Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2017 14:01:40 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My Rushed Physical Exam, Chapter 2 My Rushed Physical Exam Part II: The Mr. Wallace Experience By Cresive Authors Note: I hadn't planned to write this story so soon after my first chapter, but after all the positive reviews, I felt compelled to get this story online. Unlike the first chapter, which actually happened as I described, I have embellished this one a bit. I won't tell you where, but let's just say that the border of fiction and reality is farther than you think. The basic premise of the story actually happened and most of what follows did occur. I will let you decide where the fiction begins. ____________________________________________________________________________ This story occurs about six months after the fateful physical exam. It was early Spring, when the weather is still cool, but you are trying to shrug off the effects of cabin fever. I was hanging out with some friends, with whom I walked about town. We were bored, broke and had nothing better to do. We went to the local department store to waste some time. Now remember, I lived in a small town, so the "department store" was not what you have in a larger town. Let's just say that JC Penney's never worried about it taking away any market share. The name has changed several times, and I cannot remember the name of the store at the time, which should tell you everything about it. My friends got the bright idea to shoplift some candy, and other items. I wasn't in on the game-not that I am above sin, but I just wasn't involved that day. I was a high school athlete, with aspirations of college. I didn't want to throw that away for a candy bar, etc. I did notice a guy look over at us when my friends were grabbing some loot, but didn't think much about it at the time. My friends made a bee line for the front door with me in tow. Just as we stepped out of the store, the man appeared with a badge (probably store security) and escorted us back to a room with a cheap table and folding chairs. We were shut in this room with our thoughts. After a while the man returned with a note pad and some forms. He asked us the usual questions for which we gave false information. I have to admit, it was my idea to lie. I didn't want to be involved with this, nor did I want this bozo calling my parents. About half of my friends took my lead, but a few gave their real names. The guard lectured us about how the store had a problem with shoplifting and that the management has changed to more stringent anti-theft policies and upgraded its security. A few other men walked in, after which we were escorted to separate rooms. Here is where my story actually begins. After about what seemed to be an hour, Mr. Wallace walks in with the security guard. Looking back, I could only describe Mr. Wallace in that he looked like a typical CEO of a major corporation. He was strong-jawed, dressed to the T's and had the attitude where he was used to being in command. He was square built, but seemed to be in good shape. His hair was well trimmed and his hands were manicured. He could have been the poster model for what a CEO should look like. The deference the security guard gave Mr. Wallace was palpable, even to me. You can guess how just poor of a defense a scared fourteen-year-old boy could muster against him. Mr. Wallace looks at me, then the paper where the guard had written down my alias. He looks at me again, and chuckles. He sits down across the table from me, looks my dead in the eye and asked for my real name. I realized he knew my at least my first name from my earlier meeting, so I decided to come clean. I was really scared now, as I was totally screwed-although I didn't realize how true that would become. Now remember, I had just finished my wrestling season, was making good grades, and didn't want a criminal record. I was on the smaller side--having wrestled 105 lbs and feeling every bit as scared as a child would in this sitution. My parents were not the most attentive, but if you ever wanted to get their attention, just do something to embarrass them! As much as I didn't want a record, I REALLY didn't want to involve my parents at any point. I was terrified and would do most anything to get out of this trouble. Since I had lied to the security guard, Mr. Wallace decided to put me through the full session the others would endure. While we were in the first room, the guard had everyone empty their pockets. I didn't add to the loot (I didn't have any to add), which didn't go unnoticed. Now that I was separated, I was going to find out just how far the owner would go to get his property back. I was told to stand up, and move back from the chair table in the room. The room was long and narrow, so I was basically moved to an open space in the room. As I stepped back, I was told to place my hands behind my head, which I did. Mr. Wallace proceeded to come to my side of the table, and pick up and rifle through my jacket that I had left on my chair. He didn't find anything other than some notes, and other detritus that I left in my pockets. After his search, he handed the coat to the security guard who also rifled through it before he tossed the jacket into a large, plastic bin next to the table. He then turned to me and told me to remove my shirt. I did as I was instructed and handed the shirt to him. He checked the pocket, under the collar, etc. and threw the shirt into the bin. He then asked for my trousers. I was a bit reluctant, but I was too scared to disobey. I took off my shoes then my trousers, and handed them to Mr. Wallace. He gave my shoes a thorough examination. At first, I thought my shoes would be a good place to hide contraband, but I noticed he spent a very long time with them. The shoes were relatively new and Mr. Wallace really gave them a once-over. He warily looked at me as he closely inspected my shoes before tossing them into the bin as well. He picked up my pants and searched the pockets, unrolled the pants legs (the style at the time was to roll up your pants), turned them inside-out and removed every object I had in my pants. This consisted of a couple dollars, a comb, my wallet and some change. These items he put into an envelope and proceeded to toss the trousers into the bin with the rest of my clothes. All of this looked very official and I was getting more scared by the minute. I was left standing in my tee shirt, underwear and socks. Of course, the search didn't stop here. I was told to remove my socks and tee shirt, which I promptly did. These were searched and manhandled while I watched. I was really getting nervous now as I was just down to my underwear, and the two men had my clothes. The guard gave me a knowing grin as he completed his examination of my clothes. Mr. Wallace then turned to me and said to remove my briefs. Now I was really scared. My knees were shaking and I was on the verge of tears. I wasn't so scared of being naked in front of Mr. Wallace, as I had been naked in front of him before. However, once I had removed my underwear-and voluntarily handed them to Mr. Wallace-I would be totally naked, totally powerless and totally without options. Mr. Wallace told me a little more sternly to remove my briefs and hand them to him. Reluctantly. I complied. I turned a bit sideways to give me a little dignity, and stepped out of my underwear. The guard stepped up, grabbed them out of my hands and told me to face them with my hands behind my head. At this point, I was totally beaten, mentally. I was totally naked in front of these men to whom I had given all my clothes. Both men stared at me for a few moments which felt like hours. I was so nervous that I am sure my balls were taking refuge in my throat. I was also cold in the room, so my cock was the size of a pinkie about this time. After a few minutes, the guard turned my underwear in and out before placing them in the bin. He remarked that I was a young one and commented on my smaller dick and sparse pubic hair. Both he and Mr. Wallace remaked about my body and lack of hair. I am standing in a narrow, but well-lit room. I am naked, with my hands behind my head while these men stare at me. Mr. Wallace simpers and then remarks to the guard that this isn't the first time he had seen me naked. This piques the guards interest, but he doesn't ask for clarification. I am told to stand still while the guard takes my clothes and other items out of the room. I am now alone with Mr. Wallace and petrified. It is one thing to be naked and vulnerable. It is another thing to be naked in a room and your clothes removed to another location. Even if I had a chance to run away, where would I go?! The guard returns with a box of gloves and a jar of Vaseline. I am told to turn around and bend at the waist. I turn around, my legs are spread and I bend over. The guard says my ass is so small that it must be a tight fit for anything up there. I am then grabbed by my arms and walked over to the table. I am pushed down on the table and told to stretch my arms across it and grab the opposite edge. Again, my legs are spread and a flashback of my prostate exam hits me. I figure I have been here before and I can take it. The guard puts on a glove and lubes up his finger. Roughly, he inserts a finger up my ass and rubs it all around. Unlike my prostate exam earlier, he is rough and trying to humiliate me-it worked. He uses his ungloved hand to move my butt cheeks every which way and even places it between my legs. The back of his hand is resting on my balls. As humiliating as this position is, his hand barely rubbing on my balls causes me to chub up a bit. He moves his finger in and out of my butt several times before he removes his fingers stating that I am "clean." He steps back while Mr. Wallace stares at my recently molested ass. I don't move as the two men discuss my situation. The guard noted that I didn't have any contraband on me, and after a thorough search, none was found in my possession. I am told to remain where I am. Mr. Wallace states he wants to make sure, so he gloves up and inserts a finger up may anus. He is a bit gentler than the guard, but still a bit rough. His finger is also a bit fatter than the guard which was noticeable when he inserted it. He then chuckles and while he is moving his finger inside my rectum tells the guard about the first time he saw me naked. He proceeds to explain that I was at a "mutual" friend's house, naked and getting my balls felt up. As the friend was rubbing my balls, I was getting excited and didn't mind that he was watching. In fact, he learned a few things that day. At this point, Mr. Wallace begins a determined prostate massage on me. I am startled and let out a moan before I could catch myself. At this point, there wasn't much I could do. I was in a very vulnerable position, with a fat finger up my ass as Mr. Wallace demonstrates his mastery of a prostate massage. Since I am naked, any body movement is readily apparent. My knees buckle a bit as the electricity runs through my body. The guard openly discusses how my body is responding to the finger in my ass. He laughs as my but cheeks tremble when my knees shake. Mr. Wallace removes his finger, takes off the glove, declares that I hadn't hidden any contraband up my ass but that they needed to discuss punitive measures for me. I am told to stand up and face them. I try to hide my now rampant erection, but the guard just laughs and pulls my hand behind my head. While he is holding me, he pushes his hip against my ass so that not only am I unable to cover myself, but my crotch is pushed out in front of me. Mr. Wallace takes in the view for a moment, and then steps to the side for some reason. He then steps up to me and reaches out to fondle my hard cock. He talks about how he recognizes this from last Fall and that I should be proud to be naked and showing myself off. He takes his thumb and rubs the tip of my cock to wipe off some precum which he rubs between his thumb and finger. He then runs a finger town my armpit as he comments about my lack of maturation. He looks at my chest, belly and legs as he notes that I haven't grown much hair at all. He does comment on how smooth my skin is as he runs his fingers down my body in a caressing manner. Of course, this attention to my body keeps my hard on at full mast. At this point, he tells the guard to check on the other hoodlums. I am released and told to stand with my hands behind my head again. Mr. Wallace direct me to the middle of the room, and told to stand with my legs apart and to keep silent. At this point, Mr. Wallace leans against the table and outlines my options. He says that he believes that I didn't steal anything, but that I was with a group caught red-handed so therefore guilty by association. He didn't know if I was uninvolved or acted as a look out. Therefore, he says he has to play hard ball with me. I am naked, just endured a very embarrassing rectal exam and my clothes were somewhere in another room. Funny, but at this point, I was ready to do anything to avoid further trouble, especially with my parents. Mr. Wallace then tells me he has a solution but that I must agree to it. When I do, he tells me to follow him. He proceeds to the door, opens it and steps into the hall. I am still standing in the middle of the interrogation room. He barks an order for me to follow and I jump and hurry toward the door. He puts his hand on my back and guides me down the hall to his private office. He towered over me anyway, but I am a five feet-five-inch naked person and he is at almost six feet, wearing a nice suit, heeled shoes and outweighs me by at least 120 pounds. He marches me down the hall, totally naked, to his office. I have no idea how many people may have seen me, and at this point, I don't know what I would have done if we had run into anyone in the hall. As we enter, he turns on the lights and something else electrical that I cannot see. I am marched to face the front of his desk and stand while he goes behind it and sits. He asks me some personal questions as he continues to ogle my naked body. I am then told to come behind the desk, whereupon Mr. Wallace stares at my cock and balls. He is only inches from them and gets a good, long look. He sticks out a well-manicured and well-fed hand to move my penis and balls around to take them in from every angle. He then opens his desk drawer and removes a polaroid of me from Dr. Brown's examination. He compares my cock and balls to the picture and notes that I haven't matured much in the last six months. He then puts down the polaroid, and fondles my balls with his other hand. As I look down, I realize just how much hairier Mr. Wallace hand is compared to my body. Watching his strong hands fondle me gives me an erection like I rarely get-and at 14, I got a LOT of erections. There is something different, having a strong, in-charge man fondling your tackle. The difference in power was not lost on either of us. I am in shock and have no idea of what to do. Here is a powerful, older man, who towers over me and had total control of my life right now. He begins to masturbate me slowly as he continues to massage my balls. At this point, he tells me that I must obey him totally, or he will call the authorities and my parents can come to the police station to pick up their naked son. Since I had no idea of where my clothes were, I got really scared of not only facing my parents, but being paraded around town in the naked. To avoid that fate, I would comply with almost anything. At this point, Mr. Wallace decided that I am docile enough to push his agenda. He walked me back out in front of the desk and over to a chair. I am moved in front of him and told me to get on my knees. He sat down on one of his leather office chairs and had me walk between his legs. I have an inkling of what is about to happen, but even if I wanted to get away, how would I get home totally naked. He instructs me to open his belt, and unzip his pants, which I do in an ungainly way. Once his fly is open, I am to reach into his pants and fish out his penis. I do this and expose a fat, uncut cock. The foreskin is still covering his cock head and it looks really weird to me. I had only seen one uncut cock to that point in my life and it was when I was about 7. That penis belonged to my neighbor of the same age. We were peeing into a toilet when I noticed his cock was different. At the time, I noticed the difference, but didn't know why he was different. Now, I was staring at a fully-matured cock and didn't know what to do. Mr. Wallace told me to blow him. I was old enough to understand what he wanted, but this was literally the first adult cock I had in my hands and didn't know how to proceed. Mr. Wallace yelled at me a bit and told me to skin back his foreskin and get to work. He cock wasn't nasty, but he hadn't showered in a few hours, so he had a musky smell to him. I proceeded to skin back his foreskin and insert his hardening cock into my mouth. Once the musky taste subsided, the cock didn't taste too badly. It was silky and fit my mouth okay, at least until it swelled to capacity. At this point, I was really having mixed emotions. I didn't want to be a "cock sucker" or a "fag" but I also didn't want to go to jail. Mr. Wallace had described how "popular" a toe-headed, naked boy would be in jail! I took the cock into my mouth and continued to do my best version of a blow job, but really had no idea of what I was doing. I had barely perfected playing with myself by the time I found myself in this predicament. Mr. Wallace was moaning by this point but I could tell that this wasn't my ultimate fate. I was proved correct in a few minutes. Mr. Wallace squirmed a bit but told me to stop, get up and bend over the desk. Naively, I thought I was in for another prostate exam so I did as I was told. I was semi-hard, either from the oral rape, or the expectation of having my prostate massaged again. This didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Wallace. Once I was bent over the desk, Mr. Wallace went to a drawer and pulled out another jar of Vaseline. I noticed he didn't put on a glove, but didn't think anything of that. Mr. Wallace walked up to my backside, let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles and lubed up what I thought was his finger. I was already a bit greasy from my earlier prostate exam, and fortunately for me, a bit loosened up as well. After a minute, Mr. Wallace placed his penis at the entrance to my rectum and slowly, but very deliberately inserted it into me. The pain and extra stretching of my anus to accommodate the intruder alerted me that this was no prostate massage. I tried to move forward to evade the intruder, but the heavy desk kept me there. I couldn't stand because Mr. Wallace was now holding me down. I couldn't bring my legs together because he was in-between them. He slowly but forcefully inserted his entire cock into me. I felt as if I was being split in two. I was totally helpless to do anything about it, and knew it. Fortunately, I was so tight that Mr. Wallace just stood there a few moments. He didn't do this for my benefit, but to enjoy the tightness of my ass around his cock. Today, I realize that Mr. Wallace probably didn't have a large cock. In fact, mine may be bigger. However, on that day, it was the largest item known to man!! I was petrified. I was in pain, humiliated and being used as a cock whore. All I could think of was that my friends could NEVER find out about this!!! I didn't want to be known as a fag in my school. I didn't want any of this to get out! My legs were of no use in supporting me. They were like rubber bands which caused me to really impale myself on Mr. Wallace's phallus. I was literally and totally at his mercy at this point. My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Wallace started to pull his cock in and out of my ass. He went slowly at first which was a godsend! The pain was different and exacerbated every time his cock moved. I was too scared to relax which made my rape even more enjoyable by Mr. Wallace. After about 5-10 minutes (hours it seemed), my anus relaxed to the point where I could tolerate the invading penis. At this point, Mr. Wallace began to explore my body with his meaty hands. He rubbed my back, down my sides and even reached around to fondle my nipples. I don't think there was an inch of my torso that he didn't fondle. The hand exploration almost felt as invasive as the penis going in and out of my ass. After a few more minutes, Mr. Wallace grabbed my hips and started shoving me onto and off of his cock. Again, he was MUCH bigger and I couldn't do anything to even try to adjust his manipulations. He pace quickened and after a few more minutes he slammed me onto his cock as he came into me. After he finished shooting his cum into me, he fell on top of me on the desk. We lay like this for a while, whereupon Mr. Wallace pulled his dick out of my ass. He looked down at me and told me my hole was taking its time to close up. He even laughed as he gave my but cheek a slap. I was as spent. I just lay on the desk wishing my ass would stop throbbing. Eventually, I was able to stand up and squeeze my ass shut. At this point, Mr. Wallace pointed out that I was rather hard and therefore must have enjoyed the "sex" as much as he did. I don't know if he wanted to humiliate me further (he did) or convince me that I wanted to be fucked by him. He grabbed a towel from a cabinet, and wiped off his cock and balls. He proceeded to pull up his pants and straighten himself. I wasn't given a towel to clean myself, but was to remain standing naked in his office. He hit a button on his phone and told the guard to bring in my clothes. After a few more minutes, there was a knock at the door. The guard came in, and gave me another visual exam. He stared openly at my naked body and gave me a knowing look as he looked at my still chubbed up cock. It was one thing to be the only one naked in the room, but to be kept naked and having to endure the "knowing" glares from the security guard was even more humiliating!! Mr. Wallace inquired as to the fate of the other boys. They had also endured a strip search, albeit not to the extent that I had, which turned up more stolen items. Their search was done, and the police notified. They were in the original room being questioned by the authorities. While the two men were talking, I had to stand there naked, and with grease all down my ass crack and inner thighs. I was also dripping a little, which had me nervous. I didn't know if it was sweat, cum or I was bleeding. I didn't see red, but I was still a bit nervous. I started to fidget and move from one foot to the other. The men noticed me and had a chuckle. Mr. Wallace said that since they didn't catch any stolen property on me, that enduring the strip search should be punishment enough for my actions. They both stare at me and wanted to know my opinion. My head was still swimming from the rape and other abuses but I was all too happy to get this incident behind me, so I agreed that we should not speak of it again. I agreed to leave the store and not steal again. I was given my clothes back and proceeded to get dressed while the two men watched. I got my envelope with my personal items and was escorted to the front door of the store as my friends were being placed into squad cars. I was told that I was banned from entering the store for 24 hours. If I entered, I would be trespassing and arrested. I nodded my head, and couldn't get away from the guard fast enough. As I was waddling away (my ass hurt too much to walk normally), I thought I had to fart. After it was too late I realized it was not flatulence, but the cum trying to get out of my ass. As I was trying to pass wind, I spewed forth the cum right into my underwear. I stopped when I realized what it was! What was I going to do now?! I couldn't go back into the store as I was banned for 24 hours. As my friends were being carted off, I had to walk across the parking lot to the Pizza Hut to use the bathroom. I couldn't walk normally or more cum would leak out. I had to peg-leg it across the parking lot until I got to the Pizza Hut. The entire time, the security guard was calling after me about something. I guess he was trying to encourage me or chide me further. I did manage to make it to the Pizza Hut, and removed pants and underwear. My underwear was soaked, but my pants only had a small wet spot. I finished evacuating the rest of Mr. Wallace's cum from my ass, removed my underwear and tossed them into the trash. I tried to cover them up with paper towels, but the trash can wasn't that big and I couldn't get them entirely covered. I put on my, mostly dry, pants and left the restaurant. It felt weird not having underwear on, but I managed to make it home. I had a LOT to think about on my walk home. First, my ass hurt and it was hard to walk in a normal fashion. I certainly didn't want anyone asking me why I was walking funny. I also had to metabolize what had just happened to me. My first real sexual experience was a homosexual one! Even if my first experience had been an awkward heterosexual experience, I would have to parse my feelings, but being raped by Mr. Wallace was a LOT to handle. I decided that I was okay, and that I shouldn't tell anyone about what happened. I had no idea of what I would tell my friends, but nobody else had to know! Unfortunately, when I got home, my mom told me to get into the car as we had some errands to run. Being happy to sit for a change, I got into the passenger seat and waited for her. As we drove, she noticed that I was not present-minded but she let me alone. I was glad because I was still trying to wrap my mind around the experience. Unfortunately! The first errand we did was to return to the very store I had just been raped in!!!! How could I explain that I didn't want to go in?!