Through the Double Doors

It had to be a trap. Sam was convinced. Why would his parents tell him he was going to sex rehab, but actually put him in some kind of orgy prison?

His cock was at attention. His cock needed attention. But there was no one is the room, so it's not like he was going to get laid...

"Fuck it," Sam thought. "I'm going to have a spine and through that door with my cock... I mean, with my head held high. He absentmindedly stroked his rigid member through his pants as he psyched himself up, but didn't even notice.

Finally, with one last push (and pull) he stepped forward and knocked open both of the double doors with his hands.

Again, he was very surprised by what he saw on the other side. A plush, red room. Comfy red loveseats with white trim on the right. On the left, a plexiglass wall separated part of the room into two dub-chambers. The first was sparse, but had a doctor's examination table. The second looked like the front of a dry cleaner's shop. On the far side of that room was a door. Hanging across the ceiling was giant, hand-painted sign that read, "WELCOME TO CAMP, SLUTS!" in pink letters.

Sam's jaw dropped. He didn't know what to make of it. Luckily, there was finally someone there to direct him. Dr. Vandersloot was standing on a round section at the center of the room was slightly elevated so as to make natural stage for anyone sitting. With him, a short brunette in an extremely tight yellow t-shirt and denim shorts that, even from the front, clearly could not handle the serious bubble butt it was asked to contain. She looked Sam up and down and gasped a little when she centered on his **** erection.

"Ahhh, Mr. Archer! You finally made it," Dr. Vandersloot said. "Welcome to orientation." He looked down and his brow furrowed. "I see that you did not cede to temptation. I knew you would be the most level-headed of the Archers, but I did not expect such... fortitude. That's good," he smirked and shook his head in the affirmative, clearly thinking. "It's a sign of true willpower and the ability to gauge risks and rewards."

Dr. Vandersloot and the brunette stepped down from the platform and towards Sam. "Obviously you must be a bit confused by what you've seen so far," Dr. Vandersloot began to explain. "This is a treatment facility for people with seemingly insatiable sexual needs. And, as the brochure mentioned, the treatment here would be considered extremely unorthodox by any medical or scientific body."

At the word unorthodox, the brunette's right hand drifted from her side to her side to caress her butt. She quickly looked at Dr. Vandersloot, who gave her a quick nod, then resumed eye contact with Sam.

"I say this because I want to highlight that," Vandersloot continued. "while your parents may have been misled, they were not lied to."

"Dr. Vandersloot, sir," Sam interrupted the speech with a stammer. "What are you guys gonna do to me!?"

"Oh my dear boy," Mr Vandersloot chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. Sam was torn between the relative comfort of his words with the heat radiating off of the brunette a couple of steps away, whose DDs were so tightly swaddled by her shirt that they jiggled even when the rest of her body was still. "You're going to have a great time here. I'm sorry for the slipshod way this has all played out for you. Normally we do orientation in large groups and prepare accordingly, but you and your siblings were such promising candidates so I wanted to get you here as soon as possible.

You see, this camp isn't just for compulsive sex addicts, it's for people who's sexual needs are so strong that they cannot properly function in normal society. Our treatment plan, at the simplest level, is overstimulating patients sexually while immersing them in other activities. Eventually, with a little push from closely monitored medication and lots of therapy, everyone reaches a breaking point. For every person, every single man and woman, the thrill of sexual conquests starts to wane at some point and they start focusing on other things in life. Most people go through this as they enter adulthood, or after years of marriage.

Some people, like yourself, who just have very strong libidos, need guided help to push through this unstable period of peak sexual craving until their urges recede to a level tolerable by the general public.

So, to answer your question, we are going to throw you into a summer camp filled with nymphomaniacs and let you all fuck each other until you'd rather make a house out of popsicle sticks."