The Exam

Part 2

The Exam ~ Part 2

"So the boy is going to Brown this year, huh?" the Dr. asked.

He was directing yet another question to David's father. It was as if the naked
kid wasn't even in the room. David waited for his Dad's response and kept
staring at the open exam room door, hoping that no one else would walk past. He
had ejaculated by accident in front of the 2 men, Dr. Blume's male nurse Jim,
and the hot female Nurse Samantha. She had done something weird with a
thermometer in his butt and it had made him shoot his slop all over the floor
and her shoes. That trick was something that he would have to try when he got
home, if he ever could get privacy. By now, however, he was thoroughly pissed &
embarrassed by the whole scene. He vowed not to come back here, ever. Stripped
naked and paraded up and down the hall was humiliating enough. His long hose
kept slapping against his thighs, making this awful "THWACKING" noise. It was
the sound of boy meat against meat. David then realized the office lacked Muzak
and all the normal background sounds. It was as if the staff wanted everyone to
hear the sounds of flesh being probed, pumped and prodded. It was a shame that
David couldn't hear or talk to his best friend and teammate Mike down the hall.

Junior bodybuilder Mike Kinsey was now gagged, stirruped, and taking his 4th
enema bag of odd smelling water. Although painful, this was still better than
earlier when the Nurse Samantha took his temperature with a penile thermometer.
His legs were bent and raised, with his feet locked in place like some pregnant
whore, and his hands in metal brackets behind his neck. Nurse Adam was
explaining, in detail, to Mr. Kinsey that apparently "Mikey" had been inserting
fingers, phallic objects, or maybe something else into his anus. Could his only
boy be a faggot? He certainly looked like one. All spread out, cunt on display
like some gutter whore. Maybe?

"That's probably why the penis is erect now, Mr. Kinsey. Most active homosexuals
are also perverts who enjoy exhibitionism," Jim commented smacking the kid's
hardon, repeatedly cutting into the head with his class ring. "Do you see his
penile reaction to being stripped in the presence of men? You probably already
knew and we are confirming your suspicions, am I right? Luckily Dr. Blume can
keep him here for psyche testing, an overall physical, and even begin behavior
modification, if you are interested. We are talking about a 12 week course."

A metal catheteriztion tube was jammed down his cock, creating the reason for
Mike to have a hardon. Unfortunately, the nurse had accidentally filled the tube
with a time release mentholated liquid. It would slowly drip into his urethra
for 72 hours. Mikey couldn't even express the intense pain and humiliation he
was suffering, he could only stare silently. He was being called a pervert? A
homosexual? What was "modification"? What could take 12 weeks? Why wasn't he
being allowed to tell his Dad the truth? With the rubber oral protector filling
his mouth, the only noises coming from the boy were the disgusting slurps and
belches emitting from his torn ass. The staff tried remaining professional but
eventually everyone had to laugh at the kid. Even his Dad doubled over when a
particularly wet fart blurted out of his son's sloppy hole.

Mr. Kinsey sat quietly, staring at his boy, now with a grotesquely protruding
belly, a shriveled little dick, and his tear stained face tightened into a mask
of pain. He did understand that this was a medical necessity and that follow up
care was vital. Home care, which would involve he and either Mike's sister or
Mike's Aunt Violet performing this procedure 3 times daily on him. It was only
for the first 12 weeks, he had reminded boy, trying to sound positive. "Oh wait
no," he said to the staff, "by then he should be in the fraternity. Maybe the
faggot's new pledge brothers will help him do it." Jim chimed in with  "The
faggot could move from here directly into the frat house." The staff concurred
with Mr. Kinsey who was stupidly assuming the Delta Pi's would pitch in for his
boy's health. "I'll go get the release forms, you can sign them now."

At that moment no one seemed to notice Mike Kinsey passing out from pain and
fear. "


Meanwhile, down the hall, David was glad that his dick wasn't flopping around
anymore. But, he realized the noise must have been why the nurse kept turning
around when they walked to the scales. She must have turned & looked three
times. But then again, who wouldn't look, he was nothing but pure jock muscle.
Bright blue eyes, wavy hair, big rounded shoulders, smooth tan pecs that stuck
out broadly with small dark nipples, abdominals that were defined into the
perfect 6-cut and a solid muscle ass with 2 deep dimples. She must have really
liked seeing his long uncut hose and his huge baby makers, that always swung so
much when he walked. They really flopped around earlier, making obscene noises
and leaking, while he did 125 jumping jacks to raise his heart rate.

David didn't realize that his dumb-jock looks and cocky demeanor disgusted the
Samantha. She hated boys like him and enjoyed nothing better than seeing them
broken down. Today was a double header, with Mike Kinsey in Exam Room #5 and
this stupid fuck in #3. Being an ugly chick in high school, boys just like him
had tormented her for years. Now it was PAYBACK time. Working the thermometer
around his little bunghole was a hoot to her and her fellow nurses. For a
moment, Samantha had total control of David's large tool, making it twitch and
dance for her own entertainment. When that ugly tube shot, even she was shocked
as they rarely got "Meter Beaters" in the office Usually the dumb jocks didn't
cum until the exam involved electrical stimulation, a forced milking, or the use
of the speculums. Having him spooge in front of his Father was just the icing on
her cake. She had a feeling that this would be a topic of great concern for the
boy's Dad and Mom creating much discussion at home. She would definitely have
Julie the receptionist call his house and give a full report to whoever answered
the telephone. The nurse and her cohort always called the patient's homes under
the guise of reporting "test results." Just their way of guaranteeing that the
whole family, be kept in the loop.

The 2 girls loved calling their homes with pertinent reports, whether true or
not. One never knew who might answer the phone, so Julie had given info to
maids, neighbors, visiting friends, and once even a nun. One time she told a
Grandmother that her 14-year-old grandson was a chronic masturbator and needed
daily "masturbation-monitoring" or lessons in auto-fellatio. On another call she
"accidentally" told a 9-year-old girl that her teenage brother's penis was too
much large for his frame and would need immediate modification. Also, due to his
chronic cocksucking he would need braces or dentures. Unfortunately, both
parents were out of the house and Julie stressed that the girl needed to tell
them immediately! The extremely gruel receptionist suggested the little girl go
through the family address book, calling each number and telling whoever
answered the telephone every detail. The girl's parents had to be at someone's,
right? "Eventually Mommy will get the message and then she will be so proud of
you, you will probably get a present," she assured the child. His parents
finally got the call 9 hours later when their Priest explained all of the
findings with disgust.

She particularly enjoyed telling boys' parents that semen was found deep in
their son's well- stretched rectums, prompting the grieving Moms and Dads to
usually drop the telephone or openly cry. She would then counsel them about
their "faggoty, cum-suckers," a phrase she encouraged the folks to use when
talking to their sons. Her shining moment, however, came when the
"semen-in-the-rectum" stunt prompted a Marine to ask her for punishment
recommendations for his very handsome and very straight 15-year old twin boys.

After pondering for a moment, Julie simply suggested dressing them in old briefs
and shoving them on a bus to New York City, without any money, shoes, ID's or
return fare. Julie remembered going to the Greyhound station 4 days later and
seeing the savagely beaten twins. They weren't looking very good with their
black eyes, bite marks, blond hair chopped, and 18" swastikas painted across
their backs in black ink. Grand Central Station would just love them. It had
gone better than she hoped.  


Another 45 minutes had passed and David remained naked on the edge of the exam
table. He was now in massive pain and terribly confused. For starters, they had
referred to him as an "It" again, which was pissing him off, plus he was still
bareassed and had been this way for almost 2 hours. The male nurse started to
give him a Kleenex to cover his exposed cock and balls, but the hot female nurse
stopped him, citing a waste of paper. It's cock, which Dr. Blume called
"undisciplined & uncontrollable" due to him cumming, now had a 1 metal ring
digging in under his cockhead head and another at its base. Dr. Blume and
David's Dad continued talking in the corner; a very serious conference was
underway.

The Dr. told David's father that the rings were very expensive and shipped to
the office from the best medical supply house in the East. He went on to explain
that "as part of a special Ivy League research collective program, each ring was
calibrated specifically for boys whose penile regulatory skills were more
juvenile." Jim loved this part, listening to the Dr. make up procedures, words,
committees, and even surgeries just to convince the rubes. The man was certainly
a pro. The 2 metal rings, which were actually from a used truck parts warehouse,
were brutally fitted onto David, and were much too small for the boy, a fact
that was now becoming painfully obvious. His cockhead was dark purple and easily
twice it's normal size. Every ropey vein was now sticking out grotesquely from
his swollen shaft, while many veins just collapsed. David looked at his
disgusting hose like a frightened child. The leaking had stopped so maybe the
swelling would go down, he prayed. He had tried to touch it to relieve some
pain, but when his hand went near it, Nurse Samantha notified the room that
"it's masturbating itself again." His Dad and the Dr. went ballistic, screaming
at him for 10 minutes in each ear, like 2 drill sergeants. Certainly loud enough
so that the entire staff, his bud Mike Kinsey, and every other patient in the
building must have heard. They ended with scheduling his circumcision and
discussions of experimental hormone therapies to kill the sex drive. When he
cried from the humiliation, his dad slapped him across the face so many times
that he fell from table to floor. He landed on all 4's with his swelling
boy-bags and little winker upturned and exposed. Just then, Julie walked in with
2 pharmaceutical sales reps that just stopped by to say 'hello' to Dr. Blume.
The reps couldn't help but steal glances at the teen patient with the tortured
bull cock and horse schlong. All the while the women stared, openly laughing and
then making small talk with the staff for almost 15 minutes, before leaving.
David tried to ask for his clothes, but the chemicals in the salve that Nurse
Samantha has smeared on his face were now leaving his mouth numb and his oral
skills jumbled. 

Nurse Jim also thought that the kid's dong was seriously bad shape, but still
didn't say anything. He could probably go another 2 hours without too much
permanent damage. He knew from experience, that after today this kid's slop-hose
certainly wouldn't look pretty or perform the same, ever again. "Besides," Jim
thought, "these rich jocks with the good looks and the girlfriends deserved all
the shit they fell in. This pretty boy had it coming to him in spades. This
would simply teach  "Mr. Jockdick" a very expensive lesson." Jim laughed out
loud, staring at the naked punk, with his now hideous dork standing straight up
and starting to leak foam.

David just kept staring at it too, wondering why the head was so discolored and
now visibly pulsating, even with the condom and rings restraining it. The 2
older men were in a serious conference in the corner and David looked up to them
every 30 seconds, like a dog at its master's window waiting for him to come
home. "This rich prick was no better than a lonely dog," Jim thought. The male
nurse had seriously enjoyed putting the obscenely tight rings and rubber on the
boy, listening to him gasp and start pleading that they were too small. Jim kept
assuring David that it was the correct size. "9 inches long and 5 around the
girth. I measured it myself. If you could stop playing with it so often and
making it leak that junk, then you wouldn't need to be getting weeks of
treatments," he announced to the terrified boy. When the 2 older men stepped out
into the hall, he leaned into David and quietly spoke:

"Listen closely, shit-for-brains. Just sit quiet and look real pretty or I will
stick a hose as thick as your mama's dirty clit up that schlong. Then I will
pump it and your bladder so fucking full of Acetone and Clorox that you will
never piss right again. Got it? If that doesn't convince you, then the damage I
will do to your testicles is unimaginable. Just keep smiling and tell your Dad
that you're fine, you are enjoying treatments, and you cannot wait until next
week. Understand me, you dumb cocksucker?" David stared at the male nurse
thinking that he was crazy enough to do it, so he simply said "Yes, Sir."  Jim
patted David's head, scratched behind his ears and whispered, "Good boy."

David tried to not concentrate on his aching groin, as it was useless to
complain. As soon as he got home, he would tell his parents what Jim had said,
and then some heads would roll. He looked down at his pecs and flexed them,
hoping the sweet-looking nurse would glance over. He rubbed his arms and flexed
his biceps next. She had been coming in and out and not really looking at him.
Finally the Nurse walked over to him with a salve in hand and again, he flexed
for her benefit. She applied this nasty paste to his little untouched nipples
and then slathered over his lips, inside his mouth and dropped a dollop onto his
tongue. "What is this shit," he demanded. She said nothing and continued writing
in charts.

"Psst... Samantha...Y'know I been on Mtv," he bragged to her.

"Oh really, Romeo?" She didn't even look at him directly.

"Yessirree baby, and it was these that got me there," he said flexing his delts.

Indeed, it was this kickass body that had gotten him and Mike featured on Spring
Break in Cozumel. He and Mike danced and jocked it up for almost a week and in
return got lots of free Rican twat. He wasn't a racist, but the spic girls just
looked so sweet and yet acted like such whores in bed. He swam, danced, and
posed for the cameras all day long. To decide his wardrobe, the Mtv staff
constantly had him try on board shorts, Speedos, and thongs in a changing room
with a cool huge mirror. He was paraded in some pretty wild outfits but was
lucky to only have to wear the thongs at Mtv's sponsor parties. He hated showing
off half naked to mixed crowds of guys and girls. Alot of the pieces they
brought for him were too small and his whole package wouldn't fit. His
cock-n-balls repeatedly fell out of one pouch they gave him. Another was just
4"x3" piece of white mesh with 2 shoelaces, and when he modeled it for the
execs, they simply didn't see the problem.

"But, you can see my...you know," he pleaded. "See your what?" an older female
executive asked him. She didn't back away until he repeated after her: "Everyone
can see my stupid looking horse cock."

"Yes, David, we can all see how dumb it looks," she fired back, "but this is
Mexico, and it's not considered nudity on Spanish TV...so you just go dance like
you're told, when you're told, and how you're told. And if I tell you to go out
there in nothing but a cowboy hat and a neon rubber, THEN YOU FUCKING WILL DO
IT!!!"  

At the parties, the sponsors liked him and spent alot of time talking to him.
The only downside was that David hated being with all the shithead
siesta-takers. "Just a bunch of lazy pricks. None of who were dynamic,
imaginative or driven like us Americans are," he told everyone. Regardless, it
was a great Spring Break for David and Mike.

However, it was a much better Spring Break for a few local crewmembers. The
"unimaginative" trio had placed hidden cameras behind mirrors and in ceiling
tiles of the Mtv Beach House. David's hotel room key, haphazardly left in the
changing room, would create the opportunity for more video equipment to be
hidden and put to use. The pornographers got a great live feed for Euro-Internet
and the Pay-Per-View market was 30% higher this year. The tapes and DVDs would
be another 4 million worldwide. Poor David was broadcast all over the world
while he was shitting, fucking, eating hot Spic snatch, trying to stuff his
oversized sausage into a sheer pouch, and even jerkin his cock.

However, the "money shot", as its known in Hollywood, wasn't David at all, but
rather Mike Kinsey, everyone's buddy, church youth group leader, and closeted
sex freak. The big money shots were every single act of self-sucking that Mikey
The Pervert performed whenever he was alone. As few as 3, and as many as 6 TIMES
daily, the Dean Cain look-a-like would suck on his own hose, with his legs over
his head, fingers jammed up his ass, and then proceed to drink his own spunk. A
few times he tied his Doc Martin's to his boy-bag giving it a 20lb challenge,
then leaning over and slowly swinging them, hungrily chowing down on his own
hose. If he couldn't sleep, and David was out partying, Mike would sometimes
roll onto his side and force his testicles into his mouth while he watched TV,
just laying there sucking on his stretched out wrinkled bag.  But now that was
worlds away. (**Please check out the conclusion to his memory, at the bottom.)


David was seriously striking out with this Samantha chick; she didn't even want
to look at him. He tried thinking of something cool to say, but he couldn't. Jim
had warned him to chill with the flirting, so he now didn't say anything. He
assumed that since he was totally bare-balled, she should enjoy checking him
out. Why not, he figured, everyone else did. Chicks watched him everywhere he
went. Even the homos liked looking at him. They were always looking at his body
while he was washing in the YMCA showers; soaping up his young meat, letting
them see what a real boy was all about. Pulling back his long foreskin and
washing the head while facing them, using both hands to hold his dick. When he
bent over to wash his feet, with his legs spread and his baby-makers swinging,
he could see them staring from behind. His shoulders were huge by the time he
was 14, and he had the same 29" waist since jr. high school. He was just muscle
and dick, and without any pubes until he turned 16. Back then he looked like a
little boy with a Mr. America body and porn star tool. The guys really liked
watching him and Mike horse around, spraying each other with water or creating
the "human fountain," by spitting and pissing at the same time. They loved him
when he was a 12-year-old, obediently standing bareassed next his Dad in the
main shower room, his muscle butt still covered in handprints and legs marked
with welts from a spanking.

In the communal showers his Dad would ask if he had washed his foreskin
thoroughly. Towering over the boy, he would bellow, "Wash it again, boy. Let me
see you do it right this time. Pull that skin back,,,good,,,and
again,,,again,,,better. Sometimes you stink down there, you know that, don't
you? Mommy told me that you forget to wash it and it ends up stinking. Then she
has to wash it for you. She's getting tired of washing it, but she will keep at
it as long as she has to, even if you are in college. 'Boys like you' should
wash it twice. Whoa, slow down little man, it's getting all hard & nasty
looking. Boy, you know I hate seeing that thing standing up. You want Mommy to
take you in the ladies showers, again? You didn't like it last time! Do I have
to belt you for playing with it, again? DO I, BOY? If you had a normal penis,
then you wouldn't have these problems. Now wash those testicles again, and do it
RIGHT this time or I'm going to have Grandpa show you again. Hey guys does
anyone want a free boy to take home and keep?" His Dad would offer jokingly,
looking around at paternal nods, applause, and laughter.

Also, the faggots were always whispering about him as he walked past their
benches, without a towel. He had been trained by his Dad to believe that "boys
like him" shouldn't wear towels in the lockers. David would see his buddies from
school all wrapped in towels, while he had to stand naked. No explanation, he
simply went bareassed and soaking wet until he got back to his locker. His Dad
often walked him around the dank rooms, a firm hand planted on the back of the
boy's neck, often stopping to visit with friends or neighbors sometimes for 10
or 20 minutes. David could remember when he was about 10 years old, how the men
would stare at his dick, often complimenting his Dad for producing such a young
stud. His Dad would ruffle his hair or grab his dong, shaking it fast, with both
men laughing. The boy was humiliated yet tried to smile. To this day, those men
automatically look at his groin when he sees them in town. If David was running
late, the old man had no problem yelling into the shower room, "HEY DONKEY DONG,
YOU'RE DONE WASHING! NOW!!! MOVE THAT ASS, BOY!!! HUP, HUP!!! I SAID NOW!" David
would emerge from showers, often still covered in soap and shampoo, while the
locker area erupted with laughter.

Even his Mom got weird sometimes when it came to his nudity. She liked playing
games with him and seeing how far she could push him. She had no problem walking
in his bedroom to wake him for school, knowing that he slept naked and often
kicked the covers off. He would open his eyes to find her, folding laundry on
his dresser, bedroom door open wide, while he lay there stark naked with his
dork standing up sometimes still leaking. Occasionally she would be talking to
his little sister or his Aunt who would be in the doorway, as casual as if they
were at the market. They might have been there for an hour, seeing every muscle,
every vein.

Then one morning, when he was 16, the straw that broke the camel's back
occurred. He woke up with a puddle of cum on his abs, his belly button full of
baby batter. She was standing in his room talking to Mrs. Howard who was leaning
in against the open door. "Mom! What are you doing?" He yelled at her. "Don't
take a tone with me young man, you don't have anything I haven't seen a thousand
times before. I changed your diapers for years, and just because "that thing" is
big now, doesn't take away my right to see you naked. You slept in again, and
your brother and Dad left without you. This must be my 10th trip in here to wake
you." He noticed they were all dressed up. Was it Sunday, he wondered?

"Get up and go take a cold shower before you make a mess with that hose leaking
all over my sheets. MARCH NOW!" she was pointing at his penis and yelling. He
was becoming ashamed of possessing such a big dork. He was starting to believe
it was freaky big and he was just a stupid jock.

David stared at her in disbelief, feebly trying to cover his 9-incher standing
up and his bag lying across his left thigh. Normally he would put on shorts or a
towel, but he was so pissed at her for invading his space, that he jumped up
quickly and headed for the basement shower. His Mom walked right behind him and
even cracked him on the ass. He would have to walk through the kitchen and past
his sisters' room, but FUCK IT, he thought. He was going to have a talk with Dad
tonight. Then, as he turned the corner into the living room, he marched right
into 20 females from their church. It was his Mom's turn to host their monthly
breakfast and he was floored. They all stared at him, giggling and pointing at
his smooth muscular body. He turned to go back and ran directly into his Mom and
Mrs. Howard. They edged him back into the breakfast area asking, "Aren't you
going to say hello to the ladies, David. They are from the Mothers and Daughters
League. You remember my boy 'David' everyone?" she asked politely.

He looked down at his groin and saw that at least 4 inches of teen hardon were
still visible behind his hands and his long hanging scrotum was completely
exposed. "MOM!" he glared at her. "You are not leaving this room until you say
good morning to the ladies." She fired back. Looking for an alternate exit, he
spotted his Aunt Anne and his sister at the cellar door. The only remaining
option was out the front door, and that was worse. This was beyond humiliation
and he just caved in.

"Mornin'," he curtly said and tried to break free of his Mom's grasp.

"That's no way to say good morning to a group of proper ladies, David." She
admonished, "now say good morning and apologize for your appearance. We're going
to stand here until you get it right. Personally, I have all day," He looked
around and spotted 6 girls in his grade at the high school. This was too fucking
much!! They were giggling and whispering. He tried it again.

"Umm...good morning and I'm real sorry ladies," he muttered.

"Say it again, clearly and properly, before we make you go from to go
table-to-table and greet each person," she threatened, only half-jokingly. The
ladies all tittered at the humiliated stud with his huge shoulders, smooth pecs,
and eager boner pointing up 9 inches. He greeted them properly, apologized for
his nudity, and then asked if he could be excused. They replied 'good morning'
and when his request was granted, he turned to run back to his room.

"Not a chance buster, turn and MARCH downstairs!!!," his Mom commanded.

"What...huh?" David was confused.

"Did you forget your shower. I can smell you already. Does he smell bad girls?"
the room agreed wholeheartedly and several commented that he smelled like 'a wet
horse'. The usual horse jokes followed, as his eyes filled with tears. He had
completely forgotten about getting cleaned up, but there was no point in not
walking through the room now, as they had all seen his equipment. He just wanted
this over with. Even though the cellar "shower" was really just an old garden
hose hanging in corner, without even the a curtain, at was better than staying
up here. 

As he walked past the clusters of proper ladies, sister's table held their
noses. He hurried to the cellar door, and a couple women made whinny noises. The
room broke out in fits of laughter. He opened the door and raced down the steps.
Trying to keep in mind that a hose hanging in the corner without a curtain was
hell of alot better than this sow-party. Suddenly he let out a huge gasp, in
total shock, "NO WAY!" he yelled as his Aunt slowly shut the cellar door behind
him.

"Oh David, honey, did I forget to mention that the other Junior Members are
eating down there. Now get good and clean, sweetie, or we'll come down there and
make sure you do right!"

But that was ancient history...

Right now, David was very sick and very worried, his dick didn't look so good,
and something weird was leaking out of his slit. He just spotted several tears
at the head of his piss slit.  The metal ring under the head of his cock was
disappearing in the swelling purple folds of skin and cutting into grossly thick
shaft. The young penis didn't look human anymore, and he knew he was in danger
of seriously damaging it. Luckily they had released his arms to bring some
relief to his tormented body.

Jim was also watching the boy's meat intently. Dr. Blume was really cutting it
close this time. He and the boy's Dad had left the exam room about 15 minutes
ago and were standing out in the hall looking through some magazine or catalog.
The punk started quietly whimpering, trying to make his Dad notice his penis, 
"...da...dahhhh.gannahhh" was the only noise he could make, his tongue was
hanging out of his wide open mouth and words were impossible to form. The door
was wide open but David couldn't see the hall clearly. "If Blume doesn't move
within 20 minutes, this kid's will be the town eunuch," Jim pondered as he rose
and shut the door.

"What did I tell you, cunt? Just sit and stay quiet," Jim boomed at him. "Please
don't make me beat your ass," he threatened. The word 'cunt' tore through all of
David's heterosexual tendencies and he tried to collect himself. "Damn, if only
the cunt's dad wasn't here. The shit I could do to this piece of ass," Jim
thought.

Scottie, the 17-year-old office intern and a one-time classmate of David's
walked into the room dragging a portable full-length mirror and a cart with some
electric gizmo on it. David looked at him and was mortified, moving his hands to
cover himself from a boy he knew and had literally tormented right out of
school. "Don't be shy David, I seen uglier ones than that," adding, "when I
worked at the veterinarians!" Everyone in the room burst out laughing, except
for David, who got off the table and tried stumbling to the door. Jim quickly
put him back on the table.

Scottie placed the mirror at the foot of the exam table, forcing David to look
at his entire naked body. He was repulsed; he had turned an odd yellowish color
and was covered in a weird oily sweat. His lips were shocking red and swollen
over 4 times their normal size, alternately itching and burning creating
inescapable duel agonies. His tongue lolled outside his open mouth, now enormous
and numb. David tried to ask where his dad was, but only, "AHHLLA HHHGRA" came
out. Ropes of saliva drooled down his chest. His little nips, which were covered
in the same paste as his mouth, had swelled gruesomely and changed color also.
The alternating itch & burn forced David to now constantly play with them in an
attempt to get some relief. His cock looked deformed, having grown well past its
normal maximum of 10 inches. Its piss slit was on fire and had ripped open,
creating obscene "lips" that were still growing. He was suffering from  a
chronic pain to his groin, his stomach, and extremities. His nut sack had
ballooned to the size of softball now and was nearly as hard as rock, with his
once soft pink scrotum having turned to a dark gray leathery texture. He felt
vomit rising in his throat, and the room spinning.

Scottie looked into the David's eyes and whispered, "Now you are on my turf,
faggot."

David immediately tried apologizing to his schoolyard victim, but only "I I
IAA.HHARREEE..." croaked out of his deformed mouth. The tears rolled down his
cheeks, mixing with gobs of spit, which now poured continually from his mouth.
Guttural sounds emerged from him, as he sat with his hard cock twitching and
nipples on fire. Simply put, he looked and sounded like a freak. Scottie began
imitating him and then Jim joined in and finally Samantha, all making animal
noises and rubbing their tits. David felt like he was fading. In the matter of
just 1 day, this arrogant jock was now unable to speak, too weak to move, and
too scared to beg. "Where was Mike? Where was his Dad? Please someone help him.
These people are losing it!!!" he wondered. It would be his last thought for
several hours, as passed out and fell from the table. Jim tried to catch the
muscular jock as he slid off the table, but accidentally ran into the boy's
falling body with his boot, cracking the kid's open mouth. Samantha didn't even
look up from her papers, she just commented, "what a fucking mess."

Scottie momentarily stopped untangling the wires of this WW II device, and
glanced up. He squeezed its grotesquely swollen pole watching the used condom
break off altogether and the smelly gunk leak out. Then he squeezed the
tightened skin of its balls twice with his pliers. He casually looked over and
mentioned, "If you think this dumb-shit looks bad, go check out the little
"kinsey-kunt". His old man signed off for the works, he's being moved down to
Experimental Lab B." 

To be continued...

**As a postscript: One of those great coincidences that lead to either fame or
ruin will occur in March 2002, when a totally nude photograph of David will
appear on the cover of a Spanish gay porn magazine. That issue will be featured
on a Mazatlan newsstand shelf next to a straight Spanish porn magazine. The man
reaching for the straight magazine will be David's vacationing Uncle Sammy...but
that's another story.