The Invisible Iguana
(a.k.a Richards' Law of Destructive Interference)

In the darkness of his room, Alex Richards braced himself for the most important experiment he had ever performed in his life.  He had time to himself after skipping lunch the third day in a row, which made people tell him that he was turning irascible without his daily calorie intake.  He told them precisely where to shove that calorie intake before heading back to his lab well enough to be left alone during work hours.  At work he practiced designing new chemicals.  At home he scrawled out new theorems, working both sides of the chemical equation.  For six months nothing was working out.
He sat in his classroom dealing between four different beakers containing separate chemical compounds, all of which were now in front of him kept separate on each of their own stands, on a desk at the far back of the room in eternal darkness.  The blinds were all closed and the lights were now completely off, despite it being around 5:40 in the afternoon.  Each of the beakers contained the following from right to left.
An unknown rock sample slowly deteriorating, a gaseous substance capped up to prevent escape, a liquid stewing into a dark oily mixture, and lastly a clear metallic sample sitting gently by itself.  The iguana muttered to himself, somewhat around his 40s with jowls peaked below his chin like sallow cheeks, eyes frantically darting around searching from one scrawling to another.  His labcoat smeared in odd chemicals that were mostly harmless.
	"Now, destructive interference I know is the key so if I can just create the right circumstances to cause that towards light, rather than noise itself, I can...wait...what if it's dark, what if there is no light, then it wouldn't-no no NO!  I need something that's all PURE interference, every single matter of any refraction caused by simple absorption of photon particles it has to be!  God...no, he has no place in this domain, he can fuck off with light, no need for light until I can bend it to its will like Suzy Hofstadter's legs...uuugh."
Shuddering with repulse as he put his bifocals down over his eyes again, he swiftly began pouring a small dosage of some luminescent liquid over the rock cautiously testing it.  He noted down whatever results came as he kept lights shining down upon them, making sure to note when and if any of them changed in their properties.  The most significant change he had seen was when the water darkened, that was the best day for him as he kept it purest black, a true darkness he had not seen ever in his career, yet he knew it was just simply water.  
	"Ferromagnetic minerals," said the iguana, "mostly poisonous when inhaled, need to make sure I make something that does not inhale, no gaseous mixtures needed, too particle-based, easy to dispel by the wind.  Hhhhhh dammit...dammit dammit DAMMIT I have this, I just know I have this all I want is to feel that last equation pop into my head DAMMIT MAXWELL WHY MUST YOU MAKE THIS SO HARD FOR ME?!"

He punched his fist onto the scrawled piece of paper written "Maxwell's Equations" following a long series of complicated ventures.  Various names such as Planck, Rayleigh-Jeans and other noted dignitaries of science all dwindled down towards his name at the very bottom.  Richards' Law.  Left intentionally blank for the time being.  He pushed his head upon it at the irony considering as the rock-holding beakers slowly began sizzling something harshly.  The rock had begun to turn black, as Alex swiftly brought out a neutralising chemical from his row of vials marked by memory before pouring it onto the rock, watching it simply crystallise into a refracting element.  The harsh rocky structure of impermeable geography began fading away before his eyes, but not quite disintegrating as he-
	"RICHARDS!"
The door flung open as light poured in harshly from the outside world, the iguana turning hard fast in his seat to see a herculean shadow stand prominently at the door, horns rising like the devil.
	"WH-WHAT, CLOSE THE DOOR DAMMIT!"
	"The hell are you doing in here with the lights off?!"
	"Saving electricity, class is over after all!"
	"You don't give a damn about that."
	"NO NO DON'T!"
Immediately Richards swung into action by grabbing a thick black cloak and permeating it over his entire workplace, a cloak so darkened by its design that light simply could not pass through.  It was also incredibly heavy and something he stole from a shipyard for sensitive materials, the light returning back to the classroom revealing the entire place.  Two rows of mostly-clean desks once used by students with the odd stain here and there of something off-colour, the shadow in the doorway revealed to be a hefty-looking muscular triceratops of teal skin with a muscular gut barely contained in shorts and a vest.
	"Hmph...what smells like urine, you piss yourself?!"
	"It's called ammonia, which is ALSO a part of urine but that is not what you are smelling right now!  What do you want?!"
	"Headmaster wants you, says he wants to...discuss yer tenure, if you know whut I mean."
	"...but...b-but we agreed I had five months left!"
	"Well yanno what, that's what happens if you become a liability."
	"I AM NOT A LIABILITY YOU CHOWDERHEAD!"
	"Pfft, chowderhead?  Look who's talking waddlecheeks."
	"THESE are NATURAL!" roared Alex pointing at his jowls.  "They are subtympanic shields!"
	"Yeah?" said the lone shadow leaning at the doorframe.  "So's my pecs, because I actually work on 'em for a living."
	"Surprised you even get past two syllables," he murmured darkly, "lantern-jawed flathead."
	"Whut was that?"
Turning as he saw the triceratops approach, whistle dangling from his neck as he stared down upon the rather frail-looking iguana.  His dewlap wattled slightly in defiance against the 6'8'' saurian with horns glinting above his more regular 5'10'', claiming:
	"I SAID...you are a-DUUF!"

One shove slammed him against the desk as the trike grabbed him by the dewlap painfully, hoisting him up slightly to be off his feet before breathing at his face.
	"Don't push it Richards, you're a geek an' that's all you'll ever be so why don't you head on home after seeing the headmaster an' just settle in neckin' with some beaker you hug at night?"
	"NNNGH, y-you...p-put me down, put me down NOW Jerry!"
	"Sure."
Dropping him unceremoniously onto the floor, Jerry walked off with a smirk on his lips as Alex got up before stroking his dewlap, gingerly gasping from soreness before looking at his experiment still working away.  The brutish triceratops chuckled at him from his great height, saying:
	"All that foolin' around of yers just finally caught up with ya Richards.  No way outta this one."
	"You don't know what he wants with me, don't you have someone to lose to in a poker game somewhere!?"
	"Pfft, that's cute, you can't even win at poker, you got no face fer it."
	"At least I know how to count the DAMN CARDS you cretinous oaf!"
	"Big words don't mean much from somebody too chicken to even play me at it."
	"No, too SMART to play you at it, I will not rely on luck and statistics to give me my money for the night!"
	"Funny, cuz both those things are the only reason you haven't been fired yet.  Seriously, the shit you've done to this place, at least my students walk out the class keeping their skin intact on 'em."
	"As opposed to dignity that they lose from you."
Slamming the door behind him hard enough to make everything rattle off in the classroom, the P.E teacher didn't hear the last comment as Richards stayed in the bright classroom.  He had time still, just needed to meet with the headmaster and take his results home.  Brushing himself off, the iguana wrote a note upon the sheet and taped it down firmly with scotch tape saying:

	Please Do Not Disturb Experiment
	Very Photosensitive, Do Not Expose To Any Light
	Must Be Covered At All Times Or Left In Complete Darkness

With that note given since he knew the cleaning staff would come in at some point, he walked out of his class with the key to lock the door firmly before making his way towards the head office.  Trinity College was a rather modest place, the second-oldest institution in Connecticut after Yale itself which Richards despised in every way and always appreciated being part of this college as a way of one-upping them.  A 100-acre campus overlooking the southwest of the capital of the state, the city of Hartford.
But today he would be truly noted as a legend of this state, a man of the college and a greater lord of science.  He was giving such a fistbump to himself he did not notice the entire journey across campus to the headmaster's office.  The Long Walk between the three major buildings known as Jarvis, Northam and Seabury giving grand stature to the institution, with its sprawling green lawn and picturesque view of the Zion Hill Cemetery in the north, and the Hartford Hospital to the northeast which was the first hospital of the city.  Richards always thought the locations seemed rather odd to be so near each other.
He tenderly knocked on the door as the sunset filtered in from the outside world making him feel the need to make swift haste towards his project, finishing it up soon hopefully tonight.  The voice of a woman came through from behind the glass-paned singular wooden door marked "Miles Skilton, Headmaster of Trinity".
	"Come in?"
The iguana entered to see a small waiting room coloured green above brown wood skirting boards and seats, with desk austerely mute containing one single typewriter and a bespectacled snake peering above the keypads.  Her horn-rimmed glasses did not help her look any younger as her slender neck poked up towards the visitor.  The door past her to her right was where the true boss now waited.
	"Mmmmyou are here to see Mr. Skilton?"
	"Yes," said Richards, "he is expecting me."
	"One mmmoment."
She pressed a buzzer on her desk by her left hand before saying:
	"Dr. Richards is here to see you mmmsir."
	"Very good," said the voice on the buzzer, "send him in."

The secretary nodded calmly before resuming her work, typing away as Alex stepped into the next office, seeing the intimidating posture of his superior framed against the sunset.  Skilton was a tall and impressively lithe figure, with some husk upon his waist whilst hitting around 50, with long snout and flickering tongue blithely sniffing the air as komodos are wont to do.  His suit was immaculately grey with white underneath, a smooth red tie showing with his tail stretched out behind the desk between them, a brobdignagian thing of superb carving somewhat reminiscent of a Germanic fireplace for its wreathed in oaken vines carved into the woodwork.
He said nothing for at least two minutes watching Richards sweat it out softly, giving him quite the nervous disposition in order to weaken stance.  Two bookcases on either side, one for business and one for pleasure, gave intimate details about this creature's life, mostly various tales of travel and a large amount of agricultural merits, including one laminated patent on crop rotation proudly displayed on the wall, the very patent that made his name on the map on institutions across American education.
The sunset paled off on his suit, his voice sounding like what Mr. Faust had sounded in a play Richards once saw, dark but tenderly brimming with power.  His coat rack remained well-covered in the far left corner of the room like a bodyguard as he stared into the sunset, silhouette like a shadow before the dawn.
	"I won't keep you waiting," he lied, "but I have some news for you."
	"...hhmph, yes sir?"
	"...we are going to have to...relinquish your tenure."
	"Wh-...wh-what?!  You can't be serious, we signed out a form!"
	"A form that, so long as nothing upsets your balance at our institution, would remain untouched, but unfortunately...some things have occurred, haven't they?"
	"What things!?  What have I done to upset you now, I am the best scientist in this damn place!"
	"I won't argue that your merits are impressive...but you are also a reckless person."
	"That's simply enthusiasm, you can't be dull and cautious when dealing with science, you have to have some THRILL in you!"
	"I find dull and cautious to be quite safe, rather than you giving scarred hands towards three of our students."
	"Oh...you can't be serious."
Miles walked his way around the office desk slowly with claws clicking on smooth carpet, green and deep as he stared down upon Richards on a 6'4'' height.
	"Do you think...that I am ever not serious?  You are a reckless liability, you have caused three of our students, highly paid students, to be burned all down their arms and even then before that you have some mitigating issues concerning conduct."
	"First of all," argued Richards, "those three pupils you love so much for their money are irritable trust-fundies whose fathers can gladly buy them a few new arms after foolishly jerking around with beakers DESPITE my repeated warnings!  It's not my fault they can't be bothered to learn pursuits that don't involve green paper!"
	"And as for the other conduct?"
	"Second of all Gunnersson is an oaf, he's a brute and a halfwit who can't tell his ass from his elbow!"
	"But he is one of our finest teachers and has a very clear understanding of what to do in his occupation.  Nor has he ever injured a student on my school campus."
	"Oh but of course, you expect an Atlas like him to not use those muscles to intimidate his little weaklings on keeping quiet?!  You think you know everything about this school and all its dealings, you can't even remember the janitors' names!"
	"I do not deal with the janitors because they never cross me and do their job correctly, unlike you Richards.  For that reason, after numerous incidents I will terminate your policies and your funding which shall be put towards some better purpose...like fitness."
	"You...y-you...WHAT?!"

His roar of dissent shook the door slightly but not Skilton, who simply walked away off back to his desk before slowly sitting down upon his chair, giving no concern to his outraged subordinate.
	"Are you telling me you're giving my funding to that ignorant THUG!?"
	"You are hardly in a position to be calling him a thug.  At least he wasn't arrested for gross misconduct."
	"THAT WAS A MISTAKE!"
	"A mistake that made local news and gave a great sham of a circus to our institution!  What were you thinking with that apparatus, that poor Collins boy looked like a harem slave by the end of it!"
	"I said I would never name him, that wasn't my fault!  He asked for me, willingly in order to get free credit, he was purely interested in a scientific manner!"
	"That's not what he told me you pervert."
	"I am NOT a pervert, he was frightened and intimidated to speak out against me and I know why!"
	"Don't think I haven't heard the rumours about you and your...fascination with the male body."
	"OH, so you hear all about ME but not all the 'economics' that our beloved Jerry's so comfortable with, you know what HE'S up to?!  I know why Collins told you that, it's Gunnersson, he's trying to slander me, you don't even know HALF of what he's done to his own students!"
	"He does not need much help, your accusations against him have less evidence than those upon you, so unless you actually have any claims as to how uncouth that Gunnersson is I will keep him as my best fitness instructor because he brings out the best in his students.  Your students however always have the worst brought out by shame or improper conduct and that is why your due tenure shall be terminated."
	"I DID NOT STAY HERE FOR SIX YEARS JUST SO I'D BECOME HUMILIATED BY A WALKING CLOTHES HANGER!"
	"ENOUGH!"
Stomping two fists of long claws into his desk, the komodo stared deeply at the iguana whose throat wattled trembling with panic.  The voice was scary enough that the secretary whimpered from outside.
	"You are to no longer teach in this place Alex, close all your classes and have them redirected towards Mr. Sanders over in Jarvis building.  You may finish whatever work you have with what money you have left but I will see you out by the end of this Thursday or else...I shall see you disbarred from the entire state of Connecticut so God help me.  Now...you are dismissed.  DON'T come back to me again."
He went back to working as he began writing on various papers relating to the finances of Trinity before seeing Alex leave with a frustrated huff.  He stomped his way out past the secretary and well off into the hallway before he ranted away at himself, punching every single thing that was punchable without hurting his hand.  Lockers, windows, none of which smashed but certainly thudded hard enough to make him worry slightly.  Then stop caring and simply try to punch harder at one door, beating his fist and kicking away at a supply closet between stairwells.
	"Trouble opening closet?"

A mild voice of slow pace and slavic origins greeted him from behind after two minutes of fistbanging against wood, turning round to see a familiar face.  The school janitor, or at least one of them, was a smooth-snouted gila monster at around 5'7'' with orange bands and black spots alternating with orange spots upon black bands.  His claws gripped at a mop in his hands, wearing a flatcap and rather ragged-looking grey coat much larger than his body which was clearly not standard issue but very clean.  He softly pushed Richards out the way as he elbowed just above the lock, before turning the handle as it opened by magic.
	"Lock is...rusty, need a good shove to dislodge."
	"Ah...um...th-thank you, I...maybe forgot what I was needing."
	"Angry at...headmaster?"
	"...how do you know?"
	"Headmaster only one that make you punch things, Dr. Richards.  Trust me, I know."
	"Hahah...ahhhh...yes um...I've been in a spot of trouble."
	"Again?"
	"Look just-...never mind I'll let you get on with work Antoni."
	"Ohhh yes, Dr. Richards?  I notice new thing in class while cleaning."
	"My class?"
	"Yes, your experiment, is um...jak mówisz...fluorescencja."
	"Ah fluoresc...yes, fluorescence."
	"Sense, sense, yes, it is fluorescence?"
	"Actually it's more of an ANTI-fluorescent chemical I am...experimenting with, something that can render things less...visible."
	"Ahhh...for what?"
	"Just the potential, see if I can do something, I feel I've almost cracked it but...need the right idea."
	"Is just...rock is not correct pH."
	"What?"
	"Rock, that thing in glass, not correct pH, bad smell, very shiny, was how I noticed."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Smell like um...piss."
	"Oh, that's just ammonia."
	"Ohhh no.  Ammonia bad pH, need to adjust or else it...not stable."
	"Really?  ...are you certain of that?"
	"Yes, pH important, remember farming school back in Poznań, where I learn farming technique."
	"Ohhhh yes, I remember.  We talked on um...um...what was that thing you were talking of-"
	"Plant communities, yes, we speak pH stuff!"
	"I remember, you mentioned low pH was best for potatoes right, within the five-range?"
	"Yes, very important farming, make crops grow in unison so make good harvest."
	"I remember now, could have used something like that in the dust bowl."
	"Bible belt full of idiots, too stupid to understand more than one plant, how they going to understand plant COMMUNITY?"
	"HAH, hmhmgood, tha-that's good you...hmm..."
	"Yes?"
Alex looked at Antoni who smiled softly up at him, black beady eyes hiding beneath a crummy cap flatter than a pancake, moth-eaten but not caring.  He tenderly rubbed at his own arm softly sighing as he asked him:
	"You say you went to school back in the old country...but I thought farmers learnt things traditionally."
	"Was hard harvest," said the janitor, "lots of things happen, needed to learn scientific means for much better production.  Thought maybe go to school and learn."
	"So what made you leave and come to America?"
	"Uhhhh...just, you know, see new things, farm did good on its own so I thought, why not see land of opportunity and make good living?"
	"I see...and is this what you expected so far?"
	"Mmmm..."
The janitor simply shrugged nonchalantly, neither here nor there as Richards looked at him oddly.
	"Not bad, people whine too much but been here mostly eight year, came here seven year back, more than you have I think."
	"Really?  I thought you were here a much longer time."
	"Nah...well, weather nice this week, may sunbathe down by river, very warm nights."
	"That's good...hmph...I'm sure you catch plenty of the ladies looking at you?"
	"Ha ha ha, no no no I think no lady interested."
	"Don't say that, I'm sure they do."
	"Well what about you?"
	"...I feel this week may become worse for me."
	"Awww...do not worry, you are wild, crazy, always think of something new to fix things, remember pipe burst and you make supersolvent?"
	"Hmhm...I remember, on the same day so nobody missed out on showers...listen, I need to clear up my stuff and head home, I'll see you around Antoni."
	"Do widzenia!  Remember pH value!"
	"Thank you!"

Heading back to his office, he stepped in where indeed something shined a light at the back of the room.  He was about to prepare himself for what may be the last key of the experiment.  Sweeping off the cloak in total darkness, he noticed that the rock seemed to be almost working in its condition, but it was shining a strange reaction from the ammonia he placed it.
	"Need to reduce and stabilise it...something that can decrease the pH I need...wait."
Hurrying to his front desk he opened up on every drawer he could, perusing every category of item he had.  Most of them were usual papers as well as his suitcase for taking supplies to and fro but he had another drawer hidden within.  Something much more safe than others would be seeing as he softly undid a latch hidden within the back of one drawer, leaving another to open up and reveal his personal stash.  A personal supply of black-and-white photographs he took of various semi-nude males across the campus.  It was a personal hobby to while away the time.
It wasn't something he admitted doing nor ever would, and he struggled not to turn aroused by looking at them too often at the well-sculpted physical bodies he knew around the place, mostly all of them being in their 30s or older of other teachers as well as students in older years.  Of particular interest was a crocodilian police officer, with thick upper chest and sturdy legs that he managed to once peek from a window undressing.  A perfectly sculpted stud that made him whimper at the sight of, brushing his hand across the filmed physique.
	"N-no no, maybe later, maybe sooner than you think but not now...hhhhhh...one day Mackenzie, one day, now let me just..."
From the back of the drawer he pulled out a bottle well-sealed of stop bath solution, the chemical one would use for developing photographs as a fine blend of citric acid and sodium bisulfate.  It was the perfect alkaline solution for preserving photographs, as well as to combat acid solutions like the one his rock now steamed in.  He hurried over to the beaker and gently poured in the exact amount he had given of ammonia, watching the stop bath solution slowly cover over the rock's sheen of acerbic acid.
Eventually, something amazing happened.  The rock slowly began to disappear before his very eyes and yet not disintegrate seemingly.  No process of deterioration it seemed as he watched the substance cover the rock before a beaker became empty.  He gently picked up the empty beaker and shook it, hearing a very clear rattling around inside of it.  His eyes soon widened up into a blissful grin, as he had one part of his solution ready.  He gathered his things in a suitcase and headed home with his perfected experiment, leaving his note of "Do Not Disturb" on the sheet-covered experiment.

Behind the mind of every true scientist lay the whims of a mad mind.  Richards believed this out of sentimentality, wanting something romanticised about his occupation.  Not that recent stories did not help curb this of late what with the bucking trend of science fiction jumping up in novellas across the country.  Back at his home on Franklin Avenue, at least three blocks away from the college building, he began to perfect his solution in the small kitchen of his apartment, one of only three rooms in the entire place.
It wasn't easy trying to convert one's kitchen into a laboratory but he made do with what he had, converting most of his appliances into some form of experimental chamber for each and every one of his potential successes.  Aniline coating stewed away in a kettle on the oventop, constant radio wave transmissions screamed out from a naked radio at an inordinate pulse, transmitting through an oscillating fan directly into the kettle, and lastly the alkaline acid he had perfected today was being poured onto a block of graphite oxide, before being put into the oven to heat up together.
All he could do now was wait.  Wait, and hope that everything came out right.  He wringed his hands together as he looked all around him, the somewhat-modest home of a single table shoved to the wall and an oven with a sink and two cupboards on either side of it, with window above towards the alleyway.  He had been waiting for this moment for too long as he tapped his foot nervously.
	"Hokay...okay, just don't panic, just need to wait for the alkaline to heat up, excite itself, the graphite oxide will take care of the rest.  You can do this...almost near that perfect moment...then, soon they'll all pay for messing with me.  I know EXACTLY what I can give them and where to stick their tenure, then I'll make them feel like perverts the way they treated me, especially that GUNNERSSON!"
Slamming his fist onto the table, he quickly checked over towards the oven as he saw smoke start to rise.  This to him was the signal, as he quickly put on his oven mitts and pulled it out from the oven by a tray seeing the solution boiling away all around the graphite oxide block melting away.  The last part was almost ready, as he took a wooden box from his table where a bizarre set of three vials hooked to each other by tubes and a pump valve sat within.  He poured the alkaline-oxide mix into it carefully, then the aniline coating before finally blasting the radio-fan towards it.
His hands shook powerfully as he readied himself for the last jolt, the only thing he needed left was to hook the battery to it to further excite the molecules.  One good jolting blast as he hoisted up a gleaming car battery onto a nearby chair, not strong enough to pull it up on the table.  He braced himself to connect the electricity to the vials.  Any other person would call this insane, dangerous and possibly suicidal.  Dr. Richards however had seen greater potential.
	"HOPE THIS WORKS!" he shouted to boost himself up.  "Wish I had someone to record my last words before this new change...well then, for those who hear this, YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE!"
He connected the battery to the bubbling vials.  What happened next he could not remember.

Richards woke up, feeling the hard asphalt of the street on his hands beneath him.  His head was ringing fiercely, as a high-pitched whine filtered off from his ears whilst vision slowly came back to him.  He could see the night streets, somehow outside laying down towards some small alley.  He groaned before he stood up slightly, trying to look over himself to see any damage.  His arms did not come up to greet him.  Neither could he see his feet.  Yet he could feel his arms somehow, knowing they were there and even managing to touch his face by an invisible hand.  A gasp of wonder came to him.
	"Wha...what...where am I?  Have I...have I really-no no wait, this is like that dream isn't it I'm not gonna be fooled again brain!"
He pinched himself on his subtympanal cheek to make sure, giving a wide grin.
	"NO, this is real!  THIS IS REAL!  Hoh...hoh I've done it!  I'VE DONE IT!  I'VE FINISHED THE PERFECT SOLUTION YES!"
His body was completely invisible to the point that not even he could see it.  His hands were simply air, his feet blending in with the ground and while he was most certainly aware of himself enough to know where everything was, he most definitely was not visible in the very slightest.  He looked up seeing a dark sky as well as his apartment building having smoke come out of it.  His apartment to be exact.
	"Oooof...I guess that battery was too high, maybe I should have started with radio batteries instead.  Awwww dammit the radio, I had two months payment on tha-wait, who cares I'm INVISIBLE, khhha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!  Ohhhh Maxwell you are never going to believe this if I had known you in person!  RICHARDS' LAW shall be complete!"
	"HEY, WHO'S THERE!?"
A gruff voice came deeply growling from the top of the alleyway, shining a light fast onto Richards in the centre of it.  At first he panicked putting a hand up to his face, only realising that nothing of him cast a shadow.  His body most certainly solid but its surface was too refractive by some unknown solvent that allowed light to simply dispel from it, photons breaking up upon entry to his body.  He understood why as he sniffed his hand to make sure he was not toxic.  He wasn't.  But the cop at the other end of the alleyway most certainly wasn't either.
The buff burly crocodilian at a height of 6'4'' was an impressive mark of the Highlands' breeding, a rippling green stud trapped within a blue tight suit and pants that did everything it could to hide his package.  Richards drooled slightly from the sight of the large-snouted beast, licking his lips slightly as he saw even his tongue was invisible.  The aniline coating really did get everywhere.
	"Ah know yer there, cummon oot!"
The iguana simply took off his clothes in front of the officer, grinning a huge big smile as his eyes shone brightly from invisible sight, seeing that his body had also been stained through by the invisible solution.  He felt his clothes had been torn up badly by the explosion, a miracle he survived frankly.  The cop shone his flashlight further down the alley as he saw hide nor hair of the invisible scientist, who now stood completely naked murmuring to himself:
	"Ohhhh Mackenzie...are you going to arrest me this time?  Hmhmhm, I think not..."

Richards knew he could not be seen, standing in the middle of the backalley as he decided to play a little game.  The ideas of what he wanted to do to certain people already bubbled up beneath his surface, making him start to turn lewd as he grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the wall near the back.  The cop hurried in with club in one hand, ready for a fight as he turned a corner.
	"COME OOTA THERE!  ...yer nae gettin' away from me ya hooligan basturts, ah ken whurr ya hidin'!  Whut the-"
He spun round suddenly feeling a tug on his large 2-foot tail, swinging round as his belt suddenly fell apart to make his pants fall down.  In fact, he soon noticed that someone had stolen his belt swiftly from behind him when he tried to pull them back up unsuccessfully, exposing a very large bulge in a fine pair of light-blue boxers.  In the haste of pulling them back up, he had not noticed that his cuffs had gone missing.
	"Fuckin' brats, AHM GIVIN' YOU ON THUH COUNT OF THREE FER DISOBEYIN' A POLICE OFFICER!  ONE!  TWO!  THRE-GARH!"
His feet refused to move forwards, falling suddenly as he felt they had been tied up together tightly by the ankles rubbing up at each other, his arms pulled back before he had a chance to realise as he soon heard his cuffs slap on the wrists.  The cop Mackenzie looked around struggling to see the criminal, looking shocked all the more at no one being there.
	"YOU...BASTARDS LEMME OOT!  LEMME OOT AHL KILL YA!"
	"No you won't," said a deep voice murmuring to his ear.
	"WH-WHOSAT?!"
	"Just your new friend...you're way too pent up Mackenzie...maybe you want some form of relaxation, hmm?"
	"...ah dunno whut ye are or whut yer up to but this has gone far enough, uncuff me noo."
	"Ah ah ah...you didn't say the magic word officer, that's very rude of you."
	"Whu?!"
He was flipped over onto his front, his hands cuffed now underneath him as he felt a weight sit down on his front.  Yet he saw no one there and clearly he felt a straddling of legs upon his lower waist.  Then he saw his front tunic being unbuttoned straight before his very eyes, popping them from their holes as slowly his chest was exposed.  The strapping croc beast revealed his thickening chest, a heaving yellowish-green front that gave an audible shudder of bliss from the one before him, the voice deep and huskier whilst overcome with lust.
	"Ohhhh you are a beautiful monstrous thing aren't you?"
	"Wh-who are ye?!  Whut the fuck's going oan?!"
	"What's the matter?  Can't you see?"
	"A-ah can see ye!"
	"Hmph, no you can't, stop lying to me."
	"TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!  WHUT SHITE YOU PLAYIN' AT?!"
	"That wouldn't be fun now would it?"
	"You blow up Richards' place?!  Where is he?!"
	"Don't worry about him...worry about you instead."

He felt a tongue wetly slither across his front, shuddering with disgust as the invisible being felt him up slowly, hands placing up on his thick nipples before slowly something sucked on one of them.  He watched the stubby yellow nub disappear briefly, moans from someone unseen very audible in front of him as he groaned at the odd feeling.  It was odd enough to feel someone sucking on your beefed nipple but to not even see the person doing it felt even weirder.  By an unconscious sensation he felt himself start to rise from his boxers, the unknown assailant noticing.
	"Mmmmmmm...ohhhh you like that don't you?"
	"Fuckin' pervert, when ah git oot of this ahm rippin' yer baws off...if ah can even see ye."
	"Oooh so feisty...I guess that's why all the ladies love you hmmm?  Let's see..."
Gently pulling down the boxers, he saw a huge beastly cock befitting of a man of his stature.  A monstrous 8-incher thick as a soda bottle, swollen with balls as green as for tennis with a minute musky scent.  A big man, and a clean one too as a deep sniff came from down below, the feeling of air rushing back against his balls as a shuddering sigh came.
	"Ohhhh god you are so big...ohhh I'd love to ride this fat meat."
	"Nae chance fucker, thas' fer my wife only!"
	"Well...too bad she's not here then is she?"
A grin invisibly was made before seeing his cock just disappear slowly from the head, gasping as he knew all too well the feeling of a hot mouth on his dick.  He grunted trying not to feel aroused at it, hearing the noisy suckling of a male clearly enjoying himself with his cock in his throat.  He bucked once to startle him, choking him briefly with a gurgle but he simply kept sucking more.  Mackenzie got angrier and tried to buck harder with his feet tied up, not able to gain leverage enough to really choke the male unseen.  But he was very disturbed by his cock disappearing halfway into thin air into some warm, wet, otherplace.
Precum started spilling from the head, gulping into some unknown mouth as Mackenzie moaned unconsciously, the hot feeling of the throat making him throb gladly as he tried to lay back and let it be.  The sooner his assailant had been pleased the sooner he had a chance to break free and maybe find a way out of this uncomfortable situation.  Even if the mouth was disturbingly good at sucking his meat.
	"Hhhhhh...hhhhooohhhh...f-fuck this..."
	"Mmmmmhhhh...I've wanted this a long time Mackenzie...such a beautiful male you are."
	"Who...who are ye, really?  H-how are ye doin' this, this is devil's work ah tells ye, g-get off!"
	"Nothing you need to care about...not anyone."
He felt the position shift on his body feeling legs straddle his waist once more as he stared up towards nothing.  It was weird how he could see THROUGH something, even down to his cock but the moment it swallowed or consumed something, it just disappeared as soon he would find out, once he watched his cock slowly get worked into something hot and tight feeling.  Hearing a whimpering moan from whoever was now using his body to pleasure himself, the croc cop groaned as he shuddered hard to resist.

	"A-AAAH!"
	"NNNNRRGH!  F-fuckin' pervert, who do ye think ye are huh?!  Get offa me!"
	"N-not...yet-hoh...hoh god you're big...ohhhh yes...or would you rather I stuff your tight Scottish ass hmmm?"
	"Nnnnrrrrrrgh!  You come anywhere near mah arsehole an' ahll give you a thick ear."
	"Thicker...than this cock, no I...don't think you will-HOH gooood!"
Pushing down harder, the invisible tightness that swallowed his cock fully into its unseen crevice was amazing to feel, but at the same time felt weird and disturbing to Mackenzie watching helplessly.  Riding harder upon his waist, the strange weight panted hotly as he silently bit his lip and prayed softly.  This was definitely his punishment, it had to be, there was no other explanation for it.  An invisible being using his body for its own personal pleasure, and while the voice was certainly mortal he knew his eyes were being tricked somewhat.  He just wished he knew how.  With his cock now disappearing fully to leave nothing but his balls smacked up against the winking puckered rear he assumed from feeling the tight muscles, he felt a pound of fists on his chest that made his hips buck upwards.
	"AAANNGGH!  God...fuck me harder paddy boy."
	"That's Irish...you fuckin' freak!"
	"Mmmph...sorry, jocky, now the sooner you cum the sooner I'll leave you...I promise."
	"Ah dinnae...NNNGH...trust ye, whit are ye, some kinda demon?!"
	"I only want...to feel you, and that's it.  Nothing...else."
	"Mmmph..fuckin'...hhhh...hhhh...nae other choice ah got...you have yer fun an' leave me?"
	"Not a word to anyone else...I promise."
With a clear disadvantage on him, he simply bucked up into the invisible rider, gasps of bliss coming from the male as his hips did best as they could among the circumstances.  His arms and legs tied down made him unable to push up harder than he could, but it was enough as he kept bucking deeper into the tight hole of the assailant, hot small breathless moans coming from above him as he watched his cock slide out and resink back into nothingness.  He felt hands on his nipples, squeezing them tenderly as the moans came close, but not close enough for his snout to headbutt him.
But the climax wasn't coming quick enough and soon the invisible one stopped, picking up the long foot-long truncheon from the ground and placing it before Mackenzie.  To the cop it was his own stick being swung in the air by a ghost or something, feeling even more fretful about his faith as the voice said:
	"Lick it...suck it nice and wet for me."
	"Wh-why?!"
	"Humour me.  Now suck it, or else I'll use your police whistle and call everyone down to see what a disgrace you look."

Snarling at the ultimatum, the croc slowly slithered his huge broad tongue on the club tenderly, thick and heavy upon the wood whilst taking it in his mouth, sucking reluctantly as it soon became nice and wet.  He made sure it dripped eagerly down to the handle with his saliva, before the invisible one slowly stood up from his cock which reappeared, before lifting up his restrained legs and slowly inserting the club into his anal pucker, shivering beneath his huge tail.
	"NNNNGH!  H-HEY, HEY, DINNAE-NNNNRRRRGH!"
	"What's the matter?  You don't want to feel what I'm feeling?  Just so you get a good feel of cumming nice and hard up in me, officer."
	"MMMMMPH...hhhh...hhhh...filthy bastard, ahll have yer heid fer this."
	"No you won't, you don't even know what I look like."
	"Ah ken yer voice, ahll remember it clearly."
	"If you say so officer."
Pushing the club at least 7 inches in, he let the handle and strap stay out of it nicely twitching inside his pucker to make sure a good prostate stimulating was in order, sliding it in and out of him until he could coax the officer into climax.  The odd feeling he had never felt until this night certainly did not help, as much as he tried to resist when his meat soon began pouring over with freshening hot seed plentifully.  It was too late to stop it, the plentiful stimulation he had been given was just too great to resist, as Mackenzie's cock spurted juicy Scottish semen all over his bare chest, bucking his hips upwards with his back arched in a groan of displeasure.
Panting hungrily in his climax, he looked upon himself with a great distaste as the invisible one sneered unseen.
	"Hmph, couldn't even last long enough for me to ride you again.  Oh well...you look lovely like this though.  Wish I had my camera for this."
	"You...arsehole...bastard."
	"Hmhmhmhm, oh well.  I guess my fun with you is done so let's just bring your friends around to see you."
	"W-wait, whut?!  You said-"
	"I didn't say it WOULDN'T do it entirely.  I just said I wouldn't do it back then."
Picking up the police whistle from the discarded pants, the silver item suddenly filled with air and a shrieking pierce echoed across the alleyway alerting every officer within at least a 200-yard radius.  The whistle was soon dropped on the floor as the sounds of someone running out the alleyway faded from Mackenzie's hearing.  Grunting with deepful shame and malice, he could only lay on the asphalt waiting for the eventual unerring sight and derision of his fellow colleagues, tied up by arms and legs with a stick up his ass and his cum all over himself.
	"F-fuck...fuck's sake...shouldnae have skipped church, fuckin' devil's come to get me, serves me right fer it...if ah see hide nor hair of 'im again ahll give 'im hell fer real."

Giggling with manic glee around two blocks away was Richards invisible still, naked to the early spring breeze not that anyone knew as he skipped and spun his way through the streets.  Seeing people around him walking back and forth, occasional shops open and no one noticing him.  He eagerly flashed his hard cock at everyone within distance but none would have saw him.  It was incredibly freeing, almost too freeing for him as he made his way up towards the Trinity College, hopeful for his true plan to commence.
	"It's PERFECT, it's absolutely perfect!  The right balance of electromagnetic interference, low-fluorescent qualities and a non-permeable solution!  It's just BRILLIANT I can't believe this!  And to think I even survived that explosion somehow and it all just clicked together on my body...I can get away with anything...any single thing and no one would ever know.  Not a single person...I could expose so many people...and so many things...hmhmhmhahaha..."
He allowed himself a dark cackling before making his way towards the college, knowing that people would still be working there including the one he wanted to see personally.  Mackenzie was a lucky break, the cop he had known from previous incidents owing to his former arrest, a fine brutish figure he gladly wanted to feel ruthlessly mount him.  Preferably in the interrogation room on a desk but alas it was not to be.  He was lucky that he remembered to put on a different voice, one much more removed from his usual reedy high-strung tone just in case.
The Trinity College was still lit somewhat in its late night, a quarter of the staff still remaining that he knew would be active, including the one he was so eager to meet.  The clock of the school was nearing towards 11:40pm.  Sneaking in through the back door, he weaved his way in alongside one of the janitorial staff just leaving as he waved goodbye to Antoni, who went back inside.  Neither of them even noticed the slenderly invisible naked body just literally a few feet between them, a rough-looking horned lizard with a Jersey accent just making his way out.
	"Ey Barto uhhh...I forgit, did you reset that valve that stuck itself any?"
	"Yes," said a familiar voice, "pin was not set right, it turn now."
	"Ah okay, hey uh, you wan' me to come over Thursday so we listen to the wireless?  The Cubs are losin' next game."
	"Ahhh no, I have um...dammit dammit, word um...electric problems, yes, wireless not work."
	"Aw boo, hey you can come over to my place then."
	"Sure, is easier anyway."
	"Alrighty, catch you the morra!"
	"Do widzenia!"
Richards slid in nicely as he sweeped past Antoni, who gave a slight startle as he turned in the darkness of the corridor feeling a wind come from the door, shaking to himself as he turned and walked back.  Richards headed off towards the gymnasium hurrying quickly to get a glimpse as needed of any action.  He knew that Gunnersson had his own secrets, and whilst working late at night had caught him once or twice a little more often than he should, but never quite knowing what he did.  The problem was that the area he usually went to was well-lit, and made hiding very difficult in normal circumstances.

The gymnasium was mostly empty, a wide spanning hall with two basketball hoops at either end wedged to the wall as the pride and joy of the college's favourite sport.  The varnished wood was glistening in the dark, and Richards carefully walked on towards the showers where he hid and waited for what he knew had to be Gunnersson's private meeting.  He had to  be careful when walking, for as invisible as he was he still had weight and therefore could easily make some noise heading across the gym area, noticing Jerry's office was now lit.  Inside he saw the hulking form of the triceratops and a young student sitting at the desk.
	"Putting it all in yet?" said Jerry.
	"N-nah," said the student, "no way now sir, not here."
	"Ready to show 'em?"
	"Yeah.  Ready."
The sound of cards being flipped as he peeked in the window made him see the real thing.  Gunnersson at one side of his desk in a rather cluttered-looking office not very well-lit, shady like a speakeasy with a solid hand of four cards in one hand.  The other student was a rather meek-looking brown anole lizard more clearly suited for track-running with his body so slender.  Richards admired his young physique but soon heard him cry out with arms raised:
	"N-DAMMIT!"
	"HAH, Full House kid, what you got?"
	"...a Straight."
	"Hmhmhmhm...that's my money comin' in."
	"W-WAIT wait!"
Too late, Gunnersson began scooping dollars towards him with a huge burly arm as he chuckled gladly, the boy stuttering:
	"L-let's jus-play again!"
	"Sorry, unless you got something to offer, yer money's mine."
	"You took half already!"
	"That's right, because you suck at this, you wanted to play."
	"O-only cuz you said you'd raise my GPA, I just need a point-five sir my dad's gonna kill me!"
	"That ain't my problem, you ain't that talented in the end."
	"...not...talented?"
Jerry leaned back in his chair with a wide grin and a wink towards the student.
	"Not...TALENTED?  You know what, maybe I'm not the fastest runner here but you know what I am to you?"
The student suddenly turned rather forceful in his tone, stepping up from his seat and walking over to the teacher with one hand lithely slipping along the shoulders, making the trike start gently nibbling his lip.  The lizard bent down and murmured into his ear, his brown slacks blending in slightly to the darkness wearing just a woollen sweater on his chest.
	"I'm the only one that even wants a piece of you."
	"Heh...cute."
	"Cute enough?"
	"Whut you mean?  You offering sumthin'?"
	"It's not me that's offering...it's you."
A lick slowly across the teacher's cheek as he shivered hotly.
	"You're offering me to do something...cuz otherwise I'm going to tell everyone how you fleeced me of my money...among many other things you fleeced me out of."
	"H-heh...you...you serious?"
	"Yes."
	"You wouldn't do that."
	"Wouldn't I?  I can get money...but you won't get your dignity back MISTER Gunnersson.  Unless...you do something for me."

The hand of the lizard went slowly down the teacher's chest, prickling fingers along the buttons of his shirt and slowly unfolding them off to give a good look of a thick burly chest, brutishly teal muscles glistening before the fingers stopped at his bulging crotch.
	"You...you really want that kid?"
	"I'm not your kid, mister.  I'm the one who's gonna give you what you wanting, begging for it.  I seen the way you walk, like a bitch."
	"Hhhhhh...god..."
	"Bet you like all the boys around here don't you?"
Richards stared with apt curiosity fascinated by this play, wondering just what the hell was going on as Jerry nodded quickly, his bulge throbbing up towards a meaty swollen size neatly in his pants.
	"M-maybe...maybe I do."
	"I know you do...just like last month we did it...now...if you want me to keep quiet another month you're gonna take me to the showers now and give me what I want.  We're doing it hard and deep for forty laps."
	"F-fuck...hhhhh f-fine, fine take the money, take it."
	"Nah-uh sir.  You said it yourself...unless you got something to offer...your ass is mine."
	"Mmmmph...h-hokay, okay jus-let's go, place should be empty."
Was he even seeing this?  Was he seeing that absolute oaf of a brute taking some young student to the showers for something clearly against the rules, in MANY ways?!  He thought he was just gambling illegally but this was even juicier!  He had a perfect way to blackmail the idiot who walked slowly out of the office and hurried over across the gym hall towards the showers, brown anole lizard skipping away behind him taking his hand hurriedly.  Richards followed suit being careful not to get wet, but then he noticed that the water on his feet did not actually dispel his solution.  Possibly too disruptive by molecular nature to be washed off.
He cursed himself for not checking but just to be safe, upon entering the shower room he gently rubbed his foot into a thick wettened puddle quietly rolling it.  Nothing happened, not even a toe became visible.  He nodded silently upon relief as he snuck his way through the hall of lockers, a shower area big enough to hold at least 30 students at one time for the sake of big basketball games.  Six rows of lockers with benches inbetween and a wall of showers along the back region.
	"Take your clothes off," said the student.
	"Wh-why?" asked Jerry.
	"Cuz you're gonna be sweatin' bad when I'm done with you and we don't wanna get you too filthy...don't we sir?"
	"R-right...okay."

Richards turned a corner and saw Gunnersson slowly strip himself for the young lizard, who must have been around 25 or so, clearly half the age and a good foot-and-a-half shorter than the brutish physique of the P.E. teacher.  His triceratops horns glinted in the dull light as he swung off his thick vest, revealing a good gut on him with strong muscle underneath, his arms swollen nicely as he gingerly began to take off his pants.  Seeing him naked truly for the first time made Richards himself start to feel a little erect again, a hot prodding 8-inch cock already gone firm from anticipation above some heavy dark-green balls.
	"Good," said the lizard, "now turn round...mmmmmm...you got a nice fat ass on you don't you?"
	"Y-you think?"
	"Oh yeah sir...I think all the students would like a piece of that thing don't you?"
	"M-m-maybe...u-um...wh-what you wanna do?"
	"Get on your knees and undress me.  Drop an' give me twenty."
The blushing smirk from the huge triceratops was unbelieveable as he simply went to his knees and softly undid the corduroy slacks of the anole student, letting out a cute little 5-inch cock that was rather pudgy along with a pair of slack balls dangling like grapes.  Jerry breathed hotly upon it and sighed happily, slowly licking his tongue across the head prodding up against his nasal horn.
	"Hhhhh yeaaaah...thassit...and I want twenty good licks, not some weak sauce stuff like you did last month.  Maybe this'll help."
The student grabbed his teacher's horns like handlebars and pushed his face down on his cock, moans from Gunnersson as he suckled hard on the cock entering his mouth inadvertently.  He shuddered with hot breaths, groaning quite sweetly for a brute like him, closing his eyes as he obediently took twenty hungry slurps of the student's meat.  Richards couldn't help but watch and slowly stroke himself off, sitting on a bench discreetly as neither of them noticed their invisible voyeur too lost in their own lust.  The brown anole began thrusting, grunting as he gripped his teacher's horns.
	"Yeah...y-yeah suck it...fuckin' suck it, you like that don't you?  Whore."
	"Mmmmhmmmm...mmmph...mmm-mmmmmhhhh..."
	"Heh...mmmmm that's enough.  I'm all good to go, put your ass over that bench and get on your back, fat boy."
Jerry pulled his head off when given allowance to as the lizard smeared his pre on the mighty horned snout with a smirk to his lips, putting himself up onto the bench with a towel underneath himself.  The student stripped his sweater off revealing a very nicely-built running body, very aerodynamic and smooth enough for no wind resistance.  Richards also noticed he had good strong legs nicely taut in the moonlight, but still a good 5'4'' compared to Gunnersson's 6'8''.  His current position gave a good view of the rear, watching the slender cock dangling against Jerry's muscular large rear.
	"Beg."
	"H-huh?"
	"Beg for it.  Unless you want Headmaster Skilton to get a nice surprise on his desk tomorrow."
	"H-hoh...fuck...fuck me.  Please, fuck my ass."
	"Fuck your ass what?"
	"...s-sir."
	"Good boy bitch."

And with that proclamation reversal, he pushed his meat inside Gunnersson's hot rump, hearing the teacher groan softly with bliss as his smooth lean legs push against the puckered rear.  Richards struggled not to gasp too loudly, stroking himself off with a slippery-turning cock in amazement, watching the student's cock stuff its way in to the hilt easily, balls smacking against his teacher's wanting rear as the pucker sucked and winked at it with each tender slap of his hips.
	"AH...AH...ohhh fuck."
	"Thassit," said the lizard, "fuck you got a nice ass haven't you sir?  Feels tighter than your wife's."
	"I-i don't have a wife."
	"Not anymore ya don't, guess I can see why the way you act like a queer."
	"NNNGH...q-queer?"
	"Yeah...a big fat queer like you always taking cock in ya...like you been wantin' a long time."
	"AAAH!  J-jesus...you don' know that fer real."
	"Says the one getting his ass filled...mmmmph...can you even squirt from that big dick?"
	"Y-yeah!"
	"Prove it...I know I can squirt good in you, hope yer not too old that you can't get it up on me anymore."
	"I-...guh...d-damn kid."
	"Shut up an' take it, old-timer now beg for it!"
Harder the thrusts went, pushing deep within the thicker rump, not as deep as other cocks but certainly giving enough vigour and bliss to the horned teacher panting underneath, moaning whimpering like a female as Richards moved around the locker room.  He needed to see this, needed to see his face etched in ecstasy of such a strange perverted act.  Not that Richards was going to judge but he never expected this brute to be anything like this.  It made him think that in future he could well have a way to one-up him.  Maybe make him his own bitch like this if needed.
He watched from the other side quietly stroking his dick, precum dripping away onto the floor wetly in tiny drops clearly unaffected by the invisible solution as he saw Gunnersson's face, hoisted upside down off the benchside as he panted with mouth openly breathing, gasping for more as his cock dripped thickly with pre all down his front leading up to his neck.  The student was high and mighty above him, straight as a board and pumping his hips away with his own lean chest grinding up against Jerry's balls as he slapped them upwards against his cock, thick rippling gut quivering with each breath from the P.E. teacher.
	"H-harder...harder fuck me!  Fuck me!"
	"Mmmmph, jeez you still got a tight ass on you dontcha old-timer?"
	"I need...oh...ffffuck fill me, fill me I'm beggin' ya!"
	"Y-yeah?  Yeah you like that?  You wannit full in ya mister Gunnersson?  Who you want it from?!"
	"B-...Billy...Billy fuck me, fuck my ass full I need it!  God dammit I need it!"
	"H-here ya go then...you...wannit...TAKE IT, NNNGH!  HHHHH!"

Bending over slightly as he shoved the last one in the student came profusely into his teacher, the elder's cock throbbing thickly from need to do the same, moaning happily with a blissful look on his face.  Hung upside over the bench, eyes crossed slightly with his mouth panting lustfully.  Richards was doing everything he could not to just cum right there and then as he restrained himself, biting his lip and taking off the fingers from his cock cautiously, his hot dripping pre turning thick and watery drooling from a distance.  Had they looked straight at him, they would have seen it clearly.
	"How was it?" said the student.
	"G-good...god so good...can I...cum yet?"
	"Mmmmm...not this month."
	"Wh-what?!"
	"Sorry sir...just need to do a little more before you can reach that average."
	"Oh god...don't do this, I can't go a month again!"
	"Did I say you could disobey me, huh?!  Tell you what...give me my money back, put my GPA up and then...give me half of your paycheck."
	"Wh-what?!  But I can't-"
	"Can't...what?  Because if you can't do it, then I...can't keep my mouth shut about the P.E. teacher being a filthy queer boy taking dick like his wife."
	"...o-okay...alright I'll do it."
	"Good.  Heh...see you around sir."
The student picked up his clothes and headed off sleekly after letting Gunnersson just lie there complete with his cock quivering for a release as his ass leaked of the sweet cum on the bench.  Richards was desperate for a release, and as much as he wanted to just fill him in once more, he wasn't so eager to take sloppy seconds from the one he hated the most in this institution.  He watched Jerry sit up slowly on the bench, slowly coming up from behind him and wrapping his own pair of pants around his eyes like a large blindfold.
	"WH-WHU-"
	"SHHH!" murmured Richards with a harsh whisper.  "I almost forgot something for you."
	"Wh-wh...you back for more?"
	"Yes...open your mouth nicely."
	"Wh-why?"
	"Shut up and do it."
	"...yes sir."
Jerry opened his mouth blindly not knowing what was going on.  He normally never got this sort of play from Billy, least never having been blindfolded yet but he did it anyway.  For some strange reason, he felt hot pre drip into his mouth from above, tasting it trickling down to the back of his throat as he swallowed by instinct, moaning as he panted up for more like a begging waif.  Once he felt the pre start to taper off, he suddenly felt a cock thrust into his mouth, groaning as he nearly choked hard on it feeling it much more thick than it was before.
Was it truly bigger, or was he just imagining things and just wanted it to be?  He was aching for a climax, his cock thickly pre'd on the bench underneath him sorely hungry to spurt its load, cutely weeping a steady stream that Richards could see clearly.  It was fun to watch this oaf be reduced to a cumhungry bitch choking on his invisible cock as he gripped the triceratops' horns dominantly.  He didn't take long to really cum himself concerning how horny he was, pumping straight down into Jerry's throat.

He forced himself not to cry out knowing the game would be up if he did, sighing shakily with restraint as he heard the bulky teacher gulp hungrily and down it all without flinching, pleasing the one he assumed was using him with a deepening blush.  It was adorable for Alex to see as he slowly pulled out his cock, wiping the pre neatly across his snout as the triceratops tasted something off.
	"Mmmngh...you taste...different."
	"Just a new diet," whispered Alex harshly, "you still want my cum either way don't you?"
	"Y-yes...yes sir...oh god please, please let me cum I need it, I can't handle it."
	"You're the big P.E. teacher, learn to handle it."
	"P-pleaaaase...please sir?"
	"...no."
Wincing hard with a pleaful groan of agony, he knew that he couldn't let Jerry cum for two reasons.  Firstly, if he had told Billy and that was disproven, then things would turn really troublesome.  Secondly, he really wanted to make him suffer a lot more for the way he was being used.  He also noticed that Gunnersson did not actually hate this, but rather seemed to enjoy the fact he was clearly being denied a good orgasm as his cock throbbed weakly, pathetically shrinking back towards its pudgier flaccid form as Jerry sighed heavily, taking off the pants from his head to see no one was there.
Richards did everything he could not to skip merrily away from the shower room, remembering himself briefly as he quietly sneaked across the large gymnasium.  Noticing young Billy taking his money back from Gunnersson's office, the iguana scientist reflected on how wonderfully perverse life was when no one was looking.  It was beautiful to him, and something he would remember for a good year or two should it ever be needed to be brought up again.  The lizard left a note on the desk however before leaving with his backpack, heading back towards presumably his dorm as Richards investigated carefully, seeing:

	Didn't wanna say during the fun and be out of character but around the 2nd next month I'm heading back to Vermont for Passover, my parents really want me to come so will be a little later than usual coming back for our night usual.
	If I'm not back by the 10th, you can spurt all you want, we'll call it an Easter treat from me if you last until then...Easter's around same time right, so either way you can enjoy yourself too~

	Can't wait to see you again sir, I love giving you a good real workout

	Billy

The iguana smirked at such curious scrawlings seeing that this was perhaps a lot more unusual than expected as he heard Jerry coming back from the showers, hurriedly escaping the office and making his way back to the hallways.  He had the fun he needed tonight, seeing Jerry reduced to a state of willingness by a young eager student who quite clearly had desires for him in their strange but juicy roleplay, as if Alex got a free show in one night as he made his way down towards the back door exit.  Then he realised something.
He saw his feet had been leaving puddle steps in the hallway and he panicked, the clear look of scaly feet of an iguana left imprinted in the floor, hurrying quickly towards the bathroom looking for a way to dry them off.  On the way there amidst empty hallways of endless lockers bathed in the moonlight, he ducked into a bathroom and quickly wiped off his feet of water with a few paper towels, before exiting neatly to make sure nobody saw the door open.  But then he heard a voice much further down the way he came.
	"Co to jest?"
Looking over towards his left, he saw Antoni inspecting footprints on the floor wet from the showers.  He shook his head to himself and headed to a specific door in the hallway further up, grumbling softly as he made his way towards Alex invisibly in front of him.
	"Nie ludzie nawet wytrzeć nogi w tym kraju?  Oy..."
Richards decided the best place to go would be to follow him, softly taking care to follow his steps like he was a shadow past him, sneaking up behind his friend unseen.  Antoni did not notice, ranting to himself something slavic that Alex could not help but smirk at hearing.  He always found it fascinating to hear him as the janitor cautiously looked around him first before pulling out his keys.  The door was unmarked and simply seen as but a supply closet, which was strange for the iguana invisible.  Why was he going to a specific closet when they had passed three of them down the hall?
Eventually he found his answer, the door opening up as Antoni walked in with RIchards swiftly sliding in which took some dedication for a few inches shorter a person to really sneak past.  But he made his way in and found a strangely dark long hallway within the closet.  The sounds of whirring machinery could be heard in the distance, echoing beyond all relief as he followed the Polish janitor down the depths of the school.  He brought out a flashlight to help him see as Alex kept staying behind him, but not too close just in case.  He was glad to have cleaned his feet before coming in here or else he'd really be in trouble.

As soon as they turned round the corner, he found himself within the walls of the maintenance corridor amidst the humming drone of constant indoor plumbing.  He made out some shapes nearby but wasn't sure what they were, but he did see a white candle unlit upon a small table as the gila monster opened up the supply closet area next to his bed, and swiftly pulled out his favourite mop being the most absorbent against stains.  He braced himself back against the outside world with a sigh as he left Richards to be in the dark unbeknownst to him.  Richards fumbled around looking for a light source feeling up the bedside drawer and opening it to find various papers along with a matchbox.
	"Oh thank god."
Slowly he struck it alight after closing the drawer carefully before setting light to the candlewick, watching the room glimmer around him much more warmly despite the pallid area of influence it gave.  What he saw around him was unbelieveable.  A homely living space within the depths of the college building, nestled within the corridor through maintenance.  It wasn't even a large enough alcove for everything, just barely big enough for a bed and its bedside table with a candleholder unlit pushed against the wall.  The bedside table Richards recognised as his own, one he had given to Antoni a few years back when he needed new furniture for a place.
In fact, it only just dawned on him that everytime he offered to come stay over at his place, he always had an excuse to keep him back.  Now he understood why  On the wall was a calendar pinned to reveal today's date, or rather next month with Polish scrawlings around various notes concerning April 1931.  Apparently nothing was worth mentioning in March, until he noticed that the March flap was just really mangled and kept falling down anyway, so he left it be.
	"...he...he lives here?  Oh god...I thought he had a place, he never said any-...no, he wouldn't, of course not in case someone might report him, jesus...lovely place at least, has his own bed and things...I wonder what he, there were some papers in here let me just...why didn't he say anything?"
Carefully opening the drawers as he pushed the candleholder away from him, he noticed various papers written both in Polish and in English, all neatly compiled and separated in three drawers showing the exact same watermark on them.  Each with the same drawings sketched out over various plant communities.  A perfectly viable source of mass irrigation and widespread farming populations he had never seen before.
Not that he was familiar with farm technology but it looked certainly impressive, titled "On the Subject of Phytosociology: The Creation, Vegetation and Contribution of Life and Food to Scaledom."  The school marked on top belonged to the Adam Mickiewicz University of Poznań.

	"...my...god this...this is actually...this is amazing why did he...never tell me about it...wait.  Wait he told me that he just read up on things down in the library, why didn't he just tell me about this?!  ...was he afraid that I would mock him?  That I...no, no he knows me better than that, why didn't he...say anything?"
Further papers underneath showed that there was an answer to this question, or some ways thereof towards it.  He recognised one thesis especially, a study in crop rotation where the only difference was the earlier postmark of the original Polish transcript and its rewritten-again English.  He knew exactly where he had seen it from, but he wasn't entirely sure why he had seen it elsewhere.  He felt somewhat guilty, even if he was not at fault just simply for the fact he had not realised any of this.  His closest friend in the entire building and he kept it secret from him.
	"Maybe he doesn't trust me?  Why wouldn't he trust me, then again I am wandering my own college building spying on a gym teacher, and then there's that cop so it's not as if I'm a...hhhhmmmmm...maybe I can...wait a minute, I'm not thinking far enough, I can do MANY things with this body now, I can do everything...aaaanything."
Thinking this idea further he noticed a small book in the drawers of bright red with white font, as well as underneath several letters from home he decided not to read for the sake of privacy.  Also because he could not read any of them unless he studied the book on top of them meticulously.  A Polish-English dictionary and phrasebook combined, with many bookmarks taped on the inside that he thumbed through lightly.  What surprised him especially were the many pencilled details among the pages.
	"Hah, he even corrected some of this, amazing...I knew he was too smart for his job but I never assumed he was academically..."
Suddenly he felt bad about his state of living, for even considering that such a polite humble person even in such a lowly job could be anything but intelligent.  But in truth he regarded him more highly than anyone else in the building, at least for the fact that Antoni was the only one who both didn't hate him fully, and was able to keep up in his conversations with him.  Now all he had to wonder was why the hell he wasn't higher up in the institution.  He had no time to ponder as he heard the door open once more, quickly putting back the book and putting out the candle with his wet fingers.
Antoni returned to his living quarters and brought out his flashlight, placing the mop back into the supply cupboard and sighing as he slowly undressed from his heavy coat and hung it after lighting his candle softly.  But Richards got to see more than he expected from the stocky Polish janitor.  He had an amazingly handsome body, with taut muscles and six-pack of abs, along with well-sculpted arms as he leaned against the bed pushing against it, groaning deeply from exertion as Richards felt a stirring in his crotch.  He cursed his hot libido for being unable to just keep itself down for one night as Antoni hoisted up into his bed.

In the candlelight his body looked even more beautiful, the true stock of a former working farmer who gave no moment's rest with his rippling arms and sturdy back, as well as a fine hanging cock of a good 6 inches flaccid all hidden beneath that lumpy coat of his.  He was finding out so many things about his dear friend he had just never seemed to ask about before.  But Richards was trapped now in the maintenance hall with the constant sound of pipes rumbling through the building.  The Polish gila monster didn't seem to mind this as he dropped off to sleep relatively quickly.  In fact, he downright conked out fully into a full deep sleep, mumbling to himself.
Richards noticed the set of keys hanging off the coat.  He bit his lip softly as he reached over towards it, not wanting to be stuck until the gila monster woke up in who knows how long as he waited for a few minutes to make sure he was unconscious.  So far so good he slept like a log, mumbling away to himself as Richards slipped the keys off and made his way to the door.  Then he realised something.  How was he going to give them back?  What if someone went into this place unlocked and found him living here?
What if he got in trouble for what was essentially trespassing on school property, he knew the rules, no one was allowed to do that.  He turned nervous about getting Antoni into trouble, knowing that if he was able to keep that secret for years without anyone knowing, not even the other janitors knowing, he couldn't do that to him.  He bitterly returned the keys back into the coat, and decided to wait at least until he woke up once again.
He knew the janitor was very early to rise so it would not be more than a few hours, sitting by the candlelight and reading the Polish translation book just to keep the time passing.  His cock however did not relent after seeing the sight of the juicy handsome janitor's body.
He looks amazing, thought Richards, no slouch in the trouser department either good god, and he thinks females won't want him?  I want him, I mean god I don't want to speak ill of him but if his body and mine were in bed together...mmmmm...we are friends too.  Very close friends...maybe close enough?  He's always respected me, treated me right, maybe...never mind, I've done what I wanted to do tonight so I don't need to go anywhere.
He took the time to brush up more on his Polish maybe as a surprise for his friend tomorrow.  But an hour later as he deeply slept, the gila monster began moaning more with a rather odd tone in his voice.
	"Mmmmm...mmnnrrrr..."
	"Hmm?"
	"Nie...nie Andrei...mmmmph...prosimy Andrei."
	"Andrei?"
	"Hhhh...hhhhoh...Andrei, mmmmph..."
Richards walked closer towards the sleeping janitor and noticed a hefty lump growing underneath the sheets, making him realise that he was having quite the sexy dream tonight.  His hips softly thrust with little whimpers he found adorable, and here he was naked and erect.  Both of them it seemed.  He couldn't help his curiosity as he naturally wanted to take a look at his friend's smooth sexy body taking a small peek underneath the sheets.  The cock throbbed eagerly at a size of 8 inches and pre-ing, almost as big as Gunnersson was making Alex look bewildered in awe at it.  Beautiful dark meat.
He risked himself a chance seeing as he had the opportunity and already his friend was needing release.  He thought it would help him sleep a little, possibly, but in the end he only really wanted one thing.  A taste of that thick Polish sausage.  He stifled a self-groan at that terrible euphemism as he slowly leant forwards to suck on the head, gently kissing at the flared head.

	"HOH...ohhhh Andrei...mmmm kocham usta..."
The sounds of pleased moans meant he was doing a good thing as he sucked slowly upon the meat, thrusts of instinctive need coming from Antoni as he let the sleeping janitor fuck his throat softly.  He was gentle in his slumbering state, hands laying fondly beneath his cheek as he sighed happily, the warm sensation of a sucking snout giving his dream much more vividness of his fantasising.  Alex had no idea who or what he was imagining, but he certainly enjoyed the taste of his friend's pre dripping down his throat, being careful not to gulp too loudly.
He pushed down harder onto the cock slurping hungrily at the taste, shuddering silently as he pushed his head further into the sheets with cock disappearing down his throat, the invisible snout gulping swiftly away at the hot Polish meat.  Richards had never had any ideas of fondling someone in their sleep, but somehow the very lewdness and seeing his friend clearly enjoy what he gave him for his dreams made it all the much sweeter for him, a taste that made his heart swell with more need to please him.  At the very least to make up for all he never knew about him.  Then Antoni stopped his thrusting, saying:
	"Przestań, proszę... proszę...ko...kochać mnie, przestań Andrei...przestań."
Richards, in his infinite wisdom of having read a Polish phrasebook and dictionary for the last single hour, allowed his cock to do the thinking for him at some points picking up some certain keyphrases that were noted in the book.
He wants...he wants me or this...Andrei to...make love to him?  R-really?  ...it's one thing to use a billy club up someone's ass but you're my friend Antoni...what if...no, maybe I can ask him.
The plea made him nervous, feeling uncertain about what his friend asked even his cock throbbed invisibly for more.  He gently bent over his friend and whispered in a terrible accent to ask if he was sure.
	"Czy...Czy na...pewno?"
	"Tak," moaned Antoni.  "Proszę...proszę sie do mnie, potrzebuję Cię...Chcę czuć Cię ponownie."
God...he really wants me to, well um...Andrei, I think.  Well...he DOES ask and I've come this far giving him something, it would be terrible not to finish him off...poor thing, he has little enough as is.  I really hope you enjoy this Antoni.
Gently sneaking round to the other side of the bed, he slowly bent down towards the sheets and lifted his tail showing a dark-looking pucker winking with anticipation.  Alex nervously breathed upon it shaking with warm lust and nerves, feeling much more nervous than he had with anything else.  It wasn't for the fact he could be caught, that was the farthest thing from his mind.  He was worried about hurting Antoni, who shuddered hotly with a blissful whimper at the breath on his rear wanting, slowly feeling a tongue invisibly slurp into the dry pucker.
	"A-aah...Andrei...ohhhh tak...hoh..."
Slurping as neatly as he could, he slowly began rimming his best friend's ass while he slept the good sleep, hearing hot moans wincing with warm bliss as he fucked further with his tongue.  Seeing the pucker spread before him, without anything blocking his view truly in this state, was quite a sight to see at the anal muscles slowly opening up, and drooling with hot new saliva along its dark walls as he suckled upon it, feverishly turning hard underneath and struggling to need another climax soon.  If his friend wanted Andrei then he was going to be given him.

Alex slowly climbed up into bed alongside him, getting more brave as the janitor slept deep, moving his cock into position behind him and slowly pushing his way in.  To his surprise Antoni was not tight, so he was most definitely not a virgin as the Polish gila monster whimpered happily with hands twitching underneath, gasps from his mouth as eyes scrunched up closed forever for this special night.
	"HAH...Andrei...hoh...hhhhhoh kocham cię..."
Richards blushed at hearing him claim his love for him, even if it was for someone else as he made his way in slowly, pushing his cock halfway as he felt the saliva-drenched lubricating passage open up welcoming him.  He slid an arm around Antoni's chest as he fully pushed up against him, moaning his best claim of love back to him brokenly.
	"Ja też cię kocham."
	"Ffff...hhhah...hah...twój akcent jest straszny."
Smirking with some nervousness at his accent being called out on, the janitor did not seem to notice too much unconsciously as he pushed back against Richards, an instinct driven by sweet pleasure alone as Alex pushed back in return.  Their hips pressed together, what would have been green and black-red but for the moment was simply nothing else, trapped beneath the sheets as he slowly hilted up inside his dear friend.  Moaning with pleasure, the janitor gasped pleasantly as his cock throbbed even further onto the sheets, wanting eagerly for more as he let "Andrei" guide his body back and forth.
Alex embraced him tight, trapped in his growing lust for him in needing to give his warmth, wanting to fill him with a dream love he had to offer him.  So long as Antoni pleaded wanting more his hips smacked against him tight, slapping in the darkness as the drone of machinery unseen within the bowels of the college building covered their noises easily.  At one point, Antoni's eyes opened to Alex's shock and surprise as a bleary fluttering of the lid came upon him.  There was nothing he could see, and his brain barely registered it in the fast-pace of REM as he just drifted back off to sleep again.
The suckling tightness of Antoni's rear was all too much, as well as the very situation of such weird intimacy that Richards could not help but love as he truly pounded him, harder and harder with lust maddening upon him.  He did everything he could not to moan out in turn, wanting to keep silent for Antoni's own dreams to be suspended without disbelief, hanging upon a wire in the angelic sky of night upon them.  But it was Antoni who saw the end of it as he came profusely into his sheets, tightly grasping his covers as he cried hotly:
	"OH, ANDREI, A-Andrei kocham cię, kocham cię!"
	"NNNNGH!  Hoh...hohhhhh...g-god-ahhhh...aaaah...Antoni...ohhh...Antoni."
He could not say anything as he felt the rear tighten on his cock in mid-climax, spurting hot seed beneath the sheets as Alex in turn came inside him from shock, surprised to think he even did this upon his friend who moaned simply happy.  A sigh from his lips as his body relaxed finally, his penis softly wilting away back towards his body as he returned back to mumbling, moaning from the warmth unconsciously inside him.
	"Niech latać łódź...mmmmhhhh..."
That last part did not make sense to him but he did not expect to understand everything as Alex softly stood up, gently extricating his cock from the used rear now dripping hotly of fresh semen.  It was certainly an arousing sight, and he watched the cock invisible underneath throb its hot milk from nothing but pure air oddly.  It was still a rather strange sight for him, but he slowly began cleaning up all remains of his evidence being there, wiping with some tissues he found in the supply closet carefully dabbing up traces from Antoni's body.
All he had to do was wait.  Wait and plan out something.  Seeing the papers on crop rotation in Antoni's drawers made him realise something was not right within this college, and there lied some connection between him and another more superior personage of this place.  All he had to do was to get out of Antoni's room by not using his keys.  And that's when he realised, that he was still a scientist.  A scientist who was mad enough to have turned himself invisible.

It took him at least an hour to escape Antoni's locked hallway but he did it.  Using a thin metal sheet, paper, scissors, glue and a ruler all of which were in Antoni's supply closet, he managed to make a copy of the key for the door out of thin metal which was almost perfectly the same grooves as the original.  It took him two tries and a lot of eye strain by candlelight but he succeeded, keeping the key with him after relocking the door carefully.  But that wasn't the only key he used that night, grabbing a bite to eat from the lunchroom to make sure he did not go hungry before basically breaking into the headmaster's office.
He wasn't even subtle with it, he was going to be fired regardless and he wanted to teach Miles Skilton a lesson, hopefully for good. It was a strange sight to see a pair of gloves and an apron floating in the air as well as protective goggles holding a vial of hydrofluoric acid, destroying the lock for the headmaster's room.  But safety first and safety second for a naked invisible scientist as he made sure to clean up the acid with thick plastic pads before swiftly putting them into a plastic container, that he also brought along going back and forth from the chemistry lab.  It was all his own equipment and he was going to hell with the consequences as he stored the emptied vial of acid with the rest.
Making sure no trace spills of the dangerous acid had been left behind he entered the office, the looming broad desk of a dignitary among teachers now hollow and empty, like the husk of some great terrible beast.  Even if the lord himself was not there what he left behind still gave great presence before him.  And there it was, on the wall to his left proudly displayed.  Miles Skilton's theory on crop rotation revolutionising agriculture.  The exact same one from Antoni Bartoszek minus the Polish watermark.
	"That lying filthy bastard I KNEW it!" said Richards.  "He's been stealing his work from him but why?!  Why would Antoni even...there has to be something here I can use against him, if I told Antoni I'd have to explain everything and...just, let's find something here."
Checking through all of his drawers Alex rifled through them madly for some sort of evidence, something he had to keep away all meticulously.  Skilton would never throw anything away, for all his bookcases of seemingly-impressive libraries of greatness and lore Richards knew that half of them were just old publications of previous titles, stuff that for some reason Miles never put away.  From travel books to novels, he always had the belief that it was worth something to someone out there.  And it was due to this obsessive collecting mentality that he knew there was evidence here.
He found it eventually at the bottom-most drawer of the entire desk leaning down to pull out every sheet of paper within as he saw a small red book at the very bottom underneath.  A passport, American with the name and face of his friend.

	Antoni Bartoszek
	Date of Birth:  August 7th, 1891
	Place of Birth:  Szczecin, Poland
	Occupation:  Custodian
	Date of Issue:  February 18th, 1928

	"What the...this is Antoni's...but, why is it in Mr. Skilton's desk?  ...wait...1928, Antoni said he'd been here for about seven years...why is this...there's something not right definitely, and I need to find out what it is."
Taking the passport he headed off back home seeing the cop had been moved on from the alleyway, sniggering to himself as he readied some supplies for Mr. Skilton come the early morning.  The invisibility solution was certainly giving its due to him, after being able to walk through town stealing various things without any problems other than hiding them from people in plain sight.  Once he had everything needed, he went back to the college and waited.  Waited for the sun rising.
Skilton drove up in his Bentley 8-litre, a fine black beast with smooth round hubcaps and glaring headlights with a roof that gave the impression of a top hat being the inspiration for such class of character.  An automobile for the ages as he parked it in his special spot, locking with the keys and making his way up towards his office.  He always arrived first before most other staff, even his secretary came later after him as he made his way in.  He saw no one around yet the first thing he saw with great distaste was that the door handle had rotted completely.  His office had been broken into.
	"What the-"
He rushed in with suit stiff against his body raring to come out fighting, but found no one around willing to put up a fight.  Nor anyone entirely for that reason as he hurried to his desk, looking over every single drawer for something that had gone missing.  The papers had been reshuffled, of that he knew, and it wasn't until he reached the bottom drawer growing feverish with every misplaced item he found more and more of, he saw there was nothing.  Panic rose up in his being.  Then outrage.  So outraged was he that he had not noticed the large cloaked figure in the corner of the room hidden beside the window.
Before he was able to ring the police on the telephone, his arm was pulled viciously back before being pushed back against the desk, growling fiercely as he tried to kick out at his assailant.
	"YOU-NNRGH!  UNHAND ME, VILE MISCREANT!"
	"Shut up," harshly whispered a deep voice in his ear, "you've lost something haven't you?"
	"Wh-what...what are you talking about?!"
	"Don't try to run, or I'll make you learn better."
	"ARGH!"
Pushing hard against his unknown attacker, he ran towards the door before feeling something stop him from pulling it back.  No matter how hard he tried to pull it just would not move  back, as if stuck against as he felt a backhanded smack of an invisible fist knock him back towards the desk, thrown against it as phone, papers and pens went flying all over the floor.  A bookcase suddenly went flipping over in front of the door completely blocking his exit with a loud crash as he got up stumbling, his suit in affray with its collar popping freely from his neck as his long tongue flickered venomously out.
	"WH-WHO ARE YOU!?  COME OUT AND FIGHT YOU COWARD, OR I'LL TEACH YOU A LESSON FROM HELL!"
	"You haven't taught me anything."
	"WHAT!?"

The voice came from behind him as he swung viciously fast, a surprising swiftness for his age more borne out of furious indignation than anything as he saw nothing there.  No one to hit despite the voice coming from behind him once more.
	"When did you actually teach something that was your own work?"
	"What the-...wh-who are you, stop hiding and COME OUT!"
	"I'm not hiding Mr. Skilton.  You are."
	"Wh-what!?"
	"Antoni Bartoszek.  Birthplace, Poland.  Date of birth, August 7th, 1891.  Date of issue...February 18th, 1928.  Does that mean anything to you?"
He tried to figure out where the voice was and went flying at the coatrack, thinking it was somebody but instead his paranoia slipped to reveal it was just his coat.  He was confused slightly however by the fact that the coatrack was on the other side of the room, seeing the other coat still hanging off the left corner where it was.  But it was definitely his coat now on the right as he felt nerves start to turn twitchy.  Was he hallucinating, or was it just some strange trick?
Ragged hot breaths turned him ever more incensed at hearing what the voice said to him, the entire room completely empty all except for him.  The dates he knew very clearly, as his tongue flickered outwards in hyperventilating.
	"You have a janitor's passport...inside your drawer."
	"Wha-I ju-I do not, whoever you are!"
	"No...not anymore because I took it."
	"...who are you?  What is this?  Some...some sort of-do you have a speaker hidden in this room or something?!"
	"I'm glad you didn't say witchcraft, that would be beneath you.  But apparently extortion isn't."
	"What extortion could I possibly need, I am the headmaster of this fine institution!"
	"Oh it's fine alright...be more fine without you."
	"What?!"
The papers ruffled on the desk in front of him as he stomped towards it readily punching out at thin air blindly before feeling nothing come into contact.  Then he felt somebody shove him up against the desk bent over harshly, his pants suddenly freed from their purchase and dropping around his legs.  Before he knew what was going on due to exhausting himself out, his hands were tied back with rope restraints against his back before being thrown on his back, shoved onto the desk fully as his large clawed feet twitched out in front of him.
His naked flaccid cock beneath his black suit and white shirt underneath flopped back and forth of a coal-grey length of a pudgy 6 inches, the lines and creased wrinkles of middle age already showing on his thighs.  Even more strangely, he felt his thighs being hoisted up by someone's fingers in front of him.  Yet he saw nobody there except the door to his office trapped firmly by a bookcase, seeing small depressions of skin from someone holding him by the ankles.
	"Let's play a little game," said the voice in front of him, "I'm going to ask you why you have Mr. Bartoszek's passport in your drawer...or rather, had.  And everytime you don't answer...I'm going to put an inch of my cock inside your scaly old ass.  Is that clear?"
	"Who...wh-who the devil are you?  Why is...why is this...how the hell are you doing this?!"
	"Ah-ah, that would be telling Skilton, you don't tell everyone how the magic trick works."
	"Whatever insane 'magic' you call this I will find you somehow and make you pay dearly with every cent to your name!"
	"Like you do with Antoni already?"
	"What?!"
	"Let's begin.  Why do you have his passport?"
	"...I have no idea what you are talking about."

He said this dignity personified, long wrinkled neck showing with boorish sneer towards his invisible assailant, who then responded by a sharp pain thrusting into his anal pucker.  It was a sudden push, but not enough to break the ring as his huge tail hung thick over the desk below him.
	"Are you sure?" asked the voice.
	"I do not understand what you're insinuating, now if you don't stop this, I-don't you dare-AAAH!"
The shove into his rear he felt as the first two inches pumped into him but no more, suddenly panting with unexpected shock at the feeling.  It was an alien feeling, an unknown sensation that felt weird and intolerable to him.  He kicked with his large feet slightly but they were being held fast.
	"You...disgusting sodomite."
	"Better that than a blackmailer, or extortionist."
	"STOP calling me that and unhand me!"
	"QUIET!"
A sudden slap across the face sent him stinging along the cheek, grizzling his teeth towards the smug look upon a face he could not see, but heard clearly.
	"You are in no position to argue, you have no idea who I am, and quite frankly I'm going to screw you over this desk like a Yale freshman."
	"Hmph...what do you want then?  You just want money from this?  That it?  You could have done a lot less hassle robbing a bank."
	"Which means I'm not here for money, I'm here for justice."
	"Justice?!  You call breaking into my office and violating me justice?!  You're a sick little worm I could-AUGH!"
Another backhand across his face before a thrust of two more inches pumped into his rear, groaning lamentably at the feeling pressing in firmly.  He was getting used to it now, thanks to the time it took between thrusts to allow his pucker to open up for it, thick and greying before suckling instinctively to try and push out the invading cock which only made his assailant moan lewdly.
	"Mmmmm...you feel nice when you're tight as your fists, Skilton."
	"Nnnngh...hhhhh...hhhhh...whatever you are playing at, you will be in far worse positions than I after you have dealt with me."
	"I'm not so sure about that.  Let me just fill you in."
The final shove came as the last three inches made their way in to the limit, pushing deep enough to rub against the prostate of the komodo as his cock began to twitch, thickening up by natural instinct to a swollen hefty 7.5 inches.  A sturdy length that soon was gripped by an invisible hand, disappearing briefly from Skilton's eyes as he panicked feeling the warm stroking of an unseen hand making him start to pre achingly upon his ruffled suit.
	"A-aaaah!"
	"Oh you moan nicely too, I almost would think you've done this before."
	"Unhand me now and stop molesting me!"
	"Not until you tell me what your deal is with Antoni, now talk!"
	"I know nothing!"
	"BULLCRAP, you have his patent right up there on the wall!"
	"WHAT-NNNGH!"

The cock slid out of his ass before shoving straight back into him hungrily, the slapping of hips when it pulled halfway before going back through his anal tunnel.  Grunting with confused uncertainty, his prostate felt a good rubbing on the inside eagerly enough for his cock to start going shamefully against his will, making him pant heavily by growing lust he could not understand as the voice turned breathless above him, fucking itself along a constant rhythm as his legs pumped up and down with his belly, his ass widening slowly to better take him in.
	"I've...seen it...Antoni's thesis...you son of a bitch.  You...hhhhh...you stole that paper from him...and then, kept him quiet about it didn't you?!  Yeah?!"
	"Just...hhhhh...how the h-hell would he have some...p-papers, he's just a janitor, a custoDIAN!"
	"Not...quite...he's a bit more than that isn't he?!  Sure that's his job now...but you made him have that job...you wanted to take his thesis for yourself is that it?!  You fucking thief?!"
	"I am NOT a thief!"
	"LIAR, now tell me the truth, tell me or else I'll fill you up from your ass and the world'll know that you bent yourself over to get fucked right up it!"
	"Don't you DARE stain me you filthy pervert!"
	"Then talk!  Tell me!  NNNGH!  God your ass feels good for an old bastard like you!"
	"Release me now or else I will make you HANG for this!"
	"You mean hang like THIS?!"
Shoving Skilton across the desk, his head went hanging upside down as blood rushed to his head, feeling the unknown attacker climb up on his desk and ruthlessly shove his cock back inside him.  Pushing up inside him as his anal walls forced themselves open sharply, he gasped hotly with a pained expression of lustful exuberance, moaning deeply as his own penis betrayed him with hot spurts of pre down his suit, splattering upon his face and shaming him.  All while the voice chuckled in mocking him.
	"Look at you, even your dick wants to spill the beans doesn't it?!  Let it spray on you nicely, see how the lies stain you like the cum on your suit?  The longer you last the more stains you'll get...how...poetic...aaaah...ohhhh fuck yes..."
	"Ohhhhh...mmmmnnnnnhhhh...hhhhh...please...stop this...hoh god my head is swimming."
	"Maybe you should...get some exercise...like you're getting now."
	"Nnnngh...cretinous degenerate...you want the truth that badly?"
	"Tell me...tell me all you have about what you know."
	"I know precisely what you need...Alex Richards."

In mid-thrust he stopped, blinking to himself.  The komodo smiled cruelly as he looked up to see the dawn rising upon his desk, and a new form now appear before him.
	"You blinked."
	"AAAH!"
High above him grappling his legs was a naked scientist iguana, currently inside his boss' rear with balls smacking up against the base of his thick komodo tail.  Richards stared down at his hands, the colour slowly returned to them as his solution broke down itself.  It finally started to wear off, he hadn't even considered that the stability of it would not be permanent.  So incensed was he by his discovery that he foolishly did not plan out long-term, dragged along by his mad whimsicality as he shut his eyes cursing himself.  His fingers wrapped firmly around Miles Skilton's legs, who currently was now snarling between hatred and joy upon seeing his younger face.
And yet, despite his current position of being halfway thrown over his desk given balls-deep anal by a vengeful scientist, he chuckled.  Chuckled, and then laughed darkly at his face.
	"Hmhmhmhmhm...hhhhhmhmhm hm hm hm haha ha ha ha haaaaaa...ohhhh Richards.  I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you in these walls.  And here you are...practically signing your resignation with this filthy act."
	"H-hhhhhh...oh...oh f-fuck."
	"Well?  What else do you have to say to me?  No comeback?  No chitchat?  No vacant threats of an ultimatum for me anymore?"
	"...you know what?  I do have something to say."
	"And what is that?"
	"...you only live once."
Seeing everything just fall apart for him, he simply grabbed hard at Skilton's ankles and slammed his cock deep once more into his ass, the roar of the komodo dragon loud and furious as the very room shook with his anger.  Humping harder than he ever could, Richards pushed on by both fear and desperation whilst loving the feel of his boss' anus, suckling tightly in resistance against him.  It was firm for his age, much tighter than the police officer or Antoni's had been and he made sure to enjoy every bit of it, panting lustfully as his belly grinded hard against Miles' wrinkled balls.
As he made the last few ramming thrusts strong enough to make the entire desk shiver underneath, he came harrowedly a fourth time that long night, screaming gladly with a fierce look of no regrets on his face.  Exuberance for a brief instant of bliss, as if nothing else could go possibly wrong for him.  Of course everything would but that would be another time altogether, not this moment when he had fully pumped his seed into his former boss and fucked his ass raw, witnessing the loss of the komodo's dignity upon him.  Ruffled shirt, panting tongue and a leaking hole filled with meat.
He simply looked down upon him with a smile of ignorance, grinning at Skilton who at first looked shocked in disbelief at the sensation.  Then that dark glower came back to his eyes as he lowered his voice seeing the smug false confidence of his former subordinate.
	"...I...am going...to see you hang by the very throttle of your neck you insolent little WRETCH."
	"I...hhhh...I don't...think so."
	"What?"
	"Let me show you something."

Grinning as he pulled him back onto the desk, he kept him on his back and spun his rear towards the odd cloak in the corner of the room as Richards sweeped it off.  A camera on a tripod hidden away at the side corner, to which Richards simply grabbed the squeezable trigger attached to it by a long cable and suddenly kissed Skilton on the lips.  A flash exploded into the room, sending his eyes totally into white space for a brief few seconds before the world returned to him, whilst Alex explained.
	"You know what's fun about sneaking through a college at night?  You find all sorts of interesting things from all the different classrooms around you like say, photography.  Not like you ever wear this coat anyway and well, I have to say I am somewhat of an avid enthusiast of photography and I think...that you and I just had a very special memento of us together.  Which I think you want to keep out of the papers now don't you?  After all...we wouldn't want this place to have ANOTHER scandal now would we?  Only this time it involves me AND you."
	"...you...absolute...lowly degenerate bastard, I'LL KILL YOUUU!"
This time Richards did not flinch, instead he simply stood by his camera and watched Skilton wrestle himself up from his desk, still restrained by the hands as he desperately tried to untie himself sitting back up to him.
	"Here's the deal.  I want to hear everything about Antoni and you, and in return, I won't release these pictures to the public newspapers and completely shame you out of office."
	"Are you SERIOUSLY trying to blackmail me you snake-ass PRICK!?"
	"Yes.  Yes I am, because YOU blackmailed my friend into something and hey, I'm no better than you now, so you can't do nothing to harm me by this point!"
	"And what makes you think, that I won't get the police in here before you even have a chance to send these photographs away!?"
	"Did you not...hhhahahaha, Miles, I turned INVISIBLE by a solution I discovered, do you REALLY think I can't find a way to do that too?!  Really?"
He slammed his hands on the desk and peered deep into the komodo's piercing eyes, staring with the full force of winning against him by sheer madness.
	"Really?  If I could turn invisible by sheer willpower over weeks and months of frantic efforts, what makes you think I won't just tear you limb by limb when I throw you to the press?  Maybe they don't care about extortion but a picture's worth a thousand words.  And your ass leaking of my seed while I give you a hot kiss on the lips like a Broadway whore is going to speak MANY words about you, Miles Skilton."
	"...I cannot believe you of all people are this insane."
	"You've ALWAYS called me insane!  Now you're just seeing the real me."
	"...alright.  I'll tell you.  When Bartoszek first came here he asked for a job offer before you came along, somewhere about a year before you arrived."
	"Ah huh."
	"He offered a job in teaching and his English was suitable enough, not the best at the time but I've heard worse and he gave me his work, saying he had degrees in learning here and there along the lines of chemistry and biology, then we saw that there was a problem with his passport.  Namely that it was delayed and he would not be eligible for a bit.  So at first I offered him a suitable job as custodian, somewhere to be nearby at a moderate pay.  Then I looked over his thesis...it was incredible.  Just...the most revolutionary thing, have you read it?"
	"I have, in its original form yes."
	"I realised that, here I had an open thesis from a scientist never known in this country and who clearly had no passport available.  I could simply take it off him, and so long as I kept him happy in a small-time job then things didn't have to get complicated.  Then his passport came through about a year later, bureaucracy naturally, and I realised that since I had already filed away his thesis and submitted it as my own well...naturally he got upset."
	"I can see why."

	"But I had the upper hand see," explained Miles Skilton, "since I had his passport with me, sent to the office here since he has no home but the...well, maintenance hallway.  Not that anyone else knows, private property and everything.  Not allowed to be here like some hobo he now is."
	"Because you forced him to!"
	"Well how else am I going to have a reliable employee with me every day, if I forced him out on the street he could find other places, other means!"
	"But that makes no sense!" cried Richards.  "If you wanted his thesis as your own you could just take it and let him have the passport and fire him, why keep him?!  You want to mock him?!"
	"I'm not that lowly you irritable shit, I just saw potential in his intelligent mind as a perfect means to understand agriculture."
	"And I'm not that stupid, you wouldn't have an assistant in his position if you wanted to learn agriculture."
	"Have you not seen what that gila monster can write?!  That man is a GENIUS, his understanding of plant communities far outstretches anything in this damn country, and I want first part of it!  Do you know how long I have been trying to apply patents to get my name in the history books?!  FIFTEEN YEARS, and then out of nowhere this...this...POLACK comes walking into my office with something incredible beyond belief!  Do you even know WHERE this Mickiewicz university is, I didn't!  Want to know why?!"
	"Why?"
	"BECAUSE IT'S ONLY TEN YEARS OLD!  TEN DAMN YEARS OLD, do you think I'm going to let some fresh-faced farmboy waltz in and take my hard-earned seat, just like that with his...his...PERFECT damn thesis, well not in this state, this is MY college, MY institution and I'll be damned if I ever let anyone take it from me!"
	"...my god.  You...you're actually jealous of him."
	"WHAT?!"
	"I mean, here you are, world at your seat, the whole state of Connecticut as a merit of institution and you're jealous of him!  You're worse than me!"
	"Oh please, you constantly rag on Gunnersson like you two were brats!"
	"Yes but I never stole anyone's work, my insanity was my own, GOD you are pathetic!"
	"I am NOT pathetic!"
	"You got scared by a Polish immigrant who just happened to figure out things a lot faster than you, whether it's because he had a good university or is just that much smarter or both, and you couldn't even handle that?!  You have no sense of humility."
	"Says the one who just sodomised me."

Richards simply crossed his arms aloof more than ever in his life simply stating:
	"At least I'm not denying it, I got caught and shall take my punishment doctor, it was worth it just to see the look on your stupid face."
	"You wretched dogsbody, and you claim that you are smarter than Gunnersson?  How are you better than me?!"
	"Because I didn't sit on it for years ruining somebody's life, you deserve a taste of your own medicine!  And you know what?  I don't care about Jerry anymore, he has his own problems to figure out and quite frankly I have worse to deal with than him.  But I'm willing to make amends because Antoni is the victim in all of this and he does not deserve this, nor you.  So here's the deal.  You take down that thesis, you hide it away and give Antoni my job."
	"Yes yes I-...wait, what?  Your job?"
	"You were going to fire me after all weren't you?  I know I'm not staying here after all I've done, there is no way you are going to let me stay here are you?"
	"Absolutely not, you're going down to the police station where they will tear you limb from limb."
	"Good, then I can tell them why I did it and everything about you...with the evidence I have of the photograph and the passport and-"
	"Oh you cannot be serious, you did ALL OF THIS just for that little tramp!?"
	"HE IS MY FRIEND!" roared Alex.  "And he is a much better person than you or me!  He deserves better and YOU are going to give him a job, you bump him up the list of candidates, give him my funding AND classes and everything!"
	"And where is he going to sleep?" said Skilton with a smirk.
	"...let me handle that.  So we have a deal?"
	"Perhaps...you want him to have your job, funding and everything?"
	"That's correct."
	"Very well...seeing as you have constructed a demonic plan to catch me in an unfaithful manner such as this in your pathetic vengeance over me I shall accept.  But on one extra condition.  You...are never to come back to Hartford ever again."
	"I understand.  That seems perfectly fine by me."
	"Really?  And here I expected resistance."
	"You'll only get it if you come up short on your end of the deal.  You will not harass Antoni, you will NOT bully him into doing whatever you want and you will give him my funding and classes."
	"And if he tries to claim anything against me?"
	"You leave that to me.  We shall speak of it no more and I'm sure that you of all people can...make up something about dedication to his work or pushing up the ladder or some legal bullcrap that prevented you from saying anything and it was all just a big misunderstanding."
	"You're not going to tell him everything?"
	"...I think the less people that know the true details of this the better and more easy it shall be to keep it under wraps.  Agreed?"
	"Agreed."
Richards slapped Skilton on the cheek of his rump grinning widely like a mischievous kid.  But Skilton simply grimaced huffing his breath out as they began to fine-iron the details of their arrangement.

Two Years Later

Delivered to: Mr. Alex Richards
Westbrook College
716 Stevens Avenue
Portland, Maine
04103

Dear Mr. Richard
It's been a long time since I replied, sorry but it has been rather crazy settling into things, and I've only just been able to find the time to write back to you.  How are you doing?  I hear Maine is quite cold this time of year so I hope you keep warm with some thick blankets on you.  The heating somehow feels worse in this school ever since I became a teacher, but I suppose that's because I'm near windows all the time now.  Your class is doing well, I would tell them about you but I think some students may not miss you so much as they missed their skin haha.  You were right, those three boys were asses, they came back to my classroom four months ago and even if they learnt not to run with beakers I still worry they might dare each other to drink carbolic acid or something stupid.
I am not sure what possessed Mr. Skilton to promote me to your old position with finance funded, I guess he really wanted to spite you out of something and to add insult to injury he promotes a janitor to it?  Did you say something to him, because I always felt that you had something to do with this being involved about things.  I know you're happy about it but I still feel rather guilty I have taken it from you, even if you were going to be fired very soon from it.
He is a very spiteful man, we both agree on that, and the less said about him the better.  I want to thank you again for giving me your apartment, it was really nice of you and I am sorry again about not mentioning where I lived previously and always trying to avoid people coming to my house for visiting over.  You understand I could have gotten into trouble about it and I had problems with my passport I could not discuss for legal sakes.  I have some good news at least, and I have been very excited to tell you about this for a long while.
Do you remember my last letters mentioning my friend Andrei coming over soon?  Well, he finally did, saved enough money and came over from Germany.  He's the closest friend I ever had, I was really worried about him the past few years because things are turning really hectic down in Europe and now I feel much more happy to know that he is safe with me.  Thank you again for the apartment, we decided that it would be best if we lived together just to save down on costs, mainly because we only know each other in this city.  Do you think perhaps one day you could come up to meet him sometime?  I've told him all about you and I'm sure he would love to meet you too.

Take care and keep wrapped yourself wrapped up warm up there.  I hope to hear from you soon.
Do widzenia

Antoni Bartoszek