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Jakob fidgeted in front of the small clinic, double checking the address on the small slip of paper he held just to confirm that he had made it to the correct place. 

He had seen the advertisement on his campus and had ended up taking the risk out of desperation. 

His friends constantly bragged about what an easy cash-grab being a volunteer in a medical study was. Half the time, you didn’t even end up in the experimental group. You got paid for doing absolutely nothing without the risk of taking any weird medicine or being poked and prodded. 

It sounded too good to be true, but Jakob was running out of options and he needed quick money.

So he took a deep breath to steel his nerves and pushed through the glass doors. 

“Collagen: human stress response to cosmetic procedures and rates of success,” had been the title of the study. 

Jakob didn’t completely understand what they were talking about but it sounded interesting and, like all his friends bragged about, he would probably end up in the control group anyway. 

The lobby was clinical white and grey with a stretch of seating across the left side. The line of reception desks was blocked off from the rest of the room by a hanging bar of plastic as a sneeze guard. It was all lit starkly, harsh white fluorescent bulbs scattered across the ceiling, and Jakob was nervous when he didn’t immediately see anyone in the area. 

And then the door behind the receptionist desks cracked open and a man in medical scrubs stepped through. 

He wore a mask that obscured most of his face, and he was so busy flipping through a clipboard that he didn’t notice Jakob right away.

Jakob had to take a step up, awkwardly clearing his throat. 

The man looked up, eyebrows shooting up as if he was surprised to see that Jakob was even there. 

“Uh . . . hello?” Jakob offered. 

The man glanced around, as if looking for someone for help or an explanation. And then he seemed to remember himself, clearing his throat and stepping up to the plastic that separated him and Jakob. He pinched the fabric of the mask at his chin, pulling it down so he could smile warmly at Jakob, as if he knew the mask inherently removed a human aspect. 

Seeing the man’s full face put Jakob at ease. 

“Hi,” he said, relaxing into the interaction a bit more. He held up the piece of paper, letting the man see what it was advertising. “I think I’m at the right place?” 

The man’s eyes flicked over the writing, and then his smile widened. 

“Yes, yes!” he said, suddenly even more enthusiastic about Jakob’s presence. “You’re definitely at the right place.” 

He nearly tossed the clipboard aside, quickly stepping to the door that separated the reception area from the rest of the lobby. He kept his eyes locked on Jakob’s, as if he would disappear the moment he looked away. 

Jakob kept up his awkward smile, still a little stiff and even more so when the man pressed a hand to the small of his back, directing him towards a pair of swinging double doors that led further into the clinic. He clung to his sheet of paper, like his last lifeline to the outside as the man pushed through the doors. 

Jakob couldn’t help but glance backwards, catching one last glimpse of sunlight before the doors swung shut and he was cut off. 

“So, um.” His voice cracked, and Jakob coughed, embarrassed by his body’s awkwardness. “Do you have a lot of volunteers so far?” 

The man was nodding before Jakob even finished the question. 

“Oh, plenty ,” he said. “In fact, we were looking for just one more person so the team will be so happy to see you.” 

Jakob blushed at the enthusiasm. He never imagined the researchers would be excited to hear from him, but he guessed they were looking for volunteers, so anyone responding to their adverts was positive. 

The man led the way, keeping his hand firmly in the small of Jakob’s back. Even the lightest touch was able to steer him, directing him through doors and around turns, finally arriving at a small exam room with a paper covered bed, a pair of chairs, and a desk with a computer for paperwork. 

The man didn’t remove his hand from Jakob’s back until the door clicked shut behind them, and then he gestured for Jakob to take one of the seats. 

“There’s just a little paperwork,” he explained, taking the rolling chair and pulling up to the desk. “Basic information and stuff.” 

Jakob eased himself down, accepting the clipboard that the man pushed towards him and then clicking open the pen. 

He had never done a medical study before, but the questions all seemed standard. He wrote down his name and address, basic information about his lifestyle and level of exercise and diet. 

And then his questions dipped into more personal prying. 

“How often do you masturbate?” the man asked as Jakob blushed and squirmed. 

He couldn’t think of an excuse not to answer, so he stared down at his shoes and fiddled with the hem of his ratty t-shirt. 

“Um, t-two . . . maybe three times a week,” he offered. That was a lie. Jakob jerked off as much as he could, anytime he had a free moment, but it felt too embarrassing to admit that. 

The man, at least, accepted that answer anyway, jotting it down with the rest of his information without giving Jakob a second look. 

“And when you do cum,” he continued. “What would you say is the average amount of ejaculate? The volume?” 

Jakob had never even considered something like that, and his blush burned hotly across his cheeks. 

“Um, j-just average,” he said. What was average? He didn’t know. “You know. . . the normal amount.” 

The man just hummed in consideration and made a mark on the chart he was filling out. He then leaned back in his chair, rummaging through a cupboard and pulling out a paper cup. There was a nozzle in the wall that promised filtered water, and he filled it to the brim, pushing it across the vinyl counter. He caught Jakob’s eye, and for the first time, Jakob registered something darker behind his look. 

He shivered but accepted the cup, trying to ignore the shakiness in his hand as he brought it to his lips. 

But it tasted like nothing, just cool and refreshing across his tongue and soothing his throat where it had started to close up due to nerves. He let himself close his eyes, tipping his head back as he drained the cup, catching the last few drops before swallowing and setting it aside. 

“What comes next?” he asked. 

The man just gave him a smug look. 

“You don’t need to worry about that anymore,” he said. 

And everything went black.

~~~~~~

Jakob woke up groggy and incoherent, his mouth sapped dry and all his limbs heavy. He groaned, squinting his eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights that were humming overhead before trying to raise his arms to wipe the crust he could feel in the corners of his eyes. 

His arm twitched, but something heavy and padded kept it pinned firmly by his side. 

And then a flood of panic swept through Jakob’s body. 

He snapped awake, trying to jerk upright and gagging himself on the tall leather collar wrapped around his neck, keeping his head pinned back against the exam table with a short length of rope.

He clawed at the armrests, twisting his hips and trying to pull his ankles out of the matching restraints around his ankles. 

He was completely naked, legs spread wide by two articulated arms of the exam table. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and his legs were spread so wide that it only took a couple moments of struggling before an ache settled in, and Jakob had to abort his efforts, collapsing back on the table still panting hard. 

He remembered signing himself up for a scientific study. He remembered going to the clinic. He remembered the short in-take questionnaire. 

He remembered drinking the cup of water that he had been offered. 

Before he had the chance to comb deeper through his blurry memories, the handle on the room’s door was turning, and Jakob’s breath caught in his throat as another man, this one dressed in a professional white lab coat and plain scrubs underneath, entered the room. 

He greeted Jakob with a warm smile, tucking his clipboard under his arm as he took a couple pumps of hand sanitizer from the dispenser hanging on the wall and scrubbing it roughly into his hands. 

Jakob’s nose prickled with the sharp alcoholic scent of it, and his heart slammed faster inside of his chest. He squirmed on the table, hyper-aware of his own nakedness in contrast to the . . . doctor’s? Jakob had a sneaking suspicion that no one here was a professional. 

“What . . . what’s going on?” he asked, his voice croaking in his throat. “Who are you?! What are you going to do to me?!” 

The doctor just laughed, setting the clipboard on the open countertop and pulling the rolling chair closer to the bedside. 

“Now that’s a lot of questions right away, young man,” he said, hitting some control button that lowered the bed down until it was more accessible from a sitting position. “Why don’t we start with introductions. My name is Dr. Hess.” 

Jakob swallowed hard, blushing when he realized that Dr. Hess was openly studying his naked cock. He squirmed, wishing he could pull his legs together under the scrutiny. 

“What . . .” Jakob’s voice was small, almost a whisper. “What did I sign up for?” 

And Dr. Hess just laughed again. “You college boys,” he said, rolling the chair to the foot of the bed and then using his heels to pull himself between Jakob’s legs. “Think you’re invincible. So cocky and sure of yourselves.” 

His hand settled on the inside of Jakob’s knee, and Jakob’s breath caught in his throat, a chill of horror racing up his spine. He held his breath as Dr. Hess’s hand slid upward, gently squeezing the inside of Jakob’s thigh before settling dangerously close to where his limp cock and balls rested between his legs. 

“And you never read anything before signing it,” Dr. Hess finished. 

Jakob wanted to argue that he had read the contract, he just hadn’t understood a lot of the medical jargon. It had been easy money, and it had never once crossed his mind that it might be for something far more sinister. 

“Don’t worry, young man,” Dr. Hess said with a warm smile. “I’m going to take good care of you.” 

His first touch to Jakob’s cock made him gasp and then whimper, his hips jerking on the bed as he tried to pull away from Dr. Hess’s touch. 

It felt weird to have someone else touch his cock. Jakob had only ever jerked himself off and his first couple semesters experimenting in college had resulted in heavy make out sessions and over-the-clothes petting but nothing that had progressed to the point where he’d have a chance to lose his virginity. 

And having someone manipulate his cock in such a non-sexual setting, in the clinical space of the medical office, made it even worse. 

Jakob cringed at Dr. Hess’s touch, screwing his eyes shut when his foreskin was peeled back and Dr. Hess circled a finger around the winking hole of his urethra. He tried to fight it, but it was the type of touch that made blood swell to his cock no matter how hard he tried to hold himself back.

Jakob’s body betrayed him. 

Blood pooled lower in his body, and to Jakob’s horror, his cock started to harden. It plumped up in the doctor’s hands, filling out the last few inches until the foreskin slipped over the throbbing head, leaving him completely exposed. 

“F-fuck,” he gasped, hating that his voice was shaky and breathless. Like something he would hear in a porno. “Wh-What--?” 

He slumped his head back with a defeated moan, biting his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes shut as if he could teleport himself out of the situation if he tried hard enough. 

“Ah, ah,” Dr. Hess said, flicking his thumb across Jakob’s hypersensitive urethra and making his eyes fly open with a squeal. “I can’t have you blacking out on me now.” 

Jakob grunted, shaking his head in protest, forcing his eyes to return to the spot between his legs. He didn’t want to watch his torture, but when he finally spotted the tools Dr. Hess was going to use, he suddenly couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The sleek metal rods were otherwise featureless, glimmering in the harsh lighting of the medical room. Each one was roughly six to seven inches long with a slight bend at one end. They started out slimmer than a pencil, but as Dr. Hess picked up each one to turn it over and examine it, Jakob could see that they quickly grew bigger, until they were thicker than a finger.

And then bigger.

He swallowed hard, trying to dig into his memories of when he had to visit the doctor’s for what the medical tools might be. 

Dr. Hess selected one, the smallest of the bunch as far as Jakob could tell, and he held it up between both of them, turning it over as he admired its surface. 

“This is one of my favorite parts, you know?” he said, his voice lilting, like he was only half-talking to Jakob and more lost in his own world. “This is the moment where you can’t go back.” 

Jakob swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly too dry, and he was frozen in place as he watched Dr. Hess move. It was like a prey animal watching a predator, hoping that their stillness was enough to hide them while being completely unaware that the predator had been stalking them for far longer than they already knew.

Jakob was confused.

Go back from what? What was the strange tool for? What was Dr. Hess going to do?! 

The first cool touch of the metal rod against his throbbing cock head sent chills racing up Jakob’s spine. His eyes rolled back with a moan, and he gripped the armrests of the exam table with a white knuckled grip. 

He whined, high pitched and tight as Dr. Hess held the tip of his cock firmly but gently. 

The metal rob slipped into his tight urethra, and Jakob’s body shuddered once and then twice and then slumped down on the table, like a puppet with cut strings. 

Dr. Hess just watched him with a smirk, pumping the rod deeper and deeper. 

It bulged out the underside of Jakob’s cock, and Dr. Hess followed the progress with his finger. He stroked down the length of the malleable cock that now rested in his hands. Down and then back up, where he drew small circles on the underside of the shy head as he rolled the foreskin down to fully expose the glans. 

Jakob’s body shuddered, his chest heaving as he panted through the sensations he had never felt before. 

Dr. Hess had chosen a rod that was small enough that the stretch wasn’t painful. It was foreign, sure, but Jakob was horrified to find that the throbbing hardness in his cock and the new stretching of a hole that was never meant to be entered was quickly combining into something that made his balls throb in turn.

He moaned, keeping his white knuckled grip on the armrests as a way to ground himself, hissing between clenched teeth when Dr. Hess slid the rod deep and hit a spot that made his vision go white. 

“Wh-What is this?” he gasped. “Stop . . . hnnnn , please!”

It felt too strange, too weird, too foreign. Jakob could feel his body changing and it terrified him. 

“Just relax,” Dr. Hess said, pushing firm, even pressure on the rod and popping it past the last little bit of resistance in Jakob’s cock. 

Jakob jolted, sitting halfway up before the restraints stopped him. The tendons in his thighs flexed, the cords tight and firm, and Dr. Hess paused for the first time, stroking the insides of his legs in a gesture that was clearly meant to be soothing. 

“Relax, relax,” he tutted. “We don’t want you to pull anything.” 

Tears were starting to bubble up in Jakob’s eyes and he slumped back on the bed with a sniffle. 

“You . . . you have to stop,” he said, shaking his head. “It feels . . . too weird. This isn’t natural!” 

Dr. Hess just chuckled, pulling the rod out with a wet schlik and setting it off to the side. He selected the next rod from the tray, one size bigger, and lined it up with Jakob’s urethra. 

“It doesn’t have to be natural,” he said. 

The rod, still thinner than a pencil, slipped in easier than Jakob wasn’t to admit, and he threw his head back, toes curling as the pleasure was pulled from his body. His tears now spilled over his cheeks, and he hated that he was crying. The helplessness just made his chest tighten, and Jakob gasped and sobbed as the few tears turned into full streaks and then snot that he couldn’t wipe away. 

“And you’ll learn to love this feeling,” Dr. Hess said, smirking as Jakob’s hips twitched when the rod sunk into his bladder, pitching forward ever so slightly to take the rod deeper. 

Already he was realizing what his cock was now for. 

Jakob was sniveling, struggling to hide his tears in his shoulder as his body was warped and twisted right before his eyes. 

“ Good boy, ” Dr. Hess praised, letting the rod ooze out of Jakob’s cock before pushing it firmly back down, loosening up the muscles and preparing it to take more, and Jakob shivered at the praise. “We’ll stop here for now,” Dr. Hess said, holding up the third rod. 

It was still smaller than a pencil, but still obscenely thick compared to Jakob’s no-longer-virgin cock. 

He didn’t understand how he had been stretched open so quickly, but his cock ate it up, oozing precum and obediently slurping the metal rod down until Jakob felt it sink into his bladder. 

Dr. Hess used a ring of metal to lock around the tip of the rod where it protruded out the tip of Jakob’s cock, securing it around the flared glans and keeping the rod firmly locked inside. He patted the spot over Jakob’s bladder, and Jakob shuddered with a moan as he felt the metal fuck inside him ever so slightly deeper. 

Dr. Hess tutted over the mess of Jakob’s face, pulling out a sterile towel to clinically clean him up. 

“Mouth,” he ordered, and Jakob was too disoriented to even think about disobeying. 

His lips fell open, and he accepted the ball gag with only a whimper. He blinked watery, red eyes up at Dr. Hess as the straps were buckled around his head and then locked in place. 

“We’ll continue tomorrow,” Dr. Hess said, patting Jakob’s cheek and not at all swayed by the wordless begging. “I’d suggest you get your rest.” 

Jakob wasn’t sure how he was supposed to sleep with his cock still hard and stretched around such an uncomfortable and obvious intrusion, but Dr. Hess wasn’t giving him much of a choice. 

He didn’t even give Jakob a blanket, just flicked off the lights in the exam room and closed the door. 

Jakob slumped back as he heard the firm thud of a deadbolt being locked. His cock jerked, laying across his stomach, and Jakob squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the muscles in his urethra tighten and clench. 

It really was strange and impossible to get used to. 

He was only ever conscious of those muscles when he needed to use the bathroom, and hardly ever did Jakob drink to the point where he had to clench down and actively tighten the muscles to prevent spilling. 

Now, his cock shuddered and twitched around the rod, loosening and tightening in a way that Jakob couldn’t control. It felt like he was on the verge of pissing himself while also feeling like he was plugged up and unable to spill anything. 

It was impossible to relax, but the metal slowly warmed to match his body temperature, and in the stark, cold darkness of the hospital room, Jakob eventually drifted off. 

He slept surprisingly soundly for the situation, not waking up until the lights snapped on the next morning and Dr. Hess was pushing through the doors whistling an idle tune. 

The smell of coffee hit Jakob next, and his stomach gurgled longingly, making Dr. Hess laugh. 

“Sadly, you’ll have to be weaned off any solid foods while we conduct our studies,” he said, setting his bag, coffee, and a greasy brown paper bag that smelled like bacon and egg and cheese and warm bread. “We need to focus on turning this little cock into something more important.” 

Jakob could only moan around his gag, grimacing at the drool that had dried on his cheek overnight and the gumminess around his eyes that he couldn’t wipe away. 

His cock was a dull ache between his legs. 

He had softened at some point in the night, reduced to half-hardness around the heavy metal rod. He couldn’t go completely limp, not with the way the metal rubbed that hyper-sensitive spot inside of him that made him see stars, and his belly was tacky with half-dried precum where it had continued to ooze out around the rod. 

He couldn’t resist as Dr. Hess wheeled over an IV stand, the bag of liquid dangling from it ominously large and full. The thin tube hanging underneath it attached to the outside of Jakob’s gag, and as Dr. Hess opened the tab, Jakob was left with no choice but to swallow the bland meal replacement in his grogginess. 

“Now,” Dr. Hess said, pulling his chair back between Jakob’s legs to pick up where he had left off. “I know yesterday was a bit of a shock, so I’m going to do a bit more explaining today, hm?” He idly scratched the insides of Jakob’s thighs, teasing him higher and higher until he was almost tickling his balls. “Doesn’t that sound nice.” 

Jakob wanted to shake his head but there wasn’t really any point of disagreeing with the doctor. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, squinting down between his legs to watch Dr. Hess work. 

“You signed up for our medical study,” Dr. Hess said, unlocking the ring that held the rod in place.

He held Jakob’s cock upright, and Jakob moaned, tensing muscles he had never been conscious of as he struggled to push the intrusive metal out. Whenever his concentration happened to waver, it would sink back down a couple inches, making his gasp and moan as he effectively fucked his own cock as he struggled to push the rod out of his body. 

Finally, Dr. Hess seemed to have enough amusement from the show, pinching the end of the rod and pulling it out of Jakob’s cock in one smooth motion. 

Jakob nearly choked on the ball gag, his body shuddering, and then he blushed when he felt the hot splatter of piss hit the insides of his thigh. 

Immediately, Dr. Hess’s hand came down on the spot with a sharp slap, and Jakob yelped, eyes shooting open as looked at the doctor, hurt by the perceived betrayal.

His urethra gaped wide, and Jakob swallowed in horror. Already his cock looked so different. It perked up eagerly under Dr. Hess’s hands, hardening once again in preparation for the torture. It had taken so little to stretch him so wide, and Jakob couldn’t control the way it flexed open and then pulled closed again. 

It was the bizarre feeling of pissing but not pissing, his bladder empty but also wanting to be full. 

Jakob whimpered, suckling on his gag for comfort. 

“You may have realized,” Dr. Hess said with an amused twinkle to his eye. “That we aren’t exactly. . . testing anything.” 

He had his tray of rods from before, and Jakob was horrified at the size they were already starting with. Somehow it slipped inside of him, even though he was sure it wasn’t going to fit. The stretch was a bit more obvious this time but it still felt strangely good, and Jakob moaned. 

“We’re more . . . modifying your body,” Dr. Hess continued. “At the request of a wealthy client.” 

Jakob’s chest tightened, and all of the emotions from yesterday came rushing back, full force. He hated the tears that made his eyes itch and the fact that he couldn’t reach up to rub them away. There was no hiding from Dr. Hess’s scrutiny, and no way for Jakob to close his thighs as the man settled between his legs.

“Look at this pliant little cockhole,” Dr. Hess said, snapping on a pair of clean blue gloves before he started to touch and prod at Jakob’s cock.

Jakob’s sniffles of distress changed all-too-quickly to moans as Dr. Hess’s clinical, but far from cold, touch brought the blood flooding back to his cock. 

His uncoordinated muscles clamped down on the thick metal rod, and the teasing edge of an orgasm that Jakob had been teetering on all night came racing back. 

Dr. Hess tutted as the muscles and tendons in Jakob’s thighs tightened. 

“You need to learn to relax,” he said sternly. “I don’t want you pulling anything and adding recovery time to the scheduled training.” 

He spoke like Jakob was doing this all on purpose and that his shudders and flinches weren’t all entirely involuntary at this point. Jakob moaned, tipping his head back, pouring all his attention into forcibly relaxing his thighs and letting his legs fall limply open. 

When he squeezed his eyes shut, he could almost remove himself from the medical room and dissociate from what was going on with his body. 

He whimpered into his gag when Dr. Hess’s hand wrapped around his cock again, jacking it up and down and making Jakob’s thighs seize up again. 

“We have a strict schedule to keep after all,” Dr. Hess said. “I should go over the rules.” He selected the next largest rod from the line up and dragged it over the gaping hole of Jakob’s cock. 

Jakob moaned as it pressed into him, the stretch and strain much more prominent than what he had taken yesterday. It felt like a proper plug in his cock, coring open the tiny hole and transforming it, just like Dr. Hess had promised. 

The metal rod slid up and down his cock, bulging out the underside, and Jakob moaned, sinking in and clinging to the small bits of pleasure in an effort to forget about the rest of his fear over what was happening. 

“I know this is all strange,” Dr. Hess monologued while he continued to fuck Jakob’s cock with the rod, methodical and clinical, his pace never changing even as he spoke. “But since you signed the documents agreeing to lend your body to this . . . scientific study, then we--myself along with all the rest of the medical staff--expect your full cooperation.” 

Jakob moaned in acknowledgement, trying to grind his cock up into the sensations as he let himself sink. 

“You will obey any orders and not resist any treatment,” Dr. Hess said. “You will have good manners, and address any orderlies as sir or ma’am accordingly, am I understood?” 

The rod was dragging over that good spot inside of Jakob, the one that almost made his thighs tense up against his control despite all his efforts to stay limp and pliant. It made his eyes roll back in his skull, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed and squirted extra precum, making the rod squelch inside of him. 

Another sharp slap to his thigh made him jerk, and Jakob whimpered.

“Yef, Fir,” he mumbled around the gag with a blush, hating how using the title made him feel even more helpless and pathetic. 

“Good,” Dr. Hess said, switching out the rod for the next size up. 

Jakob gasped, shaking his head as, once again, the stretch became too much all over again. 

“We’ll implement therapy,” Dr. Hess said, continuing to drag the rod up and down Jakob’s insides, pausing every couple strokes to pry his cock open and check the state of his gape. “We want to keep all parts of you healthy as you progress through this therapy.”

Jakob’s breath caught in his throat as the rod slipped out. Dr. Hess’s sure, thick fingers gripped the head of his cock, pulling it so wide that he could feel the brush of cool, office air on his insides, and when Jakob’s brain instinctively thought to squeeze , the muscles in his cock actually obeyed . 

His cock pulsed down, fighting against Dr. Hess’s hold and trying to close itself back up and failing. 

The snap of something hard and plastic against his cock head made Jakob’s eyes shoot open and he craned his head downwards, trying to see what Dr. Hess was doing. 

The man held a clear plastic ruler across the head of Jakob’s cock, lining up the tick-marks with clinical scrutiny. 

“Already half an inch,” he said, his voice almost impressed.

Jakob flushed hot. It felt . . . inappropriate . . . and embarrassing that his body was so easily manipulated and changed. And the fact that he wasn’t necessarily . . . fighting his hardest to resist. With the way his cock was drooling and twitching in Dr. Hess’s hands, it was almost easy enough to believe that he was asking for it. 

Dr. Hess made a note in his clipboard before setting the ruler and metal rods to the side. He pulled his gloves off with a snap, crumpling them and tossing them in a garbage can. 

“It’s important to open your cock from the bottom up,” Dr. Hess said, using his heels to pull his wheeled chair to the drawers and storage space under the desk on the other side of the room. 

He opened a cupboard on the bottom half, revealing a storage space. He pulled a wheeled tray out, and Jakob shivered at the hunk of machinery that sat on top. 

It was dark and dangerous looking, gleaming and well-maintained. It was easy to pick out a motor, the control pad with a disturbing amount of levers and buttons and dials, and a protruding metal arm attached to some sort of piston mechanism. 

“We need to stretch the entire urethral opening,” Dr. Hess continued, positioning the hulking machine between Jakob’s thighs and pulling out other medical plastic packaging to rip open in preparation for this new treatment. 

Jakob almost felt relief at the soft, silicon rods that Dr. Hess pulled out of the plastic. Some of them even looked like soft jelly, flopping over like a limp cock as Dr. Hess picked over them and selected the one he wanted to use. 

The only bit that made Jakob’s stomach flip with trepidation was, unlike the sleek metal rods that were untextured and smooth, each silicon toy looked worse then the next. 

One was a series of balls connected to each other, like a line of knots that would fuck into Jakob’s cock with sensations even more overwhelming than he had been experiencing. Others had small ripples of soft spines, sections that looked like realistic veins, jutting bulges and jabbing points that would dig into all the sensitive spots inside of him. 

Jakob whimpered as Dr. Hess selected one, like a series of anal beads, and attached it to the foreboding piston arm at the front of the machine. 

“Not all of your training can be done by hand,” Dr. Hess said, pulling Jakob’s cock down between his thighs and strapping it in place. 

He lined up the tip of the toy with Jakob’s gaping urethra, the suckling muscle flexing in uncontrolled fear as it eased forward. Jakob moaned, shaking his head as the muscles clamped down--muscles he didn’t quite have full control over--fighting against the entrance of the toy. 

He was no match for the strength of the machine though. 

Ball after ball of silicone popped inside of him, and Jakob writhed, struggling to focus on the sensations and stay present in his body. 

With each ridge, he could feel the entrance to his cock clamp back down before the next ball dilated it back open. And he realized, babbling and begging to a deaf Dr. Hess, that he could feel his muscles loosening and clamping. 

If he focused more, he could push out, loosening himself up for when a knot struggled to push inside at its widest point, before letting the muscles clamp down and suck the ball deep inside of himself. 

His urethra became a bumpy mess of silicone, the balls easing deeper and deeper, and then they hit the wall of muscle that Jakob had no control over. 

He keened, pressing his face into his shoulder as no matter how much he relaxed the muscles, the machine could only push, fighting against a resistance that Jakob didn’t want to have. 

Hot piss and precum squelched out of his cock, lubing up every few inches of the toy that forced itself into him, and Jakob choked out a cry, horrified over the lack of control he had over his own body. 

Dr. Hess’s soft touch to his cheek was grounding, and Jakob whimpered, pressing into the touch as his cock was ruined and reshaped outside of his control.

“Focus,” Dr. Hess said, and Jakob moaned around the gag, pressing soft, pathetic kisses as best as he could manage to Dr. Hess’s palm in an aborted effort to appease the evil doctor. 

The hand pulled away, and Jakob howled at the loss. At the same time, the toy fucking his cock--because his brain had accepted that reality now, his cock was being fucked open, like it was a cunt or an asshole, only it needed to be stretched before it could take a toy--was now pulling back. 

The retreating sensation was almost worse. 

Jakob struggled to keep a hold of his muscles, tightening and relaxing them when it was demanded, each knot popping out of his gaping hole with another squelch of the messy mixture of piss and precum. 

It didn’t pull out completely, the last few balls resting inside the tip of his cock for a brief second before it was thrusting back into him, and Jakob was wailing, clawing at the armrests as he struggled to fight. 

He received a sharp slap to his face to correct the hysterics, and Jakob sniveled, blinking through his watery eyes at a stern, domineering Dr. Hess. He undid the straps of Jakob’s gag, pushing the now-empty IV bag and stand to the side before taking a seat, crossing his legs casually as he pulled out a clipboard.

“We’re going to talk through our emotions,” Dr. Hess said. “Not yap and yelp like animals, do you understand?” 

Jakob hiccuped, wishing his hands were free or he had a tissue to clean up the mess of tears and snot that now streaked across his face. Dr. Hess looked so much more composed than he was, eyeing Jakob with an emotionless detachment as he calmly waited for an answer. 

“Y-yes,” Jakob managed, the word half-choked out as the knotted toy pressed against that barrier inside of him, battering against his prostate. 

This time, there was a little more give. 

Jakob gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he managed to remember his manners.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected with a whimper.

Dr. Hess nodded in appreciation at that at least. 

“During therapy, you will tell the truth and be completely honest and open,” Dr. Hess said. “Sessions like these will only help if you’re willing to be vulnerable . So, how do you feel?” 

Jakob shuddered, trying to work through the dichotomy of the squelching mess of overwhelming sensations between his legs and the emotional detachment that Dr. Hess was demanding of him. 

“Bad!” he managed to croak out. “I . . . I don’t like it.” 

Like all of his protests, his words were only met with a disciplinary slap on the inside of his thigh. 

“The truth,” Dr. Hess reminded, and the sternness of his voice made Jakob squirm and mewl. 

His cock squelched, the small bit of the barrier that was still fighting inside of him weakened just a little bit further.

Jakob struggled to focus on what Dr. Hess wanted, chest heaving as he held in his noises. His cock squelched, but the tightening and loosening of the muscles was coming more naturally. If Jakob focused on that--instead of Dr. Hess’s demanding questions--he could almost control them properly. 

No negative answers. He managed to connect those dots. 

Jakob moaned, hips quivering as he focused on the sensations and tried to think of a neutral way to describe having his cock so brutally fucked open. 

“S. . . strange,” he managed, gasping as his brain recontextualized the sensations in his cock as just strange instead of outright bad. “Strange . . . Sir.” 

He yelped when he still received a slap to his thigh and he blinked through his tears, looking questioningly to Dr. Hess as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong this time. 

“Full sentences,” Dr. Hess said, making a mark on his clipboard. “We want to focus on ‘I feel’ statements.” 

Jakob’s head was spinning. The flexing of the strange muscles in his cock was still outside of his control, taking less and less of his concentration. It was horrifying how quickly his hole was being reshaped, but then Jakob immediately chastised himself. 

Not horrifying. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, a fresh tear trickling down his cheek as he whimpered.

“I feel . . . strange, Sir,” he said, finally giving an answer that didn’t earn him a slap on his thigh.

“Go on,” Dr. Hess pressed, leaning back in his chair as he tapped his pen attentively. 

Jakob wasn’t sure how many neutral adjectives he would be able to pull from his mind at the current moment, but he was as hyper-aware of Dr. Hess’s quiet waiting and the lewd squelch of his cock as it continued to be fucked.

“I . . . I feel . . . grateful? Sir?” Jakob offered, the sentence coming out more as a question than a statement, and he preemptively winced, expecting to receive a slap on his thigh for the misspeak. 

Dr. Hess cocked his head. “Grateful?” he asked. “For what?” 

Fuck, Jakob didn’t know. He was just trying to think of things to say that would make the doctor happy. He panted as his cock now eagerly milked the toy fucking it, the rhythm ramping up just a little faster so he had to redouble his concentration to keep track of when to clench and when not to. 

“For . . . for your help,” Jakob managed to sputter, moaning as his cock oozed fresh precum. He wasn’t sure if his bladder was empty by now or what, and Jakob couldn’t figure out if he was happy or sad about that. “S-Sir, for training me.” 

“What do you think we’re training you to do?” Dr. Hess said. 

Fresh tears were starting to burn in Jakob’s eyes and he struggled not to break down into pathetic sobbing that would no doubt only earn him sharp slaps to his face and thighs. 

He remembered . . . he remembered Dr. Hess mentioning wealthy clients. He could recall that at least. He hadn’t said why they wanted Jakob or what the end goal was with his body, but Jakob could guess. 

“A . . . a client wants m-my body a certain way,” he said, hiccuping in his efforts to hold back his whimpers. “Y-You’re training my body to . . . to be how they want, Sir.” 

It felt horrible to admit, to acknowledge that that was his reality, but the toy was rocking in and out of his cock, slamming into his prostate and keeping his hole a dripping mess. Jakob couldn’t deny the pleasure now either. 

‘Strange’ had shifted the ‘bad-wrongness’ that had been keeping his mind from accepting that his cock was throbbing and hard this entire time and that his balls were pulsing and full. Now that Jakob thought of it as just ‘strange,’ it was easier to admit that it could . . . potentially, feel good . 

As if reading his mind, Dr. Hess rested a warm, firm hand on Jakob’s hip, rubbing soft circles with his thumb dangerously close to the base of his cock, teasing his throbbing balls. 

“And how does that make you feel ?” he coaxed, his voice soft and gentle. 

Jakob dropped back his head with a moan, finally letting his legs go lax. His thighs unclenched, the defined tendons disappearing, and as the ache of his clenching muscles disappeared, he could finally sink into the warm, gooey, pleasurable feelings. 

“It feels good , Sir,” Jakob moaned, rolling his stomach as he tried to fuck his cock down on the pistoning pole. “ I feel good, Sir.”

And Dr. Hess hummed, nodding as he pulled his hand away and made another note on his clipboard. 

Jakob almost regretted answering the question obediently, the spot on his hip that Dr. Hess had touched going cold far too quickly. Jakob wanted more of that comforting reassurance. It helped ground him, gave him something to focus on instead of the horrible overwhelming sensations in his cock. 

“From now on,” Dr. Hess said. “Even if you’re not doing an official therapy session, I will expect full sentence responses to any questions in the future.” He clicked the pen, clipping it into its slot on the clipboard and tucking that under his arm as he stood. 

Jakob jolted out of his accepting mental state, distraught at the idea that the doctor might be leaving and he raised his head, opening his mouth to beg but Dr. Hess just cut him off with a look. 

“And I want you to incorporate more ‘I feel’ statements anytime you are asked to report back on the status of your body as we continue to develop it,” Dr. Hess said. 

He brushed his fingers over the curve of the metal of the machine, pressing a single fingertip to the main dial. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he edged it ever so slightly upwards, focused on where Jakob’s cock was strapped down and unable to escape the thrusting punches of the toy. 

Jakob couldn’t maintain his composure then. 

All the sensations doubled over and Jakob could no longer delude himself with it just being ‘strange.’ 

He broke with a strangled cry, his composure crumbling as he wrenched and fought against the restraints, and Jakob couldn’t hold himself back. 

“Dr. Hess, no ! Please!” he called. “You can’t leave me here! You can’t do this to me!” 

Dr. Hess stepped out from between Jakob’s legs, settling easily next to the bed and threading his fingers through Jakob’s hair and then yanking hard. 

Jakob gasped as his head was pulled back, baring his throat in animalistic submissiveness to Dr. Hess. He whined, high pitched and desperate as the rod fucked deep into his cock and he was pinned for Dr. Hess’s examination. 

“What did I just say?” Dr. Hess asked, his voice cold and deep, lacking the usual bedside manner that he had before.

Jakob shuddered, squeezing his watering eyes closed, accidentally pushing out a couple tears. He couldn’t even nuzzle into Dr. Hess’s hand for comfort, just swallow hard and crane his neck, hoping that the ache wouldn’t make its way into his muscles.

“I . . . I feel scared . . .” he whimpered. “Being left alone like this. It feels . . . I feel . . . strange.”

Dr. Hess hummed, turning Jakob’s head back and forth, and Jakob shivered, acutely aware that he couldn’t hide anything under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the office. 

His cock was throbbing hard around the rod that was fucking it, distracting him from the utter wrongness it was to have that hole penetrated so thoroughly and repetitively. 

He hated that he wanted to cum. 

“What were the other stipulations?” Dr. Hess said, not acknowledging what Jakob had just said. 

Jakob wracked his brain, struggling to think straight as his balls throbbed and his cock squelched. He had used full sentences. He had talked about his emotions. 

The truth. 

He was telling the truth! He wanted to protest, to fight against Dr. Hess’s grip in his hair, but the doctor held him firm. 

Jakob felt like a bug pinned onto a cork board for display, stretched out and vulnerable and unable to hide a single facet of himself. His cock gaped around the rod, and every time it thrust into him, coring him open as deep as it could reach, he could feel that inner barrier inside of himself get just a little bit weaker. 

He wasn’t sure what would happen when that line of resistance broke. 

His cock squirted a gush of precum. 

The truth. 

Jakob wanted to cum. 

“I . . . I feel good,” he said, shuddering as he finally acknowledged the reality of the situation. He could barely raise his voice above a whisper, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Jakob knew Dr. Hess would demand more. He moaned, forcing himself to speak louder. 

“I feel . . . I feel good .” 

The corners of Dr. Hess’s eyes softened, and his grip on Jakob’s hair loosened ever so slightly. 

“Good boy,” he said, and Jakob moaned, hating that even that small bit of praise made his cock twitch and shudder. 

When something nudged against his lips, Jakob didn’t even think about resisting. He meekly opened his mouth, accepting the cock gag willingly and only gagging a little when Dr. Hess buckled and then locked it around his head. 

“From now on, there’s only one hole that we need to focus on from here on out,” Dr. Hess said, patting Jakob’s cheek and then trailing his hand down his chest, patting his stomach before resting at the base of his cock. 

Jakob moaned into his gag, wishing he could roll his hips, do anything in response to the rough fucking his cock was taking. He felt too claustrophobic strapped down the way he was. He didn’t want to fight; he just wanted to move .

Dr. Hess wheeled over an IV stand, a bulging bladder of liquid dangling from the hook. He threaded the plastic line carefully into a hole on the opposite side of Jakob’s gag, fiddling with the valves until there was a steady drip of bitter tang on Jakob’s tongue. 

Dr. Hess took one last moment to brush Jakob’s hair out of his face before giving him a condescending smile. 

“I expect we’ll be getting much better results tomorrow,” he said. “Good bye.” 

Jakob moaned, eyes tearing up as Dr. Hess pulled away, once again flicking off the lights and leaving him in darkness. And all Jakob could do was suckle on the gag and drink whatever was in the IV bag. 

~~~~~~

Jakob woke up unable to conceptualize how much time had passed. 

There was no clock in the room, and without the cloying hum of the fluorescent lights, all the shadows and darkness looked the same. His mouth was dry despite the continuous drip of bitter liquid, and his cock was still a squelching mess. 

On some level, as Jakob blinked the sleep from his eyes, he should be terrified that he was able to sleep while the machine continued to pump in and out of him. The constant burn of arousal and the ache of stretching muscles that weren’t used to it had settled like a heavy boulder on his hips, but it shouldn’t be unnoticeable. 

And then he shivered, Dr. Hess’s stern eyes and threatening grip in his hair coming back, and Jakob squeezed his eyes shut, correcting his own thinking. 

Good. I feel good. Having my cock fucked open and ruined feels good. 

Jakob did want to cum. His balls felt stuffed and overly full from the night of stimulation, and while it felt like there was a puddle of precum between his thighs, Jakob couldn’t deny that he was desperate to cum, even if it was just to relieve the aching pressure that was building up.

He felt good. Jakob continued to lie to himself. If he repeated it enough, it would be true, right?

He moaned into his gag, sucking on the length of it, trying to figure out what had made him wake up if it wasn’t his own internal clock. 

And then, when he picked through the wrong good feelings pulsing out from his cock, Jakob finally connected the dots.

His bladder was a hard little ball, achingly full and just as desperate for attention as his cock was. Jakob squirmed, no longer searching for stimulation but now painfully aware of how much he needed to use the bathroom and empty out some of the other pressure that was building up inside of him. 

In the darkness of the room, he couldn’t see how much was left in the IV bag. The dripping continued on his tongue, and Jakob had no choice but to swallow it. He pressed his tongue against the phallic tip, trying to plug whatever small hole the liquid was coming through, but no matter how much he mouthed and tongued at the protrusion, it never seemed to help. 

With a defeated whimper, he slumped back in the bed, submissively swallowing the liquid and trying not to think about how much he wanted to cum and how full his bladder was. 

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, hovering in and out of sleep without actually getting any rest, before the next thing he was aware of was the lights flicking on and the door pushing open. 

He dimly caught the tail-end of some conversation as Dr. Hess and someone that Jakob had never seen before pushed through the door.

“--good progress. I’d say a couple more sessions, a week of stretching, and we should be getting fantastic results,” Dr. Hess was saying. 

Jakob mewled, making eye contact with the new man. 

He oozed new money, slicked back hair and a predatory look in his eye. When he smiled, there was almost a hint of warmth, but Jakob could only focus on the overly sharp canines that glinted at the corners of the smile.

Jakob felt a sharp pang in his bladder and his hips pitched upwards ever so slightly. His cock gushed around the rod fucking into it, and his balls pulled up, aborting the movement halfway and dropping back down. 

It was the closest Jakob had gotten to an orgasm the entire night.

“Oh, Dr. Hess, your work, as always, is immaculate ,” the man gushed, sweeping up to the foot of Jakob’s bed. 

He wasted no time placing a hand on Jakob’s ankle, already comfortable touching the naked expanse of his body like a person at a car dealership inspecting a potential purchase. 

Jakob shivered as the warm hand drifted higher, stroking up his calf, pausing at his knee, before sliding up his thigh. 

It was different from being touched by Dr. Hess, whose hands were warm but tough, calloused from his work but strong and dexterous. This man’s hands were soft, unused to work or labor, but his touch was confident. 

He wrapped his fingers around Jakob’s cock, squeezing it around the rod and tightening the hole whenever it pulled back and tried to push in. 

Jakob keened, throwing his head back as the torturous fucking became even worse. His body had loosened up obediently over the night, and now the man forced it closed again. 

Dr. Hess chuckled, stepping over to Jakob’s IV and opening the valve completely. “You flatter me sometimes, Mr. Andrade.” 

Jakob choked as the constant drip of liquid became a wave. He gurgled and gulped, swallowing desperately as the two men around his bed paid no attention to his sudden struggling. 

“Only sometimes?” Mr. Andrade teased, humanity returning to his eyes as he bantered with Dr. Hess. It disappeared the moment he returned to evaluating Jakob. 

“This is only the beginning of the transformation,” Dr. Hess said, tapping the plastic IV and watching it drain for a moment before pulling on a pair of gloves. “I prefer to evaluate my work when its progress is further along.” 

Mr. Andrade hovered, interested in Dr. Hess’s work but not wanting to get in the way. 

“I want to see his progress now ,” Mr. Andrade said, licking his lips as Dr. Hess paused the fucking machine and moved it out of the way.

Jakob was grateful for a moment of relief, but then he realized the other pressing matter of his predicament--the one that had woken him up in the first place. 

His bladder quivered, and Jakob shuddered, cheeks going hot as he realized the next piece of humiliation might be pissing himself in front of both of the men. He moaned, clenching his muscles and doing his best to hold it all in. 

“Fuck, he already looks so pretty,” Mr. Andrade said with a groan of appreciation, stepping between Jakob’s legs when Dr. Hess moved out of the way. 

He leaned over Jakob’s body like a predator over their most recent kill. He licked his lips, eyes bright and hungry as he took Jakob’s cock in both hands and raised it to his mouth. 

Jakob had never gotten a blowjob before but he had watched porn. He had seen girls on their knees for men, bobbing their heads and jerking them off when they couldn’t take the cock all the way. It always looked powerful, the man gripping her hair and controlling her movements. In control.

Now, Mr. Andrade loomed over him, and Jakob never felt smaller. 

The first moment the man’s hot mouth enveloped the tip of his cock, Jakob dropped his head back with a moan. 

He was gaping so much Mr. Andrade’s tongue dipped fully inside of him, and Jakob let out a strangled cry. 

It felt so wrong , and fresh tears prickled in Jakob’s eyes. 

And then Dr. Hess’s shadow fell over his face, and Jakob peeled his eyes open, squinting up at Dr. Hess.

The doctor regarded him with cold disinterest, curling a finger into one side of the strap of Jakob’s gag, tugging his head back and forth. 

As if he could read his thoughts. 

Jakob mewled, desperate for mercy, eyes watering. 

Mr. Andrade’s mouth was so hot, almost burning around the head of Jakob’s cock, and his tongue cored him open, inches deep inside Jakob’s urethra. The noises coming from Mr. Andrade’s mouth were lewd and horrible hot, squelching and messy, and Jakob’s muscles quivered as he struggled to hold onto his bladder with the mounting pleasure.

The last thing he wanted to do was spill a drop of piss into this man’s mouth.

The gag jingled as Dr. Hess undid the straps and unbuckled the latches.

Jakob gurgled as it was pulled out of his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip to lap up the last few drops of the liquid. When he gasped, having to pause to catch his breath, Dr. Hess tapped the last few drops off on his bottom lip. 

“Do you have anything to say?” Dr. Hess asked, setting the gag aside and fiddling with other medical equipment.

Jakob gripped the armrests of the chair as his chest heaved. 

Mr. Andrade moaned around his cock, curling and jabbing his tongue with a talent that Jakob had never thought possible.

Jakob groaned, his cock pulsing, and he barely managed to slur out his words. 

“-‘t’s feelsh sho good,” he moaned. “F-fuck! Ah ! S-Sir! Ah~ y-your mouth!” 

Mr. Andrade pulled out his cock with a pop, smirking as he wiped his lips with a swipe of his thumb. 

“We need to improve that language, boy,” he said, hooking his thumb into the gape of Jakob’s urethra and holding it in the crook of his pointed finger. He bounced it up and down, making Jakob’s hips jerk as much as they could in the bondage. “I want you to be utterly obsessed with this slutty little cockhole.” 

Jakob blushed, struggling to find his tongue again, hyper-aware that two men were standing over him and now expectantly waiting for him to oblige. 

He was already lying to himself about the sensations he was feeling, and now, Mr. Andrade was leering over his crotch, cock still held firmly in one hand and Jakob’s precum still gleaming on his lips. 

“P-Please,” Jakob said, dropping his gaze to his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to stare into Mr. Andrade’s eyes while he said what was coming next. “Please, s-suck on my cockhole, Sir.” 

Mr. Andrade hummed, considering the request. 

“Better,” he decided. “But not good enough. I’m not sucking on this useless thing--” He tightened the grip between his thumb and pointer, pinching Jakob’s cock head hard enough to make him mewl. “No more than I would suck on a cunt.” 

Jakob blushed hot at the implications, struggling to focus with the pain that was threatening to overwhelm the pleasure. 

No, not pain. 

He glanced guiltily at Dr. Hess before correcting his thinking. 

“Please,” he whimpered, trying to think of all the dirty talk and slutty moaning he had heard in pornos before. “Please, tongue-fuck my cockhole. It’s . . . it’s so sloppy for you, Sir. I . . . I need to be filled.” 

Mr. Andrade smiled, flashing sharp canines, looking like the cat that had caught the canary. 

“Good boy,” he said, patting the tight bulge of Jakob’s bladder and making him whimper. Mr. Andrade paused, groping the hot mound and cocking his head. “This needs to be fixed,” he said to Dr. Hess. 

Dr. Hess was already nodding. 

“We were going to address that today,” he said, and Jakob whimpered questioningly. 

Mr. Andrade tutted, giving an exaggerated pout as if he were talking to a pet that couldn’t have the extra treat it was begging for. 

“It’s for your own good,” he said, petting Jakob’s bladder and making his thighs tremble with the effort to hold it in. “This thing between your legs isn’t for pissing anymore. I wouldn’t dare make it do such a menial task that’s so far beneath it.” 

Jakob bit his lip, struggling to decide whether or not he should speak or hold his tongue. 

“It’s not for cumming either,” Mr. Andrade continued, moving his hand from Jakob’s bladder to the almost-as-tight bulge of his balls, giving them an appreciative heft and then a squeeze. “That’s for men with proper cocks you see?” 

Jakob moaned. After Dr. Hess’s clinical and at-times rough handling of his cock, the soft and gentle manipulation of Mr. Andrade’s hands was almost torture on his sensitive length in the best way possible. 

Jakob had wanted to cum before, but now he was dangerously near the edge, his muscles clenched too tightly for it to be comfortable though. 

He gasped as Mr. Andrade began fucking his thumb in and out of the tip of his cock, slowly teasing him closer and closer to that tipping point.

“What--?” Jakob stuttered, struggling to get his words out in between his moans. “What . . . is my cockhole for, Sir?” 

Mr. Andrade just smiled wider. 

“Oh, he’ll do nicely,” he said. “Dr. Hess, you always know how to pick the best ones.” 

Dr. Hess just smiled. “It helps to have a good benefactor,” he said. “Next steps?” 

Mr. Andrade thought for a moment. “The stretching is coming along well,” he said. “Is there any way to speed that up? I also want to increase the dosing of aphrodisiacs as well as encouraging him to use proper words. I like my bitches vocal .” 

“Of course, Mr. Andrade,” Dr. Hess said with a nod. 

Jakob mewled, unhappy that his question had been ignored and that he still had no idea what was going on with him. It felt strange to lose control of his cock, but another part of him wriggled happily with the way Mr. Andrade held it so firmly between his fingers. 

Mr. Andrade gave Jakob’s bladder one more pat and squeezed before letting go of his cock and letting it bounce and sway. 

“Keep practicing that begging, boy,” he said. “I can’t wait to see your next steps of improvement.” 

Before Jakob would respond or even acknowledge the words, Dr. Hess was tapping at his mouth, pressing in a thicker and wider gag. Jakob had no choice but to accept, his throat tightening ever so slightly as it dipped in further than the other one. He didn’t gag, but it was close. 

Mr. Andrade had already pulled out a phone, typing away as he left the room, and Jakob was once again left alone with Dr. Hess. 

And Jakob didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. 

“At least someone is impressed with your progress,” Dr. Hess said, taking his usual place between Jakob’s legs and gripping his cock firmly. 

Jakob whimpered, eyes watering again. At least Mr. Andrade made him feel like he had accomplished something. Dr. Hess just looked him over with a critical eye that made Jakob feel like he was falling short of some invisible goal that he didn’t know about. 

Dr. Hess slipped a finger into the tip of Jacob’s cock, idly fucking it like Mr. Andrade had done as he sorted through his tray of tools and looked for the one he wanted to start with. He flipped down the pair of small glasses perched on his nose, the lenses meant to magnify and help with delicate surgeries that needed a better look at human insides. 

“Like Mr. Andrade said,” Dr. Hess said, selecting a long, thin pair of medical forceps and holding them up to the light, testing their grip. “This cock isn’t for pissing or cumming, and I think you have a long way to go before you learn that.” 

Jakob moaned in protest, shaking his head as Dr. Hess set aside the forceps and selected an imposing speculum, and as it opened click after click, Jakob couldn’t help but feel horrified awed by the breath of cool air inside his cock, deeper than Mr. Andrade’s tongue had gone, and so deep inside of him that it tickled. 

Dr. Hess pulled down to overhead light, flicking it on so he would have a better view down the gaping length of Jakob’s cock. The light reflected off his glasses, hiding his eyes in a way that made Jakob’s stomach flip with nerves.

He shuddered. He couldn’t hide anything from Dr. Hess then, as the man looked down the pulsing pink insides of his urethra. 

“Ah, ah,” Dr. Hess said, inserting the forceps into Jakob’s cock to poke and prod around. 

Jakob’s hips twitched, and he mewled, gripping the armrests of his chair and squeezing his eyes shut tight. 

It felt so wrong good. It felt horrible amazing. He wanted Dr. Hess to stop keep going. 

“There’s that pesky little hole that’s been causing so much trouble,” Dr. Hess said. 

Jakob clung to those words to ground himself just as much as the creaking vinyl of the medical chair. 

Hole. Hole. Hole. 

His slutty cockhole. That’s what Mr. Andrade had called it, and he had looked so happy when Jakob had repeated the words back to him. Jakob just wanted to impress the man, right? Something in his brain was telling him that if Mr. Andrade was happy, then Jakob’s life wouldn’t be so bad. 

Dr. Hess pulled the forceps back, bumping and knocking into all the little nerves of the way out, making Jakob’s moaning pitch up into desperate whines. 

Careful! Jakob wanted to beg. Be careful with my slutty cockhole! 

Dr. Hess didn’t pay his noises any mind, messing with the tray of tools and gadgets outside of Jakob’s field of vision. When he held the forceps up again, a minuscule cylinder of plastic was grasped between the tips. 

It looked so innocent and safe that Jakob wasn’t even worried as Dr. Hess re-inserted the tongs down his cock. He was more concerned with the way Dr. Hess’s gloves scraped against the glans as he held it still for his work and the way the cold metal of the forceps seemed to find new spots inside Jakob’s cockhole to bump and tease.

Jakob keened, throwing his head back as Dr. Hess pressed deeper, finding tighter holes and clenching sphincters to pry open so deep inside of him that Jakob couldn’t process the violation. 

Good, good, good, he chanted in his brain, trying to delude himself with the pleasure.

The forceps slotted into a tight crevice, and Jakob gurgled, eyes rolling back. 

Dr. Hess made a noise of approval before withdrawing the metal tools. 

“There we go,” he said, setting the forceps aside with a clatter. “Bluetooth control over one of those messy holes.” He patted Jakob’s thigh before removing his gloves and flipping up the magnifying glasses he had been using. “And one less thing for you to worry about.” 

Jakob was panting hard, struggling to catch his breath as he started to process what Dr. Hess was saying.

Dr. Hess picked up a clunky phone, something that was clearly part of the medical tools of the office rather than something a typical person would carry around in their pocket. He tapped at the screen a moment and then rested a hand on Jakob’s knee. 

“Go on, give it a try.” 

Jakob frowned, not understanding what was being asked of him. 

Dr. Hess’s touch slipped up his thigh, skipping past his throbbing balls and twitching, drooling cock before settling over his bladder, like Mr. Andrade had touched him. Dr. Hess squeezed and started applying pressure, watching Jakob squirm with clinical assessment. 

Jakob blushed, shivering as he realized what Dr. Hess was asking him to do. 

No! He couldn’t! 

Was there a bedpan beneath him? Something to catch the mess? He couldn’t just piss himself like a child. Every instinct in him was screaming at how wrong this all was, like this one piece of humiliation was the final straw. 

He mewled, desperate, pleading with Dr. Hess with his eyes. 

Dr. Hess just locked their gazes, challenging Jakob’s resistance with firm, increasing pressure. 

“Go on,” he said, rolling his grip around Jakob’s full, hard bladder. “I can feel how much you need to go. Do it. Piss yourself. Stop. Resisting. ” 

Jakob’s muscles were shuddering, threatening to give out, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

With a soft cry around the gag, he gave up, suckling it for comfort as he felt himself relax, waiting for the warm, horrible wetness that was coming. 

Except, it didn’t. 

The painful pressure between his legs didn’t change, and all Jakob could feel was the same cool air of the hospital brushing between his legs. 

He whimpered in confusion, opening his eyes to look between his legs. 

His cock looked alien, like it didn’t belong to him. 

It gaped so much that it couldn’t stand up even though it was fully hard. The tip was an angry red, and his balls matched that color. At the base, Jakob could see the round curve of his bladder, more full than he had ever had seen it in his life, and he mewled in confusion again. 

The muscles were lax, and he should be leaking piss. Instead, all that drooled out of the slack mouth of his cockhole was clear precum, and even that was half-hearted and sad. 

Jakob changed tactics. He actively pushed, face tightening as he tried to force the piss from his body, increasing his whimpering when he realized that nothing was happening.

Dr. Hess just chuckled as he watched Jakob fight.

“The wonders of modern science,” he mused, petting Jakob’s bladder and then grabbing a plastic container off of the tray of tools. 

He positioned it under Jakob’s cock, pinching the small bit of foreskin to keep it in place as he fiddled with the phone again. 

Jacob didn’t even feel the change inside of himself. With a single push of a button, without any thought to his muscles, he was pissing himself. 

With the gape in his cock, he couldn’t properly push it out. Instead, it dribbled out of him like a hose that was only turned on halfway. Dr. Hess kept his cock over the bowl, the splatter of piss filling up the plastic container making Jakob moan and blush. 

He tried flexing his muscles again to push, wanting to relieve the pressure, but Dr. Hess noticed and shook his head with a tsk. 

“Ah, ah,” he said, clicking at the phone screen. 

And just like that, the stream of piss was cut off. Jakob mewled at the loss, fresh tears burning his eyes. He hadn’t completely emptied himself out, and he was still aching and full. 

“We need to train you out of those bad habits,” Dr. Hess said, tapping the tip of Jakob’s cock against the brim of the bowl to knock off the last few droplets before taking the waste away. 

Jakob whimpered, trying to question the doctor with the gag still in the way.

“I don’t want to see any clenching between your legs,” Dr. Hess said, returning to his spot and massaging the insides of Jakob’s thighs were firm, even pressure. He pressed his thumbs against the tendons that threatened to poke up through the skin, humming as he helped Jakob relax and go limp. “Your cock isn’t for pissing, or cumming, and from now on, I expect you to stay limp and obedient.” 

Jakob moaned, adding the new rule to the roster already in his head. How he was supposed to keep track of--and obey--all of these demands, he wasn’t entirely sure.

He fought to relax his legs, to let them fall open in the restraints, but he couldn’t help but flinch and tighten up whenever Dr. Hess touched him. He received a sharp slap to the inside of his right thigh, and he whimpered his apologies, finally managing to convince the fight-or-flight instincts that were screaming in his brain to settle down.

“Now,” Dr. Hess said, stepping to the side and repositioning the fucking machine between Jakob’s legs. “Let’s get you started on today’s physical therapy, and then we can talk about our feelings.” 

~~~~~~

Jakob moaned, head back and eyes fluttering closed, his body limp in the medical seat as the fucking machine pumped in and out of his cock with a steady pace. 

It was the fastest he had taken it so far, the mechanical hum and rhythmic squelching becoming a familiar white noise that no longer made him so anxious. 

His tongue darted out to swipe at his lips, and he moaned even though the room was empty. Or, he was pretty sure it was empty. A thick blindfold was wrapped around his eyes

“F-Fuck, ah !” he gasped. “H-Harder! Fuck my cockhole harder! It needs it, it feels so empty, Sir, please!” 

He wasn’t sure who he was begging to exactly, but Jakob knew that it was Mr. Andrade’s face that was burned into his mind anyway. 

His fingers twitched on the armrests, no longer gripping and struggling but desperate to reach between his legs and play with himself, to help the machine move faster and deeper. 

With an abrupt click, the machine stopped, its full length buried in Jakob’s gaping cock, and he mewled at the loss of stimulation, throwing his head back and forth as he tried to buck his hips. 

“Please, please, please, please!” he babbled, bouncing in his restraints as if that could get the machine started again. 

“My, my, my,” came a smooth, familiar voice. “You have made progress.” 

Jakob whimpered needily, craning his head up as he tried to figure out where Mr. Andrade was in the room. Any variation from Dr. Hess was welcomed, even though the doctor’s treatment of him wasn’t cruel, Jakob just welcomed the disruption of his constant schedule. 

A finger pressed to his lips before he could open his mouth and make a mistake, and Jakob sucked them down with a moan. 

“He’s improving in leaps and bounds,” Dr. Hess said, and it was the first time he sounded proud of Jakob’s conditioning. 

The smooth, familiar hands returned to Jakob’s thighs, and he struggled to stay limp and pliable on the table. He wanted to press up against Mr. Andrade’s touch, to nuzzle into the man and show him how much he had improved. 

He instinctively knew that the man was his new Owner, the one who had paid for all this training, and he was the one who Jakob would go home with once his body was perfect. Jakob ached to get to that point. He wanted to get away from Dr. Hess’s cold, clinical office. Something inside of him just knew that Mr. Andrade would take him to a place that was as warm and soft as his hands. 

With a squelch, the jelly silicone toy that had been fucking his cock pulled out, flopping against Jakob’s thigh and leaving a smear of wetness and slime in its wake. 

Jakob whimpered then, bucking his hips, trying to draw Mr. Andrade’s attention to the other important thing between his legs. 

“Bluetooth remote connection to his bladder,” Dr. Hess explained. “To be drained at your convenience.” 

Mr. Andrade hummed in approval. 

“Take your fingers away,” he said, brushing light touched up and down Jakob’s thighs, occasionally dipping deeper between to massage his swollen, bulging taint with his thumbs. “I want to hear him speak.” 

Dr. Hess’s fingers pulled out of Jakob’s mouth with a pop, and he stuck his tongue out, moaning and begging wordlessly. 

“Hm, boy?” Mr. Andrade said, pressing down on Jakob’s knees to force his legs ever so slightly wider. “What do you want?”

Jakob’s bladder was a hard, aching stone between his hips. Dr. Hess kept him on an exclusively liquid diet and only emptied his bladder at select times. If Jakob ever begged and complained about the pressure building up inside of him, he was gagged and put on the fucking machine with a particularly twisted or spiny rod of silicone and the machine set to a punishing pace. 

He was only ever allowed to talk about his cock if he asked to get fucked. Any time he begged to cum or piss or suggested that his cock had any other use other than being penetrated and gaped open, he was disciplined sharply.

And yet, Mr. Andrade wasn’t Dr. Hess. 

The doctor was stern and strict with Jakob’s training, demanding ever moving standard of perfection if Jakob didn’t want to earn a punishment rather than having his bladder locked closed for another twelve hours without relief. 

Mr. Andrade’s hand resting on his bladder now. Not applying pressure like Dr. Hess usually did, but just sitting there, appreciating the straining warmth that poured off it. 

Jakob’s cock hung down between his thighs, like a half-deflated balloon animal. It gave half-hearted twitches every couple seconds, obviously missing the toy that had just been plugging it full.

Jakob’s bladder throbbed with his own heartbeat, but Dr. Hess’s training loomed every present in Jakob’s mind. 

His cock was useful for one thing only.

What did he want?

Jakob wished he wasn’t blindfolded, so he could see Mr. Andrade’s face. Surely the man would be looking at him with a little bit of pity. 

He had to be able to feel how full Jakob’s bladder was and know how uncomfortable it felt. With the way he toyed with it, drawing idle circles and swirls on Jakob’s skin with the gentle touch of a finger, he had to know how desperate Jakob was.

Jakob whimpered, torn between the choices of what he should ask for compared to what Dr. Hess or, more importantly, Mr. Andrade, might be expecting to hear. He squirmed, wishing he had something in his cock or the fingers back in his mouth, something to occupy his holes so he could think clearer. 

Jakob squirmed.

“F-fuck me!” he finally said, doing his best to smile where he figured Mr. Andrade would be standing. “Fuck my cockhole. Please, Sir!” 

Both Mr. Andrade and Dr. Hess were quiet, and Jakob mewled, wanting to shrink in on himself, sure that he had done something wrong.

“P-Please!” he pleaded, more desperate than ever, his whining high pitched and bordering on animalistic. “Fuck my cockhole, Sir. My . . . my slutty cunt! It’s so wet for you! It needs to be fucked, I’m so empty!” 

And for a moment, Jakob wondered if even that wasn’t good enough. He was preparing to open his mouth and beg for something even more degrading, when Mr. Andrade chuckled. 

“God, he’s almost perfect.” 

The words stung a little, and Jakob whimpered, squirming as he tried to pick through his own words and actions and figure out what he had done wrong. He didn’t get a chance to get far when he felt hands--Mr. Andrade’s hands--on his cock. 

Jakob moaned as his heavy, gaping cock was pulled up and two fingers plunged into him.

His cockhole ate it up, pulsing needily around Mr. Andrade and trying to such him deeper. 

Jakob knew how to consciously keep his muscles limp and relaxed. His thighs no longer tried to pull closed to protect himself and the sharp tendons that used to just out and tense with his struggling now stayed soft. 

He didn’t even have to clench to hold his bladder. That was something taken care of for him now, and while the painful wonderful ache of it remained a constant since Dr. Hess was careful to never fully empty him on any given occasion, Jakob also knew better than to ask for that relief as well. 

Any spasm of his slutty cockhole was outside of Jakob’s control--just a testament to how desperate he was to get fucked in his new cunt.

He giggled happily as Mr. Andrade pumped his fingers in and out, feeling himself tighten up in preparation. 

“Please, please, please,” he babbled. “Fuck me, Sir, my cunt needs it! My gaping cockhole needs to be filled!” He mewled, pouting, hoping that his pathetic-ness might earn him some mercy. “It feels so empty and cold.” 

Dr. Hess tutted, grabbing one of Jakob’s nipples and squeezing sharply. “What have I said about ‘I feel’ statements?” 

Jakob whimpered, both as an apology as well as regret as he felt Mr. Andrade’s fingers leave his cock. 

“My cockhole feels empty,” he said, sticking out his bottom limp. It wasn’t negative or a lie, just a fact. Jakob struggled for a moment, trying to find a positive, truthful way to explain how he felt. “I feel . . . slutty!” he said, giggling as he perked up. “‘M all empty. I need to be fucked. Please, Sir, fill my cockhole!” 

Jakob wasn’t sure what he was begging for exactly. Maybe for the fucking machine to be plugged back in? That would be nice. The cool brush of the office air deep inside of his cock did feel weird exhilarating, but it felt even better when he was getting fucked. 

His breath caught in his throat when he felt the hot, spongy press of flesh against his cunt, the muscles clenching up ever so slightly to mouth and kiss at the new intrusion. 

His mind knew what it was. 

Cock. 

Mr. Andrade’s cock. 

Some distant part of Jakob was trembling in fear, horrified that his body had been manipulated and warped into something that was so unfamiliar to him. Without the blindfold, would he even recognize himself? 

But a bigger part of him was trembling in anticipation. This was what he wanted--his slutty cunt to be filled, his cock to the stuffed. His balls sat fat and ignored between his thighs, and while Jakob wanted pleasure, he knew better than to ask to cum. 

Like pissing, that was something his cock was no longer used for. 

And besides, the extra gushes of clear precum that occasionally squirted out of him whenever a toy fucked particularly deep was how a cunt orgasmed anyway. Actually shooting cum, releasing sperm, that was something Jakob no longer did. 

Mr. Andrade’s cock was pushing deeper now, and Jakob moaned, dropping his head back as he panted in relief. 

It felt so right .

And Jakob was telling the truth.

Mr. Andrade was moaning in appreciation too, one hand gripping Jakob’s hip and the other keeping his fleshlight-of-a-cock in place for him to fuck.

Jakob wished his legs were free so he could wrap them around Mr. Andrade’s hips, pull the man closer and make him fuck harder. 

Hands fiddled with the straps around his head, and Jakob mewled as the blindfold was unlocked. He squinted against the harsh light, blinking a few times to clear his vision as he waited to adjust. 

When his eyes settled on Mr. Andrade, Jakob managed a shaky smile, blushing at how intense and focused the man looked. And then Jakob couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping down. 

His bladder was a tight bump at the base of his cock, twinging and jolting with each of Mr. Andrade’s thrust. 

Jakob’s cock mouthed and slurped on Mr. Andrade’s, his urethra bulging outwards as it took him down. Each time he bottomed out, Jakob was rewarded with a tiny jolt of pleasure that made him gasp and whimper happily. 

Mr. Andrade set up a steady rhythm now, each thrust squelching loudly as Jakob’s slutty cockhole drooled and sucked him down.

“Fuck,” Mr. Andrade grunted, tipping his own head back as he relished in the fucking. “Fuck, he feels amazing. He’s gripping me so tightly.” He gasped, punching in and burying his cock fully inside Jakob, holding himself there as he ground his hips forward. 

Mr. Andrade smiled. 

“I can feel his bladder,” he said. His hand shifted from Jakob’s hip to the hard bump on his stomach. He squeezed down, and Jakob mewled, eyes prickling with tears. “His womb .” 

Jakob shuddered at the language but immediately internalized it, shifting his own narrative. 

His womb pulsed, hot and full, already swollen before Mr. Andrade had even cum. 

Dr. Hess rolled Jakob’s nipple idly, occasionally twisting it and pinching down harder. “Tell Mr. Andrade how you feel,” he coaxed Jakob. “Like we did in therapy.” 

“I feel so good!” Jakob said, shivering happily as Mr. Andrade continued fucking. His cunt was so wet for it, his womb so full, but Jakob wanted cum. He wanted Mr. Andrade to cum deep into his body. “Y-You’re so big, st-stretching me out, but my cockhole takes it well. Fuck me, Sir! Cum in me!” 

Mr. Andrade grunted in satisfaction and obliged. 

With one final heave, he buried his cock fully. Jakob threw his head back, his toes curling as he felt the hot gush of cum splatter against his womb. Mr. Andrade was well groomed, but Jakob’s hypersensitive cock head bumped against the skin around the base of Mr. Andrade’s cock, tickled and teased by the hairs. 

Jakob felt Mr. Andrade’s cock from the tip of his own cunt all the way up to his womb. The man filled him up fully, jerking and spasming as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. 

Jakob’s balls twitched mournfully, forgotten by even him in that moment. 

When Mr. Andrade pulled out with a squelch, Jakob’s cock didn’t even try to close.

It drooled cum like a cream-pied pussy, dribbling sperm for the first time since he had entered the medical facility. And Jakob giggled deliriously, mewling at the loss of touch and wishing he wasn’t tied down so he could snuggle up to Mr. Andrade.

“Satisfied?” Dr. Hess asked, handing Mr. Andrade a towel to clean himself up. 

“Very,” Mr. Andrade said with a toothy smile. “Missionary always was my favorite sex position.” 

Dr. Hess smiled. 

“The muscles of the ejaculatory ducts are mostly emaciated at this point,” he said, prodding Jakob’s full bladder and making the boy whine. “There should be no risk of any ejaculation from him, but, if you do run into any issues, those holes can be plugged just like his womb.” 

Mr. Andrade nodded, already groping himself through his pants, clearly eager for another round. 

“I’ll recommend your services,” he said. “And keep you in mind if I have any other ideas for new . . . toys.” 

“Thank you,” Dr. Hess said and then produced a ring of keys from his pocket. “Do you want him plugged for the ride to his new home?” 

Mr. Andrade shook his head. “I have something better.” 

While Dr. Hess unlocked Jakob’s restraints, helping him sit up before cuffing his hands behind his back, Mr. Andrade produced a belt of sorts made up of elastic bands. 

Jakob wobbled on his feet, unused to being upright after being restrained in the chair for so long. He cocked his head as he watched Mr. Andrade work, tied the straps around his waist and around his thighs. They came together between his legs, wrapping around each plump, useless ball before a loop tightened around the head of Jakob’s cock. 

It wasn’t enough to pull him tight, so his cunt still gaped, but it held his cock upright. 

Gravity did its work then and Mr. Andrade’s cum oozed back into him. Jakob giggled happily, moaning as the belt pulled his cock tight against his skin. 

It was held upright then, preventing any leaking, and Jakob could feel the heat of his own womb against his sensitive length. He imagined it was all Mr. Andrade’s cum, held safely inside his body, treasured and warm. 

A collar was buckled around his neck, and Jakob wiggled excitedly when he saw that the leash that dangled off of it extended to Mr. Andrade’s hand. 

The man raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. 

Jakob didn’t even wait for the first tug. He bounced up to his new Owner, blushing at his nakedness and then forgetting all of that as Mr. Andrade slipped a finger into his cunt, idly fingering him as a reward. 

And that was how Mr. Andrade led him out of the clinic, Jakob’s leash in one hand and his cunt in the other. Jakob just giggled and gasped as each step jostled his stretched womb, his bulging balls, and the still oozing, warm treasure of Mr. Andrade’s cum cradled within him. 

“I feel happy,” he cheerfully informed Mr. Andrade, even though the man hadn’t asked for his input. 

And it was the truth.