Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2016 09:04:00 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTech Chapter 45

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm
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Chapter 45 – Meltdown


"Ah, Boy. So you are finally ready then?"

"Uumm.. yes Sir."

Andy's voice sounded croaky, appearing in the doorway having redressed as
requested he was feeling distinctly apprehensive and unsure how to react to
Peter's changed persona, it being so different to when they worked together
at school. Peter's eyes went straight to the fly of his jeans where the
bulge confirmed that the white underwear borrowed from Tim had already had
the desired effect.

"Does your white underwear fit you Boy?"

"Little bit big.. Sir." he looked down to see the obvious lump and flushed
knowing Peter was staring at it.

"Baggy eh?"

"It's, it's that funny material.. Sir." at least he had remembered to say
Sir, to Peter it seemed the magic was working.

"Funny eh? Well Boy, then I suppose I'll have to inspect them." said Peter
very firmly and leaving Andy in no doubt who was in charge.

"Oh!" Andy gulped. If this were just the start of role play, what else
would happen?

"Boy, remember you say, oh Sir, not just, oh! D'you understand?"

"Yes.. Sir."

As nervous as he was, Andy realised deep down that he was already beginning
to enjoy the experience of being so submissive, as confirmed by his very
hard cock.

"Now Boy, go and stand in that corner and wait till I'm ready for
you. Hands behind your back and no playing with yourself." Peter pointed to
the wall on his right. "If I catch you looking at what is happening to this
other unfortunate Boy, you will regret it. You understand?"

"Yes Sir." in passing Andy quickly glanced at Tim still fully dressed and
standing silently facing the opposite wall.

"Good." Peter turned to Tim. "Now then you, come over here."

To Andy the whole situation was like nothing he had ever imagined before,
unable to watch he listened avidly hoping to guess what was going on behind
him. From what he could glean from Peter's commands and the various sounds
it seemed Tim had been summoned to stand in front of Peter and was made to
lie across his knee.

The sound of clothes rustling confused the picture although the distinctive
sound of hand on buttock with Tim counting each stroke out loud was quite
unmistakable, little guesswork was required to know what was happening. The
situation made Andy feel very vulnerable if not extremely aroused, so
engrossed he was quite unsure whether it had lasted for five minutes or
fifteen during which he unwittingly became totally immersed in the role
play.

"Right, that'll do for moment. Boy, get back and face the wall and wait."

The sound of Peter standing up and pushing the chair back signalled to Andy
that it was his turn and there was no escape. Almost immediately he felt a
cold sweat, the uncertainty of not knowing what was to befall him coupled
with Peter's assured performance in dealing with Tim had him worried what
was going to happen.

"Now then, Boy," said Peter turning to him, "do you still you want to go
through with this?"

Andy gulped, it was time for the big decision, he stuttered. "I, I do Sir."

"Excellent," said Peter moving closer towards him, "remember Boy, all you
have to do is say Morris Minor if you want me to stop."

"Yes Sir..  but, but I think... I, I'll be alright." brave words indeed!

Without further warning Peter, now standing immediately behind suddenly
grasped his waist firmly with both hands making him shudder. Very slowly
and deliberately he felt his way all around, when on reaching the button at
the front he allowed his hands to drop down to explore the full length of
Andy's erection through the jeans.

"What's this Boy?"

Andy's mouth was dry, which was more than the end of his cock was, the
situation exacerbated by Peter's roving hands. He stuttered. "It's, it's me
cock.."

"Me cock?" exclaimed Peter. "It's my cock, Sir! Isn't it Boy? Never forget
the Sir."

Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself and well aware that in the short
space of time Andy had already progressed to a heightened state of
arousal. Remaining behind him the bodily examination continued upwards,
this time feeling for the buttons on Andy's old pale blue shirt, undoing
them one by one until it gaped open.

"What's this you've got on under here then Boy?" asked Peter peeling the
shirt from his shoulders and allowing it to fall, suspended only where
tucked into his jeans.

"It's me vest... Sir.." he mumbled, coherent speech was still a problem.

"Bit pansy isn't it Boy?"

"Uumm.." whilst Andy was stuck for an answer, he was loving every second of
it.

It wasn't so much pansy as Aertex, as lent by Tim. Not being the healthy
outdoor type, Andy's skin was creamy white, a perfect match for the Aertex
mesh. Neither was he particularly muscle bound, but what he was in Peter's
eye was incredibly attractive, just why he hadn't realised it before when
they had been working together for so long now really amazed him. All that
and a couple of weeks under the magically legal age twenty-one, made all
the more attractive several times over since he looked barely more than
sixteen. Seeing him standing there partially undressed, his hairless chest
with white arms draped in the oversize Aertex vest, made him appear even
younger still. It was now Peter who was having extreme difficulty
controlling himself.

"I suppose you've even got the pansy matching underpants on have you Boy?"
asked Peter, having to clear his throat before he could even ask the
question.

Andy could only nod and prayed things were not getting too wet down below,
well aware he was currently experiencing an unprecedented flow of precum.

"We'd better have a look, hadn't we Boy?"

Yes, yes, Sir..." mumbled Andy trying not to show his excitement.

The shirt was pulled from Andy's jeans and discarded on the floor, Peter's
hands eagerly reached around to undo the button on the jeans and very
slowly, pressing on the bulge the zip was pushed down. Andy was clenching
his fists and squeezing his legs together in desperation hoping to avert
ejaculation as the jeans were slowly allowed to fall to his knees.

"Hhhmm... yes!"

Peter's response to seeing the baggy seat of the briefs was one of sheer
delight. Moments later he was feeling around Andy's waist as before,
although this time when he reached the fly he immediately cupped the wet
patch that contained the slimy head of Andy's cock in the palm his hand and
squeezed it.

"Your pants are very wet, I hope you haven't cum in them already have you
Boy?"

"Nearly!" croaked Andy, willing himself not to ejaculate. "Please don't
squeeze it!"

"Don't squeeze it, Sir!" repeated Peter withdrawing his hand. As much as he
wanted Andy to ejaculate in his hand, he couldn't allow him to climax too
quickly.

Andy moaned in desperation barely managing to hold back whilst another blob
of spunk joined the rest that had already been absorbed by the mesh.

"Turn round then Boy and tuck that vest into your pants, then come over
here."

Andy swivelled around to see Tim facing the opposite wall, dressed in what
looked like Lyle and Scott matching vest and briefs, the briefs though were
hanging around his knees to expose a pair of bright red buttocks.

"Come on, hurry up Boy we haven't got all day."

Sat on a hard chair Peter watched as Andy tucked the vest into the briefs
as instructed, the wet spot had really grown and only being thin mesh
allowed every detail of Andy's cock to be on display. Embarrassed not only
by his appearance, but by the modest size of his cock and still very wary
of the impending involuntary ejaculation, Andy began to awkwardly hobble
over, the jeans still around his ankles.

"Come here Boy, now lie across my leg here."

Peter was patting his right knee, he took a deep breath as Andy rather
awkwardly lay across him and shuffled about trying to keep his
balance. Without wasting a second Peter's hands were roving around on his
buttocks smoothing out the creases in the Aertex briefs.

"Now Boy, I'm just going to give you a few light taps to warm your bottom
up."

"Warm it up? Sir.." mumbled Andy unsure quite what it meant. Although
whatever he was expecting, Peter really didn't give it more than a few very
half-hearted slaps allowing he to visibly relax a little.

"Good, that wasn't too bad was it? Boy."

However outwardly attractive the sight of Andy's bottom was clad in the
briefs, Peter was really thinking of the contents and the deliciously slimy
looking head of the none too large organ he had just seen.

"Now, we'll start with six stokes and you count them back to me, you
understand?"

"Yes Sir." Andy thought he was safe in the knowledge that spanking didn't
hurt.

Thwack! "Oww!" it did hurt, even if he was still wearing his briefs.

"Don't say Oww, Boy! Start counting from one!"

 Thwack! "Oww! One!"

"Thwack! "Oww! Two!"

Eventually after much squealing from Andy they reached six, Tim in the
other corner was desperately trying to stifle laughter as indeed was Peter,
it seemed Andy's pain threshold wasn't much more than the initial warm up
strokes!

"You're a total wimp Boy!" exclaimed Peter, hoping he sounded
serious. "We're going to repeat this in a minute so you can count every
stroke properly without those silly noises.

"Yes, yes Sir." Andy stared down at the carpet more worried that he would
ejaculate over Peter's leg than the spanking.

Peter gave in to his desires and began to massage the fine pair of buttocks
that glowed faintly through the mesh of the briefs. Starting to rub in a
circular pattern he could tell after a couple of minutes Andy was visibly
relaxing beneath his hands. At that point he changed the motion to begin
kneading the buttocks which had the effect of stretching and relaxing
Andy's sphincter. The time was drawing close when it would be opportune to
continue the massage without the briefs.

"Right Boy, you count the strokes and none of that squealing!" announced
Peter firmly. "If you get it wrong, we start again. Right?"

"Uumm yes... Sir."

"Thwack! "Oww! One!

Thwack! "Oww.. two!"

Thwack! "Oww.. three!"

After the sixth stroke Peter said. "Right now we're going to repeat that,
but without the Oww's, you understand?"

"Yes, yes Sir." mumbled Andy, well aware his buttocks were stinging, but
not that they were beginning to take on a delightful rosy glow.

Without warning Peter suddenly pulled the waistband of the briefs down to
beneath his bottom, yet leaving them around his cock. He took a deep breath
and peered between the cheeks thinking that the boy Adam had been extremely
lucky only the day before!

"Wot.. now?" shrieked Andy, the cold air meeting his hot buttocks.

"It's not just wot, Boy," Peter's hand made contact with the nearest mound,
"it's, what now Sir! Isn't it Boy?"

"Yes, yes Sir." stuttered Andy.

"Good, now count then Boy. You're a big boy you don't need your pants on
now!"

"Oh no.. no.. will it hurt?" continued Andy being a total coward at heart.

"You mean, will it hurt, Sir?" replied Peter. "Of course it will, but
you'll enjoy it!"  Thwack! "Oww! One!"

Thwack. "Oww...Oww! Two!"

Andy squirmed around on Peter's knee so that by the time of the sixth
stroke there could be no doubt that things were literally hotting up with
his bottom really starting to sting and take on colour.

"Are you alright Boy?" enquired Peter pulling the briefs back up, very
conscious that it was Andy's first spanking and that he didn't want to put
him off.

"I think so.. Sir.. just!" mumbled Andy, who was starting to appreciate the
pleasure a combination of pain, humiliation and being restrained whilst
feeling so vulnerable sexually could induce.

"Good. Now then, lets rub it better again shall we."

"Oh yes, Sir!" Andy breathed a sigh of relief.

To which Peter added. "But, don't think this is the end of your spanking
Boy, it's only the beginning!"

"Oh!"

Massaging was a task that Peter took on with great enthusiasm, his hands
knew exactly what they doing. Starting with a circular motion they
progressed as before to kneading his buttocks to again produce groans of
delight as Andy's hole was stretched to winking point. Then, totally
relaxed and just when feeling the massage couldn't get any better he found
the briefs being pulled down to allow Peter to repeat the massage on his
bare bottom. Understandably from Peter's point of view, the kneading of the
buttocks had to ensure a repeat of winking and to facilitate matters he
decided something was needed to aid the massage and magically produced a
bottle of Johnsons baby oil from under his chair.

On starting the massage for the third time it wasn't even seconds before
Andy was yet again moaning in delight, Peter's hands sliding all around,
every so often with a feather light touch to draw a lubricated finger up
between his buttocks. A little later, the drawing of the finger moved on to
stroking the full length of his crack and before Andy realised it circling
slowly around his hole just as a bird of prey might sight it's quarry. So
light was Peter's touch that Andy didn't even flinch when the finger, now
so well lubricated was gently inserted, withdrawn and reinserted. The move
was repeated several time before being finally pushed home, it was
certainly a different approach to when Andy played with himself and merely
rammed his finger up inside as far as it would go to jab wildly at his
prostate.

The upside of the experience was that Andy had become so excited he was
unable to stem the dribble of precum, something which rarely happened and
in itself was testament to Peter's skilful manipulations. However, the
downside was he was desperately afraid he was going to ejaculate
prematurely and not only embarrass himself, but by doing so might
effectively curtail the spanking session since there would be no climax to
aim for.

Regardless of the consequences he pushed himself into Peter's lap as the
finger continued to probe his bottom, wriggling and squirming with all
thoughts of the pain from the spanking having melted away. Spurred on by
Andy's very favourable reaction it was in Peter's opinion an ideal time to
find out exactly just what exactly was concealed in his trousers that he
would often play with in his white lab coat.

"What have we got here then Boy?"

The fingers of Peter's right hand continued to explore internally while his
left hand started on it's journey underneath to worm it's way under the
Aertex waistband and thence inside to investigate the cause of the soaking
wet briefs.

"You sure you haven't cum Boy, it's a hell of a mess in here?"

"No.. no.. Sir.." gasped Andy, willing himself not to ejaculate.

Unbeknown to Andy, Peter had become really very, very aroused and was quite
determined to explore every part of his body whilst he had both the
opportunity and mandate to do so. It was inevitable that Peter's left hand
would bring the session to a close as clearly from Andy's involuntary body
movements he was fast approaching losing all control especially with a
finger up his bottom and the slippery head of his cock nestling in the palm
of Peter's hand.

Despite all his recent sexual activity Andy still managed to produce an
incredible amount of semen, oozing between Peter's fingers and through the
mesh of the Aertex briefs to fall onto Peter's trouser leg. Such was the
commotion as Andy jerked about that even Tim standing facing the wall
disobeyed his orders to see what was happening. Andy, with his bare bottom
proudly sticking up in the air and legs thrashing about was precariously
balanced over Peter's knee. It appeared as best Tim could make out, that
Peter was managing to retain his hold on Andy's pulsing cock and continue
to masturbate him even as he bucked wildly around in some danger of falling
to the floor.

Slowly the spasms subsided leaving Andy looking distinctly lifeless and
slumped over Peter, with his head dangling downwards. Peter was looking
pretty drained himself and shuffled awkwardly on the chair under the dead
weight. Although not solely under Andy's weight, since in the excitement he
had produced an enormous quantity of precum and only just managed to
refrain from ejaculating in his trousers.

"Tim, it's no good, we've got to give up for today," gasped Peter looking
down at the lifeless body, "the poor sods had it now!"

"Shit! You're right, he's flat out." replied Tim realising he was going to
have to abandon his spanking and moving over to look. "You don't look too
hot either!"

"Yeah, well!" Peter grinned. "If you get dressed and nip in the bathroom,
there's a bloody great blue bath towel, we'll put it over the sofa and lay
him out on it."

"D'you reckon he's he alright?" asked Tim grabbing his trousers and quickly
pulling them on. "He looks absolutely bloody knackered."

"I think he's in meltdown! Sounded from what he said earlier he's had far
too much going on lately and it's done for him. He needs a rest."

"Right, well stay there and don't you dare turn him over till I come back!"
Tim grinned, "I wanna see what he's got, especially as he's wearing my
Aertex set!"

"We shouldn't really be looking at him.. should we, I mean really?" said
Peter as Tim returned carrying the blue towel. "It doesn't seem quite
right, because he really trusts us and all that.

"No, no I don't suppose we should really, but," Tim rubbed the front of his
trousers, "but, let's be honest Pete, we both want to see what he's got
don't we?"

"Of course we do, it's the game we're in isn't it? It just seems a bit
unfair that's all, like we're taking advantage just because he's out for
the count." said Peter, his cock twitching in anticipation beneath Andy's
stomach.

"Yes, I know all of that and totally understand what you're saying." Tim
raised his eyebrows. "But, since he is here and we know we'll get to see it
when he's twenty-one, well I reckon it'll be alright to have a quick
preview now! What d'you think?"

"I mean, well uumm.. well, I suppose if he's out like this, well
uumm.. he's not going to know we've looked is he? And, we've got to roll
him onto the towel anyway." Peter glanced longingly down at the red
buttocks. "Besides which, if we don't do it I'm going to cum in me pants!"

"You're bloody useless!" Tim grinned. "Well let's get on with it before he
wakes up!"

"Alright, but just so I don't too feel guilty about breaking his trust I'm
telling myself we only saw his cock by accident when we put him on the
sofa." Peter looked and sounded very unconvinced by his own argument.

"Of course," Tim continued to grin, "whatever you say Pete."

"Oh fuck it Tim! Who am I kidding! Come on let's get him on that bloody
towel, I want to see what he's got!"




Alfie had quickly become bored with arranging his new bedroom and by way of
entertainment in the hope of catching Mark and Martin doing something they
ought not, he had decided to pay a surprise visit across the landing to
Mark's bedroom.

Earlier egged on by Martin, Mark hadn't just changed into the disgusting
Y-fronts but had also put on his old jeans which were equipped with the
self-opening fly and hand sized holes in the pockets to allow for easy
genital manipulation. The two boys were standing side by side ostensibly
looking out of the window, whereas in fact Martin actually had his right
hand well inside Martin's bottomless jeans pocket. Not only inside the
pocket, but also inside the heavily stained briefs where he was proving to
be very adapt at controlling the seepage from with Mark's throbbing
cock. To Martin not having a foreskin of his own to play with, found it
something of a novelty being able to toy with Mark's, even if it did entail
having to frequently rub off the detritus which stuck to his fingers.

Of course, in reality Martin couldn't contain the constant weep of precum,
no more than he could contain Mark's explosive climax which occurred within
the first couple of minutes. However, they were both delighted with the
result even if they were splattered with semen which miraculously found
it's way everywhere. The brunt of the discharge being over Martin's hand
which had been wrapped around the head of Mark's cock.

Congratulating each other on their joint achievement and the quantity of
semen which Mark had, despite earlier ejaculation just managed to produce
the spell was shattered by Alfie suddenly opening the bedroom door.

"Fuck!" hissed Martin in panic, desperate to withdraw his hand before it
was noticed.

"Wot's you two doing?" Alfie strained his eyes to the limit in the hope of
catching sight of something, anything that looked as though it might
connect them sexually since they were standing so close together.

"Don't you ever fucking knock?" snapped Mark looking over his
shoulder. "You just fucking wait, I'll fucking come in your fucking room
and catch you fucking playing with yerself one day!"

"You don't wanna let dad hear you fucking swearing like that!" as Alfie
giggled and momentarily lost concentration it offered Martin an ideal
opportunity to speedily withdraw his very slimy hand from Mark's jeans
pocket. "Anyway wot you doing?"

"We's only looking out the window, seems yer mum and dad is taking that
awful Patti girl back home." said Martin flushed with his success, yet not
daring to put the offending hand in his own pocket and contaminate it.

"Yeah, she's a right little cow ain't she? Well let's have a butchers
then."

Alfie walked over to the window aiming to push himself between them, having
just decided to turn the situation to his advantage. After being recently
caught in the front garden by Andy when he coerced Martin into comparing
cocks, he had since had several such themed fantasies and was looking for
an excuse to touch Martin.

"Looks like Soph's going for the ride as well." said Mark in an attempt to
further divert attention from what they had been doing, he watched as his
sister get into the back of the Rover along with Patti. "Sod off the
fucking pair of 'em!"

"Maybe it's more like they're gonna get a gert bollocking for touching each
up!" added Martin finding he was suddenly being shoved roughly sideways by
Alfie with what he felt was with a pair of roving hands.

"Bleeding hell, wot you pushing in for?" said Mark finding he was forced to
move along as well.

"Cor, Mart wot's all this stuff you got over yer hand?" exclaimed Alfie
ignoring his brother and standing closely against Martin.

"Wot!" Martin's face fell. "Wot's mean?"

Alfie was looking at his hand and rubbing the fingers together where he had
made contact after purposely pushing up against Martin. Whatever was now on
them felt very familiar and even more suspiciously, just like the very same
stuff he would lick off his fingers after an orgasm.

"I, I dunno wot you means." stuttered Martin well aware he had been caught
and that being a hopeless liar, he immediately turned bright red to confirm
his guilt.

"Wotever is it?" announced Alfie innocently, before thoroughly sniffing it
and adding in feigned surprise. "Mart... it ain't... wank is it?"

"Oh fucking hell!" said Mark to himself knowing he now was looking equally
guilty and tried to distance himself further from Alfie by shuffling along
the window.

"Oh, Mart it's spunk innit! How d'you get it over yer hand?" exclaimed
Alfie in superlative theatrical surprise, throwing caution, inhibitions,
all social niceties and whatever else to the wind. "Who cum then?"

Martin was speechless, if purple with embarrassment.

"Oh, I get it Mart, it's him innit?" continued Alfie excitedly
gesticulating in Mark's direction. "He ain't made you rub his smelly willy
has he? He makes me do that, then I has to suck it and all that `orrible
gert lumpy cheese stuff is stuck to it!"

Mark was also speechless and purple with embarrassment, but with the added
dimension of a growing murderous intent.

"You little fucking cunt!" hissed Mark menacingly after a few stunned
seconds. "Just fucking shut up or, or I'll break yer fucking neck for
telling him that!"

The intimate revelations really were proving to be the stuff that could
only result in cringing embarrassment for Mark and he looked truly
horrified, sibling style fellatio was one secret he thought would never be
aired. And, now that Martin knew of Mark's very intimate secret, it
instantly became clear to Alfie that his disclosure had gone too far he and
that he should begin to fear for his life.

"Mark, it don't matter `cause I ain't telling nobody." said Martin hoping
to forestall further internecine strife on realising this should have been
a genuine Class A secret.

"Help.. dad!" called out Alfie vainly as Marks foot was stuck out to
impeded his exit.

"Shut yer fucking face you little fucking cocksucker, I'll fucking teach
you!" cried Mark grabbing hold of Alfie's shirt to prevent escape. "They're
ain't nobody yer to fucking help and your gonna do something now you'll
never fucking tell anybody and then you'll have a real fucking secret to
keep!"

"No!"

"Fucking yes!"

With his free hand Mark was battling to unfasten the button on the old blue
jeans, without the zip having any effect they fell quickly to the floor
revealing, the all too familiar sight of the old spunky Y-fronts complete
with their own distinctive aroma.

"Ooh fuck yes.. yes!" muttered Martin, despite Mark having so recently
ejaculated the wet fly of the filthy briefs still appeared to be rapidly
expanding before his eyes.

"No.. no, not yer smelly cock again!" groaned Alfie, although not so much
in fright as in anticipation. "But.. but.. if I sucks it can we be friends
again?"

"I don't fucking know. Maybe we can, but you gotta make me cum first! And,
if you ever says anything to anybody about this I'll gonna tell all the
boys in me class and they'll be queuing up for you to suck 'em off in the
bog!"

"Wot! No!" Alfie went very pale and momentarily stopped struggling, Martin
who was watching closely was unsure whether that response was in fear or
expectation!

"Yeah, every fucking one of 'em and," said Mark deciding to embellish
matters somewhat, "and, if you thinks me willy's dirty then you got gert
surprises to come!"

Unseen by Alfie, Mark winked at Martin who looked quite relieved that the
conflict was fictional, never having imagined that Mark could put on such a
good an act.

"Oh no, no! I ain't gotta do him as well have I?" suddenly exclaimed Alfie,
finding himself again in the leading role of the production or should that
be seduction? He pointed to Martin, more specifically to the protuberant in
his jeans, the woeful tone of his voice a direct contradiction to the
mounting excitement at the prospect of actually getting to attend to Martin
as well.

"Course you fucking do!" confirmed Mark much to both Alfie and Martin's
delight.

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Chap 46 to follow