The Exam

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

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

And now back to our regular scheduled program...

Chapter 93

Sunday August 11 continued

"So why did they alert the masters by starting with the servants?

Reluctantly, he recognizes a procedure frequently used by his own

department, known as 'shaking the tree.' They intended to alert the

masters, hoping to scare them into precipitate, ill-advised action."

William Burroughs, The Western Lands

"Kroos we got company!"

"Daaaaaaaamn!" Jimmy levitated about two feet, his briefs yanked up as he came down, two seconds to spare. At the same time he took in the panic on Billy's face "NO! Not the cops! NO! Don't tell my dad!" came out in a hailstorm of consonants "not now fuck!"

"Doc?" Chief Connors gestured for Kroos to follow him out to the hallway. Once they were in relative privacy Kroos snapped,

"What is it? Who is here?"

"Someone you know, we both know."

"Who?" Kroos wanted to grab Harry by the shoulders and shake it all out of him "what is the meaning--"

"One of my men found him lurking around in the parking lot. One of my men who doesn't understand the meaning of the order 'dismissed' it seems."

"Who?"

"Officer Larson."

"No I mean whom did he find downstairs? Was it--"

"A friend of ours -- friend of yours from last night. Your ex-con friend with all the tattoos?"

"You mean Rocko. Is he here?" Kroos started down the hallway towards the reception room door, not expecting Harry to stop him.

Kroos was through the door and as predicted there stood Officer Larson and Rocko, both competing for the "guiltier than thou" grand prize. But when Harry started laying into Larson instead, Rocko wiped his forehead.

"What are you doing here?" Kroos looked at Rocko. He almost asked, should you be in jail?

"Hey doc..." Rocko tried to recover some semblance of composure once Larson released the grip on his wrist. Kroos almost expected to see handcuffs there.

"Rocko what is going on? Is there a problem?" more than the colossal one we are all experiencing?

"Doc... I... er..." looking at the two policemen "maybe this is a bad time."

"For what?" Harry snapped a few more words at Larson, sending him packing "didn't you get enough last night?"

"Enough what?"

"Y'know..." Harry sneered "of the doc here. You wanted to come back for sloppy seconds?"

"Hey..." but Rocko had enough of challenging cops for one weekend "it ain't like that."

"What Rocko is trying to explain" Kroos came between them "is that we discussed an appointment today to get tests for certain... medical conditions."

"Yeah I already saw your 'medical condition' last night" Harry jerked his chin at Rocko's crotch "so I suppose you're out on recognition as well right?"

"No I'm out on fuckin bail okay?" he glared at Kroos, not daring to do the same at Harry "someone made my bail about eleven this morning. Don't know and not asking. All I know if my parole board's gonna take a real dim view of all of this."

"But that was several years past" Harry added to Kroos "yeah we been keeping our eye on this one. His parole ended two years ago but we're..."

"Chief Connors here and his boys in blue been keeping a close eye on me all right" he went for the door "so all the fun and games yesterday was a breath of fresh air y'might say. But it looks like you're kinda busy doc, another time."

"No Rocko please stay" Kroos gave Harry a hard look "we can fit you in as soon as I finish with my present patient. Let us say ten to fifteen minutes?"

"Fine I'll wait" he let go of his death grip on the doorknob, easing towards the chairs "ain't got a whole lotta options right now."

"If you could come with me a moment" Kroos steered Harry out of the reception area and back to the hallway. Even Rocko could see Kroos was pissed or tired or both.

"What is going on here Harry?" Kroos almost flattened him against the wall "first you arrest half the town. Then you release half the town. Do you have any idea what kind of panic--"

"I have a real good idea" Harry pushed back "and that's why my orders are to get as many as I could out of lockup as soon as I could."

"Are you posting their bail? Is Guenthers?"

"No..." Harry lowered his voice "and I am not asking. You got my meaning Kroos? Or do I gotta spell it out crystal clear?"

"I... understand..." Kroos went back to the reception door "just a moment..." and he found Rocko sitting there, looking like the class delinquent cooling his heals in the principal's office.

"Wait up..." and Harry joined him as well.

"Shit! That was close!" Jimmy pried open the door, glancing down the hallway.

"Let's go back before they notice where we are" and Billy led him back down the hallway and back into the main exam room. Once they were there, Jimmy started looking very uncomfortable.

"Why y'actin so jumpy? They didn't catch us in the observation room okay?"

"That ain't it" Jimmy looked at the door "I gotta take a major leak, where's the john?"

"Can't do that" Billy went over to the tray, producing the plastic cup and the large jug "gotta piss in these."

"Yeah right..."

"Seriously. Piss in the jug first, then stop and piss some in the little plastic thing. Then finish in the jug. If y'need a second jug -- "

"Like I'm gonna take a piss with you standing there" but he took the items from Billy's hands.

"Dude after last night, piss shy is the least of your worries okay?" Billy pointed at the screen "go back there is y'think I'm gonna be pervin on yer stuff okay?"

"But..." looking at the mirror, a bad habit hard to break.

"Shit Jimmy there's nobody there we just checked okay? No thousands of faces staring at yer weenie okay?"

"Hey watch it!" talk about hitting a nerve.

"Don't mean anything by it okay?" Billy went to the wall, facing it "I won't peek okay?"

"Herms you are like one weird dude" but Jimmy was behind the screen in a flash. In seconds Billy heard the loud splattering echo through the room. Soon Jimmy returned with both specimen cup and jug full to the brim "get rid of these before they stink up the place."

"I'm the weird dude?" Billy took the specimen container, labeled it and put it in the other refrigerator, as he did the jug.

"Yeah, why?"

"You callin me weird? I ain't the one seeing ghosts behind every mirror."

"Damn I swear there were people back there!"

"Considering the show you puttin on I wouldn't blame them" nodding at Jimmy's state of undress. All he was wearing was his briefs, his large smooth belly hanging over the waistband. Billy took a moment to make sure Jimmy saw him give his front a good up-and-down "you sure showin a whole lotta skin there Jimmy."

"Knock it off" he sat back down on the exam table, bending forward enough to covering his crotch "okay?"

"You call me weird? First you want me t'leave, then you don't mind me stayin. Now you're all weird you're showing wood like it's a big thing--"

"Fuck YOU!" Jimmy flew off the table, proving Billy's observation correct. The piss-stained fly of his briefs was protruding forward several inches, the head plain as day.

"Sorry I didn't mean it that way okay?" Billy sat down on his favorite chair "look maybe the doc has a treatment for that. Not like there's a big demand for -- "

"For what, asshole?"

"Just because your dick's still growing doesn't mean you're like a freak okay?"

"I'm gonna kill you bastard--"

"Save yourself the bother" Billy raised his hands surrendering "if we don't go to camp tomorrow we're both dead meat, remember?"

"I mean it Herms!"

"Okay okay, sore topic, I got it okay?"

"You tell anybody about--"

"Relax will you!" Billy went to one of the drawers, and tossed a towel at Jimmy "here!"

"Thanks I guess" Jimmy grabbed the towel and just like that pulled down his underwear, not bothering to turn away from Billy's gaze, almost daring him to make a comment. He made sure Billy got a real good look this time before he tugged the towel around his big waist "damn..." kicking the stained briefs away to the corner. When he saw Billy stand up and get them he yelled at him to cut it out. But Billy stood there, holding his briefs like it was no big thing. But when Jimmy noticed the front of Billy's shorts giving a tug or two forward he really got upset,

"Dude are you fuckin nuts?"

"Me? Now why?" Billy put the briefs away with the rest of Jimmy's clothes.

"One, you touchin another guy's skanky undies... and shit Billy!... you gonna pretend that shit don't turn you on?"

"Shit..." Billy reached down and adjusted himself, admitting he was a bit boned "guess it's just like contagious or shit."

"Bull!"

"I see you running around bareass naked, waving your dick -- your healthy hard dick! -- in my face. What you expect me to do?"

"Dude... that's like... y'know... totally gay okay!"

"And last night wasn't?"

"Do me one huge favor and don't remind me about that okay?"

"So what happened? You really stayed in the audience the whole time... I mean until...?"

"Until the entire police department showed up y'mean? Yeah, I was doing everything I could just t'sit my fat ass there trying not to be noticed. Especially by those two mobsters who seemed to be running the whole event."

"Jimmy..." Billy came over and sat down next to him. At first he thought Billy was do something stupid like grab him under the towel but when he saw Billy scribbling something on a piece of paper he gave Billy a weird look "hell no!" he answered to Billy's written question: they there when the cops show?

"Don't think so" Jimmy answered to Billy's second question: you see where they go?

"Fuck no, I thought you..." to Billy's frantic scrawl: you know who they are?

"Wasn't planning on it" after Billy wrote: don't talk about them to anybody! "why?"

"Just don't okay?"

"Shit okay, I got it."

"So who were sitting by?" Billy tore up the paper into small bits and put them in his pants pocket.

"Just some guys" whispering "we can talk now?"

"Maybe..." Billy nodded at the mirror "which guys?"

"Dunno... some older guy I never saw before and then they made me move."

"Why? You do somethin stupid like grab somebody in the nuts?" elbowing him like it was too funny to imagine.

"Damnit, don't you know what that made us do?"

"Whatdya mean 'made ya'? You weren't even on stage, mister I-got-a-green-ball!"

"Don't remind me! I thought I would curl up and die if I had to go up there!"

"Will you stop driving yourself crazy about the dick thing? It's gonna give ya a complex or shit if you don't--"

"Easy for you" Jimmy bit his lip turning away "up on the stage waving your meat around. You're as bad as Brainless and his pal Mutt. Man talk about a couple of total fags--"

"Don't ever let Kroos hear you say that word, okay? You can call me any name y'want, I've learned to get over it. But Kroos will make you sorry you ever talked that kinda bullshit okay?" Billy winked and jabbed him again in his fleshy side "besides, if you got your rectal exam coming up, now's not the time to tick him off okay?"

"Bull shit!!" Jimmy jabbed him back, not looking scared in the least "I mean... shit... he wouldn't... y'know..."

"Wouldn't what?" he wiggled his fingers in the air "what?"

"Y'know..." looking around the room whispering "buttfuck...?"

"Only if he likes ya..." Billy chuckled, following the jab with a pinch this time "but now y'mention it, he does kinda hardon for you big fat football players!"

"Asshole!" Jimmy jumped up, trying to get his hands on Billy who was three steps ahead. He was too busy trying to sock him one to notice he lost the towel somewhere in the process. The two of them were trying to cream each other, more play-acting than serious with each passing moment, and of course that was the time Kroos and Harry chose to come through the door.

"What the hell?!?!" Harry yelled, seeing a naked and very aroused Jimmy, trying to get his hands around the neck of an equally tented, but still clothed Billy, both of them exchanging a slew of unintelligible insults "what is going on here?"

"Billy what is all this?" Kroos tried to hide his grin "stop whatever it is you are doing and get our patient a gown. Can you at least do that without causing any more difficulties?"

"Yes sir doc..." Billy broke away with a silly grin "but he started it!" dodging the punch to his shoulder. But he could not blame Jimmy for having lousy aim, considering he was half-bunched over, trying to hide his naked crotch from these two. He was too flustered and red to say more than "b-b-b-b-b-b...."

"Maybe I should ask you to stay" Kroos turned back to Harry "if for no other reason than to bring a certain sense of order to all this."

"Doc!!!!!" Jimmy gasped, grabbing the towel and the tossed gown with either hand, his wide behind to most of them "knock it off!"

"So I believe we are almost finished with your examination Jimmy" Kroos picked up the clipboard again, glancing to see if Harry would leave "all we need is your urine specimen."

"Got that already" Billy tried to straighten his clothes, tucking in his shirt, ignoring his protruding pants hoping they would as well "in the frig, labeled and everything."

"Did you?" Kroos went to the refrigerator, checking the label, then noting the volume in the jug, jotting notes as he did "so it would appear."

"Do you always produce so much urine?"

"Doc!" nodding at Harry.

"Could you check on our other patient?"

"What? What other patient?" Jimmy was back in panic mode "here? Now?"

"Yes here... but not this moment all right?" nodding at Harry to leave.

"Who is it?" Billy asked innocently enough.

"Gentleman from... last night" Kroos let out a sigh.

"Who? Which one?" Jimmy was doing mental sommersaults trying to remember half those guys.

"One of the guys from the audience?"

"No... someone else" Kroos went to the clipboard making his final notes "but that is not our concern right now. Right now you and I need to discuss an exercise and diet regimen for your upcoming season. Billy?"

"Yeah okay... I'm leaving" Billy nodded at the box of rubber gloves "forgetting something?" and gave the wiggling fingers gesture to Jimmy as he left the room. Jimmy wanted to throw something heavy and lethal at his departing head.

"I did almost forget that part" Kroos picked up the box from the floor and put two gloves on "now, if you could stand a moment?"

Jimmy eased himself off the table, knowing he had to get this part over with. After all the excitement of the previous night, blowing one, no two loads? then all the bullshit with the cops and his dad, Jimmy could not understand why his dick would not go down! And in some goddamn smelly doctor's office on top of it? Maybe Billy was right; maybe he was the weird one now.

"Well I won't ask if you have difficulty urinating, do you always have such a large volume?"

"Hell no... I don't think so anyways."

"Pain? Swelling?" Jimmy gave a jump when he felt Kroos' gloved hand make contact with his balls. He was too busy coughing ahead of cue to answer any questions so he he just stood there, coughing and shaking his head no, hoping that would make his dick go down. When he felt Kroos' hand on his rock-hard dick sticking straight out, he stopped coughing. Hell he stopped breathing. Kroos noticed his face turning red, then blue, and ordered him to start breathing again. When Kroos' fingers traced the outline of his circumcision scar around the shaft, Jimmy's thoughts leapfrogged back to the previous night, remembering that hand on his dick, that red-haired guy with the nearly identical semi-embarrassing stub of a dick like Jimmy's, the guy who thought Jimmy was this totally amazing to-die-for stud. Then he remembered the other guy, the guy on his left, that mysterious John guy who put him up to the stunt of switching shorts with his red-haired, micro-dicked clone. And as soon as Jimmy remembered that scenario his dick swelled and burped out a glob of clear goo. Jimmy moaned and grabbed himself while Kroos smeared some of the precum on a slide, then cleaned more with a sterile swab for good measure.

"You are very highly aroused today" Kroos asked without asking "and yet you were present last night..."

"Okay I was there."

"And you did not... well... you experienced no sexual gratification last night?"

"What?!?!" what are you asking me doc?

"You did not... you experienced no orgasms?"

"Damn..." but the words of that John guy were still ringing in Jimmy's ears "shit maybe. Maybe I came like once..." seeing Kroos' eyebrow raise" okay twice okay?"

"You had two orgasms as recently as last night and yet you are so aroused, and so easily stimulated" Kroos explored until he found the tube of gel. He did not know if there were any of the tubes of the experimental green substance left even if he wanted one "does this have something to do with what you and Billy were doing earlier? In our absence?"

"What? We weren't doin shit!"

"And yet you were both aroused, you both had erections when Harry -- I mean Mister Connors and I returned."

"No I didn't..." automatic reflex "and even if I did" Jimmy added bitterly "like you could fuckin tell right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look at this doc! I'm probably like y'know the smallest guy you like ever saw okay?"

"Well actually that's not true."

"What, you have little kids in here?"

"No... I mean there are adults who have less... I mean there are some smaller than you, even when fully erect."

"Bull shit!"

"I am a doctor; I would not lie" Kroos put down the tube, looking at Jimmy closely "especially about something as important as this. Because Jimmy I believe this is something that is very important to you, a major concern, is it not?"

"Fuck..." looking away "okay so I swear alot, y'gonna tell my dad?"

"Everything here is confidential I assure you."

"Yeah" yeah right! Jimmy almost said, like Billy already warned me about this place, more full of bugs than a roach motel! Even that thought didn't kill his bone "I get the record for the world's tiniest dick, y'don't gotta lie okay?"

"I had a patient in just last month, an adult! with a penis approximately the same size as yours."

"Red haired guy? Big beer gut like mine?" shaking it for emphasis.

"Perhaps..." Kroos came over and put his hand on Jimmy's knee, not sure the reaction "but who he was or is that is not the issue. I believe the issue here..." nodding at Jimmy's fat red head, continuing to burp precum like crazy "is a young man very very preoccupied with the fear he is not adequate in the area most important to young men his age. Am I correct?"

"I dunno..."

"And I would wager a guess that this young man began to gain weight at a rapid rate when he reached puberty, and when he realized he was not developing at the same rate as his fellow classmates. And I guess that his concerns about being overweight... and staying overweight have their root in this" resting his hand in Jimmy's naked lap. Jimmy was not hearing all of the words, only those that stung the most.

"Look! I'm just a fat kid with a small dick okay?" shit did I really say that?

"Which we can treat."

"I just have a small dick because I'm fat okay? Okay?" what did he just say?

"Are you sure you do not have it the wrong way around? You have a weight issue as a result, not as a cause of your genital development?"

"What?" making matters worse was this hand in my crotch! Doc, unless y'want me creamin all over you, better move the hand! "what did you say?"

"Do you think your weight issues are not due to how you feel about--"

"No not that! I mean about treating me. You can give me pills for the weight, but you can't gimme pills to grow a normal dick!"

"Yes Jimmy we are going to start you on a controlled diet and exercise regimen. And yes there are medications which you can take, even during your athletic season. Primarily vitamins, but no! I will not be prescribing any form of amphetemines or performance-enhancing substances, is that clear?"

"Doc I ain't talking about that! I mean you can do something... about this?" replacing Kroos' hand on his dick with his own. It felt less stimulating, by a hair maybe.

"First we need to address the weight issue. You understand there are long range concerns and dangers to your health such as hypertension and stroke, not to mention diabetes --"

"Yeah yeah okay that too" but Jimmy had his teeth in it now and would not let go "but I'm more concerned about my 'issues' right now, not twenty years from now, okay? And right now my main issue is this!" giving it a good shake in the doc's face "what can you do about this?"

"Well with diet and exercise --"

"How much more I gotta exercise this?" Jimmy smirked "cause it gets a real workout already! Shit I can't believe I'm talking to you like this! You must think I'm the biggest pervert!"

"Well Jimmy you are big" Kroos picked up the tube again "but if everything works out, you will be much trimmer soon."

"Fuck trim! I want... well you know what I want."

"But I imagine it would not include this" Kroos did his best imitation of Billy's wiggling fingers. Jimmy moaned,

"You're right doc, it does NOT include that okay?" but Jimmy rolled over onto his stomach, smashing his dick headfirst into the hard cool surface of the table for his troubles. He lifted his butt off the table just as Kroos' hand found his crack. Shit he had to get it over with fast, so he spread his knees and lifted up another few inches. When he felt the icy cold finger find his hole he moaned and shuddered, hoping the doc would just get it the fuck over with! When it started slipping in Jimmy let out a loud "ouch!"

"Does that hurt?"

"Shit of course it hurts!" Jimmy grunted, trying to adjust to the foreign pressure inside him. When he felt the finger start to work its way around inside him he felt tears forminng "just hurry okay?"

"Does this hurt?" Kroos' finger pressed in another inch or two. Jimmy gasped,

"Damn straight it does! Damnit doc!"

"I am sorry, how about here?" the finger moved another two feet in.

"Yeah! There too! Okay?"

"Do you have difficulty... passing...?"

"NO! Taking a shit don't hurt! Having someone shove their... sorry..." the details of last night came flooding back. And with it those words of that John guy. Well he was right in part; Jimmy could never have said or done half this stuff before yesterday. So yeah he was right; Jimmy was losing a lot of his inhibitions about all thise issues, but his new-found bravado was taking shape in ways and directions he was not expecting.

"Sorry?"

"I mean... the comment about shoving things in... just sorry" like Jimmy really wanted to tick him off right now. Billy was right; you don't want the doc pissed when he has his finger up your butthole.

"Why should you be sorry?"

"I just am okay? I didn't mean shit..."

"We might need to do a more thorough examination today... a protoscope might tell us about your tightness--"

"No doc!" Jimmy was flat on his back as soon as the finger was out of him "not that please!"

"But we need to see if there are any reasons for your constricted--"

"I'm just tight okay?" uptight is more like it! Especially when it comes to that okay? "can't some guys just be tight back there?"

"Yes of course" Kroos unsnapped the gloves then started removing some metal items from a drawer. It looked to Jimmy like something the DEA would use to break down a door! No way would half of that would fit inside him!

"C'MON! doc, no way you intend to..." Jimmy was too freaked even to finish the thought. A finger up his butt was one thing, but something the size of bazooka was another.

"I assure this will not hurt."

"It'll hurt like hell who are you kidding!" Jimmy decided to go for broke. There would be no more exam so he could take the risk "look doc, I ain't like you okay? I can't take things up my butt like you could last night! That thing -- that plug? Man if I tried that I would be walking funny for a month -- if I was even walking again! Talk about putting somebody in the hospital for the rest of the season! Look doc I gotta play football this year okay? And I can't do that if my ass's been ripped in half okay? Okay?"

Jimmy sat there panting for air. He could not believe he got it all out, he said all those things. He expected Kroos to start screaming, or deck him, or worse. Instead, the good doctor stood there, a thoughtful expression on his face. Or was it pure fatigue?

"Sorry doc, I didn't mean that stuff. I don't know how you did what you did, or why or anything. All I know is that... damnit doc, are you like superman or something? I mean how could you take all those dicks and still -- shit I'm sorry okay? I'm just a stupid punk kid with a big mouth... and a big gut. Just gimme some pills and we call it even okay?"

"No" Kroos picked up the devices again "I will not give you those kind of pills. Not today not ever. Today we are going to finish your exam -- "

"Exam's finished" Jimmy tried to raise himself off the table and made it about a half foot before Kroos' muscled arm convinced him his leverage was much greater than Jimmy's. Jimmy fell back with a great gush of air.

"No Mister Guenther it is not. Now again I need you on your stomach. Now Mister Guenther!"

Jimmy turned over slowly, his eyes on the door praying Billy would burst through at any second. Even Chief Connors, anybody! Just not this! He just knew he would be crippled for life if this happened. But when he felt that finger at his hole again, still greased and none the worse for wear, he started thinking. Shit, why am I doing all this fuckin thinking? And now with some guy's finger up my chute? Well maybe I do sit on my brain like my dad says! Yeah like he ain't the biggest ass, ouch! Jimmy felt a second finger worm its way into him.

"You trying to kill me?"

"You must relax, relax and squeeze out" Kroos' third giant finger started to smear more clear lube around and then into Jimmy's tightening sphincter. Soon it was a pitched battle. Could Jimmy tighten more or could Kroos loosen more. After several hours Jimmy realized he was losing. That's when he felt that funny feeling inside him.

"Doc!!!!"

"What? Did I hurt you?"

"No! What did you touch???" like he never felt anything like that, ever "it's like you zapped me, like some electric shock!"

"This..." Kroos' finger found that spot again "this is your prostate... here!" and his finger started a slow rubbing motion.

"Stop!"

"Did it hurt?"

"Fuck no -- I mean yeah -- I mean what IS that?"

"I explained to you, that is your prostate. Every male --"

"Well don't do that again! It feels like I could pop a load or something!"

"Yes... it can be very stimulating for some..." Kroos withdrew his fingers "and can lead to orgasm..."

Then it hit Jimmy like a mack truck! Dudes like that! Dudes stick shit up there, or let guys stick their bones up there... cause it feels good! It feels good enough to blow your jizz! Was this some big secret? Why didn't anybody tell anybody about this? Oh yeah... they did, Jimmy laughed to himself. But the guys who know about this are all fags. Like the guy giving him a nice massage to his fuckhole -- I mean shithole! Dude, where did that come from? Jimmy rolled onto his back fast. Did I just think that?

Shit, after all I saw last night is it any wonder? But how would that really feel? Like Kroos last night, taking a guy's dick -- a really really big dick! -- up his behind? Jimmy looked at what Kroos was lubing and told himself: shit looks like I'm about to find out!

"Doc... I mean we really gotta do that? I mean that's really necessary?"

"I am afraid so Jimmy. We need to see if there are any physical complications which may need treatment" he had everything ready and was double-checking the contents of the tray "now I need you on your back, yes further down on the table towards me, yes that is correct. Now I need you to lift your knees and keep your legs apart. This will not hurt unless you tighten your sphincter more than necessary. Very well now take a deep breath and when I say 'now' exhale a much as possible. Take a deep breath" Kroos brought the tube to Jimmy's hole and applied the slightest pressure "hold it... hold it" the lubed end began to ease the ring open "now!" and Jimmy gasped out his lungful of air as he felt the cold metal baseball bat force its way past his resistance. Before he had time to clamp down it was inside him. He wanted to protest and buck that thing out of him but Kroos' gloved hands were on Jimmy's knees holding him in place. Tears started pouring down his face with the outrage, his most private spot violated by this metal monster, and when he thought he would burst something he felt the doc start to move it around inside him. And when he thought he had a handle on the pain it hit that thing inside him again, an electric tingle where the doc's fingers had massaged him earlier.

"Doc no, that's that spot again. Please!"

"Does this hurt?"

"Doc please..." Jimmy started whimpering, glad no one was here to witness him break down like a big baby. Like a big Baby Huey, he reminded himself. He was too concerned with how this must look when the doc interrupted his thoughts.

"Now lie very still. I am removing the inner tube so I can get a better look at --"

"Inside? You're gonna look inside? There?"

Kroos explained the simple mechanics as the inner sleeve was removed and replaced by the small lighted device. Kroos crouched down and began a slow exploration of Jimmy's chute, trying to take notes with one hand.

"I am afraid I cannot do this unassisted."

"Wha... what?" Jimmy had his eyes clenched tight, concentrating on the impossible sensations coming from deep inside him. For someone who had never felt anything inside him before, this was all too much to handle "wha...?"

"I will need Billy to help me... if that is all right with you?"

"Here... now?"

"Unless you have any objections?"

"Damn..." Jimmy knew Herms already saw him naked, even boned a bit, and didn't say a word. Shit if he really worked here he musta seen a whole lot worse than this right? Besides, the thought of grossing out the kid had a certain appeal. And the sight of someone with a baseball bat up their butt was at the top of his gross-out list "if ya think ya... y'know hafta then... I guess..."

Kroos went over to the intercom and buzzed the front desk. Billy was through the door in a flash.

"Doc? Everything okay? You -- sorry Jimmy y'want me t'leave?"

"Doc needs ya..." Jimmy kept his eyes shut, well cracked enough to see Herms' expression. It was not as shocked as he wanted, but he would settle for what he got "t'help him with somethin... right doc?"

"Billy I need your hands to hold this steady while I finish -- no you will need gloves. Yes thank you" and Billy threw on some gloves then took a hold of the device half-in half-out of Jimmy's greased asshole. To keep a good grip on it, and to make sure the big guy did not tumble off the end of the table, Billy slammed his shoulder against Jimmy's thighs, his free hand coming to rest against Jimmy's tight scrotum. After he gave out a few outraged grunts and yells Jimmy settled back grabbing the sides of the table as the paper sheet started ripping and sliding under his wide back.

"Yes Billy keep him like that while I..." Kroos went back to peering through the proctoscope, taking notes with his freed hand. Meanwhile Billy's free hand began to graze the underside of Jimmy's balls, feeling them wrinkle and wriggle under his fingers.

"Hey..." Jimmy grunted several times, not sure if he was feeling something against his nads or not "you gotta...?"

"Relax..." Billy caught his squinting gaze "doc'll be finished soon. Keeps ya from thinkin about what he's doin right?" and Billy's fingers started a subtle stroking of Jimmy's balls. His grunts became moans in no time. When Billy expanded the area of stroking to include Jimmy's rapidly filling dick he knew Baby Huey was past the pain "feel better now?"

"Damn..." Jimmy started to squirm as Billy's fingers began to graze his dick more often. When he felt himself boning he knew Billy would yank his hand away, annoyed or grossed by Jimmy's reaction. But Billy's fingers gave no indication of surprise or disgust, neither did their manipulations grow more intense. But even those slight, almost absent-minded grazes were starting to drive Jimmy crazy "stop!"

"What? Oh sorry..." Billy moved his hand back to Jimmy's thigh as he readjusted his shoulder "didn't realize... y'know... sorry."

"There... that should be all..." Kroos finished the last notes, then made a few adjustments to the device. Jimmy felt it shrink inside him and before he could adjust to that, it was sliding out of him, a gush of cold air blowing inside his hole as he tightened and gripped down, but not before a small fart escaped.

"Fuck!" Jimmy bucked, trying to kick Billy away, but not before he gave a small chuckle.

"No sweat, it happens" Billy waved his hand in the air, then punched Jimmy in his large heavy shoulder "just don't make a habit of it okay? We don't wanna kill the next patient who comes in here okay?"

"Damn..." Jimmy looked around for something to cover his nakedness, but Billy was already throwing a gown at him "thanks... I guess."

"You guess? You guess?" Billy got the gloves off and started to leave "dude almost blows a load and all he says is 'I guess'? Doc, maybe I'm losing my touch" Billy gave the wiggling fingers gesture to Kroos. Kroos smiled but Jimmy was busy blushing and covering up.

"Am I finally finished now?" Jimmy swung his big girth around until he was hanging off the side of the table "Billy where'd ya put my clothes?"

"In the cabinet there" Billy's hand on the door "doc you need me-"

"Billy could you show Mister Guenther where the facilities are, in case he would like to clean up before getting dressed?"

"Shit not a bad idea" Jimmy sniffed himself "I can't go home like this" then it hit him. Home? Did he really want to go home? Back to the police and lawyers and god-knows-who-else swarming all over his house right now? "doc how long before you run those tests... I mean before I know if I can..."

"Unless we have any unusual findings from your blood tests" Kroos shrugged "I see no reason you cannot--"

"YES!!" Jimmy pumped his fists in the air then hi-fived Billy almost knocking him against the half-open door.

"See? I told ya you'd live!" Billy could not help smile at Jimmy's relief "now follow me if y'know what's good for ya?"

"Fine..." and the two were waddling and tip-toeing respectively down the hall towards the shower area. Billy was through the door first and turning on the first, then then two more shower heads before turning to see Jimmy's shocked expression.

"Dude y'trying t'tell me somethin?"

"What?"

"I'm that dirty or somethin? Why so many... you ain't takin a shower too? Or we expecting company?" looking around for the hidden cameras. Billy noticed the movement,

"We can talk now" Billy did not lower his voice, neither did he keep looking over his shoulder as was his habit in the exam room "what happened?"

"Whadya mean 'what happened'? You were the one playin with my dick when the doc--"

"Shit not then! I mean last night! What happened? When the swat teams came busting down the doors?"

"Shit you were there..." Jimmy checked the second nozzle and jumped underneath the spray as soon it he felt it was not icy cold "remember? Or all this kinky shit fryin your brain!"

"Like you're one to talk! Weren't you out in the audience trading blowjobs with--"

"Fuck you!" Jimmy tried to douse him but Billy was as fast as he was nosy "we weren't tradin no fuckin blowjobs!"

"Yeah right!"

"I wish..." Jimmy felt himself blush then turned his face under the spray "forget it okay?"

"Forget you were trading blowjobs, or forget you said it?"

"Like I said, all that was going on was... just forget it okay?"

"Look Guenther it's like this! No look at me this is serious okay? No more bullshit! I don't give a fuck about all the minnow-crapper bullshit okay? We got much bigger and much more serious shit t'deal with now okay?"

"Like all of us gettin busted with our pants down?"

"Bigger okay?"

"Shit..." Jimmy stepped out of the spray turning off the spigot.

"No! Leave it on" Billy reached behind him and turned it on again. As he did he turned two of the unused nozzles to HOT for good measure.

"Why you... hey!" jumping away from the scalding stream near him "y'trying to kill me?"

"It fogs up those..." Billy nodded at the air vents in the ceiling "and the noise drowns out the speakers."

"What?"

"I told ya... this whole place is being monitored okay?"

"By the cops?"

"Probably them too now" and Billy gave him a short edited history of all he knew. Twenty-five words or less. Jimmy stood there unconcerned about his nakedness or his genitals for the first time in his life. His only worry was looking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open, his shock turning to anger with each word from Billy's mouth.

"No... no!... NO! I mean... Billy that's--"

"Now y'gettin the picture Guenther? Now y'realize why this whole minnow-crapper thing is like kindergarten shit compared to what--"

"We gotta DO somethin!"

"Like what? Tell your dad? Tell the cops?" Billy nodded at the vents again "c'mon figure it out! Harry Connors, fuckin Chief of fuckin Police is like on the other side of the door right now talkin with Kroos okay? Okay?!?!"

"Y'mean they're all in on it?"

"Sure as shit looks that way don't it!" Billy looked down at himself, his clothes wet and almost transparent "so right now we gotta figure out what we gotta do--"

"I know what I gotta do" Jimmy jumped towards the door "I gotta get my ass outa here!"

"And go where? Home?"

"Well..." he stood there, his hand on the door handle "maybe..."

"Right now the first thing y'gotta do is clean that green shit outa your butt before..."

"What green shit?"

"That green lube the doc used when he... y'know did your proctoscope..."

"He didn't use any... Billy what green shit?"

"Isn't your butt killing you right now?"

"No shit! It feels like he shoved a telephone pole up my ass!"

"No Guenther, I mean... isn't it itching and burning like crazy?"

"Not really... why?"

"Turn around. Lemme see your butt."

"You trippin Herms? I ain't gonna--"

"Cut the shit okay? I gotta see if the doc used that stuff on you."

"Y'just wanna perv on my fuckhole-- I mean asshole, shit!" Jimmy turned beet-red again "forget I said that."

"Said what? I didn't hear anything" nodding at the vents winking "now turn around and bend over okay?"

"Not a chance got it?"

"I'm serious here. I gotta know if the doc used the green shit or not, and if not why not, okay?"

"Why? What's so goddamn important about this green stuff?"

"I'll tell you only if you do it. Guenther we gotta start trusting each other okay? Right here, right now okay?"

"I still don't see what's so damn important..." but Jimmy Guenther, Baby Huey to his enemies, turned around and grabbed the wall, bending his ass back towards Billy, hearing him crouching down behind him. Shit, talk about the most humiliating thing ever! What the fuck was he doing? Going for the olympic record? Seeing how many times he could make himself sick with doing stupid, humiliating things? And what made it more frightening was each stunt was getting easier and easier, like some hidden barrier inside him had been breached, some secret wall had been blown to smithereens and now all sorts of frightening, forbidden ideas were rushing forward, each vying for attention, each one nastier and more impossible than the previous. At this rate he'd be the one doing public sex shit next! Like that idea would not make his dick shrivel to nothing! Instead he felt blood heading south, yeah he definitely broke something!

Billy crouched down and put his hands on those giant meaty globes of Jimmy's behind, expecting him to jump several feet. Instead, Baby Huey leaned forward, spreading his stance by a few inches. When Billy's fingers traced down his greasy crack, finding the swollen ring, and then penetrated it as far as the first knuckle, Baby Huey gave a short muffled grunt but did not move. Billy removed his finger, examining it for the telltale color and smell. Nothing!

"Look at this!"

"What?" Jimmy turned around, knowing his dick was swelling but that was not his concern any longer "so okay y'got my shit on your finger."

"Look okay?"

"Gross..." Jimmy looked at Billy's index finger, expecting the worst. Instead it looked shiny and greasy but that was all "okay?"

"It ain't green!"

"It ain't brown either okay? So y'gonna tell me now what --"

"He didn't use the green shit on you -- shuddup okay? -- and that means either there's none left, or else the cops already took all of it okay?"

"Why would the cops--"

"Lemme tell ya if close yer hole for five seconds -- no the other one! Sorry I couldn't help it! Y'can pound me later okay? Now listen! The green shit -- the stuff the doc did NOT use today! -- is part of all these weird experiments the doc, hell both docs! been doing all summer here okay? First they get guys in here, young guys, old guys, like fuckin EVERYone okay? Like the whole g.d. town okay mister Jimmy Sheltered-Life Guenther? And depending on your reaction okay -- no just listen I'm gettin to that -- then then make ya come back for more and more exams. First, the normal, 'regular' exam, like you had today, y'know regular tests, right outa the old book okay? Then the second or third exams, testin how y'respond to more... 'stimulating' procedures. But like with dumb shits like me, if they can get ya blowin yer load the first or second time, then you get the 'real' exam, okay?"

"What 'real' exam?"

"That's when the green shit comes out okay? They got this -- well I think it really came with Kroos, when he joined the office here. He brought this stuff with him from Europe -- somewhere in eastern Europe, Croatia maybe? -- shit didn't you notice the weird way he talks? Same as those misters? Jones and Smith? Well I get the feeling that whole sick group" looking at the vents "I mean all those fine unstanding dudes... and I do mean upstanding" looking at Jimmy's crotch "shit... I got your number Guenther!"

"Knock it off!" Jimmy's hands flew to his crotch, covering himself.

"Dude your secret's out okay?" Billy gave a slight chuckle "dude here ain't worried about the size of his dick... half as much as how easy it is for that dick to go boing! on him!"

"Fuck you!"

"All right!" Billy broke into a huge grin, tugging his pants down and mooning Jimmy "just don't use the green shit okay?"

"Hey!" he jumped back "are you nuts or something?"

"Dude get it through your thick skull!" Billy tugged his pants up, his point made "now you getting an idea of what's been goin on around here? Guenther, you're like the only person I know been through here didn't get to do the 'whole fuck-suck-machine thing', okay?"

"Just knock it off okay?" Jimmy turned the shower on again, rinsing his sweaty face as soon as he could "y'almost had me believin--"

"Okay... I was yankin yer chain there... but..." Billy bit his lip "if I had been serious... would ya... y'know... would you've done it?"

"You are trippin" from under the water "I don't fuck guys..."

"You really didn't get off on all that shit last night?"

"Shit..." at least that was how it sounded to Billy from the spray "I don't wanna go into all that."

"You ain't been listening? I just told ya we gotta talk about that!"

"Why?"

"Cause I gotta figure out exactly, exactly! what was happening when the goons broke down the doors!"

"Shit... okay..." and off went the water again "but then I gotta know about... y'know the other stuff. The stuff they been doing here on guys, okay?"

"Deal. Spill it!" and on came the water again.

"Okay, like before you left, first they did the 'red-ball green-ball' thing okay? And you sex-crazed lunatics went up on stage and started with the shower shit" his eyes got wide looking at the vents "they really... filming this?" whispering, more lipsyncing the last two words. When Billy shrugged he continued "so I'm sitting there --"

"Where?"

"Like the back row okay? I got me the end so nobody hadda go puttin their hand... forget it."

"Keep going Jimmy, remember what I said..."

"Yeah okay... like any of that really matters now. I was at the end so nobody hadda be grabbin me in the balls okay? After you left those two creeps running the show made us strip down to our undies okay? I'm getting to that listen. So after everyone's sittin there in our whities, some guys even commando like, then those dudes, the Johnson guy says we gotta put out hands in the crotch of the guy next to us! Thought that was gonna bring up my lunch but he says just the back of our hands like, not grabbing, just laying there like, okay? The dude to my left is like this older guy, at first not real happy I gotta be putting my paws on his goods. But he don't gimme shit, I don't give him shit. It kinda works out. And nobody's next to me on the other side so I get off easy. Yeah me and Olson -- y'know Ern of course you do -- we two got the end seats so we're like off the hook for the time being. Then all this shit starts happening with two dudes I don't know, big guy and his mexican buddy, they were sitting off by themselves when we were all eating -- yeah those two. Well they start all this shit, and then they get yanked outa their seats by that Johnson guy, as well as some dudes from South. Yeah them. Well suddenly that Johnson asshole wants me to move down and next thing I know I'm sitting between... well this weird guy, first he's on stage, then he's sitting in the back row next to me. And I gotta put my hand on his goods, and dude like he already busted his nut doing... y'know... on stage with doc Kroos? Yeah, he was one of the guys slammin it to the doc. Well like I gotta grab his dick after it's been up some guy's hole -- yeah he showered but still! Gross okay? But he's like saying all these weird things -- trying to lay all this weird shit on me..." Jimmy looked away. Did he really want to go into these details with the Herms kid? Could he really trust him? So far he'd been cool but... oh shit, why not? "okay okay... keep yer shit on" laughing a cynical grunt "he starts all this shit about me not being afraid anymore, not being all freaked out about... this" grabbing his cock, like it needed another excuse to fill out more "and then the other guy, the guy on my right... yeah, he's been real free'n easy with grabbing me so far... so... I grabbed his... yeah yeah... y'don't gotta say it. I'm like grabbin dick on both sides and this dude -- the new dude on my right, he's like a carbon copy of..." looking away "of me! Okay? He's like my clone or shit. Even his dick is like... it' aint much bigger than this!" grabbing himself right there. Hell, no way he could believe he could stand right there in front of some little crapper punk, all but jackin his meat for the whole world to see! And he wasn't losing it! James Guenther, what the fuck has happened to you? he asked himself. You don't need a new dick; you need a new brain! "he's like me, same dick, same fat" grabbing his belly, pulling his hand away from his cock with a certain reluctance "but like older okay? And just so you get the idea this is all like totally freaky okay, as soon as he sees my dick he's like losing it okay? Just getting a look and a feel of this" hand back on his fully hard dick "and he's like cummin buckets! Can you believe that shit?"

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm gross okay?" and for the first time in his life Jimmy did not believe the words "okay I was gross okay? I mean... up til last night I thought no one like NOBODY could find this... attractive okay? No don't say anything, I gotta say this. I always thought I was like totally disgusting!

Fat ugly no-dicked freak, okay? Then that John guy says those things, like I'm not gross, like my red-headed clone thinks I'm hot, and I thought the guy'd been smoking some weird shit, but it happens! The dude sees me in all my ugly grossness and he like blows his nut like I'm this sexy big-tit babe! And when he loses his nut... if that don't make me cum again!"

"What? You came twice? Sitting there?"

"No not with those guys!" Jimmy pulled his hand away, fearing number three would happen right there in front of Billy "like first time was with this big black dude. I swear he was one of the cops okay?"

"Who?"

"Big black dude name Willy or Wallace or --"

"Willis?"

"Sure okay. He was with... hell that guy they called Soulman --"

"Hank? You were with Willis and Hank?"

"Not 'with' them, okay? But yeah, I hadda grab that Willis guy before the John dude came off the stage. Man... talk about one serious dick! What I wouldn't give..." shut up Jimmy!

"You'n me both..." Billy winked "it's cool. But Willis musta been real touchy about you... y'know..."

"No shit! At first I thought he was gonna cold-cock me big time! And I swear he woulda, but that Johnson guy was watchin him like a hawk, I swear. Shit..." Jimmy jumped a foot! "he's a COP! And that Johnson creep like he musta KNOWN right? Billy what the shit is going on here? Were they all just setting us up all along?"

"Guenther somebody's been settin somebody up for a fuckin long time. But that's what we -- me and Soulman and -- "

"So you know him? I mean before last night?"

"Jimmy you trust me and I gotta trust you okay?" another glance at the vents "but yeah. Me'n Big Hank, Soulman to you, we been good buds for a while now. You know what I mean by 'good buds'?"

"Well kinda..." Jimmy had no clue "like hangin out... shoot the shit... hey! He was this big famous wrestler right? So he like been coachin you n'shit? Wow cool."

"That and more stuff... I gotta draw you a picture?"

"Yeah right. You and Soulman been gettin into it?"

"It started by accident. He and a bunch of guys -- one of them, no! two! were there last night. So Hank just started with the crew puttin in my new pool --"

"What? You have a pool?"

"Yeah, just this summer."

"And you never invited me over?"

"Yeah like you were gonna come over to hang with a bunch of crappers, right."

"Okay, maybe not. But now...?"

"Now seein as how we are..." Billy gave Jimmy's front a nod "like on better terms..."

"I gotta ask ya... don't get pissed okay?"

"Too late for that."

"Before..." Jimmy started memorizing the floor tiles "when the doc was... y'know. And you were... rubbin me..."

"Yeah...?"

"Were you... y'know... I mean, were you doin it because y'hadda or..."

"Or because it was a turn-on, you mean? Yeah it was kinda hot playin with your goods when the doc was lookin inside you. You think that's gross right?"

"Hell... I don't know what's 'gross' and what ain't anymore" looking up "like standing here rodded in front of you. A week ago I woulda cut my hand off with a rusty knife before doin anything like this... now?"

"Now everything has changed right?"

"Changed? You can say that again! Herms, WHAT'S GOING ON!?!?" came out in a long agonized rush of burning air, a huge catharsis more overwhelming than any orgasm he ever had. He felt the front wheels dangling over the edge of the precipice, hoping someone would grab him before he fell. Like he was reading his mind, Billy stepped over and grabbed him as he started crumbling.

"It's okay it's okay Jimmy" as the big guy started sobbing "hey it's okay, this has gotta be rough, shit it's been a real meatgrinder for all of us okay? We're on the same side here okay? We're in this together. Nothing's gonna happen to you, we won't let it" waiting for the sobs to slow, the great gasps shaking the big guy giving way to a steadier, less frantic breathing.

"Stop..." Jimmy struggled free "you're getting soaked..." trying to wipe his tears away.

"I'm already soaked Baby!"

"Knock it off Herms" but Jimmy was smiling.

"Let's get you dried off" Billy made an attempt to wrestle Jimmy to his feet, but it was no go "towels're back in the room okay? Beside you been in the shower so long you're starting to leak" wiping away a few tears "and then we gotta tell the doc y'got a new problem to look at."

"Knock it off..." Jimmy pulled away "but... thanks... okay?"

"For what?" Billy looked down at him, and yeah he was a mess "for almost jerking ya off before?"

"You're too fuckin weird y'know that?" turning off the rest of the shower heads "but..."

"Everyone tells me that" Billy looked at the vents "like I listen to them, right?"

"About those..." whispering "about..." thumbing at the vents "forreal?"

"Forreal."

"Why? Just for.. y'know... pervin on..." looking down at his front, then Billy's "naked dudes?"

"Worse" Billy tried pushing Jimmy out of the room and to the corridor "it's about the..." cupping his ear "experiments."

"Like...?" pointing at his ass "before?"

"Machines" was all Billy whispered back.

"Butt machines?" Billy hearing: but machines?

"Even seen a guy blow five loads one right after the other?" Billy glanced up and down the corridor, his voice almost normal "or a guy's dick fill out to like twice its size? like a balloon?"

"What?!?!?!"

"Like some kinda weird science fiction torture scene from a Bond flick" Billy shook his head "except the dude ain't complainin got it? And that green goo does somethin that makes the dude want it again and again and again. It's like they put fuckin heroin in it or somethin. Hell, it turns the straightest most normal dude into this like total crazed sex addict okay? Like you saw Kroos last night! Y'call that normal? I think he's just as much a victim of all these machines as the Coach-- shit! Forget I said that okay? But you saw him there last night? How you think he got conned into all this? And like both our teams on top of it? I'm tellin ya Guenther you have no idea how many dudes're involved or how deep this shit is okay? And now we got these cops swarming everywhere?" Billy keeping one eye on either end of the hallway, expecting someone to come bursting through one of the doors hearing all this!

"Five? Five loads?!?! Dick twice the size?" was all Baby Huey heard, the rest so much static. Talk about hitting a nerve!

Billy continued to babble as the two of them paddled down the hall, but Jimmy heard nothing except "dick dick dick" in his head. Even if half this stuff was just so much bullshit he had to find out what was true or not. So he beat Billy through the door, the questions already on his lips when they saw they had company.

Sitting on the newly-papered table was the big muscle dude from the sex show at Mort's. Jimmy had noticed him once or twice at Y in the past, always making a point of giving him a very wide berth. Some of the other guys on the team thought it was fun to ape him behind his back, callin him "The Goon" or "Inkman" but Jimmy wanted nothing to do with him. The only reason he did not leave yesterday was the guys were daring each other to stay and watch his latest "exercice video" without cracking up. Then when Merklins showed up with the doc on a leash, Jimmy could not help but notice a weird shudder go through the group. All the bullshit and snide comments were replaced by a weird apprehensive furtiveness, like they were all running the risk of getting busted for something... but what? He tried to get Matt to open up, but all he got back was "if y'don't know, don't ask" and of course that made Jimmy all the more curious. Now he wished he had walked out of that room and never looked back. Or not.

"Sorry doc..." Jimmy hugged the wall, backing away from him and his patient "just lemme get my clothes..."

"You two..." was all Rocko said, barely giving them a glance.

"Doc... y'need me...?" Billy thumbing towards the reception area.

"I might need you to stay" Kroos looked around the room "if you could set up?"

"Sure thing" and Billy was in professional-mode, almost daring Rocko to make a comment. He did not have to wait long.

"New assistant?" Rocko would not look at Billy either "Joel still in?"

"Joel will not be able to join us today" Kroos helped Billy gather items, making notes on his clipboard as he did.

"What happened to Merklins?" Jimmy was already buckling his pants, socks and shoes all but flying onto his feet "doc, he in jail still?"

"I do not know" Kroos rubbed his face, the fatigue winning the battle "I suspect so."

"Why? How come we're out and he's still locked up?"

"You will have to ask the Chief that."

"You better believe I will" and Billy threw the last items onto the tray, the gown on the table, a few items at Kroos, and he was out the door.

"I'm leavin too!" Jimmy did not bother to lace the shoes or put on his shirt but was heading for the closing door as well. He never made it.

"Well?" Rocko saw him freeze and turn back to the doctor "y'leavin or ain't ya?"

"Doc...?" Jimmy would never found the balls to do it before today, almost watching himself from a distance, hearing a far-off voice not his own saying the words "I gotta know. You really... I mean... there's a machine makes your dick bigger?"

"What?!?!" from both of them simultaneously.

"Jimmy what did Billy say?" Kroos cut through the red-tape "did he--"

"Is is true? You really got a machine that makes your dick twice as big?"

"Fuck doc..." Rocko smirked at Kroos "that what you been using on your johnson?"

"What?" Kroos ignored Rocko's unintelligible slang and went over to Jimmy "I do not know what Billy has been telling you but no, there is no machine that can--"

"Don't lie to the kid" Rocko almost smirked "that Mannie kid told me all about what you been doin to your victims -- sorry, patients! -- in here doc.

So tell the poor little kid the truth! Yeah kid, the doc here's been doin all sorts of nasty things to his patients -- his MALE patients at least. Knowing the doc here, he's probably been doing god-knows-what to his female patients" seeing the shocked faces on the two, not sure which one was funnier "but I ain't been seein any babes walkin around town with double-d cups y'get my drift."

"Rocko that would be enough" then back to Jimmy "I do not know what rumors you may have heard from the other boys but even if we have, EVEN if such things exist, they should not be used on someone your age."

Damn!" Jimmy punched both fists in air "I knew it! I KNEW IT! Then you DO got them right?"

"Like I said..."

"You just admitted it doc! You do have them! Where?" and Jimmy started looking around the room, almost opening cabinets like it was an Easter egg hunt. Find the prize and get a big dick! Start your scavenger hunt now!

"Jimmy stop!"

"Not until you tell me where they are! This I GOTTA see!"

"They here or the cops took'm" Rocko wanted to see them as well. He had a growing hunch they might have something to do with why the doc agreed to see him today. At least before all the shit hit the fan "we too late?"

"Thank you" Kroos glared at Rocko "thank you very much."

"Sorry kid" Rocko ignored the killer stare "but I think we're both one day too late for the 'Doc Special', right?"

"Whatdyou care!" Jimmy took over Kroos' glare "like you need a bigger dick!"

"Watch yer mouth kid!"

"Too late for that!" Jimmy watched himself almost stand up to the big goon.

Hell, so he started camp tomorrow with a black eye! He could blame it on the cops. His dad would just love that lie "like I didn't see you last night! You sure looked big enough fuckin the doc here. Or were you too drunk to remember--" and Rocko came flying off the table at Jimmy ready to do serious damage. Had it been just the two of them, it might have been a bad situation. But Kroos managed to deflect the first series of blows between them. When Rocko realized he was out-muscled, he let go.

"You got a nasty mouth on you kid" Rocko pulled away from Kroos, rotating his shoulders to get the circulation back "gonna get you in deep shit some day."

"Already did, remember?" Jimmy rubbed his chin, sore but not broken "weird kinda office you're runnin here doc."

"I am sorry" Kroos gave Rocko his best glare again "but there will be no more fighting in this office is that clear?" Rocko tried to ignore him "is that clear?"

"All right all right" Rocko went back to the table "soon as the punk there leaves--"

"I ain't leaving!" Jimmy heard that other person say "until I know everything about that machine!" hell what could they do, beat him up? Again?

"Perhaps another time" Kroos put on his lab coat and stethoscope, hoping that would signal an end to this "we could discuss it then."

"We're outa time doc" Jimmy watched the other Jimmy a bit amazed at his balls "time's up! Like today!"

"Jimmy no!" Kroos swelled up to his former two hundred seventy pounds of pure muscle.

"Doc yes!" then that alter-Jimmy played his ace in the hole "or y'want me to talk to my dad. And Chief Connors!"

Kroos did not say a word but stormed out of the room. As soon as he did, Jimmy balled his fists, expecting Rocko to leap for his throat. What was worse he just sat there, slowly removing his shirt like neither of the two Jimmys existed for him in the least. Jimmy stood there, the blood pounding in his ears, his face flushed with adreneline and he could do nothing about it.

"What?" he exploded at Rocko "y'gonna ignore me now?"

"Ain't worth it kid" Rocko waved him away "you're already roadkill. Fuck, we're all roadkill."

"But... but... but..." Jimmy saw the situation slipping away fast. He was not going to give up so easily "but... you're here, right?"

"You got bad eyes?" Rocko kicked off his shoes "you come here for glasses or shit?"

"NO!" Jimmy wanted to punch the walls now "I mean... why are you here? You got some kinda weird timing coming here today, for what?"

"None of your fuckin business kid!"

"Maybe I'm gonna make it my business" Jimmy's alter-ego returned after catching its breath.

"Maybe you wanna try."

"Maybe I need to!" taking a step closer, daring him to start again.

"You're gonna love the pen, kid" Rocko all but ignored him "they eat kids like you for breakfast."

"That where you learn to take it up the ass?" Jimmy thrust out his chin.

"That's where everybody learns to take it up the ass" Rocko turned his back on the kid as he slid off the table, removing his pants "especially dumb-ass punks like you. Shit, you won't be sittin for weeks!" giving a chuckle over his shoulder. He could not see Jimmy's expression as he stripped down to his shorts, only hear the steam engine panting behind him. At this rate, the kid would keel over without laying a hand on him.

"Fuck..." Jimmy knew the big muscle dude had called his bluff. All he could do was stand there hyperventilating. He found a chair before he lost it.

Rocko heard the noise thinking the kid had passed out. When he saw Jimmy collapsed into the chair he smirked,

"Yeah I have that effect on people" giving a few flexes of his hard biceps "usually chicks, but it takes all kinds."

Jimmy sat there trying to catch his breath, hoping the room would stop spinning sometime soon. He almost wished Rocko had socked him in the gut, sitting here like this was worse. And seeing Rocko's smirk of victory just rubbed his face in it. Soon as he could Jimmy grunted out,

"This is so fucked!"

"Tell me about it."

"Why... why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Last night... everything... today..."

"I got my reasons. I mean I had my reasons."

"What'd the doc blackmail you with?"

"Me?" Rocko sat down on the table again, rubbing his sore shoulder "blackmail me?"

"He musta! Why else would you... like last night!"

"Ain't got nothin t'do with blackmail kid" Rocko looked around the room, praying for the kid to get the hint and leave "you're too young t'understand."

"I ain't no kid!"

"You sure as fuck act like one!"

"Fuck you!"

"You can't afford--"

"Fuck! That's it!" Jimmy jumped to his feet, lightheaded but standing "money! It's all about money!"

"What is?"

"Yesterday! The shit at Mort's! Even you and your piss-poor videos at the Y!"

"Hey! We make quality--"

"Yeah, I saw your 'quality' Rocko!" Jimmy came over and stood right in his face. Or rather right above his face "you agree t'do that shit at the Y, then at Mort's -- shit! how much they pay you!"

"None of your business!"

"Fuck that's what I thought! And I got a good hunch some big dude like you don't come cheap!"

"Say that again?"

"I guess they paid you a few thousand for your 'participation' right? And multiply that by how many guys last night? We're talking serious money here!"

"For a stupid punk kid" Rocko looked up at him "maybe you ain't so stupid after all."

"And I got me a good idea where all this fuckin money's coming from..."

"Like where?"

"Right here!" slamming his big sweaty paw down on the table next to Rocko's butt, ripping the paper in the process "this place right here!"

"What?"

"I bet there's a lotta money t'be made if you can promise dudes..." Jimmy hesistated a moment.

"Promise them what?" Rocko needed to know how much this spoiled rich kid knew.

"They got a nice little operation going here. Bet guys would shell out big bucks if they could get their dicks..."

"Their dicks what?" Rocko knew the kid was onto him.

"Plastic surgery! That's it! The docs here a doing some weird kinda dick surgery! Like silicone implants for chicks, but for guys!" slapping himself on the head "why didn't I think of that!"

"Is that what you think? You think the docs here are doing dick implants?" Rocko heard of such things. And from all the dicks on display last night, he probably was witnessing some of the doc's bigger successes. Maybe Rocko's days of "limp dick" were over after all "who told you that?"

"Shit it's all over town!" Jimmy wanted to hug himself "that's what all the guys been talkin about. I mean no one's come out and said it, like 'I got my dick fixed!' or anything, but fuck! No wonder everyone's been like so secretive about all this!"

"About what?" Kroos and Harry came through the door, looking like they meant business "what are you two -- "

"Kid here thinks you been like runnin a plastic surgery shop here doc" Rocko folded his big inked arms across his puffed-out pecs "like dick implants, right?" looking at Jimmy like he was nuts.

"Is that what...?" Harry looked at Jimmy, his anger barely diminishing.

"I may be a fat punk" glaring at Rocko, then at Harry "but I ain't dumb. So that's what the machines are for, right? You use them to make a guy's dick grow! How dya do it? Is it like with implants? Injections? How?"

"Someone..." Kroos glared back at Rocko "has been telling you a lot of nonsense. Whatever you may have heard about penile implants is simply so much ignorant gossip" to Harry "now could you call Mister Guenther to have his son picked up?"

"James... you're with me" Harry tried to grab Jimmy by his shoulder but he spun away fast.

"No! I ain't leaving until I hear about this, all about this!"

"There's nothing to hear" Kroos looked at Rocko, handing him his gown "in spite of what Rocko may have been telling you. It is simply not true."

"He didn't tell me, B-- I mean, somebody else -- I mean c'MON doc! It's all over town okay?" holding his ground, seeing Harry picking up the phone "and if you call my dad, I'm gonna tell him what you're doing here!"

"Tell him what?" but Harry's hand hesitated on the phone.

"For starters" and Jimmy's alter ego pushed to the front of the line again "you wanted mister muscles here to buttfuck me!"

"What?" Rocko's head almost spun off his shoulders "what!?!?!"

"And then YOU" glaring at Harry "wanted me to blow you! And you too!" turning on Kroos "that's just for starters!"

"I never!" but Kroos grabbed Rocko's shoulder silencing him. Kroos came over to Jimmy and grabbed his shoulders next,

"You know nothing of the sort ever happened here. You know that is all lies and worse!"

"It's called libel" Jimmy stood eyeball to eyeball with him, the moment of truth "and it's also called child pornography and statuatory rape and a whole lotta other stuff the lawyers can think up. So go ahead and call my dad!" seeing Harry hesitating "and see who he believes. Cause right now, all of you 'adult's ain't got a fuckin leg to stand on! Do it!"

"James, this is very serious..." Harry was in no mood to be pushed around by Guenther's kid at this point in his life "and a lot of your classmates would be as ruined as -- "

"So hang up the phone... Chief" Jimmy mocked him "and then we talk."

Harry hung up the phone, one eye on Kroos. Rocko whistled soft and low, amazed at the sheer stupid guts of this kid. Either guts or pure craziness.

Whichever it was, Rocko was content to sit back and watch. And keep his own neck out of the noose for a change.

"Harry?" Kroos ignored Rocko as well "could you ask our young assistant to join us? I believe he is at the bottom of this" pinning Jimmy in his hawk-like gaze as Harry hastened from the room "because I believe he is the one who has been filling you head with these lies!"

"They ain't lies!" Jimmy would not relent "if you got some kinda devices around here, some kinda procedures for giving guys their dicks back" realizing his goof, glancing to Rocko to see if he noticed, but Rocko was tying his gown again "I mean giving guys a real dick, then it's show-time doc!"

"But Jimmy please be reasonable..."

"Fuck reasonable! I had a lifetime of being reasonable!"

"A short lifetime!" Rocko added.

"Don't matter! I'm sick of everyone tellin me 'Jimmy be reasonable! Jimmy live with it! Jimmy it's not important!' Well fuck it IS important! It's important to me! Okay?"

"What's the kid all hysterical about?"

"I ain't hysterical!" Jimmy yelled.

"Jimmy we can discuss this during your follow-up appointment."

"When's that doc? After camp? After I graduate? After I'm too old to get married?"

"What's his problem?" Rocko untied and retied the knot again "ain't he got a dick or somethin?"

"No I don't!" Jimmy heard that voice yell "okay? Okay?"

"What?"

"But if the doc--"

"What our young patient is trying to say" Kroos cut in "is he is going through that stage of puberty when he is dissatisfied with the speed of his growth."

"He looks big enough from here" Rocko chuckled.

"Not me, asshole!" Jimmy snarled "my dick! Okay? And the doc here's gonna fix that, right?"

"That right doc?" Rocko was all ears now "you gonna help the kid grow a big dick? How's that?"

"Perhaps..." seeing Harry escort Billy into the room with a certain lack of gentleness "my indiscreet assistant here can explain."

"Explain what?" Billy looked around the room seeing where everyone was braced "doc?"

"Jimmy here's been threatening us with some rather ugly scenarios" Harry repeated for everyone's benefit "because you been shooting your mouth off about some bullshit or other... Jimmy you tell him!"

"Billy, tell them!" Jimmy wanted to grab him and shake the truth out of him "tell them what you told me!"

"What did I tell you...?" Billy reached into his pocket, letting a tiny scrap of paper drift to the floor. When he noticed Jimmy got his meaning, he glanced to the mirror for good measure.

"I don't care!" Jimmy shot a look to the mirror as well "you told me the docs' been workin on these machines -- these experiments t'make your dick grow!"

"I did?"

"Remember? And the green shit? And cumming five times in a row?"

"Cumming five time?" Rocko looked at Billy "this I gotta hear about!"

"Doc you want me to tell them?" looking right at Harry "or you wanna? Cause I'm bettin the only ones here" boring into Harry's eyes "don't know are Baby Huey here and Rocko. Hell, don't tell them! Show them!"

"Show'm what?" Rocko looked around the room, expecting a hidden compartment to open and some frankenstein device to appear "what you hidin in this joint?"

"YEAH!!!" Jimmy pumped the air "show us! Show us your evil dick machine! Fuck the whole town's seen it!"

"The whole town eh doc?" Rocko smirked "and here I thought you were a real doc!"

"I am a real doctor!"

"Whose been doing dick transplants! What you get two guys in here and switch dicks on them or somethin?"

"Maybe... maybe Billy is right..." Harry looked at the mirror "or at least you would be... but I am afraid the device in question is at the station right now. It was seized with the other evidence."

"Too fuckin funny!" Rocko roared "a bunch of cops sittin around the station trading dicks! Or even better, a bunch of them all sittin around seein who can cum the most? What kinda department you running Connors?"

"You want to go back there and find out?"

"No I've had enough of your 'hospitality' for one weekend" Rocko looked at the doc "he bullshittin? They really got all the gizmos?"

"Just one" Billy looked at Jimmy, signaling him to shut the fuck up! "right doc?"

"I do not know" Kroos looked more puzzled than angry "Harry?"

"Yeah we got your machine."

"Only one though, right?"

"What?" Harry looked at Kroos "how many of those you been using?"

"Two I know of" Billy answered for him "maybe three. Doc?"

Kroos looked at them one by one. He knew there had been four consoles, two of the older models and two of the newer series. But which one did the police seize earlier. He went to the cabinet and opened it. As he suspected, it was gone. He held it open for all to see.

"What about...?" Billy nodded at the mirror. He did not want to come out and say he and Jimmy saw one sitting in the observation room earlier. At least he saw it; Jimmy would not have recognized it for what it was. But the location of the third?

"Just a moment" Kroos gave Billy a cautious look then left the room. In what seemed like too brief of a time, he returned wheeling the machine Billy thought he spotted earlier. Except this one was still wrapped in plastic!

"Wait!" Billy glanced at Jimmy who was ignoring everything and everyone in the room except for that bright new shiny object. To Jimmy it was a vision of the holy grail! He almost fell to his knees when he saw it!

"What the fuck is this?" Billy came over and started running his greasy mitts all over it "what is this doc?"

"Wait! Ain't that it?" Jimmy saw his hopes and dreams crumbling "ain't this it? You promised!"

"Doc where'd this come from? I never saw this before!"

"You been holdin out on us doc?" Harry was in line as well right behind Rocko, trying to get at the machine "how come my officers--"

"Because it may have been still in the box?" Kroos tried to shoo them away, but it was like the refugees rushing the food truck "please! You will damage it if you do not stop!"

He was too busy restoring a semblance of order to his office to notice that Billy had slipped out of the room. But he was not too busy to notice the door open again with a loud bang. Billy was wheeling in the console from the observation room next.

"What? What is that?"

"Your officers are a bunch of pansies" Billy smirked at Harry, tossing the manuals at him "they see these and they musta run outa the room screaming."

Harry looked at the two manuals, not making it past the word "Gynecological" before he tossed them aside,

"Where'd these...?"

"Doc they were sitting open on top of this" patting the console "in there" nodding at the mirror "so either they were too busy jacking off to the diagrams" hearing a cough from Jimmy "or like the Chief here didn't wanna get their hands dirty, right? Don't know where those books were right?"

"Billy you know..." Kroos had lost all control of the situation.

"Yeah I know I know..." Billy rolled his eyes "now y'know why he fired my ass and hired Merklins instead!"

"Billy!"

"That true?" Jimmy was falling behind fast "Merklins replaced you here?"

"Fuck that explains a lotta things" from Rocko on the table. He stood up and started getting into his pants "well it's been real educational but this is all too much for me. Doc when you sort this all out -- and if I'm still here!" glancing at Harry "gimme a call."

"But what about your appointment today?" Kroos felt the afternoon all but shattered around his feet "why did you come here unless..."

"Yeah why is that?" from both Harry and Jimmy, with difference choices of words but similar intent.

"Well not to be part of your -- not for that!" thumbing at the closer machine "I for one don't need my dick in your sausage maker there."

"That is NOT what this is" Kroos bristled "this is for serious experimental --"

"Yeah I'm sure it is" but Rocko was tossing the gown, looking around for his shirt "tell it to the judge."

"Rather unfortunate choice of words there" Harry looked from the machine to Rocko, then to Kroos "I have only heard about these, what you told me. Never actually saw one in use."

"So?"

"Well it's none of my business--"

"Got that right" Rocko looked at Harry "so unless you're planning on taking me back to the station..."

"But my guess is you were so hot to see the doc today just for something like that" almost expecting the machine to beep its agreement.

"Like what?"

"You tell me Rocko? You here for a damn toothache?"

"Hell no!"

"Okay then what?"

"Like you said: none of your business."

"Well now I'm making it my business" Harry's chest swelled several inches, almost to the size of his belly.

"That's between me'n the doc here. Right doc?"

"There is such a thing as patient doctor confidentiality" Kroos added, almost convincing himself.

"Well I cannot force you t'tell me shit" Harry's eyes kept returning to the machine "but I can testify that you were very cooperative and assisted the investigation..."

"Fuck you!" Rocko stopped buttoning his shirt "is that it? I 'cooperate' with you and let you do experiment with my dick with that damn thing and you drop charges? Is that it?"

"Like I said, if you cooperate with the investigations, I can do what I can to reduce your charges--"

"What charges?"

"Didn't the officer last night read you--"

"Yeah yeah... I thought he was gonna run outa air before he could go through the damn list. Yeah I heard them. So what are you tellin me?"

"Well Rocko, unless you were so anxious to see the doc here about your bad case of athlete's foot--"

"Yuch gross!" from Jimmy before Billy punched him.

"my suggestion to you is you continue with your exam today, the one you two previously agreed to -- "

"But!" from both Kroos and Rocko, with the later throwing in some words usually unsuitable for the ears of youngsters like Billy and Jimmy. But Billy was already digging through the drawers, looking for the rest of the equipment to go with the console.

"Doc, we got a problem" Billy opened the third then the fourth drawer, everyone coming to the conclusion something was missing.

"Billy do not bother looking. I am sure the good officers" glancing at Harry "were more sucessful, and less squeamish, with what you are trying to find. I expect all the probes and attachments are long gone."

"Well there are these" and Billy produced Klu Junior and Hank Junior.

"Damn!" from Rocko and Jimmy, identical in pitch even.

"Doc what are you doing with goddamn dildoes?" from Rocko "for cryin out loud doc!"

"These won't work without the electrodes" Billy announced. Like Kroos needed to be reminded of the mechanics of the procedures.

"What electrodes?" from Jimmy before Rocko could catch his breath "what're you talkin about Herms?"

"Doc y'wanna explain?"

"Don't gotta tell me why the brave officers were afraid to touch those two as well" from Rocko seeing the expression on Harry's face "guessin where they've been--"

"Billy is correct" Kroos took them from Billy's hands and placed them in the drawer again. As he did his eyes caught two perfectly good probes Billy was ignoring for some reason "those were models, based on-- "

"On who?" Jimmy looked at Billy "you?"

"I wish!" Billy watched Kroos close the drawer "but I got my hunch on one of them?"

"Who was it?"

"Forget it okay?"

"One of the grown-ups came through here? Those before or after?"

"No, someone from school."

"Who?"

"Forget it okay?"

"Is that what they use... y'know... to make the new dick from?"

"Jimmy I do not know what Billy has been telling you" Kroos looked to Harry for direction "but we do not create penile transplants or extensions or anything of that sort."

"No but you do fix guys who can't get it up" Rocko looked around the room, settling on Harry last "right?"

"Yeah right!" Jimmy cut off Harry by a half-second "like you got that problem! I saw you -- we all saw you -- last night, and you were having no problem fuckin-- I mean in that department!"

"Only because..." Rocko saw the alarm on Kroos' face "somebody -- a chick I useta date -- she gave me some pills."

"Like Viagra?" Harry cut off Jimmy this time.

"Yeah, exactly like Viagra" Rocko assured Kroos "otherwise the doc here woulda had one less dude t'deal with last night, right doc?"

"Are you sure you want to discuss this in front of..." waving around the room.

"Fuck... like the Chief says... I'm just 'cooperatin with the investigation' right?" throwing his shirt on the floor, surprised to see Billy scoop it up and put it on a hanger "so yeah... me'n the doc here had an appointment t'help me with this" grabbing himself through his pants "or y'just wanna gimme a script for Viagra like the Chief says and we call it a day."

"That would be up to you" Kroos did not dare to look around.

"That would be up to me" Harry cut in "technically speaking."

"Actually I am still the physician here..."

"Forget it doc. Chief here's holding all the cards, right Chief?"

"Only if you are voluntarily--"

"Okay I'm 'voluntarily' agreeing to... what am I agreeing to doc?"

"Well..." Kroos looked around the room "had none of this happened, I would have suggested... yes... there is a probability these procedures might be of some use in a case like yours."

"NO!" Rocko jumped away fast "I'm not letting you cut my dick! No knives! No surgery!"

"That is not what the procedure involves" Kroos glared at Billy then Jimmy "regardless of what rumors were circulating based on some erroneous youthful imaginations."

"Erroneous? So you really can't make a dick bigger?" Jimmy wanted to smash the machine right there and then "you mean it's all bullshit?"

"It ain't bullshit!" Billy yelled "show him doc! Show him!" and Billy threw open the drawer and all but hit Kroos with the probe he knew was half-hidden there all along. He had wanted to protect Jimmy? Rocko? Kroos? from this final humiliation but now it was too late. He saw Kroos hold it up for everyone to see, hoping someone somehow would say something. But only sound was a small quiet pop! escape from Jimmy's clenched sphincter!