Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.
Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm.
Thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years.
And a special thanks to you (you know who you are) readers who have nagged me to get this next chapter finished. I apologize that it took so long, but hope you enjoy it.
The notes for this "prequel" were almost lost in the events narrated in the later chapters, but Billy insisted he tell his version of how all this started. I was not one to argue.
Again it must be stressed that although this story could stand alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin the epic at the beginning with Chapter one, as prosaic as that sounds. The characters in this most recent chapter have long and tarnished histories which can be read in earlier chapters.
This will make this latest chapter more "rewarding".
Chapter 109
June 22
I am screwed, Billy told himself as he slouched and crawled the whole way there, muttering words against his dad the whole fucking time, all twelve plus blocks walking, crawling, poking, slouching all the way downtown. He tried every explanation he could come up with, wondering what this Saturday-morning-shit was all about, why his dad was so super insistent he suddenly like totally out of the blue needed to have this super-important check-up at the doc's.
Billy's bike was back at home still in the garage despite his dad urging him to take it instead of walking. Because there was no way he'd let his dad drive him downtown, no way, no sir, not happening. At least walking was the lesser of three evils in Billy's scrambled-egg logic. And the fact that it was one of the first really nice days of June made it almost reasonable in Billy's mind, at least that was the line of b.s. he pawned off on his dad. As he strolled across Superior Avenue so deep in thought he almost got himself run over, he began to realize his plan was not too bright, what with his white dress shirt getting all sweaty, clinging and itching worse with each block. He was running all scenarios in his mind he could about what this might be about, what might be coming, what it would mean to him, to his summer, to everything. All he knew was his dad had been acting weird even for him the last week or two, "accidentally" materializing wherever Billy decided to retreat, to the basement, the garage, the backyard, everywhere! When his dad "accidentally" strolled into his room this morning just when Billy was about to lose his shorts for a little relief, he knew these "accidents" were far from random coincidences. Then when Billy strolled across Michigan Avenue almost getting hit -- by the same Honda? -- he knew he had to get his head straight. The guy behind the wheel was almost more shocked than Billy was. By the time he recovered and cleared the intersection the light still red, Billy was putting the finishing touches on one of his more elaborate paranoid fantasies. He even convinced himself his dad had spiked his orange juice that morning, because he kept getting weirder and weirder the closer he got to the doc's office. Of course it was the drug in the orange juice, of course! and not because he had no privacy to jack off the last four? five? days, not with his dad shadowing his every move, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Billy told himself he would be spending five minutes in the doc's locked bathroom before he left his examination, no matter what would happen, one way or the other, anything to get rid of this over-heated erection.
By the time he stumbled up the stairs deep in thought and into the doc's office he was puffing like a steam engine and sweating bullets. The nurse gave him one of those sour pissed-off looks but Billy knew he was maybe four minutes late at best so she could save her starched-ass attitude and be glad he was giving her Saturday overtime. He was pulling his third paper cup of water from the cooler when the doc came into the waiting room and found him.
"Billy Herns you're next."
"Next? Doc I'm the only one here" looking around, very glad no one saw what he mess he must look.
"This way please."
"It's Herms, doc. The sign at the store is some kinda joke between my dad and his partners okay?"
"Very good Billy. This way."
"Right behind ya doc. I'm kinda curious to find out was this is all about anyway." Both the nurse and the doc gave him a curious look but he was already half way through the door, and down the hall unbuttoning his wet clingy shirt.
"Didn't your dad explain the purpose of this exam to you?"
"Shit -- sorry, I mean -- hell no. From the way he was acting I thought I was getting some horrible disease or..."
"You know everyone who plans to participate next year must have --"
"Participate? Participate in what?"
"In sports of course" the doc already pulling equipment from various drawers and arranging the exam tray with a certain professional economy of motion. "More specifically wrestling. Didn't your coach tell you about the necessity of a total phyical exam before the season?"
"What? Wrestling? I mean -- n-no not a word. Hell, I didn't even know he knew I was interested in trying out! What a weird ass-backwards way to find out I made the team!"
"Well you haven't made it yet. First we want to make sure that you're in good health and no hidden conditions might prevent you from making the team. Did he tell you anything at all?"
"I thought this was all my DAD'S idea!"
"Yes, Joe informed me that it would take some persuasion on his part to pry you out of the house" the doc smiled "but for now throw that shirt and your pants over that chair but you may leave your briefs on for the moment" looking up from his notes to watch Billy's clothes come off more quickly that expected, "Billy why are you sweating?"
"Cause it's like eighty out there! And I had t'run the whole way here."
"Okay then we'll start with your other vitals, your other measurements until your heart rate comes down some."
Billy's pants, shoes and socks formed a damp pile on the floor as he tried to face away from the doc as long as he could. Not matter how he tried Billy could not make that morning chub disappear. He knew, or at least hoped, the doc would not make a big deal of it but still it was just one more level of weirdness Billy did not want to add to his paranoid day.
"Why don't you get onto the scale first" the doc directed Billy towards the back of the room. Billy shrugged and faced the music.
"Sorry about..." nodding down at his puffed briefs "being all sweaty and... stuff..."
"You know which weight class you wish to wrestle yet?" seeing the scales hit 155 and stick "how old are you now?"
"Fifteen -- sixteen in November."
"Did you want to keep this weight?"
"Hell doc" Billy started his defense fast, like he was this scrawny little punk "you know how skinny I always was, I'm planning to bulk up to 165 by the time wrestling starts and I'm running and working out and everything, and maybe I be swimming if my dad --"
"You work out with weights by yourself?"
"Well yeah, I guess I mean it'll be different when I got teammates to work out with n'all. But I'm -- well I'm real serious about starting before the summer gets... I wanna be bigger."
"Bigger? Are you eating and exercising both?"
"Well yeah... I guess" Billy wiped his forehead, already feeling his control over this exam slipping through his fingers. He thought it would be fast and stupid and annoying and he could get back to what he wanted to do. And that was take care of what was becoming more noticeable in his briefs minute by minute. And why the hell couldn't he stop sweating? Can't the doc afford air-conditioning or what, wiping his forehead again.
"Here's a towel. Dry yourself off while I get you a gown" the doc went to a cabinet and returned with something cool and thin and paper.
"Can't I just stay like this?" pointing to his briefs.
"Not for the whole exam" the doc said, watching Billy's discomfort closely, "and you can toss those shorts onto your `dirty laundry pile' over there after you put this on."
Billy finished toweling the sweat off his body hoping he'd dry off soon but he just couldn't stop sweating. The office felt cooler when he first came in, he thought, but this damn exam room was starting to feel like a damn oven. He tossed the towel on the exam table and turned his back to the doc so he could drop his briefs. Naked and starting to feel himself getting a bit light-headed, he half-turned back to the doc to take the gown from his hand.
"Thanks doc. Don't know why I'm still sweating like this. Y'sure you got the air conditioning on?"
"Just sit a spell and cool off so I can take your blood pressure and temperature" Doc Reynolds said leaving the room "I'll be back in a few minutes."
The good doctor went down the hall and checked with the nurse in reception. As he feared, Billy's dad Joe was pacing in the front room.
"Well?" Joe nodded at the nurse who did not look up from her paperwork.
"Come with me" was all the doc said, even when she tried to protest the unexpected development. The two went through the door and down the hall "this way" he directed Joe to the right "but then you already..."
"Yeah doc" Joe was sweating bullets "y'don't gotta remind --"
"Yes, that" and the two entered the second exam room with a certain amount of determination. Joe smelled the disinfectant and the plastic and the bleach and already felt the beginning of an erection. As he feared, that big new doc was there but it was a shock regardless. It was impossible but it seemed the guy was even bigger than he remembered.
"You remember my new assistant, doctor -- "
"Yeah, we met" Joe nodded at Kroos. He remembered all too well the first time the big hairy musclehead made known his arrival in town.
"Hello again Joe" Kroos extended his hand to shake. Joe looked away to the observation window, seeing his son sitting on the exam table in the other room "I trust business is going well?"
"Yeah fine, just fine" Joe wanted to add: yeah thanks to you and your shady friends! But he had to admit his business had almost doubled since those new "business associates" had somehow steered some big business orders his way. All because he ran into that big ape of a Kroos that fateful evening at the Y. And it wasn't like the two had sex right there in the sauna room, for krissakes! Hell, I still think Kroos put that kid up to it, Joe thought. If not him, then one of those creepy partners. Hell, Joe had been sitting there in the sauna minding his own business and all, and this kid comes into the sauna, looking all of sixteen. The most amazing sixteen Joe had ever seen. And the fact that he even kinda reminded him of Billy, what with his perfect blond hair and perfect tight muscular eye-magnet physique-magazine of a toned young body. Joe did everything he could to ignore the kid sitting there, his knee almost pressing into Joe's shoulder, and he was about to leave when the kid started talking to him. About everything and nothing. Joe wanted to leave, he really did, but the kid just kept talking and asking him about everything and nothing, and once the kid started asking Joe about deer hunting, Joe was hooked. The two were so busy talking Joe barely noticed the kid's towel had come unknotted. What he did notice was the kid kept scratching that wet flesh just above where his perfect blond pubes started, and the more he scratched the more flesh he exposed as his towel got all undone and then he was sitting there with his towel open in the front, his dick and balls all out in the open, and that's when Joe almost got up to leave but the kid was real insistent on asking Joe about different rifles and types of blinds and on and on and all the time scratching and rubbing that area on his lower belly until he noticed Joe staring, offering an excuse it was a bug bite and he was all bit up from running around butt-ass naked the night before skinny-dipping with some buds of his, and he got so distracted when one of his buds started a circle jerk he didn't notice the mosquitoes were descending like locusts on all that naked flesh and
"I'm not grossin y'out, am I?" the kid looked down at Joe's reddening face.
"Naw, I... I mean..." Joe pressed his thighs together, keeping his hands in his lap.
"Damn..." the kid looked down at himself, seeing his long cock start to pull up from his pink balls "damn look at that, y'won't tell will ya?"
"T-t-tell what?"
"I get... y'know..." giving his circumcized cock a tug "hell... I think I'm always horny..."
"Lucky you" Joe knew he had to leave or else this kid would sit right there and jack himself right in Joe's face. And Joe was getting up to leave, struggling to keep his towel over his crotch when the damn sauna door opened and this huge hairy bodybuilder stood there blocking Joe's escape. Hell the dude was wider that the doorway it looked to Joe and Joe knew this dude could break him in two if he wanted. And that's when Joe's eyes followed the big dude's eyes down to the kid's crotch. Not only was the kid bone hard, but that dick was shiny and wet. Joe sputtered and stammered but it looked real bad. That's when the big guy grabbed Joe's arm and dragged him out of the sauna like Joe weighed little more than that kid himself. Joe tried to explain; Kroos -- as he introduced himself -- pointed out to Joe he was lucky nobody else interrupted his fellatio on that underage kid. Joe got angry; Kroos got serious. Joe tried to back away; Kroos pinned him against the wall.
By the time the two had come to a provisional understanding, Joe knew Kroos was holding all the cards. Not that Joe was truly guilty of any wrongdoing. Not yet. But that was all to change. What began as an incriminating and unfortunate misunderstanding led to deeper and more damning involvements over the next few weeks.
"I am glad you could free the time today" Kroos indicated a spot for Joe. Of course it was facing the observation window and Billy in the main room.
"Like I fucking had a choice, huh Kroos?"
"Do you feel our arrangement is...?"
"Why Billy? What's he got t'do with this? I thought this was just between the two of us?"
"I'll let you two sort this out" Doc Reynolds delivered Joe and knew it was his place to return to Billy and his physical. He left Joe and his executioner alone in the observation room.
"Perhaps you would be as interested in... this..." Kroos flipped a few nobs. Joe heard:
"I apologize for the interruption" Doc Reynolds returned to the main exam room "so where were we?"
"We were finishing up, right?"
"Very funny" the doc indicated the exam table "if you could lean back and relax."
"Ah... doc..." Billy was in no hurry to show the doc why he was hunched over, his hardon safely disguised for the time being "maybe we... ah..."
"Just relax. We'll make this as painless as possible" grabbing the blood-pressure cuff.
Billy shrugged and blushed and leaned back. The front of his gown was spotted with sweat and worse.
"Whatever you find arousing young man" the doc smiled his most benign smile "I am sure it will pass. Now..." and the cuff was fastened around Billy's arm with a certain flourish. As Billy feared the more the doc pumped it up, the harder his dick got. All he could do was lie there and hope the panic would pass. He closed his eyes because the last thing he wanted was to see the doc's gaze directed towards his midsection. The stethescope hopped from his arm to his chest before Billy could react.
"Now if you could sit up again" and then it was exploring his back while Billy's deep breaths sent even more blood down to his crotch. The doc exhausted his list of things to examine and had to say "well if you could stand up, you know what is next. I had hoped your erection might have subsided by this point, but..."
"I'm sorry doc. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There's nothing 'wrong', Billy. I simply don't know what you could find so... hmmm... stimulating about this exam. Do I embarrass you?"
"NO!" Billy thought the comment was crazy. His dick was embarrassing him, not the doc! "shit! -- I mean, hell, you're my family doc! I've known you since -- "
"Then perhaps you would be more comfortable if my assistant finished your exam" the doc removed his latex gloves, making several notes in Billy's file "and besides, I have other responsibilities today beyond a young man who would rather be anywhere on this warm spring Saturday than in a cold, sterile doctor's office."
"No, I mean" Billy folded his hands in his lap, thinking: this doc must be a bit crazy in the head if he thinks it's cold in here! It's a fuckin furnace in here!
"If you will excuse me" and just like that he was gone.
"Wait!" Billy yelled "I gotta go to the bathroom" but the door had long closed. He looked around the room, the sink seeming the best option. He was half-way there, his big boner leading the way thinking: fuck, it's a doctor's office. A little piss in the sink is the least of the gross things that have gone on in the place I'm guessin. He looked around again, almost expecting someone with a camera to burst into the room yelling, Caught Ya! But he was alone. He squeezed his cock downwards towards the sink but pissing through this super-bone was more of a problem than he needed. And that weird mirror against the opposite wall kept giving him the willies for some odd reason. Okay Billy, he thought to himself, you can stay here and hope to get a piss going before someone comes back and busts your ass but good, or you can do something smart. For some odd reason, he had this shivery hunch more than his piss depended on his next move. His nerves were all jangley, his heart was still racing, he knew this day was going to be one of "those days", something to tell his friends about over and over until they screamed for mercy. So that's when he decided he was going to do something totally crazy and rash! He was going to find the real john!
With his paper gown barely in place Billy was out the door and in the hall. He knew the bathroom was one way or the other, fifty-fifty fer krissakes. He headed to his left, seeing another door half-way down the hall. He was about to open the door when he got those goosebumps again, all shivery spooky. So he double-backed the way he came, seeing a door at the far end. He was about to open that door --
BAM!!! his ass hit the floor, this bigger than huge guy towering over him!
"What ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!" slamming into Billy's solar plexus, his ass feeling the floor vibrating with the booming bass voice. Billy was too flabbergasted to realize he was lying with his gown somewhere up around his chest. All he could focus on was this huge hairy steroid-swollen goliath rapidly pulling a white lab coat over his huge hairy arms, the gray polo shirt stretched so tight Billy could almost see through it. The black curly hairs at his throat had to continue down and cover that huge chest, what with the way the shirt was darkened and bumpy. It took what felt like a half-hour for Billy to croak out,
"I--ah eh I mean..." and before he could sputter more a huge hand grabbed him and yanked him to his feet.
"I am truly sorry, I hope I did not scare you" which was exactly what he was doing and more.
"I ah... I was just..."
"Why are you in the hall? Were you...?"
"I was, I mean, I needed to..."
Kroos' eyes were all up and down Billy, his eyes returning to Billy's straining hardon, taking in the gown, back to the hardon, the blush down to his thighs, all of it.
"If you were looking for the bathroom -- "
"Yeah that's it, I was -- "
"I suggest you return to your room and the doctor will be with you in a moment."
"But..." Billy felt himself directed back the way he had come, the grip around his bicep somewhere between firm and brutal. His full bladder, his relentless bone, that disastrous flash of his naked bod lying on the floor, all of these were almost secondary in his mind. His main focus was this giant mountain of jack-off material inches from him, inches from pounding him into a pile of bloody mush! Billy could not imagine his short life ending with a bigger or better bang!
In something resembling a sex-crazed fog, Billy was guided back into the exam room. If Kroos had not put Billy onto the table, the kid would have collapsed onto the floor, his legs just worthless stumps of jelly.
"Now wait here. And please do not leave this time" and Kroos was gone.
Billy sat on the table shaken and stunned. What the FUCK just happened? He had been about to grab the doorknob to what he assumed to be the bathroom and this hairy godzilla knocked him on his butt! And there's Billy lying on his ass, naked and hard, at the feet of what had to be the biggest hairiest stud he had ever seen! And was that a white lab-coat he was trying to put on to cover up all those muscles? Did this ultimate stud work here? Billy's hand was tugging at his cock before he realized what he was doing.
Billy closed his eyes, hoping he would wake up back home in his bed with a soggy stain on his sheets and none of this had ever happened. If he could just do this day over, maybe he could salvage his summer, his school year, himself! And the first thing he would do would be to get this boner under control. Even if he had to brace himself against his door when he dad came knocking. Like he always seemed to do just when --
KNOCK KNOCK!
Billy jumped several feet off the exam table!
"Billy?" the doc came through the door "I am sorry for the interruption."
"D-d-doc, it's okay, I mean..."
"I had a word with my associate and I'm afraid I might be called away to other responsibilities but if you have no objections he might be able assist in finishing your exam. It won't take much longer than another half-hour I assure you but" Billy could see how flustered the doc looked. And Billy was the master of fluster at that moment "I have other patients to attend to. Well?"
No more choices, Billy's head yelled, I can't decide I can't decide. He closed his eyes and heard the door close. Yeah I want this thing over, I want another chance, another Saturday, I want a do-over!
"Do what?"
Billy's eyes flew open at the sound. He almost had to rub his eyes, it was too much to take in.
"Billy, this is my assistant, Doctor Kruszhervokrsksk-- never mind, I can't pronounce it either" the two looked at each other like amateur comedians "but he will finish your exam, you agreed it would be all right" sounding like a question. Billy could barely nod yes or no. What with the way his head was swimming.
"Hello... Billy" Kroos looked at him. Billy felt like a bug on the windshield "how are you today?" holding out his hand. Billy did not remember if he shook his hand or not before the room started spinning.
"Very well, I'll leave you to finish" and the doc was gone.
"Well" sounding like a question. Kroos picked up the notes and spent some length of time reviewing them. Billy looked everywhere but at what that white coat was barely containing "perhaps if you lay down on your back again."
"Doctor... Kroosh?" did he really hear him say: again?
"Yes Billy? May I call you Billy?"
"Yeah... about y'know before... I'm sorry -- I mean I didn't..."
"In good time" snapping on the gloves "now we need to check a few things. I promise this will not be painful. Now if you will..." yes Billy saw him staring at his hardon "relax."
Against his better judgment Billy leaned back onto his elbows, trying not to draw any more attention to his cock pushing up the front of his damp, stained, and now torn gown. But that was a very hopeless cause. He closed his eyes and felt the clammy hand push him onto his back. First one, then the other nipple was palpated, then several areas around his chest and under his arms, each one more erotic than the next. Twice Billy flinched when he felt his cock spasm, threatening to do worse than just swell and twitch. The doc had to know what he was doing, what effect his hands were having on Billy. Aside from the occasional direction or monosyllabic request, Kroos was as silent as Billy for a long time. But the fingers continued to probe and press and rub, working their way lower and lower until Billy had to let out a loud grunt,
"Stop!"
"Does this hurt?" pressing into his lower belly where tight muscle gave way to blond pubes.
"Stop, I gotta piss -- I mean I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Oh" sounding like another question "Is that where you were going when...?"
"Honest, lemme go. I'll be right back" already his legs swinging over the side of the table.
"No Billy" one hand on Billy's chest, blocking any chance of movement. Billy would have needed a bulldozer to move that hand "I will need a urine specimen regardless. You can give me one here" and that beefy paw released its hold.
Kroos went to the counter and pulled a strange plastic pitcher from a drawer. Billy watched Kroos, watched his own feet hit the floor, saw them take a step towards the door and then colored cartoons were swimming and singing in tightening circles around his...
When Billy came to, he was lying on his back feeling a slight breeze bringing goosebumps to his flesh. He glanced down and only then did he take in the fact he was completely naked! And if that was not a sufficient shock to the system he could see and then feel a huge puddle of semen covering his pubes drooling down one hip. He did not know which was worse: he was naked or he was not alone. Standing over him was the big gorilla of the doc and he also was naked standing there is all his hairy uncut glory! Billy almost maybe a second to take that in as well before he realized he was still in the exam room, and there were two bright lights pointing right at them!
"Wha wha what happened?"
"First tell me what you do remember" the big naked wall of a man made no effort to cover himself. Neither did he try to hide how aroused he still was "you were unconscious for..."
"What did you do to me?" Billy felt his lower abdomen, clenching his gut several times "did you fuck me?"
"Is that what you want?" the doc ran his fingers down his hairy belly to his throbbing club of a cock "do you want me to penetrate you?"
"Wait! What is happening?" Billy tried to see past the two bright spotlights, just making out the lens of a camcorder "are you filming me?"
"That was what you requested, do you remember anything?"
"This can't be happening, this is not real! You are not real!"
"Does this not feel real?" the doc grabbed Billy's hand and rubbed it against his hairy pec, then downwards "well?"
"No! I can't! Stop!" Billy tried to pull away, tried to twist himself off the stained table. He had one bare foot on the cold hard floor when all the blood in his head rushed south and he saw stars. Billy's last image was of that massive hairy shoulder two inches in front of his nose.
"Are you feeling better?" Billy opened his eyes trying to focus on a very worried, and very studly face hovering over him. He wanted to think it was that voice that woke him up, but in reality it was his bladder ready to burst.
"I I I I gotta pee r-R-REAL BAD" Billy tried to swing himself off the table, only to see this huge hairy arm in his face. Wait, didn't he just see this already? Was he really naked? But no he could feel the chapping paper around his neck and more than that the huge pressure in his groin.
"Stand up, you are not too steady" the doc directed him to lean against the table "I will help you" directing the plastic pitcher underneath Billy's crotch. He was not sure whose hand pulled his cock down in time, his or the doc's. All he could feel was a gallon of pee shooting out of his firehose, most of it ending up in the pitcher, but not all. After what seemed like ten minutes, Billy finally felt his stream begin to lessen enough for him to let go of his cock. But the doc's arm stayed around his shoulder in a tight hard grip.
"I assume Doctor Krooz left you some kind of instructions?" the doc's head came through the door.
"Yeah, crystal clear instructions and -- " Joe tried to hide his face from the doc, but he could see the blush spreading fast. Joe wished he would not be sticking around for any more of what Joe assumed would be humiliating and more than obscene.
"Then if you'll excuse me" and like he had read Joe's mind, he ducked out the room. Joe looked around the console but the neatly typed card had fallen to the floor. He picked it up and examined it all over again, hoping he had misread it before being interrupted by the good doc. But it still said:
red button on camcorder
push once
return to same spot at console
only then remove all clothing
He read it right. He was supposed to... what? Film himself naked in this exam room? Or was it more of an observation room? Either way he was not keen on showing his goods for a camera. Maybe twenty years ago when he was still in shape, but now? He was thick and his belly was more keg than six-pack and yeah, his dick hard was a keeper but why film him just standing in front of that one-way mirror? For the docs? For some weird medical procedure? All Joe knew he was in no position to argue with that big doc, now that he was in up to his balls. Not anymore, no sir. So Joe went over to the camcorder on its tripod, turned it on and returned to his spot, his cream colored t-shirt already tugging free of his jeans.
"Fuckit!" he directed at the camera "you got no right" but then he kicked out of his shoes, almost expecting the lens to zoom in on his feet. But it sat there on its tripod, barely humming. Only the red light on its side indicated it was consuming every ounce of Joe's fear without so much as a thank-you.
Joe's hand hesitated at his buckle, almost afraid to watch the growing situation in the main exam room. He tried not to see Billy sit up and almost fall off the exam table, but that musclehead of a doc was right there to grab him and prevent his son from tumbling to the floor. When Joe watched both their hands grab Billy's far-from-soft cock he almost choked. He never thought the sight of Billy pissing like a racehorse with that big lug's hand tight around that young cock would have such a strong effect on his own crotch. But when Joe unzipped himself and tugged his jeans past his thick thighs, the front of his white briefs stuck out a good six inches. At first he tried to hide the fact from the camera but soon realized once he turned to toss his clothes on the chair next to him, the camera could not help but document how fast he was heading towards a full out-and-out hardon. And Joe had not even given himself so much as a tug. He was so screwed.
"Now do you think you are ready to finish the rest of your exam?" Doc Krooz put the jug in the refrigerator and was washing his hands "I am sure you must be..."
"I-I-I th-thought we were done already" Billy tried not to look beneath his gown to see if those cum stains really were there "I mean..."
"What is it Billy?"
"It's just... I mean..."
"What exactly?" Kroos returned to the table where Billy was sitting hunched over "are you experiencing some... er... discomfort?"
"No" Billy almost yelled, seeing Kroos putting on the latex gloves.
"If you could stand a moment, I will try to make this as painless as possible."
"Look doc" Billy was not budging "I know you must do the hernial exam and the testicular palpation but -- "
"The what?" catching Kroos in mid gesture "could you say that again?"
"I mean the old turn-and-cough, then grab-the-nads thing" Billy now had an additional reason to blush. Talk about letting the cat outa the bag! Or in his case, the dick outa the pants!
"You seemed to be well versed in medical matters" Kroos' eyes narrowed, seeing the reaction spilling down Billy's neck and chest "from where -- "
"I read alot" Billy had to stall now all the more "graphic novels, doc."
"And in these... 'graphical novels'..." Kroos pointed to the floor in front of Billy "what type of things tend to occur?"
"N-n-nothing really."
"Perhaps you could stand a moment?" Kroos' eyes continued to bore into Billy's face "you know what comes next."
"Fuck yeah" he muttered under his breath. This was the moment of truth and the sooner he got it over with, the sooner the doc would kick his sorry homo ass out of his office. He slid to his feet, his erection leading the way. When the "fag horn" didn't go off, Billy got REAL worried.
"And remove your gown, please" Kroos was all but breathing down on him.
Billy knew he was beaten. He reached behind him and undid the flimsy knot, allowing the gown to drop to the floor in a heatbeat. He closed his eyes, knowing Kroos' eyes back on his boner, bobbing obscenely in front of him, all but drooling precum on Kroos' pantsleg.
"With your medical expertise, perhaps you have some type of theory... for.. this" the gloved hand forming a tight grip around Billy's shaft.
"Fuck!" Billy's eyes shot open, expecting to see a snear or a scowl on Kroos' face. Instead all he saw was cool detachment "don't!"
"I am not familiar with that diagnosis."
"N-n-no I mean don't I'm gonna..." Billy could feel his balls tighten, his week-delayed orgasm already beginning to churn towards its conclusion "I'm gonna gonna cum..."
And just like that Kroos' hand pulled away from Billy's steel-hard cock, letting it throb and swell in the breeze. Billy's hand shot to his cock to finish himself off, not that he was in any control anymore. Only Kroos' speed and strength were able to wrench his hand away in time. Billy was half-mad with desire and lust, thinking only about the need to cum and cum fast.
Joe stood over the console, naked and sweating. He ran his hand through his chest hairs, now damp and sticky from his ordeal. He watched and listened to what his son was doing, seeing him naked and hard like that, well it was almost too much for Joe to endure. He looked down at the amount of precum drooling onto the counter of the console in front of him, trying everything he could to prevent himself from jacking off right then and there, watching Billy getting worked over by that huge doc. By that point the camcorder whirring away beside him was the least of his concerns. He wanted to run into that main exam room and yank Billy out of there before the procedure got any worse. At the same time he wanted to run in there and jump all over him and do all the things he had been wanting to do for so long but the thought of having sex with his own kid was too impossible to process. But not too impossible to contemplate. Or keep him from getting totally boned at the very thought of such a thing. Like he was now. And with that camcorder observing everything minute detail.
He stood there at first, too naked and too shocked to react right away to what he saw developing in the other room. He felt sorry for Billy, knowing his bladder felt like hell, what with the drugs and all the water and everything.
"Perhaps you have some explanation" Kroos kept his grip of Billy's wrist.
"Look doc, it's like this..."
"Yes?"
"You remember how it felt when you were a teenager."
"I was fighting a war when I was your age" Kroos' voice went through several tone changes "and not with my... hormones."
"Look doc, it's not like I been able to cum in a week okay?"
"Are you saying you have been having difficulties ejaculating?"
"Not for not trying doc!"
"Well..." Kroos rubbed his bearded chin "perhaps..."
"Can we just get this over with already?"
"Yes... as you wish" Kroos went to a drawer, returning with a glass tray and more gloves "now if you lie down again on your back."
Billy knew this was going to be the last and worst hurdle. A part of him wanted to get this over with and run home and have a super-marathon jack-off, with the images of this stud doctor still fresh in his brain. But another nagging voice kept telling him his real, important experience was to be here, in this very room. Billy looked around and could not imagine a less sexy location, what with the sterile white walls and medical equipment everwhere. But the focus of the room continued to be this amazing man not two feet away from him. Where the fuck did he come from? Billy kept asking himself. Did he just appear in his town yesterday? He could not imagine such a person, such a foreign person, such a huge, powerful, foreign person not causing a gigantic commotion all over this hicktown and Billy -- or his dad! -- not hearing about it.
So Billy stretched out on the exam table, his hardon pointing at the ceiling, watching the doc snap on another set of gloves. When he saw him squeeze a glob of lube on not one but both of his hands Billy knew this was curtains for him.
Joe watched the big doc grab Billy's hardon with a lubed hand and just hold it a second. Why Joe, or Billy for that matter, did not blow a load right then and there he could not tell. Joe was gripping the console with both his hands so tightly they were starting to ache. He kept his eyes off his own cock, knowing once he did he would lose his battle and pull his nut and that would be it! Instead he kept his eyes glued on that hand on his son's hardon, a bit impressed at those three to four inches free of Kroos' grip. Hell, that would make Billy's cock a good seven to eight inches, almost equal to his old man! And the way that head flared out bright red when Kroos squeezed it around the middle was just like -- damn! Joe could feel his balls churning, hand or no hand. When he watched Kroos' other lubed hand start to work its way beneath Billy's tight ballsac, Joe knew what was coming next. Billy's hips lurched upwards with the invasion, then a deeper flush spread over his face and chest as Kroos' finger went deep into Billy's hole. Kroos' hand did not need to stroke upwards on that swollen cock to produce a large white geyser of cum two feet in the air. Billy spasmed and twisted and yelled, but Kroos' hands kept a tight grip as Joe watched his son explode again and again all over his belly and thighs. Joe needed only to press his crotch against the cold console to finish himself off as well.
"Okay doc you can let go now" Billy tried to make a joke, but Kroos' hand tugging at his cock was not his idea of a joke.
"Let me put this away" Kroos took the pitcher full of piss and put in the the far frig "unless you..."
"Unless I what?"
"Wish to run the urinalysis test yourself?"
"Sorry doc" Billy frowned, not sure which was worse, the hand on his hardon, or his hardon waving free "do I look like a lab technician?"
"You seem to have a rather curious familiarity with medical terminology."
"Too much time in front of the tv, right?"
"I suspect it might be more" Kroos snapped off his gloves "did you ever give any serious thought, did you ever have any interest to enter the medical field?"
"Of course" Billy sat down, the gown covering his interest "but I also wanted to play for the Yankees, and win the Nobel Peace Prize, but -- "
"But I suspect your interest in medicine is more serious, am I correct?"
Billy looked anywhere but his crotch or that muscled doc. Even though he was more-or-less covered, he suddenly felt very naked and exposed. No one, not even his parents, knew he had thought about being a doctor. Or what seriously perverted fantasies were mixed up with those thoughts. And he just knew he was blushing himself into a confession at that moment. Talk about being outed in a big way!
"M-m-maybe..."
"So you have given it serious thought?"
"I... er... I mean..."
"Well, we are here in a doctor's examination room. Let us say you are the doctor" Kroos went over to the exam table, gesturing for Billy to get up. As soon as Billy toppled off, Kroos replaced him on it "and let us say... for a theoretical example, that now, now I am the patient."
"What?!?!" Billy stood there is his stained and tented gown, looking down at Kroos lying on his back, his hands tucked neatly behind his head.
"Proceed with the examination... Doctor Billy."
"Are you fuckin kidding me?"
"Continue."
"Are you serious?" Billy's brain was racing with all of his jack-off scenarios, all his kinky doctor-patient fantasies. But in them HE was always the patient, not the other way around. And yet having this all-you-can-eat mountain of meat just lying there was enough for Billy's brain to do some quick mental re-editing "okay..." shit he might, he just might! get away with this "okay..." keeping his hands from trembling "okay remove your j-j-jack-jacket."
mumble mumble mumble, Kroos replied.
"What?"
"Perhaps your patient does not speak English" Kroos almost winked "you will have to do the examination unassisted" nodding down at his shirt.
"Holy fuck..." Billy stared at him "are you saying...?"
gumble gumble gumble, Kroos replied.
"I don't fuckin believe this" Billy muttered under his breath "okay sit up a second."
Kroos shrugged.
"Right, okay" Billy thought to himself: you asked for it. He gestured for Kroos to sit up, and then grabbed those beefy shoulders to make his point. Kroos grunted and leaned forward, Billy doing most of the heavy lifting. Once Kroos was in a sitting position, more or less, Billy had that lab coat peeled off those linebacker shoulders. When his shaking fingers went to the top botton of that gray polo shirt, he knew it was a matter of seconds before he heard, before he felt! a loud guffah boom out of that barrel chest. But Billy got the first and then the second button undone before Kroos lifted those gigantic arms over his head. The heat coming off Kroos' body went right to Billy's crotch. He no longer made any effort to hide his boner; they both knew this was turning Billy on in a huge way. So that is what he did -- he tugged at the botton of Kroos' shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing the biggest, hairiest, most massive torso Billy had ever seen awake. His cock gave a lurch and globbed another mess of precum onto the front of his gown for both of them to see. There was no longer any point in hiding his intentions,
"P-p-p-please s-s-stand up" Billy croaked out.
When he saw Kroos shrug that expanse of shoulders, still pretending ignorance of the language, Billy mimed Kroos to get to his feet. Kroos shrugged again, again making those fur-covered muscled flex, and swung those thick legs over the side and stood there, shirtless and sweating.
"Y-you should take off your shoes, I guess" seeing the blank stare, or was it a slight smirk. Billy pointed at the shoes, making a tying gesture, hoping Kroos did not try to tie his feet together. But no, Kroos bent down and with a few swift motions, unlaced and then kicked his shoes to the side. But then he stopped.
"I don't suppose you could get out those pants yourself, huh?" knowing the answer. Kroos stood there, almost defiant.
Billy knew this was all going to blow up sooner or later, so he better make the best of it while he still could. His hand went out to Kroos' belt buckle like it was molten hot, expecting the worst. But the big half-naked guy just stood there like a drugged bull before the mallet.
Billy's fingers got the belt undone, then hesitated with pants. His heart was pounding a mile a minute in his chest, his fingers were twitching so bad he felt like a spazz, and that boner of his was all but jamming into Kroos' leg everytime he came within shooting distance. But it was the constant buzzing in his head, the way everything kept swimming in front of his eyes that really worried him. He had never been so turned on, or so totally buzzed before, and how could that not worry him. But there was that little voice in the back of his head that kept whispering, hurry and do it, do it do it! And the whole impossibility of this day only continued to spiral more and more out of control. Telling himself not a bit of this was actually real, and if he pushed this further he truly would wake up, Billy unsnapped Kroos' pants, unzipped him and pushed them to the floor.
Kroos stood there sweating and starting to breathe more heavily. So it really was hot in here and not just me, Billy told himself. I'm not the only one here nervous as all shit. Let's see just how scared this big dude really is!
Billy grabbed the blood pressure cuff and after the third attempt got it around Kroos' massive bicep. He pumped it up and slid the stethescope against the bare muscle, not sure if he was doing it right. Like it really matters in a dream, he scoffed.
Not bothering to write down the results, Billy released the cuff and proceeded to press the stethescope against that mass of chest hair, making sure to play with one or both of his nipples once he found them. When he heard the slight hiss of a gasp, Billy knew this was going to come to a conclusion faster than he would have liked. With the stethescope dangling around his neck, Billy used both hands to rub and fondle Kroos' chest, openly and blatantly ignoring any semblance of a medical exam. He even allowed one hand to go as far as the waistband of Kroos' boxers, knowing that would end the charade once and for all. But Kroos' only reaction was to put his arms behind him, giving Billy total access to everything.
Billy continued to rub and fondle the muscles of Kroos' chest, then that large but muscled abdomen, and down to the waistband. The first few fingers slid beneath it, finding even more heat and more hair. When Kroos sucked in his belly and closed his eyes, Billy's hand found what he wanted; a thick hot shaft where Kroos' cock began. Not letting go of the prize, his other hand went behind Kroos' waist and tugged the back of the boxers down past those huge, firm glutes, massaging and rubbing those hard round muscles even into the wet crack, and continued tugging the shorts until they were around his knees. Kroos just stood there, naked and exposed.
Billy's hands encircled that thick cock, then those low dangling hair-matted balls, rubbing and tugging until he felt something he never would have imagined, even in the most vivid and explicit of his wet dreams. That tube in his fist started to lengthen and harden!
Which only made matters worse!
If only he had Kroos -- or anybody! -- to tell him what to do next! If this was supposed to be a "real" exam, then Kroos would be telling him: do this next, do that now. But he stood there, silent and boning! What was he going to do?
That's when he heard that little voice again saying: do what you always wanted, no one will stop you, you're calling all the shots now.
So Billy practically pushed Kroos back down onto the exam table, almost tumbling on top of him in the process. The big guy barely had his legs pivoted around before Billy's mouth and Kroos' cock collided with a loud fast gulp. He swallowed several inches before the realization hit him; he was sucking a cock! Finally he was sucking a real man's cock! His free hand almost made it to his own cock before he felt himself bursting out his week's worth of hot cum. Billy's last image was of something hard and spongey emerging from the end of that thick uncut tube and pushing itself deep into his spasming gut.
Dr. Reynolds opened the door to see Joe trying to wipe the evidence off the console in front of him. He kept his poker face on and pointed to a drawer next to Joe's right thigh,
"There is a letter there for you. Please read it."
Joe stood there still flushed and completely humiliated. He knew the doc was not actually angry with him, but he could not imagine he was pleased with what he just saw. He finished trying to clean the shiny metal surface, then slid open the drawer expecting something horrible to spring out and bite him. But as the doc mentioned, there was nothing there but a folded sheet of paper. He picked it up with a sticky, shaking hand and read it:
Mr Herns
If you are reading this, then it means that you have succumbed to temptation and ejaculated while in this exam room.
The stimulus for this sexual release could be no one but your own son. We both understand the implications of this.
We both know the consequences for this.
Do not try to dismantle the recording device.
It has already sent the relevant file to a safe storage area.
If you wish it to remain there, and you wish to keep both yourself and your son from harm's way you will do the following exactly...
Joe finished reading the instructions, swearing under his breath, but knowing his ass was already fried. All because he let himself -- and now his son Billy -- be trapped in this stupid blackmail mess. And for what?
As indicated in the note, he found the items in the second drawer. Now he really started cursing, seeing the size of the damn thing. He had never, ever shoved anything up his ass before other than a finger or two. Or that candle. And that vibrator of his wife's didn't really count. But this! This thing looked it would rip him in two!
He lubed it up with the pale yellow cream thoughtfully provided and inched it between his cheeks. The gel felt cooling and soothing when it hit the flesh. It was rubbing against his puckered hole when he remembered that damn camera. He went over and tried to either disconnect it or at least pop the cassette free, but the thing continued to hum away. Damn, how long would that damn tape play for? He looked at the clock on the way, a bit shocked to see only about a half hour had passed. He was so fucked!
He went back to his spot in front of the window and bent forward, easing the damn bazooka at his hole again. It almost felt a bit numb where he had been prodding before, and with a slight bit of groaning and stretching he got the wide head of it past his ring. It felt like he was shoving a cantalope up there but it stayed in place. Once the shock and disgust of what he was doing had passed, he managed to jam the remaining five or so inches into him, until the thing was completely inside. It was smooth and somewhat pliable, but still hurt like hell!
He found the metal and plastic straps and twisted them around his cock and balls according to the instructions. And just his luck, he started to thicken again, even though he had just popped off a load not two minutes before. But he had to admit the way the rings pulled his balls down and apart, the way his cock got all pumped and red, it almost looked hot. He was just getting into it when he realized he had to flip the switches on the box he pulled from the drawer last. Once he did that, he almost didn't notice Billy waking up in the main room.
"You lost consciousness" Billy opened his eyes to see the swirling patterns assemble themselves into a bearded face "are you feeling better?"
"What, what happened?"
"That is what we must discover, it appears" the face went away and Billy did his best to resolve the ceiling tiles into neat straight angles for a change. The cord around his neck felt like a noose. Without asking he undid the knot and pulled the wet gown away from himself. Why was the front of his body all wet?
"What happened? Did I pass out?"
"Yes you did. For approximately four and a half minutes."
"Approximately?" Billy leaned forward, trying to see if the big doc got the joke. But all he saw was the broad expanse of that white lab coat stretched across Kroos' back "did something happen?"
"Yes" Kroos turned, concern and something like annoyance on his face "as I said, you lost consciousness" seeing the loosened gown "is that bothering you?"
"I thought I was gonna choke t'death."
"Very well" Kroos removed it completely from Billy's sweaty front "now, are you more comfortable?"
"I'll be more comfortable when this is over."
"Well, I am sure there is no place you would rather be than here" Kroos knit his brow "I mean to say..."
"I get your meaning" Billy looked down at what Kroos was doing. The gloves were on -- back on? -- and he was lubing several fingers "didn't we just..."
"Just... what?"
"I thought we did this already... y'know... the rectal exam and..." but he was too spooked to finish it. The rectal exam, and the part where you jacked me off, and then you got naked and then...
"Now if you would not mind..." easing the business hand between Billy's thighs. When the first finger went in more smoothly than Billy expected, he suspected something was real wrong about this. And if he really had cum already -- twice? -- why was he still painfully hard? But that concern evaporated when Kroos' other hand went to Billy's hardon with a great deal of precision.
"Need another sperm specimen?"
"Yes -- I mean... another?" but Kroos' forehead was twice as knotted. Billy had a bad hunch something was not totally on the up-and-up here. In spite of how good that gloved hand felt on his bone. He was going to see how far this little game would go.
He inched his way higher on the table, pretending to be pulling away from the invasion to his butthole. After the third time he did that, Kroos had to come around to the side of the table to continue his proddings. As he did, Billy's arm fell to his side, pressing the back of hand against the front of Kroos' pants. And Kroos was indeed hard!
"This will only be a few moments more" Kroos was breathing more heavily than Billy thought normal "are you comfortable?"
"Yeah, just fine" Billy closed his eyes, his hand pressing harder against the fabric "don't stop, okay?"
"Are you sure?"
Billy's response took the form of an unmistakeable grope against that hard tube in Kroos' pants. Well, let's see if this whole thing is as bogus as it seems, he thought. He rubbed up and down the tube several times, using the same rhythm as Kroos' hand on his own cock to make his point. When Kroos did not pull away, Billy's fingers went in for the kill! He tugged at the zipper and slid it down in one smooth motion. Beneath he felt nothing but skin! Busted!
"You. Should. Not.. Do... that" Kroos got out between gulps. By the time he had finished the sentence, his hard cock was out and pressing against Billy's hip. Billy ignored the comment and started to rub the head up and down against his wet, slippery flesh. Kroos groaned all the more. Billy rolled onto his side until it was his ass cheek that was rubbing against Kroos' cockhead "no Billy..."
"Do it, doc..." Billy bent backwards until Kroos' lubed hand and cock were competing for Billy's slippery crack "go on..."
"You want me to penetrate you?"
"Do it doc!" and Billy felt those fingers leave his hole. His butt had barely cooled before he felt the blisteringly hot cockhead press against him. Billy summoned the last bit of strength and slammed his hips backwards until he saw stars.
Joe really tried to keep his hands away from his cock once the throbbing and tingling began inside him where that device was shoved against against that sweet spot way inside his rectum. But when the tingling spread to his stretched balls as well, the temptation was too overwhelming. He started jacking away like a madman, watching the situation degenerate between his son and the naked gorilla in the other room. He felt his balls try to pull up but the straps and loops were preventing it. But they did not prevent the most gut-wrenching, eye-popping orgasm from doubling him over the console, his cum flying everywhere! Even after his cock become too tender to stop he couldn't. He continued jacking and pulling like he had lost all control over his body, his hips spasming and his eyes glued to what he was seeing.
Billy's head tried to grasp what was going on. He could feel the thick cock down his throat, could smell the tang of the hairy crotch, could feel the racing heartbeat against his chest, the front of his naked body stretched over all that burning hairy flesh, and then he felt a mouth reach upwards and swallow his own cock. He tried counting to ten to make the miracle moment last, feeling their two bodies glued against each other, Kroos' body heat rising up and burning him, the way their two mouths fell into an odd rhythm, but Billy only counted as far as six before his cock turned inside out and started gushing load after load someplace warm and tight. He never made it to eight.
Billy woke up lying on his back, the ceiling tiles in nice neat rows above him. He reached up to rub his eyes, but his hand caught in a fold of his paper gown. It felt oddly cool and dry against him.
"What happened?"
"You lost consciousness I regret to say" Kroos came over to lean over him, almost hitting Billy's nose with his stethescope "I trust you are feeling better?"
"I passed out?"
"Yes I am afraid you did" Kroos walked back to the counter washing his hands "right after you gave me your urine specimen. But you are a healthy young man, I am sure you will be fine."
"Urine specimen?" Billy propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Kroos then down at himself. He expected to see his hardon betray him yet again but he was completely wet-noodle soft! So he did blow a load? That was all real? "that's all? Just a urine specimen?"
"Were you anticipating something additional?" Kroos did not hide his smirk.
"Y'mean... like... I mean no rectal exam or -- "
"Of course not!" Kroos coughed "unless you are a very healthy looking fifty-year old."
"But... I mean..." Billy pulled up his gown, expecting to see the cum puddles everywhere. He even ran his hand between his thighs expecting to feel the greasiness "but... I thought..."
"You had passed out, perhaps from jogging here this morning in the heat, or -- "
"I didn't jog!"
"Or perhaps due to holding your urine for too long of -- "
"That wasn't MY idea!"
"But we will check your lab results to make sure..."
"What about the cameras! What about..." pointing back and forth between Kroos and himself. Kroos only looked puzzled.
"Sometimes the mind plays cruel tricks on itself" Kroos shrugged and turned. But not before Billy noticed a small stain on the front of Kroos' pants.