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 4: Coach's Play, Copyright 2013 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

The LAB Chapter 4: Coach's Play By Tripp Savidge

Mmmm. He tastes so good. Blake thought to himself. Gradually becoming aware of the soft tender kisses, the full lips and the smell of vanilla. He reached up without even looking to run his fingers through the soft silky hair he knew he'd find and pulled the kisses tighter, passionately returning them, sliding his tongue into the hot mouth.

"Okay you two, I think he's awake now," Max said in a grumble.

"Why don't you come kiss him and make sure?" Joseph responded pulling back from Blake.

"Huh? What are you..." Max sputtered. As Joseph grabbed Max's arm and pulled him to Blake's bedside, pointing to the groggy Blake.

"Do it Max. Trust me. He wants you," Joseph ordered.

Max leaned in, admiring Blake's chiseled face, the dark lashes and sexy short cropped beard and mustache. Then gently put his lips to Blake's and gently kissed him, savoring the taste.

"Grrrrr," Blake responded grabbing Max and pulling him tighter for a full tongue exploration. Max and Blake kissed hard and then separated as Blake sat up.

"Max... God, how I've missed you... I didn't realize how much. And what a wonderful way to wake up," Blake said looking around the room. "How long was I out?"

"About 16 hours. It's seven in the morning," Max responded.

"That bastard, he drugged me didn't he?" Blake said as he pulled the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed.

"Dr. Tanner thought it would help you heal if you got a good night's rest," Max said cautiously.

"I brought you fresh clothes," Joseph said hanging a garment bag on the hook.

"Why don't you freshen up while Joseph and I go grab you some breakfast and then we can debrief," Max said meeting Joseph at the door.

"Deal," Blake said heading into the bathroom.

• Scene 2 *

"And you feel okay now, no residual effects?" Blake asked while sipping his coffee.

"No, I feel great and unlike before I remember everything very clearly... I am really sorry Blake, I never meant to hurt you..." Joseph said in a quiet voice.

"For the third time Joseph, it's okay. I'm fine and to be honest I think it was our best sex ever," Blake said with an ear to ear smile. "Or it was for me. I'm not sure I could compete with Max and five other hot men."

"I wish you had been with us. It was pretty spectacular... maybe next time..." Joseph said with a smile.

"Next time? Next time? There better not be a next time. Four guards who can barely walk today all doe eyed and swooning for Joseph," Max grumped.

"Come on Max. You know you enjoyed it and Tony seems to have recovered pretty quickly," Joseph retorted.

"Yeah, he does have stamina. So why are the guards having so much more trouble?" Max asked.

"I think I have a guess," Blake injected in a serious tone.

"Spill," Max said.

"The bonding and imprinting was two-way. I was going to talk to you about it but things kept getting in the way. I think they were hit harder because they were in a state of withdrawal and really 'needed' Joseph's attention. You've always kept a little more distance and certainly Tony had never been with Joseph before."

"So why do you avoid me Max?" Joseph asked as he sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.

"You scare me Joseph... or rather I scare me when I'm with you," Max said hesitantly.

"That doesn't make sense Max," Blake said as he finished his breakfast.

"Sure it does. I like to be in control and when I'm with Joseph, I am so not in control. I know he's not Carl but I'm really afraid that even if I had a safe word, I'd never use it."

"But Max, you know I'd never hurt you!" Joseph protested. "That's not my thing."

"I'm afraid Max that you were still with Joseph enough that you still have some of the same bond the rest of us do..." Blake said as he walked over to Max and put a hand on his shoulder. "It may not be as strong, but I'm betting that is what's causing the fear. We each feel it differently. Would you consider working with us to overcome the fear? I'd really like to have you back with us."

"Please Max," Joseph echoed.

Max laughed a deep long laugh. "Yeah. The sex was pretty awesome and I miss you something awful."

Blake turned Max toward him and kissed him again full and deep. "Now that we have something to look forward to, the day ahead isn't so dark."

Max chuckled again. "So what do you want to tackle today? We've got a lot of new subjects you haven't screened and one pain in the ass coach."

"I feel like there is some urgency to deal with Ben and his brother Brice. Not sure why, that's just my gut. So let's start with him. Let's finish off the subjects identified as milkers and then I have a plan to deal with Coach Davis."

"I'll get on it. Say we start at 8:30?" Max asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Blake responded.

• Scene 3 *

Blake adjusted his badge and stethoscope as he knocked on the door. He had sent Joseph off to finish transitioning his work to Claire, so only Max was assisting.

"Yeah."

Blake opened the door and walked in; Max following behind and closed the door. "Good morning Brice, I'm Dr. Connor. And this is Max from Social Services."

"Mornin' doc, Max," Brice responded. He was seated on the exam table the hospital gown covering his upper body and legs but Blake was still struck by how attractive he was and even more by his blue tipped hair. He was as beautiful as his little brother, but more mature looking and lean. His hair was white blond and the tips were all died a bright cookie monster blue that matched his eyes.

"How are you feeling today Brice, any pain or discomfort?" Blake asked.

"Nah, I feel fine. Why am I here doc? What happened? Do you know if my little brother's okay?"

"Would that be Benjamin?" Blake asked looking up from his tablet.

"Yeah, Ben! Is he okay?" Brice asked the concern clear on his face.

"Yes, yes. Ben is fine. We hope to finish up his tests soon and then we'll make sure you two can see each other," Blake said as he put his tablet on the counter and moved over to the table.

"Why can't I see him now?"

"I'm afraid until the tests are finished you are both still being held in quarantine. We don't want to take any chances and risk anyone unnecessarily."

"You'd better make sure gramps knows. He's off on one of his camping in nature trips but as soon as he's back, he'll try to have us declared dead and start spending our money," Brice said with disdain.

"Sorry, I don't understand?" Blake responded.

"Our 'guardian', my grandfather. He wants our inheritance and if he can find a way to make us go away, well, you know..."

"I am so sorry to hear that!" Blake said with sincere concern. "What makes you say that Brice?"

"Hah! I've lived with him long enough to know. When mom and dad were killed in the wreck, we were supposed to go live with my mom's brother Todd and his partner. That's what my parents had in the will or whatever. But when gramps found out, he and his lawyer got the judge to declare it void and made him our guardian. Gramps thought he'd get his hands on the money my parents left us, but even the crooked judge couldn't get around the language in the will on that part. The only way he gets the money is if we're dead. So I sure don't want him to think we are... if you get the picture."

"Oh, I do. He actually found a judge that would do that for him? It must have been a large inheritance," Blake said.

"Yeah, mom and dad did really well - several million for each Ben and me. But Judge Stewart said that it was unnatural for us to be taken into 'that' kind of home."

"Judge Stewart you say. I'm very sorry to hear that Brice. We'll make sure that your grandfather and the authorities know that you are safe and sound. I will handle it personally if necessary," Blake assured Brice.

"Why don't we finish your exam and the sooner we get you cleared with a clean bill of health, the sooner you can see your brother. Can you please remove the hospital gown and lie back?" "Sure doc," Brice responded, pulling the gown off and tossing it on the chair. Blake smiled when he heard Max's intake of breath and had to agree it was a fine sight. Brice was extremely ripped, every muscle well defined and definitely as hot as his brother. Equally beautiful and nicely endowed cock and balls but Brice's were poking out of a beautiful cookie monster blue bush.

"Well! That's different," Blake commented.

"Ha-ha, you mean my pubes? Yeah, girls love it. I have to recolor every couple of weeks but it is so worth it."

"I'm sure it is. Any sensitivity or pain in your nipples Brice?" Blake asked as he touched and rubbed Brice's nipples.

"Mmmm, no," Brice said as he squirmed a little.

"Any problems when you have to urinate or with other functions," Blake asked as he took Brice's now stiffening cock in his hand.

"No doc," Brice squeaked.

"Are you sexually active Brice?" Blake asked.

"Yes, why? Is there a problem?" Brice asked concerned.

"How many partners have you had Brice?" Blake asked with a serious voice and look directly at Brice.

"Lots why doc, do I have an STD or something? Shit! Please doc, what's wrong?" Brice asked in panic.

"Please try to answer as best you can Brice, it could be important. Needless to say you must be absolutely honest; this is not something you want to risk."

"Twenty-eight," Brice responded in a subdued voice.

"Excuse me? You've had sex twenty-eight times? How many partners?"

"No, twenty-eight girls. I have no idea how many times - lots more than twenty-eight."

"Well, that's quite remarkable for someone your age Brice," Blake said sounding surprised. "Do you think you could remember all their names?"

"Well, sure doc. I know I could."

"How did you manage quite so many Brice?" Blake asked with a tone of concern.

"Not that hard really. If you make sure they have a real good time, and you give 'em a couple or more orgasms before you take yours they're more than happy to take you again. Then they tell all their friends and well, you know..."

"That's certainly an approach. Have you had any relations with any boys or men in addition to the women?" Blake asked picking up his tablet again.

"Hell no. Why would I want to do that?" Brice responded indignantly. "Coach said he ever catch wind of us doin' stuff like that and he'd have us off the team and disgraced so fast our head would spin."

"He didn't?" Blake asked in a shocked voice.

"Oh yeah! I think a couple on the team might have been gay but they must have gone cold turkey - cause no one's doin' anything like that on Coach Davis's team.

"That does explain a few things. Can you please stand, turn around and lean over the exam table?"

Brice did as he was asked and showed off a very well muscled bubble but at the top of some very muscular legs.

"Relax Brice; I'm going to do a quick insertion exam. Just take deep breaths and it will be over quickly," Blake said as he parted the cheeks, making sure that Max was watching. A very small, tight, pink hole winked back. Blake used some lube on his finger and gently covered the surface then eased it into the tight hole.

"Awwweee," Brice protested.

"All done. Sorry for the intrusion. You're a little tighter than most."

"Is there some reason all the doctors here keep poking and prodding my privates? Seems like there's a lot of interest in my dick and ass," Brice asked skeptically.

"Good question. Yes, we were very concerned given the nature of the accident and the parties involved that you might have been drugged, 'violated' or abused before you were rescued. Given some of the people responsible also had some transmittable diseases we needed to be careful that none of you were infected," Blake said in his clinical voice.

"Accident? What?" Brice asked in confusion.

"What's the last thing you remember Brice?" Blake asked giving his best concerned look.

"We were celebrating on the bus coming back from the game. It was getting rowdy and everyone was really wound, even Coach. Then I noticed Billy and Ben moved up to the front with Assistant Coach Tyler and then I started feeling really weird. Then I woke up in the hospital."

"I'm sorry Brice; there was a very bad accident. Some of your teammates were killed in the wreck and a number of you were taken to be sold by human traffickers. I'm afraid your coach set it up Brice. We believe he made the deal and while he hasn't confessed, all the evidence certainly points that way."

"You mean sold as slaves?" Brice asked in shock.

"I'm sorry Brice. Yes, actually sex slaves to be precise - that's why all the tests."

"Ben? Did they touch Ben, I'll fucking kill him!" Brice said coming off the table.

"No, no, Ben is fine." Blake said reassuring Brice. "We don't think anything happened to you or Ben. We were in time."

"Damn," Brice said shaking his head.

"The nurse will take you back to your room and we'll reunite you with Ben as soon as we can." Blake shook Brice's hand and left the room after Max.

"Interesting," Blake said in the hallway.

"In so many ways. Think I'm getting an idea of where you're taking this. Let the coach be the fall guy? Not sure how that will help once we start the drugs though?" Max asked.

"They won't care once they're hooked," Blake said rolling his eyes. "Let's get Carl working on this 'grandpa' thing," Blake said taking the earpiece out of his lab coat pocket and putting it back in his ear.

"Carl? You there?" Blake asked.

["Sure am big cheese."] Carl rumbled back. ["What's up?"]

"Got more scoop on the guardian for Ben and Brice - I know you were working on it. Can you pick up the pace? We need them to be miraculously found... somehow... with a plausible alibi. I think we also need to have an intervention with grandpa. Possibly to his ultimate demise."

["We're on it!"] Carl responded.

"Max, let's start Brice on aversion therapy," You can start tonight. "What's next?"

"God, that just give me the willies thinking about it," Max said visibly shivering. "If you agree, I thought we'd do the four remaining milkers together. No reason to delay letting them know their fate. We could even bring in Jeremy and show how he's adjusting. Sort of an example for them..."

"Sounds good to me. Let's start with blindfolds, gags and earplugs. I'll meet you there."

• Scene 4 *

"Ready?" Max asked, his hand on the door handle.

"Let's do it," Blake responded. They entered one of the larger interrogation rooms with space enough to spread eagle all four of the men along the wall. Each was naked with his hands cuffed to the bar above his head and his ankles cuffed and chained to the floor. At a signal from Blake the room went dark except for spotlights illuminating one man.

"This is Austin. Carl, you want to take over?"

["Thanks Max. Austin is a corn fed all American farm boy. As you can see, dirty blond, beefy, muscular - more of a wrestler build than a typical football player. Smaller than average penis, but huge balls and a very round, large ass. Tests came back fine. Psychological tests were within normal standard deviation, nothing to note. Tests as straight with no particular sensitivities or attributes."] Carl concluded.

Blake walked around and pulled apart Austin's butt cheeks, exposing his hole. Max held out a jar of lube and Blake stuck in a gloved finger and applied it to Austin's hole. Austin was struggling trying to move away but there was nowhere for him to go. Blake pushed his finger in Austin's hole and wiggled it around - Austin squirmed more and grew hard.

"Not impressive but certainly workable for what Dr. Wakahisa needs," Max said pulling on Austin's hard cock. He'll check them out as soon as you give the okay."

"Good placement, he'll make a fine milker," Blake said walking around to look at Austin's front side. "Look at those nipples Max," Blake said reaching up and tugging on both of Austin's pert nipples.

Austin was clearly trying to say something at this point. Blake ignored the sounds and played a little more roughly with the nipples, watching Austin's cock as he did so. "Look at that Max."

"I think he may shoot soon Dr. Connor," Max said.

"Let Dr. Wakahisa know. Austin may be a candidate for modification as well as milking," Blake said as he released Austin and signaled again. The lights on Austin went dark and the next subject came into view.

"Mitchell sir," Max said.

["Mitchell was one of their star players but not too popular. He had a reputation of thinking very highly of himself. Average academics, thinks of himself as a real lady's man. Tests came back fine. Psychological tests were all within one standard deviation. Tests as straight but responds to stimulation well, regardless of gender. As you can see, another all American boy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, some dark body hair and nice pits. Very generously sized cock and balls, tall good muscular build. All the staff who has dealt with him describes him the same way: 'cocky' and I don't mean that in a good way. You may actually want to talk to this one."] Carl said in ending.

Blake nodded to Max and then walked around the man hanging before him. Max reached up and removed the blindfold, then the gag and earplugs.

"Hello Mitchell, how are you feeling today?" Blake asked.

"You can't fucking do this to me! Let me go! You'll be in so much shit when my lawyers get through with you!" Mitchell screamed.

Max reached out and grabbed Mitchell's balls and squeezed tight while pulling them away from Mitchell's body.

"AAAAHHHH!" Mitchell screamed.

"Someone's been watching too many cop shows on television. Suggest you take a nicer tone and calm yourself down before I rip these babies off," Max said close to Mitchell's ear.

"What do you want?" Mitchell yelled.

"Answer our questions in a real nice tone and we'll be nice to you," Max responded.

"So I understand you are a great man with the ladies? Is that true?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, so?" Mitchell responded.

"Tell us about it Mitchell. Why would you say that?" Blake asked.

"Is this about Sarah? She was totally up for it I swear!" Mitchell said in panic.

"Do we need to repeat the question Mitchell?" Max said pulling roughly on Mitchell's balls.

"Fuck! No! No! I get around, that's all. There've been six or seven. That's all I swear!"

"Why are you so great Mitchell?" Blake asked calmly.

"They like my big dick and they like how rough I am," Mitchell said, displaying the 'cocky' attitude Carl had referenced.

"So you make sure they're well satisfied, you make sure they enjoy your love making?" Blake asked.

"They're just happy to get a piece of this. I don't worry about that shit, why would I have to? I just shove it in and fuck till I cum, what else could they want?" Mitchell said as though daring them to disagree.

"So any of them virgins Mitchell?" Blake asked.

"Hell yeah! All of them to start. They cried a bit but once I was humpin' they got over it."

"So you like it rough?" Max asked.

"Nah, but they do. I just like gettin' off," Mitchell responded with a smirk.

Max looked at Blake and raised his eyebrows knowingly.

"Max, I do think I know why Carl wanted us to talk to this young man. Perhaps somewhat self-serving as Carl does know us well. Yes Carl, I know you're listening. But I have to agree - this boy needs your special brand of love."

["I knew you'd see the light boss."] Carl laughed. ["Go ahead and warm him up for me."] Carl said in his deep baritone.

Blake ran his hands up and down Mitchell's stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples and teasing his bush.

"Hey, man what are you doin'? Don't be touchin' me like that!" Mitchell protested.

Max released Mitchell's balls and took an equally firm grip of his large hard cock and started stroking it. "Mitchell, you don't really get a say in this. Did any of your girls ever say no or stop?"

Mitchell grunted as Max stroked him.

"I thought so," Max responded. He nodded to Blake who'd dropped his pants and underwear and thrown his rubber gloves on the cart. Max leaned in and bit down on Mitchell's nipple while he continued to stroke.

"AAAHHH! FUCK!" Mitchell screamed. "That hurts!"

"Sorry, I got carried away," Max said now teasing and licking the nipples.

Blake moved in behind Mitchell and slid his lubed hand up between Mitchell's cheeks, finding that sweet tight hole and poking and prodding it.

"No! Please don't. Not that!" Mitchell cried.

"Oh but Mitchell, you're going to love this. My dick's even bigger than yours and you said giving a big dick to a hot pussy was all you needed to do!" Blake retorted.

Blake now had two fingers in Mitchell's hole while Max had moved down and was sucking on Mitchell's hard cock.

Blake signaled Max to warn him then started pushing his big hard cock into Mitchell's tight hole. It was resisting even after being opened by Blake's fingers. But Blake knew lube and persistence would pay off so he just pushed harder.

"OWWW! FUCK!" Mitchell screamed.

"There we go. Oh Mitchell, your man hole is so hot and tight. Don't tell me you were a virgin?" Blake teased.

"Oh fuck it hurts!" Mitchell screamed.

"It will feel good real soon. Maybe if I go faster." Blake started pounding Mitchell's ass, while Max left Mitchell's cock unattended and started pulling savagely on his nipples. "Oh Max, you are going to love this one. So tight and so hot. Do you mind if I leave my load?"

"Hell no. Saves me the bother of getting lubed," Max laughed.

Mitchell was whimpering now. Tears streaming down his face as Blake ravaged his ass. But his body was betraying him as well; his cock was rock hard with a steady stream of pre-cum dripping to the floor. The sound of Blake's body smacking against Mitchell's ass sounded loud in the room.

"Damn Max, his hole is hot... I think I'm going to blow!" Blake grunted as he drove his hard cock deeper and harder into the bound football jock. "Yes! Yes! Damn Mitchell you have a fine pussy!"

"You ought to see it from this side Dr. Connor," Max said pointing to Mitchell's throbbing cock. I think if it got any harder it'd burst. And he's made a puddle on the floor. Just not quite enough to blow. Too bad for him." Max stopped talking when Blake came up to him and kissed him. As they kissed in front of Mitchell, Blake dramatically undressed Max, making sure he was positioned so that Mitchell could see the size of Max's cock.

"So Mitchell, you ever share any of your girls with your friends?" Blake asked.

"No. Never," Mitchell whimpered.

"Too bad. We like to share, don't we Max. And Mitchell... your hole is definitely worth sharing."

"No, please. No. I'll do whatever you want just don't ..." Mitchell begged.

"But Mitchell, this is what we want from you and after a while, you'll get really good at it," Blake said running his finger up and down Mitchell's tight abs.

"AAAAHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" Mitchell screamed as Max pushed inside his tight hole.

"You heard him Max. He wants you to fuck him," Blake teased as he ran his hands over Mitchell's body, bringing pleasure and building his frustration but making sure he didn't do enough to push him into an orgasm.

"Blake you were so right! He has such a hot tight hole. Max said as he roughly plowed the young man. With each powerful thrust Mitchell was thrown forward, pulling against the restraints at his wrists and ankles.

"Go deeper and harder Max, your positively making his pre-cum flow."

"My pleasure!" Max said. His balls and body smacking against Mitchell with each thrust.

"Ohhhhh! Fuck!" Max shouted as he gave a hard shove, driving his dick all the way up to his bush deep inside the jock.

"Please... don't stop now." Mitchell pleaded in a small voice.

"Sorry bitch, I've blown my load. And a big one at that. I'm done," Max responded coldly.

"But I'm so close, just a bit longer," Mitchell begged.

"What? This isn't about you, Dr. Connor and I got what we needed. We're done," Max said walking away and cleaning himself up as he got dressed again.

"Please... please."

"Get used to it Mitchell, if you want to cum then you need to make sure you're so good that it happens while you're being fucked," Blake said as he put the gag back in Mitchell's mouth, then the earplugs and blindfold.

"When he goes soft, remind me to put a cock lock on him," Blake said as he signaled and the next subject was bathed in light.

"James sir," Max said."

"Max I do believe we need better earplugs. It looks to me like this poor man is cringing and trying to look as small as he can," Blake said.

"Could be... though don't know that he could do anything to make himself look small."

"He is fine, isn't he?" Blake said walking around the man who was clearly communicating fear with every pore of his body. "What's the word Carl?"

["James is of island and African-American decent. His tests came back very strong, he's textbook healthy. He was a good student doing well in all of his academics. Psychological tests came back good, nothing unusual or noteworthy. He tests as straight though like our last boy, body responds to physical stimulation regardless of the gender of the one giving it. He's good looking as you can see, beautiful medium skin, large cock and huge balls. Ass is pretty noteworthy too."] Carl said.

"Max I think our boy James here ought to be part of the training regimen for the others. We only have so many staff members and with so many new subjects we can do some cross training," Blake said as he reached out and stroked James' cock. Smiling as he watched it quickly harden. Blake reached up and removed the blindfold, then the earplugs and gag.

"So James, what should we do with you?" Blake asked.

"Please sir, let me go. I'll do whatever you want. I won't tell anyone," James said.

"James. What did you hear?" Max asked running his hand down James' inner thigh.

"Nothing, I didn't hear anything!" James exclaimed as Max's hand tickled his low hanging balls.

"No, seriously what did you hear?" Max said firmly squeezing and massaging James' balls while he ran his tongue up his stomach.

"I heard someone screaming and talking about sex - sounded like they were being raped," James said hesitantly.

"Close, it was some rough sex but it was exactly what he said he liked," Max said as he licked James' nipple. "What do you like?"

"Aaaaahhhh... I like girls sir."

"You ever try it with a guy? Maybe put this nice big cock in his boy hole?" Max said now stroking James.

"Noooooo sir," James was struggling to talk now.

"Would you try it if I asked real nice?" Max said, bending down and taking the head of James' cock in his mouth.

"Please no sir, don't make me do that," James pleaded.

"Would you rather have a cock in your nice tight hole first?" Max asked sliding his fingers into James' crack, teasing his hole.

"No, sir please, no."

"Which is it going to be James?" Max said as he slid a finger inside.

"I'll do it sir," James relented.

"Good, you're going to like it James," Max said removing his finger and moving back up James's body with his tongue. Blake handed Max a collar which Max firmly attached around James's neck and then he began unfastening the wrist cuffs. Meanwhile, Blake had released both ankle cuffs and signaled to have the lights turned back on for Austin.

"Austin? Shit man, what's going on?" James exclaimed as they guided him over to Austin's spread eagle body. Blake reached up and removed Austin's blindfold, then earplugs and gag.

"James? You too? Least you're not tied up," Austin said.

"You two know each other?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, we are on the same team, go to school together..." James said in confusion.

"So did Austin know you wanted to fuck his ass?" Max asked.

"What?" Austin said his eyes growing wide.

"No, no that's not it," James protested.

"Better get to it unless you want to change your mind," Max said, pulling out his huge boner.

James went pale, a total look of fear in his eyes and moved behind Austin. Blake applied some lube to James' stiff cock and Austin's hole.

"Stop! You can't do this!" Austin yelled.

"Now James," Blake directed.

James tentatively pushed the head of his cock against Austin's lubed hole. Rubbing it and feeling how hot and smooth he was, the tightness of his muscular ass cheeks hugging his stiff shaft. Max moved to stand beside James and ran his hand down James' back, squeezing his ass cheek. That was all the motivation James needed as he forced himself inside Austin.

"FUCK! That hurts! James, what the hell are you doing this for? Please stop!" Austin cried.

Now that James was inside, his cock being squeezed by the hot, tight man hole, he couldn't help but start sliding in and out, finding his rhythm.

"Sweet isn't he James? I told you that you'd like it," Max said still running his hands up and down James's ass, every once in a while teasing James's hole.

"Damn! He feels so good!" James said fucking hard now.

"Arrrrgh. Not so deep. Owwww! Too much, you're too big!"

"Keep going James, he'll like it soon enough. Why don't you reach around and squeeze his nipples while you fuck him - some guys really get off on that," Blake suggested. James wrapped his arms around Austin, found his nipples and immediately started working them both hard.

"Oh! Wow, when I squeeze his nipples it gets even tighter," James exclaimed.

Austin's cries of pain had changed into deep moans and he was trying as hard as he could to match and complement James's movement. His eyes were closed and his breathing had changed.

"AHHHH!" Austin said as he sent a shower of cum shooting across the room. Copious amounts of semen pouring out of this hard cock.

"Shit!" James exclaimed immediately after, slamming hard into Austin.

"Good job James. Your first cherry and your first seeding deep in a boy. Good wasn't it?" Max said squeezing James's balls as he finished pumping his load deep inside Austin.

"Aaaaahhhhh. Yes sir. So good."

Max led James back to where he had been bound and refastened his ankle cuffs, then his wrist cuffs and replaced his gag, earplugs and mask.

"So Austin, you liked that after all didn't you?" Blake asked holding Austin's chin so he looked him in the eyes.

"Yes sir," Austin admitted.

"Good boy. We'll make sure you get lots of attention," Blake said and then the lights dimmed and the final subject was in the spotlight.

"Dr. Connor, this is Carlos... oh dear. We forgot to put in Carlos's earplugs." Max said with mock concern.

"Hello Carlos. Please try to take deep breaths; we wouldn't want you passing out," Blake said. Carlos's eyes were wide and he was close to hyperventilating. "Carl?"

["Before I start, I've got to say that was so hot! Can't wait for my time with Mitchell. Wait till you see the vids, I got some great shots - Austin's orgasm was worthy of any good porn vid."] Carl rumbled.

"Thanks Carl, I think we both enjoyed it too and look forward to your cinematography," Blake responded.

["Carlos is of mixed heritage, mostly Latino. Nice beefy, muscular build, black hair, dark brown eyes, good skin and coloring. Powerful upper body and legs and very nice package if you haven't already noticed. His medical tests all came back great. He was a decent student, stayed out of trouble, solid team player. Psychological tests came back mostly clean - a little skittish from a rough upbringing and home life. Tested as straight but did show a little interest when he saw 'pretty' or well endowed men. No evidence of homophobia."] Carl said.

"So Carlos, I'm guessing you got to hear what transpired with your teammates?" Blake asked.

"Yes sir," Carlos answered in a quivering voice.

"Who do you think is the hottest Carlos, Austin, Mitchell, or James?" Blake asked.

"Sir?" Carlos asked.

"If you have to get personal with one of your teammates, which one do you find the most attractive?" Blake asked.

"I'm not gay sir," Carlos protested.

"That wasn't the question Carl," Max said taking Carlos's soft cock in his hand.

"James? Sir," Carlos squeaked.

"Not Mitchell, he's got a nice big cock, bigger than James's and he's good looking?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, but he's a jerk sir," Carlos responded, now hard and starting to squirm from Max's attention.

"I think so too Carlos. James is a good choice," Blake said as he attached a collar around Carlos's thick neck.

"What's that for sir?" Carlos asked.

"A little insurance to make sure you do what we tell you. It's a shock collar. You step out of line and 'Zap' you fall down in pain," Blake said as he started unfastening the ankle restraints. Max was releasing Carlos's wrists.

"Good. Now let's have some fun with James," Blake said as the lights came on showing James bound form. "Guess we should tell him, huh?"

Max removed the mask, earplugs, and gag from James as Blake guided Carlos behind him. Blake applied lube to Carlos's hard cock and then to James's tight hole.

"No, you said if I fucked Austin you wouldn't!" James protested.

"Nah! I said which did you want first silly boy," Max laughed.

"That's it Carlos, push it in. He's real tight; you'll have to push hard," Blake coaxed.

"AAAHHHH!" James screamed as Carlos pushed deep.

"That's it now fuck him hard. Show him how much you like that sweet ass of his," Blake directed. "Max, how's Jeremy doing? You think he can do some clean up on these boys?"

"He certainly can if we help him along. I'll ask Mario to come back in to keep him in check," Max said.

"You're doing good Carlos, keep it pounding, hard and deep, just like that," Blake encouraged. It was apparent from James's body language and expressions that the pain was past and he was now in a fuck frenzy trying to get as much of Carlos as he could.

"This is truly a great batch of subjects Max. We've never had so many that were this hot before. Let's have all the lights on so we can appreciate all their glory."

"Absolutely and you haven't seen half of them. The rest are even hotter," Max said laughing. "Any place in particular you want our boy Jeremy to start?"

"Have him lick out Mitchell first, but make sure he doesn't touch his dick. Sergio, put that cock lock on him before Jeremy starts. His cock is off limits until Carl's done with him. Then have him lick up any puddles we left, then move on to Austin's hole and dick; and the huge mess he made all over the floor. Have him wrap up with James. If he does a good job, let him fuck Carlos."

"What?" Carlos asked in panic.

"You are all going to be fucked, many times. Besides Max tells me that your buddy Jeremy has a nice cock. You should be glad we're not letting Mitchell have you. A nice average cock is much easier for your first time - just ask James here," Blake said.

"Damn! He's so big. It feels like he's going to go right through me!" James said in a rough voice as Carlos continued to pound him hard.

"Look at that boys. Take notes, you'll need to do just as well someday." Max said directing James and Carlos's attention to Jeremy licking out Mitchell's cum filled ass. "Make sure you don't leave any behind!" Max smiled as he watched Mitchell squirming in his restraints as his hole was invaded by Jeremy's searching tongue.

"He doing okay Sergio?" Blake asked.

"He's catching on real fast boss," Sergio responded.

"Max why don't we get some help for Sergio and we can move on to our Coach challenge? Let's also give these boys a break after Jeremy is done. Bring them back in after a couple of hours," Blake suggested.

"Already on it Dr. Connor," Max responded.

• Scene 5 *

"Billy's all set in Interrogation Room 4. I've got six of our better endowed staff lined up for your show. Medical should be down shortly with your requisition and a nicely bound Coach Davis is on his way to the observation room," Max summarized.

"Perfect. Let's hope this works," Blake said as he noticed Clara coming down the hall toward them.

"Good morning Dr. Connor. Max. Can you please sign for the medication?" Clara said handing Blake a tablet. "Thank you, and a reminder and I quote "Use of 'Bait' on a subject without the accompanying 'Stim' product can result in physical and mental trauma for the subject with potential long term psychological impact. Personally I think you just like hearing your own works spouted back at you." Clara handed over the basket of prescriptions and took back the tablet.

"Clara, I will actually need a dose of Stim for later. I'll let you know when and where the subject will be," Blake said.

"You know where to find us. I'll send one of the nurses up when you let us know you're ready for the application."

"Thanks Clara," Blake said. "Max, you ready for the show?"

"I'm with you." Max said leading Blake into the observation room for Interrogation Room 4. The room wasn't large but adequate for the task. Along one wall was a large one way window into the interrogation room, a side wall was covered with eight flat screens each carrying a different camera feed from the room - for both recording as well as closer views. Four large leather reclining chairs faced the windows, now being partially blocked by Coach Scott Davis. He had his back to the window wall, standing stiffly as he tried to keep his balance. His ankles were bound to a large steel bar, holding his legs wide apart and his arms were likewise bound behind his back to a second bar which was connected by a chain to his ankle bar. He still wore his shock collar but nothing else beyond his restraints. Blake paused a moment to admire the Coach's fine form.

"Coach Davis. Always a pleasure," Blake greeted as he walked in. "Beau. Sam. Hope you are both doing well?"

"No fucking pleasure for me. I keep telling you I will not do anything you want me to and I will escape and then you'll be sorry," Coach threatened.

"Still unpleasant as always," Blake said shaking his head. "I had really hoped you'd have a change of heart. But, no matter. We are moving on to plan B since pain doesn't seem to have any effect on your disposition."

"You get nothing!" Coach spat.

Blake looked behind Coach to see that Billy was now strapped into the harness, his legs spread eagle in the air with his ass very exposed to their view. Blake felt a slight twinge seeing the fear in Billy's eyes, but moved on knowing he'd do his best to make it right later. The six guards had moved in and were standing to Billy's right waiting for their queue. They were all naked, showing off their substantial endowments and large well-muscled bodies. Blake signaled Beau and Sam who began turning Coach Davis around to face the window.

"Scott, I hope you don't mind if we are less formal. Since you don't seem to care what we do to you, we've decided a new approach is in order. Do you recognize our lucky young man in the sling?" Blake asked. All six of the men had surrounded Billy and were showing stiff boners as they touched and fondled him.

"Fuck NO! You can't... how'd you get..." Coach stuttered in disbelief.

"Does that mean you do recognize him?" Blake asked.

"You can't fuckin' do this! He hasn't done anything!" Coach shouted trying to turn to face Blake.

"And who is it that he has you stirred up so Scott?" Blake asked.

"He's my son. Billy," Coach said in a pained voice.

"Yes, he is, isn't he? Well since you wouldn't cooperate and punishment had no effect we decided you could watch Billy take the punishment in your place."

"NO YOU CAN'T!!" Coach yelled.

"But we can, look we have six very horny men all ready to start," Blake said pointing back to the interrogation room.

"What are you going to do?" Coach asked.

"That's obvious isn't it? They are going to take turns fucking your son. Since he's likely a virgin, we made them draw straws to see who got his cherry," Blake said.

"No, please you can't," Coach said in a pleading tone.

"You didn't give us a choice Scott."

"I'll take the punishment, please! Don't let them touch him," Coach begged.

"You sure, you'll take the punishment?" Blake asked.

"Yes, yes. Please don't let them touch Billy," Coach pleaded.

"Max, would you make sure the nurse sees to Billy and dismiss our boys? Scott, you need to turn around and face me for a minute. Beau, please hold him still a moment," Blake asked as he took out a syringe and bottle from the medicines Clara had given him. Once loaded, he walked behind Scott, swabbed his ass cheek, and then gave him an injection.

"What the hell was that?" Coach asked.

"Insurance Scott, insurance that you'll do what you need to do. Oh, and did you know Scott that your son is gay? I'm not sure that he wasn't looking forward to those pretty men..." Blake said going back to the counter and cleaning up. He turned to see one of the nurses, in a bright smiley face smock applying the Bait to Billy's hole. It would take about five minutes for the pheromones to be absorbed and for it to start working. The injection for Coach should take about the same time but wouldn't hit him full force for about 10-15 minutes. By the time it hit Coach, it would be too late for him to do anything but ride the wave. The latest formula allowed for extreme arousal, so strong that the body took over and the brain and rational thought were locked up tight - just going along as a silent passenger. The new tweak they'd just recently perfected allowed the subject to remember everything in full detail even while their body acted on its own. That combined with the Bait on Billy's hole meant that there would be no missing the target.

"Beau, Sam. Why don't you remove Scott's restraints and escort him into see Billy. Please allow him some private time. Do NOT stay in the room with him," Blake said seriously.

"Yes sir. We understand," Beau and Sam answered.

Blake and Max watched as Beau literally pushed Coach into the interrogation room, closing the door and locking it tight behind him. Coach Scott Davis approached Billy slowly looking for the trap.

"Dad? Dad? Are you here to rescue me? What's goin' on Dad? Why are we here?" Billy asked with a trembling voice.

"Is it true Billy?" Coach asked.

"What Dad? Is what true? Are you going to help me get down now?" Billy asked.

"Are you gay?"

"Dad, just help me get loose. Let's get out of here. Please!" Billy begged.

"Is it?" Coach repeated.

"Yes," Billy said in a very small voice.

"Damn! How could you? After everything I did for you?" Coach raged. Blake and Max observed the signs even if Coach didn't. His cock was hard, his adrenaline had spiked and his emotions were going haywire. Coach moved to Billy's bottom, looking at his hole, the spread legs, his balls and cock standing straight up in the air. His little pink hole was wet and puckered. Coach reached toward it touching it tentatively, feeling the puckered edges, the wetness, how tight it was.

"Daddy? What are you doing? Please let me loose?" Billy pleaded.

"You let a man put his dick in here didn't you Billy?" Coach said as he started sliding his finger tip in Billy's hole.

"NO! I never! I swear. No one has ever even touched me I promise! I tried to be good daddy!"

"Such a tight little hole..." Coach said as his finger slid in further.

"Oww! Please don't daddy."

"Maybe Daddy should be the one to fuck you. Show you how it's done and what your future will be like, huh? Spreading your legs for truckers and bums? Letting them fill you with their cum? Maybe I should fill you with the seed that brought you into this world?" Coach asked as he slid a second finger into Billy's hole.

"No! Daddy it hurts. Please don't," Billy begged.

"Shouldn't be long now Max. That was a powerful dose and I don't think he'll be able to fight it long," Blake said with his arms crossed observing the scene play out. "Let's turn on the monitors, I figure if I made it happen I need to see it through."

"There he goes Blake," Max said pointing to one of the cameras picking up a close-up of Billy's hole with Coach's cock now rubbing against it.

"You are so tight Billy. Tighter than your mom ever was," Coach said as he pushed his cock deeper into Billy's hole.

"Please don't daddy. It hurts so bad," Billy said through his tears.

"Yes, so hot, so tight," Coach responded pushing all the way in. "Yes, yes, so good. What a sweet hole you have. I should have done this years ago. You could have been good for something at least!" Coach was pounding hard now, making Billy swing and jerk with each forceful thrust. Coach pounded and fucked Billy's hole hard and went on for several minutes, his balls swinging with the force of his fucking. Billy had his eyes clenched tight his hands balled into fists holding on to the straps and chains, tears running down his face.

"Max? Do you think Randy would work an extra shift today?" Blake asked as the rough sex played out in the other room.

Max visibly stiffened. "Why?"

"Chill Max. Think about it. Who would be better to provide tender loving support to our ravaged boy? Who is the most gentle and caring of all our team? Has the most compassion and might actually salvage something from Billy?" Max asked.

"Randy."

"Exactly. I know Billy is not his type, hell, he's not the type most of us prefer. I realize that Randy prefers the hairy, over endowed muscles but no brain type but I'm sure you could find a way to make it up to him," Blake said smirking.

"Funny, very funny," Max grumbled.

"Maybe offer to take him up to the cabin for the weekend. You know, make it up to him personally? I have it on good authority that he'd jump at the chance," Blake encouraged.

"I will see what we can do with Randy," Max said with a smile. "Damn, look at the jiz spurt out of that boy's hole! And he's still fucking like there's no tomorrow."

"Yeah. I thought we'd let him dump two or three loads then move him over to our new milker boys. It will take a few hours before he comes down off the meds. That gives him five more asses to ravage and continues to build his good will," Blake said with a wink.

Blake and Max marveled at Coach's stamina as he continued to pound and berate Billy. After the third load Beau and Sam gave Coach a jolt that put him down long enough to drag him from the room so the nurses could deal with Billy. "Max, have them apply a good dose of Stim to Billy before Randy gets him. I already requisitioned it. That should give a nice contrast to the sex with Coach," Blake said as Max nodded and headed out the door.

Max came back through the door into the observation room a few minutes later. "So he's done here? Randy said he'd be glad to help and is real concerned about what we had to do to Billy."

"I figured he would be. And about the weekend?" Blake asked.

"Yeah. He was pretty pumped," Max said with a blush and a Cheshire cat grin.

"Carl?" Blake asked.

["Here sir."] Carl responded.

"When your team has a chance, put together a nice steamy video of Scott taking Billy, make sure the sound is clear and lots of close ups of Billy's face and the beating his hole took. Definitely include the jiz spurting part. Make sure it loops on the monitor in Coach's room. I'd really like him to enjoy the fruits of his loins."

Carl's deep laugh echoed in the earpiece. ["It will be my pleasure. Want us to throw in any of his milker boys?"]

"Sure, if you get some good footage. A nice reminder of how the coach takes care of his team," Blake responded. "Good day so far Max. Now let Coach wear himself out fucking his boys."

END Chapter 4

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