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The following story contains graphic scenes between a young teen male, other teen males, and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.
Finally, none of my characters practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart.
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Be Careful What You Wish For Part Two by Justin Davis
When Friday came, Jamie once again found himself lying naked on an examination table. This time, however, it wasn't at Dr. Sampson's clinic. The examination table was in a private lab that the doctor maintained in his home. The fact that Jamie was there at all was a result of the long conversation that Dr. Sampson had had with Jamie's parents. Although the doctor had outlined the methods he intended to use to cure Jamie's problem, and the risks involved, he had carefully omitted some of the details, least Jamie's parents be reluctant to approve.
Basically, the plan of treatment outlined to the Bentham's consisted of the injection of testorserone/hormone implants that Dr. Sampson had been experimenting with for some time. He had tried it with lab animals and had had some very interesting results. What the doctor did not tell the Benthams was that there had been no human trials yet. Likewise, he did not tell them that the procedures used to administer and amplify the injections would probably be quite frightening and somewhat painful for Jaime. Moreover, Dr. Sampson did not tell them of the side effects he had noticed in his observations of some of the lab animals.
Jamie shivered slightly as he lay on the examination table waiting for Dr. Sampson to finish whatever he was preparing on the other side of the room. He felt cold and he was hungry. The laxative his mom had given him the night before, as per the doctor's instructions, had purged his insides completely.
Eventually, Dr. Sampson completed his preparations with the last of the instruments he had placed on a metal tray, turned toward his young patient, and moved toward the examination table.
"Jamie, I don't want you to be worried about what I am going to do next," he said reassuringly as he walked toward the naked youth on the table.
"Place your feet in the metal stirrups please," he continued.
Jamie, young teen that he was, had no idea what to expect next.
Obediently, Jamie placed his feet in the metal contraptions at the end of the table. Dr. Sampson immediately bound Jamie's feet to the stirrups with the leather straps that were attached to them and pulled first one, then the other, snug.
"Now Jamie, please grab hold of the metal rings just above your head on both sides of the table," the doctor said matter of factly.
Jamie obeyed and shivered from the cold again as Dr. Sampson bound his left wrist, then his right, to each ring.
Next, Dr. Sampson pulled two ends of a wide belt-like strap across the table and secured it tightly over Jamie's abdomen. In effect, Jamie was now totally immobile on the table. Jamie's breathing became more rapid as he began to wonder and fear what was next. The doctor was quick to pick up on the boy's anxiety.
"Jamie, I will be as gentle as I can with you so don't worry. You do want to be like other boys your age don't you?" He asked as he turned and moved back toward the counter to pick up the tray upon which he had laid out the various instruments he would use.
Dr. Sampson picked up the tray from the counter, turned, then walked toward the examination table. Jamie's eye's immediately became riveted on one large instrument that dominated others on the tray.
The instrument looked like a small, shiny, metallic version of the chaulk gun he had seen his dad use around the house. In reality, however, the instrument itself was a specialized version of a similar one that is used commonly to inject hormonal implants into animals. Jamie watched intently and squirmed uncomfortably in his restraints as the doctor set the tray down upon a small table beside the examination table, picked up a rubber glove from the tray, placed it on his left hand, then began to lube the glove liberally with KY.
As soon as he was satisfied that the glove was lubed well enough, Dr. Sampson headed around to the end of the table where Jamie's butt was helplessly spread open to the world.
Jamie shifted his body, as much as the restraints would allow him to, at what he knew would come next. He knew where the doctor's gloved hand was going, it had been inside him before, and he didn't like the idea of experiencing those feelings again so soon.
Jamie let out a small gasp as he felt the doctor's finger part his ass lips and move into him. Then he let out a groan and strained a little at his straps as the doctor slowly worked the second finger into his rectum.
"Uh!!" Jamie grunted loudly, as the doctor's fingers began to probe around inside him.
"Oh!!" He exclaimed, as the doctor's probing fingers found his prostate and began massaging it like a small ball.
In response, Jamie squirmed and try to wriggle away from both the invasion of his insides and the strange sensations coursing upward through his groin. Yet, he was held fast by his restraints.
Before long, Jamie's toes began to curl and uncurl involuntarily. Then, a low moaning sound filled the room, as wave after wave of sensation washed over him. In a matter of moments, Jamie closed his eyes, lay his head back upon the table, and surrendered totally and completely to the strange feelings. It was just as well that he did so for he certainly would have been alarmed and frightened at what would happen next.
As he continued to massage Jamie's prostate into a hard knot, Dr. Sampson picked up the implant gun with his other hand and carefully began to insert the needle, the sheer thickness of which almost filled Jamie's pee hole, into the shaft of Jamie's penis. Fortunately, Jamie was so out of it that he didn't notice the needle of the implant gun as the doctor guided it toward its internal target.
Carefully, ever so carefully, so as not to stick the teen any sooner than necessary, the doctor worked the needle deeper and deeper into the shaft of Jamie's penis until it made contact with the hardened lump of Jamie's prostate. Then swiftly and expertly, the doctor pushed the needle into Jamie's prostate, squeezed the trigger, and injected the first implant. The reaction from Jamie was immediate.
Jamie's eyes flew open wide, and a scream, almost a squeal, came from him. The teen's body strained against the restraints with all his might. It felt as if molten metal had been shot inside him right at the base of his penis. Jamie panted and his breath became short. Never in his young life had he felt such searing white-hot pain.
Again the doctor pulled the trigger on the implant gun and again another implant was shot into Jamie's prostate. Again Jamie screamed, pulled, and strained at his bonds.
Twice more the doctor pulled the trigger and injected another hormonal pellet into Jamie's prostate. Each time Jamie screamed louder and fought harder to break free. Then mercifully, as immediately as the torture had begun, the doctor withdrew the needle and the pain was gone.
"Now that I have given you the injection I am going to have to stimulate you for it to have its full effect," Dr. Sampson said.
Jamie watched intently as the doctor went back to the counter and picked up a round, shiny, metal object almost a foot in length. The object was about as big around as Jamie's wrist, except for the part a few inches from the bottom. There, the object flared into a round shape about an inch or so in width. This gave the impression of a larger than golf ball sized metal orb that was being penetrated by a round metal shaft. To Jamie, the object, which was rounded at its upper end, looked like a strange metal penis with two screws at one end. Indeed, to an extent, that is exactly what it was.
In fact, the metal phallus, which Dr. Sampson held in his hand, was a much bigger version of those he had used in his animal experiments. Once inserted deeply into the subject's rectum, the probe not only vibrated, but the top part, being somewhat flexible, moved outward and around in a slow circle. The round golf-ball-like part, when activated, expanded to just slightly less than the size of a tennis ball. This had the effect, much like the penis of a dog, of creating a giant, internal, knot that firmly locked the metal phallus in place.
Additionally, the probe was equipped with sensors that indicated to the main control unit when muscular contractions were taking place inside the subject. At that point, the main control unit would send out a measured series of mild electrical charges from the main unit to the expanded ball.
Jamie's eyes followed the doctor as he walked back over to the table upon which Jamie lay. He watched, with fear in the pit of his stomach, as Dr. Sampson took the tube of KY and began to liberally apply a thick coating of the lubricant to the metal phallus.
"Now Jamie, try to relax. This will go much better if you just relax," the doctor said as he moved around to the end of the table where Jamie's ass lay exposed.
Relax? How could Jamie relax? Jamie knew what the thing looked like and the only possible place it could be headed. Jamie looked down between his spread legs and began to tremble as the doctor moved the giant head of the shiny metal thing toward his asshole. Instinct took over and Jamie strained to escape. Jamie knew that this wasn't going to be like the doctor's fingers at all. This was going to be the intrusion of something that was way bigger. There was no way he could take that big thing inside him. It would tear him apart. It would kill him.
"Oh please, I don't wanna, please!" Jamie wailed as the metal object bore in on its target.
"Oh! Ouch!" Jamie hollered as he felt the head of the metal monster make contact with his puckered ass lips, part them, then move inward about half an inch.
"Jamie, relax. Don't fight it. Push down like you are taking a crap." the doctor said calmly.
In a reaction to the pain he felt, and a desire to do anything to stop it, Jamie obediently took a depth breath, then grunted and strained like he was taking a crap. In response, the head of the metal phallus broke through the tight spinchter muscles and slid into Jamie about two inches. Immediately, Jamie's eyes widened, he made a sharp intake of breath, then screamed.
Dr. Sampson paused the insertion of the probe in order to allow time for Jamie's rectum to adjust.
Jamie lay bound the examination table panting heavily. It felt as though the head of a baseball bat had been inserted inside him. Suprisingly, in a short time, Jamie began to adjust to the stretched feeling that filled his butt. His breathing slowed and became normal again.
When Dr. Sampson sensed that Jamie was relaxed enough for him to proceed, he slowly pushed several more inches of the probe into Jamie's rectum.
Jamie, his body now covered with a fine sheen of sweet, groaned as he felt more of the metallic monster slide deeper into him and slither against the walls of his intestines. As the probe moved deeper, the sheer mass of the thing began to rearrange his insides. Suddenly, Jamie was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable urge to pee.
Dr. Sampson, who had been watching Jamie's reactions intently, again paused the insertion of the probe. Quickly, he grabbed a towel and placed it over the teen's genitals just as Jamie began to empty his bladder. Once Dr. Sampson was sure the youth's bladder was empty, he cleaned Jamie with the towel and again continued the slow, steady, insertion of the probe.
Eventually, when approximately all of the length of the probe was deeply inside Jamie, the golf-ball-like part eased across Jamie's prostate. Jamie gasped.
The teen began to writhe slightly as the doctor began to move the fattened part of the probe slowly back and forth across Jamie's prostate until he was satisfied that the probe was centered directly upon that sensitive area.
Jamie, with only an inch or so of the probe protruding from his obscenely stretched ass, lay limply upon the table, his eyes closed tightly as if to block out any more sensory inputs. He moaned and squirmed a little as he adjusted to the thickness and fullness within him that seemed to go all the way from his asshole to his navel. In fact, Jamie was sure he could feel the obscene thing pushing up into his belly.
In such a state, Jamie didn't notice that the doctor was busy attaching wires to the screws on the end of the metal probe protruding from his ass. Nor did he notice the doctor, once the wires were attached, go over to the control box and make some adjustments. Jamie immediately noticed, however, when the doctor flipped a switch and the device began to do its work deep inside him.
Jamie's body jerked and he gasped as the metal phallus began to vibrate and massage his innermost being. Soon, he was overcome with pleasurable sensations unlike any that he had ever known. As if that weren't enough, the golf-ball-like part of the probe soon began to slowly swell, giving Jamie the sensation that a balloon was inflating inside him. He was seized with terror.
Jamie pulled at his restraints with all his might in a futile attempt to flee. Yet, as before, there was no escape. He lay bound to the table as the knot continued its slow expansion to a size just smaller than a tennis ball.
Externally, Jamie remained bound helplessly to the table. Internally, much as a male dog ties to his bitch, Jamie now had eleven inches of metal probe locked firmly inside him by the expanded knot. The young teen felt like he was about to explode from within.
Satisfied that all was going according to plan, Dr. Sampson adjusted the controls and the vibrating, massaging, and pulsing inside Jamie increased. In an instant, any fears that Jamie had had were overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Oh!! Uuuhhh!!" Jamie exclaimed, as his body was treated to wave after wave of sensation.
The young teen had never imagined it was possible to experience such feelings. This was not like the doctor massaging his prostate. This was not like the times he had jerked himself off. This was each of those things multiplied a thousand times over. Yet, to his amazement, the feelings continued to build and become more intense.
In no time at all, Jamie's tiny dick snapped hard and erect, his nostrils flared, he began to pant and breathe in short gasps. The muscles of his rippled stomach began to heave and contract. The veins in his neck began to stand out. His toes and fingers began to curl and uncurl as if they had a mind of their own.
In an emotional and physical reaction born of primal instinct, Jamie arched his hips upward the few inches that his restraints would allow. Then Jamie, who had never fucked anything in his young life, began to fuck the air wildly with his restrained hips.
Deep inside him, the probe sensed the contractions in Jamie's intestinal wall. Just as it had been programmed to do, the expanded knot, which was locked firmly and directly over Jamie's prostate, began to emit a series of electrical pulses. Jamie's head arched backward and his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Oh, God!!!!" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Came the tortured cry.
For over a minute, Jamie's body strained upward fucking nothingness. His tiny dick twitched and jerked with each wave of what seemed like an orgasm that would never end.
Then, as the electrical impulses stopped, and the feelings left him as quickly as they had begun, Jamie collapsed limply on the table panting heavily in the afterglow. However, it was an afterglow that lasted only a short time. The probe continued its work deep inside him as if nothing had happened at all.
"Oh no!!" Jamie exclaimed almost helplessly, as the intense feelings again built rapidly.
As before, Jamie panted, strained at the straps, and fucked the air wildly with his hips. And, as before, the vibrating probe sensed the youth's internal contractions and fired a programmed series of electrical pulses.
"Unnnnggggghh!!" Jamie exclaimed as his tiny dick convulsed and twitched in time with his second dry orgasm in less than three minutes.
Just as before, when his orgasm was over, Jamie went limp in his restraints and panted heavily while the metal probe continued to vibrate and massage deep within him as if nothing had happened at all.
"Oh no, I can't. Oh no! Ohhhhhhh! Please! Nooooo! Pleeeeeeezzzzz! Jamie cried out, almost in a sob, as he felt the inner stirrings build that would carry him upward, yet again, to a pinnacle of pleasure that was almost impossible to bear.
For the next half-hour, Jamie squirmed, Jamie sobbed, and Jamie begged and pleaded to no one in particular, as he was taken up, then down, then up, in what could only be described as unbearable pleasure indefinitely prolonged. Jamie began to think that he would surely die.
Yet, throughout the entire procedure, Jamie was never really in any danger. Dr. Sampson carefully monitored Jamie's pulse and heart rate to insure that all of the teen's vital signs remained within acceptable limits. Eventually, when the time had expired, the doctor turned off the probe and slowly removed it.
Jamie lay like a beautiful, limp, doll, bathed in sweat upon the examination table. It was as if the young Adonis, who lay breathing heavily upon the examination table, had had all the energy wrung out of him. Eventually, Jamie blinked his eyes, and slowly began to regain his composure. He turned his head toward Dr. Sampson.
"Oh Geez!" was all Jamie could say through the mental fog imposed by more orgasms at one time that any teen could ever imagine.
The doctor chuckled a little at the teen's exclamation.
"Well Jamie, physically and erotically things are fine with you I think," Dr. Sampson said, then grinned.
"Here, let me untie you," he continued, as he started to loosen the straps that bound Jamie's feet to the stirrups.
Gently, Dr. Sampson undid the straps on Jamie's feet and hands. Not that it mattered, however. The young boy was so wasted from the experience that his feet remained in the stirrups and his wrists, once released, remained above his head.
"Jamie, I am sorry you had to go through that but it is the only way I can make sure that the injection I gave you will work its way into your system the way it is supposed to."
"Do you think you can sit up now?" Dr. Sampson asked.
Jamie nodded his head slowly, swung his legs around, and sat up on the table.
"Jamie, I think a lot of you and I have to be honest with you," Dr. Sampson said, with a concerned air in his voice.
"I don't really know how successful this procedure is going to be or all of the effects. However, if things go well you are going to be very pleased. I would ask you, though, not to tell your parents anything other than you got a shot. I don't think they would understand the total procedure. If you trust me on this I think you will be glad of the outcome," the doctor concluded.
Jamie didn't know what to say. He just stared at Dr. Sampson and blinked. What could he tell his parents? He didn't believe what had just happened himself.
"Okay, you can get your clothes on now," the doctor told the boy.
Jamie dressed himself and was ushered toward the door by Dr. Sampson.
"I want to see you next week at the same time," he said as he looked down at Jamie.
"Ah sure, sure," Jamie replied.
Jamie left the doctor's house and headed toward the bus stop. All kinds of things buzzed through his head. He thought about the doctor, the procedure, and the bizarre things his young body had been subjected to. Most of all, he thought about the incredible sensations he experienced. Even though his butt ached a little, Jamie shivered slightly as he remembered the feelings of those powerful orgasms.
The bus ride home was uneventful for Jamie and he responded to his parent's questions much as he thought Dr. Sampson would want him to. Jamie said nothing about the manner in which the injection had been administered, much less anything about the most terrifying, and at the same time, wonderful experience of his young life. He picked at his supper, went to his room, undressed to his boxers, and crawled in bed.
There was no crying that night as Jamie went to sleep. He was totally exhausted. Jamie drifted into a deep sleep almost immediately after he laid his head upon his pillow. It was a deep almost eternal-like sleep into which Jamie was drawn.
The next morning, Jamie was awakened by his usual overwhelming urge to pee. He had been used to awakening that way before so nothing seemed unusual. Groggily, he made his way to his bathroom, stood before the toilet, and pulled down his boxers as he had done countless times before.
"Eeyii!" he hollered, as his hard pecker sprung free and danced before him. Jamie was wide-awake now for sure.
There, standing out from his groin, was a rock hard dick. Not a baby dick, but a dick that was a full six inches in length and proportionally big around. Beneath the impressive tool hung a set of nutts, the size of golf balls, in a nutt sack that dangled like a young bull's.
Although he still had an overwhelming urge to pee, Jamie nervously took his hand and roamed over his dick and balls to see if it they were real. He then ran his fingers through the small tuft of blonde pubic hair that had sprouted at the base of his cock. Jamie's sense of touch told him that it was indeed real.
Jamie then aimed his impressive tool at the toilet, grunted slightly, and began to purge his bladder. This time, instead of the baby stream that usually came out, there was a healthy stream of boy piss almost the size of a pencil that poured fourth into the toilet and echoed off the tile walls of the bathroom.
Once he had finished urinating, Jamie began to explore with his hands once again. Jamie noticed that his hand barely fit around the shaft of what was a dramatically different piece of equipment than he had possessed the day before. Wrapping his hand firmly around the shaft, Jamie moved his hand lightly upward, then downward, it's length.
'MMMMMMM!!!" he exclaimed, as his hand delivered sensations to his cock.
Jerking off was nothing new to Jamie. He had been doing it since he was ten years old. This time though, instead of jerking a small prick with the tips of his fingers, Jamie's hand was wrapped around a healthy piece of boy meat.
Jamie tightened his grip and began to move his hand at a faster pace up and down the shaft of his new toy. As he did so, the feelings in his groin intensified. Again, it felt as if something was building up inside him and trying to get out. Almost frantically, Jamie increased the pace of his strokes.
As he did so, Jamie's healthy set of balls swung back and forth like a pendulum. A staccato "whap" "whap" "whap" began to echo off the tile walls of the bathroom. Waves of pleasurable sensation began to course through his body.
Soon, Jamie tensed, the muscles of his abdomen tightened, and the beast within seemed to crawl upward inside his penis. He almost bent double, straightened up, shuddered, emitted a high-pitched squeal, and looked down at his now impressive tool.
As if in a dream, Jamie watched the slit in the tip of his penis open widely like a small mouth, then vomit forth a gigantic rope of thick teen cum that flew a good three feet through the air and splattered itself on the raised lid of the toilet.
Emitting almost a low, almost desperate groan, Jamie continued his stroking and was rewarded with yet another jet of cum that spewed forth and splattered the toilet lid. Three, four, five, six times, white jets spewed forth from the tip of Jamie's cock. like long streams of white pee, until the forceful jets were reduced to raindrop-like blotches of thick, white, globs that audibly plopped into the water of the toilet bowl.
"Oh boy, oh man, oh boy!" was all Jamie could say, as he milked the remaining drops of cum from his tool.
"Jamie are you alright?" his mothered called through the teen's locked bedroom door.
"Uh yeah mom, everything is okay!" he hollered back.
Jamie turned and looked at himself in the mirror, his impressive still-hard cock bobbing from side to side. Jamie grinned. Yes indeed, everything was very much okay.
To be continued...