Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2008 12:33:17 -0600
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 107

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional occurrences.  It contains sexual acts between males
in high school as well as with males beyond high school age.  There are
scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this subject
matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please
exit now.  You have been warned.  This story is the property of the author
under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written
consent.  Otherwise enjoy.  Emails expressing interest or wishing further
information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the
innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally
- has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not.  Also
descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints.  You
understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly.  Again,
do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or
activities which can be classified as bdsm.  Finally, thanks to all you
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years.  This
next chapter took too long, but hope you enjoy it.  So many more guys want
their story told, and all I could do was agree.

(NOTE: Although this is a "stand-alone" story, the reader is STRONGLY
advised to begin at the beginning.  The characters in this chapter,
especially the elusive and always hairy Doctor "Kroos", even Billy's dad
Joe, will make more sense then.)

Chapter 107


June 22

	"You know we are in serious trouble" Doctor Reynolds had to voice
what Kroos was thinking.  But he could tell they were in agreement, they
were caught in the same trap, joined as tightly as if their leg irons were
physical.  Although Kroos was the one pacing the floor.

	"And what are we going to do then?" Kroos looked over at him, not
sure what anyone could do, or even if their usual devil's bargains could
help now "Mister Connors has the tape and..."

	"And yes, he has agreed to turn a blind eye... so far... if..."
Reynolds rubbed his tired eyes "if we continue to keep him informed and
involved to a certain degree.  He assured me we will not be subject to
prosecution if..."

	"This word 'if' is a noose around my neck I fear."

	"As it is around mine, don't forget.  But he assures us the amount
of immunity will correspond to how much we play by his rules."

	"And what are those rules?  Exactly?" Kroos had been waiting the
last two days to hear this answer "must I continue to make myself available
for his sexual gratification?"  Kroos was still sore and walking with some
stiffness after taking the Chief's thick hard cock up his ass.  He was sore
and embarrassed but his morning hardons were more dramatic than he was
accustomed to.

	"I don't believe so" the doc stopped half-way down the hall "he
appears to be biding his time on that score.  But..."

	"But what?"

	"There may be occasions when our observation room has... an
occupant.  Or several.  And..." Reynolds shoved the prescription pad into
Kroos' hands.  On it he had scrawled: this place may be wiretapped.

	"I understand" Kroos balled up the top sheet and buried it in his
pocket "implicitly" staring at the linoleum floor.  Kroos was grateful to
the aging doc for his surprising cooperation and yet harboring doubts about
his final role in all this.  But the doc's almost unshakeable calm in the
face of growing concerns eased some of Kroos' misgivings. Not that Kroos
truly expected anything else from his associate.  At first Kroos suspected
the doc had a certain attraction to him, perhaps something more than a
professional bond.  When Kroos understood that the doc's wife's family
members were also "persons of interest" it all made sense.  Both of them
were over a similar, dangerous barrel, both of them in shackles.  And it
brought them closer in a curious way "perhaps you should take the afternoon
off, you have been working -- "

	"We have both been working very hard.  But I cannot ask more of you
-- "

	"It would be my honor" Kroos put his meaty hand on the thin
shoulder "please.  You look exhausted."

	"There are only two more patients for today" Reynolds rubbed his
forehead "a high school student, John Beidler..."

	"Have we seen him before?"

	"I saw him Thursday and he's here for his test results.  The other
patient is a Joseph Herms.  He's the -- "

	"Herms.  That name is familiar."

	"Perhaps you have been to his store?"

	"Perhaps" Kroos finished arranging the room, wishing their
receptionist nurse could work Saturdays.  Perhaps it might become possible
with the increasing number of patients, with the increased revenue flowing
through their humble office "but now I must insist you go home and rest.  I
will see to our last patients.  Please?"

	"Very well" Reynolds put his hand on Kroos' large shoulder
"remember no matter what happens, I am very glad to have you here.  You are
the best associate anyone could ask for."

	"Thank you, that is heartfelt and most appreciated" looking around
the room to break the contact "I will see to our young patient and you will
see to that headache.  Doctor's orders" forcing a small thin laugh.



	Hearing the doc gather his belongings and head down the hall, Kroos
gathered his equipment and headed for the reception room door.  He tucked
his clipboard under his thick elbow to open it.  He did not expect what he
saw.

	Sitting there was that same young guy from Thursday with an
expression on his face like Kroos had caught him rifling the medicine
cabinet.  Across the room facing him was a gentleman in his late-thirties
wearing jeans and t-shirt, almost hiding behind his newspaper.  The guy
looked like he stumbled from some prolonged camping trip, judging by the
condition of his clothes.  By contrast the young kid's clothes looked like
they were freshly stolen from the mall.  Kroos had to stop himself from
looking for the still-attached labels.

	"Ja-John?  John Beidler?" Kroos tried to choke back his reaction.
He dreaded to think the kid might remember him, remember what had happened
what had ALMOST happened -- Thursday.

	"Yeah, call me Jack" he stood up, extending his hand "almost don't
recognize ya wearin -- "

	"A-a-and you must be Joseph -- "

	"Joe!  Shit, nobody calls me Joseph" Joe Herms lumbered over as
well, all two-twenty pounds of dirty blond bear, good-natured and shrugging
carefree "oh right!  No swearin in front of the kid" giving him a wary
glance.

	"I ain't no kid!" Jack snarled.  Best to start off with major
attitude, he reminded himself.

	"Don't I know that" Joe smiled a sly smile, guessing the kid did
not recognize him in his casual clothes "sorry.  Hey doc, maybe ya can give
the kid something for...?"

	"For what?" Jack tugged at himself.  Like that did anything but
make his returning erection more obvious "hey, what ya lookin at?"

	"Nothing I guess, but" Joe's smile evaporated "that's not what I
was talking about.  Doc the kid's been almost jumping outa his skin outa
his chair this whole time.  Can't ya give'm something to relax?" a sly nod
at the kid's pants "like that for one?  I mean when I was a kid his age
-- "

	"I AIN'T no kid!"

	"But you sound just like my... kid" Joe underlined that word "must
be your age.  Sixteen?"

	"Seventeen!" Jack shouted like he'd been called something worse
than wuss "shit!"

	"Watch the language son" Kroos shook his head "just because..."

	"Don't worry pops" Jack edged away from Joe "didn't mean to shock
ya old dudes.  You gramps ain't useta all this talk and stuff" again
tugging at the waist of his pants, his erection now standing out in higher
relief.

	"If you're my kid you'd be over my knee with a sore butt!"

	"Yeah bet you would" Jack looked back and forth between Kroos and
this Joe guy, wondering which one now was the hotter of the two.  A real
serious dilemma, he told himself "yeah, put me over that knee Joe, pull
down my pants like, beat my ass with your bare hand until my butt got all
red and hot, that what you're hoping?"

	"Jack that will be enough" Kroos had terrible suspicions of what
the kid was capable, and with everything else going on, did not want to
jeopardize any more situations.  He hoped this Joe Herms was a decent
fellow but did not want anything to upset him.  And this young patient had
"trouble" written all over him.  There was something disarming about how
innocent he looked, his wavy blond hair and green eyes, his youthful face
and well toned body, the perfect boy next door.  Then he would open his
mouth and this demon from Hell would fly forth!  Kroos wanted to laugh if
it were not so unfunny.

	"Yeah, bet that would get your crank" Jack smiled "speaking of
wood..." looking at the front of Joe's jeans "bet somethin's stirring right
now, right... dad?"

	"S-s-so... doc" Joe turned away from this kid, facing the doc "so
tell me my appointment is first?"

	"I can wait" Jack volunteered "let daddy bear here go first"
looking at Kroos like a fly in his web "me'n the doc have all day, right
doc?"

	"We only need to review your test results" Kroos did not want to
spend more time with this kid than necessary "Mister Herms here could wait
five minutes, is that possible?"

	"No way, ain't happening" Jack threw himself down on the chair
"I'll wait" eyes level with Joe's crotch "unless you're in a big hurry and
we... y'know go at the same time. And I get to see him get the finger up
the butt."

	"I can wait five minutes" Joe tried and tried but could not get the
image of bending Jack over his knee, pulling his pants down, rubbing that
bare ass, feeling up that warm flesh, knowing how aroused Billy -- NO I
mean Jack! -- might get!  Damn, did he really confuse this young man with
his own son?  Now that he got a good look, better than that fast glimpse at
the store or the sly glances in reception he surprised himself how very
similar they maybe looked, same hair color, same build.  Same provocative
mouth...

	"C'mon doc!" Jack pretended to leaf through a magazine "hurry up.
Him or me?"

	"Would you mind waiting five minutes?" Kroos looked at Joe "I will
make this as quick as possible."

	"Fine!" Jack jumped to his feet "let's do this!"

	"Go ahead" Joe sat down "I'll read something" picking up a copy of
Fishing Digest.

	"Read that Playboy y'were readin" Jack blurted over his shoulder
"that got ya all boned up before" and Kroos grabbed him and yanked him into
the corridor.

	"You will NOT" Kroos almost slammed him against the wall "NOT speak
to my patients that way, is that clear?"

	"Wow!" Jack's eyes bugged out, his back smarting from wall, his
front close enough to feel Kroos' anger "that was hot!  Almost as hot as
the other day!"

	"And furthermore, you will never NEVER mention that day again.  Is
that clear?"

	"Yeah right.  Like I didn't tell half the school -- "

	"Tell them WHAT?"

	"That there's this new stud of a doc working at old doc Reynolds
and he's like the hottest meat since -- "

	"Very well" Kroos released his grip "now I know you are simply
provoking me with your childish pranks" steering him into the exam room "I
will make this fast before you make up any more lies."

	"Ain't lies.  The whole school knows..."

	"Knows what?"

	"Knows..." Jack had to decide how this would land.  If he played
his usual bullshit-card he might fuck this up.  But if he played his
balls-to-the-wall-card he might score "knows what a... bullshitter I am"
lowering his head, a half-smile forming "how I make all this y'know, shit
up just to... y'know... get a rise outa people."

	"Like you were 'getting a rise' out of me Thursday?"

	"Or like that hot guy -- okay guilty okay? -- like Mister Herms
out there."

	"Why do you call him a hot guy?" Kroos opened the folder and
started reading Jack's file "do you find him attractive?  Do you have full
homosexual feelings?"

	"Yeah right" Jack's sarcasm landed on the exam table with his ass
"it's all..." looking away "it's a... a fuckin game okay?  Okay doc?"

	"Your behavior Thursday was more than a mere game" Kroos read the
history, finding much there "was that a game just now?  And if it were a
game, what was the purpose?"

	"Just to..." chewing his fingernail "y'know... just for shits and
grins..."

	"That does not explains your erections" Kroos closed the folder "or
the fact you grabbed my penis that day."

	"S-s-sorry about that" Jack felt the room getting hotter and hotter
"I do stuff like that, y'know kid stuff."

	"I believe..." Kroos remembered the file, drawing conclusions "you
are not being honest with me" handing him his results "or yourself.
Perhaps at your age, you are too young to process these feelings..."

	"I ain't too young!" Jack slammed the paper down into the table "I
am sick of always being called that!  I ain't a kid!"

	"Or understand the implications in full, then I recommend you act
like an adult" Kroos was too tired to argue "however... please consider me
your resource, your... friend... if you ever wish to discuss these or
similar matters in the future.  Discuss them in an ADULT manner, do I make
myself understood?"

	"Yeah doc... sorry..." Jack bit his lip.  It was now or never
"doc...?"

	"Yes Jack?"

	"Thursday?  Y'know when..."

	"I remember."

	"Were you like really angry when I..."

	"When you...?"

	"When I grabbed your cock?  I didn't mean to get -- "

	"That was completely inappropriate and -- "

	"So you hate me now right?"

	"Of course I do not hate you" Kroos sat down on the table next to
him "you are a patient.  A young patient.  And if you are having confusing
thoughts about..."

	"You were so boned" Jack's breathing grew patchy "and like wow!
naked and everything!  I never EVER saw a cock as big or hard..."

	"Of course at your age there is some curiosity about..."

	"You weren't mad?  You don't hate me?"

	"I do not hate you, you must accept that."

	"What if I told you..." Jack stepped over the line "I told you I
went to the bathroom and jacked off thinking about your... cock" his hand
landing on Kroos' crotch with all the finesse of a drunk falling off a
curb.  They both froze.



	"Y-y-your results" Kroos stood up, removing the hand from his lap.
He did not want to shock the young man any more than necessary.  Neither
did he want to alert him to what may have been the sound of their door
closing "if you wish to discuss these with me in the future I would make an
opening for you.  And Jack, as for what happened here, or what happened on
Thursday" lifting him off the table "you can talk with me about that any
time.  I do not consider it offensive or disgusting.  But if it causes you
concern, please make an appointment with the office and we can discuss this
further."

	"B-b-but..." Jack slid to his feet "you ain't gonna tell my folks
are you?  You ain't gonna tell them they got this big fag for a -- "

	"That word is off limits" Kroos burned a hole into Jack's eyes "is
that clear?  You will not refer to yourself or anyone else with that word!
It is a terrible destructive word and has no place here or anywhere .  Is
that clear?"

	"So you won't tell my par-- "

	"No I will not" Kroos went to the door "and neither will you use
that word again.  Are we agreed?"

	"Yeah..." Jack slunk through the open door "yeah... we're
agreed... thanks" and before Kroos could stop him he gave him a big hug.
And this time Joe Herms was standing there watching.

	"It's cool" Jack went back into jerkhead-brat mode "he don't like
guys... my age" smirking "he's into rugged blond dudes with wedding rings"
and before they could say anything, Jack ran into the reception room and
was gone.

	"What was that all about?" Joe looked at Kroos with a thousand
contrasting expressions.

	"Do not mind him too much" Kroos ushered Joe into the exam room "he
is at that age when..."

	"I know" Joe went in and sat on the crinkled paper-covered table "I
got one at home" tugging the ratty t-shirt over his head.  It was torn but
not dirty.  Exactly like Joe.



	The exam progressed with the usual clinical detachment Joe grew to
expect from his family doctor, the good Doctor Reynolds.  This was his
first contact with the new foreigner, and despite being big and
intimidating enough to cause some initial concern, Joe developed a certain
trust for the big bruiser.  Part of it had to do with Joe standing in his
baggy briefs with the biggest strangest hardon of his life and the good doc
taking it all in with humor and grace.  For that Joe was deeply grateful.

	"I will give you a few moments to... relax" Kroos took the tubes of
drawn blood to the door "while I deliver these to the second refrigerator.
This one appears to be full" hesitating at the door "I do ask you not
to... relieve yourself manually" Kroos smiled "in case we need a specimen"
almost winking "or your wife is waiting" and he closed the door behind him.

	Kroos hoped that Joe's arousal had nothing to do with the smell of
sex still clinging to that room like so much dark and sticky fog.  Or the
looks Joe stole at Kroos' body when he was busy with something.  Or the
young man did not hit any nerves in this good-natured, and very married
man.

	Kroos had worried the presence of a camcorder might cause further
concern for Joe so instead he went to the observation room and turned on
that secondary camera there.  The console was humming as designed and
everything seemed to be working well.  In the main room Joe sat nervously,
occasionally tugging at his hardon through his fly.  Kroos decided to watch
and wait a few moments, and see what he might do, or what information he
might gather.  And yes, Kroos watched him closely to assess his worthiness
for the upcoming research, to see if he had a part to play in the impending
experiments.

	It did not take long for Joe to pull his cock free and start a slow
and steady wanking, his significant cut dick jutting up dramatically.
Kroos could observe he was not masturbating for the purpose of orgasm,
rather slow gentle tugs like he was trying to prolong his pleasure
indefinitely.  Kroos was so busy observing he was barely aware of his own
erection starting to press against the side of the console.  There was
something soothing, almost intimate about watching another male in such a
private moment, a shared secret in a way.  Kroos relaxed and enjoyed Joe's
pleasure and was about to touch himself when the exam room door opened!
Jack!



	Jack had run out the office and down the stairs, expecting those
two to be hot on his trail, threatening to beat the living shit out of him.
If there was one thing he was good at, it was outrunning all those guys he
provoked.  No one had a mouth like his without good legs, not if they
wanted to live, he told himself.  He was in the parking lot when it hit him
like gull shit from a barren sky!  They were NOT chasing him, and neither
were they going to beat him up!  Neither was that big stud of a doc going
to rat him out to his parents.  He might survive this day after all.  And
not only survive but...

	That's when his testosterone-flooded brain got the better of him,
the idea forming like a mountain in his molehill skull.  That big Herms
dude would get his exam, get dressed and leave.  When he did the stud doc
would be there.  Alone!  And that's when Jack would "mysteriously" reappear
and do everything he could to get his hands on that slab of meat again.  He
would risk everything even a black eye, just to get a second chance.

	So that is what Jack did.  He tiptoed back up the stairs and back
into the office.  Empty, as he hoped.  He slipped into the hallway and
eavesdropped through the door, getting harder and hornier with each minute
of that muffled conversation.  Finally he could not take it any longer.  He
took off his sweaty shirt, stuffing it into his backpack feeling the damp
air move over his shiny chest.  When his shoes and socks followed he knew
he was really really crazy this time.  When his pants came off and he stood
there in just his boxers, his bone free of the fly, he knew he was
completely, one-hundred percent certifiable crazy.  Too bad.  He had to do
this.  Didn't the doc say he could come and talk with him anytime?  No time
like the present.

	He heard someone approach the door so he ran and hid around the
corner of the hallway dragging his overflowing backpack behind him.  As he
hoped, he heard footsteps leave the room and go down the hall.  The sound
of a door opening and closing told him that Herms had finally FINALLY gone!
It was just him and the big stud doc alone!  And when the big hairy stud
saw him standing there with his perfect toned body and his dripping cock,
he would grab Jack and --

	He walked back down the hallway back to the exam room door, telling
himself if he didn't have the balls to go in there, then he really was the
big fuckin fag everyone called him.  He grabbed his cock and took a deep
breath, then another, then a third for luck... then flew through that door
before he could stop himself.  He was two steps in the room before the
spinning starbursts could focus on the sight sitting there.  It was not
Kroos, it was Joe Herms!  Sitting there in all his blond hairy glory,
looking way more sexy that those dumpy clothes ever suggested to Jack's
scrutiny.  And not only was he sitting there looking like a stud on a
plate, he was jacking off!  And what he was jacking on almost made Jack
shoot off right then and there.  And all of that ran through his horny
brain in one point two seconds!

	"You!" they yelled at each other "what????"

	"What are you doing here?" at the same time.

	"But what?"

	"You?"

	"What are you doing?"

	"But you!"

	"Look at you!" at each other.

	"Wow..." from both of them.

	Joe was the first to recover.  He stuffed his hard cock back into
his fly, bent forward and hobbled over to find his pants.  All of that in
two point three seconds.

	"You shouldn't even be here, you left.  What you doing back here?"
it took all of Joe's efforts to take his eyes off Jack's smooth tight
chest, and those boxers with that perfect cock sticking straight out "you
think I was still here?" looking everywhere but at Jack's hardon "or you
expecting the doc?  You and the doc...?"

	"N-n-no... I mean" Jack's eyes were still bugging from what he
walked in on.  So getting his mouth to work was too much.  For a change.

	"So... I guess... y'know you and the doc... y'know..." Joe did not
see the kid making any effort to run and hide "you into that guy stuff?
Y'know... sex stuff like that?"

	"Like what?"

	"Y'know... gettin kinky with guys... y'know..." Joe stood there
with his jeans balled in front of crotch.  He could put them on and leave
and hope this whole afternoon never happened.  But the kid looked so much
like his son.  Too much like Billy "damn... like someone your own age at
the least?"

	"I... I... I..." Jack thought grabbing Kroos' cock was the hottest
thing in the world.  Now he was not so sure.  Standing in front of him was
this thick half-naked hairy guy, and it was Joe!  But not the dumpy dufus
too stupid to worry about, the dumb sucker he remembered from the store.
This guy here was Joe transformed like some Saturday morning action figure
into the sexiest, hottest adult he had ever imagined.  And knowing it was
somebody he knew and scorned made it even more tantalizing "so I... yeah
like... guys" almost under his breath.

	"You like what?" Joe heard it but did not believe it.

	"I like..." he took a deep breath "guys, okay?" and why he said it,
he ACTUALLY SAID IT, he could not explain.  Like some part of his brain
short-circuited and this terrible alien robot implant was now calling the
shots.  Something told him what he was doing was pure total madness.  And
as soon as it did, the metallic robot droned over it, drowning it out with
another louder and more sinister message.  Something like: you're not in
control, I am, you have no choice, I do, you can't say no, I'm in charge
now, you think you can walk away but if you do you'll never ever have
another chance to feel a cock in your mouth, and you're gonna do it, you're
gonna do it!

	"Well... ain't that something I never expected t'hear..." Joe never
thought he'd live to hear somebody actually admit to this.  And sure as
fuck not some kid half his age.  Talk about a sock to the gut "So what?
I'm supposed to think... that's..." Joe fumbled for the right word
"y'know... cool?"

	"C-c-cool?" went right to his cock "y'say kewl?" like Jack had any
idea what he was saying at that point.  But he knew this day was already
destroyed, his life destroyed.

	"Maybe" Joe heard the way Jack said that one word and that
confirmed his suspicions.  He HAD seen and heard this kid before, but the
hair was maybe longer and perhaps darker and

	"Y-y-you're sayin you're cool now with that?"

	"I dunno..." Joe knew very well "it's YOUR scene.  Y'know... you
and your buds... y'know... sleepovers... maybe..." Joe raised his eyes to
take in those bare feet "naked... stuff..."

	"Not those guys, like they're just scrawny kids..." Jack wanted
this to happen, bad "not kids like that.  I mean real guys!  Not kids,
guys!" seeing the confusion on Joe's face "like... adults.... like" he had
come this far "like you!"

	"Me?" Joe laughed, almost dropping his pants "yeah right!"

	"Big guys, h-hairy guys" he heard the inner alien voice prompting
him, pushing him over the edge "old enough to be my..."

	"Your dad?" Joe could not believe the kid did not recognize him,
did not connect the dots "old enough to..."

	"Old enough to spank me when I do bad shit.  Spank me,
and... and... any kinda fuckin shit they want -- "

	"Hey watch the mouth..." Joe felt the room starting to spin, his
head now swimming with the dangerous possibilities, young voices making a
thousand suggestions "son."

	"Or else what?" Jack folded his arms, throwing his shiny chest out
"whatya gonna do, dad?"

	"Damnit don't push your luck Jack..." Joe fought not to spill the
beans.

	"Fuck luck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Jack saw the button and pushed it
hard.

	"That's IT!" Joe's rage threw the pants aside and he lunged for
Jack.  They struggled and wrestled, Joe outweighing the kid by sixty pounds
at least.  But Jack was fast and slippery, and doing everything he could to
twist away when he saw something like genuine fury on the big man's face.
So it took twice as long but still inevitable Jack ended up face down and
bent over Joe's lap, his shorts yanked down to his ankles.  Joe lost it and
started raining blow after blow on that bare bottom, his own cock rubbing
against Jack's leg until he felt himself actually getting a boner.  Only
when he heard Jack gasping for breath did the hand of fury slow.  And then
the door opened.



	"You! What? Wait!" this time from three directions not two.  Kroos
saw the half-naked Joe Herms bent over the half-naked Jack Beitler and
could not process it fast enough.

	"What is going ON HERE?" he managed to bellow out with shock and
panic battling for control.

	"N-n-nothing!" Joe blurted and leapt, stuffed and hopped into his
pants "I was just leaving."

	"You are not leaving" from both Kroos and Jack simultaneously.  The
two looked at each other, shocked at each other all over again.

	"Wait!" Kroos bellowed, with less conviction "Joe please explain
what is going on.  And what are YOU DOING HERE?" at Jack "and dressed like
-- "

	"He thought y-y-you were me" Joe tried "I mean, he thought you were
here and instead..."

	"Found you?" looking at Jack "is that right?"

	"I thought he was gone" Jack pulled his shorts up, in no hurry to
sit "and..."

	"He was gonna 'surprise' you" Joe had his t-shirt on and was
struggling into his shoes, damn the socks.

	"Surprise me?"

	"He wanted to get into it with you" Joe thought he was stating the
obvious "like it's any business of mine.  Got it doc?" and he was
half-hopping towards the door.

	"Oh I think this is your business" Kroos threw his back against the
door "Joe this is VERY much your business.  Now."

	"Yeah?" Joe tried for the doorknob with little success "shit doc, I
got a wife and kid okay?"

	"Kid my age" Jack chimed in "ain't that right... dad?"

	"Knock it off" Joe turned on him next "you all but threw yourself
at me."

	"I seducing the big bad adult?" Jack's mouth was back "little
innocent teenage me?  I had YOU bent over the table?"

	"Knock it off!"

	"I had my dick in YOUR ass?"

	"HEY!" Joe came at him "shut your MOUTH!"

	"Make me!" and Kroos had to jump between them.  Not that it would
have been much of a fight.  Kroos had the impression he was keeping Jack
away from Joe and not the reverse.

	"Gentlemen gentlemen!" Kroos almost wished he had not turned off
the air-conditioning as ordered "this fighting will stop!  This is a
doctor's office not a -- "

	"Locker room" Jack blurted out.

	"Wrestling match" Joe blurted out.

	"Neither" Kroos interrupted them both "now you!" looking at Jack
"need to put on your clothes and go home before you do something you will
regret.  And you" looking at Joe "need to get out of those clothes and back
on the table and -- "

	"Can I watch?" Jack's mouth would not let up.

	"No!" from both of them.

	"No seriously I want to watch" Jack heard that little voice in his
ear, and it was not metallic this time "I want to stay and see the rest."

	"Get lost!"

	"Make me!"

	"Doc I'm gonna do something I'm gonna regret" Joe knew he was
losing the battle not to blow the whistle on the kid.  To protect himself
if for no other reason.

	"Joe, please stay.  As soon as young Mister Beidler leaves -- "

	"And miss the show?" Jack resigned, letting the inner demon have
full reign.

	"I mean it doc!  Get him outa here before -- "

	"Before y'mess yer jeans?" Jack continued to jab, looking for the
weak spot.

	"Before I tell the doc here y'were -- "

	"Yeah yeah, I was seducing you, what a crock of shit!"

	"That will be enough" Kroos saw the situation deteriorating with
the speed of a rider less horse "Joe I cannot ask you to do something you
don't want but..."

	"Okay, if this little fucker's gonna stay, then" Joe had no
intention of getting into another situation with the brat.  Neither was he
going to let that delinquent out of his sight for a minute, not after what
Kroos almost witnessed, not after he felt the lump in his throat go
straight for his crotch "let'm.  It's his funeral."

	"See?  I ain't leaving" Jack pushed the button hard "not like you
want me going home and talk to my parents about what sick shit goes on in
this place."

	"What?"

	"You heard me" looking at Kroos "not sure which one worse. You
running some skanky pornshow here or you" looking at Joe "getting arrested
for child molesting" and it started all over again.  This time Kroos wanted
to kill the kid before Joe had the pleasure.

	"You lay another hand on me" Jack looked at Kroos "and I'm talking"
looking at Joe "unless I want you to, that is.  Got it?"

	"Now I'm callin your bluff kid" Joe knew better than to let some
kid the same age as his son Billy pull that shit, not after he recognized
Jack from the store "go ahead, see if anyone believes you.  See how far
y'get!"

	"I mean it."

	"So do I" Joe stared him down "and I'm sure as hell bigger'n you.
So just try and tell your daddy what the big bad men made you do.  Try it!"

	"No!  We need to discuss this like adults" Kroos hoped it was an
idle threat and now Joe's actions were making a horrible situation worse.
Because if this situation blew up in his face this early in the game, too
much would be damaged "before..."

	"Before I report your skinny ass to the cops for shoplifting!" Joe
could not hold it longer "two tackle boxes and a goddamn radial saw!  Don't
think I don't have it on tape!"

	"You're fulla shit!" Jack's eyes told the two Joe was not.  Kroos
watched his afternoon turn inside out.

	"So Jack, you tell the cops we were molesting you and I tell them
you're nothing but a punk shoplifter with the store tapes to prove it.
Who're they gonna believe?" Joe's chest forced Jack to backpedal two steps
"Call my bluff, I'd like that!"

	"Fuck you!" Jack took two more steps back and tried for the door.
He made it as far as the knob and stopped "fuck... fuck this."

	"So doc..." Joe looked at the kid wilt "I'm guessin your patient
is... ready to cooperate.  Ain't that right Jack?"

	"Yes... sir."

	"Good" Joe finished dressing "we understand each other.  You shut
up and we shut up.  Doc?  Can we do this another time?"

	"Of course we can or..." Kroos looked at the two, the image of
their half-naked bodies still fresh in his mind.  He did not want to push
Joe, did not want to antagonize someone as well respected in the community
as this business owner, and yet he could judge personalities well enough to
suspect there was something developing, something that might be salvaged if
he was careful "or..."

	"Or what doc?" Joe stood there holding his second shoe.

	"If you will excuse me a moment" Kroos went to the door "I have to
check the appointment book.  But I believe this room should be free and
available for sufficient time.  I expect you both to be here when I
return?" and he was gone.

	"How long he gonna be gone and keep us waiting like this?" Jack
looked at Joe suddenly the shivering fawn watching the approaching tiger
"it's been a half hour!"

	"More like five minutes" Joe hated to admit the effect the kid was
having on him.  He looked too much like Billy, even dressed in those fancy
clothes.  Joe got a good idea where they came from "you steal those too?"

	"What?"

	"Those clothes" Joe stepped over and ran his fingers over the shirt
"or y'gonna tell me -- "

	"Watch it!" Jack knocked his hand away.

	"Well..." Joe instead placed both huge hands on Jack's shoulders
"getting touchy all of a sudden huh?"

	"Knock it off... ya perv" Jack's interest in Joe plummeted after
his revelation "ain't -- "

	"Ain't what?" Joe held him tight "thought you were into all this
guy stuff."

	"I mean it!  Knock it off!"

	"Suddenly you ain't all hot for guys?" Joe's breath hot on Jack's
face "big hairy guys old enough to your daddy?"

	"N-n-no..." Jack lied.

	"Y'sure?" Joe's right hand slid from the shoulder down to that firm
chest.  He waited to see the reaction.  When Jack's breathing got jagged
and jerky he continued lower "or you lying as you go..." his hand making it
as far as the bottom of the shirt, hesitating at the expensive belt buckle.

	"I ain't lying..." he whined, feeling the warm hand doing things he
had only imagined to that point.  Fear and madness were battling for
control of Jack's heartbeat, both winning "please don't..."

	"Don't what?" Joe did not need to run his hand lower to feel the
hardon pressing out from those pants.  It was bumping the front of his own
jeans all by itself "don't get your dick hard?  Son, it's doing that
already."

	"No... wait..." Jack slammed his betraying cock flat "I mean..."

	"You mean what..." Joe's hand left the buckle, hesitating.  Joe
wanted nothing more than to put the little guy in his place.  He was angry
at Jack for dredging up all these feelings and angrier at himself for
letting this kid remind him of all those horrible thoughts he had about his
own son!  It was an angry fist that found the hard tube "and this
means... what?" his knuckles grazed the side of Jack's boner.

	"No... wait..." less convincing this time.  When he felt Joe's
strong fingers rub his rock-hard cock with no hesitation, then felt his fly
going down Jack freaked "what...?"

	"Yeah really fuckin hate this don't ya?" Joe's hand was inside the
fly, and with a certain expert flip freed Jack's cock and let it out for
air "ya, really hating this aren't ya?" rubbing two fingers up and down its
length "so whenever ya want this stop ya just say the word.  Or else..."

	"Else w-w-what?"

	"You want this to happen" Joe pressed his own hardon against Jack's
front "it's all yours, if ya want it" making sure Jack knew what "it" was.
Jack's hand knew and was yanking at Joe's denim fly next.  When he pulled
the zipper half way down, Joe almost lost it "yeah, thought you would.  Ya
want my dick don't ya?"

	"Fuck ya..." the two stood face to face, rubbing each other slower
and slower.

	"Like swearing don't ya?  Like talkin dirty don't ya?  Bet that
mouth can do more than talk dirty, bet it wants..."

	"Fuck ya" Jack's knees buckled and he began to lower himself down,
his face approaching Joe's belt buckle just as the door opened.  Kroos came
through the door and closed it behind him, not saying a word.  Neither did
he need to.



	"Perhaps it would be better" Kroos waited a few moments before he
caught Joe's attention "if this were to happen in a less public location."

	"Yeah" Joe pulled Jack to his feet, closing his fly with some
difficulty "the kid's gotta leave before this gets outa control."

	"Shit" Jack tried and failed to interpret the expression on Kroos'
face.  As much as the alien voice convinced him he wanted nothing more than
to do the nasty with this Joe Herms' guy, especially if it meant convincing
him to not press charges, there was still his teenage lust for Kroos.  Or
Joe.  Or both.  Damn he could not stop his head from spinning both
directions at once "I mean..."

	"You mean what?" Kroos looked at the two.

	"I dunno."

	"Jack here don't seem in a big hurry to leave" Joe could see Jack's
eyes bouncing around the room, but always returning to Kroos.  Or rather
Kroos' pants "but I'm guessin what he really is after is what the good doc
is packing right?" Joe back to tying his shoelaces "your friend here, huh?"

	"I dunno..."

	"You want him to..." seeing the unmistakable throb "do stuff?
Maybe naked?  Maybe -- "

	"I... maybe..."

	"Maybe 'yeah' is what you're thinking huh?" Joe glanced over his
shoulder watching Kroos' every move "y'want doc Kroos here don't ya?"

	"I... ah..." a slight nod of Jack's head.

	"And do what?"

	"A-a-anything... I suppose" Jack bit his lip staring at his crotch
"you too."

	"Me too, what?"

	"Y'can... y'know... stay... y'know do stuff... do what y'want..."

	"You heard the patient doc" Joe looked around to find Kroos "he's
giving you the go-ahead here.  You as horny as this kid is?"

	"I ain't a kid!"

	"Or me for that matter" Joe stood up, not caring how he looked.  He
knew Kroos was the real reason for all of this, and Joe just happened to be
at the wrong place at the wrong time "so doc... let's say we just forget
about all this and... what's it gonna cost me?  You name it."

	"Mister Herms..."

	"Joe remember?"

	"This is not something to be negotiated.  After all Jack there is
my patient and -- "

	"Legal and willing" eying his crotch again "ain't that right Jack?"
but Jack only grew redder in the face "see?  Okay doc you'n Jack here gonna
have your own little 'exam' here for a while.  And I was never here,
agreed?"

	"This is a legitimate doctor's office Joe and..." Kroos ran out of
arguments.  He could still smell Harry Connor's scent in the room, making a
liar of him.  And he suspected the two persons standing in front of him had
an important part to play in the upcoming events.  Any trouble at this
point from even one member of the potential client pool would be most
disastrous "and what if..."

	"What if what?"

	"If this..." waving his hand at them in the most vague manner
possible "as you say 'never happened', then..."

	"Then we're all gonna get along" Joe tossed his jacket over his
shoulder "and nothing leaves the room, got it?"

	"Fuck yeah!"

	"Okay doc" Joe's conflicting emotions were growing by the second
"our -- I mean YOUR patient here needs some attention" hesitating more
than necessary.

	"You staying?" from both of them.

	"Bet your 'patient' there" Joe imagined Jack's cock out and jacking
it while he was jacking that big bear of a doc "never got a real exam, not
like he imagines one, right?  Who gave ya your exam, Reynolds?" feeling his
cock throb in his pants "bet y'wish doc Kroos here had given you that exam
instead right?"

	"Damn..." Jack's dick did the answering for him.

	"So Jack" Joe knew he hit the right button "why don't you two get
out of those clothes and let him give you a real exam."

	"No this is not right" Kroos could tell he was being manipulated,
although Harry Connors was no where in sight "Jack you should go.  Mister
Herms and I need to discuss something before -- "

	"And somebody talks somebody out of...?" Jack's shirt was off like
a flash "no fuckin way!  Yeah, I swore, big deal" his pants and briefs
tugged down in one fast blur "tell me this ain't how ya want
yer... patient... doc?" but he was looking at Joe, not Kroos, seeing the
weaker, or hornier of the two "NOW tell me t'leave."

	Jack stood naked and totally boned in front of the two.  His smooth
pale chest, tightly muscled and thrust in their faces was shiny under the
bright lights.  His tight stomach was almost twitching with his every
heartbeat.  He flexed and unflexed the muscles in his arms, making the one
or two prominent veins pop with the tension.  As he shifted his weight from
leg to leg, the muscles in his thighs stood out in high contrast to the
smoothness of his calves.  But it was that cut six and a half inch piece of
red bobbing meat curving upwards from those dark blond pubes that seemed to
be the center of attention.  He kept his arms tight at his side waiting for
something, anything to happen.  And if it didn't happen soon his cock was
going to explode.

	"Whew it's hot in here" Joe was sweating rings through his gray
t-shirt, his unruly blond bangs plastered to his high forehead.  His face
was redder than the warmth of the room could justify.  His hand hesitated
at the neck of his jacket, shaking with the effort not to toss it away.

	"Perhaps you should sit a moment before you grow light-headed"
Kroos went over to a cabinet and opened one of the doors.  He acquired a
few items "you can rest while I have a word with our... patient" then
taking several items from three drawers and placing them in a tray "Jack if
you will accompany me and allow Mister Herms a moment?"

	"But -- what?"

	"Come with me Jack" Kroos had one hand directing Jack's shoulder
towards the door.

	"Like this?" Jack felt very naked and very vulnerable.

	"Exactly like that" and opened the door.  Behind him Kroos heard
Joe say,

	"Doc I can't stay!"

	"Joe I expect you to be here when we return.  There is the matter
of what I witnessed between you two" then they were gone.

	"Fuck" Jack felt the warm hand direct him out the door.  When they
headed right and not left towards reception, Jack panicked "wait!"

	"For what?" Kroos was relentless "for those?" seeing the backpack
and its contents behind the corner "you were planning this for a long time.
Now you must deal with the consequences of your actions" opening the door
to the bathroom "because you have started something even I cannot stop
now."

	"Wait!  I mean... fuck!" Jack went through the door, seeing the
size of the room and its furnishings.  He expected a toilet and a sink at
most.  He never expected a full shower area, almost rivaling ones he had
seen in expensive health clubs "wow!"

	"I need you to cooperate now Jack" Kroos towered over the naked
youth, his expression hard and relentless "no more of your childish games,
no more taunting my patients, no more playing with fire, you understand?"

	"But doc!"

	"It is too late now" Kroos' hard grip spun Jack around by his
shoulders "you will bend forward" Jack heard behind him.  So this was it!
He was going to get fucked right here and now but that monster cock he had
handled.

	"No!  WAIT!  At least lemme suck you first!"

	"You will need to be cleaned first" Kroos removed a small plastic
bottle from a tray.  He removed the cap and lubed the slender plastic tube
"I would leave this with you, but we both know you would run away before
completing this task -- "

	"I w-w-won't run away" taking the plastic bottle from Kroos
"but..."

	"But what?"

	"Does this go where I think it does?"

	"Yes, in your anus" Kroos loomed over him "can you do this and --
"

	"And not cum" Jack was disappointed and scared and turned on and
ready to pass out or cum or both.  But expecting that thick uncut tube up
his hole and instead having to crouch and spread for this cold plastic soda
straw was almost enough to loose his boner.  Almost.

	So when the tip hit something electric inside his hole Jack
shuddered with the novel sensation.  Luckily Kroos' firm grip around Jack's
shoulder prevented any premature accidents.

	"You will not ejaculate is that clear?" Kroos' breath was hot on
Jack's shoulder "you will save that for -- for whatever this afternoon
holds, for whatever you have begun, is that clear?  You will do everything
and anything now required of you, is that clear?"

	"Y-y-yeah..." Jack felt the pressure inside him grow.  He allowed
himself to be directed to the commode and was barely sitting before his
guts emptied.  Having to shit in front of this hairy stud was the most
humiliating thing he could have imagined.  But Jack told himself it would
only get worse.  And it was what he asked for, and all the regrets and
second thoughts would not save him now.  Jack had met his match.

	He looked up and there was Kroos starting to strip off his jacket,
revealing his blue polo shirt.  When that was pulled over his head, and the
white undershirt as well, Jack felt his butthole clench tight.  Kroos stood
there and allowed the young man to take in all of those muscles, thick and
corded over his chest and shoulders, the black pelt only accentuating the
bulges.

	"Wow..." Jack felt his reaction go straight to his guts "you are
something..."

	"You have seen my body already" Kroos undid his pants, hanging his
clothes on a hook behind him.  He fumbled with his equipment in his boxer
briefs, knowing it would have some effect on Jack "I do not need to remind
you of that, do it?"

	"So we gonna... "Jack wanted to give his cock a tug but Kroos' grip
yanked him from the commode and under one of the showerheads.  Soon they
were both soaked.

	"We are not going to have sex..." Kroos pulled a nozzle from the
holder "...yet.  Now bend forward again" already lubing the nozzle and
pressing it between those smooth tight cheeks.  As he suspected, the wider
intrusion met with little resistance "you have been putting things inside
your rectum, have you not?"

	"Doc!" Jack yelled as the metal tube slipped inside him.  But he
knew the doc had come to the inevitable conclusion long before this "not so
rough!"

	"Hold this for a count of twenty and then..." nodding at the
commode.

	Jack made a show of holding it for a count of fifty before he
waddled over and emptied himself.  Twice more they repeated the procedure,
each time Jack growing more sore, and Kroos growing more hard.

	By the time the two of them finished in the shower room, Kroos'
shorts were soaking wet and barely hiding his arousal.  Jack could only
look down at his nakedness and realize how stupid his actions had been.
And how much trouble he was in.  But the inner demon would not shut up.

	They padded down the hallway, the floor slippery and shiny behind
them, then hesitated at the door,

	"I am not going to ask you again if this is what you want" Kroos
turned the handle "you have already given me your answer on several
occasions" and they entered the stifling room.  But the room was empty!

	"Joe?" Kroos looked around but he was no where to be seen "stay
here!" and he jumped to the door.  He headed to the observation room,
thinking Joe might have decided to do some exploring but he was not there
either.  Kroos checked the equipment, the recording camera, but nothing had
been altered.  He watched a nervous Jack sit down on the exam table, the
consequences of his actions starting to sink in, making him as
uncomfortable as his butt.  Kroos watched him for any signs of defection,
understanding he had lost one important figure; he could not lose the
second.

	Kroos returned to the exam room, his face hard and set.  When Jack
saw the wet lab coat he was wearing he knew something had gone wrong.

	"Where is he?"

	"Mister Herms appears to have left" Kroos went to the cabinet and
began to gather Jack's clothes "and I feel it best you do as well."

	"What?" Jack's worst fears were being confirmed "you want me to
leave?"

	"Yes, it would be best."

	"Why?  What did I do wrong?" Jack stared at his hands "I was
kidding okay?"

	"Of course you were not kidding" Kroos placed the neatly folded
pile beside him "and you know neither was I.  That was the problem."

	"You mean you would have..." Jack dared not look Kroos in the eye
"I mean... we almost did...?"

	"Yes we almost did.  And I regret that.  You must understand you
are a very attractive young man.  And sometimes that attractiveness can..."

	"Can... cause guys to do crazy things?"

	"Yes... crazy things, as you say" Kroos began to gather up the
equipment and tools.  He gave Jack another copy of his test results
"perhaps we can go over these some other time, perhaps -- "

	"What kind of 'crazy things' would you have done?" Jack slid off
the table, his eternal erection long gone "would you've -- "

	"Jack!" Kroos turned on him "enough!  There is no use talking about
this today!"

	"Why not?  You said I could always ask you about -- "

	"Perhaps another time" Kroos looked around the room for the
hundredth time, hoping to rid it off the residual guilt and telltale
remnants of the last several days "now I need to take care of some -- "

	"So that's it huh?" Jack could not allow this big meaty opportunity
to slip through his fingers "you make a fool of the little fag and send him
packing huh?  Just use me and throw me away huh?"

	"That is NOT what is going on here!"

	"Oh I know what's going on here" Jack started dressing "you need
some young teenage flesh here to get your patients to do your dirty work
for you.  Okay doc I get the picture, loud and clear" Jack was a good at
throwing clothes on as peeling them off "but I ain't hot enough that's it!
I ain't sexy enough!  You want some stud wrestler or stud football player,
not some loud-mouth fag boy.  Oh MAN did you play me for a sucker!" both
shoes materializing on his feet "or not!  I woulda sucked that dick until
you saw stars but no!  Forget it doc!" Jack stormed for the door.

	"Wait! That is NOT what is going on here!"

	"Oh I know what's going on here" Jack was almost through the door
"you got yourself a little sex ring going on here.  And I'm not part of
it!"

	SLAM!

	Kroos took all of two point one seconds to lunge through the door
and grab Jack before he busted through the reception room.  He grabbed Jack
and pinned him against the desk,

	"You will stop and you will listen!"

	"I heard it all doc" Jack was fuming, fighting to keep his spit
from hitting Kroos in the chops, fighting to keep his eyes from watering
"and so is my dad gonna hear it!  And if he won't listen, and if the cops
won't listen" ignoring Kroos' attempts to interrupt "maybe the TV station
will listen!  Somebody's gonna believe me!  And when then see what you did
to my ass -- "

	"Okay stop you win!" Kroos released him "if you want to go, I
cannot stop you" seeing his work going up in flames "yes they will believe
you.  Yes, they will close down these facilities."

	"You bet your ass they will!"

	"I can only throw myself at your mercy" Kroos lowered his head,
placing his hands behind his back "sir..."

	"What did you say?"

	"I am at your... disposal... sir..." Kroos did not need to lift his
head to gauge the reaction "your opportunity is then lost forever."

	"My opportunity?"

	"Yes... sir" and Kroos removed his lab coat, then his wet clinging
boxers.  He dropped to his knees, his chest thrust out, knowing exactly how
he looked.  How Jack's eyes would be bugging out of his skull.  It was a
gamble he could not afford to lose "tell me if there is anything I might
say or do to dissuade you before you leave."

	"You're fulla shit!" but Jack hesitated "this is another of your
bullshit tricks!"

	"No trick I assure you... sir!"

	"Bullshit!" Jack's anger was fighting a losing battle with his
horniness "I don't believe you!"

	"How can I convince you?"

	"Suck my dick!" and almost before the words were out, Kroos had
Jack's fly open and his cock in his mouth.  The blood went to his hardon so
fast Jack almost keeled over "wow..."

	"Now do you believe me?  Sir?"

	"Y-y-y-you... wow..." looking down at those huge hairy shoulders,
the moustache and beard rubbing against the underside of his shiny cock.

	"Is this what you want?" Kroos' mouth again swallowed Jack's cock
to the root "sir?"

	"No!" Jack pulled his crotch away fast "I mean yes!  I mean..."

	"Do you want me to ejaculate in my mouth?" Kroos' tongue knew just
where to rub "or is there something else you would prefer... sir?"

	"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." there was nothing Jack wanted more.  And
the way his balls were churning out the cum he knew it was just a matter of
seconds before he got his first blowjob.  All those teenage hormones wanted
to flood Kroos' mouth and then the demon screamed: stop!

	"Why?" Jack thinking he heard Kroos say something.

	"Because you are in charge now... sir."

	"Wow... really?" Jack's cock slid away from that hot mouth, that
teasing tongue with all the reluctance of a doctor's appointment.  Doctor?
"wait!"

	"Yes... sir?"

	"Don't call me sir" Jack's hands ran all over those huge muscled
shoulders before he tugged that tonnage to his feet "call me... doc!"

	"Doc?"

	"Yeah..." Jack was all but drooling "call me doc!" finding Kroos'
lab coat and putting it on.  It was fifty sizes too big "y'got another one
of these?"

	"This way... doctor" Kroos opened the door and led them into
hallway.

	"Wait!  What's down there?" seeing two more doors at the further
end.

	"Nothing" Kroos almost swallowed his tongue "just storage."

	Jack was a big enough liar to know when someone else was lying.  He
filed that information away, then let all that nakedness register.  He
wanted more.

	"Okay, it's kids stuff and all but now I'm the doctor and you're
the patient got it?"

	"Yes sir, I mean doctor."

	"So I want you in that room" nodding at the main exam room "on that
table in five minutes, got it?  And set up all your equipment and shit like
if you were examining somebody, got it?  Five minutes!"

	"But what about you?"

	"Oh right" Jack looked at how he was dressed "leave me a lab coat
in the hall" heading back to the reception area "we're not expecting any
real patients are we?"

	"No... doctor" Kroos looked down at himself "you want
me.. dressed?"

	"You got it" Jack looked at his watch "four minutes, got it?"

	"Right away" and Kroos barreled through that door like a running
back.

	Jack stood in the hallway counting the seconds.  After seven the
door opened and a shirt-covered arm tossed a white lab coat and stethoscope
into the hall.  He picked it up and put it on, his cock responding
immediately.  He looked down the hallway, that other door calling him, and
was about to head there when the exam room door opened and he heard "we are
ready here" from inside.  That room will have to wait until later, he told
himself.



	Joe Herms sat in his car, staring at the building's entrance,
trying to keep his attention away from his crotch.  He knew he had dodged
the bullet by a hair, and yet his mind was in complete turmoil, torn
between what he lusted to do and why he never could.  Was that really him?
The Joe Herms he thought himself to be almost get into a full-blown sexual
situation with a kid young enough to be his son?  Who even reminded him of
his own son?  What kind of a monster would look back at him from the
mirror?  And Joe never for a minute thought of himself as a monster.  Hell,
everyone seemed to like him, his friends, his customers, his hunting
partners, everybody!  But what would they say if they found out about his
dirty kinky secrets!  How he almost creamed himself messing with that kid!
They would lock him up for sure!  So if his churning thoughts were so
terrible so wrong so not him! why was he sitting here with this hardon that
would not go away, almost hoping that kid might come down those stairs and
show up in the parking lot, and then Joe could go over and talk to him, and
maybe they could get a burger and talk, and maybe Joe could convince that
kid he was not this big pervert monster and he could put his arm around
Jack's shoulder and then he could... STOP! Joe thought, where are these
obsessions coming from?
	From your balls, the little voice answered, touch us, rub us, pull
us out.
	But I'm not like this, I'm a married man, Joe argued.
	Who likes touching young guys.  Who wants to rub his hands all over
that young smooth flesh, feel that ass --
	But I'm straight, I'm not into that shit.
	Then why are you so hard? the voice taunted, why don't you pull
down your pants and look how hard you are.
	Because it's just... and Joe had no answer.  So he sat there and
brooded, keeping both hands on the wheel, then only one, then touching his
furry belly lifting his t-shirt up and remembering how sensitive his
nipples were, going down the forest of dark blond hairs to his navel, down
to his belt, further down rubbing himself, hoping to rub those feelings
away.  But the rubbing and tugging only made him hornier and hornier.

	"This is SO fucked UP!" Joe heard himself say out loud.  And before
he knew what he was doing, the car was locked and he was walking across the
lot cringing how he looked fully aroused and stretching the front of his
jeans, back through the door and up those stairs, no longer knowing why or
what his actions indicated.  He hesitated outside the office door hearing
voices.  And he heard everything said between Kroos and Jack.  And then
there were two more pre-cum stains in his pants.

	He tiptoed into the office reception when the voices faded, hoping
he did not stumble over their naked bodies going at it on the coffee table.
Lucky for him they were gone.  He stood there catching his breath, knowing
he should leave he had to leave, knowing he could leave, knowing he was
going to destroy everything if he did not.  It was a very sweaty hand that
turned the knob on the inner door, expecting to see cameras and cops lying
in wait.  But all he saw was a very wet floor, and footprints going every
which way.  Except towards the other end of the corridor.  So that is where
Joe went.  And when he entered the second exam room, and saw the console
and the one-way mirror, and the camcorder purring away, he knew he had made
a terrible choice.  But now he felt the scales tilting in his favor
finally.

	"So... patient Kroos" Jack went over to where a sweating
over-dressed Kroos was sitting on the exam table "what brings you here
today?"

	"I am having difficulties..." Kroos was almost impressed how
professional Jack looked in his oversized white coat "urinating..."

	"Yes... I would imagine your cock -- I mean penis" Jack almost
licked his lips "must be giving you problems."

	"Is there... something..." Kroos swallowed hard "you might be able
to do?"

	"Yes I believe so" Jack rubbed himself, enjoying the expression on
Kroos' face "but first we need to examine you, don't you agree?"

	"Yes.  Doctor."

	Jack put his hand on Kroos' chest and began a slow erotic rub
through the material.  He felt the thick muscles flinch beneath his fingers
and that could only make his own cock harder.  His fingers went inside the
neck opening rubbing alone the collar the black curly hairs damp and shiny
from his polishing.

	"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" Kroos' hands went to the
bottom of his polo shirt.

	"N-n-no" Jack's hands were almost shaking, the realization of what
was going to happen making slow progress towards his brain.  Kroos sensed
the hesitation, having a good hunch what the young guy was struggling with.
But this was something Jack had to do for himself.  So he sat passively
while Jack tugged at the bottom of Kroos' shirt, eventually pulling it free
and away from his thick trunk.  Jack's breath almost came to a full stop
when he saw again all that black belly hair, then those thick pecs and the
shirt was tugged higher, these those two masses of black armpit hair and
then the shirt was over Kroos' head.

	When Jack saw Kroos sitting there with just his white loosened tank
top covering his hairy muscled torso he felt his hardon return with a
vengeance.  He gave it a furtive tug, then realized he had nothing to hide
any longer.  So he stood in front of Kroos openly rubbing his hardon, the
other hand rubbing Kroos' nipples through the ribbed material.  When he
felt the nubs harden and Kroos start to breathe deeper, Jack tugged the
tank top off as well.  And when he saw all that bare flesh in front of him
Jack's hand and then his mouth were all over Kroos, his face, his chest,
his arms, everywhere.  The most overwhelming sensation was not coming from
his crotch; it was coming from those warm, firm lips returning his kisses.
Jack had no idea what it meant to kiss someone as hot as Kroos, much less
how mind-blowing to feel the kiss returned in kind.

	Kroos could feel how close Jack was to blowing his load.  To
interrupt the passionate making-out, his hand went to his belt and undid
the buckle.  Jack felt the movement,

	"You that hot for your exam?" he gasped between licking and sucking
all of Kroos' hairy chest.

	"Yes doctor" Kroos raised his hips, hoping Jack would take the
hint.  Instead Jack's mouth zeroed in on that blatant tent in Kroos' dress
pants, that thick tube pushing upwards towards his right thigh.  And every
time Jack mouthed Kroos' crotch, Kroos' hands pushed his face away.  After
the third time Jack snapped,

	"What gives?  I thought I was in charge here!"

	"I believe you have an uncooperative patient doctor" Kroos grunted
"perhaps the second drawer on the left might provide you with items to
address that situation."

	"What?" Jack stepped back.  He looked down at the half-naked
gorilla on the table, very aroused and very desirable.  Somehow Jack turned
away from that amazing image and stumbled backwards towards the counter.
He opened the drawer and found a collection of leather straps and buckles.
He almost bent in two as his cock burped several globs of pre-cum
"so... this is the kind of office you run here."

	"You run here you mean, doctor."

	"Right" Jack had the restraints out and over to the exam table in
seconds "I run here.  You've been a bad patient haven't you?"

	"Yes... doctor.  I have been most uncooperative" Kroos let his arms
fall to the side.  Jack had the right wrist bound and attached to the side
of table in seconds.  When he got the other wrist tied as well, Kroos
started struggling and attempting to lift his serious bulk free of the
table.

	"Oh no you don't!" Jack saw the mistake and with a moderate amount
of struggle shifted the restraints until Kroos' hands were re-tied behind
his head at the top of the table.  Seeing and feeling the muscles in those
huge arms and shoulders flexing and bulging with Kroos' mock resistance
precipitated another round of Jack's mouth and hands exploring every inch
of Kroos' bared flesh.  When Jack eventually caught his breath, Kroos' pits
were shiny with saliva, and his nipples were as red and swollen as his
lips.

	"Please no more, please doctor..." Kroos twisted and flexed,
driving Jack even crazier with pent-up desire.  As much as he wanted Jack
to slow down a moment, he really wanted that tongue away from his pits.
Another minute or two and Kroos' pants would have filled with several days
worth of semen, and neither of them wanted that afternoon to end
prematurely.  Kroos twisted and flexed his hips until the top of his pants
were pushed down to his pubes.  Jack's eyes cleared enough to see what the
real prize was.  He pulled the pants down and over Kroos' shoes and then
went nuts on the front of Kroos' still-wet boxer briefs.  He barely had
them pulled down and his mouth on that hard uncut tube before Kroos started
yelling,

	"No no STOP!  I will ejaculate!"

	"Fuck yeah!" Jack's mouth did not release its suction hold and then
it happened.  His mouth filled with the salty bitterness of Kroos' load and
Jack finally got to experience the unimaginable, the years of fantasy come
true.  He did not need to touch himself to fill his pants with his own cum,
the two of them pumping out load after load together, Jack's mouth never
leaving that fat tube even when it began to loose some of its hardness and
shrink a few millimeters against his tongue.

	"Please no more no more, it is very sensitive" Kroos groaned but
Jack did not stop the relentless up-and-down suction.  And Kroos' hands
were restrained so he had no recourse but to lie there, suffering the
terrible agony of Jack's unending sucking "no please PLEASE! Jack please
stop!"

	"Call me doctor" his mouth coming off the tube for a gulp of air.

	"You must let me rest."

	"How long?"

	"How long am I?" Kroos knew to the nearest millimeter how big he
was.

	"No, how long before you can cum again?" starting to feel the
stickiness in his pants.  Jack was as concerned how long he could hide his
personal catastrophe.

	"It... I... perhaps an hour or two..."

	"We don't have that long" Jack used the moment to slip Kroos' shoes
off, and then those wet boxer briefs were tossed as well "shit, this is a
doctor's office, you gotta have something around here... like Viagra or
shit" and he went rummaging around in the drawers again, in part to hide
his stained crotch.  He went through the cabinets finding everything and
nothing, until he found an unlabeled box on the bottom of one cabinet
behind a syringe box.  He spread the already open flaps and dug around
until his hands felt something soft and rubbery.  He pulled out three
unmistakable objects "holy FUCK!"

	"What is it?  What did you find?"  Kroos strained his neck to see
what Jack was doing.

	"What the fuck y'use these for?" Jack waved one of the smaller
dildoes in Kroos' face "huh doc?"

	"Please put those away" Kroos' face grew redder "those are not --
"

	"I knew it!  I KNEW it!" Jack thought he found the pot of gold "I
knew this place was kinky, I knew you guys were doing really nasty shit in
here!  I hear what the guys were saying about -- "

	"What guys?"

	"Never mind" Jack looked down at the naked Kroos tied to the table
"so let's see how these work."

	"Don't Jack, you might hurt yourself."

	"They're not for me doc -- I mean patient" looking around and
there on the tray were several tubes of lube "looks like you had this all
planned.  Getting me all cleaned out before, all this lube here" making
sure Kroos watched him slick up the dildo "y'almost had me fooled Kroos"
waving it in front of Kroos' nose "but I guess you kinda underestimated how
horny kids think.  So y'gonna lift and spread those knees or we gotta do
this the hard way."

	"No!  Please!  Do not do this!"

	"Don't do what?"

	"Don't use those on me -- "

	"Do not use those on me what?" waving the stethoscope in his face.

	"Do not... use that... doctor..." Kroos struggled to catch his
breath.  He did not really think the kid was capable of such sadism.  But
he had allowed himself to be tied to his own exam table in an act of
desperation.  And now all he could do was allow the scene to play itself
out.  When Jack gave a yank at Kroos' knee, Kroos resisted and grunted.
When Jack's hand tightened its grip around Kroos' already sensitive balls,
he had little choice but to lift his knees and spread his legs.  And then
the cool gooey tip found Kroos' butthole.

	"Please I beg you, do not do this.  You do not know if you might
damage -- OH!" and Kroos' still-sore ring stretched and the greased head
forced its way in.  Kroos begged and begged but the more he twisted and
groaned, the more Jack pressed it forward.  When the full seven-inch length
was buried in Kroos' swollen hole, Jack stepped back to admire his work.

	"Wow... wow" grabbing the side of the table to steady himself "I
never thought half of this would ever really really happen."

	Please remove it, please... doctor.  It truly hurts."

	"I'll take it out as soon as..." Jack yanked down his pants, his
pubes and crotch slimy with his load.  He wondered what he should do next.
Then he realized there was nothing he could not do!

	"As soon as what?"

	"Y'still didn't tell me" jabbing the rubber device into Kroos as
far as the molded ballsac "where's the Viagra y'got hidden around here.  I
know you must have -- "

	"This is not a pharmacy, this is a doctor's office.  We do not
stock medications -- "

	So what DO you stock here... patient?" keeping the small jabs
constant enough to make sure Kroos' attention did not wander
"I'm... waiting!"

	"Damn... damn... damn..." Kroos grunted with each lunge
"very... well..."

	"I KNEW it!" Jack's next delight was tugging and retracting Kroos'
foreskin, a novelty for Jack, a torture for Kroos "so...?"

	"There... are... ow!" Kroos lifted his head "the
refrigerator... bottles..."

	"Beer?" Jack was off the table and across the room as fast as his
slippery wet feet could go.  He yanked open the door, but there was no
six-pack waiting for him, no sexy brown bottles glittering in the light.
Only a dozen or so clear bottles with something like lime coolaid in them
"huh?  These?"

	"Yes" Kroos' neck was killing him "they are a form of diuretic and
-- "

	"Huh?" Jack unscrewed a cap and downed half of one "yuck!  Tastes
like nasty gatoraid" finishing it "makes ya piss is all?" grabbing three
more and bringing them over to the exam table and the restrained naked
body.  He brought one of the icy bottles to Kroos' balls.  When that hairy
body bucked and almost flew off the table, Jack knew the restraints would
hold "sorry, patient Kroos.  Just wanted t'make sure."

	"Make sure of what?"

	"Y'weren't playin with me" unscrewing the second bottle "so y'gonna
drink this or I gotta pour it up your ass."

	"I will drink it" Kroos gasped "just untie me and I will drink it,
please."

	"No can do... patient" Jack held it to Kroos' lips and rocked his
head forward "just like this.  Unless you want the alternative."

	"N-n-no" Kroos choked between gulps.  He managed to swallow most of
it, some spilling down and matting his neck and check with the sticky
fluid.  Then another bottle was unscrewed and brought to Kroos' lips "no!
We have never -- " and the contents of the second were dumped into Kroos'
mouth.  He managed to get in two swallows before he started gagging.

	"You gonna finish it or we gotta do this the hard way?"

	"I... I will finish it" Kroos coughed and choked "but please not so
fast" which is what he did.

	"There, that's a good patient" Jack tossed the empty bottle into
the basket with the first two.  He unscrewed the last one and started to
drink it.

	"NO!" Kroos gasped seeing that "you are too young for more.  We do
not know what..."

	"What?  You said it's just something to make guys piss, right?" but
Jack was a bit nervous.  He finished most of the second bottle but
hesitated "or y'got something else here?  You got drugs in here doc?  I
mean patient.  What'd we just drink?  Tell me!"

	"It is still in the... experimental stages..." Kroos saw the panic
on Jack's face "so please don't drink anymore please.  It causes a
stimulant effect in adult males and we do not have sufficient studies --
no!" seeing Jack finish the second bottle.  Then it was Kroos' turn to be
nervous when Jack went to the refrigerator and returned with two more
bottles! "no! You must not drink any more!  You may harm..."

	"Not for me, for you" and a third bottle was pointed at Kroos'
mouth.  And Kroos had little choice but to gulp down a third bottle.  Jack
sat back, waiting for the magic potion to take effect "so what's it do,
patient Kroos?"

	"It is, as I said" coughing and catching his breath "a stimulant.
It causes blood flow and muscle relaxation in the..."

	"It IS Viagra then" Jack's hand was back at Kroos' cock, expecting
the effect to be immediate "it makes your dick hard, huh?"

	"Damn... damn... damn..." Kroos flexed his hips trying to tug his
cock away from that slippery hand "it is worse than that.  It does more
than simply create erections more effortless.  It also... I cannot say."

	"Tell me!" Jack felt the blood pumping in his temples, his head
swelling and growing warm, the air in the room getting thick with
electricity.

	"I cannot not.  I cannot say because we do not know ourselves!"

	"Then you're fucked! Y'know that right?"

	"Please... please Jack.  Untie me and let me up.  I will give you
something to undo the effect if you..."


	"Too late.  Your turn!" Jack did not know if it would work "you
suck ME now!"

	"Untie me and I will, I promise."

	"No can do... patient" Jack toweled off his front as best he could
trying to cool off, trying to make his head stop spinning, then thought:
fuckit!  He climbed up onto Kroos' heaving sweaty chest, straddling his
head.  When he lowered his limp cock into Kroos' mouth he expected the big
guy to go bonkers.  Instead Kroos opened his mouth and began a slow steady
massage of Jack's tube.

	At first Jack thought Kroos would put up a protest once he tasted
the last drop of two of that tell-tale cum on his dick, but Kroos lay there
and allowed Jack to facefuck him for several minutes.  As amazing as it
felt, his first real serious blowjob, Jack was not getting an instant
hardon.  He felt himself lengthen again but that was it.  If any more of
his fantasies would play out, he needed to be as hard as before.  They both
needed to be hard.

	"Okay... patient..." Jack pulled his cock free of that warm hole
and slid off that furry cushion back to the floor "this is a fuckin
doctor's office.  Y'gotta have something around here like Viagra or
something."

	"No... doctor... we already drank... the diuretic.  And Viagra is
only by prescription and -- "

	"Well it ain't workin, okay?  Y'gonna tell me what else?" Jack
looked at the room in disarray and knew he would never find what he wanted.
He looked at Kroos still impaled on that dildo, and decided to press the
issue "so what else DO you got around here?  Tell me!" and that dildo
started a vigorous exploration of Kroos' ass.  Kroos yelled and groaned but
continued to deny any further medications.  That was until Jack went back
to the box and dug around until he found another fleshy device.  Except
this one was way over a foot and as thick as Jack's wrist.

	"Okay... patient..." Jack wiggled it in front of Kroos' face "you
got a choice.  Tell me what also ya got or ya get Big Daddy here!"

	"Oh no PLEASE, that is not designed -- "

	"What IS it designed for?" Jack could see the metal knobs at the
end "some kind of electric dildo?" looking around "so where's it plug in?"

	"No no, please Jack!"

	"Tell me how this works or..." sliding the smaller dildo free of
Kroos' swollen rectum and positioning the fat lubed head of the monster so
Kroos could feel it "tell me what ya got to get us hard again.  What's it
gonna be?" and Jack pressed until the plum-sized head began to stretch
Kroos in the most alarming way.

	"NO!  AAHHHGGGHHH!" Kroos felt his sphincter stretch and to his
growing alarm felt the head begin to penetrate him.  He screamed at the top
of his lungs and the room started spinning.



	"Enough!"

	Jack almost gave himself whiplash, his head spinning to see a very
large and very angry Joe Herms barreling at him from the door.  The next
thing he knew he was airborne!

	"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" turning to the battered
and bound Kroos on the table "what IS THIS?" looking at the cum stains
everywhere, the naked and sweaty form panting on the exam table "and you!"
seeing where Jack had come to land "what the FUCK were you doing?"

	"N-n-nothing" Jack backed away from Joe, half-crawling towards a
chair beyond slugging distance "we were just..."

	"Joe... please..." Kroos nodded down at his crotch "please
remove..."

	"Damn" Joe saw the thick rubber tube half-buried between Kroos'
huge thighs "is that... did he... I mean..."

	"Please remove it" Kroos groaned.  He lifted his thick muscled hips
off the table, trying to dislodge the log, hoping Joe would not be too
squeamish for the task.  When Joe hesitated, Jack appeared beside him, his
hands already greasy with lube and heaven-knows- what.  Joe stood while
Jack grabbed the rubber balls on the dildo and began a slow twist.  Kroos
groaned and threw his head back reacting to the sensations coming from deep
inside his butt.

	"Stop!  You're hurting him!" Joe still would not reach for that
tube.

	"Am I?" Jack flicked the sweat from his eyes "does
this... hurt... patient?" easing it out and back in an inch at a time.
Kroos only lay there moaning and writhing in time to the motions.

	"Kroos say something!  You want that out or not" cause I ain't
touchin that nasty thing!

	"Don't think the patient wants me to stop... do ya?" Jack pulled it
free and began a steady rubbing around the stretched ring, teasing and
tickling, then a slight pressure, the rocking motion inching it back in
that shiny greasy flesh.

	"You're hurting him!" Joe grabbed at Jack's arm, the closest he
would get to grabbing the invading object "how would you like it if..."

	"If someone rammed it up my ass?" Jack heard the tone in Joe's
voice "shoved something hard and thick up my hole?  Made me whine and twist
while they fucked my ass with -- "

	"Stop that's sick!" Joe's face was beet-red "nobody's gonna -- "

	"If it's so sick" Jack looked down at Joe's front "how come it's
got you all hard huh?"

	"I ain't hard!"

	"Prove it!" Jack's other hand, as greasy as the one rocking the
dildo into Kroos, landed on Joe's fly before he could stop him.

	"Hey!" Joe yanked away but not before there was a nasty dark stain
on his jeans "damn!  Look what you did!"

	"Y'cummin your pants?" Jack made a point of ramming that monster
tube a good two inches into Kroos' struggling body "watching my patient
ride this pony?"

	Kroos tugged at the leather restraints but knew even he could not
pull them loose.  All it did was make the muscles in his arms and chest pop
out like some kind of roided bodybuilder showoff.  The pain inside him had
begun to ebb and his rectum had begun to relax to the point he could feel
the rubber dildo slide in and out of him with something like a distant
pleasure, a far train horn approaching at an alarming speed.  His brain was
forced to relive those times something hard and warm was invading his hole,
and how his orgasm had been drained from him not once but twice in spite of
all efforts to avoid such a humiliation.  He bent his neck to see his cock
begin the slow and relentless swelling, and knew it was a matter of time
before either Jack or Joe noticed it as well.  Just when he thought his
growing hardon would betray him, that gigantic tube was eased from his
stretched hole.

	"Fuck..." Jack pulled the slimy thing free "can you believe this
whole this was -- "

	"Enough!" Joe lunged for it, trying to yank it from Jack's hand.
But Jack caught the motion out of the corner of his eye and before Joe
could grab it, Jack slammed the greasy tube against Joe's already stained
crotch "hey!"

	"Gotcha!" Jack squealed and dodged too fast for the older guy "dick
for dick!"

	Jack would have smacked Joe in the face with it next but Joe ran
after him and pinned him against the counter.  There was a brief struggle
for the dildo but Jack's wiggling was no match for Joe's bulk.  But the
time the greasy tube was tossed across the room Joe was a mess.  And when
Joe felt Jack's greasy fingers tug his t-shirt free of his filthy jeans,
and slide up towards his chest he knew it was worse than futile.  Jack's
fingers began a slow rub all over Joe's nipples, feeling them harden almost
instantly.  When Joe bent down, his unshaven face rough against Jack's
smooth cheek, he knew he was crossing a line.

	"Give up?" Jack pulled his head away "give up give up?"

	"Fuck..." Joe's fought Jack's lip but the kid was having none of it
"c'mon..."

	"Loose the pants... daddy.  Give up" Jack's fingers driving Joe
crazy.

	"No... it's wrong... I can't..."

	"Your dick soft then I'll believe you" Jack pulled his fingers free
of Joe's chest "then you go home to that wife and kid" folding his arms
over his shiny chest "if not it ain't... well..." rubbing his greasy hand
up and down his front "anything, got it?"

	"Y'mean...?"

	"I mean anything!  Drop'm... daaaaaddyyyyy..." and the way he
purred those words was more than Joe could resist.  He gave Jack a
frustrated, perplexed look while his hands went to his belt buckle.  His
pants were around his knees, a hard tube pressing out the front of his
briefs before he realized he had committed himself to total ruin.

	"Fuck yeah" Jack's greasy hand had those briefs tugged down and
that hard cock slicked up before Joe could take a breath.  The lubed cock
found itself in a hot mouth before Joe could take another.  He stood there
getting the blowjob of his life before he realized he was hearing a steady
moaning coming from the direction of the exam table.

	"Wait... stop" Joe's cock was sliding in and out of that gagging
mouth, Jack's tongue doing things to his head his wife never dreamed of.
His grip on Jack's head was not loosening "stop..." his cock not stopping
"no... don't" Jack's mouth continuing to drive Joe crazy.

	"Daddy daddy daddy" Jack pulled free after a while, going to work
on Joe's tight balls "oh let me suck you off daddy... but..."

	"But what?"

	"You want me to swallow you... or..."

	"Or what?" Joe knew exactly what.  The thought of standing and
pumping his cum into this kid while he called him daddy was enough to bring
Joe to the edge.  But the thought of... no, even thinking about putting his
cock somewhere else was too much.  The idea of fucking this kid, this
spitting image of his son Billy, the idea of pumping his cock into his
son's ass was-- "stop!" yanking his cock free in the nick of time.

	"Yeah..." Jack purred getting to his feet.  His greasy hand was
back on Joe's cock, guiding him over to where Kroos lay panting on the bed.
When Joe saw Jack undo one of Kroos' straps, he decided to help him with
the other.  In a few moments Kroos was sitting upright rubbing his wrists.

	"Thank you... Joe" Kroos was a sweaty, cum-streaked mess, his
matted chest heaving with the effort to get a deep breath for a change.

	"What about me?  Y'ain't gonna thank me?" Jack's hand never leaving
Joe's balls.

	"Maybe you should leave Joe" Kroos struggled to a sitting position
"this time for good."

	"Naw, Joe -- I mean daddy -- ain't leavin" Jack's hand buried
in all that hair covering Joe's balls and pubes "not this time.  He almost
blew it once, not this time, right daddy?"

	"I... I don't know..." Jack released the grip, leaving Joe standing
there hard up and desperate.  He went over to the frig and returned with
two bottles of that cold yellowish-green liquid.

	"Okay Kroos, daddy here's gonna drink both of them.  And you ain't
gonna say shit got it?  Not if y'don't want that thing inside your ass
again" turning to Joe "it's some kinda die-you-resis -- "

	"It is a diuretic" Kroos corrected him "and normally an adult
patient is only given one during an exam to stimulate urine production
but..."

	"But what he ain't tellin ya" Jack gave Kroos an evil grin "y'wanna
tell'm the rest?  Or y'gonna let him drink both?"

	"Very well" Kroos rubbed his eyes before realizing how filthy his
hands were.  His shoulders slumped with the defeat "the second bottle will
not have an adverse effect.  Go ahead Joe."

	Joe gave Kroos then Jack the most distrustful glare then unscrewed
the first bottle and slugged it down.  He grimaced but took the second
bottle and finished it in four heroic gulps.  Jack removed both empties to
the trash receptacle, the smirk impossible to hide.

	"Okay... doc" Jack rubbed Kroos hairy shoulder "guess I'm a patient
again."

	"What does that mean, exactly" Kroos narrowed his eyes, seeing Joe
shifting his weight from foot to foot, naked from the waist down, his cock
hard and shiny.

	"That means you're off the table, and I'm on it for starters."

	"And then what, Jack?"

	"Maybe you can explain to my dad here" nodding at Joe "why you
spent so much time cleaning out my asshole.  If you didn't intend to have
me all clean for when you..."

	"Were you going to fuck him?" Joe looked at Kroos, his voice
betraying little shock.

	"Yeah dad, you get the picture" Jack was all but pushing Kroos off
those damp sheets.  When Kroos was on his unsteady feet, Jack hopped up and
had one of the straps already around his left wrist "daddy?" nodding at the
other.

	"You really want this... son?"

	"Yeah daddy... I want you to show me what you do to mom... c'mon
daddy... don't you love me?"

	Something short-circuited in Joe's brain when he heard that.  He
had the other strap tight around Jack's wrist and his legs in the air and
was aiming his barely softened cock at Jack's ass before Kroos could stop
him.  Something started pumping through his veins, something started
destroying all resistance, all his better judgment, sending everything down
to his crotch.  He saw his wife, his girlfriends, his best buddy in high
school, and then there was his son Billy naked and hard offering himself to
Joe's hard cock like a willing sacrifice and Joe's hormones went crazy,
everything going red.  He lined up the thick head of his cock with that
smooth red hole and just like that it spread the opening, what little
resistance melted like jelly and he was inside.  He was penetrating his
son's ass!

	Joe closed his eyes, not ready to see the look of horror and
disgust on Kroos' face.  He was shocked enough sense his cock brush its
hairy root against Jack's -- Billy's! -- smooth butt when he felt two
strong hands on his own hairy butt.  Joe felt Kroos' red-hot crotch on his
ass and that did it; his cock swelled, the fat head flared outwards as Joe
tried to pull back.  He could feel his balls start to pump out their load
and he squeezed down, squeezing his cock tight, trying to prevent his sperm
from spewing forth and flood Billy's hole.  He had his cock free of that
hole when he felt a huge hand grab it with a vice-like grip, the head
barely inside that white-hot spasming hole and Joe's cock erupted.  Joe
thought his cock would split in two trying to empty but that grip only
tightened as the second spurt blasted through the constricted tube and his
head came unscrewed.

	He opened his eyes expecting to see his son Billy crying and
screaming beneath him.  It took him a few seconds to clear his eyes and see
a combination of Billy's and Jack's image superimposed over each other,
both their cocks hard and shiny with their precum.  Joe's cock slid free of
that greasy grip and it hit Joe just what he had done.  He had put his cock
into a kid's ass, into his own son's ass for all purposes and it was such
an overwhelming sensation he creamed his load in spite of Kroos' efforts to
prevent such an outrage.  Kroos no less!  A guy big enough to wipe the
floor with him.  Joe was too freaked to look over at Kroos, fearing what he
might say or do, and instead he bent forward to hide his face in that kid's
crotch, his mouth came down and before he could stop himself that head was
pushing against his tongue.  He was sucking off his son!  He was licking
his dick feeling the energy pulsing in his own cock, in Billy's cock, the
sticky itchy sensation coming from his piss tube, the pent-up cum stuck
half-in, half-out, with all that guilt and fear tugging at his balls,
losing and tugging, tugging and losing.

	"Oh daddy oh daddy" Jack grunted over and over "fuck me fuck me
more daddy..."

	Kroos eased Joe to the side, bending him over in the process and
brought his own crotch up to that warm furry ass.  He grabbed Joe's hand
and tugged it backward to his own uncut cock, already slick with a fresh
coat of lube.  Joe stayed bent over, his mouth beginning a slow bobbing
motion on Jack's hardon, feeling it throb against his tongue, each
heartbeat pulsing in his mouth, while his lubed hand began tugging on
Kroos' thick sausage, not expecting any reaction at first.  Joe's
experience with tugging on cocks not his own was limited to one of two guys
but that was eons ago.  So he did not expect much of a reaction, secretly
hoping for no reaction.  He was a bit surprised when he felt something
alive pulsing against his grip.  After several minutes of that
awkward-angled massaging, Joe felt it responding somewhat, not sure how big
it would get if it was totally boned.  Even in its semi-limp rubbery state
it caused Joe a great deal of worry.  He knew Kroos outsized him both in
length and girth, and that added to giving Joe a major case of the shivers.
Perhaps it was his face buried in his son's crotch, perhaps it was
something about the sexual vibes radiating from the big hairy bruiser,
perhaps it was the idea of this thick battering ram finding its way into
someone's hole.  Joe started regretting letting himself cum so soon, a
clearer head would be what he needed now to sort all of this out.  The very
image of what the three of them were doing was repellent and yet there was
something more.  Maybe the thought of sliding his hard cock into his son's
-- into Jack's! -- hole after... being forced to rub his cock along
that slimy crack, his arms pinned behind him, it would then not be his
fault!  He was being forced to fuck Billy, he was being forced!

	"Fuck it's working" Jack lay on the table, his arms tied above him,
flipping his hips upwards again and again, pumping even more blood into his
greatly engorged hardon "fuck!"

	"You understand now?" Joe heard Kroos behind him, not sure who he
was addressing "you understand what is does?"

	"What's he mean?" Joe craned his neck back at Kroos.

	"Hard again?" Jack was panting "fuck me Kroos fuck me like you
wanted since Thursday!  Fuck me!"

	"No!" Joe's hand jumped away from Kroos' tube "you can't!  You'll
split him in two!"

	"You fucked me daddy" Jack spread his legs, all but begging for it
"now he's gotta!  Do it Kroos!  Fuck Joe's son!"

	"No!"

	"Y'either fuck me" Jack was babbling by then "or fuck him!  Which
one?"

	"Neither" Kroos pulled away, letting them both see how red and
swollen the stimulation had gotten his uncut tube.  It was almost pointing
straight up it was so hard "and it do not think this should continue!"

	"Him or me Kroos" Jack shouted "or I go the ER and let them take a
look at my ass!  You want that?  You want them to see -- "

	"NO!" Joe screamed "please!" knowing it would be five minutes at
most before the cops showed up at his door "c'mon Billy -- I mean Jack.
We were just fucking around, we didn't mean -- "

	"So decide Kroos" Jack snarled at both of them "who gets that meat,
him or me?"

	Joe stood there shaking.  He knew the right thing to do would be to
bend over the side of the table and let that monster invade his ass.  And
he had never, NEVER! let somebody put anything up there.  Even when his
wife approached his sacred zone with her finger it brought their randy
evening to a screeching halt.  So if a finger caused him to freak, Kroos'
monster was... totally impossible.  If his own cock would go down, he would
have thrown on his clothes and jumped in his car and not stopped until he
got to the Canadian border!  He covered his face with his smelly hands,

	"I'm sorry I can't, I just can't..."

	"AwRIGHT!" Jack smirked, lifting his legs "y'know ya want it Kroos.
Fuck my ass!"

	"What the HELL?" Joe hated feeling trapped "how come the kid gets
to call the shots?  What's the story between you two?"

	"I just do okay?" Jack dreaded the idea of getting fucked by Kroos
almost as much as the idea of not getting fucked "damn I love that stuff."

	Kroos looked at Joe, hoping and praying he would change his mind,
but Joe stood there not daring to look at anyone or anything.  He waved Joe
over to where he positioned himself between Jack's thighs.  He grabbed
Joe's cock, feeling it throb and swell between his fingers, losing little
of his bone hardness.

	"That is why" Kroos nodded down at their hard cocks.  He grabbed
Joe's shaking hand and directed it to his cock.  With his free hand he
squeezed a huge glob of lube onto both their cocks.  Their hands knew what
to do.

	Kroos' lubed cock pressed forward until the head pressed between
Jack's white cheeks.  Joe's greasy grip tried to pull it back and away,
then Kroos' hips rocked it forward.  Again and again, forward and backward,
the battering ram approached the red and swollen hole.  When the head found
the ring Joe's hand lost the battle, instead easing it forward a bit,
teasing it into the target.  When the head stretched the opening apart, Joe
expected a scream from Jack, ready to tug Kroos away.  But the head lodged
itself inside and then Joe's hand found itself squeezed between their two
bodies, Kroos' hand on his own cock stimulating sensations Joe could barely
process.  After the third or fourth thrust there was no room for Joe's
hand, so it migrated lower to those slimy hairy balls.  Then to those thick
muscled thighs, feeling the powerful pistons driving that rod again and
again into his son's stretched asshole.  He was about to yank away from
Kroos' quickening hand on his cock when Kroos pulled free of that gaping
hole.  It took little effort for Kroos' hand to steer Joe's cock back
towards his son's hole and then Joe was back inside that tight hot hole,
his cock on auto-pilot, pistoning itself harder and harder into Billy's
hole.  He had been fucking that ass for all of two minutes before he felt
two strong hands on his hips, yanking his cock free.  He was fucking air
for several seconds before he realized Kroos' cock was back in that hole
and then every muscle in Kroos' strong back flexed and Joe knew his son was
getting flooded with that thick creamy load!

	Joe started jacking himself like crazy, like an animal, like the
floodgates were wrenched open when he was twisted into place and his cock
was again in that tight canal, now greased and lubed with someone else's
load, with this hairy stud's cum, and that made Joe's eyes fly open, seeing
a bush of blond pubic hairs up close.  And smelling the arousal coming from
his kid's crotch, almost tasting the tangy precum leaking from the piss
slit, and Joe forgot about what his overly-swollen dick was doing.

	"Come up here Kroos" Jack moaned "c'mon lemme suck you
s'more... taste that cum" and that is what Kroos did, with all the
resistance of a ten-ton sleepwalker.  He crawled onto the bed and straddled
Jack's head, lifting it until he could lodge his red and sore cock into
Jack's defenseless mouth, Joe expecting the kid to recoil with disgust.
Instead Jack moaned and allowed his mouth to be fucked, slowly at first and
then with dangerous thrusts.  Seeing his son sucking off the big goliath
send Joe over the edge.  He slammed his cock to the hilt, feeling his
unimpeded load drain out of him for good this time.  His cock throbbed and
pumped, his seed emptying into Billy's -- no, Jack's -- tortured ass.
It all came flooding over him in a flash, what he had done, what he was
doing, and Joe staggered and then fell onto his ass.

	Kroos had him sitting in a chair and splashing cold water on his
face in no time.  Joe started putting pieces and patterns together and
there was a big sweaty bearded face coming into focus and below it was this
huge hairy muscled chest and below that was a furry belly and below that
was this thick hard cock shiny with spit.  And then Joe's mouth was on that
cock, sucking it like it was an oxygen tank.

	"No... no... please" Kroos pulled Joe's face free of his crotch
"you have had enough."

	"No!" Joe staggered out of his chair, his eyes falling next on a
naked boy strapped to the table.  His mouth was on that cock next.  He was
too focused on what his tongue was doing to that spongy head, and more
important what that cock was doing to his brain, to notice the slight
rocking motions coming from Jack's crotch.  Even when Joe's head was caught
in the vice grip between Jack's thighs as Kroos' cock again invaded Jack's
hyper-stretched hole, even then Joe did not stop sucking his kid's cock,
knowing nothing would stop him until he felt that sweet cream fill his
mouth.  Only Kroos was strong enough to pull him away from that suction
lock he had on Jack's dick to swing him around and force Joe's crotch
towards that familiar hole.  Sensing the internal struggle, Kroos pinned
both of Joe's arms behind him, using his own crotch to slam Joe's against
Jack's butt.  On the third try, Joe's now perpetual hardon found the target
and in it slid.  Kroos' hips rocked Joe again and again, minute after
minute, the three of them locked together in a death struggle.  Joe knew
this was what he always imagined, to be forced against his will by someone
stronger and bigger than he was, forced to do the unthinkable, the
impossible, to fuck his own son silly.  And this time he tried and tried to
prevent himself from losing himself in another orgasm, and the more he
resisted the closer it came, the more he struggled, the closer the train
came speeding towards him, caught in the headlight, deafened by the horn,
numb to the thick pole at his own hole, numb to everything except the need
to prevent himself from cumming, from blowing that load, that painfully
scalding load deep inside Billy's spasming ass.

	No matter how good it felt Joe stood there still recovering from
the shattering orgasm only a few moments before.  He looked down at his
hairy legs straddling that smooth young flesh and told himself how wrong
this was, how dangerous this way.  And the way Jack continued to struggle
against his straps only added to the nastiness of the situation.  He slid
his cock free of that tight hole and rested his balls on that hot smooth
chest, catching his breath.  He could feel Kroos' slow steady thrusts
against his own ass, even feeling the head pushing his hole open with an
unmistakable sting of pain, but nothing and no one could make him move.
All he could do was lean forward, take his son's cock in his mouth and wait
for the inevitable.  He did not know how long he stayed bent over before
his mouth filled with that warm, stickiness.  That was the last thing he
remembered before the red curtains closed and the train receded far far
away.