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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 forty-seven
Prequel #1 -- In the beginning
Saturday June 29
After Jeff and Hank left from their joint exam, the doc tried to keep calm by cleaning things up around the office, but Kroos would not let it rest.
"We finally seem to making progress here, we seem to have found some agreeable candidates for the initial trials, do you not agree?" Kroos was doing what he could to assist, hoping to speed the process of clean-up.
"Honestly, I have my doubts. I sometimes think we are going about this the wrong way..." the doc looked around and thought the room was presentable again, at least sufficiently for his nurse not to get suspicious.
"You are not thinking about withdrawing from the project are you?"
"Well no.. but" the doc turned to look at Kroos and gauge his reaction "we just never had two high-school age students in here at the same time."
"And?"
"Well..." doc Reynolds looked at his colleague with a certain amount of caution "maybe we need to reconsider using underage patients -- no hear me out -- I understand the necessity for peer evaluation within a limited cross sampled group, in this case relative age and sexual maturity -- yes yes I read the literature too. But the machinery may not be well-adapted to... well a subgroup so... so physiologically impressionable, so vulnerable to such overwelmingly imprintable stimuli -- yes yes we discussed all this but... I keep thinking we need to broaden our patient base and yes the situation with these high-school boys is potentially damaging -- Kroos don't forget the AMA never approved --"
"But they are not the ones funding--"
Neither I think would the DOD but that's a whole separate issue--"
"Which I assured you would be--"
"Yes yes but that's why I believe we need to hasten the process, increase the number of exams per day, more night and weekend appointments, and yes we need to begin our second phase, just in case..."
"You do not think we should worry about those two ruining, well not ruining, but let us say 'complicating' our plans do you?"
"I don't think we have too much to worry about" the doc turned his back, keeping his hands occupied with opening boxes and sorting supplies.
"But what do you see as the contingengy if they were to go to their parents and complain" Kroos picked up the last of the mess and made a few final notes in both their records "or the worse scenario, the authorities."
"Well if anything is mentioned, our first warning alarm would come from Harry. He wouldl let me know."
"Harry?"
"Chief of Police Harrold R. Connors. He is a great respecter of priveleged information."
"Should I know more about this? Should 'they' be informed?"
"No not yet, but let's say he's knows to come to me if he gets wind of anything 'unusual'. Harry and I go back many years, and I've kept both him and his two sons out of many embarrassing situations over the years."
"So you think we should launch the second phase of the project?"
"By all means" the doc looked around and saw that the room was spotless and he had no more projects to distract him "you see" he took a seat on one of the folding metal chairs "I've been considering something similar to this for many years -- but not on this scale. So when you contacted me -- "
"You mean when George contacted you -- "
"Yes when George contacted me I was a bit surprised at first. But when he convinced me he was sincere..."
"And mentioned the level of funding he could secure."
"Yes that took me by complete surprise at first. You see I had made many plans along these lines but when I began to consider it with full seriousness, and actually analyse the cost of each stage, well..."
"His offer was too good to resist no?"
"I never thought he would agree to the costs, especially when I told him about the amount it would take to develop the TENS feedback scanner alone."
"And yet you still worried?"
"Well I believe I'll be more assured when I know we're on secure footing with the equipment."
"Well then we need to start on phase two" Kross went over to the cabinet and started to remove various pieces of the electronic equipment, as well as all the cables and wires required.
"Aren't you worried?"
"Why should we be?"
"This has never been tested on human subjects."
"Well there is no time like the present" and Kroos started removing his jacket.
"Wait" the doc stopped his arms "I never meant that you should be the first subject."
"Who else would you suggest?" Kroos' heartrate was already speading up, thinking about the possibilities "one of your 'unsuspecting' patients? What if the calculations are off, or the calibrations are not right? or the program needs major adjustments?"
"I can't ask you to do this" but the doc was hesitating, knowing sooner or later someone would have to be Patient Number One.
"Come on doc, are we not partners in this now?" Kroos continued to remove his jacket and then started to unbutton his shirt "and besides..."
"Besides?"
"If this works half as well as we think it will" Kroos was smiling to overcome his nervousness "well let us say I think it is time I try it."
"Are you sure? Maybe I should be the one" but the doc did not relish the idea of being the first.
"Sorry.. partner" Kroos' shirt went flying to the floor as he kicked out of his shoes "but I think you owe me this opportunity" and he unbuckled his pants and in one motion pushed them and his shorts to the floor.
The doc stood there not moving. He had never seen Kroos naked before and it took him a few moments to recover from the shock.
"What is the matter doc?" Kroos reached down and picked up his clothes from the floor and tossed them onto a chair "problem?"
The doc made no attempt to move but continued to look at the naked form in front of him. He reminded himself he had never seen Kroos naked since he joined him that summer. And he never expected such a moment would occur. The big naked guy was very impressive, his big hairy chest covered with the same black hair, which continued down to his groin. And the heavy equipment hanging there was quite a contrast to his usual patients, especially all those student-age guys that were coming in now.
"What are you waiting for doc?" Kroos looked around and started to get up on the exam table.
"Sorry..." he stammered "I just didn't anticipate..."
"Anticipate what?" Kroos looked down at himself.
"That you were so..."
"What?"
"Well... y'know..."
"Hairy?"
"That too" and he went over and turned on the machine.
"Any problems?"
"Well I just didn't realize" the doc did not want to meet his eyes "how much hormones you seem to be producing, your hirsuteness as well as your... genital... development" the doc felt the blood rush to his face.
"You mean I am too... big?" he grabbed himself.
"Well..." the doc's fingers were turning to rubber.
"You do not think it will affect the results do you?"
"I'm not sure" but finally the doc stole a look or two to see what Kroos was doing. But he was just sitting there, his hands covering his crotch.
"Well let us see what happens" Kroos leaned back onto the table, his hands flopping to his sides, again exposing himself.
The doc started to guide Kroos' feet into the stirrups, feeling the heat radiating off him.
"Wait doc!" Kroos leaned forward. The doc's hands quickly jumped away.
"What?"
"Are you forgetting something?"
"Forgetting?" the doc's professional aloofness was crumbling fast.
"The cameras doc" Kroos leaned back, easing his weight forward as his ass slid down the paper covering.
"Are you sure?"
"But of course" Kroos closed his eyes "we must have a record of this trial run no?"
"Very well" and the doc went out the room and returned with the camera from the observation room. He put in a fresh tape and turned it on and then turned on the main camera on the wall. He turned back to Kroos, naked and exposed on the table and adjusted the lights, flooding his lower torso in the brightness. Kroos looked relaxed but was starting to sweat. He produced the chest strap and placed it over Kroos' large frames, almost resorting to the last loopholes on the side strapls. Kroos twisted and repositioned himself as the strap pinned him to the table, hearing the steady beepings from the machine as his readings started transmitting and recording. The doc went to a drawer,
"You don't want to use the gel, do you?"
"We better" Kroos felt the blood starting to pump in his chest, anticipating the sensation "just to have an idea of the total combined effect. As will our oral electrolytic cocktail."
"You're quite sure?" the doc put down the tube and found a bottle of the "diuretic". He brought it to Kroos who was in no position to take it from him. The doc unscrewed the cap and put it to his lips; Kroos drank the whole bottle, spilling a little on his chin and neck. The doc cleaned up the spill, then put on a glove and was squeezing some of the green gel onto the fingers.
"You are really sure about--"
"Yes... go ahead."
The doc came around to the foot of the table and slowly brought his hand up to Kroos' butt,
"This may be cold..."
"Do it doc."
With a certain amount of concern the doc started to smear the gel around Kroos' sphincter as the patient shuddered and then gave out a moan. Slowly a lubed finger went in, pushing the gel inside. The doc smeared more onto his hand and worked more and more into Kroos' now relaxing hole, using one and then two and three fingers, stretching it in readiness for the rectal probe.
Kroos lay there feeling the cool gel start to coat the inner lining of his rectum, at first gentle tingling and, as more and more was rubbed into him, the tingling turned into a crazy itching.
"Damn!" Kroos grunted through gritted teeth.
"Does this hurt?" the doc had two fingers in him "do you want to stop?"
"No do not stop" Kroos tried to shift his weight from cheek to cheek "it is just that gel really itches now!"
"Should I flush it out?"
"Doc!" Kroos flexed his assmuscles trying to adjust to the irritation "it feels like the entire lining is being seriously affected!"
"I'll get it out" the doc went to a drawer and removed a large plastic syringe and started to fill it with water.
"No do not do that" Kroos' eyes were squeezed tight as he felt the tingling spread "we must know" but he could feel it start to stimulate his prostate now "if it has the proper effect."
"Well let me know if it becomes painful" and the doc put the syringe aside, but within arm's reach.
"The sensation is more intense that we calculated" Kroos felt the blood rushing to his groin "it is more stimulating internally that when we had used it externally" referring to when he applied it briefly to his own cock the previous week "and there may be a difference between a circumsized and an uncircumsized penis."
They both looked down at Kroos' uncircumcized cock starting to swell and thicken.
"Are you saying you want the gel applied inside your foreskin as well?"
"NO!" Kroos bucked forward "I mean not yet!"
"Very well."
"It was that we expected the gel to have no more of a stimulating effect on the anal lining than on the circumcized glans."
"But?"
"But this is something else entirely" Kroos was now rhythmically squeezing and unsqueezing his assmuscles, trying to get at the source of the itching.
"Maybe we better stop -- "
"NO!" Kroos could feel himself starting to harden dramatically as the gel continued to work on his prostate "go ahead. Continue with the probe."
"Are you sure?" the doc could see the cock lengthening and reddening in front of him "your penis already seems to be reacting to the gel. Is that painful?"
"Not painful" Kroos was panting now "just all sensation is concentrated on what the gel is doing to my prostate right now. And when we augment with the probe..." and his cock flipped up until it was pointing up and then past his navel, the foreskin straining to retract from the purplish head, now shiny and taut.
"If this becomes too painful we will stop this okay?"
"Very well" and Kroos continued to squeeze his butt waiting for the contact with the cold metal.
The doc brought the metal and plastic tube out of the box and attached the wires to the flat end, connecting it to the console. When he could see the readings were set, he carefully lubed the blunt end with some regular lubricant and putting it in its attachment, brought it against Kroos' butthole. He was almost surprised how easily it went past the ring, but Kroos was flexing outward so it met with little resistance.
"Is that the six diameter?" Kroos got out between grunts.
"Too large?" and doc started to withdraw it.
"NO! Put it back in!" Kroos' eyes flew open "it is worse when the air hits the lining."
So the doc again brought it to his asshole and gently guided it in. When half of its ten-inch length was inside, the doc said "let me know when it makes contact with the prostate" and slowly started to inch it in further and further. When it was almost all the way Kroos grunted, "okay."
"There?"
"Yeah" Kroos was almost inching his ass back and forth on the shaft "okay turn it on..."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes" Kroos lay back, tightly gripping the sides with his restrained hands "start with the twenty program."
"That's too much!"
"Do it."
The doc pushed a few buttons and typed in several numbers. The display showed a large twenty and beside it a smaller number, which first showed as twelve when the display balanced and then started to creep up to fourteen, then fifteen, then back to twelve and up to thirteen again and then kept climbing.
"Damn..." Kroos felt his prostate swelling, and between the itching from the gel and the gentle vibrating occilating stimulation from the probe, he knew it was working "did the response number pass fifty yet?"
"Fifty?" the doc looked at the second number "no it's still climbing... no now they're both balanced at twenty."
"Twenty? No not the command number, the second one!"
"They're both only at twenty!"
"Goddamn!" Kroos felt his ball start to tingle as well "if that is only twenty... very well, continue with the progam."
"Are you sure?"
"Do it."
So the doc readjusted the dial until the second number showed ten. As he did the second number went from ten, to five, then twenty. But it did not stop there. While the doc took notes, one eye on the console, the other on Kroos writing on the table, it went to twenty-five, then thirty-four -- as Kroos' hips rocked up -- and then settled back down at thirty. The higher the number displayed, the more the odd blue-violet light began to play over the probe. Kroos could not see it but the doc watched it nervously.
"Are you okay?"
"That felt unbelievable!" Kroos' chest was jerking down, trickles pouring off him as his pelt became matted with sweat.
"What happened?"
"I don't know" he could feel the probe sending a steady charge into him now, almost painful but somehow not "it felt like something jerked inside me. I felt it kicking."
"Should I decrease it?"
"No do not pleaset" Kroos grabbed tightly, feeling his knuckles tensing "leave it there and then begin the second program."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes... we must know if it will work."
"Positive?"
"Do it."
So the doc slowly raised the dial until the first number displayed fifty and then typed in another command. Before Kroos could respond he hit the "pause" button, and went to the cabinet. He returned to Kroos with a second set of electrodes and straps.
We do not need to do this today, we can --"
"We must -- I must know whether this works, works as they designed it to work" Kroos saw the straps, the small wrist-band with its various attachments and modifications. He knew it was not going around his wrist! So when the doc started strapping it around his balls and already distended cock it almost didn't fit. But with a great deal of tugging and wrestling he got it to fit. When it was attached to the cables, the doc went back to the console.
"We must do the gel..." Kroos said through clenched teeth, knowing what he was suggesting. He did wait long for the doc's objections.
"No Kroos, we cannot--"
"Then we will not know. I must... insist" Kroos almost moaned, but by this point he was past being reasonable. After some arguing, the doc smeared a small amount under the straps and then after more arguing, under Kroos' already tight foreskin and all over the head. As soon as it started taking effect Kroos knew he was going to remember this for the rest of his life. No wonder they were so concerned about keeping this technology secret; in the wrong hands this could start a small riot!
"Are... are the cameras on?" Kroos panted "because I do not think I could repeat... this."
"We should stop" the doc was back at the console, seeing the readings coming from the chest strap.
"No!" Kroos' eyes flew open "continue! Please!"
The doc checked the console one last time, took several notes and hit the "pause" button once again, re-initiating the program. As he did Kroos let out a deep moan, part pain and part sexual delirium, his ass lurching again off the table and then easing down slowly. The display number began a slow pattern now, the first at fifty until the second approached fifty, at which point it decreased back to twenty then back up until they matched. As soon as they balanced the second dropped to twenty-five and the process repeated.
It had gone through several of these cycles until the second number started the cycle at forty-five at which point it initiated the second half of the program with both numbers approaching sixty, then sixty-five! Kroos started to scream,
"Stop stop!" and tried to raise himself off the table, trying to pull his ass off the glowing tube.
The doc quickly twisted several dials until the humming quieted.
"Are you okay?" he went over to Kroos, not expecting what he found. Kroos' entire lower region was bright red, his genitals looking like they had been pumped full of blood. His balls were tight against his belly, but his cock!
The doc almost gasped! It looked almost a foot long and a deep reddish purple. The head was completely distented and free of the foreskin. The slit was flared wide open and a steady drip-drip-drip of seminal fluid was leaking from it, soaking his belly and oozing down his hip to the sheet below.
"My god" the doc started to extract the tube from Kroos, but as it came out with a plop Kroos shouted,
"No! NO!" Kroos felt the cool air hit the inner lining again and it was almost more than he could stand "no put it back in!"
"Why?"
"Do it just do it!"
"Are you in pain?"
"Damn..." Kroos pushed himself down further on the table until he felt his butt contact the probe "put it back in" and the doc, with a concerned and even frightened expression, brought it forward and eased it back in.
"A container, a container hurry!" Kroos barked. The doc rushed to the cabinet for one of the jugs and was bringing it back when Kroos started flooding himself, piss flying out of his swollen cock up to his neck. The doc managed to get the jug to Kroos' cock for the remainder but Kroos was now shiny and matted with his piss. Once the container was sent to the frig, the doc managed to clean up his front, careful to keep the electrodes from shorting out. After more agruing, the doc reapplied more of the green jel to Kroos' wildly jerking cock. The doc went back and resumed the program, again jotting notes as fast as he could.
"Yeah..." Kroos lay there a moment catching his breath. Once he felt the familiar stimulation return he craned his neck to look down at himself "My GOD!"
"What?"
"What has happened?" he stole another glance, not believing what he saw.
"Yes, you are very distended" the doc looked around, remembering the cameras "do you always... um..."
"Do I always get this hard? No not at all" Kroos felt a very faint puff of breeze touch his balls. A spurt of precum oozed from the tip as he did.
"This is unusual... for you?"
"Unusual? This is amazing!" Kroos leaned forward to see how badly he was leaking. What he saw made him gasp "GodDAMN!"
"Is this what they meant by 'dramatic side effects'?" the doc, like Kroos, was mesmerized by the effect. This machine could add several inches to a cock and what it did to the balls was almost obscene "but it can't be permanent..."
"Do not know but we need to..." Kroos leaned back, his breath returning to normal, but his cock and balls still felt like they were going to explode, "I... I think I may be approaching... uh uh... orgasm!"
"Do you want me to... leave the room a moment?" the doc wanted to see the effect but if he wanted privacy...
"No I want you to monitor this and make... uh... uh" Kroos was fighting a losing battle to keep from ruining -- or not as the case may be -- the experiment.
The doc looked at what was now lying on the table in front of him, and had to admit he had never EVER seen anything so amazing in his life. He thought the sight of the students in his exam room of late had been almost erotic but this, THIS was of an entirely new caliber. Kroos was covered with sweat, his hair black and smeared, his lower abdomen shiny with seminal fluid, and every muscle straining and pumped with the exertion of trying to deal with the stimulation coming from his groin and prostate but unable to do so. The doc could feel himself getting hard inside his pants, but whether the camera could tell or not he was past caring.
"Are you allright?" the doc's hand came to rest on Kroos' elevated knee. Kroos gave a flinch at the contact.
"Doc this is more, much more than we expected."
"Is it painful?"
"The stimulation is uh.. uh...more intense than we thought. Than we uh... uh... imagined! If this uh uh got to the wrong uh uh people..."
"Kroos...?"
"I will oh uh confess to anything, ANYTHING uh uh right now" Kroos was slowly grinding his ass up and down on the probe "just don't..."
"You don't mean?"
"I will do or say uh... uh... anything right now... just do not..."
The doc looked at the machine and back at the cameras still rolling, reminding himself have these join the others in the bank vault, "understood."
A deep silence filled the room, broken only by the soft sounds coming from Kroos. Finally the doc whispered, "you don't want me to remove it do you?"
"NO!" Kroos shouted.
"But I can't leave it in...forever" the doc looked at the machine humming softly with a "seventy-five" on the display "and you don't want me to remove it...what do we do now?"
After a very long pause Kroos muttered "I can not stay like this much longer. Finish the program doc. We must know" meaning, I don't care if it kills me I gotta know what it will feel like.
"Are you sure you just don't want to... finish yourself in the shower?"
"I uh... uh... do not think I could without uh... uh...passing out first."
"Do you know how high your heart rate is right now?"
"Doc I can't take this much longer" Kroos' eyes were fluttering as he slid back onto the probe again. Kroos started thrashing around on the table, the restraints barely holding. The doc check the heart readings nervously but there were not dangerous, but thought this would not be a good idea for someone much older.
Now Kroos was grunting and moaning in a continuous rhythm, his cock swelling even more if such a thing were possible, but in rhythm to the prompting from the strap. With each spasm his cock would flip to vertical, then slap back against his belly, the clear goo plopping out in steady little oozes, the head slick and ballooned out again and again, like a fist squeezing a balloon, forcing it to pop. And the way it was lit made it look all the more alien.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck" came from Kroos "finish it doc finish it!"
The doc watched as the numbers climbed into the eighties, down to the fifties, back and forth, back and forth, until both united around eighty-six. As soon as they did, the first dropped back down to eighty but not before Kroos' eyes flew open and a white-hot jet of cum shot out of his cock, landing right in the middle of his black-matted chest. He tried to double forward but the restraints held, every muscle in his large arms standing out is high relief, the sound of leather ripping drowned out by his screaming. But before he could empty his lungs the display number starting creeping up again, now entering the high eighties, even as high as niney. As the second number joined at ninety-one, Kroos' cock gave a hard throb and again another white shot of sperm shot out, but as the lower number collapsed to eighty-five, another and another spasm wracked Kroos, but he could not stop shooting. Five six seven times he kept cumming, his entire chest and stomach now covered with a white coating but still Kroos' cock spasmed until finally only a dribble oozed out the tip, the entire length of his cock still throbbing and swelling as the dry orgasm continued.
The doc hit the "end" button repeatedly and the program ended the cycle, the numbers slowly decreasing until the display read, end cycle two.
At first the doc was too stunned to move, but then snapped out of the spell and went over to Kroos and removed the straps and restraints. But Kroos was too ruined to move. It was not until the doc started to extract the probe that Kroos let out a shout and to their amazement a last glop of cum shot out of his cock.
"Kroos?"
But Kroos was breathing slowly and deeply, and that's all.