Little White Pills

Author's note: thanks again for your patience, now enjoy the next chapter. This one is also a flashback, taking place around the end of the school year as Joey and Dave are off on their summer camping trip together. Future chapters won't come out quite so fast, but there's a bunch of stuff half-written, so don't despair if there's a pause.

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Chapter 20: "Project: SUBORDINATE GINGER, part 2"

Spring came and went, and the Ollo Pharmaceuticals campus was busier than ever since Greg's serendipitous visit. The labs were fully booked during the weekends, and most weekdays too, as shifts of young guys from the area (and even out of state) showed up for a chance at some good money. There were rumors--TJ expected them no matter how discreet the studies were--but nothing concrete. There were plenty of placebos and failed trials to obscure the true purpose of the SUBORDINATE GINGER project and the subjects of the successful experiments tended to keep their mouths shut: even if they didn't leave with a taste for dick, they were usually uncomfortable enough about their new bedroom interests to stay quiet about them. Dr. Medvedev's field team was hard-pressed to keep tabs on the successes, and TJ was forced to fly down to San Diego to ask for extra money, personnel (carefully vetted), and monitoring gear. The execs were supportive--TJ had made a good case for how one of their bigger clients might be interested in the latest discoveries--but they weren't going to wait forever.

And so the June meeting with Dr. McKinnon was an edgy one: TJ had told him he expected something to take back with hm to San Diego in two weeks, and as lead researcher it was on the Scotsman to deliver.

"Where's Medvedev?" TJ was feeling the pressure too, and not in the mood for chit chat.

"He's down in Denver following up on a few of the subjects from last month. A couple of them might be promising. No worries though: he and I are all tied out."

"So what've we got?"

McKinnon cleared his throat and fired up the PowerPoint deck. "Short answer, we think we have at least one who's a good candidate for permanent, meaningful behavior modification."

TJ nodded approval, and the tension dropped a notch. "Good. Better than the Denver prospects?"

"Probably, and we won't know about them until after the evaluation anyway. You said you wanted something soon, and we feel we have a good bet already."

"Okay, show me. Exec summary James, not two hours of your neurobiology stuff. You know they hate that."

McKinnon cleared his throat and advanced the presentation to slide 28. "Yes, well. Erm...here's our boy." An upper body shot appeared of a white male in his mid-20s, green-eyed and clean-shaven with straight dirty-blond hair cut short, wearing a flannel shirt and a crooked grin. From what TJ could see there was a pretty good body under there, with broad shoulders and a decent set of pecs pushing the shirt out in the right places. His pug nose looked like it might've been broken once, but it didn't hurt his looks--instead it made him look more rugged and less boyish. "Garrett N, 21, out of Macon Georgia originally. He took part in one of our trials back in October for batch SN4965."

TJ raised an eyebrow. "How'd that go? I thought all the guys on that ended up pair bonding pretty quick."

"Most of them, aye, but he was here before we'd worked out all the details of the lube interaction, and it didn't seem to have had as strong an effect on him."

"Meaning?..."

McKinnon moved to the next slide, with a standard subject summary report. A few fields had been highlighted in green. "Pre-drugs he was straight, but afterwards he seems to have gotten into guys at least to some extent: a series of regular girlfriends, but also a Grindr profile that sees some pretty frequent use. A fair bit of shagging, but it doesn't seem like he's settling down with anyone."

"Okay, so he might be interested in some follow-up with us. Is he?"

"We've done a lot of surveillance, both covert and an interview with Dr. M, and he seems fairly comfortable with his new interests. He's suspicious it had something to do with his time in the lab, but he seems to be handling it okay; he did say he'd be interested in a follow-up if the money was right and he were in town."

"He travels?"

"He's a bull rider, at least part time. Does construction work to pay the bills, but also follows the circuit."

"Any good?" Nothing like a sexy cowboy, thought TJ.

"Decent; takes home a bit of prize money, but not enough to pay the bills. Still young enough to dream of making it big."

"So why's he our guy?"

"Well, like I said he didn't take completely to 4965, so there's room there to move him up the Kinsey scale." TJ looked skeptical, and McKinnon hurried on. "Of course we know that a second round almost never has much effect--but that's actually a good thing here: we can work on him without worrying that it's just the usual reorientation effects. Here's our opportunity though." Several more pages of reports flashed by, until the researcher found what he wanted: a screen capture of a Grindr profile. Highlighted in red were the phrases "TOP!!!" and "Whites only."

TJ raised an eyebrow at that. "Looks like our boy's got some issues."

"Exactly!" McKinnon enthused. "And those are learned behaviors--that's exactly what we want to show we can change."

"So send him to counseling or something. What can we bring to the table?" TJ leaned forward. "How do I sell this James?"

"Erm, well, the thing is, his attitudes are pretty deep-seated. We saw no indication he had any interest in changing them. He seems to just avoid any meaningful contact with minorities, and won't let anyone near his ass in bed from what we can tell."

"And you think?..."

"...Based on his psych profile we could kill two birds with one stone. He never got exposed to any of the lubricants during his lab run. We think if we exposed him to some new forms of pleasure while he was in a suggestible state, we could reorient him. With the right follow-up we could make it permanent: he'd associate the positive reinforcement with his new attitude."

"How long do you think the process would take?"

"Well we don't have a lot of data, but a couple of sessions should be enough to open his mind up. We'd need to monitor him and might need a follow-up, but in cases like these previous, the changes seem pretty permanent."

"Those were pretty minor though, weren't they? There was that straight boy you turned on to pegging, but he still was into women, right?"

McKinnon squirmed a bit. "Yes, true, but as of three months on he's still engaging in it regularly, and he'd shown zero interest in that sort of thing prior. This is our best shot TJ; it's got some risk but I really believe we can make a good demo out of this one. And the timing is right: he'll be in the area in two weeks."

"Okay, let me look this over in more detail, but let's get the wheels turning. I'll get back with you both in a couple of days; you and Medvedev have your scenario planned out for me by then."

"Will do. Thanks boss."

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Garrett was in a good mood: he'd taken second place after a personal best ride in the short go, and the prize money had more than paid for his gas and time off to drive up to this rodeo outside Laramie. It wasn't one of the big ones, but still...he could feel things starting to go his way. He grinned in satisfaction around his Coors Lite and made eyes back at the gal at the end of the bar. Sure enough, she picked up her beer and started heading his way. He wouldn't've minded the guy next to her either, but as long as he got his dick sucked he wasn't going to complain. And the only options he'd seen online were a couple of broke down old boys three times his age. And some Mexican guy, but he wasn't into that shit. Didn't matter anyway: this gal had some serious tits on her, and that'd work just fine. He felt his dick stiffening up in anticipation, so when his phone rang with an unknown number he sent it to voice mail and focused on the evening's business.

...Which went even better than he'd hoped. She'd sucked his dick like a pro, and gotten him off before they'd even started fucking. Which had gotten him off twice more, with her joining him enthusiastically. He grinned at the thought of their Motel 8 neighbors and the earful they'd gotten. The only hitch had been her attempt to get cute with some finger stuff, but he'd set her straight on that before getting back to business, and once his face was buried in her pussy she'd forgiven him for being a bit short.

Too bad she'd had to leave early for work: he didn't have to hit the road for a while, and even after last night his morning wood could use some attention. He idly stroked his cut 6" dick, debating whether to jerk off or not. He finally decided he was more hungry than horny and stood up, idly scratching his lightly-furred balls as he headed to the shower. He cleaned up and started packing, which was when he noticed he had another missed call from the same number. Probably some bullshit, he figured, but better check the voice mail just in case his foreman had a new cell number. Construction jobs were all pretty short-term, but if you pissed too many people off you'd find your opportunities vanishing--he'd seen some guys end up on welfare because they couldn't play the game.

It wasn't his job though; instead it was someone he'd never heard of--some guy with a deep voice. "Hello Garrett, this is Dr. Medvedev from Ollo Pharmaceuticals calling. We talked a couple of weeks ago as part of a follow-up to the study you were in, and we'd like to know if you'd be interested in coming in for some more lab tests. Of course we'd pay you for your time. Give me a call back if you're interested."

Well things were getting better and better. He remembered the voice and the interview now: the doc was a few years older than him, but really jacked. Garrett wasn't sure, but the guy might've been hitting on him a little bit during that interview. Or at least that's what he imagined when he'd jerked off that night, picturing the doc's muscular frame down on all fours while Garrett did him doggy style. And the guy had paid him $200 just to meet at an IHOP and talk for an hour--how much could he get for actually going in? He'd made...what, three grand for that weekend last time? And he'd noticed that ever since then nights like the last one, where he got it up three or even four times, were suddenly his usual performance. Sure, it was a little weird the first time he'd done it with a guy, but a hole was a hole, right? His mind went back to the weekend in the lab, and the stocky black-haired tech he'd fucked up against a wall, and his dick went rock-hard in a heartbeat, demanding some attention. Not even a minute later he was coming like crazy, and he knew he'd say yes. He'd just have to sell his foreman on taking a long weekend off, but he knew he could do it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Five days later he was back in the lab, waiting for the all clear on his whiz quiz and blood test. He wasn't worried though: for $5,000--FIVE FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS!--he could keep his hands off his dick for a few days. And he hardly ever touched pot, never mind the harder stuff: construction and bull riding were two jobs you didn't want to show up for stoned. He'd seen a couple of guys learn that the hard way: one had nine fingers, and the other needed a cane to walk now.

Sure enough, it wasn't even a half-hour later and one of the lab guys walked in to give him the thumbs-up, had him sign another shit-ton of forms, then lead him to one of the dorm rooms. The sight of the tech's tight ass flexing underneath the scrubs reminded Garrett that he hadn't gotten off in too long, and he wondered if he'd have a chance at the blond tech before the weekend was up; his dick twitched at the thought.

He remembered the routine from the last time, so once the lab guy ("Rob") left he cleaned up (gross, but that's what they wanted), showered and then got down to business with the shaving kit they gave him. He didn't usually bother trimming his crotch, but as he cleared the fur from his balls and gooch he couldn't resist running his fingertips over the newly-sensitive skin and enjoying the little buzz it gave him. Maybe he'd keep this up when he left this time.... And when he stood up and looked in the mirror he had to admit it made his dick look bigger. Not that he had anything to worry about, but it was always good to have something to show below the belt buckle. He brushed off the trimmings with a towel and put on the scrubs they'd given him, then played with his phone while he waited for something to happen. Dinner, maybe.

Twenty minutes into a Call of Duty game there was a knock on the door and he cursed: he should've known better than to start something he couldn't drop at the last minute. He sighed and set his phone down, then paused when he opened the door to see a young black guy standing there.

"Hi Garrett, I'm Anthony." He reached out his hand. "I'll be your tech for the next few days."

Garrett froze for a second, then remembered his manners. "Uh, um, hi Anthony." He shook, noticing the tech's grip was as firm as his own. Not surprising: the guy was no taller than Garrett's 5'9", but a lot broader; even the loose scrubs looked tight around his shoulders. He had an open face though, and his close-cropped hair gave him a clean-shaven look that made Garrett warm to him a bit, even if the guy wasn't his type, no sir. In the depths of his mind his long-dead meemaw's voice spoke up: "Never socialize with the help." But he'd heard that for so long he didn't even notice it anymore.

"Anything wrong?" Anthony asked. "I can get another tech if there's a problem?..."

"No, nope, no, that's cool." Garrett blushed at being so blatantly rude; his grandmother had had strong opinions about that too. "Let's do this."

"Okay." Anthony gave him a quick glance up and down. "Now I know you've been here before, so you know all the procedures for gettin' ready, right? You all cleaned up and so on?" He gave a half-mocking look and gestured to Garrett's groin.

"Yeah, I'm good, don't worry." Christ, he thought, don't tell me my business boy.

"All right...hope you're not bullshitting me white boy." Anthony grinned, revealing near-perfect teeth.

"I'm not." Suddenly Garrett was a a little annoyed by this good-buddy attitude. "Let's get it on." He blushed as he suddenly realized how that sounded. Even if it was what he'd been thinking just an hour ago about Rob.

"All right, all right. Follow me." Anthony's grin stayed in place as he gestured towards the hallway.

Four doors down they turned into a room with the chair console setup Garrett remembered from the last time. Someone had stored some piece of equipment in the corner with a tarp over it, but otherwise it all looked familiar. Anthony began pecking away at the computer while Garrett shucked off his scrubs; he already felt a bit of tingle in his groin, thinking about what was ahead. He hoped they'd have some good porn again--maybe something with a couple guys and a gal.

Anthony looked up from his screen. "Guess you know the drill." He half-smiled and cocked his head towards the chair. "Hop on in, and I'll get you set up in just a sec." Another minute of typing and then he was strapping Garrett in, putting that mesh cap on his head, and attaching sensor pads to his skin. There seemed to be more of them this time, including a couple of bigger ones on his nipples, and then Anthony was sliding an IV into the back of one hand.

"What's with the needle?"

"It's a sensor for your blood." Anthony sounded distracted as he swapped a flexible tube with an electronic plug in place of the needle. "They want to monitor something or other, and this is a lot better than me taking blood samples every couple minutes." Anthony gave him a knowing grin. "Don't think you'd want that distraction, right?"

"No," Garrett shook his head. A--this guy walking in on him while he was getting off? No way.

Anthony connected up the probe and then prepped his other hand for another needle. "This one is for any drugs; they'll do all that remotely too." Another barely-noticeable prick and tug, and there was an IV port in his right hand. "Nothing to interfere with your alone time." He hooked up the ports to a couple of fancy machines.

His knowing grin made Garrett a little uncomfortable, like this black guy thought he knew something, some sorta joke that Garrett didn't get. That was another problem with them, he thought, always thinking they were better than you. "Yeah, whatever."

If Anthony picked up on his irritated tone he didn't show it. "Okay, gonna wrap this up." He put the goggles and headset on and they went through the usual testing. Garrett thought he heard something heavy moving around, but he couldn't be sure with the headphones on, and then there was a light touch on his pucker that made him flinch.

"Hey!" He was surprised as much as anything.

"Sorry." Anthony's voice was faint and muffled. "Just the temp sensor man, same as before."

"Oh yeah. Okay." Garrett remembered now. He didn't like the touch, but he relaxed. Same as last time. He jumped again when Anthony touched his dick, but forgot all about his discomfort as the wet warmth of the Dick In a Box vacuumed him in. He could already feel himself swelling, and wiggled his hips a little in pleasure. About time, he thought.

"Okay, I'm stepping out. Be back when you're done." Garrett barely heard the muffled voice: his dick was starting to feel really good in there. It wasn't until a minute or so later that he realized Anthony had never tested the hand controls. He was about to say something when the goggles lit up and he decided not to worry about it.

["Looks good. Nice job on the setup Anthony."]

["Thanks Dr. McKinnon."]

["Go ahead and take a break. Dr. Medvedev and I'll keep an eye on our lad for you. We'll page you when we need you again, maybe in an hour or two."]

["Sure thing."]

["You sure your new drugs will work?"]

["You sure your scenario will work with his psych profile?"]

[Laughter. "Fair enough. Let's see if we can make TJ happy."]

["Not to mention our boy."]

[More laughter. "Of course. Customers first."]

The porno was just what he'd hoped for: a stacked blonde (fake titties, but nice ones) was making out with two muscular guys, grabbing their crotches as they pulled her top off. Their feathered hair said this was an old one, probably from the 80s, but it was still hot to watch them all get naked. The Dick In a Box started moving up and down slowly, and Garrett sighed pleasurably. It wasn't until it had stroked him a few times that he realized that it was running on his own. He tried playing with the controls like last time, and nothing happened. A part of him was a little worried, but really he was okay with it: his dick was feeling great and it was so hot watching the threesome make out--he rocked his hips a little bit, imagining he was there with him, and felt a little extra squeeze on his rod. "All right..." he drawled lazily.

He was getting into it, feeling good and loose like he did during good sex, when the movie changed and it was suddenly two black guys feeling up a white girl. The one fingering the gal's pussy had a shaved head and the other was buzzed short with a goatee; they both were ripped and had serious hard-ons. This wasn't what he was looking for, but the goggles weren't showing him any other scenes to pick like they did last time, and anyway the Dick In a Box had sped up a little bit in a way that more than kept his dick up. Plus he was just feeling really chilled out--who cared really about who was fucking, as long as they were hot? And watching these ripped guys take turns sucking on her titties and eating her pussy, well that was fine. It was sure making his dick feel fine: the long, slow strokes were working over every inch in a way that made him breath heavy, and he was starting to wish the machine would speed up a bit. But it was so hot watching them...watching those hard bodies flexing while his dick felt so good...the bald one's dark brown ass flexing as he fed the girl his hard cock.... "Yeah, suck it girl," he whispered, "suck that dark meat." Garrett licked his lips. He really wished the machine would speed up.

A flicker and there was a new movie playing, much more recent going by the haircuts and scenery. Two buff black guys again, but now with a white guy getting all the attention. He was compact and lean, with a tight body and a nice cut dick about the same size as Garrett's. One of the guys he was with was lean too, but taller: probably six feet. He had short hair and a goatee, and a couple of tats on his shoulders showing off angels or something. They flexed as he ran his tongue over the white guys abs and down to his crotch, touching everywhere: belly button, inner thigh, ball sack, shaft, and from time to time flicking around the cut pink head in front of him. The second guy was a beast: at least 230 pounds of muscle for sure. His hair was longer, maybe a 5 cut, but Garrett couldn't make out any other features because he was straddling the white guy's face, feeding him his dick. "That's right boy, take my dick. Open up, just like that. Awww...fuck yeah." His voice was deep, with a hint of Atlanta drawl that Garrett remembered from his childhood.

Garrett was shocked: this white guy was letting them boss him around!--but it was a far-away sensation. His dick was getting stroked more vigorously now, and also...these guys were hot. There was no way he'd ever--but then the camera switched to show the guy [bottom, part of him thought] getting fed that slab of meat, and loving every inch. His boyish face was looking up at the dick's owner in ecstasy as he ran his hands over the rippling torso, and when the giant pulled his fat, cut head out and started smacking him on the cheeks and chin he chased it desperately with his tongue. "Yeah, you love that black dick, don't you boy? Show me...mmmhmmm...."

"Aw shit...," Garrett panted. This guy was so desperate for dick, you could see it in his eyes. And when he finally got that purple head back in his mouth he just blissed out, happy to suck that [black mamba, they'd joked in high school] cock. And Garrett could relate: he'd sucked a dick or two in the last few months, and learned to like it. Not like...that, but watching this guy go to town brought back a lot of memories all the same; just thinking about it made him clench his dick and grind into the fleshlight working him over. Damn did that feel good, even if it wasn't enough. "Suck it," he whispered, "suck that cock." And for the next few minutes he watched just that, while he and the guys on the screen got more and more turned on.

After a little bit (not too long, but long enough to leave Garrett breathing heavily) the camera switched to show the other dick sucking going on. The guy with the goatee was going down like a champ, nose deep into the light brown pubes each time his head bobbed, then stopping to swirl around the head and occasionally suck on the ball sack. You could tell the other guy loved it from the way his hips were flexing and the muffled sounds he was making. Garrett could imagine how good that must feel--hell, he didn't have to with the way the machine was working him over--and he groaned with the need to cum. He could picture himself there, his own dick feeding that warm mouth. "Aw fuck, suck it!" he panted. But the Dick In a Box didn't change its pace no matter how much he squirmed--in fact it seemed to slow down every time he felt himself getting close.

By the time the camera switched back to the white guy's knob polishing Garrett was ready to scream. He could feel a trickle of sweat running down his side as he strained against the straps, his head spinning with lust. He wanted...he wanted...anything. Anything they wanted he'd do, if it would get him off. Seeing that thick brown shaft sliding between the white guys swollen lips while he got face-fucked, Garrett felt his mouth water. Yes, he'd do that if they wanted. He'd take that load, every drop, if he could just.... "Shoot that load, motherfucker, feed it to him," he grunted.

The massive cock owner spoke up, the deep voice sending a shiver through Garrett. He was so...Garrett didn't know the word, but he'd do whatever that voice wanted. "You like that fat black cock boy?" he rumbled. The cocksucker nodded enthusiastically, and so did Garrett. "You ready for my load?" Another nod. He pulled out and wrapped one big hand around the shaft. "Say you want it boy." He idly tapped the mushroom head against the drool-covered chin.

Blondie looked up, pleading. "I want your load."

"Yes," Garrett whispered. He almost thought he could smell the scent of pubes and precum, and his own mouth watered.

"I can't hear you, boy. Show some enthusiasm." The dark shaft slapped one cheek, then the other.

"I want your load!" Garrett could hear the hunger in his voice. "I want you to feed me everything your cock has!"

"My fat." Cheek slap. "Jizz-filled." Slap. "Black." Slap. "Cock."

"Yes! Yes, I want you to come all over me with fat black cock! Please, let me take your load!"

"Better." The big guy started stroking his dick in earnest now, the wet head aimed squarely at the open mouth below it. "Say it again."

"Please let me take your load!" He stuck his tongue out as the black guy's stroking picked up speed, breathing heavily as he got close.

"Oh God yeah," Garrett groaned. He was right on the edge, the machine pulsing around his dick just barely enough to hold him there without going over. He knew the sight of the money shot would be enough to push him over the edge though: he was that close.

"Better." The big guy started stroking his dick in earnest now, the wet head aimed squarely at the open mouth below it. "Say it again."

"Please let me take your load!" He stuck his tongue out as the black guy's stroking picked up speed, breathing heavily as he got close.

Garrett blinked, then it dawned on him that there was a glitch: this section had repeated.

"Better." The big guy started stroking his dick in earnest now, the wet head aimed squarely at the open mouth below it. "Say it again."

"Please let me take your load!" He stuck his tongue out as the black guy's stroking picked up speed, breathing heavily as he got close.

"Oh Gawd, no!" Garrett groaned in need. "Don't stop! C'mon!" He felt dizzy, he wanted to come so bad.

The video looped again.

"Oh please!" he panted, "Please, I gotta come! I gotta--" He let out a strangled cry of frustration...and the loop repeated. He'd never wanted a dick in his mouth so badly before--if he were in that video he'd be sucking up that spooge in a heartbeat. He could imagine every detail: the muscular hand gripping his hair, the warm rigid flesh of the head, the taste of the precum leaking onto his tongue... "PLEASE," he groaned, "please let me take your load! I want your fat black cock to come all over me! Anything you want! Please!!!

And the clip moved on, the camera closing in on the big hand stroking faster and faster until suddenly thick white ropes of semen were flying out, the first on the white guy's cheek and forehead and the rest in his eager mouth as he wrapped his lips around the spurting head.

The Dick In a Box suddenly clamped down hard and pulled nearly all the way off Garrett's erection before plunging back down, and he screamed in release, straining against the straps as he came. His vision dimmed as his orgasm blew through him, and he was only half-aware of the sounds of the cocksucker blowing his own load. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yes give me that load!" Garrett shouted for the two of them as he drained his balls. "Oh gaaaaaaawwwwd...." The pumping on his dick slowed, became gentler, and he shivered as it milked out one last spurt. Finally the motion stopped and he worked to catch his breath--he was breathing like he'd just finished the longest bull ride of his life, and he could feel the sweat on his body. "Jesus Christ almighty," he breathed. That had been one for the record books.

["That went well."]

["Yeah, it sure did. Nice job on the cocktail."]

["Well he didna mind the movie either. Where did you find that? It was perfect."]

["We shot it special; I couldn't find anything with the right script."]

["Really?" (laughter) "So you're shootin' pornos now, are ye?"]

["Hey, whatever it takes dude. Let's go ahead and send Anthony in."]

["I thought we had another round to do?"]

["We do, but he'll need a few minutes to recharge and Anthony's part of it."]

["Oh, right, of course. I'll text him."]

Garrett lay back, enjoying the glow after nutting so hard. As relaxed as he was he felt energized at the same time: the goggles had frozen on the shot of the white guy's face closed in bliss as he sucked on that fat piece of dark meat. Cum was dripping down his cheek and leaking out of the corner of his mouth; even when Garrett closed his eyes for a few seconds the image stayed with him, keeping his dick more than half-hard. A lot more actually. The machine hadn't moved since he'd shot his wad, but Garrett knew when it did he'd be ready for another round. Maybe not with black guys this time around...unless it was going to be as hot the second time.

He was too busy turning that over in his mind to notice Anthony coming in, so when the tech pulled off the earphones he practically jumped out of the chair in surprise. "Shit!" he barked.

Anthony gave a low chuckle. "Sorry bro, didn't mean to startle you. Guess that run got you a little distracted, huh?" His tone sounded faintly knowing--or maybe that was just paranoia.

"Uh,..." Garrett cleared his throat, "yeah, I guess." A picture suddenly flashed into his mind of Anthony in his scrubs, his muscles filling them out nicely and dark brown skin standing out against the pale blue cotton. The image merged in his mind with the one in the goggles, and he felt his throat go dry. But that was stupid. A porno wasn't real life, everyone knew that.

"Need some water or anything? I'm just here for a minute to tune things up before we keep going."

Keep going? Garrett felt a surge of excitement. Yes, he definitely wanted to keep going. Whatever they wanted him to do. He tamped that thought down: he didn't want Anthony thinking he was too eager. He liked sex for sure, but he wasn't going to go begging for it from a--from a tech.

"Some water would be good."

"Sure thing--one sec." Garrett heard the sink running and then Anthony's hand was on his neck. His grip was warm and firm, just like the big black guy's directing the blond jock onto his pole. Watching the frozen image as Anthony lifted him up to take a sip, he imagined it was himself in the movie for a split second and his lips parted in anticipation. But all they met was hard plastic, the touch bringing him back to reality. He swallowed.

"Man, you got pretty thirsty there. Guess that jackoff session took it out of you, huh?" Maybe it was just to support him better, but Anthony's hand gently squeezed the muscles in his neck as he said it, undoing the tension from Garrett's straining and instinctively making him relax into the strong grip. It felt so nice...didn't matter who was doing it.... And had the machine started moving again? He couldn't tell for sure, but his dick was feeling more alive by the second.

"Uh...yeah, guess so." He felt a twinge of disappointment as Anthony lowered his head back down.

"Can't say I'm surprised--you filled up the jizz bag pretty good. That's why I came down: we need another sample kit before you go again. That was quite a load." Anthony sounded impressed.

Garrett laughed weakly. "Uh, thanks? I guess?"

Anthony laughed at his discomfort and clapped a friendly hand on his shoulder. "It's all good. It's not like you're the only one of us who's ever stroked his dick, am I right?"

Garrett had never actually thought of Anthony sexually before. He was good-looking, no doubt, but Garrett had never really taken the leap to--well, there was the movie, and he'd seen that black snake spitting, and here was the picture right in front of him, and suddenly there was another picture of Anthony stroking a cock very much like it, and...fuck, he was so hard already. And the Box had definitely begun to squeeze him very, very slowly.

"Am I right?" Garrett realized he hadn't answered the tech.

"Yeah, right. Uh, we all do it. For sure."

"Mmhmm. Well I'm just gonna swap out this kit real quick and let you get back to it, 'kay?"

"Sure thing, whatever." Whatever you want, he thought.

There were some random noises and then then he sensed Anthony leaning in close, breath warm on his ear. "All set, white boy. Enjoy yourself." He set the headset back in place, fingertips brushing Garrett's neck as he withdrew, and then there was just the muffled sound the door closing. The headset went black.

["Damn, Anthony does good work! Look at those readings."]

["I told you he would; he's got a knack."]

["Huh. How'd he end up here? I don't remember him coming through the lab."]

["Nah. San Diego recruited him. He took to the new pills like a champ, and when he saw what he could make compared to waiting tables, I mean, it was no contest."]

["Not to mention the benefits package." (Shared chuckle) "Will he be able to pull off the gangster act? Not a lot of thugs where he grew up in Portland."]

["Good enough I think. Enough to fool our lab rat anyway. It's really about overcoming his preferences anyway, and those are all built on stereotypes. His own mind'll fill in the 'scary black dude' bits on its own."]

["As long as it works. We need that funding."]

["Yeah, yeah, I know the situation. Your cocktail ready? Looks like our boy's ready to ride."]

["Aye, whenever you are."]

["Let's do it."]

A minute or so passed with nothing happening. Garrett was increasingly aware of the squeezing rippling up from the root of his cock to the tip. No sliding, but it had made him rock hard anyway. The sensation of relaxed alertness crept over him, and he waited eagerly for whatever they wanted to show him next.

The start of a slight rubbing motion along his shaft was the sign that something was happening. Sure enough, a few seconds later the goggles lit up to show some opening credits. "DeShawn and Ryan" appeared, along with the director's name, and then the usual FBI notice, before dissolving into a warehouse scene. A stocky white guy in tighty whiteys (obviously Ryan, thought Garrett) had been strung up in a spread-eagle position, wrists and ankles held by leather straps. He had short brown hair and a goatee, and just a faint fuzz of chest hair that looked cropped. The black guy standing in front of him gave off a military vibe. The buzzed haircut, army boots and camo pants were definitely part of it, but the way he moved reminded Garrett of the guys he knew who'd joined the Marines. He was definitely ripped enough to be a Marine: he had some big guns.

["This another one of your home movies?"]

["Ha! No--but it's one of my favorites."]

["Oh really?"]

["You'll see."]

The Marine (maybe? It would be hot if he really was) circled around Ryan, a scowl on his face. "They say you like black dick boy, that true?"

The blond nodded, staring straight ahead. "Yessir." There was already a bulge in his underwear.

"Mm." DeShawn scowled. He didn't look impressed. He walked over to a table and picked up a pair of scissors, then began cutting off Ryan's underwear. When the briefs fell away his swollen pink dick flopped out. He wasn't too hard yet, but Garrett could already tell he was pretty well-hung: nice and thick, with a big set of balls hanging down. Garrett licked his lips unconsciously as the camera moved in for a closeup. Ryan jerked suddenly as DeShawn smacked his ass. "That all you got boy? You said you wanted my dick and your sad little prick isn't even hard yet." He smacked the other cheek, harder, and Ryan's shaft lurched up noticeably.

"Sorry sir!" Ryan sounded eager.

"Well maybe you need some help." DeShawn stood in front of him and grabbed a nipple in each hand, then pinched. Ryan sucked in his breath at the sensation, then began squirming as DeShawn rolled them between his fingertips. His cock responded instantly, coming to full mast in a few seconds and already showing a clear droplet forming at the cut head. Garrett sucked in his own breath: the pads attached to his nipples had suddenly started a rhythmic tingling, making them stiffen instantly. It wasn't anything like a mouth but it felt good, like it was connected to the root of his dick somehow. "Oh yeah," he whispered to himself, "yeah...."

DeShawn kept up the nipple action for another couple of minutes, making Ryan purr and gasp as he rolled and pinched them; by the time he let go they were swollen and pink, and the bead of precum had slid all the way down his smooth shaft. Garrett couldn't see to be sure, but it felt like he was leaking pretty good himself.

"That's better," the black man said. He ran one fingertip along the underside of Ryan's hard-on, scooping up the juice he found there, and then licking it clean. "Mmm-hm! Much better."

Ryan watched him intently, an eager expression on his face. "Thank you sir!"

"Think you're ready now?" The black jock sounded like he still needed some convincing--although there was a bulge in his pants that wasn't there before.

The blond man nodded eagerly. "Yes sir!"

DeShawn returned to the table, and when he came back he was holding a blindfold. He slid it over the submissive blond's eyes and then began to walk slowly around the bound man, examining him and occasionally running a finger over his torso, or lightly touching his underarms. Each touch caused Ryan to suck in his breath slightly in pleasurable surprise. Garrett couldn't feel anything himself but...he could almost imagine it. He'd never tried anything like that, but it was kinda making him hot, thinking about it. And when DeShawn traced a finger up Ryan's smooth ball sack and then up his shaft to the tip, that was definitely getting his engine racing. He wrapped his strong brown hand around that hard-on and squeezed, and Garrett sucked in his breath in sympathy as the silicone sleeve around his own dick clamped down briefly. "Oh yeah," he whispered. Ryan seemed to like it too: he bit his lip and let out a small noise of pleasure, while his hips hunched involuntarily; Garrett mirrored his movements. "Yeah," he whispered again, "hell yeah." He licked his lips.

"Mmmmmm...now you're starting to get with the program." DeShawn's voice sounded like Barry White, low and lazy and sexy. "That little white dick of yours is ready for some action, isn't it?" He moved his hand fractionally up the shaft, making Ryan squirm, and Garrett let out a soft, high-pitched "hunnh!" as the machine duplicated the motion. "Yeah, I think you're ready for that little hole of yours to get opened up, aren't you?" His hand began creeping back down the captive shaft.

"Yes!" Ryan panted, "Yes!"

Garrett was caught up in how good his dick felt from this slow-motion handjob, so it wasn't until DeShawn had kicked off his shoes and shucked his camo pants that he realized what DeShawn had said. No! He thought, I don't want...I don't...I.... But it was hard to think straight: the stimulation on his dick hadn't let up, and the sense of panic felt far away, almost like it belonged to someone else. DeShawn was wearing a pair of olive drab boxers, and the tent he'd pitched in them was pretty impressive. There was a dark spot where the cock head was pressed against the fabric, and when DeShawn kicked out of his underwear Garrett could see the head glistening, purple and fat on the end of a long shaft. Not the biggest Garrett had ever seen, but it was bigger than his for sure and he had nothing to be embarrassed about. If he'd been in that room he'd have dropped to his knees in a second, never mind what his grandma would've said. As if being a dick sucker wouldn't have put her in the grave in the first place. Part of him laughed at the thought, the part that couldn't quite believe this was happening. But another part, the hungry part, watched the muscular black man walk over to the table again, ass and back flexing as he bent over to pick something up. God, Garrett thought, look at that butt. He knew exactly how it would feel in his grip, tight and hard as he spread those cheeks and slid his cock in there.

But he'd forgotten what DeShawn had said he was going to do--at least until he saw him squeeze a glob of clear lube on one finger. The Dick In a Box had stopped moving, almost as though it was anticipating the next step as much as Ryan and Garrett. "Here you go boy. Show me how much you want me in your hole." The camera moved in for a close-up as DeShawn expertly spread the ass cheeks with one hand, his dark brown fingers framing the lightly-furred crack with its warm pink center, and then here came the other hand with its glistening index finger. Ryan jumped as the cold gel touched his hole, but he recovered almost instantly and began pushing back against the digit circling around the sensitive flesh.

Garrett jumped too: his dick wasn't getting anything out of this (except for staying hard enough to pound nails), but something warm and wet had pressed up against his own ass and started circling at the same lazy pace as the hand in the video. "Nooo...don't..." he tried to get out, but the words were slurred and he wasn't sure he meant them. He didn't want anyone touching him there, it wasn't anything a real guy would ever let anyone do to him, but it felt kind of good. The surface wasn't completely smooth, and so there was a kind of slick friction that was somewhere between tickling and stroking his dick. And he was starting to feel a warm glow where it was touching him: it made the sensations stronger somehow. He watched Ryan as the bound man bit his lip in pleasure and arched his back, a long lazy "mmmmmmmmm!" coming from him.

"Yeah baby, that's it, open up for me. Never mind your dick, it's your ass that wants some love, isn't that right?"

"Uh huh," Ryan nodded. His chest and face were flushed and he was breathing deeply. "Do me. Finger my hole. Aaahhh! Yes...that's so fucking good...."

Watching Ryan's hips swivel as the finger teased his hole, his cock bouncing from the motion, was sexy as hell. He was so into it... Garrett wished DeShawn would work that finger a little more, just so he could watch Ryan getting off. The sensation right now was just a tease, barely enough to really rub his tender flesh, and he was sure it was driving Ryan nuts too. From time to time the nubbin rubbing his own hole would pass over the soft middle, not enough to really go in, but enough to touch the most sensitive area, just a little, and when it did he could feel a little jolt that went to his balls.

"Please, stop teasing...finger my hole sir!" Ryan was starting to sound desperate, and Garrett could relate. The camera closed back in on his asshole again, glistening with lube as DeShawn continued to tease the lips.

"Do it," Garrett muttered, "slide one in his ass." He wiggled his own hips in an attempt to increase the sensation in his own, but as usual the mechanism compensated and danced away. "Do it," he growled. God, he just wanted a little ass play--he could tell it would feel so good--why were they teasing him? All the video showed was that brown finger though, circling and circling and refusing to press in no matter how much Ryan groaned. Garrett groaned in shared frustration--what did they want? The sensations coming from his ass were driving him nuts. And then that wiggling probe slid up his chute, just as Ryan got what he wanted. Both of them groaned at the same time, the blond on the screen with a needy edge to his voice as the dark brown digit slid in and out--and then Garrett realized it was just him making that noise. The nipple pads had started pulsing in time to the movement in his ass, and now there was a synchronized...rippling, or something happening in slow motion along his shaft, which was diamond-hard. "Oh God," he gasped, "do me." His whole groin felt swollen and heavy, like it was bloated with cum, and then the thing inside him went a little deeper and started bumping up against something in there. "Shit!" he burst out. It was like a shock, or a mini-orgasm, or something, straight from his ass to his cock in the same way the nipple stimulation was connected to all of them, and it repeated every time the tip hit him--"ahhh!" God, that felt amazing. He'd had no idea.

"That's it boy, open up that little pussy for me. You're not so tight now are you? You need another finger in there, dontcha?"

Ryan thrust his ass back. "Mmmm...yeah. Open me up. Aaaaahhhhhyessss! Just like that! Thank you sir! It feels sooo good...." He gyrated his hips as much as the restraints would allow, showing his pleasure; a clear strand of liquid was hanging off his piss slit and swaying in time with his hips.

Garrett's brain was fogging over with lust. Watching Ryan get off on the ass play was so hot, he wanted to feel that way too. "Yeah, more," he whispered, "finger my ass good--ahhnnhh!" The probe had hit that spot again, harder this time. "Yeah, like that. Open me up. Do it!"

And the probe did. Not the second finger like he'd asked for, but he could feel it swell suddenly, stretching his entrance and increasing the pressure in his gut. No deeper (and that made him start thinking about what that might do), but the feelings in that magic spot went from on-off to on-ON, and his eyelids fluttered at the extra stimulation. "Ohhhhh yeeeeesss!" he croaked. This was so good, letting DeShawn finger him like this...he shook his head and reminded himself that DeShawn was just in the video, but the warm pulsing in his ass (not to mention his nips and his groin) were synced up perfectly with the burly black man's attentions, and he wasn't really sure anymore if it was Ryan begging for more or him. And he didn't really care anyway. He'd never done any hard drugs, but whatever they were giving him made him feel so good. So good and so horny...he wanted more of this, but how?

Ryan had the answer. DeShawn was still fingering him, but he'd started slapping that thick shaft on one cheek, then the other, and the blindfolded man knew what he wanted. "Fuck me sir!"

Oh yeah, thought Garrett, yeah. Do that. All thought of fucking DeShawn was gone; all he could think about was that dark meat sliding into his hole, making him feel things.... "Fuck me sir," he echoed softly. "Fuck me." Let DeShawn take his ass, anything he wanted. Letting that stud ride his hole would be beyond hot.

"Yeah, that's right boy. You're my little bitch now aren't you?" DeShawn kept his fingers moving, but he added a slap to each ass cheek that made the pale white globes jump.

"Oh yes sir! Anything you want to do, my hole is yours!"

"You ready for some cock in there boy? Ready to get fucked by a real man?"

"Oh yeah," Ryan was panting with eagerness.

So was Garrett. God, that rubbing motion! He needed more, whatever it took. "Fuck me sir," he knew he was pleading with a video, but he didn't care. "Slide your cock in my ass and own me."

"Mmmhmmm." DeShawn pulled his fingers out and gripped the hips in front of him; Garrett gritted his teeth in frustration as the probe withdrew from his aching hole. He was half-aware of some mechanical clicking noises near his groin, but he didn't care. "This is my ass now boy, isn't it?"

"Yessir! I'm all yours!" Ryan ground his crack up and down against the wet shaft nestled there, his face showing how desperate he was to get the warm thickness inside his guts.

"Anytime I want, ain't that right?" DeShawn slapped each cheek once, lazily but hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Yes," Ryan whimpered.

"Yes," Garrett whispered.

Two sharp slaps, harder this time. "I can't hear you, bitch. You want some dick or not?!"

"YES, yes sir! My ass is all yours sir! You can fuck me anytime!"

"Yes," Garrett ground out. He clenched his hole--he was already missing the stimulation back there, and the slow rippling strokes on his dick weren't nearly enough. In fact, all that did was remind him how horny he was, how much his ass missed the attention. "Fuck me. Fuck me! Anytime you want!"

"That's better boy." DeShawn grabbed the lube and smeared it over his shaft until it glistened, reddish-brown and pulsing. He spread Ryan's lightly-furred cheeks in his grip. "Open up for me now...."

"Ooohh...," Garrett's voice cracked with excitement as the welcome pressure returned to his asshole. It was warm and gave off a throbbing buzz, and he could tell it was bigger than before: it pressed against his entire pucker, demanding he let it in, and he strained in the stirrups to spread his legs for it. "Yes, put it in...."

"Mmm...that's a nice tight hole boy. Let me in now, don't fight it...oh yeah!" DeShawn pushed out a breath, "fuck you're tight. Work that ass." He slapped again, left, right. "Show me how you like that dick."

"Aaaaahh," Garrett groaned as the fat probe head began pushing in. "Oh God..." The stretching almost hurt, but it felt so good at the same time: he could feel his dick throbbing as it pushed in and opened him up. The close-in shot of DeShawn's hard cock sliding into Ryan's tight ass made him imagine it was his own hole being bred; he could even feel a slight pop inside as the fat probe head slid past his sphincter and began burrowing deeper. When it hit that magic spot inside he clenched his teeth and whimpered along with Ryan, and when it started to vibrate and buzz in time with the nipple pads....

"OH GOD! JesusyesfuckfuckindomeohpleaseJesusyesohFUUUUUCKMEEE!" He thought he was going to come for what felt like ten minutes, but the sensations in his ass were never quite enough, and as the probe sank in all the way all he could do was pant and grind against it as much as the restraints allowed. He thought he'd been desperate to get off during the last round, but that was nothing compared to how horny he was now. His virgin asshole had been completely unprepared for what the probe and that warm lube would do to it, and it was hungry for more. "Please," he whimpered, "fuck me." He worked his hips even as he knew it was useless, knew the machine would compensate for his motion to keep teasing him with less than he needed. It didn't matter; he had to try. The camera showed Ryan from the front, the same hungry expression on his face, cock dripping like Garrett knew his was doing, and just as desperate to get fucked hard. Both of them groaned in desperation and struggled against their restraints: not to get away, but to drive their asses back onto the cocks they needed. Was it the probe or DeShawn driving him crazy? He could no longer be completely sure what was on the screen and what was in the lab. As long as it felt this good he didn't care. Just don't stop, he thought.

DeShawn's face was flushed as he began pile-driving into the bound man's ass, the sound of their bodies slapping together clearly audible. "You like that boy? You like me fuckin' your hole?"

"Yeeess!" Garrett wailed, "yes!" Whatever Ryan said was drowned out by his cries.

"You want that harder, dontcha boy? You wanna feel that black meat pounding your hole, dontcha?" DeShawn slapped the pale ass cheeks, pulled back, and then without waiting for an answer rammed in balls deep, driving the breath from the bottom's lungs with a "wuff!" followed by a grunted "Fuck!"

Garrett thought his asshole had been opened up and ready, but this was a whole new level. He'd begged to get fucked, and now his wish was getting answered in spades. It felt like there was more lube in there somehow, but even with that all he could do was breath deep and try to relax into it. The mix of pain and pleasure was making his head spin.

"C'mon bitch, open up for me," DeShawn grunted. He'd gripped Ryan's hips to hold him in place as he started long-dicking the tight ass in front of him. "Breath deep and bear down. Let me in...." Ryan squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, and his expression began to relax. "That's it baby, that's what you want...oh yeah."

Garrett tried to follow the instructions--whatever it would take to make his ass feel better--and it started to work. It still felt like he had a tree trunk up there, but the pain was fading away and he was becoming aware of that throbbing buzz hitting his magic spot again. As he relaxed more the sleeve around his cock began moving slowly. He'd lost a bit of his hard-on during the assault, but now it was back and synchronized with the action in his ass that was feeling better by the second. The movement mirrored what was happening in his ass.

DeShawn began thrusting faster as Ryan loosened up, and his face was starting to flush with exertion. "Mmm, yeah, that's it boy. Now you're ready, aren't you? You want more of this?" He broke his rhythm to administer a short triple-tap of jackrabbit thrusts, and Ryan's eyes popped open.

"Uh huh! Yes sir! You feel so good sir!"

"Yes, so good!" Garrett echoed. "So good sir!" Oh yeah, the pain was gone now and all he was aware of was the feel of warm veiny flesh filling and rubbing, scratching that itch in the best way. Ryan's head sagged as he surrendered completely to being taken. Watching him, Garrett's own head rolled from one side to the other as the sensations in his nipples, his ass, his balls, and his cock built and built. "Aaaaannnnnggh! Fuck me sir! Any way you want, just fuck my brains out!" If only DeShawn were there for real, so Garrett could feel those rock hard muscles against his body, taste his mouth.... He'd never needed it this bad before, ever. He clenched his fists and swiveled his sweat-covered torso as much as he could in the restraints, trying to fuck back.

And the pace did pick up: DeShawn was pile driving into Ryan's hole as he built up to orgasm, grunting with effort as he pulled the bottom's hips back to meet his thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes!" he chanted each time the black furry pubes ground against his ass, and Garrett gasped along with him.

Suddenly DeShawn gave a shout and pulled out, frantically jerking his cock. Ryan wailed in frustration, but Garrett's cry was one of relief: the probe and the Dick In a Box had ramped up their synchronized efforts, and as the camera closed in on the money shot, Garrett came too. In his imagination that load was going deep in his own guts, breeding his hole, and he nearly sobbed with pleasure as he exploded. His ass ring spasmed and tried to clamp down, and the added friction just made the sensations more intense. "GAAAAHHHYEESSS!! AHHHHHHFUUUUCKYESSS!" His eyes rolled back as he came, the image of DeShawn's dark cock shooting its load all over Ryan's ass part of the orgasm rolling over him. It felt like it would never end, the goosebumps from it racing up his spine and across his chest. It was still going on, the aftershocks in his ass making his cock spit out a few more drops of jizz, when the video cut to Ryan's money shot. DeShawn was pressed up behind him, one hand pinching a nipple while the other stroked the bound man to orgasm. "Yeah," Garrett moaned in sympathy, "get him off good man."

And DeShawn did: a few expert strokes and Ryan was bucking in his restraints and wailing in pleasure--now Garrett had an idea of how he'd looked a minute ago. It was hotter than he'd expected, watching this guy get jerked off so masterfully. His own orgasm was pretty much over, but still.... "Yeah, jerk me like that," he muttered. Yeah, he'd be happy to let DeShawn do that to him. Especially if he could get that dick up his ass at the same time. "Fuckin' hot," he whispered as Ryan twitched one last time and his spunk ran over DeShawn's clenched fingers. The screen went dark.

["Well that didna go too badly."]

["That was fantastic. Great job on the controls Anthony--I think you've sold our man on the attractions of being a bottom."]

["It does look like he appreciates a brother's touch, doesn't he doc?"]

["Heh heh. We'll have to see, won't we? But damn if you didn't get him off to a good start."]

["Yes, really great work Anthony. Just the touch this scenario needed."]

["Thanks guys. Guess I'd better get him outta there for his rest break, huh?"]

["Yeah, looks like he's feeling a little sleepy. You know the plan; just text me if you think of any changes we should make."]

["Will do. Catch you later."]

Anthony hummed a little show tune under his breath as he watched the dorm room on his monitor. Funny that he'd liked musicals way before he ever got into guys, but he wasn't going to stop liking them now just because it was a stereotype. At least it wasn't "Cats" he thought.

And there goes Mr. Bigot now, he thought, just like Doc Medvedev had predicted. He'd said their little construction worker/cowboy would need some time to work through his guilt over his latest session, but that he'd come back to it sooner or later. Sure enough, he'd been pretty wiped out when Anthony helped him back to his room to wash up and eat some supper, but now he was awake again and skimming through the channels on offer. At first he'd just skipped past the porn, but then he began pausing on it longer and longer--as if the dorm rooms weren't wired up the ass with monitoring equipment. Dumb ass, Anthony thought, I was just a stupid waiter in Orange County, and I figured that out on day one. Not that it'd stopped me from blowing every dude I could get my mouth on that first weekend, he admitted to himself.

But Garrett hadn't figured it out yet: he had no idea his channel choices were being monitored, or that his dorm room had a live video feed hooked up, complete with night vision. Or maybe he didn't care if anyone saw him pause longer and longer on the porn offerings, or the way he started rubbing himself through his scrubs when he got to the interracial gay stuff. Oh yeah, Anthony thought with satisfaction, he is hooked. Good. He'd spent 6 years waiting tables for guys like this, or at least the Orange County version. Smug Fox News watchers who thought every brother they saw was ready to mug them for a rock. And now Ollo was turning it into this jerk's fetish. He rubbed his hands together, feeling a little like a supervillain as he watched the stocky blond cowboy getting more and more into it. Sure enough, his TV showed a scene of some white boy getting fucked by a ripped black dude. He waited until Garrett slid a hand down under his scrubs and started settling in for a good jackoff session on the couch before he thumbed the speaker switch. "Remember, it's about keeping him hungry for more," both docs had said, and he'd shown he knew what they meant when he ran the controls for the Orgasmatron. He went with his instincts again here.

"Garrett, remember the rules. Nothing until morning man, thanks." He kept his voice as bland as a PA announcement at LAX, but the cowboy just about levitated off the couch. He jerked his hand out of his pants and looked around guiltily, trying to figure out where the voice came from even as it dawned that someone was watching him. "Ha! Gotcha good, didn't I?" Anthony crowed (after making sure the mic was off).

"Uh, um, sorry," Garrett muttered, looking around for the cameras he'd suddenly realized were on him.

Anthony didn't say anything; he wanted to be a speed bump, but not shut this guy down for good. Sure enough, Garrett quickly switched back to ESPN2, but it wasn't another 15 minutes before he was checking out the porn again during the commercial break. At first he looked around guiltily when he started rubbing himself, but when Anthony didn't say anything he got bolder. These guys always think we're fucking morons, Anthony thought. Yes, I've given you a warning so now I'll just go on a 30 minute coffee break. He waited a few minutes to give the (dumb) blond some more rope to hang himself; sure enough, it wasn't long before he'd fished his dick out and had started stroking in time to the fucking on-screen.

"Garrett," louder and more authoritative this time, "this is your second and final warning. Please refrain from sexual activity until your lab session tomorrow." Not a bad Samuel L Jackson tone, he thought with satisfaction. Garrett turned red with guilt, but there was a bit of hunger there too Anthony thought. Perfect. He was hooked and didn't even know it.

Garrett held out for the better part of a half hour before his hand crept back to his crotch. He'd never gone completely soft after his scolding, and didn't take long for him to pitch another tent. He squeezed himself a couple of times, then jerked his hand away guiltily, looking around the room as though Anthony was hiding behind the bureau. A minute later his palm slid back in there, not gripping this time, but definitely exploring. He bit his lip, looking undecided for a moment, and then picked up the remote. He flicked back and forth through the channels while his thumb traced slow circles inside his pants; a dark stain had begun to appear in the cloth. For a few minutes he kept switching back to regular programming, but as time went by he lingered longer and longer over the porn channels--and there were a lot of those sprinkled in, skewed heavily to the themes he'd enjoyed in the lab.

"That's it, white boy...you know what you want...click the button...." Anthony could read the signs easily: Garrett's dick had made up his mind, but his brain hadn't gotten the message all the way. "There ya go!" Garrett's little head had made its decision, and he'd clicked on "Hot Chocolate VI." At least that was the title, but what he got was the customized content: namely, a repeat showing of "DeShawn and Ryan." The bull rider's hand gripped his dick hard, and the other one slid up under his shirt to pinch a nipple; his mouth hung slightly open. Well that was it: Anthony figured he had about two minutes to get down there before their boy busted a nut. And if that happened TJ and the docs would chew his ass out big time.

He'd read the situation right though--there was a reason he'd been assigned as the handler for this key experiment. When he opened the door (no locks) Garrett had his pants down around his knees, eyes glued to the screen as he watched a repeat of Ryan getting his ass fingered. His right hand was busy jerking off, but his left had slid down between his splayed thighs, fingertips closing in on his asshole.

"Garrett!" Anthony barked, "What did I tell you? You know the deal." He stood there, hands on his hips, copying DeShawn's scowling stance.

Garrett jumped, hands flying to cover his crotch defensively. "Sorry s-sir!" he stammered, "Sorry Anthony!" His face was bright red. "I wasn't--I mean I didn't--"

"Don't bullshit me cracker! You can't even keep your dick in your pants for four hours." Anthony folded his arms, making his pecs and biceps bulge; sure enough, the little slut's eyes flicked to his chest for a second. This was so damn easy.... He looked at the TV, feigning surprise at what he saw. "Can't resist that black dick, can you?"

Garrett licked his lips. "Yes. I mean, no. I mean--c'mon man, can't you cut me a break? Maybe we could, you know, work something out." He looked desperate. "You know, whatever you wanted...." His eyes flickered to Anthony's crotch, where what might've been the start of a bulge was forming up under the scrubs.

Crap, Anthony thought, overplayed it. Ty will be pissed if I fuck him in here. "You askin' to suck my dick little boy? Cuz you can't. No way I'm wasting a load on you."

Garrett's face fell. "Please man, help me out. I'm goin' nuts here. There's gotta be something you can do to help me out." He got down on his knees and made puppy dog eyes. "Please sir." His dick jutted out, rock hard.

Anthony rolled his eyes and let out an irritated sigh. "All right, maybe there's something--but you owe me." He scowled.

Garrett nodded eagerly. "Anything you want." His hand crept down to his crotch, then jerked away when Anthony narrowed his eyes.

"You're only supposed to get off when you're strapped into the chair, and your next run isn't until tomorrow morning. But maybe--maybe!--I could see about pulling some strings, get you rescheduled for tonight." He reached down and cupped Garrett's chin, gazing forcefully. "You gonna be a good boy while I do that?"

Garrett's face lit up with hope. And lust. "Yessir."

"All right, I gotta check in with a couple guys. You stay right where you're at, on your knees, and put your hands behind your head." Garrett complied. "Good. I'll be back in a few minutes. I find you like that, we'll get you in the lab for some relief. I find you in any other position, or if I even think you've dropped a load, the deal is off. I'll cage up your dick and let you suffer. Got it?"

Garrett nodded eagerly. "Yessir!" He clasped his hands behind his head and held them there.

Anthony gave him another scowl then walked out, closing the door. He'd give it about five minutes before he came back in; the lab was already set up of course, but Doc Medvedev had said it was important to keep this guy hungry. "Make him beg for it Anthony. He'll be real suggestible while he's on the drugs, and we wanna make sure it takes." Well the lab sessions had gotten him begging good; time to see what a live action encounter would do. He just hoped Tyrone could pull it off: their security chief was hot as hell, but Anthony wasn't so sure how well he'd pull off the role playing. "Just pretend it's TJ," McKinnon had joked in the staff meeting. They'd laughed their asses off, even more as Ty and TJ had turned bright red. Anthony hoped that'd be enough inspiration to make it work--not that Garrett seemed to need much convincing.

He checked up on his Facebook feed and surfed around for a few minutes before checking his watch and deciding it was time. He popped one of the little blue pills they'd given him--a low dosage, but it would keep him going long enough to wear Garrett out. He wouldn't need much help: if the guy wasn't such a dick about fucking a brother Anthony would've been happy to do him. Then a quick text to Ty to let him know he was about to take their man up to the lab, and he headed back into the room. Garrett had done what he was told, and still knelt on the floor, muscular arms clasped behind his head. His cock had softened a bit--but the cut head was still swollen, even if it'd sagged towards the floor. Anthony nodded in approval. "Good boy. You're in luck: I can sneak you into one of the labs. It'll have to be on the down low, but you'll get what you want."

Gratitude and need flashed across Garrett's boyish face, and his cock twitched slightly. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Mmhmm." Anthony radiated skeptical disapproval, but knew he needed to move things along. From previous experience he knew the little pill would get him hard at the drop of a hat (and keep him that way), and Garrett's tight ass, with its light dusting of brown hair, was a lot more than the drop of a hat. He didn't want their test subject having any idea he had any leverage, and a hard dick was a helluva lever. "Get up and pull up your pants. We're going for a walk."

Garrett scrambled to obey. Once he was ready Anthony made a show of checking out the corridor, then motioning the sandy-haired stud to follow. A couple minutes later they were in one of the labs and Garrett was shucking off his clothes while Anthony prepped the chair and stirrups. By the time he'd strapped the amateur bull rider in Garrett was hard as a rock again, and clearly dripping. Anthony had popped a rod himself by this time, but luckily Garrett couldn't see it, lying on his back as he was. Anthony hooked the IV line back up, and then pretended to fiddle with the computer--Doc McKinnon had said he'd need two or three minutes before the new cocktail started to work. When he heard Garrett's breathing deepen he decided it was time to move on. He pulled a tube out of one of the supply drawers, checked the label, and squirted a generous glob of blue goop onto one finger. "Okay boy, time to wrap up your prep." Anthony began rubbing the lube around the exposed pink hole, the sensation causing it to quiver as Garrett took in a deep breath.

"Oh yeah, just like that..." he murmured. He sounded a little bit stoned.

"Feels good, huh?" Anthony grinned locked gazes with Garrett, while his finger kept rubbing. The lightest push and he sank in to the first knuckle. There was no resistance, just a soft "mmm" from Garrett. "Yeah, you like that all right, don't you? Open up your hole good for me...yeah, like that."

Garrett's back arched and he groaned as Anthony worked a second finger in and slid them both deep into his guts. His balls were already pulling up tight against his deep red hard-on, their juice leaking out from the stimulation. His eyes slid half shut in pleasure, but his gaze stayed locked on Anthony. "Please sir, more..." he whispered.

That was when the lab door opened and Ty strode in. Perfect timing, Anthony thought, admiring the view. Ty was wearing the standard security uniform of blue polo with corporate logo and chinos rather than his usual coat and tie getup, and it was a good thing: the polo showed off his torso in all the right ways and looked sharp against his brown skin. His lean face, with its short-cropped black hair, had an exotic look Anthony couldn't quite figure out when they first met: African-American for sure, but... "Half-Korean," Ty had told him over beers one night, when Anthony finally felt comfortable enough to ask. "And yes, my mom's the Asian one," he'd added with a grin. "Classic Army guy/local wife deal: that's my folks." No matter the background, Ollo's local chief of security was a very hot guy--TJ sure seemed enthusiastic about their arrangement.

"What's going on here Anthony?" To the tech's ear he didn't sell the tone 100%, but Garrett was probably too stoned and horny to notice.

"Sorry sir, but Garrett here was having some trouble controlling himself back in the room. I thought we could just move up his testing schedule instead of putting him in a chastity lock for the rest of the night." Anthony kept his fingers moving as he spoke, provoking involuntary quivers from the tender flesh.

Ty strode over and stared down at Garrett, looking skeptical. "That true boy?"

Garrett bit his lip and nodded. "Y-yes sir." Anthony had crooked his fingers a bit to hit Garrett's prostate better, and it seemed to be distracting the young construction worker; the tech smiled inwardly at the effect he was having.

"Wellll...." Ty sounded uncertain, but Anthony could see a bulge forming up along his thigh. Holy crap, he thought, Ty is hung like a fuckin' horse! No wonder TJ had one of those standing desks installed a couple months ago. Anthony had nothing to be ashamed of: he was maybe a bit over 6" hard, and thicker than most guys he'd been with, but Ty was porn star big. A grower, not a shower, that was for sure. "We don't have a monitoring tech on duty at night, so there wouldn't be anyone to make sure the run was safe..." His long fingers idly traced a line over the nearest pec, raising goosebumps on Garrett's pale skin. "Sorry Anthony, you need to shut this down." His middle finger rested lightly on one stiff brown nipple, dragging ever so gently across it as he spoke. Anthony got chills just watching the foreplay, and his own dick was blue steel in his scrubs.

"Understood sir," he said in his best casual tone (he hoped). He made sure to work his fingers around good as he pulled them out of Garrett's greedy ass, and when they popped free the muscular test subject gave a muffled grunt of frustration and need. Following Ty's lead, Anthony left one fingertip lightly circling Garrett's pink hole, touching but not entering the quivering opening.

"Something wrong boy?" Ty sounded bored, but the note of excitement in his voice was clear to Anthony. And that horse cock was tenting out his pants now, the head clearly visible mid-thigh.

"Uhhhnnhh..." Garrett let out a quavering breath. "I'm just," he inhaled deeply, "really, really horny sir. I don't know if I could last all night. And--" he shot a pleading look at Anthony, "--you guys are really hot. Maybe I could, you know, do something for you?"

"Mm." Ty still sounded unimpressed, but he shifted his hand to begin rolling the nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger. "I think you've made it pretty clear you don't like black guys. Boy." Ty's anger wasn't faked for that last part.

"No, no sir, that's--you're both really sexy." He sucked in his breath a little when Anthony rubbed a little more aggressively, and another droplet pulsed from his piss slit. "Really sexy," he added in a ragged whisper.

"Then how come your Grindr profile says 'No blacks,' huh? Why should I let you anywhere near my dick, white boy?" Anthony sympathized with Ty's rant; if the docs hadn't sold him on the idea of a bit of a revenge fuck he wouldn't have wasted his time with this cracker either.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm really sorry." Maybe it was the drugs, but Garrett did at least look genuinely ashamed. "I was wrong. I'd fuck you guys any day. Let me show you!"

Ty barked out a bitter laugh. "Like I'd let that little thing anywhere near my ass! You said you were a top too: 'Top only, no fems.' You wrong about that too?" The security chief and the tech scrutinized him, watching his reaction.

"I...yes sir! I'll do whatever you want! You can fuck me--AHHH!" Anthony had just jammed his two fingers back in.

"Like that?" Anthony's grin was feral. Giving this guy a taste of his medicine was going to be sweet.

"Yes!" Garrett's eyelids fluttered as he tried to focus his gaze on Anthony's. "Yes, fuck me!" he panted.

Ty leaned in close to lock his gaze on Garrett's. "...With that fat black dick of his? That what you want? Two brothers breeding that hole of yours?"

Garrett's face was flushed and his pupils dilated. "Yes sir, fuck my hole. I need your dick so bad...."

Ty gave a half smile of satisfaction. "Yeah you do, don't you?" He stood up and unbuckled his belt, and when his pants dropped Garrett's eyes widened. "Well you're gonna get plenty of dick tonight boy. We're gonna show you just how wrong you were, ain't that right Anthony?"

Anthony grinned and untied his scrubs--finally. His own head was shiny with precum, and he moved to stand between Garrett's spread legs, groin tingling in anticipation. "Damn straight. Can't wait to get up in that little hole a yours boy."

Ty's gaze lingered on Anthony's crotch for a moment, assessing. "That's a fine piece of meat Anthony, but I don't know that our boy here has earned it yet." He looked down at Garrett's flushed face. "Show me how much you want some dick boy." He moved his hips forward. "Suck my meat." He didn't wait for a reply, but tangled his fingers in Garrett's hair and pulled him into his crotch. "Suck it bitch."

Garrett didn't need to be told twice. He craned his head as far forward as the restraints would allow--enough that he could take the first inch or two of Ty's monster into his mouth. As his lips engulfed the warm flesh Ty let out a satisfied sigh and began pumping his hips slightly. "Oh yeah, you do know how to suck a dick...mmmhmmm." He glanced over at Anthony and crooked a half smile at the sight of the tech's engorged cock. "Yeah, he earned it. Get on in there dogg, open him up for me."

Anthony didn't waste any time, just shuffled forward until his leaky head was pressed against that sweet warm hole. He was barely pushing and already he was sinking in to the lubricated warmth. He sucked in his breath as Garrett's ring pulsed around his sensitive head, stretching eagerly for his girth. "Oh fuck yeah," he breathed as the slick flesh gripped him. He couldn't resist any longer, and in one thrust buried himself balls-deep to the sounds of Garrett's muffled groan. "Oh fuck yeah," he repeated as Garrett massaged the full length of his shaft. "That is one nice hole you've got boy." Anthony didn't know what was in the IV tube dripping into the construction worker's veins, but it sure made him ready and eager to get plowed: he'd made the jump from a couple of fingers to taking Anthony's girth like a champ. He started pumping: slow easy strokes to break that ass in the rest of the way. The very first pass over the bottom's prostate triggered a muffled yelp of pleasure, and within a few minutes Garrett was trembling in his straps as his body tried to move to Anthony's rhythm. His cock twitched violently with every thrust, the liquid dribbling out slowly turning cloudy, while his moans got louder despite Ty pushing deeper and deeper into his throat--Anthony figured he must have a good 6 or 7" in there by now, with a couple more to go. Anthony had started making some noises of his own: whether it was good instincts or just luck, Garrett was squeezing and relaxing his hole in synch with Anthony's thrusts. Each time his dick slid through that ring it clamped down, milking him a little bit more and getting him that much closer to blowing his load. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up, and he grunted in anticipation as he picked up the pace.

Garrett's oral skills seemed to be above-average too: Ty's hips were rocking steadily and his eyes were slitted as he pumped in and out of the wet mouth below him. "Yeah, that's it...suck that dick boy...mhmm...take it all." Garrett wasn't getting it all, but he was giving it a good shot, cheeks puckered as he hoovered down Ty's meat for all he was worth. A fat line of spit had run down his chin, and his face was flushed as he rocked his head around (as much as he could), obviously getting some tongue action in with the sucking. "Mmm-mm!" Ty grunted approvingly, "Keep it up boy, I've got a load coming for you." He looked over at Anthony, who was pile driving in earnest now: Garrett's body jolting to a slapping noise each time he rammed in and ground his cropped pubes into Garrett's taint. "How you doin' dogg?" Ty's voice sounded tight.

"Gonna pop pretty quick," Anthony panted. He could feel his nuts churning; another couple of strokes and he'd be on his way, whether Ty was ready or not. They were supposed to try and come at the same time, he knew, but right now that didn't feel as important as making his dick happy.

"Hold on, I'm close too." Ty twisted the fingers of his left hand in Garrett's thick hair, holding him in place while he slid out until just his dick head was wrapped in those thick warm lips. "Time for you to get bred good boy. You want that? Huh? You want that sauce in your holes?"

Garrett nodded eagerly, an enthusiastic "Mmhmm!" coming from him.

"That's right, show us what a little pig you are." Ty wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking vigorously. "Show a couple of brothers how much you like taking it like the slut you are--aahh!"

Fuck this is hot, Anthony thought as he watched Ty's spunk blasting Garrett's lips and cheek before the cum-hungry slut got his lips back around the head to swallow the rest. The sight was enough to push him over the edge, and he shouted as he rammed balls-deep into Garrett's guts, seeding his hungry hole. "Take my load you fuckin' whore!" he bellowed as he kept up his pile driving. He wrapped one hand around Garrett's slimy deep red shaft and within two strokes the bottom shot his wad, white jets striping his belly and chest before Anthony was even halfway done filling his guts.

"Ohhh fuuuuck meee!" Garrett pleaded as Anthony worked him over. His head tilted back in ecstasy, and Anthony could see Ty's load coating his tongue. "God yes! Yeeeees!!!" His ass spasmed as his whole body jerked, and Anthony grunted at the extra sensation in his dick. This guy's ass might've just lost its cherry, but he was taking to his new role like a champ. Anthony rolled his hips for a final extra-deep thrust that wrung the last drops out of him, and was rewarded with a wordless moan as Garrett's cock coated his hand with one last dollop of warm slime. It smelled hot and raunchy, and if they hadn't drilled the script for the night into his head Anthony would've happily dove in to clean it up. But that wasn't what this training session was about, apparently, so he just stood there panting, letting them both enjoy the little aftershocks as his cock kept up a slight motion in the construction worker's slick hole. Garrett gulped in shuddering breaths as he tried to regain his equilibrium.

Finally Anthony felt himself starting to soften up and he slid out; a trickle of white fluid leaking from Garrett's swollen ass lips as his fat head popped free. Damn, that was a big load, he thought. He went over to the small sink for a quick cleanup while Ty stood there staring down at their bound research subject, hands on hips. Garett's breathing had slowed, but he still looked dazed; he barely reacted to Ty's half-hard cockhead lazily smearing its cum over his cheeks and lips.

Ty shuddered slightly as Garrett took the slimy head back into his mouth, but nodded his approval. "Mmhmm, you're good and thirsty, aren't you?" Garrett looked up and nodded. "Good, cuz now it's my turn to break in that ass." Anthony walked over to stand beside Ty; he could already feel himself start to respond to the sight of Garrett's lips wrapping hungrily around that monster. Ty draped one arm casually around his waist. "You ready for a switch-up dogg? Looks like you got him all warmed up good." Ty gave him a wink and a grin that Anthony read as an invitation, and when he leaned in Ty's lips met his halfway in a playful kiss. "Mmm...guess he's not the only one," the security chief murmured. He leaned in close and whispered in Anthony's ear: "After we finish this up you should come hang with me and TJ sometime."

"He into black dudes too?" Anthony whispered back. He couldn't keep a note of bitterness out of his voice: another guy with a thing for black dudes. Great. Better than guys like the one he'd just finished fucking, with their White Only Grindr profiles, but not by a lot.

Ty heard the tone and gave him a squeeze. "Nah man, not like that. He's into hot guys, and you definitely qualify. You'll see--he's cool." Ty followed up the comment with a nibble on Anthony's earlobe, tugging on the diamond stud briefly, and Anthony felt his dick jump a little.

"Okay, cool. But this is my last cracker, dig?"

Ty laughed. "Absolutely."

"All right then," Anthony relented, "cool." He looked back down at Garrett; the construction worker's attention had been too focused on what was in his mouth to have paid any attention to their conversation. And his focus was paying off: Ty was already swelling back up, even as the combination of dick and drugs were getting Garrett hard again in an hurry. Anthony was feeling ready to join them.

Ty was ready to move on too, and flashed him a grin as he pulled away from Garrett's lips. "All right boy, get going on your next cock. Show me it's worth my time to pound that hole of yours."

"Yes sir," Garrett panted, and craned his neck around in an effort to reach Anthony's dick. The tech shifted his stance to bring them together, and they both let out soft sighs as the rough flat of Garrett's tongue began swabbing the plump glans.

Ty was watching all of this with a half-grin of approval while he slowly stroked his dick back to being fully hard. He'd positioned himself between Garrett's spread legs, and his left hand was making slow movements: lightly brushing over Garrett's hardening cock and balls, then wandering below to tease his taint and slick hole before moving back up again. In no time at all they were both rock hard, waves of goosebumps crossing Garrett's lightly-furred abs each time Ty's slim finger dipped into his hole. Small muffled sounds came from his throat as Ty lazily smeared the fresh precum around his piss slit and over his red glans, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge.

The combination of Ty's little show and Garrett's hungry mouth had left Anthony with a raging hard-on again. He shifted his position until he was sliding smoothly into Garrett's mouth, his grip in the thick brown hair steering the eager cocksucker where he wanted. When he was all the way in and his black pubes were crushed against Garrett's nostrils, he held himself there, testing the construction worker's ability to keep the fat mushroom head lodged in the back of his throat. He shouldn't have worried: Garrett took him like a champ, eagerly breathing in the scent from his crotch as he wiggled his face and pulled another fraction of an inch into his mouth. Anthony let out a long satisfied grunt as the slick warmth worked his entire length over, from the fleshy lips squeezing his root up to the tight wetness stimulating his head.

"He's a helluva cocksucker, ain't he?" Ty asked with a knowing grin.

"Aw, hell yeah." Anthony gave a low "mmmm" as he pulled back out most of the way, then began slowly face fucking the man buried in his crotch. "He knows how to suck a dick. Mmm...that's good boy, keep it up."

"How's his ass? You train him good for me?"

"Oh yeah, you're gonna love it. Nice and tight, and hungry to get fucked. Ain't that right boy?" Garrett nodded eagerly and shifted his thighs apart as far as the restraints would allow.

"He won't be tight for long." Ty slid two fingers all the way in, a predatory grin on his face. "I'm gonna tear your little white ass wide open boy." Garrett's shaft throbbed in time with Ty's pumping fingers, steadily turning a deeper shade of red. When a third one joined the first two he gave a muffled shriek and a fat glob of cloudy fluid popped out of his slit and began sliding down his twitching shaft. "Yeah, that's just what you want, isn't it boy? Coupla fat black dicks shredding your hole, giving you what you need?"

"Mmmph. Mmhmm!" Garrett nodded eagerly and shot Anthony a hungry look before taking him down to the root again. His warm and eager throat welcomed Anthony's cock without resistance, and the tech let out an involuntary grunt of satisfaction.

"Better get in there Ty," he panted, "he's working me over good." He began pumping his hips into Garrett's face, his balls tapping against the drool-covered chin.

"Oh yeah," Ty muttered in appreciation while he spread some of the blue lube over his massive shaft, "here I come boy, ready or not." He began to push. Garrett kept up at first, but when the massive head began forcing his ring open in earnest he jerked and let out a muffled squeal. Ty paused, nonplussed. "Thought you wanted this boy? Thought your little pussy was ready for a real man's cock."

Anthony shot him a look. Hey! he mouthed, and gestured at his own cock filling Garrett's mouth. Ty cleared his throat and had the decency to look embarrassed for a second.

"Uhm. So what's the matter little boy? You don't like my dick in your hole? Coz if you don't we can just leave you here until someone comes by to put your dick on lockdown for the next few days. Should we do that?" He swatted one firm ass cheek. "Huh?" He looked like he was starting to get angry. The bottom made some garbled sounds and shook his head as much as he could.

Anthony decided it was time to play good cop. He pulled his dick out (it wasn't getting much attention at the moment anyway) and knelt to put his face up against the panting man. Garrett's eyes were squeezed shut as his attention focused on the massive slab of meat prying him open. Anthony slid one hand across his lightly-furred pec and lazily pinched a nipple, rolling and squeezing and demanding attention. Garrett looked over at him.

Ty kept his voice low, soothing. "Now listen, you're pissing Ty off. Why you wanna do that? Don't you want his dick? You sure liked sucking on it a few minutes ago."

"Yeah," Garrett nodded jerkily, "but he's so-ah!--big."

"Yeah, but you like big cock don't you?" Anthony leaned in closer, his lips brushing Garrett's ear, while his palm slid over and around his chest, soothing. Ty followed his lead: without letting up on Garrett's ass, he began tracing his own hands over the bound man's thighs, belly, and groin. Garrett was only half-hard, but he still gave an involuntary twitch of pleasure when Ty's thumb smeared precum over his glans.

"Yeah," he grunted.

"Remember that video you liked? How hot it made you? Remember how hard you came when you saw that white boy take that fat black dick up his ass?"

"Yeah...." Garrett was starting to relax; his dick had stopped wilting.

"Yeah, that got you going good, didn't it? And when I took your cherry, you liked that a lot, didn't you?" Anthony reached around and was just able to start working both nips while he kept talked. He could feel them stiffen at the same time he saw the blood flowing back into the construction worker's cock. Ty began to lazily squeeze it, encouraging its growth.

"Uh huh." Garrett's breathing was deeper. "It felt so good..." he said in a low voice.

"That's right, you loved it. You loved feeling my cock up your ass. Say it."

"Ahnn..." Garrett was almost fully hard again, and sensitive to Ty's hand. "I loved your cock up my ass. You felt so good...."

"And now Ty's gonna make you feel even better. That fat meat a his'll show you things you'll never forget." He looked up and gave a wink. "Ain't that right, Ty?"

Ty gave a squeeze, followed by a slow stroke that spanned the entire length of Garrett's shaft; the bottom whimpered and strained as the sticky fingers dragged across his swollen head. "Mmmhmm," he murmured, "he'll remember this all right." He pushed his hips forward another inch and Garrett grunted, but this time he stayed hard. Ty began rocking his hips ever so slightly, not pushing deeper but letting the motion open the tight hole up.

"Uhnnnn hnn hnn hnn hnn...." Garrett twisted in the restraints as his exhausted sphincter surrendered to the log battering it open. Anthony kept rubbing his nipples--they were like pebbles now--and licked the soft skin on the side of Garrett's neck. He tasted salty with fresh sweat. He jerked again when Ty slid the last inch deep up inside him, but now the noise he made was a needy one.

"Look at you," Anthony murmured in his ear, "you took that fat slab of dark meat right up your ass like a pro. Not many guys can do that, but you've got your balls right in his bush. You can't wait for him to start fucking you now, can you boy?"

"Uhhh..." Garrett bit his lip for a minute and looked up at Ty with a mixture of amazement and lust on his face. "It's so big...." Ty flexed his hips minimally and Garrett sucked in his breath, eyes widening fractionally.

"You wanna get fucked now boy?" Ty demanded. Garrett nodded twice. "Well show me! Don't just lie there. I'm lettin' you ride my dick and that's all you got? You should be begging me like you were when Anthony was finger bangin' you!"

"Sorry! You're just so big, I--ah!" Ty had rolled his hips, making the construction worker suck in his breath.

"Damn straight I'm big. But that's what you want, isn't it?" Ty rocked again, this time a little harder. "To get that tight--" thrust "--little" thrust "ass of yours--" thrust "fucked raw!" Ty's voice rose with each thrust, and when he bottomed out the last time the force rocked Garrett in the stirrups; he lay there with fists clenched on the arm rests and his mouth open in a silent O as the shock waves traveled from his engorged prostate up to his brain. Both of the Ollo employees could see the exact moment he processed the sensations riding over him.

"Oh God holy shit!" he sucked in his breath. "Fuck me sir, fuck me! Holy shit I had no idea fuck me please...." The look he gave Ty was wild with lust.

"Yeah that's right, you're my little bottom bitch now aren't you? Gonna turn you out for all the brothers and you're gonna fuckin' love it, aren't you you little whore?" Ty held still; he didn't have to wait long for Garrett's answer--barely half a breath.

"Yeah, do it. You can all fuck me, anytime you want. It feels so good, just fuck me!"

"Damn right," Ty muttered, and began thrusting in earnest. He started slow, but ramped up his assault as the last of Garrett's resistance crumbled and his hole gaped wide.

Anthony stood back up--Garrett didn't need any more encouragement from him, and Ty wasn't the only one with a dick that needed some attention. He stroked himself for a little bit, enjoying the show and the sounds of Garrett's growing desperation. Within a couple of minutes it was pretty obvious that Ty wasn't meeting any more resistance: he'd begun power-fucking Garrett's ass harder than any bucking bull had ever hit it. "That's enough of your noise boy," he said, and grabbing tight hold of Garrett's hair he jammed his cock into the warm mouth mid-shriek. Garrett didn't even hesitate--just clamped down and started sucking for all he was worth. His moaning didn't stop, but the slab of flesh in his throat definitely muffled it. "Mmmmhmmm!" Anthony grunted in approval, "you're one fine cocksucker boy." This wasn't part of the act: half of giving good head was enthusiasm, and Garrett had plenty of that. "Suck the chrome of a trailer hitch," he and his buddies had joked in high school; the phrase could've been invented for Garrett. Anthony loved sucking cock ever since he'd joined the Program, but Garrett's enthusiasm was a whole other level. Might be the drugs, he half-thought to himself, and then Garrett's nose was pressing into his pubes and Anthony lost himself in the blowjob.

The warm tingle in his cockhead was growing with each thrust, and he could tell he was leaking pretty good; he glanced over to see how Ty was doing. The security chief's hands gripped Garrett's pale thighs, giving him extra leverage to power fuck the ass he'd just broken in. He was breathing heavily but steadily, making little grunts of pleasure but not sounding close to coming yet. Anthony realized he was actually pretty close himself, and they were supposed to all come together, so he pulled out for a minute to let Ty catch up before he got too close to coming. He only gave Garrett time for one low "God yeeeesss!" before he grabbed his head again. "Get sucking on those balls boy! Lick 'em good." He pulled Garrett in lower and moved his tongue where he wanted it. It was a tough reach with the straps holding the construction worker down but the test subject gave it his all, nuzzling and licking between panted "yesses." Anthony could see the combination of special lube and massive cock was pushing Garrett close: his rock-hard cock glistened with cloudy juice, so stiff it barely moved when Ty slammed into him. Anthony was pretty sure that the moment Ty wrapped a hand around it their boy would pop. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the tongue bath his balls were getting, lightly stroking himself to keep the edge going.

Some time later Ty spoke up. "Anthony!"--his voice sounded tight--"You close dogg?"

Anthony opened his eyes and looked over; Ty's face was flushed and he was sweating lightly from his exertion.

"Yeah, anytime," his own voice was hoarse he realized, "unhh...anytime man." He shifted his position and in one thrust he was sliding back into that sweet warm mouth; Garrett took the whole thing like a champ. "Oh Jesus," he muttered, "gonna be soon though." Garrett looked up at him at those words, a hungry look on his face. "That's right boy, gonna give you all the cream you can drink soon. Suck it outta me...mmmm yeah, just like that." Anthony took a deep breath as Garrett doubled his suction; he couldn't always get off from a blow job, but no question: Garrett was going to get him there. "Take it," he panted, thrusting faster.

"Yeah, take it," Ty grunted, and rammed himself balls deep until his pubes were grinding into Garrett's ass. "Fuckin'. Take it." The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was clearly visible. "Blow your load Anthony," he said through clenched teeth, "I wanna see this cracker suckin' down your juice when I breed his hole."

"Fuck yeah," Anthony said, and began ruthlessly face fucking Garrett's wet mouth. "Show me how much you want my jizz boy. I'm gonna empty my balls down your throat. Oh yeah! Mm!" He could feel his balls tightening up, the distinctive tingle beginning and growing with each thrust, each needy whimper from the construction worker. "That's it, suck it! Gonna baste your throat!" He let go of Garrett's head to pinch a nipple with one hand while he squeezed his balls with the other as he started to come--that always got him off extra good, and this time was no exception. "Fuuuuck yeah!" he groaned, and unleashed as though he hadn't just plowed Garrett's virgin hole a little while ago. The first couple of jets coated the bottom's throat and tongue, and then Garrett couldn't keep up: despite all his efforts to swallow cum began leaking out the corners of his mouth. It looked hot as fuck, the way his juice coated the rugged jock's chin. On a whim Anthony pulled out and grabbed his shaft, squeezing the next blasts all over his face, painting his cheeks and nose and forehead, where it trickled down into one eye. Garrett squeezed it shut but kept his mouth open, trying to get some more of that sweet juice onto his tongue.

"Yeah, that's it! Fuckin' hot!!" Ty roared, "Take my load, bitch!" With that he started bucking madly, the slapping sounds growing wetter as he filled, then overfilled, Garrett's hole. Garrett started to groan something, but Anthony shut him up by ramming his slimy pole back into his mouth, forcing him to milk the last dribbles out. Anthony was just starting to come down off his high when Garrett gave a muffled squeal and bucked in his restraints. Ty had wrapped a hand around his dick and started pumping, and as Anthony expected it pulled the trigger almost instantly. Watery jets launched with each stroke, hitting Anthony's arm and even his face, Garrett's face and chest, the chair, everywhere. Amazingly, as hard as he was coming he managed to maintain a level of suction, his hunger for cum part of his orgasm. Anthony grunted in appreciation--you had to really love sucking dick to keep doing it while you were getting off, and without forgetting to be careful with your teeth no less.

The smell of spunk filled the room as the three of them slowly recovered. Anthony slid out of Garrett's mouth first, squeezing out one last droplet to smear on Garrett's stubbled cheek; he gave a little shiver of pleasure at the feel of it against his sensitive glans. He looked over and saw Ty was still slowly pumping, enjoying the last few tingles of pleasure from dropping his load; Garrett made happy little gasping noises as the massive slab of meat continued pressing his prostate. One last drawn-out grunt as Ty slid from his hole with a soft pop, and then the three of them paused, still breathing heavily. Anthony exchanged a satisfied grin with Ty for a second.

"All right," the security chief spoke, "we're done here. Anthony, get him back to his room so he can clean up and get some rest--he's got a long day tomorrow." ...And so do you, went unsaid. Ty grabbed a nearby towel and wiped off his crotch (his softening cock still massive), while Anthony did the same; Garrett lay there spent, eyes half-shut in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Let's get together sometime after this job is over," Ty murmured in Anthony's ear on his way out, "I wanna see that dick up close."

"Me too." Anthony wasn't sure about letting that log up his ass, but there were plenty of other things he could think of...especially if TJ joined in. "Absolutely," he nodded. "Absolutely," he repeated to himself as he watched Ty's muscular ass head out the door. He shook his head. "Okay boy, time to go back to your room. Like he said, you've got a long few days ahead of you." The look of hopeful lust on Garrett's face was priceless.

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A month later McKinnon and Medvedev were in TJ's office, wrapping up their final report on the SUBORDINATE GINGER project; TJ had a very pleased look on his face.

"...so in short," the muscular Psych department lead was saying, "our boy's shown a moderate reversion to the mean, but it looks like there's been a permanent shift in his attitude, directly related to his long weekend with us."

"This is great guys, really good work," their director enthused. "Get going on that proposal ASAP--I need a rough draft ready by next week when I head down to San Diego. Ted'll sign off on it on our side for sure, and I'm pretty sure the spooks'll bite." McKinnon stood and left, but Medvedev stayed seated; TJ raised an eyebrow.

"I wanted to ask about the transfer."

TJ sighed. "I know, and I would've said yes, but if this thing takes off I want you leading it, at least in the beginning. You two are my key guys, and we can't fuck this up."

"How long?" Medvedev's pale blue eyes hardened.

"Probably about a year." He raised his hands at Medvedev's look. "I know, I know, you hate living in shitty student housing, you hate working on another degree while you juggle your real work, I get it. But we really need you on this--you're perfectly positioned to find our next subject and work with him in the field." He reached into his drawer and pulled out a piece of paper and slid it across the desk. "Here, this should help with the roaches."

Medvedev took the paper grudgingly, ice-blue eyes widening slightly as he read it. "That's a lot of shares."

"All yours if you hang with this for another year. I talked to Ted, and he's got an opening he'll hold for you in San Diego. Director of Special Projects."

"A real director's position, not just a title?" He was skeptical.

TJ smiled, sensing he was winning. "Yep. You've earned it, and if this thing takes off and we lock in the long-term funding we want there'll be more of those--" he nodded at the paper "--on their way."

"All right," Medvedev grinned briefly, "you got me." His face turned serious again. "But just for another 12 months. Seriously TJ, I'm getting pretty old to look like a student much longer."

TJ grinned. "But not too old to fuck 'em, right?" Medvedev grinned back at that, a cocky look on his face. "We have a deal?" The other man nodded, and they shook on it.

The chief psychologist stood up to go. "All right, guess I'd better head back to campus. Looks like a busy couple of weeks."

TJ gave an understanding look; he had a lot to do himself. "We couldn't have gotten this far without you. Thanks for all your work Derrick."

"Sure thing boss." He headed out the door, a spring in his step.