The Telemachus Story Archive

The Procedure
Chapter 2 - The Procedure
By The Archer

Previous chapter

The next morning Dr. Reynolds entered his office with a whistle on his lips. It was the weekend and he wasn’t expecting any patients. Well, except for the one he had left here over night. He went first though to the small kitchen area, and brewed himself a pot of coffee. He was always cranky if he didn’t start his morning with a cup of coffee. When it was ready, he sat down at the table and then proceeded to read the morning paper, even filling out the sudoku puzzle. Finally when he finished, he strolled to the room at the end of the hall. It was locked and the lights were off. When he entered, he turned the lights on to find a beautiful sight.

Mike Kurpowski, the pussy pounding college athlete hunk, was naked and strapped to a medical table. His anus was wedged open by a gigantic metal cylinder, and his cock was standing at full attention with a similar but smaller rod shoved inside it as well. Cum bubbled out from the sides of his piss hole, covering his lower torso in a puddle of jizz. The jock’s cock had swelled in girth to twice its original width, while his balls had quadrupled in size. The constant prostate manipulation had indeed stimulated sperm production dramatically. It dribbled down the length of the shaft making the cock resemble a melting candle. The student’s eyes were shut tight, and his face held clenched in prolonged bliss. The doctor checked the readout device on the wall. The machine was sending a constant current from the athlete’s cock to his ass without pause. The dumb hunk was caught in an endless orgasm! It had worked! But would it last? There was only one way to find out.

Dr. Reynolds switched off the device. The humming in the room ceased. The boy’s limbs hung limply off the table. All except for his cock, which remained just as rigid. The doctor next removed the clamps from the boys pecs, and the huge metal bullet from his anus. His anal ring no longer closed completely. The doctor had expected that. Not many people could have withstood such an assault, but no one could come away unchanged. The athlete’s virgin hole was gone forever, replaced by an aching pussy needing to be filled. Finally the doctor carefully slid the metal rod out of the young jock’s urethra. Nothing happened. At least not at first. No giant

eruption. No colossal restrained orgasm. Instead a slow stream of cum began oozing out of the piss slit. Like a slow motion fountain it continued to spew out of the athlete’s cock head and drizzle down the length of the dick.

“Yes! I’ve done it!” shouted the doctor, delirious with excitement. “My beautiful boy!” Again the doctor grabbed the athlete’s head and plunged his tongue into the boy’s unresisting mouth. Michael awoke to a tongue massaging his tonsils, and this time he kissed back. Oh god he was so horny. The doctor undid the straps around the boy’s wrists and the lad’s hands shot straight to his cock.

“Oh yea... oh yea...” the boy moaned as he jerked his stiff meat. He didn’t even try to unfasten his leg restraints, he was so focused on his dick. His leaking cock provided the perfect lubricant constantly slicking up his rod with fresh sperm. Scooping up the cockslop he spread it all over his chest, loving the gooey feel on his nips. With one hand still beating his meat, the other searched for his back entrance. Upon finding his loose hole, the jock began fucking himself with his own fingers, stuffing his goo back inside. Mike Kurpowski had become a cum drenched whore.

The doctor wheeled back in his chair and started laughing. The experiment was a success! A human subject could be induced to constant sexual frenzy! There was no coming down from this lusty high for Mike Kurpowski. He was a changed man. The sexual centers of his brain had been zapped into high gear, and he would never stop experiencing this orgasm. The doctor’s mind whizzed with possibilities. There was so much to do!

“Time to get dressed now, Mike. Time to go home,” said the doctor as he unstrapped the lad’s legs and tossed him his crumpled up clothes.

“Wha?” The dumb jock was confused. Go? He supposed he should do what he was told, but all he really wanted to do was play with his dick.

“Doc, I I .. I think I need another exam. Can you put that thing back in my bum, sir?”

“No time for that now, Mikey boy. You’ve been a huge help, but now I have work to do. Goodbye”

“But...but...”

“Oh alright, fine. You can stay. I guess I can devise some more experiments.” The doctor picked up the ball of clothes, and chucked them into the trashcan. No more need for those.

“Oh thank you sir!”

“But if you’re going to be my assistant, you’re going to need to arrange a couple of things first.”

“Ah yes, anything,” moaned Mike as he fisted his member, splashing cum all over himself and the office.

The doctor handed the boy his cell phone and told him to call his school and his frat to let them know that he wouldn’t be returning. Michael did so without hesitation. His old life really didn’t seem to matter much anymore compared to the sensations coming from his oozing cock. As the boy talked on the phone he used his other to continue to jerk his dick. Without ever again experiencing the relief of orgasm, Mike would be riding a constant sexual high for the rest of his life. He didn’t seem to mind at all though. In fact Mike had never been happier. He was like a puppy with a shiny new cum soaked toy. Once the athlete had finished his tasks, he laid back and continued to beat his meat, lost in a lust filled haze.

“Now the first thing we should measure is your semen production,” informed the doctor as he fitted a nozzle onto the end of the athlete’s cock. White cum flowed into it, and down the attached tubing into a collection jar. The boy whined at being unable to fully rub his meat with the nozzle fastened to its end, and tried to pull it off. The doctor would have none of it though, and quickly fastened the boy’s arms back to the table. The young man’s rod would continue to bubble out cum though, regardless if it was being pleasured or not. Dr. Reynolds watched in awe as the athlete’s flawless physique squirmed on the examination table, pulsing out load after creamy load. This dumb jock was going to make him rich.

Next chapter