Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2016 09:23:51 +0100
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Lab Technician Chap 44

The Lab Technician

Authors note: Usual caveats and warning apply, read this at your own risk,
no representation of any person, animal, vegetable or mineral intended
although if you do find yourself somewhere in this story with any of the
aforementioned just think yourself very, very lucky!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Chapter 44 –  "It's your pain and it's my pleasure!"


Still in the front garden, deep in conversation Mark and Martin were both
of the same opinion that anything to do with Patti would be a genuinely
frightening experience. And, if she were typical of girls in general, then
unquestionably they lacked both inclination and the courage to find out any
more of the species. Immediately though, if Patti were omitted from the
equation there was still the question of Sophie and the more practical
aspect of what to actually expect should they ever be brave enough to take
up her challenge of mutual masturbation. However, their enthusiasm was
rapidly waning, particularly if Sophie had been coached by the acerbic
Patti who's sharp tongue would easily deflate the hardest of teenage
cocks. Even Mark was now having second thoughts and suffering chilling
visions of barely managing to attain a semi-flaccid state and thus be
thoroughly humiliated by his younger sister. Martin had already passed that
visionary stage and was battling with third or even fourth thoughts,
equating to seriously considering of ever bothering with girls at all!

For Sophie, the unfortunate thing about being so vastly oversexed was that
she was prone to an excess of juices and the all too frequent embarrassment
of them oozing between her legs when she became really excited. That Sunday
afternoon was to be no exception, fuelled by fantasy she had been simmering
long before Patti had even arrived and had only survived until then with
help of two slippery digits and a change into clean panties. Hence by the
time Patti had arrived and taunted the boys, Sophie's sexual expectation
had brought her near to boiling point along with the now familiar feeling
of something, possibly steam escaping from between her legs.

Sophie had taken Patti upstairs to ensconce themselves in her bedroom with
the door closed and a small bedside chair against it, the two girls sat
side by side on the edge of the bed. Patti slowly and excitedly began to
whisper all she had learnt from her three brothers, taking great pains to
describe every minute detail of their sexual acts, penile peculiarities and
even the mysteries of the foreskin. Bombarded by such an amount of arousing
detail Sophie was agog, not to say awash and couldn't resist starting to
finger herself, an act soon joined by Patti. Understandably, it wasn't long
before the girls were fingering each other and Sophie had exceeded boiling
point to actually boil over. The outpouring of slimy fluid confirming it
wasn't only steam that was escaped from between her legs, not that Patti
was faring very much better.

Sophie may well have been virtuous as far as hands-on experience with boys
went, but with girls it was a totally different ball game and had been kept
as a well guarded secret from her brothers. Along with Mary at her previous
girls only school, they had partaken of every climatic variation they could
think of, now seemed an opportune time to pass those skills onto her new
best friend Patti, who in turn could instruct her in the art of boys. Even
during their first week at school together, in a deserted toilet Sophie had
taken the lead and enticed Patti to join her for an inaugural explorative
groping which as she had hoped, culminated with frantic mutual masturbation
and a desire for more, much more.

So, acting as a more than a receptive advanced student and continually
whispering expletive ridden encouragement to Sophie, it was no surprise
when Patti found herself pushed down onto the bed. Like a dog on bone
Sophie immediately hurled herself on top forcing her tongue into Patti's
mouth to give her a master-class in tongue technique. Writhing around the
bed they didn't so much as grind their bodies together as squelch their
fanny's together, continuing in an ever increasing frenzy until first
Sophie, then Patti climaxed. This highlighted the downside of Patti's
excess of make up in that an awful lot of it had transferred to Sophie
face, exacerbated by the profusion of intense, decidedly sloppy oral
encounters the lipstick, mascara et al were smeared everywhere.

With panties and mini skirts literally sopping wet with the mingled juices
they lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes, both well aware the fun
had not finished. For Sophie it certainly wasn't enough, still on top she
eased herself around so she could aim her tongue at the dream prize, first
though there was the delightful ordeal of pulling Patti's panties away with
her teeth. This promised not be merely an extension of the advanced
tonguing master class, this was to be a degree level advanced tonguing
master class.

Even by Patti's louche standards of sexual gratification this was new and
decidedly orgasmic. By raising her head not only could she smell sex, but
only an inch or so in front of her face she could actually see it oozing
from Sophie's puffy mound where the sodden panties hung shapelessly beneath
her. Sophie was easily one step ahead and planned to capture Patti's clit
between her teeth so she could tongue it inside her mouth to bring Patti to
another orgasm. That was until she felt a hot, wet tongue begin to push
it's way inside her.



"Oh shit, look out here's trouble!" said Mark seeing movement by the front
door.

"Oi Mark, dad says you gotta come and help us." Alfie appeared on the
doorstep.

"Don't shout, we ain't bloody deaf!"

"Yet!" Martin grinned.

"Well, help with wot?"

"Help move me stuff into me new bedroom. So just shut up and give us hand."

"Right!" Mark's instantly face lit up, a bedroom to himself at
last. "Bloody hell, I'd forgotten dad was finishing yer bedroom today."

"Wot else d'you think we've been doing up here then!"

"I don't know do I?" said Mark. "But, I could guess wot you'd be doing if
you was on yer own!"

"Piss off, so would you!" Alfie grinned. "Well you can now you got yer own
room!"

"Fuck off." Mark ginned back. "We'll both be at it then!"

"Well I `spose I'd better go then." said Martin, sounding disappointed that
the conversation had been cut short, having been prepared to talk about sex
all day even if his cock was still pretty untouchable.

"Nah, you don't have to go, come on in. You can help as well `cause that'll
save dad doing it all won't it?"

"Alright, you sure?" said Martin, adding nervously at the thought of again
meeting the man eating Patti. "But `spose we see them two girls?"

"Oh yeah.. well, I dunno. We'll tell 'em fuck off, if they starts going on
at us. Stay together that's the trick, safety in numbers!"

Jim was delighted to see the extra pair of hands and set the boys to work,
albeit rather noisily ferrying Alfie's possessions and furniture from
Mark's bedroom into the freshly decorated room. With Alfie excitedly, if
badly directing operations of what should go where in his new bedroom it
seemed to Jim time to escape the noise and go downstairs to treat himself
to a well earned mug of tea.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Alison was feeling just a little bit guilty at
the way she had received Sophie's school friend Patti, even if she did look
and appear to behave like a total trollop for her age. Thinking she could
make amends by offering the girls some lemonade or ice cream she passed Jim
in the hallway and explained what she was doing and headed for the stairs.

What with noise and voices created by the furniture removal, Alison wasn't
entirely sure if her knock on Sophie's bedroom door had been heard, she
tried again. And, yet again with no response.

The bedroom chair fell over with a crash as the bedroom door opened.

"I thought you two might like some... some..." she blinked. She blinked
again.

Sophie had changed positions and was now underneath, her head actually
inside Patti's sodden panties with her face covered with a mixture of
Patti's juices and make-up, having all but devoured Patti and whatever she
could produce. Peering out from the leg opening with her tongue still
embedded between the drooling lips, her hand slowly released it's grip on
the hairbrush which had been inserted deep in Patti's bottom.

Sophie could not believe it was her mother standing there. It couldn't
be. But it was.

Conversely, Patti would believe anything since she wasn't entirely compos
mentis, having been in a trembling state of constant orgasm since the
wooden handle of the hairbrush had first entered play and her bottom.

Rather as Sophie couldn't contemplate being found in flagrante delicto,
neither could Alison believe that it was her own daughter that she was
witnessing in such a state of debauchery. Finally she screamed, turned and
ran downstairs as fast as she could leaving the stunned girls locked in
position. Seconds later Jim pounded up the stairs to see what it was that
had so shocked Alison to the point where she was unable to describe what
she had seen in a meaningful sentence.

The three boys, having been altered by the scream were already standing at
the open bedroom door gaping in total and utter amazement at the girls who
it seemed had been frozen in position.

Mark looked at Martin and mouthed the immortal words. "Oh, fucking hell!"

"Cor... wot you doing to her then, Soph?" exclaimed Alfie more in
bemusement than anything, having already conceded that matters of the flesh
where girly bits were concerned constituted matters definitely way past his
interest and comprehension.

"What on earth has happened, What the hell is it, is somebody hurt?"
shouted Jim as he bounded up the top couple of stairs. He was greeted by
blank faces, nobody able to politely put into words exactly what Sophie was
doing.





"You ain't really gonna give him the cane are you?" gasped Andy. "I
mean... well, he ain't a kid is he?"

"Definitely not a kid, but if he wants it, yes I will." Peter flexed the
cane between his hands. "I'm sure he does."

"Oh, but.. so, well is that fun then?" Andy really did look perplexed,
surely the cane was for punishment and not for enjoyment as Peter
implied. "Really?"

"Oh yes. Really." Peter smiled. "It really is, especially with a bit of
role play."

"Look Andy, I get a big kick out of being spanked and Pete gets a thrill
out of being in charge." joined in Tim seeing Andy wasn't entirely
convinced that it was all in the name of pleasure. "It's all done by
consent and he'll stop if I can't take any more."

"Role play? Wot's that?" now he looked even more perplexed. "Playing at
wot?"

"Role play means you have to forget who or what you are and detach yourself
from the real world, from here on in it's fantasy," said Peter, "so to me,
Tim becomes Boy and Boy does whatever I want because I am his master, so he
calls me Sir."

"Wotever you want?" echoed Andy slowly. "Wot, you mean with, with sex as
well?"

"Yes, that's really what it's all about, you might say it's your pain and
my pleasure!"

"But, wot, wot d'you actually do, d'you just cane him or wot?" for a reason
Andy couldn't quite put a finger on, he was getting quite aroused and
shifted on the sofa, even thoughts of Adam had temporarily receded.

"Oh no, it builds up slowly." Peter grinned, he could see Andy was close to
getting more involved than just as a spectator. "Starts with a hand
spanking, then maybe a slipper or paddle or something and if Tim wants it
the cane to finish with, but we agree all that before we start."

"Oh shit!" Andy gulped, it sounded frightening, nevertheless quite
fascinating.

"Of course, there is a certain amount of undressing and body massage along
the way to make it last a bit." Tim looked knowingly at Peter. "For me, I
love the bum massage he gives after the first lot of spanking."

"The bum massage he gives?" repeated Andy quietly. "Wot, wot's that?"

"And, of course you've got to be dressed correctly." added Peter
tantalisingly, it seemed a safe bet from Andy's enquiring look he had taken
the bait and had now become ensnared. "That's all part of the ritual."

"Dressed right? Wot? Wot ritual d'you mean?" Andy, fully erect wriggled on
the sofa.

"Ideally, Boy should be wearing a matching white vest and briefs." answered
Tim enthusiastically. "That's very traditional and a very big turn on for
everybody!"

"So, so I can't do that now... uumm.. `cause, well I'm ain't got them
on.. oh fuck!" Andy blushed, having inadvertently showed he had far more
than a passing interest.

"Sounds like you might want to give it a try?" Peter smiled. "Andy, don't
worry because it always sounds a bit strange at first, please don't be shy
if you do."

"Maybe.. no, no.." now Andy really did look embarrassed. "oh I dunno.."

"If you really did want to join in, I've uumm.. well, I brought some spare
clean white underwear you could wear," volunteered Tim smiling, "I brought
it along in case Pete wanted to try it, he's got a thing about white
pants!"

"Oh. White underwear, well.. wot, wot d'you mean?" Andy was puzzled, he
knew from seeing Peter's washing drying that he didn't wear white. But now,
with the mention of underwear he was definitely becoming more than
interested.

"Of course, if you do want to stay or even join in, you must forget who we
are and that you will need to switch into being another Boy." there was a
definite note of encouragement in Tim's voice.

"Me? As another Boy?"

"Yes, that's it. You'll know immediately if it turns you on when Sir tells
you to do something, from then on being Boy isn't difficult at all because
like I said, you'll just naturally do what Sir tells you to do. Besides,
Pete makes a great Sir and he'll tell you exactly what he wants you to do!"

"Yes, apparently I do," continued Peter quickly not wishing to let the
momentum drop, "and we always have what's called a safeword, so if it
becomes too much for either of us we just say that particular word and
everything stops right there."

"And, we also agree at the start how far to take the punishment, so you
wouldn't have to have the cane if you didn't want it. D'you see?" Tim
looked expectantly towards Andy. "It's all very safe really and great fun."

"So I'd have to sorta act a bit?" Andy looked sceptical. "I dunno, I ain't
never been any good at acting in school plays or nothing like that."

Peter, unaware that Tim had already seen and handled Andy during the
episode with the haemorrhoid pile cream, was getting very aroused
himself. Despite knowing Andy wasn't legal by a mere three weeks or so, by
now he really wanted to see him dressed in some matching white
underwear. For too long he had watched Andy at school playing with himself
under cover of his white lab coat or watching the outline of his underpants
through his trousers as he moved about. It was now time to see just what
was inside those grey trousers.

"So, well wot, uumm.." Andy looked very flushed, "well, wot do I do then?"

"You only do what you want to." said Peter smiling. "First thing is we
agree on a safeword that you wouldn't normally use so once you say it we
just stop."

Andy looked blankly around. "I dunno."

"I know, what about, Morris Minor!" said Tim grinning. "Who's going to talk
about Morris Minor's during a spanking!"

"Right, Morris Minor it is then." said Peter. "And, as it's you first time,
no caning alright?"

Andy gulped, what had he let himself in for?

"Right then, you'd better go in the bathroom and get changed into your
white undies, then get fully dressed again as I expect Sir may want to
undress you himself." Tim reached into his duffle bag to offer Andy a small
white bundle.

"Oh fuck!" replied he taking it with a slightly shaky hand. "It'll be
alright won't it?"

"I'm sure Sir will be only too willing help, especially when it comes to
undressing you!" Peter smiled reassuringly. "Now we won't start until you
come back in, but when you do remember you must always call me Sir and
don't speak unless you are spoken too."

"And, don't forget Morris Minor!" Tim grinned. "Just say that and
everything stops."

Looking very, very nervous Andy got up from the sofa. So nervous in fact,
he even forgot to hide his erection, blushed bright red and hurriedly left
the room wondering just what had he agreed to become involved in.




Mark, Alfie and Martin had been instantly shooed away from Sophie's open
bedroom door by Jim, who had instantly recognised that whatever was
happening inside his daughter's room wasn't in his remit as a
father. Nominally in charge of righting Mark and Alfie's sticky
misdemeanours, Sophie's errant sexual antics should most certainly be dealt
with by her mother, who should now be conscripted to do just that.

It wasn't Sophie's fault that she had been born with an insatiable sexual
appetite, who had by the tender age of nine thoroughly explored every
cavity in her body with whatever she could poke inside. Had Alison known of
Sophie's dilemma she might have made allowances, as it was she now saw
Sophie as a very precocious fourteen year old who could think of nothing
else but sex in one form or another.

Leaving Alfie to ponder on the undressed female form and continue to sort
out the arrangement of his new bedroom, Mark quickly ushered Martin into
his own room to discuss what they had seen.

"Now you've seen their bits for real, is they like the pictures in them
magazines then?" asked Mark excitedly.

"Dunno, I didn't get that much of a look at 'em really." Martin was trying
to recall just what he had seen in the few of seconds before they had been
moved away from the doorway. "Thing is, wot I don't understand is wot all
that sorta wet slimy looking stuff was, `cause none of that don't show up
in the magazine pictures I've seen. And, couldn't you smell something funny
in that room?"

"That wet stuff is like where they've cum or wotever it is that girls do
when they wanks innit?" Mark, a hand deep in his pocket battling with his
twisted briefs and very hard cock. "Mart don't you remember, I told you
that Soph had squirted me with something when she cum and then her knickers
was all wet and a bit iffy!"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, yer right. That's when they cums then you reckon?"

Martin, had decided if he were quite honest he was far more interested in
what Mark was doing to himself in his pocket, than the intrigues of
Sophie's smelly panties and having to meet anybody as remotely obnoxious as
Patti ever again.

"Think so." said Mark fidgeting, having finally freed his cock the
underpants were now wedged between his buttocks.

"Mark, to tell you the truth," Martin looked at the floor, "I don't think I
can wank with yer sister, them two's put me right off, if that's wot
they're all bloody like."

"Hhmm.. well.. gotta be honest," said Mark thoughtfully. "I don't think I
could either, especially if Soph's been trained by that fucking Patti
tart. I'd never manage to get me cock up, all they'd do is laugh at us!"

"Good, glad you thinks so, `cause I'd be scared to get it out me jeans!"
agreed Martin with considerable relief. "We can carry on looking at the
magazine though, that'll be alright won't it?"

"Yeah and wanking! So when do I get to see it?" said Mark also sounding far
more enthusiastic about the pictures than being humiliated by Sophie and
her friend. "Look, now Alfie's pissed off and I got me room back, you could
maybe bring it in here?"

"Yeah, after school or something."

"Right, we could wedge the door shut or something couldn't we?"

With girls now out of the immediate equation, Martin was unable to stop
glancing in the direction of Mark's pocket, he lowered his voice. "Is you
wanking now?"

"No, me pants is stuck up me crack!" Mark blushed. "But, I could have a
wank, if you'd do it with me."

"I wants to honest, but I can't, me cock hurts `cause I've over-wanked it
reading that fucking magazine and, and... and that, it's all bloody sore,
it really is." he stopped having only just remembered not to mention Mr
Maxwell in his answer.

"Fucking hell! How many times d'you do it then?"

"Too many, it don't half hurt now it's up again!" said Martin. "D'you
reckon it'll be safe doing it in here, `cause I'd love to wank you off if
you really wants me to do it!"

"Yeah, course I wants you to do it, but how?" Mark looked around the room,
there was nowhere to hide. "Wot if somebody comes in and catches us?"

"Well... uumm.. wot about, well `spose we both stands by the window
pretending to watch something outside, then I can get me right hand in yer
pocket."

"Oh yeah!" Mark nodded enthusiastically and pressed himself to the window
cill.

"Hey, `spose you gets yer cock out under the elastic of yer pants I reckon
I could do it proper then though yer pocket." said Martin looking down at
Mark's bulging jeans.

"Yeah? You dirty sod!" Mark smiled expectantly. "Alright, but first I gotta
pull me pants out of me crack, so go over and guard the door so nobody
can't come in."

Knowing he would get a thrill out of exposing himself, Mark quickly
unzipped his trousers and dropped them to his knees to reveal small, tight
navy blue briefs looking very askew. Pulling them down exposed an already
retracted foreskin which elicited a sigh from Martin, who's own cock had
been painfully erect since seeing the two girls and feeling very much over
abused. Grinning knowing they were both very aroused, Mark tugged his
briefs back up over his erection, glancing to Martin he continued to adjust
matters so the shiny head poked out of the side of the briefs.

"Oh fuck, I can't touch me cock now you got me all hard," bemoaned Martin
limping back over to the window in an obvious state of discomfort, "I've
really fucking really hurt it with all that wanking over the magazine!"

"Is that's why it's called self-abuse innit?" Mark was giggling. "Now stand
yer and get yer bloody hand in me pocket quick, `cause it won't take much
before I cums."

"Wot you gonna catch the spunk with?" said Martin slowly sliding his
trembling hand inside the pocket, Mark flinched and squeezed his legs
together thinking he had to at least wait for Mark to start rubbing before
he came!

"Dunno, I ain't thought that far ahead." replied Mark, who true to form was
living up to his motto being, shoot first and clean up later. "Wot d'you
fucking think?"

"I dunno do I, it's your fucking clothes innit!" Martin grinned. "All I
know's is that me mum goes fucking mental when she sees I've cum over me
clothes."

"Wot, you mean she checks 'em and then says, have you been wanking over
this you naughty boy?"

"No, you fucking prick, she fucking don't say that! But she might say
something like she's made me bed for me and then we both knows that she's
seen I've cum over the sheets or something."

"That's clever innit, reckon our mum's must talk to each other!" Mark was
slowly coming to the conclusion that it might be an idea to contain the
discharge to save again impregnating his clothes and getting yet another
embarrassing telling off.

"If you cums all over them blue pants you'll never get the spunk off 'em,
so you got an old hanky or something push down yer jeans?"

"Good idea, I think there's one under me mattress!" Mark blushed. "Fuck,
yer really organised for this wanking bit ain't you?"

"If yer mum was like mine then you'd be fucking organised as well!"

"Well she is, but I ain't! Now don't say nothing but," continued Mark,
"well, she's past that saying nice stuff like your mum does, `cause now she
just gets dad to tell me straight to stop wanking over everything!"

"Fuck! That's a bit embarrassing innit?"

"Yeah, fucking right it is." Mark shrugged his shoulders. "Still, I gotta
wank ain't I, just like you gotta wank and I ain't always got me spunky
hanky handy have I!"

"Well no, `not if you keeps it under yer fucking mattress!" said Martin
laughing. "Now bloody get it out ready before you cums or somebody comes
in."

"Fucking nagging, yer worse than me mum!" said Mark kneeling down and
feeling beneath the mattress. "Here's the hanky! Oh fuck... cor, look wot
I've found!"

"Wot the fucks that?" Martin stared in disbelief as Mark reappeared, he
dropped the grubby handkerchief to the floor, but held onto a dirty white
bundle.

"Look! I wondered where they'd gone!"

Mark was excitedly endeavouring to shake out what could only be described
as a pair of over-starched white briefs, finished in a far deeper shade of
yellow than the handkerchief, replete with dark brown stains.

"Fucking hell, how many times you cum in them then? I can hear 'em
cracking!" amazed, Martin took a second take. "Wot's all that brown stuff,
ain't shit is it?"

"No it's fucking not! It's old spunk innit, if you keeps wanking over it in
the same spot and leave it for bit, it goes brown don't it?"

"Does it? I ain't never done that in case our mum might have found 'em,
she's always looking for more fucking washing!"

"Yeah, I used to wear these in bed under me pyjamas before we moved and did
it in 'em all the time, that's why there's gert loads on the front."

"Wot's that fucking gert hole in the back of 'em for then?" Martin grinned
and pointed to a rip that would easily accommodate a fifteen year hand.

"For fucks sake, wot d'you think it's for!" despite blushing Mark started
to giggle.

"I wouldn't have fucking a clue!" replied Martin, who also blushed as if to
confirm the unspoken truth.

"Nah, I didn't think you would, you dirty minded sod, you fingers yer's
don't you?"

"Me bum, course not. Fuck off. You play with yours and I'll play with
mine!. Now I gotta fucking great idea."

"Go on then bumhole boy, wot's yer great idea?" said Mark giggling.

Martin took a closer look at the torn seat and noted the familiar signs of
what could only a lubricant staining the frayed edges of the tear, it
confirmed he wasn't the only boy to carry out a little, if messy nocturnal
self-exploration.

"Ain't you guessed?" said Martin pointing at the briefs.

"No I fucking ain't, so come on then and tell me, wot's this great fucking
idea?"

"You put them spunky pants on right now and I'll toss you off in 'em?"

Mark grinned. "Fuck! Yeah!"

"But, I wanna take 'em home after," said Martin excitedly, "I could wear
`em tonight and maybe if me cocks a bit better I'll cum in 'em before
school tomorrow morning!"

Mark was nodding in agreement even before Martin had finished. "Yeah, but,
but.."

"But, wot?"

"But," Mark appeared even more excited, "the but is, only if you wear 'em
all day tomorrow at school after you've spunked in 'em! And, you comes here
after school with that magazine so's we can both wank over `em... while yer
still wearing `em!"

"Well go on then, you put 'em on and I'll keep watch!" Martin walked over
to the door to listen for intruders. "Get on with it and show us yer cock
while you do it!"


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Chap 45 to follow