Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2007 15:54:37 -0800
From: Christopher Trent <anticmete@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Antidote

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THE ANTIDOTE

Chapter One:

Raven's Poison


Casey Worth saw the light and heard the voice.  Or did he hear the light and
see the voice?  Out of the darkness he was coming from, so much light hurt
his eyes. He squeezed his eyes tight against it.  Shit!  The light was
blinding.

In the foggy logic of one coming awake he thought if he could not move then
he must be alive. Something kept him from moving.

The voice was deep, resonant and seductive.  The voice raised alarms all
along his nerves.  Casey knew the voice.

"Welcome back to the real world, Mister Worth."

And then it all clicked.  "Raven Hogwood," Casey said. "The bird of ill
omen, himself." Casey heard Raven Hogwood's body hair bristle from across
the room. "I thought it must be you, Hogwood, you warped bastard.  Where is
James? What have you done with him?"

"Ah, yes! James!"  Raven said. "James is a subject we shall discuss soon
enough.  But first, I trust you enjoyed your little nap, enforced as it was
by your extreme lack of cooperation.  Whatever rest it brought you, I
daresay, you will need it."

Casey listened with one ear only. He strained his every considerable muscle
against the straps which pinned down his body. He was unable to move a
single muscle. "Raven, why can't I move?" he said.

"Yes, Mister Worth," Raven said. "for the time being we will all be safer
with you being strapped down.  Now then," Raven said. "We may dispense with
further pleasantries and get down to the reason why we are all here:

"Moments ago, while you slept, you were injected with a poison which will
kill you in exactly eight hours.  Once the poison begins to work, it is
irreversible and death will occur within 3 minutes."  Raven scratched his
ear with an index finger.  "Do you understand what I am saying to you,
Mister Worth?"  He picked an imaginary piece of lint from the peaked lapel
of his custom tailored navy silk and cotton blend suit.

He waited for Casey to acknowledge that he had indeed understood. If Casey
had any doubt, there was the small flesh-colored band-aid on the sore spot
on Casey's muscular shoulder which was not there beforehand.  Also, the
savage throb which shot burning pain down his arm and then across to his
heart. All spoke volumes as to the truth of Raven Hogwood's words.

Casey Worth's head and neck from the shoulders up, was the only part of his
body not bound tight with leather straps.  He was on a table of some sort.
A medical examining table, it seemed to be.  Casey lifted his head off the
table and gave a brief nod, yes. The set of Casey's face was serious as a
grave.

"Good." Raven Hogwood said. "I want to be sure that you have a fighting
chance.  Never let it be said that I didn't give my, ah, opponents a chance,
however small.

"Now, then, back to the nasty poison you now carry in your blood and how you
can do something to save your life.  Remember this: The only antidote to
this remarkable poison is inside three of my men.  In their blood and
tissue; in their bodies' fluids, to be precise."  Raven Hogwood crossed one
leg over the other.  He splayed the fingers of his right hand.  His eyes
never tired of admiring the obscenely large ruby gem stone set in gold
encircling the thick finger of his right hand.  He lit his cigar for the
eleventh time that morning.  His thick lips pulled on the cigar in quick
small drags to get the cherry going nice and bright. He took the strong
smoke deep into his lungs and held it awhile before he exhaled.  This gave
Worth  sufficient time for the information, terrible as it was, to hit it's
mark. Raven Hogwood folded his hands together.  "OK, then," Raven said.  "If
that has sunk in, let's get back down to business.  For every day you refuse
to cooperate, you will be injected with the poison."

"Fuck you, Raven," Casey said.  "I don't cooperate with creeps who deal in
weapons of mass destruction.  Especially when those creeps deal with totally
insane dictatorships."

"Listen to me very carefully, Worth,"  Raven Hogwood said. For once there
was no cat and mouse game playing nonsense in his voice. "The only way to
extract the antidote from their bodies is to suck it from their cocks."

"What?"  Casey said.  He shouted in spite of himself. His mouth hung open.
His eyes sprung golf ball wide. "Tell me I didn't hear what I thought I
heard.  Raven, now you have lost it!"

Raven brought his hand to his mouth in mock horror. "Forgive me if that
sounds too vulgar, Casey.  What I am saying is that you must manually
extract it from the urethra of their penises."

Casey's eyes widened to the size of baseballs.  He wished he could find
words to express his contempt for the the embodiment of evil. "Raven, you do
know that I am straight, right?  Casey He-te-ro-sexual Worth.  I play with
ladies and not with boys."  Then he found the words: "If shit could shit,"
he said. "it would look like you."   This perverted little scheme perfectly
exemplified the diabolical nature of Raven's evil.

"The antidote, Mister Worth," Raven Hogwood said.  He continued to speak as
if there had been no outraged interjection from Casey Worth. "is in their
sperm."

He paused to make sure his next words sank in.

"Oh, yes, and in their piss.  The antidote can delivered orally and
rectally.  To get enough of the antidote you will need to coax the full load
of cum and piss out of all three men and take it into your body."  This time
Raven was ready for the big reaction.  He stepped back and raised his hands
to protect his face, even though Casey was still strapped to the table.

Casey, however, was silent.

"There is a little twist to this, however, which you may enjoy for the
cleverness of its gamesmanship." The intentionally self-indulgent and
congratulatory tone which had crept into his voice were almost harder for
Casey to bear than what was being said.  "Now," Raven said, "once again,
listen very carefully.

"The antidote will be equally divided among three men, but as there are six
men in my employ, you will never know which three men actually have been
given the antidote."  Raven Hogwood's whole body shook with barely contained
laughter.

"So, Mister Worth, you will need to do whatever it takes to get enough of
the antidote to counteract the poison. I recommend the softest of knee
pads." Raven Hogwood touched his own knees as if he could feel Casey's
future soreness.

Casey still kept silent.

"Also," Raven said, "do not imagine that the men will be all that willing to
let you suck them off simply because you are needful of their body fluids.
The men, as you can see, are tough, half of them bisexual and half
exclusively heterosexual men, who, for starters, all seem not to have the
spirit of loving kindness, especially in your direction." Raven Hogwood
leaned his head back against the soft padding of his leather chair.  A
slight smile, two parts amusement and one part rage played around his lips.
"Just to start the ball rolling I will be extra lenient for this one evening
only and let you see who the players are.  Here is one other hint which may
help:

"None of the men have been allowed to ejaculate in this past week. That
ought to make them more disposed to, shall we say, help you out."

The scuffling on the floor was the sound of three men walking their heavy
boots into Casey's line of vision.  Their bodies were silhouetted against
the light. Casey looked deeper, till, thanks to the bounce of the light from
the floor and walls spilling up on their faces, he could just make out
features.  There was insolence in their various stances. In Casey's mind,
the insolence spelled threat. He wanted to kick their balls.  The three
stood side by side staring Casey down like cats regarding a moth before
snapping out a paw to crush the moth.

Casey lowered his head and groaned when he saw them. "Shit!" he said. "Shit!
Shit! Shit!"

He had had hostile encounters with each of them.  And had actually put one
of them in jail.  The nearest to him was a stunt double of that guy in the
movies, Vin Diesel, with a shiny, shaved head and under that tight, white, T
shirt were muscles on his muscles. His left arm had a barbed tribal tattoo
encircling his bulging bicep.

Nice touch, Casey said to himself.

Casey knew him as the the most dangerous Eastern European agent, Milosh
Vlasovitch.  Milosh was born in Brooklyn and emigrated to the Czech
Republic. He settled in Prague, and was an all round dangerous fellow.  A
vision of their previous encounter flashed painfully into Casey's mind.

Vlasovitch had somehow let himself into Worth's flat, unbidden and unseen.
Once inside, he rifled through some papers and desk drawers for important
information. Casey's key in the latch warned him.  He dashed into a nearby
closet.  When Casey opened the hall closet door to hang up his coat,
Vlasovitch attacked. Vlasovitch landed every brutal punch and kick exactly
as he aimed them.  Casey was still on his feet, but just barely, the bullet
wound in the solar plexus notwithstanding; and had it not been for Hua,
Casey's Vietnamese houseboy, breaking a priceless Chinese urn of the T'ang
Dynasty, on Vlasovitch's head, he would not have survived Vlasovitch.  That
encounter had cost Casey a few weeks in the hospital.

But it had cost Vlasovitch three years in jail.

Next to Vlasovitch was a slightly taller man.  Casey was not fooled by the
black man's obese appearance.  He knew from bitter experience the man was no
less muscled a thug than Vlasovitch.

This one was called, 'Jelly Roll'.  Jelly Roll Watson. And Casey knew why.
The man's appendage was said to be so fat that it only could be compared to
the store bought cake spread with jelly and then rolled up into a log of
sweet confection.

But the toughest one was the tallest.  Meric Severo wore a black leather
baseball cap over very short black hair.  A trim goatee traced his jaw line
coming to a soft, short, point under the chin where it intersected with a
slim, sculpted line of black hair which ran from just under his lower lip
down to meet the line at the chin.

He was thirty something and gorgeous as any leatherman icon.

Meric's leather jacket was unzipped and revealed a black leather harness
underneath, which emphasized the muscular definition of his ultra-smooth
chest.  The leather chaps showed off the manly curves of highly developed
thighs and calves. And the soft leather seemed less to fit and hold his
muscles than to cup and caress them.  It was hard to see with the naked eye,
where the flesh left off and the leather began.

A banana hammock of silver studs, seemed exaggerated in proportion to the
rest of his body, which was huge. Even to Casey's aggressively heterosexual
eyes, this man was hot.

Casey had thankfully never met this one.  He had heard of him however.
Meric Severo.  Master Meric was famous among the fetishistic club crowd.  It
was said that a slave, once under Severo's control, not only was never
allowed to escape but also, none ever showed the slightest inclination to do
so.   He kept the slaves in cages in his basement dungeon.  Meric Severo was
master of twelve slaves--- all of them addicted to the man's body parts.

The idea of begging and pleading with this collection of men to grant him
the favor of allowing him to use them sexually to obtain their fluids made
Casey swallow hard to keep down his rising bile.  The men would have to be
awake in order to feed him and somehow he had to find a way to get each man
to agree.  Casey had been in tougher situations before but none of them
included becoming sexually intimate with a thug.

Casey was a woman's man. He loved the ladies. All ages, all sizes, all
shapes.  Casey would not have complained if he had found himself caught in a
situation like this with a bunch of women. "Hey. Have at it!" Casey thought.
  A brief vision of his special lady, Rhonda, came before his eyes. The soft
curls of her long red hair falling off her shoulders.  The intoxicating
fragrance of her perfect white breasts.  The little moans she made when he
entered her.

But what would he become once he had survived the mad man's poison and the
perverse antidote.

At least Raven Hogwood did not say that the antidote was addictive.  So
there was still a good chance that he would not become some degraded cock
and piss slave.  He would find a way to survive this nightmare and get back
home to the beautiful Rhonda.

"Ah, yes, Mister Worth,"  Raven said.  "I am sure you are thinking that it
is only for tonight that you will have to resolve this little problem.  But
what you will find after obtaining the antidote, is this:  Within moments of
obtaining the antidote, you will fall helplessly asleep each time,
afterwards, and during that time you will be administered another batch of
the poison with the above rules still applying.

"The men are now going to release you from your bonds, Mister Worth, and you
may remove your lovely cheeks from the table, and begin your quest. At this
point, may I recommend a big helping of Humble Pie."  Raven Hogwood allowed
himself an open if somewhat salacious grin.

"And it is gratifying to see that you are responding so nicely to our modest
festivities."

The question mark written all over Casey Worth's face was worth all the
trouble Raven had gone to.  "Mister Worth,"  Raven said, "take a look at how
well Casey Jr. is doing.  Very impressive.  N'est-ce pas?"  In truth,
Raven's eyes were stuck on Casey's big old 10 and half incher the whole
time.

Casey directed his eyes for the first time down at his cock and was
horrified to see it standing at full attention in the narrow space between
the wide leather restraining straps.

"Oh,"  Raven said. "and one other feature about the poison now coursing
through your blood. A side effect which I'm sure you will enjoy."  Raven
allowed himself one chuckle of mirth.

"You will feel hornier than you have ever thought possible. Compared to my
little poison, drugs like Viagra are benign as mother's milk. Don't believe
me? Look for yourself."

Casey Jr. must have been leaking for some time as there was a large dollop
of clear liquid collected at his navel and it had already begun running down
to his groin.  On one side it had spilled a thin trail down his smooth skin
and onto the table. He felt totally betrayed by his own body.  "To be so
completely degraded," Casey thought. "and still have an industrial strength
boner." The thought of it got him even harder.  The vicious loop ate away at
his morale:  The more degraded his situation, the harder his cock.  The
harder his cock, the more crushing the humiliation.

For the first time in his adult life, Casey Worth's eyes welled up.  His
lower lip trembled in concert with the falling tears.

His cock still throbbing full tilt.


DAY ONE---


Casey eyed Milosh Vlasovitch up and down the man's superbly muscled body.
And for his part, Milosh's exotic near-Mongolian eyes skidded with
admiration over Casey's defined musculature.  There was one word for
Vlasovitch: cocky. The way his smile mocked Casey's nakedness... was cocky.
The way Vlasovitch held his head was cocky. His hips pushed forward showing
the bulge in his pants as he stood eying Casey was, no other word for it,
cocky.

Meric Severo, in full dress leather regalia stood off to the side next to
Jelly Roll.  Meric leaned his right shoulder against the wall. A loop of
silver chain hung from his left shoulder.  He crossed his arms in front of
his huge naked chest studying the situation with Casey and Milosh.

Jelly Roll Watson, in a dark red polyester suit worn over an open collared
polyester pink shirt, which showed his abundant gut, took the toothpick out
his mouth showing the golden eyetooth.  He left the other hand on the bulge
in his pants occasionally rubbing the head which showed like a fat plum
through his boxer's and the polyester fabric.  He crossed one foot over the
other and picked away his lower teeth, occasionally taking the toothpick out
and checking it for crumbs.  The two men simply checked out what was going
down. Jelly Roll smiling as they watched.  His 24 Carat gold eyetooth
catching the light from time to time as he smiled.

"The great Casey Worth," Milosh Vlasovitch said, "we gonna have some fun
with you. You can start with the boots."  He pointed his finger straight
down to his feet.   "Yeah, Worth, these boots," he said. He looked down at
his boots.  He tapped one boot on the floor, then the other. "That ought to
take a good part of an hour.  Then we'll see if the boots are done to my
satisfaction, and if they are, what other pleasures may be necessary.

"Ever spend time in jail, Worth?" Vlasovitch said. "See, if you had spent
time in lockup, this would be a walk in the park for you.  But since you
have this really macho heterosexual thing to protect, this is gonna be hard
for you, man."

Vlasovitch's lips curved up in a mirthless smile.  Waiting.  Casey sat on
the edge of the table for a few seconds more.  What he would love to have
done just then,  was to wipe the cockiness from Vlasovitch's face with his
fists. His hands tightened into weapons of his fury. But a warning look came
to Vlasovitch's eyes. Casey relaxed his fists.

"Have you lost your mind, Worth?"  Vlasovitch said. Milosh perched his butt
at one end of the exam table where Casey sat.  Both sat with legs dangling
over the same side.  "Or don't you get how slender a thread you are hanging
by?  You've got one task, namely, to stay alive.  To stay alive long enough
to see tomorrow morning, you're going to have to fucken make friends with
the devil.  Throwing your fists around like some out-of-control animal will
definitely not help you do that."

Casey dropped his head onto his chest. He nodded his head as he considered
the truth of Milosh Vlasovitch's words.

There was only one way to go about this.  He already had lost 40 minutes.
Precious minutes.  Precious as gold.  Or better, precious as platinum.
Precious as blood, really.  Seven hours and ten minutes to go.  He had to
make his mind up and go for it.

He jumped off the table, turned to face Vlasovitch. Then he did something so
humiliating that prior to this moment it was unthinkable: He dropped to his
knees. His face showed the pain of the knees hitting the hard floor and
hesitantly, at first, but then getting the hang of it, he stuck out his
tongue to lick Vlasovitch's black leather boots.

Vlasovitch suddenly moved his boots back away from Casey's face. "No,no,
no," Milosh said.  "You must think I let any old body who feels like it lick
these boots?  Well, that ain't the way it goes, ya big heterosexual.  See,
you have to earn the right to lick these boots."

Casey sat back on his haunches. "How do I do that?" he said. The sob which
broke out of him was wrenched from his soul. He didn't even bother to wipe
the tears away. He just let the tears rack his body till his body doubled
over.  But as he bent over, his still raging cock poked him in the chest.

As Casey brought his hands away from his eyes, he saw two leather chaps clad
manly shaped legs standing close in front of him. The boots came up to just
below the knees. Meric Severo held a dog collar in one hand. A leash in the
other.

"Looks like we're gonna have to save your damn life in spite of your self.
Sit up straight" Meric said.  His booted toe nudged Casey's knees wider and
wider apart. "Spread these nice and wide."  He slipped the dog collar around
Casey's neck.

As Meric snapped the buckle closed, his fingers touched other places on
Casey's body, the way a master of Kung Fu touches an opponent on certain
points in a particular sequence which would have a particular effect on the
opponent:  The heart may explode in a certain number of heartbeats.  What
Meric's fingers were doing so nimbly was nothing so disastrous.

Meric had studied ancient techniques high in the remote mountains of Tibet.
Casey felt each place Meric touched, begin to glow.

By by the time Casey realized what Meric was doing, it was too late.  He
knew that the pressure points touched in sequence would have a profound
effect. His muscles felt heavy, already encased in iron bonds.

Milosh looked on in wonder.  "What the hell..?" Milosh said.

"Sh!"  Meric said.  His finger pointed smartly to his eye. "Watch," he
whispered.  He looked down at Casey and petted the top of Casey's head.
"This is going to be one docile puppy, right about..."  Meric checked his
watch.  "Now!  Aren't you boi?"  Meric pointed a gloved fingertip at Casey.
"Put your hands behind your neck," he said to Casey, "and lace the fingers
together."

Casey muscles did as they were told. He tried to keep his arms down.  But
they went against his wishes into the position Meric had told him to.

Meric attached the leash to the D ring on the collar. "Heel!" he ordered.

Casey started to walk on his hands and knees behind Meric. His eyes feasted
on the luscious globes of Meric's ass, framed as they were by the chaps.
Meric pulled the leash tighter.  "Heel! I said."  His voice was quiet,
intimate and commanding.

Casey walked on all fours behind Meric as Meric led him around the room by
the leash until they reached a glass door.  Meric opened the door and let
Casey, the dog, through.  Meric led Casey out to a grass yard where there
were a few young trees.

Jelly Roll and Milosh walked over to look through the clear glass door at
what was going on.  They couldn't hear a thing--- but it plain that Meric
wanted Casey to piss like a dog against a tree.  They saw Casey's angry
face.

Casey jumped up to his feet and stood naked, his leaky but firm cock stood
up against his six pack. All the time arguing with Meric.  Meric, thoroughly
unruffled, as if Casey's display of resistance had never happened, merely
continued to point to the base of the tree.

Casey arms gestured "NO!" with a definitive gesture and shook his head.  His
lips said, "No Way!"

Meric seemed not to hear anything Casey said.  Paid no attention at all.  He
just pointed again to the base of the tree and shrugged his shoulders.

Casey's face was suddenly drained of the authority to say no and mean it.
Forces in his body and mind pulled him in different directions.

Meric moved in close to Casey.  He wrapped his leather encased arm around
Casey's shoulder, suddenly Casey's protector.  At the same time he pulled
the naked man's head down onto his massive chest. Then Meric's fingers did
the touching thing on Casey's body, but in a different sequence. Casey eyed
the nipple closest to his mouth.  Meric flexed his pecs and one nipple
popped into Casey's mouth.  He sucked with the greed of a baby.

He couldn't get enough man tit.  His rigid cock dripped a string of clear
liquid to the ground.

Meric gave him what he needed of his nipples.  Meric's slow, firm hands
gently removed Casey's lips from his tits.  Now Meric was sucking on Casey's
nips. As soon as his lips closed around the first nipple, Casey's back
arched as if every inch of his body was wired and the juice just got turned
on.  He was wired alright, and that nipple was the main button.  He opened
his mouth to let so much pleasure out.  As if he would burst with it.  The
top of his body contracted forward and Meric's lips still closed on his
nips, tight, and never let them go, even as Casey's body whiplashed back,
forth and sideways, with the overload of sensation;  Meric's lips, tongue
and teeth went with him whichever way he went.  Casey's cock so rigid now it
seemed to grow another inch.  As if there was a cock inside his cock that
was going to burst out through his skin.

Then, with an easy swing of his arms, Meric pushed down on Casey's shoulder
with a firm downward push.  Casey's face had a stupefied look as his knees
slowly folded and he descended to his knees.

This time Casey stayed on his hands and knees.  Meric beckoned him with two
gloved fingers.  Casey walked on all fours up to Meric. Meric's hand reached
out and shoved Casey's nose right into his hard metal spiked crotch.  Held
it there and then bit by bit he released his hold on the back of Casey's
head.

Then came the surprise.

Casey's nose stayed there, then moved bit by bit down lower to under Meric's
balls.  Sniffing for all he was worth.  Meric looked back at the two guys
watching from inside and raised his arms above his shoulders, with a quirky
smile of victory, gave the guys a thumbs up, showing them how completely
broken in Casey was.

Jelly Roll pursed his big beautiful lips and let out a low whistle.
"Sweet." he said.  The gravel in his voice came all the way up from his
balls.  His dick lips popped another spurt of precum.  "Mmm mm! He got that
boi doing Day Four shit and this is only Day One."

Milosh kept both eyes watching the proceedings in the yard. "This one ain't
as tough as James was, that is definite."

"I think you could classify that," Jelly Roll said, "as an understatement.
James  never once broke till day ten.  Raven ran out of the poison on day
nine. Fucken ball buster.  Compared to James--- this one's a fucken bag of
fucken butterflies."

Milosh laughed a dry laugh of regret.  "I wanted to have some fun with
James, too.  But that muthuh was wicked tough."  He looked back outside
where Meric continued  to put Casey through his paces.

Casey scampered around to Meric's backside.  Meric took hold of the slender
tree and bent over slightly, pushing his butt out, offering his flawless
asscheeks to Casey's nose and tongue.  Meric pulled his cheeks wide apart.
Casey buried his face in the crevice.  His nose explored, then his tongue
began to lap and then dig in till Meric was panting.  Meric pushed aside the
codpiece and took his already hard cock out.  The size of his cock got
Casey's attention right away.  He quick came around to front and took
Meric's dick in his mouth.  Meric's whole body spasmed.  His upper back
arched back and his face went up to the sky his mouth open like he was
shouting at the gods.  Casey taking each blast down his throat till Meric's
balls had totally unloaded.

Meric slipped out of Casey's mouth his cock still slick.  He pointed his
cock at Casey's face. After a short wait, Meric began to piss his precious
lifesaving antidote into Casey Worth's wide open mouth.  Worth let the
recycled beer pool in his mouth then just when it was so full one more drop
would spill, Worth swallowed it all. He did that three times till Meric's
stream got small enough that Meric finished off with his dick reinserted in
Worth's mouth.  Casey had taken every drop. Then he made his way on all
fours to the tree, lifted his leg and peed.

Meric reached down and petted his dog.  "Good boi," his lips mouthed.

"Whoa, that is fucken hot!"  Milosh said.  "If that Casey dude had a tail,
It would be wagging. How the bloody hell does Meric do that? And never once
raised his voice."

Jelly Roll laughed his quiet, deep belly laugh. "Give the man his due. You
get a man like that to do Day Four shit on Day One, you a fucken genius."

Meric's soft leather glove pushed the glass door open.  Held it open for
Casey to to get through on all fours.  Meric led Casey back to the exact
spot where he had started. At Milosh's feet. "Now," Meric said, "beg the
man!"

"Please, sir," Casey said.  His voice wavered, but there was no hesitation.
And the tears started rolling down his cheeks again. He looked up into
Meric's eyes.  Meric nodded his head up and down, encouraging him.  Casey
looked back down at Milosh's boots. "May this lowly dog slave lick your
boots."

Milosh regarded his shiny boots with pride. "Say it again,"  Milosh said.
Milosh petted the top of Casey's head and scratched behind his ears with
affection like you would a pet dog.

"Please, sir,"  Casey said louder. "May this lowly dog wash your boots with
his tongue."

"Do it good!" Milosh said.

Casey lowered his face, his tongue already slobbering on boot leather.

As Casey licked and lapped away at the leather, Vlasovitch took out his
cock. He pulled Casey's face away from his already shiny boots, so that
Casey had to sit back on his haunches looking straight ahead, his mouth,
tongue lolling out and that stupefied look on his face.

Jelly Roll was so impressed he sucked air through his teeth.  He never
noticed the wet spot on his pants when he rubbed his thumb on the frenum
under his fat dick head.

Meric nodded his head and allowed himself a little smile as he beheld his
handiwork.


Milosh inserted two fingers in Casey's mouth.  "Wet them," he said.  "Really
wet."  Then used the wet fingers as lube, up and down his long fat shaft.
"Gotta be careful, man.  After all, I might come while you're working down
there.  You have no idea how much that boot licking shit turns me on. If I
come while your mouth is elsewhere, you may lose a precious drop of my
antidote."  He dipped two fingers into the precum pooling in his foreskin
and inserted them into Casey's mouth.  "Lick 'em,"  Milosh Vlasovitch said,

Casey's eyes glazed as he tasted the precum.  It was fucking delicious. He'd
never tasted anything like it.  He snaked his tongue out and keeping his
eyes focused on the drooling plum of Vlasovitch's dick head, he very gently
began to sip the clear liquid from the pool in the foreskin as Milosh's fist
held the foreskin in a cup.  At first Casey hesitated, but as the minutes
went by, and Vlasovitch allowed him, his tongue slipped under the foreskin,
digging deep inside the folds of skin, his tongue twirling and swirling in
ways he had never suspected he was capable of.  Casey shuddered with every
drop. Vlasovitch's big hands gently, but firmly guided Worth's head down the
length of his fat sausage.

The cock smell was intoxicating him. His head was still foggy with lust at
the memory of Master Meric's smells.  He loved Master Meric's smell and the
taste of his piss so light and fine.  But Milosh here, he hoped that
Milosh's piss would taste as strong  as his cock smelled.  His fog was so
thick, he never stopped to realize that he was  comparing the taste of two
men's piss.  He couldn't suppress a groan of pure pleasure.  Suddenly a
gloved hand was attaching a clamp to his tit.  The clamp bit down so hard he
was seeing stars.  Then the hand pulled and toyed with his other nipple. He
knew what was coming and pushed himself to ride on top of the pain. His cock
hit new heights of hardness.  He focused on the cock sliding down his throat
so hard his lips trembled.

The trembling lips added to the jolts of pleasure Vlasovitch was feeling.
"Oooooo," Milosh growled. He made a note to himself that this guy Casey was
a keeper.

Casey's throat was so filled with mouthwatering hard meat that as he drew
back he let out an inadvertent slurp.

A fierce red color swept over his whole body. Casey was red as a neon sign
that says 'Open'.  He was horrified at the rude sound his wet tongue made.
He had never felt such shame.  But Milosh pressed his boot into Casey's
naked crotch bringing to Casey's attention the fact that his cock had never
gone down, never even flagged.  A moan of near intolerable pleasure came
from deep inside Casey's throat. Followed by the juiciest slurp and squelch
of all time. Casey's eyes stung with tears that flowed down and mixed with
the cock slick.

"That's it," Vlasovitch said.  He could barely speak it was so serious good.
  "Now we're getting somewhere. That fucken jizz practically jumped out of
my balls up through my piss slit on that one.  Casey, boi. Let me hear
another nice big slurp."

Casey's tongue, without any help from its' owner, complied.

"Fuck, yeah."  Vlasovitch said. "Now louder.  I'm so close."

"uh huh" Jelly Roll said.  "I love to hear that... Hey dawg, do that again,
where you get so hot you start to drool and then those nice juicy sounds
come out."

Casey dropped his head so far down the wet shaft that it hit against his
throat muscles. Feeling the obstacle in his throat he pushed down beyond it
and drew his head back and there was another, louder slurping sound.

Jelly Roll laughed out loud. "Yeah, man, that's it." He laughed so hard he
leaned against the wall, his whole body jiggling with laughter.  He unzipped
his red polyester pants and shoved his hand in and pulled out his now
semi-swollen extra fat boner.  "Dayum!" Jelly Roll said. "I love that.
Slurpin' just like a whore."

The arc of Vlasovitch's cock curved downward. "Oh, yeah,"  Vlasovitch said.
  The sweat on Casey's forehead dripped down his face.  Sweat mingled with
Casey's tears, he was that ashamed of enjoying his torture. A small pool of
sweat puddled on the hard wood floor under his legs.

Milosh grabbed a handful of Casey's hair and pulled him off his cock.  "Look
at it, Man,"  Milosh said. "Go ahead, worship it.  Kiss it.  Its a beauty of
a dick, ain't it?  What you've been feeding on is a cocksucker's dream cock.
  Can you feel the way it follows the shape of your mouth and throat? Eases
its' way down your throat?"

Casey, less enthusiastic about the direction of the conversation, gave up a
slight nod of his head. The smell and special taste and texture of cock was
something he never expected.  It was all doing a number on his head.  Damn.
To think he had been missing it all these years.  And whether it was due to
the drug or the poison, or what Meric had done to him or what he doing now,
he was in heaven.

"I didn't hear your answer, dog."

Casey's nostrils distended wide to get more of the smell of cock. Just a few
hours ago he would have puked at the thought.  Now he was looking at things
from a different point of view.  "Yes sir! It's a fucken beauty, sir."

"You bet your ass it's a beauty.  Now chow down on that fine piece of
throbbing man meat."

Now that he was all warmed up, Casey got down to work in earnest on Milosh
Vlasovitch's root. All three of the men were stroking their meat watching
him working on Vlasovitch.  He knew it wasn't going to take much longer to
coax out the fluids that would save his life.