The Exam

When the doc didn't call by two, Bob was on the phone to his office. His watch said two-o-four, but it tended to run fast.

"Doc Reynold's office" came the mechanical voice of the receptionist.

"Is he there?"

"He is with a patient right now" she said like such a thing would be obvious to even a three-year old.

"I gotta talk to him."

"Just a moment" and he heard rustling of papers.

"He has an opening next Tuesday."

"You think I can wait that long?" now Bob was talking to the three-year old, shifting his weight from leg to leg like he had to pee.

"Who is this plea-yus?"

"I need to talk to him. It's kinda important."

"Are you already a patient?"

"Yeah I was just there last night for crissakes!"

"Are you having complications?" she made it sound so clinical.

"Yeah. Complications you could say that."

"Very well. Just a moment plea-yus" and he was on hold, listening to instrumental musak. It needed one of his students to explain to him Eminem didn't translate well to this arrangement.

"Doc Kroos" came on the line.

"Is the doc there?" Bob did not feel like talking to the understudy.

"He is busy right now with a patient. The nurse said you are having complications?"

"You could say that doc. You definitely could say that! I don't know what you gave me but ever since last night--"

"Mr. Bernan?"

"Yeah it's me, who else you expecting? What the hell did you do? I can't well..."

"Are you having difficulty urinating?"

"You know damn well that's not it" he hissed into the phone "what was in that damn drink? An overdose of Viagra?"

"Oh I see what the difficulty is. Yes we have been receiving reports there may be some... after-effects."

"After-effects? You never said anything last night I was gonna be having no damn 'after effects'? Not like this!" And he looked down at himself. He woke up in the middle of the night with a hardon to beat all hardons. And it had not gone down since.

"Well you are a married man are you not?" Kroos was trying to be conciliatory.

"She's the fuck out of town goddamnit!"

"Well there are the usual... 'relaxation' methods" or, coach just beat off okay?

"I tried that and it don't help! I'm desparate here doc, you gotta have a pill or something! I can't go around like this!"

"Well we just might have an opening tonite at... seven?" he could hear a quick conversation with the receptionist "yes that might be possible."

"I don't need another g.d. visit, just write a prescription or something?"

"Not until we see you."

"Damnit..." he tried to angle another way out of this but knew they had him by the balls -- and worse "okay you win. I'll be there at six if I have to."

"Oh and one more thing Mr. Bernan" Kroos said slowly "I expect you know a Chris O'Connell."

"Yeah I know him. We're both..." but Bob didn't want to go into details and besides this had all the earmarks of a nasty little trap.

"Well he has cancelled several appointments with the doc here. If you could contact him and tell him we need to see him tonight..."

"Hey I don't talk to him that much" meaning: I ain't doing your dirty work for you, bastard.

"Well if you could call him and have him come by tonight. Say about seven?"

"Wait a minute doc. If you are trying to pull--"

"Very well. We will see you both at seven. Goodbye" and he hung up before Bob could argue any more.

He didn't let on that he and Chris were not complete strangers to each other. Hell he had just talked to him last week about the summer training camp Bob was starting next week for the football tryouts. Chris had offered to help, okay maybe hoping to scout the new members of the team for his wrestling squad maybe that too. Talent was limited so there was some back-and-forth between the two sports. So when he called, Chris was not that surprised to hear from him.

"Hey Bob what's going on? You getting ready for the camp yet?"

"Hey Chris sorry to bother you. Yeah I been working real hard on it and..."

"You gonna need some help or what?"

"Well it looks like maybe I might have some talent and I could still use the help" he said trying to sound low key, but he knew what it meant. He would let Christ get first pick for his squad.

"Sounds great. So you want me to swing by first thing Monday and meet the guys?"

"Well Monday..." Bob knew he had to sweeten the deal some way "We gotta a couple of transfers coming in but I'm not sure I will have spots for them all" waving the carrots in front of him.

"Why? You overbooked yourself again?"

"Naw, it's just I might have you run things on Monday" okay you get a whole day to choose "and I should have a clean bill of health by Tuesday..."

"Whatdya mean? You been sick?"

"Naw I just been getting some antibiotics from the doc and he told me t'stay outa the sun when I'm taking them."

"Which doc?" but Bob could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Oh Doc Reynolds. You know him I hear" yeah I heard the tone in your voice.

There was a long silence on the phone and Bob finally heard "yeah... I know him."

"That's part of why I called."

"Why... why's that Bob?" and there was a distinct edge now in his voice.

"I was just talkin to the doc last night and he's been trying to get ahold of you -- "

"Afraid I been a bit busy lately" he snapped.

"Well" Bob didn't know how to spring the trap so he just blurted out "the doc's real concerned about you coming by the office tonight. Says it's important."

"You two been talking?" now he had to hear how bad this was going to be.

"Yeah" Bob said trying to adjust himself again "you think you could swing by about seven. He made it sound like it wasn't really an option. Anything going on Chris?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all" but he knew the crack in his voice was giving himself away "I better call him. By any chance you aren't going in tonite are you?"

"Me?" and Bob heard the panic in Chris' voice "don't think I'll be able to get away. But I was supposed to."

"Let me call him."

"Okay. And I'll let you know what I can arrange about Monday Chris" hoping it didn't sound like the extortion it was.

"Fine. Get back to me" and he hung up. Damn, he thought, now Bob's involved in this shit too? Don't tell me that the doc's got something on him now as well. Damn and double damn. He hesitated for several minutes but then called the number. Better he hear it from the doc than from Bob or hell! someone else at school.

"Doc Reynold's office."

"This is O'Connell. I gotta talk to him."

"Just a moment" and after no more than two minutes, the doc came on "Doc Reynolds."

"Okay doc what the fuck's goin on?"

"So Mr. Bernan contacted you?"

"You know damn well he did. Now what's goin ON! What did you TELL HIM!"

"Your confidences are completely intact I assure you. Did he tell you what this is concerning?"

"Hell no! Only that you been trying to get a hold of me about something and you need to see me tonite. So what gives?"

"So are we going to see you tonight at seven?"

"About what?"

"We will discuss it then. Now if you will excuse me I must get back to my patient."

"Not until you tell me--"

"Oh you have nothing to worry about Chris. In fact I can assure you this is something you would look forward to as completely as last time. Seven then" and he hung up.

"Wait!" but too late. He heard the dial-tone and swore. What did he mean, look forward to again? The only thing he's look forward to is seeing him burn those tapes and release the contract. Damn, as long as he had those, he knew he was still trapped. And even though he was putting it off this was something he needed to straighten out before the school year started. Damn and double damn, he knew he was going to be there at seven.

At six forty-five, Bob was already at the doc's and maybe a bit surprised not to see Billy there when he opened the door. Instead Doc Kroos was behind the table,

"Hello Mr. Berman."

"Hey Kroos the doc here? I got an appointment and I'm kinda in a hurry."

"Not yet but he told me to help you get ready."

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"If you follow me" and Kroos led him into the back and down the hall. Bob started for the exam room but Kroos steared him to the other, observation room.

"What the hell is this?" Bob looked around, but the interior lights were too bright to see into the unlit main exam room.

"This is our second exam room. Now if you can place your clothes in this cabinet and get into this" and he held out another gown.

"Hey I just gotta talk to the doc about last night. I don't need anything else" Bob tried to stall, not ready to take orders from the damn second string.

"The doc left clear instructions" Kroos was not going to argue "he did say you had an urgent concern. So the sooner you are ready the sooner he can help you."

"Look man, just go tell the doc I'm here!"

"Not until you put this on. Sorry Bob but those are my instructions. You do not want there to be any... trouble now do you?"

"Trouble? What do you mean by trouble?" Bob hated to hear that word, fearing fall-out from last night "c'mon Kroos I was hoping we could come to an agreement here!"

"Which we will Bob" Kroos was not budging "so let us all just cooperate here alright?"

"C'mon doc.."

"All right?"

"Damn" but Bob began to pull off his shoes and socks and left them on the floor. As Kroos stored them away Bob turned away from him to remove his shirt. When he turned back he almost went through the roof seeing Kroos set up another video camera! And Kroos' expression was somewhere between bored and exasperated. Like he had done this thousands of times.

"Don't even think about--"

"Sorry Bob. But the doc was very specific."

"I mean it doc. Turn that damn thing off now!"

"You can always discuss that with the doc" Kroos was making no effort to remove the camera.

"Damn right I'm gonna talk to him" Bob said sitting down on the table.

"Go on Bob just give me the pants now" Kroos looked like a peevish servant now "we do not have all night your time is precious."

Bob threw his pants down in disgust and stood there with them around his ankles "okay ya happy now?" His undershorts could not hide the long hard tube pointing up along one thigh, the hard red head sticking out of the waistband by a good two inches, the tip wet and shiny.

"When did that start?" but Kroos was stepping aside making sure the camera had a clear view.

"It's been like this all day" Bob snarled, finally pulling down his shorts as well "having anything rub against it is like torture."

"But your wife must rather pleased with the--"

"If she were home yeah maybe doc, maybe she would" he said, getting back onto the table trying to hide it as best he could. Fat chance.

"So you still have other recourses no?" Kroos tried to lighten the mood but saw the dark scowl on the coach's face "sorry."

"Okay now ya see why I gotta see the doc. He did something to me last night -- hell you were there and having a real real good time if I remember right--"

"To which you were not paying much attention correct?"

"Hey" he looked around and at the camera "it's not like I had a choice... and don't even think about anything like that happening again! Now I want to see the doc!"

"I am afraid he... is a bit busy right now Bob" Kroos said flipping a switch. Suddenly the dark window lit up and the main exam room came into view.

"What the fuck?" the coach said, now able to see the doc and Coach O'Connell who was standing there still in his streetclothes both of them deep in conversation "what's going on in there?"

"It is a form of one-way mirror we have, so let me see..." and Kroos starting looking around the console again "this should do it" and turned on the microphone from the other room.

"... look doc once I delivered the team I fulfilled the terms of the contract" O'Connoll was saying.

"That's true but the summer training program will need a medical supervisor to sign off the proper paperwork is that true?"

"Okay what did Bernan tell you? Is he here?"

"As a matter of fact he is" the doc said checking the exam tray for all the supplies he was going to need "but first we need to have you get out of those clothes."

"Not until you tell me what this is all about."

"Well we need your cooperation in order to complete another developing... let's say second phase of the project" the doc said "which now involves Mr. Bernan."

"What the hell they talking about in there?" Bob said looking at Kroos closely "what 'second phase'?"

"Let me see if I can turn this louder" and Kroos adjusted the dials but a humming and crackling erupted from the speaker.

"This damned thing was supposed to be repaired" he tried turning more dials until all they could hear was static.

"Damn turn that thing off before my ears bleed" Bob said.

"Do you not want to know what they are talking about?"

"Damn right I do" Bob said heading for the door.

"Wait Bob" Kroos followed after him "you can not go in there!" but too late Bob was already out the door and heading down the hall. With Kroos a few steps behind he burst into the exam room,

"Okay doc what the fuck's going on here?"

O'Connell gave a shout when he saw Bernan storm into the room naked and hard.

"Damn Bernan what the hell!" but he could not take his eyes off what was sticking out of Bob's crotch "what you doin here like that?"

"Okay doc explain what all this shit is about. Ever since last night -- "

"Bob you were here last night?" Chris said looking around and then back to Kroos at the door.

"Yeah and that's how I ended up like this!" he pointed down at his crotch.

"Man I wish I should have problems like that!" still not able to look "what'd they give you, an overdose of Viagra?"

"Mr O'Connoll it's like this" the doc broke in "we are in the process of developing a certain experimental technique which is still in the research stages but it's rather top secret still."

Both men looked at the docs and then at each other.

"Yes that is correct more or less" Kroos added "but until we have it calibrated properly we cannot come out and publish the results. Right now it has certain..." and he indicated Bob's swollen condition "side effects which need to be corrected."

"Chris what they're getting at is they got this motherfuckin machine--"

"A machine?"

"Yeah a fuckin machine... and it gets you so goddamn horny and hard you'll do anything or..." looking at Kroos with beady eyes "fuck anything. But when you shoot your load you're just about turned inside out until your balls just about come out your cock. It's like nothing you can imagine."

"Okay doc let me at it" Chris said "especially if I end up like that!"

"You don't wanna do it Chris" Bob said nervously, but maybe a bit proud of how everyone was impressed with his tripleX erection "unless you want to be hard the rest of your life."

"Deal!"

"No really Chris this ain't no picnic."

"Coach Bernan is right" the doc broke in again "it seems to result in almost painfully dramatic erections and some patients might not be all that happy about adding four or five inches to their penises" he said looking down at O'Connell's crotch "especially when they are already as big a you."

"You seen Chris already? When was that Chris?" Bob looked around very suspicious.

"Hell no!" Chris back-pedaled "it's just an expression, Bob!"

"We don't know the full consequences" the doc added "but it seems Mr. Bernan's reactions here cannot be typical. We think it was an anomaly."

"You mean not all guys will end up like..." he looked over to Bob "like you?"

"Hey don't mean to brag" Bob was too gullible "but I started out bigger than most before I even got... I mean started the treatment."

"So what do I gotta do doc? Chris started to unbutton his shirt "take a pill or something?"

"Hey doc don't mean to be pushy here but --" Bob broke in "this is supposed to be my treatment tonight."

"Well Bob I can see your need to..." doc said looking at him "to get that taken care of. You do realize that the second treatment may not alleviate all of the symptoms."

"You mean I gotta go through that again?"

"Of course! what were you expecting?"

"Thought you were just gonna give me some pills or something..." Bob looked at the doc then at Chris "you know something just to get this back to normal" and he gave himself a good tug.

"We do not have any such medications developed as of yet" Kroos said "all we know is that... well it appears repetitive use in some patients seems to have a.... positive effect."

"Damn..." Bob looked over at Chris who almost seemed eager about this "continuing? Fine anything then... just FIX THIS okay?"

"Very well" the doc said "but I hope you don't mind if Mr. O'Connell has his turn first?"

"Fine just let me know when he's finished" and Bob headed for the door.

"No we need you here" Kroos said.

"Yeah right! What the fuck for?"

"If you want your treatment you must remain present. That is the arrangement."

"You still ain't telling me why?"

"Look doc" Chris broke in "why don't you let Bernan here go first. I wanna see how this works anyway before I agree to try it?"

"That would not be necessary, but we appreciate your offer" Kroos said "now Mr. O'Connell we need you up on the table and I will hang up your clothes. Mr. Bernan I need you over here."

"Forget it doc" Bob tried to leave again.

"Mr. Bernan, your collegue has agreed to see what we have developed. If you rather we show him the recording made last night so he has a better--"

"Fuck you you wouldn't dare!"

"The choice is yours."

Bob looked at Kroos and at O'Connell who was now stripping down to his shorts. Damn, he hated to admit that the thought of watching Chris put through the ordeal was intriguing but it was not something he would admit. Ever. And he knew that he would crawl through broken glass to have another go at that thing again, and from what they were saying it would help him with his now constantly nagging hardon. Not to mention the constant reminder of the irritation deep inside his butt! But no way would he go through with it without putting up the biggest fight, even if most of it were a big act. Fuck, he thought, as long as I get to pop a nut with that damn machine before it's all over, I'll do damn near anything!

"If you guarantee that recording stays private doc, and I mean PRIVATE!"

"Very well" Kroos said "now over here please!"

"So Bob you gonna stick around for this?" Chris asked, a bit reluctant to expose himself, knowing he was not anywhere as big as what Bernan was waving around, but if all worked out he would give him a run for his money with the help of whatever they were gonna do "you gonna watch me do my thing?"

"Just don't take all day Chris" Bob said now standing behind the head of the table "I'm a bit hard pressed for time okay?"

"Well you're certainly hard I'll grant you that" Chris tried to chuckle as he pulled down his shorts, now naked in front of everyone "so I guess you like what you see?" he looked back at Bob.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Mr. O'Connell up on the table now. Doctor Kroos will secure your straps."

"Straps? Nobody said anything about any straps!" Chris tried to sit up but Kroos held his shoulders.

"Mr. Bernan will tell you that the straps are necessary so you don't hurt yourself."

"What are these for Bob?"

"Look Chris" Bob said from behind his head "if it's anything like what they did to me last night and if you ain't tied down your gonna wish you were, once they get started. Unless you wanna--"

"You didn't say this was gonna hurt like that!" and Chris was forcing Kroos's hands away from his shoulders "then I don't want no part of this!"

"Tell him Bob!" Kroos said.

"He's right. This ain't got nothing whatsoever to do with pain. Hell you think I'd be boned all day if it hurt Chris? It's just the opposite. You feel like you're gonna explode and if you ain't tied down you'd be bouncing off the ceiling no shit!"

"You lying Bernan?"

"Wish I was!"

"Fine" and Chris lay back as Kroos brought the straps up again, this time securing his chest to the table, pinning his arms and wrists in the process.

When he was immoble, Kroos brough out the machine. Chris tried to look up but could not raise his shoulders.

"What's that now doc, the lie detector?"

"Actually it's very similar. Now if you could raise your legs?"

Chris looked around and saw where this was going "if you're even thinking of trying anything with my butt..."

But the doc and Kroos both grabbed a leg, and before Chris could kick them away they had pulled them up and secured each foot in a stirrup.

"Wait a minute doc I changed my mind!" Chris started to panic "on second thought, let Bob here go first.

"Just relax Mr O'Connell" Kroos said "you cannot struggle."

"Damnit let me go! Now!" but the more he tried to pull away from the finger starting to rub something wet around his asshole, the more he realized he had nowhere to go. When he felt the lubed finger enter him he started screaming,

"GodDAMN FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" but no matter how he clenched down, Kroos finger slid in and then a second started to work its way in.

"You asshole! y'getting off on this Bernan? Wait'll I get my hands on you you're dead!" but for all his need to pound Chris into a bloody stump, the gel was becoming a bigger concern. He squirmed around then caught Bob's shocked expression, "you boned watching this???!!!"

Chris looked down when he saw Kroos run some strap-like contraption around the base of his cock, not tight but cold. He saw a couple of cables being connected to the various nobs and tubes that made up parts of it, including the two electrodes where the cords attached with tiny clicks . When he saw Kroos start to apply a green goo to his cock he started yelling, "not that stuff. Anything but that stuff again!"

"So Chris you saw this before? What else y'been keepin from me ol buddy?" Bob asked from the far side of the room. He was doing his best not to allow himself to watch this but now he suspected they were getting to the bottom of this. And maybe a part of him wanted to see Chris squirm a little.

"Fuckit!"

"Why not, go ahead and tell Mr. Bernan here about the last time you experienced this gel" Kroos was now getting a third finger in, feeling the sphincter start to relax a bit as the gel took effect. Kroos nodded at the doc.

"Fuck, fuck, no way on earth!!" Chris hissed out, his jaw clenched feeling the fingers invade his hole, but then a tingling started inside him "you'd have to cut my dick off before I do that!"

"Hey I don't need to know Chris" Bob said, thinking, I have a hunch I'll find out soon enough.

Kroos connected the cables to the console and started to adjust the dials. Once the first display numbers climbed into the thirties, the effect on Chris' cock became obvious.

"Hey doc what's that? That ain't like nothin y'did last night!"

"What?!?! Hey!" Christ tried, but his crotch was shouting louder.

"After last night we suspect that an incomplete procedure may be the cause of your problem--"

"Say what?"

"Or some missing element, there may be a component missing?"

"Say all that again?" from Bob who came in closer to see.

"We suspect the programs are designed for something more, something we have not fully explored. We feel both areas need to be stimulated and that's why your reaction was atypical" Kroos was stearing Bob into the situation.

"English doc..."

"In other words because your genitals did not have the complementary stimulation, you experienced only a partial orgasm."

"Partial? PARTIAL? You're kidding right. I thought my guts were coming outa my dick I was blowing so hard..."

"Yet your penis does not agree" Kroos said getting back to the controls connected to Chris.

"Hey Chris this ain't what happened last night, I swear! Okay they did this damm proctoscope shit and well when something else went... y'know up me I thought I was gonna... shit... I'm just glad I didn't explode cum outa my eyeballs! But damn Christ this is something else... but damn it looks like the doc is right" Bob could not tear himself away from what was happening to him.

"You think I enjoy this? You like someone's fingers in your butt?"

"Hell you must, your cock is doin some kinda dance right now."

"You know dam n well what this thing does when it's hooked up like this" he said trying to get a better look at what was going on down there but he was too restrained.

"Sorry man nothing like this. I got somethin else entirely."

"Damn what you doin' down there doc?" Chris threw his head back.

Kroos had withdrawn his fingers and was starting to grease up the probe part of the instrument with green goo "this may be uncomfortable at first."

"Hey doc how much longer I gotta stand around while Chris here gets that dildo up his butt" Bob was losing patience while his own cock was not getting any softer and as much as he hated to admit it, the show was making him even hornier if possible.

"What!!!!??" yelled Chris trying to pull out of the restraints "don't you dare try to put anything in me!!"

But too late he started to feel something cool and wet pushing at his hole.

His instinct was to pull his legs down and together but his feet were firmly in the stirrups so no matter how he twisted and jerked he could not prevent the soft plastic head from breaking past his ring and start a slow sliding inside his fully stretched hole. In a matter of minutes it was almost half-way in.

"Bernan I'm gonna KILL you when I get up from this! Y'hear me?!?! You knew what this was going to be!"

"Fuck, I tried to warn ya. What the doc here gave me last night..." Bob could not finish, he was so anxious to get his turn on the table.

"You wanted another buttfucking didn't you, ya sick pig!"

"If that's what it'll take yeah I did" Bob said now openly stroking himself "even if it meant takin on Kroos here like he did that other guy--"

"Wait!" Kroos slammed down on the pause button, coming around the console fast "don't you--"

"Nobody you know" Bob continued, enjoying seeing Kroos squirm for a change "some old guy from like Pl****th or something. But Kroos here'll remind you I was warning ya t'let me go first... and you'll know why in a minute or two."

"Ain't no way I'll even do this again! I ain't no perv like you!"

"Doctor if you could check the reception area?" the doc was readjusting the dials, and then to Chris "we are expecting more patients tonight --"

A loud protest came from Bob and especially from Chris who was in no position to cover himself.

"They will not be in here. We have other... facilities to use" the doc said and looked at Bob who then looked at the one-way mirror, knowing what is was there for now.

"Who are these... 'patients'?" Bob asked still looking at the mirror.

"Some patients you do not know" the doc said leaving "Doctor?"

"Right away" Kroos started to leave but Bob was right behind him grabbing his shoulder.

"What's the deal here Kroos?" Bob said, his cock banging into his's leg "you ain't got some of our students gonna watch THIS!?"

"Of course not" he said, trying to calm him "it is just a family from Port who must fill out some insurance forms. Maybe make a follow-up appointment and then they will be leaving" looking at the mirror "now if you will excuse me!"

"You better be damn sure of that" Bob tightened the grip menacingly "or you know there'll be consequences."

Bob went back into the exam room to talk some sense into the doc but he was preoccupied now, as he continued to push the dildo home, until he was sure that he had made contact with Chris' prostate. He reached over and reactivated the pause button, and started twisting several dials until the displays started into the low fifties.

"Ah agh agh" Chris started to grunt "what IS that?"

"You like that Chris? In a minute or two I'm bettin you're gonna wonder how you ever coulda cum without that damn thing in ya" Bob said, his own cock now even starting to shine as he stroked it more.

But Chris was in another world, all sensations concentrated on what was going on around his cock and balls, as well as that spot deep inside him. His cock was now bright red and fully swollen, and after another minute started to ooze a clear pearl or two of pre-cum.

"Doc doc stop stop! get it outa me get it outa me" Chris was thrashing around on the table now. Everyone was too distracted to hear the door open and Kroos re-enter, taking in the sight fast. He came over to the doc behind the console and had a quick conference of nods and gestures. The doc relinquished control of the machine and Kroos started hitting buttons as the console began a slow occilatory humming and vibrating, not as loud as before. A deep noise, between a scream and a moan came out of Chris' throat "ahhggghhh, I'm ccccuminggg" but even though his cock started to throb and jerk, nothing came out. Chris was now yelling non-stop.

"Doc please stop make it cum make it cum" Chris was slapping his cock onto his belly trying to make it shoot but nothing.

"Damnit doc it's inhuman" Bob said, now jerking himself hard "let the bastard pop already."

"Chris do you want to orgasm?"

"Damn fuck YES!" he moaned.

"Will you follow our orders?" Kroos hit another button and turned for some clipboards on the counter.

"Damn ANYTHING!" he said, his head bobbing in time to the pulses from the electrodes.

"Don't do it Chris!" Bob yanked his hand away from his very sensitive cock grabbing Chris' shoulder strap "don't agree to -- "

"Anything! Just finish this!"

"Very well Mr. O'Connoll" Kroos said adjusting the dials and slowly removing the dildo from his butt.

"No please, don't take that out!" Chris heard a voice yell, amazed recognize it as his own.

"See what I mean Chris?" Bob said, sweat dripping off him and down his muscular torso down into his crotch, where his hand was rubbing his swollen balls.

"Doc just tell me what you want."

"Okay Mr. O'Connoll listen carefully. We are going to untie your restraints now. When we do you must roll onto your stomach. Mr. Bernan, I will need your assistance."

The two of them untied Chris and managed to help him roll over. As he did Bob pointed at the attachments still on Chris' cock.

"Keep them on for the time being" Kroos said and then to the doc "we are ready for the next part."

The doc went out of the room and returned with another video camera already on its tripod. Both guys quickly tried to cover themselves and get away from it, pure instinct taking over.

"Gentlemen we intend to make a separate film ofthe next part. If either of you has any objections you may leave now. But you may be sure that neither one of you will obtain your what you require..." he said slowly "and that includes ever experiencing this device again" the doc said indicating the console.

"Damnit doc I can't let you do this! I'm a married man. I got a job teaching for crissakes! What would happen if anyone saw this?" Bob said, trying to get away from the table away from the camera. Chris was trying to turn away as best he could. Shoving his greasy butt at the camera was just making an embarrassing situation worse, if possible.

"Look doc I would do just about anything to get a repeat of last night, but this?" Bob was saying.

"Why are you being so squeemish Bob?" Kroos said "you were filmed last night as well, as you already admitted."

Bob could say nothing but look at the floor.

"Damnit Bernan what did you agree to?"

"Just that damn machine..."

"As much as I need to blow right now I can't with that damn thing pointed at me" Chris said.

"Gentlemen, we are turning the new camera on now" and the doc pointed at Kroos who flipped it on "either of you want to leave?"

Both stayed put in spite of themselves. They watched each other as their bodies becamed glued to the spot. Almost like their inertias were feeding off each other.

"Very well" the doc said, leaving the room with the camera still running "Dr. Kroos will now tell you what you need to do."

"Mr. O'Connoll please get back on the table and lie on your stomach."

Chris slid back onto the table and quickly hunched down, making sure his crotch was pointed away from the camera. He could almost feel the heat of the camera's light burning his sensitive ass.

"Now slide down until your legs are over the end and your feet are on the floor."

Chris inched down until he was half-way off the table, his greasy butt bent back and out. As much as he hated to think about it, his mind kept warning him what was coming.

"Now please spread your feet apart" Kroos said as he brought the camera close so it was pointing right into his crack. Chris looked behind him and started to swear but knew he was licked.

"Mr. Bernan I need you over here now" and Kroos pointed to a spot right behind Chris and next to the camera.

"Please coat your fingers with this... as well as... your penis" and Kroos gave him a tube of the green gel.

"Damnit doc not that stuff please! That's what got me into this mess!" Bob tried to protest but actually he could not wait to get some onto his cock. When it was coated with the stuff he looked at the camera and even gave it a good shake in its direction "ya getting all this? You getting a good shot of my cock? Is that what you want?"

"Now spread some of this into Chris there."

"Whatya mean 'into'?"

"You know where you should put it. Go on."

"No way doc" Bob tried to back away "I ain't gonna stick my fingers up his shithole."

"The choice is yours. We will wait while you decide."

Bob glared at Kroos and then down at Chris who was too shocked to look back at him.

"Chris he wants me to stick my fingers in you man."

But Chris didn't say a word. While Bob stood there hesitating, Kroos went back to the machine and started cranking the dial again. The electrodes connected to Chris' cock started to vibrate again.

"Agh agh damn" Chris flinched, jerking his crotch away from the bed and his ass up at Bob "just do it goddammnit! I'm already screwed."

Bob looked around again at then at the camera "fine you bastards win. Make sure you get this on your damn camera cause I ain't gonna do this twice."

He gently placed his middle finger against his crack and was rather amazed when Chris actually leaned back into him, impaling himself on the finger.

"Fuck" Bob looked down at this finger disappearing into him "I never woulda done anything like this Chris, you sure?"

"The rest now" Chris said, rocking back and forth, as Bob put the second and the third into him. He could not believe how stretched out his hole now was, between the dildo and Kroos' fingers before. He felt Chris open up like a balloon.

"Yeah that's it!" and Chris continued to rock back and forth on the fingers, while his cock was rubbing back and forth on the sheet, "oh yeah just keep doing that, oh yeah oh yeah..."

Bob looked down at his hand almost going into him up to the knuckles. His cock, covered with that same gel, was throbbing with the constant stimulation. Without meaning to, he brought his crotch forward until the head was resting in the palm of his hand, almost touching where the fingers disappeared into Chris' hole. As he saw Chris slowly rock back and forth, he saw his cockhead once or twice almost make contact with Chris' skin . As he did the gel started to take over, his cock felt like it was covered with itching powder and combined with the irritation he'd been feeling all day he had to start working it up ad down his palm, pointed right where the fingers went in Chris' hole and then he could not restrain himself anymore.

"Chris you're gonna kill me but I can't help it" and Bob slowly withdrew his fingers, and seeing the gaping hole an inch in front of his cock, just leaned forward "fuck the camera I can't stop myself" and his cockhead slid right in.

"Fuck!!!!" Chris yelled and tried to pull forward, but he had no where to go "get that outa me now! I ain't no damn pussy!"

"Sorry Chris" he said and slammed himself all the way in, while grabbing Chris' hips and pulling him towards him down onto his cock.

Christ screamed with the invasion but the electrodes on his cock were now sending pulses to him that made him forget the rape, forget the cameras, forget everything except the need to cum.

"Damn I'm cumming" they both yelled as Bob gave a hard thrust and started shooting deep into Chris' bowels. Chris was gasping for air as Bob's weight crushed down on him again and again, forcing his crotch hard into the table, but nothing was coming from his overly-swollen cock.

"Damn it I I I" Chris reached down to grab himself. Kroos quickly pulled his hand away, just as Bob withdrew his very large cum-slicked dick from Chris and collapsed onto the floor. He barely noticed that Kroos had managed to flip Chris onto his back again and get one of his wrists into the strap.

"Damn you damn you, let me shoot! What more do you want?" Chris moaned over and over but finally Kroos managed to pull his other hand away from his stomach and get it strapped in as well. Once he was secured, Kroos found the mechanical probe and relubed it, again placing it into Chris hole, now leaking with Bob's cum. When he felt it slide in, Chris started to pant, his chest heaving as he felt it push into his raw and sore flesh.

"No more no more I can't take it!" but Kroos was adjusting the dials starting another program, this one with oddly non-rhythmic sounds.

"Ah ah ah ah" he gasped "yeah yeah yeah" feeling the stimulation start to churn away inside him.

Kroos now stood back and let the machine do the rest. He finally shrugged his shoulders and started to unbuckle his pants. Bob looked up and saw that Kroos was stripping off his pants and then his shorts. Damn, the guy was full hard, Bob saw. Glad he ain't gonna fuck ME with that! But he ain't gonna be fucking Chris either. He was a bit surprised that Kroos did not lube himself with the green stuff. And damn, he thought, looking down into his crotch, I just shot but I'm still rock hard. Don't tell me I'm starting to get off on this shit. But the more he watched Kroos stroke himself, the more he saw his own hand reach down and play with his cock. What's gotten into me?

By now Chris was back to oozing a steady string of clear syrup from his cock, the red head throbbing in time to the pulsations from the machine. But no matter how he clenched his butt or squeezed himself, he could not bring himself off.

"C'mon Kroos let the damn bastard shoot!" Bob said standing up beside Kroos, close enough he could feel the heat coming from him "what more do you want?"

"Mr. O'Connell do you indeed want to ejaculate?"

"Damn yes PLEASSSEE!"

"Very well there is one more thing" Kroos said, and went over and pulled that clipboard from the counter along with a pen.

"Mr. O'Connoll if you just sign this release form?"

"What? No! Just let me cummmm!"

"As soon as you sign this."

"Damnit Chris don't do it!" Bob said trying to pull the weapon out of Kroos' hand.

"Mr Bernan if you interfere you will forfeit any chance of this machine. Remember why you called today. How desparate you were! Are you sure? I suggest you go back where you were."

"Don't sign it Chris! You'll end like me! Don't do it!" but he released his death grip on the clipboard and stepped away.

"Chris it is all up to you" Kroos went over and shifted the dials, overriding the program causing an alarming imbalance in the numbers. Chris start screaming.

"Stop! stop! don't you're killing me! Okay okay I'll sign" and as Bob yelled, No don't, the pen was fitted into his restrained hand and with a quick scrawl, Chris signed his life away.

"Damn Chris why!" Bob said, "you don't know what you just did!"

"Fuck, now fix the damn machine you're killing me!" Chris was panting barely forming the words between gasps of breath, his chest heaving and sweating, his face as red as his cock. Kroos went back to the console and readjusted the dials resuming the program, and now the numbers displayed the soothing humming coming from the console, the numbers rising and falling like lapping waves. Chris threw his head back and started moaning.

"Mr. Bernan you seem to be still very aroused" Kroos said now stroking himself slowly but steadily.

"Damnit you know why! You got me to fuck him but that ain't gonna do it" he looked down at himself, his hard cock mocking him.

"Come here... closer"Kroos said indicating the spot next to him, next to the table. Bob saw where the camera was pointing. Kroos wanted all of them in the shot.

"Fuck" he muttered and went over to his side, his hip almost touching Kroos', both their cocks pointing at Chris. He almost didn't react when Kroos reached over and started to slide his hand up and down his throbbing cock. He was too far past objecting. In fact he reached over and started to jack Kroos' cock almost unconsciously. They looked down as the last of Chris' ordeal approached its climax. The program continued relentlessly, going up and down the numbers playing Chris like a piano. Two, five, ten minutes passed, both men divided between their hands on each other's cocks and what they saw progressing on the table in front of them. The hypnotic effect shifted when Chris gave a strangled gurgle and threw his head back. Slowly his cockhead widened and the slit opened and the smallest amount of cum barely oozeed out. Then more and more until it just jettisoned out and down onto his belly. Kroos reached down with his other hand and gave Chris' balls a firm slap!

"Damn!" Bob yelled and almost let his hand slip off, but then saw a huge geyser of cum fly out of Chris' cock and shoot up past his shoulders. But with each jerk of his cock, Chris kept shooting. Five, six, seven, they lost count. After what must have been twenty spurts, Kroos let out a gasp and bucked his hips forward into Bob's hand and started shooting down onto Chris' thigh. But Chris' cock didn't stop spasming, even though no more fluid came out. Bob broke free and lunged for the console and turned all the dials down. Chris just lay on the table jerking and shaking.

"Damn you almost killed him!" he said to Kroos, who was just leaning over, the last of his orgasm subsiding.

"I assure you he would not die" Kroos said, opening his eyes "but his heart might take some time to recover."

"Damn Chris you okay?" Bob started to untie the restraints and pull him up "c'mon Chris."

"Wha.. wha.." Chris' eyes were foggy and unfocused, roaming around like he could not find the source of the voice. He looked out from his deep haze "where am I?"

"C'mon Chris snap out of it" Bob tried to lift him off the table but he was too big, and Bob was a bit tired.

"What happened? What did I do?" Chris looked down at himself, completely covered with sperm "what did I do?"

"It is okay, it is over" Kroos said, his softening cock dripping onto the floor as he grabbed a container and scooped up a sizable amount of the white paste "let me help you both to get cleaned up."

Slowly they got Chris to his feet and started him to the door. Once they were in the hallway Bob said "okay doc, you've done enough, I'll take it from here."

"All right."

The two dragged themselves down to the shower room and Bob got Chris under the water. Once he was sure Chris could maintain his own balance, he let go and got himself soaking as well. He had to admit watching Chris under the water, with those globs of cum sliding down his front was a freaky sight! Even though he had cum once already, Kroos' hand on his cock had gotten him all wound up again. He looked down at himself, knowing that even cold water would barely help. He saw that Chris was just as hard and showing no signs of softening.

"What happened to me in there?" Chris muttered, slowly turning his head to Bob's direction "I think I blacked out or something."

"What do you remember?" Bob asked and then cursed himself for doing so.

"I remember the doc putting that thing up my butt and I remember cumming like I never have in my whole life! Is this really all my cum?" he looked down and tried to sqeeze some of it down his front. It was globbed everywhere.

"Mostly" Bob said trying to meet his gaze.

"I don't remember much else... except" and Chris jerked his head up "you!"

"What?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"What?"

"Bob tell me you didn't" Chris looked down at the hard slab still sticking out from Bob's crotch "you didn't fuck me with that did you?"

"You don't remember?"

"Damn you DID!" but Chris didn't seem angry, just flabbergasted "you fucked me!"

"Look Chris it ain't like that!" Bob tried to turn away, hiding his incriminating hardon.

"You actually fucked me. You actually stuck your cock in me!"

"Look don't get pissed!"

"I ain't pissed" Chris said, trying to sound angry but failing "I just can't believe it is all."

"It was kinda an accident."

"I remember you putting your fingers in me and then..." Chris looked down at both their hardons "the next thing I know this big log is inside me. But it doesn't feel weird like that damn electric dildo. It just felt..." but Chris turned his face back into the water, not finishing the last word.

"You gonna say anything?"

"What's the point?" Chris said, looking down at himself "it's not like THIS didn't happen" and he tried to clean himself up, hoping more soap would start to remove all the gumminess down his front "just look at me!"

"Amazing ain't it."

"Nothing like this..."

"Nothing anyone would believe..."

"And damn look at me!" Chris said, yanking at his cock "this thing ain't ever been this hard."

"Now you know why I had to come back tonight" Bob said holding himself out, full length "I've been like this since last night."

"Hard the whole time?"

"Fraid so."

"You mean I'm gonna be like this too?"

"Don't know" Bob said wishing Chris would stop staring at his crotch "guess some guys would like it."

"Know my wife will when I get home" he tried to laugh "Damn I know I spilled about a ton of juice but damn Bob why am I still horny?"

"Don't know. It's that damn machine, or maybe it's that damn green stuff" Bob said, but having a strong suspicion it might not be "you still got in all over your cock, as well as..."

"You mean up my asshole?"

"Yeah. You should really clean as much as you can, y'know."

So Chris tried to wash his butt as best he could but the angle was worse than bad. He even tried to get his own fingers inside him.

"Damnit" he said turning his butt into the shower.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't get all this stuff outa me."

"Just keep using your fingers to dig it out."

"I... ah... y'know I can't reach all the way" and Chris looked over.

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"C'mon Bernan" Chris said looking down at that cock "it ain't like I didn't already have that in me once before."

"What! you want me to fuck you again?"

"Hell no!" Chris said a bit quiet "just y'know use it to clean me out a bit, not fuck!"

"What's the damn difference!"

"C'mon ya gotta help me. I swear I can feel it still crawling around up in my gut. You gotta help get this stuff outa me."

Bob figured he put up enough of an act. In reality nothing would have been better than to get his dick up that butt again. But no way would he let on to Chris. Finally he looked around and said, "just turn your back into the shower."

Chris turned around as Bob went behind him and started to spread his checks.

"No lean forward a bit."

Chris leaned ahead and Bob directed the stream at Bob's crack. He was a bit shocked to see how red and stretched his rectum was. Damn, is this what I looked like? he thought. He slid his finger carefully into the hole, meeting no resistance. He started to scoop out some of the goo, mixed with his cum. The stream of water was doing the rest.

Suddenly the door opened and Kroos, naked and hairy came in.

"Gentlemen, I am afraid of what is going on here" he said, trying to sound indignant.

"Look doc it ain't like that. Chris here just needs to clean this stuff outa him, y'know?"

"Yes I know very well. Mr. Bernan, you may leave now. I will assist Mr. O'Connoll get clean."

"Look it ain't what you think!" Bob said turning off his shower, standing there dripping. He saw Kroos get down on his knees behind Chris and start to work his fingers into his crack. Chris flinched but then allowed him to continue.

"Yes it is a bit inflamed" Kroos said still in a crouch. Bob looked down and swore that the doc was started to swell up a bit. When Kroos got to his feet it was a bit more obvious. Chris also saw what was happening. His reaction was to turn and face the wall, bending half way over.

"Mr. Bernan you may leave now" Kroos said, starting to run his hands up and down Chris' asscheeks.

"Yeah Bob, a good idea if you left now, okay?" Chris said, not turning around.

Bob had a good hunch what was going to happen next but it was clear that Kroos was going to get up that butt and not him. But damn he knew what was now waiting for him back in the exam room, so without a word he left them under the showers.

He walked back down the hall, dripping water as he went. In part he felt like a condemned man, but he reminded himself this was why he came here tonight. He opened the door,

"I have a towel here if you need it" the doc said pointing to the exam table, freshly covered with a new sheet.

"Thanks doc" Bob said going over and drying himself "let's cut the crap, you damn well know why I'm still here."

"Yes Bob I do" the doc said, going over to the drawer and taking out a different probe, looking to be about the same size as the one from the previous night.

"After last night I swore I'd never set foot in this place again" Bob said, getting onto the table without prompting "but you damn well know that once you're hooked up to that damn thing..."

"We didn't know how strong the effect would be honestly."

"Fuck, you sure as hell did" he said leaning back "you knew that I would have to come back again and again. What you got there is worse than some kind of goddamned drug!"

"Bob I assure you nothing of the kind --"

"Okay maybe not a drug but you knew what that would do to a guy. You fucking just knew!"

"We had suspicions. Doctor Kroos reactions were stronger than yours but nothing like our patient tonight..."

"You trying to kill him or what?"

"Oh he wouldn't die" the doc said, applying the green gel to the end of the dildo "but there might have been some arhythmias."

"Say what?"

"But the machine is calibrated for that. Beyond a certain point the electrodes will subside if the heartrate goes over a certain number."

"Like a failsafe?"

"That's is how they designed it, yes."

"Glad to hear it" Bob said raising his legs, not sure he was ready to ask who "they" were "well doc I been waiting all day. You gonna make me beg for it or what?"

"Just get up on the table" the doc said "shall be begin?"

"Damnit yes get on with it already!"

"Are you sure? As I mentioned, we don't know if subsequent treatments will help or exascerbate the condition."

"Fuckit I don't care. All I know is I can't go on like this. Hell I just fucked a guy I know cause I was so horny. I can't keep going around like this. Do it already."

"Very well" the doc went over to the refrigerator and came back with one of the bottles. He looked at it then put it down.

"Don't y'want me to drink that?" Bob saw what the doc was doing "or Chris--"

"Maybe we should try this without the... diuretic this time" the doc went over to his notes and started scribbling. Bob knew something was up.

The doc brought Bob's legs up to the stirrups then applied all the straps still warm and sweaty from the previous patient. Bob lay there like the sacrificial lamb he was. Or rather pig now. The sacrificial pig with his butt poking out waiting to get porked. When he felt the strap around his left wrist he closed his eyes and resigned to his fate.

"Oh we almost forget" the doc produced a second clipboard "a mere formality."

"I gotta sign right?" Bob looked at them like they were his death warrants.

"You understand..."

"I understand" and he scrawled his name almost ripping them. The doc secured his right wrist and then brought the machine over to the table, hooking up the electrodes to Bob's cock. He let out a hiss 'yesss' as he felt the strap loop around his shaft. When he felt the cold head of the dildo find his butthole he relaxed his sphincter and squeezed out to meet it.

"Do you need for me to relax the muscle first?" the doc said a bit apprehensive.

"Fuck..."Bob moaned "just do it. Now!"

The dildo pushed in past the ring with a plop. Bob's eyes flew open with the shock but once it was in he started to breathe again. After he got used to it he nodded his head and felt the doc push more into him. After several times sliding in and out he felt it hit paydirt. Again the familiar tingling and pressure against that spot inside him. He had a terrible hunch he might not ever have sex again without something in there.

"Yeahhhh" Bob moaned "that's the spot. Gimme the juice doc."

The doc made sure the straps were in place and Bob's chest and arms were secured. Once he was sure Bob would not hurt himself in his thrashing, the doc started to up the program. Once the numbers started their familiar pattern he stepped back.

Bob's cock had never gotten soft but now it began to pulse and turn a deep maroon color. The doc smeared some of the gel onto the head and although Bob tried to protest, more was smeared onto the shaft, even near his scrotum. When his balls felt the goo, Bob started to heave and jerk.

"No not the balls. Too intense no take it off!"

But no matter how he tried to shake some off, or use his thighs to rub it off, the gel was working on the sensitive skin. His scrotum turned a bright red and started to pull up tight. His cockslit now spread open and began the clear oozing, dripping down into his pubes.

Just then the door opened and doc Kroos and Chris came in, both dripping and naked. And both with reddened dicks hanging down but still full length.

"Damn doc you didn't tell me --"

"I'm sorry Mr. O'Connell. If you want to leave there is a towel over by your clothes in that cabinet. You may finish getting dressed in the reception room if you so choose" the doc said, returning to the console.

"I... ah... it's just a shock seeing Bob like this. I mean he said he's--"

"You don't have to watch this."

"Ah is it okay y'know..."

"You want to stay don't you?"

"If it's okay... Bob?"

"Ahh.. ahh.. Chris... you wanna see this?" Bob opened his eyes, but trying not to look at him.

"If you don't want..."

"Fuck, it's only fair I guess" and he closed his eyes, his chest heaving with the pulses now as well.

"Damn what happened to your cock?" Chris bent his head looking around Bob's knee "did you pump it full of something?"

"The same thing happened to you" Kroos said, drying himself "it appears to be the combination of the gel and the stimulation which causes this dramatic reaction."

"My cock looked like that? like THAT?" Chris looked at the swollen cock, slick with the green goo and pulsing sideways almost, the head so ballooned out it shone.

"Very much so."

Chris looked down at his own cock now, and saw this was getting him hard again. He tried to cover himself with the towel but saw that Kroos noticed the reaction.

"As you can see you have returned almost to your normal size" Kroos said "but you will notice many erections now, more frequent and more... dramatic."

Chris pulled the towel away, his cock rapidly rising to hard "this is gonna get embarrassing."

"You will have to expect this and adjust for this" Kroos reached over and gave it a feel "until we adjust the machine, frequent erections are a side effect" and Kroos gave it a few strokes and then left it waving in front of him.

"How much you gonna do to Bob?" Chris asked "you gonna make him... y'know... shoot?"

"Well Bob you want to ejaculate?" Kroos reached up to his crotch and started to massage the gel into the head even more. Bob let out a gasp, yesssss!

"What are the settings?" Kroos asked the doc.

"We're climbing into the high sixties now."

"Set the upper limit at seventy-one" Kroos said, examining Bob's scrotum, then slowly massaging it. Bob was whimpering and moaning now.

"How long?"

"We'll see if we can stimulate at least one proto-orgasm while holding that pattern."

"You think that would work?"

"We will see what the effect is on sperm production" Kroos said, now using both hands to stimulate and manipulate Bob's scrotum.

"I...I...I'm cumm..." Bob started to gasp out. It didn't take long for a single bead of cum to force its way from the slit as his cock pulsed again and again. But the slit stayed wide open as the drop slid off and down. Bob started screaming "turn it up damn you I almost came damn you!!!!"

"So there's just one more form" and the doc brought over another form "Bob we have one final agreement so if you sign this..."

"Damnit doc I... I..already... signed!" and Kroos readjusted the dials as Bob started to scream "No!!"

"I will hold it for you --"

"Doc..." but Bob's chest was heaving and sweating, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

"Damnit doc you can't make him sign like that?" Chris was instead thinking, damn I sure as hell did and what the hell did I sign anyway.

"Bob we can disconnect this now if you don't want to sign."

"Goddamn you!" Bob felt his butt start to burn as his cock continued to throb but with the program out of sync it was more torture than pleasaure "fuck I'll sign" and the doc put the pen in his hand, and with a scrawl Bob damned himself totally. Little did he know he damned others as well.

"Thank you Mr. Bernan" and the doc started to readjust the dials, resuming the preset program, now all numbers matching and again resuming their familiar ebb and flow. Bob's eyes rolled back into his head and a loud gasp came from deep inside him. His cock started throbbing again and again but only a second milky drop appeared at the grossly distented piss-slit.

Chris was watching this, hypnotized by amount of swelling and almost afraid it this kept up Bob would split like a sausage, and without thinking leaned forward and took it in his mouth.

"No don't do that!" Kroos tried to pull him away but Chris grabbed onto Bob's hips as he started bucking into him. As the dial crept up to eighty then eighty-five a steady trickle of cum started to slide into Chris' mouth.

Chris was rapidly jacking himself while sliding his mouth up and down the sticky green shaft of Bob's cock. He knew what he was doing was unmistakeable but he didn't want to stop, no matter how Kroos tried to make him slow down.

"You must take you mouth away, Mr. O'Connell. You are only making it worse for him."

"Maybe not" the doc said "maybe stimulation to the glans is the missing factor. Let's see if that's the case."

So the doc allowed the controls to slowly and steadily progress, the numbers crawling up to ninety, ninety-one..

Bob was bucking like a madman as he continued to pump a steady stream of cum into Chris' mouth. Chris was having difficulty keeping up and finally it started to drool out of the corner of his mouth. But still Bob kept spewing. When the dials hit ninety-three he lifted his head as a rapid series of spurts shot out one after another. Kroos started banging his knuckles into the underside of Bob's balls causing several more shots to erupt. Finally all that was shooting from his tip was clear fluid.

"Look doc. Nothing but seminal fluid now. No sperm at all. We have successfully evacuated all sperm build-up."

Bob's chest was heaving rapidly and his torso was spasming uncontrollably as the dial hit ninety-six!. Bob's cock gave a final spasm and a shot of clear fluid flew out and hit his chin. The doc turned down the controls and slowly started to withdraw the dildo from him. Chris was not budging.

"Damn even I didn't cum like that!" he said "I musta swallowed a gallon of that stuff."

Kroos looked at him with a determined scowl "that is why you were not supposed to do that."

"I... I... just couldn't help it" Chris said looking away. He felt a hand on his arm.

"Thanks.... thanks.... bud" Bob managed to croak out "thanks for what you did."

"Just don't say anything okay?"

"Hell" Bob said as Chris undid the last of the straps "you just earned a goddamn medal..."

"Thanks."

"I owe ya."

"Let's get you into the shower okay? I mean back to the shower right?"

"Damn if I don't go down the drain..." Bob said trying to get to his feet, very unsteady.

"Hey I'll help ya" Chris said "my turn."

The two staggered out the room as Kroos yelled after them"let me know if you need help."

"Just get some dry towels when we get back" Chris yelled over his shoulder and they staggered out to the hall.

Now it was Chris' turn to get Bob under the stream and cleaned up. He had less caked-on cum than Chris, since most of his was now splashing around inside Chris' gut.

Once Bob was coming to, he started to turn away from the spray and just stand there, letting the water run down his back. He looked over at Chris, who was full hard.

"Biggest couple of sick fucks ain't we?"

"Guess so" Chris said, but then looked down at Bob's crotch "Bob look at your dick!"

Bob looked down and saw that for all its swollen state it was actually starting to go down, even a few wrinkles as it started to shorten.

"Man thought I'd never see that again" Bob said giving it a good shake "never thought I be glad to see it get smaller."

"So it worked?" Chris said looking away.

"Looks like it, thanks to you" Bob returned to the water trying to clean himself as best he could.

"Don't mention it" Chris still couldn't look at him "I mean really! don't bring it up again okay?"

"Okay."

"That goes for earlier too."

"What earlier?"

"Y'know" Chris said, his back to Bob "the shower before..."

"Y'mean Kroos?"

"Yeah."

"Did he really... y'know...?"

"I guess it's be stupid to lie, like we got any secrets any more, but yeah... he did."

"You let him fuck you?" Bob's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

"Anything to get that shit outa me... y'know?"

"I was just using my goddamn fingers..."

"Yeah well..." Chris still would not turn to face him "ya coulda kept going if ya wanted to."

"You saying if Kroos didn't walk in...?"

"I guess..."

"Wait Chris" Bob stepped outa the water and grabbed Chris by the shoulders "you saying you woulda let me really fuck you???"

"Fuck" Chris pulled away "what do you think?"

"Damn..." Bob stood there "I can't believe it. First you let me fuck you, and then you got your mouth on my cock when I blowing this mega-wad..."

"Okay ya got the picture."

"For real?"

"Yeah, right now about a gallon and a half of your cum is swimming around inside me. I'm a full blooded hundred percent homo now, you got it?" Chris wheeled around, his jaw fixed, his eyes unblinking.

"Whoa, this stays between us right?"

"You got it!"

"Man, I never woulda gotten you into this shit, if..."

"If what? If you knew that'd I'd... I'd actually get off on it?" Chris dared him.

"Man Chris I didn't know."

"Nobody does.. didn't..."

"Your wife?"

"She knows that I like some kinky stuff is all. Nothing like... like this."

"Maaaaan..."

"So what you gonna do Bernan?"

"Nothing. Not one goddamn thing... except..." Bob squinted his eyes.

"Okay out with it."

"All I'm saying is... it's like this. I'm standing naked in a shower here will a guy who has a hardon practically poking me in the eye --"

"Hey it ain't my fault."

"Poking me in the eye, and I just had the orgasm to beat all orgasms, and the guy who was sucking me off--"

"Fuck you!" but Chris was smiling a bit.

"Sucking my dick like no tomorrow while I shoot a year's worth of cum down his gut. And now he's all freaked out about it, like I'm gonna rat him out after he did me the favor of a lifetime. So now I'm stumped trying to figure out how I'm gonna go about askin him for a bigger favor --"

"Don't ask me to suck you off again, cause buddy that thing's outa commission!" and Chris saw Bob's smile and they both started to laugh.

"The big favor is that my buddy here with the flagpole for a dick seems to forget that I'm standin here still just as full of that damn green goo as he was before Kroos gave him a ride on his old merry-go-round --"

"Wait a damn minute!"

"So what I need to know is how I can go about borrowin that old flagpole of his..."

"You ain't serious!"

"Fuck, you forget what that stuff does to your insides?"

"Bob shit you think I ain't got some residue of that stuff inside me --"

"Do I haveta draw you a picture bud or is that too gross...hey if it's too gross..."

"You reallywould let me?"

"Fuck YES!!"

"If you're saying what I think I'm hearing... then if you mean it... grab the wall soldier!"

"Yes SIR!" and Bob wheeled around and leaned into the wall, his head hitting the tiles and he reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart.

Chris got down behind him and started to run his hands around his butt and into his crack. Bob just let out a deep moan and leaned back. Chris stuck his finger into Bob's hole carefully.

"Don't worry you ain't gonna break it. Not after..."

"Okay" and Chris started using one and then two fingers to reach inside and start scooping as much of the goo out as he could reach. Finally when he could reach no more he heard, "well whatya waitin for. Just do it."

He got to his feet and brought his very-hard cock up to his hole. He didn't have to even push, Bob just leaned back onto it. It slid in in one long plunge.

"Yeah man just like that" Bob hissed.

Chris reached around and grabbed Bob's waist and steared him back into the shower. With the water hitting Bob in the middle of his back, Chris pulled out and before Bob's hole could close all the way, Chris directed the water into him. Bob gave a gasp feeling the coldness so Chris turned it warmer. Again and again he used his cockhead to open him up and scrape more of the goo down from the lining of his shoot, so the water would wash it away. Finally when the water was running clear, Chris pulled out for the last time and turned the water off.

"What you doing?" Bob turned around.

"You're clean now. Let's go!"

"But...y'know" Bob looked down at Chris still hard "you can.. y'know finish."

"You don't want that. Do you?"

"Up to you sir" and Bob just like that got down on the tiles on his hands and knees.

"Damn" Chris said, but got down behind him "you gonna let me cum in your butt and everything?"

"Everything" Bob said lowering his head.

Chris slowly eased into him and started a steady fucking. Unlike before he kept his cock in him, and now he didn't have to worry about getting too turned on by it. He knew Bob was aware of where he was coming from and how for him this was more than just about something clinical but now instead blatantly, overtly sexual and yet here he was letting him go so far as to let him actually fuck him. The more he saw just how much Bob was letting himself get into it the more he felt himself start to get close. After draining himself before he doubted when he could actually cum again but it sure felt like something was starting to happen. He plowed again and again into him, harder and harder and then sure enough, the unmistable feeling as he felt his balls start to churn another load out of him. He gasped and fell forward onto Bob's back. When he started to pull out, Bob pulled him back. Chris stayed inside him until he thought he was actually beginning to soften. After a few moments, his cock plopped out. Damn, he was soft!