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. Your patience during the time it took to submit this latest installment is greatly appreciated. Your positive comments and amazing support are truly flattering as well as humbling...

Now, back to our show --

Chapter 93

Sunday August 11 continued

"That which you bring forth from within you

Will save you.

That which you do not bring forth

Will destroy you."

Gospel of Thomas Logo 70

"It ain't bullshit!" Billy yelled at Kroos "show him doc! Show him!" and Billy threw open the drawer all but hitting the doc with the probe Billy had spied earlier. Why Kroos was pretending to ignore it Billy needed to discover. But when he saw Kroos hold it up to the light of day for all to see, Billy could see see the half-hearted admission of guilt written all over Kroos' face, his sad acknowledgement of everything that had happened to everyone in this very room. But what gave Billy a bad case of the spooks was Chief Connors' almost cynical disregard for this display, acting like this smoking gun was so much old news to him, like they were all wasting his precious time or something. Billy counted to ten praying someone somehow would say something. But the only sound was a small quiet pop! escape from Jimmy's clenched sphincter.

"Fuck" Baby Huey looked around for the dog to blame "I mean..."

"Geez Jimmy" Billy pinched his nose "y'tryin to kill us all here?"

"Some doc you are! Can't you give the kid a pill or something?" Rocko was staring at Kroos and what he was holding, trying to make sense of it. But the size and shape of the device could only mean one thing: someone was going to be getting a one-twenty volt enema sooner or later. And with his luck it would be him.

"Jus gimme a break okay?" Jimmy looked at Billy hoping he would be signaling him something about leaving all of this. Whatever hopes he had for his "miracle cure" were fading as fast everyone's patience with him "can we just get outa here now?"

"C'mon Jimmy!" Billy continued to dig through the drawers as if it was now his sudden responsibility to lay all the telltale equipment at Kroos' feet, forcing his hand. Which would then force Rocko's hand. And then Connors' as well in one big collapsing house of cards. And more important to him, Billy needed to find out once and for all how much the Chief knew about all this, or would admit to knowing in front of this mismatched group of witnesses. Big Hank had given Billy the impression this boss of his was on the warpath all week, hunting down all possible suspects and victims of the docs' nefarious filthy experiments, with the inevitable collateral damage for any poor sucker who was stupid or horny enough to have been drawn into this web of "exams" or worse. Billy was betting all the tapes were safely hidden now after their little "raid" on the basement storage room barely twenty-four hours ago, oblivious to the total meltdown that would occur not five hours later Had he been able to talk with Big Hank this morning and come up with some understanding, some agreement on their horribly revised strategy or battle plan then he would have a better idea what to do with this group now. Maybe Big Hank could have told him how much he told Connors, or better still how much he didn't tell him. But right now Billy was flying blind with Baby Huey as his reckless co-pilot, aiming their engine-less prop plane at the soft underbelly of no less than the Chief of Police! Maybe if it had been Joel at his side instead. At least Billy could depend on Joel to do something completely stupid unexpected at this fateful juncture. Something crazy and totally disarming! Like make a pass at Harry or something! But for all Billy knew Joel was with half the male population of the town sitting in the county jail playing cards for cigarettes or something. Billy gave a short chuckle, his back to the group. Yeah, he was gambling all right, probably gambling away his ass!

Maybe it was time Billy did the same. Instead of pulling marked cards from his sleeve, Billy materialized some patch cords and electrodes from beneath the last drawer, his desperate prayer answered,

"Doc can we-- I mean you use these?"

"For what exactly Billy?" Kroos looked at Harry, expecting to see outrage or betrayal on his face. But Harry was glancing again and again not at Kroos, not even at Rocko, but at Jimmy, his eye on the most worrisome member of their little circle now.

"Lemme see if I can find the last of that green..." and Billy went back to the cabinet, opening the door so Jimmy could grab the rest of his clothes. Beneath the pile of folded towels he found several tubes of the experimental gel still in their boxes "yes!" and waved in Jimmy's face "this is the shit -- I mean stuff I was tellin ya about before?"

"When?" Harry came over to them.

"Look familiar?" Billy grabbed it out of Jimmy's hand and handed it to Harry, making sure to unscrew the cap. As he hoped, Harry's palm caught the excess oozing from the tip.

"Kroos what is this anyway?"

"Rather than tell you, why not show'm?" Billy looked at Rocko "unless the big bad bully changed his mind again..."

"Rocko?" Kroos took the tube from Harry who was busy grabbing a towel from the cabinet, almost knocking Jimmy out the way.

"Big bad what?" Rocko tried to give Billy his most evil look with little conviction then to Kroos "guess we gotta do this, huh?"

"I cannot force you" Kroos ignored Billy's loud snide cough "Billy!"

"Nothin, don't mind me" Billy caught Jimmy's eye "dude you ain't leavin..."

"No reason to stay anymore" Jimmy resumed his retrieval of his shoes, now that Harry and Billy no longer were guarding the cabinet like Fort Knox "I had enough bullshit for one day. For a fuckin lifetime!"

"You swear like that in front of your dad?" Harry gave up on the towel and was running water over his hands in the sink.

"You think I'm that fuckin crazy?" Jimmy looked at Billy "that'd be as suicidal as you doin your naked act last night in front of him" getting some satisfaction seeing Harry freeze in mid-motion "yeah exactly."

"Why you wanna say that to me now... James?" Harry pulled his hands away from the hot water "are you threatening..."

"Threatening? Me?"

"Why are you... what does your father...?"

"Nothing, not one damn thing. So let's keep it that way" Jimmy's shoes were on and he was ready to go "I'm outa here."

"Wait Jimmy" Billy grabbed his large arm "you really wanna see this. Doc?"

"I already seen enough" Jimmy looked at Rocko's glistening tattooed muscles flexing and unflexing with his uncertain foreboding "sorry dude, maybe the chicks get off on all those muscles but you don't turn my crank. Maybe if you had tits and a pussy --"

"Watch it punk!"

"Bald biker dudes ain't my scene, okay?" Jimmy broke away from Billy's grasp "later."

"Make a deal with you" Billy gambled.

"No deals okay?"

"Seriously Jimmy I ain't bullshittin ya."

"This is ALL bullshit--"

"Stay for just like five minutes and watch what happens and then if--"

"For what?"

"I already told ya! What you're hopin for... it's right there in front of your nose okay?" pointing at the bright shiny toy next to Kroos.

"Like hell it is!"

"Five friggin minutes! Just check this shit out for five minutes then you can leave if y'don't believe me okay?"

"What if I maybe don't want the little asshole to stay" from Rocko, still pissed from the earlier jabs "Little? Did I say little? Besides I never agreed to a fuckin audience."

"If he stays or goes you ain't gonna say shit" Harry looked at Kroos "but it is kinda wrong for either of those two kids to be hanging around for this. Being underage and all."

"Hey don't forget I've been here, like workin all along remember?" Billy looked around for something to do, something to justify his continued presence "remember this was my job here!"

"The Chief is right Billy" Kroos put his lab coat on again "but I would ask if you could get the standard release forms from the front desk for Rocko here. That is if there are any forms still to be found there."

"Come with me" Billy grabbed Jimmy and the two disappeared out the door, Jimmy in the lead. Once they were plodding down the hall Billy snapped "what the fuck is WITH YOU?"

"What?"

"Do you know what you are turning your back on? You have any idea?"

"Yeah, some sick bullshit ain't got nothin t'do with me or my... shit, y'know" looking down past his belly.

"You have no idea what that thing can do!"

"And like I want to anymore, okay?" and Jimmy was through the door to the reception area. He almost twisted his ankle doing a backflip when he saw somebody standing there!

"Who the fuck are you?" they screamed at each other.

"Who are you?" Billy asked as well "you FBI too?" taking in the guy's large, impressive build and no-nonsense attitude "what you doing here? How'd you get in -- "

"What are you two boys doing here?" John looked at them like a pair of surprised inept burglars "if I have to call the police--"

"Shit you ARE the police" Jimmy coughed, hoping he would not give himself a heart attack "aren't you?"

"Who told you I'm--"

"Aren't you?" Billy came to Jimmy's rescue "isn't that why you're here?" Because of--"

"Because of what?" John looked around, slowly taking in the ransacked appearance of the place "what were you doing to these!"

"What?" Billy followed John's gaze "fuck no! We didn't do all this! That was from before! When the cops--"

"Oh NO!" John grabbed the closest one who happened to be Billy "not already! You mean it happened already? Tell me! Tell me what has happened!"

"Don't YOU KNOW!?!?" Billy panicked, not sure if this big guy was going to beat him or shake him to death first "stop!"

"Where is he? Where is Kroos? Is he here?"

"Dude don't YOU know? Are you with the police?" Jimmy tried to get between the two "how'd you get in here if you ain't--"

"Where is he?" and John was heading for the inner door fast. But Billy was quicker and Jimmy knew all about blocking someone this size. John never got his hand on the knob "let me in there! I must see him!"

"Not so fast" Jimmy had a sinking feeling this guy was bad news. Either he was someone mixed up in all these weird experiments going on in this creepy place, and now was returning to share his "concerns" with Kroos from some previous exam. Or else he was one of his dad's henchmen who was here to throw everything into chaos. Or else he was FBI and these two were threatening to blow his cover. Or else it was much much worse than even Jimmy could imagine. Either way he would enjoy breaking some ribs before this big bruiser got through that door!

"Look... it's okay..." John pulled away from them before the fists started flying "I'm a friend of Kroos. It's rather important I talk with him if he is here. Tell him John from Port, the guy he and Joel--"

"JOEL!?!?!" they both yelled breaking contact "you fuckin know Joel!?!?"

"Yes... why?"

"It's just..." Billy braced himself against the door "I mean... who are you? How you know Joel? You a patient from...?"

"Not exactly..." John did not hide the smile before Billy caught it "now if Kroos is here it is critical you tell him -- "

"And you ain't one of these sex patients?" Jimmy caught the slip as well "one of these dudes the doc's been doin all this weird shit --"

"ShutUP Jimmy!" Billy saw the confused expression on John's face "that's like confidential okay?"

"Tell him I'm here. Now!" John flexed his arms, enjoying the effect it had on Jimmy. Baby Huey backed away by at least a foot bracing himself for the inevitable.

"First tell me how you know Joel" Billy wanted to edge over to the desk, hoping to get at the intercom somehow. Everything about this guy, and why he was here, was setting off all of Billy's alarms "we talkin about the same Joel?"

"Yeah Joel... don't remember his last name..."

"What he look like?" Jimmy joined in.

"Kinda like you" John could see them stonewalling him "football player, high school. My guess is he's on the same team as you, right?"

"Maybe" Jimmy admitted. For all purposes he said yes "so where you know him from?"

"We met... yesterday" was all John would say.

"Don't remember seein you..." Billy looked at Jimmy, hoping he would get the hint "y'know... there..."

"Where?"

"You weren't there... you see him?"

"Naw I don't remember this guy" Jimmy agreed "so where you know Joel from?"

"Kroos can explain, if you would go get him..."

"So if you weren't there last night..." Billy put out the bait "I'm guessin that means you ran into those two... earlier. Before last night..."

"I saw them... earlier" John had to quiet their suspicions, seeing how everything looked in the room "and I'll explain. But first I would like to know what two high school kids are doing in a closed doctor's office on a Sunday afternoon."

"We're supposed to be here--"

"Why's that?"

"He works here okay?" Jimmy was losing patience "and I just finished--"

"You work here?" John tried to examine the contents of the loose files of the desk without arousing any more suspicions "I thought Joel told me he--"

"He did -- I mean he does. We both do... I mean I did, before Joel--"

"Well while you figure it all out" John was trying to read the appointment book upside down "one of you go find Kroos."

"What if he ain't here?" Jimmy tried "what if--"

"What if this young guy was giving you your exam you mean?" John almost laughed "instead of the doc? Ain't you two a little old to be playing doctor?"

"Watch it!" Jimmy came at him but Billy grabbed him in time.

"Or maybe all three of you were playing doctor..." John raised his eyebrow a practiced glare "your parents know about these extracurricular activities?"

"What are you suggesting?" now Billy was getting angry as well.

"Relax you two" John saw he hit a nerve "we all got a real good idea what I mean. If you really do, or did work here" he drilled into Billy "you know what kind of things go on--"

"Nothing's going on!" Billy blushed with the lie, knowing he looked ridiculous "I mean--"

"I don't know what that asshole Joel's been tellin you -- "

"He didn't have to tell me anything" John knew what he needed to know "his actions did all the talking for him."

"What?"

"You can't have a lot of secrets..." waiting for Billy's reaction "when you're runnin around bare-ass naked... right?"

"What!?!?!" from both of them, Billy trying to hide his shock too late.

"Yeah, kind of a sight... "John just reeled them in "as hairy as the good doctor is, your friend Joel is as hairless. Except somehow their pubes're just the opposite, right?"

"You really saw Joel naked? Yesterday?" Jimmy looked at Billy like: who IS this guy?

"Dude saw both of them naked it sounds like" Billy looked John up and down, making sure John caught him giving his crotch a real long glance "so you saw them in some locker room or showers somewhere... big fuckin deal."

"Yeah..." John caught Billy's examination of his crotch "you could say Joel was big... Kroos even bigger" not leaving Jimmy out of the fun "right?"

"What? Don't look at me!" Jimmy had zero intention of being involved in anything resembling a conversation about dudes and their dick sizes.

"Especially..." John gave Billy a knowing nod "when 'big' means 'hard' as well, right?"

Billy knew he was being suckered by this guy, even the way he let his hand graze the front of his pants for emphasis. If Billy was developing an expertise in one thing, it was guys coming on to him. But this was not the usual too-horny-to-thing-straight cruise he was familiar with. And this guy still had "cop!" written all over him! He had to make sure this guy was not here to cause trouble. Even more trouble, he corrected himself.

"You never saw Kroos naked much less hard..." Billy rolled his eyes at the outrageous suggestion "you're fulla shit."

"I never saw his shaved uncircumsized cock hard..." John waited for Billy's eyes to bug out on cue "okay, have it your way. Or Joel's cut dick, still red and fat from--"

"This is fuckin nuts!" Jimmy did not want to hear any more "YOU are fuckin nuts!"

"Am I?" John nodded at Billy's crotch "you would know if I'm as nuts as your friend -- your patient -- thinks I am. Well?"

"Okay... maybe..." Billy now really wished Joel was here, not Jimmy. Why did Joel have to be in jail and Jimmy out and getting in the way here? Oh yeah, that's right. Only because his dad like owned everything and everyone, that's right "even if... if you and Kroos... or you'n Joel got history... that don't mean..."

"While you are deciding can you tell him I'm here?"

"Even if I wanted to I can't" Billy looked to Jimmy for confirmation "he's busy."

"Yeah he's got a patient in there" Jimmy almost said another patient.

"Thought you were his 'patient' for today" John made sure they caught his intonation "or--"

"Look he's busy okay?"

"And so am I" John swelled up to his full two-thirty weight "now enough of this. If you can't bring him to me, then take me to him. Now!"

"We can't do--"

"Now son!" which was hitting Billy right below the belt.

"Damnit..." Billy looked at Jimmy, hoping he could depend on him if push came shove "okay..."

"Billy no!" Jimmy tried to stop him, but he already had the door open, and the two of them were pouring through it like a breached dam.

"This way" Billy directed him right, towards the observation room "follow me."

"Billy what the hell are you doing?" Jimmy was not sure which was worse. Billy caving in to this nutcase, or taking him to the wrong room! Either way he already had his fists balled in case things continued to spiral down. He was the last one though the door, Billy already turning on the light ahead of them.

"Well?" was all Billy said as all three heads turned to watch the activity in the main exam room. John let out a low whistle in spite of himself.

"Fuck..." slipped out as he grabbed the edge of the console for suppost "who...?"

"Don't you know who--"

"Is that really Chief Connors in there?"

"You know Connors and you tellin me you ain't a cop! Yeah right!"

"Yes and no..."

"Fuck you know him" Jimmy felt himself falling behind again. No matter how hard he tried he could not make sense of half of what everyone else around him was taking for granted. Was he the only one in this town who was being kept in the dark about all this insane crap going on everywhere? And now this guy?

"And who's that big muscle dude with all those tattoos?"

"You mean you don't know--" finally Jimmy had someone else who was as clueless as he was.

"Never saw that mugshot cross my -- I mean --"

"So you are a cop!" Billy wanted to hit the intercom button to let Kroos hear this. Instead the flipped switch made it possible for the three to hear the main exam room. Rather than answer Billy, John stood there as quiet as a professional, listening to the doc and the Chief discuss Rocko's "voluntary" agreement to his continuing participation. But as they argued, Rocko was already unbuckling his pants. Billy was not watching the window; he was watching John "a cop all right. A cop with a damn hardon!" directing Jimmy's attention to John's front as well. When John made no attempt to hide it, Billy knew this guy was not the same threat he appeared to be earlier. But now his presense was messing Billy in a different, and worse manner "think you woulda gotten enough yesterday, y'know with both of them. So which one was it? Joel or Kroos?"

"Which one for what?"

"Cut the bullshit. My guess is you and those two got into some real wild sex yesterday. At least if Joel had anything to do with it."

"Fuck what is with you Billy?" Jimmy backed away in disgust "is like everyone going -- "

"Everyone except you Baby" Billy laughed "so now you know our names" Billy glared down Jimmy's angry expression "and you are?"

"Call me John."

"Fuck, another John" Jimmy was not going to look at him, or his pants "now everyone's a John and everyone's a f--"

"Chill Baby" Billy put his finger to his lips "we don't wanna be gettin our guest here all upset, our 'cop' guest, remember?"

"So are you part of all this or not?"

"Part of what?"

"Cut the bull... John" Jimmy kept his fists ready regardless "you sure as shit know what. You know what happened last night!"

"Damn..." Billy made a lunge for the door "I forgot!"

"Forgot what?"

"Remember? I'm supposed to be gettin forms for the doc! He probably thinks something's up, if I don't get back there--"

"And leave me here with...?" with this rapist cop?

"Relax Baby" Billy was opening the door very fast and very quietly "he's after Kroos not you!"

"Knock it off!"

"But if big football players like Joel get his nut, maybe--"

"Damn you Herms!" but Billy was gone.

"So... how well you know these three in there?" John was barely blinking. He had seen Kroos before, a LOT of Kroos before, but never in "doctor mode" which made the unfolding scenario all the more paradoxical. Harry Connors, the big out-of-shape bulldog of a Chief of Police he had crossed paths with in the past, when some of John's work went beyond his own county. Not that Harry was a bad-ass or anything; instead he struck John as being too close-lipped, too wired tight for his important role. Or else he just kept his cards close to his chest, and let his lieutenants do all his dirty work for him. But the third player in their odd poker game in there was the least likely character John expected to see anywhere near this office today. Maybe if the big bull was wearing leg cuffs or an orange jumpsuit this situation would make more sense. John could almost imagine Connors sitting on a big sweating horse, smoking his cigar with his rifle slung over his shoulder, watching that bald mountain of muscle and the rest of the road crew from behind his mirror shades. Yeah that's what's missing, John told himself, the damn ball and chain!

"I don't... okay?"

"But you know the doc of course."

"Yeah... duh."

"So why did he, I mean Billy call you Baby before?" John still did not turn from the dimmed window, watching the half-naked Rocko get back on the table. He took in the thick corded leg muscles, as built up as his upper body. And not a speck of hair on all that flesh anywhere. Yeah, his dick gave a lurch watching the show already starting to stain his boxers. Show! Was that it? Somehow Kroos was staging all this for... him? Obviously not, but for someone, right? But if this was some weird kind of "sex at the docs" show, would they not have picked a more "characteristic" patient? Someone like that "Billy" kid before? Even this big round nervous kid next to him would make a better "victim" than the big musclehead in there, right? John wanted to scratch his head but his hands were frozen, grabbing the edge of the console for dear life.

"None of your damn business."

"You're right, it really isn't" John was trying to observe Jimmy in his peripheral vision without moving his head. This kid had "troubled youth" written all over him, but John had dealt with a whole litany of "Jimmys" before, so one more was not phasing him. Instead his attention was focused on what he had come here hoping to see with his own eyes. And from what he could see so far the rumors were true; his suspicions and glimpses were alarming in their accuracy. He had heard initially about some physician in this town performing various sexual "experiments" on his patients, dismissing most of the stories as so much braggart phantasy. But when his dreams started, when he started seeing this same character, that same face appear time and time again, he knew something odd. Odd in the extreme to say the least. At first he had no way of connecting his nightmares to the rumors. Not until yesterday, not until he saw Joel and Kroos in the flesh, walking around the harbor, all but hanging out of their trunks. He could almost see the waves of testosterone percolating in their wake, the near-visible way it affected everyone they passed, male, female, it hardly mattered. But it was the big hairy guy who pulled him in, that face and yeah, that body! and then everything started spinning, John almost grabbing onto the edge of the pier for support. Because if he did not, he would tumble and fall down into that spiral, that swirling vortex pulling him down down down through the whirlpool. He didn't catch up with them leaving the marina and almost lost hope of locating them again. He used the wild goose chase to stop in the facilities and take a piss, standing there feeling like a complete idiot or worse. And when realized he was flanked by two guys at the line of urinals next to them, his first reaction was to suspect something sinister. Did they see what happened on the pier and were now about to jump him? Rob him? He kept his eyes straight ahead, not daring to give them an excuse to start anything. Then he felt the waves of sexual tension coming them, catching him in the crossfire, and even if he wanted to keep himself from blowing up in front of them, from pulling the biggest hardest erection right then and there he could not have stopped himself, anymore than he could stop himself from gasping for air as the swirling waters pulled him down. He knew he could throw it all away, his sanity, his career, his freedom, everything! just for this! So when he tried to flee from them, standing in the stall catching his breath, blowing his nose, and still they pinned him in their headlights. He directed them to that distant beach far far away, thinking he was doing his best to banish this horrible vision from his life forever. And yet he knew he would follow them there, follow them to his total ruin, and nothing, no one, could stop him! If it meant cutting off his arm to do it, he would have cut off both!

Even when he spotted his nephew and his friend at that beach getting into trouble harrassing the occasional nudist, and he knew he was making a stupid irreversible step off the cliff, John had to follow this path no matter where it would lead. He could feel his ears ringing with something like destiny, the blood pounding in his temples, throbbing and pounding "do it do it do it do it" and he had some sense of the madness that must overcome people impelled to commit some terrible horrible act. But this was not some crime of passion for him, was it? Standing here now, grabbing the console with sweating cramping hands, watching the unfolding situation in the other room, John knew this was where his destiny had lead him.

"Too freaking amazing ain't it?" snapped him from his trance.

"W-w-w-what? Did you say something?"

"Some amazingly nasty weird shit in there, right?"

"H-h-how much do you know about all of this..." John tried to turn his head but could not "and I will not call you 'Baby', okay? What is your name?"

"Fuck like it matters now... Jimmy. My friend's only call me --"

"Baby... for Baby Huey, am I right? Because your so-called 'friends' tend to be cruel jerks -- "

"They ain't... all jerks..."

"But even your fellow football players... like Joel correct?"

"Yeah Joel--"

"...may call you names behind your back, but only because they... truly fear you, right... Jimmy?"

"Me? Fear me? Yeah like they're afraid of some micro-di-- I mean..."

"Which explains why you are here..." John stared straight ahead, knowing what Jimmy was doing without having to turn "because unlike me, you are not here because your teen hormones are so out of control you will do anything, get mixed up with anyone, just to get your rocks off -- "

"Hey!"

"...like you are so horny you can't keep from getting naked and kinky with... him" almost bowing to the figures in the other room "correct?"

"WHAT?"

"No you are not here because of unbridled horniness and desire. You are here because you heard rumors about what those treatments can do to improve... James Junior, correct?"

"What? I mean how--"

"How do I know? I don't know..."

Billy sprinted back to the reception room, finding some blank forms amid the piles on the floor. He and his official-looking clipboard were down the hall and into the main exam room like the wind. As he burst through the door, he hoped Kroos did not register his out-of-breath, suspicious-as-hell appearance.

"Forms? You wanted these forms?" Billy gasped, hoping he grabbed the right ones.

"Rocko, you will need to sign these --"

"Now what?" Rocko was lying on his back on the table, a bit embarrassed to be so undressed in front of the surprise addition, then remembered Billy had seen him like this and worse before "how many damn forms I gotta sign?"

"We want everything all legal and above-board, right doc?" Harry also tried to disguise his surprise with Billy's sudden reappearance "Billy just leave them and then get your butt out of here okay?"

"Doc?" Billy went from guilty to innocence in five seconds flat. Not his best record, but with everything he had been through, some allowances should to be made.

"Billy?"

"You want me to stay or leave too?"

"Where is Jimmy?" asked Harry.

"He left" Billy almost looked at the mirror "I mean here. He's still out in the reception room, waiting for..." what? Billy could not think of anything.

"Why don't you --"

"Why don't I stay doc?" Billy was back at his usual position "you know you always need help with... y'know..."

"With what?" Rocko signed the forms and almost jabbed the clipboard into Harry's gut "why you need the kid to stay?"

"Sometimes you need two people" Billy could see Kroos hesitating "c'mon Kroos, you need one guy just to run the machine right?"

"Billy is right" Kroos let out a deep breath "I cannot be here and at the console both."

"I can do it" Harry took his place next to Rocko's table "so the kid can leave."

"You don't know how" Billy tried not to sound like a smart-ass, but Billy was Billy "and I do."

"C'mon Kroos..."

"Billy has done this before, he has assisted before" Kroos rubbed his face "and I could use his assistance..."

Billy almost nodded and smirked at the mirror, but could not see faces behind the mirror like Jimmy could. What he could see was Harry watching him none too pleased.

"I'm watching you kid" Harry conceded.

"Same here" Billy nodded back.

Rocko lay back, a degree more relaxed after reading the release form. No where did he see any reference to surgery or cutting, so he knew his dick was safe for the time being. At worst they would strap some frankenstein device to his skull and zap him with some electrical currents of one kind or another. How that was supposed to improve his sex life he could not imagine. Then he heard Kroos and his deep apprehension returned in spades,

"Harry could you put those straps on our patient, I mean Rocko?"

"STRAPS?" Rocko was up fast "what straps? Whata fuck y'need straps for?" already pushing Harry away.

"Rocko I need for you to lie down and relax again. These straps are for your own safety--"

"He's not kidding Rocko" Billy chimed in "no it's not that! The straps keep you from jumping and flipping around like a coho ya pulled outa the lake okay?"

"What's he talking about?" Rocko looked at Harry closing in.

"You don't wanna be bouncing off the walls when you cum for the fifth or sixth time. Trust me, some dudes in here are like wild animals -- "

"Billy!"

"Well Kroos you explain then."

"What my over-excited assistant is trying to explain" Kroos went over and took Harry's place "is in frequent occasions, the patient does become hyper-sensitive to the procedure and often loses conscious control of his muscular-skeletal system --"

"English doc!" from Harry.

"You need to be secured so you do not hurt yourself. Understand?"

"You tellin me it's that painful? Cause if it is--"

"Not painful Rocko!" Billy chimed in again "unless you think blowing load after load is painful. Besides, a big hardass dude like you look like you can handle it, right Rocko?"

"No pain! I mean it Kroos!"

"I need for you to lie back and relax now. Billy is right; this procedure is not painful. Rather very very stimulating. I can speak from experience."

"What?" Harry jerked his head "you did this too?"

"Of course" Kroos looked at him "how do you think I perfected these modalities" seeing Harry's exasperated look "how do you think I was able to find the right process unless I..."

"But who? I mean how?" Harry did not expect this development.

"Of course Doctor Reynolds assisted the first times..."

"You mean you did this more than once?"

"Now do you believe me when I assure you this is not painful?" placing his hands on Rocko's smooth muscled pecs, almost covering inked designs, but even Kroos' hands were not that big. Rocko felt the nervous contact and exhaled, slowly letting Kroos direct him back onto the table, one eye on Harry for good measure . As much as Kroos was reassuring him, Harry's expression was not having the same effect. Chief Big Shot looked almost scared.

"Very well" Kroos went back to the console, checking the power cord, then began matching up the connecting cables to the various jacks on the console "now will you allow Harry to secure the straps?"

"I mean it doc, this better be what you're sayin it is. This better do -- ooof!" as Harry pulled the strap across his hard warm pecs, the cold leather catching him by surprise. He continued to tighten first one, then the rest of the straps across Rocko's chest and arms, finishing with his wrists. When Rocko was almost immobilized, Kroos swung the footholds into place.

"Hey what are those for?" Rocko tried to lift his head to see what Kroos was doing at the foot of the table. When he felt his right foot lifted into the stirrup he bucked away instinctively "hey!"

"Rocko, these are necessary. Now lift your foot into --"

"Damnit doc! I ain't havin no fuckin baby!"

"That's what they always say!" Billy was busy untangling the leather sheaths destined for Rocko's crotch "man, it's funny every damn guy who--"

"I mean it doc..." Rocko was fighting with Kroos, but his foot was in the stirrup, then his left foot as well "this better not be no..."

"Billy, how are you doing with that?" Kroos was seeing him struggling to get everything unkinked and untangled.

"Ready!" Billy almost winked at the mirror "I can do it if..."

"If you could..." Kroos was at his station behind the console, watching Billy wrestle the first cord like a pro, attaching it to the strap across Rocko's rising and falling chest. As soon as the electrodes were snapped into place Billy gave Kroos a thumbs up, hearing the console buzz to life.

"Hey!" Rocko yelled, thinking the buzzing and humming meant he was about to be zapped into next week "whatta--"

"Relax Rocko..." Billy checked the tightness of the chest strap, then snapped the last contacts into place on the wrist restraints "they're just taking your measurements okay?"

"Don't feel like no --"

"So Rocko..." Billy lowered his voice, raising an eyebrow "where were you last night between the hours of -- "

"Knock it off Billy" Harry replaced his at Rocko's side with the subtlety of a hockey player "this ain't like that."

"Sorry... just wanted to fuck with ya Rocko..."

"Kid kidding or not?" Rocko bent his head forward as much as he could "this thing really... y'know... this some fucked up lie detector?"

"Prior models had been used for interrogation purposes..." Kroos hit a few buttons on the console, starting to record Rocko's vital signs "by less-ethical agencies" giving Harry the briefest glance "but that was before the fall of --"

"Short answer: no. Okay Rocko?" Billy went back to wrestling the various black plastic snakes "it's simple shit like blood pressure, heart rate, stuff like that. Don't let these two spook ya!"

"Fine..." Rocko lay down again, starting to notice the discolorations on the ceiling. He was almost hoping they were cum stains from previous patients. Shit, wouldn't that be too fuckin funny! "so like... y'know... when's the..."

"So far you been 'cooperatin' just fine" Harry stole Billy's seat and plopped his wide ass down, close enough to watch rest of the procedures but behind Rocko's head so that he could not see him "got nothin to worry about..."

"Doc? I got anythin to worry about?" watching Kroos' shape come from behind the console carrying something seriously more frightening that that metal tube. When Rocko felt the cold alcohol pad hit the inside of his arm he almost snapped the leather straps in two "NO!"

"If you could relax Rocko I only need to -- "

"I know what you need! NO NEEDLES DOC!"

"What is the problem? You know I need to obtain some blood for the various tests -- "

"I don't care! I can't stand needles!"

"Relax... this will not hurt" and as soon as Kroos palpated and found the vein, the needle slipping in, Rocko was out like a light.

"Billy?"

"Yeah doc?"

"Some cold water for our patient."

"Can do" but Billy did not head for the sink "don't go anywhere" Billy smiled over at Rocko's limp body "I mean... hang on a minute" and he was out the door. His first destination was the observation room. Once he saw what was going on there, and once he realized all three cases were gone, he went to his last hiding place. The specimen frig at the end of the hall often had a few bottles "chilling" behind the various cups and jugs. Again the dainty squeamish men in blue had left the contents of the frig intact. Billy returned to the exam room waving two bottles with a flourish,

"Ta da!" he held them up, then uncapped one "doc y'forgettin we needed these?"

"Billy where were they?"

"Don't ask" Billy looked at Harry, wanting to say something snide and cutting but decided he had more important issues. Like finding a straw in the second cabinet "kept tellin ya ya need me around here" unwrapping the straw and stuffing it down the neck of the bottle as he brought it over to Rocko who was cracking his eyes open now that Kroos had finished draining his blood.

"W-w-w-w-whatzat?"

"Somethin we give all the little kids after they get jabbed."

"Knock it off!" yeah Rocko was almost back to normal "what is this shit?"

"Drink it please" Kroos had to admit he was depending on Billy now. Without him, he was not sure he could keep this going today. He was going to miss the young man "like my... assistant was trying to tell you, it is -- "

"Geez, it's like a sports drink okay?" Billy was getting impatient with the great big wuss "and it helps ya piss on top of it."

"It is a mild diruetic" Kroos chimed in "and yes it does replace some electrolytes..."

"Don't know what you two are talking about" Rocko lifted his head, Billy even cradling his head as he took a few tentative sips, "but it tastes like shit!"

"Bu works likes a charm" Billy held the bottle as Rocko managed to drain most of it through the bent straw "first class all the way. You want me to fluff your pillow too?"

"Smart-mouth brat" Rocko smirked "but thanks. You are a good little nurse."

"Aim to please, that's my job" Billy glanced once or twice at Rocko's boxers, trying to get Kroos' attention. Sooner or later they would have to go, but Billy decided to let Kroos worry about that part. He went back to his wrestling match with the next set of cables and cords, almost winking at the window: wait'll y'see this next part!

Kroos looked preoccupied, hitting various buttons on the console, typing various commands into the small keypad. Billy could tell the doc was getting more frustrated and angry by the minute, but knew enough to keep quiet.

"Problems?" he heard Harry yell over at them.

"No... not at all" Kroos calmly answered. Billy sidled up next to him.

"Doc? Can I help?"

"No I fear not" Kroos whispered back.

"What's wrong?"

"This machine..." he hit a few more buttons, almost swearing under his breath "was never..." hitting several more, Billy hear the humming pitch change "programmed thoroughly..."

"You mean...?" Billy was a wiz with anything electronic, but even he could tell the machine was not responding to the various commands Kroos kept trying to enter "y'mean all those... it's like erased?"

"Not erased..." Kroos tried something else "they were never there to be erased in the first place."

"So how can you run those... y'know... the thing you do?"

"We will have to..." Kroos hit a flurry of buttons and the display changed again "improvise I fear."

"But...." Billy whispered "won't that... y'know... will it be safe?"

"That is what I have programmed" Kroos wiped his brow "but the various stages of the program... I could not reproduce them with all their complexities -- "

"What's the problem?" this time it was Rocko yelling at the two.

"No problem!" Billy yelled at him "new console remember? Problem with the internal battery, but doc fixed it" seeing Kroos' astonished look "we don't want it going dead on us right at the good part do we?"

"Good part? What 'good part'?" Rocko was moving from nervous to seriously concerned "what the fuck you--"

"All fixed!" Billy yelled, going back to his entangled mess. He made a point of hold up one or two of the cords so Kroos could get his meaning.

"Yes... my assistant is correct..." Kroos hit a few more buttons, then dragged himself away from the console and went over to Rocko, placing his hand on Rocko's right knee "now if you are ready..." but Rocko could feel the sweating palm shaking a bit. Not a good sign, not something to calm Rocko's nerves.

"Problem doc?" Rocko bent his head again, seeing Kroos' expression.

"Well yes... there is..."

"What?!?!?" Rocko tested the stength of the strap across his chest, still not sure it would hold.

"My able assistant here forgot something very important."

"What'd I forget?" Billy held up the untangled cable "I mean..." a bit insulted.

"Rocko... I fear these must go..." Kroos' hand went to the waistband of Rocko's boxers "and my assistant did not obtain them before..."

"Fuck! That's all?" Rocko looked down at them "so how you planning on... " he tried to pulled a foot free of the stirrup but it was strapped in tight "lemme get a foot free."

"Very well" Kroos unbuckled the leg strap, lifting his right foot from the pad. Rocko was a bit surprised when Kroos' hands went back to the waistband of his boxers, starting to tug them down and past his hard muscular glutes. Rocko lifted his butt off the table as his sweaty shorts were pulled down to his thighs.

"Doc... ain't ya gonna like... " tugging at his left foot still strapped in "my other foot?"

"No... we should be fine..." pulling the boxers down the length of his smooth legs, the hard muscles in his thighs and calves rippling as his right foot tugged free of the leg opening, Kroos leaving them tangled around his left foot. Again that multi-colored billboard of a crotch was exposed to the light of day. In spite of all its activities the night before Rocko's dick looked none the worse for wear, the pale skin displaying the tattoos encircling and even running up several inches around the base of his tube. The way he lay the tattoos covering the sides of his exposed glutes gleamed under the lights, the bright colors of the various animals and inscriptions shiny like a page from glossy magazine. The doc was about to replace the free foot in the stirrup when Rocko grunted,

"Doc?"

"Yes?"

"Yer gonna haveta untie the rest of me."

"Why is that?"

"Don't know what y'made me drink" Rocko tried flexing and unflexing his gut muscles "I gotta piss like crazy!"

"Very good...Billy?"

"Yeah?" but he was already beside the table with a jug and a plastic cup "needin these?"

"Hey!" Rocko got a good look at Billy and his accessories "y'don't expect -- "

"Or doc y'want me t'practice catheterizing on this patient too?" enjoying Rocko's eyes almost pop out of his head.

"NO!!!!! NO DON'T YOU FUCKIN --"

"Billy you must try to stop frightening our patients unnecessarily" Kroos used the distraction to get Rocko's foot back in the strap. But the time Rocko caught his breath he was restrained again "Rocko, Billy is only... trying to be funny. Not very funny I agree. I can assume you are quite able to produce a sufficient specimen without such..." pushing Rocko back down on the table "such... extreme tortures."

"No tubes! No tubes up my dick!"

"That will not be necessary... I you can urinate as you are now."

"Damn right I can piss!" Rocko looked around the room, hearing but not seeing Harry "y'hear that Connors? I'm COOPERATING!" only hearing a grunt in response "okay! Unless y'want me flooding your goddamn floor y'better --"

"But first" Kroos held out his hand, Billy smacking the straps into his palm like they had done this before "we need to attach some small..."

"I don't give a fuck! Just hurry unless y'want --" and gave a jolt when he felt someone's hand pinch the base of his cock hard! "ow!!"

"Relax..." he heard Billy over him, his eyes pinched shut as tight, so it must be Billy's hand on his cock? Then he felt something cold and wet being wrapped around his nuts.

"Can you finish?" he heard Kroos' voice, then footsteps padding away from him.

"No sweat" Billy's smaller hand finished closing all the snaps of the leather ball sheath on Rocko's nads, then gave his cock a tug or two "not too tight?"

"Damn..." Rocko grunted through clenched teeth.

"Now just relax..." Billy purred down at Rocko's bent head "I've done this a million times" and his hand again made contact with Rocko's nuts tight with fear. Rocko gave a jolt but had no where to go. He grunted and swore but Billy closed the snaps around his balls with a well-practiced flip and tug. When Rocko felt the gel start to burn his balls he started yelling and swearing. But it was too late. Billy ignored him as he tugged and stretched the sheath around Rocko's soft limp cock, making sure all the contacts lined up with the sweet spots on the underside of that warm tube. It did not take long before the gel started working on Rocko's less-than-sensitive cock. The areas of contact started discoloring and swelling but Rocko's cock overall stayed as limp as before.

"Damnit those muthahs are burnin like shit!"

"All part of the... ride" Billy stepped away from the table, making sure the cords were plugged in to the jacks in the console. He saw Kroos nod at the same time the humming drone from the machine went up an octave or two. He grabbed Rocko's limp dick and folded it forward over his tight encased balls "man... I never..."

"What? You never?"

"I mean..." Billy pointed the head of Rocko's cock into the neck of the jug "usually I don't have to bend -- I mean usually the dude's so boned by this point he can just piss straight up his belly... sorry I don't mean..."

"Fuck you kid..." but it didn't sound as angry as Billy would have expected. Instead he heard the loud metallic rattling of piss hitting the interior of the jug. Man, the poor bastard did have to piss! Billy pinched the head, interrupting the flow, but before Rocko started swearing at him in earnest, Billy had the small plastic cup filled, and the jug back in place. Rocko finished and relaxed his shoulders back down to the table, allowing himself to open his eyes now that he not longer needed to squeeze his bladder tight "shit... y'happy now?"

"Seriously..." Billy set the items aside and looked down into Rocko's face "you are like the first okay? Usually the dude is so boned at this point, he doesn't know if he wants to cum or piss or both!"

"Thanks for the history lesson. Now get that shit outa here before it stinks up the joint!" which Billy did, leaving Kroos to do the real hard lifting now.

"Be right back... doc?" and Billy was out the door.

"Very well Billy, I can do the rest" Kroos came away from the console after checking a few dials, making sure everything was still in "record" mode. When Rocko heard the sound of rubber gloves snapping into place, he groaned,

"No doc not that... please! Can't we... y'know... without..."

"It cannot be avoided, it is as necessary as -- "

"Doc c'mon! I sure as hell don't need no damn rectal-- ooooohhhh!" as Kroos' gloved finger made contact with Rocko's unprotected crack, zeroing in on his tight pucker, the green gel smearing around the ring several times "daaaaaaamnn you..... doc.... doc.... oooooohhhhh" Rocko moaned and squirmed, cursing the straps. As powerful as those hard muscles were, the straps were stronger and held.

"Just relax Rocko...." Kroos' greased finger eased its way past the resistance.

"Not like this... not in front of everyone goddamnit..." and right on cue Billy was back in position next to the table.

"Relax Rocko..." Billy finished unkinking the last connecting cables, stiff with their newness "I seen enough dude's butts not to care okay?" he lied "besides yours ain't all that sexy!"

"What?" Rocko flinched as the finger slid further in. Before he knew it Kroos had pushed in to the knuckle, working the gel in further "damn!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Why the fuck you ask that? You know damn well that hurts!" Rocko winced, his eyes bleary with tears, struggling with the sensation. All he could think about was that one fucked up stupid-as-dirt bastard who tried to fuck him in the showers when he was still in the pen. The bastard got a broken jaw for his effort. But Rocko still remembered that stab of pain when his cock rammed in before he managed to drop him. This finger -- fingers? -- was not as big as that bastard's hard cock but this still hurt like hell. And having the entire Kroos team here breathing in his face was not helping at all!

"I need for you to relax now --"

"Relax? I wanna see you relax with your -- ooohhhh!" as the cool metal end pressed against Rocko's tightening ring.

"If you don't relax this will..."

"You don't gotta ... I mean... damn!" yelling at Kroos applied more pressure.

"Exhale and squeeze out... now!" and Kroos broke through the ring, glad they were not using one of the larger models which Harry's men had seized. Once it was past the ring, it required less pressure to inch it forward.

"Damn... no... no... NO!" Rocko twisted and writhed, trying to force the battering ram back out. But when he felt the same itchy burning start way inside him, he began to buck in earnest. Each time his hips bucked up, Kroos steadied the probe so Rocko had nowhere to go but back down. And each time he came back down, the probe inched in further. When he thought the damn thing was going to come out his mouth he heard Kroos' soothing,

"There, it is in. Are you okay?"

NO! I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY!" Rocko screamed, knowing it would bring Harry over but the only thing he cared about was getting that thing out of him! Now!

"You are doing very well" Kroos made some adjustments to the stirrups holding Rocko's feet in a death grip. He moved some levers under the table, and the attachments holding the stirrups cranked sideways until Rocko's knees were spread apart several feet more. Rocko groaned, his musclebound body not as limber as others who were splayed in this manner. Just when he bent his hips to accomodate the new angle he felt it. Something like a small power drill deep inside his ass!

"What!?!??!" was all he got out before his balls started vibrating in response.

"Just lie back and relax" Kroos was back at the console, watching the display. Several times he had to assume manual control as the jerryrigged program either stuck or ran to its conclusion prematurely.

"Doc you need help?" ever-helpful Billy asked from his spot next to the table. He looked down at Rocko's front, his crotch all wired and starting the slow steady rocking Billy remembered from previous guys under the influence of the stimulations coming from the various electrodes. But something was missing. Billy realized there were no electrodes connected to Rocko's large inked nipples. And he knew there were no more electrodes or cords anywhere. So Billy ever the good helper did the only thing he could; his fingers went up to Rocko's heaving chest, squeezing and rubbing those two blue nubs as best he could.

"No....." Rocko turned his head to glare at Billy "please don't... oh.... oaaaaaahhhhh" as more stimulation went to that weird spot deep inside him, the gel starting to make his reconsider agreeing to any of this "untie me! Don't... no!... leave my nipples alone... no... untie me!" over and over but it was too late. He was caught like the bug in the venus fly trap; enough room to wiggle, not enough to escape. Then Kroos punched in more numbers and the vibrating started along the sheath encircling Rocko's illustrated cock. As Billy's thumbs and forefingers kept up a steady rhythm on Rocko's growing nipples, his eyes traveled down Rocko's front, down to the deeply etched stomach muscles, down to the deep curved troughs below his obliques, down to his spray-painted wall of a pubic bone where the leather straps pulled his balls and dick up and away from his body. Then Billy saw it. Rocko's dick was almost breathing! It swelled one moment then relaxed, like someone was alternating their tightening and loosening grip around the base. But each time it swelled the pinkish-purple head stayed full a little bit longer, like it was almost reluctant to let go of the blood pumping into it. After a minute or two of this Billy could tell it was going down less with each pump, the uncut head filling out more and more. But sideways! Billy leaned closer to make sure he was seeing it correctly. Yes, it was actually getting fatter and fatter, growing thicker but not larger, until the head began to turn a bright red, now more than twice the width of the tube beneath it. When it could grow no more sideways, like it was an overripe tomato threatening to ripe its skin, the damn thing started lengthening! It continued to push up until the bright tight head was as long as it was wide, and kept growing! Billy tried to catch Kroos' eye to alert him to the unexpected effect, but the doc was too busy punching in number after number, keeping the program going, keeping the program from ending at this critical moment.

"Dude!" Billy grabbed Rocko's shoulder "are you okay?"

"W-w-w-whaaaa...." Rocko's eyelids fluttered open "what's happening?"

"Dude, look at your dick!"

With Billy lifting his up slightly, Rocko was able to look down the length of his belly shiny with sweat, until he saw some large red knob on his dick.

"What the fuck! What's that thing on my dick?"

"Dude, that IS your dick!"

"WHAT?!?!?" and that was loud enough to get Kroos' attention. He hit a few buttons, keeping the program in a pause mode, and came over to see what the two were gazing at with shock.

"Rocko are you okay?" Kroos checked the sheath, thinking his cock was caught in some deadly tourniquet-like grip. But the thin shaft was still loose in the leather restraint. He yanked his fingers away with the shock.

"Doc?" Billy saw the quick jerk "what happened?"

"I... I gave myself a shock... is all..." Kroos looked at Billy's fingers return to Rocko's pecs "Billy?"

"What?"

"Does that... are you fingers tingling?"

"Well... duh!"

"No... I mean... are you feeling the electrical signals through your fingers?"

"I guess so, why?"

"Is it not painful?"

"Not bad... I guess" Billy was not going to admit his fingers were stinging like hornets were attacking them again and again, but what this was doing to his dick was far and away well worth the bother. Once or twice his protruding lump bumped into the metal side of the table. After that he made sure to lean back as far as he could. He was not about to have his dick fly to pieces in a shower of sparks right now "it kinda tingles is all..."

"I need for you to make sure this is not too tight" indicating the sheath around Rocko's cock, pointing but not touching. When he returned to the console Billy's right hand gave a loose grab around the thin shaft. Then Billy felt the tingling running from the hand around Rocko's cock through his arms and back to the other hand still on Rocko's left nipple. Rocko gave a lurch as well. Billy did something but had no idea what. All he knew was that his grip around Rocko's dick helped to support the increasing weight of that still-swelling red cockhead, much too large for the shaft. Then Billy's fingers felt the shaft begin to tighten as the current between his two hands went right to Rocko's crotch. As Billy began to loosen his grip, Rocko's cock began to swell to fill the opening.

"Dude... you really wanna see this" Billy rubbed Rocko's nipple a bit roughly to get his attention. Rocko opened his eyes and bent his head forward. Then his eyes opened wide!

"MutherFUCK!" staring back at his was some obscene caricature of his own cock. Except this one was almost twice the size and what the hell was happening to his dickhead? It looked to be as big as his goddamn fist! At first he panicked, thinking it would be damaged or worse by all the internal pressure, all the blood pumping into his cock, pushing the skin out to a tightness he had never seen before. He wanted to scream to make them stop but it slowly dawned on him this did not hurt! His cock was filling out to the breaking point and it fucking did not hurt! What did hurt was what that damn thing inside his butthole was doing to some sensitive spot inside him. Yeah, he knew there was something inside that guys getting fucked swore was the best feeling in the world. Like he would believe any dumbfuck stupid enough to take a dick up their butt! Right!

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Billy's hand left the dangerously hard cock and grazed his tight encircled balls. There was a brief zap! as Billy's fingers made contact with the wrinkled flesh, and as fast he yanked his hand away.

"Oooooof!" Rocko jerked as well with the shock. Then he said something Billy would never have imagined "do that... do that again."

"What!?!?!"

"My balls.... zap my balls again."

"You nuts?"

"Yeah... my nuts..." so Billy did as asked. For some reason the shock was not as strong -- was he bracing himself? -- but Rocko's hips bucked again. And then Billy noticed something none of them could see. The tip of Rocko's cock burped a small drop of cloudy liquid! The dude was cumming!

"Again!" Rocko barked.

"Rocko... doesn't it hurt?"

"Again damnit!" so Billy banged his palm against the underside of Rocko's scrotum. And again Rocko's cock erupted another drop of cum!

"Dude..." Billy felt his own cock swelling and throbbing, watching what was happening right in front of him. He almost wanted to slam his cock against the table, damn the consequences. But something told him to hold off. But still it felt like his own cock was getting real insistent about getting some attention "Rocko... damn..."

"Again" Rocko groaned.

"Dude..." Billy lowered his voice "your dick... y'know it's like spitting out drops of cum, right?"

"What!?!?!" Rocko's eyes flew open again, his neck almost snapping as he tried to bend forward as far as he could. The kid was not lying; his overly swollen cock had a bead or two of cum hanging from the end. As he watched the two beads slid together and fell off the lip of the bright red crown, landing somewhere on his belly he could not see "but... but..."

"Doc c'mere y'gotta see this!"

"What is it Billy?"

"Rocko's cumming--"

"But I'm not" Rocko interrupted "it don't feel like I'm..."

Kroos hit a few buttons, one of which Billy hoped was the "pause" button, before he joined the group standing around Rocko's naked display. He had to elbow Harry out of the way to see for himself what Billy was trying to describe. He brought a glass slide to Rocko's smooth belly, scooping up some of the pearly white goo, looking around for the microscope. Of course it was seized along with most of his equipment. All Harry could do was shrug and raise his hands denying his obvious responsibility. So Billy did his own test -- he tasted it!

"Yup doc, it's cum all right."

"Billy you should not have -- "

"But I did okay?"

"Hey what about me" Rocko squirmed on the table trying to get comfortable. But how could he get comfortable with the probe still in him and his enlarged genitals bound tight with the restraints "untie me fuck! Okay already!"

Billy started to loosen the wrist straps but Kroos' strong hands stopped him,

"Rocko, I suspect this is only a paltry preable to --"

"English doc!"

"Rocko, what you experienced, what you are experiencing, is only the preliminary stages. Because of the machine's settings, what occurred in an accidental --"

"What the doc's tryin t'say" Billy re-fastened the wrist strap "is like... dude, that was only like y'know... a premature ejaculation okay?"

"Premature what?" Rocko's head jerked forward again. At this rate he would have a bad case of whiplash before the day was over "I don't have no premature whatever-ya-call-m's okay? How the fuck'm I supposed to have premature whatevers if I can't even get it up?"

"Which is what we are going to discover" Kroos was back at the console, typing in more commands, faster and faster. Billy even whistled at his speed, and was about to made some comment about the doc's typing skills when Harry opened his big fat mouth,

"So doc..." he gave Billy a nervous guilty glance "if that damn machine can make someone like Rocko here start burping jizz just like that..." looking around the room "what can it do... y'know... for a regular guy...?"

"Like you?" Billy wanted to steer him away from any ideas of getting Billy on that table next "don't look at me!"

"Well... I mean... what I'm askin is... what happens when someone ain't got... y'know problems like Rocko here?"

"I ain't got no -- aaaahhhh!" Rocko felt the oscillating currents return to his increasingly sensitive areas down there. He closed his eyes and lay as still as possible, afraid to watch his dick in case it looked even worse than before. He could not say that thing up his ass was less uncomfortable, only he was getting more more used to what it was doing. Then he felt it vibrating against that same spot inside him again. But this time the effect was worse! Suddenly his bladder felt full and ready to explode!

"Stop!" Rocko yelled "stop it!"

"What? What's wrong?" Billy was next to him watching the show close up and personal. During the interim Rocko's cock barely decreased in size, the red tomato head shrinking a bit in girth, the inked tube of his dick collapsing the most. But with the return of the current the head kept the same shape while it was the neck to show the most dramatic reaction this time. Billy's first reaction was to check the sheath when Rocko started protesting "is this too tight now?"

"NO!" Rocko yelled, so Billy yanked his hand away, guessing the small zap from his hand was what angered him. Or else the dude was still unhappy with guys like Billy grabbing at his meat "I gotta... I gotta..."

"Y'gonna cum again?" Harry asked, his eagerness a bit too obvious.

"I gotta piss! Fast!"

"Can do!" Billy looked around for another pitcher but realized they were all gone. Or in use. Time to improvise, he thought "doc we don't need no more specimens do we? Y'know, like the sterile ones?"

"No, but we should have some sample..."

"Got it!" Billy went to the second drawer and found a clear plastic pouch someone might have used for irrigating or such. He brought it over to Rocko's shiny stomach rippling with colored muscles then realized the problem. How to connect it to Rocko's cock?

"Harry?"

"What?"

"You maybe... got any rubbers on you?"

"WHAT?!?! Are you crazy?"

"C'mon, I ain't old enough remember? But I'm guessin a guy your age always carries one with them --"

"Knock it off! I'm a married man! I don't have reason t'be..."

"C'mon okay? It's important. Like I'm gonna tell your wife or something!"

"What y'need it for?"

"I just do okay? C'mon hurry before Rocko here floods the room! Y'don't wanna be standin in his piss all day do you?"

"Fuck no..." Harry gave Kroos a nasty look: you're gonna pay for this! Before Billy said anything worse he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Sure enough, among the folded bills there was a small square metal packet. He tossed it at Billy who grabbed it out of the air with ease. He had it open and the uncurled over Rocko's fat dickhead before Harry's wallet was back in his pocket. The loose reservoir at hung off the end then Billy reached down and before anyone could stop him bit off the tip, spitting it onto the floor. He reached behind him and found some tape on his carefully prepared tray, seeing the scissors lying there. He chuckled as a wrapped the opening of the plastic bag around the end of Harry's rubber, one hand trying to keep contact with Rocko's vertical shaft, the less zaps for either of them the better.

"Okay dude, let it rip."

"What?" Rocko tried to look down at himself, feeling more than seeing what Billy's hands were doing to his dick. Feeling that rubber unroll over the end of his dick was like something out of the distant past, from those happy days before prison when he was getting all the pussy he wanted. Man, he almost kept the condom industry in business all by himself! So when he felt that stretchy rubber unroll over his swollen head he almost lost it right then, but was not sure if he was imagining those little shocks from the contact with Billy's hands or not. It was almost enough to keep him from pissing himself too soon. So when Billy told him to let it go he tried to open the floodgates, but nothing happened. All he could do was lie there with this kid's hand grabbing his pole, and that damn thing inside him torturing his bladder. Talk about pure torture!

"Do it Rocko... go ahead and piss."

"I... I... it's not working."

"Lemme help" and Billy's other hand pressed against Rocko's belly. As soon as Rocko felt that hand zap him in the gut, something happened to short-circuit what was going on inside his butt. And it felt like he was cumming. And cumming. And cumming!

"Yeah... that always does the trick" Billy held the rubber in place, seeing a slight leak where his taping skills were not the best, but overall the bag was filling with Rocko's yellow piss, his hardon practically vibrating with the urgency of the flow. But the way Rocko's belly was spasming, Billy could only imagine the feelings rushing through his body at that moment. If it was anything like what was happening in his own crotch it must be out of this world!

"I'm cumming I'm cumming" Rocko gasped again and again.

"Relax Rocko, you're just pissin is all."

"NO! I'm... unghghngh!" Rocko groaned and arched his hips as high as they could go. Billy felt that hot tube of flesh spasming in his grip so he yanked the rubber from lollipop end of Rocko's dick. Which was just enough stimulation to that hyper-stimulated area to cause it to give another throb and a white glob of cream burped out and onto Billy's fist. Billy yanked his hand away, knocking the fluid-filled bag off the table for his effort, as Rocko's upright dick lurched again and again, each time an additional bead of cum emerged from the opening, coating the head with a translucent shiny glaze.

Billy was too busy retrieving the bag from the floor before it spilled its content everywhere to notice the slight bluish-violet glow starting to form all over Rocko's lower torso. But he did hear Harry yell,

"What the fuck is that?"

"What?" Kroos finally looked up from the console "oh my god!" which Billy assumed was his reaction to the red light blinking next to the intercom. Someone was signaling them from the reception area. Billy freaked!

"Someone's here!" Billy yelled and flew out of the room "I mean -- someone -- Jimmy -- I mean out front!" and he was through the door, oblivious to the loud commotion behind him.

Billy sprinted down the hall, no longer paranoid about alerting anyone's attention, throwing open the reception room door, furious at that minnow's ineptness,

"Damnit Baby what the fuck!" but Billy almost fell backwards when he saw who stood there. He expected to see Jimmy and that weird John guy. Instead standing in front of him, looking almost as shocked and equally angry was one of the Chief's finest men in blue! And with him was an equally familiar, equally unexpected guest!

"What the fuck you doing here?" from all three at once, the cop's language even more colorful.

"You! Billy Herms! How the goddamn you get the fuck in here y'little bastard?"

"Hey watch it!" from John "Bigfoot" trying to recover from the shock as well. Like Rocko an hour or so before, he had come here straight from the lock-up once his odd release was secured. And like Rocko before him, the front wheel of his car had barely entered the parking lot before he was spotted and detained by the cops. No amount of explaining or persuading helped him avoid a comfortable spot in the backseat of their squadcar. A half-hour or so of "expert debate" kept John out of cuffs but not free from the officers' intimate company. Only when John decided to go for broke, sharing certain details of Chief of Police Harry Connors' presence in the upstairs office, bits of conversation and such which almost caused Officer James Larson to reach right through the grill and throttle the truth out of this guy. He wanted to arrest him -- again! -- right then and there for espionage at least, but his partner convinced him this was not some box-office thriller, they were not in a movie, and besides had he forgotten the Chief's direct orders to back the fuck off! Larson was not convinced; this guy was raising the hairs on the back of his neck in a most unsettling way. Even if meant another ass-chewing from the Chief, he wanted to make sure this guy was not as much of a threat as he appeared. As he sounded.

Larson dragged John from the car and up the stairs, threatening him with all the physical damage his one-eighty black-belt frame could manage without breaking a sweat if he did not keep his mouth shut and let him do the talking for a change. So when John followed him up the stairs and through the still-unlocked door into the reception area, it looked like Officer Larson had things under control. But there was no one there, which caused Larson to rethink a thing or two. So when John reached under the desk and found the desk phone and just as casually hit the "star-number" keys, as casually as if he worked there, Larson felt himself loose control of the situation. He was about to yank the phone and John across the room when the door opened. The both expected Harry; they got instead a very shocked Billy.

"Billy Herms, this time you ARE under arrest!" Officer Larson grabbed the kid, despite John's protests.

"For what?" Billy tried to pull away but was outmuscled to say the least. Even his best wrestling moves did not help him much against this guy "no! stop! I work here! Like I told you!" as the cuffs went click! click! on his wrists.

"Let him go! He does work here!" John tried to intervene, only to get an elbow to his gut for his trouble.

"You sure know a fucking lot about all this" Larson held onto Billy like the promotion he was. Catching the kid trespassing on a crime scene, well a potential crime scene nonetheless, was an ironclad charge Larson could make stick. A well-timed feather in his cap, if he did say so himself "keep it up and you're next."

"Let him go. We're here to see Connors, remember?"

"No!" Billy yelled still pinned against the wall.

"Too late for that kid -- " and if there was one thing Larson wanted, it was to get this kid out of here as fast as possible. Just his luck the kid and Harry were exchanging notes.

"I mean no! you can't see him now."

"And why's that?" what did you tell him? If you told him about the conversation in the car last night, I will personally make you regret it!

"He's... he's just busy right now, okay?"

"Busy where?" I gotta find him before this kid does.

"In...in there... but he's with..." shut up Billy, he yelled at himself.

"With...?" John did not know who, but he knew what. Whatever they were doing in there, it was setting off every signal he could receive. If they had turned on the city air-raid siren, it could not have been more obvious. John could hear the signal as soon as was withing blocks of the building. And sitting in the back seat of the squadcar, unable to do anything to get closer to what he just knew was going on in there, only made this situation more desparate. So he had to get himself in that office one way of the other, even if it meant telling this dumbass cop more than was healthy for him. Now seeing the kid from last night again, the one he expressly told to stay away from all these dangerous developments, and with waves upon waves of the vibrations practically shaking the air around them, the semi-audible humming coming from somewhere just beyond that door, all the pieces were falling into place for him. He stood on the lip of the volcano, knowing one more step and he would be sommersaulting down into the crater. But the allure, the scent of this was more than he dared refuse. Let that cop try to stop him!

"I'm going in" John announced, sliding past Larson who had his hands full with Billy, grabbing the doorknob and just like that he was in! He had broken through the barrier and had entered the last barrier to the reactor core, the air sweet with ozone. The lump in his pants gave a lurch as he stood there in the hallway looking left and right. In a second or two Larson and Billy were behind him none too quiet.

"This way" Billy grunted, half-dragging Larson to the right.

"No Billy, nice try" and John turned left. The two had to follow, struggling and twisting as one. John made it to the door first, hesitating if he should push the two in ahead of him. But it was too late for that. Once he went through the door, the last barrier passed, he and the volcano would be one. He tried to shield his eyes and he lunged through the door, afraid the blue light would be blinding, afraid he would be killed where he stood!

"Billy!" Kroos yelled when he heard someone come through the door. He looked up and it was not Billy. When he saw who it was he fell away from the console, knocking several trays to the floor with a loud metallic clang, like so many alarm bells going off full blast.

Harry turned from Rocko at the same moment, not seeing Billy, instead seeing a familiar face from the night before, but here? Now? Before he could yell out, Larson pushed Billy through the door as well, everyone looking at everyone, the loud bangs from the trays echoing through the room. It was Rocko who broke the stunned silence,

"What happened? Who's here?"

Everyone tried talking at once, Harry flying over to Larson and Billy as furious as he was shocked. There was an avalanche of loud words exchanged, including Billy's protesting his arrest, claiming his right to be there, screaming at Harry to help him. Kroos was yelling at everyone to get out! Everything was upsetting his treatment, everyone was ruining everything! But John Bigfoot only floated closer and closer towards Rocko on the table, his eyes running back and forth between Rocko's crotch, along the length of the various cords to the console, and back with almost religious awe. He wanted to approach the holy grail of the machine but Kroos was blocking him, almost trying to hide it behind his wide frame like it was his guarded secret. But for the time being John was overwhelmed just standing over Rocko, seeing the straps and devices, the sheaths and above all the state of his genitals as a result of this, his hard ballooned cock shiny with cum, his tattooed pubes bright with even more cum, everywhere the telltale smears of cum, everywhere the pungent scent of cum, and ozone and more! And the slowly fading bluish glow hanging in the room, most concentrated at Rocko's crotch! John took several deep breaths of the charged air, trying not to faint.

"Kroos what have you done...?" John managed to gasp out, his eyes roaming back and forth, Rocko, the console, back and forth.

"John what are you doing here? How do you..."

"Kroos you are now broadcasting like a beacon. I could feel it blocks away! Do you know what you have done?"

Kroos left his position protecting the machine when he assured himself John would not lunge at it. To destroy it? To throw himself on it like some funeral pyre? He knew not what. But the way all the blood was leaving John's face forced him to come closer, as if to grab him before he blacked out and collapsed to the floor.

"Harry!" Kroos yelled as he grabbed John, feeling him begin to collapse like a bag of wet cement, a bearhug around the big guy and he went down. Harry turned from screaming at Larson, seeing the two going down for the count, and was over there fast. The two of them got John to the hard floor without hitting his head, passed out cold.

"Billy quick! Find the --"

"Doc! They got me handcuffed!" Billy yelled back.

"Damn you!" Harry and Kroos both yelled at him, Harry grabbing the key from Larson once Kroos had John flat on the floor. Billy's cuffs were unlocked almost as fast as Billy then sprinted for the cabinet, throwing open the doors until he found what he needed. He had the capsule under John's nose fast. Kroos took it from his trembling semi-numb fingers and snapped it open, the air filling with the acrid smell. John gave a cough or two and his eyes flickered open. The first word he groaned was "Rocko!"

"Relax... you had quiet a shock" Kroos was already taking his pulse, then checking his chest and neck "you passed out."

"Rocko! You must unhook him!"

"Hey!" Rocko yelled hearing his name "what the fuck's going on?!?!"

But Billy was already on his feet, pulling the cords free of Rocko's electrodes, unsnapping all the sheaths from his balls and dick. For good measure he eased the metal tube free of Rocko's red sore asshole, Rocko groaning and bucking with either pain or relief.

Officer Larson stood frozen, his ears ringing with the screams and insults hurled at him, with everyone yelling, watching helpless as John tumbled to the floor like so much dead meat, his eyes bouncing around the room failing to take it all in. Any attempt to get the Chief aside to talk to him -- to tell him what the kid told him was so much bull! -- was swamped by everything else going on around him, like some three-ring circus from hell. But what he could not take in, what he would not let himself look at, was the huge tattooed dude on the table, looking very very different from the guy he almost arrested earlier. At least he assumed it was the same guy; he dared not look closer to make sure. He was slowly backing away from this scene of naked carnage, his hand reaching behind him trying to locate the doorknob, desparate to put as much distance as he could between this room and himself, even if it meant cutting off his foot caught in the trap, anything to free himself from this. His hand finally made contact with the cold metal of the knob when he heard,

"You are going nowhere Larson" from Harry. He was helping unstrap Rocko from the table, and only turned in time to see his brave officer trying to slip away "you park your ass right there. You walk out that door and I'll have you stripped of your badge so fast it'll make your head spin."

"My head's spinning already" he heard himself say before everything started swimming around him. This time it was Harry who got him to the floor without any damage. And this time Billy's hands were steady enough to uncrack the capsule under Larson's nose. Kroos was there when he came to again, his pulse weak but recovering as he lay there, catching his breath, seeing all these distorted faces looming down at him.

"W-w-w-what happened...?" he tried to sit up but Kroos's hands on his shoulders kept his flat.

"Now you see what is happening?" John was on his feet, shaky but vertical "Kroos are you getting the picture now?"

"What is happening? No I do not understand..."

"You understand" John's face joined the others staring down at Larson "you understand very well. But you will not let yourself believe."

"Believe? Believe what?"

"Yeah, what the fuck's he talking about?" Harry got off his knees, going back to Rocko who was trying to get off the table "Kroos you understand this guy?"

"Yes... I fear I do..."

"Will somebody fuckin tell us all what the fuck is going on?" Rocko burst out. Once his feet were on the ground, once he was standing and the blood was not pounding in his ears he felt better. He felt like a ridiculous naked cum-splattered piece of vulnerable lab-rat, but better. Maybe. And now he was pissed "what the fuck just happened here?"

"Last night!" John was over to him in three quick steps, almost shaking him by his wide hard shoulders "last night!"

"What about it? Yeah I saw your sorry ass there--"

"Last night" John repeated again, this time shaking him for good measure "did you cum last night?"

"What the fuck's business--"

"I mean it!" shaking his shoulders again. Normally Rocko would have made short work of anyone stupid enough to grab him like that but Rocko was still getting his head screwed back on "when was the last time you came?"

"Like it's none of your fuckin business" Rocko grabbed the guy back, but did not give his the push that would send him across the room "but thirty seconds ago okay?"

"No, before that" Kroos came over, worried he may have to step between them "John may be right."

"About what?"

"Rocko, when?"

"Fuck... okay... a while, okay?"

"Not last night?"

"Fuck no" glancing at Kroos "not that you weren't tryin!"

"He is right" Kroos looked at John "he never had an orgasm. At least when I was... "

"When I had my dick down your throat, y'mean."

"So how long has it been since...?"

"What the fuck business is -- "

"Rocko, it is our business now. Has it been longer than several days?" Kroos had his hand on Rocko's shoulder, amazed at the heat still radiating from him.

"Days?" Rocko gave out a loud bitter grunt "more like--"

"Weeks?" John asked.

"Fuck...."

"You mean it has been several weeks?" Kroos waved John's question away.

"Yeah 'several' is one way to put it."

"Rocko, answer me. When was the last time you experienced an orgasm?"

"Fuck fuck fuck... okay? Doc it's been like... almost a goddamn year! Okay? Y'happy now?" glaring at John "OKAY!?!"

"Just as I feared" John stepped away from the two, taking in Billy trying to help Larson to his feet "Kroos what are we going to do about him?"

"Officer Larson?" Harry turned to him as well.

"Yes sir?"

"Call in and report. You are off-duty as of this moment" Harry glared at him "if you weren't already."

"What about--"

"Tell Kelly to return to the station. He's off-duty as well pending -- "

"But!"

"Do it. Now."

"Yes sir" and Larson opened the door.

"Right here. I estimate I can't trust you outa my sight!"

"Yes sir..." he went over to a distant corner of the room and called in, first to the car outside, then to the station. The worst part was getting this dressing-down in front of these fuckin civvies! And a bunch of weird fags to boot! Not that he would ever say anything out loud to any of them, but the anger still burned deep inside him. And showing weakness, fainting like goddamn girl in front of them! man that just made him hate them all the more!

"We may need you here" John looked at Larson "and that goes for you two as well" he announced to the mirror.

"What?!?!" from around the room, loudest being Billy.

"I know you're there. You may as well join us here. It's too late now to hide."

"Who the fuck you talkin to?" Harry directed Larson to cool his ass in the chair next to him, then came over to John. Whatever he was up to, Harry was going to a real good eye on this one "y'seein ghosts now?"

"Jimmy?" Billy turned to the mirror as well "if you're there, better do it. He's right. This is all fucked up now."

"Well yes and no" John waved the mirror to come in. They did not have long to wait before they heard the door open. Sure enough, there was a very red-faced Jimmy. Right behind him was the other John.

"You!" Kroos yelled, not sure whether to be glad or angry "you came here? How did--"

"Doc, you're in the book, remember?"

"But now? Why today?"

John looked around the room, then his eyes settled on John Bigfoot "got this weird feelin in my gut you're the one to answer Kroos' questions. You know about this too, don't you?"

"Well if you're here too, I guess that means it's time."

"The time is near?" John asked.

"The time is near" John Bigfoot answered, his worst suspicions now confirmed.

"What are two talkin about?" Harry looked back and forth between them "this some fuckin Masonic shit or somethin?"

"Not exactly" they both answered simultaneously. The gave each other a humorous glance before their faces became serious again "it involves the visions..."

"What the fuck you talkin about?" Harry looked at Kroos "you part of this nuthouse?"

"Yes..." Kroos looked at Billy and Jimmy, both of their faces a study in shock and deep dread.

"Fuck..." Billy stepped away from Jimmy "I thought it was just me!"

"Not you too kid!" Harry did not know which of these guys was more nuts.

"I thought it was just me! I thought it was... because..." he looked at Jimmy, then Larson, telling himself it was too late to worry about outing himself now "because of all the sex shit I was getting involved in here. I thought it was just me and my sex-crazed brain making all this shit up! Like that evening we..." he looked at Kroos "I won't tell names but I got so wound up I didn't know if any of it was real! I thought I was just imagining it with the Coach-- fuck!" he slapped his hand over his mouth, then remembered who was there last night in uniform, not worried about everyone seeing him screwing Kroos for all to see "okay you're right it's too late for secrets now. But we were so into the sex shit" Jimmy's face was almost a carbon copy of Larson's "I thought I was hallucinating! I even convinced myself it was that damn stuff you made me drink -- like you did today" looking at Rocko.

"Doc you give me drugs before?" Rocko tried to be pissed. But deep down inside he was almost hoping all this shit was just because the good doc was dosing his patients with some drug.

"Kroos what's in those bottles?" Harry chimed in "because you know anything's gonna come out when the crime lab analyses those things. Then all the diplomatic immunity in the world ain't gonna--" this time it was his turn to shut his mouth. Kroos' status was not something he wanted to broadcast to this group. Especially that Larson sitting over there.

"Fuck doc" Rocko found an towel and started cleaning himself up, some of his clarity returning "first y'give me that Viagra" holding up his hand "why else you think I could pull this shit off last night" looking around the room, getting ready to wag his limp dick at them for emphasis. But his dick was still full, pointing to the side and angled half-way to the floor, gravity pulling at the red swollen mushroom head "then what? Viagra and worse in your 'sports drink' too?"

"No!" it was Billy coming to Kroos' defense "there ain't no drugs in that!" but seeing Kroos' frown "are there?"

"Yes there were... there are" he looked at Harry "your lab will be able to isolate various components besides the diuretic."

"Like what?"

"You know there are certain electrolytes in that mixture which increase the sensitivity to the various electronic signals --"

"No wonder I felt like I was lighting up like a goddamn christmas tree!" Rocko tossed the towel, looking around for his clothes. He found his stained boxer shorts on the floor behind the table still warm from his ordeal.

"That explain the blue light?" Harry spilled it out "that too?"

"No..." Kroos bit his lip, looking at the two Johns "I do not understand...why..."

"Kroos you do..." John Bigfoot added, trying to remain calm, trying to keep them all calm "but you won't admit to it. Like I wouldn't at first admit to it. Like I'm thinkin you too" looking at the other John "until today. So what did bring you here today? Unless you also heard the signal?"

"The what?" from around the room.

"Yes..." John rubbed his hands over his face, reminding himself this was real, this was really happening "yes... yesterday..." looking at Kroos "when I saw you and Joel..."

"That fuckin bastard" from Jimmy "it's all his fault..."

"No!" from John "he played his hand, and if it weren't for his... extreme and careless actions... none of this would have happened. Don't ever forget that!"

"Fuckin wish I could" Jimmy plopped his big butt down in a chair next to Larson "relax. I ain't gettin in your face."

"Chief?" Larson raised his chin "why exactly am I here? What do you still need from me?"

"I don't know... lemme think... lemme think" Harry ran his hand through his thinning hair "this is all happening too fast."

"Yes that's a common complaint now" John looked at John Bigfoot "what is your name?"

"John..."

"No... your real name."

"What?" from several directions, loudest from Billy this time.

"Very well..." looking at Kroos, then Harry "I imagine this will all come out sooner or later. My name is John, actually Johns, first name Alex" still seeing no reaction from Harry "on current assignment from OHC" waving him down "among others. At least I was... until..." looking at Kroos "until I got wind of what was going on here. At first I was assigned to investigate certain transplanted practices and ex-military technologies being smuggled out of former Eastern Bloc" looking at Kroos "countries, under the ruse of medical procedures..."

"I fuckin knew it!" Billy slapped his thigh "Kroos! You're a fuckin spy!"

"Not exactly!"

"That explains it!" Billy looked at John, noticing something was different "why your arm is suddenly fixed. You ain't wearing that cast now are you? What was it, a fuckin hi-tech camera or something?"

"I remember it too!" Jimmy looked at him "what kinda bullshit is this?"

"You are right, my arm was never broken" John looked at Jimmy "but that does not change what -- "

"And you! Kroos, are you even a real doctor?" Billy's eyes started tearing up "was any of this real? What we did? What happened between --"

"Yes Billy" putting his arm around him for support "I am a fully licenced physician. I am as real a doctor as..." holding him by his shoulders "as all of that was real."

"But I know I imagined some of that!" Billy wiped away a tear, glaring at Jimmy to say boo! "some of that could NOT have been real!"

"I fear it was all too real" Kroos looked at him, then at Jimmy "and apparently too much for someone as young as you... and you! to handle. Which is why I believe these two should leave" indicating Billy and Jimmy "if we are to discuss this further."

"No fuckin way!" Jimmy lept to his feet "not after what you put me through earlier! Not after what you promised!"

"Let it go Baby!" Billy was already collecting their jackets "this ain't the time!"

"I ain't budgin until..." he looked around the room, settling on John-Alex last "not after what you said to me last night! Well you're right! You're so fuckin right it took me all along to figure out how fuckin right you were! Okay? Okay you win!" Jimmy tossed his jacket back at Billy, then pulled his shirt over his head "and I'm staying right here until all this goes down. Got it?" and off came his shoes flying across the room "I saw it okay?" pointing at Rocko, or rather his cock, then at the mirror "we both saw it" daring John to contradict him "and yeah we even saw that blue light shit! And man when I saw that I thought I was trippin!" glaring at Kroos as he unbuckled his belt "and no you can't tell me it was that damn bottle I drank" glaring at Billy, then cracking a smile "I know what I saw!" looking back at John "I know what we BOTH saw!" off came the pants and briefs in a final quick shove "and it was as real as the nose on my face! As the dick on that Rocko there!" Jimmy folded his big arms over his bigger chest, stamping down on the clothes underfoot for emphasis "so unless you want my dad and his goons swarming all over this joint!" seeing the panic on Kroos' and Harry's face "yea! jus what I thought! Those renta-cops ain't part of your little international conspiracy! And the last thing y'want is for them to come in here now and upset all your bullshit right now -- upset this little game of bareass chess!" turning to John-Alex "all you bastards been playing with our lives! E-fucking-Nuff!"

Even Larson was too shocked to respond. Everyone, Rocko included, just stood or sat where there were, not sure what to do or say to this naked kid.

After a pause of what seemed like hours, John-Alex came over to him and placed his arm around Jimmy's hot bare shoulders,

"Anyone... anyone who dared called this brave person Baby Huey" glancing at Billy very briefly "totally underestimated the courage and determination of this amazing man, not young man, but man!"

Jimmy almost feared they would break into applause. Somehow that would diminish what he had done, this act of pure defiant "fuckyou!" to the whole world. Before anyone could react to John-Alex's little speech, Jimmy strode over to the table and threw himself on it. He even had his feet in the stirrups before John-Alex said something.

"I'm sorry Jimmy... this is not the moment."

"What?" he turned his head, but stayed put "like hell it ain't!"

"I am serious Jimmy" John-Alex came over to him "your turn will come--"

"Fuckin right it will! Right now!" try to budge me so much as an inch I dare ya!

"You turn will come... today..." John placed his hand on Jimmy's large smooth chest, soothing and reassuring "but first... someone else must do this."

"Who?" Jimmy's eye shot fire "you?"

"No" he gave a small chuckle towards Kroos "as much as I do look forward to my turn as well. But I probably disqualified myself as did you" patting his chest.

"Why? I didn't disqualify myself!"

"We both did I suspect" John looked around the room "as did most of us."

"What? How?" from around the room.

"All right, let me explain" he looked at Kroos then Rocko "and for that I'll need the help of you two."

"Of course" from Kroos and "why me?" from Rocko.

"Rocko... in your own words... what just happened to you before... "nodding at the table occupied by the immovable object Jimmy "there."

"You want me to tell you... but you saw it!"

"In your own words..."

Rocko looked around at all these strangers, then picked out Larson,

"Fine. But he goes."

"He may need to stay" John-Alex motioned Larson to sit back down! "and I'll explain why as soon as you tell us about your experience."

"Doc?"

"Perhaps I can explain some..." Kroos looked at John "as some of you may or may not know, we have developed a certain modality for the purposes of -- "

"Fuck! I better tell'm before you put them to sleep!" Rocko interrupted "two of these dudes already had one nap already. Okay, I came here today cause of problems with this" giving the pouch of his boxers a shake "like I said, the last time this thing shot a load was months, I mean months! ago okay? And like it was getting to the point I couldn't even get it up" hearing a short guffaw from the back where Larson was sitting "yeah, exactly! Big fuckin musclestud with the limp dick! Big fuckin joke okay? Last night -- with a little help from Viagra -- I got it up just fine. So I knew it wasn't like completely broken or shit okay? And havin the doc's mouth on my hard dick -- oh knock it off! you were there!" glaring at a series of faces "I ain't tellin ya anythin y'don't already know" looking back at Larson "except for that hothead back there."

"Don't worry about him" Harry shot a look at Larson "if he knows what's good for him, nothing leaves this room. We clear on that Officer?"

"Clear as crystal... sir" Larson narrowed his eyes.

"Good, glad we understand each other. You were saying" looking back to Rocko.

"Yeah... like I was saying...." looking at Jimmy and Billy "y'sure they're old enough for this?"

"Too old" Billy rolled his eyes "and too brave" nodding at Jimmy.

"Keep going" from Jimmy, with a slight shove to Rocko's inked shoulder. Man, I must be brave, he told himself, punching a dude like this!

"So yesterday the doc told me to drop by the office today for a... for an exam. Of course that was before all hell broke loose last night thanks to Chief of fuckin Police Connors here" waiting for the reaction but Harry just nodded back "so when for no reason they start releasing all of us -- like our bails are our posted or charges are being 'reviewed' or something" again the nod from Harry "I decide to drop by this place. Shit, more t'see if it's still standing than anything! That's when Officer Friendly over there--"

"Tell us about what happened here" John looked at John-Alex "what we thought we saw in this room with you on the table."

"On MY table" Jimmy settled in.

"We gave Rocko here a thorough screening" Kroos started.

"As thorough as we could with half our stuff missing" Billy added.

"You mean there's more? There's other stuff even more -- "

"For one y'didn't get the electrodes on your nipples" Billy interrupted again.

"What?" Rocko looked at him "what on my...?"

"That's why I was playing with yer tits okay? It wasn't the real thing but --"

"That's the only reason?" from Larson in back.

"That and it made my dick hard okay?" Billy yelled back "y'gonna arrest me for molesting this stud?"

"Damn..." Rocko laughed "kid you are a trip! But you have any idea what that felt like, when ya were doin that?"

"Sorry... didn't mean t'hurt you. But those shocks're -- "

"You got NO idea how it felt."

"Tell us" John-Alex said "because it is critically important."

"I don't know from important" Rocko smiled at Billy "all I know is when the kid here -- okay okay when Billy here was touching me here" rubbing his bare chest "then his other hand on my dick --"

"Chief y'want me t'arrest them all right here?"

"Shuttup Larson."

"Yeah one hand here, one hand down there... it was like they were wired together..."

"Like the electrode wires we didn't have" Billy insisted "so I improvised."

"Whatever ya did, it felt totally amazing! Then when I started cummin -- when YOU told me I was cummin, shit I didn't even know I was -- "

"You were not aware you were ejaculating?" Kroos was dumbfounded "but surely you must have -- "

"No doc. Not a friggin clue! So Billy here starts yellin and I look down and sure enough there's jizz comin outa me..."

"Didn't you feel the orgasm at all?"

"Shit doc! I was feeling a whole boatload of things! And none of them felt like any orgasm I ever had before. Okay? And then that thing up by butt" glaring at Larson to say a word, but he was too busy smiling at Harry "and then when it kept happening again and again, and it felt like my whole body was going into orbit... maaaaan!"

"Tell'm about your dick!" from Jimmy of course "tell'm what happened to your dick!"

"Yeah doc" Rocko turned to Kroos "what happened to my dick? Was that normal? All the guys in here have their dick do that?"

"Do what?" from Larson.

"C'mon you guys saw that! All of you had a good look. Me, I was flat on my back watching the..." Rocko bit his lip. Shit, he tell them about that, they'll arrest him for sure. For being a lunatic, not a sex criminal.

"Did you see things? Did you see the images?" John-Alex asked as calmly as he could "Rocko?"

"I.... I dunno..." don't make me say anything okay?"

"Because I suspect while you were in the grips of the ecstasy you saw things, heard things, experienced things you are barely able to enunciate."

"What?"

"You can barely put into words what you saw, correct?"

"How the fuck you know about..." Rocko admitted "I mean..."

"Because I as well... and I suspect others" Kroos looked at Billy "experienced a variety of visions --"

"Fuck visions!" Jimmy pounded his fists into the padded table "was that supposed to happen to his dick or not? Was that normal?"

"Actually...no" Kroos looked at Rocko, then Billy "and I suspect it may not have happened at all, had my reckless assistant not taken it upon himself to --"

"It WASN'T suppose to happen?"

"Not like that" Billy cut in "if the machine was workin normal like --"

"What?!?!" this time it was Rocko's turn to blow a fuse

"The machine we were forced to use today..."

"The fuckin machine doesn't WORK?!?!"

"Rocko..." Kroos rubbed his hand over his stubble "remember the police seized all the machines we had used in the past. This machine was not programmed -- "

"But your FIXED IT!"

"Not exactly..."

"Whadya mean 'not exactly' doc? You tellin me y'hooked me up to a broken machine?"

"Yes and no..."

"Ya coulda killed me!"

"No Rocko..." Billy found he needed to interrupt more and more as Kroos was visibly weakening in front of them all "not killed ya... just not done anything okay? Instead of what happened to you, it would have done... fuckin... nothin..."

"Billy is right. You see all the programs that so much research "Kroos looked at Harry and then John-Alex "both here and at home... they went with the machines seized by the police. I fear I needed to... improvise..."

"EXACTLY!" beamed John-Alex, looking at the other John "as you probably saw... and felt! what happened before was NOT EVEN the full effect of the device. I am sorry Rocko, what you experienced was only one-tenth of what this machine is capable of doing. What we fear..." looking at Kroos then the rest "is capable of doing."

"You mean I can get an even bigger dick?" Jimmy was all but dancing on the table now.

"Yes... Jim... you could if..."

"If what?"

"What? You mean it might kill him?" Rocko needed to put some fear into this kid, regardless of what they were saying earlier "like it almost killed me?"

"Long before that happened" Kroos added "the machine's failsafe mechanisms would cut into the program and abort the sequences. Which is another reason you cannot use the machine -- this machine Jimmy."

"Even with the failsafes in place a penis several times its normal size --" John-Alex bored into Kroos.

"Funny! Like y'call this normal?" spreading his legs, the way he was sitting it almost looked like he didn't have one.

"A penis of the proportions you probably witnessed before would be a mere side-effect."

"Side effect?" Rocko jumped Jimmy's question "of fuckin what?"

"Of what happened here earlier."

"You mean the blue light?" Billy looked at Rocko "you were too out of it to notice, but I was closest. Dude you were like fuckin glowin! Like you were radioactive or shit!"

"What?" Rocko looked at Kroos "I thought I was just hallucinating that! Because of that damn shit you made me drink!"

"Kroos was that it?" Harry looked puzzled but more angry "but what about last night? We were all drinkin that shit like it was on sale!"

"And pissin like horses!" John-Alex added "no, that mixture has many properties, but orgone production is not one of them."

"Orgone? What the fuck is that?" Harry looked at Kroos "some hormone or something?"

"No..." Kroos sat down before he fell down "John... rather Alex here is correct. The blue light which eminates from the human body during periods of extreme... sexual peak experiences among others... has been described by earlier researches as a type of orgone. It is a form of radiation, yes" looking at Rocko "a form of energy."

"Yshittin me?" Rocko looked down at all his tats "y'mean I was like radioactive? Fuck! Y'tellin me I'm still radioactive? Don't that make you sterile or shit?"

"Shit, the fuckin opposite" Billy shook his head "no fuckin wonder! That explains all this shit!"

"All what?" from Kroos.

"I was radiating... I was giving off some fuckin weird sex vibe... after what you did to me here... what I did to my fuckin self here! I was..." Billy could not put it into words. What had happened to him, to all his friends, with his dad, Big Hank, all of them!

"Yes... in part..." John-Alex looked at the group "you were shining like a beacon, as were you" looking at Kroos.

"Bull!" Harry was not buying it.

"I saw it too... hell I saw... let's say that was the least of it" John nodded in agreement.

"We're talkin weird woo-woo shit again" Jimmy rolled his eyes "what about what happened to Tattoo Man there, specifically that dick! Because from where John and I were standing -- yeah we were watchin the whole damn show from in there" nodding at the mirror "sue me! But if that's what a broken machine does to his dick, what can a real machine do to this?" grabbing himself in the crotch.

"I told ya Jimmy!" Billy shook his fist at him "but y'didn't believe me okay? It could give ya a foot-long!"

"If it don't kill ya first" Harry was not looking forward to explaining to Guenther Senior his son died from an exploding dick!

"It would not kill you" Kroos patted the machine.

"It would volatilize you first" John-Alex looked at Kroos "but that is not something we need to worry about. The program would have to be re-constructed first --"

"Which is exactly what I was attempting before" Kroos snapped back.

"With an overcharged patient."

"I did not realize Rocko was in such a situation."

"To say that is unfortunate now is quite the understatment" John-Alex looked at Rocko "had we known then what we know now you could have helped us."

"Helped you how?" Rocko glared at Harry "I thought that's what I was doing. 'Cooperating' remember?"

"Which you did" John-Alex looked at John "more than you realize. You let out such a clarion call you probably alerted half the state!"

"Say wha?"

"But you brought us all here. Unfortunately AFTER your orgasm" he looked at John who nodded sadly "when?"

"Yesterday... several times" smiling at Kroos "talk about radiating!"

"Okay I suspect everyone in this room is disqualified -- "

"Disqualified for what?" Jimmy's patience was running thin "you keep talkin 'disqualified'! For what?"

"Has everyone in this room..." John-Alex looked at Billy and Jimmy "to put it bluntly, dropped a load today?"

"No..." from Billy "came damn close before" looking at Rocko "got zapped a few times too many."

"Neither have I" from Kroos.

"Well you more than made up for that yesterday" John-Alex "and we have tapes to prove it" he caught himself "we had tapes. But that's your area, Harry, right? What about you?"

"What about me?"

"When was your last -- "

"None of your business."

"Harry it is important" Kroos said "today? Yesterday, last night, I do not remember you standing in line with the rest..."

"Hell no! That's not why I was there" glancing at Larson "we clear on that?"

"So when?"

"You breathe a word... this morning okay?"

"With your wife?"

"No... with..." Harry glared at Larson "my fuckin hand, okay?"

"Billy?"

"Same here" Billy did not feel so weird "after last night okay? I got home and... y'know..."

"That leaves..." John-Alex turned to the last person in the room "you."

"What about me?"

"Did you masturbate this morning?"

"Fuck you!"

"Well, if you did it is not the most embarrassing admission, compared to everything else we -- "

"Well I damn sure didn't okay?" Larson glared at Harry "I'm fuckin married okay?"

"Well did you have sex with your wife today?"

"No" Larson spat out, a bit too quickly "no I didn't."

"Yesterday?"

"I was working yesterday, remember?" Larson glared at Billy, what the fuck you tell him! "working... ya that's funny."

"So you did not have sex with your wife yesterday?"

"I wish" slipped out.

"No kiddin" Billy added "he was horny enough last night" and Larson would have lunged at him right there and then but Harry's eyes were boring into him.

"How would you know?" Larson and John-Alex both asked. Careful kid, your next words may be your last!

"He drove me home after... y'know, Mort's. Swear the dude was hard the whole time!"

"Ya little liar!" and tried to grab him but Billy saw it coming.

"Even when I started jackin my meat in front of him, practically offerin t'blow him! He just sat there, hard up and hung up! Too wound up to do shit!"

"Big mouth little faggot!" but inside Larson breathed a huge sigh of relief! Hell if that's the worst damage the little asshole can do, he may survive this yet.

"How would you know! You just sat there with your finger up yer nose! Y'don't know what y'missed" Billy looked at Jimmy and shrugged.

"So in spite of the best efforts..." John-Alex smirked at Billy "you had no sexual contact --"

"With him? You nuts? Hell no, okay? Can we drop this?"

"So when?" John looked at John-Alex then Officer Larson "how long's it been since --"

"Years!" Jimmy yelled "he's another Rocko!"

"Not years asswipe!" Larson caught Harry's look "I don't care if he is Guenther's kid, he don't talk to me like that!"

"Answer his question Larson" Harry continued to bore into him "that's an order."

"What?"

"When did you cum last?"

"Fuck...." he looked around the room "a while okay?" his eyes resting on Billy, who he swore mouthed the word "jim".

"What's 'a while'? Exactly."

"Maybe a week or two."

"More like a month or two" Billy burst out "the way you were all boned" again he mouthed "jim".

"Has it been as long as a month?" John-Alex came over to him, looking into his eyes "how long?"

"Okay!!! Maybe a month, now will you let it fuckin go!"

John-Alex walked away from Larson and went over to Kroos and his precious machine "let me see what you did with this earlier" then he looked at Jimmy "and if you could vacate the table please?"

"Not until I -- "

"If this goes well" John-Alex looked at Kroos "and with your help, Jimmy you may get your opportunity after all."

"When? Now?" suddenly Jimmy's discarded lottery ticket had the winning number! "y'mean I can?"

"Yes Jimmy IF this goes well. But we need the table first."

"What are going to do?" Billy was next to them in a flash "can I help?"

"Yes you can" John-Alex looked at Kroos "what does he normally do?"

"I prep for the next patient" Billy volunteered "I get everything ready."

"Well... Billy... please do so" and the two went back to their conference over the console.

"For who?" Rocko looked around "not me again!"

"No Rocko remember?" John looked at John-Alex "do we need him to stay? Can Rocko go home now?"

"Of all people he should stay" John-Alex answered without looking up from the dials and displays "he of all people would want to stay and see the fruits of his labors. See what his sacrifice earlier had produced."

"Wasn't really a sacrifice" Rocko smiled "all I did was..."

"Cum" Billy smiled "and light up like a christmas tree."

"I really was glowing?"

"You really were glowing" Billy answered.

"This I gotta see."

"Then please stay" John-Alex looked up "you Rocko truly earned a seat here today. I would be honored."

"Well y'put it like that" he went over and sat down next to Larson.

"Dude..." Nelson frowned at him "do us all a favor and take a shower okay?"

"What?" sniffing himself "I stink?"

"You stink."

"Billy?" Rocko looked at him.

"I'm busy here" and he was.

"You got any facilities around here?" Rocko looked at Kroos "at least a washroom, a toilet?"

"Of course we do" Kroos looked up "Billy could you show him? Oh you are busy. Jimmy could you show him?"

"Yeah Jimmy" Billy was busy changing the covers on the table "you know where the showers are like from before."

"Hell you're already dressed for it" Rocko chuckled "don't worry I won't try anything funnny."

"Funny" Jimmy frowned at him, then looked at Kroos fast "y'ain't just tryin t'get rid of me are ya?"

"No of course not. Show Rocko the facilities and hurry back. Your help would be very appreciated."

"I'll remember that doc" Jimmy looked at Billy "any towels left?"

"In here" Billy was already grabbing things from the cabinet, handing Jimmy the last two "don't get these dirty, they're the only ones we got left."

"Don't worry I won't get my crud on them" and headed for the door. He held it open for Rocko "well?"

"Serious?"

"C'mon, the sooner we get you cleaned up the sooner..." looked at Kroos "what?"

"Hurrry back" was all Kroos said and was back to the conference with John-Alex. After a too-brief time he looked around the room, finding Nelson sitting looking at the floor "we're ready for you."

"For who?"

"You Nelson who else?" Harry came over to him in case he got stage fright.

"For what?"

"Weren't you listening to any of this?"

"Yeah, I heard a lot of bullshit and a lot of fag talk about none of anybody's business."

"Very well Nelson, hand your uniform to Billy, your gun to me. That's an order."

He gave his gun to his superior officer after checking the safety was on. But then he stopped. Billy finished with his various tasks then came and stood next to Harry,

"It's okay, I'll hang everything up so it don't get wrinkled at all" he looked at Harry "I got this down to a science."

"Why the hell should I give this kid my uniform?"

"Cause y'gotta strip down. Why you think?"

"Strip down? Are you outa your fuckin mind?"

"Are you refusing?"

"Refusing? Refusing to strip down in front of these fa-- in front of these guys? No shit I'm refusing" and Nelson took a step for the door.

"Officer Nelson you can stop right there" Harry was after him in a flash "I am giving you a direct order."

"Like hell you are."

"Unless you want to be written up for rank insubordination -- "

"This is crazy!"

"In which case you can surrender your badge right here and now..."

"No!" Nelson wheeled around looking right into the eyes of his Chief "c'mon Chief you can't be serious here. You just CAN'T!"

"I am very serious Nelson. What is it going to be? Are you going to follow a direct order or are you going to throw away your career?"

"I can't do that! You know I can't do that!"

"Well then what is it going to be?"

"Chief... c'mon... please..." but the fight was out of his voice now "please... c'mon you're a married man too! You can't make me have sex with -- "

"Who said anything about having sex with anyone?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

"Weren't you listening to a word of any of this?"

"Yes! But none of any of it makes any sense!"

"We need you to get on that table and assist the doc there with his experiment. For some reason even I can really make sense of either, you are the only one here that can get that machine working again!"

"So what? So that damn Guenter kid can finally grow a dick!?!"

"It's more serious than that" John-Alex joined their face-off "we need to calibrate this machine so we can ascertain how serious our situation is."

"What 'situation'? I ain't part of any 'situation'!"

"Yes you are Nelson" John-Alex tried "what is your name?"

"Nelson, James Nelson, why?"

"Can I call you James?"

"Why?"

"Well... James... we need to find out how serious our situation, my situation, your situation, all of our situations are" looking at Harry "and we need to do it sooner and not later. Because my agency -- my former agency" waving away Harry's question "as well as an increasingly long list of agencies -- both domestic and... hostile" seeing James' eyes widen "yes it's that serious -- are very eager to get their hands on this technology before... well let's say that some other machines are now in the custody of your department" looking at Harry "which means the FBI as well, which means the NSA... well, from what Kroos told us, their trial programs alone could make what happened here today look like children playing with firecrackers. And I suspect these machines in the wrong hands -- or proper hands depending on your point of view -- would be more of the order of nuclear bombs, not firecrackers."

"What?" Nelson looked at the machine "you tellin me that thing is a fuckin bomb?" edging towards the door.

"The machine is not the bomb" John-Alex made sure he had his attention now "YOU are the bomb. You understand?"

"No! Not a lick of it okay?"

"Well you don't have to. Your job is to follow orders. And right now your orders are -- "

"C'mon Chief! I got a wife and kids!"

"Who you want to see safe, correct?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Well... James... if you cooperate with us today, you are helping keep them safe. Helping us keep everyone safe. You want that don't you?"

"Hell yeah of course..." he looked back and forth between the two, hoping one of them would cut him some slack here "but... I still don't understand..."

"So it's up to you Larson" Harry tried a different tack "you can leave here now, and jeopardize your career, jeopardize the safety of your family -- "

"Are you threatening my family?"

"Just the opposite" John-Alex added "we are trying to SAVE your family. Save everyone's family."

"But how? I don't get it!"

"So Nelson, you decide. You can leave now and god help you, or follow a direct order of your commanding officer. You got five seconds to decide."

"C'mon Chief... please!"

"One...."

"There's gotta be another way... why can't --"

"Two...."

"Can't we talk about this?"

"Three..."

"C'mon man to man..."

"Four...."

"FINE! OKAY! YOU WIN!" Nelson edged away from the door "but I swear to god if anyone ever EVER hears about this..."

"I will not mention anything other than your complete cooperation and assistance..."

"I mean it Chief. No one! NOBODY!"

"Code of the department...."

"Exactly! Code of the department. It stays right here!" and Officer James Nelson, thirty-two, married to Cindy Baines Nelson of ***** North Tenth Street, reached for his tie, his hands shaking with fear and anger. Little did he know this was to be his greatest moment of glory.

Jimmy directed Rocko out the door and then had to grab him from going the wrong way down the hall.

"Weren't you and the big weirdo back there?" Rocko pointed to his left "watching everything from that mirror?"

"Oh yeah... we were watchin" Jimmy headed the other way, assuming Rocko would follow. Now in the hall he suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable, like there were cameras trained on him. Once Rocko caught up with him he was almost jogging down the hall.

"Jeez what's yer hurry?"

"This way" and Jimmy held open the door to the facilities. As he guessed, Rocko let out a whistle once he saw the extent of the room. He was turning on a shower as fast as he could.

"Damn!" and Rocko was scrubbing everywhere, especially his crotch "okay I got it. Y'can leave now."

"Why? Remember I saw the whole show already okay?"

"Where I gotta clean I don't want a damn kid watchin okay?"

"Y'mean back there?" Jimmy looked around the room. Knowing where they were located, the tiny pinhole cameras became more obvious. But were they really watching? Who? "Billy told me about that green shit... it's really that bad?"

"Fuckin right it's that bad!" Rocko shooed him away "now beat it!"

"Fine... I'll wait outside" Jimmy was not looking forward to loitering in the hall "lemme just rinse off first okay?"

"Okay but hurry up!"

"Shit okay!" and Jimmy turned on the shower at the far end, enjoying the cold water hit him in the face. It helped clear his head, but the sound of the other showerhead reminded him this was very real. He was standing next to an ex-con naked as a jaybird, and if the guy tried anything he would be just another statistic. But no matter how he tried to scare himself, he could not get all worked up over this. What really concerned him was what would happen when it was his turn on that table? Would he scream and cry like a baby? Would he wuss out? He opened his eyes and was about to ask Rocko about it when he saw the big guy bending forward, his fingers buried in his crack. Jimmy must have made a noise because Rocko turned and saw him staring,

"What's your problem?"

"Sorry I didn't..." turning off the water and sliding towards the door.

"Couldn't you wait outside?"

"Couldn't you wait five seconds?"

"You have any idea how this feels inside you hole?" watching Jimmy turn to face the door as his fingers were back inside him, trying to get as much of the goo out of him as he could. But no matter what he did, it only seemed to make it worse "damn!"

"You okay?" Jimmy asked without turning, his hand on the door in case he had to leave in a hurry.

"No I AIN'T okay... this shit burns like a muthah!"

"Can't you... just wash it outa ya?"

"Ain't that easy..." Rocko looked around the room. He saw the metal attachments hanging there, but no way he was gonna douche himself in front of the kid "but yer gonna find out soon enough..."

"That bad?"

"You'll see! Now get yer ass outa here!" already reaching for the metal implement and turning on its valve as Jimmy dashed out the door.

Jimmy stood in the hallway dripping water everywhere. Damn, those towels were still inside with Rocko. He wanted to go back in the shower room but knew Rocko would get pissed. Especially when he noticed Jimmy was chubbing. Yeah, if he had real good eyesight, Jimmy smirked. Still why the fuck am I getting turned on? Sure as hell ain't from watching the big dope taking a shower! I ain't the freak, the one with the shaved inked dick, he's the freak! Still his wood was not going down. It must be the idea of finally getting a real dick, finally! Finally having a real cock like all the other guys! How would I know? Do I really spend that much time look at other dude's equipment? Fuck no! Then why this big obsession, because that's what it fuckin is! An obsession! Shit, for all this thinking about dick twenty-four seven does that make me gay? If not why won't my dick go down?

Fuckit! Jimmy thought, I need a towel cause I ain't standing out here all day. He opened the door a crack,

"I need a towel!" Jimmy yelled to the fog.

"Get it yerself, I'm busy" so Jimmy stuck his head inside. Through the steam he could see Rocko crouching against the wall. And with a metal snake up his ass! Jimmy did not so much as breathe as he grabbed the nearest towel from the hook and got the fuck outa there!

He stood in the hallway drying himself, his cock as hard as ever. No way I got turned on by that! Not seeing a dude buttfuck himself with a shower nozzle! That's as sick as... as what? The voice in his head asked: as sick as watching that guy wired to some damn machine making him cum buckets? Sick like that? Cause Jimmy boy you stood there watching that little show hard the whole time. You even tried giving it a rub or two but the big guy next to you warned you not to. And yeah, you kept stealing looks at his hardon too. Shit, the way it was sticking a foot out of his pants how could I not? Jimmy challenged the voice. Well you just should have just not looked! But when he opened his fly and it stuck out like a two-by-four I hadda look! No Jimmy you did not! I couldn't help it, going back and forth, the two voices arguing until the door opened and there stood Rocko, the towel around his waist. Jimmy saw it was around his waist because that's where his eyes flew first. And yeah, Rocko looked right at your hard freak dick, his voice announced, checkmating him. The two walked back down the hall in tense silence.

"Code of the Department" Nelson repeated "we clear on that?"

"Nothing leaves here" Harry nodded.

"And that goes for..." Nelson caught Billy watching his every move "anything that little delinquent told you."

"What? Billy?" Harry frowned "what was he supposed t'tell me?"

"You two were not talking about me... before?"

"You really think Billy and me were talkin about your goddamn speeding tickets?"

"Speeding tickets?" Nelson had the tie off, starting on the buttons of his shirt with something like relief "yeah... that."

"No we have bigger worries here okay?" Harry whispered "look I'm sorry about this okay? I'd do this myself but..."

"But you 'disqualified' yerself, yeah I caught that part" and James had his shirt open, his hard pecs outlined by the white t-shirt beneath "man I still think he set me up."

"Who?"

"Herms kid, that's who."

"What happened between you two last night anyway?"

"Little fag came on to me" James whispered back "now I think he's gettin even cause I didn't take the bait."

"Well I'll keep an eye on him okay?" Harry whispered back "cause you're gonna be kinda too busy to worry about him."

"Is it that bad?" off came the shirt and James sat down to get the shoes and socks off. He almost didn't hear Billy join them.

"It ain't bad... like 'bad' bad, okay?"

"How would you know?" James saw Billy take the shirt and fold it carefully. Nice try but y'aint foolin me kid "oh yeah that's right, y'work here."

"Yes I work here... well I useta anyways."

"Doc fire ya cause y'couldn't keep yer dirty hands off the patients?" expecting to hit a nerve.

"Maybe cause they couldn't keep their hands off me" Billy took the shoes and socks, not taking the bait.

"Y'really think everyone wants yer dick?"

"Naw..." Billy returned after placing everything in the cabinet with a great show of care "I'm just a puny big-mouth fag kid. Maybe if I was this big stud cop..."

"Watch it!"

"Big mouth, remember?"

"Well... just... aw forget it" James turned his back on the room as he unbuckled his dress pants, and tugged them off first one then the other foot, balancing as he did. He knew he was showing off slightly, but just knowing it was getting to the kid was almost worth it. When he handed Billy his pants, he could not help but notice Billy's glance down at the front of his white briefs. Billy swallowed and adjusted himself. Damn, did I really just give the little shit a boner? Too fuckin funny! At least it would be if his Chief was not standing there watching the worsening situation as well. Now if he could only get his boss to bone, that would be a real accomplishment! Not like he could brag about it to a fuckin soul!

James stood there in his white t-shirt and briefs, watching Billy hang up his uniform with all the deference and caution he promised. A part of him wished he felt more nervous but if there was one thing he enjoyed it was showing off his hard muscled body. He spent as much time as he could on the machines, toning and honing his shape, keeping in top form. Some of the guys at the station kidded him about being in love with every mirror he passed, but he knew it was so much jealousy. Nevertheless his hard pecs and eighteen-and-half-inch arms were his trademark. He was not going to be one of the slobs that peaked playing sports in high school only to end up falling into the coffee-and-doughnuts fat-ass downward spiral of middle-age. If only his wife appreciated all his hard effort!

So when his buddies started the razzing about picking up extra dough modeling he knew he was hitting his marks. Beneath their ribbing and jiving he knew they would give their left ball to be in as good shape. That's when a couple of them started nagging him to join them for their evening workouts. He told them he did like going to the Y -- too many groupies and hangers-on there. All talk and no action, he called it. Naw, ain't like that, they said, we got a private gym. That sure as shit got his interest. Their "private" gym turned out to be one guy's garage.

He was less than impressed with their set-up, but when he realized they were all but eating out his hand, anything to have him join their group, he thought he might be able to turn their eagerness into something like muscles. And the more he put them through their paces, the more they just ate it up! For a while he thought it was some weird faggy shit, their taking orders from him like a bunch of puppies. But when he realized they were serious, and their seriousness was paying off with firmer hips and bigger chests he told himself he could overlook some of their fawning comments and submissive eyes. Finally it hit him between the eyes: they were into hero worship! And he was the hero! Fuck, I can play that game...

So he pushed them and pushed them, and was continually amazed at their dedication and above all their results. For a while there he almost feared they might surpass him in their growth. Which only made him work harder himself. And when the guys noticed his progress it only made them more proud. And more dedicated. So it was only a matter of time before one of the guys, yeah it was Steve Braersten, big fat bonehead who made Jame's first year on the force hell. For no more reason than they played football against each other, the North-South rivalry thicker than blood. Degree by degree the two developed a "working understanding" until that day James saved his butt by "correcting" one of Steve's reports, and refiling it where it belonged in the first place. It wasn't like Steve was intentionally falsifying documents; only "padding" his involvement in the incident. From that point on Steve went out of his way to do him favors. After a while James even had to tell him knock it off! Like it was starting to attract attention. He even got a few comments about his new "boyfriend"! After that James made sure Steve treated him with nothing by indifference in public. However, when the group got together for their "torture sessions" as James called them, Steve was back to his normal buddy-buddy self.

It was around that time Steve suggested to the group the idea of making "major dough" as he put it, doing so extra work. Some of the guys thought it might be doing private security for one of the big manufacturers in town. When Steve told them what it was, James almost got a hardon then and there. Anything that appealed to his vanity was too much to resist. The first few nights at that gym were very rated-G straight-forward exercise videos. And man, did James ever bask in the glory! After the second night he was hooked! It felt like his entire life had been leading up to this. He was even thinking about entering some physique contests, or getting some modeling pics done like the guys joked about. Standing in front of those lights and cameras was like heroin for him; James wanted more and more.

He could not remember whose idea it was for less and less clothes. Maybe Steve started it as a joke or a dare; maybe James suggested it to show off more of his "development". Either way it became a sort of oneupsmanship between the two. And around that point the other two guys bowed out, saying they would "think about it", meaning, sorry you guys are on your own with this time! After several episodes of workouts wearing nothing but shorts, then speedos, then Steve? James? dared the other to do it in only a jock. By the end of the workout they were both naked...

James promised himself he would never ever do anything like that again! Damn, what if that tape ended up in the hands of... anyone! His wife? His family? Or even worse the force! But Steve, ever the buddy-buddy best friend, assured him they were heading somewhere like fucking Korea! for crissakes, not to worry. Besides their faces were obliterated and he showed James one of the earlier episodes to prove it. Of course he asked Steve where the fuck he got his copy. Steve told him anyone in the video could get a copy, all you had to do was ask. And of course James asked. He asked for the most recent one. Of course.

The first time he sat down to watch it he was sweating bullets, the door locked, the curtains drawn. He was not prepared for his reaction to what he saw. Only when he realized he was sitting there with a huge hardon watching the workout clothes come off, watching more and more of his perfectly honed bod appear, yeah HIS bod! James was sitting there boning over his own body! Man, talk about the ultimate vanity perv! So he was not surprised at Steve's reaction when James suggested doing another session. You don't mean like? Steve lowered his eyes. Yeah, the birthday suit, the whole nine yards! James smiled his big alpha smile. He almost got a chuckle seeing Steve yank his cell phone from his pocket, making arrangements right on the spot. So that night when they showed up at the gym, they didn't even bother changing into their work-out clothes. When the camera hit the "record" button, they were both already naked! And James swears it was the best, the most intense workout he ever did anywhere. He was so into the burn he barely noticed his reaction. It was not until Steve ordered the guy to stop filming did James realize he was standing there buck-naked with a full blown hardon! Steve was trying his best to ignore it, even making a few snide comments hoping that might take some of the starch out of it. But the attention only made James more self-conscious. And that only made him harder. Very very slowly it dawned on Steve that James was not embarrassed by his bone; in fact it was only making him bolder and more reckless. By the time they finished they were both hard.

The next time, the last time the two would get together for their "buddy" videos, Steve began dropping hints there might be a third dude there joining them. Would he be cool with that? They didn't have to, you know, drop trou if James didn't want to. Steve would not tell him who it might be, only the guy was not somebody they knew. That and the guy was big! You mean like fat? No, like over two-fifty of muscle! James ran down the list of guys who might qualify for that select catagory. The only guys James knew in town like that were all walking around with spare tires, not muscles. More from curiousity than anything else he agreed. That night the two of them started their videos wearing running shorts, James almost disappointed with the "no-show". It wasn't long before the shorts were gone and James was boned right on cue. That was when the "no-show" decided to make his late appearance. When James saw the big black giant, he almost grabbed his clothes and ran out of there! It took a great dealing of talking from Steve and the big guy -- named Bo -- to convince him to stay. That's when the guy behind the camera and the Bo guy started waving the big bucks in front of James' face. Soon the camera was rolling, all three was naked, James was hard, then Steve was hard... and the rest James was still trying to block out of his memory.

James stood there in his white t-shirt and briefs, watching Billy finish with his uniform and return to his work with all that medical equipment. He looked around the room waiting for the inevitable command.

"Okay James, the rest."

He tugged his t-shirt free of the waistband and pulled it over his head. He tossed it to the floor not expecting Billy to bother with something as nasty as his sweat-stained underwear. Almost all eyes were on him, on his muscled upper body, perfectly tanned and tone. Then it hit him. What if all this attention was as much a turn-on as what he did those nights at that goddamn gym? How the fuck could he help not getting boned? In front his boss no less! He glared at Billy: you little bastard! You set me up! He turned his back on them as he pulled the briefs past his tight dimpled glutes, and down and off his feet. By the time he was naked he was already half-way to that table. He jumped up and lay flat on his back, his feet already in the stirrups, his knees bent and spread wide, but not high enough to hide the excitement already building in his groin.

"Okay fine... whatda I gotta do now?" his gaze did not leave Billy "y'happy now?"

"Who me?" Billy looked at Kroos "I think there's one bottle left."

"Go get it if you could" Kroos and John-Alex were putting the finishing touches on this program, their fingers crossed.

"Yeah hurry back" James yelled over his shoulder "y'don't wanna miss the show" hearing the door close somewhere behind him.

Billy was back in a flash, James enjoying Billy's panting,

"Not bad time for a crapper" James took the bottle from him and downed it in one gulp "maybe y'should go out for track instead" burping in his face.

"Maybe you should do movies" Billy took the bottle from him and tossed it into the backet, no net "instead of pounding a beat."

"What you say?"

"Yeah... y'got real star power here" Billy's eyes traveled up and down his body, taking in his big pecs lightly haired around the nipples, his tight abs, his furry crotch, and finally Billy got to see that dick that almost got him arrested last night. Seeing that thick piece of five-inch cut meat flopping over those low hangers was worth the price of admission. But Billy knew how big that thing could get sitting in a dark squad car; anybody's guess what it would become once it got hooked up to Kroos' machine! "hey Rocko!"

"Yeah?"

"Y'lookin for any extras for your next movie?"

"Knock it off" from both of them.

"How about" Billy scratched his chin, making sure James was watching him "something like 'Cops at the Gym'!"

"You bastard!" James tried to grab him around the throat but Billy was watching for it "you set me up! This is all your --"

"How about... 'Cop Hard at Work' Rocko?"

"Billy shuttup!" from Rocko and Harry this time. James looked at Harry and then Kroos

"I'm gonna change my mind -- badge or no badge -- if you don't get that little bastard outa here!"

"Billy I need you back here" Kroos almost yanked him away from the table and directed him to his chair in the corner. Billy grumbled but sat down, glad he wasn't banished from the room completely. He wanted to find out how far he could push this cop, and maybe find out more about that "mystery gym" in the process. Apparently he pushed too far. Billy lost his battle, but the war was far from over.

Kroos came over to the table and started to tighten the strap across James' sweaty chest. Harry joined him just in case. When he realized James was not going to start swinging at anyone within reach he was about to leave but Kroos directed him to use the straps on his side of the table. Between the two of them, James was bundled in record time. Kroos returned to the console but John-Alex insisted he put one more strap across James' forehead, reminding him of Rocko's numerous attempts to dislocate his neck. Kroos relented and soon James was pinned to his back, even his head immobilized. When James heard the snap of the rubber gloves he could not move his head to look,

"Doc?"

"Yes James?"

"That really necessary? Boss, we really gotta do... y'know that?"

"Doc?" Harry was standing next to Kroos already "any way we could dispense with the... the heavy artillery here?" nodding at the tube Kroos was already lubing with the green goo "I mean he is an officer. And having an officer get a metal bazooka shoved up his butt in front of --"

"It is more than necessary" from John-Alex warming his hands over the displays "it is mandatory."

"Why?" from James, his voice more unsteady that anyone heard all day "can't we just --"

"Can't you at least use something smaller?" Harry asked too loud.

"WHAT!?!?!" James tested the strength of the head strap.

"C'mon doc..." Harry looked around for one of those model dildoes "like one of those y'made from the guys..."

"It's the same one we used on Rocko" Billy chirped from his corner "if Rocko can take it --"

"No fuckin way!" James screamed "I ain't taking anything up there that's been up his shithole!"

"Dude I already cleaned it!" Billy folded his arms "what kinda office you think we run here?"

"I don't care! No!" James struggled and yanked but if the straps had held for the likes of Rocko -- or Bo or even Kroos! -- then they were hoping they would hold for this guy. He might not have been as big as the others but he was no weakling. And was their trust in those straps tested when James felt the sticky pressure against his sphincter.

"No! STOP!"

"What is the matter?" Kroos withdrew the probe.

"If you gotta do this -- if you're gonna make me do this shit -- then I got one condition!"

"No conditions Nelson" from Harry.

"I mean it! You do this but on my terms!"

"You're in no position to be dictating terms."

"I mean it Connors! I insist if you do this thing, then I want it filmed!"

"You WHAT?" from almost every direction "what?!?!"

"You heard me! If I'm gonna be your fuckin scapegoat then I want a record of it! And I get the copy!"

"Even if that were possible" Kroos looked at Harry "you know perfectly well all cameras are seized! We have nothing here, not even a tape recording device" looking for confirmation "correct?"

"He's right Nelson" Harry stood over him so he could see his face "they're all gone. Sorry!"

"Well not all of them..."

Everyone -- everyone except James -- turned to Jimmy towards the back. He stood there, feet spread wide, arms folded and chest out, a small smirk on his face.

"Jimmy what do you mean?" from John next to him.

"It ain't much... I'll show you" and he slipped out the room. The guys looked back and forth, exchanging a few soft murmurs but Jimmy and his backpack returned in seconds. Another candidate for the track team, thought James, then chuckled remembering Jimmy's pounds. He stopped chuckling when he heard and then saw Jimmy bring his digital camera over to the table "I got this...?"

"Are you kidding?" James looked up at him, then got a better look at it. It was a late model high-end digital camera, not the fancy camcorders like they were pointing at him at that fucking gym, but maybe "that really take movies?"

"Yeah..." Jimmy looked at Kroos and Harry who seemed to running this little show "but if you use my camera, I get to run it! And I get a front-row seat, got it?"

"Lemme see that" and John-Alex came over to examine it "how many minutes can you get on a card?"

"Ninety" Jimmy bragged "and I got a shitload of cards."

"Jimmy why are you walking around with a camera?" Harry asked.

"Dunno, I always do. It a techy geek thing okay?" he looked at Billy, expecting a typical snide comment from him. Instead Billy gave him a thumbs up and a big smile.

"Why in the world you want...?" John-Alex looked down at James' immobilized face.

"I just do! Okay kid you get to take movies" James tried to look at him but saw that round form disappear somewhere behind him "cause my hands are tied!" giving a short bitter laugh.

"But why?"

"Maybe I'll tell ya sometime" James closed his eyes, hearing the clicks and then soft humming from behind his head somewhere. He felt a shadow on his face, almost feeling the kid breathing down at him. The big kid wanted a close-up? Knock yourself out, he said to himself, cause you ain't gonna figure out why I really want you perving on my body with your damn camera. James told himself he would somehow get his hands on it and sent them all to visit Rocko's friends in prison with the evidence. But deep down inside he could not wait to get that tape behind locked doors and watch it! His dick out and hard, jacking off to himself! He could almost feel himself filling out down there and then that hard sticky thing was back at his hole. Fuck what I gotta do to bust these bastards!

"Relax and breathe" Kroos said from somewhere miles away "breathe out and squeeze out..." then he felt something trying to worm past his resisting ring. But it was skinny and very very slippery. Before he could figure out what it was it was inching inside him, greased lightning working its way deeper inside him. Then it was gone -- no then it was inside him again! In and out in and out until James could not keep track of what it was doing. Then something was opening him wider, something thicker, then it was gone as well. This tickling went on and on, almost distracting him from the steady burning tingling that was growing deeper and deeper inside him. So when Kroos brought the actual probe back and pressed it forward James had no idea what was happening down there. Not until he felt a growing thickness, a deeper penetrating did he realize he was taking the actual device into his virgin asshole. He clenched down with the realization but it was already banging against something deep inside him. And boy did that make him want to piss!

"Stop!"

"Does that hurt?" he heard Kroos' distant voice.

"No!" he goofed "I mean... I gotta... I gotta piss!"

"That is no problem" he felt fingers around his dick, strangely rubbery and numb, then something encircling the head "go ahead and urinate."

Like he could have stopped it if he tried. James feared he was dribbling all along so when he felt that weird contact with his very sensitive dick he let go. At least it felt like he was pissing, he felt the vague vibrating along the length of his cock, and it sure as hell sounded like something trickling somewhere. When he felt fingers pinch his cock tight he wanted to yell but then he was pissing again. And this time he could hear his piss hitting something hard, then that pinch again, and then he was emptying the last of it. It felt before like he had a lot more to pump out but when those fingers gave his meat a shake nothing more came out. He opened his eyes and damn but if he did not see an upside-face in shadow above him. Yeah, that soft humming was coming from up there. Well James, you just made your first piss movie, you proud of yourself now?

He was about to toy with the idea of jacking off to himself pissing when he felt fingers tugging at his full long sac. Was he wasn't expecting was the feeling of straps encircling his nuts, tightening and tugging them upwards. And that got the blood pumping into his dick fast! But as fast were those fingers encircling his shaft, tugging something cold down its length, snapping it into place. It happened so fast by the the time the gel started burning into his balls and along the underside of his cock he was already encased in the equipment, and it felt like his cock was pointing at the ceiling. And James did not think it was the sheath that was keeping it up.

"That thing better be fuckin ON!" James looked at the shadow appearing and disappearing over his forehead "you better be gettin this cause this is a one-time deal!"

"Yeah I'm gettin it all right" he heard Jimmy behind him.

"Boss?"

"Yeah?" he heard somewhere on his left.

"This what you want? Y'happy now?"

"It was not what I wanted, remember Nelson?"

"No it was what we needed... we all needed" he heard from somewhere to his right. Was that dude really DHS? You want Security? I got yer fuckin Security right here! shoving his crotch forward.

"Okay get it over with!" James yelled "I got a hot date!"

"James?" he heard Kroos somewhere between his feet "were you serious before about not having a orgasm is weeks?"

"Yeah..." he felt his dick give a lurch in agreement "y'think that's somethin I'd make up?"

"But you have no problems, no strictures..."

"Say what?"

"You had no difficulty urinating. Do you have any pain or discharge, bleeding or such, when you ejaculate?"

"If ya can remember back that far" he heard from Jimmy behind him.

"Fuck you!" he yelled up at him "just hold that camera steady and keep that fat-ass mouth shut got it?" then towards his feet "no doc, nothin like that. I can cum just fine."

"And your semen is not discolored, or showing any foreign --"

"Why ask me this bullshit? You're gonna be findin out soon enough right?"

"Yes you are correct. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what? I got no idea what this is gonna do..." he yelled to the room "Rocko you still there?"

"Yeah right here."

"Shit if you survived this bullshit, I guess I can too."

"Look dude" Rocko's face appeared to his right "this ain't about that. It ain't about who can compete here okay? If it gets too intense you gotta -- I mean it! -- you really gotta open your mouth okay?"

"I can take it!" but James was shaking.

"Well I'm watchin okay?"

"Is it turnin yer crack?"

"No, I mean I'm watchin yer back, okay?"

"Shit... okay..." James added after a few moment "and thanks..."

Kroos returned to the console and after a last conference with John-Alex hit the "run" button. At first nothing happened beside the telltale humming buzzing from the machine. Then a soft series of "ahs ahs ohs ahs" came from James, his hips rocking, trying to channel the sensations coming from that knob inside his chute where the probe was sending the pulses right into his prostate. When the answering pulses began along his shaft and then from his balls James felt his cock expand even more. Then it felt like floodgates were forced open, as more and more blood rushed into his cock. He tried to bend his head but he was pinned like a bug! The only way he could tell what was happening was from the bizarre new sensations coming from his dick. That and the small grunts of "wow! shit! man!" coming from Jimmy above him. Once or twice he felt small drops of sweat hit him somewhere near his receding hairline but that was not enough to distract him for the sensation growing in in his crotch. Before he could stop himself he felt that familiar feeling of his cock lurch and the hot sticky cum burning out his tube!

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming cumming damnit!"

Jimmy's hands were jumping around so bad he could only hope the anti-shake feature was working. This damn camera was coming in handy. Now he had the best angle to watch the amazing show, and see what these devices could do up-close and personal! When he saw the guy's cock swell in all those straps his own filled out without any help. And when it kept growing and growing, stretching the sheath to the point he wanted to reach down and unsnap the thing before it did any damage, it was all Jimmy could do to keep the camera steady, even zooming in for a close-up. And damn if he didn't look down at one point and damn! his cock was oozing pre-cum! And he was dripping all over the dude's forehead! Like he could do anything about it, Jimmy realized with a bit of a shock. His own dick he had seen hard a thousand times, but watching this dude's cock -- a fuckin cop on top of it! -- just growing and growing. Just when Jimmy thought it could not get bigger it started thickening and tightening and the poor bastard started screaming and his pissslit opened up like it would start talking! and then a single fat white clump of cum formed at the opening, too thick to more! It just sat there as that dick kept throbbing and swelling, the big fat head all red and shiny, that white glob of paste in sharp contrast to the red skin. And that bastard cop just screaming and screaming! And Jimmy just filming and filming, his dick burping and burping...

Jimmy was too hypnotized by what was happening inches from his face to notice Kroos and John-Alex and their flurry of activity around the console. It wasn't until Jimmy noticed he was panting for breath, his heart pounding in his chest louder than the buzzing from the console. The machine sounded quieter than before, or else he was making a whole lot of noise. But no one was noticing him; everyone was standing around James and the table now, almost elbow to elbow. The blood pounding in his ears was so loud he almost didn't hear what James was grunting. It sounded like fuckin numbers! Only when he heard Kroos yell something that he came out of his trance.

"Billy write this all down!"

"Already on it!" Billy yelled back over the growning din. He sat there jotting notes on his clipboard, more for his own amusement than anything. But when he started hearing distinct words, something other than "fuck fuck oh oh oh" and more like "there see look people night planes night city night" then his pen started flying over the page. And when it sounded like there were numbers mixed in with the random word or phrase Billy got off his favorite chair and came closer. By the time Kroos yelled at him he was already joining the ring around the table and on his second page.

"What is he saying?" from Rocko near the foot of the table "was I babbling like that?" meaning: did I really have that pole inside me too? No wonder my chute is still tingling like crazy! He looked down and was totally freaked to see his tattoo snake sticking straight out of his shaved crotch! He wanted to punch somebody with pure joy!

Kroos wiped the dot of thick cum from James' slit with a glass slide, shocking them both for his trouble. But that was incidental compared to the stimulation vibrating through his entire body at this point. Billy would have started playing with his nipples, anything to put this guy out of his misery, anything to bring his off finally, however his hands were busy. Times like this shorthand might have come in handy. He looked up the table to Jimmy, his hard dick almost touching the guy's head,

"You really recording this?"

"Fuckin A!" Jimmy would have stood there beating his four inch iron but he need both hands to keep his camera steady.

"Ain't you outa memory yet?"

Jimmy checked the display, "no got another half hour t'go" if I last that long!

"John you want to see this" Kroos called from the foot of the exam table. John-Alex left the console with visible reluctance and came behind Kroos, his hardon brushing against Kroos' hip. But neither of them were concerned with that; what brought a tightening to John-Alex's throat was seeing what Kroos and the rest were witnessing.

Below James' tan line at his waist, where the pale almost white skin of his crotch slid down to his light brown pubes, and all the way down his pale muscled thighs there appeared a slightly bluish cast to his skin. His hard red dick and stretched pink balls as well showed a slight discoloration, as if the area was under a blue spot light.

"Billy" Kroos wanted to reach out and touch the phenomenon to see if it a mere illusion "could you turn off the ceiling lights a moment?"

"I got it!" Harry motioned Billy to stay put and walked over to the door. He flipped two of the switches, praying neither one was the main circuit to the machines. But only the fluorescent fixtures above them blinked out, giving Harry a distraction to keep his back turned to the group and adjust the growing problem in his pants. He had not thrown an unscheduled hardon like this since... when? He turned back to the group, relieved no one caught his motions then his gasp joined the chorus. He resumed his spot next to the table, the blue glow coming from James almost bright enough to read by. It looked like a faint bluish -- no almost purplish -- haze much like the northern lights had decided to attach themselves to James from the waist down. But there was not the flickering waves like those lights; this was more like a steady faint glow.

"Fuck Kroos" Harry felt his hardon worsen as he approached the table "we need a geiger counter in here now?"

"He's not radioactive" from John-Alex back at the console, joined in two seconds by Kroos, looking more frightened than tired now.

"Kroos have you seen this before... before today?" John-Alex asked, the tone of voice like a parent catching a child with his hand in the cookie jar "tell me the truth..."

"Yes..." Kroos had no reason to lie at that last stage of the game "one or two other patients... including myself..."

"Is it contagious?" from Jimmy taking three giant steps back "cause if it is..." checking his camera to see if it was shorting out. But it seemed to working. He could not fucking WAIT to see if he captured the freaky lights or not! If so he'd be a fucking gazillionaire! Man, talk about the ultimate science project!

"Very contagious" John said from beside Harry. He could see Rocko's naked hardon, with a bit of scrutiny Jimmy's as well. He knew he was teethering on the edge of messing his pants without even touching himself, but he always had problems in that department. See Harry next to him in profile told him the Chief was in the same boat. Billy? John had the impression his presence here, whether he actually had a job history here or not, was due in the main to his raging hormones. Kroos and John-Alex? Yeah, those two were doing a lot of adjusting "look down at yourself! You're as hard as anyone in the room!"

"But... but..." like he needed to be reminded he was standing there naked and jutting "like y'can fuckin tell!"

"Even from here I can see you are just about as hard as you can get."

"C'mon Baby -- Jimmy you're even leakin, you call that not hard?" Billy went back to scratching down the flood of words coming from James. A few time even tried getting him to repeat something, some word or number Billy missed. But James was writhing and bucking his hips, either trying to dislodge the metal probe turning his prostate into scrambled eggs, or else shove it deeper. A few times Billy tried to wave the haze away from the cop's gleaming crotch like so much cigarette smoke, just to see if that ballooned cock was strangling in the sheath, but each time he did it just swelled more, the head almost as fat as Rocko's before. He was about to alert Kroos to the dangerous tightness when he noticed the reaction to his hand movments. Each time his hand swept past that radio tower sticking up from James' crotch Billy swore he heard the console do a weird waaaahhoooo doppler noise. Nobody else seemed to hear it so he kept his mouth shut. For Billy that was a huge accomplishment. In part because he was so busy scratching down the notes.

"This is sadistic" from John looking at Harry for support "Kroos you gotta -- I mean how much more can he take!"

"As much as he needs to" from Harry "it's all in the line of duty."

"Some duty!" Jimmy smirked "sign me up!"

"Billy?" Kroos looked up from the console "any pattern to what he is saying?"

"Not the fuckin least" Billy flipped back through the earlier two or three sheets "so of it repeats, some of it is just gibberish."

"We need to go to stage two then" Kroos looked to John-Alex for confirmation.

"I cannot advise you here doc" he answered "I have only become familiar with this in theoretical proposals. Never in actual clinical trials."

"Well then" Kroos hit two more buttons "we shall see" and this time the humming pitch changed without Billy's hocus pocus. A loud deep gurgling roar started pouring out all the way from James' balls and his cock lurched up and the snaps on the sheath gave way and the leather device snapped in two! But there was a bright flash of white as a shot of cum flew from the end almost hitting the ceiling. It arched through the air and landed right on the narrow furred valley between his pecs. But with the sheath rolling off his hip and onto the table next to his leg his bare cock finished filling out, a good nine possibly ten inches of angry spasming pulsing cock, every vein standing out in high red relief, but for all its flexing and flipping no more fluid shot out. James was screaming and shouting things even Billy could not transcribe,

"Doc! Doc! He's cumming he's cumming!" Billy wanted to grab the penis sheath but it was on the far side of the table, and Harry was making no effort to replace it "doc his electrodes came off!"

"What?" Kroos was over to the table, almost shoving John and Harry away. He could see the blue haze fading, and knew it was over. His experiment was up in smoke. Blue glowing smoke.

Billy saw Kroos' expression at the same time he heard the humming fade away. He was at the straps pinning James as fast as his nimble little fingers could work, not surprised at the lack of shocks. He had the attachments free of James' swollen nads before Kroos had slid that metal monster free of James' still spasming butt. His feet were free of the stirrups and even Jimmy pitched in removing the head strap from the cops' two-tone forehead. Or else he was in a big hurry to remove all the evidence of his over-excited dick before the cop regained his senses and ran his hands through his hair, recognizing the stickiness there.

"Billy I'll take that" John-Alex held out his hand for the clipboard, seeing Kroos in little condition to keep the order now. Billy handed it to him when Kroos noticed what he was doing.

"And could you help our patient to the facilities?" was Kroos' reaction.

"You'll need help" Jimmy hit a few buttons on his camera, leaving it hanging by its strap around his thick neck "I'll go to."

The group led by Harry managed to get Larson to his feet, looking for the world like some kind of buck-naked astronaut trying to remember how legs should respond to this novelty called gravity. He was swaying and rolling back and forth, Harry on one side, John on the other, the three of them threatening to topple in a heap any moment. Rocko's arm around James waist was the deciding factor.

"Wh-wh-who-where..." James eyes fluttered open and closed several times, the tears rolling down his face. At least Jimmy was praying they were tears.

"You're okay Officer Nelson" Harry had a firm grip on him now "do you remember any of... do you remember anything?"

"Where... where am I?" blinking and trying to focus. When Billy flipped the lights back on James winced "ooohhhh!"

"We're gonna get ya cleaned up" Rocko added from behind him "y'must feel like shit" I know I did, I do!

"What... where..." his eyes came into focus. The first thing he saw was looking down at himself. He was fuckin naked! And what happened to his tools? "what? why the fuck am I..."

"We're going to get you a shower okay?" Rocko looked at Jimmy "when this big dickhead can walk, you and Billy take him --"

"Billy?" James tried to turn his head "Billy is here? Billy Herms?"

"Right here" Billy came around so James could see him "you don't remember...?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You're at the docs' office remember?"

"What happened to me?" then his eyes took in his boss "you! What are you doing here?"

"We will explain -- "

"Where are my clothes? Where is my uniform?"

"All safe and sound --"

"Fuck!" James looked down at himself, still as red and hard as ever "my gun!"

"I have it, it's safe" Harry tried. That's when James broke away, almost able to stand on his own. The first thing he did was grab his cock.

"Fuck!" and right in front of everyone started jacking off. He was jacking and rocking his hips, his face contorted with the sensation, his body jerking so wildly Rocko also lost his grip around his waist.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Harry barked at him.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... " James stood there, his sweaty muscular frame putting on quite a show.

"Officer Nelson stop that right now! That's an order!" and that seemed to work. James snapped his head upwards, and took in the room, almost everyone staring at him. What had come over him?

"What... I mean... shit..." pulling his hand away from his greasy lube-slick cock. He took a step to steady himself, then bent forward "damn!" and John grabbed him again, thinking he was passing out.

"You okay?"

"Damn!" James straightened out, his other hand reaching behind him, finding his crack as greasy as his front "what happ-- why am I -- why is my butt sore?!?!"

"We can explain" from Kroos at the console. He and John-Alex were both reviewing the print-outs, pouring over them like they contained state secrets. Like they held some clues to what just happened "but first you should have a shower. It will clear your head. You will then have many more questions, I would imagine. Billy?"

"I'm on it" Billy grabbed James' elbow, expecting a broken rib for his effort. But James just stared at him like his nose was purple or upside-down or something! "c'mon let's get you into the shower. Jimmy I need you here" and the two of the directed James towards the door, Jimmy holding it open for them.

They were not in the hall two seconds before James took in Jimmy's condition. Rather than make a comment about his nakedness, and the fact he was still as hard as a board, James just stood there, his hand back to his cock, beating it like he was finishing a race.

"Knock it off!" Jimmy tried knocking his hand away "you crazy or somethin? You can't be standing in the middle of the hallway beating off!"

"You did this" James looked at Billy "you wanted this! You wanted to get me all horny and shit! You wanted to get me so worked up I would tell you everything! Shoving your dick in my face grabbing at my meat!" like Billy could do that now. Even if he wanted James had a stranglehold on his own cock now and it looked like he would not let go for anything.

"Go get... get Rocko" Billy looked at Jimmy "NOW!"

"But..."

"Hurry!"

Jimmy ducked back through the door while Billy tried to get James' hand away from his sore swollen cock,

"Look you can't just stand here and wack off okay?"

"Damn kid sittin in my car cock hard and wavin in my face..."

"C'mon James please!"

"...grabbing me in the balls, trying to make me talk!"

"Okay okay that was wrong okay?"

"Forcing me to talk!"

"I wasn't forcing ya to --"

"Talk about what we were doing at the gym and --"

"Look Jim I'm sorry I --"

"Standing naked like this!" looking down at himself, seeing the muscles on his five-foot-ten frame gleaming and hard "and that bastard just taking pictures and pictures --"

"What's the prob--" Rocko was through the door almost slamming it back into the wall "oh I can see..."

"He's fuckin flipped!" Jimmy was right behind him, using Rocko's muscles like a shield.

"It's all YOUR FAULT!" James would have grabbed Billy around the throat had he been able to pull his hand away from his cock. Judging by the increasing jolts and thrusts of his hips it looked like Officer Nelson was going to deposit his load right there on the polished floor any second. But Rocko had his arm around Nelson's neck in a flash, looking like a bouncer ready to toss the drunk through the door. He steered him back and down the hall towards the facilities, the two kids in tow. This time Billy held the door while Rocko "escorted" James into the shower area and under the water in record time. Once the icy blast hit James in the face he flew out of Rocko's grasp, sputtering and jumping around like he had a firecracker up his butt. Which, in a way, he did.

"WHAAA!!!! What the FUCK!!" he screamed as he tried to get away from the spray "WHERE AM I?"

"Dude you're in a fuckin shower okay?"

"Who are you?" James took it the naked musclebound tattooed guy standing too close to him "what are you doing here? What am I doing here?" looking down at himself, still hard still red, then noticing Rocko's similar state "what were you DOING?"

"You really don't remember--"

"What was I doing?!?!" the itchy tingling coming from all the areas of his body he did not was to think about right now. Not in a shower with an equally aroused guy. What happened to him?

"Nothin okay?"

"Is this prison?" looking around, but there was Billy trying to stay out of the waterfall with small success "YOU!"

"You okay James? You really were scaring us --"

"How you know my name?" trying to keep Rocko in front of him "did you rape me?!?!"

"NO!!!" from both Billy and Rocko.

"What HAPPENED to me?" his hand returning to his sore butt, feeling the tenderness where he did not want to move his hand.

"You are at a doctor's office" Billy started slow "you came today with your boss Harry Connors --"

"Connors? He's here?"

"Yeah... everyone's here" Rocko almost rolled his eyes, a quick glance to Billy "and you can see him as soon as we get you cleaned up."

"Keep your hands OFF ME!"

"Okay okay..." Rocko took a step backwards, his hands raised is surrender "clean your own ass up."

"Billy... what happened?" James' voice was returning to a less hysterical pitch "why am I here?"

"It's okay... you've had a bit of a shock..."

"Did I hit my head?" James ran his hands over his head, down his face, and kept going. When his hands grazed his belly he could not stop them from grabbing his cock as well "why... what did I do?"

"Clean up... then we'll all go see the doc okay?"

"Did I..." his hand starting a steady stroking under the water "did I rape you?" speading up the rhythm at the concept.

"Fuck no!" Billy laughed "I wish..." he said too loud "but James... y'gotta stop that! That dick don't need any more..."

"Oh... ah..." James was amazed how close to the edge he was. He had a vague memory of his hand on his cock in the hall before. But nothing before that! All he knew was he had about a gallon of cum that had to be pumped out now! "oh fuck... oh fuck..."

"Stop him Rocko!" Billy yelled at him already closing in.

"Why?" but Rocko already had him in that half-nelson again.

"I don't know... we gotta find out from the doc.

"Well I can't hold him by myself" Rocko's voice echoed off the tiles along with James screams of protest and outrage. In his head the rape scene was playing out all over again and he was kicking and fighting in earnest now. Billy saw the problem and before Rocko lost his grip, he had his belt off and around James' wrists and forearms, pinning them behind his back. It helped too that Rocko had James down by that point.

Once they had James under control, screaming his head off but under control, Jimmy stuck his head through the door,

"You guys okay in there?"

"Fat lotta help you are!" Rocko snapped at him, his face red and out of breath.

"Hey I was..."

"Was what?" and the two had James on his feet and towards the open door. Billy turned off the spigots too wet to care.

"Can't get this wet you crazy?" Jimmy held up his camera. Rocko muscled James down the hall, two naked wet butts flexing like a team of mismatched horses, Rocko's hard white globes sprinkled with various designs, and James' almost as pale below his tanline, unblemished and showing wet brown hairs more generous towards his crack. Billy nodded at the sight and Jimmy nodded back. By the time they were at the door to the exam room, Jimmy had snapped a few more pics, even getting the two in profile as the slipped and slid through the door. Seeing their two hard dicks in profile like that made them both grin. Then frown when they realized their afternoon ordeal was far from over.

Rocko pushed James through the door with all the gentle kindness he could summon on such short notice. He wanted to beat the shit out of the cop on general principle. Having that bastard accuse of him of a locker room rape? Who did he think he was talking to? The worst part was there was no place he wanted more to shove his aching hardon but up this hard muscled fuckwad! With Kroos running a close second. And too many candidates for third to count right now. He had never been so crazy blind horny before in his whole fuckin life!

Jimmy was a close third through the door, beelining for the table. He was about to jump up, his clean wide cheeks on the greasy torn paper when Billy had to wrestle him back to his feet,

"You crazy or shit? At least lemme -- "

"The hurry the fuck up!" Jimmy stood next to him, idly scratching his smooth tummy, occasionally reminding his balls they needed to be emptied. Like they were not calling the shots already. Billy with his help had a new cover on the table so fast it looked like a magic trick. He was flat on his back, his feet in the stirrups. He would have strapped himself in as well had he another pair of hands. Billy's served the purpose. He had Jimmy strapped and pinned in place before Kroos even knew what they were doing. After several arguments with John-Alex he looked up to locate Billy,

"Billy could you read what you wrote here? I cannot figure out of this is a one or an I -- and this, is this a six or an O... Billy?" finally taking it what the two had been doing during the seven-second lull "what are you --"

"Jimmy's all ready for you doc!"

"What do you two think you are doing?" from John-Alex. He glared at Harry like this was his fault, like he was supposed to be playing den mother to those two. Rocko had his hands full with James. That was Harry's excuse as well.

"Let me go! Let me go!" James kept yelling. But it looked to Rocko he really meant, let me shoot! let me shoot! His dick was almost as ballooned as before, but was still as hard and it looked like it meant business. Rocko explained in a few sharp words what had happened in the shower room as well as the hallway to Harrry, whose response was to reinforce Billy's belt with James' torn t-shirt. Even with his arms bulging and pinned behind him he was a two-man full-time job. John-Alex overheard bits and pieces of Rocko's debriefing; that only made him work harder on making sense of Billy's notes, hoping and praying some of the repeating patterns were intended for the patched-in programs they were attempting. With Jimmy lying on the table as impatient as James, only less vocal, and Billy huddling with Kroos and John-Alex being critiqued on his penmanship, it took another several minutes before the commitee of three had something resembling a consensus.

"But we have absolutely no way of knowing if --"

"Do it!" from Jimmy "it's my ass on the line okay?"

"Well yeah Baby it kinda is..." Billy was back to doing the grunt work, cleaning the electrodes and sheaths, even giving the probe a good disinfecting. He held it up to Jimmy "last chance..."

"Never thought I'd hear myself say it..."

"Then fuckin don't okay?" Billy placed everything on the tray, all but handing Kroos the gloves "we're really ready here for ya doc."

"James... I cannot ask you to do this... we really need an adult to -- "

"No more excuses!" Jimmy yanked his head up, the forehead strap omitted in the race to get him ready "time's up doc!"

"C'mon kid" Harry shouted from his post over James, wishing he had some other task than holding his naked officer against the back of the chair, getting his shoes splattered with sweat and worse from James' front "c'mon doc... hey I'll even do it if--"

"I'm pullin rank here!" Jimmy shouted back.

"Fuck Baby you got balls or what!"

"And I'm gonna get the dick to go with them, got it?"

"Is it really that important?"

"Fuck YEAH! okay?"

"Fuck i'ts your funeral... doc?"

"Okay I've been a fly on the wall here so far" from the other John "maybe it's my turn to step up to the plate. This buzzing in my ear tells me that's why I was directed here today."

"You still have you part to play" from John-Alex "but unless we are prepared to deal with the consequences of further delays --"

"Now you're talking!" Jimmy thought he was the topic.

"Doc... are you sure the override in working?" John-Alex all but gave his agreement "if for no other reason than we need to test that --"

"Test whatever! Just get this party started!" even Billy noticed the alarming change in Jimmy's voice. He was fine until they returned to the exam room, then it appeared he just jumped off the edge of the cliff. Maybe the straps were not a bad idea if they told him to wait. Because Jimmy would fly off that table and either kill one of them, or call his dad, and his henchmen would do the job for him. Either way Billy was going to sit this dance out. Just like his dad warned him. And Billy knew listening to his dad's advice was a sure way to miss out on something. When Kroos indicated he needed help, Billy almost shrugged. Like his dad could see the gesture.

It took a bit of doing for Billy to modify the sheaths to Jimmy's specifications. The pouch for his balls was the first in place. But Jimmy's hard stubby acorn of a dick was not what the designers had in mind. With a bit of juggling Billy had the leather sheath in place, the contact intended for that fleshy spot on the underside below the crown ridge ended up right at the opening of his piss slit. By the time Billy removed his hands, they were slippery with Jimmy's endless oozing of pre-cum. Even Kroos' gentle attempts to get the probe into Jimmy's already sore butthole did not seem to have any effect on his hard red dick. As an afterthought Billy dabbed some of the green goo where he thought it might do the least damage, like Jimmy needed any more stimulation, he smirked.

"Now I must emphasize this again" Kroos added between pushes to the end of the metal probe "if for any reason you feel -- "

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." was Jimmy's response to the repeated thrusts "fuckin do it! Turn it fuckin ON!"

Which is what John-Alex did after receiving the exhausted nod from Kroos. The room was filled with a soft occilating drone. It was almost loud enough to drown out the moans and grunts from James, now sitting in the chair, Rocko behind him, Harry by John who was helping him clean the stains from his pants.

"And turn on that fuckin camera as well!" Jimmy shouted next, almost causing Billy to drop the tray he was holding.

"What? C'mon Baby you can't be serious."

"Do it Herms! If I'm gonna be screaming in Martian I want a fuckin record of it!"

"You ain't gonna be..."

"If he agrees, that would be a good idea" from John-Alex, his work at the console finished for the moment. He came over to the head of the table, mopping Jimmy's forehead, keeping the sweat out of his eyes. And he wanted to better angle to view the effect on the kid's crotch. He noticed Billy's attempt to modify the sheath to match Jimmy's penis, worried it might pop off at any moment. But once he saw the slow steady rocking and the red flush spreading from Jimmy's face down to his big smooth chest, he knew it would be a matter of time before the young guy's cock would grow into its holder. When he noticed the lengthening of his already rock hard erection, John lifted Jimmy's head so he could observe what he had been desiring. Jimmy looked down at himself, and was about to say something when the next wave of signals started vibrating into his prostate and then his balls. By the time his cock was throbbing in time to the pulses his head was banging onto the table, a steady thud thud thud almost keeping pace with his cock pulsing and growing. It took Billy a great deal of effort to get any kind of coherent words from him to explain how to work his camera. But one thing Billy got right; a new memory card was snapped in place before he hit "record". Jimmy stood beside John, two tents framing Jimmy's overstuffed shoulders, watching him bucking and growing, bucking and growing. Billy's final attempt to get Jimmy's approval of his photographic skills was met with a great deal of animal grunting. Well so much for a repeat of James' bizarre performance, he thought.

"Well I fear James it too far gone to be speaking any coherent words" John-Alex whispered, almost reading his thoughts.

Even if Jimmy had tried to form coherent words, they would have been little more that "fuck fuck fuck" at that point. When the doc pressed that different metal tube against his already sore butthole he wanted to reconsider all of this. He felt the straps dig into his big soft chest, his arms and wrists as immobilized when the blunt end made contact with his shithole. This time he knew better than to squeeze against it. And when he felt the tingling "down there" he wanted to get his fingers down there to scratch the itch. That's when he felt it slide into him, spreading his hole almost as wide as that damn thing before. Once it was past the ring it had no where to go but deep inside him. When it hit that crazy-bone spot inside he lurched his hips as far as they would go, which was maybe a foot if that. When the doc hit the juice and the tingly itchiness turned into a vibrating wild animal poking him again and again he started calling all of the them every name he could think of. And what was Billy's response? To ask him dumbass crapper questions about his damn camera! Only Jimmy's desparate need to have a record of this kept him from spiraling down into coherence. For all he knew he told Billy to shove the damn thing up his ass, but it sounded like something he was saying made some sense to the dude. Then his balls started wrinking and vibrating as well, like somebody was holding a floor sander to them, and before he could adjust to that insult to his most sensitive spot his dick started erupting! At least that's what it felt like!

Only when somebody behind him -- Billy? -- lifted his head so he could see what was happening, and when the orgasm-like sensations continued from his cock did Jimmy realize he was not lying there blowing his load for the whole world to see. He looked down at himself, down to his big fat tits, then his round jerking belly. What a fucking joke! He knew he could not see his stuff; he had not been able to see his dick past all the flesh for years. He had to stand and jackoff to himself in the mirror to see what he looked like hard and cumming. At first he thought it was totally gay to jerk off to the fat kid in the mirror. Then he got over it and started getting kinda hot seeing how hard he got. A few times he missed cleaning all the stains afterwards and his sister made some snide comment about getting lotion on the mirror. After he beat her up he was more careful in the future. That's when he started the nastiness of cumming in his free hand. And he realized it was easier to clean himself by licking it up than trying to rinse it in the sink, leaving telltale streaks with his luck. So that became he daily routine, standing in the bathroom, watching the dude in the mirror get hard and get off, then licking up the results of their nasty get-together. Yeah he was a sick fuck all right.

So the second or third of whatever time someone lifted his head forward, he almost said something, but all he could do was grunt and yell things that must make what that cop said earlier sound like Shakespeare. He looked down at the big rolling hills of his chest and belly, trying to focus on anything through the tears pouring from his eyes, and then he saw something. At first it looked like someone had propped up some kind of damn dildo covered with lipstick where he guessed his crotch should be. And it was clearing the top of his belly by a whole lotta inches. He tried to say "knock if off it ain't funny!" probably sounding more like "f-f-f-f-f-fuck" when he noticed the damn thing move! What the hell was it if it wasn't some damn latex joke. Then the machine went into its cycle again, the pressure in his dick lessened and he lay back down. Several times the stimulation to his cock, especially that damn thing right at the end that felt like an angry bee stinging him again and again right on the lips of his piss slit, and he screamed for them to stop. When it felt like his dick could not take any more swelling without ripping, the cycle decreased, allowing the skin of his dick to catch up with the internal pressure. Then it would start again, his dick would swell like a goddamn bicycle pump was attached to it, this skin would stretch and burn until he could not stand it, over and over. After a thousand years of that, Jimmy felt something inside his dick give way, some internal valve of something just let go, and after that he gave up trying to figure out what they were doing. All he knew was he felt like cumming over and over again, or he even was cumming for all he could tell, but the vibrating stimulations continued, his dick continued to spasm and swell, and he thought he could just die right then and there, the sensations were overwhelming. So when he was forced to look at that painted dildo someone shoved between his thighs for a joke, he thought he noticed the damn thing was swelling and pulsing in time to his own sensations. Mutherfucker! he screamed, that's ME! THAT'S MY DICK! and with the realization opened the floodgates for the biggest most mind-blowing orgasm of his life! He bucked and bucked, slamming that thing inside him harder and harder against that tingling spot, the express train of his jizz starting to blast its way out of his cock... then it kept coming and coming. But he wasn't cumming! He just kept getting closer and closer and that's when the room started spinning.

When Jimmy came to he was lying in a bright room somewhere. The first thing he noticed was the smell of disinfectant. Then he noticed the another smell: sweat. He looked around trying to resolve the shapes and colors into something he might recognize. Then a large bearded face appeared in front of him,

"How are you feeling?"

"W-w-what who where am I?"

"Do you remember anything Baby?" from a younger face next to him.

"W-w-w-Billy?"

"Man I thought y'were checkin out there for a second."

"The program was forced to abort" the older bearded face continued "after your vital signs rose to a dangerous level. Your blood pressure alone --"

But Jimmy was barely listening. His arms were free and he was trying to rub some feeling back into them. The familiar touch of his soft skin was a better reviving method than all those words. His hands rubbed over his arms, the up to his big bulky shoulders. As the blood started pumping back where it belonged his hand shot down the front of his body, expecting to find clothing but only more sweaty bare flesh. His hand grabbed for his cock before he knew what he was doing. When his fist made contact with the gigantic sensitive tube sticking out from his balls he gave a yelp and yanked his hand away. But it was back there in a second.

"Jimmy you might want to stop that" from that face -- Kroos, he remembered the name "your penis is still quite sensitive after everything..." but Jimmy's hand was rubbing and tugging like mad, in part from the novelty of having a handful and more! to pull and in part because it felt like he could cum any second! He looked around, seeing a whole fuckin room full of guys! All watching him masturbate! Did that stop him?

John-Alex was the first to realize the severity of the problem. He was rummaging through drawers until Billy tossed him a rubber hose which they used for a torniquet. Had Jimmy not been through his ordeal he would not have let himself be tied so easily. But with Billy's and Kroos' help, his hands were tied behind his back as well. They looked from him to James, dawning on them they had two cases on their hands now.

"Billy could you..."

"Sure thing doc" Billy looked at Jimmy, too tired to fight any more "what?"

"Could you... Jimmy will need a shower..."

"At least!" Billy looked around the room, seeing who could help drag the big football player to the facilities. The only other person dressed for the task was Rocko, but he had his hands full keeping James from flying out the chair he called home at that moment. Harry? Billy could only imagine the lectures and threats he would get once he got Billy alone. No thanks. His eyes settled on that big beefy John guy,

"Gimme a hand okay?"

"Me?" John looked around the room "for what?"

"Get Jimmy here down the hall..."

John looked around, almost expecting Kroos to intervene. This was proving to be a far different afternoon than he was expecting. The squad car downstairs should have been warning enough. But after his run-in with Kroos and Joel the day before, seeing Kroos and knowing, just knowing! he was the mysterious hunk all but haunting his dreams, he knew he had to see this curious situation first-hand regardless of the consequences.

"Kroos... we'll be right back" John grunted over his shoulder. As expected he did not get a response from the big hairy stud. Man, talk about feeling like a fifth wheel. John told himself he'd play fiftieth wheel if that's what it took to hang around and see this thing through.

John grabbed one shoulder, Billy grabbed the other, and the three waddled their way out the door and down the hall.

"Billy right?" John started as soon as they had some privacy.

"Yeah... John right?"

"You got it."

"Which is short for... Jerry? Fred? Waldo?" Billy caught the smile on his strong handsome face.

"No... short for John I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint you."

"It's just there's a whole boatload of 'Johns' around here lately" Billy looked around the hall. John saw the paranoia immediately. They got Jimmy through the door with a mimimum of damage and had all four showers running before he slid to the floor. Once they got him propped up under the closest spray John looked at Billy,

"Now can we talk without being overheard?"

"What? Who told you -- "

"You did" John was trying to hold one elbow as best he could "or rather your eyes did in the hallway."

"What? You some kinda cop or something?"

"Detective actually..."

"Yeah right..." but Billy backed away.

"Ask your friend Joel if you don't believe me" John noticed Jimmy starting to return to earth, releasing his hold. Jimmy struggled with his restraints but muttered "fuckit" and balanced by himself, the water hitting his face like a perfect cure for this hangover he had. Or so it felt.

John shrugged at Billy's expression "so can I hang these up there?" looking at the hooks lining the far wall.

"Y-y-yeah, that's what..." the words catching a bit seeing John unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his stocky muscular frame he revealed, the more Billy's usual smart mouth failed him. Or else the blood was rushing from his face to his cock. Like Billy needed another level of horniness added to his already horny state. If he didn't bust a nut soon he would need his arms tied as well.

John put his shirt and then his pants on the hooks provided, knowing that Billy kid was boring laser beams into his back. Let him look all he wants, John thought, but there are more important things at work now than some horny teenager perving on his body. He hesitated with his t-shirt. Should he strip down all the way? If not he did not look forward to spending the rest of the afternoon wearing wet clothes. As long as no sexual contact occurred between him and these two guys, he should be fine. He was not going to give the cameras any more material with which to hang him! After his fresh air sexcapade yesterday, his grave was already dug. So when he turned back to Billy, naked and completed hard, he knew what he had to do. Or not do.

"Maaaan" Billy was almost stroking himself "are you the stud or what?" All he could think about was this huge-shouldered dude with the iron sticking out from his crotch, shiny and even oozing a bit as Billy stared at it, imagining this cop? detective? whatever getting into it with that loose cannon Joel and Kroos. Billy was staring and drooling.

"Billy..." John went over to Jimmy propped against the wall, the water streaming down his round body "we have work to do."

"Anything you say" Billy answered him, almost on his knees.

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah...?"

"We're gonna clean ya up okay?" Billy knew he had to leave his clothes on, even if it meant getting soaked again. Because if he got naked now, there would be such a collision of dicks it would make their heads spin. Or rather their dicks explode. No orifice would be safe if Billy's fanatasies got their way. So his clothes stayed on!

"Billy..." was all Jimmy could say. He stood there as the water pounded him, his skin tingling in a differnt better way. He almost screamed when the water first hit his sensitive balls, but he was still trying to adjust to everything, slowly catching his breath and reminding himself he was going to live, he was going to survive this. If he knew how intense the whole experience would be, what extreme pain he would suffer, he would never have agreed to any of this. But his eyes opened after days and days of standing there slowly coming back to earth, the water and tears blurring everything, then he noticed that red tube sticking out in front of him. And reminded himself this was all worth it. The water slamming into his crotch burned his balls and cock, but only heightened his need to cum. A few time he tried to use the spray to stimulate his dick, but all it did was make the head more sensitive. Like it wasn't hyper-sensitive already. What he really needed was a nice soft wet hole to push his cock in. Like somebody's butt! The shock of what he just imagined caused him to lose his balance, but then he felt somebody grabbing him, then another set of hands and he was steady on his feet again. But the image of some dude bent over in front of him, his cock -- his real full-sized cock! -- buried in the dude's spasming hole, just kept him returning again and again, keeping him on the edge.

Jimmy felt Billy's hands on his ass, and almost pulled away, the ancient instinct still strong. And when those nimble fingers went to his crack he clenched tight, an irrational panic making his chubby frame quiver and shake. But when those fingers found his hole, his sorely stretched and very itchy hole, he surprised himself by bending forward, crouching down with the big naked guy's help, as Billy's fingers started worming their way inside him.

"Relax..." Jimmy heard a voice from miles away say "we gotta get that shit outa ya. That green goo only gets worse and worse."

"What is it Billy, exactly?"

"Gotta ask your good buddy Kroos about that one."

"But you must know something?"

"What I know" Billy's fingers started to work around inside Jimmy's big butt "is the docs always use it when they run their experiments, okay?" that and I'd like to some on my dick right now! "okay Jimmy don't freak okay?"

"What... what are you going to do?" thinking those fingers were going to be replaced by Billy's dick any second. The thought of some dude inside him -- stretching his itching hole with something warm and rubbery instead of cold and metallic -- was almost as much a turn-on as having his dick in some guy as well. His dick plowing deeper and deeper inside some tight hot hole exploding his huge load are far as it would explode! Where did all these buttfucking images come from? What was happening to him? Did he just turn into this big fat fag overnight? His dad would fuckin kill him! And that was just for starters!

"Yeah... don't stop... just like that" Jimmy was grunting and rocking back and forth on Billy's fingers. Then he felt soapy hands start to rub over his shoulders and chest "oh YEAH! Keep going!"

John stood there, his naked torso getting splattered with the soapy mess bouncing off Jimmy's large frame. Several times he glanced at Billy, clothed but wetter than he would have wanted, crouching behind Jimmy's behind, his face level with both their crotches. John was waiting for Billy to make some crack about his hardon sticking out from his hairy crotch, almost rubbing against Jimmy's crotch and hips as he continued to clean him up. But Billy looked busy digging deep inside Jimmy's hole, his fingers emerging time and again covered with that green stuff. After a few minutes of that Billy admitted defeat, returning to his task with one of the metal nozzles from the collection on the wall.

"That really necessary?" John asked, regretting it as soon as the words were out. Jimmy twisted from his slippery grip and saw what had prompted John's question. He pulled away, his head down, his hands trying to free themselves. Beneath all that bulk, the kid had muscles! And he was straining them to their maximum trying to get away from that latest outrage.

"No fuckin way Herms!"

"C'mon Baby, I'm trying to help you here!"

"I've had enough nasty metal things up my butt to last a lifetime."

"Baby, if I don't get that stuff outa ya you're gonna just go outa your mind!"

"Like I ain't now" looking at the big naked dude in front of him, his hardon real eager to rub against Jimmy again. And Billy standing there waving that metal garden hose in his face, his own hose showing hard and vertical in his pants "standing here between you two boners. Like I just had my balls fried, what's your excuse?"

"Jimmy this is serious. This will flush that goo outa ya okay?"

"Maybe I don't-- "

"Of course you do! You wanna go home like that?" pointing at Jimmy's polish sausage between his legs.

"Fuck..." which was something he had not considered. It was one thing to stumble into these bizarre sex experiments today; it was something else to take it home with him.

"Does he really need to have an enema?" John asked. Because that's what it was "what would be the effects if he just... well his body got rid of it naturally?"

"By the time it was all shit out of him" Billy had no more use for euphemisms "he would be a nervous wreck. Geez Jimmy, can you really not sleep for three or four nights straight because your butt is on fire, you dick raw and bleeding cause you can't stop jacking it?"

"Billy, surely it would not be that bad" John saw Jimmy react to that like that would be a very very exciting prospect. He was almost licking his lips in anticipation.

"That green shit seems to do amazing things when it's used with the machines and electrodes and shit. But without that other stuff, when it's just used by itself" looking at Jimmy "like last night or you forget about that already?"

"What about it?" from both of them.

"You saw what it made Kroos do."

"The green shit didn't make him do that, Joel did."

"What happened last night? Exactly?" John had a queasy feeling deep in his gut "did Joel continue--"

"I get the idea you were one of Joel's -- or Kroos' -- sex toys" Billy got the water running from the nozzle adjusting the temperature "before Joel made Kroos do his show at the Y. After that it just went downhill even more..."

"He may be right" John put his hands back on Jimmy's burning shoulders "there may be components, chemical components in the gel which might have serious side-effects."

"But I don't want..." I don't want to have it out of me, Jimmy almost said. What he feared was once the burning inside him stoppped, so would the effects on his dick. Something Billy would do was going to make his dick deflate back to its regular three inch state. If it meant walking around with a can of mace up his butt, so be it!

"I'm serious here Baby. This stuff's gotta come out okay? You're like the first dude that actually likes suffering okay? Most guys come back complainin cause they can't sleep they can't work they can't do anything but walk about like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like with their ass burning and their dick showin. Non-stop."

"Y'mean?" Jimmy heard the magic words " even after they... clean that outa their asses, their dicks still stay hard?"

"Well yeah!" Billy felt the tightness in Jimmy's glutes decrease a bit "and after screwing their wives for the hundredth time and they still can't lose their hard! Boy you should hear them callin the office the next day screaming bloody murder!"

"Y'mean... I ain't gonna..."

"Billy, I believe Jimmy here is afraid once he loses the chemical stimulation, he's going to lose his hard-earned... hardon" John held Jimmy's shoulders, his muscles relaxing in response "is that what you're afraid of?"

Jimmy did not respond at first. Only after letting it all sink in, all the implications work their way through his thick skull, did he ease away from John and crouch forward, letting Billy apply the nozzle to his puffy ring. He leaned back into it, hoping and praying this was the last outrage his ass was to suffer. And praying harder this would not ruin all his hard-earned efforts to have a working dick. Once he felt it shoving its way deep into him, lubed by the constant flow of water from various openings, everything he experienced in that exam room came flooding back to him.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Jimmy started screaming. John tried pulled Jimmy away, thinking Billy was hurting him, until he heard "fuck yeah! deeper deeper shove it shove it, fuck me fuck me fuck me" his hips spasming like Billy was almost electrocuting him. John resumed his grip, doing everything he could to prevent contact between Jimmy's still red dick and anything. As well as his own dick and any part of Jimmy's warm slippery body. At this rate it was going to be a short race to the finish line, both of them blowing their cum all over the wet tile floors.

"Please hurry Billy" John was panting. Billy took one look at John's cock and saw the way it was swelling at the head. Billy had seen enough cock's at that stage to know this guy was almost biting his lips to keep his balls from emptying right there and them. Billy turned up the flow of water into Jimmy, and when he was convinced it was emerging clear, eased it out of him. Jimmy sank to his knees, John not far behind him.

Harry and Kroos were too busy arguing to notice the wet threesome return and fight over the last clean towel. The fact that John was naked and very very aroused went unnoticed by most of them. Only James made a comment,

"So you bastards get into it? How come you dudes get to get your rocks off and I gotta sit here with this con breathin down my back?"

"We hadda clean him up..." Billy wiped his face, then handed the towel back to John.

"Okay then you can just clean this up now" pointing down at his crotch. His cock was still up and almost flat against his stomach, his pubes and balls shiny with the clear overflow still oozing from the end of his angry cock.

"What seems to be the problem" John went over to John-Alex by the console.

"Enough bullshit" Jimmy slid away from Billy, using John's departure to wiggle his way over to the table, twisting himself back into his favorite spot "let's finish this!"

"Finish what?" Kroos held up his hand to Harry, calling a truce. He went over to Jimmy wiggling on the table "what do you think you --"

"I ain't finished here!"

"Jimmy are you sure you have not had enough of this for one day?"

"Not until..."

"Until you have a penis down to your knees?" Kroos tried to joke. When he saw Jimmy's eyes light up he added "and even if that were possible, which I assure you is NOT! We are not going to... I mean there will be no more treatments for you until we have repaired -- "

"Y'happy kid?" from James "y'broke the damn machine!"

"He did not..." Kroos continued, trying to ignore James. His patience was worn thin, and having this guy continuing with his loud and abrasive interruptions was more than he could handle right now "you did not Jimmy. Because you are very lucky the overrides stepped in when they did before. The machine may have killed you."

"I'll take that risk!"

"No Jimmy you will not" Kroos tried to move his dead weight from the table "I am still the doctor here."

"What's wrong with the machine?" Billy joined the two Johns at the console "I thought you guys finally got it working again?"

"We thought we did too" John-Alex looked at Kroos, ignoring the angry expression on Harry's face "but we may have been wrong. Maybe the damn numbers from James were something else entirely. It seems they were not his body's response -- "

"I told ya what they were!" James yelled "they're winning lottery numbers! Now let me go so I can get fuckin rich!"

"Officer Larson, you are going nowhere until you calm down and..." Harry looked at him "and that thing calms down as well" everyone fully aware of what part of his anatomy he was indicating.

"But the numbers... " Billy felt like his small part to play now counted for nothing. Less than nothing "I just wrote them down. I didn't know if they meant anything!" don't blame me, it ain't my fault.

"We are not blaming you Billy" John-Alex again reading his mind "we did not know if they had any relevence either. Not until we saw the patterns, the repeating series..."

"Enough jawing... lemme see" Jimmy allowed Kroos to get him on his feet again. And once he was standing there was little Kroos could do to slow the momentum. Jimmy stood next to Billy, his hands unable to hold the clipboard so Billy held it up to his face. Jimmy read and nodded, Billy even turning a page or two "it's simple enough."

"What?" from too many directions.

"These numbers here..." pointing his nose at a part of the page, then another "and these... they're just part of the Fibonacci series..."

"What's the kid saying?" Harry was in over his head "english kid!"

"Sorry I forget everyone ain't the computer geek like me" Jimmy looked at the numbers again "well there a type of Fibonnacci series, actually one of the derivatives -"

"Yes we thought they were something to do..." Kroos looked at John-Alex. See? I told you they were a mathmatically formal series!

"In forward and backward progression... except there and there..." Jimmy was almost glad to have his mind off his ticking timebomb for a dick "and those ones there all like totally jacked."

"So what are you? Einstein?" Harry was not enjoying the Guenther kid calling the shots all of a sudden "Kroos?"

"Billy did you write those down correctly?"

"Fuck I know!" Billy tossed the clipboard onto the counter "I thought they were right! But hell if I know!"

"But that is all we have to go on..." Kroos found a chair and collapsed. He adjusted his weight a few times to relieve the pressure on his sore ass but it felt too good to just sit.

"Hell it is!" Jimmy protested "you got a perfect record of mister nutcase cop talking in Martian--"

"I'm gonna fuckin kill you kid!" from James.

"If this shit don't kill you first" Jimmy shot back, already looking around for what he needed "if it don't kill us all first... Billy?"

"What?"

"Where's my fuckin camera?"

"Right here" Billy located it on the counter, pushed behind some implements "why?"

"It's playback time!"

"What?" Billy went over to Jimmy "playback?"

"Hit that, no that one there" Jimmy struggled with his restraints "can I get the fuck outa these now?"

"You won't do anything crazy?"

"You fuckin want my help or not" that was directed at Harry.

"Fine... but ya gotta promise..." Billy loosened the rubber tubing from Jimmy's forearms, very shocked at the discoloration to his wrists and hands "you okay?"

"Yeah yeah..." Jimmy's hands were free, rubbing the circulation back into them. It took longer than he expected, his fingers white and stiff before he got them moving again. As soon as he did he got the camera to replay the tape. When he saw himself on the monitor, writhing and moaning with the procedure, seeing his crotch from Billy's angle his less numb hand was at his cock.

"Stop!" Kroos yelled.

"Fine okay..." Jimmy looked around the room "guy can't even jack in piece" realizing that was what he was doing. Even with the prickliness lessening in his chute, his dick was still demanding attention. It was not as alarming and cartoonish as the one on the display screen, but it was still more than a handful "so where's the other one?"

"Other what?"

"The other memory card, bonehead!"

"Oh shit I forgot about..." Billy reached into his wet pants pocket "I forgot..."

"If you erased this in the shower... so help me" Jimmy had to use both hands to switch the two cards, his dick safe for the moment. He hit "replay" and was relieved to see an image of someone other than himself on the "table of torture". Several times he hit fast-forward and back as Kroos and John-Alex came to watch the small screen.

It took them the better part of three minutes to go over James' various vocalizations to discover the parts where Billy's hearing failed him. Not that it was his fault. James was babbling and yelling so rapidly it sounded like two voices babbling simultaneously in certain places. The camera and the console became good friends as the two exhanged the more arcane bits of data. After a while Kroos and John-Alex were satisfied they had reconstructed the greatest sections.

"Now what?" Harry looked at his watch "we're running out of time here doc."

"He's right..." John-Alex looked at him "we believe we have restored the more worrisome sections of the program... hell we've even created whole new parts... here and here" tapping the display on the console "my guess is even 'they' never imagined..."

"What do we do?" Kroos looked at him "what in god's name do we do with it now?"

"Turn it over to the Feds of course" Harry shrugged, a no-brainer for him.

"So they can do what with it?" even John did not like that prospect.

"Lemme give it a go!" from Rocko, anxious for any task that did not include babysitting the crazy cop.

"He may be right" John-Alex looked at Kroos, then Harry "in part."

"Okay..." Rocko took a step towards the table. As soon as he was out of arms length James tried to free himself from his chair. Rocko almost cold-cocked him before he realized who he was.

"There is that as well" John-Alex held the clipboard, jabbing his fingers into the parts circled in red "where it appears..."

"Now what's the problem?" Jimmy used the interruption to beat Rocko to the table "I fixed your fuckin problems okay?"

"Yes we still cannot account for those..." Kroos bit his lips, wishing he could just walk away from all of this now "unless we had two machines... two programs..."

"Well y'don't" Harry folded his arms over his big chest, making his belly stick out further "why the hell you need two machines?"

"Well there are parts of the sequence" John-Alex again jabbing his thick fingers into the circled sections "where it appears to indicate two separate, two simulaneous programs running in tandem."

"So?" Jimmy was almost pounding his fists into the table, his frustration at the breaking point.

"Why you need two machines?" Billy was clueless "if both programs are already in there?"

"Well we don't know exactly if we-- "

"Just use two people."

"What?" Kroos looked at Billy "Two people?"

"Can't the machine handle two guys at once? One program to one guy, the other --"

"That would be impossible" from Kroos.

"Just like I tried to suggest" from John-Alex at the same time.

"Why not?" Billy watched the two exchange looks Billy could never explain "well?"

"Well while you form a committee to discuss it" Harry looked around the room "we need to wrap this up."

"C'mon doc" Billy persisted "it's now or never okay? This may be the only chance you ever get! Before all this stuff is taken by the government or whatever you were talkin about before and what they're gonna do with -- "

"Billy is correct" John-Alex had to beat down Kroos' reluctance "today is our only chance. And you of all people should be aware of what this could do in the wrong hands."

"What?" Jimmy was practically sitting on his hands to keep them away from his dick "a bunch of hyper-sexed soldiers with elephant dicks?"

"Nothing so benign" Kroos looked at him, admitting defeat "or... erotic I fear."

"Fear is right" John-Alex started getting the console ready "we should all fear what this could do... what this now CAN do."

"Are you saying this thing's primed?" Harry even got in on the concern "like a bomb?"

"Like we said before" John-Alex looked at Kroos "exactly like a bomb."

"Then turn it fucking OFF!"

"Harry... it won't explode, WE'LL explode, remember?"

"Sign me UP!" again from Jimmy.

"Which does bring up the issue" Kroos looked at John-Alex "who should volunteer for such a risky procedure? Because this is my responsibility I believe I should be one of the two..."

"Sorry Kroos" John-Alex patted him on the shoulder "you're practically dead on your feet now. Putting yourself under such strain could... well I don't want to think about it."

"Tag!" Jimmy raised his hand "I'm it!"

"Sorry Jimmy" John-Alex started plugging cords into the jacks, his fingers quick in spite of their shaking "you've had enough turns on this ride."

"But... but... but..." Jimmy hated to admit it but hooked up to that thing after all he had experienced would cause him to turn inside out, upside down and generally spill his brains all over the room.

"So who?" Harry looked around the room, feeling a bit overdressed. Suddenly his clothes were a bullseye. He wanted to rip them off but that would only have the opposite effect "don't fuckin look at me! Don't even think about it!"

"Well Kroos..." Billy started pulling his wet shirt over his head "y'don't gotta say it. I know when I'm fucked..."

"Not this time" John-Alex saw Kroos' reaction "you're too young. What if something happened?"

"So it's an adult you need right?" John looked around the room. Just when he was back in his dry clothes, just when his perpetual hardon was under control and under wraps "that means me right?"

"You have any idea the seriousness of --"

"Not in the least..." John looked at Kroos "the only problem is... well Kroos knows my... problem..."

"Hell it's not like y'can't get it up" Rocko had watched him return to the room, all three of them boned like they were fresh from a stag show "so what's your --"

"Your... condition" Kroos looked at him "would normally disqualify you..."

"What are you two talkin about?" John-Alex interrupted.

"The doc here knows..." John looked at them both "I got a... well let's say over-excitable dick."

"Dude, y'can say that again" from Jimmy.

"No... I mean... it doesn't take me much to... y'know..."

"Your worries about... premature ejaculation are not as serious as you fear" Kroos turned to John-Alex "but it would disqualify him..."

"Why? Because he is super-sensitive to stimulation? Kroos, remember the program have all built-in mechanisms... well now they have them and there is no reason to believe it cannot compensate for that. Remember?"

"Yes, the program can make certain adjustments, within certain parameters..."

"Well John?" John-Alex looked at him "if you're man enough to stand there and admit to being an early shooter, then I guess you're man enough for this. What do you say?"

"Kroos?" John still needed Kroos' okay. After all, John came to this office today because of him, not anything else. And now he was in the thick of this maelstrom not of his own making "you're the doc...?"

"Of course you realize I cannot force you to..."

"Then how about I just volunteer" he reached out and grabbed Kroos the shoulders, his dick revisiting that afternoon on the beach "my way of saying thanks."

"For what?" from Kroos and a few others.

"Let's say for a hot fishing tip" John winked. Kroos smiled and returned the hug.

"So it's John and me then?" from Billy, looking around the room. He found the second table and started wheeling it next to the first.

"We won't need that" John-Alex looked at John "it may be cramped but we can manage. If you don't mind?"

"Mind what?" John looked at Billy already tossing a sheet on it.

"Kroos? Billy?" John-Alex got their attention "we don't have two sets of restraints do we?"

Billy finished with the table and started a frantic digging through the drawers. One would have thought his puppy died from his expression when he closed the third drawer.

"Just as I feared" John-Alex started tugging at the button of his polo shirt "Kroos, we both know there is no one else more qualified than --"

"But you blew your load at least once last night!" Billy protested. Somehow he had to figure out a way to make up for the seized restraints. But for once, his fevered brain was failing him.

"Billy is right..." Kroos looked around the room "but so are you" to John-Alex "unless there is someone new -- someone waiting in the wings, then..."

"Well there ain't" from Harry. As soon as he said it, seeing their eyes turn to him he regretted it. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt "y'don't gotta..."

"Sorry Connors, but this is my area. This is my problem, not yours. Keep yer shirt on" John-Alex tried to get a smile from Harry, but settled for him sitting himself down again. He never saw anybody button their shirt so fast in his life. He looked at John already down to his white boxers, noticing the thousand and one stains scattered all over the pouch. Could this guy do it? Could he even let someone put the probe in him without spontaneously cumming? Only one way to find out.

John-Alex had the polo shirt off and was kicking out of his shoes before anyone changed their minds. But his eyes were on Jimmy when he unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one quick motion. The eyes on his hardon were almost superfluous at this point. He went over to the table and waited for John to join him.

John watched the other guy strip off his clothes. Unlike most of the guys in the room he had not seen him naked before. So he had not idea what crazy things he had done the night before, messing around with everyone on stage, the soap fights in the showers, the jack-off contest he lost to Moose, the blowjob he received from the good doctor, the activities in the audience getting Willis to blow his load in John-Alex's hand, all of it. What he did to get Jimmy free of his hangups with his alter-ego was almost a footnote to everything else. Not for Jimmy surely.

So John had no idea who this guy was or of what he was capable. But when he saw John-Alex's clothes come off, when he saw that scar on his shoulder, the way the hair on his belly made those distinctive curls, the way his cock bent and curved to right when hard, all of it looked familiar. He had the same shudder as when he saw Kroos and Joel at the marina yesterday. John walked over to the table next to him, wracking his brain, rerunning those dreams to place him where? He had the same uncanny familiarity but it was vague, shadowy, just out of reach.

"Why don't you get up first?" John-Alex suggested.

"On the table?"

"Of course..."

"Just how are we doing this?" John jumped onto the table, almost placing his feet in the stirrups.

"Can't you slide over? Can you make room?" John-Alex tried to place himself next to the large frame. Their hips fought for space on the table, suddenly very narrow. After a bit of struggling, they managed to find room. But only by rotating sideways a bit, their crotches pressed together, their dicks hidden in the trench between their hips.

"Doc?" Billy saw the problem right away "how about like what we did with Klu and Mannie?" hearing the short cough come from Jimmy.

"I ain't sayin a fuckin word!" Jimmy raised his hands.

"What does that mean?" John-Alex turned to locate Kroos at the console. He was lying on his right side smashed into John in front of him. They almost had their arms around each other to keep from falling off the edge.

"We had two guys in once, and they were on the table at the same time but both facing the same way..."

"So who's gonna spoon who?" John-Alex looked at John three inches in front of his face. Before he started to move, John was already flipping over, all but pressing his ass back into John-Alex's battering ram.

"Shit..." James grunted from the back of the room "never saw a cop so eager to get fucked."

"Another crack like that" Harry wheeled on him "and that'll be your ass up there."

"Sorry" James shook his head "I'm like 'disqualified' remember?"

"Well I'm gonna UN-'disqualifiy' ya got it?"

"No that may not work either" from Kroos already checking the cables attached to the console. Billy had located and connected the second metal probe, but another sets of sheaths were lacking. He helped Kroos with the Y-connections but when it came time to throw the chest straps over them, he agreed with Kroos they were at an impasse.

"We really need the straps?" Billy held them up.

"See if they will fit" Kroos finished connecting all the attachments and cables. He watched Billy bring the chest strap over both their sides, but he was about three feet short.

"Nope, won't work."

"Are you sure there are no others?"

"Are you sure we need them?" from John-Alex "we don't even know if..."

"We will have to do without them then" Kroos looked from the two probes in his hands to the two naked guys on the table. The way they were lying made the task impossible.

"Make'm switch around" Jimmy almost bit his lip to hide the smile "y'know head to toe?"

"What?" from several guys "do what?"

"Y'know..." Billy tossed the strap "John? Can you turn around? No..." seeing him turn onto his other side "put your head down there, your feet up here..."

"Daaaaamn..." John got down then back up as Billy was suggesting "this is like sixty-nining?" feeling John-Alex's breath on his damp crotch. As much as he would have like to shove his hips forward until his dick went into that mysterious guy's mouth, he did not think he was brought he to get a public fifty-second blowjob. And seeing that curved hard dick inches from his chin only reminded him that fifty seconds might be closer to ten. But the musky damp scent coming from that hairy crotch was almost as familiar as his own. Nothing would be hotter than doing the deed right here and now with this guy, with Kroos looking on or even filling his ass at the same time, but they had an audience right now. And there were bigger stakes than an afternoon orgy.

"That's disgusting" from James, who else.

"Then don't look" from Harry. As much as the sight of two guys almost trading blowjobs was not his idea of a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon, he was just glad neither of them was him.

John-Alex watched with a bit of alarm when John was so quick to flip around. When he imagined these experiments, even with two subjects, it never looked like this, like something so intimate and physical as two guys with their faces buried in each others' crotches. Not that he would ever turn down a blowjob, or give one for that matter. But not in front of all this mixed audience, Jimmy and Billy included. But he knew he could not lecture Jimmy about courage if he did not have the balls himself to go through with something like this. Just not this.

Kroos came over with the first of the two probes, debating which one should be first. Remembering John's hyper-sensitive condition, he decided on John-Alex. When he brought his hands to his firm full ass, his hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped the device.

"Before you break it..." Billy was right there, tugging gloves on fast "lemme do this. You go man the machine. C'mon Kroos remember you trained my t'do this okay? How many times have I -- "

"Too many" that James again.

"Maybe... maybe you're right..." Kroos was too tired to argue "please be careful."

"The picture of 'careful', that's me" Billy's lubed finger was working its way between John-Alex's hard buns. Man, this dude must do some serious running, Billy thought, even if his upper body ain't as big as John's there. When John-Alex leaned back into Billy's finger, putting some distance between his crotch and John's face, Billy knew they were working together now. Several fingers had the goo inside him, and when Billy's expert fingers started the gradual nudging of the lubed metal end, he felt the slight resistance ease and with a few withdrawals and reinsertions he had the probe in place. Before Kroos said anything, he pulled some surgical tape off the tray and had the end taped against John-Alex's cheeks, hoping it did not pull off those hairs in the process.

He repeated the same process with John on the other side of the table, looking over at Jimmy a few times, even giving him a thumbs up at one point. He hated to admit it but it was a good suggestion, even if a bit "kinky" from someone like him. Billy had two fingers pushed the green goo deep into John's spasming chute when he realized the problem. He leaned down and whispered,

"Don't do it man... don't let it..."

"Please hurry okay?"

"You really that sensitive?" Billy almost smile at the obvious. He has his fingers up this big hunky cop dude, the guy's dick burping every time Billy's fingers did fuckin ANYTHING! and he's asking if he's sensitive? Billy, are you kidding?

"Go easy... and hurry... please Billy..."

Man, talk about yanking him like a puppet on a string! Billy you could make this dude shoot just doing this! the finger slid out, the greasy metal tip pressing the ring -- but you won't, got it? With his free hand, Billy found a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He heard Kroos say something but unscrewed the cap and splashed some in his hand. Before anyone could stop him he slapped it against John's fuzzy belly!

John let out a yelp and almost fell backwards off the table. However Billy's front was there to stop him. That and a rather firm metal tube which was at the right spot. John recovered from the icy-hot slap to his belly button like some badly aimed aftershave only to realize there was something opening his sphincter. By the time he was rebalanced on the table, Billy had worked the tube in further. With one hand working the greased device in and out of John's ass, the other waving the fumes away from John-Alex's coughing throat, Billy had it in place and taped in record time. And John was too shocked to worry about anything else oozing out of his dick, clear or not.

"You guys okay?" Billy looked down at the two faces in profile, John-Alex's deep in concentration, John's all tight and pinched.

"Yeah... yeah... okay..." or variations from both of them.

"Doc y'want me to put those on them too?" thumbing at the rest of the electrodes.

"That might not be a bad idea..." Kroos double-checked the connections, then stood beside the console, looking like he had been through the ringer.

"Doc? Ah... who gets what? I mean..."

"John... you decide..." but it sounded like a question.

John-Alex rubbed John's rump in front of him "well, which do you want?"

"Neither honestly" John moaned "that dick sheath will make me cum in like five seconds. The ball sac fuckin HALF that time."

"Your balls really that sensitive?"

"Fuck ya" John arched his back, even the breath from John-Alex on him was too much.

"I'm in the same boat" John-Alex had an up-close view of what he meant. The alcohol slap before had knocked some of the starch out of that dick inches from his face. But the way those balls were churning and rolling around only confirmed his words "or rather the same table... right buddy?" slapping him on his rump. John replied with a whmmfph! but that was enough.

"Paper scissors" Jimmy yelled out. Well not really yelled because he was edging over to the table, almost within reach of the side.

"We may have to" John tried to smile. But with a metal baseball bat up his ass, his dick within striking distance of this dude's mouth, his belly button still stinging from that damn slap, it was more of a grimace than a smile. He raised his fist until John-Alex could see it as clearly as his wet shiny dick, then he raised his as well. They knocked them together three times, the third John's flat palm slammed against John-Alex's two fingers.

"Guess you win then" John lowered his arm, not sure what that meant "so which...?"

"I'll take the ball straps" John-Alex grunted "unless you -- "

"Nah, do it" John opened his eyes to watch Billy's fingers tug and pull at John-Alex's nuts, the black pouch snapping into place in less time than he would have guessed. He got a super close-up of John-Alex's barely softened dick fill and harden with the efforts. The way the final strap went around the base of his dick, locking the pouch in place, it was forced straight forward, the curve now bending upward directly into John's nose. If he stuck his tongue out it would have gone right into John-Alex's slit.

"Okay we'll go slow and easy..." Billy brought his hand between John's pubes and John-Alex's chin.

"Make that fast and..." John braced for the contact with his dick. Billy made sure his fingers never came close to the red shiny head. He had the sheath around the base and the first snap in place and closed when that dick started spasming. Billy's other hand was ready and delivered a quick slap to John's beefy shoulder fast. It was enough to distract him so Billy could get the rest of the sheath closed around the length of his cock, all the way up to the sensitive spot where the underside of the crown formed the swollen V. John gasped and spasmed but got a harder slap to his back for his effort. When John's chin banged into the blunt end of John-Alex's cock Billy raised his hands, denying any responsibility. But he had them both strapped and wired. Now it was up to Kroos.

"All yours Kroos..." Billy stepped backwards, only to impale himself on Jimmy's tube "dude..." he gave it a friendly tug "warn a guy when you sneak up on him with that spear."

"Funny..." Jimmy smiled. Man, it felt AWESOME to hear someone call it a '"spear"!

"Gentlemen..." Kroos hit a few buttons "you understand the basic principles... you have both seen this in action previous. Again I must stress that -- "

"Enough speech, do it!" from Harry, getting out of his chair. At this point, getting Harry out of his chair would take a major event. And he was still reluctant to advertize his never-fading erection with James still watching his every move. But seeing this bizarre show was too much a temptation.

Kroos asked the two one last time if they had any questions, and when they both grunted something like "no" he hit the "run" button. There are a soft, almost too-soft humming come from the console, then a slightly louder moaning coming from the table. Both guys started a slow rocking forward and backward as the stimulation deep inside their holes started to go right into their prostates. At first they were rocking in tandem, their hips flexing forward, their cocks almost touching the other guy's face. Then they were rocking alternately, a slow rocking dance first one then the other. Then the program went into the next phase, the guys standing near the table not sure what what happening. All they could see was that both of them were dangerously close to the edge of the table, threatening to topple off as their spasm became more dramatic.

Billy was the first one to realize he needed to brace John's back like before. When he signaled Jimmy to do the same for John-Alex he expected some snide comment. But Jimmy responded with almost glee. The two of them pressed against the two guy, almost pinning them between their two midsections. So when the other electrodes, the ones attached to their genitals started firing as well, neither Billy nor Jimmy got zapped, both already in physical contact. Harry was not as lucky when he grabbed the head of the table near John's feet. He yelped as his hands flew away from the end, but with a bit of a grimace returned them to the covered pad, not as surprised the second time.

Rocko was not in the mood to be left out of the party. After all this was his baby right? If it wasn't for his "cooperation" they would still be rubbing sticks together. His butt still ached remembering his contribution to the day's activities. He yanked James free of the chair with his usual gentleness, dragging him over to the table as well. No one was going to spoil his front row seats to this freaky show. Seeing Harry jump when his belly made contact with the table convinced him this cop pinned in front of him was going to be his bumper. So when he forced James' crotch against the table, his hard dick bouncing with the electrical sting, Rocko thought it was funny enough to do it again. And again.

James felt himself yanked to his feet, the sweaty arms around his bare chest, his crotch again thrust forward and exposed. But he was not anyone's concern other than the roidhead behind him, even when he was walked over to that table. Even when Rocko forced his dick against the table, a significant jolt making his cock bounce in spite of his efforts to twist away, James realized no one was paying him any attention. Everyone was watching those two dudes on the table, face to crotch, wired and wriggling like two worms hitting the hot pavement. Even James was hypnotized by their ordeal, his own cock slammed again and again into the live metal, his dick almost growing to anticipate the next jolt.

Kroos watched the numbers on the console, amazed and very alarmed. He was beginning to realize those "miscellaneous" numbers they had programmed into the console, the ones neither of them understood at first, were proving to be part of a more complex feedback loop than he had ever seen before. After a while his head began to swim trying to keep up with the rapidly changing display. Slowly it dawned on his he was watching both programs run simulateously, then four programs as the feedback from the two patients doubled the console's display. He hoped the console had enough built-in processing capacity to handle the increased work. He almost expected the thing to start smoking the way it was droning and humming so fast. He rubbed his eyes at one point, thinking he did see smoke. Then it occurred to him the source of the cloudy mist was not the machine. It was coming from the table!

Kroos joined the group huddled around the two, his own sensitive crotch pressed against John-Alex's back, the shocks no more painful than something Joel might have devised. But it was the thick almost tangible waves of the blue lights he needed to swim through to get at the table that amazed him, all his weariness and fatigue dropping away as he swam upstream to take his place besides the others. And once he was grabbing John-Alex's shoulder for support Kroos was focused on very little else. Even when he felt someone next to him reach over and unbuckle his belt, then open his pants and pull his hard cock and even his balls out, Kroos could only watch his two patients twist and roll in their ecstasy.

Billy had a vague image of Harry join them at the table, then somewhere in his peripheral vision he saw the two naked shapes come forward as well. He could only hope it was Rocko behind James. But all he could process was the vibrating coursing through his entire body, some of it coming from the wave after wave of the blue air in front of him. But whether it was from the table directly or the electrified air all he knew was his crotch was fuckin on fire! At one point he thought he imagined Kroos materializing in front of him, but seeing Kroos naked from the waist down, his hard cock pressing into the ribcage of that John-Alex guy, but then Billy knew he was hallucinating. If this was a dream... if this was some delayed reaction to yesterday's drinks, or all the goo on his fingers, or the blue pulses tingling and tickling his balls... if this was some impossible nightmare then it mattered not in the least if he pulled his pants down and started shoving his bare crotch against John's hip, their two rocking motions in synch.

Harry looked around the table, seeing everyone pressing forward into the two naked sweating bodies with the same force as the two were rocking backwards. Through his tears he could see down into the shadow between the two John's, the crack between them opening and closing, rocking in the waves. Each time they spread apart he had a different glimpse of what what happening. Their two crotches wired and twitching, then disappearing as they rocked together again. One time it looked like the ends of their cocks were buried in each other's faces, but Harry was more concerned about the way those northern lights were making his dick jump around in his shorts. It might have been a trick of the light but he was seeing a stain forming on the front of his pants like he had pissed himself. He wanted to be run for the bathroom but was frozen in place.

John knew he had made a big mistake when he felt the kid start to work his fingers inside his butthole like he had done it before. He was biting his cheek to keep the tingles from going right down his cock taking a load of cum with them. And when the metal proctoscope started forcing its way inside him he wanted to jump off that table right then and there. It was one thing messing around with dudes; it was another getting buttfucked by a machine with everyone watching. He knew what he had signed up for but it was still too much. By the time he had convinced himself to leave, thinking of several excuses to snow Kroos or Connors with in the process, he realized -- his cock realized -- Billy was not pushing anymore. That was it? It was all the way in?

Just when he thought he might stay after all he felt those stimulating fingers working down into his pubes, grabbing around the base of his cock. A few times the back of the kid's thumb almost rubbed against the underside of his cock where it swelled out behind the head. Even biting his cheek did help that time. He felt himself winding up for the final explosion and then something exploded against his stomach! It was worse than a blast of ice water on a raw nerve and root canal and a cattle prod rolled into one! His dick started spasming so bad he thought he was cumming in spite of the sucker punch to his gut. Only when Billy's fingers finished their exquisite torture did he realize his dick was still primed and ready to unleash its still growing load. Man talk about making the biggest mistake of his life!

So when they flipped the switch to his electric chair, and his entire groin lit up like coney island he knew all the torture up to that point was just a feeble preliminary. He wanted to lean forward and swallow that hard tube in front of him, bring the guy off and make an end to all of this. But the vibrations and tinglings to his most sensitive spots just kept getting worse, then his knob inside him starting playing the national anthem, and his dick starting singing along and except for feeling some warm bodies pressing against him he was rapidly losing all touch with reality. That's when he opened his eyes -- at least it felt something like that, that is how he might describe it -- and instead of seeing those hairy balls right in front of his nose he saw something much much worse. He saw himself. But from somewhere just above Harry's balding head. He first reaction was: oh fuck! The program failed! And now I'm dead! Fuck!

He looked closer and could see himself, or what used to be himself, and it looked like he was trading blowjobs with the other John on the table, a ring of about twenty guys standing around him, all of them naked and shoving their hardons into the ring made by the two interlocked bodies, their hard cocks emitting a steady stream of something like cum, but it was oozing continually from their dicks like toothpaste, and it kept cumming and cumming until the two interlocked figures were just swimming in the stuff. The whole thing looked like a blue swirling snowstorm after a while and then he saw no more.

John-Alex felt the signals start inside his rectum then the answering response from his testicles, just like the program was designed. He lay there, remembering the times his horniness got the better of him the previous night at Mort's, remembering every orgasm in gut-wrenching detail. When he started to relive not only his orgasm, but Kroos' and then Jimmy's and then everyone's he told himself it was just the program, it wasn't real. Neither was it real when he felt his mouth encircle the end of the oozing dick in front of it, his own cock feeling the same warm wet sensation. It's just the program, it's just the program he repeated to himself, even when it occurred to him he was grunting in time to the pulses coming from deep inside his balls. Then he started the slow unavoidable crescendo leading up to his orgasm, and still he moaned: it's just the program, it's just the program. When he felt his cock swell and start to unload into that mouth he let the explosion continue reminding himself it was only the machine, he was not really cumming in that guy's mouth. Neither was his mouth filling with that guy's cum, it didn't taste like cum, it tasted like... he could not describe it, but it reminded him of the time he stuck his tongue onto a nine-volt battery, feeling the metallic acid zing! But the electrical shocks continued to his tongue as more and more of that icy hot fluid poured into him, until he was breathing the stuff not just swallowing it! It's just the program, it's just the program!! And the hard tube inside his butt was not the metallic dildo, now it was Kroos' uncut dick ramming into him, then it was Joel's then it was Jerry's then Arn's then his nephews', then it was that guy Tom from the force, then his college buddy Ryan, then it was... but his cock was exploding again. Again? Still? He could feel every single burning hot glob of his cum shoot out his dick, over and over, never stopping. It's just the program, it's just the program. Even when he reached down and grabbed his cock to make the pain stop, he did not feel any straps, no devices tight around his nuts, instead it was two tight hairless nuts, and then his hand rubbed up to his uncircumcized cock -- what? He was always circumcized! He looked down at the deep brownish-purple head, growing from the tight curly black hairs, his hand thin and smooth like a teenagers'... he lifted his eyes and looked around, and there were guys there, a dozen, several dozen, maybe a hundred! all of them outside somewhere under a setting sun, but the sun was a strange bluish color, all the guys had bluish lights dancing around their pubes, then the ground started shaking...

James saw everyone around him, shit even his boss! going to pieces. He tried to see Connors through the smog, and see if that was really his jizz oozing through his pants. Man, talk about impossible! Everyone's dick was out and throbbing in time like some sychronized routine. He looked down at himself, blue pubic hairs where his browns used to be, but that was still his cock, looking as bad as when he was the fuckwad lying on that table. Even with his arms pinned behind him he saw someone's hand giving it a slow steady jack. That damn prison bull was jacking his meat! James looked again and it wasn't Rocko's tattooed vein-covered hand, it was sporting a wedding ring he recognized as Steve's without a doubt! Steve was here? Steve was here playing with his cock? And then James started blowing his nut all over those two on the table, his jism shooting up as far as the one guy's balls. He was finally unloading and there was so much pent-up cum inside him he could not stop. His cock spasmed again and again each time a pearly-blue arc of his juice shot out again and again. He wanted this to stop -- and he never wanted it to stop. Even when he felt Harry reinserting that tube into his sore shithole he wanted it to go deeper, to hit that crazy-bone spot inside his chute that would make the firehose stop spewing his nutjuice all over those guys, those two guys trading blowjobs, his mouth around Steve's cock, Steve's mouth on his cock as he felt the tongue warm and nubbly bring out another head-spinning orgasm, Steve's cock deep inside him unloading his stud cum deep inside him, the two of the glued plastered together like siamese twins.

Jimmy did not know why he had to get Kroos' pants off him, why he had to see that hard uncut adult dick out and free, standing side by side, their two equal sized meatpoles -- their two equal spears! next to each other. As soon as his hand encircled the loose skin Jimmy started emptying his nuts all over the ass in front of him. All the pent-up friction for the whole afternoon just started pouring out of him, hands free! But he wasn't pumping the blue air, he was pumping his spear into the ass in front of him, the guy's asshole tight around his dick, his head swelling even more as another load starts jetting out of him, into the guy's ass. Then Kroos is behind him, replacing the tube up his sore ass with his uncut cock and it slides right in like butter, and Jimmy looks down at the buttcheeks flexing around his spear, but their his dad's pale hairy cheeks flexing as Jimmy keeps dumping load after load into his dad's violated ass. Then everyone around him is cheering and Jimmy looks around seeing the whole team, and the whole wrestling team, even the two teams from South, fuck it looks like the whole fuckin conference is there! All cheering, throwing their helmets into the air, but the air is crackling and flashing with lightning, the earth beneath his feet starts shaking, the Kroos is blowing his load into his prostate and his balls implode.

Billy looked around the room, seeing twenty thirty guys all naked, all fucking or getting fucked, the two interlocked Johns in front of him glowing bright blue, he could be cumming still or not, everything below his nipples now numb with the blue lights dancing over his skin. Then the blue light grows brighter and brighter until he is shielding his eyes, everyone looking up to the white hot sky then the ground shakes and there is a terrible explosion, the two Johns explode into a huge fireball and as Billy loses consciousness he thinks he is hearing every car alarm and airraid siren in the county going off as well.