Date: Thu, 09 Jul 1998 20:22:39 PDT
From: "oranges, lemons and cherries" <loop_fruit@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Experiment With Manuel

An Experiment With Manuel - written by loopy

My doctor's name is Jeff Penteck, and I've been seeing him for about 3 
or 4 years.  The doctor I had before that retired, which is when I was 
told about Dr. Penteck by a friend.  

Dr. Penteck struck me as a bit of an odd character right from the first 
time I met him, but I couldn't put my finger on the reason why.  He came 
across as somewhat shy - almost like he found it hard to look me 
directly in the eye.  He's probably in his mid-thirties, and is a fairly 
average-looking man - not striking in any way, except for his voice, 
which is soft and almost erotic.  Over the years, his manner hasn't 
changed at all, but I've grown used to it, and comfortable with him as 
my doctor.

Six or seven months after I had first met him, I told Dr. Penteck that 
I'm gay.  It's one of those things that a sexually active gay man should 
inform a doctor about - especially since regular HIV tests are important 
even when practicing safe sex.  I've largely had good responses by the 
people in my life who I've come out to, but still, I watched him closely 
for what kind of reaction he would give me.  I wanted to get a sense 
about whether or not he was gay-positive, because if not, I would 
probably have started looking for a different doctor.  But he really 
gave no reaction at all - he just made a note on my file.  He is a very 
difficult person to read, but I definately did not get any negative 
vibes from his reaction, so I assumed that my sexual orientation was not 
an issue for him.

Like I said, I've been seeing him for years now - every six months or so 
for one reason or another.  A few months ago, his office called me and 
asked me to come in for an appointment.  This had never happened before, 
and it made me pretty nervous.  Why would a doctor request an 
appointment with me if nothing was wrong?  I tried to think back on my 
previous appointment 3 months before.  It had been for a complete 
physical, including a HIV test, but surely that could not be the reason 
I'd been called in.  If there had been a problem with the test, I would 
have been called back much earlier.  Still, I was nervous - what if....?

I am a 25 year old male, fit but not terribly muscular.  I run every day 
but I don't otherwise work out.  I'm sexually active but don't have a 
steady partner - when I feel the need, I often will pick up men at the 
bar for a night.  I'm good looking enough that I can usually get fairly 
sexy partners, and I enjoy physical, sweaty sex.  I always play safe 
because I have every intention of living a long, healthy life.  I've had 
longer term partners a few times in my life - usually no longer than 6 
months or so.  I'm not certain that I'm good relationship material, 
although it's quite possible that I may just not have met the right guy 
up to now.  Anyway, based on my lifestyle - regular exercise, eating 
well, and safe sex (albeit with various partners) - I'm hopeful that I 
don't put myself at too much risk of any sort of health problem.

So anyway, when I went in to see Dr. Penteck after his office called me, 
I was rather concerned about why I might be there.  I sat down in his 
office, and he joined me shortly.  I found it odd that he was looking at 
me fairly intently as he sat down - especially since he so rarely made 
eye contact during past visits.  My heart started to beat heavily as I 
waited for him to speak.  I was almost certain now that something must 
be wrong.

"I'm doing a study on a new drug", he said, "and I'm wondering if you'd 
be willing to be involved in some tests of the drug".

"Why?", I asked nervously, "have I contracted something I don't know 
about yet?"

Dr. Penteck appeared to recognize the fear in my voice.  "No, no," he 
said, "nothing like that.  The reason I'm asking you is because you're 
gay.  It's a drug that heightens sexual feelings in men, but it doesn't 
affect women at all.  Some studies have been done with heterosexual men 
on the drug, who had described their experiences with their female 
partners while under its influence.  But I want to do a study with gay 
men - where they share their experiences while both are using the drug".

Heightened sexual feelings?  I was definately intested in hearing more.  
I asked him questions about how safe the drug is - and he assured me 
there were no known side effects - although, if I was used in the study, 
I would have to sign a form indicating that I was agreeing to 
participate knowing that the drug was experimental, and that I would not 
have the right to sue anyone if anything went wrong.  I was intrigued, 
and told Dr. Penteck that I was interested.  He informed me that he 
would be talking to 15 or 20 gay men, but that he would only be choosing  
two of them to participate in the study.  He gave me a questionnaire, 
and told me to fill it out, explaining that based on the answers on the 
questionnaire, the two most appropriate gay men would be chosen for the 
study.  He told me it was very important that I be completely honest on 
the questionnaire, and assured me that the information provided would be 
kept confidential.  He asked that I return the questionnaire to him by 
the following day.

The questionnaire started off asking some pretty basic questions - my 
age, height and weight, etc.  The questions became more and more 
personal, asking me about my sexual habits and my desires.  Question #15 
asked if I considered myself more of a "top" or a "bottom" sexually - I 
responded "bottom", so I was directed to go to question #25.  Questions 
#16 through #24 were for tops only.  

The questions after #25 asked me what types of sexual acts I had been 
involved in.  Then I was asked what types of things I had fantasized 
about, but hadn't yet participated in.  The questions got more and more 
personal - asking me what types of fantasies I'd had in the past that 
turned me on in fantasy, but that were beyond what I believed I'd want 
to try in real life.  I thought back to what Dr. Penteck had said - that 
it was very important to be honest.  Was I willing to put *everything* I 
had ever fantasied about down on this questionnaire?  The thought made 
me quite nervous, because sometimes my fantasies can be a bit bizarre.  
Not that I would *ever* try some of them - there's no way.  Like when 
I'd heard about watersports and scat - the idea completely disgusted me, 
and yet turned me on at the same time.  I think I get turned on by the 
idea of being forced to submit to another man entirely, so the idea of a 
man pissing or shitting on me turned me on due to it being the ultimate 
in control over me - because I would never willingly allow someone to do 
that to me.  But that was just it - in fantasy, it was a thrill - in 
reality, I would never allow it.  I re-read the question - these 
fantasies that I would never be willing to act out appeared to be 
exactly what the questionnaire was asking me to share.  I was 
uncomfortable about it, but I slowly started writing down the answers - 
with complete honesty.  I wondered how comfortable I'd be seeing Dr. 
Penteck after knowing he had read these things about me.     

I returned the questionnaire to his office the next day.  I was just 
supposed to drop it off, and then wait for a follow-up call within a 
week to find out if I would be used in the study.  I eyed the 
receptionist as I handed her the questionnaire, which, of course, I had 
sealed in an envelope.  Did she know what the questions were about?   
Dr. Penteck had assured me that he alone would see the answers, but 
still, I was nervous.  But the receptionist barely glanced at me, and 
threw my yellow envelope into a pile of 5 or 6 similar envelopes behind 
her desk.  What if she left her desk for a moment, and someone came by 
and stole the yellow envelopes?  I realized I was being stupid.  I left 
the office, and headed off to work, hoping the week would go by quickly 
and I would find out whether or not I was in the study.  

Quite honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in the study or not.  
The whole idea of heightened sexual feelings was definately a turn-on 
for me, but Dr. Penteck had implied that I would have to have sex with 
the other man chosen for the study - and then talk about my experience 
afterwards.  I was concerned what would happen if I found the other man 
in the study to be unappealing - what if I didn't want to have sex with 
him?  And even if I did - how comfortable would I be talking about it in 
detail afterwards?  Could I really sit down with Dr. Penteck and have a 
discussion about how I'd felt while having sex?  The idea made me a bit 
uncomfortable.

Four days after handing in the questionnaire, I received a message on my 
answering maching asking me to go in to Dr. Penteck's office for an 
appointment.  I made an appointment for the following day.  Dr. Penteck 
had a huge smile on his face when I arrived.

"Well, congratulations", he said.  "I've decided that you are perfect 
for the study that I want to do, so with your permission, I'd like to 
proceed with the paperwork".

I had him explain further about what would be required of me, and how 
the drug would affect me.  He told me that I would be expected to have 
sex with the other person who had been chosen for the experiment - a guy 
named Manuel.  I liked the sound of that already, as I have always been 
turned on by latin guys.  He explained that Manuel defines himself as a 
"top" who, like me, has had various sexual experiences with various men, 
who has fantasies about things he would like to try, and fantasies about 
other things that he doubts he would ever try.  He told me that the drug 
would allow both Manuel and I to feel much more sexual than we have 
before, and that it would allow us to let go of inhibitions so that we 
might experiment with things we had never tried.

"But there are things I put in that questionnaire that I don't want to 
ever try", I said.

"Relax", Dr. Penteck assured me.  "No one is going to force you to do 
anything.  If you feel comfortable expanding your sexual experience with 
Manuel, then that's what will happen.  But if at any point during your 
sexual activity with him he wants you to do something you aren't 
comfortable with, simply don't do it".

Hearing that made me feel considerably better.

Dr. Penteck continued.  "You need to know, however, that in your 
questionnaire, you revealed a desire to play a submissive role with a 
more dominant partner.  Manuel indicated the same but opposite desire.  
So obviously, there is some expectation that you will explore these 
desires while on the drug.  My experiment involves finding out how much 
the drug makes you feel comfortable in doing so, and if it allows you to 
find pleasure in sexual play that you might not have realized you would 
feel".

This all sounded quite exciting to me - assuming I felt an attraction to 
Manuel.  Dr. Penteck seemed to read my mind.  "If you want, I can take 
you to meet Manuel at this time".  I quickly agreed.

Down the hall, Manuel was waiting in another room.  When I first saw 
him, my jaw almost dropped - he oozed a sense of sexuality.  He had an 
aura of confidence in himself as a sexual being that created sweat on 
the back of my neck.  He was 29 years old, in fantastic physical shape, 
and had a smile that might almost be considered evil - in a totally 
sexual way.  I could tell that he had been waiting to make sure that I 
was acceptable to him, and I could tell that he, too, was relieved.  "I 
really get into blond bottom guys", he told me.  

We spoke for a few more minutes and then Dr. Penteck told us that if we 
were both comfortable, we just needed to sign the appropriate paperwork.  
There were quite a few forms thrown in front of me, some of them pages 
long, but Dr. Penteck gave me short explanations about what I was 
signing, and I didn't bother reading them all.  I was just excited about 
getting it on with Manuel, and was pleased to hear that the sexual part 
of the experiment would take place the following Sunday - 3 days away.  
Dr. Penteck had decided that we would have sex at his house, since he 
lived on an achridge, and Manual and I could feel free to be as loud and 
wild as we chose.  Dr. Penteck encouraged us to take as much time as we 
wanted together, and told us that the drug was likely to cause us to 
have to work harder for an orgasm.  He assured us, however, that we'd 
have plenty of fun 'working' for it.  Dr. Penteck asked that neither 
Manuel nor I have an orgasm before Sunday.

The following Sunday could not arrive soon enough for me.  I followed 
the map Dr. Penteck had drawn indicating how to get to his home.  He was 
right - the place was very secluded and allowed for total privacy.  I 
was feeling nervous but excited about what I was about to do.  It had 
been extremely hard not to masturbate over the previous days, because I 
had been so turned on just by meeting Manuel.  

Dr. Penteck answered his door and led me into a room, where he had me 
take a couple of pills with some water.  He told me that I would have to 
wait alone for about half an hour, and then he would take me in to meet 
with Manuel.

Over the next few minutes, I started feeling very odd.  My head was 
spinning a bit - like I was slightly drunk.  I stood up to try to clear 
my head a bit, but moving only made my head spin more, so I fell back 
down into the chair.

About ten minutes later, Dr. Penteck came back into the room.  He had 
the questionnaire I had filled out in his hands, and he told me I was to 
read it.  His voice sounded weird to me - almost like it echoed in my 
ears as he spoke.  

I started reading the questionnaire - at first it was hard to keep my 
eyes focused on it.  I read all of the things I had written, and was 
surprised again at how honest I had been.  The more I read, the more 
dizzy I began to feel.  Reading about my secret fantasies also started 
to make me feel extremely horny - to the point where I was tempted to 
begin masturbating right there.  I fought the urge, knowing that I would 
much prefer to have my orgasm with Manuel, but I couldn't completely 
control myself, and I grabbed my cock through my jeans, squeezing it as 
I read.  

Soon afterwards, Dr. Penteck came to take me to the room where Manuel 
was waiting for me.  I felt I was in a stupor as he pulled my arm and 
led me down the hall - it was hard to walk on my own.  He opened a door, 
and Manuel was sitting on a chair in the centre of the room - except for 
Manuel and the chair, the room was completely empty.  Manuel seemed to 
be having difficulty holding up his head, although he snapped to 
attention as Dr. Penteck and I entered.

Manuel immediately spoke:  "So here's the fucking bitch", he snarled.  
"Come here, bitch".

I stumbled toward him, my cock feeling overwhelmed with pleasure between 
my legs.  Manuel stood up and started ripping at my clothes.  I tried to 
help him out, pulling at my belt buckle to loosen it.  Both of us were 
having a hard time standing, and we were grabbing at each other's bodies 
like two drunken men trying to help each other stand.  Manuel grabbed my 
hair and belched in my face.  "Fucking bitch", he said.  Like Dr. 
Penteck's had earlier, Manuel's voice sounded almost far away - like we 
were in a tunnel together and he was yelling at me from a distance.  I 
was completely aroused by his roughness with me and hearing him call me 
names.

We managed to get my clothes onto the floor, and then I helped Manuel 
undress before he fell back into his chair.  I fell onto my knees before 
him, grabbing at his knees to hold myself steady.  Manuel had a 
beautiful uncut cock and a big gob of precum oozing out from his skin.  
He grabbed his cock and started wiping it across my face.  "Lick my 
fucking cock you stupid bitch", he said in a slurred voice.  I lapped 
and kissed his cock in a frenzy, feeling wild with pleasure.  He grabbed 
my ears and started roughly pulling my head from side to side, rubbing 
his cock all over my face.  His cock stayed soft, and felt so good as is 
pressed over my wet lips.  Having him jerk my head around made me even 
more dizzy, and I tried hard to hold on to his legs in order to feel 
like I had some sense of control.  

"You stupid fucking bitch.  You fantasize about fucking piss?!  You 
dream about eating shit?!"  

My mind was whirling around wildly as my face continued to be mashed 
into Manuel's soft cock.  What had he just said?  It sounded like he'd 
been allowed to read my questionnaire.  But I thought it was supposed to 
be confidential - that only Dr. Penteck would see it.  But my head was 
so dizzy that I wasn't even sure if it had been Manuel's voice that I'd 
heard, or if it was just a strange voice in my head. 

My ears were starting to hurt as Manuel continued to jerk my head around 
while holding them.  But the pain felt more like something I was hearing 
about, rather than something I was actually feeling myself.  I moved my 
hands toward my ears, to see if I could pull his hands away.  I lost all 
sense of balance and my body fell toward the floor.

"You stupid, worthless shit", Manuel said harshly as he pushed my 
shoulder with his foot so that I was lying on my back.  I could feel him 
climbing on top of me, but there was no effort to be gentle or careful - 
or perhaps, like me, the drug had made him so uncoordinated that he 
wasn't able to crawl onto me with care.  At any rate, I felt his knee in 
my gut as he struggled to crawl over me.  He collapsed over my body so 
that his wet smelly armpit was pushed against my face.  

"Smell that, you fucking whore", he commanded, and I took a big whiff of 
his rank body odour.  My mind jumped back to how hard I had attempted to 
make sure that I was clean for this encounter - how I had showered and 
scrubbed and even given myself an enema just to make sure that I was 
totally clean for Manuel.  He had clearly not done the same.

"Lick it, bitch", he snarled, and I began licking at his sweat.  It was 
intoxicating and my arousal only increased, although, like Manuel, my 
cock stayed limp rather than getting hard.  His rank sweat was being 
rubbed all over my face as both he and I squirmed like animals in heat.  
He moved his body so that his other armpit was stationed over my face, 
and I licked at it wildly.  Both of us were grunting and and grabbing at 
each other, and it felt like there was nothing else happening in the 
world - there was just Manuel and me, and we were going to have sex for 
the rest of our lives.

Manuel was crawling upwards, I could see his chest moving over my face, 
then his stomache, then his rough pubic hair was grinding into my chin.  
His knees were on either side of my chest, just under my armpits, and he 
was humping at my face with his soft cock.  "Take that you fucking 
bitch!  Put my huge cock in your worthless mouth!  Lick out the fucking 
skin - eat that dirty cock!"

I grabbed at his ass in order to try guiding his cock into my mouth.  We 
were both so uncoordinated that his cock was slapping up and down on my 
face, spewing precum all over me as it did so.  I finally managed to get 
it into my mouth, and to push my tongue under the skin.  I could taste 
the cheesy smegma as I lapped at his cock head.  "That's right, 
cocksucking whore.  Eat that filthy dick!"  My mind reminded me that 
this should have been completely disgusting - eating out his dirty 
foreskin - but in fact, I felt in complete ecstacy as I chewed and 
swallowed what I found there.  The smell of the sweat in his bush that 
kept grinding into my nose was rank, but again, it only fed my sexual 
frenzy.  He was pulling on my hair, humping my face like a crazed man, 
and I was grabbing at his ass with equal passion.

Suddenly, he pushed his pelvis forward and held it there, grinding into 
my face.  His cock, large but still not hard, was pushing back into my 
throat.  "Fucking toilet!", he said, as the taste of his piss hit the 
back of my throat.  My mind went back to the questionnaire - I had said 
that I didn't want to do this.  But at that moment, more than anything, 
I wanted to drink down his spurting piss.  It was bitter and strong, but 
I sucked on his cock like my very survival was based on drinking his 
urine.  I felt I *needed* it - I drank it down in desperation.  "You 
like that, don't you, fucking disgusting piece of shit!"  If I had been 
able to speak at that moment, I would have screamed out "Yes!  I love 
your piss!  I need it!" - these are the words that were pounding in my 
head.  I wanted this man's piss more than anything at that moment, and 
as I felt the force of his piss decrease, and the last couple of spurts 
splash into my mouth, I felt almost angry at his inability to give me 
more.

Manuel was still holding my hair in his fists as I felt him attempt to 
crawl forward to sit on my face.  His knees crushed into my shoulders, 
as he attempted to keep his balance, finally falling with his ass hole 
sitting firmly over my mouth.  He looked down into my eyes, and spit in 
my face.  "Worthless trash!", he said.  I was in ecstacy.  This god-like 
man was taking complete control of me - treating me like he owned me - 
and I loved it.  Dr. Penteck's voice echoed in my memory "If at any 
point during your sexual activity with Manuel, he wants you to do 
something you aren't comfortable with, simply don't do it".  I 
recognized that there was nothing Manuel could do to me that I would not 
completely submit to.  On some level, I realized that the drug must have 
brought me to such a state, but at that moment, I couldn't have cared 
less.  All I wanted was to be Manuel's total slave - his property - and 
allow him to abuse me in any way he desired.  Beyond that - I *needed* 
him to do so - I wanted him to push every limit I had ever imagined that 
I'd had - I wanted to be used, humiliated, degraded - I was desperate 
for it.

Manuel farted into my mouth and a cry of complete pleasure escaped my 
lips.  "Is that what you want, fucking toilet?", he asked.  "You want my 
shit?".

My eyes stung with a feeling of complete pleasure as I begged for 
Manuel's shit.  "Please - use me as your toilet.  I want your shit.  I 
need it.  I beg you for it!".  My voice was frantic.  I was grasping at 
Manuel's legs, pleading for his shit.  There was nothing that could have 
satisfied me more at that moment than to feel his dirty waste entering 
my mouth.  My mind tried to remind me that it is absolutely disgusting 
and vile to eat the shit of another man - that my desires were sick and 
twisted.  But I pushed these thoughts away as they didn't matter at all 
- I knew that I wanted to eat Manuel's shit, and reason and 
clear-thinking were not going to get in the way.

Suddenly, to my surprise, I heard Dr. Penteck's voice.  "Let's go 
outside", he said, and I saw him reach out and take Manuel by the arm.  
"Yeah", Manuel said, "let's go outside".

Manuel raised himself off of my face - I could see Dr. Penteck holding 
Manuel's arm to help him keep balanced.  I then noticed Dr. Penteck's 
hard cock pointing out of the fly of his pants.  Had he been here the 
whole time?  

Dr. Penteck was leading Manuel away, and all I knew for certain is that 
I wanted - needed - to eat Manuel's shit.  I scrambled after them, 
unable to raise myself to my feet, so crawling behind them like a lame 
dog, trying desperately to keep up.  They were moving through the house 
too quickly, and I was calling to them "Please - please don't leave me".  
Dr. Penteck looked back at me harshly - "If you want Manuel's shit, 
you'd better fucking hurry".  I continued to crawl behind them, out the 
back door, down the steps, and onto the lawn.  They continued to move 
forward for another 20 feet as I pulled myself behind them on all fours.  
They stopped in front of an old, dark brown outhouse.  

"Perhaps you'd like him to eat your shit here", Dr. Penteck said to 
Manuel.

"Yes.  Right here.  I want the fucker to eat my shit".

Dr. Penteck opened the door of the outhouse, and suggested we all go 
inside.  Manuel stumbled in and I crawled behind him.

"Do you remember what we discussed earlier?", Dr. Penteck was saying to 
Manuel.

"Yes.  I remember".  Manuel turned to me.  "Climb down the fucking hole, 
bitch".

Dr. Penteck reached over to the wall where there was a light switch.  I 
was surprised when the light came on down inside of the hole - 
illuminating the piss, shit, and toilet paper previously distributed 
down into the outhouse.  There was a good five feet between the hole's 
opening and the point where I could see the slushy waste - and I had no 
idea how deep the waste might be.  

I tried to steady myself on my knees, looking up at Manuel and Dr. 
Penteck standing before me.   "Can't I just eat your shit from up 
here?",  my eyes were pleading.

"Nope", Manuel said harshly, "a stupid bitch like you has to crawl down 
into that fucking hole if you want my shit.  Now do it, before I lose my 
desire to take a dump".

I felt desperate for Manuel's shit, so I grabbed onto the sides of the 
toilet hole, and pulled myself toward it.  Dr. Penteck helped me stand 
so that I could drop one leg, and then the other, down into the toilet 
opening.  It was a tight squeeze to get my shoulders through, I had to 
shrug one down, and then pull the other through, which was very 
difficult in my drugged state, especially without being able to brace 
myself with anything underneath me.  My legs dangled down into the hole, 
until I managed to slip my shoulders through, and fell down into the 
stinking mess.  The waste was deep - it came up just over my knees - and 
the feeling was sticky and wet.  But what was most overpowering was the 
smell - who knew how long the shit had been rotting down there?   My 
stomache started to heave, and I actually threw up into the mess.

I looked up to see Manuel looking down at me through the hole.  "Kneel 
down, you fucking sick perverted whore.  Kneel before your master".

I fell to my knees in the stinking waste, feeling it rise up to my hips.  
The thick brownish water rose just over my cock, coating it in slimy 
shit and piss.  I looked back up at Manuel - he was sitting down over me 
- his ass about 3 feet above my face.  He pushed a loud fart from his 
ass, and it echoed through the outhouse.  

I suddenly realized that the effects of the drugs I'd been given were 
not as strong as they had been earlier.  Perhaps they were wearing off, 
or perhaps it had been because I had thrown up.  But one way or the 
other, the sound of Manuel's voice no longer seemed as distant and odd 
as it had earlier, and my head, although still dizzy, was somewhat 
clearer.  It was then that it struck me exactly where I found myself - 
kneeling in waste in the bottom of an outhouse, waiting for Manuel to 
shit on me.  Still, the drug was having enough of an effect to allow me 
to push these thoughts aside, and to concentrate on the shit I had 
worked so hard to be allowed to eat.

I looked up at Manuel's ass just as his hole pushed out and a long, 
thick turd began to escape it.  I could see Manuel's eyes looking down 
at me through his thighs.  "Eat my fucking shit, you worthless fucking 
scum".

I opened my mouth just as the log fell from his ass, slapping me across 
the face with a squishing sound.  Manuel got up from the seat of the 
toilet, and turned to look down into the hole, as I mashed his shit over 
my face and into my mouth, frantically slurping it through my lips.  Dr. 
Penteck was also looking down at me.  Manuel returned to the seat, 
shitting a second log onto me.  He again rose to watch me eat it, saying 
"You're a filthy, disgusting toilet".  I could feel my cock stiffen as 
he said these words and I pushed his shit into my mouth.  I noticed, 
too, that Manuel was stroking frantically on his hard cock.  I realized 
that the effect of the drug was wearing off of both of us, since we were 
both now able to get erections.  Still, the effect of the drug was 
enough to keep me wallowing in the shit and eating the logs Manuel was 
dumping on my face.  

Suddenly, Manuel screamed out "I'm going to cum!!", as he shot his load 
down the hole and onto my face.  "This is so fucking good!", he shrieked 
as his cock spurted out more and more thick white fluid.  "Eat that 
fucking cum, you asshole, cocksucking, toilet whore!".  I lapped at his 
cum on my face, as I grabbed and pulled on my own hard cock like a mad 
man.  Within seconds, the most incredible, indescribable orgasm shot 
through my cock.  It kept pulsing and pulsing, over and over, lasting at 
least 20 seconds as I shot load after load into the air.  Dr. Penteck 
stood at the hole, and he, too, came - spraying his load down on my 
face.  

Manuel left the outhouse, and Dr. Penteck told me that he was going to 
get a rope to help pull me out.  He returned several mintues later, and 
threw a thick rope with a knot in the end of it down into the hole.  I 
grabbed onto it and stood up, but the effects of the drug were still too 
great, and I was unable to be coordinated enough to pull myself up.  

"Hmm", Dr. Penteck said.  "This isn't good at all.  This experiment has 
already gone on much longer than I'd anticipated.  I'm supposed to have 
a bunch of guys over for a barbeque tonight, and they'll be here in half 
an hour or so.  Can't you try harder to get out?"

I grabbed at the rope again, feeling frustrated and desperate.  If Dr. 
Penteck's friends were to start arriving soon, I would need time to get 
cleaned up.

More attempts to get out were unsuccessful, and Dr. Penteck finally said 
that he needed to go shower and change before his guests arrived.  I 
shouted at him "No!" as he turned off the light and left the outhouse, 
but he ignored me.

As time passed, my head became more and more clear.  I managed to jump 
up and grab the edges of the toilet hole, and was pulling myself upwards 
toward freedom, when I heard the sound of laughter not far outside of 
the outhouse.  It was apparent that Dr. Penteck's guests had arrived, 
and I knew I was trapped.  I allowed myself to drop back down just as 
the door of the outhouse opened.  To my horror, the light flipped on 
down in the hole - but then I saw it was Manuel.  

"Are you still down there?", he asked.  And then he laughed.  It was 
obvious that he was no longer under the influence of the drugs either.  

"Yes, I'm still here", I said with anger in my voice.  "How the hell am 
I going to get out?"

Manuel laughed again.  "I guess you're stuck down there until the 
party's over".

"It's not fucking funny, Manuel!"

"Oh yeah it is - it's fucking hysterical".

I saw him pulling out his cock.  "What are you doing?", I shouted.

He put his hands to his lips, "Shhh, you don't want to get caught down 
there, do you?"

And then, with a smile, he began pissing down on my face.  I tried 
jerking out of his way, but he just let the stream of piss follow me, 
smiling the whole time.  Then he shook his cock down at me, allowing the 
last few drops to fall, flipped off the light, and left the outhouse, 
whistling.

I could hear the crowd growing out in Dr. Penteck's yard.  It sounded 
like there were at least 20 people there.  I couldn't hear much of what 
they were saying - only the odd word here and there.  But I was 
absolutely horrified when I overheard a man asking Dr. Penteck, "Which 
way to your washroom", and then hearing the doctor reply, "It's inside 
on the left - or, if you want, you can use the outhouse".  

To my relief, the man chose the indoor washroom - but as time went on, 
others decided that the outhouse was acceptable to them.  A few 
different men came in - I, of course remained totally silent - and, 
without knowing I was down there, they pissed on me.  No one flipped on 
the light - the switch wasn't obvious, and I guess most people don't 
assume there are lights in an outhouse, so luckily, I wasn't discovered.

The night wore on - it was getting dark outside, although I have no idea 
how late it was.  There were at least 6 or 7 men who had entered the 
outhouse and pissed on me - I ended up losing count.  Manuel came into 
the outhouse one more time during the evening, to tell me that he was 
trying to digest the burgers he'd eaten as fast as he could, so that he 
could shit them into my mouth later on.  He thought this was hysterical, 
but I was outraged.  He pissed on me again, and spit a huge wad of gob 
onto my face before leaving.

Finally, the sound of voices had died down, and I waited in the complete 
darkness - was it safe to escape now?  I was about to jump up to pull 
myself from the hole when the door to the outhouse creaked open.  It was 
pitch black, and I fought to control my breathing so I wouldn't be 
caught.  The man who had entered sat down on the toilet and immediately 
farted.  "Fuck!", I thought.  Here I had made it through the whole party 
without anyone shitting on me, and now, right at the end, some fuckhead 
was going to do just that.  And not only that, but because I had been 
ready to try jumping up to the hole right when this guy walked in, I was 
now situated immediately below the hole.  If I tried moving off to one 
side, the noise would alert the man - so I knew the only option was to 
allow him to shit right on my head.

Suddenly, the man's ass exploded, and I felt wet, runny diarrhea falling 
down into my hair, and running down over my face.  The smell was 
completely filthy, and I struggled hard not to gag - I couldn't allow 
this man to find me now.  A few second went by, and then more diarrhea 
was dumped onto me.  I could hear the man wiping himself, and then the 
feel of the toilet paper as it fell over my face, sticking to me.  The 
man rose from the seat, and just then, the light flipped on - I looked 
up to see Dr. Penteck standing above me.  "Did you like that?", he asked 
in a soft voice.   I felt so overcome with anger that I couldn't even 
speak.  "Stay there for a second", he said, "while I get the rope and 
help you out of there".

He left and returned seconds later, dropping the rope into the hole.  I 
pulled myself up, crawling out of the hole.  "You really stink", Dr. 
Penteck said, matter-of-factly.  I glared at him.

"How can you be angry?", he asked.  "I allowed you to experience the 
greatest sex you ever had, and let you live out fantasies you never 
thought you'd experience".

I said nothing, pushing past him and out of the outhouse.  I walked up 
towards his house - the yard was empty except for Manuel.  When he saw 
me, he began to laugh.  "Look at you!", he said, pointing at me.  "You 
look disgusting!".

I walked passed him and into the bathroom, leaving a trail of slushy 
shit behind me all of the way.  I had a certain feeling of satisfaction 
imagining Dr. Penteck cleaning his floor the next day.

I got into the shower, and washed all of the filth from my body.  I 
stayed there for at least 45 minutes before I felt completely clean.  My 
filthy clothes lay on a pile on the floor - I obviously couldn't put 
those back on.

I left the washroom in search of Dr. Penteck - I would need to borrow 
some clothes.  I decided that, until I was safely away from his home, I 
would be polite and not make any scene.  But I was already imagining how 
I planned to blackmail Dr. Penteck for what he had put me through.  I 
knew he had a lot of money, and I felt I deserved to see a considerable 
amount of it in order to keep me from exposing how unethical he had been 
with this "study".

I found Dr. Penteck and Manuel in the living room, watching T.V.

"I'll need to borrow some clothes", I said.

Dr. Penteck looked at me - "Sit down", he said, waving to a chair.  I 
sat down.

"I know you aren't very pleased at what has occurred here today", he 
said.  I sat silent, determined to stick with my plan of not getting 
angry with him tonight.  

"You need to know that the contract you signed with me warned you in 
specific terms about what might happen to you during this experiment - 
but you chose not to read it".

I still sat in silence.  So what if the contract warned me?  It was 
still completely unethical, and I was certain he would not want to lose 
his license over this incident.  

"You also need to know something else", Dr. Penteck said.  Manuel 
snickered at this point, but said nothing.

Dr. Penteck took the remote control in his hand, and pointed it toward 
the T.V.  Suddenly, I was on the screen, falling toward Manuel, and 
helping him rip off my clothes.  I couldn't believe it!  "You mean you 
filmed this whole fucking thing?!", I shouted.

Manuel answered with a laugh - "Yup - every second is on film - even the 
stuff in the outhouse.  You should see the look on your face when my 
shit lands on it".  He snickered again.

I jumped at the video machine, determined to grab the tape.  Dr. Penteck 
raised his voice - "It's no use - this is just a copy.  I have the 
original hidden away".

I slumped back into my chair.  "The whole thing is on film?", I 
repeated, to no one in particular.

"Yup", Manuel said again with glee, "Except of course, for the times 
when the party guests were pissing on you - that was all taped, but due 
to the darkness, you can't see what's going on.  You can only hear the 
sound of them pissing on your face.  Pssssssssss".

I looked at the T.V. again, seeing and hearing myself begging Manuel to 
shit in my mouth.  "That's a great scene", Manuel said.

"So", Dr. Penteck said, "in case you have any ideas about suing me or 
doing anything along those lines, you should know that this film will 
find its way into the porn market if you try anything like that - and as 
far as what's shown in the film, it seems pretty clear that you are 
totally a willing participant in these acts".

I knew I was trapped, and I knew that I could not threaten Dr. Penteck 
with blackmail.  Instead, he was basically blackmailing me.

I left his house and drove back to my place in silence.  As the days 
passed, I tried my best to forget about what had occurred.  I had to 
admit that I'd had some really fun sex with Manuel - it was completely 
disgusting, but at the time, had been overwhelmingly erotic.  And the 
orgasm I'd had - I doubted I would ever feel anything that good again.

About a week after the experience at Dr. Penteck's place, I was home 
watching T.V., when my door bell rang.  It was Manuel.

"What the hell are you doing here?", I asked him rudely.

"Just thought I'd drop by to say hello", he said, brushing past me and 
heading for my couch.

He stretched out on my sofa and looked up at me.  "Why don't you bring 
me a beer", he said.

"I don't want you here - I want you to leave, Manuel".

Manuel pulled a couple of video's out of his back pack.  He waved them 
at me, and smiled.  "I invited a couple of buddies to watch a video over 
here this afternoon", he said.  "I have two video's we could watch:  
Either a Sylvester Stallone film, or the one we made at Dr. Penteck's 
place last week.  Which one do you want to see?"

I glared at Manuel as he smiled back at me.  "Why don't you bring me a 
beer", he said again.

I went into the kitchen and got him the beer.  

"Now", he said, popping it open, "the guys should be arriving in half an 
hour or so".  He looked up at me and smiled.  "In the meantime", he 
continued, "I have to take a dump".

written by loop_fruit
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