Ken was having a great dream. He was fucking the entire cheer leading
squad, as his football team mates watched in admiration at his sexual
process. Then the dream changed. The football players and
cheerleaders turned in awe to the silhouette of the man entering the
locker room. As the outer door swung shut, Ken recognized his kid
brother Tommy. Tommy stood there in his lab coat. He let released the
one button restraining it, and it hung open to reveal his nakedness
underneath. His cock was incredibly huge. In his dream state, Ken
thought Tommy had had a growth spurt. Tommy's formerly flabby hairless
torso was different too. His pecs were well-developed and hairy, and
his abs were a real six pack.
"Hey, bro, can your brother get some action here?" Tommy asked.
"Sure thing, Tommy," Ken said pulling his cock out of a blonde
cheerleader.
"Cool. Then bend over."
"Right, I know the drill, bend over and grab my ankles," Ken answered
obediently assuming that stance.
Then he felt the pain of being penetrated. He writhed in pain, but
something held him still. He was breathing heavily.
Ken opened his eyes. He was in a windowless hospital room. His legs
were raised up and spread apart by a pulley system suspended from over
the bed. His arms, thighs, waist, chest, neck and head were all
strapped in place by 2" leather straps. He could see the top of a
man's head between his legs, and could feel the man's arm buried deep
in his bowels. He watched as the little collecting bottle attached to
his penis filled with white liquid.
"Size of a grape," said Tommy's voice triumphantly, as he pulled his
arm out and stood up.
"Yes, sir, size of a grape. You know, Tom, the report would probably
be more accurate if you gave the dimensions in mm or something," said
the male nurse with a clipboard.
"Okay, after walnut size yesterday enter diameter 7.5 inch - 175 mm,
and after grape today enter 80 mm. Approximately a 50% reduction in
size. Now the question is will tomorrow's be 40 mm or zero or
something else."
Ken moaned, "Say, bro, try to be a little gentler, I was sleeping. And
can you unstrap me. I need to use the john."
"Ah, your nurse Alfonse will get your catheter back in you, so you can
piss. If you need to do number 2, he can help you with that. We can't
have you scratching yourself or making any sudden movements, so you've
got to say strapped in. Besides you'll be sleepy after your next
series of injections, and we wouldn't want you falling out of bed, now
would we?"
"Series of injections?"
"Yes, you remember the experiment."
"But you only gave me one injection - no wait, yeah there were three.
Elbow, butt and thigh," he yawned.
"I thought there were seven?" Alfonse asked.
"There are he fell asleep before we finished. He probably will again,"
Tommy said.
"Uh, Dr. Winkler told me to change the order of the injection this
time though," Alfonse said hesitantly.
"Oh, I'm not surprised. I suggested it, and of course, with the
subject restrained direct injections into the scrotum and penis will
be easier."
"You're going to inject my cock and balls?" roared Ken.
"Already did it once, Bro, and already did the measurements of your
urethra too. You slept through all that. This time you get to be
awake. You're not due for your shots for another hour, so there's
plenty of time for Alfonse to give you a sitz bath. Got to check on
other subjects, but I'll be back with my syringe to see you off to
slumberland, Ken."
"Wait, I don't want any more shots. And what the fuck is a sitz bath?"
The door closed behind him, and the nurse roughly grabbed Ken's cock.
"Yeow! Watch it."
"I am didn't spill a drop. Now we'll plug your catheter back in."
"Can't I just use the bathroom?"
"You heard the doctor, catheter it is. Then your bath."
"Well, if I can take a bath, why can't I use the toilet?" he asked.
"Haha, cause you ain't leaving that bed. I'm giving you a sponge
bath, right after I shove this in."
"YEOW! Could you be a bit more gentle that's my dick you're jabbing
with that thing."
"I am being gentle."
"I'd hate to see what you consider rough."
"Keep up this attitude, bro, and you'll see."
"Hey, don't call me bro," Ken snapped back.
"Oh, it's okay for you to call people bro, but it's not okay to be
called bro. Or is it only doctors get called bro, and we unworthy
peons have to call ya massuh?"
"No. Tommy's my brother, that's why I call him bro, and he isn't a
doctor. He's only a grad student. And I'm beginning to rethink this
whole experiment thing, I want to quit."
"Well, I didn't realize you were really his bro, sorry for taking
offense, but you do seem a bit uptight."
"You'd be uptight if you were naked, immobilized and just had some
guy's arm up your ass."
"Your brother's arm," the nurse reminded him as he began to apply a
wet sponge to Ken's chest.
"Hey, what's wrong. My chest hairs coming off and sticking to you
sponge!" exclaimed Ken.
"You're this upset by a few chest hairs, I hate to think how you'll
react when I wipe your pubes away. It says you're going on a
respirator later anyway, so I just hook it up early, then I won't have
to hear you complain. Doctors' relatives always want special
treatment."
"He's not a doctor!"
"Well, doctoral students are called doctor at his research center,
even if they're still students. Besides, you're getting well paid.
$1000 a week, and you're signed up for a 5 year study. I'd've signed
up for it myself, but being essentially an object most of that time
just freaks me out."
"Object? What do you mean object? And what's this about 5 years?
Tommy never said anything about 5 years."
The nurse wheeled over the respirator equipment. Then opened his file
and showed him the authorization pages.
"This your signature?"
"Yeah, but I just signed where I was told to sign."
"Well, this one you agreed to be inanimated as part of the study. It's
not that cryo-shit. You're going to be transformed from flesh and
blood to rubber and metal. You'll still be conscious, but you'll
essentially be a mannequin. The idea is that prisoners treated this
way won't need to eat, drink or breathe, and can be stowed for their
sentences. The other use if for astronauts, so they can go on several
year journeys with minimal supplies. The big concern is how will the
subject react when reanimated in five years, and if he can reanimated
after that long or longer. So far the longest inanimation before
reanimation's been 5 days."
"Wai-gggah!" gagged the restrained subject as the tube was shoved down
his throat.
"That's better," Alfonse said as he started to scrub Ken's body hair
away. He began to whistle while he worked. He paused and commented,
"I've got a brother-in-law I wouldn't mind seeing as one of these test
subjects. Maybe I can get him to sign without reading too."