Fucking Marcel felt really good for me. He was already very sensitive from what Albert did to him. Being attacked from the front and back took a massive toll on Marcel. I could tell from all of his moans and groans. He had came already and was clenching down on me real tight. I was a virgin so it did not last long. It was probably only a minute, but that was just enough for Marcel to cum again from just his ass. The clench up was too much for me and I could not hold it back. I blew my load as deep in his ass as I possibly could. I pulled out and sighed. Marcel's face was on the floor. It was a complete mess from all the sweat, snot, tears and drool. His ass was up in the air and the cum began to leak out of him. The black haired thug was still knocked out. I took out a new syringe and filled it with the yellow drug. I gave him the third dose. As it pressed into his shoulder, the drug flowed in his muscle. I went over to Marcel. It was time to handcuff him to the bed. With Albert, I picked him up and carried him to a dark alley a few blocks away from the motel. Whatever happened now was not my concern.
Returning to the room, it was just me and Marcel. He had passed out from all of the exertion that he had been through. It was time to clean him up with a wet washcloth and bucket. I sighed out loud. All of the fluids made this a tedious task. I had to get him dressed and watch him. He was my experiment after all. When I finally was done cleaning, I put everything away. Now it was just a matter of waiting the next two weeks for the drugs to run their course through his body. If my calculations were correct, he would have three egg days in a row before pausing. It meant six eggs in a week. With two doses in his system, that meant that there would be a massive twelve eggs in total. There was nothing that I had to do in particular. I had money and could always get more. He was going to lay eggs and so was I. That meant that I could go get lots of money from Old Kipler when I wanted to pay for something that I needed. Marcel woke up in the morning the next day. I looked at him. He looked at me. "That shit wasn't a dream?" he asked me weakly. "How does your ass feel?" I asked back. He groaned.
I was looking out for him. In the afternoon he looked down at his stomach. "Oh no." Marcel said, panic seeping into his voice. "It's fine. You just need to focus on your abs and push it out of your ass." I instructed. He just looked at me and said "I can't believe you did this to me. You made me a fucking freak!" His face was set in a snarl. I did not care. When he realized this fact he began to push. Luckily, he was fit. With one push, he got it down to his hips. From there, he got it to his asshole. I could see it crown as I sat between his legs. "This is fucking easy. All of those pussies are whining for nothing." he smirked as he gave the final push. The egg came out. "That was so easy because you are so fit. I bet you could do 50 sit ups and crunches without breaking a sweat. Most layers are too soft for that." I explained. "You fucking know it! I don't play around." he said cockily. At least we were building a rapport now. Since he was my prisoner, I still had to feed him. I got him some cheap soup from the nearest market. I did not need him using a sharp knife or fork on me. The next day was very similar.
