"Tell me exactly *how* you got yourself into this mess, Malucci,"
ordered Luka, looking sternly at the younger man.

"Well, I sort of had a bet with this fic writer," said Dave, blushing
furiously. "Look, I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, you promised
you'd help me out, right?"

"That was before I realized exactly what was required," snapped Luka.

"Yeah Malucci," added Carter. "Just cause you couldn't keep your mouth
shut, doesn't mean the rest of us have to suffer."

"Who said anything about suffering?" asked Dave. "C'mon guys, you
don't know what she's gonna do to me if we don't do it. I mean she's a
slave driver. First she got me digging this basement for her, and let me
tell you, you *don't* want to know what sort of stuff she was putting
into it. After that I had to dig out a swimming pool for one of her
friends. And I overheard her on the phone to some chicks called Kelley
and Sarah and I'm not even gonna say what she was gonna have me do for
*them*! I'm telling you, she's completely nuts. I don't know what she's
gonna do to me if we don't do this."

Luka looked at the bundle of Index cards in his hand. "I find myself
agreeing with you...anyone who could think up all of these instructions
has got to be a little bit...strange."

Carter took a handful of cards and started reading. "Yeah, I mean, I
don't even know if some of these positions are possible. You know I've
got a bad back."

"Didn't stop you letting Abby climb all over you when you broke into my
apartment," muttered Luka.

Carter glared at him. Dave quickly interrupted. "Look, are you two
gonna help me out or not. I mean, I'll be totally in your debt if you
do." He looked at them pleadingly.

Luka rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. But you will owe us large time for
this favor."

"Big-time," muttered Carter. He caught Luka glaring at him and added
hastily, "Yeah sure, I'm in."

Dave breathed a sigh of relief as he took the cards from Luka and
Carter. "Okay then, first thing is, we've got to get undressed."

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"Okay," said Dave, when all three were standing there naked. "There's
a box of stuff..." He looked quickly round the room and saw it
standing in a corner. "There, that should be full of all the stuff we'll
need."

He and Luka pulled the heavy box into the center of the room and opened
it.

"Your fic writer is obviously planning on keeping us here for a
substantial period of time," commented Luka, dryly. "That is, judging by the
amount of food she has provided us with."

"Yeah," added Carter, as he started pulling out items. "There's
chocolate mousse, bunches of grapes, whipped cream in a can. Loads of
stuff." He rummaged a bit further in the box and then said with a puzzled
expression on his face, "But she seems to have forgotten to put in any
plates or spoons. What are we supposed to eat off of."

Dave started to blush. Luka tried to stop from smiling as he said,
"Isn't that obvious?" he asked, indicating the three of them. "I see
three fine plates in this very room."

Carter blushed as well as the implication hit him. He quickly dropped
the carton of custard, which he had been holding.

Luka sighed, "I suppose that we had better get started. Did your fic
writer say what order we were to do these in?"

Dave shook his head. "Nah, guess we can just pick one at random."

Luka picked up the cards and fanned them out so that the blank side was
facing away from Dave. "Pick a card," he said ominously. "Any card."

Dave bit his lip nervously...his hand hovered over the bunch of cards
for a few seconds before darting down and pulling one out. He read it
slowly first, then reread it. "Oh boy!" he said finally.

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To be continued.

Previously on ER
Dave got himself into a 'situation' with a fic writer, and was forced
to persuade Luka and Carter to help him out by indulging in a threesome.
(hey, I said it was porn *without* plot, okay )

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Luka picked up the cards and fanned them out so that the blank side was
facing away from Dave. "Pick a card," he said ominously. "Any card."

Dave bit his lip nervously...his hand hovered over the bunch of cards
for a few seconds before darting down and pulling one out. He read it
slowly first, then reread it. "Oh boy!" he said finally.

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"Okay, Dave," said Luka, smirking as he read the card. "Onto the bed."

"Oh man," muttered Dave, as he climbed onto the bed. Rolling onto his
back, he tucked his hands behind his head.

"Come and get me guys," he said, resignedly.

"What do we need?" asked Carter, looking over Luka's shoulder at the
card.

Luka grinned evilly. "We start with that can of whipped cream."

Carter rummaged in the box. His eyes widened at the sight of some of
the 'props' near the bottom of the container, but he refrained from
commenting and simply pulled out the aerosol can of whipped cream. "Okay,"
he said, holding it out to Luka.

To Carters surprise, Luka backed away, saying, "Oh no, Carter...you got
the cream, now you have to use it."

Muttering unsavory comments under his breath, Carter moved towards the
bed. He considered arguing the point with Luka, but then figured that
Luka would have his share of 'tasks' as well.

"Okay, you are to," Luka frowned as he tried to decipher the scrawled
writing on the card. "Saddle Dave?"

"Wait a minute," yelped Dave. "I didn't see anything about *that* on
the card!"

"You must have just seen the words 'whipped cream'," snickered Carter.
He snatched the card from Luka and read it. With a condescending air,
he said, "It says 'straddle'...it means I'm to sit astride him."
Handing the card back to Luka, Carter climbed on the bed. "Like this," he
said, kneeling astride Dave's legs.

"Honestly, your 'friends' writing is the worst I've ever seen," said
Luka. "Is she a doctor?"

"No," said Dave, a little gloomily. "She's an accountant...and you
know how crazy *they* are."

Luka shuddered involuntarily.

Carter started shaking the canister of cream. Following Luka's
instructions, he started laying out a design on Dave's chest...a smiley face,
with cream blobs on Dave's nipples to simulate the eyes. It was
difficult to get the lines nice and neat, because Dave kept moving under him.

"Malucci," snapped Carter, "*Try* and hold still!"

"You're tickling me," said Dave, trying not to laugh. It wasn't
easy...partly because of the sensation of the whipped cream...partly because
of the expression of concentration on Carter's face. "You don't need
to be such a perfectionist...I mean, you're gonna be licking it off me
in a few minutes anyway."

Carter dropped the canister. "Wait a minute," he yelped. "No
way...I'm not licking this stuff up."

"Didn't you read the card fully?" asked Luka, with mock innocence on
his face. "I thought you knew that that was what was required of you."

Dave scooped up a bit of cream on his finger and popped it in his
mouth. "It's good stuff...nice and sweet. What's the problem?"

Carter mumbled something that neither Dave nor Luka could hear.

"What was that?" asked Luka.

"I said," began Carter, a dull blush spreading over his face. "That
I'm allergic to this type of cream. If I eat it, then my lips and tongue
will start swelling as soon as they come in contact with it and I'll
come out in hives. You'll have to do it, Luka."

Dave had picked up the canister and was examining it idly. "You're
saying that if this cream hits any part of your anatomy then it'll swell
up like crazy?" he asked in a carefully off-hand manner.

"Yes," replied Carter, without thinking. Then he saw the evil grin on
Dave's face and the way he was taking aim. "No!" he yelped, scrambling
off the bed, his hands clutched protectively over his groin.

"Aw come on, man. Don't be such a chicken," said Dave. He waved the
canister menacingly.

Luka rolled his eyes, and deftly took it from Dave's grasp. "I think
that that would be most inadvisable, *Doctor* Dave," he said. His tone
was serious, but there was a smile on his face. "After all, I am sure
that your 'friend' would not appreciate us having to halt our 'tasks'
in order to treat Doctor Carter for a severe allergic reaction."

"Yeah, guess so," replied Dave. "So what do we do now? Guess I'll
have to wash this stuff off." He started to sit up on the bed, only for
Luka to push him back down.

"I don't think so," replied Luka, as he gracefully climbed on top of
Dave. Glancing over at Carter, he said "Watch and learn," before dipping
his head to Dave's chest.

"Holy shit!" gasped Dave, as Luka's mouth closed over his nipple. That
was the last coherent thing he said for several minutes.

Carter watched with interest as Luka used his hands and mouth to clear
Dave's upper body of all traces of cream. Luka even managed to give a
running commentary on exactly what nerves and muscles he was
stimulating. From the moans and groans that were coming from Dave, this was one
lesson in anatomy that he was not going to forget any time soon. The
whole scene was making Carter curse his allergy...but then he
brightened...after all, there were plenty of other lickable things in the
box...the only question was, did he want to be the licker or the lickee...but
hey, there was plenty of time for him to be *both*.

Dave's cock was almost fully erect by the time Luka had cleaned his
chest. The Croatian brushed his hand idly over it and smiled as he said,
"It seems a pity to let this go to waste...I am sure that I saw a task
that would be just *perfect* to deal with it."

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To be continued