perfectly genetically engineered male with a powerful muscular body with powerful sexual needs. But mentally he was a child, a pet. He needed me. All my instincts rose up in me. And I felt him hold me tighter. And in response I tightened my embrace of him. My arsehole leaking his come down the backs of my legs. I knew I could take another fuck from him. And he, feeling my thought, started to press his stiffening cock against me.

The second fuck was slower, more intense if anything. Me on my back, my legs wrapped round his body, a smooth delicious entry that had me gasping. Driving himself into me, running his hands over my chest, lunging into me from different angles. Now there was no need to come. We were just two animals pleasuring each other in perfect co-ordination. Two animals? Had he reduced me to his near animal level. Had I become like him, a wordless grunting beast driven only by my instincts and passions, my passion for his body, my need to have his maleness inside me. Now that I had found for the first time in my life the purest sexual experience. But the adoration I was feeling from him. Like the way a dog bonds with his master. Our needs perfectly meshed, to fuck and be fucked turn and turn about until we can fuck no more.

I get my hands round his arse pulling him into me. His whelping and squealing as I squeeze the muscles of my arse around his plunging dick. My panting and grunting. And then his body still as he reaches the peak of pleasure and he shoots his manjuice deep inside me. And stays inside me, leans towards me, licking all over my face, my neck. The sound of our breathing. Holding each other as if in the glow of an eternal summer.

Tagger, if you were fully human I would call this love.

He didn't want to be separated from me. Nor I from him. In fact he fought as they took him. I was totally tuned in to him now and "got" his feelings. He didn't understand the idea of "later" or "next time". For him there was only now. He wanted to be with me now. For him the experience had been as great as it had been for me. But I could return to my higher faculties. I could switch back to my rational mind, put my instincts on hold. For him that was not possible. He was crying and struggling and I watched in despair as it took two men to hold him as a third injected him with something to pacify him so he could be taken back to his unit. The way he looked at me as they stuck the needle in him. Pleading with me to save him. It almost cracked me up. I wanted to go over to him to hug him one more time. To let him know that there would be other times. That I would do everything in my power to make sure there were other times.

It was the professor's idea.

"Look Andy, I can see how gone you are on each other. We didn't expect this. I mean we knew the empathy was strong but we didn't expect this."

"I want to take him home with me."

"That won't be possible Andy. Tagger is a prototype. He needs special food. He needs a particular exercise regime. Regular physical check-ups. He's house-trained but that's about it. Think Andy. You couldn't leave him alone in your flat while you went out to work. You wouldn't be able to take him out with you anywhere. Where to? To a park? And what if he attacked you?"

"He would never attack me!"

"You can't be sure of that Andy. You know how strong he is and how strong his instincts are. You saw what happened when we tried to separate him from you. He might not attack you but what about other people? If he thought someone was threatening you. Or if he tried to have sex with someone else. Apart from any harm that came to them, the legal consequences would be unthinkable. Our whole research project would be shut down."

"Then could I stay here?" I asked. "I have to be with him. I could sublet my apartment. Work here as a carer. Help with the research. Please, Dan!"

"I don't want to make any promises at this stage." said the professor. "But I'll see what I can do, OK?"

"We have to break it." said the director.

"How? OK I know it was my fault. I left Tagger with Andy and now they've got an empathic bond." said the professor

"Exactly. We have to break it. Tagger was being prototyped as a passive partner. He was being prepared by his trainers. He was due to start training in oral techniques. By being the active partner with Andy he's jumped the queue as it were. We could put him with a female to see if that changes his orientation then he might forget Andy."

"That could work. Their instincts are unsocialised, basically polymorphous, bisexual at least. Both active and passive. They're also highly sexually motivated. But if we put him with a female, that might only confuse him."

"We have to do something. At the moment it's not acceptable that he puts up a fight when he's separated from someone he's bonded with."

"How do we know that won't happen every time? They're highly empathic. It seems that they have a sexual contact with someone and they're bonded. Hooked. I think the best thing would be to give Andy a job here then we can monitor the situation. See how it develops. See how one of the prototypes really relates to an adult human. It will also put us in a position to control things if Andy is working for us."

"OK. But how much do we tell Andy?"

"No more than necessary. We'll tell him that he is a valued part of our important scientific research blah, blah, blah ... and that we would like to monitor his relationship with Tagger. Andy will feel important and it will also help to give him some objectivity in this situation."

"How about counselling sessions to help him deal with things?"

"Good idea. It'll help him get with the program. Get HR to draw up the contract. And make sure they include the usual watertight confidentiality clause."

When I arrived at my first day at the facility Roger, the head trainer met me at reception and told me he would be showing me around because the professor was busy.

"Call me Rog." he said

"Andy." I said.

"You'll be working with me in the training section."

Rog was a bull of a man in his late thirties with cropped blond hair and a solid wrestler's body. A kind smile but you knew not to get on the wrong side of him. He had an military air about him.

"So what do you know about the project?" he asked.

"Well Professor Davies explained some of it to me." I said as coolly as I could. I'd known Dan Davies for years from the scene. When he told me a bit about his work I asked to have a look around.

"You've met Tagger haven't you." Rog went on with a slight smile.

"That's right." I said, hoping that my voice didn't betray any emotion.

"But you haven't met any of the other lads."

"No, not yet."

"They're exercising at the moment. Then they have their training session. I'm sure the professor told you that they're being trained as sort of sex-pets and for all sorts of reasons they decided to train a bunch of lads to be passive sex partners for men."

I wanted to ask what reasons but decided to keep that question for later.

"So you er... fuck them?" I asked.

"No we open them up. Get them used to taking it up the arse." he said matter-of-factly, "You've fucked Tagger. You know what it's like."

"Er... Yes. I have."

"And there was no problem going in? No resistance?"

"No none at all."

"That was all our work. We've been working on them for about a month now. Sessions twice a day. They love it now. Can't get enough of it. You'll see when we go in. They'll all be ready and waiting."

"Will Tagger be there?" I asked.

"No he's been taken off this session. He's going to be having special training with you. That's why you're here isn't it?"

"Er... yes it is."

We went into the training room. It was set up like a gym. It also had that male sweat and testosterone smell of a gym. There were about half a dozen lads working on exercising machines. Taut muscular bodies straining and grunting. They were all about the same size as Tagger. A black lad with shiny sweaty muscles caught my eye. The regulation white shorts contrasting with his dark skin.

Rog must have seen me looking. "That's Abby," he said. "Cute innee?"

"Yes. He is." I said nodding.

"You can work with him later if you like. You need a good rapport with them to train them properly. Well you know that from Tagger don't you?"

"Yes, a good rapport is important." I answered, feeling that I was fencing with him.

"OK. Exercise period is nearly up. There'll be a bell then you'll see what happens."

The bell went and there was a chorus of cheerful noises from the lads as they left their machines and rushed over to a set of slings in another part of the gym. "Slowly lads..." said Rog. The lads got into the slings by themselves and were waiting for the trainers. Five sweaty lads, all fresh from the exercise machines. All pumped up and all horny. Waiting for the trainers to work on them.

There was one trainer for each lad.

"I'll work with you and show you the procedure." said Rog.

"OK." I said.

"Now get these plastic gloves on you."

"We're going to fist them?" I asked, shocked.

"No we're not but it can get a bit messy."

Abby was grinning and making burbling noises. His thick short dick was stiff and straining along his taut muscular belly. His arsehole was fully exposed, pink and bright against his dark hairless skin.

"Now you got to get him relaxed first." said Rog. "Take some lube on your right hand (there was a tub of lubricant next to the sling) and rub it all over his balls and dick. That's it. You're a bloke. You know what a bloke likes. Not too much. Don't let him come yet. Now work some round his hole. Use a finger, get some in there. Oh you love that don't you Abby. Look at his dick twitching and his bollocks all drawn up tight. Take it slowly, slowly."

Andy followed Rog's instructions, massaging the lube around Abby's crotch, wanking his fat little stiffy, watching his body wriggling with pleasure, the reactions on his face.

"You're getting him too close. Leave his dick alone for a moment. That's it, let him cool off."

From the other slings I could hear groans and happy grunting noises as the other trainers worked on the lads. I wanted to look but I knew I had to keep focused on Abby.

"Good now work a finger up into him. Is he opening?"

"Yes."

"Nice. Good boy Abby. It's important to talk to him. Give him a positive vibe with your voice, nothing aggressive. You should be able to get another finger into him now."

"Good boy Abby," I said as I worked another finger inside him.

"Right move them in and out, round and round, get the sphincter nice and open. OK, now one more finger."

And Abby was getting into it, starting to push back against the three fingers.

"Good boy, Abby," I crooned to him, "You like that don't you?"

"Now he's ready." said Rog, "Take this one." and he handed me a dildo. "He took a size four yesterday. Let's see how he gets on with a five. Right now, get it nice and lubed, that's it and just hold it at the lips of his arse with just a gentle pressure and wait for him to open. Now slowly slide it up him."

From my experience with Tagger I knew how to tune in to what Abby was feeling. I knew when to push and when to pause and let him get used to it and bit by bit the length and thickness of the dildo slid up Abby's arsehole. He was rolling his head from side to side and panting with the pleasure of it.

There was a cry of pain from one of the other slings. "Use some poppers on him." Rog shouted across.

"Good boy, Abby. You took it boy. Good. You like that don't you, a nice fat dildo up you." I was tuned in to the pleasure that he was feeling.

"Pay attention to his dick." instructed Rog. "If he starts to go soft then play with his foreskin or give him a bit of a wank to get him stiff again. But not too much. Good, now start to work it in and out. That's it Andy. Good, you're doing a good job. He's nice and open now you can really pump it to him now."

And I started working the dildo in and out of him, giving it different angles, twisting it a bit. I didn't have to do much, Abby was all but fucking himself on it. Panting, grunting. All around the training room the sounds of the lads taking it up the arse, the trainers talking encouragement to them, the musty smell of poppers pervading the room. Then it all seemed to happen at once. First one came then there was a whole volley of orgasmic noise from the lads as they shot their loads and I watched as Abby's dick spewed shot after shot of his pearly white semen all over his chest and belly. "Oh, yes / get your nut man / shoot it for me." - the voices of the trainers from around the room as the other lads shot their loads.

"Now slow down, that's it." Rog's voice to me. "Don't take it out yet. Just let him push it out."

And the sexvibe in the room dropped a bit as we got the lads, giggling and sweaty and sticky with come and lube off the slings and into the shower room.

I had a raging hard-on and I noticed the other trainers all had as well. So did Rog.

"How was that?" Rog asked as we sat in his office.

"Powerful stuff!" I replied. "The sexual charge they build up is incredible."

"Yeh. Five of them all together like that, all fired up with testosterone after a workout. All turned on together. And you notice that when one comes, it sets all the others off."

"Yes. It would take a saint or a eunuch not to be affected by that."

"You're right there mate." said Rog. "These sessions always give me a stonking boner. You want to relieve yourself?"

"No. It's OK. I'll deal with it later."

"I watched you tune in." said Rog. "You're good at that, a natural."

"A natural what?" I asked.

"Empath." said Rog. "You tuned right in to Abby and followed the energy. It must be your experience with Tagger."

"Yes I've been learning a lot with him." daring to relax a bit, hoping that perhaps I could talk openly with Rog about what was going on.

"I watched the tapes." said Rog. "Fucking amazing!"

"Tapes?"

"Yes, you and Tagger. It was so fucking horny. Watching him shag you like that. He's a big lad and your arse must have really taken a pounding. Oh come on Andy, don't be shy with me mate. We're working together. We've got to be open about stuff. You see, we've never let any of the lads do any fucking before. You were the first. The first to take it from one of them. And I don't need to ask you if you enjoyed it. It was obvious."

"I don't know what to say..." I stuttered, shocked that my sessions with Tagger had not only been recorded but broadcast around the facility.

"Listen," Rog went on putting a big arm round my shoulder, "I was in the navy for 15 years. I joined when I was 17. I must have sucked more dicks and taken more loads up my arse than I can count. Nothing like it. Nothing like a mate's dick up you, shagging all the tension out of you after a long hard day. That's what mates are for. And I've done my fair share of shagging as well. Not that many can take me see 'cos I'm a bit on the large side. So there's no need to be shy here. All right?"

The sexvibe was thick between us as I glanced at the tent in Rog's loose cotton trousers.

"Wanna get a bit of relief with me?" he said, lowering his voice. "Looks like you need it as much as I do."

And without waiting for my reply, he raised his arse and lowered his trousers. His thick heavy dick was straining against his boxers.

I put my hand in and felt the weight of his balls, the length and girth of him, the heat and hardness of his manhood beneath the thin cotton. Then releasing it from his shorts to let it stand up at an angle to his hairy belly.

"Let's use some of that cream on each other."

"You're not going to..."

"Fuck you? No. Not unless you want me to. No, a quick wank will do for the moment I think. Come here. Let's see what you got."

And I explored Rog's crotch as he explored mine.

"Nice dick mate." he said. "Now play with mine. You might need two hands. A bit more cream, get it all slippery. Nice. Nice. Oh yeah, keep doing that." Rog obviously liked giving orders.

And I felt his big hot hand squeezing my balls and playing with my aching hard-on. The energy was building. He cheekily slipped a finger between my legs and teased my hole, seeing if I would object. I didn't object. He grinned. Then:

"I'm going to shoot." he says.

"Let's come together." I replied.

And we did. Two loads of come splashed and mixed on the tiled floor.

"Man I needed that." said Rog.

"Me too." I replied.

A moment's pause.

"Let's clear up this mess." he said.

And I got a rag and cleaned the cum off the floor.

"How about next time we do it in the shower... I love a nice soapy wank." he said.

"I think you know what would happen." I replied.

"Only if you want it to mate. Reckon you could take me? You've got a nice arse and I'd love to give you one."

"I'm not sure." I replied.

"Well after a few days of being shagged non-stop by Tagger, you should be ready for me." he said with a wink.

After a few hours of medical tests and more form filling out I got to meet the professor and asked him when I would get to see Tagger.

"They'll bring him to your room later. He's being kept separate from the other lads at the moment. Now that he's become a top, we don't want him disturbing the training of the others."

"You mean he might start shagging them."

"That's right. And then they'd start shagging each other. And then where would we be?"

"So they're all supposed to be sexually passive."

"Exactly. As you saw this morning they're learning the art of anal passivity, taking dildos of different sizes."

"Then later on they get fucked by the trainers?"

"We have to overcome the issue of bonding first. If they bond to the owner of the first dick to fuck them we've got a problem."

"So that suggests that you want them to be happy to take many dicks."

The professor nodded.

"So when will they graduate from dildos to the real thing?"

"Soon. A week or so probably. Rog tells me that the lads are progressing well."

"Do the trainers know what's in store?"

"You mean that they're going to be shagging the lads? Yes they do. That's why they're all men over thirty. Younger men wouldn't have the patience or the self-control. You have to remember Andy that what you saw this morning has been going on for about a month, twice a day. Getting the lads used to being in the slings. Associating the slings with being masturbated, then associating orgasm with anal stimulation then penetration, and then building to bigger and bigger dildos so that when... so that they will be able to take a full-on fuck with ease and enjoyment.

"And as you know very well, the lads are very highly sexed and the trainers have to be able to handle this initial period of relative abstinence on their parts. They're all tops of course so they're finding that this time without penetrative sex to be particularly irksome. They have nightly circle jerks just to keep things under control a bit. You'd be welcome to join them but I guess Tagger will be keeping you occupied.

"You'll have him to yourself this evening and then tomorrow we'll discuss his training schedule."

The day had so many new experiences but I was looking forward to being with Tagger. I could feel him in my mind, calling to me. And I would reply to my image of him. Telling him in my thoughts that we would be together soon.

Tagger was a bit subdued when he came to my room. Rog and one of the other trainers brought him in.

"There's a button on the wall if you need assistance." said Rog. "Or if you've had enough."

"Thanks Rog. I appreciate that." I said, ignoring his sarcasm.

"No problem mate. Have a nice evening."

"I will Rog, I will."

I put my hand out and Tagger came over to me and sniffed at me and licked me. His customary greeting. Then he took my hand and put it to his crotch. He was already hard. Of course he hadn't had the milking sessions today with the other lads. He looked at me sadly, almost desperately. Like the last time I'd seen him when he was taken away from me. And the pain of that was still a memory for him. I looked into his eyes. Hazel grey, unfathomable eyes. Stroked his cheek. His face broke into a sad smile and he licked my cheek in return. The energy was starting to flow between us and I felt his need. My arsehole twitched as I felt his desire kick in. He needed to get off. I ran my hands over his chest and belly. He didn't respond. He just stood there. Then I got his white cotton shorts down and his erection flipped up, pulsing, solid, insistent. I knelt and took him in my mouth. His breath came in gasps as I worked my tongue and mouth up and down his dick. Teasing the top, taking as much in as I could. With my other hand working between the muscles of his arse, finding his hole, easing a finger into him. He started to push into me grunting. I let him and soon my mouth was full of his semen, sweet, salty and thick.

That was all new for him of course. He'd never had a mouth on his dick before. He'd been having the milking sessions, and he'd had those times fucking me but this was new for him.

I stood up and he was grinning. He put his arms around me and there was the flow again, the old feeling was back, his adoration of me. God I couldn't let him down again.

Now he was on his knees in front of me licking my crotch. He wasn't sure what to do but his tongue on my balls and aching dick sure felt good. I stroked his hair. But then I felt a finger between my legs, searching out my opening. We both knew what he wanted. That dick of his needed to be inside me and I needed his dick. There was some lube by the bed and I got some on my fingers and smothered his dick in it. God it was hard again so quickly.

I lay on my back and raised my legs for him. He slid his cock about between my legs, teasing the hole till the tip engaged and he started his plunge into my bowels. Slowly his dick drove into me without pause, I wriggled on it but he held my hips still and kept driving straight home. "Home!" That was the thought I had from him. His dick is home in me. Down to the pubes. His balls squashed against me. Trying to grind even deeper into me. I'm pushing back against him.

Then the fucking began. Pulling all the way out and shoving it home. Pulling out and shoving home. Over and over without variation. Each time rubbing over my prostate. His hands on my hips, holding me. His powerful muscles driving the full length of his dick into me. The incredible thickness of it. Till I'm shaking and almost screaming with the pleasure of it. Then feeling him speed up. The thrusts shorter quicker, more urgent. His grunting and panting. Then he stands stock still as I feel him pulse his load into me.

But he doesn't get soft and pull out. Minutes later his dick is solid again and he's started again, humming mindlessly to himself as he fucks me. It's almost mechanical. He's become like a machine pumping himself into me. But he must have heard that thought and my fear and he strokes my chest and grins at me. It's like I can hear his thoughts in my head. "It's OK. I'm Tagger, it's Tagger fucking you. Tagger loves fucking. Tagger loves fucking Andy. Tagger loves Andy. Tagger fucks Andy all night." And I relax again and he drives himself on into me. Over and over.

Then he pulls out, turns me round and bends me over. Doggie style. Holding me from behind. Again he enters me in one push. His sweaty muscular chest pressed against my back. The strength of his arms around me. The speed is different now. He's grinding into me, slamming into me and I'm the one yelping and howling as his dick does exquisite things to my insides.

Then I feel him coming again. His dick pulsing deep within me as he holds himself still.

I need a break. And hearing my thoughts Tagger pulls out, turns me round and hugs me to him. I'm like a child in his arms, whimpering. He puts a big hand to where his dick has just been and fingers me. My hole stretched from his fucking and sloppy with his juices. I love him so much and hearing my thoughts I get a wave of pure adoration from him. So gently. So passionately he holds me.

We lie together on my bed. God he's come three times and he hasn't even gone soft. I realise I haven't come at all.

"Tagger. You're fantastic." I say to him. I don't know if he understands my words but he gets the feeling and he grins and licks my face. I get my mouth on his mouth and yes, we're kissing. Wet sloppy kisses and I feel down and start playing with his dick and balls again. He's got a finger up my arse. He wants to fuck me again and I want it again.

This time he lies on his back, he's holding his dick straight up and I manoeuvre myself into position over him, facing him, my arsehole poised over his erection. And I lower myself till I've got him up me, till I'm sitting on his crotch, till I can feel his bollocks pressed against me. He smiles at me and runs his hands down my arms. Then suddenly he bucks and rams himself hard into me. I almost fall off. He's laughing. He wants to play. I squeeze his nipples (I've never done that before) and he moans and I feel his dick twitch inside me. What a delicious feeling! I do it again. Then I raise myself up and sit down again, fucking myself on his dick. Then he's pushing up to meet me. We're both giggling like children. I start squeezing his dick with my arse muscles and he moans with pleasure. I pinch his nipples to make him twitch inside me. Then he gives another thrust and I'm almost knocked off him again. He laughs. This is just so playful and delicious. Then I decide to go for my orgasm. I wank myself all over his hairy chest and I feel him shoot his load inside me. I'm tingling all over, it's like static electricity dancing on my skin and he pulls me down to his embrace as his dick slips out of me.

Sunlight is coming through the window and I wake to feel Tagger breathing against me. I cuddle against his strength, his warmth. It's like there's nothing to separate us. He has no hang-ups whatsoever. It's just about pure animal enjoyment. He's here with me in my room in the facility and we're having glorious joyous sex. There are no words between us, only thoughts and emotions. It's more than empathy. I can hear him in my head and I'm pretty sure he can hear me. What I feel from him is care, lust and adoration. It would hurt him terribly to know he had hurt me. And for my part to know that I had hurt him would crack me up. The memory of him being injected and dragged away from me is still raw in me.

But there's the world out there. There's the facility, there's the professor, there's Rog and the other trainers. And Tagger is a genetically modified prototype, a scientific experiment. And I've fallen in love with him. I'm crazy.

Tagger's eyes opened. He must have been aware of the stress in me. He looked at me, through me. "Andy, don't worry. It's morning. It's another day." And he licks my face and I smile and he holds me and pushes his body against me. He's hard down there and my arse is still full of his come from last night. He reaches a hand down and feels the moistness. Then slides into me. I can take him with no pain and soon he's into a vigorous fuck. I just yield totally and hold on and he's driving us higher to the edge of a precipice and I come without touching myself and feel him shoot, adding more of his juice to what is already inside me.

Lunchtime I get to meet the other trainers in the canteen. They were all curious as to how I was getting on.

There was Phil, a former security guard, he was the most outgoing. Tall, good-looking, nice solid build on him. He introduced me to the others.

"This is Dmitri. He's over from our Moscow subsidiary." and I shook hands with the stocky Russian and admired the a froth of hair coming over the top of his shirt. Dmitri's hand held mine a bit longer than necessary and there was a wicked glint in his eye.

Then in turn Phil introduced me to the others, Alan, John and Dave.

"Jim's in with Rog at the moment 'cos of what happened yesterday in the slings."

"What? When he hurt one of the lads?" I guessed.

"That's right," said Phil "Rog has probably got him in the sling. Showing him how it should be done."

"Got him up to a size 6 probably." said Alan.

"Giving his prostate a good working over." John added.

And they all laughed.

"So how do you get on with Rog?" Phil asked me.

"Fine. I think. He's very professional and very friendly. I replied.

"Hard but fair." Alan added.

"But he takes ages to come." John added.

"I think Jim's finding that out now." said Alan.

They laugh.

"And he's always fucking horny." said Phil.

"Who wouldn't be in a place like this." said Dave, speaking for the first time.

"Yeh. Right." said Alan

"It's 'cos the lads are totally uninhibited. It just gets to you. They're all so cute and sexy. And we're not allowed to do anything to them except in the slings when we're training them." Dave went on.

"But you know what would happen if you did do anything." said Phil.

"I'd lose my job." said Dave.

"Probably." said Phil "but you'd bond with them and that would be it. You've seen the videos of Tagger with Andy..."

"Fucking hot man!" came a chorus of voices from the other trainers.

"I shot my load just watching." added John.

I blushed.

"It's alright mate." said Phil. "You weren't to know. We're just pleased you're a nice bloke and we know you'll look after Tagger and you won't hurt him or anything."

"Yeh. Tagger's totally gone on you now mate." said John.

"That's why I'm here." I responded. "But I still don't know what I'm going to be doing."

"Looking after Tagger." said Phil.

Tagger's love and total devotion was as amazing as the sex was hot. I've never known anything like it. And I don't mean getting gloriously fucked three or four times a night. The empathic bond was growing. More than anything we wanted to give each other pleasure. He never overstepped the mark. He knew exactly how much I could take. And the more he gave, the more I wanted him and the more I wanted him, the more he gave.

But although he was a natural born fucker, he needed to take a fuck from me from time to time. A couple of times a week he'd sit on my cock with an ecstatic grin on his face and he'd ride me to heaven.

"Has there been much study into empathy?" I asked Dan one afternoon.

"Well a lot of psychologists refuse to believe it exists. They think of it as something bordering on the paranormal like telepathy and that would be a complete no-no in academic circles."

"You'd lose your grant immediately."

"Yep. In an eye blink. But there's been work in Italy on empathic neurons in the body that seem to suggest firstly that there is a physiological basis for empathy and secondly that it can be developed."

"That's really interesting Dan. 'Cos I've noticed that while I've been with Tagger."

"OK. So having regular sexual contact with Tagger has increased your ability to empathise." And he's scribbling something on a pad on his desk.

"Well you know they say 'All the world loves a lover.'" I go on, "And that's 'cos a lover is in a close empathetic bond so they're communicating that empathy and love with everyone they meet. You see?"

"Makes sense from an anecdotal point of view. But how would we test it experimentally?"

"That's not my problem Dan."

"I know. I know. But you gotta understand, we scientists have a reputation to keep up."

"I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday." Dan says to me. "So how come the trainers don't form the same empathetic bond with the lads as you have with Tagger?

"Well they don't have direct penetration do they. They use dildos..."

"Maybe it would be different if they were fucking them for real." Dan interrupts and finishes my comment for me.

"Or if they were being fucked..."

"Well, that would open a can of worms." Dan comments. "We deliberately recruited them because they're tops."

Extract from Project Report by Professor Daniel Davies

"There are another couple of weeks to go in the program before the lads are ready to be fucked for real. The process of using the dildos has gone well and so far none of the trainers has bonded with any of the lads as Andy has with Tagger. There has been some resistance from a couple of the lads. Hakan takes longer to open and has often needed butyl nitrate. It's the same with Brent. Whereas Abby has taken to it like a duck to water. Note effect of different personality types. But what is amazing that in the training sessions the lads always ejaculate at the same time. It's like when one comes it immediately sets the others off. Could this be another empathic phenomenon?

Andy's relationship with Tagger seems to be developing as well. Tagger now accepts the routine that the days are for medical tests and workouts whereas the nights are for Andy. To all intents and purposes they are lovers. I feel sick to my gut when I remember that sooner or later I will have to tell Andy the truth about the project."

Tagger had to be away for a couple of days for a battery of tests. They had to anaesthetise him for the journey to the testing facility and my heart was doing flip flops. I knew they would take care of him but I knew also how much he would miss me. And how much I would miss him even for a couple of days. To sleep alone seemed unimaginable. The empathic bond we have built up is so strong. And to top it all how would I manage without our regular sex. Still it would only be two days.

Then I was told there was a problem with one of the machines in the testing facility and they were waiting for a part to arrive. It would take another four days, maybe a week.

I could hear Tagger in my mind, searching for me and I sent him that it would be soon. I was aware of his sexual fantasies about me what he wanted to do to me. I could almost feel his hands, his mouth on me. His body pressed against me.

There wasn't a lot for me to do while Tagger was away so I was hanging out with the other trainers. Rog was very sympathetic. I helped out at the training sessions. The electricity in the room as the trainers used the dildos on the lads. I worked with different lads. Abby always grinned and bounced up and down when he saw me. Hakan just looked at me and played with the bulge in his shorts. So did Brent. The message was obvious. I had the fantasy of Hakan and Brent cornering me and raping me. Taking turns. One holding me while the other fucks me. Getting spit-roasted. Maybe taking both their cocks at the same time. No, an empath can't rape. It's just not in their nature. And as Dan said, all the lads are empaths.

After the session the trainers all trouped off to the showers to wash down and relieve themselves. From the bulges and tents in their trackies it was obvious. It was impossible to be with a group of six lads, to fuck them with dildos without being massively turned on. Rog had warned me that the shower sessions afterwards were usually circle jerks. He'd warned me that all the trainers were tops by nature and for the last few weeks the only release they'd had had been masturbation either alone or in the showers with their mates. They were training the lads to be passive sexual partners and they were looking forward to the part of the programme when they could bury their dicks for real in the lads' willing arses.

"That Zoran, he really gets into it now." said Jim "I can tell he really wants the real thing."

"Same for Kiko," John added. "He's on the sling whimpering just waiting for me to stick it to him. How much longer before we can go all the way? I'm ready to bust my nuts in a hot ass."

"You and me both." said Dmitri.

"I can see that from the size of your kolbasa" added Alan. "You joining us in the showers Andy?"

Rog had warned me. All the trainers had seen me on the video being fucked by Tagger. There was no way I could deny I hadn't enjoyed it. And here I was going for a shower with six horny tops.

"Yes." I replied.

"You know what will probably happen don't you?" Dmitri said as he stripped off.

"Yes I know." I replied.

"And you're up for it?" asked Dave.

"He's up for it all right." Jim answered for me. "Ain't you Andy. We'll look after you while your little mate's away."

I could have said no. Of course I could have said no but I didn't. I needed them as much as they needed me, maybe more as I'd had my regular supply cut off and there were six men with hard cocks, hard for me, needing me, needing to get off. A dozen hands soaping me up, playing with my tits, slithering over my chest, back and legs, stroking my dick, squeezing my balls, a hungry mouth kissing me, then another. Determined fingers at my arse, one finger, two fingers, three and then a cock sliding into me. I think it was Dave's while Dmitri and Jim sucked on my nipples and Phil dangled his thick black cock invitingly in front of my lips. What would you have done? I sucked it of course.

To say the energy was electric would be an understatement. There was just an edge of fear that these big men could do whatever they liked with me. Dave came quite quickly up me and he was soon replaced by Dmitri. I recognised the thick hair on his chunky body rubbing against my back as he rammed his beer can of a cock up my willing arse. Stroking my sides, kissing the back of my neck whispering in Russian to me till he gave one godalmighty shove with his hips and cursed something incomprehensible as he unloaded his balljuice deep in my guts.

It was then Phil's turn. He was a real virtuoso, fucking me, dancing me on the end of his cock "Nice arse!" he complimented me.

John's fuck was mechanical by comparison, slowly out then stabbing back in, slowly out then stabbing back in, over and over, the come of his mates squelching inside my arse, dripping down his heavy hairy balls. He was in a trance making no effort to speed up, each stab hitting my prostate turning me into a gibbering wreck. "C'mon John" there's a queue here. Jim's voice. "I'm gonna fuck an arse soon so if you don't get off him my cock is going up your hole." John just kept on fucking. "OK mate you're for it now." And Jim shoves his curved scimitar of a cock into John's hairy arse. John doesn't miss a beat. "Oh yeah man." says John. "Nice." As there's a cheer from the others.

I had taken each of their cocks inside me. Some of them twice. Phil three times. And I was full of their come. My body dripping with my sweat, their sweat. All I could taste in my mouth was come no matter how much I drank. And I had come myself three times at least. The last time when Alan and Jim double dicked me. My poor arse would take days to recover. Did I enjoy it? Oh God yes! Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Afterwards they all kissed me. Hugged me. Told me what a great bloke I was. Even John, cold impassive John who fucked like a machine, punch-fucking his dick into my arse till his orgasm burst from him, whispers that if I wasn't spoken for he'd love to look after me. He'd be my mate and he'd even let me fuck him if I wanted.

And even though I had come three times and my body was aching from head to toe and my brain was spinning with all I had seen, felt, tasted and done, my thoughts were still of Tagger. I replayed our fucking in my imagination. The first time how he tried to rip my clothes from me. Our nights when his cock never seemed to get soft ... And I was hard again. Tagger's voice in my mind "Tagger loves Andy. Tagger misses Andy. Tagger wants to fuck Andy."

I reached out to him with my mind, holding him in a vision. His adoration flooding over me like a gentle wave.

That evening Dmitri knocked on my door. Stocky hairy Dmitri with the beer-can cock. "You OK my friend? That was quite a pounding you took last night."

"I'm fine. Really I'm fine."

"That's good. You really looked after us all. We were all a bit concerned..."

"No really Dmitri, I'm fine."

"Excellent, so you'd be up for more?"

I took his hand and stroked his thick fingers.

"We'll see..." I said with a smile.

The next day there was a different atmosphere in the training room. The lads felt it instantly. They knew something had changed. That the trainers were more relaxed. They were cooing to the lads like lovers. "C'mon Zoran, open up for me lad. You like that don't you. You like me playing with your bollocks like that don't you. That's a lovely stiffy you've got there. Now we're going to work a nice fat dildo up you nice and slow. Easy, easy. It'll soon be my dick lad, just a few more weeks and it'll be my cock sliding up you. You'll like that won't you. You'll love my dick up you making you feel good. Oh yes, come for me lad, shoot that load for me."

The air is almost crackling with sexual energy as all around the room the groans and shouts of orgasm as the five lads shoot their spunk at the same time. As Rog says, it would take a eunuch not to be turned on by that.

Then after the training, Rog calls me into his office.

"You OK Andy? I heard you took quite a hammering yesterday."

"I'm fine!" I replied.

"You don't want to see the medic or anything?"

"Nope."

"No discomfort?"

"Just a bit sore that's all."

"I've got some cream that'll help. Do you want me to put some on you?"

"If it'll help."

And I undo my jogging bottoms and Rog pulls them down to my ankles. His shorts are tented dangerously.

"Why don't you get your shorts off..." I suggest to him.

"You're sure? You know what will happen."

And I nod and Rog is standing there with a big sexy grin on his handsome face, stroking his fat dick.

He gets some cream and slowly massages it round my hole. The cream stings a bit then it starts to feel warm.

"Still quite puffy," he comments. "How's the cream feel?"

"Nice,"

"It'll take the soreness out."

"Can you put some more on..."

And he gets a finger full of cream and slides it into me.

"Good?" he asks in a whisper as he massages the cream all around inside.

"Yes, deeper..."

"I wanna fuck you Andy. You got me so horned up. You up for it?"

"Do it."

"Lovely arse," he mutters and presses his knob against my hole. Then pushes and pushes, the top pops in, then how easily he slides into me and soon I feels Rog's pubes against my arse as his cock is buried inside me down to his balls.

"So hot and tight..." he goes on as he drives himself into me.

I feel that Rog just wants me to be completely passive and to use me for his pleasure, so I let him do it. I don't push back or anything. I just relax and feel each thrust into me, those powerful thigh muscles driving the length and thickness of his cock over and over. His control is amazing, taking himself to the edge and then slowing down like he's allowing the load to build. Then playing with my cock and kissing the back of my neck. Then after I don't know how long, he comes, almost sending me flying with a shove and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he floods my bowels with his semen.

He pulls out but his cock is still dribbling down the backs of my thighs.

"Shit man!" he says. "You take cock like a champion. I can see why you're so popular..."

"You too Rog," I say to him. "You're the master."

"Any time Andy. Any time. But I think you're gonna be kept busy, what with Tagger and the trainers."

"How is Tagger?" I ask.

"I'll find out for you," he said. Why did I feel he was hiding something?

It was then I realised what their plan was. To break the empathetic bond between me and Tagger. In the last two days I've taken fucks from all the trainers and from Rog. Good friendly sex. Great sex, but there was no love in it.

My own empathy has increased. I knew that Rog wanted me completely passive when he was fucking me. My empathy told me that. I'd learnt empathy from Tagger and now I was open to it with others. It's not something you can switch on and off so easily. Like you can't switch love on and off.

So, did I love Tagger? Yes! Did he love me? Yes!! I'd felt it. I feel it now. All I have to do is to bring up an image of him in my mind, his face, his smell, his touch and I feel a flood of warmth, and his words inside my mind: "Tagger loves Andy. Tagger misses Andy. Tagger wants to make love with Andy."

'Make love' is it now? Before it was 'fuck'. The meeting of flesh and flesh. Like dogs fucking. But of course, Tagger has picked that up from me. My need for love, something I keep buried as we all do as we live our lonely lives. Distracting myself with my work, with sex, with the gadgets I buy, with my so-called friends. A need that only an empath would feel within me.

And something that can never be broken.

And it was obvious now that they wanted to break the link between me and Tagger. The lads were commodities after all. Bred to be sold or rented. Bred as sex-pets to be used by whoever could afford them. And if they fell in love with every person they had sex with, that could be a problem.

I asked Dan when Tagger would be back.

"Just a few more days," he prevaricated.

There was tension in the training sessions as well. The lads were ready. They could take the dildos easily now, even Hakan was grinning as his trainer slid a number 7 into him. But Dan wouldn't let the trainers fuck them for real.

There was a meeting.

"Is it because of the empathy?" John asked. John was probably the least empathic of all the trainers. At least from the way he fucked - concerned only with his own pleasure. Not that I was bothered too much. He had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. And while I was getting gangfucked by six horny trainers, empathy was the last thing on my mind. In fact I don't think I had a mind after the third or fourth dick had shot its load into me.

I expected Dan to try to cover things up. But he didn't.

"Yes," he said. "That's the issue. We can't let you fuck the lads for real until we've sorted out the empathic bond, made it less intense for them, less compulsive."

"So we carry on using the dildos to get them off..." Dmitri asked.

"That's right," Dan said. "And you'll just have to look after each other for the time being."

And they looked at me. And I nodded and smiled. It looked like I was going to be kept busy.

Tagger was back after a couple of days. Tagger was back! Into my arms, into my bed and straight up my arse.

Nothing had changed. The passion and the tenderness was still there. It was so good to have him with me again. The fucking was magnificent. It left me energised, renewed. As we lay in bed together after a night when neither of us had got much sleep, I explored his mind. It was calmer. And not because of any tranquillisers, I could tell as much. And when Dan came to take him away in the morning. There was no panic, no resistance. Tagger smiled at me and went with them like a lamb. Whatever they had done had worked.

I spoke with Dan about it.

"You see, the problem isn't the empathic connection, it's the knowing that you will return. Some children are like that. They cling on to mother because they believe that if she goes, she will never come back."

"And that was what you changed..." I queried.

"That's right." he replied. "You can handle that. You know that if you are separated from him, that you will see him again. He had to be taught that."

I watched the training session the next day. The lads, grinning and grunting as they worked out on the equipment, building their bodies to muscular perfection. Abby notices me and flashes me a smile and so does Hakan who looks at me with an evil grin, rubbing himself through his shorts. The smell of sweat and testosterone.

The bell goes and the lads' shorts are off and they're clambering into the slings, thighs open, arseholes exposed as the trainers lube them up, working first fingers, then dildos into them, gently stroking and massaging the lads' balls and stiff cocks. The sounds of moaning and panting.

Then on a nod from Rog, the trainers drop their shorts and 6 hairy pulsing cocks spring out: Dmitri's beer can, Al's slim cock with its mushroom head, Phil's black anaconda, Dave's uncut sausage, Jim's curved scimitar, John's brutal fuckstick. They lube themselves and 6 cocks are teased against 6 virgin holes that flutter open as they have been trained to. "Slowly ..." admonishes Rog.

The sound of moaning as the cocks press into them:

"Oh god, so fucking hot."

"So tight..."

"Oh god, yes..."

"Take me Zoran, take my cock,"

"Lovely tight arse, so good round my cock,

And the sounds of male on male rutting fill the room.

Rog and I have both got our cocks out, stroking our straining cocks, squeezing our aching balls, watching the incredible show. The room crackling with sexual energy. Then we watch in amazement as blue flashes arc across the equipment racks. A fluorescent tube flickers and blows. What's going on? I look at the trainers' faces as they fuck. They're in a trance, ramming in unison as they pound away at the lads impaled beneath them.

Then: "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..." and the room almost explodes with the energy of release as a dozen cocks ejaculate, lads and trainers in one mighty collective orgasm, shot after shot. An alarm goes off shrieking and wailing. Sweat, testosterone and semen.

The trainers withdraw their dripping cocks.

Rog and I have come as well of course. Nothing could have resisted that.

There's a hammering on the door. The security guards burst in with their guns drawn.

"What the fuck's going on?" Rog asks.

"The alarms are going off all over the building. Our systems are all pointing to a break-in or something in this zone."

Rog looks at them and laughs. "Bloody hell! Really? We did that?"

Eric, the head of security looks at him.

"You sure you're OK? There's no fire or nothing? No intruders?" he asks.

"Nope," says Rog. "See for yourselves." And Eric surveys the room with the trainers wiping their cocks; the lads, still in the slings; the smell of sweat and sex.

"We might have got a bit carried away that's all ..." Rog adds.

"So it seems," Eric comments wryly.

I hear mutterings from the other guards as they put their guns away. I notice their uniforms are tented out at the front.

"Sorry about that then. There'll have to be a report though," says Eric and they leave.

"Of course," Rog says.

There's a burst of laughter from the trainers.

"We set the fucking alarms off!!"

"Alright everyone. Calm down. Andy, you get the lads into their shower. The rest of you shower as well. Let's get this place tidied up. Oh, and watch out for broken glass. I think we might have blown some light bulbs as well."

That night with Tagger. Touching each other, stroking each other's bodies. Kissing. He looks at me with such adoration, telling me with his eyes what he could not say in words. But there's a difference tonight. I hear his thoughts more clearly than before.

"It's started Andy."

"What's started Tagger?"

"It's all good Andy. You know how much I love you?"

"Yes. Of course."

"You know I would never hurt you... None of us. None of us would ever hurt you."

"Yes, I know. You're empaths. All of you. You feel our feelings. You know our thoughts." "Yes, you know, we're empaths. All of us. We feel your feelings. We know your thoughts."

"After what happened today?"

"Yes, after what happened today. All of us now. And all the trainers."

"That's what the explosion was?"

"Yes, great wasn't it!" and a ray of joy shone into me.

"And there's no going back now..." "And there's no going back now."

The next morning John came to me.

"I felt you last night." he said nervously.

"Felt what John?"

"You and Tagger. Last night when you made love. It was like I was part of the circuit. The feelings between you..."

"You did?"

"Sorry. I know it's all private and that. But I couldn't believe it."

"Don't worry John. I'm not bothered. Was that the first time?"

"Yes. The first time. I think it must have been what happened in the session yesterday."

"It was pretty wild wasn't it."

"Yes it was. But it was more than that. When I fucked Zoran. I've never... it was... Sorry I don't have words. But it was like I was plugged in to a circuit with all the others. It was like we were all one, all in the same rhythm."

"I noticed that." I interrupted him.

"Yeh, right, and when we came it was ... I dunno, like a dam breaking or something."

"Did you hear the alarm go off?"

"I was too far gone. To connect with all those minds, those physical sensations. It was like I was fucking all the lads in the room, and I was being fucked by all the trainers, all my mates. It was totally amazing. Thank you Andy."

"Why thank me?" I asked him.

"If it hadn't been for you and Tagger..."

And he pulls me into a hug and I feel his tears on my shoulder. And I hear Tagger's words again: "It's started Andy."

I think the main thing I've learned from Tagger is how simple love is. You don't have to hang fancy words on it or poetry. In fact you can only say what it isn't. There are no games with it. There's no wanting to control or own anyone. But you can't say what it is, except that it's simple. That's all.

Maybe that's what John was trying to say. And when you've experienced something like that (no there's never been anything like that) it changes you. Forever.

I wanted to talk to Tagger about it and immediately there he is in my mind. I feel his touch, his smell, hear his gentle purring.

"We are one being, Andy. Hakan, Zoran, Gad, Abby, Kiko, Brent and me. When you are with one of us, you are with all of us. You call us empaths but it's more than that. We've changed as well after yesterday. We are closer to each other and to all of you, to you and the other trainers. It's started Andy."

The next week was taken with writing the report. Professor Davies was in charge of it. Rog was collecting statements from everyone who'd been there that afternoon. Describing what we'd seen and heard.

The electricians checked out the equipment and the wiring in the training room and pronounced it safe. According to them, the lights had blown due to a sudden increase in ambient voltage. Freak atmospheric conditions they called it. Oh yeah?

John was the only trainer who experienced the fusion of minds. He tried to explain it to Rog who patiently took down his ramblings.

Rog then asked him if he wanted a break for a few days.

"No, Rog, it's alright. I'm fine. I wanna see this through."

Surprisingly none of the trainers had been aware of the electrical disturbance in the room, the exploding tubes, the electrical arcing. They'd been too busy fucking their brains out and having mind-blowing orgasms and that was that.

I asked Dan Davies about the possible influence of orgasm energy on electrical circuits.

"Ha! That's a hot potato alright! You're asking me to link the work of Wilhelm Reich and Nikola Tesla. That's way, way outside my field. And way, way outside what science finds acceptable."

"Reich died in prison didn't he?"

"Yes, they locked him up 'cos he was claiming he could cure cancer using orgasm energy, he called it 'orgone energy'. If he'd been right, he would have put all the oncologists out of business. So they accused him of practising medicine without a license, and making fraudulent claims which would endanger the lives of patients. Total fruitcake but he didn't deserve to die like that."

"And Tesla?"

"One of the greatest minds of the twentieth century. Greater than Einstein in my opinion. Invented the induction motor, wireless communication, alternating current ..."

"Is there a connection between the two?" I asked.

"You're getting into science fiction there Andy," he replied.

"But how do you explain the co-incidence of the simultaneous orgasms and the electrical phenomena? Just co-incidence?"

"I don't know Andy. Really I don't."

"And what about what John experienced? Do you discount that as well?"

"Andy, I think we've all experienced weird things at the moment of orgasm. But it's not my field. I can't comment officially."

"How about unofficially?" I asked him

"There are so many things we don't understand, Andy. Things we experience that seem real to us that we just can't explain. 'Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen.' "

"Sorry?"

"Wittgenstein, philosopher of the last century: 'Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.' "

"Sure Dan, I understand. You don't want to lose your scientific credibility by going into things like orgasms and telepathy. The research grants might dry up."

Dan paused and looked at me.

"Sadly that's true Andy."

"But from a legal point of view Dan. What happens if sex with the lads causes power outages? Or gives people mystical experiences? Is there liability there?"

Dan laughed. "The electrical power issues we can deal with. Nothing that a Faraday cage can't handle. And I don't think that anyone, not even a top lawyer could see a mystical experience as in any way injurious to an individual. I mean people spend thousands to travel to India or Japan or wherever to meditate at the feet of a guru to get an experience like that."

"So it could be an added benefit!"

"Could be," he said with a wink. "That's up to the marketing department to decide."

Later Dan showed me the video of the session. I'd also seen other videos made in the facility but I'd never seen anything like this. As soon as the trainers' cocks started their journey of penetration, a cloud of blue energy appeared, obscuring the action. Dan said Reich would have called it a static orgone field. It was amazing that the digital camera picked it up but it was almost too much for it. The image kept pixellating and it got worse as the fucking went on. You could see the muscles of the trainers' arses moving in unison as if it was choreographed, synchronised fucking. But soon all that could be seen was a pulsing blue cloud accompanied by shouts and groans as the lads' arses were fucked deeper and deeper and their cherries taken. Then the moment of orgasm, the collective orgasm that none of us who were there will ever ever forget - the pixellated image cleared for a moment to show flashes of blue lightning arcing across the equipment and an ecstatic wailing noise that merged with the sound of the facility alarm going off.

We watched the video a few times, it wasn't that long, maybe only twenty minutes but although there's wasn't much to see, there was an energy that never failed to give me an intense erection. Maybe it was because I'd been there and the video helped me relive it. So I asked Dan if he'd shown it to anyone who hadn't been there and he mentioned that he'd shown it to a couple of the security guards who'd been off-duty that day and they had reported the same reaction.

It was like we were watching an abstract expressionist porn movie. Amazing!!

The next day things seemed to have gone back to normal. There'd been no noticeable empathic bonding between any of the lads and the trainers. Not like there had been between me and Tagger. The lads were happy to be shepherded around like a pack of horny dogs.

So it was decided to keep things low-key. No collective fuckings. Just the trainers wanking the lads off, with or without dildos. As I said, no more fucking. At least not in the training room.

But it was all happening in the dormitories. The dorm supervisors mentioned it. Seems that Hakan and Brent, two of the stockiest and strongest lads had cornered little Kiko and had taken turns up his arse.

"How's Kiko?" I asked John.

"Happy as a pig in muck!" John replied. "They're empaths and that means they can't hurt each other can they, 'cos they feel what the other is feeling."

Hakan was biggest and most muscular of the lads. You couldn't really imagine him as anything other than a top. If he were human, you would peg him as a wrestler: broad shoulders, massive arms and thighs. And since the afternoon of the blue lightning as we were calling it, I felt he was after me. He'd sussed me as someone who liked to be fucked and he was spot on in that regard. His colouring was dark, some middle eastern genes mixed up there. I felt utterly naked and exposed in his gaze as he rubbed his cock through his shorts and licked his lips.

And I have to admit that I wanted him too. So when his usual trainer, Dave was off sick one day and I was put to replace him what was going to happen happened. The routine was to work with the lads on different machines and every time I tried to get Hakan to move to the next machine, he would find a way to get behind me and rub his hardon against me. He was certainly persistent. Eventually he made the Makaton sign for toilet and he pulled me into the shower room and we were alone, the others were busy on the machines and Hakan wasn't going to take no for an answer, pulling my shorts down, feeling my arse.

His cock was bigger than Tagger's, curved with a bulbous head and almost as thick as Dmitri's. His bollocks were drawn up, and he lost no time getting behind me and working his cock into me. "Hakan's gonna fuck you Andy," I heard. "Gonna spunk in your arse." Shit! He's going to fuck me dry! But after all the cock I've taken recently I just relax and he slides into me with a satisfied grunt. He soon he settles into a nice rhythm and I feel myself open to him more and more, getting into what his cock is doing inside me. Stirring my guts, making me feel good. He's grunting like an animal and almost crushing me in his muscular arms as he drives himself into me. Whoever gets Hakan as a pet had better enjoy taking cock. Imagine this four or five a day. Geez! Tagger was my lover, we were bonded, but Hakkan was a full-on sex beast, out of his brain on testosterone, who only knew to fuck.

But his empathy was there as well. He knew I liked my cock and balls played with as I was fucked and that is what he did. He knew I like to be held round the waist. I knew he wanted me to push back and wriggle against him. And we did, driving each other to wilder heights till with a shattering of lightbulbs and a vicious plunge in my guts as his hand squeezed my nuts almost to the point of pain, we came.

"Bloody hell!" It was a couple of the trainers. They must have heard the noise of the light bulb shattering. "Got carried away a bit there did you?"

Hakan's cock was still up me. He pulled out, and his spunk dripped from me.

"Turn round Andy. We'd better see if there's any damage. He's a big lad."

And Phil was running his fingers around my hole. I gasped as he slid a couple inside."

"Hurts?" he asked.

"No just a bit tender." I replied.

"I'd love to give you one..." he whispered in my ear. "C'mon, in here..."

And I'm dragged, willingly I should add, into a toilet cubicle and Phil's anaconda is skinned back and rammed straight up me with no preparation.

"Oooh yeh!" he moans. "Nice and sloppy."

"Yeh," I replied. "You got Hakan's spunk as a lube."

Phil was an artist, a virtuoso. And after the brutal buggering I'd just taken from Hakan, it was a nice contrast. His cock wasn't too thick, but it was long, reaching places deep inside me, places that no one else reached.

And it wasn't long before a load of Phil's spunk was up me as well.

Kentaro, the director: "The whole place is out of control! The trainers are fucking the lads. The lads are fucking each other and even some of the trainers are getting fucked as well. The whole project is wrecked."

Professor Davies: Ken, Ken, don't panic. You're right, we can't stop it now. But it's not out of control. You're forgetting the empathic factor. It's spreading. Since the afternoon of the blue lightning, there's been an empathic bond between all those who were involved, and anyone who has penetrative sex with any of the lads, either active or passive becomes part of that bond. This could have amazing consequences for the project and for the company.

The director: If you mean that I won't have to tell the investors that the project is a wash-out...

Professor Davies: Quite the opposite. Let me repeat. Anyone who has penetrative sex, oral or anal with any of the lads becomes infected with the most intense empathy.

The director: So?

Professor Davies: This could provide a cure for psychopathic behaviour. Psychopaths are at the opposite extreme from empaths. They don't feel anything. They can rape, kill, destroy people's lives to achieve their goals without the slightest compunction because the are indifferent to the feelings of others. Turn psychopaths into empaths and well, I don't want to dramatise but we could make a massive difference to the world. We could stop dictators in their tracks. We could bring the most unscrupulous businessmen to heel. We could reduce crime to a trickle.

The director: You really think we could?

Professor Davies: Give me a couple of months to run a project in a prison. Just a handful of selected no-hope prisoners and I'll show you what I mean. Do you reckon you can keep the investors at bay for a couple of months?

The director: Should be able to. But if this fails Dan, it's your job. Is that clear?

The prison project was top secret of course. It needed the highest security clearance and then some. One of the toughest maddest prisoners was chosen. A chap called Olsen. How many had he murdered? He would never be allowed out into the world again. We were taking a risk. A massive risk. It was decided to take two lads into his cell where he lived or rather existed in solitary. The cell was wired for video and sound of course.

Olsen was 6 foot. Built wiry and muscular with an upper body covered with a mess of blue ink: the amateur tattoos that mark a man out as a jail bird.

Dan showed me the video when they got back. First Zoran and Kiko were taken into his cell. They wanted one lad who was a bottom and one who was a top. They thought of sending Abby apparently but as Olsen was a white supremacist, they decided not to risk adding another murder to his list. Though I tell you, having fucked Abby a few times, he missed a real treat there.

Olsen was no way good-looking but he certainly oozed masculinity. And the sight of the two lads got his interest and he was soon sporting a scary looking erection. Kiko was straight on it of course. Playing with Olsen's dick, whimpering.

"You like my dick boy?" Olsen muttered. "You and your buddy gonna get as much dick as you can take and then some. Once I get started, there's no tellin' where things gonna go. Let me feel your ass. Gee you're a cute little fella ..."

And Zoran is rubbing himself against Olsen, licking his nipples, as Kiko is stroking Olsen's cock, playing with his big hairy balls.

"Oh, yes," Olsen is moaning and gasping. "Oh fuck yes. Play with that thing. Get your lips on it boy. I said get your lips on it!!" And Olsen has his hand raised and is about to slap Kiko. Zoran growls and shows his teeth like a dog. First time I've seen one of the lads react in such an aggressive way, but he had reason to.

"OK, guys, OK." Olsen says. "Just playin' with you. I ain't seen anything so cute as you two for a while. Can't you talk? No, you can't can you. Don't matter, get them shorts off, I need some ass tonight."

And Olsen pulls Kiko's shorts down and the lad's soft round arse is exposed to view.

"Shit I'm gonna fuck that," Olsen says and looks nervously at Zoran and since there is no reaction, he bends Kiko over and rubbing some spit on his cock tries to get it up Kiko's arse. Kiko is whimpering. He's a natural bottom. I mean he's been taking regular fuckings from Hakan and Brent for the past few weeks. But for the last few days, he's been kept away from the other lads so I guess he's missing having a cock in him.

Olsen shoves his cock finds its home in the delicious heat and tightness of Kiko's arse.

"Oh, yes man!" And he's got Kiko on his bed and he's lying his full length on him, and we watch his arse pumping as he goes for his orgasm wanting to plant his seed as deep as he can in Kiko's butt.

Kiko is wriggling back against him, wailing and panting, pulling Olsen's seed out of him till with a roar, Olsen is shooting in him, clinging to him like to life itself.

Zoran is grinning and wanking himself watching. Waiting his chance.

"Boy you are good." Olsen says eventually. "You were born to take cock. Best fucking I ever had. Come here boy. Come to daddy..."

And he takes Kiko in his arms and he's cuddling him and kissing him. Not the sort of behaviour you'd expect from a big bruiser like Olsen.

"I'm gonna fuck you and your buddy all night long."

That's fine for Kiko and his hands are back between Olsen's thick thighs, working Olsen's dick back up to size again.

"Oh, yes baby boy, you know what you like don't you. You need daddy's dick breeding your cute little arse. Well don't you worry none, Olsen's the man to take care of you."

And he lays Kiko back on the bed, raises his legs and gets his cock lined up with Kiko's hole, still oozing the last load that Olsen shot into him.

Kiko moans as the cock sinks into him again, and Olsen is almost sobbing. "Oh that's good, that's so, so good. Oh god, that's good ass." And this time the fuck is slower, more tender. We watch his arse moving as he drives himself into Kiko who is wailing and shaking with sheer pleasure.

And Zoran sees his chance, Olsen's arse has got his interest and he gets behind the prisoner and drives his cock straight up him.

"Oh shit, yes!!" Olsen says. Fucking Kiko, getting fucked by Zoran.

"I ain't been fuck for a long while but that sure feels nice. Oooh, yes, get that thing up there."

And we watch Zoran ploughing Olsen's arse. And the rhythmic sounds of panting, wailing and grunting build to a climax.

"Oh, fuck me boy, fuck that arse." Olsen's voice. "Oh yes, oh god yes. Gonna come! Shoot in me, shoot your load in me."

The light flickers as three simultaneous orgasms light up the room.

"Geez boys. I don't know where you come from but I don't care. That was the best. C'mere lads. Daddy loves you."

And Olsen is sobbing as he cuddles Zoran and Kiko who are licking and kissing him.

Dan pauses the video.

"Well?" he asked.

"Wow!" I replied.

Dan laughs. "You came?"

"I sure did!" I reply.

"And that's just the beginning. We can watch more of the action if you like... Olsen lets them both fuck him at the same time at one point. That's wild too. Kiko really goes for it when he's a top. You also get Zoran fucking Kiko while Olsen jacks off watching them. That's nice as well."

"Another time," I say. "That was incredible."

"But thanks to you we solved the bonding problem otherwise Olsen wouldn't have let them go. We gave him two days with the lads to really get the empathic connection built. And then when they left, he hugged them, kissed them. And he was in tears again.

"You're my buddies. I love you both to bits. I don't think I ever loved anyone before but I love you both."

Then a few weeks later the authorities reported that Olsen had calmed right down. Was a lot more cooperative and compliant and they were thinking of moving him out of solitary.

"Your lads did a good job on him." the governor said. "I seen the video and they done turned him every which way. He's a totally different man now."

But just to make sure that it wasn't a one-off with Olsen, it was decided to try the same thing with another prisoner.

"This ain't gonna be easy for your lads. We got one of the baddest felons in the state here. Joshua Colby. He's a religious nut. Serial killer. Used to pick up men in a bar and then... I'll spare you the gory details but we had to collect their remains piece by piece. Said he was doing it in the name of God. Had voices in his head. Said he was saving the world from queers. Said they were the spawn of Satan. Ain't no one been able to get through to him with his nose stuck in his bible all the time. Worst case of sexual repression we ever seen in this joint. If he'd just give in and get on with everyone he'd make all our lives easier, if you know what I mean. Reckon your lads can turn him round?"

I looked at Dan. "Shit!" I said.

"Exactly," he replied.

On the video we watched as Brent and Abby were let into Colby's cell in their usual attire of tight white shorts. Colby is a bull of a man, solid meat, thick thighs and a barrel chest. We heard the usual ranting from Leviticus and Saint Paul. Watched as Colby pushed Abby away as he came up to touch him. Then as Abby stroked Brent's muscular chest and the two lads cooed and gurgled at each other.

"Demons!" shouted Colby, "Demons to test me! I shall never succumb to your temptation ye whores of Babylon..."

Brent had Abby's shorts off and was stroking his butt with one hand while bringing his own cock up to its engorged state. And then the fucking began. The slow penetration of Abby's willing arse. Brent's thick white cock disappearing between Abby's cute black buns. Brent knowing of course what Abby liked. A long slow shagging interspersed with periods of frantic pounding. Abby's moans and squeals of delight. Brent's panting, his muscles straining and gleaming with sweat. I'd never taken a fuck from Brent myself but watching this made me jealous of Abby and the pleasure he was getting.

Colby was still ranting from the bible but his hand was rubbing at his crotch. As Rog said, it would take a eunuch to resist the sexual charge that the lads generated when they were in fuck mode.

Then Colby had his cock out and was jerking himself along to the incredible show in front of him. The smell of sweat and testosterone, the squelching sound as Brent's cock rammed Abby's hole, the panting and squealing. And although Abby couldn't speak, everything about him screamed "Fuck me Brent! Fuck your Abby!"

Colby's eyes show fear. There's a battle going on inside him. He's sweating with his own resistance.

"Stop it, stop it. In the name of God, stop your fornicating!"

He finds the strength to approach the lads to disengage them from each other, but before he can pull Brent off of Abby, Abby has got his hands on Colby's erection and then his mouth around the bulbous knob. You just can't keep Abby away from an erect cock.

"Oh God, Oh God," Colby is shouting.

Then "Oh God, yes! Suck me, suck me..."

Abby's mouth is working magic on Colby's straining cock while his hands caress the prisoner's thighs, between his legs, searching his pucker, gently squeezing his balls. Colby gasping, eyes closed, head thrown back, hands running over Abby's hair. Probably the first time he's ever had his cock sucked and he's soon shooting his load in Abby's mouth.

Looking on, we're expecting a reaction now. The religious guilt could trip in and Abby and Brent could be at risk. But it doesn't happen.

"Oh, my boy, my beautiful boy," Colby is crooning.

Brent pulls out of Abby's arse and both the lads are cuddling Colby.

Dan winds the video forward a couple of hours to a scene of Brent with his cock deep in Colby's virgin hole.

"It took Brent over an hour to get him open. Such dedication and patience. You can watch it all another time if you like but I just wanted to show you the result."

As an empath, if Brent had felt that Colby hadn't wanted to be penetrated, he wouldn't have done it. But apparently Brent had found somewhere in Colby's system, beneath all the religious inhibitions and fears that had led him to murder all the young men that he had in fact desired carnally, the need to get fucked. The desire to have another man's cock inside him, fucking him as deep and as hard as Brent was doing now. Fucking his brains to protoplasmic jelly, driving him to heights of pleasure he never knew existed. Hell! If Colby was getting from Brent what I got from being fucked by Tagger, he would soon be on the way to becoming a total cum whore, craving what a man's cock could do to him.

And according to the report we got later from the prison governor that's what happened. Colby was given a cell mate, Zeb. A man as big as him, and as black as Colby was pale. It wasn't long before Zeb had worked himself into Colby's affections as well as into his arse and was pumping a thick load of mancum into his new playmate. "You my bitch now J, OK? You look after Zeb, an' Zeb's gonna look after you real good. Got a real black man's cock for you J. You ain't never gonna want nothing else..."

Zeb was going to keep Colby real happy.

It was like we were connected by a chain of empathy. All I had to do was focus on Colby and I was there with him in the cell with Zeb pounding away at him. The connection was from Zeb to Colby, to Brent and Abby to Tagger to me. I could tune in to any of the lads and through them Olsen with his latest playmate. I heard Tagger's voice in my head "It's spreading Andy, you wait ..."

So by the end of the three month trial a total of 6 prisoners had been visited by the lads. And all six of them, the meanest and baddest of a bad bunch, had calmed down. Were co-operating. Were considered less of a risk. Were saving the prison money because they no longer needed such tight security. In fact the whole prison was on the way to requiring lower security. The project had 'exceeded expectations' by a country mile.

The facility had changed as well of course. You couldn't walk through the training room or the dormitory without seeing scenes of passionate fucking. Even the security guards were in on it. At the end of their shift, the would wander down to the training room. You'd find Eric, the head of security, a big bruiser and ex-military in one of the slings taking a load from Hakan or Zoran. "Nothing like it mate! Wish I'd discovered all this ages ago. Really helps get rid of the tension. That Hakan sure throws a great fuck. Something to look forward to at the end of a long day."

"Who'd have thunk it?" Rog said to me. "Big bugger like Eric. He can't get enough of it now."

But Tagger and I mostly kept ourselves to ourselves. I'd have the occasional adventure with Phil or John, and the afternoon when I was tag-teamed by Hakan and Brent... That was memorable. But Tagger was always in my bed every night. Waking with him every morning. His stiff cock keeping me busy. And through him I was connected to all the other lads.

Kentaro, the director was happy as well. The project had turned out to be much bigger than they'd thought. It wasn't just a matter of providing sex-pets for the rich. It was now a matter of how to make the best use of the empathic effect. But how to move it forward? Collaborate with organisations that could help spread the effect? Yes, but which? And how important it was to keep all this under wraps. There would certainly be vested interests who would want to keep things as they are, the endless cycle of war and conflict. How much does this country and the whole world depend on the arms trade? Something that we now had the power to stop.

"It's spreading Andy."

But at the moment everything was contained. The facility was tight and so was the prison. But if this got out, it could and would spread like wildfire.

A meeting was called with the investors under tight security, accompanied by the signing of watertight confidentiality agreements. The investors were keen to visit the facility but they were denied that but instead were shown (edited) videos and given reports by Dan and Rog among others. The possibilities of the project were explained, how it could be used for the betterment of mankind. How we had a moral duty. I'd never witnessed a business meeting like it. The investors, hard-headed businessmen all, were stunned. They could see the possibilities. Not only would their investments be on the way to exponential growth but they would also be doing something positive with their money.

But then, over the next few days, one by one, the investors, were phoning to pull out. They never gave a direct reason; 'other priorities' was the oft quoted excuse. Others said the project was now too 'high risk'. Someone must be putting pressure on them. The news must have gotten out to someone in government or in the defence industry.

"That's the only thing it can be!" Kentaro said to a general meeting of all the staff. "But we're not beaten yet. This is too important to fail. We've got people looking around for alternatives. We're looking at the middle east. Various countries and institutions that I can't name of course..."

Then a few days later Kentaro was back the news that everyone was dreading. "I'm sorry everyone. The Arabs wouldn't buy it. We explained to them that it was a project to bring world peace and they asserted that Islam was indeed a religion of peace - but when they found out that the way of spreading peace was by sexual activity, they freaked out. They probably consulted their imams who told them that the money would be unclean or something.

" I'm really really sorry everyone. We've done our best but we're closing at the end of the month."

It was like a kick in the guts. It wasn't about losing our jobs. It was more than that. Much more. We believed in the project. What we'd all experienced was a transformation in our lives. What we'd gone through, with the lads, with each other had changed something. Some of the guys were ex-military and had seen active service in Iraq and Afghanistan. John had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from what he'd seen in Iraq, a roadside bomb that had killed a couple of his mates and turned another into a cripple. He hadn't been hurt but he'd shut down emotionally until, thanks to the experience with the lads, he could feel again. And now because of some fucking defence company putting pressure on the investors, the project was closing. It wasn't fair. But then yeh, we know, life isn't fair.

When it was time for the training session, the lads knew of course that something was wrong. They came up to us like dogs. We were their masters and we were in pain. They could feel that. And they were there to be stroked, to stroke us and whatever else they could do to make us feel better.

We couldn't explain to them what was going on. It was too big, too complicated. All they'd known was the facility, the testing centre, some of them had had trips to the prison and that was it. What did they know about the world of business and finance?

Tagger rubbing himself against me. Abby cuddled up to Dave. Phil stroking Kiko. But none of us felt like sex. And of course the lads knew that.

"Bunch of old women!" Rog's voice. "Are you just going to sit and take it? Just like that?"

"What can we do Rog?" Alan asks him. "We can't sort out the financial problems for them. We can't fight the arms industry. Those guys play hardball."

I heard Tagger in my head. "Tell them it's not about the money. It's just about spreading the energy, getting others into the chain."

"The chain?" I asked him.

"The chain of empathy. You're all part of it to one degree or another. It has to spread."

I tell the group what Tagger has told me.

"He told you that?" Phil said.

"Yes. We hear each other's thoughts, not just feelings," I replied.

"Right!" said Phil, "Most interesting!"

"OK, said Rog, so how do we keep spreading it if the facility is closing?"

But I hear another message from Tagger.

"Tell them we haven't got long, Andy."

"What do you mean?" I asked him in my mind.

"We don't live as long as you. Ask Dan."

"Can we trust Dan?"

"Trust Dan. Yes Andy. Trust Dan. Remember, it's his project, we are his children."

Of course! Dan will be devastated by what has happened. He sort of slunk off at the end of the meeting. He'll probably be in his office.

"Excuse me guys. I need to check that Dan's OK."

I found Dan in his office. He put something away as I came in but I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Aren't you going to offer me anything?" I asked him.

"Yeh. Sure. Sorry." And he got the bottle of bourbon out of his desk and poured me a shot in a plastic cup."

"You OK?" I asked him. Stupid bloody question.

"Yeh, I'm alright. Just had the last 15 years of work blown out of the water but I'm alright."

He took a sip of bourbon from his cup.

"It's not over Dan," I said to him.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" he asked flatly.

"Tagger told me."

Dan looked at me.

"My link with Tagger has gone beyond empathy. We can hear each other's thoughts."

"OK. Go on."

"The important thing is that the empathy is spread. We don't need the investors for that."

"Kentaro will want them sent back to the testing centre for er... disposal," Dan said.

"Disposal?"

"Andy. I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier. They only have short lives. It's programmed into their genetic structure. They're prototypes. Experimental models. They were never supposed to have extended life spans."

"How much longer have they got?"

"From 3 to 6 months before their internal organs start to fail."

And he poured me another glass of bourbon. I sipped. A million thoughts and feelings flying round my head.

"Ahh! Now I understand what Tagger meant when he said they didn't have long..." I said finally.

"They know?" Dan asked me.

"Well I'm not sure if it means that they know they're going to die soon. Does a dog understand the idea of death?"

Dan laughed. "Always with the big questions Andy..."

"So three to six months. That should be enough time."

Dan looked at me.

"But they've got a job to do and not much time to do it," I went on.

"That's right," he replied with a slight smile.

"So we've got your support then?" I asked him.

Dan took another sip from his cup.

"Put it this way," he said. "A lot of good can come out of this project. Empathy! We had no idea when we set it up how important it would be, what it could lead to. Seeing the effect on those prisoners... If we can get that out into the world, then that's worth any risk."

"We'll be outcasts," I said to him.

"I know," he replied.

"Government agencies and the arms industry will be after us."

He sighed, "So we'll have to move quickly and secretly. The trainers?"

"They're all on board."

"Security?"

"Sorted. Eric has been coming down to the training room every day for weeks now to get a load or two from the lads. Says it relaxes him."

"Good. So who do we target?"

"The police and armed forces first," I said, thinking on my feet. "The trainers all have backgrounds in one or the other. They'll still have contacts."

"Perfect," Dan said. "What about politicians? Bankers?"

"More tricky. I don't move in those sorts of worlds."

"Me neither. So we'll do what we can then," Dan said.

"Right. So we get them out of here before Kentaro can arrange for their disposal."

Hearing that word chilled me and I shuddered.

"Andy, I know you love Tagger but..."

"That's why I'm here Dan. That's why I'm doing this. However slim the chance may be. However long Tagger has got to live. I'm doing it."

And we clinked our cups together.

A. Horniman (c) 2013

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