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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Two
I found myself a little exhausted, from all of today's brain sessions. I could have forgotten about eating dinner, if it hadn't been for mom's `family hour', and gone off to lay down on my bed.
My sister made her usual grand entrance at the supper table, sitting directly
across from me. She never said much of anything to me, ever since she started going through puberty; which was fine with me.
Mom was always the one to start a conversation at the dinner table, and tonight was no exception. She started quizzing my sister about her day and all the who's and what's that go along with being a parent. You see, my sister is getting ready to enter her senior year in high school; and both mom and dad are a bit concerned over the extraordinary amount of `boyfriends' which she seems to have amassed over the last two or three years.
Of course, my sister is the same as I was at her age. Always having to buck the parents when it came to them setting a certain time to be home, a set amount of time doing homework and things that parents always seem to have a knack of pissing their kids off about.
After about fifteen minutes of the `standard' grueling inquisition, my sister knew that it was time for her to just sit there in silence and let the words go in one ear and out the other.
Dad never said much of anything at the dinner table. He always seemed rather content and just relished in hearing the day's banter between mom and his children. I think it was due to the many dinners where he and my brother used to
get into some fairly heated discussions over slavery and the way slaves should be trained, used and punished. It was always mom who showed her supportive side towards just about everything my brother said; which sort of put dad in the minority.
Dad was all for teaching slaves properly, but he was also concerned with their wellbeing and things of that nature. There were those times, in the past, when mom and dad would come close to arguing at the dinner table. Dad had the more `humane' approach to slavery where mom had been more of a disciplinarian towards not only her children but to the two slaves which my parents had working for them.
I could easily see why mom seemed to support my brother in most of his endeavors; and even went, once or twice, to visit him while he trained those newly enslaved individuals.
Mom never mentioned what she saw or heard, but she never came back from one of those trips in anything but a good mood.
I was more like my dad, with respect to abiding to all the governing aspects of slaves in the country. In school, we learned how brutal some countries had been and some still are, towards their enslaved population.
The one thing that college didn't teach any of us was the reality of slavery, in that there were just some things better left unsaid; unless a student had the penchant desire to work, in some capacity with the nations large slave business. Such was my own case. Dad, for as long as I could remember seemed to have a desire towards the slave trade, but he wanted it to be done humanely and with dignity; thus his renowned reputation for all of the laws and guidelines which governed most, if not all, of the indentured humans in the country.
Mom started asking a whirlwind round of questions. Finally she got caught up on my day and began talking about tomorrow and the days and weeks beyond.
"I'm a bit concerned that I have to attend your physical exam tomorrow. I had planned on doing something else, but I suppose that your needs are important to the company so I don't want you to worry yourself about my presence", she said in a very non-descript way.
Dad responded to her statement before I had a chance to express myself. "Well
dear, Kevin is `our' son and the rules pertaining to tomorrow's procedures call for both parents to be in attendance. After all, it is a new process we are starting, not to mention the millions of dollars invested in the new machinery to perform physical exams of this nature."
"I understand, honey, it's just that I'm not so sure that Kevin will want me to see him being examined. I've read everything you've given me on the new machinery and I'm quite certain that once it is out in the field, used by all
processing plants that the indentured slaves will show a bigger return for the investment; not to mention the future of the `new breed' of slaves is at stake here. With the recent addition to the breeding laws, the machine will play a huge roll in assuring that the crop of highly developed slaves remains
sound."
My head went from my mother to my father; with me just about clueless as to what she was talking about. My father seemed to want to avoid a response and he succeeded.
"Kevin, I've seen your itinerary and I think it will be a grueling summer for you, and I don't want to find out that your neglecting such things as eating properly and getting enough rest. If my memory serves me, you'll be seeing your brother in about six weeks; that is, unless he is needed at another processing facility, but in either case, I'm going to call him and make sure that you are doing well.
I remember the last intern your father had at the company, and by the time he
finished his summer tour; the poor lad was a mess. They had to send him off for some kind of retreat, or was it one of those new `recycling centers' that he went to."
I knew what a recycling center was and all I could do was cringe at the thought of somebody having to be put through a place like that. Dad commented that the last intern wasn't sent to either place; but had been `relocated'.
Hell, I knew what that meant as well. Whoever was the last intern was now enslaved for doing something wrong, or for failure to follow his guidelines and itinerary. I didn't have a thing to worry about. I wasn't going to deviate from the schedule nor was I planning on doing something wrong; besides, my dad runs the company and I don't think anybody would want to come between a person like him and his son.
"Mom, I want to go tomorrow too. I don't see any reason why I can't go. I' ll be starting my senior year and then I'm going to be going to college just like Kevin and I'm thinking about working as an intern for dad too. So, I think it is only right that I get to go along", my sister said with an evil grin to her face.
"No, I don't think that Kevin needs his whole family around while he gets his physical", dad said in a rather stern voice.
`Well, dear, if our children are going to follow in your footsteps, then I don 't see what difference it makes whether she goes tomorrow or not. Is there really any sense in having her wait until she interns? I think it may just do her a world of good to get an early start. It might even help her with her grades and lessen the amount of time she's been spending with those boys she likes to hang around with all the time. Maybe it's time that she gets serious about her future", mom said in rebuttal to what my father just said.
I had no chance to voice my opinion. My parents were locked in a conversation
which I just knew was going to last for at least ten minutes.
When I looked over at my sister she had this look about her that told me that
she could hardly wait until tomorrow. I wondered if she knew something that I didn't; or in fact, had she and mom been having conversations all along.
"Kevin, just make sure you don't anything after midnight. You know how doctors always want patients starving before examinations these days. I'll have MoMo help you get ready first thing in the morning. I don't see any reason for me or your sister to ride in with you two men so early, but we'll be there in plenty of time", mom said; as she stood up and exited the dinning room.
I sat there, now alone, except for MoMo and JoJo, who were clearing the table. My sister had started yakking away on her cellphone the second she was out of her chair and dad had gone into the living room to watch some television show. I don't know where mom had gone off to, but she normally went outside and snuck in a cigarette, thinking that none of us ever knew that she smoked.
JoJo brought me a cup of coffee, while I pondered over the folder full of papers. I tried to understand the reasoning behind the schedule, but none of it made much sense to me. The only thing I could figure out was that there was a
need for me to be in certain places at certain times. Maybe, I could ask someone tomorrow.
Finally, I went upstairs to my room and began leafing through the two books that I'd been given. MoMo came in later on, with a cup of my favorite hot chocolate and asked if he might speak. I granted permission, and he didn't hesitate, "Master Kevin, I wished that I could say more but I am forbidden by your mother. I just want you to know that I've loved every minute of every day taking care of you. I just hope that your summer doesn't change you and that you return to us the same loving and caring person that I know you are. And, if I might also add, Master; I'll be arriving earlier in the morning to help prepare you for your day."
I laid the book down on my lap and looked up at MoMo, with a look of confidence; telling him that whatever he needed to do in the morning to help me get ready for work would be appreciated. MoMo backed out of my room, closing the door and left me to enjoy my cocoa.
I fell asleep, on top of my bed; still in my clothes.
MoMo's gentle nudging woke me up. I had no idea that it was already time to get up; and just by the absence of sun coming through any of the windows I knew that this had to be a mistake on his part.
"Master Kevin, time to get up and get Master ready for today. Master has a physical exam today and Master needs to be squeaky clean", MoMo said in more of
a `fatherly' tone of voice.
It wasn't until I swung my legs off the bed that I realized that I was still dressed; to which I started towards my bathroom for a shower.
"No Master Kevin, Sir. I need to help you but Master must come downstairs to where we prepare each day."
I gave MoMo a look of bewilderment and he just motioned for me to follow him.
The house, as large as it was, seemed rather mysterious today. Everybody else was still sleeping and there wasn't a sound coming anywhere.
By the time we'd gotten to the bottom of the staircase, I was awake enough to
understand that MoMo wanted me to go `downstairs' with him. I stopped dead in my tracks and waited until MoMo figured out that I wasn't right behind him.
"Please Master Kevin, if you do not allow me to help prepare you; your mother
will be furious with me and that could result in a severe punishment, Master."
I'd never, EV ER, been downstairs; where the two slaves lived. I had no idea what in the hell was down there and I wasn't really anxious to find out either.
However, not wanting MoMo to feel the wrath of my mother, I followed him down
into the basement.
It was really nice down there. It looked like a large apartment or condo. They had a small living area where there was a television set, two separate bedrooms and several closets that lined the corridor leading to what was the bathroom.
Once we both had reached the bathroom, I was surprised to discover just how large it was. There was very little in the way of personal things on the counter, such as colognes and/or perfumes. Just hair brushes, toothbrushes and toothpaste, and one stick of deodorant.
MoMo started to unbutton my shirt, which surprised me; and I quickly slapped his hands away. He quickly apologized but insisted that, at least for this one day, that he disrobe me.
I wasn't' ashamed of my body and the muscles that I'd worked so hard to obtain; but it had been awhile since MoMo had seen me in my `birthday suit'. I think that the two of us were just as embarrassed at my nakedness; but what surprised me even more was when MoMo removed his own clothes.
After adjusting the shower temperature, MoMo stepped under one of the two shower heads and beckoned me to join him.
At first it felt normal, just as if I was in the shower room at school; but I
hadn't expected MoMo to begin washing my body for me. The scent of the soap and the softness of the sponge seemed to be a pleasant way to start the day. To bad that I'd never even thought of having MoMo bath me all these years in the past.
I thrust my hips back, as his hands and the sponge reached my cock and balls;
but MoMo assured me that it was nothing sexual. Sexual or not, my cock began to harden and finally it became so hard that I almost wanted to jerk myself off.
When I pressed my hands on the wall and leaned forward, so that MoMo could wash between the crack of my ass; I almost shot my wad.
I was always quite sensitive when I washed myself back there but now with MoMo washing me, it seemed as if the intensity level of my sexual needs increased a hundred fold.
For eight long, difficult years; I've hidden a part of my life from everyone. I had even denied myself the opportunity to explore that which was hidden and now I found myself, for the very first time, feeling the closeness and comfort which one can receive from another man.
MoMo, very quietly ended the bathing and told me that I wasn't finished yet. He stepped out of the shower and came back with what looked to be a hot water
bottle with a rubber hose attached to it.
It didn't take long for me to hear and understand what MoMo said next.
I don't think that I'd ever had an enema and MoMo was now starting to fill my intestines with a warm solution of water and something else which he added to the red bag.
I soon found myself kneeling on the floor of the shower, as MoMo very carefully emptied the bag of solution into my butt. I began to complain of muscle cramps and MoMo quickly knelt beside me and started to massage my stomach.
As if his hands were magic, the cramps disappeared. A couple of minutes later
found me sitting on the toilet, expelling the solution and my morning turds.
Three more times, MoMo filled me up and three more times I purged into the toilet; before MoMo acclaimed success.
Another quick but complete rinse under the shower head and MoMo was satisfied
that he'd performed his task.
MoMo dried me off, and I was about to ask where me clothes were when he said very direct; "Master's clothes have been taken to get cleaned and fresh clothes await Master in Master's room."
Now, I thought to myself; `let me get this straight. I just had a shower and got my ass cleaned out and now I'm being told that I have to go all the way back to my room to get dressed. And, from where I was standing, does this also mean that JoJo had come into the bathroom while I was getting my guts filled with solution?'
I could have ordered MoMo to fetch my clean clothes, but since it was still early; I figured that everyone was still sleeping.
I gave MoMo one of my `disappointed' looks, as I brushed passed him; making my way back to my own room. MoMo was right behind me, every step of the way.
I could smell coffee, and I wanted a cup, as I briskly walked naked back up to my room. My bed was already straightened out and there were clothes laid atop the cover.
The clothes, which I thought I would wear today; were not what was on the bed. There was only a pair of beige shorts and a pullover shirt.
I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, but MoMo said that I probably wouldn't be wearing them once my examination began. With a sympathetic look on his face, MoMo held out his hands; anticipating that I would give him my undies.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked of him.
MoMo didn't say a word, but opted to simply nod his head; as I handed my undies to him.
To say that it was a strange feeling, not to wear undies, is an understatement.
After I had shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed; I along with MoMo made our way downstairs. Everyone was eating breakfast, and for a split second I forgot that I was to abstain from food, until after my exam. Talk about a hard thing to do... sit there while everyone else stuffs their face.
In the limo, the ride was rather quiet except for the few minutes dad went through, what sounded like a rehearsed commentary on my impending physical. It didn't sound all that `common' to me; but there was nothing I could do to prevent it, unless I wanted to withdraw myself from the intern program and seek
some other form of employment.
I felt so out of place, sitting in the waiting room of dad's office. I was the only one there who was in shorts, nipple tight shirt and flip flops. I got enough looks and stares from all those who came and went, to last a life time. Not a soul even bothered to say hello or anything like `good morning'.
No coffee, soda or even water was offered to me for the hour and a half that I sat there. I could only pass the time away by watching the large screen television; as it displayed only news pertaining to anything having to do with slave news from the day before. Some of it I found interesting, while other news seemed beyond the realm of comprehension.
Finally, a familiar face from yesterday. The lady, I actually forget her name, came into the reception area and directly over to me. "Hi, and a good morning to you", she said sounding rather overly cheerful. "I'm going to be conducting your physical this morning, so if you'll just follow me, we can get a lot of the preliminaries over before your father comes down."
Wait just a fucking minute, I said to myself. I don't remember that this lady is a doctor. I didn't recall being introduced to her in such a way. And now, this lady is going to be conducting my physical... A lady doctor? Just as I stood up, the door to dad's office opened and he came forward, greeting the lady, telling her to take extra special care of `my boy'.
"I'll be down in about twenty minutes. I think his mother and sister are already downstairs waiting for him", dad said to the lady, as he put a hand on my shoulder, gently coaxing me to follow her.
In the elevator, she pushed the last button on the panel; and the elevator sped to the basement floor.
The entire place looked like a miniature combination of a hospital and laboratory.
We walked passed several rooms that looked like perhaps a mad scientist worked in there; until we reached the end of the hall. I followed her into the room only to discover that mom and my dorky sister were there waiting on us.
I listened to the doctor, telling me what to expect but I was lost in the moment by the presence of a machine that looked like something you might see on the Discovery Channel.
"Ok, let's get you started", she said; bringing my thoughts back to the immediate future.
"We just need to do all the simple things like height and weight, so go ahead
and shuck your clothes and we'll get started", she so calmly said.
I stood there dumbfounded, until mom spoke up; "you heard what the doctor said Kevin, so get those clothes off. You know how your father has everything planned down to the last second in a minute. You sure don't want to start off on the wrong foot this summer, do you?" she said in a rather military sort of way.
All I could do was to look and feel like a school boy, as I pulled the shirt over my head and laid it on the chair next to me. I just knew that there was no escaping my predicament, but at least I prolonged it momentarily by easing my feet out of my flip flops, before I removed my shorts.
I covered my genitals immediately, hoping that mom and my sister wouldn't see
them; but I knew that my pubic hair was so thick and covered such a large area that it was impossible to hide all of it.
I moved over to the scale, where the doctor was waiting and stepped up. " Hands to the side and chest out", she said; as she began pushing buttons on the electronic scale machine. "One, seventy one" she proclaimed, as if my weight was within reason.
"Now I need you to close your eyes until I tell you to open them again", she
said rather seriously.
I followed her directions as she began talking again. "You see Kevin, we are gathering information about you by using high resolution lasers to measure certain areas of your body, including your current height. I wouldn't want one of those lasers to cross in front of your eyes while the measurements are in progress. This is only the third or fourth time we've used this new equipment
and it has proven to save time, money and most importantly it lessens the amount of staff needed to do such physical examinations."
I couldn't even hear a machine running but knew better than to ask a question at this juncture. All I could think about was the machine measuring such things as my cock and balls and butt cheeks; all while my sister and mother sat observing the process.
A couple minutes later and the doctor spoke again, "now you can open your eyes and I need you to turn around so we can get the measurements on your backside."
Now I was really getting nervous. It was bad enough standing there exposing my naked butt to my mother and sister, but now the doctor expected me to face the other way.
" For this next part of your scan, I need you to put your hands on top of your head and spread your legs just a little for me if you would please", she rather asked nicely this time.
I hadn't even turned around yet and I was already turning crimson red from embarrassment; when the doctor added. "I know how you must feel, but we're almost done. And if you'd like you can look into the mirror on the opposite wall
and you'll actually be able to see the laser working, scanning your body."
I turned around slowly, now with my hands once again covering my most intimate parts. I saw the mirror, and I saw my mom and sister sitting off to the side. The worst that could happen would be that they saw my cock and balls from the side, from where they sat; but it was still going to be a situation that I didn't want to endure.
"Hurry up Kevin", my sister shouted. You've got nothing I haven't already seen."
That statement got my sister the `stare of death' from mom; for which I found a bit of comfort in.
I hadn't moved my hands yet, and in walks dad. "Come now son, you're a man now and I'm sure that you've nothing to be ashamed of", dad said in a fatherly sort of way. "You are only experiencing what slaves will soon be experiencing and you'll be seeing lots of such examinations over the summer; so come now and follow the doctor's instructions. Time is something which not ought to be wasted."
By now dad was standing directly in front of me, grabbing both of my hands and placing them on top of my head. I felt so, so, so degraded.
"Now let's see about getting those feet spread out some", dad said as if talking to a third person.
Dad leaned down and began pushing my legs apart and I quickly adjusted myself to the changing width between my feet. My cock was bouncing over the top of his head, mussing up some oh his hair; but at this point I didn't' give a crap.
Once dad had moved to the side, I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified to see how my cock and balls dangled freely for anyone to see. I heard a scuffing noise coming from the direction of my mother and by looking in the
mirror I could see that my sister was moving her chair more towards the front, apparently wanting to humiliate me further.
"Would you be so kind as to hand me that small cup of medicine and the water over there on the counter", the doctor lady asked of my sister. "no ... there...
next to the computer"...
Sis handed the two cups to the doctor, who in turn handed me the one with red
liquid in it. "This is for your next segment of tests. It taste like cherry soda."
I swigged it down, although it wasn't but about three ounces and then chased it down with a full glass of water.
"OK then", said the doctor, "while the medicine starts to work...let's finish up here. Now this might seem to feel a bit strange but it wouldn't hurt", as she began fastening something what seemed to be made of plastic around my waist.
By looking at the mirror I got some idea, but not much, of what was going on.
The next thing I see in her hands in something that looks like a giant pair of clear plastic tongs; which she fastened to the plastic belt around my waist, behind me.
Dad moved back beside the doctor, as I heard him say, "That's okay, let me do it this time. He is my son, after all."
The next feeling I get is that these plastic tongs are spreading my butt cheeks apart slowly, exposing my rosebud.
"I could only wish that all the men are virgins like this", the doctor said; but was quickly rebuked by my father.
"Sorry Sir, I meant no disrespect of the boy Sir", the doctor apologized. " But one must understand that out in the real world, there are rectums not as pristine."
"Yes, I'm aware of that, but my son needn't concern himself now, with such things as male to male couplings", dad said rather quietly.
"But dad, some of Kevin's old school buddies are gay. Don't you think Kevin should know about boys humping boys, and men humping boys", my sister said without due regard to either of my parents.
Dad remained indifferent to her statement, but mom, well she on the other hand ... effectively sent my sister reeling off the chair after she'd just gotten a healthy slap in the face. Oh, how I wanted to smile and make a snide remark.
"Okay now", started the doctor, "let's finish this up as quick as we can. Don't forget that you can watch in the mirror if you so choose. Your eyes won' t be in harms way, this time".
Dad and the doctor stepped away as she pushed several more buttons on the pedestal behind me. It was kind of interesting, just knowing that technology had
progressed to the point where a laser can measure anything on your body that is needed to be measured.
It was over before I knew it and dad removed both plastic things from my body. My sister was still rubbing the side of her face, and a few tears seemed to have dried on her cheek bone. I quickly covered myself again, as if thinking it would lessen the humiliation.
I turned around and noticed that the doctor was removing a computer disc from
the rear of the pedestal control and then watched as she placed the disc into her computer.
As if she cared little or nothing about me, she banged away on her keyboard for a minute or two and then her computer screen came to life. Everybody, except me, watched that screen. It was a digital imagine of every inch of my body and some of it wasn't something that I'd want to show to my friends, let alone family members. I could see numbers flashing, colors changing and mixing with other colors as the doctor kept typing codes into the computer.
It too, was over in a matter of a couple of minutes and the doctor seemed pleased with the initial outcome of the first procedure.
"Well done", she said, as she came over to me. "Just one more machine and you 're done with me for today.
Well fuck... the only other machine in the room was this thing that looked as if it was made in outer space.
"So let's get you started", the lady doctor said with conviction. "You see Kevin, not only did the first machine measure you but it also allows this machine to know your measurements as well. You might say that the two machines talk to each other. So hope up here on this table and let me get you all strapped in for the ride."
RIDE... WHAT FUCKING RIDE? Were the only words my brain was speaking to me.
"Don't you worry young man, this last part of the examination only takes eleven minutes and it really isn't that uncomfortable", the doctor said, as if I was just a kid.
Before I realized it, she was strapping both of my arms down, had placed a wide leather strap over my forehead and two additional straps over my chest and hip bone.
"The machine will be performing one hundred percent of the test, but there are one or two things which I must assist the machine with", but I don't want you to worry one tiny bit", the doctor said with more of a sadistic tone.
My eyes were locked onto the faces of my parents and my sister; who had all now gathered around me, and it wasn't until a moment later that I realized that my cock and balls were displayed within three feet of them.
The doctor said something to my father and as if on a signal, my legs were placed into some things that looked like hard plastic troughs of some kind, and
secured with even wider and thicker leather straps.
The doctor pushed buttons, lots of buttons on the side of this machine; bringing it to life.
"The machine is much like those in hospitals, that scan a person's body. But
this machine has such features which will enable us or any processing plant to obtain required and important samples of a slave... not that you are a slave.. but you know what I mean", the bitch doctor touted her authority over my defenseless body.
The table slowly began to ease into the chamber of the machine. I could easily tell that the inside of the machine was kept in total darkness. There was a warm gentle flow of air moving from one end to the other; which momentarily made me feel as if I was on a beach, naked. I couldn't see to far back towards my ass, but I could see the doctor and the members of my family all moving closer, inch by inch as my body moved further into this machine.
Suddenly the table stopped all forward progress and a small light came on just in front of my head. Then a panel in the tunnel slid open and exposed a small television screen.
"Don't worry about a thing. Everything is fine", the doctor said. "We just want to give you the experience of seeing what is happening during your exam.
Normally a slave would not be allowed to see this, but since you're not a slave and your family is here to witness the exam we all thought you might enjoy knowing how all of this come together to give us or a slave processing firm very important information."
More small panels open up and what look to be robotic arms come out and place
themselves on my chest. "They are just tracking your heart rate and your breathing", came her voice once again. I couldn't help but to notice that the two arms were covering both of my nipples. The combination of the warm air and having something stuck to my nipples seemed to elicit a small moan of pleasure from within my soul.
"Now Kevin, just keep your eyes on the monitor above your head. There is one or two things that I must do that the machine is yet capable of doing; but neither of the two are painful", the doctor said with childish mannerisms.
"The first thing I need to do is to collect a sterile urine sample. You might
feel a little pressure inside your penis but there's nothing to worry about"
I looked into the monitor and saw the doctor picking up my dick and inserting
what looked like a greasy rubber hose. There was a short but not to painful feeling, when the hose broke into my bladder, after which I could see a great
deal of piss flowing through a clear plastic hose.
"There now, that wasn't to bad was it?" the doctor asked, knowing damn well that I couldn't answer her.
"We're going to leave the hose up your cock.. I mean penis ... until the machine has finished the scan; but while the machine is scanning, it will also automatically do an internal scan, exam and massage of your prostate gland. You do know what that is don't' you Kevin."
I'm guessing that she had left her microphone open, as I plainly heard her telling my sister... "no the hose in Kevin's penis is a size 30... which is the largest catheter available for male humans. Anything larger than that would cause him to have to permanently urinate through a hose for the rest of his life."
There was some more sounds coming from the machine, as it began its scan of my body. I wanted to close my eyes, but the thought of having a robot probe my ass was something which put an enormous amount of fear into my body.
Now, I wasn't sure if the doctor was talking to me or to my family; as I felt
the first wave of cold steel making contact with my rectum. She was actually
telling them every small detail of what the machine was going to be doing inside my ass.
I began to feel as if there were small prickly sensations coming from the two
robot arms on my nipples. These sensations combined with the anal probe were
causing me to have strange, yet pleasant thoughts.
The probe appeared to be no larger in diameter than my own index finger; which admittedly had found its way up my hole once or twice, while I jerked off in the shower at school.
The sound of yet another panel opening up caught my attention; as this sinister robotic arm came towards my arm.
"Now, now, let's keep that blood pressure under control in there", chimed in the doctor. Everything is going to be just fine. The machine is just going to collect a small sample of your blood; and it will even have it processed by the time your exam is over."
Indeed, there was nothing to fear; as the machine collected what blood it needed for testing. That part was over in less than a minute.
The tingling on my nipples and the probe in my butt seemed to stop in unison, as the doctor said to me, "just one more test and sample and you're all done, for today.
I watched the monitor as the doctor pulled the catheter out of my dick, and I
think it hurt worse coming out that when it went in.
Then I heard her talking to my family again, "Do you want me to do it, or would one of you prefer to do it".
I could hear my sister pleading with my mother, "Oh mom, please oh pretty please, can I do it. Afterall, like daddy always says... we are family and we shouldn't have any secrets amongst us."
I had to assume that my mother, as such she was, agreed to let my sister `do it'.
I watched, as the doctor lathered my shaft with clear grease; as another part of the machine came to life.
Then to my horror, I saw my sister's hand sliding some metallic looking tube over my cock. I was petrified, as I continued to see her holding onto to this
diabolical instrument of death. I could only think that they were getting ready to cut my dick off. I was so scared that I couldn't even protest no matter how hard I tried.
Shortly, it all became all to clear. The metal tube was pulled against my hairs, sealing itself to my skin. It instantly began a pulsating and thrusting motion. In like manner, the probe in my ass began to massage and palpitate my prostate; the two robotic hands on my nipples began sending tickling sensations throughout my chest and stomach. I was getting `milked'.
After several minutes, I was in a blissful state of mind; as the machine and its integrated parts worked to bring me to an orgasm.
I let go with an ear splitting scream as what seemed (felt like) pint after pint of cum was elicited from my body. It was the most protracted orgasm I'd ever had.
Soon, the doctor's voice came rumbling through the speakers by my head; " well, your physical exam is all done. Just like I said, eleven minutes to the second."
The tingly sensation in my nipples was gone, the probe fell dormant and there
didn't' seem to be any movement on the metal sleeve covering my dick.
"Good son, you've done real good", dad said into the intercom.
Then the voice of the doctor reverberated in the tunnel saying, "while the machine processes your samples, I'm just going to leave you there for awhile. Although your physical examination is complete, your mother and father desire to see if you can in fact produce any more sperm samples, which may or may not be kept frozen and used in future programs throughout the country."
I yelled, `DAD NO DAD!" but to no avail.
The metal tube came to life, as did the anal probe.
"Not to worry big brother, I'm staying right here with you while them guys all go out for a coffee", said my sister with a gut wrenching laugh.
Left inside this machine, for who knows how long? What if something goes wrong? What if I need immediate help? What lesson am I to learn from this? Is this not a waste of time?
Those questions and more filled my head, as I looked into the monitor to see my sister's hand surround my scrotum.
To Be Continued...
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