The Team 4 and 5

Stripped For Florida: The Team 4 and 5

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THE TEAM

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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DAY FOUR

The boys woke up in a mess of dried sperm, grass stains, leaves plastered on their bodies and a vague memory of coming to bed very, very late. After using the toilet and showering the boys wandered into the cafe wondering what time it was. Natasha, Melissa, Sean and Marco were playing cards but stopped when the boys came in and broke into applause.

Mark blinked. "Huh?"

"It's 11 a.m." said Sean.

"Really?" asked Evan. "I guess we were up later than I thought."

"It's okay," soothed Melissa, "We're just giving you guys a hard time."

"Speaking of hard . . . " began Marco.

"All in good time," interrupted Sean.

Marco got up and started preparing food. The boys ended up being fed a delicious brunch. Sean put two tall glasses of water on the counter and two sets of three pills each. "Boys, we're going to be doing a series of medical tests today and tomorrow. Checking on your body mass index, muscle tone, blood pressure, heart rate, and some other indicators. I need you to take these pills and stay really well hydrated."

The boys took the pills, drank up and swallowed.

"We'll skip the morning exercises today," explained Marco. "We'll give you each a good rub down, do five quick laps around the track and then start in on some of the testing."

The massage turned out to be thoroughly enjoyable. Each of the four young staff members took the boys in turn, turning every muscle, tendon and nerve ending into sensuous pleasure. Marco took Mark's dick and began stroking it upwards, hand over hand, using plenty of oil and working it into the skin. It felt like gallons of the stuff was soaking up into his pores. Mark began to feel all tingly and aroused. He imagined each molecule of oil vibrating inside his skin, keeping him constantly on edge. He looked over and saw Melissa pulling upwards on Evan's dick, pulling it like taffy into a long sexy erection. Neither boy was brought to climax, but instead kept at the peak of erection.

"Let's take a run," cried Marco, and led the boys outside. They did five fast laps around the track. Mark could feel the blood engorging his penis from deep within his body. He had never been more conscious of the full length of his penis, starting from way inside his pelvis and jutting out from his body. He looked over to see that Evan, too, had a long erection standing straight out from his torso, leading the way as he ran.

After the run the boys each had a quick rinse off and were then led into a room full of medical devices and equipment. Mark noted that both he and Evan still had prominent erections.

Natasha and Marco seemed to be the medically trained staff members, as they now took over operations. The boys were listened to, prodded, blood samples taken, blood pressure measured, and so on. These were all more or less standard procedures the boys hand endured at pediatrician visits for years. But there were stranger and more exotic protocols as well. When Marco attached a rubber tube around the full length of Mark's penis and inflated it the way he had the blood pressure cuff, Mark started to laugh.

"What's that supposed to be for?" he asked.

"Measuring the pressure of the blood in your penis, young man," replied Marco.

A ring was placed at the base of his penis, then a ring around his balls and penis, and other measurements taken.

Part way through the exam Sean brought another pitcher of water and more pills to be swallowed.

Following the procedures Marco had the boys do a full workout on the exercise equipment. Dinner was served and everyone played games until bedtime. This whole time both boys remained erect. Tired as they were from their late hours the night before, the boys couldn't restrain themselves from having more sex. They were pleasantly surprised to find the bed completely made up with a fresh sheet and newly laundered pillows. Even the floor was completely clean. A new bowl stood by the bed with a full bottle of oil.

Mark grinned. "Guess they know what we're up to!"

"Not hard to guess," agreed Evan.

The moon was near full and the boys decided to keep the bed clean and enjoy the outdoors. They took the bowl and bottle of oil and wandered down to the edge of the pond and took turns fucking each other in the moonlight. The air was fresh and it was nearly as bright as day, but with a silver clarity rather than the full yellow heat of Florida sunlight. The boys woke in the wee hours of the morning, shivering and wet in the dew. They brought themselves inside and took a long hot shower to warm up before going back to bed.

DAY FIVE

Evan woke first. As he looked at his sleeping partner he pondered over the changes in his life in just a few days. It felt like weeks since he'd last been in school. When he left he'd been wrapped up in football strategy, hanging out with his team mates, and trying to get a date with this hot girl he'd just met. He knew Mark, of course, because their dads were buddies, but he'd never spent much time with him. Now he was fucking him and getting fucked -- they'd done it like three times apiece last night under the moon in the open air. He'd always been in good shape, being an athlete and all, but he could sense that Marco was working his body into a much more toned and buffed state than ever before. And there was the open nudity -- he wasn't a shy sort of guy. He was comfortable in the locker room, goofing off with his team mates, taking showers, walking around in the buff. At home his family was casual enough, but they weren't out and out nudists. As for sex, he'd started relatively early -- he guessed -- and was popular with girls. His father, and through him his mother, was aware of the fact that he was sexually active, although he'd never had a steady girlfriend. He guessed that his ease with having sex with Mark was just part of his own general comfort with his body and sex. There was more to it -- he actually like Mark a lot -- but Evan decided not to delve into those thoughts too much.

He looked down at Mark's sleeping form again. He's an awfully sweet guy, though. Too bad people are so hard on him at school. It's really stupid. If anyone dares to taunt him or threatens to rough him up I'm going to do something about it this time, Evan promised himself.

Mark opened his eyes, as if on cue, and gave Evan such a bright and beautiful smile that Evan shocked himself with the words that came out of his mouth, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you Evan!" cried Mark, sitting up and giving his friend a big hug.

"Let's see what's in store for us today," said Evan, getting up off the bed.

"Okay, but let me take a two minute rinse off first," replied Mark, walking over to the shower. "God, I'm still hard. I can't believe this!"

"Yeah, me too. I figured it was just because we got so sexed up last night."

"Maybe," responded Mark, doubtfully.

Breakfast was again followed by a dose of pills to be swigged down with lots of water. More medical tests followed, especially the ones involving blood pressure, heart rate, and lots of the special penis and testicle tests.

Another set of pills was brought in on a tray and the boys were asked to drink two tall glasses of water apiece. They took a break before lunch to run laps with Marco outside. It was hot and the sun was beating down. "That's why you have to stay hydrated," explained Marco. "Florida sun, very strong!"

Lunch was excellent, but they were given another set of pills. By two o'clock Mark could feel that his erection was noticeably different. It was no longer jutting straight out from his body, but standing nearly straight up. It felt thicker and more engorged, as if the blood were straining to fill a too-tight balloon. He could almost see it quivering with tension.

As they finished eating Sean made an announcement. "This afternoon we have a special surprise for you. We're going to take you into our showroom and let you make your own selections. No, no need for questions -- it will all be clear as soon as we get there." The boys looked at Sean and one another curiously. Hoping to get a few moments alone to talk with Evan, Mark asked, "I'm feeling hot, can I just take another shower before we see the surprise? You could take one with me," he said, looking over at Evan.

"I don't really . . . " began Evan, then seeing the look on Mark's face he added, "uh, yeah, I think that would be nice."

"That's fine," answered Sean, "just don't take more than an hour," he added jokingly.

Under the downpour of water from the supersized showerhead Mark confided in Evan. "I think I know what's happening. Look at us." He gestured at their huge erections. "This is what they do to boys who get stripped. They put them on those pills and keep them hard. We're getting stripped."

"I hadn't thought of that. I mean, we've been at the spa this whole week and naked and sexed up all the time, so I sort of forgot about the regular world. But, you're right. That's why we're so hard. It's all those pills. Come to think of it, if that's what we're on it's way more pills than a regular dose, from what I hear."

"But Evan, I can't go back to school stripped. It's already hell. What am I supposed to do. Hey, here's the fag, new and improved. Look at me now, I'm naked and hard all the time -- doesn't that make you all love me?"

"I made a decision this morning, Mark, while you were sleeping. I'm not letting anyone do this to you anymore."

"That's really sweet. I can't tell you how much it means to me. But, you're my friend, not my protector. You can't be everywhere at once and I don't want a bodyguard 24/7. I just want to be normal."

"I don't know how this is going to work exactly, but I know that I'm going to stand up for you publicly. And I want you to stand up and be proud of who you are, too! You deserve way better than what you've been getting. Hell, you should be able to walk down those hallways proud of your body, your sexuality, yourself. You should be able to flirt with boys, ask someone out on a date, go to a party -- just like I do with girls."

Mark looked down. He realized he had a real friend, someone who was telling him all the things he'd always longed to hear. But, Evan's words also reminded him that his friend was still straight, still liked girls, would be asking them out to parties, having sex with them . . . of course. How could he ask his friend to be anything other than who he was, just as Mark was who he was.

"Yeah, thank you, it's really good to have a friend."

The two boys hugged under the cascading water, then turned off the taps and walked dripping wet back into the main room.

"Can we take them into the showroom all wet like this?" asked Sean.

"I don't think it will be a problem, but let me run a comb through that gorgeous hair." Natasha laughed. Evan's blond hair was nearly invisible, but as Natasha ran a hand over his scalp she could feel the strands standing straight up, coming in absolutely uniformly after the complete shave he'd undergone. Mark's darker hair was similarly uniform, although a lot more visible.

"Right this way, boys." Sean bowed low and swept his hand in front of him to usher the boys forward. They walked down the corridor, past their bedroom and another door that must have been Sean's room. At the end was a door they had never been through. Natasha opened the door and the boys went through. They stood in what looked like a very highend jewelry store. The walls were of black marble with thin white veining, very small pinpricks of bright light shone down from recessed ceiling fixtures onto display units arranged in a semicircle across the room. Deep burgundy carpeting covered the floor. Silver, gold, gems and crystals shone in the beams of light, almost blinding the eyes with their intensity. On either side of the display cases were life size human models -- a very realistic looking male on one side, and female on the other.

"Welcome to our gallery. This is the showroom for some very exclusive products typically reserved for our most high end clients. As a special surprise, and thanks to your families, we're fortunate enough to be able to share some of what we have available and help you make some selections."

Mark looked around, still dazed. Evan stepped forward and scanned the array of items on one of the display units.

"Man, I don't even know what these things are! They're not earrings, I can tell you that much!"

Mark walked over and joined his friend, their bare hips touching. He could feel the front edge of his erect penis brush against the black velvet of the display case. "You're right -- I have no idea!"

"I'm sure I can dispel some of the mystery," said Melissa, "but we do want to focus on your choices, not the full array of what's here. But, just to give you an idea, the case you're looking at is full of special jewelry for girls, clit rings, labia piercing rings and bars, vibrating balls that can be popped into the vagina, nipple clamps, chains of various types, you get the idea."

Mark and Evan nodded, amazed and a little uncomfortable.

"Over here," continued Melissa, walking over to the next case, "are piercing rings and bars for boys, anal plugs and vibrators, anal beads, cock rings, nipple rings and clamps, and so on."

"I had no idea," commented Evan. "What are thes?" he asked, pointing to long slender silver rods with a ring apparatus at the end.

"Oh, those are inserted into your urethra, with the ring fitting around the head of your penis."

"Huh?"

"I'll explain," intervened Sean. "These are designed for an erect penis -- you can see how long they are -- the rod is inserted here at the tip," he lifted his own penis and pointed to the pee hole, "and believe it or not the rod slides all the way down the urethra, the channel through which you pee. It's hollow, see, so you can still pee normally as well as ejaculate. The ring fits around the hood here. You can also be pierced through the tip of your penis and the ring passed through the piercing. If it is soldered shut then the whole thing is permanently attached."

"Oh, man," exclaimed Mark. "Wow! I hope you're not expecting us to do that?"

"No, no, we have lots of other goodies -- whatever suits your tastes."

"There are a couple of requirements," interjected Melissa, "but nothing too extreme."

"We'll use our friendly model over here to show you some possibilities; Natasha, would you like to do the honors?"

"Glad to!"

Natasha walked over to the male mannequin and began making some adjustments. "Mark, would you join me up here for a moment? Thank you. This is a state of the art mannequin. As you'll see it is made of a very life-like neopryne substance. What's more, we can adjust the skin tone to approximate yours -- or mine," she added with a smile, "and as you'll see, it has other special features." Natasha picked up a remote control from the nearby display unit and began punching the keys. After a moment she asked Mark to put his arm up against the mannequine. She made a couple more adjustments and the skin tone did indeed look very similar to Mark's. "You've tanned up a lot while you were here. You're looking gorgeous." Mark blushed a little and walked back over to the rest of the group.

"Let me show you a few items, and then perhaps you'll have some ideas of your own," proceeded Natasha. "Simple stuff -- let's put some ear studs on this guy. We'll start with plain gold. I'll slide a penis ring down his cock. Gold, to match. Let's see, he's looking a little slack." Natasha punched more keys and the mannequine's penis began to rise, finishing up with a nice erect cock. "Hmmm, not quite long enough. Let's make a few more adjustments." The cock grew longer and stopped. "Nice! And, we also offer micro-filament gold and platinum skin implant tattooing. This technology actually embeds inert metals into the sub-layer of your skin, providing permanent and easy to care for tattoos. We use platinum, because unlike silver it does not tarnish. I'm just going to select a random design to show you how it looks, but we have albums full of possibilities. You can even sketch your own design. The mannequine is great for this because you can preview exactly how any design is going to look on the body."

Mark stood silently, wondering what he was supposed to be doing.

"Well," prodded Natasha, "now it's your turn."

"I'll help," offered Sean. "Let's take a look around. It's fun!" Sean took Mark's hand and walked him around to one of the cases. "Ever wanted to try earrings? These are great, everything from simple and elegant to completely over the top. Take your time. There's an awful lot to choose from!"

Meanwhile, Melissa and Marco started showing Evan around. "These are penis rings. There are two types, the kind that go all the way behind your balls and around your penis, and the other that fits nice and snug at the base of your cock. We only use the most advanced technology with built-in ball bearings along the inner surface, so the ring always adjusts to your size. That's convenient for when you're not fully hard because it means the ring doesn't slip, but what's really important is that there's room to expand when you're really really hard. Otherwise guys end up in the emergency room! Other than that there are thin rings, thick rings, different metals, ones with filigree and cutouts, patterns, and so on. See what you'd like."

Evan scanned the case, wondering if girls would be impressed by a ring on his dick.

Mark shyly pulled a pair of ruby studs from a display case.

"Very nice choice," admired Sean, "Those are genuine top quality rubies, but cut into tiny little facets. Showy but understated, like you!" Mark grinned shyly.

"Let's take a look at the penis jewelry -- we'd like you to have a ring, but if you're more drawn to the piercing jewelry or the urethra rod--or something else--that's fine as well."

"Um, I think a ring is good," said Mark. He really didn't want anything up inside his penis. After some time examining the case he looked up to find Evan looking at him from the other side.

"I think you're right, what you said in the shower," said Evan.

"Oh, yeah. You think I should ask?"

"I don't know. If you want."

"Okay, let me choose this first." Mark selected a platinum ring with a fine gold band that was designed to fit at the base of the cock. He placed it aside next to the ruby studs. He noticed Evan fingering a two inch wide gold ring with a Celtic knotwork pattern. Mark nodded enthusiastically at him and Evan picked up the ring and headed over to look at the next case.

"Alright, moving right along, let's look at some tattoos," announced Natasha.

"Um, I have a question," said Mark.

"Sure, what's up," asked Natasha.

"We're getting stripped, right? I mean, the pills, all this jewelry -- what's the point otherwise? I just want to know."

"Yes," answered Sean simply. "Your parents, yours and Evan's, have arranged to have you stripped at the end of this week. You are absolutely right."

Mark stood stunned for a minute. He knew it. He'd known it for days. Since he got here, maybe. But hearing the answer in such stark terms was too much. He couldn't go back to school this way. He couldn't go out in the street, to the park, to the store, to anywhere. It wasn't fair. His life was already hell. What were his parents even thinking. Burning tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't want to cry here. He didn't want to risk the comforting words and gestures of people who didn't have to live his life. He turned, pushed past Melissa and ran out the door, down the hallway, groping for the outer door through his blinding tears and ran across the parking lot.

(The End)