Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 14:06:35 -0800 From: Sammy Subject: Dreams have consequences - Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: While key aspects of this story are based on true events, the most graphic portions of it are complete fiction. It describes vivid sadomasochistic sexual activities between boys and adult male individuals. All true events had explicit consent of all parties involved and took place in a locality where the age of consent was 16. Please stop reading if you are underaged or if such materials offend you or if it's illegal to read such materials in the locality you live in. Chapter 2 That afternoon, I hurried through my lunch. I didn't want to try my principal's patience. I had no choice but to signup for the checkup. My mind was somewhat at rest though. All the boys who would be there, were probably equally as nervous as I was, to bare our skin in front of the whole school. Secretly I badly craved for that, but I'd probably be better off doing it in front of other introverted guys. They'd probably be yearning to see me naked. But then reality sunk in. They'd just see my underwear at the most. I'd still be petrified to drop my underwear when there was no real need for it. I knew where Dr. Wilson's office was. The doctor was in his early thirties. He wasn't athletic or anything, but his slim and tall frame, deep dark eyes set in a chiseled face and that smile of his, must have attracted crushes from all ages. For me, somehow, he was just our bio teacher. I didn't quite take him for gay and anyway none of my fantasies had anyone's faces. I'd been in his office a year ago to attend to a small scrape I'd incurred while playing base ball that needed to be disinfected and bandaged. I made my way to the two story stone building. The office was on the second floor. I opened the heavy wooden door and made my way through the narrow corridor until I reached the staircase to the right and located at the far end of the corridor. The whole place was so dimly lit. The only light that came through, seemed to be from the little windows above the two entrances on opposite sides of the building. I guessed, the lights were turned off to save money on the electric bill. The stairs were even darker and had stone steps. Between the thin metal railing and the wall, there was hardly any space for two thin guys like me to walk side by side. Upon reaching the second floor, I turned right. It was the first room on the left. I knocked on the door and heard the familiar, somewhat high pitched "Come in..." from the Doctor. I pushed the door open and closed it behind me. Unlike the rest of the building this room was well lit by a long row of tube lights. They were directly above the examination bed. But that bed also had a large medical lamp that could focus on the area that needed the Doctor's attention. At that moment I could see none of it, because a thick light green curtain had cordoned off that entire area. There was someone inside. From their voices, I knew there was a boy who was answering questions about something to do with caring for a cut on his calf or something. The curtain however wasn't fully enclosing that area. I could see a chair against the wall and on it seemed to be an underwear. I had a stirring inside me as I imagined the boy naked. I didn't have much time to absorb anything more than that. My thoughts were interrupted by the Doctor's impatient "What is it you want?" "Doctor Wilson, I'm Samuel from 11th grade. I came in to fill forms for the checkup" I answered right away, not knowing if my presence had irritated him. I hadn't even gone through the customary "Good afternoon, Doctor" or anything like that. "Look to your right, it's on the shelf" came the Doctor's response, now in a reasonably patronizing voice. There was a tall but narrow bookshelf to the right. The top 3 shelves were filled with very thick neatly organized medical books. Then came a shelf with stacks of haphazardly organized papers. Uhhh .. they were so tightly packed between the top and bottom of that shelf, that I'd literally have to extract papers one at a time to find my form. "The shortest shelf at the bottom.. look for the two black trays...". The Doctor had probably guessed that I was bit lost. I was blind. There they were, on the second lowest shelf. The left one was labeled "Sign-up forms" and the right one "Signed forms". This part of the room was really messy. The path to the book shelf was confined by the wall of the room on the right and two rows of wide metal tables to the left. The tables were joined at the longer edges. The other edge of the row of tables was almost touching the green curtain. All the four tables were stacked with all kinds of medical supplies. I was worried that if I sneezed hard, half of those things on the table would cascade down onto the floor. My side of the table did have a small clearing though. There was a pen on it, so that's probably where I'd fill up the form. I pulled out the sign-up tray and noticed that there was just one form left. Seems like everyone else had already been here. As I grabbed it, I heard the door open and saw one of my batch mates peek in. "Hello, Doctor Wilson, can I drop off my assignment here?" I was a bit surprised that he hadn't bothered to even knock. "Yes Jason..." the Doctor hadn't even come out from behind the curtains. He knew who it was. "I want you to go through it again, line by line and be very sure that you've spent time thinking hard on each one of my comments. You know, I do spend a lot of time reading through your assignments and your's was particularly time consuming. So every line, like I said...". The Doctor's implicit warnings of a docked grade seemed to make Jason nervous. The boy's face had a look of dismay. He set his assignment down. He planted his right hand palm at the edge of the table, with his fingers curled over, while he leafed through the assignment with his left, playing with a pen lodged between his index and middle finger. I made a quick mental note on his left-handedness. I'd just realized that there was barely any place on the table for me to fill out my own form. I had to scoot further towards the shelf, almost touching it. But I put the form down over a little empty space I found and began to read my form. I saw that my name and grade had already been filled in. The instructions just below were in bold "Please fill out ALL relevant sections of this form." On the first line, there was a box where I had to sign inside to give consent to the medical exam. It was scabies that they were checking for! So what was rumored about a few students in the area getting infested, was really true after all. I signed inside the box. OK on to the next question: Would you like to participate in medical research conducted by ... there were names of three well known universities ... and funded by ... the name of a government medical institution. This research gathers data relating to sexual practices on boys who have attained puberty. All data collected is strictly confidential and will be anonymized prior to publishing in any medical journal. Your personal information including your name, contact information and the school which collected this data will only be retained by ... the name of the government medical institution and is protected by strict privacy laws of ... the name of the country. You are free to drop out of the research at any time without giving any reason, resulting in all your data except this consent form being destroyed. If you do not wish to be part of this research, mark a cross in the "No" box below and do not answer any of the questions in this section. Go to section 3 and sign your name. Submit the form to the Doctor who's been assigned to you. Otherwise mark a cross in "Yes" box and answer all questions below. Hmmm... the topic of research immediately got me aroused. I continued reading. 2.1 During the research, you consent to a full body examinations? These examinations will require you to remove all clothes. It also includes physical contact with your genitalia and anal regions of your body. In my mind, I had visions of the length and girth of my penis, the circumference of each testicle being measured by a measuring tape. I initialed the box. 2.2 To meet stringent data requirements of this research, you will need to bring all your vaccinations up to date, undergo tests and depending on test results, the doctor may need to administer other medications. There was more caution about soreness and burning at injection sites etc.. depending on the meds in the shot and where on the body it would be administered. But there was also a line about the subject not being in any danger at any time. The doctor would never give any contraband drugs or drugs that were not on the research list. All tests conducted in the Doctor's office would comply with the highest medical standards, etc... I was a bit skittish about injections. But vaccinations and general health upkeep seemed sensible. I initialed that box 2.3 You consent to ejaculate, with or without aid, one or more times per session for the purpose of this research Ugh ... the thought of doing it in front of Doctor Wilson put me off a bit. I'd never masturbated even once in front of anyone, let alone several times. I'd have given the world to do it in front of another guy my age. I wondered if Dr. Wilson would be staring at me or whether he'd give me a porn magazine and a cup for action behind the curtain. I cringed a bit, but then what the heck. How useful would research on adolescent sexuality be, if it did not involve orgasms? I initialed that box too. 2.4 Time to time, the doctor may request assistance from one or more members of this research group for conducting this research. Some of the members will be students aspiring to become medical professionals and will be over the age of 16. They will be under strict supervision of the doctor at all times. This may involve physical contact with your body as deemed necessary by the doctor. You could stop them at anytime and ask the students to leave the examination room at any time. All members assisting the doctor are sworn to secrecy and would have signed a declaration under the penalty of criminal prosecution that could lead to jail, fine or both as defined under penal code ... the code number ... of ... the name of the country. Outside of the research, members are prohibited from engaging in any unwanted contact with you. Do you consent? This one had a Yes/No boxes and one to initial. I did a double take. This was beyond my wildest imagination. To be nude in front of other boys my age and they'd be actually touching me everywhere! Granted, they would be aspiring doctors and all, but that didn't stop my dick from slowly stirring to a semi-erect state. My hands were literally shaking as I checked "Yes" and signed my initial. I would of course, never ask them to leave, would I? 2.5 You agree to commit to at least one hour every week and at the most two hours at the discretion of the doctor. 2.6 You agree that the doctor has the right to terminate the research at any time for any reason. This includes situations where this research interferes with your school work. I initialed both boxes. There was one last box which required my full name, full signature, date and time. The instructions were something to the effect of I was not signing under duress or did not feel in anyway obliged to sign this form etc.. But just before I could sign the form, the curtains were partially pulled to the side. I hadn't even lifted my head all the way to see what was going on, when the first thing that caught my gaze was this beautiful young glistening torso of a boy in that white underwear that I'd seen earlier on the chair. This might all have been my imagination, but I could make out an outline of his penis which seemed to hang downwards and curve slightly towards his right. The outline suggested it was erect, but God knows, he might just as well been endowed with a really thick and long one. Alternatively, for all you know, those shapes could have been caused by folds of his underwear. "Could you grab my clothes for me?" his deep voice shook me from my stupor and when I looked up, I found his eyes locked onto mine. I recognized the guy from a grade above mine. I didn't know his name though. "Huh?" I was probably too caught up staring at his underwear and not paying attention. My erection from all the excitement on that form and seeing the dude's underwear subsided. I feared that he'd have caught me staring at his privates. "They are over there" he was pointing directly towards my fly. That got me even more confused for a second. Then it struck me, that while I was looking for the sign-up form, I'd seen a neatly folded pair of school uniform pants down on the floor by the book shelf. I managed to turn around in that cramped space and pick up his pants, but then realized there were other clothes and a pair of shoes under it. So I picked the lot, except his shoes and turned around to give it to him. As I did that, I began to think this was all very strange. Why had he come all the way to the book shelf to undress when he could just as well have placed all his clothes on that chair by the wall? He would have had to strut in his underwear all the way around the tables and then get onto the examination bed. Well, maybe he had to wait there because there was someone else with the Doctor, I guessed. "Uhhhh".. he hesitated while trying to find a good place among the clutter on the table where I could set down all his clothes. "OK, just give me my undershirt now" he said with a tinge of irritation in his voice. He didn't seem very happy about the presence of two other guys in the room. Jason was still engrossed. He'd briefly looked up too, but he quickly went back to his assignment. From where the other dude was standing, both of us needed to lean over the tables for the piece of cloth to change hands. While figuring that out, from the corner of my eye, I was desperate to take a quick peek and confirm what was really going on inside the dude's underwear. But alas, I realized that he had come far too close to the table and all that good stuff was behind the pile of things. Even if there might have been a slim change I could see through the mess, I tried not to look there for fear that his eyes would follow mine and he'd know exactly what I was up to for a second time. As we both leaned over the tables, I felt a weird sensation, bang midway down my fly. What I expected to be the edge of the table turned out to be Jason's four fingers clutching that very edge. I pulled in my hip just a tad bit, worried about what Jason would think of me. I handed the undershirt to the dude in the underwear, hoping I'd left enough distance between me and Jason's fingers. But to my complete surprise, I could still feel two fingers straddled across the seams of my fly. I froze not knowing what to do. If I moved, I'd be bringing even more attention to myself. But then I felt the fingers gradually increasing their grip on my fly. A strange chill of excitement went down my spine all the way to my tail bone. I'd been dying for this very moment. I'd dreamt day and night imagining what this might feel like. And here was someone showing deep interest in exploring the insides of my pants. But all this happened too fast and within a moment that other dude had already had the undershirt over and was expecting the next piece of clothing. I seemed to have opened the door for Jason, albeit accidentally. He seemed to have acknowledged interest. And I was both mortified and exhilarated. My brain was on fire. What do I do now? I was too scared to look down. Didn't want the other dude to know what was happening at this end of the table. Jason was fantastically quiet too. To anyone on the other side, Jason seemed to be fully absorbed in his assignment. I could still feel his fingers firmly clutching that sacred place on my pants. He wouldn't have realized it, but he was accidentally causing my underwear to pinch the skin of my flaccid shaft and it stung a bit. All this mental and physical stimulation had gotten its attention too. My penis started doing what it does best. Despite all that, Jason's fingers were just about grazing it and I doubted whether Jason could actually feel anything at all. I leaned over for the uniform shirt, but trying my best to not overtly do anything else. But midway, I began feeling Jason's two fingers release their grip somewhat, then spreading out even wider. By the time, I was back in my original position, I could feel even more pressure onto my pants. It was now clear to me that his fingers were in the act of a fishing exercise, the catch, of course being the shaft of my penis. That very thought resulted in my dick getting even more excited, straining to find a new place in my underwear to grow into. Jason's finger kept opening and closing moving side to side. At some point Jason would have sensed a change from mere clothing to his fingers gliding over my fleshy bulge. At that moment the tingling excitement in my spine seemed to well up at the tip of my tail bone and overflow into the crack of my arse cheeks. I began to feel those familiar sensations around the anal ring at one end and my pee slit at the other. In the meantime, the dude on the other side of the table was busy buttoning up his shirt, but by the time he got to the top most button, he realized that he'd started at the wrong button and was one button off. So he had to unbutton all of it and start over. By the time the dude had begun buttoning himself up for the second time, Jason's fingers had followed the line of the bulge and now his index and middle fingers had slipped themselves perfectly on either side of my semi engorged dick. At that instant, I wasn't still fully erect, but I instinctively began pushing my hips towards the table. In my entire lifetime, this was my first overt brazen acknowledgement to another human being that I was craving for him to unabashedly invade my private space. I was careful not to crush his fingers. All I wanted to do was give Jason a lot more space to play with, so that he wouldn't need to extend his fingers all that much. Jason's fingers now began their inward motions into the flesh of my shaft. His fingers had found a spot a bit below the head of my dick. As he tightened his grip he was met with resistance of my now full blown erection. If I could feel my penis pulsing to the rhythm of my heart, his fingers would have undoubtedly felt my heartbeat too. I was already leaning over for the other dude's pants which were promptly picked up. I was unfortunately forced to pry myself out of the clutches of Jason's fingers because I had to turn around, pick up the shoes and socks and hand them over to the other guy. When I returned to my earlier position, I moved back to the edge. Jason, spent no time searching again for my flesh. Thanks to the erection, it was quicker than the first time. I felt the squeeze again. Jason did not show desperation. As soon as his fingers had found the sides of my rod, his fingers pushed deeper, all the way in and the subsequent squeeze was gradual as well. But by the end, his grasp on my penis was so tight, I could barely move. I intentionally tried to quickly pull in of my arse hole to cause my shaft to briefly inflate further and deliver a twitch to his fingers. His response to that was a quick harder squeeze. Both of us unambiguously knew what the other wanted. It was like a handshake and a subsequent invitation to lands of forbidden pleasures. Once the other dude's socks and shoes were taken from my hand I had no reason to stand so close to the edge of the table, but I continued at that spot. I didn't want to move a millimeter out, so I pretended to read the form over again. His fingers had been squeezing my penis firmly for more than half a minute now and the other dude was almost done tying his shoe laces. On my part I'd delivered a few more twitches to my dick by pulling in my hole. Soon, his grasp loosened a bit and his fingers began to move the length of my penis until it met resistance at its base. Then they reversed direction. I think Jason's intent was to find its head and before long, his fingers found what they were seeking. When the squeezing began once again, it was midway over my glans. That didn't go as planned. Much like the head of a turtle getting pulled into its shell, my glans slipped inside towards the base of my shaft and his fingers glided onto my bunched up foreskin instead. The pinch was hard and that hurt!!! I sharply jerked back and buckled somewhat, unfortunately with his grip still on my foreskin. His palm had left the table. I almost yelped. He knew he'd caused something to have happened, and was quick in letting go. But eventually, he got back to feeling me up and he found the head again. I carefully maneuvered myself so that my glans would go in a direction that would cause it to pop out of my foreskin. Of course not completely, because with the underwear getting in his way, he'd have found it hard to pull my foreskin completely down towards my stomach. His fingers settled partially on the crown (that was still inside my foreskin's sheath) and the rest of my rod. If he had to yank my penis out of my pants at that very moment, he'd be looking into the folds of my foreskin that parted just enough to reveal the pink slits of my pee hole. I was probably standing a bit weird, when the other dude got up, opened the door and left without even looking at us. Here, I was already oozing precum and I was beginning to feel the start of an orgasm welling up inside me. I would soon be spraying a very large load into my pants. Even now, the wetness of my precum over my inner thighs meant I could already be showing a growing wet spot on my pants. Thankfully Dr. Wilson emerged from behind the curtains, with a sheaf of papers in his hand. I quickly moved backwards and Jason's fingers no longer pursued my pants. Dr. Wilson looked at Jason first. "What's taking you so long?" With a smile on his face the doc asked. He seemed to be mocking Jason, who had originally come in to just drop off his assignment. Now those pages were adorned with scratches and scribbles. The doctor came over to our side of the table and flicked the assignment from Jason. "I could take it now ORrrrr give you more time and dock a few points.", he smiled still looking at Jason. Jason didn't hesitate and settled for the former. He thanked the Doctor, bid him good bye and quickly made his way to the door. I could see he was rubbing the fingers of his right hand as he left. All attention now turned to me. I handed in my form. The doctor gave it a quick glance and handed it back to me. "You haven't signed section 3 and you also need to mark a cross on 'Yes' at question 2, that is ... " he was now looking straight into my eyes, "if you want to participate in the research" His voice had been normal. "Oh! Sorry Doctor". I quickly signed the last box and checked "Yes" for question 2. Dr. Wilson had already turned away. As he left to go back behind the curtain, in a louder voice he asked me to put it in the other tray. Now with Dr. Wilson out of my sight, I took a quick look at my pants. On the left seam of my fly, there was indeed a small wet spot. My penis had a tendency to swing left. I could still feel the opening of my pee slit oozing more of the wet stickiness inside my foreskin which eventually trickled out and made its way out over to the outer folds. I now wondered if Jason had felt the wetness too. The pain inside my groin had grown unbearable. There was no question, I would have to cum. I made my way out of the room. I heard the door close behind me as I bounded down the stairs. On the first floor there was a bathroom. I thankfully found it open and locked it behind me. My prostrate was strained for yet another reason. My bladder was super full. Standing over the commode, I struggled to unbutton my pants. Finally with sufficient number of buttons off, I yanked my penis out from within my underwear. With a full blown erection, I strained every bit to urinate. I tried lightly rubbing my index finger on the lower tip of my foreskin. That usually made me pee, but it seemed to take years for the first drops to trickle down into the commode. A weak stream followed and soon I was urinating with full force. Thankfully after completely emptying my bladder, I had become fully soft. I slipped my dick back into my underwear, buttoned up and headed towards the exit. As I opened the door to step outside, I was taken aback. Jason was there apparently waiting for me. Cause the minute he saw me, he blurted "We'll meet again, you know." with a grin on his face "Huh?" In my mind, I was going "Yes, absolutely! Let's find a place right now and start over. I'll strip all the way for you". But outwardly I was still very shy, but smiling. I'd never had a real life experience of being groped until this afternoon. "Checked 2.4, yeah? I'm taking Bio to study medicine, so see you there!", Jason said, grinning even wider. Then he seemed to glance quickly to the left of me, then did a 180 and sprinted off. I was shocked, first for his sneakiness. He must have read all my answers on that form. And secondly to realize that he would actually be there. I would be splayed on that table with absolutely nothing on and he'd have his eyes pealed over every inch of my exposed groin. When I turned to see what Jason had been looking at, there was a small group of students coming our way. Jason probably didn't want more discussion around the doorway where our research was being conducted. Much as I'd have liked to continue our conversation, I didn't call out to him either. As he ran off, his slim beautiful body, bobbing up and down, got my dick stirring up all over again. The rest of the day went uneventful, save for the intermittent erections and the pain in my groin I kept having, thinking about what happened that day. I'd had my first ever experience of being groped by another male. I had actually allowed the dude to feel the entire length of my dick. That night I had a massive, explosive orgasm with uncontrollable spasms originating deep in my arse hole, moving all through my entire rod and ending at tip of my knob. When they finally died down, I realized with dismay that although I'd been masturbating in my underwear the whole time, multiple streams of cum had shot through my underwear and landed on my stomach soaking my T-shirt in the process. I could feel cum puddle up inside my belly button. Cum was everywhere. A lot of it ended up seeping into my pubic hair and rivers of cum tricked down over my balls and all the way to my inner thighs. It would have been difficult to sleep with all that wetness inside. I was forced to get up, wipe myself down thoroughly and change not only my underwear, but my PJs and to my surprise even the blanket I had used. As I lay back on my bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking. The sign-up for research was the second craziest thing I'd done in my life. I'd always manipulated my dreams where I'd be forced to strip in front of other males, who would use my most private body parts for their pleasure. I'd allow them to torture me there at their whims. Now I'd literally signed up to get those very things done to me by these research students. I desperately hoped that I'd undergo every bit of what I consented on that form. My dreams were making their way into reality. But that would have to wait! Today was Thursday and Friday was a school Holiday!! To be continued...