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 26: Coffee Break, Copyright 2021 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without the express permission of the author.

The LAB Chapter 26: Coffee Break By Tripp Savidge

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"First."

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

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

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

"Yeah?" Michael looked up, eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is. That a problem?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 2

Blake looked up when he heard Claire at the door.

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

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

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

"Keep reminding yourself of that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything else?" Roz asked.

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

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

"Marry me?" Blake teased.

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

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

"Commissioner, long time no see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blake sat back in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah. Anything else?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I have a proposition for you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Says the guy who knew about the Agency?"

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

Blake raised an eyebrow and waited.

Skids laughed. "Point taken. Go on."

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

"Bad guys?" Skids offered.

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

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

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

"How often?"

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

"Do it. How attractive?" Skids asked.

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

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

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

"Of course. You'll consider it?"

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

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

"How soon could he be here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh plenty, Cotton. Plenty."

Coach Scott Davis | Scene 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott looked at Billy, allowing him to answer first.

"I'll be fine," Billy said.

"Me, too. Thank you, David."

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

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

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

"Apologize?" Billy interrupted, dropping his arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit." Billy glanced away and fidgeted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Son."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It really has."

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes..." Scott moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yesssss."

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

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

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

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

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 5

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

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

"Hey, Blake, it's Clint."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?" Carl's deep voice answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Same for Brody, if he slipped?"

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

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

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

"Anything else?" Carl asked.

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

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

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

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

"Professional courtesy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck, Ace?"

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

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

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

"He has a job to do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe impossible," Blake said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shouldn't you chaperone?" Ace winked.

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 6

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

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

"Popcorn?"

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh."

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

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

"Investigated? Like how?"

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

Blake's curiosity was piqued. "And?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Joseph..."

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

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

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

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

"Not always."

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

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

"Checking out the guard?" Joseph teased.

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

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

"What are you making?" Blake asked.

"Mojitos."

Blake noticed that there were four glasses set out.

"Caden and Jon aren't-"

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

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

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

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

"What? No!" Blake objected.

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

"Say what?"

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

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

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

"But..."

"Popcorn?" Joseph reminded him.

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

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

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

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

"Um..." Caden started.

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

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

"Joseph," Blake warned.

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

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

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

"Michael," Blake started in a warning tone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tiger (Viper Guard) | Scene 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Chapter 26

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