The Gift

 The Gift

It was a complex cocktail of drugs—a bit of a miracle really that they could work together like this. The first involved drinking a tall glass of juice with a whole slew of compounds dissolved in it. A little over an hour later, you would be given an injection that would act as a catalyst and trigger. The final touch would come from an anal suppository that would be absorbed over the span of the next few hours. And by taking subsequent suppositories, the entire experience could be stretched over an incredible 72 hours.

Seth was the perfect candidate. He was young, cute, and painfully shy. He would hang around us like an eager puppy, and he was sweet and really likable. You could tell he was attracted to a lot of us. He was one of those guys whose charm came from the fact that he didn’t realize how attractive he was. Some guys know what they’ve got, and they can be real cocky. He was in the other camp. His innocence was as disarming as his smile.

But he lacked self-confidence, and nobody was surprised when he admitted he was a virgin. You could feel the tension emanating from him: he would always hang around us, and there’d be this intense feeling of chemistry. He’d even admitted before that he fantasized about being part of an orgy.

Craig was the one who ran across the drug cocktail. It’s ironic, because he’s not the type to hang around with a bunch of experimental stoners, but nevertheless he found himself in the possession of three series of doses. He had no idea what to do with them until Jake mentioned Seth. He’d made the suggestion as a joke, but as we laughed about it, I think we all realized it all made a weird sense.

Ultimately I was nominated to try and get Seth onboard. I was as close to him as anyone, and because of the large house where I lived. Two of my roommates (Ravi and Travis) had finished the basement into a sort of informal dungeon on a lark. It had only gotten used in a couple of brief three-ways, and it was overdue for a proper sex party. I knew Seth was intrigued by ‘the dungeon’ because he would clumsily bring it up in conversation every now and then.

So that’s how I came to have him over that Thursday. It was Independence Day weekend, so everyone was looking at a four day weekend ahead. I brought him into the kitchen, presented him with a tall glass of juice, and dared him to drink it.

“Smells weird.” He said, wrinkling his nose.

“It’s prune juice. I heard it would mask the taste. Otherwise the stuff can be pretty bitter.”

“And what does it do?”

“Well,” I say, “Let’s say it gets you into the mood. Part of it relaxes you, another part acts as an aphrodisiac, and the last part suppresses inhibitions.”

“And you want me to drink this because…?”

I say pointedly, “Think of this a big gift from all of us. You’ve told us how you’d always wished you could be in a big Caligula-style sex party. Drink this, and this weekend your wish will be granted. People will come over and whichever guys you’re into… well, you’ll be really uninhibited. If you’re not into someone, nobody’s going to get offended.”

“Look,” I continue, “We think this is something you really want. If we’re wrong, then that’s okay. I’m not going to twist your arm. You absolutely don’t have to do this.”

“Who will be coming over?” He asks sheepishly.

“Well, Ravi and Travis will be here, of course. They’re excited about being able to get some use out of the basement…”

“You mean the dungeon.” Seth corrects.

I laugh, “Well, I’m not sure it qualifies as a proper dungeon, but yes. And Craig will be here in a few minutes. And Derek and Jake and Tariq I think.”

“Don’t forget those guys that helped install that sling in the dungeon.” Craig says, suddenly appearing around the corner, “I think they were Travis’s friends from rugby.”

“Heya Craig,” Seth says politely.

“Haven’t decided if you’re going through with it?” He asks in a friendly way. “Well, no pressure. We can keep that glass in the fridge for a while in case anyone else wants to have a go. And I’ve got a few more doses besides.”

“It’s tempting. I mean, I’m so flattered that you guys care enough… I want to.” He hesitates, thinking and then asks, “You said you’ve got more doses?”

Craig nods.

Seth continues, “What if I said I would do it if Doug joined me?”

Craig turns to look at me. “Well, we didn’t… Well… Hell, why not? Doug, what do you think?”

I’m totally caught off guard. “I… uh…” All of a sudden the shoe’s on the other foot. I can see Seth is scrutinizing me. I guess he’s using my reaction to gauge how risky this whole proposition is. After all, if he’s supposed to trust all of us to watch over him and make sure nothing dangerous happens. I try to read Craig’s face, but he seems supportive, maybe curious. And then I find myself saying, “Okay, if that would make you feel better.”

He nods and says it would, and hands me the glass. Craig is going to have to run home to get another packet for Seth’s glass. That should take less than thirty minutes. In the meantime, I guess Seth will feel safer if he can first observe how it affects me.

“If I drink this now, I’m going to hold you to your word that you’re going to join me.” I warn. he nods so I drink. I’m not a fan of prune juice, so I pound it down quickly to avoid the taste. But I can definitely taste the drugs mixed in it, and it was pretty nasty. Picking prune juice was a good call. It’s like a mix of Red Bull and Jaegermeister.

Craig runs out to get the other dose, and Seth and I just hang out in the kitchen. He looks even more shy and awkward than usual, but I also can tell he’s scrutinizing my own reactions to see if the cocktail is kicking in. I ask him if he’s nervous, and he tells me that he’s just doesn’t know what it would be like for all of his inhibitions to come out.

“It’s like, I dunno… you don’t normally think much about all the impulses you don’t act on. I once smoked some pot and was suddenly aware of all these thoughts and impulses that I normally just process and filter subconsciously without thinking about it. I got really quiet and paranoid.” He looks a little embarrassed, “So how do you feel? Is there anything you feel like doing that you normally wouldn’t do?”

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve downed that glass. Maybe twenty minutes? I look at Seth and I realize one of the reasons I wanted him to try this thing was that I was attracted to him. I hadn’t thought about it, but I knew I was probably going to be messing around with him this weekend along with the rest of us. I now realize that I was looking forward to kissing that mouth, seeing that smooth chest and that taught stomach I knew he had.

“My impulse is to get you to take your shirt off. I want to see your chest.” The moment that leaves my mouth, I do a double-take. “Wow,” I stammer suddenly, “That came out without warning.”

He smiles at me. It’s my turn to feel embarrassed, and I think he’s relieved to have the attention taken off of himself. “That’s okay. You’re supposed to say what’s on your mind.” He pulls his shirt off, kicks off his shoes, and then looks me in the eyes, with a shy smile.

My eyes drink in his body. It’s both lanky and taught in a way that makes me think of skateboarders. His skin is beautifully pale and smooth. I run my fingers lightly across his chest, stroking one of his nipples…

And of course that’s when Craig returns. “Hey guys. Doug, how’re you feeling?”

“I feel like this is going to be a fun weekend.” I say, my hand still caressing Seth.

“Well, let’s get Seth started with his dose so you don’t get too far ahead of him.” Craig instructs. Despite all the impulses running through me, I feel strangely compelled do what Craig says. “Okay, if you say so. I’ll get the juice.” and I turn toward the refrigerator.

“Hang on a sec,” Craig says, and I stop in my tracks, “First do something for me. It’s not fair that Seth’s the only one half dressed. Take your clothes off—all of them.”

Again, I feel this strong need to do what Craig tells me. I pull off my shirt, kick off my shoes, and step out of my pants and underwear, and finally pry off my socks. Freed, my cock bobs up and around a bit. I instinctively stroke it with one of my hands.

“Yep, he’s in stage two.” Craig says to Seth, “First there’s the inhibition part, but then there’s this period where you get really suggestible.”

“You mean he does whatever you tell him?” Seth says.

“More than that, it’s almost like hypnotic programming. Whatever you impress on him during this period will become his primary focus for as long as he stays on the drug, up to the whole weekend. His mind will become singularly focused.”

“Really? That’s news. What were you planning on putting into my head?” Seth asks me, suspiciously.

The feelings of lust are making it hard for me to focus, but I shrug my shoulders and say, “Just to enjoy yourself. To try anything you wanted with any of us—anyone that you were attracted to. We hoped this weekend would be fun and would get you out of your shell.”

“Seth, you’re still planning on joining Doug, right?” Craig asks. He’s got the glass of juice poured and is about to mix the packet of drugs into it. “I don’t want to waste this if you’re not.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know. I know I promised Doug I would, but I had no idea it would be so… extreme.”

What the fuck?! I start to feel a sense of panic. Seth was supposed to be the one trying this. “You’re not going to bag out on me, are you?” I’m so turned on. I want to go back to caressing his body.

He puts a hand on my chest in a comforting gesture, “Don’t worry. Whether I try this drug or not, I’m still going ahead with this weekend. I’ll be here with you the whole time. But at this moment, let’s focus on your experience. If I join you, I won’t be that far behind you. Okay?” I look into those intensely beautiful blue eyes of his. I want to make him happy. I’ll do anything he asks.

“Okay.” I agree. I mirror his gesture, placing my hand on his chest and returning to caressing it.

Craig looks at his watch and says, “Hey, if we want to plant any suggestions in this second stage, we’ll want to do it now. Is there anything you want to try?”

Seth is still holding my gaze, “You said this sets the tone for the weekend?”

“Yeah, it’ll sort of lock his brain into a single gear for the whole time. This is the first time I’ve ever seen the drug in action, but I’m really curious if it works as promised, so let’s pick something. Hey, do you mind if I ask you something personal?”

“No. Shoot.” Seth says.

“Do you think you’re a top or a bottom? I mean, you’ve said you’re still a virgin, but do you imagine yourself fucking other guys or the other way around?”

“Wow. Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that one.” Seth looks over at Craig and looks embarrassed, “To be honest, I fantasize about being the one doing the fucking. I… I think that’s one of the reasons I’m nervous about trying this drug… I think I’m worried that I would end up being the one getting… penetrated. I mean, someday I might try it and find myself liking it, but…”

Craig says, “I asked. Honestly, I was guessing the other way around, but I’m glad I asked.” Then he turns to me, “Doug, look at me.”

I turn and look into Craig’s eyes.

“Doug, you’ve never really explored you ‘inner bottom’ before, have you?”

I confess, “Well, no. I’ve experimented with a dildo in private before. I wanted to make sure I could handle it in case I found myself in such a situation, but no, I’ve always been the top.”

“But you’ve been curious.” Craig says, almost more a suggestion than a question.

“I’ve been curious.” I repeat.

“Doug, this weekend, Seth is going to be the top. You want him to have a good time this weekend, right? You want him to be happy.”

“I sure do!”

“Then this weekend, you’re going to be on the receiving end. And you’re going to really throw yourself into it. Your focus is on going to be giving pleasure, on giving yourself over to us, at letting others being in control.”

The words bounce and echo around in my head.

“You look forward to having Seth inside of you. In fact, you’re hungry for it.”

Seth steps in, “Not just me. All of your friends, everyone you were planning on having over. Who knows which of them might have been interested in fucking you? Now’s your chance to find out without guilt, without embarrassment. Tell me, of all these guys, how many have you had sex with?”

I hesitate for a moment to think of the question. These guys are all my friends, but I’ve never messed around with them. “Just the one guy—one of Tariq’s rugby friends who had helped install the sling that one day—I made out with him for a few minutes once, but we never hooked up.”

“But you guys were all planning on having this orgy this weekend, right? Seth asks.

“Well, the focus was going to be on you, mostly. I mean, I wasn’t thinking much about the others.”

“They are all attractive though.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “I guess so.”

Seth says: “Look, this weekend can’t just be about me. All these guys are really hot. I want to you look at them through fresh eyes. Each guy who comes over is a new sexual opportunity, and you’re going to try figure out how to seduce him. You’re going to unabashed about showing him how sexual you are.”

Craig joins in, “Just think for a second about who’s going to be here, Tariq and Derek and Jake, and think about how they’ll look with their clothes off, those taught, fit bodies. Imagine how exciting it will be to get them naked and to suck their cocks and to see which of them you can get to fuck you.” He then strips his own shirt off and then grabs my cock. “Look at me. You find me attractive, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yeah!” I say enthusiastically. I put my other hand on his chest. I’m getting really excited.

“By the end of this weekend, Seth and I are going to find dozens of creative ways to fuck you.”

I feel so good and excited. Craig is so fucking hot. I’m amazed I was ever able to hang out with him in the past without being completely distracted and tongue-tied like I am now. He’s so beautiful and sexy.

“One more thing,” Seth adds, “And I want you to really pay attention to this part. You know that dungeon you’ve built? The one that’s never really been broken-in?”

“Yeah.” I say, “We figured you’d enjoy trying it out this weekend—after all the times you would bring it up.”

“Well my interest in the dungeon is going to be dwarfed by your own. Remember when you told me about all that gear that Ravi had inherited?”

I remember. That guy he knew who had to suddenly move overseas to the small London flat and had no way to keep the huge collection of gear and toys. Ravi didn’t even have anyplace to store it, and then Travis had the idea about our unfinished basement…

Seth continues, “Think about when you were going through the boxes full of all that stuff. I want to you remember how much you dreamed of personally trying out each piece of gear. You might have acted nonchalant about it in front of Ravi and Travis, but secretly you wished there was some excuse to completely immerse yourself in that world. You wished you could live in the dungeon instead of your bedroom, sleeping in that cage.”

This is so exciting. I’m stroking my cock harder as I think about that big cage with its black padded floor. I can’t believe I’ve never even secretly tried it out before. I hope this weekend I’ll get a chance to rid myself of these inhibitions once and for all.

Craig looks at Seth and whistles, “Man, I always thought you were this shy and innocent person. I had no idea you had this twisted side to you.”

Seth smiles, “They say it’s always the quiet ones! No, I mean, I was always excited about the idea of the dungeon. It just seems like this is a good way to make sure it gets some use this weekend. I’m not really that twisted, although…” He pauses, “Look, can you go ahead and fix that other batch of the drug up? It’s really not fair for Doug to be the only one primed up like this—especially after what we’ve set in motion.”

“I guess you want to make sure you’re an aggressive top? Yes or no on the kink factor?” Craig asks.

Seth shrugs, “You know, surprise me. I’m feeling a little guilty about how extreme we got with Doug here. I think I deserve to let you poke around in my psyche however you want. After all…” he turns to me and winks, “He shouldn’t be the only one getting played with.”

Craig looks at his watch, “Okay, but I’ve got to finish up Doug’s regimen, so can you mix this in the juice yourself?” He points to the packet still laying on the kitchen counter next to the glass of prune juice. Seth looks confused, so he explains, “You don’t just drink that mixture. It’s a regimen of a few things. Doug’s primed now, but I’ve got to add the catalyst.”

He digs something out of his pack, unwraps a foil wrapping, and hands me a suppository. “Here Doug, you know what you’re supposed to do with this.”

I take the waxy object and unabashedly put my finger to my ass and gently push it in. Craig had explained to me how the warmth of your body would quickly melt the concoction, and the ass would start absorbing the next phase of the drug.

Once again, Seth looks hesitant, seeing what he’s going to have to do. Craig says, “Look, just drink up, and then the rest will get really easy. You’ll stop feeling nervous and will start just enjoying the ride!”

Seth doesn’t saying anything more. He quietly mixes the powder into the prune juice, looks over at me, pounds the thing down, and then winces.

Suddenly I hear the front door close and Ravi’s familiar voice calls out, “Helloooo? Anyone around?”

“In the kitchen!” Craig calls, and I see Ravi and Travis round the corner.

They stare at us, with Seth shirtless and me completely naked, and look confused. Craig explains how Seth wanted me to go first, but that he’d just joined me. I’m not really paying any attention to the conversation; I’m just looking at Ravi and Travis, at their handsome faces and fit bodies, and I feel waves of lust pour over me. How did I ever manage to hang out with these guys in the past without hitting on them? Travis catches my stare for a moment and I feel my heart leap.

Craig notices and suddenly says, “Hey Ravi, why don’t you take Seth downstairs and show him the collection? Maybe we can find a harness to change into or something like that. Travis, Doug and I will be down in a few minutes.”

Ravi leads Seth out of the kitchen, saying “Are you ready for a fun weekend? Let’s see if there’s something you’d look good in.”

Once they’re out of the room, Travis asks Craig if I’ve had the final dose. Craig tells him no, that I’d just taken the suppository a few minutes ago, but it was time.

He turns to me, “You know what’s next, right?”

I nod. There’s a final injection that acts as the catalyst and sets everything in motion. Although I feel like my hormones and sex drive are already like a runaway train. I’m having a hard time remembering what’s reality and what’s my recent programming.

“Are you ready? You’re not nervous, are you?”

I smile. Part of me is still aware enough to notice that it wasn’t really intended to be a question… a very small bit of consciousness in the corner of my mind.

“You didn’t want Seth to see this and get even more nervous, huh?” I ask.

“Nope. An hour from now he’ll be relaxed enough that it won’t be a big deal.”

“Make sense.” I say.

“Hey Travis,” Craig says as he gets some more stuff out of his bag, “Hope this doesn’t get too weird, but your roommate here is going to pretty desperately want to have sex with you.”

“Huh,” he says, mulling it over for a sec. Then, “Alright. Why not?”

Travis helps put a rubber strap around my bicep while Craig takes out the syringe. He wipes the inside of my elbow with an alcohol wipe and takes the cap off the needle. I hear the front door open and close and some more voices call out. I think it’s Derek and Jake and someone else I don’t recognize. They sound so hot and masculine. I feel a slight pinprick and look down as Craig pushes in the syringe’s plunger.

I can feel the corners of my mouth pull upward into a hungry smile. I look alternatively at Craig and Travis and feel a wave of abandon wash over me. I feel my cock take control. It’s as though my consciousness is no longer operating from my brain. My mind is empty. These two guys are talking, but the words are meaningless. I don’t know what they’re saying, and moreover I don’t fucking care. What I care about are the impulses I can feel coming from my cock. I kneel down and start undoing one of the guy’s jeans. I fumble around until I free his dick from behind his underwear and I immediately start suckling at it. I can feel it starting to grow in my mouth. There’s nothing but happiness and horniness and hunger.

Life is good.

Epilogue

I’m lying on my back, cocooned in a thick rubber shell that holds my body motionless—my arms at my sides, hands pressed flat and hard against my hips, my legs bound together although they are separated by a layer of rubber such that none of my skin can feel anything except more rubber. My head is even wrapped tightly, with a soft rubber gag in my mouth that holds my tongue down in place. Two rubber nibs in my nostrils feed my lungs with cool air.

Beyond tight rubber containment, there are only three sensations that I’m aware of. The first is a gentle tingling in my ass from the yesterday’s marathon fucking. It’s a feeling of both contentment and loneliness, and I hope it’s not too long before my ass gets another workout. The void always needs to be filled. The second sensation is the most demanding: it’s my cock, aching for release as the relentless mechanical device attached to it keeps the wet, slow, rhythmic, undulating sucking. The machine sometimes pauses for a minute or longer, and remarkably the anticipation of its inevitable continuation makes my cock stiffen even harder than when it’s getting robo-sucked. But it always resumes. I’m accustomed to being edged like this for hours on end. Sometimes I can will myself to sleep if I’m exhausted enough. Sometimes.

The last sensation is as subtle as the cock-sucking-device is demanding: it’s the soft, masculine voice that’s being piped into my ears. The hypnotic words reminding me to relax and let go of my old self so that my new identity—my true identity, along with its many fetishes—can take hold.