Howdy, kids. I know for some of you it's already Monday but for me it's still Sunday so technically, I made it in time. Anyway, just a few things before we start the show. I notice none of you have visited my tumblr page, I'm very disappointed. Also, not a whole lot of people have voted in the poll. Literally, it takes five seconds to do either and I'd really appreciate it if you'd just take a second of your time to do so. Also, shout out to whoever suggested Stripper!Sam and Virgin!Joe, this was really fun to write. Keep the suggestions coming! Anywho, enjoy, this is for you guys!

Sam had been stripping for a few years, now, still barely able to pay his rent. If it weren't for the hungry cougars at the Silver Bucket, however, he probably wouldn't eat. The blond finished work and headed home, tired and sweaty, barely able to keep his eyes open on the drive home. Once at the apartment, he decides he needs a shower, the sticky feeling of sweat unappealing paired with the thought of sleep. Carefully, he slips off his clothes and ultra-tight briefs and let's his cock spring free, the feeling of being cooped up the entire time almost unbearable. Sam looks down at his favorite member, always able to find a second to appreciate it's extravagant size. This time, however, Sam noticed something odd about the way his cock hung. Quickly, he realizes how much hair it had accumulated over the passed few weeks. He didn't have to shave nearly as often as most men but, with the job and doing everything he had to do to keep ends met, he just never found the time to give it a good trim. Sam steps into the shower with a can of shaving cream and a razor and gets to work, careful to get as close on his egg sized balls as possible. Satisfied, the blond steps out of the shower and looks in the mirror, his pubic hair nice and edged so that the full size of his member is visible. He turns his head once more, unsure about his own shave job. More than a little angry at himself, the stripper calls up his best friend and asks a small favor. In minutes, his doorbell rings and in the hall stands Blaine Anderson, fresh faced and starry eyed. Sam answers the door naked, of course, rightfully unashamed of his body. Blaine blushes, a little more than unprepared for the arrival

"Hey, Sam." Blaine shoots out, trying to avert his eyes. "What did you need?"

"Thanks for coming man." Sam says, pulling Blaine into a quick embrace. The Warbler feels he might shoot his load at the contact of Sam's naked body against his clothed one. "I just shaved up the downtown and was wondering if you'd take a quick look at it, make sure I got everything, you know?" Blaine almost faints at the thought. Was he really going to get to touch, let alone see his best friends amazing manhood? "That's cool, right?" The blond asks, a little taken aback at how long it takes his best friend to answer.

"Y-yeah! That's totally cool." Blaine says, trying to keep it together." Sam smiles and nods before leading his the Warbler to his bathroom, sitting the poor boy down on his toilet to ensure that his cock is eye level. Sam carefully lifts his hefty member and slides a hand under his balls to lift the duo up, giving Blaine an eye-full of dick.

"Are there any stray hairs down there? Here..." Sam reaches for the razor still in his shower and hands it to the Warbler. "Feel free to do any renovations." A million thoughts race through Blaine's mind, but one stood at the forefront, however. Sam's impressive length came with a long pale hood, a length of skin previously unknown to the Warbler.

"You're uncircumcised." Blaine comments, putting the razor under Sam's balls and giving a few swipes to get rid of the hair. For some reason or another, Sam simply looks up at the ceiling, nodding unconsciously at the comment. "That's pretty cool." The Warbler comments, stealthily pulling the skin back to reveal the swollen purple head. If Blaine didn't know any better, he'd say the contact was making his best friend a little aroused. "So, why exactly are you manscaping so thoroughly down here?" Blaine asks, giving another tug to the sensitive head. Once again, no response from Sam, who let's out a low moan as the Warbler works. Soon, Blaine isn't even trying to be sneaky, he unabashedly strokes Sam's massive member until it's completely hard, the head peaking out from under his foreskin.

"Put the razor down." Sam commands and Blaine follows, unsure if he's crossed a line. "I'm straight." He begins, the Warbler is afraid of where this might go. "But I don't see anything wrong with getting a hand from a friend." Blaine smiles a wide, wicked smile. Sam sits on the edge of his shower, the Warbler following suit to sit between his legs. Skillfully, carefully, Blaine examines every bit of Sam's mighty manhood, giving it only the most loving of strokes. Every tug makes the blond breathe harder, every reveal of the head makes Sam gasp at the sensation. The Warbler leans down to give it a soft lick, but Sam stops him. "No mouth, just your hand." Blaine nods, spitting into the skin and letting it leak down his mighty shaft. The stripper begins to huff harder and harder, his ass cheeks clenching to get more friction and finally, he finds it. "Cum-Cumming..." Sam says, his voice shaky and out of breath. Blaine stops his onslaught and puts his cheek against the head, exposing it from the skin shield and allowing it to shoot against his face. "Fuck!" Sam cries out, abs taught at the sensation. He pats his friend on the head, using a finger to dab at his cum from Blaine's face and licks it clean. "We'll have to do this again sometime.

Sam begins to regain consciousness, realizing that the whole ordeal with Blaine had been a dream. The Sebastian monster continues it's onslaught on his ass, now leaking cum and the blue liquid. The blond turns his attention for a second to the Doctor, who now sits spread out on the chair with a dildo up his ass, one hand on his cock and the other on a hairy nipple. "Yeah, Sebastian, keep fucking him just like that." Sam rolls his eyes, trying to lull himself away like he had earlier.

Joegor found himself in the good doctors room with none other than fully dressed cop Blaine Anderson, who had been led to the dire place by the cunning servant. "I'm sure the doctor will be here any minute." Joegor promises, a sly smile spreading across his face. "In the meantime, why don't you have a seat." Blaine nods and sits on the doctor's bed, the feeling of resting after a long day finally relieving to him. The servant begins walking toward Blaine, careful not to raise any red flags. "You look so tense, Mr. Officer, why don't you just relax." Without warning, Joegor places his hands on Blaine's inner thigh, massaging the thick muscles through his uniform.

"It's not really appropiate to touch an officer li- ohhh..." Blaine trots off, the relaxing sensation of being massaged too much to think through. Joegor smiles wickedly, his plan coming together perfectly. He swore to himself he'd lose his virginity, even if it weren't by the good doctor.

"Take a load off, Officer." Joegor says, soothingly, unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. The Warbler makes no attempt to stop him, still entranced by the relaxing mantra of the bed. Before he realizes it, or before he can protest, Joegor has the officer down to his underwear, a pair of tight fitting black briefs that outline his massive member ever so perfectly.

"Hold on, kid, I don't think- Fuck!" Blaine cries out, Joegor's hand on his already stiffening manhood.

"My, Mr. Officer, you look like you could use some release. Just relax and let me help you." Blaine bites his lip but nods at the proposition. Something in the air made him incredibly more agreeable, but he chalked it up to being in the boy's expert care. Slowly but surely, Blaine finds himself completely naked, stripped of not only his clothes, but more importantly his weapons. Joegor works happily on his now hard cock, letting his saliva drip down to the balls, only once trying to deep throat it with little luck. "Do you want to fuck me, Officer?" Joegor asks, in the most inviting tones. Blaine doesn't respond, only hums happily to a song only he can hear. The servant jumps on the opportunity, standing to straddle Blaine. He touches his hole a couple of time, ensuring it's place, and all at once tries to slide it in. He lets out a long yelp and rolls into a ball on the floor, holding his ass.

"Are you okay?!" Blaine rushes to him, finally out of his haze. Joegor shakes his head and moans a pained, jagged moan. The Warbler let's out a soft coo of sympathy, patting the smaller boys head to comfort him. "Are you a virgin?" The servant nods and immediately, Blaine knows what to do. Expertly, he turns Joegor over, making him reveal his tight pink hole. "You can't take it all at once, you have to work up to it." Blaine explains, swiping at the tender flesh with his tongue. This elicits an immediate response from Joe, who moans uncontrollably against the carpet. They continue like this for some time, Blaine penetrating Joe with his tongue and fingers and Joe realizing that he can take more than he thought. "What do you say, are you ready?" The servant nods, nervously. Blaine lines himself up behind the boy, doggy style, and slowly inserts the head. Joe gives a small whine and breathes heavily.

"I-is it in-n?" Joe stutters, just a little bit in less pain than he was the first time.

"No," Blaine responds, "Just the tip." Joe whines again, trying to arch his back to get more of Blaine inside him. "You have to get used to it." The servant nods in agreement and sits still, allowing his hols to stretch in every direction around Blaine. After a few more moments, Blaine pushes deeper and deeper, until his balls rest against Joe's. "Fuck, you're tight." Joe whines and moans all in once at the sensation of being filled. It felt better than he thought it would. Slowly, Blaine picks up a rhythm rocking himself and Joe forward and backward to get his cock in and out Joe's hole. Joe stays rock hard the entire time and after only three thrusts from Blaine's mighty cock, he begins to shoot all over the ground. "That was hot." Blaine comments, still buried deeply in Joe's ass.

"I can't believe I came already." Joe says, covering his face.

"Don't worry. It just means now you're ready for something harder." Without warning, Blaine pulls out completely and shoves himself back in with full force, making Joe's face contort in pain. The Warbler grabs a handful of Joe's dreadlocks and pulls his head back, quickly fucking the boy's ass without mercy. "Fuck you're tight. I'm gonna fucking-"

"I'm cumming again!" Joe cries out, his voice raised a few octaves. At the same time, Joe shoots another massive load on the ground with Blaine buries his cock deep inside Joe, letting his cum shoot into Joe's stomach.

"Fuck that was hot." Blaine pulls out of the boy's asshole, walking in front of the servant and putting it in his mouth to clean. Once Joe finishes, Blaine begins putting his uniform back on and heads for the door.

"Where are you going?" Joe asks, fatigue lacing his voice.

"I have to find my friend." And with that, he's gone.