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Vessel gave III a smug look from across the desk, leaning back in his chair. He cut a handsome figure and he knew it, crossing his strong arms over his pecs to make them look even bigger. He was shirtless like usual, but this time he'd traded in his black skinny jeans for his finest leather pants. He knew that they were driving III wild. III had a noisy leather pants fetish, the noisier the better, and Vessel was sure to give him a show. Shamelessly, he let them shwash and schqueak with each little shift of movement.
He was a pretty noisy guy!
"Do you mind?" III asked dryly.
"I'm wearing a leather thong, too." Vessel volunteered, just to see III's eyebrow twitch. "Leather on leather." He bragged, shifting to make his point. His balls dragged, sticking like velcro as a loud crinkling sound filled the office.
"Your new mission," III snapped, pushing the portfolio towards him. "...If you choose to accept it."
Just as Vessel reached out to grab them, III’s hand snapped out, the sharp nail jabbing into the documents on the table.
"Keep that dick in your pants, agent. We're not paying you to be a whore." III twisted the word whore distastefully in his mouth.
"No, you're not." Vessel replied, tugging the portfolio out of his grip. "I do that part for free."
"Hey lusty lady."
Vessel looked up from the blackjack table, feeling pretty pleased with himself. This was his main target, and he'd lured him over after only three hands of black jack.
"I have a name." Vessel replied, giving him a slow once-over. The man was clearly dangerous. He had snakes all over him.
"Oh really? An easy-looking thing like yourself shouldn't care about names." The man leaned in closer with a sneer to stare down the low plunge of Vessel's gown. After he got his fille he held out a hand to Vessel as the snakes hissed around him, a soothing sound.
"I'm Snakeanthony."
"Jennifer." Vessel lied, shaking the hand lightly.
Vessel had to admit that he was right. He wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck him bad. He could feel his balls quivering at the sight of him.
"Why don't you come up to my suite, Jennifer."
Vessel stood up to his full height and felt a twinge of pride as the casino-goers went silent at the sight of him. His dress was a dusky pink, colour-matched perfectly to his puckered little hole, and he caught Snakeanthony staring, no doubt picturing his cave of wonder.
The plunging neckline showed off his second best asset, his tits, but he had a surprise up his sleeve. He'd commissioned two identical slits at the front of the gown that went all the way up, granting a peekaboo view on either side of his soft and pillowy testicles, which were his best asset.
They were in Snakeanthony's suite in record time. Vessel could have easily arrested him then and there, but he'd never fucked a man covered in snakes before.
His cologne tickled at Vessel, something familiar, and it was only when Snakeanthony stepped closer that he figured it out.
"Frankensence and Myrrh." He correctly guessed. "A nod to the bible?"
Snakeanthony nodded. "You've got a good nose on you, Jennifer."
Vessel took a moment to say grace as Snakeanthony revealed his hardened rod of meat, ever thankful for his meal
The snakes didn't seem to be part of it, but luckily Vessel was quick to adapt, focussing largely on his dick and balls. Eager to get at the white milky treat hidden deep inside, he tongued at his slit. The tiny opening teased him, providing only a glimpse of the long, thin cavern of delight that was better known as the urethra.
"Give me your seed," he moaned, and sucked at Snakeanthony's dick eagerly like a straw made of flesh.
"You've got to earn your treat first, my little filly."
After some talented tongue work from Vessel, the cum came out like a bubbling geyser, sudden and steaming hot.
"My sperm." Snakeanthony moaned.
Vessel did his best to slurp it down with gusto, savouring each drop. Unlike an egg that was ovulating he wasn't picky, and he gratefully accepted each and every wriggling swimmer.
"You can clean yourself up in the bathroom." Snakeanthony said, still basking in the glow of empty balls. The snakes seemed equally tired.
Vessel picked his way to the ensuite bathroom, stopping short when he opened the door. He already knew what he'd find in here, and he was pleased to see that he was right. It was II, a tiny loch ness monster, swimming in the bathtub. His mission was to save him.
"I've located the target." Vessel texted III quickly. "Send in the team."
Crouching down he cupped II's little face in his hands, the little sea monster cooing up at him as glass began to smash in the room behind him.
"Welcome to your new life, little buddy."
Vessel was surprised to see that there was another man waiting with III in his office. He looked like a regular guy, but he had kind eyes. He wasn't supernatural, but Vessel could see that he was a clearly a slut.
"IV." He introduced himself, and Vessel shook his hand before taking a seat next to him.
"Your hands are soft."
"Gentlemen, welcome to the team." III interrupted.
"What team?" Vessel asked. He was just wearing his regular skinny jeans this time because his leather pants were at the cleaners.
"You've both passed my test, agents." III beamed.
"What test?" IV asked, biting his pouty lip.
"I haven't made this easy on you two," III said. "But you've surpassed my every test with flying colours. Gentlemen, welcome to M16: Slut Division."
Outside the window, Snakeanthony watched with angry eyes. The snakes that came out of him hissed in the late afternoon sun.
"Soon I will get my revenge."