Passing the Drug Test - Part 3
This is part 3 of Passing the Drug Test. Finally.
All characters described are fictional.
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I was simply stunned. I had expected an afternoon and maybe late night of being filmed in compromising positions doing humiliating things. I had not expected to be doing it along side of someone I consider a good friend. I guess that's how Travis passed his re-test though. At length, John ushered me inside the house. I picked up my bag (and jaw) off the floor and moved further into the living room. John motioned for me to have a seat on the couch next to Travis. He then disappeared into the kitchen momentarily, returning with a glass of water which I accepted from him. John explained that group shoots pay more, so he figured he would help out both of us. I could barely look at Travis. This was like the height of awkward dinner table conversation. I think both of us were thinking worst case scenarios, and not just the very real possibility of having to lose our anal virginity to a friend that we had to see everyday in school in a singlet. There were others in the school that were quite enterprising at scouring the Internet for black mail material on other students. While to date I had not been the victim of any of it, this was opening the door to a whopper of a possibility. The last thing I needed was to become a slave of the bully squad because of this.
Somehow, John managed to sort of get us talking, mainly by brining up sports and TV I think. When we both had finished our water, John invited us down to the basement to get started. When we got downstairs, we found a full camera and light rig set up in front of the couch. We were both about to officially become indentured servants to John. John instructed both of us to stand in front of the couch next to each other facing the cameras. He moved between the lights turning them on, then went to the center of three cameras and turned that one on. Looking through the viewer, he made a couple of adjustments then stepped back. "Ok gentlemen, I want to take your clothes off. Try to remain in the space your are in now, and don't turn away from the camera especially when you get to your underwear." Travis and I exchanged a look of "ok, here we go, let's get this over with" and started stripping down. In short order we were standing nude next to each other trying to act natural on video. John appeared quite satisfied with our appearance. Both of us had bodies that were attractively cut without looking like body builder gym addicts. Travis' skin tone is darker than mine, and he actually has a decent amount of chest hair for his age. More importantly to John though, both of us maintained our pubic hair in a close crop so he didn't have to stop and send us to the shower to fix it.
Flipping the other two cameras on, John instructed us to have a seat on the couch. Once again he did some fiddling with the cameras to get the shot he wanted. John then instructed us to get hard. He told us to just get hard and try to maintain it. He wanted to play a little bit. The first one to cum would be the main subject of the next scene, motioning to the big exam chair in the middle of the room. I instantly recalled the video John used to ensure we would come back. I knew I wanted little part of what was next.
Oddly getting an erection sitting next to Travis was not difficult at all. We were used to seeing each other naked in the locker room, and I am sure at one point or another we had all probably seen each other semi-erect. Mentally we just invoked the urinal rule, you know look straight ahead (or at the camera in this case) or make eye contact with the person next to you. What WAS surprising was how rapidly I got hard, and how hard I got. Within a minute or two, I felt like my shaft was going to bust. It was actually difficult to keep my pole off my stomach. Then it dawned on me. The water John had served earlier had been in a blue glass. The sneaky bastard wanted to hide the boner pill that had apparently been crushed up and mixed in. I snuck a glance over at Travis to see if he was being affected in the same way. Suffice it to say that Travis could look like a monster in every aspect.
It didn't take long before both of our cocks started leaking pre-cum. John had noted this and begun working his cameras for the golden shots of it. Both Travis and I were entering into that zone where we had to move carefully to keep from going over the edge. In short order, I could feel Travis start to squirm on the couch next to me. I could hear him trying to control his breathing and start grunting. I sat up a bit to shift my weight around some and in the process brushed up against Travis' thigh. I guess the feeling of that ran up his body as I heard him take in a sharp breath. This cued John to move over the camera on Travis' side and crank the zoom in. Less than a minute later, Travis began cursing in an increasingly louder voice. His body stiffened up and he shot his load, cum creating a trail from the center of his chest down to the base of his shaft. As Travis was starting to recover, John called out "hands by your side, look up". John had taken the camera off of its tripod and begun moving around Travis. John moved in tight getting close ups of Travis' body, now glistening from sweat, working from his head down the length of the cum trail to his now softening but still heavily veined cock.
As John sat the camera down, he said "Ok, now we start to get to some of the fun stuff. Travis, I want you to lay down on the floor with your head between the legs of your co-worker there." Travis shot John a questioning look. John continued "We need to put on a good show to get the dough right?" Travis rolled off the couch and positioned himself between my legs. I slid up to the edge of the couch a bit and spread my legs out to accommodate Travis' head and broad shoulders. John grabbed the camera on my side and instructed me to let go when ready. Obviously I was to lean forward and try to get as much of my shot as possible on Travis. I looked down at Travis and saw that his eyes were blank. He had resigned himself to his fate of being a cum rag. He nodded back to me in and effort to let me know it was ok. In wasn't long before I was seriously ready to let go. I looked up at John who confirmed he was ready. With a couple of loud breaths, I was adding my cum to Travis' face, chest, and stomach.
John finished off his taping, then grabbed a couple of towels and handed them to us. I helped Travis back to the couch and tried to quietly apologize to him. Travis dismissed it as not being my fault. It was doing what it took to pay off a debt.
As I sat there and recovered, I got that need to take a piss feeling that you get after a good jerk-off session. I asked John if he minded if I hit the toilet. John replied that he didn't want me to just yet, and in fact needed me to get to the stage of really urgently needing to piss. I swallowed hard at that, remembering that John had another scene in mind to shoot.