Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2012 21:55:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reluctant Knight <thereluctantknight@yahoo.com>
Subject: Thirsty Old Men - Part 4

Previously

	"My fault?!" Ericsson was shouting now.

	Davenport nodded vehemently.  "He wouldn't have felt compelled to
tell us that story if you'd been able to control your urges!"

	"Point of fact, Davenport, he was compelled to tell us the truth!"
Cutledge roared.

	"And that truth is going to get you a baby, Jake," Davenport stated
calmly.  "And you," he looked at Ericsson, "it's going give you the one
thing you've always wanted but never had."

	He glowered at them, staring them down.  "Now, both of you look me
in the eye and tell me you don't still want to go through with this!"

	Stunning both of them, Cutledge got out of the car, but not before
commanding Bryce, "Get your ass to that basement right now!"

	With a self-satisfied grin, Davenport followed Cutledge into the
house. Ericsson was left alone in the dark to ponder his next move.  He was
just about to head inside, determined to see this thing through, when
something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.  Looking up, he
spotted Bryce's single glob of cum on the ceiling of the truck.  After a
quick glance at the house to make sure that no one saw, he reached up,
scooped the cum onto his index finger, and brought it to his mouth.

	He'd swallowed it before he realized just what he'd done.



Chapter Four



	Blind.

	That's how Bryce felt when he was finally able to open his eyes.
He vaguely remembered a male voice commanding him to wake up just a few
moments before, but it seemed like ages to Bryce before he finally felt
`awake'.  He blinked his eyes against the harsh surgical light that was
suspended over him.  When he tried to raise his hand to shield his eyes, it
wouldn't budge.  Puzzled, he glanced down at it, but found that nothing was
holding him down.  He tried to move it again, but got the same result.  The
same thing happened with his other arm, both legs, and his hips.  From the
neck down, the jock was completely immobile.  He was also, he realized in a
rush of embarrassment, completely naked and still sporting a raging
erection.

	His body rested on a recliner constructed entirely of clear Lucite.
The back was propped at a perfect forty-five degree angle, as was the
section supporting his spread legs, and his heels rested on a pair of
stirrups.  He felt like squirming because he wasn't quite comfortable in
the chair, but he couldn't move.  It took him a moment to realize why he
was unable to sit comfortably, but then he realized that his ass cheeks
were being held apart by some odd sort of cage.  The more he concentrated
on it, the more he could feel a slight breeze licking over his open crevice
and the tight bud of muscle between his cheeks.  `There's a hole or
something in this chair!' he realized with dawning trepidation.  Indeed,
the Gluteus Cage had been fitted to into the chair, and the `seat' he was
in was actually the cage itself.

	As his eyes began to adjust further, he frantically took in his
surroundings.  He was in a large, clinically clean space.  Everywhere he
looked, some strange new sight met his eyes -- machines whose functions he
could only guess at, devices so complex he worried that it might actually
hurt his brain to even give assessing them a try.  A stainless steel tray
sat atop a cart next to his head.  The tray was empty, save for a long
silicon tube that was about two-inches in diameter and rounded on both
ends.  When Bryce craned his neck to get a better look at, he noted with
some confusion that it was covered in small, evenly spaced bumps.

	"Where the hell am I?" he asked the empty room.

	Thoroughly confounded already, he couldn't help the startled,
reflexive jump that leapt through him when the segment of the wall in front
of him began to descend into the floor.  As it went, another room was
slowly revealed to him.  Just on the other side of the wall, he spotted a
suspension bar with several straps hanging from it.  Judging from the
tautness of the straps, Bryce figured that they must have held something
rather heavy.

	His jaw went lax once the wall had descended enough for him to see
exactly what...or who was trapped in the binding contraption.

	"Gareth?" he whispered in shock, struggling to rise from his own
confinement to aide his unconscious friend.  "Gare!  Come on, man, wake the
fuck up!"  The two jocks were positioned so that they were facing each
other and Bryce could see that Gareth's face and body were covered with
sweat.

	Gareth didn't respond, though.  He just moaned softly in his
unconscious state.  Bryce stared in disbelief, taking in the sight of his
friend, bent forward on all fours and hung in the air with his ass high and
legs spread.  Because his ass was so high, Bryce could clearly see that it
was encased in the same contraption that must have been holding his own
cheeks apart.

	In the silence between Gareth's tortured moans, Bryce could hear a
faint squishing sound coming from somewhere behind Gareth.  He quickly
realized that it was actually coming from Gareth's behind and watched in
horrified fascination as a shiny, clear nub of some rubbery looking plastic
began to slowly appear between Gareth's raised ass cheeks.  As more of it
began to protrude, it dipped down towards Gareth's balls, disappearing from
sight for a moment before landing with a sickening splat on the white tile
floor.

	Bryce stared the squirming thing, this wriggling plastic `worm', in
horror.  It was a skinnier, smooth version of the thing on the tray next to
him!  Suddenly, the hole in the seat of the chair made sense and Bryce
began to panic.

	"Ah, yes," a voice sounded from the top of the stairs at the far
end of the room.  "He should be fully awake now.  I think it's time to wake
Gareth as well.  We'll be down in a moment, Marshall.  Please make sure our
new specimen is prepped and get Gareth cleaned up and ready for phase
three."

	"Sure thing, Uncle Tyson," a younger voice replied eagerly.

	Bryce frowned.  `Marshall?  Marshall Clancy?' he thought angrily.
`What the fuck?'

	He heard Dr. Clancy shout down in a commanding voice, "Gareth, wake
up!"

	Bryce turned his attention back to Gareth.  He watched as his
friend slowly opened his eyes and gave his head a quick shake to clear it.
Gareth immediately noted his binds and tried to pull against them, his body
struggling hard against the Reverse Harness.

	"Gare?" Bryce called.

	Instantly, the darker-haired jock stopped struggling and his gaze
snapped over to his friend.  "Bryce?  Oh, my god!  Bryce, you gotta help me
outta this thing!"

	"Dude, I can't even move myself!" Bryce replied just as
frantically.

	Gareth looked him over in confusion.  "But you're not tied down or
anything, how..."

	Bryce shook his head.  "I don't know how, but I'm just as stuck
here as you!  What the fuck's going on?"

	Instead of answering him, though, Gareth began to panic.  "Oh,
shit.  Oh, shit.  We have to get outta here!  I can't take anymore!"

	"What are you talking about?" Bryce asked urgently.  "What do they
want?"

	He watched as Gareth's eyes widened and he issued a hard groan.
Bryce's gaze snapped up to Marshall who was now standing behind Gareth with
a grin on his freckled face.  He hadn't even heard Marshall come down the
stairs.  As Bryce watched, the muscles in Marshall's right arm were moving,
but Bryce couldn't see what Marshall's hand was doing.  But when Gareth
gave several grunts and his eyes widened further, Bryce realized that
Marshall was fingering his friend's upturned ass.

	"What we want," Marshall said, continuing to pivot his middle and
index fingers in and out of Gareth's pink hole, "is your cum."

	Bryce could feel himself getting angry.  They'd never done anything
to this punk before, in fact, Gareth actually played nice to the little
bastard.  While Bryce had never really been buddy-buddy with Marshall, he'd
laid off of him for Gareth's sake.  It didn't make any sense.  "Why are you
doin' this?  What'd we ever do to you, Clancy?"

	Marshall smiled again, curving his fingers down to pet Gareth's
prostate.  Gareth moaned, his eyes rolling back even as he turned his head
to the side to avoid the shame of Bryce seeing his face.

	"Bryce Duke and Gareth Prince," Marshall began.  "The two most
popular guys at school from way back.  I used to watch you guys in the
locker room growing up, did you know that?  Every year you just seemed to
get bigger and better.  Me?  Not so much.  I've wanted Gareth for a long
time -- wanted to touch him, rub him down and lick every inch of his body
since I can remember.  And you?  Man, the stories everybody heard from
Hayleigh "Sugar Pussy" McElroy about that dick of yours.  Whew, I've wanted
a taste of that since freshman year."

	Marshall stopped to pull his fingers from Gareth's ass and went to
his knees to pick up the weakly squirming worm from the floor.  He looked
back up at Bryce.  "What do you think would'a happened if I'd just asked
one of you guys out?"

	"We'd have told you to go fuck yourself!" Bryce hissed.

	Marshall responded with a quiet chuckle as he reached up to grab
Gareth's dick.  He pulled it down and wrapped his moist lips around the
bulbous head.  He let his tongue swirl around it, dancing over the tip and
into the slit, sucking softly on the smooth flesh.  Gareth moaned and
rolled his hips, clearly loving the sensation of Marshall's tongue on this
dick even though it made him uncomfortable.  All the while, Marshall never
took his eyes off of Bryce's face.

	"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as he pulled his mouth away from the treat of
Gareth's cockhead.  "That's exactly what I thought you'd have said, too.
Which is precisely why I jumped on this opportunity as soon as I got the
call from my uncle."

	Marshall stood and sauntered over to Bryce, who shrank back as best
as he could from him.

	"Because you see," Marshall whispered, dragging his fingertips from
Bryce's ankle, over his leg and thigh, up his side to this chest, "now I
have you and I didn't have to suffer the humiliation of a rejection.  And
you," he said with a smile, flicking his finger of Bryce's right nipple,
"will thoroughly enjoy every second of this.  You may not want to admit
it...but you will."

	Bryce shook his head and forced himself to lower his voice.  He was
going to try a different approach.  "Look, Marshall, I'm not gay and
neither is Gareth.  I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is.  Please,
don't do this to us."

	"But I don't want you to want me, Bryce.  I just want to play a
little and you don't have to be gay for this to work," Marshall replied.
"Just tell yourself that you're doing this for science, for the greater
good."

	With that, he went to a set of cabinets behind Bryce and grabbed a
large tube of lube with a lightning bolt logo that ran down the side.

	Gareth, who'd recovered from his brief prostate massage, recognized
the bottle.  It was the Nerve Attack lube.  "Marshall, buddy, please don't
do this to him!" he shouted.

	Marshall walked back over to Bryce and frowned at Gareth.  "I can't
wait til Davenport comes back down here and changes your tune.  He's got
something really special planned for the two of you, you know, for Bryce's
first milking."

	"Milking?" Bryce was feeling more anxious and worried by the
second.

	Marshall grinned again and nodded.  "Oh yeah," the nerd said,
taking the top of the lube and pouring a generous amount into the palm of
his hand.  "You're gonna get drained."

	He took the handful of lube, grabbed Bryce's still hard cock, and
slathered it with the cool, slippery stuff.  Bryce jumped and the muscles
in his thighs bunched in protest as he struggled to move away from
Marshall's touch, but just like before he was unable to move.

	Almost instantly, Bryce noticed the effects of the lube.  He could
feel Marshall's touch all the way through his penis and every nerve reacted
with raucous pleasure.  He'd never felt anything like it.

	"Uggggghhh!" Bryce groaned, throwing his head back.  "Fuck!"

	"Stop it, man!" Gareth shouted, struggling to break free of the
Reverse Harness once more.  "Leave him alone!"

	Dr. Clancy, Davenport, Cutledge, and Ericsson chose that moment to
descend the stairs into the lab.

	"Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the harness?" Ericsson
taunted Gareth, adjusting his own erection through the pocket of his
slacks.  He kept his right hand in his pocket because it had begun to
quiver and spasm.  While that alarmed him, he admitted to himself that that
unexpected movement from his own hand felt delicious against his throbbing
cock.  He could already feel his balls filling and practically wanted to
pound his chest with the anticipation of what he knew would be a
spectacular orgasm.

	Davenport chuckled as Ericsson and Cutledge each grabbed a rolling
stool from the back wall and Dr. Clancy joined his nephew near Bryce's
head.  The doctor picked up the bottle of lube poured some of it over the
silicone worm in the tray.  "Marshall, leave his dick alone," he said
curtly.  The nerd reluctantly drew his hand back and wiped it over the leg
of his jeans.

	They all watched as the worm began to squirm.  Bryce began to shake
his head frantically.  "Please, please!  I've never had anything in my butt
before!  Please don't do this!"

	"Listen to him!" Gareth shouted.  "Let him go!"

	Davenport rolled his eyes at Gareth.  "All this camaraderie could
be put to better use, don't you think?"  He walked over to Gareth and got
right in his face.  "From this point forward, you will only speak to Bryce
to encourage him.  Let him know how good everything is going to feel, how
much he's going to love this, how much you love this.  You can't look away
because you want to watch and talk him through it, Gareth.  Be a pal and
stick this out with him."

	Bryce watched as Davenport stepped aside and Gareth's eyes seemed
to cloud over.  "No, Gareth!  No!"  He looked at Davenport angrily.  "What
have you done to him?!"

	Instead of answering, Davenport asked, "So you've never had
anything in your ass?"  He didn't wait for Bryce to answer.  "We wouldn't
want to just let that worm have its way with your tight little hole without
any preparation, now would we?"

	Davenport turned to Ericsson.  "You like the taste of ass, don't
you?"

	The Swede's eyes lit up.  "I fucking love it," he replied, licking
his lips and walking over to Bryce.

	"Alright then," Davenport purred.  "Prepare him for us."

	Ericsson went to the floor under the chair and sat down.  He held
himself up by the sides of the chair and positioned his head so that he was
looking directly at Bryce's cage-spread ass.  He grabbed the cranks on
either side of Bryce's ass and wedged the jock's cheeks open wider, until
the natural pucker of his hole was exaggerated as it spread.  Ericsson
sighed at the sight of Bryce's perfect asshole.  The hole itself was smooth
but about an inch out, there was a faint dusting of downy blonde hair.
Ericsson's mouth was watering as he leaned up, stuck his tongue out and
traced the circle of muscle wetly.

	Every muscle in Bryce's body tensed in reaction.  "Stop!  Please!"
he begged, each of his words ending on a breathless moan that belied their
intent.

	Gareth watched on with hungry eyes, taking in the sight of
Ericsson's tongue the outside of his best friend's asshole.  "Yeah, Bryce.
Let him lick you," he said breathlessly.  "Feel his tongue wiggling all
over your hole!"

	"Gare?" Bryce was shocked.  "You don't know what you're saying!"

	Gareth continued to stare at the spot where Ericsson tongue
swirled.  "Man, I wish you could see it.  Your asshole is all shiny, dude.
And it's quivering like crazy.  I bet it feels so good the way his tongue
is licking you.  Mmmmm, now he pointing it straight at the middle of your
hole.  He's gonna tongue-fuck you, dude."

	Ericsson had made his tongue a rigid spear and was slowly pushing
it into Bryce's puckered hole.  When it was about two inches in, he began
to rotate it in Bryce's ass.

	"Fuck!" Bryce grunted.  "Uggh, no!  Take it out!  Take it out of
me!"  He groaned and tried to push Ericsson's tongue out of his butt, but
that only made the older man moan as his tongue was squeezed harder.

	He pulled it out and took a few deep breaths while he leaned back
to assess the hole adoringly.  "Tastes so fucking good," he moaned as he
dove back in, thrusting his tongue back into Bryce's ass and wrapping is
lips around the puckered ring of his anus.  He moaned louder as he
simultaneously tongue-fucked and sucked the blonde jocks perfect asshole.

	"Agghhh!  Ughhh!  Ugnnnnnn...noo!" Bryce moaned over the sucking
sounds that came from beneath him.  He turned his head when he caught
movement from the corner of his eye.  The doctor was rolling another cart
over to him.  Something long, bumpy, and round was under a sheet on top of
the cart.  Once the doctor had the cart next to him, he pulled the sheet
off and Bryce gasped.

	It was a cylinder constructed from a tight coil of clear plastic
wire.  It reminded him a bit of the butt cage and he wondered if it was
meant to cage his cock.  The doctor reached down to the next level on the
cart and pulled out a stainless steel box.  When he opened the lid, Bryce
saw about a hundred dime-sized clear silicone beads.  Each one had a small
hole in the center and a thin string seemed to thread each bead together.
The doctor lifted the string and tied the end of it the end of the coil
cylinder.  He then tipped it up and the soft beads began to run down the
string and onto the coil, winding their way down to the bottom until the
coil was lined with them.  The doctor placed a larger steel bead on the end
and twisted it down tightly so that the other beads couldn't fall off of
the cylinder.

	"This," Dr. Clancy said, as he held up the strange thing, "is one
of my favorite toys."  He laid it back on its side and rolled it over the
smooth surface of the tray top.  Each small bead functioned like a wheel,
rolling the whole cylinder back and forth.

	"See how it moves?" the doctor asked as he let go of it and went to
the cabinet.  He came back with a vase-like container and removed the lid.
He then picked up the beaded cylinder and dipped it into the vase.  It came
out covered in lube -- the same Nerve Attack lube from before.

	Bryce realized too late what the doctor had in mind, not that he
would have been able to get away.  Even still, he tried to move his hips
away as the doctor placed the bottom of the cylinder at his cockhead and
began to slowly push it down onto his shaft.  The beads rolled as the whole
cylinder descended, massaging his dick as they went.  The sensation was
unlike anything he'd ever experienced and that coupled with the feeling of
Ericsson's tongue on/in his asshole had him throwing his head back and
moaning in unabashed pleasure.

	"Ughhhhnnnnnnnn," he whimpered as the doctor pulled the beaded
cylinder up slowly and then pushed it back down.

	The doctor alternated speeds, fucking it onto the blonde jock's
dick fast, then slow, then fast again.  After a couple of minutes,
Dr. Clancy told them that he thought Bryce was ready.  Reluctantly,
Ericsson, pulled his tongue out of the jock's ass but he planted a wet kiss
smack on the middle of the puckered hole before he stood with a wanton
growl.

	Davenport, who'd noticed Ericsson's rather passionate behavior,
asked with a quirked brow, "Are you feeling alright, Alrik?"

	"Never better," Ericsson replied, hurrying back to sit on the stool
and cover his crotch.  There was a wet mark on the front of his pants and
it was getting bigger by the second.  Ericsson could barely remember the
last time he'd put out any pre-cum at all.  He knew he'd never emitted this
much.

	"Very well, then," Davenport answered, though he wasn't entirely
convinced by Ericsson's act and he'd seen the wet mark on the man's pants.
He turned back to the doctor.  "Ready, Doc?"

	Dr. Clancy nodded and emptied a small tube of the Nerve Attack lube
into Bryce's asshole, then lifted the silicon worm from the tray and held
it in the air before the jock's eyes.  All the while, he continued to pump
his dick with the beaded cylinder.  The blonde jock nearly went cross-eyed
staring at the wriggling worm.  "Will it hurt?" he asked, torn between
shameful apprehension and aroused anticipation.

	Gareth was the one to answer.  "No way, man.  You're gonna fuckin'
love it.  There's this part of you, deep in your ass, whenever something
touches it, you'll feel like you're gonna explode right then.  And the way
it feels on your asshole as it holds you open...It'll be like you're
getting licked and fucked at the same time."  He shook his head sadly
before continuing, "Mine didn't have all those little bumps all over it,
though, and it wasn't that thick."  His pushed his bottom lip out in a sad
pucker and admitted more to himself than anyone, "I'm fuckin' jealous."

	"Can we just get this over with?" Cutledge asked, exasperated.  "I
thought we were harvesting his cum for science."

	"Doesn't mean we can't have some fun along the way," Davenport
answered with a roll of his eyes.  "Right, Doc?"

	The doctor nodded and grinned, lining the head of the squirming
silicone worm with the center of Bryce's shiny pink asshole.  "Right," he
agreed, pushing the worm into the ring of muscle.  He let it go, know that
the stimulants in the lube that covered it and the inside of Bryce's ass
would give it the energy to force its way the rest of the way in.

	"Arrrrgh!" Bryce screamed.  His asshole clenched tightly around the
worm, clinging wetly to the bumpy surface.  "Ugh!  UGH!  UGHHHH!!"  He
groaned louder each time it wedged a bit deeper into his ass.

	The doctor leaned down and got into his face.  "You will pleasure
yourself with the beaded cylinder, move it as fast or as slow as you like.
Do what feels good.  Once the worm is all the way in your ass, meaning that
NONE of it is visible anymore, you can cum."

	Bryce felt the command slip through his brain.  "Fuck," he hissed,
reaching forward to grab the cylinder.  Immediately, he began to pump it in
a swift rhythm from the base to the tip of his cock.  The elasticity of the
coils allowed it to mold to the shape of his dick at any point.  At the
tip, the silicon bead-lined cylinder gripped his glans tightly.  He pumped
it over the head of his dick and they all watched the excess of lube run
down the veiny contours of his cock to the base.

	Meanwhile, the worm had worked its way halfway into this asshole
and was just about to meet his prostate.  As it bumped against the
walnut-sized gland, wriggling deliciously against it, Bryce threw his head
back and his eyes rolled back.  "HOLY SHIT!  OH, MY FUCKING...UGH!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!!!!!"

	The pleasure caused every muscle in the jock's body to tense,
including his anus, nearly pushing the bumpy worm out.  It responded by
wriggling harder, forcing itself in all the way in one vigorous pump.

	Bryce's eyes shot wide open.  "Fuck!  I'm gonna cum!  I'M GONNA
FUCKING CUM!"

	The others watched as his ass hole quivered and danced as the worm
struggled within his rectum.  For Bryce, it felt just like what it was -- a
slimy wet silicon worm wriggling against the walls of his rectum and his
engorged prostate.

	His cock began to pulse violently inside the beaded cylinder.  The
muscles in his forearm flexed as he pumped it over his cockhead vigorously.
The whole time he was screaming in agonized pleasure.  His dick swelled and
the thick chord on the underside throbbed harder as a thick glob of cum
shot out, splattering against the beads and oozing out between them.  He
pushed the cylinder to the base of his dick so that his cockhead protruded
with subtly `pop' from the end.  Bryce continued to cum, his cock spitting
tireless arcs of cum across the room.

	Suddenly, a shocked moan sounded from the area at the back of the
room.  Davenport, Dr. Clancy, and Marshall looked up to see Cutledge
jumping away from Ericsson.  The Swede had a steady stream of cum flowing
from the bottom of his left pant leg onto the floor and the outline of his
wildly throbbing cock was clearly visible through the soaked fabric.  His
moans turned to pleasured screams as his orgasm crescendoed, and all the
while he stared with wide eyes at the doctor.

	"What the fuck did you do?" Dr. Clancy bellowed, charging over to
Ericsson.  When he got to the Swede, he hurriedly undid his pants.

	Cutledge crept back over, a stunned expression on his face.  "Is
that supposed to happen?"

	Ericsson's dick sprang forward in all of its veiny, Nordic glory,
spewing volley after thick volley of cum into the air.  A stray arc went a
little further than any of them anticipated and landed right on Cutledge's
mouth.  Reflexively, he stuck his tongue out and licked it off, innocently
swallowing the potent concoction.  His dick shot hard so fast that they
actually heard a tear rip through the crotch of his pants.

	"Shit!" Dr. Clancy exclaimed, panicking for a moment when he
realized that Cutledge was about to join Ericsson in orgasmic incoherency.

	Davenport, though, was giddy with joy.  "No, this is good.  Let `em
see what this stuff can do!  I doubt that we'll have any arguments from
either of these two going forward."

	He indulged in a rich a belly laugh as Cutledge's moans joined
Ericsson's and Bryce's in an erotic chorus that echoed off of the walls of
the basement.


To be continued...

UP NEXT: Bryce and Gareth join the effort to find additional `recruits' but
someone from outside the circle is capturing the new boys before they can
get to the lab.