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 9: Zippers Down, Copyright 2014 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

The LAB Chapter 9: Zippers Down By Tripp Savidge

Max pulled off his shirt and stood on the front porch talking on the phone and enjoying the morning sun as he stretched his muscled 6'3" body. He waved goodbye to Randy, who was headed into town to pick up some things he needed to finish up repairs. Unfortunately the hardware stores close to the cabin hadn't been open since noon on Saturday and Max had to stay close since the detectives were supposed to stop by with some wrap up questions. Thank the inventor of Bluetooth. He thought as he bent over stretching his hamstrings.

"So everyone is okay now?" Max asked. Luxuriating in the warmth on his naked skin.

"Mario is still pretty much wiped out and so is Takashi - but in a good way. I told them both to take the day off. Stephen was back up and doing great by midday, just a little longer to recover than me. I know the guys are thinking there has to be a pattern but I don't see it yet," Blake said.

"And Joseph?"

"On top of the world, like the cat who ate the canary. You'd think he'd pumped up on Red Bull. Gave the guys a workout even so... think by the end of yesterday, he'd had sex at least six times. And sadly I was not up to being his main squeeze until evening."

"How you feelin'?"

"Not too bad. I expected to be more sore - though yesterday it felt like someone had taken a roto-rooter to my ass and I was leaking jiz all day."

Max laughed. "I remember it well."

"Everything with you and Randy go well?"

"Yeah, he's a great fuck but I'm really ready to be home. I miss you and Joseph and have been giving it a lot of thought. If the offer's still open, I'd like to move in," Max said hesitantly.

"You are more than welcome. But you sound unsure?"

"Sort of afraid you'd change your mind."

Blake laughed. "Not a chance - but what about Randy?"

"Like I said... he's a great fuck but more like a 'fuck buddy' than a lover... and he doesn't make my heart go all fluttery or make my pulse race. Guess when you know what it can be like, you don't want to settle."

"I'm thrilled and Joseph will be too. I'll tell him as soon as he wakes up. He'll be at the university all day."

"Aren't you worried about him being away from us?"

"Yup. But after last week's incident, I got clearance from the Dean and Chris is signed up to monitor any classes with Joseph. He'll have an I.D. and can be on campus wherever Joseph is. Joseph has a few T. A.s that he doesn't want to disappoint but Chris can handle any overflow."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to jeopardize his grades by cutting off their one on one time," Max laughed.

"Hurry back Max, don't be late for your flight."

"Don't worry, looks like someone's pulling in now - hopefully it's the detectives and we can wrap this up. Won't take Randy more than an hour to finish once he gets back."

"See you soon."

"Ciao," Max said as he ended the call and stretched. He had planned to work out - guess I work out later or go without he thought as he headed to the front steps.

That car just screams cop. Max thought looking at the unmarked Crown Victoria. He noted that only one of the detectives was in the car. He watched as the man opened the door and then recognized Detective Curtis. He was wearing mirrored aviators that framed his face nicely, dark short beard, slightly balding and what hair he had was clipped as short as his beard. He was beefy but had some nice muscles underneath it, though Max thought he should buy better suits.

"Good morning Detective Curtis," Max said as the detective approached.

"John, please Mr. Moore, no need to be formal. And sorry for interrupting your workout," He said shaking Max's hand.

Damn if he isn't checking me out. Max thought. Thinks I can't see where his eyes are going behind those mirrored glasses. "Please, you can call me Max if we're dropping formalities. And no problem, I'll do it later," Max said as he did a languid stretch making sure to flex his muscles in a ripple that went from his hairy pecs, down his abs and black treasure trail to his hips and thighs. Oh he watched that alright.

"Like we said on the phone, just wanted to go through once again what you found in the cabin. Anything else that may have been left behind - I know we've been over it but I want to make sure we are thorough since we have two missing boys."

"Come on in. Glad to walk you through again." Max headed up the stairs, making sure to flex his ass with each step, putting a little extra bounce in his step, and reaching a little farther when he opened the door, to show off the muscles in his naked, smooth back. "So, your guys already took everything that was left in the kitchen. And in here, you found the backpacks and some sundries near the bed. Your guys already took the bedding that was here. These sheets I just put on the bed this morning."

This bedroom was fairly small with barely enough room to move around the bed. The guess was they used it since it was next to the kitchen and had a small bath nearby and was the only bedroom on this floor. Max brushed up against Detective Curtis, rubbing his ass 'accidently' across the detective's crotch as he made room for the detective to get around him.

"You don't think they used any of the other rooms?" John said removing his glasses and looking around.

"Like we told your partner, we didn't find anything out of place or disturbed in the other rooms. Doesn't mean they couldn't have been there and just put stuff back. I'll be glad to show you."

"If you don't mind. We're just looking for that string the pulls it all together."

Max, started up the stairs and then stopped and bent over to pick up a sweatshirt that he had tossed up earlier. He made sure to bend with his legs spread just a little, to make sure that his package was outlined by the tight workout shorts. "There are four bedrooms upstairs and a large bathroom. But I know the guys searched it when they were here earlier."

"Thanks Max, I appreciate you taking the extra time for me."

They walked through the first three rooms, looking under the beds, checking the corners. Max was able to brush against Detective Curtis a few more times in the tight quarters but he couldn't tell yet if he was having any impact on the stoic man.

"This is the last room, but the stuff you see is ours - we threw everything in here, packing to head back home you know."

"It's truly a mystery, don't know how the sheriff found them or where. If they'd just stayed here they might have been safe. Who knows..."

Max moved around the room gathering stuff and consolidating as the detective checked out the room. He moved up behind Detective Curtis who was looking out the window. "Find something?"

"No, just looking..." He said as he turned. "You must work out a lot? You ever a professional body builder or fitness model?"

"Nah. Just like to be in shape." He said flexing his arms and pecs in exaggeration. "I really do it for how it looks more than anything - ya' know you catch more flies with honey as the saying goes." Now that Max was closer, he could see the clear bulge in the detective's pants, the slight change to his breathing. Working in the 'sex business' every day Max had learned how to read men, their reactions and what they didn't do, as much as what they did. Like how he was within the detective's personal space but John had made no move to back up.

"Yeah, bet the girls go wild over all that bulging muscle," John said with a nervous laugh.

"Wouldn't know. I like men," Max said with a grin.

"Oh."

"Looks like you work out too. Why do you stay in shape?" Max said as he reached out to touch the detective's thick bicep.

"Ha ha. Can't compare to you... used to stay in shape for the job but after a while, why bother."

"That's a right shame... good looking guy like you. I'd think you'd get all the action you wanted. Suit hides it but I'm betting you've got some real nice pecs under there," Max said as he put his hand to the suit jacket and just lightly ran his fingers down the lapel.

"You wanna' see?" John asked quietly.

"Sure, let me help you with that." Max carefully helped John out of his jacket then stood back just a bit as the detective carefully removed his holster and belt and put it on the night stand. "Here let me help you with that tie. Personally I hate ties, makes it hard to breath."

Max ran his hands gently over the rounded pecs, he could feel the hair beneath and lightly brushed the nipples, enjoying how hard they got - clearly showing through the thin cloth of the detective's shirt. "You must work out more than you let on. That's an impressive chest."

"Thanks, but what I'd give to look like you," John said staring at Max's chest.

"You can touch if you want," Max encouraged.

John hesitantly reached out and ran both hands over Max's huge pecs, around and underneath then ran his fingers around the nipples as they hardened. Max moved just enough that John's finger ran over the nipple instead of around. John stopped and pulled his hand back suddenly.

"You ever kiss a guy John?" Max asked moving in just a little closer.

"Uhh, no... never."

"Would you like to?"

"I don't do guys..."

"That's ok... just a kiss. I'll even put my hands behind my back. You can touch wherever you want, you can put your arms around my waist or on my chest - whatever makes you more comfortable."

Max bent down a little to meet John's lips, so tentative at first and then with a little more pressure. Max gently opened his mouth and let John slide his tongue inside. Max carefully and gently kissed back - John had put his hands around Max's waist and one of them had slid down his ass, over the slick fabric of his workout shorts, feeling the round curve of his muscular ass.

"Wow," John said as he pulled back. "No one ever kissed me like that before."

"Want to try again. Promise I won't move my hands..."

"No... you can touch. It feels sort of awkward with you holding still and arms behind like that."

John reached up again, this time placing a hand behind Max's head to pull him down, the other hand wrapped around Max's ass as he drew him in for a deep, tongue probing kiss. This time Max wrapped his arms around John in return, rubbing his hand up and down his back, dipping to the start of his ass and then back up again. John continued to kiss, his tongue exploring Max's mouth. Max pulled John in closer and rubbed his crotch against John feeling how aroused he was and slowly unbuttoning John's shirt.

Max slid his hands under John's shirt and started feeling the firm hairy body, enjoying how his touch made John's kisses more urgent. John paused and pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before pulling Max back in. Max continued to kiss and grind and gradually managed to unfasten John's belt and the clasp of his pants. He pulled back and started kissing down John's neck, across his shoulders and then down his chest. When he found the ripe nipple and sucked it in, John shuddered and moaned. Max sucked and licked as his hands worked down John's back, one hand sliding inside the waist band and boxers and down his round hairy ass.

John's breathing told Max that he almost had him. He moved to the other nipple, his hands along John's side, then gently nudging the pants lower as he continued working his nipple. He bit gently then ran his tongue down the center of John's stomach, enjoying how he arched his back and gripped Max's shoulders. Max reached the lower stomach just above John's waistband and started kissing and licking. "May I?"

"Please..." John rasped.

Max pulled down the zipper, then slid his hands around John's ass and helped the pants fall down to his knees. He put his face to John's crotch, nuzzling the hard cock trapped in the boxers. He put his mouth over the firm flesh, squeezing with his lips, outlining the shape of him through the cloth. He could see the wetness leaking through the boxers and gently shifted them so with a little nuzzling the cock head peeked out of the fly. He licked the end of John's cock, taking in the pre-cum and enjoyed the shudder and groan it elicited. He gently pulled down the boxers and took the firm cock in his mouth, savoring the taste and texture. He took it in slowly and gently, then moved deeper taking it all in, releasing him, then doing it again. John was now rock hard but Max had taken bigger and there weren't many men at the Lab as gifted as he with sucking cock. He took John all the way to the balls, flexing his throat around the stiff manhood, then flicked his tongue under John's balls, slowly at first then with thick wet licks. Max guided John back to the bed laying him down before his legs gave out and slid off his shorts.

Max pulled off John's shoes and socks then slid the pants and boxers off so that John lay there completely naked. His hairy body ripe and ready to be taken. Max crawled up on the bed and kissed John, laying his body against him, letting him feel the full length of their bodies touching, skin to skin. "Do you want to taste me John?" Max said rubbing his hard cock against his side.

"Yes." John sat up and kissed Max's neck, then down his hairy chest, licking and sucking on Max's nipples just as he had done for John. Slowly he moved lower, outlining the washboard abs with his tongue then following the treasure trail down to Max's bush. "Oh my god. You are so big," John said as he held the base of Max's cock in his hand.

"It's okay John, taste it do what you want. You don't have to put all of me in your mouth," Max encouraged.

John started licking up and down Max's shaft, then the head and gently took the head in his mouth running his tongue over and around, sucking in the pre-cum. "Wow, you taste so good." He said and then started moving his head up and down on Max's monster cock - he couldn't get even half of him in his mouth but he was trying and to Max it felt wonderful.

Max ran his hand down John's back and around the meaty round ass, feeling the hair that lined his crack. He rubbed each cheek, gently running his fingers down that hairy channel, slowly and gently. By the way John was sucking he knew that he was getting to him. He licked his fingers and then slid them just a bit further so they gently brushed over his hairy opening. As the sensation hit John he managed to get another inch of Max into his mouth and the ass writhed up to meet Max's probing fingers. Slowly, licking his fingers again, max found that dark tight hole and started rubbing, applying the slightest pressure, then reached between John's legs and pulled his cock backward, scooping up the pre-cum and using it to lube John's hole.

John's spread his legs wide as Max probed his hole and groaned loudly around the dick in his mouth when Max's finger slid inside. Max continued to take it slow, gently massaging and working the hole, scooping more pre-cum and using it to get two fingers inside of John - then shifted a little and flipped John around so he was over top of John with his dick in John's mouth, and folded John's ass up so he could tongue his hole. He slid in his fingers again, opening John up and rubbing that sweet spot, it wasn't long and he was able to get four fingers inside at which point John was almost gagging trying to get more and more of the monster cock down his throat.

Max reached to the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom and the Man Grease. He flipped around on John, folding him over so his legs were over his head, his hairy ass in the air and then Max leaned in and kissed him, a deep, probing, tongue fucking kiss - at the same time he managed to get the condom on and lubed, then started running his cock against John's hole spreading it and opening him again. Max took it slow, gently pushing the head in then pulling out, then again - all while kissing and ravaging John's mouth. Soon, he was all the way in, sliding slowly back and forth enjoying the virgin fuck hole. He slid balls deep then pulled out, over and over until John was grabbing at his ass to pull him in again.

Max changed positions, putting John on his side as Max took him slowly and deeply, reaching his arm around to stroke and tease John's hard cock. Then moved him again on his hands and knees, fucking John deep and hard enjoying the sound of flesh smacking flesh with each thrust. Max squeezed John's balls and was rewarded with a squeeze of his own all around is cock. John was groaning and moaning as the monster cock plowed his ass - his legs spread wide. Then Max flipped him again, laying back with John firmly planted on his fuck pole. John didn't miss a beat and started riding Max's 10 1/2" dick.

God, that is so hot... seeing my huge cock rip open this virgin cop's hairy tight ass. Look at him ride, bouncing on my boner, taking it so deep. The pre-cum is just pouring out of that sweet cock of his. Max though as he reached out and grabbed the leaking cock firmly, squeezing and stroking while John rode him. In moments the riding became frantic as John fucked himself on Max's cock while being jerked off... then he exploded with load after load of hot man seed pouring from his cock - riding like a mad man he brought Max to a tremendous orgasm and Max blew his own load deep in John's ass, filling the condom.

Max pulled John in for another kiss, deep and passionate and then helped him clean up and get dressed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my life..." John confessed as he adjusted his tie.

Max kissed him again. "It was my pleasure to serve."

"You ever come back 'round again, you think you could give me a call?" John asked hopefully.

"For another session like that, you can count on it." Max said, squeezing John's crotch.

• Scene 2 *

So what'd I miss?" Randy asked as they threw the last of the bags in the Hummer.

"Not a thing. Really dull morning. Detective Curtis wanted to do a walk through, confirm what we already told them and then bid me a friendly farewell and that was it." Max said with a smile. "Now let's get home."

<Dr. Blake Connor> * Scene 3 *

The room was in a wild commotion as the young men greeted each other, gave hugs and shouted as they saw friends enter the classroom. Blake stood quietly at the front while the guards continued to usher the boys in. He wanted to give them some time, they'd been in isolation for a couple weeks and a few extra minutes wouldn't hurt. Many were gathered around Jason, their former assistant coach - asking questions he couldn't begin to answer. It was an interesting picture - all of the young men were in their bright rainbow of t-shirts, blue jeans, and converse shoes. While the colors varied, there was no missing the uniform look.

"Gentlemen, quiet please. It's time to take your seats. There are name placards on each of the desks, please find yours and have a seat," Blake said loudly. The group milled around for a bit as they help each other find their assigned seats. "Thank you."

"As you have now seen, some of you know other members and there are some new faces as well - but you are all part of the same class and will be together for some time, there will be other young men joining over time and we'll introduce them when they join. Let's start with introductions for those in the room, please stand when I call your name.

Aaron... Adam... Billy... Brandon... Daniel... Jason... Jose... Kevin... Kris... Kyle... Malcolm... Nick... and Peter. You are a team and are all equals, yes including Jason, who for some of you was your assistant coach. Each of you will be assigned to a roommate and a room - very similar to a dorm room. You will follow a schedule that is customized for you depending on where you are in your studies, your aptitudes, and what you are suited to learn or study going forward. For those who have not yet completed your high school degrees, you will take classes to finish and graduate. If you have already completed high school then you will move on to vocational training or college work. Each of you will have a fitness regimen and work out with a trainer every day. You will also be taking other training classes and be involved with ongoing testing.

"Yes Jason?"

"Weren't there any other survivors from the bus sir?" Jason asked with concern.

"Yes Jason, there were. Brice and Ben will be joining the group in a couple months. And before you ask, yes they will complete all the same training and lessons as you. Also here are: Austin, Carlos, James, Jeremy, and Mitchell. For now, they will be living in a separate wing but you will encounter them in some classes, fitness training, or during free time."

"If you have not already realized, there is an iPad on your desk, customized to you based on the answers you gave to questions when you first joined us." Dr. Connor turned to one of the students turning over his iPad in its hot pink case a look of distaste clear on his face. "Aaron, in the future I would suggest you take questions seriously when asked. If your favorite color is not truly hot pink, then you have no one to blame but yourself. At least it looks good on you. And no one is going to grab your iPad by mistake," Dr. Connor said with a laugh. "The apps and software loaded on your iPad is specific to you and any inbound or outbound traffic is strictly controlled. Under no circumstances may you try to communicate or send messages to the outside - it is one of the few actions that will bring swift and severe punishment. Other than that, they are yours to use in class and for entertainment. You'll find access to a full range of movies, music, books, manga, comics, and porn for you to peruse in your down time."

"Your schedule has already been loaded on your calendar and classes will begin tomorrow. Your other training and fitness sessions begin today. Just to let you know, you will be in classes with other students not in this group. You will be attending a private academy that is fully accredited for both undergraduate and graduate level classwork."

"Now some rules: 1) You are not permitted under any circumstances to send messages or try to communicate with those outside the Lab. 2) You are not permitted to harass, harm or bring pain or injury to any fellow classmate or staff member through actions or inactions. Fighting is strictly prohibited. 3) Any attempts to circumvent controls or restrictions is a punishable offense."

"On the brighter side we try to use the carrot versus the stick approach. You can earn credits for good behavior, excelling in your assignments, good performance, and for following instructions. Likewise you can also earn performance points. Credits work like cash, you will find a 'Lab Store' app on your iPad that has a large selection of items that you can 'purchase' with credits, everything from posters, chairs, lamps, and A/V equipment to furnish your room as well as personal items, snacks, games, and other electronics. Each of you start with a 200 credit balance to furnish your room - though I suggest you work with your assigned roommate so you can make best use of your funds."

"Yes Kyle?" Dr. Connor said as the young man raised his hand.

"What are the 'performance points'?"

"Your trainers and the staff have the option of awarding you 'performance points' at their discretion when you perform especially well. These points can be traded for favors, such as: ten point earns you 10 minutes without the penis lock, one point and you can remove the penis lock of a friend for 30 minutes as long as you are the one to bring his orgasm. You can also eventually use points to request specific trainers or partners for your exercises, or request specific activities or even escorted outings off campus. You can start earning points today but you cannot use them until one week from today, and then going forward."

"Sir, did you say that backwards - did you mean one point to remove your own lock? And what if you remove your classmate's lock and then he does his own stuff?" Kyle asked.

"No, that was correct - ten points to remove your own, one for someone else's. And to your second question, both subjects forfeit all earned points and the locks remain for one week without any chance of being removed if you cheat. Taking care of yourself is discouraged, taking care of others is rewarded. You will be under constant surveillance, there is no such thing as privacy. Part of that surveillance is for your own safety and protection since we must monitor any reactions to the drugs."

"Yes Adam?" Dr. Connor responded as the student raised his hand.

"What is the 'other' training and what happens with the drugs you said you'd be using on us?"

"Great question Adam. The 'other' training is a series of lessons to enhance your skills at bringing pleasure. Lesson 1: which begins today, is using your hands and mouth to bring a man to orgasm, in other words, blowjob, giving head... Once you have mastered that skill, you move on to Lesson 2: Cleanliness and rimming; Lesson 3: Receiving anal sex; Lesson 4: Riding cock, where you must be the one to bring your partner to climax; Lesson 5: Giving anal sex and then there are more lessons that follow." Dr. Connor looked at the faces of the young men, some had gone pale and looked ill, a few looked flushed and excited and a couple were downright frightened.

"I assure you that we take it slow and the pacing of these lessons is specific to you and your progress. The testing of medications to enhance sex will also begin today."

"Brandon?" Dr. Connor said making eye contact with the young man who barely raised his hand.

"Will we know when the drugs are being used or what they do?" Brandon asked.

"No. We are very careful to not let you know. Each of you will be given pills daily along with your vitamin supplements. You will not know when or if you have a placebo that does nothing or an active drug. The same is true of any topicals - you will have topical creams applied regularly and sometimes they are just a moisturizing placebo and other times they will be an active drug. We don't want you to know because the mind and power of suggestion is a potent force and would throw off any results."

"Yes Aaron?"

"What if we refuse to suck dick? It's not like you can make us..." Aaron said defiantly.

"Yes they can." Came a quiet voice from the back.

"Nick, something you'd like to share?"

"I said yes they can. Dude, you're better off sucking dick - if you don't they have this metal gag they put in your mouth that holds you wide open and then they can just fuck your mouth as much as they want. Not very comfortable," Nick explained.

"Thanks Nick, very accurate. You've earned your first point. We give you the opportunity to cooperate and make it as pleasant as we can but in the end you will do what we ask, one way or another. Did that answer your question Aaron?"

"Yes sir," Aaron said looking very uncomfortable.

"Daniel?"

"Sir, I think there's been a mistake on my schedule - 'Lesson 1' is on here five times today."

"Not a mistake Daniel. That is correct, we'll start you off slow. By next Monday you'll have around ten a day. Your body needs to adjust to consuming that much semen. It may give you some digestive issues at first but I assure you they will pass." Dr. Connor smiled to himself as he watched the shocked reaction start with Daniel and then move to his classmates. "Other questions before we get to room and roommate assignments?"

"Jason?"

"Couple of questions. One, I know it may just be me, but why the penis lock and how long do we have to have them?"

"Excellent question Jason - and for everyone's benefit you are 'ALL' wearing penis locks and will be for quite some time. Needless to say you may not pleasure yourselves or gain release through your own actions - the only way to get off is to earn it or curry the favor of your roommate or classmate to use one of their precious points for you. The 'why' is simple, if you have to earn it you'll try harder. And your second question?"

"Next to the schedule on most classes it has a building, floor, and room but there are some with just letters like PH?"

"If you select the maps tab, you will find a layout of the buildings, floors, and rooms that are open to you along with a key to any abbreviations - except that one. It stands for Penthouse but your escorts will help you find your way until you are all familiar with the place." Dr. Connor said looking around at the faces, noting an ear-to-ear grin on Kyle and Jose's faces as he answered.

"Once I read off and name an assignment, please go to the door and you will be escorted to your room and will be given a tour of the student areas and then you can begin your day. Assignments are: Aaron and Kevin 401, Adam and Daniel 402, Billy 403, No roommate yet, but you'll likely have one by the end of the week. Brandon and Kyle 404, Jason and Jose 405, Kris and Malcolm 406, Nick and Peter 407." As Dr. Connor finished, he saw Clara, the nurse, walk in behind him - standing out in her smiley face smock. He waited for all of the subjects to exit with their escort and then turned to Clara.

"What do you have for me Clara?"

"Need to decide who gets what today," she said looking over the top of her glasses, stylus in hand, tablet ready."

"Let's do topical bait on the trainers for Aaron, Adam, Brandon, Jason, Kris, and Nick. It will help them over the hump and once they've done it a few times... well they won't mind so much. Let's repeat the same for at least tomorrow and we'll decide then what we do next."

"You don't think it will confuse them on why they want those penises so badly when they think they're straight?"

"Oh yeah, just makes it all the better," Dr. Connor laughed.

• Scene 4 *

Dr. Connor opened the door and tried to slide in the small room quietly but both men turned to look him. Sam was standing against the wall, arms crossed and a look of utter frustration on his face. Aaron was on the floor his muscles bulging in the hot pink shirt as he pointedly looked at the floor.

"Problem?" Dr. Connor asked.

"Aaron is deciding if he wants me to use the spider gag or the deep throat gag. I told him to get started but he hasn't moved."

"Aaron, are you confused on what you need to do?" Dr. Connor asked sincerely.

"I just can't..."

"Okay, let's start out slow. Why don't you pull Sam's zipper down, and pull out his cock, that's step one," Dr. Connor suggested calmly.

Aaron hesitantly reached up and pulled the zipper down and slowly pulled out Sam's soft cock, Blake knew it was a fine piece and once he was hard would be a real pleasure for Aaron. Aaron held it hesitantly in his hand as it started to grow slightly. A strange expression was coming over his face as he stared at the flaccid cock... then slowly hesitantly he put it to his mouth and sucked it in. Sam was quickly getting hard but it wasn't slowing Aaron down, he was sucking and taking in the cock with enthusiasm.

"There you go Sam. Don't forget to coach on what feels good and what doesn't - he needs to learn," Dr. Connor said as he excused himself from the room. One down, let's see how Adam is doing. Dr. Connor made rounds of the straight boys starting Lesson 1 and while he had to encourage a couple to get started, once they touched or had the trainer's cock out, the resistance was gone. The bait works every time... he laughed to himself.

• Scene 5 *

Bing, Bing. The intercom sounded.

"Yes Claire?"

"Sir, we have a situation down in reception, may I step in?"

"Sure."

Claire opened the door and walked in, her gray suit immaculate, her hair pulled up in a stylish up-do. The quintessential executive assistant. "There's a Department of Health inspector here, asking to do a walk through, and it's not Mr. Kimble."

"But he always calls Max in advance... sets up an appointment. Shit! He must have been replaced and Max isn't here. Okay, let me see..." Dr. Connor walked over to the mirror, took off his jacket, then his tie and opened the top button of his shirt. That's a little friendlier looking. He thought to himself. He ran his hands through his hair, softening the spike and making it look a little more tousled. The shirt and slacks were snug but not obscene. Joseph had insisted he change to the European cut which formed to his body. "If it weren't for these bruises."

"I'll be right back, I think I have something..." Claire said and returned quickly with something in her hand. "Look at me and hold still." She started rubbing something over the bruises, looking at him intently, used a little spit to rub something in a little more and smiled. "Perfect... no one will ever notice."

"What?"

"Concealer, a woman is always prepared. And while you are still quite handsome, the bruises did distract."

"You are marvelous, thank you. I'm your slave for life." Dr. Connor smiled.

"Just promise you'll never make me work for that man again and I'll continue to serve and protect. But if you even think about sending me back, I'll raid stores and have my way with you until you submit."

"You make it sound like I'd object."

"Your dance card is full and while I know you do like women, there isn't room in that heart for any more," she teased.

"Always room for more," he said with a wink.

"You can lie to yourself Dr. Connor but not me. Someone has to watch out for you. Tell me, who do you count on your dance card?"

"Joseph and... well, hopefully Max."

"Let's try a test. You don't even have to answer just think about my question... okay?"

"Sure, shoot."

"What would you do, what would you think if Craig, our wise-ass, jokester came in and said he was leaving? Finally got a modeling offer he couldn't refuse and was headed to Europe?" Claire asked with a long pregnant pause as she watched his face carefully.

Craig leaving? Blake thought about it, his heart dropping to his toes, his stomach tying in knots. I'd rather lose my right arm... He wouldn't really, he loves it here, seems so happy. But what if he did? Blake felt himself spiraling downward.

"Okay now our Spanish stud Stephen decides he's homesick and walks out."

Blake felt overwhelming sadness at the thought of not seeing Craig and Stephen, not being able to laugh with them, hold them...

"Exactly as I thought." She said with a stern look. "You need to be honest with yourself Dr. Connor. I've been here through it all, the day you brought Joseph in, the first time Craig told you your manhood was heaven and your ass his own paradise. I've seen these men worm their way into your heart - long before you started those little yellow pills. So don't even think about telling me it's just the drugs. Maybe not all of them but certainly those two men and if we're really being honest, do you remember what it was like when Diablo left. I certainly do, you and Joseph moped for months and it won't take long before Diablo heals those wounds, bats those bedroom eyes at you and you crumble just as quickly as you do for Craig and Stephen. Treasure your men Blake because I guarantee it's mutual. And I don't mean just with Joseph - they are as devoted to you as they are to Joseph," Claire said walking briskly from the room, passing Craig on the way.

"Hey beautiful," Craig greeted Claire as she passed then turned to Dr. Connor. "Hey Doc, you ready to head downstairs?" Craig asked as he walked on into the room. He stopped cold when he saw Dr. Connor up close, a look of concern coming across his face. "Hey, you okay? Everything okay with Joseph?"

"Yeah... Claire just pointed out how I needed to count my blessings, what a fool I was. A bit hard to take you know..." He tried a laugh but it didn't work.

Craig was close now, not touching but right there before him. Craig reached up and wiped a tear from Blake's cheek. "I certainly like your blessings - such big, thick blessings make my insides go all tingly, then there's that blessing that so warm and holds me tight. What can I do for you?"

Blake couldn't help but laugh. "A hug would be nice."

Craig stepped in and wrapped his strong arms around Dr. Connor, pulling him close and holding him tight. "You know I'd do anything for you... all you have to do is ask." He paused. "Want me to take my clothes off?" He asked leaning back so he could look into Blake's face, then raised an eyebrow, and gave his best lecherous look.

"Always... but unfortunately we have a visitor to take care of at the moment."

• Scene 6 *

The man standing in the lobby looked nervous, he was young, maybe mid to late-twenties. Athletic build gone soft, maybe sports in high school or college because there was some nice muscle under the suit, but not a gym rat. Soft sandy-colored hair thinning a bit, nice smile and friendly face - maybe 5'10".

"Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Blake Connor."

"Afternoon, I'm Cole McDaniel with the Department of Health. I'm your new inspector."

"I do hope everything is okay with Mr. Kimble?"

"Oh yes. He was promoted so they had to assign someone new to his portfolio."

"Hopefully he didn't say anything too awful about us to scare you off," Dr. Connor laughed.

"No, actually that was sort of strange. He shook my hand, called me a 'lucky bastard' and that was it," Mr. McDaniel said shaking his head.

"So where would you like to start?"

"I'm not sure I'll have time for everything, I have to pick up my kids from daycare by 5:30."

"Not a problem, why don't we start with production, then move on to collection and testing?"

"Works for me."

It took a while to finish the inspections of the production and packaging process but it helped Dr. Connor build up a rapport with the new inspector. He was laughing and much more at ease as they headed to collection. Dr. Connor didn't use their internal language with inspectors but knew this is where the rubber hit the road, not all men were comfortable with the milking lab.

Mr. McDaniel was impressed with the precautions and preparation required to enter the facility and was stunned with the facility itself. Dr. Connor made sure he explained the process thoroughly and gave Mr. McDaniel a close-up inspection of the process, pointing out how the nipple and anal stimulation increased production volumes. And with the use of live examples, how the 'volunteers' were connected to the equipment where their penises were stroked, stimulated, and milked - their abundant loads splashing and collecting in the glass containers as they moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Dr. Connor had sent Craig on ahead to make a number of arrangements including ensuring a full room of fine attractive men being pleasured by the automated equipment. Dr. Connor even encouraged Mr. McDaniel to ask questions of the subjects as they toured. He found Mr. McDaniel's reactions and facial expressions priceless especially when the men told him how much the anal stimulation was appreciated. His discomfort over the men's asses being pounded by large vibrating dildos on mechanical arms gradually waned as he saw the pleasure the men were getting from the experience and when they exploded in orgasm the look he gave was one of envy.

By the time they were done with the milking rooms, Mr. McDaniel was looking very flushed and uncomfortable - a very prominent bulge in his suit trousers. Dr. Connor watched as Mr. McDaniel was struggling to remove his protective scrubs and gear.

"Here, let me help you. These things take some getting used to, especially if you aren't doing it every day." Dr. Connor helped with the hat and gloves first, then the shoe covers, then started on the top, taking a little liberty as he did so to run his hands over the nervous young man lifting the shirt. Then he moved on to the pants, using his hands to slide down Mr. McDaniel's body as he helped pull them off. Dr. Connor gently passed his hands over the bulge, enjoying the involuntary quiver it produced in Mr. McDaniel.

"Your donors seemed to be very enthusiastic about the process. But I found the personal aspect somewhat unnerving..."

"I'm sorry, but it is quite pleasurable. And as you saw, it's all on the up and up. Since, you asked several of the donors yourself what it was like and how they were treated, it should make you more comfortable with the collection process. It is quite sterile and the semen isn't exposed to any outside contaminates since the vacuum extractor pulls it from inside the urethra. You also confirmed everything is to code," Dr. Connor said reassuringly.

"No I didn't mean something was wrong, just seeing so many men in such a very personal situation, in such pleasure - treating it like, I don't know... giving blood."

"Well we do try to make it enjoyable."

"Yeah, I got that loud and clear," he said as they started down the hall.

Dr. Connor saw Ian walking toward them right on schedule, a large tray of samples and equipment in his hands.

In a flurry of motion, Mr. McDaniel was falling and Dr. Connor reached to catch him - making sure his attention was on him. Mr. McDaniel never saw the squirt bottle in Ian's hand as the sound of breaking glass, and metal hitting the hard tile floor echoed in the hallway. Ian and his tray had gone flying.

"Goodness, I am so sorry I tripped and then..."

"It's okay, accidents happen. Are you hurt?" Dr. Connor asked with concern.

"No, no, I'm fine, just made a mess of things," Mr. McDaniel said as he stood and started brushing himself off. "I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean bump into you or make such a mess."

"Quite alright sir. I'm fine," Ian said.

"Oh dear. Mr. McDaniel I'm afraid you've spilled samples all over yourself," Dr. Connor said with concern pointing out the wet spots down Mr. McDaniel's pants.

"Quickly, let's get you into an exam room and get those off and make sure anything is neutralized. Ian a hand if you would please." Dr. Connor hurried Mr. McDaniel into an empty exam room.

"What's wrong?" Mr. McDaniel asked in confusion.

"Well we don't know what is all over you and since Ian was taking samples to the testing lab, we want to make sure if anything got on your skin that we wash it off quickly and make sure it is removed from your clothing. Please... you'll need to remove your pants or anything that appears wet."

Mr. McDaniel kicked off his shoes and had his pants off quickly but then saw that his shirttail was also wet at the bottom and so he threw his jacket aside and the tie to get the shirt off and sat back on the exam table in his briefs.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid it soaked into your briefs as well Mr. McDaniel. Here, let me get you a sheet to cover up while we get these to laundry. Ian if you would be so kind as to run these down and make sure they are taken care of..." Dr. Connor said putting on gloves then gathering the clothing and handling it carefully to Ian wrapped in a sheet. He gave a wink and then turned back to Mr. McDaniel.

"Give me a moment Mr. McDaniel and I'll get some things ready and have you cleaned up in no time." Dr. Connor smiled to himself as he ran a basin of hot water, added a mild soap and grabbed some cloths from the cupboard. He then took out a few official looking medicine bottles and pretended to add them to the basin. "There we go. This will neutralize anything that might have made contact with your skin. Do you want me to call in a nurse so it's not just me?"

"No, please, I am so embarrassed. Can you just take care of it?"

"Absolutely. But I'm going to need to remove the sheet, it may have been contaminated." He pulled the sheet away and put it in the corner. "Please lie back and relax."

"Sorry about... you know... it's just that after seeing all those men getting off, I think it's sort of stuck in my mind. What a horrible way to make a first impression," Mr. McDaniel said with a blush as his manhood stood stiff and erect.

"Not to worry, my job is naked men and I doubt you have anything I haven't seen." Dr. Connor started with the warm cloth on Mr. McDaniel's leg, admiring the cock poking straight up in the air, the nice light brown bush, large balls, muscled thighs with a nice layer of hair, a treasure trail up his soft stomach to nicely rounded pecs, with pert pink nipples hard and aroused, surrounded by soft light brown hair. "My but you do have an exquisite penis Mr. McDaniel, such a nice shape and beautifully sized, I bet your wife loves sucking on that beauty."

Mr. McDaniel gave a nervous laugh. "I wish. Nah, she thinks oral sex is dirty."

"What a shame." Dr. Connor said as he wiped off his legs with the warm, wet cloth, then gently spread his legs so he could reach his inner thighs. "I get to see a lot of the male member and I assure you, that you have one to be proud of... spread a little wider I need to do around your testicles. That's it, if you wouldn't mind lifting your legs a little... perfect."

"Wow that feels really good."

"You've never had someone play with your ass or balls?"

"No, can't say that I have. And I certainly never found a prostate exam 'pleasurable'."

"Tsk tsk. You saw from the men in collection what a pleasure it can be. An exam is not intended to be personal or pleasurable. I could give you just a tiny sample so you know the difference..."

"Well maybe just a little... as long as it's not too intrusive."

"Goodness, no. Just the tip of my finger," Dr. Connor said with a smile. He took a small sample tube from his pocket, squeezed out a pea sized drop and gently applied it to the soft pink opening. "Just relax, you'll feel just a little pressure." He worked his finger around the opening, massaging and working in the special lube, gently pressing and gradually sliding his finger in as it started to work. Mr. McDaniel's ass was opening up for Dr. Connor, still tight and hot as his finger slid in and around then found that sweet spot and started to massage, gently but firmly. Mr. McDaniel grabbed the side of the table and looked at Dr. Connor in surprise.

"Oh my... that's intense."

"And that's just my finger - your body is just waking up to the sensation. It becomes much more intense and pleasurable. And imagine something large and thick like what you saw being used on the men in collection, rubbing over that spot, again and again. If you can't convince your wife to do this for you, adult stores sell a variety of vibrators, toys, and dildos that would allow you to do this for yourself."

"I don't think I could do that." Mr. McDaniel looked very flushed, his hard cock now leaking a sweet stream of pre-cum that was running down to the root of his shaft.

"But here, you just relax and we'll have you cleaned up in no time." Dr. Connor moved up and wiped off Mr. McDaniel's stomach and his chest, teasing the cloth over his nipples enjoying how it made Mr. McDaniel's cock twitch.

"Beautiful nipples, you saw how our volunteers liked having them stimulated. Are yours sensitive?" Dr. Connor already knew the answer but didn't think Mr. McDaniel had made the connection.

"Don't really know..." he said as Dr. Connor rubbed and teased his nipple. "Oh... my."

"In our business, we call that hard-wired. Manipulation of the nipples that sends a signal directly to your penis. You really need to try more things... you said your wife didn't like to, but have you ever had someone give you oral sex?"

"No, not really. A girl I dated started to once but then we got interrupted and just never happened again."

"I'm going to wipe off your penis now, just wanted to warn you, please relax." Dr. Connor got a fresh cloth and made sure the water was still warm then gently massaged the hard cock as he wiped, milking the pre-cum so that it was coating the head of the cock while he cleaned the shaft.

"I'm really sorry Doctor, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"No apology necessary. This is what we do here, I'm just still in shock that you never let anyone suck this beautiful penis."

"Well it's not that I didn't let anyone, no one ever wanted to."

"Oh I would," Dr. Connor said as he pretended nonchalance and started massaging and wiping his balls.

"Really?" Mr. McDaniel asked. His breathing had changed and Dr. Connor could see the temptation in his eyes.

"If you'd let me..."

"Well I really shouldn't," Mr. McDaniel said with regret.

"You do think it would feel good, don't you?"

"Yes. But..."

"And you do trust me, I am a doctor specializing in sex you know," Dr. Connor cajoled.

"Yes, I do," Mr. McDaniel said getting more flustered as Blake continued to touch and stroke.

"You do want me to, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do..."

Dr. Connor slowly bent down and took the pre-cum covered head in his mouth, savoring the taste and sucking it in as Mr. McDaniel moaned in pleasure. Then he pulled off the gloves and ran his hands over McDaniel's chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples while the other hand scooped and squeezed his balls. He took more of the cock in his mouth, sliding down, taking it deep in his throat, then sliding up running his tongue over and around the sensitive head, teasing it coaxing more sweet pre-cum from the slit, then he slid his fingers under the balls and started massaging and rubbing his perineum as he sucked harder. McDaniel continued to moan as he got closer and closer, his body a fine instrument in the hands of a master musician. Dr. Connor could tell McDaniel was close and then felt him reach out and grab his arm as his body spasmed, giving up his precious load, squirt after squirt of hot spicy man seed. Dr. Connor sucked it in continuing to rub, to squeeze his nipples and suck deep into his throat.

"Oh god, that was amazing."

"I told you that you have a beautiful cock."

"I didn't know it could feel that good."

"Well I am very glad that I could show you what you've been missing - it was truly my pleasure. You are a very attractive man, so sexy..." Dr. Connor said running his hand over Mr. McDaniel's hairy chest, rubbing the nipples feeling the firm muscle under the soft skin. "You really need take care of yourself better."

Dr. Connor finished cleaning off Mr. McDaniel and then gave him a sheet and blanket until his clothes were returned - dry, still warm and folded.

• Scene 7 *

Dr. Connor took Mr. McDaniel down to the testing floor where they could use the observation rooms to demonstrate how they tested the medicine. The first room happened to be Kris his smooth young face and full lips wrapped enthusiastically around Sergio's beautiful cock. In the second room Mr. McDaniel got to observe the effects of bait and stimulant as the Latin stud Carlos plowed James. Dr. Connor managed to get Mr. McDaniel through four more observation sessions before he offered to go back up to his office.

"I know you'll want to see all the most recent licenses and certificates. I keep them in my office."

"Yeah, that would be great. Thank you," Mr. McDaniel said absently.

Dr. Connor knew the last hour of observation had reignited Mr. McDaniel's lust. While he asked questions and did all the right things, his breathing had become shallow, his face was flushed and there was no hiding the bulge in his pants. Claire showed them into the office and closed the doors. Dr. Connor set the folders out on the table but at the moment there were boxes in both chairs. As Mr. McDaniel stood looking at the folders, checking off what he found, Dr. Connor walked up beside him, gently running his hand up his thigh and over the curve of his ass.

"Everything looks to be in order." Mr. McDaniel said shakily. "Just have to make sure they're all here."

Dr. Connor slid his hand over the round ass, using his middle finger as he slid downward to trace the crack of McDaniel's ass, the smooth cloth allowing him to press in and separate the cheeks as he slid his hand down and between McDaniel's legs. I wonder if he even realizes he just spread his legs and tipped his ass up for me. Dr. Connor thought.

"Really shouldn't..." Mr. McDaniel rasped.

"You are so attractive... such a beautiful round ass," Dr. Connor said as he continued to rub, sliding his hand between McDaniel's legs, teasing his balls. Dr. Connor reached around and unfastened McDaniel's belt as his hand slid inside the pants and found his hard cock. "So very sexy," He whispered in his ear. In a heartbeat McDaniel's pants and underwear had fallen to his knees and Dr. Connor's hands were unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his body, massaging his chest and nipples.

Mr. McDaniel had bent farther forward putting his ass up for Dr. Connor, who slid down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He then opened and put on the condom and put his cock to the already greased hole. Just in case he added a little more from the tube and massaged McDaniel's tight opening. Dr. Connor massaged for a while longer, letting the cream take hold then gently started to push his way into the virgin hole.

"Ohhh! God, you are so big!"

Dr. Connor continued to work his hole, sliding farther and farther in as Mr. McDaniel spread his legs wider and bent over the table. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants as Dr. Connor pulled off McDaniel's shirt and tie and now had him naked at the small conference table. "Lift your leg up... that's it. See our reflection in the mirror, your beautiful naked body riding my cock."

"So full, so deep... oh man, it feels so good. I thought it'd hurt but it's sooo good."

Dr. Connor pulled off the rest of his clothes and stepped out of his shoes and pants and resumed fucking the tight virgin hole. The cream may take his pain away but wow, he is still so damn tight. Dr. Connor thought as he slid all of his long shaft in and out of the lightly furry hole. Dr. Connor moved to the floor and Mr. McDaniel eagerly sat on his thick, long cock, taking it deep and riding him. "Mr. McDaniel, you are so sexy."

"Please, please call me Cole, it seems really stupid to use last names when I have your cock buried inside my body."

Dr. Connor reached up and pulled Cole down for a kiss, then let him sit back up and ride. He took Cole's hard, wet cock in his hands and felt him quiver on his shaft. "Cole, I want you to take me."

Dr. Connor flipped Cole to the floor, pushing his legs wide and sucked Cole's cock into his mouth licking up the pre-cum before he gently put the condom on Cole. Blake took a little of the cream from the tube and applied it to his own hole before he straddled Cole and slid down on him.

"Oh, wow, that feels so good, so hot... so tight..."

Dr. Connor then proceeded to ride him, alternating slow and quick strokes and gyrating on the prone man, milking his cock, torturing it with his ass. When he thought Cole couldn't take anymore, he steadied his rhythm and squeezed an eruption out of his victim. Cole gasped and writhed on the floor as Dr. Connor continued to milk his cock after Cole came.

Dr. Connor leaned down and kissed Cole again, running his hands over his chest while Cole was still buried deep inside him. Cole cried out a little when Dr. Connor finally released him, tightly stroking Cole's cock as he rose. He grabbed some towels and helped wipe Cole up and then even helped him get dressed, taking the liberty of touching and stroking Cole in all his most intimate places as he did so.

They returned to the table and Dr. Connor reached out and took one of the remaining folders and carried it back to his desk. "I'm sorry Mr. McDaniel, I can't find the County License, I'm afraid you'll have to come back to confirm that one. I do hope it won't be too much of an inconvenience?"

"No, no, won't be a problem at all."

"Good, we can set up an appointment in a couple days so I can give you my full attention and answer any questions," Dr. Connor said as he had backed Cole up against the wall, one hand on his crotch and the other sliding inside his shirt. "I know you have to go pick up your kids, and I wouldn't want to make you late," he said as his tongue slid along Cole's jawline. "You know the other inspectors found that they had to schedule regular appointments since there was so much going on here."

"Yeah," Cole gasped. "Saw that in the file."

"I do hope your day went well. It would be nice if you remembered me... later when you... you know," Dr. Connor said as he squeezed the cock starting to grow firm again in his hand.

"Yes sir... see you in a couple days," Cole said as he almost fell out the door, leaving and stumbling into Craig.

Claire looked at the disheveled young man as Craig helped steady him and escorted him to the elevator. She turned and gave Blake a raised eyebrow as the elevator doors closed. "Well?"

"Damn! That was hot. I'm almost glad Max wasn't here to take care of that one. Not only was he sexy as hell, he was absolutely desperate for the attention. I'm going to enjoy him."

"Not to mention you absolutely love seducing frustrated, married men," Claire said.

"Yeah, that too."

• Scene 8 *

"Mario, thank you for stopping up. Max and I wanted to talk about the unfortunate incident over the weekend and extend our sincerest apologies," Dr. Connor started.

Mario looked at the two men with a look of confusion on his beautiful Latin face, as he sat stiffly in the chair in Dr. Connor's office. "I don't understand."

"We make it a point to never force intimacy on a staff member without prior consent and certainly not intimacy with multiple partners. You will find a bonus in this week's deposit and I promise to do my utmost to not let it happen again. You signed up to guard, not take care of personal needs."

"We certainly understand if you want us to change your rotation or your assignments," Max said sincerely.

"Hey, I never turn down money. But, you don't owe me an apology and I most definitely don't want to change my rotation or assignment, unless you can make it more likely for that to happen again."

"But Mario, you were not given a choice. Joseph's condition is sort of like having 'Blue' forced on you. You didn't get a say in your partners or what you did, that was taken from you," Dr. Connor said with concern.

"Dr. Connor, Max," Mario said looking at them in turn. "It was awesome and if there is a sign-up sheet, please put my name on it, put it on my record, my preferences, pre-approved consent, whatever. I would gladly serve you, Joseph, Max, and any of the Black Guard in that capacity any day of the week, any time. Personally, one-on-one, threesomes, foursomes, hell, all of you... seriously any time."

Max stood and offered a hand to Mario. "Thank you Mario, your preference will be noted and Dr. Connor and I will talk about options. Sorry I missed it, I've never had the pleasure and from what Dr. Connor said - you were exquisite."

"Thank you sir. There just aren't words to describe him, them, the... well you know. Like I said, all you gotta' do is ask and I'm yours."

Max ushered Mario out the door, closed it and then leaned back against it, putting his arms across his chest and giving his best questioning look.

"What?"

"What? What did you do to that man? He's positively giddy - never have I seen him like that. He's also the second man to be pulled in 'unintentionally', first Tony now Mario. Maybe we need to talk to Joseph and ask him why. Somehow I don't think it's accidental."

"Yeah, I agree," Blake said shaking his head. "But god Max, it was so fucking awesome. You did not fully communicate the 'awesomeness' part when you recapped your adventure. I know it was just as awesome because Craig and Stephen have both told me the intimate details."

"Maybe. But it was also scary as hell."

"Not for me Max. To be honest I didn't even try to fight it once I realized what was happening. And if we could get you to trust Joseph, I don't think you would either."

"You may be right."

"We really expected you to come over last night. Something happen?" Blake asked.

"Not really. Checked in with everyone then ran into Tank, got caught up with him. Made a visit to Peter like I promised and then was just too tired to go anywhere."

"Everything okay with Peter?"

"Yeah, he just wanted to talk. Had all kinds of questions and then asked if I'd be doing any of his special 'training'."

"What did you tell him? You know you can. If you want you could do all of his training."

"Told him the truth... that usually I don't usually get involved until second or third week when they've had a chance to build up to me. He said he didn't care and would do his very best if I would."

"David is doing the training schedule - just let him know, you can bump whoever you want, whenever you want. Changing subjects. Do you know what's going on with Joseph's mysterious 'date night'?"

"Not that I'm allowed to say," Max said with a big smile.

"Traitor! Since when does Joseph take me to a strip club for a night out? It all seems rather fishy to me."

"Guess you'll just have to trust him," Max said with a grin.

• Scene 9 *

Blake and Joseph walked up to the doors of Zippers, trailed by Craig and Beau. The bright neon from the signs lighting the dark night. Beside the door was a huge sign: 'GAY NIGHT, TONIGHT ONLY: LIVE FILMING - You must sign waiver to enter'. The door opened and they entered the dark and loud entrance way, approaching the large podium. Where Ted, the manager, a rather imposing man in his dark suit stood waiting.

"Dr. Connor, Joseph welcome. So glad to see you back again. Assume you saw the sign, need you to slide your license into the reader, look at the green light and answer a couple questions. Ready?"

"Sure Ted," Dr. Connor said as he slid his driver's license into the reader.

"You confirm that this is your license and you are indeed Dr. Blake Connor and that you agree to the terms of the waiver. We are filming this evening and if your image is captured and used, you receive a flat fee as an extra, if you are filmed in physical contact or in a sex act you receive the bonus extra fee."

"Confirmed," Dr. Connor said and then stood back while Joseph and the others repeated the process.

"Oh and just to warn you we've been having some trouble with a couple of straight jocks from the University. We gave 'em a warning but if you see them getting rough with the dancers or getting nasty again let me know."

"Why not just boot them now?"

"They're on the football team, real popular, don't want to create a fuss if we don't have to. The college crowd pays our bills. Hey, show Dr. Connor and Joseph to their table," he said flagging down a passing server. The man was in tight leather pants, boots, no shirt and a black leather masquerade mask. Dr. Connor figured he probably knew him, but couldn't tell from the muscled upper body alone. The waiter walked them through the crowd, passed the runway bar and to a table up close to the stage and the runway - a large reserved sign and four seats were already set.

"Enjoy your evening gentlemen," the waiter said in a heavy French accent.

Dr. Connor looked at him again and smiled, noting the dark curly hair and the flash of blue eyes. "Thank you Jean-Claude, and please don't forget to visit. It's been too long."

"Wondered if you'd know it was me."

"Not until you spoke. But now my mouth is watering," Blake teased.

Jean-Claude leaned down, whispered something in Blake's ear causing him to turn bright red and then he laughed as he walked away.

"Blake, would you excuse me for a couple minutes. I have an idea," Joseph said, not even pausing for an answer as he headed back to Ted, trailed by Craig.

"So let me guess Beau, you can't tell me what this is all about either?" Blake asked.

"Sorry sir, but I don't even know anything to not tell you," Beau answered.

Blake turned to look around the club. There were a couple other reserved tables still open. But overall a very good crowd. There were cameras everywhere and Joseph seemed to be in process of directing some camera placement at the side stage. Then he noticed several of the techs going from camera to camera and covering up the indicator lights. He turned to ask Beau a question and felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey handsome," the deep voice sounded in his ear.

Blake turned as Max seated himself down beside him and wrapped his arm over his shoulder.

"Imagine meeting you in a place like this," Max said.

"And you're still not going to tell me what's going on?" Blake said and then spotted Tank, Ian, and Takashi sitting down at the other reserved table. This is getting weirder, He thought and turned to look back at the main bar where Stephen greeted him with a raised glass. Jared was beside him ordering. "Is everyone here? And am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on?"

"Nah, I don't think Beau knows, do you Beau?" Max laughed.

"No sir, not a thing."

"Everyone should be here but Chris," Max said.

"And he's not here because?"

"Said he needed to go home and rest up for tomorrow," Beau said.

"Something go wrong?"

"He said it was a great day. Said he had three private tutoring sessions from Joseph and that Joseph fucked his T.A. into tomorrow. He also managed to do lessons with a couple of the new boys."

"Is the Teaching Assistant okay?"

"Yeah, he said he was fine. Said he walked a bit funny but had an ear to ear smile," Beau laughed.

The music started and several dancers walked out onto the bar runway. They were the regular Zipper dancers, all in black vinyl costumes with strategic zippers. The music was in full motion as were the dancers, strutting and stripping, zipper by zipper, by the time they were down to their thongs, the crowd was getting pretty loud and rowdy - especially three young guys near their table. I wonder if those are the jocks Ted was talking about. Blake thought. It wasn't that they were louder or doing anything remarkably different, they were just a little more invasive with their touches and their comments were past crude to degrading. Blake was just getting ready to say something when the lights changed and fog started rolling across the smaller side stage. The music changed, to a driving song with a heavy drum beat that Blake could feel vibrating through his body and when the spotlight came on Blake caught his breath.

The dancer was done up like a tiger, in a full, clinging body costume, even the hands appeared to be covered like tiger's paws - the face was done in make-up and the dancer was wearing cat's eyes contacts. He moved with a feline grace, flipping and sliding across the stage, he came down the runway, suggestively dancing, using the long tale in provocative ways. He went to the pole and began climbing, then flipping, showing the muscles rippling under the body suit. Now that he looked closer, Blake could see that the chest and abs of the dancer were bare and the full crotch was some type of cod piece. The dancer's movements were exotic and the crowd was going wild and then the dancer leaped to the floor in front of Blake and wrapped his tale around Blake's neck. His ass was right up in Blake's face and then he was gone.

Holy fuck, that's Joseph, Blake's mind screamed. When the dancer was so close, he had lifted his tale seductively revealing the smooth crack and pink hole beneath. Blake saw that the soft silky fur costume had a slit under the tale, running the full length of the powerful round cheeks. Blake had reached out to touch and then before he made contact Joseph was gone and back on the stage.

Another light had come on and another dancer lurked in the dark corner of the stage. This one all in black, a panther, stocking in the shadows. The tiger's dance became one of seduction and invitation and then he returned to the runway, crawling on all fours, slinking along, just out of reach of all the hands hoping for a feel of that sleek muscled body. The tiger seemed to focus on the three rowdy jocks. He danced toward them and then back again, stretching sensuously, beckoning them forward with his tail. He approached the one Blake thought was the leader, a meaty, muscled guy with a crew cut. All three guys kicked off their shoes and followed Joseph up on stage - dancing to the music. Joseph started with Crew-cut dancing provocatively, guiding him to the side stage - not touching but pretending to paw him all over, sensuously and seductively. The music changed tempo and crew cut continued to dance as the tiger drew the next jock to the side stage, this one was a little taller with curly brown hair. Again the tiger danced with him until he continued on his own, gyrating his hips and pretending to touch his body for the crowd. The last jock Joseph guided to the side stage was more ripped, with dark skin and a very muscled build.

The tiger returned to Crew-cut and started running his paws over him but as they passed, his pants were suddenly unfastened and then those paws slid under his shirt and in no time he had all three jocks shirtless dancing in their jeans, waistbands unfastened. The tiger drew Curly over to his friend Crew-cut and guided his hands, his paws overtop over the meaty man, his chest then his stomach and then sliding his zipper down, soon Curly's hands were sliding the jeans off Crew-cut. The dance went on and the dark skinned boy's hands were being guided over Curly as he continued to touch Crew-cut. The zipper came down, the pants came off and then both Curly and Crew-cut were all over the dark skinned muscle jock. The crowd gasped when his pants came off, he was horse hung and very happy to be there.

What has Joseph done to them? Blake turned at a sound to his left and saw the camera man zooming in. I wonder if they know they are being filmed. What if Joseph loses it? We're in a crowded strip club and the sexual energy is off the chart at the moment. He felt panic building and was just about to move when a warm hand firmly grasped his and squeezed.

"It's okay Blake. Trust him."

The tiger continued to guide the jocks hands and movements, they seemed to be totally lost in the music and each other. Crew-cut dropped to his knees and took Curly's hard cock in his mouth, then Horse, dove in and started rimming Crew-cut. Slowly the tiger moved back, the lighting softened somewhat and tiger returned to the runway.

He danced, he flipped, he stretched, then something caught his attention and he strutted to the end of the runway. A young man in glasses, long dark hair - the personification of a nerd was being pushed to the fore by his vocal friends. He was skinny but underneath the nerdiness, not bad looking at all. Bet they brought him here for his birthday, Blake thought watching the group as they literally pushed the Nerd up against the edge of the runway bar. One of his 'friends' a good looking boy with a pompadour, pulled out a fifty dollar bill and waved it in the air to Joseph while pointing to his nerdy friend.

Joseph took the bill in exaggerated moves and slid it down the opening in his suit, rippling his muscles from his chest and down his abdomen as he dropped to his knees - he leaned back and again the muscles rippled down his abs to his groin as he used his 'paws' to feel his own body, spreading his knees wide and the cod piece was gone, his hard cock standing at full attention. Using his tale he wrapped it around Nerd and drew him in to his crotch. The Nerd was in such shock his mouth was hanging open and his face had that 'deer in the headlights' look. The tiger used the opportunity and slid his hard cock over the boy's lips, jolting him from his stupor. Joseph slid forward a little and guided the Nerd down on his cock, then reached out and grabbed the boy's hand and pulled it between his legs, under his balls letting the Nerd touch and feel the heavy globes, then moved him further back. The Nerd's eyes went wide when he found his hand running along Joseph's naked crack, feeling the heat of his private heaven. The tiger ground his ass on the hand, moving back and forth, running the hand across his tight hole while sliding his cock in and out of the boy's mouth.

The crowd was going wild, hooting, hollering, and screaming at the spectacle. They shouted encouragement and instructions to the Nerd, giving him all kinds of ideas of what he could be doing. Joseph continued to grind on the boy, then took his tale and wrapped it around the friend with the pompadour, pulling him into his crotch - now he had a mouth on either side of his hard cock, their tongues wrapping around his manhood in unison. He moved Nerd's hand to his friend's hip and then gradually pulled back - putting the two boy's face to face in a kiss. He leaned down to Pompadour and whispered in his ear. Pompadour started kissing Nerd with heat and passion, his hands wrapping around the skinny Nerd's body and then they seemed to forget all about Joseph. The crowd was wild, and most of the men around the runway were waving bills in the air, begging for the tiger's attention.

That Nerd is going to have the best birthday he ever could have imagined. Blake thought to himself.

Now the panther was moving forward, stocking the tiger and drawing him back to the main stage. They went into an exotic dance of seduction, moving in unison, their 'paws' trailing over each other's bodies in time to the music. Then they were on all fours - seemingly chasing each other around the stage and runway. Then the tiger stopped, stretched out and threw his ass into the air, his tail flipped up over his back, his legs wide and he started pretending to groom the tale with his tongue. The dancer in the panther suit moved in, circling the prone Joseph, sniffing the air and then stretching around him, flipping over him and then, on his knees, legs spread wide at Joseph's head - he was definitely not wearing a cod piece. His cock was large, hard, and being rubbed against the tiger's face. Joseph licked it, like he was grooming, then he licked the panther's balls, then took the hard cock deep in his mouth his ass still up in the air. The crowd was screaming for the panther to fuck the tiger. Anyone close could now see the open crack and exposed hole with the tail flipped up. And then the panther moved in and played with Joseph's ass, spreading him, stroking him, opening him up. Joseph was hard and his balls were hanging low as the panther, started, teasing Joseph's hole with his cock. Joseph swayed his ass and seemed to beg the panther to take him.

Blake watched in jealous fascination and then as he saw the olive skinned cock slide in Joseph. Holy shit, that's Diablo, he thought as he stared. They fucked hard and wild, rolling around on the stage as Diablo mounted Joseph doggy-style, then standing against the pole, then on the runway, Joseph spread out with his ass in the air then they were back on the main stage with Joseph on his hands and knees. There was another growl and a new dancer came on stage. This one was a leopard, sleek and smooth and also no cod piece, he circled the two fucking cats and then presented himself to Joseph who took his cock in his mouth while Diablo fucked his ass. In just moments, Diablo shot his load all over Joseph's ass and back and then slid inside him again. The three cats rolled around in a tangle of tales and limbs and then there was the sound of a gunshot over the music. The three dancers, looked to the side and then scampered off stage on all fours.

The music changed to a more traditional strip song and three new dancers came out onto the stage. The first was a small, dark skinned twink, in a loin cloth and cape of rags, the second was a man in Safari khaki's, hat and all, the third was a mountain of a man, body builder, with a dark, close cropped beard and in a Safari outfit as well. They moved up the runway, gradually stripping away every piece of clothing in time to the loud, pounding music. The Twink was at the end of the runway, letting the patrons, touch and fondle his smooth, young body. Hands were all over him, sliding up his crack, holding his balls, stroking his dark cock, he was in continual motion, not letting any one customer have too much time.

The second man, Blondie, was an athletic build, shaved smooth with bright platinum blond hair. He was squatting at the edge of the runway, letting the patrons, run their hand over his smooth muscular thighs, letting them lift his heavy balls and stroke the straight and pale cut cock. One of the patrons licked his fingers and found Blondie's pretty pink hole. The dancer threw his head back and ground his ass down on the probing fingers.

Blake looked back to the side stage. They are still going at it. He thought. Curly was fucking Crew-cut's hole doggy style while Crew-cut chowed down on Horse's cock. They had drawn their own crowd of men who liked the amateur show and were happy to grab a feel of some college boy booty.

The last dancer on the runway was Muscle Man, a definite body builder, almost as big as Max but with just a trace of hair on his pecs and a hint of a treasure trail down to a thick black bush and nice package. He was nice, but not nearly as big as Max. Blake felt a twinge of guilt for comparing but then, he also was looking forward to Max and the dancer made him even hungrier for that opportunity. Muscle Man was teasing the crowd, getting close but not really giving them an opportunity to feel or grab any of his more strategic bits.

The music changed again and the lights dimmed. The three safari guys took it as a queue and disappeared. A spotlight came on and the three cats: tiger, panther, and leopard circled the stage, pranced down the runway and disappeared again. The music took on a more frantic beat and the twink, back in his loincloth and cape ran onto the stage, racing from corner to corner as if looking for a place to hide. His movements were frantic, he would tumble and fall then quickly get up again - he had just made it to the runway, patrons trying to grab at him when the tiger prowled onto the stage. On all fours, like he was searching, then froze. The Twink seemed to see the tiger and tried to run past, but as he did, Joseph leaped and flipped over him, catching his cape of rags and dragging him to the ground. In a flurry of movement, the loin cloth flew out and into the crowd and the Twink was flipped face down onto his own cape. The tiger reached between the boy's legs, grabbed his balls and dragged him backwards. The twink scrambled and reached trying to crawl away but there was no escaping the grip on his tender balls.

Still using his balls, the tiger lifted the Twink's ass to his face and licked up his crack, then let the boy fall to the floor as the tiger used his knees to spread the twinks legs wide and then pin him to the floor, his hard cock poised to pierce the small dark ass. And in one swift motion, he seemed to drive himself all the way in, so hard and fast that the boy slid forward with the motion. The twink continued to stretch and try to crawl away from the invader, but his small, tight hole was being pounded by the tiger.

Wow. I'm used to thinking of Joseph as young and a twink but seeing him with that boy, who's probably just 18 or 19, and Joseph looking so muscular and big. He is so not a twink anymore. Blake thought as he watched Joseph savagely fucking the boy's ass. He was the perfect idea of a twink, legal but still soft, just a little muscle and looking so young and vulnerable.

Joseph lifted the boy's ass in the air, holding him by his spread thighs and moved the boy back and forth on his cock as if he were a doll. Then the tiger stood bouncing Twink on his manhood, sliding him up and down while he stroked the boy's stiff cock. The boy was moaning, then gasped and shot a huge load in the air. Joseph lowered him on his hands and knees, fucked him some more then withdrew and shot his load all over the boy's back and ass - the white cum, contrasting with his dark skin. He then scooped up the jiz and worked it into the twink's savaged hole before grabbing the boy by the balls and dragging him off stage on his cape of rags.

The scene and music started over, but this time it was Blondie running across the stage; however, his safari costume was gone and he was naked except for strips of cloth hanging from what was once his shirt. This time, the panther came on stage and stalked the blond stud, again flipping over him but as the Panther landed on his hands, he flipped his legs around taking Blondie legs out from under him and he hit the stage with a thud. In an instant the panther had tied Blondie's hands and bound him to one of the stage trees. Blondie struggled and fought, but the panther sat on his chest, putting his large hard cock to Blondie's mouth and forced him to take it in. After getting his cock all the way down Blondie's throat, he withdrew, his cock still dripping with Blondie's spit, lifted Blondie's legs and pushed them back so his feet almost touched the floor over his head. He then took his dripping cock and shoved it in the pale hole - his back straight as a board and he drove himself in deep and fast, the sound of smacking flesh loud enough to hear over the music.

Blake had to look away. He was getting really warm and knew his briefs were already soaked with how much he was leaking and then there was Max's hand still holding on to him. At first they'd held hands, now Max's hand was on Blake's inner thigh and he could feel the heat. He turned to check out the jocks - they'd mixed it up a little. Horse was riding Curly and Crew-cut was moving in for some double penetration. It took a little maneuvering but soon that dark muscled ass was being fucked by two very pale hard dicks. Fortunately for Horse, one of his fans had a long enough reach to stroke his monster cock while he was being double-fucked.

Diablo, the black panther, was just pulling out as Blake turned back. Just in time to see Diablo's load explode over Blondie's ass and hole. Diablo wiped up the cum with his cock and pushed his thick jiz covered shaft back into Blondie's ass before untying him from the tree and dragging him off by his bound wrists. Blondie struggled to crawl quickly enough to keep up.

Blake jumped as Max squeezed his thigh. "You doin' okay?" Max asked.

"A little warm and overheated if you know what I mean. Did you know Joseph knew how to do that?"

"Yeah, I've been watching him practice. He wanted to surprise you," Max said as he moved his hand to Blake's crotch and caressed his bulge. Max laughed at Blake's reaction. "You need to breathe dude."

"I'm trying," Blake said in a squeak. Movement to the side caught his eye and he looked up to see Craig and Joseph returning. Beau moved over a seat and Joseph sat down beside Blake. Craig leaned in and said something to Joseph, then left. Joseph put a hand on Blake's other thigh and gave him a tenuous smile.

Blake leaned over and gave Joseph a kiss. "You were fucking awesome he said in Joseph's ear," hoping Joseph could hear him over the music. By the smile he guessed he heard.

He turned back to the stage where the scene had been changed, Muscle Man was in the spot-light, spread-eagle on a frame made to look like he was hung between two trees. His body was completely naked, his muscles bulging, his arms tied at the wrists and his legs at the ankles - wrapped in vines - his manhood and balls hanging out for everyone to admire. To the right was a tree stump throne, upon which a new dancer reclined - almost as muscled as the bound man, but this one was made up like a lion, with a huge mane and golden fur, and an almost shockingly huge cock hanging low between his legs. The leopard was back as well, circling the bound man, teasing him, touching him and using his tale - running it up and down those muscles, across his most tender parts, making him squirm and pull at his restraints. The leopard, stroked his cock, licked at his nipples and then disappeared behind Muscle Man. You still knew he was doing something because the man's face fought with the emotion and he struggled at his bonds. The leopard returned and started licking and stroking the man again bringing him close, then moving away to torture his ass or his nipples. Again, he stroked him making him writhe in pleasure, even the audience could see Muscle Man's pre-cum dripping to the floor. The lion roared, or at least he appeared to, and the leopard backed away.

Craig was back - he handed Joseph a drink and said something in Joseph's ear. Craig turned to go and Joseph reached out and grabbed Craig's crotch. When Craig turned back Joseph pulled him in and said something in his ear that caused Craig to turn beet red and his eyes went wide before he gave a big smile and headed over to the table where Tank, Ian, and Takashi were seated.

Blake was getting really warm, Max's hand was still massaging his thigh and crotch and Joseph had joined him - if he wasn't already aroused, having two men working on him was about to put him over the edge. He tried to focus on the stage and not his painful erection.

The lion approached Muscle Man and ran his paws over his smooth, sleek body, he leaned into his chest and the bound man groaned and then cried out. As the lion moved lower to Muscle Man's engorged manhood, it appeared that a shiny drop of dark red was running down from his nipple. Muscle Man groaned again as the lion took his cock in his mouth and teased it. He pulled back and took the dark tuft of his long tail and ran it over the shuddering cock, the heavy balls, down Muscle Man's thighs then to the nipples before he leaned in and started sucking the other nipple. Lion lifted his tail up to Muscle Man's face, then pulled back the fur as if it were a foreskin, revealing a large pink phallus at the end. He ran it over Muscle Man's lips and then into his mouth, forcing the bound man to suck it. Lion lifted Muscle Man's balls and cock, letting the audience glimpse the smooth skin and promise of what was between those powerful legs. He took the wet phallus and pushed it inside, piercing the Muscle Man's tender hole as he started stroking the dripping cock.

The entire frame started to turn, rotating to show Muscle Man's powerful back and shoulders, his thick round ass and muscular legs, with the large pink phallus shoved tightly up his hole. The lion reached between Muscle Man's legs and started fucking him with his tale phallus, shoving it in and out, making the bound man squirm and writhe as his body was invaded. Then in an abrupt movement, he pulled the phallus out and it disappeared back into the fur tuft of the tale.

Leopard was back and handing the lion a large spiked collar with a leash, which lion attached to the bound man. They then worked together to lower Muscle Man to the floor, unwrapping his vine restraints and pushing him down to his hands and knees. The lion led him to the edge of the stage, not close enough to reach but close enough that the audience got a very good view.

Blake looked back to side stage where Crew-cut was now being fucked by Horse as he was buried deep in Curly's ass. I'm amazed they can still be going at it. He thought and gasped aloud as Max squeezed his balls through his jeans.

Lion was sliding the head of his monster cock into Muscle Man's mouth, holding his leash tightly so the man could not turn away. Blake shook his head at the size of him. He's got to be at least 12" or more and wide to boot - it'd be like being fisted. I know men with arms smaller than that.

Muscle Man couldn't even begin to get the whole beast in his mouth and soon it became irrelevant as the lion moved behind him, first opening up the Muscle Man's ass with his fingers then pushing the head against his hole. He held the leash tight, Muscle Man's head pulled back and his back arched to relieve the pressure of the collar. Blake was close enough that he could see the shine of the lube on his ass, though he hadn't seen them apply it. Muscle Man screamed as the lion forced himself in and didn't stop screaming for several minutes as the monster cock drove deeper and deeper into his body. It took a while but eventually, the screams were replaced by mindless groans and Muscle Man rode the monster cock like a bitch in heat. His own hard cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum - a steady stream puddling on the floor beneath him.

Muscle Man picked up the pace and started impaling himself harder and faster on the lion and then blew an impressive load across the stage floor - shooting stream after stream of sticky hot man juice. Then he finally sagged to the floor while lion continued to ravage his body. Lion pulled out, an impressive sight since he seemed to continue pulling out forever - he moved back to Muscle Man's head and lifted his chin, prying open his mouth while he stroked his monster cock. His load was impressive and shot into Muscle Man's mouth and across his face. When the eruption stopped, lion shoved his spent cock into Muscle Man's mouth and held his nose so he had no choice but to swallow and suck the precious seed from the beast. When lion was satisfied, he pulled out and scooped up the dripping cum still on Muscle Man's face, reached down his back and deftly slid his cum covered fingers into Muscle Man's ravaged hole coating it with his jiz. "Now all know, you are mine." He growled in a low baritone as he dragged muscle man off stage on his hands and knees.

The lights came on, the music picked up and the house dancers were coming back onto the runway. Blake hoped they were prepared because the touching and groping was apt to get pretty intense after the show. He looked back to the side stage expecting to see them gone, only to see Crew-cut offering up his hole to some old dude in a flannel shirt and long grey beard, his zipper down and cock at the ready. Likewise Horse was being fingered by two different guys while another stroked his cock and Curly had a patron's cock balls deep in his throat. Then the dancers were there, pulling the boys back and putting themselves in the line of fire. The patron's quickly moved on to groping the new men and the jocks disappeared back stage.

"Joseph I don't know if this is how you feel before one of your spells, but if it is I can't blame you for pulling in all the guys available. Cause right now, it sure seems like a wonderful idea. What do you think Beau?"

"I'm not sure Beau has completely adjusted yet," Max said with a laugh. Beau was leaning on the table his head in his hands, and not saying a word.

"Beau, you okay?" Joseph asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I think I'm going to die. I don't remember ever being so horny in my life. It's awful."

"Maybe we should get Beau out of here? There's no more show and all the sexual tension is starting to get to me too," he said with a lick across his lips.

"Absolutely. Blake we need to get this hellcat home before all of Zippers ends up in a mass orgy. And from the looks of this crowd, that wouldn't take much," Max said as he guided them out of the club. Their friends following close behind.

END Chapter 9

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