DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).
A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Fifteen: EUA - Examination Under Anaesthetic
SATURDAY 02ND JANUARY 2021
It was three hours into the second day of the year; Noah, Mateo, Samir, Ronan and Toby had gathered the night before for more pizza and Pepsi Max than the human body can handle. Huddled in Noah's house, movies, gaming and music were the order of business and it kept them busy until after midnight. Around 2AM, Samir and Matty got tired and shared the spare room (normally called Jamie's room but when he was home with his parents it reverted to spare) while Ronan fell asleep on the sofa half an hour later.
Noah and Toby had had a fragile friendship for months - Toby had found Noah running naked in the woods, they had fooled around and then Toby got cold feet. Perhaps because of his personal and/ or religious beliefs or simply because he was insecure, Toby reacted badly to his single homosexual experience. Yet Noah 'knew' Toby liked boys and did not believe Toby's denials on the issue - it wasn't as if he expected anything from Toby if he told the truth.
Noah was happy messing about with boys, he didn't want a handholding boyfriend. If Toby didn't want the former or the latter, there was still no pressure from Noah.
At the end of November, they had talked about it and Noah had been left feeling like his friend was not ok and was struggling but didn't want help. Noah had an academic understanding of homophobic self-loathing but didn't experience it himself. Thus, Noah did what any self-respecting sixteen-year-old would do - he ignored the problem and expect it to go away. So did Toby.
Unexpectedly, over the Christmas holidays Noah and Toby's friendship had veered almost back to normal. It would be churlish to notice they rarely socialised without someone else in the group being with them because the last two weeks had been like old times between the old friends. Noah and Toby were playful and full of humour and Noah was inclined to feel rather good about things.
"It's getting late," Noah whispered so as not to wake Ronan.
"Yea, I'm pretty tired," Toby agreed.
"C'mon," Noah replied and waved for Toby to follow him.
With all their friends sleeping, the pizza eaten or cold and the music turned down (because Noah's dad, brother and friends were all asleep), it was time for them to sleep too. In the old days sharing Noah's bed was no big deal - they climbed in and went to sleep. Toby would sometimes share Noah's bed; other times sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor but tonight they both headed for the bed. In the back of his mind, Noah registered reticence on Toby's part but they were both sincerely tired and the floor was hard so Toby climbed into Noah's bed.
Noah had spent the night shirtless but wearing shorts as a concession to his houseguests. Matty and Ronan had encouraged him not to be so accommodating and to just strip naked as was his wont but Noah remained halfway decent for the sake of Samir who had only just learned that Noah usually went naked around his house and Toby who may or may not be uncomfortable with an undressed Noah.
Noah used to know how Toby thought and felt about things but now he wasn't so sure.
Clad only in shorts when Noah got to his bedroom, he contemplated his usual practice of sleeping nude but it was a testament to how tired he was that Noah stripped only to his briefs before lying down. Toby was dressed in a t-shirt and boxers as he lay beside his best friend.
Toby watched Noah's back.
His blonde hair was short at the back of his neck and the bones in his back popped out like dunes in a golden-sanded desert. Noah's smooth, fair skin was soft and beautiful and in the wane light it was a beacon summoning Toby's attention.
Noah's breathing was soft and comforting and Toby found his eyes wander from Noah's neck and back to the curve of his shoulder and to Noah's skinny arm that lay above the cover. Noah vaguely stirred but only to adjust his position slightly; his leg moved back and brushed Toby's and Toby felt the silky softness of Noah's leg.
"Fuck," Toby spoke to himself.
It was hard being around Noah who was so carefree and comfortable with himself; conversely, Toby was always doubting himself and chastising himself for the things he felt. Toby believed... he didn't know what he believed. His Rabbi never spoke negatively of same-sex relationships, his mum was totally cool about them, his dad was ambiguous at best and laissez faire at worst. Even his synagogue and the community within it were largely accepting though there were some orthodox attitudes that reached Toby's attention.
Perhaps that was the problem, Toby was acutely aware of the attitudes that fed his doubts and didn't pay enough attention to the attitudes that should ease those doubts. How Toby felt wasn't just reinforced by what other people said - it was about what he read in the Torah and his own understanding of the scripture within.
"I like boys and I like you," Toby wanted to tell Noah; "I think about kissing and sucking and..."
Toby could never say these things - it had been a moment of madness that had led him to fool around with Noah. A weak moment. A moment like this one.
Perhaps Noah was the root of his madness – Noah was the only boy Toby had ever experimented with. Maybe he wasn't gay... maybe he just liked his friend a lot?
Toby slid his leg against Noah to feel the softness and warmth of his friend's skin and to test if Noah was really sleeping. Satisfied, Toby reached through the dark and put his hand on Noah's back, his middle finger on Noah's spine which he drew down to lower the covers at the same time. Toby reached the top of Noah's briefs, where his touching ended.
Toby gazed a moment at the smooth, boyish back of his friend. They were only sixteen and Toby allowed his weakness to be buoyed by the knowledge that indiscretion and uncertainty was practically a qualification of being sixteen. Right?
Toby leaned closer and smelled Noah's skin - Noah hadn't showered before bed so he had a very faint aroma that was delectable. Toby allowed his lips to brush one of the dunes on Noah's back and the taste was slightly salty but sweet and subtle too.
Toby moved his body closer until his chest was touching Noah's back and their legs spooned into each other. Toby felt himself get harder and he wished he knew if Noah was hard. Noah's breathing hadn't changed, he continued in blissful slumber and Toby was jealous and perhaps peeved that Noah hadn't been more excited to share the bed. The very idea had instantly erased Toby's fatigue.
Toby put his arm over Noah and felt his fingers brush Noah's nipple which was soft at first but quickly became pert and pointed. Toby's hand carefully dragged down Noah's chest and he marvelled at how soft and smooth his friend was. At the top of the briefs, Toby's hand stopped again or at least hesitated.
The gap between Noah's bellybutton and the waistband of the briefs was long so the pants must be slung low. Toby smiled at the memory of Noah's shaved pubes - they must have grown back by now yet the patch was still too small to peek free of his briefs.
Toby's hand lifted and slipped over the briefs-clad package. It was only now that Toby discovered Noah was hard - almost panicked, Toby pulled his hand back and feared that Noah was feigning sleep. However, the slumbering breaths continued - Noah was just hard in his sleep which was awesome. Toby's hand dared to touch the mound of hard penis again.
Toby's hand was able to cup the cock and his fingers wrapped under the ample testicles; when his hand moved along the shaft, which was a decent length, he came to the end and felt a sticky spot. When they had fooled around back four and a half months ago, Noah had confessed his cock always leaked like that; Toby found it fascinating that his friend's dick was so active without even shooting.
Toby felt the sticky precum mess that had seeped through the fabric of the briefs and wanted to do more than just touch it. His lips ached to kiss or lick it. But he couldn't do that. In fact, he couldn't continue to do what he'd been doing for the last ten minutes.
Not only was guilt and fear and uncertainty and personal belief reasserting their hold on his senses, Toby realized he was being unfair to Noah. Noah hadn't agreed to any of this and while he might want to do more, it wasn't fair to make any such assumption. Toby pulled back his hand, removed his arm for over Noah, pulled up the sheet and rolled over so he was facing away from Noah. He shuffled away too so they weren't touching.
As he fell asleep, Toby wondered: what kind of person molests a sleeping sixteen-year-old boy?
Noah awoke in his own bed, the morning sun not yet able to break through the overcast of January so the room remained dark. Noah became aware of another presence and he looked over his naked shoulder to see Toby. He couldn't even remember the last time he and Toby had been so close.
Noah rolled onto his back and casually reached down to scratch himself. He could feel his own soft skin and when his hand cupped the front of his briefs, he felt an almost crusty spot. For a moment he thought he'd had a wet dream but reaching into his briefs to check, he found there wasn't enough discharge to support that notion. He had been properly hard though - a nice dream and or morning wood would account for the stickiness of precum that had dried in his briefs.
"Hey," said Toby.
Noah turned at the sound of the greeting and grinned at his Toby's smile; it was nice to see the old Toby back. Noah guiltily removed his hand from his penis.
"Morning," Noah replied.
"Do you think the others are awake yet?" Toby asked.
Toby's heart had quickened when Noah smiled at him, but he pushed the feeling down and told himself it was nothing. Nothing at all.
Noah chuckled and replied; "I think they're about to be."
Noah climbed out of bed and made his way to the bedroom door; he was barefoot and still clad only in his briefs.
"Are you going to go like that?" Toby asked.
His voice sounded surprised and Noah knew that Toby had expected him to put the shorts back on. Yet Noah liked being naked around the house – shorts and briefs had been a special concession to Sam and Toby.
"Yea, I'm going like this," Noah replied merrily.
"You could at least have put on clean underwear," Samir commented ten minutes later.
This called attention to the dried wet patch on the front of his briefs. Matty, Ronan and even Toby giggled at the observance. Noah blushed - despite loving his body, being naked and being seen, he was still capable of shame and humiliation. Noah liked feeling that way.
"I should put on clean underwear," Noah agreed.
Without warning he pushed his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them - exposing himself in the living room to his four friends.
"I'm eating breakfast Noah. Put that thing away," Samir said but he chuckled as he spoke.
Sam might be an asexual but he still saw the comedy in nudity and understood the theoretical aesthetic attraction that Noah possessed. Noah wasn't tall (nor was he short - he was just right) but his slimness and build kept everything in proportion; Noah's skin was unfathomably smooth and fair and free from blemishes; his pubes were a small neat patch above his penis with fuzz on his testicles but his thighs and legs and chest were silky. Noah's penis was less than three inches soft but not embarrassingly small.
Samir had been surprised last night when Noah had revealed his predilection for nudity around the home and he noticed everyone else was far less surprised then he. Had they known already? Even with the admission that he liked to hang out naked, Noah had remained relatively decent - his shorts were small and he was shirtless but his modesty was covered. Sam never expected to see Noah's penis over breakfast.
Samir registered the shock on the faces of his friends too – if they knew about Noah's nudism, they hadn't been expecting him to whip it out in the living room. However, Matty and Ronan's shock quickly turned to blatant sexual appraisal while Toby's expression was far more guarded and complex.
What struck Samir was that Noah stood with his bum and dick out in the middle of his living room, right in front of the massive window that anyone outside could walk past at any moment; Noah's four friends could see his penis and Noah's dad and brother Daniel were upstairs. Didn't Dan's best friend normally occupy the spare room? Noah's family could emerge at any moment and see Noah starkers. Samir struggled to wrap his head around the body confidence necessary to display oneself like that. Was Noah only comfortable enough to do this around friends and family?
Samir wondered: how Noah would feel about displaying his naked body to total strangers?
"Don't put it away Noah," Mateo encouraged his naked buddy.
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Ronan couldn't help but agree with the voice. Ronan would have sucked Noah's flaccid penis in a heartbeat. Just looking at Noah made him want to touch him all over.
After running out on confessing his secret just before Christmas, Ronan had feared things with Noah would change but they hadn't appeared to. Noah was sympathetic to the need for secret keeping and the difficulty of confession.
<<If anyone's an expert on confession it's a catholic bless me father for I have sinned no offense mate but I don't believe this trash and you're not listening anyway because you're not real and that makes me feel sad and I haven't been to confession since I was lucky enough to get chucked out of the catholic school for sucking a cock and now I want to suck Noah's.>>
Herman, the voice, somehow managed to speak without pausing for a breath. He droned on without stopping, his words becoming indecipherable. Sometimes the voice was clear other times words ran into each other, red shifting into nothingness. Sometimes Herman was funny, often he was insulting; sometimes he was actually insightful and other times he sang or quoted movies.
Ronan wanted someone to share his secret with. He wanted to tell Noah about the voice but it had said bad things would happen if he did. Ronan didn't want bad things to happen.
"We all want you to be comfortable, Noah," Ronan encouraged.
"Yea, so get yourself hard and make yourself comfortable," Mateo added.
"No!"
Samir and Toby had spoken at the same time to discourage that particular direction of events.
"I'm not going to get hard," Noah replied; "I'm going to eat my breakfast and then shower."
Noah was avoiding masturbation because he was anticipating an exciting afternoon.
<<Can we join you?>>
"Can I join you?" Matty asked.
<<Damn, it's usually you who copies me.>>
"I'll just supervise," Ronan jested.
"No-one is joining me or supervising," Noah said as he sat on the sofa with a slice of toast.
The toast was rapidly getting cold and chewy because of the time he'd wasted getting naked and then the ensuing discussion.
"You can supervise me if you want," Matty muttered to Ronan.
Ronan felt good about the offer which he realized was halfway sincere. Ronan would like nothing more than to watch Mateo getting wet under a shower. Except maybe watching Noah get wet under a shower. Watch them both naked and wet under a shower? Those thoughts made the sun shine for Ronan.
<<Sunshine on a rainy day, Makes my soul, Makes my soul, Trip trip trip away...>>
"Rain check?" Ronan replied.
Ronan and Matty smiled knowingly at each other - a mutual sexual interest had been discovered between Noah, Ronan and Matty last month and the question of when the three might meet again remained alive and active.
Normal conversation resumed and Noah's nudity became less important but remained an omnipresent feature in the room. Ronan and Mateo were impressed by Noah's casual lack of awareness that his nudity was weird... no, not weird: unconventional.
Together, Mateo and Ronan wondered: did Noah know, even flaccid, how hot he was?
Noah was waiting for Godetia.
After breakfast and after all his friends had left the house, Noah logged onto Sextr and checked his Message-Me. He was expecting communication from Mr Godetia - a man who asked Noah to call him Mason - who was organising another EMARP for him.
EMARP (Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing) events were held in an old school in a town at the edge of the city. Officially the building was called the Refined Arts Workshop and Studio (the RAW) but by any other name it was an exhibition centre and Noah was going to be the next exhibit.
EMARP's involved the creation of scenarios where in an actor or model, Noah for example, played a part and attendees got to watch. But the attendee's too played a part, creating an erotic scenario from which each participant derived something.
For Noah, he got to be naked and seen and maybe even aroused while the audience got to look at him. Today's scenario had a medical theme so Noah was going to be a patient and the attendees were going to be medical practitioners and fellow patients - to whom Noah was going to be exposed.
Noah recalled the Sextr conversation from December in preparation for the event...
WaitingForGodetia: {The next EMARP would involve another actor directly interacting with you and a large number of spectators.}
WaitingForGodetia: {And it would involve a medical theme.}
Duke-It-Out: {Sounds intriguing.}
WaitingForGodetia: {Do you know what an EUA is?}
Noah hadn't known what EUA meant but as a surgeon, his dad would have - it stood for Examination Under Anaesthetic. Usually this involved some kind of endoscopy or sigmoidoscopy or laparoscopy or in serious cases an exploratory laparotomy - Google was Noah's friend for these terms.
Noah's role would be as a patient undergoing an exam while sedated; it might not sound like a fun role - pretending to be unconscious - but Mason had sold him on the idea while showing him around the set they were constructing for it.
Noah was blown away - he had only been in the RAW once when the set had been a large open space resembling an art gallery. Today, the main reception had been converted into a waiting room resembling a medical clinic. At the other side of the waiting are there were two door-less thresholds leading into parallel corridors with multiple doors on either side; the rooms in the middle could be accessed from either corridor.
Each door Noah passed, he peeked inside to see large doctor's offices complete with examination tables. The final room at the end of both corridors was the pièce de résistance - it resembled an operating theatre, with an observation window at the end.
"All the rooms are observable actually. Did you notice the tinted back walls in each of the doctor's rooms? One-way glass," Mason said – clearly chuffed with himself. "It lets an actor pretend to be a patient undergoing a private exam and another actor plays the doctor. Sometimes we let attendees participate too."
"Audience participation?" Noah asked.
For a fee he bet.
"Sure. Remember last time we let your friends catch you? While you were naked and being recorded by them and then you jerked off?" Mason asked.
"How could I forget?" Noah replied but he found the reminder exciting.
Mason had taken pleasure in a debauch summary of Noah's first EMARP.
"This set will be up for a few weeks at least. We'll run scenarios with other actors," Mason explained; "A popular one is when the actor plays the role of a patient and someone walks in during a naked examination. Or a patient gets naked and the doctor has to leave but accidentally leaves the door open so he is seen by passers-by..."
Noah grinned at the mental images. It could never happen in real life, could it? But in the RAW, during an EMARP, the only limit was imagination. Noah found his first scenario had felt real it was almost like it was really happening. That was a very exciting head space to occupy.
"So, what happens in the operating theatre?" Noah asked.
"That's where you come in," Mason said; "You will role play as a patient..."
"Do I get to wear a silly hospital gown?" Noah asked.
He was imagining not being allowed to tie it at the back so his little ass cheeks hung out.
"Not this time. But maybe next time?" Mason replied.
"I hope so," Noah agreed.
"You will role play a patient. You'll lie down fully clothed and then you'll be sedated..." Mason said.
"I won't really be drugged, will I?" Noah asked.
"I'm not in the business of drugging teenage boys," Mason said almost affronted.
"No, just exploiting their sexy young bodies," Noah rebutted.
Mason was almost embarrassed. Not just embarrassed but on guard that Noah was so astute. It wouldn't be long before the boy realised the full extent of his exploitation. Since sixteen was the age of consent in the UK Noah could legally agree to sex (amongst other things) but the scenarios in EMARP really did go beyond that.
Mason didn't just tread a fine legal line with actors as young as Noah, he crossed it. It was important that Noah didn't know that yet or it might scare him off. Naked photography required subjects to be 18+ if the content was sexual. Consenting or not, Noah was a risky investment.
"Do you want to play or not?" Mason asked sincerely.
"I do," Noah agreed readily.
"Then wheesht and let me finish. You'll lie down fully clothed and `pretend' to be sedated. Another actor will be the doctor examining you," Mason explained. "He will slowly strip you. He will photograph you, pose you, make you aroused and then jerk you off... What?"
Noah had a look on his face.
"What?" repeated Mason.
"It sounds a lot like your simulating an unconscious person being molested," Noah said cautiously.
Mason wore a sympathetic expression and Noah waited for a response that would address the horrific nature of the reality behind the scenario.
"This isn't reality, Noah. This is a game. It is an Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing. In reality, drugging someone whether in the pub or in a surgical setting to have non-consensual anything with them would be wrong..." Mason agreed.
"But?" Noah leapt in.
"But this is not reality. This is fantasy. It is a story just like a book or a film, a porno or a play or a video game or any other kind of media that represents content that we would obviously disapprove of in reality," Mason emphasised.
Noah nodded uncertainly.
"It's why we have action movies Noah, not because we want to shoot people but because they are exciting. We have romance movies because we enjoy love. We have detective shows because we love mystery," Mason continued.
"We have porn because we like unrealistic sexual scenarios," Noah jested.
Mason smiled – Noah was awfully close to the truth – and then continued his persuasion.
"If you still want to role play, you are consenting, regardless of the terms of the scenario. If you don't want to do it or you change your mind then we stop. Your fellow actor who is playing the doctor has consented to participate too," Mason expanded. "The attendees observing your examination are consenting and wouldn't do anything like this or allow anything like this to happen in real life. People come to our events because it isn't reality, Noah."
Noah contemplated the scenario – despite his psychological hesitance, Noah found the whole idea deeply appealing and it made him horny. Unable to move, he'd be stripped and filmed and aroused and jerked off while people watched - what's not to love?
"So, I cum while this doctor films me and the audience watch?" Noah asked with a small smile.
Mason caught the smile and visibly relaxed because he thought he'd freaked Noah out. Mason nodded to tell Noah he was spot on.
"Sounds like fun," Noah consented.
That tour had been over a week ago and now Noah was very excited. He had almost pushed his friends out the door so he could log into Sextr and wait for Mason to send the final details about his EMARP.
The morning had flown in; breakfast, saying cheerio to his friends, showering and dressing, logging onto Sextr and reading his Message-Me. He had one more thing to do before heading off to sexually exhibit himself in front of a group of strangers.
"I'm going out," Noah told Dan.
Their dad was still home for Christmas and New Year holidays but he thankfully wasn't in the living room. He didn't want to explain EMARP to his dad.
"Ok," Daniel said disinterestedly.
"Ummm..." Noah said.
Dan looked at him through narrowed eyes, realising that Noah actually had more to say that "I'm going out."
"Where?" Dan asked.
"I'm going another of those EMARP things," Noah told him. "The role-playing thing?"
"The thing where you strip naked for strangers to look at you and sexually objectify you?" Daniel clarified.
"Yea, that's the one," Noah replied breezily.
"You are a very strange boy," his brother said.
Nudity. Exhibitionism. Role-playing. Noah was certainly atypical.
"You would tell me, wouldn't you... if you were in trouble?" Daniel asked.
"Yes," Noah replied honestly.
"Because most big brothers wouldn't be cool with his sixteen-year-old little brother sexually exploiting themselves," Dan remined him.
"I know," Noah agreed and before he could say more Daniel continued.
"I mean, I know I've helped you exploit yourself and exposed you to people but I'm around to know your safe," Daniel said.
"I'm keeping myself safe at the EMARP," Noah insisted.
"They are clearly sexually exploiting you too," he said; "You're making choices about how to explore all theses things related to your nudity and sexuality but if it ever goes wrong..."
"I would tell you, Dan. I promise," Noah interrupted.
"People are paying to see you naked, Noah," Daniel warned. "You really need to tell me if anything happens that you..." Dan emphasised; "Are not happy about."
"Ok," Noah replied.
"Off you pop then. You don't want to be late," Daniel teased.
The afternoon started with Noah arriving at the Refined Arts Workshop and Studio at two in the afternoon and saw the venue was already busy.
Noah wondered if the set had already been busy with other actors in his or a similar role. Noah still didn't really know anyone besides Mason. Noah had asked but so far Mason hadn't introduced him to any other actors. He had been told they came in all shapes, sizes, ages and colours (i.e. they weren't all teenage boys like him) but Noah wanted to know the people. Were they like him - did they get off on exhibition? They must, surely?
"How are you feeling, Noah?" Mason asked him.
Mason led Noah away from the reception and down a corridor that twisted and turned until Noah got to a changing room much like the one he'd used last time.
"I'm ok. A little bit nervous, I guess," Noah confessed.
"That's normal," Mason told him; "We have an outfit for you if that's ok?"
Noah looked to where a cute outfit was hung up. It involved a pair of football shorts, a short-sleeved football shirt, football socks that would come up to the knees and a pair of brand-new trainers. There was a strong football theme that Noah thought was charming - he was sure the idea was to make him seem like a sporty kid in need or medical attention.
"You can keep on your own underwear," Mason prompted him.
Noah just smiled - he suspected Mason knew he was a briefs boy so his undies would be small. Noah was wearing briefs, but even if he wasn't, it added to the scenario that he was wearing his own pants. Noah's genitals had already marinated in the pouch of his underwear.
Mason left him to get changed, which Noah did without ceremony, and returned as he finished lacing up the trainers.
"Ready? Let's go," Mason said and led the way.
Noah felt hot - not as in warm, he felt attractive - in the footy kit. His calves were covered by the socks but they clung to show off the shape of his lower legs; the shorts covered to top part of his thighs but the skin that was visible was hairless and creamy. Noah was good at restraining his physical response but he wondered if he would be able stop himself getting a boner long enough to make the scenario convincing.
Matter of fact, he wondered if someone under sedation was able to get a hard-on and ejaculate? Did it matter though - it was just a role-playing game. Noah entered the operating theatre and Mason put a hand on his shoulder.
"Enjoy yourself. If you need to stop at any time, just say so," Mason assured him. "I mean it, Noah. You can stop any time."
"Our event is about to begin," sounded Mason's voice over a speaker that broadcast into the operating theatre and observation room.
Noah could not see who or how many were sequestered behind the observation glass. He wondered and why was it so exciting not knowing whether it was ten or a hundred? Noah frivolously wondered if the one-way glass was used for other scenarios. Perhaps a naughty security guard or policeman messing about with a deviant boy. Noah's
"Hello, are you Mr Flood? Can I call you Noah?" asked the man who entered ten minutes later.
Noah smirked at the name he had been given – Noah Flood. Very funny. Noah gave all his attention to the man in the room because he was incredibly handsome.
The man was in his mid-thirties with broad shoulders and a muscular build; he was tall, his hair was dark brown and he had a beard. His smile was really something and Noah couldn't help but check out the man's package - a nice lump in the front of his trousers. He was in shirtsleeves with a blue tie and nice shoes.
Noah kept the lump in the front of his shorts under control despite the hot man in the room.
"Yes, Noah is fine," the sixteen-year-old replied.
"I'm Mr Drummond," the doctor said.
Thanks to his dad, Noah knew that surgeons (in the UK at least) became known as Mr or Ms when they reached consultant level. His dad said you knew you were on track when the nursing staff told patients you were a Mr even though you were 'only' a senior registrar.
"Nice to meet you," Noah replied.
"Why don't you take a seat," the doctor suggested.
Noah hopped up onto the examination table in the centre of the room and dangled his legs over the edge; unlike a chair there was not backrest but Noah sat upright with his hands clasped in his lap.
"Can you tell me your date of birth, Noah?" Mr Drummond asked; "I have to ask to make sure I have the right patient."
"Sure. It's the thirty-first of October, two thousand and four," Noah answered.
"Great. You're sixteen?" Mr Drummond asked.
"Yes," Noah agreed.
Mr Drummond looked at a chart. In reality it had a few details about Noah - his name and age and height. It said Noah was 1.7 meters (5ft 7) tall but the faux-doctor thought Noah looked taller than that - boys do go so fast.
"You look healthy but before we start, I'll check your respiratory rate, oxygen saturation, temperature, pulse and blood pressure. Is that ok?" the doctor asked.
Noah was getting immersed in the scenario - Mr Drummond played his part convincingly. Mr Drummond lifted Noah's arm to affix a blood pressure cuff that tightened uncomfortably around his skinny bicep. A small device was fixed over a finger on his opposite hand and a tympanic thermometer wriggled into his ear and beeped. Mr Drummond wrote it all down and removed the devices and cuffs before showing Noah the record he'd made and explaining it to him.
"Your breaths per minute were fifteen, which is fine for a healthy young man like you. Oxygen saturation just means how well your blood is carrying oxygen, that was one hundred percent which is ideal. Your temp was thirty-six point four, also fine. Pulse, a chilled out fifty-three beats per minute," he said with a grin; "And blood pressure was one hundred and fourteen over sixty-two."
"Which means?" Noah asked in character - in reality he knew what it meant again thanks to his dad.
"The top number is systolic pressure - that means the pressure in your heart when it's full and about to pump blood. The diastolic pressure, the bottom number, is the pressure after it's pumped. Your
all look good," Mr Drummond assured him. "You're looking absolutely fine."
"Cool," Noah said blushingly.
Noah caught the sexual overture hidden as a simple compliment about his physical health.
"Now let's get down to business. I'm going to get you to lie down in a minute. I'll give you some sedation to put you to sleep a little," Mr Drummond explained; "It's not an invasive exam so you'll just feel woozy but you won't be able to talk or move."
"Will I know what's going on?" Noah asked.
"You'll feel some things as I examine you but don't worry most people don't remember any of the discomfort from their examination once they recover. Hopefully you won't have any intra-operative discomfort," Mr Drummond said.
"Ok," Noah said sheepishly.
Noah noticed that the script didn't elaborate on the purpose of Noah's sedation-requiring examination but he doubted the audience cared about this detail.
Looking at the boy, Mr Drummond nearly melted. Noah acted innocent but the doctor rather suspected Noah was not as innocent as he pretended. He saw through the act but it was a well-played facsimile of innocence.
"We're going to use a mixture of midazolam and propofol, do you have any drug allergies that you know of?" asked the doctor.
"No, sir," Noah said.
The "sir" made Mr Drummond smile and Noah wondered where it came from but it seemed appropriate and the respectful form of address imbued the doctor with a formidable authority.
"Lie down, Noah," Mr Drummond said.
Noah lay on his back with his legs stretched out and his arms at his side. For the benefit of the audience, Mr Drummond pretended to administer the aforementioned sedatives. Although syringes were used as props, no needles were inserted into Noah's skin.
"I'll want you to count back from ten but you'll feel sleepy and probably won't reach zero. Count now," Mr Drummond said.
"Ten, nine... eight... seven... ...six... fi... ve... f..." Noah slowed and slurred his speech and the words trailed off.
"You can hear me, Noah?" the doctor asked and Noah mumbled a syllable. "Noah, can you move?"
Noah managed a noise that sounded like "no," and Mr Drummond smiled.
"Good. You're very beautiful Noah... You don't mind if I take a closer look at you, do you?" Mr Drummond asked with a chuckle.
Mr Drummond - or whatever his real name was - played the part of evil doctor very well. He didn't oversell it with a Machiavellian cackle, it was just a self-contented chuckle. It made Noah wonder about what reality could have inspired this scenario - would a health professional really abuse trust and power like this? Of course, Noah could opt out at any time if anything made him uncomfortable but he still wondered:
What kind of person would do this in real life?
"Alright my boy, I'll keep talking so you know everything I'm doing to you," Mr Drummond announced.
Noah remined himself this was fantasy, not reality. Fantasy did not equal approval of reality. Whatever Noah thought of the reality of such a situation, the pretence involved in the scenario was disturbingly arousing. All he had to do was lie there and a sexy man was going to do stuff to him. This is what the word Nifty was invented for.
"I'll start by taking your trainers off," Mr Drummond told him.
Because Noah wasn't actually sedated, he could feel the trainers come off his feet and he listened as Mr Drummond placed them on the floor.
"And now those socks," Mr Drummond purred.
For a big lumberjack of a man he was exceedingly gentle in both voice and touch. Noah felt hands just below his left knee and then the long football sock being pulled down. Noah's pretty and satiny leg was exposed and his skin tingled as the warm sock gave way to a slight chill in the room. With the sock wrapped around his ankle, the man stroked Noah's leg.
"So smooth," Mr Drummond said.
The doctor pulled the sock over Noah's ankle, leaving one leg and foot bare; the exposed bare foot was incredibly cute. Hairless, petite, the skin free of blemishes and his toes lined up like little piggy's from the nursery rhyme.
Mr Drummond repeated the removal of the right sock and then placed them both inside a trainer on the floor. The man stroked Noah's ankles, causing his skin to tingle and it was with great effort that Noah didn't wriggle.
"Oh, good boy. Nice feet... I wonder if they'll tell me anything about the size of other parts of your body?" Mr Drummond asked.
You know what they say about big feet? Big shoes.
Noah felt a rough sensation against his feet and realised the man's beard was scratching the side of his left foot. Noah could feel the man's nose rubbing against his outside of his foot and then a kiss to the sole of his foot that made Noah's toes curl.
Mr Drummond's interest in podophilia seemed well fulfilled as he played with Noah's toes.
"Do you like that? This little piggy went to market..." Mr Drummond asked.
He tested Noah by kissing his big toe and running his tongue along the top of the remaining toes.
"This little piggy stayed at home," Mr Drummond kissed the next toe; "This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none."
Noah remembered this rhyme from when he was a kid. He knew what came next.
"And this little piggy," Mr Drummond kissed the little toe; "Went wee, wee, wee... all the way home."
Instead of tickling Noah's feet, he enveloped the toes in his mouth. Sucking most of Noah's toes, tasting them and ending by sucking the big toe – leaving them all slobbery when he straightened up. There was a long pause while nothing seemed to happen. Mr Drummond held Noah's skinny, smooth ankle and then Noah felt the sole off his foot pressed against something firm but palpable. Noah took a moment to realise his foot was being pumped against Mr Drummond's groin – his big balls and spongy penis, thickening as the bare foot mashed against the trouser-clad genitals.
"Let's move on, shall we?" Mr Drummond asked with a sigh – he was reluctant to move on but he had to; "Now what should we take off next? Your top... or your shorts?"
Noah felt a rush of excitement. He realised that he had been introduced to the scenario by Mason without being told the order of things or how the series of embarrassing events would unfold. It was exciting to be kept in suspense and he wondered how the audience felt.
Noah was still substantially dressed: how would he feel about displaying his naked body to total strangers?
"The shirt I think," Mr Drummond decided.
The man stood on Noah's right-hand side and pulled the bottom of the football t-shirt up; Noah's abdomen was progressively revealed as the man reached over and pulled the other side too. Noah's smooth abdomen curved in because he was skinny, highlighting his ribs, and his bellybutton stretched into a surprised O shape. The doctor worked the shirt until the back was rolled up at Noah's shoulder blades and at the front, the teen's magnificent abdomen, chest and nipples were on show.
"Oh, beautiful. Smooth chest too. Are you a late bloomer, Noah?" the doctor teased; "We'll see when the shorts come off, I guess."
Noah felt the man lift each arm in turn so they were still straight but stretched above his head. Then the doctor pulled the t-shirt at the back, freeing it to Noah's neck and with a few more tugs he pulled it off of Noah's arms. He folded it and put it on top of the trainers on the floor.
Noah's arms remained stretched over his head, exposing his armpits to the attention of the audience and the would-be doctor.
"Oh, your pits are so cute Noah," Mr Drummond complimented.
The doctor ran a finger up and down Noah's right armpit, feeling the meagre patch of hair therein. Moving to the other pit, he massaged it with his thumb and his fingers reached around Noah's shoulder.
"Your skin is so silky," the doctor declared.
Mr Drummond pressed his nose into Noah's sparse armpit and inhaled deeply.
"Oh, I love the smell of teenage boy," the doctor said.
Mr Drummond put out his tongue and licked around Noah's armpit. The skin was smooth and the pubes buried inside the nook were wiry but short. The man kissed Noah's armpit and then worked his lips down the inside of Noah's bicep with big wet smooches.
Standing straight again, Mr Drummond rubbed Noah's right side to feel the smoothness of the fair skin and then brought his big hand back to Noah's chest. His palm rested over Noah's left nipple and while his fingers pressed into the axilla. The man massaged and kneaded Noah's nipple with the palm of his hand, groping Noah's chest which was not muscular enough to qualify as a pectoral.
"You are very skinny, Noah," the doctor observed.
The doctor flicked his tongue inside Noah's bellybutton, leaving the teenager to wonder if the man licked and kissed every bit of anatomy he liked. Noah felt a hand on his stomach, fingers circling and then dipping into his bellybutton. Then the hand moved lower, over the smooth expanse of skin and inching towards the waistband of Noah's football shorts.
"These will come off in a minute," the doctor teased; "Oops."
The "oops" was the result of accidentally on purpose slipping his fingers into the waistband of Noah's shorts. He tugged the waistband down, teasing Noah and the audience. Noah could almost feel the root of his cock exposed as finger brushed through his very neat pubic bush.
Mr Drummond snapped the waistband back up and put his fingers to his nose to sniffed them. The man could smell the faint sweat of boy-bits and he enjoyed every second of his olfactory indulgence.
"Your pubes are damp, Noah," Mr Drummond said. "You're a dirty boy getting all sweaty down there."
Then, for a moment, nothing happened and as Noah was about to break from character to look around, he felt lips on his right nipple. Noah suppressed a moan but it was something magnificent to feel someone suck on his nipple. Noah didn't get hard as a result - that was still to come, but his penis liked the sensation and pushed out half an inch.
Noah wondered if the small kick inside his football shorts would be noticed. He felt incredibly exposed in just the shorts of his football kit – he was otherwise naked and Noah knew that in another minute, he would be left in just his adolescent underpants. Piece by piece, Noah was being stripped and explored. His legs and feet, his armpits and bellybutton and nipple...
"Alright, boy," Mr Drummond said; "Time to lose the shorts."
Noah was excited that he was about to be stripped just to his briefs - not just in front of the sexy man in the room but the spectators hidden behind the one-way glass too. He still wondered how many men were watching him but it was exciting not knowing. Noah felt big hands rubbing his thighs and teasing their way up the legs of his shorts. The hand was all the way inside Noah's footy shorts and fingers brushed his briefs-clad genitals.
"If you'd rather I didn't take your little shorts off, Noah, this is your last chance to stop me," Mr Drummond said mockingly.
Although it was said derisively, Noah appreciated that it was a narrative prompt. He was really being given a chance by the actor - presumably at Mason's direction - to end things before they got more intimate.
"No?" Mr Drummond added as he took a hold of the bottom of Noah's shorts.
The man tugged the shorts free from Noah's bum first, leaving the sixteen-year-old still covered at the front. With great pleasure, the briefs were slowly revealed to everyone as the front of the shorts were teased down too.
"Why am I not surprised that you're a briefs boy?" Mr Drummond said with a laugh. "Maybe when you grow up, you can invest in boxer shorts like a big boy."
As the doctor pulled the shorts down Noah's legs, the teen felt deliberate contact with his thighs and calves. All the way down, there was a caress that was subtle and tender. The shorts were pulled free of Noah's ankles with each of his bare feet being lifted one at time. The man folded the shorts and put them on the top of the pile on the floor.
"Time for some pictures I think," Mr Drummond said; "You'd be amazed how many people like the look of boys wearing pathetic undies like yours. Tighty whities, as the Americans call them."
Noah could hear the artificial shutter sound of the camera as pictures were taken of him. At his first EMARP, Noah hadn't known the people taking the pictures were in on the act and that the pictures were deleted after the event. Even knowing it now, Noah found himself buying into the scenario and the incriminating pictures became a fearsome aphrodisiac.
Noah appreciated that in his briefs and with his almost hairless body and his arms still above his head to expose his armpits, he was a perfect twink.
"Now, how about we take those little briefs off?" Mr Drummond purred. "Poor little Noah can't even move and you're about to be totally naked. I should call a nurse in to take your temperature. I bet you'd love a rectal thermometer, wouldn't you?"
The man stood beside Noah and stroked his skin, running fingers from the sixteen-year old's ankle, to his bare thigh, over his bony hip, over his ribs, glancing a nipple and then caressing Noah's face.
"Powerless to stop me," the doctor said to himself; "Let's take a look at your boy-parts."
The doctor did the same with the briefs as with the shorts - freeing them from Noah's ass first. Noah felt the cold examination table under the bare globes of his tight ass. His cheeks were chilled for a moment but Noah was too excited by his helpless exposure to dwell on it. As the briefs were teased down at the front, Noah's pubes were finally revealed.
"Well, you have hardly any pubes, do you?" the doctor commented as he examined the root of Noah's penis.
The doctor tugged the briefs down further until Noah's penis flopped out and his testicles were also unveiled. The doctor pulled the briefs all the way down, slipped them off Noah's ankles and dropped them carelessly on top of everything else.
"I don't even think you're a late developer..." the doctor decided; "You're just a little smoothie, aren't you?"
Noah's heart was beating fast as his nudity was remarked upon with degrading commentary. He had never been insecure or embarrassed about his smoothness and lack of substantial body hair - Noah liked it and watched porn so knew it was a contemporary ideal for boys (men) to look like that.
"More pictures Noah?" Mr Drummond said. "There's a good boy, you just lie still while I take naked pictures of you for my collection."
Noah heard the camera take more and more pictures and imagined if it was reality - the mortifying pictures of him going who knew where. The EMARP was a safe place though and the safeness combined with the implications of the scenario was a beautiful balance.
"That little dick of yours is barely three inches, Noah," the doctor ridiculed.
Did Noah know, even flaccid, how beautiful he was?
More camera noises, more angles.
"You're still sedated but you should be able to feel this... Why don't we see if your penis will get any bigger, my sleepy boy?" the doctor asked rhetorically.
Mr Drummond used his whole hand to stroke and pet Noah's penis, to cup his balls and then, after a minute, he gripped. Mr Drummond held the fattening organ in his hand and pulled on it, retracting the foreskin and using his fingers to play with the head of Noah's dick. It was five inches now and Noah staved off full erection for just a little longer.
"That's better, who knew you were such a big boy," Mr Drummond observed.
Noah's cock reached a full six and a quarter inches long and stood up proudly from his groin.
"Oh yes, more pictures of you with that thing, my boy," Mr Drummond declared.
Noah sensed the man standing at the foot of the examination table as he took his pictures: the soles of Noah's feet, his hairless legs and hairless perineum and then the fuzzy balls and erect cock. Beyond the gorgeous genitals was a flat tummy, skinny chest and pretty face.
Noah could feel something dribbling down his cock and he realised it was his precum. There was no way that would go unnoticed.
"Oh, my goodness, you are a leaky one, aren't you?" teased the doctor. "Look at all that drizzle, it's like your wetting yourself."
Noah felt the man touch the moist shaft of his cock and then heard Mr Drummond suck in his fingers, tasting the precum.
"No, it's defiantly preseminal discharge," the doctor added.
Noah felt fingers fondle the head of his cock and he couldn't stop himself squirming and gasping with pleasure as the glans was exposed and caressed.
"I hope you're not waking up just yet," Mr Drummond said; "But I should crack on before you do."
Noah felt more precum ooze from his dick, slicking his penis from head to shaft. Noah wondered what was happening as Mr Drummond's hands gripped his ankle and lifted his knee until the heel of his foot was close to his bum, the motion was repeated on the other leg so both knees were bent and feet were flat on the examination table. Mr Drummond carefully pushed his knees apart and Noah realised his legs were now splayed open.
"Oh my... Look at that hairless little hole," Mr Drummond said.
The sound of more photography captured Noah's exposed anus and hard messy cock. Noah just had the time to wonder what would happen next when he felt the next thing happen. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Lips kissed the bit between his scrotum and asshole - a doctor would have told him it was called the perineum. Then a tongue flashed out and liked the same spot, moving down and now prodding the sensitive tissue and getting closer to his hole. The man wasn't going to...
"Ohhh..." Noah moaned and loudly too.
"You can't wake up just yet, Noah. But this will feel good..." Mr Drummond promised.
Noah felt a tongue lick his ass and then probe inside it, lips pressed over the hole and Noah felt the exquisite pleasure of an expert rim-job. Noah had though the sensations of Matty between his legs shortly before Christmas had been incredible but this was out of this world. The doctor stroked Noah's svelte legs and then held his knees while continuing to pleasure the sixteen-year-old.
Noah heard the sound of the man lapping up his ass and perineum, flicking his tongue in and out of the perfectly smooth and tight hole. Noah felt the scratchy bristles of Mr Drummond's beard as his face filled the space between the teen's legs.
If Noah had been standing, those legs would have been weak. Noah couldn't stop himself moaning and squirming as the man rimmed him. Noah heard a manly chuckled and the physician again loomed over his sedated patient.
"Ok, time for the finale," Mr Drummond said, having pulled his face away from between Noah's legs.
The doctor lowered Noah's legs again and he pointed the camera at Noah's dick, switching to video mode as he began to jerk the teenager. Noah's naked body was slick with hot perspiration and his pits were still on show. His young body had been obscenely displayed and now he was being filmed by the mad doctor as he was masturbated.
"Let's record you shooting your load," Mr Drummond teased the boy; "If it's anything like all that precum you were making, this is going to be really messy."
Noah's cock trickled sticky and sweet stuff over Mr Drummond's hand as the man continued to jerk him. In the months since Noah had become sexually active, he had been with boys his own age or a little bit older and he'd been with Jamie who was five years older but this hunky man was twenty-odd years older than him.
Noah wished he'd focussed on this detail sooner because he realised how hot and appealing it was. A man old enough to be his father had stripped and licked and jerked him. Noah appreciated the appeal from the other end of the spectrum too - an older man stripping and licking and jerking a boy.
"Oh, how I'd love to suck that cock, Noah," Mr Drummond confessed. "But covering you with your own filth is too good a picture to pass up."
Noah was reaching his climax and the hand of the older man was rubbing the sensitive helmet of his cock until it was ready to burst. Mr Drummond knew how to prolong the moment, he let go of Noah's dick and moved his hand to tightly grip the root of the shaft. No cum came and a minute later the supposedly sedated teen was being jerked again.
"I won't tease you again," Mr Drummond promised; "We'll record you blow that spunk all over your creamy body. Are you ready Noah? Are you ready to show me your boy juice?"
Noah moaned and squirmed and tried not to speak out or move too much to maintain the pretence of his character but it was hard. It was very fucking hard. Any second now, he was going to shoot.
"My friends won't believe how much jizz you make. Shoot that dick splash for the camera?" Mr Drummond demanded.
Noah moaned again as he shot his cum, which flew into the air before landing at the top of Noah's chest. He felt more shots land on his chest, his nipples, and all the way down to his abdomen. The cum continued to pour, filling Noah's bellybutton, and just when the teen thought Mr Drummond would stop, he continued to jerk.
Noah felt something between pleasure and pain as his cock was milked and cum pooled in the patch of hair above Noah's spent dick. The pain-like sensation of over-stimulation became almost unbearable as the man refused to stop jerking and Noah was about to break character and tell him to stop when the man stopped of his own volition.
The doctor wiped his hand in Noah's armpit, matting the hair under his arm with sticky spunk. The smell in the room was getting ripe from jizz and sweat.
"Well, that's all the time I've got, Noah. Your examination was perfectly satisfactory. You'll wake up in five or ten minutes," the man said.
It was an unceremonious end but clearly Doctor Drummond's character was unprincipled and corrupt - he had to make a hasty exit. Noah wondered what his character was supposed to do and was about to sit up, take a look around and hopefully get dressed when he heard sniggering.
"Hey naked boy? You awake?"
Noah opened his eyes, stirring as if groggy. He looked to see three lads; they all looked a few years older than him - eighteen or perhaps nineteen. They were staring openly at his nudity and his cum covered body. The door behind them, leading back into the hallway of the clinic, was still open so more spectators in the guise of patients could walk in at any moment.
"Hi," Noah said.
His mouth felt parched and he wished he had a drink of water.
"You're really made a mess of yourself, haven't you?" asked one of the lads.
They were an attractive trio of lads and if he hadn't just been milked, Noah would have gotten another boner. As it was, Noah blushed at their comment and covered his semi-flaccid dick. It was still bloated and slick with cum that coated his hands. As it cooled, the spunk had gotten more gelatinous and the milky stuff dribbled over his hips.
"You don't need to cover up, we're medical students," another lad said.
"We were told to come check on you," said a blue-eyed boy; "Mr Drummond said you might need some help."
Noah didn't know what to say to that but then he remembered he was supposed to have had a routine examination.
"Oh... yea... I don't know what happened," Noah said.
"Anaesthetic does weird things to some people," the blue-eyed lad said.
"It made me take off my clothes?" Noah asked.
"I guess so. Maybe you felt hot?" one suggested.
"Are you a hot boy, Noah?" asked another, tongue in cheek.
"Where are my clothes?" Noah asked.
"I don't see them here," came the reply.
Noah was turned around by the unexpected addition to the scenario.
"They're probably in the room next door. Someone will have tidied up," the blue-eyed lad said.
Noah didn't comment that it made no sense to take a naked boy's clothes away.
"C'mon, we'll find them together," Noah was told; "Mr Drummond wanted us to weigh you for your records and he thinks the height we have on your file is wrong too."
"Maybe Mr Drummond put your clothes in the other exam room so you could get dressed after we weigh you?" the blue-eyed lad suggested.
Next door meant Noah would have to wander naked into the clinic corridor.
"Have you got a gown I can put on?" Noah asked.
The three lads looked around exaggeratedly; "I don't see one," someone said.
"I need to walk there naked?" Noah asked.
"Great idea. Glad you suggested it."
"But what if someone sees me?" Noah asked in a theatrically pathetic voice.
"Don't be scared Noah, no-one will mind looking at your naked little body," another said.
Noah led the way into the corridor of the clinic. It was easy to forget this was just a set and he was just acting a role – the set was not unlike his own GP's surgery. It was really quite exciting – a simulation of events that could never happen in reality but wouldn't it be exciting if it did?
Mason was right when he talked about this being a fantasy.
Mr Drummond had been a fellow actor – the first Noah had worked with since he had been solo in his first EMARP. Noah suspected the three 'medical students' were just audience members treated to a very close look at the star of the event. Surely participation in the EMARP at this level cost more? Noah was woefully ignorant of how much events like this costed though.
For all he knew Mr Drummond wasn't an actor or model like him - Mr Drummond might just be a pervy man in his late thirties who paid to touch up a sixteen-year-old boy. Did it matter? After all, Noah was quite comfortable with pervy people in a spectrum of ages watching him getting stripped and touched up.
It felt different to move out of the operating theatre and into the corridor where the surveillance of his humiliation had moved on to passers-by – more audience members whose sight of Noah in the flesh stopped each of them dead. Noah got worried he was going to be made to walk into the main reception with his ass and dick on show when the three lads sniggered again.
Noah looked back to see them still standing at the door of the operating theatre.
"You're going the wrong way," they giggled.
Noah blushed as he raced back and nearly ran into someone whose mouth dropped open when they saw the naked sixteen-year-old covered in cold cum. He was close enough to smell the boy and to see the subtle tremble as Noah got cold from being naked so long.
"Sorry," Noah said and pressed on.
The attendee gazed open mouthed at Noah's little ass as it ran away from him.
"In here," suggested the blue-eyed boy and Noah found the proffered room empty and containing his clothes.
"We'll weigh and take your height before you get dressed," one of the lads told him.
Noah knew it was to just keep him naked longer. He glanced around the room, wondering where the audience were secluded to gaze into this room but there was no one-way mirror. Before he could dwell on this, Noah was guided to the scales.
He stepped onto the scale and Noah saw the chart Mr Drummond had used earlier was actually in the room for them to mark details down on.
"Fifty-seven kilogram's," the blue-eyed lad told him.
"Now stand here facing all of us. Arms at your sides," Noah was told.
He obeyed standing with his back to the wall - behind him there was a measuring stick and an adjustable slide that touched the top of his head. It felt funny facing three nineteen-year olds who were dressed as he stood naked and sullied with his own with his own testicle seed.
"One point seven three metres. That's five foot eight," Noah was told.
"I'm getting cold," Noah confessed.
The lads expression changed from lust and admiration to sympathy.
"Of course, why don't you get dressed now," the blue-eyed lad told him.
"But start with the socks," said his buddy.
Noah joined in the grinning, facing away from them and bent over as he pushed his bare feet into the socks and then rolled them up his calves. The three lads saw the most beautiful ass they'd ever seen and every one of them wanted to fuck it. They would triple penetrate him if they couldn't take turns. However, intercourse was not an option.
The three lads enjoyed the dangling testicles between Noah's almost hairless balls. Noah felt silly being naked except for his socks but he turned to face them and asked what they wanted him to put on next.
"Put on the shorts," they told him.
"But don't bother with the panties. You use them to wipe up your mess," the blue-eyed lad suggested.
Noah obeyed, pulling the shorts up and finally covering his shrunken penis and then wiping the drying and cold scum of cum off his tummy and chest. It was pretty disgusting stuff now and hardly mopped up as he tried to wipe it from his fair skin.
"Do you want these?" Noah proffered the cummy underpants to the blue-eyed leader of the pack.
He took the underwear and Noah pulled on his t-shirt.
"Well, I think we've learned a lot. Haven't we lads?" asked the blue-eyed lad.
His friends agreed.
"It was a real pleasure seeing you," said one lad.
"If you don't mind though, we'll not shake that hand of yours. We don't know where it's been," the other joked.
Noah was soon alone until Mason came to find him.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"It wasn't all I was expecting. It was more and... It wasn't what I was expecting," Noah confessed.
"Did you enjoy it?" Mason asked.
"Every second," Noah admitted; "Mr Drummond didn't really take pictures, did he?"
"No, Noah. We don't take pictures or film of actors who are under eighteen," Mason promised; "Remember, this is just a fantasy in which your character is sixteen."
Mason had said this before: your character is sixteen. It made him wonder if the audience thought the actor was eighteen?
"The pictures were just part of the scenario - to immerse you and complete the scene for the attendees too."
"Were the so-called medical students attendees?" Noah enquired.
"Yes, much like your friends last time, they added a little something to the scenario," Mason confessed.
Noah was still buzzing from the excitement of the EMARP and he was amazed that people paid to attend exciting, sexually explicit interactive events with naked boys. Noah couldn't wait for his next one and Mr Godetia agreed they shouldn't wait too long.
"How about another clinic-based scenario?" Mason suggested.
"What do you have in mind?" Noah asked.
"A surprise," the man promised.
This role-playing event had been incredibly sexual and embarrassingly executed, just like his first EMARP. Noah could hardly wait for the next one.
I stared writing ASoEE in September 2018 and wrote this chapter in May 2019; all before Covid happened. Initially, when I started editing, I included a few contemporary references to it. However, it's impossible to accommodate the realities of Covid-19; lockdowns, masks and school closures. Let's continue to live in a fantasy world where none of this is true.
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