Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2008 09:28:52 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Gay Archivist, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay College

"The Gay Archivist, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay College

The following day I hurried past the reception desk.  The uniformed officer
there waved at me.  I was already known.  I walked rapidly down the
corridors, my rubber sandals flapping, and on to the far end of the
building.  I knocked on young Dr. Castleberry's office door.

"Come in John.  I'm ready for you."  By that I guess he meant that he was
in a silk robe.  This was the first time I had seen him this way.  He waved
his hand in a signal for me to disrobe.  I was so used to the gesture, and
being naked here, that I obeyed without thinking.

He took my arm and held it tightly.  "Lay on this examining table."

I lay on my back.  Before it could barely register on me, he had snapped
restraints on my legs, at the ankles, another strap across my stomach, and
he lifted both arms up and locked them with plastic bands laced through
eyebolts above me.  I was completely captured.  Except for small wiggles, I
was trapped like a butterfly in some demon's collection.

"Today you will learn about the fetish of sexual tickling."

What he didn't know yet was that I was terrified of being tickled.  I was
supremely affected by tickling.  If carried on too long, it became painful
to me and I would lose all sense of dignity and consciousness.

"I am going to test you first."  He held his hand about two inches away
from my underarm and wiggled his fingers like he was playing trills on the
piano.  I immediately reacted as hot electrical flashes traversed my body.
While they hurt slightly, my only reaction, to my chagrin, was to let out a
few girlish giggles.

"That's nice Bobby boy.  Enjoy this, and I promise I will not touch you."

He began holding his fingers above my belly.  I squirmed and pushed against
the restraints as I howled with mirthless laugher.  Although he didn't
touch me, the mental image of his tickling fingers was enough to create an
intense effect.  To add to my discomfiture, my penis began to get hard and
it was rising inch by inch from the crossed wires of my stimulation.

Now my torturer began making grasping motions and worked quickly up and
down my body.  "You are dripping precum, you sexy boi," he said tauntingly.
"I bet if I make motions around your ball sac and ass hole, you might just
orgasm.  In fact, the sweat on your forehead and the faint odor of
testosterone indicates that you are well on your way.  But if you ask
nicely, I will desist, but another experience awaits you."

"Please Doctor.  I am going crazy.  I can't stand anymore.  I might pass
out.  I will do anything you wish in return."

"Ah, the magic words.  I will collect that promise, but for now, when you
are released, you must go to the lavatory and lie in the tube.  Do not put
the tap on.  I have another way for you to be bathed."  He laughed, quite
crazily and I wondered if perhaps he was unhinged.

I lay there, recovering from the rigors of the tickling when he entered.
He said nothing, but took his large penis in his hand, rolled back the
foreskin and held in over my chest.  He grunted a few times, then out of
his piss slit a short burst of urine splashed on my chest and rolled down
my belly.  He then allowed the full force of his urine come out.  I never
saw such a full stream.  It almost hurt as it pelted against my skin.  I
saw the deep amber color and the strong, spicy odor filled my nose.

He spoke with difficulty.  Apparently Robert was a guy whose urination was
a big experience for him.  "I see you are getting an erection from my piss.
Would you call that a piss hard on?"  He laughed at his own joke.  It was
true; again I was close to cumming.

Finally he shook the last drops on me.  "Okay boi, get in the shower, then
come into the office and there is a costume waiting for you."

There it was, shiny black leather, boots, pants, blouse and helmet.  He
nodded at me.  "That's right, they are your size.  Put them on and you will
discover a transformation."

I pulled up the pants, there were tight against my legs.  In the front was
a pouch held with a snap.  Next the blouse, zippered in front.  As was
already feeling breathless with a new excitement I had never felt before.
Sure I had a leather jacket, a blazer that I wore in the fall, but then my
whole body being encased was highly arousing. He mimed that I should put on
the helmet.  It slipped over my head and over my face.  There were openings
for my eyes, nose and mouth.

"Stand here.  Open the pouch.  Take out your prick."

He had barked these orders.  I enjoyed obeying.  After my penis was pulled
out of the opening I stood there, swaying, my penis pulsing with
excitement.

"Jerk off in front of me.  I'll watch."

This was something hard for me to accept.  Masturbation was my private
activity.  Yes I had been sucked off and my hard prick was seen, but never
did I do a wank in front of someone.  But now, I was pleased to follow
orders and show Robert how I did it, how my heavy spooging is surprising.

I closed my eyes and began.  My mind began to drift over the wet
experience, over the diaper, tickling and now this leather suit that made
me look like a black devil.  My cock never felt so ready to explode.  It
was so full of blood and pulsations that I was almost faint.

"Come on girlie.  Wank that cock.  Don't be a wimp."

His insults thrilled me and drove me to furiously slide up and down the
shaft.  I performed a motion that had been my secret that was that I liked
to rub my palm over the head and the piss hole while jerking the shaft.  He
laughed as he noticed it.  His laugh only added to my humiliation, and my
humiliation only added to the thrill that was radiating from my prick to
every part of my body.  Suddenly a hoarse voice I didn't recognize, my own
husking.  "Robert, my torturer, my love, I am about to cum."

My prick seemed to pull inward then thrust out and delivered a long stream
that almost crossed the room.

I stood there trembling and shaking from the force of my orgasm.  Robert
sat in his chair with a self-satisfied expression on his face.  "You may
now remove the leather outfit so I can return it to is display case.  Then
dress and leave, but you are young, I am sure you will be ready for the
ultimate sexual experience this afternoon.  Remember, you promised me that
you would do anything if I stopped the sham tickling.  Well, I will collect
on that promise this afternoon at two o'clock."

End Part Two

I admit there are many other exquisite sexual practices that I have not
covered, some a little scary and dangerous.  But this were the ones the
Archivist chose.