Driving up the sweeping driveway, Greg thought to himself that this was probably his last chance. The last chance to have a normal life. Even now, three years later, he could never put the accident completely out of his mind. Every morning waking up it was the first thing that sprang to mind, and it was the last thing that he thought about before dropping off to sleep.
The equation was all too simple. A winding road, a bit of sleet, and a drunk driver added together equaled a month in the hospital and six more of physical therapy. To look at him, a casual observer could not even tell. Tall, blond, strong, and handsome. What could be wrong with that picture?
Greg parked and went inside the imposing brick building.
"Excuse me, but I have an appointment with Dr. Ordover at 2:00."
The attractive young man sitting at the reception desk looked up from some papers and smiled. "Certainly. You must be Mr. Hansen. Let me buzz Dr. Ordover's secretary."
A few minutes later another young man appeared to escort Greg to the doctor's office.
"Excuse me, but is there a men's room I could use first?"
"Certainly, through that door."
Greg entered the men's room, opened a stall, unzipped his pants and sat down on the toilet. Looking down, he saw the stream of pee dribbling out of the tiny stump, all that was left of his penis after the accident. God that's ugly, he thought to himself, just like he always did. Dr. Ordover was his last chance.
...
"Please, sit down in here. The doctor will be with you in a moment."
Greg sat down in a sleek, modern chair and gazed around him at the rich furnishings and expensive decorations. Clearly, the doctor was doing well. Hopefully he was also satisfying clients. After a few moments, a side door opened and a strikingly handsome, dark-haired man who appeared to be in his mid thirties entered the room.
"You must be Greg Hansen," the doctor said, smiling and extending a hand. "I'm terribly sorry that I'm running a little behind."
"That's not a problem. I'm pleased to meet you, Dr. Ordover."
The doctor laughed. "Greg, there's only one rule here, and that is that you need to call me Jack. I like to think of my clients as friends. Can I offer you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or a mineral water?"
"Mineral water would be great." Greg cleared his throat nervously.
After getting the drinks the doctor sat down behind his desk. "So Greg, I have had a chance to review the files that were sent over to me. Let me first say that, on the basis of what I have seen, I think that I will be able to help you. Of course, I will need to examine you myself, but I'm optimistic."
Greg laughed nervously.
"Well, I suppose that's good news."
"Oh, very. But before I examine you, I would like to hear from you about what you are hoping that we can do together. What is your wildest dream?"
"That's easy. I want my dick back. I want to be able to have a normal life, with a wife and kids. I don't know if you have any idea what it has been like. I haven't been with a woman for three years."
"Come on, Greg, that's not very wild! I obviously cannot make any promises, but we might be able to do even better than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Greg, how much do you know about what we do here in the clinic?"
"Well, not very much, to tell you the truth."
"Let me explain it, then. In a nutshell, we have pushed two different medical sciences farther than anyone else: genetic cloning and microsurgery. Starting with a cell of your own body, we can, using an accelerated process, grow a replacement for virtually any part. Then, using microsurgery techniques, we can attach it to your body, virtually seamlessly."
Greg nodded slowly. "So, in effect, you can give my dick back to me."
"At least a cloned copy."
"But then, what did you mean when you said you can do even better than that."
"That, Greg, is a special service. We have the ability to fine-tune your DNA to improve upon the original. How big was your penis before the accident?"
"Seven inches, give or take."
"How would you like eight inches, or even nine? Maybe you had a strange angle that you want to get rid of. Almost anything's possible. In effect, we will let you design the penis that you always wanted."
Greg smiled. "When do we get started?"
...
A week later, Greg was in a good mood as he once again drove up the long driveway. After the initial exam and subsequent genetic testing, all indications were that he was an excellent candidate for penile replacement therapy. All that remained was to complete the DNA design work. A different, equally attractive, young man was sitting at the reception desk this time. After Greg identified himself, the receptionist consulted his computer screen.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Hansen, Dr. Ordover is expecting you in consulting room 1. Let me ring for Ben, and he can take you there."
A few minutes later a tanned, muscular young man appeared.
"Mr. Hansen, please come with me."
At the end of the long corridor, Greg's guide ushered him into a small locker room.
"We'll be leaving our clothes in here," Ben said as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you talking about?"
"Didn't Dr. Ordover explain? In the therapy areas, clothes are not permitted, for anyone."
"Why the hell not?"
"It's part of the clinic's philosophy. Our mission is to promote pride in our bodies, regardless of their shortcomings. Part of achieving that pride is to grow comfortable with showing our bodies."
"Oh." Greg was skeptical, but he began to remove his clothes and stow them in one of the lockers.
Ben turned to Greg. "Are we ready to go?"
Greg nodded wordlessly as he stared at his guide's cock. Quite simply, it was magnificent. Although not erect, it hung impressively long and thick. Following behind Ben, Greg could not help but look down at the remainder of his own dick, which at one time had been of respectable, even slightly above average, size. Now there was almost nothing left.
Dr. Ordover was waiting for them in the consulting room. He was also completely nude, and his flaccid uncut cock was even larger than Ben's, both in length and in girth.
"Greg, it's good to see you again. I see that you've met Ben. He is one of our best technicians, and he is going to be helping with your case. Shall we get started?"
Ordover touched several keys on a computer terminal, and the screen on one wall filled with the images of two penises, one soft and one hard.
"Greg, this is what we are starting with, using the DNA that you gave us last week. Overall, you're a little above average in size, about four inches soft and six and a half hard. Your thickness is also a little above average. One of the things that I like about your dick is shape of the head. It's fat enough that whoever you are inside can really feel it, but it isn't just a round ball stuck on the end of your dick. It has a nice relationship to the shaft."
Greg sat there, nodding wordlessly. It was surreal, seeing part of himself up on the screen, and then looking down and seeing what was still attached to his body.
"Now, this is the circumcised version. You were cut, weren't you? Here is the uncut version." The screen briefly went blank before the display refreshed.
"As you can see, you would have had a pretty long foreskin, if your parents hadn't intervened. That has its plusses and minuses. As you can probably imagine," Ordover looked down at his own cock, "I prefer to have a foreskin. But yours seems to be a little on the long side. Here is another alternative that I prepared."
The picture dissolved and was replaced.
"As you can see, the foreskin is long enough so that just the tip of the head is visible when you are soft, and it is about half visible when you are hard. Until someone rolls it back that is." The doctor grinned at Greg. "I also tightened it up a bit. I think that you'll like a little more pressure on the head when you are hard. What do you think?"
"Dr. Ordover, I mean, Jack, it's just great. If you can really make it work, that would be incredible."
"Oh, don't worry. We'll make it work. What's your feeling about cut versus uncut?"
"No contest there. I don't want to give anything up this time. Let's keep the foreskin."
"And what about size?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, within certain limits we can increase the size. As I said, you are at about six and a half inches now. We could safely go as high, or I guess that I should say as long, as nine inches. To keep the proportions right, I would then take circumference up to six and a half inches. Of course, we don't have to increase the size at all, if you don't want to."
"Is there any way I could get a sense of how the different sizes would look on me?"
"You anticipated my next suggestion. During your examination we took a complete body scan, so I can show you exactly what you'd look like, both hard and soft, with your original dick and then the enhanced version."
Greg was mesmerized by the succession of images, but especially the versions with the enhanced dimensions. After three years with almost nothing between his legs, to be truly hung with a magnificent, powerful cock was an intoxicating thought.
"I think that I've made my decision."
...
Surgery day. Greg was a little nervous, but excited also. He had slept, or at least tried to sleep, the night before in the clinic. All night long his hand kept drifting down to his groin, aching to find the root of his masculinity.
Ben came to his room at 7:00 am sharp to prepare him for the surgery. This amounted to a careful shaving of his pubic region and the attachment of two electrodes to his groin and two more to his temples. Ben explained that this was necessary to ensure the calibration of the nerve impulses. Finally, he administered an injection of a drug that would, Ben stated, aid the acceptance of the transplanted tissue.
"It will also relax you, and possibly make you feel sexually aroused. That is an important part of the procedure."
An hour later, Greg was anesthetized and in place in the operating theater, and the procedure was underway.
...
Three hours later, Ordover was relaxing back in his private office. It appeared that things had gone very well. The accelerated regeneration process would be completed in twenty-four hours, and they would be able to wake Greg up.
"I always look forward to waking them up. Don't you, Ben?"
The doctor looked down at his assistant, who was doing his best to deep throat Ordover's ten inch long cock while jerking his own.
"Unghh."
The doctor laughed. "I'll take that for a yes."
Yes, the procedure had seemed to go flawlessly. The microsurgery was by now becoming old hat, and the sensory response recalibration was almost as reliable. Yes, Greg was going to like his cock when he woke up. But hopefully he would like other cocks as well.
...
"Greg, can you hear me? Greg, it's time to wake up now."
The voice seemed to be coming from the end of a long tunnel. Greg's eyelids fluttered open, and slowly the blurry shapes around him resolved themselves into things and people. On his left he could make out Dr. Ordover, and on his right was Ben.
"Greg, how do you feel?"
Greg smiled weakly. "Like shit."
"Don't worry, the effects of the anesthesia wear off quickly. In fifteen or twenty minutes you'll be OK. Are you ready for the unveiling?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
The doctor pulled back the sheet and blanket, uncovering Greg's smooth, muscular body. Suddenly exposed to the cool air, his brown nipples visibly hardened. Greg's groin area was a mass of bandages.
Using a small scissors, the doctor quickly cut through the fastening straps. His breathing quickened as he slowly pulled back the bandages. All three pairs of eyes were glued to Greg's crotch, from which now protruded a long, thick, perfectly formed uncircumcised cock. Greg's mouth felt dry as paper as he reached down to touch his magnificent new prick. Lightly grasping the foreskin between his thumb and his index finger, he rolled it back, exposing the plum-colored, helmet-shaped head. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, it was so beautiful. Looking up at his doctor, Greg expressed his thanks. "Doctor, this is better than I ever could have imagined. You have no idea how grateful I am."
"I'm just doing my job. And don't be too happy, you haven't gotten my bill yet!"
Greg laughed and then let his gaze wander down the doctor's nude body before coming to rest on his fat cock. At that moment, Greg began to have thoughts and feelings that he had never had before. He wanted to touch the dangling tube of flesh in front of him. Even more, his mouth began to water at the thought of sucking it, feasting on it. And then it happened. Looking down at his own groin, Greg saw that his own giant member was rapidly becoming engorged with blood as it pulsated with desire, a desire that he had never known before.
"It looks like you might need a little help there," Ben said as he lightly stroked his own hardening tool. Greg watched, transfixed, as the handsome young assistant bent over his groin and slowly took the throbbing tool into his mouth.
"Oh my God..." Greg groaned as Ben's full, moist lips moved over his pulsating cockhead and down the rockhard shaft. It was truly the greatest sensation that he had ever experienced. His whole body felt like it was on fire as Ben's head bobbed up and down on his throbbing tool, now slick with saliva.
Looking to his left, Greg saw that Ordover's oversized prick now stood at full mast. In a daze, Greg reached out and grasped the fleshy tip, which was already coated with slippery precum. For the first time in his life, he started to slowly jack another man's cock. And it just happened to be the biggest cock that he had ever seen before. But he wanted even more. He needed even more. Leaning over, Greg guided the doctor's ten-inch prong to his ravenous mouth.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock," the doctor groaned, as he reached down to twist Greg's by now fully erect nipples.
Looking back, Greg couldn't say what pushed him over the edge, whether it was the taste of the doctor's prick, the sudden mauling of his sensitive tits, or the feeling of Ben slurping on his own fleshy tool. But he knew in that instant that he was on his way to the biggest orgasm he had ever felt.
Greg pulled off of the doctor and dropped back against the pillow as he felt his cum-filled balls pull up into a tight package against his body. As he began to moan, Ben moved his greedy mouth off of its fleshy target, and he and the doctor both grasped Greg's pulsating cock and simultaneously stroked. The first blast was a fine spray of cum droplets that rained down on Greg's smooth, tan flesh, but it was soon followed by copious spurts that formed thick pools of sperm where they landed.
As Greg's orgasm subsided, the doctor and Ben both eagerly scooped up Greg's cum, using it to coat their own tools. Jerking rapidly, they aimed their cocks at Greg's naked torso and, using them like jet-powered firehoses, drenched his rippling muscles with blasts of creamy jism.
Two full minutes passed before anyone spoke.
"Well, everything seems to be working fine," Ordover said, smiling as he reached out to give Greg's still-twitching cock a friendly pull. "We'll have to run some more tests, but so far, so good."
"Some more...tests?" Greg asked.
"Yes, it's standard procedure to do a full panel of tests. We want to make sure everything is hooked up O.K."
"But I'm not so sure it is. I mean, this was fun, but I'm not gay."
The doctor frowned. "Nobody said that you were. But you need to be aware that, due to the anti-rejection drugs, you are in a hypersexualized state. That fact, combined with the possibility that you have naturally formed a psychological identification with Ben and me, may lead you to experience some unusual feelings, at least initially. We have seen that in other cases."
"You mean, guys are going to turn me on?"
"At least initially. But, unless there is something latent in your personality, the effect will likely fade over time."
"What do you mean, something latent?"
"Well, it is very unusual that someone is completely straight or completely gay. In your current state, you may just be experiencing some feelings that were there all along." With a little help from us, the doctor added silently, to himself. "In our experience, you move through this phase fastest if you just go with the feelings. In other words, if you want to screw a man, just do it."
Greg was uncertain, but the doctor seemed to know what he was talking about. And clearly the surgery was a success. At this point, he didn't seem to have any alternative but to trust him. Looking down at his body, which was coated with sticky cum, Greg laughed. "OK doc, you're the expert. At the moment, what I think I really need most is a shower."
The doctor smiled. "Of course. Why don't Ben and I let you clean yourself up. If you can wait for just a few minutes, we will send David in to help you. He is the nurse in charge of your case."
Thirty minutes later, Ordover watched on the TV monitor as, in the gleaming white shower room, Greg inserted his revived cock into Nurse David's tight but well-lubricated ass. Ordover, pumping his own cock into Ben's clenching hole, attempted to match his patient stroke for stroke.
"Well, Ben, I think that we've done it again. That man is never going to be able to pass up a hard cock. Chalk another one up for medical science."
THE END