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 Seventeen: Gay's Anatomy
FRIDAY 29TH JANUARY 2021
Noah threw a chip at Ronan's head.
<<Food fight!>>
Ronan just laughed and tossed it back onto Noah's plate.
<<Did you hear about the fight at the chip shop? The fish got battered and the chips got asalted.>>
Whatever glib comment had prompted Noah's chip attack, was lost on Toby who was preoccupied with his own confusing thoughts. When he saw Noah naked in the woods seven months ago, he had been besotted and taken entirely unawares by feelings he kind of always had but successfully ignored.
Toby's dalliance with those feelings in Noah's bedroom had been a submission to weakness that was followed by substantial regret and guilt; the feelings however, remained. The feelings and guilt persisted no matter how hard he denied them to himself or anyone else.
Sleeping in Noah's bed a few weeks ago had been a weakness; Noah had slept while Toby felt his desire to touch Noah awaken without dealing with questions from Noah. But he should not have done it - Toby was vexed and overwrought and he couldn't stop thinking about his best friend.
"You're staring," Samir whispered in Toby's ear.
Toby looked around at him with knotted eyebrows; "I wasn't even looking in your direction, Sam."
"Not at me, Toby. You were staring at Noah," Samir noted.
"No, I wasn't," Toby protested lamely.
"Again," Samir said.
Toby glanced at Noah who was deep in conversation with Matty and Ronan – too busy to overhear.
"Again? What do you mean?" Toby asked in a hurried hush.
Samir sat on Toby's left with Ronan on the right while Noah and Mateo sat opposite. Noah, Ronan and Matty were engaged in some daft conversation about fish fingers and so Samir and Toby were safe to talk without being listened to.
<<Do fish have fingers?>>
Toby heard Ronan laugh even though nothing especially funny had been said – it was like Ronan had amused himself. Ronan was a weird kid, Toby thought as Samir spoke again.
"Toby, it's ok. No-one else has noticed," Samir reassured him.
"What do you think you've noticed, Sam?" Toby asked accusingly.
He could feel his pulse quicken with panic.
"It was hard for me to come out as asexual. People don't understand and sometimes they have lots of questions and lots of times they make stupid assumptions," Samir replied and Toby sensed he was carefully circling a point. "But I'm lucky because nothing I believe in causes me to doubt that being asexual is ok."
Samir rarely talked about his Hindu faith, which by and large shared the secular western attitude towards sexuality.
"Sam, please don't," Toby replied moodily.
"Don't get all huffy, Toby. I've noticed you've been sullen since Mateo and Noah came out... And Ronan," Samir said gently; "Like maybe it was hard for you to see them be so open. And no offense but I've noticed you're kind of jealous of Noah and Ronan..."
"It's nothing," Toby said but it lacked conviction.
"We're all here for each other," Samir whispered reassuringly to Toby.
Toby looked up and recalled Sam saying the same thing when he'd come out as asexual just before Christmas. How long had Samir known something was amiss?
"It's ok for them..." Toby said.
Toby's voice barely a whisper as he cast a furtive glance to the others who were still eating and chatting. When he turned back to Samir, he lifted his eyes with great difficulty yet he found Samir's kind face and big brown eyes sincere and comforting.
"...They're happy being what they are. But I... I can't do this," Toby added.
"Ok," Sam said definitively; "But you're safe, Toby. When you're ready to talk, you can talk to me about your feelings. Just like I did."
Toby nodded gratefully and tuned back to the others just in time to hear Mateo say:
"And that's why you should never use a potato battery to power a vibrator."
What the fuck had those three been talking about?
Noah hadn't noticed Toby's hushed conversation with Samir. He had noticed Toby still wasn't himself – much more reserved and pensive – but after multiple attempts, there was nothing he could do. It caused Noah to feel sad when he thought about it, but he wasn't thinking about Toby as he walked home from school.
It was the final week of January and Noah was excited.
He was pulling off his clothes as he entered the house, shirt unbuttoned even before the door was closed. Noah was already thinking Scott and Kyo, boys whom he chatted to regularly on Sextr. Scott had been involved in humiliating Noah at Christmas time by tricking him into stripping naked in a changing room of a shop and then exposing himself to dozens of boys. Among those boys was Kyo, whom Noah had known in Primary School. They hadn't seen each other for years so Kyo was taken quite by surprise to see so much of Noah.
At the end of the day, they had agreed to stay in touch via Sextr and Noah, Scott and Kyo had become a threesome. So to speak. They communicated regularly online, sharing pictures and video they found on the blogging app and discussing stories and tasks they had come across. Between one thing and another, the three boys hadn't met face to face for a while.
Noah had seen Scott because the boy worked for his father's window cleaning business. Noah had been naked and Scott had been cleaning the cum off the windows but Kyo had remained out of the loop. Noah had high hopes of having another boy in his life to explore things with. With Ronan and Matty also circling Noah's sexual interest, Noah was at risk of becoming arrogant about his attractiveness.
While the highlight of Noah's week should have been sending nude pics to Scott and Kyo and telling them about his recent Task-Me, something else had filled Noah with anticipation. He had a message from Mason (Mr Godetia) who had an offer:
Duke-It-Out: {What kind of offer?}
WaitingForGodetia: {This is the last week of the medical themed EMARP events. If you're still interested, I'd love you to make an appearance.}
WaitingForGodetia: {You'll love the scenario.}
Noah recalled his last EMARP when he had pretended to be sedated while a doctor stripped him naked, took pictures of him and then got him hard and made him cum. Fun times!
Duke-It-Out: {Another exam under anaesthetic?}
WaitingForGodetia: {Not anaesthetic. How about under an audience?}
SATURDAY 30TH JANUARY 2021
Noah had already tentatively agreed to another EMARP after the last one which was just a few weeks ago. That the next one had come around so fast gave Noah butterflies – the idea of being naked in front of so many people again was delicious. The set that had been constructed for the medical themed EMARP events had so many embarrassing possibilities.
Mason had kept the exact details of the scenario under wraps. He promised that the surprise would make the experience more exciting for Noah and the audience. Noah was but a humble method actor, more than happy to see what kind of clinical scenario could induce more excitement than last time.
Boy was he in for a treat.
Noah had told Dan about it – for safety if nothing else. Besides, Noah didn't keep many secrets from his big brother and Daniel was very supportive of even the most ridiculous decisions. Like water off a duck's back, Daniel had accepted Noah's nudism and exhibitionism and now participation in live events combining the two.
Noah arrived at the RAW (Refined Arts Workshop and Studio) where the events took place. The exhibition centre was already busy ahead of the forthcoming EMARP. Noah's experience so far had seen the studio (a former school) converted into an art gallery and a hospital clinic. The set-up was much as he remembered from last time - with the main reception converted into a waiting room resembling a medical clinic. As Noah entered, the reception desk on his right and straight ahead were two parallel corridors lined with doors on either side; the corridors met at the top so the whole set up was like a U bend. At the far end, where the corridors met, was the operating theatre which had been the scene for his last humiliation. However, as he stood near the reception and looked towards the dual corridors, Noah looked left to see another corridor. The single passage featured another series of doors.
The reception area was already busy two dozen people (audience members) waiting in the imaginary clinic waiting area. There were a few more men behind the reception desk. Noah reminded himself that some people were spectators – attending to ogle his naked body – while others might be actors. They all played a part in enhancing his role as the soon to be exhibited actor. It was incredibly flattering that so many people wanted to see his body and Noah got off on the embarrassing scenarios Mason had so far devised. Noah wondered if any other actors enjoyed the humiliation of contrived scenarios.
"Noah, this way," Mason called him.
Noah had been so caught up examining things (pondering why the clinic had been designed the way it had) that he'd missed Mason's arrival. Noah expected to be escorted to his changing room and started off the way he remembered it to be but Mason redirected him.
"No need, Noah. I think everything is set up for you," Mason said.
"Sorry?" Noah replied, not quite understanding.
"Dr Nicholson is already waiting for you," Mason said conversationally; "In fact, I think you might already be late for your appointment and as you can see it's very busy."
The only thing that betrayed the authenticity of the waiting room was that Noah noticed a lot more attention than one would normally receive in a GP, clinic or hospital waiting area - they must know something about what was about to happen that he didn't.
Above each corridor was a list of doctor's names. Above the corridor on the right he saw DR NICHOLSON and so headed that way. Dr Nicholson's door was the second on the left, he knocked and was called to enter.
"Hello, Noah is it?" asked Dr Nicholson.
"Yes," Noah replied with a tone of uncertainty - still recovering from being thrown into the scenario without preamble.
If Noah had thought about it, he might have expected the same man, the same `doctor' as last time. But it wasn't Mr Drummond this time. Noah hovered until the man told him to sit. Dr Nicholson looked like he was in his mid-thirties with short fair hair, eye lashes that fluttered seductively and lips that were eminently kissable.
Because he had not been given an outfit to wear, Noah was still wearing his own jeans, boots, a t-shirt, plaid shirt, and a winter jacket.
"Thanks for agreeing to be a part of our ongoing General Anatomy and Youthfulness assessment," Dr Nicholson said with a grin – a literal GAY assessment.
"No problem," Noah replied.
"Why don't you start by getting undressed?" Dr Nicholson suggested.
Noah stood up and began to remove his jacket. He recalled that Mason (Mr Godetia) had said all the rooms were observable and wondered if besides Mr Nicholson, others were watching him strip. Were they behind secret glass or peepholes that Noah couldn't see?
Noah would have thought it would be easier to conceal cameras that streamed content from rooms as intimate as this to the larger areas where the audience were gathered. However, Mason had said the sessions were not recorded: 1) because Noah was sixteen and not eighteen, and 2) because attendees came for the uniqueness of the experience. Each EMARP was different.
The only times he'd been recorded during an EMARP was with mobile phones that were a part of the scenario and those images were deleted thereafter.
Noah hung his jacket and shirt over the back of a chair and placed his boots and socks underneath; he looked shyly at the doctor who watched as Noah removed his clothes instead of offering privacy in which to disrobe. Noah decided to take his jeans off first, dropping them down his silky legs and hopping out of them; Noah folded them and put them on the chair and then lifted his t-shirt.
Now that Noah was down to just his underwear, a pair of pale blue briefs, he turned back to the doctor. There was a flicker on Dr Nicholson's face, the twitch of a smile as he spotted the little lump in Noah's little underpants.
Noah considered himself adequately endowed but had come to understand there was an appreciation for flaccid penises and small cocks. Noah felt lucky that he was a grower and possessed the self-control to stave off erection so his little penis could be mocked and teased before the big reveal.
The doctor checked out Noah's body from his bare feet and hairless legs, lithe thighs and slim waist, up to his flat chest and pert brown nipples. Dr Nicholson smiled and his eyes glided to the other side of the room where he pointed.
"I have a hospital gown for you to put on, then we can go to the examination room," Dr Nicholson said.
"Okay," Noah agreed.
Noah sounded innocent and nervous which was not a taxing act since he was only wearing only his briefs in the presence of a man who was almost a stranger and who knew what would happen next?
Noah didn't like hospital gowns - he thought they were embarrassing and stupid; the way they went on back to front, the way they fell below the knees but left your legs exposed, the way the arm holes were too big and the way they tied at the back but still revealed your back or arse unless you were careful. Worst of all was the way the 'one size fits all' approach meant hospital gowns fitted no-one.
The last time Noah had seen a hospital gown was when Daniel had been in hospital a few years ago. The folded one he was handed now very much resembled the one his brother had worn when he'd had appendicitis. The gown was (more or less) white with "hospital use only" printed in black, blue, green and yellow across its entire surface.
Noah was about to unfold it when the doctor stopped him.
"Actually, Noah..." Dr Nicholson said.
Here it comes, Noah thought - he was about to be told he wasn't going to wear a gown after all.
"Since you're so small, I should give you a children's one instead of an adult gown," Dr Nicholson suggested and took the gown back.
Noah blushed at the assertion he was too little for an adult gown - he was but it was said in such a slighting manner that it was intended to humiliate Noah. At sixteen years old, Noah would, in reality, be admitted to an adult hospital and he couldn't help but feel that he qualified for a stupid adult hospital gown.
Although slim, Noah was getting taller and broader and his worst fear was that the replacement would be even more indiscreet than he had feared. Noah accepted the replacement which looked the same but, still folded, looked and felt smaller.
"Here you go, Noah. Put the junior gown on and we can get started," Dr Nicholson said.
Noah opened it out and noted the ties around the neck - on the far left there was a black tie and a white one 15cm (6 inches) farther along; the opposite was repeated on the right side. Noah noticed something else as he held up the gown - it was not a junior hospital gown.
It was an adult gown that had been heavily modified to look like a boy-sized gown. Firstly, it was cut short - Noah wondered at the logic of this and discovered it as he slipped the item on. The gown had been trimmed so that instead of finishing below the knees, exposing only his calves, it now finished above the knee. The new hem rested at mid-thigh, exposing not only Noah's hairless calves but much of his smooth thighs too.
Noah also quickly realised the arms had also been cut short; the sleeves should have come to his elbows but instead exposed most of his bicep. Because it was an adapted adult gown, the sleeves were obscenely big and exposed Noah's pathetic armpits.
A white tie hung limply at Noah's left hip - perhaps 40cm from the edge of the gown; the tie on the right was at the very outer edge. To his surprise, none of the ties appeared to have been tampered with and seemed perfectly serviceable.
Resigned to the mortifyed garment, Noah lifted both his arms to secure the neckline. As he did, Noah realised the bottom of the gown rode up so high his briefs peeked into view. Good thing he was wearing briefs or his cock and balls would have been exposed.
"Oh, no need to tie that just now Noah. We'll be taking it off again in a few minutes anyway," Dr Nicholson said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "We're just going down the hall and we're already behind schedule. Come on."
Without further ado, the man opened the door and beckoned the sixteen-year-old to follow him. For a teen who happily wore shorts with a t-shirt or vest (or even shirtless) on a hot day, Noah still felt uniquely exposed by the gown. It was the realism of the set around him that immersed Noah in the nightmare of hospital exposure. Noah's bare feet slapped on the lino floor. His legs and thighs and arms and pits were either visible or easily exposed. Finally, Noah's bare back would be on show for anyone behind him.
Noah's heart sank as Doctor Nicholson led him towards the busy waiting area that he'd passed though just ten minutes earlier. There was a murmur of excitement as the men in the reception room spotted the boy - especially since it was so much of him.
Noah could make out muttered comments about his bare feet, his legs and his boyish youth and sniggers about the pitiful coverage offered by the gown. Thankfully, the doctor kept walking, heading for the corridor on the opposite side of the reception...
"Excuse me, Doctor Nicholson? This boy never checked in," the receptionist said.
Dr Nicholson turned and smiled; "Of course Dale, we were in such a hurry."
Noah was far enough behind the physician that the audience still hasn't seen Noah's smooth back; Dr Nicholson walked back towards Noah, and the reception, putting his hand on Noah's right shoulder to turn him. The gesture accidentally pulled the unsecured gown, which slipped off Noah's right shoulder to expose his upper right arm and the upper right quadrant of beautiful teen, twinky chest. Those that spotted Noah's nipple were delighted by the wardrobe malfunction.
"Oh, sorry Noah," Dr Nicholson said without sincerity.
"That's ok," Noah said breezily as he pulled the gown back up to cover his nipple again.
Noah had only been partially exposed for a few seconds but the room was in love with him.
Noah turned with the doctor to face the receptionist - a cute lad in his early twenties with bright blue eyes, a cute smile, a piercing in his eyebrow and a look of delight at the sight of Noah.
"Name?" Dale asked.
"Noah."
"Noah what?" Dale asked.
Noah recalled the no deplume he had been given in his last EMARP and replied, "Noah Flood."
Noah was acutely aware that while he faced the reception, his back was exposed to the entire reception area. Noah's slim, hairless calves and lean, smooth thighs were exposed; his legs were naked from his bare feet and satin ankles to where the briefs hugged his petite buttocks. Above the waistband of the briefs, his smooth bare back was on show too.
Noah hadn't even noticed the fact that the facade of the reception desk was reflective so the front of Noah's legs were also visible.
"And you have agreed to participate in the study concerning ongoing General Anatomy and Youthfulness assessment?" Dale asked.
"Yes," Noah responded.
The questions were asked loudly for everyone to hear, heightening Noah's humiliation.
"You are aware that the examination involves you being completely naked?" Dale asked.
Noah heard a titter of laughter at Noah's shame-inducing round of questions.
"Yes," Noah agreed.
"You understand that the doctor will need to perform an intimate examination of your anus, penis and testicles?" Dale continued.
Noah's throat went dry – he couldn't reply to this, could he? This was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him and it wasn't even real. But it felt real.
"Noah, do you understand that the doctor will need to play with your willy, your balls and your asshole?" Dal repeated impatiently, using vulgar alternatives as if Noah hadn't understood first time.
"Yes, I understand," Noah replied – blushing hard.
Everyone in the room was listening to his increasingly sexualised questionnaire.
"How old are you?" Dal asked.
"Six... sixteen," Noah stuttered – Mr Godetia repeatedly told him his character was sixteen.
"Do you understand that the assessment will involve masturbation and do you produce ejaculate?" Dale asked.
Was this and appropriate question for a clinic waiting room?
"Yes. And yes," Noah agreed.
"Yes, what?" Dale teased.
"I produce... I mean, I..." Noah stumbled.
"You jizz."
"You shoot ball juice."
"You make boy milk."
The shouts from behind were charged with sexualised delight and Dale chewed his lip to stop from laughing. Noah's heart was hammering but he was loving every moment.
"Yes, I cum," Noah managed.
"Good, boy," Dale said condescendingly. "Now, about your gown... that's not an adult size is it?"
The question wasn't part of the fake questionnaire, rather it was posited as off the cuff.
"No... it's a boy's size gown," Noa replied.
Dale chuckled, as did several others.
"Oh, everyone else in the anatomy assessment wore a man's gown, but it's fine," Dale said pejoratively. "Now, have you removed all your clothes before putting on the gown?"
Noah hoped the nightmare questions were almost over.
"Yes," Noah said with a hint of hesitation.
"Including your underwear?" Dale enquired with an arch of his eyebrow.
Noah gulped.
"Noah, did you take your pants off?" Dale asked for the entire room to hear.
"No," Noah said ashamedly.
"Please remove your underpants before proceeding. If you give them to me, I'll keep them safe while you're being examined. As I said, you'll be bare naked for the exam anyway," Dale laid it on thick.
Noah was trembling with excitement as he prepared to remove his pants in the busy waiting room - it wasn't a real medical clinic but Noah's role was so convincingly conceived that he found himself responding to the scenario – physically and mentally - as if it were real life.
Beside him, Dr Nicholson kept him company but didn't participate in Dale's part of the charade.
Noah knew his bare bum would be revealed when he dropped the briefs. Slipping his hands onto the them, Noah pushed the undies over his thighs and bent over to push them to his ankles. Noah's bare little ass pushed out and his clearly hairless hole blinked at everyone behind him. Even worse, Noah's balls sagged low enough between his creamy thighs that everyone in the room could see them between his legs. Bending over had parted the gown so his smooth back, popped with the bony protrusions of his spine, was an expanse of teenage dream.
Bending over had pushed the gown forward so at least his limp dick was fully obscured despite the reflective front of the reception desk. Noah slipped his feet out of the briefs and felt utterly bereft. Unfortunately, Noah was bent too far forward and the gown slipped off his shoulders as he reached to pick the briefs up. The gown bundled on his feet and he was totally nude.
Noah looked between his legs, upside down, at the audience who were now examining his naked body. He still hadn't faced them but they could just about see the reflection of his pathetic pubes and the squat stub of his flaccid penis.
It only lasted a second!
There was an odd hush of awe and delight and giggles at the predicament. Noah had already scooped the gown onto his shoulders and picked up the briefs, straightening up to hand his last item of clothes to Dale. The audience behind him were quiet at the sight of Noah's pert little ass.
Noah's mind screamed about his nudity - it didn't matter that his front was covered because every inch of his legs and arse and back were visible to an audience of strangers.
Noah thought he'd finally get to move on but Dale was enjoying fondling Noah's briefs, slightly warm from the teenage body they'd just been removed from.
"Sorry to keep you Noah, you also need to sign the consent form to participate," Dale insisted.
This prolonged Noah's exposure. Behind him, the audience were testing whether the reflective front of the reception would yield another peek at Noah's genitals - unfortunately not. The bottom of the gown was just long enough to cover Noah's loose balls and soft dick.
"Here you go," Dale said as he handed the form over.
Noah signed the consent form and finally thought he'd get to leave because Dr Nicholson began to lead the way again. Noah took one step before the doctor turned to face him.
"Perhaps we should tie your gown after all. We don't want it to slip off again and indecently expose you in front of all these people," the doctor asserted.
The reception was packed with men, a mass attendance of voyeurs, who were all eagerly awaiting the next mishap in Noah's scenario. Dr Nicholson placed a hand on Noah's left bicep. Naturally Noah thought the doctor was about to 'accidentally' pull the gown off again but he didn't.
"You should tie the gown," Dr Nicholson added.
Dr Nicholson very gently turned Noah to face everyone in the waiting room - three dozen or more males aged from eighteen to fifty. Noah heard an expletive from the reception as Dale finally saw his bare ass and took it as a compliment.
Trembling with excitement, Noah lifted his arms to tie the neckline - the bottom of the gown lifted and Noah's flaccid penis was revealed. His testicles were visible too, drooping in an almost hairless sac but most of the attention was on Noah's three-inch prick. Even though he wasn't hard, the audience examined every inch of the display. It was more embarrassing to be soft than hard before the assembled people. If the gown had been the standard adult length, Noah wouldn't have been exposed. It felt weird to tie the gown as if he were oblivious to his own humiliating exposure or the watchful eyes of so many homosexuals.
When Noah finally finished tying the neckline, he tied the waist as well; finally, his back and his bum were covered but the people in the waiting area had already seen everything.
"Let's go, Noah," Dr Nicholson said.
Noah crossed the waiting room and was finally out of sight of the multitude of pervy, lecherous men.
A few moments later Dr Nicholson showed Noah into the examination room, closing the door behind him. The first thing Noah noticed was that the examination table had stirrups. The doctor smiled as he spotted Noah noticing them and the boy began to wonder if what had happened so far was only the tip of the iceberg for things to come.
"Noah," said Dr Nicholson; "Take that ridiculous gown off."
Noah blushed at the admonishment and timidly obeyed the instruction. All of Noah's feelings were real but he knew he was playing a part too so there was an element of hyperbole not only to the events but also his reactions.
Noah's hands went up to untie the neck and he became aware of how much more exposed his bicep and armpits were as he did so. He hadn't considered that his scanty pits had been showing in the waiting area, he had been too focused on the exposure of his penis. The ties released and Noah unknotted the tie around his waist too.
The hospital gown fell open at the back and Noah's bare bum flashed the otherwise empty room. Since Dr Nicholson was in front of him, Noah was unconcerned about baring his arse but next he had to present himself full-frontally to the man. He'd just been in a room full of men, but this was intimate.
Noah's penis gave an excited kick and before it could arouse fully, Noah slipped the gown off his shoulders until it fell to the floor. Dr Nicholson's gaze scrutinised every inch of Noah's petite, flawless body - from his bare feet to his four-inch dick. Dr Nicholson smirked at the little dick - the scenario had already begun to excite the teenager.
"Ok, Noah. I see we took your weight just a few weeks ago?" Dr Nicholson asked.
Noah recalled the aftermath of his last EUA and the three boys who'd taken his height and weight.
"No need to repeat that again so we can move on to the sexual health questions," the doctor suggested.
"More question? Do I need to be naked to answer them?" Noah asked.
"It's an anatomy assessment, Noah. I need to be able to watch your body and make evaluations and appraisals about what I see," Dr Nicholson said reasonably.
Noah was pointed towards the examination table, which he hopped up onto. Noah was acutely aware that his bare legs dangled over the edge of the table and from his vantage point, the doctor could see between Noah's legs - his penis, testicles and perineum fit snugly between nimble thighs.
"Do you masturbate, Noah?"
"Yes."
"How often do you masturbate?"
"Usually every day."
"More than once a day?"
"Not always... but often."
"What do you think about?"
"Boys, mostly."
"Do you play with your nipples, anus or any other part of your body while you masturbate, Noah?"
"All of the above."
Dr Nicolson grinned at the reply - he really rather liked the boy.
"Are you a virgin?"
"No."
"When did you lose your virginity?"
"A week after my sixteenth birthday."
"Top or bottom, Noah?"
"I was the bottom."
"Would you like to top?"
"Right now?"
Dr Nicholson chuckled - he was very tempted but resisted.
"I think that's all I need to know for now," Dr Nicholson said; "We can always ask you more questions later or on another visit. Let's move on, shall we?"
"Sure. What's next?" Noah asked.
Throughout the questioning, Noah had kept his hands at his sides, never once covering his genitals. Dr Nicholson was impressed by the contrast between the boy's faux-innocence and subtle arrogance. Noah played the part of the nervous teen as he was stripped in the waiting area and yet there was no hesitation in remaining exposed. Noah was a unique actor for the EMARP scenarios and the so-call Dr Nicholson was deeply impressed.
"Next, I want you to masturbate so we can collect a sample of sperm to compare and contrast motility and other factors," the physician told Noah.
"You want me to..." Noah blushed convincingly; "Get hard?"
Dr Nicholson's heart leaped at the reluctant hitch in Noah's voice and hesitated for a second but then he caught the briefest twitch of a smile and realised it was all for show. Noah was a very talented actor who inhabited his role exceptionally convincingly.
"Yes, Noah. Get yourself nice and hard," Dr Nicholson replied.
Noah leaned back, giving the doctor an even more tantalising look at the sixteen-year olds testicles and perineum. Noah bit his lip as he eased back his foreskin and looked the doctor in the eyes.
"Do you need to watch me... you know... No-one's ever watched me playing with myself," Noah said.
"Yes, I need to watch you, Noah. It's ok," Dr Nicholson soothed.
Noah squeezed the half hard member and felt it fatten in his hand, it was getting longer and harder and hotter. Noah closed his eyes when he started stroking it in earnest; any moment now it would begin to ooze.
"Do you watch lots of teenage boys masturbate?" Noah asked.
Amazingly, Noah opened his eyes to see the doctor blush. He was caught off guard by the embarrassing question.
"Sometimes... only for the anatomy assessment," the doctor added.
"Do I look nice? Compared to other naked boys you've seen?" Noah asked.
Doctor Nicholson felt throbbing in his trousers – he was stiff as a rock and the cock-teasing boy was loving the fact he had turned the tables for a moment.
"You look very nice Noah," Dr Nicholson said as he leaned closer to see Noah's messy cock. "Does your penis always leak like that?"
Noah's prick was leaking copious precum like likes of which the man had never seen before; he wasn't an actual doctor but he had been acting in EMARP events for years, seen many dicks and many naked actors and no-one had ever leaked like that.
"Yes. I guess it does. It's pretty messy," Noah confessed.
"Does it ever cause embarrassing stains on your clothes or leave wet spots when you're in school or playing sports?" the doctor asked with a titter.
"It's sometimes embarrassing when I get hard in class," Noah recalled his recent cumming in school; "Once I came during a lesson and I could feel my spunk all over my thigh and it ran down my leg."
Dr Nicholson laughed heartily at that.
"Another time, I got hard in my sleep and my dad and brother walked in," Noah recalled one of two occasions during his holiday in France. "It looked like I'd cum. Like I'd had a wet dream."
"Were you embarrassed? That your dad and brother thought you were ejaculating in your sleep?" the doctor asked.
"I guess so," Noah agreed.
"Why don't you shuffle back on the examination table and we'll put your legs in the stirrups?" Dr Nicholson said. "Maybe we'll get the chance to do a prostate exam?"
"If you're lucky. I mean, if I'm lucky," Noah corrected himself.
Dr Nicholson caught that halfway arrogance again and realised he was being seduced and manipulated within the scenario too. Not many of the younger actors were so quick to catch on that their parts were the most powerful within the narrative of the role-playing.
Noah shuffled his bare arse back and Dr Nicholson moved the stirrups into position. Noah put his bare feet into them with a little help from the doctor whose contact with Noah's beautiful skin caused a shudder of pleasure.
Noah's bare legs were so soft and warm, hairless and yet almost downy; the man held Noah's ankles and could almost imagine holding them while fucking the boy who was nearly twenty years his junior. With his feet securely placed in the stirrups, Noah leaned back and exposed the tight ring of his ass. Meanwhile, thick and gloopy trickles of pre-cum slid down the shaft of Noah's cock; he gripped it again and pumped while waiting to be told he could take himself to climax.
"I should measure your penis, Noah. And collect samples of your pre-seminal fluid and ejaculate," Dr Nicholson declared.
"You better hurry, I'm already making a mess of myself," Noah pointed out.
To emphasise his point, Noah waved his hard-on which was sticky with homemade lubricant, precum sloshed off onto his thighs and the bed and the doctor's hand. Noah slid his other hand over his tummy which was slick with a mixture of sweat and blobs of precum.
"Oh, well... you'll need to keep it up for a few minutes Noah because I don't have a measuring tape in here. I'll need to go get one," announced the doctor, licking the back of his hand.
Fuck, the boy tasted so good.
Noah could hardly believe his ears that the man planned leave him and wondered what trick of the scenario was coming next. Dr Nicholson crossed the room and opened the door back into the corridor.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," said Dr Nicholson as he departed.
He left the door wide open when he left.
Noah was totally naked, spread-eagled with his feet in stirrups, achingly hard and painfully exposed. Anyone who passed by and looked in the door would see his hairless hole and hard cock. Noah had to remind himself this wasn't real life but it still felt so real. That was why his heart was beating like a drum.
This was the whole point of these scenarios – or at least Noah's scenarios. Perhaps other actors had their own niche's and fetishes. Noah loved to be exposed and humiliated within realistic environments. The idea of this happening in real life - at a local hospital or a clinic or GP surgery was absurd and obscene... and totally exciting and wicked.
Noah threw his head back and closed his eyes as he slowed his strokes and wound slippery fingers around the head of his cock. Noah was hot and sweating and hoped the doctor would return soon so he could finish himself off.
Just then, laughing brought Noah back to reality. Noah opened his eyes and saw a lad of about twenty standing at the door. The random lad was watching him masturbate and Noah could do nothing to stop him. How could this get any worse?
"Lads, come here a sec," he called down the corridor.
More lads would appear any moment - Noah knew the open door was a bad omen. He was fully exposed to anyone who passed by so of course someone did.
"What the fuck, Nico?" came the voice of another boy.
He looked in the room and saw Noah, then said; "What the fuck, Nico?!"
"Liam, come and see this," Nico called.
"No. Please don't call anyone else," Noah begged.
The two lads guffawed while they waited for whoever Liam was. They shifted aside and Liam peeked in too. Assuming they were all actors or high-paying audience members, Liam must have half-known what to expect but his expression was still one of total astonishment.
"Holy fuck," Liam said.
The unnamed boy took his phone out and Noah whimpered.
"No, please don't take pictures. Close the door," Noah whined.
"I'm not going to take pictures," the lad replied.
Noah's relief was short lived.
"Hey, Facebook Live, check this out!" the lad said.
Noah knew it wasn't really being streamed live on Facebook, but if it was... that was what made a squirt of precum shoot from Noah's cock. The three arrivals cackled at Noah's predicament and encouraged his masturbatory endeavours. After a minute, the phone was put away and they stared, enjoying the show.
"Let's take a closer look," suggested Nico.
First one to see him, first one to enter - Nico looked like the youngest in the group. Nico, Noah had guessed was eighteen or nineteen. The other two looked like they were twenty-ish too. Nico was followed by the boy whose name had not yet been given and the still-stunned Liam.
"Cyril, pinch me. I must be dreaming," Liam said.
Cyril pinched Liam's cheek affectionately and Liam swatted his arm away. They all came closer and for the want of a better idea, Noah continued to masturbate for them.
"Look at his hole," Cyril said; "There's not an inch of you we can't see."
"You were the boy in the waiting area," Nico said.
"We thought we'd seen a lot of you then," Cyril joked.
"Aren't you embarrassed?" asked Liam sympathetically.
"Of course, I am," Noah replied. "I'm lying here in the nude with my legs spread wide, jerking off and three strangers turn up... and the door is still open... please close the door."
They looked around just in time to see someone else pass by. Their eyes widened at the sight of Noah but apart from a long hitch in their step, they kept walking; a second later they walked back to take a second look.
"Not to mention the fact you're practically hairless. Do you shave your legs?" asked Cyril.
"No," Noah replied.
"You've got a pretty big dick," Liam commented quietly.
Noah looked at him gratefully - he was the only person acting sympathetically for Noah's orchestrated plight.
"It fucking leaks everywhere though," Nico announced.
"What are you three doing in here?" asked Dr Nicholson as he arrived back.
The three stumbled to explain.
"This is a private physical exam," Dr Nicholson added; "Poor Noah here is totally naked and you three boys walk in here watching him masturbate?"
Although giving the impression of telling the three interlopers off, Noah sensed he was about to be treated to a litany of mortifying remarks.
"Imagine how you'd feel if it was one of you? Bare naked, naturally smooth and almost hairless; pathetic pubic patches for a sixteen-year-old boy; fully aroused in front of strangers and disgustingly leaking pre-ejaculate; shiny with sweat; legs spread wide..." Dr Nicholson meticulously detailed.
The three lads were desperately hiding their delight throughout the artificial reprimand. All the while, Noah stroked and squeezed his erection.
"I mean, look at him. Have you noticed this poor boy's anus is completely visible?" Dr Nicholson asked. "And you three just waltz in here and watch him self-pleasure himself?"
"Sorry doctor," said Liam sincerely.
"We were just passing by and the door was open..." explained Cyril.
"And Noah suggested we come in to watch the conclusion of his examination," Nico lied.
"Is that true, Noah?" the doctor asked.
Noah looked at Nico who nodded furiously, willing Noah to play along.
"Oh... yes... I didn't see the harm. It's just an anatomy study," Noah said without conviction.
"Oh, I see," Dr Nicholson said thoughtfully.
Noah was still keeping himself hard and really was on the edge of shooting all over himself.
"And yet you let me give these three innocent young men into trouble?" Dr Nicholson asked; "If you invited them in, they don't deserve to be reproached by me, Noah. I think you owe them an apology."
Nico, Liam and Cyril thought this was an amazing twist in events and looked expectantly at Noah; they were the one's who'd come in to watch him uninvited and now Noah had to apologise to them. What a world.
"I'm sorry Dr Nicholson gave you into trouble," Noah said. "It was my fault. I should have told him it was ok for you to watch me masturbate."
"That's ok, Noah," echoed Nico and Cyril.
Liam was quiet but was besotted by the sight of Noah's beautiful nudity.
"Let's start by collecting a pre-seminal sample," Dr Nicholson said.
He proceeded to catch a specimen of Noah's abundant pre-cum.
"I also said we'd measure you, did I not?" Dr Nicholson said.
"Make yourself useful and measure him while I write down the result," Dr Nicholson said and handed the measuring tape to Nico.
Noah had last measured his cock on his birthday and was intrigued to discover if he'd had any growth in the three months since. Nico made lots of unnecessary contact, cupping and stroking as he measured Noah's cock but was careful not to set it off just yet.
"Sixteen point two five centimetres. Six and two-fifths inches," Nico supplied the measurement.
Noah was very pleased with the declaration – an extra half centimetre to his rod in just a few months.
"Above average Noah, very nice," Dr Nicholson complimented.
"Now perhaps we should let you finish yourself off?" Dr Nicholson suggested.
"What about my prostate?" Noah pleaded.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," Dr Nicholson said but Noah doubted him. "Would you like one of these boys to play with it for you while you stroke?"
"Liam," Noah admitted.
Nico and Cyril made ridiculous "ohhhh" noises as their friend received the special request. Liam was flatted to be asked and wondered why him but he was delighted to play his part. Liam stepped forward and sat on a stool between Noah's bare legs. His face was at eye level with the tight and hairless hole, which he reached towards with ungloved fingers. Noah needn't mention he was clean down there, he always was before an EMARP.
Liam surprised Noah by reaching up and wrapping a fist around Noah's cock. Noah yielded control and Liam stroked the sixteen-year-old a few times. Liam pulled Noah's foreskin all the way up and watched it fill with sweet boy juice; he dipped his finger into the pool of precum, swirling his finger around the head of Noah's cock which was still wrapped up in the foreskin.
With his finger lubed in Noah's own precum, Liam reached between Noah's legs and pressed his finger against the teenage hole. Liam's other hand caressed Noah's gorgeous thigh while his finger was slowly pressed inside Noah's anus. Liam pointed towards Noah's belly button and reached for the prostate. He found it was practiced skill and tapped it repeatedly like a lift button.
"Ohhhh" Noah moaned as his orgasm built with the help of prostate massage.
Liam gently pressed and stroked the chestnut inside Noah until Noah didn't think he could hold on any longer. Like pressing for a pedestrian crossing, Liam pressed and pressed and pressed - as if repetition would bring faster results.
Liam, Cyril, Nico and Dr Nicholson watched the exquisite ecstasy on Noah's face as he sprayed cum over his chest. His cock shot with incredible force to a shot landed just below Noah's eye and it dripped like a tear down his face. The rest very much coated Noah's flat chest and abdomen.
"Oh, my fucking god," Noah breathed.
The white, sticky glue was supremely messy and mixed with Noah's sweat. Noah raised an arm to wipe his brow and felt Nico's hand stroke his armpit; Cyril must have felt left out because he pinched a nipple. Noah put his head back and with effort detached his legs from the stirrups without even looking and then lay there exhausted.
"Ok, lads, thank you for your help. You should go back to reception and wait for your appointments," said Dr Nicholson.
Noah watched Nico, Cyril and Liam head for the door which was still open. What if someone has been watching from the threshold? What if someone had seen him fingered and dirtying himself with jizz? There was a final sympathetic and compassionate glance from Liam - definitely attraction there but mainly compassion.
"Well, Noah. I think that went very well, don't you?" asked the doctor.
Noah was offered a box of tissues with which to mop up the cum from his body but when he reached inside, he discovered the box was empty.
"Oh dear, sorry about that," said the Doctor.
Noah wiped as much cum from his body as he could using just his hands, which only really spread the disgusting muck, and then washed his hands in the sink in the corner of the room. Noah could have washed his body too but there was no towel to dry himself and he knew the lack of utilities were designed to be humiliating. The cum on his body was still obvious – tacky and smeared all over his chest and abdomen and tangled in his short pubes. He was sweaty too, making him look dishevelled but still strikingly beautiful.
Noah used the hospital gown to wipe the final excesses of water and spunk from his hands - the gown had miraculously remained in the room. Noah had half expected the gown to go missing during the series of events that had occurred so far.
"Can I get dressed?" Noah asked for permission.
"Certainly, Noah. I think we're all done," Dr Nicholson said.
Noah pulled on the gown and while he tied the waistline, the doctor tied the neck for him. Noah could feel it was loose and inferred that Dr Nicholson had secured the ties at their farthest points to make the neckline wider; thus, the gown slipped sideways and exposed Noah's shoulder and the top portion of his chest. The good doctor opened the door for Noah and gestured for him to return to the reception.
Noah's bare feet were so hot from his performance that they were almost slippery with sweat on the cool lino floor. He marched towards the still-full waiting room and his bare legs felt long and exposed. Knowing he was naked beneath the gown and that the hem barely covered his penis and testicles provided an exciting challenge as he walked back into view of everyone.
As he arrived without a chaperone, there was rather a lot of smirking as the waiting room audience watched Noah carefully crossing the room and trying not to expose himself again. The smiles of delight intrigued Noah and he thought again about just how the mass attendees were able to see everything that had happened in the intimacy of the examination room. When Noah thought about it – but he didn't follow that thought, because he heard his name called.
"Excuse me, Noah?" said Dale.
Noah turned to face the receptionist whose eyes were everywhere as he checked the boy out again.
"Would you like your underwear back?" Dale asked.
"Yes please," Noah acknowledged gratefully.
Dale retrieved the little briefs and leaned over the desk to hand them over but as Noah stepped forward to take them, the receptionist moved back.
"How careless of me," Dale said; "I almost forgot you're participating in the General Anatomy and Youthfulness assessment which is an ongoing project. I think that's the only boys gown we have. I should keep it safe for next time, don't you think?"
Noah's heart sank because he knew what was coming next.
"Give me the gown and I'll give you your undies back," Dale said.
Yea, that's what Noah thought was coming next.
There was no need to prolong things so Noah unfastened all the ties and pulled the gown off. He was facing the reception, so felt better that the packed room was only seeing his bum. It was only as Noah moved to hand the gown over that he noticed the front of the desk was reflective and his genitals were visible to the room regardless of whether he turned around or not.
The males in the waiting area were entranced by the sight of Noah's petite bare ass. Noah stepped forward while Dale took a good long look at Noah's almost-flaccid cock. Given the fact he'd shot a load just ten minutes ago, it was still quite plump and juicy - a four-inch lump of chubby dick.
Noah relinquished the hospital gown and Dale gave Noah his tight little briefs.
"Hang on a second," Dale protested once Noah had his underwear back.
Noah stood dumbly - naked with the briefs in his hand rather than putting them – and waited while Dale rounded the desk and advanced on Noah. The twenty-something year old turned Noah so his profile was presented to the audience instead of his arse. Dale looked Noah up and down with scrutiny and then leaned over to sniff him.
"Oh my g-" Dale said with revulsion.
Dale spun Noah again so he was exposed full-frontally to more than three dozen spectators.
"You are covered in your own spunk. Did you ejaculate all over yourself during your exam?" Dale asked.
"Yes. Sorry," Noah replied.
"That is disgusting, Noah. And you absolutely stink," Dale continued; "You could have cleaned yourself up before coming back out here, you revolting boy."
Noah blushed furiously. Even though it was all part of the act and the commentary was designed to heighten the excitement of the scenario, Noah felt genuine shame as he was ridiculed and chastised.
"Hurry up and put your knickers on," Dale said and left Noah standing alone as he slipped his feet back into his underwear.
"You can go back to Dr Nicholson's room and put your clothes on. Perhaps make sure you shower before your next examination," Dale said with condescension.
Noah returned, unescorted, to the original room and slumped into his chair.
Although Dale's comments were all part of the role play, he really did stink. However, there were no shower facilities in the room so he redressed knowing he was still tacky with his own jizz and stinky too.
"You. Were. Amazing."
Noah turned to see the three boys who had caught him mid-exam (Nico, Cyril and Liam) and also Dale standing in the doorway. Like a comedy sketch they all tried to squeeze into the room at the same time and got jammed. Untangling, the lads came in and all shook Noah's hand or clapped his shoulder affectionately.
"We've all been there, Noah," said Liam who blushed.
The others chuckled.
"Not all of us, Liam. Not like that," protested Dale.
"Are you all actors too?" Noah asked.
"Yes, some of us are more involved in the risqué side of the EMARP's than others," Dale admitted.
"The crowds love Liam because he always gets a beamer when he's embarrassed and then he gets excited," chuckled Nico.
Noah himself got "a beamer" - he blushed - from time to time. Surely all of them did?
"I've not really had the chance to talk to other performers. The doctors I suppose," Noah said.
"Oh, they're great guys. Drummond and Nicholson love playing doctor," Dale giggled. "Nico and Cyril love the sporting and medical scenarios. Liam is most popular in the school scenarios," Dale said.
Noah looked at Liam and imagined he would be sexy as hell in a school uniform.
"And Dale is getting on in years so..." Nico teased.
"I'm only twenty-six you little shit," Dale interrupted.
"But he's found a niche in more authoritarian roles. A nice strict substitute teacher or a ruthless barber..." Nico continued.
"Or a bolshie receptionist?" Noah proposed.
"Exactly," Dale agreed.
"We were all really impressed how well you handled things," Liam said. Then, hesitantly, he added; "You're one of the youngest actors Mr Godetia has ever recruited."
"Liam was sixteen when he started too," pointed out Cyril; "We were all eighteen... or older."
The final comment was another dig at Dale who gave him a faux smile and a real slap on the cheek.
"You were sixteen too?" Noah asked excitedly.
"Yea. That was four years ago," Liam replied. "Does it bother you?"
"Does what bother me?" Noah wondered.
"The scenarios? The audience?" Liam enquired.
"I love the scenarios. I can't wait to see what other crazy ideas come up next. As for being exposed and exhibited... that's the best part," Noah enthused.
"Cool," Liam replied with relief.
"The filming doesn't bother you?" asked Dale matter-of-factly.
"Filming... Oh, Mason - Mr Godetia - said it was only live. That he couldn't film me because I wasn't eighteen," Noah replied.
There was around of indulgent smiles.
"He's so cute," Nico said patronisingly – naïve, he meant.
Noah had been reflecting, purely pragmatically, on the logistics of the scenarios – there was no way all the attendees could see everything happening in enclosed spaces like the examination room. Noah had begun to speculate that it was live streamed to the congregational areas.
Now Noah felt stupid because it should have been obvious he was being filmed. Mason (Mr Godetia) had never actually said he wasn't.
"You can consent to sex because you're sixteen but under UK law photography of under-eighteens is..." Liam left the sentence incomplete.
"Live or filmed, this is basically pornography," Nico provided.
"My character is sixteen," Noah muttered; "That's what Mason always says when I asked."
"Your actor profile says your eighteen," Dale said.
Noah wore a worried expression.
"You really didn't know, did you?" Liam asked.
"No," Noah replied worriedly.
Noah had loved the attention so did this really change anything? The four boys shared looks, concerned that they were scaring Noah away - would Mr Godetia be angry at them?
"I need to go," Noah decided.
"Noah, wait. Stay and talk to Mason," Dale suggested.
"I should go. Thanks for a great day," Noah said earnestly as he departed.
LATER
Noah had got home and had a bath. Relaxing in the water was something he didn't do very often but he liked a bath when he wanted to take his time and think about things. He had a lot to think about.
Fundamentally, things hadn't changed. So, the Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing scenarios were filmed... was he really that surprised?.
The events were attended en mass; some watched, some got to interact and other just watched. Noah imagined the edited version of the lengthy sexual scenarios would looked just like the kind of smut he watched.
Did it bother Noah?
Not really - Noah had filmed himself once. The legal risk was Mr Godetia's problem, not his. Noah faintly worried that boys at school would find it online but what were the odds of that happening. What bothered Noah was his naivete believing Mason when he said:
"It's a live event, Noah. That's why attendees have to actually attend to experience it. It also makes each event unique. You, or any of our actors, can quit or change their mind any time."
When Noah thought about it, Mason explained himself very carefully – distracting Noah from the issue of photography and recording.
After his bath, Noah had a shower.
After that he went to his bedroom wearing the towel around his waist. Closing his bedroom door, Noah checked himself out in the mirror. He saw a slim, smooth, attractive blonde boy and knew exactly why people would pay to see him naked. Noah was guilty of exploiting that attractiveness for himself - he had flaunted himself.
"And enjoyed it," Noah said to himself.
Noah had to admit he loved every second of the EMARP events. He wanted more and he wanted to see more of the lads he'd met today. So why did it feel like things had changed?
Because Mason had lied.
Would Noah have so readily participated if he'd known he was being filmed?
Filmed in an art gallery of people and masturbating.
Filmed being stripped and jerked off and parading naked around a clinic.
Filmed almost naked, wearing a ridiculous hospital gown, getting caught masturbating and then exposed to a reception full of people.
Noah wasn't sure he would have agreed but now he'd had a taste, he was sure he wanted to more.
Noah's unease settled as the night wore on and he went on Sextr. Noah looked at the profiles of cute guys on the Date-Me section (but didn't swipe right on any because he had enough boys in his life already).
Noah spent most of his time checking out blogs he followed and reblogging the pics he found most arousing. Noah was biding his time for Scott and Kyo to appear. Scott's screen name was a pun of his name and his year of birth (Highlander2004) while Kyo's screen name was a pneumonic of his name (KeepYourOrgasm).
Sextr Message-Me's usually descended into Noah sharing nude pics after 20 minutes but tonight he practiced restraint - in light of the day's events. The group chat between them remained happy and relaxing though and Noah suggested they, for once, shared pictures of themselves.
Duke-It-Out: {It's only fair. You've both seen me naked in real life and pics online.}
Duke-It-Out: {Come on, sharing dick pics is pretty much a gays pastime nowadays.}
Noah's message sat without reply for a while and then, to his surprise, both sent pictures of hard cocks, bare chests and spread legs. He couldn't see their faces but that was ok.
KeepYourOrgasm: {What do you think?}
Highlander2004: {Don't play favourites now, Noah. Lol.}
Duke-It-Out: {Think they're both great. Want to see them in real life ;) soon.}
Highlander2004: {We should hang out soon.}
KeepYourOrgasm: {I agree. We don't really know each other.}
Scott was Noah's sixteen-year-old window cleaner and Kyo was a boy Noah went to Primary School with. Kyo had re-entered Noah's life quite by chance while Scott was humiliating him in the changing room of a shop at Christmas time.
Noah's life wasn't like most people's.
Duke-It-Out: {How about a movie sometime?}
KeepYourOrgasm: {Sound good.}
Highlander2004: {How about next weekend?}
KeepYourOrgasm: {The weekend after that is Valentine's Day - that could be interesting.}
Noah wasn't sure what was meant by interesting and if he hadn't been distracted by what had happened at the EMARP, he might have noticed the subtle hints of trouble on the horizon. You see, Kyo and Scott were contemplating the adventure that could be had in the dark of a cinema and began to formulate a plan.
It was going to be a lot of fun.
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