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Lance the Cursed

Chapter 1: Chasing Answers

For Talosar

By Draconicon

Having the countryside roaring past him was something that Lance was used to by now. The alligator had been from one side of the country to the other in the last month, and much of the formerly amazing beauty was lost on him after so much exposure. He shifted in his seat, turning his attention back to the interior of the train, which was far more interesting these days.

It wasn't a big coach, perhaps fifteen feet from one end to the other, and the chairs were as cramped as ever as the railways competed with the airlines for who could squeeze more passengers in. His legs were pushed over to the side of the train car, though thankfully he didn't have anyone beside him to share space with. On the rare occasion he could spread his legs, he could let them sprawl without worrying about bothering someone next to him.

Lance glanced over the other passengers, taking in the four students on the far end that were probably traveling from the little town that they'd just left towards the bigger city of Chicago. Probably just getting into high school, from how loud they were. His eyes panned right, stopping at the one table between chairs in the car and looking over the four guys that were seated there, and he couldn't look away.

Great...hotties.

He groaned under his breath, the alligator already feeling his dick twitching down his pants leg. It was eager for action that he couldn't afford to give it, not here, but it was very eager to make itself known again. Lance tried to distract himself, but with the only distraction available being the very thing that was stirring it up, that was a problem.

He couldn't make out two of the guys, but the two that were in view were both...more than appealing. One was a muscled tiger whose clothes were far too tight for his muscles, and the other was a kangaroo that had an almost-twink look to him. Just thin enough in the top to suggest it, though Lance couldn't make out the guy's hips with the table in the way.

Once more, he shook his head. By the time he looked away, his cock was throbbing, twitching down his pants leg with an ache that was all too familiar these days.

Why did they have to pick this car? Why? I'm dealing with enough of a curse as it is without them adding to it.

The alligator slumped back as much as he could in the cramped seat, grumbling through clenched teeth as he looked out the window again. The feeling of his throbbing cock was driving him crazy, particularly as he knew that there was literally nothing he could do. Even if he ran to the bathroom, he doubted he could get off.

It was an unfortunate thing that he had discovered a couple of days back, while they were still in the Northwest. One night, everything was fine. The next, he'd gone to bed with a rather sexy raccoon, and not only couldn't he get off, he'd been hard the whole night and been left little more than a living, walking dildo.

Of course, it wasn't the raccoon's fault, and the little guy had been incredibly apologetic and embarrassed about not being able to get Lance off. It'd been bad for both of them, but since then...

Well, his hand, toys, and even a very well paid call boy hadn't been able to get him off. Three days without orgasms for him was starting to take its toll, and despite knowing that he wouldn't be able to cum, it didn't take away the urge to try.

Lance looked out of the corner of his eyes at the guys at the table again, blushing as he imagined just how hard the tiger's arms would feel around him. They were so thick and powerful looking, rippling with corded muscles around the biceps and triceps, but he didn't have that thick-necked, slightly distorted look that some of the mega-bodybuilders had.

Wonder how big his dick is...or if his ass is that muscled, too.

An immediate twitch went through his dick at the idea of sandwiching it between the tiger's ass cheeks, and he had to stifle a groan as he felt his cock grind against the inside of his pants' leg. Despite the fact that he was wearing jeans, his cock was so sensitive these days that even that uncomfortable material felt good against him. He clenched his teeth as he shifted around, pressing his legs together again to keep his cock from sliding around.

In a desperate attempt not to think about the sexy guys only a few seats away, Lance did what he'd already done a hundred times since that night. He backtracked through his memory, trying to see what might have happened between one night and the other that had left him unable to cum.

Okay, that night before the raccoon. I had a good dinner in Seattle...I went back to the hotel, laid down. Looked at some porn on my phone.

The alligator pressed his hand to his forehead, as if the action might push some forgotten memory to the surface. There had to be something that he was forgetting, some piece of the past that had slipped through his fingers. His mind wanted to jump from jerking off that night to waking up the next morning with some of the hardest morning wood that he'd ever had, but Lance was sure that there was something else that he was missing.

I went to bed...didn't I? I thought...a door...

That was right, there'd been a knock at the door just as he was zoning out, just as he was about to fall asleep. He'd gotten up, not bothering to put his pants back on, which embarrassed him a little as he thought about it now. Opening the hotel door without looking, he'd seen...

Who knocked?

It felt like he was right on the edge of understanding what had happened, but no matter how he pushed himself, no matter how hard he strained to see who was on the other side of the door in his memories, it wouldn't come. It was like his memory just stopped as soon as he opened the door, and didn't start again until he was awake the next morning.

Well, on the plus side, thinking it all through had caused his dick to go down. That was something, even if it wasn't the result he really wanted.

Making sure that his hard-on hadn't dribbled in his jeans - it hadn't - he pulled out his phone, still desperate for any distraction so that he didn't go back to staring at the tiger and kangaroo. He opened his photos and smiled, starting to flick through the memories that he'd made in the Northwest. Seattle wasn't the most beautiful of cities, but it definitely had a number of quirky places and people.

Heh, that old statue, wonder if they're ever going to tear it down, he thought as he flicked by the old communist leader. The market, awesome. The ferries, the - oh....

His cheeks went bright red as he came back to photos that he hadn't quite remembered taking. Turning in his seat so that the screen wasn't visible from the side, Lance started flicking through them a bit slower, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants again as he saw himself posing naked.

Right, I sent out a few drunk nudes that night...geez, how much did I have?

The pictures continued for about five different shots, each from a different angle. He didn't look too bad, either. Not a super-fit gator, but still with some muscles and enough exercise to avoid a gut. His tail was thick and healthy, his legs strong enough to keep thrusting for a few hours, his cock...

He paused, staring down at his cock. It wasn't quite right, now that he looked at it. That...

Needing to check, the alligator got to his feet and walked down the middle of the train carriage. The bathroom at the far end was empty, and he stepped inside and locked the door. Shucking off his pants, he held the phone down by his cock and compared.

Holy shit...

The differences weren't huge, but something had definitely happened. The pink flesh had turned towards a darker shade, nearly crimson by comparison, and it was about an inch longer. Lance's eyes bugged out of his head as he stared at that, his breathing getting faster as he tried to reconcile the impossibility of what he was seeing.

I'm not imagining this. Something has happened to my dick. It's not just that I can't cum, my fucking dick is bigger.

He saw his cock twitch at the realization, and that same hunger hit him again. He bit his lip, trying not to think about it, but the temptation was just getting stronger. He could feel every throb through his cock. He hadn't cum for days, his balls feeling backed up to hell and back. Hell, he could feel them swaying with the train as it went down the track, feeling the way that they bounced and shook back and forth with the need that was kept penned up in them. They were so heavy...and his cock was so hard...

They'll hear me...

The bathrooms of the trains were not known for being soundproof, particularly on these cheap lines. If he made any sounds, people could hear him if he tried to get off, and he'd never been one to be able to keep quiet. He shouldn't...

Yet...

He stared down at his cock, blushing as he felt the urge to grip it and pound it getting stronger and stronger. After so long, he needed to get off. Maybe...maybe the extra risk would be enough, the worry about getting caught turning him on enough to go over the edge? His cock throbbed and bounced, almost as if it was trying to get him to do that, almost as if it was agreeing with him.

Mmph...just...just a couple of strokes...

With a shaky hand, he grabbed hold of his cock, and immediately bit back a moan. Gods, he was beyond sensitive, his cock feeling like it was already right on the verge of climax. A couple of strokes had him oozing pre like a fountain, and he had to put his phone away to avoid dripping all over the place. He cupped his hand under his cock, letting it flow over his palm as he kept on pumping it.

A couple of strokes turned into a continuous stream, as did the slow dribbles of pre from his tip. He had a palm-full of natural lube in less than a minute, and he slathered it back onto his cock, making his strokes quicker, slicker.

Mmmph...no...gotta be...quiet...

His cheeks burned at his helplessness against his own libido, feeling his lust building up more and more as time went on. He wanted nothing more than to cum, even if it meant spraying his load all over the side of the bathroom. The alligator shuddered, slipping back and sitting down on the toilet as he pumped his cock, the slimy slickness of his pre making it louder than it should have been. He bit his lips, trying not to make any more sounds, but little whimpers were breaking free despite his best efforts.

His hands pumped, stroked, squeezed all over his cock, the crimson length glistening with his pre as he kept stroking. Everything felt so good, and everything ached at the same time. His balls were churning like mad, his cock felt like it was right on the edge...but it wasn't going past it.

Strokes turned into pumps, and pumps turned into furious jerking motions, but nothing changed. His cock remained right there, on the very edge of orgasm, his need climbing more and more with each and every stroke.

Please...please...just cum...I just need...I just need one...please...

His jaws hurt from how hard he clenched them, his entire body aching from the tension that came through, but nothing more than his balls. They were like weights pulling down on his crotch, pieces of demolition equipment waiting to swing forward as he wrecked someone else's ass. He wanted to fuck, wanted to fill someone up, wanted more than anything to -

Knock, knock.

It took him a moment to hear the knocking on the door, and then another to realize that there was a second knock afterwards. Beyond humiliated, Lance yanked his pants back up and pulled up the zipper. His cock complained worse than ever, and he shivered as he opened the door, trying to look normal.

"Uh, y-yeah?"

It was the tiger from before, the muscular guy chuckling as he leaned on the open door.

"You about done in there?"

"Done? Uh, yeah, yeah, all done, man."

"Heh, good. Wouldn't want to leave a slippery mess for anyone, would you?"

Oh, god...did he hear me?

"I mean, after all, even if you cleaned up, the smell is...pretty obvious."

...Crap.

He blushed worse than ever, even as the tiger laughed and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Lance was about to run to his seat when he saw something...something that shouldn't have meant anything, but felt like it did.

There was a ring on the feline's hand. Simple enough, a stainless steel or silver band - he wasn't sure which - but with a ruby mounted in it, with a jet circle around it. It was...familiar, somehow, from somewhere...

"Hey, you done?"

"Huh? Oh, um...yeah. Sorry."

Lance made his way back to his seat in a hurry, trying to ignore the way that his hard-on continued dribbling down his pants. He shuddered at the slimy feeling that was left behind, the way that his cock was sliding and sticking to his leg in equal measure, and just about threw himself into his seat when he reached it. The last thing he needed was for someone to see the growing stain in his pants from how close he'd come, and how much he was leaking.

The ring, though. The ring stuck out in his thoughts, and he didn't know why. There was something about it, something familiar from that night when things changed. He had done something, he had felt something then. What was it? What was it?

It was a mystery, and one that he didn't know if he could solve, but Lance knew that if he could figure out what the rings meant, who they belonged to, he would be one step further on figuring out how he was cursed, and how to break it again.

He kept his eyes to himself from then on, and didn't look at any more of the porn on his phone. The last thing he needed was temptation.

Eventually, hours later, the train pulled into Chicago. The skyscrapers around the station put the rest of the city into shadow, but it was still a welcome change to get to his feet and step off of the train. The alligator stretched his arms over his head, and surreptitiously reached down to adjust his pants. A couple of touches told him that the pre-cum stains had dried, and that they didn't look obvious against his clothes.

Now, just to hope that the rest of the day doesn't go to hell.

He picked up his baggage from the railway officials, and stepped out of the station onto the sidewalk. It didn't take long to find a few signs pointing him towards his hotel for the night, and he was off at a quick pace. The alligator was almost able to forget the humiliation in the train for a while, and since he'd tucked his dick back into his underwear properly this time, it wasn't just swinging around inside of his pants the way that it had been up until now.

However, even that could only last for so long. About halfway between the train station and his hotel, he started to feel like he was being watched. The alligator paused, slowly turning around to look at the people about him. It was kinda like being a tourist, he supposed, looking like he was staring at all the buildings around him, except that he was trying to find out what was staring at him.

It didn't take long. He found the culprit about a stoplight back, and he shivered.

Why you? he wondered, seeing the kangaroo from before. Just like he had thought, the roo had something of a twink build, having a bit of a rounder set of hips but not enough to look like a full femboi. It was more like a good bit of muscle that made that ass look all the better.

He shook his head, turning away before his dick could do more than twitch a few times, and took a deep breath.

Just coincidence. Nothing that you have to worry about. Just coincidence. It's not like...

Then again, the roo had been talking with the tiger from earlier, and now that he thought about it...were they friends? Might the roo know anything? It was hard to tell, and it was hard to think about something rationally when he hadn't had a chance to cum in so long, and his dick just wanted to get buried in something.

Just...wait for a bit. If he follows me, I'll talk to him.

He kept walking down the Chicago streets, following the road past some of the skyscrapers and into the less tall part of downtown. His hotel was about five blocks in the distance, and he knew that if he had to, he could make that run. So, with that safety in mind, he turned to see if the roo was still following him.

He was.

Alright...plan B, then.

Lance stopped where he was, resting against a pole as he waited for the kangaroo to catch up. It didn't take long. The hopper wasn't exactly moving slow, nor was he trying to hide himself from the rest of the crowd. In a few minutes, he was right in front of the alligator, smiling and crossing his arms over his chest.

"So, you noticed me, huh?"

"Not that hard to notice someone."

"Well, harder than you'd think. And you're certainly harder than you want to be, aren't you?"

The alligator blushed again, knowing that it was the truth. The constant throbbing from down below kept him at a semi-erection at all times, and sometimes it got much worse, very quickly. Staring at the kangaroo now, imagining him on all fours with that round rump in the air, wasn't helping him in the slightest.

His stalker chuckled, tapping his fingers on his arms, and almost immediately, he saw it. The ring, the same ring that the tiger had been wearing, adorned the kangaroo's fingers. It was just the same, from the band to the design to the different materials that made it up. He stared for a moment, then looked back at the roo's face.

"You are...you know something."

"I know a lot of things. The problem is, I don't want to tell them for free, big guy."

"What will it take? I have to know."

"Heh. Nothing big."

"What is it?"

"Have dinner with me. We'll talk after that."

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It was the work of a bit less than an hour to get checked into the hotel and then get changed, knowing that he'd need something a bit fancy for the place that his stalker was picking out. Lance got into a suit, one that was a little out of date, but still looked nice enough. A good black jacket, a white shirt, some pants that wouldn't stain easily: the look came together quickly, and he was down in the lobby a few minutes later.

The roo was waiting for him, still dressed the same as he had been as he'd got off the train, in a white polo and a pair of jeans, and an enormous pair of slide-on shoes. The roo smiled at him, grabbing him by the arm before slowly walking him out the door.

It felt like he was getting dragged out on a date, but in all the wrong ways. He was used to being the guy that pulled the other person along, not being the one that was held like a possession or pulled about like he was going to be the trophy of the evening. He kept his mouth shut, though. Lance knew that this was probably his one chance to earn a little bit of information, and if he screwed it up, he could end up being in the dark worse than ever.

"You know, Lance, you are quite lucky."

"I don't know how you can think something like that," he said as they walked along. "I'm kind of in a lot of trouble right now."

"Heh, you call your little gift trouble? I'm surprised that you're so ungrateful."

"Yeah, woo-hoo, I can't cum. That's a wonderful gift."

"Perhaps the results as they stand right now aren't so wonderful, but I'm sure that you'll agree that you're finding it much easier to get hard than you used to. Not to mention how easy it is to come up with new, perverted ideas."

The alligator looked down at the roo with a raised eyebrow, and his stalker laughed.

"Not rewards, perhaps, but...oh, you'll learn. Oh, we're here, come on."

He let himself be dragged into the restaurant, pulled under a couple of chandeliers before they reached the front desk. The man on duty - a fox that was dressed to the nines and had a fancy little mustache that looked glued to his face - pulled out a pair of menus and directed them to their seats. After the roo ordered them a bottle of wine, they were left alone in a darker corner of the restaurant.

Lance slowly opened his menu, shaking his head a few times. Something about this felt off, like there was something else that was just waiting to happen. He didn't know what it was yet, but there was something that was fishy about this.

"So...why did you want me to come to dinner with you? Some elaborate crush from the train?"

The roo laughed, shaking his head.

"Not at all. I think that you'll find yourself quite well-informed after this. And an informed...individual...is much more interesting for the plan that we have."

"We? What plan?"

"Oh, you'll see...if you cooperate."

The kangaroo turned to the waiter as he came by, while Lance buried his head in the menu. There had to be something that he could figure out from this. There was a plan? There was a we? What had happened to him, and why? That was what he wanted to know, and what he needed to figure out.

"And your order, sir?"

"Uh...I'll have the, erm, filet mignon, medium-rare. Thanks."

He handed his menu over without picking a side, not wanting to think about how much this was going to bite out of his account as it was. The waiter left, and the kangaroo leaned forward.

"Here's the deal, Lance. I'll answer your questions, or as many of them as I think you deserve to know. But for as long as I'm answering questions, your pants need to be undone."

"What?! Are you -"

He stifled himself, lowering his voice as some people started to turn and stare. He leaned in, whispering under his breath.

"Are you crazy? That's going to get everyone staring over here. We don't have much of a tablecloth, you know."

"It's your choice, you know. I could just leave here right now, and let you just enjoy a steak, but if you want information..."

The alligator groaned, already knowing where this was going. It was utter blackmail, something that he should have walked away from, gone to the police and reported, something. He could feel the trap waiting for him.

But at the same time, he needed the information. The roo had to know something if he was talking like this, and that ring was all the proof he needed that it was tied into whatever had sealed up his balls. If he was going to find anything, he needed to start somewhere, and that ring and this kangaroo were his only leads.

Plus...he couldn't deny how hard he was at the idea of letting his cock out in public.

The kangaroo chuckled at him as he surreptitiously reached down. The sound of the zipper was masked by a soft clink of glasses from his dinner partner, and he blushed as he felt his cock slide out through the zipper hole, half-suspended over the edge of his chair by his own arousal.

"I'm so glad that you see it my way, Lance. It is so much better when you just cooperate, isn't it?"

"It's more insane, that's for su-uuure!"

He leaned forward, almost spitting his drink out before he could finish sipping it. His cock wasn't just hanging out anymore, but had a large, three-toed foot pressed against it, the toes curling around the head while the long foot pressed his cock right back against his belly. The stupid thing almost pushed out past the edge of the table, and the only reason it didn't was because he slid forward, his stomach and chest pressed against the table edge.

"What...what are...you doing?"

"I'm making sure that you're interested in the information. After all, I didn't say that I'd just let it hang free, did I?"

"You...fuck...fuck!"

He bit his lip, trying not to think about the pressure of that long foot pressing against his cock, how easy it would be for someone to see the moving shadows beneath the table and deduce what was going on. Lance knew that he should stop, knew that he was risking all too much for so little, but it had to be done.

And it's not because it feels so good...

Panting softly as he tried to get himself under control, the alligator was wracked with shivers and shudders as the kangaroo continued to slowly pump his foot up and down along the gator's shaft. It was throbbing hard, dripping all over that long, slender sole, and he wanted so much to just grind against it freely. But there was no chance in hell that he'd get to do that, not in public.

It took him a good five minutes to be able to control himself enough to speak without gasping and panting, and even then, he had to time his words between the slow strokes of the foot along his shaft.

"What...what happened to me?"

"I think you already know that, my friend. You've lost all ability to cum, and I do mean, all of it."

"That's...that is...impossible."

The kangaroo chuckled.

"I suppose technically it could be impossible. After all, magic isn't the most precise of arts. There might be a loophole somewhere, and if you found it, maybe, maybe, maybe you'd have some way of breaking the curse. But considering how very specific magic can be about its loopholes, you could search for a hundred years and not find it."

"Or...or get lucky...and find it in the first few days."

"That's a possibility...but I doubt it. We made sure that we did our research first before we cast anything on you."

The kangaroo's foot pressed down a bit further, grinding down over his balls. God, they felt so huge right then and there, the pressure making them feel more bloated than ever. All that cum, all that desperate seed wishing to get out. It was an ache that hadn't gone away, and this stimulation was only making his balls feel heavier and heavier as they felt like they would actually get release.

His cock slipped between the roo's toes as the waiter came back, filling up their drinks. The alligator's teeth and jaws felt like they were about to snap from how tight he clenched them when the kangaroo started tormenting his cock all the more with someone there to watch, and he tried to smile past the suspicious glance of the fox waiter.

"Everything. Is. Fine. Sir."

"Are you certain, sir?"

"I'm. Sure."

He nodded stiffly, taking the plate with his steak and placing it in front of him. After a few seconds, the waiter left, leaving them alone once more. He could barely hold back the building moans, knowing that his cock needed more stimulation than it was getting, than was physically possible at this rate. He needed something, anything to get him off.

The kangaroo didn't give it to him, only leaned back a little to bring up his other foot. That ache, that burning need got hotter as his cock was sandwiched between the kangaroo feet, relentlessly oozing slime all over them and making them more slippery by the second.

"Don't you have more questions, Lance?"

"Why...me?"

"A couple of reasons, I suppose. You were an easy target, considering that you were begging everyone for a chance to get laid with you. All those drunk pictures...heh, if we hadn't picked up on that, some escort could have gotten all the money he needed for a year off of you, with how out of it you were."

"And...and the other...reasons?"

"There's always the person that finds himself on the edge of something momentous. There's so many people out there, yet only a few of them have this urge to continue living life as you have. I've studied you, you see. I saw what you were doing. You decided to go and see the country, and rather than do it over the course of years, you booked a three-month travel package to see everything right away. You decided that you were open to living a sexual lifestyle, and rather than gradually expanding, you started a network of different appointments for this trip.

"With that way of embracing life, I wanted to see what would happen if we pulled you into our little plot. There's something to be gained with this sort of...control...and as your libido climbs, how desperate will you get for that one stimulation that might just end this hell for you? How far will you pursue this mystery, this need, this hunger for that elusive orgasm and relief that you currently can't have?"

The kangaroo's sadistic little grin should have made him shudder, but instead, he moaned. He bit it off as fast as he could, trying not to give himself away, but it was still there. A few other patrons looked, but he didn't think they noticed.

He was desperately groaning in need, the sound barely muffled within his clamped jaws. His fingers were digging into the table, trying to hold onto the simple fact that he was still in public, and couldn't act like he would in private. There were more questions...more questions that he had to ask before he forgot. He had to figure this out while he still had a chance.

"What...do the...rings mean?"

"Oh, these?"

The roo lifted his hand, wiggling his fingers lightly to make the light dance off the jewelry. He shrugged.

"They're a mark of my little group. You see, there's quite a few of us, all dedicated to the end goal of your experience in denial. As you get more and more lustful, there will be more and more consequences, leading to a great shift in the world around us. We are looking to change the world, and you will be our little catalyst to it."

"Why? Why would you...mmph...want to change the world?"

"Let's just say that the world is fucked in our eyes, and it's time that it gets a new partner."

Finally, the roo's feet slipped away from his cock. Lance wasn't sure if he cursed the lack of stimulation or gave praise for its end. His cock throbbed in desperation, wanting to cum, but so sensitive that he swore that a breath of wind might have as much of an effect as those large feet milking his cock. He nearly collapsed over the table as the kangaroo shuffled about, putting his feet back in his shoes before standing from the table.

"I'm sure that we'll talk again, Lance. In fact, I'd count on it."

The kangaroo patted him on the arm before walking away, but Lance had no way of chasing after him, nor any chance of calling him back. His cock throbbed so hard, was right on the verge of orgasm, or so it felt. He should have been able to push himself over with a simple thrust against the bottom of the table, but even that would only make him hornier.

He knew, because this was exactly how he'd felt for days, though this was the worse that it had ever been. The sensation of being on the edge, of being unable to cum despite having more than enough stimulation for it, continued unabated for almost ten minutes before his cock finally started going soft again. His steak was cold by the time that he got around to eating it, though it had been expertly cooked. He could appreciate that much about it, and for a few minutes after he went soft, he actually managed to not think about his cock for a little while.

Then the bill came, and his thoughts went right to his wallet and how much his bank account was going to hurt. The roo had gotten him stiff and throbbing, and then stiffed him with the bill.

He eventually sorted something out with the waiter, considering that the roo hadn't eaten anything, and knocked that part off of the bill. Thus handled, he was eventually able to leave, tucking his cock into his pants and trying not to think about how soaked with pre his underwear and the seat of his pants were, hoping nobody else noticed on the way out.

In his hotel room, Lance finally gave in to stroking his cock. He knew it wouldn't give him anything, knew that he wouldn't get off from it, but the pleasure at least let him stop thinking about denial for a while. He laid back, his tail spread between his legs, and he grabbed and groped at his cock in desperate arousal, stroking himself harder, and harder until even his copious pre wasn't enough lube for him with how violently he stroked himself. He rolled onto his side, pulling his lube from his suitcase and slathered his hands in it, getting on his knees to hump into the tunnel his hands made directly.

It didn't help. Nothing helped. Nothing would soothe that need that had been built up in the restaurant. The mystery continued, as did his arousal.

The End