Hugo dropped the bag of dicked men in a corner of his lab. There would be time to sort through his new lot later. In the meantime, they could enjoy their moment of pure lust stuck inside a dark clothed space, unable to see anything. Should be a familiar feeling for penises.
The lab's lights flickered on by themselves and revealed his workspace still untouched. His previous lot of cocks floated in their tanks, the liquid cloudy with the result of their pleasure. At his desk, the monitors beeped red, indicating a new message or transmission. Confident that it wasn't his superiors, Hugo took a second to double check the other specimens. Batch 21-27 remained exactly where he'd left them, in a neat row with a good view of the laboratory and the experimental machines at work pumping Model #2 and #3. The sight still pleased Hugo. As it did them, he noted with some amusement as he touched the puddle of cum dripping from some of their cock slits.
However, when he reached the end of that line, Hugo frowned. Matthew remained stiff and unmoving, but there was little sign that he'd been as aroused as the others. Surely, a virgin would cum much more quickly. Had he fallen asleep? Or was he too scared to cum at all?
There had to be a reason.
"As you must have noticed, two of the models from your lot are gone," he said, observing their reactions. The smallest, at five inches, twitched, his balls looking ready to burst. Matthew, by contrast, had no visible reaction.
Affecting the part of the cold, detached scientist, Hugo made sure to keep his expression neutral and his voice even. There could always be more testing to be done. Every time a dicked man came, his reluctance to his reduced state would weaken. The bursts of sheer ecstasy were incomparable. Or so Mint told him. Without ceremony, he picked the smaller model for a round in the milker.
Seed splattered over Hugo's wrist.
The tanks' bubbling seemed to be the only noise. The other dicks all looked so stiff in comparison.
There was no need to speak. They already understood. He could feel the blood pulsing in that shaft, the frantic attempts at moving. That small dick was probably screaming inside his dickhead. Pleading. Begging for mercy.
Hugo shoved him inside the cock cage, tightened it, and closed the lid. Complete sensory deprivation should teach that dick not to waste his chances at providing valuable insight.
Once he had substituted the five incher for the nine incher in the milker, Hugo sat down before his computer. The notification was from his latest experiment. He hummed to himself as he read from the thought monitor he'd installed as part of the GPS chip in both the dehumanized cocks. So far, it was a steady stream of panicked declarations, hard for the computer to translate into concrete sentences rather than impressions.
'Can't be real I'm gonna wake up not a penis oh that rubbing nice he will notice not a penis please it's a nightmare can't be real please God anyone I can't be stuck hard rubbing hard hmmm wait no oh please again rub me more Elliot has to realize someone will what did I do to deserve this Bruce will ask Hugo change me back Danny wasn't stop moving Elliot help me anyone please wanna cum please help me cum no no help me change me back' And so on and so on from his first attempt at an unaware merge with Elliot.
He really ought to find an appropriate label for that test subject. He still had not bothered looking up which of the penalized cheaters he had attached to some guys. He had no intention of using their names anyway. Not that absurd numerical game either. He used them interchangeably with the seven cocks to emphasize that they truly had no identity, but Hugo still had to file the information under some title...
Elliot's cock. There. Simple. Accurate.
Hugo typed a few more lines, then saved the stream of information into some document on his computer. He'd send the report when Elliot's cock started to think like a real cock and stopped the self-pity.
As for Kyle's new dick, the information was slower to arrive. Kyle's levels of intoxication at the time had been so high he had not needed a homan knock-out pill. Kyle had been lying unconscious in his car, and Hugo had simply climbed inside, pretending to give the man a blowjob whilst he attached another dehumanized penis to a stranger. The levels of alcohol in his blood stream could have affected Kyle's dick processing. Curious, Hugo pulled up the transmission.
'So hot fuck I can't believe I'm just a cock fuck it's amazing so hard balls hurt so hard I want to fuck come on use me Kyle fuck oooh rub me tasting pre you know you want to I'm a hard cock boxers on my dickhead fuck someone what is my name again dick your hand is there fuck that guy find me a hole I want to fuck I'm your cock dude you want to fuck I'm a dick it's permanent so hot are you gonna yes about time yes make me cum fuck harder'
Hugo smiled incredulously. Truly? He had known that this particular dick found his depowered state arousing - being the cock to cum just from being told of his new reality -, but to immediately accept his new state of being? Either he had found a fetish or Mint's subliminal messages had begun taking a toll. Plus, if he was reading correctly, Kyle's new dick was so horny he had influenced Kyle into some sexual foreplay. Excellent.
Hugo saved that information and sent a copy to his superiors. They would, of course, ask that the results be replicated. Science demanded confirmation through systematic success. With about twelve new cocks from just the latest frat party, he definitely had enough supplies to test the many variables of this acceptance.
Except. Hugo turned around to stare at the shelf. Matthew still hadn't cum in any circumstance except those of external stimulation. He displayed no enthusiasm, visible or otherwise. For such a large cock, the contrast between himself and say, Jacob or Bruce, was irritating. With such a mammoth cock like this, there should be a natural acceptance of his dickhood. Hmm, perhaps Matthew was still too attached to his humanity, due to his previous lack of sexual experience preventing him from abandoning himself to pleasure.
He should find some way to further the dehumanization process with the 21-27 lot then. Attaching them to human males had worked well so far. Matthew being as long and thick as he was would make a very tempting cock to choose for a replacement...
Oh, this might just have given him an idea.