Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 10:45:27 -0500 From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: The Exam 106 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 all the years. So many guys wanted their story told, and all I could do was agree. A note to you loyal readers: Some of you dedicated -- dare I say horny? -- readers have been begging for more chapters. Of course the story as written does not have any more subsequent chapters per se. However... Some readers have pointed out the various loose ends, many untold tales to which the characters have alluded without going into details. Sordid, nasty, embarrassing details. Well after much arm-twisting and not a few beers, some of these characters have been "persuaded" to flesh out (right!) some of these tales. And yes, some of you readers have wanted to know more about how all these terrible, horrible events came to happen in the first place. So I thought I would fill in some of those gaps in the story and by doing so, you might have a better idea of how our poor unsuspecting victims came to find themselves in such predicaments. Or not, as the case may be. Of course one of the most frequent and obvious questions was how could such things take place under the very noses of the authorities (so-called) without everyone involved finding themselves behind bars and getting to know their cellmate Bubba all too well. Well, let's take a look at that one unanswered question for starters. You readers might remember the circumstances of the police raid at Mort's in Chapter Eighty-Eight and wonder why half the male population did not end up in County, or what Chief of Police Harry Connors from Chapters Fifty-Five and Fifty-Six was really planning all along and how his presence at the docs' in Chapters Ninety-Two etc. was not a complete accident. After reviewing the tapes from the docs' and getting him to divulge his part in all of this, I can finally offer this following chapter: Chapter 106 June 20 (NOTE: Although this is a "stand-alone" story, the reader is STRONGLY advised to begin at the beginning. The characters in this chapter, especially the elusive and always hairy Doctor "Kroos" will make more sense then.) "I want to see Norton in my office! Now!" Chief of Police Harry Connors re-entered his office slamming the door behind him. The recently re-installed safety glass held this time, screw the budget. His assistant was on the intercom before Harry was back at his desk "what?!" "He's just going off duty and -- " "Fuckin too bad! Now!" He sat there fuming, his blood pressure rising, his face red and swollen with the growing strain. This had been building for a week at least and he knew it was time to do something. Something nasty, something final, damn the consequences. There was a timid knock at the frosted glass door. Harry shuffled the papers, the various reports from Internal Affairs, all the indicators all pointing towards two, maybe three, of his finest officers. He waited five long seconds before he bellowed, "In here! Now!" Officer Tony Norton cracked open the door, a chiseled face hair still wet and dripping for his shower, and oozed himself through the frame in reluctant slow motion like a shoddy levee giving way, "You wanted to see me sir?" "Sit down..." Harry composed himself fast, hoping the veins in his head and neck did not give him away. His flushed face he could pass off to the spiked coffee he continuted to sip to calm his nerves. In spite of himself he could not help but take in that chiseled physique again sitting in front of him, the wet t-shirt clinging to his chest and shoulders ripped and shreaded like something from a fitness magazine. Or worse. The bastard exuded pure lust and he knew it, goddamn him. Harry allowed his eyes to linger this time. "Sorry I didn't have time to dress, your assistant made it clear -- " "I'll come right to the point" Harry lied, his voice almost cracking "the last two physicals were not up to departmental regulations and -- " "What?" Tony was almost out of the chair. If there was one thing he prided himself on, too much many would say, was on keeping himself in perfect condition, in peak performance "are you KIDDING me?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Harry rose from his chair as well, and as quickly sat down. Whether Tony saw what his "high blood pressure" was doing to his crotch, Harry did not wait to see "do I?" "No sir." "It's three twenty-five. If you're not at this address in the next forty minutes" flipping a business card across his gigantic desk "you are suspended until -- " "Wait! I can't! I promised -- " "Well UNPROMISE them! Forty minutes Norton! Dismissed!" and Harry picked up the phone to bring his assistant scurrying in. Not that he needed assistance at that particular moment. "But..." "Yes sir?" the door opened and Chief of Police Connors' assistant was already in the door, already giving the medical forms to Tony Norton, directing him from the chair and out the door. Tony was cut off at the knees. As soon as Officer Norton was out the door, Harry Connors collected the items he needed, threw them into his already-prepped briefcase and was slamming his office door behind him. A few brief barks to the rest of office informed them he was in no mood for whatever crises had developed in the last fifteen minutes and he was finished for the day, not to be disturbed unless the FBI themselves were circling the courthouse in a thousand helicopters. He did not catch his breath until he was sitting in his car, telling himself he had already passed the point of no return. It was now or never. He drove the few blocks to his destination then parked his car in the lot behind the office building, not caring who might see what. He was not surprised to see Norton's car already there. It was a short gallop up the back stairs, down the hall and into the reception area. "Oh, Officer Connors" the receptionist beamed "we weren't expecting -- " "Tell the doc to come out here" not taking a seat. "I didn't know you had an appointment" she snapped open the schedule book, fearing she her omission was now biting her in her ample butt. "I didn't I don't, tell him his `visitor' is here" the tone of voice letting her know it would not wait. "Very well, if you have a seat..." but she hit a few buttons on the intercom "Doctor Reynolds your `appointment' is here." Not more than twelve seconds later, the inner door opened but in was not Doctor Reynolds who emerged. "Police Chief O'Connor?" a large, a very large fur-splattered hand was extended towards where Harry still stood. "Connors! It's Connors, Harry Connors" not extending his hand "so you're the guy." "Yes, I am Doctor Kroozhyzc-" a seven-syllable name Harry immediately forgot "I believe Doctor Reynolds informed you when I arrived and -- " "Inside" Harry pointed at the door "we talk inside." The receptionist's first instinct was to call the cops, then to remind herself Harry WAS the "cops". She knew he had been tightly wound the last few weeks, but this latest display was more than she expected. She waited a few seconds to hear the two throwing each other against the wall or worse. When no sounds of fist-fights filtered through the thin walls, she went back to her paperwork, suspecting something terrible was imminent, a storm brewing on the not-too-distant horizon. "Reynolds already briefed you what's about?" "Come this way, we can talk in here" Kroos steered the large frame down the hall and into the second exam room "in private." Once they were in the observation room, Harry grabbed a chair and threw his bulk down, expecting one leg to give way or worse. He made no point of hiding his interest in what was developing in the main exam room. Tony Norton sat on the exam table stripped to the waist. His smooth torso was not so much rippling as bursting with that staggering collection of corded, swollen muscles. His olive skin was already tanned for the season, the black hair only accentuating the cleanly defined angles of his face and neck. The bastard knew he was a fucking Roman god, Harry swore to himself, now let's see what he's really made of. "I want him broken" Harry said, his voice like a cement mixer "you understand?" "We will do nothing to harm him physically, YOU understand..." "I want his physical recorded. Filmed. Everything, got it? So when he confesses to taking those fuckin bribes I want it all there. I'm gonna hang that bastard from his muthafuckin balls!" "This is not an interrogation room!" "It is now, got it?" Harry tore his eyes off the one-way window for the first time since entering "it is if you want me to go along with..." "Along with what exactly." "Okay..." Harry could see the puzzle pieces coming together. He knew no one on the force could stop him, he outranked everyone in this damn city except perhaps the mayor, and that flunkie was already so compromised that he was little more than that motorized caricarture of the rubberstamp he impersonated on public-access tv to an audience of zero. So who in this poor excuse for a town would dare to stop him Chief of Police Harry Connors, he thought. As soon as he formed the thought, several names did come to mind. But his dealings with that "business association" went back too many years for him to be overly concerned. The only loose cannon here, the only variable in this equation was this large, hulking foreigner looming over him. And that muscle-head had to be neutralized. Or compromised. Or both "I heard the doc's version of your little `research project'. So now just tell me your version. In English." If the big overstuffed gorilla took offense he didn't show it, "Well sir..." Kroos began "I am authorized to conduct certain research, certain procedures of a..." "Spit it out okay?" "Of a neuro-physiological response nature based on -- " "Remember doc, English!" "Having to do with the male sexual reponse to certain..." "Sex? Okay, that's just what the doc was hinting at, I ain't no moron" Harry felt the lump growing in his pants "I didn't get to be fuckin head of the fuckin police force by accident, got it?" "Yes sir." "You having trouble hearing me?" Harry narrowed his eyes, knowing it was time to start closing the trap. "I can hear you very well." "You hearing me?" "Of course!" "Don't think so" Harry reached into his briefcase, taking out a small electronic device "think you spent so much time in that foreign gym it damaged your eardrums, doc. I'm guessing need a hearing aid." "Hearing aid?" "Yeah, because you seem to be so hard of hearing" unwrapping the small earpiece "I'm thinking you need to wear this." "But I do not need a hearing -- " "You do now. Wear it. Then you can hear me when I'm talking to you, you can hear me without the whole fuckin place in on it, got it?" "Yes... yes I believe so" Kroos looked at the small device, half the size of a pushpin, and placed it in his right ear. He watched the Chief take out a small transmitter and talk into it. "Loud and clear?" "Yes, I can hear you very well" Kroos did not have to make any adjustments, it was uncomfortably perfect. "One more thing" Harry tightened the noose "I am giving the instructions today, and you are following them okay? How well you follow my instructions decides if your little sex experiments go ahead or not, got it?" "Yes, I `got it', Chief" Kroos had been expecting this all along. He wondered why it had taken so long, he reminded himself. Back home the authorities came down hard and early on him; here it had taken a longer time. Almost as if these new players, these less experienced Americans were reluctant to get on board with the various agreements. As if their reluctance hinted at some certain internal bureaucratic conflict. Or their reluctance indicated some subconscious issues. A quick guarded glance at Connors' pants and Kroos feared his suspicions were about to be confirmed "your instructions?" "Good.... very good..." Harry enjoyed nothing more than bending guys, especially big self-important guys like this foreigner, to his will "I think we understand each other, Doctor Krooz-whatever." "Just Kroos is fine." "Very well Kroos" returning his attention to the main exam room. Officer Norton was sitting on the edge of the table wearing little more than a flimsy paper gown "what's the temperature in there?" "I believe we have it regulated to a comfortable twenty-one degrees -- " "What?" "Oh yes, that is Celsius. In Fahrenheit that would be -- " "Whatever. Turn up the heat in there. Like ninety degrees or shit. Say the air-conditioner's broke. Don't care how, just do it." "I see... if those are your orders, very well" Kroos went over and adjusted several dials on the console in front of them "it is now set for thirty-two, er ninety degrees. As you wish." "Well..." Harry looked at the console with a new appreciation "seems like you and the doc already been planning shit like this. That right?" "We have certain instrumentation already in place, whereby the patient -- " "English doc. So what kinda experiments you been planning? No don't tell me" looking at the expression on Doc Reynold's face in the main room "seems like someone's already feeling the heat." "I need to consult with him and inform him of..." "You'll tell him nothing got it? Not right now. He'll figure it out in good time" seeing the doc leaving Tony sitting on the table, both of them starting to perspire "if he asks tell him to finish up the preliminary stuff and then you need to be taking over the rest of this particular `exam', got it?" "But what if he asks...?" "Tell him `doctor's orders', got it?" Harry allowed himself an evil chuckle. Harry watched good old Doc Reynolds shoot several nervous glances at the one-way mirror without letting his patient know something was out of the ordinary. Or even that it was a one-way mirror monitoring an otherwise private exam. He said a few things to Tony, looking everywhere but that damning mirror. "I'm guessing we can hear what's going on in there, right?" Harry was running his hands over the console like a newly purchased porsche. "Yes... sir" Kroos flipped another switch and the two heard, "If you'll excuse me a moment, I need to see why the room is not ventilating as it should" the doc removed his latex gloves and headed for the door "we will draw some blood when I return. In the meantime if you could provide a urine specimen?" "Sure doc" Tony was off the table "where's the bathroom?" "I'll give you some privacy" biting his lip "you may stay here" handing him a container from the drawer "I'll be back in five minutes" and the doc was out the door. "What is going on?" Doc Reynolds found Kroos already in the hall "did you turn off the vents?" "Yes... yes I did" Kroos nodded down the hall "something having to do with `doctor's orders', is what Chief O'Connor--" "Connors? He's here?" "Yes... and..." Kroos stared at the floor "he is giving us his authority to proceed... if..." "If what?" "If..." and Kroos heard a voice in his ear saying: you play ball! "What?" "If I... `play ball'." "You mean if we both play ball. Well tell him, no I will. Where is he, in there?" and the doc was already marching down the hall. Kroos heard: tell him to get back to Norton and not make trouble. Now! "He wants you to return to the patient. I believe we need to cooperate at this stage don't you?" "Yes I guess we do" the doc's shoulders fell several inches with his resolve. He changed directions and headed back to the main room, looking more defeated than he would admit. Kroos watched him return to the exam room door and was half-way down the hall when his beeper went off. He stuck his head through to the receptionist area, talked briefly with the nurse, then returned to the second room. What he saw was more than he expected. Sitting there was Harry Connors in the same chair where Kroos left him. Except now he was completely naked. And aroused. Both hands clenching the edge of the console, his thick purple-headed cock pointing through his full bush. "What are you doing..." Kroos tried to keep his voice calm, hoping his accent for once might hide his nervousness. "None of this happened... today never happened... you cannot tell anybody cause there's nothin t'tell, we understand each other?" "I do not understand..." "Nothin t'understand. Do we understand each other? I give the orders and you carry them out. Otherwise you and the doc in there gonna be spending the next twenty years wishing you picked some other town for your nasty little experiments. You got your agenda, I got mine. Are we communicating here now?" "Yes... yes... I believe I understand you. I do not understand why you have stripped naked however." "I'm tellin you again, what happened here never happened. But it's my way of sealing our agreement, like a gentleman's handshake got it?" "What is it you think is going to happen here?" Kroos looked at the naked middle-aged man in front of him with all the clinical detachment he could muster, looking for a clue, any clues, to explain this sudden transformation. His eyes were drawn again and again to that erection. Kroos feared the worst "I do not think you understand the nature of our research. We are not conducting sexual gratification research here per se." "Guess again doc. I ain't born yesterday, I hear things. The good doc in there" Harry's eyes back on Tony's continuing exam "and you too today, already told me these tests only involve males. Y'think I'm dense or something?" "No, of course not." "Good. So we understand each other. You play ball, I play ball. One hand washes the other, we clear on this?" Kroos repeated the cliche in a language Harry did not understand. But he did understand the slight nod. And the slight drop of Kroos' shoulders was not something a cop of his experience would fail to observe. "Okay, real simple. I give orders, you follow them. Agreed?" "I do believe I have but little choice." "You believe right, doc" Harry began to see the impossible happening "now for starters let's see you get outa those clothes -- " "What?" Kroos was expecting many things but not this. This situation was all too reminiscent of those he had left behind him when he came to the States, all the coersion, the intimidation, the heavy-handed dealings with the military, the para-military, the more-or-less renegade bands of mercenaries all competing for something like dominant control of whatever projects Kroos found himself heading at that particular moment. So this was nothing different. At least until he walked into the room to see his new "superior" naked! "I am a married man! I will not have sexual contact with -- " "You will follow whatever orders I choose to give you today! We clear on that or not? I ain't askin you again. You gonna follow orders or does this whole thing end here and now?" Kroos hesitated, looking at the main exam room, looking at the burly, naked man sitting next to him. He knew if he explored that area of his sexuality again nothing good would come of it. He told himself he was happily married and had the children to prove it. And he needed to do everything in his power to keep them all safe, even if it meant re-entering that part of his psyche which once or twice did respond favorably to contact with another male. But he feared what might happen if that part of himself, that dangerous and sometimes ferocious part of his sexuality took over. "You got five seconds to decide, doc. One!" "Is there some other way we might come to an under--" "Strip doc! Two!" "But we're both married men. I cannot believe you actually WANT to have sex with -- " "Three!" "Please sir. Be reasonable!" "Four!" "I have no choice?" "You have no choice! Five!" "Very well..." Kroos' hands went to his labcoat and pulled it from his shoulders, as all the air left his lungs. He made a point of watching the procedures in the other room rather than see the expression on the Chief's face. "Shirt and pants next. Big guy like you no reason to be shy..." Kroos' shirt was pulled off in slow motion and hung carefully in the locker. He stood there in his white tanktop, black hair bristling everywhere, knowing how unattractive he must look. His hands hesitated at his belt buckle, only then daring to look Connors in the face. But Harry just nodded, one eye on more and more of Kroos' flesh coming into view, the other on the two in the exam room, both sweating bullets at this point. Tony's thin paper gown was almost glued to his muscled torso. Harry wished the angle were different because he wanted to see the rest of that shiny smooth body, not just the gauze-covered flank. He heard the pants hit the hard floor and turned. Kroos stood there wearing his tanktop and white briefs, hair and muscles bulging out every opening. He tugged the bottom of the tanktop free and was about to pull it over his head when Harry told him to stop and stand next to him. "Yeah right here" Harry's hand was at Kroos' hip, feeling the warm flesh beneath his fingers, wishing it were Tony's instead "let's see what you got to work with, what dangerous weapons you are concealing..." letting those words sink in. Kroos stood motionless, waiting for the rest to happen. He stood there watching the exam, trying to keep his attention on the clinical aspects of the procedure, even when Harry's hand went from Kroos' hip to the front of his briefs. He let out a short gasp as Harry's hand found his cotton-covered penis. Harry watched Tony's semi-nakedness, his hand rubbing Kroos' bulge, fantasizing it was Tony's instead. He stuffed his hand inside the waistband and rubbed downwards to the forest of black fur, Kroos sucking in his breath at the invasiveness of this sudden provocation. Connors continued the exploration downward until he tugged at something bigger and thicker than he had expected. But the good doctor could do little but stand there and let that big calloused paw pull his cock forward, and then his big hairy balls were hanging in the breeze as well. "Yeah... big fuckin uncut polish sausage..." Harry started a slow jacking of the fleshy tube "long and very thick. Nice... very nice..." "Thank you... I believe." "Yeah..." feeling it start to lengthen and tighten under his manipulations "responds nice and fast too. Perfect." "Perfect? Perfect for what?" "Perfect bait to set the perfect trap..." Harry's hand continuing a slow steady jacking. When it was almost hard he pulled his gaze away from the window to give it a closer look. The head swelled out the foreskin and Harry tugged it back, running a finger around the crown, relishing the way it flared outward, giving the tube a few bounces to test its firmness "yeah real nice. Gets hard fast too, I like that. You ever put that in a guy?" "What?" "You ever fuck a guy with that club? Ever let a guy suck you off?" "No!" Kroos lied "I told you I am a married man." "So am I" Harry stood up so their two cocks were rubbing against each other. Where Kroos' cock beat his on length by several inches, Harry's was as thick if not thicker, the purple plum alone dwarfing Kroos'. That did not stop Harry from rubbing the two exposed heads together until his was burping precum like crazy "two big fat uncut dicks. And that dick of yours doesn't seem to mind rubbing a cock instead of a pussy... nice." "Why are we doing this?" Kroos' breathing was growing labored. He hated to admit it, but rubbing cocks like this was how it started, so many years back, first with his cousins, then with his brothers. He dismissed those episodes as hormones, but there was that nagging doubt he carried all the years. "Okay put your coat back on." "What? You did not do this to have sex with me?" "You got trouble with orders" Harry barked "we're gonna work on that. Lab coat! On! Now!" "Very well" Kroos went to find his pants. "No, you ain't listening. Labcoat only okay? And loose your skivvies. Now!" "But...?" "Okay lemme explain it. Real simple. I got me a loose officer in there. And I'm gonna get some information outa that bastard today one way or the other. And my guess is nothing's gonna make him spill the beans faster than the threat of THAT" thumbing at Kroos' crotch "in front of that fag's nose. So go tell your boss in there, you're gonna take over the exam, got it?" "But he's almost finished." "Tough shit" watching Kroos hesitate with the waistband of his briefs tucked beneath his balls. Harry waited while Kroos' hand froze in place. Which would he do? Would he pull the waistband up and over his swollen cock and call it quits? Or would he tug those briefs down and off and condemn himself all over again. Harry nodded and cleared his throat: well? what is it going to be? Kroos had little choice and let out a soft moan as the briefs were tugged down and landed around his shoes. He kicked out of them and stood there a moment before he started to tug at his undershirt. "Leave that on... for now. Just put the coat on over yourself. Yeah, just like that" watching Kroos pull the bottom back down, then toss the coat around his shoulders "button up the front. Yeah. That should get that dicklicker's attention. Okay go tell the doc you're taking over. And remember I'm watching your every move got it? And this" tapping his transmitter "is your new best friend, got it? Do we understand each other?" "Yes" Kroos buttoned up the front of his white coat, ignoring the bulge at the front where his cock pushed out "we understand each other." Kroos walked down the hall, praying no one could see him. Then his beeper went off. He wanted to run and hide. "Yes?" he stuck his head through the door, getting the nurse's attention "what is it?" "He wants to know if it will be much longer" nodding at a young patient sitting in the reception area. "Not much longer" Kroos smiled at the young high-school student "sorry for the delay." "W-w-w-okay... wow" his eyes never leaving Kroos' front for a second "I'll wait." "T-thank you" Kroos pulled the door closed fast. Did that boy really see anything? Was he exposing himself? He looked down and everything appeared covered, but the bulge was noticeable if someone looked below his waist. Or if he intentionally... Kroos pushed it out of his mind as he knocked at the exam room door. After a few moments a sweat-faced Doctor Reynolds came to the door, "Yes?" "I will finish up the exam. You must be uncomfortable and need to cool off before the next -- " "I'm almost finished. A few more -- " "I'm under orders" Kroos nodded at his odd attire "from someone, you understand." "Connors?" "His cooperation is critical. You understand?" "Are you sure about this? Doctor?" "I have little choice" Kroos bit his lip "please tell the patient. And..." he glanced at the floor "I am glad it is I and not you. Understood?" "Very well" the doc went back inside. Kroos heard a few words exchanged then Doc Reynolds came through the door "I am sorry to put you in this position." "It is your position that concerns me" and Kroos went into the main exam room, sealing his fate. "I must apologize..." Kroos began. Tony Norton turned around and took in this new replacement, a series of emotions and reactions flying over his face in rapid succession. It all happened in a second or two before his pokerface slammed down and Tony was the picture of cool hard professionalism "Doctor Reynolds is going about to fix the ventilation problem. He asked that I finish your exam if you have no objections." "N-n-no, of course not" Tony hoped his tan would hide the blush "fuckin hot in here, right?" "I apologize again. We hope to have the problem with the airconditioning fixed momentarily" Kroos lied. "Least I'm dressed for it" Tony tugged at his flimsy gown, more wet than dry "and..." "And what?" "Seems like you are too" letting his eyes linger at the top of Kroos' coat "just wearing the minimum under that, huh? Like just underwear?" "Yes" Kroos coughed. "Just enough to keep decent, huh?" "Yes... now..." Kroos picked up the clipboard, not seeing anything unfinished "it looks like the doctor has..." then he heard in the earpiece: camera. "What?" Kroos asked himself. "I want you to turn on the camera" he heard Harry's voice "I want this recorded. That camcorder in the corner by the cabinets. Turn that fucker on." "But..." Kroos almost looked at the mirror. "What's up?" Tony looked very confused. "I am sorry" Kroos put the clipboard down "sometimes the heat does unusual things. I am prone to talking to myself sometimes. I hope it does not disturb you." "No prob, doc. Me, I sing to myself sometimes. My partner fuckin HATES it -- oh sorry." "Sorry?" "I swear a lot too. My language -- " "Do not worry" Kroos went over to the camera "we're all guys here" repeating the line from the earpiece "and because we are both men, and because Doctor Reynolds failed to mention this I am afraid, I apologize but we much make a recording of -- " "A WHAT?" Tony bent forward fast "you say recording?" "Yes, for..." Kroos hesitated "insurance reasons" again repeating the voice in his ear "liability... issues... patient... rights... mal... practice... you understand?" "Doc, I ain't never had nothin like this filmed, okay?" Tony was twisting to the side of the table "this don't sound right." "New state law as of..." Kroos straining to catch Harry's words "went into effect June One. New... mandatory procedures." "Is this on the level?" "Yes, I am afraid so." "How come we never heard about that back at the office? We would have -- " "I assume..." hearing the voice "bureaucratic... delays... upcoming... procedures..." "Furreal?" "Yes, this is very real." "We really gotta... I mean this really the law now?" "Your chief of police" Kroos followed the directives coming over the wire "will be informing you of new procedures in... near... future." "Damn..." Tony went back to table "I mean... like if that's really true and all... I mean... shit! Sorry, hey you're the doc, okay? I gotta trust you here, right?" "Yes, I am the doctor" Kroos bit his lip. He positioned the camera and turned it on "you will forget it is there in no time" aping Harry's words again. "I guess..." Tony lay down again, his wet gown hiding little. "You keep yourself in excellent shape it appears" Kroos was picking up a word or two in his earpiece and putting them into his own words at that point "you must spend much time in gymnasium." "Yeah I guess" Tony wanted to look anywhere but at that lens staring at him. So he started watching Kroos. Like a hawk "you too." "Myself two?" "You spend some time inside a gym too, from what I can tell." "Not that much time since I..." "Oh, with all the patients?" "Yes, exactly" Kroos went to the drawer and started removing certain straps and electrodes "we will test your musculo-galvanic responses to -- " "Say what, doc?" "Oh, these are the most recently developed tests to check your responses to muscular exertion, similar to -- " "Like a stress test?" "A fitness test as well, yes" Kroos brought the strap to Tony's chest "I must ask..." "Ask what?" "If you could..." Kroos could hear the breathy tone in Harry's voice "remove your gown." "What?" Tony looked at the straps, at Kroos' labcoat, especially the bulge in the front, the camera, back and forth and back and forth "doc?" "I will need to attach straps and contacts to various parts of your torso. The gown is an impediment and..." "You know I ain't wearing anything underneath this, right?" "I understand" Kroos repeated the line murmured into his earpiece "I am a doctor, remember?" "Sorry... fuck" Tony's shaking hands went behind his neck to the knot "don't mind me. I..." Tony undid the knot and pulled the gown away from his body with a sticky sound like melting taffy underfoot. When he was naked, covered with sweat and gleaming under the lights, Kroos -- and Harry -- could take in ALL of his body in its fullest. He weighed about one-eight-five pounds of pure muscle with barely enough body fat to float a popsicle stick. His smooth touchable skin, burnished to a rich tanned olive tone was achingly flawless except for a small scar on his right trap and a reddish birthmark above his left hip. And except for that small trimmed triangular patch of black hair above his cut six-inch dick he was a jaw-dropping, head-turning specimen of hairless masculinity in the prime of his life, just ripe for the plucking. Even his thick corded legs and perfect melon ass all but screamed to be rubbed and fondled, massaged and penetrated. At least that's what Harry was seeing, what his battering ram of a dick was craving. He crouched over the console, pausing now and again to give his fistful-thick dick a tug but not more. He did not come this far to waste his months' worth of pent-up sexual frustration on a cold piece of metal, as attractive as it was. Someone's ass was going to be the recipient of his load, and that person had better be Tony Norton. Or this phony-baloney sex clinic was history! "You appear to be in excellent shape" Kroos could appreciate the amazing specimen in front of him from an objective standpoint "let us see if the instruments also are of the same opinion." "What do you mean?" "Let me put these on and we should obtain some baseline measurements" and the cool plastic strap was around his left bicep. Kroos' training could not help but inform him this guy was nervous, but trained to cover it. But now he was very much uncovered. As soon as Kroos' hands made contact with Tony's bare skin the temperature in the room increased by another ten degrees "and if you lift your arms a moment..." "Am I under arrest?" his hands flew into the air, more serious than joking. "Depends on what you're guilty of" Kroos repeated the metallic voice. "Huh?" Tony's head turned sideways, one eye showing more white than expected. "Don't worry officer..." Kroos continued parroting his prompts "we'll go easy on ya" hearing in his ear: rub his nipples when you put that on. I wanna see the fucker squirm like a fuckin bug on a fuckin hotplate! As ordered Kroos' fingers placed another strap over those hard pecs and lingered a second or two longer than proper on those large brown sensitive rings, causing Tony to shudder and tense as the strap was tightened over his chest. Kroos had to notice how fast they responded to the slightest grazings. His fingers slipped beneath the strap not once but twice to "check the tightness" as he claimed. As he did he steered Tony closer to the window so Harry could eyeball that crotch more closely. "Careful there doc..." Tony's breathing grew more erratic "getting kinda chummy there..." "Chummy?" Kroos' accent thickened by several steps "this word I do not know." "Never mind" Tony's eyes watched Kroos' hand rub and tighten, rub and adjust, rub and loosen, rub and shift until he knew something odd was going on, like the good doc figured out his nipples were very sensitive to any kind of contact. He bit his lip to dissuade his blood from heading downwards with some success. He closed his eyes as a second strap went around his right bicep, another around his left wrist. He opened his eyes only to see Kroos unkink a fourth strap, fearing where this one might land. When Kroos crouched down in front of him and told him to spread his legs Tony panicked "look doc, this really necessary?" "This is standard" Kroos lied "for all those on the.. public payroll" almost blowing the last two words. He brought the strap around Tony's right leg and began to tighten it a few inches above the knee. He heard the voice order: higher! "This must be tight enough, please let me know if it becomes uncomfortable" and the strap was stretched around the middle of Tony's thigh. Higher! the voice ordered again, right next to his balls! Kroos almost glared at the mirror before he caught himself. His fingers lifted the strap until it was nestled at the very top of Tony's sartorius muscles. He both heard and felt the sharp intake of Tony's breath. "Careful there doc..." Tony glanced down at the large burly guy almost close enough to feel Kroos' breath on his exposed crotch "getting kinda personal there." "We are almost finished" Kroos was sweating bullets "how is that?" "Last time someone's hands were there..." Tony could feel the sweat running into his eyes "it was my girlfriend, y'get my drift?" "Almost finished" then Kroos heard: rub his balls! Grab his nuts doc! "What?" Kroos' head jerked up. "Just careful with those big mitts of yours, okay?" Tony was almost shaking. "This needs to be... ad-adjusted" Kroos let the back of his hand graze the side of Tony's scrotum "just a few moments" and the hairy surface began a slow back-and-forth motion, tightening and loosening the strap in the process. When he noticed the ballsac begin to crinkle and Tony's cock swell by a millimeter Kroos heard: I wanna see the bastard HARD! "I am not sure this will work" Kroos responded more to Harry than Tony. "What? Whatdya mean?" "The... the... strap..." Kroos stalled "it might be too loose, not enough elasticity." "Oh that. Thought you were talking bout somethin else..." "Let me try again" Kroos answered the voice: do it or else you'll fuckin regret it doc! Kroos' hand again wedged itself into Tony's hot slippery crotch and began to adjust the strap, even allowing a finger or two to rub the underside of those shaved balls. Tony gulped but did not pull away. This time the crinkling and swelling were more dramatic. "One... one last strap needs to be..." Kroos rolled away from Tony's crotch and pulled a short thin strap from the open drawer "this may feel uncomfortable but I assure you it is necessary" letting Tony catch his breath a moment "this one needs to be attached to your genitalia." "What? My what?" "Around your... er... penis... and scro—" "You're shittin me, right doc?" "I am not lying here" Kroos lied "remember I am your doctor and -- " "This is not right" Tony jerked away almost falling backwards "I ain't never had any exam like this! You're making this up!" "This is the legitimate procedure" Kroos' looked sweaty and red "if you do not wish to proceed I cannot give you a favorable report and..." "But this is just wrong!" "We will proceed unless you refuse. What is your decision?" "This is fucked up..." Tony rubbed the sweat from his face "but damnit..." and he gave the slightest nod "at least let me put it on my own dick! Shit!" "Unfortunately I must -- " "It's a GODDAMN STRAP! How hard can it be?" and Kroos heard: exactly what I gotta see how hard! Do it! "Can we proceed or not?" "Doc I don't know about this..." Tony was balancing on a knife-edge, not comfortable with where this might lead. He looked around the room, reminding himself it was no more erotic than any typical sterile exam room, nothing to get him hot unless he found the smell of rubbing alcohol a turn-on. He reminded himself it wasn't, and he was not going to let this big, hairy stud get the better of him. He was Tony Norton, Stud Cop Extraordinare and no foreigner was going to make him look like a horny punk, no matter how much he looked the major slab of beef. And everytime he stole a peek at what the doc's neck opening, even those thick muscled calves and damn was it hot in here or what and damn, that hand back between his legs was gonna start "no!" "No?" "No... I mean..." Tony felt his resolve crumbling bad "I mean... no... body else I'd let cop a feel like that... but you being a doc and all..." damn that hand felt fuckin good... Kroos tried to ignore the voice barking at him over and over: jerk his cock jerk his cock. He recognized the breathy tone as someone jerking his own cock like crazy. He wanted to spin around and give that mirror the most obscene gesture he could imagine but what would that do, other than sabotage years of careful planning? Too much hinged on this one "patient" so if Chief of Police O'Connor wanted some pornographic display of one of his own officers, then that is what he would get! His hand circled Tony's balls and gave them a gentle tug, the elastic strap wrapped around the base and then it was Tony's cock that received the same tug-and-rub treatment. He began to feel the dark tube respond to his steady squeezes. "Ah... hey doc..." "Yes Tony?" "That hand..." "Yes Tony?" "Y'know there's a... just remember there's a camera recording all this, remember?" "That is correct. We do not want any confusions or misunderstood procedures causing any difficulties in the future, and..." "You having no difficulty with a permanent record of you jacking off one of your patients?" "You misunderstand" Kroos' hand continued the contact with Tony's balls and base of that swelling cock long after the strap was in place "I am simply attaching these electrodes to your -- " "You sure that's all you're doing?" "Of course" but Tony was not buying it, not one bit. He looked down at his cock now almost pointing straight ahead, almost daring Kroos to take it to the next step. Then it hit him! Something was wrong, very wrong with this exam. He had seen more than one lie detector test adminstered to a suspect and this had one of the earmarks of any he had ever seen. And yet when he saw the cables come out and connect to various parts of his anatomy, the other ends fed into a small device no bigger than a cigar box, he smelled something nasty. Other than his own sweat, or was it Kroos'? "okay, this is your show, now what?" "One... one more strap..." Kroos removed something mid-sized but very thick. "Where's that goin? My ass now?" "No... of course not..." Kroos looped it around Tony's thick, corded neck "there. We can proceed." "Finally" Tony stood there, feeling like something out of some terrible science fiction movie. He expected the doc to flip and switch and he would be transformed into either some kind of monster or else some mutant super-hero. Monster, super-hero, what a thought. His inner voice told him: go for super-hero! "If you could stand still a moment while I..." Kroos could see his device was working, at least from his end "I need to obtain some additional equipment" he turned to the door then back to Tony, then to the counter "I will return in a moment" noticing the empty specimen container where Tony left in on the exam table "wait. You have not yet given a urine specimen to Doctor Reynolds?" "No. I forgot" looking down at all the straps and cords "y'could say I got distracted." "Did he give you the bottle of electrolytes to drink?" "Electro drink? Bottle?" "I assume not. Please drink this while I am gone" going to the frig, then the drawer, then back to the frig. "You look distracted." "Perhaps. We are busy today" handing him a plastic bottle. "Maybe y'need an assistant" Tony opened the container, ignoring his sweat puddling on the floor around him "a nurse with big tits." "Perhaps an assistant would be beneficial." "At least for procedures like this" Tony made a point of giving his dick a bob or two while he down the contents "when things get..." "Some of our patients might find a nurse..." "Big turn on?" "Distracting" Kroos was at the door "one moment" and he was gone. "What the fuck you pullin?" Harry spun around in his chair the moment Kroos burst into the observation room "you're suppose t'be in there!" "I need to check something" Kroos was at the console, confirming the transmission from the device in the other room. As he hoped, all those readings were showing on the display, the internal recording mechanism working smoothly. He was too busy with the dials to notice a lube-slicked hand reach beneath his labcoat "what are you doing?" "This meat needs some attention" Harry's fist found Kroos' cock again and pulled it back and forth like it was his. "This is wrong, stop!" "Too late for that, big guy" Harry's hand unkinked it and pulled it downward, lubing it generously as he did "you let yourself go soft. From now on this thing's gonna stay hard, got it?" tugging at Kroos' hairy sac next. "This must stop, I cannot continued with that procedure with my penis covered with lubricant, or an erection!" "Oh yeah..." Harry's one hand tugging his own fat cock, the other sliding up and down Kroos' "the sooner this sausage gets hard, the sooner you can get back in there. You keep him waiting too long and he just might put on his clothes and leave... yeah... just like that..." feeling the rod thicken and lengthen almost too easily "yeah big fuckin cock, yeah big scary dick..." "Why are you doing this?" "Okay" Harry looked at his work, at Kroos' red bobbing pole pushing through his fist again and again and he had to smile "okay now get back in there, back to `our' patient. And you better fuckin keep it hard, let it show just like that" pulling the coat back down over it, an obscene tentpole sticking several inches past Kroos' full stomach. "How am I going to explain this?" "You're the doc, you'll think of something" pointing at the door with his free hand "time's wastin!" Kroos expected his beeper to go off while he walked back to the main exam room, both hands covering himself just in case. He bent the swollen tube upwards, the material at the waist maybe tight enough to keep the projectile in place. He made it as far as the door, his hand on the knob, when the cursed beeper went off. He was wanted up front. Tony sat naked on the table, losing a staredown with the camcorder lens. He looked around the room, his eyes returning again and again to that large mirror against the right wall. What's if it's a one-way mirror, he laughed, and the entire force is on the other side making bets how long before he gets the finger-up-the-butt routine. Yeah, Norton riding a finger! Norton taking a dildo up the chute! Norton blowing his load and the crowd goes crazy! Fuck! Where'd all those ideas come from, he turned away from the mirror, like this is a normal doctor's office, not one of his perverted jack-off fantasies. Even if that foreign doc is like beef-on-the-hoof studly. Not like he wanted to go there. He made the mistake of the guy-do-guy thing and was still trying to forget how totally over the top it was. And that one guy was halfway across the country and the chance of running into him at next fall's conference were slim at best. But still... Kroos squeezed his head through the door to the reception area, "Yes?" "Jack here wants to know how much longer" the nurse nodded at the blond teenager squirming like a calf going to slaughter. "Not much longer, I am sorry" Kroos hoped his coat was doing the job. "I'm late for my job already. How much longer? An hour? Or -- wow!" his eyes bugged out as they traveled down to Kroos' front "holy shit!" "The n-nurse can schedule a new -- " "What's the deal doc?" he was out of his seat and standing next to the door, blocking the view from the rest of the room. For that, Kroos was almost grateful. "I cannot talk -- " "Whatever... lemme have a script for whatever that -- hey guys!" turning back towards his two friends "y'gotta see what --" "A moment of your time" Kroos grabbed him and yanked him into the hallway "now I would appreciate it -- " "Appreciate I don't say you... you what?" his eyes boring a hole into Kroos' crotch. "The air conditioning is not working and -- " "And that's giving you this huge fuckin boner?" Jack started to sweat before he felt the heat "what the fuck?" "The nurse will reschedule you and give you a slip for your employer and..." "Fuck him" Jack's eyes were glued to that projecting front "wow... that's really... wow..." and that's when Kroos noticed what was happening to the front of Jack's cargo shorts. Then he heard in his ear: what's the holdup? You better be fuckin hard as a rock when you go through that door! Whatever you're doin ya better be jackin that cock! "It would be better if you left... now" Kroos willed his cock to go down, but the constant profanities and lewd suggestions coming through his earpiece were having the opposite effect. "Wow... shit it looks like you're getting even harder! Fuck!" Jack looked down at himself too late "damn..." "You might want to..." Kroos pointed at the end of the hallway "visit the bathroom... before you return to... your friends..." "Damnit... " Jack even stole a rub or two against himself "they know what a horndog I am already -- I mean -- " "Well we can't have the entire reception room seeing you return with an erection. They might suspect -- " "We were gettin it on?" Jack laughed. When he noticed Kroos was not laughing, he jerked "shit!" "You need to -- " "Holy fuck!" Jack rubbed himself openly "you're fuckin a patient back here! Who is she?" looking around like a dozen naked cheerleaders with bouncing titties were going to materialize from everywhere "too fuckin awesome!" "Nothing of the sort. You must return -- " "No way! You been -- I'll bet ya -- " and just like that Jack grabbed the front of Kroos' labcoat and yanked up! And there stood Kroos' hard lubed dick for all the world to see "WOW!!!" "Stop! You must leave!" yanking it back down. But not before Jack got a handful. "Shit! I mean -- sorry" Jack realized what he had done too late "shit, I didn't -- please don't say anything!" "About that?" Kroos readjusted himself "or THAT?" nodding at Jack's obvious erection, the head and even some veins along the side visible through the thin material. "Please okay?" Jack turned beet-red "the guys already give me shit about..." "About your easy erections or..." Kroos was no fool "or what triggers them" nodding at himself, then daring to grab himself in front of the kid. "Please! Okay?" "Visit the bathroom and make yourself presentable" Kroos headed for the exam room, rubbing himself as directed by the earpiece again "then reschedule your appointment with my nurse" turning to make sure Jack was heading for the bathroom "then we might be able to do something about... " rubbing himself openly and noting the reaction "about your... condition. Until then we will not mention any of this, understood?" "But doc..." "Understood?" "Yes... yeah okay" Jack slunk off to the bathroom. He barely made it there and was sitting on the commode before his cock was burping out his load. Kroos gave his cock a few more tugs -- not like it needed them -- and opened the exam room door like it was boobytrapped. Tony sat on the table, both hands in his naked lap. "Gettin worried" Tony blurted out "thought maybe... woah..." taking in the front of Kroos' labcoat. Although Kroos made sure it was tucked and out of the way, Tony's eyes flew to it like a magnet. "A problem?" "N-n-no not at all" came out in soft low gasps "I'm f-fine." "Please stand again so I can check your straps." "They're fine... honest" like Tony was going to stand and show the doc how full his cock was getting "really." "You must stand for the tests. In fact I need to you walk in place for -- " "Doc... look... I gotta..." "You must what?" "I gotta piss bad!" looking at the door, his escape plan already taking shape. He would baracade himself in the bathroom and hope the doc would settle for an exchange of his clothes for... for what? What could he use to bargain with? "where's the..." "I need for you to give me a specimen here. Regulations..." the voice in his ear going nuts "specimens... drug tests... " " "C'mon doc!" Tony looked everywhere but at Kroos, or down at himself "cut me some slack here." "Here" Kroos found a second container in the drawer "use this please." "Really doc, I can't..." "We are both guys" Kroos continued to repeat the lines "no reason to be shy." "You sure as fuck ain't shy" he let slip. "What does that mean exactly?" "N-n-nothin, nothing at all." "Stand up. There are other patients waiting for their exam. We cannot waste more time. If you do not comply" Kroos nodded at the earpiece "your superiors will receive an unfavorable report. Now Mister Norton!" "But doc..." "Now... Tony." "I hate this!" Tony glared at the floor "this is fucked" but millimeter by millimeter he eased his hard pale glutes to the edge of the table "this is so wrong" and his feet hit the floor, both hands plastered over his crotch. He looked at the specimen container like it was ticking "really gotta do this? I am pee-shy." "No one is looking." "Except that!" pointing at the camera "and... that..." nodding at Kroos' crotch. "I... can... explain..." "Don't wanna know, ain't askin..." and the container was shoved against Tony's hand. He allowed it to be forced into his fist, a deep sigh escaping his lungs, no longer able to hold it "don't say it..." "You told me you needed to urinate." "I did I do" Tony held the open container against his cockhead, braced for the comment. When it never came he let out a grunt and his yellow piss burst into the container, filling the room with the smell of stale coffee. He filled it fast and had Kroos not offered him a second container he feared the floor would have been next "thanks..." for nothing, under his breath. "Very well" Kroos took both containers, labeled them and placed them in the frig "now I will check the straps." "Can't we do this another time? I gotta get back to work, my shift -- " "Not until this is finished" Kroos' ear buzzed over and over "you will report back when I issue you your report." "But results won't be back --" "Those are my-your orders" Kroos' anger grew as the yelling in his ear grew "now stand and face forward, arms at your side. No more acting like a child." "I'm not a fuckin child!" "Then act like it!" "Fuck... this" almost saying fuck you! But Tony Norton, all one-eighty-five pounds of frustrated anxiety, let his corded, muscular arms fall to his sides. "Very well, now we will continue" Kroos crouched down, aware his cock fell free and forward beneath the labcoat "any more refusals or delays will result in a failed report, you understand?" hearing little more than a grunt in response "now please shift your weight from foot to foot like you are walking in place" seeing if Tony would respond. When he saw the weight shift to his left leg, then his right after maybe four seconds Kroos grunted "good, again. Keep going at a regular pace" and then Kroos' hand was adjusting that strap around Tony's thigh, three fingers buried beneath Tony's encircled balls. Tony let out a sudden gasp but this time his steps continued. Kroos could hear the grunting in his earpiece: fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah. "Like this doc?" Tony grunted, keeping his eyes closed, knowing how this looked. Kroos did not know if he meant: do this walk like this? or rather, do you enjoy this? But Kroos had to admit he found this specimen of male fitness under his hands more arousing than he would have expected. It required little stroking to keep himself rockhard at this point. "Yes" Kroos let his fingers run back and forth beneath the leg strap "you are doing well." Tony had a hunch where those fingers would wander next. When he felt the slight rub beneath his tight balls, then two fingers "test" the tightness around his cock he gave up. He felt himself lengthening and thickening and knew it was past the point of recovery. "Remember that camera" Tony muttered "just keep that in mind." "I am" Kroos stood up, expecting to hear the comment when Tony saw the blatant protrusion "keep stepping like that" and the fingers were under the chest strap, rubbing his nipples with little pretense of not trying to arouse them as well. "Okay..." Tony lowered his head, eyes closed "you made your point" his heart beating hard and fast beneath Kroos' fingers "guys at the station put you up to this?" "What?" Kroos hoped to hide his panting as well. "I ain't gonna say it" he opened his eyes, looking down at his hardon bobbing higher and higher "I guess it's fuckin obvious, y'don't gotta say... daaaamn" seeing Kroos' obvious erection pushing the labcoat forward. "You may stand still now" Kroos took a step back, hearing: yeah lemme see lemme see you're in the way, oh fuck yeah oh fuck yeah. He stood two steps in front of Tony "I have the results I need." "What? This?" nodding at both their crotches. "T-the baseline readings" Kroos coughed "now a few questions." "Like what?" Tony glared at the camera "like why I'm hard as a rock?" "Your name is Tony Norton?" "Yeah, so what?" "But you look more greek than english and -- " "My dad's italian, mom remarried and I -- " "And you live at..." Kroos asked a serious of standard questions, sending the results through the cables and transmitter to the device throbbing in the other room. He hoped Connors had not shifted any controls in his masturbation frenzy. But despite Harry's obscene grunts and barks in his earpiece, Kroos continued to hear questions being relayed to him. "Give me your reaction to the following words: ford." "Like the truck?" "Yes." "Big blue, engine with vee six and -- " "Standard station." "Gas station? All-night -- " "Marl buro's" Kroos mispronounced. "Marlboro's? Cigarettes? Reds?" "Weightlifting." "Like the Y? Like lifting?" "Contraband?" "What??" Tony almost lost his balance. "Shipping container." "What is this all about?" his gaze returned again to Kroos' front. Was this weird foreigner getting his rocks off on some weird game. Getting his rocks off??? It hit Tony like an ungloved fist right in his sinuses. The fucker is playing with him! The fucker is getting his jollies fucking with dude's heads. Or worse. "Shipping container!" "Latex boxes." "Warehouse." "Sweat." "Graveyard shift." "Naked guys!" Tony glanced out the corner of his eyes and damn but the dude was stroking himself! Sweet! Kroos coughed and pulled his hand away, fearing he had been caught. He heard: fuck the questions he's spilled the beans now let's see the fag crack do it! Tony knew all of this was burning into that camcorder's memory and he had to make sure it would never ever be admissable in any court here or anywhere. And if it meant blowing this big dude's cover he knew exactly where the good doctor's achilles heel could be found. "Damn hot in here doc, any more questions?" "N-no, we-I have enough... readings." "We finished now?" making a point of looking right at Kroos' bulge "looks like something there you need to take care of, like something needs real attention and there's some nurse hiding somewhere" nodding at the mirror "who's gettin ya all hot and bothered." "What?" "We're both standing here with bones that won't quit. What's the story with that doc?" "It is the heat" Kroos lied "heart medications sometimes -- " "Problem with the ticker?" Tony's hand went out and landed right on Kroos' stethescope. And stayed there "missing a shirt here doc" running two fingers beneath the opening, finding no material other than the undershirt "kinda unusual don't you think?" "Doctor Reynolds drew all your blood, correct?" "Yeah" lowering his arm enough to show the small bandage "see? So we finished here?" letting that hand drop to his own strap-encased cock "or...?" "D-did he administer" not waiting for the barking to suggest it "a prostate exam?" "Y'mean the finger up the butt? Sorry, no doc he didn't" Tony began a steady jacking "what dya say?" "We need to do that next." "You're the doc, whatever you say" Tony saw the sweat running down Kroos' face, guessing it was more than the heat "you ARE sweating like a pig." "I apologize, but..." "No need" Tony rubbed his other hand up and down his own six-pack abs "kinda warm for clothes it seems. You can lose your coat I won't mind" playing his ace "we're guys right?" "But..." Kroos felt the trap close around him. There was no mistake how this must end, not when he heard the earpiece bark: coat! coat! coat! "C'mon doc" Tony narrowed his eyes "like ya said, we cannot waste more time" mocking Kroos' accent "right?" "You are sure this will not..." but Kroos heard the barking in his ear: coat coat coat! "We're both guys... doc" Tony turned his back on him and lay face down on the table "up to you." Which it wasn't. It was up to Chief of Police Harry Connors and Kroos knew it. When Tony heard the sounds of buttons he began to flex and unflex his ass muscles, setting the trap. Hell, if he had a dollar for every fag he entrapped in those bushes he could retire. And as it stood, he had already shaken down a few prominent citizens and received cash payments to guarantee his silence. So this big dumb foreigner was easy pickings. And there was that big muscular expanse of hairy pecs that Tony had to admit was gonna feel real nice when -- "I need you to lower yourself on the table" he heard Kroos behind him, sounding more nervous than expected "your waist at..." "Like this?" Tony slid down until his ass was bent backwards, his feet almost on the floor "I haven't had one of these since... "hearing the rubber glove snap. Kroos watched the floor as he stripped out of his labcoat, wearing little more than his white tanktop and shoes. Even the metal gleam of the stethescope against that black pelt covering his chest accentuated his near-nakedness. Whether or not Tony could see his large hardon from his angle Kroos did not want to consider. He gloved and lubed his hand and before he heard any more barking in his ear, the finger slid into Tony's hole with little resistance. "Whoa!" Tony yelled "y'gotta warn a guy!" grunting and moaning like he was a virgin. "This will only take a moment" Kroos murmured "I apologize if this is..." "Not useta fingers up my asshole" Tony grunted "I mean..." but Tony felt the finger hit his "magic spot" and he let out a weird whine. Kroos could not misinterpret it, even with the voice is his ear barking: lube your cock! lube your cock! Kroos' shoulders sagged by several inches as his free hand squeezed more of the lube onto his own cock, skinning the foreskin back and shining the head. He did not need to hear the barking in his ear to inform him to let Tony hear that slapping sound. Even without drinking one of those bottles Kroos felt how horny he was, how sensitive his cock was to what was going on. Even when Tony's head turned and he stared right at Kroos' big shiny hardon, he could not slow down the steady jacking. "Camera's rollin doc" Tony grunted, feeling a second finger invade him "keep that in mind..." "This is not hurting you" Kroos' words came out more a statement than a question, his more vigorous probing stretching Tony's hole enough to allow a third finger. "What are you sayin -- oooo!" Tony's eyes squeezed shut "damn!" "Do you want to tell me why this is so loose?" a third finger easing its way in. Tony sighed before he realized what he was doing. "Do ya wanna tell me where I can piss again?" Tony made some attempt to pull away from all those fingers "you're doin a real number on my bladder there doc." "If you slide further back" Kroos grabbed a plastic jug with his other hand, almost letting is fall from his slippery fingers "you can release yourself where you are." Tony slid half-way off the table until only his shoulders and chest were supported by the end of the table. When he felt that lubed hand tugging at his very engorged cock and pointing it down he knew he had to go for broke. He was much too hard to piss and he knew it. When he felt that hand start a slow but unambiguous jacking of his cock up and down its full length he knew the doc knew it too. And when he got to this stage of crazy horniness he was bound to do stupid things he would regret as soon as his cock exploded out his week's worth of cum. "This ain't part of the exam, is it doc?" "You have not yet told me about this" Kroos' fingers were three knuckles deep inside his hole, then withdrawing only to slam in again with the full force of Kroos' muscled forearm "have you been... inserting..." "Fuck" Tony moaned, past the point of worrying about something like a damn camera. His right hand reached behind him and found what he suspected. Kroos was as hard as he was, and even more lubed "don't make me say it doc." "Say... oh... yes..." Kroos felt the hand and knew that camera was going to damn him. But his cock was screaming as loud as the voice in his ear: fuck his ass! fuck his ass! "Your fingers..." Tony pushed Kroos' hand away from his cock, his orgasm closing in fast and furious like that swat team he was on with... NO don't think about him! Don't think about how he looked sweating in that uniform, how he looked later in the shower. How Tony boned up and "are in the way." "You want these... removed?" Kroos withdrew all three "and...?" not having time to finish before Tony's hand grabbed the base of Kroos' battering ram and steered it towards his spread cheeks "are you sure this is...?" "Fuck yeah doc" and the head was pushed against the stretched sphincter "don't make me say it" and before either one realized what they were doing, Kroos was half-buried deep inside Tony's hard muscled tight ass. Kroos felt the hole enclose his cock and knew he was signing his death warrant but the way it felt, the way his cock started to remember what he had been denying it all these years, was enough to make his hips thrust forward, ignoring the scream from Tony beneath him, the pain more than he was expecting. "Fuck! NO!" Tony pushed himself forward against the table, trying to pull off that telephone pole "take it out!" "Fuck fuck fuck" Kroos and Harry were grunting in unison. "Get that out of me" Tony yelled "I'll report you!" "Yes yes yes" Kroos felt his orgasm barreling towards him. He could not stop it any more than he could stop a semi with his bare slippery hands. "Stop it or else!" "I cannot I cannot" and Kroos felt his balls tighten against his crotch, the churning already beginning. "You shoot in my ass" Tony barked "I'm gonna shoot in yours! You hear me?" and before he could finish he felt that club swell and throb and knew Kroos was dumping his load deep inside his chute. He was either furious or turned on, not sure which. Kroos fell backwards and almost sank to his knees, the full implication of what he had done starting to sink into that thick skull of his. He had just penetrated a patient in the course of a routine medical examination. And allowed it to be filmed as well. He might as well tear up his medical certificate and leave the country. And when he returned to his home they would be waiting. And he and his family would disappear without a trace. What was he to do? "You know what you gotta do" Tony straightened up, his entire body streaked with sweat and worse "for starters you can loose the tanktop. On the table on your back doc! You're gonna get the fuckin of your life!" "No! I cannot do this" Kroos found a towel and started cleaning up his crotch "you understand this was all a mistake, I never meant for this to happen." "But it did doc" Tony looked around the room, only imagining what the real purpose of that mirror might be, in light of recent developments "and the only way -- the ONLY WAY! -- you can guarantee I don't report you and put you under arrest right here and now is if I see you naked and on that table in three seconds flat! One!" Kroos yanked the sweat undershirt over his head before he heard two. He was about to change the sheet and clean up the area before Tony all but threw him onto the table facedown. Kroos twisted himself around until he was lying flat on his back, knowing something was coming. "Okay doc where are those damn things you use for pregnant chics" already opening cabinets. "What?" Kroos knew exactly what he meant. "Don't FUCK with me doc" Tony was pulling things free left and right "those things -- " "You mean stirrups?" Kroos hated the idea and at the same time found it something other than impossible "counter on your left, lower shelf but..." seeing Tony race over and pull them free. Kroos had to give him little direction watching Tony snap them onto the table and wrestle Kroos's feet into place, then tie him down with the straps he located under that same counter. Once Kroos was bound tight Tony sauntered over to the camera, turning it off. "No more home movies for today" Tony sneered "this next part gonna be just between you and me!" and Kroos felt his hairy crack smeared with enough lube to grease a dozen dicks. No finger, no warning. Kroos bucked when he felt Tony's cockhead open his hole and press in hard! He screamed and almost threw them both off the table but he had nowhere to go. Kroos almost passed out as the full length pressed deep inside him. He had not been penetrated since he was twenty but it was nothing like the violent battering he was suffering now. Even when a lubed hand pulled at his tender balls and yanked his foreskin several inches past his head did the the pain let up. "How's that feel doc?" Tony spat in his face "ain't the same when you're on the receiving end is it?" slamming his cock again and again balls-deep into that hairy spasming hole "like you didn't ask for this all along!" yanking and tugging at that still-sensitive cockhead, the foreskin stretched to the max, his other hand knotted into a fist and slamming again and again into Kroos' balls. Kroos almost passed out from the pain and then his eyes flew open when his right nipple was almost ripped for his chest. "No... please..." Kroos was almost whimpering "I did not..." "Like hell you didn't!" pulling the full length of his cock free then slamming it back in one hard thrust. Kroos yelled but Tony was heading for the finish line "all that shit, getting a boner, not wearing pants!" trying to slow down to postpone his own orgasm "what was UP WITH THAT! HUH DOC?" pulling free to catch his breath a moment. Seeing all that hair on the doc's chest and belly, all the hair he never had, made Tony see red. He started to pull out hair after hair from that spasming belly, working down to those longer, thicker pubes. He pulled several free before all the lube around the base of Kroos' cock made it too slippery. So it was Kroos' cock that got the attention next, twisting and pulling, tighter and tighter. He looked down almost expecting his own cock to start burping cum with all the excitement but he caught himself with a few seconds to spare. He looked around and saw a rubber tourniquet on a tray. But it wasn't headed for his own cock. "Please... no more... it was a mistake" Kroos hearing the voice in his ear: shut the fuck up! "A mistake?" Tony snarled "some mistake!" and he tightened the rubber tube around Kroos' ballsac then around the base of that rubbery cock oozing a few drops of fluid. When the whole package was tightly bound Tony began a hard and relentless jacking of Kroos' cock, knowing how sensitive it was now. "Oh god NO!" Kroos screamed, but he had no wiggle room. The fist on his cock was not as lubed as before, and was concentrating on his sensitive exposed head almost painfully. When Tony began slapping his tied balls again a high shriek burst from Kroos' lungs. He saw stars and the next thing he knew that cock was back inside him and it almost felt like his cock was swelling with the irritation. It did not take more than a half dozen hard yanks before Kroos felt that plug inside him swell and start pumping out several hot bursts of semen deep inside him. Even when that cock pulled out and he felt a cold rush of air into his sensitive rectum that hand on his cock did not stop the torture. "Yeah ya fuckin stud bull" Tony looked down at their joined crotches "big fuckin hairy bull! Big bull balls!" tugging at them until Kroos yelled "big fuckin bull cock!" tugging at it again and again, the foreskin and head bright red with the constant stimulation "gonna see you empty those balls again! Gonna see this fuckin cannon shoot!" his hand a blur on that big thick tube "this ain't stoppin till ya do! Shoot stud! Shoot stud!" but Kroos was not enjoying the stroking in the least. He almost wished he could pass out, anything to make the torture end. "Guess y'need something else to get ya off" Tony took his hand away for a moment, hearing the deep groan or relief escape from Kroos' huge chest "don't worry doc this ain't over" rummaging through the drawers. It did not take him long to find something long and rubbery, not knowing it was not designed for what he had in mind "what have we here?" Kroos was too winded to look up and warn him. The tube was designed to be inflated after being inserted into a patient's stomach, but Tony blew into it and had the end blown up to the size of a small orange! When he brought it to Kroos' ass, he started bucking and writhing to get away from it. But Tony had it lubed and jammed against that swollen hole before Kroos could get at his straps. The inflated end stretched enough to allow it to be rammed into Kroos' hole and with a great deal of force, it was forced several inches deep into that violated butt. Kroos squeezed his eyes shut with the pain. This time when Tony's hand went to work on his cock, Kroos almost lost it. "Yeah I can always tell" Tony stroked Kroos' cock in time with his own "some dudes really get off having stuff shoved up their hole... ain't... that... right... doc!"in time to his strokes. Kroos did not respond but his cock did. When it was full hard again Tony gave that rubber tube a yank and it came out of Kroos with a loud wet pop! Before he could relax his muscles, Tony's cock was back in him, this time a slow steady thrusting in time to the up-and-down motion on Kroos' bound and red cock. "Yeah... just like that" Tony groaned "you're gonna blow your load with my cock in you. You're gonna tell me how much you love my cock in your ass, got it?" "Please... no... more..." Kroos murmured, his earpiece grunting: cum cum cum cum. "Sooner you blow, sooner this all ends. Sooner you beg me to fuck you and make you cum, sooner I breed that ass again. Beg me!" "No..." "Beg me!" "Please... make... me... cum..." Kroos let go of the last shred of dignity "make me cum... fuck... me..." and that is what Tony did. Fast and slow, shallow and deep, hard and easy. Kroos' cock and ass never had a chance. Instead of hours and hours of begging, Kroos' cock throbbed and throbbed but just when it looked like he would explode Tony yelled, "You BASTARD!" and he lost the race, his second load shooting into that stretched hole again. This time it hurt to continue and Tony looked down at himself and freaked! He was grabbing his clothes and out the door before he realized what he was doing. It was a good thing no one was in the hallway. It was a better thing he noticed the door to the back stairwell. Tony took the stairs two at a time and was dressed by the time he stumbled out the back door. He thought he was free of the trap but had no idea his troubles were just beginning. Kroos caught his breath and relaxed enough to realize he was in the room by himself. He could not reach his beeper to summon help nor did he wish to yell for Doctor Reynolds and alert the entire office to what had just happened. The only person who would help him was himself. With greasy and numb fingers he started to work at the straps. He had his left wrist free and was starting on the right when the terrible sound of the door opening hit him like a boot to the gut. "What?!?!" he tried to turn his head "Doctor -- " "It ain't the doc, not just yet" hearing Harry's deep baritone just as he smelled his sweat and cigarette breath. "Untie me before -- " "Not just yet" a strong wrist grabbed Kroos', pulling his right arm up and backwards. Kroos twisted and yelled but he could not stop Harry's strength any more than he could armwrestle an octopus. "No wait please..." Kroos looked down at Harry's naked front, hoping to see him soft and spent from the last hour masturbating. Harry's wrist-thick uncut cock was indeed dripping fluids but it was far from soft "NO! DON'T!" "Just relax doc" Harry rubbed his hands up and down Kroos' wet furry chest and stomach "this won't take long. I warned ya but ya didn't listen. Norton got away, but you didn't did ya? Told ya I was gonna fuck somebody's ass." Kroos felt something cool and wet rubbing against his painful sphincter and then Harry's re-lubed cock was pressing into him. Even after Tony' recent penetrations and even with the inflated tube, Kroos was not prepared for the girth that began to stretch his sore butthole. It was only when Harry's hands started working over his balls and still-stretched cock that Kroos was distracted enough to let that fat plum of a cockhead break through the ring. Kroos gasped and screamed but it was done; Harry's cock was inching its way deeper, stretching as it went. When it found Kroos' prostate the real fun began. "Yeah, tight fuckin ass" Harry was content to press in to the limit "like my bazooka in your shitter?" "No... please... take it out..." Kroos begged, but his cock was responding to the slippery fingers, not to mention the pressure building inside him. "Soon... this won't take long" Harry began short quick jabs "already dropped two loads... won't take a minute or two" his jabbing growing more insistent. He was too absorbed in his own pleasure to continue jacking Kroos, but Kroos' cock started oozing fluid like crazy "like that huh? That dick of yours is leaking like a sieve... yeah the good doc likes a hard fuckin huh?" watching Kroos' cock swell with each jab. It took no more than a minute or two before Kroos threw his head back and arched his back fearing he might be approaching a second, more painful orgasm. That wrist-thick log inside him sped up and the greased hand back on his cock slowed and tightened just like it knew Kroos' hotspots and no matter how Kroos squirmed and twisted he could not stop it, he could not stop that hand pulling his cum loose and then his cock spasmed and erupted! Harry's orgasm came all of seven seconds later. The two of them collapsed into one giant sweaty heap.