Gordon tinkered with the setting of his most recent project whilst trying not to be annoyed by Luke's squirming. His friend was fiddling with the hems of his boxers, looking for the exit to the science lab like he could make a run for it. Fat chances with Jason standing between him and the exit. Jason was sitting, naked, on one of the lab's stools. And unlike Luke, Jason was obviously comfortable with himself. (And as a hairy hunk with a nice fat cock, he had every reason to be.)
They'd been working on this set-up for two weeks now, and they had finally reached the testing phase.
Teacher Dick was lying down on one of the work tables, soft and mostly silent. The poor penis had been worked to exhaustion in order to unlock all the secrets of dicking, and well, for a couple of days now, Teacher Dick had more or less stopped talking. He made the odd noise here and there, moans for the most part. When left hard for a while, he might start begging, but otherwise, it was hard to remember Teacher Dick was more than just a very realistic dildo. To Gordon, it appears as if being dicked was so pleasurable that memories and concerns slipped away the more one came.
Jason had refused to let them test this theory with Tim and Derrick, citing his friendship with them. Foursomes weren't excluded though, so Gordon left it at that. If it still happened without pushing those two to the edge with regular orgasms, then all the better for his research.
"Look, huh, Gordon, are you sure-?"
Gordon grunted and hit his forehead against the sides of his dicking ray. "For the last time, Luke, you owe me. You swore you would do me one favor last year after I saved your ass, and I'm calling it now. I need human testing to progress. I checked my calculations over and over again, but now someone needs to be the first to try and you're it."
Jason smirked. "Hey, Luke, relax. I can promise you, everycock agrees, it's an amazing experience. I'll take real good care of you."
Luke failed at smiling back and just stuttered a quiet "R-right."
"Don't worry, we're pretty sure. And heck, I won't blame you if I end up your dick, okay?"
That idea at least sounded appealing to Luke, judging by the sudden flush of red that washed over his face. Right. The pang of pain in his chest wasn't jealousy. He wasn't jealous. Jason was just a very attractive and intelligent guy he fucked on the side to do research. He tuned out the rest of the discussion and finished the last tinkering for his dicking ray.
The machine had taken a good deal of engineering knowledge to complete, but it stood a head taller than him, mostly a pyramid base of wires and emitters, with a conal shaped antenna at the top to aim the 'ray'. Both guys were in their spot, in front of large white drapes meant to isolate and bounce off the electromagnedick waves on the subject. Luke's position meant that he'd be hit first and, if he had theorized correctly, be deconstructed and reconstructed in a nanosecond as a cock. The waves should then continue their trajectory and attach him to Jason, all before anyone could see past the initial flash.
Taking a deep breath, Gordon nodded to himself and turned the lever.
Over his head, the tip of the ray whirred as it came to life. The air filled with a faint rumbling noise. Luke cringed and shut his eyes close.
Light filled in the room. For a split second, Gordon couldn't see a thing.
And when he finally blinked away the dots, the only thing left on the experiment's first position was Luke's boxers. The black garments hung from the corner of the stool Luke had sat on, with its owner nowhere in sight. Gordon's heartbeat picked up in excitement. Had it worked? Holding in his breath, he turned to Jason, who hadn't moved an inch.
One eyebrow raised, Jason shrugged and looked down at his crotch. Idly, he tickled the underside of his ballsack and rubbed the tip of his dickhead. "Looks like my regular cock to me. What do you think?"
Gordon felt his groin warm up at the sight, but he forced himself to push the feeling aside. Kneeling, he leaned his head between Jason's legs and brought up a small flashlight. Methodically, he started to examine Jason's penis, measuring both width and length (still a thick eight inch cock). No change in curvature or even skin tone. With a little smirk, Gordon began layering kisses to the tip of the slowly hardening cock. Licked it over, drawing on previous memories to check for disparities. Same amount of pre, more or less. As stiff in the back of his throat. Didn't make his jaw ache more than usual, which was quite a bit considering. No, not even after Gordon had bobbed his head up and down and sucked and licked and moaned and choked on the sudden burst of cum did he notice a real difference. A little salty, a little sweet, no real change in composition.
"So?" Jason asked, breathless.
Gordon took a second to note the time it took for Jason to soften, then shook his head. "If he's become your cock, I don't see a difference. Hugo's dicking technology turns men into their own dicks, so I'm not sure if we just missed a step or if it's a complete failure."
"... What about Luke? What should we do next then?"
"Well, it just means we need to do more tests first," he declared, pulling down his pants and freeing his pent-up dick.