Last year MMSA Stories ran several instalments of a saga loosely based on things that happened when I was a (very disobedient) kid. The hero was cute young Zack, and they concerned his misadventures with his teacher, the cruel but fair Mr Burke. I'm still getting requests for more -so here's another tale. It makes reasonable sense on its own, or you can read the earlier chapters right here on MMSA Stories Archive (just click on the author link at the end of the story).
Zack 4 : A Good Dose of Medicine
"How's our boy?" Burke asked the school nurse in the corridor outside the infirmary.
"Frankly Mr Burke, I can find nothing wrong with young Zack. Afebrile, no signs of cold or flu, or anything else really, except perhaps lack of sleep. He's probably malingering, but better safe than sorry. He's not one of my regular shirkers, so I let him stay. He's been snoozing most of the afternoon. His parents can decide whether to take him to the doctor or not. Did you manage to contact them? When are they coming to pick him up?"
"His mother's currently overseas but I've finally managed to reach his father. He's can't make it here, so I'm dropping Zack home. They live just down the road from me," replied the teacher.
"Great. Come on in. He's all yours. And I can lock up and get away on time for once."
"Up you get Zack. Time to go home."
If Burke had any doubts about Zack's ongoing robust health they were dispelled by the boy's reaction and attitude when he and Sister entered the small infirmary dormitory. Zack didn't make eye contact. He sat up on the side of the bed, pulled on his sneakers, yawned, then stood up; all the while hiding behind his floppy blond hair.
"Go and get your things from the home room. I'll meet you at my car. Move!!!"
"Yes Sir," Zack mumbled in reply and scurried out of the room.
"Guilty as all hell," said Burke and laughed.
"Some boys you can read like a book," chuckled Sister.
The drive to Burke's house took place in silence. As he parked the car Burke finally spoke, "Apparently you're sick Zack." Silence. "I'd like to know what's wrong with you." Silence "I rang your father..."
Zack suddenly spoke up, "You didn't have to do that."
"Yes I did Zack. Any time a boy is ill we notify the parents. And I told him I would ring him again once I knew how sick you really are."
"So, I'm OK now," said Zack sullenly. "He's going out again after work tonight. He's only got another week of being single and he's making the most of it. He won't want to come home to look after me. I'm wasn't that sick anyway."
"So, I'll tell him, 'Maybe a bit sick earlier, but much better now'," said Burke, opening the front door. "You can go to the small study, change out of your school clothes and prepare yourself for a discussion about malingering. I've a couple of phone calls to make."
The small study was a spartan room off Burke's bedroom. Whenever Zack stayed, it was his room. It had a single bed, a desk and a cupboard. Inside the left side of the cupboard were the clothes he wore when visiting. He selected a pair of brief cotton shorts that he knew were really tight fitting and a cut-off singlet that was also too small.
Once dressed he checked himself out in the mirror on the wardrobe door. Tall perhaps for his age, he'd lost all the puppy fat that had worried him a year or two ago. Not much yet in the way of pecs or abs, but a very flat tummy on full display from his lower chest to his hips. It wasn't an outfit he'd wear anywhere in public, but Burke was right, these sort of clothes did make him look real _s_e_x_y. His brown legs went right up to his butt which was curved nice and round. He could see his brief green cotton briefs through the thin shorts and there was a tasty-looking bulge at the front. He adjusted himself to make it all stick out more. That felt good. And looked _s_e_x_y. He kept his hand down there, playing with himself, admiring himself in the mirror, getting hornier and hornier.
He didn't hear Burke approach or notice him standing in the doorway watching.
"You really can't control yourself, can you?" said Burke quietly.
"SS...Sorry Sir," Zack stammered, blushed, and quickly pulled his hand out of his shorts. "I was just..."
"Hands on head and face me," snapped Burke, entering the room and sitting on the bed. He looked Zack up and down, and liked what he saw, but his voice didn't soften. "OK, time for the truth. Tell me what went on today, and exactly how and where you felt ill."
"I was feeling a bit off Sir," said Zack, but still wouldn't make eye contact. "Off colour, maybe... Not really sick."
"You've been worrying people and wasting their time. The sister's, mine and your father's. He was with an important client. It took his secretary all afternoon to track down the bar they were at. A lot of people have been put out, Zack."
"I'm sorry Sir. I've been up real late all week. Dad has this friend he's been seeing while my mother is away and he doesn't get home till way late, so I've been staying up, watching cable, playing games and stuff. Today I was bored, I suppose. And real tired. And I just thought if I said I felt sick I could go and have a nap. I didn't think it would be a problem. I'm sorry for jerking everyone around."
"Not as sorry as you're going to be. Open the wardrobe door."
The left side of the wardrobe was where Burke kept the implements and devices he frequently used on Zack. There was a rack on the inside of the door and lined up on it like pool cues were the canes, ranging from the short whippy stinger to the big Singapore Special. On one shelf were the riding crop, belts, strop and tawse; on another, plugs, _d_i_l_d_o_s and creams. The bottom two shelves held a variety of straps, belts, rope, clips and other bits and pieces.
"Four doses of punishment," said Burke, "One for each of the four people affected by your malingering. Sister, your dad, his secretary and me. Does that seem fair to you, Zack?"
"Yes Sir," the boy replied honestly and for the first time met Burke's eyes. "That's fair. I didn't think about anyone else. Four people, four doses. That's fair."
"Good. I'll let you select the instrument for each one."
Zack stared at the open wardrobe. Letting him choose never made the punishment any less. Selecting a smaller cane, for example only meant more strokes, and Zack wasn't sure which was worse, six strokes of the big cane or 18 cuts of the whippy one. He finally selected the wide leather strop and offered it respectfully to Burke, who indicated he should place it on the table.
"This one for bothering Sister," said Zack. "She wasn't really busy and I wasn't a problem patient or anything."
"You were merely wasting her time," said Burke. "Next."
Zack selected a short but thick cane and placed it next to the strop. "For Dad. I mean, he wasn't so worried he came to get me, was he?"
"Excuses don't change the punishment Zack. I just spoke to your father again. He's quite relieved you're not ill. He said you can spend the night here and he'll try to be home early to see you tomorrow evening."
"He's probably happy he can spend all night at his new girlfriend's place," said Zack sourly. "He thinks I don't know."
"None of which changes the nature of your misbehaviour or the consequences for you. And anyway, you get to spend the night here. Or would you rather I rang him again and told him to change his plans as I'm sending you home now?"
"No Sir," said Zack. "Please Sir, I'd rather stay here... maybe without being in trouble and needing punishments..."
"Speaking of which..." said Burke, pointing to the wardrobe.
The boy picked out the tawse and placed it on the desk. "For the secretary. Dad can be hard to find when he wants to be."
Burke nodded his approval.
Zack looked at his choice of implements for several drawn out seconds before finally selecting the longest cane. He stood submissively before Burke, the cane balanced across his open palms like an offering, "This one is for you Sir. It's the right one coz you're the person who's been most worried about me, and had to change their plans the most and all."
"It's OK Zack," Burke replied, taking the cane and placing it on the bed. "You're always welcome here. You should have spoken to me earlier this week. I could have sorted something out with your father and you could have stayed here instead of being home alone. At the very least you should have talked to me about what was going on."
"I'm sorry Sir. I didn't think. I was kinda mixed-up and angry, I guess, and not thinking."
Burke stood up and hugged Zack. The boy clung on tight. He was close to tears. Eventually they separated.
Burke placed his hands on Zack's shoulders and said softly, "How about you compose yourself before we begin. Do you want to go and wash your face."
"No Sir. Thanks, but no. Let's just get it over with. I'm ready." Zack hated the anticipation almost as much as the punishment itself.
"Good boy. Into the standing position for the leather strop."
"Bare Sir?"
"No. As you are."
Zack stood, bent over, hands grasping his legs below the knees, head lowered, ready for punishment.
"Legs wider," snapped Burke, grasping the waistband of the shorts and his briefs, then yanking them up higher, revealing even more of Zack's white butt.
"Ready Zack?" Burke liked to draw out the waiting.
"Yes Sir," Zack whimpered.
"This set is for?"
"Wasting Sister's time Sir."
"Correct."
Whack. The strop connected across the middle of Zack's bottom. He yelped, jerked forward but stayed upright. Burke silently counted to ten then let fly again. Over the next couple of minutes he applied another 17 strokes, each one as vicious as the first. And each time Zack cried out. The pain was excruciating, but he managed to stay upright and not move his hands. Moving about unnecessarily or putting his hands in the way during punishment, instantly brought additional strokes.
By the time Burke finished the boy was bawling.
"Stand up straight, get your hair off your face... That's better. A genuine show of tears. Good. I don't think you'll be malingering off to Sister again in a hurry, will you?"
"No Sir," Zack whimpered, and he meant it.
Burke sat down on the bed. "Over here. Face the other way. I want to check out the damage."
Zack turned around and Burke pulled his shorts and thin briefs down to reveal a crimson pair of butt cheeks.
"Step out of your shorts. Kneel here on the bed next to me. Jockey position... That's it, head and chest on the bed, knees wide apart, butt up as high as you can get it for a thrashing from Mr Whippy."
Zack's buttocks felt like they were on fire, but he knew that his punishment had barely begun. He had no idea how many cuts of the whippy cane he was he was about to get, but, if experience was anything to go by, that it would have to be quite a few in order to correct him sufficiently.
Burke stood up, picked up the thin short cane and swished it in the air several times. He gently rubbed Zack's butt cheeks with the other hand, then felt between his legs. The boy's buttocks were burning and he had a raging erection.
"Zack, you've been in this position often enough now to know that in order to do you good a punishment must be a severe. Right?"
"Yes, Sir. I know I really deserve it. I'm ready Sir." He was gripping the bedspread so tightly, his knuckles were white. His chest was as flat as he could get it on the bed. He pushed his buttocks up as high as he could.
"And this set is for?" asked Burke.
"Bothering Dad," came Zack's muffled reply from the bedspread in which his face was buried.
"Unnecessarily," added Burke.
"Unnecessarily, Sir, was the reply.
Burke swished the cane several more times. Then, Crack, he brought it down across the boys red buttocks. It left a thin mark. Soon there were another four above and below it. The sixth cut of the cane, administered with all the force Burke could muster, crossed the five parallel lines. Burke paused. The skin was broken at two of the points where the welts crossed. He put the cane down and sat next to Zack.
"That's enough for now Zack."
Zack rolled over and hugged Burke, sobbing deeply. Burke held the boy tightly with one arm and gently fondled from Zack's buttocks to his genitals with his free hand. The boy still had a fierce erection Once the noise had softened to a whimper, Burke let the boy go. He glanced at his watch.
"We'll leave rest for later. Put your briefs and shorts back on. Then off to the bathroom and wash your face."
While Zack was out of the room, he opened his briefcase, removed the papers and replaced them with a selection of smaller items from the discipline side of the wardrobe. By the time Zack returned he was packed and ready.
"OK. Come on We've an appointment to keep."
"What?" Zack looked surprised.
"I'm taking you to see a doctor. To get you properly checked out. I told your father I would. He shuts at six, so we'd better get a move on."
A look of panic came over Zack's face, "Can I just change back into my uniform Sir? It'll only take a second. This is a bit... undressed... for going outside."
"No way. Come on, let's go."
Zack opened his mouth as if preparing to argue the point, then shut it quickly. Disputing an order most often only lead to instant corrective discipline and his butt was already stinging from what he had just received.
As if the short walk from the car to the doctor's office was not enough, the reception area, with six or seven people blatantly checking out the latest arrivals, as bored waiting people tend to do, made Zack really blush. The sneer on one, a young skater a bandaged arm, was obvious to read. Zack, with his blond long hair, brief shorts and cut-off top was obviously a sissy or a complete dork, probably both.
Zack quickly sat down. He was worried that there were visible red marks at the top of his legs. Self-consciously he picked up a magazine and hid behind it, pretending to read. Burke casually chatted with the receptionist then sat down next to Zack, amused by the boy's uneasiness.
The seconds ticked by slowly and the waiting room emptied as one by one the occupants were called by the receptionist and escorted inside, then came out, paid and left. Eventually Burke and Zack were the only ones left.
"I'll expect you to be on your very best behaviour here," said Burke quietly to Zack. "You'll behave for the doctor as you do for me, or there will be severe consequences."
"OK Sir."
The inner door opened and a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat came out, his hand resting on the shoulder of the young skater who had sneered at Zack. The two joked with the receptionist before the teenager left. Then receptionist closed down her computer and began packing her handbag.
"Ah Burke," the doctor turned, smiled broadly and shook Burke's hand. "Good to see you again. I'm sending Melanie here home early so we can have a chat and a drink after I've seen to your young lad here... Thanks Melanie. We'll see you tomorrow. I'll lock the windows and set the alarms."
He opened the door for her to leave, shut and locked it behind her, then turned and looked Zack up and down. A tall young lad, shy, nervous, perhaps a bit thin, but it was an athletic body that would soon start filling out. He couldn't help noting his cute round bottom and the outline of his briefs beneath a pair of impossibly brief tight shorts.
"Where DO you find them Burke?" he asked and laughed.
"The boy or the shorts?" asked Burke in reply.
"Either, both..." The doctor coughed and tried to look serious, "Good evening young man, I'm Doctor Benway."
Zack offered his hand, "Good evening Sir. I'm Zack."
"Well young Zack, you'd better come on through and let me take a good look at you."
It was a large room, old-fashioned and cozy in comparison to the sterile reception area; a big sofa, dark wooden cabinets with leather bound volumes, an examination couch, an antique Chinese screen and a huge cedar desk, with a comfortable arm chair behind it and two less impressive chairs facing it.
Benway gestured to one as he sat down in the other, "Have a seat."
"Thanks," said Burke, and did.
Zack didn't want to sit way over on the sofa, nor did he think he should sit in the doctor's chair on the other side of the desk, so he stood, shuffling his feet, hands behind his back, waiting.
"So Burke, what's the problem with this young boy?"
"Zack spent the afternoon malingering in the school infirmary. He now says nothing's wrong with him that a good sleep wouldn't cure, and I suspect that's true, but I'd like your opinion."
Benway spent the next ten minutes carefully examining Zack's eyes, ears, nose and throat. He listening to Zack's chest with the stethoscope. He examined and squeezed Zack's large hairless nipples which were already erect. Zack squirmed, then stood still when he saw Burke's glare.
Benway asked questions about everything from his diet to his sleeping habits. Zack cooperated and answered honestly.
"Well Zack, nothing obviously wrong with you above the waist. Your nipples are a bit big for a boy of your age, but there's nothing wrong with them. Quite sensitive too, which is ... interesting. Anyway, you're a fine healthy specimen so far. Peel those shorts off and I'll examine the rest of you." He sat back down in the chair and beckoned the boy to approach him.
Zack stood between the doctor's legs in nothing but his faded green briefs. Benway tugged the underpants down at the front and began to carefully examine Zack's genitals. He pulled the foreskin to and fro, cupped his balls and asked Zack to cough then jiggled and squeezed his balls quite hard.
Zack began to get an erection. Benway smiled and flicked at it disinterestedly which only made it harder. Zack could feel himself blushing.
"Your boy is very easily aroused," Benway said to Burke. "I wasn't even trying."
"He likes being played with," Burke replied. "Don't you Zack?"
"Yes Sir." Zack mumbled.
"And do you play with yourself a lot, boy?" Benway asked Zack, flicking at his full erection.
"A bit," Zack responded, blushing even more.
"A lot," said Burke. "I even caught him at it this afternoon."
"Nothing to be guilty about," said Benway and pulled the briefs half up, leaving the head of Zack's erection poking out. "Burke, you mentioned a problem with his anus when you rang. What's that all about."
"He's really tight. He needs to be _f_u_c_k_ed but he just can't take it. The first time I persevered until I came, because it was his first time, and I thought that once he got over the discomfort, he'd really like it. But the pain got worse as we continued. It's been the same each time I've had him since then. I've been making him wear a small butt plug, hoping that will loosen him up, but it's still a problem doctor. I'd prefer he enjoyed it and I don't want to damage him internally."
"Over to my examination table, Zack, and let's have a look," said Benway, pointing the way.
Zack walked to the table and, without being asked, dropped his briefs and climbed up, kneeling with his knees wide apart, facing the wall. He then assumed the jockey position, chest flat on the surface with his firm round butt raised high in the air.
Burke gestured at Zack, "Your patient awaits doctor."
Benway smiled back, "Thank you Mr Burke. I really would love to know where you find them" He approached the table. Zack obviously liked wearing brief Speedos. Their outline was plain to see, contrasting with his long deeply tanned legs.
"Someone's been a naughty boy, haven't they?" said Benway. Zack's cute white bubble butt was still crimson red in places with several wide welt marks on the right cheek. On top of that were five clear parallel lines crossed by one diagonal. "I'd say a belt then a thin cane, correct?"
Silence.
"Answer the doctor Zack," barked Burke.
"Yes Sir," came the boy's reply.
"And tell the doctor why," said Burke.
"For wasting people's time by malingering."
"Hopefully you've learned your lesson," said the doctor, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves.
"Not all of it," said Zack woefully. "There's still the tawse and the cane to go."
"A slow learner," said Benway, coating three fingers in lubricant.
"Yes Sir, that's what Mr Burke says too."
Zack's balls and the crevice behind them were almost hairless but it was a reasonable sized, cut _c_o_c_k_, growing larger as Benway gently rubbed lubricant around the boy's exposed anal lips. Without being asked, Zack parted his legs wider.
"OK Zack, I'm just going to insert one finger to feel for any problems. I want you to breathe deeply and concentrate on relaxing for me."
Benway was only as far as the second joint when Zack began making sounds of pain. He pulled his finger back out and removed the glove.
"You're right Burke. He's very tight... It could merely be that he's very tense but it could be something serious. I need to have a look. What I'd like to do is give him a muscle relaxant, then I should be able to insert the proctoscope and see right up him."
"Go ahead," said Burke. "I have his parents' consent from when he stayed with me last time."
Benway prepared then injected a large needle into Zack's raised butt. "Don't move about," he told the boy. "Maintain this position and concentrate on breathing deeply and relaxing Zack. This will only take a minute or so to work... Long enough for me to pour a couple of drinks."
The two men sat sipping scotch quietly chatting and admiring the view.
Zack wasn't listening to what they were saying. He was breathing deeply, eyes shut tight, concentrating on keeping his butt raised and waiting to see what the injection would do. Nothing. He felt tired. That was normal. Lazy bones tired. And it was an effort not to move. An effort not to slide down into a more comfortable position. To flop down and snooze awhile, feeling all snug and content. Far too much of an effort....
SLAP. Zack jerked in surprise and lifted his butt back up.
"That's better," said Burke.
"I'll try again," said Benway, pulling on gloves. "Just one finger, relax yourself, like you're taking a big dump, and keep breathing slowly and deeply."
He winked at Burke, lubricated three fingers and slowly pushed them deep into Zack. Zack moaned loudly. Benway stopped.
"Painful?"
"No Doctor Sir," Zack slurred, "It's weird, real nice but weird. I like it. A lot. Please Sir, don't take it out."
But Benway did, replacing it with an L-shaped device with two long curved bills which slid straight in. As he turned the screw on the handle, the bills separated, opening Zack's anus right up.
"You say something the moment it starts hurting," said Benway.
"OK Doc, but so far it only feels good. Really good." He slipped his hand between his legs and began playing with his erection.
"Hands off," barked Burke, then added for the doctor's benefit, "Unless you want a sperm specimen. He's got the shortest fuse I've ever seen."
"Not yet," said Benway, handing Burke the small torch, "Here, take a look."
Zack's hole was now spread open wide enough to roll a pool ball in.
"A perfectly healthy-looking rectum. No signs of injury or damage. He only needed to be relaxed enough. Any pain Zack?"
"No Sir," moaned Zack. "Only pleasure... "
Benway closed the proctoscope and slowly slid it out.
"Please Doctor, put it back... Please Sir," Zack begged.
"It's OK Zack. I'm going to check your prostate gland. I have a feeling you'll like that even more," said Benway as he slid his digit up the panting boy's hole.
The doctor was right. Zack loved it and couldn't stop grunting with delight. His hand slipped back to his _c_o_c_k_ and he began rubbing furiously.
"I said hands off," snapped Burke.
"I'm sorry Sir," Zack moaned.
"Not as sorry as you'll be if it happens again," said Burke and opened his briefcase. "You promised you'd be obedient."
Benway slid his digit out. "A very healthy functional prostate," he announced. Burke offered him the open briefcase. Benway selected a long flexi-_d_i_l_d_o_, greased it then began slowly inserting it into Zack.
"Burke has told me about you being special Zack. It's time for you to learn more about yourself. Your prostate Zack is what gets stimulated when special boys like you have _s_e_x_. In your case, it gets very stimulated" he smiled at the boy. "I predict that in years to come you and your healthy prostate are going to give a lot of pleasure to a lot of men. Starting with Mr Burke here. But for that to happen, you have to learn to relax the muscles at the opening."
"I'll learn Sir," said Zack eagerly, "Believe me, for once I'm really motivated to learn."
Benway turned the dial at the base of the _d_i_l_d_o_ and it began quietly vibrating. Zack started moaning in pleasure and once again he couldn't stop himself, his hand slipped between his legs and he began playing with his erection.
"You were warned Zack," said Burke. "Lucky I brought the tawse. I had a feeling it might be needed."
"I'm sorry Sir. I've never felt this good before. Never Sir. I really want to cum Sir."
"You'll cum when I say you can cum. Meanwhile, we'd better turn you over so we can see exactly where your hands are."
The two helped Zack onto his back, legs wide apart, knees up, the _d_i_l_d_o_ deep inside him.
"Prepare yourself for correction," said Burke, holding the tawse up for the boy to see.
The tawse was 18 inches long, about as wide as a ruler and made of very thick leather. The end was split in two, so that when administered each stroke had the effect of two separate lashes. Zack found the pain it caused excruciating. It hurt deep like the strap or the strop but the tips were like double bites of a thick cane, the worst of both worlds. After the largest cane, it was the one instrument he feared and respected the most.
Burke understood this. He placed the tawse in front of Zack's face. The doctor watched, slightly astonished, as Zack began kissing and licking its thick tips.
"That's it boy, slobber for me, get it nice and wet for me boy," said Burke, and explained to Benway, "I told him it stings more when it's wet. Would you like administer some correction?"
"I'd rather watch and feel," said Benway. He peeled off his gloves and stood to one side.
Burke stepped between Zack's opened legs, checked that the tawse was wet enough, then pushed the _d_i_l_d_o_ further in, turned its knob to max and wedged it against the bench so that it wouldn't slide out.
Zack was whimpering and gasping, his head back, his mouth open wide. Benway put four fingers onto his tongue and Zack began to lick and suck on them energetically. With his other hand, Benway began fondling Zack's rigid erection.
"Go easy on him down there or it'll be over too soon," warned Burke, "I'll flog him till he cums. Sound good you Zack?"
"Yes Sir. I'm ready for it Sir. Nice and hard Sir. That's what I want Sir."
Burke didn't hold back. He brutally applied the tawse up and down the boy's supple thighs. First the left thigh, then the right. Zack moaned loudly, his saliva covering the doctor's hand. The doctor began jerking him harder. When it was obvious that Zack was close to orgasm Burke hit as hard and as fast as he could.
Zack came with deep loud gasp, arching his back up then collapsing down. Burke dropped the tawse and he and Benway helped the exhausted lad to stretch out on the bench.
"Wow," was all Zack could say, still panting, glistening with sweat and his eyes wide open with amazement at the sheer intensity of what had just happened.
Benway carefully removed the _d_i_l_d_o_, and placed a pillow under Zack's head.
Zack grabbed Burke's hand, "I'm sorry Sir. Really sorry. Those times when you did me, you know, screwed me, and it hurt a lot, and you kept on saying I should, like, you know, like having something up there, and should be getting off on it... Well I wasn't and I didn't really believe you, I thought it was coz you wanted a screw and well, Sir you were right. I do like it. I like it a lot Sir. And I should have trusted you more." He kissed Burke's hand.
Benway began rubbing cream into Zack's thighs. They were very tender, each patterned with the unique twin bite marks of the tawse. "I'll give you a script for this ointment Burke, it will reduce swelling and bruising."
"It's a shame I'm not into administering injections," said Burke. "Some of that relaxant would be useful."
"It comes in tablet form," said Benway, "takes a bit longer to come on, but the effect is the same. I'll write you a script but I don't think you'll need to use it for long. He's already learned a lot about how to relax those muscles."
"A million thanks," said Burke. "I appreciate what you've done. We both do."
Zack squeezed the doctor's hand and smiled up at him, "Thank you Doctor Sir. From the bottom of my... well, me and my bottom say thanks Sir."
"My pleasure," replied Benway, "And I mean it. Any time you need or want me, just call. For you pair I'd even make a house call."
"Or if you'd rather have him to yourself for a night, that's OK," said Burke. "I think he'd enjoy totally satisfying you, your place or mine."
"It's a deal."
While Benway wrote the scripts, Zack got up and began dressing. He felt a bit wobbly, and his butt and thighs were sore, but over-all, he decided to himself, it was all more than well worth it.
As they were leaving Burke asked Benway how long the injection would last.
"It should be well half out of his system by morning, as good as gone by tomorrow evening."
"Great," said Burke with a glint in his eye, "We've some unfinished business tonight, and I don't just mean his appointment with the Singapore cane."
Zack lead the way out of the building. He was keen to get home and get started.
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