Hiya kids! Well it looks as if there are one or two stories from the Peril Digest days left to be published. Here is part one. Drawings to follow...
-Christuffer
Ray’s Nerdy Neighbor
Ray had always been a friendly guy, though he
usually had only one male friend at a time. Raised by his frail mother and an only child, he’d always
acted a bit apologetic for imposing his size and the bulging muscles he’d
developed playing sports and such, but that didn’t stop him from trying to make
friends, and that was the problem now that he had moved to his new apartment in
Brooklyn: Ray couldn’t seem to make a friend with any of the other guys in the
old apartment house or on the block even.
The fact was that the last two years, working
in building trades and construction, had done little to diminish the heroic
build young Ray Demetriou now possessed, so that even a competitive muscle-head
might find his 6’4” 250 lb. frame intimidating. His handsome dark features, black curly hair, and arctic
blue eyes did not help the situation either. Failure to launch, you say? At 26 years old, Raimond Achilles Demetriou Jr. had never
slept with a girl, been on a date, or even tried to ask a girl out, but that
perhaps had more to do with his near-constant obsession with “finding a real
friend or little buddy” first. It
wasn’t that girls weren’t “interesting”, it was that the gentle giant felt it
his sworn duty to help others first…
You see, not only was Ray always trying to be
friendly, but he always wanted to be playing the role of “protector and friend”
to smaller guys, especially a smaller guy who might be into science, science
fiction, comic books: that kind of stuff…A sort of weaker side-kick. Although he was completely unaware of
it, Ray Demetriou had a profound superhero complex bordering on obsession,
associated with an inner drive to shelter or protect a smaller buddy or
side-kick from “danger”. As a
result, nearly every male friend Ray would try to make would quickly tire of
his eager beaver attitude, groping paws and arms, bear hugs, and overbearing
presence at parties, the movies, or anyplace in public that Ray thought “danger
might be lurking”. That was usually
the line that convinced any potential friend of Ray’s that he was bonkers. Not gay, not a psycho or even a
stalker: just plain bonkers from Mars…or maybe Krypton.
And regarding the gay thing…
Just after his mom had died, Ray was living in
the family house in Kew Gardens alone and commuting to Manhattan to carry
bricks and mix mud for a stone mason when one of his little buddy attempts (unbeknownst to Ray)
had been with a little gay dude from Astoria. Personal trainer and event planner, Evangelos Pappas had been quite swept
off his feet when he had first met Ray riding on the A Train after work. Two weeks into their friendship, while watching an
action film on Ray’s couch, the little Greek had tried to pull Ray into a
neck-lock for a kiss, which Ray misinterpreted as an invitation wrestle: just
one of the many high school sports Ray had excelled at. An excited Ray Demetriou wrapped his
huge arms around Evangelos trim body and began to squeeze the small dude in a
massive bear hug combined with a grapevine leg lock…Evangelos also
misinterpreted the now rapidly unfolding action, thinking Ray was actually
trying to kill him in a homophobic rage and began to squirm and struggle in
earnest while wrapped in the python-like arms of Ray Demetrios and suddenly passing-out
in a fit of Greek pique, like some swooning maiden about to be devoured by the
dragon.
When Evan awoke on Ray’s couch with the
gigantic muscleman looming over him, the frightened lad leapt to his feet, fled
the old house, and never looked-back.
Ray was sad for a week, thinking that he had done something to hurt
Evan’s feelings since Evan never returned his numerous calls and lengthy
messages of apology. Finally the
number was disconnected and that was Ray all alone again. A year later Ray had sold the family
house, invested the money with a High School friend on Wall Street, and moved
to a building in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn for a fresh start. Stone masonry being an on again off
again occupation, Ray had planned to take the winter off to get his life in
order, make new friends, work-out, and other stuff like that.
It had been six or more weeks since Ray had
moved to the one-bedroom studio on the sixth floor with no new friend…Here he
was, on the first night of three months of leave, still was stuck at home every
night reading comic books, watching crappy action flicks and slinging his
kettle bell weights around the apartment like and loony baggage handler at
LaGuardia. The noise of the
weights clanging together is probably what brought the nerdy neighbor to Ray’s
door in the first place: The red-faced young neighbor looked furious as he
stood on Ray’s doorstep, glaring up at the grinning, towering, Ray
Demetriou. The compact blond man
was there to unleash a string of complaints regarding Ray’s choice of loud
action movies, his thunderous work boots on the stairs, and asking if like
Quasimodo, Ray had a bell tower in his apartment. It was clear the man was upset, and most people would have
braced for the tongue-lashing to come, but for Ray’s brain this the little
blond man on his doorstep was like a dream of brotherly love at first sight.
At 27 years of age, Dr. Simon Hedgrenn PHD
stood barely 5’2” tall, with a shock of white-blond hair, cut long on the top
and shaved to almost bare skin on the sides. His jet-black glasses set off his pale complexion and
squared Scandinavian features, and the white t-shirt and blue jeans the man
wore revealed a gym-toned body. In
spite of his size, the neighbor was in very good physical condition. This, in spite of the aura of helpless
“nerd” Ray could almost feel coming out of the guy. Of course, the blindingly white lab coat Hedgrenn was wearing
over a Wally Cleaver 1950s uniform of t-shirt, thick glasses, black loafers,
and classic Levi-Strauss dungarees, did much to complete the picture. It was almost as if Ray had custom
ordered this neighbor and delivery had been made to his front door.
The glasses and lab coat really gave the man a
mad-scientist look straight out of a 1950s horror movie. Before his neighbor could speak, Ray
grinned his best big toothy
superhero grin at the little red-faced man, stuck his huge paw out, and
asked in his kindest voice: “Hi!
Ummm…hey, you’re my neighbor the doctor right? The one who bought all three of the other
apartments on this floor and hooked them up?” “Gee, it’s great to meet ya!” the big man gushed, still
oblivious to the red blotches standing out on Hedgrenn’s pale cheeks. But just as it appeared the neighbor
was about to explode, an odd look passed across the small man’s face, as if
another more pressing thought or idea had infiltrated his juggernaut of
neighborly nagging, causing it to lose steam just before launch.
After a moment’s hesitation the compact man
took Ray’s offered hand, looked up to a towering Ray Demetriou and said: “Ah,
yes, excuse me, but yes, I am your neighbor on this floor, Dr. Simon
Hedgrenn. I specialize in
bio-chemical research with an emphasis on human behavior modification, but of course
that is of no consequence to you…Look, I am sorry to disturb your musical
practice, tap dancing, or boxing, or whatever it is you do at night, but I seem
to have a little trouble with my hot water next door and I was wondering if you
had the same problem?” The young
doctor was peering over the top of his think black glasses at Ray as he spoke,
giving Ray the slightly uncomfortable feeling that he had come to the door
stark naked, suddenly glancing down just to be sure that was not the case. It wasn’t. Still, Ray could not get over the fact that the little man
seemed to be looking through him as much as at him. Ray gave it little thought. It made little difference to Ray
Demetriou: He had finally found his new little buddy!
The smaller man cleared his throat, startling
Ray, who had been standing there in the door, spaced-out, lost in his obsessive
pursuit of a pal to protect.
Suddenly Ray blushed a deep red at being caught daydreamong like that,
and before he could think about what he was doing, Demetriou pulled the man
over the threshold and into his small studio before leaning out into and
glancing down the obviously empty corridor and raising one silky black eyebrow
in a circumspect glance that would have put Clark Kent to shame any day of the
week. The door slammed hard enough
to make the chimes ring, but aside from the two neighbors now getting
acquainted, there was not a single soul was on the 6th floor to hear
it or witness their meeting.
It took more than a small effort for Dr. Simon
Hedgrenn PHD to cover his reaction to the
sight that greeted him upon being dragged into Ray Demetriou’s small
studio: It was full of odd-shaped metal weights of varying sizes, an enormous
flat-screened television connected to a white lap-top computer, a sink full of
dead dishes, and what appeared to be two easy chairs and a couch, although none
of the furniture was visible for the heaps and dozens of pairs of bluejeans,
white wife beater t-shirts, insulated socks, old work boots, and plain work
shirts in only two colors: pale blue and fire-engine red. Without releasing his grip on the
doctor’s hand, Ray had guided his blond neighbor to the invisible couch,
swatting aside a drift of work clothes and depositing the smaller man in the
gap he’d just made at one end. Ray
moved to the window, leaving the doctor like a bag of groceries on the
clothing-engulfed couch. Needless
to say the drift of shirts and jeans immediately tumbled back upon the man,
nearly burying him in the process.
As the young doctor cleared away the clothing
covering his lap, he became acutely aware of two things. One, that contrary to the sea of
unwashed working-mans clothing in the place, the aroma of the tiny apartment
was like some amazing spice or scent with tinges of pine needles and cedar-wood
mixed with beeswax, leather and a potent masculine musk that made the fine
blond hairs on Dr. Simon Hedgrenn’s neck rise as his flaring nostrils took in
Ray Demetriou’s pheromonic male stink.
(Other things were rising as well, but the doctor quickly covered that
with a pair of Ray’s bluejeans, adjusting himself to the sudden arrival of his
erection.) The second thing Dr.
Hedgrenn took note of was the outline and especially the backside of Ray
Demetriou as he had now turned away headed for the sink to test the hot
water. Hedgrenn’s breath caught in
his throat at the view: twin mounds of gluteus maximus wrestled with one
another for supremacy beneath the threadbare blue fabric of Demetriou’s
skin-tight bluejeans. It appeared
that the only thing keeping these globes of muscular magic in check was the
ultra tight pair of white briefs showing through, beneath the faded
dungarees. Through it all Ray had
been babbling on and on as to how he was so glad to meet the doctor, that he
had no family left, or friends in his new neighborhood, and how that was a drag
since he had just told his stonemason boss that he was taking the next three
months off to “get his head together” and paid up his rent and bills through
the middle of March…
Time slowed to a hypnotic trickle for young
Dr. Hedgrenn as he listened to the young man, and came to realize what had to
happen next. The doctor smiled to
himself as a foolproof plan formed in his shrewd mind; meanwhile, his wide
green eyes devoured Ray Demetriou’s remarkable backside, tracing the tapering
v-flare of his latissimus muscles flowing down to the man’s unnaturally narrow
hips, too narrow it seemed to hold Ray’s bulging gluteus muscles. The twin globes capped-off the Greek’s
turgid thighs and calves as they widened into tree-trunks and bowling balls as
his workboot encased feet rooted the mighty oak of a man to any spot he chanced
to occupy. Yes, he will be a
most extraordinary subject, thought the clever neighbor.
The doctor came out of this splendid reverie
as Ray turned and spoke while off-handedly adjusting his jeans-clad bulge
directly at eye level with the seated doctor: “Gee doc, it seems like my
water’s plenty hot!” “Maybe you
got a bum pipe.” Said Ray, with a sheepish grin, “I gotta plumber friend if ya
want him ta have a look!” “Or
maybe I can help you, but I don’t know a whole lot about pipes and such.” Ray’s thick black eyebrows raised in a
sort of apologetic facial shrug that implied he was eager to help, ignorant to
act. A perfect subject, thought the smiling
doctor…
The doctor was so happy with this result he
almost ditched his new-made plan and invited the stunning specimen over to his
place on the spot. But no,
there would be plenty of time for such diversions once this amazing subject was
properly dosed, prepped, conditioned, and of course secured…for the subject’s
own safety, as well as that of Dr. Simon Hedgrenn, he thought. The doctor rose abruptly, thanked a
somewhat dubious Ray Demetriou and departed the premises, replying curtly that,
if Ray were indeed free, the doctor would be very glad to have his assistance
at 6AM tomorrow across the hall.
The doctor had very nearly said “in my lab” which of course would
have spoiled the surprise Hedgrenn hoped he would see on Ray Demetriou’s face
when he awoke to discover the real reason the doctor wanted his company
tomorrow morning. Once again apartment
doors opened and slammed and Ray found himself happily slinging his kettle bell
weights around like the mere toys they were in his strong hands, smiling as he
watched another lousy action flick and thought about helping his new little
buddy in the morning.
Simon Hedgrenn didn’t sleep much that
night. There were many
preparations to be made, equipment to be assembled and tested: some sterilized,
some calibrated, and some merely tested for strength and security. These preparations went on well into
the wee hours until the Dr. performed his final task for the evening: preparing
a small vial of an exceedingly rare plant extract, a slightly pinkish fluid
that was odorless, tasteless, and dosed in very small quantity. Hedgrenn
himself had seen this same formula used on a 400-pound Great Ape:an alpha male
at that. 1/300,000th of
a microgram had put the powerful jungle hominid into a trance-like state of
paralysis in a matter of 30 seconds that lasted for exactly one hour and
fifteen minutes.
During that time the Ape’s semen would then be
“harvested” through “natural means” meaning the specialist on site would
actually masturbate the paralyzed specimen to ejaculation as a part of a study
to determine if harvesting through natural means yielded a better quality sperm
sample, etc. However, an
unexpected side-effect of the drug had cropped-up: Although the drugged
specimen exhibited “enthusiastic” display of semi-conscious sexual arousal, and
even a sort of hypnotic state of euphoric joy, the creature was utterly
incapable of ejaculation in spite of the earnest, almost embarrassing, attempts
on the part of the attending vet to the contrary.
At the end of the allotted time, the
scientists had had to pull back as the creature regained motor control and
rejoined the rest of his hominid troupe in the bush. Follow-up studies showed that although the paralytic effects
of the drug had disappeared with no lingering side effects, the once-dominant
ape had without reason or any obvious power struggle within the troupe males,
become a submissive troupe member, sexually servicing both female AND male
members of the troupe. As time
passed it’s sexual appetites grew nearly unquenchable: That was the point that Dr. Simon
Hedgrenn PHD had begun researching the mysterious plant, it’s narcotic/hypnotic
compounds, and it’s intriguing side effects.
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