Jerry, 13, looked at the little pill in his hand. Given to him by his best friend Bill, it was a black-market erection pill that was a descendent of "Viagra," which apparently had been the first of its kind way back at the end of the 20th century.
Jerry had already tried it once, at a sleep-over at Bill's house. With two other friends, they had taken it after lights-out and been amazed at the effects. Apparently the original Viagra, and its legal variants today, allowed erections to happen and last if one were excited. The black-market stuff actually caused an erection, within minutes of ingestion, as well as provoking deeply erotic and pleasurable feelings--a chemical aphrodisiac. For the two or three hours the erection lasted you could masturbate continually. After the first couple of orgasms there wasn't any semen left--not that there was much to begin with at their age--but the chemically induced arousal didn't let up. The boys had stroked and pulled and jerked in a haze of erotic ecstasy they had all found astounding until finally the effects wore off and their little _c_o_c_k_s went soft again. Well, "little _c_o_c_k_s"... all except Bill himself, who, at six-and-a-half inches, dwarfed the others. Jerry had measured his at four-and-a-half when it stood up proudly from the thin little sprouts of pubic hair at its base.
Now Jerry had the house to himself and hesitated: the pill in one hand, a glass of water on his bedside table, and his one porn magazine retrieved from its super-secret hiding place. He wanted to do it, because he remembered how good it felt. On the other hand, his Christian fundamentalist upbringing taught him how wrong it was. His father was a Baptist preacher, a stern disciplinarian. Without being able to say just why, Jerry just knew _s_e_x_ was dirty, playing with yourself was a sin, and as for getting naked and playing with yourself in front of your friends--well, he was afraid he might actually go to hell for that.
But the memory of that sleepover was too strong. He swallowed the pill and waited. Sure enough, very shortly thereafter his penis grew longer and stiff. He quickly took all his clothes off, for he enjoyed being naked, and began to fondle himself as he gazed at the magazine. The pleasure was breathtaking and he came in no time flat. After using a kleenex to clean up the little mess that made, he continued. Over the next forty minutes he came four or five more times, producing nothing but feeling glorious nonetheless. But in his absorption he failed to pay enough heed to what was happening around him. Suddenly he heard footsteps in the hall. He sat up, alert, but too late--the door opened and there stood his father, with his sister Amanda, age 14, behind him.
His mouth dropped in horror and shame. His father's jaw tightened and his eyes bulged as he took in the dirty magazine and his son, clothes off and caught in the act of self-abuse.
His father started to shout about sin and disgrace. Amanda stared, horrified.
His father sat down on Jerry's bed. Suddenly Jerry found himself face down over his father's lap, his naked bottom in position for a good spanking.
He realized anxiously that his erection hadn't subsided in the least. Not only that, but the waves of lustful pleasure he had been experiencing continued. The pressure of his rigid penis against his father's lap felt as good as his hand's regular stroking had. And yet simultaneously, he was afraid of the punishment he was about to receive, racked with shame and guilt, and severely embarassed that his sister was seeing all this.
He gasped as his father's big, hard hand came down the first time. The pain was electric and he immediately began to cry. He was spanked again, and again. His father was furious and spanking him hard. He squirmed involuntarily to escape the blows, but his father held him down firmly. He bucked and writhed on his father's lap, the spanking going on hard and loud against his naked buttocks. Amid the cries he gave a curious moan, for his movement had continued to stimulate his erection, and he had reached an intense orgasm.
When the pleasure subsided he was immediately aware again of the palm of his father's hand cracking painfully against his buttocks. Still crying, still squirming and twisting, his confusion mounted as the pleasure in his penis and balls, relentlessly supplied by the chemical action of the aphrodisiac pill he had taken less than an hour ago, began to grow steadily greater again. As the spanking went on without stopping, Jerry came again against his father's legs.
"Please, Daddy, stop!" he cried. His father shouted hoarse recriminations. He didn't stop. Wailing with pain and pleasure simultaneously, Jerry concentrated on the pleasure and soon reached another synthetic orgasm.
By the time the punishment was over Jerry, unbeknownst to anyone but himself, had come no less than five times in as many minutes. His bottom was ablaze, a dusky red, and his penis was equally red and as stiff as ever.
Jerry lay on his stomach on his bed, his head buried in the pillow, bawling. His father and sister left the room. Slowly he calmed down, and the throbbing in his backside lessened. Eventually he began to rub his hard-on against the mattress. God, it felt good, despite his sore bottom and his disgrace. He rolled over and grasped his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, jerking off as he replayed in his head the bizarre scene that had just occurred. He felt relieved, in a way, that his sinfulness had been punished. At the same time, the sinfulness had continued. It felt right, somehow, that the sin should be punished at the same time it was happening. He moaned softly as he felt another orgasm approaching.
And this was when he was when his father walked in again. Propping himself up on one elbow, Jerry watched as his father's face flushed red, and a vein stand out on his forehead. Amanda appeared in the doorway, eyes bright. Jerry took a deep, shuddering breath as his father, looking straight at him and narrowing his eyes, began to unbuckle his heavy leather belt.