DISCLAIMER:
While key aspects of this story are based on true events, the most graphic portions of it are complete fiction. It describes vivid sadomasochistic sexual activities between boys and adult male individuals. All true events had explicit consent of all parties involved and took place in a locality where the age of consent was 16. Please stop reading if you are underaged or if such materials offend you or if it's illegal to read such materials in the locality you live in.
Chapter 3
The weekend came and thankfully went. Thursday had been the last night since I had masturbated. The urges were crazy and the pain in my balls was ever growing, because no matter what I did, my thoughts went back to the impending research. I was determined to save up as much as I could. It's a miracle that I survived the weekend.
During maths class, I was heads down trying to solve one of the problems that was given to us, when I felt a hand on my shoulders. I looked up and saw that the maths teacher had a note for me. I thanked him and opened the note. It said that I was to go to Dr. Wilson's office after school. There were butterflies in my stomach. The day I was waiting for had come!
The rest of the day was a blur. As soon as the bell for the last period rang, I tried to exit the classroom quickly but before I got there a bunch of my classmates had already crowded around the door. I had to wait till they slowly moved forward. Four flights of stairs, one long corridor and one crosswalk later I was at Dr. Wilson's building. I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the doctor's door. But instead of being summoned inside, the door opened and Dr. Wilson asked me to come in. The green curtain had been pulled to one side and no one was in the room. I had expected at least Jason to be there. But NO ONE was there!
The doctor motioned me to a small paper mat on the side of the bed. "Stand on it and take off your clothes... go ahead and set them on the floor" he said, while pulling the curtain and cordoning off the area around the place.
Maybe Jason would come in soon. Soon all my clothes, shoes and socks were in a pile and I stood on the paper mat like he'd instructed. The doctor was at his desk putting on gloves. He wheeled his chair and a rolling tray with things on it over to me. There was a small microscope on the tray. At least from what I'd heard, I was given the same treatment as everyone else in the school, the only difference was that I was buck naked. He looked over my hands, moved down to the torso and finally my legs. He then produced what looked like a palm sized comb. It was made of steel and had very fine long teeth.
"Quite a forest you have there! Have you considered trimming it?" referring to my long unruly pubic hair , he asked as he brought the comb closer to it. The teeth of the comb then dug into the base of my penis. I grimaced with the thought of those sharp teeth causing nicks, but surprisingly none of that happened. With a steady swipe, and constant pressure on my skin, he moved the comb upwards into the thick of my public hair.
Some of my hair got snagged in the teeth and an 'Ow' popped out of my mouth, audible, but more at the level of a whisper or sigh.
I could hear the sound of hair getting pulled out from their roots. I tried to pull back, but the Dr's left hand kept my butt in place. The doctor then carefully looked at the comb which had a few white specs on it. He then proceeded to put it under the microscope.
After peering through the microscope for a minute, he turned again to face me and then asked me to turn around and bend as far down as I could. He also asked me to part my legs along the way. I felt his fingers go over my thighs. Eventually I felt two palms on each butt cheek and thumbs not really parting my hole, but it felt like he was inspecting my crack. After a few seconds he let go.
"Exactly what I expected" his tone was matter of factly.
My thoughts went immediately to the flakes on the comb. Was I infected?
His next words set me at ease: "You're cleared for class... but you probably need to maintain hygiene. Messy pubic hair is a paradise for lice... Go on, put your clothes on and close the door behind you".
Crap. This was such a let down. I was hoping for much more to happen.
I dejectedly put on all my clothes. Just as I turned around to head out, "Oh! You need to be here every Wednesday at 4pm. This week we'll do your intake for the research." He continued "Keep aside an hour every time you're here. If we need more than an hour, we'll let you know the previous week. But this Wednesday would be around 2 hours at the most."
"Yes, Doctor", I said, perkier than ever. The wait till Wednesday evening became progressively unbearable.
Wednesday 4PM! Finally!
I was about ten minutes early and found the door to the Dr's office ajar. There were two boys from the grade above. One of them was leaning on the door while talking to the other. The moment they saw me, they dropped their conversation.
The guy at the door asked "Hey, are you Samuel?"
I said yes.
"Great. We are still getting ready for you, but it won't hurt to start early."
I didn't know their names then. Both were clean-shaven and around the same height, just a couple of inches taller than I was. Both were still in school uniforms.
The guy who greeted me turned out to be Brian. He had curly reddish brown hair that went well with his dark brown eyes. He didn't have much hair on his forearms. What little he had was very light brown to yellow and seemed soft. His armpits though were a different story. I saw them because he'd stretched both arms up high above his head as I walked in. They were quite bushy.
The other guy talking to him turned out to be Nathan who had a nice black wavy mane that was shining as if it was styled with some hair product. He had more hair on his fore arms.
Both had smiles on their faces when they saw me. Brian's was more mischievous. Nathan's on the other hand bordered on sly.
Nathan put his arms around my shoulder and ushered me inside. I heard the door close and its locks turned, presumably by Brian. I noticed the faint shadow of a third guy behind the green curtain. Nice, Jason was there too!
Nathan motioned me towards the chair by the wall and asked me to remove my shoes and socks and leave them under the chair. I slipped out of them and pushed them under the chair. As I stepped past the curtain .... My face fell. That was not Jason! That was not even close to Jason!
I recognized the skinny dude from my class. He seemed incapable of growing hair anywhere on his body, except his head. Even there it was uncharacteristically straight black and tightly gripping his head like a wig. You would mistake him for a twelve year old who had just been combed by his mother. He was at least a good three inches shorter than I was.
Henry and I had an unsavoury relationship. While playing field hockey a year ago, in the middle of an aggressive tackle, he tripped over my hockey and fell. It's likely he had hurt his shin too, cause he yelled as he hit the ground. As he sat up and nursed his leg, I turned around hoping to continue chasing the guy who stole the ball from us. The next thing I felt was a choke hold from being and being pulled down. Before I knew what was happening, Henry was on top of me and had his knee squarely on my crotch. I yelped as I felt his knee's pressure on my balls and tried to get away. But he pushed it in even harder and I let go of his hands signalling my complete surrender.
"You do that again, I'll crush them so hard, your dick and balls will rot away leaving you with a big pussy. You're probably impotent anyway, so you won't miss them!" almost spitting those words just out of the earshot of other players. As he got up, he gave a hard push once more before getting off me.
A sharp yelp left my mouth and I groaned as I instinctively brought my knees together and rolled side to side until the pain in my balls subsided. The other players didn't seem to care. This happened often and as long as no blood spilled over, everything was game.
It didn't end there. Every so often he would sneak behind me, hold me by my shoulder while whispering something along the lines of "Your shrivelled up wiener fall off yet?" and sometimes "tell me when you grow a pussy. I want to hear you scream and see dread in your eyes when I plough deep into it.". Worse, sometimes as he'd run away, he'd intentionally say in the earshot of others "It'll have to be pretty wide you know...".
What a sod he was! And now to think that he'd actually be able to carry out whatever came to mind caused me to well up in anger. In the same breath, though, a big part of me wanted to, no! craved for that humiliation. I just hoped my balls would survive his onslaught.
My face might have given me away! He had a smirk already!
"Stand up against the wall" Henry pointed to a spot that had a height scale.
He pushed my chin up a bit. I was still bristling with that touch when I felt the top of the scale rest on my head. "168 centimetres," he shouted. I noticed Brian had a pad that he was noting it down on.
"OK now let's see what you weigh" Henry's eyes motioned me with his eyes down. I looked to my left and saw a weighing scale just next to where I was standing.
The needle side of the scale was facing away from the wall. I was about to put my left foot sideways to step onto it, when he caught my hand and pulled me off. "Err ... for this we need all your clothes off".
My face must have turned beetroot red. He had a mocking grin.
"Don't be a sissy..." he said patronisingly, "You're not the only one hiding a basket there".
I reluctantly got rid of my uniform and undershirt.
"We need these off too", he was actually touching the edges of my underwear on my left thigh. It wasn't like I wasn't going to undress fully. But even before I could get to it, Henry did this with the sole purpose of humiliating me and showing me that he was in full control.
And humiliation is exactly what I felt. But I also felt a slight rush of blood into the peace of flesh between my legs.
Just as I got my thumbs tucked into the sides of my underwear, I felt his fingers tug the right side of my underwear, exposing a good part of my pubic hair and the base of my penis. That was the first. I'd never even revealed my pubic hair to anyone. Now I'd have to give up fretting about it and have it all out. After I'd done my bit on the other side, I felt my underwear snag on my knees. I pushed my right knee forward and had the underwear slide to my ankles. I finally kicked them off the scale. I was looking down somewhat ashamed and I happened to glance at my dick which was thankfully still very soft despite the initial rush. But on the other hand, Henry was probably gloating at how small it was.
I'd never ever been naked in front of another guy, but now there were three pairs of adolescent eyes bearing down on my groyne. My nemesis was scrutinising every millimetre of my nakedness, but more so my groyne. I felt like a car being purchased with every nick, every flaw being critiqued by its potential buyers. Henry would now be absorbing minute details like exactly how my penis curved to the left... the fact that I wasn't circumcised... how the folds of my foreskin bunched up at the tip... how strands of pubic hair stood out, some from the shaft of my penis and some from my ball sack... the unruliness of the rest of my pubic hair sprouting from the base of my dick.... Part of me intensely hated the guy. Part of me was hoping that there'd be a lot more of this to come.
When I looked up, my eyes first met his face which now had a half smile on it, and found his eyes locked onto my groyne. He must have noticed that the needle had settled. He bowed down to view the readings on the scale, but in such a way that he had a real close up view of my dick in the process. I could feel his breath down there. I don't think my face could get any redder.
"54 kilos" he said, loud enough for Brian to make a note of it.
Henry then produced a thin measuring tape. He put it over my head and slid it over my waist. He was kneeling down literally a foot from my groyne. He looped it and tightened it. "OK 74cm waist line"
I then felt his hand on my shoulder that steered me to the medical examination bed, "Go ahead and lie down on your back" Henry said. The bed had a teal vinyl cover.
Earlier, when Henry had begun bending down to read the scale, Nathan had seen me watch what his eyes were glued to. He distinctly felt uncomfortable and moved to fetch something. That something was a wet wipe. By the time my weight was taken care of, Nathan had wiped down the whole bed. It was now glistening with alcohol.
I turned around and lifted my butt onto the bed and suddenly felt the wetness and cold of the alcohol.
Henry asked me to scoot up a little until my head was comfortably on the pillow portion of the bed. I then heard the click of a button and then whirring. I felt my back was being raised half way between sitting and lying down. I could see my own exposed groyne without having to lift my head up. By then, I was able to feel more heaviness in my dick which was flopped down resting on my left thigh.
Henry then parted my legs and placed each of my heels into what looked like fixed metal slippers on either side of the bed. I felt my feet secured by leather straps. Then I heard more clicks and more whirring. The part of the examination bed closer to my butt started folding downwards. However, my legs remained resting on what was left of the sides of the bed.
More whirring continued. I began to feel pressure on my feet and found them moving towards me, causing my knees to bend. Someone facing the left side of the bed would have seen my body shaped like a letter 'N' that was titled to the right.
Then even more whirring. This time the pressure on my feet seemed to pull them apart and as they did, I suddenly felt the coolness of the air hit my hole. I could actually see Henry's eyes fixed right there. The parting of my legs continued for a bit more. There were a few more manoeuvres until it looked like Henry had found satisfaction in making sure my entire hole with its puckered ring sporting soft hair was on full display. Both Nathan and Brian were right there too. Brian had a pen and clipboard with a sheaf of papers. Nathan had a tray with small bottles, what looked like a q-tips in individual plastic packs and a plastic or glass elongated tube like device that seemed to have a handle at the end.
As soon as Henry saw the tray in Nathan's hands, he asked "Aren't we supposed to do the questionnaire first?"
"Oh! You had him in stirrups! I thought we were collecting samples right now." Nathan retorted and placed the tray on a small table by the side.
"We'll do that towards the end just before the Doctor examines him" Henry explained.
Hmmm... where was Dr. Wilson? I hadn't seen or heard him. Anyway the consent form said that they were trained enough to do a few things on their own. So I didn't ask.
Brian stepped forward with the clipboard into the space where the rear end of the bed would have been. He briefly ruffled through papers on the clipboard and finally came back to the first page. "Let's see.... oh, your seventeenth birthday is 12 days away."
"That makes me almost a year younger than you!" Words almost burst out of Henry's mouth. From his face I could tell that my birthday wasn't the source of his happiness. It looked as if Henry was gloating over the fact that he had ordered a boy a whole year older than he was to voluntarily shed all his clothes, sheepishly lie down, part his legs and hand over his balls, shrivelled up dick and hole for Henry's complete control.
Brian continued.. "We got your weight, height down...." then looked up and said "Let's start with the research questionnaire"
He paused then, "OK... Do you have productive ejaculation"
"Huh?"
He continued thinking he needed to explain what 'productive' meant: "When you cum, does it look thick and milky?"
I knew what it meant. I just didn't think they'd spring "cum" as the very first question. "Uhh.....I think yes" very feebly. I got the feeling that I was beginning to blush.
"When was the first time you began having productive ejaculations?" Brian asked next
"Uhhh... maybe when I was 14?"
"OK 14 it is then" Brian wrote that down and continued "How often do you voluntarily ejaculate?" ... He probably saw my face getting redder with embarrassment. He didn't wait for me to answer ... "meaning how often do you masturbate?".
"Uhhhh I dunno" I wasn't sure I wanted Henry to know.
"Look, we're not here to judge you or anything. Everyone does it. I do it frequently, so does Henry and Nathan, here". He was seeing what was happening to me and he was making an effort to make me comfortable.
"I dunno. Maybe twice a week?"
"OK thanks! I'll put it down as 2ce a week then" Brian moved on to the next one "
"Have you ever had unproductive orgasms?"
Oh boy! I had visions of what I did leading to dry orgasms! I think there was no point holding back. Brian was probably right. Everyone goes through these sorts of phases I guess. "Yes"
"At what age did you begin having them?"
"Ummm... 12 I think"
"Hmm OK I remember there being one more question on this, but maybe it comes later" Brian jotted down that number and continued "How often did you have them?"
"Not sure, maybe 3 to 4 times a year?"
"OK I'll put it down as 4". Brian flipped the page ... "Have you been inappropriately touched?"
"No" that I was pretty quick to answer
"Have you had any sexual contact that did or did not involve intercourse with another male or female?"
"Uhhhh... no" I answered.
Henry interjected "Rubbish! You'd be quite a rarity and the first virgin in this research batch."
Brian had a hint of mild irritation. I couldn't tell if it was because of Henry's interruption or because he thought I'd lied. "Try to be as honest as possible. We are all sworn to secrecy. So if you did do someone, that stays within these walls.". He pursed his lips, stuck out his index finger and circled it dramatically
"I swear! I didn't have sex. Really!"
I stole a glance at the other two, but they seemed OK.
"OK, 'NO' here... and then... I have to move to section 3b, which is.... Did you use any aids when you were masturbating?"
I didn't allow him to finish... "What's that mean?"
"Oh I was just about to read the examples they've given below... 'It's often normal to use objects of daily use to aid masturbation. For example, some boys insert objects anally to enhance their arousal and bring about ejaculation as they stroke their penises. Sometimes, boys lubricate their penises with oil or a water based lubricant as they masturbate. Select one or more of the options below'" Brian kept going "Do you use lubricants on your penis?"
"No". That wasn't accurate. I'd once stroked it with hair oil, but I hadn't liked it much.
"Do you insert any of the following objects anally? Fingers?"
"No" My dick which was still resting on my left thigh had very slowly started rotating more towards the left. I tried not to look at anyone. Nobody seemed to notice the ever so slight twitch. I looked straight into Brian's eyes instead and hoped it continued to stay where it was.
"Vegetables, like cucumbers, carrots, bananas.... You get the point.." Said Brain looking straight at me.
At that point, I saw in horror that my dick started the leftward sweep and now rested pointing at 3 O'Clock. Henry had moved closer to Nathan now and their eye movement told me exactly what they were looking at. Surprisingly neither of them giggled or even smiled.
But seeing the glint in Henry's eyes just made it worse. My dick didn't just stop there. It began lifting off my thigh. I was internally horrified but outwardly I probably looked like I was uncomfortable and couldn't do anything. Within a few seconds it was engorged enough to have lifted at least a couple of inches off my thigh, now showing an even more distinct curve. I began fidgeting and trying to scoot a bit up.
Brian saw my predicament. "It happens to all of us. And when I mean all, it's really every single one of us. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
But that just made it worse. My knob had swollen to a point that my foreskin was tight around it. My dick was now fully strained and erect.
Answering his question hoping I could distract myself, "No" I said sheepishly. My face was probably beet root red all over again. Brian dutifully wrote it down. Everyone else seemed silent but the elephant in the room was my 5 1/2 inch erection.
"Hard items like pens, pencils, candles?"
I somehow knew what was coming. The silence in the room was deafening.
Brian felt the need to make me more comfortable "Anal insertions ... uhhh ... they rub against your prostate and hit a place that gives intense pleasure. That's why so many people do it." Brian wasn't completely able to hide his feelings. His face had begun to get red too, despite all the platonic science he was spewing out. "You'll be surprised how high that ratio is"
"Yes" I was mortified about what I'd just blurted. I almost knew that Henry would burst into laughter, but both he and Nathan seemed pretty calm.
"Thanks for being honest" Brian's eyes told me he was being genuine. I began to get a feeling that despite Henry's history and all, they were all taking the research seriously. I began feeling that I should try as well.
I did however steal a glance at Brian's crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge. His hand went quickly to adjust it down there. He thought I wasn't watching. But notice, I did.
"During your sexual activities, even if they were imagined: A) was your relationship with your partner equal, or B) did you restrain your partner to have sex C) did your partner restrain you?"
"Uhhh... C I guess?"
"During your sexual activities, even if they were imagined, did it involve: A) no pain, B) mild pain, C) moderate pain or D) unbearable pain"
I was scared. While pondering what to do, my eyes again stole a glance at Brian's pants. I no longer had to guess. His erection was pretty visible through his pants. Nathan had one too and he hadn't bothered hiding it.
"Uhhh D" I could see Brian's eyes light up.
"Did your sexual activities involve A) a single partner B) a group?"
"Uhh B"
"Finally this is the last one: Do you identify as Asexual, Heterosexual or Homosexual"
I froze. There was too much riding on that question with 3 boys in the room. My world could come crashing down. I mentally saw the whole school laughing at me. I quickly darted glances at each of them. But then something struck me. Nathan's bulge revealed that he was definitely fully turned on by my answers. Henry was now behind Nathan and I had no way of telling. But even if these two were straight it was probably worth it. Henry was sworn to secrecy. At the most he would humiliate me even more, but in private.
"The last one" I couldn't get myself to say that word. Brian's hand was now down there and he wasn't just adjusting himself. God knows he might have been wanting to convey something to me.
"You mean homosexual?" Nathan wanted a proper confirmation. Damn!
"Yes". I suddenly found so much relief in just that one answer. Culminating with that one word, I'd revealed every detail of my adolescent life to these three dudes, what no one else in this entire universe knew. Secretly, I hoped that I had also signalled to them what I wanted done to me, and wished they'd not hold back.
"OK Great!", exclaimed Nathan, still red in the face, flipping all the answered pages back into place. "You won't have to go through this again". Then he moved out of the space between my legs, still holding onto the clipboard.
Henry, in the meantime had disappeared and reappeared with a blood pressure monitor. I heard the click of a button and whirring and found myself getting into a sitting position. My legs were also coming together and flattening out. Henry rolled the flap of the monitor over my arm and I could hear the flag inflate squeezing my arm. Then it stopped and gradually deflated. He read out two numbers and said 'Normal'. Brian promptly noted all that down. I again heard buttons click and whirring and I felt myself going back into the position I'd been earlier. However, I felt much more strain on my groyne and hole than before.
It was now Henry who entered the space between my legs. The bed had been titled in such a way that I could still see my groyne, but my arse was much higher than before, probably for better access. I saw that he had white gloves on.
I glanced fleetingly at the clock. Just over an hour had passed and now it looked like Henry was taking the lead. I was wondering what was in store for me. I didn't have to wait for night to roll in to dream about it. The dream was unfolding right there on that table.
To be continued...