[If you’re sexually active, do it safe – NOT like the characters in thesefantasy stories I write.]
I’m John, John Novak. A few years ago, I finished law school and began working with a law firm that does basic litigation. Turned out I was damned good at it, too. The partners liked me, and they decided to let me start handling some major cases. My personal life was kind of average. I dated some women, but not any one person only. I saw a lot of my friends, the “Bros” from college, not so much from law school, though.
When I was an undergrad, I played on the college soccer team. After undergrad days, wanting not to “go to pot”, I made it a point to stay in good physical condition. At 5’10" and 185 lbs., I was doing a good job of it. I was at the gym three times a week. It was a place in town, not fancy, but kept up well. Everyone from laborers to lawyers like me went there. It had a good location. Some of my friends from the firm who also went there and some other men we’d met and I would often laugh among ourselves at some of the meathead body builders. A few of them, in particular. They had tattoos that looked like a grade school kid had done them! Dumb, dumb, dumb!
I manage a gym. My name happens to be Jim, too – “Big Jim”, they call me. Yup. I’m built. The gym is downtown in the city. A lotta business types come here to work out . . . accountants, lawyers. managers. Some are on the rich side. Most are in the middle. There are also some hardcore body builders. Most of them are not the richer guys. Usually, they are laborers. The dues here ain’t high, ‘n’ I don’t tell no one that I charge them less. All of 'em, rich and not rich, they like this gym because it’s got a convenient location for them, and it’s clean with good equipment that’s maintained.
In court, I had recently handled a case for the law firm – abig one financially. A scammer who had swindled a lot of people out of their money had gotten off on criminal charges, but we brought him down big in a civil case. I was the lead attorney for the group suing him. I managed to pull off a huge win. It ruined him financially. He literally didn’t have a penny left . . . just a whole lotta debt! Was I ever proud of myself! Did a fair amount of bragging about it afterward. I should have just been humble and kept my mouth shut.
One of the places that I bragged about it was at the gym where I go. The manager, Jim, was real interested. He said he’d heard about the case, but not known that I was the main man responsible for the big take down. He congratulated me. I told him that since I had made a lot of money for myself on that case, I wanted to take him out either for an expensive meal wherever he wanted to go or to his favorite bar where I’d quietly back his buying drinks for everyone there – and all the night’s drinks for him and any friends he invited.
He said that he wanted some time to think, told me he’d let me know after my workout. When I was in the showers, he waited in the locker room and when I came out, naked and drying myself with my towel, he was waiting near my locker. He seemed to be looking me up and down . . . kinda made me feel funny. But, what the hell. He’s the gym manager. He sees naked and muscled men all the time, and a lotta them are way better specimens than I ever was . . . or will be. But, like I said, I was in good condition.
Jim said he’d thought about my offer and called some friends who he wanted to take to the bar. He said he’d told his assistant manager to close the gym at the end of the night. He had a favorite bar in mind, “The Hole in the Wall,” and we went straight there. It was not what I expected . . . nor where I expected, either. I figured he’d choose an upscale expensive place. This was pretty much what its name said. It was a hole in the wall. Dark. Dingy. Smelled of spilt beer and tobacco smoke. I saw cigarettes and cigars all lit up. Even caught the smell of pot. At first it didn’t register, but after a few minutes I realized that there wasn’t a woman in the place. I was struck by the number of bare chests, of leather clothes, and a number guys that looked like the serious body builders at the gym look.
Jim saw the friends he’d told to meet him, and he led me to them. There were five of them. He introduced me to them. They seemed pretty reserved. I thought that maybe he hadn’t told them that he was gonna be taking the bar tabs for them for the night. They fit right in with the men I’d just noticed. Big. Muscled. Two of them had on tight jeans and mostly unbuttoned shirts. Three of them wore tight pants that were made of a sort of brown, rough leather.
I was definitely in a gay bar! I’d been to some gay bars with friends who batted on that team in the past, but this place was a whole other story. This was way more down and gritty. I felt intimidated . . . but I wasn’t about to let on. I couldn’t.
If I’d had any idea that this was gonna be Jim’s favorite bar, I would have made the offer differently. I’d have told him I was inviting him and his friends tomy favorite bar. It was too late to do anything about it, though. I figured I’d just roll with it. It would be a new experience for me to share with my friends at work who also worked out at Big Jim’s.
Jim asked everyone what they wanted to drink, telling them that the drinks for the night were on him. He also told the bartender – who was shirtless with leather pants and leather strips around his formidable biceps – to announce to everyone in the bar that their next round of whatever they were drinking was on him. When he called that out, cheers rose all round us as they raised their glasses, bottles, or cans in the air toward Jim. He looked very pleased with himself.
He said to me that he wanted me to start with a Long Island Iced Tea. That’s a strong drink. I protested, but he wasn’t gonna take “no” for an answer. I gave in. After that, he made sure I kept getting other drinks. I made sure they were less powerful, though. I didn’t wanna be sick or so hung over in the morning that I couldn’t stand the sound of any noise or the smell of any food. I’d done that a time too many in college. Never again.
When I went to the john to take a piss, I was in for a new shock. There was an actual wall with a hole in it – well, many holes – at various heights from the floor from about two and a half feet to three feet. As I stood at the urinal pissing, a man who had just finished walked to one of them and stuck his penis into one of the holes. I’d never seen anything like this before, but I sure knew right away what was happening. It dawned on me that now I knew for sure where the bar’s name came from. I felt disgusted.
When I got back to the bar, Jim had a grin on his face different from any I’d seen on him before. He’d also taken off his shirt. He said to me, “You figure out anything yet, John?” I answered, "Yea, I did. I pretty well knew I was in a gay bar after we got here. Now I know why it’s called “The Hole in the Wall”.
Jim and his buddies all laughed. Jim handed me another drink. I said “no” again. He insisted again. Again, I gave in. I figured I’d just sip at it and make it last and last.
One of Jim’s friends, Joaquin, was staring at me . . . right in my eyes. He had black, black eyes. I felt a chill, like he was lookingthrough me, or maybeinto me. I remember feeling a tremble in my spine and my legs felt rubbery. I thought, “Fuck. I really have drunk too much. I am gonna be so bad in the morning. I gotta get outta here.”
I don’t remember anything of that night at the bar after that. When I woke up to the alarm in my apartment, I was lying on the bed fully dressed, shoes still on, head splitting, and feeling like I was about to puke . . . which I did. No way could I go into work. I stumbled to the bathroom, puke on my clothes, and kept right on up-shucking into the toilet once I made it there . . . on my knees with my head over the bowl. It was a terrible, terrible morning. I was sick and hurting and filthy – and too bad off to even try to clean up. I lay down on the floor and more or less passed out. All I wanted was to get lost in sleep. Many hours later, I woke up in good enough condition at least to start to clean myself up.
That night when I went to bed, I felt more human. I did have a funny sense, though, that something wasn’t “right”. I couldn’t say what, and I still didn’t feel good enough to bother about it. I slept. The automatic alarm went off again. The clock had a day indicator on it that said, “Saturday”. O.K., guess it was Friday that I lost. Yea - it was Thursday night that I told Jim I’d take him and his friends to his favorite bar. That Bar! Fuck! I thought, “I don’t ever wanna see that place again! Just let it stay a bad, bad memory”!
I got up, showered even though I was clean from last night’s shower. I just felt like I needed it. When I started to soap up my crotch, I stopped short and looked down. My hands felt an all-smooth surface. My fuckin’ pubic hair was gone – I was completely shaved! I’ve never shaved my crotch. What the hell had happened? What had Jim and his buddies done? Ithad to have been them. When I was drunk, they must have shaved me! Damn! The members of the gym who’d see me in the locker room were gonna be wondering.
O.K. The gym. “Big Jim”. I figured, “It’s time for a reckoning.” I headed for the gym and there he was. Jim was behind the front desk. He took a look at me and scowled. “You look like hell,” he said. “Damn straight I do, you bastard. And, you know why. What the hell did you and your buddies do to me when I was passed out drunk?" He said, “Do your workout. We’ll talk about Thursday night in my office when you’ve finished.” I was expecting some sort of explanation . . . or even a mocking making fun of me. But, a scowl and a calm, “We’ll talk about it my office” wasnot what I expected – or wanted. I said, “Fuck No! We’ll talk about it right here and now!” “No, we won’t. Wouldn’t you rather have the others here to talk, too? I’ll call them. Maybe they can come.” I responded, “What the hell. The others? You gonna bring them here? What for?” “Well, you said you wanted to know what me and my friends did. This way, you’ll find out.” "Shit. All right. After my workout. In your office, you fucker!” Jim just smiled again. I remembered that same different kinda grin that he had had on his face the night before last at the bar.
When I finished my workout and had showered, as I returned to my locker, a few of the regulars who I sometimes worked out with at the gym were just arriving and changing into their gear. They both spotted my shaved pubes and smiled big. One of them said, “Hmm, John. Didn’t know you were into man-scaping. What’s up?” The other one added, “I’ll say one thing. It sure does ‘accentuate the positive’. Your dick shows up big time now. That what you were goin’ for? Question is, who’d you wanna impress . . . some lady – or US?” I shot back, “Sure as hell not YOU!” I made it clear that I was not amused.
As I got dressed, though, I thought to myself that I did look good – hot – like this. Then I felt it in my groin. My cock started to thicken and began to get hard. No way. Me, gettin’ aroused because my crotch is shaved smooth? No way, no way. Had to be just a coincidence. I was thankful that the guys had left the locker room.
I went from the locker room to Jim’s office. When I went in, Jim was there, and so was Joaquin. No one else. Jim said, “Only Joaquin could make it. So, it’ll just be the three of us.” I looked at Jim and then Joaquin. The eyes. Again, I felt that chill down my spine. At first, he just looked at me. Then, Jim said, “Pavlovich”. I froze. I dunno what happened next. Jim said, “Get down on your knees.” I thought, “Yea, I want to do that.”No,I didn’twant to do that! Next thing I heard was Jim telling me to go onto all fours and crawl toward him. Still not wanting to but unable to stop myself, I did it. Jim said to me, “Open my fly and pull out my cock. Make it hard and suck it.” I thought “No way am I gonna suck a man’s cock!” – but I reached up and unzipped his pants, took out his dick, made it hard by massaging it, and then licked its head and up and down its shaft. Then, I took it into my mouth and began sucking it deeper and deeper in each time I moved up and down on his prick. It felt right to be doing this. I only even knew how because a few women had serviced me the same way.No, I did not want to be doing this. Why was I?
Monday I was back at the office. I told the partner at the firm, the one that I reported to, that I had been really, really sick on Friday – too sick even to call in. I apologized. He expressed concern whether I was fully O.K. again yet. I thanked him and told him, yes, I was.
The day started normal. I worked on some cases. I took a coffee break. I talked with some of the other lawyers. Then, I went into the john to take a leak. As soon as I saw the urinals along the wall, I flashed back to “The Hole in the Wall”. Then, I seemed to go onto autopilot. I went into a stall and closed the door. I unzipped, pissed a good one, and then stood there and started masturbating my cock. As it got big and thick and stiff, I heard myself groaning. I was thinking, “Don’t do this. Not here. Don’t make any sounds. If someone comes in, they’ll know what you’re doing”. But, I didn’t quit groaning. I was feeling it like never before. I massaged my dick faster and faster. The pre coming out of my slit was flowing and I was using it for lube. I stroked fast and hard. Finally, I cummed. I think I might have actually hollered it was so strong. I forced my still hard cock back into my shorts and zipped up. I went to the sink, looked in the mirror, saw that I was sweating. I threw water in my face, combed my hair, and left the john. Don’t know how long I’d been in there. Just know it felt GREAT. And, I didn’t know why it had happened. From then on, the day seemed normal.
That night, my dreams took me back to the urinals at The Hole in the Wall. They also took me to Jim’s office at the gym with Joaquin’s eyes staring into mine. I remembered Jim having said a word – just one word . . . but I couldn’t remember what it was. Then, I woke up from my dream. I had cum all over my hard shaft and my now clean-shaven crotch. I lay there still for a moment, and then my hand began to move to spread the cum all over from my crotch up over my abs and my chest. I massaged and fondled my nipples with it. My still hard cock jumped due to the direct line from my nips to it. I thought back to my dream and tried to remember the word that Jim had said in his office . . . the one that the dream’s ending had cut off. It was some kind of name . . . someone’s name. Whose?
When I looked at the clock, it was only five minutes till the alarm was set to go off, so I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After my shower – where my pube-less crotch grabbed my attention not in a bad way and saw me getting my cock hardened up again from the semi-hard state to which it had receded – I stood in front of the mirror and started the day’s grooming. Looking at my face, I thought, “Maybe it’s time for me to start a beard.” That shortened the time at the sink. I moved on and was soon out of the door on the way to the law office.
When I got there, one of the principals of the firm saw me and motioned to me to follow him. I did. We ended up in his office. He had a file from one of the cases I’d worked on the day before on his desk. He said, “Just what is this shit?” Taken aback, I said, “Sir. I’m not sure what you mean. What is the problem?” He raised his voice and told me that what I had written as a brief of the case wouldn’t even be acceptable from a first-year law student. He slid it across his desk to where I stood on the other side of it and told me that if it wasn’t done correctly and ready by noon, I could start seeking other employment. Then he told me, “Leave”.
I raced to my office with the file. Looking at it, none of it made sense to me. I couldn’t organize my thoughts about it. I couldn’t even remember what the issues were, let alone how to approach them. Something wasn’t working right in my brain. I felt scared. After struggling with it for an hour, I took a piss break.
Once in the john, I was on autopilot again. I went into the stall, pissed . . . and then started a slow masturbation that gradually worked up to a faster one. It felt SO good. I got lost in it. Don’t know how long I was there. I was brought back to reality as I heard myself shout as I cummed. A second time – and it wasn’t even noon yet. I just smiled and again forced my hard dick back into my underwear. I thought to myself – “Why do I wear it? Underwear? Why don’t I quit wearin’ it?” Back in my office, no joy. I felt like I’d never been to law school. I couldn’t corral any legal strategy or plan. Nothing. At noon, the principal partner’s administrative assistant knocked on my door. He said he’d come for the brief that his boss had given me that morning. I looked at him and told him it was not ready yet. He left. Within a few minutes’ time, my phone rang. The assistant who’d just left told me that the boss wanted to see me . . . immediately.
My meeting with him was brief and to the point. He said that I was suspended for a week. The case would be turned over to someone else. If after a week’s time I could not demonstrate that my head was on straight again, my employment with the firm would cease immediately. I stammered through a sort of apology and pretty much made a fool of myself. Then, I left.
Back in my apartment after leaving the office, strangely I didn’t even feel very concerned about what had happened. What I was concerned about was my cock! It was like a rock and painful in my pants. I got naked, sat down and started fondling it. It was all the way out, my foreskin well behind my cock head. I’m big when I’m hard. Eight inches plus a little. Shit, I’m big when I’m soft at more than 5". A “shower” and a “grower”. My pre-cum was leaking strong. I lubed my shaft with it. If it was possible, I was gettin’ even harder. After a while I felt a rush as my cock sprayed cum up in the air. It landed on my chest and abs. Cum number 3 for the day so far. Damn! Like I had done in bed not that many hours before, I rubbed it around my torso and used it to play with my nipples.
When I came down from the bate high, I didn’t bother with any cleaning up. I put on my gym gear and headed out. Once at the gym, instead of going to the locker room, I went to Jim’s office. I knocked and he called, “Come in”. When I did, he said, “Pavlovich”. I went into freeze frame. I could think fine, but I couldn’t move. I don’t know why I didn’t feel scared, but I didn’t.
Jim walked toward me. He stood close to me. He reached out and took hold of my junk and just “handled” it. I heard a moan come from my mouth. That brought that strange kind of grin to Jim’s face again. He said, “You have any trouble thinking right today?” How the hell did he know what had happened to me. And, why had I even come to his office? Why hadn’t I gone to the locker room to put on the clothes that I’d brought to change into after my workout into a locker?
Then he said, “Sit down”. He added, “Oh, and you can talk!” I sat. I just looked at him. After some silence, he said, “You know it’s not comin’ back. Your smarts. They’re goin’ away. I’ll bet you’ll have a hard time bein’ a big-time lawyer without that big I.Q. you’ve bragged about, johnnie.” I thought, “johnnie?” That’s not my name. No one calls me that. But, I didn’t say anything. I just sat silent. I didn’t know why.
Then – also not knowing what was making me do it – I dropped from the chair onto my knees. I went down on all fours and began crawling toward where Jim had returned behind his desk. When I got to him, I buried my head between his legs. I searched with my tongue to feel where his cock was in his pants. When I found it, I started licking. I said to him, “Sir, please let me suck your cock.” He laughed and told me to open his fly and let it out. He was commando, so I just reached in and helped it free itself. I immediately went down on the semi-hard pole. I was moving fast all round it with my mouth, drooling on its head, licking first down one side, then back up underneath and down the other side. Finally, I took it entirely into my mouth. That’s when Jim started bucking his pelvis and mouth fucking my face. We were both groaning, me doing it around his member in my mouth. Finally, he cummed. I tried to swallow it all, but some dribbled outta my mouth. After he’d finished his last spurt of cum, he leaned back and laughed as his cock fell out of my mouth. Jim told me, “Crawl back over to the chair and sit in it.” I did.
After that, I went and did my workout . . . just as though what had happened was the way it always was. In the locker room afterwards, I showered – and masturbated – in the common shower area. Some men came in. They looked at me as I bated my big cock. I didn’t care. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I just didn’t give a damn.I thought, “What the hell am I doing? I can’t do this in public like this!” But, I just kept on doin’ it till I cummed a fourth time for the day . . . so far. They just shook their heads, laughed, and said something about me being a “dumb fuck jerkin’ off in the gym showers”.
After going home and eating something, the thought of going to The Hole in the Wall came to me. I figured, what the hell, why not. Remembering how I had stood out by not being dressed to fit in at all the first time, I put on the oldest pair of jeans I could find. I’d put on some muscle since I’d last used them. They were on the tight side. I remembered an old tee-shirt someone had given me as a prank years before. Sure enough, it was in the closet at the bottom of a box in the back corner. Some teammates had been teasing me about my cock size and given me a tee with a picture of an erect cock on it. Under it, it said, I’M BIG. I’d never worn it. Never. I didn’t think twice tonight, though. I was out the door and on my way to The Hole in the Wall.
Being a Tuesday, I didn’t think anyone would be in the bar. It was only about 7:00. I was mistaken. It was about a quarter full. I got a beer and sat down at a table in a corner facing the doorway. Somehow, I expected that Jim and his friends would be coming in. I felt like I was supposed to be there to meet them. Strange. Sure enough, after about 20 minutes, in they come. All of 'em. They scanned the room and came straight to me. They pulled chairs from nearby tables and all sat down.
Joaquin just looked at me . . . through me. They all grinned at my shirt. Then, Jim said, “More like it. You look a little better than you did last time. You stood out like a sore thumb.” I said nothing, but my cock was growing in my tight jeans. I was commando. Jim said, “Stand up. I wanna see what kind of pants you’ve got on.” I did as I was told. “Yea”, he said – “you’re gettin’ hard. Just like you should be.” Then one of Jim’s buddies who was sitting on my left reached over and put his hand on my hard dick snaking down my leg. He started to squeeze it and let go, squeeze and let go, at a steady regular pace. Before long I felt a cool sensation and knew that I must be leaking pre in the leg of my jeans. No matter, what the hell.How was I doin’ this? I’d never done anything like this before or even considered appearing in public like I looked now.
Joaquin stood up and told me to come with him. I did as I was told. I didn’t really want to. Joaquin scared me. I just “had to”, though. It was like I had been given an order. I followed him into a door after the one to the john. It was a room, but it looked more like a hallway than a regular room. I saw three naked guys. Two were kneeling on the floor and one was sitting on a wooden stool. There was a hole in the wall in front of each of them. Joaquin said, “Get naked. Then go sit on that empty stool in front of the fourth glory hole. It’s where you’re gonna stay till one of us comes to get ya. Suck anything that comes through the hole.” He turned and left. I smiled. I wanted to do this. I felt my cock start to move. I felt excited.What the hell. I can’t do this. I’m a lawyer. I’m not some sort of pervert suckin’ anonymous dick in a dingy bar. I stayed there for hours and I did suck anything that came through the hole. None of the four of us at the holes spoke to each other the whole night. Almost all the time, at least one of us was “busy”.
The first cock through my hole was a long, thick, black one. Something inside me exploded. I couldn’t wait to get that thick dick in my mouth. I went to its head and began to bathe it with my tongue. It had a hood. I licked around the edge of it that still clung to the shaft a little above the glans. Then, I slicked the whole shaft. I heard the man groan loud. Then, I started strokin’. It was ecstasy.Then, it hit me . . . again: I’m a lawyer. I’m not some scuzbag, dive-bar, john glory hole, cock sucker! But, WHY, why am I likin’ doin’ this? And – so much? Why am I batin’ my own cock while I’m doin’ it? Damn!
The next cock through my hole was nothing like the first one. Nah! It was short. And, fat. The guy had to push his bush practically through the hole to get his prick far enough through for me to get it in my mouth. I still treated him fine, though. I treated him just like I did the first one. I wanted to make him feel his cock like he never had before. I cummed as I stroked my own cock while I did him. That made number five!
The next sucks all kinda telescope together in my memory. One does stand out, though.Stands out – yea! It must have been at least 10 or 11 inches. It was SO long. And, I felt so proud. I got it all the way down my throat without gaggin’! I was slobberin’ drool like a faucet, but I didn’t gag!
The bar was closing when Jim came for me. I had cum and drool all over my face and chest and crotch. My hair was caked with it, too. Most of the guys pulled outta my mouth to shoot. He said to get dressed. I did. He took me to the car. Inside, he said “Pavlovich”, and everything stood still.
When he dropped me off a few blocks from my apartment, I walked the rest of the way. It was so late on a week night that I didn’t run into anyone. If I had – and if they knew what sex smelled like – they would have known I’d been involved in a lot of it. Once home, I got naked. I didn’t shower. I lay down on the bed and dropped off to sleep right away. As usual lately, my sleep was full of dreams, and also as usual, I woke up wet with cum. I wouldn’t have thought I could produce so much . . . even though my balls are in proportion to my big cock. They’re big low hangers.
When I got up, I went to the closet door. It had a full-length mirror on it. I looked at my cum-crusted body and hair. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I heard myself say, “You’ve come home, johnnie.”What the hell!!
“johnnie”?? The only one who’s ever called me that was that once when Jim did it! For the first time, it dawned on me that maybe Jim had something to do with all this mind shit happening to me. I mean I knew he’d been part of shaving my pubic hair, but how could he play mind games on me like this? How could he be makin’ me do all sort of shit that I was never into? Could he even be makin’ melike it? No way. I don’t believe in magic.
It was Tuesday. I wasn’t welcome back in the office till next Tuesday. What was I gonna do with a whole week? I thought maybe I should pull out some of my law school books or notes . . . try to bone up on whatever I seemed to be missing, forgetting. I looked in the mirror. I was still standing in front of it. The only boning up happening was of another kind. My dick was stiff out in front of me, pointing right back at me in the mirror. I thought, "You got a great cock, johnnie.” Damn. There it was again – “johnnie”. Where’s that comin’ from?
My efforts to get into the law books got nowhere. In fact, it all seemed really new to me. It was like I’d never read the stuff before, and I sure as hell didn’t know what all the fancy named stuff was about. But, I must have in the past! I had graduated from law school – and with great grades. I had gotten good cases at the law firm early on. I was the “boy wonder”. Now, though – if I think ‘bout it, I’m actin’ more like just a “boi”. “johnnieboi”. Nah! Nah! I can’t be losin’ it. I can’t be somehow dumber than a week ago. No way Jim could be doin’ something like that – even if he wanted to.
By the middle of the afternoon, I gave up. I couldn’t make any sense of the law books. I just fell asleep. That meant I dreamed. That meant I woke up wet with cum – again.
About 5:00, I went back to the gym. Again, without knowing why, I headed for Jim’s office, not the lockers. He was at the main desk helping a member with something. I held back. I saw him see me, but he kept talking to the gym member. When he was finished, he looked up toward me and nodded toward his office door. I went in and sat down in the chair. Somehow, that didn’t seem right. I slid out of it onto my knees, put my fists on the floor, and sat back on my heels.
Jim came into his office. He looked at me. He grinned that grin. He didn’t say a thing, just went to the closet and came back with a mask. It was a dog’s head mask and made to wrap around a man’s whole head. It had a buckle in the back. I saw that the buckle had a lock, too. Seeing it, my cock went into action in my sweats.Why? Why would this thing turn me on? What’s happenin’ to me?
Jim tried it on me and then took it off. He said, "Can’t have ya wearing this in the gym. Maybe somewhere else, though. Hmm. Maybe The Hole in the Wall. Whaddya think, johnnieboi? Being real aware of what was happening in my commando sweats, I just muttered, “Yea. Yea, Sir.” “Sir”? Jim said, "It’s workin’, johnnieboi. Ya noticed how cooperative you’re bein’? Anything else you been noticin’?” “Sir,” I said, “I notice I can’t remember much of the law stuff I studied. I can’t remember hardly ANY of it!” He answered, “Yup. Like I said, it’s workin’ , , , just like I want it to.” “What, Sir? What’s workin’?” “johnnieboi, that smartass lawyer John Novak – he caused my cousin, my best friend, Vlado Pavlovich to lose every penny he had. That lawyer guy thought he was so smart – braggin’ ‘bout his big bonus haul for winning that case. Well, ya ain’t never goin’ back to that high flyin’ livin’ again. You’re gonna be learnin’ a whole new kinda life.” “How are you doing these things to me? How ya makin’ me do stuff?” “Oh, you’ve already had your first program session. Think 'bout that time when you can’t remember what happened. That wasn’t cuz you were drunk!” “No way. You can’t be controllin’ me like that!” “No? You just go on believing that. Ya aren’t supposed to remember the training. Why ya think you didn’t clean off the cum all over your body after last night’s session at your glory hole? How’d ya know to be waitin’ for me like a dog before I came back into this office?” “Nah, Nah.” “Yea, Yea! Think on that, johnnieboi! And, there’s gonna be more. Not through with you yet. Nowhere near through.”
“How are making me do these things?” “I got PLANS for ya . . . the bigshot lawyer who ruined my cousin’s life. That cousin’s my best friend. Now it’s YOUR life that ain’t gonna be anything like you planned – johnnieboi!”
While Jim was sayin’ all that to me, I couldn’t believe that my prick was aroused. It had come full out hard! I couldn’t understand that at all. He noticed my stiff cock, too. “So, boi, youlike that you’re losin’ your old life! Seems so. Look at that big tent pointin’ outta the crotch of your sweats!”
“No, noo. I don’t like what you’re sayin’, what you’re makin’ happen to me. I dunno why my cock’s doin’ what it is. Pleeasse, stop it! I’ll figure out a way to get the money back to your cousin! I WILL! Just stop makin’ me change!”
“No fuckin’ way, johnnieboi. You’re mine now . . . least ways your future is! Stand up. Drop those sweats.” I did like he told me, and my cock shot straight out, pointin’ in front of me. Jim said, “Ya see. Just like you’re programmed to be doin’. You’re commando.” I never used to go commando, yet there I was. Nothing had been covering my cock, balls, and ass but my sweats.
Jim stepped to the small fridge in his office. In its freezer he kept ice packs in case someone had a gym accident and needed them for swelling. He said to me, “Come over here.” When I got in front of him, he took one of the ice packs and wrapped it round my hard cock and with his other hand, he wrapped one around my balls. I shouted at the shock of the ice. He laughed and told me not to move. Didn’t take long for my penis to shrink and my testicles to move up nearly inside of me. Jim took the ice off of me and reached to the shelf beside the fridge. He had something in his hand. I didn’t know what it was. He fiddled with my now really small cock. It couldn’t have been more than about two inches, if that. I felt something come over it. Then, he pulled something up from under my balls. He pressed both of ‘em closed, and I heard two clicks. I looked down and saw Jim had put two padlocks into what he’d just put on my junk.
“There ya go, johnnieboi. THOSE are a cock cage ‘n’ a balls cage! They’re little ones, too. But, lemme see if they’re too little. I’m not intendin’ to have a legal case against me for causin’ a doc to get called in. Yup. They’re little . . . but not too much. That dicklet of yours inside there ain’t gonna be gettin’ big no more. It’s no use to ya now! Balls are captured, too.” "Nahh – Jim – Noo! Don’t Jim, doon’t. Pleese!” "This is how it’s gonna be, boi. Every two weeks, you come to me to unlock you so you can make sure you’re good and clean, and the cages, too. One more thing.” Jim reached down to the shelf again. He took out a syringe. “What?! Nah, Jim . . . nah. No drugs, Man!” “Ain’t exactly ‘drugs’. Well, maybe, kinda. It’s steroids. You’re gonna be getting’ big . . . even if that cock won’t be. Fact is, these might even make it shrink down some.” My pleadin’ didn’t stop him. He told me to bend over. I had no choice. Whatever it was that was making me do what he said, I had to bend over. He gave me the steroid shot. “O.K., johnnieboi. We’ll be doing that kinda often when you’re in here to ‘render services’!
“Now, get to the lockers and change into your workout gear. Ya aren’t even gonna want to hide this from the men in the showers. You’re gonna behave just as you always have. Thing is, now you’ll be struttin’ round and showin’ off your really little, useless prick. Just like you, johnnie, a useless prick!" He laughed.
I left Jim’s office and went to the lockers. Sure enough, some of the gym members were in there. Like Jim had said I’d do, I took off my clothes like usual, didn’t try to be facing into the locker or nothin’. Just as proud as could be of my junk, I let it be on display. Only thing was, it wasn’t on display! Just little black rubber cages was showin’ in my shaved crotch. My dick (dicklet?) and my now little balls, too, were inside ‘em. There wasn’t hardly anything to see. My low hangin’ nuts were gone. I remember asking myself, "Why am I being so proud-like – showing off my little junk? I’m ashamed. I’mnot proud. But – to my own shock, I felt my caged member trying to get hard! Why? Why would this make my cock wanna be hard?! Fuck! This time the guys in the locker room didn’t say anything, not like when some of ‘em first saw my shaved crotch or when I was proudly masturbating in the shower. This time, they just kinda turned to each other and snickered. I felt proud anyway.No, I didn’t. I felt as embarrassed as hell. I was helpless. I just strutted my stuff like always . . . like nothing was changed. Later, in the gym, working out, I saw the guys who’d been in the lockers lookin’ at me and talking private like with some of the other men working out. The whole workout, my dick – (or was it now really what Jim called it, a “dicklet”?) – was pushin’ and tryin’ to get hard. It was uncomfortable as hell. My balls felt bad, too. They were nearly like a pre-puberty boy’s – up right where the top of my long scrotum used to be.
To be continued.
