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The LAB: CH 1, Perks, Copyright 2013 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.
Introduction: The LAB is the research and development arm of a world-renowned private pharmaceutical company specializing in drugs to help and enhance the sexual experience under the watchful eye of The Agency. The LAB also has a dark side, producing very specialized products to a very limited, wealthy and powerful clientele. Not every pharmaceutical company needs its own private army, private hospital, school, or campus, but then it is a competitive market and there's money to be made. Drugs like these are also powerful weapons - drugs that remove all inhibitions, biases and even rational thought - moving seduction, arousal and experience to a new plateau. And customers are requiring and demanding new and improved products. That means, test subjects and donors. The LAB can no longer rely on volunteers, they must research and select the best stock, preferably young men between 18 and 25 years of age that can disappear. And after the testing and training, the subjects really can't leave... there are secrets to keep. But if they are really good and well behaved, they may be redeployed helping the government and The LAB grow and prosper... and if they're not... well they do know how to serve.
The LAB: Chapter 1, Perks by Tripp Savidge
The handsome man behind the desk looked very angry. He ran a hand back through the neatly trimmed, salt and pepper hair making it spike even more than usual. It complemented the equally well trimmed beard on his sculpted face. He stood and walked around the large mahogany desk to be closer to the flat screen. Smoothing out his suit as he leaned against the desk. He had that slim European model look as though he could have stepped off the cover of any man's high fashion magazine. But he wasn't a model, not even close.
"Replay," he said. Anger and exasperation clear in his tone.
"Our feature headline this evening: Game Victory turns to Tragedy; striking a local football team and residents of Ridgestone. We are still waiting for additional details to unfold in the investigation of this horrible accident. Fire experts and police have been trying to search for clues but have been hampered by the remaining heat from the explosion. Many of our viewers were startled by the explosion late Friday, which we have sadly learned came from a Ridgestone High school activity bus veering off of Wood Hill road, through the guard rails and landing on fuel storage tanks at Baker's Fuel Supply. The explosion and fire ball that followed were reportedly seen and heard for 10 miles. Investigators say if there hadn't been witnesses, they don't think there is enough remaining to have been able to identify the bus. The real tragedy is that it is believed that 30 lives were lost. Initially the count was higher but some players, initially thought to be on board had taken alternate transportation after celebrating their game victory. Names are not being released until all families are notified. We will keep you updated as more comes..." Click. The television powered down and slid back into the credenza.
Bing. "Joseph?"
"Yes Sir?" the voice answered back over the speaker.
"Can you please find Maximillian and send him up to my office immediately?" the man asked.
"Yes, Dr. Connor, I'm on it," Joseph responded.
Dr. Connor walked over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city and stretched his fit and very muscular body. He was feeling this morning's work out and regretted he hadn't stretched more before coming up to the office. A big smile lit his face, showing off the perfect teeth and lighting is grey eyes. But the distraction had been so damn worth it. He thought to himself.
Bing, Bing. The intercom sounded.
"Yes Joseph?"
"Max is on his way sir. He should be here in five. Anything else sir?" Joseph asked.
"Yes, what do we have on the calendar for this afternoon?" Dr. Connor asked.
"You have a check-in with the Ranch at 1:00 then you were planning to go do lab rounds from 2:00 until 4:00."
"Change that, would you? We'll do lab rounds at 4:00. Block my schedule after the call with the Ranch."
"Yes Sir," Joseph responded.
"One more thing Joseph... block your schedule as well and ask Tony to cover for you."
"YES SIR!" Joseph enthusiastically responded.
Dr. Connor smiled again and laughed to himself. He was looking forward to it already and it would certainly help his mood after this latest fiasco.
Bing. Bing. "Maximillian is here to see you sir," Joseph said over the intercom.
"Thanks Joseph, please show him in."
The door opened, Joseph and his arm stretching into the room to allow Max in. He looked over to Dr. Connor and smiled, then gently closed the door behind the huge man now standing in the office. Max was nothing but intimidating to most men. He stood about 6'3" and was a solid wall of muscle, bulging in his suit enough that there was no doubt it was indeed muscle. He had short cropped, black hair and a perpetual 5 0'clock shadow. But that wasn't what made him intimidating - it was the stance, the attitude and the look he usually carried on that handsome face. Maximillian was ex-military, special ops, and it showed in every movement.
"Sir, you wanted to see me sir?" He boldly delivered in his staccato military fashion.
"Oh Max! Cut the shit. What have you done now?" Dr. Connor asked. "I'm assuming those new subjects you brought in on Saturday came from that horrific high school bus accident."
"Well sort of...we pulled out the subjects before the accident," Max responded with a smirk.
"Max! The Agency will have a fit! Are you trying to get us exposed? Ruin everything we've built? What the hell were you thinking? A bus of high schoolers." Dr. Connor was pacing back and forth in front of his desk, nervously running his hand through his hair.
"Blake, calm down. It's going to be fine. I managed the acquisition personally. They will find exactly what we want them to find," Max said in a calm level voice.
"Shit! You don't think they're going to notice the body count doesn't add up, no personal effects...what were you thinking?" Dr. Blake Connor leaned back against the window, trying to calm his breathing.
"Blake, listen, it's me. Don't you trust me? Don't you think I know what I'm doing or have the best interests of our family at heart? It will be fine. That fire was so intense, they can't possibly put it all together and why would they suspect anything. We made sure we had witnesses - reliable, upstanding people who saw that school bus go off the highway." Max walked over and put his hand on Blake's shoulder. "The best place to hide is in plain sight and we made sure that all personal belongings, clothes, wallets, jewelry, down to the last body piercing stayed on that bus."
"How many Max?" Blake asked in a quiet voice.
"We got a total of twenty subjects. We had six collateral, including the bus driver," Max stated.
"What happened with the six? The Report said there were 30?"
"No, only 26. The six weren't suitable, the driver was too old and on too many medications. Five of the subjects were also unacceptable, heavy drug and or alcohol use - too messed up. You know how hard it is to get clean subjects any more. The drugs and alcohol start earlier and earlier. Add that to needing guys who are in shape, pretty and won't be missed. Fuck it's a nightmare. Even in Eastern Europe it's getting tough. Soon we're going to have to start breeding our own," Max said poking Blake in the ribs.
"Heaven forbid!"
"Trust me. This was as clean as any take we've done and we got some good stuff."
"Ok. But if this blows, your ass is fucked," Blake said poking Max in his beefy shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises," Max retorted.
"So what do we know? Where are they in process?" Blake asked sitting down behind the huge desk.
"Still too early. We've completed the cleaning and prep, medical tests, blood work, exams etc., today they started on the psychological exams and should have those wrapped up tomorrow. Sorry I don't have the reports, they're still in process. But so far, it's a real nice crop. Only found one more we had to reject. Not sure how he slipped through, Carl researched every guy on that team thoroughly before the take," Max said shaking his head.
"What was it?"
"Drugs. Maybe he just started. But you know how you docs are about tainted subjects."
"Why so many, Max? It seems risky," Blake asked.
"You want the experiments to continue, the money to continue, our successes to go on? And keep the Agency happy? Well every group needed fresh subjects. Dr. Wakahisa alone, wanted at least five new milkers - Five!"
"What's he doing starting a porn dairy?" Blake asked laughing.
"You should know. Most of our drugs use semen as a base ingredient and as we produce more, we need more."
"Sorry, sorry, I do know... it's just the mental picture was too much," Blake said as he continued to laugh. Trying to regain his control. "So what else do we have?"
"That leaves us with 15 standard subjects, quality and best purpose to be determined and 4 oddities."
"Oddities? That needs explanation," Blake said with a look of concern.
"We also got the Coach, Assistant Coach, and two unintended civilians," Max said.
"Go on..."
"Good news is the Assistant Coach has real potential... in my untrained, non-medical opinion. He's hot, barely into his twenties, athletic, obvious jock in excellent shape, milky white skin, black hair, nice black body hair and bush, striking blue eyes, real nice cock and an absolutely beautiful round bubble but with a nice pink hole," Max waxed poetically.
"Yeah, I can see where you went. What about the other three?"
"The Coach may be a challenge. Early forties, real good shape, hasn't gone to fat or flab, muscular, a nice amount of body hair, well endowed, nice ass but... temperament of a Tasmanian devil and the mouth and vocabulary of a dock worker on a bad day. Violent, constant stream of threats and profanity. We had to collar him early and he spends half his time unconscious on the floor. We knew he wasn't overly liked as a coach but he kept the boys in line and for the most part cleaner than most."
"The other two were tag-alongs. One is a younger brother of one of the hotter takes, he's in good shape, great potential, golden skin, blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, good cock, real sweet butt and 'young'. The second is the Coach's son, on the heavy side, not in shape, but he does have good structure and given his dad, I think he could be whipped into something usable - oh and he does have a real nice cock, I'd say a good 8 1/2. I asked Dmitri to give him a once over and see what he thinks he could do with him."
"Ok, when do you want me to start the review? And do you think I should bring Joseph? He was spot on with the last three acquisitions. Nice to have the validation," Blake said.
"Let's start at 9:00; it will take a while given how many we have. Carl should have the consolidated results for the first batch then and recommendations on which experiment they best fit. We can take them in waves as he wraps up the data."
"That will work," Blake said pulling up his calendar on the screen.
"Carl, won't be with us on the inspection will he?" Blake asked concern clear in his tone.
"No, no. He'll stay in the control room and use the Bluetooth like last time. We wouldn't want to scare the new boys," Max answered with a laugh.
"Good," Blake said with relief.
"So, Joseph still doing ok?" Max asked pointing a thumb to the outer door.
"Yeah. Real good. Six years, seven months and counting," Blake said with a big smile.
"You are such a damn lucky fuck! We find another one, he's mine," Max demanded.
"You sure? It's not all sunshine and roses, remember those first three months? It is a lot of responsibility and you can't just put him on the shelf when you need a break," Blake cautioned.
"To have a gorgeous guy like Joseph look at me that way. Hell yes! Tell me, he'd do absolutely anything for you wouldn't he?" Max asked, eyebrows raised.
"He'd strip naked and spread his legs on the 50 yard line at Super Bowl Halftime, if he thought I wanted him to. Of course he would assume that I'd be there ready to fuck him."
"Yeah, what I thought. I'll make sure everything is ready for you and yeah, bring Joseph, if he can verify the boys' talents just means better success," Max said heading for the door.
Blake watched him go and thought about Joseph. What was his most successful experiment personally was technically a clinical failure. Dr. Blake Connor was working directly in the lab at that time, they were much smaller and he handled many of the cases and studies personally. There were four subjects and each was given an early trial of an injectable aphrodisiac that was meant to remove inhibitions, increase arousal and blood flow, dampen memory and pretty much make them a whore for anyone who wanted them for a period of 24 hours. For two of the four subjects, it worked exactly as expected. For the third subject, it lasted 48 hours and the subject managed to go through most of the team. The last and final subject was Joseph.
They now know that his genetics and body chemistry reacted differently. For the first 24 hours, they thought all subjects responded the same. Blake had taken boss's prerogative and selected to be the top for Joseph. He thought he was beautiful even then. Joseph had come to them as a bitter, head strong jock, from a well-to-do family who ended up on the street through a series of horrific tragedies and coincidences. He was in theory going to be going to college on a soccer athletic scholarship before it all went wrong. The good part is that it allowed them to pick him up. Joseph was six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, very ripped, tanned, washboard abs, perfect muscular bubble butt, and a beautiful 8"cut cock.
After 36 hours they thought Joseph and subject three were having the same reaction. Being the fool Blake was at the time, he decided he'd personally fuck the hell out of Joseph 'til he came around. After 48 hours passed Blake began to worry and get tired. Joseph was a great fuck but absolutely relentless in his need. Blake decided he couldn't keep it up and do his job so he hand-picked four of the hottest guards who he liked and wouldn't mind sharing with and had them take shifts with Joseph. After a week Blake pretty much had to live at the lab. Something in the chemical cocktail had created a secondary effect - Joseph had somehow imprinted on Blake. While Joseph would have sex with any of the others, he actually needed to be with Blake... every day... at least once a day and preferably two or three times. If he didn't get enough of Blake it was like he was being tortured, his vital signs would drop, and he'd curl into a ball and sob. This lasted for three full months, then one day after a fierce love making session, Joseph looked up at Blake, with very normal, big brown eyes and told him that he loved him.
Since that day, Joseph has been very functional. Oh, he still needs to have sex several times a day and it still needs to be Blake at least most of the time but in between he's absolutely brilliant. Joseph graduated college, grad school and is now working on his doctorate in chemistry. He's truly gifted with a slight disability that gives Blake the best sex life a man could ever want.
They had isolated what caused the reaction and so far believed the mix to be very rare. In the thousands of subjects they had processed in the last almost seven years there had never been another like Joseph. The condition was given the name 'Beta', describing that perfect mix of DNA and body chemistry that takes the 'Blue Passion' product and turns it into something totally different.
- Scene 2 *
Blake wrapped up the call with the Ranch feeling good. They were a sister organization that took care of Lab subjects once they no longer served a need at the Lab and couldn't be used elsewhere. With the Lab's help, guidance, and drugs, it was one of the most popular, and successful whore houses in Nevada. They had the prettiest, most enthusiastic boys who were extremely well trained in how to take care of men and very excited to do so. Some subjects could work in Porn and in the Lab's own on-line productions but the Lab was a little too black market for most of the big houses. They worked the small independents that didn't have the paper trail and hadn't become too respectable. A number of subjects were also able to return to a normal life if they wanted, many chose to stay and work with the Lab or one if its affiliates. The boys just couldn't give up the culture and open sex they got at the Lab. Oh and there were some sad cases, a few, that just didn't make it.
Bing. "Joseph, please let me know when Tony's here and you're free."
"Yes Sir," Joseph responded.
Tony was a good kid. One of the repurposed. He'd been a test subject for topical pheromones and aphrodisiacs. The personal impact to Tony wasn't too bad since he was gay and really got into the experiments. He was a natural and even without any products would drop for any good looking guy that took his fancy. Fortunately for Blake, he also was very good at being a substitute assistant for Joseph. He would also be one of the first to volunteer if Joseph ever needed a snack. Tony still had that 'twink' look but with his Latin blood, it frankly just made him hotter.
Knock, Knock. The door opened a crack. "Are you ready for me sir?" Joseph asked.
"Absolutely, come on in," Blake said as he headed to his 'private office'. A set up he'd put in when Joseph was in his 'delicate' period as they called it. A full bedroom suite and bath that let him stay at the Lab and enjoy the benefits thereof.
Blake had just reached the door and grasped the handle when he turned to watch Joseph enter. God he was beautiful, so athletic and graceful. Blake thought to himself. Joseph stripped as he walked. By the time he reached Blake's desk he was completely naked. Joseph jumped up, lay back and spread his legs wide, exposing his tight pink hole that Blake knew so intimately.
"Ready are you?" Blake laughed as he walked back to the desk.
"For you, always..." Joseph looked up at Blake with total adoration and lust.
"Not here stud. Let's go into the bedroom. I want to take my time and enjoy your fine wares." Blake reached his hand out to Joseph and pulled him forward as he sat up. Blake put his hand to Joseph's cheek, leaned forward and kissed him gently, savoring the taste of his lips and his tongue. Blake then led Joseph to his private rooms and the large king- sized bed waiting for them.
Joseph reached up from where he knelt on the bed and loosened Blake's tie, then pulled out his shirt from his pants, sliding his hands up Blake's muscular stomach to find his nipples. Joseph started rubbing and tweaking Blake's nibs while Blake finished removing his tie and shirt. As soon as Blake's chest was bare, Joseph leaned forward taking Blake's nipple in his mouth, while his hands unfastened the belt and clasp holding up Blake's slacks. They quickly tumbled to the floor and Joseph moved his mouth down to the bulge pushing Blake's briefs away from his body. Joseph ran his mouth up and down the shaft of Blake's hard cock pushing against the fabric, while his hands slid up Blake's legs finding their way underneath the snug bikini briefs.
By this point Blake was breathing hard and had already kicked off his shoes and the slacks that were entangling his feet. He reached down and started running his hands up and down Joseph's muscular tanned back, admiring the view and appreciating the glimpse of Joseph's round ass.
Blake gasped as Joseph removed his cock from the confines of his briefs and took him deep into his mouth in one motion. As far as Blake was concerned, no one gave as good a blow job as Joseph. His tongue and mouth worked magic, sucking, biting and licking while he slid the briefs down Blake's muscular legs.
Joseph took in the velvety smooth head of Blake's cock, savoring the sweet taste of his pre-cum, then reached between Blake's legs, cupping and squeezing his heavy balls. Ever so gently, Joseph wrapped his finger and thumb around the base of Blake's balls and pulled them away from his body, gently squeezing and tugging while taking Blake's engorged 9 1/2" cock deep into his throat.
"Joseph, please, not so fast, I'll shoot too soon," Blake rasped as Joseph worked back and forth on his hard thick cock, taking him all the way to his pubes then out again, sucking extra hard on his glans with each thrust."
"I'm hungry Blake." Was all Joseph said before his other hand reached up and started teasing Blake's pink hole. Joseph pulled back and squeezed some fluid out of Blake's cock, coating his finger then went back to his deep throat sucking, his lubed finger now gently sliding in and out of Blake's hole and his other hand still pulling and squeezing on Blake's balls. Joseph slid his finger in Blake's hole more forcefully getting farther and farther into that hot, tight channel. Then Joseph found the sweet spot and smiled around Blake's pulsing cock. He looked up into Blake's eyes and was very pleased to see the dazed look on his face. Joseph intensified his efforts, squeezing harder, sucking harder and used his finger ruthlessly in Blake's ass, rubbing and pushing on his prostate. Joseph felt Blake stiffen but showed no mercy, this is what he wanted.
"Fuck!" Blake exclaimed as his body exploded deep in Joseph's throat. Stream, after hot stream, shot into Joseph's hungry mouth and he continued to suck, continued to squeeze and pull on Blake's balls and worked his prostate. Joseph didn't let a single drop escape.
"Please Joseph, it's too intense, please stop," Blake begged, but Joseph didn't stop, he continued sucking, squeezing and rubbing. Blake was having trouble catching his breath and then he felt it building again.
"Mmmmm," Joseph said around Blake's still hard and throbbing cock. He pulled Blake's balls farther away from his body, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, then he slid two more fingers into his ass so he could apply more pressure to the already sensitive prostate.
"Aaaahhhh!" Blake screamed as he shot another load into Joseph's hot mouth. It was even more intense than the first and felt like the orgasm was coming from his very core giving up every bit of cum he had left. Blake felt like his cock wouldn't stop shooting. Again Joseph sucked deep and hard, taking in every drop, not letting up.
Blake felt his head spinning, the world was going dark and the orgasm wouldn't stop. Just when he thought he would black out... Joseph slowly eased his attention, releasing Blake's balls and gently sliding his fingers back out of Blake's ravaged hole. Joseph gently slid back letting Blake's still hard cock gently glide past his lips and tongue. Joseph tipped his tongue so the point pushed along the base of Blake's cock as it withdrew, sending chills up Blake's spine and causing his body to tremble.
Joseph guided Blake down to the bed turning him over on his back. He moved up straddling Blake, gently kissing his nipples, tweaking the nibs with his tongue making them hard and causing Blake to moan before moving in for a slow and passionate kiss. He parted Blake's lips with his tongue then forced open his mouth, exploring the dark wet cavity as if Blake had some hidden treasure Joseph could retrieve.
The world had stopped spinning and Blake felt his body relax into the bed, enjoying the feel and taste of Joseph as he kissed and explored his mouth. Blake's breath caught as he felt Joseph begin sliding his butt crack up and down Blake's still hard cock. Blake wanted to protest, to tell Joseph to stop but Joseph still had full control of his mouth and at some point had taken both Blake's arms and had them pinned above his head. Joseph's feet were pushing apart Blake's thighs as Joseph's body continued to rub up and down against him. Blake felt trapped, Joseph had grown so strong and had him pinned so Blake could do nothing. Then, Blake did gasp into Joseph's mouth as Joseph slid his own hot, tight hole down on the very sensitive head of Blake's cock. He felt the folds part, felt the heat of Joseph's body as it sucked in his abused manhood.
Joseph sucked Blake's tongue into his own mouth pulling and sucking as his ass sucked in the remainder of Blake's cock. The kissing was passionate, forceful and Blake felt lost in the sensations of his own body - then Joseph was moving up and down on his cock, squeezing each time he went up and descending deeper and harder each time. The kissing didn't stop but Joseph's tempo became almost frantic as he rode Blake hard and fast. Joseph sat back, exposing his beautiful upper body, the well-developed arms and pecs, accentuated by two beautiful erect brown nipples. Blake was mesmerized watching Joseph's washboard abs, stretch and flex as he rode, his own thick hard cock leaking a steady stream of beautiful clear pre-cum. Joseph had released Blake's arms so he took the opportunity and reached down and took that thick hard cock in his hand and started squeezing and stroking while his other hand found one of those pert hard nipples, squeezing, and pulling it to the sound of Joseph's own moans.
Blake tried to concentrate on Joseph but it was getting harder and harder to keep the rhythm and to his own amazement, he felt his climax beginning again. Joseph looked down at Blake and smiled, riding harder and faster, still squeezing Blake with each upward movement. Blake let go of Joseph and grabbed the sheets to his sides with either hand and then erupted deep inside Joseph's hot body. Joseph slowed his movement, milking the last bits out of Blake's cock. Gently, Joseph slid off Blake, still straddling him he gradually moved up so the tip of his cock was brushing Blake's lips.
"Do you want it?" Joseph teased, flexing his hips, making his cock rub across Blake's lips.
"God! You know I do," Blake responded.
Joseph reached his hand around to his ass and ran his fingers along his lubed man cunt and then brought them to his lips, licking the sweet cum slowly off each finger. "It's really good, Blake. Do you want it?"
"Please Joseph ..." was all Blake got out before Joseph moved up and pressed his hot, wet hole down on Blake's mouth. Blake wasted no time in opening and exploring the hot ass, he had just fucked. The taste of his own cum and Joseph together was so hot, so erotic and feeling Joseph squirm and writhe above him was so erotic. When he was sure there was no more to lap up, Blake gently guided Joseph's hips back so he could start working on his heavily loaded balls, then gradually moved him further to start licking at the base and then up the shaft of his hard cock. He liked running his tongue up the ridge on the underside, finding that sweet soft spot where the skin gathered at the base of Joseph's glans.
Then Blake took Joseph fully into his mouth, savoring the taste of him, the velvety smooth texture, the ridge of his head as it slid into his mouth. The more he tasted, the more he wanted him deep in his mouth. Blake flipped Joseph on to his back and took his cock deep, all the way to his pubes, so while buried in his mouth, the tip of his tongue could tickle Joseph's balls. Joseph gasped, letting Blake know his efforts were appreciated. It had taken practice, but Blake could easily deepthroat Joseph and give him the intense pleasure that Joseph delivered to Blake. Though Blake was longer and thicker than Joseph, Joseph had never struggled to take Blake deep - perhaps it was the initial drugs or just innate talent - but what came so naturally from the start with Joseph, Blake worked hard for with sheer determination. It wasn't too long before he knew Joseph was close. The years together had enabled him to read Joseph like a book and he sucked harder and deeper, sliding his hand up to squeeze Joseph's balls.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Joseph screamed. Then exploded, shooting hot streams of his sweet cream down Blake's throat. There was so much, Blake swallowed and swallowed and sucked trying to manage the copious amounts of boy cum erupting from Joseph's hard cock. Blake knew Joseph was done but he had to lick and suck more, he was hoping for just one more drop. Joseph's cum was precious and oh so delicious, Blake thought he would never get enough.
Joseph reached his hands down, cupping Blake's chin and face and guided him up for a kiss. "You are wonderful Blake. I would do anything for you," Joseph said kissing Blake. "I love you."
"I love you too Joey." Blake said has he wrapped Joseph in an almost desperately tight hug.
"Why don't you get a quick shower while I straighten up? You've got about 35 minutes until you need to be at the Blue lab for your production inspection," Joseph said as he climbed off the bed.
- Scene 3 *
Blake was just checking his reflection in the mirror when Joseph stepped out of the shower. Blake adjusted his tie and admired Joseph's lean muscular form reflected in the mirror.
"Joseph, would you be willing to do the inspection of the new subjects with me tomorrow? I know it isn't a sure bet, but with the last three, you were able to validate placement and gave us insights that the tests couldn't," Blake asked.
"Sure, if you want me to. I don't know how I can tell or if it will work on these guys... but I just knew what they wanted and what they'd be good at as soon as I touched them. It's sort of freaky and scary at the same time. That's never happened before when I touched someone," Joseph said hesitantly.
"If it works, great, if not, nothing lost. Would you mind coming along with me to the milking lab beforehand? Dr. Wakahisa asked me to tour the remodeled milking room and see some of the new equipment they've installed. He wants me there at 7:30 before the milkers are brought in and we don't meet with Max until 9:00."
"Do I have to?" Joseph asked in a quiet voice.
"Why? Is something wrong?" Blake turned and looked at Joseph who was studiously drying an already dry leg.
"No, but it makes me uncomfortable. I don't like seeing them in pain or hurt." Joseph looked up with sad eyes.
"Joseph, Joseph. Then you really do need to come with me. They aren't being hurt and the equipment is designed to bring pleasure. Perhaps it's a bit sterile and cold looking, but I assure you the milkers are some of our happiest and most contented subjects," Blake assured.
"But they don't live long, do they?" Joseph asked, giving Blake a look that dared him to deny it.
"No, not always. But perhaps we can introduce you to Darryl. He's been a milker for almost 5 years. And we're working on ways to improve that."
"I guess not seeing won't let me deny it. If it is important to you then yes, I'll go."
Blake took Joseph in his arms and held him tightly. "Joseph, I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. I promise."
END Chapter 1
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