The Exam

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Any emails or flames expressing outrage will be ignored. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm.

Chapter eleven

Saturday July 20

The Dress Rehearsal

The next Saturday Bo dragged his butt down to the doc's office as promised.

He was more concerned about getting his test results back than he should have been about anything else. He blamed it on the heat. And not being able to sleep right. He kept having dreams about chasing kids out of his yard. Just when he thought he shooed the last of them through the fence, more jumped on his back and wrestled him to the ground. And then the tickling started...

So when he opened the door to the reception room and saw a roomful of guys he almost jumped. He looked around and started counting heads, wondering what the hell they were all doing here! Man, is the whole town having my problem? he thought and sat down in a chair someone quickly vacated once they saw him. He looked around and that's when he recognized his brother's kid, Clarence.

"Hey Klu" Bo remember he hated to be called Clarence and only his ex-wife got away with that stunt "what you draggin your ass here for?"

"Unca Bo they been tellin me this here is just for us wrestlers" Clarence said waving around the room "don't know why you drag your old ass in here."

All the guys laughed a little nervously, takin in Bo's arms, and knowing without a doubt he could turn any of them into so many bloodied piles of unrecognizable parts. Without even breaking a sweat. Well except for Moose maybe. And Moose wasn't here.

"Well Klu I got me an appointment with the doc here so all you little children will just go n'wait your turn" Bo said smiling "just who are your friends?"

"Well Unca this here is Mannie who thinks he's gonna get my spot at 215 but that ain't gonna happen-"

"We'll see Harrison."

"And these guys are Walker and Jenkins goin for 175-"

"185 and you know it-"Hank cut in, looking Bo up and down remembering him all too well. Jeff just kept his gaze on the magazine in his lap, keeeping as quiet as he dared.

"And these two are Fredricks and Olson. We call'm The Freckle Twins-"

"Knock it off Harrison" Fred snarled, trying to look anywhere but at Klu or Bo. He was a wiry pale-skinned black kid, his muscle-t showing his sinewy biceps covered with tats. Those and the freckles. He was sitting next to Ernie Olson, who was so white he almost looked albino. And very red and yes, very freckled. Everyone gave them shit because they both had all those freckles but there the resemblance ended although they had similar lean muscular builds.

"going for 175-"

"165 and you know it-"

"Hey Olson givin ya the benefit of the doubt."

"So Klu" Bo continued, looking around "where's that cousin of yours" meaning his kid "I thought he was going out for 215" looking at Mannie suspiciously.

"Don't know Unc he should be here too."

"Yeah where IS the rest of the team?" Hank muttered out loud, surprising himself. And then the door opened. In swaggered a guy none of them knew.

"You trying out for the team? You look a little old for high school!" Mannie smirked, one or two guys snickered and quickly shut up, looking over at the new guy. They guessed him to be maybe late twenties or a hair past thirty, maybe the same height as the shortest one there - maybe Ernie - but completely built, bulked and ripped! with arms almost as big as Bo's but on his short frame they almost looked fake. Like he tried blowing up a balloon and it backfired! And when he inflated instead, he shrank in the process. Like some cartoon character after the piano landed on him.

His bare arms and neck squeezing out of his super-tight blue t-shirt were covered with a pale but noticeable covering of brownish-red hair, making him look like a short and very stocky monkey. But no one would call him a monkey or any kind of animal if they wanted to make it to the door in one piece. The hair on that guy's head was the same reddish-brown color, maybe thinning a bit in front, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in days. For some reason he was carrying his overstuffed gymbag.

"You guys all on the team? Cool! You must be the coach" he said extending his hand to Bo "the name's Mark."

"Hey Mark" Bo nodded shaking his hand, the two of them testing each other's grip "glad to shake that hand. Got some kinda grip there" he said finally letting go - a tie - "but hell no I ain't their coach-"

A buzz went through the room, coach? coach supposed to be here? what? yeah where is o'connoll? no way he's gonna be here?

"Well I'm just here to see the doc and it looks like I walk into some kinda halftime huddle or somethin. I'm gonna make my visit quick then and clear out before you guys mess the place" he laughed looking around the room. Mannie and Klu gave each other a strange look. What's this minnow shit? He some ex-footballer someone tackle too hard?

"Hey Mark, what time your appointment for?" Mannie interrupted, more than a bit suspicious.

"Hey you guys better speed it up cause my appointment isn't till eleven?"

"So why you here now?"

"Doc said he might be able to fit me in early if no one else showed -"

"Fat chance of that-" Mannie muttered.

"But now I guess I'll have to wait."

At that moment the doc came in accompanied by doc Kroos. For the guys who hadn't seen him before, Kroos was a lot to take in.

"Glad you all could make it today" said the doc, then seeing Mark "Mister... Bishop is that right? If you wait a few moments while I get the team squared away we should be able to move you up and my assistant Doctor Kroos should be able to assist you."

Jeff gave Hank a look and mouthed: mirror!

"Okay doc" and Mark went over and shook Kroos' hand. Another hefty grip, he gauged. This whole town on steroids?

"What about me doc" said Bo "with all your... patients here maybe a good idea I come back Monday, right?"

"No you're with me Bo" and the two started to go in, "and we'll be back for you" he said to the room "in the mean time, those of you who have forms from your parents, leave them on the desk here" pointing at something vaguely resembling a metal desk buried beneath piles and piles of papers, form, folders, all jumbled and piled like Billy was trying to get his ass fired.

"Which 'you' doc?" Hank gulped, looking around.

"All of you."

"Oh shit not again" Mannie groaned under his breath. Klu gave him a sharp swift elbow to his stomach.

"What again?" said Olson "you been here before?"

"Last week" lied Klu "just to pick up some forms" and he gave Mannie a menacing look. Only Jeff caught it.

The guys looked around and at each other and started to rearrange their things. Some guys produced wrinkled papers from backpacks or pockets and added them to the post-hurricane debris on the desk, threatening to collapse any minute. Hank made a brave attempt to dig through the papers, trying to find something that might help him make sense of the last week. But nothing. If anything, it aroused some suspicious glances. If he only had more time and less witnesses, he thought. The room settled into a quiet dread.

After a very long and awkward period of fumbling and jostling, doc Reynolds reappeared and directed them - all of them - through the inner door. They began filling the hall as the doc directed them towards their left, and all single-filed into the exam room where doc Kroos stood holding a bunch of hangers.

"All right gentlemen," said the doc pointing at Kroos "the doc here will collect your clothes one at a time so if you would form a line and start to undress..." and everyone froze.

"Ah doc...?" Fredricks looked pale enough to make Ernie look tanned"don't ya got changin rooms or somethin?"

"Don't be embarrassed, we're all guys here."

"Hey doc where's the can I gottta take a piss" said Mannie starting for the door.

"Back in line we are going to collect samples in a short time" Kroos started to stare them down, one by one. Mannie felt the chance to bluff Kroos and leap for the door slip away fast. He looked around and tried to smell chlorine. Or hear the nautilus machines clanging. But all he could hear was his heart slamming in his chest.

"Hey doc I'm pee shy" and there were several echoes of 'me too's.

"Nonsense. Now start getting out of those clothes all of you and do not give the doc here any problems. Remember what happened to the last guy who did not do what he was told?"

"What guy what guy" they started to say.

"Ah -- he" broke in Hank "he didn't get to wrestle so do what the docs say."

"That is right" added Kroos "you do not want to get on... my... bad... side..." Kroos tried to look serious but came off way more menacing than intended. But he kept one eye on Hank.

"What about Bo? And that... other dude?" asked Klu, looking up and down the line frowning, seeing where this was heading. But with two adults there - one of them his uncle fer crissakes! - nothing like last time could happen right? Shit, Unca Bo would bust heads before that happened!

" We need to get you boys squared away first alright?"

So they lined up and started to shed their clothes in slow motion. One by one they gave their stuff to Kroos who carefully separated them onto individual hangers. When he finished he slipped to the back of the room and started positioning the camcorder, to the complete panic of half the group. The other ones looked back and forth, figuring out real fast who had been there before and who hadn't. After the commotion died down they all stood in their shorts or briefs, including Klu who knew enough to wear something this time. They stood around trying not to check each other out but there were some straying looks, most of them directed at that damn camera.

"All right now all of you line up facing this way."

Mannie looked around the room and covered his crotch with his hands as everyone jostled into formation elbow to elbow. He was trying to give an impression of confidence, especially to the "Freckle Twins" who both looked like they were waiting for someone to elbow them: ha-ha, joke! Fooled ya! But no one was laughing, to their increasing panic.

So they lined up elbow-to-elbow, shifting their weight from foot to foot, giving up trying to look tough, watching for some clue what was in store for them. Their only clues were two exam tables set up side by side in the middle of the room.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. If I didn't know better I' would say some of you were playing with yourselves" joked the doc looking up and down the row. Most of them quickly pulled their hands to their sides or up to their stomachs "I think it would be better if all of you folded your arms and kept them there" which they all did, several of them throwing their hips back to "tough guy" poses "very good gentlemen. Now doc Kroos if you could check on our other patients?" and he looked to Kroos, finishing with the camera "if you could see if they are ready..."

"Ready? for what?" Jeff whispered to Hank.

"Fuck, if they bring them in here now..."

After Kroos left, the muttering and grumbling started fast. At first the doc was too busy preparing everything but when it got too noisy, he stopped and spun on them, "Gentlemen, I must warn you right now I will expect absolute cooperation from all of you. Anyone who starts acting out or making inappropriate comments might find themselves up here on one of these tables. Ask yourself if you would like to get what you gentlemen call 'the full treatment'" he wiggled his fingers "in front of your teammates."

"That's gross, that's disgusting, shit no way!" came muttering and whispering from the group.

"Very good you understand. We are clear."

They waited a few moments longer, and the stillness of the room started to spook them all. The only sounds were the clattering of the metal instruments from the doc and various heavy breathing and rustling noises from the group. The sound of the door opening was like a gun going off!

"Very good doc" doc Reynolds said as Kroos led both Bo and Mark into the room. They both had a stunned look on their faces, and Mark's shoulders were not so high as before, "now gentlemen, if you would start giving your clothes to doc Kroos here who will hang them up for y-- "

"What? doc? in front of all these kids?"

"Go on Bo. We can't proceed if you're dressed in your street clothes."

"Doc you gotta be shittin me now! Why the hell they here? I thought I was y'know... was here for -"

"You are understandably surprised" said Kroos "but today you will be receiving a supplemental treatment, something that our new procedures will help to address some anxillary conditions - "

"English doc!"

"Well after discussions with some of our... colleagues" the doc broke in "we suspect that there may be some metabolic underlying condition" he saw Bo give him the blankest look "in other words our new procedures we're developing here may, depending on your general strength and stamina, and not just localized - well you'll get a better idea as we proceed with the tests and procedures. That is why Mark is here, who as you can see, is in peak performance condition. He will also assist today. Think of it this way Bo.

This is a very important service you are providing here, and we hope our advanced techniques that we begin to develop here today will prove to be more advanced than anything being developed anywhere else. And we have every reason to believe this will provide important precedents for others everywhere. Think of it this way Bo. You are a pioneer today, you are all pioneers here - "

"Fuck no on asked me to be no damn pioneer" someone whispered.

"...and your results today will help many others in similar... situations. As a result we are prepared... let us say you will have no further worries as far as your billing is concerned. Instead, you are to be reimbursed very significantly for your participation, correct doctor?" Kroos looked to the other doc, as if to translate for him.

"Say what doc?" Bo looked around the room and then at Mark "give that last part to me again?"

"Unc they're saying you ain't payin them, they're gonna be payin YOU" Klu broke in, then shut up before Kroos gave him a dirty look.

"Is that right what Clar - Klu just said?"

"He is correct."

"Same for me doc, right?" Mark looked at Bo and then over his shoulder at the line-up.

"That is correct."

The guys looked back and forth at each other, except for Klu whose eyes were glued to Bo, imagining what was coming, and Hank and Jeff who were trying to keep the intensity off their faces. There were a few muttered comments of: pay me too! pay me too! from the line but some sharp elbows put a stop to that fast.

"I don't know doc" Bo said to himself, but his hands were already at the top button of his shirt.

"C'mon unc" Klu was almost asking for it now "you ain't got NUTHIN to be shy about."

"He is right Bo" now Kroos did give him a nasty look "you have no reason to be shy. After all, any one of these young men would only wish to have your strength and power in a few years."

"No shit man" said Fred, clueless "how big are those guns?"

"Twenty-one and a half" said Bo flexing them "maybe."

"No way" Klu kept egging him on "prove it Unc."

Bo knew his bluff was called so he had to unbutton his shirt and gave them a double biceps pose. A couple "cools" and "wows" came from the guys before the doc shushed them.

"Doc?" Reynolds looked at his assistant. Kroos left the room.

"Hey Unc show'm your legs" Klu was getting into this. He could start to feel the blood going to his head. Anything to keep it from going lower.

"Yeah show us!" added Hank looking at Jeff "show us those tree trunks." and Bo started to enjoy the attention and admiration coming from the guys. Some of them started to clap.

"Let me remind everyone. You cannot clap if your arms are folded, did you forget already?"

"Doc?" Ern almost squeeked "okay so those two" pointing at Bo and Mark "okay they got their tests or procedures or whatever to do. But what's that gotta do with - "

"It's about staminina and peak performance" Hank cut in, before the real answer from the doc might start a major stampede. He was sure the doc - or Kroos when he returned - had some elaborate bullshit answer prepared. But he was not going to risk it, not with so many guys here. Guys who knew him.

And Jeff. And he was not ready to have their "secrets" come out in the open just yet. So his damage-control was set to "max" whether the docs' were or not.

"More or less" the doc gave a strange look at Hank, then at the rest "now no more questions right now. They will all be answered in time, okay?"

"Okay doc" from most of them, with various degrees of acceptance.

"And out of respect for our two patients, there will be no yelling or hooting or anything like that either, unless..." the doc continued, picking up one of his release forms from the counter and holding it up for full effect "this isn't a pep rally, so keep quiet unless answering when asked a direct question, are we clear?"

A few said "okay" but the others looked at them and shushed them, so they all nodded. Bo had shucked off his shoes and now stood in his lycra shorts.

His impressive frame was starting to glisten under the lights.

Jeff looked at Hank and nodded his head in Klu's direction. Hank looked over and saw Klu had reached down to cover the beginning of a bulge starting in his trunks. The doc gave Klu a very sharp look which most of the guys didn't catch so he folded his arms again trying not to be obvious. The rest of the guys were only looking at Bo and the doc.

The door opened and doc Kroos came in with a second, larger camera.

"Holy shit look at-" Mark started but Kroos put a finger to his lips and pointed at the doc.

"It looks like everything is ready" the doc looked at Kroos who made an adjustment to the second camera and nodded "so we can begin. Again I must instruct everyone to be as quiet as they can, any loud noises may disrupt the results and that means we will all come back and do it again, which is not something any of you would appreciate. The instuments are very sensitive - "

"What instuments? What is this all for?" Klu could not keep his mouth shut.

"I thought I just explained about making comments Clarence" the doc looked at Kroos.

Klu looked around and then down at his condition. He was already so fucked so why not go for broke. He was not expecting Kroos to leave his precious camera and come stand right in front of him. When he was inches from his face his whispered, "remember you are to keep those arms folded liked they are glued in place, are we clear?" and put his hands on Klu's hips. Klu gave a jolt but stood firm. There was some rustling and murmuring from the group, but Kroos just reached down and pulled the trunks to his thighs. Klu tried to stop him but Kroos easily held his arms in place with one hand while pushing the shorts past his knees and down to his calves with the other. Everyone saw Klu's dick bobbing free. A distinct "fuck" was heard before Kroos looked at them with a withering stare. Finally he pushed Klu's shorts to the floor.

"Shit look at Klu" Fred nudged Ernie ever so slightly "he's gettin a..." whispering as soft as he could "goddamn hardon." Olson slipped a sneaky look and then quickly looked back to Bo and Mark. Then he closed his eyes.

"Now you have made it necessary for me to give you some anesthetic ointment to help with this... condition of yours" Kroos reached into the vest pocket of his white lab coat and brought out a tube of cream "either you can apply it to your penis or I can do it for you, in front of your friends. The choice is y- "

"Shit fine I'll do it" and almost ripped the tube from his hand. When Klu unscrewed the cap and squeezed some into his palm he saw it was the green goo! "wait a second! This ain't no goddamn anesthetic!"

"Why do you say that?" Kroos was still in his face.

"This is that damn green shit! This is what you" but then looked at Mannie and then the others. Fuck, he was trapped! He could not admit what happened a few days ago, and like hell he was going to put this shit on his dick!

"If you refuse I will be more than happy to do it for you" and Kroos had yanked the tube from his hand and was already opening it "you have five seconds to decide."

"Damn you know what this shit - "

"One."

"You wouldn't dare! Not in front of - "

"Two."

"You KNOW what this - "

"Three."

"Mannie help me out here - "

"I don't know what yer talkin bout" Mannie looked at the guys fast "I never saw that shit before."

"Four" and Kroos started to reach for Klu's crotch.

"Mutherfuck!" Klu jerked back, away from his hand "Okay you win this one" and gingerly started to dab the smallest amount on one or two places as far from the head as possible.

"No, the whole length. Especially under the foreskin" Kroos started to reach again "or I will do it for you."

"Damn!!" Klu continued to spread it around, getting more than he wanted under the skin. It did not take long before he could feel the crazy tingling start. His eyes started to water as his cock began to swell more.

"And to make sure you are not tempted to play with your 'desensitized' penis" Kroos looked right at him, the smallest smirk visible only to Klu "you can wear these as well" and Kroos produced another set of those cloth belts and although Klu struggled a bit, managed to secure his hands behind his back. He looked helpless standing there, his arms tied behind him, his cock hard and shiny, and his shorts around his ankles. Everyone stood there dumbfounded, waiting for Bo to stop this. But Bo just looked between Mark and the doc.

"Sorry for the delay" the doc looked up from his clipboards and instruments, seeing Bo and Mark staring at him "but we can begin, if you two are ready."

"Begin what?" Mark looked at Bo, hoping they did not expect him to arm wrestle Bo or something.

"Mr. Wins - I mean Bishop, first I'll need you to strip down to your shorts as well" doc said, his voice now very soft and soothing "my assistant can take your clothes if you are ready."

Mark looked around the room, then to Klu in his exposed condition. He suddenly got the queazy feeling this was more than he bargained for. Damn, a line-up of high-school kids, stripped down to their jockies, some of them already showing signs of chubbing, hell one kid already buck naked and more hard than not, and lubed to boot! But the way the kid was squirming it did not look like he was enjoying any of this. And Mark would bet that was no ordinary lube. But no matter where he looked all eyes were on him! Even that huge Bo dude! Everyone was waiting for his next move,

"Doc???"

"Go ahead we can finally get started. Well?"

Mark shrugged, trying to look all casual and confident, hell even a bit cocky! but trickles of sweat were running down his back. Before he might change his mind, he reached up and started to strip off his t-shirt. He already had exhibited his bulked up and furry arms, but when the t-shirt fell to the floor everyone saw the forest of hair covering his chest and belly; even his back was smeared with wet fur down to the top of his pants. But his muscles! That was the most amazing sight. His shoulders and arms were rippling with the effort to shed his tight top, but once he was stripped to the waist, his pecs and abs almost exploded, even if all that hair tended to hide some definition. Making him look more bulky than ripped. Short but wide. A couple of the guys let out a quiet "whooaow!" when they saw him and someone whispered "look at all that hair on that ape" as Mark kicked off his loafers and then turned away from the group as he started to unzip his pants. He had "gone commando" that day so there were a few more quiet "woawwww"s from the guys when they saw his bare butt, but otherwise things started to get real quiet real fast. After Mark kicked out of his shoes and handed his pants to Kroos, he finally had to turn back to face the group. There were a few gasps when they saw him stand there totally naked, his hands over his crotch. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and let his hands drop. Again there were gasps when they saw that the hair below his navel stopped where his crotch had been shaved smooth! So no one could help noticing Mark had a ring through the end of his dick!

"Man look at that!" Olson whispered "apeman got a fuckin piercing."

Mark looked at the guys one by one, and tried not to smirk at them as he flexed his pecs and did a double biceps, just to spook them a bit.

"Lookin good man" whispered Hank who also started to feel a warmth in his shorts. He looked down at Jeff who was struggling to hide the shape forming in his shorts and spreading to the side, and then a quick glance over at Klu. Klu was squirming like hell, his cock bobbing with every move.

"Doc" said doc Reynolds from up next to Bo "perhaps you could help any other boys who are having the same problem?"

Kroos looked up and down the line and spotted Hank.

"I'm fine. Really."

Kroos looked at him and then the rest, "anybody else?" but everyone looked down at the floor, hoping he would not be singled out.

Bo and Mark looked at each other and then at the rest. Bo spoke up "Gee doc this is something else like. This is what you want? to get these boys all worked up like this? Maybe-"

"Now Bo we can begin" and the doc placed some electrodes on his large arms and chest "the first thing we need you to do is start a series of jumping jacks. Some simple aerobic exercises, that is all. We need to get your heartrate up and these here" checking the placement of the contacts "will monitor your response. Nothing strenuous, just to get a little sweat going as it were, alright?"

"You want me to just do jumping jacks?" Bo looked at the doc, adjusting the dials on the machine, "that's it?"

"Just enough to get you warmed up. You don't need to set any records here today. You may begin."

Bo looked around and saw the expressions on the guy's faces, and the relief on Mark's. He shrugged his shoulders and started. Shit, he thought to himself, if all I gotta do is jump around that ain't too bad. As he started to feel himself warm up and start sweating he saw the guys watching his moves, and damn if some of them, like his idiot nephew for one, weren't spending as much time looking at his crotch as they were anything else. He looked down thinking something got shook loose but no, his shorts were covering the goods, even if they were getting sweat-stained. And the more they got sweaty, the more the jumping started to show what he had down there. After a few minutes he looked at the doc, "enough? keep going?"

"No that's fine" the doc said, hitting a few buttons, "just stand there a while and cool down. Mark you are next."

"Next for what?" he had been standing off to the side, trying to look as casual as he could, even though he was the only naked guy in the room, except for that Klu dude.

"Doc?" the doc looked at Kroos who was getting a second set of electrodes from a drawer "can you wire Mark please?"

Kroos put the electrodes on Mark in the same manner and hooked them to another part of the machine the doc was working on. He gave Mark a nod and waited.

"Okay here goes" Mark looked at the guys "hope you boys are enjoying the show" and he started his jumping jacks. Both docs were worried the electrodes might come loose, because of that hair on his chest and arms, but Mark continued his exercises looking right at the guys, especially at Klu who was wiggling and writhing from the gel. Mark could tell several of the guys were staring at his crotch, watching his pierced dick bob up and down with the motions. After several minutes of feeling like the main event, he slowed and then stopped, "you got your readings, docs?" and turned around.

"Yes Mark that is fine."

He started to remove the electrodes on his arms but Kroos stopped him, "no not yet. We have just started."

"Fine" Mark left them there, "now what?"

Kroos returned from the cabinet with two bottles of yellow liquid, "I need for you both to drink these."

"Energy drinks?" Bo looked at it and unscrewed the cap. He smelled it and wrinkled his nose.

"No it's a diuretic which will track how quickly your body metabolizes certain amino acids."

"English doc" Bo sniffed it again.

"It's to see how fast you absorb certain chemicals" Hank spoke up "and see what comes out when you finally urinate, right doc?" he knew he might have to pay the same penalty as Klu there, but hell, why beat around the bush.

"Yes Bo, Mister Jenkins is more or less correct" Kroos came over to him "but he needs to be reminded --"

"Geez I'll shut up" Hank winked at Bo "just tryin to help."

"Talk about pissing" Mannie muttered loud enough for Kroos to hear "I still gotta use the facilities" and he turned for the door.

Kroos stopped him where he was "not so fast Mister Herrer, I did not tell you that you could leave" and went over to a drawer and pulled out a urine cup. He walked back to Mannie and pointed at his arms, "do you need the same restraints as - "

"Shit no okay! you win!" he feared Kroos was going to say: like last time! But there was no way the other guys were going to find out about that! Looking at Klu Mannie could tell it was only a matter of time before the asshole cracked and the whole story would come bubbling out of him like some big-mouth bitch spilling the beans to the whole world. He looked at Kroos, folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes tight. He did not have to wait long before he felt the doc pull down his shorts and grab his dick pointing it into the cup. Mannie squeezed his eyes tight and after a long time it seemed, a gush of urine flew into the cup. Most of it made it into the cup but some, a lot bounced to the floor. Olson couldn't keep his eyes off the sight and was shocked Mannie would really stand there and let himself be handled like that. Finally he finished and the doc screwed the cap back on, pulled Mannie's shorts from around his ankles and mopped up the few stray drops with them. Now there were two guys butt ass naked and from what Olson could see Klu was not the only one showing a reaction. Jeff and Hank were looking much too puffy in front, and Hank's crotch even had a damp spot or two. He looked at Fredericks like they were the last ones on a sinking ship.

"Now Bo why don't you and Mark finish those drinks and we'll start the second part. Doc?" he looked over at Kroos who went to the cabinet and returned with two twenty-pound barbells. He set them down in front of Bo and took the empty bottle from him. When he had tossed it he removed a second set and put them down by Mark, taking his bottle as well.

"So what now? arm curls?" Mark picked one up and started testing its weight.

"Gentlemen" the doc adjusted a few more dials as Kroos went up to Bo, and repositioned the arm electrodes on his lower torso, right below his navel, one at each hip crease, "now we need for you to do whatever arm and shoulder exercises you feel comfortable with. The intention is to work as many muscles in your arms, back and chest as possible."

"Then why are those electrodes down THERE now?" Mark flinched when Kroos moved his electrodes to his groin area , a bit lower than Bo's.

"We will have better readings here" Kroos secured them not two inches about the base of his cock "and your arm readings have been taken already."

"Fine" Mark looked at the guys "so when's their turn?"

"Today we are only looking for baseline readings on adult males" Kroos looked over at Hank "or as Hank would say..."

"We're underage, that's why."

"Funny" Mark gave Hank a conceited look "besides you seem to be busy just enjoying the view right?" and he grabbed his balls at him. Hank did not flinch but kept quiet, waiting for the threat to pass. Bo came to his rescue,

"I go first?" he picked up both of the barbells like they were hollow or something.

"You both go" the doc said "whenever you are ready."

"For how long?" Mark had started doing biceps curls with his, looking over at Bo.

"Until we say stop or until you cannot finish."

So Bo and Mark started their weight routines with little effort. Both men had been doing weight training long and hard enough that these dumbbells were little more than props. Both guys ended up doing curls like it was some kind of competition, looking at each other, checking their speed and style. After Bo got bored with one set he started doing some lat raises and waited to see how long before Mark followed suit. Instead he started doing shoulder presses like it was nothing. But after five minutes or so, they were both covered with sweat, Mark's chest matted swirled patterns of dampness, and Bo's shorts discolored several inches past the waistband.

"Hey doc" Bo put the weights down on the floor "how about a short break okay?"

"Whatsa matter Hercules gettin tired?" Mark kept up his presses but now alternating arms.

"Doc I gotta take a break" he turned to look at him "that stuff I drank..."

"Need to urinate?"

"Shit doc" he looked at the room "yeah. So how about I'll be right back" and he started reaching to unhook the electrodes.

"Do not do that" Kroos came up to him and stopped him "they have to stay in the same place."

"Then how'm I supposed to go to the john?"

Kroos went to the drawer and returned with another specimen cup and another electrode. Jeff and Hank looked at each other, almost recognizing the leather strap. But this one was a bit different, more complicated. This was the sale-at-Radioshack version, with what looked like little diodes and cylinders and clear plastic tubes and everything! All condensed down to dick-size. Which in Bo's case didn't require that much micro-engineering.

Bo saw the cup, "no WAY doc. Not HERE! I can't -- "

"Bo I must insist. It need be no more embarrassing than Mister Herrer over there" and everyone looked at Mannie, who covered himself out of habit, feeling all eyes on his crotch, then re-folded them across his chest before Kroos could descend, "so if you could remove your shorts - "

"C'MON doc you ain't askin me t'get all NAKED in front of..." he looked around, saw Mark already naked, same as Klu, same as Mannie, fuck half the kids were almost as boned as his nephew there. He suddenly remembered how he must have looked lying in this very room, buck ass naked, getting a blow job from some guy he never knew, those fucking cameras on. He just kept feeling the quicksand getting deeper and deeper, telling himself his heart was beating from all the exercise"you gotta gimme another out here doc."

"You have nothing to be concerned with Bo" the doc said, already plugging the new electrode to the top of the machine "we're all men here."

"Klu you had just better keep your mouth shut about this, you hear me boy?" Bo gave him the darkest look "I ain't playin, I mean it."

"Shut and locked unc" Klu looked at Kroos knowing he would suffer for that too. But Kroos was busy getting the electrode wires untangled and connected.

Bo could feel his bladder ready to burst as he looked at Mark's crotch then the guys. He made a point of turning his back on the room, and before he could change his mind or flood the room lowered his sweat-soaked shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He heard a few hisses or grunts from the guys but it didn't sound like they were heckling him. No, it sounded like something else altogether. Without turning he said "gimme the damn cup!"

"First we need to put this on" and Kroos held out the leather strap.

"What!?!?" Bo half-turned and looked at it, one hand gripping himself tight "say wha?"

"Bo if you could face me I need to put this on."

"On what?" he knew it was too small for his arm, hell even his wrist.

"It needs to go around the base of your peni-"

"WHAT!?!" Bo looked at it like it was going to bite him "you ain't puttin that anywhere near my tool!"

"The sooner I do the sooner you can relieve the pressure on your bladder."

"Doc... please..." Bo looked around the room, almost hopping up and down with the pressure "why are you doin this?"

"Because your... unique... situation... is going to help us develop a treatment to help a lot of people. Do you not want to help a lot of people?"

"Not by gettin my dick in a noose! Not in front of half the town!" Bo looked over at Mark "how come he don't haveta wear one?"

"He will too as soon as we get you squared away."

"What?" Mark set down his weights "you gonna make me wear one of them cockrings too?"

"Yes."

"Shit..." Mark came over and looked at it "not til y'tell me what all this is for!"

"It monitors..." Kroos held it up "well it monitors the same things as the other ones, blood pressure, temperature, conductivity, everything. And then we can compare those readings to the rest of your system. Then we are able to start collecting - Bo?"

Bo was standing there, grimacing and wiggling "Damn doc I really gotta piss bad."

"Well then let us get this on you now!"

"Fine okay you win" Bo reached for it "gimme the damn thing -"

"You do not know how it is supposed to go, I need to -"

"Shit! Okay I give up! Hurry up and get that damn thing on my dick before I piss all over your damn floor!"

Bo stood there, his hands on his shoulders looking down as Kroos carefully placed the leather ring around the base of his enormous cock and snapped it in place. Without wasting a motion he had wires clipped to contacts and the cup unscrewed and up to Bo's head in one swift orchestrated flourish,

"Go ahead" but before he finished the words Bo's cock exploded piss, filling the cup fast. Kroos had no time to get a second so he squeezed tight on Bo's cock stopping the flow. Bo screamed,

"Damn lemme piss!" and the doc appeared next to Kroos with another of those large jug-sized containers. Kroos released the vice-grip and Bo's cock went to work filling the container. When he finally finished, the doc was back with a towel. Bo reached for it but Kroos took it and started to dry Bo's front.

"Goddamn you can't even let a guy shake his own dick can you?" Bo looked down, a bit glad to be getting cleaned up after the mess he made.

"No Bo, not with these electrodes in place" Kroos got off his knees and went over to the console, checking and whispering with the doc about the new adjustments.

The teammates looked at Bo standing there, wires hooked up everywhere. The one around his dick was getting the most attention. Klu had been watching the whole ordeal with a combination of contempt, curiousity and well, maybe a bit of a turn-on thrown it. His own dick was not pointing straight ahead anymore, but the constant stimulation was causing a steady oozing of pre-cum to bubble from the end of his dick, some strands hitting the floor now and then. He looked at the other guys but most of them were paying more attention to his uncle. Then he looked at Mark.

"Okay now'd you got Hercules wired for sound, now what?" Mark was itching his arms and chest where his electrodes were glued.

"Now you also need to be connected" Kroos returned with another cord, also having the leather strap attachment.

"You gonna do me too?" Mark folded his arms trying to look brave and indifferent.

"Yes Mark. I need for you to stand very still a moment" Kroos brought the strap around Mark's cock then, snapping it in place as well. When it was secured he carefully removed the two attached to Mark's chest and reattached them to... his nipples! Mark gave out a grunt,"heywatchit!"as he felt a few hairs get caught in the process. When they were reglued to his nips he was glad he had less hair there "very good Mark" Kroos double-checked all the wires then went back to Bo who had been watching the process with a bit of dread.

"Me next I suppose?"

"That is right" and Kroos moved his as well, but since Bo's chest was smooth and hairless, there was less reaction from him.

"Back to the weights?" Mark picked up his barbells and held them.

"No that's not necessary" the doc said from the console "all you need to do is some simple motions."

"Like running in place" Mark dropped them with a couple of loud bangs.

"No not that" Kroos said, readjusting Mark's one nipple electrode that had come undone "too much motion doing that. What we need for you two to do is simple stretching exercises."

"You mean just stand here and pose like?" Mark looked at Bo.

"Yes that would work well" Kroos looked at the doc and nodded "arm stretching, shoulder stretching, not real competitive posings, just enough to keep the circulation going throughout your muscular system or..." he looked at Hank to translate.

"Bo he means we just need to keep the muscles from cooling down" Mark said, giving Hank a look "and so still ain't explain doc why do the kids gotta be here anyway? So far they just been standing there watchin the show, like peepin toms or shit."

"All in good time" Kroos started adjusting dials next to the doc, "please begin."

Hank stole a look at Jeff: good time? What the hell that supposed to mean? We're gonna be doing this shit next? Jeff half-shrugged and looked over at Klu who looked miserable, and Mannie who was trying to ignore the fact he was also naked. He caught Fred's eye who looked back at him with trapped alarm on his face. Olson however seemed to be taking this all in like it was just one more science fair for him. And no way he was gonna come off looking all scared rabbit in a trap! Blushing maybe, but not scared. When he looked back at the "stage" Bo and Mark started some warm-up twists and bends. After a while, running out of things to do, Bo started doing his familiar double biceps flexes. When Mark saw that - never one to be outdone by someone twice his size - he did the same, but really throwing himself into it, making his shoulder muscles and pecs pop and bulge. A few guys whispered "yeah"s and "cool"s and "do it"s. Bo looked up at them and even smiled slightly. This he could get into, even if he was naked in front of a bunch of kids his son's age, and this damn thing was wrapped around his cock, and it seemed like there was a funky kind of tingling starting from it but he could not tell. He was too busy trying to keep an eye on the docs, maybe catching a word here or number there. To keep his mind off those damn cameras he looked over at Mark, watching him get way way too serious about all this shit. So Bo did a couple of pec flexes just to pimp him out. As soon as he did, damn if that tingling didn't start in his nipples as well. Now it felt like all three electrodes were buzzing or vibrating or some gawdawful shit.

"Hey" Mark stopped his flexing "what gives?" he started tugging on the strap on his cock.

"Mark you must not touch any of the electrodes" Kroos was watching the console closely "or you will interfere with the readings which are now getting critical. Please keep exercising."

"Doc what's wrong with these!?"and his hand was at his cock. Kroos was next to him in a flash,

"I told you NOT to touch any of them."

"I can't help it!" Mark felt Kroos pull his hands away "they're buzzing or something! You tryin to electrocute me?"

"You too huh?" Bo looked over "my nipples feel like I got a electric razor playin on them" but he did not try to touch them. Good thing he did not because he saw Kroos pull Mark's arms behind him.

"Do I have to tie you like Klu over there?" Kroos almost shouted at Mark "do I?"

"Lemme go" Mark pulled free "no I won't be playin with my dick in front of these punks" he looked at the guys and their betraying shorts -- or lack of - "not unless THEY start PAYIN me too!"

"Twenty!" Klu shouted.

"Shut UP idiot" Jeff nudged him "ain't you had enough?"

"What more can they do t'me?" Klu looked at Kroos "I'm dyin here already."

"That is enough Klu" Kroos looked at him but did not leave his spot within swinging range of Mark's shivering torso.

"Like I'm gonna jack my meat for some asshole kid's entertainment" Mark looked at Klu "just keep yer stinkin money."

"Alright alright" Kroos let go of Mark "I need for you" looking at Bo "for you both to continue your exercising. Yes your electrodes now are reciprocating currents as well as taking in readings. It will not harm you and will not cause any pain. Now please continue!"

Bo and Mark gave each other a crooked sympathetic look and went back to their exercise routines. After a while the noises of approval started again from the guys. Bo was definitely enjoying the attention and after a while almost forgot about his nakedness or the itching coming from those electrodes. Mark on the other hand felt more and more sensations centering on his nipples and dick. The more he flexed and stretched the more sensitive his nipples got until after a while he knew they were getting hard. And damn but if that strap around his cock was not getting tighter. He looked down and mutherfuck! he was starting to swell with the stimulation. Damn them, he thought, they rigged up some kind of cockring and it's sending just what they want right to my dick! He looked over at Kroos and nodded down at his crotch, trying not to broadcast it to the whole room. But too late. Half the guys were now opening gaping at his crotch, and he started to feel himself throbbing upwards now. Damn, he was throwing a full rod.

"Mark you are not to stop exercising, you are not to touch yourself or try to inhibit the procedure do you understand?"

"Doc you know what this is doing right? You planned this right?" and he looked at Bo and then at the guys and they ALL knew what it was doing. He had little reason to stop now. He looked down and the head was pulling free of his foreskin, and the ring was jutting forward plain as day. He closed his eyes, hearing a few "wow"s and "look at his cock"s but hell, if they want a sex show, give'm a sex show. Looking straight at Bo he started a real posing routine, almost hoping to shake the electrodes free of his nipples, but now they felt glued on for good. And damn but if they weren't really vibrating now. He could see that Bo was feeling the same thing, and Mark even stole a peek at his cock, which seemed a bit less wrinkled but nothing like the steel hose sticking straight out of his crotch now. Man was he throbbing! He looked down and saw a bead of clear fluid forming on the end of his Prince Albert. Shit, now I'm oozing! Pretty soon I'll be juicing if they don't stop! And damn if he didn't see some kind of weird light reflecting off the shininess of the leather strap! From the cameras or ceiling? But a weird bluish or something and damn it really looked almost glowing against Bo's dark skin! Damn, they gonna electrocute us next?

"Doc c'mon ya gotta turn that thing down" Mark dropped his arms "shit the whole world can see what those things are doing to me" and looked at Klu who was boning up again big time. Those other two guys on the end, they were also boning up. Man, he WAS putting on a sex show! Bad lights and all!

Bo looked over at Mark and could not believe how aroused he was, right in front of everyone for the whole damn world to see. He had never really looked at another guy hard before, not like that. To keep his mind off the feelings coming from his cock and his nipples he started posing again, eyes squinting but not shut. By that point he was the only one posing and more and more of the guys were looking back to him and damn, but if he didn't hear those positive noises again, this time they were not for that Mark guy but for him, and he really started to enjoy showing off his muscles. He squinted at Klu and then at Jeff and Hank and saw how much THEY were enjoying this. He never gave much thought to anyone getting turned on like that by his body, he never saw anyone get off like that on his muscles to the point of boning! for crissakes! And he started to get into it. The more he flexed the more he plainly heard those whispers of "yeah man" "look at those muscles" "those arms whoaww" and the more he did it the more he could keep his mind off those things buzzing him in his most sensitive areas. Well maybe his second most sensitive areas. After the other day he knew that as long as his butt was off limits he did not have to worry about boning up in front of everyone like that Mark guy right there, not three feet away from him. He looked over at him off to the side doing some basic twists and stretches and even Mark seemed to be admiring his posing. After a while he started to run out of things to do and started getting a bit out of breath and damn but if the tickling and buzzing was not getting worse.

"Fuck fuck fuck" Mark was bending forward, his hands on his knees "I can't take it anymore" and he grabbed his cock and started jacking it! right in front of everyone! "I gotta shoot! It's too much!"

Kroos almost flew over to him and got him in a full nelson before he knew what hit him. His cock bobbed free, now completely swollen, the head flared as wide and taut as it could, bright red and shiny, glowing purplish in the shadows. Klu and a few others could not help but gasp.

"Mark I told you if you touch it the readings will be - "

"Fuuuuuck!" Mark growled and his dick gave a throb and a single drop of fluid formed at the hole. His cock looked like it would rip apart "damn I'm cumming I'm cumming..." but instead his cock just throbbed and throbbed, his balls looked like they could not be any tighter. Or bluer. But he could not erupt.

"Mark you cannot touch yourself!" Kroos tightened his grip reminding Mark who was the stronger and more determined, no mistake.

"Daaaaammn I gotta cum I'm dyin here!"

"No you will not."

"Fuck I can't stop it I gotta..." and he almost pulled a hand free but Kroos re-adjusted his grip and Mark was immobilized.

"Doc we may have to strap him down" Kroos looked back to his colleague and nodded. Kroos half-led half-dragged Mark over towards a table but it was too late! Kroos had him half-way there when Mark's face turned a bright red, every muscle in his neck clenched and popping into relief and as Kroos held him, Mark's cock gave a couple of bobs and started spraying cum everywhere! On the floor, on his chest, onto Kroos' leg, everywhere!

The room went nuts. The guys started hollering and running over to him trying to get close and see if what they thought they saw really happened. As they closed in they saw Mark's cock slow the eruptions until it was a slow steady ooozing of cum, running down his leg. Before anything more could happen, Kroos found a specimen container, scooped as much of the cum into it as he could, then reached down and unsnapped the strap from Mark. As it came loose, Mark's cock gave a final throb, the last drop formed at his slit and slid down the angry red length of his rod. The normal color returned to Mark as Kroos hustled the equipment back to the console.

"Doc?" Kroos looked down at the console.

"Only six point seven" he said, a bit concerned.

"Holy shit did you see that? The damn thing made him cum. He never even touched it! Wow what kinda shit is that?" the guys were talking all at once, getting in close trying to see how it worked.

"Man I GOTTA get me one of those" was that from Fred? The guys looked around to see who said it, it had to be Klu but he was not there. Jeff looked back and Klu had slipped away in the commotion and was wiping the goo off his dick onto a towel he found. His face was dripping sweat but he looked much better. Jeff got Hank's attention and nodded at Klu, trying not to alert Kroos or the doc to what he was doing.

"Geez doc is that what this is all about?" Hank was distracting Kroos "are you workin on some top secret sex shit or what?"

"Mister Jenkins - all of you - get back in line NOW!" Kroos barked "and as for you Mark, get yourself cleaned up and be back here in five minutes!"

"But doc I'm finished now - "

"Five minutes!"

"Damn" he was rubbing his nipples where Kroos had unhooked him. He took the towel from Kroos and slunk out the door, more embarrassed than tired.

"Me next me next" from several guys, hootin and high-fivin as they milled around, closer to the console than their former positions.

"Knock it off fuckwads, he'll hear you."

"Shit gimme a try at that thing, I'll blow in like five seconds - "

Bo had taken a seat on one of the tables and was starting to remove one of the contacts from his tit when Kroos stopped him and signaled him to stop. As a result Kroos heard the comments from the guys but did not see who it was. He turned on them with a terrible fierceness,

"Who said that?" and tried to catch the eye of each of them. Suddenly they all got quiet and were looking at the floor "who said they wanted to do this?"

"No one" from Jeff trying to pull Klu back in line so Kroos would not suspect him.

"Mister Harrison did you say something?"

"Nope not me doc" he was so fast getting back into line he noticed he was on the wrong side of Olson, hoping the doc would not catch it. His hands were folded over his crotch.

"Why are you covering yourself Mister Harrison?"

"Cause I'm buck ass naked! In case you didn't notice!" and a few guys snickered.

Kroos left Bo and walked over to Klu. He pulled his hands away and looked at Klu's shrunken cock, clean and not shiny in the least. Without a word Kroos reached out and grabbed the flaccid cock.

"Hey!" Klu shouted and tried to pull away "don't be grabbin at my dick - "

"Mister Harrison what happened to the gel?"

Klu looked around and then jutted his chin into Kroos' face, "guess it fell off is what -"

"And your erection? Did that fall off as well?" which caused several of the guys to break up.

If Kroos had not been holding his dick, Klu might have taken a swing at him or at least mouthed off. Instead he looked down at the floor, biting his tongue.

Kroos started to milk his cock in front of everyone and as he suspected managed to squeeze a single drop of semen from the tip.

"You masturbated, did you?"

"That's gross doc" but Klu looked at the other guys: don't rat me out or I'll kill you.

Instead Kroos looked behind him and saw the towel on the floor. He let go of Klu and picked it up. Looking closely he found what he suspected: a large puddle of fresh cum.

"What is this Mister Harrison?" Kroos held it up to him.

"You tell me! You the doc" Klu knew he had little to lose and hoped to maintain some semblance of attitude in front of his teammates as long as he could.

"Well it looks like semen. I suspect that you could not help yourself from masturbating and you ejaculated while no one was looking. No, do not say anything, the evidence is right here" holding it close enough that Klu could smell his jizz on the towel, "and as a result you are dismissed. I will contact the coach that you are unable to wrestle next year - "

"WHAT!?!?!" Klu went wild. Several guys had to hold him back, not that he could have taken Kroos but they did want to see him get hurt.

"And if you are thinking about doing anything stupid, I am quite sure Mister Herrer here will remind you how unwise that would be" he turned to Mannie "correct?"

"Chill OUT Klu" Mannie let go of his arm "the docs here are holdin all the cards remember?"

"But doc I GOTTA wrestle!"

"Well you should have thought of that before you - "

"C'mon doc gimme a break here!"

"Get your clothes Mister Harrison. You are done for today - "

"What fuckin bogus... this is SHIT!" and he looked around as Kroos returned with his clothes.

"C'mon doc" Bo spoke up from across the room. Almost everyone had forgotten about him the last few minutes, "give'm a break."

"Sorry Mister Harrison... Bo" the doc said "but because he had an orgasm he disqualified himself today from any - "

"Can he come back? Another day?"

"Forget it unc" Klu was half-dressed "I'm through with this shit."

"Clarence - Klu - the docs are trying to help you, me, all of us. The least we can do is cooperate."

"Well I'm through with - coOPERATIN" and he was stepping into his shoes.

"Clarence Harrison you stop and listen NOW" and that booming bass shook the whole room. Even though Bo sat there, naked and wired like a guinea pig, he could still command everyone's attention, and scare the shit out of them in the process, "your dad will not be happy - "

"You leave him outa this" but Klu's voice was cracking now.

"Well then you chill out like your friends said and you listen, and listen good. The docs here have a weird way of goin about some things but they're doctors. They know what they're doing and we gotta listen to them you hear me?"

"Shit, fine, I'm listening unc."

"Well then you tell the doc there you're sorry - "

"Sorry?! Sorry that shit he put on my dick made me splooge?"

"Doc I'm sorry about Cla - Klu" Bo saw the bad situation getting worse "he's just a kid and y'know how kids are. I'm sure I can - "

"Well Mister - Bo" Kroos turned to him "you have been very cooperative so far. If you continue your cooperation, maybe - "

"What doc?" Bo looked at Klu: you are gonna OWE me boy! "I'm sure I can convince - "

"If you continue your cooperation, and we finish our session today, well maybe we can work something out. Are you agreed?"

Bo looked at Klu hard. Klu realized he had set him up but with a muttered "thanks unk" he slipped out of the room. Kroos went over to Bo and disconnected the electrodes, now free of any currents or readings since Mark shattered the procedure.

"Okay everyone a five minute break while we set up for the second series of tests..." the doc said and stopped recording with the two camcorders.

"What second part?" from several of the guys at once.

"There are drinks and snacks in the cooler in the corner behind Mister Olson. Help yourself and " he produced several gowns from a cabinet "put these on, opening in the front, and those of you still wearing underwear, hand them to doctor Kroos."

The guys had already pushed Olson out of the way and were opening cans of pop and bags of cookies and chips when they stopped cold.

"Five minutes" Kroos repeated and started handing out gowns, Bo first.

Bo stood around not sure what to do. He took the gown and wrapped it around himself as best he could but it barely covered his front. Hank and Jeff left the group and came up to him,

"I got one for you" Jeff handed him a can of pop.

"No thanks... Jeff? but I'm already about to burst" he looked down at himself where his tool was half-hidden by the opening.

"Why don't ya go down the hall? The docs won't notice."

"Like hell they won't. Especially that doc Kroos. Nothin gets by that one."

"Maybe..."

"Got a feeling I'm gonna be pissin again in front of everyone... or worse" he took the can, opened it and took a sip. Before they could react he snatched three of the cookies from their hands "you boys gonna haveta be faster than that! Shit I am so dry but if I ain't hungry too? All I know it my eyeballs are floatin here!"

"What they gonna do to ya? Think they're gonna do that?" Hank was walking on eggshells here with the big guy "y'know urine sample and - "

"Bo y'know they're gonna go an want ya ta cum too right?"

"Sheeeeet" he looked at the two "how come you too so smart?"

"Gotta feelin you been here before" Hank looked at Jeff "like... we have."

"You boys been here before?"

Hank looked at Jeff waiting for the reaction. When Jeff just shrugged, Hank said, "yeah, we - I mean I - got the treatment."

"What'd they do to you kids?" Bo's voice was almost angry.

"Everything you can imagine" Hank looked at Bo's front "but without the gizmos" he pointed at Bo's crotch.

"And without the fuckin audience" Jeff added. He looked around and noticed that Mark guy was back, talking with Herrer and Fredericks "geez Bo you gotta have balls of steel - sorry but y'know what I mean - you gotta be like beyond fearless to do this in front of people. I really admire you man."

"Boys" Bo looked around "if you had told me a month ago I'd be doin half of this shit - "

"You woulda wiped the floor with us, am I lyin?"

"Well let's say you'd be wearing a coupla steaks on yer face for a week y'know what'm sayin?"

"And now?" Hank almost asked: what happened? but he did not want to go there.

"All right gentlemen" Kroos cut in "everyone in their places. I will take your gowns back - "

"Say wha?" from half the group.

"And anyone who is still wearing underwear" he started with the trio of Bo, Hank and Jeff. They pulled off the gowns and before Kroos could get pissed, pulled down their shorts as well.

"You boys should be the ones puttin on this little show" Bo looked them up and down "instead of a fat old fool like me."

"You shittin us?" Hank looked at Bo "you're the man! We're all scrawny little shits compared to you. You're like one of those 'Strongman' guys you see on cable. Shit, you could do pay-per-view, people'd give money to - "

"Shut up Hank" Jeff cut him off fast"what he means Bo, is you ain't got nothin, I mean NOTHIN to be ashamed of. You have no idea how good you look - I mean - "

"Why do folks keep tellin me that? Well thanks I think" he looked at the two but then Kroos started,

"Okay the rest of you, gowns and shorts and do not make me ask twice."

"What about me" Mark looked around "I'm finished here right?"

"I will talk with you in a minute" as he went down the line one by one, collecting the gowns and not taking no for a answer from Fredricks and Olson, and when it was Mannie's turn, he held unto that gown for dear life, but Kroos glared it off him. His lack of underwear only made it worse, since he knew enough to be worried at that point.

When all the guys were naked and standing in line, arms folded and staring at the floor, Kroos put all the clothing away and went over to Mark. They had a brief secret conference, whispering so soft even Bo could not hear all of it, and what he did hear did not make him feel any less worried. When he heard Mark mutter "here? now? in front of all these punks?" he knew it could not be good. By now his bladder was bursting and he hoped they would finish it up fast. When he heard Mark say "three? make it five" he cut in,

"While you two are coming to an agreement doc I'm gonna be needing one of those containers - "

"You feel the - "

"Now doc!" and Kroos quickly jumped to the camcorders and flipped them on and was back to Bo with anotherof those large jugs. Bo yanked it out of his hands and right in front of everyone, not even turning his back, let it rip.

He filled it almost to the brim.

"Sorry" Hank was not able to get out of the line of fire in time "you did warn me though" and he yanked a towel from a nearby counter, drying his knees downward. When he finished himself he dried off Bo's legs as well. Kroos' expression was priceless, but when he saw Hank was not making a big thing of it, let it go. Kroos took the container and put it in the frig with the other specimens then returned to Mark, "well?"

Mark bent close to Kroos so maybe only Bo could hear, "four and my contract is ended."

"Three and your contract is ended or" Kroos leaned in close "six and one more procedure."

Mark looked around the room, fuck this "shit fine... I guess."

"Very well let's get started" and Kroos reconnected the wires to Bo's electrodes and then reglued another set onto Mark, same as before. They both winced when the juice came on again. Both the docs noted the heightened sensitivity and started scratching notes fast.

"Jumpin jacks doc?" Bo was rubbing his stomach to keep from focusing on how sensitive his tits had gotten since the last time.

"You can both start with several minutes of deep-knee bends to get the heartrate up" Kroos went over to stop the cameras and reload fresh tapes, then back to the doc and the console, comments between them low but constant "then we'll discuss the second part."

This time there were no jumping jacks, no muscle flexings, just the up and down motions, with the electrodes running from their fronts to the machine. The guys were trying to show a lack of interest with the new routine, knowing any reaction would not be hidden behind any shorts, and no Klu here to distract the docs. Some guys were doing multiplication tables to keep their minds off the two guys in front of them. After what seemed to be a very short time, Kroos said, "stop."

Both guys straightened up, sweating and breathing heavier. Mark's cock, was coming back out to full again, to his embarrassment. Bo's was its regular semi-wrinkled slightly lengthened state as before.

"Very good, now I need you both to turn around and grab your shins" Kroos was rustling in the drawer.

"Doc?" Bo looked at the guys watching him. He was not too excited about showing them his butt "you sure I heard that right?"

"Yes you heard correctly" and Kroos had produced two rubber devices, which some of them recognized as damn buttplugs! But they were different, more futuristic looking, than the usual off-the-shelf variety. Those few guys who noticed the difference were not about to elaborating on the oddness of those two. Instead of a solid piece of rubber or plastic, these were elaborately constructed of various materials, some clear, some soft pinkish rubber-like, but connected it seemed with some type of circuitry. More appropriate to a Friday the 13th movie than this place. Mark was already bending over, knowing this was coming. He was even pulling his buttcheeks apart, giving the guys are real real good view of his hairy crack. There were some muffled comments but most of the guys were too stunned to say boo.

Kroos went to Mark first and smeared some of the green goo on the plug and after several minutes of working it against Mark's resistance, managed to get it all the way up him. Mark was grimacing and panting but did not say a word. Then Kroos hooked up a fourth wire to the plug and had him turn around. When he did he noticed that Hank and that Olson kid were starting to bone. He gave Hank a look like: I dare ya to say a word!

"Okay Bo" Kroos went to him with a second one, the same size as Mark's but with similar construction "turn around."

"You sure about this?" Bo nodded at the guys "you really wanna be doin this in front of them? On the record like?"

"Your cooperation is crucial here" Kroos looked at him "like we discussed before. Before with your nephew..." and Bo got the picture. In technicolor!. If he did not play ball, Clarence was going to suffer the consequences. Bo cursed to himself, turned and bent forward. His huge thigh and glute muscles flexed several times as the doc greased him up with the goo and slid the plug into him, only the two of them aware of how loose Bo was back there. When it was connected Bo slowly raised himself up and turned around.

He looked at the guys, expecting to see either shock or disgust on their faces. He noticed Hank and that little blond Olson kid were both having a lot of trouble fighting back their growing hardons. The Fredericks kids was standing there with his eyes closed but he was sweating big time. The big Herrer kid was just looking at him with a weird blank expression on his face, his mouth moving a bit like he was saying something under his breath.

Kroos readjusted the cameras and said, "Gentlemen if you could continue with the knee bends again. But you may choose to do them more slowly and not as low."

Bo and Mark looked at each other, both showing discomfort on their faces. Bo could see every time Mark came back up, his cock was getting harder and redder. Shit, he thought, didn't he just blow a mega-load already? He looks like he's all primed to go a second time. Then he felt the buzzing deep inside his chute and then his nipples really started to hum. And that's when he felt that weird strap around his cock tighten and start to buzz in rhythm to that damn thing in his hole. The sweat started to run into his eyes as he looked down and godDAMN! his dick was coming to life! Everytime he stood back up it swung a little further forward. And all the guys now were looking back and forth between their two crotches, like they were watching some freaky tennis game or shit. He could not help himself and reached down to scratch his balls, feeling them wrinkle and tighten.

"Bo!" Kroos barked "you cannot touch yourself. Put your hands behind your head. And that goes for you too Mark."

They looked at each other again and raised their arms, locking their fingers behind their heads. Bo could feel the sweat trickling out of his pits and he continued his slow up and down motion, each crouch forcing that thing deep into his butt, and he started to feel it bang into that spot the same as the other day. Shit, he thought, wouldn't it be just impossible to get so worked up I just might blow like this? Right in front of everyone? But he knew that was not about to happen any time soon. Yet it felt like his insides were being tickled just like the other time but the tingling pulsings from that plug were more insistent this time, like the damn thing knew exactly where and when to buzz his hole! And these things on his nipples and dick were in the same league and really getting to him now. He looked over at Mark and damn! if he wasn't getting all shiny at the end of that pierced thing! He looked down at himself and saw his head was almost all the way out of the skin. And was it ever stretched and shiny!

Hank looked down at himself, feeling himself throbbing big time. He looked over to see who was noticing but most were looking at Bo and Mark. Once he caught Olson steal a peek at him and then at Jeff. When he saw Jeff catch him he looked away fast. But Hank could see that Olson's cock was getting much redder and longer by the second. Mannie and Fred were trying not to react but Hank could tell they were breathing heavy. He gave another half-glance to Jeff next to him and sure enough, Jeff was filling out enough to notice, the head emerging from the foreskin. As soon as Jeff saw that Hank noticed, it really started to grow.

It did not take long before Mark started to slow and finally stop in a half-crouch. He face was that same telltale red again and his neck muscles were starting to tense.

"Doc, doc you gotta turn it down" he hissed "otherwise..."

"Mark are you saying you might have the same reaction again?"

"Doc I can't help it" and he lowered his hands, lowering his hands to rub up and down along his inner thighs. He cock was full out and drumhead taut again, "doc ya gotta turn it down!"

Kroos came up behind him and brought his hands behind his head again, this time tying them with one of those cloth belts. Mark resigned himself, too close to fight. Almost as soon as Kroos had finished, Mark started bucking his hips forward and started to grunt, "fuck fuck fuck" and as they watched his cock erupted, sending several spurts out and onto the floor in front of him. This time Kroos held him in place, as Mark's cock started a slow steady streaming of fluid, not as thick as the first spurts, but running out of his cock slow and steady, and down his balls. After several seconds Mark started screaming and Kroos nodded at doc as he disconnected the wires. Mark collapsed onto his knees and stayed there bent over, trying to catch his breath. Before he got up, Kroos carefully removed the plug from his butt, then scooped up more of the spilled semen from the floor and stashed it away. Bo stood there watching the whole thing, his dick now full out and throbbing.

"Okay Mark that will be enough for today. You may take a shower and leave" and Kroos helped him up and Mark half-staggered towards the door and was gone.

Kroos looked at the guys, slowing scrutinizing them one by one. He could tell that Hank and Jeff and yes, Ernie Olson were turned on by what they had just seen. The other two, Fred and Mannie were doing everything they could not to get hard. That gave him the information he needed.

"Doc" Kroos looked back at the doc and the console "what was it?"

"Barely seven point two" the doc looked at the console.

"What's he mean doc?" Bo looked down at himself, feeling the tingling lessen a great deal. His dick was so full of blood it started to bend down a bit as the stimulation got to be almost tolerable again, "what are those numbers you talkin about?"

"Yeah doc" Hank spoke up "what are those? Are those what your getting?" he looked right at Kroos "or what your giving?"

Kroos went over to Bo "are you okay? can you keep going?"

"I'll be fine as soon as you get that... y'know... outa me."

"If you just keep it in a bit longer" and Kroos left him and went back to the group, looking at their fronts again, "now gentlemen" but this time he meant the team "which one of you was it before that was bragging about wanting a turn at the machine?" he came up to Hank "Hank?"

"Yeah right..." he knew Kroos had recognized his voice from before "it was Klu" he looked at the others "but y'know him, he was just jivin ya, okay?"

"Well you may yet get your wish" Kroos looked down at his cock, still hard and throbbing in spite of the alarm on his face " but not today. I fear you would be as over-responsive as our patient Mark proved to be" and he stepped away from him "no, now I believe we need a better control study, someone who, so far, has shown little reaction to the testings so far" he looked at Mannie who was ready to freak "like Mister... Fredericks here" and turned his head to see Fred panic "or Mister Herrer here" and as soon as Mannie felt the adrenelin stop pumping it returned, twice as hard!

"No wait doc" Mannie was babbling "not me really anybody else, hell I'm as turned on as anybody see?" and he started to pull on his cock but no good, it was at the shallow end of the pool.

"Or Mister Fredericks" Kroos looked at him "do you want to take Mark's place?"

Fred was too freaked to say anything. He just stood there and gulped.

"I'll do it" from Jeff out of the blue "don't make them do that shit."

Kroos came over to him, and saw his rapidly deflating cock "very brave of you Mister Walker. But again it needs to be someone with a... lower arousal response if you get my meaning" in other words, he's gotta be straight, Jeff told himself.

Bo finally spoke up, "this ain't right you can't make them do this shit, they're just kids!"

"Bo they are young men" Kroos looked back at him "entering the peak of their sexual years. No they are definitely NOT kids."

"Just let me do it" Bo looked at both docs "y'know what I mean, I'll do that stuff... all... of it. Even like this. But don't make one of them - "

"Heads or tails" Kroos produced a coin from his pocket and looked at Mannie "your call."

Mannie looked at Fred, knowing what he was condemning him to. He looked back to Kroos, "HEADS!" cause I ain't no bottom, like that Klu! he thought.

He watched Kroos flip it and catch it. He showed it to Hank. Hank looked at Kroos then at Fred then Mannie.

"What is it already?" Mannie blurted out.

"Wait a second" Fred yelled "if Mannie calls heads, then -- and it's heads that mean he wins? Then I gotta do that shit up there?"

"No buttmunch" Mannie said "Heads means if it's heads then I'm the next victim. So what is it Jenkins?" and he looked down at Kroos' hand.

"It's heads Mannie" Hank said, not looking at him.

"Fuck YOU lemme look at that" and Mannie yanked the coin from Kroos, expecting to see a double-headed coin or some such crap! Fuck, it was a real coin! "okay two outa three!"

"Sorry Mister Herrer -- " Kroos grabbed his shoulder.

"No WAY" he looked around, hoping someone would stand up for him.

"Or do you want to drop the team like Mister Harrison?"

"Fuck I have to wrestle. I need that scholarship or else?"

"C'mon doc" Bo looked at them "can't ya see he doesn't want to do this?"

"C'mon guys I can't do this! Not in front of everyone. You're all gonna think I'm- "

"We're gonna think which one is next" Hank spoke up "cause you gotta figure out by now we're all gonna haveta do it sometime... if we haven't already" he said so only Mannie could hear.

"You mean?" looking at him and then at Jeff. Hank nodded.

"Mutherfuck... damn..." he looked around the room "if any of you so much as talks in your SLEEP about this..."

"We on the team together" Jeff looked at all them "and the team stays tight right?"

One by one they all nodded.

Mannie looked around then at Kroos, "I don't gotta do... like I ain't touching anybody right? or nobody's gonna - "

"The same thing as Mark before. Nothing else."

"You sure?"

"Yes very sure."

Mannie looked at them again then at Bo. Bo gave him a look, like: it's your call. Mannie nodded at him, "'scool...okay... long as I ain't..." and let himself be escorted up next to Bo.

Olson and Fredericks nudged each other, shit he's really gonna do it! Mannie's gonna do it!

Mannie stood next to Bo and took the bottle of that stuff from Kroos, "so what's your deal man? You coulda popped hours ago..." but Bo stood there, watching while different electrodes were attached to Mannie's nipples. When Kroos came back with the electronic-gizmo leather ring Mannie tried to take it from his hand, but Kroos again insisted he do it. Mannie grimaced as Kroos manipulated his cock and snapped it in place, all the while Mannie was keeping his eyes closed, his mouth forming words a mile a minute.

"What's this?" Jeff whispered at Hank "he prayin?"

"What's fifty-five times seventy-one..." and nodded when Jeff got the lightbulb.

"Now Mister Herrer I need for you to turn around and grab your ankles."

"No way I'm showin butt to these guys" he looked at the four left.

"Don't sweat it Herrer" Olson said "we've seen it all before."

"Fuck you Freckle Boy, but not like this" but Mannie was steered around and in front of them all felt Kroos smear his butt with something greasy. Too late he remembered,

"Shit no! Not the green stuff. Use something else" so right there he blew it, now they all knew he had been in before, he had "done the nasty" at the docs before. He waited for the reaction, but instead the room got real quiet, except for the deep breathing coming from Bo next to him. He was not sure if the nasty comments would have been easier to handle. Before he could react, he felt the soft-rubber end of that contraption make contact with his hole. He squeezed down but it slid right in. Mannie made a big scene about how it hurt and all, but deep down was relieved it was smaller than the one Mark got, or that killer from the previous visit! By the time he stood up and turned around he was almost used to it.

"Very good gentlemen" Kroos produced the dumbbells again, a set for Bo and a set for Mannie, then went to the camcorders and returned to his spot at the console with the doc, "let us start with a few arm curls. Mister Herrer they are not too heavy for you - "

"Screw you" Mannie said under his breath "no."

"Whenever you are ready then."

"You sure you're okay with this?" Bo started pumping his arms.

"Shit I use forties at home" Mannie watched Bo's biceps start to balloon back, shit that stud has cobras! I wouldta minded training with him. Then Mannie felt the buzzing start in his nipples, "hey!!!"

"Does that hurt?" Kroos looked at the dials.

"N - n - no, I mean you could warn a guy..." he was watching Bo doing two curls for his one "that's all."

"Well then we are activating the others... now!" Mannie's eyes bugged out when he felt the buzzing vibration start at the base of his cock, and then blam! the tickling in his butt took off like a skyrocket! He almost dropped the weights.

"MutherFUUUUCK" Mannie stood there, first bending forward then back, trying to adjust to the sensations. He forgot about everyone, everything around him. His entire focus collapsed down to those sensations coming from his nipples and his crotch. Everything else, the room, the guys, the docs, his whole life receded to nothing! He never felt anything like this. That dildo up his butt before was not even a faint echo of what he was feeling now. Damn, he thought, no wonder that Mark guy shot his load. Twice!

"Mister Herrer, the dumbells please?" Mannie heard Kroos' voice from miles away.

"Go on kid" Mannie barely made out Bo looking at him "it keeps your mind off it. It helps t'burn the curls."

Mannie shook the tears out of his eyes, trying to focus on the big dark silhouette next to him, starting to really admire the big guy's advise, and yeah courage. Under any other circumstance, Mannie would dig hangin with the guy, even if he was related to that damn Klu. Slowly he started the curls again, and yeah Bo was right, it kinda helped. But damn, the vibrating just kept getting worse. Like the electrodes were taking turns, tormenting his various sensitive spots where he least expected it. He looked over at the strap around Bo's cock and saw it start to have its effect as Bo was swelling and lengthening again. He knew what the big fucker was feeling. Then he felt his strap start to tighten around his cock and knew that could only mean one thing. He was gonna throw a rod, right here in front of everyone! He started counting his curls, adding numbers, multiplying numbers, dividing by batting averages, fractions, fractions of war casualties, people dying in car accidents per year, divided by the number of states, counties, fuuuuccck!!! it was doing no good! He looked down and damn it was bobbing up to full. All the guys were watching, they could all see it now. And like it was contagious, Jenkins and Walker were coming up fast too. Shit, there goes Olson too. Ain't that a red mutherfucker! Imagine that thing in some black pussy...

Mannie gasped as he felt his butt clamp down on the plug. He looked down at his cock and fuck! his head was swollen up good and yeah there it was, he was beading now!

"All right gentlemen" Kroos' voice "now knee bends when you are ready."

Mannie crouched down to set down the weights, glad to hide his crotch for a second. He knew as soon as he stood up, he would be full hard and gooing on top of it! Man I am so fucked, he thought, then hid his smirk. Yeah, with this thing in me? Fucked is right.

He looked over at Bo who was back up for the third time already. His hose was full out and man was he hung! Mannie was close enough now to almost touch it. Shit, the guy was huge, what I could do with a log like that! Shit, he felt his asshole start to throb, I'm never going to get through this. Thinking it might throb less, he stretched himself and rose up. He stood up straight, but it just made it worse, so back down he went. No THAT was worse. Up and down he went, and it dawned on him that this up-and-down shit was EXACTLY what they had it mind. Each time it stimulated either his nipples and cock or his butt in back, back and forth, back and forth. Now he knew what it felt like to be totally and hopelessy fucked!

"Bo I can't keep this up much longer" Mannie grimaced "I'm gonna nut if I don't stop."

"Then do it" Bo was watching his cock like a hawk "do it kid."

"I can't man" he looked at Bo's cock, now getting almost purple, and damn if that strap didn't almost glow in this light"they'll make somebody else then. Once you shoot they'll stop I know it!" and Mannie grabbed his knees bending forward gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" Bo was next to him "you hurt?"

"Fuck fuck fuck" Mannie grabbed onto Bo's shoulders and before he realized it their two fronts collided. Mannie screamed and he lost it! His cock started unloading blast after blast right into Bo's crotch. Like a madman Mannie slammed his crotch hard into Bo's. The two of them hunched together and then Bo was shouting too.

"Let go! let go!" Kroos was shouting as well and even Jeff was coming up to them to pry them apart. Hank thought maybe they were electrocuting each other the way they were spasming! But Kroos was there first and got a hold of Bo's waist and pulled him back into his own crotch. Whatever it was that happened, they could see that both Bo's and Mannie's bellies were covered with about a gallon of cum! Kroos was unsnapping wires as fast as he could.

He got them both onto the tables before they collapsed, trying to take specimens of their orgasms but not sure whose was what. It was obvious they had both blown their loads, and then some. Before he could get at them, both Bo and Mannie were yanking those evil plugs out of themselves, then collapsing back on the tables.

"Eight point one and... nine point... seven!" the doc's face was white as sheet and he gestured Kroos over to confirm the readings before he began to turn off the machines. They knew now the machines worked!