Doctor Hyde (M/M, fist, rape, sad) by Liam An Scribhneoir I was 6'4, blond, swimmer's build, and a very successful doctor who was classically handsome a la Josh Holloway. Tonight, I'd worked on being 'normal': smooth shaved face & chest, subdued clothes, weejans, seltzer with lime instead of alcohol, no drugs. I paid off - I'd attracted Kevin: no more than 21, 5'6, 130 lbs, red hair, blue eyes, smooth faced, shy smile. The kind of boy who'd turn a Baptist minister into a lust-crazed chickenhawk. While we talked and joked, he complimented me on my slim hands and long thin fingers. He shared some jokes with me, and the fact that he had only recently moved to the city, and lived alone. I found out that he had turned 18 just prior to his move, and that he'd never even been fucked because he was "saving" himself for the right man. I told him I found that very romantic, sweet, and rare in these days. Before he left, he gave me his phone number and address, and said he hoped that I'd call him. I rushed to my hotel to prepare things, and in less than an hour, rang his doorbell. He seemed shocked but pleased to see me, and invited me inside. I gave him the bottle of wine I'd brought, and he was struck speechless. I'd also brought a cheap pair of wine glasses which I filled with wine from the bottle. He obligingly down his whole glass. I poured him another while I gingerly sipped mine. Soon, I saw his eyelids start to droop. "Hey, you seem really tired" I said "Maybe I should go and let you get some sleep? I sorta did barge in." He said he was really pleased that I'd come buy to celebrate our meeting, but agreed that he was very tired. He stumbled to the door with me. "See you soon?" he asked. I assured him that he would seen me again very soon. He slurred something, and clumsily closed the door, which I carefully caught before it closed completely. I waited at his door as he turned off the lights. A few minutes after all was quiet, I eased the door open, stepped inside and closed it behind me and locked it. I waited a few minutes more in the dark to make sure the drug had taken full effect. I made my way to his bed, and found him sprawled across it, still fully clothed. "Kevin." I called, then louder "Kevin?". He didn't even stir. I turned on the lamp beside his bed, and rolled him onto his back. I lifted one eyelid, and smiled to myself when I saw that he was deep in la- la land. It took almost no time to strip him completely naked. I ran my hands over his body, stopping only to pinch his right nipple. No response. I stripped myself, then set my old-fshioned leather doctor's bag beside him on the bed. Taking a disposable razor from the bag, I deftly shaved off all his pubic hair. By then my cock was hard with anticipation. I pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, and selected a large gauge needle and a surgical steel ring of equal size. I pinched up his right nipple and clamped on a set of Pennington mini forcepts. Holding them in my left hand, I pushed the needle through the nipple held taught in their triangular opening. He moaned and moved a bit in response. I fitted the ring to the open end of the needle, then forced it through his nipple. Detaching the needle, I used a pair of opening pliers to open the heavy gage ring just enough to pop the matching captive bead in place. I'd filled the depressions in the bead with perma-bond. I repeated the procedure with a second ring, but this time forced the needle through his piss slit and out the top of his dick just behind his cockhead, giving him a reverse PA. This brought a bit more movement and noise from him, but I knew it'd be a hours before he really came to. When I looked at what I'd done, my cock grew even harder than it had been while I was performing the procedures. The only way he'd ever get those rings out would be to have someone use a heavy duty bolt cutter on them, if he worked up enough fortitude to do that. I wondered if, when he finally awoke tomorrow, he would appreciate the expense as well as the effort that had gone into doing this to him. I rolled him on his belly, and spread his hairless buttocks to look at his ass-hole. It was puckered and light pink, and made me catch my breath as I realized that he might actually still be a genuine virgine. My dick twitched, and a large glob of pre-cum dripped from it. I smeared a small tube of KY on my gloved right hand, and spread his buttocks again with my left hand for a clear view as I sank my index finger inside. He was indeed tight. I felt around inside him a bit until I found his prostate, and then I vigorously massaged it with my finger. I pulled my finger back out of him, and saw that it was slightly bloody. I knew then that he really was a virgin. I smiled, and my dick oozed a steady drip of pre-cum. It was all exquisitly perfect. I stuck two fingers back in him, and then forced a third finger in. His grunted moan rose a bit in volume. Then I worked in my pinky, and finally my thumb, forcibly stretching his virgin hole. He started making a low non-stop moan which only served to arouse me that much more. His anal ring was convulsing madly, trying to expell my fingers. I shifted position, then leaned forward, gradually adding more and more of my weigh behind my hand. I knew the moment when I won the battle against Kevin's anal ring. It clamped down, convulsed, and relaxed just enough that a bit more of my hand slid inside. This caused his ring to clamp and then almost immeditely convulse. So it went over the next half hour until all that all of my hand that remained was the base just before it narrowed to my wrist. My heart was racing as I put all my weight behind my hand, and watched in rapt attention as my hand disappeared up the boy's asshole. His ring clamped tightly around my wrist, and his rectum began convulsing to try to force my hand back out. His moan turned into a bit of a wail, and he thrashed a bit. He was far too drugged to even defend himself. I doubted that he'd even remember what actually had happened. I loved the way his formerly virgin rectum was convulsing around my hand, trying in vane to force it out, while be moaned and writhed. Clenching my fist inside him, I began to fuck his rectum with it. I became faster and more brutal as the minutes ticked by. All the while he moaned and writhed weakly on the bed. Finally, I pulled my hand entirely from his hole only to shove it all immediately back in. This brought renewed effort and more noise on his part, but still all he could do was writhe helplessly on his bed. I jerk my hand from his hole, and I stared at his violated hole. My cock throbbed for attention, so I shoved it up his violated hole. It felt good being up inside him, knowing that I had been the first to have him. I'd gotten anything and everything that even resembled a cherry about his hole. I love fucking a sloppy open asshole, so I fucked hard and long until I shot a huge sticky load deep inside him. I rolled him back on his back, and stood over him as I let go a bright yellow stream of piss which I aimed directly in his face. It plastered down his hair, and soaked into the mattress under him. I casually put my clothes back on, and packed up all my instruments. Leaning over him, my lips close to his ear, I whispered in a sweet tender loving voice "Thank you for keeping yourself for me, Kevin. It was wonderful." I let myself out, making sure that his door clicked and locked securely. As I walked out onto the street and joined the human traffic there, I delighted in two things: that no one else would ever know what I'd just done to Kevin, and none of the public had any idea that, amongst high-paid doctors, there were many that made me look like a choir boy. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many years as a convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*=*-*