The Cure is Castration

Erik sighed and took the computer printouts for further study. As Vice-President in charge of research and development, he knew his pharmaceuticals company - Eri Liselle Inc. - was not in good shape. The runaway sale of Viagra, discovered by their main competitor, had sent Liselle's stocks plunging and forced layoffs and benefit cuts. And of course, it had all fallen to him to try and fix it. After all, he was the "veep," as he hated being called. So far, he'd had two ideas - neither of which were going to be easy and were sure to put his many degrees in biochemical engineering to the test. The first was for an artificial sweetener that didn't cause headaches and brain tumors. The second idea, of course, was a rip-off of Viagra. Either one he thought if successfully invented would sell like hotcakes and make them a new fortune. It had to. The company had already sold his BMW out from under him and replaced all the company cars with Chrysler Concords.

As he headed for his bed, where he liked to read and relax at the same time, he remembered to go back and turn off his PC. He smiled a bit as he shut it down, the program not even stopping to argue with him as he switched it off. His stepson, Skyler, had built the monstrosity out of scrap parts he had scavenged, and frankly, it was the best damn machine he had ever worked on. The boy wouldn't tell him what was in it or running it though. As he headed back towards his bed with his stack of papers he paused at the door to the boy's bedroom just opposite his in the hall. It was late, well past midnight, and although school had not yet begun for the year yet, he knew Skyler would already be asleep. Carefully he eased the door open, the pale glow of the nightlight bathing the room in dull orange light.

Although he was 14.5 years old, Skyler had an irrational fear of the dark; more than fear actually. During his first game of "pin the tail on the donkey" at age six the poor boy had a full-blown panic attack when blindfolded. And it was that way ever since.

He was so proud of his boy. HIS boy, in his own mind - he never thought of him as anything less. Skyler was one of those well-built and somewhat muscular boys, and even at the age of 14.5, Erik knew he was going to come out of puberty a real heartbreaker. The glow of the nightlight made the boy's mop of sandy-blonde hair look lighter than it really was, and the deep, gray eyes were darting back and forth beneath the closed lids as the boy dreamed of whatever young boys at that age dreamt of. His hair was thick and cut just above his ears and eyebrows - short in the back - but in none of those outrageous styles that boys his age seemed to be fond of. It was just a typical "boy haircut." His skin, what was not covered by the blankets, was well tanned and looked almost red in the weak light. Erik could see the curve of the biceps of one arm, and noted that the boy was just on the verge of the gangly stage of adolescence. However, he doubted that that would be a problem. Skyler was on the varsity soccer team at school and loved to be outside. He had a passion for biking and swimming as well, and little to no interest in video games.

It was an odd mix, actually. The boy was smart, having never brought home a grade lower than a B+ - and then only once in the fifth grade - to which he had cried for days over. There didn't seem to be anything that he couldn't figure out; the PC he had built as a project for school last year was proof of that. Microsoft might not be able to write an OS that worked right for more than ten minutes at a time, but his son had built a PC that was smart enough to get around it.

"I could invent a way to duplicate HIM," Erik thought, "That'd make me rich," Erik said.

In short, Skyler was one of those beautiful boys who had a lot going for him.

Erik watched the slow even movements of the boy's chest, listened to the soft whistle of his breathing, and for just a moment forgot all of his worries as he contemplated his stepson in the pale, eerie light. He thought of Skyler's mother.

"God, I miss you, Val," he whispered to himself, "but at least you left me this life that was a part of your own body for 9 months."

Of course, his reverie didn't last long. As soon as he cleared the vision of Val from his head and gazed back at the boy, he began to wonder what if I don't succeed on this? What if our stocks continue to fall? What if the company goes under? What about the house? What about Skyler's private school, and God, college? Not to mention insurance? He took a deep breath and softly closed the door. Working himself into a frenzy would not help. He needed to keep his mind focused. While Skyler and he were both healthy, not so much as a known allergy between them, there was always the chance. And after what he had said to Ted over at Glaco-Willcombe - when Ted had stumbled over the damn fake sweetener while trying to develop a new ulcer drug - Erik KNEW that he stood NO chance of getting on there if Liselle went bust. One of his projects had to work. It just had to. His savings wouldn't last them forever.

He made a stop at the bathroom, deciding to take in a little reading while he was there. No sense in wasting time; he didn't have much time to waste. As he was sitting down, he glanced at the tub and noticed the ring. He smiled again. The boy liked long, hot baths but he always forgot to rinse the tub. Then it caught his eye - a couple of small, fine hairs on the wadded up towel. Too short and curled to be scalp hair. Erik realized he hadn't seen his stepson naked in some time, and although the boy had never been taught to be ashamed of his body, he WAS at that somewhat modest phase of life.

He tried to remember the last time, and realized that it had been over a year ago. Skyler hadn't had any body hair then, other than pale white fuzz here and there over his small, lithe body. It had been at the pool, of course. The boy had been feeling brave and was swimming naked when he came home from work. Of course, at that time, being without a swimsuit hadn't stopped him from running to his father and embracing him. It seemed, in his mind's eye, that the boy had been so little then and it was so long ago.

"Growing up too fast," Erik sighed, making a mental note to toss the towel into the hamper. Mabel, (a name you never heard anymore), the cleaning lady, absolutely hated to have to hunt for laundry. Best to keep HER happy - he might not be able to afford her much longer. He looked at the few small hairs again and then went back to his reading of biochemical interactions in the brain in specially coated slow-release drugs.

"Fuckin' lucky," he grumbled, as he read over how Viagra really worked. "Lucky bastard. Bet he was trying to invent a scalp hair restorer..."

He had just flushed when it suddenly came to him. Time release. Slow, gradual reactions! What if he could make a Viagra knock-off that took its time to build up, was stored in the brain centers that responded to pleasure, then gradually increased the pleasure of sex and finally orgasm over time? The drug coating would dissolve gradually, and the man taking it would have that old "spring back in his step" and that glow in his eye once again! And it wouldn't be a take it when you're ready and hope deal either. The patient could get horny again just like a randy young lad, and be ready anytime without taking another pill until normal dose time! Of course it would be by prescription only, but with what they could charge and the kickbacks to the Doctors, not to mention the insurance guys, they would all surely make a fortune. Viagra had its side affects, but what if this were a drug that mixed and bonded naturally with existing testosterone and hung around in the body longer? It could work.

Erik tidied up, ran back to his room, and began to sketch and make notes. In three hours, just after 3:00 AM, he had the preliminary formula worked out. One pill a day for one week. After one week of settling-in time, the drugs internal coatings would begin to break up in the bloodstream. The coating was the tricky part, though. He didn't want it to be permanent, yet he didn't want it to wash out of the body too fast like Viagra did either. This was a long-term treatment, after all. Once the coatings began to break up, certain molecules would gravitate towards the testosterone in the body and bond with them while other components took up residence in the brain and waited. The body should read this as an increase in hormone levels, to say nothing of what was going to happen when the molecules in the pleasure centers of the brain began to work. Theoretically, by the end of the second week, the old man should be primed and ready to pump... "Bad pun," he muttered to himself, picking up the phone and calling his only immediate boss, Bob. He knew Bob would still be up. It was the weekend, and Bob loved to stay up late watching old movies. He got the phone on the first ring.

"Yes, Erik?" Bob said, noting his caller ID.

"Bob, I have this idea!" Erik announced excitedly.

"Hope it's a good one, then, because we're in deep doo-doo you know."

"I know, now listen to this. What about a sustained, time-release libido increasing drug?"

"I'd call that Viagra," Bob replied.

"No, no, I mean one that lasts. One that has no side effects because it tricks the body into going into a sexually charged mode? One that you don't take once and hope for performance - this drug will work slowly and gradually bring the old fellow back to his youth, naturally increasing his vitality with his own body chemistry!"

There was a pause.

"Fountain of youth, huh? Right..."

"No, Bob," Erik explained, "What it will do is restart the old engine. Use the body. Like putting in higher-octane gas that won't burn up so damn fast. The balls and the brain get to really communicating, and they talk about SEX!"

Another pause, this one longer. In the background, Erik could hear Godzilla smashing Tokyo for the umpteenth time.

"You got plans?" Bob asked, and Erik could hear the excitement in his voice.

"It's all in the coating. Bob, you know more about that than I do, and your department found the coating for that 24-hour allergy med that's still saving our butts now. If you can do the coating for the drug molecules, I can do the drugs themselves," Erik explained.

"I'm calling Dale and Tom now!" Bob replied happily, "But we won't breath a word of this to anyone! If we can make this work, Erik, we'll be so filthy stinking rich that your old buddy who invented the shit we're ripping off is going to lose his ass!"

"We can only hope," Erik replied, and hung up. He stared at his drawings for a bit longer, not daring to put them on his PC. This had to be kept a secret. "I don't know how I couldn't have seen this before," he said to himself.

In his mind, visions of molecules stimulating the production of endorphins in the brain as other molecules bonded to testosterone flashed by him. It was so simple, if they could just figure out how to store those molecules in the brain long enough, and keep the others bonded to the testosterone long enough. But Bob would handle that. They were going to be easy street again.

That morning, Erik slept in. He was looking forward to Monday, when the real action could start. By the time he got up, it was near noon. He yawned and stretched and headed downstairs to find a pot of coffee waiting for him with a note. "Dad," it read, "Over at Damon's, back for lunch at 12:30 or so. Skyler."

Damon was Skyler's best - and basically - only friend. He lived a few houses over, and the boys had been inseparable since early childhood. When Erik had enrolled Skyler in St. John's Academy for Talented Boys - only the most prestigious private school in that part of the country - it had lit a fire under Damon. Suddenly the mediocre student was pulling all A's, and applying to follow his best friend there. Both of them had been accepted and had attended with excellent marks, and Damon had even gotten a partial grant for tuition assistance since his parents had been concerned about the cost of the private Academy.

Erik sighed. "So I pulled a few strings, made a few threats," he mumbled. Anything for his boy. If keeping them together had been as important as then-seven-years-olds could make it sound, so be it. Then suddenly the 8th grade was over. Shot. This was going to be Skyler's first year of high school. He sipped his coffee and reminisced. Soon it would be back to their usual routine: Friday night, the two-hour drive to pick up the boys. Bring them home. Spend the weekend at his place. Bitch about the food or lack thereof, eat him out of house and home, and complain about the "dorky" uniforms. Sunday evening, drive them back. Next weekend, Damon's mom or dad would fetch them and they'd stay there at Damon's - all year long until the long breaks and finally summer. Erik wondered where it was all going. "You'd be so proud, Val," he said to the ceiling.

Somehow, half an hour slipped by and Erik was brought back to reality by the crashing of the door and two teenage boys assaulting the refrigerator. He smiled. It was summer and hot out, and both boys showed signs of swimming and not drying off too well. They also smelled of chlorine. As they began piling assorted groceries on the table in front of him, Erik looked them over. Never having been inclined to any desires other than women - and Val in particular - his observations were clinical in nature. After all, he DID have sex drives and drug making on the brain. He wondered what was going on in those slim, tanned bodies that he hoped so desperately to duplicate. Skyler's tanned and somewhat muscled body he knew well so his gaze fell upon Damon.

Damon was rather unremarkable with dark brown hair that wanted to be parted in the center and was really too thick. It looked like an overgrown Ivy-type cut. His eyes were dark and piercing, his nose just a bit too large, but he'd grow into it. He wasn't as well built as Skyler, but he was getting there. He too was already showing the signs of advancing puberty and hormonal assault. He had a very thin and dark patch of fuzz beginning to come in under his nose and a few dark hairs here and there on his lower legs. Skyler, he noted, still had only pale white fuzz and with something of a shock, not nearly as large of a package in his tight red Speedo swimsuit as Damon had in the front of his blue one. While Damon was not overly endowed as yet, he certainly did have more going for him that Skyler did. Erik made a mental note as the boys greeted him, Skyler still unashamed to kiss the only father he had ever known in front of his friend. Damon offered his hand, and Erik shook it.

Skyler was older than Damon, if only by half a year, but still - he knew for a fact that his stepson had begun puberty around 13 or so. The first sign had been his voice squeaking now and then. As the boys devoured their lunch, however, Erik made another connection: Skyler didn't squeak anymore. In fact, he hadn't settled into a baritone either. He was leveled out somewhere in the middle, while Damon's voice had deepened some more. It was far from finished, he could tell, but something told him - a feeling, a voice? - that Skyler was "idling." Damon was also a few inches taller than his friend. Erik made another mental note to have the doctor look Skyler over and test him when he got his back to school physical. True, there had been a few hairs on the towel, and Erik swore that some nights he could hear the boy's bed making noises, but something was bothering him about it all. He just wasn't sure what.

After lunch was over, and the boys had gone back to their own devices, Erik went upstairs to dress. A robe was just not the attire for the whole day. As he headed down the hallway, however, he suddenly thought to do something that he had never done before. Feeling like a spy, he slipped into the boy's room and looked around. It was the normal semi-organized chaos that he had expected, although Mabel tried to keep a reign on it. Erik looked here and there, in drawers, through socks, under the bed, and finally under the mattress. He had no clue what he was really looking for, but when he found a Playboy under the mattress he was somewhat relieved. It was surprising, in fact. He thumbed the well-worn pages, suddenly sneezed, and absently reached over to the end table for a Kleenex. Suddenly he laughed aloud. How many fourteen-year-old boys kept a box of Kleenex on the night table? He then thought of the long, hot baths and the late night bed noises when Skyler obviously thought he was working late or asleep. Other parents might have been upset, but Erik was relieved. "Ah, he's only a bit slow!" he breathed, a broad smile on his face. He continued to look through the magazine, pausing here and there to read an article. There were some really good ones in it.

Monday morning came all too soon. Damon spent the night Sunday, but nothing unusual happened that Erik could detect. He left the boys at Damon's house and headed to the office. Immediately, Bob was upon him and their team went to work. Six hours later, their hopes were fading. "Damn that asshole, anyway!" Bob was shouting, the asshole in question being Tom Froders at the FDA. "Rats! 6 months of rat tests? Jesus H. Christ, people, we don't have 6 months and Tom knows it! What the hell is this? They've already got Viagra on the market. It has to be the coating they're worried about and this time-release issue. So, gentlemen, what do we do?"

"Bribery?" one chemist suggested, offended greatly that anyone could insinuate that he was making a mistake in the safety of his coating design.

"Blackmail?" another offered.

But Erik shook his head. "It has to be payoff and proof. Did you notice the edge to Tom's voice though? He sounded excited. I think old Tom just might be our first customer, IF we can get this drug approved. We can already use part of the Decongestor-C plant for the coating mix. Hell, we've got enough of that in stock for a year at least, enough to get our new sex bomb pill into production. Here's the plan, guys. We start production. We don't breathe a word of it. We put women to work on it so there are no accidents. We know that large amounts of fresh estrogens will kill the stuff on contact and we don't want a factory full of guys knowing they're working on a male sex pill. We'd have our own trial run then, but who knows? I think it's safe, given all our talents and knowledge, and there's NO doubt in my mind at all and I don't think there is any of yours either."

The men around the table agreed, murmuring their assents heartily to one another.

"In fact, Tom's never given us much hassle before. We've always been able to buy him off, and I think some pressure from the AMA, let alone our investors, will turn him around. That and his alleged problem. He's just too antsy, fellows. I can feel it. I think we're on to something here, so let's exploit it." Erik concluded.

The team applauded, and Erik went back to his office to do his dirty work. By Tuesday night, the computers had juggled several million dollars into a Swiss account. By Wednesday night, the first batch of Libidinol-X was in Erik's hand, in a childproof bottle. By Thursday next, a week early according to plan, Tom Froders of the FDA was screwing his wife like a rabid mink again, and by the following Friday, the go-ahead from the FDA came in with Tom's signature. By that time, however, the trucks were loaded and waiting. Unfortunately, Tom dropped dead of a massive coronary on Saturday night. The morgue would report his body was found, sweaty and in a state of priapism, with a dumb grin on his face. The rats, however, were all still healthy and happy and screwing like... well... horny rats.

"We have a new problem," Bob was saying.

"I know, I know," Erik replied, his voice heavy with worry.

"Millions of dollars in bribes, all that overtime, the reorganization of the plant to MAKE a drug we CAN'T market now, not to mention a dead man?"

"Tom had a bad heart. He didn't tell us. His doctor will vouch."

"But he was taking an experimental drug, Erik. And what if his wife squeals?"

"Fuck her. Well, Tom did... anyway, she's got our cash, she's got his life insurance check, and she's got a young stud of a lover and a new 'Vette in the garage. I think she'll keep quiet when I tell her that my neighbor Jeanette has a friend whose cousin heard that she was sleeping around."

"Think it'll work?"

"Of course it will. She HAS been, you know it. I know it. Hell, Tom HAD to know it! And I'm sure she's smart enough to know that everyone thinks it. We're safe with her and the old rumor mill," Erik retorted.

"Well, Mr. Know It All, since you have all the answers, how do you plan to prove to Tom's much younger and robust successor that Libidinol-X is perfectly safe? Know anyone with a flagging sex drive to test it on? Someone who needs a boost?" Bob demanded.

"And someone cheap to bribe, too," Erik replied. He sighed. "I haven't got a clue and time's running out."

The following week brought no new insights. Erik took a week's vacation to think it over, and made an appointment, albeit several weeks early, for Skyler's back to school physical. During that week, Erik kept tabs on the boy and even spied upon him here and there. Once, during one of the boy's infamously long and hot baths, he made some excuse to have to use the bathroom. The large sunken tub, in view of the commode, had no door or curtain and Erik had been drinking a great deal of water that day planning for it. For some reason, he simply had to see his son naked to allay that nagging voice in his head that something wasn't right. As he finished his urination, though, he was surprised to hear, and notice out the corner of his eye, Skyler getting up out of the bath. "Dad, as long as you're here, well... I dunno how to ask this, but..."

Erik took in the sight of the boy's body for the first time in over a year. What amazed him was how well muscled the boy was from all of his activities and how evenly tanned and healthy he looked. What took him by surprise, however, was his memory of how Skyler had looked that last summer in the pool - the last time he'd seen him naked. He might be a few inches taller, but he didn't look that much different. There were a few wisps of dark brown hair just above his penis, but none elsewhere. In fact, there wasn't much of that either. His small scrotum, loose and limp from the hot bath, plainly showed his two small testicles hanging near the bottom. His uncircumcised penis, however, was just as small as it had been last summer. He was clearly embarrassed. "It's alright, son" he said softly, not advancing, "Just be out with it. What's wrong?"

The boy looked away. He took a deep breath. "Damon and me were talking, and well, we were talking about girls and puberty and uh..." he faltered a bit, but went on, "... and getting hard and stuff and all these feelings but... Dad, Damon's younger than me and he's got more than I do!"

Skyler sounded mortally wounded, and Erik moved towards the boy. He didn't resist as he embraced him.

He went on. "We talked about, you know, magazines and jacking off and stuff..." but his embarrassment caught up with him and he choked.

"DO you jack off, son?"

Skyler reluctantly nodded. His face flushed. "Sometimes. Not much though."

"It's perfectly normal, you know. All boys do it. Those who deny it are liars."

"B-but I think there might be something wrong with me."

"Because your penis is different than other boys'?"

"It's not that," the boy choked, wiping at his eyes as his father held him, "We all know it's like that because I'm not circ'd and everyone else is. They're even jealous; some of them were pissed at their folks. I mean, yea, I felt sort of bad, you know, guilty when I was done gettin' off and I was scared you'd find out but Damon said his dad talked to HIM about it and he's cool with it and all, just like you said. But... but... the other night, we were looking at this magazine together, and Damon said he was gettin' hot and wondered what it would be like to jack off together, you know, see who could cum first and stuff. That he wanted to see ME get off since he's circ'd and I'm not."

Erik laughed. "I did the same thing when I was a boy," he encouraged. "Natural curiosity, explorations! You haven't done that in the showers at school either, not yet?" Skyler shook his head.

"This one boy said that if you got caught, they'd cut it off, is what his folks told him."

"Oh, bullshit! That's a horrible thing to say to a boy! They're just prudes trying to frighten him. No doctor is going to cut off a boy's penis to cure him of masturbation."

Skyler, however, let his wet head-full of thick hair fall onto this father's shoulder. Erik noted that he'd have to have a haircut before school started again. "Well, we did it. I mean, Damon, HE did it, the other night, here. I got hard, but I didn't stay hard. And I never shot either. Dad," now the boy's voice had gone up an octave, and Erik could tell that he was near to tears. Something was wrong. "...Damon laughed at me for it, but I just couldn't do it! I mean, I did it before and I shot some runny white stuff, but last time I got off, there wasn't much coming out. It felt good and all, and I used to do it like four or five times a week, but... but... since school let out this summer, it's only been like once a week or twice. I know my voice stopped squeaking too, and Damon's is getting deeper. He's taller than me now, hair more hair down there, and I'm older!"

At the word 'older', the boy finally lost control. He went limp in his father's arms and cried on his shoulder, his perfect body shaking in spasms that tore at this father's heart. Erik picked up a towel, draped it over the boy's backside and carried him to bed where he held him until he finally dried off and fell asleep. Then he went downstairs and left a message on his doctor's answering service changing his appointment to an emergency call for a full physical and blood-work as well, ASAP. His insurance was still in full force, and the Liselle Company wasn't broke yet... besides, he thought, ole Doc's good with the boys, and he'll know what's wrong right off.

As he lay down to go to bed, a plan was forming in Erik's mind on how to test Libidinol-X to see whether it had any other properties besides reviving older men. So much had gone so wrong so fast. Now he had Skyler's emotional state to worry about as well.

The physical exam went as it always did. They sat and waited for an hour past their appointment time, the nurse weighed Skyler and took his vitals, then left him sitting in his underwear on the exam table to await "Doc." Erik knew that his accompaniment of the boy would be a tip that something was really wrong, but the boy had insisted that he come along to avoid the embarrassment of having his father paged. Erik thumbed through a magazine that he wasn't actually interested in, sneaking a glance at his boy now and then out the corner of his eye.

Skyler was clearly nervous, his eyes darting this way and that. His hands were folded over his crotch, which given the color of his boxer-briefs - the tight kind with short legs - was somewhat disturbing. They blended too well with his tan skin tone and made him appear at a glance to be naked and without genitals.

When Doc, as they both referred to him arrived he did a double take as well. "Interesting shorts," he remarked, glancing at the chart. "The usual school physical again? There's never anything wrong with YOU, you know. My, my, look at those muscles!" he remarked, taking Skyler's arm and making a show of squeezing it. Skyler's face flushed. "How's the drug making business?" he asked conversationally, poking Skyler here and there and looking in his ears.

"Right now it stinks," Erik replied.

"Ah," Doc nodded, feeling at the boy's neck, "Damned if I can't even take the tonsils out!"

Skyler flinched. Erik cleared his throat. "We seem to be having a problem with, uh, well - puberty, Doc," he announced suddenly.

Skyler's face turned beet red.

"Do tell?" Doc asked his interest piqued.

Skyler looked back at him. "I'm stalled out," he muttered dismally.

"Well let's get some blood then and run it by the boys in the lab," Doc remarked, seemingly unperturbed. "Everyone moves at a different rate, but you never know. Tell me about it."

Skyler did that. Doc nodded and "uh-huhed" a couple of times, his brows creased. Erik could tell he didn't like what the boy was telling him. When the blood was drawn and the rest of the exam done, Doc did the notorious hernia test. He also felt Skyler's testicles, lingering a bit longer than Erik thought he should.

"Sort of small," he noted. Skyler's jaw dropped. "BUT, not unusual. Size is not the issue."

"What about my penis?" the boy asked nervously.

"It needs to be circumcised," Doc replied.

"Dad!" the boy moaned.

Erik laughed. "No chance, Doc, sorry!"

Doc shook his head. "Clean at least. Most boys can't handle keeping it clean have to cut it off later in life, huge shock. Oh well. Now, well, it's sort of small for an almost 15 year old, BUT as I said, size isn't the issue. In the next year it could be a hard 6 or 7 inches, we don't know. Puberty is strange, as I'm sure you're finding out.

"In the meantime though, I don't like the dysfunctional symptoms you're describing. It's not supposed to be a stop and go deal. We'll know for sure when the blood work is done, hormone level counted and such, but I don't think a booster would be a bad idea. Kick-start it, you know. I'm going to give you a prescription for fluoxymesterone, the typical drug for delayed or slow puberty. You take one pill a day for 30 days. Call me if anything goes wrong, and I'll call you with the results when they come. I'll rush it. John owes me one anyway, damn fool lost his golf pass and begged mine!"

Very much relieved, they left. Skyler took his first pill on the way home from the drugstore. By bedtime that night, he was having stomach cramps and vomiting. The next day, he couldn't eat breakfast and was weak and the pill and milk came right back up. Erik called Doc. "Must be incompatible with him, rare but documented reaction." Doc said, "I'll call and switch it to patches instead."

They tried that. By the next day, Skyler had an angry red welt and a rash that itched like hell under and around the patch and had dug it raw in a matter of hours. Erik called Doc back. Doc called the lab back. "You're not having much luck with this HRT thing," he commented, "Know of any other drug to boost a man up?"

The alarm went off in Erik's head. "Yes, I do. Our new one. Why?"

Doc didn't sound surprised. "I read the report you gave me. Stroke of luck? Maybe. Fate? Who knows? All I can say is try it. If he doesn't puke it up and it doesn't set off any allergic reactions, let's go with it. Damn lab is backed up and we won't know for a week. Normally I'd say NO in a heartbeat, but all things being equal, which they're not, let's try it. I've always trusted the Liselle Company, you know. Giving out lots of that new Degongestor whatever it is."

Erik's mind was reeling. He called Bob, who agonized with him over using his own boy as a test subject. Erik thought about it for a few days while Skyler moped. Should he do it? What if he overlooked something? What if the drug didn't work? It wasn't designed for boys, but it might help. What if he was just blowing it all out of proportion? But there was no real risk. Tom had been older, had a heart condition. Skyler was young and strong and healthy, but he was an emotional wreck. Was it worth it?

What clenched Erik's decision was overhearing Skyler's phone call with Damon.

"My balls don't work right anymore," Skyler was saying. "They took blood, but all the stuff for puberty and it not going right made me sick. I don't know what to do." Pause. "Yea, right! Real cool - I'm gonna be the only boy in the showers with no hair down there, asshole, and a 2" dick. I'm really looking forward to this."

The conversation, of course, turned quickly to other matters.

When Erik saw that they had hung up, he approached his son. Val's son...the love of his life. What am I doing? he asked himself. He sat down next to the boy, who leaned over on his shoulder. He sighed. "Doc called you back yet, Dad?" he asked, with a note of desperation in his voice. Erik shook his head. "School starts in a few weeks."

"I know," Erik replied, "and I think I have an idea. You know we're working on some new drugs at work?"

Skyler nodded. Erik handed him a bottle with a plain wrapper. "Take one of these at night when you go to bed. One a day until gone. There's seven in there. If ANYTHING odd happens, you TELL me! Got it?"

"What is it?" the boy asked.

Erik hesitated. "A new impotence drug we're working on, to naturally trick the body into being, or becoming, well hell - to put the fire back in an older man's oven, you know what I mean?"

"Who came up with it?" the boy asked.

"I did."

Skyler's face lit up, and Erik's fears almost were laid to rest. Still, he had a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach when Skyler, wearing only a towel and a smile, poked his head through the door of his father's bedroom to say he was going to bed. Erik checked on him numerous times, and although Skyler slept like a baby that night, Erik didn't.

The next week passed slowly. No call from Doc and Erik kept a close eye on Skyler. He didn't show any signs, but it was supposed to take two weeks. What he didn't know was that by the morning of the sixth day, Skyler had awakened with an erection so hard and so demanding that he was unable to urinate until he had masturbated. What he didn't realize, as he began to notice with a great deal of surprise how HARD he was and his father had paused at the door and that he hadn't heard the gentle knocking...

Skyler sat naked on his bed. His back was leaned on the pillows, and his legs were spread far apart. His throbbing, hard, uncut penis giving little twitches with his heart beat. He was in awe of how hard it was, having not been right for a while. His balls hung low in their bag of flesh in the heat of the room. He gently took hold of his penis with his right hand and pulled down on it. He watched as the foreskin pulled back and uncovered his cherry red cock head. He was glad he wasn't cut, as every boy he knew was. He had something that they didn't. Skyler used his thumb and first two fingers to pull up the skin to cover the head again. His left hand took hold of his balls and gave them a slight pull. Next, he wrapped his whole right hand around his hot cock, and started to pump it up and down. He watched his fire red gland get uncovered then covered again by his sliding skin. He started to pull a bit harder on his balls and also squeezed them. The boy stopped his stroking on an upward stroke. While the head of his cock was covered in skin and his fist, he started to twist his fist left and right.

The super good feelings on the head of his dick were too much and he had to stop the twisting so he would not cum to soon. He then let go of his dick and as his left hand rub and pulled and squeezed his balls, his right hand went up his chest and started to pinch and pull his nipples. Once one nipple was hard, he would take a hold of the other and give it some stimulation until it was hard as well.

When he thought that enough time had passed, he took hold of his hard penis again and started the stroking action once again.

Skyler let go of his balls and reached over to his nightstand to check his Kleenex supply. He hadn't really thought of it before, but since he had begun taking the new pills his father worked to come up with, his thoughts had turned to many different things. He'd had rectal thermometers before, and the rare enema, so he knew that stimulation of his ass felt good. He was fantasizing about what it might be like to screw another boy, or be taken by one. He found it made him all the hotter, and while he had never thought of it before, he realized that it didn't bother him at all; it aroused him further.

As Skyler stroked his throbbing cock, pulled and squeezed his balls, he would lift his hips up just enough to let his back arch. The boy was on a sexual high as he would speed up his ass fucking fantasy and hand pumping, and then slow down again. One time when he felt about ready to cum, he let go of his penis and gave his balls a really hard squeeze. The pain and cessation of the stimulation of his dick was enough to mellow out the orgasm.

After 15 minutes of jacking off, Skyler was ready to cum.

After 15 minutes of watching him, Erik was about to have a stroke.

He sped up the rubbing of his uncut teen tool. This was it. It had been a while, not since Damon had laughed at him that day when he had tried and failed. Skyler felt his balls become super tight to his body. His breathing was coming in gasps, and his skin was turning an even red color. He felt his ass muscles contract.

Skyler started to see flashes of light in his vision.

He let go of his cock. It was so stimulated that it was starting to hurt.

Skyler's cock head had become even larger with blood now that orgasm was so close.

His dick was so hard that he felt like it would punch a hole in battle ship armor.

Skyler started to shake.

His bed started to shake.

Despite his arousal, Skyler was becoming scared. He had never felt any orgasm like this one. Something wasn't right. It had never felt like this before.

This orgasm was much more powerful then any of his others.

He sucked in a lung full of air and screamed.

Now his dick gave a mighty lurch. A very large and thick rope of boy cum shot out of the piss hole and launched itself over his head and made a rather large SPLAT sound on the wall. Just as the first blast was hitting the wall, a second blast launched out of Skyler's dick and took flight. The large second rope of cum flew over Skyler's head and also hit the wall, but a little lower then the first.

The third and fourth ropes of teen seed flew and landed on his face. Each blast became weaker and weaker, until Skyler had shot out 9 large ropes of thick pearl white semen. Skyler was finally able to relax his now tired body. He lay down on the bed, and was truly amazed and so happy about the amount of cum he shot. Damon hadn't even done that much before. But he was also worried. Just then a large bead of cum oozed out of the tip and drooled down the shaft of his still hard dick and dribbled down to his balls, then off of them onto his Scooby Doo sheets.

His father shook his head and closed the door, hoping he hadn't been seen. His stomach was tying itself in knots. Ever since Val had died, he had never been with another woman and he had masturbated from time to time. What he had just seen, however, wasn't normal. It was good to see his son performing, naturally, given his problem, but the show he had witnessed had him worried. He'd just have to wait and try to watch. If it was the Libidinol-X to blame, and something was wrong, he had no idea what to do about it. He ran back to his PC and began going through the chemical makeup of the drug again and again.

The only different thing that Erik noticed was the fact that his son wasn't moping around like the world was ending anymore, and that was a good sign. He kept the masturbation episode in his mind at all times, however. It still bothered him. Yet all he could do was wait, as unbeknownst to him, the Libidinol-X was doing a fine job of bonding with the existing testosterone in the boy's bloodstream, stimulating his testicles to produce more, and building up higher and higher levels in the pleasure centers of his brain. The fact that he had seen his boy masturbating and enjoying a rather intense orgasm and overly messy ejaculation didn't really bother him. He was GLAD to see it. Maybe the tests would show nothing after all and he was just being slow in developing. Skyler's thoughts were a bit different, however. Since it had been more than a week since the boy had jacked off, the orgasm on that sixth morning HAD felt more intense than usual; Skyler had written it off to build up, however. It did get the boy to thinking though, as well as lifting his sagging spirits. He also began to wonder how it felt for someone else, like Damon, who had never had a problem. Skyler made a mental note to ask him about that, sort of in way of revenge for the teasing about his stalled-out balls. Still, despite his recent success, he continued to take his medicine and Erik continued to watch him. There were only two weeks until school began.

"At least they supply the uniforms and do laundry," he thought in relief, laughing to himself about just that. The boys had often bitched about the blue uniforms and how 'dorky' they looked in them. Combined with what Erik had seen of the ejaculation, he was glad that he wouldn't be the one washing those sheets.

As the next week passed, Skyler woke up each morning with a rock-hard erection that demanded his full attention; he gave it, of course. Each time he got off, the feelings of pleasure were more intense than the last. However, he found that after he got off - and cleaned up the evidence - that his balls ached for a bit afterwards and that he didn't get hard again for several hours. He tried of course, hoping to duplicate the sensations and hoping that they would feel even better, but it was to no avail. He wondered what normal "recharge" time was, but with all the distractions of a boy on summer vacation who wasn't really used to this yet, he didn't worry about it too much. He was just happy to be ABLE to do it again, and he figured his body would tell him when he was ready. He mentioned to his father that the drug seemed to be working, and he was thrilled to hear it. Erik, who had be agonizing in silence since seeing the boy get off that one morning, finally decided to mention it. After all, they didn't have much that they didn't feel comfortable talking about. He caught the boy at lunchtime, and he was alone. Those spare days off were coming in handy, and he had yet to find anything wrong with the structure of the drug. None of the rats were adversely affected either.

"Son, I want to tell you something, and don't take it wrong. I'm glad you're doing all right and that things are going along well for you. Doc called me back earlier this morning, finally, and your hormone levels were on the low end of the bell curve of available data," Erik stated as the boy's mouth dropped open, "BUT, he said there's a large spread there, and if the drug is helping, well there's no reason to worry. You haven't had any adverse reactions, you're happy, and uh, well... I know you're functioning well again. One thing I would like to know, son, is how does it feel? I need to know because of the drugs status, and to make sure you're OK. Actually I'm worried sick over it." The sheer violence of the orgasms he had seen was the main concern, but he didn't want to mention that.

Skyler was stunned. He had no clue what to say. His dad had been watching him jack off!

"I... uh... well... I guess it's ok, I mean, last time Damon was here and we were... well, you know, I couldn't do it and he laughed at me. You SAW?" he said in shock.

Erik nodded. "Messy. That's why I was worried. Sorry, I knocked but you were, ah, busy..."

Skyler shook his head, and his face turned beet red. "Geeeez!" he moaned.

Erik laughed. "Caught in the act! And am I glad! You have no idea how worried I was. All I want to know is if it felt good, if it hurt, or burned. We should tell Doc all this you know."

Skyler nodded. "It feels sort of better each time I do it," he admitted with a grin.

"Perfectly normal," Erik replied.

"But I can't get hard again for a while after I do it, and my balls kinda hurt."

Erik nodded. "Normal."

"So I'm OK then?" the boy asked, his voice betraying his delight.

"I think so. I'll call Doc and tell him and see what he thinks, but I think you are. Now you can laugh at Damon. I bet he can't shoot half as much as you can."

Skyler couldn't believe he was hearing this from his father! Despite his embarrassment, he laughed and hugged him. "Yea!" Skyler agreed, "Just wait!"

What he didn't mention was how he was really feeling, and how his penis twitched when he thought about Damon and jacking off together again. In fact, he was also wondering how it might feel to jack Damon off, and vice versa. He found that he wanted to try it, and surprisingly, it didn't bother him in the least. It also came to the boy that he was wondering what it would be like to suck Damon off, and have Damon try and take what he was shooting out in return. His friend would no doubt be spending the last few nights of freedom there at his house, or vice versa, and they he'd have the chance. He wanted to try and put his jack-off fantasy into action, and it didn't bother him at all. Whistling happily, he left his father dialing Doc on the phone to try and locate Damon.

While Erik spent the remainder of the day working from home, the boys spent the day in the pool agonizing about going back to school. Finally, after about two hours, Skyler felt his penis beginning to harden and thought "Uh-oh, now is NOT a good time." He hadn't had time to discuss his thoughts with his friend yet, and he was a bit worried that the idea of doing stuff with each other just might end their long friendship. However, the urge in his Speedos and the thoughts in his mind over-rode that. Just thinking about it was getting him worked up. He floated, on his stomach, over to his friend and just came out with it.

There was really no other way to go at it. "Damon," he began, "I want to ask you something. Since I got on this pill for my, uh, problem you know, I've been having some pretty strange thoughts when I jack off."

Damon nodded, his attention fully belonging to his friend. "You're OK, though, right?"

Skyler nodded. "I get hard, hell I am now! I jack off, and man, it feels, well, weird. I mean it feels good, but it seems to just get better each time, you know?"

Damon nodded. "I know! Makes you wanna do it again, right? But you have to wait?"

Skyler nodded. "But I can't believe how good it feels, and, well, uh, I've been wondering if we... that is, if you... shit, man! Damon, I wanna see what it's like to jack YOU off and have you jack me off. Not just together - I wanna touch you. When I'm doing it by myself, I sort of have other ideas too, and..."

But Damon interrupted him. "Would it make us gay if I wanted to suck your uncut dick?"

Skyler's mouth fell open. "What I mean," Damon went on, "Is you're different. You have MORE of it, and well, I wanna know what it feels like. I wanted to touch it for a long time now but I was scared to ask. I didn't want you to think I was a fag and stop being friends. Sometimes I think about it when I'm jacking off too." His face flushed.

"We'll always be friends," Skyler replied, "no matter what."

But Damon turned his head, suddenly unable to face him. "I feel stupid saying it," he blurted.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I never thought I was gay, but here lately..."

"I know the feeling," Skyler replied. He could hear the same doubts in his friend's voice that he had finally overcome himself. He just couldn't believe it. His dick was pounding at him, in time with his heart. He nodded. "Why don't you spend the night tonight and we can find out? If we don't like it, we don't have to do it anymore, right?"

Damon smiled broadly and nodded. They clasped hands and everything went on again like the conversation hadn't even taken place. When they were done in the pool that evening, Damon called his parents and allowed to spend the night.

What neither boy was aware of, however, and what Erik hadn't anticipated either, were the Libidinol-X molecules bonding not only to Skyler's testosterone but also to all of the other assorted puberty-inspired hormones in his body as well. It was also bonding into his sperm cells and seminal fluids.

Skyler and Damon sat on the floor of Skyler's bedroom wearing only their Speedos. They were trying to kick each other's butts playing a soccer game on Skyler's PlayStation2. As they played, their bare legs would rub each other from time to time. The flesh-to-flesh contact was making Skyler horny.

As the boys paused the game to take a drink of cherry coke and to would down a few mouthfuls of Nutter Butter cookies, Skyler remembered a joke he had heard.

"Hey Damon how do you know you have a high sperm count?"

Damon said, "I don't know."

Skyler then said, "Your partner has to chew before swallowing."

Damon started to laugh so hard he shot cherry coke out his nose.

"That's gross dude," Damon exalted as he jumped on Skyler and tackled him.

The boys wrestled around on the floor for a bit, stopping when they were all out of breath.

Skyler was on top of Damon as the boys rested.

"Won't your dad wonder what's up?" Damon asked.

Skyler shook his head. "He's got a migraine. Work stress. He took a pill and went to bed."

Damon nodded and grinned, thinking back to the chat in the pool earlier. His hard penis was pressing into Damon's crotch and Skyler felt Damon's penis harden under him. Skyler reach under himself and felt Damon's hard on. He rubbed it and looked into Damon's eyes. Damon enjoyed the feeling Skyler was giving him so he just smiled at his friend and waited to see what would happen. Skyler rolled off of Damon and pulled his dick out of his Speedos. He looked closely at his friend's hard cut cock. As he pulled up on it, a bead of pre-cum came out of the tip.

Damon reached out a hand and started to feel up Skyler's hard dick inside his Speedo. Both boys stopped what they were doing and without saying a word they stood up and took them off. Their Speedos tossed aside, each boy looked at the other, drinking in each other's looks. Both boys had throbbing erections. Each boy took his hard cock into his hand and started to slowly stroke his dick.

The boys watched each other masturbate for a short time then Skyler dropped to his knees right in front of Damon. He took hold of Damon's penis. He gave the hard cock a few strokes. He was rewarded with another drop of pre-cum. Slowly Skyler leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. He licked the clear bead of fluid from the tip and brought it into his mouth. He found he enjoyed the taste.

When Skyler's tongue licked the tip of his dick Damon felt a rush go through his body and a chill run down his spine. He felt his dick get just a bit harder at the feeling.

Skyler leaned forward once again and took Damon's hard tool into his mouth. He felt the warm flesh in his mouth and he enjoyed the feeling. His nose was soon in Damon's pubic bush, which was much more impressive than his own slight dusting of hair. He then pulled back until just the tip of hot tool was in his mouth, and used his tongue to rub it. A moan of pleasure escaped Damon's lips as he felt the hot tongue rub his cock head. Damon reached up with his hands and took hold of his nipples. He started to rub and pinch them as his cock got sucked for the first time in his short life. He could hardly believe it was happening.

Skyler was started to make slurping noises as he bobbed his head up and down Damon's cock. He took hold of Damon's big, low hanging balls in his right hand and started to fondle them. Damon's balls felt heavy to Skyler, as he was used to his smaller pair. He also felt a few hairs on the bag of skin. Damon was feeling weak in the knees as Skyler pumped his mouth on his hard cock. His knees bent, and Damon let himself down on the floor. Skyler never letting go of his balls or dick.

Skyler pressed his hard uncut cock onto Damon's leg and as he sucked the ridged tool, he felt like imitating a dog and hump Damon's leg. He felt the newly grown hairs on Damon's lower leg get trapped in his foreskin as he went into position on the sexy leg, and that added to the stimulation he was getting. He had no idea why he had thought of that.

Damon told Skyler to move and bring his dick closer so he could help him out with it.

Skyler stopped humping Damon's leg and shifted his body over so the boys were in a 69.

Skyler saw a wet patch on Damon's leg were he had almost been humping.

Damon saw the hard and uncut tool of his friend and licked his lips. He reached out with his hand and pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans. Skyler's cock head was a dark red in color.

Damon took a firm hold of Skyler's throbbing dick and started to stroke it. He enjoyed the freedom of stroking with the extra skin and now he wished his parents had not had his cut away at birth.

Damon inched himself closer to Skyler's throbbing member and with the skin pulled back, he sucked it into his mouth. Damon's dick got harder in Skyler's mouth as he got more excited by having his best friends cock in his mouth.

Damon sucked all of Skyler's short dick into his moth until his nose was pressed up to Skyler's near-bare pubis. Skyler's body gave a shudder as his dick was stimulated. He moaned with his mouth full of Damon dong, and the moaning sent a new wave of pleasure up Damon's dick. The boys sucked on each other's dicks and played with low hanging balls; in Skyler's case, not so low, but charged by the drug. They each used their one free hand to rub and pinch their own nipples.

The boys started to thrust their hips into each other's faces and got a good sucking rhythm going.

All to soon the boys started to suck and thrust faster. Their balls pulled up and became so tight they could not be played with any more. Damon was the first to cum. His whole body became as stiff as a board. His cut teen tool became even harder and started to spit out a mouthful of sperm into Skyler's mouth.

Skyler felt Damon's dick become harder, then a split second later a blast of hot cum hit the back of his throat. He had to swallow the first blast. He pulled back until just the now larger head was in his mouth and another blast was shot out. Skyler's mouth filled up with Damon's cum, and he enjoyed the taste in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it. Skyler had swallowed the cum just in time for his orgasm. Damon felt Skyler's balls pull up so tight to his body, that it looked like he did not have any balls or scrotum at all. Skyler's dick grew harder and a bit longer. The foreskin stayed pulled back and the glans flared out. Damon pulled back so just the tip was in his mouth.

Skyler started to shake from head to toe. Damon had to hold on tight to keep Skyler from thrusting more penis into his mouth; in fact, it was almost as if he were trying to work with more than he had. Skyler tried to thrust into Damon's mouth but was held still by Damon's strong hands.

Skyler bit his lip and then gave one last mighty thrust.

Skyler's hard penis started to shoot out large ropes of boy seed into Damon's mouth. Skyler's orgasm was so hard and fast and large it felt to Damon that Skyler was pissing cum instead of it shooting. It was coming out as one extremely large rope of semen instead of several large blasts. Damon swallowed a mouth full just in time to have his mouth fill up once again. He pulled off of Skyler's dick and swallowed again to watch the huge orgasm pour out of his friends cock. A small puddle formed on the carpet of the floor and the ejaculation finally ended, but the orgasm kept on going.

Damon watched Skyler's body twitch around like he was having a seizure and his dick jerking around trying to shoot out more cum that just was not there. The look on Skyler's face was a mixture of pure sexual bliss and pain as he had his orgasm. Damon could just sit there and watch his friend until the orgasm ended, wondering whether or not to yell to Erik for help. He had NEVER seen anything like it, and it frightened him.

When the orgasm died down, after several minutes, Skyler rolled over onto his back. He looked so worn out and he felt like he looked. His penis had softened, the foreskin recovering the glans. It looked so small in comparison that Damon almost laughed. Skyler's nuts also looked much smaller, his scrotum pulled up tight next to his body. Damon wondered where all of that cum could have originated. He shook his head and did a double take. Skyler's balls WERE smaller! Damon went and pulled the duvet off of the bed and covered his friend, wondering if he should say anything. He knew the boy had been under Doc's care for his nuts not being right. He shut off the bedroom light and climbed under the duvet with his friend. He'd ask Erik in the morning.

He knew that Skyler was asleep because of the even soft breathing coming from his friend's mouth.

He rolled over so he was spooned up to Skyler and fell asleep.

On his way to the bathroom, Erik paused and looked in on the boys. Normally, he wouldn't have done that, but having awakened from his drug-induced sleep with a ragingly full bladder, and not being in full command of his faculties he thought it a good idea. What he thought he saw was his son lying on the floor having a seizure and Damon, nude as Skyler was, trying to shake him out of it. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Damon was covering the boy and then switching off the light and curling up next to him. Erik went back to his own bedroom and jotted a note to change his prescription to something with no possible hallucination side effects and went back to bed.

Deep within Damon's body that night, things changed. The semen that he had swallowed was digested and the drugs molecules passed into his system, bonding with all of the hormone molecules that they could find. Several of them migrated to his brain, and by morning, unbeknownst to any of them, the drug that had been altered by the changes of puberty within Skyler's developing young body had "infected" Damon as well, much like a virus.

The few remaining days before school started passed with the boys spending their time together swimming, playing video games, biking, blading, and basically just having fun. Not a night went by that they didn't spend together at one or the other's house. Their explorations into their sexual escapades became routine, and neither of them thought a thing about being gay or not. All they cared about was being together and the near-mind-shattering orgasms that they were now sharing. Damon's, of course, was not as intense as Skyler's, but over the next few days he noticed that he seemed to be enjoying it more. The seizure type episodes had yet to hit him, and his friend's were becoming less of a scene the more they did it. By then, when Skyler came, it dragged out as before but then left him in a catatonic state that usually lasted for a few minutes. Then he would shake it off with a dumb grin on his face and in a few more minutes be back too normal.

While it frightened Damon a little, he nonetheless didn't stop doing it, and was also glad to see that his best friend seemed to be over his slow puberty problem and was performing admirably. Damon also noticed his own orgasms becoming better and better, but his 'recharge' time also higher. Both boys noted that while they could still get hard, but not as hard as they did when they were fully aroused they could only get off once a day it seemed. Skyler also seemed to be filling out more, becoming more muscular, and was growing more body hair here and there. He was also beginning to develop a faint trace of fine fuzzy moustache, which sent them both into gales of laughter when they discovered it.

But they were not the only ones noticing it. After what he had thought he had seen that night he had the migraine Erik began keeping closer tabs on the boys. Finally, after actually witnessing one of the sex-fests with a clear mind, he decided that something wasn't right. It was only a few days before school was to begin, and he wanted nothing to be wrong with his boy.

It wasn't the fact that he seemed to be turning out gay that bothered him - it was the rapid progression and the "fits" and seemingly catatonic state that he observed after the boy would orgasm. It reminded him of something, something that he had seen before. It took him the rest of that day to put a finger on it, but when he did, his blood ran cold. He thought back to college and one of the guys across the dorm hall. He was a heroin junkie, which had eventually washed him out of school. Erik shuddered. He recalled the look on that guy's face, couldn't remember his name, but realized that his own son looked and acted the same way for several minutes after an orgasm. It was then that he decided to call Doc, turn all of his notes and findings over to him, and call for help. A little voice somewhere was screaming at him that something was wrong, but the pressures for the success of Libidinol-X were too high. Even though the boy was no longer ON the drug, it was still in his system. It was designed to linger and boost, after all. But it had been conceived of and designed for MATURE men, not hormone-ridden teenage boys.

Once he was relatively sure that the boys were asleep as Damon spent yet another night with Skyler, he slipped into their room about a half an hour after the noises had stopped. They were in bed together, both of them dead to the world. Very carefully, Erik collected what looked like semen from where the two of them had neglected to clean up after their most recent carryings-on. He put his package of notes together and made a call to the lab at work. He arrived there not long afterwards, with half of his samples in a container marked "analyze/rush/Lib-X test". He took the rest to Doc, dragging his old accomplice out of bed at the late hour. Doc's eyes grew wide as he explained what he was seeing in his boy, and he agreed to get right on it. As he headed back home, Erik's thoughts were dark. He wondered if Skyler would fall for the "one more check up" thing with Doc before he took off for school.

Their school uniforms arrived via Fed-Ex that morning, reminding them that time had run out. They made a day of it. Erik took another "work from home day" two days before the boys were to arrive at The St. John's School for Talented Boys and took them both out for lunch, haircuts, and checkups with Doc. Both boys ended up shedding most of their mops to a highly tapered Ivy type cut with a 'bumper', as the barber called it, that they could gel up in the front. The sides and back were shaved with bare-bladed clippers up to well above their ears, with the tops being left at what was described as almost half an inch. If nothing else, it would eliminate the haircuts from the school barber - an ex-marine, the boys had told him - and keep them in line with the short hair policy of the school until fall break. They looked good, so Erik thought. They look like BOYS again! he mused as they headed for Doc's office.

The exams were cursory and brief. The only thing Doc did was take a bit of blood then turned the boys loose. He and Erik compared notes and lab tests, and Doc's expression was grim. "I have NEVER seen blood work like this, Erik," he began, "The hormone levels are 5 times what I have seen in even extreme cases of puberty running hot, so to say. Skyler's gained 5 pounds, and it's all muscle. His penis has gained an inch already, and his balls, well my my...what can I say? His balls are getting larger, Erik. How longs it been since you last saw your son naked?"

Erik thought for a moment. "Right before I brought him in the first time."

Doc nodded. "That drug of yours has done something to him alright. The homosexuality doesn't bother me, hell with the drive he's bound to have it's not surprising. It might pass. There is a phase, you know. At least all teen boys are gay at some point in time, a few of them just stay that way," Doc mused. "BUT, I am going to contact my friend Fred at the school and have him keep a close eye on your boy. Weekly exams. He won't like it, but he'll submit, I'm sure. Fred isn't the kind to mess around. Majored in endocrinology you know, devout man, uptight, but a good head on his shoulders. Better at this than I am, hell I'm out of my league. Anything beyond a quick feel and a cough test is out of my range! Anyway, back to what I was saying - Skyler's developing well. In fact, he's doing it fast. He's got more body hair now and he's getting that squeak back in his voice again, in case you didn't notice. His musculature is looking a lot better too in fact he's a fine looking boy, Erik. I hope there's nothing going seriously wrong."

Erik nodded. "So do I, Doc. He means the world to me."

As Erik was turning to leave, Doc asked, "Oh, by the way, how long does it take that Libidinol-X to totally wash out of a body?"

"I have no clue," Erik admitted honestly, "Unlike Viagra, it's designed to be long-term help, you know."

Doc sighed.

Neither Skyler nor Damon were impressed with their uniforms. They stood side by side looking at each other in the mirror on the back of Skyler's bedroom door and laughed. Both were dressed in light blue dress shirts with a dark blue blazer bearing the school crest. The neckties matched the jackets, and the socks, which matched the shirts, came up very nearly to their knees, but not quite, which wasn't too bad. The soft leather dress shoes were acceptable, as were the plain white tennis shoes for athletics. They had looked over the pictures of the gym clothing, and found it pretty safe. Plain light blue or white reversible T-shirts with the school crest and dark blue shorts with pale blue trim... which looked about two sizes too small on the model boys in the pictures. What really rankled were the uniform shorts. No boy at St. John's was allowed to wear "trousers," as the school referred to them. Not in any season for any reason. They wore short pants which matched the blazers and ties, that also fit a bit too snugly for the boys' liking and came down nowhere near their knees. The belts were narrow and black.

"We look like idiots," Damon was saying.

Skyler nodded. "We look like eight-year-olds."

Damon laughed. "Up until last week, you WERE an eight-year-old!"

Skyler flushed and adjusted his shorts. "Thanks, asshole! Yea, I seem to have more to stuff inside of these damn shorts than I did last year," he mused, his eyes wandering over his friend.

He was finding the uniform, amazingly, arousing. The much-hated shorts were snug, and they showed off the shape of Damon's ass and upper thighs quite well. The thought of a whole boys' school full of others their own age in this get-up was making him hot. The only problem was, there wasn't time to do anything about it. Damon realized this as well and sighed.

"We'll have two roomies to cope with too," he stated in a dull voice, "When do you think we'll get time? My dick almost HURTS and it's only been a day!"

"I know!" Skyler agreed, "Maybe we'll get lucky and they won't mind?"

"Right," Damon drawled sarcastically, "We'll get lucky and have two other gay roomies. Sure we will."

"Well, if not, we might have to persuade them or give 'em a show then," Skyler mused.

"Oh, man, what about the showers?" Damon asked suddenly, "There's 4 heads you know and no dividers. Remember how fucked up you were when we started there - about being naked?"

"Was not! That was YOU, buddy!" Skyler disagreed, "Until we got used to it."

"I dunno if I can handle it this time, though," Damon warned, "Naked, steamy, hot, wet..."

"Shut up!" Skyler jibed, "I'm hard now and I can't do a thing about it!"

Damon laughed again. "Yea, I can see that!" he mocked his friend.

Skyler looked down, and sure enough, his snug shorts were telling the whole world that his dick wanted attention. "THIS is gonna be a problem," Skyler stated in a low voice.

They were laughing again as Erik knocked on the door. "Come on, guys, we have to leave sometime TODAY you know!"

"Coming!" Skyler replied, and both of them collapsed in helpless laughter at the pun.

Doc slept in late that day as Erik loaded up the boys and their supplies for the drive to the St. John's School for Talented Boys. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought of the disciplinarian attitude of the school. With what he had seen the past few weeks, however, he was also a bit worried about expulsion! Being founded and run by a fairly devout Catholic community, some of the boys' antics just might NOT be acceptable IF they were discovered!

The boys chattered about this, that and the other as Erik drove, nodding his head now and again. Somewhere far back behind them Doc was just settling in to his coffee and the newspaper. A headline had caught his attention, and being a doctor, he was intrigued.

"West Nile Virus?" he snorted to himself, reading on, "Now how in the hell did that one get here and," then he paused.

"What is it dear?" his wife asked, pouring more coffee.

Doc's brows creased, and he suddenly jumped up with a shout, frightening the missus so badly that she spilled coffee all over the plaid tablecloth. As he ran from the kitchen, she began to wipe it up, realizing that it had ruined the picture in the paper that Doc had been looking at. "Ugly little germ, it is," she mused as Doc rooted through his notes grumbling to himself. Suddenly he shouted.

"SWEET JESUS!"

"Now what has gotten into that man?" the missus mused, "He hasn't been this excitable since the Hamilton boy ruptured himself a few years ago!"

She entered the study to find Doc on the cordless phone, pacing and swearing. Her face blanched. Doc jabbed the reset button of the phone and dialed another number. "Hal? Yes, it's me! Listen to me! Contact the Liselle Corporation immediately. Call Bob! I can't get Erik, and we've got to shut down production of Libidinol-X now! We HAVE to find Erik ASAP and find out if anyone other than Tom took this stuff!" There was a pause. "Why? Well Tom's dead, you fool! Why? Because I just figured out what's been knocking around in my head since Erik showed me the plans for this new sex drug of his! Hal, his own kid is on that stuff! This could be a disaster!" Another pause. "It's all in the structure, man! LOOK at it! How could a whole fleet of drug makers and chemists miss it? For God's sake, the drug molecules in that fancy time-delay coating are strung together just like the components of a virus, and a fast spreading one too! Thank God it's too bulky to be airborne!" Yet another pause. "Jesus Christ, man, have you ever read THE STAND by Stephen King? Can you imagine what could happen? Increases in hormones, sex drive, unimaginable pleasure upon orgasm? This is going to make heroin look like a chocolate chip cookie addiction! Yes! Yes! Right, call them all, I'll be there shortly!" And with that, he tossed the phone to his wife and ran from the room. "Don't wait up, hon!" he shouted as he fled the house in his bathrobe and slippers.

All the way to his impromptu meeting, visions of mutating drug particles combining with and bonding to hormone molecules raced through Doc's mind. His mind drew conclusions, ones that he prayed were wrong. The picture of the structure of that new virus had tipped him off. He still couldn't believe it. A long-lasting drug built like a virus in its construction! Didn't the idiots realize that if it looks like a virus, works like a virus, and lingers like a virus, then it probably IS a virus! Doc shook his head and sped up. "Dear God, I hope that boy hasn't turned out gay or just plain started experimenting yet!"

As Doc sped on to his meeting, dressed rather casually, Erik and the boys sped towards the St. John's School for Talented Boys where they were to meet their two new roommates; they made it about halfway there before Damon called for a bathroom break. Actually, neither boy had to urinate that badly - they simply wanted to relieve the painful erections that the sight of each other in their uniforms were giving them. As Doc parked and ran in for his meeting, Erik had waited 10 minutes before going into the men's room after his two charges. He found them slumped on the floor in the stall at the rear of the facility, shorts down, erections gone, eyes glazed, and blank looks on their faces. It took a couple of slaps to the faces to bring them around, and Erik was just thankful that no one had taken advantage of them. At that point, he demanded a full rundown as they staggered back to the car. Reluctantly, the boys began to talk about jacking off, how good it felt, how it just kept getting better, and finally - the end result that was leaving them in a helpless daze for several minutes after an orgasm. Having seen if firsthand, Erik picked up his cell phone and dialed Doc. A very bad idea was forming in his mind, but he was very much afraid that he wasn't wrong.

Doc presented his case quickly, and the astonished looks from Erik's team plainly told him that they had indeed overlooked the very structure of the drugs chemical makeup. Doc passed around copies of the nameless blood work facts which actually belonged to Skyler, then presented his case on speculations of Libidinol-X combined with all of the chemical bru-ha-ha of puberty. He was surprised to find that there was, in fact, a controlled test group of older men - all of them company executives willing to take the risk for the good of the company and for their own sex drives! However, none of them showed any results like the one he had passed around. All of the older men, lacking in the levels of assorted hormonal cocktail of the pubescent, were showing NO adverse reactions at all. True, Doc's case was for ONE individual, and all of them agreed that no BOY should have any reason to be on the drug at all. Doc held his tongue. He couldn't mention Erik or Skyler. It was too risky. Instead, he issued a warning in an ominous tone and turned to leave. "Pray, gentlemen," he advised as he departed, "That I'm wrong in my findings and that this thing won't ACT like the virus that it certainly resembles! Mark my words, Libidinol-X is going to come back to haunt you all if it does!"

When they arrived at St. John's, Erik sighed as he parked the car. Neither boy, after telling his tale of adolescent debauchery, wanted to say anymore. The flaming faces and downcast eyes tore at Erik's heart, but he had no idea what to say. He didn't dare mention what HE thought had caused it in Skyler, nor how Damon had "come down" with it as well. "Let's get going," he said, to dodge the issue, "You two need to get checked in and meet your two roomies for the term." The boys got out of the car and hefted their small luggage bags. Neither said a word. They both stared at their new soft brown leather dress shoes as they started up the cobblestone walk towards the huge building. It was a goodly walk from the lot to the main building, and finally, Erik grew tired of counting stories and bricks and arched windows. He had to say SOMETHING.

"Look, boys, get over it, for God's sake! I'm not angry with you I'm just worried. You have to admit, how I found you two in the rest stop loo didn't look very good! This isn't normal at all! First thing we need to do, after you check in, is see the Doctor here. Ole Doc knows him, stout fellow he says, knows his stuff, and you'll tell him what you told me. I mean, Jesus, boys, exploration is one thing, masturbation is another, but these stunned episodes afterwards? That's got to be looked into."

Neither boy replied, only nodded. Erik sighed.

They found that they had arrived a bit early, and only a few other boys were there filling out forms and registering. The wiry looking fellow behind the desk, balding with small half frame reading glasses, simply glanced over the rims and said, "Names, please?" Neither boy faced him. "Damon Johnston," Damon said plainly. "Skyler Andersen," Skyler said. The small fellow rooted through his folders and straightened his glasses. "Ah, here we are, Mr. Andersen and Mr. Johnston. Room 34, Dorm 2 - your roommates are Nick Kingsley and Joel Fay. Since you're both returning students, unlike Mr. Kingsley, I'm sure you can find your room. You can register via computer for classes and other school activities in the library with counselors to help. Classes begin tomorrow morning, so snap to it!"

"Thank you," both boys said in flat tone, turning to head over to the dorm building to get settled in. Erik walked them as far as their room's door, and making sure no one was watching Skyler embraced him for a long moment. Erik was a bit taken - usually the boy wasn't like this. Damon offered his hand, and Erik shook it.

"You want me to take you down to see the Doctor too?" he asked. Skyler pulled back and shook his head, his eyes pleading.

"Can Doc just send my file?"

Erik nodded. "I'm sure he already has. Just make SURE you go! He's expecting you, you know. Call me anytime if you need anything. Damon, your parents will pick you up this weekend, Friday after classes, don't forget." Damon nodded. Erik head to the dorm room door click softly as he headed out, but he didn't look back. His son was smart enough to do the right thing.

Skyler listened as his father's footsteps faded off. He threw his bag onto a bed, picked at random, and Damon put his on the one next to it. Neither of their other two roommates had arrived yet.

They sat on the edges of the beds for a few minutes then Skyler got up and sighed heavily. "I guess we better head to the Doctor's office if Dad told him we were coming."

Damon nodded. "Yea, they don't like it when you're late."

To both boys' relief, there was no cursory exam - at least not the type they were used to. The Doctor, just as Ole Doc had described him, was a no-nonsense type of guy. He read over Skyler's files quickly, having been expecting them, then pulled out a tray to draw some blood as per Doc's standing orders. "Special case, you?" he asked, as he pushed the needle in. Skyler flinched and nodded. "Well let me tell you this, young man, none of this foolishness will be tolerated here! If it's broke, I fix it! I don't know what my old friend thinks could be wrong with a pair of fine lads like you, other than puberty itself. God knows it's rough, but tough it out, boys! You'll live. And no monkey business either! I know what boys your age like to do, don't think I don't..."

He went on and on as he drew the blood and filed it with a label for lab work. Finally, he said, simply, "Strip." He kept on chattering his own warnings in the same excitable tone as he finally decided to have a look over the both of them. His idea of a look wasn't at all like Doc's. His lecture was often laced with religious metaphors, and eventually, the boys began to warm up to him. In his own unique way, this Doctor was funny. His whole exam took less than five minutes. Then he dismissed them, watching them get back into their uniforms. "And another thing..." he added as they were turning to go, "Keep those socks pulled up and those shoes clean! I don't like treating sore butts that get whipped too much!"

On the way back to their room, the boys felt better. They were still perplexed by the Doctor's ranting and lecturing. "You think he's all there?" Damon asked. Skyler grinned. "Dunno, but I think so. Doc likes him you know."

Damon nodded. They weren't quite as worried, but then again, they were also easily distracted - as most teenaged boys are. The entire rest stop episode had slipped to the backs of their minds, and since their libidos hadn't recharged yet they weren't thinking about it. Unknown to the both of them, however, the residual virus-like drugs in their bodies were making other plans, bonding and beginning to replicate. Erik was driving home, thinking about his acquaintance in college who had been into heroin when the boys arrived back at their room and Doc arrived back home. Erik was worried. Doc was pissed. The boys were curious. The door was ajar.

Damon pushed it open slowly, to avoid plastering anyone to the wall who might be hanging a jacket on the back of it. On the bed opposite of his sat a boy with a nicely built body, topped by a grown out and not well parted skater's cut. His face was smooth and round and freckled, and he was well built. Damon felt his dick twitch, and noticed that Skyler was turning sideways. The boy looked up quickly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Hi," he offered.

"Hi," Skyler replied, busying himself with his pack to hide his erection which his snug shorts revealed all too well, "My name's Skyler. You Joel or Nick?"

"Joel," the boy replied, getting up to offer his hand. Skyler's heart pounded as he shook it, then watched Damon do the same. He was embarrassed to find his palm sweaty. Joel noticed it too. "Sorry," he replied, wiping his own hand on his snug shorts, "I'm just nervous. I have to get a haircut, ya know."

Damon laughed and nodded. "Kiss it goodbye, Skate-boy, because the Barber here's an ex-Marine! We got ours at home." Skyler glanced over and could see that Damon was hard as well. SOMETHING had to be done about the shorts!

"I know," Joel groaned. "I haven't seen this 'Nick' yet, either, but I guess I better go and get it over with. I'll be back, I hope."

They watched him go, both of them staring luridly at his butt and his well defined legs. Damon exhaled after he closed the door. "Damn, he's better built than YOU are!"

"I noticed," Skyler replied in a hushed tone, "He must work out a lot."

"We may have some athletic competition when we try out for soccer."

Skyler nodded. "Man, I'm horny again," he complained.

"So am I," Damon nodded, but let's meet 'Nick' first."

"AND find something to do about these damn shorts!"

Damon laughed. "Yea, looks like you gave me some kind of horny bug. I NEVER felt that way when I met another boy before."

"Worry about it later," Skyler observed clinically, "Let's unpack and go get signed up." It was clear, however, that Skyler was worried and trying not to show it. Damon picked up on it, but not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings, didn't say anything.

They were just getting ready to go to the library when Nick showed up. Skyler pulled the door open as he was approaching it, and the sudden movement of a door that he had intended to open frightened the boy. He jumped back with a startled yelp, dropping his large backpack and falling on it. His pale gray eyes were wide as he looked up at the two older and much larger boys standing in the doorway with concerned looks on their faces. One of them, the stronger looking one, offered Nick his hand. Nick reluctantly accepted it, and found himself pulled up off of the floor. He righted himself and reached down for his pack, never taking his eyes off of the boys he prayed were not his roommates.

Damon and Skyler studied him. Nick was very small for being in their class, looking like he had just turned twelve. He had to be at least one grade ahead for his age, if not two. His pale blonde hair, almost white, was cut in a severe flat top style that almost made him look bald. His skin was tanned a bit, but in comparison to Damon and Skyler, he looked pale. Even his eyebrows were blonde, and his pale eyes looked haunted. He was shaking as he asked, with a squeak in his voice, "Is this 34?" Both of the older boys nodded. "Are you in 34?" Again, they nodded.

Nick felt his knees buckle. Standing in front of him were two of the very types that had always made him miserable in school - bigger and stronger. His parents had told him that private school would be different, it wouldn't matter that he was ahead of the rest of his age group. He'd make new friends and he'd like it. Nick hadn't believed them.

He was visibly trembling as he passed between them. "Excuse me," he whispered, slipping into the room. His uniform was too large, and that added to the sickly look. He paused for a moment, looking at the three rumpled beds, and quietly went to the still-smooth fourth. Skyler and Damon watched as he carefully set his backpack down and glanced around like a rabbit looking for a hole to duck into. He went through the room's only other door, which led to the bathroom. He didn't come back out. A long period passed, and the boys looked at each other. "He's a case," Damon offered. Skyler nodded.

"Yea, he is. He's tiny."

Damon nodded.

They waited.

"Think he's OK in there?"

"Dunno."

Time passed.

"Maybe we should knock?" Damon asked, grinning broadly.

"Don't terrorize the poor little guy," Skyler retorted, his own smile flashing.

"ME? You're the scary one!" Damon replied.

There came the sound of a retch, then another, followed by a flush.

"Shit!" Damon muttered, going to the door, "You ok in there?"

No answer.

Skyler pushed the door open. Nick was sitting on the closed toilet lid with his head in his hands. Sweat was pouring off of him, his flattop haircut having collapsed. The room smelled of someone having spewed thoroughly. Skyler and Damon stared for a moment, then something passed between them. Skyler put an arm around the small boy's slight shoulders and hefted him up and led him to the unused bed. Damon had pulled back the top cover, and when Skyler set him down on the bed, Damon pulled his shoes off and eased him back.

"You gonna live?" they asked in unison, grinning. Nick stared up at them, then rolled over.

"Oh God!" he moaned.

"WHAT?" the boys demanded.

Nick seemed to hesitate, then said nothing, covering his head.

"What is it?" Skyler asked in a parental tone. Damon stared at him, shaking his head.

"It's just... just... well... we're on a third floor and I'm by a window," Nick moaned, feeling totally embarrassed at his outburst which he couldn't control. "I'm scared of heights."

Damon and Skyler looked at each other. They were right - the kid was a total case. About then, Joel came back. His floppy skate cut was gone, replaced by a severe crew cut. Both boys broke into broad grins. Joel flushed. "Ex-marine," he offered, rubbing his shorn scalp. They all laughed. Then Joel noticed the fourth bed. "What's that? New Roomie, or did the mattress develop a tumor?"

They decided then that Joel was OK, even if Nick wasn't. "That's Nick, or what's left of him," Damon offered, "He's a bit jumpy."

Joel nodded clinically. "Yea, I heard from the dork at the front desk. New kid, first year, accelerated, small... HI NICK!" Joel shouted. Nick didn't move. The lump was trembling, though. "Geeez, think we need to get the Doctor?"

"NO!" came a shrill squeak from the bed.

"Voice is breaking," Joel observed, flexing his well-muscled arm and stretching out on his bed.

"We need to go register for classes and stuff," Skyler observed, checking his watch. "Nick, you gonna be OK?" No reply.

"What's with him?" Joel asked as they left the room.

"He's little and first time at boarding school," Skyler explained, "and he's afraid of heights too."

Joel looked back over his shoulder as they walked on down the hall. "But he's by a window!"

"We'll have to fix that when we get back, but at least he's not afraid of the dark!" Damon offered.

"Fuck you!" Skyler reply, a smile on his place.

"But what about his registering? Man, he'll be in deep shit if he misses it!" Joel said.

Skyler shrugged, looking at Damon.

"So we put him in whatever WE take then," Damon replied, "Problem solved."

Skyler glanced at Joel and grinned, his eyes taking in the curves of his muscles.

"And when we get back, I'll switch beds with him," Joel replied.

"Good idea!" Damon agreed.

"So, you work out or what?" Skyler asked Joel.

"Some, lots of sports and stuff. You too? Looks like it, with that frame of yours - IF you don't mind me saying so, that is!" And so the conversation began as if the three of them had grown up together.

They headed to the library chatting and getting to know one another while Nick was making sure they were gone. After about half an hour, as the three of them were all signing up, Nick moved from the bed to his pack and dug until he found the one anxiety pill that he had held back from the receptionist. Drugs were not allowed in the dorm rooms, all but for rescue inhalers and such. To get caught with it would mean expulsion, but Nick didn't care. Fighting back tears, he swallowed the small red pill in one gulp with no water. He quickly found his toothbrush and contact lens kit, and tended to those needs before the pill could hit him. He stuffed sonic earplugs in his ears and in ten minutes, he was stripped to his boxer shorts and back in bed - unconscious - blissfully unaware of the window. In another ten minutes, he was enrolled in all the activities that Damon and Skyler and Joel were. The three of them had found that they shared many a common interest, soccer being the foremost of them. They weren't sure about Nick, but for him it was too late... he was stuck with them.

When Joel, Skyler and Damon returned to their room, they found Nick still in bed. His soft and even breathing told them that he was asleep. Without a word, Joel moved his things off of the bed furthest from the window as Skyler uncovered and lifted Nick carefully out of his bed. Damon covered the small boy, not surprised to find that he slept in boxers. His eyes roamed to the crotch, but the shorts were too loose to reveal anything. He tucked him in then looked down at him. "What's in his ears?"

Joel bent down to look. "Earplugs!" he said in a normal tone, "he must have trouble sleeping."

"No wonder he didn't wake up," Skyler observed, "You think he'll be OK? I mean, he's well... you know... unwound!"

Joel shook his head and laughed. "I got a little brother the same way, scared of everything - jittery as hell. Believe me, the last thing this kid needs is three big guys like us terrorizing him. I bet he's so scared of us he wants to run away already. He's gonna shit, though, when he finds out he's on the soccer team!"

They laughed at that while Nick slept on. Even though it was only early evening, they figured he'd be out for the rest of the night. Skyler looked up to see Damon watching him, and he felt his dick give a twitch. He looked back down at Nick, but surprisingly, he didn't seem to feel that way towards the small boy. He was getting horny though, and they had yet to discuss THAT with Joel. He seemed cool enough, but it was impossible to tell how he might take the news that two of his roommates were lovers. He tried not to think about it as they unpacked and settled in. He didn't think that he or Damon would get much sleep that night, even though they decided to turn in early.

Skyler was simply feeling too horny to sleep.

He could hear the rhythmic breathing of his roommates and he was sure they were all asleep. The mutated drug running through his body, although he was unaware of it, was whipping his libido into a frenzy. Skyler lifted his hips up so he could pull off his underwear. With one fast pull and a toss, Skyler's boxers were on the floor by the foot of his bed. He rolled over and tucked his pillow under his belly. His hard dick was trapped now between the mattress and the pillow, Skyler started his hips thrusting. His boy cock being pushed and pulled between the mattress and pillow was a great feeling for Skyler. He started thrusting a bit faster and he could hear the creaking sounds his bed started to make.

The sound of the bed woke up Damon and as he looked over towards Skyler's bed and could see his friends body making thrusting motions. That was all it took for him. Damon yanked off his own underwear and took hold of his throbbing member. He watched Skyler's body thrusting, and he pumped his dick in the same rhythm and speed as Skyler's thrusting. The light snapped on in the room and Skyler stopped his thrusting and Damon stopped his pumping and both looked over at the light switch by the door.

Joel was standing there naked with his own boy tool all hard and throbbing to the beat of his heart. His nudist all over tan body was reflecting in the light. Skyler and Damon didn't know what to expect.

Then Nick opened his eyes and looked towards the switch. His eyes opened up to fullness like a deer caught in a cars headlights, and looked right at Joel's throbbing teen tool. He shook his head and blinked. Skyler sat up and pulled his duvet off of himself. Damon climbed out of his bed and sat down next to Skyler on his bed. Joel walked over and sat on Damon's bed, which was right across from Skyler's. Nick kind of shrugged to himself and got out of bed and still in his underwear, sat next to Joel thinking that he was having a really strange dream. After all, his pills did that to him sometimes.

Joel and Nick both stared openly at Skyler's uncut dick.

Skyler took a hold of his most prized toy in his right hand and started to slowly pull back then push forward his foreskin. Both Joel and Damon took hold of their cocks and started to rub them as they watched Skyler masturbate with his extra skin. After a short time of this, Skyler smiled at Nick and told him that he should join them. The three boys could see a small tent in the front of Nicks white briefs.

Nick's face turned a bright red as he stood up, figuring "what the hell." As he pulled down his underwear, he had three sets of eyes glued to his crotch area. Nick was a late bloomer. He had good normally sized teenage balls, but a still small only 3½-inch long hard boy penis. Nick had a few wispy blond pubic hairs also. He kicked away his underwear and sat back down. "I wonder if I'm gonna regret this when I wake up?" he asked. The others laughed. All four boys were now openly masturbating and watching each other jerk off.

Skyler got off the bed and while on his knees, walked across to the other bed and without stopping his own stroking, he pushed Joel's hand away from his cock and took Joel's hard on into his mouth. It was brave of him, but Joel didn't resist. Skyler sucked down Joel's tanned nudist noodle until his nose was buried into Joel's bush. He took a deep breath in through his nose to smell the boy scent, then started to slowly suction backwards off of the cock.

Joel was seeing stars. He had known for several years how good jacking felt, but getting a blowjob was so mind numbing, that he was amazed. He looked over at Nick and he saw a look of pure shock and sexual bliss, because Damon was on his knees, sucking Nick's 3-½ inch cut penis. Damon and Skyler sucked on both Nick and Joel's dicks like they were blow pops. They would suck for a bit, then pull off and then run their tongues all over the hot piece of flesh, then work their way down to the boy balls, and suck them one at a time into their mouths. Whenever Joel or Nick was on the edge of orgasm, Damon and Skyler would pull off and give their balls a small squeeze to ease off the orgasm.

Both boys getting sucked were now in a sexual hell. This was something new to both of them. They did not want the great new feelings to ever end, but they wanted to cum so badly also that the two conflicting feelings were battling over who would win. In the end, cumming won out. Nick was the first to orgasm. His hips lifted his butt up off the bed and thrust his hard tool all the way into Damon's mouth. Nick felt a liquid fire traveling up the length of his dick. He had never felt this feeling before in his last orgasm. Then his cock gave one mighty hard twitch, and he felt something wet spurt out of his piss hole. He knew he had shot sperm when he felt Damon's mouth and throat contact as he swallowed the fluid.

Just as the second spurt was making a exit from Nick's piss hole Joel started to cum. Joel had his eyes squeezed shut tightly as he took a hold of Skyler's head and held him in place as he fired off ropes of Joel Juice into Skyler's hungry mouth. Joel's was warm and thick in Skyler's mouth, and he swallowed as fast as he could so he would not miss a single drop of the liquid gold.

When both boys had dribbled out the last of their cum and it had been sucked and licked up, Skyler and Damon sat down on the floor looking up at the two orgasmed-out boys. Both boys' bodies were sweating and gleamed in the light of the room. They rested for a bit before they sat back up and looked down at Skyler and Damon. Both of them were still rock hard and their now very red cocks were dripping so much pre-cum, that it almost looked like they were having another orgasm. After some talking, both Nick and Joel agreed to let Damon and Skyler have anal sex with them. In Nick's case, it took a lot of coaxing, but after a few minutes and a guilty confession about enjoying rectal thermometers in the past, Nick agreed with his face flaming red.

Joel admitted that he had wanted to try it ever since seeing a gay porn mag for the first time, and Nick wrote it off as a bad dream - drawing more laughter. Skyler stood up and with his hard uncut cock pointing the way; he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a small tube of Vaseline. He returned and he and Damon used the whole tube to lube up their cocks and both Nick's and Joel's love holes. Skyler had the head of his cock at the entrance to Nick's ass, and Damon had his tool ready to push into Joel's boy pussy. They waited a moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Nick?" Skyler asked.

Nick hesitated, trembling. "Y-yes," he finally agreed.

An unheard command was given and both Damon and Skyler pushed their cocks into the silky warmth of the boys asses. Both Joel and Nick gasped from the pain, but as their asses relaxed around the prongs invading them, the pain turned to a good feeling. Skyler and Damon started a slow thrusting motion. They pulled their dicks out until just the head of their dicks were in the anus, and then push back in until their low hanging balls would slap the other boys butt. Both Joel and Nick's cocks got hard again from the anal and prostate stimulation, and they took a hold of their cocks and started stroking them to the same rhythm as Damon and Skyler were fucking them.

In all actuality, this was something new to all four of them. Damon and Skyler had wanted to try it, but never had - until then. Joel moaned a few times at onset, obviously enjoying it, and Nick's small cries of pain soon subsided. Skyler moved with care at first, then when he saw that he was enjoying it let himself go.

Both Skyler and Damon leaned forward and used one arm to hold them up and then used a free hand to play with Nick and Joel's nipples. The thrusting and jacking slowly sped up as time passed. When they were able to, Skyler and Damon would slow down the thrusting. But the boys drug-enhanced brains soon took over and the autopilot kicked in, their pleasure centers going wild. The boys started to thrust their cocks into the asses with animal lust. The bed was making so much noise they thought the headmaster in his private home on the other side of the campus could hear it. Skyler started to shoot. A second after Skyler shot his first rope of cum, Nick's dick started to spit also. It was like Skyler's sperm was shooting with such force, that it was coming out of Nick's own dick. Nick was able to feel the hot fluid shooting out of Skyler's cock and filling his guts. Still thinking that he was just having a bad dream, he cried out a bit, more from ecstasy than fear or pain. Damon started to unload his built up load of jism into Joel's colon. Joel felt the rush of cum, and it felt like he was getting a Damon seed enema. Joel started to ejaculate some more fluid and it landed all over his belly. When the orgasms died away, Skyler and Damon pulled their now half hard cocks out of the boys they had just fucked. Some semen came out of the freshly fucked holes, but most stayed up in the no longer ass-virgin boys.

Joel and Nick watched as their two roommates fell backward onto the bed, their eyes glazed and their breathing ragged. They were shaking a bit, and looked stoned. It was several minutes before they came to, and both of them thought of calling the Doctor for help, thinking that what they had just done had injured their friends. Nick was shaking his head and saying "Wake up!" over and over while Joel shook the two of them, trying to get any sign of life out of them.

When they finally came to, the boys all got up and walked to the communal bathroom. Joel asked if it was always like that, and they smiled at him and said that it only got better each time. Joel grinned. Nick sighed.

"I hope I forget this dream in the morning," he muttered. They laughed.

"You won't," Damon joked, "you liked it too much!"

They turned on all four showers and after they got all wet, they teamed up and soaped and washed each other. By the time they were all clean, they had each rubbed and explored each other's bodies.

They dried off and as they shut off the room light and climbed into bed, they all wondered what would happen next in their new found sex lives.

And unbeknownst to all four of them, little Nick and Joel had also become infected with the mutated drug. By morning it had replicated itself thoroughly, faster than before, changing and adapting to what it had to work with. In Nick's case there wasn't much to work with, but it still built up and multiplied itself, fitting into his and Joel's pleasure centers of their brains much like keys into locks - or heroin into synaptic pathways. While the four of them slept the rest of the night away, dreaming of other carnal passions, yet lacking the nighttime erections that usually accompany them, puberty subtly went in overdrive in all of them. Things began to change, quickly. When they awoke in the morning, none of them had erections and Skyler and Damon were especially sore and moving slowly. They took another shower, but it made them feel no better. Joel said he felt fine, and Nick wondered what they were talking about. They all stared at him. "All I had was some bad dreams," he offered. Skyler shook his head and sighed, patted Nick's head, and went back to bed after drying off. Damon soon followed suit. Joel and Nick dressed in their uniforms and headed down to breakfast, making sure to report that their roommates were feeling ill. On the way down the stairs, Joel noticed that Nick was walking a bit funny. "My butt hurts for some reason," he said in an annoyed tone, which sent Joel off into gales of helpless laughter.

The rest of the week was uneventful. The only thing that happened out of the ordinary was the exam given to Skyler and Damon and the reports being sent back to their own Doctor. For the next three days, the two of them exhibited symptoms that resembled the flu, but lacked the nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. Nick and Joel did their best to keep their new friends up on class work, soccer was OUT of the question, but by the beginning of the second week, both were back in class as if nothing unusual had happened. None of them took into consideration that they hadn't felt like having any kind of sex, or even jerking off, for that matter. Joel and Nick did, however.

It was Monday morning in the shower when Damon pointed out to the others that Nick had finally begun to show more outward signs of puberty. Of course he was being sarcastic, but it did appear that Nick had a bit more hair "down there" and his penis seemed a bit different - somewhat larger. After a moment's thought, all 4 of them carefully examined themselves and determined that they were indeed all a bit hairier, a bit larger, and certainly horny. This, of course, led to a repeat performance of the sexual antics of some nights beforehand. This time, however, it was Nick and Joel who came first, convulsing on their beds in what appeared to be epileptic seizures. Damon and Skyler were both shocked. Even though they hadn't really felt like it they had been unable to resist the temptations before them.

"Did we do that? DO we do that?" Damon asked.

Skyler shrugged slowly, his mouth agape. "Shit, that looks bad!" he whispered.

Damon nodded. "I think we pass out, don't we?" he asked.

"I think so, I don't really know, though," Skyler admitted, "It just feels so damn good." However, the sight of the convulsing boys before them dashed their sexual plans faster than a bucket of ice water. It took several minutes for the boys to come around, and neither of them felt like moving. In fact, neither of them really was coherent enough to get dressed for classes. That, naturally, put in another call to the school Doctor whose reaction was less than serene. Once again, all four boys were examined, tested, samples taken, and another call put in to Ole Doc back home. All four were confined to their room indefinitely, their homework being brought in by the Doctor himself. He was convinced that something was amiss, and he was bound and determined to isolate it.

It didn't take long for the affects of the drug to take their toll on the boys' school marks. Their grades began to go down fast, since most of their waking thoughts were stuck on sex. The week drifted by in a blur of hazy memories and just wanting to sleep and screw.

Doc and Erik's week both passed in a blur of furious reading and research.

On the following Tuesday morning, Doc once again shocked his poor wife by flying out the door without so much as a cup of coffee. He arrived at Erik's as the harried-looking druggist was about to be off to work. One glance at Doc's newest notes, however, was all it took to haul Doc into work with him and call another meeting of all of those involved with the Libidinol-X project. Bob's reaction was about as serene as Doc's and his friend's had been.

"You gave it to WHO?" he demanded. There were sighs about the room as they all read the reports on the four boys at the St. John's School for Talented Boys.

"The what-ifs are staggering," someone said.

"Boys IN puberty? Talk about throwing gas on the fire!"

"One boy."

"How long before it burns out, though?"

"What about the drive thing, plain and simple? Don't they have enough?"

"This virus-like chaining scares me."

"What if it CAN spread? It DOES look like a virus to me, now that I think about it."

"How?"

"Sexual contact."

"But it shouldn't affect women."

"What if the boys are having gay sex?"

THAT one brought silence.

Doc stood up and cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, from what I am reading, and from what I can theorize, I think that the drug IS in fact acting like a virus. Something in the chemistry of Skyler's body caused it to mutate, bond with his hormonal molecules more than it should have. It continues to build up in his brain's pleasure centers, and soon will have the same affects as drug withdrawal does. Orgasm will bring him so much pleasure that he will want it again and again. If he doesn't get it, he'll find a way, plain and simple. Not only that, the drug is bonding, as I mentioned. It is replicating. The more it bonds, the more his testicles produce things for it to bond TO. His latest blood tests show MORE Lib-X in his system than when he was on it. I, as much as Erik, am to blame for this. I knew, and I went along with it. We made a mistake, gentlemen, and we need to fix it. His best friend, Damon, is also showing the same symptoms that Skyler is. Flu-like in nature, missing classes, fatigue, etc. etc. Now, how did Lib-X get into Damon's body? There's only ONE answer to that. What I want to know is, what if they don't keep it to themselves? There are two other boys in that room with them, and THEY are beginning to show flu-like symptoms as well. I have convinced my colleague at the school that it might be something like Epstein-Barr, but he's not likely to swallow that one for long. So, I am going to the school, with Erik in tow, and we're going to have a talk with these boys and my colleague there."

Doc began to pack up his notes. Bob's face was troubled. "Erik, keep a lid on this, whatever you do. We CANNOT let this out! We're already in trouble. Call me when you find out anything at ALL!" Erik nodded and followed Doc out of the room. His thoughts were bleak as the vision of a junkie in withdrawals came to his mind. He asked Doc about it.

"It doesn't look good, Erik. I wont' mince words here. If Skyler is indeed victim to this, as I think he is, detoxification isn't going to be pleasant. He's going to suffer. The more he orgasms, the worse it will get. The more hormones he has, the worse it will get. A vicious circle. I know you didn't plan to, but the boy's going to be hurt when this is all over."

"So what's the cure?" Erik asked sadly.

"There may only be one cure," Doc replied, his voice going up a notch in excitement.

"And that would be?"

"Castration," Doc replied nervously, "The cure is castration."

Erik gasped. But being a druggist, he asked, "Chemical or real?"

"Simple," Doc explained, "no testicles, if we HAVE go all out, no more hormones - both ways, no more sex drive, the drug dies off with nothing to bond to or feed on. The boy goes through a withdrawal phase as the drug washes out of his brain. If he can't orgasm that is. And hopefully, we're left with a well-adjusted little eunuch on our hands, which is where he was headed to begin with."

"Oh God," Erik moaned.

"It's not like you've killed him," Doc defended, "His balls weren't doing much as it was."

"Not yet, at least," Erik replied, shaking his head. But he was thinking, as the drove in silence towards the school, Dear God, what have I done to my boy?

By mid-afternoon, as Erik and Doc drove, both Skyler and Damon gave in to their heightened sex drives. A quick session of 69-ing left both of them unconscious on Damon's bed, but all were all recovered by dinnertime. They didn't know it, had no way of knowing it, but things were rapidly changing inside of their bodies. The mutated drug was adapting to the body chemistry of each individual boy, and by the time Erik and Doc arrived - having been waylaid by a busted tire and rim in some road construction - another day had passed. They all awoke feeling fine, and as teenage usually are, hard and horny. Still, as they showered and looked at each other, they were unable to overcome the powerful urges coming from deep within. The ensuing orgy left them all breathless and momentarily dazed, but Joel and Nick didn't experience another seizure. Confident that that part had passed, they dressed and headed to the Infirmary where Doc went over them all again, took more blood samples, and sent them back to their room.

When Erik and Doc arrived shortly thereafter, they were surprised to see all four of them in good spirits and doing homework at the desks in the dorm room. Doc, of course, immediately took his colleague in hand and they went off to compare notes. Erik took Skyler aside, not being able to take him out of the room and listened as the boy explained his strange feelings to him. It wasn't long until Skyler broke however and all four of them began to confess - mostly out of fear at the tidbits of medical conversation they were able to catch. Erik suddenly felt like a priest on the eve of the Second Coming.

Erik held his stepson, MY boy, he was thinking, as Skyler, between fits of crying and interruptions from his roommates, confessed his own sins and his sorrow at having let his father down. Finally, able to hear no more, Erik put a stop to it. "I didn't raise you this way," he offered, staring his son in the face, "and what you are is what you are. I'm not going to think any less of you if you're gay. For all I know, the damn drug did this to you!"

There was silence. "D-drug?" Nick finally whispered.

Erik nodded. "Skyler was given an experimental drug for delayed puberty," he replied.

Nick nodded. "I think whatever he had, WE caught it then."

Erik nodded. "That's what we think is wrong with you four. It seems, from what you've told me, that Joel and Nick adapted faster and the side affects that were so dramatic didn't last long. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but once you cum, there aren't any more bad seizures and you just pass out for a while, right?"

The boys all nodded.

"And you can't seem to focus your thoughts, and you're all horny more than usual, right?"

Again, four nods.

"And accelerated puberty too?"

Four nods again, and Nick said, with some disgust in his voice, "Yes, finally."

As Erik listened to the boys voice their concerns and try to deal with the reality of what was happening with their bodies, Doc was receiving a hell-fire and damnation lecture from his friend. "Sweet Mother of Jesus! What HAVE you done?"

"Now Fred..." Doc began.

"Don't you 'Fred' me, Mister! You gave an experimental SEX drug to that boy? And look at these test results! I don't have to read it all now to see where this is going!" He rooted through the notes, papers scattering this way and that. "Bonding to testosterone molecules, pleasure centers of the brain? Nature would have taken its course, damn it! My God, to think what's going on in those young bodies, the sinful thoughts!"

"Oh come now, Fred, surely you don't think..."

But again, he was interrupted. "That's it! That's why all four of 'em are ill now! I bet that Skyler and his friend were... were... Lord help me! Sodomizing each other, and they've done it to those other poor boys! If these findings are true, and I think they are, those two are going to suffer for THEIR sins as well, which YOU are to blame for!" He went on and on, finally descending into a religious sermon on the evils of homosexuals and liberals, raping and plundering the virgins, and anyone not Catholic in general.

At that point, Doc resorted to the oldest known medical cure for hysteria. He slapped his friend across the mouth, knocking him backwards and onto the floor. "Don't you pull that Catholic holier-than-me-hail-Mary bullshit now, damn it! We've got a problem! Yes, we've got a mutated drug infecting two boys that spread to another two, now what do we DO about it? How do we cure it? And in case you haven't noticed, Fred, your paycheck is drawn on accounts paid by anyone who can afford the admission not based on religion, so get over it for a moment!"

After a bit of thought and cold compress to his swelling lip, Fred agreed. They poured over their notes for hours as Erik watched the boys, trying to comfort them somehow. As the two doctors worked, Erik watched the boys eat and try to do homework. It was obvious that they couldn't concentrate, though. About that time, he began to envision himself living in suburbia and managing a store at the mall... as well as his boy sitting in a padded room in a straightjacket as the drug tore him up. Oh, God, Doc, think of SOMETHING now! he thought.

Time seemed to drag on and on, until, near dark, the doctors returned. Each one of them carried two large syringes, fully loaded with something. The boys looked up at them in pure terror. "Alright, line up, gentlemen," Fred announced, "and drop the shorts. Left or right cheek?" Within minutes, all four boys were rubbing sore bums which felt like they had been injected with liquid cement. Nick was crying. "What was that?" Erik asked curiously, his hopes rising.

"Depo provera. I just gave enough of it to each of them to drop a horny moose in his tracks!"

Erik's jaw fell open. "What's that stuff do?" Damon asked.

But it was Joel who spoke up first, his face ashen. "Oh, shit! They put my Uncle on that stuff once and... and... well, it... it makes your nuts shut off and you can't get it up!"

At that point, Nick fell apart, but Erik nodded and Skyler smiled. He'd read a bit of his father's drug notes from work, entering a great deal of it into the computer he had built. "So it all comes out in the wash, right? The depo counteracts the Lib-drug stuff we got and we all go back to normal?" Skyler asked.

Both doctors nodded. It seemed that the problem was solved, but Doc Fred gave them one last strict warning.

"DO NOT engage in sex, boys. I can't prove anything, really, but I have some pretty incriminating evidence here. Skyler was on a drug for sexual prowess, got sick, and then his friend got it too. Then the roommates HERE later got it... fast. You all got sick, same symptoms, your grades all stink... and if I find out that any of you have so much as whacked off, I'll... I'll... I don't know what I'll do, but I'll think of something! Put the fear of God in you if I have to! Besides, this is fast acting stuff. You can thank Erik's company for that, sort of an emergency chemical castration drug for..."

But at that point, Nick had an anxiety attack and had to be sedated. Damon and Skyler watched the doctors put him to bed, both of them feeling like they had swallowed a large rock. Erik hugged his son, tucked him, kissed him goodnight, and the three men set off for an extended chat in Fred's office. By the time they were ready to leave, it was very late and Fred insisted that they stay in guest rooms at the school. Doc phoned his wife, and Erik phoned Bob. It seemed that all was well.

During the night, the shots of depo literally went to war with the Libidinol-X molecules. It was a long and ugly fight, and the Lib-X eventually lost. The four boys dreams were haunted places, delusions brought to mental light by the chemical wars being fought inside of them. The depo literally fell back and regrouped as the Lib-X tried to keep hold of any hormones it could find, and as they tossed and turned and whimpered in their sleep, it waged a new onslaught on the abundance of enhanced testosterone and almost beat it into submission. What no one suspected, however, was that the Liselle company's new and enhanced depo drug line had one major flaw in it for combating Libidinol-X: it acted fast, it acted well - it had time release molecules, but it eventually burned out. In reality, the shots given the four boys would have made a long-term eunuch of any normal man or boy. But Lib-X replicated, so while it was waging war with the new drug that came to destroy it, it was also producing more of itself in the process. And those new molecules waited, patiently, hiding out in the boys' overworked testicles.

It was only a temporary win.

That morning, however, the boys awoke feeling fine. They showered, resisted the somewhat lessened urges that they had, and reported to the Infirmary once again. The fear of more radical treatments and more shots pretty much kept them in line, although the occasional erections caused them much suffering; however, none of them gave in. Fred sent them on to class, warning their teachers in advance about giving NO bathroom breaks. The week passed uneventfully. All of the boys reported nothing unusual, except for the sudden loss of interest in things sexual. By the end of the next week, their schoolwork was catching up, their soccer skills were on the rebound, and the minor bouts of shaking and sweating were to be expected and cured with cold showers.

The only exceptions were Nick's nightmares, which he described vividly to the others. It seemed that night after night he dreamed of having awakened to find someone with a sharp knife cutting into his crotch, slicing off his impending manhood in one swipe. Then he would wake up again, thinking it was a dream and go to pee, only to find that he had no penis. At that point, he would usually wake up screaming. The others listened in horror, the thought of losing something down there being totally incomprehensible. Joel stated that he'd rather die, and Skyler and Damon didn't know what to think. Nick, naturally, had his tranquilizer dosage increased, which seemed to help. The following week went on without incident, until one strange morning.

It had been near a month since the depo shots, and the boys had pretty much returned to normal. That is, as far as they knew or felt. What none of them knew, the doctors included, was that the chemical war inside of the four of them wasn't over. It was just in a stalemate.

Joel was in the shower all alone, which was a rare treat in his school, since he had three roomies plus the four boys in the other room that now had to share this one extra large bathroom. The shower had four heads, and Joel had three of them going at once. He had two of them bent towards him so he had a nice hot spray coming at his lean 14-year-old body from three directions. He was pondering how bad it was going to suck, having 8 of them after this facility until the other was fixed. Joel took a hold of a sponge and added a large amount of liquid soap to it. Slowly he started to rub the soapy sponge over his body. The latent virus-like drug, which had been giving them no problems, suddenly decided that it was time to launch a new offensive. As he scrubbed himself, Joel began pondering the fact that he didn't really think about sex or masturbation much anymore. Then it hit him, suddenly. The mutated drug infecting his body started to kick in at the touch. Somewhere inside of him, the depo was losing strength. The sponge roaming his body started to set the nerves off.

Joel's brain started to send signals to the rest of his body, and his teen penis started to get hard. The conditioning in his pleasure centers from the Lib-X buildup, which hadn't totally washed out yet, began demanding attention, reminding him of how good he had felt in the past.

He dropped the sponge and took a hold of his hard throbbing cock. Using the soap already on his dick and on his hand, he started to slowly stroke his dick. He used his free hand to roam all over his naked body. He played with his nipples and low hanging balls. He felt himself close to cumming while he had three fingers up his own ass. Despite what he had been told, and knowing he wasn't' even supposed to try, he couldn't help himself. As Joel was pumping away on his cock and fingering his ass, Tyler walked in to the shower room. Tyler was one of the boys from the other dorm room that had to share this bathroom.

Tyler was a slight but well built boy, and his musculature suggested that he was very active. His stomach looked like miniature washboard, and he was evenly tanned all over. His dark hair had grown out some from the crew cut that he had gotten before school had started, making him a prime target for the school barber. He wasn't quite as tall as Joel, but was a bit larger than Nick. He met "the boys next door" in passing of course, but hadn't ever really talked to any of them. They were into soccer, and he was into swimming and weights. And while he had never been ashamed of his body or nudity, he was nonetheless stunned.

Tyler stood there fully naked and could only watch Joel. He saw Joel stooped over. Joel's right hand was pumping his dick in a blur of motion, and his left hand was reaching behind and moving in a way that made Tyler think of when he uses a sponge to wash his ass. He stopped in his tracks and stared. Tyler watched as Joel pulled three fingers out of his ass and stood upright once again in a flash of movement. Joel's nipples were hard little pebbles on his chest and he let out a gush of air as a large rope of thick white cum shot out of his piss slit. Both Joel and Tyler watched the blast of cum shoot out of Joel's cock and fly through the air and hit Tyler on his left leg, just below his knee. The cum dripped down Tyler's leg and stuck in little strands to his newly sprouted blond leg hairs. Another blast launched out of Joel's piss slit and hit Tyler's left leg about half way between his knee and foot. Tyler turned around and started to leave the shower room and he felt another blast of cum hit his foot. It did not register in is mind until it was to late, and he put that foot down onto the tiles floor and slipped. He landed on his stomach and lay there stunned as something Joel had never experienced came over him. He was a bit disoriented, but he was also on the verge of exploding, or so he felt. His young body, denied any kind of desire or drive for near a month, had ideas that he was unprepared to cope with. The orgasmic disorientation that he expected, however, didn't happen.

Joel moved with the same lighting speed he used on the soccer field and used Tyler's soap and a rope to tie his hands behind his back. He then picked up the washcloth Tyler had and crammed the wet cloth into Tyler's mouth. Tyler came too and started top fight his bonds and scream, but was kept quiet by the cloth in his mouth and his hands tied firmly behind his back.

"Shut up" Joel hissed into his ear as Joel gave Tyler's ass a hard slap. A angry red handprint started to form on Tyler's butt cheek, and the sting of the blow made him mellow out. Joel rolled Tyler onto his right side then he lay down on his side behind the bound and gagged boy. He then reached for his bottle of liquid soap and squirted five or six large squirts of soap onto his still hard cock. After pushing the bottle to the side, he rubbed the soap all over his cock to make it nice and slippery. He wiped his fingers on and around Tyler's ass. Somewhere, something didn't feel quite right, but then again, too much felt SO right.

Tyler felt Joel's fingers and he knew what was about to happen. He was about to be raped. He'd heard about this kind of thing, but in truth, he'd never given it much thought. He started to fight once again. Joel reached around and took hold of one of Tyler's nipples and gave it a hard pull and pinch, and once again told him to chill out. The pain in his nipple hurt a lot but he calmed himself down again, so the pain would stop. Once calmed down, Joel let go of his now red nipple. He took a hold of his hard and slicked up cock and aimed it at Tyler's virgin hole. When he had the cock head resting at the entrance, he let go of his dick and took a hold of Tyler. He started to push and at first it would not go in. Then ever so slowly the head of his dick started to enter. Once the head had pushed in all the way, the rest of Joel's cock slipped in easily. Soon Joel's slight pubic bush was tickling Tyler's ass cheeks.

Tyler had never felt such pain before. He thought his ass was being ripped open with the Jaws of Life. Joel started a slow thrusting motion with his hips and pulled his dick out until just the head was in Tyler's ass, then he would shove it forward again until his balls would slap Tyler's ass. Tyler was confused by the feelings he was now having. He was crying and had tears running down his face from being raped, but he was also beginning to enjoy the feeling of the large tool thrusting in and out of his ass. He didn't understand it, and the confusion upset him.

Tyler's cut 14-year-old teen tool was as hard battleship armor. He started to thrust his own hips to try and give his cock some stimulation, but there was nothing but air to thrust against. Joel felt the hip movements of Tyler. He stopped his fucking motion and pulled his penis all the way out of Tyler's ass. Joel untied Tyler's hands and then put Tyler on his back. Joel got on to his knees between Tyler's legs. He then lifted Tyler's legs up and put his feet on his shoulders. He took a hold of his throbbing penis and pushed it back into Tyler's boy pussy.

Joel started to long dick Tyler's love chute, and at the same time he started to rub and play with Tyler's tight ball bag. Tyler took a hold of his cut cock and started to stroke it at a blinding speed.

Joel grabbed Tyler's hand and made him slow down his pumping. Soon the two boys had a rhythm going. As Joel pushed his cock in all the way, Tyler's hand would be pulled up to the top of his dick. As Joel pulled his penis out, Tyler's hand would travel down to the base of his dick. Joel leaned forward and took Tyler's right nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the little bud until it was rock hard. He then moved over and gave the left nipple the same sucking treatment as he did to the right one. Tyler was no longer crying, he was fully enjoying the ass fucking he was getting. When he felt the head of trouser snake rub past a part of his ass, he would get a burst of great feeling that would travel from his ass to the tip his of his cock.

Tyler reached with his free hand, and started to fondle Joel's boy tits. Soon Joel's tits were once again hard little pebbles on his smooth chest. The boys kept this up for a while. They would start to speed up their pumping and thrusting, then slow down so they would not cum. Joel pulled the washcloth out of Tyler's mouth and the locked his lips to Tyler's. Joel's tongue found its way into Tyler's mouth. His tongue rubbed the braces on Tyler's teeth and explored all of the inside of Tyler's mouth. Joel tasted the mint toothpaste Tyler had used when he brushed his teeth.

Tyler pushed his own tongue into Joel's mouth and soon the boys were playing a mean game of tonsil hockey. When the kiss was broken, Joel once again pulled his dick out of Tyler's hot boy ass. Joel helped Tyler to roll over and get up on his hands and knees. Once in a doggy position, Joel once again shoved his tool up into Tyler's love chute. As Joel started to fuck Tyler's moist love hole once again, he reached around and started to pump Tyler's hard and throbbing cock. Tyler reached back to take a hold of his balls to play with, but then as he looked back, he could see Joel's low hangers swinging back and forth just below his tight balls. He reached back a bit further and took a hand full of Joel jewels.

Joel felt the hand on his balls, and stopped pumping for a second, as he was worried about Tyler causing him some pain. But the pain never came, only pleasure as Tyler started to just rub and fondle the balls in the silky bag of flesh. Joel started to fuck Tyler's boy pussy again and jack the hard cock of the cute blond boy. He moved his free hand to Tyler's testicles and started to play with the baby makers. Both boys were sweating from the steam and the sex, and they were both close to busting a nut. Joel started to speed up his cock thrusts and his hand became a blur of motion on Tyler's tool.

Tyler's balls pulled up even tighter to his body, and Joel's nuts pulled up a bit but still remained low hanging and swinging. Tyler started to orgasm first. The first spurt of cum shot up and hit him on his chin, making his chin look like a nasty zit had just popped. The rest of his cum spurted out and landed on the tiled floor with little splat sounds.

The muscles in Tyler's ass contracted and caused even more pleasure on Joel's cock. These feelings pushed Joel over the edge of orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw little flashes of light dance in front of him as he felt liquid lava spurt out of his hard penis and fill Tyler's colon with his cum.

Joel's whole body was shaking during his orgasm. He had never felt one so powerful in his life. His cum kept coming out in huge spurts. Even though he had just had a large cum while jacking off, even more cum then before was now overflowing out of Tyler's ass and dripping out his butt and onto the floor.

Joel pulled his dick out of the warm ass, just in time for one last spurt of Joel Juice to shoot out and land on the small of Tyler's back. Both boys took a hold of their now half hard dicks and milked one last dribble of cum out of them. When they recovered from their orgasms, they stood up and stepped back in to the spray of water. Joel was profoundly glad that he hadn't passed out, not sure of what Tyler might do next. With a pang of regret, he realized that he had just raped the boy. The strange look in Tyler's eyes, however, seemed to say Well THAT was fun!

Once they were both all wet, they took turns with a soapy sponge and washed each other. They made sure to use some water to get all the cum off the floor and down the drains. When they were both dried off, they walked back to their different rooms. Not a word was said, but as Joel went back to his own room, a thought crossed his mind. It made him stop and shiver, but once he considered what he had been told, what he had just done, and how Tyler might react, he decided to keep quiet. The last thing any of them needed was to be found out has having the little guy next door.

He also realized that if there was still any trace of the drug left in his body then he'd just infected Tyler. He swallowed hard and prayed that what had just come over him was just a fluke.

14-year-old Tyler sat at his desk trying to read his history book, wearing only his Scooby Doo boxers.

He had just finished jerking off slowly in the bathroom, and was amazed by how much cum had shot out of his cock and into the toilet. His mind was wandering, however. He couldn't help but keep thinking about what had happened with Joel, and he couldn't understand why he wasn't upset over it. Actually he was upset - he was upset in the fact that he was trying to convince himself that he HAD NOT liked it, when in fact he had.

As he sat there reading about the most boring subject in school, his roommate Steven walked in. Steven was a 14-year-old red headed boy. All he had on was a blue with silver stripes Speedo and sandals. He had just come back from his diving team practice. Tyler watched the red head kick off his sandals, and then slowly peal off his wet Speedo. Slowly Tyler saw a thick red bush, then some cock. When Steven pulled off his Speedo and stood back up, Tyler saw the boy's ball bag all pulled up tight from the cold pool water. Steven went to his dresser and pulled out a clean towel and when he bent over to get a clean pair of boxers, Tyler got a good shot of his ass.

Tyler's dick became rock hard, and without a moments thought, he stood up and pulled off his boxers. He was down on his knees and as soon as Steven stood up and turned around, Tyler sucked Steven's circumcised dick into his hot mouth. He had no idea what possessed him to do it; he just did it. Steven felt Tyler's mouth on his dick, and stood there in shock. His penis responded to the stimulation and it erected its self to its full six inches of hard boyhood. Steven's brain went on autopilot and his hips started to thrust his cock in and out of the steamy wet mouth.

Steven then regained some control and was about to pull out and away from Tyler and break his nose. But then he figured it would be several months before he saw his girl friend Cathy again, so he just closed his eyes and pretended that Tyler's mouth was Cathy's instead. After all, he wasn't the one DOING the deed, so that didn't really qualify him as gay.

Tyler reached up and rubbed Steven's scrotum. Feeling the fine new hairs growing in. Steven used his hands and started to pinch and rub his nipples as his cock got sucked. A few minutes later the dorm room opened and in walked Tyler and Steven's other two roommates. Dean and Pat walked into the room and closed the door. That is when they saw a naked Tyler down on his knees sucking off Steven. Both boys watched the action, and felt up their own hard and throbbing boy cocks through their school uniform shorts. Dean and Pat pulled off their shorts and underwear, and stood there openly masturbating their hard penises, wearing only their shoes, blue knee socks, dress shirts with tie, and school blazer. It would not make a good picture for the school recruiting poster.

Tyler saw the two new cut cocks and used his free hand to take a hold of Pat's prick since it was the closest. He sucked on Steven's stick, and then as he pulled Pat closer, he pulled off and sucked in Pat's pole. Dean saw what Tyler was doing, so he moved to the other side of the kneeling boy. Tyler took a hold of Dean's dick and took over the rubbing of that 5-inch wonder of boyhood.

After Tyler had sucked on Pat's dick for a while, he pulled off and swallowed Dean's Doric. He would suck one cock, and wank off the other two, then switch dicks in his mouth and hands.

All this time, Tyler's own penis was hard as garnet, and leaking gobs of pre-cum. But with his hands so busy, he could not help himself.

Tyler stopped sucking and jerking the cocks, and stood up. All the boys went over to Tyler's bed. Tyler sat down on his bed and reached into the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a jar of Vaseline and then after he opened it, he rubbed a liberal amount of the stuff all over Steven's cock. He put down the jar and lay down on his back. He lifted his legs so his knees were by his chest, and asked Steven to fuck him.

He could hardly believe it when he heard himself say it, but he felt as if he had to do it. Steven's schlong was still rock hard and a large bead of clear pre-funk was hanging off of the tip. Steven was now so horny that he did not care that he was having gay sex. He just had to get his rocks off. Steven took a hold of his dick and bent it downward and aimed it for Tyler's boy pussy. When the tip of his leaky cock was at the entrance, he pushed it in.

Both Tyler and Steven yelled out. Tyler from his hole being opened up so much, so fast, and Steven with the great feeling his dick got when it pushed into the tight and oh so hot tunnel. It took everything Steven had to keep from cumming. Both Dean and Pat watched this with amazement and hard dicks in hand once again. They slowly stroked their cocks, as Steven started the natural hip thrusting motion that all male humans have burned into their brains. The hip thrusts push and pulled his love pump in and out of Tyler's tunnel. Tyler was thinking about Joel, and he wondered why in hell he was doing this again. The feelings it soon began to give him answered that question, however.

Pat climbed up onto the bed and climbed into a 69 position with Tyler. Both Tyler and Pat sucked in each other and sucked and licked each others erected penis. Dean scooped out a large amount of Vaseline and made his dick all slick with it. He then walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up on it. He had to bend his knees to get low enough to aim his dick at Pat's pussy. He was more kind to Pat, and pushed his cock in more slowly then Steven did to Tyler. Dean pushed all 5 and half inches of boy bologna up into Pat's ass. Pat's ass was hot and tight and he loved the way it would kind of grip and then unwrap his cock.

Steven and Dean worked together to set a fuck motion, and after a while all four boys had a good rhythm going. Dean was the first boy to cum. He gave one last thrust and then shoved his dick up hard into Pat's ass. He shot off four large blasts of cum and a few dribbles. He pulled his cum covered cock out of pats ass, and then went to his bed to finish stripping out of his uniform. As Dean started to walk towards the showers, his half hard dick dripping, Pat started to fill Tyler's mouth with his small dribbles of boy seed. Tyler swallowed the cum and kept on sucking the prick that was still in his mouth, trying to get more boy cum out of it.

The feelings got to be too much for Pat, and he had to stop sucking on the Tyler tool, and pull his dick out of Tyler's mouth. Tyler took a hold of his dick and his hand was a blur of motion on his dick. Pat thought Tyler was about to cum, so he sat back to watch, but nothing happened and Tyler kept his pumping. Pat got up and stripped off the rest of his clothing at his bed and joined Dean in the showers. While in the showers, Dean helped get some water to shoot up Pat's ass to help clean out the cum that was dripping out.

When Dean and Pat were all done in the showers, they went back into their room and were both amazed to see that Steven was still plowing his hard dick into Tyler's ass. Tyler was still jacking his cock like it was about to be cut off, and wanted to enjoy it as much as he could before it was removed. Dean then had an idea, and he dipped his finger into the still open jar of Vaseline. He moved behind Steven and pushed his lubed up finger up the freckled ass.

Dean felt the ass muscles contracting as Steven thrust his cock in the hot boy cunt he was fucking.

Dean felt around and then found the small lump that was Steven's prostate. As Steven felt Deans finger hit his prostate, his penis got just a bit harder. Dean pushed and rubbed Steven's prostate as much as he could in the now extra tight passage. Steven felt his orgasm about to start. His penis head became even more sensitive. His balls started to pull up even tighter then they were before, and his breathing became labored.

Steven started to gasp for breath. He sped up the thrust of his hips, driving his cock faster and harder in Tyler's fuck hole. He sucked in a lung full of air, and then held it as his whole body stopped all it's movements. His body was now stiff as a board and you could see tiny micro shakes of his body as thick gobs of boy juice fired out of his quivering piss slit and shot up into Tyler's colon.

Tyler clenched his thirsty anus to extracted every last drop of Steven's seed. As Tyler felt the hot semen flowing up his very eager ass, he pumped and jerked and stroked his throbbing cock. His dick was very red from all the friction it had been received, but because of his last orgasm just a short time before all this started, Tyler could not bring himself over the edge to a second orgasm. When Steven recovered from his orgasm, his softening penis popped out of the cum dripping hole and he collapsed to his knees.

"Where'd you learn that?" he asked.

"Joel," Tyler groaned in reply.

His eyes locked on to Tyler's bouncing balls, and he looked up just enough to see a blur of motion that was Tyler's hand pumping the life out of his raging hard cock. Steven leaned forward and pushed Tyler's hand off of his dick. He took Tyler's tool into his mouth and sucked it in, sucking in residuals of the infection that Joel had spread to Tyler as well.

Dean used his slick finger and pushed it up Tyler's ass. He found the prostate and started to stimulate it as he had done to Steven. Pat, not wanting to be left out, climbed on the bed and started to with a silent signal to Steven, started to share Tyler's aching dick. Steven moved up on to the bed, and he and Pat used their tongues to stimulate the teen's tool. Dean moved between Tyler's legs and continued to rub the large prostate under his finger that was up Tyler's chute. He then leaned forward and took Tyler's testicles into his mouth and started to suck and lightly nibble on them.

Tyler felt the orgasm approaching. His body started to shake like he was a fish out of water. His hard cock grew 1/4 inch bigger and harder. The head flared out and the piss slit opened up. Dean, Steven, and Pat all stuck out their tongues and all three of them licked just the head of Tyler's throbbing meat.

Tyler gave a mighty grunt and the first shot of his load of lust fired high into the air. He went straight up and as it came straight back down, it hit with the second shot of cum to shoot out of Tyler's dick.

The two globs of semen formed an even larger blob and fell down and landed so hard right on the tip of Tyler's dick, that it exploded and large drops of the thick cream, landed on all three boys tongues.

This happened again and again with the next eight shots of cum that skyrocketed out of his dick and landed. As the orgasm died, Tyler had a few dribbles, and then his whole body went limp. Steven, Dean, and Pat, licked up all the cum off of Tyler's cock and surrounding area. But Tyler wasn't moving. In fact, he lay there shivering as if he were cold. They tried to rouse him for several minutes, and when they were unsuccessful, Dean got dressed and ran for the Doctor while the others tried to come up with a story.

None of them were aware that they had all just been infected with Libidinol-X.

When the Doctor arrived, he took one look at the insensate boy on the bed. His eyes were half closed, unfocused, and he was still trembling. The others had tried to get him dressed again, having pulled his boxers back onto him and placed an ill-fitting T-shirt on him as well. Doc looked him over, looked at the others, then sniffed. He blew his nose on a kerchief, returned it to his pocket, and sniffed again. "Alright," he began, "Who's been whacking off in here, damn it? Self-pollution will only get you into trouble, I tell you. I'd say it was this one, wasn't it?"

All three of the others nodded. "I saw him doing it when I came in," Dean lied. The others agreed. They did not, however, hesitate to help Doc drag the semi-conscious boy down to the Infirmary where Doc went over him with a fine-toothed comb.

Back in their room, Dean, Steven and Pat were worried. Their conversation was a confused barrage of questions to each other, and none of them had an answer.

"Don't YOU jerk off?"

"Well, yea, but... I... I mean, alone, you know?"

"I wondered what it's like, to have someone else touch it?"

"Why'd we do that?"

"Does this make us gay?"

"I'm not gay, shithead, I wasn't the one GIVING!"

"Fuck you, asshole! You liked it!"

"Did not!"

"You sure came a lot for not liking it then!"

"Man, did you see how the little guy liked having his ass fucked?"

"You wonder what it feels like?"

"I don't know... maybe..."

And the talk lasted for hours. The boys were so engrossed in it and busy trading insults between lines of genuine concern that they almost missed dinner. They also noticed that Tyler wasn't there.

He wasn't in their dorm room when they got back, either. The next morning, he still wasn't back and they decided to go and see the Doctor.

Ralph was on the phone when the boys knocked on his door. He had one eye on his notes and one eye on Tyler, whom he had sedated and kept that way. Twice during the night, he had caught the boy trying to masturbate after he had awakened. It had only taken a few minutes, actually, after his roomies had brought him in. He had come to, confused but happy, and wanted to go. Of course, Ralph had had none of that and immediately set in with a hell-fire-and-damnation lecture on the evils of the sins of Onan (which he had to explain to the confused boy) and the evils of sex, especially gay sex! Caught red-handed, complete with semen on him and IN hand! And not five minutes after he turned his back on him after the exam, Tyler had tried to jerk off. Ralph, of course, stopped him and threatened him with a call to the Headmaster. That had worked for about an hour, long enough to thoroughly examine him, and then he'd tried it again. At that point, Ralph simply sedated his little ass and turned his mind to other more important issues.

The test kit for Lib-X that Erik had sent him was sitting in front of him, and Ralph watched as the indicator turned from red to black, forming a plus sign that indicated that Tyler was indeed infected. He had been on hold for several minutes trying to reach Erik, and his old friend Doc was out on an emergency call. He was growing more and more irritable by the minute as well. Tyler had tested positive, and he had also been found - upon thorough exam - to have had semen in his rectum as well in the lining of his throat. Ralph had spent hours comparing notes on Tyler to notes on Skyler and his roomies, and it didn't look good. Obviously, the depo shots had failed. One of them, if not ALL of them, had somehow infected Tyler, who in turn had infected his roomies.

Or so Ralph theorized. He needed to test all three of them to be sure. When the knock came at his door, an evil grin crossed his face. He pressed the "*" key to leave a voice mail for Erik and hung up.

"COME IN!" he shouted.

The three boys entered, looking around nervously. The Infirmary always made them jumpy, and for good reason. Ralph, or 'doc' as they all called him, had a reputation for being thorough and a bit rough as well as unorthodox. He knew it, and he liked it that way.

"Well, boys, come to check up on your little friend?" he asked by way of starting a chat. These boys had information that he needed, and he was going to get it one way or another.

"How is he?" Steven asked.

"He's sleeping," Ralph replied, "I have no idea what's wrong with him, but he's got something. I think it would be best if I looked the three of you over as well. You've probably all been exposed, and we can't take chances."

They stared at him, and Pat edged closer to the door. Ralph noticed.

"Back over here, Mister, before I call the Headmaster! How would you three like an ass beating the likes of which you've never had before? Something's wrong here, this kid is sick! Now, into the exam room, all of you! Wait for me in there. No monkey business, either! Get in there, strip, and pick a table or chair. You're all getting the once-over!"

The three of them groaned, but did as they were told. They knew that the school had free reign over corporal punishment, and they all had seen Dean's ass the last time he had gotten it for making calls on a teacher's calling card to his girlfriend. Dean hadn't been able to sit for two days. So, reluctantly they stripped and waited. Ralph was just beginning to examine Steven when the phone rang. "Damn it!" he swore, "Don't move!"

He picked up the phone. The boys could hear him saying, "No, didn't work. Couldn't have. Yes, twice. Positive both times. Got across the hall somehow. I don't care! Get yourself and my good buddy here ASAP; we've got work to do! Yes, I know, but it's the only way. Yes, I'll have the other three tested shortly. Just get here. Yes. Goodbye. What? No, there's no other way. No choice. Yes. I see. Goodbye."

And with that, Ralph returned to his chore at hand. He looked them all over, poked and prodded, took blood and urine samples. He also did rectal exams, which the boys protested loudly, and took cultures therein as well. When he was done, the three of them were more than ready to leave. They were heading for their clothes when Ralph came in and stopped them.

"Don't bother. I have to wait on the results of one particular test. Go in there with Tyler in the Infirmary and pick a bed, any bed. You're going to be here for a couple more hours. I'll call the floor monitors as well. Now, what I need to know is who ass-raped Tyler?"

The question hit them all like a bomb.

Hell, it was more like who did what to whom and how and how many times!

They all stared at Ralph, and finally Steven said, "Tyler told us Joel did it. He's in the adjacent room, him and Skyler and someone else and that freaky little guy who's scared of everything!"

Ralph nodded. "Very well then. Hit the beds, boys, I'll be back. And MIND, I'm watching!"

They did as they were told.

While Ralph was on the phone, Pat put forth the statement, "You know Skyler and his room were quarantined about a month ago for something. You think maybe Doc thinks we got that?"

They all looked at each other. "Man, they were sick bad. They almost got kicked out over it, sent home, I mean, they were so sick they couldn't do the work!"

"But they got over it, didn't they?"

"What if they didn't, and Joel spread it?"

"Spread what?"

"How the fuck do I know, dumb ass? Whatever they had!"

Ralph called the floor monitor as he watched his charges. They were arguing, but that was fine. The recorders were on in the Infirmary, and he needed data. He was taking a chance on the statement that Joel had violated Tyler, infecting him, but he needed more proof. He also needed the original gang of four watched. The monitor's phone rang and rang, but no one answered. He soon found out why.

Suddenly his door burst open and the dorm monitor came in carrying Joel in his arms. The boy was unconscious, or semi-conscious, and had a dumb grin on his face. Drool ran from the corners of his mouth, and he was naked as well. His reddened penis gave mute testimony as to what he had been doing. Right behind them came Damon and Skyler who were carrying Nick.

The smaller boy was shaking badly, but he had that same stupid grin on his face and his pupils were very nearly totally dilated. He was naked as well, and Ralph ordered them all to the exam room. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" he bellowed, "What the hell happened here?"

Skyler and Damon looked down at the floor, each dressed in T-shirts and boxers. Skyler spoke first. "We came back from soccer practice, and well, we took a shower. Joel had a hard-on, an erection I mean, and he..."

Damon interrupted, "But we didn't! We haven't! Not since the shots! Not once! Honest!"

"But Joel," Skyler went on, "he was really horny and Nick, well Nick was just there at the wrong time. Joel... well... he... he, uh, "

"OUT WITH IT BOY!" Ralph demanded.

Skyler flushed. "He fucked him a good one, sir, and I think Nick liked it."

"MOTHER OF GOD!" Ralph shouted, turning Nick over to inspect his ass. "Yep, sure did. Bloody hell, I need a sample. Put on gloves, boy, you just became a nurse!"

"Why ME?" Skyler asked.

"Because I said so! Damn women are never here when you need them. Get that tray!"

Skyler did as he was told, and when Ralph was finished examining Joel and Nick, he had all eight boys confined in the Infirmary. Much to their consternation, after securing their hands to the bedposts, he left the dorm monitor in charge and went to see the Headmaster personally. He also used his cell phone to call Erik again, who was already on route with Doc - or Mike - as Ralph knew him. He could only imagine the argument that was going on in there.

By the time Erik and Doc arrived, Ralph and the Headmaster were listening to a cacophony of name-calling in the Infirmary. Accusations were flying left and right, and none of the retrained boys were very happy, least of all Skyler. Erik's face was slightly green and Doc was shaking his head.

"It's all YOUR fault!"

"Is not!"

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Well if you weren't a fag..."

"Fuck you, asshole! You liked it!"

"At least I'm not a rapist!"

"He liked it too, and you know it!"

"Plague carrier!"

"Typhoid Mary!"

Had it not been for the restraints, they all agreed, it would have rapidly turned into a free-for-all, with each infected boy trying to beat the other whom he thought had infected HIM and held responsible. After several minutes, however, it became hard to tell who was calling whom what and the noise was unnerving. Each of the boys, unable to get loose from his bed, was struggling and yelling at the top of his lungs. They were all shaking and sweating - all except Nick, of course, who looked as if he could really use a tranquilizer.

"I think I've heard enough," Doc stated, marching into the room with Ralph. Erik and the Headmaster looked at one another. Erik coughed uneasily.

"Ralph and Mike'll fix it," he said reassuringly.

Erik didn't believe him.

"ALRIGHT! ENOUGH!" Ralph shouted as they entered the Infirmary.

The insults continued, until finally the Headmaster stepped in and pulled a whistle from his pocket. He blew it, hard. THAT got their attention. "Used to teach PE, you know, old habit!" He stated jovially. "Now, will you two men of medicine tell me what the hell is going on here? What is all this bru-ha-ha?"

Ralph produced a file folder and so did Doc. "You or me?" Ralph asked.

"Oh be my guest," Doc offered.

Ralph nodded. "Well," he began clinically, "It seems that young Master Skyler here had a small problem with his puberty. The standard treatments didn't agree with him, so he was given an experimental new drug designed by his stepfather's company. Of course, it was under supervision by my esteemed colleague here, but something went wrong. It seems the drug mutated, somehow mixed with the hormonal soup in his teenage body. It's begun to act like a virus, and seems to be replicating itself and also is capable of spreading from one boy to another via sexual contact. The drug acts much like heroin on the brain; only it's only triggered by sexual arousal. Of course, teen age boys have a LOT of that, don't we boys?"

They all looked at him. No one spoke. However, some erections were obvious under the sheets.

"As I was saying," Ralph went on, "It seems, from the tests we've done, that Skyler infected Damon. Somehow the two of them infected their two roomies, who infected someone from across the hall. The other three boys in THAT room became infected, so now we have eight boys here infected with the Libidinol-X drug, as it's known. The complication, however, is what it does."

"You mean it's a drug leftover?" Pat asked.

"Not a real disease?" Steven piped up.

Doc was shaking his head. "No, but the drug itself is staying IN your bodies. It is mutating and bonding to your hormones. The drug hits a hormone, it bonds. It tells your balls to make more. They bond. The long chain molecules of the mutated drug we're finding in your blood tests are amazing. Somehow, it keeps linking with hormones and just getting bigger and more and more effective. The parts of the drug in your brains, acting like heroin does, are what are making the orgasms feel so good. You want more, so you have sex, or jerk off, whatever. You feel intense pleasure. Your brain triggers the release of more endorphins, which calls for more hormones, which makes your balls work harder, which makes you hornier..."

"Vicious circle," Nick whimpered, "and it doesn't clear up?"

Both doctors shook their heads. "Our tests indicate that the drug isn't going away. It's got too much to feed on. We thought the shots of chemical castration would cure it, give it nothing to bond with and replicate upon, but obviously we were wrong. And somehow, every time it spreads, it mutates again in the host boy. The effects come on faster, last longer, and are more intense. Now, we've got records of your grades. They suck, to be honest. AND your reports from PE and the sports classes after school also indicate loss of performance. Tardiness is up, homework not done, etc. From what we're seeing, boys, it comes down to this: you're all so interested in the orgasm, sex, masturbation, whatever you can GET, that you're neglecting everything else. We also had the faculty slip some other tests in on you as well. I'm sure you noticed?"

The boys all agreed. "I thought there was more work this year," Dean offered.

Both doctors nodded. "And you're all sliding," Ralph said, "Too caught up in your own..." but Mike cut him off. "NOT NOW!" he snapped, "This is not time for a lecture on morality."

Erik was still looking green, unable to take his eyes off of his son.

Ralph cleared his throat and went on. "As I was saying, from what we know about the way that drugs like heroin work, and what this mutated drug seems to be doing, combined with your scores and performances of late, it seems that you're all getting - well - not to be rude, but..." Ralph suddenly seemed at a loss for words.

"What my colleague is trying to say, boys," Mike interrupted, "Is that we're seeing a marked decline in your intelligence and your physical prowess overall. The way the drug is acting in your brains to produce the intense pleasure is actually beginning to cause physical damage. We have to cure it, and fast."

The boys all stared at him. "Brain damage?" Skyler choked. Erik groaned.

Mike, or Doc as the boys knew him, nodded.

"How bad, how long?" Damon asked.

"We're estimating about six months to a year to total mental retardation," Doc replied, "And the months leading up to it won't be pleasant. By the time you've reached that point, having an orgasm will be the only thing that matters to you. You'll do anything to have it, and if you can't, you'll probably have wet dreams or spontaneous ejaculations as your body tries to compensate, not to mention the frustration. So, Chastity devices are out."

"I can't believe this," Steven said in a low voice.

Tyler was whimpering, and Nick was beginning to show signs of a full-blown anxiety attack. Ralph quickly moved to sedate him again.

But Doc went on. "And it seems that chemical castration didn't work. The dose, it seems, would have to be so high that you'd be really sick from it as well. Besides, it seems the drug can adapt to it. What we have to have, boys, is almost no testosterone and other hormones in your bodies to starve the drug out. Then it can hammer at you all it wants to, but it'll die off. But as long as there's some hormones for it to feed on, there's no hope of a cure."

They were all looking at him blankly.

"So can you cure it?" Dean asked in a trembling voice.

Doc nodded, but said nothing.

"So what's the cure then?" Joel demanded.

"The cure, my boy," Doc replied dramatically, "Is castration."

Their eyes all went wide. All of them but Nick, who had fallen asleep, began to struggle anew with their restraints. "Dad!" Skyler screamed, "You can't be serious!" Erik looked away, unable to face the near-perfect boy he had only wanted to help. The boy that he loved more than life itself.

What HAVE I done? He groaned inwardly as the boy continued to beg.

"Please, no! You can't do it! You can't just cut our balls off! There has to be another way!"

By then the rest of them had joined in, and the arguments were desperate, if nothing else. None of the seven conscious boys wanted to lose his balls, cure or not.

"I'll risk it!" Joel shouted.

Steven agreed, as did Joel.

Pat and Tyler didn't say much, but Damon had an ever more frightened look on his face.

When the arguments had died down a bit, he spoke. "But, Doc, what's to keep us from getting hormones later on, I mean, if you castrate us? Can't we just get hormones or shots and go right back to being like we were before?"

The other agreed, citing how they didn't understand how castration would cure them.

It was Ralph, however, who answered them unmercifully. "True, boys, castration would only be a temporary cure. Once your balls are gone, it will only be a matter of a month or so before your hormone levels fall to very low levels. You might experience some hot flashes, night sweats, nervousness, depression, BUT - you'd be cured! Impotent, but cured! You'd be free of the urges to pollute yourselves! The drug would die off, certainly, with nothing to feed upon, but who knows? What if, some years down the road, you get HRT? Hormone replacements? What if something unexpected goes wrong and it causes a relapse? We're not kidding here, boys, your very lives are at risk."

Joel spoke up again, straining against his bonds. "I'd rather be dead than castrated!"

"Yea, and what a way to go!" Dean and Steven agreed.

It was only Tyler who voiced any note of agreement. "I just want it to go away," he suddenly broke into tears, "Just make it stop!"

"Tyler, they're talking about cutting your balls off, dude!" Damon reminded him.

"I d-don't c-c-care!" he sobbed, "I just w-wanna go h-h-home!"

"Yea, what a way to go," Skyler added, "a blithering idiot who can't even take care of himself or probably even walk or talk because all he does is whack off? Is that what you want? Turn into a retard and have to be locked up?"

"Well I sure as hell don't want my nuts cut!" Dean exploded.

Doc let them vent for a few moments, then when they had settled down again, he advised them to get ready for a long stay in the Infirmary. None of them were happy about it, but there was nothing that they could do. Tyler had to be sedated as well when the Headmaster informed them all that he had to inform their parents, get consent forms signed for treatment, and go from there. The rest of them had become too angry to speak. Erik glanced at his son's face, a look there he had never seen before, and fled the room as the arguments began to start again.

Doc found Erik later that night in the library, terrorizing his laptop. There were books scattered all over his table, and his cell phone with headset was secured over his ear. It looked like he wasn't making much progress. "Any luck?" Doc asked.

Erik shook his head. "The whole damn lab's on it, but so far, nothing. My God, what HAVE we done? What have I done to my son?"

"We had no idea this would happen, Erik," Doc offered. "We had to do something for him, and judging from the shape that Skyler was in to begin with, he'd have been a eunuch, in function at least, inside of six months anyway - a year at the most."

"But what about the other boys? There are seven other boys in there that have to be castrated in the immediate future or they'll masturbate and/or fuck their way into an early death! What the hell do we tell their parents?" Erik countered.

Doc sighed. "I don't know about you, Erik, but I've always been a bit on the greedy side. I like money. So do a lot of other people. Way back when, 1979 I think, I bought some stock in a piddly little software company. I'm sure you've heard of it. That and I've been very lucky in the stock market in other ventures. Besides, I'm a doctor and cashing in on insurance you know. Hell, circumcisions alone would have put me on easy street. It's very simple. We pay them off. So, how much is a set of balls worth these days?"

Erik's mouth fell open. Doc smiled. "So, you think you'll find anything by tomorrow morning?"

Erik shook his head. "Those poor boys," he whispered.

"Why don't you leave the bribery to Ralph and me and get some rest?" Doc offered, leaving Erik alone with his guilt and Bob on his phone.

The consent forms were amazingly easy to get. In addition to some bribery, Doc had resorted to outright lying. On Damon's form, irreparable damage from a soccer cleat kick to the groin was cited, as the boy wasn't wearing a cup. Of course, Skyler wasn't a problem. Doc had also found that Nick and Patrick and Dean had come from low-income families on scholarships, and their parents were easy to pay off. Steven and Tyler, it was discovered, came from homes with only mothers and sisters and Doc had been amazed at Tyler's mother's reaction in general. Joel had presented them with the only problem, being an oldest son of a rather conservative father. However, his conservatism ended when he found out that his son was willingly engaging in gay sex. The monetary compensation also got his attention, and by the next evening, everything was in place. Doc even made the comment on how much less it had cost them than he had expected. Erik's finances, however, took heavy damage.

The boys had remained in the infirmary that evening and night, as well as most of the next day. It seemed that by the time that Doc and Ralph had gotten around to prepping them for surgery, most of the fight had gone out of them. Erik managed to beg another day out of the doctors, who seemed all too anxious to be about their work. He was also suspicious of the their motives, and after listening to Ralph preach about "sins of the flesh" for almost half an hour without pausing, he gave up. Prepping them of course, involved making sure that they had no food for at least twelve hours and no liquids after midnight. The boys hadn't reacted well to that at all, citing starvation. It didn't help. Also, seeing the consent forms of their parents took what little fight they had left in them out of them.

The first round of prepping was, naturally, a thorough colon cleansing. In pairs, each boy was let loose from his bed and taken to the shower room of the infirmary where he was secured to a modified exam table that held him flat on his back and tipped backward at a slight angle. Of course, Ralph and Doc made very sure that none of them were allowed to touch their genitals, securing their hands first. Each one of them went in with a raging erection, but didn't have one when he came out. The enemas consisted of two quarts of hot water, mixed with some drug that Ralph seemed all too happy to use. He called it a "med enema," and cited that he hadn't had to do this in years. Of course, he preached as well while each boy suffered through fifteen minutes of holding the vile mix inside of him.

To facilitate having to clean out eight boys in a row, two at a time was best. As one boy was being secured to the table, the first was already being lubed and having the nozzle inserted into his anus. The nozzle looked like large plug instead of a spout, and poor little Nick very nearly passed out when he saw it. As the first boy was having his colon filled with the vile brew, the next boy was being lubed and such. The only slowdown was detaching the white hose from the plug/nozzle so that the filled boy was unable to expel, and then attaching a new nozzle/plug to the next hose. Of course, since all the boys were already infected, sanitation was a minor issue. A simple rinse of beta dyne was all that was required. By the time the second boy was done filling, the first was allowed to expel. By the time the second boy had expelled, the first was being refilled with saline solution to rinse out the meds. The procedure was repeated, in some cases up to four rinses, and the howls of suffering as the boys' bowels cramped only added to the anxiety of the ones waiting. By the time they had finished with the enema session, Skyler having gone last, the exhaust fans were hardly able to keep up. Erik came in just as his stepson was about to be let loose to expel his last rinse. He saw the bloated belly and the look of suffering on the boy's face and immediately left, unable to face him.

Doc, however, stopped him on the way out. "Erik," he said in a low voice, "We might need some help here. As you know, we don't want this to get out, and well, we've got eight boys to castrate here and there are only two of us. We were thinking about an assembly line approach. Do you think you could help with some of the more simple things like applying bandages, checking IV lines, you know -the easy stuff?"

Erik stared at him. Dumbly, he nodded. What else could he do?

"Let's get started then," Doc stated.

The boys were all put back in their beds, which had been covered to prevent having to move them and to make cleanup easier. Working in tandem, Erik swabbed arms with alcohol so that IV's could be inserted. There were yelps and protests, but all of them seemed to be falling on deaf ears. As Erik moved on to the next boy, Doc would come behind him and start the IV. Ralph would follow along behind checking covers and tape and lines. Satisfied with that, the two men of medicine then broke into the supply cabinet and returned with eight Foley catheters. Once again, Erik moved down the line of eight beds and swabbed while the two doctors inserted and secured the catheters. Most of the boys howled in discomfort as the tubes were slid up their erect penises, some requiring a bit of doing to get inserted and secured. They all lost their cases of priapism, however, once the balloons of the catheters were inflated. When the catheters were all in place, Ralph and Doc began inspecting their tools. Erik paused only long enough to say, "You don't know how sorry I am about this, son," to Skyler. The boy didn't answer. His blank face was fixed on the ceiling.

"What we'll want to do," Ralph said, "Is for me to make the basic incision. That's right after Erik gives them a bit of lidocaine. The syringes are ready to go, by the way. Just stick it in scrotum right under the penis and give it a plunge! Easy as that! Then Mike here will come along and get the testicles exposed and ligatured. By then, I should be back around and ready to make the cuts. Erik, you will be taking and disposing of the hazardous waste here in the incinerator slot. We can't have this spreading any further you know. By the time we get them all castrated, Mike will be going on closing the wounds and you can bandage them up. Got it?"

Again, Erik nodded, feeling sick to his stomach.

The first in line was Nick, who seemed to be almost out of it. Once the initial cuts on the sides of the scrotum were made, he whined a bit but didn't protest. All of the others, with the exception of Skyler, made angry and violent protests but their restraints held them. As each boy's scrotum was opened, Doc came along behind and exposed and ligatured the cords. It seemed that the doctors had had everything ready to go, and this part went very fast. In the course of approximately fifteen minutes, all eight of the boys had their gray-colored and distended testicles exposed. The screams of protest during the cutting and tying were many and great, but again, there was no sympathy. Of course, Ralph couldn't resist another sermon on the evils of sex. Erik began to wonder about the howls of pain, though.

"You sure one shot was enough?" he asked.

"No," Ralph replied as they made ready for the cutting, "but we want them to feel SOMETHING, something to teach them a lesson."

"That's wrong," Erik protested, watching his son squirm and cry, "But please, don't start in again, OK?"

Ralph and Doc grinned evilly, and Erik began to have second and third thoughts. He couldn't think of anything to say or do, however, and watched helplessly as Nick's tied and dying balls were snipped free of his young body and caught in a pan. Erik stared at them, suddenly feeling his own penis begin to harden. He had just watched Nick be castrated, the boy whimpering and suffering, and he was becoming aroused! He felt sick again.

"One down, seven to go," Doc observed.

Several of the remaining eunuch-to-be uttered unflattering oaths.

"Foul mouthed little heathens, aren't they?" Ralph observed.

"You're not the one having you balls cut off!" Steven protested. The others agreed, some to a lesser degree than others, and this resulted in the remaining seven being gagged while Nick was being stitched up and bandaged. The smaller boy was then given a sedative in his IV line, checked again, covered up, and was almost immediately asleep.

As they moved down the line, checking ligatures and snipping testicles, each one of the boys screamed into his gag and fought his restraints. One by one, swollen and discolored testicles fell into the pan that Erik carried, and he soon lost track of which had belonged to whom. His erection, however, didn't falter and this worried him. Skyler was the last in line, and his eyes were pleading.

Very slowly and deliberately, Doc made the first cut. The testicle fell into the pan and Erik's heart skipped a beat. His boy - his almost perfect boy - was being castrated right in front of him and there was nothing that he could do about it.

His eyes fixated on the remaining orb, gray, swollen and looking pitiful. He thought of the children that his boy would never have, wondered how Val would have felt about it, and suddenly felt an explosion of heat in his shorts as his own ejaculate let loose. He very nearly dropped the pan. Skyler sighed and closed his eyes tightly as the cord was severed. He was a eunuch.

It was much later. Erik had since closed his work on Libidinol-X, figuring that it was too late now that all eight boys had been castrated. His head ached, and he had been chronically nauseated ever since seeing and helping his son be castrated. As much as he tried to validate it, he still couldn't. He also couldn't validate the fact that he'd blown a load into his own shorts upon seeing the boy's castration. It made him ill to think about it. He knew that he shouldn't hold Doc totally responsible, but with his life now in shambles - to say nothing of the fact that it had been a week and Skyler wouldn't speak to him - he was simply lost. The lecture that Ralph had given the boys the day after the castration hadn't done much for his nerves either. He recalled it in stark clarity, his skin breaking out in goose bumps each time.

"Alright, gentlemen, here's the deal. You've all been castrated, which will eliminate the production of most of the testosterone in your bodies. You're going to ache for a while as you heal up. That's normal. We're not totally evil though. You'll have pain pills and be taken care of here in the Infirmary for a week. Then the stitches come out. Then you get to stay another week for observations. No one's going to find out about this, and we'll cover it up here. How you explain your gelded state in public showers though is up to you. I'd advise showering in your rooms from now on if you can. You might notice some weakness, maybe a few night sweats and hot flashes in a few weeks, but that will pass. You should also notice, hopefully, a decrease in sexual desire and increase in erectile difficulty - which WAS the general idea. Hopefully, once all of the hormones wash out of your systems the drug will dissipate and die off. You'll get used to it, and once you're clear of the drug - when the tests confirm it's all gone - you can get HRT and get on with your lives. You'll then resume and proceed through puberty as normal, the only difference being that you won't be able to have children."

Skyler, Erik recalled, had begun to cry. "HRT made me sick," he moaned, "That's why I got the drug to start with."

"That IS going to be a problem," Doc agreed, "But we'll think of something."

"One other thing," Ralph advised, "If any of you even think about masturbating or trying anything sexual, let me leave you with this thought - you DO still have penises. There is STILL hormone flow in your bodies. No doubt you'll have the drive still, at least for a few weeks, maybe a month. From what I read, erection is still possible after castration; desire is not always 100% destroyed. Orgasms take longer to reach and feel different, and the ejaculate fluid is different. However, if you do it before you're 'clean,' so to say, of the drug, the side effects will still be the same. You still risk infecting others and you still risk brain damage. DON'T do it! Do any of you want to subject other boys to what you all just went through?"

"No," they all mumbled eventually, looking pathetic.

"Anyone caught doing it will be subjected to a penectomy as a final cure. I mean NO orgasms until you test clean! You know what that means?" Ralph added threateningly.

"You'll cut his dick off too," Nick moaned, tears welling up in his eyes.

There were sighs and some mumbled comments from the other boys, but no one really said much. The daily ritual of bandage changing and wound cleansing had taken a great deal of it out of them. The withdrawals from the endorphin rushes triggered by the drug were rough as well, and it soon began to remind them all of a heroin treatment center. The boys stopped eating, had the shakes, woke up screaming, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. By the end of the first week, they were all basket cases. Erik filed for his little remaining vacation time to help tend to them all and to help Doc with the cover-up.

There was a great deal of shaking and vomiting and moaning and groaning that week, but they all survived it. Three weeks slowly passed with the boys still bedridden and doing nothing much other than schoolwork. They were trying to salvage their academic careers, but in light of their illness, the Headmaster was most understanding. His visits became frequent, and often he stayed to tutor. Over the course of a month and a half, the boys slowly began to catch up, but their marks were not as high as they had been before the whole thing had started. They tried to write this off to distraction due to withdrawals from testosterone and Lib-X, but things didn't look good. It appeared that damage, some at least, had been done to most of them. Blood was also taken twice a week, as well as urine samples. The amount of Lib-X in their systems seemed to be falling and things were looking up until they were finally cleared to go back to their rooms.

It was Tyler who blew it.

Four weeks after having his testicles cut off, Tyler was showering alone late one night and as his hand passed over his scar, which still itched a bit and felt SO strange, he began to get hard. His last blood test had proven that he was almost clean, and while he had erections as usual, THAT week had shown a marked decrease in them. To help themselves out, the boys had all begun showering one at a time, and fast. They immersed themselves in schoolwork, and tried to get back into physical shape. Each day they worked out or practiced soccer for next season until they were ready to drop over. Many a night, more than half of them would go facedown in a book at his desk.

Of course, unbeknownst to them, Erik, Doc and Ralph - as well as the Headmaster, were taking turns spying on them at night to make sure that nothing was going on. Checks were done in shifts every half hour, and since Erik couldn't sleep much anyway he did most of it. Skyler still hadn't spoken more than any two-word replies to him about anything, and the silence and cold looks were killing him.

Tyler, unfortunately, had the gift of timing. It was very late, but the first check had not happened yet. It was Ralph's shift, but an emergency had waylaid him the Infirmary. Some boy had gone running back to his room, late, and tripped up the stairs, breaking his shinbone. As Ralph worked on that, Tyler was rinsing off and his erect penis was tempting him. He started at it as the soap ran off of him, enjoying the feel of the cool water. He'd been so hot all the time lately, and this was the first erection he'd had in days. He wanted to jerk off so bad, because he knew it would feel so good... but he also knew he shouldn't. He didn't know what would happen if he did, physically, but he knew that SOMETHING MIGHT and that the Doctors would find out. And when they did, they'd cut his dick off for sure, leaving him with NOTHING between his legs at all!

The water ran cool as Ralph set the boy's leg bone, too far away and too late to know that Tyler had taken his small penis in hand and begun soaping it. His hand slid up and down the short shaft, and the sensations of pleasure came faster than usual. He used his free hand to shut off the hot water, using cold only, realizing what he was doing. He felt as if someone else was doing it and he was watching. "It's not ME," he thought aloud, "I can't jack off! I won't!" But his hand didn't stop moving. Minutes clicked by. His small penis softened and rehardened. He continued to stroke it, pressing the finger of his free hand against his own anus. "I can't," he groaned, trying to be quiet, and wondering why he didn't scream for someone to help him stop. He knew what would happen.

And he suddenly didn't care.

He was sweating despite the cold water as he slid a soapy finger into himself. He stretched it and tried hard until he found the right spot to stimulate his prostate, and he began. He moaned softly. It had been so long, and he was finding that stroking his penis as usual just wasn't going to make him cum like it had before... before... when he'd had his balls. Before... before he'd gotten infected with that damn drug remnant. He thought of Skyler and Damon, the other boys from the other room, Joel especially, and as he worked at himself, shaking and groaning, he felt the pressure begin to build up inside of him.

It seemed to build forever, and his actions became more violent. He felt the climax approaching, but then it seemed to stall out and just wait, driving him mad with anticipation. The pleasure he felt though, was intense - much more intense than before. His head began to throb, but it wasn't in pain. It wasn't a headache. Suddenly, he sneezed. He didn't see the blood spray out of his nose as he continued his heated motions, desperately trying to orgasm.

Finally, it hit him.

Tyler fell to the shower floor, cold water spilling over him, with a loud cry of ecstasy. Blood dripped steadily from his nose, and the veins in his temples pulsed. Still, his hands moved faster, his empty scrotum shrinking up to nothing at all under his small but still erect penis. The first blast, longer and weaker somehow, seemed to stretch out for eternity. He felt the hot fluid trying to get out of his penis, but it was slow - much too slow. Then the second wave hit him. He opened his eyes, gasped as he saw the blood, and watched the pitifully small amount of seminal fluid, free of sperm now and mostly clear and runny, rinse down the drain. He screamed louder as the third shot came at him, but there was no shooting. There was nothing TO shoot - just the tremendous surge of pleasure as he screamed again...

Of course, he very nearly awoke the dead, so to speak. All seven of his comrades came running, bursting in through opposite doors of the communal bathroom. They had all taken to wearing pajamas of late, in an effort to reduce temptation. None of them said a word as they took in the sight of the semi-conscious and twitching naked boy on the floor. Joel reached over and shut the water off. Skyler handed him a large towel, and together they all wordlessly got Tyler bundled up and set off with him to find Ralph and Doc. They knew what was going to happen.

They found the Doctors tucking in a boy that they knew from soccer, into a bed in the Infirmary. It appeared that his lower leg was broken, and that he was pretty doped up. Damon and Joel entered first with Skyler helping them to carry the insensate form of Tyler, who was still damp and wrapped in the towel. "Excuse us, sirs," Steven spoke up, "But we have a problem here," Nick interrupted, shakily helping himself to the usual little red pill and crawling into a bed. They watched as he pulled the covers over his head.

"Do help yourself, there, Nicholas," Ralph mused, smiling, used to the high-strung boy's moods and needs. "Well we know gelding didn't settle him down much. Hoped it would. Can't win 'em all I guess. What's wrong?" he asked in a low tone, "Fight?"

They all shook their heads. Tyler was now quite still, but there was a dumb grin on his face. Doc stepped over and pulled the towel back, motioning for them to put him on a bed. When he was flat on his back, and the rest of the boys seated nearby, Doc reached down and squeezed Tyler's red and sore looking penis. He shook his head as a near-clear drop of fluid came out. "Shit!" he uttered.

Ralph shook his head in disgust. "Poor little sinner," he mumbled.

"Boys, did he? Did you see him?" Doc asked.

They nodded. "We heard him. Man, it must have blown his mind, the way he screamed!" Pat said. Dean agreed, adding more details. Soon, they were all chattering as the Doctors looked on in awe. No erections were evident through the assorted pajamas, which ranged in styles from Scooby Doo to tasteless plaid to something in hideous tie-dye. Ralph and Doc were staring at each other, then back at the boys. Suddenly Doc laughed and slapped his knee. They all shut up, staring at him. He was laughing and pointing, as if something were very very funny.

"Caught 'em all yet, Nick?" he wheezed, gesturing at the bed where Nick was still hiding. His leg was exposed though, revealing his bright yellow Pokemon PJ's, Pikachu in particular. "My six year old grandson loves that stuff!"

Nick pulled his leg in and sighed. "My Auntie is 40 and collects Barbie-eeee," he retorted, his speech beginning to slur as the tranquilizer hit him.

"Yea, but she don't wear 'Barbie' under-roos, I bet!" Joel teased, but the small-built Nick had passed out.

When the Doctors and boys alike recovered themselves, their tone turned somber. "Boys, you now know what's going to happen to Tyler?" Ralph asked.

They all looked at him as Doc began to dry him off the rest of the way and tucked him into bed. He tended to the bloody nose as well. He also prudently secured his hands in restraints. The boys all nodded, their hands covering their recently modified genitals. "Poor Tyler," Dean whispered. They all murmured agreement.

"He knew though," Damon added, "He knew but he did it anyway."

"You can blame that on the endorphinal addiction, I guess," Doc replied, "But it's got to be done. He's proven he's weak, and he'll only harm himself more. You're all not totally free of it yet, and who knows what this one did to him?"

"He WAS a screaming idiot," Pat added, and the rest of them agreed.

They all asked if they could spend the night in the Infirmary with someone to watch them, and about then Erik showed up. His face was drawn and his eyes haunted. His eyes took in the scene before him, and he stopped in his tracks. "Which one?" he asked in a sick voice.

"Tyler!" Skyler cried, jumping up from his seat on the bed near the unconscious boy and running to the only father he had ever known. He literally threw himself into Erik's waiting arms and then fell apart, his chest heaving as he finally broke down. Erik moved them over to an unoccupied bed near the door and sat down, with Skyler still clinging to him and sobbing as if his heart were breaking. A great weight seemed to fall off of Erik's shoulders as he held the boy that he loved as if he were his own blood. It had been over a month of nothing but "yea" and "so" or "yes" or "no" replies. Every attempt at conversation and apology had failed. He smoothed the boy's rumpled PJ top, wondering why he had chosen such a horrible mix of colors, and patted his back. Slowly, he began to rock him back and forth. No one said a thing.

"I'm so sorry, son," he whispered in the boy's ear, pulling him closer and kissing him just the lobe, as he had done so often when Skyler had been little. Always before it had sent the boy into helpless fits of laughter and squirming. This time, it seemed to calm him a bit.

"Its all m-my f-f-fault!" he choked out, "M-me and my b-bad b-b-balls!"

Erik was stunned. Doc's mouth was agape, and Ralph was moving towards them with a syringe. Skyler flinched as Ralph sedated him, and Erik held him until he was still.

"The guilt that boy must have been carrying all this time," Doc mused.

"It's not his fault, guys, it's MINE," Erik said to them all.

But no one replied. Instead, they all looked at Tyler.

After a restless night in the Infirmary, the boys were allowed to sleep in. Ralph called in to get them excused from classes, and Erik delivered their homework. They all watched in silence as Doc and Ralph roused Tyler last. The boy had a dumb grin on his face as he came to, and he slurred in a thick and squeaky voice, "H-how'd uh git hee-uh-r?" He also had an erection. Then he tried to move his bound hands. His eyes went wide and he jerked at the restraints. He began shaking his head, a bit of drool running from the corner of his mouth. "No! No! No!" he screamed, struggling and thrashing his legs. "N-not my p-peen-penisssssssss! I won' do it n-no muh-or-uh!" he screamed, his words slurred and sloppy sounding.

"Memory function's fine," Ralph nodded.

"Speech centers took some damage," Doc noted clinically.

But the boys were all staring at him in horror. The reality of what orgasms could and WOULD now do to them was very real, and staring them all in the faces. Despite the lower levels of the drug since castration, Tyler's body had literally cum so hard and released so much pleasure-inducing chemical that it had burnt parts of itself out. They continued to thrash and howl, as one by one they all moved closer to each other. Soon, they were clinging to each other and shaking, all but Skyler, who maintained a firm grip on his father. "Please don't make me watch," he begged, burying his face in Erik's shoulder, "Don't make me watch them cut it off!"

Erik's cell phone rang. Skyler jumped. Erik shut if off.

Ralph and Doc, however, were moving to the cabinet, gathering up what they'd need as Tyler howled in frustration. His erection was poking at the seam of his PJ bottom's fly, and when it peeked out, the boys all stared. The small head was still redder than normal, and there was precum oozing out of it. Tyler looked at his own member in shock, realizing that it wasn't going to be there much longer. His wide eyes darted this way and that, and when he saw the Doctors approaching him with the tray of tools, his erection died. He wet himself.

The boys all watched as the Doctors slid a pad under him and stripped him. They secured him back to the bed, and Ralph placed a ball gag in his mouth. Erik's eyebrows raised. "Contingencies, you know," Ralph offered. Erik smirked.

Doc, his hands gloved and a mask now on his face, was lubing up a Foley catheter. Tyler's eyes followed him, his screams muffled by the odd gag. They all watched as Doc swabbed his penis with beta dyne, then slid the tube up into him and set it. They all clenched their legs together and groaned in memory of their own castrations, their eyes inexplicably drawn to Tyler's shrunken and almost negligible scrotum. When the tube was in place and connected to a collection bottle.

Ralph injected Tyler's penis liberally with lidocaine. "I hope you had a really good orgasm, Tyler, because that's the last one you ever get!"

Tyler sobbed, tears running down his face. He went limp, knowing he couldn't escape.

Very slowly, Ralph washed up and came back ready to do impromptu surgery. He gave the lidocaine a few more minutes, which seemed like hours. Then Doc handed him the scalpel, and Ralph reached down as they all stared, mouths agape. Tyler was one of those males who, while cathetered, couldn't get erect. His penis had gone small and looked helpless in Ralph's grasp. The Doctor stretched it down the tube as far as he could, then deliberately sank the blade into the base at an angle. Tyler jerked and screamed again, the gag keeping it muffled. The boys all stared in fascination, leaning in, knowing that it could just have well been any of them.

Ralph moved the blade down deeper and around the tube, careful not to nick it. Doc mopped up the blood, which was copious. After what seemed like forever, Ralph said, "OK, Mike, give it a soft tug and slide it off!"

Mike did that. Tyler's little penis slid down the tube and away from his almost hairless crotch as Ralph applied astringents to get the bleeding under control. He then made a small slit in the top of the remains of Tyler's scrotum and cut again. "I don't want any core left in there," he stated, as Doc intentionally took his time in splitting Tyler's severed penis down the center as the boys all watched in terror. He held it up, looked it over, applied some surgical glue and pressed it back together. He then deposited it in a specimen jar marked "Lib-X, Tyler, cured." He sealed the lid and placed it on a shelf as Ralph continued to work on Tyler, who had passed out from shock. "IV, Mike," he asked politely, "and a pint of O if you don't mind."

It took Ralph several minutes to decore the boy's groin and to relocate his urethra nearer to his anus. When it was all done and stitched/glued up, Tyler had a neat line running from where his penis used to be down to what was once his scrotum that now served as a skin graft. The catheter came out of him just a few centimeters above his anus, and the boys looked on in wonder, their breathing heavy. Finally, Nick began to cry and shake, and Damon pulled him close and wrapped a blanket around him. "Take it easy, Ash," he joked.

"F-fuck you!" Nick replied, still clinging to him. "That c-could have been me or you, y-you know!"

"Language!" Ralph snapped at them, "such talk! Now, who's next?"

They all flinched back. "But we didn't!" "We won't!" "Not ever!" and other assorted promises and cries they all made quickly, hands over their own crotches and faces pale.

Ralph laughed. "I'm sure you won't, boys. Just remember, the cure is castration. The prevention is penectomy!"

"But what if?" Pat asked.

"Yea, what if we DO get horny and give in?" Dean asked.

"I don't want to," Joel added, "But what if we can't help it? You said castration didn't always 100% kill off the urges!"

The doctors nodded, finishing the clean up and bandaging Tyler's newly redecorated crotch. When the new full-nullo eunuch was all tucked in and secured, they thought for a moment. "Other than being careful, and being watched," Doc began, "There are options."

"You just saw ONE," Ralph stated coldly.

They all shook their heads.

"Chastity belts for boys are another."

"There are also drugs to bring on impotence intentionally, like the chemical castration that failed you once before," Ralph suggested, "That might work now that the Lib-X is in remission."

They all nodded, rolling up pant-legs to expose enough thigh for a shot. Mike and Ralph laughed, and prepared some needles. They also prescribed small doses of anti-depressants, and advised the boys to report ANY and ALL unusual effects. "Team work is the most important thing, though boys," Ralph added, "To keep each other free from the evils of..." and he promptly launched into another sermon, which this time, did NOT fall upon deaf ears.

Skyler held tight to his father, and whispered, as Ralph waxed philosophical, "Dad, I need to talk to you about this. I feel so bad for Tyler and the others!"

"But what about YOU?" Erik asked.

Skyler thought for a moment. "I'm no different now than how I would have been if this drug thing had never happened. I didn't really loose anything did I?"

Erik thought about it, but Skyler spoke up again. "Poor Tyler sure did."

Erik laughed, just a bit. "That was not YOUR fault. He did it to himself. He'll just have to adapt to being asexual. But, technically, yes, you did lose something - two somethings but if they didn't' work right.... never mind. We'll talk about it later. I love you."

Skyler smiled, and Erik realized that it had been a month since he had seen it.

"I love you too, dad," he replied.

EPILOGUE

Later that week, Erik's cell phone rang again. It was Bob.

"Good God, man, what HAVE you been up to? I've been calling all day long!"

Erik smirked and winked at his son, who sat on the floor of the dorm room tying his shoes for soccer practice. His eyes sparkled and the new braces on his teeth shone as the sun spilled through the window on him. For a moment, Erik thought of Divine Intervention as the shaft of perfect light illuminated his boy before him.

"You wouldn't believe me," he answered. Then he sighed. "I suppose we're broke?"

"BROKE! Hell NO, we're RICH! Rich beyond the dreams of Avarice! My God, Erik, we did it! Our team, your idea for Libidinol-X! We are IT, dude! Our stock has split three times today and is going for ten times what it was last week!"

Erik was confused as Skyler quietly and politely got up and kissed his father's cheek and left the room with soccer ball in hand. 'No more itchy cups, at least,' Erik thought to himself. Then he spoke back to Bob. "Rich? How? Lib-X was a failure!"

"You've been out of the loop, Erik. How's the boy, by the way, fine I hope? Anyway, remember old Tom? Heart attack Tom whose wife ran off with the insurance dough? Well, turns out that this Lib-X thing infected her TOO! BUT she's a woman, right? Right! Of course. Well, turns out she was hiding a secret! I got it from the medical plan people - you know Brenda in accounts payable? Me and her were..."

"Just get to IT!" Erik demanded, his heart pounding.

"Right. Well turns out, Tom's wife had ovarian cancer. Advanced stages. Note I say HAD it. Not anymore. She had six months - tops - left when Tom kicked off. Well, she goes to the doc the other day and guess what? Total remission! They were amazed and did every test they could think of. She's got traces of Lib-X in her system, alright, but get this - the Lib-X bonded with the female hormones too, and it mutated somehow! Anyway, Erik, my man! You've designed the world's first female cancer chasing bomb! WE ARE SET FOR LIFE!"

End