Chapter 5: A Day in the Lab

The following day mom walked in on me as I worked out in my garage gym. It was hot, the garage door was wide open, and I saw a neighbor rake his front yard lazily, while he seemed to watch me sweat. Mom told me Dr. Smith had called and asked me to come over to his lab for some tests, and as I had done a full workout, I answered her that I would shower real quick and ride over to the Lab on my bike. I saw mom looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. After the tea party with her friends, as they had made me strip naked several times and show my new clothes, which culminated in two hot blowjobs and two huge cum shots down the throats of her excited girlfriends, the looks Mom gave me had somehow changed. Before I was bothered since I thought she wanted to baby me, now I was somehow flattered as she seemed to strip me naked with her eyes to start another fucking. I knew that my sweat gave my muscles a nice sheen, I knew my six pack and ass and hard pecs made me attractive to anyone with a pulse, and my dick started to grow hard in the small cutoff jeans I wore today. I had to shake my head for a second to push the thoughts into the back of my head, down the gutter were all those horny boy thoughts belong, as Mom licked her lips and cleared her throat :

“No Dylan, you don’t need to shower! As I told Dr. Smith you were working out, he said it was perfect for the tests, he wants to see you right away!”

“Oh uhm OK Mom, if you say so...” The spell was broken, and my head started to think clear again. I looked down on me in my sweaty cutoff jeans, the old ones mom wanted me to wear when I workout. They seemed to be wet and they really seemed to cling to my dick, which showed as a fat tube. As usual lately I had a hardon after my workout, and as usual I was looking forward to jerk off in a nice long hot shower sex session, but not today! When Dr. Smith wants to see you right away, you don’t ask questions!

I rode my bike over to the companies lab complex. A security guard in a formfitting uniform greeted me and asked what I wanted, before he took my ID card and called ahead to see if I told the truth. Security was tight at Dickson Labs.

I must admit I looked at his hot ass, even though I considered myself straight, and silently compared it with boys on my team. As he turned around and handed me my ID card, he flashed me a grin.

“You look good, boy! One of school new stars I hear?”

He smiled but I saw him check out my bulge, and I looked down and blushed.

He grinned even wider: “ No need to be shy, boy! You look good enough to fuck you anytime!”

Before I could answer - or explode since I blushed so hard - Dr. Smith showed up to lead me to the lab. He smiled a little cheeky and lewd as he greeted me:

“Hello Dylan, good to see you again”

“Hello Doctor, thanks for inviting me. How can I help you today?”

He winked at me: “ All in good time, boy, you will see!”

As we reached his lab I saw a strange setup. Short chains hung down from the ceiling, connected to leather cuffs to go around the wrists, and some chains were laying on the floor to go around the ankles. Bright lights and video cams showed that the scientist wanted to document the experiment.

As usual I was relaxed and ready to do what I was told. After all I always drank my fruit punch. The doctor told me to stand right under the cuffs that dangled from the ceiling, and he told me to raise my arms, before he put the cuffs on my hands and feet and, to my surprise, pressed a button. I asked, wide eyed :

“Doctor, what is this all about?” And he calmly watched as the chains tightened and answered:

“A simple test of your strength and endurance, boy!”

I grunted as the short chains were retracted even more and I got lifted up and soon hung in an X-shape, my feet a few inches off the ground. I was fully suspended and helpless.

“Aurghm Doctor, this hurts!”

He smiles wicked but answered: “Come on Dylan, you want to be an athletic gymnast? You work the rings and the parallel bars, you can hold it for some time”

I watched, concentrating on tightening my muscles to hold my weight, as Dr. Smith calmly grabbed a spray can. He explained:

“You are a good boy, you do as your told. You drink the fruit punch your mother gives you for breakfast. And because you drink it, you do anything your elders tell you...” He made a slight pause as he examined my eyes and my other reactions. Then he went on explaining:

“But today i want you to react like a real boy beast, untamed!”

He shook the spray can and sprayed a fine mist right into my face. I coughed but inhaled without thinking, and something in my brain seemed to unlock. I realized I was chained up, arms painfully held up, while I was in the clutches of a mad man in a lab coat, in a nightmare situation you usually see in horror movies. I tried to struggle and break free, but the contraption did not budge.

“Auurghmm god ... lemme go ... HELP---HELP! Lemme down ... you ... Sir ... please ... help me ... I’m tied up---i can’t move!” I screamed without thinking, in full panic mode, while the man I saw watched me. I had no idea whether he was here to kill me or save me.

Dr. Smith, the man I did not recognize in my state of mind, smiled wicked as the effect of the fruit punch faded away. The powerful antidote in the aerosol spray can reversed the effect of the drugs I usually took, and I soon would forget what I learned during the last few weeks, and my true self would be put to a hard test. I woke up from some deep sleep it seems, and woke up in a nightmare. The man I asked for help smiled as he carefully selected something from a table. As he lifted it and swung it, I realized he was going to whip me.

“AAAUURGHHMMMMMMM” I screamed like i never screamed before, as the nasty whip hit my back hard, burned my flesh, made me feel more pain as I ever felt before. He hit me several more times and I screamed and struggled on the top of my lungs, till he stopped and I just hung there, limp, panting.

My head hung low, I drooled saliva over my pecs, I had no power left anymore.

The stranger stood right by me, lifted my head so I could look into his face, and calmly explained:

“You are part of an experiment, Dylan. Yes, I know your name. I know all of you even though you don’t know me.”

His fingers traced my back, felt my muscles. I wanted to jump as I expected searing pain, but there was none. He explained again:

“I tested a newly invented little device we call nerve whip ... it doesn’t damage the skin but inflicts the maximum pain”

I heard the whip as it sung through the air again, making a hissing sound. This time he aimed at my pecs, my sensitive nipples, and my tight, rippling, six pack abs. Dr. Smith knew what the sadists online wanted to see, and he was enough of a sadist to like it as well. Business created business, and while he tested a product, he promoted the product, tested me, and did a filming that would be sold to thousands of pervs.

“AUUURGHHMMMM GOD!”

I was hanging again, all muscle power gone. I saw the man smile as he gets another spray can and made me inhale deep, again.

As I opened my eyes I laid flat on a comfortable couch in Dr. Smith’ office. I heard him type something into his computer, but he looked over to me as I woke up. He smiled:

“Hello Dylan ... I’m sorry I let you sleep in as I made you wait for the results of your blood tests. So boring, I know. But you are in perfect condition. A glass of fruit punch?”

I drank thirsty as he called a security guard to show me out and thanked me again for my cooperation. As I left his office I saw him start a zoom call, and the first I saw was my Dad on screen, who grinned as I heard him say :