Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2009 19:56:52 +0200 (CEST)
From: Jeff B <jaypbee@fsmail.net>
Subject: Archive; 'BECOMING A MODEL PATIENT Chapters 1 - 17' {Jaypbee} (M MM con fist)

BECOMING A MODEL PATIENT

DISCLAIMER

Hi guys, this is my first time writing a story and I hope you enjoy reading
this as much as I enjoyed writing it. All characters contained within are
entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living
or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not
enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist
nature. Otherwise read on......

CHAPTER 1 -- INTRODUCTION & FIRST MEDICAL

My story starts approximately 20 years from now in the UK, when following
decisions made by successive governments the NHS as we know and love is all
but dead and forgotten. The only medical treatment available is either
personally financed or through corporate insurance. If you are in
employment or wealthy then the treatment received is excellent but for the
common person (like me) it is virtually non-existent. One side effect of
these changes was that the medical industry was wealthy and attracted a
great many students wanting to get foothold on the career ladder and so
Universities were expanding rapidly to cash in on the available money and
cope with the demands placed on them.

Fortunately for me, although I am now thirty years old, I have always been
healthy. So until now I have never had to seek the services of the medical
profession. Since leaving school with good qualifications I have been
continuously employed and enjoyed the style of living that comes with good
wages, for example my own home, regular holidays abroad, my own home, nice
clothes, gym membership & a personal trainer to keep me as young and fit as
possible (holding back the years I guess you might say). However that
abruptly came to an end six months ago when my employer made me redundant.
I was left with only just enough money to keep the roof over my head and
food on the table but no medical cover which I found disconcerting.

So began my long search for a new job, and I'm elated to say that with this
morning's post came an offer of a post from a rival of my former employer
(ironic eh?). I am so happy, I almost overlooked the fact that the job is
subject to references (no problem there) and a mandatory medical (should be
okay, not aware of any problems).

Well, here I go, off to my new job, washed and brushed and looking damned
smart I don't mind saying. It's been a long time since I had worn a
business suit and I felt good! Into the main lobby I confidently strode and
handed my temporary security pass to the guard standing in the main
foyer. He glanced at it and waived me to the chic looking receptionist by
the main lift. She was at least more welcoming and explained that I was
expected and an appointment had been made for me to see the company medical
officer and that I should proceed directly to his office on the fourteenth
floor. Pleasantly surprised by the organisation displayed so far I felt
that I had made the right choice by accepting this new job although it
wasn't as well paid as my previous one, but then beggars can't be choosers.

Arriving on the fourteenth floor, I turned left and walked along the
corridor, casually looking in through open doors into plushly decorated
meeting rooms but otherwise empty of staff. Shortly I arrived at the door I
was seeking; it had the name "Dr. Baxter-Hendrick" on it. I knocked on the
door to be greeted with a gruff "Come in please".

The voice belonged to a regular looking man, mid-fifties, average build and
height, brown hair and blue eyes which twinkled with humour. "Ah, you must
be Joseph Ashram. Please close the door, take a seat and make yourself
comfortable. According to my notes you start today with this company,
subject to this medical, which I am sure, looking at you will not be a
problem." I smiled and I said I hope so as I need all the money I can get,
to which he laughed.

He was calm and confident as he explained what the medical would consist
of, first the standard question and answer section, then secondly the
physical examination before writing up the report. The questions were of no
great concern i.e. previous medical history, family medical history, next
of kin, exercise regimes, hobbies etc. Each answer I gave him he faithfully
noted down before looking me in the eye and asking the next question.
Finally he put his pen down and said that we were now ready for the
physical examination, which I must admit, I was slightly nervous about.

He asked me to remove my clothing keeping only my boxer shorts on and to
sit on the couch. I did so and as I stripped I neatly folded my clothes
neatly on my chair before sitting on the couch as instructed. My blood
pressure, pulse, breathing and reflexes were measured and found to be
perfectly normal. As the doctor wrote the readings down he absentmindedly
asked me to remove my boxer shorts and stand by the couch. I choked and
asked him why. Frowning he said that there were still more tests to be
carried out which required me to be naked, without which he could not
complete the medical.

With a sigh I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled my boxers
down, stepped out of them and put them with the rest of my clothing. I
stood in front of him, naked and feeling a little awkward but rather turned
on by the idea of what was to come. He stood in front of me and gently
cupped my balls in one hand, asked me to cough and then felt them for any
abnormalities. After a couple of minutes he pronounced them fine, by which
time my cock was almost standing to attention. I'm sure a saw a trace of a
smile as he carried on writing his notes. Just as I was beginning to get
restless he looked up and asked me to turn round and bend over the couch. I
guessed what was coming, sure enough after a brief explanation I felt a
greased finger touch my anus and gently push its way in until it could go
no further and then started to feel around until it found my prostate. I
must admit I groaned at that point, the finger stopped moving and
withdrew. The doctor told me to stand up and again confirmed that
everything appeared fine. One final test remained to be done, his tone was
rather apologetic. He wished to see me walking to see if I had any back,
knee or hip problems. Unfortunately his walking machine was out of action
so he would need me to walk up the corridor and back so he could get an
accurate picture of my gait.

I went to say no way, but the look on his face reminded me that I still
needed to have the medical successfully completed in order to keep my
job. The doctor assured me that it would be very quick and no one would see
me, so reluctantly I walked to the door and opened it peering round the
corner to see if anyone was around. Thankfully no one was. He told me to
walk casually to the lift door and back. I did so, with face burning in
embarrassment and was immensely relieved to get back to the safety of the
doctor's office. I was told that I could put my clothes back on and that I
had successfully passed the company medical. I was now a fully fledged
member of the company and the report would be given to my line manager by
the end of the week.

CHAPTER 2 -- JOB APPLICATION & INTERVIEW

As I got up to leave the doctor asked me to wait a minute, he had something
to give me which I night find of interest. My curiosity was aroused
especially when I was handed an envelope with my name on it but he
instructed me not to open it until I got home. He assured me it was
absolutely genuine, his contact details were included inside so that I
could call him to discuss the contents without needing to use the official
channels.

My first day at work felt like the longest day of my life, the work was
boring but most of all my mind kept coming back to what might be in the
envelope. My imagination ran wild and I came very close to opening the
envelope in the company toilets but I managed to resist until I got home
before tearing the envelope open.

I sat at my kitchen table with my mouth agape; I could not believe what I
was reading. It was an advert and this is what the advert said:

"Are you outgoing, open minded, friendly, approachable, available at short
notice and in need of extra cash? If so a career in medical modelling might
be for you. Please call Dr. Baxter-Hendrick for further details and an
application pack. What are you waiting for?"

Well I started to laugh, it wasn't what I had imagined it to be but boy was
I interested! I called the number on the advert and left a message on the
doctor's voicemail asking for an application pack and further information
to be sent to me. I was grateful that I didn't speak to him directly as I
might just have changed my mind.

Two days later I received the package and it looked all very corporate and
professional. The job advertised would be based at the local medical
university and the successful applicant would help the tutors with their
lectures in various ways, mainly as a model but also in a practical
way. The initial contract would be for seven weeks but if after this
initial period both parties were satisfied with the arrangement then the
contract would be made permanent. In view of the sensitive nature of the
role and that the university was being very particular when seeking the
right candidate intensive interviews would be held followed by a medical
examination before the appointment could be confirmed. It emphasised that
the salary was very generous and that an incentive scheme existed for
successful completion of the contract. Not only that but lifelong free
medical cover was also offered.

I decided I had nothing to lose, certainly not the job I currently had
which was extremely boring and one I was already growing to hate. This
university post sounded much more interesting so I wasted no time in
completing the application form and posted it back the next day.

Oh how that week dragged, until the day I finally received the reply I had
been hoping for, "Yes" I shouted. My application had been accepted and that
I was being invited for an interview that weekend at the university. It
said I should bring an overnight bag in case the interview overran on the
Saturday and that the medical would be held on Sunday. If successful I
would be starting on the following Monday. Wow that was fast moving I
thought. I called Dr. Baxter-Hendrick to accept the invitation for
interview.

Saturday morning arrived; I was like a cat on a hot tin roof! I packed,
unpacked and repacked my overnight bag -- how stupid, it was only an
interview however well paid and interesting it might sound. Finally it was
time to leave, my taxi had arrived, I slammed the front door shut and
briskly strode to the waiting car. We arrived at the university early
giving me plenty of time to explore the campus and get a feel for the place
and the students within. I fell in love with the place and felt at home
straight away, making me that much more eager to pass the interview, I
couldn't bear the thought of walking away and going back to my dull job,
ugh!!

With butterflies in my stomach I approached main reception and told the
receptionist that I had an interview with Dr. Baxter-Hendrick at 2.30pm. Ah
yes, was the reply, that would be over in the main lecture theatre and I
was given a visitors badge and directions on how to find it. Following the
directions carefully (the campus is huge) I found the building; a very
impressive modernist building covered in polished steel and mirrored
glass. I was surprised to find controlled access on the front door, but in
these days of terrorism I guess you can't be too careful. However on my
approach the doors opened and a familiar face greeted me,
Dr. Baxter-Hendrick; he smiled warmly and beckoned me in.

He made small talk as he led me to the main staircase and we started to
climb. I was slightly out of breath by the time we got to the top floor but
Adam (as he insisted on being called) carried on talking without a
pause. Laughing when he noticed my heavy breathing he promised this would
be a thing of the past with all the facilities they have available,
assuming of course I passed the interview. At the top of the stairs was a
door with a "staff only" sign again with controlled access. Inside was a
large open plan room which seemed to occupy the whole of the top floor. To
my left was an area containing the usual office type furniture e.g. desks,
computers etc. To my right was a lounge area with large leather sofas where
two suited men were sitting chatting and casually observing my
entrance. What caught my attention was straight in front of me; I can only
describe it as being a pseudo consultation room with a wet room adjacent,
but again all open plan.

Before I could think any more about it Adam called the two men over and
introduced me to them as Dr. Peter Miller (Head of Human Resources) and Dr
Tom Wallis (Head of Student Services), they would be interviewing me in
conjunction with Adam (Medical Advisor to the University). With the
preliminaries over we walked over to a large oval table, me one side and
the three doctors on the other side and the interview began.

The position of "model patient" had arisen due to the expansion of the
teaching faculty and its increasing success academically. However it was
becoming a victim of its own success and the university was finding that
its students were lacking practical experience and intimate hands on
"knowledge" so they needed a person who would be able to facilitate the
gaining of this valuable experience and knowledge. Adam had been tasked
with finding suitable candidates and I had been shortlisted, there were
five others also being considered (so I still had to impress them).

Over the next two hours I was quizzed by all three of them assessing how I
responded to possible situations, personalities and what would be expected
of me along with the usual personal history questions. I must have ticked
the right boxes because by the end of the interview all three seemed
satisfied and were happy to announce that I had passed the initial
interview. We had a short relief break, then I was informed that the
compulsory medical examination would commence now as we had made good
progress and they saw no reason to delay further.

CHAPTER 3 -- INDEPTH SECOND MEDICAL

I was warned that it would be intensive, possibly embarrassing but
essential to assess if I would be right for the position. I was free to
refuse any part of the examination but it would of course disqualify my
application (which I was not going to do at any cost).

Having done well during the interview, I felt confident that I could pass
the next part with ease. Ignorance is bliss as they say! I was led over to
the consultation area and was asked to strip down to my boxer shorts; Tom
thoughtfully placed my folded clothes neatly on to one of the sofas. Peter
and Tom sat down on two nearby chairs while Adam carried out the medical.
Then while standing in front of the two men Adam carefully measured my
physical statistics e.g. height, weight, muscle definition, fat levels,
lymph glands and nerve responses etc. Peter then instructed me to remove my
boxers, which I did without hesitation, having had to do so in my previous
examination.

Stepping over to a nearby desk, Adam opened a drawer and pulled out a metal
bowl, a spoon and two glass screw top jars. He placed the bowl and one jar
down on the desk top, then turning round with one jar and lid in his hands
he asked me to provide a urine sample for him. "What, right now?" I
asked. Yes, please if you will. Well it took some concentration, but I
managed to squeeze out half a jar for him, I wished that I had left a
little in reserve when I'd had my relief break earlier on. The picking up
the bowl, spoon and other jar he informed me he needed a stool sample. I
went white, stammering "s-s-s-sorry, stool sample, w-w-why?" Adam's tone
hardened and explained that they needed the sample to ensure that I wasn't
harbouring any nasty bugs and the urine was to check that my kidneys etc
were working fine. "Now, it's quite simple, all you need to do is squat
down over this bowl, release a stool and that's all. So, come here and
let's get on with it." Reluctantly I walked over to where he'd gestured,
squatted down and tried to relax sufficiently to release a stool. I was so
self-conscious with three pairs of eyes watching me all the time. Finally a
chunk hit the pan, Adam said that was sufficient and gestured for me to
stand again handing me some tissue to wipe myself clean before disposing of
it into the bin. Adam then palpated my balls checking for lumps and any
abnormalities.

Seemingly satisfied with their findings they retreated to the interview
area to write up their findings. Feeling somewhat at a loose end I sat down
on the couch while I waited for whatever was to follow. When they
eventually returned Adam asked me to follow them to the wet area where they
would explain the next stage of the examination. They apparently needed to
carry out an internal examination, okay I can cope with a finger up my hole
but why in the wet area, why not simply on the couch?

Seeing the puzzlement on my face Adam explained they had to be certain that
I was in good physical both externally and internally, which required me to
be "cleaned out". As my confused look was still evident Adam offered to
help me with this task, which in my naivety I accepted with thanks. Adam
led me over to the shower area having picked up a pot of Vaseline on the
way. I could see a second shower hose with what appeared to be a butt plug
attached to the end and became a little concerned when he picked it and
started greasing it up. He explained that it had a hole at the tip through
which tepid water could flow and demonstrated this fact by turning the tap
on and once adjusted to a comfortable temperature poured some over my
hands.

Then he asked me to kneel down on all fours and to put my head on the
floor, as a result my bum was raised and my hole felt very exposed! I heard
him say relax and to follow his instructions, with that I felt the tip of
the plug touch my anus and gently push into me. As it got to the widest
point I began to feel the strain and started to flush red all over. Adam
assured me that it was almost in and with that it sank past my ring which
then gripped it tightly. Oddly it felt really good; being the first time
any object larger than a finger had been up my arse. However the pleasant
feeling didn't last long as the water flowing into me was making me feel
very bloated. After what seemed an eternity Adam asked me to scoot over to
the toilet, gently removed the plug and invited me to release to contents,
I needed no second asking, a forceful jet of faeces and water filled the
pan until no more came out. This whole process was repeated another three
times until Adam declared he was satisfied with the cleaning out.

Tom and Peter congratulated me on being so laid back with what was
obviously a first for me. The three men indicated that I should join them
in the consultation area and climb up onto the couch, again taking a
position on all fours facing away from them. I heard the quiet snapping of
rubber gloves being put on and guessed what was coming next. Sure enough,
out the corner of my eye I saw Adam approach with a tube of KY lubing up
his fingers. He again asked me to relax, this time they were going to be
assessing the elasticity of my anus, why I don't know but I wasn't exactly
in a position to question him. I felt a finger gently slide in, this time
it was easier as I was more relaxed and had had it done before. It was
withdrawn and then a second finger slid in beside it, not quite so easily
but not uncomfortable either. They were withdrawn and then three fingers
tried to gain entry. In they went but I was squirming with discomfort. Adam
thanked me for my patience and asked Peter and Tom to join him as he
thought he might have encountered a problem. Oh shit I thought I can't fail
now, not when I was so close and had to endure the intrusions that I had. I
was about to ask what was up when I felt Tom's fingers slide into me, his
fingers must have been slimmer than Adam's because his three fingers felt
okay but when he tried four I could relax no further. "Mmm" was his only
comment. Then it was Peter's turn and his fingers were like sausages, I
could only take two of his. I was asked to sit back down on the couch
whilst they discussed their findings. When they returned Adam was carrying
what appeared to be a long flexible torch, he asked me to lay on my side in
a foetal position and then with Peter and Tom intently watching it was
smoothly slid up my arse until Adams fingers were touching my hole, that
had to be a whole 18 inches of tubing up my arse! Crikey! Whatever they
were looking for they seemed satisfied. The torch was withdrawn and I was
offered a towel to wipe myself clean. Time for a coffee break they
declared.

I followed them over to the lounge area, still naked, and drank coffee and
making small talk as if it was the most natural thing in the world to
do. Finally it was back to business and I was led back to the interview
area where I was informed the interview and assessments were over.

CHAPTER 4 - CONFIRMATION OF APPOINTMENT & BASIS OF SALARY

Peter smiled at me and said that he was pleased to announce that I had
successfully passed both the interview and the assessments. He went on to
say how impressed the three of them were with how I had behaved during what
must have been a very gruelling interview and assessment process. They
would like to offer me the position of "Model Patient" providing of course
I still wanted the job and that I am happy to sign the contract they had
drawn up. I beamed with pride at the compliments and replied that while,
yes it was the first time I had experienced the various activities it
certainly hadn't put me off from applying for the job, if anything I was
even more determined to be successful in the role considering what I had
been through to get it!

Peter reached into a draw and pulled out a folder containing the contract,
job specification and salary details and pushed them over to me inviting me
to read them carefully before signing the contract.

Turning to the salary page I stifled a broad grin at what I read:

1st week - £100 per day

2nd week - £120 per day

3rd week - £140 per day

4th week - £160 per day

5th week - £180 per day

6th week - £200 per day

7th week - £220 per day

Successful completion of the initial seven weeks will result in a 50% bonus
being paid.

Wow, I thought that would be a total of £8,400 cash in hand. Where else
could I earn so much money so quickly and it would be totally legal?

Reading on:

After the successful completion of the initial seven weeks and it is
mutually agreeable the contract will be made permanent and free life-time
medical cover will commence. The annual salary will be £57,200 tax-free
and paid in cash on a monthly basis.

I cleared my throat and confirmed that the salary was most agreeable to
me. I then went on to read the job profile.

Job Title -- Model Patient

Reports to -- Tom Wallis (Head of Student Services)

Main Role -- Assist lecturers in promoting and facilitating the gaining of
practical experience and intimate hands on "knowledge" of all medical
students enrolled at the University.

I thought this sounded rather vague and queried this with Tom. He replied
that it was deliberately left like this because it was a new venture so the
role would evolve with time, not only that but it would give the model
greater flexibility when helping in lectures and at other times. That
sounded fair enough to me.

I then started to read the contract's terms and conditions:



1. Whenever the employee is on campus he is obliged to comply with all
requests made of him by senior management including lecturers. In return no
request will be made which will incur permanent physical harm.

2. The employee will treat staff and students with respect at all times, in
return he will be treated with all due respect afforded to members of
staff.

3. During lectures and other teaching scenarios the employee is obliged to
comply with all reasonable requests made by students providing it does not
contravene terms 1 & 2.

4. The employee shall maintain a professional attitude at all times to
facilitate the increased learning of the students and success of the
University as a seat of medical excellence.

5. The employee agrees not to divulge any information to the public unless
expressly permitted by the University.

6. The employee has free access to any part of the University and use of
its facilities to assist with terms 1 -- 4.

7. During the initial period the employee will undergo a medical at the end
of every week. Once a permanent contract has been attained the medical will
occur on a monthly basis.

I couldn't see anything which caused me concern so I happily signed both
copies of the contract. One was for me and the other was kept by Peter. All
three men warmly congratulated me and welcomed me on board as a new
recruit. It was only when I stood up to shake their hands did I realise
that I was still naked! I laughed and said I guess I should get dressed
now; Tom smiled and agreed before adding that it was great to see that I
was relaxed and comfortable in my natural state especially as I had such a
good physique. I blushed and walked over to where my clothes lay folded and
started to dress.

Peter came over and shook my hand again, said it was a pleasure to have met
me and wished me every success for the future. Tom came over too and gave
me a joining pack which gave me further instructions for the first day and
that he looked forward to meeting me again on Monday.

With that Adam led me out of the building and off campus before confirming
that he would be overseeing my medicals mentioned in the contract. I found
this reassuring as I had come to trust him and feel comfortable with his
calm authority.

I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying the spare time and preparing
myself for my new job next week.

CHAPTER 5 -- WEEK ONE - INDUCTION DAY

Monday morning came all too quickly and before I knew it I was walking
through the campus back to the lecture complex where I had been interviewed
two days ago. I walked straight past the security desk waiving my temporary
staff pass and waited where instructed in the main concourse. Within five
minutes I was joined by three other guys who I discovered had also applied
for the job and also been successful passed their interviews. We made small
talk for a few minutes before Tom joined us and led us into a large meeting
room on the first floor overlooking. Once inside Tom closed the door behind
us, told us to make ourselves comfortable and help ourselves to tea and
coffee etc.

To break the ice we introduced ourselves and gave a brief resume about
ourselves and our aspirations for the future as a model patient. First to
introduce himself was Ethan, a slim clean shaven blonde guy in his early
twenties. He had just graduated from university himself and was trying to
pay his student loan off as quickly as possible. Next was Marc, a black
guy, early forties, heavy set, close cropped hair with a goatee. Like me he
had recently been made redundant and desperately needed the money to pay
the mortgage and finance his children's education. Then came Tang, a petite
Chinese guy around about the same age as myself who had simply applied for
the job because he thought it sounded interesting. Lastly I introduced
myself.

Tom asked us if we had familiarised ourselves with the information pack he
had given us, we all nodded that we had done so. Did we have any questions?
No? Okay then we'll begin with a tour of the campus and the facilities
available to you as staff. After the tour we'll be meeting the media team
who take all the photographs and videos for the team. Then you'll break for
lunch before meeting with the media team again so that the course and
publicity photographs can be taken.

Wow I thought, no hanging around eh? Jump straight in, why don't we? I'm
not complaining though, at least there's no time to get nervous.

Tom's guide of the campus was actually very informative and he was really
quite a funny guy, putting us at ease with little effort. By the end of the
tour we felt that the five of us had been best buddies all our lives. It
was probably late morning before we walked back into the meeting room;
waiting for us was a group of nine men and women. The leader of the group
was a middle aged lady called Fiona who headed up the media team; she
introduced the rest of the group. They were by and large final year
students at the neighbouring Art College who were looking to gain valuable
experience in a realistic working environment. Ah I thought to myself, now
I know why they look so young to me! Tom reassured us that they were highly
professional and subject to the same respect and privacy clauses that we
were because they would be with us all the way, so to speak. They seemed a
friendly bunch and I thought we would all get along just fine.

At lunch time we (the models) walked over to the canteen to have our lunch
having been asked to return an hour later, this time we were to reconvene
on the top floor in the main staff room (where I'd been interviewed on the
Saturday). We chatted away, curious and excited about the afternoon,
wondering what would be involved and were we to become famous film stars?!
All too soon we made our way back to the lecture complex and walked up to
the top floor and pushed the door open.

Well, I didn't recognise the place. It had been transformed into a
photographic studio, although the consultation and wet areas remained the
same. Seeing our surprised expressions Brenda laughed and said we'd get
used to the place, nothing stays the same from day to another!! She
explained the first photo session would be as a group and then as solos
wearing the University uniform (black trainers, black jeans, black polo
shirt with the university logo on the left breast) in formal and informal
poses. This was easy enough and the camera guys were a laugh and it passed
all too quickly. Then we were asked to change into sports clothing which
had been provided for us, again group and solo photos were taken. Finally,
when we were just beginning to get bored with all the posing and we thought
that must be it, Brenda wandered over and asked us to remove our clothing
because they needed nude shots of us (I gulped) but before we could say
anything she assured us it would be done very tastefully as this was for
publicity, not pornography! Well, we all glanced at one another, none of us
wanting to appear to be the reluctant one, so we quickly stripped and
started posing for the camera again.

When she was satisfied that she had enough material for her purposes, she
said we could dress into the gym gear again and that the next shoot would
take place in the gymnasium across the campus. Walking across the campus I
felt like a star, with the film crew in tow following the four of us and
Brenda, students stopped and stared for a moment before carrying on
again. Brenda explained on route that she wanted the four of us to use the
all of gym equipment in turn so that a video could be recorded and photos
taken. If we thought we'd have the place to ourselves, we were very much
mistaken, the gym was in normal use and we had to suffer the curious gazes
of the other occupants. After a while I grew accustomed to their staring
and took no notice of it. By the time I completed the whole circuit I was
exhausted and sweating profusely, when I commented on it I was told, "don't
worry, it all adds to the realism of the film". When we had all completed
the circuits, Brenda gave us all pats on the back and congratulated for
being `naturals'. "Right then, time to get showered" she said, following us
as we made our way to the shower area. There was a large sign at the
entrance:

WARNING: Filming will be taking place here at various times throughout the
day, only use these facilities if you are willing to appear within the
footage.

Brenda instructed us to enter, strip naked chatting all the while, as a
group walk into the showers and wash as you would normally do. No horseplay
was to happen and we should interact as little as possible with anyone else
in there. Once washing & rinsing is finished we were return towel dry and
put on the clothes that would be provided. I was beginning to enjoy myself,
exposing my body (which I'd always been quite proud of) to anyone who
happened to want look at it. Surprisingly, despite the notice -- or perhaps
because of it, the changing room and showers were busy, with many guys busy
trying to watch without appearing to do so. However we managed to do the
filming in one shoot and obeying all of Brenda's directions. The clothing
we found on our return to the changing room were smart suits with shirt and
ties, again all in the University's colours. We looked damned smart by the
time we had finished dressing. Brenda told us we were to walk as a casual
group starting at the main entrance to the campus all the way to the
Lecture Complex, to enter, walk up to the security desk and that would be
the end of the filming for that day. It was getting late and we were
getting tired, so although it was a relatively simple task it took three
takes to get the right casual ambience to the film. Finally we were
finished and escorted up to the staff room on the top floor where we were
met by Peter and Tom.

They praised us for the patience we displayed today in what can be a
frustrating task satisfying demanding media staff and the willingness to
comply with all requests made of us. If we continued to maintain this
attitude we would all succeed in passing the initial contract period. We
beamed with pride. Tom asked if we had any questions at this stage, when we
didn't come up with any, they thanked us again and said they would see us
tomorrow when we would get to meet the students and start working for
real. I said goodnight to Ethan, Marc and Tang before making my way home
feeling mentally exhausted.

CHAPTER 6 -- WEEK ONE -- GETTING DOWN TO WORK

Tuesday morning and our team of four were bouncing with anticipation by the
time we walked into the staff room, as expected Tom was waiting for us with
a cheerful smile ready to outline our day ahead. Most of the day would be
spent touring the campus going into all forty classes where our services
will be provided. We will be introducing ourselves to the students with Tom
outlining the role we would be playing in promoting their education.
Sounded easy enough, although I felt nervous about having to talk about
myself to a classroom full of students, not just once but forty times! Then
if there was any spare time left we were free to use the gym if we wished
to do so. Later on it would become a requirement that we regularly attended
the gym.

After the first couple of classes we got into the swing of it and our
speeches were free flowing and more confident. Everyone was welcoming and
seemed genuinely interested in how we would assist their studies. Most of
the questions revolved around the filming yesterday, word sure got round
fast! Tom fielded all questions on this subject, simply stating that they
would find out soon.

Unfortunately our timetable slipped, we managed to have a half hour lunch
break but never got to use the gym, never mind there's always tomorrow.

During the feedback session Tom again praised us saying we had done very
well and the feedback he had received from his lecturers were positive and
all thought introducing us into their classes next week would be a great
idea. We replied that this was great news and that we were really looking
forward to getting started properly next week. Don't worry about next week
Tom replied smiling ever so slightly, there's plenty of work to do and
experience to gain in the remainder of this week. Tom went on to explain
that tomorrow (Wednesday) and Thursday mornings would be spent with the
media team again, we would be having one to one sessions with them, then in
the afternoon we were to report to the gym office and collect our personal
training plans designed to increase our fitness, lose any excess weight we
were carrying and generally buff our bodies up. There would be no need to
report to the staff room until Friday morning unless we had any problems.
With that he wished us good night and we went our separate ways home for
the evening.

Wednesday was a complete change of pace for me. I reported to main
reception and having met up with the media guys as planned I spent most of
the morning sitting before a camera and the interviewer asking questions
about my life's experiences and aspirations; how I came to be working at
the University; what I anticipated the job role to be like; what were my
impressions of the University; did I feel the University was helping in the
struggle to provide enough qualified medical staff for the UK; how far was
I prepared to go in helping the University achieve its goals and so on. It
didn't take me long to work out the direction the questions were going and
how they wanted me to answer. I ended up saying that I was prepared to do
anything to help the University as I had already come to love it and the
students felt like my family. The interviewer grinned broadly and said what
a great compliment that was for the Uni. As I sat outside enjoying a quick
sandwich for my lunch I reflected on how strange it felt to have spent all
morning without being told to take my clothes off!

Once I felt refreshed I reported to the gym office and collected my
training program and spoke to the gym instructor (Dave). He remembered me
from the Monday filming session, we chatted briefly about that episode and
how I was getting on in general while I quickly changed into my gym
gear. Dave went through the program with me, showing me the equipment I
needed to use and how to use them. Some students then came into the gym and
indicated they needed to speak to him, so he apologised for having to go
but promised he'd catch up with me later. After all the attention I had
received this week it was good to have some time to myself while I went
round the circuit taking my time to get the exercises correct and receive
the most benefit from them. As I got to the last machine Dave returned and
carried on chatting as if he'd never left and continued talking as he
followed me into the changing rooms. I said I was going for a shower to
freshen up, he said don't mind me and followed me in still talking. Boy
could he talk for England! I didn't mind as he was a friendly, fit, good
looking guy in his fifties and was laid back in his manner. Not only that,
I remembered our contract and asking him to leave would be disrespectful
and bad mannered. So there I was stark naked showering whilst discretely
being ogled by the gym instructor. I guess the exhibitionist in me must
have enjoyed it as I soon sported an erection without embarrassment, not
even when Dave commented on the size of my cock.

Showering over, I casually dried myself and slowly dressed, I was playing a
game in my mind on how long I could hold Dave's attention. Forever
apparently as he never let me out of his sight until I left the gym to go
home.

Thursday was easier as the media team wanted film me using the swimming and
sauna facilities, this would be part of their promotion drive to increase
the use (read as profitability) of the facilities as until now they were
running at a loss. The same warning signs from Monday were up again;
strangely the place was busier than usual according to Dave (he'd appeared
as if by magic).

Once the camera guy was ready to start filming I walked into the changing
rooms accompanied by Dave. This time he was acting as my official guide and
commentator for the film, his role was to sell the facilities while I
provided the entertainment. Making sure that I behaved normally and ignored
the camera totally I slowly undressed, folding my clothes up and placing
them in a locker close by. I noticed that as I removed my boxer shorts the
camera followed my actions, focusing on my behind as I bent down to pick
the boxers off the floor and then on my swinging cock as I walked over and
placed the shorts into the locker. As I was about to pull my Speedos on
Dave diverted my attention as if to prolong my nakedness in front of the
camera. After a few minutes he couldn't prolong it any further and allowed
me to pull the Speedos up. Strolling into the pool area I noticed that
although the pool was busy a lane had been reserved for my sole use. Dave
suggested I swim a few lengths until they indicated that enough footage had
been recorded. In the end I only needed to swim five lengths before I was
invited to climb out, rinse off under the cold shower to rinse the chlorine
off before going for a sauna.

Dave explained that the saunas were single sex to prevent any shenanigans
going on, so clothing was optional in this area. I decided to keep it
realistic so I removed my Speedos (again noting the camera following my
actions) but wrapped a towel around my middle for `modesty' reasons as I
walked into the sauna followed again by Dave and the camera guy. There were
two other guys already in there, both wearing trunks as they'd seen the
warning sign. Somehow whilst making small talk with them my towel managed
to slip off me without me noticing and completely vanish, leaving me no
choice but to carry on the session completely naked. Remembering my role
here, I made no comment but I was beginning to suspect that these two guys
could have been plants for the purpose of the filming. I quickly forgot
about being naked and enjoyed the whole sauna experience (I made a note to
myself to make sure I use these facilities whenever I had spare time as it
was so relaxing). Eventually time was called on the session and I was free
to take a shower and call it a day. I left having the distinct feeling that
Dave would like to get to know me better if given the chance.

I was looking forward to Friday morning as I hadn't spoken to Tang, Ethan
or Marc since Tuesday, having only seen them fleetingly as our timetables
had taken us in different directions and I was curious to know what they
had been doing. I bounded up the stairs of the Lecture Complex to the top
floor to find that the other guys were already waiting for me. Obviously
they were as keen as me to see what would be happening today, the last day
of our first week. The staff room was empty except for us, so we took the
opportunity to make ourselves a coffee and catch up on our activities over
the last couple of days, we laughed and joked so much that we didn't notice
Tom, Peter and Adam enter the room. We all jumped at their good mornings,
making them laugh too.

Once pleasantries were over we all sat round the large oval table (where
I'd originally been interviewed) and Tom began the review of the last four
days. In brief they were very impressed with all four of us, we had shown
outstanding professionalism and willingness to complete any task put in
front of us. If we continued in the same way then we were destined to
become very valued members of staff indeed. The Media Team had virtually
finished compiling the first set of promotional videos for the University
and the posters were with the printers at the moment. We would be offered
first viewing before being released to the general public. We expressed our
interest and amazement that we were going to be `stars'.

Well, first things first said Adam. There is the small matter of the weekly
medical that you all need to pass before this week can be signed off as
being complete and you get your first wage packet. We said fine, after all
what else can happen that we haven't already experienced? Adam merely
smiled. He explained that the purpose of the medicals were to check our
general health, fitness levels and if any issues needed to be addressed
from activities in the previous week. As this was the first week there
should have been little change from the interview medical but the
University needed to follow procedures all the same. Fair enough I thought
taking care of our well being can only be for the good. Right guys, who
wants to go first? Marc said he'd get it over with and set the pace for the
rest of us, giving us a wink and followed Adam over to the consultation
area. Tom and Peter gestured to us to follow them over to the lounging
chairs nearby so that we would have an unrestricted view of the proceedings
so we'd know what to do when it came to our turn.

Adam asked Marc strip naked, which he did without hesitation. I could see
why, boy, was he one hell of a beefy guy. Heavy set but mainly muscle,
close cropped hair with a short goatee and only a smattering of body
hair. What drew my attention was his large pendulous cock, it had to be
about five inches long when soft and decently thick and sat above a decent
pair of balls. As he removed his pants he gave them a tug to release them
and set his cock bouncing. Mmm, yum yum I thought! Adam wasted no time in
starting his measurements. First came blood pressure, heart rate, reaction
tests, then he weighed Marc before measuring his muscles and testing his
flexibility. On completion he asked Marc to turn round and bend over the
couch, he did so using his elbows to support himself and closed his eyes in
anticipation. Adam pulled on a pair of latex gloves and put a generous
amount of lube onto his index finger. Gently he slid his finger up the
exposed puckered hole, bringing a sigh from Marc's lips, feeling around
before withdrawing it and asking Marc to turn around. He did so, revealing
a massive hard on which had to be at least nine inches in length. Adam
thanked him and asked him to rejoin us, but he was to remain naked for the
time being.

Ethan stood up as Marc approached, slapped him on the back before
commenting "well done big fella, I guess I'll go next." Ethan quickly
stripped without being asked to revealing his slim youthful body, modest
musculature and fine covering of blonde hairs. He initially covered his
crown jewels before taking his hands away exposing a decent sized
package. He stood to attention during the tests as if he felt a little
awkward, when asked to turn around he seemed almost relieved to be facing
away from us and in his eagerness he backed onto Adam's finger drawing a
chuckle from the rest of us. On turning around he too sported a hard on of
a decent six inches, again he was instructed to remain naked and to rejoin
us. He gave me a bashful smile before swapping places with Tang.

Tang went next, stripped slowly, folding his clothes neatly before turning
around giving us a big grin which made us laugh. His virtually hair-free
body made him appear younger than his thirty years but did show his
six-pack off to perfection! Unfortunately (to my taste at least) he was not
only petite in stature but also petite down below, even after the prostate
examination. What he lacked in size he made up in personality and gave me a
high five as I got up to take my turn.

As I stood and removed my clothes I wondered what the others made of my
appearance, what with the olive skin tones and black hair which covered
most of my chest, arms and legs (but thankfully not too much on my back). I
was quite proud of my package, it wasn't as big as Marc's but at least I
came in second. Having a finger up my arse was nowhere near as embarrassing
as walking back to group with a hard on bobbing with every step. Once I was
sitting down Adam started to give his feedback on the examinations.

Over all it was positive, we'd all started to show signs of losing excess
weight but it was a little early to see any muscle building happening. Our
health was good and showing no signs of stress etc. There was only one area
of concern he had which was also shared by Peter and Tom. All four of us
were displaying signs that our anal ring muscles were tighter than they
should be and would almost certainly cause us significant problems in the
coming weeks if nothing was done to rectify the situation. We looked
non-plussed and asked him to elaborate. Adam looked up from his report and
flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for. He said that
I was only 27% flexible as I need to be, Ethan was 17%, Tang 13% and Marc
only 10%. These figures were very worrying and put the whole project at
risk. Shit we said in unison, what could we do to help? Peter took over
from Adam, saying that as observers they were unable to recommend a
suitable course of action but they did have a muscle development specialist
they could call in for guidance provided we were prepared to follow
whatever his recommendations were. Hell yes, we agreed, our new found
careers were at risk. Fair enough, Peter nodded confirming he would set the
ball rolling and that we could take a relief break for fifteen minutes
while we waited for the specialist to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later as we waited expectantly, Dave entered the staff room
to all of our surprise. Looking at the shock on our faces Peter explained
that Dave is a specialist in all muscles of the human body so we were in
very capable hands and that we were to follow his instructions to the
letter if we were to overcome this serious problem. Dave asked us to follow
him to the wet area (uh oh I thought, I've been here before) explaining
that if he was going to be able to accurately analyse the problem and
provide us with a solution then he needed a clean hole to work with. He
said he knew that we had already met the hose and hollow butt plug before
so didn't need us to explain its workings to us, the only thing he wanted
to know was did we want him to clean us out or would we work on each
other. The latter would be preferable as it would be good team building and
we would learn to trust and appreciate one another. Good point I thought,
so I offered to go first and asked Marc to clean me out. Tang asked Ethan
to clean him out and I cleaned Ethan. Marc seemed reluctant but then Tang's
gentle manner won him round and we finally got to see that muscled butt
raised up in the air with a hose coming out of it. Once we were all done
and towelled off, Dave asked us to climb up onto one of the sofas. Our
knees were to be on the seat and chests resting on the back in doing so
presenting our four rears to him in a row. Peter, Tom and Adam wandered
over and perched on a nearby table watching the proceedings intently. With
latex gloves already on, Dave walked up behind us and carefully applied
lubricant to all our holes. Then telling us to push backwards, he inserted
first one finger, then two and if possible three fingers to establish our
anal elasticity. With Marc he only managed one and that was with
difficulty. When he commented on this, Marc turned his head and said "What
do you expect? Up until this week I've never had anything up
there.��� He performed this test twice before seeming satisfied with
his findings and walked over to the three men to give them his
recommendations.

Once we'd wiped ourselves clean and sat back down with the others Dave
summed up his findings for our benefit and what exercises he recommended
for each of us. With Marc he said he had no option but to take things
slowly, he recommended using butt plugs at least twice per day, starting
off small before working up to larger sizes. With Ethan and Tang as they
were a little more developed he recommended a similar routine but this time
it would be using dildos. Lastly with me, I could use either of these tools
but he thought I would make faster progress if he used digital stretching
on me, did I have any objection if he carried this out? It would keep
things more professional and there couldn't be any claims of a conflict of
interest if Adam did it. Put it that way how could I object, plus I liked
Dave so it was no problem as far as I could see. Peter concurred with this
idea as Tom, Adam and he needed to remain impartial observers when
recording our progress. So that was settled then.

As it was nearly lunchtime Tom suggested we get dressed, have something to
eat and be back in the staff room an hour from now. Over lunch we discussed
the morning events and how we felt about it, I couldn't believe how laid
back Marc was considering he was straight and had children. I quizzed him
about this, he simply said he was comfortable with his sexuality; the money
was too good to pass by; he enjoyed showing off his body and he didn't care
if the eyes watching were male or female. Fair enough, I thought.

On returning to the staff room, we did a double take as we looked at the
oval interviewing table. There was a huge selection of butt plugs and
dildos neatly standing in groups according to size and width. Dave beckoned
us over and explained he'll be selecting the ones we needed for our
exercises (including me). He told us to strip again and assume the position
on the sofa again, we must have looked a picture -- four raised bums in a
row. I felt my hole being lubed up and the head of a dildo briefly being
inserted then removed. Then another one pushed in, this time a little
bigger, again it was withdrawn and the final one was inserted. It was
uncomfortable but at least it was taken out again straight away. Dave
indicated I could get up, take hold of the three dildos he'd given me and
sit down while he deals with the other three guys. I was impressed with the
length of the dildos, they were at least twelve inches long and even the
smallest was wider than my own cock, the largest was wider than my wrist! I
watched as Ethan and Tang were fitted with their dildos, it was so erotic
that I quickly sported a hard on much to Dave's amusement. When Ethan and
Tang were finished they sauntered over to me showing their trophies. We
commented on the fact they had six dildos each: three were six inches in
length and the other three were the same length as mine, they varied in
width but their largest ones were about the same width as my middle sized
dildo. We then watched in awe as Dave worked his magic on Marc's hole,
managing to get several butt plugs of increasing size into it before having
to admit defeat on a medium sized one. "Ok big guy, that's enough for
now". With a groan Marc stood up and stretched, sporting a semi-hard on
which made me raise an eyebrow. Dave gave Marc four butt plugs, one of
which was bigger than he'd managed to take today.

Dave provided us all with gym bags to keep the butt plugs and dildos safe
along with a can of Crisco each. Giving us a serious look he asked us to
use the equipment at least once per day and to treat our bodies with
respect, never pushing them beyond their limits and to make sure we cleaned
ourselves out thoroughly beforehand. He also suggested that the best time
to do it would be when we got home after having completed our exercise
regimes because our bodies would be more relaxed and accepting of the
intrusions. Turning to me, he said that I am to report to his office after
my exercises where he will administer the digital stretching there. He
reminded us that our efforts and achievements would be assessed in our next
medical the following Friday.

Tom entered the staff room, nodding a greeting to us and asked Dave if he
was finished with us. Dave confirmed that he was. Tom informed us that we
were now free to go and enjoy an early finish, make the most of it he joked
-- it will be the last for a few weeks. He then handed us each a brown
envelope containing £500 cash asking us to be in the staff room on Monday
morning nice and early so he can outline our timetables for the week
ahead. Thanking him we dressed and made our exit having put our pay packets
in a safe place. I wished the other guys farewell and headed home for a
chill out weekend.



CHAPTER 7 -- WEEK TWO -- ANATOMY CLASS

Monday morning already, and here I was again waiting in the staff room with
the other guys comparing notes on our respective weekends and how quickly
it had passed. We had put our gym bags into our lockers for use later on
today. Right on time Tom walked briskly into the staff room and joined us
with a cheerful smile. Welcome to the beginning of your second week and
this is where your real work starts, up to now it has just been preparation
and assessing your aptitude and willingness to accept new challenges (which
we're very satisfied with at present).

He gave each of us a timetable; each day would be basically the same except
for Friday when we would have the compulsory medical. This was my time
table:

Monday to Thursday: 9.00 -- 12.00 Anatomy class, 12.00 - 13.00 Lunch, 13.00
-- 16.00 Anatomy class,

16.00 -- 17.00 Exercises in Gym, 17.00 -- 18.00 Digital stretching



Friday: 9.00 -- 12.00 Anatomy class, 12.00 - 13.00 Lunch, 13.00 -- 16.00
Anatomy class,

16.00 -- 18.00 Medical

It seemed simple enough; although I was slightly apprehensive I was
reassured by the fact that we had already met the students so they would
exactly be total strangers. All too soon it was time for us to go to our
classes, we had a group hug and wished each other good luck and we'd meet
up again at lunch time.

I walked down the stairs to the second floor, along the corridor to the
main lecture theatre doors and knocked briskly on the door. Upon hearing a
"come in" I stepped inside to face a room full of expectant students and
the lecturer bouncing over to greet me and warmly shake my hand. He
introduced himself as Neil and understood that this was my first class as a
model patient, so he would be gentle with me which drew a chuckle from the
students. Turning to the class he introduced me as "Joseph" and as already
explained he will be helping us demonstrate the physical and practical
aspects of medical practices. This lesson with be covering anatomy and
utmost respect is to be shown to Joseph throughout.

I was beginning to relax when Neil said, right let's begin then, Joseph
would you please remove your clothes and stand on the platform to the right
of the whiteboard. Taking a deep breath, I smiled briefly at Neil and
calmly stripped naked placing my folded clothes on a vacant chair near the
door. Walking across the front of the class I tried to ignore the stares of
the student, I stepped up on to the platform and taking an upright but
relaxed stance I faced the students. Neil was in the process of selecting
students who needed extra help in remembering the physical structure of the
human body. For the next couple of hours I had a procession of students
walking up to me pointing to various muscles, tendons, ligaments all over
my body. Very quickly I forgot I was the only naked person in the room and
the students grew accustomed to it rapidly too. Finally the last student
sat back down and Neil said that he had only two areas left to be covered
before lunch, one being the anus and the other being genitals. I quietly
gulped to myself. Neil asked me to get down on all fours, put my head on
the floor and raise my bum up in the air exposing my hole to everyone. He
then explained the function of the anus and that the anus was a ring of
muscle which could contract and relax at will. He also reminded them that
it was through the anus the prostate gland could be examined (by touch). I
heard a scraping of chairs and I realised that he had gestured that the
first row of students were to come down and take a closer inspection of my
hole. Neil asked my permission for him to lubricate my hole and to allow
the students to explore my rectum if they wished to. Remembering the terms
of the contract, what else could I say? I said sure, be my guest. With that
I felt a liberal amount of lubricant applied to my hole and also inside,
thankfully I'd decided to have a clean out before I left home this morning!
I felt the first finger hesitantly touch my hole making it quiver
reflexively, Neil told the student not to be scared and carry on, the
finger then pushed in and started feeling around until it found my prostate
and then withdrew. The novelty soon wore off; one finger was much like
another except for the occasional one which tried to go deeper or a second
one entered too. At long last Neil invited me to stand exposing my raging
hard on, well what was to be expected having had all attention paid to my
hole? In response to the gasps and stifled sniggers of the students Neil
explained that this was a common side effect of anal examinations. As I was
so turned on Neil said, perhaps I would like to demonstrate ejaculation to
the students? I was so embarrassed but as he said I was rather turned on so
in only a matter of minutes I shot a load all over the nearest student
causing a cacophony of hysterical laughing and a smile from Neil.

This brought the class to a suitable end, Neil thanked me for my assistance
and said he looked forward to working with me this afternoon with the next
class and that I could now get dressed and go for my lunch. I quickly got
dressed and waved goodbye to the students as I left.

I met up with Ethan and Tang in the canteen where we sat and ate our lunch
exchanging news on how our mornings had gone. It appeared that the class
routine and content was standard as we'd all had to perform the same
tasks. We agreed that it was pretty embarrassing for the first time but not
as bad as we had anticipated. I asked where Marc was, Ethan said he was
skipping lunch with us as he'd previously arranged to meet his son for
lunch now that he was back in paid employment.

The afternoon session was virtually a word for word re-run of the morning
class, except that it was a room full of different students. Knowing what
lay ahead I felt a whole lot more confident, this time when asked to strip
I did so and was able to face the students at the same time, thereby seeing
their admiring glances as my body revealed itself. I enjoyed the experience
and was a little saddened when it was all over. At least I knew I had
another four days of this displaying myself in this way.



After class I made my way to the staff room, as it was deserted I took the
opportunity to clean myself out again, before collecting my gym bag and
heading off to the gym. I spent the next hour conscientiously doing all the
exercises I had been instructed to do. From time to time I'd recognise a
face from earlier in the day and smile at the startled expression on their
face. I'd then wave, breaking the ice enough for them to say hello before
moving on. By the time I had completed my circuit I was exhausted and ready
for a hot shower. I quickly stripped off and enjoyed a refreshing
shower. Afterwards I simply wrapped a towel round my waist, picked up my
bag and walked over to the gym office. The door was open and Dave was
evidently waiting for me because he smiled and beckoned me in, telling me
to lock the door behind me and pull the blind down as we won't want
interruptions he assured me.

He made small talk as he folded up a number of towels and placed them on
the desk in front of him. He decided the most comfortable position for me
to start off with would be laying on one of the exercise benches he had at
the back of the office. He carried it through, draping a couple of towels
over wooden surface to provide padding for me. He stood back and nodded
towards it. Following his drift I removed my towel and got into position --
laying face down with legs either side of it and my arms folded underneath
my chin. I raised my hips to allow him to put towels underneath me thereby
raising my bum a little and increasing my comfort. Dave then pulled out a
can of Crisco from his drawer, slipped on a pair of latex gloves and
scooped up a handful of the Crisco. He told me to relax, to trust him and
enjoy the experience. I lifted my head towards him and smiled an
acknowledgement then rested my head on my folded arms again.

He sat down, straddling the bench close behind me and then started to apply
the Crisco to my hole. Gently he pushed a dollop up into my arse, and then
another followed. While he waited for those to warm up and melt he started
to knead my hole with both hands, massaging and swirling his fingers it
around all the time exerting a light pressure which had a relaxing and
mesmerising effect on me. In a light daze I felt a finger smoothly glide up
inside until it could go no further, then in withdrew before re-entering at
the same pace. This was repeated many times until I could barely register
it, then a second finger joined it and the whole process was repeated
again. After what seemed a short while I felt a third finger join the other
two, boy I thought, I must be really relaxed as I felt as comfortable now
as I did when Dave first started. Dave must have read my thoughts because
at that precise moment he asked me if I was ok, I groaned a "yes, please
don't stop!" He laughed and said he had every intention of doing so. For
what seemed like forever those three fingers kept going in and out and
swirling around, at some point a fourth finger joined, I only realised
because I began to feel a little uncomfortable and that I was reaching my
limit. Dave told me to relax, I did my best to do so and eventually it felt
good again. Finally the fingers withdrew completely and Dave told me to
stand up, we were giving my hole a rest for five minutes. I was told that
was the first part of this afternoon's exercises, the second one was about
to start.

Walking over to my sports bag Dave retrieved the three dildos and started
greasing them up, straddling the bench again he stood the smallest one
upright but still holding it around the base to keep it stable. Beckoning
me over he instructed me to also straddle the bench and lower myself until
my hole touched the tip of the head. Then I was to slowly slide down on it
until I had taken it all in. I did so under his guidance, the first six
inches went in easily, and then it stopped. Dave told me to relax in
exactly the same was as before, sure enough, with a slight flush to my
face, I continued sinking down until I was sitting firmly down on the bench
and able to feel the whole twelve inches inside me. He gestured for me to
rise up and then slowly lower myself down again, each time the head slipped
past my inner sphincter I felt the flush to my face until after about a
dozen repetitions I had become accustomed to it and was able to swallow the
whole dildo in one smooth movement. Dave then swapped the smallest dildo
for the middle sized one and I repeated the whole process again. Then came
the largest one, this time Dave told me just to take it completely inside
and then rest, I'd done enough for one day. While I was sitting on the
bench with the dildo stretching me from inside I asked him why the other
guys had two sets of dildos while I only had the one.

Dave looked up saying that I was more advanced than the other three, the
exercises were designed to stretch and increase the control we had on both
the outer and inner sphincters. The six inch dlildos are for stretching the
out ring while the twelve inch one are for the inner one, which as you can
feel have been effective. Hopefully by the end of this week Ethan and Tang
will be at your stage today with Marc being ready for the dildos but we
will have to see how they progress. With that he called an end to the
session, standing up I let the dildo slowly slide out with a quiet
plop. Strangely I felt empty and missed the sensations it provided but I
was feeling tired too. As I towelled myself clean and started to dress I
asked how I was progressing, Dave confirmed that he was very pleased with
my progress and was hoping to get both my sphincters almost completely open
by the medical. He would then be satisfied that I was able to cope with
whatever lay in store for me in the coming weeks. I thanked him for all the
care and attention he was devoting to the four of us, it's all part of the
job when you're a muscle development specialist! I laughed, wished him good
evening and that I'd see him tomorrow evening.

Tuesday morning and it was business as usual in the Anatomy class, as I
knew what to expect I wore less clothing so as to save time and look more
professional. I had chosen to wear a snug fitting T-shirt, jeans and
flip-flops. That's it and it worked a treat, the clothes came off smoothly
and I felt more relaxed. Neil (the lecturer) must have noted this fact as
he commented on it during break time and at the same time he confirmed that
I would be working with him for the rest of the classes during the initial
contract. I felt a great sense of pride that not only was I doing something
I really enjoyed but I was also coming across as an experienced
professional (I just hoped that I could keep the act up). At the end of the
morning session Neil asked if he could join me and the other models for
lunch as he had something to show us which might be of interest. I replied
sure, it would be a pleasure. In the canteen the three guys were waiting
for me and seemed genuinely pleased to meet Neil. After introductions and
small talk about how our mornings had fared Neil led us out into the main
campus and through to the main public entrance. I couldn't believe my
eyes. Everywhere I looked there were images of us four -- on posters,
magazine covers, fliers etc. It was very tastefully done and looked so
professional. The media team had used us to promote virtually every aspect
of the University and what it had to offer; from courses, leisure
facilities, student accommodation to campus life, it all seemed to be
there! Our faces must have been a picture because Neil burst out laughing
and waved to Brenda who'd been hiding in the background waiting for our
reactions. "I told you they'd love it, you should trust your instincts
more" Neil said to Brenda, who then spent the next five minutes quizzing us
on our opinions of the artwork. We unanimously thought it was excellent
with Marc being the most relieved that it had been done tastefully with
intimate parts being kept covered.

I was on such a high I barely noticed the afternoon session and I only
really came down to earth half way through the exercises in the gym when my
fatigued muscles made their presence felt. Not even cleaning myself out in
the staff room wet area registered on my radar I was that taken up with the
literature! By the time I'd showered and walked into Dave's office I was
back to my normal self and looking forward to the next stretching session.

Dave was ready and waiting for me; the bench was laid up with towels, a
number of dildos lay on his table (I swear they're bigger than the ones in
my bag) and a can of Crisco sat by the bench. He closed and locked the door
behind me, saying as I know the routine we'd get straight into the
exercises. Nodding my agreement I shed my towel and laid down naked on the
bench as I had done yesterday. He suggested that I tell him all about my
day, that way I will not focus on what he's doing and my body will be
naturally relaxed. Sounds good to me I thought, so I lay with my head on my
folded arms and told him everything that had happened. I barely noticed him
applying the Crisco to my hole and only started to hesitate in my story
telling when I realised he had four fingers in me, but it was a lot easier
that yesterday. Dave stopped his motions but leaving them in me he asked me
if I was still okay. I nodded a yes and he resumed his invasion of my
arse. When I was totally loose from the four fingers I felt his thumb draw
in behind them and he starting the pushing swirling motion again. I could
no longer continue with the tale of my day as all I could utter was quiet
groans. He told me to stay relaxed but to push out as if I was having a
dump, following his instructions as best as I could, I starting pushing out
with my sphincter. There was a moment when discomfort almost became pain
when suddenly it was over and I felt the widest part of his hand push past
the sphincter and slide smoothly in up to the wrist. Crikey I said is that
really your hand inside me? In answer Dave simply wriggled his fingers
tickling my prostate and making my cock throb wildly. I said I felt
incredibly full and that I needed a shit right now. Calm down he said, this
is a natural reaction for your rectum, I want you to just lay there and
relax, feel the hand inside you, cherish it and soon enough you will become
accustomed to it. The next task for you is to be able to release my hand
and let it back in again easily, this is not as easy as you may think and
we are going to spend the next half hour doing just that. He was right,
letting it back out was not easy, I thought I was giving birth to a baby! I
kept sweating and groaning but eventually his hand was released from my
hole. Before I could sigh a breath of relief his hand was pushing back up
inside me, this time there was less resistance, then it was pulled back out
again. Each time he repeated the process it got easier and easier. After
what must have been half an hour his fist went in and out of my hole just
as easily as if it had been a single finger. I never thought being fisted
could feel so good and while at work too!

Dave told me to rest a minute while he went to collect the dildos from his
desk and started greasing them up before my eyes. They were not shaped like
other dildos that I'd seen before, the head was exaggerated when compared
to the shaft and I made this observation to Dave. He explained that they
were designed to stretch the rectum, inner sphincter and beyond rather than
the anus as it had already received enough attention. Instead of squatting
down onto the dildo Dave got me to lay back down on the bench in the same
position as when he'd fisted me. The dildo needed supporting and this way
he could feed it into me better. He reached for the smallest dildo; the
head was about the size and shape of a lemon with the neck about an inch
and a half wide and eighteen inches long. I didn't believe that I could
take all of it, but I was shortly to find out otherwise. Dave pushed a
large wad of softened Crisco up my hole before inserting the head into my
arse; there was little resistance until it reached the inner ring. After
some gentle pressure and deep breaths from myself it slipped through the
ring and up into my intestines. It seemed to go on forever until at last I
felt Dave's fingers at my anus, I heard him say "good boy" before slowly
pulling it out again. Again when it reached the inner ring there was
resistance which slowly surrendered to pressure. After a dozen repetitions
the inner ring gave up all resistance and the dildo was able to glide in
and out smoothly. Time for the next one, Dave declared. This time the head
of the dildo was the size of a small orange, again it entered me easily
until the inner ring and history repeated itself again. Moving on to the
largest dildo he'd greased up Dave advised me to totally relax, if I was
unable to accommodate it I was to let him know. After a lot of huffing and
puffing I did manage to take it past the inner ring but my body had had
enough and we called it a day. Dave praised me for my endurance and was
absolutely certain that I would be 100% anally flexible by the medical on
Friday. I sure hoped so as I could imagine how much more I could take up
there......

The Wednesday morning session passed without incident, over lunch Marc,
Ethan, Tang and I chatted away like we had known each other and been
working together for years, rather than the week and a half it actually
was. No one raised the subject of the stretching exercises so I said
nothing either, assuming that my progress matched theirs. After a group hug
we went off to our afternoon sessions as if it was just another day at the
office.

Here I am again in Dave's office, wondering how much stretching I will have
to do today. This time Dave's laid the towels out over an upright arm chair
rather than the usual exercise bench and there's no signs of any dildos
which surprised me. He asked me to sit on the chair backwards; with my legs
stretched out over the arms of the chair, my chest touching the chair's
back and my fingers interlocking behind it to keep my balance. As a result
my arse hovered in the air with my hole totally exposed. Dave knelt down
behind me, applied the Crisco to my hole and his gloved hands then gently
started to fist me. Within a few minutes his hand was enveloped inside me
and started to explore further, teasing the inner ring. Then I could feel
him adjust his position and the hand withdrew a little, looking behind me I
could see the he'd moved his arm so that his elbow was resting on the seat
and his forearm was vertical. He told me to release my grip on the chair
and slowly let the weight of my body impale itself on his arm. I felt his
coned fingers once more touch the inner ringer and slowly push through,
stopping at widest point. After a few minutes of deep breaths and words of
encouragement from Dave the ring gave way and I carried on sliding down his
arm until I came to rest on chair seat. The sensations pulsing through my
body was incredible and I was in a reverie only broken by Dave instructing
me to rise and fall until the inner ring had stopped resisting his
hand. Finally all resistance had gone and I was told to take a break for
five minutes while he prepared the desk for the next exercise. Stretching
and walking to get my circulation back I asked what was next, the cryptic
reply was that I could now do depth but I also needed width as Adam has big
hands.

When he was ready Dave got me to lay on the desk on my back with my legs
held against my chest, again my hole was exposed for the assault to
come. Gently he fisted me with one hand then with the other, slowly
increasing the pace until I was unable to tell which was which. Then
instead of one fist he coned the two hands together and slowly pushed them
into me. The pressure was gentle but relentless and after what seemed
eternity I felt the familiar release of tension as the widest part was
reached and my arse swallowed his two hands. He released his hands and
slowly slid them out. Patting me on the rump, he congratulated me again on
being so talented and that as far as he was concerned I had passed the
stretching course and that he wouldn't need to see me again until Friday at
the medical. This was music to my ears, yet I was a little saddened as I
had grown accustomed to all this personal attention. Before I left Dave
gave me some tips on how to strengthen my ring muscles without losing any
of their elasticity. After getting dressed I thanked him for all of his
help and hoped that teaching me hadn't been too much of a chore. He assured
me it had been a pleasure and that he had a feeling we would be working
together in the future.

Thursday was pretty mundane except that I was sure the Neil seemed to be
sizing me up as if trying to make his mind up about something. Oh and a
wise guy tried inserting more than one finger into me, in fact he went for
the whole hand! I would have stopped him but I remembered the contract so I
had no choice but to let him, right there in front of a classroom full of
people watching.

At last Friday afternoon had arrived; posing can get awfully tiring you
know! Tang, Ethan, Marc and I sat in the staff room passing the time
talking about our plans for the coming weekend, waiting for the others to
arrive so our medicals could start. Adam arrived first apologising for his
lateness, he said Tom, Peter and Dave would be along shortly, the meeting
they were in was overrunning. He hoped we hadn't been waiting too long and
suggested that we make a start by cleaning ourselves out in preparation. It
seemed like a good idea otherwise we'd never get home tonight. Ethan and
Tang paired off immediately and cleaned each other out, laughing a lot and
being very tactile, I guess they were becoming more than just good
friends. Good for them, I thought, being in love is wonderful, I hope they
make the most of it. Marc must have read my mind because he chuckled, and
said that just leaves the two of us, would you mind doing the honours for
me? It would be a pleasure I smiled (and boy did I mean it!).

In the middle of being cleaned out myself; Tom, Dave and Peter let
themselves in quietly, catching my eye they asked me to carry on and not
mind them. Finally we were ready for the medical. Adam told us to remain
naked for simplicity's sake and then called us up one by one to the
consultation area for the same medical tests carried out last Friday. While
the that was being carried out we sat as a group and discussed all that had
happened in the intervening week going over all the positive and negative
aspects. Tom and Peter seemed genuinely concerned for our wellbeing.

Tom announced it was time to assess how well we had progressed in the anal
ring stretching exercises we had been given last week and indicated that we
were all to go over to the couch in the consultation area where one by one
we'd be assessed by Adam, Tom and Peter in the same way has we had been
assessed by Dave last week. Who would like to go first? No, not you Joseph,
we know you've exceeded expectations and we will ask for your services at
the end of the assessment. Okay Tang you go first. So Tang climbed up on to
the couch, assumed the position and in doing so gave us a perfect view of
his puckered little hole. The three guys slipped on latex gloves and
started to grease their hands up, Adam went first carefully inserting one,
two and finally three fingers but that was all. Then Tom went next, as he
had thinner fingers he just about got four fingers in before Tang started
to groan in discomfort. Peter only managed two fingers. Adam allowed Tang
to get down off the couch and rejoin us and confirmed that there had been
significant improvement in his elasticity. He was now at 30% compared to
13% last week, clearly there was a lot more work to do next week. Ethan
smiled at Tang encouragingly and said he'd go next. Up he got onto the
couch and obligingly presented his hole for inspection. Adam managed to
quite quickly work up to four fingers but then had to stop, this time Peter
went next and got three fingers in before reaching the limit. Tom went last
and to our surprise without much delay inserted his whole fist in the hole,
making Ethan flush and brought a look of shock to Marc's face. Clearly Tom
wasn't getting any further and gently removed his hand. Adam congratulated
Ethan saying he was at 40% compared to 17% last week. Adam beckoned Marc
over who said as he climbed up on to the couch that he didn't think he was
going to match the first two in elasticity. Don't worry, Adam assured him,
it's not a race you will all reach the same destination before too much
longer. I'm not sure Marc was all that reassured. It was a pleasure
watching his hole being invaded by the three men's fingers. Peter just got
two fingers in, Adam and Tom both managed three fingers after a lot of
huffing and puffing from Marc. I gave him a mock punch on the arm telling
him well done as Adam announced that he'd improved from 10% last week to
27% this week and that he should be proud of himself. Marc gave a bashful
smile.

Oh well, here goes I thought, I just hope I do myself proud and justify
Dave's hard work with me this week. Climbing up onto the couch I winked at
Marc before resting my head on my hands with my bum up in the air. Before
long I felt Tom's fingers explore my ring and with only slight resistance
his whole hand slid up into my rectum in one smooth push. It carried
sliding up until the second ring, with words of encouragement from Tom I
took some deep breaths and his fist slid past that ring too. I was
breathing rapidly and felt every movement his hand made, finally I felt his
elbow touch my cheeks before he stopped and started to carefully
withdraw. The room was silent as Adam stepped up and took Tom's place
behind me. Again his hand smoothly pushed passed my anus, up my rectum and
with only slight resistance pushed through the second ring. Again he only
stopped when he went in up to the elbow before slowly pulling out. Finally
it was Peter's turn and I was dreading it as I knew his hands were larger
than any hand I'd taken so far. Peter took his time with me and soon enough
had his fist in my rectum, however the second ring was far more
resistant. I simply could not relax sufficiently to let him pass and I
thought I would fail in my task. However Peter had a trick up his sleeve,
while keeping his hand in me he got me to rise up until I was almost
standing then slowly squat down until his elbow was resting on the couch
for support (and resistance to my ring). He then told me to slowly sit down
allowing my body weight to help push his fist passed my inner ring, with a
groan resistance gave way and I slid all the way down until I was sitting
on the couch and had the whole of his forearm inside me.

There was a loud sigh of relief and a short round of applause from the guys
that had gone before me. When I was finally allowed to get off the couch
Adam said that there would be no surprise when he said I had achieved 100%
elasticity and that I should be very proud of my achievement. As I had
proven to be such a keen student Dave had asked if I would act as his
assistant in bringing the others up to speed. I asked Ethan, Tang and Marc
what they thought of this idea. To my astonishment they all agreed quite
readily, even Marc nodded his agreement, though he did make one request
which was that before I got my hands on his arse he wanted me to ride his
arm like I had done with the Peter and he would like to see if he could go
deeper. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven but where had this sudden
desire come from? Who cares! I said that sounded good to me but it would
only be fair if it happened during the usual training sessions after work
next week. I glanced over to Dave who looked like the cat that had got the
cream but I made no comment.

Tom called an end to the evening and gave us each our cash pay packet of
£600 again praising us for our hard work this week. Walking rather stiffly
across the campus I bid good night to Marc, Ethan and Tang and headed home
for a well deserved rest.

CHAPTER 8 -- WEEK THREE

By Monday morning I was fully recovered, raring to go again and had a
spring in my step as I walked into my first class of the week. According to
this week's timetable I would be role playing, acting as a patient for the
students who were training to be physicians. This would make a welcome
change from standing naked in front of a class and then having my arse
systematically prodded and poked until I felt like a pencil sharpener.

Neil welcomed me into the room and explained to the class that this week
they would be assessed on their medical knowledge in a practical session to
be held in a mock doctor's surgery. With that Neil led me and the students
to the floor below, through a "staff only" door and into a large viewing
room. It looked very much like a miniature cinema with tiered seating; the
focus of the room was a large glass window with speakers on either
side. Through the window could be seen a realistic looking doctor's
consultation room, Neil gave me a number of scenarios to act out for the
students who would then have to diagnose my `ailment' from the symptoms I
described and acted. Then he and the other students would give their
feedback to the trainee doctor.

Each consultation took about half an hour and for the most part I kept my
clothes on though I did on occasion have to strip down to my boxer shorts
and in one instance had my testicles checked for lumps and
abnormalities. Feeding back to Neil I gave my opinion on each student's
performance and overall it was positive.

Over lunch I chatted to Ethan and Tang and they confided in me that they
had become lovers and were considering setting up home together. I
expressed how happy I was for them and wished them the best of luck for
their future together. Then they became a little coy and made a passing
comment about last Friday obviously waiting for me to raise the subject. I
was feeling mischievous so I didn't bite for a few minutes, and then smiled
before agreeing that it was an awesome experience. That opened the
confessional floodgates and they animatedly told me about their anal
stretching exploits, apparently I had really set their minds racing and
they were determined to attain my level of elasticity by Friday. In fact
they were confident I would see a vast improvement this afternoon and they
had a neat trick to show me and Dave. Abruptly they clammed up and then I
heard Marc's footsteps before he greeted us with a warm "hello guys". Hi we
replied in unison. The subject changed direction completely and I didn't
get a chance to ask what this new trick was, I guess I would have to wait
until this evening into find out.

With lunch over I headed back to the lecture room to repeat the morning's
session with a new batch of students. This time I gave the students a more
realistic experience and I had already played the scenarios out before and
could put more acting into the role. By the end of the afternoon I was
mentally exhausted and was pleased to go to the gym and do my round of
exercises. When I looked into the many mirrors I could see that my body had
begun to show the benefits of conscientiously doing those endless exercises
each afternoon. My stomach was looking flatter and my muscles were
beginning to bulk up, I was really quite proud of what I saw! Another thing
I noticed was that I was getting better known amongst the students in the
gym, some knew me from the classes I had been in and others knew me because
of my daily attendance to the gym. No longer was I ignored by everyone,
rather I would have one or more guys chatting to me while they exercised or
simply watched me working out. Again in the showers I'd rarely be alone,
not that I minded, it was good to socialise and also rather erotic having
guys giving you appraising looks while pretending to do otherwise.

Enough of posing and horsing around, I had an appointment to keep with Dave
and the other guys in his office. Knocking on his door I slipped inside and
quickly locked the door behind me. Inside Dave was waiting for me wearing
his customary tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt, also waiting were Ethan, Tang
and Marc but like me they were simply wearing a towel wrapped around their
waists. Marc was sitting facing me, with his legs apart and I could see his
cock laying there fat and heavy. I licked my lips unintentionally, which
brought a smile to Tangs face and a wink from Ethan.

Right guys, who's first tonight? Dave asked. I looked at Ethan and said I
do believe Ethan and Tang have something to show us which I believe will
impress us all. Ethan blushed, looked at Tang who simply nodded, and then
said okay, we'll go first. Ethan fetched some towels and laid them on the
floor in front of us, one on top another to create a thin mattress. Then
took the can of Crisco Dave was holding out before removing the towel from
around his waist and laying down on the towels. Tang removed his towel too
then laid next to Ethan but with his head next to Ethan's feet and his feet
by Ethan's head. Then they simultaneously rolled onto their sides facing
one another and raised one knee thereby exposing their holes. Ah, I had an
idea of what was to follow. Then they each took a handful of the Crisco and
started to apply it to the hole facing them before gently massaging the
ring and inserting one finger after another. Within about five minutes each
had a hand up one another's hole and they slowly began to fist each other,
in and out repeatedly until they were moaning softly. Sorry to interrupt
guys, Dave said tapping them on the shoulders; this is very impressive but
not the right setting to begin an orgy. Congratulations on getting past the
first ring, how are you doing on the second ring? "Second ring?" they asked
in unison "we haven't been able to go in any further, perhaps our position
is wrong?"

Dave agreed it was the wrong position for deeper penetration and asked them
to disentangle themselves as they would need his and my help to go
further. While they were doing that Dave and I fetched the exercise bench
and placed towels on it to cushion our elbows. We sat cross legged on the
floor, used the Crisco to liberally grease up one hand and forearm before
resting the elbow on the bench with our forearm vertical and our fingers
formed into a cone. Tang and Ethan clearly understood what was expected of
them as they walked over and straddled the bench aiming their holes for our
finger tips. Tang slowly lowered himself onto Dave's hand while Ethan
quickly swallowed my hand with his ring briefly squeezing my wrist as he
winked at me. Dave advised them to continue slowly lowering themselves
until we told them to stop, looking at me he said, you know what to do. I
nodded then concentrated on the task at hand. Ethan followed the
instructions to the letter, only stopping his slide downwards when I tapped
him. At that point I could feel his second ring and I started to massage it
with my fingers; inserting one finger, then two before withdrawing them
again. This was obviously having an effect on Ethan as he had a hard on
looking fit to burst. Dave told him to ignore it and keep focused on the
goal ahead. Slowly I increased the tempo and two fingers became three, then
three became four. Sure enough Ethan's erection had shrunk and sweat was
beading his forehead. Finally he was loosened sufficiently for me to tuck
my thumb in behind the fingers, coning my hand and I indicated that he
should continue to lower himself down again letting gravity help him. I
could feel him taking deep breaths to help him relax, and suddenly with a
deep groan his ring opened and my hand slid past and up into his
bowels. With his legs getting tired, gravity took over and he quickly slid
down my arm until he was sitting on the bench firmly impaled on my
arm. With my free hand I patted him on the leg and gave him a big thumbs
up. He smiled weakly before looking over to Tang who was still struggling
getting Dave's fist past his second ring. I asked Dave how he was doing; he
shook his head saying he could only get three fingers in. I suggested a
change of tack and that the second ring dildos might work instead. Good
idea was his reply. Whilst Ethan slowly fucked himself with my arm,
loosening himself up further, Dave withdrew his hand from Tang and started
to feed the bulb ended dildos up him. This seemed to do the trick with Tang
quickly being able to take the largest dildo. Then he tried sitting on
Dave's hand again, success! Tang smoothly slid down until he too was
sitting on the bench grinning at Ethan over his achievement. Ethan leant
over and tenderly kissed him on the lips and congratulated him before
standing up and giving his hole a well deserved break. Wrapping his towel
around his waist Ethan sat on a nearby chair so he could relax and watch
the Tang and Marc exercise.

After about ten minutes Tang was fully loosened up with Dave's fist meeting
encountering little resistance at the second ring. Sweating profusely he
rose up for the final time and Dave's fist slipped out with a quiet
squelch. Using a spare towel Tang wiped himself clean before sitting down
next to Ethan, choosing to remain naked while he cooled down.

Dave turned to Marc and said it was his turn in the arena. Marc was looked
distinctly uncomfortable and said quietly that he wasn't sure if he was
going to be able to match Ethan and Tang today. Dave assured him that all
they asked from him was that he try his best and to trust Dave and
myself. Standing up, Marc slowly nodded his acceptance, removed his towel
from his waist and walked over to the bench. He turned towards me and asked
if I remembered the agreement made on Friday. I said sure thing buddy, in
fact Dave and I have been discussing this and think we've come up with an
exercise which will help stretch your rings while you learn to relax and at
the same time discover what it feels like to have your hand buried in a
guys arse. But he would need to trust us. His expression was mixture of
uncertainty and eagerness to catch up with the rest of us. Ethan and Tang
encouraged him by saying that if they could do it then it would be simple
for him. He smiled at this and said let's go for it then.

Dave pulled the towels over that Ethan and Tang had previously used and
arranged them in front of Marc, he then asked Marc to lay down on his back
and lift his legs up towards his chest. He then instructed Tang to straddle
Marc's chest and firmly hold his legs to his own chest. The result of this
was to expose Marc's anus without Marc being able to see what was going
on. Marc was aware of this and again sought reassurance that he wouldn't be
hurt. Dave gave this reassurance and told him that he was going to warm his
hole up while I kept my end of the bargain. As Dave started applying Crisco
to Marc's hole and his own hand I walked over to the can of Crisco and took
a large handful from it. Asking Marc to raise one arm up in the air I
liberally applied the grease to his hand, forearm and past the elbow then
started to grease up my own hole. Marc's eyes seemed to have a lustful look
which I found a huge turn on and couldn't wait to make a start. However I
had agreed to delay my moves until Dave's administrations were beginning to
reach Marc's limits. Under a gentle but constant pressure Dave managed to
insert three fingers before he began to meet resistance, at that point he
nodded towards me and I began my diversion tactics. I positioned Marc's
greased up arm so that it was held perpendicular to his torso with his
elbow resting on the floor, the forearm held vertically and his fingers
coned. I then knelt down facing him with my hole just touching his finger
tips. He tickled my ring in response. When he'd coned his fingers again I
sank down onto my haunches pushing his hand slowly up my hole until the
widest part of his hand was just touching my ring. Glancing over my
shoulder Ethan mouthed at me that Dave was about to put his fourth finger
into Marcus, I nodded in acknowledgement. Then with a deep breath I relaxed
my ring and swallowed the rest of Marc's fist into my rectum. I heard him
mutter Jeez; looking down at him I gave him a big grin indicating that I
was enjoying the experience. I told him to keep his hand coned while I went
for the second ring. He nodded then made a soft grunting noise; I presumed
that Dave was hard at work on breaking down his resistance. Again breathing
deeply and relaxing as much as possible I sank down further and felt his
hand push past my second ring and into my bowels. At that moment Marc
groaned and arched his back, nearly throwing Tang off and then I heard Dave
announce "Well done lad, we're in!" I asked Marc if he was okay, he nodded
that he was, so I asked him if he'd still like to go deeper? Again all he
could do was nod; sweat was beginning to bead his temples. Standing up I
told Marc to hold his arm straight up and I would see how far I could go
down this muscled pole. Quickly reinserting his fist into me I lowered
myself and again felt his hand slide past the second ring and up into my
bowels. Before long I felt my anus stretching taut as his elbow inched
closer. Now it was my turn to sweat, any moment now I thought his hand
would emerge from my mouth! But no, I kept on slowly sinking until with a
sharp intake of breath the widest part of his elbow had been swallowed. I
had reached my limit and told Marc I needed to rise up again. Giving me his
permission to do so I slowly straightened my legs and inch by inch his arm
reappeared, glistening from all the grease that had been applied to it. As
his fist emerged Marc started bucking again, giving Tang a rough ride but
he hung in there. Dave said hang in there lad we're almost there, good was
Marc's only reply. Then with a guttural growl Marc shuddered and lay still,
Tang stood up releasing Marc's legs revealing a sweaty but very happy
Dave. Hi there lad, do you want to have a look at how much you've taken?
Marc weakly nodded and raised himself up on his elbows. The look of shock
on his face was almost comical because it was very clear that Dave was in
up to his elbow, then he started to gently withdraw his arm until his fist
slipped out with a quiet squelch. Jeez, Marc whispered, I never once
thought that you'd be able to get your fist up me without ripping me
open. I told you to trust me, Dave responded, I am an expert when it comes
to getting the best out of your muscles.

With that Dave called it a day, told us to get cleaned up and go home and
he would have new exercises for us tomorrow. We groaned as one at this news
but did as we were told, towelling ourselves clean, quickly dressed and bid
Dave good night. As we walked across the campus we spoke little, all were
lost in thought over our recent experience. Just as I was about to leave
the group, Marc turned to me and said it was awesome what I had done for
him, how much he had enjoyed fisting me and that he would like to do it
again at some point. I blushed and said the pleasure was all mine and if it
had helped him relax at the same time then so much the better. He play
punched me on the shoulder, said good night and strode off home.

Tuesday's lessons flew past me, to be honest I was on autopilot, all I
could think about was this evening's exercises and what exactly Dave had in
store for us. Over lunch I discussed this with the others but they didn't
have a clue either, after all how much further could we go? Well I'm sure
we'd find out soon enough! Finally the time had come and as pre-arranged
the four of us met outside the gym and then entered Dave's office as
one. Dave sat in his office chair grinning like a Cheshire cat at us and
then pointing with his head he directed our eyes to the exercise bench in
the middle of the room. Along the length equally spaced were four 18 inch
black dildos standing proudly upright. They weren't usual shaped dildos,
rather they were slightly conical, about two inches across the rounded top
slowly widening to about four inches just above the base before steeply
flaring to create a stable base. Walking up to one of them I reached out
and felt it, it was spongy but quite firm and not at all floppy despite its
size. Dave stood by my side, explaining that he'd had them specially made
to be extremely durable as they would be our permanent stretching
exercisers all the time that we were employed by the University. Today was
going to be our last formal training session with him, of course if we
needed any assistance in the future his door was always open and of course
he would be attending our compulsory medicals to provide advice if
required.

Right, Dave said clapping his hands, let's get moving then, off with your
clothes, get yourselves and the poles greased up, and then stand by your
poles! This made us laugh and got us in the mood, clothes were rapidly
removed and the Crisco can was plundered. Within about five minutes we were
standing next to the glistening poles feeling the Crisco melting inside
us. At the nod from Dave, we positioned ourselves above the poles and then
slowly sank down on to them. I found it a welcome change from the usual
fingers and fists, it felt so smooth and soft as it glided up into me. I
was so focused on the pleasurable sensations that I didn't notice my
descent until I was sitting on the bench with my anus being stretched by
the flaring base. Looking round, I could see our progress had been neck and
neck and even Marc was now sitting down on the bench, he gave me a wink and
said no problem. While we sat there enjoying the sensations from the poles
Dave congratulated us on our progress, he said we'd reached the goals he'd
set. We only needed to use the poles probably every other day to keep
ourselves stretched but obviously if we wanted to use them more often then
we could do so. This was indeed a short session, within half an hour we
were cleaned up, dressed and on our way home!

Wednesday and Thursday passed by without anything out of the ordinary
happening, just two regular days at the office. I was glad when Friday
arrived, it was pay day and I would be getting a much needed cash injection
into my finances. Just the rest of the day to go and then hopefully a
quickly completed medical before I could go home and get ready to party the
weekend away.

Friday afternoon finally arrived and as I walked up the stairs to the staff
room I was praying that it would be a quick session, I was mentally
exhausted and just wanted to get home. I must have been early because no
one else was there, so I stripped off and cleaned myself out enjoying the
peace and quiet. By the time that I had finished the last clean out the
other guys were starting to arrive. I waved a greeting to them, towelled
myself dry and went to sit on a sofa to wait for them without bothering to
dress again. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was
Ethan tapping me on the shoulder, making me jump, and saying that they were
waiting for me. Sorry I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I wandered over to join
the group.

Adam had already done the medicals for Ethan, Tang and Marc so he was just
waiting for me. Apologising again, I presented myself for examination and
spread my cheeks for the prostate examination without prompting. Once Adam
was satisfied that he'd completed all of the tests he needed to do he
gestured for me to join the others. Tom then told us to assume the
presentation position on the long sofa, I glanced over to Marc who shrugged
his shoulders and got into position between Ethan and Tang. I quickly
followed suit kneeling on the sofa seat, placed my hands onto the back
rest, pushed my hips backward and looked over my shoulder. I could see
Adam, Peter and Tom greasing up their gloved hands and then greasing up
their forearms before walking over and started to grease up our holes. With
a brief instruction to relax our holes from Tom, they started to fist us in
succession. Adam started with me, once he had gone in up to his elbow he
withdrew before moving on to Ethan, Tom then worked his forearm up me again
before moving on to Ethan by which time Adam had worked his way into
Marc. Then it was Peter's turn, because of the regular stretching my hole
had been getting Peters large hands no longer caused me any problems. I
thought it was all over but no, unknown to me Dave had joined us and
stuffed his fist up me (and the other guys) for good measure. Finally after
we had all been fisted up to the elbow by all four guys we were given
permission to clean ourselves up and to get dressed.

Tom, sitting down opposite us said that they were extremely pleased with
the progress we had all made under Dave's expert tuition and that we had
all attained 100% anal elasticity. This means that we will be able to
complete any task required of us with no risk of injury which was the
purpose of these exercises. We had therefore successfully passed the
medical and were entitled to this week's cash payment of £700 and were
free to go home and enjoy our weekend ready for the busy week which lay
ahead.

CHAPTER 9 -- WEEK FOUR

I had an enjoyable weekend, spent Saturday catching up with all those
household chores which get put off during the working week, then on Sunday
I had lunch with Tim and Alison, a couple of friends from my old job. It
was great to catch up with them and find out what we'd all been up to since
we'd all been made redundant. After we'd eaten and were enjoying a strong
coffee the conversation turned to current jobs. Tim was still looking for
gainful employment but Alison had managed to find an administrators post at
the local art college. How about that I remarked, I'd managed to find
myself a job at the Medical University. On saying this Alison burst out
laughing and said Yes! I thought it was you, but didn't have the courage to
ask in case I got it wrong. I asked her what she meant, then she explained
that her administrators post was based in the Media Department and her line
manager was Brenda. Oh shit I thought, the games up then. The expression on
my face must have said it all, because Alison stopped laughing and looking
suddenly serious, said that I had nothing to worry about. The four of us
had gained an awesome reputation and were known in the department
semi-officially as the "Horny Four". Marc was called "The Black Stallion",
Ethan "Golden Balls", Tang "Peking Fuck", go on I said -- and what am I
called? Well, you're known as "Turkish Totty" I groaned with embarrassment,
but Alison pointed out it could have been worse, their second choice of
name for me was "The Italian Salami". Mmm I had to agree that was pretty
bad.

So how much have you seen? I asked. Oh just about everything that can be
seen, and there's plenty to see! She said grinning at my expense. Don't
fret so she assured me, the unused film and photos are kept securely under
lock and key. Oh, by the way there's a major project coming up soon, I
don't know many details but I do know that you four will be involved in a
major charity fund raising event involving the Art College, Medical
University, the town council and the local media. You're joking I said, but
it was true apparently but the in depth information was being kept secret
and she wouldn't know more until just before the event was publicly
announced (Brenda was very good at keeping secrets), but if she discovered
anything beforehand she'd let me know. The conversation moved on and the
rest of the afternoon flew by. But that night I lay in bed tossing and
turning worrying about what lay ahead, imagining all the possibilities I
eventually fell asleep exhausted.

Monday morning, as I walked to work I decided that at lunchtime I would ask
Tom what was going on regarding this charity event in a few weeks
time. First though, I needed to meet up with Neil to discuss the coming
week's classes and what would be involved. In the staff room, over a cup of
coffee Neil told me that I would be helping him to demonstrate medical
hygiene and medical appliances in one of the mock up consultation
rooms. Oh, like last week? I asked. Not exactly he said, the students
wouldn't be in the next room but would be standing on around me taking
turns to participate and to watch (taking notes).

Okay, fair enough, shall we make start then? I volunteered. Sure, said
Neil, stood up and led me down to the consultation room. Inside waiting for
us were forty students (two classes had been combined into one as the
morning class would be different to the afternoon class), just chatting, on
our entrance they stopped talking and started to take their positions ready
for the lesson to begin. They stood in a semi-circle two rows deep around
what appeared to be rather a short padded table with four straps hanging
from one end, not the usual couch that I had been expecting. Neil asked me
to remove my clothes and stand by the table. While I was removing my
clothes I watched him attach two metal devices which to me looked very much
like arm rests, it didn't make much sense to me but I wasn't here to worry
about what Neil doing. By the time I had removed the last of my clothing
and folded them up he was ready and waiting for me. He instructed me to
first sit on the table between the appliances, then lay back bringing my
legs up with me before placing them on the rests provided (ah, I now
understood their function). Once I was comfortable he had one the students
to place a cushion under my head and then asked me if I was comfortable. I
confirmed that I was (apart from that I felt rather exposed in this
position). Then talking more to the students than to me he said that the
following procedures required stillness from the patient, to facilitate
this, the patient needs to be secured (eh? I thought) and without further
ado using the straps he secured my wrists to the table and my legs to the
rests. Then a further one was wrapped over my chest, I shot Neil a
questioning look but he chose to ignore it. Turning to the class Neil said
the first rule of medicine was cleanliness so before any procedures can
take place the part of the body being treated must be sterilised, in this
case alcowipes would be used to clean my cock, balls and crack. Having
selected a student at random, the student was given this task who I am sure
was more embarrassed than me as she would not meet my gaze and looked
rather flushed. Once she had cleaned me thoroughly, Neil again turned to
the students and informed them that as the procedures would take a long
time and it would not be possible for me to go for a convenience break I
would need to be cathetered. This as qualified doctors and nurses would be
something they'd have to master, which is why he was showing them how it's
done. Telling me that it might be a little uncomfortable but I should try
to relax, he started to lube up a narrow plastic tube at one end with a tap
at the other. Then gently holding my cock with one hand he proceeded to
slowly insert the tube into the piss slit. It stung and continued to sting
as it worked its way into me, on and on it went until it met
resistance. Neil paused his insertion, checked how much had gone in, told
his students that he'd reached the bladder's sphincter and that with a
careful push the tube it would enter the bladder. It felt like I badly
needed to piss, then once the tube had stopped moving the feeling stopped
as did the stinging. Then reaching for a bucket he held the tube over it
and opened the tap releasing a stream of urine into the bucket. Shortly the
flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped, satisfied Neil closed the tap
and removed the bucket. He told me to let him know when I needed to urinate
again and he would open the tap again for me. Turning to the students Neil
said that before a doctor can investigate any bowel or large intestine
issues the rectum and large intestine needs to be thoroughly cleaned out
using a process commonly called Colonic Irrigation. It is useful as the
contents on the faeces can monitored as it leaves the body through a clear
tube. With that he briefly left the room before returning with a trolley
upon which stood an electric motor, a large tank of water, an empty covered
black plastic bucket. There was a clear plastic tube leading from the water
tank via the motor to a metal butt plug. Then a second tube led from the
butt plug to the black plastic bucket. Then applying KY jelly to the butt
plug he gently but firmly pushed it up my arse until my ring clamped down
onto the narrow neck, then turning round he switched the motor on and I
felt tepid water slowly enter my rectum. Before long I felt the pressing
need to empty my bowels which I mentioned to Neil. He halted the motor,
stopping the water flow, then beckoning the students closer, he turned the
release tap and the water evacuated my rectum taking the faeces with it. To
my discomfort he described the constituents, accurately assessing what I
had eaten yesterday. Then when the water ceased flowing he stopped the tap
and turned the motor on again, again when I could take no more in, he
stopped the motor and released the water/faeces mixture. Each time the
cycle was repeated the amount of water entering increased and the faeces
released decreased until finally the released water ran clear. Neil took
the equipment out of the room for safe disposal of the waste water before
returning with a rather large speculum. Waving it around he explained to
the students that it can be used for internal examination of either the
anus or vagina and here is how it's used. Again he applied KY jelly to the
speculum before smoothly inserting it fully up my rectum, then when it
would go no further he started to ratchet the arms apart thereby opening my
hole. Finally the speculum was fully extended and my hole stretched wide
open so that everyone looking could see right in up to my second ring and I
quickly found out that a hand could comfortably reach in barely touching
the sides! Neil did exactly that to demonstrate the fact that the inner
ring served the same purpose as the outer ring. He then invited anyone who
wanted to feel what the inner ring was like could do so and they could also
test the elasticity of it at the same time. I looked up expecting little
response only to find that they were now all queuing up to reach inside
me. Tom's words from the previous Friday echoed in my ears and I finally
understood his concern for our wellbeing and insistence that we were 100%
elastic down there. One by one I felt a hand feel round inside my rectum
before prodding my second ring with a finger or two. Every now and then a
brave hand reached further and pushed right past and into my bowels before
pulling back out. Word must have gone round the remaining students because
very quickly every hand was pushing past the ring wearing down my
resistance and allowing easier access to deeper depths. Neil realised what
was happening, then to make sure that the students hadn't got one over on
him, after the last student had taken his turn he knelt between my legs and
informed the watching students that the human body is very resilient and
can cope with great demands placed on it. With that he released the
speculum and withdrew it from my rectum. Before I knew it he had inserted
his coned fist, pushing past the second ring and into my bowels, then
slowly and inexorably his hand pushed deeper and deeper into my
bowels. Before long his elbow had disappeared, then his biceps started to
stretch my hole even wider and to my incredulity he only stopped when his
shoulder pressed against my cheeks. I could not believe and by the
expression of the students neither could they. All I could do was quietly
pray that no harm was being caused internally, how would I explain this to
the hospital? I felt incredibly stuffed (no surprise really) and
uncomfortable, sensing this Neil started to withdraw very slowly and
carefully until his fist finally left my gaping hole. He gently tapped it
making it reflexively contracting to a normal shape and size.

Neil then turned to me and asked me if I needed to urinate, I nodded
weakly, so Neil fetched the bucket and turned the tap at the end of the
catheter releasing a stream of urine into the bucket. Once finished he
closed the tap again, removed the bucket and turned to the students
informing them that an alternative method of examining the large intestine
(other than digital exploration) was to use an endoscope and proceeded to
wave this flexible black tubing with a small camera and bright light at one
end. It was about three feet in length, at the other end were two cables,
one was a power lead, the other was attached to a television screen. He
turned the television screen on and then applied some KY jelly to the
tubing before inserting it up my rectum. On screen you could see my flesh
close up, all glowing pink with small blood vessels tracing across it. Then
before long a puckered ring came into view before the camera pushed past it
and on upwards into my bowels. All the time this was going on Neil was
giving a running commentary. Finally the tube had been fully inserted and
the tour was on the return trip out. On exiting my anus Neil reached for a
towel and carefully cleaned me up. Then he turned his attention to the
catheter, which I had become accustomed to, warning me it may sting a
little and then proceeded to pull it out. Sting it sure did but at least it
had been removed.

Ok class, time for lunch Neil announced dismissing them. He apologised to
me for the lack of warning he had given me but if he had told me what was
to come I would probably have refused to co-operate and thereby broken my
contract which he wanted to avoid at all costs. I had to agree on that
point and asked him if this afternoon was going to be a repeat of this
morning. Oh no, he assured me, your body can only cope with this once a
day, this afternoon will focus on the upper digestive system. That's fine
by me I replied until I was informed that ideally I shouldn't eat at lunch
time otherwise it will spoil the afternoon's class. I told Neil I was
starving, the only thing he could suggest was that I had a couple of energy
drinks and ate some glucose tablets he had spare. It was better than
nothing I guess. While I stretched my legs walking round the room I
expressed my admiration of Neil's expertise in getting his whole arm up me,
it reminded me of Dave's abilities. Laughing, he said it should, Dave
taught him well. I was silent for a minute, then asked how that situation
had arisen. After making me promise to keep it to myself he divulged that
he was part of a secret social club where Dave was the chief events
organiser. Noticing that I hadn't displayed an adverse reaction he then
asked if I might be interested in joining the group however it is by
invitation only and will depend on the level of discretion I display with
this information. I assured him the secret was safe with me and yes, if
invited I would definitely be interested in joining the social club. After
all what harm can it do to extend my network of contacts?

Neil seemed pleased with my response, told me to leave it with him and
above all not to say anything to anyone otherwise the invitation would be
withdrawn. By now I had drunk the energy drinks and sucked the glucose
tablets and was getting restless. I decided to get dressed and go for a
quick walk round the campus to get some fresh air before my lunch break was
over. During my brisk walk I met Tang who said they'd missed me at
lunchtime, I apologised for my absence but I had stayed behind chatting to
the tutor and simply forgot the time, now I was having a change of scenery
before the afternoon's class. He seemed to accept with this explanation,
told me not to work so hard and that he'd see me tomorrow lunchtime without
fail. Smiling I said he would indeed.

On returning to the consultation room Neil asked me to strip but I could
leave my boxer shorts if I wished as they were focusing on my upper body
this afternoon. The first half of the afternoon was spent on the
respiratory system with Neil demonstrating various exercises and devices
which can be used to test the capacity and efficiency of the lungs when at
rest, during and after physical exercise. This was easy work for me and a
relief from the intimate activities this morning. Then Neil turned his
attention to the digestive system, starting with the mouth, throat, stomach
and small intestines. The only way to investigate the latter three was
using an endoscope, similar to this morning's but on a smaller scale. Uh oh
I thought but I kept my thoughts to myself and my expression composed. Neil
asked me to climb on to the consultation couch and lay on my side facing
him. He then explained to the students that a local anaesthetic is applied
to the mouth and throat to prevent gagging making the endoscope's insertion
easier. With that he picked up a small spray bottle, asked me to open my
mouth wide and sprayed the bitter fluid in my mouth and down my throat. It
was foul! But it was effective, within a couple of minutes my mouth, tongue
and throat was totally numb. Reaching for the endoscope Neil instructed me
to remain absolutely still and take deep breaths while he inserted the
tubing otherwise I would still gag. I did as I was told although my eyes
watered and focused on the breathing. Looking at the TV screen I could seen
the camera travelling down my throat and into my stomach, I was vaguely
aware of Neil giving a running commentary. Then the camera started to
withdraw and with a small retch it was removed from my mouth.

Neil thanked me for my assistance today and the students clapped their
appreciation too. Smiling I thanked them all and proceeded to dress before
wishing them good bye to start my session at the gym. As I pumped iron and
ran on the treadmills it was so good to give my muscles a hard work out
after spending most of the day held in one position. I kept thinking about
the social club Neil had mentioned and wondered when or if I would receive
an invitation to join them. Once finished with punishing my body on the
exercise machines I dragged myself into the showers and enjoyed a
refreshing sluice down before wandering off home for a well deserved rest.

Tuesday morning was basically a re-run of yesterday, even down to the arm
insertion. I was beginning to suspect that these classes were in some way
preparing me for the following week, surely I was just being paranoid! Wait
and see was the order of the day. At lunch time I was better prepared than
the day before, I had made sure that I had had a large breakfast and I had
a couple of energy drinks with me. So I quickly got dressed after the
students broke for lunch and joined Marc, Tang and Ethan in the
canteen. Surprise surprise they too were drinking energy drinks. I looked
at Ethan and asked him if his tutor had reached up inside him and didn't
know when to stop. Choking and spluttering, he laughed and said, yeah
something like that. Go on, how far did he get? I asked pushing for
information. Glancing at Tang and making sure no one could overhear he said
halfway between the elbow and shoulder, he couldn't believe it. We went
round the table and found out that we'd all had similar experiences; Tang
had managed a similar range and Marc like me had been able to take the
whole arm up to the shoulder. Marc and I high fived and crowed that we were
the champions, the four of us laughed and asked what were we like? Soon
enough the lunch break was over and it was back to "work", strangely I was
less keen on the afternoon session than I was on the morning.

While exercising afterwards I remembered that I hadn't tackled Tom about
the fundraising event that Alison had mentioned at the weekend. So once I
was freshened up I paid a visit to the staff room but it was empty so I
made a quick exit and went home for something to eat.

The rest of the week followed much the same pattern until Friday afternoon
when once again it was time for the weekly medical. On arrival we found
that Tom, Peter and Adam were already waiting for us and indicated that we
should strip and clean ourselves without delay. While we were doing so Tom
and Adam were busy arranging what appeared to be four gigantic dildos on an
exercise bench with Peter busy greasing them up with Crisco. When we were
finished cleaning out we joined the three men and I took the opportunity to
study the dildos in closer detail. They were approximately twenty four
inches in length and looked for all the world like two hands coned
together, on verbalising this Peter explained that I was quite correct and
that in fact they were a rubber cast moulding of his own hands! He thought
we would appreciate the personal touch. But before we were to become better
acquainted with the monsters Adam needed to do the routine physical
checkups. Afterwards he announced that he was pleased with our progress in
the gym as our muscle definition had shown a marked improvement and that we
should be proud of our hard work and how well we were justifying the
investment the University had made in us. I saw Peter make a quick phone
call before inviting us to join them for a quick cup of coffee while we
waited for a member of the media team arrive. Peter had decided that he
wanted to record our progress with a mini film shoot.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock and a young scruffy student
entered carrying a large holdall bag and a video camera attached to a
folded tripod stand. Come on in Callum called Peter, come and meet the
guys. As he approached we stood up to shake hands. The look of shock on his
face was comical, clearly he hadn't been briefed before coming over and
hadn't expected to meet four naked guys in the staff room. I had to give
him credit because he recovered his composure rapidly and asked Peter where
he wanted the gear set up. This reminded me of our first photo shoot in the
very same room especially when the lighting and white backing sheets were
set up. Peter wanted photos taken of us individually and in various grouped
combinations; in casual, classical and erotic poses; but most of all they
were to emphasise our musculature and masculinity. If I'm honest it was fun
especially when Peter asked me to get erect and watching the expression on
Callum's face as he tried to remain focused. Time flew past and before I
knew it Callum had finished the shoot. Peter thanked Callum for his time
and asked him to pass a note on to Brenda, I wondered if it was anything to
do with Alison's information, I shrugged my shoulders, what will be will
be. He then said to Callum that the four of us would be shortly trying out
his new toys he was welcome to stay, have a coffee and enjoy the
entertainment but be warned it's not for the feint hearted! He looked from
Peter to us trying to make his mind up, he caught Marc's eye and Marc,
bless him said feel free to stay. What we're about to do is nothing
compared to what we have already one in front of forty students. This
seemed to make his mind for him, so with a smile he said why not and took a
mug of coffee that Tom was offering and sat down on a nearby chair for a
good view. He looked thoughtful for a minute and then reached into his bag
and retrieved his camera, just in case he spotted some good shots. What an
excellent idea Tom agreed, shoot away he invited.

Right guys, Tom said turning to us, let's get the show on the road shall
we? Knowing already what was expected of us and bearing in mind Callum was
going to be taking photos we took the can of Crisco offered by Adam and
carefully packed each other's holes with the grease. All the time I was
aware of Callum moving around taking shots, sometimes moving in for a close
up sometimes stepping back for a wider view. When we were fully greased up
and the Crisco had softened we walked over to the bench and straddled the
giant dildos. Before we started to lower ourselves on to them Adam
cautioned us saying that they weren't expecting us to be able to take the
dildos in completely today but over the coming week we would be expected to
practice with the help of Dave so by next Friday we'll be able to swallow
them whole and be able to sit down on the bench. We simply nodded but
Callum muttered "fucking hell, this has got to be seen to be believed" I
laughed and said, that's the general idea.

Wasting no more time I started to take deep breaths, relaxing as best I
could and slowly lowered my hole down onto the rubber fingers and let
gravity push them up inside. Focusing on relaxing I was able to accept the
intrusion until it got to the widest part of the hands i.e. the knuckles
and despite my best efforts I was unable to progress any further. I was not
the only one the other three were faring no better. Peter clapped his hands
and said enough for one day, he'll have a word with Dave who will be able
to help during the classes next week. That was the first clue we had for
the week ahead. As we cleaned ourselves up Callum bid us farewell and
promised that he'd be back next Friday to finish the photo shoot. Once he
had gone and we were dressed again Peter gave us our cash in hand wages of
£800 each and that was our fourth week completed.

CHAPTER 10 -- WEEK FIVE

Over the weekend I phoned Alison to see if she'd heard any more about the
charity fund raising event but she said she hadn't because Brenda had been
out of the office a lot this week and when she was in she was ensconced in
high level meetings which Alison hadn't been invited. Oh well, not to
worry, I said but please do let me know if you hear anything. Sure will
sweetie she said and then after a short catch up gossip we said our
goodbyes and I hang up. Generally it was a quiet weekend and a little
boring so I was glad when Monday arrived and I could once again socialise
with three guys I now considered good friends and colleagues who were very
close to being friends.

Turning up at the staff room as normal first thing Monday morning the four
of us found that we'd be working together in the same class for the first
time since we started working for the University. This week we'd be working
down in the gym with Dave covering Sports Therapy and Massage. This was
going to be very much a hands on week with us being on the receiving end of
the students practicing physiotherapy and massage treatments. We were told
to wear our usual university issue clothing and either a pair of sports
shorts or a jock-strap underneath to save our blushes with the sports
jocks.

Having donned our "uniform" we trouped down to the gym where we found Dave
setting up a mock physiotherapy area including couches, chairs and exercise
machines etc. Dave waved us a greeting and indicated that we were to join
him as he wanted to brief us on the following lessons. He explained that
the students were from the sports therapy division of the university and
were generally of a male heterosexual disposition unlike the broadminded
metrosexual medical students who took most things in their strides. In view
of this we would not be asked to strip naked which might cause discomfort
for the students. The most we would be asked to strip down to would be our
undergarments this afternoon in the sports massage lesson. This morning
would involve mock physiotherapy assessments (much like the consultation
assessments in the second week of lessons) where we would act out scenarios
and the students had to correctly diagnose the problem and prescribe a
suitable course of treatment. We were each allotted to a cubicle containing
a chair and couch and saw one student at a time, each scenario took about
half an hour including feedback from Dave. Most students were pretty well
mannered, accurate and took it seriously with only a couple of guys acting
like idiots fooling around before being reprimanded by Dave.

Finally it was lunchtime and we were able to escape, so we retreated to the
canteen and laughed about the morning's events. While the sports students
might be generally better looking and have fitter bodies we all agreed that
their general behaviour towards us was poorer than the medical students and
that we would rather work in the lecture block than over
here. Nevertheless, as Tang reminded us, we were committed to treating
everyone equally so we shouldn't make up our minds so quickly, after all it
was only Monday morning and the rest of the students would probably be
better behaved. This was a good point we all agreed so we returned to the
gym in better spirits.

The afternoon lesson was a lot easier for us, mentally and physically. We
were asked to strip to our undergarments (shorts in the case of Tang and
Ethan, Jock-straps for Marc and myself), then lay face down on the four
couches before having a white hand towel draped over our buttocks. Then
under the guidance of Dave the students practiced various massage
routines. It was very relaxing laying there doing nothing but feeling oiled
hands massaging my muscles all over my body front and back. For once there
was nothing erotic about it, as had been stressed by Dave to the students
beforehand; no hands had tried to slip underneath the towel for a sneaky
feel.

Once the final students had left for the day we helped Dave tidy the room
up again, but at his suggestion we remained undressed as we would be
stripping naked once we were in his office to continue with the stretching
exercises as requested by Peter. Having tidied up we grabbed a glass of
cold water from the drinks dispenser and headed to Dave's office, as usual
the door was locked once we were all in and we quickly removed the last of
our clothing. The furniture in the room had been moved to the edges leaving
a clear space in the centre, in which had been placed a padded plastic
covered mat. It was large enough to accommodate all five of us and we were
soon going to find out its purpose. Dave brought over four new cans of
Crisco from a nearby stock room, opening them he gave three to us and kept
one himself. He then told us to get onto the mat, on all fours, one in
front of each other. Marc was at the front, followed by myself (what a
fucking hot view I thought to myself), then Ethan and Tang with Dave
bringing up the rear. He said the purpose of this exercise was to warm up
our rings again having had a few days rest and to encourage trust between
the four of us (and with Dave as our tutor). Then as instructed we
liberally greased up the hole facing us before warming it up by gradually
inserting fingers slowly increasing the number used until the whole hand
smoothly slid inside. It was the first time that I had been fisted at the
same time as fisting someone else and felt fantastic. Then we were told to
take our time working our hand past the second inner ring until the elbow
too had been swallowed. There was a lot of grunting and heavy breathing but
finally everyone had accomplished this feat. I looked over my shoulder and
the scene that greeted my eyes was very surreal, only Dave was looking up
and he gave me a wink and mouthed a "well done" to me. I grinned back so as
not to disturb the other guys. We then were told to pull out completely and
form two rows, again one in front of another. This time Marc said it was
his turn to fist me and Ethan was to fist Tang, I had no problem with this
suggestion at all! As we were already warmed up Marc's hand was in my
rectum in no time at all and before much longer his hand was sliding up
into my bowels before sliding back into my rectum and coming to a
stop. Then I could feel a finger sliding in beside his wrist, wriggling
around before a second one joined it, then a third and a fourth. Slowly
Marc pulled his fist part way out but keeping his four fingers in place
which had the effect of stretching my hole wider, then he pushed it back in
before pulling it out again. After a dozen repetitions I felt his thumb
slide in beside the other fingers, realizing what was about to happen took
a deep breath and tried to relax further. Sure enough when his fist
withdrew and then moved back in his other hand joined it clenched together
within my rectum. Looking over my shoulder I could see that Ethan was
receiving the same treatment as me. At that moment Marc tensed his
shoulders, then relaxed a little before returning his attention to the task
in hand. Unknown to me Dave had been spending time warming up Marc's hole
and had just succeeded in getting both of his hands up inside him. Gently
withdrawing his hands he turned his attention to Tang.

Satisfied that I was sufficiently loosened up Marc pulled his fists out of
me and slapped me on the rump, laughing and saying that should see me right
for a while. Within a short while we were all uncoupled and sitting round
discussing our experiences of the last hour. I asked why we were now
expected to take two fists instead of one. Dave semi-avoided the question
by stating that Peter had requested this (which we already knew) and that
he believed we would soon find out, probably within the next couple of
weeks. Clearly we weren't going to get a straight answer so we let the
matter drop, at the end of the day we were getting handsomely paid so we
couldn't complain. After a while we dressed and bid Dave good night before
making our various ways home.

The rest of the week's lessons were pretty much a re-run of Monday, the
guys didn't get any better. Yes they're fit and good looking but by and
large all they were interested in were girls and out competing each
other. It was amusing to start off with but soon became trying and finally
infuriating!

Only the after work stretching exercises brought any relief from the tedium
of the jocks. Tuesday and Wednesday exercises were spent building on
Monday's progress. By the end of Wednesday we were able to sit down on two
fists as easily as one, sliding down in one smooth motion until the elbow
was snug between our cheeks. Dave was satisfied with our progress, so on
Thursday he presented us with Peter's custom made double handed dildos to
try them for size in preparation for the medical on Friday. Having spent
that last three days expanding our horizons, as it were, they were no
longer as scary as they had seemed the previous week. To make it more fun
Dave set us a challenge, whoever managed to completely swallow the dildo
and be sitting comfortably on the exercise bench first would be given a
blow job to ejaculation by the person who came second. Then who came second
would be given a blow job by who came third and so on. The one who was last
would have to make do with a wank. On your marks, get set, go! Dave
cried. Quickly we greased up our holes and the dildos before doing our best
to swallow the enormous rubber dildos. It was rather a slow race because
you can't relax and rush at the same time. I kept monitoring the progress
of my rivals and saw that Marc was leading the race. For a straight guy he
sure was talented (and has a big dick) and I decided I was to be the one
who's slurp on his love juice, so making sure I was ahead of Ethan and Tang
but slower than Marc I concentrated on sliding down that monster. Finally
with a huge sigh of relief my cheeks made contact with the bench and I was
able to declare myself second. Marcus slapped me on the shoulder and gently
mocking me asked what had kept me, I'd made it too easy for him, perhaps
I'd deliberately lost in order to get my mouth on his cock? I feigned
confusion, pretending I didn't know what he meant and that the best man had
won. By then Dave had clapped his hands to attract our attention and
declared the order of finishing as follows: Marc, Jo (me), Ethan and
Tang. So once we'd released the dildos from our arses and cleaned ourselves
up we knew what we were to do.

I'd been waiting for this moment for a very long time, I savoured every
moment as I walked up to Marc who stood with legs apart, hands on hips and
a big grin on his face. His dick was hanging down thick and heavy but
already beginning to stir. Then I knelt down in front of him and put my
hands round his muscular legs to steady myself before slowly taking his
cock in my mouth. Running my tongue round the head I tasted him before
lowering my head further down his pole, on and on I went until his pubes
were tickling my nostrils and I was finding it difficult to breath. All the
while his cock was expanding and getting harder and harder. When I thought
I could take no more down my throat his hands took hold of my head and he
started to thrust in and out. Getting accustomed to his size and movements
I started to relax, sensing this he made his strokes longer and
harder. Before long he started to spasm and shudder, then with a growling
moan he shot a load of spunk down my throat. Once he'd finished spurting he
pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, all the time I was sucking and
licking it clean and continued to do so until no more jism would come
out. Marc looked down at me and said there's no need to ask if you enjoyed
doing that is there? Grinning like a love sick puppy I said that was the
greatest and that should he ever feel the need to shoot his load down a
throat again I would be more than happy to be that throat. Smiling he said
he'd bear that in mind.

It was clear that from the erection I was sporting that it was a mutually
enjoyable experience and Ethan made a quick job of bringing me to
orgasm. In the middle of servicing me, Tang crawled underneath Ethan and
took Ethan's dick in his mouth. It was this horny view which made me shoot
so quickly, I was left hoping that we would be able to repeat it again one
day. Dave must have felt sympathy for Tang because he knelt down and wanked
off Tang while he was sucking on Ethan.

When we'd all climaxed and got our breaths back, Dave asked us if we'd
enjoyed that little competition, what could we say but yes! Good, he
replied, he didn't want us getting bored but now it was time to tidy up and
go home.

Friday's lessons were a little easier knowing that it was nearly the
weekend and that it would be the last time that we would have to deal with
the sports jocks. We just had the usual medical to pass before we were free
for the weekend and that ever larger cash payment. I won't bore you with
the details of the medical as it went along the same lines as all the
previous ones. We were still fit and healthy, our muscle tone was good and
the anal elasticity levels were spot on target. As we were finishing the
medicals there was a knock on the door and in walked Callum to finish the
photo shoot as promised last week. Once he'd set up his studio again we
then demonstrated to him our ability to accommodate Peter's dildos. It must
have turned him on big time as his trousers quickly sported a tent pole
that refused to go down no matter how much he rearranged his trousers. Half
as a joke, half to tease him as I was cleaning myself up I asked him if he
needed some relief from his predicament. Blushing he stuttered yes, but was
this the right time and place? Peter laughed, sure why not? We're all men
together and we're very discreet. I took this to be a green light and knelt
down in front of Callum, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his combats
down around his ankles, then his shorts were lowered releasing his cock
which sprang upright as only young men's do. I think he was ready to cum
there and then, so I told him to relax and at the same gently pulled on his
balls to distract him. Then taking a deep breath I swallowed his cock in
one go bring a gurgling noise from his lips. Ethan had decided this looked
like it could be fun so had fetched a tube of KY and walked up behind
Callum. Without saying a word Ethan lubed up one finger and inserted it up
Callum's virgin arse who suddenly had a look of panic on his face but made
no move. Peter told him to go with the flow, no harm would come to him and
who knows he might even enjoy it. Callum gave in to his lust and started to
fuck my face, instantly making it easy for Ethan to work on his hole who
within a couple of minutes had worked three fingers up inside. God, he was
a smooth operator, without missing a beat Ethan had substituted his fingers
for his cock and Callum was fucking himself on Ethan's cock. All too soon I
could feel Callum's cock pulsing and then he shot his load into my mouth,
overflowing and ran down my chin. His orgasm and muscle clenching triggered
Ethan's own orgasm and within seconds he was firing his spunk up the young
guy's rectum. Suddenly self-conscious Callum blushed, pulled his trousers
up, gathered his gear up and made a quick exit. Well Peter said, that seems
to have provided a diversion for a slow Friday afternoon and he commended
mine and Ethan's ability to spot an opportunity and put it into action. He
thought this would stand us in good stead in the next couple of
weeks. Before wishing us a pleasant weekend he gave us this week's pay
packet of £900 cash each.

Walking across the campus I noticed that Marc was quiet and had hardly said
anything since the "Callum incident". I asked him what was wrong, he
shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he'd felt jealous of Callum when I
had given him a blow job and was now feeling confused about his
emotions. This disclosure had come out the blue for me and I was at a loss
for what to say to him. After what seemed like eternity I turned towards
him and apologised for making him feel like that, it had not been
intentional. Now Marc looked concerned and said I shouldn't say things like
that, after all I was openly gay, as far as I knew he was straight and we
had no emotional connections other than working together and being
friends. How and what I do is my business, not his. There's a lot of
analysing he said he needed to do to get his head around what he's been
feeling recently and where it fits in with his life. Fair enough I said,
but you've got my telephone number if you want to talk. If you want to meet
up just let me know. Okay thanks, he said but it's unlikely as he's going
to have a hectic weekend as both of his boys were playing football at their
respective schools as they're both showing potential talent at the
game. Then he'll have the usual fatherly things to do, like shopping,
housework and taking them out in the evening etc. It's likely the only time
he'll have to himself would be in bed before falling asleep. Well the offer
still stands and you know where I am I repeated. I gave him a mock punch on
the arm before departing to make my way home.

Over the weekend I kept my phone switched on at all times but the phone
never rang, not a great surprise, I just had to hope that Marc was okay.

CHAPTER 11 -- WEEK SIX - REVISION

Monday morning eventually arrived and I wondered what lay ahead as I walked
up the stairs to the staff room. Inside already waiting for me were Peter,
Tom, Brenda, Ethan and Tang but no Marc. Uh oh I thought I do hope he's not
done a runner because of me. However hot on my heels Marc came bounding
into the room wishing us all a good morning, apologised for being late and
threw me a wink to say everything's cool between us.

I wondered why Brenda was in the staff room on a Monday, I was soon to find
out. Tom informed us that we had joined the University towards the end of
the academic year and the sports therapy week had actually been the last
active learning week for the students. This week was going to be a revision
week where we would be helping as and when required by the lecturers. If we
weren't required Brenda had put a request in for our help at the Art
College.

I spent Monday doing the consultation simulations, Tuesday I was naked
again in the anatomy class and Wednesday I was on my back having medical
appliances inserted into every orifice. Only on Thursday did I have any
spare time to take trip over to the Art College and see how I could
help. Already over there was Ethan and Tang, they'd been there since
Tuesday but Marc wasn't expected until Friday as he was doing the Sports
Therapy and Massage revision class (poor sod I thought).

Brenda greeted us in the main lobby, thanked us in advance for our
assistance, it was very much appreciated by both her and her
students. Today she wanted two of us to help in the life drawing classes
and the third one was to help in the photographic class. Tang had already
done a stint in the life drawing class so I volunteered to take his
place. Ethan was happy either way so that was that and we went our separate
ways to the classes. Having never been to the college before it seemed a
very different beast to the University I was accustomed to, the students
for one thing were a lot younger and generally louder. Having got lost a
couple of times I eventually found the classroom I was seeking, I knocked,
opened the door and entered. Inside I was greeted by a friendly looking
woman and about thirty students around the age of eighteen, with fifty
fifty split between male and female. I felt a small blip in my
self-confidence, forced a smile onto my face and shook Shirley's (the
teacher as she introduced herself to me) hand. In front of me was a raised
stage upon which stood a mock Grecian pillar, a sword and shield (mmm,
tacky I thought). Arranged in concentric semi-circles were the student's
easels, Shirley explained to me that they were free to use various media
such as charcoal, pastels, water colours or oils and in this term they were
studying classical themes (hence the stage props).

Shirley asked me to strip naked and assume a pose on the stage using the
sword and shield reminiscent of an Ancient Greek soldier. Folding my
clothes neatly on a spare chair I walked up to the stage, acutely aware of
the quiet sniggers coming from several students and the odd wolf whistle. I
nodded and smiled in the general direction of the whistlers but ignored the
sniggerers. Climbing up onto the stage I picked up the sword and shield
doing my best to look like a Spartan soldier. Within a few minutes the
class had settled down and concentrated on creating their
masterpieces. After an hour Shirley invited me to change position and to
get my circulation back as I had been motionless for so long. Taking up the
offer I put the props down, stretched my limbs and briskly walked round the
classroom a couple of times. All the time I could feel eyes burning holes
in my body but this time I felt better able to meet the students gaze and
smiled back at them. This seemed to have the effect of making me more human
in their perception of me, I wasn't just an object of lust or ridicule.

The morning carried on in the same vein, stopping every hour to allow me to
change positions. Then at lunch time I was able to dress once more and went
to meet Ethan and Tang for a bite to eat and catch up on gossip. All too
soon the lunch break was over and I was once more assuming poses on the
stage, at least this time I knew the score and the novelty had worn off so
it was straight down to business. At the end of the afternoon once the
students had cleared up and left, Shirley came over and thanked me for
helping her out and for not letting the students get the better of
me. Apparently they could be a handful and more than one live model had
refused to come back. She then said she thought I would be brilliant next
week and be a real crowd puller, certainly by what she had seen today, if I
knew what she meant giving me an exaggerated wink. When it was clear I
didn't know what she meant she clammed up, saying she'd said too much
already and that I'd find out soon enough. Suddenly very preoccupied she
bid me goodnight and walked out the door leaving me to get dressed.

Mulling things over as I walked home I decided I would give Alison a call
this evening and drag it out of her what she knew about next week. However
all thoughts about Alison evaporated when I picked up a voicemail message
left on my home phone, it was from Marc announcing that he'd been thinking
things through and really needed to talk to me "man to man" over a beer,
was I free tonight? Oh shit, what was he going to say to me? Only one way
to find out I guess, so I called his number to get the answer phone. Grrrr!
Just when I got myself psyched up he decides to be unavailable. Knowing he
had teenage kids at home I left a generalised bland message thanking him
for his invitation, was sorry to have missed him and that I would chat with
him tomorrow at work. About two hours later he called apologising for
having missed me, his youngest son had announced at the last minute that he
needed a lift to his mum's (oh, they don't live together then?) as he was
going to stay there for the weekend and wanted to meet up with some friends
beforehand. It was a bit late now to meet up for a drink, could we meet up
tomorrow night instead? I played it cool and said sure, I don't see why
not, we'll discuss it tomorrow at work. He ummed and aahed then came out
with what was on his mind. He wanted to know if it would be okay to drop an
overnight bag round in the morning before work, his other son was going to
be out tomorrow evening and he didn't want to draw unwanted attention to
his activities. This way there'd be less questions from his son and he'd
have maximum freedom on his options depending on how the evening
went. Again I said sure thing, while my mind was yelling out YESSSS! Then I
started chuckling at Marc's directness -- just what I liked in a man.

I had a restless night, images of naked black men and enormous phallus's
drifted in and out of view and woke up with the sheets in a mess. Sighing
to myself as I stripped the bed the following morning I just hoped that
Marc was going to be saying the things I wanted to hear. I just had time to
get myself dressed and fed before there was a knock on the door and
standing there was Marc looking very sexy in tight fitting jeans, black
muscle vest and wraparound sun glasses. It was all I could do to stop
myself from dribbling with lust and grinning like an idiot, instead I
welcomed him in and suggested he put his overnight bag in the cupboard
under the stairs out of sight. With that it was time to leave, walking to
work with someone by my side made a pleasant change from being
alone. Although we only made small talk the time seemed to fly and before I
knew it we were standing in the main entrance to the Art College with Ethan
and Tang waiting for our next assignment. Brenda joined us after about five
minutes informing us that we would only be required for the morning session
as Peter had requested our presence in the staff room after lunch and that
we would be taking part in an end of term fashion show so that the fashion
design students could display their course projects.

Leading us through the college Brenda explained that our physical
statistics had been given to the students last week and they had created
life size mannequins so their clothes would fit us first time. This sounded
impressive to me although I found it disconcerting to think that my
measurements were being passed around without my knowledge, what other
information was being passed on I wondered. I had no more time to think
about it because we had arrived at our destination and were being ushered
into what looked like a warehouse but it was packed full with students and
many rows of clothes rails holding enough clothes to dress an army! Brenda
introduced us to the course tutor and then made her exit. Marianne (the
course tutor) then pointed us in separate directions where we met the
students working on our clothes. The group I was placed with were working
on sports/summer wear which to my untrained eye looked rather small for my
frame. When I commented on this fact the girls simply laughed informing me
that the material was designed to be figure hugging which apparently was
all the rage with youngsters these days (gee, I felt like a real old timer
considering I was at least ten years older than them). The first outfit I
was asked to don was a pair of beach shorts, short sleeved shirt, cap and
sandals. I quickly shucked my T-shirt, jeans, trainers and socks (keeping
my pants on) and went to get put the outfit on, but a hand reached out
stopping me in my tracks. Uh uh, the pants come off too otherwise they will
throw out the line of the material. Mmm I thought to myself, but I simply
shrugged my shoulders and took them off as well. Standing upright again, I
felt slightly uncomfortable, well wouldn't you? There was a dozen pairs of
female eyes staring at me, well not exactly at me -- more like staring at
my body -- every inch of it. Blushing slightly I pulled on the shorts but
the material was so silky and transparent that I felt more naked than
before I had put them on. Thankfully the shirt was made of thicker material
and just covered my crotch, though when I moved around my cock swung making
every movement obvious and eye catching judging by the expressions of the
girls. Finally I was ready for the catwalk, looking at the other guys I
tried not to laugh as we were all wearing revealing clothes although they
were styled differently, I simply smiled encouragement as we stepped onto
the stage and the show began.

I didn't realise how hard it would be to be a good catwalk model, no sooner
had I walked the length of the catwalk and returned than I was racing to
put the next outfit on. All self-consciousness flew out the window in the
pandemonium of the changing area, the girls were now too busy to ogle and
were very professional in their attitude and demeanour towards me. It was
fun but I was exhausted by the end of the show and I was grateful to sit
down and sink a large glass of cold water. Brenda thanked us on behalf of
the college for our assistance today and over the previous days and hoped
that we would be working together again in the future. We waved goodbye to
the class, in return we received waves, shouts and wolf-whistles making us
laugh before disappearing for our afternoon meeting with Peter.

In the staff room Peter, Tom and Adam waited for us. They informed us that
once the compulsory medical was completed they had some exciting news for
us which would make the last week of our contract both a memorable one as
well as being of immense benefit to the University. All through the medical
I kept wondering what lay in store for us, I barely noticed the prodding,
the pulling or the fingers up my arse!

Once the medicals were all over, we sat in the lounge area drinking coffees
while Peter distributed our cash pay packets of £1,000 which made me just
smile from ear to ear while thinking what I could do with it. Then he
proceeded to tell us about the plans for next week. Traditionally the last
week of the academic year had always been a fund raising period used to
boost the coffers of the University and the charities it supported. This
year it was going to be different, the University has teamed up with the
Art College and the local business forum to compile a complete week of
events:

Monday (evening) -- Charity dinner & dance

Tuesday (day) -- Football tournament

Wednesday (day) -- Charity fun run

Thursday (evening) -- Charity slave auction

Friday (evening) -- Private party



To keep costs to a minimum and provide valuable experience the college's
media team would be covering Monday to Thursday's events, but Friday was
not going to be filmed as this was being sponsored by top business men and
they had requested privacy which the University had agreed to due to the
vast sums of money being donated. This sounded intriguing but Peter
wouldn't be drawn further and after a few minutes of fishing we gave up and
took the hint. Peter outlined what our duties would be next week and then
told us to go home and make the most of an early finish because next week
the working hours would long and all over the place.

Not needing to be told twice we headed off home, Ethan and Tang going in
one direction with Marc and myself heading off towards my home to begin
what I hoped would be an enjoyable evening. During the walk home I tried to
raise the subject of what Marc wanted to talk about, but he very subtly
steered the conversation onto safer topics such as what lay ahead for us
next week, what his sons were doing this weekend, where we were planning to
go tonight for something to eat and drink. Mmm I thought to myself, here is
a guy who's done this before, he's such a smooth operator and able to
foresee what I was going to ask. I really didn't care, all I wanted to do
was to get him into bed.

Arriving home Marc asked if he could jump into the shower while I made a
cup of coffee, sure thing I replied, I too want to have a shower before we
hit town. I wondered if there would be an invite to join him in the shower,
but no, he grabbed his overnight bag and bounded upstairs and into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him. Ho hum, I sighed, the night is young
yet. Just as I'd finished brewing the coffee Marc sauntered back into the
room, God he is such a tease, dressed to kill and smelling gorgeous it was
all I could do to keep my hands to myself. No, Jo, don't play into his
hands, play it cool. So I offered him his coffee, announced that I was
disappearing for my shower now and I told him to make himself at home while
he waited for me. As I relaxed under the hot water I heard him walk into
the living room and turn the television on, flicking through the channels
before selecting a sports channel. I carefully went through my wardrobe
choosing clothes which showed my body off without being shouting out that I
was a gay man on the pull. Hopefully Marc would like what he saw without
feeling uncomfortable. Evidently he did like what he saw as he did a double
take but said nothing so I did likewise but smiled to myself all the same
as I knew that my plan had succeeded.

Once we'd finished our coffee we strolled into town to the restaurant Marc
had selected. He must have chosen this restaurant very carefully as it hit
just the right note. It was neither one of those quiet venues where couples
go for romantic meals nor one that was so busy we wouldn't be able to talk
without shouting. The food was fantastic and reasonably priced, as we
slowly consumed more alcohol Marc started to reveal what he wanted to tell
me. He started to talk about his younger days before he'd met his ex-wife
and it soon became apparent that he'd been a wild child running with
several not-so-nice packs into everything, at the same time he'd dabbled in
a few same-sex encounters but never actually had a relationship. It
wouldn't have been tolerated by his peers and he alluded to the fact that
he wouldn't be here today if they'd ever found out, so he became adept at
covering his tracks. He then met and fell in love with his ex-wife who
quickly produced two sons for him (I wasn't surprised considering the
contents of his trousers). The good times however didn't last and her eyes
began to wander to pastures new, it didn't take him long to find out as bad
news travels fast as he had (and still has) a wide network of friends and
contacts. Having discovered she'd been cheating on him, he divorced her and
won the battle for custody. Since then he'd devoted his time and energy to
bringing his sons up but now they're preparing to fly the nest and make a
life for themselves he felt the time was approaching that he could now
focus on his own needs. He classed himself as being bisexual and while he
was comfortable with his sons seeing their father having relationships with
women he was uncomfortable when it came to them seeing men sharing his
bed. Perhaps in a few years time when they'd matured a little but for now
he kept men as a discreet "treat". This brought him up to date but he
wanted to know more about me now. I told him about being openly gay from
being a teenager and family problems I had encountered, however it made me
independent and self-reliant. I'd had a couple of relationships lasting on
average five years but always fizzled out because I was so independent and
couldn���t be controlled by them. I was happy to have a relationship
but not at the expense of losing my individuality. Marc nodded in sympathy,
saying a lot of the women he'd known had tried controlling him, without
success.

Over dessert he asked me if I found him attractive, nearly choking on the
mouthful I had at the time, I nodded and finally managed to utter that he
knew damn well I do. He said I thought you did but I just wanted to hear
you say it once I'd told you more about myself and what I was looking for
in a man. I smiled and said basically you want a friend who's a fuck buddy
but not someone who's going to be demanding and intrusive. Exactly he
replied, you've got it in one with a broad grin. Right now all I really
want to do is stuff your hole until you can take no more and then you have
do the same to me until day break before I return home to my normal
routine. I am highly sexed so I'd want to do this on a regular basis,
timetables allowing, assuming you were agreeable to this too. I replied as
casually as possible that I was happy with this arrangement but I wanted to
make one thing clear, I wouldn't tolerate any jealousy if we were simply
fuck buddies. I am effectively single and will behave as I wish until
otherwise. Fair enough Marc said, he agreed he had no hold over me and I
was free to do as I pleased. With that we both decided that we could wait
no longer, the bill was paid and we walked home with a spring in our steps.

As soon as my front door was closed, we ripped each other's clothes off
laughing like teenagers before he chased me up the stairs into the bathroom
for a cleaning out session. Marc commented on the fact that I had the same
gear as they used at work, why not I replied, if you can't beat them you
should join them and if you don't hurry up I'm going to have to get firm
with you. Chuckling Marc did as he was told, kneeling down in the shower
cubicle he reached behind and pulled his ebony cheeks apart allowing access
to his little pink hole. Lubing up the douching hose I slid it up him with
little resistance, once he was full of water he sat down on my toilet to
empty out and the process was repeated until he was thoroughly cleaned
out. Then it was my turn! In no time at all we relocated to my bedroom and
as Marc lay sprawled on the bed I retrieved a can of Crisco from my
wardrobe, opened it and told him to spread his legs. Uh, I thought I was
going first he muttered. Oh no buddy I said in the firmest voice I could
muster, you're on my patch and you'll do as you're told (this time at
least) and I've been waiting for a piece of your arse for a long time. Okay
Sir, he said with a wink and obediently rolled over on to his stomach and
spread his legs as wide as possible. With my cock rigid as a board I
crawled up until I knelt with my knees touching his crack, then I liberally
applied the Crisco to his hole and my cock. I moved onto all fours and with
one hand guided my cockhead into his hole, then in one smooth thrust I was
buried up to the hilt in his hot arse. I could have shot my load there and
then, to take my mind off climaxing I started to gently bite the back of
neck and shoulders before slowly thrusting in and almost pulling out before
plunging back in again. This produced guttural moaning which only served to
spur me on. After a few minutes I pulled out and told him to roll over on
to his back, as he did so I grabbed his ankles and pulled them up and
apart, then before he had time to react I thrust my cock back into him and
pumped with all my might. His head was rolling frantically on the pillow as
my cock repeatedly stroked his prostate, abruptly he started to shudder and
groan then his cock exploded jism all over his chest and stomach. Ignoring
his spasming I carried on fucking him until my orgasm overtook me and with
a final thrust shot my load deep into his bowels. Collapsing on to him he
held me in his muscled arms, wrapped his legs around me and thrust his arse
into me keeping my cock deep inside me. His movements reignited the fire in
my softening cock and it rapidly became hard again. This time I rolled over
on to my back and got him to ride me like a cowboy facing me, then as he
rode my pole I started to introduce a finger alongside my cock, then two,
the three. Getting the drift he pulled off my cock and moved down the bed
so I had easier access to his hole, then resuming the motion I quickly
inserted four fingers and finally the whole fist, bringing a brief halt to
his movements before he continued. After a while he was swallowing the
whole of my forearm up to the elbow with ease, I asked him if he wanted to
me to go deeper. Shaking his head, he said he preferred width to depth, up
to the elbow was comfortable but no further. Respecting his limits I nodded
my understanding. After a few more rise and falls Marc stood up releasing
my fist with a quiet squelch, giving him a questioning look he smiled and
said he needed to take a constitutional and would be back in five. Giving
him a wink I said I'd be counting as I wiped my arm clean on the towel
nearby.

I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was my legs
were being gently pulled apart and Marc's face was pressing against my
cheeks and his tongue playing with my ring. The sensations were driving me
crazy and my hips were bucking wildly, however his tongue relentlessly
continued to lubricate my hole and it was beginning to relax trying to draw
his tongue inwards. Seemingly satisfied Marc pulled away, adjusted his
position and placed his cockhead at my entrance before slowly but
forcefully pushing it in. He didn't stop until he was fully inside and
started to thrust, within minutes he was pounding my arse as if there was
no tomorrow. Not that I was complaining, I was having the fuck of a
lifetime, the thrusts became more instant and then with a final thrust he
shot his load deep inside me. Slowing his pace a little he asked if I was
okay, I murmured a yes, good, he replied brace yourself, the ride is about
to start again. He was as good as his word, this time there was no
gentleness, simple rutting pure and simple! I think over the next half an
hour he must have fucked me in just about every position and shot his load
at least twice. I was beginning to get sore from all the friction and I
gestured to him that I needed to take a breather. Looking like a kid who'd
just had his favourite toy taken from him, he reluctantly pulled out of me,
saying jeez man I was just warming up -- then burst out laughing at the
sight of my expression. He gave my arse a hard slap saying that I was one
hot fuck and that he sure wanted a piece of it whenever he could get the
chance. Walking stiffly into the bathroom to clean myself up I assured him
that if he wanted it he only had to knock on my "back door" but no more
tonight please, I need to recover. I asked him if he was always like this,
no was his response but it had been a long time since he'd been able to get
a piece of boy butt. Next time he'd take his time and give my arse a proper
workout not just the slam dunk he'd dished out. I'll hold you to that! I
laughed then pulled a pair of boxer shorts on and made my way to put the
kettle on to make a coffee and a bite to eat. While he was showering I
heard his mobile phone ring so I once I heard him walk back into the
bedroom I called up to him to let him know. Marc joined me a few minutes
later having listened to his voicemail and got dressed. I asked him if he
was planning to stay the night, slowly sipping his coffee he hesitated
before replying. He had originally intended to stay but he thought it
better if he went home, even though it was late, perhaps next time. After
all he didn't want to outstay his welcome. Disappointed, I simply nodded my
agreement and said that was cool with me, we'd agreed to be fuck buddies,
not lovers. Having finished the food and drink Marc called the local taxi
firm and while he waited for it he packed his overnight bag. All too
quickly the taxi arrived and tooted its horn, giving him a manly hug I
wished him good night before crawling off to bed for a well deserved sleep.

The rest of the weekend I spent in a bit of a daze, half of me wanting Marc
back in my bed, the other half wanting my old solitude back again. Either
way things were how they were for the time being, who knew what lay in the
future. When Monday morning arrived it was such a luxury to stay in bed
until mid-morning, I savoured every moment. Rather than the normal rush to
get washed, dressed and out the door first thing in the morning, instead I
could take my time and stroll into the University mid-afternoon as
instructed by Peter.

CHAPTER 12 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY DINNER & DANCE

In the staff room I met up with Ethan, Tang, Marc and Peter. He ran through
the plans for the first of the events this week i.e. the Charity Dinner &
Dance which was going to be held in the main hall on campus. The local
response had been fantastic and all the available tickets had sold out very
quickly even at the purchase price of £250 per person. As previously
mentioned the event was going to be covered by the Art College's Media Team
and their Drama Team were going to be putting on a musical entertainment
both during the dinner and afterwards when the dancing started. I wondered
where we fitted into all this, I soon found out! The four of us along with
Glen and Oliver (a couple of volunteers from the Student Union) were going
to be waiters for the evening but with a difference. We would be dressed in
genuine waiters outfits, however each piece of clothing we wore had a price
label on it and the price went up with each piece removed. The idea being
that by the end of the evening each of us could have raised £50,000 but
for this figure to be reached every item of clothing would have been
sold. Peter said he appreciated that we might be apprehensive because the
public were involved but the invited parties had been carefully selected so
we weren't at risk of bumping into our nearest and dearest. The outfits
themselves were beautifully made (by the fashion design students
apparently, again using our measurements they'd been given) and fitted
extremely well. I commented on how professional we looked but where were
the price tags? Peter laughed, they weren't on the actual clothes instead
they would be on the diners tables as a price list and the guests could pay
by cash or credit card from their seats and be given the item of clothing
there and then by the waiter who was wearing it. Sounded simple enough but
I had butterflies in my tummy just thinking about it. On to a more
practical matter he said, we would be expected to serve food and drinks but
the menu was a set one with only a couple of options for each round and the
guests would have a menu card in front of them for us to use as a
guide. Again with drinks there was wine and water available for each table
which would require replenishing as it ran out but if the guests wanted
anything else they had to purchase it from the bar which was outside our
remit.

Okay guys, time for you to have a shower and tidy up before you meet the
guests. Trooping obediently to the wet room area of the staff room we took
turns to have a shower, shave, and tidy up any unruly hairy bits. Then it
was time to get dressed up in our smart outfits and boy did we look good!
We made our way over to the main hall halfway across the campus where there
was a hive of activity with guests turning up in large groups and students
busy organising everyone and everything. The place was immaculate,
decorated to perfection and looked like something out of a Hollywood movie
set. The main stage had been set up for musicians and singers to perform
(rather than an actual musical like I'd imagined) and the performers were
just doing some last minute checks to the equipment before disappearing
back stage. The four of us and the two volunteers were told to stand in
line by the serving entrance and to wait for our next instructions, in the
meantime we just had to stand to attention like we were soldiers.

Slowly the hall filled up and everyone took their seats, looking around
them expectantly. They didn't pay any particular attention to us but that
would soon change. Once everyone was seated and had helped themselves to a
drink, Peter made his way up on to the stage and opened the evening
officially. He welcomed everyone to what he hoped would be a very enjoyable
evening, that the food and entertainment would be excellent and that they
would dig deep and be generous in their donations. To add spice to the
evening he asked everyone to look at the price list on their table and its
purpose. Once it had sunk in virtually every pair of eyes looked over to us
and I am sure that we were already being undressed by most of the women
present and quite a few of the men! Then without further ado Peter invited
the first band to play and we were ready to start serving the starters. For
the first twenty minutes we were rushed off our feet issuing the different
starters out and replenishing the wine bottles. Half way through doing this
I noticed that Glen was called over to a table where he removed his
cufflinks and tie before resuming his duties. There was no further action
until most of the starters had been consumed and we were clearing the empty
plates away. Peter then started whirling round like a man possessed and
within the space of a few minutes most of us had lost the cufflinks, ties,
jackets, waistcoats an in the case of Ethan his shirt too. Then came the
main course which again seemed to distract the guests from donating but
once it had been consumed along with plenty of wine the donations came
flooding in again resulting in me and Oliver being down to our jockstraps,
Tang still had his trousers on but poor old Marc, Ethan and Glen were
already naked! Not that they minded, judging by the state of their cocks,
the "accidental" brushes they received from the guests when walking between
the tables or the bum pinching that we were all experiencing. By the time
the desserts were ready to be sent out we were all naked and getting into
the swing of it and I quickly became accustomed to this state. The rest of
the evening flew past, the musicians played on late into the evening and
eventually Peter called a close to the proceedings thanking everyone for
such a brilliant evening and announcing that thanks to the clothes auction
a staggering £400,000 had been raised. At the news of this the room
erupted into a huge round of applause, then Peter called us up on to the
stage to thank us too for all of our hard work and how much it had been
appreciated by everyone, to which there was a great deal of wolf whistles
and cat calls as we took a bow. Slowly over the next hour the room slowly
cleared, still naked (after all we had no clothes to put on until we got
back to the staff room) we all helped clear the hall up before as a group
we made our way back to the staff room. Actually the route back was more
nerve wracking for me because we had to walk across the campus stark
bollock naked with many students staring open mouthed because they hadn't
known about the charity dinner and dance. Finally we made it back to the
staff room and were able to put our clothes back on and make our weary way
home for a well earned rest before an early start tomorrow.

CHAPTER 13 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY FOOTBALL TOURNAMENT



In no time at all I was back on campus having an early morning cup of
coffee and bacon roll with the guys in the canteen, discussing last night's
events and laughing at some of the guests' antics with our states of
undress. Then it was over to the gym to meet up with Dave and find out what
would be involved with the charity football match that would be starting
shortly. Dave said that it was going to be a knock out match starting with
eight teams, the winning four teams go into the next round, before the
final round with the remaining two teams playing for the cup and top
prize. The football teams would be made up of volunteers from the sports
therapy division and we would be taking part as goal keepers. The games
would be held out on the playing fields watched by the rest of the
university, the art college and paying members of the public. What the
footballers didn't know yet was that as an incentive to play well whenever
a goal was conceded the team would lose an item of clothing. If they wished
to avoid playing naked they couldn't afford to concede many goals as all
they would be wearing was a T-shirt, shorts and a jock-strap (socks and
boots were excluded as they would be used to identify the them along with
safety reasons). I grinned to myself remembering how macho some of the guys
acted, it would be amusing to see how they handled having to strip in a
very public situation. Having received our instructions we changed into our
goalies outfits and made our way over to the playing fields. If we had
thought the previous night had been busy, we were in for a shock, there
were hundreds of people milling around finding their places along the touch
line jostling for best position. At either end of the pitch and at the
half-way position were twelve foot towers housing the camera crews and
loudspeakers. The commentator was on the ground meeting and greeting
dignitaries before welcoming the two teams onto the pitch and explaining
the rules of the game to them and the spectators. Each game would last half
an hour, fifteen minutes each way (there was only one football pitch and
the tournament would take too long, as it was it would last over fours from
beginning to end) and just as Dave had told us, the side conceding goals
would lose an item of clothing for each goal scored. At this last bit of
news the footballers looked panicked and trapped, of course they couldn't
back out without massively losing face and bringing disgrace to their
division and the university. In contrast the spectators cheered and
whistled. After a minute or two they regained their composure, clearly
deciding that there was no choice but to go ahead but from the expression
on their faces they had no intention of losing nor conceding goals! The
referee (Dave) shook hands with the team captains and the game started in
earnest. From where I was standing (on the touchline with my team) I could
see Marc and Oliver in opposing goals doing their best to make sure they
saved any balls coming their way, the game was highly energised and very
intense. I think the organisers had got it absolutely right, the spectators
were loving every moment of the game, even though a goal hadn't yet been
scored yet. Then in the second half of the match as the guys were beginning
to tire, mistakes were beginning to be made and before long the first goal
was scored to the spectators delight. Oliver's team were the first to lose
their shirts, throwing them into the crowd before continuing with the
game. The final whistle was blown and the first match was over with Marc's
team winning 1-0, then after a five minute break the next match started
with Ethan and myself being in goal. As I took up my position in goal I
didn't realise how nerve wracking it would be, I kept praying that the ball
would stay in the other half. Of course my prayers weren't answered and
before long I had to stop an incoming ball, thankfully I succeeded and did
again a further two times. Unfortunately for Ethan the same couldn't be
said. In the first half of the match his team had lost their shirts, then
in the second half they lost their shorts too. The game ended with my team
winning 2-0, I was so relieved to walk off the pitch with my kit
intact. Tang and Glen were on next, unfortunately for Tang's team he was a
little on the short side and Glen's team quickly learnt to shoot their
balls high into the net. In the first half they lost their shirt and
shorts, then at the beginning of the second half they lost their
jock-straps too. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the blushing
guys dropped their jocks and threw them into the crowd. Of course their
humiliation wasn't over because they had to play on for the rest of the
game under the watchful eyes of the excited crowd. I felt sorry for Tang
because his team weren't good losers and ignored him as they left the pitch
at the end of the game, I made sure that I was there to meet him as he came
off and gave him a towel to cover his modesty and a hug assuring him he'd
done his best and that the other guys were just jerks. Clearly upset he did
his best to smile and evening managed to grin when I pointed out that his
team mates were having to make their way back to the changing rooms across
campus in just their socks and boots. We could just about make them out,
walking briskly with as much pride as they could muster with a camera guy
in tow and a large group of girls trying their best to grab a bit of flesh
while they had the opportunity. The final game of the first round had two
goalies who were in the University's football team, I hadn't seen them
before but they were very good and the game went into extra time until
finally a goal was scored and we had a winner.

After a short interval we started the second round of matches, Marc and I
were opposing goalies and the wicked side of me hoped that the spectators
would get to see parts of him that I had recently got very intimately
acquainted with. I reckon he must have been thinking along similar lines
because he gave me a high five before running down to his goal. Being the
semi-finals the game was fought even harder and to my shame I let in a goal
and as I threw my shirt into the crowd I saw Marc laughing and waving from
the other end of the pitch. His joy was short-lived because before the end
of the first half he'd lost both his shirt and shorts and looking well fit
in just his the jocks. At half time as we swapped ends I whispered in his
ear how hot he looked and I couldn't wait to see him naked. In your dreams
he laughed, I'd just have to wait until the weekend (mmm, yessssssssss
please). Oh, he was a smooth operator and this I suspect was a deliberate
attempt to sabotage my game because I found it very hard to concentrate
through the rest of the game and it wasn't long before I let in another
goal. I was fuming with myself as I pulled my shorts down, stepped out of
them and threw them into the laughing crowd. I did my best to ignore my
teammates glares and Marc's loud laughter. Then within five minutes another
ball slipped into the net, it wasn't my fault, I'd dived to save the ball
and caught it only to have bounce it out of my hands and a quick acting
opponent tapped it in. Oh shit, I thought I know what's coming next. Yep,
the referee confirmed it was a goal so off the jocks had to come. Mouthing
sorry to my team mates I grasped my jockstrap's waistband and with as much
dignity as possible I removed them and lobbed them into the cheering
crowd. In response I did a little war dance which sent my cock dancing and
sent a message out to the other guys that there was nothing to fear. The
message seemed to get through because my other team mates plucked up the
courage to remove their jocks too and within thirty seconds they were naked
too and we all did a war dance which the crowd lapped up. This boost to our
morale had the desired effect and within minutes we'd scored our third
goal, and our glee was evident to all. As the opposing team dropped their
jocks we catcalled them promised to whip their arses into submission. Marc
flipped me a finger and I saluted him in response. The crowd loved it
egging us on, now it was 3-3 we had to continue to play until a goal was
scored. This spurred us on further, the game became aggressive but oh what
a spectacle it must have been! The sight of twelve naked, hot and sweaty
guys running around doing their best to outsmart the opponents was fucking
horny (at least from my perspective), finally my team managed to land the
goal they'd fought so hard for and I felt someway appeased for the goals
that I'd inadvertently let in. The atmosphere after this match was
different to the previous games, there was more comradeship and the crowd
was far more vocal and participative. It was hard to tell who the winners
and the losers were as we were all intermingled giving group hugs and
cheering to the crowd as we left the pitch.

Dave came over and handed out bottles of water along with fresh kits for
our match in the final. I wasn't sure what was more refreshing, the long
cool drink or getting clothes on! I think on reflection the drink was, I've
become so accustomed to stripping that it seems second nature to be nude in
front of clothed people. While this was going on the other semi-final was
being played, poor Glen, his team didn't stand a chance, the other team was
so formidable and professional that Glen and his team were naked within the
first twenty minutes and by the end of the second half Glen's team had lost
4-0, at least my team had put up a good fight and came through
victorious. Soon enough it was time for the cup final, the commentator was
winding the spectators to fever pitch heightening the pressure on the two
teams to produce a humdinger of a game. The atmosphere was electric at kick
off and the crowds were shouting all the time until the first goal scored,
off came my shirt then my shorts. Oh god I moaned this is going to be a
re-run of Glen's game. However by the end of the first half our opponents
too had lost their shirts and shorts. At the half-time interval we had a
rousing team building coaching session and as the second half started we
pressed home our advantage and soon scored another goal meaning that our
opponents lost their jocks and were now playing naked for the first time
for them and they were clearly weren't comfortable with the fact. Our joy
was short lived because they seemed to find their second wind and soon got
round our defences (and me) to score a third goal meaning our jocks had to
come off too. Time was running out fast and the game got very scrappy,
thankfully in the dying minutes we managed to get another goal making the
score 4-3 and then the whistle blew. Dave declared us the winning team and
beckoned us over (along with the losing team) to the commentators
stand. Peter appeared from nowhere along with Brenda and the camera crew,
we were shepherded over to the kickoff spot on the pitch for the
presentation of the University Cup and prizes (an envelope would be waiting
for each of us back in the changing rooms). Once the presentation was over
and the camera crew were satisfied that enough film footage and photographs
had been taken, group photos were taken. We were then told to do a lap of
honour around the football pitch, it was intended to be done at a jogging
pace but so many people wanted to shake hands and congratulate us on such a
spectacular game that it quickly slowed to a walk and then down to a
crawl. In the end it took over an hour to do the full circuit, my arms
ached from so many handshakes and my jaws were stiff from so much
smiling. Finally we were able to drag ourselves away and managed to slope
off to the changing rooms for a well deserved shower and rest. Once we were
showered and dressed Dave came in and gave us the promised
envelopes. Inside were two tickets, the first was an invitation to appear
as VIP guest stars at a mystery event on Thursday evening, we were to dress
smartly and report to the staff room at 7pm. The second was an invitation
for two people to join the summer camp trip free of charge (details to be
sent out later by post). We thanked Dave and all agreed it was a very
generous prize considering it was for a charity event, the guys thought
participating and winning would be reward enough. My team mates had
recharged their batteries and were ready to go on a drinking binge to
celebrate but all I was ready for was my bed, so I bowed out gracefully,
thanked them for playing so well and for putting up with an amateur like
me! Giving me hearty slaps on the shoulder, they laughed, called me an old
timer and said I hadn't played too bad either -- I was a real pro when it
came to taking my kit off! Chortling, I nodded my appreciation and exited
on a good note.

When I got home there was a message on my voicemail from Marc
congratulating me on being in the winning team, playing a blinding game and
how horny I looked on the field in just my socks and boots. Seeing my body
in action had got him so turned on he wanted to come over tonight and put
me through my paces all over again. Oh no, I groaned, I simply didn't have
the energy for some rough and tumble between the sheets especially when I
had a fun run in the morning! However the idea of putting him off to
another night didn't exactly appeal to me either. I called Marc back and
said that he was more than welcome to come over but I didn't think that I
would be much use in bed as I was so knackered. Laughing in response he
said that he had just the thing to lift my energy levels and would be over
in half an hour, before hanging up he told me to have had a hot shower and
have some clean towels available. Intrigued I did as I was told, enjoying
my second shower of the day, afterwards I simply put a pair of jogging
bottoms on and laid out several folded up towels on the dining room table,
not being sure what Marc had in mind. Shortly there was a knock on the
door, letting Marc in with a smile he gave me a big bear hug and
surprisingly a kiss on the cheek. Not being sure what to make of this
gesture, I said nothing but simply returned it. Leading him into the
kitchen I asked him if he'd like a drink of anything, orange juice please
was his reply, he needed a clear head for what lay ahead. I looked at him
questioningly but he merely smiled and took the offered glass of
juice. Pouring one for myself I followed him upstairs, leading the way he
picked up the towels along with the bag he'd brought with him. In the
bedroom he spread out two of the largest towels and instructed me to remove
my bottoms and to lie face down on the towels. I lay there watching him
retrieve a couple of bottles of massage oil from his bag before he climbed
onto the bed, oiled his hands up and began to give me a firm but sensual
massage. Starting with my arms and shoulders, he moved down my back before
turning his attention to my feet and legs. I was in heaven! The firm
warming massage was so relaxing it was semi-hypnotic, I was virtually in a
trance as he moved up between my outspread legs kneading my thighs and then
my buttocks. I heard a chuckle behind me and realised that I'd been gently
thrusting my pelvis in response to his administrations. I just didn't care,
it was so enjoyable! I felt a hand reach under me and gently take hold of
my balls and semi erect cock, pulling them toward him until they lay
exposed nestled between my thighs. He lovingly oiled them until I sported a
throbbing hard on before returning his attention to my buttocks. He paused
briefly to drizzle a little oil between my cheeks, then very gently started
to massage my anal ring. I was moaning from the sensations coursing through
my body, before long I felt Marc's fingers slide easily into me, first one,
then two, three and finally four of them. Uh oh I thought I'm about to get
fisted once more, but to my surprise the fingers were withdrawn and I felt
his cock slide up me in one smooth motion. I arched my back and looked over
my shoulder, smiling broadly to let him know everything was fine. Throwing
me a wink he started to fuck me, slowly to start with speeding up until he
was pistoning in and out with such force that I had to grip the bed to stop
myself being pushed off the end. I was in heaven! Before long Marc's body
started to spasm and with one last thrust he shot his load deep inside me
before collapsing onto me. Recovering his breath, he asked me if I was
okay, I simply nodded, good was his reply. Lifting off me he withdrew his
softening cock, I went to move too, but his hand held me firmly in place so
I relaxed back onto the bed. As his cockhead exited Marc's fingers took its
place, this time four fingers disappeared inside me with no trouble and
before I knew it his fist made its way into my rectum meeting little
resistance. Slowly but firmly the fist pushed further up inside, past the
second ring until his elbow rested between my cheeks. Again he asked if I
was okay, I grunted and nodded that I was. This time he didn't reply but
started to fist my hole in the same way as he'd fucked me, my anus was
getting so loose that I barely felt his fist. Removing his fist from me he
told me to move over to one side of the bed, to lie on my back and bring my
knees up. While I did so Marc mirrored my actions, but facing the opposite
direction so that his feet were near my head and vice versa. His anus was
within easy reach now and as he passed me a bottle of lube I understood his
intentions. As I was already well stretched his hand and arm simply slid up
inside me again with ease, meanwhile I took my time slowly warming his hole
up, inserting one finger in at time until with a grunt he swallowed my
hand. Onto the next ring and I repeated the process again until my forearm
too was buried up to the hilt, synchronising our pistoning we rapidly
reignited the fire in our cocks and before long we had both orgasmed
without even touching our cocks, sending jets of jism over our stomachs and
chests. Laughing and panting in equal measure we slowly withdrew our hands,
grabbing a towel each we wiped ourselves clean before heading to the
bathroom for a well deserved shower.

This time I didn't ask Marc if he would be staying overnight, I decided
he'd let me know when he was good and ready. I guessed right because he
came downstairs fully dressed, bags packed saying he needed to get home as
both his lads would be back by now. Sure I said, giving him a sleepy smile
and a quick hug. As it wasn't too late he decided to take a brisk walk
home, leaving me to clear up the bedroom before going to bed to sleep.

CHAPTER 14 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY FUN RUN

Wednesday morning came round very quickly, the sun was shining and it felt
good to be alive! I had a job I simply adored and a man in my life (well
sort of) that I could so easily fall in love with (no, he's simply a fuck
buddy -- remember that!).

Walking to the University my body ached a little from all the exercise it
had done the previous day, never mind I had a charity fun run to complete
so no good letting a little tiredness get in the way. I wondered what lay
in store, neither of the previous events had been quite like anything I had
imagined them to be. Arriving at the gym I was met by Brenda and Peter
along with Dave, Callum, Glen, Oliver, Ethan, Tang and Marc. Brenda and
Peter took it in turns to explain today's events. This morning would be
dominated by the under 12's and under 18's fun runs, then this afternoon
would be the adults fun run, in which we would be running. All three events
would be televised so it was to be best behaviour all round. For us the
morning would be concerned with trying on our costumes along with photo
shoots for the College's and University's portfolio. We were told to make
our way over to the College and meet the fashion crew who were responsible
for designing the costumes. Marianne greeted us at main reception and led
us to the Design Centre, where some familiar faces were waiting for us
along with the media guys and eight costumes. Marianne explained that this
year's theme was mythology and our costume designs would feature gods,
monsters and heroes. The costumes were basically all in one jump suits,
made of the sheerest silk which had then painted by the students. I had a
distinct feeling that like last time I would end up feeling more naked in
the costume than if I actually was. I was handed my costume, it felt
incredibly light, it was gold in colour and I was told I was going to be
Apollo the sun god (hence the colour). At the same time the other guys were
handed their costumes, we all had bemused looks on our faces, while the
designs were incredible how were we going to get into them? Marianne asked
us what we were waiting for, we had a busy schedule to adhere to, chop chop
she clapped her hands, laughing we simultaneously started stripping down to
our underpants. Uh uh she said, VPL under the costumes will not look
good. So off they came and there we stood naked as the day we were born
before we attempted to get the costumes on. My bad feelings about this
adventure were getting stronger as it very quickly became apparent that
down to a man not one of us could get into the costumes. The students were
panic stricken, their exam coursework apparently ruined by the paint they'd
used which had shrunk the material and made it brittle. Looking bewildered
we started to get dressed again. Marianne taking charge again asked us what
we were doing, the show must go on one way or another, the press and
examiners were expecting eight mythological characters to be leading the
fun run -- it hadn't been specified anywhere what the design medium should
be. If the artist's original canvas had failed then a new one would have to
be used instead. Confused by this vague statement I asked her what she
meant as we didn't have much time left. I know she replied. Turning to the
camera guys, she asked them to start filming as she had a cunning
plan. Turning back to us she said, right guys to be a good canvas you're
going to have to lose the body hair so please make your way to the shower
room where we'll shave off all that nasty hair -- what we cried, is that
absolutely necessary? Oh yes indeed before we were shepherded (still naked)
through the college corridors, past some very surprised looking students to
the changing rooms and into the showers. The girls then volunteered to soap
us up and shave every hair off our body (except the hair on our heads and
beards) until we were as smooth as babies. The worst time was when they
shaved my balls and crack, I'd never had a girl get so intimate with me
before but she and the others didn't bat an eye lid. Then we were towelled
dry and led back to the design centre like lambs about to be sacrificed!
The students who had stayed behind had been busy in our absence, they'd
retrieved their original designs and a huge amounts of body paint. Then
they set about painting us literally from head to toe recreating the
mythological scenes all over our bodies.

When they'd finished we looked incredible and if you only gave us a quick
glance you'd miss the fact we didn't have a stitch of clothing on. There
followed a rather hurried photo shoot both solo and group before we were
whisked out to meet the awaiting public. I gave Marc and Ethan nervous
glances, they seemed as nervous as I did. Just before we made our entrance
Marianne gave us a morale boosting speech encouraging us to go along with
the charade, with any luck no one would notice until after the event or at
least once the fun run had started in earnest. Walking out into the crowd
was surreal, trying to act as if everything was perfectly normal when it
was anything but. Out of the corner of my eye I could see some people doing
double takes and the cameras seemed a little more intrusive than would
normally have been expected, but nobody said anything untoward and we made
our way to the starting line joined by hundreds of other men and
women. Their glances were a little more open and we heard several gasps,
giggles, whistles and suggestive comments. Just before the whistle blew
Marc came over and wished me luck, betting me he'd finish first and if he
did he planned to get two hands up me. I said you're on, but if I win I'll
return the favour, we shook on the bet. Then the whistle blew and the race
began! The course was five miles long, which just happened to be the length
of the University's perimeter fence so we streamed out of the main entrance
to the campus on to the streets and ran along the footpaths adjacent to the
perimeter fence. All the way round the general public supported us by
lining the paths cheering on our progress. I tried my best to keep my eye
on Marc but I quickly lost sight of him, not realising that I'd left him
behind early on, he wasn't as fast as he thought! Not being able to see him
spurred me on to run my best, but there was no way I could keep up with the
leading runners. When I crossed the finishing line (the campus main
entrance) I was informed that I had finished 57th out of 680 runners, I was
chuffed with myself as I have never considered myself a natural
runner. Making my way through the exhausted runners to the VIP enclosure
(as instructed by Brenda and Peter) all I could think about was had Marc
finished before me. Walking into the enclosure the only guys who'd come in
ahead of me were Callum and Tang, chatting to them Callum had finished in
4th place and Tang in 23rd, we had a quick group hug before the media team
joined us along with Brenda and Peter. Over the next hour the rest of the
guys arrived in the following order: Ethan 151st, Oliver 206th, Marc 213th,
Dave 248th and finally Glen 372nd. As each one came in we applauded them,
with Marc's entrance I clapped especially hard and as he looked in my
direction I clasped my fists together to remind him of our wager.

Once we were all together we faced the local TV camera crew and were
interviewed as a group. Thankfully Brenda and Peter did all the talking
explaining about our costumes etc. putting it down to a funding stunt
rather than a design blunder. This explanation was presented to the TV crew
before the filming began so that they could decide on the best strategy to
prevent viewer complaints whilst remaining true to the story. In the end it
was decided that the eight of us would be strategically posed so that our
modesty was maintained while exhibiting as much of the students designs as
possible with Brenda and Peter sat in front of us and spoke to the
interviewer.

Finally the interview was over and having been provided with large blankets
for warmth we were free to go to the gym showers to wash off the body
paint, still the cameras were following us -- even into the showers!
Thankfully it was only the media team, rather than the TV crew. On
reflection we must have all been under some pressure because as the paint
disappeared down the drain the energy levels rose and we were soon horsing
around, nothing sexual (after all this was being recorded) but it was great
to release the tension. The commentator asked us if we'd enjoyed the
experience, what good timing as without thinking we cried yes, that's good
she said because we'll probably be asking you to do it again next year as
it's been so successful, a trend could even have been started. Stepping out
of the showers, we quickly dried ourselves and were finally able to dress
as our clothes had been thoughtfully transferred over from the
College. Giving me a sheepish smile Marc asked when I'd be collecting my
dues, not tonight I groaned in response, I was thinking perhaps Saturday or
Sunday as tomorrow and Friday we've got two late events. Sighing with
relief, Marc agreed with me. Callum having overheard asked what this wager
had been, oh I replied just a little bet Marc and I had to see who would
come first in the race, as he lost he's due to pay a forfeit with me. What
forfeit would that be? He replied. Marc seeing potential here, casually
said, oh if we were to tell you that you'd be committed to joining in
yourself but as you beat Joe in I guess he'd owe the same forfeit to you
that I owe to him, what do you think Joe? Keeping my face straight, I said
sure, sounds fair enough to me. Callum clearly intrigued readily agreed
especially as I would owe him something, are you sure before we tell you
Marc asked. Definitely came the answer. Okay, the forfeit is that Joe has
the right to double fist me as he beat me in the race and therefore as you
beat him you too have the right to double fist him. Seeing the shock on
Callum's face I laughed and said don't worry I can take it and so can
Marc. Wow was all he could say, I thought you guys were pretty wild in the
staff room that day but I didn't realise just how wild you were, there's no
way I want to miss this one -- but guys can we keep this to ourselves? I
don't want my girlfriend getting wind of this; she works in the design
centre and gets pretty jealous if you know what I mean. Sounds fair enough
to us we replied, we'll let you know when we're getting together and give
you a call, have you got a mobile number? Sure, thing Callum replied
writing his mobile number down on a piece of paper and handed it to
Marc. Shortly after that we called it a day and went our separate ways
home, I took my time because I was in no particular rush plus my body was
knackered from today's running and yesterday's football matches plus there
were loads of people still milling around some recognised me and wanted to
stop and chat which I was pleased to do so. Most people were very
supportive and appreciated the hard work that had gone in today's
events. Finally I was able to break free and got home approximately an hour
after I'd left the other guys, I cooked myself a quick meal and then fell
into bed exhausted, sleep quickly overcame me.

CHAPTER 15 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY SLAVE AUCTION

I woke with a start to hear my alarm clock buzzing madly; groggily I looked
at the time, 10.30am, ugh! Stumbling out of bed I had a quick shower before
having a large breakfast, getting dressed and embarking on some retail
therapy in town. The purpose of the shopping was to purchase a smart
evening suit for tonight, a new shirt and a pair of trendy shoes. I wanted
to look like the bees knees if I was going to outshine the other guys in my
team. Several hours later, laden with carrier bags containing designer
clothes I made my way home to prepare myself for tonight.

I walked through the staff room door at 7pm sharp to find the room buzzing,
inside were my football team members, Marc, Tang, Ethan, Glen, Oliver,
Callum, Adam, Peter and Tom. Every one to the last man was dressed
impeccably and obviously waiting for my arrival so the briefing could
begin. Peter, as before filled us in on the coming event and what would be
expected of us. This was intended to be a fun evening with us "lucky" guys
being selected as the auction lots; it had been promoted as a "slave
auction" to gain media and donator's attention. The principle was simple we
would appear on stage, dressed as we were now, with lot numbers pinned to
our jackets and throughout the evening bids could be placed against our
numbers, then at the end of the evening who ever had offered the highest
bid would "own" us for the following 24 hours. Oliver asked if we would be
the only entertainment that evening, Peter said that the music students
from the College would be providing musical entertainment but we would be
on stage for most of the evening. He asked if we had any questions, none of
us could think of anything to ask so we made our way to the main hall and
entered through the main doors where the crowds were thronging. To my
untrained eye there seemed to be many clearly wealthy guests, I hoped they
had plenty of cash to donate as this evening sounded like it was going to
be an expensive one! Peter led the way through the throng and up on to the
stage, we followed him close behind and lined up along the stage in a row
behind Peter. The only ones who didn't were Adam and Tom who I could see
sitting at a nearby table with Brenda and Neil, they smiled and waved at
us. Peter explained to the audience how the bidding worked and pointed to
the large digital display behind us which showed our lot numbers and
currently registered at £0 against our numbers. In front of each guest was
a little console where they could select who they wanted to bid for and how
much they were prepared to pay. It seemed simple enough and the guests
seemed to think so too. Peter would be acting as compere for the evening,
off mike he asked us to follow any instructions he gave to facilitate the
smooth running of the evening, we nodded our agreement. Back on mike he
introduced each of us to the audience, and then asked us to parade around
the stage as if we were on a catwalk modelling the clothes we were
wearing. This proved to be a laugh as we threw our heart and souls into
looking like sultry models. Each time a bid was placed there was a ting
from the display board and the bid showed up as a figure against our lot
number. Within a few minutes the leading amount was in the hundreds. Oh
dear said Peter, the bidding was disappointing, turning to the audience he
asked what was the matter. There was a lot of hub bub but the main
suggestion was that we were overdressed for the occasion. Okay guys Peter
said turning back to us, time to lose your jacket and ties please, and
loosen the top couple of the shirt buttons. None of us objected to this so
while maintaining our catwalk poses we discarded our jackets and ties. The
mood in the room changed rapidly and the bidding was kick started. At
Peter's direction we lined up along the stage and stood still for a few
minutes assuming classical poses before strutting around the stage
again. For quite some time the bids increased until it was into the low
thousands then as they approached the ten thousand mark it tailed off and
stopped once more. Peter turned to the audience and again asked what the
problem was? I guessed what was coming next, and sure enough the audience
requested the removal of more clothing. Peter keeping a straight face said
of course, this was entirely feasible and asked us to remove our shirts,
trousers, shoes and socks. Again we all took this in our stride except for
the football players who were looking a little nervous but not wanting to
appear scared stripped as quickly as the rest of us. Again we walked around
the stage occasionally posing before walking on again. The display board
continued tinging until the bidding was up in the tens of thousands before
once again slowing down to a stop. Peter got us to line up at the front of
the stage before asking the audience for the last time why they'd stopped
bidding. OFF, OFF, OFF! Came the reply loud and clear. Not needing to be
instructed by Peter we removed our last piece of clothing with a flourish
and stood there stark bollock naked with most of us sporting semi hard ons!
The bidding went through the roof and by the time the bidding had finished
the highest bid had reached over forty thousand pounds with the lowest
being a respectable twenty thousand. As the donations were processed Peter,
Tom and Adam walked up on stage informing us that as slaves we were obliged
to follow ALL demands placed on us by the winning bidders for the next 24
hours. The footballers looked distinctly nervous but standing there naked
what choice did they have but to accept their fate with the same
professionalism as the rest of us.

Peter stood in front of us and publicly thanked everyone involved for all
the hard work put into organising such a memorable evening, then turning to
us he thanked us for volunteering to be slaves for the next 24 hours and
for putting on a good show. Then finally he turned back to the audience for
being so generous and hoped that they would enjoy the slaves as much as
they had the evening. Once he'd finished his speeches everyone clapped in
response to show their appreciation.

>From behind the stage Dave appeared dressed in a rather menacing black
leather outfit and was introduced to the audience as the slave
master. Placing the bag he'd been carrying down on the floor he reached
into it and brought out steel collars, one for each of us. Reaching over
our heads he opened the collar then closed it round our neck before locking
it with a key. When we had all been collared Dave reached into the bag
again and brought out hand cuffs and started to secure our hands behind our
back. Looking at the footballers I thought they were going to rebel but one
stern look from Dave made them change their minds and they too put their
hands behind their backs ready for hand cuffing. Once we were all cuffed we
were told to stand in a line and wait to find out who had purchased
us. Within about twenty minutes we would find out.

Three of the footballers had been bought by single ladies, they looked very
pleased with their lot as they were led away having been offered blankets
to cover their modesty. Five footballers had been bought by a consortium of
four married couples and would be the centrepiece of a swingers party they
were holding tomorrow. The five guys were also chuffed with their lot and
grinned broadly over to us before being led away. Unlike the other guys
they weren't offered blankets to spare their blushes, they were escorted to
the tables that the consortium had occupied and told to wait until the
party were ready to leave. Their clothes and belongings had been bagged up
and given to the consortium co-ordinator for safekeeping until after the 24
hours. Finally the group were ready; waving good night to Peter and Tom
they led their slaves away.

That left two of the footballers remaining with us clearly hoping they'd
meet a similar fate, however it was not to be. Brenda and Neil joined us on
stage informing that the remaining nine of us had been bought by the
University's Social Club and would be the entertainment tomorrow night. As
with any purchase the club wanted to be sure of the quality of the goods
they'd bought so Dave told us to line up and bend over ready for
inspection. Brenda, Neil and Dave slowly made their way down the line
pulling our cheeks apart and carefully examining our holes, gently prodding
them for receptivity. Seemingly satisfied we were allowed to stand up but
were told to remain standing in our line. Dave informed us that we were
about to be escorted back to the staff room where overnight accommodation
had been arranged. From his bag he pulled out a length of chain links which
appeared to have small hoops attached at regular intervals. Indicating to
me to approach him I stepped up and found out that the hoop was actually a
cock ring. Carefully he fed my cock and balls (as I couldn't do it myself)
through the hoop until it was sitting snugly at the cock base, then
reaching again into his bag he produced a medium sized butt plug which had
a locking clip moulded into the base. Smearing a large dollop of lube over
the butt plug he bent me over again before slowly inserting the plug in one
smooth push, as it sank in my ring gripped the narrow neck holding it in
securely. Standing upright again I adjusted my stance to comfortably
accommodate the plug. The plug was then attached to the chain. This process
was repeated with the other guys; Marc, Ethan and Tang receiving medium
sized plugs; Callum, Glen and Oliver had small plugs (presumably because
they weren't so anally experienced, okay read that as stretched). The two
footballers (Ian and Matt) were very close to rebelling again but Dave
wasted no time in taking them in hand, I think they were so shocked that
any resistance was forgotten as the cock rings were attached and plugs
inserted. Within ten minutes we were arranged in line connected to the
chain by the cock rings and butt plugs, looking very much like a chain gang
of slaves which is exactly what we were!

With Dave in front we were led off stage and into the audience. Walking
took some concentration trying to match my pace with the other guys while
preventing my tackle being yanked off by the cock ring and keeping the plug
in, looking over my shoulder I could see the other guys were having to
concentrate just as hard. I think perhaps this was the intention as I could
see Tom and Adam grinning at our predicament. As we walked through the
audience I felt hands feel me up and heard the occasional yelp from one of
the guys as they were either pinched or slapped on the bum causing much
hilarity from the others. Eventually we reached the main doors and into the
chill night air. Thankfully it late and there were few people about as we
made our way across the campus and up to the staff room. Negotiating the
stairs was tricky but we were given no reprieve by Dave and nothing was
said until the whole group was safely inside the staff room.

CHAPTER 16 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY PRIVATE PARTY

Dave informed us that from now until tomorrow evening we were only allowed
to speak if spoken to by a member of staff that we had to follow any order
given to the letter and that any breaking of these rules would be painfully
punished. He asked us if we understood and we simply nodded. He also
pointed out that we would be able to leave the room as it would be kept
locked and that our clothes would be returned to us at the end of the 24
hours and not before. No harm or injury would come to us although our
boundaries would be reached and exceeded but this was of no matter to the
staff.

Without further ado he removed the hand cuffs and started to detach the
cock rings and butt plugs from the chain but as we had nowhere to go we
simply stood as a quiet group, obedient in our manner with the two
appliances still in place. He then informed us that we were all to be
cleaned out in the usual manner which would be administered by Adam and Tom
to ensure short cuts weren't taken. One by one we were led over to the wet
area where Tom removed the cock rings and butt plugs, placing them into the
dishwasher for sterilising later. Then Adam applied the douche to us until
we were cleaned out thoroughly. For Marc, Tang, Ethan and me this was
nothing new so we took it in out stride and automatically got into
position. Callum, Glen and Oliver however were new to this procedure but
having watched us undergo the treatment they quickly mastered it with a
little bit of guidance from Adam. However when it came to Ian and Matt he
had to work a lot harder. First of all they were a lot more reluctant to
undergo the cleaning out, they went to protest but a warning growl from
Dave soon changed their minds and they knelt down on all fours
scowling. When it came to inserting the metal douche plug Adam had great
difficulty, clearly they had never had anything up their arses other than
the small butt plugs inserted on stage. It soon became apparent they would
need stretching before the douche could be used. Turning to Ian he
instructed him to lay on his back and bring his knees up to his chest, then
he instructed me to hold them in position so that Ian was both unable to
move and resist what was coming next. Gently applying Crisco to Ian's hole
Adam slowly inserted one finger massaging his prostrate to make it
pleasurable for him and at the same time wearing his resistance down. When
it became apparent that Ian had relaxed sufficiently to take the one finger
with ease, Adam introduced a second finger however Ian clamped down for a
few minutes until his resistance was worn down and the two fingers were
able to again massage his prostate. By now Ian's cock was rock hard and
clearly wanted release but this wasn't going to happen just yet. Finally a
third finger slipped into the hole stretching it further than it had ever
been stretched before, when Ian had adjusted to the intrusion Adam was at
last able to insert the douche plug. While the plug was left inside I
released Ian's legs and he was able to assume the correct crouching
position. After completing the cleaning out Adam turned to Matt and said do
you want to take it like a man or repeat Ian's experience. Matt hesitated
for a minute, but without saying a word decided to assume the crouching
position and pulled his own cheeks apart as a sign of
submission. Acknowledging this Adam gently massaged the hole before
smoothly inserting the plug, it paused briefly at the widest point before
slipping inside with a quite groan from Matt. Then the cleaning out could
begin, the second and third insertions were easier.

With Matt finally cleaned out, we were escorted back to the main living
area where a large dining table had been set up, big enough to comfortably
accommodate the nine of us slaves as well as Dave, Adam, Tom, Peter and
Brenda. Walking over to the table we could see place names and were
instructed to stand behind the chairs which were currently pushed under the
table where our names were placed. Once we were all in position we pulled
the chairs out and immediately saw that these chairs had been specially
modified. Dave chuckled at our expressions and explained that these chairs
were to be used to prepare us for the party tomorrow. In the centre of each
seat standing erect was a soft rubber dildo (approximately six inches long
and one inch wide) secured firmly to the seat, he went on to explain that
throughout the course of the evening and tomorrow morning at regular
intervals the dildos would be replaced by ever larger ones until they were
as large as the ones that had been made especially for us by Peter. He
acknowledged that the four professionals were further down the road so
would reach the target with more ease so it was expected of us to help the
novice slaves to reach their potential. With the explanation over he
instructed us to grease the dildos up using the Crisco situated on a nearby
table.

Seeing the reticence on a few faces I took the lead by demonstrating the
best way to liberally apply the grease to the dildo and to my hole. I then
stepped round to the front of the chair, making sure that Glen, Ian, Matt
and Oliver were watching I positioned myself over the dildo and slowly
impaled myself on it until I was sitting firmly on the seat. To be honest I
was used to much larger objects up me so I took it easily but I wanted to
demonstrate the best method for taking it smoothly without causing pain or
injury. Following my lead Marc, Tang and Ethan greased up their dildos and
sat down on them in one smooth movement. We smiled encouragement at the
other guys who clearly were more reluctant but eventually they too had
greased up their own holes and dildos, taking more time and care they too
were eventually sitting down on the chairs. Well done commented Tom, next
time we expect you to comply with our instructions.

By the look on Ian and Matt's faces they were a little uncomfortable both
because of what they were sitting on and the situation they found
themselves in. Peter had observed this too, giving them permission to speak
freely he asked them why they looked so uncomfortable. Looking at one
another, hesitating slightly, Ian and Matt took it in turns to explain that
this was not what they'd been expecting and without being rude they were
totally straight and not happy with the possibility of being forced to have
sex with other men. Peter acknowledged their concerns, assured them that
the "team" were fully aware of all of the slaves sexual preferences and
that they would be carefully matched to the social club member's
requirements. He went on to explain that the stretching exercises they were
doing now had two functions, the first was to prevent possible injury from
the demands that would be placed on the hole and the second was introduce
the pleasures that could be experienced from them whether you are gay,
straight or bisexual. Turning to Brenda, Peter asked her to confirm how
many social club members were female. Smiling as reassuringly as possible
Brenda confirmed that approximately half the members were female with a
wide age range and sexual tastes. She would guarantee that it would be a
night to enjoy and remember and that every "slave" here would have had
their horizons expanded and experience enriched. Peter took over saying
that it was time to increase the dildo size, then we would be eating our
evening meal provided by one of the top restaurants in town (the owner and
head chef were members of the club too). Right has anyone got any questions
Peter asked, we shook our heads, fine he said, back to the slave roles no
speaking from now on unless instructed to do so. There was a rattling noise
behind us, turning round I saw Dave approach with a trolley holding several
metal boxes. Opening one box he started to take out nine dildos. They were
marginally bigger than the current ones we were sitting on, they were about
seven inches long and one and half inches wide. Dave motioned for us to
stand, having done so we were instructed to wipe the released dildos clean
and unscrew them from the chair seats. The new dildos were then screwed
into place and then greased up again. We old timers wasted no time sitting
down again; looking over to the others we smiled encouragement. Even though
for us it was only a small increase they were clearly finding it more
difficult but after some encouragement and practical advice from Dave they
too were sitting down again, with their holes stretched more than they had
ever experienced.

There was a knock on the staff room door before it opened and two guys
entered carrying serving trays stacked high with food containers. They
quietly and efficiently served up the meal and didn't appear to bat an
eyelid at our nakedness; having worked at the University for now seven
weeks and seen the extent of business networking I would not be surprised
if they had been here before. The meal was fabulous and for a few minutes I
could forget the fact that this wasn't the usual dinner party and a dildo
was fully buried in my rectum. The atmosphere around the table was good and
even Ian and Matt were looking more relaxed and seemed to be getting into
the spirit of the meal. After the main course was finished Dave indicated
that we slaves were to stand, give our holes a rest and clear the tables
ready for the deserts. With nine quiet plops we stood releasing the dildos
and did as instructed, while we were doing this Dave removed the used
dildos and replaced them with the next size up (eight inches long and two
inches wide) and very thoughtfully greased them up for us! He indicated
that we were to mount them, Ian and Matt were having more difficulty this
time, and no matter how much they tried they just couldn't relax
sufficiently to allow the intrusion. Dave thought about this then turning
to me and Ethan he suggested that we might like to provide them with a
distraction while their holes learnt to adjust to the lager dildos. I had
been waiting for this opportunity ever since the football match so I wasted
no time in walking over to Ian and got down on my knees. Looking slightly
alarmed Ian tried to stand up to resist what was about to happen, only to
find that he was unable to because Dave had placed his hands on his
shoulders and was gently pressing downwards so that he was unable to rise
from his straddling stance. Seeing this, I leant forward and took his
flaccid cock in my mouth and started to give the best blow job I could
muster. He moaned in response and started to gently thrust in and out of my
mouth as his cock hardened. As he did so Dave increased the pressure
downwards, slowly but surely Ian was sliding down the shaft, as if by
coincidence as his arse touched the seat his cock pulse a couple of times
and spewed forth several loads of jism straight down my throat. Only when
he'd stopped shooting did he realise that he was sitting down, wow he
exclaimed, that was the best diversion tactic he'd ever encountered! My
pleasure Sir! Looking over to Ethan he was having the same effect on
Matt. Standing up I walked over to my seat I sat down on my own dildo in
one smooth movement.

After dessert had been eaten Peter and Brenda outlined tomorrow's
timetable; in the morning we'd be cleaned out again before resuming the
stretching exercises; a light lunch will be eaten then we'd be helping to
set up the staff room for the private party before putting on our disguises
ready for the arrival of the guests.

With the meal over, Peter invited us to take a brief rest from the anal
stretching by clearing the table, washing up in the kitchen area and then
joining the staff in the wet area. Standing up we slowly released the
dildos and stretched our stiff muscles. I think we were all relieved to
have a respite from sitting down on the chairs for so long. Working
together we quickly cleared the table, transporting the dirty crockery to
the kitchen where we washed and dried it. Leaving it neatly stacked on a
nearby table we sauntered over to the wet area as instructed. Waiting for
us were Dave and Adam, who told us we'd have a shower and then our bodies
would be shaved smooth all over and than our holes would be inspected to
assess our progress. One by one we showered, washing thoroughly we stepped
out of the shower still wet before being wet shaved by Dave until we were
smooth all over, and I mean all over. Adam inspected Dave's handiwork
before getting us to bend over the couch and lubing up our holes. Having
been here many times before I was laid back about it all and smiled
encouragement to the other guys, I said there was nothing to it and just
trust Adam because he'd never hurt us or cause us any harm. Thank you Adam
agreed with me, all the time warming up my hole with his fingers and with
barely a pause he smoothly pushed his hand up inside me and continuing the
drive inwards until he reached the inner ring. Again he took his time
warming up that ring before pushing on through into my bowels until he was
inside up to his elbow. Seemingly satisfied he carefully withdrew his arm
and hand. Wiping his hand on a nearby towel he confirmed that I had
remained open as required and I would not be requiring further stretching
before tomorrow evening. Standing upright I stretched and thanked him for
this news; it was good to know that I was attaining and sustaining the
targets required. Looking over to the other guys I gave them a big thumbs
up and sat down on a nearby stool to watch the progress of the other
guys. I was pleased to see that Ethan, Tang and Marc retained the same
degree of elasticity as me. As Marc sat down next to me I complimented him
on how horny his ebony arse looked as it swallowed Adam's white hand and
how much I was looking forward to getting my own hand up there at the
weekend. Laughing gruffly he playfully punched me on the shoulder and
agreed he did have a hot arse and it was all mine for the taking! Turning
back to the show going on over by the couch the other guys were being
processed by Adam. Callum was next and having been warmed up managed to
take four of Adams fingers before reaching his limit. Standing up he looked
self-conscious, I wasn't sure the reason for this but we warmly welcomed
him back into the group and reassured him that he had done very well
considering he was new to this. Smiling bashfully, he too sat down and
watched the other guys. Oliver and Glen managed three fingers each; with
Ian and Matt managing two fingers but not quite three. Mmm, Adam commented,
he wasn't satisfied with the last four's progress, calling Dave over he
discussed this with him. After a couple of minutes Dave nodded and walked
over to a nearby cupboard and took out what looked like four black leather
shorts with poppers down the front along with four large butt plugs. At the
sight of these items Ian and Matt blanched and looked like they'd have shit
themselves if they had any left inside of them! Oblivious to their
expressions Adam indicated that Ian, Matt, Glen and Oliver were to join him
over by the couch, rest their chests on the couch and use their hands to
pull their cheeks apart. Lubing up their holes again Adam waited for Dave
to join him, by now Dave had screwed the butt plugs into the crutch of each
shorts and greased them up too. Dave instructed Matt to step into the legs
of the shorts and pulled them up until the tip of the plug was touching
Matt's ring. Then using all of his expertise he worked on Matt's hole,
after a few minutes Matt was sweating profusely and his face was flushed
but we could all see that the plug was making good progress on its journey
inside him. Without warning Adam slapped Matt's arse hard, the distraction
worked well because with one firm push the plug lodged inside his rectum
with his ring clamping tight round the neck. Dave then did up the poppers
preventing the plug from being ejected. He then repeated this procedure on
Ian, Glen and Oliver, before long all four were wearing the shorts with
plugs firmly implanted stretching their rings. Dave informed them that the
shorts would be worn for the next hour until they were fully accustomed to
the plugs and then a larger plug would replace the current one and that
would stay in place overnight.

For the next hour we sat down with drinks and a light supper which Brenda
rustled up for us and made small talk, principally about the events of the
previous few days. Before long the hour was up and Dave asked Marc and
myself to help them change over the butt plugs. Turning to Matt Dave told
him to undo the poppers on his shorts, then pull them down until they were
hanging from the plug, lie on the floor on his back and bring his knees up
to his chest. Then instructing Marc to hold his feet still Dave gripped the
plug and gently tugged on it. After some resistance it plopped free leaving
an open hole behind. Before Matt's hole had time to close up again Dave had
detached the plug from the shorts and attached the new considerably bigger
one. Then in one swift smooth push the new plug was inserted bringing a
groan and slight whimper from Matt. Telling him to stand up Dave pulled up
the shorts and did the poppers up again while Matt leant on Marc for
support. Having been dismissed Matt walked with some difficulty to a nearby
chair and gingerly sat own. Gesturing Ian over to him Dave removed his
shorts while he was still standing and indicated that he was to remain on
his feet but assume a squatting position. Removing the plug was simpler
because he gripped hold of the base and then made Ian stand upright; the
action pulled the plug out in one quick movement bringing a sharp hiss of
breath intake from Ian. Inserting the new plug was the reverse process with
Ian using his weight to force the plug up inside bringing a bead of sweat
to his forehead. As he did up the poppers Dave asked Glen and Oliver which
method they would prefer to use. Both indicated that they would do the same
as Ian as it seemed quicker and more dignified, right o replied Dave, let's
get it done then. Five minutes later they too had been fitted with their
new plugs and were trying to get used to the intrusions. Peter clapped his
hands to get our attention, announcing that it was time to call it a day as
tomorrow was going to be a long and tiring day for us. After a quick piss
we were lead over to the sleeping area where nine beds were arranged in a
row. Before turning the lights off Peter warned the four guys not to remove
the shorts or plugs as we would be monitored throughout the night and any
attempts would countered severely. Taking heed we climbed into our beds, I
must have been exhausted because I heard Marc saying something to me but it
seemed so distant and before I knew it I was waking up to the sound of Adam
clapping his hands to wake us up informing us breakfast would be served as
soon as we'd been cleaned out.

Strolling over to the wet area we let Ian, Matt, Glen and Oliver go first
so that they could be released from their shorts and plugs. Once we'd
showered, shaved and been cleaned out we enjoyed a large full breakfast
before starting the stretching exercises again.

Ian, Matt, Glen, Oliver and Callum were arranged in a row on hands and
knees, behind them sat Dave, Adam, Tom, Peter and Brenda. Their holes were
liberally greased up with Crisco and the next hour was spent stretching
them until all five were able to accommodate a fist up to the elbow. As the
fists were removed we applauded the guys for their achievement, I'm not
sure if they were pleased or not, their expressions were inscrutable. Dave
carefully wiped them clean before allowing them to stand up and stretch
their stiff muscles. Then until lunchtime under close supervision we spring
cleaned the staff room before clearing the sleeping area and office area of
all furniture to make way for a dance floor. The lounge area was rearranged
to create a smaller rest area, then Dave with our help brought out of
storage what initially looked like gym equipment along with nine
podiums. It quickly became apparent that the gym equipment was actually a
number of sling supports and gynaecology examination couches. These items
of equipment were arranged along two opposite sides of the dance floor at
regular intervals and at one of the other ends the nine podiums were lined
up creating a barrier between the rest area and the dance floor. Next job
was to set up the refreshment area, then finally we were done, we were
famished!

Brenda and Tom had laid up a light lunch, urging us to eat as much as we
could because we would be needing a reserve of energy for later. For the
next hour we chatted and consumed as if there was no tomorrow. After the
meal was over and the table was cleared, it was time for another cleanout
and full body shave. By the time we'd finished the dining table was covered
in boxes of body paints, oh I've seen these before I thought! Sure enough,
one by one the nine of us slaves were painted from head to toe in various
stone designs. I was painted as grey granite with white marbling; looking
in the mirror I was damned impressed I appeared to be a moving statue! It
took a total of three hours for all us slaves to be painted and at the end
we were instructed not to sit down or touch anything until the paint had
fully dried. During this time the finishing touches to the room and
decorations had been made and we were just about ready for the guests that
were due to arrive in the next half an hour. Brenda indicated that it was
time for us to climb up onto the podiums and assume our statuesque poses,
no sooner had we done so than the first guests started to arrive. For the
first hour things were pretty mundane as the room slowly filled up with
guests, drinks and nibbles were served and consumed. As the last guests
arrived the doors were locked, this seemed to act as a catalyst and as if
by an unspoken agreement people took it in turns to walk over to the
cloakroom and remove their clothing returning to the dance floor stark
naked (both men and women) and started to pay attention to us slaves. One
by one we were selected by the guests and led over to the awaiting
equipment, I tried to look for the other slaves to see who they'd been
selected by but was unable to as I suddenly had my vision blocked by a
crotch and an erect cock was forcibly fed down my throat. Concentrating on
not gagging I became aware of a second cock that had already passed my
outer gates and was proceeding up the drive. For the next hour or so a
constant stream of cocks invaded my mouth and anus, I must have swallowed a
pint of spunk at both ends! Then the buzzing atmosphere in the room changed
and the activities slowly changed.... As the last cock left my hole it was
replaced by a fist, having been fucked for so long and so hard my ring had
lost all resistance and the fist easily slid inside and passed just as
easily through the second ring. All that jism must be acting as a
lubricant. Then for the next half an hour one fist after another made its
way into my bowels, sometimes it was one fist other times it was two.
Sometimes it stopped at the wrist, more often it went in up to the elbow
and once I am sure I felt a shoulder touch my hole. To be honest I was so
spaced out by then I didn't have a clue what was going on and I must have
fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was waking up to the sound of
furniture being moved and lots of laughing from Adam and Tom.

Groggily sitting up I asked what time was it, 3am came the reply. Jeez that
was one hell of a party I exclaimed! Sure was! I was led over to the shower
area and was gently washed inside and out by Dave before being led over to
the sleeping area. Already asleep were Marc, Ethan, Matt and Ian. Obviously
Tang, Glen, Oliver and Callum were still occupying the slings and tables.
Dave saw my concerned expression and reassured that they would be taken
care of shortly, not to worry about it and have a good night's sleep.

CHAPTER 17 -- END OF CONTRACT



When I woke up late the following morning, most of the guys were still
asleep, looking at the bottom of my bed I could see that my clothes had
been returned to me and as I slowly dressed my aching body I found it a
strange sensation being clothed again. Within half an hour we were all sat
round the large dining table eating a hearty breakfast with Peter thanking
us for the wonderful performance we had put on last night for our guests.
We had been praised highly by them, making me at least grin from ear to
ear!

Now guys, Peter continued, I am sure that you are aware that your contracts
have come to an end with the successful completion of the last seven weeks
hard work. I therefore have great pleasure in presenting you with your last
cash pay packet bringing the total cash paid to you to £8,400 -- The five
non-professionals looked stunned at this news, it began to dawn on them why
we had been so compliant in all of our experiences..... Now Jo, Marc, Ethan
and Tang would you like to sign up to a new contract making you permanent
members of staff? The duties, terms and conditions will remain as before
but you will receive £1,100 cash each week subject to annual increases.
After only a slight hesitation all four of us said yes please and signed on
the dotted line. Recovering their composure Callum and Oliver asked to be
considered as potential applicants when a vacancy arises. Ian, Matt and
Glen agreed that they'd had a mind blowing experience but would prefer to
keep their day jobs but would definitely be interested in being invited
back to make guest appearances. This was a turn up for the books, I thought
to myself, I thought they were straight!



I very much hope you have enjoyed my story and I would welcome any
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