Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. Chris Trousdale, with the help of four young fans, gets his revenge on his former band mates from the defunct Dream Street band after their humiliating attack on him in the middle of July. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or the humiliation of teenage stars, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the forty-sixth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Salem Seduction." The members of Dream Street were last mentioned in the thirty-sixth story "Aaron: Street Revenge" and the doctor has starred in two earlier stories, the latest being the sixteenth story, "Frankie and the Doctor." At the time this series was begun, this author was posting another series, The Brewster Adventures, featuring the sexual exploits of four young brothers, one preteen and the others in their teens. The thirtieth story in that series, which the author hopes to resume some day, was "The Brewsters and Dream Street Celebrate Sadie Hawkins Day." This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Due to the length of this story, it is posted in two parts. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

A VISIT TO DOCTOR REDDERIK: PART ONE

"Hello?"

"Matt?"

"Yeah."

"This is Greg."

"Oh, hey, Greg! Whatzup man?"

"I got a letter," Greg said evasively.

"You too?"

"So, you got one also?"

"From the Brewster brothers."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I did."

"Do you know if any of the others did?"

"I dunno. Funny, I was thinking of maybe phoning you this evening about the very same thing."

"So what do you make of it? You think there's anything to it?"

"I dunno. It sounds far fetched."

"Very."

"But at the same time it sounds convincing."

"It does."

"Of course we both know the Brewster brothers. They can be as convincing as a pimple on the tip of your nose and lying through their teeth."

"Yeah. They are pranksters, and damn good at it."

"But honest when you come right down to it, and caring."

"Oh yeah, they do care about others, and they're totally up front type of guys. If a guy was in need of a real friend, I can't think of anyone better than any one of them."

"So what do you think? This a prank, or are they genuinely worried about us?"

"Damned if I know."

"That makes two of us."

"Yeah," Greg replied with a frown, none the wiser.

That afternoon he'd gotten a letter hand marked all over the front and back "Confidential" and "Personal" in huge letters. Of course that caught the eye and raised the curiosity of his mother who unfortunately saw the envelop before he had a chance to slip it in his pocket. She no longer opened his mail like she used to, but that didn't prevent her from asking about his mail, and the one thing he could not do was lie to his mother. Thankfully they had never gotten into a conversation about some of the more personal stuff in his life, like his sexual experiences, where he'd have to. His past experience with the Brewster brothers was a good example.

He had put the incident with the four brothers behind him but he'd never forgotten about them. He and the rest of the Dream Street band had met them almost two years ago, after their performance at Orlando. They had thought they were meeting a fan club, only to find out the club consisted of only the four brothers, who had one thing on their mind, sex. It was a long story, but after the threat of blackmail and some fancy trickery and negotiating by the four brothers, they ended up playing in their hometown for their school's Sadie Hawkins dance, and engaging in an all out orgy with the brothers afterward. That is not something you can forget.

Then out of the blue that afternoon after two years he'd gotten a letter from the four brothers. It began innocently enough, telling him how much they enjoyed his singing and latest songs, like any other fan letter, but between the words were hints about how much they also liked his performance that night after the Sadie Hawkins dance, and how his bod turned them on. Then they hit him with why they were writing. Seems the oldest boy, Brett, had become ill while they were on holiday in Oklahoma that month, and was diagnosed with having an anti-virility virus, which supposedly lay dormant in one's testicles due to their lower body temperature, but became active if one's testicles became overheated, which evidently Brett's had. They did not say how, but reading between the lines he could hear their snickering and hints about hot sex.

Having read about there being a relationship between the temperature of one's balls and sperm count, that was the part of the letter he found convincing. The kicker was that it could only be transmitted through sperm, and could remain dormant for years, so could have been transmitted to him even as far back as two years ago, or even more likely they intimated in the letter, Brett could have gotten it from him or one of the others in the band that night they'd spent together. So they were encouraging everyone they'd had sex with to get checked, and even gave the name, address and phone number of the doctor who had treated them in Oklahoma City. It was all very suspicious, but all very believable too, and especially giving the name of the doctor who could verify their information.

"Tell you what. I'll phone Frankie and see if he got the letter too, and you give Jesse a call."

"Sure. Who's gonna phone Chris?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the phone. "Damn if I'm going to. In fact I hope he's infected and the letter to him got lost."

There was a long pause at Matt's end. "If he is infected, you know what that could mean, for three of us especially."

"Yeah," Greg replied, realizing what Matt meant. He, Matt and Frankie had forced the son- of-a-bitch to have sex with them back in July, the result of a revenge plan getting totally out of hand. "Well, let's see what the others think first."

Two quick phone calls confirmed that Frankie had received the disturbing letter also, and was just as uncertain about its validity as Matt and Greg. Jesse had not, but then with his travelling about the country and spending time in California on his filming and in New York with his singing, it was easy to have gotten waylaid. He too, did not know what to make of it. A third call made by Greg verified that there was indeed a doctor by the name of Erin Redderik in Oklahoma City who specialized in youth medicine, especially boys, and in talking directly to him, he confirmed that he was not only aware of the virus, but was the leading authority on it in the country. Of course he could not reveal who his patients were, but advised Greg if one of them had the virus and had contacted him, then the sooner he could make an appointment to see him the better, and when Greg asked, replied if there were several of them who had been contacted he could see them as a group if they so wished. In fact, he advised, it would be more expedient to do so.

It was not how the four former members of Dream Street had imagined getting together again, but the following Monday the four met in the outer office of one Doctor Erin Redderik in Oklahoma City. None of them knew if the others were sexually active, but knowing Jesse and Aaron Carter were lovers, the others wondered if he'd said anything to him yet. The truth was, Jesse was not so sure this wasn't just another Brewster scam, and he was not about to worry his boyfriend until he knew he had the disease. Aaron had enough on his mind with his tour and with the difficulty his mother and father were going through at the time. As for the fifth member of their former band, Chris Trousdale, they had decided since he'd made no effort to contact them they would not bother contacting him, and other than Jesse who did have a warm heart and who, unbeknownst to the others, had engaged in sex with him and Stevie Brock just a month ago after the three of them had performed at the Hudson Riverfest in Albany, none of them were concerned about him. Jesse figured he could still make the call, if he had to, after the checkup.

As the boys paced and fidgeted in the waiting room, Doctor Erin Redderik smiled as he paused in the hallway on the way to the examination room and watched them over the top of his glasses. Making young boys fret about their health was one of the many things the fifty-year-old doctor enjoyed. Boys were always taking chances with their health, thinking they were invincible, and making them worry was not a bad thing, especially when there was no reason for them to be worrying. He had no idea who these Brewster boys were, or how they had found out about him, but looking over the four handsome, worried celebrity teens he did know that he owned the brothers big time. That he knew as well as he knew there was no such thing as an anti-virility virus.

He had been surprised to get the letter from the brothers telling him that they wanted to play a prank on three celebrities and that they knew he was an expert on humiliating arrogant, spoiled teens who needed to be brought down a peg. That was true. He knew boys very well, and he knew boy celebs almost as well, having a sixteen-year-old daughter who with her friends was into boy bands big time. So, the first possibility for the letter that came to his mind was that the four brothers were boyfriends of girls who were smitten by these three members of the former Dream Street band and they wanted to get even with them. He could understand their envy. He himself envied these young punk teenagers who jetted around the world and had thousands of teenage girls swooning over them. It certainly was not a life he'd lead as a teenage boy.

There was another possibility. These four Brewster brothers could be fans who had been snubbed by the three celebrity teens, likely he suspected because they were guys and the band was composed of macho straight boys with a phobia about gays. In that the boys had named three of the five former members of the band lead more credence to that theory than his first one, the four brothers likely having hit on these three boys specifically. That all four boys were gay or bi was a stretch, he had to admit, but it was not an impossibility, and of course it could be only one was and the other brothers were throwing in their support. That a fourth member of the former band had also shown up but not the fifth was curious, but then knowing the competition in the music industry, and a bit about the spat the boys had had with each other and their producers, a devastating event in the eyes of his daughter and her friends at the time, it was quite explainable.

Another thing that was explainable when he thought about it was how the Brewster boys had known about him. Considering he'd been playing his own scams on young celebrities for several years, and on the local teenage boys even longer, that his well-guarded secret had finally leaked out was to be expected. That was worrisome. If these totally unknown brothers knew, then who had told them, and whom else had they told? The general population did not particularly hold boylovers in esteem, especially married boylovers who were also doctors, and he figured even more so those who messed around with teenage heartthrobs. That had been worrisome, but the opportunity that had presented itself when he'd received the letter was just too tempting to decline. The problem he would address later.

He smiled and stroked his closely trimmed beard, the black having recently become streaked with a bit of grey like his temples, which many said made him look even more distinguished, and he felt a stirring in his trousers as he thought about the fun he'd planned for the next twenty-four hours. That there were four boys in his waiting room instead of three didn't alter the plan, and quite frankly, the addition of the hot-looking Jesse McCartney just made his plan all the hotter. His cock swelling with anticipation, he made sure the medical equipment he was going to need was all in place and he checked out his recording equipment to be sure everything was in operating order. He knew having himself videotaped was taking a huge risk, but from what the Brewster boys had said in their letter to him, they already had enough on him to turn him in if they wanted, and also from what they'd said, he was pretty confident he could trust them, being able to watch the boys' humiliation by live cam being the only pay the brothers had wanted in return for setting up the teens in the waiting room.

At that very moment, the four brothers were sitting at home before their computer and waiting with anticipation and throbbing boners as the live cam was turned on and they leaned forward for a better look at the room where the action was about to take place. They had no idea exactly what that action was going to be, but they were confident it was going to be good, and it was going to be hot. Using the skills of Doctor Redderik had been Brett's idea.

As his three brothers would have readily said, he was the brains of the four of them, with Bobby certain to have added that he didn't mind in that he was the cute one. From what Chris Trousdale had told them, Matt, Greg and Frankie deserved everything that they were about to get.

When Chris had phoned and told the four brothers he needed their help in getting back at three of his former band mates, they were more than willing, always eager for a good prank, and especially remembering the sarcastic remarks the three had made about gay boys the night they'd first met. They were even more willing when they pried out of Chris what his three former band mates had done to him. Pranks were one thing, but they'd gone way beyond pranks in the opinion of the four brothers. They never did explain to Chris just what the doctor did, nor how it was that they knew about him, but given that the boys claimed to have had sex from everything and everyone from Greek gods to Satan himself and from Rickey Martin to sasquatches, he didn't ask. When they'd phoned him back and not only said they'd set everything up but had given him the URL to pick up the live cam so he could actually watch the action he could not believe it.

"If you boys will follow me, Doctor Redderik will see you now."

As the four boys followed the shapely young nurse, their eyes immediately dropped to her buttocks, the curvature revealed by her tight fitting uniform. She was in her mid twenties, but that did not stop the boys from fantasizing. Not only did she have a nice ass, but she had huge boobs, D cup for sure, nicely revealed by her low-cut blouse. Normally all four boys would have felt a stirring in their pants, but on this morning nothing was happening. They hoped that it was simply anxiety over the meeting with the doctor though they all feared it was something much worse. Little did they know that the medication the doctor had Nurse Parker give them an hour ago when they had arrived for their appointment was a strong diuretic and an even stronger dose of potassium nitrate, also known as saltpetre, a chemical every schoolboy knows is used to curb sexual desire and is generously mixed into the mashed potatoes in school cafeterias and summer school camps. The room she lead them to was a simple, typical examination room with several instruments laid out on a tray on a trolley, various charts on the walls, a single examination table covered with a white paper, and two stools, one high and one low. The only thing unusual about the room was the hidden cam, which only the doctor knew about.

The Brewster brothers were surprised to see the presence of Jesse when the four filed into the room, but there was not much they could do about it, and besides, he was one hot looking dude and watching him being humiliated by the doctor was going to be a bonus. Chris was surprised to see Jesse there also, and sorry in that Jesse had not been part of the revenge the other three had taken out on him, but like the Brewsters, he figured there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, he really was not all that upset at Jesse's presence. Despite his experiences with guys and recently with Jesse, he had engaged in guy-guy sex out of necessity or because he hadn't had any choice. When you came right down to it, unlike the others, Jesse was a fag, and as far as he was concerned, fags had no right to share the earth with the likes of him.

"Thank you Nurse Parker," Doctor Redderik said as he entered the room. "I would like you to stay in case I need some help with these boys' exam."

"Of course, Doctor."

"Now, then, let's see, we have Matt Ballinger, Greg Raposo, Jesse McCartney, and Frankie Galasso," he said, glancing at the boys and each nodding as his name was called. "Now then, exactly why have you boys made an appointment with me?"

"Ah, well," began Frankie, the oldest of the four, "ah, well, you see, we, ah got this letter, saying we might have, ah, well," he stumbled, glancing at Nurse Parker and then whispering, "an anti-virility virus."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that last part, could you repeat that, a bit louder?"

"An anti-virility virus."

"Oh, I see, you're concerned about your loss of virility," the doctor responded loud enough for the outer room to hear, never mind Nurse Parker. The boys immediately turned bright red. "Well, boys, let me explain a few basics about virility to you." The boys fidgeted and glanced at each other self-consciously, wishing the nurse would leave and wondering if this was such a good idea to see him as a group. A guy didn't talk about his virility, or lack of it actually, in front of his buddies, and certainly not front of a woman, even if she was a nurse. "There are three things that determine virility in a male," Doctor Redderik explained, delighting in their embarrassment, and despite their humiliation, they all leaned in to listen closely. So did Nurse Parker, for reasons other than professional. "First of course are physical factors, your health, your age, and things like that. Basically, a real man has the body of a man. If there is anything effeminate about his physique then there is reason to suspect his virility." Doctor Redderik purposefully glanced at Matt, causing the eighteen-year-old blond to purse his lips and stare down at the floor with even more embarrassment, knowing very well what the doctor was suggesting. His three buddies knew also. Of the four of them, with his pale complexion, fine hair, and fine features, he looked the most effeminate. "So, the first thing we'll need to do his give each of you a physical." The boys sighed with relief. No problem there. They were healthy, and as manly as they come, and they had thousands of screaming girl fans who would support them on that.

"The second is mental. The mind is a powerful factor in everything we do, and there is a large body of research out there that shows that men think differently from women." There was no problem there. They definitely thought like boys, and after scores of interviews with fan mags and public signings, they had a good idea how girls thought, which was not like them. "Of course there are gay boys, who don't think like real men, but don't think like women either," Doctor Redderik added, having observed the look of confidence on the faces of the four boys regarding the first two sources of virility. Strong confidence made what he had in mind all the better and it would make their self-doubt all the more devastating when it occurred, but throwing in a curve once in a while to question their confidence was a good thing too, and from the looks on their faces he'd succeeded in doing that. Jesse in particular wondered if the doctor was going to be able to tell he was gay, not that he had a problem with that. He was gay, and comfortable being gay, but he knew if word of that got out to his fans it could hurt his career, a lot. Besides, he was not ready to come out to his family quite yet, and he especially didn't want to draw any suspicion on Aaron. The guys knew he and Aaron were an item, but as far as he knew, nobody else did, and Aaron certainly didn't need that revealed in his life right now.

"The last," continued the doctor with a suppressed smile, having seen the return of concern with his last statement, "is what I call soul. I don't mean in a religious sense. It is a person's spirit, his beliefs if you will, the principles that guide his behaviour."

The boys frowned, not so sure what that was about, but figuring if it meant virility was behaving like a man, there was no problem there either, even for Jesse. You see the stereotypical queer on TV shows all the time, mincing and feminine and acting like a bitch. Jesse was not like that at all, and they certainly weren't.

Nurse Parker frowned also. There was nothing in the doctor's little lesson that she didn't know already, and hadn't known since she'd reached puberty. She was very well aware how a real man looked, thought, and behaved, and what he found attractive in a woman, attributes she knew she was not lacking in, something else she'd known since puberty.

"So, let's start by seeing what sort of bodies you four have. Strip down to your underwear and we'll take some measurements." The boys glanced at each other, and at Nurse Parker. They'd expected they'd have to take an exam, but strip to their underwear in front of a woman? They were macho, but they were boys, and that was embarrassing, even if she was a nurse. "Nurse Parker, I'd like you to record the information on these exam charts for me as I take these boys' measurements," Doctor Redderik said, confirming she would be sticking around. The boys slowly and with growing embarrassment removed their clothing until they were standing there in only their briefs, three of them having selected their favourite and what they figured their sexiest boxers, knowing they'd be stripping before each other, and Matt having put on his white, Calvin Klein bikini briefs for the same reason.

"Now then, your name and date of birth," the doctor began, turning to Frankie.

"Frankie Galasso," Frankie replied, "January 24, 1985." At eighteen and seven months, Frankie was the oldest of the four. Darkly handsome with a well developed, muscular body, the result of doing five hundred pushups every day, he had no concerns about this part of the exam as he stood there in his sexy, black Tommy Hilfiger boxers. To his surprise as the doctor took his height and weight and his chest, waist, and hip measurements and called them out, he hummed and tsked and frowned. He wanted to ask if everything was all right, but afraid what the answer might be, he stood there silently, wondering what the doctor was thinking, and the others.

Greg, four months younger and only slightly shorter, stepped up next in his red plaid boxers by Structure. His muscles were more defined, a feature that he accented by wearing muscle shirts or open shirts in his performances, but to his surprise he received the same unspoken assessment as Frankie had, and the same tsking and humphing. He could not help glancing over at Nurse Parker with each humph and tsk. Normally he would have been embarrassed being seen in just his underwear by a woman, and what would have been of an even greater concern would have been the likelihood of popping a boner in the presence of a woman as stacked as she was even though she was seven years older than he was. To his surprise, and consternation, despite those last thoughts, he was having no physical reaction at all. Realizing that could mean he had the virus, instead of focussing on something else to avoid popping a boner as he would normally have done, he found himself purposefully staring at her D cup sized boobs, provocatively revealed in her low-cut uniform, and at her shapely ass, also provocatively revealed in her tight skirt. To his dismay there was still not the slightest reaction.

Matt, only two weeks older than Greg, was actually the shortest and thinnest of the four, and as was mentioned, who with his pale skin, fine, blond hair and slenderness, looked the most effeminate. Of the four he was the most nervous about the exam. Doctor Redderik sensed that immediately, and he played it up all the more, shaking his head as he took his measurements and tsking even louder. Impressed by the above average physiques of the first two boys, Nurse Parker could see why the doctor was more critical of Matt, but even so she knew that the measurements were nothing to really be alarmed about other than the boy could add a bit of weight and muscle. Matt, knowing even before they'd entered the reception room of the hospital, that of the four he'd come out the worst on the exam, and being concerned about his physique like all teenage boys are, even when they are eighteen, he, like Greg, concentrated on Nurse Parker, figuring if he popped a boner in her presence, as embarrassing as that might be, it would at least prove his virility. To his dismay, nothing was happening, no matter how hard he concentrated and no matter how erotic his thoughts.

"Jesse McCartney, April 9, 1987." At sixteen and five months, Jesse was the youngest of the four but taller and heavier than Matt, and though his muscles were not as sharply defined as Greg's nor Frankie's, he was in very good shape, a necessity for his acting and singing career. Standing there in his Extreme Zone print boxers, he was not so concerned about the physical as he was about other things the doctor had said about gay boys being different from straight. He carefully studied the doctor's face for the slightest sign that he knew, but as with the others, the doctor said nothing and simply tsked and grunted.

"So?" asked Jesse as the doctor concluded, not just for himself but for all of them.

"Hmm, well, we've only just begun the exam," the doctor said. "I wouldn't make any judgements so early." He paused as if thinking of something. "I did notice none of you boys had any difficulties standing here in just your underwear in front of Nurse Parker, if you know what I mean," he said, raising one eyebrow. He had, actually, noticed more than that. He'd noticed the looks particularly that Greg and Matt had been giving his shapely nurse, and knowing teenage boys well, he knew exactly what was going on in their minds. "Most boys would have had an embarrassing reaction," he observed, causing them even more embarrassment than if they had. "That could be a sign of an anti-virility virus."

If any of the four had not been thinking that, they were now, and the renewed look of anxiety on their faces sent a thrill up the doctor's spine. He so loved to play with boys' minds, and that was not difficult boys being so open and easy to read. Of course Frankie, Greg and Matt were even more embarrassed having the doctor make the observation in front of the nurse, and Jesse, for whom a shapely woman did nothing, became even more concerned what the doctor might find out about him in this examination. As for Nurse Parker, she was well aware of the effect she had on men, and in the three years working with Doctor Redderik especially on impressionable teenage boys, but she had not noticed their total lack of any reaction. Her admiration for Doctor Redderik's skill and powers of observation when dealing with the young male, which was already very high, increased still further.

"Well, then," he continued, turning to Matt, "let's drop those briefs and take a closer look, shall we?" Matt swallowed hard and glanced over at Nurse Parker. To his surprise she stood there as expressionlessly as if the doctor had asked him to stick out his tongue and say ah. Actually, the first time the doctor had suggested that a boy drop his underwear in her presence she too had been shocked, but the doctor had explained later that he was in fact telling the boys that there was nothing wrong with exposing their bodies, and that their privates were nothing to be ashamed of. It was, actually, a very healthy attitude to foster. "Oh, don't worry about Nurse Parker," the doctor said with a smile. "I'm sure there is nothing in there that she has not seen hundreds of times." That was true, professionally of course, and she knew his joking, causal approach was to help reduce the embarrassment of his patients. It was all part of his personality, which made him one of the most popular doctors on staff.

The comment had done nothing to reduce Matt's embarrassment, and flushing a bright red, he pushed down his briefs and then on the doctor's instructions stepped out of them. He stepped out of his underwear every day without a problem, but in front of the young nurse you'd think he was still learning to dress and undress himself as they tangled about his ankle and as he staggered unsteadily first on one foot and then the other. Glancing away from her and seeing the embarrassment for him in his former band mates' eyes did not help. Not knowing where to look he stared straight ahead as the doctor cupped his balls and told him to cough, and then rolled his balls in their loose sac.

Doctor Redderik took his time, slowly fiddling with the effeminate young teen's balls. They were warm and sweaty from his bikini briefs, and the boy was well-hung. He slowly rolled the eggs in their loose sack and stretched the skin between his thumb and forefinger.

Crossing his left arm across his chest and resting his right elbow on it as he brought his fingers to his face and stared down at the boy's crotch as if deep in thought, he inhaled deeply, relishing the musky aroma of the teenager's balls and the unhindered view of his privates. He went on to examine Matt's penis, sitting down on the low stool and gently lifting the flaccid tube up and leaning forward to examine it more closely, and to inhale its fragrance also. He ever so slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive knob it had encased. The penis really was a magnificent organ, and he imagined God had to have spent a lot of time when he'd designed that particular part of the male's anatomy.

"I see a bit of redness here just below the glans," he observed, running a fingertip along the sensitive skin he'd exposed. Matt looked down in horror as he felt his organ responding. He couldn't get it up thinking of Nurse Parker, but he was about to pop a boner being fondled by a man! "Nurse, will you get me that vial of salve on the counter, the one with the white lid." He gently ran a fingertip along the sensitive skin again, causing Matt to swell a bit more. It was with the greatest difficulty that he repressed his smile. Waiting until she was standing right beside them and reaching down to hand the doctor the vial, he looked up at Matt. "Tell me, do you bathe regularly?"

"Ah, yeah, of course. Daily." What sort of question was that to ask a guy in front of his buddies, and a woman!

"And when you wash your penis, do you pull the skin back and wash under your skin thoroughly with soap?"

Matt wanted to shrink up to nothing and disappear. What did he expect?

He was eighteen for fucksake, not eight! "Yeah, of course," he croaked, and the way his voice broke it had to sound like he was lying.

Generously applying the salve, which was actually a desensitizing cream commonly prescribed to men who suffered from premature ejaculation due to having an overly sensitive glans, Doctor Redderik gave Matt's half-erect dick a parting squeeze. Going on to Frankie, he similarly began by fiddling with his balls. They were larger than Matt's but not hung quite so low, and much hairier. As he rolled them between his fingers, he noticed Frankie's penis slowly begin to swell and again he smiled to himself as he thought how mortified the eighteen-year-old must be getting an erection from being handled by a man. He took his time before finally lifting up his semierect penis and inspecting it. In his embarrassment Frankie hadn't noticed the doctor hadn't washed his hands between handling Matt's penis and his own, and none of them noticed he was not wearing plastic gloves.

"Has your shaft always been so heavily veined?"

"Uh, ah, I guess," Frankie replied. He knew the veins on his penis were more prominent that most guys, but he'd never considered that a problem before. In fact, he'd considered that a sign of manliness, but he detected a hint of concern in the doctor's voice.

"Nurse, come look at this. They are very prominent."

Oh God! A woman bending over to look at his penis should have been highly erotic but under the circumstances it was totally embarrassing. As much as he wanted to pop a boner to prove his virility, he definitely did not want to at that precise moment. With all the blood having rushed to his cheeks, plus the saltpetre and the desensitizing cream left on the doctor's fingers, he did not know he didn't have a worry. When the doctor dipped his fingers into the jar and smeared the cooling cream over his knob, he was too embarrassed to ask why.

Jesse was next and the doctor spent an even longer time stroking his tender eggs and rolling them between his fingers, delighting in watching the boy's cock slowly begin to swell and delighting even more in the look of mortification in his eyes. Jesse was one hot looking teenage hunk, and he was rapidly swelling himself as he fondled the boy's balls. As he'd done with Matt, the doctor carefully examined his penis as the boy stood there blushing and his heart high in his chest with anxiety. Also as he'd done with Matt, he slowly pulled back the sixteen-year-old's foreskin to expose his glans. As he gently ran his fingertip along the skin immediately below his knob he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a shudder from the embarrassed teen. "Have you always been tender there?" he asked, knowing that every boy was.

"Ah, yeah, I guess."

"You do pull your skin back and wash there with soap."

"Yeah. Of course."

Doctor Redderik smiled to himself knowing how embarrassing that question was when asked alone, never mind in front of one's buddies and a nurse. He applied a generous dollop of the desensitizing cream to the knob of the now tense and anxious teenager. The boy would have great difficulty getting an erection for the next few hours. He himself had a raging boner and the seven inches was demanding attention.

Greg was last, and again he was too embarrassed and worried to notice that the doctor did not wash hands before handling his balls, and then his penis. Doctor Redderik applied the cream to his knob also without making a comment. It would have been suspicious to suggest all four boys had a redness or a tenderness. As for Greg, like Frankie, he was too embarrassed to ask why the cream was being applied.

"Now, let's have a look at those prostates," he said matter of factly. "Nurse Parker, will you get me a pair of rubber gloves please." The boys could not believe it. They knew enough about the male anatomy and physical exams to know what a prostate was, and how a doctor checked it. He could not possibly be planning on doing that in front of all of them, and certainly not in front of the nurse! "You boys didn't seem to have any problems having your testicles and penis handled," he observed. "You've been touched there by a guy before?"

Their upcoming prostate exam suddenly forgotten, the boys didn't know how to reply to the totally unexpected question. They'd had physicals before, but not once had a doctor ever made that observation, nor asked that question! They had of course all been touched there by another guy before, and not professionally as part of an examination, but it certainly was not something they regularly did or were used to as the doctor had implied. They wanted to say that, but they were too embarrassed to even say yes never mind discuss the details. They each found themselves nodding sheeplishly and even though they knew how that looked they could not explain their answer.

"Celebrities," he tsked as he shook his head. "You certainly do lead a different life style from us normal folk." The boys glanced at each other, their hearts sinking.

It was not like that at all, but each knew that his chance to explain had passed. To say anything now would sound like a lie or an excuse. Besides, they had been touched there, by each other, and by other guys, so what more was there really to explain?

Selecting Jesse first, he had him turn around and bend over and pull apart his ass cheeks. Having performed thousands of prostate exams on young boys, the fifty-year-old doctor easily slipped his lubed, gloved finger up the boy's rectum. He quickly found the boy's prostate and stroked it. Despite the saltpetre, Jesse could not help but begin to swell with that type of stimulation and there was nothing he could do to hide the fact. He closed his eyes and prayed that the doctor would hurry up and get this over before he became totally erect. "Hmm, enjoying that are we?" Doctor Redderik observed in a clinical voice. "I figured my finger went in particularly easily." Jesse's eyes popped open in mortification as his face turned beet red!

When she'd first heard the doctor making that comment to a young boy Nurse Parker had been shocked and had wondered how the doctor could embarrass a boy so, all boys being concerned about their masculinity, which the statement definitely questioned, and being embarrassed by the procedure besides. When he later explained to her that he was joking with them and trying to make the embarrassing procedure less uncomfortable, and that he later explained to them that their response was perfectly natural, she accepted his explanation. He was, after all, the doctor, and had a very solid reputation. Jesse of course did not see it as a joke, and he did not know how to respond. There was no question what the doctor was implying, and despite not being ashamed of being gay, admitting it vocally and in front of a woman was not something that was easy to do, and especially since it was really none of their business. In that the doctor didn't really seem to be expecting an answer, he didn't give him one. As the doctor called Frankie over next and had him assume the same position, Jesse fretted if saying nothing had been the wisest decision.

"Hmm, Nurse Parker, come look at this." The handsome, eighteen-year-old heartthrob of thousands of girls stood there in total humiliation as the nurse squatted down behind him beside the doctor and examined his asshole as he pulled apart his ass cheeks. "This is a good opportunity for you to see the growth pattern of anal hair in its initial stages," the doctor instructed, tracing the fine hairs along Frankie's crack and his anus and causing a shiver of arousal to ripple up his spine and up the core of his shaft. His arousal was lost in his overwhelming humiliation. Slowly inserting his lubed and gloved finger, Doctor Redderik massaged the eighteen-year-old's prostate, knowing the pleasure that he was giving him, and the embarrassment he was feeling, and if he was like most eighteen-year-old straight boys, the confusion in his mind as tried to rationalize why having a man stick his finger up his ass was getting him aroused.

Matt and Greg watched with growing apprehension as they waited their turn. Deciding to come as a group had definitely been a mistake! Instead of being moral support for each other, this was proving to be totally humiliating. It was too late now and so they took their turns, bending over and pulling apart their ass cheeks and standing there wishing the doctor would get it over with and praying that they did not do anything to cause the doctor to make an insinuating remark about them as they had with Jesse. It seemed to take him forever. Knowing the pleasure that a boy felt, and the angst that caused, the straight boys afraid their response was an indication there was something gay about them, and the gay boys afraid it was revealing their secret, Doctor Redderik took great delight in this particular part of the physical examination. That the four boys he was "examining" that afternoon were handsome, famous teenage heartthrobs drooled over by thousands of teenage girls made that afternoon all the more enjoyable.

"Now then," he said as he removed the gloves and washed his hands, "let's have a closer look at those chests. After measuring Greg's muscle tone, he squeezed and massaged his firm pecs, impressed by the eighteen-year-old's musculature. Most young men he examined were not in such good shape. That was one of the love-hate things he had with celebrities. Those who looked after themselves and had great physiques because of strict diets and strenuous physical activity because having a great body was part of their success as a musician or an actor he admired. It took perseverence and a strong character and he appreciated and understood the effort it took. Those he also envied, having never had such a build himself as a teenager, being, as he was now, on the heavy side. For those other teen celebrities who let their high living and easy access to sweets, soda pop and rich food, or their dependence on fast foods in their busy lives, ruin their health and turn their bodies to flab, he envied them their success and riches and that they didn't have to be concerned about their looks, but also hated them for being able to indulge in their excesses, having never had the money to do so himself as a youth nor a college student.

He brushed the fleshy pad of his palm against Greg's nipple, sending a ripple of irritation through it and he smiled as the boy tensed. He continued "accidentally" brushing against it until the teenage boy's nipples were firm and sticking out painfully and obviously. He knew the boy had to be embarrassed by his reaction, and especially as the result of being touched by a man.

He called up Jesse next, and as he similarly "inspected" his chest he again "accidentally" brushed against his nipples with the pad of his hand, and as he massaged and squeezed the boy's adolescent breasts, he noted that one sign of virility in a boy was having firm, flat, muscular chests, not flabby, soft breasts of a girl, not saying that Jesse's were fat or flabby but certainly leaving the insinuation. As in the case of his earlier insinuation, Jesse was too surprised by the totally unexpected and unfounded comment to object or to question if the doctor was in fact making an insinuation. As the naked teenager stepped back, his teats swollen and jutting out like some slut's, he again wondered if giving the doctor the benefit of the doubt and remaining quiet had been the best choice. He was also beginning to think the doctor was singling him out for his insinuations.

The doctor similarly massaged and squeezed Matt's pecs, and he observed as he ran a fingertip over his areole and his hard, projecting teat, that women enjoyed having their breasts massaged and played with. With thrills of stimulation rippling through his aroused teats and with his nipples clearly erect and burning, Matt took that the only way he could, that the doctor was making the observation that women liked having their tits played with and evidently so did he, and as such implying that he wasn't all the man he was supposed to be. He didn't come right out and say he was gay, but he might just as well have. Of course the doctor could also have just been making an observation about women and not implying a thing, making small talk as he conducted his exam as doctors and dentists often do. Not know which way the doctor had meant it, and not knowing what to say if he was making an accusation, Matt chose to say nothing. Like Jesse, as the naked teenager stood back with his nipples obviously aroused, he wondered if being quiet had been the right thing to do, and like Jesse, he too was beginning to think the doctor was singling him out.

Although she took offense to the obviously sexist remark and could see the boys were embarrassed for her, Nurse Parker kept quiet also, as she had on previous occasions when the doctor had made the comment to young boys in her presence. She was, after all, the nurse and he the doctor and her boss, and she knew he was just making small talk with the boys and talking to them at their level, all boys having some pretty sexist ideas about women and breasts. It was that rapport and understanding with young boys that made him the success he was. Besides, she had to admit, she did like to have her breasts played with.

As with Greg, the doctor could not help but be impressed with Frankie's solid, muscular chest and top muscle tone. At eighteen, he had lost his boyish chest fat, but he was still too young to have developed the bulk and hardness that came with adulthood, at least for those adults who looked after their bodies. Lost in his own pleasure as he massaged and squeezed Frankie's pecs and brushed his fingertips over his nipples, Doctor Redderik momentarily forgot that he and Frankie were not alone.

"You know," he said critically, finally finishing with Frankie and stepping back to look at the four boys standing there naked and with their irritated nipples protruding and itching, "a real man doesn't shave his chest."

The four boys glanced at each other. "Ah, we don't," observed Frankie.

"Oh?" replied the doctor as if in surprise. "I'd just assumed at your age, and well, the lack of even a single strand of hair. . . . Well, that is significant," he said softly, as if talking to himself. "Chest hair is a sign of virility in the male, and if you have not been shaving your chests, then perhaps. . . ." The implication was clear, at least to the four boys. Anti-virility virus! "Nurse Parker, make a note of that." Doctor Redderik paused as if in deep thought, though in reality having rehearsed this scenario in his mind days ago. "I suppose we'd best double check that your lack of hair follicle stimulating hormones is not virus related." The boys glanced at each other. They knew that many girls were turned on by guys with smooth chests, but they also knew that having a hairy chest was a sign of a real man and that there were many girls who'd be even more turned on by the idea of running their fingers through a man's chest hairs. Ever since they'd hit puberty, they, like every other boy on the planet, had checked almost daily for the first signs of pit hair, the first silky wisps of lip hair, and yes, the first appearance of chest hair.

"That is easily done," Doctor Redderik continued as he walked around the boys, "all we need to do is shave a patch where you have grown hair and see if it grows back in." If it grows back in? Each of the boys instinctively reached up and touched his scalp. Like almost all teenage boys, they spent hours combing, teasing, and pampering their hair. As celebrities, they knew that the style, colour and length of their hair were major topics among their female fans, and just as important to their careers as their voices. Doctor Redderik was well aware of that also.

"Not our heads," observed Greg, having recently topped his with a blond tint. "We, you know, have to perform."

"Hmm, I see your point, especially if it doesn't grow back in." That was a cruel suggestion, and Doctor Redderik felt a thrill of arousal at the look of angst on the faces of the boys as they considered the fact they could already be going bald. "I suppose we could shave you where it is not so public," he observed, glancing down between their legs and suppressing a smile. That was, of course, what he'd had in mind all along. He did so love playing with boys' minds, and it was particularly enjoyable when things fell into place, and particularly where his victim, well, patient, took an active role in his own embarrassment. "Nurse Parker, will you get me a basin of warm water, and a straight razor and some shaving cream. Now, which of you would like to step up to the table first?"

Matt didn't particularly want to be shaven, but he knew first or last, it was going to be done, so he stepped forward and perched on the edge of the examination table. He did not know what was worse, having the doctor lather up his hairs and balls, the embarrassment of being shaved in front of everyone, the horror of seeing his curly strawberry blond pubic curls being shorn, or having his penis and testicles handled by the fat, balding fifty-year-old doctor as he sat there shaving him. He discovered there was something even worse than any of those as he hopped down from the table, his pubes as smooth and bald as a babe, and the doctor told Nurse Parker to dry him off as he started on the next patient. Feeling like a child again and too embarrassed to say anything, he stood there helplessly as the shapely nurse dried off his groin and privates. He discovered, with even greater angst, that there was still something even worse. He was experiencing a teenage boy's wildest fantasy, standing there totally naked and having his privates towelled by a young, stacked, nurse, and was not feeling the slightest sign of arousal. She had to be very much aware of that, as, he was sure, was everyone else in the room.

She did, and although she knew that anxiety could be the cause of the lack of any reaction, she also knew that far more boys popped a boner instantly, this not being the first time the doctor had asked her to towel off a young boy he'd just shaven. She had never heard of an anti-virility virus before, but she was seeing plenty of evidence of its existence. So were the four hapless patients as one by one they went through the embarrassment of having their public locks shaven and then being towelled by the stacked nurse, Frankie also having the indignity of having the hairs along his ass crack and butthole shaven.

Doctor Redderik was very much aware of the embarrassment and the angst he was causing, and the looks on the faces of the four boys practically had him creaming his shorts. Telling Nurse Parker that would be all for a while, he had to step out of the room and take some time to cool off before continuing. That he was making the boys wait and fret over what had happened certainly didn't hurt either!

"I don't want to alarm you," he said in his most sympathetic voice upon his return, "but I could not help noticing you boys haven't had any reaction to Nurse Parker. Now I realize there is a very obvious reason for that besides the possibility of an anti-virility virus," he observed, pausing to observe the look of angst such a comment would normally cause boys who were concerned about their sexuality, and noticing also the look of guilt on Jesse's face and the others inadvertently flicking a glance in his direction. "Actually a number of possible obvious reasons," he continued, delighting in playing with their minds, "anxiety being the most obvious." That had not been the number one choice by the boys and he knew it. "Anyway," he said cheerfully, "let's continue. Next I'd like to check out your strength. Slip on those hospital gowns and follow me." Doctor Redderik smiled as he lead his four ducklings followed by Nurse Parker through the hospital, taking the longest route possible. He loved the embarrassment of a teenage boy being seen in a flimsy, mid- thigh long, open backed hospital gown.

Arriving at the exercise room, he had them remove their gowns and took the measurements of their thighs, which he could not resist caressing and which he knew would cause them distress as their bodies reacted, and their biceps, which he had to admit were impressive, hmming ominously all the while. He then had them do a dozen pushups as rapidly as they could. The sight of four naked teenage hotties doing pushups brought an image to his mind, and to Nurse Parker's, that caused both of them to fidget. The boys thought the same thing, and to their dismay, even that thought resulted in no reaction between their legs.

"Now then, let's begin with these one pound weights. I want you to raise them shoulder high by bringing your arms up directly in front of you, and then lowering them and raising them again but this time with your arms at your sides." He demonstrated using the pair he'd set aside, and then nodded to the weights he'd set aside for the boys, weights that were five times the weight he told them. The boys were surprised, and dismayed, to find how heavy the one pound weights were. Even so, being physically active, they did not have that much difficulty, nor with the two and three pound weights, which were in reality ten and fifteen.

Telling Nurse Parker to take a break and to send in Nurse Bjornson, the boys were expecting a gorgeous blond Swede and their hopes went up. To their disappointment, Nurse Bjornson was Swedish, but as old as their mothers, and built like a wrestler. By this time they had switched to barbells and were struggling with the impossibly heavy, supposedly twenty pound weights held above their heads when she stepped through the door. Now, the sight of four handsome, sweating, naked boys, arms raised above their heads and their privates openly in view would have phased any woman of any age no matter how experienced, and Nurse Bjornson could not help glancing down at the crotches of the four boys whom she recognized from albums her daughters had. Their privates were of impressive size though she could not be sure, their naked pubes possibly making them look larger than they really were. She was surprised to notice the lack of any pubic hair. She was also surprised at the difficulty they were having with the supposedly twenty-pound weights, especially given the physiques of the four boys, and she wondered what her daughters would think if they knew just what sort of weaklings the boys really were. The boys were well aware of what their girl fans would think, and what Nurse Bjornson had to be thinking, and they themselves could not believe the difficulty they were having. It was looking more and more like they did have the virus after all!

Telling Nurse Bjornson what he needed for the next part of the exam, Doctor Redderik dismissed her and stopped the boys before they hurt themselves. "Remember when I said one of the three things that determine virility was a person's soul, their behaviour?" The boys nodded as they gasped for breath, glad for the break. "One thing that distinguishes boys from girls is that boys aren't offended by their bodies and their natural functions. Show me a young boy who doesn't find farts and fart jokes fascinating and I'll show you a sissy." The boys all nodded in agreement. "Grown men are not offended by their body functions either. Now women misinterpret that as being crude, but men know some things are simply natural. Take sweat for example.

Women find sweat offensive, but a real man isn't offended by sweat, or its smell. After a workout like this for example, women would never check out the odour of their own pits, or check out whose pits are the skunkiest. Now, if you excuse me a moment, I have to go check on Nurse Bjornson."

The boys stared at the closing door and then glanced at each other, the same thought crossing each of their minds. They slowly raised one arm and then another and sniffed tentatively at their rank, sweaty pits.

"God, I smell like a skunk," observed Frankie.

"And that was before you started to sweat," joked Greg.

"Can't be anywhere near as bad as mine," observed Matt.

"Oh yeah, take a whiff."

Accepting the challenge, Matt did. "That's gross, but mine are still skunkier."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Frankie as he bent over and sniffed at Matt's damp pit. The odour of his arm pit was gross but he was not about to admit it.

"You want skunky, take a whiff of these," offered Jesse, raising his arms.

At that point four teenage girls stepped into the room. All eight teenagers froze in shock for a second, though to each of them it seemed like an hour. Frankie, stark naked and bent over and sniffing Matt's pit, immediately straightened up and all four boys quickly dropped their hands to their crotches and turned as bright red as the girls who raised their hands to their mouths and quickly turned their backs to the naked boys.

"Sorry," one of them said meekly. "We were told to go to the exercise room."

"My apology," said Doctor Redderik as he stepped into the room as if on cue. "We were supposed to have been out of here. I got tied up. Come boys, let's go to examination Room E2." The boys scrambled for their hospital gowns and threw them on and followed the doctor, their faces feeling so hot they were sure they were glowing.

"Is that who I think it is?" asked one of the girls as the door was closing. Doctor Redderik chose that moment to pause and look at his charts and the four boys practically bumped into him. The door jammed on the wedge he'd inserted while the teenagers' attention had been elsewhere.

"It has to be! There can't be four boys all look-alikes!"

"Oh my God!"

"Were they really sniffing each other's pits?"

"They were."

"Ewww, gross."

"I could smell them just as they walked by!"

"You'd think they'd have better grooming habits than that!"

"Maybe that's why they're here, for their BO."

"I wonder why they're really here, in Oklahoma City, and together. Like, they're still living in New York City aren't they? And they broke up ages ago."

"Never mind that. Did you see, you know, their, you know!"

"How could we not! They were starkers!" The girls giggled and the boys' faces were by then a vivid crimson.

"I expected them to be a lot larger."

"Oh yeah," the others agreed.

"They had no hair down there."

"Smooth as my baby brother."

"So were their rumps."

The girls burst into a gaggle of giggles as Doctor Redderik continued on his way to examination room E2, their original examination room, picking up Nurse Parker and Nurse Bjornson on his way. First he took blood samples, making no effort to be gentle as he jabbed the needles into their arms and knowing the boys would put on a macho face, just as he'd known they would act on his suggestion about their arm pits. Boys were so predictable, which made messing with their minds so much fun. He then told them he needed saliva samples and had them spit into petri dishes in front of the two nurses until they were full. Of course after his previous talk about the differences between girls and boys and natural body functions, they tried to act as if there was nothing gross about standing there in their short, open-backed hospital gowns working up gobs of spit and spitting into a petri dish until it was dangerously close to overflowing. The spat of their saliva as it struck the slimy collection in the dish seemed extraordinarily loud. The look in their faces had the four Brewster boys rolling on the floor with laugher and Chris Trousdale grinning with satisfaction.

The ultimate humiliation came when he told them to remove their gowns and give urine samples. Standing there stark naked in front of everyone and aiming their dicks at the opening of the plastic jugs the doctor had the nurses provide them, they had, despite their embarrassment, no difficulty complying with his request, the diuretic having taken effect by then. Filling the jugs in front of each other and in front of the nurses was humiliating, especially when it seemed like their streams were never going to end, and the hollow sound of their piss filling the jugs resounded in the ears of the boys. Handing the nurses the jugs of warm piss, they stared at the floor in embarrassment despite the comment by the doctor that men were not embarrassed by their bodily functions. Sending the nurses off with the samples, Doctor Redderik opened one of the drawers and took out the equipment he'd placed there earlier.

"One sign of virility is how tough a man is," he said, setting up the boys. "These next tests are designed to test your tolerance for pain." He smiled as the boys glanced at each other nervously. Picking up a set of clamps from the local adult novelty shop, not the medical supply company, he fastened them to Greg's teats and smiled when the eighteen-year-old boy flinched. He worked slowly as he fastened the clamps to the nipples of the other boys, knowing the anticipation would make the pain all the worse. "Now, that doesn't hurt that much, does it?" The boys all bravely lied, to his amusement. Next to humiliating smug and confident teenage boys, he loved showing them they are nowhere near as tough as they think they are. He added the first weight to the chains fastened to the clamps, working slowly and allowing anticipation to magnify the pain he was inflicting. One by one he added the weights until the boys' teats were stretched out and swollen, and then he set the weights swinging. The boys pressed their lips together and stared straight ahead, trying to pretend they were feeling no pain. When he finally removed the clamps, he brushed each red, swollen nub with the tips of his fingers, and although the boys flinched and inhaled sharply, they did not cry out.

"Not bad, not bad at all," the doctor praised, and the boys allowed a smile to cross their lips. Those simple words had made it worth enduring the pain. "Now let's check out those testicles." Doctor Redderik allowed a smile to cross his lips as theirs faded and their faces paled as they imagined the clamps being attached to their balls. Having the four boys line up, he slowly stepped in front of each and reaching down snapped each of their testicles with his fingers, first lightly, then more forcefully, and finally with enough force to cause tears to form in the boys' eyes though again they did not cry out nor protest.

"Not bad," he observed. Not bad? Each of the boys imagined tying him down and snapping his balls and seeing how he liked it. "The next test will be much more pleasant. I'm going to time how fast you boys take to get erect. With young men like you, I'm sure this will not take long at all." Taking out a time clock, he smiled at the boys. "When I say begin, start to fondle your penises and keep it up until you're fully erect."

Although embarrassing, being young and healthy, getting themselves hard would not normally have been a problem. Now, with their anxiety about their virility and doubts about their manliness and the effects of the saltpetre and the desensitizing cream, it was a much different matter. As the boys began to tug on their limp dicks and bounce them with their fingers, they were dismayed to find they were getting no physical reaction whatsoever, which only added to their anxiety. They tugged all the more vigorously, stretching their limp dicks away from their bodies and twisting their knobs in their fingers, all to no avail. Doctor Redderik stood there watching the boys desperately but futilely trying to get themselves erect with mock concern as he smiled to himself. Meanwhile, watching the live video being fed into their home, the four Brewster boys and Chris Trousdale were pounding their own rock hard cocks as they approached their second climax for that afternoon.

Observing that they were obviously having difficulty, Doctor Redderik offered his assistance. Sitting down on the low stool, he had each boy step up in front of him and picking up the boy's limp dick, he brushed the tip and then his recently shaved balls with his beard and moustache, but the only result was to have him leaking pre-cum big time and the five boys watching by live cam trembling with a powerful orgasm.

Telling the totally devastated and humiliated boys that it still did not mean they had the virus and that perhaps it was a circulatory problem, he stepped out to tell nurse Bjornson to bring them a bucket of ice, and to slip into his office to give himself a well-deserved wank. It had been a while since he'd felt so horny, and it was not long before he was gasping with the throes of pleasure as his hot, throbbing member spurted out a thick, copious load into the graduated cylinder he was holding in his other hand. Upon his return he gave each of the boys a thong and had them fill it with ice and then slip it on. As the minutes ticked by their cocks and balls slowly shrivelled until the boys were sure they were going to be frozen right off. When they removed their thongs, their dicks had shrivelled up to an inch in length and their balls had almost totally withdrawn inside their bodies.

As the doctor concluded that their problem was not a circulatory problem, the door suddenly opened and a half dozen teenage girls stepped into the room. The boys of course immediately dropped their hands, but not before the gaggle of girls had a good look. The boys, once again red- faced with humiliation, were at least spared the girls' comments this time as they were directed to the right examination room, but they could only imagine what they were saying, and what they'd be telling all their friends.

"Girls," Doctor Redderik said, shaking his head, "never can get directions right. So, are you boys feeling anything at all?"

They were, angst, humiliation, embarrassment, half-frozen dicks and balls, a growing anxiety that they had totally lost their virility, and to their surprise, a need to take a leak badly once again, the powerful diuretic once again filling their bladders. The only one of them they mentioned was the last.

"Hmm, do you boys normally have to urinate this much?" They glanced at each other and shook their heads. "I see. That is usually a female problem." That did not help the boys one little bit, while at the other end of the cam feed the Brewster brothers were rolling on the floor with gales of laughter once again. "I think we'd better include a retention exam on your bladders. Might as well do your rectums and your testicles while we're at it. Is that all right with you?" The boys eagerly nodded, no idea what the exam entailed but desperate to be rid of the virus if it was the cause. Having his two nurses bring in another four plastic jugs, he had the boys empty their bladders once again in front of them, and to their surprise, filling the jugs a second time was even more embarrassing than the first.

"Well, we know your bladders are empty, and your bodies don't seem to have any need to empty your testicles," Doctor Redderik observed, drawing attention to their still shrunken dicks and shrivelled balls as they self-consciously and carefully shook off their cold, limp dicks, "so that just leaves your rectums. If you hop up on the examination tables, Nurse Parker and Nurse Bjornson can begin your enemas while I dispose of these," he said, indicating the jugs of urine. Three more examination tables had been rolled into the room, and glancing over at them with rapidly sinking hearts, the four boys realized that all of their past humiliations were nothing compared to what was about to happen.

Lying down on their backs with their legs raised and spread and held in place by the metal clamps at the ends of the exam tables, the boys didn't know which would be the more embarrassing, being fitted with the enema tube by the shapely Nurse Parker or by the matronly Nurse Bjornson. As they felt the nozzles being inserted in their anuses, they decided it didn't really matter which of the two was doing it. To add to their humiliation, as the warm, soapy water began to fill their rectums the doctor returned with a trolley of baby bottles, four bottles for each of them, which he said was a relaxant but which unbeknown by anyone except the doctor was really the contents of their recently evacuated bladders. So the four boys lay there sucking down their tepid, dilute urine while their rectums were gradually filled until their stomachs were taut and they were sure they were going to burst. As they lay there with their spread legs and distended stomachs like four pregnant women, the doctor gave them their last baby bottles filled with what he said was a power drink to replace the minerals in their bodies.

In reality, after dividing up their urine samples, the good doctor had filled another four bottles with his own urine and then had added equal proportions of his cum from his earlier wank. And so the four naked boys lay on their backs, sucking down the warm, strange-tasting power drink, totally unaware what it and the thicker globules they occasionally sucked into their mouths were and totally oblivious to the fact they were being viewed on live cam. After finishing off their drinks, they were relieved to hear they could finally empty their bowels and they eagerly, though gingerly, slipped off the exam tables and squatted down on the chamber pots that the nurses had set out for them. Their position and the sound of the water gushing out of their rectums had the four boys blushing with embarrassment once more. Having evacuated their bowels in front of each other and the nurses, they discovered that and their concerns about which of the nurses was going to insert the enema tube up their buttholes were nothing compared to now wondering which one of them would be the more embarrassing to wipe off their backsides and buttholes. As Chris looked at the expression of total angst on their faces as they got their bottoms wiped, he knew he owed the Brewster brothers big time for setting up his revenge on his former band mates. As for the four brothers, Doctor Redderik had become their latest hero.

Taking the four totally dejected and humiliated boys to one of the conference rooms in which there were four other young boys waiting for them, Doctor Redderik informed them much to their dismay that they were going to have to spend the night at the hospital, but they were at least relieved to hear the physical examination was over for the day. "Now, as I explained a couple hours ago," the doctor began, the couple hours having seemed like twenty-four to the four entertainers, "virility is determined by three factors, physical, which we are still checking on, mental, which we'll assess tomorrow, and your spirit, your beliefs and behaviour. I thought perhaps this would be a good opportunity to pursue that latter avenue, and at the same time give some of your young fans here in Oklahoma City a chance to ask some questions. This is Jason and Shaun, who are here to interview you for the newspaper of one of our local high schools," he said, introducing an eighteen and sixteen-year-old boy respectively, "and Perry and Jimmy, who are here from one of our middle schools." The two boys, fourteen and ten respectively, nodded. All four were, the entertainers noted, particularly good looking, excited and eager to begin, and more than a little in awe of them. They had been interviewed many times by then, by professionals and amateurs, by adults and fellow teens, so they had a pretty good idea what to expect, which was comforting after what they had gone through. The four boys also reminded them in a disturbing way of the four Brewster brothers who had come to interview them, and that thought was unsettling.

The four boys began with the usual fan questions: what do you like to eat, what do you like to drink, what is your favourite colour, your favourite toothpaste, your favourite singer, what is your height, weight, eye colour, and a dozen other inane questions they'd been asked a hundred times in a hundred different cities. Familiar and comfortable in these surroundings, and reminded of days past where this was a common occurrence when they were still together as the Dream Street band, they began to relax, and even joke with each other.

"What sports do you like to play?"

"Lacrosse and soccer," responded Matt.

"Oh yeah, I love soccer," said Greg, "and basketball."

"Paintball, golf, and powerboating for me," was Frankie's reply.

"Baseball," contributed Jesse, "definitely baseball."

"Cool. Real men play competitive sports," observed Jason, and the boys glanced at each other. Was that just a coincidence that he said that?

"What do you think about girls screaming when you're trying to sing?"

"Well, it is kind of disturbing when you're trying to concentrate," observed Jesse.

"But cool," added Matt. "It is seeing and hearing the fans reacting to your music that makes performing live so great." The others all agreed quickly. They were all pros and knew the importance of playing up to the fans in interviews such as this, and besides, what Matt had said was true. They loved their music, but like all entertainers, they had an exhibitionist side that live performances satisfied.

"What do you think about having boys as fans?" asked Perry.

"That's cool. We play for everyone," observed Matt, which was true, but the question immediately caused each of them to again think of the Brewster brothers.

"You think some of them might be fags?"

"I suppose some of them could be. We don't really think about that sort of thing," Frankie responded with a shrug. "It doesn't really matter. And we prefer the word gay," he added, resisting the impulse to glance over at Jesse. He'd gotten to know several gay performers besides Jesse and Aaron, and with his good looks and body, he'd been hit upon by several guys over the past year, all of whom he'd rejected. He had no interest in guys whatsoever, but unlike Greg and Matt, the thought of guys having sex with each other didn't upset him.

"That don't bother you?"

"No," he said, this time flashing a glance at Jesse before he could stop himself. He did not mean to bring attention to Jesse, but his action did.

"Do you think advertising your concerts and records and stuff flaunts your masculinity?" asked Shaun to nobody in particular.

"Yeah, of course. It's part of advertising," responded Jesse quickly, who immediately wondered if the others were thinking his quick response was to cover his homosexuality, and wondering himself why he'd been so fast to respond.

"Do you think you are as masculine as the ads say?" Shaun asked him directly.

"Sure," he laughed, hoping he didn't sound as uncomfortable as he felt.

"Do you think you are hard hearted?"

"No, I can't say I am. I'm more of a romantic."

"A real man is hard hearted." The boys glanced at each other. These were not the usual fan questions, and considering why they were there in Oklahoma City, it did not take much to guess that Doctor Redderik had a part in deciding on some of the questions to ask.

"Any of you like guns?" The boys shook their heads in the negative.

"A real man is interested in guns and machines and stuff like that," observed Perry.

"Well, we do like paintball," Frankie pointed out.

"Though some of us don't play so well," joked Jesse, trying to lighten up the interview.

"Do you think you are combative?"

"Oh yeah."

"You should see Frankie play paintball," Greg observed, trying to help out his friend and former band mate.

"Aggressive?"

"Oh yeah. You should watch Matt play soccer," observed Jesse, knowing what Greg was trying to do and adding his support.

"A real man has power. Do you think you have power?"

"Well, I don't know about power," replied Greg, the four boys growing more and more uncomfortable with this line of questions. "I'd say we have influence."

"Oh yeah," the others agreed, "in many ways."

"A real man has money. You guys rich?"

"Well, not real rich," replied Matt, the boys fidgeting. They'd like to be. Back when they were a group they figured they were well on the way actually, and having disbanded and having to start over, that was one of several sore points with their parents. "But we aren't lacking."

"Do you think real men can have pierced ears and stuff?"

"Well, yeah. A lot of guys have pierced ears, nose studs, stuff like that. That doesn't mean they aren't masculine," dared Greg, having an earring himself and daring to speak out though he knew how that answer might reflect on him in the doctor's eyes.

"Do you think real men can have long hair?"

The boys glanced at each other again, worried how their answer might reflect on them. "A lot of performers have had long hair in the past, and many still do. Hair styles and fashions change," responded Jesse finally, realizing that really didn't answer the question.

"A real man has sex with girls. Have any of you ever had sex with a girl?" asked Jason.

The boys snorted. "You don't really expect us to answer that one," observed Greg. "If I did or didn't, I would respect the girl too much to tell whether or not I did."

"Besides, you can't possibly publish that sort of thing in a school paper!"

"Yeah, but just between us, have you?" asked Jason with a leer.

"I'm sure you boys have surmised by now that I've asked that some questions pertinent to why you're here be included in the interview," interrupted Doctor Redderik, and the four performers immediately wondered just how much the doctor had told their four interviewers about why they were there. "Of course we have the understanding that your answers to any highly personal questions like the last one are privileged and not to be disclosed to anyone." The four celebrities glanced at their interviewers. "You needn't worry. I know these four boys well. They can be trusted."

"So, the answer is?" asked Jason with a smile.

"Well, kissing and caressing and stuff, but nothing more intimate," admitted Greg, and the others all admitted to the same.

"So, do you consider yourselves role models for other guys?"

"Yeah, sure."

"How often do you masturbate?" asked Jimmy with a sparkle in his eyes.

The boys chuckled nervously and glanced at each other and then at doctor Redderik. They reluctantly admitted they did it, but quickly added they only did it rarely when they were particularly horny.

"What do you think about when you masturbate?"

"Lots of different things. Mostly girls," Greg was quick to add.

"You think about your fans?" asked Perry.

"Sometimes."

"Your boy fans?" asked Shaun, looking directly at Jesse.

"No," he replied honestly.

"You ever think about boys?" Shaun asked, still looking at Jesse.

Jesse turned even redder. "Well, yeah, sometimes," he admitted, unwilling to lie. To do so would be to deny his sexual orientation, and he was not about to do that regardless of the consequences.

"Any of you guys ever do anything with other guys?" asked Jimmy.

They glanced at each other and one by one slowly nodded they had, knowing it was no use lying before the doctor. They had all sensed that he was one of those adults who would know immediately if they did.

"Like kissing and caressing?" asked Perry.

Again the boys slowly nodded.

"There, you see," said Doctor Redderik, "I told you all boys mess around with each other, even famous celebrities. It is a natural part of being a real boy. The only difference I imagine is that being a celebrity you have more opportunities to do it," he observed, looking at his four patients.

"I suppose so," observed Frankie, knowing it was true.

"Well, I think that is a good place to close our interview, and conclude our examination for today," observed the doctor, much to the relief of his four patients and the disappointment of the four interviewers. "I'll see you four boys in a moment," he continued, looking at the four interviewers. "I think that went quite well," he observed after the boys had left the room. "You boys have had a long day. I'll have Nurse Parker get you settled in your private room. Tomorrow we'll be testing your retentive ability as our final physical test for this virus, so you'll be getting a special diet for the rest of the day to prepare you."

With that, he called in Nurse Parker and headed off to reward the four interviewers, whom he knew by then would be feeling as randy as any boy ever could, which was just how he liked them.