" Riley tried to protest, but his tongue was still thick and sluggish. His attempts to protest were quickly muffled as the tattooist shoved a timber ...lock in his jaw to bite on, making him drool incoherently instead. "... yah, so what's triangular and ... I know!" He whispered something to the tattooist, who began his work. Riley crunched his chin on his chest, the valley between his pecs and abs giving him a bird-eye view of the action. He watched with horror as the tattooist began. Savoring the taste of it before swallowing it. All the while still sucking his cock. Feeling his stomach tremble and hearing his heavy breatheing. He put his hands around my head, guiding my movements and speed as his dick began to go limp. I pulled off it and kissed it some, along with his balls which felt a little lighter than they had just seconds before. I helped him get his package back into his pants. Then I turned to him smileing and asked him how he liked it. Still breatheing faster. "Don't think I wasn't goddamn jealous of you, either. Come on, Scooter, let's go fill out the forms while they get started on loading."The office proved to be small, what had been a none-too-large living room of a small house; the rest of the building was obviously gear storage of one sort or another, except for a small private office. "Usually, it's just Al and I who run the office," Louise explained. "We're short on trip leaders right now, so we're going to change off leading trips this year,. Ready?"I just nodded to him and waited for whatever to happen. And happen it did: the weirdest feeling I hitherto experienced, much like being tired to the point of utter exhaustion and then waking up after a full restoring sleep. What made it so strange was the fact that it all took place within only a few minutes. Not that I was complaining, trying times ought to be past us now.Since everything went without a hitch, Alfred disconnected the probes and electrodes and fixed them onto him, me.