Percentiles Ch. 9 'Tension'

Master Synopsis: Two friends submit to a series of evaluations that always seem to revolve around means and percentiles, and color-coded pills. Oddly, the two of these budding young men begin to react, in different ways, to the medication. A true test of their friendship occurs in the midst of confusing times.

CHAPTER 9: Tension

No matter how much rest Paul got he wasn't able to shake the feeling that he was being belittled more-and-more. He'd already grown accustomed to nightmares revolving around the 39-percentile figure, now add to the mix humiliating losses of control and the tension with Adam...

"I don't even have the willpower to workout!" Paul admitted as he struggled to climb out of bed. 

Not far away in the living room Paul heard the high volume of the TV going... "God, he really doesn't care about keeping quiet for me anymore." 

As Paul stirred awake he thought about all the subtle changes that had taken place since the beginning of Dr. Fry's study. "...Especially Adam, he's acting weird..." 

"...And I swear I've dropped 25-pounds!" Paul wound up feeling himself up in the midst of finding shorts that wouldn't just slide off. Finally he was able to hurry along. "Oh that's right, I have to make breakfast." 

After some food prep, Paul called Adam over from the couch. "Breakfast is ready Adam." Paul felt sick to his stomach after he heard just how feminine his voice had become compared to Adam's. 

Adam did a turn-around, "Bout time!" 

The two ex-friends sat in silence at the kitchen table. Adam was sucking down his food like he'd been starved. Eventually Adam spoke... "Josh will be here soon." 

Josh will be here soon...

Adam got up from the table without excusing himself. "Done." 

"That's it?" Paul sat alone in confusion over Adam's 1) lack of conversation and 2) the mess that'd been assigned by Adam for him to clean up.

"Why's he acting like this?" Paul really got to thinking. "This all started with the pills and that stupid study!" 

Connecting the dots in a sense, Paul rushed into Adam's room...

"Adam! I know what's going on! Dr. Fry gave us those pills and it's changing us... making us not be friends anymore!" 

Adam rose up from the post-meal slumber and fondling session he'd been enjoying...

"What??" Adam sounded groggy, annoyed.

"It's Dr. Fry! He did this to us... my muscle, my dick is smaller!" 

Adam just sorta began nodding his head in disapproval. It appeared as if he was getting annoyed the longer Paul talked. Finally he snapped at Paul...

"Jesus Paul, shut up already! I don't know what the fuck you're talking about---

---Now get the fuck out I'm tryna relax---"

The bang on the front door came on strong. "Come in!" Adam roared at the front door from his bedroom. The door flung open and Josh came bursting through with a 12-pack of beer. 

"Sup dude?"

Adam got up to greet his pal. Paul took a more 'submissive' position in the corner of the room as he made space for the larger guys to move around and greet each other. 

Adam apologized to Josh, "Sorry about my fag roommate here... he was just telling me how small his dick was." 

"Wait, really?" Josh asked in disbelief, briefly looking over at Paul sitting on the edge of Adam's bed.

Josh laughed a bit, then asked, "Is it really small?"

Adam raised his eyebrows and actually expressed an interest in finding out. 

"Haha, let's see it, little Pauly." Adam looked right at Paul's face. 

"Well let's see it!" Adam barked again. 

"Huhh, Ada--?" Paul tried to contest it.

Josh chimed in, "You heard the man. Let's see it!" 

Right there in the middle of Adam's bedroom Paul was at a loss for words. The heat on his face was radiating as he tried to think about what to do. Unfortunately for him, his now delicate pair of hands found themselves moving in the direction of his shorts... lowering them easily. 

"P-please Adam."

Josh cut in, "Dude, just show us your little dick." 

As the shorts slipped off so did Paul's ability to control his wood. In a matter of seconds Paul was growing hard and fighting back the urge to moan. At this point Adam and Josh were manhandling their own crotches as they began chuckling. Adam was reminded of his larger erect percentile size once he saw what Paul was packing...

"Dude my doctor told me I'm in like, the 70's or some-shit for my percent... dude I'm like bigger than most guys." 

Josh laughed a good bit. "Bro, nice. Dude, my doctor told me the same thing!" 

Paul was just about naked now as Josh took evaluation and reported his opinion back to Adam... "Dude bro, your roommate is tiny as fuck." 

Adam smiled and nodded. "Yea I know. He makes breakfast, haha." 

Paul was borderline in tears, yet everything happening to him was turning him on, the 4-inch boner he wore was throbbing each second, yet he refused to touch it. 

Josh went ahead and interrupted the scene to grab Adam's attention. He spoke at a private volume as he got closer to Adam. 

"You gotta watch out, they'll cum on your furniture. They can't control themselves half the time." 

Paul heard bits and pieces... cum ... control... 

Paul's instant thought on the matter was just enough to get his hands touching his dick out of pure arousal. The feelings of his hand...

"I can't control myself?" 

"Cum now?"

"No, I'm not like that!" 

"But..." 

Paul was really getting into the fondling of himself over the next several seconds. 

"NO!"

It hit him so fast, the first blast of cum came along with a loud moan. Both Adam and Josh looked right over. 

"F-FUCK!" Adam yelled, pissed! 

"Get the fuck out of here! You made a mess!" 

...

By the time Paul was secure in his bedroom the reality of the humiliation was setting in. 

"I have got to fix this!"

"I'm getting out of the study!"

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