Getting My Revenge with Interest 01

Getting My Revenge with Interest 01 Copyright 2003, Christopher W Prahl Black-gryphon@matnet.com

Author's Note: I was writing this story for my self. When I took a pause this evening ans saw how long it was, I decided I would share what I have written so far. The story may not appeal to everyone...so far it is only teen on teen, though no outright sex yet. There is a touch of male-female, but it was necessary for the story line...you'll see when you get to it. There is some government conspiracy and military experimentation going on, but that is a lesser part of the story. The science is a larger part, only because it is what makes the revenge thing work so well...you might also get the hints that I am alluding to concerning the technology. I still haven't determined where I am going to go with that yet.

Please enjoy the story, but remember, I am writing this for my pleasure, so it may not suit you.

Let me know if you have any ideas or possible improvements...

Thanks...

Disclaimer...all characters, places and things are wholly imagined. No person was abused or otherwise involved in this story, other that what happens in my imagination. If you are not of age in your local to be reading stories about sex between teenage males, then I would recommend you stop now and go someplace else. Remember...none of this has happened...at least in the reality that we are aware of.

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Getting Revenge with Interest 01

Puffy eyed with tear, he slams the door, "I hate that fucker...fucking wish I could kill him," Jake mumbles.

Having heard the commotion, Doctor Yates gets up from behind his desk and goes towards the den door and hears his son's wracked voice cursing somebody out and wishing them dead...

"Jake," he asks, opening the door and seeing his son's red puffy eyes, "What...what happened," he asks, walking up to Jake.

Though not real convincing sounding, "Nothing...I...I don't want to talk about it," Jake replies.

"No...something has severely upset you...now lets go into the den, grab something to drink and you can tell me who it is you want to kill and why.

When he saw Jake hesitate and start to pull back, he stepped up closer and put his hand on Jake's shoulder, "Come on son...I know you have never really talked to me like you did your mother, but I can't bring her back...I wish I could...for both of us. Now I would really like the chance to help you...please?"

Head looking down at his feet, Jake slowly nods his head and follows his dad into the den, taking a seat on the small sofa.

"Here," Jake's father Greg says, handing him a full tumbler glass, "You look like you need this."

Not looking at the glass, just feeling the coolness of the outside, he chugs the contents down and comes up coughing...

"What...whoa...fuck...strong..." Jake sputters as he feels the burning warmth of the strong alcohol traveling down his throat and settling in his stomach.

"Well...by your reaction to that little drink, I can see you haven't been drinking behind my back...at least the hard alcohols anyways," Greg says, chuckling a bit as he refills the glass, "now you can just sip that one while we talk."

Greg then pours himself a glass and takes the wingback chair sitting cockeyed to the sofa, "now Jake...what happened that has gotten you so upset."

When it came to drugs and alcohol, Jake was perfectly straight, so the alcohol started affecting him pretty quick and helped him relate the day's horror story.

"He did it to me again...fucking humiliated me in front of the whole fucking class..." he starts, another tear forming and running down his cheek.

"It okay...go slow, take occasional sips and keep going," his father encourages him on.

"It started in gym class...the usually taunts and things...teasing me about my nearly smooth crotch," Jake stammers and then looks up to his dad, "Dad...I'm fifteen and most thirteen year old boys have more hair down there than I do."

"Now son...that's not your fault, just remember it could have easily been any one or number of them. Instead it is you...and I don't think any differently of you. It takes a lot more than pubic hair to make a man."

"Yeah...well there is also the teasing me about being gay...I've never done anything to give them that impression. I don't talk with a lisp, don't stare at the guys, dress in frilly clothes or walk funny. What I do...I get good grades, dress decently, am polite to the females...males as well, and don't mess up in school."

Greg swallows, "Greg...you can tell me...are you...are you gay?"

He gets his answer by seeing more tears running down his son's face.

"Son...its okay...some boys are just born that way. It has nothing to do with the way you were raised or some choice you decided to make...it just is. But this is beside the point...what happened now?"

"Well after the usual gym class and we are all in the showers, somebody got into my locker and took my jeans, underwear and jock, leaving me with only my jogging shorts."

"Didn't you go tell someone?"

"Dad!" Jake exclaims, "I can't do that...even if it was possible. They had used somebody to harass me in getting back to my locker, so by the time I got there to get dressed, the rest of the class was gone. There were no teachers in the locker-room, as they were already gone or on the field. I didn't have a choice."

"So I put my shirt back on and my shorts. Grabbed my soda I had left in my locker at the beginning of the class and headed for health class..."

"So...I don't..."

"I'm getting to that. You see...it was a total set-up...something they must have planned for several days. Anyways, because of the shortage of teachers for health class, it is held in a larger class room with two classes worth of students."

"So the teacher starts going into his lesson...male development and sexuality. I admit, I really wasn't listening to deeply to this, mainly because I have done a lot of research on the subject myself," he says, adding, "considering my orientation that is."

His dad nods his understanding and motions for him to continue.

"Then my attention is taken by something else...for...for some reason, right there in the class thinking about nothing and looking at no one...I...I start getting and erection."

"Well that happens," Greg replies.

"No dad...not like this one. This one came on and I felt really flushed in my face. I could feel my heart beating harder and faster. I tried concentrating on what the teacher was saying; hoping to make it go away, but all it did is seemed to get harder."

"By this time the teacher was onto the early stages of puberty, where the body starts to take on adult changes and sexual desires start to form. He then pointed to a diagram on the over head projector. It is then that the fucking asshole Tim made his move."

"Hey teach, he yells out, why use that example when we have a live one right here," he yells out.

"Next thing I know, I am being lifted out of my chair and carried to the front of the class. I was too scared and confused to do anything and the next thing I know, my shorts are cut off me and I am left standing in the middle of the class...everybody laughing at my stiff cock and nearly hairless groin."

"Tim...you stop that right now and give Jake his shorts back right this instant!" the teacher tells him.

"Hey chill out...first the shorts are ruined...but it sure seems obvious to us which way he developed...the fucker's got a raging hard on from your lesson...either you're a better teacher than you think, or he was enjoying your picture."

"The whole class roared out in laughter and all I did was stand there with my hands covering my crotch and my face red as a beat. As Tim returned to his seat, he yelled back that the jeans I had misplaced in the locker room were sitting out side the class room door."

"When I heard that I quickly scampered out the door. I didn't care how many more people saw me; I wanted something to cover my nakedness...even if they hadn't returned my underwear or jock with the jeans."

"Oh god Jake...I...don't know what...I...I am sorry. Did...what..." Greg asked, stunned at the treatment of his son.

"I left the school...it was the last class anyways. Nothing will probably happen to him anyways...he's the fucking star quarterback and the darling of their entire staff."

"Son...I..."

"Then I found this in my pocket," he says, pulling out a wadded up note, "somebody left me a note telling me that Tim had spiked my soda that was in the locker with Viagra."

Jake takes the last gulp of the drink and then looks at his dad, "Dad...I want...no...killing is too good for him...too easy...I...I just don't know."

"Just a minute Jake...let me think on this for a couple minutes. Why don't you go to the kitchen and grab a snack..."

"Yeah...okay," Jake says, setting down the empty glass and leaving the den.

Sitting back down in the chair, he waits for his father to start...

"Jake...how would you like to earn interest on all the humiliation and torment he has caused you?"

"I can...how...fuck yeah. Can...I mean...is it possible?"

Greg smiles, "Oh...it is more than likely. Don't forget...I am only a dentist part-time...the rest of the time I still work for the feds. It is there that I make all the money we have. I'll tell you what...stay home from school for the rest of the week...that's only one more day anyway. By then I should have a plan worked up and we can talk it over."

"Oh dad...you are so fucking cool, thanks." Jake says, hopping up from the chair and giving his dad a hug.

"Okay...you get going. What I would like from you between now and then is a list of all the things he has done to torment, harass, bully and humiliate you. Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck yeah...a person doesn't forget those kind of things...even though they wish they could."

Late Friday afternoon arrives and Greg calls his son down to the den...

In a much better mood that the previous afternoon, Jake sits down in the sofa, "Got a plan yet dad," he asks?

"I am almost there, but what I need from you now is the list of his transgressions. Have you got them?"

"Oh yeah...several pages worth," is his reply, his voice full of rancor and simmering anger.

Flipping through the pages and noting an entry here and there, "Nine...nine pages? Damn...even if this was spread out over several people, this guy deserves revenge."

"Dad...that's just the stuff he's done to me. I try not to remember the things I've seen him do to others, though I don't think any of it comes close to what he did to me yesterday."

"Okay Jake," Greg says, handing him a pad of paper, "I want you to do one more thing. While I go through these pages you gave me, I want you to right down as much as you know about Tim's schedule. What classes and when, any after school activities, even things he does away from school and with whom. I would also like a list of his cohorts...those that help him in humiliating you and others."

"Yeah...no problem there," Jake replies and quickly puts pen to paper and starts writing.

An hour later Jake has given the extra information to his dad. He was told to go take a break, grab a movie or something, and go out to eat. He needed to do some deep thinking and planning. Knowing that his dad was on his side and willing to help him get revenge made all the difference in the world.

Around seven that night, Jake returns to the den and sees a big smile on his father's face.

Sitting down in the on the edge of the sofa, "You've got a plan?"

"Yes...but it is also going to require some patience on your part. Can you do that?"

"I've gone on this long...only now there is a light at the end of the tunnel."

"That's the spirit. Now you know I work for the government...what you probably don't know is that I have a very extensive lab below this house. Well, actually that isn't important right now. I will give you the beginning of the plan to reign in Tim and his main cohorts...Jim, Tom, Dave, and Ken."

"I will be showing up in your health class next week...not as your father. Fortunately you have your mother's last name...something I insisted on considering my work with the government. This way there will be no connection between us. I will be there as a dentist and the topic will be dental hygiene. I will use this class as an opportunity to introduce some...ideas into those five ingrates."

"What are ideas going to do?" Jake asks, not sure where this is going.

"That's the next part...those ideas will lead those five into my new office downtown. It is there that our plan for revenge will start."

Knowing that his dad's office is just a couple blocks from the school, Jake asks "What office down town?"

"While you were out, I made some phone calls. I have gotten permission from a higher lever to go through with this plan and all the support I will need behind it. They are very interested in the outcome."

"Why would the military be interested in some kid getting revenge on five other kids?"

"Who said I work for the military Jake? I work for a group of government organizations; the military is just one of them. One of the others is the judicial, prison and rehab departments. The results of this have great ramifications...in controlling offenders and getting them changed so that they can become contributing members of society without being a burden as well."

"Oh..."

"Now here is the big question Jake...for this to work, it will also require a couple things from you, besides your cooperation."

"Such as?"

"I know you are not into sports...well I want to change that."

"But..."

"No, I am not talking about what those five ingrates consider manly sports; I am referring to swimming and gymnastics."

"I can swim and I've done some of the other stuff in gym class, but nothing..."

"No, I know. What I propose to do is to give you some help in that regards. One of the things I have had the pleasure of co-developing is an injection that can give a person particular attributes. In this case I want to make it so you are a natural swimmer and gymnast...through gene therapy and nano-technology."

"Excuse me...are you saying with a simple injection you can make me into a world class swimmer and gold medal gymnast."

"Not quite, but close, though it will still require practice and effort on your part. However you body will have 'memory' of those activities and respond easier and faster to your practices. You will have to learn less...relying on your muscles and body's 'memory'."

"Cool...when do we start?"

"Well there is one more thing that I need before next week as well...I need a full three-dimensional scan of your body, clothed and unclothed, as well as aroused and not, including specific positions."

"Ah...what is that for?"

"Well I can give you an explanation, but you will enjoy seeing it in use much better. I need to be able to put your body into a digital format for some...as, 'training' tapes for our...shall we call them subjects."

Light bulbs were already starting to light up in Jake's head and the smile grew on his face, "Sure...no problem. So when do we start?"

"How about tomorrow...soon enough."

"Sure..."

"Okay...I may not need all the poses I take of you, but I would rather have more than I need than need a specific pose and not have it," Greg informed his son as he took him down the hidden elevator to the hidden lab.

"Damn," Jake exclaims, coming out of the elevator, "I had no idea this was down here."

"You weren't supposed to. The only reason you do now is because the scanning machine is down here and the government is so eager in the results of this plan."

"Oh...did you bring the pictures I asked you to?"

"Yeah," Jake says, handing a folder to his dad, "Several of Cindy, Tim's main squeeze, as well as the girlfriends of the other four guys. I must admit, it is a good thing I am on the year-book staff this year."

"Well it just made the job easier...we could have gotten the pictures anyways, it would have just taken a bit longer."

"Okay," Greg says, leading Jake to a small platform, "We will start with what you are wearing. Just stand there while I get the machine started."

"Cool," Jake replies, looking at the five slender columns surrounding him, as well as the 'eyes' above and below him.

"Whoa," he jumps, as red flickering lights dance across his body.

"It's okay Jake...the computer is starting the scanning process. It is taking highly accurate topological measurements and pictures of your body and turning the data into a form that will allow the computer to render you accurately in a digital three-dimensional world."

"Oh shit dad...I'm getting a..."

"It's okay...I should have told you. There is a special and invisible beam that is used to cause spontaneous erections. This is necessary for the programming. In every outfit and scene we record this afternoon, it will include three states of arousal...none, when you are completely soft, the middle stage, either nearly hard or just coming down from climax, and at full erection."

"Oh...well...thanks for warning me," Jake laughs...

Several more clothed scenes are taken, from him in normal street clothes; to tight jeans and shirt, his PE uniform, some board shorts, with or without a tee-shirt or tank top, fancy duds for like church or interviews. Finally, the last of the semi-clothes scenes includes wearing only a jock, wearing a pair of square-cut swimming trunks, snug fitting white briefs and finally a pair of Speedos.

Jake couldn't help but turn red faced when his body was forced to an erection and scanned.

"Okay...now we need the nude poses," his dad says, grabbing the pair of Speedos from Jake's outstretched hand.

It started out simple...walking, running, jumping, even the exercises and stretches done at the beginning of every PE class. Got him in poses as if he was taking a leak or sitting on the john, the latter requiring a prop.

It finally came down to the sexual and more lurid scenes...where his crotch or ass is lewdly displayed, whether he is standing up, or on his back or stomach. The easiest scene he had to act out was the very last one...

He got to act out as he was fucking Tim up the ass, either face to face or doggy style. This whole scene was done with him completely hard and the computer scanners got every movement and flexion of his muscles as he moved and climaxed. The computer caught the swelling of his cock, the tightening of his ass and the withdrawal of his testicles into his groin. It also caught the spurting of cum from his hard cock...in much greater detail than any video studio has.

"Okay...we have only one more thing to do Jake...are you ready?"

"Yeah...I think so," Jake says, knowing that it is time for the injection.

"Okay...up on the table then," his father says, guiding him to the examination table.

"Oh...nice and warm," Jake comments, his bare ass landing on what he had expected to be cold vinyl.

"Hey...comfort is a concern for my patients," his father smiles, "at least the ones that count."

He looks down hesitantly as his father straps his legs into the stirrups, "Uh...why the stirrups," Jake asks.

His father looks at him sheepishly, "Because...because for the process to work effectively, it needs to be done into the testicles."

"What!!!"

"It's alright Jake...the needle is nearly painless and if it help, Tim and his cronies are all going to get the same treatment, only theirs won't be beneficial like yours is."

"Oh...well in that case, go for it."

His dad explained to him how the chemicals worked as he swapped the scrotal area and separated out the testicles with a special banding device. Not the type of device used for castrating, but used to squeeze the testicles to the scrotal wall for ease in position and injection.

The only way they could get the chemicals to work, and so far only in males, is through the testicles. For some reason the deliver system the testicles use for distributing testosterone is ideal for the body changing chemicals. There is limited affect when done in other parts of the body, but not as significant or long lasting.

"See now...it wasn't so bad was it," Greg asks, removing the restraining straps from around Jake's ankles and thighs.

"No...it wasn't much more than a pin-prick."

"Okay...I want you up in your bed now..."

"But it's only three in the afternoon."

"I know, but in about a half hour you are going to feel very wiped out, as if you just finished a 10K race. Shortly after that you are going to get a fever as the changes are spread throughout your body and then you will pass into unconsciousness. You will wake up sometime tomorrow late morning or early evening."

"Oh," Jake replies, letting his dad lead him to the elevator.

On the way up the elevator and to his room, a question pops into his head, "then how are you going to keep them away from home after their injections?"

"Won't need to Jake. Improvement injections are the only ones that result in exhaustion, fever and unconsciousness."

It hit Jake sooner than he had expected and Greg had to carry his son the remainder of the way down the hall, laying him gently on the bed.

"Okay sport...you just lay down there and let the change happen. I'll check in on your from time to time, but there isn't much I can do for you until tomorrow. By then you will feel more like yourself, though a bit more confident."

"Oh...okay dad...if you say so," Jake says, his voice ragged and slow, as if every word is taking an excessive amount of energy.

Greg stayed in the room until Jake passed into the unconscious stage, "okay Jake...you'll wake up a new man tomorrow." Patting him on the head, he walks out of the room, returning to his lab...

"So how do you feel," Greg asks, looking at his son enter the kitchen...fully naked.

"Great dad...I feel...I...I don't know how to put it into words. Energetic...bouncy...I...I just don't know."

"Okay...let's go out to the pool. I want to watch you do a few laps."

"Well...if you think I can do it."

"Yes I do...now let's go."

Greg followed Jake out to the pool and watched his son's lithe body slice into the calm water, sending out barely a ripple, "perfect entry," he whispers.

"Form is near perfect...legs and arms working in unison," Greg says under his breath, watching as Jake completes his fifth length of the pool and on his way back.

Climbing out of the pool, "Oh man...that was so fucking awesome dad. Did you see that...it was...it...it seemed so natural and easy...and...I'm not even breathing that hard?"

"Yes, I saw it Jake. Now why don't you swim a few more laps while I go whip up some food and we can walk. Besides, a little sunshine won't hurt your pale ass."

Jake then looked down and finally noticed that he was still naked from when his dad had taken him to his room the afternoon before, "Oops...I..."

"It's alright...I'll explain it to you over lunch."

"Okay," Jake laughs and dives back into the pool.

"Even if the revenge thing doesn't work out, at least I've given him something he needs," Greg says to himself as he heads into the house.

"Oh man...that was so invigorating," Jake says, draping the towel over the seat before sitting his naked ass down, "I...I never...now I know how some people feel when they truly enjoy exercising."

"I am glad you approve of the changes. Now the injection can't take the place for proper exercise...it just helps you along the way. It helps you get more out of what you put in to it. Now...have you wondered about your nakedness?"

"Well...yeah...I was kinda wondering about why I felt and still feel so comfortable with it. Is that something you did too?"

Nodding his head, Greg answers back, "Yes. I haven't turned you into an exhibitionist or anything; I have just eliminated the inhibitions and negative feelings you have associated with nudity. Besides...it isn't going to do you any good if you can't feel good when it comes time to flaunt your body in front of Tim and his friends."

"Besides...if you are going to be on the school's swim team, you are going to have to feel confident wearing a Speedo in front of all the spectators."

The thought didn't even make Jake flinch or his face turn red, "Yeah...I didn't even think about the swim team. That's starts up in a month or so...doesn't it?"

"Yes...and is part of my plan. I don't want to give out too much information, but I would say that Tim and his friends will be joining the swim team this year."

"Won't happen...they wouldn't be caught dead any where near..." Jake started to say and then got a big smile on his face, "This is part of your plan...isn't it?"

Greg only nodded his head.

"Oh...this should be fun...and...they won't have the advantage I have?"

Shaking his head, "Nope, which is why I am also going to want you working out in our pool preferably daily."

"Fucking cool, and if it was as much fun as it just was, you will probably see me in the pool two or three times a day."

"Good...and if you think it might help, I will get one of the Navy's elite swimmers in here to give you some coaching?"

"A...uh..."

"Yes...he will be good looking and gay as a three-dollar-bill."

"Cool...lets do it," Jake smiled, feeling better about himself than he has in a long time, at least since his mother died.

For the remainder of the weekend, Jake spent much of it out by the pool...whether it was doing his homework, day dreaming about his revenge or swimming. His father meanwhile spent the time down in the lab, getting things prepared for the next phase of the plan...

Jake remembered his father's words, 'Don't show any signs of recognition.'

"Good afternoon class...today we have a Doctor of Dentistry and hygienic specialist here with us. His name is Doctor Yates and he will have your full and undivided attention for the day or you will find yourselves with an extra failing mark for the week."

That warning got everybody's attention and they settled down quickly...Jake suppressing a grin.

"First thing I want to do is give you each a stick of gum and my business card," Greg says.

Walking up and down the rows, he hands every student the two items from a basketful in his hand. When he comes to one of the five ingrates, they get one for the special section of the basket. Jake notices and grins each time he sees his dad's head nodding slightly when the altered gum is given out.

"Okay...contrary to school rules, you are all allowed to chew the gum, during this class. Matter of fact I want you to. Not only does it have a special whitening formula in it, it will also kill any of the germs that cause specifically gingivitis and bad breath. No, it is not Listerine, as this is more specifically targeted. I will then at the end of the class collect your wads of gum into a special specimen jar and return them to the lab for analysis. If any of you have anything worth reporting I will contact you so that you and your parents can make any arrangements you deem necessary."

Moving back to the front of the class, he puts up several posters against the white board before starting his lectures. The class is mesmerized by him and the teacher is amazed, wondering how he can get the same attention fro his wards.

Greg isn't really telling them anything they don't already know...or should know, so the class is easy enough that he can focus his attention on the five boys and their reactions. Walking up and down the aisles, he watches as eventually all five of the boys put the business card into their wallets. He is also grateful to see that each one of them started playing with their gum, eventually swallowing half of it and continued chewing the remaining half.

"Okay class, that is about it. I have already received authorization from the principal that when I am done and start collecting the specimens, that you are free to leave."

The room fills with yips and hollers, especially considering that there is still twenty minutes to go until the end of the period.

As the teacher and students walk past and deposit their gum into a specimen container, Greg watches as they walk out the door. Specifically he watches as every single one of the deposit the business card into the trash can...all with the exception of the five boys and Jake, who only got a normal stick of gum and remained behind.

"Everything went as planned. Go grab the business cards from the trash," Greg says.

Jake retrieves the discarded cards, while his dad dumps all the specimen cups into a biohazard bag, all except the five from the boys, and those go into a specimen cooler.

"Now it's off home. Sorry I can't take you, but it would raise suspicions if the Dentist was taking home a student."

"Hey...I understand dad...I'll meet you when I get home."

"Great...see you then," Greg says, slinging the bag over one shoulder while holding onto the cooler and charts in the other.

"Jake...I'm occupied in the analysis chamber...go do what ever you want for about an hour or so...Love Dad."

"Cool." Jake says, grabbing the note and heading up to his room. Once there, he drops his books and stuff and proceeds to strip off his clothes and heads for the pool.

Around four o'clock and with a towel wrapped around his waist, Jake walks into the lab...just as his dad is stepping out of the chamber.

"So everything okay?"

"Perfect...I have excellent DNA samples from all five of them, as well as current hormone and enzymatic levels. I also happen to know that they have recently used ecstasy, some mushrooms, and that the ecstasy was cut with some crystal-meth."

"Really/" Jake says, not expecting that information.

"Oh definitely...no doubt about it. Now you and I know that I will not be calling anybody. Did you figure out how I got everybody, including the teacher to toss out the business cards as they left, with the exception of our subjects?"

"Well...I figure it has something to do with the gum you gave them."

"That is part of it. The other part was the posters I put up. It was also the reason for their rapt attention. The gum had a chemical that caused a sort of defocusing of their eyes and made the posters dance a bit. As they tried to focus in and concentrate on the posters, their sub-conscious mind picked up the subliminal messages contained within. By now I expect they wouldn't recognize me if I walked up to them right now."

"Really? Wow...that's so cool!"

"Yep," Greg says, loving the way his son enjoys his company and accomplishments, "Matter of fact, all they are going to remember is that some doofus of a guy gave a real boring lecture. So don't get offended if the teacher apologizes for the poor lecturer from the previous day."

I'm glad you warned me...I might have screwed up otherwise," Jake replies.

"No problem...it is something we could have recovered from. Anyways, I expect that I will be seeing Tim after school on Wednesday. So I am going to need you to get to the downtown office as quickly as possible. I will have a cab waiting for you after school lets out. I need you here before Tim gets here."

"Yes...it's about time," Jake replies, his face a combination of emotions...most of which is a look of revenge at hand.

"Hello Tim...I hear you have a toothache," Greg says, leading Tim to the dental chair.

"Yeah...doc...it really hurts," he says, holding a hand to his jaw.

"When did it start to hurt?"

"After lunch today..."

"Okay...let's get you into the chair and take a look..."

"Oh my...this is going to take a bit...here...let me put this on you," Greg says, sounding gravely concerned.

Tim just nods his head as the doc puts the rubber tube across his face and puts the appendages into his nose.

"Now breathe normally and calm down Tim...everything is going to be alright," Greg says, soothing Tim's nerves.

Five minutes later, "Jake...come on out now."

A door to the rear of the room opens and Jake enters the room...a huge smile on his face.

"So what are we, or you going to do now?"

"You are going to mostly watch...I think you will enjoy what happens."

Greg walks over to the counter and presses a button. Jake's eyes grow wide as he watches the cabinet and counter change into a huge and complex looking computer station...multiple monitors, flashing lights...every-thing that looks like some futuristic science flick.

Opening a panel, Greg pulls out a pair of what looks like over-sized swimming goggles. He then places them over Tim's eyes which open up once the goggles are in place. Greg then hits a button on a panel and more light flash and a monitor starts displaying rapidly changing data.

"Right now it is monitoring his brain activity and waiting until he has entered the proper mental state. Now if you want to give me a hand, we need to get his jeans and underwear removed."

Jake hopped at the chance and was right there at the chair, pulling off shoes and socks. He felt his cock getting hard inside his jeans as he pulls down the stud's underwear, looking at it lying limply on his stomach.

"Now watch this," Greg says as he pushes a couple buttons on the base of the chair.

All of a sudden, the chair starts to move...tilting back and opening up. Soon Tim is lying on his back; legs split apart and raised into the air. Jake grins as Tim's virgin cherry comes into view...

"This look familiar," Greg says, holding up a rubber molded cock.

"Is that..." Jake stares open mouthed.

"Sure is...the computer made it after scanning your body. It is an exact model of your erect cock...balls included. Now watch," Greg says as he wheels a short device around and between Tim's legs.

He puts the rubber version of Jake's cock into the machines holder and wheels it up close...until the head of the rubber cock is nearly touching Tim's anus. He then locks the machine in position and plugs the wires into the panel controlling the whole thing.

"Right now," Greg starts explaining, "Tim is immersed in a three-dimensional world where specific scenes and images are being imprinted on his mind...his conscious mind locked out of the loop."

Suddenly there is a beep from the machine and Greg tells Jake to watch Tim's crotch. Before his widening eyes, he witnesses Tim's cock quickly attaining a full erection. Only seconds after that it starts leaking pre-cum.

Greg then retrieves another device from the panel, connected by wires and a clear tube. He walks over to Tim and places the cup-like device into the head of Tim's swollen cock.

"Ohhh," Tim moans.

"He is responding well," Greg smiles, "he is actually an ideal candidate so far. Right now that little device has inserted a tube down the shaft of his stiff cock, sucking up all the fluids he is producing...saving them for later use."

He then looks over at Jake, "you want to put that thing to good use," he asks, looking at the obvious bulge in his son's jeans.

"Yes..."

"No...you can't fuck him yet. That comes later and at his insistence. No...I need you to deposit your cum into the sample collector on the machine between his legs. It is needed to imprint your DNA into his body's memory."

"Okay," Jake replies a bit let down. But he is still eager and shucks his jeans and briefs. It doesn't take long and he is shooting copious amounts of his boy sperm into the sample container, smiling as the machine blinks in readiness.

Pointing at the rubber cock, "Watch closely now Jake..." Greg says.

Wide eyed, Jake watches as fluid begins leaking out of the tip of his fake cock and starts pressing against Tim's ass. He laughs as he hears moans escaping from Tim's lips, watching as the stud's cock throbs between his powerful legs.

More fluids flow and pressure is increased...and in like slow motion, Jake witnesses Tim's ass opening up...the head of his fake cock penetrating the stud's ass lips and sinking into his inner being.

"Oh man...I can't wait until that is my cock plunging into his ass," Jake says, rubbing his regained erection.

"Soon enough...soon enough," Greg assures him, patting him on the back.

"Damn...this boy is fucking horny," Greg says, staring at the readouts.

"What do you mean," Jake asks, walking up to him.

"In the past forty minutes, he's had seven orgasms."

"Seven...wholly shit...he...he...Guess Cindy isn't going to get any tonight then."

"No...probably not," Greg agrees.

"Hey dad...what's that red flashing light over there..." Jake says, pointing to the light on a separate panel.

"No...it's not possible," Greg responds, walking over to the panel and pushing a couple buttons, "I made this several tears ago after your mother died. It was mostly just a whim, never though t I would use it."

"What does it do...and what does Tim have to do with mom?"

"I'm...well we are going to find out," he replies, "I am going to initiate the protocol I devised for this scenario."

Ten minutes later, tears running down his cheeks, Greg looks at Jake, "That fucking bastard..."

"What...what's wrong dad," Jake says, worried about his father.

"What we are doing to him and his friends are more than just. Jake...Jake," he says, grabbing his son's shoulder, "This...this bully as you call him...he...he and his friends are the ones...they are the ones that killed your mother and my wife in that accident."

"No...no...it can't be," Jake says, tears now falling from his face, "ha...how?"

"They did several illegal things that night it seems. They not only stole the vehicle that hit mom, but they had robbed a liquor store. Remember that robbery nearly four years ago, the one where they clerk was killed? That was them. They went and got trashed and drove home...killing your mother in the process. They knew they were fucked, so they maintained their wits enough to clean up the scene of all their finger prints and such, leaving nothing left for the police to pin the blame on them."

"They...Scott-free...I..." Jake stammered, his emotions overwhelming him.

"No Jake...we won't kill them, as much as I would like to...we will totally humiliate them, which will be a longer lasting sentence than death would be."

"Yes...completely...forever," Jake agrees, wiping the tears from his face.

If there had been any reservations in their plan up to now, they were all erased by the revelation that they actually found their mother/wife's killer. If there were ever two focused people...now is the time.

"Here, take this and swap his balls," Greg instructs, handing the alcohol swaps to Jake.

With the machine out of the way, Jake has easy access to Tim's vulnerable testicles. He isn't gentle in his swabbing and sure that he is causing the unconscious jock some pain...whether it is in reality or his three-dimensional digital world.

Greg then attached the clamp to Tim's scrotum, getting the testicles in the proper position. He then injects the chemicals.

"So...what does that injection do?" Jake asks.

"Many things son...many things. First it will completely and temporarily shut down all hormone production. It also contains a chemical for scavenging all testosterone in the body, so in twenty four hours from now, his body will be completely devoid of male hormones."

"Cool...basically a eunuch then?"

"Only temporarily...but in essence yes. Next, his testicles are being genetically altered...in thirty-six to forty eight hours, the only thing he will be able to get pregnant is a Jaguar."

"A cat?"

"He will still produce sperm, only it will only be able to get a jaguar pregnant...and I don't know of any large cat that will let a man fuck them...do you?"

"No...not at all," Jake says, laughing at the prospect.

"Nano-technology has also been introduced, which will allow the other physical changes to take place, though at times we specify. Lastly, when hormone production resumes, it will be totally different. If he gets a blood sample taken to check, it will test as testosterone, but will have a far differing affect on his body."

"I see I've got your interest," Greg says, smiling at Jake, "no matter how much he works out, or how much muscle gaining drinks he consumes, he will never bulk up again. Not even steroids or hormone patches will work. Matter of fact, his muscles and body will start to atrophy...his muscles will shrink, some fat taking their place."

"So he will...he will be like a boy again>" Jake says.

"In essence...yes. His muscle tone and muscle-fat ratios will eventually become that of a pre-pubescent boy."

Obviously loving every minutes of this revelation, "Fucking cool as shit," Jake exclaims.

They spend the next several minutes getting Tim cleaned up and his clothes back on him. They sit back and enjoy each other's company, sipping on some drinks while they wait for the program to complete.

"What...what is it doing," Jake asks, pointing at the computer panel and the goggles on Tim's head.

"Oh...you will find out. I would prefer to keep it a secret for now, but trust me Jake...you will love every minute of it. Matter of fact, I would recommend that you start attending the football games. I think you will find them very amusing."

A shit-eating grin growing on his face, Jake nods his head in agreements.

"Okay, there you go," Greg says, helping Tim stand up and get out of the chair, "how does you mouth feel now?"

Tim moves his jaw side to side, runs a tongue over the offending area, even presses down on it with a finger...

"Great doc...it...its' fixed."

"Just like brand new," Greg replies, knowing that it is in fact a brand new tooth...one with very special capabilities.

"Cool," Tim says and with Greg's guidance, leaves the office building.

"Won't he..." Jake starts to say.

"No...by the time he gets home, he will think he was working out at the gym. He will have no memory of coming here, seeing me or anything else that was done to him. Now let's get ready..."

"Ready for what?"

"Our next subject."

"Oh," Jake smiles, rubbing his hands together.

It takes the rest of the day and Thursday to get all five guys through the office. By Friday afternoon, the office building is once again vacant and available for lease. No record ever existed of it's presence in the building.

Thursday night...

"...give it to me big boy...yeah...ram it home," Cindy screams, her head shaking from side to side as her studly boyfriends rams his hard cock into her slit.

"Yeah baby...it's your daddy giving it to you...yeah...feel me swell inside you...closer..." Tim moans, feeling the impending orgasm...

"Oh yeah...yeah...fuck me," Cindy screams again, grabbing Tim's ass cheeks and squeezing him closer.

"Oh...oh yeah baby...here it comes," Tim moans, ramming his cock deep in her slit...

Tim's eyes are closed, the sensation filling his loins... the powerful load shooting up the hard shaft, watching as it squirts out and spreads across his stomach. Eyes open and he is looking down across his cum soaked chest and between his legs, his cock still spurting cum while he sees Jake thrusting...fucking his studly ass.

Just as Jake blows his load in Tim's ass, Tim is blowing his inside Cindy...

"Oh fuck...what the fuck..." Tim screams, yanking his cock out of Cindy, his eyes wild with horror.

"What the fuck you doing...nasty...what the fuck Tim," Cindy yells, sputtering as Tim's cock continues spurting his load...only it isn't in her, it is all over her.

Heart beating fast and hard, and breathing even harder, Tim leans back against the wall of pillows, "I...sorry Cindy...I...I don't know what happened...I...it felt...it felt like I was falling or something."

"Well don't let it happen again," she says, "now I've got to shower up. I'll guess we'll try again tomorrow after the game," she says, leaving him panting on her bed while she closes the door to her bathroom.

"What the fuck was that," Tim says to himself as he starts putting his clothes back on.

Though still shaken, the memory quickly fades from his mind as he returns home and goes into his own shower...

"Can't stand cunt smell on myself," Tim says as he steps into the shower.

Standing there lathering himself up, he gets lost in the feeling of his hands moving across his powerful body. Soon he is lathering up his ass, running the bar of soap between his tight and powerful ass cheeks.

The bar slips out of his hand, but he continues to slide his hands across his ass, finding the feeling rather enjoyable...

"Oh..." Tim moans as a finger runs across his teenage cherry.

It doesn't take long and he has a full-on erection and his finger is probing more and more at untouched territory.

"Oh man...feels so good," he moans, his hand rapidly stroking his cock.

"Oh yeah...fuck...oh fuck..." Tim is moaning, his finger now deep in his ass and thrusting in and out...in perfect time with the stroking of his cock.

"Oh god...it's coming...ohhhh," Tim moans, thrusting his crotch towards the shower wall, his eyes finally opening as he watches the cum form an arc as it flies from his cock to the wall and start dripping downwards.

"Oh man," Tim moans and then remembers where his other hand is, "what the fuck," he yells, quickly yanking his thick middle finger from his ass, which only elicits a shiver of pleasure, "Fucking gross...I...I just fucking finger fucked myself to orgasm," he moans...and it definitely isn't a moan of pleasure.

Worried and disgusted with himself, after his shower he sits down at his computer and brings up a web site for male sexuality and searches...

"Anus, Male...primarily used for eliminating solid wastes from the body. Contains more nerves than the head of the penis and can be just as sexually stimulating or more so than stimulation of the penis. Many women find stimulation of the male anus during intercourse produces improved performance and heightened sexual pleasure."

"Well at least it doesn't say I'm gay or something," Tim says, reading the paragraphs, finding much relief in their words. Too bad he didn't click on the link at the bottom of the page.

In eight other places that night similar scenes took place, four in girls' houses and four times in private bathroom showers... there were many worrisome dreams that night.

During the next day, none of the five friends talked about their dreams or what they did in the shower that night. None of them was even ready to admit it to themselves that they enjoyed the feeling of a finger in their asses, or why they able to figure out why they had dreams of Jake...

"What...are you guys all excited about trouncing the pansy team we are playing today?" a couple guys teased Tim and his friends as soon as their jock clad erections were noticed.

Tim and cohorts quickly replied, "Nah...thinking of how hot the chicks are going to be when we fuck them after beating these pansy assed players tonight."

"Yeah...that's the ticket," the guys yelled in agreement, high-fiving and slapping each other on their bare asses.

Actually...none of the five could understand why they had erections...their bitches are the last things on their minds.

Forty minutes later...

"What the hell is with you guys," the coach screams at them during half-time, "you ass holes are playing like a bunch of middle schoolers...messing up some of the easiest plays, fumbling the balls."

He rants and raves at his team and finally directs his attention to Tim and his group, "and you five...my starting string...get your minds off your sweet bitches and onto the game. I don't care if you want to strut around with stiff cocks in your pants or that you decided it wasn't necessary to wear a cup, but you damned well better play the game the way I know you know how to."

There faces turned beet red at the comment from the coach and the accompanying chuckles from their teammates...for they seemed to be the only ones with the problem...and the only ones that didn't wear their cups.

End of the third quarter, "You five...out of the game," the coach yelled, "Maybe we can prevent this from being a rout," he yells, signaling for the second string to enter the game.

Once play resumes, he confronts his first string, "I don't see some improvement in tomorrows game..." the coach started to threaten, wagging his finger at the players, "I...I may rethink first and second string status around here. As it is, you can plan on one hell of a workout come Monday."

The coach then stomped away and left the five alone for the remainder of the game. The second string did make a difference, though not enough to make up for the seventeen points they were behind. With only two touchdowns and field goals, they still lost seventeen to fourteen. It was obvious during the fourth quarter that the opposing team wasn't worth shit, even against the second string guys.

"Come on...it's just a game," Cindy cooed in Tim's ear, "so what."

"We've never lost a game yet this year Cindy," Tim said, moping, "I...I just don't understand it. My timing was completely off, I felt tired as hell. I still can't believe I tripped over my own feet on that touch down run I had...and the rest of the guys weren't any better."

"Have you been eating right? Or maybe you ate something you shouldn't have," Cindy offered, trying to get Tim to respond to her cooing and ministrations.

"I don't know...maybe...but..."

"No buts mister...get your mind off the lost game...there isn't anything you can do about it. Now I want to see that hard cock of yours that you showed off during the game," she said, "I must admit you five were definitely the talk around the stands tonight."

"Oh don't get me started on that," Tim replied, his face turning red at the memory, "I still can't, don't understand how we could have forgotten out cups like that. It's routine, habit."

"Hey...I'm not complaining...I liked the show...now I just wish I could get an encore performance," Cindy says, slipping down into the bed and taking Tim's semi-erect cock in her mouth.

A few minutes later, "Yeah...that's more like it big boy," Cindy says, taking her lips from around the hard shaft long enough to praise him.

Soon Tim is leaning up against the headboard of her bed, his legs bent at the knees and spread apart while she was bent over sucking on his nearly seven inch cock. He soon starts moaning, while one hand stops rubbing Cindy's back and starts pinching and rubbing his nipples.

"Oh yeah...feels so good," Tim moans, getting into the rhythm of things, his eyes closed and enjoying the sensation.

Cindy pauses a moment to remind her when he is about to blow...

Lust grows in his loins as he rubs the hard chest under his hands...occasionally pinching the erect nipples. Nearly smooth flesh rubs against his face as he bobs his head up and down, his tongue busy eliciting moans from his partner and savoring the taste of the ever increasing flow of juices.

His cock so hard...not even touching it and he can feel the climax approaching...moaning...feeling it happen, the gusher of hot cum rising up his shaft...oh yeah...give it to me baby he moans...

Eyes open just as he moves down again, watching as the shaft disappears into his mouth and sees the nearly hairless groin up close...hot liquid gushes against the back of his throat...

"What the fuck...you fucking ass hole," Cindy yells, slapping Tim across the face, "I've told you over and over...no swallowing," he huffs.

"Wha..." Tim jerks out of his reverie and sees the remaining of his orgasm spurting across his chest, while looking up and seeing a bit of it on Cindy's face...

"Cindy...I'm sorry...I...I was somewhere..."

"I'll say you were some where else buster...who is she? Another cheerleader from the other school? Get out," She yells, pointing at her bedroom door, "Get out...first you fuck up last night, then you fuck up on the field, and now you fuck up again...get out you fuck up," Cindy screams.

Tim sees that it will be impossible to calm her down right now. She doesn't even give him a towel to clean up with and he is stuck pulling his shirt on over his cum streaked chest...

"My briefs..." He asks.

"I don't care where your fucking underwear is...get the fuck out of my bedroom," Cindy screams once again.

Moving as fast as he can, Tim forgets about his briefs and yanks on his jeans and only grabs his shoes and socks and makes a beeline for his car. Once there he gets his breathing under control as he finishes dressing...sand any underwear.

This time the memory doesn't fade as Tim returns home...he remembers vividly the image of Jake's cock in his mouth. He also knows that at the same time he was cuming, that Jake was about to fill his mouth with a load of cum...

"Now how the hell did I come up with that," Tim asks himself over and over on the way home. He is still asking himself the same question as he enters his shower.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh," Tim moans as he spews his load against the shower wall...his body jerking and thrusting with every orgasmic spasm.

"Oh god...not a fucking again," he moans in disgust, pulling a finger from his ass.

He pulls it up to look at it, "Ah...no way," he says, hiding and shaking it, "not possible...not possible," he repeats over and over until he dares look at it again...

"Thank good," he sighs in relief, "Damn...for a moment there I thought my finger looked like a stiff cock," Tim says to himself, relieved to find it isn't the case.

Five very confused teenage guys go to bed exhausted that night...all wondering if they are sick or something...

"So...did you enjoy the game Jake," Greg asks his son.

"Oh...very much so. It was all through the stand...I don't think those five had a minutes rest from their stiff cocks...and everybody knew it."

"I thought you might like it."

"Yeah...well I also thought it equally nice that they not only lost the game, but that they got yanked out before it ended."

"I told you...patience my son...patience."

Jake just smiled and went on his way.

"Don't know why you are so fucking boned," Josh says to Tim, "From what I hear, Cindy doesn't even want to see you. What the fuck you do to her last night man? She is really fucking pissed."

"I...I can't talk about it," Tim replies, trying not to seem too obvious about hiding bulging crotch out on the field.

Once again the poor five boys are having trouble controlling not only their own balls, but the football. Such constant erections, no cups to hide their aroused state, and complicated by their ever increasing fuck-ups on the field.

"I am not taking the chance...we can probably get back in the game if I pull you all now," the coach yells and shakes his head in disappointment.

"But coach...it's only half-time...we can come back," Tim whines.

"No...you didn't last night and this way we have the last half of the game to mount a possible. You five keep your exhibitionistic asses on the bench," he yells at them, leaving them with heads hanging low.

"Man...what the fuck is up with us the past few days," Tim asks his close buddies, "I can't seem to run as fast or for as long, I am tripping over my feet..."

"Yeah...same thing hear guy," Ken replies, "We've all been the same the past few days."

"From the sounds of it, we're also all without bitches to fuck tonight," Tom chimes in, the comment getting agreeing nods all around.

"So if we all know this," Tim adds, "Why the fuck are we so fucking horny now?"

Everybody was silent and without answers...and their bodies continued to get tired, even without the exertion of the game.

Before the end of the game, they all managed somehow to get their hormones under control and entered the locker room as soft as the rest of the guys. Unfortunately it didn't last long...

"What's up with you guys," some of the mates looked at them, weird looks on their faces.

Tim and friends looked down; horror filling their faces as they finally noticed their erections jutting out from their soapy groins.

"You both fuck up with your once loyal bitches, and now you're throwing boners on the field and in the showers...what's up with your guys...closet homos or something?"

"Not on your fucking life," Tim yells, getting up in Josh's face...the second string quarterback.

"Prove it then," Josh says, pushing Tim away, "You always said you could take me...how about now," he says, pushing Tim once again.

Anger rises in his stomach and he charges Josh, not even giving him a warning. Unfortunately he is more tired and exhausted than he realizes and Josh easily absorbs his rush and takes him down to the floor.

Soon the two soapy bodies are writhing around on the floor, with all but the four friends cheering the scene. They are too scared...because if Tim looses, then it puts their orientation in question too.

"So this is the great and mighty Timmy," Josh says, finally getting the upper hand in the match.

He has Tim on his knees, a hand on his upper back, pushing his face onto the wet tiled floor.

"Oh man Tim...you got me hard...you fucking pervert," Josh says, eliciting a round of laughter and applause.

"What do you think guys...is this first string material," he asks all around and proves his point by thrusting his hard shaft up between Tim's soapy ass cheeks.

"No...just a varsity butt boy," they yell out...

Josh looks around the room and his eyes land on the other four, "go get them boys...they still have boners...maybe they want some too."

Soon the steamy shower room is aflutter with activity and the remaining teammates quickly subdue the other four. Now all of them are on their knees with their second string equal sliding a hard cock between their cheeks.

"I do say fellas that we have a new first string...what do you all say?"

"Yeah...down with the old...in with the new," they all cheered Josh, picking up the excitement and furor.

"Yeah...and some new butt boys to go along with it," Josh laughs, bucking his hips and running his cock up and down Tim's crack as if he was fucking him.

"Ohhh," Tim moans and his body shakes...as do that of his friends.

"Wholly shit," Josh says, getting up and pulling Tim with him, "the fucker just blew his load."

"Oh man...fucking homos," the team all responded, much to Tim's horror.

"Man...we were just fucking with you," Josh says, "thought not about the new first string bit...but it looks like you really are fucking queers," Josh says, looking down at the evidence of five cum loads slowly being washed away by the running showers.

"Why don't the five of you get the fuck out of here," Josh says, as he and the others push Tim and his friends out of the showers, "And you might as well turn in your uniforms on the way out. You all do that and tell the coach you are quitting or you can bet that this little incident will make the rounds...real quick"

Well the threat worked and the coach was only to ready to accept it. He didn't; question their motives or anything. He just told them to have a nice life as they walked out of his office, leaving behind their equipment and uniforms...even the keys to their lockers. They now had lockers like the rest of the students.

"So...have you heard the news," Greg asks Jake as he comes into the kitchen.

"What's that," he says, throwing a naked leg over the chair and taking a set, setting his bowl of cereal down on the table.

"It really is too bad that you couldn't have been a fly in the locker-room after the game..."

"Why...what happened," Jake asks, setting down the spoon and looking at his dad.

"It seems there was an incident...being kept very quiet. Josh, the second string QB...he challenged Tim, who stupidly rose to the challenge. Josh soon had Tim subdued on the shower room floor. It then seems that the team did the same to the other four guys, all caught with erections jutting from their crotches."

"Oh man...I would have loved to see that," Jake sighs, imagining the scene.

"Well it gets better...Josh accusing Tim if getting him hard and that he is queer. He then pretends to fuck him, running his hard cock between Tim's tight cheeks. The rest of the second string does it to the other four. Soon all five of them are blowing their loads on the shower room floor."

"No fucking way...really...most awesome..."

"Yes way...and after that the coach finally returned to his office. Once they were dressed, all five of them turned in their gear and uniforms and quit the team."

"Oh yes...no more protection of being the first string," Jake says.

"Exactly and more than you know...and only the beginning of their downfall."

"How secret will it stay do you think?" Jake asks.

"Oh...until they do something that is caught by somebody that isn't willing to keep it a secret."

"Me?" Jake says, smiling and pointing at himself.

"Maybe...but let's wait and see. All five of them have lost their girl friends, all of which have turned to the new first string. Now, have you spoken with the swim coach yet?"

"Yeah...did that Friday. He is looking forward to having me on the team. Somehow he had some paperwork that gave me a high recommendation," Jake says, then seeing a smile on his fathers face, "was that you?"

Nodding his head, "yeah...trust me...the guy is trust worthy."

Jake raises an eyeball, "Is he...no...really."

"Yep...he is also a government employee...he was a sleeper and now active."

"Wait a minute...a sleeper...how many...why..."

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Our house is the center of a base of operations. You only saw one level of labs and offices. There are nineteen more below that and five above it."

Jake just sat there with his mouth wide open and awe written all over his face.

"Why do you think we moved here two years ago...we decided to use this community as a testing ground? Your problems have just made it easier and a group of people that deserve our testing program."

"So...I gotta ask you dad...and I don't want you to get upset...are you...ah...gay?"

"Well it took you long enough to figure that out. Yes son...I am gay and have been since before you mother and I married. We did love each other is that's what you are wondering and you really are our offspring. She was also a member of the staff and a lesbian."

Just before digging back into his cereal, Jake laughs, "Wow...a family of homos...cool."

"Now after you are done with your breakfast and your swim workout, why don't you come on down to the lab...I have something I think you will like to see..."

"Yeah...okay," Jake replies.

"So...what have you got to show me," Jake asks, walking up to the bank of monitors.

"Look and tell me what you see?"

Jake studies the five monitors and just as he notices a single name below each, one catches his attention. That particular monitor shows a Tim's reflection in a mirror...as if Jake was looking through Tim's eyes...below that particular monitor was Tim's name.

"And...how are we getting this picture?"

"Part of the nano-technology that was injected into them. All five of the boys have it now...their eyes acts as a camera lens and the nano-bots have built a small transmitter inside their heads, sending us a picture of everything they see."

"Oh man...that is so fucking cool..."

"Don't worry...every since we started receiving a signal, it's been recording. I will make sure that anything of interest is given to you on a DVD at the end of each day...for all five of the boys."

"Thanks...you're the coolest dad," Jake says, giving his dad a hug.

On that nights DVD, something affecting all five subject of them but watched through Tim's eyes...

"Hey...the team should be too worn out from last night's game, there shouldn't be a problem with getting a work out," Tim tells his best buds as they enter the gym.

They have no problem checking in and find their way to the locker room. Soon they are all stripping down by their lockers and getting ready to slip into their jocks...

"Whoa...what's this," a voice calls out and Josh comes around the corner, accompanied by the rest of the team's new first string.

"Come on Josh...I don't want any trouble," Tim says, trying to wave Josh down.

"Timmy...you've got problems just being in here," Josh says, stepping up menacingly to Tim. He then reaches out and grabs Tim's jock, "What's this...you think you are still a jock? NOT!" Josh laughs. Then before the five can do anything about it, they find themselves standing naked before the team, their jocks and underwear absconded.

"Okay boys, give them their new jocks."

It is like they never recovered from the previous night and quickly wore themselves out as they struggled against Josh and his group of friends. As their struggles decreased and succumbed to superior strength, their cocks quickly came to full staff, eliciting even more joviality from the group.

"Now that's the way you should look," Josh said, stepping back from their endeavors.

Tim and his friends were now standing their in rather skimpy jocks...small shear pouches and only one strap...a string that ran up the crack of their ass. Worst of all was the way their stiff cocks tented out the material, showing every bump and ridge of their hard flesh.

"There now boys...now get your fucking jeans back on and get the fuck out of this gym," Josh commanded them.

"We...we have...have just as much right..." Tim started to stammer, only to be quickly cut off by Josh.

"No you don't...we don't want any fags here in our gym or our locker room. You want a gym...go down a few blocks...I am sure you will be accepted there," Josh says, "Yeah...and here you go. I took the liberty of having your membership here canceled and transferred to the new gym...now get your pansy asses moving."

The guys laughed and congratulated each other as they watched Tim and his friend's pull their jeans back on and scamper out of the locker room.

"Such fucking pansies...couldn't even stand up to us," Josh says as they exit the room, "how in hell did they even get to be first string..."

Tim and the gang walk down the few blocks and around a few turns and find themselves standing across the street form the gym...

"Tim," they whine, "we can't go in there...everybody knows that's where a lot of the homos go."

"Yeah...well tell me were else we are going to go if we want to continue to work out? We sure as hell can't go back, and I don't know about you, but I am not up to explaining what has happened to my dad in order to get a membership at some other gym. Besides, who knows if what happened here doesn't happen here, or worse yet, Josh decides to tell anybody else if we do."

They all ended up agreeing with Tim's arguments, and none of them had any better ideas. They all agreed on the fact that they wanted to continue on their workouts. Swallowing deep and holding their breath, they enter through the front door...

"Hi there fells, can I help you," the guy behind the counter asked them.

Tim immediately assumed the guy was gay by the way he addressed him and knew if he wanted to continue to come here he was going to have to keep his attitude in check.

"Uh...yeah...we...my friends and I...we had our...membership transferred to this gym," Tim stuttered, and then quickly added, "It's...its closer to home for us."

"Oh...no problem their guys...let me see your cards," he says, putting out a nail-polished hand to receive their cards.

"Oh yes...I remember this arrangement," the guy says, getting a look of confusion from the boys, "yes...the group plan...here you go...new magnetic strip cards for you all. It includes full access, including the pool, sauna, hot tub and weight rooms. It even comes with your own private lockers. All you need to do is follow the colored line on the floor that matches you card color."

Tim and the boys looked down on the floor and saw the five colored stripes and then at their lavender colored cards. Of course they all blushed, but they did as the guy instructed and followed the line to a door that is the exact same color as their cards.

"Well," Tim says, swallowing the lump in his throat, "here we go."

The five enter the locker room...

They find the five lockers that match the numbers on their cards. SO far they are quite impressed...the floors up to here are tickly carpeted, the benches are fabric padded and none of the lockers or cabinets has any signs of defacement or abusive indications.

"Hmm...everybody must be in the gym already," Tim says, not seeing any one around.

Soon the boys are stripping down to the jocks they left the previous gym with and soon the room is filled with clapping and cat-calls...

"Whoa...nice set of cheeks you guys have there," the voice called out.

Tim and the boys quickly turned around to see several sets of eyes looking their way...and not a one of those sets of eyes belonged to somebody older than eighteen and mostly thirteen or fourteen.

"Hey...no need to blush," the guy in front said, walking up to Tim and holding out his hand, "I'm Seth and we all heard that there was a new group membership."

He then started introducing them all to his own friends and soon Tim and his friends were feeling comfortable and introduced themselves as well. It didn't take long and the no longer felt the embarrassment of being caught in the skimpy thong-style jocks they were wearing.

Then Tim asked, "Ah...where were all of you guys?"

"Oh...we were in the gym working out. When we heard the bell for new-members, we waited a few moments and then slinked in here to welcome you to the group."

"Oh...ah...then..." Tim stuttered, trying not to look at the apparel, or lack thereof that most of the boys were wearing.

"You will find out that clothing is optional here. Wear as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. Believe me; you will eventually go around with nothing on. With everything out in the open, there is nothing left to the imagination and therefore minimizes the chances of arousal."

The problem with what Seth told them is that going without anything doesn't affect your arousal; it just makes it so that when you imagine somebody else in their skimpy jocks that your arousal is fully exposed and allows for it to be acted upon. Nudity means you are open to invitation...they will learn...

"So...you guys want to stay like that, take it all off, or add some shorts to it?"

They silently looked at each other first and left it up to Tim. He thought about it for a bit and decided he wasn't going to be shown up by these homos, "yeah...I think we'll start off the right way," he says.

Tim hooks his fingers in the waist band of his jock, gives a tank and breaks the flimsy waistband and strap, pulling the ruined jock from his body. The rest of the guys follow suit...all to rounds of applause from the guys already there.

"Okay then," Seth says, "You are a bit new here so I will assign somebody to each of you and take you around the gym. You look like you all work out already, so it shouldn't take but a few minutes. If you haven't figured it out yet, I am this shifts trainer."

Tim just nods and lets Seth continue.

"Good...I know you are all friends, but I have found it best to partner new groups with guys that are already here. New eyes usually see any faults with an ingrained pattern and can point it out. Nothing against your friends, but if they don't see it, they can't help you correct it."

"Makes sense," Tim says, the rest of the guys nodding their agreement.

"Okay then," Seth says, holding his arm out, "This is Wayne...Tim...I want you to go with Wayne."

Tim held his breath...he has to make a good impression...not only to these homos, but to his friends. He just nods his head, sticks out his hand and shakes the kid's hand.

"Hey...Seth's a good guy...he won't steer you wrong," Wayne says, getting Tim to follow him into the gym.

Only four other boys remain behind, the rest of them filtering back into the gym. Seth gets all the rest of them paired up and on their way.

Wayne and Tim start out on the bench press and Wayne gets Tim lying down.

"How much weight?"

Tim tries to remember how much he used to lift...the numbers float around in his head...1...5...0...

"A hundred five," he replies, shaking his head as if it doesn't make sense.

"One oh five coming up," Wayne says, putting the weights on the bar. He then gets at the head of the bench to spot Tim...both his pressing and his form...

As Tim puts his hands on the bar, Wayne stops him, "Hold it...here...let me help," he says, walking around to the side.

He puts his hand on Tim's chest, "you need to be up a little further...it is putting you off balance and at risk of dropping the weights across your head."

Tim inhales sharply when he feels the warm hand against his chest...it wasn't right...it should be Cindy's...but...but it felt just as good...he couldn't...he couldn't react negatively to the touch...it was innocent and helpful...

"Okay...better," Wayne says. He then runs a hand up Tim's arm, "Out a little farther...more...good. Where you had it before was isolating too specifically. Now you are using more of your pectoral muscles in the lifting process."

He then runs his hand up the other arm, getting Tim to move it to the position he wants.

"Ohhh," Tim says, inhaling sharply as he feels the hand sliding down his thigh.

"Something wrong...a pain," Wayne asks, "I was trying to get your legs a bit further apart...give you greater stability."

Tim gets himself under control and nods, "Yeah...okay," he says, letting Wayne adjust the position of the other leg, feeling real funny about another guy, especially one younger than he is, touching him that way.

Wayne is now back at the head of the bench and smiling a big smile. He figures Tim isn't quite ready for more, probably still a virgin...as the older teen is concentrating so hard on the bar above his head that he doesn't even realize that his cock is hard as a rock...not that Wayne minds...the view is nice...especially with the way the legs are spread so invitingly.

No...It is not my place to pop his cherry for the first time...that is somebody else's job...

"Okay...how many reps do you normal do?'

Number float around, slowly forming in his head, "Fifteen," Tim replies.

"Okay...let's go," Wayne says.

Tim starts pushing...harder...harder...and finally the bar lifts from the bench and he eventually gets his arms to full flexion and locked.

"Looks a bit heavy there Tim...here, let me help you put it down and I'll reduce the weights a bit."

Tim's face turn a bit red at this, that he needs help lifting and putting down a hundred five pounds.

"Like something there instead," Wayne asks.

"I...no...I," Tim stammers, realizing that he had been staring at Wayne's cock, outlined in his skin tight mesh jock and turns even redder when he sees the smile on Wayne's face, 'he fucking thinks I was checking him out.'

In the privacy of his room, Jake is stroking his own cock, watching the scene unfold as Tim finds himself reacting in ways he had never expected. Not to mention all the naked and near naked boy flesh in the room, especially the close up shot of Wayne's crotch...thanks to Tim's tight focus there.

"Okay...let's try it again," Wayne says, again standing at the head of the bench.

This time Tim is able to get the bar up in the air with less struggling.

"One...two...three," Wayne counts out the reps.

Not needing to count, Tim's mind...and eyes...wander. Struggling through the reps, his eyes once again focus on Wayne's crotch, noticing the outline of the cock...realizing that the boy is cut...and hard. His eyes shift and he sees a smile on Wayne's face as it announces the next rep, only it isn't Wayne's face he sees...its Jakes...

"Watch it there Tim," Wayne yelps, reaching out and catching the unbalanced bar and guiding it back to the bench, "You almost lost it there and that was only the seventh rep. I think next time we need to reduce the weight another ten pounds."

After the shock of the vision, Tim realizes that he is breathing hard and sweating as he had just ran a race or something...gasping, "How...how much did I have on there?"

"Eighty pounds. I really think we need you down to about seventy, maybe even sixty-five," Wayne tells him.

Tim finally sits up and sees and feels it...feels the fluid flowing down into his crotch and sees the stiff cock jutting out of his groin, "Oh god," He moans, his face turning beet red and tries to cover the offending member.

"Hey," Wayne says, sitting down closely beside Tim and drapes an arm around the older teen's shoulders, "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Look around...look at me...there are boners all over the room. Hell...look at your friends, they are have erections. It's normal and matter of fact, we would wonder if you were in the right gym if you didn't."

Tim couldn't help it after looking around the gym and seeing that Wayne was correct. He then looked down and his previous vision wasn't lying, Wayne is stiff as a fucking board. But what is worse and almost as embarrassing, this younger boy has a hard cock that's as big as his.

"Ah...Wayne...how..."

"How old am I? I'm fourteen...just. No...this is not a tan...I am half black. It seems it is my dad's half that I inherited between the legs."

Tim blushed red again, even as he had a hard time taking his eyes away from the package.

"I told you...no need for embarrassment...it happens more often than not. Besides, you may be embarrassed, but your body isn't," he says, looking down at Tim's crotch.

Afraid to look but knows he must, he looks and sees his throbbing cock, pre-cum oozing out of the bright red knob.

"Okay...now you spot me," Wayne says, getting onto the bench, "Oh...a hundred thirty," he tells Tim.

Tim blanches at the number, but puts the weights on anyways. He becomes fixated on Wayne's body...watching as a boy more than three years his junior is pressing nearly twice the weight he did and doing twenty-five reps...highly embarrassing.

Tim and Wayne go through several more stations and each time Tim is getting more flustered. His cock refuses to go down or to stop leaking. He is always taking glimpses of Wayne's stiff cock, wondering what it looks like without the covering of the jock. Finally they are the first pair done and he is led into the showers.

"Okay...stand there while I lather you up," Wayne says, stepping into the steamy shower stall with Tim, his jock now gone and his stiff cock on full view.

"I...I can do it myself," Tim stammers.

"No Tim," Wayne replies, taking the bar of soap from Tim's hand, "It is a complete partnership here. You help me with my workout, I help you with yours. I help you clean up and relax; you help me clean up and relax. Then you can get dressed and leave."

Tim was flabbergasted at this idea, but he couldn't find anything wrong with the logic of the system...hell...he couldn't even bring himself to stop when he felt Wayne's hand sliding the soap across his chest.

Soon he started relaxing under Wayne's ministrations and he closed his eyes, humming slightly to himself. Vaguely he was aware of Wayne moving behind him, stepping u close and wrapping his arms around him, pressing their bodies together as he was lathered up.

Unfortunately Wayne was too short, or his stiff cock would be situated right between Tim's ass cheeks, though Wayne felt this was probably a good thing he wasn't taller...at least not yet.

Soon he was lathering up and slightly stroking Tim's cock, "who you thinking of," Wayne asks.

"Jake," Tim moans the name and all of a sudden pops out of his revelry and Wayne's intimate embrace.

"Oh my god," Tim says, not believing what he just said. It wasn't possible...how...he...he'd been thinking of the fucking faggot nerd Jake...the same one he had humiliated in front of the health class.

"I'm sorry Tim...I didn't mean to upset you," Wayne cooed, getting Tim calmed down.

He waited until he was sliding his soapy hands over Tim's ass and between the cheeks, "Who...who is Jake...the lucky boy," Wayne asks.

Startled, Tim keeps his cool this time, "Oh...nobody...nobody important," he replies, "okay...let me get you cleaned up."

Wayne nods his head and lets Tim lather him up. He is a bit disappointed that Tim doesn't fondle or stroke his member like he did, but he figures that maybe Tim is still getting over this Jake guy and isn't ready...well maybe...

"Okay," Wayne says after getting rinsed off, "Now the hot tub to massage away the soreness."

A hot tub does sound good and so Tim agrees and follows Wayne to the tub.

"Whoa...hot," Tim exclaims as he gingerly steps into the bubbling tub.

"Ah...you'll get used to it," Wayne says as he steps into the tub behind Tim...though not before Tim has a chance to turn around and watch him.

Tim wants to slap himself across the face, again catching himself staring at Wayne's crotch and the thick, and nearly erect cock arcing out from the hairless crotch.

Tim started relaxing when Wayne started talking about his school, the studies he was taking and some of the other things he did for fun. Tim eventually opened up and started talking back, though he never once mentioned what happened to get him here is this gym.

Wayne was intuitive enough to know that something painful was in Tim's past and didn't press the point, so he just left it. During the conversation though, he did slowly nudge his way up beside Tim. So he had a hand in Tim's crotch and was slowly stroking the hard member, keeping Tim's mind occupied with talk.

Tim was relieved to be able to sit and talk to someone without being judged the way Josh and group did. He got so relaxed that not only did he not realize he was stroking a cock, or that it wasn't even his cock he was stroking.

Wayne eventually gets his hand from around Tim's cock and behind him. He keeps the conversation moving, while at the same time letting his hand slowly move down Tim's back side, until his fingers are trailing their way between his ass cheeks...on the way to the prize.

Finally Wayne takes a stab...quite literally and stops massage the teen cherry, but pressed his finger in to the first knuckle...

Tim yelps and jumps up from the bench, "I'm not ready for that yet," Tim says.

'Oh my god...did I really say that...of fuck...I was stroking that kids cock...I'm not a homo...I'm not,' Tim started thinking as tears slid down his face.

"Hey...I'm sorry...that other guy must have meant a lot to you," Wayne says, getting up and rubbing Tim's shoulders.

"It's okay...cry all you want," Wayne says, putting Tim's head into his shoulder and petting the older teen's shoulders.

The embarrassment fills Tim's body, can feel his face heating up and only thankful that Wayne can't see it. He doesn't understand what is happening, only that there is someone here that is willing to comfort him and not make fun of him. It is a fresh change from what he had expected.

'At least nobody else is here to see it,' Tim thinks, specifically of Josh and his cronies. All of a sudden a realization intrudes and Tim realizes that he is now seeing Josh and people saw him when he was BMOC. He doesn't like the image that thought provokes and starts crying all over again.

"All done," Wayne says, pulling Tim's puffy face from his shoulder.

"Yeah...I think so...thanks...thanks for giving me your shoulder," Tim says, truly believing it.

"Hey...no problem...every guy goes through times like these. I am just glad I could be here for yours."

Tim gives the kid a true smile...one that he didn't think he could ever give another homo...no, gay guy.

"I...I think I see about getting dressed and getting home..."

"Hey," Wayne says, grabbing Tim around the waist before he can get away, "when you going to be by again?"

"Probably Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and the whole weekend."

"Cool...the same days I work out on...I look forward to working with you again," Wayne says, giving Tim warm smile.

"Yeah...me too," Tim says. As he walks to his locker, he realizes that he meant what he said and that he just wasn't shooting off his mouth.

Jake didn't care to see the video of the other four guys, he is sure it was something similar...his dad is very through. He then got another surprise the next day at school...

It was in third period geometry...normally a senior wouldn't be in geometry, but because Tim was a jock and not a nerd, he was a bit behind in math...

"Tim," the instructor said, bringing Tim up to the desk.

Jake then stuck the ear piece his dad gave him, specifically tuned to Tim's transmitter frequency...

"Tim...if you do not pass today's test, I am going to recommend that you are remanded back to algebra one."

"But..."

"No buts young man...you only got this far because you were the star of the football team. Now that you are no longer on the football team, you no longer rate the academic protection you once had."

"Yes sir," Tim sighed, dropped his head and went back to his desk...failing to see the big smirk on Jake's face.

He didn't need to wait for the test to be graded; he could tell just by watching Tim during the test...the stupid fuck didn't now a damn thing about geometry. Hell, he probably had copies of the tests before hand and was able to at least get a passing grade...not now.

AT the end of the period, Jake learned that Tim had failed and that the teacher was going to have him sent back to Algebra.

Jake decided to keep the ear piece in for the remainder of the day, which only succeeded in making his day even brighter. Especially when he heard the conversation in the principles office...

"...recommended and approved that hence forth Timothy, that you are remanded back to the eleventh grade."

"What...you can't..."

"Yes we can. We know that because you used to be the star of the football team that you had help with all your academics since your freshman year. Tell me this isn't true and I might reconsider???"

Tim found he couldn't tell the lie and shook his head, "No Mr. Anderson, I can't deny the fact."

"I thought not. Don't worry though; you are not the only one being remanded back to the eleventh grade. Your friends Jim, Tom, Dave and Ken will be joining you there as well."

His voice no more than a whisper "Yes sir," Tim replies.

"Let me make something else very clear Tim...your previous shenanigans were tolerated...no more. Any of the stunts you pulled before will now get you expelled. Further more, if you do not finish the school year with at least a C average, than you will be repeating the eleventh grade again. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir...I will try my best."

"Don't try Tim...Do. Now get out of my office."

"Yes sir," Tim says and shuffles out of the principles office and to his locker.

"Oh my god," Jake laughs, not believing what he just heard.

Tim didn't make it to the gym that afternoon; he was still too distraught over his demotion from a senior to a junior. Hell, he couldn't believe the fact that his mother approved with it...or even show up for the meeting.

Instead he and his friends showed up at an out of the way cafe, someplace where they wouldn't have to meet up with their old classmates...

"Oh man Tim...what has happened to us," Dave asks.

"I don't know guys...I think somehow and somewhere we really fucked up. I don't know where or how..."

"I can't believe we are back in the eleventh grade now," Jim says, "this fucking sucks."

Eventually the talk turned to their day at the gym on Sunday, talk which started out real slow and when it did, was laced with a lot of hesitation, stammering and stuttering.

"I can't get over how nice they were to us...polite too," J=Tom says, getting nods of agreement form all around.

"Yeah...they made us feel welcome...and except for the initial welcoming applause, never once said anything about our flamboyant jocks," Ken added.

"Did you also notice that they didn't make a big issue of our constant erections," Tim pointed out.

"Yeah," the guys nodded, adding, "not like our own classmates." The latter comment getting another round of nods.

None of the guys had anything negative to say about the ones they were partnered up with. All did comment on the fact that their partners were all younger than themselves, but came across as much more mature...which made them all pause for a moment of reflection.

Other comments were made about the things they noted, like the fact that all the guys in the gym were completely hairless, all had cocks as large as or larger than their own and every single one of them worked out at a greater level than they did.

Finally someone made the comment, "Kind of makes us stick out...I mean...being the only one in there with pubes."

The thought shocked them all, but eventually they all nodded their heads in agreement, not that they decided on any course of action.

They all knew that tomorrow was going to be a difficult day, so quickly gave each other a hug before going their separate ways. None of the realizing they did until nearly home and then making them start to wonder about themselves all over again.

"Your chance is coming tomorrow Jake," Greg tells his son during their meeting down in the lab.

"How so?"

"Tomorrow the teacher is going to recommend that Tim have a tutor. He is going to recommend you to be that tutor."

"What says he will accept me?"

"The fact that the teacher is going to tell him you are the only available student tutor available."

"Oh...good idea."

"Oh yeah...he may be in the eleventh grade now, but not all of his classes are going to change."

"Oh...explain..."

"Obviously he will no longer be in your Geometry class. However he will remain in your Health and PE classes. Tim will also now be in a couple more of your classes...actually all of them but math."

"Really...how sweet of you," Jake smiles.

"Yes...he had skimped on English, science and social studies already, so when he got sent back a grade, which puts him taking the same class structure as you do. You will have him in your English, chemistry, and humanities classes."

"Cool...I'll get to keep closer tabs on him."

"Yes...but more than you know. Aren't you unpartnered in your chemistry and humanities class...?"

A big smile instantly grew on Jakes face, "you sly little devil."

Greg smiled back at his son, "I thought you would like that. So now you have him in five of six classes, will have him as a partner in at least two of them and will be his math tutor."

"Good...then lets get them all to hold off on their de-pubing until after I get him in the pool a couple times."

"I thought you might say that and I have already instituted the protocol."

Jake then thought of something else, "You know dad...I've been paying attention down here and I've got a serious question to ask you."

"Go for it Jake..."

"This technology we have down here. It seems...it seems so science-fictiony...you know what I mean? I mean, I've heard of nano-technology, but it is mostly just in the theory phase, and here we have advance nano-technology working for us."

"Yes...you are a bright lad," Greg says. He reaches out and puts a hand on his sons shoulder, "I would love to tell you, but I am not yet permitted to. If I was the head honcho here, trust me, you would know it all. Just remember what I told you when this all started...patience...you will get answers, just not yet."

"Well...you've never lied to me dad and I don't see you starting now. I'll wait...don't see where I have a choice in the matter."

"That's my son...now why don't you go be a boy and have some fun...let us grownups take care of the work down here."

"Yeah...alright," Jake says, a big smile on his face as he enters the elevator up to the main floor.

End of Part 01