Blae's Bad Decision

*All person's engaging in sexual activity are over the age of 18*

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Blake felt his bed move which stirred him awake. He had rolled over in his sleep. He rolled over and looked around the room. It was still dark out but the light to his night stand was on. The room was empty. He was slightly hung over, and his head hurt but, he was sure the thing that hurt more was thinking that maybe the girl had gone home.

Her name was Carson Ray. She had told him when they first got out of the club and could actually hear each other talk. He didn't know why she was so captivating but he hoped it just revolved around the fact that she hadn't slept with him yet.

His door opened and he could see her walk back into the room. She was still wearing his white shirt but he couldn't see if his pajama bottoms were still on her or not. She looked over at him but in the light of the night stand she couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. She gazed around the room and spotted her pants laying on the ground closer to the bed. She walked to them and bent over so that she could pick them up.

Blake opened his eyes wide as her naked ass appeared out from beneath the T shirt. Between her two ass cheeks he could see her round pussy just barely illuminated in the light of the lamp. The lips looked full and soft and almost devoid of hair. He only got a quick peek before she stood back up and everything was covered back up by the shirt.

She picked up her pants and started to put them on, but just as she got one leg into them she let them fall back to the floor. She looked back at him and then crawled back into bed. He covered her up and closed his eyes to begin falling back to sleep. Soon he was out but he couldn't help but think of how for some reason she had crawled back into bed with him, now dressed in a manner more akin to Donald Duck, or Winnie the Pooh.

In the morning Blake woke up once again to an empty room. He looked around the dorm but Carson was nowhere to be found. He shrugged and rubbed his head. He knew a hot shower would help with the hangover and would hopefully put it away for good. He sat for a long time under the shower head letting the hot water rattle against his throbbing noggin. He threw a towel on and stepped out of the shower, through the living room, and back into his room. As soon as he walked in the first thing he saw was Carson asleep in his bed.

He grabbed some running shorts and a shirt out of his dresser and was about to drop his towel when he thought she might wake up and think he was trying to get naked in front of her on purpose. He started to walk out of the room when his mind flashed back to her bending over in the dead of night and letting her little round peach of a pussy peek out at him while he was asleep. What was he being so modest for? He just couldn't imagine any innocence in that move she had pulled last night.

He let his towel drop and started to put his shorts on. A hand reached between his legs and prevented the shorts from getting past his knees. He stepped forward trying to get away from her but the shorts tripped him up and he comically went reeling forward and landed face down on the ground. He reached over and yanked the towel back over his body as he rolled over.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Carson said.

"And you're impossible to read, you know that?" he fired back.

"Why, what did I do?"

"Well you bent over and beavered me in the middle of the night for one thing. Here I thought you were modest."

She turned beet red and looked down at her pillow. "Sorry, that actually wasn't intentional. I really am intending to establish chemistry between us before we fuck each other's brains out. I just never sleep with bottoms on unless I am on my period. I hoped I could get away with it without you finding out. I even snuck out this morning to grab breakfast, of course made myself decent in the process."

"Well, it was dark so all I really saw was your ass."

"Then why did you say I beavered you?" she said tilting her head to look down her nose at him.

"Well if I could see your naked ass then I figured there might have been a chance your pussy was somewhere in view when you bent over."

"What I want to know is, why are you being so reserved with me? This doesn't match your reputation at all. I thought you were a one night stand machine. In fact as soon as I said we weren't going to have sex, I figured you'd just throw me out."

"I guess I am just quite the monster on the gossip line."

"Yeah, you may want to try and clean that up."

He smiled at her slightly. "Maybe that's the reputation I'm going for."

Her face changed instantly when he said this

"Well then nothing you have said or done last night, or this morning makes any sense. You have been sweet, you've not been as aggressive as one would expect but then right when I think there is a chance you might think of me differently, you go and say something awful like that."

"Like what?" he protested.

"Like 'maybe that is the reputation you are going for.' Meaning you don't want to give me a chance at establishing chemistry, you are just biding your time before you make me another notch on your bed."

"I thought you said you knew me? You knew my reputation. Why do certain girls think they are the ones to turn a man from a dog into a domesticated poodle?"

"You're right, be a fucking dog then!! Fuck you Blake Morris."

She could not have gotten out of his bed quicker. She was now wearing panties and his white shirt. She then pulled her pants on and angrily left the room. He sat there alone, after he heard his front door slam, thinking about what had just happened. Funny how she thought one night of not banging him meant that he had changed and wanted a clear cut relationship with her. At least that is what he guessed she had imagined. He felt a little guilty about the whole thing but the feeling quickly passed.

He hoped he'd get to see her again, but not if she was going to try and tie him down in any way. He needed to process this but right now he just couldn't. Besides, he'd had an attractive girl in his bed all night and he'd been turned on a couple times now without getting off. He hadn't shot his load in almost 2 days. He was starting to feel pent up.

"To jerk off or to try and get laid, that is the question." He said looking at his wall of theatre masks. "Guess I'll hold out and see if I get laid."

It was Saturday. Blake was clean so he didn't want to go for a jog or go to the gym. Instead he went to the local coffee shop and brought a book with him from his small collection. He wanted to push Carson out of his mind. It wasn't that he didn't want to be attracted to her, it was more she had caused him to deviate from his usual course of feelings and it was all foreign to him. Fucking for fuck's sake was just...easier.

With Carson he hadn't even done anything sexual with her other then get a glimpse of her pussy and he had never desired a woman more.

"It's just the fact that you didn't tag her that makes you want her so bad." He thought to himself.

He decided to go see a movie. He could get all the things out of the way that he couldn't do while sweaty then he could get his exercise in for the day. The flick was decent, he had gone to see a comedy. He then grabbed a quick bite for lunch and feeling nice and fueled up he made his way to the gym for a jog on the treadmill and a solo lift.

Leg day always made him feel good. He had done squats and built off of that with other smaller leg muscles till his thighs and calves were tingling and sore. He always knew he had done enough when he walked with a slight limp afterwards. Although this was not often, he had switched up his routine with new lifts that did the trick in properly tearing up his muscles.

He made his way back to his dorm and walked in to Adam sitting on the couch watching TV. As soon as he walked in his roommate held up another note he had been keeping next to him on the couch.

"Yes I read it, and that's why I took off the door and brought it inside. Who are these 'Those that enjoy the carnal life'?" Adam asked.

"I don't know. I wish I did so I could try and get them to leave me alone."

"Well, they are blackmailing you pretty hard. Looks like that girl you brought home last night was the University President's daughter. They are pretty adamant about what they want you to do now."

Blake snatched the note out of Adam's hand.

BLAKE

YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITH THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY'S DAUGHTER, CARSON. NOW WE CAN REALLY RUIN YOUR LIFE. WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID WITH HER LAST NIGHT. WE WANT TO GO AHEAD AND MOVE FORWARD WITH OUR PLAN. PLEASE MEET US AT THE OLD HOSPITAL ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF TOWN. 8 TOMORROW MORNING. IT'S NOT AS ABANDONED AS MOST PEOPLE THINK. IF YOU MAKE ANY ATTEMPT TO REPORT ANY OF THIS, YOU MAY STOP US ON THIS CAMPUS, BUT WE WILL MAKE SURE YOU'LL NEVER BE SUCCESSFUL AT ANY CAREER YOU PURSUE.

-THOSE THAT ENJOY THE CARNAL LIFE

P.S.

AGAIN, WE DON'T LIKE TO THREATEN. WE'D RATHER SHOW YOU ALL THE BENEFITS THAT PLAYING ALONG WITH OUR SOCIETY WILL REAP YOU. COME AND ENJOY THE CARNAL LIFE WITH US

Beneath it was a crude drawing of flies buzzing around a jar labeled 'Honey'.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Adam said standing up to look into Blake's eyes. He stood right in front of him and even placed a hand on his shoulder. It was the most serious Blake had ever seen Adam act.

Blake actually managed a small smile as the right side of his mouth turned up slightly. "It sounds like the best you can do is pretend you never read that letter."

Blake had gone to sleep early. Staying up late Friday night meant he wanted to be rested for whatever it was they were going to do to him this morning. Now as his watch read 7:55am he stepped out of his car as he had parked in the multitude of empty spots in front of the little strip mall the hospital used to be located in. Even the rental spaces on either side of the space that used to be the hospital were abandoned also.

One said it was a pharmacy and the other said it was a deli. The three rental spaces thus read "RX - Burle Clinic - Classic Deli"

He wished he had jerked off the night before, or this morning. It had now been almost 3 days and he had read you never make major decisions without jerking off first.

Blake walked up to the door of the clinic and tried to open it. It was locked. He looked down at his watch. The time was 7:58am. The door had heavy tinting in its windows and in the windows on either side of it. He looked around to see that no cars were parked anywhere near the clinic. He half expected another car to pull up to the clinic so he waited until his watch turned to 8am. He figured the people would just be late so he turned to start watching the parking lot for someone to pull up. Instead he heard the door behind him unlock. He whirled around expecting to see a person in the door but instead he saw nothing but black through the tint of the windows.

He walked over and pulled on the door and it swung open easily. He stepped inside the clinic and found himself in more blackness. He started to turn around since he could no longer see but he heard the door click locked behind him. He tugged at the door anyway. It didn't even wiggle on its hinges.

A voice blared over a speaker above his head. "Remove all clothing and leave your belongings piled on the floor behind you!" it said loudly.

Blake stood there defiantly. He instinctively patted his pants making sure he had his phone, wallet and keys. That was all that he brought in with him. Other than that movement he stayed relatively still.

"Remove all clothing and leave your belongings piled on the floor behind you!" The voice repeated.

Blake continued to stand still.

A flash of electricity burst out of what Blake assumed was an outlet on the opposite side of the room from him. He jumped at the sudden illumination in the room but it was quickly dark again.

"Flies with honey Morris. Do as we ask and you will find that the honey is especially sweet." The voice said more calmly this time.

Blake thought about it for a second. He had come this far. Then thought about his options. He untied his shorts first then pulled his shirt off over his head. He had been wearing a clean pair of basketball shorts and a white T shirt. Now he stood there in just shorts with boxer briefs on underneath. He slid the shorts down and peeled his shoes and socks off. Then when he was only wearing his boxer briefs he stood still once again.

"Those too, Morris." The voice echoed in the darkness. He could literally see nothing and he had gotten undressed completely by feel. Clearly whoever was watching him had on night vision or some equivalent?

He slid his underwear down and stood there completely naked in the dark. He instinctively pulled on his dick a little to try and get a little extra length out of it since it had been tucked so snuggly into his undergarment.

"Take ten steps forward. Don't worry, we won't let you bump into anything."

Blake stepped forward the ten steps. As he counted 7, 8, 9 he heard someone move behind him. He started to turn but lights above him came on and he saw he was surrounded by 4 men dressed in all black with black mascaraed masks over their faces. The two in front of him stepped towards him threateningly and Blake couldn't help but raise his fists to prepare to defend himself. However the two behind him each grabbed one of his arms and pulled them down behind his back.

He felt zip ties clamp down on his wrists and he struggled for a second. The four men were very strong though. There was no point in fighting back anymore. He was no match for them.

"Flies with honey, Morris." The four men said in unison.

He rolled his eyes. He was already starting to hate the repeated theme.

"Well, what next then? You gonna send in that guy from the library to touch my dick again?" He said sarcastically to no one, especially not any of the four other people in the room.

The door in front of him opened, again without anyone physically opening it.

"Step into the next room please." The voice on the speaker said.

Blake walked into this room. In the center was a metal table with the paper on it like in a regular doctor's office. Hanging from the ceiling was a small gimbal with a very powerful and expensive camera mounted to it, but it was currently pointed at the ceiling.

"Have a seat on the table."

Blake looked at the cold metal exam platform for a second and then turned, placed the small of his back against it, and kind of sat back onto the top of it. He sat with his legs somewhat close together so that his cock and balls rested between his thighs and were at least a little covered.

A man walked in that Blake had never met before. He too was wearing a black mascaraed mask. The mask itself had a very obvious moustache and goutee.

"I'd shake your hand but it appears that would be a little awkward." The man said.

"If you're like that fella from the library you'd probably shake something else of mine instead." Blake said trying to sound sarcastic.

"In due time." The man said letting his gaze fall between Blake's knees.

"So what is all of this about?" Blake asked.

"It's only fair that we go ahead and tell you that first. Here I'll get the lights again."

On the wall next to the door a projector image appeared. The lights went out again and the image became much easier to see.

Another voice came out of the speakers in this room as a video of two people who were clearly having sex began to play.

"For as long as people have been able to fornicate there have been those that enjoy watching people fornicate. Now a days it is called Pornography and it is just the beginning of things that our society likes to consider itself a part of. However we seek to provide something greater for our people. We don't just create situations where two actors have sex with one another, we seek the extraordinary. Why just show two or more people getting it on when you can show the most unique situations of love making ever. We constantly do research on sex to bring more and more unique situations to our society."

The scene changed from the two people having sex to one scene after another of men being brought to orgasm with streams of ejaculate of various amounts bursting from their cocks as women, men or their own hands stroked away on them.

"One aspect that we are focusing on today is the concept of the 'money shot'." The voice continued.

Blake felt a tingle run up his spine and he tried to cover his penis even more as he started to get slightly erect. It was a perfect example of a 'nervous boner' combined with the nature of the images on the screen and it couldn't be at a worse time he thought.

"Any sexual scene that includes a man is concluded by him ejaculating. Furthermore most scenes of a sexual nature that are watched online have certain parts of the scene that are fast forwarded through to the quote, unquote 'good part'."

The scene changed to various women either achieving orgasm or acting like they were achieving orgasm.

"We want to see if scenes can be made to be more entertaining by adding to the 'excitement' level portrayed in the scenes. The project that you are to be a part of will seek to give a man the ability to have more than one orgasm. People have long since experimented with 'tantric' sex that results in longer and more potent orgasms for men and women but we seek to give a man the means to orgasm and ejaculate over and over again in the same sexual encounter."

Now the scene changed to various dicks of the same size and shape, with a long stream of ejaculate shooting out of them over and over again. Blake could tell that they were trying to make it look like the same cock creaming again and again.

"So you're going to make it to where I cum a lot?" Blake asked to the man in the room as the video stopped and the lights came back on.

"That is correct. That's why we keep repeating to you, 'flies with honey'. There are benefits to being a part of our fun. The device we outfit you with will make it to where you actually will be able to maintain an erection after the duration of your orgasm. Not only will you stay hard, to put it more crudely, but you will be able to achieve a second, third and possibly even a fourth or fifth orgasm complete with ejaculation from each consecutive climax."

"I guess I'll have to drink plenty of water from now on." Blake said with slight sarcasm.

"We will provide you with a recovery drink. It will not be unlike a sports drink and will serve to assist your prostate in manufacturing the necessary amount of fluids for your performances."

"Performances?" Blake asked sounding concerned.

"Why yes. What did you think this was all about? You are about to be our newest attraction for the League of Extraordinary Perverts. Our league is comprised of people from all walks of life that just want to see a little bit of erotic display. But the better our shows, the more people we can attract in our underground network."

"But all of your performers are people you have some kind of dirt on?" Blake said with accusation in his voice.

"Not all Blake. 'Flies with honey' is our motto after all. We ensure that our acts are paid handsomely. Both with monetary gains and with pleasure. Speaking of which, it is time for us to get your control performance."

"Control performance?" Blake said getting nervous. His face was already starting to blush.

"We can't know how much we have improved your volume if we don't get a performance to compare to. I'll be quick. We'll just see how much ejaculate we can get out of you pre-implant and then we can get you into surgery."

"Sur-Surgery?" Blake asked. His voice cracked this time. Now he really wished he had jerked off at least once in the last 3 days.