Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 10:07:36 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LabTechnician   Chapter 59

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
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Chapter 59 – "We knows wot you been doing!"


Having used the excuse of desperately needing to visit the toilet to
temporarily escape from the afternoon history class, Mark had rushed off in
quite the opposite direction towards the changing rooms intending to put
into operation his devious plan to replace his trousers. Geoff who had been
told about it earlier wasn't all that enthusiastic and had rated it barely
average, since it entailed a very high risk of getting caught. However, for
Mark things were desperate and Geoff did have to admit it encompassed an
exceptionally fine twist, so assuming that Mark didn't get apprehended in
the process it could be a winner on all fronts.

As ever, considering himself a genius to have dreamt up such a cunning
plan, Mark was beside himself with success even before the event. In this
case the plan was so devilishly simple, he would just sneak in the gym
changing room and steal a pair of trousers from a boy of similar build to
himself. And, that was it!

The twist was that Mark knew exactly who that boy was going to be and it
was someone who Geoff, along with probably half the school would
wholeheartedly agreed couldn't be more deserving as a first choice. The
victim who was destined to loose his trousers was a most obnoxious boy in
another class, but in the same year.

Giles Fitzroy, was very well spoken, came from monied stock and considered
himself far superior in every way to most others in the year, even the
school. Additionally, being something of a bully he would engineer an
opportunity to insult any boy in respect of parentage, appearance or
perceived financial status. Indeed, just as he had belittled Mark on his
arrival at the school so, if the plan did succeed and Giles were suitably
humbled then Mark would undoubtedly be the unsung hero of the
year. Conversely, if the plan failed and he were caught in the act, the
consequences both at school and at home would be quite unthinkable and that
was precisely how he left it! All that said, if his mother were to discover
the current state of his relatively new trousers he would probably be
doomed to a life in purgatory anyway.

Reaching the changing room in absolutely record time he put his ear to the
door and nervously listened for signs of life within.

All appeared to be quiet. The door creaked a little as it opened, whilst
there were no sounds of life inside what did escape was the distinctive
aroma of a boys changing room. He hated the smell and absolutely loathed
anything to do with gyms or worse, be conscripted to run round a horribly
muddy field in the pouring rain chasing a bag of wind in the name of some
dreadful team sport. Whilst Alfie might like a game of football, he
absolutely despised anything to do with it.

In fact as he knew only too well, the saving grace of having mandatory
physical exercise was that the changing room offered a supreme opportunity
to spy on other boys. It also offered a bonus, in that Mark could sometimes
find an excuse to return to the changing room to afford the opportunity to
inspect his classmates underwear. Today though, since he was not supposed
to be there at all it was to be a lightening visit for the sole purpose of
stealing Giles' trousers.

Previously he had made a point of checking to see exactly what Giles'
school bag looked like so that he could instantly pick it out in the
changing room. Being of far superior quality to the old rucksacks which
most of the boys used it stuck out like a sore thumb and was easily spotted
in the middle of first aisle beneath the peg with his clothes on. Eagerly
reaching up to grab the trousers to quickly check they were right ones,
Mark was delighted to see they were actually St Michael, the same make as
his own and by a stroke of incredible luck, the same size as he wore. And,
there was the added fillip that Giles' underpants were stuffed down inside
them, something Geoff would really appreciate even if they were the
inevitable Y-fronts.

The irony of the situation was though lost on Mark. Not wishing to accused
of being a thief he proceeded to turn out the contents of the pockets into
the bag, whilst stuffing the briefs into his trouser pocket to give to
Geoff later. Neatly folding the trousers so they wouldn't appear too bulky
under his blazer he turned to make his exit, then he stopped. He hadn't
forgotten his initial run in with Giles' when he was new to the school and
had been made to feel very unwelcome, maybe it was time to even the score,
well that in addition to stealing his trousers! Unzipping his fly he pulled
out his permanently half erect cock out and leant over so he could get it
under the flap of Giles' superior bag. It was so superior as to be fairly
waterproof and so ensure all was kept decidedly moist inside!

All of just over two and a half minutes later he re-appeared in the
classroom, red in the face from having actually running down the last
corridor and consequently looking rather breathless.

"Ah Baker, I was just beginning to wonder where you'd got too." Mr Durham
turned on hearing the classroom door open, Mark was standing in the
doorway, he took a second look at the red face. "Are you alright?"

"We knows wot you been doing!" suddenly chanted a discordant duo from the
back of the room immediately bringing guffaws of laughter and had the
effect of making Mark look even more guilty.

"Oh, just sit down." said Mr Durham wishing to keep the focus of the class
and not dwell on the implication of what Mark may or not have been doing in
the toilet. "You'll have to pick up where we were in the reading."

"Yes Sir." mumbled Mark heading for his seat hoping his awkward movements
were not too obvious. They were to some of the more sexually astute in the
class.

"Why's he walking like that?" whispered Ollie.

"I `spect he's wanked in his pants and they's sticking to him." replied
Steve . "You knows wot that's like."

"Yeah," Ollie thought for a second, "and, I 'spose he's in the WIMP club
isn't he!"

"Well, d'you do it?" whispered Geoff as Mr Durham quelled the noise.

Still rather flustered Mark nodded, it was only just sinking in that he was
now an actual thief having stolen the trousers and put Giles in a dreadful
predicament.

"Yeah, I `spose I have."

"Where is they then?"

"Yer, I got 'em tucked under me arm."

"Clever." Geoff looked, indeed there was quite a bulge under the blazer
which Mark's arm was pressing on it to keep the trousers in position out of
sight.

"You wasn't seen nor nothing?"

"Nah, didn't see nobody at all. Oh fuck Geoff, wot'll happen if somebody
finds out?"

"Dunno. It's too fucking late now innit?" replied Geoff realising that now
was not the time for Mark to panic. "Look, if you ain't been seen it'll be
alright `cause you ain't told nobody else wot you was gonna do has you?"

"No, I `spose yer right." Mark looked nervously round. "Look, if I moves me
arm, can you pull the trousers out from under me blazer and push 'em in me
bag?"

Geoff nodded as Mark slowly moved his bag around until it was on the floor
between them. Then, by relaxing his arm Mark allowed the trousers to slip
down beneath his blazer to be taken by Geoff who quickly transferred them
into the bag.

"That was easy."

Looking considerably relieved Mark whispered to Geoff. "And, I got us a
present."

"Wot's that then?"

"Yer, cop hold of these, don't let nobody see `em!" under cover of his
blazer Mark pulled Giles' briefs from his trouser pocket and pushed them
into Geoff's waiting hands. "You can have 'em for tonight, but don't wank
in 'em too much!"

"Of fuck! Wot! You pinched his pants as well, has he wanked in em?"

Geoff was obviously ecstatic with the thought of his evening being occupied
with a detailed forensic examination for Giles' semen and any other bodily
emissions.

"I ain't had a chance to bloody look have I? Now, just keep yer voice down
`cause we don't wanna get caught now do us?"

"Sorry." Geoff didn't dare look at the briefs, he was savouring that moment
for later. "But, but wot's he gonna wear home then?"

"Fuck knows! In his little white gym shorts I `spose!" Mark grinned. "We
gotta get down to gym just to see wot he comes out wearing ain't we?"

"We know he's got a gert big mouth, but I wonder if he's got a big willy?"

"I dunno, but he don't look like he has." said Mark. "Still from wot I've
seen of him he does play with himself a bit through his pocket."

"Wot like you does?"

"Fuck off."

"D'you think he'll get a hard-on in them shorts if he ain't got no pants
on, I would!"

"Yeah well, you fucking would!"

"They'll be having a double lesson for games, so he'll be out after our
next lesson then won't he?"

"Oh yeah, right, so wot is it we got after, English innit? And.. and.." he
paused.

"And, and.. and fucking wot?" Geoff guessed there was punchline coming.

"And, I pissed in that fucking posh bag of his!" whispered Mark a huge
grin.

"You wot?" asked Geoff in disbelief. "You fucking didn't did you?"

"I fucking did!" spluttered Mark trying to stop himself laughing out
loud. "Just fucking wait till he gets home and opens it to do his fucking
homework!"

"Oh fuck!"





"Where've you put me trousers then you fucking little bastard?" Giles
grabbed Danny by the shoulder and shook him. "I know you've fucking hidden
them."

 "I ain't fucking seen 'em!" replied Danny defiantly, despite being
partially suspended in the air. Being far smaller than Giles he was ideal
prey and had unfortunately only got changed next to him in the gym by
chance.

"You fucking have, now where are they?" reiterated Giles angrily. Having
started later than the others to get changed, he had only just discovered
the loss and was wearing his shirt, white gym shorts and little else.

"But I ain't seen yer fucking trousers!" repeated Danny, now looking quite
worried on account of Giles' size and the fact he was known to be a bully
with a fairly short temper, something which he appeared to be on the point
of totally loosing.

"I'll fucking smash your face in and..."

The tirade was interrupted much to Danny's relief by another hand which
very aggressively grabbed at Giles' shoulder accompanied by the immortal
words. "Oh no you fucking won't, you fucking cunt! We've all fucking had
enough of you!"

Giles' mouth dropped in surprise, until now nobody had ever bothered to
properly confront him over his bombastic manner and sneering
comments. Releasing his hold on Danny he swung round ready to do battle,
only to be confronted not by one, but three boys in the class Nick, Dave
and Larry.

"Oh.." he paused momentarily, realising the odds were against him, "so have
you lot had my fucking trousers then?"

"Nah. We don't nothing about yer fucking trousers and we don't fucking care
nothing about yer fucking trousers either!" replied Nick. "But we do care
that yer always fucking picking on somebody or telling 'em they're shit or
something. Yer just a fucking bully with a gert posh accent!"

"What! No I am not." Giles braced himself ready to prove that exact point
and launch into mortal combat.

"Let's get the cunt!" came a cry from the other side of the aisle.

Within less than five seconds the entire class had descended on Giles, all
only too keen to extract retribution in one form or other. Some were
punching whilst others merely hurled insults, the more curious literally
ripped his shorts off to aggressively inspect his appendage.

"What's going on lads? Now keep the noise down."

They all looked around to see Mr Jackson standing at the end of the bench
clutching a folder.

"Oh...uumm.. Giles was just making us laugh.. Sir."

Garry tried to sound as convincing as possible, luckily he was soon quickly
joined by other mutterings and comments as to what a funny boy Giles was.

"Well just keep the noise down will you." he looked around unable to
visually penetrate the scrum of bodies to see Giles naked, his shorts
pulled over his head and a revolting old football sock stuffed in his
mouth. "Look the bells going in a few minutes and I have to be a meeting
for the last lesson so I'm going to trust you lot to get changed, wait till
it rings and then leave quietly."

"Yes Sir." the majority chorused happily intent on appeasing Mr Jackson.

"Good, now there's only a few minutes so get dressed, be quiet and wait for
the bell." he said leaving the room.

The remainder of the class had been avidly watching Derek who had been in
action even as Mr Jackson spoke. Best described as obsessed with boys,
masturbation and in fact quite the equal of Geoff, Derek was doing his very
best to get Giles erect and make him ejaculate. Opportunities like this
were rarely if ever on offer, so needless to say the shyer boys were as
fascinated as they were embarrassed watching something they would never
admit to doing themselves. Naturally the more uninhibited boys were rapidly
becoming erect themselves and finding it difficult to hide matters whilst
in the middle of getting changed.

As was common practice in many changing rooms the benches were back to back
and separated by stout wire mesh with clothes hooks above. Understandably
with numbers against him, Giles didn't stand a chance and despite violently
flaying his limbs around found himself lifted onto the bench and forced
against the mesh to stand with his legs apart. To the accompaniment of
hoots of laughter and what he correctly, if very nervously assumed were
some very unsavoury suggestions as to what should happen to him, he felt
something being put around his waist and pulled very tight. Aided by many
roving hands he had in fact been securely restrained against the mesh by
his own school tie ensuring that he couldn't move. Immediately after, with
much groping and laughter both arms and legs were stretched and he found
himself tied, spreadeagled to the mesh with the thin cord of his own shoe
laces cutting into his skin.

Still blindfolded by his own shorts and feeling incredibly vulnerable he
was petrified at what might follow and the realisation there was now no
doubt he was about to reap what he had sown in terms of antagonism since
coming to the school.

"Danny, you goes first, but we'll only do twenty strokes each `cause we all
wants to have a go and ain't got too much time!"

"You sure?" Danny looked at Nick, obviously somewhat embarrassed he added
quietly. "I ain't never wanked nobody before!"

"Don't worry about that, `cause we're all gonna take turns, look they're
all queuing up to do it!" Nick gestured to the boys crowding around, most
it has to be said with something stirring, if not already stirred between
their legs.

"Oh sod it!"

Danny grinned and moved closer to see that Giles' cock and balls had been
already mysteriously pulled through one of the squares in the
mesh. Undoubtedly due to sheer terror the flaccid, circumcised organ looked
extremely small, in fact far smaller than his own, he looked round, grinned
again, retribution was sweet.

Even after the efforts of four excited boys and some eighty merciless
strokes later Giles was barely little more than half erect, his floppy
appendage looking distinctly red and sore. It didn't take him much in the
way of mental arithmetic to work out that with some twenty five boys in the
class, his cock was going to be subjected to at least five hundred
strokes. He trembled at the very thought of it, if it hurt now what would
it be like after that ordeal, if indeed he still had a cock to worry about!

However, to Derek the situation really was the stuff of dreams, in all
probability very wet and sticky. Coupled with his preoccupation in matters
anal, invariably involving perverted anal fantasies featuring some of his
classmates, he courageously, very unselfishly, volunteered his services to
help get Giles hard.

"Yer, Nick I've heard poking something up yer bum can make you hard." Derek
was doing his best not to blush, since he was stating a fact based on
considerable, well practised experience.

"Oh.." Nick looked at him quizzically, knowing only too well that a
slippery finger could enhance an otherwise average wank, "I ain't never
heard that, who told you?"

"Uumm.. dunno.. can't remember." Derek was now blushing bright
red. "Uumm.."

"Oh well.. uumm.." Nick paused, looking somewhat flushed since the subject
was something he had actively explored only the previous evening. Wisely he
resisted the obvious temptation to implicate Derek in such unseemly acts,
lest he somehow also implicate himself!

"Wot's think?" Derek could feel something leaking into his mandatory
Y-fronts, the situation had him really aroused. He watched as Laurie came
forward with obviously bulging trousers to try his hand at energising
Giles' glowing organ.

"Well he can't fucking get it up can he and we all wants him to cum so we's
gotta do something ain't we?" Nick nodded towards the hapless Giles, his
torn shorts still over his head. "So... wot you gonna use, yer finger?"

"Nah.. cor, couldn't do that could, be dirty wouldn't it I?" replied Derek
only too well aware it was exactly what he would use if there were nobody
else there. "Gotta old pencil or something, maybe?"

"Yeah." Nick nodded and glanced round, then leant over and whispered much
to Derek's surprise. "Is you hard, this has got me going and I really wants
a wank!"

"Course I fucking am!" Derek grinned, delighted at Nicks honesty, sexual
matters having never been mentioned before. "Well lets go round the other
side of the bench and we'll stick it up him!"

As they walked round Nick whispered. "Now tell us the truth, d'you finger
yerself?"

"Wot?" Derek glowed red, he looked at Nick who was also glowing red. "We
both does don't we?"

"You as well!" Nick gulped, having found somebody who would openly discuss
such taboo matters was almost as good as the act itself. "So tell us, wot,
wot d'you use?"

"Me fingers." replied Derek, for the moment avoiding mention of carrots or
candles.

"So does I." Nick looked round, likewise avoiding mention of carrots,
candles or the handle of his hairbrush. "Yer, to be honest, would uumm,
would you use yer finger on him if they lot wasn't watching?"

"Yeah." Derek nodded rapidly. "Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, but.." now appearing to be constantly flushing with embarrassment,
Nick leant over and whispered barely audibly, "but, wot about, about well
y'know... shit?"

Derek saw this was going deeper into his fantasies that he thought
possible, plainly Nick had had similar thoughts. "Well, don't you get a bit
under yer finger nail now and again!"

"I `spose." blurted Nick, now totally red in the face.

"Well, as long as you don't pick yer teeth or poke yer hooter after that's
alright innit!" Derek giggled. It appeared Nick was just as randy as he
was, but could he be drawn further in to Derek's world? "Me pants is all
sticky, I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Fucking hell, so'm I, well lets bloody get on with it before we does."

Standing one either side of Giles' white spotty bottom, hoping to partially
shield their actions from the others, Nick announced to much laughter that
he and Derek would try to excite Giles from behind while the rest carried
on with twenty strokes apiece. Their hope was to get Giles erect and then
ejaculate before the lesson bell sounded, his cock manipulated from the
crowd at the front whilst Nick and Derek attempted to invigorate matters
from behind and got themselves off at the same time.

Imprisoned within his own gym shorts with the sock still firmly stuffed
into his mouth, Giles' eyes crossed and recrossed in anguish as the pencil,
complete with attached rubber which had been found on the changing room
floor was forced inside him.

"Don't look like it doing nothing, do it?" observed Derek peering round to
see if what remained of Giles' raw cock was any firmer.

"Nah, wot's wanna do?" Nick bit his lip, he knew damn well what he wanted
to do.

"Same as you I reckons. D'you wanna go first?"

Nick nodded. "If I holds the pencil it might still look like I'm using it
won't it, then you can do it?"

Inside the shorts Giles had all but given up on life, tears were silently
running down his cheeks and his cock, virtually rubbed raw in places was
giving him excruciating stabs of pain whenever strange fingers rubbed on
the head. Now, just to add to his woes somebody had stuck a finger up his
bottom and was violently jabbing at the same mystery spot which always
managed to increase the power of his nightly orgasms.

"I'm fucking cumming!" grunted Derek, who not content with merely watching
Nick finger fuck Derek, had also been humping his naked thigh.

"He's getting hard!" exclaimed a voice from the front. "So wotever you
two's doing behind him don't bloody stop, `cause we might get him to cum!"

"Fuck..." Derek shuddered, one hand now down the front of his trousers,
"lemmie finger him now..."

Nick withdrew his hand and looked at it, wiping his fingers on what he
assumed was Giles' blazer he grinned at Derek. "Well get on with it, I'm
gonna cum in me pants!"

Derek needed no second bidding and pulled his hand from his trousers, now
slimy with sperm. First one finger, then a second were effortlessly slid
into Giles to assail his prostate like it had never been assailed before.

"Wot you two doing, `cause he's really gone all hard now!" cried an excited
voice from somewhere between Giles' legs.

"Just keep fucking doing it `cause we're gonna get him to cum even if cock
falls off!" echoed another equally excited cry. "Fuck, it ain't very big is
it!"

"Certainly not as big as his fucking mouth!" that brought peals of
laughter.

"Yeah, don't you dare fucking stop now," added another excited voice,
"somebody's getting some of that liquid soap stuff from the bog, it'll make
rubbing him easier!"

"Yeah, alright don't fucking panic, we'll keep going." replied Derek only
too delighted to have a mandate to finger fuck the class bully.

Not caring who saw him, Nick had his hand through his fly and as far as
Derek could ascertain was rubbing what looked like a circumcised cock
through his briefs, now translucent with semen.

Giles was teetering on the verge of passing out, the pain from his cock was
as intense as the pleasure he was receiving from Derek's quite debilitating
prostate massage. Suddenly though the pain in his cock eased, the inflamed
skin felt cool even if still being very roughly handled. For a few seconds
all seemed well, at least until the el-cheapo school issue liquid soap they
had used as lubricant began to sting the areas which were genuinely rubbed
raw. Not that that bothered any of the boys who were quite determined to
bring Giles to a climax and from those currently attending to matters it
seemed very likely they were going to succeed, regardless of any injury to
Giles' once proud boyhood.

The lesson bell rang loud and clear causing a flurry of excitement from the
boys all desperate to see Giles suffer the ultimate humiliation and be made
to ejaculate whilst they watched and jeered.

"Can't you make him bloody cum, the fucking bells gone now!"

"For fucks sake hurry up and wank him off before we gotta go!"

"I wants to see him cum!"

"Just fucking do it, pull his cock off `cause we gotta go in second!"

Thus bayed the over excited audience. The majority by now so aroused they
were having some difficulty in containing their own emissions and
unavoidably developing wet patches in their underpants in sympathy. Derek,
his fingers still actively sunk deep into Giles looked at Nick and grinned,
their sperm laden underpants confirmed the satisfaction of their own
performance and the blossoming sexual friendship.

"He's finally fucking cum!" cried a voice to raucous cheers seconds after
the bell died away.

Indeed he had. Giles' genitalia had given in to popular demand and shot an
amazing quantity of spunk over the bench and floor in front of him, an act
he never thought possible nor ever be repeated unless aided by Derek's
invasive two finger exercise!

"Right, now let's fucking get outta here, just leave the bastard there!"

Laughing at Giles' obvious humiliation the boys headed for the door knowing
they were now free from Giles' malicious influence, although possibly not
an involuntary ejaculation since the whole episode had been incredibly
arousing. Nick turned just before he followed, climbed onto the bench and
reached inside the torn shorts covering Giles' head to very roughly pull
the fetid football sock from his mouth and replace the shorts over his
eyes.

"So now he can call for help!"

"Yeah or the poor sod could be there all night!" replied Derek. "Yer too
kind!"

"Yeah, well I'm all fucking heart ain't I!" the door slammed behind them.




Andy knew the current school timetable backwards. It was something he had
made a habit of keeping up with ever since he had started work at the
school, the prime objective being simply to aid sexual gratification. His
own obsession with boys and underwear had started when he was at school and
had continued unabated, especially now he had unparalleled opportunities to
prowl around empty changing rooms. His hope was of finding forgotten items
of clothing or if the opportunity arose and the gym was being used then to
even steal the odd pair of underpants. Knowing that the gym was unused for
that particular last lesson and in the past having been lucky enough to
acquire some suspiciously stained shorts he was again on his way there,
although ostensibly visiting the toilet.

Listening at the changing room as he always did, it sounded very quiet and
empty as it should be, pushing it open a fraction to confirm there was
nobody inside he was shocked to hear a faint, croaky voice calling for
help.

Pushing door open and stepping inside he stopped in his tracks having
immediately been confronted by the sight of Giles naked, tied to the mesh
division.

"Wot the..."

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