Bright and early the next morning, Mr. Butterfly was with the very handsome Alex Spivey in the back corridor of the reptile area. He had not had much time alone with Alex to really take a close look at him. But now that he did, he could tell that Alex really was a hunk. Perhaps he had been hasty in hooking up with Garry. He quickly admonished himself for thinking so; he had something special with Garry and besides, Donnie was around before.
He and Alex were selecting equipment from the selection of snake hooks available. “These are the hooks we have.
We will need one about this size, the fourth “u” down, to catch death adders and also for today’s practice and training.” He drew out two and handed one to Mr. Butterfly and then they headed out to the non-venomous snake enclosure.
“Today we will practice on this Burmese python. She is very relaxed, friendly and accustomed to handling and her approximate size and weight are similar to the death adders we will be collecting. To capture a non-venomous snake you squat down, staying as far from the snake as possible. Because, even though it is not venomous, you still don’t want to get bitten. Bites can be very nasty and dirty and can get infected. So, staying as far away from the snake as possible, you pick up the tail and with your other hand holding the snake hook, you lift the body of the snake. Then you transport the snake to the collection container.” Alex demonstrated this as he spoke. “Okay, now you try.”
Mr. Butterfly squatted down and gingerly picked up the snake’s tail, then deftly lifted the body with the snake hook and lifted the entire snake into the dust bin they were using. Then he looked up at Alex for a judgment.
“Great job! A few more practices and we will move onto the more difficult to handle snakes.” A short while later they did just that. “This is an ornamental flying snake and they just hate to be handled. But it is not a venomous snake. If you can pick this one up, you can handle any snake in the world. So what you want to do is gently pick it up under the middle and support the whole snake’s weight with the hook. Try it.”
Mr. Butterfly handled the snake with care, as if it was venomous, even though it wasn’t, because it was a touchy snake. Gently, he nudged the hook underneath the snake’s body and then ever so slowly he lifted the snake off of the ground as if the snake was asleep and he didn’t want to wake it up. Finally, he had it in the air.
“You have really great hand-eye coordination Mr. Butterfly.”
“Thanks! It must be all those years with the butterfly net.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Must be. Great job! Now you are ready for the venomous snakes.”
Mr. Butterfly paled. Alex headed for the storage area where the death adders were kept. He hauled out a green tank that housed one and carried it to an open room, and placed it at one end.
He closed the door to the room. “Are you ready? I am going to take this venomous death adder snake out and place him over there.” Then Alex did just as he said he would with his snake hook. “Now, what I would like you to do is pick him up with your snake hook, just as you did with the non-venomous snake and place him into that dust bin there. Okay?”
“Okay.”, said Mr. Butterfly a bit uncertainly.
“I’ll be right here if you need a hand.”, reassured Alex.
Mr. Butterfly inched towards the death adder slowly arm extended. The snake pretty much ignored him as it sat on the cold linoleum flooring. He gently placed the hook underneath the snake’s body and slowly lifted it off the floor. It tried to get away, but Mr. Butterfly adjusted the hook and recaptured it. Once he had it lifted, the snake was a bit livelier than others had been, but he managed to get it into the dust bin anyway. Once that was done, he noticed he had broken a sweat. He mopped his brow with his sleeve.
“Perfect! I thought for a moment there you might need some help, but you managed his sprightliness quite well! Good job!”
“I’d say you are ready to for a snake hunt! Let’s go tell the boss!”
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Meanwhile, back at the Gosford Police Station, Detective Sergeant William Tuttle was having prisoner Dr. Donald Aubrey shown into the small interrogation room and handcuffed to the table. He asked that they be left alone for 2 hours and not disturbed. Then he locked the door.
“I’ll update you on your case so far Dr. Aubrey.”
“I’d like my attorney present for this.”, said Donnie worried about the locked door.
“Oh, trust me. You don’t need him. Just sit down and listen.”, said the detective, calm and cool. “Basically, you’re screwed. We have the same three snake venoms in Mr. Butterfly’s blood verified by two independent labs, in his toothpaste and in your collection, which by the way is labeled in your own handwriting. The motive is professional jealousy. Unless you would like to offer a better motive? So, we have motive, means and opportunity.
With that he stood up and opened his belt and unzipped his fly. He lowered his slacks and unveiled his salami size penis. Donnie’e eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “Yeah, that’s how I want you mate.” Then the detective chuckled to himself. “Bite me and I’ll kill you.” He stroked himself to erection and headed for Donnie.
Donnie managed to cry “No.”, but that was all, before his face was stuffed full with the detective’s salami sized member. Donnie was drooling and gagging uncontrollably as he tried to breathe around the leviathan cock that was being shoved repeatedly into his mouth. That went on for what seemed an eternity to Donnie, but really wasn’t very long.
Then, the detective got bored and decided to go for the next installment of justice. He pulled his salami meat away from Donnie’s face and said “I want to see your bubble butt.” With that he grabbed Donnie and splayed him across the table from where his hands were cuffed. Then he pulled Donnie’s prison issue orange pants down exposing his firm ass. “Nice! I can do this.”
So he rubbered up and dove in making Donnie scream because of his size and the speed of his entry. He raped Donnie forcibly saying “Does it feel like justice? Does it feel like justice yet?”