Chapter 3

I try to twist and squirm, but my 128 pounds are no match for their 600 plus. I resign myself to the fact that fighting it will only make it worse.

I feel Ben untying the laces of my left shoe. Dave begins to poke and prod at my armpits and my ribs with his free hand. Kevin is still smiling at my belly. He takes out his phone and takes a picture. “It looks so vulnerable,” he says. “So perfect. A shallow, circular innie all stretched out and begging for some love.” He moves his eyes up to meet mine for just a moment. “Here comes the love.” He swipes a finger across my lower abdomen, just above my waistband and I gasp.

I try, “Kevin. Please. Not that. Anything but my stomach. It’s too much. That’s the one spot that I can’t take. Do anything else to me, but please…not that.”

Kevin grins again, “Do anything else to you? Little Dude, haven’t you realized yet? We’re about to do everything else to you.”

Little blue pills? Is that why I’m so hard? Every bump, nudge, grope…even just talk is making me rock hard.

John says, “Big Dude, you gotta lose the jeans for the final measurements.”

Aside from the three guys with me and the three guys with Bo, there are like ten other guys down here. Half of them are watching whatever Bo is doing right now and half of them are watching the show I’ve been putting on for a while now. Cell phones are out and recordings are being made.

I look John right in the eyes. I almost think I see brief flash of sympathy. I ask, “Is there any way this doesn’t happen?”

He shakes his head. “Oh, also? We’re the only ones who know about the pills. Everyone else will just think that you’re hard for us guys and loving being the center of attention. Just so you know.”

Nadir leans in close and adds, “Look, you graduate in a few weeks and you’ll never see anyone in this room again. You’re going off to college to start a new life. A little embarrassment is no big deal. And, I’m totally serious when I say this, you are actually going to enjoy tonight. I know it’s already been kind of fun for you, but trust me. Your fun has only just begun.”

Rex says, “Let’s get going.”

Nadir reaches out and begins to work the button at my fly. His fingertips graze the bare skin of my lower abdomen and I quiver form the sensation. What can I do? There’s nowhere to run and I can’t fight these guys. The button is unfastened and he slides the zipper down. At the moment, his body shields me from the audience behind him. He slides my jeans down past my hips and lifts my legs one at a time, pulling my jeans completely off. I am wearing a pair of plain white boxer-briefs and nothing else. The boxer-briefs are usually pretty formfitting, but currently they are tented because of my raging erection.

Rex hands Nadir the tape measure and my inseam is documented as 30 inches.

Rex says, “We’ll take the last measurement a little later. We need to be sure he’s at full erection first.”

John says, “Boss, I think he’s pretty well-“

Rex cuts him off, “Hey, you know this is my part. You two have had most of the fun so far. It’s my turn.”

Rex puts his clipboard down and sits on the couch. I have no idea what’s about to happen. Just then, Nadir moves from his shielding position and I am revealed to the crowd behind him. A random guy I can’t see shouts out, “Holy shit! He’s got a boner!”

Rex looks up at me says, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

Ben has both of my shoes off now. The crowd behind us laughs when he announces that I’m only an 8 1/2. He leaves my socks on and strokes up and down the soles of my feet. I throw my head back and scream in laughter. Dave continues to drill at my ribs and armpits. My eyes are watering and my breath is ragged. As bad as all of that is, it’s what Kevin is doing that’s pure torture. His fingers lightly trail from side to side across my lower abdomen and I’m quaking so much from the sensation, I’m afraid I’ll pull a muscle. My stomach is covered in goosebumps.

Kevin tells Dave, “Take it off.”

Dave releases my wrists long enough to pull my shirt off my body, then he retakes my wrists. His drilling attack is much more effective now that bunched fabric is no longer a hinderance.

This attack has been going on for maybe two minutes. It feels like an hour. If it really does last an hour, I seriously might not survive.

I’ve had a developing erection for quite some time now. I’m practically at ramrod stiffness at this point. But my jeans are still on. Hopefully, they’ll stay on.

I feel my right sock slide off and there’s a moment of contemplation before Ben’s strong hands begin a new attack. He does things to my foot that I didn’t know could be done. With pokes and prods and bends and stretches and strokes and swipes — tears are streaming down my face as my laughter turns to screams.

Kevin pushes the waistband of my jeans down below my hip bones, as far as they’ll go, revealing sprouts of pubic hair. He just expanded his area of attack by another two inches. The newly exposed area is even more sensitive than where I’ve already been thoroughly molested. He lowers his head and plunges his tongue into my belly button. My eyes roll back into my head. He starts kissing and sucking all over the expanse of my stomach and suddenly things have turned from tickling to sensual. Dave finds one of my hard nipples and gently tugs at it between his fingers. I moan. I can feel precum pooling in my underwear.

Ben drops my right foot and gets off long enough to work at removing my jeans. Kevin is still busy kissing and sucking my chest and stomach and I honestly don’t want him to stop. My jeans are now off. All I’m wearing is my left sock and my underwear. I feel drunk at this point. Knowing I’m way past having the strength to resist, Dave lets go of my wrists and Ben sits at my feet, but not on my legs. I just lay there like a limp ragdoll.

I hear a voice behind us, “Hey! This one’s got a boner too!”

There’s more laughter and another voice adds, “And a huge wet spot!”

Why did I have to wear blue underwear? This one’s got a boner too! I have a flash of worry about what they might be doing to Allan, but what can I do about it? Even if these three guys stood up and walked away from me right now, I don’t think I could even stand, much less help my friend.

Dave whispers in my ear, “Your beers were spiked with Viagra.”

His breath on my ear causes me to firm up another tick.

Dave begins to lightly trace his fingers around my chest, up and down my inner arms, across my armpits and even around my neck. Everywhere he touches, it’s a light tickle. Even Ben’s relentless ravaging has turned into soothing strokes.

As Kevin’s warm wet mouth makes its way to my nipples, my cock jumps up another degree firmer. The crowd notices and cheers. Kevin attacks my other nipple and happens again. I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder; this is the most raging erection of my life.

Kevin leaves my nipples long enough to stretch up and whisper in my ear, “I’m gonna make you cum.”

I’m stuck where I am. A bunch of guys are staring at me, but I’m frozen like this, with my tentpole pointing straight at the crowd.

One of the guys says, “Did you notice, this guy is bigger than the other guy, but the other guy has a bigger dick.”

Someone else says, “Yeah. A lot bigger.”

Rex repeats, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

John and Nadir appear at my sides, take me by the elbows and move me to Rex. I’m numb at this point. They maneuver me onto his lap. Rex lightly scratches my back and tingles travel up and down my spine. I get goosebumps everywhere. He starts to massage my back with his strong football player hands.

Rex says discretely into my ear for only me to hear, “Allan, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Pain is not one of feelings you will experience tonight. Humiliation — yes. Extreme, intense pleasure — yes. But pain — no. Trust me.

I quietly ask, “Why?”

He sighs, “You know why. You and Bo have been ‘chosen’. It’s a tradition. We have to see this through.”

“So, this is The Virgin Hunt?”

“Then Mindy…” I trail off.

Rex is still talking to just me, “I really am sorry. It was all a setup. But, pleasures, the likes of which you could previously only have imagined, lie ahead of you this evening. Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Even play along. That’ll make it even better.”

“The objective is still that I walk out of here tonight no longer a virgin?”

“So, why am I in your lap? When do the girls come down?”

“The tests aren’t over yet. This next one is a combination test. It mostly about sensitivity, but there’s a splash of the Gay Test in there too. Again…Allan…I will not hurt you.”

“And then the tests are over?”

“Not quite. There’s only one more test after this one. It’s part two of the Gay Test. That test will involve both you and Bo.”

“Bo? What’s happening to him?”

“As we speak, he’s going through his own version of the sensitivity test combined with part one of the Gay Test. His test is a little different than yours, but it yields the same information.”

I have a flash of worry about Bo. I’m the one who pushed us to come here tonight. What are they doing to him? Can he handle it? Can I? Rex has been massaging my shoulders this whole time. I feel tired and weak.

Rex says, “Turn facing to the right and put your right arm behind my neck.”

With minimal help from Nadir, I do as I’m told.

He says, “Allan, I’m going to make you cum now. It’s my job to make that happen. If I succeed, then you fail part one of the Gay Test. I will be relentless. I will win. You can fight it if want, and honestly that will make it even more intense for you when I succeed. And I will succeed. We’ll give this a thirty-minute time limit. If I don’t get you within the timeframe, you pass the Gay Test part one, and I stop trying. Do you understand me?”

In his lap sideways with my feet on the couch and my arm around his neck, I feel like an infant.

Rex says, “John, start the timer.”

I never even dreamed about being with a guy. Now, three huge jocks are staring at my body, touching my body and making me feel things I never knew I could feel.

Kevin says, “It seemed like you needed a break from the sensitivity test. The good news is that the sensitivity test is half over. The bad news is that the sensitivity test is only half over and it will resume after part one of the Gay Test. I have thirty minutes to bring you to orgasm. If you last that long, you pass and I stop. If I succeed, you fail and we proceed with the tests.”

I ask weakly, “The Gay Test?”

“Yes,” he says. “Part one. But don’t worry. I will succeed. I am about to take you on the ultimate vacation to pleasure town.”

My face and neck and shoulders and legs and feet are still being gently caressed by Dave and Ben.

Rex adds, “I’ll tell you the same thing that I know Rex is telling Allan — I won’t hurt you. Please believe me. It’s true. You might find it embarrassing, but really that’s just a matter of perspective. What is undeniable is that you are about to experience the sensation of a lifetime.”

My eyes pop open. “What are they doing to Allan?”

Kevin smiles, “I wish I had a friend like you. Everything you’ve been through and knowing what you still have ahead and you’re worried about your best friend. It’s sweet. And it’ll make part two of the Gay Test a lot easier.”

Ben asks, “Shall I start the timer?”

Kevin nods. He maneuvers himself between my legs and starts sucking on my neck. Why is my neck so sensitive? I had no idea. I pop goosebumps all over my arms and legs. He slides his tongue and mouth down my sternum for a long, slow journey southward. My erection bobs up and down in both anticipation and in rhythm with my heartbeat. Kevin is only halfway down my chest, but he stops to remove my underwear. I am glazed in so much precum that I feel the cold air of the room on my wet, throbbing organ. My dick points straight up at the sky, and there a few gasps from the audience.