"Dr. Kleinmann's Dumb Ray, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy Sci Fi
+++Sorry to say, you peeper's under eighteen are dumb if you attempt to read this story. It is written for older dudes. I don't and the management doesn't want you until you are older than eighteen......bu bye.
I know you expect the hero to be an amazingly handsome, sexy guy. Sorry to disappoint you. While my features are regular and my height is neither to short nor too tall, I am the kind of dude who is easily forgotten.
If I were color, I'd be beige. I do have one attribute that makes me special, except it is not obvious. I have a fat, nine inch prick. When I get naked, for sex, or gym, the guy or girl (I'm an equal opportunity fucker) looks at it wide eyed. Anyway, that's not what this story is about, except only a little bit.
I attend Wellington College. In order to defray some of the tuition I work as a lab assistant for the brilliant, but eccentric Dr. Kleinmann. Dr. Kleinmann is somewhat famous for the military devices he has developed for the Defense Department. I can't talk about them as I would be killed for it (only kidding).
There is one other young guy here in the lab besides me and the Doc, it's Hans, his nephew. The guy is six feet three, gorgeous, white skinned, blond muscular and a throwback to a Nazi youth boy. You should see his muscular, hairless balloon thighs in shorts. Ya! The other thing is that he suspects I might be gay and he makes nasty remarks and pinches my ass whenever he can.
He is, however, a brilliant kid with an off the charts IQ. He has actually improved Doc's inventions.
"Wictor, Wictor,," cane a voice from the lead-lined test room. That's the Doc, calling my name, Victor, with his heavy German accent.
I hurried to the end of the large room and opened the door to the smaller test room. There he was, stained beard, shirt rumpled, glasses on top of shaggy head holding a small round object that looked like one of those room scent holders.
"Nice sir, it does smell terrible in here," thinking that he had wasted his brain in reinventing the scent holder."
"Ack no, but wary funny. No, zis is my new dewice for the Department of Defense."
"What is it?"
"It's my stupid ray."
Now I really thought he was nuts.
"It makes one stupid, like dumbkoffs."
Oh, now I was getting the idea. "It's a dumb down thing."
"Yah. A small dumb bomb is dropped on the enemy and they become dumb and dumber, hardly able to shoot their guns. Yah?"
"Hey, that does sound good. I have to jet, I'm expected at a keg party."
"Nein, Wictor, you haf a vonderful chance to try this out. I vant three wictims, I mean subjects, und a full report."
He put the plastic thingy firmly on the palm of my hand and gave me a slight push out of the door.
As I entered the lab room, I spied Hans standing over my desk peering at my notes. I suspect he was looking for errors. He heard me and looked up.
"What's up, not your limp prick I suppose."
"And how are you, finished memorizing the Human Genome during breakfast?
"I did that at the age of three. What's in your hand?"
I put it behind me and he came and tried to grab it. This was the closest I have ever been to this lovely Rhine boy. He smelled heavenly, a little sweaty mixed with a spicy after shave. My head reeled, my hand inadvertently squeezed the top of the room scent, cum weapon. There was no sound and no odor but the effect was immediate. Lucky it was pointed toward Hans.
He pulled away and stood about a foot in front of me. Suddenly his fierce expression softened, then it transmuted into broad smile exposing his large white teeth. His usual commanding voice became a bit like a ten year old.
"Victor, I see you got a stiffy. I always wanted to see it. I bet it is big. Mine is short and not too thick but it makes me happy when I rub it."
Wow I really have him now. He's not only no danger to me, but I can have some fun with him. I decided that the ray left the person with their sexuality in tact, but the thinking part of the brain was reduced to a 50 IQ.
"Hans, my best friend, right?"
"Oh yes, I like you fine."
"I'd like to see how you rub one off. Maybe I can learn."
"Sure," he said happily. "I think I need one now, but show yours, that will get me hot."
I unzipped my fly and hauled out my monster. Hans sucked in his breath. "Oh that is so fine, I can hardly speak."
He dropped his white cotton shorts and pulled down his briefs. There was a nice set of balls topped by a worm of a prick. But his junk was set off in a nest of glinting blond pubic hair that swept out to each hip bone. He was quickly hardening up and the little fellow rose to point up to his six pack belly.
Small can be nice. The tip had a coating of pre cum and I could catch a wiff of it. Excellent!"
"Hans," I said in a new found commanding voice like an SS officer, "Stroke it and make it spit, and do it right now!"
His ice blue eyes lowered shyly but his big hand began to stroke. I watched his face relax into a dreamy state and his large pink tongue slid over his puffy lips. He was the picture of a happy boy.
I could see that Hans was a quick cumer. His nostrils were opening and closing and a flush flashed over his white smooth neck and on up his face.
"I think I am going to download," he said, like a computer nerd.
Suddenly his thick Black Forest legs began shaking and he began intoning a series of Oh's. Then the little prick surprised me by the volume of spunk it delivered. An ivory colored spurt arced up from the tip and in a continuous stream hit the floor, followed by two more of equal volume. The poor boy was wiped out by the quantity and power of his cum. He staggered backwards and then...
And then, the dose of stupidity gas wore off. I backed away, far away, expected Mr. Muscles would beat me up right there and then. Instead, he blushed hotly and cutely, pulled up his shorts and said, "I am so sorry for my display of bad taste. I hope you will forgive me. I have to get back to my calculations."
He slunk out and left me hanging. Oh yes, my cock was still hanging out. I got myself into shape and sat down to make notes for the Doc.
I could see the personal possibilities of this ray and I planned to take full advantage, but I did dutifully make careful notes. I put the pen down as Artie's face and lanky body passed over my mind screen. He was a cutie, a nerdy cutie with the accessories, the black glasses,the pocket shield and the white short sleeve shirt. But I always suspected that he had a nice body and I intended to dumb him out.
End Part One