Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 05:38:38 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 22

My apologies to the readers for taking a long gap between uploading. I am
going to try to get all the remaining chapters uploaded very quickly. Happy
jacking!


This story was written in 1999-2000, and I personally consider it one of
the hottest of all time. But note that I am NOT its author. The author of
this story went by the name Shaverboy (a.k.a. ShaverBoy or Shaver Boy).

I've tried contacting him several times over the years, but sadly it seems
like he is no longer reachable at the email addresses he gave with his
stories. Unfortunately, this story was never submitted to Nifty, and it
currently only exists in the dark depths of Usenet. (ASSGM specifically if
you happen to remember that.) I'm scared that it could somehow vanish from
there someday, so I'd like to see it have a more permanent home on Nifty,
and I also think that it deserves a wider audience who might think it's as
hot as I do. I re-read this story every three or four years, and I usually
bust nearly as many loads as our reluctant protagonist does..!

Shaverboy wrote two other long stories besides Curiosity: Terry's Lessons,
which was written before Curiosity, and Doctor's Orders, which was written
after Curiosity. Terry's Lessons and Curiosity generally have the same
themes and styles, but Curiosity is a more evolved version of it with even
hotter action and more diverse scenarios. Doctor's Orders takes things in a
bit of a different direction but is still a good read. (And don't worry,
there are a few doctor scenes in Curiosity too, if that's your fetish!)
Terry's Lessons is also only on Usenet, but Doctor's Orders does in fact
exist here on Nifty already.

I truly do think that this is one of the "masterpieces" of gay erotica, and
I hope you enjoy it is much as I have over the years! If for some reason
you wish to correspond with me, the reposter, you can reach me at
offeringservice26@hotmail.com but just remember that I am NOT the author.
But Shaverboy, if you're still out there somewhere, I would love to hear
from you!


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CHAPTER 22 - SECURITY ALERT

I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and grabbed for my towel. It
wasn't where I hung it. In the dim light, I could see that a security guard
was standing there, holding the towel in his hand. I tried to cover up my
stiff dick.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Tim Parker. Is there a problem?"

He stepped toward me. He was a big guy, in his mid-twenties, with dark hair.
I could see his muscular arms sticking out from the short sleeves of his
white uniform shirt.

"Maybe you should tell me. You want to explain what you've been doing?"

My heart pounded. Could he possibly know about what had happened?

"Um, I just was using the restroom and decided to take a shower."

"And a few things in between." He glanced toward a corner of the ceiling. I
followed his glance and saw a security camera up in the corner. It was
pointed toward the urinals. I felt the blood drain from my face.

"I, uh, those guys made me do that. I don't do that kind of thing."

"You looked pretty willing from where I was sitting. Repeatedly willing.
I'll have to report this. What school are you from?"

"Look, please don't tell anybody. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I
mean I'm not queer. I don't know why these guys wanted to fuck me and have
me suck them and all that. But it wasn't my fault."

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself pretty well. I saw you blow a load
all over the floor. Several times."

"I guess I was just horny. Just please don't tell anybody."

"Where are you staying?"

"With Max Collier, right down the hall. He and his brother are supposed to
give me a ride home. Look, I'll go back to the room and won't bother you
again. I promise."

"Come with me. I need to check you out"

He handed me my towel. I wrapped it around my waist, still dripping wet from
the shower, and headed out with him right behind me.

"Stop," he ordered before we reached the door. "Put your hands behind your
back."

I did and he grabbed them, snapping a pair of handcuffs on me.

"Hey, that's not necessary, man."

"Shut up and move." He opened the door and pushed me through.

We walked down the hall and to the stairs. I was self-conscious, wearing
only a towel. Where was he taking me? It had to be at least four in the
morning.

We walked out of the building and across the courtyard to the athletic
complex where I'd been for the swim meet. I felt the warm summer breeze
against my naked chest, teasing my nipples. We walked into the building and
up a flight of stairs. This seemed familiar. We went down the hall and into
an office.

I looked around. It was the doctor's office where I'd been the previous
afternoon. Dr. Fredricks had examined me after the swim meet. The memory of
what happened there was foggy. But something about the room made me
apprehensive. I felt that tingling in my ass again, making my dick swell.

Dr. Fredricks came in at that moment. "So, Mr. Parker again. Still getting
into trouble."

"Why are we here?" I asked nervously.

The guard reached over and yanked off my towel. "After what I saw you doing,
you need to be checked out before I turn you in."

I looked at the two of them. "Please doctor, I didn't mean to. These guys,
they made me."

"That story is getting pretty tired, boy," the doctor said. Turning to the
guard he asked, "What did he do?"

"He was seen on the security cameras sucking people off in the restroom.
First one guy, then two others. And taking dick up the ass. Quite a show."

The doctor shook his head. "He was caught doing the same thing yesterday
afternoon."

I tried to defend myself, "I didn't want to. I just got cornered."

"That's not the way it looked. You were standing at the trough, playing with
yourself, waiting for somebody to come in and when he did you were checking
out his dick from the moment he came in," the officer reported.

I blushed. There was a certain amount of truth to what he said but I
couldn't have people hear that. "But that's not the whole story. That's not
the way it was. You can't tell people that."

"Well, we better check you out again. It would be lousy to spread that
around if we didn't have all the facts. Wouldn't it, son?" the doctor said
from behind me.

I started to say something but the security guard stepped up to me. "Yeah,
that would be awful. Don't you think, kid?"

I was starting to feel more uncomfortable. There was something going on
here.

He stood there, looking closely at me. "You remember me, kid?"

I looked at him. There was something familiar about him. I saw his name
plate 'M. Mitchell'. It dawned on me.

"Marty Mitchell?"

"That's right. I'm glad you remember. Because I sure remember you."

I was kind of scared now. I had botched up this guy's athletic career by
telling about him giving somebody a blowjob in a restroom. Now he had the
same goods on me. "You do?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember you real well. I remember you comin' into that
bathroom last year and shootin' your fuckin' mouth off about something that
wasn't any of your damn business. Just so you could prove what a macho stud
you were."

I was trembling. "Man, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause you trouble."

"Trouble? Let me tell you, you little shit, you caused more than trouble. Up
until then, I'd just about managed to keep things under wraps. I was
discreet. There was too much riding on it. Then that creep decided to
blackmail me into a blowjob. I almost had it under control though. I was
gonna tease him a little then get him back to my room for some serious
action. I figured that would cool his jets. And you came in and blew the
whole thing."

"But, hey, if I hadn't, wouldn't he have blabbed around?"

Marty smiled bitterly. "You know, that's the crazy thing. After you left, he
freaked out. Apologizing all over himself for causing trouble. Said he never
meant for that to happen. I was still plenty pissed at him. The two of us
were standing there in that bathroom, both half hysterical. I was yelling at
him, he was crying. I ended up taking him back to my room to calm him down.
Imagine that, he'd gotten me in trouble and now I was trying to calm him
down. The moment we walked in the door, he got down on his knees, pulled
down my shorts and sucked me. His way of apologizing. But believe me, I
wanted more at that point. A lot more. I stripped him down and threw him on
the bed and fucked the hell out of him. And you know what? He loved it. We
actually were having a good time. After a really fucked up start, we started
to get into each other. We spent the next two days together fucking and
sucking."

"Then, about two days later I started getting news that somebody had shot
his mouth off about what had happened. I remembered you and your friend. I
didn't know which one of you was the bigmouth but I had a feeling it was
you."

"But why? I mean Jeff was there too."

"Because I saw you in that bathroom and saw the look on your face. You
looked interested. Fucking fascinated as a matter of fact. And then you
looked scared. Like it suddenly occurred to you that you're not supposed to
get into guys sucking dick. Your friend just looked, well, like he thought
it was funny. Like he really couldn't give a shit."

"Well, I guess it shocked me. I mean I'd never seen anything like . . ." I
stopped. It dawned on me now that I had seen a guy suck a dick before that.
And it had been me sucking my father.

"Really? I find that hard to believe. I knew you were a cocksucker then. And
all that big deal you made in the bathroom was bullshit for your friend."

I started to deny that but stopped. He wouldn't believe me anyway.

Marty continued. "Anyway, after a couple of days, the coach called. He
didn't care but some of the faculty was upset. And some of the other guys on
the team were making a stink. One of them sent a letter to the Olympic
committee. So that was the end of that. Well, Hector was really upset about
what happened, felt it was his fault and all. Which it was partly. And I was
damned bitter. At him, at the committee, at the world, at you. I kicked
Hector out. I quit the team because they were all pissed at me and I
couldn't take the whispering behind my back. I had to get this job because
that was the end of my athletic scholarship. But what I really wanted was to
get my hands on the one who spilled the beans and ring his little neck."

I gulped.

"I knew what you looked like but didn't know your name. Not until I was down
visiting Nick last year and went to a swim meet. I saw you. And then I asked
Nick about you. He said he thought you were a little closet case."

"How do you know Nick?"

"Let's just say we met at a few parties about three or four years ago. I
found out some of the things Nick was into and we had a good time together.
Actually, he had mentioned you before all this happened. Talked about how
turned on you got at away meets. Yeah, he and Larry and I talked a lot about
you."

I was startled by the mention of my stepfather. "You know Larry too?"

"Oh, yeah. He told me what a little tease you are, wandering around the
house in your underwear, showing off your basket and your ass. And how you'd
been cruising him since he moved in."

"That's not true. I never cruised Larry. I don't even like him."

"Well, according to him, you had a habit of showing up in the bathroom every
morning just as he was getting out of the shower and sneaking looks at his
dick. After a while, he decided to start teasing you. He'd stroke his dick
enough to get it half hard before getting out of the shower. He said that
really got your attention. True?"

I was beet red with embarrassment. I had been curious about Larry's dick. I
mean, shit, he was sharing our house and I would see him and, well, who
could help looking?

"Well, sure I noticed it. But I wasn't checking him out."

"Right, sure. Larry told me how you would always be making with the fag
jokes to cover up. Hanging out with the jocks to be the little stud. All the
time, you were checking out dicks. And playin' with your ass."

"How did you . . ." I started, then realized I was giving myself away. "What
makes you think that?"

Marty laughed. "Larry saw you one time. You thought nobody was home and he
saw you lying on the bed, fuckin' yourself with a candle while you jacked
off. Said you blew like crazy."

I stared at the floor. I couldn't deny what he said.

"Yeah, Nick said you got really turned on by back rubs and shaving sessions
too. And then you'd start spouting off about how much you loved pussy and
how you were getting it on with this girl. He and Larry knew what a little
coward you were. Larry said you really got off on discipline too."

I blushed at the thought of what he was saying. "That's bullshit! I never
got off on that."

"Oh yeah? From what he said, your father was a real hardass and used to
really lay it to you. He said your dad used to strip you down and whip your
ass in the basement. Larry heard you got off on it."

I was shaking now. "That's, that's not, um, I never got off on that." The
image of my father spanking me was in my mind. My dick twitched more. Marty
noticed and smiled.

"Still gets you hot doesn't it?"

"No, of course not."

He walked around behind me and rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks. My dick
responded by jerking even more. "Want to get your butt whipped, boy?" He
slapped my ass cheek hard.

"Look," I said, my voice unsteady, "please let me go. I promise I'm sorry
for what I did. If there's something I could do to pay you back, I'll do it.
Just let me go."

"Well, pay back's a bitch, kid. And you owe me big. Nick called me Friday
night to say you were here. And he told me that you were becoming the
perfect little whore after all your protests. I would have dropped in on you
then but I was working another job. So I was glad to hear you got to stay
another night. I couldn't get away from the desk earlier. I was gonna come
by Max's room later. But you provided me with plenty of entertainment. I
hadn't planned on that. Thanks for the unexpected bonus."

He pulled a video cassette from the back of his belt. "I'm sure a lot of
people will find this entertaining."

I gulped. The security tape from the bathroom. "Please, don't show that to
anyone. They'll misunderstand. I didn't want to do that. I'm not queer like
. . ."

"Like me?" Marty sneered. "I heard you still think you're mister high and
mighty straight stud. Even though you cruise every big dick you see and get
off like crazy from having a cock up your ass. Or two. But I suppose I could
be fair about this. I'll give you the tape."

"Hey thanks man!" I was relieved. I reached for the tape. He pulled it back.

"Not so fast. There are a few conditions."

I hesitated. This was sounding less appealing. "What are you gonna do to
me?" My dick twitched against my stomach.

"Oh this is going to be an educational experience. You're going to expand
your horizons. First of all, I'd like to see what you were doing there first
hand."

He looked at me. I realized what he was saying. I weighed the possibilities
and walked over to him. He stood with his hands on his hips. Silently I
dropped to my knees and faced his crotch. I could tell his dick was hard in
his pants.

"See, this won't be so bad. You want it anyway."

I started to say no but stopped myself. Arguing wouldn't get me any closer
to getting that tape.

"Take it out," he ordered.

I reached up and pulled down his zipper. Reaching in, I pulled his
eight-inch fat cock out.

"Good. Now lick it."

I stared at the bulbous head as it bobbed in front of my face. I leaned
forward and ran my tongue over it. Then, again, circling it and then heading
down the thick shaft. I kept licking until I felt Marty's hand on the back
of my head. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took his dick in.

"That's it. Suck me." Marty groaned. "You're not bad, straight boy. You suck
awful good cock. Try him, doc."

Marty pulled out of my mouth and the doctor came over, his dick already out
and almost hard. I took it in my mouth and sucked.

"He is good at this. But then I knew that from yesterday."

Marty laughed, "So you've already gotten to sample the goods, huh? Well he
must have liked it cause he's really chowing down on that cock of yours."

I tried to remember what had happened yesterday when the doctor and Coach
Fisher had brought me here. The memory was foggy. Yet I somehow knew I had
sucked this dick before.

Marty spoke again as he stood slowly stroking his dick. "So you say you're
straight but from what I saw earlier, you really get off on getting fucked.
Now I want you to tell me about the first person who fucked you. Tell me in
detail. I want to see your reactions."

The doctor pulled out of my mouth and leaned back on the exam table waiting
for my answer.

I was beet red as I told them about Carlos coming into the shower room at
the pool, tying me up and fucking me in the shower. I hated having to tell
about it but my dick throbbed and drooled steadily as I described the
details of Carlos's assault on my ass.

"So you got off on being tied up."

"No, uh I just, well he made me."

"Well you're sure getting off on it now."

I had no reply to that.

"And that was the first?"

My heart pounded. I remembered my dad. "Well, yeah," I lied.

"I think you're hiding something." Marty said. "Something got you started
fucking yourself with that candle. What was it?"

"No, really, I'd never done that before." I said, increasingly nervous.

"Well, maybe we can help you to remember. Can't we, Doc?"

"Sure," the doctor said coming over to me. "Since being restrained seems to
excite you, let's set the mood right for you first. Marty, give me your
keys."

I stood there frozen as Marty tossed him the keys. The doctor unlocked the
handcuff from my left wrist and pulled me to the center of the room. There
was a chain hanging from a pipe near the ceiling. Pulling my hands over my
head he hooked the handcuffs to the chain and recuffed my hands. Then he
went over to the side of the room and picked up a pole about four feet long.
There were cuffs attacked to each end. He snapped one around my left ankle.
Then, pulling my legs as far as he could, he attached the other cuff to my
right ankle. I hung from my cuffed wrists, my feet barely touching the
floor. My dick stood up, hard as ever.

Marty walked over to me. He reached down and grabbed my balls hard. I
shouted in pain.

"Nice big nuts, cunt boy. I bet you really spew a load. But they're kind of
cramped in that sack right up against you. That's not good. How are you
gonna be the little fuck machine stud you claim to be if your balls are all
cramped up? We need to stretch it a bit to give 'em more room. Right, Doc?"

"Sounds like a healthy solution to me."

The doctor got another set of handcuffs from the drawer. While Marty pulled
my balls down, he snapped one cuff tightly around my ballsack. Then he
brought a ten pound weight from the cabinet and hung it from the other cuff.
It swayed between my legs as Marty released my balls. I moaned in agony but
my dick still stayed stiff.

"How's that feel?"

"It hurts."

"But your dick seems turned on by it. I think you like this," Marty
commented, taking my dick in his hand and slowly stroking it. "Hand me
another weight."

The doctor brought another five pound weight over and gave it to Marty. He
hooked it to the cuffs. I felt like my balls were being ripped off. My sack
stretched a good three inches down to where the cuff clamped around my
aching balls. I groaned louder.

"You're gonna have some nice low hangers by the time we're done. " He
continued working my cock, spreading the precum up and down the shaft. He
reached up with the other hand and twisted my nipples. I tried not to move
since the weights would swing every time I did but his twisting made it
impossible.

"Nice tits kid, nice and meaty. Very tender. Doc, you better have a look at
them."

The doctor came over and took my nipples between his fingers, pinching hard.

"Obviously you've had them worked a lot. Is that part of your turn on too?"

I gritted my teeth. "No."

"Now, Tim, don't lie to me. I think I may need to continue the experiment we
ran yesterday. I'll be right back."

I wasn't sure what he meant. He went over to the other side of the room. He
wheeled over a cart with some equipment on it. I had a vague memory of this
that made my dick twitch again.

"I see you remember our little session yesterday. Or at least your dick
does."

He pulled out the wires with the clamps on the end. I bit my lip hard as he
attached the clamps to my tender tits. He turned the dial on the machine to
the first setting. I started feeling that tingling in my nipples. Every few
second it would send another pulse through them. A big wad of drool spilled
out of my cock onto Marty's hand.

"Well, you sure like that," Marty commented.

I was too distracted to be able to talk. My nipples ached and yet also were
sending insistent messages straight to my crotch.

Marty released my dick, letting it smack up against my stomach. "Now, I
think you have more to tell us. Who else has fucked that pussy of yours?"

"Look I don't want to talk about it."

Marty held up the tape. "Then I guess this is up for grabs."

"NO!" I yelled. Tears came to my eyes as I started, haltingly, telling them
about the night with Nick and Gary. And then about my stepbrother and his
friend. And Larry. And Jeremy and Greg. And the team. Marty kept stopping
me, asking questions about how I'd reacted: had I gotten hard; did I cum
while they fucked me; how big were their dicks.

"When did you first fantasize about being fucked?"

"Never. I never thought about that."

"Are you sure, Tim," Marty asked. "It sounds to me like you really liked the
idea. Was there a guy that you were after? Some guy that made your dick hard
just to see him?"

I thought of Jeff. I thought of last summer, jacking off together on his
bed. I could see his dick in my mind, hard and thick as he stroked it and
shot his load all over me.

Marty watched me as I stood there. "So there is somebody. Who is he?"

"No," I lied, "No, there isn't anybody."

"I think you're full of shit, kid." He grabbed my dick again and squeezed it
hard. "Who were you thinking about all those times you fucked yourself with
that candle?"

Gritting my teeth I lied, "Nobody. I just was . . . horny."

"Horny for a dick up your butt. What about your friend? The guy who was with
you that day you saw me in the bathroom. What's his name, Taylor?"

"Yeah, Jeff Taylor."

"Nick told me you were hot for this Taylor guy. True?" He squeezed my cock
again.

"N-no."

"You done it with him?"

"No, of course not."

"Are you sure?" He nodded to the doctor who turned the knob on the machine.
A stronger pulse of electricity went through my sore nipples.

"AAAGH!" I cried, "We, we jacked off together once. That's it. Nothing
else."

"I bet you got off on that."

Marty turned to the doctor. "I think Tim needs to relax a little so he can
tell us everything and enjoy this a little more. You agree?"

"Yes," the doctor replied as he walked back toward me, carrying a syringe.
"This will relax you a bit, Tim. I think you'll find it kind of stimulating
as well. Then maybe we can talk about all this easier." He stepped behind me
and injected the syringe in my butt cheek.

"What was that?" I asked. I didn't want to black out like yesterday.

"Just a mild sedative. It won't put you out, just make you more cooperative.
I think you'll find it easier to tell the truth."

I started feeling a slight tingling. But nothing definite.

"Now, we can all get comfy. It's fuckin' hot in here." Marty continued, as
he unbuttoned his shirt. He hung it on the back of a chair, revealing a
broad muscular smooth chest. "Let's get a few answers. Who was really the
first person to fuck you?"

Feeling slightly dazed, I found myself unable to resist answering even
though I didn't want to. "My father."

"Did you get hard?" Marty was kicking off his shoes now and removing his
socks.

"Yeah."

"Did you cum while he fucked you?" He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from
his pants.

"Yeah." I was crying but my dick was fully hard, dripping on the floor in
front of me.

"That makes you hot doesn't it, kid?" Marty asked in a low voice.

"I-I can't help it."

"Did he tie you up?"

"Yeah."

"Did he whip your ass?"

"Yeah."

"And that made you hard didn't it?"

"I guess."

Taking his belt, he walked behind me and rubbed it against my butt. Just
doing that reminded me of my father and his belt. My dick jerked more.

"Thinking about somebody tying you up, taking control of you, humiliating
you. You get off on that."

"No, no I couldn't. That would be . . . queer."

"And of course a fine little heterosexual stud like you wouldn't get off on
his daddy spanking him. Or sucking his daddy's dick. Or feeling daddy's dick
up his ass." He tapped his belt lightly against my ass.

"Stop! No, I don't, I just, I just . . ." My voice shook. My dick was
drooling now, spilling precum down between my spread legs.

Marty got right up in my face. "You are a little cock whore, made to be
fucked. And the rougher it is the more you like it."

"No, that's not true."

He walked behind me and let me have a good whack with his belt. The weights
hanging from my balls heaved back and forth. I cried out but my dick poured
out a new load of goo, it was looking milkier.

Marty continued, "That's right, a little cock whore who thinks he's
straight. You're pathetic."

I was getting foggier. "But I am straight. Please, dad, I am."

Marty looked at the doctor and then at me. "Dad? Did your father think you
were a fag?"

"I told him I wasn't. I told him over and over. He said if I was a fag he'd
throw me out. But I wasn't. I just couldn't help getting hard." I was
rambling now, saying what ever came to mind. "I didn't want to get hard when
he'd spank me. I didn't want to jack off for him. But I did."

"And it made you hot didn't it?"

"I wanted him to believe me. But I couldn't make it happen. I'd just get
hard."

Marty came over in front of me and took my face in his hand. He looked
deeply into my eyes. "Of course you couldn't help it," he said softly.
"Because you are a fag. You are turned on by cock. And more than that.
You're a pig bottom. You wanted him to punish you."

"No!"

"What do you feel when you think about it? Do you get hard?"

I thought for a second and whispered, "Well, I guess so."

"And what if I were to beat your bubble ass with this belt, would that make
your cock drip? Would you cum?"

"I-I don't know," I stammered. I was terrified but something about what he
said sent a thrill through my dick.

"Let's see." He moved behind me and swatted my ass again, hard. And again. I
cried out but I was also getting more turned on.

After about twenty strokes he stopped. My ass was covered with angry red
stripes. Both of us were covered in sweat. A pool of milky looking precum
was on the floor between my feet and my dick twitched and drooled
continuously. I looked over to the side of the room. Max and Wayne were
standing there watching me, along with the doctor. All three were rubbing
their crotches as they watched.

"See, guys, I told you he was really a whore underneath that little goody
two shoes exterior." Marty panted. "You're really turned on aren't you,
whore? You love the fact that people are watching your naked whore body. Did
your daddy whip you in front of other people?"

I nodded, thinking of that last night.

"And did you get hard? Did you shoot your little pig boy load?"

I nodded again, tears streaming down my face. Something was happening to me.
I felt hot and tingly all over. Whatever it was that the doctor had given me
was making me feel even hornier than ever. It was like every nerve end in my
body needed sex and needed it right now. I tried to fight it but it was no
use. I needed to cum. I needed to be fucked. I was slowly squirming in my
restraints, my red ass and swollen dick pulsing with need.

"I need to cum. Please, I need to cum," I moaned.

"I'm surprised you haven't shot a load as turned on as you are, pig boy."

"I can't." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

I didn't want to but felt compelled to tell him. "I can't cum without
something . . ." I stopped myself.

"You can't cum unless you've got something in that pussy ass of yours,
right?"

I was so desperate I gave in. I nodded in shame.

"Well, how does a straight boy like you explain that?"

"It's just because . . . I don't know. My ass has gotten fucked so much, I
need it. I can't explain it." I couldn't believe I was saying this. Maybe it
was the sedative. Or the fact that I needed to cum so badly I could scream.
Or both. I didn't know.

Marty came up behind me. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass.
I shifted so that it was sliding up and down my crack.

"You really want me to fuck you don't you, Tim?"

"Yeah. Please. Fuck me."

"Why?"

"Because I need to cum?"

"And why would my fucking you make you cum? Maybe because you're a fag?"

I gave up. "Maybe. Just please do it."

"Say it and maybe I will."

I hesitated. It was hard for me to get those words out but I was horny
beyond belief.

"I'm a fag.

"And you're a pussy boy"

"I'm a pussy boy."

"And a boy cunt."

"I'm a . . .boy cunt."

He slid a finger into my ass.

"And what are boy cunts good for?"

I hesitated but couldn't avoid the answer. "Getting fucked."

He slid a second finger in, working them around in my stretched out hole.
"You live to be fucked, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, felling him work a third finger in and twist them
roughly.

"So how are you gonna keep satisfied? Where are you gonna find enough dick
out there to feed that boy cunt of yours?"

"I . . . don't . . . know." I could barely talk, gritting my teeth as he
worked his fourth finger in. I could feel him rubbing two finger tips
against my prostate lump. I trembled violently as he did that.

"You're gonna be nothin' but a faggot whore, workin' the parks and
restrooms. That's the only way you'll keep your asshole satisfied."

"N-n-n-o." I felt him start to push his thumb in. My head was swimming. He
was working his hand into my ass. And I was getting more turned on. My ass
just seemed to want to swallow whatever he'd give me.

"You get off on this don't you pig boy. You can't get that ass stretched
enough. Well let's see what we can do to make that hungry twat of yours
happy. He shoved. I gasped as his hand entered my ass up to the wrist. I
could feel him slowly working his fingers around inside me.

I was breathing in short rapid gasps. I felt my balls getting ready to blow.
He started punching his hand in and out of my hole, his fingers rubbing hard
against my prostate. The weight on my balls swayed back and forth between my
legs, seeming to pull them lower with each swing. I moaned with each thrust
into my gut. Milky fluid ran from my dick, which spasmed obscenely up and
down.

Marty panted as he punched at my ass repeatedly. "You're on fire, aren't
you, slut? You need that pussy stretched open don't you? You're just a
little bitch in heat."

I nodded, my whole body wracked with tremors. I knew I was going to cum. I
had to cum. Right now!

"OOOOOH!!!" I shouted as cum flew from my dick splashing the floor five feet
in front of me. And then four feet. And then three and a half. And so on. I
thought I'd never stop shooting. All the time, I was shouting at the top of
my lungs. My whole body, from every hair in my scalp to my toenails seemed
on fire with lust. Finally I was done. I nearly passed out. I slumped,
hanging by my cuffed wrists.

"Well, quite a performance, kid. I guess that really works for you." Marty
smirked as he slowly twisted his hand out of my ass. I heard it emerge with
a wet plop. My ass felt so incredibly empty. "Now after having given you so
much pleasure, I think it's time to give me a bit. Right, Timmy boy?"

Still catching my breath, I nodded wordlessly. Even after the tortured
orgasm I'd just had, I still felt horny. What had happened to me? I still
wanted more.

Marty was glad to provide it. His dick slid easily into my open hole. He
started pounding hard, slapping my ass cheeks and twisting my clamped
nipples. I was on fire again. I felt the load in my balls building again. It
was beyond control. I couldn't stop the feeling. I didn't even want to. All
I could think of was the feeling of that dick sliding in and out of me and
the feeling in my dick as it got ready to blow all over the floor again.

Max came up in front of me. He had taken off his clothes and his dick stood
out, hard and straight. He took my dick in his hand.

"You want to cum don't you baby? I'll help you cum. Then you'll help me,
OK?"

I nodded. Max worked my dick and nipples as Marty continued fucking me. Max
leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I found myself
kissing back, my tongue dueling with his. And my dick blew another load,
splattering his belly, dripping off his hand.

Moments later I felt Marty blow his load in me. The heat of his load seared
the tender insides of my ass.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Now I think we're even, pussy boy."
He pulled out slowly.

Max still stood in front of me. "Do you want more, Tim?"

In spite of all that had happened, I was still flying, my body vibrating
with need. My head was spinning. My dick still throbbed even though I'd just
shot two big loads. I nodded wordlessly.

Max took the clamps off my tits and moved behind me. I felt his huge cock
rub against my ass. He had one arm wrapped around me as he aimed his big
post at my hole. He started to push it in. I moaned as the first six inches
sank into my ass.

Max leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Is that what you want, baby? You
want my big meat stretching you open?" He started working it in and out of
me.

"Uh-huh," I replied in a hoarse whisper. My body was on fire. Sweat poured
down my back and my chest.

Wayne came forward and took my dick in his hand. He started to slowly
stroke. "Let me give you a hand, pussy boy."

Max was fucking hard now, plowing into my ass deeper with each thrust. With
his hands, he worked my sore nipples. Wayne stroked me faster, making the
weights on my balls swing and bob up and down. Marty and the doctor stood
watching and stroking their dicks, as I got ready to cum again. I felt Max's
hot load shoot into my hole and I started to shoot, convulsing and groaning
as my load coated Wayne's hand.

The doctor came over and unlocked the cuff around my balls, releasing the
weights from them. Then he unlocked the handcuffs holding my hands over my
head. I slumped forward into Wayne's arms, my head resting against his
muscular chest. I could feel Wayne's hard dick grazing my thigh as I leaned
against him. I had no feeling in my arms and Max rubbed from my shoulders to
my hands to get the circulation going again. As I got the use of my arms
back, I pushed back from Wayne and went down on my knees. Just the feel of
his dick against me had me needing to suck it. All my mind could process was
the thought of sucking Wayne's dick. I ran my tongue around the head and
then took it in my mouth hungrily.

"Damn," Marty said as he watched, "What did you give him, doc?"

"A little combination that loosens the inhibitions a bit. It also seems to
cause enhanced sexual arousal. Some guys have been slipping it to their
girlfriends on campus in powder form."

"Oh, yeah, I've heard. Well, it sure has set him free." Marty laughed as I
slobbered all over Wayne's pole, pumping it with my mouth. In minutes, he
was shooting his load in my throat. I gulped down his cum as best I could.

Max pulled me back off Wayne's dick and held me. I was having trouble
focusing my eyes on anything. My head rolled back against his chest. I was
still horny. My dick was rising to full hardness once more. I couldn't
think. I just wanted sex. I looked at the doctor.

"Fuck me. I need a dick in me, please," I slurred. I was possessed by the
burning need in my ass. A tiny voice inside me kept screaming no but I
ignored it.

The doctor came over and looked down at me, "So you want more, huh?" He said
to Max, "Bring him over here and bend him over the table."

Max picked me up and looked me in the eye. I was having trouble focusing my
eyes on anything. "Are you sure, Tim?"

I mumbled, "Fuck me please. Fuck my pussy hole. I need to cum again." It was
my only thought at this point. I needed it. I needed it badly.

"God, you have become a little whore."

Max brought me over to the table. The doctor, naked now, came up behind me
and shoved his dick into me in one hard thrust. I grunted as he began
fucking hard, his crotch slapping against my sweaty ass. My dick rubbed
against the side of the table, leaving a trail of ooze dribbling down. I
knew I'd shoot again soon with his fat cock pummeling my swollen prostate.

Marty came over and pointed his dick at my mouth. "Long as you're in the
mood, kid, suck on this."

I took his dick, hungrily sucking on it. I couldn't get enough. I could feel
that the doctor was getting close. His pumping became fast and furious. I
shot my load down the side of the table, milky cum splashing down the gray
metal. I felt the heat of the doctor's jizz shoot into my ass. Moments
later, Marty shot another load into my waiting mouth. They pulled out,
leaving me panting, bent over the table. The four of them looked at me.

"How long will it take this stuff to wear off?" Max asked.

The doctor was pulling his clothes on. "Oh given how he's been going, about
another half hour. But he's probably pretty exhausted anyway. He's had a
kind of a busy weekend."

Max looked down at me. "Yeah, he has." He pulled me to my feet. "Come on,
Tim, time to get you home."

I nodded drunkenly. Max held me as Wayne helped me into my coveralls. I
couldn't stand up by myself. Max had to hold onto me.

Marty spoke up. "Max, are you getting attached to this little mess?"

Max looked at my slumped form in his arms. "I don't know. Maybe he just
turns me on a little. I hope you've gotten it out of your system, this thing
you've had about him. You were pretty hard on him."

Marty considered for a minute as he dressed. "You know, I think I have. I
always knew the kid was a queer. And Nick and Larry and had told me he liked
it rough. If he'd start to realize that and stop such a little prick, he
could have a real good time with this. I wasn't sure how I'd react to him,
whether I'd still be pissed at him or not. I think I'm over it. It's his
problem now."

Max dressed while Wayne held me up. He looked at Marty. "Yeah I guess it is
his problem. I just hope he deals with it OK."

"Don't be surprised if he reverts back to his straight act when he comes
to," the doctor said. "This kid is just bound and determined to deny
reality." He handed Max a tube of ointment. "You might want to put that on
his ass. It'll relieve the swelling some. He's had a lot of stretching. His
prostate is so swollen he still is gonna be hot to trot for days. And I gave
him some shots yesterday in his dick and nipples that should keep them
supersensitive for a while. Maybe if he's hot enough he'll stop fighting
it."

Marty came over to Max. "Buddy, if I were you, I'd think twice about any
feelings you have about this little slut."

"He was drugged."

"That just set him free to be a whore. But the doc's right. He'll go right
back to being the little self-righteous straight boy when it wears off. You
just got to see the other side."

Max stuck the tube in his pocket, put his arm around my waist and pointed me
toward the door. "OK, come on, Tim, let's go home."

Marty came over, "You can give him this. Tell him it's a little reminder
from me. He'll probably really enjoy watching it." He handed Max the tape
from the bathroom security camera.

We headed out of the building into the morning sunlight and out to Wayne's
van.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .