Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 07:10:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Mead <timmead88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dr. Tim and the Boys, ch. 6

Dr. Tim and the Boys

The following story is fiction.  It involves sexually-
explicit erotic events between males.  If you are offended
by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it
is not allowed, don't read it.  In the world of this story,
the characters don't always use condoms.  In the real world,
everyone should practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to
other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

I want to thank Evan, Patrick, Ash, and Tom W. for steadfast
encouragement and lots of helpful ideas as I worked on this
chapter.   I also want t thank all you guys who have written
to me about the story.  Since chapters 13, 14, and 15 are in
the works, it's too late for story-line suggestions, but I'd
love to hear from you. As always, my special thanks to Tom
for the editorial help.  - Tim

timmead88@Yahoo.com
Chapter 6:  Good Therapy, Bitter Medicine

About a week after Tim was confronted by the masked students
in his office, Cedric stopped by after their lit class.  As
usual, he closed and locked the door.

"I hope people don't notice that you do that every time you
come in here," Tim said.

"Relax, boss," Cedric said, lacing his fingers behind the
smaller man's head and pulling it against his chest.  "I
checked.  No one's around."  They stood like that for a
couple of minutes, slowly rocking together.  Sounds from
people passing up and down the hallway filtered in, but it
was otherwise quiet in the office.

Then, to Tim's disappointment, Ced pushed his lover away to
arm's length.  "I came by to tell you that I have those
papers done.  I just want to proof them one more time.  My
prof's a bitch about errors."

Tim smiled.  "I know there's some hurry here, but I WOULD
rather have you take your time and edit both papers
carefully."

"I HAVE, man.  I just said I wanted to do it one last time."

"Ced, I do need to work a while to get ready for this
evening's class.  We're both a little behind, you know.  You
can just drop the papers off here.  I plan to be in all
afternoon."

"No, lover, you're not.  You have to get caught up quick!
I'm going to be at your place at 1:30, and you better be
there."

Frowning, Tim asked, "And just why is that, Mr. Jones?"

Instead of answering, Ced grabbed his package, bounced it a
couple of times, and asked, "Haven't you forgotten
something, professor?"

Puzzlement turned to realization as Tim said, "Oh.  You mean
. . . today's the day?"  By this time he was smiling up at
the younger man.

"Yassuh!  Today be de day!"

"Twit!  I've TOLD you not to do that.  It makes me squirm to
hear you do that minstrel show dialect."

"I'll make you squirm, hot stuff.  Look, it's like this.
You know Black folk can use the word "nigger" but White folk
can't?  Well, nobody else better talk to me like that, but
that doesn't mean I can't use it jokingly once in a while
with my friends.  And my lover."

"OK, big boy, if you must.  Now, if I've got to get ready
for tonight and be home by 1:30, I've got to get busy."

Ced unlocked and opened the door.  He started to leave, then
turned back.  "Oh, Tim."

"Yeah?"

Giving his most twinkly look he said, "You're gonna love
it!"  With that he was gone, leaving the door open..

Adjusting his hard, leaking dick as he did so, Tim sat at
his desk and tried to prepare for the evening's class, but
his thoughts were on the last glimpse he had of Cedric's ass
as the younger man stepped into the hallway..


                   *          *          *

When Tim got back to the apartment, he changed into a t-
shirt and cargo shorts.  He took off his glasses and put in
his contacts.  Padding into the kitchen in his bare feet, he
fixed a salad, reminding himself that he needed to pay more
attention to eating healthful foods.

As he washed his dishes and tidied up the kitchen, Tim was
thinking about what was going to happen.  This was a
significant moment in his life.  He could always tell
himself that what Trey did the previous weekend was
tantamount to rape.  He knew that there was a prevalent
ethos among men which said you could stick your penis
wherever you wanted, and that was OK.  But if you let
someone stick it in you, then you were gay.  But he had
invited Ced to fuck him.  Here was his Rubicon.  He might
back out now and persuade himself that this had been a mad
interlude brought on by the things that were done to him by
Trey, Chaz, and Mark.  He hadn't yet brought himself to say
anything to Amy, either.  So, yeah, he could call it all
off.

`I COULD call it all off,' he thought.  `But I don't want
to.  I'm sorry about Amy, and I'll have to find a way to
tell her the engagement's off.  I don't have to tell her
why, just that I've found someone else.  Shit, she'll find
out eventually, I suppose.  But no one, certainly not Amy,
has made me feel emotionally or physically the way Ced does.
He's the one I want in my life.  It seems impossible that I
should feel as strongly about him as I do, but there it is.
I want him to fuck me, to claim me as his, just as I've
already claimed him.  I've already begun to worry about what
happens this summer.  I don't even know what his summer
plans are.'

At 1:25 Cedric tapped lightly on the door, came in without
waiting, grabbed Tim, put both hands on his ass, and lifted
him into a kiss.

When they broke, Tim said, "Whooo, you don't fool around, do
you stud?"

"Not when there's lovin' to be done!  Here.  Take these," he
said, offering Tim the papers he'd promised to deliver. "How
soon can you read them?"

"Depends on what happens this afternoon.  But I promise that
I'll get to them after my class tonight.  I won't go to bed
until I've read them."  He put Ced's two essays on the
kitchen table.

"Fantastic," Ced exclaimed, smiling.  "Now, let's get down
to business."

"I thought bringing me those essays WAS your business.  Is
there something else?" Tim asked, a broad grin on his face.

Pulling his polo shirt over his head, Ced replied, "Little
man, you have no idea! Now come on into the bedroom."  He
took Tim's hand and led the way.

"Now, honey, get out of your clothes.  We're going to take a
shower."

"Do I smell?" Tim asked.  "I took a shower this morning."

"Sometimes, professor, you need to get with the program.  Of
course you don't smell.  This shower's for fun!"

"You're going to do me in the shower?"

"I hadn't even thought of that," Ced responded, waggling his
eyebrows, "but it's a possibility."

Tim dropped his Jeans, his cock already tumescent.

Cedric sat on the edge of the bed to take off his sneakers
and socks.  Then he stood and dropped his shorts.  Like Tim,
he had been freeballing.  His arousal was also signaled by
the state of his cock.  Tim loved the fact that it was
several shades darker than the rest of Ced's skin.

"Wait just a minute, studly," Tim said.  Like Nick when
Daisy first visited his house, he had thought of the state
of his towels.  He went to the linen closet and pulled out
an armload of bath towels, which he took into the bathroom,
dropping them on the floor.  He removed the used towels from
their rods and put them in a hamper.  "Now," he said, "let's
get wet."

Tim turned on the water, waiting until it warmed up, then
adjusting it for temperature.  The shower was over the
bathtub, so they couldn't both be under the head at the same
time.  There was plenty of room for both of them to stand in
the tub, however, and both promptly stepped in.

Cedric gently moved Tim under the shower head, getting him
wet all over. Then he reversed their positions, so that Tim
was not directly under the stream of water.  Getting his
hands as soapy as he could, he began to rub Tim's shoulders.
He noticed that the word "COCKSUCKER" in large letters
across Tim's chest was beginning to fade a little.  Working
slowly, he soaped up each arm, then back to the shoulders.
He worked his way around each pec, down the ribcage and
stomach, sticking a finger in Tim's navel just long enough
to make him laugh.  Turning Tim around, Ced soaped his way
down Tim's back, all the way to his tight little buttocks.
Again, he noticed with relief that the words above Tim's
butt were fading, too.

`Those guys DO need to pay for this,' he thought.

He took the soap again, saying to Tim as he did so, "Now,
babe, just lean over a little for me."

Looking over his shoulder, Tim asked, "You aren't really
going to do me here, are you?"

"One of these days, fer sher!  But that's not on today's
menu.  So just bend over." Cedric used one big hand to
spread Tim's cheeks, the other to thoroughly soap his crack.
Letting go for a moment to soap up his middle finger, he
then began to tickle Tim's rosebud with the tip of it.

Laughing, Tim asked, "What ARE you doing?"

"Relax.  This is all in the name of good hygiene."  With
that, he began to insert the finger slowly.

Tim grunted, then leaned forward so he could put his hands
flat against the wall at the end of the tub.  "It never
feels that good when I do it," he purred.

"Sweetheart, you ain't felt nothin' yet.  This is just to
get you all nice and clean inside."

"Makes sense.  But your tool is longer than your finger."

"It's not my tool I'm thinkin' about, babe.  Now, just relax
and enjoy."

Tim "enjoyed" as Cedric wiggled his finger around, stroking
Tim's nut occasionally in the process, causing him to moan
appreciatively.

When Cedric removed the finger and washed it off, Tim said
"Awwww!"

"The best is yet to come, Timmy."  He then carefully and
lovingly washed Tim's cock and balls, with the expected
result.  Junior, who had been half hard through the bathing
process, became completely hard.  Running his hand over the
place where Tim's pubes should have been, he commented,
"Hmm.  Growin' some stubble there, li'l stud.  Soon you'll
be able to shower at the gym again."  Then he began gently
stroking Tim's hard cock with his soapy hand.

"Better lay off, big guy.  The afternoon is young, and I
don't want to come yet."

"OK, OK.  Just let me do your legs, and then you can wash
me."  He carefully washed each of Tim's legs, spending a
little extra time in the crotch area.

They switched positions.  Cedric, who had been closer to the
shower spray than Tim, was already thoroughly wet.  Tim
remembered what Cedric had done and repeated his actions
perfectly.  When he went so far as to stick his soapy finger
up the younger man's ass, Cedric said, "Honey, I don't think
you've figured out yet just what I've got in mind for you,
but you can stick your finger up there ANYTIME  you  want!"

Cedric's cock had been standing at attention throughout the
shower.  When Tim began to run one soapy hand up and down
the shaft while he massaged Ced's big balls with the other,
the recipient of all the attention moaned.  "Oh, Tim.  I see
what you mean.  You'd better quit, man.  I've been saving up
for what's yet to come."

They rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, and gently,
lovingly, dried each other off.

Back in the bedroom, Cedric asked Tim to lie face down on
the bed.

"Ced, I'd really like to look at you while we're doing
this."

"Just do as you're told, boy," Ced growled.

It crossed Tim's mind briefly that he really was at the
bigger man's mercy.  But he also knew that he had nothing to
fear from Cedric, so he lay face down on the bed.

"Spread your legs a little, so I can get in there."

"But . . . "

"Ssshhhh!"

Tim spread his legs and waited.  He presumed Cedric would
reach in the bedside table drawer and get the lube.  That
didn't happen.

Cedric grabbed his cheeks and separated them.  His breath on
Tim's anus made the smaller man jump.

"Ced, what are you doooiiiiinnng?" he exclaimed as he felt
Cedric's tongue on his rosebud.

Cedric merely growled, which made Tim jump again, but which
also served to let Tim know that he was to shut up and enjoy
what was happening.

Squelching thoughts that it must be nasty for Cedric, Tim
relaxed and gave way to the sensations of having his hole
tongued.  Gripping the pillow with both hands, he didn't
know whether to laugh or scream, so he did a little of both
- into the pillow.  (His neighbors knew he lived alone.  He
certainly wouldn't want them to know he was having sex in
the middle of the afternoon.)

Cedric chuckled at Tim's reaction, and the chuckling merely
intensified the sensations Tim was having.  He pulled back
to lick Tim's cheeks, his crack, his "taint," as Tim writhed
and moaned.  Then he returned to Tim's hole, this time
inserting the tip of his tongue.

"Ohmygod!" Tim exclaimed. "That's got to be disgusting, but
it feels SO GOOD!"

"Not nasty, lover.  Yummy.  I cleaned you out good,
remember?"

"Sheesh," was all the professor could think to say.

Awash in a sea of unanticipated sensations, Tim moaned and
wiggled and blissfully enjoyed.  Cedric's tongue explored
deeper and deeper.

Eventually Cedric stopped what he was doing.  "OK, lover.  I
think that's got you wet enough you won't need lube."

"Lube, what's lube?" Tim asked.

"Now, babe, this may hurt a bit.  `Sneaky' is a little
bigger than Trey's tool."

"'Sneaky'?"

"Yeah, Sneaky the Snake.  He's always popping up and getting
me in trouble."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but he's not as big around
Trey's dick. I am going to LOVE Sneaky."

"You better!"

All this time, Tim had been on his stomach.  Rolling over on
his back, he saw Cedric, cock rampant, smiling at him.  "Do
me, babe," Tim pleaded.

Cedric reached into the drawer, pulled out the lube, and
began to slick up his cock.  "I've got you so wet we
probably won't need this," he said, "but I don't want to
take any chances.  Don't want to hurt my daddy boy."

He knelt on the bed, grabbed Tim's legs, and pulled the
smaller man toward him.  He put Tim's legs on his shoulders
and the tip of his cock against Tim's hole.  Tim wished he
could will his hole to open up for his lover, but it didn't.
All it took was a slight push from Cedric, however, and the
head popped in.  Ced's tongue work had obviously loosened
everything up nicely.

"Oooof!" Tim said.

"That hurt?"

"Only a little.  Wait just a minute till I get used to it."
Tim reached up and began to rub Cedric's nipples.  After a
moment, he said, "Now, Ced, give me some more."

"You tell me if it hurts, OK?"

"Slowly."

Cedric entered Tim so gently that Tim didn't realize he was
full until he felt Cedric's scratchy pubes against his ass
cheeks.  Tim took a deep breath, looked into Cedric's eyes,
and said "I love you.  So fuck me!"

Cedric began slowly at first, tantalizingly slowly.  Tim
bucked his hips to get his partner to go faster.  Finally
they set up a rhythm that both liked, and both were grunting
and groaning with pleasure.  Cedric looked down and noticed
that Tim's eyes were closed and worried that his lover had
passed out.  But then he realized that Tim was alternately
tightening and loosening his sphincter as Sneaky pumped in
and out.

"Hey, try that thing I did to you," Tim said.  Cedric
smiled, nodded, and began to rotate his hips.

"OOOOH!  No wonder Amy likes that so much!"

"Who?" Cedric growled.

"Sorry," Tim said between grunts.  "Shouldn't have said
that."

The pumping continued, punctuated by occasional bouts of
Cedric's swiveling his hips.  Tim was on the greatest high
he'd ever had.  This was better even than Cedric's rim job!

Cedric noticed that Tim's eyes had a glassy, unfocused look,
and he smiled, knowing that he'd brought his lover to his
bliss.  He reached down and rubbed his hand through the
puddle of pre-cum that had collected on Tim's belly.  Then
he took Tim's cock in his wet hand and began to stroke it as
he slowly pumped in and out of Tim's chute.

Tim's eyes opened wide.  After about three simultaneous
pumps and strokes, he arched his back and shot cum all over
himself, from his chin to his belly.  That was all Cedric
needed, and he exploded inside his lover.  Taking Tim's legs
off his shoulders and putting them down on the bed, he
collapsed on top of his spent partner.

They lay like that for a few minutes, catching their breath,
coming down from the high.  "That was amazing!" Tim said.

"You liked that, did you?"

"I could feel it coming up through your cock.  And then, I
swear, it was hot when it erupted into me.  I could really
feel it."  He licked, then kissed the side of Cedric's neck.

"I've read about simultaneous orgasms.  I think we just did
it."

"Near enough, Ced, near enough.  Hey, you must read some
strange stuff."

"Well, professor, it will be my pleasure to introduce you to
the wonderful world of `Nifty.'"

"Nifty?"

"Later, babe." Cedric said, wiggling so as to smear around
the cum on Tim's body.  "You're a regular cum factory."

"It took you to stimulate all that, you know."

"Don't you think we'd better have another shower?"

"MMMMMM!  Sounds good!  But this one had better be quicker
than the last one.  We still have something to talk about."

"If you say so," Cedric replied.


                   *          *          *


Showered and dressed once more, the two sat together on the
sofa in the living room.  Cedric had his arm around Tim's
shoulders as he read "Icy's Revenge."

"That's pretty revealing.  And it sounds just like Trey.  I
wish he had told me a long time ago that he's gay.  Or bi.
Or whatever he is.  I didn't even know how he felt about you
until after that class, when we talked."

"Well, babe, I'm sure you can help him with whatever new
feelings he's discovering.  Just as I know you're going to
help me.  Trey's known about his gay side longer than I
have, after all."

"Jawohl," Cedric replied.  "Herr Doktor Jones der
psychiatrist  vill take care uf you bote."

Laughing, Tim said, "You better watch how you `take care' of
Trey!  But that brings me to the other thing we need to talk
about."

"Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Prof."

 "A little payback, maybe," Tim said.

"What's in that `icy' mind of yours?"

"I've heard from your buddy Chaz, who's commanded me to be
at their place at 7:00 tomorrow evening.  I assume he and
Trey still don't know I have the disk."

"I haven't told them, and I asked Mark not to ."

"Good.  I'll show up as ordered.  But I need you and Mark to
be there, too.  Be sure to tell Mark there will be no FORCED
sex.  But this won't work unless Trey is willing.  I think,
after reading 'Icy's Revenge,' that he'll go along. Here's
what I want you to do."

After hearing Tim's plan, Cedric laughed and said, "I think
Trey will be tickled to death about that.  But I'm not sure
how I feel.  Should I be jealous?"

"No, I love YOU.  I think Trey and I are going to become
good friends.  I hope I'll get to be good friends with all
three of your buddies."

"My `brothers.'"

"OK.  I think Trey won't mind too much getting a taste of
his own medicine, so to speak.  And he WAS gentle with me,
as I will be with him.  I assume this will be his first
time."

"Oh, I imagine so.  I think last Saturday night was his
first gay experience of any kind, and he was doing you, my
poor baby."  He put his hand on Tim's face.

Tim put his hand on Cedric's.  "It wasn't so bad, you know.
It was just good enough to make me realize a day or two
later that I wanted you to do it to me."

Reassured, Cedric said, "So, we all show up at Trey and
Chaz's place tomorrow night at 7:00?"

"Can you  bring a marker that looks like the one they used
on me but that washes off?"

"You old softie!  That'll be no prob," Cedric said,
chuckling.

"Well then, stud, we both have things to do.  See you in
class tomorrow and then again tomorrow evening."

"And maybe in your office tomorrow afternoon for a little
quick lovin'?"

"I'll be there until about 3:00."

"Right.  See ya, ya hot little fuck."  With that, he was out
the door.


                   *          *          *


                            MARK:


First, I want to say that I would never have gone along with
this if it was what it appeared to be.  Ced told me,
however, that Tim specifically wanted me to know there would
be no forced sex.  Ced also told me that he had talked with
Trey, who was willing to go along.  And part of it, as I'm
about to explain, he was looking forward to.  So, Ced had
coached Trey and me in our roles for the evening.

But there's something else, too.  My Pops and Ced are both
gay.  I'm OK with that.  Dad always said what people do in
their bedrooms is no one else's business.  I guess I never
wanted to think much about what gay guys do together.  I
KNEW, I just didn't want to think about it.  Now, I'm about
to describe a scene I watched where one of my best friends
was ass-fucked by my very best friend's new lover.  As they
say, "how weird is that!"  So it just goes to show what a
guy will do for friendship, I suppose.

A few minutes before seven on Friday, Tim came by our
apartment, and we all walked down the hall to the other
guys' place.

Trey winked at us when he opened the door.  "Look, Chaz," he
said, "Tim's brought an audience."

Chaz put his Heineken's on the table beside the sofa, stood
up, and said to my roomie and me, "Well, we didn't expect
you guys.  But the more the merrier."  Then, leering, he
said, "Looks like you're going to get a real workout
tonight, Timmy boy."

"And what makes you think that, Chaz?" Tim asked with a
straight face.

"Because, you're our sex slave now, professor.  You're here,
so you obviously remember that disk we've got.  And while we
have the disk, you do what we want.  I thought you
understood that when you left here last time."

"Oh, I got the message," Tim said, smiling now.  "But I also
got the disk."

By this time, Trey, playing his part to perfection, had
walked over and stood by Chaz, facing the rest of us.

"YOU have the disk?" Trey said, managing to look surprised.

Chaz asked, "How'd that happen?"

I looked at Tim.  He nodded.

"Simple, Chaz," I said.  "When I found out what you guys
were going to do to Dr. er, Tim Saturday night, I wanted no
part of it.  That's why I stayed home.  I wish now I had
tried to stop you.  But at least I wasn't going to be
involved.  When Ced got back late Saturday, I told him what
had happened and gave him the disk with the pix on it."

"Oh, sheeeit, Mark," Chaz almost whined.

"And, my brothers," Ced added, "I gave the disk to Tim the
next morning."

"So, gentlemen," Tim added, "I don't think the evening's
going to turn out quite as you two expected."

"What do you mean?" Trey asked, looking nervous.  Despite
his being in on the plan, he could have been nervous.  His
eyes were partly closed, so he was looking at us through
slits, like a cat.

Chaz hadn't said anything, but he was beginning to look
concerned, too.  "OK," he said.  "You win, so why don't you
all just go and celebrate or something?  Mark, I don't know
about you, man."

"No," Tim said, "I don't think so."

"Sorry, Charles," Cedric added, grinning, "that's not the
way it's gonna be."

"Well what, then?" Chaz blustered.

"It's payback time," Tim said.  "Think back to the events of
last Saturday night and be prepared for a reenactment, with
yourselves on the other end."

Trey's eyes lit up momentarily, opening wide now, but I
think I'm the only one who noticed.  He didn't say anything.

"No way, man, are you gonna make me do that!" Chaz
exclaimed, still full of bluster.

"You might want to reconsider that, Chaz," I said.  "Think
about it.  Tim has the disk.  He, Ced, and I are willing to
take the disk to the dean and tell him about the whole
thing.  It will be embarrassing for the professor, and I may
get in some trouble.  But it won't be anything like the
trouble you two will be in.  Think about it."

Trey turned to look up at Chaz.  "Buddy, I think they have
us by the balls.  I guess we have to do what they want."

Chaz wasn't convinced.  "Why should the dean believe you?"

"Because," Ced explained, "there are three of us.  Tim's a
professor.  And I wasn't involved in it at all, so I'm an
impartial third party."

"Hell, Ced, we know you're not exactly impartial where the
little professor is involved."

Putting his arm around Tim's shoulders, Ced replied, "Yes,
but the dean won't know that.  I think you guys had just
better give up."

"I don't know," Chaz said.  "I don't like this."

"Well, duh!" I said.  "You're not supposed to like it.
You're supposed to think about how you made Tim feel last
week."

After some more grumbling, Chaz grabbed his forgotten beer,
took a long pull, and asked nervously, "Then what happens
next?"

He was about to find out.

Ced wants me to put in lots of details about what happened.
But I'm telling about this, and I'm going to do it my way.

"First," Tim said, "there's the matter of body hair.  You
two have to lose yours."

I don't think Ced had told Trey about that part because Trey
looked as unhappy as Chaz with the news.

"Yeah, guys," Ced added, "we're going, as somebody said, to
`let the punishment fit the crime'."

"W. S. Gilbert," Tim added almost automatically.

"So," Ced continued, ignoring Tim's correction, "since you
two are so good with a razor, why don't you take your
clothes off and go into the bathroom?"

Cedric led them into Trey's bedroom, Chaz following along,
grumbling.

Trey started to follow him.  Then he turned back to us and
mouthed, "Me, too?"  Ced nodded, giving him a wicked smile.

The culprits went into the bedroom, where Ced made them take
their clothes off  as Tim watched.  I stayed in the hall.

The bathrooms in our apartments are pretty large, but there
was no way all five of us were going to get in there.  Ced
went in with Chaz and Trey.  Tim stood in the doorway, and I
watched over his shoulder.

"OK, Chaz," Cedric said, "it's time to let Trey know what it
feels like to lose that nice happy trail and those blond
pubes.  Grab the stuff and get to work."

Chaz, who by this time had quit muttering, took a can of
shave foam and applied it to Trey's pits, chest, abs, belly,
and pubes.  Then he began to scrape it off.  Trey giggled as
his pits were being done and said, "Hey, that tickles."

When it was all gone, Chaz made Trey turn around.  Trey's
ass is (or was) lightly covered with blond hair.  Chaz took
it all off, even going into Trey's crack.  When he had
finished, Ced handed Chaz a towel.  Chaz said, "He can do
that himself."

It was Tim who spoke.  "No, Chaz, I think you should do
that.  Finish the job."

So Chaz wiped the remainder of the shaving foam from Trey's
body.  I was surprised how gently he did it.

Trey stood there looking like a kid.  I mean the guy is as
big as I am, or at least as tall.  But with his blond
coloring and shaved pubes, he looked like an over-grown
twelve-year-old.  I don't know how he was going to explain
that after tennis practice.

"OK guys," Cedric said, "You know what comes next.  Trey,
you make Chaz look just as adorable as you do."

"Aw, man, does he HAVE to," Chaz whined.

"Yup, bro, that's the way it's got to be."

Shaving Chaz was a bit of a project.  First of all, he's so
damned big.  Second, he has more hair than any of the rest
of us.  His chest is (was) fairly hairy, and he had a
pronounced trail down and around his navel to his thick
brown pubes.  Trey worked carefully around Chaz's nips and
down his front, going carefully into the dips in Chaz's abs.
I hoped the drain wouldn't clog from the amount of hair Trey
was rinsing down the sink.

Chaz watched in the mirror, grimacing frequently.  It was
really bothering him to lose his hair.

After the pubes were gone, Trey looked at Ced and Tim.
"There's a lot of hair in his crotch and some on his balls.
How much of that do you want me to take off?"

"I think you can stop there.  Don't want to cut his balls,"
Tim said.  "But you can turn him around and work on the
other side."

Chaz obediently but sullenly turned around.  He had a lot of
hair on his asscheeks, which Trey shaved off, along with the
hair in his crack.  As he did this Chaz was surveying the
damage to his front in the mirror.

"Man, I'm dead.  I can't let anybody see me like this!"

"Hey, Big Guy," I said, "did you think about that when you
were shaving Tim last week?"

"Well, no, but . . ."

"But what? " Tim asked.

"Oh, nothing," Chaz replied.

I wondered what he could possibly have said to excuse what
he had done, but I didn't say anything.

Trey carefully and very thoroughly wiped the excess lather
off his roomie.  And there they stood, a couple of plucked
chickens.  Or a chicken and a turkey.

"Now, Ced," Tim asked, "did you bring the marker?"

Ced produced a magic marker.

"Ok, Chaz," Tim said, "I want you to write on Trey exactly
what you wrote on me."

"Shit," Trey exclaimed, "does he HAVE to do that?"

"Why not, buddy?" Ced asked.  "You guys did it to Tim."

Chaz took the marker and wrote COCKSUCKER in large caps
across Trey's chest.  Then Trey turned around, and Chaz
wrote FUCK HERE just above Trey's ass crack, with an arrow
pointing down.

"Your turn, Chaz," Tim said.  "Give Trey the marker,
please."

Chaz handed Trey the marker.

"Now, Trey, I want you to think back to all the things Chaz
called me last Saturday in this apartment.  Select a couple
of those epithets and write them in the same places on
Chaz."

"Oh, jeez!" Chaz said, wincing.

Trey thought a moment.  Then I think his eyes lighted up as
he wrote "SEX SLAVE" across Chaz's chest and "PUSSYBOY"
above his butt.

"Ok, Dr. Mead," Chaz said, "you've got your payback.  Are we
square now?"

"Not quite, Chaz.  Do you remember what happened next last
week?"

"You're not going to . . ." Chaz said, looking - scared, I
guess.

"Yes.  But you wouldn't . . .?"

"Have you ever had someone shove his dick up your ass,
Chaz?" Tim asked.

"No."

"Well, neither had I."

"But I'm not the one who did that," Chaz said, now with a
look of fear in his eyes.

"No, but you would have.  And you said you were going to.
And you suggested that any of your friends who wanted to
would be allowed to.  So maybe you should see how it feels
to live under the threat of that."

Chaz seemed to be thinking that over.

"So," Cedric chimed in, "we'll begin with our buddy Trey."

Trey did a good job of looking scared.  "Oh, fuck," he said.

Ced grinned.  "That's the general idea, Tiger!"

"Why don't we do this in the living room, where there'll be
plenty of space?" Tim suggested.

He led the way, with Trey following.  After him went Ced and
then Chaz.  I brought up the rear.

OK.  Now I have to say all this.  Yes, I was in this that
apartment last Friday night.  I took pictures after we gave
Tim the Viagra and the other stuff.  I watched and clicked
away as we made him strip, do foolish things like getting a
carrot stuck up his ass, and eventually jerking off with
that carrot still there.

I'm ashamed I did that.  But I had never before watched two
guys have sex together, and I didn't want to do that this
evening.  Ced wanted me to be there, though, and that was
the least I could do to make it up to my bro and to Tim.
Maybe this was MY payback.  Still, I am not going to go into
detail about what I watched.  That's not me.  I watched it,
and if they are OK with that, fine.  Just don't expect me to
give all the details.

Trey, who was already naked (and shaved clean, don't
forget), after pretending to be very reluctant, was told to
lean over and put his hands on the coffee table.  Ced went
into one of the bedrooms and came back with some lube, which
he handed to Tim.

Tim, very gently, it seemed to me, lubed up Trey's ass, then
using more lube, worked his finger inside.  Trey still
seemed to be protesting.  Then Tim dropped his khakis.  I
guess I was surprised that he was freeballing, but it did
make things more convenient.  Tim didn't bother to remove
the dark green polo shirt he was wearing.  His dick was
already half hard, so obviously the little guy was ready for
what he was about to do.  Ced watched all of this very
carefully.

Tim lubed up his cock, which got fully erect as he did, and
began to push it very slowly into Trey's hole.

When he asked if it hurt, Trey said it did, a little.  Tim
paused.  Waited.  Then Trey nodded a signal for Tim to go
ahead.  I think there is where I could see that Trey wanted
this.  I wonder if Chaz picked up on that.  Ced and I knew
the score, of course, but if Chaz caught that, he might be
suspicious.  He WAS watching the whole thing carefully,
frowning.

Well, Tim entered, giving Trey plenty of time to get used to
Tim's - face it - modest cock.  Tim began to pump, slowly at
first, then with increasing speed.  Trey grunted, trying his
best, I think, to make it sound like something other than
pleasure.  I watched Trey's face.  His expression was intent
at first, eyes big.  Then, as time passed, he partly closed
his eyes and began to smile.

Tim didn't have the vengeful look you might expect on his
face, but instead looked like he was getting into what he
was doing.  I noticed he was biting his lip.  Why?  Maybe to
keep from expressing the pleasure he was experiencing?  I
wondered if Ced had anything to worry about there.

After a while, Tim obviously came.  He rested a moment,
pulled out slowly, swatted Trey gently on the rump, and
said, "Thanks, Trey."  Then, still wearing his shirt, socks,
and sneakers,  he went into the bathroom to clean up.

It wasn't until Trey straightened up that I could see how
hard his cock was.  He hadn't come, but he couldn't hide how
turned on he was.  He looked embarrassed as he scurried off
toward the bedroom to get into his clothes.

By this point, Chaz was clearly very nervous.  Remember, he
was still naked from the shaving.  He had sat with his hands
over his package during the whole thing, though whether as a
kind of self-protection or to hide his shaved pubes, I don't
know.

Tim was brilliant.  He came back into the living room.
"Well, Chaz, are you ready for some of the same?"

"Er, NO!" Chaz said.  The two men looked at each other, Chaz
still sitting, still with his hands over his package.

"You think I can't do this again?" Tim asked.

"How would I know," Chaz asked, looking, not at Tim, but
sort of off into space.  He didn't say it belligerently, but
more or less as if he really wondered.

"OK, buddy,' Ced ordered, "why don't you get on your knees
and lean over the table.  I don't think the l'il prof here
can reach you if you stand up."

Chaz, looking pale, took the suggested position.  I could
see worry in his eyes, and despite what he had done, I felt
sorry for him.

Tim rested one hand on Chaz's butt for a moment.  A long
moment.  Then he said, "You know, Chaz.  I think we'll wait
and do this tomorrow night."

Chaz was the only person in the room who didn't know that
the delay had been planned all along.  On his face was a
look of sheer relief, as if the twenty-four hour reprieve
was a commutation of his sentence.  But he didn't move.

From where I was standing, I could see that Chaz had the
beginning of a stiffie.  With a tool as big as his, it was
hard to hide.  He stayed where he was.  "Tomorrow night?" he
asked, probably to stall for time.

"Yeah, buddy," Ced chimed in, "why don't you and Trey come
to our place tomorrow night at 8:00 and we'll finish all
this up?"

"But I've got a date with Jen," Chaz said.

"Well, big guy," Ced replied, "you'll just have to cancel it
or make it for late in the evening.  And by then, bro, you
may be walking funny.  You don't know what may happen to
that shaved ass of yours by the time you get to Jennifer."

It sounds as if Chaz was getting harsher treatment than
Trey, but both Tim and Trey insisted that Chaz was the one
who really worked at taunting and humiliating Tim that
Saturday night.

With that, Tim left the room.  When he came back with his
khakis on, Chaz stood up and went down the hall to the
bedroom to put on his clothes.

We all waited until he returned.

"OK, Chaz," Tim said.  "Perhaps you should spend the time
between now and tomorrow night thinking about treating
people with respect."

As the three of us prepared to leave, Trey winked at us
again.  He had a brilliant smile for Tim, a smile which Chaz
didn't notice, absorbed, I suppose, in what had and had not
happened that evening and what might happen the next.

Back in our apartment, the three of us had a beer and
compared notes on the evening's events.

"I ALMOST feel sorry for Chaz," Cedric said.

"I DO feel sorry for him," Tim replied.  "But he needs to
have this time to think about what he did.  Chaz has a lot
of potential, but he needs to do some soul-searching."

"A little plain old fear won't hurt, either," Ced added.

After more talk, Tim went home.  Ced and I had another beer
and watched the stand-ups on Comedy Central for an hour or
so before going to bed.


                   *          *          *


                            CHAZ:


When Ced and Mark and the prof left, I thought Trey might go
with them, but he didn't.  He stayed in our apartment.  He
went into the kitchen and brought us both beers.  He sat in
one of the chairs, and I sat on the sofa.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No," I answered.  Then I added, "I'm not the one who got
fucked."

He looked sympathetic.  "Right," he said.  Then he asked,
"You OK?"

"No, dammit, Trey, I'm not OK!  We just had to shave each
other in front of three other guys.  Tomorrow it looks as if
the professor's going to stick his dick up my ass while you
all watch. I'm sure as hell not OK."

We sat there without talking for a while, just drinking our
beer.

Then Trey stood up, finished his beer and started toward the
kitchen with his bottle.  He paused, put his hand on my
shoulder, and said, "Well, buddy.  I'm going to hit the
shower and turn in.  Maybe we both need to think why all of
this happened."

"Yeah, right," I said.

I flipped on the tv.  There was a Cavs game on, but I
couldn't get into it.  Unusual for me.  Then I tried to
watch Friday Night Standup, but I couldn't get into that,
either.  So, when Trey finished in the bathroom, I brushed
my teeth and went to bed.

I didn't sleep well.  I didn't have nightmares, but when I
was awake, which  seemed like most of the night, I kept
thinking back to last Saturday, when I was telling the prof
how he was a natural cocksucker, and a pussyboy, and a
cumdump, and how we were going to make him our sex slave and
make him like it.

I don't know where that came from.  Nobody's ever treated me
that way.  I hear other guys using those words.  But I don't
think I'm like that.

I have to admit, though, that having that pathetic little
twerp totally under our control really was a turn-on.  I'd
never had such power before.  And it did look, when we
started all of this, like he had been shitty about Ced's
grade.  Ced's cool.  He didn't deserve that F.

Mark tried to tell us the little guy explained all of that
and was willing to talk to the dean, but Trey and I didn't
want to listen.

So I guess what we did was wrong.

I finally got to sleep about 3:00.  Since the next morning
was Saturday, and I didn't have any classes, I slept in
until about 10:00.  Trey was gone somewhere when I got up.
He had left lots of coffee.  I had some juice and some
cornflakes.  I was still hungry, so I made some toast and
put peanut butter and jelly on it and had that along with a
cup of Trey's coffee.

When I went to dig out some clothes, I discovered I didn't
have any clean underwear, so I gathered up my stuff and put
a load in the washer.  At least these apartments have a
washer and a dryer, so I didn't have to trek off to a
laundromat or a laundry room somewhere.

I shaved and then sat around in the gym shorts I slept in
waiting for the wash to finish.  And I thought about what
was coming up that evening.  I remember that I had to tell
Jen, my date, something.  I didn't know how long they were
going to keep me, so I decided the decent thing to do was
just cancel the date instead of trying to figure out when I
could pick her up.  I'd ask her if we could go to that show
the next night.

But it was too early to call yet.  Not a good idea to call
people before noon on Saturday.  I'd remember to call her
later.  Jen's a nice girl.  I'd make it up to her.

As I waited for the wash, I had plenty of time to think
about what was coming.
I had called Mead all those names.  Now I had to get through
the day with the understanding that I, Charles Robert
Greeley, was going to have somebody's cock up MY ass.
Mead's I supposed, but who knew what he had in mind?  I had
made him suck my rod.  He wasn't very good at it, but what a
sense of power I had with him there on his knees, naked,
slurping and sucking.

I think I did feel sorry for him a couple of times, but even
then I didn't quit.  I just kept harassing him.  And
taunting him.  Telling him he was going to be our slave, and
repeating that we were going to make him like it, and that
Trey and I would share him with our jock friends.

Did I really do that?  Yes.  Why?  I wish I knew.

Then there's this other thing.  I don't watch gay porn.  I'm
not into that.  Last Friday night was the first time I'd
ever seen anybody get something shoved up their ass.  And
who did it?  Me, when I pronged the little guy with that
carrot.

Saturday night was the first time I had ever witnessed two
guys having sex.   It should have been a real turn-off.  But
I had the impression that both Mead and Trey were enjoying
it more than they let on last Saturday and last night too.

And dammit, there was something sexy, something - what's the
word - erotic, about watching those two naked guys going at
it.  Last week Trey was so tender with Mead, even when he
was supposed to be punishing him by fucking him.  And that
didn't turn me off.  It made me like my buddy Trey even
better.

 Last night, the scariest thing was that, as I was there,
bent over the coffee table waiting for Mead to prong me, I
had to concentrate to keep from throwing a boner.  What's
with that?

So, as I thought ahead, I was worried that I was going to
get fucked.  And scared to death I might enjoy it.

When I got the clothes washed, dried, and put away, I didn't
know what to do.  I thought of going to the gym and working
out for a while, but then I remembered my hairless bod and
the words Trey had written on it.  No way was I going to the
gym.
I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I watched an NBA
game on the tv.  It was one-sided.  Somebody was clobbering
the Pistons.

I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew, Trey
came in and I smelled pizza.  It was 6:00, and he had
stopped somewhere on his way home and brought us supper.

We broke out beer and scarfed down two large pizzas.  He
seemed in a good mood, and  he distracted me for a while.

Then he smiled that killer smile that melts all the women.
He's got these funny-colored eyes - hazel, I think they're
called.  He said, "Chaz, buddy, you're pretty ripe.  Don't
you want to get a shower before we go down the hall?"

I realized that I had been in such a funk that I hadn't
showered that day.  So I took his suggestion.  And guess
what!  The words on my chest and butt came off in the
shower.  Did somebody screw up, or was that on purpose?

Just as we were leaving our place to go to Ced and Mark's,
Trey grabbed my arm.

"What?" I said.

"Chaz, whatever Tim and Ced have in mind for you, you'll get
through it.  And Ced and Mark will still be your friends.
And I'll still be your best bud.  You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, thanks.  I appreciate that, guy."

But I had the feeling that things were never going to be the
same.

When we got there, Mead was already there.  I said a nervous
hello, and the others responded in what seemed to me to be a
very friendly way.  Tim was in one of the easy chairs.  Mark
was sitting cross-legged on the floor.  Ced went into the
kitchen and brought us both Coronas.  He sat in the other
chair, leaving Trey and me to sit on the sofa.

We drank our beers, and they just chatted, talking about the
Pistons' loss that afternoon, the upcoming baseball season,
the tennis team.  I thought they would probably get onto the
weather next.  And my hands got clammier and clammier.

I finally had to interrupt.  "Uh, guys," I said.

They stopped their conversation and looked at me.

Suddenly I didn't know what to say.  I was just speechless
for a moment.

"What is it, Chaz," Mead asked.  He looked sympathetic.

"Well, professor -- "

"Chaz, a week ago you were calling me Timmy Boy and lots
worse.  What's with the `professor'?"

"What SHOULD I call you?"

"These guys all call me Tim, at least outside class.  What's
wrong with that?"

"OK, I guess, if you don't mind."

"I'd like that," he said.  He wasn't exactly smiling at me,
but there was a sort of crinkling around his eyes.  He
didn't look mad at me.

"OK, Chaz," Ced asked, "what were you going to say?"

"I guess I was going to say that the suspense is getting to
me.  Whatever you've got in mind, can we just get it over?"

"Let me ask you a question, Chaz," Tim asked.

"OK."

"How have you felt since we all left your place last night?"

"To be honest, shitty.  It's been one of the worst times of
my life."

"Why is that?" he continued.

"Well . . . partly, I guess, because I was worried about
what you are going to do to me or make me do tonight."

"Chaz," Ced asked, "can you imagine now how Tim felt when he
had to wait from Friday night to Saturday night to see what
you guys were going to do to him?"

"Oh, yeah.  I think I know exactly how you must have felt,
uh, Tim."

"You said that your bad time came partly from anxiety about
this evening.  What caused the rest of it?" Tim asked,

"A guilty conscience, I guess.  What I did to you really
sucked."

Tim began to laugh.  Then the others joined in.

"What?"

"The way I heard it, Chaz," Mark said, "it was Tim who had
to do the sucking."

I didn't feel like laughing, but I saw the unintentional
humor in what I had said.

"I'm ashamed, Tim.  I really am, man.  So I guess I deserve
whatever payback you've got in mind for tonight.  Can we
just get on with it?"

The little guy got up, came over to me, and offered his
hand.  I was really confused by that time.  As I shook his
hand, he said, "All that thinking you've done since last
night is your payback, Chaz.  Now, let's try to put all this
behind us and be friends."

Go figure.  "Can I ask one more question?"

"Sure, what is it?" Tim asked.

"Those words Trey wrote on me came off in the shower.
What's with that?  Did somebody fuck up?" I asked, looking
at Ced.

"No."

"Well, what, then?"

Tim said, "As I said, sometimes the anticipation can be much
worse than the event."  He looked at Trey and winked.  Trey
gave him a big smile in return.

It took me a while to figure out what Tim meant.  Then I saw
his point.  I still don't understand the wink.  "Yeah, I
think I see what you mean.  Like you said, the worry was the
punishment."

I looked over at Trey, who had this big, shit-eatin' grin on
his face.

"You bastard," I said, "you were in on this whole thing,
weren't you?"

"Yeah, roomie, I was."

I took a long swallow of my Corona.  Realizing I was off the
hook, I relaxed and laughed with everybody else.

(To be continued.  If you are enjoying this story, I'd love
to hear from you. --Tim)