The Exam

The Exam part Three

or

It All Hits the Fan

Chapter fifty-four

Thursday Aug 8

"Billy?"

"Upstairs mom!" he was in his room going through everything for the fifth time piles of clothes and games everywhere, making sure anything even slightly "incriminating" was under lock and key. Even those tapes he "relocated" from his parents' bedroom. Billy was betting his dad had little inclination to come looking for them, and if he did... well, let's say Billy had the stronger hand. Not that he was planning anything as stupid as blackmailing his dad or anything. But their "understanding" was being firmed up, and as long as they both did not push it, well...

"Billy pick up the phone. It's your job calling."

Billy found the extension, praying his mom was hanging up. She's not stupid, he thought, she's got to figure out sooner or later something was just not "kosher" with the docs. Again he was betting "later".

"Billy here."

"Billy it's Doctor Reynold's office" the receptionist's distinctively grating voice came on. Billy stopped sweating.

"What's up? Didn't the doc -- " tell you I ain't coming in any more? he almost blurted out.

"I know you mentioned to the doctor you might be busy for a while but he asked if you could come in tonight? It will only be for an hour or two?"

"But -- "

"Of course you will be paid for the full evening?"

"Why? What's up?" now Billy could hear the odd note her tone.

"Nothing, no problem? Can I tell him to expect you?"

"Well..."

"Please William?" now Billy knew something was up. She never used his full name unless it was very very important. And "please"? This coming from the woman who was too busy for anything but the most basic of interpersonal responses? The woman who thought smalltalk was a terrorist ploy?

"Fine. What time?" he knew he was going to make them pay for this one. That offer of Kroos' came back with a wallop! And talking to Nurse Nancy with a growing lump in his shorts was not how he wanted to start the evening.

"Five-thirty?"

Billy looked at the clock, it was already five-fifteen, "but that's in .ike fifteen minutes? I gotta get cleaned up and -- "

"I'll tell him you are on the way?" and before he could protest she hung up. Leaving him standing there sputtering and boned.

Damn and double-damn, he thought, now I know I gotta start cutting these strings. The last two days he'd been running errands back and forth to his mom, for which she was promising to reimburse him. His dad told him that whatever money he would lose by not working for the docs they would make up for. But still it seemed like something was not adding up here. He thought that after his "good deed" with that Milton guy the docs were finally, FINALLY letting him off the hook and sooner or later his "new best friend" Joel was going to be benching him. So Billy threw on some relatively clean clothes and jumped on his bike. He realized he had to have "the talk" the the docs, especially that big muscle-head Kroos, and come to a firm understanding. And it had to be tonight. And yet that nagging voice reminded him until he got to the bottom of the "tape situation", and had something definitive to show the team, something that would shift the balance of power back to them, it might be in his best interest -- in the team's best interest! -- to keep at least that option open. Wide open.

He ran up the stairs two at a time, through the door and into the office just as the receptionist, starched uniform still crisp and white, was getting ready to leave.

"Oh you must have run the whole way?" she said, getting her purse, "tonight I simply could not stay late."

"So what's the big deal?" Billy almost thought about blocking her exit "tell me what's so important?"

"The doctors will explain" and she steered him out of her way and was gone.

Billy sat down, his shoulder almost aching where her icy grip "redirected" him with her characteristic ease. He found the schedule on the clipboard, hoping that would provide clues, seeing one name penciled in for the evening, a name he did not recognize. He started pulling the correct paperwork from the drawers when the inner door opened,

"Billy thank you for coming on such short notice" it was the doc looking none the worse for wear.

"Doc, is there something going on, something you want me to know?" Billy put down the clipboard "I am really hoping here that we... ah I... am not in some kinda trouble?"

"Trouble? No of course not!"

"Then why did I bust my butt getting over here in record time?"

"Well you know we have been having Joel take up most of your hours-- "

"Like all?"

"Is that what you want? You no longer wish to work any hours at all?" the doc was maybe trying to phase him out altogether? Did they figure it out about the missing tape? Was everything now coming to a head? Did the docs no longer trust him?

"Well doc it's up to you, but my guess is you don't want -- "

"That's why I needed you to come in tonight. So we could talk, and if you agree to come in this Saturday -- "

"Why? What's happening Saturday?"

"Well Billy another... well let's call it another very important afternoon, and I must do everything I can to pursuade you because Joel -- "

"What about Joel?"

"Well once I explain, they you will understand why we would prefer you. Why we need you Billy."

"What about Joel?"

"Well it... well considering the patients coming in, Joel would not be comfortable -- "

"What patients doc? You tellin me it's going to be another 'Saturday' like that fund raiser?"

"Something similar yes."

"So why me? Why not Joel?"

"Are you free?"

"Depends... I think I could make it..." Billy realized he was sweating buckets but could hear the air conditioning going fine, even seeing some papers rustling "so who're these patients you don't like want Joel here for?"

"They are boys he knows -- "

"Like school you mean?" Billy was no fool and figured it out fast "Shit you mean you're getting the football team in here now for one of your little fundraisers?"

"No Billy" the doc sat him down "not exactly."

"Okay doc, tell me exactly. And EXACTLY why me and not Joel."

"As you guessed, there could be two maybe as many as four young men -- schoolmates of both you and Joel yes -- and yes I do believe they are members of your football team" holding up his hand before Billy interrupted "and yes there are friends of Joel. We discussed the situation with him and he expressed serious reservations about facing them in this... let's say... unusual situation. Overall he has been assisting with most patients now but -- "

"But I got the picture doc. It's okay for me to expose myself in front of my teammates, run around naked and do all sorts of sex shit -- but for Joel it's different, right?"

"You see, the situation is different -- "

"Why? Because they're football players? Am I'm like a second class citizen? Why, because I'm a wrestler or because I'm a -- "

"Nothing of the kind..." the doc took some papers from a locked drawer "Billy you know that both you and Joel signed certain... agreements when you started working here -- "

"Well I know I did" Billy could see the doc's expression and feared the worst "you tellin me now you made Joel sign that damn thing too?"

"Of course" the doc produced a copy "and remember you agreed to abide by the confidentiality clauses here... and here."

"C'mon doc" Billy did not have to look at the paper "y'gotta know that after all this shit! and especially after Saturday the guys from the team were real insistent on knowing what was gonna happen to them, like if they hadta leave town, or change their names -- do you blame them? -- doc can you imagine how the Moose took it!"

"Why didn't you have him come and talk with me and Doctor Kroos?"

"You really think he wants to see either of you two? Or show his face within twenty miles of this place again?"

"Was he that upset?"

"Yeah doc he was THAT UPSET!" Billy stood up "and thanks to some of the guys he hasn't gone postal on us, or worse! You have NO IDEA how much damage control we all been doing -- "

"And we appreciate that Billy. Surely you understand -- "

"No doc I don't! I don't understand what's at the bottom of all this, all these experiments, all this damn filming -- yeah doc, let's start there! What're all these films for? You say they're for insurance reasons, so you have them all here under lock and key somewhere? But I don't see -- "

At that moment the door opened and of course, it was Joel.

"Hello, Merklins. Funny we were just talkin about ya."

"Hey Billy. Doc." and Joel came in and sat down behind the desk as the doc stood up, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Joel, I was just telling Billy about Saturday..."

"Saturday?" Joel was looking at the schedule, seeing who was tonight's patient trying to change the subject "maybe. So who's tonight?"

"Joel!... but..."

"But what?" Joel looked up.

"Well..." suddenly Billy had a thousand questions for Joel, but not in front of the doc "well, I maybe we should get in back maybe and start getting things -- "

"Joel will have time, unless you are in a hurry" the doc was looking at his watch.

"Yeah I bet he will" Billy let slip, not sure where this sudden resentment was coming from. Now that he had this chance to slip in back, maybe Joel would get the hint.

"What's yer beef?" Joel flexed his muscles, don't give me attitude all of a sudden, he implied.

"Nothin, well..." he looked at the doc "I'm glad Joel here is able to fill in but..."

"But you two better get started, or does one of you want to man the desk?" the doc started to collect files and forms and hand them to Joel.

"I don't know. How much time we got?" Billy needed to get Joel aside and exchange notes fast. And another part of him wanted to see if Kroos was in back, and if not then have another look for those tapes and maybe pump Joel to see if he had more info on those mysterious guys for Saturday, and well, see what he knew and why he was backing out..

"Well our patient is due any moment. Billy, if you could man the desk and I'll get Joel started in back, that is if you are staying?"

"Oh I'm staying" he looked at Joel "if that's okay with Merkins here?"

"I'm cool" but Joel was already being led through the inner door.

After about five minutes, Joel's head appeared in the door.

"Billy" he whispered.

"What?"

"We gotta talk."

"No shit!"

"Why you so pissed at me?"

"I'm thinking I got every right to be?"

"Well when that shit went down, y'know... with Moose... and... Juan?"

"That?!?! What about it? Don't tell me THAT'S what's why start comin in here all mister attitude n'all. You tellin me you freaked cause you got -- "

"Fuck no!"

"Well what? Suddenly it's all cool for this little fag crapper to be here when your football buddies -- "

"What?!?!?!"

"And like your precious macho het reputation's too fragile for you to be here Saturday?"

"Fuck what the FUCK you talkin abou-- "

"Saturday! I'm talkin about Saturday!"

"Well I thought we were talkin about Tuesday!"

"Joel you tellin me you're like completely in the dark about what's goin down Saturday? Bull!"

"C'mon Billy I can't be here if Br-- I mean some guys from the team might -- "

"Joel you're full of it! You tellin me it's all normal t'do what you did if it's only a bunch of faggot wrestlers!"

"Shit no!"

"Then how you explaining this?"

"Shit!" Joel looked back down the hall "Shit Herms, like I'm gonna out all you Crappers? Okay, you 'wrestlers'. And after Saturday, you can't turn around and then out my team either okay? Fuck, Billy can't you see I'm just as deep in this shit if not deeper -- "

And the front door opened. Damn, if it was not one of those guys! One of the guys from the big fund raiser. The guy he swore he saw talking with his dad that afternoon. And damn, if the guy made a point of not recognizing Billy!

"Mr. Smith here to see Doc Wallers" the guy looked at them both and hung up his jacket.

"Smith?" Billy blurted out. He remembered the name he saw on the sheet earlier: Beloles. Maybe Spanish? Maybe something else? But sure as hell not Smith!

"Yes... Mister Smith" the guy now gave Billy a direct look "why? Do you two work here?"

"Well Mister Smith" Joel looked at Billy fast, seeing if he recognized him. And it looked like they both had some history there. Before Billy could say boo he cut in "we have a Mister -- a different name here. For tonight. And yes we are both the doc's interns for the summer." like you don't know that, buster!

"That is fine" Mr. "Smith" sat down, "go tell him I am here."

"I'll be right back" Billy said to Joel, making a point of not looking at the "Smith" guy. What's the big act, he thought, pretending he did not know me. And asking if we "worked" there, what was that all about? some kind of a dig? Billy went into the main exam room and found both the doc and Kroos,

"Hello Billy" Kroos looked genuinely happy to see him. Billy hated to admit for all the suspicion and anger he felt towards the guy, he was not looking forward to dropping Kroos from his "christmas card list".

"Hello doctor Kroos" Billy made a point of shaking his hand "that mister Smith" Billy underlined it like he knew it was bs "is waiting for you in reception."

"Who?"

"You know..." Billy looked over his shoulder "one of your... associates... from the... fund. raiser." Billy let them know he was having none of it.

Kroos left the room so fast Billy swore he saw an after-image.

"What's this all about doc?" Billy turned his attention to doc Reynolds, who was working on several tasks at once.

"Billy you don't need to stay" the doc looked around the room. Nothing was ready.

"Like hell I don't" and Billy went to work. First he attacked the exam table, covering it with a new sterile paper cover "So what gives, doc? You don't want me here for that Smith guy but I can tell how much I don't need to stay" and then started readying all the trays and exam equipment. But the doc would not answer any of his questions and as he started the second tray, the door opened and Joel came in.

"Billy?"

"Good, you're here."

"Kroos told me you needed help" and he took over where Billy had left off.

"The doc here was just getting ready to tell me what's goin on here, right?"

"Billy?!?!"

"C'mon doc. Joel's either gonna be in the loop or not. If you want him replacing me he's gonna havta be told."

"Told what?" Joel almost dropped a forceps.

"Doc, tell him. Tell him how many people he'd recognize have been in here?"

"Doc?" Joel grabbed the fishing pole and started reeling him in now.

"Well c'mon Joel you ain't stupid!" Billy made a point of turning away from them, grabbing exam gowns from the cabinet, "don't you think it was odd Tuesday? all the guys on the team? like that?"

"Billy! You promised!"

"C'mon Joel open your eyes!"

"But --"

"But what? You think it's all--"

"I thought -- I mean -- you tellin meMoose wasn't just staging that whole thing, just to rub my face in it?"

"Moose?" the doc cut it "what about Mark?"

"The team, Joel! Figure it out! The. Team!" Billy said over his shoulder. Joel looked at the doc,

"The whole wrestling team? In here?"

"Joel..." the doc was trying to get Billy's attention, going to damage control "Billy may have been exaggerating a bit."

"Well doc" Billy turned around, tossing the gowns at Joel "tell him. Didn't you have the whole team in here."

"Billy you saw how many -- "

"Doc you tellin me now that was all of them? Just those guys who were here that Saturday?"

"What Saturday?" Joel's internal tape recorder was turned on now, and set to "high".

"Several guys from the team, but only the juniors and seniors right doc?"

"Yes Billy, there are age issues -- "

"Most of the juniors and seniors on the team have been in here, having 'exams', right doc?"

"What kind of exams?" Joel was starting to splice the tapes together now.

"Like yours" Billy looked around "c'MON Joel we gotta get this room ready."

The doc slipped from the room while the two of them prepped the exam room. The docs were right, he laughed, Joel was a quick learn. Both learning how to be a good "intern" as well as figuring out how practically the whole team had been broken in.

" And you were here? like for every one?" Joel was pumping for detailed info now "like the Moose?"

"Naw, just a few. Like -- shit I can't name names!"

"C'mon Billy" Joel was turning very red "did ya see Jimmy's exam?"

"Jimmy's a soph, meathead!"

"Right, how about..." he was going through the team members he could think of " how about Herrer?"

Billy tried not to react but it was too late.

"You know, Mannie? He tried out for the team but hadda settle for wrestling instead?"

Billy ignored the insult, "yeah I know Mannie."

"Well? He get one of these exams?"

"Look Joel, you know -- "

"Fuck! He did, didn't he? You there? You seen him do his thing?"

"C'mon."

"Shit, how'd he look? You see him boned up and everything?" but Billy was trying to look busy "man you did! I bet you even saw him pop his load! Maaaan!"

"You're acting like you wished you coulda been there!"

"Damn straight you bet I woulda wanted to been there!" Joel faced him "I admit it! He was a tough mother, or would have been, had he stayed on the team. You bet I would have wanted to see him like that! All worked up and yeah even blowin his load!" and he reached down and readjusted himself through his pants.

"I can't believe you Merklins" Billy was directing him how to set out the rest of the supplies, knowing they had little time left "I always thought you were the biggest straightest stud, at least until the last few weeks."

"What's the problem Herns?" Joel gave himself another tug "all freaked out can't believe this big fag I turned out to be?"

"Well... no. What about, what's her name?"

"Y'mean Nancy? Nancy Nympho we call her."

"Shit, what about her?"

"Hell I'm still dating her and all. I still really like her and -- "

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"I don't know. She wants to get, y'know, all serious like. But fuck I ain't marrying her."

"Are you serious, about her?"

"Kinda, maybe sometimes. I thought about marrying someday but..."

"But?"

"But, I can't marry her if she don't have a dick!" Joel laughed and punched Billy, who was too shocked to react.

The door opened.

"Herns, you're a dimwit -- but in a good way" Joel smiled at him and turned to see who it was. It was Kroos and Mister Smith.

"Billy, could you help the doc in reception?" Kroos directed Mister Smith to the exam table.

"And me?" Joel looked slightly nervous.

"I'll need your assistance here if that's alright" Kroos put on his coat and looked at the exam trays. Everything appeared to meet his approval. And the time was long over-due to get those two separated and no more exchanging notes, he thought, or at least do what he could to postpone the inevitable bombshell.

"Oh and Billy?" Kroos looked up "when Mr. Seloies is ready bring him in."

Billy and Joel looked at each other, Seloies? somebody's handwriting sure sucked,

"In here? Not... room two?"

"Yes Billy here."

Billy looked at Joel and left the room. Oh brother, NOW what did they have in mind? He went to the front and found the doc behind the desk. As soon as he walked in, the doc got up.

"Billy could you make sure everything's ready for Mr. Seloies?"

"I thought his name was Beloles."

"No, I'm afraid she copied it wrong, it's Seloies."

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes I have other business -- "

"But Kroos is busy with... that guy... mister 'Smith'" Billy sat down and check the papers, no more surprises "aren't you -- "

"No, doctor Kroos will be with both."

"Do I need to get another table ready? If we're gonna have two -- "

"No we're fine as we are. Now if you are finished with your endless questions I must be on my way."

"I guess..."

"Sorry we won't be seeing as much of you after Saturday" the doc put on his coat, then extended his hand to shake "you've been a most remarkable asset here."

"Yeah... I guess."

"I'm quite serious. You've been most diplomatic -- and let's say very persuasive -- in some very unusual and delicate situations and well, let's say, very enthusiastic when it's mattered."

"Okay."

"So I hope to see you Saturday but until then, thank you for everything" and he shook Billy's hand.

After the doc left, Billy sat there almost touched by what the doc said. Okay, they both knew Billy could have rocked the boat, hell he could have torpedoed it! on several occasions but didn't. And yes, his "enthusiasm" or more bluntly, horny participation, was something they had not expected but when Billy proved to be a willing accomplice they were happy to give him free rein. And then when his dad got involved, and then, well one more "patient" after the other. So Billy felt a bit like a traitor, knowing he had to dig out those tapes and get them to a safe hiding place. And yes he was betraying the docs no mistake about it, but his first loyalty was to his classmates. Yeah, to his team.

Billy looked at the clock: six-twenty. The guy was written in for six. He prayed for a no-show.

At six-thirty, Billy was getting up to go tell Kroos that this Seloies guy was not showing when the door opened. Billy almost swallowed his tongue! He was not sure whether to pass out or rip his pants.

The guy was about thirty, blond and muscular build, but with a face he had seen before. Billy had to look twice to convince himself he was was not staring at Big Hank!

"Hey!" the guy walked in and up to his desk.

"Hey" Billy managed to choke out, but he knew it sounded more like "hgghhuh".

"You sure don't look like a nurse, you don't work here... do you?" the guy seemed friendly but startled by Billy's presence.

"Yeah... I... guess" Billy sat back down, before he fell down. The guy was Hank's twin! Except this clone in front of him was not as big and maybe a few years older, maybe lighter hair but the resemblance was frightening, "summer... job... intern... Billy... Herms" okay so he sounded like a moron. At least he was still breathing.

"Nice to meet you Billy gulp Herms!" the guy held out his hand. Billy reached out and shook it, not totally convinced this was real. Their hands made contact and Billy felt his knees start to rattle. Yeah he was not a ghost. He could not get his eyes off this guy.

"Good to meet you -- "

"Harry. Harry Beloies" but when he pronounced it, it sounded like "bellows". Billy looked down at the papers.

"So are you the one gonna give me my physical?" he chuckled.

"I wish" Billy said under his breath, but noticed Harry might have read his lips. Fuck, he thought, I'm not dealing with this well. At all. "N--n-no" Billy got out "the doc, I mean, doctor Kroos will be... ah... examining you -- I mean giving you your exam" great, I just graduated from moron to complete idiot now.

"Well I think I need to fill out something?" Harry was just boring his gaze into Billy, friendly but hypnotizing.

"Oh yeah, I mean yes, here" and Billy went into auto-pilot, giving him the forms with shaking hands. He was almost snapping out of it, getting back to his "professional" demeanor. What happened? he thought, I was gonna start pissing myself in a minute. Just because he was Hank's long-lost twin? Was that it?

But as they filled out the forms together, Billy tried to relax, even joke with the guy. By the time everything was ready, Billy tried to act like they were best buds.

"Okay what's next doc?" Harry kidded.

"I'll let the doc, the real doc, know you are ready for him" and Billy left the room. He tiptoed down to the second exam room and sneaked in. He glanced into the main room, a bit surprised the Smith guy was not on the table. Instead, he was wearing another doctor's jacket! Suddenly he was a doctor?!?

Billy went back down the hall and knocked on the door of room one.

"Come in" Kroos said as Billy stuck his head in.

"The patient is ready. Should I put him in room two?" Billy looked at Joel who seemed to be very red and avoiding looking at him.

"No Billy we're ready for him here."

"Are you sure?" Billy had serious misgivings about bringing his new "best friend" into god-knows-what.

"Of course Billy. Show him in."

Billy looked at the Smith guy who was still doing his ignorant act, then again at Joel who had turned his back to him, then to Kroos who gave him a firm steely look. Billy closed the door and went back down the hall, just knowing he would regret this. He went into the reception area,

"All ready for you... Harry" Billy tried to smile and failed.

"Problem bud?" he saw Billy's face right away.

"No. No problem" Billy picked up the clipboard and checked it again.

"You look nervous" Harry started to follow him through the door "first time?"

"What?" Billy almost dropped the papers.

"First time" he put his hand on Billy's shoulder, and felt it jerk hard "y'know, helping the doc with an exam."

"Hardly" Billy muttered under his breath, this time he knew Harry heard him.

"Well then nothing to be embarrassed about, right?"

Billy looked at him and back to the paper, "so why are you here again? What is..." remembering the technical phrase "your presenting condition?"

"Hey don't be so nervous" he removed his hand "it's just a little problem" he whispered "below the county line, if ya catch my drift" and he looked down at himself.

Billy looked at the papers again but as he suspected "genito-urinary" box was checked off, along with several others.

"Something all us guys deal with one time or another" Harry winked.

Billy felt his face burning red as he opened the door.

"Mr. Beloies" Kroos mispronounced it "we were afraid you may have cancelled" as he stepped forward to shake hands.

"Harry" he shook hands and looked at the other two persons, "and you must be doctor -- "

"Smith" the guy was wearing gloves so did not shake hands.

"And another intern it seems" Harry shook Joel's hand.

"Joel, hey."

"You also in school with Billy here?"

"Yeah we're both -- "

"Summer job for the docs, yeah Billy mentioned something" Harry finished "you're a big fucker! You must play ball!"

Joel gulped twice "yeah, varsity tackle" Joel felt proud then panicked. What if they guy knew him? Knew about... this?

"But Billy, you must be... wrestling?"

"Yeah" Billy looked at Joel, not sure what was going on here "why?"

"You're built like it. Besides, I got wrestling in the family."

"Who?" they both shouted at once.

"You probably don't know him. A few years back."

"Sorry to interrupt" Mister or rather doctor Smith looked impatient, "we are running late."

"Sorry" Harry started unbuttoning his shirt, "where you want me?" and looked around "everybody staying for the floor show?" he chuckled.

"No Billy has to leave us" Kroos nodded at Billy to leave "is that right?"

"Yeah... right" he looked at Harry, suddenly wanting to stay "see ya."

"Sorry you gotta leave" Harry's shirt was now off, his dago-t revealing a perfectly muscled, hairless chest "see ya around."

"Good luck" Billy backed out the door, knowing Harry caught him checking him out. He went to the reception area, sat down, and waiting for his heart to stop racing. Damn, he thought, he's gotta be Hank's brother! But the last names are different. Half-brother? Cousin? Whatever it was, it was spooking Billy but good! Whatever it was, Billy figured out he had to ask Hank, but how? He would have to make up some kinda story, something NOT involving the docs.

He sat there for a long time knowing he had to leave. At the same time he wanted to sneak back in there and see what they were planning. Well it could not be anything too crazy, what with Joel and that Smith guy both hanging around. Or could it?

He sat there for a long time, hesitating. Finally, he convinced himself he owed it to Hank, to his family, to protect him somehow. He couldn't run in there yelling, get out, get out, they're gonna do perverted sex things to ya! So what could he do? He did not remember if they had the cameras already in the exam room. Were they going to use cameras? Or were they going to do something, even they did not want documented.

That did it! Billy got up,then stopped himself with a jolt. He picked up the phone and called home, saying he might be an hour or so late. Not to worry. As soon as he hung up, he slipped back inside, tiptoeing back to the second exam room. He had this paranoid image of opening the door, and they would all be there lying in wait for him! But when he cracked open the door it was dark and peaceful. Peaceful and crackling with tension, he reminded himself. He turned on a small console light, then laughed at himself. Of course they could not see him! He saw one of the cameras had in fact been moved to the main exam room. But the second one, the older one, was still here. He opened several drawers hoping he might stumble onto the cache of all the recordings but could not find even one blank tape. Damn! he remembered, they are all in the main room! He looked around and then realized the camera had a tape already in it! What an idiot! he thought, of course!

He glanced over to the window and saw Harry was already down to his shorts and lying on the table. Joel was doing a very good job taking his vitals, and damn! that impostor Smith was setting up their camera!

Billy got his camera set up and rolling, wanting to see how they would handle it when Harry make his display of protesting about the filming. Billy's jaw hit the floor when he saw Harry look over at Kroos, then at Joel, then at Smith and the camera... and just shrug! Wow, Billy thought, that was not the reaction I would have expected. How much did he know already about this whole set up? Did he KNOW? Does that mean Hank knows? ALL the stuff? Billy felt his hardon collapse.

Billy all but slapped himself out of it, remembering he had work to do. He got the camera into position and hit the record button. Then he settled back and watched, trying to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Well Mister Beloies I am relieved you are being so cooperative" doctor "Smith" stood there while Joel finished the vitals.

"Hey if it's really what you say it is, y'know for science and insurance and everything, well I guess I'm glad to help" he looked at Joel "so I guess you're just about finished getting all my vital statistics?"

"Almost" Joel was jotting down numbers as fast as he could, knowing a few were off.

"Three twenty four" Harry looked at Joel and winked.

"Say what?"

"Don't ya want my batting average too?" and he looked at Kroos and laughed. Kroos tried to smile, missing the joke.

"Funny Harry" Joel made a point of writing it down "left handed or right handed?"

"Left" Harry winked again "makes it feel like someone else" and broke himself up.

"Geez ain't you the comic" but Joel was laughing. Let's see how long you can keep laughing.

"Well if you got all you need I'll see ya around" and he lay back down on the table.

"No we will need another hand to assist if you do not mind" Kroos was starting to get items from the tray.

"Funny doc" he looked up at Kroos "I'll be the comedian here okay?"

"No seriously mister Beloies" Kroos was putting on gloves "we have a full array of procedures to cover tonight as it were."

Harry came up onto his elbows, "quit kidding around. We know what sort of examination we need to do and the kid's not old enough -- "

"I ain't a kid" Joel looked at Kroos and the Smith guy. Not after the ringer I've been through so far!

"You're a kid when it comes to some stuff" Harry was no longer joking "so hit the showers Joel."

"Joel we will call you if you are needed" Kroos nodded, indicating the reception area.

"But doc!"

"Please go over Mister Beloies' forms and make sure everything is in order. Thank you Joel" Kroos stood there, carved from granite. When Joel realized he lost this one, he left in a huff.

"Man, it's almost like the kid wanted to be here" Harry looked at the two "but we know that's not the case right?"

"That is right" and Kroos went back to the table "now we will need to place these straps over your arms and chest -- "

"In case I change my mind?" but Harry was already flat on his back "or maybe bounce off the ceiling from all the painkillers?" again with the jokes.

As soon as Billy saw Joel leave he thought about ditching the camera and making for the door. Too late. The door opened,

"Billy!" Joel came in, his face both pissed and surprised.

"Shut the fuck up Merklins and close the door--"

"What the fuck you doin here?"

"Getting to the bottom of -- "

"And a camera? The docs know -- "

"No they don't" Billy came over to him and grabbed him. He was praying that Joel would go along "and you ain't tellin them either, got it?"

"What's this all about? They're gonna kill you -- "

"Not if they don't find out. Got it?"

"Man Herms, you know you're dead meat -- "

"And you ain't?"

"What's this all about? All this shit's like illegal isn't it?"

"Quit with the dumb jock routine. You know sure as shit it is" Billy stepped back, certain that Joel was not going to fight him now "and I got -- WE got -- too many buds who could get real fucked over if -- "

"You don't gotta spell it out, I know what's goin on here."

"No Merklens you don't. You don't know the half of it" and don't ask for me to tell ya, Billy thought. Shit I've already said too much, but hell he's almost as guilty as the rest of us now.

"I know shitloads more than you Herms" and don't expect me to explain. I'll be damned if I tell ya about the movies they're making out in P******h, he thought.

"Like what?"

"Forget it!"

"Look Joel" Billy tried another approach "we both know this is a sweet deal for both of us. We both get to do stuff with a lot of guys because of this, right?"

Joel looked at the other room and back, "maybe."

"I don't gotta tell ya again we're in the same racket here right?"

"Same..." Joel was poker-faced "but different."

"Whatever. Maybe when you trust me -- and I can trust you -- we can exchange notes, like. Maybe between the two of us we can get to the bottom of this -- "

"You really don't wanna be doin that Herms."

"Why not?"

"You know some of this stuff is well..."

"Yeah I KNOW it's illegal" Billy looked at the window and lowered his voice "and I know there's money involved here, probably lots of money -- "

"Thousands -- "

"At least" but Billy made a note of the slip "and that Smith guy in there ain't no doc -- "

"You know him too?" another slip.

"Yeah I've seen him several times" quickly changing "so where do you know him from? Here right?"

"Yeah... here" but Joel could tell Billy knew he was lying.

"Somewhere else?"

"No. Here."

"Where Joel? C'mon y'gotta tell me!"

"I can't" Joel looked at the camera rolling "they'd kill me if I told. I mean 'kill' kill, not just 'mess with' kill. Like body-in-the-lake kill, got it? The same way they're gonna kill you if they find out about that!"

"Well then I need for you to be look-out."

"How?"

"Stay in the hall. If Kroos or anybody heads this way distract them."

"But you won't be able to leave."

"Just stand guard okay?"

"Shit fine" Joel looked through the window, seeing the straps being tightened acroos Harry's arms and chest "man why can't I stay in here and watch?"

"Because then it would be your ass, minnow! Remember?"

"Fuck..." but Joel headed for the door "but I get to watch the tape tomorrow right?"

"Right. Deal" and Billy watched Joel slip out the door. Then he took a seat, his hands still itching to get at his pants.

"Now mister Beloies" Kroos was checking the straps "tell me if these are too tight."

"Hell no doc" Harry tried to strain "I like this scene. It's kinda like cowboys and indians right?"

"Not too tight?"

"No" he looked at doc "Smith" who was wheeling out a strange machine "now what's that for?"

"First we must talk about what brings you here tonight?"

"Didn't you read what I filled out? It's all there."

"Why not tell me in your own words."

Harry looked around the room and then at the lens "you mean like on the record right?"

"Yes."

"Well doc, lately I've not been getting it up like I should and shit I ain't THAT old."

"How often are you having problems with erections?"

"Maybe once a week or so."

"Once a week?" Kroos almost chuckled "you only have sexual interactions once a week?"

"Fuck no. I don't have problems every day, every time, it's only once in a while I have problems."

"How often do you have intercourse?"

"Three -- maybe four -- times a week."

"No problems those times?"

"Heck no. Like I said it's only once a week or so -- maybe every sixth or seventh time the rod doesn't respond like it should."

Kroos made a few notes and checked the machine, turning it on and picking up two of the electrodes.

"And before I start taking pills like, y'know all this Viagra shit on the market, I thought maybe just get everything checked out first."

"You are not taking Viagra now, are now?"

"Hell no" Harry saw what was in Kroos' hands "I hate pills, all they do is fuck you up. That's why I made the appointment to see if there's something else, besides pills -- hey what the hell are those?"

"Are you sure you are not on any medication now?" looking at the clipboard "no heart medications, blood pressure?"

"Sure I'm sure" he was straining against the straps now "what are you gonna do with those? Electroshock?"

"Hardly Mister Beloies... Harry" Kroos had no problems attaching them to his hairless nipples "we are not barbarians here."

"Then what's the deal? I thought you were going to check the plumbing like. You know the old 'turn and cough' routine?"

"This is quite a bit more sophisticated than that... Harry" and Kroos started adjusting the dials "you will feel some tingling but I assure you there will be no pain."

"Man..." Harry closed his eyes. It didn't take long for the alternating, occilating sensations to stimulate his nipples. He could almost feel them hardening "that's sure something else. What is that?"

"These take readings, skin conductivity and such. And at the same time they deliver a very tiny, almost insignificant electrostatic charge and then measure the neurological response."

"You mean a feedback loop?" Harry was more than enjoying the sensations coming from them.

"You understand precisely."

"Man..." he lay back enjoying what they were doing to his pecs "you guys should make a home model of this. I'm coming up with all sorts of other places to stick those attachments..."

Kroos looked at Smith with a small smile "like?"

"C'mon doc" Harry was getting to the point he was glad those briefs were covering his goods. Any more of this and he would forget why he came here in the first place "I don't gotta draw a picture right?"

"You mean use these for auto-erotic purposes?" Kroos was all professional.

"Well... yeah" Harry chortled. Like: duh!

"Are you saying you could imagine these being... sexually arousing?"

"I wouldn't mind taking one home and finding out."

"Interesting" was all Kroos would say. He watched the dials swing up to the "four"s range and waited for the inevitable response.

"Geez doc" Harry could feel the blood rushing to his nipples and then straight to his crotch "y'think maybe it's time to kill the camera?"

"Why is that?"

"Well much more of this and I'm thinking my problem won't be a problem any more" he looked down at himself "and it's probably not a good idea to be showing... y'know... wood... with that on."

"Showing... wood?" Kroos came from behind the console.

"Y'know doc" Harry nodded at his briefs "down there. Like... getting hard?"

"But did you not say that was what you were having problems with?"

"Before yeah" and he looked down and a definite bulge was starting to show "but not with these buzzers on me. So I'd really appreciate it if you could get rid of that thing. I mean it doc."

"But we need to record the full treatment, especially in a patient who is having precisely these types of problems" and Kroos' hands were at his waistband "down if you could raise your hips -- "

"What?!?!? Are you fuckin kidding me?" Harry clamped his legs together trying to force his butt hard against the table, which only made the bulge worse.

"Please Harry we need to proceed to the next phase. And we need to remove these."

"Then shut off the g.d. camera doc!"

"If you continue fighting I will ask for the assistance of our young friend Joel and have him come in here and help -- "

"No!"

"Then please raise your hips."

"You wouldn't make me do this! In front a fuckin kid would you?"

"Not if you stop being so childish and cooperate" that always got them, Kroos knew. That "childish" part.

"Damn..." and Harry started to relax his butt muscles "so why the damn camera? You gonna tell me where this film's gonna end up?"

"Gathering dust in a vault I assure you. Not to be viewed unless some ill-informed malpractice attorney is very bored and very desperate one day years in the distant future."

"You sure? I mean you double sure?"

"Yes Mister Beloies."

"Shit..." but Harry raised his hips and Kroos pulled them down and off. Now Harry lay there, naked under the lights. His entire pubic area had been shaved smooth as a new-born, which partly explained his reluctance. Also because his very large uncircumsized dick was lying at half-mast against his left hip.

"You shave yourself?" Kroos came closer with a strangely shaped leather strap covered with electrodes.

"Yeah... my girlfriend is into it. She won't let me... y'know, unless I'm smooth."

"Do you find it uncomfortable? Rashes of any kind?"

"Hell no" Harry opened his eyes "actually it's kinda a turn on. What the hell is that one -- no wait let me guess. A cockring for frankenstein, right?"

"A similar mechanism to those on your nipples" Kroos picked up Harry's cock, feeling it thicken in his hand. Moving quickly before he was fully hard, he slipped it around and clicked it into place, then attached the wires.

"Okay doc I guess I get what I deserve" he closed his eyes waiting for the tingling to start "but I sure wish I coulda done this at home in private like."

"Well a home model is many years off if then" Kroos was back at the console adjusting and fiddling. He caught the glare from doc Smith but chose to ignore it.

"When you do I'd be the first in line ready to invest my life savings" Harry was looking down at his cock, in its leather harness just getting harder and harder.

"Thank you for your offer, but we already have financial backers" Kroos nodded at "doc Smith" next to him "such as mis--I mean Doctor Smith here."

"So that's why you're here?"

But the "doc" just nodded.

"You sure are a quiet one. Don't talk much right?"

"His english is not as good as mine" Kroos was at the drawer extracting a rubber device, suspecting Harry might recognize it for what it was. A large rubber probe.

Harry felt himself go to full rod, the head bright red and the slit starting to swell open, "guess I'm cured doc. You can send me home now, I'll take care of the rest."

"We are just getting started" Kroos was at the table again "now if you could lift your knees..."

"Is this where I get the finger doc?" Harry was no fool and knew the gloved finger was coming.

"No something... more professional" Kroos kept a straight face "now just relax."

Harry bent his head forward as he lifted his knees and saw what Kroos was lubing up. It was almost flesh-tone, with a certain distinct tapered end, "doc don't even try telling me you're thinking of stickin that in me instead!"

"Now if you lie back and relax -- "

"Relax hell!" but he did not lower his knees "my girl friend tried to put something in me once and I almost killed her it hurt too much. So don't even think -- " and he felt the lube hit his hole "shit!!!"

"Does that hurt?"

"Fuck yeah it hurts!"

"Well I will do everything to make this more... tolerable."

"Fuck tolerable doc" then there that sensation was again, cold and wet at his very ticklish hole "you sure about this?"

"Very sure... now just relax" and a finger pressed again "is that painful?"

"I just wasn't expecting this is all... go easy and if I say stop you better -- " but then the second finger was spreading more of the slippery goo deep into him "shit was IS that?"

"Since you need to be relaxed I am using gloved fingers--"

"Fingers?"

"Now relax please" as a third finger was spreading more gel into him, deeper until Kroos hit the prostate.

"Fuckkkk!" Harry lurched "damnit doc you hit it, okay?"

"Yes, it feels slightly swollen and that may be at the root of your complaint" Kroos withdrew his hand and brought the dildo into place "now I must insist you relax your muscle and squeeze out" as the head made contact with Harry's hole. Harry let out a small "fuck" as it stretched and the narrow head popped in.

"STOP!"

"I told you it is critical you relax" Kroos withdrew the head and manually relaxed his sphincter again. When it was completely stretched he brought the head back again and slid it in. Again Harry started screaming but this time the tapered head stayed in.

"Damn doc you're killing me here!" Harry's face and chest were flushed and red, his breathing heavy as his chest rose and fell. He arched his neck slamming his head into the table, as more and more of the dildo went into him.

"Now you understand the purposes of the straps."

"Yeah..." Harry panted "so I... owww!... I can't get free right?"

"So you do not hurt yourself, correct" Kroos removed his jacket, the muscles flexing out from his short sleeves. He went over and brought the camera in close.

"Damn doc" Harry saw the lens pointing at his crotch "can you make this any more humiliating?"

"It is not our intention to humiliate you, but your response must be accurately monitored."

"Shit..." Harry closed his eyes "fuckin get on with it okay?"

"Now all you need to do is relax and the program will do the rest..." Kroos attached the wires to the leather cockring and rejoined the Smith guy at the console. It was not long before Harry started twisting and wriggling,

"Damn turn it off! you're driving me nuts here" as he felt the electronic stimuli getting stronger on his nipples. The pressure coming from the base of his cock almost made the pain in his rectum less intense, "c'mon doc ease it back okay?"

"Mister Beloies" Kroos came back to Harry's side "you need to relax -- "

"Relax shit! How you expect me to relax with that thing up my butt! Damn!" then Harry felt the vibrating starting on the strap around his engorged cock. As it increased, his cock felt the strap almost strangling the base, "doc fix the machine! And that strap on my cock got too tight -- damn!" as the electrodes on his cock starting vibrating in unison with those on his chest "no...not my cock too!"

"Are you experiencing pain?"

Damn" Harry bent his head as far forward as he could, watching his cock swelling past full hard then to super hard, then to something like an over-inflated inner tube "damn will ya look at what you're doing! My dick has never been that -- ooww!"

"What is it Harry?"

"That thing in me! It's pressing inside me! It feels like it's going to ex--" and before he could finish his cockhead flared and a small bead of cum oozed out of his pissslit, hanging there. Harry started screaming and writhing, "turn it off! turn it OFF!"

"Doc?" Kroos looked back at Smith hovering over the console.

"Only four point six, no seven..." the guy said "can this be correct?"

Kroos looked at the electrodes and carefully examined Harry, collecting the semen sample and putting the container into the frig. He returned to the console, "no it is correct" and hit a few buttons "but this should compensate for our over-aroused patient who has such difficulties with... erections."

"Nooooo...wait!" Harry tried wriggling free of the straps but was not getting very far "maaaaaaaaaan..." he felt the vibrating go down suddenly "oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah better..." as the program went into its devilish pattern "c'mon... please!!!! oh oh oh" feeling the sperm burning his urethra, not shooting not receding "doc no... please... please let me go.... I came okay? lemme go I gotta get cleaned up" then the slow relentless pressure returning deep inside "please doc please lemme get that thing outa my hole."

"Do you need --"

"Yeah I need some help here!"

Kroos moved to Harry's side. Instead of releasing him he retightened the straps "well Mister Beloies according to the readings you are fine! Are you sure you were having the problems you wrote down? Difficulty with erections? Delayed orgasms? Difficulty achieving orgasms? Painful urinations?"

"Angh...angh...ah yeah doc" Harry was still trying to get at the straps but Kroos was holding his arms now "yeah all of it, all that stuff."

"Then how do you explain this?" squeezing his cock, another bead of cloudy fluid oozing out "how do you explain this near-orgasm? According to the readings you had minimal arousal and you achieved orgasm easily. If I may say more easily than patients ten years your junior."

"Ungh... ungh... what? You been doing this? to kids?" Harry's eyes did not want to see what his crotch looked like. It felt like a balloon bursting in slow motion.

"We have been accumulating data from a wide range of men, of various ages and various..." he looked right into Harry's eyes "medical predispositions."

"Ungh... ungh.. god will you turn that DOWN? what are you getting at doc?"

"Well you might want to explain what brought you here if it was not problems with your sexual performance."

"It's... uh...like I said... problems... having problems -- "

"Until tonight? Then these 'problems' go away like magic?"

"C'mon doc... ah ah..." his nipples now pulsing in time "fuck it's not like... oh oh oh that strap!.. shit it's gonna... gonna.. all this shit wired to me" he twisted his hips "please doc, please get that thing outa me. It's starting to get..."

"Stimulating again?"

"What do you want doc? I don't know from stimulating but... oh oh angh.... it's not like I'm used to putting things up my butt! Got it? Now turn it -- oh shit! -- off!"

"Yes I could tell you had no stretching or ripping when I examined you."

"Okay okay so get it out okay? That thing's driving me crazy here. Now I gotta take a piss like oh oh -- my bladder!"

"Yes the drink we gave you earlier should be working by now" and Kroos returned with another container "you can urinate into this."

"No!!!! no... hell! C'mon doc let me up!"

But Kroos was having none of it. He bent Harry's thick cock back against his stomach from its twelve-o'clock position, pointing the tight red head into the cup.

"Doc I can't I can't..." Harry was looking down at Kroos' manipulations "I'm too hard!"

"Watch" Kroos reached under Harry's scrotum and started pressing into his perineum, massaging his ballsac in the process. Harry felt the floodgates open. Before he could react, Kroos repositioned the cup as his cock started spraying piss everywhere, some of it into the cup. There was no assistant to pull another jug from thin air in the nick of time so the small container overflowed quickly. Kroos' reaction was to pinch the hardon right behind the head to stop the flow.

"Owwwww! wait! I ain't finished!" Harry looked down but it was no good. Kroos' hand held him tight.

"You will be allowed to finish after you have produced a complete semen specimen--"

"What? No I'm finished here. Let me up I've had enough of this" but between the straps and Kroos' firm grip, Harry was not going anywhere.

"We have all night Mister Beloies" Kroos looked at the Smith guy "are we ready to resume the program?"

"Yes everything is reset" from him, ignoring the shouts and protests from Harry, what program? you already are running! stop no more!

"Very good" Kroos released his hand "resume the program, twenty-b, and we will see how the patient responds."

"But that is the experimental pattern is it not?" Smith looked concerned "are you sure?"

"Yes we have a very healthy patient here" Kroos re-adjusted the leather ring "and he should be able to handle it. I am curious to see how a sexually under-responsive" seeing Harry's protests "or so he claims, under-responsive male reacts to it."

"Hey wait! Doc! What experiment?" Harry knew he put his neck in the noose and was desperate to get out of this "I never signed up for -- "

"Actually you did" Kroos stepped away from him "it was the fourth form you signed if you remember?"

"I changed my mind. Let me go!"

"No until we get to the bottom of this... Harry. You come to the office with less-than-authentic symptoms. You have what appears to be a hair-trigger response to sexual stimuli. Well, when you are prepared to explain your actions we will reconsider these procedures."

"What are you saying?" Smith asked.

"I believe our patient here" Kroos nodded at Hairy "came here tonight under false pretenses. Until we can ascertain he does not have ulterior motives for this visit, or even more worrisome, is not foolish enough to conceal the fact he is from some... law enforcement agency. Or worse, he is a spy from a rival developmental agency, well we need to establish Mister Beloies here is what he claims to be."

"I ain't a cop!" Harry looked around "I ain't from anybody! I just came here to get a fuckin checkup!"

"For a condition you never had."

"I swear it! I was having problems gettin it up! Really! And cumming! That too!"

"We have reasons to doubt you" Kroos started to leave "after what just happened. I believe we need the second camera for the experimental session now" and he headed for the door.

When Billy saw and heard what Kroos was doing he panicked! He knew he could not leave the room without being caught in the hall. He only prayed that Joel was standing guard as promised. He turned off the camera fast, grabbed the tape, and looked around for a hiding place. He jumped into the dirty clothes hamper, covering himself as fast as he could. As he did the door opened!

Kroos left the room and walked into the hall. Joel was just coming through the door from the reception area.

"You need something? Did I forget anything?" Joel was all over him "is Mister Beloies still here?"

"Joel is something wrong?"

"No nothing why?"

"Well you are acting very agitated."

"I've been sitting out there worrying about all the things I must have gotten wrong like y'know with setting up no not setting up I mean I didn't get --"

"Could you help me with the camera from room two?"

"Room two?" Joel almost shouted "why?"

"Well our exam may continue being more thorough than we anticipated" and the two entered the room "now help me with this." The two started to wheel it out, Joel trying not to look around but he knew he could not have been acting guiltier if he had twenty stolen CD's tumbling from his pants.

Kroos was half way out the room when he noticed the camera was not loaded, "that is most odd."

"What is?" Joel almost on the point of blurting out everything.

"Where is the cassette?"

"Sorry doc" Joel was trying to think fast "I guess I never.. ah... I didn't know I needed to do that, y'know part of getting the room ready" he babbled, Kroos watching him like a hawk.

"Well just get me another one" Kroos was getting impatient "they should be in the cabinet."

Joel went to the cabinet praying he would not open it and see Billy hiding there. He slowly opened the door and finding it empty swung the door all the way, a bit overly dramatic.

"Nothing here!" he announced almost saying: nobody here!

"Nonsense, they are on the second shelf" and Kroos was leaving the room.

Joel looked and sure enough found two cassettes still in their shrink-wrapped package. He grabbed it and headed for the door, pulling the wrapper to shreds. As he was leaving he heard a "hrrmmph" but seeing Kroos in the hall he closed the door and went to join him, not daring to turn around.

He tried to catch up with Kroos but he only made it half-way down the hall before Kroos was back in the exam room. He went to the door, afraid of what he might see when he went in so he knocked.

"Joel come in" from Kroos.

"You sure?" and before he lost his nerve he went in. What he saw took his breath away! Harry was still strapped on the table with the Smith guy at the console of a machine he recognized all too well, and Kroos was already setting up the second camera at the foot of the table, pointing right up Harry's crotch. Kroos waved him over,

"Yes Joel bring the tapes over here. I will need you to operate this one."

Joel came around the table and now Harry saw him. He gave a shout,

"Hey doc! The kid's here! He shouldn't be here!"

"I ain't a kid" Joel's eyes were all over him, taking in every inch of the sweaty muscled naked form. And man was he boned! The images of Joe Herms and that mister Jones guy came back to him. Is this what Billy was getting at? All this mechanical shit the docs were messing around with? Joel had a big hunch that's why he was here and Billy wasn't. For some weird reason, he was their "machine boy" not Billy. He almost started unbuttoning his shirt seeing what the situation was. He remembered fast: Billy WAS here! And watching this whole thing! Shit, he must be bug-eyed by now! Or else blowing his loads all over that one-way mirror! Joel almost let his eyes slip to where he knew Herms was watching this.

"Geez doc.." Joel said out loud "what is all this? Some kind of lie detector? Man I wish I had told that kinda lie!" having an unsuccesful time disguising his ignorance "man Harry you okay?"

"Dammit doc tell him to leave already!"

"Mister Beloies, Joel is our assistant, our new assitant, and is needed here now."

"Bull!" Harry was twisting his head around "who else is around here? Is that Billy hiding behind me too, watching this?"

Joel almost dropped the camera off the stand! He looked at Kroos, "Billy left a long time ago" again avoiding a sideways glance at the one-way mirror.

"Well Joel I will need someone to run the cameras and adjust them as we go" Kroos went back to the console.

"Are you sure you don't want me out front or something?"

"Dammnit doc no way I can have this kid around -- "

"I ain't no kid -- "

"When it comes to this yeah you are" Harry looked Joel up and down.

"Joel I will need to be back here monitoring the program" Kroos looked busy as he started flipping switches and adjusting dials "so I will not be able to track the recording."

"Who was doing it before?" Joel looked at the fake doc "you?"

"Our patient surprised us before" Kroos did not look up "we did not have a chance to make any adjustments -- "

"Surprise?" Joel finished with the camera and hit record then checked the first one "adjustments? what did he do?"

"None of your damn business" but Harry did not add the kid word "now please Joel before this get... y'know... like before... c'mon Joel give a guy some privacy okay?"

"I don't mind" Joel was looking at the first camera, seeing it was almost out of film "doc we got time for me to put in more film?"

"Yes but hurry."

So Joel opened the second cassette and loaded it. When he was finished he stood there, openly staring at Harry's condition. Seeing the way his legs were bent slightly told Joel there was something in his ass, but from his angle he could not see. What he could see was the amazing sight of Harry's shaved crotch with this huge erection rising from a mass of straps and cords, looking more special effects than flesh. Something shiny was coating the end of that blood-red cockhead. Lube?

"Okay we are almost ready" Kroos said "Joel would you mind doing one more thing?"

"Sure doc what's that?"

"In the second drawer is another anal probe. Could you remove the one that is in our patient now and replace it with the one you find there?"

Joel looked at him then at Harry. Harry just about flipped,

"No way doc. You can't make him do that! Are you crazy?"

"I don't mind I'm used to it" Joel went to the drawer, finding some gloves in the process. He slipped them on and then took out the second dildo. He looked at it and recognized it. It was modeled on his own cock, but slightly longer. Like his balls had been pulled back. Or else he never saw his own meat from this angle or this closely belfore. Man, he thought, this is almost as nasty as fuckin him with the real thing! He took it out and went over to Harry.

"Please kid -- "

"Call me Joel" Joel started looking around for the green goo, an evil smile curling his lip. But all he could see was the pump-bottle of standard issue lube "and hell... I guess you could call this Joel Junior -- "

"What!?!" Harry looked down at what he was holding.

"Yeah well... the docs here have this... let's say hobby--"

"Joel" Kroos started, his voice low and threatening.

"C'mon doc. I was just going to tell Mr. Beloies here how these are like made from life. Of course this is not as big as the real one" Joel made sure Harry caught the wink.

"You can't be -- "

"Fuck, pretty life-like ain't it?" holding in front of his face "I guess the docs did this the last time I had an exam right doc?"

"It is one of the" Kroos was caught off-guard. Shit, Joel thought, I did it! I got him! "the requirements for some procedures, yes Joel."

"So why don't we try to make you more comfortable here... Harry" Joel lifted his legs and felt around in the warm crack until he had a grip on the blunt end. He bent it slightly and before Harry had a chance to protest, started easing it out of his swollen butthole.

"Damn get that outa me" Harry was glad to have the pressure subsiding "now clean me up -- no not you... Joel... have the doc clean me up down there."

"Doc?" Joel looked at Kroos for directions.

"Joel just make sure the new one is well lubricated and make sure it is in place and positioned correctly."

"Doc c'mon" Harry was struggling now, realizing what was about to happen. This high school kid was about to fuck him with a model of his own cock, right in front of everyone, and the whole thing was going on film "doc stop this is crazy! Joel no -- ohwwww!" as he felt the head start to stretch his hole. And this one was much thicker than the previous model, the head not narrowed like before. Like the real thing now swelling in Joel's pant, the head was not something to invade a hole and not go unnoticed. As soon as it cleared the ring after the third attempt, Harry felt the buzzing return to his nipples and as Joel worked it in and out a few times, his cockring starting buzzing as well. Harry clenched his teeth, no way he was going to have another accident with this kid shoving this damn thing up his butt! But as the buzzing grew and started to pulse he did not have to look down to feel the leather tighten and his cock start to throb in time to the music.

"Yeah Harry looking real good" Joel was easing it in and out with a steady practiced rhythm, letting him know this was as close to a real fucking as he could get under the circumstances "yeah damn Harry I can't believe how hard this is making you. Yeah almost like this dick is turning you on, my dick is turning you on..." and as Harry swelled and a small bead of fluid burped from him Joel slid it out and then in one long deep thrust all the way to the base. Harry's eyes flew open and he started gasping.

"Okay Joel connect the two electrodes to the base of the devise, red to red, green to green" Kroos was staying a safe distance, keeping the console purring.

Joel secured the dildo then went over to the camera, checking the position. He wanted an unobstructed view this time. Maybe Billy got to see the whole first act from the safety of the observation room but he had to watch and wait at the front desk, imagining what things were going on in there, and just getting hornier and hornier as he did. So now being right in the thick of things, he was not about to let this opportunity slip by. He stood behind the camera, knowing it was doing a piss-poor job of hiding his swollen crotch from the docs. But Kroos and doc Smit were not paying him much attention. So with no one looking he unzipped himself ever so slightly and slipped a few fingers inside, re-angling Joel Junior for a better feel.

Harry looked around, then saw Joel's arm motions and figured out real fast what the kid was doing. He looked down at himself and twisted his head to see if the docs were going to speak up. Instead, they were huddled over the console.

"Shit Joel you getting off on this?" Harry whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe.."

"You really... doing what... shit you jackin to this stuff?"

"Fuck Harry, that's my tool in your ass. Tell me that wouldn't get your nut."

"Damn..." Harry leaned back as the stimulation started to increase to his "danger level" again "damnit doc...y'gotta stop before I ... shit! stop! I'm gonna... cum again..."

"Maybe that's what they want" from Joel

"What? They're trying to -- damn I'm gettin close! Doc y'gotta turn it down before I blow again."

"If you feel the urge to ejaculate" Kroos looked up from the console "then let yourself -- "

"Is that what this is about? You just trying to see how many times you can make me humiliate myself? Is that it?"

"Mr. Beloies you told us you were having -- "

"Damn" Harry closed his eyes "Joel help me out here! I'm ready to... ungh... ungh... I'm gonna juice! Joel grab my dick so I don't-- "

But before he could finish Joel leaped over the extension cords lying everywhere, his hand on that bright red cock pointing at the ceiling. Joel grabbed it just behind the head and gave it a hard squeeze! Harry gasped as it swelled up but only a drop or two of something cloudy ooozed out. Joel had his hand full of throbbing leaking cock and he was loving it!

"No Joel don't! Let go! We need for him -- "

"Let me go let me go!" Harry was panting. Joel could not tell if he meant let me up, or let me blow! He bent his head forward to get a closer look at what was oozing from the slit. Harry freaked, thinking the kid was gonna blow him as well!

"STOP! Don't Don't make him -- I know what this is about! I know why you're doing this, what you need doc" Harry twisted his head in Kroos' direction "you need for me to keep getting so turned on I blow my load all over right? so you can make your sex movies, right? That's why I'm tied -- "

"Mr. Beloies this is legitimate research!"

"Legitimate my aaa--" and he started coughing and moaning with the sensations coming from everywhere below his neck now. That hand on his cock was making his cum and preventing it at the same time and he was not keeping it together "Joel stop! please! unsnap my arm cuff, on your side -- "

"Joel don't!" from Kroos who was coming over to them. But before he made it Joel had flipped the snap and Harry's arm was free. To everyone's surprise, he reached over and grabbed Joel's forearm, trying to pull that hand away from his cock. Both their arms started battling for control, Harry's trying to reach the side and free the rest of the restraints across his chest, and Joel's trying to prevent him for just that. In the battle for snaps, Harry's hand banged against Joel's front several times. Joel grabbed his wrist and tried to immobilize it against himself.

"FUCK! What the hell'dya call this doc?" Harry was pressing against Joel's crotch, feeling the half-open fly, the warm flesh at the opening "legitimate research? Ya call this research?" and his fingers pulled the fly open and yanked Joel Junior out to play. Joel bent back fast but not before his hard cock was out and waving around like a loaded gun.

"Joel! our research -- "

"Fuck your research! We both know what this is all about! You're making sex films here, that's why it's so important you got those cameras -- "

"No Mr. Beloies there is nothing irregular about -- "

"About fliming guys blowing loads? And this Joel here wouldn't be jackin his meat for legitimate research! Cut the crap Kroos!"

The other doc was at camera one punching buttons and was at the other as fast as Kroos was back at the console hitting buttons as well.

"Yeah just as I figured -- damn!" Harry winced, feeling the vibrations on his front stop in an instant. As soon as they did that probe in his butt screamed for attention "get that thing outa me!"

"Mr. Beloies you came here tonight claiming -- "

"Okay shit! Fuck I lied okay?"

"What?" from both Joel and Kroos. Nothing but quiet rustling noises from the doc at the second camera.

"Yeah you figured it out. I ain't got no problems in the sex department If anything -- " and Harry was reaching under the table, still not finding the snaps.

"If anything you are over -- "

"Yeah doc, I'm a sex hound okay? My girlfriend tells me I gotta find another partner cause she can't keep up okay? Then when I heard -- "

"What did you hear!!???!!!" from Joel, seeing his life self-destruct before his eyes "did you hear -- " zipping up his fly like that would make a difference.

"I heard that the doc here was doing some 'studies' with guys y'know? Damn! doc untie this shit!"

"What exactly were the rumors?" from Kroos, shooting nervous looks back at the that "doc Smith" guy, who looked like he was getting ready to make an exit.

"Nothing like THIS!" Harry looked down at himself, seeing his cock standing at full mast, did it ever go down? "shit had I known I woulda been here sooner" he looked at Joel "is that why you're here kid?"

"Mr. Beloies, again, what did you hear?"

"Yeah getting nervous aren't ya?" his hand found something and unsnapped it, but the strap on his chest did not release "untie me and we talk!"

"We will talk" Kroos pushed Joel out of the way, and was beside the table. This time Harry was no match for the arm wrestling competition. His arm was muscled down again and resecured, Harry hollering and struggling. But against Kroos he was no match.

"Dammit this is all bullshit!"

"You were telling us what you hear."

"Fine! Okay! I got a good picture what goes on here" Harry twisted his head, giving Joel a long look "just what I thought! Well ya don't gotta sweat it kid... I'm just sorry they got you messed up in this shit--"

"What did you hear?" Kroos found the end of Joel Junior and held it, not pushing on it, but not withdrawing it either, well?"

"Okay okay! No rough stuff! I heard talk okay? What I'm hearing is some guys saying shit say how doc's general practice was also... branching out okay? getting into y'know sexual stuff and if y'were lookin for a something to help you out y'know... if your having problems getting it done right? well the doc here was a real pal okay? a real good source for cheap Viagra! Okay that's the word on the street now okay?"

"That's... all?" again the slightest pressure on the probe still lodged in his ass.

"Owww! Yeah! that's all!! You guys did some exams, checking out a guy's plumbing y'know? and if ya qualified you'd get all the stuff you'd ever need. Boy were they... oww!! off the mark!"

"That's all? That's it?" Joel was sweating bullets "you sure?"

"Chill out dude that's all" Harry looked over at him "but now I see what's really the deal here, no wonder you're freaking! What's the deal with you? They blackmailin you because the little jock gets off on guys?"

"Hey!" Joel's instincts took over and he balled his fists ready for the fight "fuck you!"

"Fuck you, I got no beef with you" Harry leaned back, feeling the straps on his chest immobilizing him. And if it meant getting that thing out of him he was willing to bargain "so if you're thinking of doing what all this looks like you're getting ready to do, you're gonna pump another load from me, we better understand each other..."

"What's the 'deal' Mr. Beloies?" Kroos waved to "doc Smith" stopping him from leaving "what are you proposing?"

"You ready to deal?"

"What's the proposition Mr. Beloies?" from doc Smith.

"First so there's no misunderstanding about what's goin down here" Harry looked over at Joel "if we are making sex movies here -- cut the shit Kroos we're on the same page -- then I ain't gonna be the only one waving his dick around."

"What?" more loudly from Kroos but Joel had taken a step for the door before he even heard the words.

"You heard me!" Harry looked back and forth between the two "you play ball with me and ..." looking first at Kroos then at Joel "I play ball with you..."

"C'mon Harry..." Joel looked at Kroos, what do we do now?

"And tomorrow when the guys at work ask me what happened I'll tell them nothing! Nothing at all! Only that they'd be idiots not to get in here cause what they been hearing about Doctor Drugs is true! Half-price Viagra... and more!"

"You blackmailing us?" Joel felt like his life was balancing on the edge now. Damn where's that Billy? Why'd he get into this shit?

"No not blackmailing" Harry looked at Kroos "just lookin for a cut of the action."

Kroos leaped over to the counter, finding the clipboard with Harry's insurance information. He looked at the box for "occupation",

"It states here you work for PDF, Inc." Kroos started flipping pages, seeing the same on the first page for "History", "what is that Mr. Beloies?" Kroos' voice was very low and steady.

"Policemen's Defense Fund" Harry closed his eyes, the trap snapping shut.

All hell broke loose! Kroos made a lunge for the cameras, Joel lept for the door, the Smith guy was trying to back away and almost succeeded in locking himself in a cabinet. It was not until the doc saw that Harry was remarkably calm despite the fact he was still strapped and wired did he hold his ground. He signaled to Kroos who signaled to Joel to stay put.

"Well Mr. Beloies we are waiting to hear all, ALL of your proposal?" the doc delivered in careful slow measures, making a quiet steps back to the cameras.

"Ten percent..." Harry was panting now "and to give you the idea we're all pals again... Joel?"

"Y-y-yeah?" not much louder than the squeaking of the wheels under the camera.

"Lose the clothes."

"W-w-w-wwWHAT?"

"Y'can't be makin no sex movies all dressed, right?"

"Harry this is absurd" Kroos was watching doc Smith's actions out of the corner of his eye. It looked like he was removing the cassettes and replacing them with others he extracted from his "hiding place" earlier.

"Do it... bud" and it was that "bud" that brought Joel away from that death-grip on the door. He went over and looked at Kroos who nodded.

"Yeah just like that..." Harry closed his eyes again "okay docs, no one's gonna bust up your little scheme here as long as I get a cut of it -- "

"No way" from the direction of the first camera.

"Way" from Harry "it's your call. I get my cut and everything continues like normal" he laughed at that "or I report back tomorrow and put this in a most unfavorable light you could say."

"Okay what is the cut?" from Smith

"Kroos are those cameras rolling?"

"You WANT them on?" from Joel.

"Kroos turn them on, yeah I'm thinking I'd like something to remember all this by."

"Very well..." Kroos nodded at doc Smith. The first camera was reloaded with the dummy tape. Smith hit a few buttons.

"Joel is the 'record' light on?"

Joel went over to first one, then the other, "yeah."

"Harry... we were talking about your conditions."

"I get the impression the doc over there -- yeah you, the quiet one in the corner" meaning "doc Smith" slowly rejoining the doc "Smith right? I get the impression you are one of the ringleaders of all of this. I can't talk to you if you're way over there, why don't you come over here by Joel?"

"What for ?"

"So I can see ya when I'm talkin to ya that's why."

At Kroos' insistance "doc Smith" came over and stood a bit behind Joel, but he was too wide for Joel to hide.

"What are ya so afraid of? Remember this whole thing is for... research right?"

"Right" but he wasn't buying it. Even so he came up next to Joel, and Harry could see he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Harry's lower torso.

"Okay first is I get ten percent off the top -- "

"Wait a minute!" from Smith.

"Second I get -- damn doc turn that thing down some more!" and the doc hit a few buttons and twisted some dials and Harry felt the buzzing in his ass ease up "that's better. Now Joel before I get a permanent crink in my neck, get these damn straps off me -- "

"Don't Joel wait!" from Kroos who headed over to the doc and the console prematurely.

"Do it Joel" from Harry "I ain't gonna be leavin if that's what you're worried about" he watched Joel start to untie him, Kroos whispering back and for with Smith "not until this is all settled."

"Joel, careful."

"Go on Joel, there won't be any rough stuff... bud" and Joel crumbled, hearing that word. He untied first one then the other arm strap but left the chest strap in place.

"Kroos?" Joel looked over, not sure if he was big enough to take him on if things got violent. But then he realized no one was stupid enough to take on Kroos in one-on-one. When Kroos nodded he undid the strap. As soon as he did, Harry leaned forward getting up on his elbows, but he did not make any moves to unfasten himself.

"Yeah that's better" he started to rub his neck and shoulders "and why don't you rub my shoulders, and get some circulation back in my arms. You don't mind helping out a buddy do ya?"

Joel looked around and then started to touch the shoulders of Harry, waiting for him to grab him. But nothing! Harry was not going to start anything.

"Yeah bud that's it" Harry turned his attention to the docs "didn't think Joel would mind that chore right bud? Now like I was saying, first I get ten percent -- "

"Five" from Smith.

"Ten and I keep my mouth shut."

"Very well... okay ten" Smith did not bother to look at Kroos. He was not about to help him now.

"Second condition is -- wait I'm still feeling a whole lot of underdressed for this" he looked at Smith who kept turning to Kroos "Joel why don't you help the doc here with his clothes -- "

"What?"

"Well there's no reason I'm the only one here all exposed like. And the cameras rolling and all. Hell, it's science, right? Joel you should be all eager to show off your kit from what I could tell before" looking down at himself "so why don't you help the good doc here lose the clothes -- "

"Absolutely not! I am not -- "

"Nothin to be shy about 'doc'. Just us guys makin a -- I mean doin a little research right?"

"No no NO, not until -- "

"No 'until' doc" Harry felt Joel's hands working the knots out of his neck "yeah, that feels a whole lot better. Remember my cooperation here is critical. So lose the duds.. doc!"

There was a lot of arguing between Smith and Kroos, at one point going for the cameras until Harry wagged his finger: don't think about it. After a long pause doc Smith started to remove his lab coat.

"No doc, I guess you didn't understand. I want Joel here to do it -- "

"Just one minute!"

"C'mon Joel you don't mind do you? It's all part of working in a doc's office right?"

"Yeah I guess" Joel went up to him and took the jacket from him and put it over a chair. As "doc" Smith kicked out of his shoes Joel started to unbutton his shirt for him. Smith looked more nervous than pissed, trying to keep one eye on Harry sitting on his table, and Joel breathing down his front. Joel tossed the shirt onto that chair, seeing Smith tugging at the bottom of his white dago-t, black bristling hairs sprouting everywhere, his arms and chest splattered with irregular patches, similar to Kroos, but without the sculpted tanned muscles to put that hairiness in context. Joel helped him pulled the bottom of the shirt free of his pants, his paunch hanging over the pants, pale and divided vertically with a ridge of black hairs going past his large navel. Joel tugged the undershirt free in back and started to pull it up, with the doc lifting his arms in slow motion.

"There, that is it, that is all you will see" the doc looked at Harry " I have a family for your infor-- "

"So do I" Harry was watching this, tugging at the contraption around his cock, but making no moves to remove it "Joel help him outa the rest."

"I will not do it -- "

"Okay you've bitched and moaned but we both know it's gonna happen. Joel?"

So Joel started to reach for his belt buckle but Smith knocked his hands away. The second time Joel tried, Harry let him know Joel was going to do it and he had no choice in the matter. So he stood there, his face red and blotchy as Joel unfastened his belt, unzipped him and started to tug at his pants.

"And let's get the full effect here" Harry was keeping another eye on Kroos' position "let's see you pull Joel's shirt off him now, while he's getting those pants off--"

"But" from both of them.

"Oh enough already. Just do it!"

Smith reached under Joel's arms and pulled his shirt and t-shirt out of his pants and over his head in one motion, Joel lifting his arms up high as he did. He did not hear where the pile landed as his hands tugged at Smith's pants and got them down past his beefy thighs. The front of his dirty stretched-out boxers were covered with stains, and a noticeable knob was showing behind one of the spots. When Joel reached for the waistband, Smith started swearing in some language but Joel tugged down the front, showing his short stub of a circumcised cock, and two large tight balls covered with black fur.

"Damn you I hope yo are happy now?"

"Well doc I'm a bit surprised to see ya soft is all. I thought -- "

"I am no fag like -- "

"Careful who you're callin names doc" Harry shot him a deadly look "now I'm gettting a little impatient here. How about you kick outa those clothes? Joel you too."

"What?"

"Yeah see, nothing to it" Harry watched Joel shrug and lower his pants and shorts in one motion. There were two piles of clothes on the floor when they turned to Kroos for help "and as for you, let's see if ya get that fuckin program running again... you can start it from the beginning can't you?"

"What? But you--"

"Oh yeah... these" Harry held the chest strap in one hand "I guess... just to make it look good... for the cameras -- I mean 'science' right?"

"You are telling me you actually WANT to resume..." Kroos was baffled now. His two assistants stood between him and Harry, very naked and very awkward.

"You forget why I came here doc?" Harry lay down on his back again "I came here to get treated. So let's get this thing going."

Kroos stepped away from the console, directed Smith to take his place. Joel had no idea what was planned for him, so he joined Kroos at Harry's exam table, keeping his front facing away from that one-way mirror. No, he did not forget Billy was still there. Somehow he had to go through this without alerting Kroos with an accidental glance or nod. Shit, he told himself, forget football next year. I should go out for acting!

"Much... much better" Harry felt the straps back across his chest and arms, not as snug as before. Now he was not the unwitting patient. Instead he was directing this whole experiment from his prone position "and to make sure we got no more misunderstandings..."

"Misunderstandings?"

"Joel" Harry nodded at Kroos "help the good doctor with his clothes as well."

"What? No Harry."

"Remember the camera's are rolling gentlemen and the evening is slipping away."

Kroos looked at the straps, then at Joel. When he came around to his side, he exhaled his response. Joel was tugging at that shirt as fast as his shaking hands would function. He surpressed the urge to bury his face between those two hairy pecs once the shirt was forgotten on the floor. Two sets of hands were at his belt buckle and with the ease of awkward coordination, Kroos' pants and shorts were on the floor as well. He was about to step out of the knot around his ankle when Harry spoke up,

"No doc, just like that."

"What?" Kroos raised up from untying his shoelace "but I--"

"Look pretty dumb, yeah. But this way there won't be any athletics from you, even if you do look kinda raunchy that way."

"At least the shoes."

"Good idea" Harry craned his neck towards Joel's panting on his left "c'mon bud, help the doc. Shoes and okay socks too."

"Shit..." Joel was more than happy to crouch down and help Kroos get out of first one shoe, the get the other untied and off. By the time both socks were off, Kroos could see Joel was in no hurry to stand up. But he was needed.

"Joel, sorry..." Kroos stood there a moment, looking down at his nakedness, then at the camera. He looked over to Smith running his fingers over the console with a great deal of impatience "but if you could get up and get Mister Beloies feet into the restraints--"

"Hey what for?"

"So you do not harm yourself. Of course" even naked Kroos was still maintaining some composure. Even if he looked clumsy sidling over to the console with his limited mobility "when you're ready."

Joel came up from his crouch, his head turned from the one-way mirror but not from the closer camera. Harry saw it at the same time as the lens,

"Whoa there bud..." Harry saw the front of Joel's sweaty stomach and then down to where his cock was sticking straight out "damn you weren't kidding about Joel Junior... or should I say Senior."

Joel was to embarrassed to say anything but got his feet into the stirrups, a bit surprised Harry was allowing him to do this. In the process he had Harry scoot down farther on the table, so his butt was almost at the end. Joel struggled to keep from bumping into his raised thighs with his cock as he finished with the restraints, Harry in position for the procedure he was bracing for with more eagerness than any of the others.

"FUCK" Harry leaned back as Kroos waddled back and reattached the electrodes to Harry's encircled cock "it's about time! You know how long I been waiting here to finally blow -- wait!" he tried to look down and see what Kroos was doing with his scrotum "now what--"

"Mr. Beloies" Kroos had a second leather attachment in his other hand which he was smearing with the gel "you came here tonight under false pretenses, looking for an outlet for your sexual urges" snapping the leather rings around the top of his balls "to fulfil you fantasies of sexual gratification" tugging the attachment into place and securing it with two clicks "well we are more than happy..." Kroos tugged up his white briefs and the pants, the snap and belt re-secured "but this is still our office and we do have a certain... protocol..."

"Hey wait! What! What are you--"

"... to follow, if you get my meaning."

Harry tried to kick and twist but came to realize he had set his own trap. Now he was secured in place and there was no escape. He expected the worst. What he got instead was almost more terrible. Nothing!

"Wait! what are you doing?" trying to look down at himself, expecting the sudden surge of electricity to his crotch. His chest electrodes were long discarded so he was expecting something more intense, more eye-popping to be coming from his genitals. But nothing!

"Funny doc!"

"What is?"

"That's the payback? I gotta lie here and nothing? No freaky experiments with sparks flying out of my dick? No inflatable cock this time? I just gotta... daaaaaaaamn!" he looked down and hell if it didn't look like there was the faintest bluish glow coming from the straps around his balls, and then maybe something in the shadows between his thighs "what the fuck is that?"

"Doctor Smith?" Kroos was punching numbers into the console and flipping several switches "you will want to observe this. You may have not seen this in prior tests."

"Is that the..." saying something neither Joel nor Harry could understand. But it didn't sound good. Joel almost shuddered knowing whatever they were doing, he was real glad he was not the one lying there with his crotch looking more and more like a neon beer sign.

"Daaaaaamn" Harry closed his eyes "daaaamn" feeling the pinpricks and hummings starting, first above his balls, then around the base of his cock. The familiar vibrations were a loud and insistent signal to his cock that it never blew its load before, not completely, reminding his genitals how good that tingling felt. His cock started filling and lifting.

"Is that always the effect?" Smith came around the console, ignoring the fact he was still bare-ass naked. He could have been in front of a thousand cameras for all the attention he was paying to them. All that mattered was seeing what was happening to Harry. Watching all of his years of planning and tinkering come to life in front of his eyes. Come to life and then some!

"Is this typical? Have you seen this before?"

"Only once or twice" Kroos hit two more buttons, then stepped away from the console "but usually in conjuction with other modalities so we were never able to --"

"What about him?" Smith nodded at Joel, trying to hide his front behind Harry and the table.

"What about him?" Kroos asked "you mean Joel?"

"Yes... has he ever..."

"Wait doc" Joel covered himself, an automatic reaction to the kick to his groin "you don't mean... me... that..."

"Very very interesting theory" Kroos went back to the counter, fishing another plastic-wrapped package from the drawer. He had it open and was bringing it towards Joel before Joel could see what it was. When he recognized it he panicked,

"No not me doc! Not one of those damn cock torture things!"

"Relax Joel" Kroos had it untangled and unsnapped in record time "it is not painful."

"Yeah but then you put the green shit on it and --"

"What?" Smith turned away from staring at Harry's steadily growing cock.

"He's referring to the experimental gel, the RL-20 gel."

"You have been using that as well? In conjunction with?"

"Yes, at times."

"But we only intended it to be used for situations where the patient... as we did that Sat--"

"No we have used it" Kroos signaled Smith not to say anymore "in... other situations. Especially in tandem with the electrodes."

"Well not on me! No way Kroos."

"Joel I assure you this will not be painful."

"Yeah that's what you said last time."

"Instead I believe you will experience something more than pleasurable."

"Then you do it! You use it!" looking at Kroos, then the ball of fur below Smith's belly "if it fits" he smirked. Smith didn't understand the slam, but Kroos did.

"That is NOT appropriate Joel! He is--"

"Or you!" Joel looked at Kroos' pants, the fly still unzipped "I know it'd fit you. And damn I would pay to see that!"

"I already have" Kroos looked at Smith and nodded.

"So what? That leaves me?" Joel felt his cock start to shrivel. Boner Boy was not happy about this.

"Yes Joel" Kroos motioned for Joel to step away from the table "as our technical assistant, yes."

"I swear..." but he stood there, not resisting as Kroos lubed up the strap and brought it to Joel's cock "but if this hurts, it coming off! I ain't tied up remember?"

"Oh it will not hurt. I assure you."

"Fine... but I'm adding this to my bill" Joel smirked, then felt his smile evaporate as the device snapped shut, trapping his cock in the frightening impliment. He was expecting the nasty tingling from the green gel -- Kroos would lie to him about that -- but no, just the tightness encircling his cock like a torniquet. Not painful, but very hard to ignore. When Kroos snapped a second set of electrodes to the contacts, he braced his hands on the side of the table. He was watching Harry for some signs of discomfort or better, arousal. But nothing. If he didn't notice the steady rising and falling of his smooth muscular chest, Joel would have guessed he had fallen asleep.

"So don't tell me I get the... daaaaaamn!" Joel reached down to grab the leather, feeling the surge of sensation coming from now-connected device "daaaaamn that feels like--"

"Don't touch it!" Kroos yelled but too late. Joel snapped his hand away from his crotch.

"Owww!" he put his hand to his mouth "that stung!"

"Don't touch it, unless you want a bad shock."

"But you said it wouldn't--"

"And it won't if you keep your hands away--"

"How the hell'm I supposed to do that when -- damn now MY dick's starting to glow!"

"Joel we may have to restrain--"

"Then do it damnit" Joel grabbed the side of the table, accidentally touching the metal bars. He received a second, slighter shock. He knew then to stay away from anything that might electrocute him!

When Smith came over with the cloth restraints, Joel took them from him, careful not to touch his bare flesh. Just his luck they'd both be zapped. Like the good assistant he was, Joel secured his own hands behind his back, looking down at himself as his cock started to fill out. And then the strap started to tighten more.

"Doc is it supposed to be this.... oh daaaammmnn...." Joel fell forward against the side of the table, his bare stomach smashing into the cotton-wrapped mat under Harry's butt "daaaaammnn..."

"Like that, don't ya?" Harry opened his eyes, looking over at Joel, almost pressed against his right thigh "yeah.... feels insane don't it?"

"Fuuuuckkk" Joel started shaking, his cock arching up. Before it hit something metal, he pressed it against the fabric, inches from Harry's asscheek.

"What are the readings?" Smith was hovering on the other side of Harry's midsection, watching both their crotches responding in unison to the progressing program.

"Four three, now four two, four one..." from Kroos hitting another button. The console began to hum louder as the feedback loop between the electrodes and console went into the next phase.

"Recording?"

"Yes" Kroos hit another button, a fourth display lighting up "but only from Patient Alpha."

"Not both?" Smith was hesistating between Harry and the machine "are you sure?"

"Not with this program I fear."

"No matter" Smith's face was hovering above Harry's crotch "this is..."

"Oh fuck oh fuck..." Joel was gasping, his cock now filled and hard as ever, the strap trapping the blood tightly in his swollen erection. And it kept filling and swelling, the entire length turning a deep bright red "fuck this is..." and Joel looked down as the head twitched and flared, a glob of pre-cum oozing out and down the shaft. Then another then a third, this one less clear "damn!" and with a great jerk, Joel's hips flew away from the table, his cock oozing a clump of cloudy white thick semen, hanging on the end then falling to the floor with a loud plop! "I'm cumming I'm cumming..."

"Four one, four, three nine" Kroos announced to Smith.

"But that's not right! They should be in the eights and increasing!"

"Watch!" Kroos pointed back at the table.

Harry had been lying still, his eyes squeezed shut, like he was losing the battle. As soon as he heard Joel's yells he let out a huge gasp and his cockhead doubled in girth, then a large glob of cum filled the slit and started rolling down the front. Followed by another, then another, until it was a slow steady oozing. Harry screamed and threw his head forward, his face in a tight grimace,

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh YEAH OH YEAH" over and over as his cock continued to pulse and ooze, pulse and ooze, the puddle sliding off the top of the straps, collecting in his smooth shaved pubic depression, thick white puddles growing and growing, then running down his left hip to the pad. Joel had his head down almost to his knees, the muscles in his ass clenching and unclenching, a steady plop plop plop as more and more of his cum splattered to the floor.

Kroos was reaching for the collection jars when the console beeped.

"What is wrong?" Smith stepped away from the table, his own cock now twice in width, sticking straight out of his forest of black hairs, his balls tight against his groin "what happened?"

"Override" Kroos checked the display briefly before bringing the containers to the table, handing one to Smith, "now careful when you..."

Doctor Smith scooped up a large amount of the white puddle before is soaked into the sheet beneath Harry's right hip. He brought it to his shaved crotch next, a slight shock at the contact with the wet skin. Harry gave a jump with the jolt,

"Hey!"

"Mr. Beloies do you think you can produce more orgasms?"

"What? More?"

"Yes" Kroos had scooped up Joel's puddle from the floor, easing him to his knees as he did "are you okay?" to Joel.

"Don't stop don't stop" was all he could mutter, crouching there, his body still rocking forward and back.

"Mr. Beloies?" Smith was back at his side, watching Harry's cock recovering from the first episode, observing carefully how it stayed rock hard, pointing straight up, showing no signs of subsiding.

"Fuck doc I ain't ever felt anything like this! I just blew and I feel like I'm gonna -- man!!" he threw his head back "mutherFUCK!!!! GAaahhhhh!!!" his hips were writhing and his cock red and throbbing.

"Doc you think we should discontinue?" Smith sounded concerned, but his hand was holding himself in a tight grip. His own orgasm was threatening to burst out very very soon.

"Harry you want us to stop?"

"Fuck gaaaahhhh nnnnnnoooo -- aaaahhhhhhh!" Harry threw his head back "more! Gimme MORE!"

"Joel you want to stop?"

"How... how... much more?"

"You may remove the attachment if--"

"No fuckin way!" Joel knew what he wanted to do, his throbbing cock almost leading the way. But they would stop him. Hell they HAD to stop him right? He found the pump container of lube and applied some to his hand, then thought better of that plan. He held the bottle over his crotch and after a two misses managed to get the end of his dick. Bomb's away, he gasped to himself. Before he caught the reaction of the two docs, or before he remembered what he was doing he stepped over to the end of the table, his cock aiming at Harry's spread legs. He thought he saw Harry lift his head to watch but he was paying attention to the endless throbbing and pulsing coming from his crotch, his cock being punished again and again by the current coming through those electrodes. He braced himself for the jolt and slammed his cock into Harry's crack. He swore he saw sparks!

Once his cockhead zapped into Harry's flesh, Joel guessed it would be a bad idea to break the contact and go through that all over again. He reached forward with his hands, grabbing Harry's thighs, seeing the expression on his face as he recovered from the shock, literally. But his cock slid up and down Harry's crack, lubed and warm, and before anyone tried to move, the head was pressed against Harry's hole. He was too absorbed in what the strap was doing to his balls and dick to put up much of a fight. With a steady pressure, Joel Junior slid into home.

"Joel no" Kroos was trying to adjust the console in reaction to Joel's recklessness "we don't know what--"

"Fuuuuccccck!!!!" from Harry as he felt the reinvasion into his sore butt "daaaaammnnnn!"

"Let the program continue" from Smith, risking a shock from his cock almost pressing into Harry's shoulder "we must see..."

"Then let me try.... this!" Kroos hit more buttons and the machine began a louder purring. That did it.

Harry felt it first, due to having two sets of straps on his most sensitive areas. The stimuli crested to an unbelievable level, then tapered off. Then cycled up and down, over and over, until both his stretched scrotum and shaft were swelling and relaxing in time. But Harry did no think of it as relaxing; instead, his cock started a repeat of before, a small bead of liquid forming at the slit with each wave of intensity. Over and over he burped, with Joel thrusting and backing off in the same cycle, subjected to the same currents coming from the machine. Joel knew he blew twice before he stopped trying to control what his dick was doing. When Harry started screaming and spasming all the muscles in his lower torso, Joel felt his entire crotch explode. The next thing he knew he was lying on the floor, knocked on his butt, a painful bruise where he landed.

Kroos was next to him, yanking the apparatus off his cock, his fingers jerking from the shocks before he had wires detached and the straps unsnapped. He helped Joel to his feet, his cock still oozing cum, smearing the side of Kroos' pants. They turned to find Harry coming down from his repeated orgasms. But what caught their eye was a splatter of cum alongside his cheek and neck. Smith was dancing back to the cameras, a towel to his groin.

"Now Mister Beloies..." Kroos came up to him, seeing if he was still conscious "have you a better idea of what you are involved in?"

"Damn..." Harry looked down at himself as best he could "what happened?"

"You experienced... well I would have to check the recording device... but somewhere in the vicinity of ten to twelve orgasms."

"What? That's impossible!"

"I agree" Kroos checked Harry's pulse after disconnecting his attachments "but you seem to have come though the tests in on piece."

"Damn enough! I've had enough. My dick feels like it's going to fall off me."

"Yes that is understandable" Kroos found a clean towel, and started to undo the evidence, or as much as he could, from Harry's front, after collecting enough specimens to fill almost an entire shelf in the refrigerator. Once Harry was breathing normally again, and looking like he might live, Kroos pointed Smith towards his clothes and Joel towards the door.

"What, that's it?" from Harry and Joel at the same time.

"Joel, have a shower and get dressed. When you have finished your work at the front desk, you may leave. And lock the door when you go."

"Doc... you sure?"

"Yes Joel, thank you. Good night" Kroos was back at the console, removing the cords.

"Me too. I'm finished too right?" Harry tried wiggling one arm free, but still no success.

"There is a certain matter we have... let's say, unresolved in the air" Kroos saw Smith back in his clothes more or less. He nodded at the cameras "you may turn them on again."

"What?" Harry tried to lift his head "you sayin--"

"Now Mister Beloies" Kroos came over to Harry, holding something small and plastic in his hand "we are still doing what we can to get to the root" he pulled the small clear plastic item from its wrapper. It looked like a small figure eight double loop, about the size of a credit card, made from some stretchy material. Before Harry could see what he was doing, he pulled his cock through one of the openings, working it down to the smooth shaved base. As Harry softened in his hands, he twisted the head of his cock backwards and slipped it through the second opening. When he was finished, Harry's cock was bent in half, the head pinned down between his balls.

"Owwwww!" Harry squirmed "get that off me!"

"It is not too tight I expect" Kroos tugged at the ring around the head, testing its elasticity "too painful?"

"Hell yeah! Get that off me now!"

"Not quite yet" Kroos went back to the drawers, producing a familiar metal probe "we need to do our last procedure. We are nothing if not thorough you will agree."

Smith aimed the cameras and set them both recording with a effortless flourish, almost smiling at Harry as he did. And Kroos wasted no time getting the probe lubed, this time with that horrible green gel, and before Harry had time to clench or buck, the tube was several inches inside him. After that it was only a moment or two before Kroos had the wires reconnected and the console humming its sing-song tune. With a few more gentle nudges the metal probe was delivering its pulses into Harry's prostate, relatively undamaged from Joel's short thrusts. Kroos made a mental note to redesign those leather straps so they did not inhibit the more penetrating thrusts. Or utilize someone with, let's say, more length to spare.

"Damnit no, no more!" Harry felt the vibrating and tingling against his prostate, driving him just this side of crazy "please no more no more" but for all the steady pulsings and prickly itchiness, and even when that knob deep inside him started spasming in time to the pulses, his cock stayed bend and soft. The double loop stretched enough to allow his cock to throb a bit, but not enough to fill. Hell, he didn't even know if it could after the beating it just took "okay okay I give I give!"

"It appears" Kroos watched the console as the program started to wind down "that this procedure is not producing the erectile response it is designed to solicit" he reached down and gave the plastic straps a tug "no we do not see full arousal. This is very disturbing Mister Beloies."

"Stop it already!"

"Well it appears you will have to return tomorrow evening--"

"What?"

"Yes perhaps after a night's rest and perhaps several high-protein meals, this condition may respond to further procedures."

"No way! I ain't doing it!"

"Very well..." Kroos looked over as the console quieted down, the program ended "we do not wish to aggrevate your... discomfort" and he slid the tube from Harry's stinging, stretched hole "now let us get you on your feet."

Harry was in little condition to either help or hinder Kroos' efforts to get him untied. Once the straps were off, he eased Harry to a sitting position, then poured him to his feet, steadying him to prevent him from collapsing in a heap to the floor.

"Oh doctor Smith I almost forgot" Kroos held Harry in a tight embrace to keep him vertical "could you stop recording now? I believe our patient's exam is concluded."

"Very well" and Smith made a grand gesture of turning off both cameras.

"You're gonna regret this" Harry slurred, his feet going every way but where he intended "this was... this was rape!"

"Now let me help you to the shower."

"Forget the damn shower, I'm outa here!"

Kroos helped him collect his clothes, Harry safely deposited into the nearest chair. He made several attempts to pull the restraint off his cock, which only made it worse. After Kroos piled Harry's clothes neatly next to him on the counter, he re-examined the strap, and once it was back in place, fished a small metal snap from his pocket. With Harry watching and too exhausted to fight Kroos snapped two small extensions on the rings together with a small ping!

"Hey... why...?"

"Now Mister Beloies" Kroos went over to the first camera, removing the cassette. When the second was removed as well he piled them atop Harry's mound of clothes "as we agreed you retain copies of your... examination tonight--"

"But!"

"Furthermore" Kroos looked at Smith who was busy removing cassettes from the console "you will want to have this" giving the plastic loop a tug "removed at the soonest opportunity I would imagine, correct? I strongly suggest not to remove it yourself. If you try to remove it, or cut it with scissors... well let us say the emergency room technician would not be convinced with your explanation. And the scars would be... very unflattering you agree?"

"Damn you get this off me!"

"All in good time" Kroos went to the draw and fished out a business card "tomorrow night, this address, let us say seven o'clock?"

"What!?!?!" Harry wobbled to his feet "tomorrow? night? I can't--"

"You can I assure you. The plastic sheath will not do any damage in that time. You will be able to continue your normal activities, and urinating will not be a problem, albeit a bit messy. I would refrain from any... sexual gratification in the meantime however."

"Damnit no way I can--"

"Very good we have our deal. Tomorrow night at that address and we remove your... strap. Until then don't forget these" tapping the two cassettes "and we look forward to seeing you then" and before Harry could do more, Kroos picked up his lab coat and left the room.