part i

Guy was not gay. He had been in a steady relationship for the past three years with the girl of his dreams. He three years in to his university course and life was good. Except for one thing. His five best friends, his mates since high-school had not changed. Guy himself had grown and expanded, he had met thousands of intelligent and vibrant people, seen challenging films and read mind-expanding books. His friends though, had remained in the narrow redneck rut they had established ten years ago. They had all moved from the country to the city to attend university, but Guy was the only one who was cosmopolitan. Max, Simon, Trent, Jerry and Dean were good people, he was sure of that, but sometimes they did not act like it. They were racist, sexist, homophobe skinhead Nazis who smoked, swore and stole. Guy knew he had once been like them, but now he was ... nice.

This time they had gone too far. All six of them were large men, well-built and handsome, "The Deadly Six" they had been collectively termed by past girlfriends. Between them, they were almost half the winning football team. Guy loved to use his strength and ability for sport, but the others had used it for something else.

Guy put down the newspaper in disgust. Tears were welling in his eyes. A young gay man had been hospitalised after a cruel bashing. Guy knew it was his old friends. Max had called him up after the event, drunk and high on adrenalin, to boast about their 'kill'. Guy was not gay, but he could not let this kind of uncontrolled violence tear apart society any longer. His friends needed to be taught a lesson.

Guy went up to his bedroom and pulled out the locked suitcase from underneath his bed. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. He unlocked the case and pulled out his secret weapon ... the Punishment Book.

It had been in his family for a thousand years. No-one was quite sure where it had come from, but it had been a closely guarded secret of a few select members of his family throughout the ages. His father had given it to him before he left for uni, warning him of the dangers of the book.

'The book operates on karma, son. Only use it to do good in the world. Let the book decided how to punish a person ... and remember ... don't use it for personal revenge.'

Guy looked at leather cover of the ancient tome and smiled. The book had a delicious sense of irony and he intended to exploit it.

He called up Jerry, once his closest friend in the group, and invited him over to watch the cricket and drink some beer. Jerry, unaware that Guy no longer wanted to be part of the group, readily agreed. A half an hour later, Jerry rocked up with half a slab. He was the oldest of the group, 26 now, and one of the stockier fellows.

'Hi Guy, let's get drunk!' he said as way of a greeting. Guy smiled and ushered him in, 'How have you been Jerry?' he asked.

Jerry put the beer on the kitchen bench and turned to face Guy, 'Good good, I'm a little tired today though, we went poofter bashing last night. My right leg is still a little sore after kicking that guy's ribs in.' Guy forced himself to laugh, but he had to swallow to stop the bile rising. Jerry grabbed two beers and handed one to Guy.

Three hours later and they were both drunk. The cricket had progressed at its usual pace and they had talked about all sorts of things. When Guy was sure Jerry was drunk enough, he decided it was time to act.

'Tell me Jerry, if you could have one wish ... and one wish only, what would you wish for?' he asked.

Jerry stared at him groggily. 'One wish, eh? Well, um, I don't know ...'

'Come on, surely there's something you'd like to have or do more than anything else?'

'Well ... I do have a secret fantasy.' he began. 'Yes?' asked Guy. 'I've always wanted to be able to control the minds of women. Those bitches would be my sex slaves for all time ... man I could use some tight pussy right now.'

They both laughed and continued with their merry making.

Much later that night, when Jerry was collapsed on the couch, passed out, Guy switched off the television and went up to his room. He got out the punishment book and opened it to a blank page. He got out a pen and proceeded to write 'Jerry wishes he had the power of mind control over women.' No sooner had he lifted the pen off the paper then it the writing glowed bright white. When the light faded, Guy saw that the writing was now written it what appeared like blood. Nodding in satisfaction, Guy closed the book and returned it to its hiding place. The spell was in place and Jerry would soon have his heart's desire.

part ii

'Wakey wakey sunshine' said Guy, giving Jerry a shake. Jerry groaned and batted Guy away. It was early afternoon and Jerry had one hell of a headache. He felt like his brain had been rewired by a particularly bad electrician.

He sat up and slowly got to his feet. After a quick bite to eat and a drink, he set off on his way.

Jerry worked at a petrol station, and today was no exception. It was normally a boring job, except when a pretty woman came in to pay for her petrol. Then Jerry would fantasise wild passionate sex with her.

One such woman walked in today. She was tall and blonde, with he body of an athlete. Her breasts were huge ... buxom and round.

'Oh man, I sure wish she'd flash those precious tits at me.' he thought. And no sooner than he had wished it, she leaned forward over the counter and lifted her shirt to him.

Jerry almost dropped her change. For her part, the woman continued as if nothing had happened. She took her change and left the shop. Jerry watched her go.

The next woman that entered was obviously a cheerleader. Jerry looked at her and thought, 'I wish she take me on this bench.'

Without saying a word, the girl climbed on top of the table and pulled him on top of her. She smiled and pulled his pants down. He wasted no time and pulled her top off her, exposing two pert breasts. Normally, they would have him drooling, but today ... he felt nothing. John grabbed them and began to knead them, but it felt as erotic as massaging his Great Aunt Vera. The girl began to fondle his dick, it was limp and she wanted it hard. But try as she might, it stayed flaccid. By now, Jerry was getting desperate, he pashed her on the lips, trying to ignite some desire in him, but all he felt was a rising sense of revulsion, and his dick remained limp.

Just then a college jock walked in, wearing a tight white t-shirt. Jerry took one look at him and his cock sprang to life. The girl under him squealed with glee and began to lick the shaft. Jerry made eye-contact with the man and commanded, 'get over here!' Hoping that whatever control he had over women extending to this gorgeous hunk. The man said, 'No. I don't think so.' and walked out. Jerry almost cried with frustration. His cock went soft again and he climbed off the woman. He ordered her away and began to sob softly to himself.

Over the next few days he discovered that he had complete control over women, but that they did nothing for him. However, every time he saw a cute guy, he became horny. Sadly, he could not control them.

His wish had been granted, but it was useless.

Guy saw Jerry a few days later. The man looked miserable. He had two gorgeous women, one on each arm, but he had the look of a haunted man. Jerry confided in him that he would never go gay-bashing again. Guy smiled and nodded. One neo-Nazi skin-head jock down, four more to go.

part iii

Simon was even easier to talk to than Jerry. Guy just called him up and said, 'Simon, it's Guy. What did you wish you had more than anything else?'

There was silence on the end of the phone for a brief second while Simon thought. Eventually he replied, 'I wish I was never late for an appointment. I've missed four in the last three days.'

'Thanks.' said Guy, 'talk to you later.' And with that, he hung up.

Simon shrugged and went back to work.

At Guy's house, he already had the book out. He opened it to the last page he had written on and smiled. He wrote, 'Simon wishes he was never late for an appointment.' There was some light, etc, and then blood red writing. Guy closed the book and packed it away. He looked at his watch. If he hurried he could just make the visiting hours at the hospital. Guy had promised to bring the victim of the bashing a fruit basket.

Simon had a lecture at nine o'clock the next morning, and although his alarm clock was broken, he woke up at eight AM anyway.

'What luck!' he said to himself. Simon had breakfast, and made it to his lecture in plenty of time, 'It's the first time I've ever been on time to a lecture.'

The rest of the day was pretty much like that ... Simon made it to each of his lectures and tutes on time.

However, by the third lecture, he noticed that he was uncomfortable. His arse was itchy. He shifted in his seat. When the time came to go to his next lecture, he found that he had to walk in a stilted fashion, his bum felt so odd.

Midway through the fourth lecture, the feeling had increased enough for Simon to identify it ... he felt like there was something lodged up his passage. He could definitely feel something up there. Simon shifted more and more in his seat, trying to dislodge what ever was there. As soon as the lecture ended, he ran to the toilet. He ran like he had a stick up his arse, which was what it felt like.

Simon locked the cubicle and pulled down his pants. He reached around and tugged on whatever was there. It was of a fair size. Simon was shocked. How the hell did it get there? It was like it had grown. It seemed lodged there, so he pulled harder. The sensation was odd, but not unpleasant, and he noticed his cock was hardening.

With a 'pop' the item came free. Simon looked at it in shock ... it was a fake dildo. A small plastic cock! Like something a woman would use to help her masturbate ... and here it was, lodged up his anal passage. Simon had to throw up.

When he was finished, he threw the dildo in the toilet and flushed. It almost did not go down.

Simon left the toilet, splashed his face a few times and went on to his next tutorial.

It was a boring maths one, but he had to hand in a homework assignment. As the teacher went around collecting them, Simon reached in to his bag to get his. His hand fastened around something long and rubbery. It was another dildo. Simon looked in his bag. There were two large dildos just lying there. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Something bizarre was happening here and he felt very uncomfortable. At first he thought it was just embarrassment, but then he realised it was another dildo up his arse. The girl sitting next to him looked at him queringly. Simon got up and left the tute.

Over the next few days, any time Simon had to go anywhere, he was on time, but always arrived with a dildo up his arse. His bags and pockets always filled up with dildos on their own accord, and after the third day, his draws, cupboards and fridge at home started to fill up. It was very difficult to explain to guests.

After the first week, he actually began to enjoy having one up his arse and was never late for an appointment again.

part iv

Guy met up with Dean and Trent at the cinema. Afterwards they went out for a few beers and to discuss life, sex and their dreams. Dean wanted what any horny young man wanted ... to be able to cum 20 times a day. 'Can do!' thought Guy. Trent's request was semi-tragic. Trent was the minor member of the group ... the others always picked on him. He was just as tough and as strong as any of them, but his demeanour made him feel inferior. He had the same problem on the football team ... the other players always picked on him. Trent wished that he could be the most popular man on the team. Guy loved the irony of it. A man who picks on other people who did not want to get picked on himself. At about 8 PM, Dean had to go and meet his girlfriend. Guy said good-bye to them both and told Trent not to worry, tomorrow at football practise he would probably find that the others appreciated him more.

Dean and his girlfriend had the best sex they had ever had that night. They had fooled around in to the wee hours of the morning, Dean's appetite seemed insatiable. He came about eight times. His girlfriend's cunt was sore after so much stimulation. By the time she fell asleep, she had orgasmed about ten times.

She had to leave early to go to work, and when Dean woke up at about 9am, he was alone.

The bed was covered in stains from their lovemaking sessions and his chest was covered in dried jism. If he did not know better, he would have said that he had had a wet dream. His dick was ramrod hard ... despite the attention it had received last night it had still engaged in its early morning erection. Dean thought about saving it for his girlfriend, but he would not see her until tonight. Besides, it felt full and ready to go now. He grabbed it and began to stroke it, expecting a leisurely masturbation session. Instead, he came almost immediately. With a force and an amount he had not expected. Torrents of jism splurted a metre up in the air, showering him and the bed with it. When he had recovered, he jumped in the shower to wash himself off. After about five minutes he was hard again. He pumped it for a few minutes and them came again. 'Two morning jerk-offs in one day ... I'm a lucky fellow.' Dean said to himself.

He had a job interview in about half an hour at a computer company, so he got dressed and left.

While standing on the bus he found that his dick was hard again. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping no-one else on the bus would notice.

Dean arrived at the interview on time and ready go. He was shown in to an office.

'Hello Dean, I'm Mister Matthews, please take a seat.'

Dean shook hands with his possible employer and sat down. He put his hands over the noticeable bulge in his pants.

'Now, before we get started, I just thought I'd let you know that we're looking for a team player, someone who will fit in and won't rock the boat too much.'

Dean nodded and started to reply, 'I'm an excellent team player, Mister Matthews, I worked with ...' but then suddenly, he felt a rising pressure in his dick, just like he felt before ... uncontrollably, Dean came in his pants. Without warning, his cock started to spasm and erupt with sperm. Feelings of intense pleasure swept over Dean and he stopped mid-sentence, ' many ... ah ... oooh.' He tried to keep speaking, but the feeling continued. Mister Matthews looked on in concern. 'Are you alright Dean?'

'I'm fine ... Mister ...' And suddenly he came again, this time was even more intense and Dean was forced to cry out, 'Oh God! Yesss! Fuck! Shit! That feels soooo gooooood!'

Mister Matthews jumped up in alarm. He looked down at Dean and saw that a huge stain was spreading in the crotch of his pants. They were so soaked that the white fluid was visibly oozing out.

'What the hell? You sick perverted cunt! Get the hell out of here!'

Dean tried to stammer an apology, but a new wave a feeling made his knees buckle.

'Get the fuck out! Get out! Security! Security!' Yelled Mister Matthews in to the intercom.

Dean got up and ran to the door. Tears of humiliation were streaming down his face.

He headed for the nearest public toilet to clean himself up. In the privacy of one of the cubicles he pulled down his pants. His underpants were completely soaked, it looked like he had cum half a bucket down there. He wiped his pants down as best he could and made a dash for home.

He showered and put on fresh clothes. Clean and refreshed, he put down his unfortunate accident to the stress of the interviewing environment. It was the middle of the afternoon and he had agreed to meet a group of his friends for a late lunch. Dean decided that he was feeling better now and so decided to go.

Dean arrived at the cafe about fifteen minutes late, the others were already there ... mostly friends of his girlfriend and a few new friends he had met at uni. He had never let his Nazi side show through to these students, as he knew they would never understand. Sometimes he envied their positive outlook on life.

He ordered an orange juice (a secret pleasure of his he never told the others) and sat down to a light hearted discussion with them. After about half an hour, he noticed a building pressure in his pants ... his dick was getting hard again. He tried to concentrate on what Kylie was saying, willing it to go down, but it got stiffer and stiffer. He looked down in alarm ... the head had pushed its way out the top of the pants and was now visible to the people around him. Hoping they would not notice, he grabbed it and went to push it back down. It was too stiff! He could not even bend it sideways without it hurting. Dean went to stand, but he was too late. He came right there and then in the cafe. Without cloth to catch the jism, it shot straight up in the air and hit himself on the chin. Another spasm and this time it splattered Kylie in the face. He tried to stand up again, but another spasm caused him to fall back in his seat. Dean tried as he might, but he could not resist from calling out again, 'Oh fuck! Shit! I'm so fucking hot! Fuck fuck fuck!'

His friends had all jumped back in alarm. Dean pulled down his pants and began to pump his dick for all it was worth. He knew that the others were disgusted by his actions, but he could not help it.

Still the juice kept coming, it splurted all over his face and shirt, it landed on the table and on the floor. He felt like his balls were full to bursting and each spasm was like heaven.

Abruptly it ceased and he was left standing in the middle of the cafe with his pants around his legs, holding his dick in one hand and covered in jism.

Everyone was just staring at him.

The full enormity of what he had just done in public came crashing down on him. Dean turned to run, but tripped over his own pants. He fell on to the ground, giving everyone a good view of his arse. Dean's face landed in a puddle of his own semen, which was congealing on the floor. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Dean jumped up and fled the cafe. He got to the bus stop and stopped. His sobs came out between his gasping breaths. Luckily the bus arrived almost at the same time. He walked up the steps and went to hand the driver his money, when all of a sudden he came again, 'ooooooooooh' he screamed in ecstasy, falling backwards and out of the bus. The driver slammed the door closed and drove away. As Dean lay there, fresh splurts of jism landed on his face, mingling with the dried stuff there already. He had never been so humiliated in his entire life.

part v

Trent rocked up for football practise, eager and afraid. He loved the game, and his team-mates were great, but they were kind of mean to him. They always poked fun at him and made him the butt of the jokes.

Today was more different than he could possible imagine. As soon as he arrived, the others started treating him differently. They all greeted him and instantly invited him in to their conversations. They told jokes with him and involved him in making fun of one of the weaker players. Trent was puzzled but glad they were not making fun of him for a change. The captain asked him for advice, and when he gave it, everyone agreed and congratulated him.

During the training, everyone wanted to pair off with Trent. The ball was always passed to him and everyone wanted to be his mate.

After the training they all filed back in to the changing rooms. One of the larger players walked up to Trent to talk with him.

'What's up, little buddy?' he asked. Trent looked at him, 'Why is everyone being so nice to me today?'

The jock looked around the room for a minute, 'Look, I can't tell you here. Come with me in to the injury room and I'll explain it all.'

Trent nodded and followed the jock out of the room. He saw everyone smile at him knowingly.

The injury was a small room with a first-aid kit and a mop. Trent was keenly aware of the larger man in the room.

'Well, why is everyone so happy to see me all the time?' he asked again.

The jock smiled, 'It's just that we've all discovered the truth about you. The queer truth.'

Trent was stunned. Queer? Him? 'There must be some mistake.'

The jock unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, 'Will you suck on this for me?'

Trent was shocked, this was so unexpected. Why would anyone think he was queer? He was about to punch the man in the face when a wave of dizziness swept over him. Trent felt his legs give way and he fell on to his knees. The room started swimming and he grabbed hold of something to steady himself, he realised he had grabbed hold of the jock's legs for support. He looked up at the man's face and began to say, 'What's happ ...' but right when he opened his mouth, the jock's cock slipped in. It was huge and rock-hard. Trent tried to pull his face off, but the head of the penis was so large Trent could not get it out of his mouth. He panicked and began to flail about but all he succeeded in doing was to make his mouth slide up and down along the shaft. He was hit with another wave of dizziness and he gripped the jock's buttocks tighter to steady himself. The jock moaned out loud and started bucking back and forth. In his disconcerted state, with the room rolling side to side, it was all Trent could do to hold on. Suddenly the man came in Trent's mouth, and he found himself involuntarily swallowing again and again.

Almost instantly the dick began to go soft and Trent found his balance returning. The man pulled his penis out of Trent's mouth.

'Thanks for that man, you were great. No wonder you're the most popular man on the team. I'll be sure to recommend you to all my mates.'

Trent just knelt there in stunned silence. What the hell had happened??? A man had asked him for a blow-job, and before he could protest he had been somehow ended up on the floor sucking a man's cock. Trent felt his face begin to burn with humiliation. Was that why the other guys on the team were being so friendly to him? Because they thought he would suck their cocks? The jock turned and left the room, leaving Trent on the floor.

About ten minutes later, Trent re-entered the team dressing room. The others grinned at him and laughed with each other. The man Trent had just serviced gave him the thumbs-up sign as Trent walked to his locker. It was like same bad nightmare. He grabbed his kit and left the sports centre. He decided to go home early and walked down the alleyway that let to his street.

Trent was halfway down the alleyway when he heard someone call out his name. He turned and looked back. At the entrance to the alleyway was Ken, the assistant captain of the team.

'Hey, Trent! Wait up?'

Trent felt an impulse to run, but decided against it. He did not want to look weird in front of his new found friends. Ken caught up with him and clapped him on the back, 'Great work out there on the field today, Trent. The team would be lost without you.'

'Thanks Ken. It was a good game.'

'Look, Trent, I have something to ask you.'

'Yes' responded Trent warily.

'You're the most popular guy on the team right?'

'Well, I don't know about that...' said Trent, although the others did seem pleased to see him.

'I want you to show me your secret. Show me how you got so popular?'

Trent went white, 'Well, um, it's ...'

Ken smirked and unbuttoned his fly, 'Does it have something to do with this?'

Trent felt the anger rising up in him. He balled his fist and took an almighty swing at Ken, hoping to wipe that smirk off his face. Instead, he missed completely, off balanced, he fell heavily against Ken, knocking them both to the ground. In a flurry of limbs and falling bags, Trent found himself lying on top of Ken, with his head dead against Ken's unzipped pants. He watched in horror as Ken's dick hardened and rose out of the pants. Trent tried to pull away, but the hard cock entered his mouth before he could get away. Once again he found his mouth full, and he was unable to stop. He felt the alleyway begin to sway, like he was on a ship in bad weather and Trent found himself rising and falling, trying not to pass out from the dizziness. The effect on Ken was electric. The studly young man began to groan. He wrapped his hand around Trent's head and pushed him harder up and down his shaft.

With a sickening lurch, Trent felt Ken come and once again he involuntarily swallowed. The man spasmed about eight times, each time filling Trent's mouth with a huge load of hot white jism.

Then suddenly it was all over and Trent was able to roll off Ken. They both stayed there on the ground of the alleyway for a few minutes, Ken satisfied, Trent in shock. Finally Ken stood.

'That was the best fucking orgasm I have ever had!' He said, 'You've certainly got the gift, Trent. I'll see you at practise tomorrow ... and remember, if you don't come, you could lose your scholarship.'

Trent barely heard him, the was aware of the threat anyway. Ken left. Trent got groggily to his feet. He was stunned by the events of today. It had all started so well, but twice now he had unwittingly given two men blow-jobs when they had asked for them. It was like he had no control over himself when they requested on. Trent ran home and spent the night in misery.

The next day was a lot warmer than the previous one, and the whole team trained extra hard. After the session they were all hot and sweaty. They entered the dressing room and stripped down. Once again Trent had been the most popular lad on the field, the others joked and kidded with him and Trent felt like one of the team, and that maybe yesterday had been a sick joke. They all entered the communal shower and began to soap up. As he felt the cool water wash over his well formed muscles, Trent felt that life was good. He looked over to the other side of the showers, and there was Ken whispering something to James and Zac, two large jocks. Zac walked over to Trent, his large cut dick was by far the largest on the time, and Zac's nickname was 'Long John'. 'Hey, Trent. I hear you're offering a special kind of relaxation service to help guys relax after a hard session. Can you show me?'

Trent shook his head, not daring to speak. He turned to switch off his shower head and grabbed his shampoo and soap. As he reached for the soap he fumbled it and it fell to the ground. He went to pick it up but accidentally trod on it. He slipped on to his knees and once again found his mouth wrapped firmly around another man's piece of meat. The other men in the shower cheered, and Zac grinned at him. Trent felt the familiar wave of dizziness wash over him and he had to grab on to Zac for support. Zac grunted when Trent dug his fingers in to Zac's bubble butt. The others whooped and cheered even more. Trent could not help roll up and down Zac's dick, he was just trying to stay upright. Zac came soon enough and Trent swallowed it all. The instant he was free of the cock, Trent pushed himself backwards and tried to stand, but before he could, James stepped forward and said, 'me next!' Instantly Trent felt dizzy again and was forced to latch on to James for support.

The other players formed a queue and Trent spent the next hour on his knees in the shower, the most popular guy on the team.

part vi

Guy had saved Max until last. Max was the ringleader of their little gang at school. Guy was sure that Max had been organising the bashing sprees. He went over to Max's house with a slab and the two of them got down to some heavy drinking.

'You're such a pussy, Guy, you've never come out with us.'

'Look Max, I've told you, it's bad karma ... queers aren't hurting us.'

Max shook his head, 'Poor Guy, you don't understand, they ARE hurting us. They weaken society ... our society. We have to remain strong, or else the Asians will just over run us.'

Guy had heard it all before, 'Where did we go wrong, Max? When we left school we were going to be running the world at the age of 22.'

Max laughed, 'There's still time, Guy. And make no mistake ... I will be famous one day.'

Guy remembered now, Max had always told them he was going to be famous. He never gave a plan or an idea, 'So is that what you want from life, Max. To be famous? What about to be happy?'

'Famous people ARE happy. I will be famous one day, Guy, it is my destiny.'

It was at the point that Guy decided on what to right in the punishment book.

The next day, Max got up and went to uni. As he walked along the tree lined streets of his home suburb, he noticed that all the people he passed stopped to stare at him. A cute pair of co-eds he had wanted to sleep with stopped, looked at him and then started whispering things to each other, giggling all the time. Max felt his cheeks blush ... why was everyone starting at me? he wondered. He checked to make sure that his undies were not visible and that he did not have snot coming out of his nose. All the signs were good. He was a popular, handsome and suave university jock. The world was his oyster.

He walked on to the university grounds and the situation was worse. Every single person stopped to watch him, falling silent as he passed by. Max decided to ignore them and continue on his daily path. He stopped at the stand for coffee and bought his daily newspaper. It was then that he got the shock of his life. There was his face on the front page! He read the heading and dropped his coffee: 'Prime Minister's Gay Lover'. Max looked at the photo ... HE was the gay lover according to the article. Max looked around in a daze. Everyone was looking at him in disgust. He could not blame them ... he hated gay people.

Max ran up to a nearby couple, 'It's not me! I hate gay people! You've got to believe me! I hate gay people!' he yelled. The looks on the faces of the people did not change.

Max fled home.

He spent the rest of the day thinking things out. Clearly the article was grossly incorrect ... blatant lies. He read it a hundred times. It described in graphic detail some of the acts he was supposed to have engaged in with the Prime Minister. They were repulsive to him, he felt his stomach churn. There had to be some mistake. But the article seem so sure, it mentioned his name, his age, some of the most intimate details of his life. There was even a grainy photo that may or may not have been him proffering his bum for the PM.

Max decided on a course of action. He had to get the PM to deny the whole story. The papers would listen to the leader of the country, he reasoned. I have to get the PM to deny it all. He looked at the paper, according to the report, the PM was booked to give a large speech at the University tonight. Max remembered ... most of his friends from his science course were going. At last there was some good news, he could get to meet the PM before the speech, explain the situation, and then the man could added a bit to his introduction, exonerating Max of any and all homosexual activity.

He looked at his watch. The speech started in twenty minutes! Max swore. He grabbed his jacket and ran out of his house, not even bothering to close the front door.

He arrived at the huge theatre ten minutes later. Hundreds of people were slowly filing in. Max ran to the rear entrance only to be stopped by a security guard.

'I'm sorry son, but no-one can go in while the Prime Minister is here.'

Max hopped up and down impatiently, 'I've got to see the PM. It's a matter of life or death.'

The security seemed about to say 'no', but then looked closely at Max.

'Hey! You're Max ... the PM's ...'

'Don't say it. Please, can you let me in?'

The security guard seemed to consider it for a minute, 'I will ... if you kiss me ... on the lips.'

Max's mouth dropped open. He felt his cheeks flare up again. The humiliation was almost unbearable, but he only had five minutes. He swallowed his pride. He was large, but the security guard was huge, and Max had to stand on his tip-toes to reach. He had intended a quick peck, but the guard had other ideas, he grabbed Max's head and held him there, and with his tongue, forced Max's mouth open.

Max heard a camera flash and broke free. He turned to see a reporter taking more photos.

'What a scoop: PM's Gay Lover Has Other Men!'

Max ran past the security guard and on to the stage. The PM was the only one there, preparing for his speech. A large curtain was separating the lectern from the audience, and Max could hear the muffled sounds of the audience settling in.

Max ran up to the Prime Minister and tapped him on the shoulder. The PM turned and looked at Max, 'It's you! The man from the newspaper.'

'You've got to help me, Mister PM, you have to deny that we ever had any kind of relationship.'

The PM nodded, 'Of course, it's a horrible horrible thing the papers do sometimes. Is there anything in particular you want me to say in my speech.'

'Just deny that we have ever met, that we've ever kissed or that we've ever had anal sex.'

The PM nodded, 'But wait, what's anal sex? I can't deny it if I'm not sure what it is.'

Max inwardly groaned. This conservative PM had never even heard of anal sex! He grabbed the PM's hand, 'Okay, well, you place your hand here, around my waist. I drop my pants, you drop yours, I bend over and proffer my bum to you, and then you take your ramrod hard dick and insert it in my arse.' With that, Max dropped his pants. The PM dropped his. Max saw that the PM's dick was limp and rolled his eyes. This PM would never be able to deny they had had sex if he did not even know what it was. Max rubbed the man's dick until it was hard and then bent over so that his bubble-butt was facing the man. The PM grabbed Max and inserted his dick in to Max's hole. Max tried to suppress a groan but couldn't. Soon they both began pumping away.

The PM began to get in to the swing of it, 'Come on, take it up the arse, you pussy!' he commanded as he rode Max.

With a whirr, the curtain began to rise up. The audience began to applaud ... until they saw the PM having anal sex on the stage with Max. There was stunned silence, and all that anyone could hear was the whirr of the video cameras. A few photo cameras started going off.

Max could not resist saying, 'Come on, deeper, deeper! I need you hard cock inside of me!'

Suddenly, he saw the audience watching. He became aware of what he was doing. he began to splutter, 'No ... it's not what ... it's not what it looks like ... I was just ... I'm not ... I'm not ...' But before he could get the word 'gay' out, the PM came, and at the same time so did Max. With a moan, he said, 'Oh my god, that felt so good.'

About a hundred cameras went off. Max was soon very famous, the world over.

part vii

Guy had heard about the antics of his ex-friends from various sources. Guy had seen a video tape of Max. His friends on the football team were all full of praise for Trent. One of his friends had seen Dean at the cafe that fateful day, Simon had last been seen at the beach with a big black dildo sticking out of his arse, and his old friend Jerry was down at the local queer pub trying to get sex.

All up, the punishment book had done an excellent job. It had taken the wishes of its victims and combined them with the worst nightmare they could think of ... in the case of these neo-Nazis, their main fear was pretty much homosexuality.

Guy locked his door and started walking down the street. He was on his way to the library to pick up some books for John, the man in the hospital. He saw the sun glinting through the trees and realised that he had done some good in the world. Five dangerous people had been neutralised. The world was a better place.

That afternoon, when Guy got to the hospital, he found out that John had died from his injuries.