Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2007 20:48:57 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 93

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activities which can be classified as bdsm.  Finally, thanks to all you
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.

And now back to our regular scheduled program...



	Chapter 93

	Sunday August 11 continued

	"So why did they alert the masters by starting with the servants?
	Reluctantly, he recognizes a procedure frequently used by his own
	department, known as 'shaking the tree.'  They intended to alert the
	masters, hoping to scare them into precipitate, ill-advised action."
				William Burroughs, The Western Lands



	"Kroos we got company!"

	"Daaaaaaaamn!" Jimmy levitated about two feet, his briefs yanked up
as he came down, two seconds to spare.  At the same time he took in the
panic on Billy's face "NO! Not the cops! NO! Don't tell my dad!" came out
in a hailstorm of consonants "not now fuck!"

	"Doc?" Chief Connors gestured for Kroos to follow him out to the
hallway.  Once they were in relative privacy Kroos snapped,

	"What is it?  Who is here?"

	"Someone you know, we both know."

	"Who?" Kroos wanted to grab Harry by the shoulders and shake it all
out of him "what is the meaning--"

	"One of my men found him lurking around in the parking lot.  One of
my men who doesn't understand the meaning of the order 'dismissed' it
seems."

	"Who?"

	"Officer Larson."

	"No I mean whom did he find downstairs?  Was it--"

	"A friend of ours -- friend of yours from last night.  Your ex-con
friend with all the tattoos?"

	"You mean Rocko.  Is he here?" Kroos started down the hallway
towards the reception room door, not expecting Harry to stop him.

	Kroos was through the door and as predicted there stood Officer
Larson and Rocko, both competing for the "guiltier than thou" grand prize.
But when Harry started laying into Larson instead, Rocko wiped his
forehead.

	"What are you doing here?" Kroos looked at Rocko.  He almost asked,
should you be in jail?

	"Hey doc..." Rocko tried to recover some semblance of composure
once Larson released the grip on his wrist.  Kroos almost expected to see
handcuffs there.

	"Rocko what is going on?  Is there a problem?" more than the
colossal one we are all experiencing?

	"Doc... I... er..." looking at the two policemen "maybe this is a
bad time."

	"For what?" Harry snapped a few more words at Larson, sending him
packing "didn't you get enough last night?"

	"Enough what?"

	"Y'know..." Harry sneered "of the doc here.  You wanted to come
back for sloppy seconds?"

	"Hey..." but Rocko had enough of challenging cops for one weekend
"it ain't like that."

	"What Rocko is trying to explain" Kroos came between them "is that
we discussed an appointment today to get tests for certain... medical
conditions."

	"Yeah I already saw your 'medical condition' last night" Harry
jerked his chin at Rocko's crotch "so I suppose you're out on recognition
as well right?"

	"No I'm out on fuckin bail okay?" he glared at Kroos, not daring to
do the same at Harry "someone made my bail about eleven this morning.
Don't know and not asking.  All I know if my parole board's gonna take a
real dim view of all of this."

	"But that was several years past" Harry added to Kroos "yeah we
been keeping our eye on this one.  His parole ended two years ago but
we're..."

	"Chief Connors here and his boys in blue been keeping a close eye
on me all right" he went for the door "so all the fun and games yesterday
was a breath of fresh air y'might say.  But it looks like you're kinda busy
doc, another time."

	"No Rocko please stay" Kroos gave Harry a hard look "we can fit you
in as soon as I finish with my present patient.  Let us say ten to fifteen
minutes?"

	"Fine I'll wait" he let go of his death grip on the doorknob,
easing towards the chairs "ain't got a whole lotta options right now."

	"If you could come with me a moment" Kroos steered Harry out of the
reception area and back to the hallway.  Even Rocko could see Kroos was
pissed or tired or both.

	"What is going on here Harry?" Kroos almost flattened him against
the wall "first you arrest half the town.  Then you release half the town.
Do you have any idea what kind of panic--"

	"I have a real good idea" Harry pushed back "and that's why my
orders are to get as many as I could out of lockup as soon as I could."

	"Are you posting their bail?  Is Guenthers?"

	"No..." Harry lowered his voice "and I am not asking.  You got my
meaning Kroos?  Or do I gotta spell it out crystal clear?"

	"I... understand..." Kroos went back to the reception door "just a
moment..." and he found Rocko sitting there, looking like the class
delinquent cooling his heals in the principal's office.

	"Wait up..." and Harry joined him as well.


	"Shit!  That was close!" Jimmy pried open the door, glancing down
the hallway.

	"Let's go back before they notice where we are" and Billy led him
back down the hallway and back into the main exam room.  Once they were
there, Jimmy started looking very uncomfortable.

	"Why y'actin so jumpy?  They didn't catch us in the observation
room okay?"

	"That ain't it" Jimmy looked at the door "I gotta take a major
leak, where's the john?"

	"Can't do that" Billy went over to the tray, producing the plastic
cup and the large jug "gotta piss in these."

	"Yeah right..."

	"Seriously.  Piss in the jug first, then stop and piss some in the
little plastic thing.  Then finish in the jug.  If y'need a second jug -- "

	"Like I'm gonna take a piss with you standing there" but he took
the items from Billy's hands.

	"Dude after last night, piss shy is the least of your worries
okay?" Billy pointed at the screen "go back there is y'think I'm gonna be
pervin on yer stuff okay?"

	"But..." looking at the mirror, a bad habit hard to break.

	"Shit Jimmy there's nobody there we just checked okay?  No
thousands of faces staring at yer weenie okay?"

	"Hey watch it!" talk about hitting a nerve.

	"Don't mean anything by it okay?" Billy went to the wall, facing it
"I won't peek okay?"

	"Herms you are like one weird dude" but Jimmy was behind the screen
in a flash.  In seconds Billy heard the loud splattering echo through the
room.  Soon Jimmy returned with both specimen cup and jug full to the brim
"get rid of these before they stink up the place."

	"I'm the weird dude?" Billy took the specimen container, labeled it
and put it in the other refrigerator, as he did the jug.

	"Yeah, why?"

	"You callin me weird?  I ain't the one seeing ghosts behind every
mirror."

	"Damn I swear there were people back there!"

	"Considering the show you puttin on I wouldn't blame them" nodding
at Jimmy's state of undress.  All he was wearing was his briefs, his large
smooth belly hanging over the waistband.  Billy took a moment to make sure
Jimmy saw him give his front a good up-and-down "you sure showin a whole
lotta skin there Jimmy."

	"Knock it off" he sat back down on the exam table, bending forward
enough to covering his crotch "okay?"

	"You call me weird?  First you want me t'leave, then you don't mind
me stayin.  Now you're all weird you're showing wood like it's a big
thing--"

	"Fuck YOU!" Jimmy flew off the table, proving Billy's observation
correct.  The piss-stained fly of his briefs was protruding forward several
inches, the head plain as day.

	"Sorry I didn't mean it that way okay?" Billy sat down on his
favorite chair "look maybe the doc has a treatment for that.  Not like
there's a big demand for -- "

	"For what, asshole?"

	"Just because your dick's still growing doesn't mean you're like a
freak okay?"

	"I'm gonna kill you bastard--"

	"Save yourself the bother" Billy raised his hands surrendering "if
we don't go to camp tomorrow we're both dead meat, remember?"

	"I mean it Herms!"

	"Okay okay, sore topic, I got it okay?"

	"You tell anybody about--"

	"Relax will you!" Billy went to one of the drawers, and tossed a
towel at Jimmy "here!"

	"Thanks I guess" Jimmy grabbed the towel and just like that pulled
down his underwear, not bothering to turn away from Billy's gaze, almost
daring him to make a comment.  He made sure Billy got a real good look this
time before he tugged the towel around his big waist "damn..." kicking the
stained briefs away to the corner.  When he saw Billy stand up and get them
he yelled at him to cut it out.  But Billy stood there, holding his briefs
like it was no big thing.  But when Jimmy noticed the front of Billy's
shorts giving a tug or two forward he really got upset,

	"Dude are you fuckin nuts?"

	"Me?  Now why?" Billy put the briefs away with the rest of Jimmy's
clothes.

	"One, you touchin another guy's skanky undies... and shit
Billy!... you gonna pretend that shit don't turn you on?"

	"Shit..." Billy reached down and adjusted himself, admitting he was
a bit boned "guess it's just like contagious or shit."

	"Bull!"

	"I see you running around bareass naked, waving your dick -- your
healthy hard dick! -- in my face.  What you expect me to do?"

	"Dude... that's like... y'know... totally gay okay!"

	"And last night wasn't?"

	"Do me one huge favor and don't remind me about that okay?"

	"So what happened?  You really stayed in the audience the whole
time... I mean until...?"

	"Until the entire police department showed up y'mean?  Yeah, I was
doing everything I could just t'sit my fat ass there trying not to be
noticed.  Especially by those two mobsters who seemed to be running the
whole event."

	"Jimmy..." Billy came over and sat down next to him.  At first he
thought Billy was do something stupid like grab him under the towel but
when he saw Billy scribbling something on a piece of paper he gave Billy a
weird look "hell no!" he answered to Billy's written question: they there
when the cops show?

	"Don't think so" Jimmy answered to Billy's second question: you see
where they go?

	"Fuck no, I thought you..." to Billy's frantic scrawl: you know who
they are?

	"Wasn't planning on it" after Billy wrote: don't talk about them to
anybody! "why?"

	"Just don't okay?"

	"Shit okay, I got it."

	"So who were sitting by?" Billy tore up the paper into small bits
and put them in his pants pocket.

	"Just some guys" whispering "we can talk now?"

	"Maybe..." Billy nodded at the mirror "which guys?"

	"Dunno... some older guy I never saw before and then they made me
move."

	"Why?  You do somethin stupid like grab somebody in the nuts?"
elbowing him like it was too funny to imagine.

	"Damnit, don't you know what that made us do?"

	"Whatdya mean 'made ya'?  You weren't even on stage, mister
I-got-a-green-ball!"

	"Don't remind me!  I thought I would curl up and die if I had to go
up there!"

	"Will you stop driving yourself crazy about the dick thing?  It's
gonna give ya a complex or shit if you don't--"

	"Easy for you" Jimmy bit his lip turning away "up on the stage
waving your meat around.  You're as bad as Brainless and his pal Mutt.  Man
talk about a couple of total fags--"

	"Don't ever let Kroos hear you say that word, okay?  You can call
me any name y'want, I've learned to get over it.  But Kroos will make you
sorry you ever talked that kinda bullshit okay?" Billy winked and jabbed
him again in his fleshy side "besides, if you got your rectal exam coming
up, now's not the time to tick him off okay?"

	"Bull shit!!" Jimmy jabbed him back, not looking scared in the
least "I mean... shit... he wouldn't... y'know..."

	"Wouldn't what?" he wiggled his fingers in the air "what?"

	"Y'know..." looking around the room whispering "buttfuck...?"

	"Only if he likes ya..." Billy chuckled, following the jab with a
pinch this time "but now y'mention it, he does kinda hardon for you big fat
football players!"

	"Asshole!" Jimmy jumped up, trying to get his hands on Billy who
was three steps ahead.  He was too busy trying to sock him one to notice he
lost the towel somewhere in the process.  The two of them were trying to
cream each other, more play-acting than serious with each passing moment,
and of course that was the time Kroos and Harry chose to come through the
door.

	"What the hell?!?!" Harry yelled, seeing a naked and very aroused
Jimmy, trying to get his hands around the neck of an equally tented, but
still clothed Billy, both of them exchanging a slew of unintelligible
insults "what is going on here?"

	"Billy what is all this?" Kroos tried to hide his grin "stop
whatever it is you are doing and get our patient a gown.  Can you at least
do that without causing any more difficulties?"

	"Yes sir doc..." Billy broke away with a silly grin "but he started
it!"  dodging the punch to his shoulder.  But he could not blame Jimmy for
having lousy aim, considering he was half-bunched over, trying to hide his
naked crotch from these two.  He was too flustered and red to say more than
"b-b-b-b-b-b...."

	"Maybe I should ask you to stay" Kroos turned back to Harry "if for
no other reason than to bring a certain sense of order to all this."

	"Doc!!!!!" Jimmy gasped, grabbing the towel and the tossed gown
with either hand, his wide behind to most of them "knock it off!"

	"So I believe we are almost finished with your examination Jimmy"
Kroos picked up the clipboard again, glancing to see if Harry would leave
"all we need is your urine specimen."

	"Got that already" Billy tried to straighten his clothes, tucking
in his shirt, ignoring his protruding pants hoping they would as well "in
the frig, labeled and everything."

	"Did you?" Kroos went to the refrigerator, checking the label, then
noting the volume in the jug, jotting notes as he did "so it would appear."

	"Do you always produce so much urine?"

	"Doc!" nodding at Harry.

	"Could you check on our other patient?"

	"What?  What other patient?" Jimmy was back in panic mode "here?
Now?"

	"Yes here... but not this moment all right?" nodding at Harry to
leave.

	"Who is it?" Billy asked innocently enough.

	"Gentleman from... last night" Kroos let out a sigh.

	"Who?  Which one?" Jimmy was doing mental sommersaults trying to
remember half those guys.

	"One of the guys from the audience?"

	"No... someone else" Kroos went to the clipboard making his final
notes "but that is not our concern right now.  Right now you and I need to
discuss an exercise and diet regimen for your upcoming season.  Billy?"

	"Yeah okay... I'm leaving" Billy nodded at the box of rubber gloves
"forgetting something?" and gave the wiggling fingers gesture to Jimmy as
he left the room.  Jimmy wanted to throw something heavy and lethal at his
departing head.

	"I did almost forget that part" Kroos picked up the box from the
floor and put two gloves on "now, if you could stand a moment?"

	Jimmy eased himself off the table, knowing he had to get this part
over with.  After all the excitement of the previous night, blowing one, no
two loads? then all the bullshit with the cops and his dad, Jimmy could not
understand why his dick would not go down!  And in some goddamn smelly
doctor's office on top of it?  Maybe Billy was right; maybe he was the
weird one now.

	"Well I won't ask if you have difficulty urinating, do you always
have such a large volume?"

	"Hell no... I don't think so anyways."

	"Pain?  Swelling?" Jimmy gave a jump when he felt Kroos' gloved
hand make contact with his balls.  He was too busy coughing ahead of cue to
answer any questions so he he just stood there, coughing and shaking his
head no, hoping that would make his dick go down.  When he felt Kroos' hand
on his rock-hard dick sticking straight out, he stopped coughing.  Hell he
stopped breathing.  Kroos noticed his face turning red, then blue, and
ordered him to start breathing again.  When Kroos' fingers traced the
outline of his circumcision scar around the shaft, Jimmy's thoughts
leapfrogged back to the previous night, remembering that hand on his dick,
that red-haired guy with the nearly identical semi-embarrassing stub of a
dick like Jimmy's, the guy who thought Jimmy was this totally amazing
to-die-for stud.  Then he remembered the other guy, the guy on his left,
that mysterious John guy who put him up to the stunt of switching shorts
with his red-haired, micro-dicked clone.  And as soon as Jimmy remembered
that scenario his dick swelled and burped out a glob of clear goo.  Jimmy
moaned and grabbed himself while Kroos smeared some of the precum on a
slide, then cleaned more with a sterile swab for good measure.

	"You are very highly aroused today" Kroos asked without asking "and
yet you were present last night..."

	"Okay I was there."

	"And you did not... well... you experienced no sexual gratification
last night?"

	"What?!?!" what are you asking me doc?

	"You did not... you experienced no orgasms?"

	"Damn..." but the words of that John guy were still ringing in
Jimmy's ears "shit maybe.  Maybe I came like once..." seeing Kroos' eyebrow
raise" okay twice okay?"

	"You had two orgasms as recently as last night and yet you are so
aroused, and so easily stimulated" Kroos explored until he found the tube
of gel.  He did not know if there were any of the tubes of the experimental
green substance left even if he wanted one "does this have something to do
with what you and Billy were doing earlier?  In our absence?"

	"What?  We weren't doin shit!"

	"And yet you were both aroused, you both had erections when Harry
-- I mean Mister Connors and I returned."

	"No I didn't..." automatic reflex "and even if I did" Jimmy added
bitterly "like you could fuckin tell right?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Look at this doc!  I'm probably like y'know the smallest guy you
like ever saw okay?"

	"Well actually that's not true."

	"What, you have little kids in here?"

	"No... I mean there are adults who have less... I mean there are
some smaller than you, even when fully erect."

	"Bull shit!"

	"I am a doctor; I would not lie" Kroos put down the tube, looking
at Jimmy closely "especially about something as important as this.  Because
Jimmy I believe this is something that is very important to you, a major
concern, is it not?"

	"Fuck..." looking away "okay so I swear alot, y'gonna tell my dad?"

	"Everything here is confidential I assure you."

	"Yeah" yeah right! Jimmy almost said, like Billy already warned me
about this place, more full of bugs than a roach motel!  Even that thought
didn't kill his bone "I get the record for the world's tiniest dick,
y'don't gotta lie okay?"

	"I had a patient in just last month, an adult! with a penis
approximately the same size as yours."

	"Red haired guy?  Big beer gut like mine?" shaking it for emphasis.

	"Perhaps..." Kroos came over and put his hand on Jimmy's knee, not
sure the reaction "but who he was or is that is not the issue.  I believe
the issue here..." nodding at Jimmy's fat red head, continuing to burp
precum like crazy "is a young man very very preoccupied with the fear he is
not adequate in the area most important to young men his age.  Am I
correct?"

	"I dunno..."

	"And I would wager a guess that this young man began to gain weight
at a rapid rate when he reached puberty, and when he realized he was not
developing at the same rate as his fellow classmates.  And I guess that his
concerns about being overweight... and staying overweight have their root
in this" resting his hand in Jimmy's naked lap.  Jimmy was not hearing all
of the words, only those that stung the most.

	"Look!  I'm just a fat kid with a small dick okay?" shit did I
really say that?

	"Which we can treat."

	"I just have a small dick because I'm fat okay?  Okay?" what did he
just say?

	"Are you sure you do not have it the wrong way around?  You have a
weight issue as a result, not as a cause of your genital development?"

	"What?" making matters worse was this hand in my crotch!  Doc,
unless y'want me creamin all over you, better move the hand! "what did you
say?"

	"Do you think your weight issues are not due to how you feel
about--"

	"No not that!  I mean about treating me.  You can give me pills for
the weight, but you can't gimme pills to grow a normal dick!"

	"Yes Jimmy we are going to start you on a controlled diet and
exercise regimen.  And yes there are medications which you can take, even
during your athletic season.  Primarily vitamins, but no!  I will not be
prescribing any form of amphetemines or performance-enhancing substances,
is that clear?"

	"Doc I ain't talking about that!  I mean you can do
something... about this?" replacing Kroos' hand on his dick with his own.
It felt less stimulating, by a hair maybe.

	"First we need to address the weight issue.  You understand there
are long range concerns and dangers to your health such as hypertension and
stroke, not to mention diabetes --"

	"Yeah yeah okay that too" but Jimmy had his teeth in it now and
would not let go "but I'm more concerned about my 'issues' right now, not
twenty years from now, okay?  And right now my main issue is this!" giving
it a good shake in the doc's face "what can you do about this?"

	"Well with diet and exercise --"

	"How much more I gotta exercise this?" Jimmy smirked "cause it gets
a real workout already!  Shit I can't believe I'm talking to you like this!
You must think I'm the biggest pervert!"

	"Well Jimmy you are big" Kroos picked up the tube again "but if
everything works out, you will be much trimmer soon."

	"Fuck trim!  I want... well you know what I want."

	"But I imagine it would not include this" Kroos did his best
imitation of Billy's wiggling fingers.  Jimmy moaned,

	"You're right doc, it does NOT include that okay?" but Jimmy rolled
over onto his stomach, smashing his dick headfirst into the hard cool
surface of the table for his troubles.  He lifted his butt off the table
just as Kroos' hand found his crack.  Shit he had to get it over with fast,
so he spread his knees and lifted up another few inches.  When he felt the
icy cold finger find his hole he moaned and shuddered, hoping the doc would
just get it the fuck over with!  When it started slipping in Jimmy let out
a loud "ouch!"

	"Does that hurt?"

	"Shit of course it hurts!" Jimmy grunted, trying to adjust to the
foreign pressure inside him.  When he felt the finger start to work its way
around inside him he felt tears forminng "just hurry okay?"

	"Does this hurt?" Kroos' finger pressed in another inch or two.
Jimmy gasped,

	"Damn straight it does!  Damnit doc!"

	"I am sorry, how about here?" the finger moved another two feet in.

	"Yeah!  There too!  Okay?"

	"Do you have difficulty... passing...?"

	"NO!  Taking a shit don't hurt!  Having someone shove
their... sorry..."  the details of last night came flooding back.  And with
it those words of that John guy.  Well he was right in part; Jimmy could
never have said or done half this stuff before yesterday.  So yeah he was
right; Jimmy was losing a lot of his inhibitions about all thise issues,
but his new-found bravado was taking shape in ways and directions he was
not expecting.

	"Sorry?"

	"I mean... the comment about shoving things in... just sorry" like
Jimmy really wanted to tick him off right now.  Billy was right; you don't
want the doc pissed when he has his finger up your butthole.

	"Why should you be sorry?"

	"I just am okay?  I didn't mean shit..."

	"We might need to do a more thorough examination today... a
protoscope might tell us about your tightness--"

	"No doc!" Jimmy was flat on his back as soon as the finger was out
of him "not that please!"

	"But we need to see if there are any reasons for your
constricted--"

	"I'm just tight okay?" uptight is more like it!  Especially when it
comes to that okay? "can't some guys just be tight back there?"

	"Yes of course" Kroos unsnapped the gloves then started removing
some metal items from a drawer.  It looked to Jimmy like something the DEA
would use to break down a door!  No way would half of that would fit inside
him!

	"C'MON! doc, no way you intend to..." Jimmy was too freaked even to
finish the thought.  A finger up his butt was one thing, but something the
size of bazooka was another.

	"I assure this will not hurt."

	"It'll hurt like hell who are you kidding!" Jimmy decided to go for
broke.  There would be no more exam so he could take the risk "look doc, I
ain't like you okay? I can't take things up my butt like you could last
night!  That thing -- that plug?  Man if I tried that I would be walking
funny for a month -- if I was even walking again!  Talk about putting
somebody in the hospital for the rest of the season!  Look doc I gotta play
football this year okay?  And I can't do that if my ass's been ripped in
half okay?  Okay?"

	Jimmy sat there panting for air.  He could not believe he got it
all out, he said all those things.  He expected Kroos to start screaming,
or deck him, or worse.  Instead, the good doctor stood there, a thoughtful
expression on his face.  Or was it pure fatigue?

	"Sorry doc, I didn't mean that stuff.  I don't know how you did
what you did, or why or anything.  All I know is that... damnit doc, are
you like superman or something?  I mean how could you take all those dicks
and still -- shit I'm sorry okay?  I'm just a stupid punk kid with a big
mouth... and a big gut.  Just gimme some pills and we call it even okay?"

	"No" Kroos picked up the devices again "I will not give you those
kind of pills.  Not today not ever.  Today we are going to finish your exam
-- "

	"Exam's finished" Jimmy tried to raise himself off the table and
made it about a half foot before Kroos' muscled arm convinced him his
leverage was much greater than Jimmy's. Jimmy fell back with a great gush
of air.

	"No Mister Guenther it is not.  Now again I need you on your
stomach.  Now Mister Guenther!"

	Jimmy turned over slowly, his eyes on the door praying Billy would
burst through at any second.  Even Chief Connors, anybody!  Just not this!
He just knew he would be crippled for life if this happened.  But when he
felt that finger at his hole again, still greased and none the worse for
wear, he started thinking.  Shit, why am I doing all this fuckin thinking?
And now with some guy's finger up my chute?  Well maybe I do sit on my
brain like my dad says!  Yeah like he ain't the biggest ass, ouch! Jimmy
felt a second finger worm its way into him.

	"You trying to kill me?"

	"You must relax, relax and squeeze out" Kroos' third giant finger
started to smear more clear lube around and then into Jimmy's tightening
sphincter.  Soon it was a pitched battle.  Could Jimmy tighten more or
could Kroos loosen more.  After several hours Jimmy realized he was losing.
That's when he felt that funny feeling inside him.

	"Doc!!!!"

	"What?  Did I hurt you?"

	"No!  What did you touch???" like he never felt anything like that,
ever "it's like you zapped me, like some electric shock!"

	"This..." Kroos' finger found that spot again "this is your
prostate...  here!" and his finger started a slow rubbing motion.

	"Stop!"

	"Did it hurt?"

	"Fuck no -- I mean yeah -- I mean what IS that?"

	"I explained to you, that is your prostate.  Every male --"

	"Well don't do that again!  It feels like I could pop a load or
something!"

	"Yes... it can be very stimulating for some..." Kroos withdrew his
fingers "and can lead to orgasm..."

	Then it hit Jimmy like a mack truck!  Dudes like that!  Dudes stick
shit up there, or let guys stick their bones up there... cause it feels
good!  It feels good enough to blow your jizz!  Was this some big secret?
Why didn't anybody tell anybody about this?  Oh yeah... they did, Jimmy
laughed to himself.  But the guys who know about this are all fags.  Like
the guy giving him a nice massage to his fuckhole -- I mean shithole! Dude,
where did that come from? Jimmy rolled onto his back fast.  Did I just
think that?
  Shit, after all I saw last night is it any wonder?  But how would that
really feel?  Like Kroos last night, taking a guy's dick -- a really really
big dick! -- up his behind?  Jimmy looked at what Kroos was lubing and told
himself: shit looks like I'm about to find out!

	"Doc... I mean we really gotta do that?  I mean that's really
necessary?"

	"I am afraid so Jimmy.  We need to see if there are any physical
complications which may need treatment" he had everything ready and was
double-checking the contents of the tray "now I need you on your back, yes
further down on the table towards me, yes that is correct.  Now I need you
to lift your knees and keep your legs apart.  This will not hurt unless you
tighten your sphincter more than necessary.  Very well now take a deep
breath and when I say 'now' exhale a much as possible. Take a deep breath"
Kroos brought the tube to Jimmy's hole and applied the slightest pressure
"hold it... hold it" the lubed end began to ease the ring open "now!" and
Jimmy gasped out his lungful of air as he felt the cold metal baseball bat
force its way past his resistance.  Before he had time to clamp down it was
inside him.  He wanted to protest and buck that thing out of him but Kroos'
gloved hands were on Jimmy's knees holding him in place.  Tears started
pouring down his face with the outrage, his most private spot violated by
this metal monster, and when he thought he would burst something he felt
the doc start to move it around inside him.  And when he thought he had a
handle on the pain it hit that thing inside him again, an electric tingle
where the doc's fingers had massaged him earlier.

	"Doc no, that's that spot again.  Please!"

	"Does this hurt?"

	"Doc please..." Jimmy started whimpering, glad no one was here to
witness him break down like a big baby.  Like a big Baby Huey, he reminded
himself.  He was too concerned with how this must look when the doc
interrupted his thoughts.

	"Now lie very still.  I am removing the inner tube so I can get a
better look at --"

	"Inside?  You're gonna look inside?  There?"

	Kroos explained the simple mechanics as the inner sleeve was
removed and replaced by the small lighted device.  Kroos crouched down and
began a slow exploration of Jimmy's chute, trying to take notes with one
hand.

	"I am afraid I cannot do this unassisted."

	"Wha... what?" Jimmy had his eyes clenched tight, concentrating on
the impossible sensations coming from deep inside him.  For someone who had
never felt anything inside him before, this was all too much to handle
"wha...?"

	"I will need Billy to help me... if that is all right with you?"

	"Here... now?"

	"Unless you have any objections?"

	"Damn..." Jimmy knew Herms already saw him naked, even boned a bit,
and didn't say a word.  Shit if he really worked here he musta seen a whole
lot worse than this right?  Besides, the thought of grossing out the kid
had a certain appeal.  And the sight of someone with a baseball bat up
their butt was at the top of his gross-out list "if ya think ya... y'know
hafta then...  I guess..."

	Kroos went over to the intercom and buzzed the front desk.  Billy
was through the door in a flash.

	"Doc?  Everything okay?  You -- sorry Jimmy y'want me t'leave?"

	"Doc needs ya..." Jimmy kept his eyes shut, well cracked enough to
see Herms' expression.  It was not as shocked as he wanted, but he would
settle for what he got "t'help him with somethin... right doc?"

	"Billy I need your hands to hold this steady while I finish -- no
you will need gloves.  Yes thank you" and Billy threw on some gloves then
took a hold of the device half-in half-out of Jimmy's greased asshole.  To
keep a good grip on it, and to make sure the big guy did not tumble off the
end of the table, Billy slammed his shoulder against Jimmy's thighs, his
free hand coming to rest against Jimmy's tight scrotum.  After he gave out
a few outraged grunts and yells Jimmy settled back grabbing the sides of
the table as the paper sheet started ripping and sliding under his wide
back.

	"Yes Billy keep him like that while I..." Kroos went back to
peering through the proctoscope, taking notes with his freed hand.
Meanwhile Billy's free hand began to graze the underside of Jimmy's balls,
feeling them wrinkle and wriggle under his fingers.

	"Hey..." Jimmy grunted several times, not sure if he was feeling
something against his nads or not "you gotta...?"

	"Relax..." Billy caught his squinting gaze "doc'll be finished
soon.  Keeps ya from thinkin about what he's doin right?" and Billy's
fingers started a subtle stroking of Jimmy's balls.  His grunts became
moans in no time.  When Billy expanded the area of stroking to include
Jimmy's rapidly filling dick he knew Baby Huey was past the pain "feel
better now?"

	"Damn..." Jimmy started to squirm as Billy's fingers began to graze
his dick more often.  When he felt himself boning he knew Billy would yank
his hand away, annoyed or grossed by Jimmy's reaction.  But Billy's fingers
gave no indication of surprise or disgust, neither did their manipulations
grow more intense.  But even those slight, almost absent-minded grazes were
starting to drive Jimmy crazy "stop!"

	"What?  Oh sorry..." Billy moved his hand back to Jimmy's thigh as
he readjusted his shoulder "didn't realize... y'know... sorry."

	"There... that should be all..." Kroos finished the last notes,
then made a few adjustments to the device.  Jimmy felt it shrink inside him
and before he could adjust to that, it was sliding out of him, a gush of
cold air blowing inside his hole as he tightened and gripped down, but not
before a small fart escaped.

	"Fuck!" Jimmy bucked, trying to kick Billy away, but not before he
gave a small chuckle.

	"No sweat, it happens" Billy waved his hand in the air, then
punched Jimmy in his large heavy shoulder "just don't make a habit of it
okay?  We don't wanna kill the next patient who comes in here okay?"

	"Damn..." Jimmy looked around for something to cover his nakedness,
but Billy was already throwing a gown at him "thanks... I guess."

	"You guess?  You guess?" Billy got the gloves off and started to
leave "dude almost blows a load and all he says is 'I guess'?  Doc, maybe
I'm losing my touch" Billy gave the wiggling fingers gesture to Kroos.
Kroos smiled but Jimmy was busy blushing and covering up.

	"Am I finally finished now?" Jimmy swung his big girth around until
he was hanging off the side of the table "Billy where'd ya put my clothes?"

	"In the cabinet there" Billy's hand on the door "doc you need me-"

	"Billy could you show Mister Guenther where the facilities are, in
case he would like to clean up before getting dressed?"

	"Shit not a bad idea" Jimmy sniffed himself "I can't go home like
this" then it hit him.  Home?  Did he really want to go home?  Back to the
police and lawyers and god-knows-who-else swarming all over his house right
now?  "doc how long before you run those tests... I mean before I know if I
can..."

	"Unless we have any unusual findings from your blood tests" Kroos
shrugged "I see no reason you cannot--"

	"YES!!" Jimmy pumped his fists in the air then hi-fived Billy
almost knocking him against the half-open door.

	"See?  I told ya you'd live!" Billy could not help smile at Jimmy's
relief "now follow me if y'know what's good for ya?"

	"Fine..." and the two were waddling and tip-toeing respectively
down the hall towards the shower area.  Billy was through the door first
and turning on the first, then then two more shower heads before turning to
see Jimmy's shocked expression.

	"Dude y'trying t'tell me somethin?"

	"What?"

	"I'm that dirty or somethin?  Why so many... you ain't takin a
shower too?  Or we expecting company?" looking around for the hidden
cameras.  Billy noticed the movement,

	"We can talk now" Billy did not lower his voice, neither did he
keep looking over his shoulder as was his habit in the exam room "what
happened?"

	"Whadya mean 'what happened'?  You were the one playin with my dick
when the doc--"

	"Shit not then!  I mean last night!  What happened?  When the swat
teams came busting down the doors?"

	"Shit you were there..." Jimmy checked the second nozzle and jumped
underneath the spray as soon it he felt it was not icy cold "remember?  Or
all this kinky shit fryin your brain!"

	"Like you're one to talk!  Weren't you out in the audience trading
blowjobs with--"

	"Fuck you!" Jimmy tried to douse him but Billy was as fast as he
was nosy "we weren't tradin no fuckin blowjobs!"

	"Yeah right!"

	"I wish..." Jimmy felt himself blush then turned his face under the
spray "forget it okay?"

	"Forget you were trading blowjobs, or forget you said it?"

	"Like I said, all that was going on was... just forget it okay?"

	"Look Guenther it's like this!  No look at me this is serious okay?
No more bullshit!  I don't give a fuck about all the minnow-crapper
bullshit okay?  We got much bigger and much more serious shit t'deal with
now okay?"

	"Like all of us gettin busted with our pants down?"

	"Bigger okay?"

	"Shit..." Jimmy stepped out of the spray turning off the spigot.

	"No!  Leave it on" Billy reached behind him and turned it on again.
As he did he turned two of the unused nozzles to HOT for good measure.

	"Why you... hey!" jumping away from the scalding stream near him
"y'trying to kill me?"

	"It fogs up those..." Billy nodded at the air vents in the ceiling
"and the noise drowns out the speakers."

	"What?"

	"I told ya... this whole place is being monitored okay?"

	"By the cops?"

	"Probably them too now" and Billy gave him a short edited history
of all he knew.  Twenty-five words or less.  Jimmy stood there unconcerned
about his nakedness or his genitals for the first time in his life.  His
only worry was looking like an idiot with his mouth hanging open, his shock
turning to anger with each word from Billy's mouth.

	"No... no!... NO!  I mean... Billy that's--"

	"Now y'gettin the picture Guenther?  Now y'realize why this whole
minnow-crapper thing is like kindergarten shit compared to what--"

	"We gotta DO somethin!"

	"Like what?  Tell your dad?  Tell the cops?" Billy nodded at the
vents again "c'mon figure it out!  Harry Connors, fuckin Chief of fuckin
Police is like on the other side of the door right now talkin with Kroos
okay?  Okay?!?!"

	"Y'mean they're all in on it?"

	"Sure as shit looks that way don't it!" Billy looked down at
himself, his clothes wet and almost transparent "so right now we gotta
figure out what we gotta do--"

	"I know what I gotta do" Jimmy jumped towards the door "I gotta get
my ass outa here!"

	"And go where?  Home?"

	"Well..." he stood there, his hand on the door handle "maybe..."

	"Right now the first thing y'gotta do is clean that green shit outa
your butt before..."

	"What green shit?"

	"That green lube the doc used when he... y'know did your
proctoscope..."

	"He didn't use any... Billy what green shit?"

	"Isn't your butt killing you right now?"

	"No shit!  It feels like he shoved a telephone pole up my ass!"

	"No Guenther, I mean... isn't it itching and burning like crazy?"

	"Not really... why?"

	"Turn around.  Lemme see your butt."

	"You trippin Herms?  I ain't gonna--"

	"Cut the shit okay?  I gotta see if the doc used that stuff on
you."

	"Y'just wanna perv on my fuckhole-- I mean asshole, shit!" Jimmy
turned beet-red again "forget I said that."

	"Said what?  I didn't hear anything" nodding at the vents winking
"now turn around and bend over okay?"

	"Not a chance got it?"

	"I'm serious here.  I gotta know if the doc used the green shit or
not, and if not why not, okay?"

	"Why?  What's so goddamn important about this green stuff?"

	"I'll tell you only if you do it.  Guenther we gotta start trusting
each other okay?  Right here, right now okay?"

	"I still don't see what's so damn important..." but Jimmy Guenther,
Baby Huey to his enemies, turned around and grabbed the wall, bending his
ass back towards Billy, hearing him crouching down behind him.  Shit, talk
about the most humiliating thing ever!  What the fuck was he doing?  Going
for the olympic record?  Seeing how many times he could make himself sick
with doing stupid, humiliating things?  And what made it more frightening
was each stunt was getting easier and easier, like some hidden barrier
inside him had been breached, some secret wall had been blown to
smithereens and now all sorts of frightening, forbidden ideas were rushing
forward, each vying for attention, each one nastier and more impossible
than the previous.  At this rate he'd be the one doing public sex shit
next!  Like that idea would not make his dick shrivel to nothing!  Instead
he felt blood heading south, yeah he definitely broke something!

	Billy crouched down and put his hands on those giant meaty globes
of Jimmy's behind, expecting him to jump several feet.  Instead, Baby Huey
leaned forward, spreading his stance by a few inches.  When Billy's fingers
traced down his greasy crack, finding the swollen ring, and then penetrated
it as far as the first knuckle, Baby Huey gave a short muffled grunt but
did not move.  Billy removed his finger, examining it for the telltale
color and smell.  Nothing!

	"Look at this!"

	"What?" Jimmy turned around, knowing his dick was swelling but that
was not his concern any longer "so okay y'got my shit on your finger."

	"Look okay?"

	"Gross..." Jimmy looked at Billy's index finger, expecting the
worst.  Instead it looked shiny and greasy but that was all "okay?"

	"It ain't green!"

	"It ain't brown either okay?  So y'gonna tell me now what --"

	"He didn't use the green shit on you -- shuddup okay? -- and that
means either there's none left, or else the cops already took all of it
okay?"

	"Why would the cops--"

	"Lemme tell ya if close yer hole for five seconds -- no the other
one!  Sorry I couldn't help it!  Y'can pound me later okay?  Now listen!
The green shit -- the stuff the doc did NOT use today! -- is part of all
these weird experiments the doc, hell both docs! been doing all summer here
okay?  First they get guys in here, young guys, old guys, like fuckin
EVERYone okay?  Like the whole g.d. town okay mister Jimmy Sheltered-Life
Guenther?  And depending on your reaction okay -- no just listen I'm gettin
to that -- then then make ya come back for more and more exams.  First, the
normal, 'regular' exam, like you had today, y'know regular tests, right
outa the old book okay?  Then the second or third exams, testin how
y'respond to more...  'stimulating' procedures.  But like with dumb shits
like me, if they can get ya blowin yer load the first or second time, then
you get the 'real' exam, okay?"

	"What 'real' exam?"

	"That's when the green shit comes out okay?  They got this -- well
I think it really came with Kroos, when he joined the office here.  He
brought this stuff with him from Europe -- somewhere in eastern Europe,
Croatia maybe? -- shit didn't you notice the weird way he talks?  Same as
those misters?  Jones and Smith?  Well I get the feeling that whole sick
group" looking at the vents "I mean all those fine unstanding dudes... and
I do mean upstanding" looking at Jimmy's crotch "shit... I got your number
Guenther!"

	"Knock it off!" Jimmy's hands flew to his crotch, covering himself.

	"Dude your secret's out okay?" Billy gave a slight chuckle "dude
here ain't worried about the size of his dick... half as much as how easy
it is for that dick to go boing! on him!"

	"Fuck you!"

	"All right!" Billy broke into a huge grin, tugging his pants down
and mooning Jimmy "just don't use the green shit okay?"

	"Hey!" he jumped back "are you nuts or something?"

	"Dude get it through your thick skull!" Billy tugged his pants up,
his point made "now you getting an idea of what's been goin on around here?
Guenther, you're like the only person I know been through here didn't get
to do the 'whole fuck-suck-machine thing', okay?"

	"Just knock it off okay?" Jimmy turned the shower on again, rinsing
his sweaty face as soon as he could "y'almost had me believin--"

	"Okay... I was yankin yer chain there... but..." Billy bit his lip
"if I had been serious... would ya... y'know... would you've done it?"

	"You are trippin" from under the water "I don't fuck guys..."

	"You really didn't get off on all that shit last night?"

	"Shit..." at least that was how it sounded to Billy from the spray
"I don't wanna go into all that."

	"You ain't been listening?  I just told ya we gotta talk about
that!"

	"Why?"

	"Cause I gotta figure out exactly, exactly! what was happening when
the goons broke down the doors!"

	"Shit... okay..." and off went the water again "but then I gotta
know about... y'know the other stuff.  The stuff they been doing here on
guys, okay?"

	"Deal.  Spill it!" and on came the water again.

	"Okay, like before you left, first they did the 'red-ball
green-ball' thing okay?  And you sex-crazed lunatics went up on stage and
started with the shower shit" his eyes got wide looking at the vents "they
really... filming this?" whispering, more lipsyncing the last two words.
When Billy shrugged he continued "so I'm sitting there --"

	"Where?"

	"Like the back row okay?  I got me the end so nobody hadda go
puttin their hand... forget it."

	"Keep going Jimmy, remember what I said..."

	"Yeah okay... like any of that really matters now.  I was at the
end so nobody hadda be grabbin me in the balls okay?  After you left those
two creeps running the show made us strip down to our undies okay?  I'm
getting to that listen.  So after everyone's sittin there in our whities,
some guys even commando like, then those dudes, the Johnson guy says we
gotta put out hands in the crotch of the guy next to us!  Thought that was
gonna bring up my lunch but he says just the back of our hands like, not
grabbing, just laying there like, okay?  The dude to my left is like this
older guy, at first not real happy I gotta be putting my paws on his goods.
But he don't gimme shit, I don't give him shit.  It kinda works out.  And
nobody's next to me on the other side so I get off easy.  Yeah me and Olson
-- y'know Ern of course you do -- we two got the end seats so we're like
off the hook for the time being.  Then all this shit starts happening with
two dudes I don't know, big guy and his mexican buddy, they were sitting
off by themselves when we were all eating -- yeah those two.  Well they
start all this shit, and then they get yanked outa their seats by that
Johnson guy, as well as some dudes from South.  Yeah them.  Well suddenly
that Johnson asshole wants me to move down and next thing I know I'm
sitting between... well this weird guy, first he's on stage, then he's
sitting in the back row next to me.  And I gotta put my hand on his goods,
and dude like he already busted his nut doing... y'know... on stage with
doc Kroos?  Yeah, he was one of the guys slammin it to the doc.  Well like
I gotta grab his dick after it's been up some guy's hole -- yeah he
showered but still!  Gross okay?  But he's like saying all these weird
things -- trying to lay all this weird shit on me..."  Jimmy looked away.
Did he really want to go into these details with the Herms kid?  Could he
really trust him?  So far he'd been cool but... oh shit, why not? "okay
okay... keep yer shit on" laughing a cynical grunt "he starts all this shit
about me not being afraid anymore, not being all freaked out about... this"
grabbing his cock, like it needed another excuse to fill out more "and then
the other guy, the guy on my right... yeah, he's been real free'n easy with
grabbing me so far... so... I grabbed his... yeah yeah... y'don't gotta say
it.  I'm like grabbin dick on both sides and this dude -- the new dude on
my right, he's like a carbon copy of..." looking away "of me!  Okay?  He's
like my clone or shit.  Even his dick is like...  it' aint much bigger than
this!" grabbing himself right there.  Hell, no way he could believe he
could stand right there in front of some little crapper punk, all but
jackin his meat for the whole world to see!  And he wasn't losing it!
James Guenther, what the fuck has happened to you? he asked himself.  You
don't need a new dick; you need a new brain! "he's like me, same dick, same
fat" grabbing his belly, pulling his hand away from his cock with a certain
reluctance "but like older okay?  And just so you get the idea this is all
like totally freaky okay, as soon as he sees my dick he's like losing it
okay?  Just getting a look and a feel of this" hand back on his fully hard
dick "and he's like cummin buckets!  Can you believe that shit?"

	"Why not?"

	"Cause I'm gross okay?" and for the first time in his life Jimmy
did not believe the words "okay I was gross okay?  I mean... up til last
night I thought no one like NOBODY could find this... attractive okay?  No
don't say anything, I gotta say this.  I always thought I was like totally
disgusting!
  Fat ugly no-dicked freak, okay?  Then that John guy says those things,
like I'm not gross, like my red-headed clone thinks I'm hot, and I thought
the guy'd been smoking some weird shit, but it happens!  The dude sees me
in all my ugly grossness and he like blows his nut like I'm this sexy
big-tit babe!  And when he loses his nut... if that don't make me cum
again!"

	"What?  You came twice?  Sitting there?"

	"No not with those guys!" Jimmy pulled his hand away, fearing
number three would happen right there in front of Billy "like first time
was with this big black dude.  I swear he was one of the cops okay?"

	"Who?"

	"Big black dude name Willy or Wallace or --"

	"Willis?"

	"Sure okay.  He was with... hell that guy they called Soulman --"

	"Hank?  You were with Willis and Hank?"

	"Not 'with' them, okay?  But yeah, I hadda grab that Willis guy
before the John dude came off the stage.  Man... talk about one serious
dick!  What I wouldn't give..." shut up Jimmy!

	"You'n me both..." Billy winked "it's cool.  But Willis musta been
real touchy about you... y'know..."

	"No shit!  At first I thought he was gonna cold-cock me big time!
And I swear he woulda, but that Johnson guy was watchin him like a hawk, I
swear.  Shit..." Jimmy jumped a foot! "he's a COP!  And that Johnson creep
like he musta KNOWN right?  Billy what the shit is going on here?  Were
they all just setting us up all along?"

	"Guenther somebody's been settin somebody up for a fuckin long
time.  But that's what we -- me and Soulman and -- "

	"So you know him?  I mean before last night?"

	"Jimmy you trust me and I gotta trust you okay?" another glance at
the vents "but yeah.  Me'n Big Hank, Soulman to you, we been good buds for
a while now.  You know what I mean by 'good buds'?"

	"Well kinda..." Jimmy had no clue "like hangin out... shoot the
shit...  hey!  He was this big famous wrestler right?  So he like been
coachin you n'shit?  Wow cool."

	"That and more stuff... I gotta draw you a picture?"

	"Yeah right.  You and Soulman been gettin into it?"

	"It started by accident.  He and a bunch of guys -- one of them,
no! two!  were there last night.  So Hank just started with the crew puttin
in my new pool --"

	"What?  You have a pool?"

	"Yeah, just this summer."

	"And you never invited me over?"

	"Yeah like you were gonna come over to hang with a bunch of
crappers, right."

	"Okay, maybe not.  But now...?"

	"Now seein as how we are..." Billy gave Jimmy's front a nod "like
on better terms..."

	"I gotta ask ya... don't get pissed okay?"

	"Too late for that."

	"Before..." Jimmy started memorizing the floor tiles "when the doc
was...  y'know.  And you were... rubbin me..."

	"Yeah...?"

	"Were you... y'know... I mean, were you doin it because y'hadda
or..."

	"Or because it was a turn-on, you mean?  Yeah it was kinda hot
playin with your goods when the doc was lookin inside you.  You think
that's gross right?"

	"Hell... I don't know what's 'gross' and what ain't anymore"
looking up "like standing here rodded in front of you.  A week ago I woulda
cut my hand off with a rusty knife before doin anything like this... now?"

	"Now everything has changed right?"

	"Changed?  You can say that again!  Herms, WHAT'S GOING ON!?!?"
came out in a long agonized rush of burning air, a huge catharsis more
overwhelming than any orgasm he ever had.  He felt the front wheels
dangling over the edge of the precipice, hoping someone would grab him
before he fell.  Like he was reading his mind, Billy stepped over and
grabbed him as he started crumbling.

	"It's okay it's okay Jimmy" as the big guy started sobbing "hey
it's okay, this has gotta be rough, shit it's been a real meatgrinder for
all of us okay?  We're on the same side here okay?  We're in this together.
Nothing's gonna happen to you, we won't let it" waiting for the sobs to
slow, the great gasps shaking the big guy giving way to a steadier, less
frantic breathing.

	"Stop..." Jimmy struggled free "you're getting soaked..." trying to
wipe his tears away.

	"I'm already soaked Baby!"

	"Knock it off Herms" but Jimmy was smiling.

	"Let's get you dried off" Billy made an attempt to wrestle Jimmy to
his feet, but it was no go "towels're back in the room okay?  Beside you
been in the shower so long you're starting to leak" wiping away a few tears
"and then we gotta tell the doc y'got a new problem to look at."

	"Knock it off..." Jimmy pulled away "but... thanks... okay?"

	"For what?" Billy looked down at him, and yeah he was a mess "for
almost jerking ya off before?"

	"You're too fuckin weird y'know that?" turning off the rest of the
shower heads "but..."

	"Everyone tells me that" Billy looked at the vents "like I listen
to them, right?"

	"About those..." whispering "about..." thumbing at the vents
"forreal?"

	"Forreal."

	"Why?  Just for.. y'know... pervin on..." looking down at his
front, then Billy's "naked dudes?"

	"Worse" Billy tried pushing Jimmy out of the room and to the
corridor "it's about the..." cupping his ear "experiments."

	"Like...?" pointing at his ass "before?"

	"Machines" was all Billy whispered back.

	"Butt machines?" Billy hearing: but machines?

	"Even seen a guy blow five loads one right after the other?" Billy
glanced up and down the corridor, his voice almost normal "or a guy's dick
fill out to like twice its size?  like a balloon?"

	"What?!?!?!"

	"Like some kinda weird science fiction torture scene from a Bond
flick" Billy shook his head "except the dude ain't complainin got it?  And
that green goo does somethin that makes the dude want it again and again
and again.  It's like they put fuckin heroin in it or somethin.  Hell, it
turns the straightest most normal dude into this like total crazed sex
addict okay?  Like you saw Kroos last night!  Y'call that normal?  I think
he's just as much a victim of all these machines as the Coach-- shit!
Forget I said that okay?  But you saw him there last night?  How you think
he got conned into all this?  And like both our teams on top of it?  I'm
tellin ya Guenther you have no idea how many dudes're involved or how deep
this shit is okay?  And now we got these cops swarming everywhere?" Billy
keeping one eye on either end of the hallway, expecting someone to come
bursting through one of the doors hearing all this!

	"Five?  Five loads?!?!  Dick twice the size?" was all Baby Huey
heard, the rest so much static.  Talk about hitting a nerve!


	Billy continued to babble as the two of them paddled down the hall,
but Jimmy heard nothing except "dick dick dick" in his head.  Even if half
this stuff was just so much bullshit he had to find out what was true or
not.  So he beat Billy through the door, the questions already on his lips
when they saw they had company.

	Sitting on the newly-papered table was the big muscle dude from the
sex show at Mort's.  Jimmy had noticed him once or twice at Y in the past,
always making a point of giving him a very wide berth.  Some of the other
guys on the team thought it was fun to ape him behind his back, callin him
"The Goon" or "Inkman" but Jimmy wanted nothing to do with him.  The only
reason he did not leave yesterday was the guys were daring each other to
stay and watch his latest "exercice video" without cracking up.  Then when
Merklins showed up with the doc on a leash, Jimmy could not help but notice
a weird shudder go through the group.  All the bullshit and snide comments
were replaced by a weird apprehensive furtiveness, like they were all
running the risk of getting busted for something... but what?  He tried to
get Matt to open up, but all he got back was "if y'don't know, don't ask"
and of course that made Jimmy all the more curious.  Now he wished he had
walked out of that room and never looked back.  Or not.

	"Sorry doc..." Jimmy hugged the wall, backing away from him and his
patient "just lemme get my clothes..."

	"You two..." was all Rocko said, barely giving them a glance.

	"Doc... y'need me...?" Billy thumbing towards the reception area.

	"I might need you to stay" Kroos looked around the room "if you
could set up?"

	"Sure thing" and Billy was in professional-mode, almost daring
Rocko to make a comment.  He did not have to wait long.

	"New assistant?" Rocko would not look at Billy either "Joel still
in?"

	"Joel will not be able to join us today" Kroos helped Billy gather
items, making notes on his clipboard as he did.

	"What happened to Merklins?" Jimmy was already buckling his pants,
socks and shoes all but flying onto his feet "doc, he in jail still?"

	"I do not know" Kroos rubbed his face, the fatigue winning the
battle "I suspect so."

	"Why?  How come we're out and he's still locked up?"

	"You will have to ask the Chief that."

	"You better believe I will" and Billy threw the last items onto the
tray, the gown on the table, a few items at Kroos, and he was out the door.

	"I'm leavin too!" Jimmy did not bother to lace the shoes or put on
his shirt but was heading for the closing door as well.  He never made it.

	"Well?" Rocko saw him freeze and turn back to the doctor "y'leavin
or ain't ya?"

	"Doc...?" Jimmy would never found the balls to do it before today,
almost watching himself from a distance, hearing a far-off voice not his
own saying the words "I gotta know.  You really... I mean... there's a
machine makes your dick bigger?"

	"What?!?!" from both of them simultaneously.

	"Jimmy what did Billy say?" Kroos cut through the red-tape "did
he--"

	"Is is true?  You really got a machine that makes your dick twice
as big?"

	"Fuck doc..." Rocko smirked at Kroos "that what you been using on
your johnson?"

	"What?" Kroos ignored Rocko's unintelligible slang and went over to
Jimmy "I do not know what Billy has been telling you but no, there is no
machine that can--"

	"Don't lie to the kid" Rocko almost smirked "that Mannie kid told
me all about what you been doin to your victims -- sorry, patients! -- in
here doc.
  So tell the poor little kid the truth!  Yeah kid, the doc here's been
doin all sorts of nasty things to his patients -- his MALE patients at
least.  Knowing the doc here, he's probably been doing god-knows-what to
his female patients" seeing the shocked faces on the two, not sure which
one was funnier "but I ain't been seein any babes walkin around town with
double-d cups y'get my drift."

	"Rocko that would be enough" then back to Jimmy "I do not know what
rumors you may have heard from the other boys but even if we have, EVEN if
such things exist, they should not be used on someone your age."

	Damn!" Jimmy punched both fists in air "I knew it!  I KNEW IT!
Then you DO got them right?"

	"Like I said..."

	"You just admitted it doc!  You do have them! Where?" and Jimmy
started looking around the room, almost opening cabinets like it was an
Easter egg hunt.  Find the prize and get a big dick!  Start your scavenger
hunt now!

	"Jimmy stop!"

	"Not until you tell me where they are!  This I GOTTA see!"

	"They here or the cops took'm" Rocko wanted to see them as well.
He had a growing hunch they might have something to do with why the doc
agreed to see him today.  At least before all the shit hit the fan "we too
late?"

	"Thank you" Kroos glared at Rocko "thank you very much."

	"Sorry kid" Rocko ignored the killer stare "but I think we're both
one day too late for the 'Doc Special', right?"

	"Whatdyou care!" Jimmy took over Kroos' glare "like you need a
bigger dick!"

	"Watch yer mouth kid!"

	"Too late for that!" Jimmy watched himself almost stand up to the
big goon.
  Hell, so he started camp tomorrow with a black eye!  He could blame it on
the cops.  His dad would just love that lie "like I didn't see you last
night!  You sure looked big enough fuckin the doc here.  Or were you too
drunk to remember--" and Rocko came flying off the table at Jimmy ready to
do serious damage.  Had it been just the two of them, it might have been a
bad situation.  But Kroos managed to deflect the first series of blows
between them.  When Rocko realized he was out-muscled, he let go.

	"You got a nasty mouth on you kid" Rocko pulled away from Kroos,
rotating his shoulders to get the circulation back "gonna get you in deep
shit some day."

	"Already did, remember?" Jimmy rubbed his chin, sore but not broken
"weird kinda office you're runnin here doc."

	"I am sorry" Kroos gave Rocko his best glare again "but there will
be no more fighting in this office is that clear?" Rocko tried to ignore
him "is that clear?"

	"All right all right" Rocko went back to the table "soon as the
punk there leaves--"

	"I ain't leaving!" Jimmy heard that other person say "until I know
everything about that machine!" hell what could they do, beat him up?
Again?

	"Perhaps another time" Kroos put on his lab coat and stethoscope,
hoping that would signal an end to this "we could discuss it then."

	"We're outa time doc" Jimmy watched the other Jimmy a bit amazed at
his balls "time's up!  Like today!"

	"Jimmy no!" Kroos swelled up to his former two hundred seventy
pounds of pure muscle.

	"Doc yes!" then that alter-Jimmy played his ace in the hole "or
y'want me to talk to my dad.  And Chief Connors!"

	Kroos did not say a word but stormed out of the room.  As soon as
he did, Jimmy balled his fists, expecting Rocko to leap for his throat.
What was worse he just sat there, slowly removing his shirt like neither of
the two Jimmys existed for him in the least.  Jimmy stood there, the blood
pounding in his ears, his face flushed with adreneline and he could do
nothing about it.

	"What?" he exploded at Rocko "y'gonna ignore me now?"

	"Ain't worth it kid" Rocko waved him away "you're already roadkill.
Fuck, we're all roadkill."

	"But... but... but..." Jimmy saw the situation slipping away fast.
He was not going to give up so easily "but... you're here, right?"

	"You got bad eyes?" Rocko kicked off his shoes "you come here for
glasses or shit?"

	"NO!" Jimmy wanted to punch the walls now "I mean... why are you
here?  You got some kinda weird timing coming here today, for what?"

	"None of your fuckin business kid!"

	"Maybe I'm gonna make it my business" Jimmy's alter-ego returned
after catching its breath.

	"Maybe you wanna try."

	"Maybe I need to!" taking a step closer, daring him to start again.

	"You're gonna love the pen, kid" Rocko all but ignored him "they
eat kids like you for breakfast."

	"That where you learn to take it up the ass?" Jimmy thrust out his
chin.

	"That's where everybody learns to take it up the ass" Rocko turned
his back on the kid as he slid off the table, removing his pants
"especially dumb-ass punks like you.  Shit, you won't be sittin for weeks!"
giving a chuckle over his shoulder.  He could not see Jimmy's expression as
he stripped down to his shorts, only hear the steam engine panting behind
him.  At this rate, the kid would keel over without laying a hand on him.

	"Fuck..." Jimmy knew the big muscle dude had called his bluff.  All
he could do was stand there hyperventilating.  He found a chair before he
lost it.

	Rocko heard the noise thinking the kid had passed out.  When he saw
Jimmy collapsed into the chair he smirked,

	"Yeah I have that effect on people" giving a few flexes of his hard
biceps "usually chicks, but it takes all kinds."

	Jimmy sat there trying to catch his breath, hoping the room would
stop spinning sometime soon.  He almost wished Rocko had socked him in the
gut, sitting here like this was worse.  And seeing Rocko's smirk of victory
just rubbed his face in it.  Soon as he could Jimmy grunted out,

	"This is so fucked!"

	"Tell me about it."

	"Why... why'd you do it?"

	"Do what?"

	"Last night... everything... today..."

	"I got my reasons.  I mean I had my reasons."

	"What'd the doc blackmail you with?"

	"Me?" Rocko sat down on the table again, rubbing his sore shoulder
"blackmail me?"

	"He musta!  Why else would you... like last night!"

	"Ain't got nothin t'do with blackmail kid" Rocko looked around the
room, praying for the kid to get the hint and leave "you're too young
t'understand."

	"I ain't no kid!"

	"You sure as fuck act like one!"

	"Fuck you!"

	"You can't afford--"

	"Fuck!  That's it!" Jimmy jumped to his feet, lightheaded but
standing "money!  It's all about money!"

	"What is?"

	"Yesterday!  The shit at Mort's!  Even you and your piss-poor
videos at the Y!"

	"Hey!  We make quality--"

	"Yeah, I saw your 'quality' Rocko!" Jimmy came over and stood right
in his face.  Or rather right above his face "you agree t'do that shit at
the Y, then at Mort's -- shit! how much they pay you!"

	"None of your business!"

	"Fuck that's what I thought!  And I got a good hunch some big dude
like you don't come cheap!"

	"Say that again?"

	"I guess they paid you a few thousand for your 'participation'
right?  And multiply that by how many guys last night?  We're talking
serious money here!"

	"For a stupid punk kid" Rocko looked up at him "maybe you ain't so
stupid after all."

	"And I got me a good idea where all this fuckin money's coming
from..."

	"Like where?"

	"Right here!" slamming his big sweaty paw down on the table next to
Rocko's butt, ripping the paper in the process "this place right here!"

	"What?"

	"I bet there's a lotta money t'be made if you can promise dudes..."
Jimmy hesistated a moment.

	"Promise them what?" Rocko needed to know how much this spoiled
rich kid knew.

	"They got a nice little operation going here.  Bet guys would shell
out big bucks if they could get their dicks..."

	"Their dicks what?" Rocko knew the kid was onto him.

	"Plastic surgery!  That's it!  The docs here a doing some weird
kinda dick surgery!  Like silicone implants for chicks, but for guys!"
slapping himself on the head "why didn't I think of that!"

	"Is that what you think?  You think the docs here are doing dick
implants?"  Rocko heard of such things.  And from all the dicks on display
last night, he probably was witnessing some of the doc's bigger successes.
Maybe Rocko's days of "limp dick" were over after all "who told you that?"

	"Shit it's all over town!" Jimmy wanted to hug himself "that's what
all the guys been talkin about.  I mean no one's come out and said it, like
'I got my dick fixed!' or anything, but fuck!  No wonder everyone's been
like so secretive about all this!"

	"About what?" Kroos and Harry came through the door, looking like
they meant business "what are you two -- "

	"Kid here thinks you been like runnin a plastic surgery shop here
doc" Rocko folded his big inked arms across his puffed-out pecs "like dick
implants, right?" looking at Jimmy like he was nuts.

	"Is that what...?" Harry looked at Jimmy, his anger barely
diminishing.

	"I may be a fat punk" glaring at Rocko, then at Harry "but I ain't
dumb.  So that's what the machines are for, right?  You use them to make a
guy's dick grow!  How dya do it?  Is it like with implants?  Injections?
How?"

	"Someone..." Kroos glared back at Rocko "has been telling you a lot
of nonsense.  Whatever you may have heard about penile implants is simply
so much ignorant gossip" to Harry "now could you call Mister Guenther to
have his son picked up?"

	"James... you're with me" Harry tried to grab Jimmy by his shoulder
but he spun away fast.

	"No!  I ain't leaving until I hear about this, all about this!"

	"There's nothing to hear" Kroos looked at Rocko, handing him his
gown "in spite of what Rocko may have been telling you.  It is simply not
true."

	"He didn't tell me, B-- I mean, somebody else -- I mean c'MON doc!
It's all over town okay?" holding his ground, seeing Harry picking up the
phone "and if you call my dad, I'm gonna tell him what you're doing here!"

	"Tell him what?" but Harry's hand hesitated on the phone.

	"For starters" and Jimmy's alter ego pushed to the front of the
line again "you wanted mister muscles here to buttfuck me!"

	"What?" Rocko's head almost spun off his shoulders "what!?!?!"

	"And then YOU" glaring at Harry "wanted me to blow you!  And you
too!"  turning on Kroos "that's just for starters!"

	"I never!" but Kroos grabbed Rocko's shoulder silencing him.  Kroos
came over to Jimmy and grabbed his shoulders next,

	"You know nothing of the sort ever happened here.  You know that is
all lies and worse!"

	"It's called libel" Jimmy stood eyeball to eyeball with him, the
moment of truth "and it's also called child pornography and statuatory rape
and a whole lotta other stuff the lawyers can think up.  So go ahead and
call my dad!" seeing Harry hesitating "and see who he believes.  Cause
right now, all of you 'adult's ain't got a fuckin leg to stand on! Do it!"

	"James, this is very serious..." Harry was in no mood to be pushed
around by Guenther's kid at this point in his life "and a lot of your
classmates would be as ruined as -- "

	"So hang up the phone... Chief" Jimmy mocked him "and then we
talk."

	Harry hung up the phone, one eye on Kroos.  Rocko whistled soft and
low, amazed at the sheer stupid guts of this kid.  Either guts or pure
craziness.
  Whichever it was, Rocko was content to sit back and watch.  And keep his
own neck out of the noose for a change.

	"Harry?" Kroos ignored Rocko as well "could you ask our young
assistant to join us?  I believe he is at the bottom of this" pinning Jimmy
in his hawk-like gaze as Harry hastened from the room "because I believe he
is the one who has been filling you head with these lies!"

	"They ain't lies!" Jimmy would not relent "if you got some kinda
devices around here, some kinda procedures for giving guys their dicks
back" realizing his goof, glancing to Rocko to see if he noticed, but Rocko
was tying his gown again "I mean giving guys a real dick, then it's
show-time doc!"

	"But Jimmy please be reasonable..."

	"Fuck reasonable! I had a lifetime of being reasonable!"

	"A short lifetime!" Rocko added.

	"Don't matter!  I'm sick of everyone tellin me 'Jimmy be
reasonable!  Jimmy live with it!  Jimmy it's not important!'  Well fuck it
IS important!  It's important to me!  Okay?"

	"What's the kid all hysterical about?"

	"I ain't hysterical!" Jimmy yelled.

	"Jimmy we can discuss this during your follow-up appointment."

	"When's that doc?  After camp?  After I graduate?  After I'm too
old to get married?"

	"What's his problem?" Rocko untied and retied the knot again "ain't
he got a dick or somethin?"

	"No I don't!" Jimmy heard that voice yell "okay?  Okay?"

	"What?"

	"But if the doc--"

	"What our young patient is trying to say" Kroos cut in "is he is
going through that stage of puberty when he is dissatisfied with the speed
of his growth."

	"He looks big enough from here" Rocko chuckled.

	"Not me, asshole!" Jimmy snarled "my dick!  Okay?  And the doc
here's gonna fix that, right?"

	"That right doc?" Rocko was all ears now "you gonna help the kid
grow a big dick?  How's that?"

	"Perhaps..." seeing Harry escort Billy into the room with a certain
lack of gentleness "my indiscreet assistant here can explain."

	"Explain what?" Billy looked around the room seeing where everyone
was braced "doc?"

	"Jimmy here's been threatening us with some rather ugly scenarios"
Harry repeated for everyone's benefit "because you been shooting your mouth
off about some bullshit or other... Jimmy you tell him!"

	"Billy, tell them!" Jimmy wanted to grab him and shake the truth
out of him "tell them what you told me!"

	"What did I tell you...?" Billy reached into his pocket, letting a
tiny scrap of paper drift to the floor.  When he noticed Jimmy got his
meaning, he glanced to the mirror for good measure.

	"I don't care!" Jimmy shot a look to the mirror as well "you told
me the docs' been workin on these machines -- these experiments t'make your
dick grow!"

	"I did?"

	"Remember?  And the green shit?  And cumming five times in a row?"

	"Cumming five time?" Rocko looked at Billy "this I gotta hear
about!"

	"Doc you want me to tell them?" looking right at Harry "or you
wanna?  Cause I'm bettin the only ones here" boring into Harry's eyes
"don't know are Baby Huey here and Rocko.  Hell, don't tell them!  Show
them!"

	"Show'm what?" Rocko looked around the room, expecting a hidden
compartment to open and some frankenstein device to appear "what you hidin
in this joint?"

	"YEAH!!!" Jimmy pumped the air "show us!  Show us your evil dick
machine!  Fuck the whole town's seen it!"

	"The whole town eh doc?" Rocko smirked "and here I thought you were
a real doc!"

	"I am a real doctor!"

	"Whose been doing dick transplants!  What you get two guys in here
and switch dicks on them or somethin?"

	"Maybe... maybe Billy is right..." Harry looked at the mirror "or
at least you would be... but I am afraid the device in question is at the
station right now.  It was seized with the other evidence."

	"Too fuckin funny!" Rocko roared "a bunch of cops sittin around the
station trading dicks!  Or even better, a bunch of them all sittin around
seein who can cum the most?  What kinda department you running Connors?"

	"You want to go back there and find out?"

	"No I've had enough of your 'hospitality' for one weekend" Rocko
looked at the doc "he bullshittin?  They really got all the gizmos?"

	"Just one" Billy looked at Jimmy, signaling him to shut the fuck
up! "right doc?"

	"I do not know" Kroos looked more puzzled than angry "Harry?"

	"Yeah we got your machine."

	"Only one though, right?"

	"What?" Harry looked at Kroos "how many of those you been using?"

	"Two I know of" Billy answered for him "maybe three.  Doc?"

	Kroos looked at them one by one.  He knew there had been four
consoles, two of the older models and two of the newer series.  But which
one did the police seize earlier.  He went to the cabinet and opened it.
As he suspected, it was gone.  He held it open for all to see.

	"What about...?" Billy nodded at the mirror.  He did not want to
come out and say he and Jimmy saw one sitting in the observation room
earlier.  At least he saw it; Jimmy would not have recognized it for what
it was.  But the location of the third?

	"Just a moment" Kroos gave Billy a cautious look then left the
room.  In what seemed like too brief of a time, he returned wheeling the
machine Billy thought he spotted earlier.  Except this one was still
wrapped in plastic!

	"Wait!" Billy glanced at Jimmy who was ignoring everything and
everyone in the room except for that bright new shiny object.  To Jimmy it
was a vision of the holy grail!  He almost fell to his knees when he saw
it!

	"What the fuck is this?" Billy came over and started running his
greasy mitts all over it "what is this doc?"

	"Wait!  Ain't that it?" Jimmy saw his hopes and dreams crumbling
"ain't this it?  You promised!"

	"Doc where'd this come from?  I never saw this before!"

	"You been holdin out on us doc?" Harry was in line as well right
behind Rocko, trying to get at the machine "how come my officers--"

	"Because it may have been still in the box?" Kroos tried to shoo
them away, but it was like the refugees rushing the food truck "please! You
will damage it if you do not stop!"

	He was too busy restoring a semblance of order to his office to
notice that Billy had slipped out of the room.  But he was not too busy to
notice the door open again with a loud bang.  Billy was wheeling in the
console from the observation room next.

	"What?  What is that?"

	"Your officers are a bunch of pansies" Billy smirked at Harry,
tossing the manuals at him "they see these and they musta run outa the room
screaming."

	Harry looked at the two manuals, not making it past the word
"Gynecological" before he tossed them aside,

	"Where'd these...?"

	"Doc they were sitting open on top of this" patting the console "in
there" nodding at the mirror "so either they were too busy jacking off to
the diagrams" hearing a cough from Jimmy "or like the Chief here didn't
wanna get their hands dirty, right?  Don't know where those books were
right?"

	"Billy you know..." Kroos had lost all control of the situation.

	"Yeah I know I know..." Billy rolled his eyes "now y'know why he
fired my ass and hired Merklins instead!"

	"Billy!"

	"That true?" Jimmy was falling behind fast "Merklins replaced you
here?"

	"Fuck that explains a lotta things" from Rocko on the table.  He
stood up and started getting into his pants "well it's been real
educational but this is all too much for me.  Doc when you sort this all
out -- and if I'm still here!" glancing at Harry "gimme a call."

	"But what about your appointment today?" Kroos felt the afternoon
all but shattered around his feet "why did you come here unless..."

	"Yeah why is that?" from both Harry and Jimmy, with difference
choices of words but similar intent.

	"Well not to be part of your -- not for that!" thumbing at the
closer machine "I for one don't need my dick in your sausage maker there."

	"That is NOT what this is" Kroos bristled "this is for serious
experimental --"

	"Yeah I'm sure it is" but Rocko was tossing the gown, looking
around for his shirt "tell it to the judge."

	"Rather unfortunate choice of words there" Harry looked from the
machine to Rocko, then to Kroos "I have only heard about these, what you
told me.  Never actually saw one in use."

	"So?"

	"Well it's none of my business--"

	"Got that right" Rocko looked at Harry "so unless you're planning
on taking me back to the station..."

	"But my guess is you were so hot to see the doc today just for
something like that" almost expecting the machine to beep its agreement.

	"Like what?"

	"You tell me Rocko?  You here for a damn toothache?"

	"Hell no!"

	"Okay then what?"

	"Like you said: none of your business."

	"Well now I'm making it my business" Harry's chest swelled several
inches, almost to the size of his belly.

	"That's between me'n the doc here.  Right doc?"

	"There is such a thing as patient doctor confidentiality" Kroos
added, almost convincing himself.

	"Well I cannot force you t'tell me shit" Harry's eyes kept
returning to the machine "but I can testify that you were very cooperative
and assisted the investigation..."

	"Fuck you!" Rocko stopped buttoning his shirt "is that it?  I
'cooperate' with you and let you do experiment with my dick with that damn
thing and you drop charges?  Is that it?"

	"Like I said, if you cooperate with the investigations, I can do
what I can to reduce your charges--"

	"What charges?"

	"Didn't the officer last night read you--"

	"Yeah yeah... I thought he was gonna run outa air before he could
go through the damn list.  Yeah I heard them.  So what are you tellin me?"

	"Well Rocko, unless you were so anxious to see the doc here about
your bad case of athlete's foot--"

	"Yuch gross!" from Jimmy before Billy punched him.

	"my suggestion to you is you continue with your exam today, the one
you two previously agreed to -- "

	"But!" from both Kroos and Rocko, with the later throwing in some
words usually unsuitable for the ears of youngsters like Billy and Jimmy.
But Billy was already digging through the drawers, looking for the rest of
the equipment to go with the console.

	"Doc, we got a problem" Billy opened the third then the fourth
drawer, everyone coming to the conclusion something was missing.

	"Billy do not bother looking.  I am sure the good officers"
glancing at Harry "were more sucessful, and less squeamish, with what you
are trying to find.  I expect all the probes and attachments are long
gone."

	"Well there are these" and Billy produced Klu Junior and Hank
Junior.

	"Damn!" from Rocko and Jimmy, identical in pitch even.

	"Doc what are you doing with goddamn dildoes?" from Rocko "for
cryin out loud doc!"

	"These won't work without the electrodes" Billy announced.  Like
Kroos needed to be reminded of the mechanics of the procedures.

	"What electrodes?" from Jimmy before Rocko could catch his breath
"what're you talkin about Herms?"

	"Doc y'wanna explain?"

	"Don't gotta tell me why the brave officers were afraid to touch
those two as well" from Rocko seeing the expression on Harry's face
"guessin where they've been--"

	"Billy is correct" Kroos took them from Billy's hands and placed
them in the drawer again.  As he did his eyes caught two perfectly good
probes Billy was ignoring for some reason "those were models, based on-- "

	"On who?" Jimmy looked at Billy "you?"

	"I wish!" Billy watched Kroos close the drawer "but I got my hunch
on one of them?"

	"Who was it?"

	"Forget it okay?"

	"One of the grown-ups came through here?  Those before or after?"

	"No, someone from school."

	"Who?"

	"Forget it okay?"

	"Is that what they use... y'know... to make the new dick from?"

	"Jimmy I do not know what Billy has been telling you" Kroos looked
to Harry for direction "but we do not create penile transplants or
extensions or anything of that sort."

	"No but you do fix guys who can't get it up" Rocko looked around
the room, settling on Harry last "right?"

	"Yeah right!" Jimmy cut off Harry by a half-second "like you got
that problem!  I saw you -- we all saw you -- last night, and you were
having no problem fuckin-- I mean in that department!"

	"Only because..." Rocko saw the alarm on Kroos' face "somebody -- a
chick I useta date -- she gave me some pills."

	"Like Viagra?" Harry cut off Jimmy this time.

	"Yeah, exactly like Viagra" Rocko assured Kroos "otherwise the doc
here woulda had one less dude t'deal with last night, right doc?"

	"Are you sure you want to discuss this in front of..." waving
around the room.

	"Fuck... like the Chief says... I'm just 'cooperatin with the
investigation' right?" throwing his shirt on the floor, surprised to see
Billy scoop it up and put it on a hanger "so yeah... me'n the doc here had
an appointment t'help me with this" grabbing himself through his pants "or
y'just wanna gimme a script for Viagra like the Chief says and we call it a
day."

	"That would be up to you" Kroos did not dare to look around.

	"That would be up to me" Harry cut in "technically speaking."

	"Actually I am still the physician here..."

	"Forget it doc.  Chief here's holding all the cards, right Chief?"

	"Only if you are voluntarily--"

	"Okay I'm 'voluntarily' agreeing to... what am I agreeing to doc?"

	"Well..." Kroos looked around the room "had none of this happened,
I would have suggested... yes... there is a probability these procedures
might be of some use in a case like yours."

	"NO!" Rocko jumped away fast "I'm not letting you cut my dick!  No
knives!  No surgery!"

	"That is not what the procedure involves" Kroos glared at Billy
then Jimmy "regardless of what rumors were circulating based on some
erroneous youthful imaginations."

	"Erroneous?  So you really can't make a dick bigger?" Jimmy wanted
to smash the machine right there and then "you mean it's all bullshit?"

	"It ain't bullshit!" Billy yelled "show him doc!  Show him!" and
Billy threw open the drawer and all but hit Kroos with the probe he knew
was half-hidden there all along.  He had wanted to protect Jimmy? Rocko?
Kroos?  from this final humiliation but now it was too late.  He saw Kroos
hold it up for everyone to see, hoping someone somehow would say something.
But only sound was a small quiet pop! escape from Jimmy's clenched
sphincter!