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Betrayed by Wet Spots
Discovered
Every morning for the last couple years or so I woke up with a throbbing boner like most guys my age used to do. My mom and dad are religious fanatics so I am careful not to get caught. Although I sleep nude, I managed to convince my parents that his was healthier and so pleased God, I keep my socks in bed with me, I told my parents sometimes my feet get cold at night. That fateful morning, I was enjoying rubbing my cock, balls, nipples and any other place on my nude body that felt good. I teased my body, almost to the point when I could cum then eased off to make the pleasure last longer. In my excitement I didn't hear the alarm go off. Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer and started shooting over and over again. It happened so fast, it happened before I could slip a sock over my cock to soak up my cum. It really felt good to cum and I was really relaxed, so relaxed I drifted off to sleep again.
I felt myself being shaken. It was my mom yelling at me to get up or I would be late to school. Suddenly she sees the wet spots on the sheet covering me. "Tom, what are these? Did you do this? I heard that boys used to do things to themselves so they would ejaculate that's what I think you were doing. Steve, come up here right now! You've got to see what your son just did!" I hear my dad stomping up the stairs. He strongly believed that "sparing the rod, spoils the child" and I feared what he would do when he saw the evidence.
Decision
She showed my dad the wet spots on my sheet. "Tom, stand up and face me." I jumped out of bed, he was mad and I didn't want to make it worse by delay. I felt terrible standing stark naked in front of my dad and especially my mom since I now had a fully developed penis. "Look me in the eye! Did you intentionally spill your seed which is an abomination to God?"
"Yes, Sir. I was tempted by the devil and was weak and gave in. I will pray for forgiveness." I mouthed well learned religious platitudes I hoped might work.
He slowly removed the wide leather belt he wore and slapped it gently on one hand as he lectured me on the awful sin I had done. As he lectured I stared at the belt. The truth is that I was not afraid of the beatings he gave me with that belt. I looked forward to the beatings, they really turned me on. Always before he had me turn around and drop my pants after his lecture so he never noticed my cock harden. This time I was naked and facing him as my cock slowly rose into a rock hard boner. His face turned red with anger, "You are a son of the devil and I will beat the devil out of you with this belt!"
"Steve, you saw what our son just did, we have to call them to handle this. I understand that you want to drive the devil out of him but we must call so the experts can deal with him." my mother yelled.
"You're right dear. I lost control. Stay with him so he doesn't destroy any evidence, they will want to test everything. I'll call them up."
He stomped down the stairs and I could hear him on the phone. "Yes, he admitted doing it. He doesn't lie to me. You can be sure that he did it and isn't playing some trick on us. There is a park across the street that you could use. Okay 10 minutes. All the evidence is untouched and will be waiting for you. I don't care where you take him just get him away from here!" I heard the phone click as he hung up.
Undisclosed Location
As I waited with my mom I thought how isolated I felt these last couple of years. I had tried to talk with my friends about my developing urges and the hard-ons I kept getting but it seemed to make them uncomfortable and they didn't want to talk about it. Once at a Get-Dare game I suggested a dare of rubbing the cock of the guy on your left until he gets hard and cums. They told me it was a stupid idea cause it wouldn't work and then decided to play video games instead. The thump, thump, thump sound of helicopter blades brought me out of these depressing thoughts. It sounded like at least a couple.
I heard my dad open the front door and say he's upstairs. I heard a bunch of guys clomp up the stairs, they burst into my room completely covered in hazmat suits. Big burly guys yelling orders like marine drill sergeants. They put a metal evacuation stretcher on the floor and strapped my arms and legs down so I couldn't move, I just lay there naked with my boner pointing to the ceiling. One tied a blindfold around my head, "we are going to a top secret undisclosed location. If you saw were it was you could never come back" he told me. I heard one guy look at me and whisper to his buddy that it sure looks real. By now I had figured it out, this was one of those scared straight deals where they take a guy away from his house, work the hell out of him for a couple month, and the kid's then to scared ever to touch drugs again. I doubt if it would work with jerking off, the drive is pretty strong. It seemed a little overboard to make this much out of a guy caught jerking off but the people at my parent's church are the kind that would think up such a stunt and a lot of them are ex-military so they probably would know someone who could fly a helicopter. While a few grabbed the sheets and pillows, the rest rushed me down the stairs, out the front door, across the street to the park, and secured the stretcher inside the black unmarked helicopter. It roared into the air the second I was secured.
I felt a woman toy gently with my hair and speak into my ear above the sound of the engine, "Hi, I'm Vicki. How are you doing, Tom? Anything I can do to help?"
"What's happening to me? Who are you? Where are we going?"
"Sorry, I can't help with that, this is all top secret. I meant, since you are tied down and helpless, I want to be sure you are OK. It would be big trouble for us if anything happened to you. " I felt her soft hands check the circulation in my tied hands and feet.
"I really have to pee. I woke up and then things got sort of crazy and I never got a chance to pee and I'm bursting."
"Let's see what we can do." I hear her searching for something then felt her hand on my cock. She held the tip of my penis into something that felt maybe like a water bottle. "OK, Big Boy, ready to go, let 'er rip!"
I let go and my stream flowed, "That's a relief, Thanks." It felt odd having her hand on my penis but I liked the feeling a lot. When I finally stopped she shook the last couple of drops off and let go as she put the bottle away.
"Are you a nurse?"
"Something like that, my job is to make sure you stay healthy and in good shape. I think I might like this job a lot. You remind me of my last boyfriend. The same well defined body, strong but not over developed. Probably play soccer or something like that which builds good strong balanced bodies. I liked exploring his smooth perfect skin."
"Yeah, I play soccer and work out a little." She traced her hands slowly over my chest, abs, thighs. "Oh, keep going, it feels so good. Rub my nipples, please."
"You're just like he used to be always eager, always wanting more."
"You're great, my balls then my cock too, please."
"Just like him, always pushing for more but always polite and with that shy irresistible smile. Your cock wakes up just like his used to do. Just the right size, swollen, veins standing out and so eager. Too bad I have to ease off, but can't risk you shooting your cum!" She went back to rubbing my chest, abs, face, and hair. That felt plenty good enough, I forgot about what was happening to me, I just enjoyed the feeling of her hands. The sound of the engines softened, I felt the soft touch of her lips on mine, "We are about at the site. I've got to lay off or someone may come back here and see us. Hang in there. I'll do what I can to help."
I felt a little bump as the helicopter touched down. The guys in the hazmat suit rush in, unfastened the stretcher, wrestled it out the door, and bounced it along first in the cold air, then inside air. I heard our group echoing down long hallways, doors slamming shut behind us. They stopped, set down the metal evacuation stretcher, and un-cuffed me. A strong military voice commanded, "Stand up, Boy!" I stood up, stiff from being restrained. "Don't slouch, stand up straight." Air conditioning blew coldly on my naked body. My blindfold was removed, I blinked at the bright lights. I was in a small round white room with some type of medical table in the middle. A pretty blonde woman dressed in a white uniform, probably mid to late twenties came into the room. Although there was no ID or other insignia on her uniform, I knew from her concerned expression that she was Vicki. I looked up into the lights, I didn't see the ceiling, I dimly saw crowded figures seated in several circles going up into the darkness and could hear excited whispering. It was clear that helpless naked me was being exhibited to a whole bunch of people but had no idea why. Nervous, I started playing with my cock. "Drop that cock, we'll have none of that, Boy, especially since there are women present. Have you no shame?" boomed the military voice.
I quickly put my hands on my sides and looked down at my bare feet, "Sorry, Sir. I'll be careful where I put my hands!".
"Stand straight and look at me when you speak, Boy", boomed the voice.
I straighten up doing my best to stand at attention, "Yes, Sir!" Alone as a naked exhibit in this secret place, I certainly was scared but since I my mind was thinking about Vicki's hands rubbing my body on the helicopter, I doubt I ever would be scared straight.
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