Dean's twenty third birthday party was a modest event, with only Moriarty, Dean and Tiffany sharing the small selection of sugared slices and the large black bottle of coke. However, Moriarty was convinced that he would appreciate her kind gesture. She sipped her fizzy drink and looked across at Dean as he stared through the window at the mild, late autumn sun. His plump phallus was limp against his thigh while his stomach and leg muscles glinted from the mellow rays of the noon sun. She had admired his body for the past year, able to control her emotions because she knew there was no chance of enjoying his body without compromising the project. Now, the end of the Dionysus Project was a dark cloud with a silver lining because, at last, she would be able to savour him without guilt or consequence.
Dean's special birthday lunch did not seem to be easing his despondent mood, so she joined him by the window. She asked if he was sorry to be leaving, and he seemed startled by the question.
"How do you know I'm leaving?"
"Miss Patterson told everyone yesterday. Don't you remember?"
"Of course, I'm sorry."
"You're not leaving yet. That is unless you know something I don't." He smiled at her comment and looked out the window before asking the time. He was told it was just before one in the afternoon and he smiled once more. She was perplexed by this unusual behaviour, but then he turned to face her and told her that he would miss some of the staff at the Research Centre. She could not avoid blushing at such a compliment as she sipped her drink.
After his birthday lunch Moriarty asked Tiffany to give Dean a full medical check before sending her home, because "you'll need to start looking for a new job as soon as possible." So, by three o'clock Moriarty was alone in the Research Centre with her captive stud. She knew she had Dean to herself until the night guard arrived at eight.
Moriarty, more than anyone else in the Corporation, deserved to taste the fruits of her work. Every single member of the Research Centre team, including both secretaries, had enjoyed Dean. She was entitled to him, and her heart pounded when he casually looked away from the window and cast a mellow smile. Walton's therapy and the situations she had devised to show her kindness and compassion would have left him feeling grateful for her efforts to keep him from harm. Now it was time for her reward.
Time and again she had gazed at his naked form and wondered at the sensation of grasping his thighs as he drove himself into her moist opening, and now there was no time to waste. Patterson implied that he would be sent away within a few days. Moriarty had asked for him to be sent to his former prison while she tried to convince Fleming to reverse her decision because she wanted him somewhere he would be keen to leave if she revived the Dionysus Project. Once more, she would save him from harm, and he would be so grateful he would be utterly faithful to her every command.
Moriarty asked him to spend an hour in the Exercise Room
"You need to run off those two slices of cake."
She allowed herself a friendly pat on his tight stomach as he left to exercise his body and after a few minutes she joined him to see that he was already perspiring as he danced on the pedals of his static bike. She knew now that she would offer herself to him while he showered, but she was willing to be patient so she found a chair and sat behind him, watching his buttocks rise and fall as he rode his static bike. She enjoyed the sound of his panting, the noise so similar to the groans of his remarkable sexual performances. Countless times she had listened to him gasping for breath as he shoved himself into his partner, his Perspex box and his own hand, but soon she would hear him breathing deep as he held her in a passionate embrace. It would be his first performance of the day, and she was almost frightened by the intensity of his impending barrage.
After twenty minutes she sent him to the weights, and she was pleased to notice that he remained compliant even though her authority over him was coming to an end. She watched as he grasped the rough matting of the grips, tensed his superb legs and lifted the bar onto his chest. He breathed deeply as he concentrated on the final phase of the lift. A moment later he stood, legs apart with the bar hoisted over his head. He remained motionless for a moment, allowing Moriarty to admire his tense frame before he lowered the bar and looked at her, as if seeking praise. She decided to be dominant and asked him to increase the weights.
"I am sure you could lift more," she claimed. He looked down to the matting before slipping off metal circles from each end and replacing them with wider weights. He prepared for his lift.
"It's just you and me now, Dean." He did not seem to understand. "All the others have gone. I've sent Tiffany home for the day. I don't know if you've noticed but the other two have gone. I've finally convinced Miss Patterson to end your expansion therapy, and thankfully I was able to end those dreadful injections into your testicles." Dean did not respond and she presumed his silence was due to his stupidity, though both Patterson and Walton believed that he was reasonably intelligent. "I hope you are grateful." Now she was fishing for compliments.
"Dr Moriarty, I know how much you care for me."
She was pleased by his answer and settled in her seat to enjoy him labouring with the weights for her entertainment. After a few lifts she asked him to face the wall to allow her a view of his buttocks. Eventually he was ordered to stop because, she explained, she did not want him to strain any muscles before his transfer. She had to deliver and fit and healthy prisoner to his next jailor.
"I hope they treat you well in your next prison."
"I don't think anyone could ever treat me the way you have treated me."
