The Ties That Bind Part 02 The Ties That Bind
Chapter 02
By: CJZ♂
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4th of July, 2013
Prairie County, Virginia
U.S.A
Well, it took an exhausting and grueling seven fucking hours, but I was finally done!
The grid for Prarie County was up and running, thank God.
I hope all the fucking rednecks in the area appreciate that I fixed their fucking grid.
Not only did it collapse on the hottest day of the fucking summer, but on my day off as well.
It was now past 7:00 p.m. and the sun was still up high. It would be at least another two and a half hours before it finally set.
I was drenched in sweat, dirt and thirsty.
If I stay out any longer under this scorching hot sun, I'll collapse due to a fucking heatstroke.
I need to find some shade or even a place to cool off.
I had taken off my t-shirt, soaked it in water and wrapped it around my head in order to keep cool. Every part of my body ached and felt baked under the hot and blistering sun.
Even though I had sprayed and doused myself from head to toe with suntan lotion, as I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, I resembled a boiled lobster.
I was so fucking thirsty that I'd give anything for an ice cold beer. And my stomach was growling loudly and painfully demanding food, as well.
"Fuck! I'm starving!"
At that moment, I thought of the nice barbeque that everyone must have enjoyed back home.
All that yummy food, all those mouth watering desserts and all the cold beer a man could ever ask for.
That's when I cursed my father-in-law, outloud.
"I hope you choke on a fucking chicken wing, General! You, fucking son-of-a-..."
I sighed and took another sip of warm water from my waterbottle.
"What's the fucking use in complaining? It just makes it worse..."
As I sat on my truck, images of spicy chicken wings, chicken breasts, steaks, hamburgers, ribs, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and all kinds of pasta salads danced in front of my eyes.
My stomach started growling, loudly.
I also pictured my mom's famous, apple crumble pie that she bakes every 4th of July. Along with the most delicious strawberry cheese cake that she picks up from Boston on the way here, just for me.
"Stop, thinking about food, you fucking pussy!" I yelled out loud.
I layed back on the truck and stretched out on the front seat.
"I gotta stop torturing myself like this..."
I had a massive and painful headache and so I decided to call it in.
"Fuck this! I'm done, I'm outta here."
The number one rule is, that once a grid is up and running, you should stick around for an hour just to make sure nothing goes wrong. Afterall, the last thing you want is for the grid to collapse again while you're on your way home and have to comeback and start all over again.
But, I was beat.
I couldn't take the fucking heat any longer!
I checked everything three times(everything looked fine, safe and secure) and decided that I was done.
I grabbed the radio and called the station.
"This is Brodie on County Road 26, in Prarie County. Come in, dispatch..."
Static...
"This is Mark Brodie on County Road, 26 in Prarie County. Dispatch, do you copy?..."
More static...
Sigh...
"Fucking great! Why, does this shit always happen to me?"
I took off the barely moist t-shirt from my head and tossed it in the front seat.
I grabbed my cell phone and tried calling home.
No signal. Ofcourse!
"That's fucking perfect! Taylor must be wondering what's taking me so fucking long. She's gonna be pissed!"
After drinking so many gallons of water throught the afternoon, I needed to take a major piss.
"Well, I better not get the third degree from her tonight. 'Cause, I'm not in the fucking mood, not at all!"
High on a hill and leaning against a tree, a pair of eyes were watching the tired and sun baked, Mark Brodie.
With a pair of powerful binoculars Mark was being watched and every move he made was also being recorded.
"The General has volunteered quite the magnificent specimen. Wouldn't you say so, Dr.Lee?"
Dr.Lee nodded his head, as he read from a tablet in his hands.
"Yes, he has. He actually came through on his promise. Mark Brodie is quite the unique specimen..."
CONFIDENTIAL
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
Test Subject
Name: Mark Ewen Brodie
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Height: 6' 6" (196 cm)
Weight: 225 lbs
Date Of Birth: February 09, 1978
Place of Birth: Boston, Massachusetts
Country: U.S.A
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Blood Type: 0+
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Married
Religion: Roman Catholic
Political Party: Democrat
Wife: Taylor Jacqueline Brodie
Children: Fraternal Male Twins
- Twins, born 2 minutes apart
First born: Ewen Nathan Brodie
Second born: Michael Taylor Brodie
Note:
-Wife is currently pregnant
-12th week ultrasound reveals gender of the baby is Male
-The father(Mark Ewen Brodie) is at this moment, unaware of the pregnancy.
-Obstetrician and Gynecologist (OB-GYN) Dr.James Himmler
Father: Ewen Nathan Brodie (Scottish)
Mother: Colleen Kerry Brodie (Irish)
Religion: Roman Catholic
Schooling:
University: Notre Dame - full athletic scholarship -
Position: Quarterback for the Fighting Irish
Employment:
Company: Blitzkrieg Electrical Co.
Position: High Voltage Electrical Engineer
Yearly Salary: $60,000
New Position: District Team Leader (Effective Immediately)
New Approved Salary: $75,000
Pets: Dog
Breed: English Cocker Spaniel
Name: Roan
Health:
Fitness/Exercise: Pass (Above average)
-Subject goes to the local "Athletic Club" 4 times a week.
-Subject keeps in shape/active by playing in a number of sports, such as football, basketball, soccer, tennis, swimming and also jogging .
Yearly mental assessment: Pass (Above average)
Blood pressure: Pass 120/70 (Normal)
-Subject is vaccinated for Tetanus and Hepatitis
-Non-smoker
-No history of drug use/abuse
-Light alcohol consumption.
-Blood, urine and heart test results all clean.
-Sperm Count: 990 million/ml
Dr.Lee smiled as he read the last entry.
"Brodies sperm count is...magnificent.
The last batch that we have of his virile sperm, shows that they're all oval heads with long tails and very healthy. He's an extremely fertile man and we need to get more samples. Many, many more samples..."
Dr.Lee's assistant nodded and looked down below at Mark who was completely unaware that he was been watched and recorded.
The skinny assistant licked his lips, as he sighed.
"He's an aquarius, isn't he?"
Dr.Lee nodded.
"Yes, he is. But, I tend to follow Chinese astrology. I find it to be more accurate, more precise, as his sign is the horse."
The skinny medical assistant couldn't help but to giggle.
"Yes and I've heard that he's hung like one too."
Dr.Lee rolled his eyes, turned to face his assistant and gave him an angry look.
"That's enough! Stop wasting time and send out the mole."
The skinny assistant bowed as a form of forgiveness, as well as submission.
"Right away, Dr.Lee."
The assistant then took out a radio from his lab coat pocket.
"Send in the old man. Everyone to their posts and contact the Bar that the subject will be on his way, soon!"
Mark was shaking the last droplets of piss from his uncut dick, when he heard a rustling behind him. As he slowly turned a round while zipping up, he saw an old man walking his dog.
As the old man got closer, he waved at Mark.
"Hiya there, sonny."
Mark waved back.
The old man looked to be in his late 70's and he comically resembled an old prospector.
"Hello there..."
The old coot spit out a large wad of chewing tabacco, as he eyed Mark from top to bottom.
"Thanks to you, young man I'll be sleeping confortably tonight. Much obliged, young man, much obliged."
Mark smiled and nodded his head.
"Yes, the grid is up and running. The whole county should be able to sleep confortably tonight. That is, if they have A/C."
The old man nodded and took out more chewing tobacco from his filthy shirt pocket. He shoved a handfull into his gritty and foul smelling mouth.
"Oh, I do have it, youngens. Oh, you bet your sweet ass, I do!"
Mark tried his best to suppress his laughter and smiled.
"Well, then I'm glad."
Mark then started to carefully pack his tools and put them in his truck. The old man walked up to Mark and kept stuffing chewing tobacco in his mouth like his life depended on it.
"You heading home, sonny?"
Mark started the truck and turned on the A/C to full blast.
"Yes, I am. Especially after the long fucking day that I've had. Besides, I got a feast or at least some leftovers waiting for me, back home."
Mark smiled and tried once again to call home on his cell.
Still, no signal.
Fuck!
The old man reeked of booze and skunk as well?
"Well, isn't that nice. Mmm, yes...mighty nice indeed. I bet the little woman has some tasty treats waiting for ya at home?"
Mark nodded.
"Well that's good, but if you're thirsty sonny. There's an old bar down the road that's always open, and you could stop there before heading home."
Mark looked interested.
"Yeah? Is it close by?"
The old man nodded and gave Mark a toothy and yellow grin.
"Oh yeah, youngens. Not far at all, not far at all and them got nice cold beer and good food too!"
Mark looked at his wristwatch.
It read, 7:45 p.m.
"Mmm, I don't know. I mean, I should really be heading home. It's been a very long fucking day for me."
The old man scratched his long and dirty beard.
"They got good grub, I tell ya what. Cooked by a coloured boi from New Orleans. Good fucking cook, too!"
Mark bit his lip and tried again not to laugh.
"Coloured boy, you say?"
The old man just nodded and scratched his filthy head.
Mark sighed.
It did sound tempting...
"Well, it would be nice to get out of this fucking heat and cool off..."
The old man nodded and was all smiles.
Mark looked again at his wristwatch.
"So, where abouts is this place?"
The old man's green eyes twinkled under the hot sun.
"I'd say about a mile over 'em hills. Not far, not far at all, youngens."
The dirty old coot pointed west.
"Just keep heading west, my boy. There's no chance in hell that you can miss it."
Mark nodded and turned on the ignition.
"Well, allright then and thanks for letting me know. I'll head over there and check the place out. It was nice meeting you."
The old man smiled and watched as Mark drove away and waved goodbye.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, that was some sweet morsel. Wasn't he, Bandit?"
The old man was looking down at his mangy, old hound.
The dog was almost blind and deaf, but it still looked up at his master and waved his tail as he understood.
As Mark dissapeared down the dusty road, the old man took out a two way radio from his pocket.
"Mission accomplished. The bull is on his way..."
Mark drove down the dusty and bumpy road and not a soul could be seen in sight. As he drove over the last hill, he saw the "Bar" the old man had told him about.
"You've got to be kidding me! This fucking shit hole? This is the place the old man was talking about?"
Mark saw a rusted, old Ford truck and a Harley bike in the dirt parking lot and nothing else.
"Well, this has got to be the bar. There's nothing else around for miles, man this is some dump."
Mark took out his cell phone and sighed.
"Still, no fucking signal."
He looked around the empty parking lot and shook his head, side to side.
"Maybe, I should just head home. Then again, they might have a phone inside and I could call home."
Mark turned off the ignition, got out of the car and walked over to the bar.
"Shit! I don't have a shirt."
The only shirt Mark had been wearing was now covered in sweat, dust and grime and laying on the floor of his truck.
"I wonder if, no shirt...no service will apply in this cozy and charming establishment? Well, I guess I'll just have to find out."
Mark entered the bar shirtless and took a quick look around the place.
There was a biker sitting at the far side of the room nursing a beer and smoking a cigar. A cute waitress was busy cleaning some tables and the bartender at the bar was polishing some glasses.
"Evening..."
Mark walked through the door, but no one bothered to look or even answer him.
He furrowed his brow and walked in.
"Allrighty then. What a nice and friendly place." Mark muttered softly to himself.
At least the A/C was working on this dump(thanks to him).
Mark then walked up to the bar and sat on a stool.
The bartender kept polishing glasses and didn't even acknowledge him.
The waitress was in the back of the bar cleaning more tables and didn't seem to care that Mark was there, either.
When the bartender finally looked up at Mark, he nodded and walked towards him.
"What can I get ya, stranger?"
Mark looked around and scratched the stubble on his sunburnt face.
"Could I get a can of pop with a glass of ice?"
The bartender grinned as he shook his head side to side.
"Nope, sorry friend. We don't have any non-alcolic beverages. What we got here is liquor, liquor and more liquor. So, what's your poison?"
Mark sighed and scratched his head.
"Umm, I'm driving and I can't have any alcohol. What about a glass of water with ice?"
The bartender grabbed an empty glass, walked up to the sink and turned on the tap.
Brown and foul smelling water fell from the tap and into the glass.
"You seem to be out of luck, stranger. Our water pipe broke about a week ago and no one has come to fix it, yet."
Mark's patience was beginning to wear thin.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
The bartender shrugged his shoulders, rinsed the glass(with the dirty water) and put it back on the shelf.
"As I said earlier, we got booze and more booze..."
Mark took out his wallet and threw some dollar bills on the counter.
"Fine, there you go. Can I get a fucking beer?"
The bartender opened an old fridge and took out a beer.
"There you go, not exactly ice cold. Then again beggars can't be choosers, right?"
Mark gave the bartender a cold stare and took a sip.
"Guess, fucking not. So, where the hell is everybody?"
The bartender looked around the bar and then at Mark.
"It's the 4th of July long weekend, everyone's at home. I'm only here, 'cause I'm covering someone else's fucking shift. Otherwise, I'd be home enjoying myself a nice fucking barbeque and getting hammered."
Mark sighed and raised his beer in the air.
"Yup, I hear you. I got stuck with the same fucking problem myself, today."
Mark then felt the urge to take another piss.
"Hey, where's the john?"
The bartender pointed towards the back of the bar.
"Straight and to your right. There's a door at the end and stairs that leads into the basement. Head down and you'll see the men's washroom."
Mark nodded and set his beer on the counter.
"Thanks..."
As Mark walked away, the bartender kept his eyes on him while pretending to clean more glasses.
Ha! This was too fucking easy! This fucker was making things quite simple for them.
There was no way, he was going to fuck this up!
The bartender then slowly and very carefully took out a blue fluorescent vial from his jean's pocket. As he was about to open it and pour it in the beer, Mark paused and turned around.
"Hey, I almost forgot. Do you have any payphones in this place?"
The bartender's heart leapt out of his chest and he almost dropped the vial on the floor.
"Ummm, what? Uh, no...our landline is down. That's something that we also gotta repair, sorry."
Mark sighed and nodded.
"Ofcourse you do..."
Mark walked away and was then was out of sight.
The bartender blew a sigh of relief.
"Holy shit! That was too fucking close..."
The bartender waited a few seconds to see if Mark would return, but he didn't. His hands were still shaking, at the thought of how close he came to dropping the precious vial.
If he had dropped the vial, then he'd be a dead man. That's for fucking sure.
There was no room for mistakes.
Those that fucked up, paid for their mistakes...with their lives.
The waitress and the biker were also keeping their eyes in Mark as well. Once he went down into the basement, they looked at each each other, nodded and gave the signal to the bartender to go ahead.
The bartender opened his nervous hand and examined the vial of blue, fluorescent liquid.
He again, sighed...
He then very, very carefully(like his life depend it on it, and it did!) poured the glowing blue liquid into Mark's beer.
"There, that should do it. Phew..."
He then spoke into a hidden microphone inside of his shirt.
"The Ambrosia cocktail is ready. I repeat, the cocktail is ready."
Underneath the "Bar" a lab full of medical, chemical and computer technicians watched the events unfolding on the large monitors scattered around the room.
Everyone was on edge...
Many years, months, hours and minutes of planning were on the line. They had one shot and one shot at this only.
Failure was not an option and would not be tolerated.
The Senior Technician on the floor walked over to a red phone in the middle of the room and dialed a number.
"Inform Dr.Lee that the subject will be ready to be prepped, soon."
Everyone in the room, waited patiently for Mark to return to his seat and drink the rest of his "beer".
The scenario that was waiting for Mark downstairs in the men's washroom, had been prepared, but not fully tested.
Mark was to be the first test subject.
Hopefully, the first "successful" test subject.
Once Mark's lips touched his beer and taken a swallow, he would be a changed man,...forever.
Everything from how he behaved, spoke, thought, came across, dressed, etc. Would be recorded and heavily documented, analyzed and cross-analyzed.
Hidden security cameras had for months been secretly set up in and around town. They were small, inconspicuous, yet powerful enough to capture Mark's every move.
Hightech cameras had been installed in his own home, his parents, in-laws, friends, office, gym, every business in town, his work truck, his Jeep Wrangler and even the parks, where Mark jogged and played sports.
Unfortunately, for Mark there would be no going back.
Once he drank the secret elixir, his life would change forever.
For better or for worse...
Everyone carefully watched, as Mark descended down the dark stairs not knowing what he was getting into.
The creaking old stairs leading to the bathrooms had a funny smell in the air, like that of dampness and mildew.
Mark took a hold of the loose metal rail and carefully walked down the rickity old stairs.
"Jesus, this place is a lawsuit waiting to happen."
As Mark got to the bottom of the stairs, there were two doors.
The men's washroom was to the left and the women's to the right.
As he pushed the door leading into the men's room, the sight before him was something else.
"God! Don't they ever clean this fucking place?"
Even before Mark walked into the men's washroom an overwhelming stench of stale and acrid piss, punched him right in the face.
"Fuck, this place reeks!"
Two of the three mirrors by the greenish looking sinks were broken, and the remaining one was scratched to hell and covered in graffiti.
Mark then walked over to the urinals and inspected them.
The middle one was overflowing and the brownish/blackish water cascaded right into the grimy and moldy tiled floor.
The urinal to the left had a sign that read, "Out of Service" and the urinal to right was full to the brim with cigarette butts.
"Fucking animals!
Sigh.
I guess I'm using a fucking stall."
Mark looked comical, as he jumped from one tile to another, trying to avoid stepping into the large and blackish lagoon that the bathroom floor had now become.
But, it was pointless and he still managed to get his safety boots wet.
"For fuck sakes! Gotta wonder if that idiot upstairs knows about this shit. I mean, c'on..."
There were four stalls in the men's washroom.
The first stall was beyond disgusting. The toilet seat was broken and full to the brim with used toilet paper. Giant cockroaches and millipede scurried on the wet floor, as Mark walked past it.
The second stall didn't even have a toilet and the door was barely hanging from it's hinges. It was just a hole on the floor that was covered with a bucket.
"Ha! Holy shit! Now, I've seen everything."
Mark then peeked into the third stall and it actually looked useable.
The fourth stall's door was closed and someone was using it.
And so, Mark walked into the third stall, closed the door, unzipped and let it rip.
"Oh, yeah! That's much, much better."
The lights in the washroom kept flickering in an out, as Mark emptied his bladder.
"Ahh, shit! C'on grid...don't fail me, now!"
Dr.Lee was watching everything from the main control room.
He sat on his chair and was quietly speaking to someone on the phone.
He then gave the first set of instructions.
"Bombard him with a light dosage of the DIONYSUS rays..."
All the lab technicians gave Dr.Lee a perplexed look. Then they all looked silently towards the direction of the Senior Technician.
Silence...
Dr.Lee slammed his fist hard on the desk.
"Did, I stutter? I said, light dosage of Dionysus rays, now!"
Everyone went back to looking at the screen, but it was the Senior Technician that had the balls to speak up.
"With all due respect, Dr.Lee. The tests that we've done with the rays have come up, inconclusive. We don't really know what the outcome might be, there's a possibility that it may even cause psychotic delusions on the subject's mind and..."
Those were the last words the Senior Technician spoke.
The Senior Technician then went into a frenzy of violent and extremely looking and painful convulsions.
The Assistant to the Senior Technician quickly and quietly took his place.
He nervously sat on the control chair as the Senior Technician lay dead and twitching on the floor. As he looked at the motionless body of his previous boss, he prepared the ray for action.
"Light dosage of Dionysus rays in 5...4...3...2...1"
The bathroom lights flickered, as a blinding bright and yellow light filled the room.
Mark was done pissing and was shaking the last drops of piss from his uncut cock, as he looked up.
"What the fuck?"
The last drops of piss ended up on his safety boots.
"Ahh, shit!"
As quickly as it came, the bright and yellow light was gone and the room went back to normal.
The blinding light only lasted 5 seconds.
Mark zipped up and wiped his hands on his shorts.
"What the hell was that?"
As he was about to exit the stall, a surge of excruciating pain rushed quickly into his head. And the pain was so strong that Mark had to lean against the stall for support.
"Fuck! Arrgghh, my head!"
Mark shook his head side to side, as a warmth quickly spread throught his body.
His eyes felt watery, clouded and heavy and he also felt sleepy, weak and disoriented.
The pain inside his head was so violently strong, that he had to sit on the toilet and close his eyes.
"What the fuck is happening to me? My head feels like it's going to explode..."
He then looked around the stall and felt lightheaded, like he was going to faint.
After a few minutes the pain was slowly subsiding and he felt a bit better.
Mark felt unusually hot and he was also sweating buckets.
He throat felt parched and he was dying of thirst.
Mark breathed in and out and he wondered if he was having a heart attack, or perhaps even a fucking seizure of some sort?
He tried to think of anything out of the ordinary that he had done today, but nothing came to mind.
Maybe this was due to the effects of a sunstroke?
Who, the fuck knows?
And as he sat on the toilet, he tried to remain calm.
He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath.
In and out...
In and out....
Calm blue ocean...
Calm blue ocean...
There was no sense to panic.
Something was definitely happening to him, but he need to keep his nerves in order to find out what that was.
As Mark adjusted and rubbed his eyes, he noticed large and obscene drawings of cocks that decorated the entire stall.
Along with some very colourful and to the point, messages...
"For a good time, call Jake..."
"For an awesome blowjob, be here weekdays after midnight..."
"Love sucking big cocks! Always, willing to swalllow a hot load! Leave phone number..."
"Love blowing married men. Daddies, please feed me your cum!"
"Love uncut cock! I need to be fed, daily!"
"Cut or uncut, I don't care! Cock is cock! Now, FEED ME!"
"Anyone interested in fucking a Collegiate tight ass, be here everyday at noon...sharp!"
"Tap your foot softly, for action"
Mark shook his head and looked away in disgust.
"Fucking sick faggots!"
He still felt weak, but alot better.
At least the pain was gone, but he still felt hot.
It was like he was giving off heat from the inside and now, he couldn't stop sweating.
All of the sudden, Mark noticed a hole in the stall.
A mouth with a big set of lips was drawn around a large hole. A very colouful scribble read,
"Put cock through and get sucked..."
Mark looked at the hole and shook his head.
"What, the...?"
As he peered in there was a man on the other side, playing with himself.
Mark quickly pulled away and exited the exited the stall.
As he walked way, he heard a man's masculine voice.
"Psst, stud! Put that big, uncut cock through the hole! Let me suck you, please!"
Mark was caught off guard and jumped out of his skin.
"What? Go, fuck yourself! I'm gonna head upstairs and report your ass to the owner of this place. You're lucky I don't call the cops! Fucking, sick pervert!"
Mark felt weak and his knees almost buckled under him. He had to lean against the filthy and grimy wall for support.
Dr.Lee made an unpleasant face, as he stared at Mark on the screen.
Suddenly, the phone in front of him starting ringing.
But, Dr.Lee already knew who it was that was calling his private line.
He sighed heavily and looked silently at the ringing phone.
After a few rings, he finally decided to pick up.
"Lee, here. Yes, ofcourse we have. But, I don't know how the subject will handle another zap. Allright, understood."
Dr.Lee looked at Mark, closed his eyes and sighed.
"Increase the voltage on the Dionysus rays by 50%. Then, zap him."
The Assistant to the Senior Technician looked at Dr.Lee and nodded in agreement.
"50% increase of Dionysus rays in, 5...4...3...2...1"
The bathroom lights flickered again, as Mark looked up at the ceeling.
Once again, a blinding bright and yellow light engulfed the room.
"Arrgghh...!"
Mark yelled out and collapsed to his knees.
He held his head with both hands, as he felt immense pressure on his head.
It was like a vise was slowly trying to crush his fucking skull.
The pain...
The pain was beyond excruciating.
But, as soon as it came, the pain was suddenly gone...
Mark slowly stood up and looked around the washroom.
"Where, am I?"
He wondered what the hell he had been doing kneeling on the disgusting and wet floor.
As he stood up he shook his head side to side.
There was a ringing in his ears and his vision was clouded.
As he put his head on the wall for support, he heard some sort of commotion coming from one of the stalls.
"Psst, psst! Hey, stud! Get back in the fucking stall! Let met feed on that juicy and uncut cock!"
Mark looked disoriented, his vision was blurry as he looked towards the stall.
He thought he'd heard a voice.
He was still too disoriented to fully grasp everything was happening to him.
The male voice was getting impatient.
"C'on, man! Don't leave me hanging in here. Get in the fucking stall! I've seen that horsecock of yours and I want to drain it, badly!"
Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing.
And then something he couldn't explain, happened.
Mark got excited...
Sexually excited.
Mark held his ground, but a part of him wanted to walk towards the stall.
A voice was calling out to him to do something perverted. And what was more enticing, was that it was a male voice.
Mark's body felt a burning from within, an aching for something.
A set of lips had appeared from the hole in the stall and you could see the lips licking themselves, salaciously.
"C'on stud, get in here. Please feed me that hefty horsecock! I want your cum! I'm begging you, please fuck my mouth...!"
Mark felt strange, it was hard to explain. He felt, "light".
His whole body felt light as a feather.
He wanted to move forward, but his mind was telling him, no!
But, another part of his brain was telling him to go ahead, to walk toward the stall.
To satisfy his needs...
He's body felt strange.
The heat his body was giving off, was scorching hot. He was sweating buckets and he was now, feeling horny.
Mark slowly took a step towards the stall, then another, then another.
He felt an inmense sexual urge that needed to be satisfied.
Mark entered the stall and closed the door.
He looked at the mouth that was licking it's lips through the hole.
"Oh, fuck yeah! You're a fucking gorgeous stud. Come closer, please come closer..."
Mark was now inches away from the hole. The guy on the other side was trying to put his hand through the hole.
"C'on, handsome. Please, unzip and let me take care of you. You won't regret it, I promise you. I've been told I have a velvet mouth."
Mark then licked his lips.
He felt thirsty, so fucking thirsty and horny.
Mark was now standing in front of the hole.
This felt like a dream...
It felt surreal...
Mark was looking down at the hole and at the long, thick finger that was motioning him to come closer.
He was inches away from the hole, but the man on the other side was tired of waiting.
So, the guy shoved his right hand through the hole, and started rubbing Mark's bulging and huge, tenting crotch.
"Oh, fuck stud! You're packing some serious meat in there. You're a man's man, aren't you? You're fucking gorgeous! Get closer, let me suck you dry..."
And with that the guy started slowly unzipping Mark.
Once the zipper could go no further, the guy shoved his hand in Mark's shorts and started stroking his hard cock.
Mark just stood there.
He wasn't talking.
He wasn't moving.
He wasn't objecting.
He wasn't even thinking.
Mark wasn't really doing anything.
He was though, letting a complete stranger(a man, no less) feel him up.
As the man squeeled in delight at the size of Mark's cock, and as he was about to pull out the hefty cock, Mark finally snapped out of his trance.
"What? What is going..."
Mark's head slowly looked down.
At first he thought this must be a fucking dream...
Just what the fuck was happening here?
There was a man's hand, gently fondling his junk and that's when Mark freaked the fuck out...
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS, OFF ME!"
The lights flickered in the bathroom once again, as Mark bolted from the stall.
The room was glowing once again with a bright and yellow light.
Now, a loud humming sound could be heard, and it was getting louder and louder by the second.
Mark's eyes burned as he looked up and then steadied himself against the wall.
One thought flashed quickly in his head...
Get out!
Get the fuck out of this bathroom!
Mark ran and stumbled out of the washroom.
As he stood outside the bathroom he looked confused.
He stood still for a while as he shook his head.
He was trying to think what he was doing here?
Was he going into or coming out of the bathroom?
He didn't feel a need to take a piss or a dump.
He turned around and slowly walked up stairs. As he did so, he immediately felt better.
Once he had reached the top of the stairs, he felt different...relieved.
Mark walked up to the bartender and ploppled down on his stool.
The bartender was smiling as he looked at him.
"Hey there, buddy. You feeling allright?"
Mark looked at him and wanted to tell the bartender something. But, what was it?
Mark opened his mouth and was thinking.
"I wanted to tell you something. But, I forgot."
The bartender smiled.
"Oh, yeah? Well, perhaps it will come to you..."
Mark looked at his beer and was trying to think what it was.
"Yeah, maybe. I know it had something to do about your men's washroom."
The bartender kept smiling.
"Oh?"
Mark grabbed his beer and was about to take a sip.
"Yeah, something about that bathroom..."
The bartender was beginning to lose his patience.
"Why, don't you take a sip of your beer. It's been sitting there on the counter for a while and it's calling for you, buddy."
Mark nodded, picked it up and said.
"Bottoms up!"
The bartender just smirked as Mark drank the entire beer in one gulp.
"Ahhh, that was fucking good! Hit the fucking spot, it did."
The bartender nodded and gave Mark the thumbs up.
Mark looked around the bar and suddenly everything started to spin.
He looked at the bartender, but he looked blurry.
"Hey, there buddy. You allright?"
Mark closed his eyes, opened them and shook his head.
"What's...what's in this...?"
And that's when Mark fell over backwards and blacked out.
The bartender went around the bar and motioned for the waitress and the biker guy to come over.
"He's out cold! I'll get his truck and park it in the back. You (he pointed to the waitress) call downstairs and tell them he's ready. You (pointing to the biker) you're on lookout, get outside and get rid of any local that comes knocking."
The waitress and the biker jumped to their feet and to their positions.
Within seconds a trap door opened from the bar's floor and the sound of an elevator could be heard.
As the elevator doors opened, a blinding white light engulfed the room. Four, very tall and muscular men wearing hasmat suits wheeled in a gurney and made a bee line towards Mark.
As Mark layed unconscious on the floor, the four muscular guys lifted him from the ground effortlessly and put in in the gurney.
As they were wheeling Mark into the elevator, they took his stats.
"Breathing and heartbeat, normal. Body temperature high..."
One of the lab guys looked at Mark and checked his breathing.
"No shit, Sherlock. This fucker should be a vegetable right now. He took enough rays to kill a full grown male elephant."
Mark felt like he was dreaming.
It was a nice dream.
Bumpy, but nice...
Mark kept his eyes close, 'cause wherever he was, it was too fucking bright.
The elevators doors closed and the elevator descended into the unkown.
One of the guys in the hasmat suit took Mark's pulse, once again and said.
"You're going on a trip, buddy. A nice trip to Wonderland...
To be continued....."