Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:33:56 -0500 From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: The Exam chapter 48 Chapter forty-eight Sunday June 30 "Why don't you rest for a while" the doc looked down at Kroos spread out on the table, his hairy torso smeared with sweat and semen. But the more the doc watched Kroos' breathing closely, the more his concern mounted. After several minutes of scrutinizing the readings from the chest strap, the readings began to come down, and Kroos' face lost some of the redness. As his breathing stabilized, his eyes flickered open, "Help me up" groaned Kroos trying to bring himself up to his elbows. "Just lie there a while and recover." "Hell no" Kroos felt the doc unhook the straps and pull him to a sitting position "I must clean this off of myself" as he tried to brush the green goo off his balls, making the stinging worse "inside and out." "Is it painful?" "Yes and no" Kroos swung himself around until his legs dangled over the side of the table, catching his breath "but after orgasm the stimulation becomes almost intolerable. We must discuss the possibility of modifying the procedure, but now..." he lowered himself to his feet with the doc's help "I must get to the shower." The doc helped him stumble down the hall and into the shower room. Once there Kroos wasted no time rinsing much of the grime off himself but when it came time to flush the goo out of his butt he had the doc bring him a metal tube from storage. He hooked it up to one of the shower head and adjusted the flow until a gentle stream came from several openings near the business end. With little preliminaries he plunged it into his butthole where it began to flood his bowels with a steady flow. After several purges he managed to flush most of the gel from his insides, but not before the stimulation brought another hardon. When the doc returned he found Kroos standing there with the tubing up his butt, his cock full hard and bright red. "Amazing" was all the doc could say as he hung up several towels against the wall. "Yes that it is" and Kroos removed the plug, the clear fluid flushing from him "but as you can see the gel still has a profound and continuing effect, most stimulating for longer than they would have us believe" he gave the foreskin a pull or two for effect "but these lingering effects... may work to our benefit?" "Exactly how?" the doc had a difficult time looking anywhere else. "Well once all the nerve endinings in the pelvic area are stimulated in this manner, you could say it almost creates a feedback loop. The more the membranes are stimulated, the more the patient wants them to be stimulated more. Even after orgasm, the desire for repeated stimulation only becomes stronger. Unlike our competitors, various pills such as Viagra or others, this does not wear off so quickly. I believe it is a result of the specificity of the areas affected. Only a targeted region is stimulated and yet the effect is both local" he rubbed his balls and stroked his cock once or twice "and general" he pointed to the flush spread over his chest and shoulders. "So we really do not need the programs of the machinery then?" "Well now we come to the crux of the matter, the great unknown" Kroos turned off the shower and reached for a towel "we are just beginning to explore the implications of the combined usage with the gel extract. How much is synergistic, and how much is..." he pointed to his temple "merely psychological? Does the expectation create the stimuli or the stimuli the expectation? But my dear colleague, I can assure you right now I want nothing more than to have another session with the machine -- " "You do?" "Of course" Kroos pulled the towel away to remind the doc of his full condition "as you can see. But right now I think I need to see if this erection is the temporary result of the douching or something... more... permanent." "You don't think you'll stay erect all day do you?" "That is what I need to ascertain" Kroos finished drying off, the towel wrapped around his hips, but the large distention poking up towards his hip "and document. Or perhaps it is just me." "You want to go back and have another session?" "Of COURSE I do" Kroos started back to the exam room "but it is more important for the research that we -- that I wait at least twenty four hours. Even if the idea of waiting is more painful than not waiting." "Tomorrow is Sunday -- " "That is what I was considering as well" Kroos started to get dressed "and we have no one scheduled tomorrow..." "Well then about one?" "I will call you to confirm" Kroos was throwing on clothes quickly "but right now I must leave." "Are you still feeling the discomfort?" "Discomfort?" Kroos surpressed a laugh "I would not classify it 'discomfort'. But my entire genital region is trying to tell me: put out this fire." "You could get an injection, topical anesthetic?" "No that would blunt the effect, contraindicate the research" Kroos pulled up his pants as best he could, but the smuggled salami down the shorts was very noticeable. "Well then go home and get some rest all right?" the doc started to straighten out the room, setting supplies aside for tomorrow. "If anything changes I will alert the service" and Kroos walked or rather waddled out of the room. The doc watched him leave, more than a bit worried. But Kroos did not go home; he drove his car to the Y hoping to use the bottled-up energy for a vigorous work-out. Sunday July 1 The next day Kroos let himself in to the office shortly after noon, a bit surprised to see the doc already there. "So early?" the doc looked up from the desk. "Good afternoon. I thought I would review the tapes from yesterday before you arrived." "I suspected you might" the doc stood up "after you left I did the same. You might be interested in what I saw" and the two went to the observation room where the equipment was already turned on and ready. "What is it?" Kroos tossed his jacket on the chair and went over to the machines, ejected the tape labeled "K Session One". "It's all right" the doc was beside him, turning the monitor so they could both see it "it's cued to the part you should see." Kroos put it back in and hit "play". The image of himself flat on the table, with the metal probe deep in his rectum filled the screen. The image was clear and detailed, professional studio quality. "The image is truly remarkable!" Kroos came in closer "it is as detailed as what you see on the network television. The funding..." "Yes they spared no expense on those cameras" the doc almost sounded embarrassed "they wanted the very best quality image possible." "Doc!?" Kroos stopped suddenly "they do not want a copy of this one as well, do they?" "They do not know about your session yet" the doc hedged "and it would be wise to store this one separately." "Perhaps it would be safer if I keep it" Kroos' eyes were not leaving the screen. "If we keep it with the old files in back, we should be fine" the doc felt a certain relief, now that Kroos was not going to demand anything else "if that is all right with you?" "As long as it does not join the others." The two watched as Kroos ordeal from the previous day played out. The cold unblinking eye of the camera watched as Kroos began to writhe, impaled on the probe, his cock throbbing to full hard, his chest heaving and reddening as sweat began to bead over his entire torso, shiny under the lights, the image so clear each hair stood out. "Now watch closely" the doc came to his side "I just wish we had a close-up at this point." "Why?" "Just watch." Kroos began to observe what caught the attention of the doc. As they watched together, they could hear the throbbing hum pulse from the machine, and in time to the throbbing, Kroos' cock started to pulse as well. With each cycle, a single small drop of seminal fluid formed at the tip of his now-exposed slit, and with every sixth or seventh pulse, a clear drop gently slid down to his hairy abdomen. "Amazing" Kroos muttered "the cycle has a direct one-to-one corresponding effect on..." "On the entire urito-genital system" the doc finished "but now watch closely." As the on-screen doc readjusted the dials and increased the values on the displays, the effect on Kroos was apparent. As the numbers went through the cycles, entering the fifties, the throbbing spread first to Kroos' scrotum and then to the entire pelvic region. "So it is true, the entire systemic -- " "Keep watching." And as the numbers increased even more, the effect on Kroos' cock became very dramatic. As it pulsed and darkened, it began to lengthen even more. It was as if a second erection was taking place, as if the pump inside were sending even more blood into the already engorged shaft, as if a second set of valves were now opening in response to the buzzing cycles, and Kroos' cock grew by another several inches. "Unbelievable" was all Kroos could say. "Of course we must assume the effect is only temporary" the doc cautioned. "I would not agree" Kroos looked down at himself "I am afraid it has been a semi-permanent erection since yesterday" and he gave himself a squeeze to emphasize the point. "You've been like that the entire time?" "More or less" Kroos' tone was both proud and worried. "Perhaps we need to try another patient--" "No doc" Kroos looked directly at him "what we need is for me to get back in there and on that machine without delay. There were times last night and this morning that I almost believed I would have sold my soul for another session on that!" he thumbed at the other room "I would have done or said anything, just to try it again, and if you had told me I could not, or the machine had broken or such, I do believe I would have gone out of my mind!" "You can't be serious!" "I have never experienced heroin or any such opiates first hand but I cannot imagine another addiction as demanding as this" and he was already heading for the other room, his shirt flying off in the process "so until we can solve our little problem here, I will require frequent and constant uses of the machine now doc." "Stop we can't, it's too dangerous now!" "I assure you, if you will not assist me, I will perform the procedure myself!" "Wait!" the doc ran and caught up with him as he entered the exam room and was wheeling the equipment over to the table "very well I'll do this! On one condition!" "What?" "If anything goes wrong, or the condition worsens, we need to bring outside consultations in on this -- " "NO!" "Kroos we must! Your health and maybe more is at stake here!" "Right now it is my risk to take understood?" "I don't know if I can agree -- " "Understood!?" Kroos was down to his underwear, his crotch extended dramatically, the front stained and caked in various spots. "Are you positive?" "Yes! Now get on with it!" "Alright but I must insist if you experience any of the same respiratory or cardiac issues as yesterday I will terminate the program. I do not want to be in a situation where it is necessary to call an ambulance on-- " "That will not be necessary today." "And why is that?" "Because I want to... test a theory..." Kroos was leaving a trail of his clothes on the floor as he brought the console from its place against the wall back to its spot next to the table "but we need to modify... this!" he hit the on button and started scrolling through the programs until he discovered one meeting his criteria. As the doc started picking up his clothes and placing them in the cabinet, Kroos went through the program and entered different values for the various stages of the routine. By the time the doc joined him, Kroos was standing there naked, a small smile on his face. "What did you you? You did not override the --" "Just the opposite" Kroos gave himself a tug, almost as if he were anticipating what was coming "so far the guidelines have been to see how high the number must go to induce orgasm. Well... let us see if we can duplicate the results by doing the opposite." "What? You don't mean--" "Precisely" Kroos went over to the table and lay down, knowing it was out of his control now "let us see how low the program can go and produce the same effect." "But that is not what we would expect!" "The worst that might happen..." Kroos closed his eyes, feeling the straps come down over his chest and arms "is... nothing." "Are you sure? But if your analogy from yesterday is correct, if this machine has a narcotic effect, then a large and larger -- or in this case higher and higher -- amount is necessary if..." "Yes that is how they designed it" Kroos lifted his legs into the stirrups "but I suspect this device has properties even its designers never imagined." "This sounds very dangerous Kroos." "Innovation is always dangerous" Kroos resigned himself. To what? If he was wrong, he was condemning himself to an hour or so of the torture of sub-orgasmic stimulation. But if he was right... "Before we go too far" the doc was at the frig "do you want...?" holding up a bottle of the foul-tasting drink. "Yes" Kroos tilted his head "we almost forgot yesterday." The doc brought it over to the table, loosening one of the straps so Kroos could bring his head up, his right arm taking the opened bottle from the doc. He downed the contents and tossed the bottle at the waste basket. Of course it went in. Once Kroos was re-strapped and lubed, the doc reinserted the anal probe and guided it inside Kroos' already spasming butt. By the time the genital straps were attached to his scrotum and cock, Kroos was already moaning, even without the current. The doc did not want to apply the gel to Kroos' cock this time, claiming it may aggrevate the already sensitive and inflamed skin, but Kroos counter-argued again and again until the doc had to relent. When all the cables were attached, the doc hesistated, his finger over the button, "If you insist we will begin now. Any last reconsiderations, because once we start I will not stop this unless-- " "I do insist. Start it!" The doc hit the start button and quickly stepped away from the machine, in part because his better judgment told him this was a terrible mistake they were making. As the program started and Kroos began to moan and twist on the table, the doc went back to the cabinet and brought out both cameras. By the time he had them loaded and filming Kroos was already bone hard and clenching his assmuscles on the probe again and again. With everything in place, there was nothing for the doc to do but stand and watch the display. The numbers appeared to be doing the reverse of the day before, matching at a level, in this case forty, then slowly decreasing until the second number was around five. At which point the first number dropped to thirty-five, the second rose to match it, and then decreased again to five, each cycle dropping the first number by five or four. After the fourth cycle, they hovered together around sixteen for a longer time. The doc stood and watched, suspecting the program was malfunctioning until the second number finally decreased to fifteen. Each cycle took an agonizingly longer and slower time to run, the doc observed. He was about to question Kroos about it when he looked up. What he saw almost made him pull the plug! Kroos looked like he had passed out! His face was not the usual beet-red, but instead a pale ghastly pallor, as if it were reflecting the bluish glow of the attachments. He was barely breathing, and the doc had to double-check the readings to make sure he still had a pulse. But his pulse was steady and firm, his respirations slow but not critical. He was not covered with the shiny matted sweat like yesterday, but oddly dry. When the doc went over to take his pulse, double-checking the readings his hand jerked away fast! He received a nasty shock of electricity from Kroos' wrist. He was about to try it again, suspecting there was a dangerous short when he noticed something peculiar happening below the waist. Kroos' scrotum had tightened up signficantly, signalling his approaching orgasm, but as the doc heard the steady occillating hummings and beepings from the machine behind him, could see Kroos' scotum swelling and shrinking in time to the pulses! As if someone had attached a bicycle pump to him and was forcing air in and out of Kroos' genitals, first his balls and then his cock started throbbing and swelling, except Kroos' cock was staying more and more swollen with each pulse. The doc reached out to touch it, but again his hand received the same nasty shock! Now he knew there was a malfunction and he had to terminate this immediately. He went back to the machine and hit the pause button, but nothing happened. He tried several times, but each time the display showed an "override" command. Damn! Kroos must have programmed this in, knowing the doc would try to stop it! The doc was about to yank the power cord out of the wall when he heard Kroos start a low deep moaning. And that's when the doc saw it: Kroos' cock had enlarged to the same alarming length as the day before but now it was burping out steady and repeated amounts of semen. Again and again and again! The doc was watching Kroos' orgasm continue, in slow motion! Five, ten, twenty, thirty contractions, and it was not stopping. After what must have been sixty to ninety seconds of this, the fluid began to clear, but still the steady plop plop plop of small amounts of fluid spasmed from Kroos. The doc went back to the machine, fearing the numbers must be dangerous high, even in the nineties, thinking they may have somehow overriden the built-in failsafes within the program, and somehow jumped past the inconceivable threshhold of one hundred! Instead the doc gasped when he saw the numbers balanced at four, then three, then two! When they both leveled off at one, the program ended. The doc was at Kroos in a flash, pulling and disconnecting as fast as his slipperly fingers would work. But Kroos was unconscious.