Chapter 15: The Testing Shall Continue Until...

The orderly told me that the vision testing center was at the opposite corner of the hospital. He was going to push me there as fast as he could without doing something to get me hurt. There was no shortcut this time. It was a long way this time.

Why don’t they schedule appointments and handle things like me having to wait for more x-rays?

When we got to the optometrist’s office, I went into a room where the doctor told me they were going to map out the blind spots in my eyes. She pressed a button that made a lot of really bright dots appear all over the place. When I told her, she started dimming the dots until she finally changed out my goggles for a pair that blocked a lot more light. She adjusted the machine until I could barely see the dimmest of the dots. Usually, the patients pressed a button, but instead, they gave me a clicker like people use to train dogs. Two assistants in the next room both had push buttons hooked to two different computers. They would press their buttons when I pressed the clicker.

That test took a long time only to have them tell me that my blind spots were in the same range as an average person with no vision issue.

They then took me to a room where the lights were all turned off so I could take off my goggles for the next test. The doctor turned up the lights very slowly until they were very bright to me, but not bright enough that they hurt my eyes. I was given my clicker again as she made a blue dot appear on the back wall. She told me I was going to see lots of different colored dots of various shapes, sizes, and brightness. They would be in random spots. I may not be able to see a dot. Other times the machine would make noises like it was going to show a dot, but then wouldn’t as a way to ensure I wasn’t just clicking because I heard the machine make noise.

It is going to be hard to not click with how loud it was as it changed to make the next dot appear.

When the test ended the doctor told me she was redoing the test again, but using fewer colors. I didn’t need to worry if I didn’t see most of them this time. Kelly came in five minutes later with a pair of what looked to be clear glasses. This time I hardly saw anything. When the doctor had me take them off, I noticed there were rainbows all over the wall. Once I put the glasses on again, parts of the rainbows disappeared. Without telling me how I did, they back my dark glasses, and Kelly pushed me in a wheelchair to the cafeteria.

Of course, I would manage to miss lunch at the cafeteria. I bet the well-dressed man didn’t hang around when he found out that I was going to be out of the room all day long having tests. At least I can have some fruit and pudding. That is better than nothing.

It seems we weren’t the only ones that missed a hot lunch. There were some kids over at another table that came over to give us crap for no reason at all. I recognized two of them from 8^th grade last year at my school. First, it was them saying things about the “poor little blind boy” and “hey girlie, why don’t you come to eat with us. He won’t see you leave.”

When I looked toward the security officers over in the corner, I saw they were watching these kids closely, but without them doing more than taunting us, there wasn’t much they could do anyway.

One of them asking Kelly, “So why do they have such a hot piece babysitting some blind kid? They all out of those ugly fat cunts I see around here all the time,” really pissed me off for some reason.

I am pissed because he is the first real dick messing with me, and my friends since I woke up from a coma or was it something else altogether?

I knew Kelly could verbally tear them to pieces. She had done it enough times at school. Before she got the chance, I was over by the table.

“As if that nasty pizza face of yours could attract a blind girl with burned fingers with a nasty cold. You can’t even get the high school skanks to touch you with the gloves vets wear when they have to stick their hands up a horse’s butt. What I can’t get is why you are even bothering to bug any girls when all you have is a little needle dick that isn’t even as big around as most girl’s fingers. Seriously, not even a baby could use that tiny little pecker of yours as a pacifier. I would say you should move to China, but your dick is tiny even by their standards, and you are not smart enough to work the rice fields,” I told him flatly. “Oh. I bet you still haven’t figured out why your sister is still pissed as hell at you. Do you even get it that she was spreading her legs for you so she could get fucked? I heard her telling her friends how when you didn’t bust a nut before you got even close enough to try, you weren’t big enough to even push against her cherry.”

Ah. That made me feel a whole lot better. He has always been such a complete dick.

What I said pissed him off, majorly. His buddy pushed him back into his chair before all of his friends started telling him completely uncool he was for trying to nail his little sister. He was supposed to be their boyfriend.

Kelly tried hard to hold in her laughter, but she finally burst out laughing.

“I thought it was a story someone made up. There was supposed to be a girl that told her mom she was going to start screwing her boyfriends. They had a big argument about it. Her mom supposedly said that if she could get her brother pop her cherry and screw her until she came, as her mom watched, the girl could sleep with any boys or men she wanted. Rumors are that the girl got an implant two months after she got her period, so there were no concerns about her getting pregnant. Girls at school said that her older brother’s dick was barely two inches long and three around. There was no way that she could get him to pop her cherry being on top. Anytime she got in a position where she could get him inside her enough that there was the remote chance it might happen, he came instantly. One girl said she heard that his sister sucked him off ten times and he still got off before he could get inside her. He is the family joke now. Doctors said that his penis was as big as it would ever. His bones had already fused so there was nothing they could do for him with any growth hormones or other drugs,” Kelly told me. “He went to a doctor about dick lengthening surgery only to find the ligament they cut to give a bit more length never developed.”

She then whispered that she needed to make sure that I was still growing normally and was going to be sure to check frequently.

Kelly seemed to want to stay here in the cafeteria as long as possible, but an orderly came over to say I had to go to more testing. He took me through a lot of long hallways and passages until I ended up in a room that looked like a modern torture chamber. Once I was stripped, I was helped onto a cold metal table and covered with a blanket.

A beautiful female technician came in to tell me, “David I will apologize now for the indignity you will have to face over the next few hours of testing. We need to find out why so many electrical medical devices malfunctioned when they used them on you. Any equipment that can cause someone to die, or be seriously injured if they fail, go through rigorous certification testing and meet government regulations before hospitals can use them. My boss also said to tell you that this test wasn’t coming from the hospital staff, but the bean counters. They want to know who is going to be paying for the damaged equipment.”

She then walked into a side room and started putting a lot of things on a cart.

What is all of that stuff? Is she going to be using that on me? Is that why she apologized?

“Out testing is going to require that you are completely naked for the duration of our testing. I will be attaching one hundred sensors to your body first. Once I have verified they are all working as expected, we get to the fun part, the anal probe. It isn’t something we have ever had to use before and arrived yesterday. The instructions in the procedure said it is to collect signals from your prostate. Fortunately, it’s smaller than a normal bowl movement. Each of the sensors connects to a light bulb that is easily powered by the electricity in our bodies,” she told me as she pushed the wires for one of the sensors against her hand to make it light up. “These bulbs are supposed to able to handle up to four hundred volts, for a few seconds at least, without burning out. A special machine measures the intensity of each light using mirrors and fiber optic cables using a process they told me is called Optical Isolation. As much as I wish I could let you be covered up, even a sheet causes enough static energy to influence the test results.”

She worked quickly over my body using some special glue she said would easily wash off in the shower. When she finished putting on the pads, she explained that the way they test all of the connections was to put a small clip on my finger that sent ten volts though my body. I wouldn’t even feel it.

As soon as she checked the sensors and replaced three, she said, “Now that we have that completed, I have to ask for your permission to have Kelly help with the next part. Normally we would never permit a minor to be in the room with any patient. Because she passed her CNA exams, the hospital permitted her to assist after your parents signed a waiver. We have to numb quite a few places inside you. Her small fingers will cause you much less discomfort than mine.”

After all that Kelly did to get my semen sample when I was in a coma, why do I even have to give her permission to help out here? What are they going to do that would matter how big their fingers are anyway?

I saw I was going to get my answer when I was helped over to what looked like my dad’s saw horses covered with a thick memory foam mattress with exam room paper on top. The nurse directed me to spread my feet out so that they were as wide as the table legs. She made a few adjustments before I quickly had my ankles strapped to the table. My thighs were soon strapped to something too, and then she told me to lean forward. Before I could even realize it was happening, the tech had my arms strapped down. More straps quickly went over my shoulders and waist to hold me tightly in place.

Uh? I don’t remember this from the brochure.

“Sorry David for not telling you of the need for restraints before applying them. We cannot take the risk of injuring ourselves or our patients. We have to restrain you so we can complete the next step done as quickly as possible,” the tech explained as she got down to be at eye level with me.

I could see in her eyes that she usually didn’t say this to all of her patients. I knew she didn’t gently caress their faces or kiss them on the forehead. She moved away for a second to get something I couldn’t see very well. When she got back at eye level, she had this odd-looking white device that looked as big around as a quarter at one end. The other had a curved part with a bag on top.

“This is the specialized anal probe we were sent to use for your procedure. It will be pushed into your rectum so that the curved section pushes against your prostate. The water bladder is filled to force it to remain in place exactly where it is needed,” she told me softly. “You can relax David. Before we insert the probe, Kelly will be using a numbing cream to numb your anus, bowels, and prostate. I wish there were a better way, but it seems this is the best device they have on the market to collect these specific results. Please don’t become embarrassed when you become erect or ejaculate as Kelly applies the cream. The documentation on the probe notes this is to be expected for adolescent males.”

I heard the tech and Kelly putting on rubber gloves as the tech explained what Kelly was going to be doing.

Kelly was going to start by rubbing the cream around my butthole. While my bunghole relaxed, she was to keep working the cream deeper inside me. Eventually, Kelly would be able to get the cream deep inside me to run it over my prostate.

I haven’t even tried getting my finger up my butt since I was four or five. I don’t remember it feeling odd like it does with Kelly’s fingers trying to get in there. Do I want to know how this would feel if they didn’t numb me up first?

I made myself relax as much as I could while Kelly worked her fingers deeper inside me and then started moving them around. It seemed to take a long time before the tech told Kelly to remove her gloves and wash up very well, twice. I felt the tech putting pressure on my butt for a while before she told me she was going to inflate the part holding the probe in place inside me. I felt it happening, and then I felt like I needed to poop, like right now. The tech told me I would get used to it quickly. After checking that the anal probe was working, I was back up on the table. She rechecked the sensors before leaving.

When the tech came back, two other techs were with her. She told me that they were going to disconnect all the wires to the box with the light bulbs and connect me to ten volts again. Each sensor had to be in a specific place on my body and connect to the correct light bulb. Once they confirmed all the ones on my back, I had a small paper-covered pillow put under my head. The room was nice and warm, so I found I was dozing off as they moved around me. I didn’t wake up until they were ready to start their testing.

Did the cream have something in it to make me sleepy while they got everything setup? At least I wasn’t laying there bored while they worked.

I woke to a loud bang from somewhere in the room behind my head. I tried to get off the table only to find they strapped me down again.

So they did do something to make me go to sleep. I would have remembered someone strapping me to the table.

After a minute I heard a voice through a speaker say, “Sorry about that man. Best way to give you a scare to check everything out.”

The pretty tech came back into the room with Kelly and asked me if I still wanted Kelly to assist her with the testing. This time she was asked three times if I was okay with Kelly doing whatever was needed.

“She already had her finger up my butt. What could she need to do that would be worse than that,” I asked.

The tech blushed as she said, “Part of the testing protocol is to masturbate the subject to orgasm to establish a baseline. I need you to state out loud that you consent to Kelly performing this procedure on you. Normally I must perform this procedure. It is required for my job even if I find it akin to child molestation, especially on restrained patients, unable to escape and no one able to hear their cries for help, other than myself.”

How do I say this is ok without telling her Kelly has done this a lot for me to get my semen samples.

“Well, you said that the hospital and my parents said it was ok for Kelly to help me out with this testing. So as long she wants to jack me off, I don’t mind her doing it,” I said with a smile. “You can do it too if you decide you want to. What boy is going to complain if two cute girls are rubbing his boner even when it isn’t for a medical test?”

I didn’t recognize the look on the tech’s face when she turned to Kelly to ask her if she wanted to make me cum for the test.

Wait? Was the tech surprised with how I answered? Did it come out wrong?

They went off to talk a few minutes before Kelly came over wearing rubber gloves and holding a specimen container. The off feeling of her fingers inside rubber gloves gave me an instant boner. Her whispering to be about how much better it was going to feel with her wet pussy rubbing against it, in bed tonight, was all it to have me ready to squirt. She already knew I was there and had the specimen cup there to catch everything my dick squirted out.

Dang! That was a whole lot faster than I wanted. Those gloves make it feel different than when she did it before without them.

The tech told Kelly to take the sample to the lab.

For the next hour they used feathers, ice, heaters, brushes, and all sorts of odd-looking things, to cause different sensations on my body. When that completed without any problems, they brought a TV into the testing room. They gave me a wireless remote and then a wired one. I was to channel surf and change the volume. When it didn’t blow up, they went to get an EKG machine.

They managed to find a few places on my chest, without sensors, for them to put the ones for the EKG. When she hooked me to the machine, it ran fine for a few seconds and then stopped. I watched the pretty female tech have Kelly connect the leads to the tech’s chest. When she hooked herself to the EKG machine, it worked fine. When I was hooked up to the device, it just didn’t show anything. She tried new bags of leads only to get the same results. She even connected herself up the writes she had put on me. It always worked for her and not for me.

I’m not doing anything to make it not work.

I looked inside myself to find the lead on the tech’s body to see the color of energy pulses the tech had moving down the wires to the machine from her body. Mine didn’t want to seem to go into the cables.

One of the others came in with voltage meters to check the pads on my chest and then the ones on the pretty female tech.

Having no other ideas, the technicians started to use pins to poke places on my body to see if I could feel them. I don’t know if it was by accident or not, but one pin pushed hard into my butt, making me jump a bit. That pushed the probe against my prostate, causing me to see stars. We all heard a loud pop from over near the EKG machine. When they looked, the EKG machine was dead. There was only a tiny spike on the tape on the EKG.

It took them a while to replace the EKG machine and the 100 fuses in the optical isolation box.

Once everything was ready again, there was a big group of technicians watching each machine very closely. The two went back to poking me with pins, again. One of their pokes missed my leg and jammed into my balls. That made the second EKG machine to make a sparking sound before it started smoking. Saying he was verifying something, I got poked hard in the side of my dick. There was a zapping noise in the lights overhead before the room filled with a very nasty, acrid smelling smoke. Some rushed out as the lights went out. A few seconds later, a fan came on that pulled the smell out of the room.

“David something funky is going on here. We are way outside of the parameters we can test down here, and the test results make no sense at this time. Nothing follows any of the defined protocols. So, for now, we have to stop your testing until we can get this sorted out. We appreciate you having a wonderful attitude as we ran our tests,” one of the men told me as they rolled everything from the room.

I had a pair of technicians pulling the wires off the snaps connected them to the parts stuck down on my body. When I was laying on my stomach, so that they could remove the ones on that side of my body, someone released the water from the anal probe.

I’m glad that popped out by itself.

You were so cool David during all of this,” The cute female tech said, “Normally we would pull off all of the electrodes right here. I haven’t ever had a patient, much less a child, sit here for this long, and not complain. I’m going to cheat a bit and take you to where you can get in a warm tub of water to soak first. They are made to stay stuck when a patient sweats, so they will still hurt coming off, but most of the glue will get dissolved. You might be able to get some of them off yourself.”

Once the orderly arrived with a wheelchair, I was covered in just a sheet as the technician directed the orderly down the hall to an elevator and rode up three floors. I found myself in a room like the one I left. The only difference was that this one had a big, deep tub with stairs and different height seats. The technician helped me into the water. I found a place to sit off to the side. She stayed right beside the tub while I soaked for a few minutes.

Where did Kelly go?

Every few minutes, the technician would see which ones would come off without a fight, and then have me soak some more. She was right about them hurting when they came off, but at least it was more like pulling off a Band-Aid versus a piece of duct tape. Once she had all of them off me, I looked like an octopus attacked me. There were red puffed up welts everywhere she had put the electrode pads. She had me soak a bit more in the tub before drying me off with the softest towels I have ever felt in my life. I was surprised when she picked me up and carried me down the hall to a room where I was laid face down, naked, on top of another of the super soft towels.

“If they make you have to get this testing done again, I’m not going to ask Kelly to help out,” the cute tech told me. “I want to do it for you. I’ve never had a patient not to complain when we were taking off the electrodes. You? Not a peep. I can see why all the nurses and doctors are always talking about how good you are here as long as you have your rubber ducky.”

An Asian woman came into the room.

Why am I getting embarrassed about her seeing me naked? She can’t even see my dick with me on my stomach.

“Woman tells the truth about people here who say you are a perfect patient. I use my special lotion that makes spots heal fast. You will not see them in the morning when you wake,” she told me in English with a heavy accent. “You relax. You sleep. I take good care of you.”

She lit some small candles, closed the door, and turned off the lights. It was dim enough now that she took off my goggles. I remembered feeling her start massaging the lotion into my feet. I think she made it to my thighs before I fell asleep. When I awoke, she was rubbing the cream on my face.

Dang! I’m hard as a rock. It feels that it has been leaking out that pre-cum stuff for a while now.

She said, “You do not need to be embarrassed. Young boys always get hard when I move manhood to put lotion on. It does not take long to make small. I fix fast, then you go.”

She never let my dick go as she moved to be beside me. After quickly wiping the pre-cum off my body, she put a soft cloth over my dick.

Is she going to jack me off?

I lifted my head when her hand left my dick. It was just in time to see her robe drop off her shoulders to fall over the belt holing it around her body. She had a very tight t-shirt that was nearly the same color as her skin. I watched as she lifted my hard dick again and moved her mouth close.

I won’t complain about having my dick sucked. Better than getting jacked off.

Instead of her sucking, or even licking me, I felt her hot breath blowing slowly over the pre-cum that had leaked out. She blew all around on my dick. It made me feel better than I expected. Without any of the usual build-up, I watched as I squirted into the towel she held.

With a big smile, the Asian woman turned to look down at me and say, “That real blow job, not what American boys and girls call sucky-sucky. Take a lot of years of training to learn. An expert masseuse who gives proper massage causes tension that needs release. Those giving such release not bad, the only way many give the release is bad. Touchy-touchy, sucky-sucky, or fucky-fucky massage girl give master masseuse bad name. You make all happen in mind. I only trick the mind into believing what it needs for release.”

She pulled out some pajama pants and a top, from under the massage table, with a blue and black design on them. She moved me around on the table like I was as light as a feather as she dressed me in the super-soft pajamas. She told me they make them using the fibers of bamboo which are as soft as silk but organically grown with very little going to waste in their production. They are very rare. She only gives them to someone she believes is worthy of them. I thanked her a bunch of times for the massage and the pajamas as I put on my goggles. It was good that I was still allowed to use a wheelchair. I was so relaxed I would never have been able to walk out of the room.

When I came into my room, I found Kelly was there tearing into a huge steak sitting on one of the bedside tables over the other bed.

Wonder why they haven’t made that bed up yet? Are they trying to make it so that I don’t get another roommate?

The well-dressed man came in to ask me if I wanted a salad, baked potato, spinach, broccoli, green beans, steak, chicken, catfish, salmon, or shrimp, to start. I hate spinach, so I opted to start with a salad, green beans, steak, and some shrimp. I hadn’t realized I was so hungry. I ate everything he brought and didn’t know I was eating spinach until I looked to see what tasted so good. Unlike all of the recipes, mom had tried making to get me to eat spinach. It had a slight taste of vinegar with a garlic butter flavor.

Maybe it is the bacon crumbled over the top? If mom could make this recipe, I would eat spinach all of the time. I bet a lot of kids would.

Food just kept coming as we ate until we were both stuffed. When the well-dressed man left with our plates, my parents came in.

Did my mom notice the donut-shaped welts on my cheeks and forehead first? Nope, she wanted to know where I got the pajamas. She knew what she had brought here for me, and these weren’t any of them. Only after explaining that I got them after testing today did she see the welts on my forehead. When she opened my shirt, she got a bit pale. The nurse that came in to say a specially-formulated lotion was applied after I bathed to remove the remaining glue from the sensor pads. They would disappear sometime over the next day or two. Mom and dad both were a bit unhappy to hear the equipment fried during the test.

Great! I get stuff stuck all over my body, and they are mad because the machines got fried. Like I had anything to do with that!

The man that gave me my first pair of goggles came in to tell them not to worry about it.

“We already discussed it. The equipment malfunction shouldn’t cause you any reasons for concern presently. There is no indication that David caused any of the failures with the optically and electrically isolated equipment. The electrode pads had conductive filaments that work like the fuses in your car. Each burns through at a specific voltage. A filament breaking causes a physical color change in the electrode pad. To verify that each electrode connection is functioning correctly, they connect a ten-volt power source to the patient’s finger and then go through each electrode connection individually. It provides a quick visual validation that the electrodes are functioning as well as showing each lead has a full circuit back to their equipment. None of the pads showed any voltages higher than ten volts until they tested in the lab after being removed. Not even the voltmeters attached to David showed any electrical voltages above what you or I would show naturally. The one spike found on the tape from the EKG machine, before failing, was later determined to have been caused by human error. A technician admitted that when David jumped, as a result of too much pressure on the pin used for testing, her arm slammed into the EKG machine. She didn’t recall having done it at the time but felt the pain a short time later. Given our concerns about David having a residual electrical in his body, the machine was torn down for a careful examination. The manufacturer’s onsite technician and his supervisor verified many of the adjustment knobs were out of tolerance. It was an older model EKG machine the hospital removed from the ER during the latest equipment refreshes. The manufacturer’s technical documentation has a technical bulletin about this causing the failure they found,” he explained. “Due to the costs associated with this testing, at least according to the accountants, electricians came in to evaluate the possible causes for the failures. Two different electrical contractors found the same problem. The testing suite was improperly grounded. This hospital isn’t equipped to do this specialized testing. David will be re-tested once transferred to the inpatient clinic.”

Why are they going out in the hall to continue their discussion?

Dad remained in my room. He asked Kelly to give us some privacy.

“David I see that I owe you one less favor than I did this morning. Your pajamas are the only proof I need that you experienced a real ‘blow job’ today from someone specially trained by masters. When I heard about the welts you would have after the testing today I made some inquiries. Typically, you would have been required to sleep naked upon high thread count, single-ply yard sheets. How could I not get you those pajamas after what you had to endure during your procedure? Your mom has no idea that I traveled to the Orient, once, when I was in college. While there, I was fortunate to experience the skills of a master masseuse. It was nothing like what I expected from the rumors I heard about the Asian Massage Parlors near my school,” Dad told me. “I felt it was the best way I could also repay you for jump-starting your mother’s sex drive David. After I saw Emily’s most secret places on full display, I started remembering my teenage years. Your mom came in just as Emily was sliding you inside her when trying to make a point with her mother. Instead of walking back out, your mom watched from just inside the door. Your mother hasn’t been that aroused since she was pregnant with you. We both had to take half a day off, without pay, because we were so late getting into work that morning.”