Lorenzo

Lorenzo had a problem

By Aihu Fist

Lorenzo had a serious problem. He had trouble in making up his mind for anything. Not that he was dumb or something of a nerd or so. He just was as indecisive as anyone could be. Maybe he had been too long on his own. More likely it was the result of not finding friends he could ask advice from but even more likely it was caused during his childhood when boys of his age would tease him, humiliate him, mock him, anytime they could lay their hands on him. He had tried things such as drawing but never was there a person around who noticed his talent or skills. The few ones who happened to be around him when he did something positive would only ridicule it or tell him he would never finish it off. He'd spent about fifteen years in an orphanage from where he finished high school. He could've gone to college but there was no money for that. Now at the tender age of eighteen he lived by himself doing odd jobs at a fast food joints like working as an occasional pizza delivery boy. He was pretty handsome, if I may say so, kinda sultry looking face. But he thought he wasn't and found his body too scrawny. He wasn't too confident in making friends because of his shy nature he seemed to nurture. It was when he had to deliver that big Hawaiian pizza at the American Gym's that he got awed by the number of people of his age and older who were working out there.

The place had mirrors everywhere and there was the repeated sighing and moaning of young men pulling weights or pushing them up. Dumb bells came in different shapes and weights. As this was a fitness center only for men, Lorenzo felt at home. For since his fifth birthday he had never been around girls in the orphanage. All his peers had been boys in the big dormitory. Naked boy's bodies were nothing new, as they had to take showers in-group. Now fifteen years later he had Van Damme, Eminem, Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee as pin-ups on the bedroom wall.

`Fast guys and handsome unlike me,' he thought.

While thinking this he was gazing at black geezer bending his body toward the man-size looking glass. He was strong and lean. His hips had not a gram of fat buildup. The young man pulled strings from both sides pulling up rectangular weights; the whole exercise was made to reinforce the pectoral muscles and the hamstrings of course.The shape of his buttocks when bent over toward the mirror mesmerized Lorenzo. One could see, the guy wasn't wearing any underwear. When he stood straight he saw his front side. This exercise went on forever it seemed. Lorenzo had forgotten all about his job. He could feel the swelling of his own meat down in his denims. The Negro wasn't sporting any top tank; his nipples were huge with mauve coloured circles around the nipples. Sweat was trickling down his spine toward the rim of his weightlifters belt that accentuated his wasp like waist. His athletic thighs flexed every time he pulled the weights up. It felt hot in the place, was it really hot or was it him feeling aroused and horny?

What r' ya staring at, you've never seen a Negro, boy?' the guy asked.

Lorenzo, shocked by so much of verbal aggression, backed off instantly and moved out of the gym as fast as he could.

-`See you again,' was the last he heard of the manager.

His heart was pounding, his throat dry as the Sahara desert sand. Why was it always him they picked on? Why did people hate him?' Lorenzo quizzed. He kick started his bike and drove back to Pizza Hut. He never had another delivery for the Gym again. Months went by and Lorenzo had finally made up his mind. He was going to become a member of the American Gym. He was going to work out like hell and become somebody'. There wasn't much of aid or instructions for new comers. One could have a personal program designed on the individual wishes. That was all right for him. The beginning was tough and hard work and he'd seen many young men come and go, young blokes who gave up after only a few weeks. Fitness more than anything has become a fashionable thing. Getting muscles is one thing, keeping them is another? At intervals schools would barge in with junior low students. They scaled the walls in a mountaineering program. It was very noisy and alive, especially down at the showers. The whole thing reminded him of the orphanage days, when he cued up behind the most beautiful boys who were totally naked. They had no clue how he had wished to make love to them. He just wanked his nights away. Lorenzo had never experienced a class like this. Anyway, he pulled it off and little by little Lorenzo saw his tender body mass transformed into a hunky hulk. His shoulders had definitely more shape then before. His pecs looked as if they had been inflated, the nipples just stood out through the white vest he always sported. Up till this date he still had no pal to talk to or exercise with. This depressed him real hard. At times he found it difficult to get out of bed and pursue his workouts. But when he saw Ben Johnson run or Van Damme ground another one against the floor, he knew he had to persist. He had been one year at American Gym by now, his body was still not that of an athlete, but neither did he look like a street sparrow any more, at least that's how he thought he looked like. I personally liked him better before his Gym period. He had a little cute ass, a pair of fine legs and a boyish fair complexion that flushed red as soon as you talked to him. But in terms of self-confidence, yes, he had gained more belief in himself, a little on the provocative edge maybe. One day as he walked in he nearly stumbled over the make shift shop down in the hall. The French lady who ran it was selling workout outfits of the most daring colours and design. Lorenzo was drawn to it as a moth to a flame. Indeed this is what he always wanted to buy but never really dared to ask for it at the counter here. His fingers combed through the exquisite spandex materials. He got hold of a blue triathlon suit. The colour was gorgeous and matched his turquoise blue eyes. Can I try it on?'

`What size you got?'

`Dunno'

-`What about this one? He asked while fingering it.

-Oh, but that's for ladies, my dear'

It was a white bodysuit, surely when you swam in it that would become transparent.

-`But I like it so much.'

-`Oh well, take those three and see for yourself, size doesn't matter that much anyway as they are quite stretchable,' the lady suggested.

That's what he did and with the materials clenched in his hand he ran down the stairs to the basement to the dressing room. It was noon and most of the people were at work or at college. The workout room was empty, he thought. So he had all the time to try this daring sports outfit on without others sniggering behind his back. The room smelled still a bit musty with some vague masculine fragrance hanging in the air. He stripped down fast, kicked off his sneakers, rolled down his frenchies he hung casually on a peg on the wall. His heart throbbed with excitement. He couldn't believe it himself. The blue one he had chosen was too large for his taste but as soon as he pulled up the white suit over his thighs covering his whole butt and chest with it, he felt like the Rock, the undisputed king of WWF. This was so erotic an experience for him, the lycra glued on his body like a second skin. One could see every muscle move in it including the one below his bellybutton. The young dude there was totally free to sit or hang as he pleased. The way Lorenzo felt was more likely to make him stand than hang. Lorenzo took a deep breath and sat down on the long wooden bench. He looked up and realized only now that he had overlooked something. There in front of him were a couple of suede leather cowboy boots tucked away under the other bench. On it he recognized a pair of white briefs. Above them, a marine blue white dotted bandana, a jumper, a check shirt and a fur coat. Shit, he was not alone here! Well, the guy was probably working out, there was no one in the shower either. Lorenzo strode to the other side. He quickly looked around and then grabbed the underwear and brought it to his nostrils. With his eyes closed he inhaled deeply. `Oh that male odour of urine'... he thought. He kept his nose deep into the fabric and stood there a while forgetting the world around him. He strutted to the mirror and looked at himself. Gosh, why were men not born with tighter skins, he thought. He stepped back pirouetted on one foot, pushed his bottom backwards tightening the fabric around his hamstrings. He made a few dance dribblings and once again sized himself up. Then he brought the jock over his head so that his nose was covered with the front part of it. The piss smell made him drunk with desire and lust. His left hand gently slithered snakewise between his thighs squashing it while his right one squeezed his nipples piercing almost through the pores of the fabric. It was a very sensual experience. All of a sudden he froze. It was the sound of laughter that got him back to the real world. He dropped the underwear and ran back to his place. The piece had fallen on the floor and it was too late for him to pick it up and put it back on the bench. The roaring laughter stopped as soon as a young man walked in. Lorenzo pretended not to notice him, minding his own business. His hands trembled as he was pulling off the shoulder straps. His penis was still standing strong veering in the fabric. Lorenzo hoped the other hadn't noticed. What an embarrassment.

-`Hey, you...'

Lorenzo slowly turned around, afraid, as he was to face the guy. He froze when he recognized the Negro from last year. The guy who had rebuffed him during his first pizza delivery at the Gym. The Negro himself showed no sign of recognition at all. He was getting undressed casually and unabashed as if he had done nothing else in his whole life. He was grace itself, slender and much taller than him, like a Tutsi.

-`Yy- yes?' Lorenzo stuttered.

-`Have you a piece of soap? I forgot mine.'

`Sure, wait...'

Lorenzo grabbed his piece and handed it over, still shaking a bit. The guy stood there now in all his African glory. Afro pubic hair and cliche, cliche, he carried an enormous monster of a penis. Lorenzo tried to look away fast and as he wanted to walk back the guy grabbed his wrist and said:

`Man, this outfit really suits you, you are really handsome.'

Baffled by such a compliment Lorenzo wanted to return the compliment but stopped short from it as he looked into his fiery eyes and realized they were emanating a kind of threat. Lorenzo waited until the guy stood under the gushing flood of water before he stripped the outfit off. He was so milky white you would barely notice him against the cream white painted walls. He tried on the red one with lesser excitement than before. But his heart kept pounding through his mouth not out of passion but out of fear because he knew the guy was looking at him through the water. The Negro began to rub his big organ that revealed a pinkish coloured glans. He was cut, was he...a Muslim? Yeah, Lorenzo could see all that from the corners of his eyes. The black guy had so much froth over his groin it looked like he had Christmas white angelic pubic hair. But the rest of his body was glimmering like polished ebony. He turned around exposing his plum shaped butt, soaking and soaking it lavishly, it seemed to last for ages. Now the whole room was damp and misty. The guy was nowhere to be seen. He heard a cough a few minutes and all of a sudden he stood next to Lorenzo.

-`Wow, that was some shower, mate. Thanks for the soap. What's your name?'

-`L l l Lorenzo, and yours?'

The Negro ignored his question.

-`You know, you should take the white one you tried on. I kinda liked the way you pushed yourself into it. Real tight isn't it. You like that don't ya?'

The tone of his speaking had slightly changed, Lorenzo noticed. It sounded like a provocation. His heartthrob was speeding up. The guy was towering above his head and he really felt like he had better dare not get up. Lorenzo did anyway. The Negro abruptly pushed him down again. His huge hand kept hovering over his head. Lorenzo cowered instantly. He was no match for this guy.

Don't mess with me, Lorenzo,' he patted him on the crown of his head.' You can't just walk out on me like that.

As he was saying this, the guy clawed through Lorenzo's blond hair then cupped his fingers around the back of the scull and thrust his face into his groin.

-`Mmmph,' Lorenzo uttered.

Lorenzo felt the Negro's steel hard member pulsating through the towel in his face. But he couldn't move and lay there pressed almost suffocating.

-' Sniff it Lorenzo, you will never find a cock like this in the whole world,' you hear? You have no will; you are here to serve me, me a straight guy. Don't you think I know you sniffed my frenchies, huh? Why was it lying on the floor, huh? You don't know that? I have seen you looking and spying on the men folk? Tell me, mamaboy! Well, I've been spying on you; your angel face cannot lie to me. You wanna sniff me, then sniff now!'

He had both hands around his head and pressed him real hard onto his dick.

-`Please, please, don't hurt me, I have nothing against you, in fact I like n n ne...

He pushed him harder against his pumped up penis.

-`Ouch!'

-`Shut the fuck up, Lorenzo', Francis whispered - so that no one on the ground floor could hear what was happening- while pulling Lorenzo by his hair onto his feet.

-`Were you gonna say you fancy Negroes' undies, huh? Do you? Do you enjoy ogling at their big dicks? I bet you fucking do.'

His right hand now squeezed his lower jaw like a pair of pliers, then brought his mouth to Lorenzo's and ordered him to open his mouth.

-`I get all excited seeing you shiver between my hands. Don't be afraid, I just love to be rude to pussies. Just play the game. Please, open your sensuous mouth for me.'

Lorenzo frightened as a puppy stared into the sullen swarthy complexion and obeyed.

Francis stuck his tongue inside and closed his eyes. He guffawed:

-`This is for good luck, but it also means you're butt is mine, you hear?

Saliva was drooling over Lorenzo's lips. Finally, Lorenzo relaxed and enjoyed the French kissing very much indeed. Both new how dangerous it was standing there while anyone could come down and catch them red-handed. Somehow, they shrugged it off. Francis was all excited and hotheaded. He nearly ate Lorenzo's tongue. Francis took a matter-of-fact break and said:

-`O.k. now, I want you to put on the smallest size you got here with you. I wanna have some fun with you. I think you'll like it too, guessing by the performance down there.'

Francis pointed out the swelling of Lorenzo's manhood. He wished he could have stopped the hardening of his penis, but he couldn't. Why was this whole thing turning him on? He found himself in a mental and physical gridlock.

-`Come on, hurry up, we haven't got all day.'

While saying this he rubbed over Lorenzo's dollopy buttocks.

-Mmmh, that feels nice, you have a women's butt. Let me see; turn around.

Francis maneuvered Lorenzo's back to his face. Francis guided his weapon of assault from underneath the towel and stroke Lorenzo's wrapped up bum with it. He let the black twitching mass probe the soft meat that was just a fabric away from the real thing. Then brutally, Francis peeled the costume off from his rump and pushed it with his foot down to his ankles then whisked Lorenzo to a nook of the room.

-`Here, quickly put this one on,' he hissed.

Lorenzo squirmed his still slender body into the white artificial skin.

-I cannot, it is too small, I will damage it and I have to give it back to the shop, please understand.'

-`Don't worry darling, just move your ass. I will buy it for you, that is, if you put it on now!'

Lorenzo, believed that he wasn't such a bad guy after all and agreed to try.

-' Now move your butt over here, sissy of mine. You don't mind I call you that way, huh? After all, most whites call me nigger boy too.'

Lorenzo's body was so neatly packed, every fiber of the fabric was way out about to tear apart in the seams and yet it gave him the perfect figure he had always fantasized about. Francis pulled him over to the bathroom. He had thrown off his towel unveiling a spectacular pillar of randy power.

-'I told you to play the game. I am the master and you the white slave, ok? Bend over and spread your legs, quick!' Francis commanded.

Lorenzo playfully refused. Francis kicked his ankles wide apart like cops do when they frisk someone. Lorenzo wavered and in a sudden burst of rebellious resistance he tried to raise his torso. He felt a stinging pain in his neck when Francis reined him in yanking his head backward by his hair. He faced the mean eyes drowning in lust and glistening lips that moved to his. Francis' tongue poked and touched his. Why couldn't he just admit he liked to kiss a man, why this meanness? They kissed and both got aroused. Then he felt Francis' hand on his crotch.

-You got a boner! How dare you even enjoy what I am doing to you, you poofter?!'

Instantly Francis released his grip on Lorenzo's genitals.

-Francis,' Please, please, let me go, you are hurting me...please,' Lorenzo sobbed.

-`Have you forgotten you are mine? For now you don't say a word anymore and you don't get up or I finish you off, is that understood?'

Francis pushed Lorenzo back into the submissive position. Lorenzo had never played a game like this and the lines were getting blurred. Where did the game stop and where did reality start? Lorenzo was still standing in the same bent forward position his hands placed on his knees, but did not dare to look over his shoulder. Francis smiled disclosing his white Colgate teeth.

-`Remember, if you dare look at me, you're dead meat, and I mean this.'

Lorenzo nodded in fear. His body shuddered anxiously.

-`Don't chicken out, my love. This nigger boy loves you with all his heart.'

He clutched the suit just above Lorenzo's rump and stretched it upward as far as he could drawing it into the young man's crevice. Something flashed forward. Francis moved a stiletto blade through the fabric and cut it up from the perineum spot all the way to the top where buttocks start to separate.

-`Aoooooouch,' Lorenzo shrieked.

Francis slapped him on the head. 'I told you to shut up, fuck!'

But Francis was out of control too; he had cut into Lorenzo's inner side of the right half of his buttocks. The blood was streaming from a five-inch gash mixing with the fabric. But it was not too big an accident, the Negro though. It made Francis just all the more horny and had only wetted his appetite for more. As he excavated Lorenzo's fleshy pillow. he prepared his gigantic vein studded engine aiming at Lorenzo's beckoning portal of innocence.

-`You see, I was right, you are my girly boy and I love to fuck girly boys. As a matter of fact I happen to have a tampon for you. How lucky you are. It's a special one, strong as steel made in Africa, but you got to pay a price for it. See, only the sun goes up for free. I know you are a chaste girly boy, that's why I picked you out.'

He plunged his malicious muscle skidding through the cranny into the realms of a murky tunnel. There was no need for K-Y or Vaseline; the blood was the lubricant agent that drove Francis crackbrained. He just swayed his tanker up the human gully. Lorenzo felt like crapping and retching. The gouging went on relentlessly. Francis deeply rooted into his most sacred body parts had never experienced a similar sensation during workouts. He realized that Lorenzo was what he always had wanted to possess. No girl had ever given him that gratification. It was as if he wanted to cannibalize that whole forlorn looking girlish man, trying to become one with him. As if he wanted to connect, to grow into him. Francis hand went down to his own balls, fondling them, he nearly wanted to shove them up Lorenzo's chiseled out rectum. It was not a body any longer; it had become a refuge, an underground recipient, but a sanctuary for a conqueror gone berserk by lust. His subject of conquest was not even angry or afraid; neither did it put up any resistance anymore. He had domesticated, pacified it. Lorenzo lost track of time, everything even the pain was subdued as if someone had sedated him. Control was out of his hands, totally subjugated by this black Pizzaro. He had surrendered. Francis hips collided with Lorenzo's twitching haunches as he pegged him down. Lorenzo didn't utter a word as he had promised. He felt a big hand on his cock slowly stroking it. Lorenzo let Francis do whatever he wanted to do. He was still inside him when all of a sudden he felt Francis surge frenetically, in a more convulsive way. Lorenzo's sphincter tightening Francis' spastic lordship like a spanner around a nut while the Negro's fingers kneaded his balls. Francis squeezed his left arm around Lorenzo's belly trying to hold out in Lorenzo's slimy subway. Lorenzo fizzled.

-`Come on, you don't fizzle out now. You are my girl.'

He groped Lorenzo's limp cock again. The young man pulled his black weapon out of Lorenzo's soft still gory looking gorge. His pride was worn out and soon it hung flaccidly on his wrinkled emptied sack of balls. Lorenzo hung with his torso over the toilet on bended knees.

`My job is finished. You really made my day, love.'

He ran his index finger through the cleft and smeared some of his cum over Lorenzo's narrow lips.

Here taste some, ain't it something? You as a gourmet should definitely appreciate it.

Lorenzo squinted, ran his tongue over the sticky white fluid and sighed something gibberish. He passed out. The Negro dragged him to the shower and let the water cascade on Lorenzo's motionless body. Instantly Lorenzo's skin merged with the suit he had on, in fact the suit become almost transparent. Francis crouched over him rubbing his nose on Lorenzo's wet pudenda. Slowly sticking out his tongue and licking it.

'Should I or should I not,' Francis thought.

Lorenzo had no clue as he was still lying unconsciously. Francis had become aroused again, he drew Lorenzo's legs up and dug first one finger then two and three rubbed them round and round the narrow tunnel. Abruptly he quit and now turned Lorenzo on his tummy. Now he would finish the job. `Let's skin my trophy and take it home, he thought. Flashing his stiletto he hooked it into the suit and resumed the tearing of it all the way between Lorenzo's shoulder blades. He rolled him on his back so he could undress him better. The blood stained suit was the crown on his conquest. But the jewel on the crown lied still in the awaiting. He walked back to the bench picked up his jockstrap and pulled them over Lorenzo's groin.

They'll suit you better than me.

Lorenzo couldn't remember how long he'd been lying there. The only thing he remembers is that he put a towel around his waist pulled himself together, sort of stumbled up the stairway to where the sauna was. Nobody had seen or heard anything. The steam went straight through his nostrils soaking his lungs with eucalyptus fragrance. Gradually he came to his senses. Even here he was all by himself. He started cautiously stroking the inner of his thighs, and then with the other hand he felt the sore wound. It hurt but he had no intention of cleaning it. As if he wanted to punish himself by inflicting more pain on him. Was this what he had dreamed of. Was he to blame for his gravitation toward Francis? His body pearled with sweat suds. The strokes moved up to his nipples and gingerly he embraced his rising-from-the-dead-penis. Pulling down the foreskin, nurturing the head of this indomitable organ. He spat on it and increased the frictioning. His arse gored by the Negro made signs of recovery. But yes, Francis was right, he was no more virgin now. The semen squirted in several waves over his belly. Tears ran over his cheeks. He would always be alone. He scooped the sperm of his flat abdomen and sacrificed them on the heated stones.

`You will never be more than stillborn life.'

Clouds of hot steam turned them into angels of lust who would linger in this house preying on the next victim. Lorenzo got up, his body concealed in fog. As he pushed the door open he stood face to face with what looked like the boogey man in person. Old and gray haired, bewildered eyes anchored deeply in their sockets. But he didn't feel frightened at all. Peace came over him. The man was stark naked, skin over bones. Lorenzo didn't move an inch.

`Would like to share some time with me in here,' the old man whispered.

Lorenzo said nothing, just put his head on the man's shoulder, hugged him. The last thing I saw of them before the clouds of hot steam shrouded them was the old man's hands holding Lorenzo's fleshy bum.

Chapter II

When he opened up his eyes the clock in the sauna hut was reading three pm. He had been in here for an hour and couldn't remember a thing. At one point he thought that Francis had carried him over here, but what about the old man? Nowhere to be seen, he also vaguely remembered someone carrying him up the stairs or had he climbed them on his own accord? It was all too confusing and too unreal a story. As he gained more conscience he realized that the sauna heat was not even on! He got really puzzled when he noticed he was wearing a red bodysuit! He couldn't recall he had put that one on. Back on his feet he splashed some water in his face and looked in the mirror at very tired face. As he moved downstairs to the dressing room he saw several men and young boys getting undressed. People dribbling to and fro the showers leaving wet footprints on the marble floor tiles. Lorenzo's clothes were still there and so was his sports bag. Everyone stared at him. He turned his back to them and stripped his suit down to his waist. Stopped briefly to look for his briefs. He grasped through many things in the bag but no briefs. His Adidas shorts were hanging in front of his nose on a crochet. What else could he do? Let's make a fast move, he thought. As he slid out of the short legs he was in for another surprise. He heard some whispering and sniggering in the back of the room. He was wearing a jockstrap! His butt was exposed to everyone, not that anyone had never seen such a piece of sports wear. The youngest boys were still sniggering, so he turned around and threw them a mean glance. They shut up and moved out of the room ready to work out. As he walked back in, he passed the huge mirror. He wanted to look at himself, precisely at his buttocks to see his figure in that jockstrap. The blue bodysuit and red lay there, the white one and his briefs had disappeared. He'd have to pay for the white outfit at the doorway and leave the other ones behind `cause he didn't have that much money on him to pay for two items. But first things first; he had to see physician to have some proof in hand. It was out of the question to go and see his personal physician about this, so he went to the government hospital, poorly managed and squalid as was everything in this country. The doctor he saw looked at him somewhat accusative.

`I must be sure this happened to you, I will not write anything on paper before I see it,' he said.

He was taken to a separate room.

-`Get on that bed,' he ordered.

The hospital bed seemed O.K; at least it had a white sheet cover over it.

-`Take your pants and underwear off, then.'

Lorenzo hesitated, he shuddered, where had he heard this order before. It was all too fresh in his mind.

-`Come on, my dear, we haven't got all day, I have more patients waiting,' the doctor said with an unnerving smile.

Clearly the surgeon had no sense of psychology or he had other interests.

-`You get up there on all fours and push your posterior backwards.'

The doctor came closer to Lorenzo and touched his anus.

-`Mmmh, yes, that's obvious... how mean and cruel'.

-`O.k. now, bend your chest down and lean on your elbows.'

Lorenzo was more at ease and let the doctor proceed. The upper part of his body mimicking the Sphinx and the lower half was part of a yoga posture. He had no clue how vulnerable he looked now. The buttocks widened like a still camera's curtain in slow shutter speed.

-`Ooh, dear me, this has to be stitched right away, I hope it's not too late yet.'

-`Stitched? Oh, no. Is there no other way?'

-`Come on now, don't whimper like that, look at you, you have a young man's body and from what I can conclude you worked out a lot. So, please don't act like a cry baby.' It'll be under local anesthesia.'

He was right; it went fast and virtually painless.

-`It will remain a scar, but I cannot do more than that. I have written the report. Now, the last thing I need to do is an anal check up and take a Polaroid photograph for the file. Everyone can claim to be a rape victim, but these scars are merely scars and don't prove at all that you have been sexually molested.'

Lorenzo agreed and he was all too willing to cooperate. The surgeon flashed the camera and out zoomed the picture, which was laid out, on the desk to dry.The doctor put his gloves on and smeared some Vaseline on his index finger.

-`Are you ready for the probe? O.k. it may hurt a little but I have to find out if nothing has been torn or bruised the mucus membrane. So, don't look back or over your shoulder. Everything will be fine.'

Lorenzo nodded politely and sighed:

-` Yes, sir.'

The doctor entered softly but firmly one finger through the rectum. Lorenzo trembled on his hands and knees. He felt his penis coming alive. Oh, no, not now, he thought. What will that guy think, he will surely guess that I had provoked the rape and liked it. Indeed, the doctor wasn't blind, though concentrated on the job he could make out that his probing of the anus was unleashing some unexpected but quite normal human reaction. As a matter of fact, it would have been abnormal had Lorenzo not shown any sign of response bodily wise.

-Hang in there now, I am going to remove my finger cause I need to put some antiseptic cream on it now.'

He did as he said, but the physician removed the glove, dug his naked finger in the Vaseline pot and fingered his way back in Lorenzo's narrow entry. How many men had he fingered like that in his career, he couldn't remember, a hundred? He'd lost count. And sure some of them had been homosexuals and closet queens, all nicely registered in his files with a stamp saying `homosexual'. But even the married men who had come for a fistula or prostate problem had reacted in an unpredictable sexual way. The way the Peuls in Africa stick their finger in their young sibling's arse replying his parents with a show off mini erection of which both parents are so proud; because it means offspring is guaranteed and their old day insured.

-`Well, now I have to insert an endoscopic tool my dear, so I can really see what has been done to you.'

A kind of hose went up his arse, it was cold and gave him an uncomfortable feeling of a vile reptile wedging through his most hidden secrets of childhood. Everyone thought he was this unspoilt virgin boy; Lorenzo himself cherished that image too; but he knew better. Back in the orphanage he had always been the whipping boy of each and every bully big or small. The teachers and educators knew that too and had taken more often then not taken this fact to their own selfish needs of pleasure. The nozzle somehow was connected with a mini camera that sent images of his interior onto a small screen the doctor was viewing at now.

-I see, mmmh, yes, yes. You have a tear here and a few piles that could prove anal intercourse. But, I shouldn't worry much; it will all heal very quickly. The last thing we need is seminal proof.

Again, he shoved in something and got it out as quickly as he had inserted it.

-`This will go to the lab and within a week you can come and get the results of the DNA.'

The doctor talked to him from behind as if he was talking to his arse. He couldn't let this guy go like that, the doctor thought.

-Now before you go I have to talk to my colleague about you and see what else we can do for you. Just wait here and I'll be back with him in seconds. Meanwhile you take this pill for the pain, cause in a few minutes you will feel the gash twitching as it will wake up soon.'

What Lorenzo didn't know was that the doctor had given him a sedative instead of a painkiller. When he came back Lorenzo lay passed out on his stomach. The surgeon locked the door, unzipped his trousers and pulled Lorenzo by the ankles to the edge of the bed. He smeared a wad of lubricant into the cleft adjusted his stiffened rod against the wetted orifice. Then at ease but determined the doctor went about shagging his knocked out victim. The sucking sound and the bouncing of his loins against the bed end spurred him on to move faster. But he sighed and heaved heavily. He was after all not so young anymore. Nearly retired, but he still got it up with some help of Viagra, but who knew? Exactly, no one. He was part of the privileged elite who could abuse their patients at random; cause the ignorants had all faith and belief in the almighty doctor. A country where voodoo churches and healers sprang up like mushrooms, where the Catholic confessional chair was subject of randy stories of pedophile priests fondling their choirboys and acolytes was one playground for men like doctor Romero. His heart pumped in a frenzy, he nearly came. His four incher wouldn't have harmed more then his predecessor had done. He stood there with a shriveled up jerking boner oozing with the last cum. He wiped Lorenzo's arse clean with a tissue, got dressed and left the operating theater.

-`This way senhor Pau, the patient is waiting impatiently for your advice.'

His colleague came in - no, Romero had not lied to Lorenzo.

The man was tall and strutted around the bed like a horny peacock.

-`So Romero, this is your number two hundred and two on the list of conquests?'

He licked his upper lip anticipating the assault.

-` Just look at this beauty queen, wouldn't we all want to trade places with his assailant? You've got good taste as usual. I don't know how you do it, but I couldn't, too risky. I better rely on you for the job. How much you want, a thousand real? Expensive, but worth the while. The Rohypnol will last half a day unless we give him an injection of adrenaline. O.k. help me to turn him on his back and then you leave the room and leave me with him for an hour or so as per mutual agreement.'

-`Doctors orders?' Doctor Romero asked, tongue in the cheek.

-`Yes, and I am not to be disturbed by any of the nurses or other patients.'

The theater room was adjacent to Romero's consultation office. Doctor Pau had not the faintest idea of the candid video camera hidden in a cranny under the ceiling. Nicely tucked away it had filmed hours and hours of this homosexual date rape. Soon or later this testimony would come in handy for Romero's career. He wanted himself at the top of the hierarchic doctors pyramid. Pau was busy licking Lorenzo's swollen glans while his erect member was drilling his widespread mouth. He took his time, totally naked, his hairy chest sprinkled with sweat looking like translucent beads. They both loved the muscled body they didn't have any longer. The paunchy Pau had trouble getting near Lorenzo's sweaty arse hole so he grabbed the testicles and gobbled them up nearly chewing on them. Lorenzo's penis was only getting half as hard due to the sedative, but that didn't bother Dr. Pau. He loved mouth fucking more than anything. The white semen rivuleted down Lorenzo's tongue, cascading into a non-procreative channel.

-`Magnificent catch this one,' he thought.

He readied one glove on his right hand and shifted Lorenzo partly onto his right hip. Then he pulled up the left leg and positioned it in a standing manner.

-Oh, dear, my, how gorgeously pure this young man is. Poor sod, raped by a brute and nearly cut up by the idiot. I will take care of you, son. Let daddy's fingers feel where you've been hurt.

Lorenzo's butt, still Vaseline soaked, welcomed Dr.Pau's rheumatic fingers with a spanning rim. The second finger went in, the third, the fourth and a ten minutes later Lorenzo's wrinkled nut had Dr.Pau's wrist in a vice.

-Oooh that feels so good, I can nearly tickle your bowels my friend.

He swiveled his fist while jerking the young man's now hardened limb. As he slithered out of it, a whole wad of deep dark shit came with it. Lorenzo was defecating while in dreamland.

-`No worries my dear, daddy will clean it up for you.'

Many tissues later, Pau called for Romero's help. The latter one quickly stopped the filming with a push of a button in his desk drawer.

-`I am at your service.'

-`Here's the cash. Next time when he comes back for the lab result, tell him anything of bad news. We need him coming for a while. He's the best you've ever given me. Anyway, he needs urgent surgery for the fistula.'

-It's gonna cost you more, my dear doctor...'

These were the only moments when he dared to talk to his superior in a belittling way.

-I don't care, Pau said, hurt in his honour. Just get `m here and let me know, ate a proxima, este bem? (see you again, OK?)'

When Lorenzo woke up he felt really good. As if he had slept for days.

-You passed out, my dear, do you know? This means you were very tired and feeble. Maybe you should take a rest home and stop working for a few days. Take a holiday. I'll prescribe you some painkillers and a letter for your boss. Come and see me next week for a revision.`

Lorenzo, walked home all the way, still not believing what he'd just survived. He was never to be the same anymore. He had to admit he had enjoyed a big part of what Francis had done to him. He still had to face the check- up at the hospital next week. Yet, he had no idea whatsoever of what lay in store for him. As the week passed by he'd had no more desire to go to the gym either. One night, though, he had a premonition of some kind. It was windy as if a cyclone was to rage over the city. He hurried home, picked his key out of his pocket in the dark. The light bulb near the door refused to switch on. All of a sudden he felt a hand over his mouth and something hard in his back.

-'Open up quick and no sound! '

Lorenzo opened the front door in a minute, as soon as he got in someone pulled a hood over his head and pushed him forward. He heard a lot of foot stomping, giggles of young people; So far he could tell they had to be more than three in his house. Someone was running to the loo, another put on the stereo real loud.

-`Bring him over here,' one shouted. Another one barked:

-`this room here is better.'

Lorenzo was taken to his bedroom, he recognized the smell of his own clothes and bed linen. They had much fun in commenting Lorenzo's bedroom. 'Gee, look what I found here, a young voice shouted. No way! A fucking dildo! ,the size of a stallion.

-Oh, no,' Lorenzo thought. Why did I leave this lingering under my pillow? I never used it and now these guys think I am fanatic of fucking myself with it.`

-`Pull his pants down, fast. I want to see his white dick.'

Oh, now they gave themselves away. They were Negroes.

-'Gee, Francis really picked out a cutie one.' , a voice shrieked.

And as they ripped his underwear down they started pulling and tugging at his butt and nut sack.

-'Gee, I never had a go at a white ass. 'What about you. guys?' -'Noooo!' they replied in choir.

-'What are we waiting for then?`

Lorenzo's underwear and jeans were thrown out of the bedroom and now they were pulling his jacket and T-shirt away.

-`Gosh, look at those pinky nipples of his and his bellybutton is so cute, a third voice said, one that he hadn't heard before.

He recognized Francis' voice. A finger went up Lorenzo's midsection down to his pubic hair, and then it followed the ridge of his erecting cock.

• 'Wow, our Italian friend is responding to our caresses, that is promising,' Francis said.

Francis' finger remained there on top of urine slit, gently rubbing it. Lorenzo's cock grew stronger and stronger. Then he felt a tongue sliding over his nut sack. Was that Francis too? Really, would he now be more gentle and nice to him. From the back a hand was reaching from between his inner thighs and pushing a thumb in his anus. The thumb was all wet. The strange thing was: no one was uttering a word and Lorenzo did't even mind to keep the hood on. Now another hand moved in and widened his buttocks, another pushed his feet apart. Lorenzo nearly went wild, as his entire nut sack was getting chewed up and moistened by a wiggling tongue. Suddenly the hood moved over his lips and stopped right under his nose. Big fat rubbery lips pressed on his thin but gorgeous lips started kissing him. Lorenzo gave in, totally. The thumb was now giving way to two more fingers, pushing and shoving their way in. The hand was now pulling his dick backward through his thighs. It hurt a bit but he didn't say a thing, he simply enjoyed the overall sensation of being manhandled by so many hands fingers. One started squeezing and rubbing the tip of his glans, fractioning between fingers. The person who did it blew on the slit of his glans followed slowly by very wet lips sucking his cock all the way up while removing his foreskin. Lorenzo was moaning louder and louder. He heard the noise of somebody messing with water. 'Give it to me, ' he heard a young voice whisper. A piece of soap soaking wet went up his arse then down to his scrotum and up sideways to his pubes. 'More, ' the young guy whispered again. This went on until his was full of soap around his anus and nut sack. Then someone tore his butt cheeks apart for a second time and a hand pushing him to bend for over. He followed every hint. He felt a razorblade moving into his arse, but no pain, no cutting, just softly following every curve. They were shaving him down under! Not one arse hair or pubic hair was left on his body; he was as clean as a baby. Now he was made to sit on his knees and pushed on his fours. Still, without any word, someone pulled his head backward and forced his mouth open. Before he knew he felt a cock entering his mouth. God this was Francis again; he could remember the smell and size of it.

-`Give it here, one said. You pull here and you there.'

Two hands grabbed both butt cheeks and he felt something real hard they didn't feel like it was alive.

-'Push, more, pull, now. '

-'Ouuch! ' Lorenzo shouted.

No one cared; this was the dildo opening his back gate. Yes, I told you he faked his innocence. He has been using this horse cock so long.

-`Go on, he knows that stuff, it will go all in him. You there, get over here and take care of him under there.'

In a minute he had another couple of fat lips squeezing over his dick. God, what a feeling! Lorenzo thought his arse was being torn apart, but he couldn't scream as Francis was gagging him real hard with his monster cock.

• 'Take it babe, just take from both sides.'

As if that was not enough, someone came down on his back and riding him like a horse. He couldn't be older than seventeen or younger. The boy slapped him on the sides as if he was a horse indeed. The dildo was half way in him and his sphincter was spasming non-stop.

It's true that he had it at least 20 times up his arse. Just too widen his anus so he could take anything without pain. He wanted to be ready for the day he had a big Negro cock up there and that day was now. The fuck tool was pulled out in a minute and replaced by something real fleshy and hot indeed. Pumping and moans came from all sides. Francis shot his load, the other from the back and Lorenzo fired his off into the sucking human vacuum cleaner. They all fell down on the carpet of exhaustion.

-'Don't take your hood off; we'll be back next week.'

And that's what they did. Lorenzo never found out who they were and never went back to the hospital either. He lived a happy sexual life ever after without any children or spouse.

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