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A NIGHT AT THE GENTLEMEN JACKSTERS

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by TOM a continuation of "DONALD SPENDS THE NIGHT" and "PRIVATE LESSONS" It was late on a Friday afternoon when I first got the word. My parents were planning to be gone over the coming weekend. Would I mind house-sitting again? With those words, another chance for first-class, grade A sex dropped suddenly and squarely into my willing lap! Of course I wouldn't mind, especially with my best friend and bed partner of choice, the playfully uninhibited Donald there as my overnight guest. With him to share it with me, my bed always became a joyously exquisite sexual playground. I trembled at the mere thought of another night of naked fun with him! Then, almost at the hour he was to turn up, the phone rang. It was Donald. "I can't stay over there with you tonight." "Oh." The vision of wiggly, giggly Donald, naked in my arms, slowly faded. "Y'see there's this party... I got invited to it...." "oh." I leaned against the wall, suddenly very tired. ".....AND you're invited TOO!!" "OH!" Suddenly I wasn't so tired. "That's GREAT! When is it?" "About an hour from now. Think you can get ready? I think it's very informal. Y'know, school clothes, something like that. It's something Darren and Kenny are going to and they're taking us along! And y'know......." Donald lowered his voice to a sexy whisper. ".....I think it's going to be all guys there.... y'know...guys who like guys?" "OH WOW!" "See ya in an hour then." I ran up the stairs two at a time and took a quick shower. Then, just as a precaution in case things took a sexual turn later, I slipped on the newest, cleanest, most intact pair of shorts and T-shirt I could find. After that I put on the cleanest clothes a quick search of my musty closet could produce. My best shoes were none too good, scuffed and badly in need of a polish. I had scarcely begun doing that when both the doorbell rang and an imperious carhorn sounded in the driveway, fully 20 minutes early. Opening the front door, I saw the first clue of the evening that lay ahead. There was Donald, dressed immaculately in his best suit, and looking distinctly uncomfortable. A white, over-sized, stretch-body limousine complete with chauffeur waited outside with the door wide open. "Donald! You said I didn't have to dress up! What's with the suit and tie?" Donald shrugged. "I guess I should have called you back.... I was guessing.....I guess." "Guessing? Now I've got to change my clothes and finish my shoes! I can't go out like THIS! LOOK AT ME! One shoe's shined. One isn't! I'm a SLOB compared with you!" The limo's horn sounded again. Curious neighbors began peeking out. Kenny leaned out the door, gesturing frantically for us to hurry up. Finally, he dashed up the walkway. "Guys! Come ON! We're outta time! You can talk on the way there!" "I've gotta shine my other shoe," I protested. "Isn't there time?" "SCREW your other shoe!!" In complete exasperation, Kenny picked us up, one under each arm, and dashed to the limo in something like a dead run. He dumped us unceremoniously on the floor and jumped in. The limo was moving before he could get the door shut. Kenny shook his head. "Dare, what IS it with LITTLE guys like these two?? They don't have half a brain between them! Donald, the Dongmeister here, gets the time wrong then floods the bathroom. Tomcat here wants to take MORE time to shine his OTHER shoe and he didn't know we were going formal! GEEZ LOUISE!! What else can go wrong? The doors shut at six o'clock sharp! We'll never make it now!" Darren looked down and laughed as Donald crawled between his legs and hid his face. "Oh, it's not as bad as all that, Kenny. We can always get in somehow. I've got the key to the service elevator. It won't be the splashy entrance you had your heart set on making, but coming in through the kitchen is better than nothing!" We reached dizzying speeds on the expressway and howled around the tight exit ramp that led to a wide boulevard. Suddenly we were in the most prestigious part of town, the part where the glittering skyscraper apartment buildings line up side by side for block after luxurious block. With no warning, we dove into a narrow disreputable alley, hit a speed bump and ground to a smoky, squealing halt beside a rusting iron door. The chauffeur opened the door of the limo, helped us get off the floor, then tipped his hat as if that wild ride was daily routine. Then the tires screeched and he was on his way again. Darren pulled open the heavy, squeaking door. We went inside and got into a small freight elevator. He produced a key and inserted it into the elevator's control panel. A grimy button was punched and the elevator began its slow and lengthy crawl upwards. The mystery of our destination had made me apprehensive from the start, but by the time we'd gone past the fortieth floor, I had become something a great deal more than apprehensive. "What sort of party is this?" I finally blurted. "I think I know!" Donald broke in excitedly. "Is this the one you promised you'd take me to when I was old enough? The 'Gentle Jerks' thing?" Darren smiled and shook his head. "Not the 'Gentle Jerks', Donald, it's the 'Gentleman Jacksters' and, yes, that's where we're going!" "WE'RE BEING 'NITIATED!" Donald clapped his hands, whistled and cheered, unable to contain his excitement. The elevator shaft rang and echoed with his joyous noises. "'Nitiated' into what?" I was still in the dark and getting more nervous by the minute. "You'll find out." Now that he was in on it, Donald had turned enigmatic. The elevator bumped to a halt. One of its two doors opened automatically and we were looking into a large kitchen. An elegantly dressed older man stood there smiling, his arms open wide in greeting. "DARREN! I'm so GLAD you could make it! OH! And here's KENNY, my FAVORITE REDHEAD DOCTOR, making a HOUSE CALL!! KENNY, JUST LOOK AT YOU! Why, you've grown even TALLER than BEFORE!" He embraced and kissed them both. "And who is that hiding there in the darkness?" He shaded his eyes, peering into the elevator at us. "Darren, did you bring your little prot�g�s like you promised? OH YES! YOU DID, YOU DID!! And which one of you beautiful boys is Donald?" Donald stepped out into the light, leading me by the hand. I tried to hide my unshined shoe behind my other leg. "Oh ! YOU'RE Donald!!" the man cried joyfully. "I'd know you anywhere! You look JUST like your big, beautiful brother here! How glad I am to have FINALLY met you! Darren has spoken about you so often! The night he told us you were gay we all cheered! It was just like a birth announcement!" He embraced Donald and kissed him too. "Darren, the lad kisses VERY well! I can tell he's had a GOOD teacher! Do you plead guilty to INCEST? My court will be very lenient on you: Time off for bad behavior!" Darren smiled and shook his head. "Nope, Judge, I'm innocent of the charges." He pointed a finger in my direction. "There's your guilty party, your honor!" "THOMAS!" He all but screamed out my name. "YOU'RE THOMAS, DONALD'S BOYFRIEND! Darren has spoken of you so highly!! I just HAD to meet you!! KENNY! LOOK at them! Aren't they CUTE?! PERFECTLY MATCHED, just like BOOKENDS!" "Yep," Kenny agreed, "When they go to bed, it's always a fair fight!" The judge rapped a large wooden spoon on the countertop. "The court hereby finds them ready for the Gentlemen Jacksters and sentences them to an evening of masculine companionship without the possibility of early release! The sentence to be carried out immediately! Let's go!" The judge pushed open the swinging door and left the kitchen. As we followed, I whispered in Darren's ear, "Is he really a.....?" "Judge?" Darren whispered back. "No, but he plays one on television." I had no idea what I really expected to see when I followed the others out of the kitchen that evening. I know I was stunned when I saw that roomful of elegantly well-dressed, well-mannered men, drinking cocktails and chatting quietly. Here were doctors, lawyers, executives and well-known actors, mixed in with strikingly handsome younger men, all of them exquisitely dressed in tastefully coordinated shirts, ties and slacks. THESE were the Gentlemen Jacksters?! Suddenly, I was aware just how obscenely out of place I was in my humble, patched up school clothes. A cold wave of panic swept over me and I began sweating. As discreetly as I could, I tried to edge back towards the kitchen door. Then a firm steady hand settled on my shoulder. It was Darren. He smiled and steered me back into the room. "You're upset because of your clothes, right? You don't think you fit in." "Right." "Wrong. You do, believe me. In a few minutes, when the meeting starts, we shall all be delightfully equal. Then you shall have nothing to worry about!" Youthful butlers were circulating through the group, holding trays of cocktails high over their heads. One went by us, heading for the kitchen. Darren stopped him, got two soft drinks off the tray and handed them to Donald and me. He poured a small helping of his whiskey into both. "Drink up, Guys. It does wonders for stage fright." The lights began dimming. The soft glow of pink and orange bulbs mixed their light with that of the cheerful fire in the fireplace. Before my eyes, the room was transforming. I could feel it becoming cozy, warm and intimate. Conversations slowly tapered off in expectation. The meeting was about to begin. The judge rang his glass for attention. "The appointed hour is at hand. All of our membership is present. I hereby declare this meeting of the Gentlemen Jacksters in session." I had been at plenty of meetings before. None of them had prepared me for this. With those words declaring the meeting open, everyone quietly began taking off their clothes. The youthful butlers, now totally naked and stunningly beautiful, were moving through the group, helping the members undress, then carefully folding their clothes and placing them in marked paper bags. My mouth must have been hanging open by then. Never had I seen so many beautiful men revealing themselves before me in one thrilling panorama of emerging nudity. Darren tapped me on the shoulder and directed my attention to the youthful butler standing naked beside me, holding a bag with my name on it. "You too, Thomas. Don't keep the young man waiting. You were worried about your clothes? Be done with them. Put them in the bag and show us your true beauty." Never had I been more relieved and grateful for the opportunity to strip naked in the presence of strangers. I did the job quickly until only my shorts remained. Then, with the sense of commitment that goes with the act, I slipped them down and stepped free, naked and ready for whatever my evening with the Gentleman Jacksters held for me. An arm draped on my shoulder. It was our host, the judge. Donald was already under his other arm. The judge smiled at each of us in turn, then moved us near the center of the room. Nearby a spotlight suddenly illuminated a circle of the floor in brilliant pink light. The membership sensed what was next and fell completely silent as he spoke. "The first order of business tonight is the initiation of two new members to our group. Do all of you remember the number you were given when you arrived here tonight? Yes? Good! Their initiation consists of spending a sexually impassioned hour with one of our current members. The proper bedroom facilities are set up and waiting. The initiates themselves choose their sexual partner. They do so by the random selection of a number between 1 and 30. If your number is called, please step forward and claim your prize! Shall we start with Donald, our auburn haired beauty? Step forward, Donald! Let everyone get a good look at what one of our very lucky members will be possessing." All eyes were locked on Donald as he stepped into the spotlight and slowly revolved to face everybody in turn. His smile turned wicked. I knew Donald well enough to know that he was beginning to enjoy this game of showing off. Impulsively, he decided to take it further, teasing both his cock and the crowd with a tickling finger. He began getting an erection. Finally, someone broke the rapt silence to ask, "How big does your boner get?" "Depends" Donald replied. "If I'm just jacking off, maybe 7 inches... But if I'm naked in bed with a guy who really knows how to get me hot, maybe 8 inches, maybe more...." "Get really hot then," a trembling voice commanded. "Show us how big you can get." Donald closed his eyes and began making love to himself. His left hand slowly traced the contours of his face and throat, while his right hand drifted downward to caress the cockhead that had already grown heavy and swollen. His curious left hand moved to his nipples, already hard and awaiting his touch, then lingeringly across his concave belly to explore the mysteries of red pubic hair . His mouth fell open and he panted and moaned softly. Answering moans came back from the group. Here and there, erections sprung up and were being slowly stroked. Donald began stroking too, first with one hand and then with two. His swaying body began a sensual ripple that began at his shoulders and pro- gressed down to his ankles as he humped through his fists. More and more of his cock protruded through his caressing grip as it quickly grew longer. His cockhead flexed and began to glisten. The members crowded in closer, rejoicing in the first glimpse of a clear stickiness oozing from the slit. Donald took his hands away so they all could get a better look. Like a beckoning, enticing finger, his cock rose and fell with each beat of his heart. "That's about how big it gets when I'm by myself," he casually informed his audience. "Course, it usually gets about an inch bigger just before I climax and shoot my cum." "Do it! Do it! Let's see it happen!" They breathlessly moved closer. Donald had them in the palm of his hand. He loved hearing them beg. Clearly, he was the hit of the evening. "Nope. Savin' all that for the winner to get!" "Who's it going to be? Haven't you picked a number yet?" others asked impatiently. "Nope...Still thinking 'bout that." "Jack yourself right to the edge and think of a number," another voice suggested. Donald closed his eyes and began stroking while he mentally communicated with the world of numbers. His facial expressions flowed between pain and ecstasy as his body quivered near the brink of orgasm. His muscles spasmed but he stopped just short of release. The head dry flexed twice then a generous string of clear fluid slowly leaked out and hung suspended. The Jacksters groaned with the torture of the spectacle. "I'm getting a number," he said. "And the number is....SEX, I mean SIX!" "Number six," echoed the judge. "Number six please come forward and take him away to yon bed chamber before he explodes on my floor. He is all yours to do with as you will for the next hour of unimaginable sexual pleasure!" "OH! I guess that's me!" A hand shot up in the outer fringes of the group. Heads turned to see who it was. "I've never won anything before. I guess THIS makes up for that!" He was one of the younger members, a college boy and an athlete by the appearance of his lean physique. When he stepped out and walked into the circle of spot-lit floor, his slender cut cock bounced from leg to leg with each step. He and Donald embraced and kissed. The jacksters broke into lusty cheers and whistles that became a bedlam of noise as the boy's cock hardened and rose to touch Donald's. Their erections dueled, bumping and grinding together in a slowly escalating, sexual rhythm. The onlooker's screams of anticipation turned to groans of dismay as the grinning boys coyly broke off their action. "Tell us what you're going to do with him!" someone demanded. "Those are the rules!" "Well..." the young man began, "I'm going to play with this guy until he's so-o-o hot he can't stand another second of it. Then I'm going to mount him and he'll find out what "hot" REALLY means!!" Everyone cheered and applauded as they left for the room with the waiting initiation bed. "Leave your door open," someone called after. "Let us hear your happiness!" Soon, the intense moans of young males in heat echoed from the direction of their room. The springs of the initiation bed began squeaking in a copulatory rhythm. "Oh, he's mounting up ALREADY!" someone said. I'll NEVER wash those sheets!!" Kenny turned to Darren, shaking his head in wonder. "GEEZ! I didn't know your baby brother was a PORNO STAR! LOOK AT ME! I've got a hardon the size of FLORIDA!" The judge signaled for silence once more. "Now you disappointed Jacksters, take heart," he announced. "Remember your numbers. You yet have a chance for sexual ecstasy with our OTHER new member!!" He pushed me toward the circle of light. Now it was my turn and my knees quivered at the very thought of trying to equal the impromptu pornographic performance Donald had given the Gentlemen Jacksters. As it turned out, I wouldn't have to. Someone came up and whispered in the judge's ear. He nodded his assent and pulled me back from the spotlight. Saved by the bell. "Gentleman Jacksters, I'm sorry! This is most embarrassing. A mistake has been made. Thomas has already been spoken for!" Groans of derision and disappointment filled the air. Wadded up slips of paper with "lucky" numbers flew through the air like missiles. A voice spoke up behind me. "Sorry guys! Medical emergency!" A familiar pair of hands settled on my shoulders. They belonged to Kenny. "I know you're disappointed, but Tomcat here is going to have to get a physical......from Doctor Cum." A chorus of oooh's and ahhh's of dawning apprehension swept over the Jacksters as Kenny quickly steered me from the room. It all remained a deep mystery to me. "Kenny, who's this Doctor Cum?" I asked. " And who says I need a physical?" "I do, Tomcat. This is your doctor talking now. I'm taking you to a specialist." In the hall, we paused at the open door of the room where Donald was being initiated. The athletic college boy was on top in complete control. Donald had his legs up and locked across the boy's back. The boy's buttocks were in motion, slowly moving back and forth six or seven inches. At the start of each inward thrust, Donald whimpered urgently. It sounded like he was in agony, but they were kissing passionately and his hands were gliding all over the boy's smooth surging back. At the end of each thrust, his legs tensed, urging his rider on to a deeper penetration. Donald wasn't in pain; he was in ecstasy. We saw a river of clear, viscous fluid dripping off the side of his rigid, trembling belly. "Danny's a real pro," said Kenny in an awestruck whisper. "He's got a skinny 9 incher and he knows how to use it. He's going so deep into Donald, he's touching buttons he didn't even know he had. He'll hold Donald right on the edge for the entire hour." Kenny took my shoulder and gently eased me away from the door. "We'd better not keep Doctor Cum waiting. You're lucky he was available and interested in your case." "My 'case'? Kenny, what do you mean 'my case'?" We came to a closed door with a red light glowing above it. All this talk of physicals had gotten me nervous again. The sound of soft, high-pitched buzzing mixed with groans and unintelligible protestations coming from behind the door did little to help that. "It's your orgasm, Tomcat. It's got me worried. You're WAY out of the normal range. That night we gave you guys the sex lesson, you scared the SHIT out of me! I thought I'd LOST you there for a while! I'm not foolin'Tomcat! We need to check out your orgasm. That's why you're seeing Doctor Cum. He's studied every aspect of male orgasm there is to study. He's observed and filmed hundreds of young guys getting stimulated, having an orgasm and shooting off. He'll evaluate what's going on inside you when you climax." The buzzing raised in pitch and grew louder. The indistinct vocalizations climbed to a level of intensity that was almost a scream, then quickly tapered off. In a moment, the buzzing stopped and the room was silent. Shortly after that, the red light blinked off. "You mean I just go in there and let this sex doctor watch me while I'm coming? How? What do I do? Do I just jack off while he makes a MOVIE of it? This is plain crazy!" "Tomcat, it's simple as pie! You go in there. You lie on the table. Doctor Cum gives you a little bit of stimulation and monitors your body's response patterns on a polygraph. What he's doing to you starts feeling better and better and, in a couple of minutes, maybe three or 4 tops, it happens and you orgasm for him. Then, after you're through squirting off your jizz, you get off the table and go back to the party, no worse for wear! Simple." The door slowly opened. Doctor Cum's very vocal patient stood there panting, wiping his reddish, still engorged cock with a paper towel. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He was naked and disheveled, drenched in sweat from head to foot. I finally recognized him as the quiet young butler who had relieved me of my clothes earlier. He stared at me with a weak, but knowing "boy-are-you-going-to-get-it" smile, then he went stumbling down the hallway, pausing only to look in on Donald and Danny's activities. "Simple, huh?" Kenny ignored my sarcasm and gently guided me through the door into the brilliantly lit, white-tiled room. Inside, the air was heavy with the erotic odor of fresh semen. Then I saw the thickly padded examination table with ominous tubing, wires and straps dangling down. Its paper covering was torn and damp, marking the spot where the noisemaker had reached a climax. Nearby on a metal stand I saw a soggy mound of used paper towels and rubber gloves next to a small calibrated beaker half-filled with the thick white semen he had ejaculated. Now the table waited for me. I felt a cold panic gripping at my guts. A slender, muscular Japanese man wearing green surgical pants stood beside the table, uncoiling colorful wires and lengths of clear plastic hose in preparation for the next examination. Kenny recognized him immediately. He opened his arms wide. "Yoshie! How's Doctor Cum's favorite laboratory assistant? They keepin' you busy?" They embraced happily, laughing and kissing each other. "'Keepin' busy' ain't the word for it, Kenny! We got a 'double header' going tonight! Doctor Cum's taking a smoke break right now, then it's back to the daily grind for him! You should have watched the first guy we did! It was just BEAUTIFUL, a classic type two, force four! A FIVE inch pelvic thrust at climax, rigid neck and shoulders, toes and fingers curled, and Kenny, WHAT AN INCREDIBLE EJACULATION! LOOK at this BEAKER!! ELEVEN cc's in five HUGE spurts, all of it in just SIX seconds!!" Kenny whistled. "That must have been a helluva handjob you gave him! I know from experience you're the best jacker in town, but doesn't your arm get tired after a while?" Yoshie smiled modestly and laughed. "Oh Kenny! No handjobs in HERE. They're a lot of fun to give, but 'way too unscientific for Doctor Cum! We developed an automatic, standardized, "hands off" procedure that gives each guy the identical experience. Take a look at this stimulator we invented. Isn't it incredibly beautiful? Sure, it just looks like a kind of clear plastic cock but looks are deceiving. It stimulates the guy three ways at the same time: vacuum, vibration and electrogalvanically!! Not only that, it pneumatically ADJUSTS to any size penis from three inches to twelve inches and REadjusts as the size of the erection changes! It converts THAT into information we record on the polygraph! Kenny, we're routinely DOING what was impossible a few short years ago!! WE ARE ACTUALLY MEASURING PENIS SIZE DURING AN EJACULATORY THROB!!!" "Wow!" Kenny admired the device. "I'd like to get one of these for parties at the house!" "I'm so glad you came in when you did, Kenny. You'll get a chance to see this baby going to town on a guy! In a few minutes we got a kid coming in who's supposed to be type 3, probably force 7 or 8!! Boy, the table restraining straps are going to get a real workout!! I'm really looking forward to seeing that kid climax! We don't get to do too many type 3's so that makes this a special night. Would you like to hang out and watch all the fireworks, Kenny? Doctor Cum likes fellow physicians to observe his methods." "I'd planned on it..." Kenny moved me forward, nearer the ominous table. "..and by the way, Yoshie, this is the type 3 'kid' right here. His name is Tom but his friends, me at least, call him 'Tomcat'. He's a little worried about what you're going to be doing." Yoshie's eyes widened. "H'lo Tomcat! YOU'RE our type three?! How wonderful!!" He shook my hand but didn't let go. He began pulling me in the direction of the table. "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable, Tomcat? We'll start getting you ready for your examination." He pulled down some fresh paper for me. Before I could say a word, he and Kenny lifted me up and positioned me on the table. Yoshie quickly cinched down the straps on my body, as if I might yet change my mind and bolt headlong for the door. "Don't you worry about a thing," he said. We'll have you going off in no time at all. Doctor Cum's technique is so-o-o pleasurable. You won't be able to resist it for long." Kenny slipped a small pillow under my head then assisted Yoshie in the task of getting the shoulder harness in place on me. Kenny tugged at the harness, testing its fit. "Oh, by the way, you may be calling Tomcat 'wildcat' before the night's over, he's not force 7 or 8, like you expected, he's at least 12 or above!!" Yoshie's eyes widened. "TWELVE??! WOW!! We've never HAD a TWELVE before!" His hands trembled in anticipation as he applied small, dime-sized electrodes to strategic points on my body and secured them with strips of white tape. I saw my heartbeat start marching across the green screen of a nearby oscilloscope. "Once, a few years back, we examined a guy who was a type 3, force TEN. He was this big blond college basketball player. It was awesome, absolutely awesome, Kenny. He had this incredible ectomorphic physique and practically no body hair. He ALMOST broke the table when he ejaculated! We nearly wore the film out analyzing THAT orgasm! But a TWELVE?!! I thought it was a 'typo' on the schedule! Kenny! Are you sure? Did you SEE it happen?" Kenny nodded. Yoshie closed his eyes, hissed through his teeth and clapped his hands. "Oooo Kenny, we are going to make some SEX HISTORY tonight!" Just then , I heard water running in the next room and the sound of hands being thoroughly washed. In a moment, I heard the crisp snap of rubber gloves being applied. Kenny leaned close to my ear. "Now Tomcat, I want to tell you something so you won't panic on us, OK? The doctor's name isn't really "Cum". That's a sorta slang name the med students made up for him a few years ago. Actually, we don't know his name. He could be any one of twenty doctors teaching at the university, but we don't know which one he is. He's concealing his identity until he's ready to publish his findings. So when you see him, he's gonna be in a disguise, OK?" Kenny patted my shoulder reassuringly then he and Yoshie began wrapping blood pressure cuffs very tightly on both my arms. Doctor "Cum"came into the room and stood with his back to us, intently studying some of my "stats" Yoshie had posted on a corkboard. It seemed that he was wearing normal, green-colored surgical "scrub" clothes and headcover until he turned around. Then, in one horrible instant, that perception changed. The oval-shaped hole in his headcover, where you might expect to see a face, had been covered with more green material. Holes for eyes and a mouth had been cut into it. The apparition slowly approached me, rubbing his hands together. "Well, well, what's this? Another fine, firm lad eagerly waiting naked on my laboratory table? He looks impatient to get started so we'd better not keep him waiting any longer. Are we ready to begin here, Yoshie? Are all vital signs showing up on the polygraph?" Yoshie nodded as the doctor checked the tightness of the straps. Briefly, he examined me, letting his exploring hands slowly move across the jittery contours of my helpless chest and belly. Muscles twitched and danced under the electric touch of his probing fingers. Inevitably, both hands moved to the waiting cock and balls and began a silent, stimulating message. Like some friendly puppy greeting a dangerous stranger, my cock betrayed me and joyously sprang to life in his hands. He tickled the swelling cockhead. "I think we'll make a movie star of the lad," he announced casually. He reached up and turned on a bank of photoflood lights above the table. Higher above them I saw the cold glass eye of the movie camera, ready to record the coming upheaval for posterity. But the warmth of the lights felt good on my body and I found myself starting to relax. Unexpectedly, an opaque mask was quickly fitted over my face and the struggling panic broke out anew. A calming hand settled on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. "It's OK, Tomcat." Kenny's voice was soft and nearby "It's to protect your identity." Yoshie leaned against the table, held my cock, and applied a warm slippery lubricant. "This makes it feel so-o-o-o good, Tomcat. It feels so good some of the guys we've had have just gone crazy while we did it to them. It sure happened with that last guy." The front of his pants pressed against my hand. Almost in spite of myself, my fingers learned Yoshie had a full straining erection. Through the thin cloth I felt the outline of his swollen cockhead and found it huge, hot and hard. Though his hands were suddenly trembling with excitement, he continued his work. I felt the "baby" being slipped into place on my cock. A squeeze bulb was pumped four or five times until the "baby" was gripping me tightly. A hiss of air and a sudden sense of vacuum added to the sensation. I heard the paper start moving through the polygraph. Overhead, a purposeful whirring noise hinted the filming had begun. I swallowed, took a deep breath and waited for them to begin doing something. Was I going to go crazy? What kind of noise would I make? "Now, we are ready, lad. Don't you feel the warmth of the lights on your beautiful body? Isn't it relaxing?" Doctor 'Cum' spoke softly, almost hypnotically, as I nodded. "Imagine yourself lying naked on a secluded beach all by yourself. It's a warm, windless day and you want for nothing so much as to share it with someone very, very special." A tiny buzzing sound, more felt than heard, became apparent someplace behind my balls. A pleasing, dull ache started to radiate outward and I began to slowly squirm in response. When the sensations reached the area of my groin, they rapidly intensified. Some muscles in my abdomen spasmed suddenly. "Force 4," Yoshie softly reported. "6 inches and climbing, 80% erection.. He's responding well to the stimuli, doctor.... ...blood pressure 150 over 100, pulse 105.....and climbing. 6.3 inches, 84% erection." "A young man, so much like yourself, emerges from the ocean and slips off his swim-suit. He approaches you and you see the beads of water clinging to his beautiful firm body. He comes closer. You see in his cool green eyes that he means to possess you." The buzzing increased. Yoshie took more readings. "6.5....6.8....7 inches..93% erect." "He kneels before you. And you know he is going to suck you off....in a way that you could never have imagined....He opens his mouth and ....slowly...lowers his head...." The vacuum intensified. It reached a peak then started to flutter in a way that sent hot shock waves of intense pleasure rolling through my body. The buzzing grew louder and became the sound I'd heard through the closed door. My mouth dropped wide open and unexpectedly my shoulder muscles jerked in unison. "Force 6, doctor, all responses are climbing rapidly. "7.1 going for full erection at...7.3 inches..no, 7.5 inches, 100% erect." "You're doing just fine," the doctor whispered. "Don't fight what you're feeling, lad. Welcome it. Embrace it. Allow it to submerge you in a pool of ecstasy. Don't you feel the waves of pleasure flowing over you? Surrender yourself, lad. Let yourself come....." I gasped a losing battle for air and struggled with the sensations that were streaming through my body like an electrical current. Words were impossible. I tried to moan but a curious strangled wail was all that came out. The buzzing intensified and rose in pitch as the merciless device sucked and fluttered ever stronger. My breathing all but stopped. "Let it happen, lad. Don't fight the feeling!! You know you will yield to it!" "Geez, Tomcat! BREATHE for us!" I tried. I managed a loud, explosive gasp and another one twenty seconds later. Each time my body was shaken by a violent spasm. "Force ten.....Force twelve...still climbing." "Geez Doc! You'd better abort this! His fuckin' blood pressure's over the top here!" "No! Not now! Not when we're this close to a breakthrough....." The buzzing rose in pitch again and filled the room with its singing monotone. My body went sharply rigid, breathing now completely impossible. The insane body twitches and jerks were out of control, coming faster and stronger. Another massive spasm jolted me. "Force 18 and climbing. Doctor, I don't like the looks of this! No respiration, pulse is ragged." Another convulsion shook me. "Force 25, doctor!! Now It's OFF the scale!!" "Doc, you sonofabitch! I'm not asking, I'm telling! ABORT THIS FUCKING THING!" In the uproar, a soft melodic chime sounded. "It's too late, Kenneth," Doctor Cum exulted. "His orgasm is initiating! We can't stop it now! WE HAVE TO GO ON FOR SCIENCE!!!" Kenny slugged him in the stomach. It was too late to help me. The muscles in my body began their wrenching contractions. Waves of hot sensation inundated me. The fearful gray fog began its descent, my mouth and throat frozen in a "silent scream". The hips lurched forward and my back arched with electrical intensity. Dimly, I heard the squeak of the stretching leather straps and then the deep, measured glup-glup-glup as eager Yoshie excitedly captured the leaping white sap in the calibrated beaker he'd held ready. Overwhelming body convulsions shook me with each massive contraction. On my left, something metallic ricocheted off the wall of the lab and fell to the floor. Then it happened on my right. Yoshie yelled in pain. "DOCTOR, THE RESTRAINTS ARE BREAKING LOOSE. I'M NOT CAPTURING ALL THE SEMEN!! SOME OF IT GOT IN MY EYE!! OH, IT'S BURNING ME!!!" It took just a few seconds but that monster orgasm seemed to be an eternity of earth-shaking upheavals. Finally, the intensity reached its shuddering peak then tapered off slowly. Spasms slightly less massive continued shaking me, but the flood of white semen had dwindled to a clear trickle. My spent twitching body slowly sank back on the padded tabletop, wet with the sperm Yoshie had failed to capture. Anxiously, he tried to scoop up the precious fluid and convey it into the nearly-full beaker. The tail-leader of the film in the camera began flapping inside its housing. Kenny snatched the mask off my face. "THERE! You've got your fucking film and you've got your goddamned readings!" His face was a close red-headed blur as he felt my pulse and intently studied the pupils of my eyes. I could scarcely catch my breath enough to whisper. He brought his ear close to listen "Kenny... I think...maybe I tore something....I don't think....I can move..." "It's OK, Tomcat, I'LL move you myself. You're getting outta here, NOW!!" Kenny tore at the remnants of the restraints and pulled the electrodes loose with one angry yank on the wiring bundle. Yoshie and the doctor didn't notice. They were studying the poly-graph readings with increasing excitement. Yoshie wildly pointed with a shaking finger. "LOOK, doctor! The force factor climbs in a virtual straight line until it cut off at 25!" "...If ONLY we'd built the restraints stronger! How could we have known about THIS?" "But LOOK! If we extrapolate that line out to the moment of ejaculation, we get....." "FORTY?!! FORCE FORTY?!! IT'S A WHOLE NEW KIND OF ORGASM!! WE'RE COLUMBUS LOOKING AT A SEXUAL NEW WORLD!! WE'LL BE FAMOUS!!" "We'll call it the TYPE FOUR ORGASM," Yoshie exulted. "NO! I HAVE A BETTER IDEA!" The doctor took off his head cover and tossed it high in the air. "WE'LL CALL IT THE CUMMINS ORGASM!! I'LL PUBLISH THIS!!!" Doctor Cummins and Yoshie jumped up wildly in the center of the lab "High-Fiveing" each other. Kenny shook his head in disgust as he gently picked me up and turned to leave the room. Doctor Cummins blocked our way, trying to prevent us from going. "WAIT A MINUTE!" he cried. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH HIM? WE'RE NOT THROUGH WITH HIM! WE NEED TO RETEST HIM TO BE SURE OF THIS!" "You're through with him! Get outta my way before I deck you again!" "BUT...BUT...BUT..." the doctor followed plaintively after. "WE'LL TAKE HIM ON TOURS! WE'LL DEMONSTRATE HIM AT MEDICAL CONVENTIONS!! WE'LL DEMONSTRATE HIM ON TELEVISION TALK SHOWS AND VIDEO CASSETTES, EVEN RADIO!! THERE'LL BE BOOK DEALS, PERSONAL APPEARANCES AT STATE FAIRS AND RODEOS....." Kenny carried me out into the hall and slammed the lab door behind him. "GEEZ!!" he said. "Those guys are JUST FUCKING PLAIN WEIRD!!! GEEZ!!!" Kenny set my feet on the floor to see if I could walk. My leg hurt too much to try. "That settles it, Tomcat. It's bed for you! I'm finding Donald to keep an eye on you." We went by the room where Donald and Danny had been. There was no one there. Only the empty bed remained, looking like a battlefield. A widening circle of dark moisture on the sheet indicated the spot where Donald's initiation had concluded. The search for Donald took us back to the main room where a period of rest was in progress. Behind candle-lit music stands four musicians, wearing powdered wigs and nothing else, were playing a Mozart quartet. Here and there small groups of Jacksters were in quiet cultured conversation about art exhibits, opera or the theater. The young butler we had seen earlier in a state of total dishevelment circulated among them with refreshments. His suave composure had returned completely. Even his pubic hair had been washed and fluff-dried. Kenny caught a glimpse of Danny in one of the groups. We worked our way through the groups of jacksters until Kenny was close enough to get his attention. "Hey, Danny. Have you seen Donald anywhere?" Danny put his empty glass on the butler's tray and began a second drink. "Who?" He squinted to focus his eyes on us. "Donald! The little guy you FUCKED. Remember?" "Oh, him. Dunno." He shrugged and turned his back on us. Kenny threw me over his shoulder and carried me out to the kitchen. Darren was out there wearing only a frilly apron. He was busy baking a large batch of cookies. "Hey Dare! You seen Donald out here anywhere?" "Donald? He isn't out here. Isn't he with you? Care for a cookie?" "Oh Geez, Dare! We can't find him anywhere! I've got a really bad feeling about this! Darren's smile faded and panic came into his eyes. He dropped the baking sheet on the countertop. We dashed out of the kitchen. Darren and Kenny moved through the crowd, asking the Jacksters if any of them had seen Donald. With each negative response, their panic level crept higher. The searchers returned to the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Above the door to Doctor Cummins' sex laboratory, the red light glowed brightly. From within, the ominously familiar sound of high pitched buzzing could be faintly heard. "..If that sonofabitch's got Donald in there...." Kenny threw the door open. The lab was dark and the observation table was empty. Yoshie and the doctor were intensely viewing the films of their work that evening. Both were taking notes and jacking off at the same time. Yoshie invited Kenny to join them. He refused and slammed the door on them. Further down the hall lay was entrance to the labyrinth of sex cubicles. Inside the light was dim and deeply erotic. Everywhere there was the sound and smell of young men in the throes of active sweaty sex. In a cubicle, a small slender redhead youth was humping energetically, riding on the back of another redhead. Kenny pulled them apart and rolled them over. They glared up at us angrily. Neither of them was Donald. Kenny shrugged and lamely apologized. "Oh, sorry guys, we thought you were somebody else." Without a further word, they sullenly resumed their humping. We were beginning to run out of places to search. Again we again passed by the room where Donald had been initiated. Something we'd overlooked in there before became apparent now. A brisk wind had come up outside and the curtains were blowing into the room. The window had been opened wide! Fearing the worst, Kenny and I leaned out and looked. The dark abyss of the city 50 stories below yawned up at us. The light from inside the room cast enough pale illumination out on the ledge to reveal the outline of a bare foot in the shadows. "Holy shit, mutherfuck, mutherfuck..." Kenny mouthed the words softly, over and over until they began to sound like a prayer. Donald was outside on the ledge, standing a short distance beyond our reach. It looked like he was in a trance. His eyes were closed and his arms were extended as if conferring a blessing on the city below. The shrill sirens of the arriving fire department rescue equipment began to echo up from below. Darren slid open the window on Donald's other side and leaned out as far as he could. A searchlight came on, bathing the ledge in an unhealthy white glare. "Donald, I think you'd better come in here." Darren tried to force the panic out of his voice, but didn't succeed. "I think you'd better come in here....right now! Y'hear?" "Naw," Donald replied. "S'nice out here. What a view you get! You oughta see it!" Loud pounding on the door of the apartment sent the Jacksters screaming and running in a vain search for their clothes. In moments, the police and firemen would be rushing into the room. Kenny was shaking, his skin had turned deathly pale. "Tomcat, we gotta do something! God help me, I gotta crawl out there and haul him in!" I pulled him away from the window. "No, Kenny, you're way too big to be out on that ledge! You'll fall! Let me go. I'm smaller so I won't get so close to the edge. I'll grab Donald's ankle and pull him back. Just keep a hold on my leg and don't let me fall!" "...Holy shit, mutherfuck, mutherfuck..." Kenny repeated his litany as I crawled out on the ledge and slowly inched my way along the cold stone toward Donald. With a slight lunge, I grabbed his ankle. It startled him. "HEY, LET GO OF ME!!" he screamed. "DAMMIT!! LET GO OF ME!!" I began pulling him back to the safety of the window. Donald began resisting, kicking at me with his free foot. The tighter I held on, the louder he screamed. Then, in one horrifying instant, his foot slipped and he dropped off the ledge. Only my grip on his ankle was all that was keeping him from falling to his death. I gripped all the tighter and held on while he continued kicking and swearing at me. Then, in a sickening plunge, my knee slipped over the side and both Donald and I were hanging in space, being held only by Kenny's grip on my leg! "LET GO OF HIM, TOMCAT! I CAN'T HOLD YOU BOTH!! LET GO OF HIM!!" Though Donald was kicking at me ferociously, I refused to let go. Kenny's grip on my leg was as strong as steel, but it wasn't enough. I felt his grasp slowly slipping and then it was gone. We were in freefall, plummeting downward through the cold night air to the sea of flashing red lights in the street below. Even now, Donald continued kicking at me. "LET GO OF ME, TOM!! DAMMIT!! SHIT!! LET GO OF ME!!" The sidewalk loomed up below us, a circle marked in chalk indicating the point of impact. Luckily someone had the presence of mind to roll out a shag rug. It broke our fall. There, on the sidewalk, pedestrians were stepping over us as Donald continued his struggle, howling with rage. "It's OK, Tomcat! You can let go of him." Kenny kneeled beside us, gently patted my shoulder and worked my fingers free from Donald's ankle. "You're both OK, guys! OK?" "Kenny?! How'd you get down here so fast?" "Down from where, Tomcat?" Kenny laughed as I became aware of my surroundings. There were James Dean posters on the wall and an aquarium of fish burbled softly in the corner. We were in Donald's bedroom and the "sidewalk" was the floor beside his bed. "We were all up on the 50th floor at the Gentlemen Jacksters and there were all those naked guys and some of them were playing Mozart and Darren was baking cookies." "The Gentlemen WHAT?" Kenny laughed until he shook. "Tomcat, THAT settles it!! No more pizza for you at bedtime! Geez! You nearly gave me and Darren a heart attack!" Kenny untangled the jumble of blankets my nightmare had caused. With neatness and order restored, we got back in bed. Kenny tucked in the blankets and kissed us both. "'Night, guys. I'll leave the light on in the hall. Don't go back up to that apartment." Donald snuggled close to me and yawned sleepily. The horrible dream I'd had was already fading. I told him everything I could remember about it. Donald listened and laughed. After that, we lay quiet for a while, slowly drifting off to sleep. Before we did, Donald had another thought, a few words he murmured sleepily with his head on my chest. "Wow....you'd climb out on a ledge to save me? I must be pretty special to do that." Donald: so dumb in some ways, so naive in others, so wise in so many more. He'd never run out of things to teach me and I would always be so willing to learn from him. Of course he was special.