The LAB: , Perks

This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of explicit gay sex with a strong authoritarian theme. Some chapters may contain bondage, edging, incest, violence, or other adult/fetish themes. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is coincidental. If you are not of the legal age to read adult stories, or are uncomfortable with gay themes, please stop reading now and close this document.

The LAB, CH 29: Unexpected, Copyright 2022 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without the express permission of the author.

The LAB Chapter 29: Unexpected By Tripp Savidge

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 1

"Good morning, fiance." Joseph stepped up behind Blake and kissed his cheek while his hand slid over his ass and down his crack to press against his taint. "Mm... want in here again."

Blake felt the heat rush to his face, remembering the night before.

"Come on, guys, not around the food." Michael joined them and sat on one of the bar stools.

"Oh, chill. Like you won't be fucking Jose and Sean on this counter the second your dad and I aren't around."

Michael shrugged. "That's different."

"Coffee?" Blake held up the pot, and Michael nodded. He noticed that Michael had made an effort to look professional for his first day at the Lab.

"Good night?" Joseph asked as he dropped an English muffin in the toaster.

"Amazing," Michael said with a sigh.

"I'll second that." Jose joined them and sat next to Michael.

Blake noticed Michael glance over his shoulder before he spoke in a soft voice. "So, did you give Caden something, you know...to make him more...enthusiastic last night?"

Jose snorted but didn't comment.

"Nothing yesterday. We didn't want to make things awkward at the graduation ceremony." Blake looked at Joseph after answering. He didn't think Joseph would, but...

"Like your dad said. Why? Was there a problem?"

"No, he was just more into it than I expected," Michael said.

"The guy's got stamina. He kept up with the three of us and would have taken more if we'd been interested," Jose added.

"Speaking of Caden, where is he? And where is Sean?" Joseph looked at them with a smirk on his face as he prepared his breakfast.

"If Sean had his way, Caden's fucking him again." Michael laughed.

"I'm glad you all got along. And thank you for including Caden. He's still struggling and his homelife...before...sucked." Blake refilled Michael's coffee and poured another for Jose.

"Dad, seriously? I should be thanking you. Caden's awesome, and it felt natural for him to be with us. Right, Jose?"

"Yeah, Dr. Connor. Caden was great."

"No need for titles outside the Lab, Jose. I'm fine with you calling me Blake."

"Not Dad?" Jose grinned.

"Oh, fuck yes. Call him Dad or even better, Daddy. You're one of our boys, so it's only right." Joseph gave Blake a shoulder bump and a look that let him know Joseph wasn't going to negotiate.

"Yeah, that works too. Also will make it more natural for Caden." Blake knew how to pick his battles.

Everyone found what they wanted for breakfast and it wasn't too long before Sean and Caden joined them. Blake was pleased when they fell immediately into an easy banter like they'd known each other for years. It felt like a family.

"I like that smile." Joseph kissed him on the cheek and grinned.

"Nice having them all here together. Makes me think the new place is going to be amazing with the rest of our guys." Blake turned and kissed Joseph. They'd all gathered around the table when the others came in.

"Do you know what we'll be doing today?" Michael asked.

"No, I left that to the people who handle our interns. You and Sean are going through the same program as them, but you'll have a higher security clearance so will see more of the behind the scenes operations. Jose will continue with the classes from before."

"And the sex training?" Michael asked.

Blake paused. The thought of Michael going through orientation like their back-office employees made his stomach flip. He had tried several times to change the decision but never managed to make it happen. He felt Joseph's hand on his leg, and the thought slipped away.

"Nothing to worry about. You and Sean will get the basics that we give all back-office employees. I mean, what could be the downside in being better at sex, right?" Joseph said.

"Is it anything like what I went through?" Jose asked.

"Not as intense or thorough." Blake felt awkward picturing Michael in those scenarios. Maybe he should pull back. David and the others would appreciate it, he was sure.

"I don't know. If I could be as good as Jose, I might want the deluxe training package," Sean said.

"Don't worry, Sean. We'll make sure you're all taken care of, right love? And think how good you guys will feel knowing that you can take good care of your boyfriends." Joseph hugged Blake with one arm

I am the luckiest guy in the world to have this man as my fiance. And Joseph's right, they'll be well taken care of, and Michael will be so much more confident with the training.

"Do I get training?" Caden asked.

Blake had noticed that their new son had been intently following the conversation. He was about to answer, but Joseph beat him to it.

"Not at the Lab, but your dad and I will make sure you learn all the same things. Several of the guys who will be living with us double as trainers, so they'll be able to teach you what you need."

Jose snorted. "Not sure you need much training, dude. I don't think we'd survive."

Caden blushed as the others laughed.

"There, see?" Joseph threw his hands in the air. "Today, you and I are going to do some shopping and meet Max, Craig, and Diablo at the new house."

"Why's that, Joey?" Michael asked as he stood and gathered his dishes.

"I want to make sure they're okay with the rooms I picked for them." Joseph helped Michael load the dishwasher as the others brought their plates and cups.

"Will they be near us or in the new wing? Are Craig and Diablo officially together?" Michael leaned against the counter and pulled Jose into him, wrapping his arms around the Latin stud.

Blake glanced at Joseph before he answered, not sure who was supposed to respond. "They've been living together and sharing a bed since Diablo got back. Joseph said we needed to give them a push. If they all agree, we decided that Max and Peter will be in one of the bigger rooms in the family wing. The other big suite will be for Craig and Diablo. That leaves a room for Toby if he agrees to join us and another for Bryce and Ben."

"I thought Caden and I would stop by the Lab and visit Toby. Maybe we can convince him it's a good idea," Joseph said.

"When will the other guys be moving into the new house?" Michael asked.

"Vince said the new wing should be done within a couple of weeks. Until then, he's putting trailers on the property for the guys who want to be close." Blake watched his son slide his hands into Jose's front pockets, making Jose's dick push against the fabric of his pants. Maybe he'd ask Claire to schedule some time with Jose, after all, he never got to finish the debrief of their time on the island.

"Vince is so hot," Caden said with an exaggerated sigh.

"No one's going to argue with that." Joseph laughed then got a thoughtful look. "We need to introduce you to Jared. He's a bit beefier than Vince, but I think you'll like him."

"Will Vince be moving in too?" Sean asked.

"He'd be welcome, but that's not part of the current plan," Blake said.

"Hm...I'll need to work on that. Good thing we added so many rooms." Joseph turned to look at Blake. "I assume you're taking them to the office with you?"

"The Vipers have a car coming." Blake turned to Copper, who was doing his best to disappear into the wall. "Copper, do you know who is going with me and who's staying with Joseph today?"

"Reef and I will escort your group to the Lab, then Cobra and Taipan are taking over. Tiger and Python are bringing a car for Mr. Connor and Caden."

"Mm...I like Tiger." Joseph said as he walked away.

Blake noticed that Copper was looking nervous. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. Will you let me know when the car gets here?"

"Yes, sir. It shouldn't be long."

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 2

"You do know how to make an entrance," Claire grinned and stood as Blake got to her desk.

He gave her a questioning look, and she laughed.

"The big smile, the entourage of beefcake?" Claire grabbed her notepad and gestured toward Blake's office. Blake didn't figure she meant Cobra and Taipan though they certainly qualified.

"The boys clean up well." Blake dropped into his desk chair and leaned back.

"It's nice seeing them happy, nice seeing you with a smile too. I guess being engaged is agreeing with you?"

"It was perfect. Thank you so much for making it happen. And the graduation was amazing. I know I owe you big time. You really outdid yourself."

"I'm glad. You and your guys need some good things happening. I take it the idea of Jose and Sean moving in with Michael went well?" Claire raised an eyebrow and sat in one of the guest chairs.

"It really did. And the bonus was they pulled in Caden without any prompting from me or Joseph. The kid was glowing. One more reason to hate 'Smith.' He and his wife treated Caden like shit. He's not just love starved, he doesn't know how to handle compliments or being treated like he's valued." Blake shook his head and unclenched his fists.

"Then it's good he's your family now. I expect he'll blossom in no time. Do me a favor and find out what his favorite cookie is. I need to worm my way into his heart somehow."

"Pfft. They all love you, though you ought to get to know Sean. He wasn't treated much better than Caden." Blake paused. "I've got Carl checking on the kid's parents. Something's not right there."

"I did invite them to the graduation," Claire said with a hint of defensiveness.

"I know you did. You take such good care of us, it means a lot."

"I may have let my son down, but I'm trying to make up for it with yours." Claire's face turned sad, and her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Quit. Jordan made some bad choices. The only other person at fault was his dad for encouraging him and letting it go on behind your back."

"Well, he paid the ultimate price, didn't he?" The bitterness was clear in Claire's voice. "I guess I should be glad that Jordan is doing as well as he is."

"If there's anything more I can do, you know to ask."

"Oh, Blake, you already have done...do so much. I'm sorry to be a downer. Jordan had a bad night, that's all." Claire took a deep breath and composed herself. "Your week is already looking busy. You ready?"

"Give it to me." Blake leaned forward, knowing he could listen and think since Claire would already have everything in his calendar-with notes.

"You have time blocked this morning for Wes to discuss Smith and meet with Dr. Wakahisa. And then rounds with Chris, which I guess means he's back with us today?" Claire gave a raised brow.

"Light duty, but yes. I thought it would be good to pull him back in and that will help bring him up to speed and give me some company. You know I hate doing rounds by myself."

"True, and Max is booked as solid as you. Moving on, Cole McDaniel from the Department of Health says we're due for an inspection but wanted to be considerate of your time."

Blake laughed. "I'm sure. Schedule him in, and make sure I've got at least an hour for him to review his findings."

"Hm...okay... A Jonathan Rickle has requested an appointment. In his note, he said it was a follow-up."

"Taylor's dad. I remember him." Blake grinned, thinking of the time he and Joseph helped out Michael's best friend's struggling father. "Schedule him an hour as well."

"Do you want me to reserve an exam room?" Claire asked, pen poised above her pad.

"Huh...yeah, that would make it look better, sure."

"You have Dr. Smalley at two and a call with Anna Louise Keaton at four. Don't forget you are taking Mr. Cofield to Leather and Chains this evening. Skids said you should plan for dinner and a drink while you're there. He said to bring Joseph and any other, as he put it, 'tasty hunks' that you wanted." Claire glanced over her shoulder at Taipan and smiled. "He'll do."

Blake leaned forward and whispered. "Shhhh... He doesn't know yet." It wouldn't be long if Joseph had his way. Blake had already decided not to fight his fiance on this one. If Joseph wanted to pull the Vipers into their inner circle of debauchery, he'd do what he could to help make it happen.

"Tomorrow, you're doing official intake on Kerr, Cofield, and Decker. You have a reminder to follow up with Blaze Newman, sorry I don't have more on that one-just a name." Claire looked up.

"That's okay, I know who he is. What else?" Blake made a mental note to get an update from Carl on the senator and judge as well. It had been a while since he'd heard anything.

"Jamison Teller confirmed for tomorrow afternoon; he said he's also bringing his husband. You have a meeting with Frank and Carl, then a call with the Ranch. Busy day. Tomorrow night Joseph added a reminder that you're having company for dinner. Other highlights are coffee with Commissioner Crandall on Wednesday, and the movers are bringing boxes for anything you want to pack yourself. In case you forgot, they're showing up on Thursday to do the move. I've kept your calendar clear."

"I'm tired now, Claire. Thank you, you do an amazing job, and damn, it's good to be back to some semblance of normality."

Claire glanced at Taipan again, armed to the gills in his fatigues. "If you say so, love."

"Am I interrupting?" Chris asked from the doorway. Taipan was giving Blake the "should I let him in?" look.

"He's one of mine, Taipan. And no, you're not interrupting."

"I tell ya, Chris. A girl tries, and she tries, but still, he wants the 'D.'" Claire laughed.

"Eh, we both know he's Pan, but there's this Joseph guy..."

"Yeah, I know." Claire turned to Blake. "I'll get those other appointments set up and add them to your calendar."

"Thanks, Claire."

"Feels so weird being back." Chris sat in one of the guest chairs and looked around the office.

"Other than our new friends, nothing much has changed." Blake shrugged and looked closely at his blond guard. Other than looking a little thinner, he couldn't see any changes.

"I missed you guys. I'm not meant to stay home-even with all the bros taking care of me."

"Taking care of you, huh?" Blake teased.

"Sadly, not that way. Though...maybe now that I'm back, you can point me to some possibilities." Chris gave his signature innocent look, which was disturbingly angelic.

"We've got a few options for you." Blake laughed. "Seriously, how are you feeling?"

Chris put his hand to his upper chest and then ran it over his shoulder with a wince. "Still stiff with the occasional twinge, but I've been doing the physical therapy, and I'm back to lifting weights. I'm ready to work, honest." He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and gave a meaningful glance toward the guard.

"One of the changes I'm sure the others have told you about. The Board hired the Vipers to provide round-the-clock protection for me, Joseph, and Michael. No idea on how long they'll be with us, but it will at least be until all the former agents are rounded up."

"You worried them." Chris made it a statement.

"Fuck. I worried me. The Vipers are good guys and discreet. I'd say to ignore them but they're too pretty for that, right, Taipan?"

Blake grinned at the blush and look of discomfort that came over the brown-haired guard. His blue-gray eyes darted around like someone would save him, somewhat comical given the powerful athletic build and the number of weapons he was carrying.

"Sir?" Taipan's voice was almost too quiet to hear.

"Taipan is a quiet one. It took me forever to hear enough to know he was an Aussie. Python is the other, and that was clear from the moment he opened his mouth."

"If you've got the Vipers, what are the Black Guard doing?" Chris asked.

"Handling everything else. We were stretched thin with you, Craig, and Stephen being out and then I had to send Mario and Beau with Michael when we hid him at the resort. We've also had to add more guards on rounds and keep stricter protocols after everything happened with the Agency. We've also got some high-risk targets on site."

Chris nodded, likely putting the pieces together and realizing that at least "Smith" would be drawing the wrong kind of attention.

"Takashi was telling me that you brought in the Spades too," Chris said.

"We did but they're wrapping up their assignment. Max is working on a proposal, whether we need to set up a longer term contract or start hiring. I don't think we'll ever be able to go back to our prior staffing levels. The Board hasn't been specific, but they've hinted that we need to take more precautions."

"I can see that, especially with what happened, I expect there are more people who know about us than before." Chris frowned. "That's not a good thing."

"No, because the ones who are most likely to be interested aren't the good guys."

"How can I help?" Chris asked.

"Today, you get to help me on rounds." Blake realized he ought to bring Chris up to speed on Wesley since that was their next stop. He took a couple minutes to explain about Corsic's people Smith had brought in and their "incentives." Fortunately the gunman and terrorists who'd done the killing and kidnapping were killed. Didn't mean Wesley, Justin, and Erik were innocent, but they weren't responsible for Chris being shot.

Chris took it all in and only bristled at the reminder of Ward's betrayal. Blake shut down his computer and stood.

"So, rounds? I thought that was Max's job." Chris's smirk hinted that he was teasing.

"He's got enough on his plate, so until things calm down, if they ever do, you and the other Black Guards get to be my shadow."

"Seems you've got a lot of shadows." Chris stood and waited to follow Blake.

"Time for rounds Taipan, want to let Cobra know we're moving? And yes, Chris, I always have at least two with me but they don't stay in the patient rooms. They do a check and then remain outside. I'm afraid the guns and military vibe are a bit off-putting."

Blake noted that Chris gave Cobra a wide berth as he passed. It was probably because the Viper had on his grumpy face.

"Everything okay?" Blake asked as they gathered at the elevator.

"Yes, Dr. Connor. Just processing some new directives from my boss." Cobra shook his head and if anything the scowl got worse.

Wonder what Ace told him? I don't think Joseph or I have changed anything. Unless...maybe he's not happy that Joseph crossed the line with Cotton and Tiger?

"Where are we headed?" Chris asked as his hand hovered over the elevator buttons.

"Dr. Wakahisa, the milking rooms." Blake tried not to smile too much when he saw Cobra and Taipan cringe.

They found Wes waiting for them in the hallway outside Milking Room One. Walker looked better than he had in a while. Blake noticed him give Chris a once over before glancing to Dr. Connor.

"Good morning, Wes. I don't believe you've met Chris. He's one of the Black Guard-"

"Ah, the one who got shot protecting your man." Wes extended his hand. "Sorry about that. They weren't supposed to shoot anyone, yet we know how that went." Wes shrugged.

"Up close and personal," Chris responded.

"Where's Barrett?" Blake asked.

"With Dmitri. He's starting him on his rehab today and setting up a workout program to get him into shape," Wes said.

"Guards?" Blake had faith in his team, but it didn't hurt to verify.

"Two of them. The rehab isn't in the main gym. Dmitri said they'll keep him separated until they're sure he's cooperating. He lasted about five minutes before they put a gag on him." Wes grinned.

"I don't think he'll be a model subject anytime soon." Blake turned to Cobra. "Okay if we go in or do you need to check it out first?"

The man looked uncomfortable and took a moment to answer. "We'll stick with you." Cobra opened the door and the rest followed him in.

Given his response, Blake assumed Cobra had been to the milking room before. The room was very bright between the white floors, walls, and ceiling and all the shiny stainless steel. It was a huge space with a large central pit that was five feet lower than the surrounding room. Equipment, hoses, and pipes seemed to be everywhere. All ten stations were occupied.

"What the fuck?" Taipan gasped.

"You okay?" Dr. Connor gripped Taipan's shoulder and caught his eye. "It's a milking room. What were you expecting?"

"I..." Taipan's eyes were wide and he seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Maybe explain it, boss. Have you been in here before, Wes?" Chris asked.

"Hell no." Wesley Walker looked around the room with a gleam in his eye.

"Dr. Connor!" Dr. Masuyo Wakahisa called from across the pit before walking toward them. His office and several exam rooms were on the other side.

"Morning, Masuyo. We've got a couple of newbies. Would you like to explain or would you rather-"

"Please. My house, my responsibility." The doctor grinned. Dr. Wakahisa was five-foot-two, a very pretty, androgynous-looking Asian, with long black hair tied in a ponytail. He had a touch of makeup enhancing his eyes and fair complexion.

"We have ten collection stations in Milking Room One, all fully automated. At the moment we are collecting for production; however, we can collect individually for sperm bank deposit or other." He pointed to the center of the pit where overhead a clear collection tank splashed and whirled with creamy white liquid. "If you were not aware, several of our products use human semen as a primary ingredient. Please, follow me."

Dr. Wakahisa walked up to the nearest station where a beefy, muscular man with bronze skin was strapped in. "The stations are the same, a kneeler with a support that keeps the donor comfortable but also allow us full access while keeping them immobile. As you can see, Carlos opted for the video goggles and earbuds. We have a number of point of view videos that go well with the sensations the equipment provides. We do our best to customize the experience to each donor's tastes."

Pointing to the tube encased around Carlos's dick, Dr. Wakahisa continued. "The tube uses both motion and e-stim to enhance the experience. You can't see it, but there is a sound inside the penis that ensures we capture every drop of his ejaculate. The sound also has e-stim and the ability to move and vibrate. We've learned that stimulating the nipples, ass, and most especially the prostate increases the amount the subject produces. That's the reason for the tubes on his nipples and the dildo in his ass."

"It looks...overwhelming," Cobra muttered.

"If you can get past giving up all your control, it's an incredible experience," Chris said.

"We'd love to have you back again, Chris. You know your seed is always in high demand." Dr. Wakahisa gave Chris a pointed look.

"Why?" Taipan asked.

"Chris's blond hair, blue-eyes, golden skin tone, and muscular build is extremely popular. We can't keep enough of his sperm stocked in the bank to satisfy demand," Dr. Connor explained.

"They can pick?" Cobra sounded surprised.

"They fill out a check list of qualities and characteristics they're looking for. You'd think they'd want to have a child that looks like it could have come from them, but that's not usually how it goes," Blake explained.

Dr. Wakahisa resumed. "If you notice the older gentleman across the pit, he's from our finance team. All the male employees are allowed to donate and...experience the process. We also have a guy from R&D." He pointed to a younger man at one of the other stations.

"What's wrapped around his balls?" Taipan asked.

"A stimulation sack. The sling and bag has multiple air chambers that massage the testicles while they're being milked. It helps give them more powerful orgasms. You can't tell since they're all suited up, but the full-time milkers have much larger testicles than average. It is a side effect of the diet, medications, and milking process. They also produce substantially more than most men. Why Darryl can produce up to a cup and a half a day." Dr. Wakahisa's smile lit his face.

"Holy fuck." Taipan turned to Blake with wide eyes.

"He's not kidding. Yes, Darryl can produce that much but you should know he's been doing this for over five years and his balls are bigger than grapefruits. That only happens to dedicated milkers."

"Well, I'm sure this is all interesting but I doubt you came here for a tour. How can I help you?" Dr. Wakahisa looked at Blake, Wes, and Chris in turn.

"Go ahead, Wes. This was your idea," Blake said.

"Dr. Wakahisa, we'd like to put Gene Barrett, you know him as Mr. Smith, on the milking machines. But with some slight alterations," Wes explained.

"Mr. Smith. In my lab. His seed fouling my equipment?"

"I don't care what you do with his sperm. But my understanding is that the programs that run the milking process turn off after the guy shoots, right?"

"Yes..." Dr. Wakahisa looked as skeptical as Blake had ever seen him.

"Can you alter the programming, turn that off? You know, like let the machines continue without stopping?" Wes looked almost gleeful.

Dr. Wakahisa stared at Wes for a long silent pause. "It would be extremely painful. The penis becomes very sensitive after ejaculation and further stimulation is intense." Wakahisa held up a hand when Wes started to speak. "We have at times...experimented on what would happen. While the recovery time is shorter and the subject can produce again, they at times lose consciousness and find subsequent orgasms overwhelming."

"That would be good." Wes nodded and looked at Blake.

"Masuyo, I think what Wes is trying to say is that he'd like for the subject to find it more like torture than pleasure. I expect he wants to include some humiliation and capitalize on Smith's loss of control."

"Hm... He was a right bastard, or rather is." Dr. Wakahisa was quiet again. "I think there are other adjustments we could make that would intensify the milking. I could keep his ejaculate separate and perhaps feed it to the others. I can't tolerate waste, and that would keep it from contaminating the rest of the collection."

"So, it would be acceptable?" Wes asked.

"It is. I'll work with you and Smith to make sure we maximize the opportunity. Let me know when you're ready to begin." Dr. Wakahisa turned to Blake. "Was there anything else?"

"Dr. Connor said you might be able to help with something else. Smith has tiny little nipples that aren't worth much. How hard would it be to make them bigger?" Wes asked.

"There are ways. The milking process will make them larger temporarily but we could start with some stretching rings. Stretch them long enough and they'll stay that way. If that's not enough there are several other methods including cosmetic surgery."

"Awesome, can we do that?" Wes grinned.

"Of course." Wakahisa nodded.

"Masuyo, I wanted to make sure you were told about Aaron and see if you had any questions. We're giving Aaron to Carl in hopes that he can improve Aaron's disposition. I know that puts you down one milker but I'll find a replacement. Promise."

Dr. Wakahisa scowled at Blake. "More than one. R&D is demanding more output and I can't get more out of the men I've got without damaging them. Until then, why not have your guards come by. If they each donate, I'm sure we'll muddle through." The smile on his face was evil and he looked at Cobra and Taipan as if he were sizing them for the benches.

Chris cleared his throat loudly and put his hand on Blake's arm. "I'll help you find people, sir."

"Oh, that doesn't get you out of donating, Chris. I need your contributions for the sperm bank regardless of how many men he sends me. No one to blame but yourself for having such desirable genes."

"If that was a compliment it fell short," Chris grumbled.

Blake looked at the two Vipers and wondered what it would take to get them to volunteer. He'd have to bring it up with Joseph. It truly was a life-changing experience.

Maximillian Moore | Scene 3

Max looked up at the neoclassical mansion and shook his head. He still thought it was excessive for a frat house but it wasn't his call. The Lab had done extensive renovations when Blake took on being the business sponsor for the Greek organization. Fortunately, the fraternity-with some strong wording from their alumni-had kept it in pristine condition.

Stepping onto the columned porch, Max rang the doorbell. A few moments later the door opened to reveal a young, handsome man, with light brown skin, tightly curled black hair and a gorgeous smile.

"Trey, it's been a while." Max grinned as Trey's eyes went wide.

"Mr. Moore, sir. You're not here for me are you? Um... Luke isn't around. He's home for summer break," Trey said nervously.

"I'm not here for Luke. It's always good to see you, Trey, but I came to talk to Brody. Is he here?" Max wondered why Trey thought he'd want to talk to the frat president, that was usually Blake and most often by phone.

"Sorry, please come in." Trey stepped back and held the door open.

The entry hall and rooms Max could see looked pristine. "Many of you here over the summer?"

"No. Some of the guys have stopped in but Brody and I are keeping everything clean and taking care of the place." Trey looked nervous.

"Good to hear. I'm glad Luke was able to get you into the house. You and Brody still sharing a room?" Max knew the answer but was hoping to get Trey to relax.

"Yeah. Um, I'm still doing what you guys asked." Trey glanced around nervously.

"I didn't doubt you. That reminds me." Max pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Trey. "I'm sure there are a few brothers who you'd like to encourage." Max winked.

"Thanks. I um, haven't seen Brody's brother or dad come around in a few weeks. Everything okay?" Trey asked.

"The stuff finally wore off. You won't be seeing them again, they decided to take a trip across the pond." Max shrugged. The lock and key drug had lasted much longer than they expected but it finally waned and the men no longer needed each other.

"Huh, Brody didn't say anything. I'll get him for you." Trey disappeared up the huge sweeping stairs into what Max knew were the bedrooms. The main floor was set up for entertaining and the upper two floors were similar to a dorm.

Max moved into the front sitting room and made himself comfortable. He was glad they hadn't gone with period pieces, they'd have never survived the college crowd.

"Max?" Brody walked into the room looking nervous.

"Looking good, Brody. Guess Greek life is working out for you. Let's go out front and talk; I saw some comfortable looking rocking chairs." Max led Brody to the front porch and closed the door. He didn't think he had to worry about Trey trying to listen in but why take chances.

"Did I do something wrong?" Brody sat stiffly on the edge of the chair.

"No, buddy. You've been doing really well. Dr. Connor wanted me to tell you that he's really pleased with your behavior." Max could see Brody visibly relax as he slid back in the chair.

"So why are you here?"

"We'll get to that. How is life with the fraternity? I know it wasn't part of your original plan."

"Better than I ever hoped for. The guys have been great and the house is way nicer than the dorm." Brody didn't look at him.

"And your...hm...service agreement?" Max was trying to be gentle. How do you ask "what's it like being the frat slut?"

"Better than I thought. 'Course for the summer it's pretty quiet. A few guys stop through and there are a few alumni who've visited. So far the brothers have been pretty considerate and treat me well. No one has been abusive or ugly." Brody dropped his voice. "And to be honest we definitely have the hottest guys in this frat."

"I'm glad you're adjusting. And things are good with Trey?" Max knew the two had ended up hitting it off even if it started out as Trey working for them in getting the young man addicted.

"Great. Though I think sometimes he might be getting more dick than me." Brody laughed.

Max held back the laugh that threatened. He wasn't surprised Trey had become as much of a slut as Brody, something that they might have forgotten mentioning to him when he signed on. "Bonus that it was a good move for both of you. Well, I've stalled long enough. I'm here about your dad and Logan. They got themselves in trouble."

"Shit. The strike thing?"

"Yeah. They won't be coming back, Brody. We're still working through some of the legal issues but you'll be inheriting the house, cars, accounts, and contents."

"They're dead?" Brody shouted and jumped to his feet.

"No, not dead. Please, sit down." Max waited until Brody appeared to calm. "You remember the warnings?"

"Yes."

"They messed up and got a modified version of what we promised. You've obviously been excluded since you've been doing so well. The videos with you aren't being released, the others are. Your dad and brother are now learning a new trade in a very nice brothel on the other side of the world. When they've finished their training they'll be coming back to work in the states. Regardless of timing or where they end up, they will not be returning to their old lives. Thus, the reason you're getting everything."

"Not Mom? I don't understand."

"Your Mom signed over everything, so she's not a factor. Though, you may want to reach out to her. She's had a rough time restarting after the divorce and the scandal with Coach Julian. His wife and the others whose husbands cheated with your mom went for blood. No matter how the relationship went with your dad, she's still your mom and still loves you."

"I've talked to her a few times... But Dad and Logan, I'll never see them again?" Brody's voice was quiet.

"We're not cruel, Brody. Of course you'll see them again. We'll make sure of it. We'll also help you with getting everything settled and take care of all the legal stuff and paperwork." Max internally grinned at the thought of Brody's next meeting with Brett and Logan. He'd likely be their client-with Logan and dear old dad on their knees or with their legs spread ready to take care of him.

"What do I need to do?"

"You have a parking space here? If so, we can bring the car over for you." Max was surprised how well Brody was taking the news.

"I'll have to check with Luke since I'm not an upper classman, but I think so."

"You have our number, when you find out, give us a call or send a text. I'll let you know when it's time to do the paperwork. Until then, we'll take care of everything. That way you can focus on dick, like you're supposed to."

"Sure." Brody turned to Max, his eyes starting to tear. "Are they going to be okay?"

"They are being well cared for, I promise. They won't be physically hurt; the point is for them to learn and they can't do that if they're damaged or sick."

"True."

"It's going to work out. I know it's a lot to drop on you but I've gotta go. Maybe find Trey and get him to distract you?" At least that got a smile out of Brody.

Chris Klein (Black Guard) | Scene 4

The door clicked shut, and Chris forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Disturbing, right?" Blake asked.

"Fuck. That's just...wrong. To be honest, I'm feeling a little sick." Chris glanced at the guards and saw what he could only describe as sympathy on their faces and they hadn't even been in the room when Jacob Ward had exposed himself and begged them to fuck him.

"Barrett was a right bastard. He forced Max and I to take him at gunpoint, then demanded we put a train on him. Even more appalling-I know, I know, hard to imagine it could get worse-we found out later they were giving Jacob multiple blue a day. Over time we can temper it somewhat but he's always going to be a slut."

"Holy fuck." Chris tried to get himself under control. "What are you going to do with him?"

"Jamison and Alejo Teller are going to take him in. They've already adopted three boys with needs, so they know how to handle Jacob. Also that means that Jacob will have three brothers who can help keep him satisfied that aren't that much older than he is."

"Wow, that's about as ideal as you could ask for. I assume they'll keep Jacob working with us and Blythe since we're still treating the other boys?"

"Yes, and given what I've seen with the others, spoil him and make sure he has everything he could ever want or need." Blake nodded to the Vipers before walking to their next stop.

"You think they'd adopt me?" Chris teased.

Blake snorted and turned to look at Chris. "Oh, they'd take you in all right. But I think your 'chores' would be a fair bit different than the boys. Hm...might even occasionally unchain you from the bed." Blake's smile was far too gleeful.

"Thanks, guess I'll pass." Chris thought about the other guy they'd checked on and realized he hadn't asked. "What about Harrison? He seemed okay. Can you just release him since Barrett's been dealt with, maybe have him sign an NDA?"

"Sadly, he's not exactly okay either. I think Barrett wanted to destroy the family members just to torment his captives. Justin, that's Harrison's son, answered Barrett's questions but he wasn't senior enough to know anything important. Didn't stop the torture for his dad."

"Why? What did he think he'd get from Corsic's guys that was worth it?" Other than the man being a psycho, Chris couldn't come up with anything rational.

"I think it was a power game and he liked seeing them suffer. Harrison is getting a payout and will be working for Skids. The Agency destroyed any chance for him going back to his old job. He's also now addicted to black cock on top of being turned into a slut."

"Ah, that answers my first question on why Skids. Did any of them come through it without being messed up?"

"Thomas Kerr, the next guy we're going to see came through the best. Not sure why but instead of sexual torture or drugs, they beat the crap out of him. Sadly, Ward's wife, daughter, and son got the worst of it. And you know about Cofield and Walker. Toby and Brad were victims of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"What are you going to do with Kerr?"

"That's what we're going to find out. Dr. Smalley convinced me to tell Thomas the truth about what the Agency did with his fiance and what effects it had. Smalley said that being able to help Amber would help him move on." Blake had entered the dorm wing of the Lab and knocked at one of the rooms.

"Come," a voice answered.

Blake stood back as Cobra checked the room then gave them the okay to enter. It was set up like the other rooms, with two beds, matching dressers, and desks built in. A widescreen on the wall and a window that looked out onto the street.

"Dr. Connor." The man stood and Chris bit his lip. He was stunning, lean, maybe early twenties, with a stylish pompadour of golden-brown waves, bright blue eyes, and a face that would turn heads.

"Hey, Thomas. This is Chris, he works with me and his helping out on rounds today. I doubt you've seen him before since this is his first day back. I'm sure you heard about him, he's the one that was shot when Joseph was kidnapped."

"Shit, I am so sorry. This is all so messed up, right?" Thomas looked at Chris with such compassion it made him feel awkward.

"Not sure you had it any better," Chris said trying not to be obvious about stripping the guy with his eyes. Fuck he was perfect.

Thomas shrugged. "I'm doing my best to find some positives, challenging but, there are a few." He gave a strained laugh.

"Can I ask? How did your visit go?" Blake sat at the desk while Thomas sat on the bed and patted it to invite Chris to sit beside him.

"Fucking awful." Thomas paused. "Nothing 'new' went wrong or anything but...damn it's so messed up."

Blake looked at Chris. "Thomas went to visit his former fiance and her parents. She was a victim of Barrett's as well and didn't come through unscathed."

"That's an understatement." Thomas looked pensive for a moment. "I thought the beating was the worst thing I'd ever experienced. Now..."

"You can trust Chris if there's something you want to share. We won't tell anyone," Blake said.

"I could tell that from his eyes." Thomas gave Chris a bashful smile and his cheeks pinked.

"You were saying?" Blake prompted.

"It was gut wrenching seeing Amber like that, locked up in a mental hospital. Even worse is the guilt knowing her relationship with me is what put her there and...shit..." Thomas put his hands over his face. "I realized I don't love her. Yeah, I felt bad for what happened, and I could feel compassion. Her parents were so good to me. They wouldn't stop apologizing."

Chris reached over and put his hand on Thomas's back and began rubbing circles. Thomas visibly relaxed.

"I did recommend they get in touch with you, that I saw the kidnappers drug her and that it may not be a mental condition." Thomas took a deep breath and looked at Blake. "She begged me to fuck her-with her parents standing beside me. She spewed so much filth her mom had to leave the room. They were more worried about my reaction than what was going on with Amber."

"It wasn't your fault, Thomas. There was nothing you could have done. Do you think they'll reach out to me?"

"I do. I think I got through to them. Ugh. They insisted to know exactly what happened that day. You know what was the hardest part? Not letting on that I thought it was hot. That I wanted to be in her place with those men. What kind of sick fuck am I?"

"You're not! Don't go there." The words were out of Chris's mouth before he realized he was going to say something.

"Chris is right. Coming to terms with your sexuality and attraction to men is part of the good that came out of this. You've talked about this with Dr. Smalley."

"Doesn't get rid of the guilt."

"In time. If Amber's parents ask for help, we'll do everything we can. You need to take care of yourself. You're reconnected with your brother, that's a good thing, right?"

Thomas gave a weak laugh and put his face in his hands again. "He's done so much for me and I never thought I'd be able to thank him."

"He's horrified at what happened to you. You know he loves you with everything he's got and would do anything for you?" Blake said.

"I do and it's another reason I've got to get my shit together so he doesn't feel any more guilt than he does now."

"Have you thought more about the offer? I heard the interviews went very well," Blake asked.

"I'm going to accept. Do you think I could stay here for a while longer? I'm not sure I can go back to that apartment."

"Of course you can. We'll help you get resettled when you're ready and I'll make sure you have someone here to help with orientation. Chris," Blake turned to look at him. "Would you be willing to help Thomas, act as his shadow and help him make the connections he needs?"

"I'd be glad to. That is, if it's okay with Thomas? I know sometimes people find me intimidating." Chris tried for his innocent look.

Blake and Thomas burst out laughing.

"I think I can keep the terror to a minimum." Thomas's smile lit his face, and his eyes sparkled.

Fuck, he's gorgeous, Chris thought as he pulled his gaze from Thomas and turned to look at Blake. His boss had a knowing smirk on his face, a look that Chris was all too familiar with. I am so doomed.

Caden Barrett | Scene 5

Walking into the house, Caden reminded himself that this would soon be home. It was surreal.

"Let's put the bedding in your room," Joseph said stepping in behind him laden with bags. "Remind me to tell Vince that they'll be delivering your rugs and artwork tomorrow. We'll be at the old place packing."

Caden followed Joseph down the stairs, taking his time as he was balancing his own load with all the stuff they'd bought. He couldn't remember ever being as happy as he felt now. The new place was something out of a fantasy and he'd never felt so loved in his life.

"We did good, buddy. I think you made great choices, though I don't think anyone would peg it as going into a teen's room." Joseph set the bags down in the corner out of the way. "We ought to wait until the movers are done before making up the bed."

"I don't think they'll bring in that much dust," Caden said, holding one of the throw pillows against his chest.

"We're not taking chances. Hey, look they got the flatscreen and A/V set up already. I'm sorry the new console isn't here yet."

"Wow. It's huge." Caden looked at the newly mounted screen across from the foot of the bed. "I'm not sure I really need a gaming console in here when we've got a whole setup in... Hey, where are we going to put them?"

"The Great Room of course. I like having everyone close by. If we decide we want something in the downstairs rec room, we'll buy it." Joseph pulled a bottle out of one of the bags and put it in the nightstand drawer.

Caden blushed, realizing it was the bottle of lube Joseph had picked up for him, because as Joseph told him, "you should always be prepared."

"Joseph?" a voice called out.

"Come on, sounds like Craig is here." Joseph led the way back up to the entry.

Caden dropped back as Joseph greeted Craig and Diablo. He remembered them from the graduation and wanted to be able to admire them without being caught. As he watched, the door opened, and Max joined them. Caden thought he was scary. Maybe because he was so big.

"Caden? What are you waiting for, bud?" Joseph looked at him curiously.

"There's the man!" Craig said, offering a high five to Caden.

"Morning, Caden. What do you think of the place?" Diablo asked with a smile and delicious accent that made Caden want to swoon.

"It's awesome, and you should see my room."

"Good, huh?" Max said, moving in close enough that Caden felt a little intimidated. Max towered over him, and he had to concentrate not to take a step back.

"He's got a bed big enough for company." Joseph winked at him, and Caden felt the heat rush to his face.

"Uhhhh...good to know." Craig gave Joseph a curious look.

Joseph moved behind Caden and wrapped his arms around him.

"Oh, don't pretend, Craig. I know you and Dee can't wait to get your hands on this hot stud." Joseph hugged Caden tighter. "Believe me, he is so worth it."

"Joseph!" Caden whispered, hating being embarrassed in front of the other men.

"Might as well get used to it now, Caden. Joseph has no filters," Max said. "You going to show us what you've picked out for us?"

"Curious about our room too," Diablo said.

"Finally! You two are going to admit you're a couple and quit pretending?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Almost losing Craig and seeing what they did to him was the worst thing I ever went through. I'm not letting him out of my sight," Diablo said.

"Aw." Craig moved into Diablo's arms, and they kissed and kissed. Caden felt awkward watching, but it was hard to turn away. "I told Dee he was welcome to tie me to the bed."

"Mm, that does present a nice image." Joseph turned to Max. "And really, Max? We've known they were going to be together since Dee returned." Joseph stepped away from Caden. "Follow me, guys."

Caden fell back and walked behind the others. He wanted to think it was because he was polite but he knew the real reason was he wanted to check out their asses. Caden heard a snicker behind him and turned to look at the guards. Python had his hand over his mouth and Tiger was grinning.

"What?" Caden might have sounded a little defensive.

"Might wanna reel that tongue of yours in, mate." Python winked.

"Not my fault they're so hot," Caden muttered as he turned and followed. If he didn't know better, he could swear he felt eyes on his ass-maybe wishful thinking. He caught up to the others in one of the large bedrooms. Caden guessed it was the room Joseph had suggested for Craig and Diablo since they were checking it out while Max leaned against the wall. It looked a lot like the room Michael had picked.

"This is amazing, Joseph. Are you sure there's not someone else who should have it?" Diablo asked.

Caden felt the blood rushing south again at the sound of Diablo's voice and the strong accent. Joseph had told him Diablo was originally from Brazil. He didn't really care as long as the stud continued to talk.

"Positive. We had you and Craig in mind since the beginning. What do you think, Craig? Is it worth giving up your own place?" Joseph walked over to Craig and draped his arm over his shoulder. "You'll be close to me and Blake..." he whispered loudly enough for all to hear.

"Hot and hotter dick, twenty-four-seven," Max put in with a laugh.

"Hm... Pretty sure I'm going to have the hottest one sharing my room." Craig turned to Diablo with a look so steamy, Caden could feel the heat from where he was standing.

Caden remembered Joseph telling him that he'd end up having sex with all the men who were living at the house with them. He was really hoping that included Craig and Diablo. He adjusted himself in his pants and was glad they'd come from shopping. If he hadn't been dressed for going out and had been wearing the little shorts Joseph kept him in at home, there would have been no way to hide his erection.

"Of course they'll fuck you," Joseph whispered in his ear, causing Caden to jump and let out a squeak. He hadn't even realized Joseph had come up behind him.

Was he reading my mind? Caden turned and saw Joseph smiling at him.

"You're getting horny again, aren't you?" Joseph spoke softly enough it was unlikely anyone could hear.

"It's their fault," Caden grumbled, looking over to where Craig and Diablo were still kissing.

"Since those two seem to be distracted, want to show me where you're putting me?" Max asked.

"You're just jealous your man isn't here," Craig called out. "Thanks again, Joseph. Dee and I have to head back to work, but I'll give you a call to figure out the move."

"Call Vince, and he'll set up the movers. They're packing us up on Thursday and unloading on Friday." Joseph led Max and Caden across the hall to the room over top of his and Blake's. It was bigger than Craig and Diablo's room but not quite as big as Joseph's below it. The Vipers had followed as well and stood near the doorway.

"Nice." Max stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pool before walking into the bath. "Hot damn." His voice echoed.

"I guess he likes it," Caden said to Joseph.

"Color me impressed. You and Vince have worked miracles. Hard to believe what a few changes can do. It is really awesome, and I think Peter will like it too." Max smiled, eyeing the huge bed.

"Have you toured the rest or looked at the kitchen?" Joseph asked.

"Not yet, but I was going to explore before I head back. You sure it's okay for Peter to use the kitchen?" Max asked.

"Of course! He's going to culinary school, I think it's in our best interest to encourage him." Joseph bumped shoulders with Caden.

"Thank you." Max's attention turned to Caden. "Do you like to cook or bake, Caden?"

"Um... I don't know?" Caden's mom never let him try, and he honestly had no idea. He noted again how big Max's muscles were and how he could likely break Caden in two.

"I'm sure you'll have the chance to...Joseph, what are you doing?" Max asked.

Caden watched Joseph walk up to Max and slide his hands over his chest as Max was talking.

"Feeling you up. Such big strong muscles." Joseph visibly teased Max's nipples until they showed through his shirt. "Why not get a little relief with Caden. I know you want him."

"Joseph," Max's voice came out like a growl, and Caden found himself backing up until he hit the wall. What is Joseph doing? He wondered.

"Don't deny it, Max. I know how badly you want to see him mounted on your cock. Hear his whimpers as you stretch him open and get deep inside. You're going to absolutely love it. Ask Tiger, he can tell you?"

"What?" Python said, looking confused.

"Didn't he tell you, Python? Tiger joined the club. He's one of us now, we got to know each other really, really well." Joseph seemed to enjoy watching Tiger squirm.

"I can explain, Python..."

"We don't-" Python started before Joseph interrupted.

"Don't worry, Tiger. Python has been fantasizing about getting fucked since we got here. He just hasn't decided yet which one of the guys he wants more."

"That's not...Tiger, don't listen to him," Python objected.

Caden watched them nervously, not understanding what was happening. How would Joseph know what Python was thinking, and did Max really want to have sex with Caden? It was all so confusing, and the air was thick with tension. He was starting to feel too warm, and it was getting harder to think.

"Joseph, are you well? You're not having a spell, are you?" Max's voice sounded worried.

"Hm. Don't fight it, Max. I know what you need, trust me." Joseph turned Max's face to look him in the eyes. "See. All that lust and those nasty thoughts just dying to come out."

Max let out an odd whimper, totally at odds with the big muscular man.

Joseph turned and walked over to Tiger and Python, putting a hand on each of their arms. "And you two. So much repressed desire. Python, why don't you get on your knees and show Tiger what you've been wanting to do since you met him?"

"What! No, I..." Python's voice faded, and it appeared that Joseph pushed him down to his knees.

"You'll feel so much better once you let go." Joseph turned and locked eyes with Caden.

They'd gone completely black, and Caden felt like he'd been locked into a pull he couldn't resist. His cock stiffened, and he could feel his heart pounding. Caden watched in envy as Python unzipped a stunned Tiger's pants and took out his cock. Within seconds Python had it in his mouth, and Tiger was moaning in pleasure.

I need to get out, this is getting really weird, and I feel strange, Caden thought and looked around but realized the only way out was through the doorway that Tiger and Python were blocking. This room had a balcony, it didn't open onto the terrace like his.

"Don't be scared, Caden. We will take good care of you. I know you were getting a little needy, my boy needs cock." Joseph's hand wrapped around the back of his neck, it felt hot against his skin, and he wanted to lean into Joseph as he pulled him toward the bed. Caden thought maybe he should resist but couldn't get his body to listen. His knees bumped against the mattress, still covered in plastic and it made a crinkling sound.

"Max, are you just going to stand there? He needs you." Joseph's voice sounded far away.

"Th...this is... a bad idea, Joseph." Max frowned as if struggling and stiffly began removing his clothes.

"Nah. It's a great idea. You know you've been fantasizing about fucking his tight ass, and we can't really go anywhere while our guards are distracted." Joseph pointed to Python giving an enthusiastic blowjob to Tiger, who at some point had lost most of his clothing. "They're going to be a while because once Python sucks him off, Tiger will be begging for Python to fuck him."

Caden looked at the guards thinking how hot it would be to watch. He turned back and bit his lip as he saw Max's body being revealed. Part of his brain reminded him that he should be afraid, but there was an even stronger urge to start licking the muscles and hairy chest being uncovered. He startled when he felt Joseph's hands on him, lifting his shirt over his head.

Joseph buried his face in the crook of Caden's neck as he unbuttoned his pants and slid his hands in to grip Caden's already hard, leaking cock. He licked up to Caden's ear before whispering while teasing the delicate skin. "Relax, buddy. Once you're done with Max, you can have Python. Bet Tiger wants you in his ass again too."

Caden shivered. He got a flashback to when he'd had sex with Tiger and as if it were possible, his dick got harder. His attention was drawn back to Max when the man let out a growl.

"I think that means he wants you, Caden." Joseph pulled down Caden's khakis and underwear and had him step out, so he was now standing totally exposed to the hairy bodybuilder.

"Fuck, you were right. He's going to look so good mounted on my dick." Max's voice was low and rumbly, and his eyes were full of lust. His massive cock stood out as if demanding to be noticed.

"He's big..." Caden licked his lips and thought that Max might be the biggest he'd taken.

"Mm, but think how good that's going to feel inside you." Joseph continued to run his hands over Caden as they watched Max crawl onto the bed and lie on his back.

"Move closer to the foot, Max, and put your feet on the floor," Joseph instructed.

Caden felt a chill as Joseph moved away and then returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. "Grease up that monster while I get you ready."

He fumbled with the cap but managed to get it open and poured a good bit of the clear gel into his hand. Caden reached out and took the thick cock in his hand. It was warm and velvety soft but so hard under the skin. Caden worried a little at how thick Max was but didn't think he was that much bigger than Dad, maybe a little longer. He would get it inside him no matter how much it hurt.

"Eep!" Caden froze as he felt slick fingers push inside him. He lifted on his toes at the surprise invasion and then sighed and slowly relaxed and pushed back as Joseph's fingers did their magic. Caden wanted more. He didn't understand what had changed, but he desperately needed to be filled. He didn't just want a cock inside him, he needed it like he needed air.

"That's the way. My slutty boy likes having his hole played with, doesn't he? You can't wait to have that thick beast stretching you open and filling you up. Bet you're already thinking of being bred and having a huge load of man cream pumped into your ass."

"Mmmm." Caden wasn't sure he could form words. Joseph was stretching him open and hitting that magic spot inside him, making his head spin. Caden stroked Max's dick grinning at the pre-cum that bubbled out of him. He liked knowing he could affect men this way and was anxious to feel it in his body.

"You're ready. Straddle him, and I'll help you get him inside. The cream I used will make it easier; I know you don't want to wait."

Joseph removed his fingers, and Caden immediately felt empty and needy. He straddled Max, bracing his hands on the powerful pecks and pushing back as Joseph lined them up. He bit his lip at the burn and stretch as Max's thick cock head breached him. Yes, need this, he thought as he forced himself down. It took concentration and some deep breathing to resist pulling back off.

"Holy fuck, that's hot. Caden, you look so fucking sexy mounted on my dick." Max's voice came out rough.

"That's the way. Take it slow. He's going to feel so good inside you." Joseph massaged Caden's ass cheeks as he slowly sank down, taking the dick inch by inch. He let out a deep moan when he was fully seated and enjoyed the overly full sensation.

"Fuck. I can't hold back long, kid. I need to move." Max's voice sounded strained.

"He's got an amazing hole, doesn't he, Max? Tight and hot and squeezing you just right." Joseph rubbed circles on Caden's back as he began to raise and then lower himself, feeling the hard cock stroking his channel.

"Fuuuuuck," Max groaned through clenched teeth.

Caden agreed. Max's huge cock felt incredible and filled him perfectly, hitting his spot just right as he moved up and down. A cry to the side caught his attention, and he turned just in time to see Python swallowing Tiger's load-or at least trying to, given the stream of jizz running down his chin.

"What?" Max cried out, and his hips punched up, going deep into Caden and making him quiver.

"So tight, Max. You really need to give your hole more attention. Keep breathing and focus on Caden while I open you up."

"Joseph..." Max gasped.

"Shhhh... Deny it all you want, but I know what you need. Ride him hard, Caden, he's not going to be able to move as well once I get started. And don't forget those tits, he likes them played with."

Caden already had his hands on Max's chest to steady himself, it didn't take much to move so his thumbs teased the already swollen nubs. The pecs were huge, and the large nipples turned hard as soon as he touched them.

Max groaned and threw his head back.

"Really, Max. You should let more guys use this ass." Joseph was pressed against Caden's back, and Caden could feel him thrusting into the giant. Joseph's arms wrapped around Caden. "Tiger. Before you two go at it, move up to the bed so you can suck my boy while you get fucked." Joseph started teasing and pinching Caden's nipples as he nibbled and bit at his neck.

"What the fuck, Joseph," Max rasped.

"I missed your pussy, Max. Guess I shouldn't be complaining about you holding out since it makes you so damned tight."

"Awwwww, shit." Max let out a whimper. His pecs were flexing as Caden abused his nipples and continued to bounce on his cock. He swiveled his hips then slammed down, trying to get Max as deep as he could.

Warm, wet heat engulfed Caden's aching cock, and he froze for a moment. Looking down, he saw Tiger's blond head eagerly slurping at his dick while Python pounded Tiger's pert ass from behind.

"Now, isn't this better? Everyone is getting what they need. Er...almost. You're going to want all of them to fuck you and fill you up with their cum, won't you, Caden?" Joseph bit his earlobe, and Caden shivered. Joseph's voice dropped to a whisper. "You'll have to share with Max, though. He needs fucked even more than you."

"Yes, pleeeeeease." The thought alone almost made Caden cum. He wiggled and ground himself as hard as he could down onto Max's cock. He wanted it so deep he could feel it in the back of his throat.

"You feel so fucking amazing," Max gripped Caden's arm. "Pinch them harder."

"Just think, Max. Soon we'll all be living together, and you can have Caden's sweet hole whenever you want, maybe even share him with Peter. Just like I'm going to have yours." Joseph's tone had an edge that made the hair on Caden's neck stand on end.

"I'd like that," Caden said, thinking that Max could probably get him to orgasm just fucking him without ever touching his dick. But having that beast inside while Tiger sucked him and Joseph abused his nipples was going to push him over the edge any minute. Caden let out a whine as Tiger sucked even harder, and the orgasm hit him. Tiger slurped and sucked up every drop making Caden's head spin with how intense it was.

Tiger pulled back with another swipe of his tongue, and Joseph lifted Caden off of Max.

"Nooooo." He wanted Max's cock in him. Caden was pushed down face first onto the mattress. He felt the plastic against his face, sticky and smelling of dust. It clung to the perspiration on his body. Strong hands gripped the back of his thighs and spread his legs before a solid weight pressed him into the bed. Max's cock forced its way back inside him, and he sighed in relief.

Max's arm wrapped around his neck while the other hand teased his lips before forcing fingers into his mouth.

"Suck," Max growled, thrusting three fingers in and out of Caden's mouth and over his tongue.

The weight of Max on top of him and being held so tight didn't freak him out, if anything, he felt safer. Max's cock was slamming into him hard and deep, just the way he liked. He sucked on Max's fingers, imagining it was a dick. Caden would readily admit he liked having one in his mouth while he was fucked.

A cry of what sounded like pain pulled Caden out of his blissful state. He couldn't move his head to see what was going on, but he heard Joseph.

"Fucking crime. You should take better care of this hungry ass, Python. Why are you guys so against getting a good dicking? We both know it's what you want. Hell, it's what this hole needs." The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh let Caden fill in the gaps, and he smiled.

"Breed me, Max," Caden begged when Max pulled his fingers out long enough for Caden to get a deep breath.

"Oh, I plan on it." Max had set a brutal rhythm, and Caden realized he was going to orgasm again just from the beating his prostate was taking.

Seconds later, it felt like Max was trying to crawl inside him, his cock going deeper and squeezing his prostate. Caden came so hard he thought he might black out. He was pretty sure Max was cumming inside him from the wet feeling and the sounds. The plastic against his slick cock was too much, and it seemed to prolong his orgasm, shooting stream after stream onto the bed.

"Fuck." Max let out a loud groan and slowly pulled out, leaving Caden feeling empty.

"I got Python opened up for you, Max, have at it." Joseph helped Caden sit, and Tiger scooted in on his back, pulling his legs back and exposing his recently fucked hole.

"Fuck me, Caden. Please..." Tiger's eyes were glazed, and he was biting at his lip as he begged.

Caden wasn't sure how he was still hard, but Joseph helped him get in position, and he was soon sliding into Tiger's creamy tight channel. He squeezed his eyes closed as he sank deep until their bodies were pressed together. Tiger grabbed the back of Caden's neck and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss.

He let out a long moan and quivered as he felt Joseph's cock slide into him. Caden had to pause to catch his breath, then resumed sliding into Tiger as he fucked himself on Joseph's cock.

"You're doing so good, Caden. I'll keep your ass company until Python can fuck you." Joseph's hands ran over his sides and across his chest until he found his nipples and began pulling.

Caden stopped trying to think and let himself get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. On some level, he knew when Python had taken over for Joseph, and Caden eagerly sucked Max's cock as a stranger took the bodybuilder. Maybe if he were more with it, he would have wondered who the other guys were that had joined them.

Dr. Blake Connor | Scene 6

"Dr. Smalley should be here any minute. Do you need anything?" Claire asked.

"Have you heard from Joseph? I thought he and Caden were coming in today?" Blake asked.

"I'm sorry, it totally slipped my mind. He called and said he and Caden were taking care of some things at the new house and had drafted Max to help."

"That's good. I think he's really looking forward to moving into the new place, and if he can get Max more enthused, that's a win." Blake looked at his notes to remind himself of why he was meeting with Smalley.

"I need to step away for a few minutes. I'll forward the phone to Martha. Is that okay?" Claire asked.

"That's fine." Blake watched Claire leave then what she'd said earlier struck him. Why would Joseph call Claire and not him? He could have texted... That's odd. He thought for a moment and remembered that Joseph was meeting with Craig and Diablo as well so everyone knew what room they were moving into.

"Ready for me?" Dr. Smalley asked from the doorway. Taipan was blocking him from entering, and Cobra was looking at him from the outer office in question. "Anyone ever tell you guys that you look especially hot and dangerous?"

Blake laughed as he saw the confused look on Cobra's face. He was sure Taipan wore a similar expression, but he couldn't see his face-though his shoulders did tense up.

"They know they're hot and are milking it for all they can." Blake smirked at the scowl Cobra sent his way. "Ah, so have they met Dr. Wakahisa? I'm sure he'd love to get these two strapped in for a ride."

"Come on in, Andy, before you break them." Blake enjoyed Dr. Smalley's sense of humor, but the Vipers were already a little tense.

Dr. Smalley sat on the couch and turned to give Taipan a serious once- over. The guard tensed and stared straight ahead, but it was obvious he could feel the doctor's eyes on him. "Mm. Must be awful to have to look at all that muscle and that bulge without touching."

"Quit. You've already got them both unnerved." Blake smiled as he sat across from Dr. Smalley.

"They're so fun to play with." Dr. Smalley grinned. "The tighter they're wound and the more repressed they are..." He laughed. "Well, you know."

"Oh, I do." Blake leaned back and crossed his legs. "What's the verdict?"

"Always straight to business." Dr. Smalley gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Yeah, but this is good stuff." Blake winked.

"You hope so. And to avoid any more stress, you'll be happy. Tests and evaluations are complete for all three, Eric Kerr, Justin Kofield, and Paul Decker."

"I wasn't worried about Kerr and Kofield. They worked for Corsic, so they had to at least be Bi and flexible."

"And you'd be correct. Justin tested as Bi with a slight leaning toward men, Eric was too but with a very strong preference for men. He did admit to one relatively serious relationship with a woman, but it was back in college. Nothing unusual from either. No strong fetishes or kinks, but neither are overly judgmental. They both are above average on IQ and intelligence testing, both extroverts. Unfortunately both suffer from PTSD, nightmares, and have a few triggers from their time with Corsic and then the stuff with Smith.

"Something we can work with?" Blake asked.

"Definitely. They're fully functional, and I think they'll take well to the Lab and our culture."

"Do you think they're a threat? What's the level of risk of bringing them onto our team?" Even with safeguards and the chips, Blake didn't want to be blindsided.

"Treat them well, and I think the risk is minimal. If you can make the dad and brother happy, that will cement things for you." Dr. Smalley waited for Blake to process.

"Ongoing treatment?" Blake asked.

"All three of them need therapy. Don't take this the wrong way but I wouldn't put them with Blythe. They need a gentle, compassionate approach based on what they've been through. You probably won't be surprised but Corsic was a bit of a sadist and had a cruel streak. Some of the things he did..." Smalley shook his head.

"Yeah, not surprised. You think they'll do okay on Carl's team? From their work history, I think it would be the best fit."

Dr. Smalley sat back and was quiet for a long pause. "Yes. I think Carl will be good for them. Not that he needs to take them to his dungeon, but his management style should be fine."

"And Decker?"

Dr. Smalley laughed. "What a mess. I know, not professional, but..." Dr. Smalley shook his head. "Smith did a real number on his self-confidence. It's going to take some effort to build trust and get him past being suspicious of everyone. On top of that, I don't think he realized that he wasn't straight until meeting our guys."

"Late bloomer?" Blake asked.

"There is no set timeframe for when people figure out their sexuality. Some never do and live a very unsatisfied life. From what he shared, I think he's always been isolated or sheltered from the LGBTQ world. Religious family and upbringing, private schools, and then working for agencies that have strong ties to the military, which is still struggling with inclusion and acceptance. I think being around openly gay men and PDA has raised questions and feelings he doesn't know how to deal with."

"How did he test?" Blake wasn't surprised by anything Dr. Smalley had told him; his struggle was with what to do to help the guy going forward.

"Gay. I can't say for certain; however, the indicators are that he'd really like someone else to take control in the bedroom. Not a sub, per se. More of wanting someone else to be in charge and responsible. Somewhat the opposite of his work and outward presentation."

"Huh..." Blake ran through their interactions and how Decker had responded when he'd done the physical exam. "Any concerns about starting man on man training or physical interactions for any of the three?"

"I'd take it slow with Decker and make it more personalized until he's got some experience under his belt. The other two, I think you can start right away," Dr. Smalley said.

"They'll all need new names, given what went down. Is that going to create an issue for any of them?"

"Not based on what I know of them. Best way to get them settled is with connections to other people. It can be individuals, belonging to a team, it doesn't matter as long as they start feeling grounded and know they're a part of something. Right now, all three are adrift with their prior lives and everything they know being taken away."

"Yeah. Can't change that." Blake thought for a minute. "Can you put together some recommendations on how to integrate them? Also any suggestions for the best intimacy or sex for each to help them engage? I'll be doing their official intake tomorrow and let them know what's happening."

"Already started. But I can already tell you that Decker has a soft spot for you. Think about it. Can I change subjects?"

"Of course."

"I don't know the details of what went down with Toby, but whatever it was, keep doing it. If he hasn't already given you an answer, I'm ninety- nine percent sure he's going to accept."

"That's awesome, Joseph will be thrilled." Guess that means topping needs to be part of Toby's curriculum. Hm...I bet Caden would love to help him out. Blake realized he'd zoned out for a second. "How's Brad Junior doing? We threw him a few curves," Blake asked.

"He's still a spoiled dick. Sorry." Dr. Smalley ran a hand over his face. "Okay, let's try that again. No substantial changes. His attitude remains that it's all about him. He's glad that his dad is recovering but more focused on how his life will be affected. He's really torn over the 'uncle' thing and is freaked out by how his body responds to the man. He's still hanging on to the idea that 'he's fine' and that he can stop at any time."

"That's not gonna happen. Two more weeks, and I guarantee his dick addiction is permanent, and he'll be spreading his legs for the rest of his privileged life."

"I wish I could say I felt sorry for him but nope, not even a hint. We've had a lot of spoiled, well-off boys come through here since I've been counseling, none of them have been as clueless or irritating as Brad." Dr. Smalley leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "I don't think you're going to salvage anything out of that one, so milk as much out of his good looks and nice body as you can."

"What is this emotion I'm seeing?" Blake gave a fake gasp, and Dr. Smalley flipped him off.

"You spend as much time with him as I have and see what you think."

"Anyone else on your radar as a concern?" Blake asked.

Smalley paused. "Hm... Jacob. But you've already got a good plan for him, and I worry about Walker. Though, I think the best thing for him would be active sex and learning that his new body parts can bring pleasure. He won't even masturbate. I think he's afraid of being disappointed."

"I still feel awful about what we did to him. It was wrong on so many levels."

"You can't take blame for that one. That's all on Gene Barrett. You made it the best outcome you could under the circumstances you were forced into. Focus on helping Walker recover." Dr. Smalley gave Blake his sternest glare, Blake had to fight the smile-the man was cute when he glared.

"I've got some ideas, and I think tormenting Smith in the interim will keep him occupied. Thanks, Andy."

Dr. Smalley stood and glanced over at the Viper guard. An eyebrow raised, and Blake knew what question he was asking.

"Yeah. It's gonna happen. I guess I should be proud of the restraint he's shown to this point."

Smalley let out a loud laugh. "You are so fucked," Dr. Smalley said as he walked out of the office.

Blake gave Taipan another look. He had an attractive athletic build, just shy of six feet with thick brown hair, a ruddy tan complexion with blue- gray eyes set off by dark lashes. He'd turn heads for sure. What to do? He thought to himself, then looked over at the mini-fridge in his bar. Blake walked over and pulled out two of the doctored bottled waters before approaching Taipan.

"It's been a while since you guys had a break. At least take a water." Blake handed one to Taipan, then stepped out to give one to Cobra.

"Thanks," Cobra said, twisting off the cap.

"Of course. Gotta look out for my protectors, right?" Blake returned to his desk. He glanced up and wondered if he should feel guilty. Strangely, he wasn't bothered in the least. Turning back to his computer, he focused on work.

Claire knocked at the doorframe, and Blake looked up, surprised at the time.

"Blake, Anna Louise Keaton is here." Claire sounded concerned.

"Here? I thought we were scheduled for a call?" Blake ran through possible scenarios in his head of why she'd be here in person, none of them good.

"That's correct. She said there was a change of plans, and she was in the area." Claire's eyes communicated her skepticism clearly. Blake could understand since Keaton was based in Washington-on the opposite side of the country.

"Please send her in." Blake stood and adjusted his suitcoat. He took a deep breath and put on his best poker face.

Anna Louise Keaton paused and whispered to Taipan before the Viper stepped out of the office and pulled the door closed behind him.

"Dr. Connor." Anna Louise extended a hand, but her smile did not reach her eyes.

"To what do I owe the honor of an in-person visit?" Blake gestured to the couch, and they both sat.

"The Board." Anna Louise dusted invisible lint from her slacks. Her posture was stiff.

"Is there a problem?" Blake figured there was no point in avoiding it.

"Not as far as the Board is concerned. You may feel differently." Anna Louise shrugged.

"Can we dispense with pleasantries and get to the reason you're here?" Blake asked. He liked Anna Louise but also knew she was more of a messenger than a decision maker.

"Sorry, I'm afraid this isn't the day for pleasant chats." She looked tired and resigned.

"Then I guess you'd better start." Blake gestured for her to continue.

"The International Board met over the weekend. There were a number of topics on the agenda, including a requested audience from my superiors. I was not invited but received a call yesterday to get on a plane and be prepared to make an in-person call on you today."

"Okaaaay..."

"Yeah. I apologize for not being more organized in my thoughts. I only received my directives an hour ago. I'm still processing." Anna Louise took a deep breath. "I may not have the answers to your questions, but I promise I'll follow up on any open items. There was no particular order, so if you'll indulge me, I'll review in the sequence they were given to me."

"Of course." Blake tried to remain calm.

Anna Louise pulled a small notebook out of her purse. "First. Personal guards and additional security will be required ongoing. They suggest contracting the Vipers and/or Spades indefinitely. They've been vetted and approved, and the Board is comfortable with their discretion."

"Are any of these negotiable?" Blake asked.

"I'm sorry, but I was given to understand that the decisions are final and...well, you're expected to comply." Anna Louise's voice rose like it was a question, but Blake knew it wasn't. She seemed as nervous as he was.

"Go ahead."

She glanced back at her notes. "They understand you were given a supply of the Black Market Blue. They want you to reverse engineer or replicate its effects. Those being permanent changes, ability to override orientation, and a disabling need for sex with no filters." She glanced up, her cheeks notably red. "May I assume you know what they're referring to?"

"I do." Blake took a deep breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck, they want to weaponize Blue. That's the only explanation.

"Okay. Next was, they have learned that you have a Beta, a candidate who is likely to display the same reaction to Blue as Joseph Connor. They want that person, Benjamin Baker, to be started on Blue as soon as it can be set up. They want regular reports on the status of the experiment and outcomes."

Blake felt a chill down his spine. He'd never reported that Ben had tested as a Beta. He'd even had Carl wipe it from their records. How could they possibly know unless someone internal... Fuck.

"Are you well? Do you need a minute?"

"Sorry, that one was a shock. Do you have any idea how they learned of the Beta?"

Her response was raised eyebrows.

"I had to ask," Blake said.

"And the last one... I am sorry to be the one to deliver the news because I know you're going to be upset. The International Board accepted a request from the US for you to assist with the overflow of potentially problematic agents who were rounded up in the dismantling of the Agency."

"Before I let my imagination interpret that and fill in the blanks, perhaps you'd tell me what exactly that means." Blake wondered if he should count backward-maybe from a million.

"The issues with the Agency were deeper and more wide-spread than expected. The number of persons who should be sent through trial and who'd be almost guaranteed a long prison sentence is more than our system can handle. There is also a concern about the public reaction to the amount of corruption. My superiors have decided to make an example of a select group and have the others disappear."

"Disappear?" Blake wasn't feeling better about this.

"The chaos and backlash that could be generated if some of these agents talked... Let's just say not good. Since the system can't handle all of them and we don't have the means to silence all of them when they're going through a public trial, other alternatives are being explored."

"And that affects me, or the Lab, how?"

"The International Board approved funds and provisions for the Lab to accommodate up to twenty ex-agents, both male and female." Anna Louise visibly cringed, waiting for a reaction.

"Do they not understand that this is not a prison? That we don't have the facilities or security to keep them secure, let alone feed them and house them? We're at full capacity when we have all the test subjects in house." Blake struggled with the logistics of how it would be feasible.

"I think they're still working out some of the details but that was the funds and provisions part. They plan to authorize an increase in your operating budget-yes they know it cuts into profits-and will approve renovation and construction to make it possible. But, Dr. Connor, they're not expecting them to be prisoners who are housed and ignored."

"Wait, you're saying I have to entertain them and train them on new job skills so they can start over?"

Anna Louise gave a sad laugh. "No, Dr. Connor, they want you to use them as test subjects for making your version of the black market Blue. Except for a few select individuals, they are giving you the youngest, healthiest agents. You can use them however you want as long as they can still be test subjects. You'll need to limit their interactions since they still pose a risk of speaking out."

"And the agents who aren't young and healthy?" Blake had to ask.

"Not your problem." Anna Louise's response was cold and final.

"Fuck, it sounds like you're going to dig a big hole and..." Blake stopped when he saw Anna Louise's expression. That and her silence said it all. "This was a lot bigger than what happened with us, wasn't it? I'm not asking for details." Blake held up his hands.

"It was."

"You sure know how to ruin a day," Blake grumbled. "So, when will I get the details or learn who is being sent my way?"

"Within a few days. There will have to be some interim steps while the facilities are prepared. A couple of the agents who were close to Smith know too much and will be delivered tomorrow. I know you can handle that number, so don't even try to push back. The others will come later. We still have to develop a plausible catastrophe to explain how so many agents were 'killed.'" Anna Louise made air quotes. "Many have family and friends who will need to move on."

"Do you realize how cold and inhumane you sound right now?"

Anna Louise snorted and ran a hand over her face. "I do, but this isn't up for debate. We have our orders."

Blake wanted to say he hadn't joined the military or signed up for any of this, but it wouldn't change a thing, and he doubted they'd be any more compassionate with him. He didn't want to end up in an unmarked grave or have an example made of his family.

"It is a lot to process, I know. I have a card for the person who will be calling to help with the facilities and any renovations. Expect to hear from him tomorrow as well." Anna Louise laid a business card on the coffee table. "The two men being delivered tomorrow may not be ideal for testing the new Blue; totally your call. As long as they don't interact or communicate with the outside world, you can do whatever you like with them. As far as we're concerned, once they're delivered, they're dead."

"Harsh. I'm guessing these two aren't young and fit?"

"I don't know that it was even a consideration, and I honestly can't tell you why it was decided to send them to you versus other options." Anna Louise shrugged.

"Can you tell me who?" Blake asked, wondering if he'd interacted with them.

"No, I don't know who they are."

Blake let out a heavy sigh. "Any 'good' news for me?"

"I thought the additional funding and resources was a plus." Anna Louise paused, and a pained look crossed her face as she adjusted herself nervously.

"What? You thought of something else, didn't you?"

"Not 'officially.' One of the other board members, unrelated to these demands, said that some of the other member countries were perhaps considering sending some 'subjects' your way that they didn't want to deal with, but wanted out of the picture."

Blake ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck, I'm starting to feel like I'm the evil doctor running one of those secret black ops facilities in a bad movie."

"Not evil, but you've been running a black ops facility for years, Dr. Connor, whether you want to accept it or not."

"Well, I know why you showed up in person." Blake looked at Anna Louise, wondering if there was anything else.

"Thank you for your time, Dr. Connor. I'll be in touch." Anna Louise stood and extended her hand.

"You know where to find me." Blake shook her hand and walked with her to the door.

"Yes, we do." She nodded and stepped out while Taipan returned and gave Blake a concerned look.

He waited until the elevator doors closed and Anna Louise Keaton was gone. Blake caught Taipan's eye. "Yes, she meant it exactly like it sounded."

Maximillian Moore | Scene 7

Max was confused. He felt completely exhausted and wasn't sure he had the energy to open his eyes. His brain was foggy, and he couldn't remember where he was, but it felt strange. His skin was tight and crusty, and the smell... That's weird, he thought. Why does it smell like jizz?

As he lay still, trying to get his brain to swim through the molasses that was clogging his thoughts, he heard someone.

"...out for a while..."

"...feeling better?"

"...to be patient for a while longer. I got things in motion..."

"...Caden's mine, and he'd be a bad choice, they're watching him too closely..."

"...of course he'll accept. What choice does..."

Max tried to make sense of what he was hearing. He wasn't even sure who was talking; his brain was too muddy. He was losing the struggle and gave up fighting, letting his mind drift and sleep take him.

"Time to wake up, Max." The voice was loud and sent a jolt through him.

Max tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt glued shut. Reaching up, he rubbed away something crusty, and his nose wrinkled at the strong scent of cum. Finally opening his eyes, Max realized he was at the new house, staring up at the ceiling.

"You okay there, big guy? You zonked out for a while. Figured you'd want me to wake you up so you can get a shower. Python's almost done; then it's all yours," Joseph said.

"What...what happened? Did you have a spell?" Max rasped.

"Not sure why it has to be my fault when you let go. I think I'm offended," Joseph crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine." Max sat up and cringed. His skin was crusted with spooge- everywhere. There were three strange, naked men passed out on the bed around him, another guy was lying on the floor. A glance around the bed gave him some clues, hardhats, heavy boots, discarded clothing- construction guys.

"I am so bloody fucked," Python complained as he stepped into the room, running his hands through his still wet hair.

"Nah, it'll be fine, Python. Ask Tiger," Joseph said and pointed.

Max turned and felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't even noticed the guy standing in the doorway. For as messed up as Max felt, Tiger looked like he always did, handsome and put together.

"He's right." Tiger blushed. "You gonna put a word in for him with the bossman?" Tiger asked.

"Of course. I already texted Cobra," Joseph said.

"So, you'll likely get a promotion to security specialist and a bump in pay. Once that happens, you're on the preferred list for guarding the Connors," Tiger explained.

"Crikey. You're serious?" Python joined Tiger at the door.

"Yeah, Cotton got a promotion too." Tiger glanced at Joseph nervously.

"Hell yeah. If Caden were in here, he'd tell you Cotton absolutely deserved it." Joseph turned to Max. "You really need a shower, big guy, you're kinda rank."

"Where's Caden? Is he okay?" Max asked, trying not to think about being totally naked in front of everyone.

"Why wouldn't he be? He's downstairs in his room putting away some of the stuff we bought this morning." Joseph grinned and didn't hide that he was looking at Max's dick.

"Can you help me find my clothes?" Max asked.

"Already in the bathroom."

Max stood and groaned. The pain came moments before the wet drips sliding down his leg registered. His ass felt like someone had driven a freight train up his hole and run over his balls on the way. Oh, fuck... Max didn't want to remember, but it didn't stop the images from coming back to him. What the hell did I do?

Limping into the bath, he did his best to ignore everyone. Once out of sight, he put his fingers to his hole and groaned. He was still tender, and yes, there was a shit ton of spooge leaking out of him. He saw towels laid out and wondered how Joseph had managed it. He turned on the shower and realized this would soon be his home.

"You okay, Max?" Joseph stepped into the bath, closing the door behind him.

"Sore, but I'll be fine." Max stepped under the hot sprays and sighed. "You actually let those strangers fuck Caden?"

"Of course not. Those were the guys you invited in and begged to fuck you. They didn't touch Caden."

Max turned and stared in horror at Joseph. "I what?"

END CHAPTER 29

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