Busted – The Game Show

© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Twenty-Five

In the surgery the door suddenly opened and Todd walked in. ‘I want to do it, Bertie,’ he said.

‘What the fuck! You’re a right little shit, you are!’ The surgeon put down the hose. ‘I ought to cave your dog head in, you little maggot.’

‘Yeah, like you could, Bert,’ Todd said. ‘Just piss off, would you.’

The surgeon left and Todd walked over to the sink where Jason was lying face down on the stainless steel.

‘What the fuck’s happening, Todd?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What am I here for?’ Jason was worried.

He rolled over on the sink and looked up at Todd. The surgeon had made Jason put the lifeguard’s outfit back on – complete with cap and sandals; and he was lying on a stainless steel bench with a small sink-like depression in the middle of it. He felt confused. It couldn’t be the saddle round again and he didn’t know why he should be dressed like a lifeguard, why he needed sandals on when he was obviously about to undergo some type of procedure.

Jason started to wonder if any of this was real. Was he even the same person he had been when he walked into the studios this morning? That Jason never would have accepted being nullified. Would he? That surely, wasn’t something he would have wanted. He hadn’t wanted it. He knew he hadn’t. But somehow, now, it felt okay. He even liked it. They were messing with his mind. Something they had given him had skewed his thoughts; and when he got home, he was going to hate what had happened to him. He could just feel it; but now, it didn’t seem to matter. He was just letting anyone do anything as though he had no say in his own life – no say in his body and what other people wanted to make of it. It had been fucked up, obviously; but somehow, it felt fantastic. He loved it. He wasn’t going to feel like that later, he could just feel it.

And what the hell were they going to do now? Why was he still on the show? Did they just want to make a fool of him? Do another saddle round? Give him an enema – whatever the fuck that was?

‘You’ve got to be ready,’ Todd said.

‘Is it the saddle round again?’

‘No.’

‘Why am I wearing this?’ Jason said, lying on his side, reaching up and pulling at the tank top, pulling it down so it covered his navel. He put his hand down and cupped it over his, covering the naked place there because Todd was staring at it.

Todd shook his head. ‘Lie on your stomach, Jase.’

Jason pulled his hand out of his groin and shuffled onto his stomach again. He angled his head down and looked at Todd over his shoulder. ‘What’s an enema?’ he said.

‘What?’

‘The surgeon said I had to have an enema.’

‘I’m going to do it.’ He was holding a clear plastic tube which was attached to the sink.

‘You don’t have any medical training, Todd.’

‘I don’t need medical training, Jase. I’m only going to wash your arse out.’

Jason closed his eyes. Why? he wanted to ask; but it seemed stupid.

‘Here, I’ll get some cream, Jase – make it easier.’ Todd put the hose down and got a tub of cream from a glass cabinet on the other side of the room. Todd wasn’t naked now. He had changed after the jerk-off and was wearing his white robe again. His hair was wet, like he’d had a shower; and he smelt like soap. He had a pair of slippers on. They had bunny rabbit heads on the end of each foot, with a smiling face and floppy ears.

Jason had had a shower too. He had had to wash the come and the piss off; but he hadn’t seen Todd in the locker room; and they had told him to hurry. They said he only had a few minutes – and then, when he had come into the surgery, naked, because he couldn’t find his own robe, the surgeon had told him to put on the lifeguard outfit. He had it in the surgery – as though it was the wardrobe department. He had it ready on the back of the door.

‘You know, it’s pretty clean, Todd. I just had a shower. I washed my arse.’

‘Yeah, Jase; but we’ve got to wash inside it.’

‘Inside it?’

‘Yeah, I’ve got to stick the hose up there – get all the shit out.’

‘What? Why, Todd?’ Jason turned over a bit, lifting himself up. He thrust a hand into his groin and huddled his shoulders. He felt like crying. What were they doing to him? What were they going to do to him? Suddenly, he felt confused about everything and he burst forth into tears. He pressed his hands hard into his groin. Everything felt strange and weak down there – smooth and soft. He felt like his whole body would crumple together because of it. There was nothing between his legs. There was nothing there. All his gear had somehow disappeared during the course of the morning. He had seen one of his testicles – had seen his…in Todd’s…Todd had…

But he couldn’t think about that.

The kid wouldn’t hurt him. Not intentionally. He was trying to be kind.

Jason closed his eyes and tucked his head down, pressing his hands hard into his groin. He could feel the ties of the cap catching under his chin, could feel his chest heaving up and down with sudden sobs, could feel the smooth skin between his legs where he had once been a man.

Suddenly, he felt Todd’s hand on his head – on the outside of the cap.

‘Here, take this off, Jase,’ Todd said. ‘Why are you wearing it?’

Jason shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know. He lifted his chin up, keeping his eyes closed and trying not to cry while Todd undid the cords. Todd didn’t take it off, but just loosened it on his head a bit, ruffling it, stroking the hair across Jason’s forehead. ‘It does look good, you know. You look so fucking cute in it.’

Jason smiled suddenly and guffawed, opening his eyes. ‘Yeah?’ he said.

Todd nodded.

Jason reached up and tied the cords again, looser, but leaving the cap on. Todd liked it. He looked cute in it.

‘Lie down on your stomach, Jase.’

Jason wiped his face and lay down on his stomach again. It was good not to have to worry about crushing his gear under him. He put his hands under his head.

‘Stick your bum up in the air a bit. Yeah, like that. And open your legs a bit too.’

Jason did as Todd said and sucked in his breath as the kid slapped a dob of cream around his arsehole.

‘It’s cold,’ Jason said, smiling a bit. He could feel Todd working the cream in – spreading it over the whole area – reaching right down onto his groin between his legs, rubbing there. He felt his thighs start to quiver at Todd’s touch. It felt good. Even though he’d lost his gear, still, the whole area felt good. He could even imagine, as Todd touched it in certain ways, that his gear was still there. It was like he could feel it.

‘You know, Jase, you’ve got the nicest fucking arse. It’s so fucking hard and round it’s ridiculous. It’s like something out of a magazine. You’ve got no fucking hair and your hole’s like a little fucking flower. It’s not even brown. It’s pink. Haven’t you ever done a shit?’

‘No,’ Jason said, being silly. ‘I don’t do that.’

‘Well, we’ll see then,’ Todd said. ‘There’s gotta be a lot of shit up there just waiting to come out.’

Jason closed his eyes and tried to breath calmly. It felt so good. Everything was okay.

‘I’m gonna stick the hose in there now.’

Jason nodded, saying nothing. He felt Todd push the end of the hose in, felt it slide up and stop, suddenly, broken by the clench of his muscles.

‘Try to relax, Jase.’

Todd was working at his arsehole with the tips of his fingers, pressing all around the area where the hose went in.

‘I’m gonna have to force it.’

Jason nodded and tried to relax. He felt the pressure – and then, all at once, felt something give as the smooth hose slid up inside him. It was like he had lost all control. The insides of his thighs started to quiver and he winced as he felt the hose slide further. It felt good; but it hurt at the same time. It made him feel worried – like something was going to break. He could feel Todd’s fingers, pushing the hose again and again, further and further, deeper into his hole, could feel it sliding past the tight ring of muscle which he couldn’t help clenching no matter how hard he tried to relax.

Suddenly, Todd stopped. ‘Right, I’ll turn the water on,’ he said.

‘What’s going to happen, Todd?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What’s the water going to do?’

‘It’ll fill up in there – force all the shit out.’

Jason couldn’t feel anything. He knew Todd was turning the taps; but he couldn’t feel anything.

‘Is it on?’

‘Yeah, you’ll feel it in a sec.’

Suddenly, he felt a warmth around his ring and felt the water start to press out beside the hose, dribbling out between his cheeks and running down onto his groin before it disappeared into the sink which had started to make a sucking sound.

‘Fuck, it doesn’t even look dirty,’ Todd said. ‘It doesn’t even smell.’

‘I don’t think there’s anything in there.’

‘Well, there’s a bit, but it’s like it was clean anyway.’

They waited for a moment in silence. Jason feeling the liquid flow out of his arse while Todd worked the hose around and around, sliding it in and out as he did so. There was a bit of a smell.

‘I’ll turn it up a bit,’ Todd said.

Jason said nothing. Todd obviously knew what he was doing.

‘Clench up, Jase.’

Jason clenched his muscles. He couldn’t feel anything at first; but after a minute or so, he started to feel full, like he’d just eaten a meal.

‘Keep it clenched real tight.’ Todd was holding the hose with one hand, keeping his fingers pressed up against it, holding it against Jason’s arsehole; while, at the same time, he kept turning the taps with his hands.

Suddenly, Jason felt the hose start to slide. Todd was trying to grip it with his fingers but was losing his hold because of the slipperiness of the cream.

‘It’s gonna go,’ he said suddenly.

Jason felt the whole length of the hose slide rapidly and unexpectedly out of his arsehole with a sudden burst. It was followed by an explosion of liquid which flew backwards, hitting his ankles. He realized he was full and pushed backwards, expelling the liquid in a few extended thrusts, like he was suffering from diarrhea.

Todd had hold of the hose and was angling it into the sink. ‘Have you pushed it all out?’ he said.

‘Hang on,’ Jason said, forcing a few more times and feeling a last gush of liquid escape from his hole.

‘I’ll clean it up,’ Todd said.

Jason felt Todd hosing the backs of his legs and between his thighs. He lifted his feet up while Todd washed his shins and Jason had to get up onto his hands and knees for a moment so that Todd could wash the front of his thighs and his groin.

The smell disappeared and Todd got a towel, telling Jason to stay where he was while he dried him down. Jason lay down hard, relaxed now. It felt good to be clean and it felt good as Todd lifted his legs and dried underneath them.

‘Come lay on the table,’ Todd said.

Jason got up and walked over to the table, stopping while Todd put a hand on Jason’s hip and worked at some damp areas around his groin and abs, around the inside of his thighs. Todd wiped his crack again and Jason got up on the table, lying face down.

‘Why does it need to be clean?’ he asked.

Todd pulled Jason’s legs apart and looked at his hole. ‘They don’t want a mess, I spose.’

‘A mess?’

‘Shit everywhere.’

‘Why would there be shit everywhere?’

‘Well, you might shit yourself.’

‘I’m not gonna do that.’

‘You might not be able to help it.’

‘Why wouldn’t I be able to help it?’

‘Cause I’m gonna bust your arse.’

‘Bust it? What does that mean?’

‘Break it.’

‘You can’t break someone’s arse, Todd.’

Todd stopped for a moment and said nothing. He was smoothing his hands over Jason’s butt, running his fingers down and circling them round the hole, pressing the tips up and down in the crack. ‘You pretty well can, Jase,’ he said. He put his head down and pressed his lips into Jason’s crack. The breath was warm.

‘How do you do it?’

‘I don’t know. Stick something up there, I spose.’

‘Is that what they’re gonna get you to do?’

‘I’d say so.’

Jason thought for a moment. He hadn’t figured on this; and he didn’t really understand what was going to happen. What was going to break? There wasn’t anything about his arse which could break. You couldn’t break someone’s arse. It wasn’t a thing that was breakable.

‘When did this become part of the rules?’

‘Today,’ Todd said. ‘It was in the forms.’

Oh, Jason said silently. He should have read them. ‘It’ll just get stretched, Todd,’ he said. ‘Nothing’s gonna break.’

‘Maybe.’ Todd walked around till he was standing at Jason’s head. He reached forward and gripped Jason’s tank top. ‘I’m gonna take this off,’ he said, pulling it upward quickly in one motion. Jason had to raise himself up a bit so that it could come out from under his chest; and he had to put his arms forward over the end of the table.

Todd pulled and the tank top came over his head, tugging on the little cap as it passed his hair. Jason reached up and started to undo the cords again.

‘No leave that,’ Todd said. ‘Leave it on.’

Jason let go of the cords and lay down again. He could see Todd’s feet in the bunny slippers.

‘I’m just gonna powder you.’ He reached over and got a can of talc from somewhere. ‘Turn over, Jase.’

Jason turned over and lay on his back. He was still wearing the cap and the sandals – but apart from these, he was naked. He forgot all about his groin – about the emptiness of it – while Todd was shaking the talc out over his chest and his abs and all over his groin – and down his thighs and his shins. Jason thought he still had his gear and could even feel his dick start to rise as the cool talc fell all over his skin; but then, as Todd put the can down and started to smooth the talc in, Jason remembered, as soon as Todd’s hands started to stroke his groin, that really, there was nothing there.

It wasn’t so bad.

Todd worked the talc over his chest and abs, over his hips and his thighs, working right down to his feet and then taking the sandals off and powdering those as well. He rubbed again at Jason’s groin on the way back up, making sure that it was smooth and dry and clean before rubbing the talc into his shoulders and down his arms.

‘It looks so fucking good, Jase. You look so fucking good.’

Jason closed his eyes and felt Todd move his hands down again, sliding them over his smooth groin, moving them up and down between his thighs and tickling the area with the tips of his fingers.

Todd groaned. ‘Here, turn over,’ he said, ‘before I get carried away.’

Jason shuffled over and noticed as he turned that the head of Todd’s cock was poking out from between the robe. Jason reached out a hand and pulled on the cords of the rope, releasing them and seeing Todd’s cock flop forward. It was erect, obviously. Jason reached out to touch it but Todd pushed his hand away.

‘Can I fuck you, Jase?’ he said. ‘I’ll just powder your back; and then I’ll do it.’

Jason said nothing.

He waited while Todd powdered his back, trying to breath calmly though his shoulders kept heaving in sudden bursts.

‘It’ll probably hurt,’ Todd said. ‘But you’re gonna get busted anyway.’

Todd worked the powder over the curve of Jason’s butt massaging it in. He worked it down the back of his thighs.

‘It’ll loosen you up.’

Todd worked the powder down to his ankles. He started to massage the bottoms of Jason’s feet but it was ticklish and Jason had to move his feet suddenly, laughing, twitching his legs.

‘Is it okay, Jase?’

‘It tickles.’

‘Yeah – but, is it okay for me to…’

‘I never said anything, Todd.’

Todd climbed up on the table then – without saying anything more – without stopping to take the robe off – or the bunny slippers. He reached up and grabbed the back of Jason’s head, taking a handful of cap and hair.

‘Do you want it hard and fast?’ Todd said.

Jason said nothing.

He felt the robe fall around the sides of his legs. He could feel Todd’s knees between his, forcing his legs apart as he lay down. He could feel the back of Todd’s hand against his butt, positioning his penis – and then, all at once, as soon as he felt the warmth of Todd’s head in his arsehole, he felt the thrust. Todd pushed hard and fast. The length of his penis slid up quickly, forcing Jason’s sphincter aside and sliding underneath it, gathering all the skin and stretching it until Todd’s cock suddenly slid all in one movement, right up until the base was pressed into Jason’s arsehole.

Jason winced. He screamed suddenly and involuntarily. It was a high-pitched sound which embarrassed him. He sounded like a girl.

Todd stopped; and they lay locked together for a moment.

The pain turned to pleasure and Jason lifted his hip a bit as Todd fought to get his hand underneath it, sliding his hand down into Jason’s groin and clutching at the skin there, grasping it with his hand and molesting it.

And then, suddenly, Todd started to thrust hard and fast, moving backwards and forwards, sliding his dick in and out of Jason’s hole as though it wasn’t resisting when it was. Jason arched the small of his back and reached out to grab the edges of the table. He could feel the tears starting in his eyes, splattering onto his cheeks as he blinked. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t speak; and Todd just kept moving, faster and faster.

Jason felt Todd’s hand in his groin, grasping at the smooth skin. He pinched it between his fingers, while Jason smiled with sudden pleasure. He was going to come. He could feel it. Somehow, even though he couldn’t come, he was going to. It was happening in his arsehole. Inside of him.

‘Oh, I fucking did this,’ Todd said, grasping at Jason’s groin as he moved, pinching the skin. ‘I fucking well got all of you fucks!’

Suddenly Todd’s body spasmed behind Jason’s; and almost instantaneously, Jason felt his body spasm too. He came like he had never come – like it was happening inside of him – and up in his arsehole he could feel Todd’s warm semen spurt in a series of gushes.

Todd lay down, taking his hand out from Jason’s groin and just laying there – putting all his weight on top of Jason and relaxing while he left his penis locked in Jason’s arse.

[Frame: Temporal extension.]

Todd pushed up suddenly, ripping his cock out in a violent move as he thrust upward from the bench with his hands.

‘Ah!’ Jason said, feeling his insides try to peel out of him. He turned over as Todd got off the table and felt his arsehole. It was warm and wet and seemed to have come out from the inside into a bubbly ring. He pulled his fingers away and saw that there was blood. ‘Thanks, Todd,’ he said, getting up, because he thought, stupidly, that Todd had busted his arse – that Todd had done it in a kind way before they went out onto the stage.

Todd was smiling. He pushed his hands together, stretching, holding fisted fingers against his mouth before stretching them up to his forehead; and smiling, opening his mouth suddenly. The robe was open too; and there was a drop of blood on the end of Todd’s cock.