Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 09:02:29 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: The LAB, Chapter 2: The Milking Room

This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
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The LAB, CH 2: The Milking Room, Copyright 2013 Tripp Savidge. All rights
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The LAB
Chapter 2: The Milking Room
By Tripp Savidge

Blake popped the little yellow pill and drank his water. A morning
ritual.

"You know that doesn't work on me," Joseph said as he stepped out of the
shower.

"I know, but I don't need it for you now do I?" Blake said smiling.

Blake was watching Joseph in the mirror as he began shaving. I'm going to
have to tell Max. I've held off too long already and although the medical
staff knows, I can't keep him out of the loop. Blake thought to himself
as he admired Joseph's body. Time has just flown by since Joseph came
into my life. But Max needs to know that he's continuing to change.
Blake's thought was interrupted by Joseph's very warm and hard body
pressed up against his backside. All thought totally stopped when Joseph
pulled Blake's towel away and started running his hard cock up and down
Blake's ass crack.

"Joey stop! You are not going to distract me - we can't be late, I
promised Dr. Wakahisa that we would be there on time," Blake said in
exasperation.

"I thought you liked it when I did this..."

"Joey, you know I do. You're just stalling because you don't want to go
to the milking lab."

"It was worth a try, but now you've got me all hungry again. How long do
I have to wait?" Joseph asked, wrapping his arms around Blake to start
playing with his nipples while he kissed his back and neck.

"Joey, please, please," Blake begged. "We'll do a long lunch... okay?"
Blake had put the razor down and was holding on to the counter to steady
himself as his head spun.

"Promise? Maybe an early lunch?" Joseph teased.

"Absolutely, an early lunch. I promise!" Blake responded as Joseph turned
him around.

"I got that, you promised." Joseph kissed Blake passionately then turned
to leave the bathroom, looking over his shoulder as he walked. Joseph
flexed his ass and walked provocatively from the room making sure Blake
watched every step.

Damn, damn. Blake thought to himself, trying to regain control and focus.
It is getting harder and harder to resist him and I know he isn't forcing
it.  Blake shook his head and tried to think only about getting ready.
Blake knew Joseph could make him forget about being late, or even that he
had a job at all if he wanted. That's part of what made Blake love him
all the more, Joseph would never abuse his new found abilities if he
thought it would hurt Blake. He knew something was different about six
months after the experiment; it wasn't obvious at first and seemed to
build over time. But Dr. Blake Connor couldn't consider himself much of a
research scientist if he couldn't figure out what was happening to his
own body. Joseph hadn't just imprinted on Blake, Blake had imprinted on
Joseph and now he couldn't imagine being without him, and according to
all the tests he and the other doctors had run, it would be worse than
the worst drug withdrawal.

That first discovery had led to a new drug, not yet marketed or sold. So
far only he used the little yellow pills he lovingly called 'addiction'.
Just like what Joseph produced in his own semen, 'addiction' caused
Blake's lovers to become addicted to him. He considered it a little
insurance and extra loyalty. Though to be honest, he mostly just slept
with Joseph.

But this latest change was a little scary for Blake. Up until a few
months ago, Joseph seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal as if he
was taking 'Blue', the aphrodisiac that started his change. But it was
just Joseph, always ready for sex and with a very, very high need. Now...
it was affecting Blake. If Joseph was horny and touching him, it was as
though Blake had taken some of his own drugs, he couldn't stop himself.
Fortunately, Joseph seemed to be able to turn it off, or at least down,
as quickly as he could turn Blake on.


*   Scene 2   *

Breakfast and the drive into the office were uneventful and now they were
on the way down to the milking lab. Blake was a little nervous, while he
was very comfortable in the lab and knew it would be okay, he could feel
Joseph's apprehension. They exited the elevator into the bright white
hallway, reminiscent of any large city hospital, down to the stripes on
the floor and color coded doors.

"Joseph, it will be fine. No one is being tortured in there I guarantee
it."

Joseph adjusted his tie and turned to look Blake squarely in his pretty
gray eyes. "I know you, and what you consider torture, and what I
consider torture are not always the same," he said, with a look that
dared Blake to deny it.

"You'll see," Blake said as he opened the door to usher Joseph into the
prep room.

"You'll need to change into scrubs - it's like we're going into surgery,
wash your hands and arms and use the cap too. There are lockers behind
the wall to stow your stuff," Blake said as he started getting ready.

"Okay, I've never done this so yell if I miss something," Joseph said.

"Ready? You look all set," Blake said as he led Joseph into Milking Lab
1.

The room was very bright between the white floors, walls, and ceiling and
all the shiny stainless steel. Blake noticed Joseph looking around and
could guess that he was feeling a little intimidated - the room was huge,
with a large central pit that was probably four or five feet lower than
the surrounding room. Equipment, hoses, and pipes seemed to be
everywhere.

"Welcome, welcome! Dr. Connor thank you so much for coming and you,
Joseph, this is the first time you've graced my lab. I am indeed
honored!" Dr. Wakahisa said with enthusiasm. Blake gave his best
corporate smile. Dr. Wakahisa was a strange contradiction; he was a
brilliant doctor specializing in men's reproductive systems and
especially semen production and fertility. He was also about 5'2" and
looked like a very pretty young Japanese girl with a slight build and
fine bones. It didn't help that Dr. Wakahisa also wore his shiny black
hair long and had a preference for ruffles and lace. Blake didn't mind,
Dr. Wakahisa was also a voracious bottom and very skilled with what he
had under those pink lace thongs. A smile crept over Blake's face before
returning to the moment when Joseph hit him on the arm.

"Dr. Connor, Dr. Wakahisa wanted to show us the new equipment
installation," Joseph said pointedly. Blake had the impression that
somehow Joseph knew exactly what he'd been thinking.

"Yes, yes. They are marvelous!" Dr. Wakahisa beamed. "We only have four
of the ten new machines installed but all of them will be ready by the
end of next week," Dr. Wakahisa said as he walked over to the odd looking
contraption.

Blake smiled as he looked at the set up and saw the possibilities and
could likewise tell that Joseph was confused with what was in front of
him and was trying to decipher all the moving parts, pads, and straps.
"Dr. Wakahisa, would you mind explaining the new machines to Joseph, he's
never seen them in use."

"Absolutely, what we are installing is our development after careful
research and a lot of stealing from other's designs... pulling the best
pieces and putting them together in one ultimate machine. I hope you
won't be too upset Dr. Connor but a couple of our earlier prototypes are
now in the playrooms."

"I'm sure we'll all appreciate your kind donation to the team's fun,"
Blake laughed.

"We had started with a mostly upright rack that spread-eagled the man
with arms and legs extended wide. This way we could strap him in and had
very easy access to his penis and testicles, but unfortunately, it made
it difficult to appropriately stimulate the anus and prostate. The second
machine we tried was a take on the more traditional examining table. The
subject was strapped down with his posterior at the edge of the table,
giving us easy access to penis, testicles, and anus. We could put his
legs up in the holsters and secure them in a bent straddle with feet
locked in securely; we could also adjust the arms in multiple positions.
Unfortunately, it didn't work for anal access for our more 'mature'
subjects, their testicles were in the way and they were difficult to
support. Too much strain you know. But I do hear it is very popular in
its new home!" Dr. Wakahisa chuckled.

"These are the final product, a combination of bondage wrack, and
penetration machine. The subject approaches, kneels on the padded knee
slings, then we spread them wide," he said as he demonstrated on the
machine. "The subject leans forward over the padded bar - which supports
the hips, but does not get in the way. We've also added a sling as you
can see that doesn't interfere with the erect penis, but does allow us to
wrap it under the subject, supporting the testicles... and with the
addition of this scrotum bag... provides additional stimulation."

"Sorry, I don't understand." Joseph said looking at the odd harness and
bag - a sack that really looked like an odd leather feed bag.

"Certainly, certainly. Much easier if we had someone to demonstrate. The
harness is merely to support the added weight of the testicles while the
subject is otherwise prone - can't just leave them hanging or they'd be
down into the pit before we were done. The bag goes on first, wraps
around the base of the scrotum like a ring, which we can then tighten.
But the beauty is that the bag itself has a number of air chambers and
constricting bands that can be remotely controlled. Therefore, we can
squeeze, separate, and massage the testicles during the milking process.
All controlled by the computers of course." Dr. Wakahisa looked to Joseph
questioningly to see if Joseph was following.

"Yeah, okay. I think I'm with you now. But aren't those bags awfully
large for a guy's balls?" Joseph asked incredulously.

"No, not at all for our mature milkers. A new subject, certainly," Dr.
Wakahisa said before turning back to the machine.

Joseph gave Blake an accusatory glare but said nothing more.

"As I was saying. Once the testicles are secure, the legs are securely
strapped above and below the knee - as you can see, fully supported so as
not to tire the subject. The upper torso is supported by this narrow
padded bar that is sized for the sternum and upper chest cavity without
restricting access the pectorals or nipples. The ingenious part is that
the arm supports are fully flexible; they can be at the side, down, away
from the body, in a spread eagle or straight forward... all while being
firmly secured. These last two circular collars support the neck and head
- again leaving total access."

"Dr. Wakahisa, you've shown how the subject is secured and as I seen
unable to move at all, but how does this help with your milking process?"
Blake asked.

"Oh it does! You see with this positioning, we can use the automated
penetration machine to provide anal stimulation, the sack for testicle
stimulation, we have access to the penis from the pit, so the techs can
easily attach the milking equipment and service as needed. We can attach
nipple stimulation from the pit, and we can provide nourishment and
fluids directly to the subject's oral cavity." Dr. Wakahisa paused for
breath but Joseph and Blake could tell something else was coming.

"But the best part is the new programming that Carl provided! We now use
a random pleasuring and stimulation program. As you know one of our
challenges with keeping up production is that the same stimulation
provided over and over led to desensitization to the point they
eventually stopped producing. Now, we can alter each and every
stimulation point independently and the random generator keeps it fresh.
We also modified the toys. The anal dildos now have the ability to vary
depth, force of thrust, and speed, but they also have built in movement
inside the dildo that allows them to provide all new sensations, plus
vibration and electro-stimulus. Likewise the milking tubes were changed.
We stole some of those ideas from the over the counter products. The
difference is ours have a tight suction seal and the fleshy sleeve moves
back and forth on the subject's penis inside the tube. We also added
constriction rings at intervals on the flesh like interior that the
computer squeezes or tightens depending on the program and electro-
stimulus rings on each so likewise a little zap can accompany the squeeze
and move from base to glans or vice versa."

"But how do you collect the semen?" Joseph asked looking at the large
tube with a mixture of fascination and fear.

"Of course... that is the most important part!" Dr. Wakahisa reached up
into a huge contraption hanging over the center of the pit. To Blake it
looked like an octopus created by the Borg. Dr. Wakahisa pulled down a
bright blue tube. "With this! You see this medical grade tubing is
connected into our vacuum extractor - when attached to the connector on
the milking tube..." Dr. Wakahisa unsealed one of the large tubes and
pulled off the cap attached to what appeared to be another long shiny
silver tube. "You see, the blue collection tube attaches to the lid and
therefore to the insertion tube," He said lifting up what appeared to be
a wicked looking hollow sound.

"Oh." Joseph said involuntarily putting his hand over his crotch.

"This special sound is lubricated and inserted into the subject's urethra
when the stroking tube is attached, and then the lid and vacuum extractor
tube is attached. Once we turn it on, the suction seals the stroking tube
to the body and the tube in the urethra ensures that we vacuum out the
semen without any environmental contaminates. It also lets us get every
last drop and with the new program, we can also use electro-stimulation
inside the penis!" Dr. Wakahisa said joyfully. "Our subjects have said
that if the anal stimulator is deep enough and on electro-stim at the
same time the urethra tube is using electro-stim it creates an electric
bridge inside the body that is quite exciting!"

Dr. Wakahisa moved up to the front of the station and looked around for a
bit before reaching back into the mechanical octopus.  "Ah, here's one,"
he said while pulling down a bright green tube. "These are also new,
nipple stimulation - using a vacuum seal and suction but they don't
actually take anything... yet. But they are quite arousing and are also
on the random stimulation program. The new ones are customized to each
milker. As you can see the outer suction tube is separate from the inner
clamp so we can make sure it is a perfect fit. The inner clamp is
specifically sized to the nipple's nib so it is held securely and
separately from the overall nipple and can be stimulated, shocked, pulled
etc. separately. I personally rather like these."

"Dr. Wakahisa, have you made any changes to the feeding or fluids
process?" Blake asked.

"Yes and no. We use a variety of oral stimulation devices - most of which
look like varying sizes of the male penis. It just seems to work best.
Though some milkers do prefer a mask with basic sucking tube. The others
all have an internal feeding tube to simulate ejaculation - we use
enhanced semen, adding vitamins and nutrients in a protein mixture to
keep the subjects in top condition. They learn early on that if they
don't suck, they don't eat. Doesn't take them long to catch on once
they're hungry. By the way, we are always looking for extra volunteers,
the subjects appreciate the variety. Where we haven't made progress is on
the specialized fluids needed in the testicles. When they start out, we
can give them enough in the feeding tubes, but at a certain point we
still have to do direct injections." Dr. Wakahisa shook his head looking
at the floor.

"What do you mean by direct injections?" Joseph asked.

"We use syringes to inject replacement fluids and for our most mature
milkers, it is like an IV, where we insert the small needle connected to
a tube. We do use a topical numbing agent and usually insert them when
the subject is in a heightened state of arousal," Dr. Wakahisa said as
though it was just normal business.

Blake put his hand on Joseph's shoulder. He was a little worried because
Joseph was looking rather pale. He was just about to say something when
the doors to the lab opened.

"Good morning Darryl! How are you this lovely day?" Dr. Wakahisa called.

"Great Doc but you need to hook me up fast. I'm really hurting, feels
like I'm going to explode."

Blake looked up from the pit to see the young man, waddling into the lab.
He had on a long hospital gown with a paper robe and walked like he'd
ridden a horse for days to get there. Darryl was shaved bald with a
number of very poorly done tattoos decorating his milk colored
complexion. He was in good shape other than his odd walk. Darryl had been
there almost five years. He was a skin head who had been giving some of
the younger staff a hard time and actually had gone so far as to threaten
a couple of Dr. Connor's team. When Darryl had shown up to rough up some
of the staff at a bar, Max and his team were ready and Darryl just
disappeared from the grid.

Knowing what was coming; Blake put his arm around Joseph's shoulders and
whispered in his ear. "Before you react, listen to Darryl and ask him
questions. Don't jump to conclusions."

Joseph turned his head to Blake and gave him a very skeptical look.

"Darryl, let's put you on station two. I know you like it best," Dr.
Wakahisa said. Another lab tech entered the room as Dr. Wakahisa was
helping Darryl kneel and immediately joined in helping with Darryl.

"Hey Phil," Darryl greeted.

"Morning Darryl, can I take your robe and gown for you?" Phil asked
helping him out.

Joseph gasped. Blake could understand, it was a little shocking the first
time. It wasn't that Darryl didn't have a nice body, he did. He was still
in good shape with nice form and a real nice cock... but his balls were
freakishly huge. They were now each about the size of a large cantaloupe
and he was wearing a special belt and harness that held them. Phil
attached one of the bags around those huge balls and gently secured
Darryl in the sling while removing the belt and harness he had worn in.

"God! Thanks Phil that is much better. Doc hook me up soon or you're
gonna waste my load," Darryl chided.

Blake watched with curiosity as Dr. Wakahisa deftly inserted the tube
into Darryl's urethra, sliding it in far enough that even Dr. Connor was
starting to squirm. Phil had moved around and started attaching the
nipple clamps and then the suction cups to Darryl's already hard nipples.
Dr. Wakahisa, finished securing the stroking tube and verified that
everything was sealed tight.

"So who do you want today?" Phil asked walking over to a large stainless
refrigerator.

"Justin. He's real sweet. But don't forget, if I beat my numbers again
today, you owe me a personal load - direct from the spout, no bagged
shit!" Darryl said.

"Agreed. That was our deal. I promised Darryl that he could suck a load
out of me if his production numbers increased three days in a row. You
want it warm or cold Darryl?" Phil asked holding up the large bag.

"Warm." Darryl responded. "Hey Doc, today can I have the alien dildo, the
big one? I want it big and rough."

"The modified Cyborg? Sure." Dr. Wakahisa, climbed out of the pit and
went to a large cabinet and retrieved what appeared to be a jumbo, alien
looking dildo in a sealed med bag. He changed to a new set of rubber
gloves, ripped open the seal, and then attached the dildo to the
penetration machine. Once it was secure, he generously lubed the dildo,
and then applied more to Darryl's hole.

"Isn't Justin one of Max's men?" Joseph asked Blake.

"Yes, many of the staff volunteer to provide extra semen to the lab. Some
do it just so they can use some of the latest equipment," Blake answered.

"And Phil's offer?" Joseph asked.

"Oh, let me answer Dr. Connor," Dr. Wakahisa volunteered. "The subjects
get bored with the cold, sterile automation. They consider it a wonderful
treat to actually interact with a man. So the med staff and others
volunteer to either provide an oral donation or the anal stimulation
depending on what the subject requested. Occasionally they want both.
Usually we do human interaction in Milking Room 2, we have similar
stations but without the automation, so a human can directly interact
with the subject." Dr. Wakahisa worked at the computer for a few minutes
then called out. "You ready Darryl?"

"Yeah, give it to me Doc!" Darryl closed his eyes and smiled.

Dr. Wakahisa positioned the machine, then manually directed the large
phallus into Darryl's ass, gently moving it back and forth until it was
fully inserted. He made several adjustments to the machine and threw the
switch.

"Open wide Darryl." Phil instructed. He inserted what looked like a
shortened dildo into Darryl's mouth and attached a strap around his head
that held it firmly in place.

Joseph and Blake watched as Darryl's sucking started making the bag move.

"You were hungry, weren't you?" Dr. Wakahisa commented. "Starting the
machine and program now." As he typed on the keyboard.

The evidence was immediate. Darryl's whole body stiffened - the
penetration machine was whirring and pounding his hole while his body
strained against the straps. It only took about 30 seconds before they
saw his load hitting the collection flask. Even Blake was amazed with the
copious amount of man juice Darryl was pumping out. It was like someone
had turned on the hose, the cum was splashing into the large glass
container, running down the sides.

When it seemed that the explosion had calmed and no more semen was being
extracted, the penetration machine slowly stopped and Darryl relaxed onto
the pads. He still had his eyes closed and was contentedly sucking.

"He's done for now. Phil, go ahead and start setting up number one and
three. The other boys should be here soon."

"So how long does he stay hooked up? Do you just send him back to his
room now that he already dumped his load?" Joseph asked still staring at
the collection vat.

"No, no. He'll start up again in about 12 minutes or so. It varies by
subject but Darryl easily drops a load every 15 minutes. The computer
automatically times it and will start up again. Phil, don't forget to
pull the solution tubes and get them ready, we'll have to hook Darryl up
on the next round. He blew too fast this time," Dr. Wakahisa said.

"You mean he'll do this a few times before he's done?" Joseph turned
looking up out of the pit to Dr. Wakahisa.

"Usually Darryl will finish around 5:00, he prefers about nine hours on
the machine. He says it starts to hurt if he does less. Sometimes he'll
come back in a couple times between 5:00 and the next morning 'just to
top off' as he calls it," Dr. Wakahisa said as he went back to the
computer.

"Blake, how can he do that? That's what at least 36 orgasms a day? That's
not possible."

"Well, not at first. We've found that most new subjects can start with
about four to five a day and then once we've had them on the supplements
and drugs, they gradually start increasing production and decreasing in
the time it takes to recharge. Darryl is one of the more productive and
timely donors, but then again, he's also been here longer than any of the
others." Blake left the pit and walked over to Dr. Wakahisa.

"So, what happened with Juan, Max said he passed unexpectedly last week?"
Blake asked.

"He looped. Very sad but it's the way they often go. He'd been here just
over four years and while he didn't produce as much as Darryl, his
numbers were good," Dr. Wakahisa said shaking his head.

"Dr. Connor, what does 'looped' mean?" Joseph asked as he came up beside
him.

"That's the term we use for milking subjects who get into an endless
orgasm, they loop, where one orgasm runs right into the next so it seems
that it is one continual orgasm that just doesn't stop."

"Ok, so part of me says 'cool' what a way to go and the other voice says
I'm probably missing something..." Joseph said looking at Blake then Dr.
Wakahisa.

"No, no, you're quite right. The 'loop' itself we believe to be almost
sexual nirvana; however, we've never been able to confirm since no one
has ever survived it. They orgasm and ejaculate until the body wears out.
We're not honestly sure why - doesn't matter if we keep replenishing
fluid, the orgasm just gets ahead of us and when they stop spurting
they're done. Literally," Dr. Wakahisa said in a cold clinical delivery.

"I have to ask... how long?" Joseph asked but his face clearly
communicated he didn't want to know.

"Varies according to the subject, Juan lasted 3 hours, 27 minutes and 35
seconds. Which is not unusual," Dr. Wakahisa said before being
interrupted when the lab doors opened and two more techs each ushered in
a subject in gown and robe.

"Stations one and three please," Dr. Wakahisa called out.

"Dr. Wakahisa, thank you very much for your time. You are doing exemplary
work and we really appreciate the tour and you sharing with us," Blake
said as he started leading Joseph to the exit.

"No, thank you Joseph, Dr. Connor for visiting. And don't forget, anyone
is welcome to donate at any time!"


*   Scene 3   *

"So, you doing okay?" Blake asked as he and Joseph changed out of the
scrubs.

"Yeah, I am... really. It's just a lot to take in." Joseph paused. "Part
of me is stuck on the three hour continual orgasm and well you know..."

"I'll work on it. Maybe I can at least get you to consecutive orgasms
that go on for three hours," Blake said putting his hand on Joseph's
shoulder. "I've noticed that you get it up again pretty fast anymore, I
think you might even beat Darryl's every 15 minutes?"

"I've noticed it's changing. Not sure why, but yeah it's pretty quick.
But it also means I get horny again faster. And I notice you're not
having any trouble there either. Are you taking some of the drugs and not
telling me?" Joseph asked.

"No. No drugs you don't know about." Blake put his head against the
locker. "It's you Joey... something in you is changing me. The more we
are together, the more you affect me. I've run the tests myself, when I
didn't believe what the other Doctors told me. No drugs, but my body is
acting like I've taken the whole cocktail."

"Do we need to stop? Am I hurting you?" Joseph asked, tears starting to
form in those dark brown eyes.

"God NO!" Blake pulled Joseph into his arms and held him tight. "Fucking
Never! You don't even think like that, you hear me?"

"But I don't want to be bad for you," Joseph said in a very quiet voice.

"You are perfect for me and make me better than I could ever be without
you. Stop talking nonsense. Yes my body is reacting differently, but
every one of those changes is a good thing! Who would complain about
being able to get it up again almost immediately, or having ravenous
passionate sex with the most beautiful man on earth? What's wrong with a
strong sex drive or wanting to be with your lover all the time? Men out
there would give their right arm for what I've got," Blake said still
holding tight to Joseph. "No more nonsense. We've got things to do."

Joseph pulled away and finished getting himself together. "Okay, let's
go. Max is probably already waiting for us."


*   Scene 4   *

The elevator doors opened and Blake and Joseph stepped out to find Beau
standing at attention.

"Sir. Max is in the inspection control room waiting for you," Beau said
in his usual military style.

"Thank you Beau. What brings you down here, you usually stay topside?"
Blake asked admiring the very handsome black man decked out in Max's
security uniform: a very tight white polo shirt, and just as tight black
cargo pants. The team had chosen white as most agreed wearing a red shirt
was just a bad omen. Max said he liked his men in tight clothes because
they all had great bodies and he wouldn't want anyone to miss it.

"Randy and I had to come down and deliver a few things to Max. Randy is
still with him - he asked me to wait out here to greet you and direct you
to him." Beau paused then went on. "So when you going to let me join the
'Men in Black'?"

"Joseph is the one you need to convince, well, and Max." Men in Black was
the original name Max had given to the guards who were selected to help
with Joseph. Partially because they wore black suits - then as a joke
when Max discovered Dr. Connor had a thing for black undergarments. It
actually became a contest of which guard could out-do the others. The
contest ended when Jared, the most reserved, shiest member of the
personal guard stripped off his suit one day to reveal leather wrist
restraints, ankle restraints, and a harness that disappeared into a black
leather bikini (with snaps). Blake was pretty much awestruck at that, but
when Jared removed the pouch, it revealed the harness had a large cock
and ball ring and Jared was wearing a black separator... then he turned
around to show a little rubber dog tail butt plug. If he weren't there to
take care of Joseph, Blake would have gladly taken him 10 ways to Sunday.
They all still tried to surprise Blake and Joseph now and again but
lately there hadn't been much opportunity. Now Max had simplified the
name to the 'Black Guard' - he said it was easier to say.

"So Joseph, you let me know when you want to interview me - deal? If you
give me advance notice, I'll even save up for you," Beau said with a
wink.

"Thanks Beau, I will definitely give that some thought," Joseph said with
a bright red blush.

"Thanks Beau," Blake said chuckling. What a hot fuck. Blake thought to
himself as he walked down the hall. He still remembered when they met
Beauregard DeVille. He and Max were in Rome meeting with some of their
best clients. Max had gone off to browse and Blake was sitting at a table
on the market square enjoying his gelato, when this huge, gorgeous, black
man sat down next to him. He'd lifted his sunglasses, showing his
beautiful sculpted face, accentuated by a hot mustache and beard then
said "So are you my daddy, or is the big hairy guy our daddy?" That one
question had led to Blake and Max delaying their return so they could
thoroughly interview Beau and make sure he was a real good 'fit' for the
company. He was and started two weeks later. Beau was ex-military and
just recently ex-mercenary, and very love starved - a perfect fit for the
LAB and who knows - maybe a good fit for the Black Guard.

"You know Randy has the hots for Max don't you?" Joseph asked breaking
Blake out of his reminiscing.

"No. Really?" Blake asked in disbelief. Randy was the total opposite of
Max. He was the calmest, most logical and compassionate member of the
team. If there was ever a true disaster, Randy was the one that Blake
wanted in the center of things. He was level headed and brought calm and
order. Even physically, they were opposites. They shared the same massive
size and muscles but Randy was a strawberry blond ginger, with pale milk
white skin and a very smooth body, he even shaved his pubes because he
said it just make him look 'fuzzy'.

"Seriously. He's totally hot for our hairy man," Joseph laughed. "You
seriously didn't know? You need to be more observant. I have also noticed
Max, admiring Randy's assets more than once when he didn't think anyone
would notice. Far as I can tell it's 'mutual lust'."

Blake was stunned. He was normally good at watching the team members and
seeing what was happening. Maybe he needed a vacation. Blake opened the
door to the control room and gestured for Joseph to go in first. They
found Max and Randy still reviewing something on Randy's tablet.

"Thanks Randy, hold one minute and let's confirm with Dr. Connor," Max
said turning to Blake.

"Blake, just a quick update. David was hired into the medical unit at the
state pen and Amanda is on a final call back for stenographer in the
judge's office. You still want to proceed, nothing's changed right?" Max
asked.

"No, nothing's changed. Judge Stewart is going down, he just doesn't know
it yet. Michael turns 18 in a few months at which point Judge Stewart
pays for taking my son. No mercy," Blake said his whole body stiff with
anger.

"Thanks Randy, have them move forward. Also check in with Tyler and get
an update on Michael," Blake said as he walked Randy to the door.

"So you ready boss?" Max asked.

"Yeah, what do you have for us Max?"

"Carl and his team are still wrapping up some of the reports so I thought
we'd start with our three oddballs," Max said grabbing his iPad off the
counter.

"Three? Thought you said yesterday we had four 'oddities'?"

"True, but the assistant coach is so close to the rest of the subjects in
age and as I said before - damn near perfect, I've just had Carl group
him with the others," Max said flipping through screens.

"I thought we'd start with the Coach - Scott Davis, age 39. He's secured
in Inspection Room 1, but it took some doing. I've got two guys in the
infirmary being patched up from this guy's antics."

"Do we need to just cut our losses and exterminate?" Blake asked with a
look of concern.

"Nah, not yet. I want you and Joseph to take a look first. If there is
any way we can salvage him, I'd like to. He's good looking, great shape,
great parts. We have him blindfolded, gagged, and put in ear plugs. He
still has the collar but doesn't seem to mind it much until he's
unconscious. We locked both wrists and ankles, so he's not going anywhere
or causing any more problems," Max said.

"How did he test?" Blake asked.

"Came through all the medical tests with great results. Healthy as an ox,
no issues. Many of the psychological tests were a bust, couldn't get him
to cooperate at all. On the passive tests, we'd label him as straight;
however, on the physical tests his body sold him out. No perceptible
difference," Max said handing the tablet to Blake.

"I'm not really concerned what he thinks or feels if we can make the body
do what we want," Blake said declining to look at the report himself.
"Any recommendations on where you think we could use him?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't. Usually we use the psychological tests but
without them, I'm at a loss," Max said shaking his head. "Maybe Joseph
will get a read on him... he validated the last tests, maybe he can sub
for them?"

"I can try, but I don't know how it will work," Joseph said looking to
Blake for confirmation.
"Worth a try. But we've also got to figure out some way to bring him in
line. Let's go see what we've got."

Blake slipped on his lab coat and had Joseph put on scrubs before going
into the room. Max joined them as well. Coach Scott, was spread eagle,
hanging in the center of the room, his wrists securely fastened to a bar
above his head and his angles tied to the floor bar. He was stark naked,
the only accessories besides his bonds and shock collar, were the
blindfold, ball gag, and earplugs.

"Very nice!" Blake said quietly admiring the muscular body. "Muscular ass
and legs, nice round buttocks, nice amount of body hair, good looking.
Joseph?"
"Yeah, I agree. It would be a shame to have to put him down. Some of our
guards would especially enjoy him," Joseph said walking around Coach
Davis. "They like a little bit more manly man in their fuck."

"Did you check stimulation Max?" Blake asked, still keeping his voice
low.

"Yes, but thought you'd want to verify for yourself," Max responded.

Blake stood in front of Coach Scott and blew a soft puff of air across
his nipples. Coach writhed and tried to pull at the restraints. Blake
reached up his hands and pinched both Coach's nipples at the same time,
pulling them away from his body. Again he squirmed and writhed and some
odd sounds came from around the ball gag. "Interesting," Blake said.

"You certainly got his attention," Joseph said pointing to Coach's cock
which had grown substantially after the nipple pull. "That's a good sign,
means they're hard wired to his cock. But not so sensitive that we can
give him a nipple orgasm."

"True, those guys are hard to find," Blake said as he moved over to the
table of tools.

"What do you think Joseph? This one?" Blake asked holding up a flexible
tube with a ring on one end and a small silver egg shape on the other.

"Certainly will be a quick test of his body's likes, whether or not he's
keen on the idea," Joseph said with a smile. "And not large enough to
change later enjoyment."

"Max, grab that lube for me would you? Joseph, can you get the electro-
stim unit controller out of the cabinet. Wires should be there too,"
Blake said as he walked behind the coach.

"This is going to be fun." Blake put on rubber gloves then started
applying the lube liberally to the silver egg. "Joseph, can you attach
the wires, my hands are a bit messy. What do you think? Start with
vibration then add shock or vice versa?"

"Yeah, insertion, vibration then pulsing shock," Joseph said.

"I think you should have used the big one," Max said from the other side
of the room.

"No, not yet. Wouldn't want to waste a tight hole if we don't have to. I
assume you checked, he cherry?"

"Oh yeah. Couldn't get a pencil in that pussy."

"We'll fix that," Blake responded laughing.

"Joseph, you stand in front and see what we get." Blake took a little
more lube and spread Coach's cheeks, finding the tight little hole to
apply it. "Damn, you're right he is a tight one. On the count of three.
One... two... three..." Blake pushed the egg in Coach Davis' ass in one
swift movement. Coach tried to move away, tried to lift, turn, anything
to get away from that intrusion but it was too late.

"Damn, he's hard now Blake. Hard as a rock. It actually started as soon
as you touched his ass, pretty hard when you touched his hole, then full
blown hard on with insertion," Joseph reported.

"Just like you said Max, his body betrays him. It knows what it wants
even if his head disagrees," Blake said chuckling. "Let's add some
vibration." Blake turned on the egg's vibrator.

The reaction was almost immediate - Coach Davis was pulling, flexing, all
of his muscles trying to get free. Obviously trying to yell or curse past
the gag.

"Let's start the juice flowing," Blake said as he turned up the TEMS.

"Think you've hit payload Blake. He's positively pouring out the pre-
cum," Joseph said.

"Time to check him Joseph - you're call on how," Blake directed.

The last time Joseph had done this, he'd just touched the subject on the
arm, but looking at the coach and his hard dripping cock, Joseph decided
to try something a little more invasive. He started by running his finger
from the base, up along the bottom of the Coach's cock, making him squirm
even harder. Then he kneeled down and took the head of his cock into his
mouth and sucked the pre-cum out of his slit and slurped up what had been
dripping. The Coach was going positively crazy at first trying to get
away and with the next pulse trying to get more of his cock in Joseph's
mouth.

Joseph pulled back; leaving the Coach trying vainly to push is cock back
into that hot mouth. Then stood up and walked behind to stand next to
Blake. "Look at him squirm Blake, you're driving him freaking nuts."

"My thought exactly," Blake said and without another word, gripped the
loop and pulled the egg out with one swift, hard tug. Now Coach Scott was
trying to push his ass back to find that sensation that was so brutally
removed.

Blake dropped the used plug on the cart to be sterilized and stripped off
his gloves before walking over to the cabinet again. "Perfect," Blake
said, turning and handing Max a new med bag. "Leave him to hang for a
bit, no stimulation. When he gets soft enough, put this on him."

"What are you thinking Blake?" Max asked.

"First, let's hear from Joseph - any thoughts on our pretty man?"

"Whatever you do, you're going to have to break him first. He's too
stubborn and pig headed, as Max has already seen to be cooperative
beforehand. If you can do that, he'll be a great bottom and a decent top
when needed. But if you can train his bottom right, he'll be your willing
slave," Joseph said smiling.

"Guess I've been doing this too long. That was exactly what I expected
you to say. Doubt he even knew his ass was so sensitive or hungry. What a
waste. Once he's soft enough and Max can get the cock lock on him, we'll
start building up some sexual frustration. The one I picked has an anal
stimulator, so every move, every deep breath is going to give that tight
ass a little tug and his big cock is locked up tight so he can't do
anything about it."

"What about our attitude problem?" Max asked.

"Let me think on that, I feel like the solution is bouncing around in my
head and I just can't catch it. What's next?"

"We put the other two in exam rooms. No restraints or collars - as far as
they're concerned, they are in the hospital for tests. They don't know
why or what for and as you'd expect both are nervous. I thought we'd
start with William Davis, or 'Billy', he is Coach Scott's son. I've got
your ear pieces so you can communicate directly with Carl. He's got all
the tests and details in front of him," Max said.

Blake gently knocked on the bright green door. He had added a name badge
as had Joseph and looked like your typical medical team.

"Come in." sounded from the other side of the door.

"Good morning Billy. I'm Dr. Connor and this is my assistant Joseph. How
are you feeling today?" Blake asked entering the room. Billy was seated
on the examining table wrapping his hospital gown tightly around his
middle. Decent looking young man, even if he was on the pudgy side. Good
bright eyes, nice brown curly hair, good teeth, complexion needed some
attention... Blake thought to himself giving Billy an initial once over.

"Am I going to be okay? Do you know where my Dad is? Why hasn't he been
to see me? What's wrong with me?" The questions tumbled out of Billy.

Blake smiled and was immediately struck with inspiration. "You're going
to be just fine. But to make sure, you need to follow your doctor's
instructions and do what the nurses tell you, okay? We just need to do a
few more tests to make sure everything is as it should be."

"So I'm going to be okay?" Billy asked with concern.

"We certainly hope so Billy. Now don't be nervous... see this earpiece?
While I do your exam, I am talking to the department head who has all of
your tests results, that way he can tell me what we already know. Okay?"

"Carl, we're with Billy now," Blake said turning on his earpiece.

["Good morning Dr. Connor, Joseph, always a pleasure with you two."]
Carl's voice rumbled in their ears. Carl was a deep baritone and as far
as Blake was concerned had one of the sexiest bedroom voices he'd ever
heard. Just the sound sent chills to all his nethers.

"Doctor, please do a high level recap so we can begin the exam," Blake
said.

["William Davis, son of Coach Scott Davis, a Senior in High School,
average student, non-existent social life, some club involvement but not
on the football team. School rules prohibit teachers or coaches having
direct interaction with their own offspring or those in their custody
while in a professional capacity. Parents divorced, mother is not part of
the scene. No siblings. No drug usage, all medical tests came back clean,
other than poor diet and being overweight, no health issues. Do you want
psychological test reports?"]

"Not yet, any heredity issues we need to look for?" Blake asked.

Blake was answered with a deep rumbling chuckle. ["Got it sir, he's a
daddy's boy, worships the ground he walks on but unfortunately can't seem
to make him happy. It has been noted in the school file several times
that there are issues. Coach Scott Davis does appear to be very
protective of the boy even if not happy with how he is turning out. No
record or evidence of any other blood relative being involved."]

"Perfect Carl, that's exactly what I needed, stand by."

"You ready Billy? We'll start checking things out. Joseph, can you please
help Billy untie his gown and remove it. Thank you. Billy, please lie
back and I'll pull out the stirrups," Blake said, adjusting the foot
stirrups and lifting Billy's legs and spreading them wide. Joseph stood
by Billy's head, providing encouragement and instruction on how to move
to help Dr. Connor.

"Billy, I'm going to strap your ankles into the stirrups and Joseph is
going to put the waist strap over your abdomen so you don't endanger
yourself or roll off the exam table." Now with Billy spread eagle on the
table, Blake got a good look at what he had to deal with. Max had summed
it up well. He had a good structure, decent bush, good balls, tight sweet
little pink hole and guessing a grower, not a shower. Billy didn't have
much showing at the moment, but Blake clearly remembered Max saying he
was sizeable - and given the father was also a grower, that was likely.

Blake put on rubber gloves then moved up to look at Billy's upper body,
nice pink sizable nipples, again good structure.

"Is everything all right Dr. Connor? You look concerned," Billy asked
hesitantly.

"That's what we're checking Billy. Are your nipples overly sensitive
Billy? Joseph, hand me that lotion please." Blake applied some
lubricating lotion on his fingers then rubbed each nipple firmly. They
perked up immediately becoming hard and firm.

"No," Billy said breathing hard.

"Good, good. I'm going to apply some pressure, just try to breathe
normally, deep breaths," Blake instructed as he started running his hands
down Billy's stomach and groin just stopping at his pubic hair. Billy's
cock had grown noticeably with the attention. Blake moved to the bottom
of the exam table and started working Billy's inner thighs, watching
Billy's cock grow to the hard, stiff 8 1/2 inches Max had reported.

"So Billy, how many girls have you entertained with this nice dick you
have?"

"Goodness, none sir," Billy answered in disbelief.

"None, you mean you haven't been using this beast to make girls happy?"
Blake asked.

"No sir, never," Billy stated emphatically.

"Do you let them touch it, maybe lick it?" Blake asked as he reached out
and ran his finger up the root of Billy's stiff cock.

"No, sir. Never - not even look at it," Billy said short of breath.

"That's too bad Billy. You let any of your guy friends touch it?" Blake
asked as he wrapped his hand around the root of Billy's cock and began
stroking up and down.

"No sir, no one except the doctors have ever touched it since dad stopped
giving me baths." Billy was having trouble responding, his breath
catching every few words.

"That's just awful Billy, so that means no one ever touched your boy
pussy either?"

"Noooo, sir. I've neverrrr." Billy responded squirming on the bed as much
as the restraints would allow.

"Do you take care of yourself Billy? You know, jack off?" Blake asked
releasing Billy and walking back up to stand beside him.

"Not very often sir, Dad said if ever caught me touching myself, he'd
give me a whooping."

"Why Billy, that's just awful. It's very normal and natural for you to
pleasure yourself and for you to have had physical relations with others
by this age. Would you like Joseph to show you what it could be like
while I check in with Carl?" Blake asked.

"No! That wouldn't be right sir. Daddy would beat me."

Blake winked at Joseph and pretended he hadn't heard as he started
talking to Carl again. Meanwhile, Joseph put on rubber gloves moved to
the bottom of the bed and resumed the stroking session where Blake had
left off. Except that Joseph lubed his other hand and started rubbing and
teasing Billy's hole at the same time.

"Carl, what was the psychological report for Billy?" Blake asked.

["Billy has some daddy issues as you've seen already, nothing to make him
unstable just more baggage than the kid needs and a high level of
insecurity and self-doubt. Nothing some counseling and attention can't
fix according to Dr. Blythe. He is otherwise a pretty normal guy for his
age. On the sexual tests, he came out pretty strong on the gay side, with
a strong preference for 'older' men. None of the fetish stuff registered
for him. But older, strong men gave him an instant boner. Using the non-
technical description."] Carl rumbled.

"Please stop sir, I can't hold back much more," Billy begged.

"Continue Joseph, you know what to do," Blake said.

Joseph smiled at Blake, leaned forward and went down on Billy, taking his
hard, ripe cock all the way down his throat, while simultaneously,
sliding his finger deep in Billy's hole. In seconds, before Joseph had
stroked him with his tongue more than half a dozen times, Billy exploded
and screamed, pulling at the restraints trying to rise right off the bed.
Joseph kept sucking taking all of Billy's hot load. Joseph gently
withdrew, licking a couple of escaping drips and removing his finger from
Billy's tight hole.

"See Billy, that's what you've been missing," Blake said putting his hand
on Billy's heaving chest.

"Why am I here sir, why hasn't my dad come to see me?" Billy asked.

"Billy, I don't really think you want the answer to that question. Let's
just focus on what we need to do," Blake responded.

"Please sir, please tell me."

"Are you sure Billy? It isn't going to make you happy," Blake responded
with over the top compassion.

"Yes, please."

"What's the last thing you remember before the hospital?" Blake asked in
a serious tone.

"We were on the bus coming back from the game. Everyone was excited and
celebrating our win. Dad was so happy and was even being nice to me...
and then I woke up here."

"I am sorry Billy," Blake gave dramatic pause. "But, your dad sold you
and the team members on the bus."

"That's ridiculous!" Billy exclaimed.

"I'm sorry Billy but it's true. That's why we had to do all the tests,
make sure you were clean, no diseases, that you were still a virgin.
You're worth more that way you know..."

"No, you're lying."

"Sorry Billy, I'm not. Your dad found out... you know... about you being
gay."

"He couldn't, no one knows! I've never told anyone, never done
anything... how could he?" Billy said his voice trailing off.

Blake stood back and waited, watching Billy process, letting the
connections take hold. The tears started rolling down Billy's cheeks.

"Don't worry Billy; we'll take care of you. It will be alright," Blake
said reassuringly. He then got up, signaled Joseph and led him out of the
exam room.


*   Scene 5   *

"I'm guessing you have a plan. That was a little cold, even for you,"
Joseph said accusingly.

"Yes and unfortunately necessary. We have to break the bond with his dad
so Billy can heal and be a useful subject. It also gave me the key to
Coach Scott Davis - we use Billy to break him. He may be a rotten father
but all the data leads me to believe he absolutely loves the kid and will
do anything for him. We use that. Actually we may do something similar
with the rest of the team - you know 'the enemy of my enemy is my
friend'," Blake said walking over to the nurses' station where Max was
waiting.

"Go ahead and get Billy cleaned up and take him back to his room," Blake
instructed the nurse at the desk. "Max, you going to take us to
Benjamin?"

"You bet, but first I think you ought to get Carl's update. Then go in to
see Ben," Max said as he walked them down the hall.

"Carl - your back on point, what do you have for us on Ben?" Blake asked.

["Let's start right off with the biggest news Dr. Connor, from all the
tests and what we believe took place with Joseph, we think Benjamin is
another 'Beta'. The body chemistry is a match and it appears there was a
common ancestry. In other words, they're related with similar DNA."] Carl
explained.

"Damn, that is big news. Okay, you've peaked my curiosity, give us the
rest," Blake responded reaching out and putting his hand on Joseph's
shoulder as they listened. While Blake listened Max mouthed "Mine!"
pointing to his chest.

["Benjamin and the subject Brice are brothers, Benjamin is a junior and
was on the bus because he goes where Brice goes. Their parents are
deceased, and their guardian is a paternal grandfather. The brothers are
very close. Brice is about 14 months older than Benjamin. The medical
tests came back text-book perfect. He is in excellent condition, very fit
as you'll soon see. Though not part of the football team, he has been
very active in track, volleyball, and martial arts. He's an advanced
placement scholar, top of his class and had planned on going into the
medical field. The psychological tests also came back well, he's
balanced, good self-image, and absolutely committed to his brother. Not
much emotional connection to the guardian for either of them. Honestly
Dr. Connor, he's almost too good for a test subject."] Carl said.

"It happens, sad, but a bit late now. Where did he come out on attraction
or orientation?"

Carl laughed, the deep sound sending chills down Blake's spine. ["I kid
you not, that kid would fuck anything that shows signs of life. Every
test Dr. Blythe took him through, that kid threw a boner, men, women,
boys, older men, fetish; if someone was getting off he was along for the
ride. Dr. Blythe would prefer that I said he was bi-sexual with no
statistically significant preference for the male or female gender and no
perceptible preference on subject age."] Carl laughed again. ["But
wait...while all of this seems to get our boy hot and ready, he says he
has never dated, touched or been intimate with another person. We can say
he certainly believes that to be true and the medical exam backs him up
at least on anal penetration. We just can't for the life of us figure out
how or why. I know you haven't seen him yet but it defies all common
sense."]

"That does sound odd. Do you have the brother's tests compiled? Are they
similar?" Blake asked.

["Not all the psychological stuff is entered yet; however, we know the
body chemistry for Brice is different. DNA is similar of course. Dr.
Blythe has entered the summary which would indicate Brice is mostly
straight and a bit homophobic. I say mostly because he did show arousal
to good looking men. But in the interview, language and attitude
indicated strong repression - a common theme with this whole take of
subjects. Also Dr. Blythe did describe Brice as a man-whore. Sorry,
nothing else in the summary."] Carl said.

"So, no clear answer. Guess that means Joseph and I will have to do some
digging," Blake said. They had reached the exam room and were waiting
outside.

"You ready Joseph, Max? Wait," Blake said holding up a hand. "Joseph, you
never said what you got from Billy. Sorry but I got caught up in his
little show and totally forgot."

"Nothing different than what the tests showed or I would have spoken up.
He's still young enough that any sex would be good sex for him; however,
he definitely prefers older men and like his dad, has an especially
sensitive prostate and man hole. The difference is that he is a little
more balanced in his need and wouldn't do well as solely a bottom,"
Joseph said finishing with a shrug.

"Good. So far you've been 100% on target with the tests. Let's see what
we find with Ben," Blake said softly knocking on the door.

"Yeah?" Came the voice from the other side of the door.

"Good morning Benjamin, I'm Dr. Connor and this is my assistant Joseph.
The large scary man is Max, he's from Social Services - making sure you
are being well taken care of."

Oh my god! Blake thought to himself. He looked at Joseph and could see
the same appreciation in Joseph's eyes. Ben is beautiful. He was on the
examining table with his knees pulled up under his chin, holding them
tight with arms clasped at his ankles. Sadly most of his body is hidden
by the green hospital gown. But the face and those eyes, wow. He had
blond hair, with a little curl, golden skin, bright intelligent blue
eyes, full lips, perfect white teeth.

"Am I going to be okay doc?" Ben asked looking up with a face that looked
younger than his years.

"Absolutely and we're here to make sure. Are you having any pain or
discomfort Ben - may I call you Ben? Or do you prefer Benjamin?" Blake
asked walking up beside Ben.

"'Ben' is fine. No, no pains. I'm really not sure why I'm here or where I
am..."

"I'm sorry Ben. What do you remember last before being in the hospital?"
Blake asked with concern.

"We were on the bus coming back from the game. Coach had the team all
worked up over the win and everyone was yelling and jumping around. I
remember I went to the front of the bus so I didn't get roughed up. I
remember talking to the driver then getting really sleepy and trying to
get comfortable with all the noise. Then I was here."

"There was an accident Ben, a bad accident..." Blake was interrupted by
Ben.

"Brice! Brice? Is Brice okay, I need to see Brice!" Ben said in a
panicked state, climbing off the table.

"Ben, relax, sit down, Brice is fine," Blake said taking hold of Ben's
shoulders and guiding him back to the exam table.

"He's okay? Honest?" Ben asked with concern.

"Yes, absolutely. He's going through the same tests that you are. Once we
make sure you are both in tip top shape, we'll make sure you see him,
okay?"

Ben visibly relaxed, the tension from moments before leaving his body.

"Can we get started Ben?" Blake asked.

"Yeah sure, what do I need to do?"

"Joseph is going to help remove your gown and then I'm going to examine
you. That's it, now lay back. Now see these stirrups? When I get them in
place I want you to place one foot up in each. Yes perfect."

"I've never had doctors as good looking as you Dr. Connor. All the staff
here is so built, not even like what you see on TV." Ben chattered as
Blake started pressing on his chest and stomach.

"We're very committed to healthy lifestyles and exercise. Working out in
the gym is actually required of every employee. Now tell me if you feel
any discomfort or pain when I press." Blake was struggling with his own
concentration. Ben's body was as beautiful as his face, smooth and
ripped, large areola with nicely sized firm nipples, surprisingly a dark
brown bush surrounding an absolutely beautiful straight golden cock,
smooth and thick with a nicely shaped head - now firmly erect. Blake's
hand moved down to the lower abdomen, just brushing against his thick
brown bush. Ben began to writhe a little, his cock bobbing in the air as
he moved his hips. "No discomfort?"

"No sir, I'm sorry I got hard. I'm not used to being touched so close to
my junk," Ben said embarrassed.

"Not a problem at all. It's very normal and actually lets me know things
are working the way they should. I forgot to ask, are your nipples
sensitive, any pain?"

"Not that I've noticed," Ben said.

Joseph applied some cream to Blake's rubber gloved fingers. Blake started
rubbing Ben's nipples - already hard, Ben started writhing more and small
sounds were escaping - though it was obvious he was trying to be silent.

"Ben, did that hurt?" Blake asked with a tone of concern.

"God no! I never felt that before, no one ever touched them like that,"
Ben said, his breath catching. Blake looked up to see Joseph's smile.

"Now Ben I need you to relax and breathe deeply while I check out your
'junk' okay? While I do that, Joseph is going to massage your chest to
help you relax."

Joseph put on rubber gloves and applied lotion to Ben's chest then
started working it in, giving special attention to Ben's nipples.
Meanwhile, Blake had moved to the bottom of the exam table and was gently
touching and squeezing Ben's erect cock. Ben was audibly moaning by this
time. Blake worked up and started massaging the glans while the other
hand stroked. Ben was squirming and moaning.

"Does this hurt Ben? Can I continue?"

"No, no hurt, please don't stop!" Ben cried between breaths.

Blake continued to stroke while he applied some lube to his hand and
Ben's tight pink hole. He gently rubbed, sliding in the tip of his
finger.

"Yes, more! MORE!" Ben cried.

Blake slid the rest of his finger into Ben's tight pussy. He had just
found his prostate when Ben exploded shooting so hard and fast he hit the
ceiling and Joseph with his load.

"Oh my god, that was like wow..." Ben said panting.

"Good Ben, it's supposed to be. I'm glad everything is working so well.
That's what we needed to verify."

Joseph was wiping the cum off his face and smock, licking his fingers
savoring the taste of Ben.

"Joseph... do you want to help Ben clean up?" Blake asked seeing the
rapture on Joseph's face.

"Yes please." Joseph said as he moved down to Ben's stomach and started
licking the spilled cream from his body. When there was no evidence left
on Ben's chest or stomach, Joseph moved to Ben's crotch, taking his still
hard cock in his mouth and sucking, licking, taking every vestige of his
hot boy cum. Ben was panting and moaning again from Joseph's attention.

Blake was enjoying the show, seeing Joseph so hot and with Ben who was
equally hot AND naked was just about enough to make him shoot his own
load. Max interrupted his thoughts.

"Dr. Connor, I can't take much more without fucking someone so can we
wrap this up?" Max whispered.

"You doing okay Ben? Here, why don't you put your gown back on. Just a
couple more questions," Blake said moving back up beside Ben.

"Yeah, I'm great sir," Ben panted.

"So, have you ever been intimate with a girl Ben?

"No sir."

"Have you ever been intimate with a boy?"

"Oh, goodness no sir. Brice would blow a gasket."

"But you like the feeling and you are very attractive, how have you never
been in a situation where it didn't just happen?"

"It's hard to explain. I haven't found anyone who I was that interested
in that wasn't just trying to use me to get to Brice," Ben said looking
down at the floor.

"I'm sorry Ben, but it is going to get better, promise," Blake said,
putting his hand on Ben's shoulder. "The nurse will be back in a minute
to take you to your room."

"When do I get to see Brice?" Ben asked looking up with sad eyes.

"Soon Ben, real soon," Blake answered.

"Dr. Connor, could I see you outside please?" Max asked as he guided
Joseph out into the hall.

Blake closed the door. "What is it Max?"

"You need to look at Joseph... something's not right. Look at his eyes."

"Joseph, you okay?" Blake asked lifting Joseph's chin so he could look at
him. "Shit."

"Blake, I need you... now," Joseph said, his eyes dilated so wide the
iris was almost non-existent.

"Sure baby, come with me," Blake said guiding Joseph to the men's room.
"Max give us a few, would you?"

"No problem, I'll watch the door," Max said, a worried look marring his
handsome face.

They entered the men's room and Blake took off his lab coat and put it on
the hook. He was just about to turn, when Joseph's arms wrapped around
him and started unfastening his belt.

"Slow down tiger. We'll get there," Blake said moving Joseph farther into
the restroom. He managed to unfasten his pants and Joseph's hands were
all over him, turning him so he was facing the mirror over the sinks.
Pushed up against the counter, Blake couldn't move. Joseph's hands were
inside his underwear, groping, grabbing his now hard cock. At some point
Joseph had managed to shed his own clothes. How he had done that Blake
had no clue. He knew his briefs were frustrating Joseph but he wasn't
able to let go of the counter long enough to help...rrripp...and he felt
Joseph's hard wet cock sliding up and down his crack. His underwear now
in tatters on the floor.

"Joey, you're being a little rough, slow it ...uuuughhh!" Joseph was
inside him thrusting hard. His hand up under Blake's shirt ravaging his
nipples while the other hand stroked him. Blake was caught up in the
sensation. Joseph had never taken him like this, the heat, the need, and
the savagery of his thrusting was making him so hot. He wanted Joseph so
badly. Joseph was pounding his ass, driving him into the counter with
each forceful thrust, harder and deeper with each penetration. Blake felt
his head swimming, totally lost in the sensation of the hard cock inside
his body. It was wonderful. He was pushing back, squeezing, trying to
meet Joseph's pounding thrusts. Crashhh...sound briefly interrupting the
sensation but then it faded just as quickly. He never wanted Joseph to
stop, it felt so good. Uuughhh sounded over and over again in Blake's
mind. He wanted it to stop. Then he felt his orgasm building, Joseph was
stroking him so hard ...ugggh Blake erupted, shooting stream after stream
of hot cum. Thwak... thwak... thwak, he liked that sound, it went with
the good feeling. The feeling changed, wet and slippery but still so
good, he didn't want it to stop... and then again thwak... thwak...
thwak. Oh he liked that sound.

{"Black Guard, Medical Level 3 - Men's Room STAT!  Beau, Randy get down
to Medical Level 3 Men's Room STAT!"}

Why won't those voices stop? Blake wondered. He wanted them to go away.
He felt so good, so full. Joseph was stroking him again - he hoped he'd
cum soon, it felt so good. Thwak... thwak... thwak... Joseph felt good
slamming inside his body.

{"Beau, Randy stand guard. Jared, you and Chris help disengage Joseph.
Stephen and Craig - clear a path and help them get Joseph up to Dr.
Connor's private rooms."}

{But sir, Joseph...will he be okay, what do we do? Did you see his eyes?}

{Jared, get a hold of yourself! You know exactly what to do. Same as
before, one of you with Joseph, one on guard. Take care of him then
switch. We got through this once, we can do it again. Now move!}

Please make the voices stop! Blake screamed in his mind. He was about to
cum again; he could feel it building so close... And then Joseph was
gone, no warm feeling, no sense of being full, none of his touch.

"Joey!!!!" Blake screamed. "Joey don't leave me, don't leave me Joey!"
Blake slid to the floor, he couldn't see. He was so cold and Joey was
gone. Strong hands were gripping him, shaking him.

"Blake! Blake! Dr. Connor! Can you hear me?" Max yelled.

"Make the voices stop Joey, it hurts," Blake rasped, his head hurt, he
couldn't see, he was so cold.

"Blake, come back to me buddy, you can do it," Max repeated as he wrapped
his arms around Blake, holding him tightly his lap.

"Max?" Blake said in a small voice.

"That's it buddy, you can do it. Come back to me...you're going to be
okay."

"Max! Joey's gone! My Joey's gone!" Blake screamed.

"No Blake, Joseph didn't leave you. Come on back to me Blake," Max
coaxed.

Blake felt like he was swimming in deep, dark waters trying to get to the
surface. He could hear Max and knew Max was his friend. He was trying to
get to him.

"Thank God!" Max exclaimed holding Blake tight. "He's back guys. Give me
a few minutes and make sure one of the doctor's is ready to take care of
Dr. Connor."

"Welcome back," Max said gently to Blake.

"God Max, what happened? I can't see and I'm so cold," Blake responded in
a weak voice.

"You went a little wild on us buddy. But you're back now and we'll get
everything fixed up right in no time. You can't see because your face is
covered in blood," Max said.

"Help me up Max." Max helped Blake stand and grabbed some towels to wipe
enough blood from his eyes so that he could see.

"Be careful Blake, there's broken glass from the mirror all over the
counter," Max cautioned.

"How'd that happen?" Blake asked.

"You broke it with your head shit-for-brains!" Max scolded.

"Joseph? Is he okay, what happened? Where is he?" Blake asked in panic.
Tears were rolling down his face.

"The boys took him up to your private rooms. He wasn't feeling himself,"
Max said cautiously. He looked Blake over - as far as he could tell it
was just cuts to his scalp and forehead, everything else looked okay;
however, there were already bruises forming on his thighs and hips from
the counter. Better get him a robe or some clothes. Can't have him
walking around naked in nothing but a blood covered shirt and tie. Max
thought.

"Please Max, I need Joseph now," Blake pleaded.

"No, buddy, right now you need to go to get yourself patched up, and then
you can see Joseph."

"Please Max!" Blake said tears still making odd runs in the blood caked
on his face.

"God Blake, who'd have thought that a hot piece of ass would turn the
coldest most calculating bastard I know into a quivering emotional lump
of Jell-O," Max joked.

"You fucking bitch! Joseph is NOT A PIECE OF ASS!!!" Blake shouted,
grabbing Max's tie and pulling his face toward him.

"NO! Until you take me back to your bed and use my ass like your bitch,"
Max blared, taking both Blake's wrists and pinning him up against the
wall, his body pressed so close that his own significant bulge was
grinding Blake's stiff cock against his stomach. His face so close, he
was practically shouting into Blake's mouth. YOU... DO... NOT... GET...
TO... CALL ME THAT!" Max closed the distance and kissed Blake savagely.
He pulled back, still grinding his hard bulge against Blake and licked
across his chin, then his cheek. "Tangy... I like your cum better. But if
blood is all you'll give me, then I'll take it," Max said still pressed
close.

"God, I'm so sorry Max." Blake melted into Max. "I never meant to ignore
you. So sorry..."

"Good. Now we have some rational thought back. What do you say about
getting yourself patched up then we can see what to do about Joseph?" Max
said, gently letting Blake stand on his own.

"But Joseph..." Blake started.

"Is in the hands of men who would die for him. We all love Joseph Blake.
We will take care of him until you get there. Just like before. My god,
if you could have seen their faces. Jared was in tears. Jared - the
trained assassin, the deadliest man on our team, an expert on every
weapon known to man, in tears!" Max said still in disbelief.

The door opened and Randy handed in a pair of scrubs.

"Thanks Randy. Here Blake, let's get you presentable so we don't start an
all out panic." Max grabbed a couple more towels and ran them in cold
water and started cleaning off the worst of the blood. "Much better, but
I think you need a few stitches." Max said as he guided Blake out the
door.

END Chapter 2


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