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Copyright 2009 Perfect BD
The Torture Experiment
by
Perfect BD
Please note, this is the first installment of this story and is basically setting the scene. As I loathe this kind of dull action I guarantee there will be little if any more scene setting in the next chapter which will be released. After the next chapter, please really let me know how you feel about this story. Thanks
Chapter 1: The Find
It was the beginning of my senior year of high school. I was from a small town and my school had about 2,000 kids in it. I was never really a social butterfly of sorts but I wasn't the kind of kid who had no friends either, but mostly, I kept to myself. I had always known that I was different. I sensed it starting sometime in my sophomore year. I had just broken up with my first serious girl friend and didn't have any plans to get back into a relationship anytime soon.
A litle more about me. My name is Stephen. I'm about 5'11' and slim. Not like bony skinny and all but just slim. i really don't have that much muscle definition. And its not like I didn't try - I did for a while there, but its just not my body type. And I guess that's were it all started. I started noticing other guys more and more. Some were really buff and all, and some were just a little bit toned out. Those are the ones who caught my eye. a little bit of tone with an excellent sense of style. I liked the long shaggy brown hair with highlights and blue eyes - but short hair works on some guys.
So, not to get off in a ramble there or anything. But bottom line, I knew I had that attraction there. I preferred to think of my self as just "more in touch with my sexual side." At least, that's what helped me sleep at night, for a while. You could say I had led a pretty sheltered life for the most part, but going to a public high school changes a part of you kinda quick. For me, it was the porn. Something about seeing a firmly toned chest and arms, baby smooth all stretched out, spread-eagle, and tied up just turned me on. Call me weird, but it works.
For the rest of my high school life I spent my time imagining what it would be like to be on the opposite end of the computer screen sometime. What if I were the one chained up and being tortured. I just couldn't even imagine...
So after years of longing I decided to do something about my desire. I went around looking for a master. But my problem was it couldn't just be any old, hair, hunk, muscle ribbed stud wrapped up in latex. I needed to find someone truly hot, someone who really turned me on. Because I knew, without the perfect master, my dreams just were not satisfied.
After about three more months of careful looking I found just the guy. I was 21 and he was 22, and the best part, he had just enough chest definition that his beautiful nipples stood out on his chest. The deep brown rings surrounded the two most beautiful tits ever. His body, well, at least his chest, was perfectly smooth and his skin just the right amount of tan. I instantly fell in love -- but the local pool was not exactly the best place to find out what his deal was, i mean, was he even gay - hell, I'd even take bi. But I just knew I had to find out..
I casually kept my distance for about the next hour until my perfect opportunity came my way. He had grabbed his bag and was heading into the locker rooms. I quickly jumped up before realizing I didn't want to make a scene, then slowly followed until he rounded the corner, then ran to follow in pursuit. Once inside the dimly lit room, I found that we were alone. He had stopped at a locker to grab some clothes and I passed by to pretend to visit the urinal. As I passed, I grabbed a quick look at his ass, and my god, it was perfect. I knew it was my time.
As I was deciding how I was going to say something I heard the shower start in the other room. This was my chance. I quick jumped back into the locker room and stripped down. My dick, was starting to get hard at the idea of what awaited me. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the steam filled showers. The showers here were a little different. There were five sets of three shower "room" that were divided with doors and separators. I headed right for the only one that was occupied. As I opened the door, my skin tickled with anticipation, my heart raced with every beat.
Then, almost reflexive as I opened the door and stepped over the threshold, his head turned around to stare at me. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, acting as if I was embarrassed. "I just always use this shower and no one else hardly does and I didn't even stop to think why there was water running." I paused for a moment thinking about the possible outcomes -- one he could say that's ok, and I would just have to abandon my hopes, two, he could call me a gay perv and threaten to bash my head in, or, hopefully, he wouldn't mind one bit.
"Oh, don't even worry" he said, "I'm certainly not shy" he said as he turned back around. "You don't have to go to a different shower, it doesn't bother me at all, plus, these showers take forever to get warmed up and I'm about done here anyway."
"Oh, well, thanks" I muttered, "i really feel so awkward, you know." "Don't worry." he said, as he lathered his hair." I'm Adam by the way" he replied. "Stephen" I almost yelled in excitement. This couldn't be going any better.
"Well, don't be shy" he laughed. I had not yet even removed the towel from around my waist.
in haste I threw the towel back without even thinking. But as soon as I did I knew we had a problem. My dick was telling all my true feelings. It stood fully erect at a normal 6.5 inches. I was circumcised and I kept my pubic hair trimmed neatly and always shaved my balls. it just made me feel more attractive in my own mind. After all, why frame such a magnificent body piece in a wild untamed mess.
"Woahhh" there Adam yelled as he took a step back. "Oh god, I just keep making this worse" I apologized as i pretended to search for the towel I had purposefully thrown over the divider to the next shower stall. "Oh, don't bother" Adam sighed, "Its not as if it really bothers me. After all, I've seen a few dicks in my life before."
We spent the remained of our shower in complete silence. While I had gotten many good views of his tight little ass, I still hadn't somehow missed the main course. As I turned to grab the shampoo, Adam grabbed a towel and turned off his shower.
Damn, I thought to myself. Looks like this isn't going good after all. As I thought of all the things that Adam could be doing to me, all the torture and agonizing screams he could pull from inside me, he said something....
"Hey, a group of my friends are going to see a movie tonight, you wanna tag along. one of our buddies ditched and we have a free spot."
I almost screamed when I heard what he had said. "YES!!" I replied.
"Cool. Come out here and I'll give you my number." i followed him out, got him number, and said I'd call him once I got home and then come over. As he changed into his tight brief shorts all I could do was stare. I was sure he had noticed by now and would never have anything else to do with me. But even then, I had no clue as far as what to expect from the coming night, and even for the next few weeks. Never in my wildest dreams could I have dreamt my future.
-------------------------- Next up: chapter Two, The first experiment.
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