The LAB: , Perks

This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of explicit gay sex with a strong authoritarian theme. Some chapters may contain, bondage, edging, incest, violence or other adult/fetish themes. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is coincidental. If you are not of the legal age to read adult stories, or are uncomfortable with gay themes, please stop reading now and close this document.

The LAB, CH 16: Life Events, Copyright 2016 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

The LAB Chapter 16: Life Events By Tripp Savidge

• Scene 1 *

"Go slow... okay? It's been a while and you said that shit took... FUCK! FUCK!"

"Don't be a baby. Keep breathing, holding your breath makes it worse," Blake said.

"Holy FUCK!" Max yelled.

Blake eased out and started again, pulling the muscled, hairy cheeks apart so he could admire Max's hole as he pushed his way in. "So damned tight..."

Max groaned into the pillow as Blake pushed in all the way to his balls. He slid his hands up Max's powerful back and gripped Max's shoulders as he ground his monster cock into the tight ass.

"This is revenge for that time I didn't wait... right?" Max squeaked into the pillow.

"Maybe," Blake answered, careful not to laugh because he knew that wouldn't be taken well. The small voice coming from the bulging muscled man beneath him - normally a deep baritone, was somewhat higher at the moment as Max dealt with the discomfort of having his ass stretched wide. Usually they had lots of foreplay, but not today. Joseph had to leave especially early to set up school's lab and Max said he wanted to fuck. Blake took him at his word and hadn't waited for the TM lube to loosen him up.

"Damn. How could I forget how big you are?" Max complained, his voice starting to sound closer to normal.

"Come on... I'm not as big as you. And it didn't seem to worry you when you shoved your dick in me."

Max made an unintelligible comment into the pillow.

Blake could feel Max starting to relax, his muscles were no longer tense and he was starting to lift his ass in time with Blake's thrusts. Blake leaned forward and lay against Max's back, wrapping his arms around him and kissing down his spine and around his neck.

Max started making small satisfied moans and was now squeezing as he spread his legs wider - encouraging Blake to thrust deeper into his ass. "I love it when you fuck me."

Blake bit Max's ear and licked along his lobe. "That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago," Blake whispered.

"That's when it hurt like hell. Now... it feels real good."

Blake nuzzled Max's neck as he slowly thrust deep inside the muscled ass, enjoying the feel of the powerful body beneath him - how the muscles tensed and released with his movements. It was a thrill to know how much pleasure he was able to give Max. And the memory of their early days brought a smile to his face. To think when we first met, my baby was an exclusive top. Wouldn't even think of letting a guy fuck his ass... now he can't get enough. Blake thought, taking a perverse pleasure in including Max in his count of men he had turned into hungry bottoms.

"Fuck me harder... so close," Max gasped.

Blake obliged, lifting his torso on his arms and slamming his big cock deep and fast into the hairy hole.

"Ughhhhhhhh..." Max cried out as his body convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

Blake continued to fuck Max rough and deep letting his own orgasm take him and pump his load deep in the dark, hot man hole.

• Scene 2 *

"I'll see you at the meeting. We've got a few minutes and I want to check in with Carl to make sure everything's on schedule for Drew," Max said.

Blake looked at his watch. He's right, I've got time to swing by the nurses' station. Damn but I hate 8:00 meetings. He looked at the folders stacked neatly on his desk and flipped through them. Claire had tagged each one, so with a quick glance he knew what was an 'FYI', what needed his review, and which ones needed signatures. Damn that was quick. He thought as he read through the quote and Vince's notes. They'd closed on the property a few days ago and Vince already had the renovation quotes evaluated and his recommendation completed, just waiting for his approval. Blake signed it and dropped it and the other approved folders on Claire's desk as he headed for the elevator.

Blake stepped out of the elevator on the medical level and spotted Ian as he approached the desk.

"Morning Ian."

"Hey Dr. Connor," Ian said with a huge smile and a little extra bounce.

"You're looking especially happy today. Something going on?"

"Shit. You already know don't you?" Ian asked with a disappointed look.

"Well..."

"Tank asked me to marry him last night," Ian burst out - still bouncing.

"And you said?"

"Yes! You already knew what I'd say, and I'm betting you were involved."

"Nah. Tank gets all the credit. Joey and I just helped with some minor refinements."

Ian wrapped his arms around Blake and gave a tight hug. "Thank you. I never thought it would happen."

"Some dreams do come true, and I like seeing my guys happy."

"Tank said you were letting him change jobs too?"

"Yeah. Max already moved him to lead the on-site security team. It gives him more regular hours and I think he'll like it."

"Thank you Dr. Connor."

"My pleasure. Any messages or urgent issues for today?"

"Just one. Adam, one of the students, has requested a sick appointment. Dr. Tanner said it was 'your' problem. Oh and just a reminder that Max wants you to do Mr. Miller's final intake physical tomorrow. He said 'it absolutely had to be tomorrow'."

Blake laughed. "Okay. And yeah, guess Adam is my problem. I'll have Claire make sure they're both scheduled. Anything else?"

"Not yet. But it is still pretty early," Ian said with a smile.

Blake noticed two large bouquets of roses on the counter behind Ian. "He sent you two?"

Ian blushed. "No, just one. But the delivery guy had one for a restricted area and I told him I'd make sure it got to the guy."

"May I ask who?"

"Sure. It's for Nick - one of the test subjects."

"What's the card say?"

"I didn't look! That wouldn't be polite," Ian objected.

"Hell, give the card to me. I'll look." Dr. Connor slid the note out of the small envelope and smiled as he read. 'I miss you every waking moment. Love, Ced'.

"Let me guess. It's from Randy, right?" Ian said.

"Nope. Ced," Dr. Connor said with a smile. "Things are going to get very interesting."

• Scene 3 *

Dr. Connor walked into the large conference room and was surprised to see he was the last to enter. Everyone else was already there and seated. Fortunately, it wasn't the meeting with all the department heads - that one lasted at least half the day. This was just his direct reports and a few key executives. He looked around the room, and decided he'd start with Katherine.

"Dr. Cable. Would you like to begin?"

"Sure. Nothing substantially new, but I want to repeat that I need new recruits. With current assignments, sending girls to the resort, and keeping the Ranch happy, we've depleted our reserves. While I know they're not your priority, when you want girls for testing or jobs, you still expect me to provide. As long as you don't introduce anything new, we have enough for current testing levels. Also, I really need more men from staff identified that I can pull in for training. It would help if they don't find women repulsive," Dr. Katherine Cable said with a pointed glare.

"Reasonable request and I apologize for being slow on the recruits. Max and I will make it a priority. I'll look through the profiles and see if we have any potential trainers not yet identified," Dr. Connor responded before turning his attention to the man seated next to Dr. Cable.

"Franklin. How goes production?"

"Stopping those shipments has given us a breather. Though I know that's not the reason we stopped, we're running low on semen so we just can't produce enough to keep up with demand. On that note, I'm a little worried about Sam's reaction. He took the curtailment of shipments pretty hard - and I really can't explain why."

"That's odd. Max you may want to look into that. He really shouldn't care. It's a small country and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have family there. I think we made it clear that when three world super powers tell you to stop all drug shipments to a country - you stop. There is no room for negotiation. We can brainstorm on how to boost Wakahisa's supply. He's got new milkers coming on line soon, but may not be fast enough." Dr. Connor said while making a note to himself. "Anything else Franklin?"

"No. Everything is going pretty smoothly otherwise. We did increase security and safety training for the drivers. Losing two men has hit the distribution team pretty hard."

"Make sure you keep up the sessions with Gordon's team."

"Yes sir."

"Dr. Gupta?"

"We're still trying to figure out what's happening with the lock and key drug used on the Findleys. I hate to admit it but we are really stumped. It should have been a straight forward cause and effect, but we're seeing serious spill over. All three are staying at heightened arousal levels even after intercourse. Good news is that the most serious effects are neutralized as expected. But we're not seeing any signs that the arousal or need is diminishing and it should have. We're collecting regular samples and watching - but no answers yet. Would you consider letting us use it on Scott Davis and his son? We're wondering if there may be a genetic component throwing us off. That's the only other father/son combination on the testing teams. Also if we could test it on the twins, that would give us a second related pair."

"Let me think about it and talk with Gordon," Blake said as he turned to Dr. Blythe. "Gordon, take a look at both Scott and Billy's files and talk to them if needed. I don't want to mess up the progress we've made, but if you can come up with a scenario where they can handle testing the lock and key, it would be a bonus. Same with the twins. What else Rakesh?"

"The other one challenging us is the new bait. We were trying to make it stronger, which it is, but it is only triggering oral. So if you put it on a guy's ass, his partner will rim him for hours but never thinks of penetration. So it's a win for oral sex but not a good replacement for the existing bait. The good news is the enhanced anal lube is a raging success, though we need to come up with a name, 'taking Max' or 'TM' isn't really marketable. And the other win is the new chip implants. They are working flawlessly. Though I know we don't plan on selling them, they do everything we hoped for and..."

Dr. Gupta paused as Claire came into the room and leaned down to speak to Dr. Connor.

"Sir, there is a call that you need to take right away," Claire whispered.

"Excuse me. Max can you take over. Hopefully I'll be right back," Dr. Connor said as he exited the conference room. He followed Claire into a nearby meeting room where she picked up the phone and connected a call, handing it to Dr. Connor. She gave him an odd look as she stepped out before closing the door firmly behind her.

"Hello. This is Dr. Connor."

"Dr. Connor, this is Mr. Smith. Please listen carefully you need to come down to City Hospital right away. There's been an accident. The female driver of your ex-wife's car and her passenger were in a very serious wreck. It doesn't look good. Get here soon."

"Michael? Is he okay..." Blake asked dropping into the chair. He heard silence on the other end. Mr. Smith had already hung up. Damn fucking agents! He could have told me something! Why is he even there or involved? Fuck, fuck fuck! Jennifer drives Michael to school. Blake thought as he tried to calm his breathing and decide what to do first. He looked up as the door opened and Max stepped in.

"Claire's freaking out. What happened? She said it was 'Mr. Smith' and I know that's bad regardless of what he said. I cancelled the meeting," Max said looking intently at Blake. He knelt down and took Blake's hand. "Talk to me buddy."

Blake tried really hard not to break down but knew the tears were already running down his face. "There's been an accident involving Jennifer's car. Smith wouldn't say shit other than it was a female and a passenger. I'm to get to City ASAP."

"Shit! Michael? Oh God no Blake. Well you sure as hell aren't going alone. Let me get the guys and we'll take you. Anyone you'd like to have with you? Don't worry I'll send someone to get Joseph."

"Craig if he's here."

• Scene 4 *

The hallway had never felt so long or alien as it did now walking through the Emergency Room. He saw the agent waiting at the triage station, looking very out of place. The guy was in a black suit that barely contained his bulging muscles, black shades were perched on his tanned bald head. This should feel like home turf. It was his hospital, he worked here, did rounds, knew the staff - but at the moment he felt lost and completely out of his element.

"Dr. Connor! I am so very sorry, we all are," the nurse said running up to him and taking his hand. "There's a man waiting to speak to you. He said to make sure you spoke to him first."

Dr. Connor looked at the nurse. Marcie? Maggie? I should know her name, we've worked together for years. Why can't I remember?

"Hey Mindy. Is there a place Doc can talk to the guy?" Craig asked.

"Yeah. Room six is open. I'll tell him you're here." Mindy said as she hurried back to the desk.

Max pushed Blake into a chair as he and Craig stood waiting. The door opened and the man in the suit entered.

"Gentlemen. Dr. Connor I assume? I'm agent Decker. My sincerest condolences. I've been asked to have you verify the subjects' identities."

"Dead?" Dr. Connor asked in small voice.

"I'm sorry sir. The driver, who we believe to be your ex-wife was killed instantly. The passenger made it through the first surgery but it's not looking good."

"Please take me to them," Dr. Connor said as he stood.

"Do you want us to come with you? Would that be okay Agent Decker?" Max asked.

"That's fine."

They followed the agent down the hallway. Dr. Connor couldn't miss the looks and the pity in the faces of those he passed. He knew these people and many of them had known him since he came to the hospital. Before it registered, he was standing by the gurney, looking down at the draped body and trying to get the nerve to pull back the sheet.

"Do you want me..." Max began.

"No. I can do this." Dr. Connor pulled back the sheet and let out a small gasp. Even with the separation, the harsh words, and hell she'd put him through it still hurt to see her battered lifeless body on the table. "Yeah, that's Jennifer."

The agent led them down the hall and this time Blake had to wash and put on scrubs before he could enter. From a distance, he couldn't see anything but the bandages, tubes, and equipment keeping whoever it was alive. The sounds of the machines, whirring and beeping seemed incredibly loud. Dr. Connor approached the bed and looked at the young man, there was so little skin exposed he still wasn't sure. He opened one of the patient's eyes and let out a sob. He gently lifted the sheet, pulled the gown up slightly looking at the young man's body to be sure and then tucked him back in before sitting down heavily on the floor.

Blake put his head in his hands and cried, he didn't care who saw or what they thought. He felt the arms around him before he heard anything. Craig was in a mask and scrubs and pulling Blake into his lap.

"I am so sorry Blake, so very sorry," Craig said.

"No Craig. I'm sorry and I'm so ashamed - I've never been so happy in my life and there's a young man dying on that table and all I can think is 'it's not Michael'."

"What?"

"It's Zeke, the neighbor kid. He's in Michael's class. We need to let his parents know and we need to find Michael."

• Scene 5 *

Dr. Connor sat nursing his coffee in the doctor's lounge. He wasn't sure what to think or how to feel. Zeke, short for Ezekiel, had died within minutes of his parents' arrival. But thank God, they had found Michael, safe and sound. He'd ridden to school with Taylor so they could take in a physics project for a big presentation. Diablo had swung by the school after getting Joseph and Chris to pick him up. The principal, Dr. Maxwell, pulled Michael out of class when they got there and let Joseph tell Michael what was going on. Now Michael was in with his mother, saying his goodbyes. He'd asked for a few minutes alone. Blake wasn't sure he was happy about it but couldn't think of a reason to say no. He'd left Joseph and Craig outside her room to wait for Michael and sent Max out to start making arrangements.

Blake watched Agent Decker, sitting across from him at the small table, intently focused on his phone. The agent had temporarily commandeered the doctors' space while Chris, Diablo, and a couple of the goons in black stood guard outside the door. Dr. Connor looked up as one of the guys in dark suits entered and started searching the room with an odd device in his hands.

Decker looked up to the guy and nodded. "Can never be too careful."

A few minutes passed while Dr. Connor waited impatiently.

"Clear," the guy said as he opened the door to leave. As he exited, Joseph passed him and came in, leaning down to talk to Blake.

"We're gonna take Michael down and get him some food. You want anything?"

"No. I'm good. How's he doing?"

"All things considered... pretty good." Joseph stood up and noticed the agent staring at him. "Hi. I'm Joseph." He reached out and shook the agent's hand firmly.

Blake couldn't help but smile. He knew Joseph had a powerful grip and was not likely what Decker had been expecting.

"Agent Decker. You're Dr. Connor's partner right?"

"Yep. That's me. Blake let us know if you change your mind and want something." Joseph gave his shoulder a squeeze and left.

"Damn. Nothing feminine about that guy." Agent Decker said shaking his head and looking back at his phone.

"Not what you expected?"

"Don't know what I expected. They gave us a quick briefing and warned me that I needed to be 'real comfortable' with my sexuality if I was working your case. Said that even the straightest guy begins to question himself once he's been around your men for a while."

"I assure you that your virtue is safe."

"Yeah... I'm not sure if that's the answer I wanted. Should we send a housekeeping crew to follow them?"

"Pardon?"

"Someone's got to mop up the drool in their wake. You've got a damn good looking kid Dr. Connor and your mate and his friend could cause some serious whiplash," Agent Decker said with a laugh. "Oh well. Time to get down to business. The room is clean so we can talk here."

"Talk?"

"Since we're here, I'm sure you already guessed that this wasn't a random accident. We have crews at the scene and at the house checking everything over. The driver of the vehicle in front and the semi driver that ran over the car are both missing. Both were stolen last night. From what we got from the witnesses, the van in front stopped, trapping your wife while the semi crushed the car."

"Thought you were guarding them. That's what I was assured," Dr. Connor said.

"We were guarding Michael and we have guys watching your partner as well. Your ex-wife wasn't on the list. I'm sorry."

"And Mr. Smith couldn't tell me that Michael wasn't the one in the wreck? That he was safely at school? You let me think he was in the car," Dr. Connor said letting the venom coat his words.

"You needed to react authentically. People are watching Dr. Connor. He thought it would look suspicious if you weren't concerned. Wasn't my call."

"Yeah. So now what? You guys think it was Corsic?"

"Not directly, but do we think he's behind it? Yeah. Cutting off shipments escalated things but as far as we or the Brits can tell, he's stayed put. Desperate men do desperate things and he's made some pretty powerful enemies. While they're letting him hide in their country for now, the heat has been turned way up and some big players are missing their shipments. We plan to be ready when they finally sell him out. Not really a question of 'if' just 'when'. But that's not your problem. You take your son home. Help him get through this. We'll have agents watching around the clock. Don't worry about the legalities and custody with your son. It's irrelevant at this point and we'll make sure everything is in order."

"He's going to need clothes, stuff from the house..."

"Give us a list and we'll get it to you. Once we clear the house, we'll let you know. But it is going to take a couple days."

"I never thought he'd go this far," Blake said putting his head in his hands.

"I'm truly sorry Dr. Connor. Corsic's a nasty piece of work and he's got even worse working for him. Several of his 'employees' are at the top of our most wanted list and hear me on this: they are extremely dangerous. Follow our instructions."

"Yes sir."

• Scene 6 *

Blake watched Michael walk around the living room before he paused and stood looking out the window.

"I always wanted to come and live with you..." Michael said.

"I am so sorry Michael. If there's anything I can do or say..."

Michael gave a nervous laugh. "Could you hug me?"

"Absolutely." Blake walked up behind Michael and wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin on Michael's shoulder. They were almost exactly the same height. God but he has grown up so fast. We'll have to make some changes, make the place a little more 'family' appropriate and curtail the PDA.

"I love you Dad," Michael said through his tears.

"Love you too Michael."

"Do you mind if I crash in my room for a bit? Oh... don't be surprised if Taylor drops by. He was with me when Dr. Maxey came to get me. I texted him to let him know I was here."

"Sure no problem, I gave your list to the agents. I'll let you know if they bring your stuff or if Taylor shows up," Blake said as he watched Michael head to his room. Blake found Joseph and Diablo in the kitchen.

Joseph hugged Blake and held him close. "You okay?"

"A little shaken but I'll be fine. Worried about Michael though - can't read him as well as I'd like. The reaction seems off, but I can't really say why."

"He feels guilty," Joseph said.

"Pardon?"

"You know things weren't good between them. It's been getting worse and they had a huge fight this morning before he left with Taylor. She didn't like him riding with anyone but her. He's struggling with it because even though he's heartbroken that he lost his mom, he feels relieved and a little happy about being with you."

"He's not the only one. She wasn't the same person I married and I sort of feel the same way. Do you realize this will be the first night he'll actually sleep in that room? It's been his since the divorce but since the judge wouldn't allow overnight stays..."

Joseph pulled back and looked Blake in the eyes. "It will be fine."

"We'll have to make some changes. Not very appropriate to have the guys making out with Michael here, maybe we'll have to be more discreet."

"You do realize Michael's the same age as most of the guys in our new test subject class? I think he'd be insulted if you start trying to hide things or act differently because he's here. He certainly knows we're lovers, and knows about the 'guards' as well."

"Fuck. I never thought of it that way. Can you do a little prodding? I have no idea if he likes girls, guys, both... if he's active. Shit, I know nothing. He'll be more comfortable telling you."

"Already working it. You should know he's watching a few of the guys with a little more than casual interest. Or at least the focus of his gaze tells me he's noticing."

"Diablo, would you mind poking your head in and checking on him?" Blake asked.

"Me sir? Wouldn't you rather send Craig?" Diablo asked.

"No. I clearly remember you were one of his favorites before you left. You've barely had time to say hello."

"Sure."

Blake watched Diablo head for Michael's room and turned back to Joseph. "So you think he might like guys?"

"He's at least 'noticing' guys. We haven't had any girls around for me to compare. Don't worry, I'll find out. But give it some thought, his mom kept a pretty tight rein on him, he might be overdue for some relief. What were you like at his age? Think he might be struggling with some raging hormones?" Joseph asked as he poked and tickled Blake causing him to laugh.

"Fuck. We are doomed. If he's anything like me... yeah... we may need to do an intervention."

Joseph closed the distance and pulled Blake into a kiss. "I love your interventions."

BZZZZZZ. "My phone is intervening," Blake said picking up his phone from the bar. "Hello, Dr. Connor speaking..."

"Hey Blake it's Claire. Max and I are trying to get everything set up. You okay with doing the service and viewing at Kipplewhite's funeral home?"

"Yeah. Certainly don't want it at her wacko church. Which reminds me, I've got to call my Dad and Krysta. As well as Jenn's sister. Unless you'd be willing to..."

"Not on your life. Your father. Your issue. I'd be happy to call Krysta but think she'd rather hear it from you. Same with Jenn's sister. You have an appointment at the funeral home tomorrow to finalize the arrangements and choices. They said it will take a little over an hour."

"Thanks Claire. I really appreciate everything you and Max are doing."

"Sure. Give my guy a hug for me and tell him I'll bake him extra of his favorite cookies. You want me to cancel your other appointments for tomorrow?"

"I think I have to keep the one with Max's buddy. I can still see Adam as well. Reschedule the rest."

"Done. Take care love. Bye," Claire said.

Blake looked up to see Craig waiting patiently.

"Blake?"

"What's up?"

"Gate just called. Michael's friend, Taylor, just came through. Do you want to let him know, or should I?"

"I'll tell him. Thanks. Oh and good news for both of you. Max texted that he'll bring home take out from the Golden Dragon. Joseph, can you find out what everyone wants and let Max know?" Blake asked.

Blake ran his hand along the wall as he walked down the hallway. Can't believe, he's finally here to stay. Michael is going to live here. I'll get to see him every day. Blake paused at the door, it was cracked just a little but he heard heated voices coming from Michael's room.

"What do I have to do? How many times can I say I'm sorry? I fucked up. It was wrong, okay? I get that. But you gotta tell me what I can do to make it right! I'm sorry! Please..." Michael pleaded.

"If he finds out I'm dead meat. You know what he'll do to me? I fucked his kid. I knew it was a mistake to come back," Diablo said.

"You didn't fuck me. I rode you. I believe when the other person is drugged and can't move, it's called rape. I get that, and I said I was sorry. It's just... just that I wanted you so badly and I knew you'd never make a move."

"Damn right! You were 15, a fuckin' kid."

"Why did you leave? Why not tell him yourself?"

"Oh yeah... that would have gone well. Hey sweetie, love you and by the way your kid just drugged me and had his way with me while you ran errands. You don't mind do you? All in the family and all..."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Ah come on Michael... I told you then, you are beautiful and for a first time, pretty skilled. But I prefer being a participant, not used. I love your Dad, and you knew that - I feel like I betrayed him."

"Please Dee, I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't leave again, if not for me, for Dad and Joey. It broke their hearts when you left."

Blake's mind was reeling. Everything made so much more sense, the pieces fell into place and he knew what he had to do. He quickly walked back to the kitchen and gave Joseph the quick version along with his plan. He then returned and started tapping the wall as he re-approached Michael's room. "Hey Michael!" he called from the hallway.

"Yeah?"

Blake pushed on the door and peered in. "Hey, Taylor will be here any minute. Gate security just called."

"Oh, cool. I'll go down to the drive to meet him," Michael said as he scooted past Blake.

"Hey sexy. You have a minute?"

"Sure boss," Diablo answered.

"Like I keep telling Craig... I'm not 'boss' when we're at home. Come on, let's go to my room. The boys will be here in a minute." Blake shut the door behind him and looked at Diablo, admiring how beautiful and exotic he was. His dark olive skin, the dark hair, sculpted body and bedroom eyes.

"Was there something wrong Blake?" Diablo asked in his deep bedroom voice, made even steamier by the hint of accent.

"No. I think thing are finally going to be just right." Blake approached and wrapped his arms around Diablo, pulling him into a kiss. He thought of how much he missed his Latin lover, how much he loved him and how he planned to never let him get away again. He channeled it into his kiss and his hands that roamed over Dee's body.

"Blake?" Diablo asked uncertainly as he caught his breath, his body already responding to Blake.

"You should have told me," Blake said as he grabbed Dee tighter and kissed him again, working his hand down to Dee's crotch and squeezing and stroking his growing manhood.

Diablo stiffened and tried to pull away. "Told you what?"

"No Dee. No more running. I let you get away once, not happening again." Blake had Dee's fly open and was actively stroking him.

"But..." Diablo tried to protest between kisses.

"It was wrong of Michael. Not your fault. What can I say when he proves that he is truly my son?" Blake slid Diablo's pants down and then his underwear, pushing him back onto the bed. Then finished pulling his remaining clothes off. "Can't blame him for his good taste. I'd do some pretty crazy things to get you," Blake said before taking Diablo in his mouth.

"You're not angry?"

"With Michael, yes. You, no. Now shut the fuck up and let me worship your body."

Blake pushed Diablo farther up on the bed as he wrapped his arms around his thighs and buried his face in Diablo's crotch. He kissed and sucked at the heavy balls, then licked up the dark golden shaft and took it in his mouth. Blake savored the velvety texture, the sweet taste of Diablo's pre-cum already leaking and went down to the base, letting the hard cock slide into his throat. He began sucking in earnest as he held the beautiful body tightly in his arms. He loved the tickle of Diablo's thick black bush and the sexy, musky scent.

"I don't understand," Diablo managed to get out.

"You don't understand how much I want you?" Blake asked as he took a break and looked up the ripped abs and sculpted chest to see those dark eyes looking down at him.

"No... well that too, but why aren't you angry?"

"From what I heard. He drugged you. We'll talk more about that later. That could have gone really badly. I know you and while I wouldn't have minded you fucking him, you'd have asked first. I'm just glad I know what happened and that I can fix it. I've missed you." Blake tilted Diablo's ass up so he could rim him and began biting and licking at his crack.

"I love you," Diablo said quietly.

Blake heard the catch in his voice and moved up to lay on top of him and kissed him gently. "I love you too Dee. You should have told us." Blake kissed him again then licked away the tears. "Joey said I could have you to myself this time, but next time he wants to be with us. You cool with that?"

What came out wasn't coherent, but Blake decided to just swallow the tears with his kisses and hold the man tightly. Blake moved down kissing Diablo's neck then his chest. He sucked and licked the dark nipples then moved back to Diablo's cock, making sure it was hard and wet. Blake stood and pulled off his shirt, then unfastened his pants and slid them and the thong off, tossing them to the side. He enjoyed how Diablo watched him, seeing the hunger and lust in those dark eyes was something he'd longed for.

Blake straddled Diablo and ran his ass up and down against the hard cock.

"But don't you want to fuck me?" Diablo asked looking up at Blake.

"Most definitely. But right now... I want you inside me," Blake said as he held the hard cock against his ass and began working it in. It took some effort but Diablo was wet enough he managed to get him in and slowly started taking the cock deeper and deeper into his ass until he could sit down all the way to Diablo's balls. "I've missed you."

"Fuck. How do you stay so tight? It's even better than I remembered..."

Blake leaned forward and kissed Diablo again before he started riding and milking the hard cock in his ass. Diablo felt good, not too big, just the right size for Blake to grind on him and tease him with his ass. He slid up and down running his hands over the beautiful body and relishing every sensation.

"I'm going to cum," Diablo said, his dark eyes wide in the heat of his lust.

"Cum inside me Dee. I want you to fill me with your sweet seed. Claim me as yours."

Blake rode harder and faster and felt the tremor in Diablo's muscles as he orgasmed, gasping in pleasure as he lifted off the bed with the intense eruption. Blake continued squeezing and milking the cock.

"Stop! Stop! Too much." Diablo protested.

"Soon..." Blake said as he gently slowed his rhythm and stroked the shaft with his creamy ass. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Please. It's been too long."

Blake scooped up some of the jiz from his ass and worked it into Diablo's tight hole, Sliding one finger in, then two, opening up the dark hole. "So pretty."

"Please Blake. I want you to fuck me."

"Like this, or you prefer a different position?"

"No. Like this. I want to be able to see you and kiss you."

Blake put his cock to the slicked hole and gently began working his way in.

"Fuck, you are so damned big."

"You used to like that."

"I still do. Just out of practice," Diablo gasped.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you don't get too tight again." With that said, he pushed the rest of the way in and kissed Diablo hard to swallow his protests. He continued kissing, sucking at Diablo's tongue as he gently started sliding in and out of the tight ass.

"One of the best holes of anyone I know," Blake whispered.

"Fuck. You're so deep and so fucking thick."

"You have the sweetest pillow talk."

Blake started thrusting harder and faster as he felt his orgasm build. He wanted it to last but the ass was just too tight and too hot. The sensation was intense and he knew he couldn't last. He thrusted hard and deep and felt himself explode deep inside Diablo's beautiful body. He let his body continue to pump his load inside as he collapsed on top of Diablo and held him.

"That was a new record for you," Diablo chuckled.

"That's just a sign of how truly incredible your ass is. I'll have to build back up again. You up to it?"

"Hell yes!"

• Scene 7 *

Blake finished cleaning up from dinner and watched the guys in the next room. He couldn't help but smile.

"I swear, put them in front of a game console and the average age drops to 12," Max laughed wrapping an arm around Blake.

"Yeah, but it's so great to see them laugh. And Craig is taking this competitive thing pretty seriously." All four of them; Craig, Joseph, Michael, and Taylor, were screaming and yelling as they battled it out on Smash Bros. Diablo was sitting quietly off to the side watching.

"Ha! You'd understand if you knew the wager."

"Wager?"

"Joseph and Craig made a bet that the winner gets to top the loser," Max said.

"Shit, no losers on that one. Tell me Michael and Taylor don't know about this bet..."

"Oh no, they absolutely know. Michael thought it was hysterical and Taylor blushed something fierce but his smile said he enjoyed it. Don't know if you've noticed but I think he's got eyes for your boy. Joseph noticed it too."

"God. I hope he doesn't tell his parents about the bet. They'll never let him come back."

"You worry too much," Max said as he turned Blake to face him. "Hey, is Diablo okay? He seems a little distracted."

"I'll tell you later. It'll all work out but I'll need your help brainstorming some things."

"Ooooooohhh, a mystery."

"So what do you think of Taylor?"

"That's pretty open ended... He's cute, late bloomer, obviously. What are you asking?"

"Joseph noticed Michael's more than a little attentive to our men and the focus of his attention isn't on their brain power and words of wisdom."

"Crotch watching?" Max asked.

"Most definitely. I thought if we could push someone his own age it might take off some of the pressure. If Taylor might be interested I could maybe coax things along. I know I'd fuck him in a New York minute."

"Are you sure Michael's interested?"

"No, but I'm not thinking about long-term relationships, maybe a few good fuck-buddies."

"It would be a good distraction. Maybe help ease the adjustment and let your guys breathe a little easier. Not that they'd object but no one's going to touch him without your written permission and guarantees of immunity."

"Yeah, believe me I understand that one." Blake said out loud, while thinking, If Diablo is any example, I'm going to have to manage this very carefully.

"Have you called him yet? Or are you still stalling?"

Blake couldn't help but scowl at Max. "You're mean."

Max just raised an eyebrow and made a show of pulling the phone out of Blake's pocket, while grabbing his ass with the other hand. "Not going to get any easier."

"I know. I know. I did call Krysta. She and Brent will be here tomorrow and I got a hold of Heather's partner. She said she'd have Heather call me back but she thought Heather would want to come down for the service."

"Do we need to prep the guest room?"

"Joseph already did but I don't know if Krysta will want to stay here or not. She gets a little antsy with all the security." Blake took a deep breath and pressed call.

Just as he was sure it was going to drop into voice mail a gruff voice answered. "Hello."

"Hi Dad, it's Blake."

"Why you calling?"

"It's Jennifer dad, she was killed in a car wreck. It wasn't an accident."

"About damn time. If you'd have listened to me this would have been taken care of years ago. Michael okay?"

"Yeah, a classmate of Michael's was in the car with her and also killed but Michael's fine."

"He with you now?"

"Yes Dad."

"Good. I'll be there tomorrow. Can I still use the apartment?"

"It's your apartment Dad, yes you can stay there."

"Not really. It became yours when you bought me out. You should take it over. I can stay in hotel if I need to. By the way, we moved your mother to the sanitarium yesterday."

"What changed?" Blake asked, his head reeling as he tried to keep up with his father's style of conversation.

"She's still declining and it was getting to be too much for Gabriel and me to handle. I told Gabriel to move out. This should be good timing, he can move out while I'm visiting you and Michael."

"Dad! Why would you tell him to move out? Have you lost your mind?"

"Looks bad. People will start to talk... what with your mother being moved out, there's no reason to justify him living here."

"You love him. He's been with you... what, almost 19 years. He worships the ground you walk on. You can't throw that away!"

"Already done. I have a reputation Blake. Can't have the guys at the Club or the Hospital start gossiping."

"Dad, after this many years I think they've all figured it out."

"It's not open for discussion. I'll call you when I arrive."

Blake stared at the phone as his father ended the call. Pulled up the directory and called Gabriel.

"Hello."

"Hey buddy, it's Blake, can you talk?"

"Yeah. I'm in my room packing. You heard?" Gabriel asked, the emotion on top of his accent making him difficult to understand.

"You been taking the pills I sent you, right?"

"Yes. A lot of good that did me right?"

"You and dad been... you know?"

"Yeah. Pretty much every day. I've also been giving him the stuff in his juice every day just like you said to."

"Okay. Tomorrow after he leaves I'm going to send a crew over to help you get your stuff packed. But listen, pack what you need for the next two weeks separately. I'll have Clair give you a call and get you tickets and set up everything for you to come out here for a bit."

"Why Blake? I need to find a job, a place to live... I don't have money saved up for a vacation."

"I'll take care of it. If you want, you can stay at the dorm. That way you're not by yourself. Worst case, you can come and work for me. But I don't think it will come to that. Gabe, Dad loves you. I don't know why he's being stupid but we can fix it. Besides, you need a break and Michael would love to see you."

"What if I run into him?"

"That's even better. But the dorm is in a separate building. You don't even have to go through the tower building if you don't want to. But having him see you might be exactly what we need."

• Scene 8 *

"My goodness, look at you! I swear you get sexier every time I see you!" Claire gushed.

"Come on Miss Claire, it's only been a couple months," Michael retorted blushing bright red.

"I bet you're leaving a trail of girls with broken hearts in your wake... or wait, is it a trail of boys, or maybe you're like your dad and it's both!" she teased.

"Miss Claire! I can swear there's no one who has even noticed me. I think they all think I look exactly the same as I did in middle school."

Claire hugged Michael and pulled him down to kiss him soundly on the forehead. "Maybe. But that's their loss. You're stunning and if you were a little older I'd prove it to you."

Blake burst out laughing because the look on Michael's face was priceless. Sort of a mix of horror and pride at the same time, battling with his embarrassment.

"I made you your favorite cookies, and I promise to make more when those are gone," she said handing him the box. "I am so sorry baby." She hugged him again.

Blake saw Michael struggling to maintain his composure. In some ways Claire had been a second mother to him since the divorce, always fussing over him and making sure he was well cared for whenever he spent time with Blake.

"You can hang out in my office or the suite - no game console but there are movies. I've got a couple of people I need to see - then remind me when I get back, we need to check Grandpa's apartment and make sure it's ready for him. And remember, don't go anywhere without one of the guards."

"Dad relax, I'll be fine."

• Scene 9 *

Blake knocked softly on the exam room door.

"Come in."

"Good morning Adam," Dr. Connor said pulling out his tablet. "What seems to be the problem?" He looked at the muscled young man on the exam table and tried to keep a straight face. Adam was a big guy, Indian/American mix, with medium skin tone, dark hair and dark eyes. Though hidden under his t-shirt and jeans, Blake also knew he had a very nice round ass and an ample endowment.

"I still can't orgasm sir."

"And?"

"It's been several more days and I still haven't had an orgasm, I think something must be broken. I get really close. More like I stay really close, almost there but then nothing."

"Are you having any pain? I see you're still receiving anal stimulation, and still spending three hours on the simulators. Though you're no longer receiving penile stimulation or milking."

"No and that's what makes it worse. Even if no one touches me, I get really close from the guys... you know... taking me, but I just sort of reach the peak and then hang there. If anything it's even more sensitive than it was before."

"Have you notice any leakage?"

Adam turned his face away and blushed. "Yeah. A lot. Not just pre-cum. Usually by the time they unhook me there's a puddle of jiz that leaks out. Same at night. I wake up and there's a huge wet spot of jiz on my bed. But no orgasm."

"Sounds like everything is perfectly normal to me. Why are you worried?"

"No orgasm? That's just not right. There's got to be something wrong," Adam protested.

"Not really. We're suppressing your orgasms unless you initiate man-to- man intimacy."

"Having a guy's thing up your butt is pretty man-to-man and intimate in my book!"

"Adam, you're just a passive participant. It's not something you initiate - you don't really have a choice. Same is true with the simulators."

"But I don't do guys."

"Exactly. And until you do, you won't have an orgasm," Dr. Connor said with a smile.

"What the fuck?" Adam said with a look of horror.

"What part didn't you understand?"

"So what do I have to do, exactly?"

"You must willingly and purposefully initiate sex with another man. You have very carefully avoided any intimacy with your roommate Daniel when your chastity devices are removed. Though with the devices on, you seem okay with 'pretending'."

"I can't sir. But you're saying if he goes down on me, I'll get an orgasm?"

Blake laughed and then gave Adam a stern look. "No. Not that simple. If you were to give him a blowjob first, then he reciprocated, yes you would have an orgasm. There's got to be something in it for him. That's why pretending to fuck him with the lock on doesn't work."

"But he got off! What if I fucked him, like for real?" Adam asked as he started considering the possibilities.

"If he offered and was willing, maybe. But again, why should he? Especially with the way you've been treating him, it would be more likely if you let him fuck you first. You'll have to earn the right to have an orgasm Adam. It doesn't have to be Daniel, you can initiate with anyone. But you haven't exactly made yourself the most popular guy."

Adam frowned as he realized how he'd boxed himself into a corner. "I didn't even know you could do that to a guy... So, is there anyone else who is having the same, uhm... problem as me?"

"Oh, I think Mal understands your situation very well. Perhaps you two could work something out?"

"Fuck," Adam said as the implication hit him.

Yeah, now you get it. Your best and most likely option for quick relief is the other straight guy who refuses to give in. But if you fuck each other, you find relief and do exactly what you swore you wouldn't do. Blake thought with a great amount of enjoyment.

"So do you let me go back to 'normal' once I initiate something? And how? We're locked up and we don't get time together."

"God no. Once you've made it a good solid habit and stop fighting, maybe. But I think you'll have to initiate many, many times before we ever consider removing the suppression. If you want to hook up with Mal, just let the guard know, we'll make sure you get the chance. Remember what we told you on day one. There's always a price to pay when you don't cooperate. But not to worry, you are in fine health and as long as you keep leaking, there's not a problem. You don't ever have to have an orgasm again. The choice is yours. But do realize there is one side effect."

"Yeah?"

"As your body begins to realize that there is no penile stimulation and orgasms aren't going to happen. It will re-route your sensory perception to increase the pleasure you get from being fucked and make you more attuned to those stimulations. Your penis will become less sensitive and ultimately less satisfying or fulfilling, compared to being penetrated."

"You're fucking evil!" Adam exclaimed.

"I've been told that before. Choice is yours Adam, but you might want to decide soon while you still care. Because eventually, you will prefer to be fucked - even as a 'straight guy'." Let him sit with that. He doesn't need to know he's already started moving that way and regardless of what he decides, by the time we're done with him - he'll still prefer being ass-fucked. Blake thought as he closed the door.

"How'd it go?" Ian asked as Dr. Connor came to the counter.

"Pretty well. I'd say. I'm guessing Mal is suffering in silence?"

"He hasn't requested an appointment. But I did follow up with David like you asked and he said Mal has been asking around to see if it's happening to anyone else. It hasn't been as long for him but I'm sure it's still uncomfortable."

"Good. We'll let Adam break the good news to him."

"You think he will?" Ian asked.

"If we keep him pumped up and aroused 24/7, oh yeah. We started him on the aphrodisiacs a couple days before we started suppressing the orgasms. It made the drop off that much more dramatic." Blake turned as he hear the elevator chime. A dapper man and his dog exited and walked toward him.

"Good morning boss. Sorry about the news," Carl rumbled in his deep baritone.

"Damn Carl, but you are looking fine!" Dr. Connor said as he ran his hand across the lapel of Carl's charcoal suit.

"You like?" Carl asked as he turned.

"Lookin' real good. What's the occasion?"

"Didn't want to scare Max's buddy and he said I meet him today. Can't really hide the tattoos or horns, but they don't look so scary without the rest of the package."

"True. Makes you look like the devil doing business. I'm just getting ready to go check on Mr. Miller and get some signatures. You want me to let you know when he's ready to meet you?"

"Sure."

"Good looking bitch you've got there. How's he doing?" Dr. Connor watched Carl absently petting Mitch's dark curls. He was on all fours with paw mitts on his hands and pads on his knees. Most of his face was covered by the leather muzzle, but he looked good.

"He's doing well. Aren't you Mitch? Why don't you show the Doctor your pretty package," Carl said giving a tug on the leash.

Mitch lifted his right leg and spread himself wide balancing on his back knee and front paw. He was completely smooth and his balls hung low while his monster cock tucked up against his firm abs.

Dr. Connor reached down and ran his hand up the stiff shaft appreciating how large and smooth Mitch was. Damn but he looks much better clean- shaven - shows off that big boner of his real nicely.

"I told him if he does real well today I'd let him stay in the bed with me after I fuck him tonight. That's right, you like that, don't ya boy?" Carl cooed as he petted Mitch, stroking his cock and running his hands over the lean boy's body.

"From the way his tail's wagging, I think he likes the idea," Blake laughed. The butt plug tail was one of the newer designs that actually wagged when the wearer was excited or happy while providing a real nice buzz to the puppy's prostate. "Hey, would you mind entertaining Mr. Miller when I'm done? I don't have a lot of time and I'd like his first day here to be memorable."

"We can, but you're not going to fuck him yourself?"

"I wasn't planning to... your tone makes it sound like that's a problem."

"Boss, you can't do that. His career will be over before he starts. Everyone knows you fuck the important guys day one. Not taking him is like saying he'll never be any body. Given our plans, that would be bad," Carl said lowering his voice.

"Are you serious?" Blake asked in disbelief.

"Absolutely. We've all shared our first time with the boss stories. It's like a rite of passage or initiation. At his security level, it would make people think there was something wrong."

Dr. Connor looked at Carl and let it sink in, trying to make sense of what he'd said. Well I guess, if I think about who I have been with versus who I haven't... shit. He's right. I'll have to. Not like it's unpleasant... "Okay. I see your point. So maybe you can get your bitch here to fuck a couple of loads out of him once I'm done. Give him a good rimming, maybe a blow job too. I'm sure you can come up with a proper motivation."

Carl laughed and his face lit up with a huge smile. "Hear that Mitch? You think you can put that big boner of yours to good use? Tell you what, you fuck a few good loads out of the new guy and I'll let you suck me and fuck me..." Carl broke out in a laugh at Mitch's reaction - he was bouncing and prancing with his tail whipping back and forth like crazy.

"Looks like you made him real happy!" Blake joined in the laughter.

"That's it boy, calm down, calm down. Sit! Only if he performs. But I think he'll do just fine. Let me know when he's ready. I'll go set up a training room now," Carl said making his exit with Mitch trailing behind, the tail still wagging.

"Mr. Miller is in exam room four," Ian said breaking into Dr. Connor's thoughts and admiration of Mitch's ass.

"Thanks." Blake walked down the hall to the room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Good morning Mr. Miller. I'm Dr. Connor," Blake said holding out his hand. The man on the exam table was not at all what he expected. The guy wasn't as big as Max, but he was still big. Maybe just over six feet with a muscled athletic build, gone a little flabby. But the shape was still there. He had short cropped sandy brown hair and light brown eyes.

"Dr. Connor. Please, you can call me Drew. I hope I didn't hold you up. It took longer to drop the dog off at the vet than I thought."

"No, not at all. I was with other patients."

"You know, we've actually met before, but I didn't expect you to remember me."

"We have? Sorry..."

Drew chuckled. "It was when you first met Maximillian. We were on leave in Barcelona, I think you were there for some medical convention and we ended up on a tour together. But my memory is that you never took your eyes off Max."

"He was rather distracting," Blake said with a grin thinking back. I haven't thought of that in years. He was the most muscled, built guy I'd ever seen and he kept looking at me like I was dinner.

"Guess it was one of those pivotal moments. He couldn't stop talking about you and spent the rest of our leave stalking you. He thought you were a model. I still remember how bummed he was when he found out you were married."

"Didn't stop him," Blake said in surprise.

"Yeah, and you owe me for that. I told him if he was that interested he should go for it. Worst you could say was no. But you didn't..."

"Thank you Drew. Guess I do owe you. But I didn't mean to come between you."

Drew gave a big smile and looked almost comfortable for a moment. "Nah. We were fuck buddies, great friends. Nothing romantic."

"Well Max was pretty pumped to find you again. So did he explain everything to you, what you're getting yourself into?"

"Sort of. I've never had so many tests or so much poking and prodding for a job before. Even in the service. Max said it was a good place to work, I'd probably be in something like systems or intelligence gathering. He said you take care of your people and he'd make it so I got to keep my son Taylor."

"Okay... so he may have left out some important things. Did he mention sex?"

Drew blushed. "Just that I would never go so long without again if I worked here."

"Yeah, that was a bit vague. So let's back up a few steps. This is your final hurdle. Once we're done, if you still say yes, there's no turning back. Think of it like working in a high clearance government job, you never really escape or leave. Do you know what we do?"

"You're a pharmaceutical company."

"That's true, but what we do also includes some very top secret work that involves espionage, weapons, and politics. In some cases we work with and for various governments. Most of our specialized drug work revolves around sex and consequently, sex is a big part of our culture."

"Okay. I'm with you so far. Max said some of your products enhance sexual experience."

"That's the light stuff. But because of what we develop, sex falls into the other duties as assigned category. All back office employees are required to go through training to make sure they are at least proficient in their performance and are expected to perform as part of their job."

"I put it on the forms, but I'm gay. While I can, as my son proves, I'd rather not."

"That's not a problem. Most of the sex is men with men."

"Oh..."

"Can you agree to having sex with men as part of your job? Now is the time to decide because once you officially join, you can't change your mind," Dr. Connor said.

"Is it safe? Also I'm not into pain or some of that weird fetish stuff, and what do you mean by training?"

"Absolutely safe. Employees are screened regularly and any outside liaisons are strictly monitored. As long as you do as you are instructed and don't have significant performance issues or cause problems we accommodate your preferences. Being ex-military, I don't think that's really a concern for you. Training includes giving oral sex, rimming, being penetrated and penetrating another man." Blake watched Drew's face for any signs as he explained, noting the blush and growing bulge under the hospital gown as he explained.

"If you can get me out of my current hell, and guarantee I can keep Taylor, just tell me where to sign," Drew said.

"Good. Now let's check things out. Take off the gown, slide down and put your feet up in the stirrups please."

Dr. Connor looked at the large man spread out before him and couldn't help but smile. A couple months with Dmitri and this guy will be fucking awesome. What a nice cock and that ass! Damn. Blake thought as he examined Drew. He moved down and admired the hard cock standing at attention, he put on gloves and began exploring. He stroked the thick cock and was rewarded with a nice flow of pre-cum before moving down and massaging Drew's balls. He couldn't help but notice Drew's hole puckering and releasing as he touched. "You doing okay Drew?"

"Yes sir. It's just been a while sir. I think my body is remembering my meetup with Max."

"Try to relax. I'm going to apply some lube to your hole. Do you like anal sex Mr. Miller?"

"I do with Max... ohhhhh wow that feels weird."

"So what kind of men do you find attractive, young, mature, blonds, brunettes, black, Asian?"

"It's been a long time since I gave it any thought. I mean I notice guys when I'm out but can't say there's one perfect 'type'.

"How about a hot young, well-endowed teenager, with smooth ripped body and a beautiful bubble butt?"

Drew laughed. "Don't think any guy like that is going to go for an old guy like me. My days of turning heads is long past."

"I disagree. I think you'll be turning plenty of heads and I can keep you very well supplied with hot, horny teenagers more than willing to suck your cock or ride you. And if you want them to fuck you too, I'm sure they'll be happy to do so."

"So is this a new job or did I die and go to heaven... holy fuck you're big!" Drew cried out as Dr. Connor gently slid inside his ass.

"Not as big as Max."

"At a certain size, big... is just fucking big... and quibbling... over it is just pointless," Drew stuttered in between thrusts.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just at first, now it feels good. So full and you're hitting things... oh fuck..."

Dr. Connor smiled as Drew lost the ability to speak and just lay back to enjoy being fucked. Blake took the meaty, thick cock in his hand and began stroking Drew as he plowed his ass. A steady stream of pre-cum was leaking from Drew's cock and he made soft moaning sounds with each thrust. "So are you enjoying this Drew?"

"Fuck yeah. No wonder Max followed after you..."

"You have a real fine ass Drew. I'm going to cum soon."

"Me too. I'm close."

Dr. Connor didn't try to hold back as his orgasm peaked and just as he blew, Drew's cock exploded, shooting his load over Blake's chest. Drew tried to sit up as the intensity of the orgasm hit, his eyes wide. Blake slowed his thrusts and when the last bit was pumped deep inside Drew, Blake pulled out and began fingering up the cum dripping down his chest and sucking it off his fingers. "So good." Blake leaned down and sucked Drew into his mouth greedily eating up the remaining jiz.

"Holy fuck. Where do I sign... you want it in blood? Cause I'll do it."

When Drew was dressed again, Blake handed him the tablet. "Put your index finger to the square and then sign on the highlighted line with the stylus. It will automatically scroll to the next page once you do so." Blake watched and waited as Drew signed the forms.

"Okay. Think that's all of them," Drew said handing the tablet back to Dr. Connor.

"Great. So next we'll introduce you to your new manager, his name's Carl. Just to prepare you, don't be put off by the prosthetic horns. He's a brilliant man and his people love him. Then we'll introduce you to a young man who wants to show you what it's like to work here. We'll wrap up with you early afternoon." A firm knock sounded at the door. "Come in."

"Dr. Connor, Drew," Max said entering the room.

"We were just finishing up Max," Dr. Connor said.

"Thank again for the chance Dr. Connor. So I start in what... two weeks?" Drew asked.

"Tomorrow," Max said with authority.

"I'll need to give two weeks' notice. Not sure how well it's going to go, especially since I work for my father-in-law," Drew said.

"Not any more. I'm afraid your father-in-law was killed this morning. The business is shut down and at least for a while, your house is behind a police blockade," Max said.

"But how? When?"

"This morning, shortly after you arrived. We'll also have all the necessary paperwork back for you by morning. Your wife already signed everything, no questions asked. I assumed you wanted the house and contents in addition to custody of Taylor. Correct?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Sorry, my head's still spinning. Why would she agree?"

"She wants to disappear. Our person offered to get her across the border on the condition that she sign all the papers at the lawyer's office first. After finding the body, she was real cooperative. You know there is a downside to sleeping with a man, spying on him and passing secrets to your father so he can shaft the guy. Especially when the guy is prone to torturing his enemies. Now she knows exactly how pissed off he is."

"Damn."

"You don't seem surprised?" Blake said.

"Not really. I've seen a lot of strange things in the time I've worked there. A lot of business that had nothing to do with Real Estate. Becky Sue always slept around and I never doubted that her father was a corrupt lying bastard," Drew said shaking his head.

"Before I forget, here's a gift card to pick up some necessities and clothes for you and Taylor for the next few days. We got you a room at the Ritz, costs are covered along with any meals - including room service. Not sure how you'll want to explain it to the little guy. We'll get you out of here early enough you can stop by the house. Police will be waiting so you can give your statement and you'll still be on time to pick up Taylor. Don't mention that Becky Sue left town - you don't know that," Max cautioned.

"Those guys won't give up. If he really screwed them over badly enough to get himself killed, they'll track her down too," Drew said, looking back and forth between Dr. Connor and Max hoping to be contradicted. "Do you think Taylor and I are in danger too?"

"You and Taylor are safe. Sorry but we sort of made it seem like you were the one to give the tip in exchange for being left alone. Seems they already knew you weren't involved so it worked out in our favor. Becky Sue, that's a different story. We'll get her out but how long she behaves and stays hidden is up to her," Max said.

"Yeah, she's doomed," Drew said shaking his head.

"Drew, since you're starting tomorrow, we'll send a car 'round to pick you up. You'll be having some minor surgery so best not to drive," Dr. Connor said.

"But I need to drop off Taylor at school..."

"We'll send the stretch Hummer. You can drop him off on the way. Kids love it, and Taylor can brag about it all day."

"What kind of surgery?" Drew asked skeptically.

"Chip implant. Required for anyone at your security clearance. I'm sure you're familiar with it given your background."

"Yeah, okay." Drew responded seeming to accept the idea.

"I think it is time for some distraction. Max would you take Drew to meet Carl. I'll let him know you're on the way. He has a special welcome planned. Mitch is going to be showing Drew some Lab hospitality."

Max burst out laughing. "Damn Drew, by the time you leave you won't give a damn about Becky Sue."

"Shit, what about my dog?" Drew asked remembering.

"Already taken care of. The Vet will board him until the police let you back in the house," Max said putting an arm around Drew and guiding him out.

• Scene 10 *

Martha, the office manager, was waiting for Blake when he returned to his office.

"Dr. Connor, we need to talk," Martha said.

"Sure, what is it?" Blake showed Martha into his office and went to sit at his desk.

"It's Tank. The front office is in total chaos."

"That sure doesn't sound like Tank and he only started working front office yesterday. Can you explain?"

"The receptionists, and every other female is tripping over themselves to be noticed. It's embarrassing and they're not getting their work done, they find excuses to follow him or just sit and stare. When he makes rounds, it's like they're doing the wave - all their heads popping up out of their cubicles. They're practically throwing themselves at him."

"Martha, Tank is gay and he's engaged. Not only that, he's a professed bottom, well except for Ian and maybe me. I guarantee he has no interest whatsoever in those women."

"Oh. Well no one else knows that, certainly not the front office," She said with a scowl. Martha did not like office routines interrupted.

"We don't announce employee's personal business, how is it any different than the other good looking men on staff?"

"He's new and since they know he came from the Black Guard they assume it's because he didn't fit in; therefore, not gay. Why else would you let such a gorgeous hunk of island flesh escape your private guard?" She said with a knowing look.

Bing. "Claire?"

"Yes, Dr. Connor?"

"Can you see if Tank and Ian can come up to my office? It shouldn't take more than a few minutes."

"Sure."

Dr. Connor turned back to look at Martha. "Sit down Martha. I think we can resolve this." It was only a few minutes before Claire knocked at the door and ushered in Ian and Tank. They both looked decidedly nervous.

"Don't worry guys. You didn't do anything but we do have an awkward situation."

Dr. Connor was met with blank stares.

"Ian, it seems that many of the women in our front office staff are finding it difficult to ignore your island beauty fiancee. They believe if they show him enough T&A he'll succumb to their wiles," Dr. Connor explained.

Ian snorted and Tank blushed, staring down at the carpet. "Not that I blame them. I told him to be careful with his flirting. Besides, he is gorgeous, the big bulging muscles, beautiful dark tan, silky hair and sweet round ass," Ian said giving Tank an evil leer.

"Would it be okay if we announced your engagement and I held a 'back office' wedding shower for you? The guys would love to celebrate for you and word will get to the front office in record time."

"I'm good with that. Tank?"

"Yeah, sure. Maybe they'll stop grabbing my ass."

"Tank, I thought you liked a little groping now and again," Dr. Connor teased.

"From men, yeah and from you especially. But not THEM."

"There Martha, problem solved. Claire can write it up and let people know."

"Thank you Dr. Connor," Martha said with a nod.

Blake watched them all leave and heard the door click as it closed.

"I'd grope him," Michael said poking his head out of the suite.

"Michael. Sorry just a normal day's crisis," Blake said looking at his handsome young son. Then it hit. Wait he just admitted he'd grope a guy... do I follow up on this or let it go. "So you think Tank is attractive?"

"Hell yes. He's Hawaiian right? He looks like he should be on a tropical beach all oiled and in a hot sexy swim suit, flower lei around his neck..."

"Oh I absolutely agree and I can tell you what's under that black suit looks real fine, no swim suit required. But Michael, you've never admitted you found guys attractive?"

"Diablo told me you found out. No point in hiding it now, yes I like guys but I also like girls. I figure I might as well fess up and take my punishment. Besides Tank is so hot, I just had to say it."

Blake approached Michael and pulled him into a hug. "Michael I love you and I really don't care, but I'm so proud that you told me."

"So what are you going to do? Honest Dad, I know it was wrong. I never should have done it. Can you just punish me and get it over with?"

"I would if I had any clue what to do. Kids don't come with an instruction manual. There is no paragraph that says when your son steals experimental drugs to date rape your lover, here are the prescribed punishment options."

"Guess when you put it that way. It does sound sort of funny. I get that it was serious," Michael said giving a truly contrite expression.

"Let's just focus on getting through the funeral and surviving your grandfather. We'll deal with punishment later. Can I ask you, are you bothered by the guys I have around? It's a lot more active than it used to be."

Michael laughed. "Yeah, but not likely for the reason you think. Sorry Dad but your guys are totally hot. Joseph is sort of like my big brother and Max is like a second dad, so it's not that I don't notice them, I just do better at not thinking of them in that way. But Diablo still makes it tough for me to think straight and Craig and Stephen give me an immediate hardon. Takashi is like some kind of anime wet dream and that new guy, Mario, damn he makes me drool. I love being around them, it just makes me horny as hell."

Blake smiled and hugged Michael tight. "I agree, not to gross you out but I have pretty much the same reaction."

"It's okay Dad. I came to understand a long time ago that you were not the typical father. I see how people look at you and not just your guys, teachers, friends, and total strangers I can see the lust in their eyes - even Taylor. I've heard what they say about you when they don't think I can hear them. You're totally hot and they all want to sleep with you. No one believes you're old enough to be my dad."

"I don't want to embarrass you and I want you to be proud of me. I know it's going to be tough adjusting to living with me. Will you give me a chance?"

"Shit dad. I am so thrilled, you have no idea. It's just I need to know what the rules are. Mom had lots of rules like; no riding with friends, no staying overnight, no sex, no dating, no drinking, no drugs, no swearing, in bed by eleven. All games must be pre-screened and approved. It's a long list."

"Let's start with nothing illegal that will get you or me arrested and practice safe sex. We can work out other rules as we go. And if you really, really need to do something questionable, just talk to me first so we can see if there is a workaround that keeps you safe and out of trouble."

"Fuck! Oops, sorry. Darn, are you kidding?"

"No, that's my current plan. If there is something you can't ask me or you want to bounce off someone else, Joseph, Max, Claire or any of my black guard are absolutely acceptable. They all have good common sense and will steer you right."

• Scene 11 *

"I'm so glad you guys decided to stay with us. It's great having you and Krysta around, even under these circumstances," Blake said helping move the bags into the guest room.

"Thanks Blake. Hey, while we have a minute. I thought you'd want to know, Krista and I have given up on the kids thing. I don't know if she'll say anything. She's taking it really hard."

"Brent, I'm so sorry what happened? I thought the in vitro thing went well."

"We thought so too, until she lost the baby. Well I guess it was early enough you couldn't call it a baby," Brent said as he put stuff away.

"God Brent I'm so sorry." Blake pulled Brent into a hug and felt him tense.

"Please Blake... I'm only human. I can't," Brent said, pulling away.

"I didn't mean anything, I love you buddy, I was just giving you a hug."

Brent turned and looked at Blake. His face a mix of emotions. He was handsome with a square jaw, dark hair, dark eyes, about 5'10" with a lean athletic build and an almost permanent 5 o'clock shadow.

"It's not you Blake, it's me. I need your help... for Krista. I gotta prove to her that I love her more than anything, and that we'll get through this together. If I sleep with you, she might feel betrayed and I can't risk that." There was a long pause. "Even if that's all I can think about," Brent said barely above a whisper.

"And here I thought we were good together," Blake joked.

Brent turned with a pained expression. "No Blake, it's not good, it's great. My body is trying to remind me of just how great right now. But she always knows. I still remember on our wedding night, seeing her look up after going down on me, those piercing gray eyes peering around my stiff cock - 'you fucked my brother!' Then she rimmed me like I shit the best food on earth."

"But she said it was okay," Blake protested.

"Yeah and the sex after I've been with you is awesome. They are the best rim jobs I ever get. But this time is different. Can you help me?"

"Sure buddy. Not that I'm not disappointed, but I will do whatever you want."

"Thanks Blake. Right now I need a really cold shower. Alone."

• Scene 12 *

Blake paced the apartment waiting for his father to finish getting ready. This place is overdue for an update... If he really is okay with me taking it over, it would be a lot nicer than the suite. Maybe have Vince's team take a look.

"Ready," Blake's Dad said coming into the room as he finished fastening his cuff links. Arthur Connor was always dapper and he looked good if not a bit stiff in his British suit. He was a bit bigger than Blake with a bony, slender build, something the suit made up for. Blake and his sister took after their mother in looks with the exception of the gray eyes. He gave Blake a thorough looking over. "Damn but you look good son. I swear you get younger instead of older."

"Thanks Dad. I really appreciate you making the trip and Michael will be glad to see you."

"He taking things well enough?" Arthur asked.

"Better than I would have expected. To some extent having their relationship be so rocky made it a little easier on him but he's struggling with some guilt. I'll get him some counseling once things settle down."

"Should have eliminated her years ago. If you'd listened to me, he'd have been with you all this time."

"It was too risky, and while you may not have liked her, until she fell in with that group things were good. I did love her Dad."

Arthur snorted in disdain. "You're weak. Sometimes you need to make the hard decisions."

"Oh, like throwing Gabriel out was such a good decision."

"Stay out of it Blake."

"You two love each other and you're so good together. Why throw that away? And it's a damn crummy way to treat the guy you love, kick him out of your bed, your house and out of a job," Blake argued.

"I can't afford the gossip."

"Why do you care? You could retire now if you wanted, you sure don't need the money, you don't need to work. You could buy a place on a tropical island and spend the rest of your life drinking and having sex on the beach."

"There would be scandal. It's over Blake just drop it."

"What scandal? Dad you've been together in public at least fifteen years. If they didn't know or guess you were fucking each other already, then they don't care."

"I said drop it."

"Okay, it's dropped but please be civil to him at dinner. I'll make sure you're at opposite ends of the table."

"He's here?"

"Gabriel's family. Of course he's here. I invited him and before you go further, you should know I also told him I'd give him a job and he could stay if he wanted."

"He's at your place? So you think you can get him in your bed too?" Arthur accused.

"No he's staying in the dorm. You know I have no designs on Gabriel, but I'm sure being surrounded by young, horny men, one of them is bound to take an interest. Especially since I offered a notable bonus to the first guy who gets Gabriel into his bed." Digest that one you old shit.

"You didn't!"

"Time to go Dad. Family's waiting for us." Blake watched his dad's reaction. Oh that hit home, it is going to be a damn crazy week around here.

• Scene 13 *

"So how did we end up on this detail?" Blake asked Krysta as he dried the glass and set it back in the cupboard.

"Because Max took Dad back to his apartment and the rest of the 'boys' are all playing games in the other room. But I don't mind. They're having fun and it was a stressful day," Krista said. She was a contrast of looks, she hadn't bothered changing from her stylish pant-suit, but wearing Joseph's 'Will Cook For Sex' apron and the long blue rubber gloves brought a smile to Blake's face. She is still stunning. No wonder she had her choice of guys.

"It went a lot better than I expected. Just the graveside service tomorrow and we can put this behind us," Blake said.

"I'm glad you had all your men there. When those friends of hers showed up waving their bibles and tried to get to Michael..." She gave a nervous laugh. "I thought Craig and Jared were going to kill them on the spot. But then all your guys made a wall of muscles... and the glares they gave... sheesh. I was scared."

"They are rather protective of him aren't they?"

"One way to put it. And I thought Daddy was going to have apoplexy. That hot young guy with Gabriel was all over him! You could almost feel the heat. He may be rethinking the wisdom of his decision."

"I sure hope so, or we went to a lot of effort for nothing."

"What?" Krysta said turning to Blake.

"That was Tanner and I gave him a mission. It was for all for show, well, almost all. Though if Gabriel wanted, I'm sure Tanner would follow through. We're just trying to escalate things a little. I put Gabriel on 'Addiction' months ago. Dad should be suffering some serious withdrawal in the next few days. Add that to the aphrodisiacs We've been slipping him to keep him horny..."

"Blake you didn't!"

"Oh, I most certainly did. Turnabout is fair play. We were his lab rats for years. What I did was mild in comparison."

Krysta frowned and Blake could see that her whole body tensed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to drag up old stuff." Blake looked around to make sure no one was near. "I swear I've never told a living soul."

"It's okay Tiger," Krista said using his old nickname as she pulled him into a hug. "So you still have a weakness for chocolate?"

"Krista!" Blake exclaimed as he felt the blood rush to his face and other places.

"Yup, still do. You know, if it weren't so horrific, it would be funny. Bribe your little brother with chocolate and he'll let you use him like a whore."

"But it had to be the good chocolate."

"Oh Tiger. Our family is so fucked up."

"But we're getting 'bet-ter'," he mocked.

"Thank you for helping with Brent."

"Pardon? He told you?"

"He didn't have to. I know how much he loves me and it is special that he'd try so hard. I think it's taking all his willpower to resist. And while I appreciate the effort part of me really wants him to fuck with you so I can clean up. God I miss you Blake. Father messed me up so badly... The doctors said that's why I can't carry. Some of the drugs effected things - permanently."

"You could see one of my doctors, they might be able to help. It's our specialty after all," Blake said.

"I've been seeing 'your' doctors. I asked them to keep it confidential. Didn't want to worry you. It's a lost cause Blake, time for us to move on."

"The shipments aren't helping?" Blake asked.

"Oh those work fine and keep me sane. But taking it from a vile is really not the same. And like I said, combine your seed with Brent's juices and it's intoxicating - the makeup sex is incredible."

"That's what it's like with Joseph - every time."

"Blake - you need to do something about Joseph. Life is short, things happen. This thing with Jennifer is proof of that. Marry him. Prove to him how much you love him before it's too late."

"He knows, honest."

"Blake it's not the same. Trust me," Krysta said.

"Yeah, first you want me to fuck my brother-in-law, then marry another guy... I don't know about you Krysta."

"Fucking is not a commitment Blake. Just who of my friends in high school and college didn't you fuck?"

"That's an exaggeration," Blake objected with a scowl.

"I don't think so. I know most, if not all of my girlfriends slept with you. Do you remember Thanos, the Greek foreign exchange student I brought home to study with?"

"Do I ever. Damn he was hot... sandwiched between us, that beautiful dark ass."

"Then in college, the football player Daniel. I should have suspected sooner when he wanted to spend so much time with my 'family'."

"Yeah. He had the most muscular legs, nice package too, but that round bubble butt," Blake said with a dreamy expression.

"He was a great fuck, but not too bright as I recall," Krysta laughed.

"Yeah, but that ass! You know he came 'round for months after you broke up. Right up until I started seeing Jennifer."

"Blake... you do realize all that was when you were still younger than Michael? By the time you were Michael's age Jennifer was already pregnant."

Blake cringed. "Yeah. Damn scary but between the accident with mom and me hooking up with Jennifer, it did get me away from Dad, and his drug experiments."

"And you can still be in the same room with him and not want to rip his throat out?"

"It has crossed my mind at times. But he did try to make up for it."

"Guilt can be a powerful motivator. And you still believe his lies that she's the one who took the overdose. Damn it Blake, after what he did to us, you think it's so hard to believe he wasn't experimenting with drugs on her too?"

"No, I've always thought it more likely that he did it to her. He always complained she wasn't enthusiastic enough. But does it really matter? I can't fix it or change what happened. I'm focused on managing him and Gabriel is my best bet."

"Blake, can I borrow you?" Joseph asked peering into the kitchen.

"Sure, what's up?" Blake asked following Joseph back to the bedroom. He paused in surprise to see most of his men sprawled on the bed. "Whoa..."

"Don't even start. It's bad enough in this house already," Joseph said sternly.

"Okay, I give. What's going on?" Blake asked looking from one face to another. Craig, Diablo, Stephen, and Jared were on the bed. Okay so we're missing Michael and Brent.

"I'm about to lose it. The sexual need in this house is over the top. You need to do something about Michael and maybe Brent or I'm going to lose it in an epic way! I really don't think you want to have an all-out orgy with your son and brother-in-law in the middle, and I have no idea how I'd affect Krysta. I could be wrong but I think that might be bad," Joseph said glaring at Blake.

"What did I do?"

Joseph continued to glare, the other guys all decidedly found interest in objects about the room. "Well someone needs to fuck them and soon!"

"Joseph, he's my son!"

"Oh like that's a deterrent, and I didn't say it had to be you."

Blake tried to think of workable options. I promised Brent - so maybe if I asked Krysta, she'd take care of Brent. She knows about Joseph, she'd understand... but Michael. He turned to the men on the bed. "So would any of you be interested in..."

"No Blake, not fair. There is no way for us to answer that without repercussions," Craig objected loudly.

Good point. So what could work? I know he's already said he's attracted to Craig and Stephen. Diablo, definitely. He doesn't know Jared as well. Joseph or I would be awkward at this stage. Blake turned to look at Diablo who carefully avoided any eye contact. "Could you do it Diablo?"

"Do what?"

Blake rolled his eyes. Guess they don't want to make it easy on me. "Teach him a lesson, take Michael, hard and rough, use him for sex. Don't ask him, don't give him a choice, no sweet pillow talk, just hard, hot sex. Show him what it was like for you."

Craig, Stephen, and Jared sat up straight - looking intently at Diablo, the question clear on their faces. They turned to look at Blake as though expecting him to explain.

"It would be a good lesson and it would solve my immediate problem," Joseph offered.

"You could also offer to do it the right way at a future date, as both consenting, caring men," Blake added.

"I guess," Diablo responded quietly.

"Talk to us Dee. If this is a problem for you, any one of us could do it," Craig offered.

"No, Blake's right. It needs to be me. And don't feel bad for my guys, it's not that I don't want to. I actually do. Just seems a little cruel."

"Being fucked by you cannot be considered cruel, especially given how badly he wants you," Joseph said.

"Might as well say this now. Michael is my son, in every sense. I don't know how experienced he is, but I'm guessing he's done a lot more than we know about and would do even more given the chance. I trust every one of you, so if circumstances arise that you want to get it on with Michael, go for it. It's okay with me. While I'd like to manage it and make sure he's safe, considerate and caring... yada yada. Reality is you might have to decide in the moment. But let's at least try to hold him off a month. I'd like him to get to know you as people, not just hot fucks."

"You're testing us right?" Craig asked skeptically. "And besides, I am a hot fuck."

"Yes, you are but no love, I'm not testing you. Believe it or not Michael thinks you're charming and witty, I want him to get to know the smart-ass prankster we all know."

"I can be charming and witty!" Craig objected.

"Until the guy's naked with his legs spread..." Stephen laughed.

"Yeah, then he's all about being a 'hot fuck'," Joseph added.

"Hey!" Craig said looking offended.

"We still love you Craig. I've got to admit that part of me doesn't want to share any of you, especially with my own son. That, guys horrifies me and turns me on at the same time. As Krysta and I have agreed, I have a fucked up family."

The guys stood in unison and all pulled Blake into a group hug. "No Blake, it's a great family and I wouldn't trade it for any other in the world," Craig said.

"Me either," Stephen added.

"Yup," Jared said.

"He's right Blake. We're good together, aren't we Diablo?" Joseph asked pulling him closer.

"I wasn't sure I counted as family," Diablo said.

"Oh most definitely," Blake said. "So I'll go talk to Krysta. Dee, you go give Michael his lesson and the rest of you... get naked, cause when I get back we're gonna show Joseph how much we learned from his last orgy. Oh... and Joseph, you may want to text Max and tell him to hurry." Blake left the room with a huge smile, Craig was almost naked before he'd finished his sentence.

END Chapter 16

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