Read bout Max's previous victim here.
Babylon was ostensibly a gym and sauna that sold day memberships for forty dollars. From the outside it was a rather bland, dilapidated and windowless building sitting in the shadow of a massive stacked expressway interchange. All around were empty lots and boarded up buildings. Seedy characters were gathered outside the only un-shuttered business in site - a liquor store on the next corner.
It was late, just after midnight and the traffic on the interstate above was light. Max walked into Babylon carrying a gym bag, wearing running shorts and an unusually thick red t-shirt. Inside, Max could hear the faint sound of pop music coming from behind the plain brown door just beyond the counter. Behind the counter a squat, balding man wearing a stained ill-fitting dress shirt barely looked up from his tattered copy of Fifty Shades of Grey as he collected Max's twenty dollar bills and handed him a small key and a slip of paper with the number 23 printed on it.
Max thanked the man coldly as there was a loud buzz and a click from the unlocking door. As he passed the odd looking desk attendant, Max cringed his nose at the offensive body odor and hoped he wasn't a representation of the types of people he'd find inside.
After going down a short, dank hallway, Max went through another door into the main gym. Pop music was playing a bit louder than necessary over the gym's one crackling overhead speaker. It was larger than it looked from the outside and there were four doors along the mirrored walls presumably leading to other work out rooms, the saunas and the restrooms. None of them were marked as if it was expected that everyone who visited Babel had already been there before. The gym was brightly lit, but was lacking in actual gym equipment. There were a few elliptical that looked rather old, two rowing machines, several weight benches, a few treadmills and a other miscellaneous equipment.
The arrangement was haphazard, some of the machines weren't even plugged in, and it was obvious that whoever designed it wasn't even trying to pretend that Babylon was a legitimate gym.
Along the back wall were a bank of small stacked lockers; Max made his was, striding confidently through the work out area. There were only a few scantily dressed men present, mostly older and not in particularly good shape, going through the motions on the elliptical or lifting weights on a bench. As he passed, he could tell that the forty and fifty year old men were mentally undressing him, fantasying about his svelte, yet toned 25 year old body. Max smiled and winked at them as he stopped at the lockers. He found locker 23 and opened it, finding a supposedly clean, dingy gym towel. Max scoffed; this place was a dump. He stuffed his gym bag into the locker....
"Hi there, " came a soft, yet oddly commanding voice from behind.
Max turned, a bit started that he hadn't heard anyone coming considering his guard was up, to see one of the men from an elliptical machine was now standing next to him. He was a muscular Asian man wearing a tight-fitting pair of red running shorts. Max flashed a convincing smile at the man.
"I'm Blaine, nice to meet you red," Blaine said in reference to Max's bright red hair.
Blaine extended his hand in greeting and Max's hand felt like it was being crushed by the man's powerful handshake. Max couldn't immediately tell how old Blaine was. He had a youthful smile on his chiseled face, but subtle crows feet around his eyes and a slight sagging of his what were probably once well-defined pecs made him look to be in his mid to late forties. He was a few inches taller than Max, perhaps six foot even, and quite a bit heavier. Unlike some of the other gym patrons Max had seen so far, it was obvious that Blaine had spent at least some time in an actual gym.
"Hi, I'm Alex," Max smiled convincingly.
"Nice to meet you, Alex. I haven't seen you around here,"
"I'm from out of town, just passing through. Checking this place out."
"Ah, well then. Maybe I'll see you around,"
Blaine winked and licked his lips, eyeing Max up and down hard, then turned to get back on his machine. As he did so, Max eyed the man's bubble butt as he walked away, but the most pressing impression Max had was the bulge in the front of the man's shorts. It wasn't huge by any means, but ample and sexy as hell. Blaine was definitely a daddy Max would have liked to fuck.
Max decided to explore the gym, picking a door at random to go through. The door he chose lead to a small room filled with steam. He could hear moans coming from multiple men, presumably engaged in sex acts in the mist. He walked through, bumping into a man who was down on his knees servicing a ripped middle age jock and the two barely seemed to notice. On the other end of the sauna was another doorway leading to yet another sauna which was also filled with moans.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" someone screamed, though Max couldn't see who was shouting through the heavy fog.
This sauna, bigger than the first, eventually lead to a large tiled open room with a Jacuzzi in the middle and a bank of shower heads along the wall. A few men were standing along the wall talking casually as a pudgy young man in his twenties was bent over the side of the tub being plowed mercilessly by an older, and very beefy black man. His moans of pleasure filled the room and the wet 'thwack thwack' of the top's pelvis slapping the boy's ass bounced off the walls. There was a final door in this room and, when Max went through it found himself back in the main gym; it was a loop.
Max glanced over at Blaine, still on the elliptical and working up a legitimate sweat. Blaine smiled at him. The other men who had been there were now gone. Max then went through the second door and found more saunas -- filled with more breathless moaning -- which lead to yet another steam room.
The steam in this room was less intense than the other three and Max could clearly make out a towering hulk of a man standing in the middle of the room . At his feet was a kneeling Latin young man wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He was the most fully-clothed person besides the attendant Max had seen at Babylon. The Latin's shirt clung to his well-defined pecs from the moisture in the room and he was moaning and begging for the man above him to 'shower him'. In short order, the hulking man, who had been jerking his cock furiously with both hands, let out a high pitched, throaty scream of pleasure.
"Oh yes!" the Latin said, gladly taking the copious facial he was receiving.
As Max walked by, he could see that the Latin kid's face was totally covered with sperm, this was clearly not his first cum load of the night. When the man was done cumming, the Latin kid wiped a hand over his face, licked his cum filled fingers and went back to the adjoining sauna, presumably to find another person to spray him with cum. Max continued to find another large Jacuzzi room, only this one was empty. A generic porn played on the TV hanging in a corner, filling the room with echoing moans and grunts. Max noticed two doors, one, which presumably went back to the main gym in a loop like the other saunas, and another door with a sign reading 'emergency exit - alarm will sound.' Max took careful note of the exact position of the emergency exit relatively to the Jacuzzi, the only landmark feature in the room. He even went so far as to count the number of paces between the emergency door and the hot tub the far wall and the entrance to other sauna.
After he was sure he knew the layout, Max went out the last door, and as expected was back in the main gym. All in all, Babylon wasn't particularly large but was clearly large enough to be satisfying multiple men.
"Meet anyone fun," Blaine asked approaching Max.
Blaine wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest was glistening with sweat and his already tight shorts were now clinging to his package. Max could now make out two rather large, almost perfectly round nuts and another lump, Blaine's cock, lazily laying to the right.
"Yeah, there was a guy taking a bukkake in there," Max laughed.
"Ah, Cummy Carlos," Blaine said licking his lips, "He's a nasty little cum whore. Comes here at least once a week. Gives amazing head,"
Blaine's gaze settled in squarely on Max's crotch. Max blushed.
"Well, I'm going to hit the hot tub, soak out some tension," Blaine winked and headed into the door leading to the second hot tub room. Perfect, Max thought.
Max waited a few minutes in the gym, pretending to be reading the instructions on an exercise machine. An older man in unflattering speedos walked in and winked suggestively before getting on a rowing machine but Max pretended not to notice. Instead, he made his way to his locker, retrieving a small object, then headed into the Jacuzzi room Blaine had gone into earlier.
Blaine was standing in the Jacuzzi moaning softly, his head cocked back. Max approached slowly, and noticed that 'Cummy Carlos' was kneeling in the tub, water swirling just below his chin, with his lips wrapped around Blaine's monstrously thick cock. Max stood watching in silence as Carlos's head bobbed up and down the entire length of Blaine's shaft, his throat bulging as the beer-ban cock slid in and out. Clearly Blaine was a 'grower not a shower', Max mused to himself. He could feel his heart racing as he took another few steps closer to Blaine. He was now standing just three feet behind Blaine, his beautiful ass was clenching with each thrust of his cock down Carlos' throat. The cum hungry Carlos was slurping and sucking loudly, trying to cox out yet another load. Max made a note of Carlos' clothes which were sitting, conveniently enough, in a pile in front of the emergency exit.
Carlos and Blaine were both too occupied to notice Max standing there, his own crotch bulging from this throbbing cock. Max could feel his hands become clammy as he eyed Blaine's large nuts hanging low between his wide spread, muscular legs. The heat was making his loose, trimmed sack sag especially low, his left testicle noticeably lower than the right. Max's cock throbbed as he took another step closer.
Blaine grunted loudly, grabbing the back of Carlos' head and increasing the speed of his face fucking. Carlos nearly gagged, but continued sucking like the whore he was. Carlos' eyes were shut, presumably to avoid the splashing tub water, so he was unaware of the scrappy red head now standing almost directly behind Blaine. Max was so close to the muscular Asian's torso that he could smell him; it was a musky, masculine scent and a hint of long-faded cologne. Max's cock throbbed.
His eyes were now fixated squarely on Blaine's nuts, which were now bobbing wildly from the frantic pace of Carlos' skull fucking. The Latin guy was being utterly dominated by this muscular daddy, and Max was almost mesmerized by his swinging nuts -- the root of all his dominate masculinity. Max slowly readied the object in his hand, a long-blade knife that had been, until just moments ago, folded into itself. The blade was nearly a foot long when unfolded. Max barely touched the blade with a finger and winced, biting his tongue to avoid making a noise, when the blade effortlessly cut into his skin.
He squatted slightly at the knee, his head moving back and forth frequently to keep an eye on the doors.
"Oh yeah. You want this load?"
Carlos' head shook in affirmation, his lips never leaving the fat cock.
"Here it comes,"
Max watched as Blaine's testicles began to rise in his sack, his sack tightening as his load boiled up.
Max took a deep breath as Blaine let out a deep, guttural moan, then in one swoop slashed the blade across Blaine's swinging scrotum as hard as he could. There was an explosion of blood and a scream the likes of which Max had never heard. Without thinking, Max quickly extended his hand, the severed ball sack landing with a wet plop. For a moment time stood still for Max. He cradled the ball sack, still warm and heavy from their unreleased load. Blaine's sack was heavier than it looked, Max thought to himself, giving the nuts a squeeze.
"Oh my God!" Blaine shrieked in pain and confusion.
Carlos' eyes opened and he shrieked, falling backward into the water at the sight. Only a few inches of the now ripped open scrotum were hanging between Blaine's thick legs. Both Carlos and Blaine were too blinded by confusion to clearly see Max as he sprinted to the door, grabbing Carlos' shirt and pants along the way and pressed against the exit door. It opened after a few seconds, which seemed an eternity for Max as he looked to see Carlos was quickly gaining his bearings.
A screeching alarm sounded and Max literally fell, almost impaling himself with his blade, into an alley. He looked back as the door was shutting to see that Blaine had collapsed onto Carlos in the sauna; Max thought he saw shadows as other men came running toward the screams, then the door closed.
Max wrapped Blaine's severed ball bag in Carlos' shirt. He moved quickly down the alley onto the street. The light traffic from the nearby interstate sounded like a river and a seedy crowd was still gathered outside the liquor store. Otherwise the blocks around Babylon were abandoned and quiet. As he hustled away from the scene, Max wiped the blade and his hands as best he could with Carlos' pants casually tossing it into a dumpster as a police car screamed past traveling toward Babylon.
Without stopping, Max removed his shirt, turned it inside out and slipped it back on, the blood stains from his attack now effectively hidden inside the shirt. He checked his reflection in one of the few abandoned storefronts that wasn't broken or boarded. Other than the look of panic, he looked totally normal and clean. He then ducked into an alley and fetched a small glass jar he had stashed away before he'd headed to Babylon. He dropped the sack into the jar and it landed with a plop, the left testicle rolled completely out of the sack. It was a solid whitish mass, a long connecting tendril still attached.
Max threw the shirt into a dumpster and headed back to the street, he nearly skipped in boyish delight at himself as he mused.
"I wonder how many nuts this jar can hold?"
--
"Local. Trusted. Live. This is News Eight at eleven." a dramatic voice announced over soaring, dramatic fanfare.
Max had never been inside this particular bar, he sat sipping a scotch and watching one of the flat screens above that was tuned to the local news.
"Good evening. Police are asking for your help tonight to identify a suspect in last week's attack at a gym on the city's north side," began a sharply dressed anchorwoman.
"That's right, Dianne. Police are looking for this man who is wanted for questioning in what police are calling a brutal attack at the Babylon Health Club in the Canterbury Park neighborhood."
A police sketch flashed on the screen and Max couldn't help but grin in self satisfaction as he looked at the sketch. The round faced, bespectacled character looked nothing at all like him.
"If you have any information, please contact Metro Police. In other news, the city council moved forward with plans..."
Max tuned out the rest of the report, instead focusing intently on the swirling patterns in the wood grain bar top.
"So, what's a cute guy like you doing watching the news at a bar?" asked a handsome young man as he took the stool next to Max.
The man was around Max's age with a dark goatee and a shaved head. He was cute, Max thought.
"I was just watching about that attack. Crazy."
"I know!" the man's eyes lit up," I heard the guy lopped off the guy's balls. Right there in the locker room."
Max refrained from saying "Actually it was the sauna..."
"People are fucking sick these days. You just never know," the handsome stranger sighed sipping a martini.
"Yea, no kidding," Max agreed, feigning total ignorance.
A few moments passed in silence.
"Okay, so sorry if I'm being forward, but I have a thing for brunettes and I've had my eye on your since you walked in," the handsome stranger confessed.
Max blushed, running his hands though his thick brown hair.
"Can I freshen your drink?" the man asked, signally the bar tender before Max had even responded.
Max glanced down at the man's crotch, licked his lips and replied, "Sure, make mine a double."
It was late, just after midnight and the traffic on the interstate above was light. Max walked into Babylon carrying a gym bag, wearing running shorts and an unusually thick red t-shirt. Inside, Max could hear the faint sound of pop music coming from behind the plain brown door just beyond the counter. Behind the counter a squat, balding man wearing a stained ill-fitting dress shirt barely looked up from his tattered copy of Fifty Shades of Grey as he collected Max's twenty dollar bills and handed him a small key and a slip of paper with the number 23 printed on it.
Max thanked the man coldly as there was a loud buzz and a click from the unlocking door. As he passed the odd looking desk attendant, Max cringed his nose at the offensive body odor and hoped he wasn't a representation of the types of people he'd find inside.
After going down a short, dank hallway, Max went through another door into the main gym. Pop music was playing a bit louder than necessary over the gym's one crackling overhead speaker. It was larger than it looked from the outside and there were four doors along the mirrored walls presumably leading to other work out rooms, the saunas and the restrooms. None of them were marked as if it was expected that everyone who visited Babel had already been there before. The gym was brightly lit, but was lacking in actual gym equipment. There were a few elliptical that looked rather old, two rowing machines, several weight benches, a few treadmills and a other miscellaneous equipment.
The arrangement was haphazard, some of the machines weren't even plugged in, and it was obvious that whoever designed it wasn't even trying to pretend that Babylon was a legitimate gym.
Along the back wall were a bank of small stacked lockers; Max made his was, striding confidently through the work out area. There were only a few scantily dressed men present, mostly older and not in particularly good shape, going through the motions on the elliptical or lifting weights on a bench. As he passed, he could tell that the forty and fifty year old men were mentally undressing him, fantasying about his svelte, yet toned 25 year old body. Max smiled and winked at them as he stopped at the lockers. He found locker 23 and opened it, finding a supposedly clean, dingy gym towel. Max scoffed; this place was a dump. He stuffed his gym bag into the locker....
"Hi there, " came a soft, yet oddly commanding voice from behind.
Max turned, a bit started that he hadn't heard anyone coming considering his guard was up, to see one of the men from an elliptical machine was now standing next to him. He was a muscular Asian man wearing a tight-fitting pair of red running shorts. Max flashed a convincing smile at the man.
"I'm Blaine, nice to meet you red," Blaine said in reference to Max's bright red hair.
Blaine extended his hand in greeting and Max's hand felt like it was being crushed by the man's powerful handshake. Max couldn't immediately tell how old Blaine was. He had a youthful smile on his chiseled face, but subtle crows feet around his eyes and a slight sagging of his what were probably once well-defined pecs made him look to be in his mid to late forties. He was a few inches taller than Max, perhaps six foot even, and quite a bit heavier. Unlike some of the other gym patrons Max had seen so far, it was obvious that Blaine had spent at least some time in an actual gym.
"Hi, I'm Alex," Max smiled convincingly.
"Nice to meet you, Alex. I haven't seen you around here,"
"I'm from out of town, just passing through. Checking this place out."
"Ah, well then. Maybe I'll see you around,"
Blaine winked and licked his lips, eyeing Max up and down hard, then turned to get back on his machine. As he did so, Max eyed the man's bubble butt as he walked away, but the most pressing impression Max had was the bulge in the front of the man's shorts. It wasn't huge by any means, but ample and sexy as hell. Blaine was definitely a daddy Max would have liked to fuck.
Max decided to explore the gym, picking a door at random to go through. The door he chose lead to a small room filled with steam. He could hear moans coming from multiple men, presumably engaged in sex acts in the mist. He walked through, bumping into a man who was down on his knees servicing a ripped middle age jock and the two barely seemed to notice. On the other end of the sauna was another doorway leading to yet another sauna which was also filled with moans.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" someone screamed, though Max couldn't see who was shouting through the heavy fog.
This sauna, bigger than the first, eventually lead to a large tiled open room with a Jacuzzi in the middle and a bank of shower heads along the wall. A few men were standing along the wall talking casually as a pudgy young man in his twenties was bent over the side of the tub being plowed mercilessly by an older, and very beefy black man. His moans of pleasure filled the room and the wet 'thwack thwack' of the top's pelvis slapping the boy's ass bounced off the walls. There was a final door in this room and, when Max went through it found himself back in the main gym; it was a loop.
Max glanced over at Blaine, still on the elliptical and working up a legitimate sweat. Blaine smiled at him. The other men who had been there were now gone. Max then went through the second door and found more saunas -- filled with more breathless moaning -- which lead to yet another steam room.
The steam in this room was less intense than the other three and Max could clearly make out a towering hulk of a man standing in the middle of the room . At his feet was a kneeling Latin young man wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He was the most fully-clothed person besides the attendant Max had seen at Babylon. The Latin's shirt clung to his well-defined pecs from the moisture in the room and he was moaning and begging for the man above him to 'shower him'. In short order, the hulking man, who had been jerking his cock furiously with both hands, let out a high pitched, throaty scream of pleasure.
"Oh yes!" the Latin said, gladly taking the copious facial he was receiving.
As Max walked by, he could see that the Latin kid's face was totally covered with sperm, this was clearly not his first cum load of the night. When the man was done cumming, the Latin kid wiped a hand over his face, licked his cum filled fingers and went back to the adjoining sauna, presumably to find another person to spray him with cum. Max continued to find another large Jacuzzi room, only this one was empty. A generic porn played on the TV hanging in a corner, filling the room with echoing moans and grunts. Max noticed two doors, one, which presumably went back to the main gym in a loop like the other saunas, and another door with a sign reading 'emergency exit - alarm will sound.' Max took careful note of the exact position of the emergency exit relatively to the Jacuzzi, the only landmark feature in the room. He even went so far as to count the number of paces between the emergency door and the hot tub the far wall and the entrance to other sauna.
After he was sure he knew the layout, Max went out the last door, and as expected was back in the main gym. All in all, Babylon wasn't particularly large but was clearly large enough to be satisfying multiple men.
"Meet anyone fun," Blaine asked approaching Max.
Blaine wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest was glistening with sweat and his already tight shorts were now clinging to his package. Max could now make out two rather large, almost perfectly round nuts and another lump, Blaine's cock, lazily laying to the right.
"Yeah, there was a guy taking a bukkake in there," Max laughed.
"Ah, Cummy Carlos," Blaine said licking his lips, "He's a nasty little cum whore. Comes here at least once a week. Gives amazing head,"
Blaine's gaze settled in squarely on Max's crotch. Max blushed.
"Well, I'm going to hit the hot tub, soak out some tension," Blaine winked and headed into the door leading to the second hot tub room. Perfect, Max thought.
Max waited a few minutes in the gym, pretending to be reading the instructions on an exercise machine. An older man in unflattering speedos walked in and winked suggestively before getting on a rowing machine but Max pretended not to notice. Instead, he made his way to his locker, retrieving a small object, then headed into the Jacuzzi room Blaine had gone into earlier.
Blaine was standing in the Jacuzzi moaning softly, his head cocked back. Max approached slowly, and noticed that 'Cummy Carlos' was kneeling in the tub, water swirling just below his chin, with his lips wrapped around Blaine's monstrously thick cock. Max stood watching in silence as Carlos's head bobbed up and down the entire length of Blaine's shaft, his throat bulging as the beer-ban cock slid in and out. Clearly Blaine was a 'grower not a shower', Max mused to himself. He could feel his heart racing as he took another few steps closer to Blaine. He was now standing just three feet behind Blaine, his beautiful ass was clenching with each thrust of his cock down Carlos' throat. The cum hungry Carlos was slurping and sucking loudly, trying to cox out yet another load. Max made a note of Carlos' clothes which were sitting, conveniently enough, in a pile in front of the emergency exit.
Carlos and Blaine were both too occupied to notice Max standing there, his own crotch bulging from this throbbing cock. Max could feel his hands become clammy as he eyed Blaine's large nuts hanging low between his wide spread, muscular legs. The heat was making his loose, trimmed sack sag especially low, his left testicle noticeably lower than the right. Max's cock throbbed as he took another step closer.
Blaine grunted loudly, grabbing the back of Carlos' head and increasing the speed of his face fucking. Carlos nearly gagged, but continued sucking like the whore he was. Carlos' eyes were shut, presumably to avoid the splashing tub water, so he was unaware of the scrappy red head now standing almost directly behind Blaine. Max was so close to the muscular Asian's torso that he could smell him; it was a musky, masculine scent and a hint of long-faded cologne. Max's cock throbbed.
His eyes were now fixated squarely on Blaine's nuts, which were now bobbing wildly from the frantic pace of Carlos' skull fucking. The Latin guy was being utterly dominated by this muscular daddy, and Max was almost mesmerized by his swinging nuts -- the root of all his dominate masculinity. Max slowly readied the object in his hand, a long-blade knife that had been, until just moments ago, folded into itself. The blade was nearly a foot long when unfolded. Max barely touched the blade with a finger and winced, biting his tongue to avoid making a noise, when the blade effortlessly cut into his skin.
He squatted slightly at the knee, his head moving back and forth frequently to keep an eye on the doors.
"Oh yeah. You want this load?"
Carlos' head shook in affirmation, his lips never leaving the fat cock.
"Here it comes,"
Max watched as Blaine's testicles began to rise in his sack, his sack tightening as his load boiled up.
Max took a deep breath as Blaine let out a deep, guttural moan, then in one swoop slashed the blade across Blaine's swinging scrotum as hard as he could. There was an explosion of blood and a scream the likes of which Max had never heard. Without thinking, Max quickly extended his hand, the severed ball sack landing with a wet plop. For a moment time stood still for Max. He cradled the ball sack, still warm and heavy from their unreleased load. Blaine's sack was heavier than it looked, Max thought to himself, giving the nuts a squeeze.
"Oh my God!" Blaine shrieked in pain and confusion.
Carlos' eyes opened and he shrieked, falling backward into the water at the sight. Only a few inches of the now ripped open scrotum were hanging between Blaine's thick legs. Both Carlos and Blaine were too blinded by confusion to clearly see Max as he sprinted to the door, grabbing Carlos' shirt and pants along the way and pressed against the exit door. It opened after a few seconds, which seemed an eternity for Max as he looked to see Carlos was quickly gaining his bearings.
A screeching alarm sounded and Max literally fell, almost impaling himself with his blade, into an alley. He looked back as the door was shutting to see that Blaine had collapsed onto Carlos in the sauna; Max thought he saw shadows as other men came running toward the screams, then the door closed.
Max wrapped Blaine's severed ball bag in Carlos' shirt. He moved quickly down the alley onto the street. The light traffic from the nearby interstate sounded like a river and a seedy crowd was still gathered outside the liquor store. Otherwise the blocks around Babylon were abandoned and quiet. As he hustled away from the scene, Max wiped the blade and his hands as best he could with Carlos' pants casually tossing it into a dumpster as a police car screamed past traveling toward Babylon.
Without stopping, Max removed his shirt, turned it inside out and slipped it back on, the blood stains from his attack now effectively hidden inside the shirt. He checked his reflection in one of the few abandoned storefronts that wasn't broken or boarded. Other than the look of panic, he looked totally normal and clean. He then ducked into an alley and fetched a small glass jar he had stashed away before he'd headed to Babylon. He dropped the sack into the jar and it landed with a plop, the left testicle rolled completely out of the sack. It was a solid whitish mass, a long connecting tendril still attached.
Max threw the shirt into a dumpster and headed back to the street, he nearly skipped in boyish delight at himself as he mused.
"I wonder how many nuts this jar can hold?"
--
"Local. Trusted. Live. This is News Eight at eleven." a dramatic voice announced over soaring, dramatic fanfare.
Max had never been inside this particular bar, he sat sipping a scotch and watching one of the flat screens above that was tuned to the local news.
"Good evening. Police are asking for your help tonight to identify a suspect in last week's attack at a gym on the city's north side," began a sharply dressed anchorwoman.
"That's right, Dianne. Police are looking for this man who is wanted for questioning in what police are calling a brutal attack at the Babylon Health Club in the Canterbury Park neighborhood."
A police sketch flashed on the screen and Max couldn't help but grin in self satisfaction as he looked at the sketch. The round faced, bespectacled character looked nothing at all like him.
"If you have any information, please contact Metro Police. In other news, the city council moved forward with plans..."
Max tuned out the rest of the report, instead focusing intently on the swirling patterns in the wood grain bar top.
"So, what's a cute guy like you doing watching the news at a bar?" asked a handsome young man as he took the stool next to Max.
The man was around Max's age with a dark goatee and a shaved head. He was cute, Max thought.
"I was just watching about that attack. Crazy."
"I know!" the man's eyes lit up," I heard the guy lopped off the guy's balls. Right there in the locker room."
Max refrained from saying "Actually it was the sauna..."
"People are fucking sick these days. You just never know," the handsome stranger sighed sipping a martini.
"Yea, no kidding," Max agreed, feigning total ignorance.
A few moments passed in silence.
"Okay, so sorry if I'm being forward, but I have a thing for brunettes and I've had my eye on your since you walked in," the handsome stranger confessed.
Max blushed, running his hands though his thick brown hair.
"Can I freshen your drink?" the man asked, signally the bar tender before Max had even responded.
Max glanced down at the man's crotch, licked his lips and replied, "Sure, make mine a double."
Max's story concludes here...
