Friday Fantasy - Part 13, Devil Down Under

Alex, Garry and Mr. Butterfly boarded their flight for Newman, Western Australia in the Sydney airport at noon. Take off went as planned and the jet made a stopover at Perth and their final landing was at about nine o’clock p.m. at Newman. Garry rented their Land Rover Defender 110. they still had over an hour’s drive to their hotel, the Karijini Eco Retreat. They threw our bags into the Rover and off they went.

They arrived at the lodge completely tuckered out from traveling. Mr. Butterfly reflected that he didn’t know why travel is so tiring; you just sit around all day doing nothing, but at the end of it all you are pretty tired out. The manager of the lodge showed them to their tent.

All three of them were going to share one tent and they were going to bring in a rollaway bed for Alex. they decided to check out the whirlpool bath in the courtyard. So in just their swim trunks they went out there. It was really pretty hot outside for that time of night. But both Garry and Alex said that it needed to be hot for the snakes to be active.

The plan was to stay up late tonight, sleep in tomorrow as late as possible, and do some sight seeing in the afternoon. Have a really late dinner and then go snake hunting after dark.

Mr. Butterfly settled into the water to let himself soak. It was just the three of them in the water. He could hear the water bubbling around his ears. He felt a foot touch his and he assumed it was Garry’s so he touched it back playfully and grinned stupidly. But Alex grinned at him.

Mr. Butterfly kind of frowned and looked at Garry. Garry just winked at him. Mr. Butterfly wondered just what was going on with this game of footsie. Garry moved closer to him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“I thought we could all be closer if we let Alex in on our game during the trip.”, said Garry.

The young explorer just said one word. “Yes.”

All three of them hurried off to their tent with huge grins. Very late the next morning, they arose and went sight seeing in the Karijini National Park. They saw all of the major sights including:

the Circular Pool,

the Fern Pool,

the Handrail Pool,

and Weano Gorge.

As they drove around they also saw the Marble Bar in nearby Newman.

After dark, they hunted for death adders in the Land Rover Defender 110. They piled in with their snake hooks and other collecting equipment and drove the deserted roads of the Pilbara looking for “red lines” on the road which would be death adders crossing. The temperature was scalding hot, unbearably so, and that was what was necessary for snakes. They drove for miles and miles before they saw one. Then they screeched to a halt and Garry and Alex jumped out of the Rover with their snake hooks and Mr. Butterfly brought the dust bin. Alex scooped the snake off the road before it could side wind itself away into the spinifex grass. It was a large male death adder. He gently placed it into the dust bin. They whooped and hollered in triumph. They caught one! They secured the dust bin in the back of the Rover and began to drive again.

They drove on for another hour before they saw another red line. Mr. Butterfly was supposed to catch this one. He raced out of the Rover with his snake hook and without hesitation hooked it, and almost lost it as the snake tried to side wind away. But then he readjusted his hook and re-caught it. He tossed it into the dust bin without much ceremony or gentility.

“Nice save mate!”, said Alex. Both Alex and Garry gave him a pat on the back. In Mr. Butterfly’s mind, the mission was completed; he had caught a death adder in a snake hunt in Australia. He could go home now. He smiled a big smile at his buddies.

They continued hunting but didn’t catch any more death adders that night. They continued to try for a few more days, but only caught one more. A take of three death adders total was good for the Reptile Park.

They parted sadly at the Newman Airport. Mr. Butterfly was headed back to the Baltimore Airport and Garry and Alex were headed to Sydney. Mr. Butterfly hugged his new friends goodbye. He would certainly miss their camaraderie.

During his flight back, as he settled in his "comfy" airline seat, he remembered that first night with Alex and Garry. How awkward was that? They arrived back at the tent soaking wet from the pool in nothing but their swimsuits. They knew they were going to have sex. Mr. Butterfly was a bit embarrassed in front of Alex. How to break the ice he wondered? But Garry was a big help. He came over and kissed Mr. Butterfly and then kissed Alex. Then he brought them together and had them kiss each other.

Garry took the young explorer’s hands and put them on Alex’s chest and put Alex’s hands on the young explorer’s chest. He pushed the two of them closer to each other. He waited until nature took its course and they needed no further urging to continue to make out. Then he joined in. Hands began going onto asses and crotches and erections ensued. Swimsuits were stripped off. Naked butts emerged.

Mr. Butterfly chuckled to himself as he recalled the scene. What a sight they must have been, the three of them buck naked!

Alex’s erection was quite stunning and the young explorer couldn’t wait to take him in his mouth. So he pushed Alex back onto the bed and licked his erection base to tip and then took the helmet into his eager mouth. It was so soft and silky. He dove down on it to the pubes making Alex shudder. He twiddled with one of Alex’s nuts meanwhile. Garry headed for Alex’s mouth with his penis and Alex opened wide for it. The young explorer thought to himself that maybe these two had shared a boyfriend before. But he continued to concentrate on what he was doing to Alex. In no time he had Alex moaning and writhing with pleasure.

But Garry sat up and said “Alex we are being bad hosts. We are ignoring our guest. I think he needs a good fucking. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely!”, replied Alex.

The young explorer didn’t know what to think. He really wanted to be fucked, but was hesitant to ask. But there was Alex rubbering up. Alex grabbed the young explorer’s hips and pulled him closer. The young explorer could feel Alex’s erection on his back side and then pop! It went in easily with all of the lubrication. God it felt good. He wilted with the pleasure of how it felt. It was as if all of his nerve endings were alive in there and telling him that life was really good. When Alex hit that special spot, it was heaven indeed and the young explorer felt he would explode with pleasure.

“Don’t stop!”, cried the young explorer with abandon. It seemed so wrong that just about any young man could bring about this much pleasure thought the young explorer. But there it was. Of course he came with Alex and didn’t even get to have sex with Garry. How could he be expected to hold back when it felt so good?

But he had rested and had sex with Garry in the second round that night. When they did sleep, they all shared the queen sized bed. It was plenty big enough for the three of them. But they messed up the sheets on the rollaway anyhow.

So that was what Mr. Butterfly was thinking during the ungodly long flight home to Baltimore to pass the time.

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A note to my readers: I have had a really great time writing the weekly Friday Fantasies. But I am going to focus on my art now and in the future will only write fantasies as the mood strikes and not on a weekly schedule. I hope you understand. Kisses!

Friday Fantasy - Part 12, Devil Down Under

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!”

“Thanks!”

“I’d say you are ready to for a snake hunt! Let’s go tell the boss!”

“Right o!”

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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.

“Here in Australia we have a way to deal with you devils down under. I’m afraid it ain’t pretty. But you are pretty, aren’t you mate. You must have spent some serious time in the gym to get that hard body. I ought to know. Yeah, we Aussies don’t tolerate heinous crimes like this down here. Nope, not at all. Justice is ours.”

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?”

Friday Fantasy - Part 11, Devil Down Under

“Certainly.”, replied the young explorer figuring that Garry was an educated adult and knew the risks. Besides, he really wanted to see this man’s pubic hair in the worst way. Garry shrugged off the aqua colored robe and it fell to the floor revealing his toned body and his light ashy blond pubic hair. He pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the shower to join the young explorer.

The young explorer had a huge toothy grin on his face and said “Hi. Welcome to my shower cutie. Wanna play?” Garry chuckled in response. And they kissed a little bit playfully. Their hands caressed each other teasingly, leaving space between them. Garry touched the young explorer’s breast and the young explorer touched Garry’s hips. Then they splashed each other. They kissed again. Both of them got erections. The young explorer toyed with Garry’s. Then the young explorer went to his knees and licked Garry’s cock from the base to the tip. Garry had to steady himself against the wall behind him. Then the young explorer took his cock into his mouth and looked up into Garry’s light blue eyes. He proceeded to blow him and fondle his testicles. He let one of his fingers get near Garry’s asshole and he pushed it in. Garry moaned.

After a while, Garry asked if the young explorer was done with his shower and the answer was yes. So, they turned off the shower and headed for the bedroom. Once there and after they had dried off, Garry proceeded to eat the young explorer’s ass. The young explorer really loved to be rimmed and Garry was quite good at it.

Garry’s erection was straight as an arrow. He lay down behind the young explorer and held him tenderly as he kissed his ear lobe. He donned a condom and placed his penis on the young explorer’s anus and gently pushed. In it slid, all the way, painlessly. It felt so good for both of them. Garry lifted the young explorer’s left leg and held it up in the air as he fucked him.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me man. Oh, yeah. Oh!”, said Mr. Butterfly.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, don’t stop!”

So they continued that way until the young explorer decided that he wanted to sit on Garry’s erection. So they switched positions. Each time the young explorer lowered himself down on Garry’s straight as an arrow penis he sighed with pleasure and Garry’s pelvis rose to meet him. The eventually got a rhythm going and there was a slap of their bodies meeting on the down ward thrust. But, Garry wanted to see the young explorer’s face when they came. So he gently pulled him off and entered him from above, missionary style. They gazed into each other’s eyes when they both climaxed together. Then they kissed.

They held each other in bed while the glow was with them. Afterwards they spoke.

“We should let Alex know about Donnie’s arrest.”, said Mr. Butterfly.

“I already did earlier while you were in the shower.”, replied Garry. “He was quite surprised. Astonished really. Glad that you were not injured in the arrest too.”

“I need to notify the Institute of all this too.”

“Zip them off an email and give them a window of when they can call you at my office tonight. That will take care of it.”

“Great, I will do that now.” So he did.

Then it was time to go to the Gosford Police Station. Garry drove as he knew the way and it was on Main Street in downtown Gosford. It was really nice of Garry to take Mr. Butterfly there. They entered the front doors and told the officer there who they were. They were asked to be seated until called. Sometime later, Mr. Butterfly was called and he followed the officer to Detective Sergeant William Tuttle’s desk in the detectives’ section. He was introduced and they went to an interrogation room to talk.

Detective Sergeant William Tuttle

The detective was a massive and imposing man, but not unattractive in the least. Mr. Butterfly wondered how he got shirts to fit his proportions, but knew that somehow these weightlifter types did. He carried an armload of case files already compiled on Donnie. After they got settled, Detective Sergeant Tuttle said “Your full name is Dr….”

“Excuse me Detective Sergeant, but Mr. Butterfly is what I go by now.”, said Mr. Butterfly coyly.

The detective eyed him with some impatience and said “Is this your legally correct name typed here?” He pointed to a place on the form.

“Yes it is.”

“Thank you. How long have you had this ‘Mr. Butterfly’ alias and why?”

“Well, I don’t even remember how long I have used Mr. Butterfly. Perhaps it started when I was but a lad and captured my first Lepidoptera. It could have been as a nickname, but trust me, there was no nefarious reason to it at all.”

“Why do I have a hard time believing that?” After a pause he said “Let’s move on.” He looked through some papers before he continued. “Here is where our case stands. Dr. Donald Aubrey has denied that he poisoned you and pleads innocent. But the evidence that we have is that the three specifically identified snake venoms are indeed in your blood. These same three specifically identified snake venoms are also in your toothpaste. Dr. Aubrey also has in his luggage a library of over 100 snake venoms labeled in his own handwriting that contain the proteins he would need to spike your toothpaste and result in the findings that we have in your blood. His claim is that he needs these for his job. Can you tell me if this is the case?”

“Well, first off I am the wrong person to ask in that I am not a herpetologist. But as a lay person, I would not think so. I cannot imagine a scenario where he would need those poisons for anything.”, said Mr. Butterfly. “However, there is a herpetologist in your waiting room that you could call as an expert witness to that point. His name is Dr. Garry Ludlow.”

“Dr. Ludlow is in our waiting room?”

“Yes. He drove me here today.”

“What luck! I’ll speak with him next. It would help our case tremendously Mr. Butterfly if you could provide me with a motive for his poisoning you.”

“Honestly, I have no idea Detective Sergeant. But I would imagine it could be professional jealously.”

“Where did you get that idea from?”

“Let’s just say it came to me in a dream.”

“Okay, that works for me. Now, let me get some details on what the poisoning caused you to suffer in your own words.”

“Well, let’s see. I had nightly disturbing, awful dreams that caused me to wake suddenly in a cold sweat. I sweat so much that I had to change my linens each night. I suffered sleep deprivation and one day I had to eat something before I could go out.”

“It would really help the case if you could tell me the content of the dreams Mr. Butterfly.”

“I would really rather not Detective Sergeant.”

“They must have been criminal in nature for you not to want to reveal them to me.”

“The nature of my dreams is so upsetting that it will distract the jury from the case and might influence the verdict against Donnie. I would rather not see that happen. So, I refuse to reveal the nature of my dreams to you Detective Sergeant.”

The Detective looked at Mr. Butterfly and thought about that. “You might just be right about that and I’m not sure I trust our prosecutors to make that call. That being the case Mr. Butterfly, we need some more samples of your blood to analyze in our forensics lab to verify the hospital’s findings and then we will have a very strong circumstantial case against Dr. Aubrey. I will have the officer show you out and the tech will draw some more blood from you. It was terrific to meet you.”

With that he, was ushered out, and he passed Garry as Garry was ushered in. More blood was drawn from Mr. Butterfly and he wondered if he would run out.

Later as they were driving back to Garry’s beach house, he asked “Will the poisons in my blood still be detectible this long after being poisoned?”

“Absolutely. They tend to hang around for a long time and protein tests are really very sensitive.”

“Who does the police forensic testing?”

Garry grinned. “We do at the Reptile Park. I might as well have taken the samples myself, but there are rules about control of the samples and I didn’t want to interfere with those. So, our lab will be doing the testing.”

“Cool!”

Later that evening Mr. Butterfly and Garry were at Dr. Garry Ludlow’s office to receive Dr. Gutekunde’s call from the Institute. The phone rang right on time and Garry answered it and put it on speaker phone. After the introductions, Donnie’s crime and arrest were discussed at length along with Mr. Butterfly’s poisoning.

“Might I speak with my employee alone?”, requested Dr. Gutekunde.

When they were alone, Dr. Gutekunde exhorted Mr. Butterfly “Upper management is adamant that this program go forward. You are to make solid connections with the director of the venom production program there at the Reptile Park and go on the death adder hunt yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“That should not be a problem Dr. Gutekunde.”, replied Mr. Butterfly grinning to himself. Oh yeah. He had a pretty good connection with Garry already. But doing the death adder hunt kind of gave him the creeps.

“We can hire another herpetologist later. Keep me apprised of the situation there please and take care of yourself Mr. Butterfly.” Then he rang off.

Garry came back into the room. “So, what is the status?”

“The death adder hunt is on! I am going instead of Donnie! Isn’t that just so exciting?”

“I can’t stop quaking it is so exciting!”

“The Institute is continuing its program with me and will hire a new herpetologist later. I’m supposed to get in good with the Director of snake venom production. Do you know who that is?”

“Gee, we’ll have to find out who he is.”

“I wonder what I have to do to get in good with him?”

“Going home with him and going to bed would be a good start.”

They both smiled as they neared each other and kissed.

That night, Mr. Butterfly dreamed that Donnie was there naked but he forced himself awake right away and woke up Garry. “I’m here hon, did you have a dream again?”

“Yes.”, replied Mr. Butterfly.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you ever again. You are safe with me.” Garry held him tightly in his warm embrace and Mr. Butterfly drifted back to sleep.

Photo credit Detective Sergeant William Tuttle: Brawny Stud (link in sidebar)

Friday Fantasy - Part 10, Devil Down Under

Garry said, “Donnie, thank god you’re here. You should just listen to what Mr. Butterfly has been saying about our plans!”

“What has he been saying?”

“He doesn’t want to come on our death adder hunt! Can you believe it?”

“But it was all agreed so long ago back in Bethesda; he has to come! What is your excuse Mr. Butterfly?”

“I am afraid that you guys will let me get bitten. It is as simple as that. I am afraid of snake bites.”, replied Mr. Butterfly, eying Garry as if to say nice save.

Garry tried to comfort him by saying “But we will all be there to protect you, doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“Not really.”

“Look, you don’t have to be anywhere near the snakes at all. Its not like we even expect you to catch any yourself.”, said Alex.

“I know, but I’ll be in the truck with them and they will only be in cloth bags. They could easily bite me right through those.”

“They never bite through those!”, replied Alex. “You will be perfectly safe.”

The view from the Upper Deck

“Let’s continue our discussion over dinner.”, said Garry. So the four young men went out to dinner at a new place called the Upper Deck that looks out over the water. The view was very nice and they all ordered oysters on the half shell and the seafood platter.

The food was excellent. For desert they could not resist the home baked chocolate cake, a restaurant specialty. During dinner, Alex and Garry personally promised to protect Mr. Butterfly from snake bites and that seemed to satisfy him and he agreed to come along on the snake hunt. Donnie continued to be miffed, because he had “suffered” through the excruciatingly boring Eltham Copper Butterfly part of the trip quietly and professionally and felt that Mr. Butterfly owed doing his part of the trip without complaint or any special promises from the Reptile Park staff.

But now, it was time to go back to the hotel with Donnie and Mr. Butterfly was downright scared. Of course Donnie would have no way of knowing that Mr. Butterfly was onto him, but still. You know how it is when you know something that no one else does but then you think everyone else does. Why is that? But that was what Mr. Butterfly was feeling. How could Donnie not know he was onto him? He just shook his head clear of those thoughts and tired to think of how he would usually act in the evening and act just the same way tonight to keep up the ruse that everything was the same and he did not know that Donnie was poisoning him with snake venom in his toothpaste. This all took place during the short drive back to the Wombat Bed & Breakfast.

So, when they got back to the room, Mr. Butterfly took off his street clothes and put on his jogging shorts and tee shirt and headed for the bathroom to do his ablutions and wash his face and brush his teeth. Thank goodness he usually closed the door for this part, because he was going to skip brushing his teeth. So, unless Donnie did an oral check up, he would not know that Mr. Butterfly had skipped that part. When he came out, Donnie was ready to use the bathroom next. He turned on the television, but nothing was on. So he read his book. Donnie came out and got into bed. Eventually, Mr. Butterfly fell asleep and dreamed.

He was naked on his back in a sling with his hands and feet chained to it. Escape was impossible. Donnie came in and was naked too and carrying a huge python snake. He walked to where the young explorer was and placed the snake on him.

The snake slithered around, and the young explorer could feel its scales on his abdomen. The snake was flicking its forked tongue out lightening quick, tasting the air. It slithered up and tasted the young explorer’s face, then turned and headed for his groin. Inexplicably, the young explored had a raging hard on. The snake flicked the helmet with its tongue and the head of the young explorer’s penis quivered. Then the snake unhinged its jaws and began to swallow the young explorer’s erection. When the snake got down the young explorer’s testicles, it swallowed them too, one at a time as if they were eggs. It felt so strange to be engorged by a snake; it was really tight and strangling, but not so much in a good way as the young explorer wondered if his genitals were being digested. Then Donnie came in with another snake and placed it too on the young explorer.

This one headed for his asshole and plunged its head into it. This felt totally strange and the young explorer wondered how the snake would breathe. It squirmed and writhed inside of him and made him feel as if he had a large parasite. Donnie brought yet another snake and placed this one on the young explorer and this snake began to circle the young explorer’s neck.

“Why do you have it in for me Donnie?”, cried the young explorer?” He was not exactly sure if he should allow himself to feel ecstasy, disgust or just be in terror for his life.

“Don’t you get it? I’m jealous of you. All of your success and glory, I want it for me!”, replied Donnie. The snake around his neck tightened to throttle the life out of him when he inhaled and the young explorer began to be really afraid that he would soon be history. He was having difficulty taking in any air and was gasping.

Suddenly, Garry was there fully naked. He punched Donnie on the chin, knocking him out cold. Then he took a machete and cut the head off of the snake around the young explorer’s throat, killing it and it fell off of him. Next he killed the snake that was diving up the young explorer’s asshole, and finally the one eating his dick. Then he released the young explorer from the sling. The young explorer was a bloody mess from the dead snakes, but he had never been rescued in one of these dreams and never by a gorgeous man like Garry.

They hugged tightly and the young explorer said “You are my hero!”

Garry said “He will never hurt you again; I will see to it.”

Then they kissed deeply.

And Mr. Butterfly woke up. There was no sweat and his sheets were dry and warm. He rolled over and went back to sleep.

Not much later, we was awakened by red and blue flashing lights outside the windows. His sleepy brain thought there must be a fire. But that’s not what Donnie thought. Donnie knew just what was going on.

“Who called the fucking police? Did you? You asshole! I’m going to kill you!”, yelled Donnie as he lunged from his bed in one leap onto Mr. Butterfly’s and attacked him. He was half naked, in just his shorts.

“HELP!”, screamed Mr. Butterfly. It was all he had a chance to say before Donnie had a strangle hold on his throat. Hopefully the police heard him and would break down the door. The fight rolled around the room. Both men tried to strangle each other, and then Mr. Butterfly, knowing that he had no chance in a test of strength against the more muscular Donnie, tried to gouge out Donnie’s eyes. That got Donnie to let go of his throat and Mr. Butterfly was able to get away for a moment just as the police burst into the room and yelled “FREEZE, POLICE!” They had their service weapons drawn.

Donnie was promptly arrested and Mr. Butterfly was told not to leave New South Wales for a while. The hotel room was declared a crime scene and roped off with yellow crime scene tape. Crime scene detectives arrived shortly thereafter and were collecting evidence and Mr. Butterfly exhorted them to collect his toothpaste. But quickly he was led outside by an officer who told him that they would be looking to collect his statement later that day if he could drop by the station some time. He went outside and Garry was there waiting for him and looking worried. He looked relieved when he saw him.

“It is so great to see you!”, said Mr. Butterfly as he went to hug him.

“Like wise!”, said Garry as he hugged him back. “I see Donnie didn’t hurt you too bad in the scuffle.”

“Not too bad.” Then Mr. Butterfly smiled. He realized that he was only wearing jogging shorts and a tee shirt, but the police would not let him back into his room for more clothes. “Um, I need more clothes.”

“Come back to my place, I’m sure I can set you up for today.”

On the way there, Garry filled him in on what had happened over night. “St. Vincent’s called me about an hour ago and told me that you have the proteins from spitting cobra and two other rare species of snake in your blood and that they had reported the poisoning to the police down there already. I called the local Gosford force to offer our suggestion of who the poisoner was and work with the local gendarmes on the arrest. I was so worried that Donnie would attack you when he heard the police drive up, so I told them not to use sirens, I didn’t think of the lights! I am so glad you are okay.”

By that time they had arrived at Garry’s beach house. Mr. Butterfly wanted to have a look around, but Garry showed Mr. Butterfly the shower right away and gave him some clean towels and laid out a pair of slacks and a sweater in his size. “I have a surprise for you!”, said Garry. And with that he presented Mr. Butterfly with a brand new tooth brush! Mr. Butterfly could not wait to put that to use; he hated to have grungy feeling teeth. Then he helped himself to some of the mouthwash that Garry had. His mouth was all minty fresh and his gums seemed to be healing already when he looked at them in the mirror.

While Mr. Butterfly was showering, he thought of all the calls he had to make. He had to call the institute and tell them that Donnie had been arrested and why, and the progress of their work thus far in Australia and what his next steps should be. Garry and he had to notify Alex and modify the death adder hunt plans too. Then he had to find the Gosford Police Station and deal with their questions. Then there would be the trial. Would he have to be in Australia during it, he wondered? It all seemed so complicated now. He was all wrapped up in worrying about that, when he heard a soft knock and Garry coming into the bathroom.

“I was wondering if you could use any help in there?”, said Garry. Mr. Butterfly peeked out and saw that Garry was only wearing a light aqua colored terrycloth robe. He took a deep breath and considered how a relationship would complicate matters even more. They were so complex to begin with; it just didn’t seem fair to drag anyone else into his problems right now. He looked at all the implications from all the possible angles before rendering his reply.

Friday Fantasy - Part 9, Devil Down Under

Donnie

The next morning when Mr. Butterfly opened his eyes, he felt absolutely horrible. He had the shakes and could hardly lift his head off the pillow. He had to eat something before he could stand. Donnie brought him some fresh sliced mango from the kitchen and he ate that and drank some water. He began to recover and wasn’t really sure he was up to working a full day. But he would give it a try and see how it went as the day wore on. It’s not like they were going to be way out in the field today. They were just going to be at the Reptile Park, which was not far at all.

When he could stand, he got dressed and he and Donnie went and had breakfast at the eat-in kitchen part of the B&B. The owner was very concerned for his health. After that, they drove the few miles to the park.

They were escorted by a park official from the entrance to the office of Dr. Garry Ludlow, the Director of Snake Venom Production. With him was his Lead Snake Collector, Mr. Alex Spivey. Dr. Ludlow made the introductions and of course, when he got to Mr. Butterfly, he was interrupted as usual.

Dr. Garry Ludlow

Mr. Alex Spivey

“That is right Dr. Ludlow, it is just Mr. Butterfly.”, he said, eyelashes batting on cue, this time at Dr. Ludlow as he had observed that Alex already had eyes for Donnie and he was probably out of his league anyhow. But he was all about Dr. Ludlow. He just had to know what color this man’s pubic hair was immediately! His nearly white blond hair looked like spun sugar and his eyes were the palest blue. He wondered if the hairs on this man’s ass were like spun gold, or all white in the sunlight. Sigh! But he had to focus on, ugh, snakes! To say that each of the pairs hit it off was the understatement of all time! But the meeting continued…

After the introductions, Dr. Ludlow, who instructed everyone to call him Garry, offered a tour of the Reptile Park’s venom collection areas. So off they went. Here is what Dr. Ludlow said:

Snake venom is a highly developed form of saliva, injected by the snake into its victim through hollow, modified fangs. Wear and tear are heavy on the fangs, which are soon blunted or wrenched out in the struggles of prey animals (or when being milked). But fresh fangs are always held in reserve; each poised to move into position when required.

The base of a functioning fang, and often the first reserve fang behind it as well, is penetrated by a duct that leads from a large gland behind the eye. These glands- one on either side of the head - are modified salivary glands surrounded by muscle which, when contracted, forces the clear or yellowish venom along the venom ducts and down through the fangs, squirting out under pressure as if from a pair of hypodermic syringes. Venom may be injected with each of a possible series of consecutive bites. Interestingly however, venom is not always injected.

Unerring judgment and great dexterity are needed to obtain snake venoms from such dangerous species as the common tiger snake. Long fangs penetrate a latex membrane stretched over a glass beaker. The beaker collects the venom, which is desiccated under vacuum or freeze-dried.

After drying, the venom crystals are carefully scraped from the beakers for weighing and packaging. Trained staff who work with the venom in its various stages of processing, wear protective masks to avoid poisoning. Apart from the100 tiger snakes, which take turns being 'milked' during the Australian Reptile Park's daily public demonstrations, all snake venom extraction is done on a scheduled fortnightly basis.

Australian snake venoms are amongst the most powerful animal toxins known. Dried venom from a single tiger snake milking (top vial), which would be far more than enough to cause a human fatality, is compared with the accumulated venom from approximately 100 tiger snake milkings 300 brown snake milkings, and 100 black snake milkings.

An inventory of dried venoms from a wide assortment of native and non-native snake species is maintained at all times. The venom of each species is unique, consisting of a combination of complex proteins, which act on the prey or bite victim in various ways. In most dangerous Australian species, the most significant action of the venom lies in its effect upon the victim's nervous system, hindering the operation of muscles and causing paralysis that can lead to death from heart failure.

Other components present in the venoms of certain species act to destroy blood cells, to cause blood clots or excessive bleeding, or to destroy tissue. Typical early symptoms of bites, where significant envenomation has occurred, include severe headache, nausea, vomiting, confusion, temporary loss of consciousness, fast pulse and tender lymph nodes. Later signs of envenomation may include drooping eyelids, voice change, double vision, difficulty in swallowing and intense abdominal pain, which may be followed by the vomiting of blood.

Antivenoms are produced by the Commonwealth Serum Laboratories in Melbourne. Snake venom is forwarded from the Australian Reptile Park to the laboratories where, after being processed, it is injected into Percheron horses. Over 250 horses take part in the antivenom program, all living the life of luxury. They undergo minimal stress during the inoculation and extraction processes. Inoculation is quite harmless, and extraction is as simple as donating blood for humans. The horses are given increasing doses of venom over a period of time until they have built up sufficient antibodies to the venom. After this has occurred, antibodies are extracted from the blood, purified and reduced to a useable form.

The antivenoms taken from the horses are used to treat humans suffering from snake envenomation. Injected into the human bloodstream, the antibodies attack the venom, neutralizing its effects. The dose of antivenom given to a patient varies according to the species responsible for the bite and, when it can be ascertained, the amount of venom injected. The age and weight of the victim makes no difference to the dose of antivenom required in the treatment.

After the tour, they returned to Garry’s office. Alex said to Donnie with a twinkle in his eyes, “Would you like to see our venomous snakes?”

Excitedly Donnie said “Sure! That would be so cool!” So off they went, two little boys, off to play with their deadly snakes and Mr. Butterfly was left with Garry.

Garry gazed at Mr. Butterfly and said with concern, “You look like shit Mr. Butterfly.”

“Gee, is that what you say to all the boys you like?”

Garry chuckled at that and replied “No, sorry I mean you look like you haven’t slept a solid night this week.”

“That’s because I haven’t. I’m being troubled by horrible dreams and then I wake up in a cold sweat every night since I’ve been in Australia. It has been so bad, that yesterday I went to St. Vincent’s and saw a physician’s assistant. But he couldn’t find anything wrong with me.”

“Hmm. I’m sorry to hear that. Did you have one last night too?”

“Yup. I could hardly get up this morning. If it weren’t for Donnie bringing me some fruit I wouldn’t be here today.”

“I see. I’ll tell ya, I know a very old and wise man that might be able to help you. But it would be kind of an alternative medicine kind of thing. Are you open to that?”

“At this point, I’ll try anything because my only other option is to give up and go home.”

“Okay. He works here as a gardener. Come with me.” Garry stood and they left his office and headed for the grounds. They found him pruning in the kangaroo area. “Pangari, could you please come over here, there is somebody I would like for you to meet.”

Pangari

Pangari was an old Aborigine. Garry introduced him as a Shaman for his tribe. They sat on the grass in the shade of a large tree and Mr. Butterfly proceeded to tell him the problem. Pangari looked into his eyes, looked at his hands and arms, asked him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. Then he said his diagnosis was ready. They waited with baited breath.

“You are being poisoned young man, probably with the venom of a snake. It is someone close to you that travels with you always.”

Shock registered on Mr. Butterfly’s face. He said “It must be Donnie!”

Garry said “But how can this be? Snake poisoning must be given into the blood stream.”

Pangari replied “It is probably in your toothpaste young man. Look there first.”

“Oh my god, I feel faint!”, said Mr. Butterfly lying back onto the grass.

“Let me see your gums!”, said Garry and tried to open Mr. Butterfly’s mouth.

“Leave me alone!”, cried Mr. Butterfly rolling away from Garry.

Pangari said “They are bloody, I checked. Probably from the hemorrhagic effects of the snake toxin used.”

“Shit!”, said Garry. “What are we going to do?”

“Lets’ call the police and have Donnie arrested!”, suggested Mr. Butterfly.

“But what evidence do we have? A shaman’s word and your bloody gums? That’s hardly enough.”

“Let’s call St. Vincent’s and tell them to look for snake venom in their lab tests.”, suggested Mr. Butterfly.

“Great idea. Let’s go back to my office and do that.” So Mr. Butterfly and Garry went back to the office to make that call.

After that was done and it turned out that the lab had plenty of blood for the tests, Mr. Butterfly asked if he could be given antivenom for whatever he was poisoned with. “Well only if they find the specific species that the venom is from, if it is from one type of snake and if you got the entire venom and not just one protein. I’m afraid; you’ve already been dosed today if you’ve brushed your teeth. But the good news is that if you also brush your teeth at night, you’ll forgo that dose. So your dreams tonight should not be as bad as they have been on previous nights. You should probably purchase a new toothbrush and hide it from Donnie.”

“Somehow we are going to have to collect the toothpaste and toothbrush as evidence of the crime. The sooner the better. It would be best to have the police do it, but how can we get them to do it if we don’t have enough evidence and that is our evidence? It is like a Catch 22!”, said Mr. Butterfly.

“I hate to say it, but you are going to have to go back and live with him and pretend you know nothing about this until St. Vincent’s finds the venom in your blood. If it is a non-Australian species, it could take more than today and we might find out as late as tomorrow. He is an expert in the field and that makes it all more difficult.”

“I can’t do it!”

“You might have to.”

Just then, the boys returned. Donnie walked in and said “You guys talking about me?”

Credits:

Dr. Ludlow's research tour: Australia Reptile Park

Dr. Garry Ludlow: So Slowly

Mr. Alex Spivey: Roids N Rants

Friday Fantasy - Part 8, Devil Down Under

Mr. Butterfly was so incapacitated in the morning, that he felt he needed medical attention that very day. He was weak and shaky and had intermittent chills. But, trooper that he was, he packed and the boys checked out, ate breakfast and drove south for Melbourne and the airport. Flights for Sydney left every hour and Donnie and Mr. Butterfly bid farewell to Nicholas, who was stationed in Melbourne, and caught a Qantas flight for Sydney.

On their way there, Mr. Butterfly confided to Donnie that he wanted to stop and see a physician in Sydney before they checked into their hotel. Donnie looked a bit surprised but accepted it. One hour and 20 minutes later they landed in Sydney at around 2:20 pm.

They rented a car and got directions to St. Vincent’s Hospital, which was only 9 minutes away by car.

Of course that didn’t count on Sydney traffic. It really took closer to half an hour to get there.

They went to the emergency room entrance and Mr. Butterfly signed in. Sometime later he shown to an exam room by a grumpy looking Sister, given a cotton exam gown or johnnie that opens in the back and instructed to take off all of his street clothes and change into it.

Eventually a physician’s assistant, a sympathetic Mr. Mukergee, came in to talk with him. “Hello. I am Mr. Mukergee. I see here that even though you hold a doctorate in Lepidoptera you prefer to be called Mr. Butterfly.”

Mr. Mukergee was so attractive with his huge brown eyes, pink soft lips and all of his facial piercings and his diamond stud earring that Mr. Butterfly could not help but flirt a little bit. “Oh yes, Mr. Butterfly will be quite sufficient.” It was all he could do not to wink at the man, but he did bat his eyelashes. He just couldn’t wait to be examined now!

“Interesting complaint. Intense bad dreams with sweating chills that began when you hit Australian soil. We have no endemic infections that would cause that. I don’t see anything in your medical history that would explain it either. Are you taking any psychotropic drugs Mr. Butterfly?”

“No.”

“Okay. Please describe these dreams to me Mr. Butterfly.”

“I would rather not, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, I see. Okay, then I will examine you now.”

First Mr. Mukergee took Mr. Butterfly’s blood pressure. “Hmm. That’s a little high.” But he just winked at Mr. Butterfly. Mr. Butterfly had the grace to blush. His body would not lie for him. After taking his oral temperature and finding it normal too, Mr. Mukergee took a little flashlight and peered into Mr. Butterfly’s eyes. Then the PA listened to his breathing. It was Mr. Butterfly's pleasure to breathe deeply for him. “Lie back please.” Mr. Mukergee palpated Mr. Butterfly’s organs and lymph nodes. There was no hiding the erection that had sprouted during this part of the exam. Feeling those gentle healing hands on him was a bit too much for Mr. Butterfly, especially when they neared his groin. The exam was over way too soon for Mr. Butterfly.

“Sit up please. You are as healthy as can be Mr. Butterfly. Well, we will test for the drugs anyhow. Not that we don’t trust you, but you may not be aware of what you are taking. I will take some tubes of your blood to test for pathogens and drugs. I don’t see any other findings to explain your symptoms at this time unfortunately. I am sorry.” With that, he pulled out numerous empty tubes for blood collection and a butterfly syringe and tubing. He expertly drew blood from Mr. Butterfly’s arm, enough to fill 5 collection tubes and had them sent to the lab. “Please provide us with the address and phone number where you will be staying while you are in Australia Mr. Butterfly and we will let you know the results.” With that he removed the gloves.

“I will. Thank you Mr. Mukergee.” They shook hands.

Mr. Butterfly left the treatment area and joined Donnie in the waiting area. “So, did he know what was wrong with you?”

“No, but they are running a drug panel. But I haven’t done any drugs, so they are stumped. I just feel fucked.”

“Hang in there. You’ll be okay.”, said Donnie, trying to cheer Mr. Butterfly up. He gave him a little pat on the back too. They both got back into the rental car and drove north on the F 3 towards the hotel. But first, they crossed the famous Harbor Bridge, from which they could see the Opera House.

They really were going to have to spend some time here on their way back. Sydney was like a picture post card of a holiday destination in that it was so clean, bright and shiny with picturesque views abounding in every direction. They drove on. Following the directions given by the hotel, they found it with no problem.

The Wombat Bed & Breakfast: a lovely choice. They checked in and surveyed their suite.

They had a lovely dinner at a nearby fish place and then went to bed early. Mr. Butterfly read his book, hoping not to fall asleep again and have horrible dreams. Maybe he’d dream about Mr. Mukergee. That would be wonderful. So he was in bed and at some point he did fall asleep and he began to dream.

In the dream he was in the exam room with a naked Mr. Mukergee and he was wearing the cotton exam gown that opened in the back. “Lie back said Mr. Mukergee” So he did. Then Mr. Mukergee palpated his body as he had in the exam. But when he found his erection he said “What is this here? We shall have to deal with this!” He pulled up the gown and began to suck and lick the young explorer’s cock. Then he took the entire member into his mouth while looking up into the young explorer’s eyes. The young explorer was in heaven. This dream wasn’t so bad. “Roll over; we have to take your temperature now.” So the young explorer did. The exam gown naturally opened in the back and he felt a smallish dildo being shoved gently up his ass. “Back onto your front now”, said Mukergee. Next, Mr. Mukergee got up onto the exam table with the young explorer and straddled him, placing the young explorer’s now condom covered erection so that it pointed at his anus. Slowly, he inserted it. This felt really good to the young explorer. Then Mr. Mukergee began to rise and fall slowly on Mr. Butterfly’s erection. Mr. Butterfly moved his hips in time with Mukergee.

This dream was a welcome change from the previous. They continued to make love and Mr. Butterfly felt he was getting close. The combination of his erection being stimulated by Mukergee’s tight butt and the dildo bearing down on his prostate was too much pleasure to bear!

Suddenly, Donnie and Nicholas appeared from behind a curtain and pulled Mr. Mukergee off of Mr. Butterfly. “Mr. Mukergee!”, yelled Nicholas. “What is your diagnosis of this man?”

“There is an erectile mass in the pelvis Dr. Throckmorton.”

“How do we deal with masses Mr. Mukergee?”

“We surgically excise them Dr. Throckmorton.”

“Please proceed then.”

Mr. Mukergee was dressed in full sterile surgical gear and was brandishing a scalpel. Mr. Butterfly screamed in horror. Unexpectedly, his arms and legs were tied to the exam table and he could not move. Mr. Mukergee was getting closer…

Then he woke up. He was in a full cold sweat again and had to change the sheets. It was around 3:00 am. What was he going to do? Should he fly home? He was getting desperate. But he went back to sleep; there was nothing he could do tonight.

Photo credit Mr. Mukergee: So Slowly