Main Page - What's New - Links

Story Archives - Collage Archives

Too Much TV - Part 5 (by Richard Pickman)

After Jeff took over Callaway Industries, not only did funds come to him from the company, but from the board members as well. The increased income meant the full Modifier facility would be up and running by the end of the month.

"What a way to start the new year. I love you so much, T."

"I love you more, and I always will."

Jeff and T.C. Callaway were snuggling in front of the fireplace in Callaway’s father’s house. Both were naked and roasting marshmallows, taking care not to let any drip on them.

They had watched a video of Cruz and Granger having sex. Jeff had cameras installed a few weeks before throughout their apartment. The creative lovemaking was always entertaining, and sometimes provided inspiration for what he did with Callaway.

After the video, Callaway gave Jeff a financial breakdown of funds coming in.

"The new escort only line of business at Lux has been really successful. It’s bringing in an extra forty percent a month, and looks like it’s just going to keep growing.

"You know what’s ironic? Several of the board members have trophy wives who use Lux. There’s a few that had mistresses that were visiting Lux once in a while. Even better, since it’s not been for ladies only for a while, a couple of the board members are using the escorts themselves."

"Let me get this straight. We’ve been getting money from these guys, directly and indirectly, for months." Jeff laughed. "That is rich, that is really rich. Now more of that richness is available to me.

"Which got me thinking."

"Uh-oh."

"Stop it, you. There’s going to be all this money that’s going to keep coming in. I’ve got everything I could possibly need money for. I’m wondering what to do with it."

"You can invest. You can save some. It’s nice to have a nest egg."

"Yes, I agree. That’s all good. Still, I feel like being a little indulgent."

"Who, you?"

"Yes, me. It’s this house. I love it, don’t get me wrong. But after living here a few weeks, there’s just one thing missing. A pool."

"We do have a beach only minutes away, and we’re right on the water."

"True. But I’d like something more private."

"I can check, but I don’t thein the building codes will allow a pool addition. You could always use your special persuader."

"No. Considering how many people I’d need to influence; it could get out of hand. I was thinking something simpler"

"What’s that"

"Come here and I’ll tell you."

Jeff pulled Callaway closer and kissed him. They rolled around in front of the fire, celebrating Jeff’s plan and each other into the early hours.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Channel Twelve News is sad to report that local radio personality Helen Bradshaw was killed last night, along with another unidentified woman. Bradshaw was best known for her popular late-night advice show ‘Doctor Helen’s Love Talk’. Police have not yet given other details, but we will report them as soon as we are informed."

Russ Granger, who was watching at the Pacific Blue station, said, "That’s awful. I liked her show. Do we know anything else, Lieutenant?"

Anthony Palermo, head officer of Pacific Blue, replied, "Yes, but not much. She was shot along with the other woman, Lola Sweeney. She was a hooker who worked out of a strip joint that’s not far from here."

"Lola Sweeney? She used to be an informant for us sometimes."

"I know. We directed her to call another department after I took over. Part of the low profile He wanted." Jeff had instructed Palermo to do more normal police work to reduce the risk to the officers, particularly Cruz and Granger. He wanted everything possible done to keep his slaves from harm.

"I wonder, if He hadn’t taken over, would they still be alive? But if He hadn’t taken over, then Bobby and me wouldn’t be Bobby and me. I guess we’ll never know."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Jamie needs help."

"What’s the problem, Tony?" asked Jeff. Palermo had called saying there was an emergency.

"Jamie’s sister Jennie showed up at her place. Monica told us as soon as she could." Officer Monica Harper had become Jamie Strickland’s new roommate at the Party House after Granger had moved in with Cruz. "She’s been in witness protection since she testified in a murder case a year ago. Unfortunately, she got bored and came back. She won’t go back into witness protection and the kid she testified against has escaped from the work camp he was at. There’s also a dirty cop who’s involved in all this. She was hoping Jennie could get the same treatment that Bobby’s sister did."

Bobby Cruz’s younger sister Teresa had been a rebellious teenager. After Modifier exposure, though, she turned into a model kid.

"Where is she staying?"

"With Jamie at the Party House."

"Good. I’ll get a Modifier set up there today. I’ll crank it up to max. Have Jamie make her watch TV, but not to watch herself, or else she’ll be affected. I’ll send T.C. over to give Jennie initial instructions, and pull Jamie away in case she accidentally watches." Jeff had made Callaway no longer affected by the Modifier as part of the earlier plan to take over Callaway Industries. "In a few days she should be amenable to go back into hiding. You should discreetly make arrangements to do that once she’s willing. Talk to Jessup, she may be able to help." Susan Jessup was part of Internal Affairs, and had caused problems for Pacific Blue until she was converted after Callaway’s going away party. "You should put a couple of units to watch her 24/7 until she’s out of town. That at least she won’t argue with after tonight."

"Thanks so much. I’ll tell Jamie and get the wheels rolling."

Several days later, the escaped juvenile and some cohorts tried to kidnap Jennie. The officers with her were able to stop them and later rescue the dirty cop who they had kidnapped. Exposure to the Modifier at Pacific Blue induced them all to give extensive confessions, which led to long jail sentences. Jennie did not have to leave town and moved in with Jamie, where she became good friends with Cruz’s sister.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Work was proceeding apace for completion of the Modifier factory. Jeff felt it was a good time to make plans on how to use the extra Modifiers. "You said a while back that it would be good to get some judges on our side, right?"

"Yes," said Callaway. "You’ve got us, and taking over Internal Affairs should go fine once we have more Modifiers to send to Jessup. But the more of the legal system you control, the better, so it might be a good idea to prioritize them. Some judges actively don’t like our department. Politics and other stupid things. Gunnar Halloran should be top of the list. He’s known as a ‘hanging judge’, and really doesn’t like us. Bobby, actually."

"What’s he got against Bobby? Never mind, it’s not important. Let’s make him and some of those other unfriendly judges friendlier. I’ll leave that in Tony’s capable hands."

"Just so you know, Cory’s starting a relationship with Assistant District Attorney William Blake." Jeff’s interest in Pacific Blue was the men. The women he let have more freedom in their personal lives. "It might be nice to have some D.A.s on our side as well."

"What does this Blake look like?"

"Average. About as attractive as my brother."

"Then have Cory indoctrinate him. Once that’s done, I’ll have a chat with Mister Blake on how he can help get some of his fellow lawyers to become mine."

"Now let’s get to the fun stuff," Jeff continued, "the Los Angeles County Lifeguard Service. We discussed them some time ago, but I know the guys have learned more." Pacific Blue had been circumspectly investigating the organization and its employees, especially the male ones. "That name is a long one, though. The acronym isn’t much better. LACLS."

"They do have a nickname," said Callaway. "Baywatch."

"Baywatch. I like that. Fill me in on Baywatch."

"The man who was in charge of the Santa Monica section was Mitch Buchannon. He’s forty-eight, single, with a twenty-year-old son who’s a lifeguard. He left a few months ago and moved to Hawaii, but the son stayed. The new guy in charge is Michael Newman, known to his friends as ‘Newmie’. I took the liberty of visiting a few times to check out the options. There’s one in particular I want you to see in person. Pictures just don’t do him justice. Leaving in three hours would be perfect."

Later, they arrived at a large park and walked to a pool. It was Olympic-style, with several lanes. A man was swimming in one of them. All they could see was that he was blonde and wearing a blue Speedo.

The man reached the side of the pool near where they were standing.

Callaway. said, "Wait for it."

Gripping the pool edge, the man pushed himself up. More and more emerged, Water cascaded down his body. His tanned body. His lean, tanned body. His muscular, lean, tanned body. Finally, he was standing by the pool.

Jeff was at a loss for words. However, soon a flood poured through his mind.

Stunning. There was a word to describe his body. Beautiful. Another one. Breathtaking. Statuesque.

Bulging. Arousing. Words to describe his Speedo.

"I know. That was my first reaction too. His name is Cody Madison. Four percent."

Madison walked away from them and the world seemed to slow down. New words came to Jeff. Magnificent. Luscious. Fuckable. All those words, and more, described his pert tight ass.

"Wait, what do you mean, four percent?"

"That’s how much body fat he has."

"You’re kidding, right?"

"Nope. I doublechecked. The only thing covering his muscles is skin. Did you know that he’s not only a lifeguard, but also training for the Olympics as well?"

"I didn’t know. My god, he makes angels look homely. He may be the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life. No offense, T."

"None taken. I feel like an ugly duckling around him."

"No, don’t say that. You are a handsome sexy hunk of a man. But Cody, he’s in a whole other league."

"That’s why I wanted you to see him live. After you make him yours and fuck the living daylights out of him, I hope you’ll let me have a crack at his crack."

"For bringing Cody to my attention, that’s the least I can do. It’ll be worth taking over Baywatch just to get him. Are there any others in his league? Silly question. There can’t be others in his league."

"You’re right there. But there are quite a few that are in the neighborhood. And even the ones who aren’t that good-looking have great bodies. They are lifeguards, after all."

"True.

That night Jeff went to Madison’s apartment and connected a Modifier to the television feed, followed by one at Newman’s. Now all he had to do was wait.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"It’s an amazing day outside, and we’re stuck in here doing paperwork in triplicate."

Strickland was expressing her frustration to Cruz, who was at his desk filling out some of the aforementioned paperwork.

"You should be happy because He’s happy," said Cruz.

"Of course, I’m happy if He is. But why would us having to do all this make Him happy?"

"Because it’s busy work since we don’t have anything else to do. You realize it’s been over ten days since there’s been a capital crime in our jurisdiction? Boring makes Him happy."

Palermo apprised Jeff regularly about what was going on in the department. The less breaking of the law they had to deal with, the less of a distraction it was to his other pursuits. Plus, there was a lower chance of his favorite slaves getting injured or worse.

Minutes later, a call came in from Granger that broke that streak. A fifteen-year-old girl had been kidnapped. She had stayed in a car while her mother ran in to do a quick errand. When the mother came back, her daughter was gone, her jacket laying in the parking lot.

Getting as much information as the distraught woman could give, forces were mobilized to search. The first hour after an abduction was critical. If the victim was not recovered after that time elapsed, the chances of finding them dropped sharply.

Fortunately, they found her with three minutes to spare. The kidnapper, realizing he was likely to go to jail for a very long time, tried to shoot his way out. Several officers shot him before he could even fire. He died instantly.

Mother and daughter were happily united, the mother profusely thanking Palermo for recovering her child unharmed.

That evening, after Palermo finished briefing him, Jeff said, "I’m glad no one was hurt, except that scumbag. No potential problems about the shooting or anything else, correct?"

"No. It was completely justified. There’s plenty of witnesses, both police and civilian, who can corroborate that. All procedures followed to the letter."

"Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’m glad you’ve been keeping a low profile for the department in general. But you do have to do your job. Not doing it would raise suspicions too."

"Yes, master. It’s definitely a balancing act."

"An act that you perform quite well. In fact, you should be getting a present in the next week or so to show my appreciation."

"That’s not necessary. Your happiness is all the reward I need."

"I love that you say that, but you deserve something special. I’ll tell you when it’s ready."

"Thank you, master. Can you at least give me a hint?"

"All I’ll say is it’s bigger than a breadbox. Much bigger."

"Whatever it is, I know I’ll love it."

Yes, Jeff thought, you will love him for sure.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Thank you so much for coming over, Mister and Mrs. Emmett. I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Boyland. I hope your husband will be available for our next soiree. No, no, Mister and Mrs. Martinez, it was my pleasure. I’ll definitely let you know, Mister Minnelli, when we’ll be doing this again."

After Jeff escorted the last of the guests out, he said, "That went as planned, if not better."

He had hosted a dinner party for the neighbors of the mansion for two reasons. Secondarily it was just to get to know the people living in the area. Primarily, though, it was to expose them to the Modifier so they would be favorable to him. Both, as he said to Callaway, had gone better than expected.

"What now?"

"Now?" Jeff slowly unbuttoned Callaway’s shirt. "You really need to ask?"

"Not now right this second. You know I’m always down for that. I mean, with them."

The last button undone; Callaway shrugged off his shirt. He began doing the same to Jeff, who said, "I’ll tour their homes and find out which has a pool. If none of them do, I’ve got other options in mind." Jeff’s shirt slipped to the ground to join Callaway’s.

"Me too. I’m all about options. Option A, you fuck me. Option B, I fuck you."

"There’s always Option C."

"C?"

"Some of A and B."

"Which option do you want?"

"They’re all good. Surprise me."

"If it’s surprise you want, then surprise you’ll get." Callaway picked up Jeff, holding him in his arms like a husband carrying his new bride over the threshold.

"You never cease to amaze me."

"That’s my goal," said Callaway, carrying Jeff upstairs.

"And you achieve it, every single day."

Gently laying him down on the bed in the master suite, Callaway casually removed the rest of his clothes while Jeff did the same. "Stand there for a minute, T. I want to drink in this view." Callaway complied, smiling.

I need to take more time to appreciate what I have, thought Jeff. Like T. He knew the former policeman had been working out more, but Jeff could really see the results now. Pecs bigger, shoulders wider, waist narrower.

"Face away from me."

The upper body change was even more noticeable this way. It looked like his shoulders were nearly twice as wide as his waist. His ass was fuller, but not excessively. It was still the perfect fuckable behind.

"Turn around. Have you been getting new clothes, ‘cause I don’t think your old ones will fit anymore?"

"Bought some and tailored others. I’m good."

"You’re more than good, but I’m glad you’re fine with clothes."

"Though you think I’m better without."

"That’s the understatement of the year. Speaking of your body, I know you like doing your morning tai-chi on the beach. But three times a week, do it on the balcony, naked. Seeing your sunlit silhouette at sunrise makes the whole day better."

"What about the neighbors?"

"Most aren’t up that early, and I don’t think they can see up this high. Besides, they’re going to be much more accommodating after tonight."

"Then I’ll do it here every morning."

"It’s OK. I know how much you like doing it at the beach. The soothing sound of the waves and all that. I might even drag myself up to watch you. Not naked there, of course. That, people would see and maybe get you arrested for public indecency. Though your body is far from indecent. It’s far from decent, too. It’s phenomenal."

"Thanks." Callaway blushed.

"Aw, you’re so cute when you do that."

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Yes. Have I told you lately I love you more?

"Yes, but I think I love you most. May I demonstrate?"

"Feel free. The room and the bed are yours."

Callaway leapt on the bed and began playfully wrestling with him. Jeff was happy and not at all surprised that Callaway chose Option C as the way to spend the night.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Michael Newman was exhausted.

There had been a high number of rescues today, and he had been involved in most of them. He was sitting on the couch at his apartment. All he wanted to do was relax with a beer and watch television.

Knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock, knock.

Despite himself, he went to answer the door.

"Hello, I’m Jeff. We need to talk."

"Come in." Newman did not understand why he was letting a complete stranger in, yet it seemed the right thing to do.

"So, Studbaby, how’re you doing?"

Newman slumped on the couch, his jaw falling open and eyes glazing over. He stayed that way briefly, then snapped out of his trance.

"Horny, so horny." His hand went down his shorts. "I masturbate all the time, but it doesn’t do any good. It’s like I’m going to explode, but I can’t."

"You’d like to cum?"

"Yes, I want that so badly."

"That’s why I’m here. Just call me by my title and I’ll be happy to help."

"Title? I don’t know. Wait. I do know. Master. It’s master. Help me, master."

"I’ll be happy to. Stand up and take off all your clothes."

"Yes, master."

Jeff leisurely walked around the lifeguard. He was forty-three, but in better shape than many men half his age. He was tall, with a bushy mustache and hairy chest. "You could give Tom Selleck some serious competition if you didn’t shave your chest." His hard cock was huge. "How big are you?"

"Eleven inches."

"Wow. That’s bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen. Lie down on the couch." After complying, Jeff started jerking Newman. "How does that feel?"

"Good, master. It feels so good."

"When I count to three, you’re going to cum, and it’ll be the best you’ve ever had. Understand?"

"Yes, master. I’ve been waiting so long for this."

"Then wait no longer." Jeff moved his hand faster. "One. Two. Three."

The lifeguard’s cock pulsed, pumping out what felt like an unending load across his face and chest. When he was done, Jeff stopped and removed his hand.

"Did you like that?"

"Like it? I loved it! I want to do it again, but there’s nothing left."

"You’ll refill soon enough. While you’re basking in the afterglow, I have a few things to tell you."

"Whatever you say, master."

"First off, I have quite a few slaves like you already. One in particular I feel has been neglected, Tony Palermo. He’s the head of the Santa Monica Bicycle Beach Patrol, also known as Pacific Blue. He’s the same age as you, and just as sexy. I want you two to meet. Once you have, I know it’ll be true love." Jeff would use the same program that made Cruz and Granger fall head over heels for each other on the two older men.

"I haven’t told anyone this, even Mitch." Mitch Buchannon was not only the former head of Baywatch, but his best friend. "I was getting so tired of all the one-night stands. Thank you for making me realize it was a man I needed, and for finding me a forever life partner, master."

"You’re welcome. Now, where was I? Second. You’re going to help me enslave all of Baywatch. Here are some of the devices I used to enslave you and so many others." Jeff placed a leather bag on a coffee table. "You will install them throughout your headquarters, and at the homes of those who may not watch too much television at work. The information on how was part of your programming. When enough time has passed, I will notify you. You will then have one-on-one meetings with everyone at work and complete the conversion. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master. I’m so happy that I can help get you more slaves."

"As am I. Oh, there is one of your people you don’t need to meet with. Cody Madison. I want to take care of him personally."

His desires reoriented; Newman had a new appreciation of the blonde lifeguard. Smiling, he said, "I understand completely, master. I hope he gives you as much pleasure as you’ve given me."

"Of that, there’s no question. Now go and take a shower, clean yourself off. Live your life as you normally would until I contact you to meet Tony."

"Of course, master. I’ll obey."

Jeff went to the kitchen and washed off his cum splattered hand. Once his prime slaves knew about Newman’s enormous fuckstick, they would all be clamoring to play with it. Laughing, he said to himself, "Today, Newmie. Tomorrow, Cody. Baywatch soon to follow. After that, who knows?"

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

It was a typical Santa Monica midwinter day, cool and sunny. Cody Madison had finished working out and swimming laps and was changing in the locker room. Recently, he had taken to not wearing underwear. He also now wore tank tops unless there was a specific reason not to do so. He did not think there was anything unusual about these wardrobe changes. It was all more freeing, he thought.

"Happy belated birthday, Cody"

He looked up to see a man he did not recognize. There was no one else close, so it must have been him that said his name.

"Yeah, you missed that by a couple of months. Do I know you?"

"No, just a fan of your body of work. Which is outstanding."

"Thank you?" The way the man looked at Madison up and down reminded the lifeguard of the way his girlfriend CJ looked at him when she was especially horny. He did not feel threatened, just uncomfortable. "Well, I’ve got to go."

"So soon? And we’ve barely gotten to know each other. We will be getting to know each other, you know. In every way."

"OK, I’m out of here."

"All that effort you’re putting in to get ready for the Olympics is paying off. You must be working hard, not hardon-ly working."

Madison, who was leaving, stopped.

"Face me."

Madison turned around. Expressionless, he stood unmoving.

"Act normal, ignore everyone else, follow me to your car."

Jeff was delighted. Madison was a mindless zombie. When his mind was returned to him, he would be so much more.

"Give me the keys. Get in the passenger’s seat. We’ll be going to your place. Any objections? No? Then off we go."

In all the time since he had first acquired Callaway, there was one thing none of his slaves had ever done for him. He decided to take this opportunity to change that. Unzipping his pants, he said, "Cody, give me an amazing blowjob."

Madison bent over, pulled Jeff’s cock out of his pants and went down on him.

"Oh, that’s so good. You suck like a pro. There’s more to you than meets the eye. Not that I’m complaining about what meets the eye. We’re going to have so much fun."

Arriving at the apartment, Jeff said, "That’s enough. I want the full show inside. Follow me." In the living room, Jeff said, "Call me by my title."

"Master," Madison said flatly.

"Listen carefully. When I snap my fingers, you'll awaken, feeling totally refreshed. You will know that I am your master and you are my slave. You will be happy that this has happened to you. You will want to do anything I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

Jeff snapped his fingers.

"Master, thank you. Thank you so much for enslaving me. What can I do for you? Tell me, I’ll do anything."

"That’s what I like to hear. There’re so many things I want to do with you. But I’m curious. How come you’re such a good cocksucker?"

"I was an intern for a state senator a few years ago in Wisconsin, where I’m from. He was in the closet and liked to have good looking young guys around him. I was bisexual, but only had a little experience with guys on the farm where I grew up. He must have noticed me checking out some of the guys and figured it out. The other staffers like me would stay late and fool around with him, and each other. Put it this way. There were a lot of late nights and I had a lot of practice."

"Anything more than sucking?"

"I did fuck a few guys, even the senator. He really liked it when I did it."

"I bet being pretty, young and full of cum didn’t hurt."

Madison blushed. "You think I’m pretty, master?"

"Back then I have no doubt you were. Now? ‘Close to You’ by the Carpenters could have been written about you. Did you ever bottom?

"No, master, only topped."

"That’s about to change. I’m going to fuck you, you beautiful stud. We could do it right here, but let’s go somewhere cozier."

"Yes, master. Please follow me."

"To watch that tight little ass in motion, I can follow you all day."

Once they had reached the bedroom, Madison asked, "How do you want to fuck me?"

"On your back, with your legs spread wide. I want to see your gorgeous face when I break your cherry ass and fill you."

"Yes, master, right away." Madison tore off his clothes and was in the proposed position in seconds. Jeff could now see that his skin was not bronze everywhere.

"You are very eager to please. Just what I like in a slave." Jeff shed what he was wearing, but not before fishing a bottle of lube out of his pocket. "I like my slaves to have an all over tan. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?"

"Of course, master. I’ll do anything that will make you happier."

Liberally applying the lube to his own cock and Madison’s ass, he gently entered the lifeguard.

"Ah, it, it stings."

"Don’t worry, that will go away shortly." The programming guaranteed that.

As more of Jeff went in, Madison felt pleasure, pleasure like he had never felt before. When his master’s full length was in him, Madison sighed.

"Doing OK?"

"More than OK. Freaking fantastic. Fuck me already, man."

Jeff slowly moved in and out. Faster he went, until he was pounding Madison’s ass like a jackhammer.

"That feels so good. God, fuck me, fuck me harder, oh god, harder!"

Madison looked like an angel, but acted like a whore. It was a combination that aroused Jeff even more than he thought it would.

"You’re such a slut. I love it. I can’t hold out. You’re making me cum. Do it when I do. So close. It’s gonna, gonna, happen, happen, now!"

Madison felt his master’s warmth inside his ass. Without touching himself, he shot over and over. Some landed on his face, some on Jeff’s chest, but most on his own.

When the deluge ended, both were breathing heavily, sweat dripping onto the bed.

"That was, everything I’d hoped for."

"I’m so happy I was able to please you, master."

"You did, Cody. You did and then some. We are going to be doing more of that as soon as possible." Jeff thought how this could not have been any better. Then he imagined how it might have been if Callaway had been there. "That could have been even better."

"What could have been better, master?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud. Don’t worry, you were fantastic. We are kind of a mess, though. Let’s go shower and get to know each other. I may even let you help me enslave other hunks. I was going to say ‘like you’, but there aren’t any. Like the song says, the world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Tough luck, world. I can appreciate the work of art you are instead."

"Thank you for saying that, master." Madison blushed again. "Please, I’d love to help you any way I can."

"You will, Cody. You have and you will."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Weeks later, Palermo was giving his regular update to Jeff. This time, though, was different. He was doing so in person at the mansion instead of over the phone. There was also someone with him. A special someone, the new love of his life, thanks to Jeff. Michael Newman

The two were with Jeff and Callaway. in the second-floor living room. Palermo and Newman were snuggling on one couch, while Jeff and Callaway. cuddled on another. All were only wearing shorts.

They were celebrating since Newman had finished his last employee ‘re-evaluation.’ As he had told Jeff earlier, "Everyone at Baywatch is yours."

"What’s going on with the murder investigation, Tony?"

A 9-1-1 caller a few nights before had said someone at the Playpen, a local strip club, was going to be killed. Two Pacific Blue officers arrived first. The club owner, Wayne Stiles, was about to drive off. They asked him to open his car trunk, but he refused since they did not have a warrant. Patrol cars came at that point. They kept Stiles from leaving until they could get a warrant. Contacting one of the Modified judges, they were able to get one quickly. Inside the trunk was a bag of money with blood on it.

Normally, Cruz and Granger would have been the ones most likely to find Stiles. However, as they were among Jeff’s favorites, they only worked the day shift now.

"Stiles lawyered up pretty quick. Didn’t do him much good, though. Before they went to trial, we told them there was some footage taken at the time of the call which we were required to show them. Some time with a Modifier on high, and they told us everything. Even the lawyer was dirty.

"Drug running at the club, which was no surprise. The girl was doing money drops and skimming off the top. Stiles killed her when he found out. We’re still looking for Scott Stone, an employee who left with the body before we got there. Even though he was an accomplice, Stiles threatened to kill him, so that should help reduce his sentence.

"I have to say, master, the Modifier makes my job so much easier. Thank you for letting me use it."

"As long as you use it judiciously, as I know you will. What about the other thing?"

"Other? Oh, right. I’m doing some of the preliminary paperwork now. Everything will be ready by the beginning of May."

"That’s fantastic. How about on your end, T? Hiring and all that?"

"Greasing the wheels already. Beginning of May shouldn’t be a problem."

"That’s enough business talk. T and I shall retire to the master suite downstairs. You two have the run of the place tonight. We’ve tried every room," Jeff said, squeezing Callaway’s chest, "and you’ll have fun wherever you wind up. Good night and pleasant dreams. That is, whenever you finally get to sleep."

"Thank you, master," said Newman.

"We will," added Palermo.

Later, Callaway. asked Jeff, "Come on, which Baywatch hunk are you going to have next?"

"I’m not sure. Cody is so beyond anything I could have dreamed of having."

"Speaking of which, thank you. He was, wow."

"I know, I know. Words fail. You’ll have as much with him every single time. Trust me."

"I do. Always."

"That warms my heart to hear you say that. As far as Baywatch, difficult to say. Hobie is just too twinky. Maybe in a few years if he develops some muscle that might change. Manny had some possibilities. Shame he’s not fully functional" Manuelo Gutierrez, known to his friends as Manny, was a twenty-one-year-old former lifeguard. He still worked at Baywatch, but an accident several months before had made him paraplegic, so he worked only in the office. "There are some interesting ones, though. I’ll have to think about it. Pacific Blue, Lux, Baywatch. I’m blessed with an overabundance of hunks, with you at the top of the list."

Unbeknownst to him, a phone call in the near future would offer him some interesting new options.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Hello?"

"Cody! How's it going?"

"JD! Been a while. Things are, uh, great, just, uh, great."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine; I'm, uh, working out. "

What Madison meant was he was working Jeff's cock in and out of his ass. Already sweat trickled down his bronze chest.

Since his conversion, Callaway had prodigiously ploughed him as promised. Granger, Cruz and Palermo had also sampled the delights offered by Madison’s delightful body. Even Newman, his boss, had taken a turn or two with his subordinate. Madison’s ass was well and truly broken in for the pleasure of his master and all of his slaves.

"I’m a little disappointed, buddy. Today’s my birthday and you didn’t call, you didn’t write."

"Sorry, man. I was, uh, going to call later because of, uh, the time difference." JD Darius, who used to work with Madison, now was a lifeguard in Hawaii.

"Time difference? It’s only, like, two hours."

"I thought it was, uh, more." Madison put his hand over the phone and whispered, "Could you please stop for a minute, master, or at least slow down until I get off this call?"

"Get off? That’s what I’m trying to do. I guess you’ll just have to deal with it." Smiling, Jeff gave him another thrust. He was enjoying the blonde hunk trying to maintain his composure while experiencing the ultimate pleasure of being fucked by his master.

"I still get the time zones, uh, mixed up. Happy birthday, man."

"Thank you. So, when are you gonna visit? Or even better, move here. California’s great, but Hawaii is something else."

"I know, you keep, uh, telling me. My schedule’s kind of, uh, full."

"Like your ass," said Jeff.

"What was that?" asked JD.

"Nothing, uh, nothing. I’ll work on getting, uh, out there as soon as, uh, I can. Gotta, gotta, go. Later, JD."

"OK, later. Hope you enjoy the rest of that workout."

"I, I, will."

Madison hung up. He had been holding off cumming as long as he could. No longer. He exploded without even touching himself, spurts covering Jeff's chest. Jeff, smiling, unloaded in Madison's muscular ass.

Madison fell forward, kissing Jeff.

"That was great. We must do this again, soon, but with T.C. So, tell me about this JD you were talking to. Is he hot?"

"Hot? Smoking. Scorching. Like underwear model hot. He's a lifeguard too. We used to share this apartment. Now he’s on a new Baywatch team that got started in Hawaii."

"Any pictures of him?"

"I can get some."

"Try to get some of the rest of his team. If I like what I see, maybe I'll take a trip out that way. And who knows what other lovely treasure trails might be out there?" Jeff said as he traced his finger down Madison’s.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"She’s OK, Bobby, she’s OK."

"After what she saw?"

"You know your sister. Teresa’s tough. I’ll bring her home, babe."

After Granger brought her back, Cruz said, "You sure you’re OK?"

"I’m kind of shaken, but I’ll be fine."

"This girl was a friend of yours?"

"Yes. I don’t understand why she jumped. Lindsay had everything going for her."

"Sometimes there’s more going on in people’s lives then they let on."

"And why did Tina Murphy say she was pushed? There was no one up there with her."

"That’s what Monica told me," said Granger.

"Hey, I’m just glad nothing happened to you." Cruz gave his sister a hug.

"Me too," she said, hugging him back.

"Me three," added Granger, hugging both.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

At the station, McNamara, Harper and Strickland were venting. They had failed again to be able to arrest the area’s most notorious heroin dealer, John Damon. They staked out a local restaurant based on a tip. When Damon left, they searched his car and found several kilos in the trunk. However, it turned out the car was not his.

"He’s smart," said McNamara. "Trades valet parking tickets with his supplier. If anyone tries to collar him, he just says, oops, wrong car."

"A car rented with a fake ID. The seller probably drove right past us and is long gone," said Harper.

"So, Damon walks again because of our screwup." complained Strickland.

"We didn’t screwup, Jamie," said McNamara, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Like I said he’s smart."

"I heard your bust was a bust," said Palermo, joining the women.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," said Strickland. "But the thought of all the kids who are going to OD doesn’t put me in a laughing mood."

"Well, here’s something that may make you feel better." Leaning in and lowering his voice, Palermo said, "I’ve been telling Him about Damon. He thinks the guy’s as bad as we do. Fortunately, He’s not as restricted as we are, and has been working on something for a while. Let’s just say that John Damon won’t be a problem for much longer." Stepping back and speaking normally, he said, "Alright, ladies. Reports on my desk by the end of the day."

The three looked at each other and smiled. If anyone could take care of Damon, it was Him.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Man, you are a fucking machine," said Cruz, rolling onto his back.

"Built for your fucking pleasure. Do you have any fucking requests?" asked Granger above him, sweat dripping off his body onto Cruz’s.

"No, no, I’m good."

Looking up at one of the strategically placed bedroom cameras, Granger addressed their master. "How about you, sir? Requests, ideas, opinions, propositions? You know I’m always open to propositions, especially about new positions. Bueller? Bueller?"

"Come on, we’ve tried every position."

"That copy of the Kama Sutra He got us sure has been handy."

"Can’t argue with that. We’ve got to do something about the bedding, though. The amount of time we spend doing laundry is getting ridiculous."

"We don’t have to do that so often."

"Really? You know how much this bed would reek if we didn’t."

"But it’d smell more like you. You know how much I love how you smell." Granger buried his nose in Cruz’s armpit and inhaled deeply. Gliding his tongue across his lover’s chest, he added. "And don’t get me started on how you taste. Mmm."

"That feels nice. I guess cum and sweat scented sheets are a small price to pay."

"For getting completely fucked up?"

"And down and sideways."

"Don’t forget upside down."

"As if I could. Man, I am so glad we switched things up."

"Yeah, babe," Granger said, laying down beside Cruz. "I could get used to this topping thing real easy. But I still want your dick up my ass. Think fifty-fifty’s good?"

"Sounds alright by me."

"Shame we can’t fuck each other at the same time."

"Right. Even the Kama Sutra can’t help with that. We could try dildoes."

"Not the same. I accept no substitutes." Seeing his lover frown, Granger said, "What’s wrong?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just worried about Teresa."

"Why? She’s got her big brother to protect her, as well as yours truly. Still, we can always look into the situation more. That comment Tina made, something feels, I don’t know, off about the whole thing."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Not in the last hour, but we were otherwise occupied."

"Then let me tell you right now. I love you so much."

"I love you even more."

"’Night, man."

"’Night, babe."

Watching the tape of that night a few days later, Jeff said, "Those guys." Callaway would always be the one he desired most, but Cruz and Granger had become a very close second. Hard to believe it had only been about six months since the two had become his.

Rewinding the tape, a thought struck him, and then another. Granger’s birthday was next month. Jeff wanted to get him something special, but also something for both of them. Now knowing what he was going to give them, he smiled. "Oh, Russ, this is going to be a day you and Bobby are going to remember for a very long time."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

More than a week later, Palermo, McNamara, Harper and Strickland were watching a news report they had been informed would be of interest.

"Channel Twelve late breaking news. We can confirm that local businessman John Damon was killed last night by a business associate, who then committed suicide. The other man’s name and the contents of a suicide note he may have written have not been released. We will report any other details as soon as they are released."

"Interesting they didn’t report more of the details we did give them," said Palermo. "But then, they probably felt they were a little too libelous or sordid."

Details like Damon was a major drug dealer and was shot by one of his bodyguards. Details like how he had been found in a bathroom, face down in a toilet in his own urine.

Details that would never be known were the Modifier installed at the bodyguard’s apartment. How he was programmed to be sickened at what his boss was doing, and how he was helping him do it. How he wrote a suicide note before shooting Damon in the heart from behind in his bathroom, then killing himself.

"Case closed on John Damon. And a lot of kids’ lives will be that much better. Right, Strickland?"

"Right, Lieutenant, as always." Silently she thanked the master. He was truly making the world a better place. She was even happier than before that He had chosen Pacific Blue to be His. He has used us so well, she thought. She looked forward to continuing to serve Him for the rest of her life.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"The kid’s a psycho."

Granger was in Palermo’s office, filling him in on what he and Cruz had found out about Lindsay’s former boyfriend, Jake Weber. He liked manipulating women, and had convinced Lindsay she was unworthy to be his girlfriend.

"Weber’s was on that cliff with her, in her head. Tina was right, she was pushed."

"But not physically. We can’t take him in for that. Has he done anything we can arrest him for?" asked Palermo.

"No. He may be crazy, but he’s crazy smart too. Teresa’s not going near him, so she’s safe. We’ve got to do something, though. Who knows how many other girls he’ll screw up, or maybe even kill?"

"Normally our hands would be tied. But we have other options available now. Let me talk to Him and see what we can do."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Jeff and Palermo met for lunch later at an outdoor restaurant to talk about Weber.

"You can’t arrest the kid for thought crimes, unfortunately. This isn’t 1984. But Granger’s right. Who knows who he could harm next? It could potentially cause us problems too. If a string of girls commit suicide for no reason, there might be an external investigation. The problem is his mental state."

"How do you mean?"

"I designed the Modifier to work on average people. Not that you and T.C. and Bobby and Russ are average. Far from it. I meant average minds. Sane minds. I never tested it on, well, those who might be more unbalanced. That might work in our favor, though. Sounds like he’s on the brink of madness. With some fine tuning, maybe I can push him over the edge."

Not that many days after, Jeff and Callaway were watching the evening news.

"Channel Twelve News late breaking news. A jewel robbery was foiled in City of Industry this morning by local police. The three alleged robbers were caught with over a million dollars in uncut stones. One man was shot and taken to a local hospital. The other two, a man and a woman were arrested, though police had difficulty with the woman. We go live to one of the officers involved.

"She was huge. I mean, I’ve seen professional wrestlers who weren’t that big. It took four of us, but we finally were able to restrain and cuff her."

"Wow," said Callaway. "That sounded like a handful. Lucky Pacific Blue didn’t have to deal with that."

"In other news, we are sad to report that another local teenager has died from an apparent suicide. A young man was found at the bottom of a cliff from which it seemed he jumped. Sources say a note was found at the top of the cliff, saying he was responsible for the earlier death of a girl which had been ruled a suicide. As per station policy, the names of the victims will not be released in respect for the families. Any other information that becomes available that can be released will be done as soon as possible. This has been Channel Twelve News."

"That didn’t take long," said Callaway.

"No, it didn’t. I guess he was closer to the edge than any of us realized. Good riddance, and as the boys from Orlando would say, bye bye bye".

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Hello?"

"It’s Cody, master. I finally got the pictures from JD. When can I show them to you?"

"Are you off tomorrow?"

"No, the day after."

"Bring them to me tomorrow after you get off work. You’ve never been to my place, so I’ll give you directions. Be ready to spend the night. You don’t have to bring anything except those pictures and that scorching body of yours."

"I will, master. I’m happy to serve you as long as you want."

"Terrific. Here are the directions."

Wearing nothing but a blue mini-Speedo, Madison knocked on the Callaway mansion door at eight.

"Come in, come in. How did you know to dress for the occasion?"

"What do you mean, master?

"The Speedo."

"You said you wanted the pictures and me. I thought you meant you wanted me naked."

"Very good guess."

"Thanks. I couldn't drive here like that, though, you know? Didn't want to be pulled over for DWN."

"DWN?"

"Driving While Naked. Don't know if that's a thing, but I know public exposure is. Anyway, I figured this was the next best thing. It's smaller than the others I have. I bought it with you in mind. You like?"

"More than like."

"What I didn't think about was no pockets. I've got keys and my wallet and the pictures, but I didn’t want to leave them all in the jeep."

"That's not a problem. We have a two-car garage that's only half full. T, open the garage for Cody’s jeep. You can leave everything in it when you're parked, including the pictures."

"Thanks, master. you're the best."

When he returned, he noticed that Jeff and Callaway were wearing t-shirts and shorts with notable bulges. This made him aware of his own situation.

"You look a little uncomfortable, Cody."

"Yeah, it’s, well." Looking down, he said, "you know."

On the way over, Madison had managed to control his excitement. However, now that he was in the undistracted presence of his master, that control had evaporated. He was extraordinarily horny, his hard dick compressed and bent in his Speedo. It looked like the stitching could split at any minute. There was also a small section darkening and expanding from his excitement.

"Of course. You can’t help yourself. Everything’s ready anyway, so let’s all get more comfortable, shall we?"

Madison eagerly pulled off his Speedos. His dick slapped up against his stomach, then fell to point forward, precum dripping from it onto the tile floor. Jeff and Callaway soon joined him, all hard and horny as well.

"I’m so excited to see how the remodel went. You haven’t peeked, have you, T?"

"Nope, you said not to."

"Good. I was going to invite you anyway, Cody. You’ll see why in a minute. But you getting the pictures makes the timing even better."

Jeff opened a door on the west side of the room. A canopied walkway with curtains on both sides connected to the house next door, which was only a few feet away.

"No one can see us. So far so good." The door at the other end opened easily. "Not locked. Perfect. That can always be done later. Let’s see what’s been done."

Like the Callaway mansion, this house was about ninety feet long from front to back and twenty-five feet wide. Unlike the other house, though, inside there were no walls at all.

"They did say they’d need to add something for structural support. I saw pictures of these from a mosque in Spain and thought the style would go well with the architecture of the place."

About twenty feet from the front of the house, a row of three equally spaced foot-wide columns with curved arches between stretched from the east wall to the west. In that area, there was a large L-shaped sectional near one corner angled towards the back. Half a dozen chairs of various sizes were scattered before it and to the side. There was also a small kitchenette on the west side.

Further in another twenty feet was an identical row of columns and arches. All the arches were painted with vertical strips alternating cobalt blue and creamy white. The columns themselves were pale blue. This area had a curved staircase on either wall leading up to the second floor. Under the stairs were several shower heads, with a three-inch lip on the floor around them.

Beyond that, curtains crossed the room concealing the back half of the house.

"You saw what it looked like before the reno, T, and Cody hasn’t seen it at all. What do you think?

"Wow, I didn’t think it would be so open," said Callaway.

"I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s pretty cool. But what’s with those?" Madison said, pointing to the shower heads.

"Figured you’d notice that. Part of the reason you’re here. It’s for what’s behind the curtains. If you gentlemen would be so kind."

Callaway and Madison went to the center, pulling the curtains back to the walls.

"Ta da!"

The rest of the ground floor was now taken up by a pool. There were deck chairs at the front and back ends. None were on the sides, as there were only a few feet between the pool and the walls. There was just enough room to walk on the sides to each end. The tiling in the water matched the blue of the arches, with a lighter band around the perimeter. The shallow end was nearest, with wide rounded short steps leading into it. On the far end, an eight-foot diving board extended out three feet above the water.

"That’s great! I’ve never seen an indoor swimming pool this big," said Madison.

"I considered having this entire floor be the pool, but architects advised against it because there wouldn’t be enough support for the upstairs. I didn’t want to tear the whole house down just for the pool, so this seemed the best option. I like that it gives some casual entertaining space. Bonus, the upper floors are still intact and perfectly usable. All in all, I’m happy the way it turned out.

Jeff slid into the pool. "T, get in here with me. Cody, break in the diving board."

"I’ll need to stretch some, if that’s OK." Cody winked.

"Of course. Wouldn’t want you to injure yourself. Stretch as much and as far as you want."

Jeff and Callaway, arms around each other’s waists, smiled. They watched Madison walk away on the right side of the pool.

"I didn’t think it was possible for him to look better, but that full body tan, yum. Makes him look like a beautiful bronze statue in motion. That, my love," said Jeff, "is a view I cannot imagine getting tired of."

"No argument here. But it doesn’t compare to you, my always and forever."

"And I cannot imagine getting tired of hearing you say things like that" The two kissed deeply. They did not hear Madison cough, then cough again. "Excuse me." Louder, "Excuse me."

Breaking apart, Jeff said, "Yes?" Madison was in a near split. "Oh. Oh my."

"Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt, but I’m stretching and thought…"

"Quite right. Please, keep doing what you’re doing." Turning to Callaway, Jeff said, "That man has become such a cocktease."

"Well, with a body like that, that can do that, with a cock like that, can you blame him?"

"Nope, not at all. Let’s enjoy the show."

After alternating reaching for his left and right foot, Madison stood up. He faced away from the pool, his feet more than shoulder width apart. He touched his right foot, stood up, then his left foot. He did that several more times.

"Is there such a thing as an asstease?" asked Callaway.

"You are looking at it."

"I’m not the only one."

"Lucky us."

Madison did a handstand with both hands, then only one. He followed that with several pushups while still in that position. He switched hands and did a few more. Going into a roll, he stood again and did about twenty jumping jacks.

"Look at that thing bouncing around." Jeff said, "He’s not even stretching anymore. He’s just being an attention whore."

"Cocktease, asstease, attention whore. A man of many talents."

"And all at our disposal. Thanks, Cody, that’s enough ‘stretching’."

"Are you sure? I want to be fully flexible."

"You are that and more. The dive, if you would."

"As you wish, master."

Madison strode to the end of the board. Crouching, he grabbed the front edge, his ass sticking out and his thighs bulging with tension. Suddenly, he launched himself forward into the water.

"His form when he does that is amazing," said Jeff. "I can’t believe I waited this long to see him do that. I’m even more glad I put that board in."

Madison broke the surface, waved, then submerged again, swimming towards them.

"That position he takes, the way it makes his ass stick out."

"I know. As if it weren’t fuckable enough already. Ah, ah." Jeff gripped Callaway tighter.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. He’s just giving me an, aaahh, underwater blowjob."

"Good?"

"Maybe better than, ah, ah, above water. Damn, he stopped."

"He can’t stay down there forever. Ah, hah, hah, hah."

"Doing you know, isn’t he?"

"Yes. You’re right, this is, oh man. Now he’s stopped with me, too."

Madison’s head emerged from that water. "Was that OK? I’ve never done that before. Underwater, I mean."

"Far more than OK," said Jeff. "It was so much more intense."

"I just imagined they were oxygen hoses."

"So, basically you were sucking for dear life."

"Yep"

"If you’d done that for much longer," Callaway said, "your mouth wouldn’t have been filled with oxygen, that’s for sure."

"Hearing that makes me so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever really thanked you for letting the master know about me so he could make me his slave. Now I can’t imagine what my life would be without him."

"We all feel that way. And don’t worry, you’ve thanked me more than enough. Your mouth has thanked me, your dick has thanked me, your ass has thanked me. But if you want to thank me some more, go for it. With your permission," he said to Jeff.

"Oh, there’s going to be thanking a plenty, and maybe some spanking. Some thrashing and splashing too, I think. Gentlemen, let the games begin."

After a considerable amount of foreplay, the rest of the night was a blur of bodies, water, sweat and sex. Around three in the morning, all three had showered and toweled off as much as they could. As they lay down in a heap on the sectional. Jeff said, "Waterproof, just in case. Sweet dreams, guys."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

In the morning, the smell of bacon woke up Callaway and Madison. Not seeing Jeff, the lifeguard asked, "Where’s the master?"

Inhaling, Callaway answered, "Mmm. I’d say he’s making breakfast." Raising his head, he added. "There he is. Having that little kitchen here is handy."

"No!" Madison jumped up and ran to Jeff. Callaway strolled over to join them.

"Master, let me do that," Madison said.

"Stop." Jeff had on a t-shirt and boxer briefs. "Considering your current state of dress, splattering grease could have serious consequences."

Realizing he was still naked, Madison said, "You’re right, of course. But I could have made breakfast. You shouldn’t have to do anything. Your slaves are here to serve you."

Callaway chuckled. "He knows that."

"I’m not an invalid. I like to do things like this, to show my appreciation for your service. Cooking in particular.

"Much as I love seeing you guys like this, you should probably get some towels by the pool for your protection. After that, Cody, could you grab those pictures from your jeep? I’m ready to look at them."

"Yes, master, right away!"

"I like them when they’re so eager to please," Jeff said.

Callaway, who had already gotten a towel and returned, said, "Hey, I’m eager to please."

"Of course, you are. But there’s eager, and then," Jeff pointed to Madison. He was running with a towel in his hand, not even bothering to wrap it around himself, to the door to the other house. "There’s eager."

"I could do that too, if you want."

"No, T, I love you just the way you are. To be honest, if you were like that all the time, it’d probably drive me crazy. A little goes a long way. We’ll just wait until he gets back, which shouldn’t be long. Hope he doesn’t trip."

"I wouldn’t worry. He’s got a great sense of balance."

"True. Not everyone can do one-handed handstands and one-handed pushups. He could have been a gymnast."

"You’ve got that right. Has he ever done the thing with you where he takes his, hey, here he is."

"Here they are, master. I’m sorry it took so long."

"That wasn’t long at all. Now relax and wrap yourself up. Since I didn’t know what people wanted, I’m doing a little of everything. Coffee’s brewing. Pancakes are done. Scrapple, too. Bacon and eggs and hash browns now. Mushrooms, onions and peppers, which I like but not sure if you do. How do you like your eggs, Cody?"

"Scrambled."

"Good, that means it’s the same all around. Grab what you want out of the fridge to put on everything. If you want anything cold to drink, there’s milk and orange juice and apple juice"

After they sat and were drinking coffee, Jeff opened an envelope. "Let’s look at these pictures now. You know who’s who?"

"Uh huh. JD told me who everyone was."

"Which one’s him?"

Madison pointed to a dark-haired muscular man.

"You’re right, he could be a model. But then, so could you. Who’s he?" said Jeff, indicating another broad-shouldered man.

"That’s Sean Monroe. He’s the captain."

"Very handsome. I could see him being on a soap opera. A very sexy one. Hold on. Who is this?"

"Jason Ioane. Native Hawaiian who grew up in the Midwest, but went back to Hawaii recently to explore his roots."

"Do you know how tall he is?"

"Six foot five, I think."

"He’s definitely taller than everyone else. That bronze skin. That body, so lean and tight. That face." Flipping through the other photos, Jeff said, "Some other OK guys, but those three I like a lot. Jason maybe the most."

Jeff sipped some coffee. "Yes, I think a trip to our 50th state is definitely called for. Best if it’s following Russ’ birthday and his and Bobby’s going away party after that." Jeff held Madison’s hand. "Russ and Bobby can go with you to help, since they’ve been to Hawaii in the past. You’ll take some Modifiers with you, of course. I’ll tell you how to install them and where. Return, and then we’ll go together. I’m thinking next month. When I figure out exactly when, tell your friend JD you’ll be visiting for a few days. You won’t have any problems doing that, will you, sweet Cody."

"No, master, no problems. I’ll be happy to enslave all of Hawaii for you."

"I appreciate your eagerness and ambition. But JD and his coworkers should be enough. Very soon, Hawaii, here we come. And by the looks of JD and Sean and Jason, there we’ll cum. A lot."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Granger’s birthday was on a Thursday. Jeff had Palermo give him and Cruz the day off, as well as the following three so they could really celebrate. "Twenty-four isn’t a landmark, but every birthday is special. Particularly when it’s one of my most special boys." He had also arranged for Teresa to stay at the Party House, so the two lovebirds would have their apartment to themselves.

Which was why the knock at their door early in the morning was so disconcerting.

"What time is it? Eight o’clock? I wanted to sleep late," complained Granger. "Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away, whoever they are."

The knocking happened again. Not loud, but insistent.

"That didn’t work," said Cruz, putting on pajama pants. "I’ll get rid of them, then we can go back to sleep."

"Or not. "

"You were the one who wanted to sleep late."

"Now I’m up. All of me. Get back in bed so we can start celebrating."

The knocking repeated. "Coming!"

"Not without me you’re not."

"I’ll be right back."

Cruz looked through the peephole. He saw two men outside, one with dirty blonde hair, the other brunette. They were wearing skimpy tank tops and shorts. Opening the door, he asked, "Can I help you?"

"Nah," said the blonde. "We’re here to help you. Take that back. We’re here to help the other guy. We can help you too, I guess. Wait," he said, turning to the other, "Why are we here?"

Sighing, the brunette said, "Apologies for my dimwitted friend. We’ve been sent by Jeff as a birthday present for Russ Granger."

"Hey, was that a crack?"

"What do you think? Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to."

"Hey, was that a crack?"

"You don’t have a very extensive vocabulary, do you?"

"When are you getting back here, babe," shouted Granger from the bedroom.

"Right now." Speaking to the two men, he said, "Follow me, I guess."

"Lead the way," said Thorn.

"Behind you, dude," added Williams.

"About time," said Granger as soon as he saw Cruz. "I was about to." He stopped as he saw the two men following. "Friends of yours?"

"Allow me. I’m Seth Thorn and this is Scott Williams." Thorn pulled an envelope out of his pocket and gave it to Granger. "This is from Jeff. He’d like you to read the note aloud."

Inside was a card wishing him a happy birthday. The note read:

Dear Russ,

Jeff

Granger looked up. "This is for real?"

"Yeah," said Williams. "We’re, like, totally your slaves for the weekend. You can do anything to us. I mean, I hope you don’t hurt us and stuff. But if you want to, that’s cool. Since, you know, we have to do anything you want."

"He makes it sound like we don’t want to be here," said Thorn. "We want to do this. We want to do whatever you say."

"Sure, sorry, didn’t mean to make it sound that way. I’m down with whatever you dudes want."

"Alright then," said Granger. Turning to Cruz, he asked, "Well this sure changes our plans. What do we do now?"

"You’re the birthday boy. It’s your call."

"Hmm. I think more rest may be required to handle all three of you. Babe, get back in bed. You two, go watch TV in the living room. If we’re not with you by noon, you have permission to wake us up. Gently, of course."

"Sounds great!" said Williams.

"We will obey," said Thorn.

About three hours later, Granger and Cruz went to the living room, naked.

"Ok, guys," said Granger. "Time to check out the merchandise."

"Uh, what merchandise?" asked Williams.

Standing and pulling off his shirt, Thorn said. "You’ll have to forgive him. He has problems with words that have more than one syllable." Removing his shorts, under which he was wearing nothing, he added, "What he means, Scott, is take off your clothes."

"Why didn’t he say that?"

"I did. Clothes. Off, Now."

Standing next to Thorn, Granger asked his lover, "Penny for them?"

The two men were almost the same height, with similar lean builds. Their hard dicks looked remarkably similar, as well as appetizing.

"Earth to Bobby? Hello?"

"Sorry. I think I’ll need to make a closer inspection." Cruz got on his knees. "This may take a few minutes."

"Whatever you say, officer."

Cruz went down on Bobby first, bobbing up and down. He licked the length slowly, followed by deepthroating. After a couple of minutes, he did the same to Thorn.

Finally stopping and looking up, he said, "Hate to admit it, but if I were blindfolded, I might not be able to tell which is which."

"Really? I’ll take you up on that. Stand next to, what was your name again?"

"Scott."

"OK. Stand next to Scott." Cruz and Williams were both more thickly muscular, and their dicks were similarly thick. "Back in a minute."

Granger left the room. When he returned, he was holding a tie. "Seth, blindfold me and spin me around. You two, move around. I don’t want to know who’s who. Once they’re done, Seth, get me in front of them and help me kneel. Can’t tell which dick you’re sucking? I’ll show you."

Carrying out the directions, Granger spent over five minutes on each, jerking them off as well as sucking. At last, he said, "Bobby’s on the left."

"You’re right," said Seth.

Removing the blindfold, Granger said, "Of course I’m right. It was tough, though. Jeff really did find your dick twin. Fortunately, there’s these things you do that are dead giveaways."

"What? What things?"

"I’ll explain later. Also, no one else smells as good as you. For now, let’s all go to the bedroom so I can lay out the plan for the rest of the day. It’ll take a while to work out what to do the rest of the weekend. After you all."

Granger smiled as he watched three tight asses walking in front of him. Thanks, Jeff, he thought. This was, without doubt, going to be the best birthday of his life.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Buchannon’s dead?" asked Jeff.

"Yes," Callaway said. JD had called Madison from Hawaii with the news, who contacted Callaway immediately. The two were in bed together. "Apparently some kind of accident during a rescue. Is this going to change your plans?"

"No. I was going to have the guys go near Sean’s birthday, which is a few weeks away. I’d think the folks there would have gotten over the worst of it by then. I’m sure they’ll be looking to focus on something positive, like a birthday. His death was tragic, but I never knew him and he wasn’t one of the ones I was interested in anyway. The schedule remains the same. Now where were we before we were interrupted. Ah, aaah, yes, that’s where we were."

"Mmph mmm mmmph mmph."

"How many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full? What it’s doing now is fine. Mmm," Jeff grabbed the back of Callaway’s head, pushing it down. "Absolutely fine."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Sunday morning. After days of decadence and enthusiastic evenings, Granger woke up in a tangle of limbs. Needing to empty his bladder, he cautiously extricated himself and went to the bathroom. Going to the kitchen to get some water, he heard a gentle series of knocks at the front door. Looking at a clock, he saw it was a few minutes after ten.

"Damn, that must be Jeff!" Looking through the peephole, he saw it was his master. Opening the door, he said, "I’m so sorry, sir, I totally forgot you were going to be here today."

"You also seem to have forgotten to get dressed." Slapping Granger’s naked ass, he added, "Not that I mind. I’m guessing you’ve been enjoying your birthday presents?"

"Enjoying is an understatement. I’m so worn out I’m amazed I can even walk."

Putting a bag on a chair, Jeff said, "Have you thought about whether you’d like to have Scott and Seth on a more permanent basis?"

"A little. I would. I’m not sure about Bobby, but I think he would too."

"Good. I’ll begin making arrangements. I haven’t watched the videos yet, but I’m betting you’ve probably been fucked so much this week you’ll have trouble sitting for a while."

"Nope, that won’t be a problem."

"My turn to forget. You can handle Newmie’s enormous schlong like a pro now. A total slut, you are."

"You’re the one that made me that way."

"Not really. I did make you gay and relax your inhibitions, but the extreme sluttiness, that’s all you."

"I’m fine with that. Did you want to join the orgy?"

"Not now, maybe later. I do have another present for you, though."

"I’m not sure I can do much with more presents today, sir. Did I mention, worn out?"

"This is a different kind of present. It’s for Bobby, too. I’ll have to take you to it. Scott and Seth can come along, since this relates to them as well." He grabbed the bag he had brought in earlier and gave it to Granger. "Here’s some more presentable clothes for the guys. Meet me outside when you’re all dressed."

When they got outside, they saw Jeff sitting in a Ford Windstar van with the motor running. "Get in back, everyone."

Driving west for about a half hour, they got off the Pacific Coast Highway and entered a residential area with sloping winding streets.

As they turned onto Tramonto Drive, Cruz asked, "We’re near the Getty Villa, aren’t we?"

"Very good, Bobby. Yes, we are." After a few blocks, Jeff pulled into a driveway and parked. "Out, guys. We’re here."

The two-story house they were at, like others on the road, was midcentury modern. It was on a ten-foot rise. The front and one side were all glass, with a wraparound porch on the second floor. This allowed anyone there to see the Pacific Ocean over the houses across the street. With hardly a cloud in the sky, the view was amazing.

"What do you think? Nice, huh?"

"More than nice," said Cruz.

"It’s, it’s beautiful," said Granger.

"I’m glad you like it. I’d feel silly giving it to you and Bobby if you didn’t."

"Giving it to us? You’re kidding, right?"

"No, totally serious. I said I had another present."

"I thought you meant another guy or two, or three. Or even more? But this, it’s too much," said Granger.

"Yeah, especially the property taxes. We can’t afford this," said Cruz.

"On your current salaries, true. But with your new jobs, that won’t be a problem."

"Wait. New jobs?" asked Cruz.

"Yes. Your new jobs as security consultants for Callaway Industries. The house is a perk, but expenses like taxes you’ll have to pay. Though if you ever come up short, of course, it’ll be taken care of.

"I don’t want two of my favorites in such a dangerous line of work. Now I can afford to do something about that. Your new jobs pay so much better, with far less risk. You’ll start next month. Also, since you like these two so much," Jeff said, gesturing to Scott and Seth, "they’ll be living with you too. There’s plenty of room for all four of you and then some, trust me."

"I don’t know what to say," Granger said.

"Thank you would be a good start."

"Oh, yes, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Granger hugged Jeff, with Cruz joining them almost immediately. Scott and Seth, after a minute, made it a group hug.

"Great as this feels, let’s go inside so I can show you around and you can pick out your rooms. Then we can have a little orgy, to break in the place. Think you’re up for it?"

"For this," said Granger, "I’ve got a feeling we’ll be able to manage something. Am I right, guys?"

"Yes," said the others.

Jeff walked up the winding stone steps. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the others obediently following. It’s good to be the master, he thought.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Returning from their long weekend, Cruz and Granger found Assistant DA Blake showing a postcard to several officers, including Palermo.

Blake said, "This was mailed from LA a couple of weeks ago by seventeen-year-old Bonnie Matthews from Minnesota. Here’s her picture."

"She does look kind of familiar," said Harper.

Puzzled, Cruz asked, "Why is the DA's office involved in a runaway case?

"Because this area has suddenly become a mecca for internet runaways," said Palermo.

Blake added, "The governor wants us to start clamping down on the creeps luring them here."

"Cory, you’ll be taking lead on this," Palermo said. He turned to Cruz and Granger. "Let me be the first to say that I’ll miss you two around here."

"What?" "Are you guys leaving?" "When did this happen?"

"Guys, guys, Bobby and Russ are going to be working for T.C.’s dad’s company in a few weeks. You-Know-Who wanted to keep it under wraps until it was all set."

"We’ll be in a house and everything, like real grownups," said Granger. "Of course, we’ll have a party there to celebrate once we’re moved in. You’re all invited. And you, Lieutenant, can come over anytime."

"I may take you up on that."

"Oh, I know you will. When have you ever not cum? Over, that is." Since everyone within earshot was Modified, Granger felt more open to comment on the activities in which they engaged.

"Fun as this is," said Palermo, "we do have a runaway to find. Let’s get to it, people."

Harper pulled McNamara aside. "Cory, you know that domestic disturbance this morning? I saw a face in the window. I thought it was the sister the guy was talking about. But she looked a lot like that runaway."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I didn’t really trust him. He was cute in a geeky sort of way, but boy, was he giving off some seriously freaky vibes."

"The whole thing seemed off to me, too, but there wasn’t really anything we could do at the time."

"Now?"

"I think we need to run a background check on, what was his name?"

"Ken Carter."

"Let’s find out more about Ken Carter."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

When information about Carter came in that afternoon, he seemed very likely to be a suspect. More research only strengthened that likelihood.

"This guy’s history has got psycho written all over it. His sister Lacy was allegedly raped when she turned eighteen by her boyfriend and he bashed his head in with a baseball bat. The sister committed suicide, but accounts saying the way Carter treated her afterwards may have contributed," said McNamara.

"Like that scumbag that Teresa almost got involved with a while back," Palermo said.

"Exactly. His sister was blonde and looked a lot like the ex-girlfriend we met and Matthews. Plus, there’s the way he reacted to Monica and not me." McNamara was a brunette and Harper a blonde. Carter had fawned over and flirted with Harper.

"And there’s more. There have been several young blonde girls who were murdered around their eighteenth birthdays in Minnesota and California. The ones there stopped and the ones here started not long after Carter moved to LA."

"I agree," said Palermo. "I think he’s our guy. Unfortunately, all this is circumstantial. We need hard evidence, or a confession. Fortunately, we do have a way to get the latter. In this guy’s case, I don’t have any qualms about using it."

After getting a warrant from a friendly judge, they found Matthews in Carter’s house. They were both brought in for questioning.

She said she was with Carter willingly to get away from an abusive stepfather. He had never harmed her and treated her like a princess, she said. But since her eighteenth birthday was at the end of the week, she was still a minor.

Carter was calm, even offering to take a lie-detector test to prove his innocence. Palermo, though, had something else prepared.

"I need you to watch something." Turning on the television, the screen filled with static.

"Not much to see."

"Just wait."

Carter’s eyes became glassier. Soon his jaw fell, with drool oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Can you hear me, Ken?"

"Yes."

"You’re going to answer all my questions truthfully. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What is your name?"

"Ken Carter."

"What are your intentions with Bonnie Matthews?"

"To save her."

"Save her from what?"

"From being defiled like Lacy."

"How are you going to do that?"

"By freeing her soul before that happens."

"You mean by killing her."

"Yes."

"Have you saved any other girls?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Eight."

"Write down their names for me." After finishing, Palermo said, "You’ve written your sister’s name eight times."

"They’re all Lacy to me."

"Here’s another piece of paper. Write their real names, then above it ‘Girls I’ve Saved’. That’s better. How many more girls are you planning on saving?"

"As many as I can until I can be with Lacy."

"Why haven’t you joined her yet?"

"Because suicide is a sin."

"But murder isn’t?"

"Not murder. Saving them."

To Carter, murder was not wrong, yet killing himself was. He would not stop ‘saving’ girls until he was arrested or killed. Palermo began to have an inkling of what Carter wanted.

"Do you want to be arrested?"

A pause. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because it would take longer to be with Lacy."

"So, what do you want to happen?"

"Police to shoot me. Then it would be OK."

Suicide by cop, thought Palermo. That could be arranged.

Leaving the entranced serial killer, the lieutenant called Jeff to tell him his plan. After approving, he quickly filled in the officers in the building on what was going to happen. Once that was done, Palermo returned to the interrogation room.

"Ken, this is what’s going to happen."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"Alright, you’re free to go."

Carter felt woozy as he stood up. "You got everything you needed?"

"Yes, we did," Palermo smiled so Carter could not see it. "If we need to ask you any more questions, we know where to find you. Miss Matthews will be staying with us, since she’s still a minor."

"But not for much longer. Then she’ll come back to me."

"More likely to her boyfriend. He’s coming in from Minnesota to get her."

"What?"

"Oh, she didn’t tell you? Technically, he could be arrested for multiple counts of statutory rape. But since both of them are minors, and they both consented, they’re being let off with a warning."

"No, that’s not possible!"

"Sorry. Guess you’ll have to find another girlfriend. Preferably one who’s of age."

Storming out, he headed for the exit until he saw Officer Harper. Looking around, he saw a letter opener at a nearby desk. Palming it, he went to Harper. "Madam, since I’m a free man again, might I invite you to have dinner with me so I can bask in your beauty?"

"Please. You like taking advantage of underage girls. I’d never go out with a sleaze like you."

"If I can’t have you, no one else will." Getting behind her, he held the letter opener to her throat. "Back off, back off!"

Matthews was being escorted by Strickland from another interrogation room. They stopped when they saw what was happening.

Everyone who had a gun was pointing it at Carter. Palermo stepped forward. "Put it down and let her go, Carter. Let’s talk."

"I’m done talking. I’m going to save her, like I did all the others."

"Save? You mean murder."

"That’s what you call it. But they’ll never be sullied by any man ever again. Now Monica can be with them too. For now, she’s mine."

"No, she’s not. She’s not anybody’s" Slyly winking at Harper, he added, "More like everybody’s. How many ‘boyfriends’ have you had this month?"

"Five. No, six."

"You said you weren’t married." Carter exclaimed.

"Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun before I get to the altar."

"No!" Carter raised the knife above his head, preparing to plunge it into Harper. Before he could, though, everyone that had a clean shot took it. Falling to the ground, he whispered, "Lacy." Carefully approaching, Palermo checked his pulse. "He’s gone. Good work, everyone." If there is an afterlife, Palermo thought, I doubt he went to the same place as his sister.

Matthews was sobbing. "I thought he loved me."

Strickland hugged her. "Someone like that, he can’t really love anybody."

Palermo went to Carter’s place afterward, planting the list he had written so it could be found when it was searched. "At least their families can get some closure,’ he told Jeff later.

"You did good today, Tony. Very, very good."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

More than a week later, the time for the going away party had arrived. Palermo and Newman reached the location at about ten-thirty. They had to park almost three blocks away, since they could not find anything closer.

"I knew Russ and Bobby were popular, but damn." Newman said.

"They are, but Jeff told me he invited more people to make this a real blowout. Besides their co-workers, there’s some of yours. Also, Lux mechanics and actors from his little movie company. There should be more good-looking people per square foot than you can shake a stick at."

"I see two of them right now."

Outside the front door were a man and women, both casually dressed, sitting behind a table. Newman recognized them as lifeguards on his team

"Hey, guys," said Newman. "What are you doing out here? Sounds like the party is really going on inside."

"We’re collecting car keys to make sure no one drives home drunk."

"That’s very admirable."

"It’s a shame you two are stuck out here all night, though."

"Oh, no, we’re not," said the woman. "Just for half an hour. It’s being done in shifts, so everyone can enjoy the party."

"Jeff thinks of everything," Palermo whispered.

"That’s great. You don’t have to worry about us. Tony’s my designated driver."

"Then go right in. Don’t bother knockin’ ‘cause the party is a rockin’. Maybe we’ll see you later."

As the door opened, they could hear more clearly the words of the song that was playing.

So when you need some love and tenderness

And it's me, baby, that you miss

Here's the key to unlock the door

To my house, my house

"They’re playing our song," said Newman.

"I thought it was ‘Push It.;" Palermo said.

"We could have more than one, couldn’t we? You know how much I like unlocking your door."

"I like unlocking yours too." Palermo looked around, taking in the full surroundings. "Wow."

They were in what looked like a huge nightclub. Couches lined the walls, with more couches and chairs strewn about the area. There was a long bar on either side, each staffed by two bartenders. Glittering disco balls hung from the ceiling over the dance floor, which was packed. An elevated DJ booth overlooked the dance floor.

Also scattered around were three go-go cages that were several feet above the ground. Each had two people dancing in them. One had a man and a woman, another had two women, and the third had two men. The women wore gold bikinis and the men had on small silver latex booty shorts. The cages were lit from the bottom, making it difficult to see the dancers’ faces.

"It’s like the second coming of Studio 54, but more understated," said Newman.

"And how would you know?" asked Palermo.

"I might have gone there a few times, back in the day."

"You are just full of surprises. Wait. I think I recognize one of those cage dancers." Getting closer, Palermo was sure. "Monica, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a cage like that?"

"Hey, Lieutenant. You-Know-Who wanted some extra entertainment for the party. Me and some others volunteered. Isn’t that right, Lani?"

"Yep. It’s fun." Newman recognized the other woman as one of his lifeguards, Lani McKenzie.

"We’ll be out in about twenty minutes, then I’m going to say hi to Russ and Bobby."

"I guess we’ll leave you to it."

"Jamie’s over there." Monica pointed to one of the other cages. "I don’t know the guy with him. Lani, you said you knew the blonde guy over there in the other one."

"That’s Cody. I don’t know who the guy with him is either. Ever thought you’d see him like that, Newmie?"

"Not really." He did not mention that he and Palermo had seen the lifeguard in many other ways.

Palermo did recognize the other two men. Both were Lux mechanics. The one with Jaime was Reece Katzin, the one with Cody was Eric Nash.

"I think we all get replaced about the same time," said Monica. "We can get together after. Better get back to dancing. Gotta keep the folks entertained."

"That you’re doing and then some," said Palermo. "I think I could use a drink." Nodding, he added, "Ladies."

Palermo had recognized the men at the bar on the left. They were two of the Lux mechanics who had been at last year’s Halloween party. One had played Superman and the other Captain Marvel.

The bartenders on the right were not known to him. They were both very handsome. Of course they are, thought Palermo. As if Jeff would have any other kind.

All the bartenders were wearing vest with no shirts, showing off their smooth muscled arms and chest. As they got closer, they could tell they were wearing tuxedo pants.

They went to the one that was not currently busy. He had a nametag that read 'Warren'. Before they could speak, the bartender said in a British accent, "What will you two fine gentlemen be having tonight?"

"I’m driving, so just a Coke for me," said Palermo.

"I’m not," Newman said, "I’ll have bourbon, neat."

"Coming right up."

As the bartender prepared their drinks, he asked, "And how did you find your way to this soiree? Do tell."

"I’m the boss of the guests of honor," said Palermo.

Newman added, "I’m his plus one."

"Then you know the guests of honor. I’ve not had the pleasure. They’ve not gotten any drinks yet." Nodding towards the other side of the room, he added, "They seem to be rather otherwise occupied."

Palermo and Newman turned. They saw Granger and Cruz energetically gyrating on the dance floor. Some of the time it was with women, but most of the time it was with each other.

"Those two," said Palermo, turning back. "You gotta love ‘em."

"Then you’re aware of how enamored they are of each other?"

"I’ve never heard it put that way, but yes, I’m aware. Aware and totally fine with it." Palermo wrapped his arm around Newman’s waist and squeezed. "Problem with that, Warren?"

"No, no, far from it. Since I’ve been in your lovely state of California, I’ve become rather open myself." Warren smiled and winked at his fellow barman. "Isn’t that right, Rye?"

"What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that." Rye was tall and looked more muscular than Warren. His voice was deep and resonant.

"I said to these gentlemen that I’ve become rather open since arriving in California."

Seeing Palermo and Newman’s closeness, Rye smiled. "Yes, Warren has become very open since he got to California." He said the state name like Warren did.

"My roommate there is always making fun of my accent, but I know he likes it. And I could listen to him talk all day. He could read the telephone directory and make one think such indecent thoughts."

Giving them their drinks, Warren said to Palermo, "If you’re their boss, that would make you a police officer too."

"I am. So are quite a few of the people here."

"That makes me feel safe, and a little nervous. What if I do something illegal without realizing it?"

"Then I might have to arrest you. Put you in cuffs. Discipline you if you’ve been bad."

"Don’t let the accent fool you. I can be a very bad boy. I’m always in need of some good discipline. I wouldn’t want to go to jail, though. Is there any way you could keep that from happening? I would be ever so grateful."

"I’m sure I could do something to get you off. Several things, actually."

"I’m sure you can, and that I’ll be well taken care of in your capable hands." Giving them their drinks, Warren said to Newman, "Your hands as well."

"Oh, I’m not a policeman. I help run the Los Angeles County Lifeguard Service in the area."

"A policeman and a lifeguard. I am indeed in very capable hands. You’re a whiskey man, then?"

"You might say I’m enamored of it."

Warren laughed. "Yes, I might. There’s something you should try. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name."

"Newmie."

"Rye, could I get one of your specialties for Newmie here?

"I’m on it."

"Do you bartend fulltime?" asked Newman.

"No. We’re both struggling actors. Currently we’re working on a project with a new studio, Argee Productions." Warren gestured around. "This is part of one of their soundstages. A week ago, it was empty. This isn’t even for a movie, just for this party. They must have done someone a really big favor."

Palermo chuckled. "You could say that."

"Are you familiar with the studio?

Palermo chuckled. "Yes, I’ve heard of them." It was Jeff’s pet project, to lure a different set of hot men into his service. Men like these bartenders.

"We were told about this party and that they were looking for help. Rye and I said we could bartend. The pay is decent, and tips have been very generous."

"If you give good service, you’ll always reap the benefits," said Palermo.

Rye slid a glass down to Warren, who gave it to Newman. He took a sip. His eyes widened. He gave the glass to Palermo. "Try this. Just a little." After doing so, he said, "That’s nice. What is it?"

"Rock and rye."

"I’ve heard of that. Some sort of infusion, right?"

"Yes. He makes it himself. Takes almost a week. Won’t say exactly what’s in it, though I’ve tried to get it out of him. I’ve gotten so many other things out of him." Warren gave them a half-smile. "But not that. He always brings at least a couple of bottles with him whenever he’s bartending. His name’s not Rye, actually. Everyone just calls him that because of the drink."

Newman said, "As far as nicknames go, that’s a pretty good one."

"You said you were actors. Have you done anything we might have seen you in?" Palermo asked.

"A few commercials. I did theater in the West End while I was still in London. We’ve both done some local theater as well."

"It sounds like you’re very versatile."

"I think you’ll find I play well with multiple parts."

"You mean you play multiple parts well.

Looking both men up and down, he lingered below their waists. Looking in Palermo’s eyes again, Warren raised an eyebrow. "That too."

Palermo looked at Newman, who nodded. Palermo asked Warren, "Do you have a business card?"

"Certainly."

"I’m on a first name basis with the owner of Argee Productions. I’ll be happy to tell him how well you’ve been serving people tonight. If you could come over to our place sometime, we’d like to get to know you better. Both of you, if possible."

"I can’t speak for Rye, though I think I can convince him. I know that I’d be willing to come over any time." Warren leaned forward and said in a low voice. "I’ve found I rather fancy older gentlemen. They have so much more experience."

You don’t know the half of it, Palermo thought.

"By the way, since you know him so well, you should talk to the owner about doing television shows about your work. One about police officers, another about lifeguards. They’d be great."

"That’s nice of you to say, but I don’t think he’d be interested," said Palermo. "A show about police riding on bicycles?"

"Yeah. And a show about lifeguards?" asked Newman. "Besides rescues, what else could they show? People running on the beach? Who’d watch that?"

"I suppose you’re right. Just a suggestion."

"It’s appreciated that you think our jobs could be interesting enough for a TV show. We’re going to mingle. We will call you later."

"I look forward to it."

Palermo and Newman moved around the room, stopping to chat with people they knew.

"Hey, Lieutenant, you made it!" The speaker was Cruz, with Granger beside him. Their sweaty clinging shirts were so translucent it was like they were not wearing shirts at all.

"Wild horse couldn’t keep me away. I’m going to miss having you guys around."

Granger got closer and said quietly, "You know you can still have us, anytime you want."

"I know. But I won’t have as easy access."

"True. What we won’t have in quantity I guess we’ll have to make up for with quality."

"Who are you kidding? You two are always quality. Wouldn’t you agree, Newmie?"

"Definitely. Quality all the way."

Cruz said, "Jeff really pulled out all the stops on this one. I don’t feel worthy."

"Trust me, you’re worthy. Both of you. More than worthy."

"If you say so, Lieutenant."

"Guys, Tony."

"I know. But until we’re officially gone, you’re still our lieutenant. I like calling you lieutenant."

Russ added, "And other things."

"While I’m thinking about it," said Cruz, "we’re officially inviting the two of you to our party we’re throwing once we start our new job. It’ll probably be in about a month, after we get back from Hawaii."

"Another party?" asked Palermo. "How are you going to top this one?"

"We’re not. It’s going to be much smaller. Only close and intimate friends. It’ll be at our new place, so it’s also for showing it off to the folks that haven’t seen it."

"In that case, we look forward to it."

Granger tugged Cruz’s arm. "Enough talk. I’m ready for more dancing."

"This guy." Cruz said. "He’s like the Energizer bunny. He keeps going and going."

"You know you like it."

"I do. But a break once in a while would be nice."

"We just had a break. Talking, for, like, five minutes."

"Fine, fine." Cruz shook his head. "The things you do for the one you love."

"I heard that."

"Do you want to hear it again?"

"If you want to say it again, I won’t stop you."

"The things you do for the one you love."

"The things you’ll let the one you love do to you. They’re playing our song! Enough talk. Dance."

As Granger dragged him off, Cruz waved and said, "Bye!"

Palermo and Newman smiled as they heard the lyrics.

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

The two silently mouthed the rest to each other. Without knowing it, Cruz and Granger were singing the words to each other as well.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Palermo and Newman danced more than either had in a long time. They stayed longer than they had planned, since they were enjoying themselves so much. Leaving around one in the morning, they collapsed into bed.

"That was fun," said Newman. "We should do that more often."

"The flirting, or the dancing?" asked Palermo.

"Mainly the dancing, though the flirting was fun too. I’d really like to have a go at those two bartenders."

"Me too. I’d call them tonight now, but they're probably still working. Besides, I think we’re both worn out."

"I can’t argue there. But call them tomorrow. Or I guess it’s later today. Either way, call them soon."

"I will, I will." Palermo said, "We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Good night, Gracie."

"Good night, Gracie."

Snuggling closer, they quickly dropped off to sleep.

Just before sunrise, a naked Granger was closing the drapes in the bedroom of their new home when Cruz said, "Stop," He was stretched out on their bed, also nude.

"What?"

"Stand like that for a minute. I’m admiring the view."

"Happy to please. But if I stay like this too long, I’ll be giving the neighbors a free show."

"It’s Saturday morning. None of the neighbors get up this early."

"You have a point. In that case." Granger started undulating like a belly dancer.

"You’re such a tease."

"You know you love it. And other things."

"Speaking of other things, get them over here."

Finishing closing the drapes, he jumped into bed. "Tell me all the things you love about me."

"I’d rather show you. This. This. This, but I love this more."

"You always have. What I love about you is this. And this. Let’s not forget these."

"If we keep going, we won’t be getting any sleep."

"You say that like it’s a problem."

"Normally it wouldn’t be. But we’ve been up for almost twenty hours straight. Not to mention all the dancing we did the last few hours. I’m done. Aren’t you?"

"Yeah, though I hate to admit it."

"Even the Energizer bunny needs to recharge its batteries. Next week is going to be crazy too. Going to Hawaii, setting things up to get more slaves for Jeff. We need to be on our top game."

"Why do you have to be so reasonable?"

"One of us has to be."

"I should be mad at you that you don’t want to fuck. Why aren’t I mad at you?’

"Because you love me so much?"

"Oh. Yeah. That. Darn it."

"I love you too, if that helps."

"It helps a little. It’d help more if you said it again."

"I love you."

"Maybe one more time?"

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you too. God, I love you so much."

The two started kissing, cuddling closer. Eventually they drifted away into slumber, their dreams filled with Hawaii and each other.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

CAST:

The Police:

· T.C. Callaway – Jim Davidson

· Bobby Cruz - Mario Lopez

· Russ Granger - Jeff Stearns

· Tony Palermo - Rick Rossovich

The Lifeguards:

· Michael (Newmie) Newman - Michael Newman

· Cody Madison - David Chokachi

The Birthday Presents:

· Seth Thorn – Josh Hartnett

· Scott Williams – Seann William Scott

The Mechanics:

· Reece Katzin (one of the go go dancers) – Christopher Atkins

· Eric Nash (one of the go go dancers) – Eric Nies

The Bartenders:

· Cezar Araña (also a Lux mechanic) – Victor Webster

· Randy Fellows (also a Lux mechanic) – Rusty Joiner

· Warren – Andrew Cooper (To hear and see Cooper, watch these videos)

· Rye – Ryan Paevey (To hear and see Paevey, watch these videos)

~ ~ ~

Below is a partial playlist for the going away party. Partly because I could not find videos for all the songs, but a lot because I figured this was enough to give a sense of what the party sounded like. Basically, every song is not on the playlist, but every song on the playlist was played at some point during the party.

· Party playlist