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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 14.

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Part 74:  Cave Bear Redux
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Cave Bear make it known to all the members of the Community on Valley
Road that he was no longer Cave Bear.  He was to be known instead as
Bear.

Paul felt a twinge of jealousy at being displaced from Scott's
affections as the number one person in his life.  However, Bear and
most of the other members of the Community made it clear to him that
Scott had a whole lot of love in him.  Hal stated that it was
characteristic of a great soul to have many lovers.  He had experience
of that.  Paul was not displaced from Scott's affections.  It was just
that Bear had been in desperate need of Scott's love and attention.
And behold how Bear has flourished under Scott's loving care!

Bear was now the possessor of a top quality brain.  He spent his time
busily acquiring knowledge from other members of the community,
particularly Hal, Peter, Derek, Vera, Elizabeth, Rory, Richard and of
course, Scott.

In the meanwhile, he learnt how to read and write, skills that had
eluded him previously.  He very quickly became fully proficient and
mastered the intricacies and idiosyncrasies of the English language.

Bear was fascinated to discover that Nick was actually an alien who
had morphed into the form of big and tremendously powerful human male.
He spent some time with Nick getting to grips with the fact that Nick
so much loved being a big man that he never wanted to return to being
the odd little gold he had been before.  And Bear delighted in fucking
Nick to the soaring heights of ecstatic bliss and being fucked by Nick
in turn.  Nick found Bear's great size and massive muscularity a
tremendous turn-on.  He could not get enough of Bear.  He fell in love
with the mighty Bear and Bear reciprocated.  Bear remembered Hal's
admonition to Paul that it was characteristic of great souls to have
many lovers.  Hal considered that Bear was well on the way becoming a
great soul himself.

Bear and Nick frequently participated in vigorous foursomes of sex
with Scott and Paul.  The love that flowed between the four men
continually became deeper and stronger.  They were inseparable,
connected permanently by their telepathy.

Derek and Fox joined in now and them.  They were connected to the four
by their telepathy.

Bear made friends with Pan.  He was not the least bit afraid when Pan
manifested in his usual form that many normals took to be that of the
Devil.  Bear's telepathic sense made it obvious with the utmost
clarity that Pan was definitely not an evil being but an old and
wonderful god who had been on Earth for more than a quarter of a
billion years guiding the evolution of life.  Bear understood that Pan
had a tremendous amount of knowledge about life, its form, its
mechanisms and the changes wrought by evolution.  He understood that
Pan and the Lord God had quietly directed the evolution of the human
race towards becoming the superhuman agents, officers and directors
working on behalf of the Lord God throughout the Universe.  Members of
the human race were already becoming gods themselves.

Pan took Bear a great distance back in time to see the dinosaurs.
Bear understood that the dinosaurs had to be destroyed to give mammals
the chance to flourish and evolve into humans who were capable of
knowing and loving God and to serve Him willingly as His superhuman
agents.  Bear witnessed the catastrophe that terminated all dinosaurs
except for those that were becoming birds.  He was full of sympathy
and understanding for Pan being obligated to do the terrible deed that
he did.  Pan loved him and they had lots of joyful sex together.

Pan showed him the museum left on Mars by the Wayfarers.  He explained
to Bear about the Perfect Soldiers and how they exterminated all the
Wayfarers and his own people.  They exterminated all races they
considered unworthy of living.  They saw themselves as the Galactic
Cleansers.  Pan was the only survivor of his race.

Hal gave Bear a second-hand Zakopane motorbike.  It was made by a
small American company that specialised in unusual motorcycles.  It
was founded by a Polish-American who arrived in the USA from the
extreme south of Poland just after World War 2.  The bike that Hal
gave Bear had been imported into Australia some years before.  It was
a big long bike with a frame long enough to accommodate Bear's huge
body and long legs.  Its engine was a large powerful high-torque
liquid-cooled V4 longitudinally-mounted motor of 166 cubic inches
(2720 cc) capacity driving the fat rear wheel by a shaft drive.  The
bike sported ape-hanger handlebars that were just legal and in
addition four exhaust pipes.

Bear was rapt to receive the bike from Hal's collection.  He felt
highly honoured to be given a bike unique in Australia.

Nick joked that the bike would never be stolen because it would be hot
as soon as the loss was reported.  The reality was that Roadknights
would track it down very quickly with their superhuman powers and
retrieve it forthwith.

Derek did his trick and with the assistance of assorted fairies and
pixies, created for Bear a combined motorcycle rider and car driver
licence in the state of New South Wales.  Bear was now fully licensed.
In doing so, Bear was obliged to reclaim his old identity about which
he had just about forgotten.  His registered names were Cuthbert Chad
Cunnell.  Bear hated the name Cuthbert, particularly as the other
children in the orphanage used to tease him mercilessly about his name
and call him 'Cuthbert Cuthtard'.  Nick coined the nickname '3C' for
Bear.

Hal pointed out to Bear that the names he had been given, Cuthbert and
Chad, were the names of revered English saints.  They were honourable
names that meant something regardless of what lesser-minded people
thought.

Nick gave a wicked smile and magicked into existence a big chunky gold
Rolex watch which he presented to Bear with a flourish.  Bear received
it gratefully and strapped it onto his wrist.

Nick: << That's my thanks for being such an orgasmically wonderful
lover.  You're one of the best fuckers I've ever had and now you're
one of the 'Big Watch Boiz'.  You deserve it. >>

He grinned from ear to ear.

Hal pointed out to Bear that he could do the same magic tricks as Nick
but it was best not to abuse the privilege.

Bear went on side trips in time with Scott, Paul, Nick and Derek.  He
acquired the many skills useful to a Roadknight.  He even mastered the
cryptoscopic skill.  He found Derek a fount of the knowledge that had
been dumped into his brain by Hal.  Like Scott, Fox and Paul, Bear
sucked up knowledge like a vacuum cleaner.

After returning to Earth in the normal timeline, Scott proposed Bear
for membership of the Roadknights Motorcycle Club.  There were no
objections.  Bear was examined and was admitted to the membership.



Ellis de la Mare sat at his desk in the office at the Riverside
Caravan Park.  A wooden counter divided the office space from the area
accessible through a separate door and open to the public.

Ellis was the proprietor of the caravan park.  He was a thin middle-
aged man of average height with short blond hair and he was troubled
by arthritis.

The thought passed through his mind that he had not seen Cave Bear for
a little while.  The next week's rent was due on Cave Bear's caravan.
He was wondering what had befallen Cave Bear.  He had heard from one
of the caravan park inhabitants a story that Cave Bear had been
hanging around some house in the town and one of the neighbours had
come out and told him to get lost because he thought Cave Bear was
going to molest his daughters.  It sounded like the big dumb retard
took the man at his word and went and got lost.  His informant thought
the story was funny.

Ellis wondered if someone would find Cave Bear's dead body somewhere.
If that happened he would probably have to junk the little old
caravan, contents and all.  He had heard it was a dreadful mess
inside.  The caravan was probably not worth much anyway.

He decided to give Cave Bear a few more days to show up and pay the
rent.

He heard a motorbike pull up outside.  He looked out the window and
saw a big long bike ridden by a huge man with enormous muscles.  The
bike pulled up outside the office.  Ellis noted the unusual syncopated
rhythm of the motorbike's idle.

The biker dismounted.  When he removed his helmet, he turned his back
to the window and Ellis saw the insignia of the Roadknights MC on the
back of his jacket.  Ellis had known one Roadknight well and he had
heard many stories about the members of the motorcycle club.

The biker switched off the motor, put his helmet in the pannier and
walked towards the office door.  Ellis went back to his desk and sat
down.

The huge man opened the office door, ducked under the door lintel with
practised ease and entered the office.

As Ellis got up from his desk, he gaped at the very tall man whose
hair almost touched the low ceiling of the office.

The man was very broad in keeping with his height and of a humungously
muscular build.

"Fuck!" Ellis thought, "the man is huge."

The man had a dense mass of short thick brown hair.  He wore a short
thick brown neatly trimmed full-face beard and moustache.  His big
eyes were somewhat deep-set but they stood out.  They were an
iridescent bright sky blue and above them were thick brown eyebrows.
Below his eyes were prominent cheekbones.  His cheeks were somewhat
hollow.  He had a sensuous mouth below which was a strong square jaw
and strong chin.  It was an ultra-masculine face.

Ellis noted that the man was extraordinarily good-looking, no, he was
beautiful with the face and body of a god.  His muscles were huge hard
chiselled bulging powerhouses all over.

The shoulders on the man were very broad, massive and heavily muscled.
His deltoids were huge and hard solid muscle.  The bulky robust
trapezius muscles sloped up to his meaty powerful stallion's neck
almost to his ears.  They looked like they had been built by years of
intensive body-building.

The man pulled off his black leather elbow-length riding gloves and
put them on the counter.

Ellis could not help but notice the big bulky and expensive-looking
gold Rolex watch glittering on the man's left wrist.  That watch must
be worth at least fifty thousand dollars as Ellis had found when he
was idly flicking through the Rolex site on the Internet one day
recently.

The arms that hung from the man's shoulders were the most enormous
Ellis had ever seen.  They were packed with thick hard solid muscle.
They looked thicker than an obese person's thighs but looked
terrifyingly strong.  Thick veins stood out like electrical cables as
they ran down and across the huge bulging hard biceps down to the
network on his forearms.  His hands were those of a giant.  The idle
thought crossed his mind that those great hands could span two octaves
on a piano like those of the classical composer Johannes Brahms.  If
the man were a pianist, he would be a splendid exponent of Brahms'
music or that of Beethoven.

The sides of the man's sleeveless jacket were slit open to make room
for his enormous hard meaty lats to protrude through.  The lats gave
the man's torso the appearance of a cobra's hood.

The jacket was unfastened at the front exposing the man's torso that
looked like a stone wall.  The spectacular, eye-popping chest was the
most massive Ellis had ever seen.  The monumental pectoral muscles
were like great big thick hard bulging round plates of meat with big
prominent nipples bigger than Australian fifty-cent coins on the
bottom curve of the pectorals.

The man's abdomen was truly spectacular.  Ellis saw ten big lumps of
muscle like rounded rocks arranged in almost perfect symmetry down his
front.  It was a true ten-pack, the most amazing Ellis had ever seen.
The ten-pack ran down from the man's chest right down to the wide
black belt of the man's low-slung jeans.

A wisp of dark brown pubic hair showed above the man's belt.  A trail
of brown hair ran over his belly button up the valley between those
amazing abdominal muscles up to his hairy chest.  His pectorals were
covered in hair.

The man's forearms had a light covering of short brown hair.  The rest
of the man's body appeared to be hairless apart from the head.

His tight faded blue jeans covered massive thighs that looked as thick
as a trunk of a mountain ash tree.  The thighs rippled with muscle
under the material of the jeans.  His buttocks were almost
hemispherical mounds of solid hard muscle.  A noticeable power bulge
showed behind the fly of the jeans.

The man's jeans went into the tops of polished black biker boots with
thick heels and soles.  They reached up to just below his knees.

Ellis was very aware of how sexy the man was.  In fact the man oozed
power and sex.  He stirred old, painful and forgotten longings within
Ellis, who promptly pushed them back where they came from.  He felt an
old ache behind his balls.

The man said, "Good morning, Mr De la Mare, I've come to pay the rent
on my caravan."

He was well-spoken with a resonant baritone voice.  He pronounced
Ellis's surname as 'Delamare', running the words of his name together
like most of the townspeople.  Only two people pronounced each word
separately, Mrs McBride because she was posh; she pronounced his name
in the French manner 'Deh lah Mar' like some of his upper crust
friends and acquaintances in England but that was a long time ago, a
bygone age.  The other person was Cave Bear because he was retarded
and had difficulty with Ellis's surname.

The man plonked a five-dollar note on the counter.

Ellis stared at him.  He had no idea who the man was but he looked
vaguely familiar.

"Who are ...?" he started.

The man cut him off with, "I'm Bear.  I used to be called Cave Bear
but no more now.  Cave Bear is an identity I no longer use.  I'm now
Bear and I've been renting that little old white fibreglass caravan
over by the gum trees.  I'm now giving you a week's notice that I'll
be leaving.  I don't need the caravan anymore, thank you.  I have
found alternative accommodation."

Ellis stared at him.  The man who was now Bear spoke with a baritone
voice several octaves lower than Cave Bear's high-pitched voice that
sounded stupid coming from such a big man.

After a minute or two Ellis recovered a vestige of his sardonic self.

"'Alternative accommodation', those are big words for you," he said.

"I've learnt a lot of big words, Mr De la Mare," replied Bear briskly.
"Anyway, I'll be around again in the next few days and clean out the
caravan.  Maybe see you then."

With that, Bear pulled on his black leather riding gloves, turned on
his boot-heel and headed towards the door.  He walked with a sexy sway
of his magnificent globular buttocks.

"Nice arse," Ellis called after him.

Bear turned his head with a knowing half-smile on his face.  His
superb even white teeth glinted in the light.

"Thanks.  I know," he replied.

He walked out the door ducking under the door lintel as he went.

Ellis stared at the purple five-dollar note left on the counter.  The
portrait of the Queen on the note looked back at him impassively.
Ellis was taken aback by Bear's supreme, bullet-proof self-confidence
and seeming arrogance.  Cave Bear, now Bear, appeared to have
undergone a profound change.  He certainly did not behave like he was
retarded, or as the politically correct say these days, intellectually
challenged.  In fact he appeared to be quite highly intelligent.  He
had ducked under the door lintel with practised ease whereas before he
had banged his head every time he went in or out of that door.  Back
then Cave Bear never seemed to learn.  It had been a standing joke.
Not only that but he had changed a lot physically as well.  He
appeared taller probably because he stood perfectly erect and straight
and he had gained a huge amount of muscle.  The body fat had all
disappeared.  His appearance was now totally different.  He was now
extremely good-looking.  Even his proportions seemed to have changed
for the better.  His legs appeared longer and his back appeared a
little bit shorter.  He certainly did not look like he had the ape-
like proportions like he had before; his proportions were perfect.
His voice had deepened dramatically.  The old Cave Bear was no more.
He had morphed into the huge, scrumptiously sexy, big Bear who now had
the build of a fantasy muscle god like those muscular morphs one finds
on the Internet.  It was like an ugly caterpillar morphing into a
glorious butterfly.

He caught himself wishing that Bear would wrap those huge powerful
arms around him and hug him tight but he pushed that thought away
savagely.  Too much pain there.

Gloom set in.

Ellis left the office and went into his sitting room to the CD player.
He found his recording of J.S. Bach's Goldberg Variations played by
Glen Gould and put it on.  He grabbed the cut-glass sherry decanter
and a matching sherry glass and poured himself a glassful of sherry.
Then he sat down in his easy chair and let the music wash over him.
Some tears leaked from his eyes until the music soothed his troubles
away.

When Bear went outside, he saw Perry admiring his bike.

Perry whipped around when he heard the heavy crunch of boots on
concrete.  He tittered nervously when he saw Bear's gigantic form
approaching.

"That's a beaut bike," he said.  "It looks great."

"Yeah, thanks," replied Bear casually.

Perry did not recognise Bear as the former Cave Bear at all.  He
thought Bear was a complete stranger.

Bear knew perfectly well who Perry was.  Perry lived in an on-site
caravan in the caravan park as a permanent resident like Bear used to
be.  He was the prick who used to give Cave Bear a hard time
previously.  Perry had a harsh grating voice that used to make Cave
Bear shrivel inside but not anymore.  That was all definitely in the
past now.  Bear did not care.  He was a powerful puissant superman and
Perry was as weak as a newborn baby compared to Bear now.  Right now,
Perry was filled with awe at the sight of the huge muscleman.

"It's got a V4 motor" announced Perry.  "Gee, I never seen one like
that on a motorbike before."

"Yeah, they're pretty rare."

"It's a Zakopane.  I never seen one before."

"It's the only one in Australia.  They're a pretty exclusive make."

"Oh."

Bear casually mounted his bike.  Perry saw the Roadknight insignia on
the back of Bear's jacket.  He noted the big expensive-looking gold
watch on Bear's wrist.

"You a Roadknight?" asked Perry.

"Yup."

"You guys are pretty tough.  Like you go round beating up other
bikies."

"Only when we need to."

"God, you'd be fucking lethal with those huge muscles of yours."

"Yeah.  Anyhow, I'll be off.  Maybe see you around."

Bear kick-started his bike and it thundered into life.  He did a tight
U-turn around Perry on the concrete driveway and with a thunderous
roar, the bike accelerated out of the caravan park.

Perry stood in the driveway and watched the huge man ride off down the
road until he vanished from view.  He heard classical piano music
emanating from the park owner's house.  He thrust his hands deep into
the pockets of his shorts, turned and sauntered back towards his
caravan, his thongs slapping on the concrete of the driveway.  A
jangled mess of thoughts churned in his mind, a mixed mass of envy,
longing and yearning.  The music coming from Mr De la Mare's house was
an unwelcome intrusion but it triggered strange feelings from deep
inside him.  The nagging thought haunted him that his life could be a
whole lot better than it is now as an unemployed no-hoper living in a
cheap onsite caravan in a caravan park.  Americans called people like
him 'trailer trash'.  That was what they said on TV.



Police Sergeant Kym Rowling returned from his holidays.  One of the
first things he did was to call around to the old hotel on Valley Road
and see how Scott was getting on.  He had been told by Mr Flaherty
that Scott had moved out of his parents' house to the old Valley Road
hotel.

He parked his patrol car behind the garage out of sight of the road as
he used to do before when coming around before to enjoy the peace and
quiet.  The radio remained switched off as he was not officially on
duty, even though he was wearing his police uniform.  He strolled over
to the hotel noting that there were a couple of cars in the car park,
which had been done up and paved with trees planted.  He saw that the
hotel looked like it had a new coat of paint all over and the
stonework cleaned up.  He knocked on the front door.

Scott opened the door and greeted Kym warmly with a firm handshake.
He put his hand on Kym's shoulder and said that it was good to see him
back again.  He asked how his holiday was and received a non-committal
answer.

Kym remarked on how much bigger and more muscular Scott had become.
Scott replied it was through hard training and he assured Kym that no
drugs were involved.  He would not into more detail beyond saying that
he was trained by someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

Kym was impressed that Scott had the same easy charm as Max, his
father.  In fact Scott looked like a bigger, younger and more muscular
version of his father and he was noticeably better looking.  Kym
surmised that Scott had got those genes from his mother, Ronnie.  In
fact Ronnie was one of the reasons Kym liked going around to the
Reeves house.  Ronnie was a real stunner.

Scott invited Kym to stay for a cup of coffee.  Kym accepted readily.
When the others trooped in to join them in the kitchen, Scott
introduced Kym to all of them.

Kym recognised Derek and Hal as the bikers he had pulled over a couple
of months before Christmas.  Both men greeted him warmly.  They
certainly appeared to bear no grudge towards him.

Kym was awestruck by the transformation that Cave Bear had undergone
in becoming Bear.  He certainly would never have recognised Bear as
the former Cave Bear so complete was Cave Bear's metamorphosis to the
huge, muscular and handsome Bear.  Bear was quick to put Kym at his
ease and Scott made it clear that Bear was at least of normal
intelligence if not more.  That quickly became obvious to Kym as the
conversation proceeded.

Kym was somewhat overawed by Hal, the Grand Master of the
International Roadknight Motorcycle Clubs but Hal soon put him at his
ease.  There was something immensely likeable about Hal.  Kym felt
reassured that Hal would not allow any illegal activities or other
funny business to go on.

Jessica made a splendid pot of coffee which Kym enjoyed.  He happily
partook of the delicious cakes and pastries that appeared before him.

Kym was curious about the community that had sprung up in the old
Valley Road hotel.  The others explained to him about the Company of
the People of the Way and that they all had pledged themselves to the
service of the Lord God.  Kym tried to suppress a cynical smirk but
the telepaths were not fooled.  No-one was offended however.

Derek remembered the night when he and Wolf had morphed into a German
Shepherd Dog and a wolf respectively and were howling outside the
police station early one morning before dawn.  Wolf had let Derek know
then that he wanted to fuck the fat-arsed policeman.

Wolf was sitting opposite Kym as they all sat around the big kitchen
table.

Derek fed a series of subtle mind-glyphs into Kym's mind opening him
up to the possibility of sex with other men.  Kym's attention was
directed to Wolf.  He started thinking what a handsome hunk of muscle
Wolf was.  Wolf was a big, very good-looking well-tanned massively
powerful muscleman with a shock of dark brown hair and a very sexy
moustache.  And he was not wearing a shirt, the same as all the other
men apart from Kym.

They caught each other's eye.  Wolf winked at him.  He was grateful to
Derek for opening up Kym to the possibility of sex with another man.
Kym blushed and looked down.  He felt like a schoolboy caught eyeing
off the hunkiest guy in the school.

Scott complimented Kym on his loss of weight.  Kym was slightly
slimmer that he was before.  With relief Kym replied that his father
had taken him in hand and got him to lose weight.

"Bloody Dad," said Kym, "he was like that bloody old Duke of York
marching me up hill and down dale with a bloody heavy backpack on.
It's no bloody wonder I lost those kilos.  And Mum decided that I
should have a healthy diet.  No cake or biccies were allowed.  Mind
you, Dad looks bloody good for a man over sixty, all fit and muscly,
but he's always been like that."

"Your dad was the police superintendent at Cootamundra before he
retired, wasn't he?" asked Scott.

"Yeah," replied Kym.  "That's right.  He was indeed and a good super
too everyone said.  That's why I came here to Ringtail Springs so Dad
could keep an eye on me.  I guess he pulled a few strings.  I was a
bit of a mess when I came here what with all that shit heaped on me in
Sydney and to twist the knife in the wound, Jeannie, that bitch my ex-
wife, up and left me and ran off with that other guy and married the
bastard.  Your Dad, Scottie, is a good man the way he's been looking
after me.  In fact he's a good Christian gentleman and he's been a
bloody tremendous friend to me.  I reckon he's the best thing that's
happened to me here in Ringtail.  And you can tell him that from me,
Scottie, when you see him again."

"Thanks, I might just do that.  You do look better with that weight
off, pretty good in fact."

"I guess I'd better lay off these beautiful cakes and biccies."

"They're courtesy of the ladies," Scott informed him.  "A few
definitely won't hurt you."

"If you're looking for a personal trainer, I'll take you on," said
Wolf eyeing Kym.  "Help you to keep up the good work."

Nick: << Hey, what a brilliant opening gambit!  His arse will be yours
before you know it." >>

Elizabeth: << And before he knows it too. >>

Kym said, "Thanks, I guess I should think about it."

"I'm Wolf, by the way.  I know it's hard to remember the names of all
the people you've been introduced to all at once."

Kym had heard that the hotel used to be haunted but Derek had an
exorcism done and that had cleaned out all the ghosts.  He wanted to
know more.  Derek said that Hal had performed the exorcism.  Hal
explained it by saying he had called on God to send his holy angels to
cleanse the hotel of ghosts and evil spirits and they did a very
thorough job too.  The place is fine now, a good place to be.

The thought crossed Kym's mind that Hal was some kind of mystic or
holy man despite his huge muscular appearance.  There was something
immensely reassuring about the man.  Kym liked Hal the first time he
met him when Derek and Hal had dinner in the Lion and Unicorn Hotel a
couple of months ago last year and Kym and Max were having a drink
together at the bar.

Kym remarked on how good the old hotel looked nowadays.  It looked in
excellent condition.  Scott replied that it took a lot of hard work
from everyone in the hotel community.

Wolf offered to show Kym around the hotel and grounds.  Kym jumped at
the offer not only because he was curious about what was going on in
the hotel but also he found himself being quite strongly drawn to
Wolf.

When Kym and Wolf left the kitchen together, the others around the
table grinned.  They knew exactly what was happening.  Wolf was a fast
mover.  Kym would have Wolf's cock up his arse before the day was out.

Fox thought that Wolf would have a real challenge on his hands
switching on Kym's telepathic sense after all that the policeman at
been through.  Hal remarked that Nick was far more of a challenge for
Peter when he was a gold.  It took Peter months to achieve the switch-
on.  Hal considered that it would take Wolf less than a week to switch
on Kym's telepathic sense despite all the shit that Kym had to wade
through as a policeman.  After all, Kym was human.  Nick said he would
take bets on how long it would take for Wolf to switch on Kym's
telepathic sense but Hal raised an eyebrow and expressed his
disapproval.  This was not a fit subject to gamble on.  Nick was
unabashed.  The others laughed but there were no takers.

Wolf showed Kym around the hotel, the rooms downstairs and the
bedrooms upstairs.  Kym was very impressed with the palatial splendour
of Derek's bedroom.  He was equally impressed with Scott's spacious,
comfortable and well-decorated bedroom.

They did not get past Wolf's bedroom.  It was a nice, comfortable and
welcoming room but not as big as Scott's room.  In it was a big unmade
comfortable-looking double bed.  The room was cluttered with all sorts
of stuff.  An unfinished portrait of Derek sat on an easel.

Kym looked at the portrait on the easel.

"You paint that?" he asked.

"Yep," replied Wolf.

"It's bloody good!  You've got the talent."

"Thanks."

"You know," said Kym, "Derek's bloody good-looking these days and he's
got those huge muscles.  He looks like a god these days.  Before that
he wasn't much to look at.  I think he used to get around town in
those baggy old overalls but I hardly remember him at all.  What did
Hal do to him?"

"Trained him up," replied Wolf with a smile.  "And Derek responded
well.  Look at him now!  And his beauty shines forth."

"That's for sure.  And look at Scottie Reeves now.  He's just changed
so much since I've been away.  The guy's nothing short of awesome with
all those huge muscles and he's so much better looking too."

Kym looked mournfully down his still-bulging belly.  He took a handful
of belly fat in both hands and shook it up and down.

"Still got lots of blubber on my guts despite Dad's efforts," he
complained.  "But the old bastard will kill me trying to get all the
fat off me if I stayed much longer.  I was stuffed trying keep up with
him with all those forced marches.  'Strength through joy', he'd say.
Fuck that for a laugh."

Wolf laughed.  Kym did too at the absurdity.

"There are easier ways of getting into shape," said Wolf.  "It doesn't
have to be agony."

"Yeah?"

"I could train you up, Kym, so you end up big, strong and muscly like
Derek, Scott and the other guys.  It'll be hard work but it certainly
won't be agony - certainly nothing like the agony your father put you
through.  In fact it should be really good fun a lot of the time but
you will have to make the commitment.  I certainly won't push you
harder than you're willing to go."

"Sounds good.  When should I start?"

"Any time you like but there's no time like the present."

"What?  Now?"

"Why not?  Are you on duty?"

"No."

"That's good.  But first I reckon we should get to know one another
better," said Wolf and took a few steps closer to Kym.

As he did so, he fed a few subtle mind glyphs into Kym's mind,
building on the work that Derek had already done.  Long repressed
desires surged up out of the oubliette of Kym's mind and ran rampant.
The thought of sex with another man became quite enticing.

Kym looked Wolf up and down.  He appreciated with relish Wolf's
splendid muscular body.  Wolf wore no shirt, just a very brief pair of
shorts.  He took in every bulge of Wolf's big well-chiselled muscles,
savouring his huge hard strong arms, chest, shoulders, abdomen
sporting a bulging eight-pack of muscles, thighs and the large
genitals packed into the front of those awfully sexy shorts.

Kym looked up and caught Wolf's smoking grey-blue eyes.  Wolf had a
slight smile that Kym thought was dreadfully sexy.

Kym felt emboldened.

"I've been thinking," he started somewhat hesitantly.  "I've been
wondering what it would be like to have sex with another man.  Would
you be interested?"

"Yeah, I reckon," replied Wolf with a very sexy smile.  "Have you ever
had sex with another man before?"

"God no!  You kidding?  If the other coppers thought I was a poofter,
they would've given me hell.  I might've even been drummed out of the
police force."

"OK then.  You can rest assured about my complete discretion and you
can trust everyone else here completely, especially young Scott.  You
can trust him with your life."  Wolf grinned.  "Even with your deepest
and darkest secrets.  No worries on that score."

"Would it be OK?"

"Sure.  One thing though.  You've never had sex with a man before.
I'd better show you how it's done properly, like I fuck you up the
arse and take you to joyful places you've never been before.  That way
I can put you on the fast track to getting big strong fit and muscly
and lose all the rest of the fat."

"Sounds all right."

"Interested?"

"Yeah," replied Kym with feeling.

"OK.  You'd better turn your mobile off now.  What about your car?"

"I've hidden it behind the garage like I've always done when I've come
around here before.  No-one can see it from the road."

"Good."

Kym switched off his mobile phone.

Wolf came up and put his big strong muscular arms around Kym.  The
strong musky body odour of a strong and vigorous man filled Kym's
nostrils.  He felt giddy.  He noticed that Wolf was significantly
taller than he was.  He rested his head on the thick pectoral muscles
of Wolf's hot sweaty chest.

Wolf put his hand under Kym's chin and lifted up his face.  He kissed
Kym lightly on the lips.  Kym was hungry for more.  He was aware of a
deep hunger within himself.  He had not had any sex with anyone for
several years since before Jeannie left him.

Their kiss turned passionate.  It became a lip lock.  Wolf's strong
musky masculine body odour filled Kym's nostrils.  He ran his hands
over the thick strong sweaty muscles of Wolf's back with relish.  Wolf
held him firmly around the chest and back.

Kym's cock grew rock hard.  It was uncomfortable in his underpants.

Wolf leant back and looked at him quizzically.

"You look a bit uncomfortable there," he remarked.

"Yeah, my underpants suddenly got too small," Kym replied.

"Well, take them off then.  And your trousers.  Would you like me to
help?"

Wolf immediately removed his shorts.  Kym was confronted with a
totally naked, powerfully muscled and very good-looking man.  His eyes
widened as he took in the size of Wolf's magnificent semi-erect penis.

"Are you proposing to stick that bloody great big fat cock of yours up
my arse?" asked Kym querulously.

Wolf grinned.  "Yeah.  The bigger, the better.  I'm gonna take you to
joyful, wonderful places you've never been to before.  And it won't
hurt a bit, I promise you.  And I certainly don't want young Scott
bending my ear if I do hurt you.  He looks out for you.  Guys like me
never, ever hurt their sex partners.  It's a matter of pride.  I want
to put a great big happy smile on your dial after the biggest bang
you've ever had."

Kym laughed.  "With a spiel like that, how can I refuse?"

"Why don't I undress you?  It's more fun that way," replied Wolf.

Kym nodded his head and Wolf slowly removed Kym's clothes leaving only
his shirt.

Kym queried him as to the reason why.

Wolf replied, "You look sexier that way.  I like fucking men in
uniform, even better with just their uniform shirts on and without
their pants."

Kym laughed.  "Each to his own."

Wolf hoisted Kym up by his armpits blowing raspberries on his belly as
he did so.  Then he kissed Kym's rock hard cock.

Kym giggled.  "My Dad used to do that when I was little kid.  I used
to love him doing that.  He never kissed my cock though."

"Not that you remember anyway," said Wolf with a cheeky grin.

"He wouldn't do a thing like that!"

"Nah!  Of course not.  Anyway, you've got a nice cock," replied Wolf
eyeing Kym's fully erect penis.

"Jeannie, my ex-wife didn't think so.  She said it was too small.
It's only five inches (13 cm) long."

"How big did she want it?  Oh, don't bother answering that."

Wolf hoisted Kym up and kissed, blew a few more raspberries on his
belly and then licked his belly.  Kym shuddered with delight.

Wolf continued.  "Nice lot of fat you've got on your tum.  I like
chubby guys.  Bit of a shame you're going to lose it all and stick on
all the muscle you're going to.  I guess you weigh about 130 kilos
(285 lb) now.  Am I close?"

"Spot on.  That's what I weighed this morning before I came around
here.  Well, Scott's very kind about my weight loss.  I weighed over
140 kilos (310 lb) when I went away.  Dad was a bit disappointed that
I lost only 10 kilos after all the torture he put me though.  I didn't
think anyone would notice."

"Scott noticed.  He's pretty damn quick, as no doubt you are aware."

Wolf put his mouth over Kym's cock and sucked.

He continued sucking until Kym gasped, "Oh Christ!  I think I'm going
to come."

Wolf withdrew Kym's cock from his mouth.  He locked Kym's stiff cock
into a permanent erection.

"Can't have you going off too early and deprive you of the delights
yet to come," he chuckled.

Kym groaned.  "It's been bloody years since I've had sex with anyone.
I can't even masturbate these days 'cos I'm too fat."

Wolf shushed him, carried him over to the bed and laid him down gently
on his back.  He lay down next to the policeman and kissed him on the
lips.  Kym responded with rising passion.  He put his arms around Wolf
and relished the feel of all the hard strong muscle on the man kissing
him.  His cock was painfully stiff and his balls ached.

Wolf examined Kym's insides with his cryptoscopic sense.  He saw that
there was a fair amount of shit in the colon.  With his psychokinetic
ability he removed every tiny bit of shit and teleported it all into a
black hole.  He perceived that Kym had quite narrow hips under all the
fat.  He understood that with the fat all gone and with muscle added,
Kym would turn into one sexy hunk.  Kym, he saw had quite a long
rectum that would easily fit a ten-inch (25-cm) cock.  He straightened
out the small kink of the sigmoid colon between the rectum and the
descending colon.  That would allow a really big penis to reach right
up to the top of the abdomen.  Wolf had already reduced the size of
his own penis to twelve inches (30 cm) so that Kym would not be
intimidated too much by its size.  As it was, Kym had expressed
concern over its size, concern that Wolf had to soothe away with
reassuring words and mind glyphs.

Wolf hoisted up Kym's legs and started licking his anus.  Kym groaned
with delight.

"Oh that feels so fucking good.  I hope my arsehole isn't too shitty,"
Kym said between groans.

"Don't worry about it," muttered Wolf as he continued licking Kym's
anus.

He stuck his tongue up through the anus as far it could go and
squirted lots of saliva up into his rectum.  That should make it
nicely lubricated.  Kym squealed with delight.

He withdrew his tongue from Kym's arsehole and inserted a finger.  Kym
gasped when Wolf massaged his prostate.  Wolf sent many reassuring and
comforting mind glyphs into Kym's mind so that Kym would relax nicely.
He was rewarded when Kym's anus relaxed completely.

He inserted more fingers until he was able to insert his whole hand up
Kym's arsehole.  Kym gasped forcefully when Wolf cupped his prostate
with his hand and massaged it.  He was getting close to ejaculation
when Wolf locked it down.  Kym was unable to have an orgasm until Wolf
released the lock.

Wolf rolled Kym onto his side so that his back was against Wolf's
front.  Wolf removed his hand and placed his cock head against Kym's
anus.  He had switched a small force field so that his cock felt
wonderfully well-lubricated.

"Ready?" asked Wolf softly in his ear.

"Christ!  I'm as ready as I'll ever be," replied Kym a little too
loudly.

Wolf pushed gently and his cock head slid into Kym's arsehole.

"I'm in, mate," he murmured into Kym's ear.

"Jesus!  Don't stop now!  This is great," was Kym's impassioned reply.

"It will be.  That I promise you."

With gentle thrusts Wolf slid his cock up into Kym's arsehole until it
was imbedded up to its hilt.  Kym felt Wolf's pubic hairs tickling his
anus.  He groaned.

Wolf halted briefly.

"I'm all the way in," he murmured into Kym's ear.

"God Christ!  I reckon your cock's reaching up to the pit of my
stomach," said Kym.

Wolf put his hand on Kym's belly over where his cock head was.

"It sure is.  It's up to here."

Wolf released the lock on Kym's orgasm and started a steady rhythm of
thrusts up Kym's arsehole.  He sent a small stimulating electric
current into Kym's prostate while it was being massaged by the
movement of his cock past it.  At the same time he sent a series of
mind glyphs into Kym's mind enhancing his sexual excitement.  He had
taken the precaution of locking down his own orgasm.

Wolf kept on thrusting into Kym with increasing vigour and feeding
mind glyphs into Kym's mind with the effect of stoking Kym's fervour
even more.  He wrapped his big arms around Kym's body, a gesture that
Kym found profoundly comforting.

Suddenly Kym's body went rigid like the beginning of a grand mal
epileptic seizure.  Wolf kept on thrusting and Kym exploded into a
gigantic orgasmic tantrum.  Kym's whole body shuddered and shook with
the force of the orgasm.  Thick gobs of stale pale greyish-yellow
semen gushed out of his cock all over the sheet.

The huge orgasm continued on and on.  Wolf released the lock on his
own orgasm.  He thrust his cock up Kym's arse as far as it could go
and with a roar, he shot his load up into the depths of Kym's bowels.

The combined orgasms continued on and on as a great train of orgasmic
peaks stoked by the energy that Wolf was pouring into Kym.

Wolf considered switching on Kym's telepathic sense but realised that
any attempt at this stage would be premature.  Kym was not reaching
out to him with his mind.  Kym needed more fucking before he was ready
to become a telepath.

After what seemed like hours, the titanic orgasms wound down and came
to a symphonic end.  Kym lay limply in Wolf's arms.  He enjoyed the
sensation of Wolf's cock still stiff up his arse.

He turned his head and said sleepily, "Thank you.  Thank you so much.
That was fucking tremendous.  I didn't think that being fucked by
another man was so great.  It's been so long since I had anything
sexual.  It's been fucking years, so many fucking years like fucking
way too long.  And that was the biggest and best bang that I've ever
had in my life.  Thank you.  Thank you so..."

Wolf kissed him on the lips and shushed him.

Kym fell asleep in his arms.  He was blissfully at peace.



Reports emerged in astronomical scientific journals of a few small and
otherwise uninteresting middle-aged G, F and K class stars suddenly
becoming very bright and very strong gamma and X-ray emitters with
their visible spectrum shifting strongly towards ultraviolet.  The
first report was published in 1998 by Dr Austin Pierce of the
University of Texas.  He did not propose any mechanism for the
transformations.  Other reports emerged from astronomers of the same
phenomenon occurring in some nearby stars.  This phenomenon appeared
to be confined to relatively close stars within the Milky Way Galaxy.
It was never observed in other galaxies or stars in the Milky Way
Galaxy that were further away.  Astrophysicists were not able to come
up with any sort of explanation of these happenings, both of the
phenomenon itself and of its observed occurrence.

No explanation appeared in the scientific journals until Dr Richard
Kelvin published a paper in the Proceedings of The Royal Australian
Astrophysical Society in October 2001.  It caused a storm of
controversy.  The mechanism he proposed was that about 165 tonnes of
pure scandium-45 injected into the core of a star would catalyse a
runaway nuclear reaction that would cause a small star to become a
very strong emitter of gamma rays and X-rays, increase the brightness
of the star by four to six orders of magnitude (10,000 to 1,000,000
times brighter) and shift the peak of the visible spectrum to the
ultraviolet.  The same thing done to a large star would cause it to go
supernova.  A small star like our Sun, Sol, would have had its life
drastically shortened before it became a red giant and then a white
dwarf star.

If the same thing happened to Sol, the inner planets of the solar
system like Earth would have been cooked.  Under the intense
ultraviolet radiation, Earth's atmosphere would over a few days
develop poisonous quantities of ozone making it unbreathable.  The
inner planets would vaporise over decades under the intense radiation
emitted by a brutalised Sol.  It would not have been possible for any
life of any form to survive on Earth.  All the planets of the Solar
System would have been affected.  The gas giants like Jupiter and
Saturn would have had their gaseous atmospheres stripped away leaving
just small rocky cores with surfaces of molten rock.

The physics stood up under the most rigorous scrutiny from
astrophysicists and fitted the observations closely.  No other
explanation was forthcoming that was not demolished immediately.  The
standout question was how would 165 tonnes of scandium-45 get into the
core of a star.  It would have had to be pure for the reaction to
start.  Dr Kelvin did not offer an explanation but the obvious answer
was that the scandium would have been injected into the star core by
artificial means, possibly by a heavily shielded space vehicle
travelling at very close to the speed of light.  Alternatively, the
scandium could be beamed into the core by some technically highly
advanced means like those described in some science fiction stories,
means such as teleportation.  It was possible that isotopes other than
scandium-45 could be used according to Dr Kelvin's paper, isotopes
such as yttrium-89, rhenium-187 and others.  The frightening
possibility was raised in the news media that the phenomenon was being
used by an advanced space-faring civilisation as a weapon of war.  But
by whom??  That was something else for the pessimists and doomsayers
to worry about.

However, very few normal people knew that the STD sphere was in place
protecting the entire solar system or that it even existed.



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